Trashed

You know when there is a really nasty, full of broken shit house in a movie or tv show (usually a wretched hive of scum and/or villainy)? Do they pay people to trash the house? Can I have that job?

Dream

Last night I had a dream that I was in New Hampshire. I was also going to move there soon but I had to get a job in DC first. Also moving to NH involved sailing on a ship. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get my bike there.

Today, in addition to freaking out about job interviews I looked at grad schools online and freaked out about those as well. Then I bought some cheese. I didn't eat any, but I think the act of purchasing the cheese and knowing that its there makes me feel better.

I know very little about working retail, but I think I know enough that I don't want to do it for the rest of my life. Maybe I should go back to school. Like undergrad. Maybe just a few biology courses. Why didn't I do that before?

Need to:
Get Job
Get Apartment
Get Life
Transcend

Looking Back

Searching for a job and filling information about my previous employers has shoveled up more employment related memories than I thought I had. Here is a list of some of my previous jobs, listed in approximate chronological order and labeled with their most memorable tasks:

- Warming House Sitter
- Football Field Sitter
- Softball Field Sitter
- Computer Takaparter, Putterbacktogetherer and Starter Uper
- Can Crushing Machine Operator
- Pool Nightwatchman
- Mail Getter
- Bucket Filler
- Light Bulb Changer and Stealth Sleeper
- Column Runner
- Computational Chemistry Homework Doer

About three quarters of my jobs have involved unlocking a room or building and then sitting in it.

A Bit of a Change

I didn't procrastinate today. Or yesterday for that matter. I've been in DC looking at apartments and applying for jobs. I think the new situation has disoriented me and distracted me from my mission. I'll have to get back on the procrastination jet as soon as I can.

Uh Oh

O.o

Self vs. Life

Suppose the technology to back up or replicate the human brain existed. Now suppose you made a copy of your brain, and turned it on. The brain in the computer would believe it was you. It would believe that it had been the living breathing you then it was scanned and copied into this hypothetical technology. When it awakened it was as if it had simply jumped from your body and woken up in the machine. In a sense it is just as much you as your biological self is.

Now suppose the same situation, except that the moment your brain is copied to the machine, your biological self dies. The copy in the machine is the same as the previous example but this time it is the only existing manifestation. To the brain in the machine (you), you were living in a biological body and then the next second you awoke in an artificial form. One continuous entity.

Now you are dying. There is no machine. Your heart stops beating. You loose consciousness. You are technically dead. But by some stroke of luck you are resuscitated. The you that wakes up in that body. Is it the same one that was there taking its dying breath?

Could it be possible that you are dying every second of every day? Not in the biological sense. But in the sense that the information in your brain, the personality that you have, your stream of consciousness does not survive indefinitely in you body.

I have to finish:
Packing
Cleaning Dayton
Canceling Utilities
Finding a Job
Finding a Life

Post Graduation Procrastination

I had thought about not updating this blog anymore as I don't have anymore schoolwork.

However, I still find things to put off: cleaning out my hood, finishing my resume, just about everything except sleeping and interneting.

Daft Punk is on the radio (!)