Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Died in a google accident

Just for the record; apparently noone has died in a google accident. Thought the big wide world would like to know that.
All hail me.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Just a thought...

This isn't, of course, a new idea (I have no doubt), very few are. But it occurred to me that whilst fate is generally considered to be an archaic and superstitious idea, far removed from a scientific outlook, it really isn't.
Look at the evidence; without going into detail, since this is after all just a quick note, there is no (direct) scientific evidence for the existence of free will. Well, one could say "but I am choosing to do what I do now". But one particularly fascinating example I came across was an experiment whereby - if I remember correctly - subjects could be made to move their heads through direct neural stimulation. The amazing thing is this: the subjects would rationalise these movements. They would refuse to believe that it wasn't themselves initiating the movements, and would claim to have been, say, looking around for their shoe. This was patently rubbish; a press of a button would give a head movement, whether the subject intended to or not. So their brain was effectively acting as a sophisticated bullshitting machine, convincing itself if not others. Split-brain experiments have given results with the same theme (apologies for the "off the cuff" nature of this, but I've stuff to do and don't really want to spend too much time rereading the material I got this from - but it was from very reliable authors). So, given that and given that all other things in the universe are believed to be either (a) deterministic or (b) random (quantum events). Hence we are left with Hume's Fork:
"Either our actions are deterministic, in which case we are not responsible for them, or they are random, in which case we are not responsible for them."
So either way we have no way of influencing our own actions, and hence our own futures - and a better definition of "fate" would be difficult to come by. It's not quite the same, since random events at the quantum level mean that the future is not predetermined per se, but inasmuch as we humans are concerned, the difference is pretty unimportant.
I'm not convinced this all goes to mean very much; I wouldn't be terribly impressed by someone in a court of law who made a plea that their crime was the workings of fate. It may be, but the crime must still be punished. Even if we accept that the person could have done nothing else, there are still other reasons for punishing crime; as a means of limiting vengeance and preventing anarchy, as a deterrent, as a way of keeping dangerous individuals out of the way, as a means of rehabilitation, as a way of imparting a social stigma to unacceptable acts. Though the "my genes made me do it" argument has already been used... as if genetic predisposition or even determinism were any more of a tyrant than environmental determinism. And an argument could be made that such a plea could be made if the defendant had not yet given rise to any offspring and if they agreed to sterilisation... I'm no supporter of eugenics, but that idea does have a nicely ironic edge of poetic justice to it...
Though the idea that we have no influence over our own actions is in itself a datum which could affect our actions. And that fact is, too. And so on and so forth, until the sheer numbing recursiveness leaves you dazed and confused (had to include a Zeppelin reference, of course).
Interesting concept, I thought.
C.E.M.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Sooo.... Friday. Not quite as good as Saturday just after the last lecture of the week, but still pretty OK by me. Especially since my first lecture tomorrow's been cancelled so I get to have a lie-in. A lie-in on a Saturday! For a student! What a luxury!
Got far more involved than is reasonable in reading a review discussing the modelling of parasite populations. I actually found it interesting. What is happening to me! I'd better get out of here before I start wearing knitted pullovers and inch-think glasses... Do not underestimate the power of the Geek side. Still, it's just as well I like my subject, all things considered. It would suck to put this much effort into something that didn't fascinate me.
Ludicrously short amount of term now left; where the hell did it all go? Damned physics department screwing around with spacetime, is my guess. It's going to be very very odd moving back outside the Cambridge bubble, however briefly. For a start, I'm starting to forget what real life is like... and thoroughly enjoying the experience. But that said, it'll be good to see my family again.
Matriculation dinner was pretty cool.
C.E.M.

Monday, November 06, 2006

it's monday. crap. also imps.

Mondays, as any sane person knows, are loathsome and were quite possibly God's idea of a practical joke. Still, not so bad now I've got an essay done, which feels good. Meant to do some other work, which hasn't happened though... I've work in for wednesday which I haven't even been emailed yet, which makes me a very irritable person. Matriculation dinner tomorrow! - about a month after matriculation, which makes you wonder if they shot the philosophy department's Logic lecturer(s).
I'm vainly trying to memorise the amino acids, their shortened names, and their properties. When I rule the world, chemistry will be simpler. I call it my "small green imp" theory. Everything that happens, ever, is due to the diligent work of small, green, invisible imps. All matter is actually very similar to what we call hydrogen, it's just that the imps are screwing with our minds. Physicists and chemists are therefore actually a specialised type of naturalist, observing the imps and their behaviour. Which, come to think of it, makes everything basically biology. I'm liking this idea more by the minute.
Purified DNA from plants earlier, which should have been really interesting but, unaccountably, wasn't. Except for the bit with the liquid nitrogen. I have got to get me a supply of that stuff.
C.E.M.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Life continues...

Well, once again I'm sitting doing not work. Should be doing work. Screw it, I'm off to the bar.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Saturday!

An interesting turnaround; as someone noted earlier, whilst most people work in the week and relax at the weekend, we've been doing the opposite. Fitting work around going out is pretty much the order of the day on weekdays, but work gets done at weekends since there's plenty of time to do it in. And going out on a Saturday is a dead loss in general since that's when normal people go out, and it gets crowded and unstudenty. Fridays too. Actually, I've got a pathetically small amount of work done today (but then I had lectures this morning), what with being shattered from staying up late and going out all week. It's a hard life being a student. Just lay down and slept through half the afternoon, which I needed; now I have some sort of a vestige of focus and wakefulness. I'm trying to convince myself to get stuck into enzymes, but my grasp of the subject is not what it might be and I'm just bone idle so it's going pretty slowly. Hand-in is Monday theoretically, and actually anytime tomorrow due to practical considerations, so that at least is motivation.
Managed to oversleep this morning and miss a lecture (told you I was tired). Not too much of a loss, from what I heard, and I wasn't the only one (there's an understatement) but all the same it's not great. It's hard enough keeping up round here as it is, so...
Went out clubbing in a suit and academic gown a couple days ago (don't ask), which was entertaining but got me some decidedly bemused looks. Headbanging in a gown is good fun.
C.E.M.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Books!

I have aquired more books! Yeah, so exciting, I know... There was a sale on today at a warehouse the other side of town and so, as a result, I have aquired 6 (pretty good, and new) books for as many pounds. Sadly, no biology textbooks, so it looks like I'm still going to have to fork out in a big way if I want to be able to get a textbook that won't permanently be out of the library later in the year. Sadness.
I need to be doing work, and that sucks, because it's a beautiful day and I really don't feel like it. Best make myself do it though. After I've done this. And eaten. And done various other unspecified but absolutely vital tasks. Like facebook.
I need to get another can opener. I've lost mine, and now have half a weeks worth of tinned food lying around the place completely useless.
C.E.M.