Possibly the best Chinese ad I have ever seen.

China just keeps giving.

Don’t fall in love with the barista
The barista loves the machine

The machine belongs to Ollie
But Ollie just loves money

Useful info from the herald which I am saving for a future pub debate. I can’t see any trend here.

Well fuck me, at 79 years of age my dad has finally uttered an opinion betraying deep thought.

He suggested that in the old days the reason why elders were revered for their wisdom is that they weren’t very old. He told me that 50 was old in the pre-industrial societies and at 50 you still have all your mental faculties (implying that this isn’t the case at 79).

I added the thought that in a society, sans change, age equated to increased accumulation of current knowledge. Whereas in our society of constant change getting old signals redundancy for old knowledge. And it also gets harder to adapt to change as one gets older. Double whammy.

Agreement all around. And then we retired for his half-full skim-milk extra-hot half-sugar latte and my double mac.

I find it sad that many people I meet, in this fair country of ours, desire in life exactly what they have always been entitled to.

Maybe they climb a little up the greasy pole or earn a sinecure, but the outcome is much the same.

Imagine desiring entrapment in a glass pyramid of corporate entitlement.

Maybe the mass of people in there is obscuring the view of the surrounding country side.

The sales brigade for Jesus turned up on my doorstep this morning.

This time it took an interesting twist.

I don’t know why but I told them that I thought I might be the next prophet but not yet revealed to the masses.

You’d have thought they’d be interested in another product line. But nuh, just a general retreat towards the street.

I yelled after them that they should be wearing hats. It is a hot day after all, and ‘sin’ was actually a mistranslation of ‘skin’.

Lola hates me right now.

I explained to them that a selfie can’t have two people in it.

Right before I took the phone off them.

Dots reinterpreted.

I have been labeled as cynical… let’s see…

cynical. ˈsɪnɪk(ə)l/
adjective
1. believing that people are motivated purely by self-interest;
2. distrustful of human sincerity or integrity;
3. concerned only with one’s own interests and typically disregarding accepted standards in order to achieve them.

I think not for 1 but I am always wary.

Re no. 2, not at all. In most cases people fool themselves and not others.

Finally, on no. 3 I am concerned with the interests of all and much less so my own, but typically disregard accepted standards in order to achieve my goals.

I suspect that I am a realistic idealist with a touch of egomania chucked in.

There are over 1,000 geo-tracking and spy satellites up in space and yet we can still manage to lose a commercial aircraft with almost 300 people on-board.

Every ocean going yachtie and extreme adventurer has an EPIRB, many which auto activate, but not an airplane nor anyone on it. Really?

Misplacing your keys is one thing…. but a plane?

Bugger liquid, aerosols or gels. They are so reactive and stupid that it hurts to read this stuff.

It’s a failure of will and not an absence of means. Or a total pack of lies.

Who wouldn’t want to live in China?

‘I hate flying’.

Well there’s a statement…

Is he scared of flying or just disgusted with the process?

In this context it’s the same word for the emotion from the id and the belief from the super ego.

I struck the jackpot, again.

My current Shanghai taxi driver is Fangio reincarnated.

At low speeds in traffic he makes holes where they can’t be.

He is ambidextrous when it comes to driving on the left or right.

On the freeway he is happy at 200 k’s in a 15 year old Toyota shitbox without seatbelts, dodging all the fade outs.

My solution? To spend the whole trip with my knees braced against the front seat waiting for the inevitable.

Which as you know didn’t happen.

Define sanity! No one can because we are all insane to some degree and that degree might change from observer to observer.

Imagine trying to treat people with psychological issues with other people (e.g. therapists)? Since they are both imperfect and slightly insane the whole process is definitely insane. No wonder it hardly works.

A much better approach would be to get a machine to ask questions and a massive friggin’ computer to parse and process the answers. That is, we should pass the problem over to Google and some large evolutionary algorithms.

This would have two benefits. First people are far more likely to be honest when talking to a machine, and, second, by combining all the results of all the people we could start coming up with genuine definitions of psychological issues.

Of course these definitions would be contextual so the solution to a genuine issue might be therapy, drugs or a simple change of environment.

Even the treatments themselves could be tested by the same algorithms for efficacy and a process of continuous improvement instigated.

There are some problems that are simply too complex for people and their simple models – we should hand them over to the computers now that we have them.

Hypothesis; these days not many scientific PhD theses strongly focus on testing concepts or developing new solutions to unexplained data.

If true, the majority of theses have not earned the conjoined adjective, ‘hypo’. Whence shall our theories arise?

One of my favourite subjects in undergrad chemistry was Symmetry. Chemistry has a whole maths and nomenclature focused on the the symmetry of molecules. In order to get into this subject you have to have Asperges syndrome. Which I don’t and therefore my surprise (to this day) at my enjoyment of the subject.

That last paragraph was an attempt to enforce my credentials on what I am about to posit. Which is to say the lady is protesting before she even starts.

Here goes; have you ever noticed that we humans are supposed to be symmetrical on the outside but inside we are far less symmetrical? For example various organs are placed to one side or the other; the heart is on the left side, the right lung has more lobes than the left, the stomach and spleen lie to the left, and the liver has a single right lobe

As an aside, there are rare people who are ‘flipped’ and have these organs on the opposite side. A surgeon’s nightmare.

My suspicion is that the benefits of social cohesion have enforced external symmetry – it is easier/quicker to recognise a symmetrical friend or family member, and throughout history this benefit must have been enforced through the usual evolutionary processes.

No such benefit applies to internal organs so they have been free-er to wander about the body looking for the most efficient arrangement, but somewhat constrained by the external symmetry requirements.

Many people get a yearly check-up from their GP.

But do you know anyone who gets an annual check-up from a psychologist?

No, we all either avoid them assiduously or wait until we have a problem that we can’t live with.

Possibly this is because one person’s issue is another’s pet.

And the science of the brain is really an art; for example, there aren’t any clinical tests for partial insanity of any sort.

However this must represent a great commercial opportunity. All that has to be developed is some non-threatening set of tests for a rego check-up for the brain. The trick will be to remove the subjectivity out of the interpretation of the results.

My daughter marched in March with her mother and her mother’s friends.

I chatted to them (the adults, afterwards) and, this is being nice, they have a  desperately weak grasp of the grab bag of issues that they were protesting. It’s seemed like more of a social occasion with falsetto anger.

I asked my daughter what issue caught her eye. She said ‘save the sharks’. Being a surfer I told her that I’d prefer it if they nuked the sharks. I said this to open the door to her mind; I would like to see her think and not just follow.

The march in March people had many issues, most of them centered on the policies of our federal government. In particular they dislike Tony Abbott. I am not much of a fan myself.

And yet, their rather uneducated playing of the man, and not the ball, makes me quite uncomfortable. It’s not a crowd that I would like to be in.

I guess it was always thus on both sides of our political cartel. The anger and intent is real amongst all colors of the rent-seeking cargo cults of club Australia.

They literally don’t have the imagination, intelligence nor motivation to be truly constructive. And they won’t be until they are forced by circumstances beyond their comprehension.

I am sitting here wondering how the concepts of linear and abstract thinking come into the brain model.

It looks like there are two sides to the super ego, left and right sides, logical and artistic, or whatever you want to call them.

The linear part must really be driven by logical processes and work only in conscious mode.

The abstract part is I suspect massively parallel processing with lots of little hooks into the id. It’s probably running zillions of complex scenarios and simply can’t be run in conscious mode.

Nix all the car projects. The truth is that I hate driving. So now that I am car free I intend to stay that way.

City driving I hate due to the congestion, cameras, agro and hypocrisy. Freeways I hate because they drive me to narcolepsy.

The only driving I like is on the old school country roads.

I’m thinking that the coalition government decided not to continue supporting the local car industry because they were sick of being driven around in stretch conformadores.

Bring on the black Audi’s, BMWs and Mercs.

And you thought they were being economically dry!

Quote of the day.

“What part of I don’t understand don’t you understand?’

[Scene] Toxteth Hotel Glebe

Pub dude: “Want to buy a ticket for the meat raffle?”

Me: “Is it organic?”

Cabbie having a smoko.

Pensioner hogging the bike line and having a smoko.

This is the Sydney spoon.

There is a lot of hostility to cyclists out there on the roads.

An example; the fuckwits who keep putting cycle lanes right next to parked cars and then make the cycle lanes exactly one car door-width’s wide.

Regret is what Johnny Howard said he felt for the stolen generations and other crimes against aborigines by the white fellas.

Except he didn’t feel it. Regret is a belief not an emotion. The only emotion Johnny felt was anger at being forced to say he had regret. And happiness that he wasn’t forced into offering an apology.

An ‘apology’ is a belief emanating from the super ego whereas a ‘sorry’ is an emotion coming from the id.

Kevin Rudd said sorry to the aborigines on behalf of all Australians but that too was false. ‘Sorry’ is a personal emotion and you can only say sorry on your own behalf. You don’t know how others truly feel.

Empathy is an emotion as well; it’s feeling how another is feeling. Whereas sympathy is the ‘belief’ analogue of this.

You could argue that Kevin was displaying empathy when he said sorry on behalf of all Australian. Wrong answer. He could only have sympathy when he apologised on behalf of all Australians.

And here’s why. Firstly, on this subject, empathy would be reserved for the victims. Secondly, empathy requires one-on-one interactions and Kevin hasn’t met all Australians. Thirdly, a good slab of Australians didn’t feel the need for an apology or a sorry. Fourthly, Kevin is so egocentric that he likely incapable of empathy.

Footnote: it’s just possible that the ‘sorry’ should come from the head of state rather than the PM since she supposedly represents us all, as well as the poms that did all the original damage. She could say sorry on her own behalf and apologize on everyone else’s.

Disappointment is an emotion that emanates from the id.

It’s an attempt by the id to get the ego to atone for failure.

The super ego will either agree or disagree, and the subject will either withdraw or go another round.

In an argument if one party points out that the other party is in the wrong then even if they are right, especially if they are right, they might have won the argument but lost any chance of resolution.

Your local GP is informed and not educated.

They are also fantastic dogs, in the Pavlovian sense.

They know that their income is directly related to short appointments and the random prescription of drugs.

Misdiagnoses simply increase their income due to repeat appointments.

Someone must have once suggested that if there are ten possible causes of a set of symptoms it might be more efficient to treat all of them in a linear fashion until one works. Or not.

Still, I generally bail them up and ask for their chain of deduction. Whereupon it all degrades into a pissing competition with no prize.

Looks like I was thirty years too early with the hipster look.

A science degree is an odd beast.

An undergraduate degree simply provides one with a lot of information but it does not make one a scientist.

For that a research degree is needed.

Even with a research degree there are many that can only call themselves scientist in a small silo of activity.

The better scientists can apply themselves in many fields.

Unlike undergraduate degrees, post graduate degrees aren’t graded. You either get one or you don’t.

They badly need grading.

This is me just before the war. I had just come back from traveling after my third year of Uni.

I had been talked into doing an honors year of research in my science degree and I was reading my very first academic paper as prep work.

I did not understand a single word of it. And yet I wasn’t worried in my usual ‘she’ll be right’ approach. I should have been.

Here’s a sample of my homework quiz from the TOIP course.

Now I have seen it all: plain clothes coppers on bicycles without helmets, making an arrest (the girl) just outside the projects.

Age shall weary them and the years shall condemn.

Rod at twenty and forty seven…

Time to think unimpeded: it’s so rare. No work. No phones. No anything.

I once spent a whole winter camping on a beach in Rhodes.

Together with these blokes we built a shack out of beach debris and scrounged a living.

A lot of time doing nothing but thinking and talking shit.

Just recently I have had a spate of weird coincidences.

I write, say or think something and then I have been seeing or hearing the same.

Just then I wrote ‘Tuscon’ and the guy next to me in the cafe started taking about buying a house there.

One of these I can handle but about 5 in a month is weird.

This is me with a senior CIA operative in a small pub in the middle of Death Valley.

They were doing something dodgy out there. Lots of trucks and satellite dishes etc.

We, me and my brother, just wandered in.

I have had good luck with this mob. I have partied with them in Tucson and San Jose as well. No photos those times.

In the US I tend to attract spy agencies and trust funders. Go figure.

During my student days I had a bad habit of painting the walls of the terrace houses that I variably lived in.

It meant I had to skip out before there was a general exodus and the return of the bond became an issue.

Ah the herald again…

Let me point out the ways:

1. Nothing astounding about 12%. it will drop a lot more than that as China cools down and their efforts to get alternative supplies kick in
2. ‘Could’ isn’t ‘will’
3. By ‘budget’ they mean federal government tax income. The govt doesn’t pay tax so income and revenue mean the same thing to them. The ‘budget’ is what they intend to spend and is mostly unrelated to what they earn.
4. It’s possible that ‘experts said’ but they tend to lack that sort of harmony. Nuh, I reckon it was just one and it wasn’t an expert
5. ‘As much as’… that’s zero to $4b. A bit of wriggle room there.
6. I am sure the $4b was pulled out of someone’s arse.

And that’s just the first sentence. And it took two of them to fuck it up so much.

I don’t why but I have always hated backgammon.

Apropos of fuck all, except that I am sitting here with a bowl of yoghurt, fresh walnuts and Cretan honey.

I once worked on Crete for a while, in a little village, loading fruit trucks from dawn through to lunch time.

We would drive little utes up into the mountains to get tomatoes, eggplants and cucumbers off the peasant farmers and then, back at the village, load them onto a semi-trailer heading off to Northern Europe.

After lunch I would wander off with the boys, older men mostly, to play cards (for money), drink ouzo and coffee.

By about dinner time we were all fucked.

Every night I was taken back to someone’s house or farm for dinner. I was the get-out-of-jail card for the boys! ‘Skippy’ was popular with the wives.

Then, on my motor scooter, I would zig zag back to my one room apartment by the sea.

My main legacy from this period is a passing knowledge of the Cretan version of the Greek language and an addiction for Cretan honey and baklava. Nothing else comes close.

Yeah baby, as I said before the Hypocrisy Index is correlated strongly to GDP per capita and even more strongly to the spread in wealth within a country.

In poor countries you have straight-out illegal corruption. In rich countries you have legalised corruption, aka hypocrisy.

For example, in Australia we have two major supermarket chains, two political parties and four banks and a number of other segments with limited numbers of key players. We have allowed sole import distributors to gouge us for decades. And why?

Because we have legalised corruption. The entrenched players simply garner influence through a zillion means (lobbying, brown paper bags, legislation, marketing, etc) and get our legislators to create barriers to competition on the basis of all sorts of hypocrisy.

For example, health and safety concerns, environmental concerns, Australian standards, Australian jobs, straight out marketing bullshit via tabloid media, you name it. And we certainly don’t have anti-trust in our constitution…the only thing we trust in is hope, luck, kangaroos, emus and the Queen, maybe God and the odd trout.

Transparency is very opaque and hypocrisy reigns. No wonder the poor buggers on the boats think this is an asylum.

[Scene] my gym.

This girl spent five minutes weighing herself.

One foot. Two feet. Jump. Repeat.

No matter what she did it came back the same. 72kg.

As they say, a good sign of madness in a person is that they keep asking the same question hoping for a different answer.

One doesn’t control one’s emotions, one controls one’s reaction to them.

Do they rule you or do you rule them?

It is a mistake to believe that someone in control of their reactions to their own emotions doesn’t feel the emotions as strongly as those without said control.

What they don’t feel is all the secondary emotions such as shame, fear, anxiety etc.

I have noticed that there is a correlation between a harmonic belief in God and cellulite in young women.

Cause & effect, non-causal correlation or sheer coincidence?

Personally I think it is a shit diet of junk food, a certain lack of rigorous thinking, an inability to control their diet, a lack of exercise, a Gen Y’ish lack of shame, and an environment where blokes don’t get much so they can’t get too picky.

Basically the girls aren’t at an evolutionary disadvantage so long as they are all the same and the blokes don’t leave the cult.

And who said God doesn’t have a sense of humour?

It is a mistake to confuse empathy for love.

Easy to do because they are both emotions originating in the id.

One is a feeling of what the other person feels, instinctively. The purpose is to provide society with healers.

The other is instinctively feeling good because of the presence of the other. The purpose is to reproduce.

See that’s different!

Empathy requires a belief in the status quo in order to get the required intuitive reaction to negative change. Empathetic people do not like change.

It appears that I have a working model for the brain. It’s probably all wrong but I like it. In any case all other models don’t seem to have much efficacy whereas mine does, for me.

My guess is that:

1. Layers of hypotheses don’t sit well with complex systems.

2. It’s difficult for a PC or a brain to understand how it (itself) works in a cognizant manner. We might be breaking the laws of thermodynamics here, or up against Schrödinger’s pussy again, or similar (in Hertz speak).

3. The complex physical structure of the brain might be leading the researchers astray. Besides the academics all have brain damage, the poor little dears; it’s called Silo Thinking Syndrome. They are all practised at one thing and unaware that they are useless at anything else. Unravelling the brain is a job for polymaths….who?

4. Who gives a shit anyway?

Query…after writing this blog for a almost a year have my thoughts become linear?

Not really, but I have developed a much more rigorous linear co-processor that turns my abstract thoughts into linear equivalents for the purposes of written translation.

And this in turn has enabled two unexpected outcomes:

1. I see new ‘solutions’ that I would not have otherwise seen. Linear ones. Directly.

2. I am able to communicate my position in ‘real time’. This because only the linear position seems to be understood. This has helped me not be the helpless abstract victim of the quagmire of brains not thus. That is, I win a lot more arguments and I assert my position more readily.

Cafe incident…

“Can I steal this chair?”

Only in a former penal colony would this be considered normal.

Mum asked me if I am worried about flying into China next week.

What?

In the context of some plane going missing etc etc.

Well, I say, my odds have just improved. No probs.

Wide boy is a British term for a man who lives by his wits, wheeling and dealing.

So, when being associated with a certain Rake I get this; “He is a Sydney wideboy. Loves his league, women and pretends a type of amorality when what he really hates is ‘can’t’ (as in a dislike of hypocrisy and dogma). There are some similarities.”

As much as I have, in the past, hated hypocrisy (except my own of course) I have learned to live with it, almost contentedly. This is important since it appears to be the de facto currency of the new millennia.

Bugger the Big Mac index; bring on the Hypocrisy Index. Hypocrisy is correlated strongly to GDP per capita and even more strongly to the gap in GDP per capita within a country.

It’s almost as if human nature automatically turns to hypocrisy as the motivating force to unequally divide up the spoils of unnecessary wealth.

And getting in the way of human nature is almost as dangerous as getting between an academic and a research dollar.

Anxiety is an emotion originating in the id. It’s a normal emotion designed to get one aware of impending danger.

Impending danger is sensory input that is funnelled by the ego into the id.

The id then processes the inputs and immediately sends the alert back to the id via the emotion of anxiety. Red alert.

Now occasionally for some people the id fucks up and keeps a person in a constant anxious state for minimal input.

This is where the super-ego steps in and tries to wade in with alternative beliefs (i.e. its all OK). The super-ego tries to wrest control of the ego from the id.

These beliefs can be constructed solely within a person’s mind, or learnt through external input, e.g. therapy.

The role of the beliefs is to help the ego either actively over-ride the id on an ongoing basis or, even better still, re-program the relevant part of the id.

For some poor souls the id doesn’t just control the ego, it even gets to control the super-ego. In these cases the beliefs are aligned with the emotions of anxiety and it is doubly harder to cure the person of their anxiety.

The super-ego may try to discredit the id during sleep time by producing such stupidly anxious dreams that the ego finally starts to doubt the flight or fight messages it is getting form the id.

I suspect that the cause of ‘errors’ in the id that lead to, say, anxiety are just that, digital bits that have been scrambled accidentally. For example, by a period of extended non-sleep where the nightly data re-fresh of the memory just did not occur; you might think this is most likely to happen in a period of genuine anxiety and hence why anxiety is a common problem. These errors can even be passed on to subsequent generations.

Knowing this, what is the best solution…?

1. Dream therapy might be a good one where we give people hallucinogenics while they sleep to maximise the probability of the id being discredited by the ego as the super-ego makes up even weirder dreams.

2. ‘Anxiety’ therapy might also be a good approach. This could be constant simulation of very frightening circumstances in say an Imax theatre, followed by no harmful physical impact. Again the idea is to discredit the messages coming from the id in the eyes of the ego.

But both of these rely on ‘beliefs’ trumping ’emotions’ in the ego. But how to re-program the id so the shitty emotions, the errors in the great flowchart, are removed?

I can’t answer this for now since I need to ponder how the ego sometimes gets to re-program errors in the id. Noting it can also re-program errors in the super-ego, or beliefs, as well.

Lola has decided that the best ‘product’ to sell, in the interests of a sales and marketing campaign for the acquisition of holes in her ears, is the very model of the very old fashioned model child.

An alien has inhabited my daughter. Cleaning, cooking, gardening, no whining, requests for more jobs, and always pleasant. This for three hours now.

She tells me she is going to keep it up until she gets her ears pierced. She isn’t quite there yet…. even after watching Groundhog Day last night.

But to be honest this model child is driving me crazy.

My next most likely car project is as below…

My ideal car, and I may get around to this, is a Citroen Traction Avant.

But with the engine and drivetrain replaced with modern bits and the addition of power steering and airco.

I find that people who have troubles apologising also have troubles accepting the apologies of others.

Quite appropriate that the Google android onboard dictionary doesn’t recognize ‘spoilt’.

No probs with ‘WTF’ though.

Careful what you wish for…. episode 3 of the sales campaign for earrings.

Lola asked me for the thousandth time if she can have earrings.

My ‘no’ was followed by the usual pointless negotiations.

I suggested that she stop negotiating and start developing the product first.

Then I said she needs to come up with a sales and marketing strategy that involved getting other adults to work on me

She is onto it.

The best way to teach kids is when it matters to them. The antithesis of school.

My mate, who does mixed martial arts at the place next to my weights gym, just accused me of having ‘play’ muscles.

I counter claimed that he therefore must have a ‘real’ gut.

1-0 to the goodies.

I just sold my M5.

What’s the point of having a car that can do 300 km/h when 50 km/h is vmax on a good day?

Sydney on a Saturday…. you’d have to be lobotomized to drive around here, happily

“I like that red Ferrari”

“That’s a Porsche”

“Whatever. All cars without rooves look the same”

Not my daughter.

I just spent four minutes watching eggs boil.

To avoid the boredom I penned this entry.

Where possible, our precious time on this earth needs to be well considered.

I just saw my old boss from my first startup driving a big black, new and shiny, Bentley.

Half a million bucks worth.

This from the man who once told me that ‘money is just a badge of honor’.

I guess you can only wear so many badges.

My golden rule of negotiating is to only negotiate with the person that has the authority to execute the agreed contract.

I tell all puffed-up proxies to fuck off. Nicely or otherwise.

Advice to women trying to catch a bloke.

We men are incredibly (double that) astute bird watchers.

We can spot a woman that exercises, and one that doesn’t, at 100 paces at sunset with a bag over our heads.

There is a bias against shacking up with the type that doesn’t exercise, even in their teens, because we know what’s coming.

I am not sure how big or prevalent the bias is, but it does exist.

And before the sky rains down on my head, yes I know there are double standards at play here.

I am not condoning this, just observing.
Or just saying, as they say now.

Advice to men when it comes to wooing women.

Negotiation follows sales which follows marketing which follows product development.

A bloke has to have all these skills.

Oh, he also needs operations! Expectations must be met to avoid claims of false advertising.

Only in Australia can we expense our way to prosperity.

Everywhere else, they require investment.

We can defy gravity. Aren’t we great?

The herald again. There’s this odd habit of the fading north shore (and whatever the Melbourne equivalent is) white-bread petit bourgeoise.

When their elders die they clamor to get obituaries into the herald. No matter how obscure the dead folk.

I don’t know whether they, the living, pay for these adverturies or the income is simply amortised over accumulated subscription fees.

They are clearly not for our edification. A root cause analysis would suggest the motivation is an of mix of self-validation and self-esteem for the living.

The opinions of others…. yet again.

There’s not much point trying to deconstruct reality until we deconstruct the brain.

This because the organ we use to do the deconstruction may lead us astray.

Think of this as the same problem as an experiment where the method of observation actually modifies the result.

So. Brain first. Then we move onto reality.

My guess is that our brain is digital but not binary.

It’s probably based on ten states per operating unit or memory unit because we like that number so much.

For example, we choose ten as the  repeat unit, where we stick the zero onto the first number (one). There is no a priori reason why the repeat unit couldn’t have been after eight or eleven counts.

A Russian advertorial in the Sydney Morning Herald. I don’t understand.

And why would they lead with the Ukraine?

I really shouldn’t read the papers.

Our supposedly more intelligent micro broadsheet doesn’t bother labeling the x axis.

Even if not one of my hypotheses of the brain is correct, this is how I would construct artificial intelligence. It’s just so obvious.

Hypothesis on sleep…

I suspect that the thousands of gigs of RAM that make up the id’s flowchart are actually volatile memory.

That is, they need power (they aren’t  there after we die) and they have to be fully refreshed every night to prevent ‘errors’ building up.

Without the nightly refresh, after a few nights, we are screwed because we can’t even make simple instinctive decisions (e.g. lift that leg, pump that heart, etc).

Sleep…. Nightly refresh of volatile memory. All others processes of the id have to be shutdown while this if going on, hence sleep.

The super ego, however, plows ahead with its scenario making and efforts to discredit the id via dreams.

According to wiki the human brain has about 2500 Gigabytes of memory.

They are probably out by a factor of 100 -1000.

That’s a lot of memory but we have stuff stored in there from the start of life in this planet.

Our memory is full and the brain probably can’t increase in capacity at a rate commensurate with the ever growing complexity of our world.

Which I guess is what started the development of the super ego, to compensate.

Even so we still selectively replace memories in the flowchart of the id with new and more useful ones.

All my life ‘labile’ has meant a weak chemical bond.

Now the pop psychologists in my life use it to mean ‘prone to anger’.

Clearly my grip on the meaning of labile has been quite labile.

I have resigned myself to the fact that my Infinity seat isn’t going to turn up.

I think I will call Kickstarter the micro-loss site.

Dreams are an attempt by the super ego to discredit the id in the eyes of the ego.

Basically the super ego and id are in competition for the same action; control of the host.

Which is to say the smart thing is to ignore your dreams. They aren’t a secret message of truth, just the opposite.

Buy it was worth noting just how deceitful your super ego is.

In two hundred years time it is predicted that there won’t be any abalones left in the oceans because of increasing sea water acidification resulting from anthropogenic carbon dioxide build-up in the atmosphere.

The pen is mightier than the sword.

The keyboard is mightier than the gun.

The touchscreen is mightier than the drone.

Siri is greater than the ICBM.

Well not really.

Two parts Eros, one part Isos, no parts Hadeos.

Freud reckons that the two primary emotions (his idea) that the id uses to motivate our bodies (my idea), via the ego, are Eros and Hadeos. Love and hate.

Freud says all other emotions are built on these. Probably in the same way that all colors are built on the primaries. I guess the intensity of the emotions is just contrast; black and white.

Antidepressants generally suppress both Eros and Hadeos which is a pretty useless outcome.

The developed super-ego attempts to suppress the influence of Hadeos without losing Eros.

That’s bloody hard. Which is why it is taking millennia of evolution to achieve.

I have a suspicion that there might be one more primary emotion. This would better explain the huge color range of emotions and nature does tend to replicate itself in these sort of patterns. It’s probably “live” – the desire or will of the individual to not die and continue living.

The best name I can come up with for this emotion is Isos, after Isis.

If I cycle though all the emotions in my head I can easily construct them from Eros, Hadeos and Isos.

In this, it is important to recall that emotions aren’t “real”. They are just one way that the id controls the physical – the other being direct instinctive action. Emotions are a means to an end; part of continuous process improvement in evolution.

I just got a parking ticket from the world’s best looking parking police person.

I attempted to chat myself out of the already written ticket. Unsuccessfully of course.

Even so, I wasn’t the slight bit pissed off.

Double standards. I blame Eros.

The trick to ending war is not to attempt to remove the Hadeotic impulses (which is hard) but to fight war by proxy.

We are already doing this with drones and other automated technologies.

Ultimately, however, we can simulate war in computers. Well, we can already since it’s the favorite pastime of most computer nerds.

The trick is to get sovereign enemies to submit to the outcomes of the computer simulations. We can’t have the losing party spitting the dummy and  launching a nuke in spite.

One way we can get this to work is to get all human life into the simulation. Bring on the Matrix.

The other is to keep developing and in a thousand or two generations we might have developed the ego and super ego to such an extent that the Hadeotic impulses of the id are sufficiently suppressed.

But we have to survive that long without terminal war, of course.

Four

I am sort of forced to ‘intellectualize’ the mind-brain conundrum.

What alternatives are there?

The id is a mechanical donkey and there is no relief coming from that quarter. Only a very, very small fraction of people live totally intuitive and happy lives… and they probably have no idea how lucky they are.

The monks try and shut down the ego by reducing both the incoming signals and the outgoing actions. This makes me think of certain babies and their bathwaters.

No, I am left with the super ego that can do the thinking and then I will let the ego decide what to do with the subsequent beliefs. A little tension with the id (and it’s suggested actions and feelings) along the way is a good thing.

Today’s case study is anger.

The shambles that is yesterday’s hypothesis would suggest that anger, an emotion, is an attempt by the id to control the host body.

Some sensory input has gone into the ego and then been routed directly to the id for instant processing.

The dalek has responded with an ‘exterminate’. It has detected a threat and wants it removed, one way or the other.

However the ego also sent a supplementary signal to the super ego to do a bit of complex modeling on the side. It has come back with a likely scenario which suggests future sadness if the anger is not attenuated by the ego on the way out of the body.

Instincts versus beliefs. Actions and emotions.

General grinding of cogs… over heating…a bit of steam… ego pops a valve…host body decides to simply shut down all systems via the influence of alcohol and deal with this tomorrow.

I can’t help but think that, in the modern day, little of this has anything to do with survival. Are we doomed to play out the ghosts of evolutionary processes past?

The more I understand, the more my beliefs can moderate the ego. However my real interest is in doing a little surgery on the id.

Psychological issues must usually reside in the ego, the referee that decides how to process the incoming info. Either intuitively in the id or with delayed thinking in the super ego.

If the ego is wobbly then so will be your life because you will process stuff in the wrong part of your brain and that will mess up your actions, your beliefs and your feelings

As parents we need to pass onto our kids the training on how to use the ego well. To do this we have to be aware of our shortcomings in this regard which will help us bypass the generational replication of issues.

The mystery is how to identify and solve the problems with our ego using the same organ that it’s housed in?

No wonder it’s hard.

It makes me think that an automatic approach that relies on external response to stimuli (from our actions, feelings and briefs) might be a better way to iron out the bugs in the ego.

I suppose a therapist is a dodgy version of this.

Arrogance is a mask for insecurity.

In the bigger picture, I am fairly sure that my brain is not that good. I expect it’s big frog in a small skull.

It doesn’t worry me too much. I will happily try and solve my own mysteries in my own way.

I am not here for the amusement of people that I don’t know.