Archive for December, 2005

Quantum Immortality

Tuesday, December 20th, 2005

Motivated by one of Swifty’s away messages, I’m thinking about quantum immortality. In case you are too lazy to read the linked article, basically quantum physics says that in someone’s own perception, they will never die. This is because in order for something to happen, it has to be observed, and only an alive person can observe something. This probably sounds like bullshit coming from me but the article talks about it a little more authoritatively.

Anyway, it got me thinking. Why don’t I bet everyone I know a lot of money that I’ll outlive them? In my worldview, I will never die, therefore I will necessarily win this bet. However, in their worldview, they will never die, but I will, thus they will win the bet. In other words, this is a bet that both of us will happen to win. In doing so, everyone comes out ahead. Confused yet? Me too.

Education vs. Common Sense

Monday, December 19th, 2005

I was hanging out at Heather’s apartment this morning watching The Jerk, a fine film made in 1979. There are a few scenes where the main character works at a gas station, and one particular moment intrigued me, because if you pause the movie at just the right frame, you can see some numbers on the gas pump. For curiosity’s sake, I wanted to know how much gas went for back then. So I got up, grabbed a pen, grabbed a pad of paper, sat back down in front of the TV, and wrote down the gallons sold and total price on my pad, ready to do some divison.

Then Heather glanced at the TV from a conversation with her roommate and casually said “It’s about a dollar per gallon.” I looked down at my pad of paper, and found “$26.74″ and “26.2 gal” written on it.

I went through four years of college. Dammit.

Relative Distances

Sunday, December 18th, 2005

My friend Joe Hebert is currently in China teaching English, in Tianjin specifically. I recently found out that another friend of mine, Marc Belisle, is in South Korea (also teaching English). So, I suggest to Joe that he go and see Marc, after all, they’re pretty close, right?

Well, sort of. Turns out Joe and Marc are about 400 miles apart (as the crow flies), which according to my measurements is like the entire length of Massachusetts times four. Not exactly close. He’d either have to take a plane or else travel by train through North Korea (which would be a lot longer of a ride.) But when you’re so far away from them, it almost makes it seem closer, doesn’t it? Like if you knew two people that both happened to be on Mars, you might suggest they go see each other. On average, these two people would be about 6000 miles away from each other. But when you’re sitting on Earth, millions of miles away from both of them, it makes them seem a lot closer together, doesn’t it? But hell, they’re 6000 miles from each other. I don’t feel like driving across the USA twice to see someone, and neither would they.

Someone today found out I was from Cape Cod and immediately asked if I knew some people from Harwich. I know if you look at a map of Massachusetts, the cape seems pretty tiny, but once you get there, Harwich is pretty far from Sandwich. Not that far of a drive, really, but enough of a distance that I wouldn’t know anyone from there. It’s like finding out someone is from Boston and asking “Oh, do you know Nick?” Of course they don’t. Boston is fucking huge.

On a similar note, let’s say you were on a vacation in California, and you knew someone that was two hours from where you’re staying. You might go see them because you’re “close”. But that’s only because you’re very far away from your home (for me, about 3000 miles), so two hours (100 miles) seems a lot closer. If you had a friend back home that was two hours away, I bet you’d be a lot less willing to go see them.

Even when I lived in Sunderland, most of my friends were 5-10 minutes away from me, which was enough of a hassle that I didn’t see them as often as I might have liked to. Because hey, Mike’s in the other room so I might as well just hang out with him. Three seconds of walking makes 10 minutes of driving seem really out of the way.

Theory of Holidays

Wednesday, December 7th, 2005

As I see it, there are three distinct classes of holidays. There are religious holidays, state holidays, and cultural holidays. Let’s have a closer look.

  • Religious Holidays:
    Christmas, Easter, Channukah, Good Friday, and all of that. The thing I don’t like about these holidays are that they get forced on us in a lot of ways. I am a hardcore atheist, so it bothers me when the whole country gets all uppity about Christmas spirit, which by itself is harmless but it’s an extension of a religion I don’t agree with nonetheless. These things would be tolerable if they didn’t work their way towards me so much. For example, at school you get Christmas break. Yeah they call it “winter break” now but you know what it really is. Separation of church and state my ass. Christmas sales I can handle, but waiting in huge lines at the mall is a pain in the ass. Families like mine that aren’t religious at all celebrate Christmas to keep up with the neighbors. It’s bunk.
  • State Holidays:
    Not quite as bad as religious holidays, but still kind of irritating. Unlike religious holidays, these state holidays actually ARE forced on us, by state mandate. Yikes! Not that I mind time off from work or school, but it seems like when you celebrate a holiday, it should be because you want to, not because it’s the law. Memorial Day, Veterans’ Day, Labor Day, etc. Does anyone even know when these holidays are? I usually get told they’re coming up or find out from a teacher that we don’t have class on Monday or something. And to my knowledge, nobody actually celebrates them. Maybe veterans or families of veterans celebrate Veterans’ Day, but nobody I know does. It’s just a pointless day off. Again, days off are nice, but these ones are kind of bland.
  • Cultural Holidays:
    These are my favorites. Holidays that started up just because some people started doing stuff and other people realized how awesome it was and started doing it too. Halloween, the 4th of July, Thanksgiving, New Year’s Eve. I love these holidays because they aren’t forced on me, and because they’re just plain fun. You get together with family. You eat lots of great food. You set off fireworks, or go to parties. You drink and be merry. There’s no dogma attached to it. There’s no cramming it down your throat. People celebrate these holidays because they like to. (One might argue that religious holidays are a subset of cultural holidays, but I distinguish between the two.)

Thus concludes my analysis of holidays. Feel free to comment or criticize.