We'll never be able to predict the future because we keep rounding off the answer.
Right!? Let's say the universe was entirley governed by natural laws that we could eventually understand through a grand unified theory (GUT) of physics... we still couldn't predict the future, even if we had an incredible computer programmed with all the rules of the universe and starting out with information about every single particle in the universe. We couldn't do it because we round off answers. We lose a little accuracy, then a little more, and eventually it's 2004 and we don't know what's going to happen because of rounding error. Imagine Bob Barker gives you two PLINKO! chips and sends you to the top of the PLINKO! board with the challenge that two successive drops into the same chip collector at the bottom will win you $1 Million. Even tiny differences in the way you drop the chip, the air currents in the studio, etc, will change the path of the chip... sometimes by a huge amount. Now imagine the PLINKO! board is the universe and you've got all the chips ever made. Sink them all and you predict the future. Miss one and you're the rest of the human race since the beginning of time. Yup, it's all because of rounding off. You heard it here first. And I sort of read something like it in a book a few months ago. But it's all my original thought! Seriously!
EMAIL ACCOUNT UPDATE. Gmail is really cool. I'm slowly migrating away from hotmail and toward gmail... it's just better. I really like the search capability. You never delete any messages, instead you "archive" them and if you ever need to read them again, you just perform a google search in your old archives and it pops up just like a google web search! Great idea.
SOME THINGS ARE JUST A BAD IDEA. I splurged and paid $5 for a tiny bottle of Samuel Adams Triple Bock last week. I figured that once my hellish Wednesday April 28 was over I would treat myself to a really nice beer. The blessed date arrives and I open the bottle (cork instead of cap). Smells like alcohol! Really! Rubbing alcohol. Maybe there's some maple in there too. Mostly alcohol. Pout it in the glass and it sticks to the sides like tar. A sip... I felt like I was going to be sick. The stuff was not a beer. It was a distilled spirit made from maple syrup. I don't drink spirits due to the overall weakness of both my constitution and my stomache. It was a mistake I won't make again. Nothing against Sam Adams, I bet it's tasty to someone... just not this one.
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