A MIND FOREVER VOYAGING THROUGH STRANGE SEAS OF THOUGHT, ALONE


This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.



The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Monday, February 23, 2015

STOP THINKING, IT'S SO LAST CENTURY

Well, the Chapter 7 is on temporary hold.  Seems all that overtime during Xmas at double time has screwed up my 'average' weekly wage and I don't qualify.  So I've been having to not do overtime for the past month and have to not do overtime for another few months in order to bring down the 'average' monthly income so the computer will allow me to file Chapter 7.

I scream and no one hears in the vacuum of technology.

First of all, apparently we are on a runaway train of thoughtlessness.  Why should humans think when we have computers that can think for us?  It takes your income over six months, expands it to a year, then divides by 12 and that is your monthly income.  Except, it's not.  It's wrong and no one cares.

When you are paid every two weeks, you get two checks a month, ten months of the year.  Two months a year, you get an extra check.  But that extra check, in those two months, is extrapolated into six months so it claims you have monthly income of several hundred dollars that you do not actually have.  Then, when you have a situation like working over the holidays and getting double time that also gets extrapolated across making that monthly income inflated from actual income.

Let's say, for example and easy math, your take home pay is 36000 a year.  So what is your monthly take home pay?  Did you immediately say 3,000?  Wrong.  If you are paid every two weeks, your monthly take home is 2770 ten months a year.  But our little algorithm is saying 3k.  Now, lets' say you get a Xmas bonus of 3k on top of that and now it wants your income for the last six months and instead of 18k it will show 21k, making your yearly income take home 42k, not 36k plus a 3k bonus and now your monthly income is figured to be 42,000/12 or 3500/ month but it's really 2770.  So it calculates you have over 700 more dollars a month to spend than you actually do.

Honestly, I'm not making this stuff up.  All accurate, however, all totally incorrect.

Then it says you are making too much money, when it figures you are taking home money each month you are not actually taking home.  And apparently, if it rejects, you cannot move forward, no human to interpret and correct.  The Almighty Computer has spoken.

I scream in the vacuum of technology.

And who do I argue with?  The idiot programmer who wrote the algorithm?  When people write programs that will do your thinking for us, but said programmer doesn't know how to think, what do you get?  A non discriminating series of mistakes, but since it doesn't discriminate, it's okay, it's fair.  Wrong, but fair.

So now, my lawyer wants me to work another three or four months and not do any overtime until those Xmas bonuses are off the 6 month average so we can trick the system into coming up with the more closely correct answer it should have been capable of figuring out in the first place if it had been programmed properly.

This is what scares me so of self driving cars.  It will be programmed with a series of options based on the incoming data, but those options will be limited, unforeseen events will have no answer,  and sometimes no available option will be correct, and then you will have a series of automobiles all making incorrect decisions based on data and limited programming options and all sorts of bad is going to ensue.

Massive deaths will be caused by a computer error, all cars will be updated, and people will go on and accept these excuses because they don't think anymore.  Television news readers tell them all is well.  Back to your programming.

Wow, kind of reminds you of some old SciFi shows of civilizations where computers run everything and people are like little furry animals who just do whatever the computer tells them.

I scream and no one hears in the vacuum of technology.

In the book, The Singularity is Near: When Humans Transcend Biology, author Ray Kurzweil predicts that with the ever-accelerating rate of technological change, humanity is fast approaching an era in which our intelligence will become increasingly non-biological and millions of times more powerful. This will be the dawning of a new civilization enabling us to transcend our biological limitations. In Kurzweil's post-biological world, boundaries blur between human and machine, real and virtual. Human aging and illness are reversed, world hunger and poverty are solved, and we cure death.
(above paragraph mostly copied from his web site)

The blending of man and machine into one new being.  Transhumanism, Homotechno.  Once humans become incapable of thought, logical thought, because we gave it up to the machines, we will be combined with the machines.

Won't that be a beautiful world.  Live for 500 years, no disease, hunger and poverty is solved which is weird because if we are living 500 years, then there will be some serious overpopulation and we don't have enough jobs and food now, but somehow this is all going to work out until there is a solar flare and then what?

Think about that, oh future man/machine.  You may cure human disease but a good old solar flare or electromagnetic pulse will shut you down and kill you.

Eve in the garden, wanting to be like God.  Nimrod wanting to be like God.  Lucifer wanting to be like God.  Man wanting to be like God; all knowing and immortal.  And man is becoming more like a machine every day, not thinking, just doing what it's told; never questioning it's programming.

I scream, waiting to be charged with a hate crime for using the term Homotechno.

Papa,
They're waiting just outside my door.
This is where I make my stand, because I can't stand it anymore.

Papa,
They have no heart and soul.
But make no doubt about it, they're the ones that's in control.
So prepare yourself, for a war unlike you've ever seen.
Hmmmm. This is man against machine.

Day in, day out, bust your back and turn it out.
Next morning do it all again!
Hard job or two, so your children won't have to.
That's just the ways it's always been!
But lately I swear the machines, are living the American dream.

Careful calculations, details drawn down to design.
Is it really for the better or a better bottom line.
It don't know me from Adam, man it's rotten to the core.
It's going to get reminded, man has kicked its ass before.
John Henry is about to show them his team.
In this war of man, against the machine!

Up early, uphill, spend your youth to pay the bills.
Each generation makes a trade!
Top Floor, brass tax, colds the hand that holds the ax.
Acts like my dues have not been paid!
But pay attention now when I say, formation isn't happening today.

Careful calculations, details drawn down to design.
Is it really for the better or a better bottom line.
It don't know me from Adam, man it's rotten to the core.
It's going to get reminded, man has kicked its ass before.
John Henry is about to blow off some steam.
In this war of man, against the machine!


Papa,
The powers out, the machines are down.
But in this world of darkness, I can still hear a sound.
Papa,
That sound tells us apart.
Cause I'm a machine myself, but I'm one with a working heart!

Careful calculations, details drawn down to design.
Is it really for the better or a better bottom line.
It don't know me from Adam, man it's rotten to the core.
It's going to get reminded, man has kicked its ass before.
The gloves are off, no love lost between.
This war of man, against the machine!


Garth Brooks

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