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    Friday, July 18th, 2008
    the_gretal
    5:04p
    My neighbor just payed $260 to get a stray cat off the roof, where it has apparently been for 5 days. We suck sometimes, but overall, humans are a beautiful species.

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    graydancer
    5:01p
    Lee with Yellow Bridge.
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    3:40p
    Art cars
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    graydancer
    3:37p
    The sashimi tabernace choir
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    Passionandsoul will have a video of the animatronics of this car. It's Busby Berkeley meets Red Lobster.

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    graydancer
    3:14p
    I don't care much for this kind of art..
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    tacit
    3:12p
    Some thoughts on death
    So a couple of days ago, [info]joreth, David, and I went to see the movie "Hancock."

    This isn't actually a post about the movie; it's a post about transhumanism, human dignity, and the inevitability of death. Hang on for a bit; I'll get to that, I promise.

    The movie is surprisingly good. I expected a kind of "Airplane!"-esque send-up of superhero movies, but that's not what it is at all. It's a thoughtful, and in some places surprisingly sweet, story. And it does something I've never seen a superhero movie do before; it makes characters with superhuman abilities (flying, immunity to bullets, super strength, all the usual ones) human.

    One interesting twist is that the main character, Hancock, never ages.



    And that's pretty cool. In fact, I'd take a write-off on all the other superhero powers for that one. Which is good, because it's the only superhero power that doesn't violate those pesky laws of physics, and the only superhero power we're actually getting close to in the real world.

    To me, the value in this seems like a no-brainer. And yet, the majority--by large margin--of folks I talk to don't want it. And I find hat kind of interesting.




    When i talk about living forever, most of the people I talk to, at least outside the transhumanist community, react with varying degrees of shock and horror. "But why would you want to do that?" is the most common response, by a mile.

    Now, it seems to me the answer to this question is intuitively obvious to the most casual observer. Before I go into that, though, I think it's probably a good idea to clear up what "live forever" means. That phrase can sound a bit scary, and seems to carry connotations of a kind of involuntary immortality to many folks.

    When I talk about "immortality," perhaps it would be better to say that I think death should be optional. I'm not talking about forcing people to live who don't want to; I'm talking about changing the inevitability of death. Death should be an option to folks who want it, but it should not be compulsory.

    I think that I may stop talking about "immortality" and instead start talking about "making death optional." It might address some of the mental images that "immortality" conjures up with respect to a burdensome and unwanted life.

    It's also important to make clear that I'm talking about healthy life, as well. Any reasonable approach to solving the problem of death begins with solving the problem of aging. Life extension as an ever-increasing period of enfeeblement is a non-starter. For the purposes of radical longevity, what I'm talking about is a cessation of aging such that human beings have an indefinite lifespan with no upper limit, and that we will spend that time in healthy, strong bodies.




    This kind of immortality, a life where people simply don't age, is not the same thing as superhero, immune-to-bullets-and-everything immortality. If we solve aging, which is a biological process that operates like all other biological processes and is therefore subject to change, that's what we will have.

    As it stands now, we stop self-repairing and start falling apart in our mid 20s, and it's all downhill from there. Conquering aging means keeping the physical strength and health of a 20something indefinitely. Which, honestly, doesn't seem like a bad deal to me.

    A person immune to the ravages of old age would still not be immune to death; accident, violence, and other misadventure is perfectly capable of ending even a 25-year-old's life. It simply means that person no longer has a cap on the maximum time he can live, if he so chooses.

    And that's really what it's all about. Choice.

    Right now, we have no choice. The maximum possible human lifespan is somewhere around 120 years, if we make it that far, and that's it.

    This has been the reality of human existence for a very long time, and we've built entire philosophies around that reality. "Death gives life meaning," we're told. (What a load of rubbish! If I burn down your house, is that destruction the only thing that gives your house value?) "Death provides dignity," we're told. (Nonsense; decrepitude and death are among the least dignified parts of our existence. It is our choices, our freedom to make ourselves what we choose, that informs our dignity and our value. Anything which reduces our freedom to choose for ourselves what we want to be, including the inevitability of death, reduces human dignity.)




    If you go into the doctor's office, and he tells you that you have a bacterial infection, which will slowly grow progressively worse until it kills you painfully, then offers you an antibiotic pill that will completely eradicate the infection, I bet you'll take it. Even if you don't fancy the thought of living forever.

    There's an important point in that. Even folks who don't much want to live forever still probably don't want to die today. Or tomorrow. Someday, perhaps, if that "someday" is held in the abstract; some future time when things no longer seem interesting. But not today.

    And that's the point. A solution for aging puts the power to choose in your hands. Old age forces your hand; you don't get the choice to see your grandkids graduate from school, or to celebrate your fiftieth anniversary...the choice is made for you. And I don't see how that benefits anyone.




    Now, some people have asked me why I would even want an extended lifespan in the first place. "Wouldn't you get bored?" I've been asked. "Wouldn't you eventually become too depressed at seeing everyone close to you die?"

    The second question is easy. Presumably, if medical tech existed that could stop me from aging, it could stop the people around me from aging too.

    The first question is a bit more baffling. Bored? With all the things going on in the world, all the time, who would ever be bored?



    I think there's an idea lurking in the subtext of that objection; namely, the sense that the future is just like the present, only longer.

    Which is silly. One only needs to look at how much American society has changed in the last century to see that isn't true. Within the lifetime of folks still alive today, we've gone from a largely agrarian society to a post-industrial society, with detours through powered flight, manned space exploration, and widespread electrification. A person born in 1900, in a one-room house with a dirt floor, has seen the advent of industrialization, the popularization of the automobile, manned moon landings, the taming of Niagra Falls, and the iPhone.

    Who has time to be bored?




    And that aint nothin'. Technology today, as interesting as it is, isn't qualitatively different from the technology of the Victorians. We still make stuff by starting with a bloody great lump of stuff and whacking bits off, pounding, molding, stamping, cutting, and otherwise hacking away at the stuff until all that's left is the bits we want.

    Which is a wasteful, inefficient way to go about doing it. Smacks of stone knives and bearskins, really.

    But what we're closing in on is the ability to make stuff from the ground up, one atom at a time. And when that happens...jackpot.

    Windows made of diamond (because carbon is cheap and easy to work with). Skyscrapers grown from a single metal crystal. Efficiency which allows the entire world, including those parts of it currently mired on poverty, to live at the same standard of living as us decadent Westerners, without imposing additional burdens on the earth's resources or energy supply. Molecular assembly changes the name of the game completely.

    Who has time to be bored?

    And with that comes changes to all the assumptions we make about the Way Things Work. Many of the objections to improved longevity rest on assumptions that aren't necessarily going to be valid in thefuture; you can't anticipate the future by projecting current truths on it.

    "But what about overpopulation?" I'm asked. Well, what about it? There's a close connection between population growth and technological sophistication; post-agrarian societies have lower population growth than agrarian societies, because children are no longer needed to work the farms and care for enfeebled elders.

    "But don't we have to die to make room for the next generation?" I'm asked. No, we don't, and thank you very much for implying that my life, and your life, and the lives of all the people who are here today are worth less than the theoretical lives of people who don't even exist yet.

    "But won't longer life put more strain on the earth's resources?" I'm asked. This assumes a continuation of the exponential population growth, when even now in the United States we actually have negative population growth, with immigration being what keeps the sum total population increasing. As lifespan increases, birth rate decreases; and, as I said before, nanotech manufacturing offers high standard of living with dramatically smaller environmental costs.

    And if you find all that implausible, imagine what a person born in 1900 would say about owning a device that fits in your pocket, lets you talk to anyone in the world, and uses a network of satellites placed in earth orbit by rockets to help you find the easiest way to drive from your house to your friend's house on the other side of the country.




    Why do I want to live forever? Because things now are better than they were in 1900, and things in 1900 were better than they were in 1462. Because the future is an interesting place, and I want to see it. Because death should be optional, not mandatory. Because the encroachment of old age and death is the ultimate insult to human dignity. Because we are the part of the universe capable of understanding itself, and that means that every single one of us has incalculable value. Because every death is a tragedy, and we have lost sight of that. And in the end, because I see us not for what we are now, but for what we have the potential to become, and we have potential that is beautiful beyond all imagination.
    luvbight
    2:09p
    Test iPhone post
    One of my favorite PA roadsigns...hey it's great to have a lover, but here you only get sex once a night.
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    graydancer
    12:33p
    Lee, my Scrapple Brother
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    graydancer
    12:26p
    Breakfast in Baltimore with Klawdya
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    8:31a
    jayodee
    8:28a
    How to Tie Rope Panties by TKB!
    katestine 10:57a
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    The PT god claims marginal leg strength will help my hiking skill at least as much as a short hike this wknd. What sayest thou?
    graydancer
    10:06a
    News From Baltimore
    The car accident was recoverable - my back hurt a lot yesterday, and thankfully not as much today (I was expecting it to get a lot worse). Still a stiff neck, and there's a muscle in the mid lumbar left side of my back that is still not happy, but I'm taking it very easy (with the happy reminders of [info]passionandsoul  and Klawdya to keep me in line). Punzel was absolutely the best friend I could have asked for - this accident threw her finely-tuned schedule into disarray, but she never murmured a word about it, concentrating on making sure I didn't push through and hurt my back worse (as I would have been wont to do in earlier times).

    A word here about Julius, our host in Philly: he's a great guy, intelligent, fun, stable, and just looking at his books, movies, and games makes me think of about 15 single geekophiliacs who would swoon over him. He's going to begin to volunteer at the Black Phoenix Dungeon (soon to be featured on the Ropecast) and not that I'd be the kind of guy to pimp out his friends, but...well, yes I would. In fact, this love song is for him:



    Here in Baltimore I made my way to the Load of Fun Gallery, home of the Erotic Art Festival. Hung out at the Artiste's reception, enjoying especially the company of the "Domiknitrix", who talked crocheting and fibers with me as we finished untangling the rope dress from Cincinnati. Tonight I'm going to tie her in a net to fit over her knitted mermaid costume, and possibly more.

    I've also had the pleasure of seeing [info]ravenssword on the wall of the gallery in a couple of places, courtesy of [info]instantexpert's photos. It's neat seeing the usual suspects - Jim Duvall, for example - as well as finding some new really frikkin' hot photos and sculptures.

    [info]passionandsoul and [info]ayem_willing arrived later that day, and they were invaluable in helping Klawdya and I fine-tune (and alter, due to back problems) our planned performance (video coming soon). Ayem had to leave early this morning, but we three are going off to find breakfast soon, then just chill until call tonight. Maybe catch Mongol, which is showing around the corner (I'm saving Dark Knight for an IMAX experience).

    The trip continues to be one that has unexpected blessings at every turn, in terms of people, job opportunities, but most of all in personal growth. In a lot of ways this has been the final stage of what Thomas Moore calls the "dark night of the soul", and as I feel the detritus of the past sloughing off, I'm really liking the look of these shiny dark new wings.

    Never one to hoard blessings, here's a couple for you (sort of work-safe, but not really. Bondage cheesecake at the very least.) They're from the ART of Rita, so if you didn't sign up as a sponsor, sorry, this is all you'll get.



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    Current Music: Goody Two Shoes by Adam Ant
    fd_midori
    6:46a
    Bye bye Tigger
    Last night, we spent the evening on the sofa. Grrr got up on the sofa to her favorite spot on her own and we joined her. Sat and played Wii CSI with her between us. Yoshi was hiding. She knew. King David was unusually calm and mellow and just hung around us. G came over and said bye to her.
    She ambled off the bed and weakly made her own way down to the bedroom.
    K carried her in to bed for an early evening. She settled on her/my pillow between us. She purred purred purred.
    Eventually I fell asleep.

    Kelly woke me up. I scrambled up and got in to K's bathrobe, which she never gets to wear because I hog it - like Grr with my pillow.
    Tigger had gotten up around 4:30am, on her own and made her way out to the hall. K picked her up and took her to her water / food to see if that's what she wanted. Then she tried to make her way back to the litter box.
    Dignified to her very end.
    We called the house-call vet that could put her down at home.

    She took a really bad down turn suddenly. Things were hurting. She crawled under the bed a while. Then into my arms on the floor where she laid her head on my wrist. Things were hurting her. She was a bit scared. She yoweled. I talked to her non stop and told her of my memories of her. We think it calmed her.
    Just around 6am she died, quietly, in my arms. No more pain.

    She had nearly 17 years with very little medical issues (a bit of kidney stone in her middle age, easily remidied with diet. Fleas that Yoshi brought in when we adopted her, again, easily remidied). She had a cush life (at least I did everything I could for that.) She hated the stepcats but eventually got used to them. She spent her full day and night at home, in her favorite spots, getting to decide what she wanted to do, sleep with Mommy and Daddy and die is their care and arms. No dying in a cage, afraid and lonely.

    I wonder if she heard that I didn't want her to die while I was in London?
    I'm going to be really really sad now, but I won't be worrying about her health or of K's well-being as she cared for Grrr.

    The other kids know. Yoshi in particular, as she went through Sasha's death.

    We're now off to the Vets to take Grrr's body for cremation.

    Then I have to buck-up and pack and all that and get on a plane to London. I think I'll take a box of tissues with me.

    I love the Grrr. Still do. K loves the Grrr too.
    no more pain. just energy back to the cosmos.
    cunningminx
    7:44a
    So much pain
    Ugh. My stomach isn't happy since 4:00 a.m. Can't stand or lie down. Sitting and groaning only option.

    Current Mood: sick
    katestine
    7:46a
    Kate reads the 2008 Hugo nominees
    I saw an ad asking people to vote for "Memorare" for a Hugo, and was curious what the competition was, since I liked it so much. As with the Nebulas, it's up against "Fountain of Age" and "Stars Through Stone", but I like the other nominees better. Actually, overall, I liked the nominees in all the categories better. So.

    "All Seated on the Ground" is a first contact story, but manages to be funny and entertaining: I think I like it better than "Memorare" or "Fountain of Age" bc it is more amusing, but I still think "Memorare" should win. Maybe I should check out Connie Willis' other stories? "Recovering Apollo 8", the last of the novella nominees, is also excellent.

    Most of the novelettes were about math, oddly enough, and not in the good way. If I wanted to read math, I'd read Flatterland instead of "Dark Integers". "Glory" and "Finisterra" weren't bad per se, they just weren't the sort of thing I find engaging. Maybe Greg Egan isn't my bag. "The Merchant and the Alchemist's Gate" was just as entertaining on my third? reading. "The Cambist and Lord Iron: a Fairytale of Economics" was so good though, I want to read the rest of the short stories in the book: yes it's about economics, but it's very, very good and you should read it, maybe even if you don't like fantasy. I assume "Merchant" will win though.

    Of the short stories, I didn't much care for "Who's Afraid of Wolf 359?" I've been known to read some MilSF, but Elizabeth Bear's "Tideline" didn't do much for me - I'm noticing a distinct bifurcation of her stories that I like or don't like. If anyone wants to recommend where to start with her Promethean Age stories, I'll give those a whirl after I finish my current bolus of Francesca Lia Block. "A Small Room in Koboldtown" is worth a read if it comes your way. I thought "Last Contact" brought up some interesting ideas, but the form the author chose made some of the interactions feel a little off. I =loved= "Distant Replay" and can't recommend it highly enough if you like speculative fiction at all.

    Between "All Seated on the Ground", "The Cambist and Lord Iron", and "Distant Replay", I'm very glad I decided to read the Hugo nominees.
    katestine
    6:21a
    Just when I thought I was getting a handle on this baking thing...
    What makes butter explode in the microwave? 'cuz that's the second time I've had to clean the microwave this morning and it's getting old...

    Edit: Having now done it a third? fourth? time, I'm forced to confront the possibility I'm too dumb to make chocolate chip cookies.

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    the_gretal
    4:24a

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    Thursday, July 17th, 2008
    uniqueblog
    10:42p
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    6:25p
    jayodee
    6:25p
    Two Knotty Boys Back on the Ropes!
    Although the formal publishing date is still four months away (12/01/08), pre-sale copies of our book are now available on Amazon. Just as with the first book, our second book will be reasonably priced.

    A few notable stats:

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    p.s. Dan I are editing our newest YouTube video tonight and will post it soon!
    fd_midori
    5:07p
    sorry to have comments turned off
    I'm finding it enormously helpful to write about Tigger here but just don't quite have it to dialogue about her. I hope this makes sense. Just about anything sets me off on wailing and tears now.
    I'll be more communicative and open about her soon. In the mean time, thank you for the well wishes. Keep sending the good vibes so she can be comfortable. I'm grateful to have a place to write out my grieving.
    fd_midori
    4:04p
    Tigger's home... Bit of comfort for her.
    We brought her home.
    The vet was compasssionate. I can't imagine dealing with distraught pet parents all the time. (The vet bill was astronomical. This is causing some serious changes in my plans and priorities. sigh)

    She's camped at the water fountain / bowl. She's very thirsty and no interest in food. She's very weak.
    I leave for London tomorrow. I'm preparing myself to the fact that tonight may be my last night with her hogging my pillow - er her pillow I guess.
    K will be at home. She'll be caring for her, giving her meds, and may have to call the vet to our home when the time comes. I've been talking about Tigger's illness and my pain but it really sucks for her too. She's been great in supporting me. I'm a wreck.
    wreck
    wreck

    King David's sniffing Tigger.
    Yoshi is suspicious of all that's going on. She probably knows - she's the smartest cat we've ever met.

    lord I gotta get my act together enough to pack and get ready.
    The show must go on.
    sigh
    passionandsoul
    1:49p
    your love is the ocean that drowns me, leaving my bones to be picked at by crabs
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    fd_midori
    12:44p
    3 Eddie Izzard tix for sale. Tonight, Orpheum Theater SF 8pm
    I have 3 tickets and great seats to see Eddie Izzard at the orpheum Theater in SF.
    I need to be at home to spend time with my cat before she passes.

    Anyone want to buy them? (single, pair or all three)

    Seats : Orch AA123, AA125, AA127

    What I paid for the ticket: $65+$9.50 fee = $74.5
    Let me know what you can afford. I'll just put the $ towards Tigger's vet bill - and the fab seats won't go to waste.
    You can pay me by paypal. it can go to my paypal acct: sffirehorse (at) yahoo (dotcom)

    If you know my cell phone call me for the tickets.
    If not, drop me a line here.

    Pass it on to those interested.
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