Experiment 4 - The Sift
Well, the sift turned out to be a little too labor intensive. Not enough bang for the buck in my book. I'm not doing a thesis here.
I'm hoping that Experiment 5 - The Map will take its place, though the going will be slow there too.
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This begins the analysis of the data we are generating in Experiment 3. (I must admit that this is going to be a manual process, and therefore possibly a slow one) last updated 3.31.02 |
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Research notes:
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The more we change the rules, the less the rules will mean.
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Rules go from something absolute to something that is imposed on us by ourselves and others, and therefore the rules become subjective
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rules are what we tell ourselves we are 'supposed to do'. But we can do anything. Do we not because of what others will think? in the end, what effect do they have on you, really?
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why is life always so goddamn messy??
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Order vs. Chaos? Details are composed of things outside our self. They are outside our control. They can be seen as a mess or as possibility, according to the viewer.
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The details. People, places, and things.
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The nature of life is mess. mess is what makes life interesting. Messes are what create possibility. happiness is mess waiting to happen.
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Or the only way you can even have a chance at winning is to play the game. You must get involved and risk possibly losing in order to really experience anything.
instead of playing the game, what if you create the game? and what if the game's not very fun? why not play a different game? if you play no games, then you will simply sit and do nothing. not playing any games is about the same as sitting and being a bit-part in the grand game. ... this is one way of not playing the game, wallowing. ... instead he creates his own game, which is another way of not playing the game. which leads us places.
We can create our own and things can get very interesting very quickly as a result. I just think acknowledgement of each being a game is important. Sitting around and doing nothing is an observation another person can make. But we can never be completely sure what is in that person's mind when they are sitting there. Looks could be very deceiving...
Who ever said that winning was the point of the game anyway?
who even said it was a winnable game? maybe it's like sim city... we're just waiting for a monster to come and crush us.
Nah, sim city is easy. Turn off disasters, set the thing to run on cheetah, and go to sleep. Winner in the morning. I think this game we are talking about really does not reward those asleep at the wheel.
home is where you come back to. home is where the heart is. home sweet home. home, home on the range. life is arbitrary. it doesn't like to do things to please us. maybe this place is not actually home. maybe this place is an invitation to find something better than it. maybe this place will eventually become a comfortable home after having discovered other homes for yourself. maybe this is a challenge.
the other half is exceeding blogger's bandwidth capacity at the moment. humour is an idea as well.
I probably talk about games because ... I'm playing one now with my life. I think the game starts with, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" But now the answer has changed to something like, "Myself." or "I don't know, it doesn't really matter." So I'm having to deconstruct the illusion of the game... and my first instinct is to say I'm bored.
The world is near its end. That's mostly true. I heard it from a friend of a friend.
I always wonder how we got to the point right before the big bang. It seems absurd to think there was a starting point for everything (and I guess just as absurd to think something could go on forever...). But I imagine that there was a before and that the last part of it consisted of everything getting really bunched up together. And it was a state that could only go on for so long. Eventually it let loose, and incidently become the universe. I think that is how misery ends.
Interesting thought....you wrote"...at what point does one person become so miserable that they combust?" Through my own suicidal attempt once..."when the air becomes too difficult to breathe" still doesn't answer your question does it??? which is why I find your question well put.
A mystery is right. And it seems people like to throw it into the myth pile with unicorns and dragons. But ghosts are a different category right? It's like deja vu. People sneeze at when it happens and move right on. But something different is happening, and perhaps it is real.
Now this is thinking. So very simple. And it does and doesn't have to exist. The bottle may, but is not obliged to, contain anything. Contain. That's a word.
funny you should ask... I just did this last week.
Riddle me this: Raping and murdering a 3 month old baby. Graphic I know, but how could any head make it good?
A friend and I once were working on something we called "the most unpopular philosophy" and we talked about this very point. And the most unpopular philosophy said, yeah, people die. Sometimes in horrible, gruesome ways. But what are you going to do. People die. (I could write a book of disclaimers on this, followed by another book supporting the philosophy. ... I imagine we will get there here eventually too...I'll spare us all for now...)
It's only fair to add that I can't even watch Tom and Jerry cartoons because I get upset about what they do to each other...
for me, mint chocolate chip is the apotheosis. mmm. minty.
moving in circles makes me sick to my stomach.
Yeah, but only once a day for about 5 minutes.
motivation requires motivation