And this process made me think, we shouldn't look at Google as a company anymore. We should put Google on the same plane as social institution. No wait, that's too small. We should treat them on the order of magnitude the way that the Greeks treated their Oracles. Hell, they even deserve a place of worship side-by-side the Internet itself. There's the Internet and then there's Google, two separate, yet intertwined, and equally powerful components.

When we speak about them going public, or them having to work on financials, or other minutae, it seems to demean them into just another "dot-com." Really we should treat them with the same interest that we treat the sanctiity of TCP/IP.

What action should this entail? I'm not sure, but I'm just trying to clear the air that, "A Company, Google is Not." A cultural icon, perhaps, but more like a group brain we all feed into.

This is the same phenomena that happened as the Hydrogen and the Helium after the Big Bang condensed into the early stars. This is the same phenomena that happens when political parties form around loci that are easy to rally toward.

And this is the same phenomena that is happening to me. I'm entering that phase of adulthood that I worried about my whole life: self-acceptance. I'm now accepting my faults as unfixable, and moving on to highlight my strengths. Instead of being a vast field of diverse, but weak talents, I'm abandoning the weaker ones and focusing on the winners. Attention to the things I'm good at will suck attention away from the things I'm bad at, and pretty soon you'll have my skillsets fully differentiated.

I'll shrug off things that are out of bounds by employing some natural defense mechanism, while I'll tightly hug the things I'm into. This field of mine will concresce into this mountain range, and then we will go from there.

///// NOTEss ... On the other hand, since humans are entering this age of the reversal of natural systems, could I possibly develop the mountains without the valleys? Or could I lift everything up into a mesa? That would be sweet, but I don't think we have the know-how yet to develop that way. Nor do I think I'm willing to be a guinea pig.

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Overarching complexes floating in space.

But space is here, and the Big Bang of technological explosion has closed all mind and space.

CO2 but we all see through this, let's do this. After the war is over, can we have a party?

I'm mouse clicking, speed surfing, sifting through the foils beneath the silicon surface. Blades and screens, and xerox machines. Nothing but cheese is oozing from this, super-sized AMD anthlon XP.

From this little machine by my right foot pumps the philosophistric mind candy to the masses. Or mini-masses. We bloggers are the mini-bosses, moving with the pen, oh whoops, keyboard. Taking out pages of bits in our table of wit.

Get with the program, jack yourself into the Matrix. Let's get on, with the spe-ci-fix.

Ah, I'm glad that Janet Jackson broke the record for Internet search terms after her nipple-flash in the recent Superbowl. It reminds us that yes, indeed, things have returned back to normal.

In The Onion's 9/11 issue, they made the prophetic headline: A Shattered Nation Longs To Care About Stupid Bullshit Again. Alas, what a relief, after 2 years, we are back again.

At some point in the future, Philosophistry could be so completely reflective of who I am that a critical point is reached. This would be a point whereby me and my blog are perfectly synchronized. At this point, my mental and physical health can be observed in both the real world and through my blog. For example, right now I'm under physical duress thanks to weekend reverly and torrential rains. Likewise, visiting my blog over the past few days only shows basic parts of my site being updated, like the link bar above, the away message, and the artist bar. My last main post was also short and a posted a while ago. In tandem, the BlogFabric above has been stagnating a bit and the site's overall quality is less than excellent.

Synchronoy, like harmony, is an interesting phenomena to occur between objects. In the book Sync I've been learning how inanimate objects naturally obtain synchrony, such as pendulums keeping pace, binary stars having stable rotations, and water molecules freezing up simultaneously. It's even conjectured, that synchrony is the essence of self-assembling mechanisms, such as the spontaneous generation of life on Earth.

So to relate this to the web, if my blog moves in perfect step with myself, then we have achieved harmony. But if small perturbations in me or my blog are automatically reflected in the other medium, then synchrony has been achieved.

Blogging is part of a tradition of web extensions for human experience. Since 1990, new tools have been developed to act as surrogates of existing human faculties: Google as the surrogate brain, Instant Messaging as the surrogate mouth, and eBay as the surrogate hand of resource exchange. Blogging appears as the surrogate face of personal identity. Through every post you are saying to the world, "this is me, this is what I'm thinking, this is what I'm about." Blogging becomes an alternative or simulated existence for the person.

Eventually, the simulation could become too real. The simulation becomes a simulacrum, which according to Baudrillard, is a copy without an original. At this critical point, the blog's initial frame of reference, you, has disappeared, and author and content have become one.

// Like I said, I'm a little out of sorts, and hence, I apologize for this post's incoherence.

I can sense a balkanization among my twenty-something peers. Many are isolating themselves into closed-units with their girlfriends/boyfriends. They are also retreating into their little corporate fiefdoms.

Gone are the days of tight packs of wolf-buddies. Here are the days of loosely connected networks of "pals" and "friendsters."

This transition is about 8 years in the making from when we are 16. I guess it's inevitable: your skin, your bones, and your money become too big to keep you locked in a band or clique forever.

Many say that if there was no death, then their life would have no meaning. There would be no rush and no "import" to their actions, as they could be undone or recuperated later.

Just as those who look at death as a deadline to make stuff happen, us Singularitarians have a different kind of deadline.

I believe in the Singularity, or some point in our future, like within the next 20 years, when technology will ramp up so fast that life will be like the Matrix or some other unimaginable techno-fantasy. After which point, we will live forever, but the ramifications of that will not be the same as if we were to live forever otherwise.

Personally, believing in a Singularity does reduce the meaning of things that I do. By knowing that march of technology is unceasing and inevitable, I don't get excited to become a scientist. I also don't get excited by building "big foundations" for posterity. Like if offered the opportunity to do what Ghandi did to India, I'd say screw it, that's so temporal.

To answer Peter's question, do I feel claustrophobic, then? Quite the opposite, more like I'm in the desert waiting for the party.

We have one life to live. I'm not going to live it sitting down. I want to advance life's potential as much as I can, and I've developed certain ideals to help me achieve that. Below is a list of philosophies that shape who I am now and who I want to become.

This is the 1000th post on Philosophistry. If you are reading this post, the Y2K problems I worried about have not happened, and this blogger will live on. So now, standing on the edge of this huge, millenial number, I want to answer the question, what the hell have I been doing?!

I am a man who values my time, right? What is the motivation for all of this?!!