msb-0038 Turn, turn turn.

msb-0038 Turn, turn, turn...

Feedback come first so...

I actually have some to report.

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my LibSyn.com stats are looking better and better, faster and faster. (So why us getting feedback from you guys like pulling teeth?)

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I got a letter read on Mark Yashimoto Nemkoff's Pacific Coast Hellway, pch-288 Gaybo.

Mark always gives me something to snicker about, but this time was a bit, uh, extreme.

He read the thing just like I wrote it.

Either he's a better reader than I give him credit for, which could definitely be, he's very talented, or I really wrote it like it sounded (and not to boast, but I am a published author.)

Tee Hee! :-)

It should help my audienship.

(Readership, viewership, audienceship?

Might be a faulty construction, but in English I don't think it really matters.)

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I got some feedack from Miss Chris, a.k.a. One Crazy Chick.

She's a blogger (the address will be in the show notes folks,) and a fellow MSer.

She must be crazy because she lives in Phoenix Arizona where it was recently 118 degrees Farenheit. She likes it.

I would definitely describe 118 degrees as Hellish.

"Yeah, but its a dry heat."

Sure ... You're in convection oven instead of a "bain marie".

How's that supposed to be better?

One of the entries in Rogets thesaurus describes it as "infernal" and I would agree.

Man, I'm swimming in my own flop sweat here in New Jersey and its only 90 some odd degrees. :-)

But she seems to like it so there must be something to it (that I'll probably never discover.)

I like Scott Sloane of the Alaska Podshow Podcast because he's got stories about ice and snow and glaciers and ice floes, frozen pipes and crap like that.

I can't imagine myself in Phoenix in a summer heat wave.

Strike that.

I can imagine myself, as a puddle of dried up goo on the sidewalk.

Still I'm not making fun of her.

She knows Karate.

(Actually she reads like a fun person to know.)

Go check out her blog and give her some feedback and some encouragement.

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I'm still following what's happening with Mr. Magno.

He had some set backs but he should be back on the road soon.

God speed Carlo.

(He's my friggin' namesake for Christ's sake.

Charles ... Carlo ...

C'mon, it doesn't take a degree in linguistics to figure it out.

They both share a common root: Carulus [ which means strong and manly! ] :-)

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I'm in some talks with the Chefs For MS about not only going on the dinner cruise, but shelling out some sheckels and sponsoring a bunch of raffle prizes from the eight bottles of wine I could bring to the soirée.

We're not talkin' Ripple or Thunderbird here, (or even Bright's Canadian Sherry. [Glarg... Spew... {That's the foulest thing I can remember from my highshool days; getting bombed on that puke. Geah...}])

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I'm getting some feedback of a sort from you my gentle listeners, despite what I say about dentistry. (Its like pulling teeth...)

My stats are showing me things that give me hope. :-)

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The theme this week is going to be about time.

The older ones out there, like moi, will remember the Byrds singing "Turn, turn, turn."

"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven…
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance…
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away…"
(Ecclesiastes 3:1-6)

And the classy guitar riff that underlaid that song.

Of course I am not into that prophetic shit, which is basically a variant of a pissing contest, as to who's god has got a bigger smiter.

No I'm into time as a dimension of space-time.

A unidirectional arrow plowing through reality and keeping the then from the now.

Quoting Wikipedia: "This is the most obvious arrow in human experience:

We feel as if we are travelling from the past to the future;

we perceive and remember the past and not the future (although sometimes these are treated as two different phenomena).

However, because the workings of the mind are so complex and little understood, it is not obvious how the physical arrows of time contribute to this perception.

It may be that learning to generate the causes needed to produce desired effects embedded the causal arrow in our perception.

It has also been argued that the arrow of time as we perceive it results from the influence of the second law of thermodynamics on the evolution of the brain, so that the psychological arrow follows from the thermodynamic.

To remember something, our memory goes from a disordered state to a more ordered one, or from one ordered state to another.

To ensure that the new state is the correct one, energy must be used to perform the work and this increases the disorder in the rest of the universe.

There is always a greater increase in disorder than the amount of order gained in our memory, thus the arrow of time in which we remember things is in the same direction as that in which the disorder of the universe increases.

The link between this arrow of time and the thermodynamic arrow of time is best understood if we remember that the Second Law of Thermodynamics dictates that correlations between different parts of a system will be increased towards the future (rather than towards the past).

Since memory is correlations between our brain cells (or computer bits) and the outer world, it is obvious why memory should be created as time passes (towards the future) rather than vice versa (towards the past).

Additionally, our deeds may affect the future but not the past because affecting the outer world means to create correlations between ourselves (our bodies or brains) and the outer world."

This a very fancy way of saying that we can't affect the events of the past because they have affected the events of the present.

Given that the shortest moment of time, Planct Time, or 5.39121 × 10−44 seconds, is the shortest interval when there is a when, when there can be a then and a now, I consider that to be the clock tick of the universe. (Which also happens to set some upper limit on computational speed.)

There are calculatable, physical reasons why the parameters of the universe are set up that way and there are demostrable, physical limitations as to why the values for the parameters are what they are. (There are about and only twenty of them.)

What ever happens between the clock ticks ... is fundamentally unknowable.

(And that is where I would put any deity, [Allah, God, Manitu, Vishu, Yaweh, whatever] [and keep it safe from us, {and keep us safe from it.}])

I get off on suff like that. Am I weird or what? :-)