Month: April 2003

  • I always knew I was going to hell…

    Doesn’t this sound like a nice place to spend one’s afterlife…

    Sixth Level of Hell – The City of Dis

    You approach Satan’s wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.

    The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell – The City of Dis!
    Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

    Level Score
    Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low
    Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Very Low
    Level 2 (Lustful) Very High
    Level 3 (Gluttonous) Moderate
    Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Low
    Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Very High
    Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) Extreme
    Level 7 (Violent) High
    Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) High
    Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) High

    Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test

    Thanks (?) to Mari for leading us to eternal suffering…

  • Date Night!

    We almost didn’t have a babysitter, but in the end things worked out so Wendi and I could go on our “dinner and a movie” date.

    Dinner was Chang’s, but before we went to the restaurant I suggested stopping in at Jantzen Beach “mall” (boy, has that place dried up) to track down the game-trading store that Qwest’s website insisted was present. Nope, but there’s a very neat hobby store that Wendi and I strolled through very, very slowly… yum.

    After we gorged ourselves at Chang’s (again, yum) we decided that since neither of us had any better ideas we’d just head for the theater and see what we could find. Of the three movies Wendi wanted to see, the only one I found appealing was Bulletproof Monk.

    Here’s the short review, since it’s not worth the full treatment: Overall a light, fun little movie, doesn’t take itself too seriously, but plays it straight and cool except for the really campy bits (mainly anything involving the Nazis), but when it’s over you’ve had a good time. This one’s a rental, not one to own.

    I’ll close with a silly phrase I came up with while wandering around Jantzen Beach “Mall.”

    Much like there is no ‘I’ in ‘team,’ there is also no ‘Y’ in ‘love.’

    Pithy, wot?

  • It’s been a while…

    Found… damned near everywhere, so I won’t bother linking.



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  • 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.