On Politics 1 (or Argumentation)

Two Heads, One Body:

Typical ‘political’ issues are misguided and reductive. There’s the issue itself and the illusion of this two-sided argument that’s already explicated and requires little to no original thought on which to base one’s own opinion. Instead of organically synthesizing arguments or voices regarding the matter at hand from experience and gathering, processing, and analsynthesis of information (essay on the five senses and differential geometry coming soon) filtered through the brain to prevent the noise from overwhelming the signal, the majority more or less picks a side and spews preexisting bullshit at the other like children outside at recess arguing about a game of whatever.

Sorry kids I’m not saying you spew bullshit per se, but these arguments are localized, and the motive is to assert dominance rather than persuade…which is acceptable to an extent when at play, but because kids are likely mimicking, consciously or un-, what they’ve absorbserved from adult interaction supposedly instilled with experience and maturity, though frequently regressing to playground-conflict-like proselytization, there exists an unacceptability vector pointed towards these nebulous authority figures.

The first-order issue is why does this second-order issue exist? The drug issue became a ‘war’ against drug trafficking and its inherent violence (partly a function of its illegality, but this isn’t an essay about legality, it’s about responsibility) when the primary problem in America starts with: why are so many (often young) people choosing to take drugs?

One pseudo-answer concerns society and inevitability. One problem identified: the environment. That’s a big fucking problem, and admit and accept it: the same prescriptive advice given to addicts because the system has its own defense mechanisms. WE FUCKED UP! Who is we? It doesn’t matter. Everybody. Accept what has happened, use new knowledge, make progress, unite.

Conjecture: If the two ‘sides’ spent their creative energy solving the underlying issue cooperatively to the mutual benefit of themselves and their immediate environment (and with major issues like drugs this expands in concentric spheres of exponentially-increasing radii) instead of conducting experiments to find the maximum amount of literal and figurative noise one human or one organization of humans can disseminate (conclusion: upper bound as a function of and solely limited by degree of human ignorance, likely approaching arbitrarily large values; treat like infinity), then someanything will be better than the current situation.



The Theory: Unity and its Subtitle: Death’s Eulogy
Let ^ represent the complex dual space n=1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 10, 26
Let * represent the real dimensions the dual shifted down one n=0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 10
Let ^ represent the complex dual dimensions
******Don’t You Worry About A Thing Babies Because I Got You, Babies^^^^^^^^^^
**********Strings and Things^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Existence

^Subtitle: Unity: or U(1)
^^Subtitle: How?; or GL(1); or Mirror Symmetry; or Electromagnetism; or
^^^Subtitle: Electroweak; or SU(2) or Meaning; or Value; or The Endless Struggle; or Human Nature; or Righting Wrong; or Religion; or Mathematics (at this level I do not refer the global subject but our local exploration of said subject); or Art; or Love; or Beauty; or Life; or Existence
^^^^Subtitle: Love:History(Past/Future)::God:Life; or Genetics; or Intro to Langlands
^^^^^^Subtitle: The Human Brain; or The Universe
^^^^^^^^^^Subtitle: The Brane

String Theory 1 (or dimensions 1)

One and two and three and six permutations on three ok we’ll put the three with the twisted super-thingy compactiplexificationing it to flow in four

(can we do that?

WE will not be doing anything the doing is already done we find the representation we’re almost there)

and how many we got left? 6? Shit, ok right four in six makes ten why ten again? Open and closed strings right right but which six? What do you mean which six? This isn’t a choice it just is so it’s the six with the sillystring superthing like seven with the four so eleven…

Now we are making progress



Words 1

On Critics

The spellingest grammagicians endowed with:
greatgrandmastery of the Summary.
And a nuclear-grade arsenal of Bullshite
with enough megatons of ennuinium and ignorantium to bore the beauty outta this
Magnifulgent Whorld.

I say unto them:
words do what I tell them to do…
if et doney sond roight,
go left or
eff ya ken sayit wit a small nummer of weirdz,
then why not you kan shurassyell hell-it badder by
dooblin’ an’ tripplin’ yer wordscore (count?).

four the moor the marryher in diss greyt a-more-ica.


Lists Part One (or Novels Part One)

Humans love lists. This is not a criticism, merely an observation. Perhaps I will write an essay on this phenomenon related to organizational thought and general mental storage/organization processes. I will also write a lot about literature, one of my deepest passions.

Lists are typically annoying and boring and reductive, so I am going to avoid using any general superlatives. These lists should simply be jumping off points for me to discuss some of my favorite works of art or not. I learned at an early age that if I found history’s profound, transcendent, genius voices and the creative work in which they express and filter the knowledge of eras, cultures, generations et al, then I could quickly filter out much of the noise permeating and saturating modern life. Straight to the source.

These lists will be lists of ten. Lists are loosely constrained, meant to be linked, here’s one: numbers, groups, rings, fields, bases, primes, ideals, transcendents, modulo ten representation, the binary obsession/misconception, zeta functions, gamma functions, infinity, closures, extensions, Galois, Riemann, Cantor, Langlands, Poincare etc etc). However, for now, ten is an acceptable list number, just ask Georges Perec if one day you happen to randomly walk into him someplane. Links of list items to a brief (brevity is the soul of witevah) piece containing further thoughts on said item, its influence on my life and all life, and whatever else comes to mind might occur, but these will only be for furthering knowledge. Again, I only intend to write things I would find Good (more on false dichotomies and continuums of ideas later).

Ok, let’s start with ten novels. I’m going to separate literature into a few generally accepted categories (more on category theory later, but I don’t intend to make any distinctions that go beyond fundamental common characteristics): short stories (likely in the form of story collections), short novels or novellas (potentially collections), novels, plays, poetry, and possibly non-fiction with a few extra subcategories. Other lists could cover film, art, music, television, restaurants, and whatever else I feel fits into this format that I would like to explore. Like all structurally sound ideas (, this one will remain dynamic and open to suggestions.

Again, not BEST, certainly favorites, moreover meaningful creative achievements in human history/thought. All great novels are in some sense historical in that they by definition serve as commentaries on life experience and the experience of life in a historical context. Novels are primary historical documents with a voice and purpose. These first selections are of the go-big-or-go-home variety (more on algebraic varieties and their invariant properties later). These authors and their works shape my life past, present, future. The lists might skew modern/post-modern, but I appreciate all brilliance, dislike semantics, and enjoy traveling around in place and time in my airship in the cloud atlas, against the day. Usually I will only include one work per author per list or maybe sublists will spark. I want to write longer pieces on each (more on parenthetical statements later).

The written word is the most human-versal (I avoid universal here because of mathematics) means of communication across human existence in space+time, and history is the story of people. RIP Howard Zinn

Novels Part One (or The Big Ones Part One (now with mine-own subtitles):

  1. Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon
    (sub: How I Learned to Keep Worrying and Hate the Bomb)
  2. Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce
    (sub: Ensō)
  3. 2666 by Roberto Bolano
    (sub: Man: You Monster)
  4. The Man Without Qualities by Robert Musil
    (sub: Man: You Fool)
  5. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
    (sub: War: What is it Good For?)
  6. Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
    (sub: Melancholia and the Finite Sadhappyness: Life)
  7. Life: A User’s Manual by Georges Perec
    (sub: LISTS!!!!!!!!!!…and representation theory)
  8. The Recognitions by William Gaddis
    (sub: Art or Fart)
  9. The Waves by Virginia Woolf
    (sub: Let Women Rule)
  10. Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle by Vladimir Nabokov
    (sub: Time and Love (and Incest) by Vivian Darkbloom)


Movie Pitch (or On Hollywood Part One: or On Global Warming Part One)

one night some peepsicles got super stoned or fuuuuh-uh-cked up or one morning selfsame interchangables were hungover as zee ballznutz and a spirited black woman with Afro-jamaicislandonesian roo-hoots (used partly for her voice and partly cuz I see MuthaNature as a brilliant, worldly women right?) was like now that Earth is like nuh-uh you ain’t turnin’ up my thermostat wit’out a lil’ ray-zisstance and consequators; nuhh-uhh, by da contrarian you gon’ melt dem’ uber ice cubitty glacial muthafuckas then we gon’ see dat true power. Which inspired the white guy (sorry but we males don’t always have the right answer no?) to suggest a waterworld reboot in that half-ironic half-jest half-3-deep-in-da-drink-half-maybe-waterworld-was-just-ahead-of-its-time half-too-many-halfs (sic) way that people introduce themselves to others via subverting the subserviating lameness of a sub-tle referency-joke to a universally belovetreasured cultural symbol. The General Communication-yo Major of the Multiverse teleports in to ‘PR and brand’ the shit outta that shit catalyzing a world-shittering event when she declares her strategy to godify the whole affair. The Noah connection thus becomes self-evidentially waterworldlian.


On Intelligence

Smart wears many guises
I find utility in the ability to detect humility in humanity. I find prerequisite true intelligence, the sort of knowledge that catalyzes progress, giving-tree-deep-rooted compassion and empathy (love) for life in its infinite forms. True, symmetrically, the aforementioned induces an equivalently profound acceptance of the antithesis, the antipode,the abyss et al. The first step is to figure out the why and the how of existence, generally speaking, such that you have a dynamic foundation to process and SYNTHESIZE new knowledge;
life becomes a filling-in of the details, a recognition of the patterns, an optimization of efficiency over iterations, a never-ever-ending, though certainly cyclingcirclingspiraling, progression towards EVERYTHING. Yet Everything (and everything) is, so it never has to