“I’ve found that people who talk about futurism or transhumanism are usually not doing anything particularly technologically significant with their lives.
I must also observe that Mr. Tonnies was a transhumanist, not in-fact a posthumanist, which mainly extends humanism by giving non-humans moral value.
So transhumanism is mostly about implants & robots while posthumanism is largely about animal rights. Btw, antihumanism is cryptic bitching about humanism’s failures.
posted by jeffburdges at 6:44 AM on October 25, 2009 [1 favorite]”
We miss you Mac.
Trying out a new scale graphic for the HiRise satellite photos. The Space Needle. I went up in it when I was a little kid back in the seventies. This is an area north of where Curiosity rover is now. Think I will find a smaller reference structure for these extreme zoom in shots, it is taking up too much space. Why did I go up in the Space Needle? Well, it was better than…
Here is actual non zoomed size of the HiRise strip.
Haven’t posted here in a while. Tommy Bolon is dead, does it really matter?
Run down ghost town, no chance for love
No sign of life – just wild dogs howlin’ in the night
That’s what I like
Hey porter come and cut me free
I’m sick of my own company
Sometimes I miss the gold
Most times I miss my home
That’s where I’d go
If I knew which way was home
That’s what I like
Hear ’em howl….
Mars satellite photo of an area on the north east edge of Mt Sharp. Some water flowed out of the mountain fairly recently, interesting features to be seen in the area where the water came out.
New Curiosity photo just dropped. I was going to play some more Endless Space II, but there is something down on the floor of that plain that is too big to ignore. Except by NASA of course.
The visitor graph bar that WordPress includes is a bit disconcerting. The more looks, the higher it goes, just like the Tower of Babel. Writing is a dropping of thoughts onto a page to be picked up latter. Seems like quite a bit of work, all that scribbling and comprehending. And when I post someone elses quote it is like we are in a bucket brigade at a library fire. Is it the great sadness that makes it so hard to write? The tiredness of existence? A loss of creative energy? If the universe is sliding into entropy, with now only pockets of expansive complexity, am I more in tune with the over all vibe, than this jumping lokal called Earth? What ever it is I must have caught it somewhere along the line. I am not even bothering to correct spelling errors that spellcheck cannot comprehend. At least I am unknown to this AI, at least for now.