I failed at dinner last night. I had planned on making dinner around 8 PM then I got a notification that Tribal Mischief was doing an interview with Alisa Amador on their Twitch channel at 8. During the intros I ran into the kitchen and made myself a peanut butter on chocolate chip brioche sandwich. That is incredibly good, but I always feel I should cook and make a hot dinner. I also feel that I shouldn’t miss Ethan and Jake interviewing Alisa. Ethan and Jake are good friends and Alisa was one of my big discoveries of NERFA 2019. She’s high on my list of artists that I want to not just hear more from but get to know better. She belongs in the Gordonverse. I will be doing a Gord’s Gold about her and will try to get her to the Budgiedome. This is the second season of the Jake and Ethan’s talk show. I didn’t watch the first because the first time I tried the video quality was so poor. It seems that was an aberration. I’ve now watched three weeks in row. When they interview my people, I’ll be there.
I failed at blogging yesterday, that’s as far as I got. I failed at blogging this morning as I didn’t even start blogging. I failed at dishes last night. Every night before I go to bed I clean whatever dirty dishes are in the kitchen. This morning I awoke to find out that I hadn’t. I won at dishes redemption; I washed them all this morning well before I ate, so I could cook in a clean kitchen. I went above and beyond by washing the cow-shaped creamer that I have never used so I could start using it. I make two cups of coffee every morning and I like to bring the French press and a creamer into the living room where I eat so I don’t have to get up to refill my cup. My old creamer broke. I had been using a tiny cup, but it spilled when I tried to pour from it. This creamer is a little large for one person, but it works. God knows the last time it was used.
For an atheist I spend a lot of time hypothesizing possible afterlives. For the record I think that after you die is exactly the same as before you were born; it’s not even nothing, you aren’t there to experience it. I’ve never found any of the ones religions portray as both theoretically possible and bearable. This is part of what I loved about The Good Place, it accepts that it can’t be made both infinite and bearable. It still wiggles around important points.
Thinking that it’s impossible doesn’t stop me from trying to come up with something better. The issue I was addressing this morning was that we want the people we love to be there in the afterlife, but different people’s paradises would look and feel quite different. What about people that lost spouses and remarried? Mightn’t they want to spend eternity with both of them? Does one have to have a huge void in their eternity? How can everyone be happy at once? On the simplest terms think of the countless married couples that can’t agree on how warm to keep their home or the hardness of their mattress.
My way around these problems is that each person’s heaven is purely subjective. The imagined couple could be in the same place and both feel it’s the perfect temperature as there is no temperature, just their sensations. Each person is not a physical being but an information system with self-awareness. You can call it a soul, or you can think of it as a computer program. The advantage of the later is that you can imagine it being duplicated. If A marries B, B died, and then A married C, A can live with both of them. Neither version of A need miss B or C as all versions of A would share a consciousness. Each would have the other’s memories. No need to decide between the beach and the mountains, you can go to both, at the same time.
When you get together with your friends or meet new people, it’s in realities you both can enjoy. You like opera and baseball, and your friend likes baseball and jazz? No problem, you go to a baseball game together and neither of you has to forego the music they love. You meet someone that wants to introduce you to the joys of LARPing? Fine you try it out with them. If you don’t like it, that will be a memory you don’t dwell on. It’s like the countless things you can remember but never bother to as they didn’t make an impression. As time goes on the parts you dwell on change. Life never becomes stale as the possibilities are infinite. For the next millennia you can not think about Star Wars or that girl you liked in the 8th grade. You might then rediscover them with renewed joy.
Wise Madness 