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Going to the U.S. on May 15. Staying chiefly on Texas but maybe visiting nearby states. Just my 3 sisters and me (yey!). One or two weeks. Any ideas on interesting things in the area? Whatever it is, we want to hear it! Thanks. (We do know about the San Marcos outlets and they are great, but we want to expand our southern horizons.) 
It may only be that my grandfather’s agony has me seeing everything with long-now eyes but these days I’m increasingly aware that I should take precautions in case I die. I don’t want to die. I don’t shake my head and look away at death, I stand up in defiance. But the fact is our lives are still too fragile and faced with the possibility I would rather think things through. Which is why I’ve written this short will. I shall edit and refine it as long as I’m living (with the latest version the official one, of course) and so I thought I should start now. I name Chemie, my sister, as my executor If I die, I
wish a 1-night wake with
If I were to fall into a likely irreversible comma, I
Yann Tiersen’s discography as background soundtrack no prayers or religious services of any kind Eliezer Yudkowsky’s letter wish to be buried wish my grave be marked by a white granite slab embedded on the ground (recumbent desk style) on the slab, I wish this text (and nothing else) engraved verbatim:
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wish for a pink Primavera tree seed to be planted behind my headstone so that one day its shadow may cover it“I was so happy!” elzr.com wish to donate all my organs wish to donate all my books to the ITESM Campus Guadalajara’s library, except those that friends or family want to keep wish anything I’ve written, coded, designed, or in any other way produced, to be released to the public domain wish to give Jane (my desktop computer) to Chemie and Wu (my macbook) to Chefi wish any other material possession of mine to be donated to charity, except those that friends or family want to keep wish elzr.com be kept online, fully-enabled, forever wish this to be posted as soon as possible
title: I was so happy! body: I died. salmon-of-doubt-ly, I wish that my entire harddrive be made available online (through elzr.com) to anyone for free, as technology permits (they’re 500gb after all)
particularly my “life-inside-one-big-text-file” text file and MyDocuments folder
wish that my gmail account be made available online (through elzr.com) to anyone for free
correspondents, however, may ask for any of their emails to be concealed and that wish shall be respected, as long as they live
wish to be kept alive as long as it’s economically possible
wish to undergo any recovery treatment as soon as it has more than a 1% chance of success wish that all the above death provisions be carried out, except of course the burying part and the organ donating one Last Updated: 2007-02-15
Through the ‘60s and ‘70s and ‘80s, recognition of the cataclysm spread. Perhaps it was the science-fiction writers who felt the first concrete impact. After all, the “hard” science-fiction writers are the ones who try to write specific stories about all that technology may do for us. More and more, these writers felt an opaque wall across the future. Once, they could put such fantasies millions of years in the future. Now they saw that their most diligent extrapolations resulted in the unknowable… soon.. But as time passes, we should see more symptoms. The dilemma felt by science fiction writers will be perceived in other creative endeavors. (I have heard thoughtful comic book writers worry about how to have spectacular effects when everything visible can be produced by the technologically commonplace.) We will see automation replacing higher and higher level jobs. We have tools right now (symbolic math programs, cad/cam) that release us from most low-level drudgery. Or put another way: The work that is truly productive is the domain of a steadily smaller and more elite fraction of humanity. In the coming of the Singularity, we are seeing the predictions of true technological unemployment finally come true.
Vernor Vinge, The Singularity
My grandfather, Luis, is going to be 84 tomorrow (today, actually) and the whole family is hectic preparing him a humongous birthday. We, my sisters and I, are in charge of the digital accouterments and since I’d been wanting to create a photo mosaic for a while, I decided to give it a try today. What ensued baffled me. I googled photo mosaic and went to the very first result, a 2004 engadget tutorial. The tutorial was very clear and to the point, and I donwloaded the freeware featured in it: AndreaMosaic. The thing was simple, unpretentious and surprisingly intuitive. Some minutes later I was off churning mosaics away and trying the different configurations. It still took me the better part of the day to finish (with zam distractions) and get the thing 1.27×140m printed but, come on, I even feel ashamed of how little work I actually did. I’m going to be the one with the most impressive, flashy thing in the party and all the time I’ll just be thinking how disproportionate was my effort to the result. Think about it for a second, a clueless guy in the middle of Mexico is able to churn out in a couple of hours (for something like 50 bucks) a graphical confection that would have floored anyone 50 years ago, that would have been nigh priceless a 100 years ago, and that would have gotten him burned at the stake earlier than that. I’m unsettled and, frankly, the fact that it isn’t unsettling to anyone else is all the more disturbing to me (because that only hints at how fast this thing I did has already become obsolete). We’re smack in the middle of an art singularity of sorts. |
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