Skip to main content

The novelty of having geniuses as friends . . .

By revolutionaire.

Dirty Hippie (12:59:21 PM): what about fate, do you believe in that?

Mr. President (1:01:36 PM): I do and I don't believe in fate. This is going to get trippy and mathematical on you but here goes. I do believe that everything that is happening in our universe is already done (think of it like a simulation; everything has already been simulated). But that doesn't stop the moment to moment of the simulation feel like choices to me.

Dirty Hippie (1:03:05 PM): so you're saying you do get options, but your options (and inevitably, your decision) have already been pre-determined?

Mr. President (1:03:18 PM): In other words if someone from another dimension was watching me right now. To them I'd seem like a comic strip the beginning and ending are all on the same sheet of paper. But to me I'm living the moment to moment and cannot perceive the fact that I am in the comic book and everything has already happened

Dirty Hippie (1:03:58 PM): so we're living in a 'choose your own adventure' novel?

Mr. President (1:04:33 PM): Ok it's difficult for me to explain

Dirty Hippie (1:04:52 PM): no, I think I get it.

Mr. President (1:05:02 PM): Actually that probably isn't a bad explanation

Dirty Hippie (1:05:05 PM): the ending is already determined.

Dirty Hippie (1:05:09 PM): but you don't feel it.

Dirty Hippie (1:05:15 PM): because you do have free choice.

Mr. President (1:06:10 PM): Well it's not that the ending is already determined. It's just that somehow the universe has already simulated every possible outcome and no matter what choice I make there is an outcome and that somewhere else that outcome is being lived out

Dirty Hippie (1:06:32 PM): so it is a 'choose your own adventure' novel!

Mr. President (1:06:37 PM): Just like in a 'choose your own adventure' novel. Only instead of there being 3 options there are infinite choices

Mr. President (1:07:42 PM): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkxieS-6WuA

Mr. President (1:07:52 PM): This guy does a great job of explaining it

Dirty Hippie (1:08:38 PM): the sound effects kill me.

Mr. President (1:08:42 PM): LOL

Dirty Hippie (1:11:57 PM): we live moment to moment in the third dimension!

Mr. President (1:12:04 PM): exactly!

Mr. President (1:12:23 PM): This guy does a really good job explaining my view of the universe

Mr. President (1:13:18 PM): i actually want to get this book and read it

Dirty Hippie (1:15:46 PM): this guy talks about time travel!

Dirty Hippie (1:15:53 PM): the video is great.

Mr. President (1:16:00 PM): isn't it

Mr. President (1:16:37 PM): but don't fall too in love (the guy isn't a real physicist and some of the stuff he says is a little wrong; but he gets a lot right so I still give him credit)

Dirty Hippie (1:17:02 PM): I won't fall in love with him at all. But his voice did sooth me.

Mr. President (1:17:18 PM): lol I'm not sure if that really is his voice

Dirty Hippie (1:17:23 PM): damn.

Dirty Hippie (1:23:38 PM): crazy shit.

Dirty Hippie (1:23:52 PM): Ryan ... you make me think too much... and I like it.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Someone busier than you is running right now.

By revolutionaire.
I have a confession to make to my spark buddy, Melissa: I did not go for a run last night. I'm terrible, I know. Here's what else I know: 1. I have never made such great progress in getting into shape as I did when I was jogging regularly. 2. My knee starts to stay in a constant state of noticeable discomfort after I've jogged for over a week. 3. I miss the liberating feeling of running. 4. I miss the empowerment of cross-training (biking, swimming, running) So I've been perusing the intarwebz for motivational media this morning. And while I hate Nike for their shoddy work ethic, jacked up prices, and apparently tiny clothes, I love them for their motivational material. I just have yet to find any media more inspiring to me than the following advertisements. And ... "I am addicted. I've collected footsteps before dawn. Seen places I never knew existed. Run to the moon and back. Been a rabbit for the neighborhood dogs. Obeyed the voice in my head. Let music carr
Post a Comment
Read more

Sometimes a girl just needs something. (journal, NSFW, language)

By revolutionaire.
I don't typically feed off of the positive reinforcement of my peers. I've never been one who looks to others for approval. I just do what I do and don't ask for much. Now, do I have expectations or needs? Sure. But that doesn't make me selfish or needy. That just means I'm human -- with emotions, and sensitivity. The expectations and needs I do have are simple things -- things any mildly advanced primate could do. Seriously, I don't ask for much. Love me? Care about my feelings? Put in some effort from time to time? By no standards are any of those things too much to ask. But for fuck's sake. I lost ten pounds. TEN fucking POUNDS and there are more perfect strangers happy for me than there are close friends. Susan, my sister, is the ONLY person who's said she's noticed the difference. And even if she's lying (and I'm not saying she is), at least she's fucking encouraging me. I've been trying so damn hard to lose weight, to maintain a
5 comments
Read more

603.

By revolutionaire.
I never told you this story, but when I was a three, I had to have physical therapy for a broken femur. Every single day we drove to PT, we went over a small, fairly insignificant overpass with had a shopping plaza below it. The address for the shopping plaza was just barely visible over the bridge. And it was 603. And every single day as we went over, I would excitedly blurt out the numbers to show my mom I recognized them. This turned into a game for us. And eventually, a tradition. Fast forward into my "more grown up" ages ... like ... high school. And, if you could be a fly in my truck, you would have without a doubt witnessed me driving over the overpass by myself and, sure enough, I'd just say it ... "six oh three." Shortly after high school is when I met Seth, Tommy, Leif, Troy, and Jonesy in Gainesville. Still, there was no connection. Their friends and families came to visit, we then bonded, they returned home, and still, nothing. It wasn't until th
5 comments
Read more