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[Sep. 20th, 2009|08:46 pm] |
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5 days without a shower, and my ass hair starts to dread. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2009|09:36 am] |
My friend and I once got conned out of 60 bucks in a pot deal. Instead of buying pot, the dude just bought smack and took off.
We did a lot of things wrong. It was an obvious con. |
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| We don't exist. |
[Apr. 11th, 2009|01:36 pm] |
Not in the sense that'd we like to, anyway. A few decades ago, there was a neuroscientist that measured the energy associated with voluntary motor movement. He had subjects sit down, attached electrodes to their scalp, and told them to raise their arms whenever they felt like it.
The expected result was that the subject would decide to raise his arm, and that a short while there after, he would raise his arm. But the results were the exact opposite. They would record a surge of brain activity 500ms before the arm was raised, associated with motor movements in the arm, while the subject reported conscious awareness 200ms before raising his arm. His body had already decided to raise his arm 300ms before he was aware of what was going on.
People with brain damage have experienced similar, but more prolonged, versions of this, called alien limb. If they go about an everyday, mundane task, one of their hands will just start doing something without their control, and without any conscious awareness. They'll be at the sink, thinking about maybe getting some pears to wash, then look down and find that their right hand has already piled pears in front of him. Or they'll be in front of the mirror, and find that their left hand is combing their hair. In more extreme cases, one hand will be buttoning their shirt, while the other unbuttons it.
What's this mean? That consciousness is merely epiphenomena, that choice is an illusion as we chug along our predetermined courses?
There is some hope, for those who don't like the idea that we're automata without will, that consciousness is an illusion. Though we may not have a choice to do, we seem to have a choice of don't. In the neuroscientist's studies, the subjects reported wanting to raise their arms at some points, but consciously choosing not to. Nothing was recorded from electrodes. We may not decide when to raise our arm, but we can veto that decision.
Do we have free don't? Or is a similar mechanism for veto, as well? The neuroscientist couldn't find a mechanism, but his tools weren't sophisticated enough. As a scientist, he concluded we probably don't have free don't, either. As a religious man, and someone scared at the thought of being automata, he concluded it didn't have to matter. |
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[Mar. 29th, 2009|12:05 am] |
I've been meaning to do stuff forever.
Instead I don't do it.
:( |
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| God should inspire |
[Jan. 22nd, 2009|01:52 am] |
If a man discovers on his wedding night that his bride is not a virgin, he must stone her to death on her father's doorstep.
Deuteronomy 22:13-21 |
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[Jan. 17th, 2009|11:30 pm] |
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I played some Gears 2. It's pretty cool. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|06:49 pm] |
I miss drinking tequila and listening to MSI with you guys.
I've stopped drinking. Haven't even had a sip since August.
Sobriety's overrated.
Tayface-
I'm working on your letter. I haven't forgot about it. |
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[May. 16th, 2008|04:26 pm] |
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Back back back back. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|09:12 pm] |
bjisdgabjhosdg
gisdgajhg
sgahigjhiogjhakl
What I'm trying to say is
I do it to myself, and that's what really hurts. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2007|12:41 am] |
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I used to be strong. Bike 100 miles/week, do 30 pull ups. Bench 110% my bodyweight. Ford rivers with a bike around my neck. Climb mountains. Put cigarettes out on the palms of my hands. Now I can't even walk up a flight of stairs without losing my breath.
I hate being happy. |
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[Dec. 18th, 2007|01:51 pm] |
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I'll be back the 22 or 23. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2007|04:43 am] |
people are as valuable as I want them to be. I mean, whenever you hear about a pretty girl being raped and killed, I always think it's a waste. I couldn't care if an entire bus of fat chicks were hammered to death. It just wouldn't really matter to me.
Goddamn, this LJ is full of precious gems.
In other news, I've replaced most of my vocabulary with expletives, 'like', stammering and cheap whiskey. |
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| Once a 300lb defensive lineman hit me in the face with an axe. True story. |
[Sep. 30th, 2007|08:41 pm] |
Last week or so ago, I was walking back from the cafeteria with Carolyn , carrying some oranges, when this asshole cuts too close in his big red truck and almost hits my girl. Carolyn makes this "Oh golly gee, look out!" noise. I make an angry face, throw an orange at the truck. Carolyn makes an "oh gosh, why did you do that?" noise and starts to move away from me. I shout expletives. Carolyn's noises begin to contain a "please stop, I hate confrontation" quality, and she moves towards the other side of the street. The car stops, backs up. Carolyn is now on the other side of the street, moving away fast. More expletives are forthcoming.
The pencil neck motherfucker in the red truck pulls up alongside me, asks "what's your problem man?" I string curse words together in novel combinations, posture. Everything about me says, get out of your car, motherfucker, I dare you. He doesn't dare, and drives away. I grin. Carolyn's mortified, then we fuck. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2007|09:52 pm] |
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I need something to do on weekdays that doesn't involve molecular weights and base pairs. |
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[May. 18th, 2007|04:06 am] |
•you ever realize that one of these conversations reads like a postmodern play?
◊how you mean
•stringent dialogue, concision, illiteracy, and lower case letters
◊hrm
•like right now, this could be being penned by a playwright
•that's pomo as shit
◊or just modern
•yeah, I get the 2 confused
◊whatevs. wht u up to tonight?
•cough syrup and vodka
◊+o(
•that's practically the same as samuel beckett writing in itallics "◊ makes a gagging motion"
◊samuel beckett?
•A playwright
◊oh. did he do modernist stuff?
•I dunno, but he drove Andre the Giant to school everyday because Andre didn't fit on the bus.
◊i hear hes got a posse.
•...Obey
•the rambling, random popculture references, is that pomo, or how?
◊You mean earnest cliches to express common themes or the artistic imitation of other people's lives being more interesting than mine?
•uhhh... the second one
•I think
•no, you're ful of garbology
•communicating with other peoples thoughts as adick comparing contest, that's what this.
•*is
◊what are you drinking?
•Ernest Hemingway likes strawberry daquiris
◊but you're no ernest hemingway
•sometimes I think about revolvers
◊i almost have my portfolio done
then im off to art school
•you hate artfags
◊but i love self loathing
◊yes, it is my kingdom
•less than three?
◊but more than jake
•you have shit taste in music
•and women
◊i don't like less than jake
•but you don't not like the Deftones
•you wanna come over tonight?
•bring tht one girl
◊which
•you know, the one
◊oh........... her
◊rx queen
•Rx a knf prty
•tyrannarx
◊my shaman's level 47 now
•do you have a mount?
◊yeah
•what is it?
◊your mom
•lolollolllololol
•funne stuff !!1one
◊that. right there
•what?
◊"!!1one"
that's what im talking
•??
◊"artistic impression"
•err, so that would be the second
◊it's paraphrased from a MM song.
•ooh, the irony
•asshole
◊how's tall & blonde?
•tall, blonde & eager
•eager & willing
•addicted
•she's growth hormones for my ego.
◊pfff, didn't your ego reach the maxima?
•for a highschool drop out, you sure use big words
◊i gto my jed. GED. GOD.
•GEDI
◊SEDI
◊jedPod
•iJed?
◊Allah is the one true GED
•One GED to find them
•one GED to bind them
•and in the darkness...
◊negro plz
◊plz hlp!!
•is ur phat ho in another castle?
◊ 40s?
•yes.
•actually, it's an 80
◊80... is that
•I used duct tape
•and straws
◊you're drinking malt licker with straws
•several straws
◊you
◊big
◊flaming
◊hang on, door goin knock knock
◊brb
•kk
•dude?
•heyheyhey
◊ is away, and may no longer respond
•asshole, I'm not sharing my prpl drank with you tonight
•pffff
•sigh
•fine
•FINE
•exeunt. |
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