Author: Karel Kerezman

  • The Interconnectedness Of All Things

    First, a disclaimer. I am not all that widely read on the subjects contained in this entry. Most of this is probably obvious to anyone with more than a passing familiarity with higher physics. I’m only setting this down “in print” to get it out of my system, seeing as how I’m all fired up by my little leap of logic.

    Okay, we got that out of the way. On with the show.

    Analogies can both help and hinder understanding. Take the following: “Every action causes ripples like a rock dropped in a pond.” It’s true that actions have consequences, but we also know that those ripples vanish and are absorbed by rough waters.

    The proponents of “chaos theory” like to use another analogy, that of the butterfly. The idea is that a butterfly flaps its wings in one part of the world, and as a result a hurricane strikes somewhere else some time later. This particular analogy has always bothered me, but I couldn’t articulate why until this morning when I kicked a pebble off the road.

    I asked myself, “How could kicking a pebble, the equivalent of a butterfly flapping its wings, possibly do anything to the world at large?”

    Yes, I get most of my best thinking done while I’m walking outdoors.

    It’s all about scale, and how events of one scale interact with objects of another. The idea that every small event affects everything else regardless of scale is absurd. A better way to look at it is as if there were layers of interaction.

    My pebble didn’t do anything to the world at large. In its own layer, nothing important changed. It didn’t strike another pebble or anything like that. One could argue that the pebble’s layer is completely inconsequential, but that’s a topic for another entry.

    In the layer “up” from the pebble’s own, nothing important happened because I kicked it. Had the pebble been instead thrown at a glass object, that could have set off a chain of events at the human-sized layer. The same would be true had it struck an animal or a person. At that point my action, having affected a lower layer (that of the pebble), would have then affected objects in my own. Still nothing of hurricane proportions, since it’s unlikely that I could precipitate anything on the scale of, say, a war just by hitting somebody with a pebble. I don’t operate at the global level.

    Thinking “down” for a moment, the microbes that crawl on the pebble’s surface have been relocated, for better or worse. Perhaps they could mutate into the next ebola virus because of the change of lighting or interaction with microbes in their new location… but that seems staggeringly unlikely.

    This is all fairly straightforward and even obvious. It still gives me some insight into human social and political interaction. As I just mentioned, I don’t operate a level that gives my actions the kind of global consequences that a statesman’s can. This works both ways, however.

    Explain voter apathy. It’s easy, really. People talk about how nothing really changes no matter who we elect. That’s not actually true, but it’s effectively true. The politicians are at a different layer from the common folk. (I leave it to better minds than mine to decide if it’s a higher or lower one. In truth, it’s that the layers aren’t stacked vertically at all. This is just another example of an analogy falling apart on closer inspection.)

    Most of the actions of our elected officials mean nothing to most of us. Some affect everyone, many affect few. The more layers separate us from them, the less likely a given action will touch us in any meaningful way.

    All of this could be thought of as “stating the problem.” Once you grasp the idea that not every action affects objects universally, however, you can start to look at ways to maximise the effects of specific actions. The common sense notions of choosing your battles wisely, letting go of problems about which you can’t affect change, and focusing your energies on achievable results all come into play.

    We also realize that some actions are just outright stupid. Deliberately puking on the steps of a government building probably won’t put a stop to war, for instance. Nor will praying really hard. Let’s put it this way: Millions of people prayed for peace. We still went to war. Was the praying a bad idea? Maybe not, but a better use of that energy might have been sincere, well-planned lobbying. Perhaps.

    It’s not that I think I have the solution to achieving social change and making the world a better place. What I think I’ve found, though, is a tool to help make better choices about the methods used. Conversely, I like to think that if more people understood this idea then they’d stop believing that little, silly things can be responsible for all the world’s troubles, or put a stop to them.

    Because clipping billions of butterflies’ wings won’t put an end to hurricanes.

  • Phrases for the office

    Thank you, Jen, for a succinct list of useful office phrases.

    And yes, I’ll be checking the master taglines file to see if any of these are missing…

  • Past, Present, Future – Round Ten

    Ten weeks of this? And we haven’t all gotten bored yet? Incredible.

    PAST: The connection between our brains and our mouths is supposed to be governed by a buffer of common sense and wisdom. Of course, that wisdom and sense are lacking when we’re young. Tell us about a golden moment when your pre-teen self said something you shouldn’t have, right in front of God and everybody.

    PRESENT: Our buffer is always an imperfect device. What was the last time you slipped and fell on your own tongue, as it were?

    FUTURE: Flipping the coin for a moment, think about something you’d really like to say to somebody, some day when you can get away with it (last day on the job, for instance). And, of course, you have to tell us about it. You can obscure the names and locations as much as you like, however, to protect the guilty.

    There you have it, another round done and gone. Leave a comment if you choose to answer it here or on your own site, please! And as always, the return link is http://greyduck.net/ppf which will always point to the most current entry.

    And I really will get my answers to this and the previous two done up soon. I promise, by the end of the weekend, unless the big earthquake hits and Portland is flattened. Honest.

  • Low-gravity environment produces art.

    Via AccordionGuy, we have an air bubble suspended in a water droplet attached to a leaf. Afterward, we learn a few things.
    It could only happen in space

  • Just a little bit about me, and about my kids.

    I wrote up a large-ish posting for one of the 3WA forums, then realized it would be perfect journal fodder. So here you go:

    I’ve always been your basic easily-amused borderline-immature type. Why, just the other day I scored 69% pure on a 500-question purity test. Oh, the irony!

    Spoonerisms (“scooter crew,” mwahahaha!) have always been part of my stock in trade, as are cheap puns and sex-based humor. Making fun of road signs and reader boards is a hobby. (On the side of a U-Haul building, where an “H” had gone missing: “Custom Itches.” Priceless.)

    And then I became a father. And my children learned to speak. And life became ever so much more amusing!

    We call them chipmunks, by the way, not farts. No, I don’t remember how that started.

    I honestly, truly believe that my ability to act silly with my kids and bring out the silliness in them is my strongest parental skill. Let’s face it, my wife and I are both scarred survivors of childhood, having been unpopular introverted types. It’s painfully obvious that our son is a true child of ours, and so we are doing everything in our power to give him the confidence (and sense of humor) to help him survive what will unquestionably be his toughest years. Encouraging the responsible use of his remarkable powers of comedy is part of that preparation.

    (In the past six months, I don’t think I’ve gotten the last word in. Not once. He’s ten years old and already funnier than his dad. I try to contain my jealousy…)

    As for the little girl… we don’t know where she came from or how. She’s one of those instant charmers, a naturally gifted social goddess who has almost no enemies but creates enemies among those who vie for her favors. She’s nine going on fifteen. Whee.

    This has wandered wildly OT, but let me try to get back to the point.

    Among the dozens of silly names and games are Meep and Koosh, being a finger to the tip of the nose and a flat hand on the top of the head respectively. Random meeps and kooshes are part of the repertoire of affection in our household.

    And then one day my daughter, the one who had never before shown signs of incipient comedic chops, got her hands on the Nerf “baseball bat,” bopped me on the top of the head with it and announced, “I am the Exe-Koosh-ener!”

    I couldn’t see for the tears in my eyes after that one. Ah, was ever a father more proud of his progeny?
    You’re so Immature!

  • Mari’s Meme, “What would you do for?”

    So here’s my answers to Mari’s “What would you do for”:

    1 US Dollar – Say anything to the person giving me the dollar.

    10 US Dollars – Say almost anything to some other person.

    100 US Dollars – “You just bought yourself four hours of prime Grade-A tech support, my friend.”

    1,000 US Dollars – Shave my head bald.

    10,000 US Dollars – Wear a funny costume and stand in Pioneer Courthouse Square singing a bawdy ballad at the top of my lungs.

    100,000 US Dollars – Wear nothing and stand in… well, you get the idea.

    1,000,000 US Dollars – Tech support and odd jobs for life for you and your friends.

    10,000,000 US Dollars – Move anywhere in the world and do the odd job tech support gig.

    I could probably have come up with better answers, but it’s late and I’m distracted. So there. And in half an hour, the PPF cometh…