I’m an Asshole

Folks, I’d like to sing a song about the American dream.
About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area, maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys, maybe even in the colon. We don’t know…

I’m just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I’m your average white suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I’ve got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job, my kids and my car.
My feet on my table and a Cuban cigar.

But sometimes that just ain’t enough to keep a man like me interested (oh no) no way (uh-uh). No, I’ve gotta go out and have fun at someone else’s expense.
(oh yeah) yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.

I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
While people behind me are going insane.
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summertime saying “How about this heat?”
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s the world’s biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s a real fucking asshole)

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Total Irritation Vortex

Man oh man, I had one insane day.

It started something like this:

I over slept, late for my first meeting. On the way to the first meeting, I tried my best to rush. Unfortunately for my brand new shirt, Karma had a surprise in store for me.

On the way to the meeting, at the client, I squeeze past one of the cleaners. My shirt gets stuck on the ol’ wire that’s hanging there and all the buttons got ripped off. I exhale slowly, count to twenty and try my best to stay calm.

I walk over to the MD’s secretary and ask for her stapler. I staple my shirt and proceed to the meeting.

Meeting done, still a bit agitated I get into my car. On the way to the client, I stopped at a fuel station and bought a coke, a snickers and a packet of Tac biscuits. I haven’t had Tac biscuits for a while so I start crushing the packet. I prefer to crush the contents of the packet and then tear open a small hole where I then “eat and enjoy”. Once again, Karma had a different set-up configured.

I crush the packet, tear the edge and everything spills out into my lap. The son of a starbeast packet that I tore was the exact same spot where you tear to open up the side of the packet. I, unfortunately, didn’t know this. I exhale really slowly and count to 40.

I get out of the car, brush all the crumbs(and my breakfast) off my lap and get back into the car.

I get to the next client, the UPS guys are installing a new 8kva UPS for the client. They connect the UPS wrong and blow the DB. Don’t ask me how, I don’t care but they fucked it up. The electrician comes out, fixed the DB and the UPS guys get a new UPS. The new server installation is moved to next week. Great, just what I wanted.

I enter the Total Irritation Vortex.

I get in the car and leave. I go home, I do not go to jail, I do not collect $200. I feel like killing Mr Custard in the Billiard Room with the Candle Stick.

 

Am I a blogger?

I was approached a couple of weeks back by a friend who asked me why I don’t blog any more. The lady was quite upset. This irritated me so I’m going to explain this once and for all to all of you fuckers. In case you were wondering, the people sending me emails complaining about the content on the site, this applies to you too.

I do not blog. I do not call myself a blogger. A blogger is someone who actually blogs. I would go as far as saying that a blogger contributes something valuable via their blog to the/a community. A blogger is someone who blogs REGULARLY. This means that you cannot be a blogger if you, like me, add content when you feel like it. A blogger cares about your input. A blogger takes facts or fiction, adding a little of their own unique twist to it and then presenting it in digital form.

This is not what I do. I do not blog. I do not care what your views are. I do not post regularly. I take my thoughts and put it into a digital form. My thoughts are mostly uneducated guesses bathed in wild speculation sautéed in a thick, weed soup. If my posts are offensive to you, your race, your religion or your mother, you are more than welcome to close the page and fume as much as you want. Stop sending me your complaint emails. As much as I appreciate the fact that you’re reading my thoughts, I honestly do not care what your thoughts/views/dreams are.

So, in short; shut the fuck up, dickwads.

How to shoot yourself in the foot… In code.

On the off chance you haven’t seen this before:
C
You shoot yourself in the foot.

C++
You accidentally create a dozen clones of yourself and shoot them all in the foot. Providing emergency medical assistance is impossible since you can’t tell which are bitwise copies and which are just pointing at others and saying, “That’s me,
over there.”

JAVA
After importing java.awt.right.foot.* and java.awt.gun.right.hand.*, and writing the classes and methods of those classes needed, you’ve forgotten what the hell you’re doing.

Ruby
Your foot is ready to be shot in roughly five minutes, but you just can’t find anywhere to shoot it.

PHP
You shoot yourself in the foot with a gun made with pieces from 300 other guns.

ASP.NET

Find a gun, it falls apart. Put it back together, it falls apart again. You try using the .GUN Framework, it falls apart. You stab yourself in the foot instead.

SQL
SELECT @ammo:=bullet FROM gun WHERE trigger = ‘PULLED’;
INSERT INTO leg (foot) VALUES (@ammo);

Perl
You shoot yourself in the foot, but nobody can understand how you did it. Six months  later, neither can you. (via Andy)

Javascript
You’ve perfected a robust, rich user experience for shooting yourself in the foot. You then find that bullets are disabled on your gun.

CSS
You shoot your right foot with one hand, then switch hands to shoot your left foot but you realize that the gun has turned into a banana.

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Creating Our Own Universe

Ultimately, I believe the very existence of a single equation that can describe the entire universe in an orderly, harmonious fashion implies a design of some sort. However, I do not believe that this design gives personal meaning to humanity. No matter how dazzling or elegant the final formulation of physics may be, it will not uplift the spirits of billions and give them emotional fulfilment. No magic formula coming from cosmology physics will enthral the masses and enrich their spiritual lives.

For me, the real meaning in life is that we create our own meaning. It is our destiny to carve out our own future, rather than have it handed down from some higher authority. Einstein once confessed that he was powerless to give comfort to the hundreds of well-meaning individuals who wrote stacks of letters pleading with him to reveal the meaning of life. As Alan Guth has said, “It’s ok to ask those questions, but one should not expect to get a wiser answer from a physicist. My own emotional feeling is that life has a purpose — ultimately, I’d guess that the purpose it has is the purpose that we’ve given it and not a purpose that came out of any cosmic design.”

I believe that Sigmund Freud, with all his speculations about the dark side of the unconscious mind, came closest to the truth when he said that what gives stability and meaning to our minds is work and love. Work helps to give us a sense of responsibility and purpose, a concrete focus to our labours and dreams. Work not only gives discipline and structure to our lives, it also provides us with a sense of pride, accomplishment, and a framework for fulfilment. And love is an essential ingredient that puts us within the fabric of society. Without love, we are lost, empty without roots. We become drifters in our own land, unattached to the concerns of others.

Beyond work and love, I would add two other ingredients that give meaning to life. First, to fulfil whatever talents we are born with. However blessed we are by fate with different abilities and strengths; we should try to develop them to the fullest, rather than allow them to atrophy and decay. We all know individuals who did not fulfil the promise they showed in childhood. Many of them became haunted by the image of what they might have become. Instead of blaming fate, I think we should accept ourselves as we are and try to fulfil whatever dreams are within our capability.

Second, we should try to leave the world a better place than when we entered it. As individuals, we can make a difference, whether it is to probe the secrets of Nature, to clean up the environment and work for peace and social justice, or to nurture the inquisitive, vibrant spirit of the young by being a mentor and a guide.

My blunt is done, which means I should get back to work. Later.

Copernican Principle VS. Antrhopic Principle

Clearly, in the transition from the mysticism of the Middle Ages to the quantum physics of today, our role, our place in the universe, has shifted dramatically with each scientific revolution. Our world has been expanding exponentially, forcing us to change our conception of ourselves. When I view this historic progression, I am sometimes overwhelmed by two contradictory emotions, as I gaze upon the seemingly limitless number of stars in the celestial firmament or dwarfed by the immensity of the universe. When contemplating the vast, empty expanse of the universe, Blaise Pascal once wrote, “The eternal silence of those infinite spaces strikes me with terror.” On the other hand, I cannot help but be mesmerized by the splendid diversity of life and the exquisite complexity of our biological existence.
Today, when approaching the question of scientifically ascertaining our role in the universe, there are in some sense two extreme philosophical points of view represented in the physics community:

The Copernican principle and The Anthropic principle.

The Copernican principle states that there is nothing special about our place in the universe. (Some wags have dubbed this the mediocrity principle.) So far, every astronomical discovery seems to vindicate this point of view. Not only did Copernicus banish Earth from the center of the universe, Hubble displaced the entire Milky Way galaxy from the center of the universe, giving us instead an expanding universe of billions of galaxies. The recent discovery of dark matter and dark energy underscores the fact that the higher chemical elements that make up our bodies comprise only 0.03% of the total matter/energy content of the universe. With the inflation theory, we must contemplate the fact that the visible universe is like a grain of sand embedded in a much larger, flat universe, and that this universe itself may be constantly sprouting new universes. And finally, if M-theory proves successful, we must face the possibility that even the familiar dimensionality of space and time must be expanded to eleven dimensions. Not only have we been banished from the center of the universe, we may find that even the visible universe is but a tiny fraction of a much larger multiverse.

Faced with the enormity of this realization, one is reminded of the poem by Stephen Crane who once wrote;

A man said to the universe:

“Sir, I exist!”

“However,” replied the universe,

“The fact has not created in me

A sense of obligation.”

One is reminded of Douglas Adams‘s science fiction spoof, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, in which there is a device called the Total Perspective Vortex, which is guaranteed to transform any sane person into a raving lunatic. Inside the chamber is a map of the entire universe with a tiny arrow reading, “You are here.”

But at the other extreme, we have the anthropic principle, which makes us realize that a miraculous set of “accidents” makes consciousness possible in this three-dimensional universe of ours. There is a ridiculously narrow band of parameters that make intelligent life a reality, and we happen to thrive in this band. The stability of the proton, the size of the stars, the existence of higher elements, and so on, all seem to be finely tuned to allow for complex forms of life and consciousness. One can debate whether this fortuitous circumstance is one of design or accident, but no one can dispute the intricate tuning necessary to make us possible.

Stephen Hawking remarks, “If the rate of expansion one second after the big bang had been smaller by even one part in a hundred thousand million, [the universe] would have recollapsed before it reached its present size. . . The odds against a universe like ours emerging out of something like the big bang are enormous. I think there are clearly religious implications.”

We often fail to appreciate how precious life and consciousness really are. We forget that something as simple as liquid water is one of the most precious substances in the universe, that only Earth (and perhaps Europa, a moon of Jupiter) has liquid water in any quantity in the solar system, perhaps even in this sector of the galaxy. It is also likely that the human brain is the most complex object nature has created in the solar system, perhaps the nearest star. When we view the vivid pictures of the lifeless terrain of Mars or Venus, we are struck by the fact that those surfaces are totally barren of cities and lights or even complex organic chemicals of life. Countless worlds exist in deep space devoid of life, much less of intelligence. It should make us appreciate how delicate life is, and what a miracle it is that it flourishes on Earth.

The Copernican principle and the anthropic principle are in some sense opposite perspectives which bracket the extremes of our existence and help us understand our true role in the universe. While the Copernican principle forces us to confront the sheer enormity of the universe, and perhaps the multiverse, the anthropic principle forces us to realize how rare life and consciousness really are.

But ultimately, the debate between the Copernican principle and the anthropic principle cannot determine our rules in the universe unless we view this question from an ever larger perspective, from the point of view of the quantum theory.

Fuck man, I finished my blunt. Well, the rest is up to you. Stoner waffle or does it make sense?

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