Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I believe that I may have reached the end of a huge decision.

I've known for some time now that I want to continue on to study materials science.

But I now want to do so with the intention of helping to develop materials for human enhancement technologies.

It has become very clear that the development of augmentative technologies is no longer a question of "if."

It is now simply a question of "when."

Change is coming, and I want to be a part of it.

Monday, February 27, 2012

There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a dreamer.

Dreamers are the people who inspire us to progress; to be better than we are.

But even the most ardent of dreamers must wake up from time to time.

Sometimes the things that we want just aren't practical yet.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

In order to survive in the mainstream world as a scientifically-minded, independent freethinker, one must learn how to question everything. However, one must also learn to discriminate between what things are actually worth the time spent in continued skepticism and what things are questioned for nothing more than the sake of questioning.

Excellence.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012


It is, at the very least, inconsistent to arbitrarily pick and choose which parts of the Bible one wants to consider moral and yet continue to claim that it is the source of all morality. The very act of determining which portions of the Old Testament are still valid and which are not indicates an inherent understanding of morality that stems from somewhere other than scripture. Claiming that the Bible is the timeless and inerrant word of God and then declaring some of its laws to be outdated or socially unacceptable is, to put it frankly, doublethink.

Homosexuals have never posed as a threat to the "sanctity" of marriage. To think otherwise is ignorance. I have the privilege of knowing first-hand that these are absolutely wonderful people who deserve every bit the same rights as the rest of us. We need to move on.

Monday, February 13, 2012

"Do justice, and let the skies fall."

Thursday, February 9, 2012

I accidentally shattered a plate today while I was tending to the dishwasher.

The bottom was still wet, and it simply slipped out of my hand.

I stood there for several minutes, staring at the jagged shards of ceramic material strewn across the kitchen floor, listening to the texture of the glassy reverberations ringing through my ears amid the sudden silence.

I stood there for several minutes, collecting myself; fighting against the overwhelming urge to to reach down and smash the rest of them one by one.

Several minutes is a long time to stare at a broken plate.

That sound was so...

...intoxicating.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

I've been trying to do some cooking again lately. I've moved back in with my parents for the next few months while I look for grad schools, which makes cooking as a hobby a bit more difficult, given that I must now conform to the preexisting dining schedule of two other people. But I still try to squeeze in a creative dish or two every now and then while I'm alone during the day. I pickled some radishes for the first time the other day, and although pickling radishes isn't cooking per se (add lightly chopped radishes to a dissolved mixture of 1/4 cup rice vinegar, 1/4 cup sugar, 1 teaspoon salt, cover, and refrigerate overnight), they still served as a wonderful compliment to the next day's lunch of somen noodles. I've made somen noodles before, but I think that pickling the radish this time made the dish a little bit more enjoyable. Just that little bit of added flavor had a lot of impact on the overall experience. And please do forgive the poor quality of the following photographs. I know nothing about food photography.


Cherry Belle radishes prepared to soak overnight.

The next day: drained and dried

(My matching dishes are still packed away.)
To fabricate a deity whose very nature is beyond the human capacity of understanding and measurement and still assert that evidence-based worldviews must demonstrate its non-existence before they can be regarded as valid is, at its best, poorly considered foolishness.

If evidence is not a requisite for belief, then neither is it a requisite for disbelief.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

"Value the future on a timescale longer than your own."

- Richard Dawkins

Friday, February 3, 2012

"The old man looked at it. Had he ever stayed in a hotel with a card as a key? He had a vague memory of once having done so. A laughing girl at his shoulder as he ran the card through a slot and red became green and there was some meaning to him at that moment. Young. It must have meant something to a young man. The meaning of it now was lost amongst the blown sand and dying heat of a world where cards did not open locks. That was the work of crowbars."

- The Old Man and the Wasteland, Nick Cole

Thursday, February 2, 2012

"I don't want to fall in love with you, Hayden. It wouldn't be hard to do."

"You are everything that I like in a man," she said.

And then she asked me to leave.
To this day, I am still shocked when I hear someone say, "Of course I'm going to spank my children. My daddy beat me, and I turned out just fine." While this is disturbing enough by itself, what troubles me most is the idea that I am expected to respect this opinion under the auspice of parental sovereignty over their children.

It is never acceptable to strike a child. Those who still hold the "it was done to me" attitude serve as a perfect example of what happens when we value the traditions and behaviors of our ancestors above our modern understanding of psychology.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

For the second time, I have been given everything that I have ever been looking for, only to have it taken away from me just as I had begun to convince myself that it was real.

For the second time, I was made to feel attractive; as though there was actually someone out there who might enjoy the prospect of having feelings for somebody such as myself.

For the second time, I felt that maybe, just maybe, I was not actually losing my mind.

She was there, in all of her passion and warmth and understanding.

She was there, just her and I.

And then she was gone; a victim of mutually poor circumstance.

I knew that we were doomed from the start.

I knew that things would not end favorably.

I knew that I had once again allowed myself to find whatever semblance of happiness that my mind actually allows me to feel in yet another impossible situation.

And I knew that it would hurt more than I could possibly imagine.

...

But I wanted it to hurt.

Because I knew that that was the only way that I would ever get to have you at all.

I loved you.

And I should have said it.

But it means as little now as it did then.