## Everything is NOT interconnected

Yes, you heard me right. But let me clarify. Either the statement “everything is interconnected” is true in a trivial way or it’s false. Sure everything is connected in some way or other. For instance, any two physical objects have at least one thing in common: they exist! Any two objects in our universe have another property in common: they’re both composed of matter that came from the big bang. This kind of connectedness is philosophically uninteresting, and I doubt that these are the kinds of things that people who say “everything is connected” care about.

A more interesting interpretation of the claim that “everything is connected” is that everything is causally connected, in the sense that everything has some causal influence on everything else. But that’s just plain false. Consider the light cone of any event in Minkowski spacetime: No signal can propagate faster than the speed of light, and so an event cannot influence any events which would require a faster-than-light signal to reach them. That means that many, many things that happen in the universe cannot causally affect each other.

Another bit of new age nonsense is that all matter in the universe is quantum entangled. No it isn’t. It takes a lot of experimental finagling to get even two particles into a sustained entangled state.

Is there any other interpretation that is both interesting and not false? None that I can see.

What if someone tells you that they’ve been in just the right mental state, during meditation, and it became obvious that everything is interconnected?

If I seemed to see, hear, etc… a giant plaid octopus dancing around in my bedroom, and if my own experience was the only evidence I had, or if the only way I could get other people to see it was to put them into some “special” mental state, I’d be quite inclined to doubt my perceptions!

## Pirate satellite crochet robot (a.k.a. crobot)

Pirate satellite? Did she pick two random words out of the dictionary?

## Alternative to the word “massive”?

As I was lugging groceries up the steps and wrestling with the door to my apartment, I wondered why everything has to be so… full of inertia. I wanted to say massive, but that makes it sound like I mean to imply big. Now look, a case of La Croix is not very big, but have you ever tried accelerating one?

What kind of poofy froofy pretentious drink would have a name like La Croix?

Hey, stop dissing my drink! Though there is something terribly wrong with the French language, I’m with you there. I mean, how can you spell it “Croix” and pronounce it “Kwa”? Huh? Tell me that! What the hell was I just talking about anyway?

Don’t know – sounded completely insane though. On the other hand, that’s typical.

I remember what it was! A word meaning “hard to accelerate”, but not necessarily implying big.

But if I were free falling or way the hell out in the middle of space…

You’re not.

Hey that’s not the point damn it! It’s the principle of the thing.

Uh oh. Last time she said that I ended up on Route 66, spray-painted with pink polka dots.

You were soooo cute!

## Should I…?

Wouldn’t it be interesting to see what would happen if I started working harder on this blog and actually giving a crap about whether we have any readers?

Nah.

Yeah you’re right.

## Latex test

$i\hbar\frac{\partial}{\partial t}\left|\Psi(t)\right>=H\left|\Psi(t)\right>$

## Solitude in the desert

Well, it’s Friday night and here I am by myself, eating a bowl of yogurt with a chopped up pear in it.

Не се притеснявай Джио – поне аз съм тук с теб. Но сложи онова кисело мляко някъде другаде. Ужасно е!

Gee, I didn’t know crocodiles hated yogurt. Not that surprising I guess…

## Eating alone

Most of my friends live in a far away place. I’ve got some friends here, but not the kind that you can just, you know, hang out with. You have to set up plans ahead of time, there has to be some kind of set activity, etc. One consequence of this state of affairs is that I mostly eat alone, which includes eating alone in restaurants. To keep from getting bored, I take a book; usually it’s some big fat tome of mathematics. It can be a semi-pleasurable experience, but unfortunately all those people who picked on me in high school have found a dark little corner of my mind in which to skulk, and I can often hear them declaring what a weirdo I am to eat alone in restaurants. And the math – pshh!

But Geo, they’re right – you are uber weird.

Плевен, млъкни се! По дяволите! Ahem, where was I?

Alone. Restaurant. Math. Voices in head.

Oh yeah. Those voices. Лайнари са! Sometimes I am awkward, sometimes I am weird, sometimes I end up doing stupid shit, but at least I do things instead of just sitting on my ass and criticizing others for their lack of coolness. I dance in front of people, I smile and talk to people I don’t know, I use a rock guitar to play Irish fiddle tunes, and I do math in restaurants. So there (I’m sticking out my tongue now). Besides, weird can be sexy.

No it can’t.

Yes it can.

No it can’t.

Yes it can damn it!! Какво знаеш?  Освен това, всички знае че крокодилите задължително са странни .

Me!
Pleven