October 30, 2011

Singularity Frustrations and Seven Layer Cake. A NJ Beach Cleanup (Part Living to 150?). Asbury Park Annual Zombie Walk.(5000 Zombies). Love Marriage Carriage. October 30, 2011

Filed under: November 2009 — Tags: Article, Dashboard, physics, Powered, syracuse — earthood @ 11:40 am

from the video. calvin interviews a zombie on asbury park boardwalk

Before Singularity and reading this fascinating blog, take 3:55 and please watch this YouTube video of your blog writer doing his first television reporting gig(and thanks):

my 1st tv reporter gig on YouTube video an absolute must watch!

INDEED PLEASE WATCH 4 minute video. comments welcomed/needed. I never held a microphone before.

Last week’s blog dealt mainly with the Singularity Summit in NYC; a meeting of 600 global scientists, technologists, business people, some boutique media and me, probably the only journalist from New Jersey covering this annual event that looks at the advancement of artificial intelligence and technology and how it will affect current 2011 denizens in the lurking future.

Jason Silva at Singularity Summit

After several epiphanies and a great talk with Jason Silva from Current TV etc, I found a place for myself in the world of Singularity; a reason to believe; purposeful involvement; communication to bring the message of Singularity to high school and college kids and perhaps a few senior citizens. Getting to know me through my blog, you probably can sense my exuberance to share information that I believe in. I do believe. I do believe in Singularity. I don’t want a smart aleck computer in 15 years to clone itself into a smarter computer that passes us humans by. I certainly don’t want to spend my golden years in a mind matrix of field of dreams or on a self-imposed prune subsistence diet. I want to wait on line at a broccoli and cauliflower buffet and talk to real people about real sex and the NY or Jersey? Jets or Giants. I hate being confused in a world of total recall. Is it live or memorex? Does anyone remember that commercial?

On the day after the Summit, I took my unbridled enthusiasm, got on my horse that I rode through the Lincoln Tunnel on, and galloped into Monmouth County where I met with three honor high school students at a television studio. They were taping a segment on their amazing community service project. When I cornered two of them in a glass window room off camera, I introduced myself, told them I still play beer pong (a bonding commonality technique) and asked enthusiastically, “Did any of you ever hear about Singularity?” Of course the response was negative.

Hyman Roth with Michael Corleone in Havana. nearby is a gold dial telephone

Three nights later, I was on a tennis court, with my regular doubles game. The other three players: a cardiologist, a dentist and an organic chemist who owns a lab( supplied dispersants to BP in the Gulf oil spill and as Hyman Roth said to Michael Corleone, “Your father and me. We made a fortune.”) and graduated with honors from Yale. Jennifer Cavalleri would’ve described him as, “A Yalie.” I’m a hopeless movie romantic as well. In between tennis sets, I asked the triumvirate if they ever heard of Singularity. More negative responses. Undaunted, I stopped strange men and women on the street near where I live and asked the same question. No one ever heard. Hey, I was batting 1000%.

Beach Sweep Registrar

Belmar Fishing Club. members only

Last Saturday I journeyed to Belmar, New Jersey to participate in Beach Sweeps; a New Jersey coastal environmental project, sponsored by Clean Ocean Action, where up to 8000 Jersey citizens gather at 70 sites to rid the beaches of unsightly and harmful debris. Fishes, whales, birds and other animals mistake litter for food. Even cigarette filters mimic fish and have been found in the stomachs of birds and larger fish, blocking and affecting digestion. Plastic litter takes hundreds of years to break down, so it threatens wildlife for decades. So why do I run to the beach to pick up litter? Well, if I’m living to 150 years which as you know, I always blog about (part of Singularity future) then I’m not even close to mid-life and therefore a ‘young’ thing to do. Of course, a significant amount of literary license and Sunday morning light-headedness, but is there relevance and intrinsic mystical quality to doing supposedly young things? Maybe teasing a few neo-cortex neuronal connections. Enough said. I was excited about being part of the sweep and I picked First Avenue Beach in Belmar because it’s a few hundred feet away from my spiritual jetty at the Shark River, where I’ve been communing and meditating since I was 10 years old and first heard the Everly Brothers sing ‘Bye Bye Love.’

YouTube Bye Bye Love: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFoIdxLBm_A

At the registration, Brian, a college student, gave me a white plastic bag for litter, a black bag for recyclables and a reporting form for documenting everything I recovered. “Brian, before I venture on the beach, quick question for you. Did you ever hear of Singularity?” “Excuse me, sir,” he was puzzled. “Never mind.” As I slipped under the boardwalk of the members only ‘Belmar Fishing Club,’ I found my first plastic straw next to a plastic bottle cap. I mattered; this clean up was now relevant. Observations 14 minutes into clean up: There was no one close to my age present. Groups of young kids, ostensibly organized by schools, were there to feel environmentalism. Of course I was heartened; I remember the first Earth Day in May 1970: I’ve never stopped caring and being aware. Slyly, I let the sand formations of a recent tractor incursion lead me to a group of five students from East Brunswick High School.

East Brunswick High School students and me at Beach Sweep

Comrade Kruschchev with shoe at the UN. I asked my mother why he did that

I explained my novelist and journalistic background, gave them a business card, asked for a photo op and finally after thanking them, “Oh one more thing, has anyone ever heard of Singularity?” Heads were in synchronistic lateral movement like precision dance swimmers in the Olympics with of course smiling blank stares in front of perfectly situated teeth; one girl still had braces. “Well let me quickly tell you. It’s your world to inherit. Singularity contemplates a computer birthing another computer that’s finally smarter than us. Think of all the scenarios.” Then I was gone with the cool autumn wind under unrealistic blue sky which even looked adulterated blue. Still batting 1000%. A pair of dark blue men’s socks (no designer logo visible) were tied together, half buried in the sand. A plastic fork got socks into the bag. Could it be, the last time I held a collection bag of any sort, I was asking geographical neighbors (they’re almost never friends), back in Newark while Eisenhower was president “Anything for Halloween?”

Students from Biotech High School at Beach Sweep

Aimlessly I wandered, still finding plastic straws, hoping to meet at least one senior citizen comrade. I remember comrade Nikita Kruschchev banging his shoe at the UN. Another group was near so I drifted to the left and introduced myself; a group from Biotechnology High School in Freehold. Same routine; no one knew Singularity and didn’t seem to worry about working for a computer in 20 years. Still at 1000%. My white bag was filling but no recyclables; maybe the species was learning. Off to the right was another group of kids, also from Biotechnology High, with two teachers. I slid over. Remarks were addressed to the teachers, kids listening. I hoped teachers would know about Singularity. Still 1000%. “It’s your future too. Here’s my card. Friend me on Facebook. A lot of information to share; it’s a brave new world.” Of course no friending or follow up. Still 1000%.

the seven layer cake bakery in belmar site of complicity

Frankly my dear (blog readers) it was time to leave the beach. On the boardwalk, near my car, a group of four Rider University students had just finished Beach Sweep. My son went to Rider. I asked about Singularity; no one knew but laughed when I said, “And I still play beer pong.” Still 1000%. Seven days and seven nights asking people about the future and no one knew. On Main Street Belmar there’s an old fashioned bakery; I thought about the long week past and teaching (promulgating) the Singularity awareness journey ahead. I don’t do windows, bottles of wine or beer, red meat or chemical aids when frustration blows in the wind. But I do voluminous chocolate and especially seven layer cakes. And I finished a substantial helping(which had been protectively sealed) by the last traffic light close to my house.

Rider University students at Beach Sweep in Belmar. ocean backdrop

Much too long to delve into now, but I’ve been drifting into the world of journalism, writing for OUR TOWN newspaper and then through the magic of social networking became involved with a television production company looking into New Jersey programming. Who would’ve ever thought? Hours after my Beach Sweep, I’m back at the Jersey shore, in Asbury Park for the Annual Zombie Walk. Imagine 5000 zombies, incredibly made-up, preparing to walk downtown Asbury in front of 15,000 spectators. Deep inhalation: it was great to be alive (therefore I wore no costume), absorbing, witnessing, immersing myself in pure ecstatic joy at being there; soon the television crews arrived, gave me a microphone and I’d love to say at this juncture, the rest is history. You can judge for yourselves; my first reporting experience (4 fun-filled minutes):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfFA-y115nc

zombie walk.. does he look like johnny depp??

Prediction about Zombie Walk: Maybe 40,000 people next year. Hyped media coverage (including little ole me) will bring many people for the first time. In my own micro-cosmic world, I’ve received enough comments about how most just didn’t know these events went on. And Asbury Park, you keep going and growing, on the merry-go-round of an amazing renaissance. I love this town.

more zombie walk

Love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage. I love this Sinatra song too:

YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRDBvKGc1fE

So I think on Monday, Earth’s population will hit exactly seven billion people. A few weeks back, I questioned a scientist on population, food, water, monopoly game boards, and the fact that French schools have banned American Heinz ketchup; Too much sugar, salt, and imports? Perhaps we’ll go to nine billion next time we count, he said and when I grimaced about poor mom earth supporting all that, he patted my shoulder, “Don’t worry. By the time the water tables dwindle, we’ll lose that extra two billion again.” Then I had strange vibes on my mind. “How about social change?” “You mean that in 1950, 33% of the adult population was single and now the figure is 50%.” Marriage today is an option not a necessity and we’ve got economic gender parity.

even more zombie walk. truly fun stuff.

Then I looked at my own pre-disastered first marriage back in 1969. The night before the wedding, fiancé and me had a disagreement(a nicer word); she ran out of my house crying and mother appeared out of a saffron lit dining room; an almost vaporous figure with tears racing down each cheek. “Don’t marry this girl tomorrow. Mother’s know. Call up everybody right now and cancel. Give the gifts back. She’s all wrong for you.”

Psychology Today magazine taught me well. “Mah, my generation is getting divorced all over the place. So I want to get on with my life. It doesn’t make a difference who I marry tomorrow. It won’t last. So let me get the first over with as quickly as possible so I can get on with my life. Now do you understand?” “No, Calvin.”

banned in French schools like books in Boston????

my seven layer cake. was this pix necessary???

The other day I asked my son (about the same age as I was back then), “Did you call that girl from last week?” “No Dad, I’m not looking to get married for a long time, so I didn’t call. No rush. Do you understand?” I thought about my mother back in 1969 and had to say, “No.” But I really do. I really do a lot of things. I love writing this blog and looking to find ways to eliminate the 1000% Singularity shaking of the heads sideways. A few hours ago I talked with amazingly progressive Mayor Jonathan Hornik of Marlboro,N,J. about finding ways to teach the youth of the town and beyond about Singularity and their future world. “Just have to wait until after Election Day,” he said. I was back on the beach running around, glad to be alive, head swimming with ideas. I’m on the way to fulfillment and dreamy stuff. What a purist high to resolve a mission. And it absolutely even did not bother me to seven layer cake thoughts again when the mayor originally said, “What’s Singularity?” And I thought, still 1000% but………………..

Singularity Summit auditorium. I'm 3rd from left.

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October 2, 2011

“Parsley. Wise Sage. Don’t Like Rosemary. Thyme Machine? ” I Still Hate NCAA. SINGULARITY SUMMIT UPDATE OCT 15,16. Beware Prudential Life. October 2, 2011

Filed under: November 2009 — Tags: by, Dashboard, physics, Powered, syracuse — earthood @ 1:03 pm

Before the NCAA talk: A song from the 60’s resonates within my soul. Whenever I want to feel lonely, confused and sad followed by a folk-lift of hope, I listen to Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Parsley Sage, Rosemary and Thyme;’ which is a restoration software pod sound of calvin’s soul. Notice I didn’t capitalize my name.

YouTube Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

The song evokes dreams of by-gone days; studying organic chemistry in a smoke-filled second floor bedroom surveying disappearing streams of smoke, or enviously watching the student takeover at Columbia University and wishing I was part of Dr. King’s 50 mile march from Selma to Montgomery and being a spectator when Mickey Mantle hit the first indoor home run in the Houston Astrodome. Why do I want back so much? Sometimes I am back, time stuck at a long checkout before express line’s innovation of ten items or less. I was always too honest balancing 11 items in the regular line.

parsley

Elaine and Benjamin in back of bus.

I just saw a bus carrying Elaine and Benjamin down a deserted surreal street here in Southern California. Where have all the street people and cars with fins gone?

One of the carried items was a pound of parsley. What weighs more, falls faster; a pound of steel or parsley? I love the taste of parsley, dipped in Atlantic Ocean salt water; confused tastes of chlorophyll still refresh my breath instead of an aerosol spray or swig of Listerine bitters. Once upon a time, I was in Provincetown, Cape Cod with my elusive first butterfly.

A spider, the size of Woody’s Buick, appeared on my windshield. It was either me or Charlotte. I call all spiders ‘Charlotte’ since that movie. Imagine a world without a masculine arachnid? I had no offenses (hammer or insecticide) and knew I couldn’t drive around historical sand dunes with a tarantula stuck in my dashboard. Breath spray aerosol to the rescue. Two shots then Charlotte passed; an auto body shop removed remains with the Jaws of Life.

I’ve become a wild wise old sage. A few months ago, I met a flower older woman child at a Stone Pony rock concert. Eleven seconds passed then a hand-shake and I knew history; her life pain, lost love, disappointments and alcohol abuse; all on her face and in a raspy smoky phlegm voice. Resignation set in. Why wasn’t I a sage when Lyndon Johnson was trying to draft me or a next door neighbor was advising to get into plastics?

flower woman child

Two days ago, I opened up a large bag of flatbreads, flavored with rosemary. Hunger was no match for the bland emptiness of rosemary’s stale, stored in the attic flavor. Once I knew Rosemary; the same year ‘All in the Family’ came on the air. She loved Edith Bunker’s innocence; I loved hers’ and wonder what became of that loud exuberant ‘ding bat’ voice.

These days I think about thyme a bunch. I remember the movie, ‘The Time Machine,’ when H.G. Wells’ best friend Philby, from across the street, realized that H.G. was gone forever, but he still had all the time in the world. So if I’m going to make it to 150 years or as the Immortality Institute (see link below) believes, forever, then I’m just getting a head of steam. Meanwhile, this ballad by Simon and Garfunkel means a few other things. Rosemary symbolizes notions of remembrance going back to ancient Greeks. Thyme is really courage; at this stage of the life cycle to be embarking on a long writing journey is courageous. Sage symbolizes strength. I need parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme to keep writing. When I hit that wall, it’s always iTunes instead of a St. Bernard displaced from a Matterhorn gift shop.

Rosemary

NCAA( National Collegiate Athletic Association) is on my mind; not the last thing either. “Goodness gracious sakes alive,” I dislike the NCAA. The late iconic Coach John Wooden used that expression as his quintessential cussing expression. I’m not going to make this a long boring diatribe but folks ought to know some basics. The NCAA presides over college sports. I don’t know who presides over them; bespectacled fat cats with the best deal in town; good seats at NCAA finals and ridiculously bloated salaries. As athletic departments struggled to weather economic downturn, the National Collegiate Athletic Association spent nearly $6 million to compensate 14 of its highest-ranking executives, according to public federal tax documents.

Myles Brand

The highest-paid of those officials was the late Myles Brand, the former NCAA president who died of cancer while still in office. Mr. Brand received $1,145,880 in total compensation for the fiscal year ending August 2009. The sum included $770,739 in salary and more than $200,000 in bonuses and incentive compensation, as well as other pay and benefits. Other highly paid executives were Thomas W. Jernstedt, the former executive vice president who left after 38 years( I wonder if his thinking got stale and unimaginative after all those fat years) ($604,679); Bernard W. Franklin, executive vice president for membership and student-athlete affairs ($509,429). Got the picture? Hey, I’ll preside for a flat $100,000. I don’t like the bunch because they look the other way too often; like when sleazy characters stand on the street corner and give rolls of money to young impressionable visiting high school senior football players to induce them to play for their (southern) university.

John Wooden

The whole world knows what’s going on. But it goes on and on while fat teams keep winning and branding their train trestle names. Give me liberty and a clean college football program (high APR/Academic Progress Rate). Maybe the kids (all athletes) should get paid; they give their bodies, mind and future health to perpetuate alumni dreams, local ego and of course the obese NCAA. Maybe if the kids got paid, the NCAA execs might earn less. I heard sports-writer Jason Whitlock use the term ‘plantation’ on a past edition of ‘Real Sports.’ Here’s my gripe; there’s corruption, politics and inconsistency all over the NCAA and it seems I’ve had a lapful lately.

I love college sports; the purity, body and flavor (an old Ballantine Beer Commercial). When I see ostensibly curiously refereed games in college sports, it upsets me, especially when the NCAA does nothing to keep their house clean.

A few years ago the Rutgers women’s basketball team played at Tennessee with legendary coach Pat Sumitt. ‘Somehow’ the Tennessee official game clock keeper illegally stopped the clock seconds before the end of game enabling enough time for Tennessee to beat Rutgers. Here’s a YouTube of the sportscaster’s coverage of the last minute of the game. You can’t make this stuff up. Of course the NCAA does nothing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwYcfFvn-uY

If you read my blog you know that the basketball game in March, 2011 between Rutgers men’s basketball team and St. John’s in Madison Square Garden Big East tournament had to be fixed (see March 11th, April 1st and April 23rd blog) against Rutgers winning, as all three referees failed to make five egregious calls against St. Johns and then walked off the court with nearly two seconds left which was enough time for Rutgers to win. The NCAA rewarded the refs by giving assignment games in mid-west tournaments.

You can’t make this stuff up:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmZEbe3Q2ps

Now, finally Toledo plays Syracuse in football on Saturday September 24 in Syracuse. Near the end of game, Syracuse kicks an extra-point and misses wide left. The whole world sees it, even my friends in a deli in Moscow, Russia. But the refs call the kick good and it’s confirmed by upstairs review. Then it comes out. The officials made a huge “mistake.” The Big East (NCAA) once again culpable. There’s Shakespearean Denmark all over the place; Toledo University officials demand they be awarded the victory because Toledo would’ve had a 30-29 lead at the end of regulation time. Game over. Toledo wins. But Syracuse wins 33-30 in overtime. Gosh, give me a piece of that payoff. I’ll quietly buy a beach house on the island of Tortola in the Caribbean and won’t bother the NCAA anymore. The good old NCAA folks plunder, blunder and reap the winds of war. The NCAA is a horribly corrupt archaic field of dreams.

Oh here’s the Toledo-Syracuse video from YouTube and Toledo News coverage article link. You can’t make this stuff up.

http://www.toledoblade.com/UT/2011/09/26/UT-asks-for-loss-to-be-overturned-2.html

http://aol.sportingnews.com/ncaa-football/story/2011-09-26/toledo-asks-to-be-credited-with-victory-after-referee-error

Now, perhaps, as the sun sets over water logged fields of vegetables, grains, sunflowers and a red mountain where I once climbed barefoot, my blog readers can understand why I hate the NCAA; I went to Toledo for two years before transferring to Rutgers for four years.

me sedona barefoot

Mornings are filled with ‘Today’ and ‘Good Morning America.’ The movie ‘Good Morning Vietnam’ captivates me each and every time; a couple of lines make me smile( I think you can guess one of them; “more dire need.”) and almost wished I was jungle-bound, listening live to Adrian Cronauer. Robin Williams’ tour-de force performance resonates like ‘Parsley Sage.’ On Monday morning September 26, a banner on the TV told me the N.J. Board of Public Utilities was conducting a hearing in Manalapan on Jersey Central Power and Light’s (JCPL) performance response (lack) to Hurricane Irene.

NJ Bd of Public Utilities Hearing 9-26-11

Overcome with sense of civic pride and feline curiosity (I’ve never been to a public hearing with politicians and irate citizens), I decided to attend, armed with camera and notes. For three hours, I listened to mayors, Congressman’s aide, assembly folks, and scores of irate citizens ALL complain about the lack of communication and preparedness by JCPL. Board President Solomon made it perfectly clear, like Richard Nixon used to, that they could only listen and not discuss courses of action against JCPL. Personally, I’d love to see other companies come in and bid for the contract; somehow I think JCPL might care a bit more. One joker from Old Bridge claimed JCPL was perfect; he had no problems with communication and information. Someone yelled out, “A company plant.” Here’s what I came away with. There were two suited men sitting to the right of the stage. I assume JCPL representatives. One man, around 50, chewed gum for three hours and smirked the whole time, took no notes and sent a clear message; that he and JCPL just don’t care; people need power; are they going to call ‘Ghostbusters.’ What happened to power to the people?

JCPL’ s message is a perfect segue to Prudential Insurance Company’s message to me that they don’t care either. What is it with big companies not caring? Not recalling products in a timely fashion. Or putting too much salt in the processed food they sell. Nearing thirty years as a policy holder, Prudential jumped as quickly as they could, to lapse a life policy even though their agents and managers (even way below used car salesmen and amoebas on the food chain) committed documented malpractice. So beware of the crumbling rock.

Band playing 'Pennsylvania Polka'

Now it’s Sunday morning. Saturday was rewarding. Rutgers beat Syracuse in double overtime. Of course I take issue with the referees and NCAA. Enough. Last night, I drifted back in time which I love to do, spending time in Highlands, New Jersey at an Octoberfest; my first one. So check this out; as we walk in under a light drizzle, a small band with a Norman Rockwell tuba player was playing “Pennsylvania Polka,” right out of ‘Groundhog Day.’

YouTube Groundhog Day Pennsylvania Polka:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kTWwJ9NQbY

I was home, where I belong, in the middle of America. I looked all around; in the distance, boats were dry docked, New York glistened, a sign for $4 beer and potato pancakes beckoned, a few children scampered towards a swing and sliding board and I loved being a cub reporter. Hemingway started out as a cub reporter. I started out writing a novel. Go figure. I feel better now. A bowl of oatmeal with cinnamon added. And maybe later, I’ll close my eyes and see Phil Connors (Bill Murray) from ‘Groundhog Day.’ He was a reporter of sorts. I’ve been drifting around a bit writing this blog. I do feel better now; wiser and older. And I don’t think I’ll have to listen to ‘Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme’ this day.

UPDATE ON SINGULARITY SUMMIT. NEW YORK CITY OCTOBER 15TH 16TH:

Singularity Summit Explores Ground-Breaking Technologies, Features IBM’s Watson’s Computer and Record-Breaking Jeopardy! Winner

What is the future of artificial intelligence?

IBM Computer Watson — Jeopardy Champion

New York, NY (PRWEB) September 20, 2011

Over 700 scientists, engineers, businesspeople, and technologists for this year’s Singularity Summit – the world’s leading conference on emerging technologies. The event will be held October 15 & 16 at 92Y in New York.

The Summit will explore “big picture” questions such as the direction of the global economy, philosophy of mind, and the ethics of technological development. Twenty-five speakers will present including two professors of robotics, financial experts, a co-founder of Skype, a pioneer in regenerative medicine, scientists from the MIT Media Lab, a longevity expert, economist Tyler Cowen, cosmologist Max Tegmark, neuroscientist Christof Koch, and venture capitalist Peter Thiel.

The recent victory of IBM’s Watson supercomputer on the game show Jeopardy! will be the central theme of discussion, with a keynote by Jeopardy contestant and 74-time winner Ken Jennings.

Jennings surprised audiences around the world in 2004 when he won 74 continuous Jeopardy! matches, winning over $2,500,000 on a six-month streak. In February, Jennings went up against Watson in on a special exhibition match of Jeopardy!, and lost. In his keynote at Singularity Summit, Jennings will recount his experience on Jeopardy! and what it felt like to lose to a machine on the game show he otherwise dominated.

Ray Kurzweil, futurist and inventor, will be speak on the implications of the Watson victory. Dan Cerutti, who manages the commercialization of Watson at IBM, will speak on applying Watson to fields besides Jeopardy!, such as medicine. Stephen Wolfram, a pioneer in artificial intelligence, will speak on computation and the future of humanity.

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