Just a thought

I am doing research for an article on intelligence, learning and the brain at the moment. And it is fascinating stuff, to say the least, especially in the light of the fact that we are so far away from even being able to define and pinpoint a thought in the physical brain.

It does amaze me that there are so many theories and ideas about the elusive existence of thoughts, of memories and images of the mind.

Where does it all come from indeed. 😉 We are, in my current understanding, converting electrical impulses into intangible thoughtpatterns fully equipped with reasoning, logic and the ability to form these into new creative ideas. Of course all minutely adapted to the billions of varieties that humanity consists of.

No two people have ever had the exact same and interchangeable thoughtpatterns. Not now and not for as far back in history as we can possibly get, not even identical twins. There is of course something else entirely going on. With our technology as it is at the present, we have no way of measuring anything that remotely resemble a thought, its origin, development and existence. But there are some interesting similarities to the way other electrical devices, for a lack of a better word, transforms electricity into tangible images, sounds and objects which may hold some form of answer to the mysteries of the creation of thought.

Take a radio for instance. It is but an organised design of physical materials untill you add an electrical outlet, turn it on and scroll up and down the scale of frequencies. Then, and not by magic we know that, different stations transmit their programs on this one reciever. Depending on the frequency you choose you will get different results. It is all there, in the air, being sent via electricity, airwaves etc. and then recieved at this particular station.

I am not postulating that the mind and the brain functions in exactly the same way, but it is scientifically proven that the electricity in the brain, the electrical impulses between synapses, can be manipulated from outside sources, thus resulting in changed or new thoughtpatterns. My personal inkling is this, we are tuning in to electrical frequencies which in turn is affecting our brainwaves and our thoughts.

This is in no way groundbreaking news. And let me explain this through the function of the strongest creator of magnetic and electrical fields in the body, the heart. It is a wellknown fact that the heart is affected by our emotions. What is not known to all of us is that the magnetic and electrical fields created by our emotions also affect the electromagnetic field of the earth. And this of course also works the other way around. We are affected by the electromagnetic field of earth.

Our brain is not only emitting electric energy. It is also recieving electric energy in much the same way as the heart. Hence my comparison to the aforementioned electrical equipment. The thing to contemplate here could be – how? And what exactly makes the human brain recieve and process logical and sensible (well hopefully) thoughts complete with compassionate understanding of the workings of our world?

Brainresearch has shown that different areas of the brain handle different aspects of physical and mental abilities and that specific cells like the spindle cells are responsible, maybe not solely, for our social organisation, emotions, intuition and gut-reactions. These spindle cells are found in humans and, as is known now, in dolphins and humpback whales which certainly could explain their ability to cooperate, solve complex problems, feel emotions and be compassionate. So, if these spindle cells are as deeply involved in the creation of thoughts, then where do they recieve their information from?

A million things need to be discovered before some kind of answer appears, and I would really be excited to learn more about the ‘how’ of it all and possibly the ‘where from’ of it all. 🙂

Ramanujan

I really enjoy watching movies that are based on real life-stories. And I have seen a fair amount of these over the years. They are incredibly educational. And with each and everyone of them I have added new knowledge and new interests to my reservoir. There are of course those stories that are founded in a real life-event, but then the creators/writers have used their artistic freedom to spin the story in a different way. These movies can be very good too. But the ones I  like the best are the ones that are true to the original life-experience.

I watched one of the latter last night, “The man who knew infinity”, which is the story of Ramanujan, the world renowned mathematician, who changed mathematics forever, and his friendship with G. H. Hardy, a professor in mathematics at Trinity College in Cambridge.

Ramanujan was born in India in 1887 in a poor family and was a selftaught mathematian, aided and inspired by local students. He was a genious who intuitively knew the patterns and constructs of complex mathematics from an early age and who diligently wrote his findings down in notebooks some of which later became published at Trinity College in Cambridge.

With no formal education he wrote to G. H. Hardy including a small sample of his theorims and the british mathmatician, who recognized Ramanujans extraordinary talent, invited him to Trinity College to work together proving these theorims and to publish Ramanujins works.

The movie extensively covers the many obstacles Ramanujan faced: racism (India was a British colony), religious difficulties as Ramanujan was a devout Hindu and the stringent procedures of early 20th century university rules and regulations.

However, as I am not going to reveal the entire movie. It is a spellbinding story of overcoming adversities and paving the way for groundbreaking achievements in mathematics. The story is excellent and well worth watching, not just because of Ramanujans lifestory; but also because it draws a crystalclear picture of the many cultural differences which not only divided people in those days, but unfortunately still does.

We, as a species, have a long way to go – it seems.

Value of (some) human life

We have literally been flooded with images of the aftermaths of hurricanes, massive rainfalls and human tragedies across the globe. While I am all for getting the news out there, so to speak, I do wonder a bit what lies behind the amount of coverage an incident gets.

August 13th. a terror attack kills 13 and injures 100 in Barcelona.
August 14th. a mudslide kills over 1000 people and leaves around 3000 homeless.

While the Barcelona terror attack was reported on extensively, directly and very detailed, the mudslide in Sierra Leone was more or less just reported on as a sidestory.

August 28th. hurricane Harvey devastates Texas and specifically Houston with a deathtoll of approximately 45, thousands left homeless and huge areas of the city under water with added risks of many more affected due to aftermaths.
August 29th. torrential rains in Mumbai leaves the city more or less under water and with the recent flooding in Bangladesh and Nepal the number of deaths come to more than 1200, houses collapsing, the Mumbai-inhabitants facing even more deaths and disease in the near future.

The Houston floods was, and is still, covered in detail and in length on MSM and elsewhere. While the flooding in Mumbai is recieving little to no attention after the initial reporting.

Why is there this blatant discrepancy in the reporting of western disasters as opposed to disasters taking place in Africa or Asia?

Are western lives more important?

Is this a poorly disguised attempt to place value on human life depending on what race or what country we are talking about?

What is this conscious choice in the media-reporting telling us?

Can we, as a humanity, keep accepting that western countries recieve more attention than the rest of the world despite the fact that western economies are so much better equipped to deal with the aftermaths than say India and Africa?

What will this manipulation through the medias cost in the long run if not deepening the rift between races, religions and politics. We are experiencing a world that is more and more dependant on the cooperation of nations and yet the imbalance between the poor countries and the rich is becoming more and more pronounced.

The pictures from Mumbai and Houston are similar. People struggling through massive flooding to get themselves, their families and the few belongings they can carrie to safe places hoping for some kind of relief, food and shelter and yet it seems that it is more important to the medias to report on the disaster in the US than the one in India.

I am hoping that this will change in the near future. That there will be enough outcry from people all over the world to demand that we treat everyone equally and that we do not create false discrimination based on country of origin.

We have to make a change in the way the media and we ourselves value human life if we plan for a better world.

There is no way around it.

Jazz

Ben Webster on saxophone filling the air with soft jazz, Nina Simone and her unforgettable voice opening ever so slightly to worlds gone by and Erroll Garner, Al de Meola, Mills Brothers, Andrew Sisters and, and, and……………need I say more.

The music of masters, a time forever existing in some corner of my memories and magically merging, fusing, melting, almost invisibly, past and present and future.

Timeless in essense. Jazz. My mentor, my friend, my muse. Colours weaving out-of-this-world patterns. Creation holding its breath in anticipation for just one more swirl of motion.

Seems I have allways been meant to be born in a time where jazz was part of the equation. To me there is no other music that even comes close to expressing a fraction of what life is all about.
Growing up in the sixties there were plenty of other choices, but jazz made its imprint, deep and longlasting. Gaining depth, love and understanding as time went by.

I have my parents and the era I was born into to thank for the initial exposure. And I am incredibly grateful for this gift.

Of course there was classical, folk, rock and pop too; but jazz was the colour of my childhood and youth and has been my faithfull companion through thick and thin all through the years.

Remaining my stable goto whereever I am in life.

I have on occasion expanded my listening enjoyment to Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Jim Reeves and even Patsy Cline and Vera Lynn, if you can believe it, and for me it fits together beautifully.

Jazz is an aspect of me that makes everything else make sense in a way no other music can. It fills out the gaps and inspires, uplifts and expands my world reminding me of who I am as a soul, a human and a participant in this infinite universe.

Jazz is life. So simple. So profound.

5G – is faster really better?????

So, for some time now we have been stuck in this turtle-paced reality of 4G, an evolution of 3G bringing more and faster communication-possibilities via cellphones, tablets and computers. Connecting us even tighter to the virtual world.

And now introducing 5G to the desperate masses! Sorry, folks.

While 4G operates on EMF – Wi-Fi networks rely on microwaves – a type of electromagnetic radiation using frequencies up to 6 gigahertz (GHz) to transmit data. The 5 G will use a new spectrum band in even higher frequencies – 6 GHz to 100 GHz and possibly beyond, using submillimeter and millimeter waves.

To the novice, and/or unknowing, excited recipient of these technologies (yaiii we can download a movie in seconds;-) ), these are the same frequencies as pain-inflicting crowd control weapons, the socalled Active Denial Systems, designed to disperse lets say a demonstration by inducing an  unpleasant burning sensation on the skin so that it feels like the body is on fire making the person/persons move away from the beam.

“The use of sub-terahertz (Millimeter wave) communications technology (cell phones, Wi-Fi, network transmission antennas) could cause humans to feel physical pain via nociceptors, ” quote by Dr. Yael Stein, MD,

These waves, that the 5G operates on, interact directly with human skin, specifically the sweat glands making it even more obvious that such an upgrade should be researched thoroughly before it is implemented on the unsuspecting public.

Right now we have celltowers in the millions scattered all over the earth (and miniantennaes from each and every cellphone in the billions) sending out signals left, right and center 24/7. 4G is able to more easily penetrate physical objects (remember the body here) but 5G needs to be closer, meaning that there will be a need for even more masts closer together which again will have the consequence that humans as well as animals and plantlife will be exposed to an even larger degree.

Let me just tell you a fact about EMF in the following shortened version.

In 1952 a german teacher by the name of Schumann discovered that the Earth has a pulse of 7,83 Hz. Somewhat later Hans Berger discovered what he called the Alpha-wave and he and Schumann worked together to test how this pulse affected humans. They constructed an underground habitat which could be completely shielded from the Schumann resonance (which it is now called) and had volunteerstudents live in these quarters for up to 6 months.
Deprived of the natural pulse of 7,83 HZ the students began to show signs of deteriorating health: disrupted sleep/wake cycle, change in heartrythm, lethargy, depression etc. Then the shielding was removed and within days, some only hours, the students regained their health, their circadian rythm normalised and their mental maladies completely reverted to normal.

In other scientific studies it has been proven that this natural EMF is vital to the survival of every living being on this planet. And when it is removed or somehow altered physical and mental changes take place. And when you think about the fact that cells, molecules and even DNA communicate via electric impulses it is not hard at all to imagine how utterly disruptive it is for us to be subjected to the massive amounts of EMF, via wifi, cellmasts, smartmeters, satelites and buoys that is currently taking place.

Finding a wifi-free zone anywhere nowadays is almost impossible, and interestingly enough one of the free zones that do exist is in Virginia where a large array is situated working to catch sounds and transmissions from space – the reason for this is: that this large array is interrupted in its recieving of cosmic chatter if the frequencies of wireless electromagnetic hz are present, well, you got me baffled 😉

Just think that if EMF from wifi can disturb a large array, what do you think it is disturbing in humans and other living beings on earth?

Another little titbit of knowledge concerning 5G is that working with submillimeter and millimeter waves there is an inherent possibility of jamming, obstructing and interfering through this bandwidth, like in wartime where the military would mess with band-frequencies to throw off the enemy, to the extent that it affects the natural Schumann-resonance thereby causing damage to DNA, cellular memory and more.

Well, I dont know about you, but I would certainly prefer another way of expediting virtual  communication and interaction globally. One that does not jeopardize its population.

Go on, research it, google it, go to the library and get informed. Because right now it is being implemented (completion date 2020) without the public being consulted and as we are the recipients, we should have a vote in this, don’t you think?

The handmaid’s tale

So, Margaret Atwood’s book: The Handmaid’s Tale is an amazing read.

I got the book and started reading when I opted for watching the series alongside to get a different take and hopefully to have the two medias blend together.

And this is exactly what happened. The series give an extra dimension visually and adds backstory through the characters memories which just enhances the written story, for me anyway.

And the book is a mesmerizing read. One word takes the next effortlessly as the diary of the handmaid Offred unfolds even deeper nuances into a world of dystopian disasters where religious control is the mainstay of the day.
A christian group “Sons of Jacob” stages an attack on congress (this is with the US as background) killing the president and continuing from here first to suspend the United States Constitution, of course with the pretext to restore order.

And then to take away human rights. In particular womens rights who are now the property of men, are forbidden to read and write and have jobs and income. And the human rights are also taken away from anyone else who does not fit into the Old Testament way of thinking, such as doctors who performed abortions, people who oppose this new totalitarian theocracy and people of different sexual orientation.

The world has experienced a devastating drop in fertility and the few women who are able to bear children become handmaids in households with the sole purpose of using their bodies to produce the next generation.
They are mere slaves in a system where noone can be trusted, everyone is a potential spy and they are kept in their place through physical and mental abuse. Those who do not conform undergo bodily mutilation if the are fertile and exile to the colonies or death if they are not. There is no way out of Gilead, as this part of the old US is now known.

This is just a first impression of course as I haven’t yet finished reading the book.

The thing that strikes me though is that however horrifying a future picture this might be, this is not just a fictional dystopian scenario. Nor is it just a depiction of a society aeons ago. This is something that has happened and is actually happening in the world today.

And this is what makes Margaret Atwoods book, written in 1985, so eerily to the point. The idea depicted in the book of the religious and political supression of women and people who oppose the system is sadly a reality for thousands, indeed millions of women (and men) in our world today.

And the mere fact that this is still tolerated silently is just evidence that we as a worldly society still have so far to go.

We are not out of the medieval era yet, not by a long shot.

Language and the concept of time

Language has always been a mystery to me. Well, not language as such, but how we interact through language. Our intentions and sentiments are more often than not lost as we translate them into language and unintentionally we often end up explaining ourselves endlessly in order to convey what we meant using time and experience as our tools of expressing a more accurate account of what we said.
So, how do we communicate clearly with each other through language without being misunderstood/misinterpreted when coming from completely different backgrounds, cultures and life experiences? And how do we get a clearer understanding of the essence of what we are being communicated and/or are communicating ourselves?

The trick is to keep time out of the equation.
Completely.
There is no way around this essential detail.
It is not a question of when or where, or even of how or why, but of connection.

What is the connection between what is expressed in words, sounds or signs and the unique experience of the one expressing them? Every sentence, every word, every pause has a significance, a meaning and an infinite source of interpretation.

Now infinite may be slightly exaggerated; but taken into account that there are over 7 billion of us humans, going on 9, the math of the numerous connections come very close to a staggering number of possible interpretations.
Especially when one takes into consideration that each individual is exactly that, individual, having years of learning and interpretation of their particular worldview and adding to that their own unique dictionary of the language. Even though two people live right next to each other they will invariably have quite different accounts of shared experiences and sometimes even completely opposite views of the circumstances they both witnessed.

It is therefore quite a puzzle, bordering on enigmatic, establishing a common communication-mode and even more so an understanding between individuals when solely relying on language as we know it.

The words are what they are, descriptive based on observation and inherited and learned observation – this is what it is. It is when the concept of time enters into the mix that most of the diverse misunderstandings arises.

Now there are a few languages which do not factor in the concept of time (past, present, future etc.) but rely on expressions of mood as to whether something has happened, is happening or will be happening. And through completely removing time from language the raw essence of the communication is left, thereby expressing the action, intent and content with much more clarity and precision.

One of these languages belong to the Pirahã tribe in Brazil and for them language is expressing their understanding of existence which is all about the present, the now. This is all there is. Their cultural formular, if you will is: Live here live now. So everything for them is happening in the present relieving the language of the burden of time related complications.
An example is:  “When I have finished eating, I would like to speak with you,” the Pirahãs say, “I finish eating, I speak with you.” (Source)

Now just imagine if our language had the same quality. None of those debatable interpretations of past, present or future-actions, just the essence: this is what is now – and how does that sit with you?

I could certainly imagine a lot of international (political, philosophical, religious etc.) debates and discussions being reduced significantly, not only in the endless hours spent communicating and interpreting the possible meanings, but also in the misunderstandings deriving from these seemingly never ending talks.

Just imagine if only the essence of the communication was present, and the concept of time was left out completely, how much easier and accessible intercultural understand would be.

Tiny House

I have been fascinating by tiny houses for a few years now. It kind of reminds me of summerhouses, small, cosy and cute 🙂 and I have been watching countless videos on youtube showing tiny houses around the world for a few years now.

Allways imagining building one myself or having one built to my wishes and wants, creating floorplans and interiors and materials to suit my ideas of sustainable living.

You know, solarpanels, a small woodburning fireplace, a minimal kitchen, composting toilet, storagespace but not too much (I like the idea of using the width of the tiny house instead) and so on….

And then yesterday I had the opportunity to actually visit one where I live.

Amazing, beautifull and very revealing of the reality of living in such a small, albeit wellordered, space.

I did enjoy the experience of it and I did realize one very important fact – the idea is far more attractive in theory than in real life.

Oh, I could easily spend a holiday in one; but I do think that I would eventually tire of the limited space and in the long run maybe find the whole thing too claustrophobic for my taste.

I like space around me.

I like the fact that I can dance around without falling over furniture, I like a lot of light in my livingquarters and I like the fact that I can close the door to the bedroom, the kitchen etc. and still have more than enough room to have people over for dinner or whatever.

And I love that I have two walls dedicated to books and things.

So, I guess I am not a candidate for a tiny house just yet.

But it was, and still is, a charming idea 🙂

Pedestrian rant….

So, I don’t have a drivers license, which makes it logical that I don’t have a car either of course.

I walk everywhere, all the time and I don’t mind the rain, snow or even a storm. Walking is my thing if you like. Which in this society makes me a pedestrian. Ha, yes I am aware of the doublemeaning….. In this context however I am referring to us bipeds who frequent the pavements of this world.

We do however from time to time claim the right to cross over streets to a pavement on the opposite side. And while this sometimes does occur outside the reserved spaces for pedestrians, (you know where no lights are telling you when you are allowed to cross over and you do it when its safe, because being a pedestrian doesn’t automatically take away your sanity and ability to judge a situation), a lot of crossing over happens at designated pedestrian crossings.

Lights going from red to yellow to green. You know what I mean.

Now here is a thing that annoys me no end.

Usually, the person walking, has to push a button to activate the trafficlights that controls the pedestrian crossing area. Fine, whatever!

But, the tricky thing is to get there in time. There is a short window of opportunity in which the pedestrian has a chance to notify the trafficlights that, yes here is a person who wants the possibility to cross the streets in an orderly fashion, (something society apparently values highly).
The idea is simple and yet if you miss this short window, the trafficlights overrule any pressing of buttons from the pedestrian and demonstratively refuses to give a green light, making the pedestrian wait another round before releasing the ‘it’s allright to go’ green light.

It is ludicrous. Cars rule, no exception. Even when it is pouring down, the umbrella has given way a long time ago and you are as wet as you could ever get and cars are whizzing by cascading puddle-water on your bag, your shoes and whatever else seems within reach (usually everything) – there are no exceptions to this rigid trafficlight dictatorship.

I have a sneaking suspicion that these trafficlights are designed by people who hate pedestrians with every fiber of their being and who has the evil wish to transform all kinds of transport into a cars only world, so that they once and for all can eradicate the menacing pedestrians alltogether.

Why on earth don’t they just let the trafficlights for pedestrians syncronize with the trafficlights for the cars going in the same direction? Would solve a lot of problems I tell you. When its green for cars then let it be green for us walking folks too.

How difficult can this concept be?

I have turned into quite the rebel, well I always was one anyway, I ignore the trafficlights completely. If cars can drive in the direction I am venturing, then certainly I can walk as well.

I have even converted a few very polite people in my time too. You know the type, they let out a resigned sigh when they missed the opportunity to push the button for walking and then they stand there waiting in constrained misery untill the light gives them permission to venture forth. I don’t know, anyway, I walk briskly by saluting them cheerily saying: I think it’s ok to cross now too. And they usually follow my lead albeit looking around to see if anyone has seen them misbehaving.

Society’s a bitch when it it comes to conditioning their inhabitants.

Another thing I find so discriminating about pedestrian crossings is the time one is allowed to use to cross the road. This is mindbafflingly short (if there is such a word). So short in fact that even though I walk quite fast the light turns red about ten steps before I reach the other side. Now I continue, as you will allready have guessed, why should I be stranded somewhere in the middle of the road waiting yet another round before its my turn again?

No f…ing way. Just saying……

Besides it totally screws up the chances of reaching the button controlling the pedestrian trafficsignal if one is needing to catch that one too, Soooooo…..

We should get our right to cross roads freely back. Get cars out and away from cities, towns and other areas where people live. Let the carowners walk for a change. It could actually do them some good, the exercise and the fresh air.

And just think of the amazing airquality we would gain with no exhaust from gasoline- and dieseldriven vehicles.

I vote for extensive no-car-zones now……. It’s about time!

Words, words, words….

So, I have been reading books all my life. Well, ever since I can remember. My dad was head of the local library and through this priviledge I spent quite a lot of my childhood in the company of the written word. Everyone in my family read and to me it seemed like I was surrounded by books.

I still read as much as I can get away with.

Growing up in the fifties and sixties reading was probably a more normal way to spend ones freetime, whereas today there are many supplementary choices like ebooks, audiobooks, movies, televisionseries etc. and access to these can be had on our smartphones, computers, tablets and TV.

Now I am not putting any of these options down.

Each of them has pros and cons and as society developes, as well as technology, we move on embracing even more sophisticated ways of storytelling and factfinding and -learning. So, logically there is nothing wrong with this evolution of how information is being delivered. And I am by no means a ludite, as my blog proves.

But for me books have a charm that no technological invention will ever be able to provide.

The feel of the paper, pages turning, the sweet smell of the printed texture, the quiet atmosphere as I delve into the written word and the complete surrender to the world of the story as it unfolds before my eyes and in my mind.

I am at peace.

There is no humming from electrical equipment, no distraction of my attention wondering if there is a mail on the way or an sms etc., no lighted background interrupting my melatonin-production and no wifi messing with my natural brainwaves.

In short to me books represent a sweet calmness where I can immerse myself  in a parallel timeline cocreated by the author and myself, completely unique and blissfully void of any interference.