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Faraquet - The View From This Tower

Anton wrote about cleaning his room, which inspired me to think about memory, cognitive efficiency, and self-organization.

Another thing is cleaning your messy computer (especially if its integral to your usual hobbies). Trashing all the leftover stuff you don't really need to save, organizing everything to where you'll know where it is. Creating systems of organizing new information, new projects, new media. Organizing history so that you may reflect. Maximizing efficiency. Maximizing computer performance; periodic reformats if necessary.

It's so weird how the effect of making the world around you neat. Your room and your computer are part of your cognition. You use them to think. The cortex is organized in hierarchies, and works best within hierarchies.

Also cleaning your motivation and priorities. Neatly organizing your projects, your goals. Making lists, plans of action. Going into greater detail; baby steps. Stimulates motivation by having everything staring at you in the face.

Also (more abstract) neatly organizing your thoughts, ideas, and memory. Many times throughout the day I am flooded with ideas. If I don't write them down they're lost. So I keep a journal with me, or a sansa. However, many times I'll write notes in a journal but never return to them, never follow through, never elaborate, never utilize, never remember. Even worse is the sansa, I rarely re-listen, or if I do I need to keep notes.

Just because my thoughts are saved somewhere, it doesn't mean they're not lost; still just as lost as they would've been. So I try to create feedback loops. Games. Whenever I write something new, I compel myself to re-read the old and add a new reflection to it.

Something I also want to try is memorization. Memorizing my journals by heart, being able to recall them word for word. This would not only train my memory, but help me organize myself, make me a stronger beacon of myself socially and introspectively. Within my thoughts, I could make faster connections among myself. To others, I could spew out wisdom or ideas or perspectives more smoothly.

Even stronger than keeping a journal is keeping an amazing memory. If you know how to utilize your memory, you become instantly more superhuman. One of the best techniques to memorize things is to use the journey method. Map out your mind like a journey. Then connect details within details, in a fractal. Use all your senses. Connect seemingly unrelated stimulus. Force synesthesia. Recognize the effects of retroactive interference. Recognize the effects of spaced repetition. (I hear that recalling things in multiplies of 5x works well)

Some savants have crazy excellent memory. I read this book by Daniel Tammet (an autistic synesthesiac savant) about how his mind works. He says the techniques he uses, anybody can do. After reading, I set out to experiment. I attempted to memorize everything I thought in a single day. From 9am, through school, to my walk home, to Lian's house at 4pm -- I memorized nearly all my thoughts -- and spoke them to her (it took 45 minutes). It was just a matter of connecting things in hierarchies of journeys, and repetitively going over everything, and remembering when I went over everything, and connecting things to what time it was, and so on. Conversations were the hardest. I think it was easiest since my day was already organized (I wasn't just free-floating about).

I recently read part of this audio book called Quantum Memory Power. The title is kind of corny, but it got me thinking about the journey method again. I think part of the process is actually listening to the dude talk. The way he paces you. The intonations of his voice. He takes you through several sets of 10 things at a time, and goes into the details. I started being able to recall all the previous sets while he articulated the current. I imagined that he was really trying to make some superposition metaphor.

I tried memorizing half a deck of cards like this, by chunking some of them in sets of 2 or 3 or 5 and giving them a storyline. That was a week ago and I still remember the order of all the cards. Next I'll try to do a whole deck. And see how quickly it takes me to memorize.

I also tried this while meditating high up in a tree. Every epiphany I had, I counted. One to nine. Each epiphany, as they came, I danced on them, as if they were made of the music of repetitious trance. At the end I went over it all. I spoke aloud to myself, taking my time slowly with each. I still remember everything I thought in that tree; the whole experience. I didn't even have to record any of it. I drew a glyph. It had nine prongs, each with relevant doodles. (I want to do this continuously and surround myself with these glyphs. Maybe around my desk, or maybe I'll hide the glyphs around my room, so thinking about them becomes itself a journey.)

My mind felt so clear and organized.

I want to do this for everything. I think often the problem with memory and cognition is that it's too much like a messy room. Thoughts come in and you throw them on the floor somewhere and stuff them in a corner. But if you self-organize efficiently you become more superhuman.

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The Isley Brothers

Galloping through Hades
Waist deep in the gravy

Virgil plays fife.
Risking death to taste life

For thrills and with lilts
Vivacious reverb shrill hum
For chills and on stilts
Vasoconstrictedly numb

Earth worms
on Jules Verne journeys
Ponder cave phrases, carved:
"The gods left us mazes."

Ear worms
accompany hitherto
It's your thing; do what you wanna do.
Please mister postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I been waiting such a long time
To see that girl of mine

Through the mountainous fog transformation
Appeared the vehement crustation
Pollacked and painted
Across splattered sunlight skyset

The colors still tune,
Soon our sunrise and moon
Waiting to be with my centaurette

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Veil Of Maya - [id]

LMlmfAo
you know i often start off my journals with some sort of bastardisation of lmao. It's always this big elaborate expression, emotion in every line and curve of the letters. Emotion in the typo. A cacophony of fingers hitting the keys.

!nu fkn zlin

I feel something different inside of me. Like something changed. Something clicked in my mind. I feel super human. There was like one day where I felt this, and it was a combination of several factors.

1. One, I spent all day one day solving logic puzzles and IQ tests and playing 3 dimensional dual N-back rocket zoom. I felt highly stimulated. I also beat super mario bros with friggen Mega Man.


2. Two, I started experimenting with being an alcoholic. I got a huge thing of red wine. 31 standard drinks. More on that below.


3. Three, I had a really good long cry, a few actually. I cried listening to dillinger escape plan. DILLINGER! Cried to dillinger. Who would've ever anticipated this day. Option Paralysis is quite a beautiful album, I must say. The sing-songy emotional stuff, if you're in the right mood, really twangs you in the strings. And it's really well produced. And geniusly composed. Usually pop is cliche and yawnworthy but Dillinger manages to maintain authenticity. Soulful authenticity AND cerebral technicalness AND hardcore badassedry.


4. Four, I realized I have best friends here. Yussef and Ryan and Reuben and Hayden. And the huge network of people they know. I looove hanging out at their house, it's basically one big philosopher fest. And I feel more connected to my flatmates. LMFAO it was so funny last night, laughing in Krista's room. (Omg, for some reason I have nostalgia for a future alternate reality where James dies, and I'm looking at a picture of him smiling wide "In Loving Memory of James" and I'm remembering back at all the times he'd run down the hallway to prank Krista.) And then all the Americans who hang out in first floor of O building -- Geoff and Liz and Alexis and Cam and John and Ashley and ... and my two really tall friends from the dancing class Josh and Jessen.
   
5. Five, I was in a breakdance film lmao. I started going to the breakdance club. Woo! It's full of ridiculous Asians with ridiculous powers. It's weird, I didn't feel like I learned much when going, but the next few days I showed my friend Cam my breakdancing moves, and I was absurdly better. Here's a tip: forget the power moves, lmao. The most important part is flow, and flowing from within. If you try to logic your moves, you're missing out on the dance. If you try to emulate others, the dance is missing out on you. Evolve.

I'm listening to Plato's Republic.

I realized that saying things are "cool" and "awesome" all the time can get banal. There's a point I fear where it gets totally substanceless. Empty optimism. Like when you don't even care about people merely agreeing with you, you just want to know what they have to say. You gotta feedback actual information to people. And that's the good thing about cynicism I think. Because at least it stimulates the rational mind. But beyond that I think is turnsoutedness. Augmenting off of what other people say, in a collaborative stew of chaos and creativity. Neither in the banality of agreement nor in the dissonance of stubborn cynicism.

(5/8) Thinking back at high school, I think I was a lot like Socrates. Questioning people, to question their existence, adamently. I think now I've kind of become less philosophically combative. I like to see people's ideas play out for themselves, and augment off of them. I can absorb any point of view and play with it. But I'm starting to see maybe I'm too optimistic and defenseless and observant, maybe in some cases I should move back to a Socrates-like state, or at least stand up for something. (5/25) I find myself being more like Socrates again; questioning people (funny how reading a book influences the way you start thinking, and how the interaction of characters comes out in real life interaction.) While acknowledging I am not attached to any belief or ideology, I can still stand for something in proxy. Perhaps this is a step beyond; to debate ideas intelligently; to poke at people's ideologies, but not to the point of their annoyance.

The thing about debating is that the cognitive machine doing the debating can only handle so much, can only focus so much, can only think so much before becoming frustrated. Before the creative malleability hardens into a single point of view. To perform intelligent ideological warfare without getting people annoyed, pissed off, or depressed, or thinking they're inferior, or thinking you're a douchebag-- becomes delicate balancing act of empathy and rationality. The goal is to let ideas roam free without any bias of the monkey operating system running them. The ego (the self in the face of perceived threat) can really get in the way of clarity. Threats to one['s image of being correct] can cloud judgement; perhaps the cortisol diminishes thinking ability. Perhaps the core of debate ought to be the faith that all points of view rationally converge at some point (do you want to debate this XD)

Socrates is the real Jesus. He died, sarcrificed himself at the hand of the state, for the sake of rationality, for the good of philosophy. For good, beauty, and justice. He kept his own till the day he died. Plato's writings are like the foundation of Western culture. Of philosophy. Of democracy. A lot of the questions he asked are still our questions today.

Why are most people I talk to unhappy? wtf. Sometimes I want to go up to people and be like "WHY ARE YOU DEPRESSED? HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE DEPRESSED WHEN YOURE ALIVE. MOTHERFUCKING ALIVE. MOTHERFUCKING MOMENT OF BEAUTY HAPPENING RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES. MOTHERFUCKING HOW CAn tHiS NOT BE THE PEAK OF LIFE RIGHT NOW? TELL ME?! TELL ME THIS ISN'T THE PEAK OF LIFE!?!?? Convince me. Someone just convince me" Is my brain different? Am I just fucking different from everyone? I don't get it. My blood is boiling. I just want to grab everyone and shake the life into everyone. Do I have to use hypnosis? NLP? The gift of gab? Are you actually going to sit there and justify your unhappiness? I want you to. Do it. Convince me you're unhappy. Convince me and I'll stop.

I'd fap on the spot if I ever saw anyone do that.

Maybe i'll get really fired up and throw it into a rap song or something.

Yussef started showing me this video of a guy running straight into a tornado. LMFAO. Just before the guy ran in, the video stopped, because Yussef's internet was down. So now all I have in my mind is this image of a guy running straight for a tornado, and I have no idea. No idea. The image replays in my mind, caught like an eye worm, to endless hilarity and imaginative turnsoutedness.

I went tree climbing with Yussef Ryan and Hayden, down at the Gardens of Awesome. INCREDIBLE TREES. This one tree Yussef and I climbed was like, 4 stories tall, and we went to the top. And poked my head out through the sky into outer outerspace. Botanical gardens. Ryan and I discussed the maths of the Babylonians. There was this bell, and we played around inside of it. Yussef and I made mushrooms + caramelized onions + pasta + cheese. I ate it with chopsticks really slowly and it took over an hour. He let me try this middle eastern tahini stuff that's AMAZING on toast.

Guitar Feedback jk

Back to the house. Reuben blew my mind about how Plato's Cave is connected to A Clockwork Orange. He blew my mind about how Socrates is like the foundation of our civilization LMAO. Socrates has always been my hero. And they executed him LMFAO. I can only imagine him as the god of all poopy dumpies. But yes, its quite astounding that we're still talking about them, and how Plato's questions are still our questions, and I figure I ought to launch my mind into the realms of history more *downloads Republic*. I kind of want to become obsessed with some random thinker, way back in history, mostly forgotten, and just dive into his entire mind, shed light into his insights, and project them onto every corner of my life. I met some other dude Matt who's into transhumanism. The singularity makes for some good neurocomputophilosophical standup comedy. It's just like, everything thrown into one tornado.

LMFAO

Faster than perception travel? That's what the singularity will be. It will happen beyond the limits of human perception. (similar to how computers work, most of you have no idea. All this magic surrounds you and you generally don't question it, you just use it).

Hit left or right. Computer predicts your next move using Markov chains. Because no matter how random you think you are, you succumb to unconscious patterns. A generative method of producing unpredictable math metal? There's a few different markovs on there, with different settings (size of memory/amount of randomness). If its >50% burnt, and computer has more points than human, then it's winning.

Markov chain? Oo? Basically it learns the patterns of your behavior, and uses it to predict your next move. It's quite basic-- it's just a matter of recording behavior frequencies (left right left vs left right right, for instance) and then basing judgement on which was more likely in the past. Knowing how it works means you can completely outsmart it, since its deterministic. But can you?

OH so... math metal, right? It's meant to be unpredictable by nature. But not over the top unpredictable. It's meant to lure you in to a pattern, give you a false sense of security, and then deceive you. Like a bull running into a red cape. So I'm like "hm, how could I easily build patterns that are like this". "OH markov chains. Write a program where I press Left or Right. And have like, a different sound for each depending on if the computer can predict me".

Which is an extension of this other great idea I have. Of music computer games. Where a song is generated by the musician playing a computer game. And the COOL part is I totally get to play live like this. And also, anyone can play, and make their own remix of the song. And all the funny possibilities. And it gets even MORE badass when I play live, if I make the game difficult, and everyone's like "whoa ._. how did he make the game sound like that"

OH lemme show you an example. Have you heard of Otocky? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uIdWu1CzJ0

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animals as leaders

Blogrofl.

I've been writing my book. In my brain

(Stephen read an excerpt outloud last night at the party in Liz's flat when we were all silly, it was endlessly hilarious, the way he was reading it, as if he was reading the latest news from the edge of the universe)

(I wish I recorded Stephen's oratory. I have soforth refused to return MrSans to his rightful owner (Your Numble Narrator) for the blissful inconvenience of it, from my good friend Geoff in whose car it was left in a month ago. MrSans, if interrogated, may reveal recordings of all of us in the car lmao, inparticular of Stephen being hilarious. (And I wish I recorded this throat singing/beatboxing performance I did, it was beautiful-- Alexis asked me to show her and her friend throat singing, "Oh what do you mean, the kind Tibetan monks do?" I inquired teasingly. "Yes!" I cleared my throat, and then sang out of it. The drone grew into a glossololing chant. To a glossolmao with a beat and resistent laughter. To an all out monkrave. Resoluting about a final om with the last volume of my breath. Alexis agreed it was my best. I am thrilled to have blown my own mind, with the kinds of music and sound which can emanate from my spontaneous creative brain, and how their form fit nicely to the topology of human entertainment.))

SeRpEnTsOrCiA A lot of the time, if I return to a place I haven't been for a while, I'll be rushed with memories I had completely forgotten about
SeRpEnTsOrCiA It's usually pretty intense lmao
SeRpEnTsOrCiA I'm probably going to faint when I see you
SeRpEnTsOrCiA Actually, yeah. Most likely.

I wanted Ann to want to read an excerpt and so I typed more up, while she was in the shower (SeRpEnTsOrCiA: Pssssh I'm going to see more designs in the semi darkness than you :-P), continuing on:

(of course it needs tons of editing, but the flow is alive)

Her reaction:
SeRpEnTsOrCiA *is in the reads*
SeRpEnTsOrCiA I fucking love you
SeRpEnTsOrCiA That is so awesome XD
SeRpEnTsOrCiA omg
SeRpEnTsOrCiA lmfao

SeRpEnTsOrCiA You should publish when you're done, the ideas are so amazing XD
SeRpEnTsOrCiA It reminds me of what I imagine hitchhikers to be like
SeRpEnTsOrCiA though I've never read it XD
SeRpEnTsOrCiA XDDDDDD
SeRpEnTsOrCiA You're really talented o.o
SeRpEnTsOrCiA I love that you can tell stories ><
SeRpEnTsOrCiA All of your other intelligences blow me away
SeRpEnTsOrCiA But like
SeRpEnTsOrCiA When I think of the ideal person for me to be with, you know, I keep their talents vague enough so I won't be disappointed that they can't tell stories
SeRpEnTsOrCiA But you tell amazing stories ><
SeRpEnTsOrCiA You should feel really proud, but I'm sure you do, LOL

o_o *is just astonished at your endless, endless love and support, esp. when being told I can tell stories, coming from the biggest literary geek in existence*

I'm pretty much writing my book nonlinearly. More like a fractal. Like just start writing at all these different spots. And then fill in the details between them. And then more details of details. Etc. 90 percent of what's in my mind is made up of things I've already written. It's mostly a matter of piecing it together.

(8:06:02 PM) EmperorcJ: O-O WHOA REMIX INFINITY BuTTERFLY DAY INTO A MUSIC VIDEO

My friend Ashley from Golden Bay adventures was telling me about this action-fantasy story she's writing, she's 170 pages through, and there's all this character development, and while she was describing her story I was writing mine in my own head.
EmperorcJ and i think itll have all these layers to it
EmperorcJ like simultaneous stories that are all the same story
EmperorcJ like, all influencing each other metaphysically
SeRpEnTsOrCiA o.o
SeRpEnTsOrCiA that's like russian lit
EmperorcJ is it? whoa
SeRpEnTsOrCiA russian lit is nuts, lol
EmperorcJ its going to be cyclic too, so the bottom story influences the top story
EmperorcJ i mean, it has to be, or else i'm not cj
SeRpEnTsOrCiA : P
EmperorcJ whoa, ill have to read more for inspiration
EmperorcJ like, one is regular life, and it's a boy and a girl in love
EmperorcJ but its really a computer simulation, and there's this network of artificial intelligence, and i might write this part in code or something
SeRpEnTsOrCiA o-o
EmperorcJ but everything's really all this one transhuman dude's augmented reality, and he's walking through nature alone in a lucid dream, on all these psychedelics, in the future, maybe near future
SeRpEnTsOrCiA o-o
SeRpEnTsOrCiA lol
SeRpEnTsOrCiA whoa
EmperorcJ but its really all the machine elves playing around under the covers of reality
SeRpEnTsOrCiA xD
SeRpEnTsOrCiA whoa!
SeRpEnTsOrCiA You have really good ideas ^^
EmperorcJ but really all of this is happening on a drop of dew on an insect's back
EmperorcJ like that sort of thing
EmperorcJ and the insect is flying around the boy while he's typing to the girl online

Blaug

This would be MOST AWESOME with Video, I think.

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cortexelation - dead hemisphere

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crab canon

I learned to play Bach on the piano. Two hands and everything! I was most impressed with myself. The whole time I was trying to be aware of my own learning process. Each hand was like a different hemisphere, orchestrating together two different worlds. I could really feel the story the notes played. Which is beautiful, because before, having listened to the canon endless times, I didn't see the story. I think the mechanical way of playing music loses something. The sounds of amateur pianists flowing together newly learnt music, harmonically justifying miskeys, synaptogenesis happening right before your very ears.

Here is the first recording of the first time I played it all the way through. Nailed it on the first shot! Something about the self-consciousness made it flow out. Something about my awesomeness lingers crab-canon.mp3

Freewrite which appeared on Ann's computer a bit later

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_-Cortexelation-intro-4.mp3

Hypothesis: The problem of determining if irreducibly infinite processes exist-- is itself an irreducibly infinite process.

Wtf am I talking about?

So Godel incompleteness; any formal axiomatic system will either have true things it cannot prove, or will have paradoxes. BUT ask me this Godel: what about a formal system with an infinite number of axioms? Could that work? Could a theoretical system like this be complete? How infinite would it need to be?

I wonder if an unparadoxical mathematical system could exist only if it started with an infinite number of true assumptions. Is this trivial, or are there deeper things to consider here?

The trick in his proof is reducing everything into Godel numbers, but what about infinitely long Godel numbers?

What kind of uncomputability do you get when you run the halting program on itself, when (when it calls itself) its own filename is infinitely long? (never even gets a chance to be a paradox:/)

But back to infinite godel numbers. For instance, PI, a transcendental number, can be reduced to a generalized continued fraction, or computer algorithm, which could both be expressed in finite godel numbers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi#Pi_and_continued_fraction

1. Can all infinitely long Godel numbers be reduced to finite Godel numbers ?


2. I.e. Can all infinite processes be reduced to a set of finite instructions for building them?


3. OR do there exist infinite processes which cannot be reduced to finite instructions?


4. Does something like this exist: Infinite processes which reduce to infinite instructions for building infinite instructions for building infinite instructions for building infinite instructions....etc?


5. If something like that DID exist, would it be impossible to think of it? (thoughts themselves are finite, and so would any reasoning which could approach the existence of one)

My hypothesis: If an irreducible infinite process like this were to exist, not only would computing it be a task for a hypercomputer... but FINDING one in the first place may be a task for a hypercomputer.
(I would love to prove this.)
And if not, then we discover a level of uncomputability above hypercomputers, which is just as cool.

What if we looked to nature for one instead? (((potential idea: What if the search for unifying physical laws is one of these irreducible infinite processes--- Assume all constituents and forces of matter and energy can be broken down further and further, infinitely. A human civilization on a quest to find the unifying physical laws would never find them, but perpetually approach them. This is like a hypertask. You could reduce this hypertask into the finite rules of "humans-> go figure out the universe". But the very existence of humans in the first place is a result of these infinitely compounded laws. You can't create the humans without the laws. You can't create the humans (which never figure out the laws) without figuring out the laws. ??? ))) Would any potential candidate have some absurd amount of self-reference in it?

Or what if we could leverage unsolved problems in mathematics. Connect this to things which may not be able to be proven/cannot be proved or disproved? Like, what if it turns out that we can say something like "IF its impossible to prove if P=NP, then irreducible infinite processes exist".

Okay, so now, IF we assume irreducible infinitely long Godel numbers exist.... what does that say about his proof, his theorem, and of mathematics? What are the implications? Does this still fit nicely with his proof? If so, what does that mean. If not, why and (how) is this a significant idea? Either way, let's rework metamathematics xD

I wonder if this could be proved or disproved. or even more exciting: if it can be proved that it cannot be proved/disproved .. then its like wtf.. or if it can't be proved/disproved whether it can't be proved/disproved whether it can't be proved/disproved whether it can't be proved/disproved whether it can't be proved/disproved... and so in an INFINITE CHAIN!! do such things exist? (is this an extension of the same problem of irreducibly infinite processes? LOL the (dis)proof of itself requires itself)

Tell me what you think, and where/if I slipped in my reasoning. Basically I think it all comes down to:

Hypothesis: The problem of determining if irreducibly infinite processes exist-- is itself an irreducibly infinite process.

I lack the knowledge/ability to formalize these things all fancy academic like. If anyone wants to publish a paper with me, please express your enthusiasm. Or feel free to pirate my ideas and claim them as your own. Just as long as you throw in a somewhere in there; some sort of allusion to your inspirators, so that we can feel invisibly powerful.