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Today is great, but the last two days, I haven’t slept well. It happens. For me, sleep deprivation can lead to some highly emotional states. I know it best on those types of days to not make a bigger decision than clean the bathroom, vacuum, or do laundry. I tend to miss a nights sleep once a week, so, though unorganized, my apartment is actually pretty spick and span, and though I’ve never actually used Spic and Span, I did look up the entomology. I’m just that perky today. Also, because of this, I never have to put on the same underwear twice.

Note: I have emergency underwear should the laundry not maintain schedule. Want to hear more about my underwear? Read my book, ‘Where to Catch the Best Sales the Day Before the Apocalypse.’

So, no sleep for me means try and be quiet. Especially hard when at work, where I lecture mostly, but still just try and maintain my coolness. Speaking of work, ever notice that when you are sick, people just don’t get it, and still expect normal responses from you? They know, and still ask, ‘What’s the matter?’ And you wonder why they can’t empathize that you are hallucinating with a 101 fever? No, just me? Well, lack of sleep seems to be treated the same way. My quiet is taken for rudeness. Kind of like spaces of the introvert who gathers energy, taking it all in until ready to expel. Yes, I’m all kinds of mental self-awareness walking the tight rope of accepted social protocol, and all in clean underwear.

Why? Because I know myself, and am prepared. Otherwise I might have one of those meltdowns you see on the Internet where someone feels the need to start yelling with their fingers. Typing furiously away with self-pity at a world that until recently was maintained by four walls. In the past, if you were unfortunate, they may have left a window open, and some incoherent sound carried down the block singing the off key broken echoes of, ‘Nobody loves me, nobody cares,’ or, ‘I’m mad as hell’, or ‘Who put their red sox in the laundry with my underwear?’

All kinds of noisy traffic out there in this city, and I tend to turn it off. Gravitate toward the positive. And those who don’t, those who just tend to hear the constant whine of the drunk on horrible, truly must go insane screaming at flowers on a beautiful spring day.

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I’m trying to figure out the whole transferring the human mind into a computer thing. Yes, that’s right, that’s what I’m interested in right now. Mostly because the approach I see researchers taking just seems inherently flawed.

Basically, they are taking a brain, preserving it, then identifying, tracking and recording the neurosynaptic pathways. That’s a very simple explanation.

Here’s the thing though. Say you can isolate every memory and personality trait of a person. You can even build a neurosynthetic three dimensional chip to contain such information. What about pleasure?

So much of what we do and don’t do, is the result of positive chemical reactions reinforcing behavior. Yes again, that’s simple, but hear me out.

Example. You design a project. You finish, and it gives you pleasure. You learn something new and it gives you pleasure. The dopamine or endorphin  rush of positive reinforcement. Yes, you liked it, though the work was hard, you want that feeling again. You go on designing and building and learning. You are chemically rewarded.

If your mind is in a machine, where is the dopamine rush going to come from? Electronic dopamine? OK, well, if you are the machine, I assume you are in control of your processing, so you could just sit and electronically dopamine yourself all day. No accomplishment needed. What’s your motivation?

I see a bunch of human minds stuck in neurosynthetic processors, transferred to robotic bodies, sitting around doing nothing but being electric junkies-forever.

I worry about this stuff.

So you say, well they could put in controls so the neurosynthetic mind controlled robot has to accomplish something to get the electronic dopamine satisfaction. Well, that’s just great. Now we have a bunch of machines running around with endless energy and motivation doing who knows what to achieve such a reward.

Again, I worry about this stuff.

Visit the Brain Preservation Foundation for more. Just don’t tell them I sent you. These people have no sense of humor.

http://www.brainpreservation.org/

Any discussion on this very important and pressing matter would be appreciated and possibly chemically rewarded. Natural chemically induced dopamine, the way nature intended.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dopamine

Enjoy your Life

L.D.