Another 500 Million Years

     According to present day stellar models, the evolution of the Sun leaves the Earth with only approximately 500 million years left where it can sustain multi-cellular life, and perhaps another 300 million after that the last single celled organisms will perish.

     I read about this, in much more detail, and felt a serious emotional anguish at the thought that only half a billion years from now no complex life forms will remain and not long after that no life at all.

     Why should it matter to me when I and all of humanity will be gone long before that time?  Well, I think there is a resonance, until recently we thought multi-cellular life only went back 600 million years, which would make the Earth kind of middle-aged, but recent discoveries of multi-cellular life forms now push that date back 2.1 billion years, which means that the Earth is 80% through it’s multi-cellular life harbouring days.  Me, I’m 56, at least half-way through my life, and who knows maybe a lot more than half-way.  I’m adopted so I have no idea what the genetic inclinations of my parents are.

     A friend turned thirty today and she was upset about all the time that has slipped by, water under the bridge, goals not attained.  I would like to be ONLY thirty again.  A lot more water’s been under my bridge.


     Her page about salami, for example, features company literature describing a meat glue made from the enzyme transglutaminase, blended with animal protein and vitamin B9: “Salami Dry Express B9 decreases ripening time by up to 20 per cent, creates a more… appealing colour in less time, offers improved casing peeling and… sausage aroma. Improved slicing properties reduce wastage by up to five per cent, while shorter processing and storage times also provide financial advantages.”

(this was taken from an article in New Scientist and reproduced without permission for the purposes of commentary under the Fair Use provisions of the copyright act).


     I don’t know if Cascioppo meats is still around in Ballard but they used to provide a real alternative to this chemical mush mass food processors produce.

Spring is in the Air


      It was 67°F out and almost totally clear save for a few wispy clouds when I went out to check for mail at the post office today.  Spring has most definitely sprung, a most gorgeous day.  Wish my body didn’t react like it does (allergies).  Time for the Claritin and Flonase.

Bosley Spams

     I wish these Bosley people would quit spamming me.  I’ve got plenty of hair.  It’s all grey but there is plenty of it.


Not Dragging

     Not dragging as much as I thought I would today.  Had a short period around 10:30AM during which I felt pretty drowsy but otherwise not so bad so far.  Still messing with kernel issues.  Even though when I test from here with Firebug, it consistently loads the pieces in under 200ms, Google is still seeing just over 200ms when indexing and I really want it to be consistently under 200ms because that is the threshold Google uses to determine if a site is “fast” and thus deserving of a higher ranking.

     Working on whittling down the paper stack during compiles which at present are taking around half an hour because so much unnecessary junk is being compiled.

Messy Desk

Happiness Is A Warm Gun

     Someone recently posted the Across the Universe version of Happiness is a Warm Gun (originally by The Beatles, off the Beatles White Album) on Facebook.  The Across the Universe version was an excellent rendition, actually there is absolutely nothing about that film that falls short of excellent.

     But the lyrics now stuck in my head, Mother Superior Jumped the Gun, and I Need a Fix Cause I’m Going down, made an association for me with a scene out of Trainspotting, where one of the characters says of their drug dealer, “We called him Mother Superior on account of the length of his habit”.

     I find an interesting association in as much as both habit and length have very different meanings and contexts, habit referring not to part of a nuns apparel, but rather to a drug habit, and length referring rather than to a physical dimension, one of time.

     While I was aware language plays a very big part in our thought processes, indeed, people who learn multiple languages actually have distinct personalities in each, it is interesting how the use of the same words for entirely different meanings or contexts can allow associations between those meanings or contexts that otherwise would not have happened or made sense.

     It’s my belief that in humans, and other animals that use language to any degree, that language plays a much larger role than mere communications or verbal forms of thought.  I believe it actually is a form of information compression used by the brain.  Think of an Apple for example and what comes to mind, the shape, colour, texture of the skin, and because we have words for Apple and each of these characteristics, our brains only have to store links or pointers to this information instead of the information itself for each item, saving storage space as it were.  Like stars in the sky, the estimation of the number of neurons keeps going up, currently 100 billion, but even so that’s a limited quantity for all the information we actually store.

Fortune Teller – Hardtimes

This was the first musical phonograph record (45) I had.  Well, the first that my parents bought me that was my choice, as opposed to things they thought I should listen to.  I would have been eight or nine.  I played it until the vinyl was grey.  I still have it in a box of singles somewhere.


Psalm 56 King James Version (KJV)

56 Be merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow me up; he fighting daily oppresseth me.

Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most High.

What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.

In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.

Every day they wrest my words: all their thoughts are against me for evil.

They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.

Shall they escape by iniquity? in thine anger cast down the people, O God.

Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me.

10 In God will I praise his word: in the Lord will I praise his word.

11 In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.

12 Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee.

13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?

Couldn’t Sleep

Woke up around 5AM to use the bathroom and then couldn’t get back to sleep.  This is about 2-1/2 hours before I’d normally get up so I know I’m going to drag later today.  Need to work on paper stack anyway.  Desk is so cluttered it’s becoming a fire hazard.  I was sick most of January and February and just didn’t have the energy to do more than what was absolutely necessary.

Unofficial Video

This is an unofficial video done to Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money In My Hand by the Primitive Radio Gods.  As unofficial videos go, this one is not bad.