| 7 am up, up all night, godless and futureless |
[Sep. 18th, 2005|07:13 am] |
So, after three hours of bouncing my philosophical ideas off of Paul, I have come to a few disturbing conclusions. Kinda complex, and needs a few revisions for clarity, but bear with me.
To see the future:
you need two things; 1, to have a set of the reactions of all the smallest units in existence, and 2, a model of where each of these these units are in existence and their reactions at the time. This, I realize is a huge data set, but I'll get to that in a bit
to define some of these terms as I'm currently using them
existence, is everything that has, had, or will have caused a reaction on any of the units on the target for the future viewing(lets say it's earth). Now, because of gravity, the big bang, etc. etc. existence is huge, but if something hasn't ever "touched" earth(even if through any number of separations), and until it does, it doesn't need to be factored as a cause of the "future"
units, are just the smallest pieces of existence that can have a reaction. it doesn't matter if it's an atom, quark, wave or whatever, as long as it has an effect, and it's not made up of smaller reactions "inside" it, that's what we have to work with
the reason why you need these two things to see the future is due to the complexity and interconnectivity of the system. The butterfly effect. If you can isolate down to the smallest action-reaction there is, you have a list of what reaction each action had, and you have a complete list, you have existence.
But the problem lies with the data set(every unit in existence and what it's doing), and processing it. Any data set of that size would be bigger then existence, there's nothing smaller then what we're counting. Each "tick" would be the size of at least one unit. So we compile it outside of existence. It runs, figures out how everything reacts from whatever instantaneous snapshot outwards, leading to their next reaction, etc. etc. Once you send the data into existence, the units it's made up of will effect and change existence. This change can't be predicted since it won't be known what data(and more importantly units) are being sent into existence until after it's all figured out. In order to predict the future you have to know what the data is.
So, what does this mean for God? Well, since every machine is made up of units, it can never figure itself out on a unit level. A record of each unit in it would be bigger then the unit, and expansion would just add to the problem. So anytime anything capable of figuring the future out interacts with the present, it changes the future, and being unable to quantify itself, thus-forth is now unable to say for sure what will happen to the future. So god can't be able to tell the future, hence he's not omnipotent.
I'm going to clean this up later, post your reactions/arguments please, I crave input on this stuff. |
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| Jesus H Christ |
[Jun. 25th, 2005|02:17 pm] |
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So, last night I finally pulled a 7/11. Lets have a summary shall we? (If I knew how to post pictures I would) Work: ran the oven as a favor to joe, but I pulled an almost perfect night and it went smoothly. Got off of work and Ben swung by with a bag and proceeded to give me, roxane and paul a ride to the church. We arrived at around midnight and everyone was there, two barrels of moosehead. We drank, smoked, and chilled there with the other couple of dozen people. The moosehead was good and the music was awesome (finally heard the full rock lobster song) Around 3-4 in the morning the one guy that was passed out found the vodka we brought for roxane and started taking massive pulls of it. Then he started jumping from the second story onto some giant beanbags. The last time he jumped he managed to kick the bathroom door off the hinges on the way down. I'm not sure if he was tring to fix the door but he wouldn't let go, four guys on top of him later(after me and mark firmly took what was left of the door away), they decided the party should probably end. So the giant group of us make our way to marks for his case of beer and our place for the bag. Things start getting blurry, somehow we ended up with just 6 of us, 150 feet into the lake on a platform with a case of beer while it was raining. Some more friends show up, some more leave. Swiming was amazing, the water was warm, the rain was cool, the beer was plentiful. A few hours of swiming later the sun was coming up and we decided to get some food. Most people broke off. So just paul, roxane, mark and I make it to cap centre. Run back to our place, find out it's almost 8am. Eat, crash. That is all. |
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| Death of Madison Spirit |
[Jun. 17th, 2005|09:38 am] |
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So, right now there's a cop downstairs. And I'm smoking a bowl. Last night I came home from cap centre foods and there's this car in our driveway with a "Bush Won, Deal with it" bumper sticker, how odd. As I'm falling asleep at 3 am I'm wondering if the sheer volume of noise upatairs is from two people drunkenly fucking or fighting, with plently of stomping up and down our stairs later, I finally drift off. This morning we got a knock on our door, margret from downstairs had her laptop stolen from her kitchen table. Hella uncool. The thing that bothers me most about it all is the validation of the locked doors, don't go out at night, can't be too safe ideals the sisters have down there. Just last week my sister and I were commenting on how having the doors locked down there cost them alot more in social interaction then they would gain over the safty of being a random house on the street. Then this shit happens. Well, hopefully he gets caught, and charged. |
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| haha |
[May. 15th, 2005|02:48 pm] |
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ya, I did it again, see prior entries, this is just getting sick, wait, I am sick, I sleep now, work soon, much love to everyone that makes this all bareable, that means you.
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[May. 14th, 2005|11:54 am] |
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I'm constantly amazed at what the human body can take. Woke up early yesterday and studied, leads to final, leads to work. Sucker punched my way out early. And as I'm walking home I run into my next door neighbors (who I hadn't met yet). They offer me a beer and good music, so after grabbing Paul and matt at my place we chill on the porch(damn letters are getting garbled) waiting for the kegger to get going before we show up. I spot Kaitlen(busser at work) and rachael walking by so they join the crew until we run out of our provided beer. Next step, kegger, drinking goes well, I botch on all the wrong chrisama rolls, and manage to only get the interest of, well, lets just say there's not enough beer in the world for any inkiling of that. Drama ensues, I extract myself from the situations and proceed into a room full of intoxicated women desperitly trying to grab male attention. I learn apperently I'm not a male. Or just really not attractive to drunk females. Come home and mark/caroline have finally arrived (3ish am) (mind you at this point I realise I've consumed somewhere around a dozen beers somehow forgot to eat since thursday, and ~ 4 hours of sleep) I eat some food caroline and renee provide (which is probably the only reason I'm still standing). and manage to pass out around 4am. Three hours later I wake up and decide that sleep is not going to return anytime soon, talk to mark for a few minutes and lo and behold, head into work, janitoring goes smoothly... which really suprises me, there's absolutly no reason I should be feeling ok at 7am only one or two bouts with nausia.... manage to meander my way home and !!! there's the most beautiful leather couch I've ever seen sitting in my living room, paul, you rock my body electirc. I'm debating if I should stay up since mark and caroline are due back in an hour.... wait basketball too, in like 9 minutes, crap, this has digressed horribly, and without a point, sucks to be the reader I guess. It's hard to tell my reactions to a day, I'm so used to hiding everything but exaustion from people around me, it's a little scary to tell what's going on in my head, but I supose it's something you graduadly get into, like after one learns how to spell.
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| well, it's been a year |
[May. 6th, 2005|01:26 pm] |
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And what a year, yesterday, woke up around 7:30-8:00 to teanna calling me... I was very confused until I realised it was a two year old on the phone. I thusforth decided to stay up and study some(mind you I went to bed somewhere between 3:30-5am). 10:30 rolls around and I've exausted my morning energy so I decided to take a nap as I don't work until 5. Pass out at 10:45 or so, 10 minutes later pauls alarm starts going off for his 11am class. Me of course being half-asleep and confused start wondering why my alarm is going off, my minds racing as to what I have to get up for already, and I realise that indeed I decided to pick up a shift from Joe at 11:00. For joy. I go in, try to keep things moving so I can get something done before work again at 5:00, and the day crew is just standing there, I have to constantly check with Steve about what needs to be done and manage to wrap up everything but pre-cooks ~ an hour and a half early... I then wait 45 minutes for Oz to start precooks, which both him and jon compleatly distroy, we ended up having to remake them at night, while taking another hour to do. Grab my check and head over to the bank, as they didn't deposit my paycheck last week until four days after I got it and charged me 30$ overdraft. I politely and firmly tell them three times before they realise that I'm right, (after adimently telling me "there's NO way that could have happened") Checked at macklin's for a bag, just my luck, nothing, study somemore, and proceed back to work. Took an early leave for the first time in... weeks. Head with pat to get some beer for poker. We have a couple and wait for mark, head over and meet some more of pat's neighbors, appererntly they're a pretty good jazz band, smoke some bowls, drink some beers, just chilling outside on the porch waiting for the rest of our poker crew to get off work. Finally 11:30 or so everyone shows up and we start, 5$ in, dealers call, so alot of party games, macklin gets pissy and I managed to get some good video clips on my camera. Of course I went out less then an hour into the game, without a single winning hand. Jason and Pat leave around 1:30 to get some tail at Jason's bar, and I proceed home to get ganked a bunch of times in WoW, decided that once again, my day needs to end. Start to finish it was another compleat day with absolutly nothing going right, I'm kinda curious how many days on end I can have this happen. |
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| cockbite |
[Mar. 20th, 2004|05:10 pm] |
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Caroline sucks more!!! |
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