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Do you really know what’s happening around you?

Thursday, March 22nd, 2012

The interesting thing about reality is that we don’t notice it until after it has happened, if we notice it at all. At a fundamental level we are experiencing the world as a flow of environmental data; things happen and register with our nervous system through our senses. And, we notice.

Or do we?

The interesting thing about reality is that we don’t notice it until after it has happened. Each sense is processing a constant stream of stimulus, whether we notice it or not. And, it’s all competing to be noticed by our consciousness. Most of it simply passes us by, as if it didn’t happen, but a small amount of it bubbles through our thoughts and awarenesses to cause us to direct our attention. By the time we do, the original event registered by our senses has gone, and been replaced by whatever is happening now.

The interesting thing about reality is that we sometimes don’t notice it at all. A sensation bubbles through our nervous system and we become conscious of it, and then we notice what it means; a sound becomes a plane passing overhead, and we no longer notice the sound just the plane; the sensation in our stomach becomes our hunger, and we only notice the hunger not the muscular tension. The colour, texture and sound in front of me becomes you, and I no longer notice the individual sense data that makes you up, I just notice something that I call you. I stop paying attention to what is going on, and instead pay attention to the abstraction of it, and in that moment I can cease to notice when you do something subtly different from what I expected you to do.

We mostly don’t notice what’s going on in the world, instead we notice what we notice about what’s going on, and then act as if that is what is going on. We replace reality with our model of reality, and reality as it is actually happening fades into the background. Once something has a meaning, that meaning replaces the something, and the raw something ceases to exist.

This has a profound impact on the way that we respond to each other in environments where feedback defines how we work and what are are doing.  Are we responding to what is actually happening, or what we think is happening? How does someone respond to our response, do they respond to what we are doing, or what they think that we are doing?

How often do you notice that the person talking to you was actually talking about something other than what you thought they were? If the answer is rarely, then I suggest you stop and actually pay attention to what’s really going on around you. Do you notice reality as it actually is, or could be that you’ve been paying attention to your imagination instead?

(Image: Idea go / FreeDigitalPhotos.net)

Defining your own job.

Friday, February 24th, 2012
Image: Master isolated images / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image: Master isolated images / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

When most people look for work they pick from the menu of jobs that are already on offer and enter a “career” based around already established roles.

Another way is to write the menu for yourself, and develop a meal that’s never been tasted before. It’s a harder job, because you’ve only got your intuitions guiding you, and the relationships you have in place with others supporting those directions that you want to move it.

However, I reckon that ultimately it’s more rewarding, as you get to define your own role and identity, instead of living your life through roles defined by others. At the end of the day you get to say “I lived my own life”.

Thoughts about the nature of learning and education.

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012
Image: FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image: FreeDigitalPhotos.net

When someone learns what has to be present for them? Is it a teacher? Is it content? Is it a subject?

How do they know that they are learning? How do they know when they have learnt?

Is the learning in the form of knowledge or is it skills? Is it experience of doing something, or thinking something?

What is possible for them having acquired the learning?

Is it important how education is delivered? How does the way that it is delivered affect the quality of what is learnt? Is it possible to deliver education in such a way that prevents the acquisition of further education? Is it possible to deliver education in such a way that it enhances the future acquisition of further education?

What are the limitations present in the current way the education is delivered to our children? Which of these are are intentional and which are unintentional? Which are acknowledged and which are not noticed?

 

Seeing things again, as they really are.

Monday, January 9th, 2012

The moon has always been a flat disc, invariably waxing and waning through the illustrations in the story books of my youth. And, so as I grew up, that’s how I saw it – up in the sky, a mixture of bright light and silhouette, mysterious but unquestionably there.

I’m not sure when I became aware that the moon was a ball, in strange oscillation around our home planet. I think that that was from an early age too, when for me the solar system was first full of planets and lumps of rocks. But all I saw when I looked up as a child was the stars and a slice of the moon looking down on me in the night.

Suddenly, I remember when as a teenager it happened; the first time I looked at the moon and a voice in my head revealed in context, “that’s not a shape, that’s a volume!” And instantaneously, I became aware of the enormity of a massive orb encircling in the night sky. A thin slither of light highlighting a mostly dark, invisible globe, hiding in plain sight. The surprise of it still lives me with today, how something so old and familiar can suddenly become new and mysterious again.

Today as dusk threatens to break, I see my friend the moon again. This time it has a companion, a small bright star to keep it company; the only star in the sky. As a child I saw all points of light as stars, but this one is Jupiter; our humble moon and a majestic planet, owning the sky. Only now am I becoming aware that I have been looking at the planets all along, not all stars are stars, and what I thought was hidden was hidden in plain sight.

It is easy to get lost in the familiar and well known, the well heeled grooves of life. We take our relationship to the things in the world for granted, and over time they become comfortable and unchanging; we never think to question them or notice whether our ideas about them need updating. The same is true of our relationships with each other. Most individuals that we meet are pigeonholed into some category or other, after a very short time in their presence, and it is then subsequently very rare for a relationship to change dramatically, and for two individuals to get to know each other again as if for the first time.

I am reminded as I recall this childhood incident that it’s even possible for the most fundamental things, to become more than they were. That, quite literally, as sure that I am of what is real and what it means, I must hold open the possibility that at some level my working assumptions are wrong, and some deeper truth and understanding could be revealed to me.

As I find myself entering this new year, full of awareness that not so far beneath the surface of what I take for granted are relationships and inspirations staring me in the face but not previously seen, and I ponder on which of these will reveal themselves first.

On technology, time machines, and imagination

Thursday, October 6th, 2011

A long long time ago, when the land was owned by dinosaurs and man had not started breathing yet, times were simpler. There were no mobile phones or computers, no lasers or global positioning satellites, no steam engines, cars, planes, clocks, radios, toaster waffles.

But here’s a profound thought: our understanding of physics tells us that the Laws are Nature immutable; they’ve been the same since the Universe began (or forever, if you believe that it’s always just been). That means that any of our magical and revolutionary devices that we’ve invented today with our clever modern know-how would have just as easily worked back in time, millions of years ago, aeons before they were conceived.

Imagine then that we have a time machine (probably a Tardis, so that it’s big enough on the inside to hold all our junk). We could load it up with radio towers, diesel and generators, and a load of mobile phones, and take them on a ride back in time. Set it all up and switch it on, and it would work! We’d be able to make phone calls, and sell monthly contracts to tyrannosaurs so that they could keep in touch with the Daily Fossil!

Why is this exciting, I guess you are asking? Hmm indeed.

Well, project yourself now to the future, the distant future, maybe over 10,000 years from now. It’s plausible to expect that we would have solved many mysteries. We’ll know what dark energy is, and dark matter too, and the Universe will be our slave. We’ll have discovered new phenomena, and developed new technologies and materials; our clothes will all have nano-scale detailing and we’ll all drive around in vehicles with the new Ubbba-Drive-4S, powered by our own sense of satisfaction.

So then, what if one of our future selves dives into their Tardis-4S, packed with goodies, and descends on our timeline? Arthur C. Clarke said that any sufficiently advanced technology would be indistinguishable from magic, and so it would seem when your future-ganger switches on their 4D-Quanta-Viddy and holograms of yourself from all the adjacent parallel realities appear instantaneously beside you. Magic indeed!

But the point is that their technological toys would work in the here and now, rather nicely too. (Just imagine how much you could flog them for on E-Bay!) That is to say, that the only reason that we don’t have such miraculous faculties available to us today is not because the Universe doesn’t support such nonsense, but because no one has thought of it yet! It’s a limitation of our imaginations, not a limit of nature.

It is possible for someone, right here right now, to invent some amazing technology so amazing that we would not recognise it in relation to the world that we already understand. And the only thing stopping us from conceiving of such things is our imagination, and the limitations that we hold in place that prevent us from seeing and understanding the possibilities that are potentialities in the system that are available to be harnessed.

So, how do you relate to the possibilities that are available to you right now? My point is that there are known possibilities and unknown possibilities (apologies to Rumsfeld). Unless you hold a space available in your imagination for the unknown ones you might never genuinely do anything that will surprise you, or astonish you, and the world will never benefit from that wonderful thing that only you could give birth to.

Blog reborn.

Saturday, April 23rd, 2011

Anyone who knows me, knows that I can talk the hind legs off an elephant once I get going on something I’m passionate about. When I’m in this way, I don’t need to breathe, I can just go on and on. I have a lot to say, and a lot of opinions. So then, why is this blog mostly empty?

There are a number potential answers to that question, or excuses perhaps.

Firstly, Writing is not speaking. Many people I read seem to have the magic power of typing as fast as they can talk, and can easily roll off reams of text with seemingly little thought. Although I’m pretty good composing my thoughts verbally, when it comes to getting the words down I find that I’m somewhat dyslexic. I can’t get a whole sentence down without stopping halfway though and wondering what the consequences of that particular thought are, and suddenly I’m overwhelmed by many parallel ideas, all of which I want to write down but each of which take the conversation in a slightly different and non-compatible direction. I liken this to a quantum mechanical many-world view; my brain always seems to offer me a superposition of ideas, which makes it difficult to get them down in a linear sense. Speaking offers the chance of a correction and clarification mid-sentence that writing doesn’t.

Secondly, I prefer an intimate audience. I much prefer chatting to one or two close friends, than expounding on an idea to an anonymous audience. Blogging scares the hell out of me – what if I’m wrong about what I’m saying? What if I come across as pretentious? I do have ideas which I think are revolutionary and world-changing, but I know that they are not developed enough yet to influence the people whom need influencing to make those changes. I don’t want to come across as an idiot, and blow any opportunity that might present itself to be taken seriously. On the other hand, I am totally convinced that I’m worth listening too, and I’m not going to get anywhere unless I can talk to the world eloquently enough.

Finally (not really, but for the sake of finishing this post), I’m completely mad. Or so I’m told. My mental circuits do not fire in the conventional way. It took me many years to recognise this, and it explains a lot. Of course it could also be due to some interesting parenting, or childhood rebellion. Either way, I favour the path less trodden, and do not accept conventional wisdom without kicking and screaming. At least, not until I’ve proven it for myself. This usually means that most of what I talk about sounds like complete gibberish to most people, or at least gives them a headache. Now, who wants to sound like a complete nut case? Especially when the Internet contains most people!

Anyway, excuses aside. The main reason I’ve not been talking here so much, is that I didn’t have a coherent theme to express myself through. My blog was cast in my name (http://www.josef-k.net/), and that left me little room to manoeuvre for anything other than personal commentary. What I really want to express, however, is much more than that. Breathtakingly more (Note to self, remember to breathe!). To do that I need a raison d’être, an ontology to operate from, a central genus to weave my discourse around.

So I’ve reinvented myself, and I’m very excited about it. From hence forth this blog shall be known as ‘The thoughts of a Reality Hacker‘, because upon reflection, that’s what I am.

 


Head full of too much. Where’s all the spare time gone?

Sunday, June 27th, 2010

Too many things I want to do. Seriously! Tonight, I want to write some insights on my “physics & maths blog”, and I want to write a spec for the software I’m writing. I also want to install some code testing continuous build modules, and additionally, I want to go to bed before midnight so I don’t start the week totally shattered.

The likelihood is that in the three hours I’ve got left to squeeze in these three eight-hour projects, the kids will wake at least once, and need consoling or feeding, or both.

It is no wonder I’m so tired most of the time.

Growing a life worth living

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

I recently came across a comment in a wealth building community, it said “you can’t grow a company by cutting costs“. This makes sense. Making savings is a function of expenses. At best you could save everything you spend, but that isn’t going to increase your income, just the amount of money that you get to retain. If you are pulling in a fixed figure per month, then that is as much as you are earning. The most you can keep is that figure, and no more. If you want to grow, you have to do something else.

This thought has been fascinating me for the last month or so, as I’ve been engaging with the idea.

What I have come to realise is that there is an analogue between cutting costs and saving time. I have a list of things to do as long as anyone’s arm, and I find myself operating out of a ‘if I can just get my list done then I’ll have time for…’ mentality. The bills need paying, the bank statements need reconciling. The house need redecorating, as well as a patio laying and some damp proof course needing replacing. Then I have a bazillion books I need to read, some papers I need to write, and some friends I need to get back in touch with. That’s on top of the demands (and luxuries) that come from having a growing family, and a startup business. How on earth do I juggle all that? The seemingly obvious thought is that I need to just be more efficient, and save time, so that there is more time to fit it all in and get it all done. The obvious answer is that I just need to save time.

But, the wealth lesson suggests that that is wrong. You can’t grow a life by saving time, as you can’t grow wealthy by saving costs. This should be obvious, and it becomes so with a little thought experiment. I imagine that all of my tasks are done, and stay done – the bills pay themselves, the statements reconcile and file themselves automatically. The books get read, and the information is available to me anytime I want to use it. And so on. What is left? Just a whole lot of time, and nothing on my todo list that needs to be taken care of….. so what then? Ah, now there’s time to do the things that I really want to be doing. Interesting that, how the day to day tasks get in the way of the real things that are important, and prevent them from happening at all.

I’m reminded of another metaphor about things in life being compared to different sizes of stones, pebbles, gravel and sand, where size is importance. A life itself is compared to a finite sized container, in which all the things get put. The moral is that if you fill it with sand first, then there is no space to put the large things in – they just don’t fit. The suggestion is, start with the big things, and the small things will automatically fill the gaps between… but don’t whatever you do don’t fill it with the small things first, otherwise the important things wont fit.

I can’t grow and develop the things that are important to me just by servicing the distractions that arise as part of my lifestyle, and I can’t grow just by trying to be more efficient at those things. The more time I save, the more that can be done in that time, and the more things need to be done. The tasks always grow to fill the available space, most of it is just sand, there’s an infinite amount of it, and it can consume all spare resources.

We are born to grow, obviously. Little children get bigger, and as they do so, their life keeps changing as their comprehension and interests develop. However, it seems to me that most of us reach a particular point and then just stop. Life contains what it contains, we don’t physically grow anymore, new things don’t come along and change the focus away from the old things. We get in a groove (or rut), and nothing changes on its own… and when it does it’s usually a problem – an accident, a health issue, or being made unemployed. We are busy with the business of maintaining this lifestyle, doing all the tasks we have set ourselves, or doing things to distract us from those things.

How many of us are actually growing still? What of the things that are really important to us? How much of our time do we really dedicate to those things? Any? Or are we working out of the (false) assumption that we need to get the little stuff done first before we can really start pursuing our dreams?

Thawing.

Friday, May 8th, 2009

The great thaw has begun.

One mode of being gives way to another, and I’m very excited about it.

I finished working for my current employer in a few days time, and start working for a new outfit. But, the new job allows me to work from home, in the comfort of my garden room office. I am _so_ excited for the possibilities that that affords me.

I’m sitting here right now, and the sun is streaming through the trees and into the room. I am feeling more positive that I have for a long long long time.

The new role has me leading the company as chief architect. At last I’m my own boss again, with a team of smart individual that I’m am looking forward to inspiring, and driving into uncharted waters and pastures new.

It’s been a long time, and I’ve been on a bit of an adventure during that time. I now have a PhD in Theoretical Physics, and a beautiful wife and genius of a 2 year old child. Our second is due in November, and I’m so excited.

Today is always the first day of the rest of your life. This is also true of every moment. I’m reminded that in each and every moment what I chose to put my attention on influences the results that I get.

No longer with the attention on mediocrity. Anything is possible, through the possibilities afforded right here and right now. For me, today, that’s me enjoying my up and coming freedom, and the challenges that that will bring.

(Old) Friends will be (new) friends

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

Over the years I’ve had a lot of friends. I’ve lived in four different towns and in each acquired the best of friends, people with whom I would spend pretty most of my spare time with, discussing life the universe and everything or just playing or listening to music with.

Today though, I find myself in a town where I’ve lived for going on a year and a half, and I can count the friends I saw last year on one hand, and the number of times I saw them on no more than two. I have become a social recluse, a situation I have paid lip service to resolving many times.

So, in stark contrast to me having no friends, I look at my facebook roster and it tells a different story. I have, what is it, 50 – 100 friends say. With that many friends what’s my problem? Why do I feel lonely?

I’ve been putting some thought to this over the last few weeks.

So what is it? I reckon that the problem is that I am in fact a recluse. When I’ve had good friends, they have usually been small in number, and we have had fairly intense relationships. Lots of talking, lots of reflecting, lots of insight (or ‘upsight’ as Neil Stephenson would call it [1]). I’ve never had loads of friends, or been a complete socialite, but have focussed most of attention of a small group, one or two people who mean the world to me. So, when I’ve moved away there hasn’t been the bandwidth available for such maintained introspection, and we have drifted apart. I naturally focus my attention inside, on intellectual pursuits [2]. It’s a different world there, and time passes, and my friends aren’t around so I don’t notice that they’re not there, at least not whilst I’m working and thinking. And then, I look up and time has passed, and my friends moved on.

So there’s the answer to my problem. The reason I have no friends is that I’ve not maintained any friendships. I’ve left all my good friends behind, and I don’t have the time to burn [3] that I used to have to spend time to pursue a friendship with any of the random people I must have met in my day to day activities over this last year.

So, what about this facebook thing then? It’s a funny thing. I’d call it a phenomena. In the last two weeks I’ve been ‘friend requested’ by three of my best friends of all time, from my first two lives. These are people that I sadly lost a long long time ago, people with whom I would have gladly spend all my time with. And here they are again, 20 – 25 year later in one case. Oh how I’ve changed over that time, and I guess oh how I’ve stayed the same! What of them? No idea, a quarter century is a long time to catch up. And, the same problem persists. They are still where they were, not local to me, not easy to catch up with. It would be easy for me to let that drift, like I did last time. I could quite easily do it. When I moved to London last year from Brighton I left a good friend behind, and I’ve hardly seen him in that time, despite him being my best friend, and missing me too. Uh-ho it’s happening again.

Except this time there is email, instant messenger, skype video. T here are free mobile phone minutes, and phone text messages. There is facebook. Many many opportunities for me to reconnect. I’d like to do that.

So here I am on the train again, the daily commute in the dark to a far city. Me and my laptop and my coffee. And, this time, all of my friends are with me if I care to engage with them. I hope that they care to engage back.

[1] “Anathem” by Neil Stephenson – very much recommended.
[2] “Joe’s quest to change the world”, coming to a blog near you soon I hope.
[3] Daily commute from London to Cambridge, nightly routine with small child, then over tired and too little energy to do anything.