Right back Edu

One flaw of the education system is that it assumes the simple child is 100GB thumbdrive. The other flaw of the education system is that it assumes that this harddrive will never crash.

But really, at the end of the day, there is only so much one can learn during their sixteen or more years of sentence, And this is where some interesting points start to rise out of the ground after all three magical jewels have been placed at their respective goddess statues.

Suppose there was a kid that possessed the maximum learning ability of his generation. (I'm afraid that due to privacy reasons I cannot give you Darr- whoops, said too much) Now suppose that his entire life was dedicated to the pursuit of new knowledge, and that all his income comes straight from an unlimited source. His entire life is spent searching for new breakthroughs and so on and so forth. (Except for his PS3 sessions and bus pilgrimages on weekends.) After he dies (shattering the faith of many female high school juniors around the world), he leaves behind all the knowledge, wisdom, and torrents he had discovered. The next generation in turn has its own Darryl work on this knowledge.

So the question is (after many paragraphs of blithering) is this: how long can this cycle go on? And while I could turn you to the Tour de France what I really should be telling you is that the possibility of a point where the amount of knowledge learnt in one's lifetime is no longer dependant on how much there currently is, but the amount of knowledge learnt in one's lifetime is dependant on... well, one's lifetime. Will there be a time period where one's lifespan is no longer enough time to learn what has been discovered over the past years before one finally gets all the answers anyway? In more other words, when will it be that the human brain cannot accumulate all learnt knowledge before it dies?

So where is this all going? (And while I am tempted to ask for a minute or two and get back to you later, it looks like I'm going to have to do some impromptu) What this might mean is that there might be a point in the future where no more scientific advancements can be made because no one can learn all the knowledge necessary to make those advances before they die (and even Walt Disney won't help us then). Throw in the fact that lifespans have been dropping ever since Adam got his craving for deliciously evil fruits and there really is a reason to fill the basement with dried rations. But there might be a solution.

Using previously accumulated knowledge, if we could somehow extend our own lifespan, more advances could be made. And this is where topics like transhumanism (and the Florida Bar) start popping in.

So while we're all hurrying down to the grocery store to buy the necessary food and ammo, let's just give this topic a little thought.

Tagboard, anyone?

Hol's well that ends hell

Having takne it upon myself at the beginning of every school holiday to contribute to the giant gaping void that is our planet's ozone layer, I've decided to write about the rather controversial topic of controversy.

It would be rather expected if about half my readers (I'm sorry, wrong word there? "my"?. Silly, arrogant little me.) immediately made the planet less unhappy by a negligible amount the moment I mentioned this topic, but this is probably what writers (from this it can be seen that I am really not one individual, but a collective entity composed of thousands of individuals) as "self topic syndrome" or STS, if you're the kind of person who goes through a cardiac arrest and dies if you don't get the opportunity to puzzle people every half a minute or so.

In fact, let's drop all this controversy nonsense and just talk about STS instead.

Many a writer tends to reach a certain point in their lives where they can no longer write anything (or think about anything to write about) the topic that they've been writing about for years. This may range from large smelly pointed hats categorizing young children, or generally insulting things about the physical form of God who came down to wash our sins away so that we may be entered into the kingdom of heaven. And many a writer will then try to write about writing itself.

This usually results in the vain sacrifices of millions of trees around the world for the cause of dissecting the process of sacrifing millions of trees around the world.

But the root of this problem usually comes around from trying to write something for the sake of being different, and this is where Dan Brown needs to start being ashamed of himself. So before I'm silenced let me just say this:

There's really no need to write about something different. What a writer really has to do is... well.. bonus points for the one who guesses this. Very simply, write. Write about what you want people to know, or what you think about something. Many a time have I found my thinking process get cut off by simply thinking "Is this going to be a good one?". If you're currently experiencing that, my advice would be to shut down your computer (or typewriter, depending on how many medical conditions you have at the moment) and go for a cup of coffee (or an IV drip), then come back when you've seen the error of your ways.