Ed Whitten
(11th. Dimension)
(11th. Dimension)
Mr. Rogers
(Neighborhood)
(Neighborhood)
Michael Feigenbaum
(Chaos)
(Chaos)
Mau Piailug
(Navigation)
(Navigation)
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CONCEPTUAL COMPASS
(Or as Camus might say, "the eternal present")
(Or as Camus might say, "the eternal present")
Intuitive Notion
March 20, 2007 Pot Poury
All I wanted was a simple example for my section on haints. Just a straight forward run of the mill metaphor depicting somewhere between the believers, who treat unusual or unexplained events as being the product of some higher level of organization accessible only by a chosen few or some labyrinthine ritual of enlightenment; and the sceptics, who treat everything outside their scientific knowledge as being either a scam or nonexistent. I remembered having seen something on television about some pacific natives who found their way from island to island by the shape of the waves, so I asked Google to look them up for me. Found them. [Without metaphors, even bad ones, I would be unable to communicate.] So I drove up to this Polynesian McDonalds intending to order a Big Mac and fries and be on my way, but the lovely island princess at the drive up window handed me a five star menu, a veritable intuitive cornucopia. Pontificating Paused-- Studying Safari Started. Haints 2 is still on the stove and will be delivered, but this stuff is far too interesting to pass over lightly.
Among the many opportunities the Internet provides is the ability to present oneself as a total lie-- claim to be anybody you choose, no one can tell. And also the opportunity to be totally candid and honest about things one would not express outside the anonymity of a benign monitor. I am disappointed and disillusioned by my rate of production on my site, so this is my uncomfortably self-conscious explanation. A number of years ago, while stopped behind other cars in downtown Boulder, a driver-with-head-up-ass crashed into the rear of my car and changed my life forever. Minor Traumatic Brain Injury they called it. Two years later the insurance companies argued that since I still tested above the Mensa threshold, I could not be permanently damaged. Even some of my closest friends told me there was nothing wrong with my brain. But I knew. And fortunately my doctors, and eventually the jury, knew. Most of my brain still (allowing for age) works as well, or as erroneously if you insist, as it did before. What I can no longer do is multi-task (no one seems to miss my arrogant former claim that "golly, one simply has to have something to think about when talking to others"). One thought at a time. And distractibility, which severely limits my ability to write for extended periods. Other than that, how did you like the play, Mrs. Lincoln?
In addition to Jim's Unified Field Theory of Banana Noticing, I want to introduce another technical term. This one is called the Mr. Rogers Theorem, and it is about, you guessed it, conceptual neighborhoods. And while I am at it, I decided that I would post a demonstration of the process I am going through to decide what I want to say about intuition (and haints, which is beginning to look like a classic case of bait and switch). One question to which I believe I have reached a final answer is this. Should one learn to trust one's intuition? To which I answer, "Hell no! But, when your intuition speaks, you would do well to pay attention." So my intuition jumped up on its private soapbox and said:
No there ain't no god, or higher beings or knowledge. And no there ain't no clairvoyants or telekinetics or ghosts. But there are sometimes real events that happen outside our range of perceptions, and that can't be explained by any of our physical laws.
The following graphic is something I dreamed up based on a mental construct that is at the heart of the Polynesian Navigation System, which I will speak to in Haints 2 , and about which Google will enlighten you immediately if you but ask. The modern term for the construct is Star Compass, and it is a cognitive picture of a 360 degree circle marked with the rising and settings points of selected stars. The navigator visualizes himself at the center of the compass in real time. I am a little hesitant to post the graphic because I think it is a little hokey- - but what the hell, it's only the Internet.
All I wanted was a simple example for my section on haints. Just a straight forward run of the mill metaphor depicting somewhere between the believers, who treat unusual or unexplained events as being the product of some higher level of organization accessible only by a chosen few or some labyrinthine ritual of enlightenment; and the sceptics, who treat everything outside their scientific knowledge as being either a scam or nonexistent. I remembered having seen something on television about some pacific natives who found their way from island to island by the shape of the waves, so I asked Google to look them up for me. Found them. [Without metaphors, even bad ones, I would be unable to communicate.] So I drove up to this Polynesian McDonalds intending to order a Big Mac and fries and be on my way, but the lovely island princess at the drive up window handed me a five star menu, a veritable intuitive cornucopia. Pontificating Paused-- Studying Safari Started. Haints 2 is still on the stove and will be delivered, but this stuff is far too interesting to pass over lightly.
Among the many opportunities the Internet provides is the ability to present oneself as a total lie-- claim to be anybody you choose, no one can tell. And also the opportunity to be totally candid and honest about things one would not express outside the anonymity of a benign monitor. I am disappointed and disillusioned by my rate of production on my site, so this is my uncomfortably self-conscious explanation. A number of years ago, while stopped behind other cars in downtown Boulder, a driver-with-head-up-ass crashed into the rear of my car and changed my life forever. Minor Traumatic Brain Injury they called it. Two years later the insurance companies argued that since I still tested above the Mensa threshold, I could not be permanently damaged. Even some of my closest friends told me there was nothing wrong with my brain. But I knew. And fortunately my doctors, and eventually the jury, knew. Most of my brain still (allowing for age) works as well, or as erroneously if you insist, as it did before. What I can no longer do is multi-task (no one seems to miss my arrogant former claim that "golly, one simply has to have something to think about when talking to others"). One thought at a time. And distractibility, which severely limits my ability to write for extended periods. Other than that, how did you like the play, Mrs. Lincoln?
In addition to Jim's Unified Field Theory of Banana Noticing, I want to introduce another technical term. This one is called the Mr. Rogers Theorem, and it is about, you guessed it, conceptual neighborhoods. And while I am at it, I decided that I would post a demonstration of the process I am going through to decide what I want to say about intuition (and haints, which is beginning to look like a classic case of bait and switch). One question to which I believe I have reached a final answer is this. Should one learn to trust one's intuition? To which I answer, "Hell no! But, when your intuition speaks, you would do well to pay attention." So my intuition jumped up on its private soapbox and said:
No there ain't no god, or higher beings or knowledge. And no there ain't no clairvoyants or telekinetics or ghosts. But there are sometimes real events that happen outside our range of perceptions, and that can't be explained by any of our physical laws.
The following graphic is something I dreamed up based on a mental construct that is at the heart of the Polynesian Navigation System, which I will speak to in Haints 2 , and about which Google will enlighten you immediately if you but ask. The modern term for the construct is Star Compass, and it is a cognitive picture of a 360 degree circle marked with the rising and settings points of selected stars. The navigator visualizes himself at the center of the compass in real time. I am a little hesitant to post the graphic because I think it is a little hokey- - but what the hell, it's only the Internet.
Keep in mind that this is based on the star compass of the navigators, which, unless you are already familiar with it, you don't know about yet. But never mind. So I have this intuitive notion about the nature of existence. I want to explore my ideas further to determine whether they make sense, so I "journey" toward that intuition. The larger star in the middle of the circle represents me in real time. The four folks around the circle, Whiten, Rogers, Feigenbaum and Pailug represent data sources on the conceptual horizon. with which I am familiar and trust. My progress is influenced by various bits of information from these, and other, sources. [Not intended to represent N,S,E, W, but simply data sources on the horizon that I am most comfortable with. In keeping with the construct one might imagine that there are 356 other data sources that might influence the direction of my thoughts, but that would exceed the speed limit of my noticing capacity.] There are, of course, some cardinal rules that must be followed in order to make the journey successful. Your course, represented by the black line, will shift directions in response to whatever "forces" you encounter. Don't try to resist them, and don't ignore them. Remember which direction they move you and how far. If other "forces" AKA "the neighborhood" continue to move you in that same direction, it may well be that you won't end up where your intuition first indicated. Don't worry, as long as you remain focused and in real time, you will arrive at a destination that meets your needs. [ Your final reality, within societal limits, has nothing to do with the Real Reality which may not really exist, and even if it does and you found it, nobody will believe you have it and they don't.]
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I don't rent space on my site. And except under the conditions specified in my legal disclaimer, I am not looking for money, so I have nothing for sale, including my opinion. But the web site machine I use is SiteSpinner, and it is fantastic! I am much better qualified to perform an appendectomy (after all, I was a corpsman in the Air Force forty years ago) than to write a decent line of code. Of course don't measure the capabilities of the program by my site, I don't make use of most of the functions available. And their on line, damn near real time tech help is the very best there is. Cheez, try to get help within six months from IE or McAfee. In conjunction with Ihost, these folks sure make my trip on the Internet Express not only possible, but a real joy. Thanks Folks.
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