Wednesday, July 28, 2004

"Come The Revolution ..."

I'm a firm believer in accepting your own responsiblities, and some times this means doing things you would have rather skipped. Money is never easy for someone who's younger. Students typically live below the poverty line. Well, that is, those of us that aren't bailed out by our parents (I wouldn't want a TV and DVD-player for a birthday present, any way that you look at it. Way too hard to move around with an apartment full of junk like that).

That being said, screw the coin-operated laundry machines my psuedo-landlords installed in my home. Technically I'm not their tennant, seeing how I'm subletting for the summer, which is probably exactly the reason for them choosing this particular month to install the coin boxes in the machines.

So if you some how missed out on this trick when you were between the ages of 17 and 25, coffee stir sticks work well to simulate coins when it comes to laundry machines. Simply take enough for each coin slot the next time you're taking leftovers from the foodcourt in the mall, and just jam them in until the metal release trips.

I suppose we all want to think that we're doing our part to combat Neo-Liberalism and class war, or maybe we're just trying to be cool. It's kinda funny how thin the line is between being trendy and being cheap. The great equalizer would be necessity ... or possibly, self-delusion. Whatever works best for you. In my particular case, I neither have the extra cash (to pay each time to use an appliance I already pay the electric bill for), nor do I really enjoy doing laundry.

Oh, and by the by, the only person I can really think of that needs to be put up against The Wall would be that creepy animate teddy bear, Snuggle, from the fabric softener commercials. Even *I* couldn't birth something like that from my nightmares.

Monday, July 19, 2004

On The Nature Of Randomness

Typically, we call an event 'random' when it appears to be the result of chance interaction of mathematical forces. From a predefined set of all the possible outcomes - all equally likely in relation to the next - one occurs, and with no particular reason. What's interesting about this definition is that because we assume each event is solely the product of mechanical forces without any meaning, these events may not actually be as random as we first thought.
 
Take your typical six-sided die from your Monopoly game - mathematics tells me that when I roll, each side has an equal chance of being the result. The die has no memory, and I can roll it several times in a row and my odds will be the same each time. No face is more relevant than any other.
 
However, there is a great deal more at work here than the mechanics of probablity. I assume, first of all, that the die was made was made by something like an assembly machine that made each die perfectly identical to the die sitting next to it, each side was designed perfectly, and the weight of the die has been correctly distributed such that no side is any more likely than any other. I also make a conscious decision to roll the die, I chose to pick it up - I may not roll it correctly, it may just be bouncing around in my hand in such a way that none of the sides are turning from when I picked it up, I may drop it 'flat' by mistake so that it doesn't roll at all when it hits the gameboard. The result of that roll is part of a long series of conscious actions that have led up to that point. It's not going to happen on its own, and I was actively involved with the result.
 
The other feature of a random event is that it has no inherent meaning. I roll a six, and there is no purpose to this result. I have just as equal odds to rolling a one, and the meaning would be the same. But is that true? Were those two events equally possible, and how could I really know? Fundamental philosophy would also suggest that every event, both big and small, serves some sort of purpose, even if we don't immediately recognize it. At the end of the day, you're still able to find meaning in events you initially dismissed as random, as coincidence.
 
Perhaps this is why material-assissted divination is popular. You have a deck of tarot cards that's been shuffled, and cards are drawn. At one end of the spectrum you have people that believe that by doing this, you're allowing the unconscious mind to tap into the mystical powers of the universe so that you may answer a question surrounding your present life and the days that lie ahead. At the other end, are the people that just see a bunch of cards as a series of random events without any meaning or purpose.
 
The truth lies somewhere in between. Each tarot card holds some sort of purpose, as far as reading tarot cards are considered. Furthermore, the order in which they were drawn, and where they end up also serves in discussing their meaning. From what I understand these are interpretive guidelines, but ultimately it is up to both parties to decide what they mean to them. The reader projects her understanding of reading tarot cards onto the spread they see before them, and tries to apply it to the person who has asked them to do this. The person seeking answers has to consider what the meaning of these cards has to do with their life, and how it can guide them. You see the cards just on their own don't mean squat, but as people, we decide how they apply to us. This is how a seemingly random drawing of cards can 'tell the future'.
 
So the next time you feel like something is random, keep in mind there are two very different worlds: there's a theoretical mathematical world, which can act as a guideline, neat and simple; and then there's the world that you find yourself in right now, full of a beautiful complexity and meaning, even if you don't immediately understand it. Which one you'd rather pay more attention to is entirely up to you.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

The Estharan Halrequin

The universe holds secrets that no mortal man was ever meant to discover. Sometimes, those secrets call on the back of whispering winds - a faint voice with the rustling of dead leaves in an old oak, an agonized scream accompanying a howling winter wind. The Harlequins, dark and misbegotten, are the men and women that have trained themselves to unlock those secrets, to learn the things that mortals were long ago forbidden to know, and to listen to the world around them. They are unnerving, with their otherwordly balance, nigh-omniscient insight, and ghastly masks, and they are detached from all sense of reason and reality. The wise quickly learn to give them a wide berth.