If my hard drive crashes, a large amount of pertinent data will be lost; indeed a thing I might fret over. That what is us will crash in the imperfect data storage that is our memorable awareness which we name "our lives."
Just like the fret we experience when we lose a great deal of stored information about the world, such as in a disastrous fire or a mental spas out, it is deemed of us to follow that this life of ours can be "backed up and recovered" providing that we in this life, have previously found a sufficient way to ensure us of a follow.
Whatever we might be able to prove or imagine is a consequence of us being in the world. While it may appear that we are somehow cognizant of that which is outside or us, what we get is mere shadows on platonian caves.
Here, the battle between the selfish and the global is all too apparent. The Marxist vs. the Randist are only figures debating the same point; namely: How DO sentients and in-animates exist harmoniously together in an abstraction that is rather ambiguous as to our personal concerns?
The flaw in Karl Marx's noble theory of class equality is that he wished to say that classes shan't be defined, but he needed a way to define this. So he invented the idea of a classless hut, one without precepts of hierarchy. Why his system did not work of course is because even in a classless society, that society needs a structure, which in turn implies government.
A thought left to fellow pilgrims.

Joaquin Phoenix Bizarre Letterman Appearance - Feb. 11, '09
Source: www.youtube.com
Joaquin Phoenix made a bizarre appearance on Wednesday night's David Letterman show to promote his film "Two Lovers," during what may be his last visit as an actor. Phoenix has insisted he is retiring from film to focus on his hip-hop career.






and then Ben Stiller did a Parody:
br

So anyway, I wanted to polish my ego and announce that I have been knighted as a "Global Ambassador" on Panteliq.com. Somehow, the site owner who is a test author, dug up my name from epiq.org, I suspect. He stuck my name on the list and didn't even ask me if he could. Well, it's kind of cool because I'm now listed with the likes of Xaviar Jouve, Christopher Langan (smartest man in America, look it up!) and Evangelos Katsioulis who has an I.Q. 190. The site is http://www.panteliq.com/HOF.html and you can find my full name listed under USA - Eric Anthony Trowbridge. Incredible.Oh yea, I shaved my beard.
I don't know what to make of this because even though I do pretty damn good on High range IQ tests, my personal life ain't all it seems it should be. Rosemary broke up with me, I live in sort of a shitty apartment (for now; I will prevail!), and I have this rash on my inguinal region. Personally, I evaluate myself as being one of the stupidest people I know. But, maybe I'm just trying to insult myself because I rather loathe me. Which is why I need the ego boost. :oD
I better get back to not writing now.

It appears that things are causal in nature, and indeed every shred of evidence points to such. If something is touched in some form or fashion by another, then an outcome is produced; an outcome that is distinct from its previous state: Thus we have cause and effect. It also seems to us that all things that change have an outside cause.
Imagine a billiard rack. The system is altered by a cue ball in kinetic motion, and afterwards, except for the color designation or size, it would be hard to find the original striking ball, particularly if the cue ball striker happened to be very skilled. But, there still was a striking ball, and a striker.
Granted these conditions, here is what I see wrong (I'm sure some of you knew where exactly I was not going with this. :oD ). It is constantly assumed there is some external agent that causes significant change in some system. What is missed in the billiards scenario is that, the striker was already part of the whole system to begin with. What is causing the causer to be necessarily out of the original state?
Okay, so what? Things are causal in nature. Let me ask: How is this observation even interesting? Only in the idea that a causer exists outside of a system. Otherwise, it is just boring science.
I smell a thesis on set theory here.

This is not a serious blog, so you know. Also, don't forget to look at the blog just before this one. This is a repost of some prose I wrote a while back.



I wanted to shave my beard due to the humidity hotness of the subtropical position on my particular planet, but I was partial to the pleasurable animal feeling I got when I saw my face reflected on my toaster every evening while reading the morning paper and snacking on my lunch. So, I decided the best thing to do was compromise with my other self and shave just half of it. Unfortunately, it is not socially acceptable to display a halved beard, for it just is too bizarre for pions to handle, and they might start to drool, which attracts predators. So, after thinking about it for 1 whole day, I found a loophole. I simply shaved every other hair.
Proud of myself then, I ventured to the local coffee house to cool myself off when I heard a woman shriek, and suddenly I was engulfed in a crowd of pointed fingers, and eyes so wide I thought of where an infinite potato might exist if all points in space were equally apart in proportion to the number of Mcdonald's fries served to the number of consumers of the fries.
I was ripped away from this very important line of inquiry when the police said it is illegal to have half of a beard, and the troglodytes advanced on me. Consternated, I implored how they could have found out my trick. It was very simple. The hair on your head is exactly twice as thick as your beard. We calculated your age as a function of the mean number of hairs lost by men divided by what you look like, and knew you must be our man. (They were obviously angry by my excessive application of mathematical paradigms in literary settings, and were taunting me; this concluded for they forgot to factor in the standard deviation!).
Still I was stung by my lapse of omniscience, and my pride took a nose-dive straight into a pungent pool of a 12' x 12' jail cell. At my trial, I was sentenced to be eaten by lions, right now. They threw me into the pit and the lions teeth were very hungry, and they were very awnry. They made the mistake, however, of roaring at me, and from this I inferred their language and spoke unto them the parables of a book I read in a very-well furnished building some time ago as a child in North Korea. When they heard this, they were in awe, so I took the advantage and claimed I was the son of providence, and I rode on their backs out of my guillotine like pit of horror, without resistance, to a temporary exile in the uncharted forest.
Here I planned the demise of my enemies by training the lions to reproduce quicker. I amassed an enormous army and marched their blind minds into war. But the patrons of my favourite coffee shop knew me too well, as secrets were what I hadn't realized are things to be kept from others, and they told the world leaders I was coming. The leaders quickly circumscribed the city with tons of catnip, belling balls, and scratching posts. The lions got busy with these distractions, leaving me vulnerable, and I was snuck up on and anointed (I swear, completely against my will), with the essence of wildbeest excretions, and, since lions are more lions than kittens, I was promptly eaten.
In purgatory, forever, one half of me was massaged with an oil of one part rose scent, and two parts orgasm, while the other half was given an endless lecture about the intricacies of fishing. I was also doused with gasoline and set on fire, but only on every other molecule.
I wrote then into the wind, justice is never paid, nor spent, nor ever realized. I felt the sun on me, and snapped out of it, sipped my coffee, and began to think about how I could make that oil. That oil would make me some money, which is the only thing that really matters.

Sorry for my breach of blog etiquette, but this one had to be posted:

Here we go again. Now I have to deal with insomnia. Well, these things take time. I'm now where I was about 3.5 years ago in terms of health.
Well, I suppose this will do.

At the risk of appearing loquacious, here is one more blog for the week; on Tuesday.
My cat is attempting to make himself comfortable in what seems to be the most uncomfortable position: On a stack of clothes, on a pile of papers, and on a patio chair; all of this undulating and quite uneven. All this is my fault, of course. I'm the one who loaded the chair up with seemingly uncomfortable sheers, but he insists on making something cozy for himself of it. Altruism in action? For the sake of my benefit!

Bosh. In a cozier spot he finds, he would leave me in an instant. And that is the way it works, folks. Your arrangements for your servitudal loved ones are only because you happen to have the best ideas of what is comfortable at some particular time. Keep your securities on short leashes, my fellows, chimes and merchants, for those that are dear to you, whether or not sentient, tend to the path of least foil, with or without you. Keep your servants asleep, and you can also sleep. Stir them not, for then your comfort will be stirred. Then, you will have to live again, where, you would rather just die.

Seems that when I'm back to me, I blog more fervently.

This time around, things are a little different. My clothes are still in the suitcase, and I have not shaved my face in over a month. I take showers more frequently, but my personal effects are in an amusing disarray. This time around, my things do not seem even remotely important. This time around, is an exercise of spirituality.

Note, that this staunch atheist is undergoing no theological conversion, but rather, a different kind of godlessness; this time, the God is no longer me: My ego is dissolved. This time around is for keeps. I am of age, my time remaining is short, and apathy is now, backstage. I went so far this time as to see that light, but peers, let me convey, that light is only black; neither callous nor divine. A resolution now is this is all I have, this life, has been loudly confirmed with recent events.