Computer in My Brain

Wondering a computing with a brain power, is it possible? Personal thought, I don't think we are ready as a society for implants, because of the possibility of control by others. When we have been able to eliminate big brother, now rampant, then maybe... the possibilities are absolutely endless. If control is not central to the issue, then you don't need implants. Once you create an interface to the human nervous system, then you can eliminate things like tiredness or laziness, and get rid of fat... you can put people to work.. and that makes for excellent slaves. remember the basic idea of the matrix. addon portable computer power is available now.... you can buy memory for under a dollar a gigabyte now. applications are endless.. but to control people physically... its an application that is the dream of the evil empire... (yeah.. Darth Vader!!!)

There is no technology with more potential, especially if you add in quantum computing, but also there is no technology inherently more dangerous, and more capable of making human slaves.

BUT in the opposite mindset, did you actually read what I wrote? Too much negativity has already held the human race back WAY to far! People are going to die!!! Ethics like that has been killing the human race for ever! Don't you find that a little ridiculous in this day and age, especially with the knowledge and technology we have at our finger tips. Dead is a little final. Enhancing my life with a chip or two.... what the heck, BRING IT ON, I'll have a dozen thanks. I would love to live to 200, 2000. Couldn't care less if it takes a chip or two. Rather that, than feed a worm!

There is a whole big universe out there waiting for me to explore, chip me if it gets me out there. Most people do question mortality (or rather immortality), in their last seconds. Me, chip away dude, I'll love it.

Somehow, there is a difference between chipping and tagging, and of course - everything should be monitored, but nothing should be held back because of pure negativety disguised as "ethical issues". You don't like it, great, don't use it. I want to see my kids grow up, their kids grow up and their kids too, if it is at all possible. And I do want the same for them. If I could be downloaded on to a chip until a new body/blank is created for me, I would be the happiest little "living" being in the universe, believe me.

Less killing, more living!

By the way, 6 - 7 billion people on this planet. Not very many when you take populating and looking after our little solar system into account. We also die to damn fast which doesn't bode well for exploring our own tiny little galaxy! We as the human race need all the help we can get, and these researchers and scientists are right on the money.

As I said, "Bring It On"!

Day Dream...

Suddenly, I have a dreamed of seeing my face printed in the pages of “Bicycling” magazine. This time, though, I’m confident I will finally have a dream bike. An issue of “Bicycling” without a bike shootout is like an issue of “Playboy” without a centerfold (hehehe...kidding). So I’ve taken it upon myself to review some of information of the hottest 2009 road bikes out there.

Bottom Line --
Buy It If: You want the best bike in the entire world... and RIDE IT!!
Don’t Buy It If: You’re an idiot!

Confusion in My Life

In my head... What is it about life that makes it so real to us? Why are we so sure it's not an illusion? What if we are all actors in a movie and the sets around us change according to the script? Who is writing the script? What if the script writer goes on strike? What happens next? Does life as we know it, STOP?

Somehow, what if we are the script writer, and we decide what happens in our lives? What if we are also the producer and the director, and we decide on the sets, and the direction we want the script to take? What happens if we are only an actor, and someone else is the producer and the director? All we can do is follow the script and listen to the Director. How does all this impact how our life is played out?

What if the same is happening with life? Where do we find the "extras" to life? Do we need a secret password to unlock them? Have they always been there but we've been ignoring them? Maybe the "technology" wasn't there for us to have access to them before? Maybe we weren't ready to have access to them?

Questions? Questions? Questions?

I WANT ANSWERS!

Gadget Freak: Blackberry Gemini

Whole world knows that I’m addicted to new gadget - new Blackberry Gemini. Blackberry, most people like it, although some are less inclined to admit it. currently, I use my Blackberry so much, that sometimes my computer goes untouched for days. This is because I can essentially do everything I needed my computer to do from my Blackberry... I can browse, read and send emails, check cinema site, etc. etc. As a matter of fact, it had been so long since I last actually used my computer that I didn’t even know that I had some virus action on it from some torrent I must of downloaded way back when. Ops!

So to find out just *exactly* how much I used my Blackberry, I downloaded an app from Early Sail called “I Love Blackberry” It’s available for an OTA install here: http://download.earlysail.com/i_love_blackberry/ It runs in the background and tracks how much you use your Blackberry. I ran it for exactly 7 days to see what happened. Here’s the results:

Daily Average
Total: 72 Times for 2h 44m 8sWork Hours: 34 Times for 52m 0sNights and Weekends: 38 Times for 1h 52m 8s

Weekly Average
Total: 246 Times for 8h 4m 17sWork Hours: 170 Times for 4h 20m 2sNights and Weekends: 76 Times for 3h 44m 15s

This should be rock-solid proof that I’m addicted, and should sober me up a bit. I remember telling someone that “Now, I can’t live without my Blackberry because of emails,” in which he responded that “that is sad.” I agreed with him, but that exchange still didn’t make me change my habits. This is for a multitude of reasons. For one, as mentioned above, my Blackberry *is my damn computer*. I use it in place of everything on do on my desktop computer. And this is of importance, since everything I do–from managing daily routines, to reading news, and to communicating with friends and family–is accomplished on the computer. Next, there’s the simple fact that a Blackberry is still a damn cell phone.

Finally, blackberry is a toy. Once you have it, you’re going to use it, just like anything else fun and dynamic. Again, blackberry can be anything you want it to be. Just a phone? Done. Phone and email machine? Done. Super ultra mega social networking machine? Done. Your life on the go? ya ya done.

While I’m not going to wear my blackberry usage as a badge of honor (although this post would seem to indicate that I’m doing just that), I’m not going to deny that I’m a new addicted user. And I’m OK with that. That only further validates me shameless usage. So yeah, I’m a geekberry addict. As if I didn’t already know that.

Yuck!

Am I going to get shouted down for this one, no they do! Dont be so silly, mines not like that.
Well its all about mens toilets most times I notice men don't often wash their hands or if they do its a quick tikle under the tap.

On Sunday I was in "M" hospital and in a cubical, the man in the next cubical was having a massive expolsion it sounded bad, anyway he sounded like he used seven rolls of papper came out picked his nose and left with out washing his hands at all, yuck! They spit chewing gum in the urinals its horrible, so so many dont wash hands one was even standing letting go, whilst eating a sandwich, then changed hands yuck!

Wish they could put big signs up saying now WASH those hands!

My Pain And I Don't Knowing It

Again, I stumbled upon these quotes, is the pain readily apparent? I hope the authors never attempted to kill themselves after exposing their obvious tendencies toward masochism. The intensity of pain exhibited by words has never caught my attention until these:

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.” (From Paolo Coelho!, the book from which this quote was taken from made me decide to stop reading Coelho for a time, too dragging!)

“Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, pain of love lasts a lifetime.” (My simple comment, is it really love?? Or rejection that pains you the most?)

“Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond the pain.” (My simple comment, how do you feel you are beyond the pain? pain reliever overload? or decide to meditate the pain away? I don’t know which of the two works... looking the answer from myself)

Next Question: Truth...

37 Years in Reality

I know...My birthday transpired without much fanfare. Around 20 people greeted me through sms and some calls. At that time, I was at my girlfriend's home, hadn't slept a wink the night before.

Several years ago, I fancy dreaming of myself to be a highly successful individual by the time I'll reach 35. I will already be a top class executive, will have my own fancy car, white house with picket fence and a tiled, colored roof, starting a family perhaps with a stable career to boot. At 37, none of that has been realized. I couldn't even afford my dream Apple that I have been eyeing for months. Mundane realities occupy most of my waking time -- the need to work for a measly sum to earn a decent living. Life hasn't offer absolutes for me. I am just dancing with the rhythm of life's offerings that come my way. there are a lot of frustrations, of not being able to measure up to anyone's ideals, including my own... my own denial!

At 37, I have been through many episodes, left by people whom I thought will spend the rest of their lives with me in fantasy world, found frustrations over not getting the job that I want. Then there are plus points too, I found someone that I believed she is my missing part. I learned how to bolt out of a failed relationship. I found myself in a rat race, not really understanding what I am competing for and with whom. A reciprocated passionate love also came my way, which I could only hope will forever stay. Somehow, my mum constantly tells me that I am just doing good with whatever it is that I have right now. But I am racing against time, my step sister, included. My step sister assures me that nothing is wrong with me. but then again, how can other people say such a thing? Must I believe that I am fine? or must I believe anything at all?