Ingenuity
I wait at a bus station for the miracleous coming of the bus. A guy steps closer and tells me he's collecting cash for a bus ticket so he can get home. He seems familiar. I think I've met him before. A week or two ago. He used the same phrases and the same amount, "1300 SIT for the ticket to go home." Anyway, I empty my pockets and give him some change, about 60 SIT. He waits a moment more and I tell him what's remaining are only the big bills. But that didn't represent an obstacle for him. He told me if I give him a 1000 SIT bill, he'll give me 800 SIT in return. What a nerve!!
* SIT is the Slovenian currency, Slovenian Tolar.
Summer Vacations Planning
Yipee! I'll spend my
summer vacations in the city Hvar on the
island Hvar in
central Dalmatia in the neighbouring
Croatia!
Hotel Bodul will have to tolerate my demanding personality from 30.6. to 14.7.! Yay!
And when I'm rich perhaps I'll check out Greece. Or spend a fortune for a return ticket to Malaysia and set up a tent in
davin's fridge.
Countermeasures
After seeing
today's Garfield cartoon I've decided to be just like him. Eat a lot and wear carrots in my ears.
A Pope from Hell
Christians around the world got their new pope. Some of them don't like him. Some are rather appalled by the choice of the conclave. There's a
debate going on around the internet about the
Pope being a Nazi, outright against any modernism, highly against whatever church is traditionally against already but people do it anyway, like birth control, etc. Well yes, you can even
buy a T-shirt featuring Pope Benedict XVI Antichrist Superstar. Europe is continually losing Christians, and now they do this. Whatever did they think when choosing a new pope? "Don't leave the church or you'll be condemned to darkest tribulations of hell! We chose the new Pope especially to make certain of it!"
Busy
Damn, if I'd have known how much work programming would be, I'd have studied some social or humanistic sciences or something. I was found to have a knack for languages anyway. Only I steered just slightly too much into computer waters and now I became well acquainted with computer languages. Damn.
I didn't even finish my computer science study. I'm making some first steps into preparing for the seven exams I still have to pass. Only time will tell if I'm to ever finish this study. I need some strong motivation. If nothing else, my obituary would feature a fancy title after my name. I doubt they put such titles on tombstones.
Who Owns The Future?
I've been reading
Crossing the Rubicon a bit. A damn heavy book. Lots of facts. Lots and lots and lots. Mindshaking facts. Like the fact that Americans had already a few decades ago a piece of software called PROMIS or Prosecutor's Management Information System. A spying system based on artificial intelligence would be a short description. You see, PROMIS has a backdoor (for the clueless: a means of accessing the program by a third party without the consent or knowing of the owner). From page 153: "It was able to simultaneously read and integrate any number of different computer programs or databases simultaneously, regardless of the language in which the original programs had been written or the operating system or platforms on which that database was then currently installed." From the same page: "In the mid 1970s, at least as far as computer programs were concerned, the 'universal translator' of
Star Trek had become a reality."
Just consider the following couple of paragraphs from the page 166.
On August 28 the phone rang and it was a collect call from Tyree. "Get a tape recorder and turn it on," he said. Over the course of the next half an hour Tyree, obviously reading from detailed and copious notes, named individuals and companies dealing with PROMIS software and its progeny. The tape was specific down to naming specific engineers in military and private corporations doing PROMIS research. Tyree described specific Congressional committees that had been infiltrated with "enhanced" PROMIS. Tyree described how PROMIS progeny, having inspired four new computer languages, had made possible the positioning of satellites so far out in space that they were untouchable. At the same time the progeny had improved video quality to the point where the same satellite could focus on a single human hair. The ultimate big picture.
PROMIS progeny had also evolved to the point where neural pads could be attached to plugs in the back of the human head and thought could be translated into electrical impulses that would be equally capable of flying a plane or wire transferring money. Names like Sandia, Cal-Tech, Micron, Tech University of Graz, Oded Leventer, and Massimo Grimaldi rolled from his lips as he tore through the pages of notes. Data, such as satellite reconnaissance, could also now be downloaded from a satellite directly into a human brain. The evolution of the artificial intelligence had progressed to a point where animal behavior and thought were being decoded. Mechanical humans were being tested. Animals were being controlled by computer.
There's also a mention of chips that can work even when the computer is unpowered so the data can be transmitted even when you think that's impossible. There is also mention of the e-book
The Last Circle describing CIA drug trafficking, as far as I know. Too much stuff everywhere; looks like the USA government has some damn ugly dirty hands. So ugly the dirt is popping out through the sieves of the gloves. Isn't it odd this machinery is still active?
Sitting Ducks
A couple of sitting ducks
and one racing from them
a suspiciously looking cat
blue flowers
a yellow flower
bushes still blooming
and again daisies for the end.
What You Fear Is What You Get
I'm lacking some sleep so I'm kind of nervous and grim and shall do some lamenting before I proceed with my mind-dazzling work.
Seriously, why bother? Why work all days and get paid so you can't save enough even in 20 years to buy yourself an appartment? And that even while being rigorous with saving, not even having a car and using public transport, etc. Why put up with stupid people the whole life? Why should I care about world affairs when it's obvious the affairs don't care about me? And don't even start babbling about my vote and elections because I'll throw something big and heavy in your direction. Why should I do anything? Where's sense in having a job, a family, and vacations every now and then? No, I don't fancy being a hermit. And stop mumbling about happiness. Existence and happiness don't go together. One is restricted, the other is meaningless if not eternal. Why should I choose anything? Choice in its essence is irrelevant. It doesn't matter because nothing it involves is eternal. So I have a problem with process, whereas not with state of things. Perhaps because I lack some sleep and don't want to take part in any process until I sleep out my state of sleepyness.
I can't get no sleep.
