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Philosophy

On #thedress.

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Due to blog project restrictions, I am obligated to write about #thedress. So here it is. I’m writing about a meme that will not be relevant shortly. There is a good chance it is not relevant now, but it does give me a jumping off platform to a topic I’ve kind of touched on previously; perhaps not directly, but tangentially.

Firstly, because this is sure to be recorded and studied as one of the annals of history I should give a little context to what #thedress is and was. On Feb 15, 2015 a Tumblr user named Swiked asked people the color of a dress in a photo.
The quality of the photo was questionable. It was washed out and it lead people to see either a dress of white and gold or blue and black. It sparked an intense debate because some people just couldn’t reconcile the color scheme.
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Then the Internet did what it does and tracked down the actual dress and where it was sold. After better photographs were found it was evident the dress was indeed blue and black. The debate should’ve ended there, but some still argued that the dress in the photo was not the one being sold. That’s about as far as I’d like to get into the meme itself. In the interest of full disclosure, I saw white and gold.

A lot of people wrote about science and the effect of optical illusions on our eyes and brain. I want to take that general idea and talk about perception and trust. We all have brains, well, all us humans. If any future robots are reading this, I’m sure you guys have some pretty nice parts yourself. Baby, I’m not into you for just your hotly polished chassis, I’m into your neural networks. OK, enough roborotica. As we are mostly our brains, meaning our “self” is mostly determined in the brain; it processes all our sensory inputs, experiences, and memories, and how we react to most things. Due to this we tend to rely on our brain to make sense of the world. It does a pretty decent job of it to by most accounts, but it’s not perfect. I mean it has some real deficiencies. When it has trouble reconciling something, it tends to go haywire until it comes up with an explanation. Our brains hate dissonance. For example, imagine you are alone in your domicile. It’s dark and you are in bed. You hear a loud crash coming from another room. Now there is probably a lot of different things it plausibly is, but your brain thinks, BURGLAR, or GHOST OF A SERIAL KILLER. The likelihood it’s any of those things (depending on geographic location and socioeconomic status) is fairly low, but our brains want and need to attach a narrative to the sound. It’s survival instinct.

We are capable of overcoming or at least mitigating our instincts. In this way I think it is important to recognize our brains are not always keeping it 100. Reality is kind of tricky. So much of our universe is unobservable without the aid of machines. We saw the sun come up and go down and figured it must be spinning around us. History is littered with wrong assumptions. That’s totally ok, too. We need to make wrong assumptions and measurements to help prove the correct ones.

Before this post gets too long in the tooth I feel I should get to the long-winded point. Our brains are error prone and we should embrace this. Embracing our collective flaw helps us better understand (counter-intuitive, I know) our fellow person and the universe at large.

Think how much vitriol, imagined or real, that was thrown about because of the color of a dress. Instead we should use this type of fuel to empathize with the other side. There is a good chance our initial assumption was wrong, or maybe theirs, or maybe…you ready for this…this is going to be huge…like really, brace yourself…BOTH ASSUMPTIONS WERE WRONG.
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Nonsense Personal

On A Week Without Coffee.

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The next topic up for the hear-to-be-unnamed blog project was to give something up for a week and write about your experience. Unless you just couldn’t wait to jump into reading this, or you have an aversion to titles, my choice was coffee.

Now, I love coffee. Not a little love, but a lot of love. It’s an addiction. Thankfully this one has few negative health effects and actually a few positive ones. With this being an addiction you can understand why I would be reluctant to let this delicious black elixir go.

To give context, I have a habit of giving up things, especially in the way of diet:

Strict Vegetarian for 6 years (2005-2011)
Pescatarian (fish exception) for 4 years (2011-Present)
No pop for two year when I started college (2006-2008)
No pop for five months (November 2014- Present)

*Edit*
I wanted to clarify a few things. I’m not a red-paint-throwing person about meat. I do it because I want to. I feel it makes me a healthier person by forcing me to look at the things I’m eating. If you eat meat, that is totally cool. No problems here. Let’s go get dinner sometime.

Secondly, I realize energy drinks could be classified in pop. I personally make a distinction, but I understand how you can lump them together. You have to draw your own lines.

I like to challenge myself to see if I can pull it off. Not to mention I’m kind of a health nut. I’m the dude who reads the facts on the sides of packaging. There is no shortage of things in my fridge with the words “free” or “light.” Just to stem the tide of negative comments, I research things. I am, above all, a man of science and therefore do not make decisions based on hype and hearsay. When I give something up, I like it to be for a reason, a benefit.

With all this in mind, dear reader, a quick summary of my experience was, to put it delicately, awful. Well, that’s not quite strong enough a word. I need a new word to fully describe it. It was terriful. Horrendocious. I didn’t feel I was doing it for any real reason besides this blog. I was tired all the time, even with additional Red Bulls, which I love (don’t ever leave me, baby).

I found myself seeing coffee everywhere, like a hungry guy on a deserted island who’s shipwrecked compatriot suddenly resembles a sumptuous turkey leg.

I also found myself forgetting I couldn’t have it, if only for a moment.
“Oh man, I’ll get an espresso! Wait, no, because everything is rain clouds and sadness.”

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I felt like I was giving up smoking.

“What do you think coffee is doing right now? Do you think it’s thinking of me?”

Maybe I like it too much…

NEH!

I am unrepentantly in love coffee, I hate not having it. The one silver lining is thank the stars I didn’t give up caffeine.

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Personal Philosophy Website

On Blogging.

Taken at MatchBOX Coworking Studio
Taken at MatchBOX Coworking Studio

So here is the first official post for a project I’m doing with a couple of friends. It’s like the 24-hour blog days of yore, but just changing by the week. I have no idea how long it will last, but it does give me an excuse to write, which is never a bad thing.

This first topic is “Where do you find content to blog about?” I suggested a very similar topic, “Why blog?”, the week after so I’m going to combine the two because halfway into writing this I can’t seem to disconnect the two.

This one isn’t too hard to answer. It’s a pretty even split between personal journal and video games, with a sprinkling of projects that I have completed or am working on.

With disparate content such as that I’ve struggled with how to organize this website for as long as I’ve had this website. It is such a garbled mess of content. In a serendipitous sort of way this website is a good parallel for myself as I am not just one thing, but a mish-mash of myriad interests and experiences. It’s elegant in that respect. With that in mind I tell myself to just forget about it. I’d love to, but that’s not really the person I am. I will figure out a new schema, implement it, love it, and then, over time, I will learn to hate it and think of another one. It is my cross to bear.

I started blogging because the Internet was a crazy wild, wilderness where people were creating all kinds of amazing content. Standardization for the web was still getting, well, standardized, but there was a clear desire for people to share their life experiences with other people. I stumbled on some blogs of people living abroad in Japan and, occasionally, talking about video games and I was totally taken. The writing felt raw and intimate. It felt less like a well-edited biography and more as if they were speaking directly to me. This same process would take me again with my introduction to vlogging years later, but that is for a different time.

I was young, but I was inspired to do the same thing. So way back in 2003 (Wow, that was twelve years ago. That makes you think) I started up an Anglefire page and used a custom hard-coded, HTML page to write my first entry. This was all I knew really; I didn’t have any real web experience beyond rudimentary HTML and so thus, a blog was formed under the signage “Life as a Nerd.” This eventually moved to a Xanga, then to a Blogspot under the Japanese name “Kikaihito”, roughly translating to “machine person” (ugh). I eventually started to learn more about computers and servers and wanted to have full control of all my content. I learned about Word Press and how to set up a self-hosted site and thus killer-tofu.com was born. I still hadn’t owned killertofu.com as a Chinese gentleman owned it, but I got the next best thing. Slowly, and painstakingly I copy-pasted my content from Blogspot (as there was no one-to-one transfer at the time) to its new home. Eventually, on a vacation I was taking with my father, I stayed up late one night in a hotel room when the killertofu.com domain name was set to expire and nabbed it, which is why I will probably never give the name up.

I’ve been going back through the old entries when I get a free moment to read (and also to correct horrendous spelling and grammar mistakes) and it is nice to have your past thoughts and ideals sealed in time (even if some of them make you cringe).

If I were to dig deeper I blog about things for catharsis, introspection, and things I’m passionate about. I find it valuable to go back through and examine events, decisions, whatever in my life, and one of the ways my brain does it well is writing (that is not to say my brain writes well). It gives me an opportunity to organize and process whatever I’ve been going through. I feel better after, even if the writing turns out mundane. It’s putting the dishes away or folding the laundry. It gives order to my thoughts. It’s relaxing and helps contextualize my existence.

When I say passion, it mostly is because the things I write about that fall within this category are often things I want the whole world to know about. The stuff is weird, and excited, and amazing. I want to stop people on the street and tell them about how cool this stuff is. Instead of being a total weirdo, I settle for writing it on my blog, which boasts 20 visitors monthly. I realize it falls mostly within the realm of video games, but guys, have you seen them?! They are the best.

Finally, projects. I would probably go stir crazy if I wasn’t working on something. There is so much cool stuff in the world, and so much neat stuff to learn and do. I want to taste all of it, so I tend to do projects. If I find it interesting, chances are someone else is bound to as well, so I usually do a write up here. Not to mention I’m usually proud of the work I do and want to show it off. It is totally ok to take pride in what you do! Just don’t be a jerk. Like, rule number 1, don’t be a jerk.

So, yeah, blogging. It’s great! I’ll keep doing it, and, boy, do I think I have a way to organize it all.