Animated interview with John Perkins youtube
Robotic Nation and why the elites won't need US and call US useless eaters
EXCERPT:
The Iceberg
The iceberg looks like this. On that same day, I interacted with five different automated systems like the kiosks in McDonald's:
I got money in the morning from the ATM.
I bought gas from an automated pump.
I bought groceries at BJ's (a warehouse club) using an extremely well-designed self-service check out line.
I bought some stuff for the house at Home Depot using their not-as-well-designed-as-BJ's self-service check out line.
I bought my food at McDonald's at the kiosk, as described above.
All of these systems are very easy-to-use from a customer standpoint, they are fast, and they lower the cost of doing business and should therefore lead to lower prices. All of that is good, so these automated systems will proliferate rapidly.
The problem is that these systems will also eliminate jobs in massive numbers. In fact, we are about to see a seismic shift in the American workforce. As a nation, we have no way to understand or handle the level of unemployment that we will see in our economy over the next several decades.
Ripley's believe it or not robot video
EXCERPT:
Jeffrey Luke writes, "a graphic artist friend of mine built a robot out of bic disposable razors". That's right, the exterior of this robot is built from 2,120 disposable razors, painstakingly cut into parts and reassembled into a 43 pound robot over 800 hours. Apparently this was done back in 1991-1992 and the robot eventually found a permanent home at Ripley's Believe It or Not in Branson, Missouri. There's also a website where you can see a few more photos of Bickford
San Jose, CA will do this to ya, eh? Robots - Curator's Label - Introduction youtube
Robots - Curator's Label - Clayton Bailey youtube
Dancing Hexapod on the Viral Video Circuit video
Robots dancing from a man's point of view, mi tinks
EXCERPT:
Robot Rewind - Weird Robot Articles of the Past Year or So
Posted 1 Feb 2009 at 06:09 UTC by The Swirling Brain
There's been a slew of weird and amusing robot stories in the past year on robots.net. I thought it would be fun to take a trip down the robots.net memory lane at a sampling of the weird robot stories we've seen in the past year or so. Click through to read the weird robot stories article (below, or try looking somewhere else or under your bed if you can't find it below).
Intro: Have you ever had a slew? Well usually it's followed by the word "of" and then something. It's sort of like a gaggle but I've already used the word "gaggle" in a previous article. In any case I have a slew of weird robot stories for your consideration and amusement. You'll need to click the links and follow the stories for complete amusement or monotony whichever you may see it.
Cat on a robot vacuuming youtube
Animator VS Animation game youtube
Stickman trapped in phone youtube
Animator VS Animation game youtube 2
A Robot Story youtube
Animation Competition youtube
Robot Humanity youtube
Elmo shot youtube
EXCERPT:
”Uncle Fred looked at me and laughed and told me he was there for the next time he went to target
shoot. He told me he was going to use Elmo for target practice.”
Children of the world
EXCERPT:
***Robert Stealth, of ”Children of the Land” fame.
History:
a) Robert legally changed his name from Smith to Stealth when he came of age.
.... 1)
Robert became interested in computers at a very early age, it was something he could do that he was very good at. He loved it and he excelled in it. He played around on computers so much it was like he became an extension of the machine. His life became better in the foster homes when he was online. It was his out and he loved it. He could create things and they worked. Robert
found his niche.
Narcissit or Robot
EXCERPT:
Narcissists, therefore, do not "exist". The narcissist is a loose coalition, based on a balance of terror, between a sadistic, idealised Superego and a grandiose and manipulative False Ego. These two interact only mechanically. Narcissists are Narcissistic Supply seeking androids. No robot is capable of introspection, not even with the help of mirroring.
Narcissists often think of themselves as machines (the "automata metaphor"). They say things like "I have an amazing brain" or "I am not functioning today, my efficiency is low." They measure things, constantly compare performance. They are acutely aware of time and its use. There is a meter in the narcissist's head, it ticks and tocks, a metronome of self-reproach and grandiose, unattainable, fantasies.
The narcissist likes to think about himself in terms of automata because he finds them to be aesthetically compelling in their precision, in their impartiality, in their harmonious embodiment of the abstract. Machines are so powerful and so emotionless, not prone to be hurting weaklings.
The narcissist often talks to himself in third person singular. He feels that it lends objectivity to his thoughts, making them appear to be emanating from an external source. The narcissist's self-esteem is so low that, to be trusted, he has to disguise himself, to hide himself from himself. It is the narcissist's pernicious and all-pervasive art of un-being.
Thus, the narcissist carries within him his metal constitution, his robot countenance, his superhuman knowledge, his inner timekeeper, his theory of morality and his very own divinity – himself.
Sometimes the narcissist does gain self-awareness and knowledge of his predicament - typically in the wake of a life crisis (divorce, bankruptcy, incarceration, accident, serious illness, or the death of a loved one). But, in the absence of an emotional correlate, of feelings, such merely cognitive awakening is useless. It does not gel into an insight. The dry facts alone cannot bring about any transformation, let alone healing.
Narcissists often go through "soul searching". But they do so only in order to optimize their performance, to maximize the number of sources of narcissistic supply, and to better manipulate their environment. They regard introspection as an inevitable and intellectually enjoyable maintenance chore.
The introspection of the narcissist is emotionless, akin to an inventory of his "good" and "bad" sides and without any commitment to change. It does not enhance his ability to empathize, nor does it inhibit his propensity to exploit others and discard them when their usefulness is over. It does not tamper his overpowering and raging sense of entitlement, nor does it deflate his grandiose fantasies.
The narcissist's introspection is a futile and arid exercise at bookkeeping, a soulless bureaucracy of the psyche and, in its own way, even more chilling that the alternative: a narcissist blissfully unaware of his own disorder.
Baby on a bike
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Lee, Peanut and their 1st Soulmate
Lee lived in the house of Peanut. In Peanut’s house there were no visitors. Upon occasion a sales person tried to invade only to be graciously stopped midway in conversation and walked out.
The house of Peanut had walls and bricks and locks to keep out ALL. This was Peanut’s way of protecting Lee.
Lee often times longed for people but was content to have her characters surround her. After all they didn’t hurt her feelings or break her heart. They were kind and gentle and hugged her back when she needed hugs. Some laughed when squeezed, some talked and some played music when wound
up.
There were animals and people everywhere. One of Lee’s towels even squeaked when touched.
This always brought a gentle smile to Lee’s face and often times caught her off guard.
One of Peanut's favorite things was to pick flowers for the house. She knew Lee loved flowers and she loved when her face lit up in a smile. It brought her joy to give to another.
One day while outside checking out the flowers a Gray Mann ventured along. He was very handsome and resembled the prince that she had loved long long ago.
Lee was taken aback. Was she to be reminded forever of her prince? Would he always be in her heart? Would the pain endure until her death? (It was made MUCH easier when she met her second soulmate. Somehow he brought out the same side of Lee that TR had and it was glorious to have those feelings come alive again.)
The recent death of a dear friend’s wife, how would this affect Lee? Peanut knew she had to protect Lee. After all, Lee had never shown good sense when it came to men and he had touched her heartstrings before. Peanut knew he wasn’t for Lee. She had known it when it all began.
Now the struggle is on. Peanut is being very strong but the party is this week end. They aren’t attending but that in itself will bring him back, of this she is sure. (He will call.)
How did Lee get herself into these situations? She never had to go far and out of the somewhere....
a man ......
Peanut had been successful in keeping Lee secluded lately. It had been working for a while. She couldn’t afford to let her out and about, it could be dangerous.
Lee on the other hand longed to love again. The scars were thick and the callous hard but if only a pang now and again. Was it worth it?
How could she open up? Would Peanut let her? Peanut knew Lee so well and she had decided way back in their childhood that love was harsh. Love wasn’t something either of them needed.
Peanut was there when Lee defied their mother. Peanut took the hits from the belts. Peanut took the slaps in the face, Peanut took the psychological abuse so Lee could live. Even then Lee managed to do terrible things to herself. (Cutting) She would retaliate because she couldn’t stand Peanut taking the abuse.
Peanut was with their mom when she found out about the cancer and she took the news calmly. Lee on the other hand questioned it and wanted information. Once again, the abuse.
Peanut was there by the bathroom door when she heard her daddy sobbing. Lee showed up and Peanut led her away. (She had never seen her daddy cry nor had she ever heard anything that sad in her life. She knew Lee would insist on knowing and she had to get her away.)
Peanut was actually the one that ran away. She had to, Lee was going to raise a ruckus if she knew her daddy was hurting. She would insist on knowing everything.
When her daddy caught her, on her way to grandma’s house, Lee was defiant. Peanut couldn’t stop her even then. "Get in the damn truck NOW", her father shouted at her.
Their grandmother came to stay with the girls then. It was tough for a while. Thirteen year old girls are a handful to say the least but in a drama like this, it was terrible. (If only their grandmother had known. They blended so well and Peanut was quite good at it. Lee was suspicious but she didn’t really want to know so she just went on her merry way.)
Peanut and Lee coexisted during the time their mom was in San Francisco at the hospital for treatment. Peanut stood in when others were around and kept peace as best she could. Lee was in her own world and it was not a nice place to reside. This was probably when the depression first came to the surface. (It may have been there before but the severity of it was horrendous at this time.)
Lee however rebelled and wanted her father to talk to her. She wanted answers, there was no shhhhhhhhhing her.
Looking back, their dad probably didn’t know what to tell his inquisitive young woman/daughter.
Peanut remembers once when Lee slapped her mom back. It startled all three but Lee never understood and got tired of it. How does it feel? The separations were awful and altho Lee and her mom didn't get along, there was a scary sense of loss.
Lee doesn’t remember to this day if she really slapped her mom.
In the hospital after their father had his surgery, it was Peanut who took the push against the wall from their mother. Lee was irrate, it was, after all her father, didn’t she count? She held firm to her conclusion that her father would live.
Lee was persistant. Peanut had relented on several occasions only to be bruised and scarred herself when Lee came back damaged.
Peanut wondered if Lee would survive and decided if Lee didn’t either would she.
What now? The saga continues......
Who will it be?
Where will it happen?
How will we know if it is safe?
How can we trust again? but more important than that, will we ever be that vulnerable again? If the pain returns, will we survive.
Are we doomed to always be on the outside looking in? Is it ever safe?
HURT Pain............ critical crisis ............ depression........ failure.
When a young man came into Peanut's life, it was like a blessing....... finally someone similar who loved to play and have fun and there was no fighting and no hitting....... only sweet times. You used to tease me when this song played......
Rich Girl Hall & Oates youtube
.........and tease me even more when this song played and yes I had the moon in my eyes and he was a cancer.
Witchy Woman Eagles video
=======================
Happy Birthday.......... July 12, 1955
Joys We Shared........... 1955-1992 TRW I love you still!!!
My gentle prince.... who played w/me as children.
R.I.P.
A refreshing thought has crossed my mind
I looked at you, we were two of a kind.
The part of you I loved was me
The reflection in my eyes was a he.
I knew from the first time I saw your face
You were the opposite, a man and you didn’t wear lace.
But in our love I came to know
I loved you at first and it did grow.
You left and went ahead of me
But the things I feel still make me free.
Now as I go through my life without you
It hurts to know and it makes me blue.
In our own way I guess we said our final good-by
But when I heard you’d left all I could do was cry.
(In 15 years you never once said 'I luv u' till the last time.)
Why did it happen, why did you have to go
It is my heartache and I’ll never know.
But even though you’ve left this world
You gave me much, more precious than gold.
We lived and we loved and we’d left each other before
But this time you’ve left and there will be no more.
So good-by my love you were my treat
When I leave this world I’m sure we’ll meet.
On the other side maybe it is much better
Till then my love all I have is this letter.
Lee lived in the house of Peanut. In Peanut’s house there were no visitors. Upon occasion a sales person tried to invade only to be graciously stopped midway in conversation and walked out.
The house of Peanut had walls and bricks and locks to keep out ALL. This was Peanut’s way of protecting Lee.
Lee often times longed for people but was content to have her characters surround her. After all they didn’t hurt her feelings or break her heart. They were kind and gentle and hugged her back when she needed hugs. Some laughed when squeezed, some talked and some played music when wound
up.
There were animals and people everywhere. One of Lee’s towels even squeaked when touched.
This always brought a gentle smile to Lee’s face and often times caught her off guard.
One of Peanut's favorite things was to pick flowers for the house. She knew Lee loved flowers and she loved when her face lit up in a smile. It brought her joy to give to another.
One day while outside checking out the flowers a Gray Mann ventured along. He was very handsome and resembled the prince that she had loved long long ago.
Lee was taken aback. Was she to be reminded forever of her prince? Would he always be in her heart? Would the pain endure until her death? (It was made MUCH easier when she met her second soulmate. Somehow he brought out the same side of Lee that TR had and it was glorious to have those feelings come alive again.)
The recent death of a dear friend’s wife, how would this affect Lee? Peanut knew she had to protect Lee. After all, Lee had never shown good sense when it came to men and he had touched her heartstrings before. Peanut knew he wasn’t for Lee. She had known it when it all began.
Now the struggle is on. Peanut is being very strong but the party is this week end. They aren’t attending but that in itself will bring him back, of this she is sure. (He will call.)
How did Lee get herself into these situations? She never had to go far and out of the somewhere....
a man ......
Peanut had been successful in keeping Lee secluded lately. It had been working for a while. She couldn’t afford to let her out and about, it could be dangerous.
Lee on the other hand longed to love again. The scars were thick and the callous hard but if only a pang now and again. Was it worth it?
How could she open up? Would Peanut let her? Peanut knew Lee so well and she had decided way back in their childhood that love was harsh. Love wasn’t something either of them needed.
Peanut was there when Lee defied their mother. Peanut took the hits from the belts. Peanut took the slaps in the face, Peanut took the psychological abuse so Lee could live. Even then Lee managed to do terrible things to herself. (Cutting) She would retaliate because she couldn’t stand Peanut taking the abuse.
Peanut was with their mom when she found out about the cancer and she took the news calmly. Lee on the other hand questioned it and wanted information. Once again, the abuse.
Peanut was there by the bathroom door when she heard her daddy sobbing. Lee showed up and Peanut led her away. (She had never seen her daddy cry nor had she ever heard anything that sad in her life. She knew Lee would insist on knowing and she had to get her away.)
Peanut was actually the one that ran away. She had to, Lee was going to raise a ruckus if she knew her daddy was hurting. She would insist on knowing everything.
When her daddy caught her, on her way to grandma’s house, Lee was defiant. Peanut couldn’t stop her even then. "Get in the damn truck NOW", her father shouted at her.
Their grandmother came to stay with the girls then. It was tough for a while. Thirteen year old girls are a handful to say the least but in a drama like this, it was terrible. (If only their grandmother had known. They blended so well and Peanut was quite good at it. Lee was suspicious but she didn’t really want to know so she just went on her merry way.)
Peanut and Lee coexisted during the time their mom was in San Francisco at the hospital for treatment. Peanut stood in when others were around and kept peace as best she could. Lee was in her own world and it was not a nice place to reside. This was probably when the depression first came to the surface. (It may have been there before but the severity of it was horrendous at this time.)
Lee however rebelled and wanted her father to talk to her. She wanted answers, there was no shhhhhhhhhing her.
Looking back, their dad probably didn’t know what to tell his inquisitive young woman/daughter.
Peanut remembers once when Lee slapped her mom back. It startled all three but Lee never understood and got tired of it. How does it feel? The separations were awful and altho Lee and her mom didn't get along, there was a scary sense of loss.
Lee doesn’t remember to this day if she really slapped her mom.
In the hospital after their father had his surgery, it was Peanut who took the push against the wall from their mother. Lee was irrate, it was, after all her father, didn’t she count? She held firm to her conclusion that her father would live.
Lee was persistant. Peanut had relented on several occasions only to be bruised and scarred herself when Lee came back damaged.
Peanut wondered if Lee would survive and decided if Lee didn’t either would she.
What now? The saga continues......
Who will it be?
Where will it happen?
How will we know if it is safe?
How can we trust again? but more important than that, will we ever be that vulnerable again? If the pain returns, will we survive.
Are we doomed to always be on the outside looking in? Is it ever safe?
HURT Pain............ critical crisis ............ depression........ failure.
When a young man came into Peanut's life, it was like a blessing....... finally someone similar who loved to play and have fun and there was no fighting and no hitting....... only sweet times. You used to tease me when this song played......
Rich Girl Hall & Oates youtube
.........and tease me even more when this song played and yes I had the moon in my eyes and he was a cancer.
Witchy Woman Eagles video
=======================
Happy Birthday.......... July 12, 1955
Joys We Shared........... 1955-1992 TRW I love you still!!!
My gentle prince.... who played w/me as children.
R.I.P.
A refreshing thought has crossed my mind
I looked at you, we were two of a kind.
The part of you I loved was me
The reflection in my eyes was a he.
I knew from the first time I saw your face
You were the opposite, a man and you didn’t wear lace.
But in our love I came to know
I loved you at first and it did grow.
You left and went ahead of me
But the things I feel still make me free.
Now as I go through my life without you
It hurts to know and it makes me blue.
In our own way I guess we said our final good-by
But when I heard you’d left all I could do was cry.
(In 15 years you never once said 'I luv u' till the last time.)
Why did it happen, why did you have to go
It is my heartache and I’ll never know.
But even though you’ve left this world
You gave me much, more precious than gold.
We lived and we loved and we’d left each other before
But this time you’ve left and there will be no more.
So good-by my love you were my treat
When I leave this world I’m sure we’ll meet.
On the other side maybe it is much better
Till then my love all I have is this letter.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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