I need a new format of correspondence with you. This isn't it. I need code folding and interactive shells and spoken sound clips to be a part of it.
1 Job situation
There've probably been no new developments on this, but that itself is news: I'm still in limbo and have no idea where I'm going, and I'm going to kill myself. Two interviews scheduled (depicted by yellow circles), neither of them really amazing opportunities. I expect to get a lot of interviews in the US, and I expect them to start calling me this month. We'll see.
I need to buy our tickets out, but I can't, because I don't know where we're going, and they're only getting more expensive. Money is low even without the tickets. Everything is terrible. My student loans are going to come out of forbearance. How am I going to ship the kids' stuff back? I'm going to die.
My life is full of poetic stuff and beautiful people and true quests and love and awe, and it is perfect in every way that money can't fix, but the money problem's got me wearing the look of the hunted.
I thought I was supposed to be smart. Intelligence is the universal solvent, right? Life's a system. The economy is a system. There are trends. Its behaviors are observable. Why have I not figured something out yet?
Disgenic fertility and technological unemployment
So this is interesting:
Were the Victorians cleverer than us? The decline in general intelligence estimated from a meta-analysis of the slowing of simple reaction time
We have 300 years before we're literally all retarded. The disgenic fertility thing is more in the front of people's minds here, where the population is exploding even as people already starve, and the church makes birth control hard to get, and slum mothers have 14 kids while rich people in Makati have one. What would happen if some dude from the slum was a genius and made it big? He'd probably move to Makati and have one kid, and not spread his genes very liberally. Wow. So on the one hand we've got a Harvard full of nootropic dopers, folks like me leveraging automation and augmented intelligence everywhere possible, and a singularity in the offing, and on the other hand, if we don't make some deus ex machina happen pretty quick, we may all get too dumb at the same time as the oil runs out and the glaciers start to melt. Fun.
Also, I've been thinking about capitalism and post-capitalism lately. I've been thinking about the technically possible universe where a billionaire builds a completely automated Walmart with stocking robots and self-check lines and keeps 100% of the profits and pays nobody any wages. That's a crazy example, but everyone knows that efficiency is killing jobs. So there's this weird super-concentration of wealth happening right now, AND the rich are concentrating themselves further by having small families, AND there are. . . um . . .differences between us and them:
So I remember this time when me and you were in college and we realized that we liked our male friends in roughly the order of their handsomeness. No homo or anything, and we didn't think we liked them because they were handsome, but something must have just correlated.
We had unconnected conversation, comparing our insecure ass-hat whiney emotional childish professors with the good accomplished ones, who had reputations and good research and social skills and could laugh at themselves. I suppose that one explanation is that if you've made it you don't have to be insecure anymore, but maybe there's another one.
Maslow says that everything good correlates.
The Harvard kids in San Juan were charming and sexy as hell.
A proposed experiment
I've been wanting to run a simulation. I'm at work right now typing on a friend's computer (thanks Jaunty!), or I'd mess with it now.
Sex rank is multivariate and finite in its dimensions and largely heritable. Let's mess with numbers. (Of course I won't use numbers when I really do this though; I'll use strings. You know me.)
Let's make random stuff up. Let's say that in our universe there are exactly 5 things that people like about each other. Brains, brawn, emotional intelligence, and blahblah, I don't care. And let's say that people's attractiveness on these fronts can be rated from 1 to 5, so that people had a number like 52543 meaning
Looks - 5 (really handsome)
Intelligence - 2 (kind of dumb)
Blah - 5
It doesn't - 5
matter - 4
you get the point - 3
Now lets say I make a model universe, with 1000 individuals with random values for every feature. Then I let them sexually reproduce, splitting their attribute strings down the middle and recombining with other people.
What happens? I have no intuitions about this. Maybe the answer is already clear to you. If you mate them with something like the sex party algorithm (I still need to write a post about that), where people are matched as optimally as possible, do all of the good traits cluster together after the nth generation, or does the thing stay in equilibrium?
It's an answer I want to know.
This is the incidence of mw4mw posts as a percentage of all casual encounters posts. Bright red is the most, dark is the least. I chose random clean number ranges to assign the colors to, with no regard for what the data actually looks like. I also have some places where my script crashed and I have a bogus result for an area. When I fix that and do Jenks Natural Breaks, I bet it gets a lot more pretty and a lot more informative. I'm thinking I'll have it done Wednesday or Thursday, along with maps of gay and lesbian hookups. The United States of Casual Sex. I bet I get a million views.
I did the whole thing in bash. I feel like I just tunneled out of prison with a tiny rock hammer.
I read Paolo Freire's Pedagogy of the Oppressed because it was an anarchist(red team) book on education. It was annoyingly like Euro professor-communist stuff at first, trying to make things more opaque than they have to be and quoting Sartre where he doesn't belong to try to sound serious and important, but then it had some seriously mindblowing shit about internalized oppression and how messed up our minds all are. So that was good. There's a new Osho book out about children which is probably good and says the same kind of stuff.
Meg read Lolita and loved it a whole lot, and wants me to read it. Meg's actually been reading a whole bunch of serious important shit lately. Also, she's doing good at her writing job, and just generally being a badass.
Things that are good
There's a very couch-ish band here in Manila called the BuwanBuwan Collective that you should check out. You need to get Sublime Text if you aren't already using it.
Also, James and Rosie are cool as fucking shit:
|That's a box guitar he fucking made.|