Unlocking the brain November 18th, 2011

So I was watching this documentary on Daniel Tammet, a math savant. He has great ability with numbers and a special synesthetic relationship with them, identifying them by shape, color, texture and feeling. He performs calculations without actually calculating. The way he describes it is that he sees a landscape which evolves, and these landscapes are linked to numbers which he can extract the answer from. Pretty interesting. The documentary also shows kids trained for years in the use of an abacus, who are able to perform calculations using an imaginary one, extremely fast. This leads to the conclusion that some of these amazing feats can be achieved by nurturing a potential in an ordinary person. Much like professional StarCraft players who are able to execute around 300 APM (actions per minute) while micromanaging their hordes (coverage on that herehere, and here), to the expense of several hours of massive training every day.

I think that in the future everyone will be able to do these seemingly amazing things without much effort. The photographic recollection of memories won’t be a skill of a few, but a synthetically enhancement anyone, at any time (or all the time), will be able to take advantage of.

Why do I think this?

I have a pretty good memory for faces, but an ordinary to poor memory for most other things. I have an interest in dreams, remembering them, the way they seem “erased” from your mind but can be recollected in a split second if something triggers that memory by chance. If that memory can be triggered and retrieved even though it seemed gone, buried pretty deep, so deep you don’t even have that lingering feeling that it’s .. almost .. coming back to you, then there should be something we can take to enhance that process. I’ve got a feeling that mechanism has got to do with turning off all our sensors to the exterior and to our self-awareness, to a blank existence, allowing us to channel that buried memory back into our work memory or something of the sort.

I’ve experienced that blank existence in a lucid dream. It brought me to a state of absolute focus. I had read pieces of a wikibook on lucid dreaming two days before that night. When I felt the snap in my brain and was thrown into lucidity the first thing to come into my mind was the wikibook itself, because I immediately thought it had triggered that state. But I didn’t just remember the bits I had read. I actually saw the Wiki page as though I was sitting in front of the computer at the time. I was fully “awake” in my dream, I read the text my eyes had already covered two days back, the image crisp in my mind, way crisper than any other image I may try to recall while actually awake. Not only that, but I could sort my thoughts as easily as if they were physical blocks I could hold in my hand and shuffle. There was no noise or smell to overwhelm my brain and no other image to disrupt my view. It was blissful, a moment of intense control and peacefulness. I don’t know how long I was lucid for, but after a while I began to lose my focus, ideas became hard to grasp and I fell back into a regular dream of an unrelated subject. This seems to happen in some of my lucid dreams, when I seem to get too excited about how awesome all of it is…

Am I too naive to expect a legal drug able to trigger that sometime in my lifetime?

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Since then… September 2nd, 2011

…I can’t help but picture La Roux’s “In for the kill” in a literal sense, Dexter-ish style, but really full of gore, severed body parts, chopped pieces of meat, rivers of blood, sparkly knives, and Diablo’s The Butcher screaming AHHHH, FRESH MEAT! It brings me to a state of innermost rage not many things are capable of.

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sunny days June 23rd, 2009

June 11th

Lately my only expectation is for a sunny day. I like to go outside and lay on the grass and have the warmness ease the cutting wind. I stay there for a long while thinking about nothing. It’s pretty quiet here. I enjoy that very much. The land is wide and I sit right in the middle. The walls keep me from seeing the outside, the trees keep me from seeing most of the walls. It’s as though I’m sitting still in time and because of that I can just keep quiet to my heart’s content. The more I do it, the harder I crave it, the more it’s the only thing I ever crave for. Except change… which makes no sense. I fear I’m losing all reason. Is this an assurance that I’m not? I often have thoughts that express a lack of sanity, a feeling of disassociation from my own life. I wonder if the ability to recognize this means I’m still able of reaching the right judgement. Maybe what I really fear is failing this test. Meanwhile I hope for a sunny day tomorrow.

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Lying wasting time; Wasting time lying March 18th, 2009

These are amusing links about how one lies to oneself.

So much about that “the truth will set you free” bullshit we’ve been hearing all our lives. Where does that come from, anyway?

The truth will NOT set you free. It can lift a bit of the weight of mundanities off your shoulders, but it will add on twice that weight in other things. The overwhelming innards of the universe, for one…

5 Ways Your Brain Is Messing With Your Head

5 Ways ‘Common Sense’ Lies To You Everyday

The 4 Most Impressive Wastes of Time On Record

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pwnage October 13th, 2008

Whenever I’m moving forward, there comes [element] and pwns me – fubars me completely (I’m fucked up beyond all recognition), usually emotionally. The element of pwnage can be anything: a word, a sentence, a look, a turn in weather, a page unwritten, a poem unmeasured, a grudge I hold all beyond eternity, people suffering – and WAY too many people being born! … I mean, just about anything and everything is waiting to fuck me from behind! (STOP now! Don’t tell me! I know you too are waiting!) It is constantly hammer time crushing my head from the inside. If only my head would be emptied afterward.

When the fuck do I get to be queen!?

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