Here I’m supposed to produce something, but between my hunger, my injury, my kidneys, and my medication I’m getting a strong urge to zonk for a day or two. I need to eat, I need to drink, my knee needs to get better, and my kidneys may need flushing. You know, mortality does have some serious drawbacks.
So I’m going to see about getting a plugin on the job, then I’ll be shutting down and snoozing for a few hours. Here’s hoping you have better energy.
The article will be posted after this brief pause.
I need the money for food and drink and a wheelchair to get around in. Torn ligaments in my left knee and my kidneys are giving me problems. I need energy for my ligaments to heal, and to get a few projects done. Oh, and for actual posts here at this blog of mine.
But at the moment I could use a wheelchair to get around in. I think WalMart has them, but for me to buy one requires money. So I’m blegging. A simple muscle powered chair I can tool around on, go to the store and stuff like that. So donate what you can or feel like.
In the August 2020 issue of Smithsonian Magazine on P30 there is an article on the bonobo, the article itself is on a crontoversy regarding a specific bonobo and the researcher who studied him.
Now in 1963, when I was 10, my Mom let me have some of her science fiction collection, which she kept out in the garage. Kept me out of her hair, and I’ve been reading it and other like material for the past half century or so. And in my readings I’ve kept running across non-human sapiens again and again. Looks to me like we’ve just found a new one, and a real one at that.
I know they’re not supposed to be, but I say that protest is a load of crap. According to the article, I forget where exactly, it is noted that the bonobos in question are inventing words for the ideograms they use to communicate with. That is, they are applying sounds they make to the graphics. That is to say, not only are they speaking, they’re also engaged in neologisms. Wouldn’t surprise me to learn they also pun.
What it comes down to is, I’ve wrecked my knee. My left knee to be precise, and I’ve torn my ligaments. I get to see my doctor about this, but not until Aug. 3, on a Monday. At the moment I can’t walk and I’ve been turned into a creeper – on hands and knees. And then, on top of it all, I need to get my apartment cleaned up and then a trip to the grocery for milk etc.
And what with my ligaments all torn my body insists on my sleeping so it can dedicate my energy to healing. So milk is really important since I need the vitamin D. So when it comes to our ligaments I have this curse for God, you lazy slob. Couldn’t give them a decent blood supply? You chintzy jerk. (Like that’s going to affect him.)
So it looks like I’m going to need a wheelchair to get around in, and help straightening up, and trips to the store. But fortunately I am getting more food money. Anyway, I thought it best that you know.
Just got through reading the National Geographic special issue on Mt. Everest. On page 60 of the issue in question you get a look at the path up the mountain from Camp III to the summit, and I can only conclude that as rugged as it is, it is not so much a climb as it is a hike. Far as I can see you can stroll to the top of the world.
So I’m thinking, why not install a wheelchair ramp to the peak of Mt. Everest? Make it double wide so you could have chairs coming up and down at the same time? Make the chairs motorized and install oxygen bottles for those riding. And at the top install a restaurant for those making it to the up.
Call it Norgay’s Nibbles and offer a complimentary glass of yak milk with each entree. It would draw a crowd.
I have ideas but at this moment I’m fretting. The core idea is of doing up a set of guide lines regarding Persona ancestry; as a species, a race, and an ethnicity; but at the moment my brain is refusing to cooperate. So I’ll be lying down and letting my mind go blank. That’ll let the back of my brain the freedom it needs for my mind to wander and come up with stuff. In any case wish me luck.
The matter of Gravity that is. For some time ago I can up with an hypothesis for how gravity arises. Now I’ve lost it, but to sum up what I do recall, gravity in this scheme arises thanks to the motion of what are essentially fundamental particles through space-time. But which aren’t really particles, but rather minimal volumes of space-time in a state of compression I call a “fold”. In effect space-time resists change and in order for a fold to “move” space-time has to change. But that takes work, and the faster the change the more work it takes. And the more work it takes the resistance to change there is, and so the rate of change and the rate of the rate of change means that any change in velocity slows down. Become harder that is and that produces what we call relativity.
In addition space-time gets warped if you like. Bent or curved in other words. So that what is a straight path to the fold becomes curved from our point of view.
And then you have what happens when folds interact, producing objects composed of two or more folds that I call “fibers”, and “twine”, and “thread” and “string”. Though I could be wrong, and testing all this is beyond my capabilities.