02 Jul 05
Originally posted by StarValleyWy(now that I am an expert on Karl Popper🙂
LOL
The "foundation" of fallibility of the senses?
or maybe the impossibility of having the "defining mind orgasm"?
errrr.... maybe why robots dicks don't wear out from use?
Hari of course started the psychohistory theory where he predicted
the fall of the galactic empire and set up two colonies on the
opposite sides of the galaxy where neither colony knew of the
existance of the other, set up to weather the coming fall and to
rise up afterwards phoenix-like and get the galactic wide civilization
going again.
Well according to Karl Pooper, NAY NAY, Thou shalt not be able
to predict the future of society because of its inherent randomness
in terms of new cultures, scientific development that throws off
any attempt at prediction of the future. So they would be at
loggerheads!
02 Jul 05
Originally posted by sonhouseBut... He didn't do it based on "sex with mom". He held out for a "database" prediction of the future.
(now that I am an expert on Karl Popper🙂
Hari of course started the psychohistory theory where he predicted
the fall of the galactic empire and set up two colonies on the
opposite sides of the galaxy where neither colony knew of the
existance of the other, set up to weather the coming fall and to
rise up afterwards phoenix-like and get the galactic ...[text shortened]... ment that throws off
any attempt at prediction of the future. So they would be at
loggerheads!
Popper didn't accept Froid because a single instance could and did disprove it's "Universal Truth".
Ahem. Are you makin' fun of my philo-church boy? <grin>
As to "predicting" and "calculating probabilites" you the reader must think on it very hard. Can the nature of "chimpness" be evaluated, graded and attributed well enough to allow the future to become "knowable"?
I say no. But it is a hell of a read. Me and Karl. We are a bit leary of wild sensory input.
02 Jul 05
Originally posted by StarValleyWyever since that little pill the sexy lady next door gave you one
But... He didn't do it based on "sex with mom". He held out for a "database" prediction of the future.
Popper didn't accept Froid because a single instance could and did disprove it's "Universal Truth".
Ahem. Are you makin' fun of my philo-church boy? <grin>
As to "predicting" and "calculating probabilites" you the reader must thi ...[text shortened]...
I say no. But it is a hell of a read. Me and Karl. We are a bit leary of wild sensory input.
winter morning as a thank you for lending her the heater?
02 Jul 05
Originally posted by sonhouseerrrrr. Is it too late to plead the fifth? Crap.
ever since that little pill the sexy lady next door gave you one
winter morning as a thank you for lending her the heater?
svw breaks out the old prayer mat and does a little gobbly-gook to the gods of "wife ignerance"... not having much hope at all.
02 Jul 05
Originally posted by StarValleyWyYou know, that bit with the sexy lady is a true story, Denver, 1968,
errrrr. Is it too late to plead the fifth? Crap.
svw breaks out the old prayer mat and does a little gobbly-gook to the gods of "wife ignerance"... not having much hope at all.
just a couple of years out of the AF, I am in an apartment of a new
girlfriend and a foxy chick from down the hall knocks on the door and
asked if we had an extra heater, was cold winters night. I remembered
the landlord had a spare room in our apartment and it was loaded
with heaters, I said sure, just a minute, gives her one. While later,
she comes back, give me this tiny pill, says your night will go really
well if you take this, so I pops it, like never having done drugs more
powerful than penicillin before... turned out to be a VERY strong
dose of acid. I had gone to a local coffeehouse with the new girlfriend,
guitar in hand, and she was playing chess, I was playing my guitar,
the room started kind of compressing and I looked at Gail, playing
chess and it started looking like fire was coming out of her red hair
like as if she was burning but standing on a Van DeGraff generator,
I was thinking it was the power of her intellect over her opponent
on the chessboard whom she was crunching into bits, meanwhile
I am thinking, this is a drug that is changing my perceptions, none of
this is real, and concentrating on playing guitar. My universe by this
time was only "real" in a volume about twice the size of my body,
the rest of it was like I was in the middle of a laundramat washing
machine, sloshing into oblivion. I remember playing something
incoherant on the guitar, fingers a bit cold, a waitress enters my
universe, says "thats beautiful guitar playing" and segued out back
into her own universe never to be seen again. The reason I had gone
to Denver in the first place was to try a reconciliation with my first wife
(didn't work) and the next day after Gail (girlfriend) and I went back
to her digs, I was supposed to meet Gail(ex-wife!) and talk to a
preacher/marraige therapist. By now about 18 hours had past by,
I looked at the preacher and he was a nice guy but I started giggling
a bit, his face was kind of flowing, the edges doing a nice lava flow
around his face, everything else in the room more or less normal.
Thats when I realized the power of LSD.
Never told this little story to anyone before.
02 Jul 05
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Originally posted by sonhouseTit for tat.
You know, that bit with the sexy lady is a true story, Denver, 1968,
just a couple of years out of the AF, I am in an apartment of a new
girlfriend and a foxy chick from down the hall knocks on the door and
asked if we had an extra heat ...[text shortened]... the power of LSD.
Never told this little story to anyone before.
I once lived with a guy who worked at a piano factory. Because? I got a job there and he needed a renter.
The third week there, he and several "teeny boppers" slipped me a couple of tabs of acid. I was quite happy that we then sat around listening to music because I was seeing the most amazing patterns. Everywhere I looked I saw glorious patterns. Each of the teeny boppers were naked and flowing. Quite a good thing. Believe me. Then I realized that I was on acid. I really was too stupid to pick up on all the "conversation" about gettin mike "high". I thought it was about booze.
So I posed myself a moral question to the tune of the moment. Do I get mad and freak out? Or just get along with the obvious? I chose to get along. So we piled five people into my corvette, followed by another car full of teeny boppers and went to "pan-handle" at the Salt Palace.
I was too stoned to participate. I watched the marks flow ten feet tall then back to midgets.
Then we all went home and had a group orgasm. I remember getting several teeny boppers off. And I remember watching my room-mate take my vet for a spin. I just didn't care. Then we had a thing with a weja board and I inherited ten life time "followers". Because? Well. I did then what I do now. I interpret needs and con the needy person into accepting silliness.
Anyway. When I later told the "true believers" that I had conned them... they all got mad. I left and went to Mexico to work for a couple of months.
02 Jul 05
Originally posted by StarValleyWywell it sounded like you had more fun than I did, I only got one
Tit for tat.
I once lived with a guy who worked at a piano factory. Because? I got a job there and he needed a renter.
The third week there, he and several "teeny boppers" slipped me a couple of tabs of acid. I was quite happy that we then sat around listening to music because I was seeing the most amazing patterns. Everywhere I looked I saw glo ...[text shortened]... I had conned them... they all got mad. I left and went to Mexico to work for a couple of months.
knob job out of it🙂
Well wife and the girls are calling me to the pool. Tough job but
someone has to do it, see you later oscillator.