Going by the standard of supply and demand, a Human life is worth as much as it costs to save the cheapest Human life, unless some people are worth more than others.
I asked how much it costs to save the cheapest million Human lives on average in and indirectly explained how peoples' actions and what they think it costs contradict.
Here is...
Time does not flow, as space does not flow.
We move through time and space as a single unit. We interact within the moment and with the objects occupying the space around us.
The Images seem to be frozen in time and existing within a predetermined space. We end up capturing illusions of our own perceptions. Our memories can be distorted,...
There is a long ongoing discussion about the financial systems which gained even more momentum following the recent financial crisis (AKA credit crunch).
Many voices are being heard, almost all throwing terms and slogans arguing their perspective to be the ultimate one, fast to show the errors of other perspectives.
Socialism, Capitalism...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=Ibal6pcERS0
About half way through Kreidler's lecture he shows a project where he samples 7.5 thousand tunes in 33 seconds and takes the paperwork to court in a van laden with paper, it is quite special.
So sampling other people's music to 'break new ground in music' is finally legal (in the UK so I...
from neurons to self
by Rodolfo R. Llinas
This essay arose out of a set of talks given at The University of St. Andrews
in Scotland, where Professor Glen Cottrell had graciously invited
me to give the American Alumni Lectures in 1989. Little did I know then
that St. Andrews would be back in my life, when, in 1998, my son...
Part One: Elation
The city seemed to move—swelling, as though engrossed and enraptured by its own primal rhythm. People, shapes—figures and cascading blurs wrapped among themselves—drifted and were shook apart as though figments of some imaginary lightplay, distant memories of a fleeting and forgotten past. His mind lingered and fell...
http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/
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karmapol
n. the imaginary committee of elders that keeps a running log of your mistakes, steadily building their case that you’re secretly a fraud, a coward, a doofus and a douche, and who would’ve successfully...
I've been thinking about how identity passes through ubicomp environments and the types of experiences that could occur in such a relationship. We each carry a digital ID in our smartphone. This ID is a key that grants access to voice, data, location, acceleration, and other information both in the net and in our devices. These handshakes...
There are a couple of popular beliefs concerning altruism, both with extensive history and cultural bias. Some people think it is a core aspect to a good life, and selfishness is abhorrent, in my opinion this is an incoherent statement, and reflects the point of view of many others, that true altruism does not exist and what many call altruism is...
A response to Jonathan Franzen's "Liking Is for Cowards. Go for What Hurts":
The re-contextualization of technological devices within the framework of sexual love is an incredibly fruitful pursuit. This consciousness, taken broadly, enables an erotic reintroduction to everyday life that might be previously unbelievable to the...
One month after the introduction of Google+, the debate on "real vs fake identities" goes on. I see a lot of that on Google+ and Facebook because I have many Second Life users in my network, and many of them have chosen to be pseudonymous.
In particular two of my best friends, Khannea Suntzu and Extropia DaSilva, have made this...
Exploring the concept of cyber-identities, their application, evolution and necessary reformulation
"Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be."
Orson Scott Card (Ender's Game)
There are many reasons for this essay but the main one is to emphasize why we desire, all of us humans that...
Something from the Past-Future-Present.
"Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of a bee. It is lighted neither by window nor by lamp, yet it is filled with a soft radiance. There are no apertures for ventilation, yet the air is fresh. There are no musical instruments, and yet, at the moment that my...
Keep writing. Keep writing, and don't stop. No matter what happens to you, just keep writing. Write on paper, write on wood, write on walls, write on clothes. Write on everything. Continue to write, and don't even think of ceasing. Write until your hand hurts. Write until you don't have any idea what you are even writing about anymore. Write like...