The melody is familiar, same as Grandma Got Runover by a Raindeer, but this one is a bit worse.
A song for a hopeful future.
I just recently purchased a 1996 Taurus SHO. Always felt insecure when wife was working and had the car, seemed like ideal time for servers to break down. And the existing car needed a new intake manifold and a bunch of front-end parts as it had 200k on it and had developed some issues.
The Taurus came with a 6-CD player. The player’s caddy had two CD’s in it and I added a third. The machine would cycle through each CD but not find any content.
Well okay I thought, the car is 21 years old, things wear out and break. I took it apart expecting the laser diode or photo transistor to be covered with dust but the thing was so clean you could perform operations on it.
So I ordered another unit off of E-bay that was advertised as being for that vehicle but when it arrived it had a different connector and it wasn’t even the same number of pins (12 vs 8).
So I searched for the actual model number and found one on Google and it was on E-bay and being sold by a Jaguar used parts dealer. I ordered it.
Today it arrived, and it had the correct connector and was obviously the same unit. So I installed it and inserted the disk caddy and exactly the same behavior! It would cycle through and not find any content.
Then I had a flash of insight that, had I had it two CD players ago, could have saved me $100. I knew from when I disassembled the original to clean it that the laser and photo transistor were on the top of the unit, therefore the disk data surface had to be pointed up, but they were all inserted in the caddy pointing down (as is the case for most “normal” CD players). I flipped all the disks and walla! It played!
So the cost of two players was just money wasted, and oh I also found out when fishing the cable out from behind the trunk liner that there were two cables there, one for the connector it had, and one for the connector the other player had, in other words, the car was wired for both and you just plug-in whichever you happen to get.
I feel SO stupid but I am also happy to have commercial free music of my choosing instead of a limited selection of crap interspersed with commercials.
The human mind seems to have an aspect that is non-local, some people far more than others. Myself, I have dreams of the future, they are usually very short lasting less than two minutes, but when the time comes I will recognize them and things will play out exactly as I had dreamt. For example, I had a dream of listening to the Art Bell show (back when it was The Art Bell show before Coast to Coast), and when the time came, I knew what he was going to say, and just to dismiss the hemisync theory of de ja vue, I spoke out loud what I knew Art Bell would say and I preceded with my own voice what he would say by a couple of seconds for about two minutes, word for word spot on.
Another non-local thing that I have are either waking out of body experiences or lucid dream out of body experiences. In either case, I can travel anywhere I want to go and observe. These tend to last somewhat longer than the future dreams but not more than about fifteen minutes. The ability to go places includes time. Going either to very distant locations, for example 40,000 light years to another planet, takes subjective time, about 15 seconds, and closer objects like Mars, a fraction of a second. The distance to subjective time is not linear. 40,000 light years is far greater than the distance to Mars which might be say 15 light minutes, depending upon where it is in it’s orbit relative to Earth, this is a huge ratio yet the perceived time is maybe a factor of 15 different. I’ve tested the reality of these experiences by doing an experiment in which I went to some place I had not ever been but that was within driving distance, observed what I saw there carefully, wrote it down, then drove to that location and verified my observation, spot on.
I think our ability to do this has something to do with a very special case in quantum mechanics. In quantum mechanics, an object exists as a wave function without a definite location or velocity until observed, and then it’s location or velocity, but not both owing to the Heisenberg uncertainty principal, is fixed, it is said that the wave function is collapsed.
This applies to particles and it applies to human beings. We exist as a probability of being in a given location wave function, right where we are the probability is the highest but we can be anywhere in the universe, only the farther from where we are the less the odds.
The nature of the wave function, what is known as the De Broglie wavelength, is a function of mass and momentum. A large stationary object has a very short De Broglie wavelength and the result is that the probability curve is very sharp, there is a very high probability of us being in one very tiny space and an almost extremely infinitesimal probability of us being anywhere else, and that probability drops with distance very rapidly. A very small mass has a much longer wavelength, and a massless particle is essentially infinite, it can be everywhere at the same instant with almost the same probability.
Human beings brains are made up of neurons and a host of supporting cells but the neurons communicate directly with each other via either chemical synapses or direct electrical connections, the latter are faster. The axons, the connecting elements, of these neurons have what are known as micro-tubules and these are so small that quantum effects become significant, the De Broglie wavelength can be much longer which means the probability of them being elsewhere is much higher than that of our body as a whole.
I believe it is these that account for the non-local aspects of our minds while incarnate. But there is something special about human beings, we can self-observe, and in so doing collapse these quantum wave functions to a definite location.
More than that however, I believe that intention can affect the outcome of the collapse, that is to say the chosen point on the wave function curve isn’t just random probability but can be influenced by thoughts and intentions.
I think it is this that is the mechanism behind some of the more fantastic feats that can be accomplished by a seasoned meditator. In meditating, we are turning our observation inward and observing ourselves, we are collapsing our own wave function and the wave functions of internal components with intent of influencing them, and I believe influence them we do.
I think this guy is right on. Technology isn’t bad but it isn’t a replacement for friends, love, and job satisfaction, an the skills necessary to achieve those things.
I dreamt that the radio station that is now KEXP evolved quite a lot differently, having never gotten the money from Paul Allen that they did, they were still KCMU and 100 watts, and that I had a current relationship to the station, knew on-air personnel and so forth.
The dream had a somewhat violent twist in that someone who was a less successful competitor in business (not that I’m rolling in success), hated me and at least left other people with the impression he wanted to kill me, he also shot up a place where I lived, didn’t shoot any people just vandalized structures.
I was looking for a new place to live when I got to talking to some people at the station about a huge spire of sorts on the north end of the UW campus. From the outside it resembled a tall skinny lighthouse but from the inside it had a top floor that had open windows all the way around at a height of about chest height and there were high resolution webcams pointed out in all directions. The floor below was a living facility and it was for lease so I leased it and moved in there.
It had the most awesome view anyone could ask for. The only downside was the living space was fairly small, maybe 12-foot round, and you had to climb 300 feet of stairs to get there. But the view was worth it and that’s what I most remember from the dream, looking out in particular to the South over Red Square and seeing the city skyline mostly below me was awesome. And I had access to all the web cams and associated computer equipment and I could readily visit the radio station.
Other than knowing someone had threatened to kill me, and for some reason I did not take the threat all that seriously, it was a fun cool dream.
Petition the Electoral College to Elect Hillary.
I remember more.
Somehow I got into the building over the lake. In the building was something that resembled a giant steel toilet bowl about 30 feet wide at the top and the bottom connected with the lake water.
Only it drew water up out of the lake into it and along with it a shark, in the clear lake I had been swimming in.
My days sleep, and it was that as I didn’t totally give up on getting a mail server back online until 6:30AM at which point I gave up and tried to sleep. However missing the Lyrica dosage on time the night before lead to a painful time so sleeping was difficult.
When I finally did get to sleep my sleep was rich with many dreams. I dreamt of swimming in a large very clean lake. It was crystal clear. Part of the Lake went under a bridge and on the other side of the bridge there was a chain link fence that fenced it off and a building at one end that part of the lake seemed to go under.
I walked around the fence on land and there was a big hill covered with bushes. They were thick and there were also blackberry thorns interwoven with other vegetation.
By this time I was joined by half a dozen other men and women and we climbed up a steep hill and fought our way through these bushes. At the top of the hill there was a clearing and in the clearing a very old house. There was no driveway or walkway to the house, it was totally surrounded by all of these bushes as if it were intentionally cut off and camouflaged.
Inside the house there was a stack of strange electronics. We each took an item and intended to take back with us for further examination. I thought this must either be some secret military thing or an alien post of some sort.
We were back in the woods and now I and others were armed with rifles. I shot and killed a young buck. Others patted me on the back and were like you’re the man. But I didn’t feel like a man, I felt terrible for taking it’s life. I did not need it’s life for me nourishment. I didn’t even really like deer meat. But I was determined to bring it back so that others might enjoy it since I had killed it. To leave it there to rot would dishonor it’s spirit.
There was more but like dreams often do the rest has evaporated.