I think Wired do an enthusiastic yet unaspirational job of technology reporting. Unexpectedly, the last four weeks in a row , I've been blown away by The New Scientist's front cover stories telling a different narrative that is more faithful to the true scientist which is one of humility. How much we don't know, what science can't tell us, what we are unlikely to ever discover and this weeks story on the multiverse which I think is one of the few times we can use the word profound without risk of hyperbole.
Many people are overwhelmed by ideas of an infinite number of universes, and prefer not to think about science's claim of, for example, the existence of another universe where one is a double hand amputee victim, and thus unable to search the internet using a traditional mouse as you are now invariably doing.
The idea of this specific timeline uncoiling among an infinite number of potential and actual timelines is only cosmically coherent if the notion of free will and decision making is the precursor to a timeline branching off into another electromagnetic or holographic universe.
Put another way you're living in Grand Theft Auto Gaza-Strip and the video effects are very realistic.
You can thank the creator for that or if that's a problem, thank yourself by learning a little about Pandeism whereby we are co-creating reality in a momentarily disappearing collision of the past and the future, that we call the present.
I find it revolting to see Science's inability to pause and reflect, and do a little balancing of the books. A quick tally of the numbers of hungry, sick and impoverished people on the planet over the course of the scientific century tells me the Higgs boson will be understood more quickly than how to feed people.
That's a shit stain on 20th century materialist science's pretension of progress, and no better dramatised by people who think discussing their latest oblong of I ME MINE Appleness is any more interesting to me than being collared by a watch lover and given a lecture as to it's features and benefits. I just don't care about your tech. It's an illusion that will only hit home when the penny drops that technology can't be eaten but rice can. Taking an interest in where suffering can be alleviated is human. Not gazing into a screen of distraction.
Recently I've started taking offence to the war-porn blogs that are populated by psychopathy. These writers and commenters are jerking off to killing machines yet as soon as I point out that those assault vehicles/drones helicopters/iphone geotrackers would do a terrific job of picking off the residents of Boca Ratone or Key West the hypocritical rage and offence is extraordinary. I got banned yesterday from commenting on one war porn blog by Raymond Pritchett of Information Dissemination. He wrote
@charlesfrith not funny. Joking about killing Americans is not acceptable behavior. You have been banned.
He deleted that tweet later, but I want to make it clear to him. I only use obvious satire about killing Americans, but the killing business you pimp off is larger than the next 17 countries in the world. It is paid for by impoverished but frugal Asian savers through loans that are extorted with obvious military threats of retaliation and lastly but most importantly the U.S. weapons you stroke in your mind, kill real and innocent people day in and day out.
I ask you Raymond Pratchett
Is it really my satire that is unacceptable or is it the charade of goodness you call the American Way? The reality you are really jerking off to every time your priapism for war porn takes over you, and your readers, was in the Huffington Post yesterday (picture below), and I left a much more sober comment there because unlike you, I honour the soldiers by thinking about ways to keep them out of war. Not fetishising their killing.
