Case in point:
Because I want to begin acting like a missionary in the unimportant mundane ways far before I actually go on a mission. Of course. That's how one prepares for a mission: waking up early, cutting one's hair short, wearing white shirts all the time, and refusing to leave the side of one's companion. This is exactly what our young men need to prepare them for missions.
Seriously, is a missionary planner so hard to master? Do we really need to turn our 18-year-olds into planner-toting Stephen R. Covey freaks? Quit trying to sell your product by making tenuous connections between it and missionary work.
23 May 2009
Mormons are WEIRD
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18 May 2009
Thoughts from a sacrament meeting
When I return from my mission, I will not make a series of vaguely connected mission stories the sole content of my talk. Nor will I bear my testimony in the language I spoke on my mission. Unless that language is English, in which case I'll make a joke about it.
Also, when asked to introduce my family to the ward, I will not proceed by describing the spiritual gifts each of them has been blessed with. No. I will not.
Further, if I have only a few minutes to speak, I will not waste half my time reminiscing about how wonderful the returned missionary's talk was. This is the devotional equivalent of small talk: a way to waste time when you don't have enough content to fill it.
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16 May 2009
On motivation
So two weeks ago when I decided to start posting daily, I figured it would make me think and come up with something creative to say every day. I'd get the feeling of accomplishment of doing something worthwhile, along with the catharsis of self-expression. Yeah right. I should have known that I would put it off until late each night, giving me a few minutes to hastily cobble together something that passed for a post. That's not an accomplishment. That's not interesting to read or write. So I'm back where I started. I need to blog more, but it needs to be meaningful blogging. Making it a daily task makes it feel like a chore that I must do, but if it's not scheduled, I don't do it. Ideas?
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15 May 2009
Ionesco
wrote plays. I've been reading a few of them. They're quite interesting.
I'd say you need to see these quotes in context in order for them to make sense, but that would be lying.
Mr. Martin: I traveled second class, madam. There is no second class in England, but I always travel second class.
Mrs. Smith: There, it's nine o'clock. We've drunk the soup, and eaten the fish and chips, and the English salad. The children have drunk English water. We've eaten well this evening. That's because we live in the suburbs of London and our name is Smith.
Mr. Smith: [continues to read, clicks his tongue]
The Fire
The polypoids were burning in the wood
A stone caught fire
The castle caught fire
The forest caught fire
The men caught fire
The women caught fire
The birds caught fire
The fish caught fire
The water caught fire
The sky caught fire
The ashes caught fire
The smoke caught fire
The fire caught fire
Everything caught fire
Caught fire, caught fire.
(Those were from The Bald Soprano)
Pupil: It's easy. Not being able to rely on my reasoning, I've memorized all the products of all possible multiplications.
(cough. Michael.)
Professor: ...In Spanish: the roses of my grandmother are as yellow as my grandfather who was Asiatic; in Latin: the roses of my grandmother are as yellow as my grandfather who was Asiatic. Do you detect the differences? Translate this into...Romanian.
Now didn't I warn you, just a little while ago: arithmetic leads to philology, and philology leads to crime...
(From The Lesson)
Mother Jack: Gaston, come here! Your son, your son adores hashed brown potatoes!
...
Father Jack [aside]: Can it be that all is not lost? That would be too wonderful, but not a moment too soon.
(From Jack, or the Submission)
See, Michael, your "quotes" are nothing new. People have been doing things like that since the 50s.
Next up, Waiting for Godot.
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14 May 2009
I'm so glad to be 18, part 3
Jury duty looks pretty appealing. Just look at those comfy chairs. One of them even has two pillows on the seat!
Yeah, I don't think I want to join the military. Not with this guy, at least.
There don't seem to be many people, um, recreating here. I guess it's just an invitation to sully the beautiful landscape with my raucous celebrations as soon as I reach the age of majority.
Um. Not that I was planning on it or anything, but if I were to commit a sex crime, I don't think it would involve Barbie dolls.
Quote from the text accompanying this: "Oh come on — I just grabbed her butt — so what's the big deal?"
No, I don't want to smoke. Gross. 
Yes. The first thing on my mind when I finish vandalizing a concrete wall is "Oh no, I've just made myself vulnerable to a tort case!"
I want this car. Do I get this car when I turn 18?
OH YEAH? WELL WHAT IF I WANT TO VOTE AGAINST AMERICA???
In conclusion, turning 18 seems to be stupid and full of visual non sequiturs. Please keep this in mind as you become a legal adult.
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13 May 2009
My thought processes
...shudder. Here are three pages of my rambling thoughts as I desperately tried to develop a thesis for my Human Event paper.
My paper will discuss the topic of artificial intelligence (and really, artificial humanity) with perspective provided by our later readings (especially Jonas). It will include discussion of the nature of thought, the inner self, and the essence of humanity. Essentially, I plan to answer the question "What would it mean for a machine to possess human intelligence?" [this was the topic I assigned myself.]
Alan Turing, [This was my attempt to begin writing the paper before I gave up and began brainstorming.]
Artificial intelligence does not mean artificial humanity
Def intelligence: ability to solve the same problems humans do: engineering, proofs, etc. Still deterministic in some sense
Humanity would be the soft things. Conversation, art, music. Is it distinguishable? Is that the issue? I think not. The question is ultimately whether the computer experiences the same thing as a human while producing it. It may be possible to program a computer to produce output indistinguishable from Bach’s, using a set of rules. This is not essentially different from passing the Turing test. The question is the computer’s inner life. And since it’s almost definitionally impossible to tell…
But perhaps we could have a circumscribed turing test, where the bounds of conversation are set. We might require that the computer need to answer truthfully every question. And simply ask it the question “are you self-aware” If it doesn’t understand, not aware. Else, aware.
Why should we want our computers to be indistinguishable from humans in order to be intelligent anyway? They should be their own form of intelligence.
Does intelligence = sentience? How do we tell if something is sentient? Ask it? Can we say computer sentience is ultimately untestable? In fact, the sentience of others is ultimately untestable. Reasonable assumptions -- if it is constructed like me and acts like me, it’s self aware? Build biological computers? Err on the side of caution? Does it come in degrees? Is it possible in a quantized mechanism?
But if the computer is completely deterministic, how can we say it has free will?
The sentience of another being is ultimately a matter of faith, as we could never experience being them.
Thesis: The question of a machine’s possessing a human intelligence is ultimately untestable. While we may indeed produce
-intelligence/problemsolving is easier than sentience is easier than humanity.
-can a machine be human? Without emulating the biological components?
-is something sentient? Must use heuristics; leaves room for doubt.
-if it acts sentient without being programmed so, pretty good guess is that it’s sentient.
-turing test not sufficient for humanity or really even sentience.
-we can analyze human conversation as a stochastic sequence of linguistic events, but that doesn’t mean that each element doesn’t have a reason
-my sentience, at least, cannot be reduced to a physical explanation, since no physical explanation generates consciousness; no physical explanation is being me.
-since I have sentience, which is nonphysical, it’s not a big logical leap to allow for free will apart from physical determinism.
-if I can’t tell whether a machine has sentience or not, a good ethical rule of thumb would be to treat it as if it did.
Can a computer think? It’s unclear: any position must be flexible with regard to new evidence.
From a reductionist perspective: yes. From a radical science/Jonas perspective, maybe not.
But there’s always room for denial.
Nature of thought/sentience: a feedback loop? Creativity?
Can a strange loop (as Hofstader calls it) really demonstrate sentience? Things are not merely their outward manifestations. Scientific theories are, but I. Experience. Reality. That is not an outward manifestation. Whatever it is, it’s a mystery; I wouldn’t be surprised if there were never a scientific answer. But to make a computer sentient, we need an answer to exactly what sentience is (unless it happens on accident). But then the question of whether a computer is sentient is the same as whether another human being is sentient.
a) can I imagine myself in their shoes?
b) Do they seem to have external motivation?
c) Do they seem to have internal motivation?
d) Do they seem to have volition?
e) Do they attest to their sentience? (Note here sentience would be separate from communicative intelligence.)
Volition and sentience seem to go hand in hand, but they are separable. Specifically, volition requires sentience.
Indeed, (e) is so great an indicator that it may override the others, as in a turing test. But with a computer we have a few more things to check:
a) has the computer been programmed to imitate human action? At some level imitation becomes reality, but if it merely does a probabilistic conversational choice…
b) Does the creator understand how it works? If so, that should make us a bit more skeptical.
c) Deprived from input, can it still act humanlike? (sensory deprivation chamber?)
It could be sentient and intelligent without being indistinguishable from a human, though. (stochastically, at least. Just as Shakespeare and Milton are distinguishable for the most part.)
THE TURING TEST IS A RED HERRING!
Intelligence is ultimately creative, not communicative. And it does require either society or proof of volition. Is intelligence inherently sentient?
But ultimately this is a matter of faith, just as the acceptance of science is a matter of faith.
Could a computer be human?
Characteristics of humanity
Problem solving
Sentience
Socialization
Volition
Creativity (included in volition?)
If all of these are possessed by a machine, then we may say that that machine’s intelligence is at a human level. Unfortunately, several are unverifiable unless one is the machine. (Ooh. Then in theory we could have a sentient being made up of sentient beings by having a huge group of humans follow the program of the computer.) How do we know if a computer is truly self-aware? Or if it has volition? We don’t. All we have are heuristics. And we can guess. And have faith. Same as science. Booyah.
This brainstorming is actually two-thirds of the length of my paper.
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12 May 2009
I'm so glad to be 18, part 2
When I'm 18, I finally have the opportunity to bloody my knuckles giving that woman what she deserves.
And I can, um, hang myself with the dual nooses of, er, drugs and narcotics? Shirtless? Seriously, what IS that?
Trying to get a job, I think, will be somewhat difficult. Especially if I'm looking for a job involving antique typewriters.
Not only can I take out my frustration on my spouse, but I can also send slugs of lead at high velocities through panes of glass! Just what I've always dreamed of doing!
Moving into a half-victorian, half-soviet-bloc apartment like this has never been high on my list of priorities, but I guess I'll find time to do it once I turn 18.
Aww. After I've been divorced for several pages, I can finally get married. And sloppily sew a heart onto my shirtsleeve. Because I wear my heart on my sleeve. Get it?
To be continued yet again...
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11 May 2009
09 May 2009
Father Zossima
A quote from Father Zossima, an Orthodox priest, in The Brothers Karamazov:
For know, dear ones, that every one of us is undoubtedly responsible for all men- and everything on earth, not merely through the general sinfulness of creation, but each one personally for all mankind and every individual man.
My thoughts on hearing this while listening to the audiobook:
Hey, that's pretty awesome. Father Zossima is quite insightful. I love Orthodox monks.
My thoughts if I had heard this in a Sunday School lesson:
Yeah right. That's ridiculous. Man, I wish these people would think about what they say before they say it. I hate Mormons.
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08 May 2009
I'm so glad to be 18 (or, something not quite from my basement)
I got this at some point during high school. I am quite excited to find out what happens when I turn 18:
It looks lovely. Hoping to have my hopes for the future crushed further, I open the booklet. Here I learn that it teaches me my "Legal Rights & Responsibilities upon Becoming An..."
And also, apparently that 18-year-olds get clocks with wings or something. And alcohol. Alcohol is important. It's the first topic: 
Of course, I'm not allowed to drink it. There are a lot of punishments for drinking it. So they want you to know that. But! I "can finally get my own bank account."
WITH EGGS! HOW AWESOME IS THAT!?!?! And when I'm buying shiny new things with the money in that bank account, it's good to know that I, as a consumer, can be protected:
That consumer obviously wasn't protected. And she paid the price. Look at that ugly purse. It's HORRID!
Blah blah blah I can make contracts: 
And put myself into exorbitant debt...
...buying ugly gift bags from the seventies.
And also be arrested by policemen who don't know how to use actual handcuffs. Or maybe that's just the Mafia.
Best of all, I can FINALLY cut up an apple ALL BY MYSELF! With a REAL KNIFE!
I mean get divorced.
That's not the worst of it. But I think that's enough for now.
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07 May 2009
Another contender for Worst Church Song Ever
This was in the March 2009 New Era. You'd think they'd avoid something this stereotypically cheesy in a magazine intended for teenagers.
1. Sometimes when I’m feeling scared,
I kneel down and say a prayer (THAT DIDN'T RHYME!)
and ask Him to help me through the day.
Sometimes when I’m feeling sad
for hard times that I have had, (Okay, forget what I said about rhyming. Stop. Stop!)
I ask Him to help me find my way.
CHORUS
Then a message will come from my Father up above
in a song or a dream or in beauty that surrounds me. (Certainly won't be THIS song.)
If I try to obey and remember to pray (We've got to get the standard Sunday School answers in there somehow!)
I’ll see the tender mercies of the Lord.
2. Sometimes when I’m all alone
and long for my heav’nly home, (Yeah, I do that all the time.)
I ask Him to help me feel at peace.
Sometimes when I’m feeling pain
or standing in pouring rain, (Because standing in the rain is comparable to being in agony.)
I ask Him to help me feel relief. (Sorry, "relief" does not rhyme with "peace." Not even close.)
3. Sometimes when I just don’t know
the path I should choose to go,
I ask Him to help me make a choice.
I know He is always there
to guide me through simple prayer
And help me to hear His loving voice. (This verse wasn't too bad. Except for know/go. And there/prayer. And choice/voice.)
Are there no Mormons that can write decent song lyrics? I'd hate to see the songs the New Era REJECTS for publication.
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06 May 2009
College students are dumb
I wrote that last post sitting in the basement of the Memorial Union. Behind me to my left was a table of girls. You could tell they went to ASU. (That is, they were party students.)
Two of the girls were planning to live together after the summer was over, and so they were discussing their living arrangements. One of them mentioned that she went around in her underwear all the time at home, but wouldn't lounge around naked. The other girl was totally fine with that. After all, she said, "we're girls." This was totally fine with the rest of them. But they did have standards. Yes, they did. One girl mentioned that she went around with guys in their boxers all the time. This was too much for one of the other girls' delicate sensibilities, and she retorted "well, you're a whore."
But the plan for living together was progressing quite nicely. One potential problem was smoking, but it was quickly resolved. "You don't smoke in the house, do you? Because I'm allergic to cigarette smoke." "No, I don't. Well...once in a while I'll smoke in my room, but mostly when I'm going to bed and I'll just lay there on my bed, smoking." "Well, I'm not really really allergic. And you're not going to stick it in my face and try and get me to smoke, are you?" "Oh, no, I'm not like that." Both sides seemed eager to please, trying not to make anything seem at all like a deal-breaker.
In turn, each called her parents, seeking to inform them of (and perhaps seek permission for) their plans. They stressed the "better living conditions" that they would experience in this new residence. One saw fit to talk with her father about her sister's recent move in with her boyfriend. Her father hadn't heard. And the sister herself had just broken up with another boyfriend.
Mingled with this was one girl's explanation of how religiously she was raised. Her family went to church EVERY SUNDAY! And to Bible Study one day a week! And even SUNDAY SCHOOL! College had really opened her eyes to the world, though. She wasn't religious anymore. Why would she be? She prefers to wander about the house not-quite naked.
Then came the zinger. It was Cinco de Mayo, right? One of them realized this and decided to, instead of using its standard name, make the absolutely hilarious move of calling it "Cinco de Drinko." Yeah. Not even the almost clever version "Drinko de Mayo," but the random concatenation of half the name of the holiday with a faux-Spanish word describing their favorite activity. But here comes the zinger: they weren't "party animals." No, they considered themselves respectable college students doing their best to broaden their horizons through higher education. I'd hate to see what they considered "party animals."
College students are dumb.
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05 May 2009
The art of the multiple-choice test
I rather enjoy a well-written multiple-choice test. I can even appreciate a somewhat mediocre one. But some tests that I've encountered just turn my stomach. Taking a multiple-choice test that was thrown together with no consideration of distracters or potential objections is not fun.
I had to take such a test yesterday. My new purpose in life is to make all multiple choice tests of the mediocre or better variety. In other words, I will eradicate all awful tests.
My first task is to educate the world in the true art of the multiple-choice test. So we begin with a short diagnostic quiz:
1. How frequently do you use the answer "none of the above" in your multiple choice tests?
a) maybe once a test
b) every page or so
c) about every other question
d) It is my favorite phrase; I sometimes use it more than once per question.
e) none of the above
2. How about "all of the above"?
a) as infrequently as possible
b) whenever the question number is prime
c) whenever the question number is divisible by a prime
d) as frequently as possible, especially where it makes no sense
e) all of the above
3. Do all of your questions have the same number of choices?
a) yes
b) no
c) all of the above
4. Does every question have an unambiguously correct answer?
a) of course
b) yes
c) mmhmm
d) sure!
e) none of the above
5. Are your distractors reasonable?
a) yes
b) green
c) I LOVE UNICORNS!!!
d) 3
e) Good day sir. My name is Frederic Armand. I am here to meet with you on the topic of the growing unrest in our natal village. Do you expect to be able to meet with the mayor regarding the rebellion led by Mr. Nance?
6. What is a distractor?
a) a wrong answer
b) a right answer
c) Oh, look! Ponies!
d) something meant to confuse the test taker
e) all of the above
7. In a test
a) which uses question stems with answer choices to fill in the blanks, I make sure all the completions are parallel
b) questions are asked
c) people are supposed to give the right answer
d) I make sure to have only one wrong answer per question
e) green
8. Do you use those weird College Board style test questions with the Roman numerals?
I. Only when appropriate.
II. Yes.
III. No.
IV. Every single question.
V. Huh?
a) I only
b) II only
c) III only
d) IV only
e) V only
f) I and II
g) I and III
h) I and IV
i) I and V
j) II and III
k) II and IV
l) II and V
m) III and IV
n) III and V
o) IV and V
p) I, II, and III
q) I, II, and IV
r) I, II, and V
s) I, III, and IV
t) I, III, and V
u) I, IV, and V
v) II, III, and IV
w) II, III and V
x) II, IV, and V
y) III, IV, and V
z) I, II, III, and IV
aa) I, II, III, and V
ab) I, II, IV and V
ac) I, III, IV and V
ad) II, III, IV, and V
ae) I, II, III, IV, and V
af) You thought I'd stop there, didn't you?
ag) all of the above
ah) none of the above
ai) You think I'm done now? Hah!
aj) I doubt you'll be able to enter this option on your scantron. Too bad it's the right answer.
ak) Just kidding. THIS is the right answer.
al) Okay, now I'm done.
9. As a test author, I appear to test takers as
a) intelligent, articulate, and considered
b) barly litrate
c) really really nitpicky
d) absurdly pedantic
e) the teacher
am) Did you really think that was seriously the last answer? That's too bad.
11. How many typos to yo make per tes?
a) zero
v) 1-ten
c) fifteen
d) 27
w) all of th eabove
11. On my tests, takers wonder whether what the question is asking
a) never
b) frequently
c) True
an) Fnord
d) False
e) Strongly agree
SCORING: If you still haven't figured out what you're doing wrong when you write multiple choice tests, you should probably just give up now.
ao) Made you look.
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04 May 2009
Deadlines
I love deadlines.
I can scarcely get something done unless imminent death looms if I don't. For example, I started writing this post almost two months ago. And I'm still not sure I'm going to finish it. And this is why I love deadlines. I love getting things done, but I can seldom bring myself to actually do things. There are just so many other things I could do instead. And I do. A deadline focuses me on a single task, and I get it done. Not getting things done makes me feel lame and boring. By contrast, I feel alive and joyous when I've just completed a task: I am productive! I do things! I am not merely a passive blob! Sadly, I don't do this nearly as often as I ought.
So I'm giving myself a deadline: by midnight each day I am to have completed a blog post. That's at least some accomplishment, right?
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