The fishing boats in Lombok have two outriggers, one on each side.

They’re quite high and don’t impede forward motion but when you’re stationary they stop the boat from rolling around excessively.

Time to implement them on the standard Australian tinnie methinks.

Maybe a vertically retractable pair.

The laws of information thermodynamics…

The zeroeth law of information thermodynamics is that:

All information known to humans is metainformation.

The first law of information thermodynamics:

The total amount of knowable information exists out of time, and does not depend on the entropy state of the universe at the time of consideration.

Second law of information thermodynamics:

More enterprise is required to predict the timing of future events than any benefit that can possibly be derived from doing so.

The third law of information thermodynamics:

As the total amount of known information grows then relatively speaking more of it is junk information.

Metadata is a set of data that describes and gives information about other data.

An example is a digital photograph’s metadata, which might include the date and time the photo was taken, the camera model used, the file size, where it was taken, etc. Everything but the actual photo.

Similarly metainformation is information that describes and gives information about other information.

The zeroeth law of information thermodynamics is that:

All information known to humans is metainformation.

If you think about it, that statement is self verifying. See below if you don’t believe me.

But it does beg the question, what is information that isn’t metainformation?

I don’t know, I’m only human.

And isn’t the zeroeth law itself just metainformation?

By definition, yes. Oh dear, best not to dwell.

It feels as though the total amount of information available is ever increasing.

But I wonder if that isn’t humans doing two things;

1. Discovering the universe and giving names to things that already exist, and

2. Creating useless junk information.

In science and technology we distinguish between discovery and invention, where the former is the discovery and naming of a naturally occurring thing, whereas the latter is the creation of things that haven’t existed before.

However in an infinite universe, with an infinite number of parallel universes, isn’t it a bit naive to believe that any of our inventions are genuinely novel?

My view is that the total amount of knowable information is constant, and also extremely large, possibly even infinite.

Which leads us to the first law of information thermodynamics:

The total amount of knowable information exists out of time, and does not depend on the entropy state of the universe at the time of consideration.

All information is eventually forgotten. Try and remember this for example:

P>P}ppppp67il

That there is information, of a sort.

It could be a password I guess, or a form of encrypted useful information.  Or a musical score in ancient Sumerian.

Which leads me to the third law of information thermodynamics:

As the total amount of known information grows then relatively speaking more of it is junk information.

Junk information comes in many forms.

The example above was just an accidental keyboard press while I was swapping over to the other side of the bed because the elf was hot (without context this is an example of junk information because it has no utility).

Some junk information is deceptive and deceitful, actual lies, designed for self serving purposes. Mostly it’s there just to create enough tinsel so you can’t discern the good stuff.

Some is just actual junk. Filler information that does no harm but is factually incorrect or useless. Most of the world wide web is an obvious example.

AI generated content is a form of junk because it is a machine generated interpolation from other information that is itself usually junk. Even if a GPT engine is fed good information it produces junk information. Not necessarily actually lies but it can’t ever be trusted to be useful.

Art is an example of concentrated junk information. Art information can be as dense as fuck, possibly the most densly packed of all information. But due to (1) the inherent moronity of artists, and (2) the subjectivity of the interpretation of art, art is junk information that is completely lacking generally agreed utility.

By the time humans make themselves physically obsolete, most information will be junk information and we will have no choice but to end it all because we won’t have the capacity to do otherwise.

It’s a Samsung Galaxy Ultra S22.

Or is it a Samsung Ultra S22?

I think the first one.

I’m not an expert in branding but it would seem that their branding is a tad on the complex side.

Company, model, e.g. Toyota Corolla. That’s all you need.

And if you don’t do it your customers will do it for you.

Someone asks me what phone I have, I say “S22” or if I I’m feeling particularly garrulous “S22 Ultra”. Fully understood.

The “22” denotes the year it was released, 2022.

The “S” stands for superfluous.

“Ultra” is code for the hidden pen that I never use. It used to be “Note” but they changed it when the Notes all caught on fire one year.

I wonder when the last one will be made? There’s always a last of everything.

It might be the Samsung Galaxy S40.

I suspect that AI driven verbal input  will make the pen superfluous well before then, therefore no “Ultra”. And then by 2040 we’ll embed the device in our skulls, or rather, wrap the human around the chips. We’ll go from being augmented humans to virtual humans.

In any case the pen is already superfluous, so that’s probably what the “S” means.

That date, 2040, will be wrong unless I fluke it. When I was young we were supposed to have flying cars by the year 2000. Still waiting…

Better still, something may pop up that is completely unpredicted.

Predicting the future is a mug’s game, as we all know.

You can reliably predict that the sun will come up tomorrow, but you can’t reliably nominate when the next car accident will occur in your street.

However a well informed expert can tell you that you are due one accident per year. She just can’t tell you when it will occur. And you might in fact get none, one, two or even three. But the average over ten years will in fact be one, until it’s not.

With great effort, your French technocrat will delve into why accidents happen on your street. They will measure your asphalt, scan your camber, record your pedestrians, breathylyse your drivers, etc. Then they will forensically deconstruct every prior accident and correlate them to these and a million other factors.

Eventually they’ll have a model which might predict under what conditions you are likely to have an accident.

Then you will have something like this: tomorrow there is a 0.000005% chance of an accident between 6pm and 7pm, but it depends on what time Larry gets RSA’ed, which itself depends on how many mates he’s drinking with, which itself depends on how many of them have cash, which depends on which of them won a jackpot the day before.

Then the whole palaver starts again because jackpots are reliable in terms of percentages but inconveniently unreliable in terms of “c’mon give it to me, now”.

Ironically, if it’s raining the probability of an accident goes up 10x.

Eventually you realise that you are fighting a form of information entropy. So much energy goes into modelling all the factors that are needed to vaguely foresee the future, that any beneficial returns from doing so are negated.

Which leads us to the Second law of information thermodynamics:

More enterprise is required to predict the timing of future events than any benefit that can possibly be derived from doing so.

And yet a good slab of western society remains enamoured to the task. What keeps them going is luck. You just have to be luckier than half of your competitors and you’re in front.

So, so many successful seers think that they are geniuses. But they can’t even crunch the simple numbers to see that statistically they are a one in two chance of being more successful than the next Nostradamus.

Everytime I go to take a photo on my phone I find the lens is covered in body grease, and the photo all blurry.

There’s no use advertising five lens, a guzillion pixels and AI enhancement, if the universal presence of grease means that every photo is shite.

The obvious solution is a physical lens cover that only opens when you snap a photo.

Samsung Galaxy DSLR Ultra S26x.

If we assume that people always lie when surveyed, then what do we have?

I think it’s a human compulsion to take any fun opportunity to lie when you can’t possibly get caught out, and even if you were caught there’s no consequences. Well I take these opportunities for what they are, so there.

Besides I hate being annoyed by people that only have their own good will in mind, and at my expense. They deserve lies.

But assuming the usual distribution of human nature with regards to mushrooms and honesty, one would have to guess that survey results have a mix of a correlation and anti correlation to the hidden truth that can never be known.

Until of course the question becomes fact, after the fact. Then of course your survey company figures out the truth function and applies that to all future results, because the truth function never changes.

Lol.

Viv English for dominoes;

Flat stacked dice.

The giraffe eated the flower the flower eated the bee.

Jerapah memakan bunga, bunga memakan lebah

How many roads must a chicken walk down before you call him an egg?

Nuclear energy seems to work well until it goes south. But when it goes south it really goes.

However, even when its going well, it has this magic power to dredge up strong emotions in all sorts of people that are opposed to it for a wide variety of reasons.

So thanks Peter Dutton for the upcoming entertainment.

Sooth and strewth have exactly the same meaning, i.e. “truth”.

And they’re used in exactly the same way, 1500 years apart on different sides of the planet.

“forsooth/strewth, that be flummoxing/that’s mazeballs.”

Tangalooma done good.

In the context of separation and financial separation, “a spokesperson for the ATO said it acknowledged that some people incurred debts because of situations involving abuse.”

That would make me an abused individual. After all, my ex not only left me with considerable debt, she stole all of our joint cash which she used to further abuse me, with cunty lawyers.

However I don’t see myself as abused. Never did.

The self perception of victimhood is the barrier to reparations of the psyche.

“Stephen Hawking’s greatest legacy – a simple little equation now 50 years old – revealed a shocking aspect of black holes”

This mathematical expression shows the temperature of Hawking radiation given off by a black hole that is not rotating:

T=ℏc3/8πGMk

where T is temperature; ℏ Planck’s constant; c is the speed of light; G is Newton’s constant; M is the mass of the black hole of interest, and k is Boltzmann’s constant.

So let’s unpack that a little…

1. It’s not a shocking equation at all since I had no preconceived notions as to the temperature dependence of a non rotating black hole. No one does or ever did.

2. Having said that, said Hawking radiation and the presence of the rest of the universe would cause the thing to rotate, so it’s a limiting case that doesn’t exist.

And they’ve gone and tied themselves up in knots worrying about the inherent information paradox implied by this non existent limiting case. Fuckwits!

The real effort is in formulating things in algebra in our simple little classical world, and then trying to peruse for meaning in the same.

I say just stop bothering things like black holes with physicists. It must be torture for them.

“An environment group and Indigenous rangers who have been removing tonnes of rubbish from remote northern Australian beaches are calling on the federal government to do more to stop plastic being produced.”

That’ll be an interesting discussion opener for Penny Wong….

“Please can you stop using plastic?”

“Cào nǐ mā”

Headline: “What 70 per cent of men who kill their partners have in common”

They’re men?

I wonder what people have against plastics in the oceans?

For me, the plastics help make what would otherwise be extremely monotonous, really visually interesting.

Sort of like the way Emily Kame Kngwarreye improved upon the blank fabric that confronted her on a daily basis.

There’s no JB HiFi in Bali despite the fact that, at any one time, there’s 100,000 cashed up bogans here, all beavering away at finding new and interesting ways to kill their phones.

You’d have to put that in the list of the all time top 100 corporate fails.

“This novel offers a bold feminist reimagining of Australian history” and “a biography of the Barrier Reef’s first martyr”.

And yet, it has me wondering, is it Finding Nemo, the book?

If you look at it through the right lens, Bali is one big theme park.

Let’s call it Aussie World, ca. 1980, well before the invention of health and safety.

Can’t fault them Australians for hating change, when it suits them.

We’re actually quite lucky we’re not called South Indians.

You would think that excessive affluence would breed cunning into the fat lazy fucker Australians that want everything for nothing.

How then do you explain that I can read their every thought, through the expressions in their eyes?

That’s not what I would call cunning.

It’s highly probable that quantum computing was initially developed as a humourous ode to bistromathics by a group of nerdy physicists that had read the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy when they were undergraduates.

In fact, said invention of quantum computing is likely to have occurred over a drunken meal at a cheap Italian restaurant.

I’m sure the progenitors are now highly embarrassed that their joke has exited the window like a grand piano on a suicide mission.

They must be deadly serious about their ongoing anonymity. Just like Satoshi Nakamoto, they know that any near term notoriety will ultimately be worthless when the technology is eventually outed as the turkey that it is.

Oddly, the only real difference between quantum computing and bistromathics is the title of the technology. Other than that, same same.

This fact is apparently hidden by a SEP invisibility field.

“Dear Ian,

Hope you are doing well.

I’m Sebastien from Glove Box Australia Pty Ltd, specialising in high-quality Glove Boxes and safety cabinets. Proudly representing Jacomex and Cruma, we offer a range of equipment, parts, and accessories, including Acrylic Glove Boxes made in Australia.”

For about 3 or 4 year years in my late thirties I dabbled with corporate employment.

I dabbled and they suffered.

Like a polyester suit in the tropics it never really worked for me.

At least I gave it a good shake before pulling the plug.

In the end, I just had to admit that any organisation over say 50 people was too big for my capacity to bear bullshit.

Corporate life did however give me a sound basis to negotiate deals with corporations though.

Most negotiations require a great deal of empathy for the other side, including an understanding of the individual motivations of your counter-party apparatchiks.

“How Victorian brothers are tackling farm safety”; that’s the headline.

Fortunately the rest of the article was behind a paywall. Thanks Rupert.

Seriously, some banalities are best left as mysteries.

This was advertised to me:

“How to write a successful book in three days with AI”

My brain automatically decided to create this technology:

“How to read a new book in three milliseconds with AI”

What’s the point of anything if it’s both created and consumed by technology? It will be as though it never existed.

Just like electric cars.

The marketing concept of artificial scarcity works surprisingly well when one is selling startup equity.

It’s easily the best way to raise capital.

Root cause analysis; one’s prospective customers, the investors, generally have no idea what they’re doing. So they rely on “herd desire” to both validate their stupid investment choices and to protect themselves from the inevitable investment failure.

It’s the very nature of politics that death, in the political sense, is both self serving and self inflicted.

The path to power requires the candidate to herd sponsors that definitely aren’t in the game for goodwill or fun.

Eventually, serving the needs of one’s sponsors either alienates one from the majority or, worse still, causes the eruption of a noisy alternative.

It’s a path so well trodden that you could call it a roller coaster. A set of tracks fixed in place that each candidate, generation to generation, rides upon, until they don’t.

I suspect that the political candidate’s apparent lack of understanding and caring of their fate stems from the obfuscation of the roller coaster by much “information noise” (media, social etc).

It’s a signal to noise problem, and those human beings that have the intellectual horsepower to process the data certainly aren’t interested in being in the game.

Truth is, there’s many more ways to fuck up political ascendency than there is to achieve it in the first place.

In statistical thermodynamics we would say that they’re fighting entropy. And in this blog I would add that they’re fighting entropy with somewhat limited equipment.

If you wait long enough, every good idea eventually becomes a bad one.

What passes for serious debate in Queensland…

“A Queenslander’s home is their castle and they should be able to use whatever force necessary to protect themselves against intruders”. This is new legislation going through the state parliament right now.

Well, if it was a castle then you wouldn’t need to worry about home burglars, they’d never get up the ramparts.

As an alternative, I suggest you make a donation, offer them a Corona and a durry, and see them on their way without threat of decapitation.

So at one time, way back when, the bugs got together and decided to create a body to house them and move them around.

That’s us and they’re our biome.

Eventually the bodies developed what the bugs call artificial intelligence and often started working against the interests of the biome.

Now the bodies are repeating history. Building great big cities to house themselves and putting in place the groundwork for what we call artificial intelligence.

Who needs the concept of “living in a simulation” when you’re an actual biological cliche?

seasoned; adjective (of food) having had salt, pepper, herbs, or spices added.

Me, wondering if I’m a seasoned flyer.

Let’s make bike helmets compulsory on all flights.

I have this suspicion that there’s this whole hidden branch of maths centred on blots.

You know, ink blots, wine spills, blood, etc.

Let’s call it blotomathics, combining symmetry, geometry and chaos, all in one unknowable splat.

Addressing the question of why the allies got the atomic bomb before the Germans, Churchill said “our Germans were better than their Germans”.

Churchill was conflating America’s Germans with his own. A common mistake I guess.

Geez don’t people have difficulty accepting uncertainty, in the physics sense.

How can a thing be a particle and a waveform, but never both at the same time?

In expressing it, I try to make the analogy to the misty past; there are things that we know happened but we can only guess as to them.

For example, there is an exact number of times you’ve picked your nose or scratched your arse in your lifetime.

Had someone set out from day one to record these numbers, we’d know them. Maybe. But it’s likely that the recording device or whatever it was, would be intrusive and have affected the outcome.

But since they didn’t even try, we don’t know. But we know in principle that there is an exact number of times.

That’s what you call uncertain certainty or certain uncertainty.

There are the knowable unknowns and the unknowable unknowns, some of which we know are knowable in a parallel universe where we have our shit together.

In physics, the same principles apply. We simply don’t have our shit together yet. So it’s either confusion or blind faith.

You can make a useful metaphor by comparing a quantum computer to a historian.

It’s bloody hard to get data in to the head of a historian – digging, digging, digging. Once the data is in there though, your historian readily (facilely, even) fabricates a solution. But it can only be published in an academic journal read by no one.

All up, your historian is only moderately useful at predicting the past. And your hypothetical quantum computer is only moderately useful for solving current problems.

Back to quantum computing…

I think they’re going about it all wrong.

What they should be doing is building microquantum devices, gates or a series of gates, that can be called from a digital platform.

Eventually these either could be integrated into a digital chip device, probably silicon based.

No matter what your algorithm, most of the code runs better on digital. You’ll just find the odd loop where you do a shitload of number crunching, which is where you access your quantum supremecy.

So long as you can get your data in on a waveform and out in binary.

My view is that it’s less of a hybrid device and more of a digital platform with quantum teleporting.

Microquantum…

Recently my snoring has increased. It’s annoying the elf to the extent that she’s occasionally forced to leave the bed.

Now that’s not on. This has got to change.

Step One was analysis via the snoring detection app. What did we do before smartphones?

What I found was that;

1. It’s all over the shop. On any particular night of the week I might or might not snore, a bit, a lot, loudly or quietly.

2. Worse than that, during a night, it changes from none to lots, quietly to loudly, etc.

The internet suggests all sorts of shit. The obvious one are stop drinking and smoking, or stop getting old.

But over two months, I saw no strong correlation with anything including, drinking, smoking, stress, eating late, eating large, exercise, sex, pills, exhaustion, etc. I checked everything except age.

Interestingly, there was a slight correlation to smoking. When I smoked I snored less. That was a good calibration point for the bullshit on the web.

Critically though, on any single night I could for a period be absolutely dead quiet. If the evil alcohol was the cause, for example, then it wasn’t very consistent. I couldn’t very well be full of alcohol one minute, sober and then back drunk, could I?

Statistics inform us that six out of seven dwarfs aren’t happy. And that’s how it’s done … abuse of the mathematically illiterate by the greedy.

Being opened minded I’ve tried some devices. Two mouth guard thingys, one gimp mask, some headphones, different pillows, and I think that’s it.

It’s all snake skin bullshit. Obviously they take your money and you don’t get it back if it doesn’t work. Which it can’t because the problem isn’t physical.

Then there’s laser treatment at $2400. Another laugh I’m sure.

Or you could go down the CPAP rabbit hole. $500 initial consultation. $2000 sleep study. $2000 CPAP machine with $500 of operating costs a year. And you sleep with a mask and tube attached to your side board. Fuck that.

Lately I’ve discovered that a snore is just like a concocted snort laugh. I always thought it was lower down the throat, but no.

My view, it’s controllable.

Hypothesis; at night the tube just below your mouth and nose gets compressed depending on how you’re lying. The snort snore is designed to open it up and maybe move you around.

So I’ve been practising keeping my throat open and round, whilst awake. And I’m using my subconscious to do the same while I’m asleep. Much concentration just before sleep; you might call it meditation. Actually it’s determination.

Two nights in, 100% success rate.

Just to double down on this line of enquiry I’ve enrolled into psychohypnosis with the explicit goal of keeping that throat tube open at night, using my subconcious.

It’s a bit of a mystery that you can make life much longer by taking your time.