Sunday, August 16, 2020

Satoshi Nakamoto claim



I met a man claiming to be Satoshi Nakamoto outside a building I work at near the SF train station. He asked to talk to me. He was white, 50ish, with a 3 day beard that seemed trim. 


He was dressed in high quality, slightly worn Patagonia gear. 


He spoke in a quiet voice and didn’t appear obviously crazy after a brief talk with him. 


He said that he had worked with people in the building that I’m at, but was confused about the details. 


“You ever had amnesia?,” he said, not knowing who he was talking  to. “It’s like that.”


Having enjoyed our talk - he then asked if I would do him a favor and,  “get the message out that I’m back in town —that’s all,” he said, “They’ll figure the rest out. “


“marshallmathersfoundation.com,” he added,“ they’ll need to know that. “


He’s wearing bright orange gaiters if interested. He’s probably going to be around for a while. 


He’s maybe nutty, but since he didn’t bring up Deuteronomy during our conversation, I’m giving him the benefit of a doubt.


Later -  I was talking to Nick Szabo. 




Friday, February 28, 2020

Free Willy



“…Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book.”

B. Marley


Before I completely run away from the point, the subject of this essay is free will, or, more accurately, the illusion of free will. It will be interesting to see if free will even comes up laterally over the next few hundred words now that I’ve set it up as a specific goal. 

The imp of the perverse makes it a sure thing that I won’t – but that surety might also double back and force
 me to stay on point. There are no dogs to pick  in this fight and it’s not a fight,  and if I’m right, none of this is anything but documentation for a litigious god that will never see it.

Like quantum mechanics, life is about either time or place, never both, and how we choose to pretty up our choices is neither the point, or even a choice – it’s after the fact punctuation we use to justify and make sense of our ontological messiness. 


(Science has proven that we decide things with our body before the brain makes its decision that tells us to act. There is no free will, only the helpful illusion of free will that we use to fool and motivate ourselves into getting out of bed in the morning. As Eeyore said, "Why bother if it's all been done before we do anything?” Google it.)


We argue about where to go for breakfast never knowing it was yesterday’s decision and that we didn’t make it.


Ha, second fucking paragraph and I’ve already blasphemed individual existence.


 I remember driving up Carmel valley road, cassette player looping Baker Street, without a dime for coffee or books, and ending up sitting at the Thunderbird CafĂ© reading half of something interesting until the fog melted as the outside burned into a California fall.


My bug cooled, until tired of sitting I drove up and over the top of the world to home, stopping briefly to play my flute over a valley of nothing, while smoking GI bill Thai stick and drinking something trendy from the Boones farm people.


 I remember the place and time; I remember my thoughts and what I felt -- I remember everything, and I remember me.


I haven’t moved, but something has.


You can never know the meaning of things - the fullness of the life, the sadness of the passing without sensing in it the movement of time. You can’t rub back against the friction of it because it only moves on, never back -- you can’t just lay unaware of the running shortness of breath of it all as it spits and grinds down unlaid tracks of apparently senseless order. It’s nothing but a remorseless forward to the next-ness, an unstoppable physical law that all things lead from order to disorder, over and over until gravity slaps it stopped and the button gets pushed again.


That being said, there are moments, and you can string them together like pukka shells any way you want, but that’s not really true, except if you are convinced you exist as an individual point of energy and mass– (one time I got yelled at by relatives for adding green olives and parmesan cheese to the traditional Christmas tamales, I liked to think that was free will.)

 So, it may not be not possible to make your own reality – but you can, subject to physical laws, make something really nice and cozy out of the way you see things, it just might just not be real enough for others, and you might not have any friends because of it.

(The relatives no longer talk to me; my picture has been taken down from the wall. Like all heretics, I dream of the great burning when I sleep.)


But without individual free will, all that’s left is what I choose to make of things – and even then, I have to accept that I may not be the one making the choice, and to be even more honest, it might not even be a choice at all, it might just be the way things are, I might be just playing out the words written for me the exact way they were written down a long time ago in a book, probably the Bible, but the Bible written in a dead language we’ve misinterpreted over time. Ok, the Bible. 


Are the stories I piece together and tell myself at the end of the day just creative movies and books made of meat and juice that I use to illuminate on the screen that is the back of my head what I want to believe? Does everyone just ignore predestination and randomly assign meaning and motivation in order to not give up – is it that important that we are the center of the universe despite all the evidence?


If it’s a good book isn’t it enough just to read it?

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

We sit in passionate apathy




"You can’t debate with someone who hates you." C. Hitchens 

Reason has become a tool to manipulate you into thinking things are true that you know are not true.

Science and math have become a tools for the wealthy to increase the piles of money they then use to Rent the laws. 

Religion continues to be a form of racist nationalism – a nation built on manufactured words that demand the permanent death of all humans who follow different words.

The more the others believe their truths, the more they need to die.

Welcome to the new hybrid theocracy -- based on the Eastern Orthodox, but with just enough Texas to really pop.

The intellectual framework for western society no longer works for most people – faith has been lost and now ridiculed; common sense beliefs passed down for generations are being discarded while children are being raised as docile pups to be eventually clubbed into the correct forms of submission. We no longer question and answer – we instruct and monitor for deviance.

Those of us with words know this, those less articulate know this as well – and none of us like being called stupid by the clever little bastards that rule us from above.

This is the deep state the right-wing nuts talk about – this is why Trump won the election. The left is now so wrong that the right seems reasonable when they aren’t – and this is where we find ourselves.

The lies don’t matter if you don’t believe in truth.

Satoshi Nakamoto claim

I met a man claiming to be Satoshi Nakamoto outside a building I work at near the SF train station. He asked to talk to me. He was white, 50...