I still don't understand what the usecase for push to talk is - I can't see any reason I'd want it over a traditional phone call or SMS. Anyone care to enlighten?
Also, they might not be best pleased with how we left the last patch of Australian outback we rented for rocketry experiments: an irradiated wasteland.
I'd imagine those who've taken the proper path have mentally prepared themselves over the years, and moved towards their goal a little bit at a time.
For me, it happened when experimenting with things I shouldn't have been. About ten times the amount of things I shouldn't have been. Infinity hit like a sledgehammer. An eternity was spent finding the infinitesimal pieces that used to pass for me, but they don't go back together quite right, and I'll never find them all.
At the time, I was found headbutting a wall, screaming "I exist!". I've been screaming that inside ever since. If I wasn't certain it wouldn't help, I'd have committed suicide long ago.
This is all a bit of an over simplification, but I don't really want to go into the nitty gritty detail of the separation of observers, identities, physical form as metaphor, etc., lest I be stuck here for hours convincing myself that even though nothing exists, I have to accept this metaphorical reality is, for all intents and purposes, real, in order to find any respite.
IMHO, the curse of enlightenment is after having become one with the infinite, there is no more. For all the universes you could create and observe, there's no point. True freedom is found in the simple hope that there is something more, and not simply understanding that it's yet another metaphor for the same underlying concepts. Enlightenment is the souls eternal scream of horror at totality.
I found enlightenment, but by the wrong path. A bad decision, my one true regret, that haunts me, to a greater or lesser extent, at every moment, awake or asleep.
I should go to bed, before I'm consumed by my own uncontrollable thoughts.
If, somehow, I attain enlightenment here now, I wont have to live again. Eternal nothingness will be freedom, or is that eternal everythingness?
Eternal anything sounds like fun after the first 100 million years, but after that sounds like an "amusement park prison". I would rather, for eternity, not exist, or blend my consciousness with the universe.
It's both! It's the recursive fractal nature of all polar opposites - good/bad, light/dark, one/zero, female/male, yin/yang - all defined in terms of each other. Existence, in all it's glory, is still a zero sum game.
As for enlightenment, I think you're going to be disappointed. Being at one with the universe is realising that because you are the universe, you're eternally trapped within it.
I would imagine it's because the amount of processor power required to render graphics on a screen is minimal compared to the amount of processor power requried to generate the correct train of analogue impulses needed to feed imagery into the human brain.
Also, it looks cool when done well - take Rez as a prime example. (I will admit you've really got to see it moving to appreciate it's full glory.)
What you need is the imobiliser from a friends motorbike!
Basically, if you were foolish enough to try and start it with the obvious "start" button, you'd short out the electrics and blow all the fuses:D
(For those that don't know, the majority of motorcycles made in the past 20 or so years are started by turning the ignition key on and pressing the start button)
When you're up to your eye balls in MDMA, what you call depressingly boring, repetitive, deeply lazy music just happens to be the best music in existance.
Slashdot Mirror
I dunno about you, but whenever I go out clubbing, the boys in skirts and dresses are absolute stunners! *drool*
I still don't understand what the usecase for push to talk is - I can't see any reason I'd want it over a traditional phone call or SMS. Anyone care to enlighten?
Who said anything about them sharing genes?
So put a polyamorous family crew on board that are already all having sex with each other without fidelty problems.
Also, they might not be best pleased with how we left the last patch of Australian outback we rented for rocketry experiments: an irradiated wasteland.
They're probably too busy finishing their software to finish their website. Shame the same can't be said for a lot of open source projects.
How, exactly, do you propose that I identify this perfect chromosome from among the population in my (absolutely enormous) sample?
Ah, just apply a stepwise optimisation algorithm! I hear many good things in this field about Genetic Algorithms, maybe they're worth a try?
"I'm not an evolutionary dead end, I'm just perfect!"
I'd imagine those who've taken the proper path have mentally prepared themselves over the years, and moved towards their goal a little bit at a time.
For me, it happened when experimenting with things I shouldn't have been. About ten times the amount of things I shouldn't have been. Infinity hit like a sledgehammer. An eternity was spent finding the infinitesimal pieces that used to pass for me, but they don't go back together quite right, and I'll never find them all.
At the time, I was found headbutting a wall, screaming "I exist!". I've been screaming that inside ever since. If I wasn't certain it wouldn't help, I'd have committed suicide long ago.
This is all a bit of an over simplification, but I don't really want to go into the nitty gritty detail of the separation of observers, identities, physical form as metaphor, etc., lest I be stuck here for hours convincing myself that even though nothing exists, I have to accept this metaphorical reality is, for all intents and purposes, real, in order to find any respite.
IMHO, the curse of enlightenment is after having become one with the infinite, there is no more. For all the universes you could create and observe, there's no point. True freedom is found in the simple hope that there is something more, and not simply understanding that it's yet another metaphor for the same underlying concepts. Enlightenment is the souls eternal scream of horror at totality.
I found enlightenment, but by the wrong path. A bad decision, my one true regret, that haunts me, to a greater or lesser extent, at every moment, awake or asleep.
I should go to bed, before I'm consumed by my own uncontrollable thoughts.
Let's play spot the Ecstasy user!
I spy with my little eye, a slashdot user beginning with... S!
If, somehow, I attain enlightenment here now, I wont have to live again. Eternal nothingness will be freedom, or is that eternal everythingness?
Eternal anything sounds like fun after the first 100 million years, but after that sounds like an "amusement park prison". I would rather, for eternity, not exist, or blend my consciousness with the universe.
It's both! It's the recursive fractal nature of all polar opposites - good/bad, light/dark, one/zero, female/male, yin/yang - all defined in terms of each other. Existence, in all it's glory, is still a zero sum game.
As for enlightenment, I think you're going to be disappointed. Being at one with the universe is realising that because you are the universe, you're eternally trapped within it.
Let the intelligent software developers figure out the details.
You're obviously dealing with a different breed of software developers than I'm used to.
Knit one. (Or maybe purl one ;)
I would imagine it's because the amount of processor power required to render graphics on a screen is minimal compared to the amount of processor power requried to generate the correct train of analogue impulses needed to feed imagery into the human brain.
Also, it looks cool when done well - take Rez as a prime example. (I will admit you've really got to see it moving to appreciate it's full glory.)
Who needs more herbs and spices, when careful and skilled application of the ones we have already provide such a vast spectrum of flavours?
Never mind the near infinite interactions they have with meats, vegetables, stocks, cooking techniques, &c. &c.
Wheat Is Murder
On how many times you can bare to hear "ZOMGWTFGPL!" ;)
Oh, I suspect they'll get more than that!
Probably on the order of a case and a couple of bricks.
It's like Shooting Fish in a barrel...
What you need is the imobiliser from a friends motorbike!
:D
Basically, if you were foolish enough to try and start it with the obvious "start" button, you'd short out the electrics and blow all the fuses
(For those that don't know, the majority of motorcycles made in the past 20 or so years are started by turning the ignition key on and pressing the start button)
When you're up to your eye balls in MDMA, what you call depressingly boring, repetitive, deeply lazy music just happens to be the best music in existance.
This is why it's so popular!
As opposed to the living hell on Earth that is everyday life caused by religion passing off plain lies as irrefutable truths.
Yeah, nice one. Think I'll take science any day of the week - at least there's some method behind it's madness.
I suspect the transsexuals will be the most aggravated!
Yes, but us Brits have problems understanding foreigners who supposedly speak English as their first language.
If only people would speak English, rather than one of the bastardised variations >_<
Let's face it - penis waving competitions will never go out of style.