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Sometimes I wonder if an Eskimo girl would wear a pink finger ring while listening to Irish folk music while traveling between Mombasa and Easter Island for a conference about mouses who wear green umbrellas.
When I'm away from electronics, sometimes I feel like my mind is being hijacked by a shitload of information. In those moments, I feel very tiresome. Most of the time, I wander to the most recent thing that I do.
- On interstellar travel, and how completely bonkers it would be to ride on a steadily-degrading spaceship for a decade, with just enough fuel to stop when you get there, and no more. And what it might take to get our civilization to care enough to try (seems like a terrible calamity is the only way).
- I firmly believe that there is a sequence of words that, if constructed properly for an individual, (perhaps even less than 1000 words), would convince anyone of anything. I try to think of short sequences of very-convincing arguments, mostly to no avail. I think about this a lot when politicians ramble on and on -- just not creative enough. I also think about this a lot when people talk about why they believe something, and I try to see why it is so convincing to them.
- The future of robotics and AI. This one I think about a ton. That future is biology, I'm afraid, but metal-bots will always have a place.
And, like chewz said below, I also have a list of projects I can bounce back to.
Usually it would float to tabletop concepts and whatnot, but lately I feel like I've been stricken with some serious intrusive thoughts and anxiety and now I find it floats to death and mortality (the inevitability to be precise). It's honestly a huge issue, I've lost sleep some nights because of it. It's sort of changed how I structure things to try and keep myself busy, but if anyone has tips on coping with this le…
Sex, booze, sex, friends, sex,family, sex, books, sex, traveling, sex, science, sex, art, sex, tech, sex, movies, sex, art, sex, sociology, sex, anthropology, sex, big problems of the humankind, sex. In that order. Sometimes I wonder if an Eskimo girl would wear a pink finger ring while listening to Irish folk music while traveling between Mombasa and Easter Island for a conference about mouses who wear green umbrell…
Something magical about that time. Now it's much quieter.
Sex, booze, sex, friends, sex,family, sex, books, sex, traveling, sex, science, sex, art, sex, tech, sex, movies, sex, art, sex, sociology, sex, anthropology, sex, big problems of the humankind, sex. In that order. Sometimes I wonder if an Eskimo girl would wear a pink finger ring while listening to Irish folk music while traveling between Mombasa and Easter Island for a conference about mouses who wear green umbrell…
Ontology! Since my earliest memories, my mind continuously wanders off to questions like, 'what is the nature of... things? What is the substance of... substance? What qualities of a thing can I think away, and still allow the thing part of it to remain behind?' For the longest time, as a kid, I was under the impression that it was the same for everyone, and that figuring these things out was what everyone was busy w…
I have been sailing 9 weeks non-stop from Ushuaia to Lisboa. No emails, phones, newspapers, books and the only laptop on board (for watching movies) got broken... It has been rough seas around Cape Horn but pretty smooth sailing later... Watching sunrise and sunsets, stars, clouds etc. The things that had started coming to my mind - like things long forgotten or put away and now coming back as fresh memories... Very…
Whoa, what a beautiful experience. You're doing what most of us dream of doing :) Interesting that, in the absence of stimuli, old memories begin to surface.
May I ask how old you are?
Also, perhaps not that unrelated, escaping into fantasy worlds, usually the last thing I read.
Some times I make my own, and set stories in them.