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Elvenkind

The Entourage

The Trans-Neptunians

The One

Carnival Music

Me Again
Dreamers of Swans

(untitled non-fic compendium)

(untitled biographical project)

Someone From Somewhere

(untitled interactive fiction project)

These are all full-length books I have started and not finished nor officially given up on. I only have one finished novel to my credit and two novellas (one might arguably be called a novel) and all still require a final edit.

I have at least a dozen songs I’ve yet to record (in my own very rudimentary way) and stick on youtube (and a few more I will not bother to), and at least seven which need to be improved upon and re-released on youtube – or bandcamp or soundcloud or wherever.

I have a half-finished board game prototype which I think may be unique and having exciting potential.

I have an edgy and humorous crossword puzzle collection well underway, a horoscope column of unusual aspect in the works, three major research projects barely off the ground and enough short stories and poems to half-populate a wide variety of collections.

I want to learn to paint. I want to run a youtube show. I want to create a film/video of some kind… I was actually offered a director role once, for a low-budget theatrical film; aggressively pursued actually, which was crazy because I had no clue how to direct a film (and still don’t) and said so quite plainly. I was pressured to at least read the script and it was rather dreadful so I’ll never regret passing that up. I think the producer went kind of broke before he could launch the project anyway.

I have health issues that must be catered to before they go out of control and wreak havoc on the fragile living arrangement that I depend on. Meanwhile my finances are possibly on the brink of collapse.

I’m in a demanding volunteer role which I never should have committed to because it does not well serve my goals.

I have too many interests, too many goals, not enough discipline, not enough energy and sleep too little.

I endure a particular kind of loneliness which perhaps no one in the world might understand. Or if there are compatible persons out there somewhere, I have little hope we’ll ever meet.

I would give anything to have my experience heard and understood (and to reciprocate similarly). I thought for a time that Neo was that receptor. We had a rare and brilliant connection, I perceived, as good as any two humans possibly could have. I don’t think we got to the point where he really understood me or what I actually had accomplished. I think he thinks he did but I’m not convinced. I’ll always hope though. He has a brilliant mind and I will always believe in him.

I was at my best for a time; for a few years. I zeroed in on my own particular potential for genius and regardless how close I got to it, I know I have since regressed. I see my failings regularly.  I don’t beat myself up for them. I just take note.

There is an enterprise I must devote myself to, and it is so hard to do without partners. And yet, really there is nothing to stop me but me.

Wilberforce Sunday

I’m sitting in shorts and open shirt, cottage at my back. The air is perfect warmth and perfect breeze. The lake is dotted with fisherman while the late sun conducts a silent fireworks display upon its surface. I’m writing a novella about the marginalized hangers-on of a remote dwindling village, shaken out by industrial mishap and environmental crisis. Where this idea came from, I have not a clue. But it’s a joy to be writing something entirely character-driven as these odd denizens have nothing left but each other, with all of their flaws.

Grandpa Munster

I sit at Tim Hortons working on my laptop, tinkering with reams of personal research, tying to find ways to effectively deliver messages that people need to hear in order to make their lives better and to give our species the opportunity to survive and to change the universe.

Opposite me, Grandpa Munster, oblivious to my goals in life, circles letters on a grid; solving word-search puzzles. The easiest puzzles in existence. And he’s happy. He’s happy just to be away from the house that is home to another 19 residents, each more mentally troubled than Munster.

The gap between his circumstance and mine; the terrible inequality, it weighs on me. I have all the power in our relationship and it’s not comforting at all. His life still revolves around my visits. This is not what I asked for. It does not flatter me. Now and then we will play some Crazy Eights and for those moments we are equal, but I have little time to spare for that.

It makes me happy to see I have made someone happy.

But to make someone so happy through so little effort of mine, it kind of makes me sad. It makes me think, “If I can do so little which is magnified so much, than why aren’t I doing it more?”

Some critical perspectives on the realities of time travel

I’ve enjoyed a lot of time machine movies, especially of late, and have finally put some thought into this idea of time travel. I’ll try to keep this concise so please stick around. I’m pretty sure you’ll find it gets interesting:

The standard Hollywood idea is that scientist shall invent a vehicle for traveling through time; literally transporting an object (such as a human) from one point in time to another. Now, we don’t even need to understand Einstein’s or Sagan’s explanations of the nature of time to understand that this particular scenario is never going to happen. We need only be observant and contemplative in our lives, exercise our brains enough to access powers of logic, and be honest enough to want the truth instead of the easy half-logical routes to the answers we want to hear.

Given all of that, you would understand that a “person” is not precisely a factual physical solitary thing. A person, of course, is a giant community of interacting microorganisms, organs, tissues, chemicals, liquids and whatnot in a non-closed environment which is constantly interacting with its surrounding environment and not only physically (such as intake and outtake of oxygen and other atmospheric components and exchange of energies) but causally. As a human I am exchanging with my environment, a combination of materials and cause-and-effect transactions averaging a rate of – I actually have no idea – let me guess, oh – a combined thousand of various unit types per second maybe? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand per second? More? Everything tiny thing we do is irrevocably connected to every other imaginable minuscule component in the universe either directly or by any number of degrees – even if some exponential trillions of degrees.

The universe at any given time cannot be what it is without “you” being in your place and doing what you do physically and causally.

To transport a person to a different time, Hollywood style, is to make enormous calculations to gather up all of these constantly-interacting and constantly-interchanging materials and energies in the precise configuration which we think of as a person and remove them all simultaneously from the equation of the universe at a given moment and re-insert them all into the equation of the universe at a different moment, which is, in effect, a different universe.

The problem is that, understanding causality (and oh – what a criminally negligent job they did of teaching causality at my Catholic grade school and presumably all others – if we could time travel I’d go back and ring their necks), the number of changes you are actually making to the universe(s) is for all intents and purposes… infinite.

You are literally, upon sending “someone” to a different time period, dismantling a universe and reconstructing another one. And calling that time-travel is no different than tearing down an office building, building a new office building in its place and calling it time travel. It would be just as absurd.

Also, because the younger universe in this scenario is basically responsible for the older universe (through a number of causal transactions with probably more zeros in it than would fit in all the computers on planet Earth combined), you’re creating a circular reference loop like the error you get on your excel spreadsheet when you do something that can’t be done.

So there.

Now here’s the awesome news in case you haven’t pondered this before:

What about, not traveling through time, but just seeing through time?

Absolutely possible!

It seems to me that looking into the future will be extremely hard to accomplish because you need a computer or network of computers (or some future calculating/reporting device) that understands every component of reality, and of causality, and is capable of tracking all such components at a minimum speed just ever so slightly faster than things actually happen, and it will be able to accurately predict and fully display future events. There you go!

The problem is that the faster the fancy computer gets the faster it needs to get because it can not possibly help but be an element of the very reality it monitors and thus it must be faster than itself. So maybe that’s a serious problem! I'd love to hear from someone who sees a way out of that.

But get this! Looking into the past is much less a problem. In fact it's a breeze. You’re doing it now. What you see is the result of light that has travelled from the objects of concern into your eyes and that process took time. Everything you ever see has always happened in the past.

Are you disappointed? Are you thinking, “Screw that. I want to see back to when Kennedy got shot and see if I can glimpse any clues as to all these conspiracy theories!”

Well, that is not necessarily impossible. As long as it was not too cloudy a day. It's just a matter of scale. You just need to get really far away from Dallas Texas so that the light hitting your eyes at your viewing place would have originated on November 22,1963. In other words you need a telescope with a 52 light-year range and a vehicle that can take it 52 light-years into space, in an appropriate direction (there's plenty of wiggle room) which was free of obstacles (including clouds) on that November day, and you will witness Kennedy's assassination first hand.

And if we can build a telescope with a 65-million light-year range and send it that far into space, we’ll be able to watch dinosaurs walking around and see with our own eyes what colours they really were. It’s true.