On hope, death, and life

This weekend, Shelly and I both got some new tattoos. We both got the same tattoo, but not for the reasons you might think.

The tattoo itself is the Kanji for “Hope,” and looks something like this:

We each got the characters on the inside of our right wrists. And no, it has nothig to do with the fact that we’re dating, and everything to do with a set of shared values about the future.

Every day since I was very young, every single day without fail for my entire adult life and most of my childhood, I have been aware of the fact that someday, I’m going to die. This has been a universal constant of the human condition since we first began using language and making tools. There’s no getting around it; the unescapable, inexorable reality of death has fueled the fabrication of entire complex paradigms and mythologies, all designed to reassure their believers that once you get past the grave, if you but only follow some arbitrary and manufactured set of rules, nothing can go wrong.

This has been the reality of the human experience for all of human history…until now. Now, for the first time ever, we can see a mechanism by which aging and death can be circumvented. We aren’t there yet, but we know it is possible. On the horizon, we can see a reality in which old age is no longer a part of the normal human reality, and death is not inevitable. We can see the mechanisms responsible for these things. We can see that these mechanisms can be manipulated. We know that altering these mechanisms does not violate any fundamental law of physics. At this point, it’s simply a question of figuring out how to do it.

Two years before the Wright Brothers flew, Lord Kelvin, the famos physicist who lent his name to the Kelvin scale of temperature and whose work was instrumental in understanding the nature of heat and energy, the man who helped contribute to our basic knowledge of thermodynamics, stated flatly and absolutely, “Heavier than air flight is impossible.” When it was pointed out to him that birds are heavier than air and birds fly, he answered to the effect of “That’s different–birds are alive.”

In fact, he was wrong for one simple and obvious reason: The fact that birds can fly demonstrates clearly and beyond refute that heavier-than-air flight violates no fundamental law of physics. History shows us that that which does not violate the fundamental laws of physics can, eventually, be done; it’s simply a matter of having the will and the time to figure out how to do it.

Nanotechnology promises something no other branch of human exploration has yet promised: the ability to, on an atomic scale, order molecular systems in any way we wish that is not prohibited by the laws of physics. Human beings are molecular systems; the laws by which cellular biology work are becoming very well understood, and when reduced to its simplest components, any biological system is simply a complex system of self-replicating biological machinery, operating in accordance with physical laws to construct large-scale macroscopic systems from small-scale molecular assemblers. Molecular assembly, like heavier than air flight, does not violate the laws of physics; we know this because we see large-scale systems built by molecular assemblers every day. Biological systems which do not age and die do not violate the laws of physics; we know this because we have examples of such systems, in trees that live for four thousand years and microbes that can survive for twenty-five thousand years or longer. Changing the operation of biological systems in arbitrary ways can be done without violating the laws of physics; we’ve known this since the advent of the first drugs, and advances in gene therapy have demonstrated that almost any result we want in almost any biological system is at least theoretically possible.

So, back to the tattoo. I am living in one of the first generations in all of human history where we can honestly say we are beginning to understand the physical mechanisms of aging and death, and we can see ways those mechanisms may be altered. Will it happen soon enough to save me? It’s a long shot. But make no mistake about it: we are fast approaching the first generation of human beings who will be born into a world where old age and death are not inevitable. There is hope–not only for me as an individual, but for us as a species. Erasing old age and the inevitability of enfeeblement and death will transform the human condition in ways that we can not hope to predict, and are at least as profound and as deep as the development of language.

I will do everything in my power to be there to watch it happen.

There’s a good chance, of course, that the technology will not develop before I die. In that eventuality, there’s a backup plan: Alcor. It too is a long shot, but now that I have a better understanding of what they hope to accomplish, and the mechanism by which they hope to accomplish it, it’s not as much of a long shot as it seems.

So. Now I have hope, and hope is a powerful thing.

Fun link o’ the Day: Conservative Phone Sex

Ganked with extreme prejudice from crasch

Conservative Phone Sex

These hot girls will say anything you want them to, from “Iraq has weapons of mass destruction” to “coalition of the willing.” Just the thing for lonely conservatives desperate to escape into their own fantasy world! Possibly not work-safe; requires QuickTime.

Most. Beautiful. Thing. EVAR.

Ganked from wolfger: the world’s most gorgeous sight, in that industrial kinda way…

More information (and more pics!) behind the LJ cut

And while I’m in a posting frenzy…

…the Fun Link o’ the Day: Cartoons inspired by spam subject lines. Funny, more or less work-safe, ganked from foxmagic.

At long last: Necro photos!


Yes, it’s a science fiction convention, with everything that implies. My friend Sharra actually wore this slave girl outfit to the opening of Star Wars: Episode I. The gas mask I’m wearing in this picture was a birthday gift from datan0de to Shelly; I appropriated it for the convention because it looks so good freaky with that jacket.

And now, without further ado…
More bandwidth-crushing, not-safe-for-work pictures below!

No, not the Necronomicon photos yet…

…I’ll post those later today.

Instead, i want to complain about silicone.

The distribution of stress inside silicone rubber is fractal in nature. What that means is that silicone rubber tends to fail in unpredictable ways when it’s stressed. It never cleaves cleanly in the way that most solids do. It will rip or tear, always roughly and sometimes not at the point of greatest stress.

What that means is that carving, boring, and drilling a silicone dildo is exceptionally difficult and frustrating. It’s virtually impossible to get a clean hole through a silicone dildo, and the silicone can rip even when being sliced by a razor knife. It also deforms under stress, of course, so the cuts and holes assume an irregular shape when the stress is relieved.

Frustratin’.

Phew!

Back from Necronomicon and the traditional post-Necro sushi dinner. Much fun, many pictures, strip “Are You a Werewolf?” Will post more later. Need sleep now. Too tired for complete sentences.

Necro, Alcor, other proper nouns as needed

Tomorrow is the first day of Necronomicon, which means I’ll be out of the loop for a while, and probably post lots and lots of pictures come Monday or Tuesday. (Those of you with dialup access, be warned…you have three days to get broadband!) Alas, we’ll be missing the traditional post-Necro sushi run, as we’ve pledged to help our roommate move.


Finished all the Alcor insurance paperwork and mailed it off yesterday; I plan to finish the preliminary Alcor documents and mail them off today. Still on track to have my Alcor bracelet by year’s end!


AOL has begun intermittently filtering LJ notifications as “spam,” despite the fact that LiveJournal is supposedly whitelisted. Not all of ’em, mind; only a couple here and a couple there. If I don’t respond to something someone posts, that’s why.


There’s a flurry going around that George Dubya, the man legendary for (among other things) his complete incompetence when speaking in public, may be doing as well as he is in the debates because he’s wearing a wireless headset that connects him to an off-stage coach. Which is, to be perfectly blunt, entirely plausible. However, one of the people on a newsgroup I read proposed an alternate explanation for the buldge on Dubya’s back: “Maybe it’s a bra strap.”


Nxt weekend: Tampa Fetish Party. Following weekend: FantasyFest in Key West. Weekend after that: Collapse into an exhausted coma and die.

Fun link o’ the Day

Run MacOS X on your Xbox.

First, mod your Xbox to run software not approved of by the High Corporate Office in Redmond. Then, install Linux. Then, compile and install the Linux PowerPC emulator. Then, config it. Then, create a disc image of the MacOS Installer CD. Then, stick the disc image on the Xbox hard drive. Then, run the emulator. Then, install MacOS X.

Oh, but don’t try any heavy lifting…the PowerPC emulation environment is so slow, running the installer takes around ten hours(!). On the good side, though, a display of geekery this excessive is bound to get you laid… 🙂