SCA Meme & Feedback Cycles

As memes move through a medium, they trigger new memes (diffraction) and feedback loops. Those loops diffract as well, setting off a general wave of associated tranmissions. But like ripples in a pond, feedback is exactly that, feedback, and it eventually returns to its point of origin for a resolution.

SCA (Service Component Architecture) is an SOA construct. Note its four-year rise but also note the technical analysis. Each low is a higher low, each high is a higher high. There are seven separate feedback cycles which return to their origin for resolution, where they re-affirm the rise. It's similar to tidal patterns at the beach. As the tide is rising, each new wave washes up further onto the beach.

Feedback cycles eventually return to their point of origin for resolution.
This is WHY technical analysis is predictive.

Confidence

Job interviews are, like women, largely a projection of the interviewer's own confidence.

Dice Update

I sure get plagarized a lot. On March 31st, I calculated a 44% drop in Dice.com listings over the past twelve months. Three days later, an almost identical article is released. I don't have hard data but I believe that Dice listings bottomed a couple of months ago at 48K, currently at 53.3K, or an eleven percent increase. My monthly resume hits have doubled since Feb/March, 2009 (from 55 hits to 117)

Night Drive

3am night walk in Alki.
Drive through downtown Seattle.
Dessert at the 13 Coins (Grand Chocolate Sundae and Chocolate Mousse).

Free market theory fails because it's subservient to communication constraints of scalability and context.
Cosmology fails because it's subservient to communication constraints of human perception.

Her greatest strength is that she's intrinsically good without believing it.

We will always be beautiful
On the night we kissed
In the stairwell
Before we really knew each other yet

39 Steps

She took me to "39 Steps" at the SRT. The first act had me yawning. The second act was livelier but I can't say I had any epiphanies. We split a steak at TS McHugh's. Our past twenty months has been so much better than my marriage; so much more fun, unbelievable sex, carefree, interesting. I wish it could last longer.

Anniversary

I've been out of work for exactly one year today. I'm not sure if I should celebrate. The workplace had become so hostile over the past few years that I don't miss it much but I resent that I planned for the Crash, maintained skills to tide me through yet it was still pointless because of the petty, paranoid, delusional nature of Americans. My brother and sister are still unemployed, too, going on seven months, although my sister has had enormous trouble for the past decade. I'm surprised that I care so little about having my life stolen and destroyed by slander and subterfuge but I can't help feeling that there must be a balancing of accounts.

But then again, I've suspected for over a decade that the Crash would echo pre-WWII Germany as the population separated into sheep and scapegoats. Three years ago, I compared 1930 Germany to the U.S.

Despite news to the contrary, I don't see a recovery. Today I passed a gated, closed gas station that I used last month. I received quite a few job inquiries last week but most were the same short-term, throw-away positions that I've seen in increasing numbers for several years.

The one good thing of the past year is Janet.
For some reason, she's closer now than ever.
Is the sex that good for her?

Tuesday night I drove to the 13 Coins at 2:30am and downtown Seattle was emptier than a coke can in the Sahara desert. I saw two homeless wanderers and five moving cars, total. It was like something out of a Plague or Zombie movie.

Alki Beach Monuments

Alki Beach is a few miles from downtown Seattle but it's so different; quiet, quaint, a bit seedy. I like walking down to Alki in the morning, and sometimes J and I eat dinner and walk the beach. It has two miniature monuments, a Statue of Liberty and a Washington Monument.

Alkis is a pleasant place, unlike so many other things these days.

Sometimes I flash back to when I lived in Canyon Country, CA. I've been slandered a lot over the past few years. In retrospect, I realize that many of my "friends" were vindictive and petty, hating me not for what I did, but for who I am. I didn't realize what they were and sometimes I flash back thirty years to some scene that I'd misinterpret in the most positive light, not recognizing then the subtle two-faced insults thrown at me.

Janet is amazing.
She has so little anger or hate.
I've never see her act duplicitous or petty.

I think I lost my autonomic fear of death in 2006. A life-threatening illness tends to polarize that fear into either phobia or fatalism and I drew the Fatalism card. Decisions are easier in a post-Expectation world.

Audience

Realmeme gets 100 unique visitors per day, half are non-human. Of the 1500 humans per month, half are first-time/one-time visitors. That's my static traffic, with no effort on my part. Total traffic sums to 40,000+ readers in four years.

Of that 40,000, perhaps 10% read anything of value (memes & communication)
Of that 4,000, perhaps 10% understood what they read.
Of that 400, perhaps 100 used my material in a meaningful way.

I created something with value but almost nobody else sees it.
I'm surprisingly ambivalent.

De Value

Three years ago I predicted the Feds would puruse a 30-40% devaluation of the dollar. Gold increased 70% since then, or 20+% per year.

Angelina's in West Seattle closed.
Janet says they were in business for over twenty years.
Having your own website is a mixed blessing.
Traffic patterns are a fairly good indicator of job interviews and offers.

The U.S. won't recover within any length of time that I care about.

Inevitable Error

No one thinks well. Our perspective is our own perception so we believe we think well. But consider that while we're able to build a machine that makes one hundred consecutive free-throws through a basketball hoop, no one alive can do the same thing. Our model of reality is filled with flaws - our position, our distance, the weight of the ball, the movement of our muscles.

Every microsecond our mind re-assesses sensory input and rebuilds our internal model of the world. And every microsecond, the model has a different set of unpredictable flaws.

We think in stereotypes (models) because our minds lack the processing power for better granularity. The answer to racial and sexual bias is not greater diversity or "exposure" to greater diversity because this increases bandwidth use from an already saturated source. Greater conformity reduces bandwidth, it's a better impedance match between how our minds work and Reality.

We don't think well at all.
None of us.

Injections

I walk five miles along Alki beach, then watch passenger ferries glide through the Sound as I eat breakfast. My website traffic shifted dramatically this year. I quit counting after my 300th university login but at least 1000 colleges, universities and "educational facilities" have read something, usually related to communication and memes.

Alki is peaceful, with a mock Washington monument and State of Liberty; it's seedy yet expensive, an odd mix of beach-bums, artists, retirees and the ostentatious.

The Path is like walking through a foggy forest at night with a flashlight. You can't see far ahead, nothing changes unless you move forward, and sometimes it doesn't matter at all if you're on The Path. Sometimes you lose it, then find it again. Or think you did.

If a meme is injected too soon, it dies on fallow ground, unable to take root. If injected too late, it lacks relevance and stands alone, waiting, like a late passenger at a bus stop. I softened up the dating site over several weeks, hitting quick and broad across its bow, then injected The Meme. It rooted and grew and I was rewarded two days later by a mutated reference on an unrelated topic from an unknown user, but I saw the essence. My eyebrows shot up in shock and then I smiled. Adaptive interpretation, a pleasant surprise from the Millennials.

This is my Discordance, my Discontinuity except that I didn't recognize it until this week. I knew it well but it was wrapped in the wrong context. All venues flow through a communication channel. Many theories have unspoken assumptions but they are rarely framed within the constraints of communication. Yet those boundaries are the primary filter, the fist imposition on all things. Free market theory, socialism, art, education... all these things are subject to finite bandwidth, contention, quality of service, kurtosis of context, relevance.

This is a Discordance that breaks the current Paradigm.
This is a lever.

The New You

My 51st birthday - I bought new shoes, a Thinkpad X200, a new jacket and a new car in the next few weeks. I played pool with the Millennials all night at Mulligans and garnered a little bit of inter-generational lust. Surprise on me.

Old life gone, new life on.
And it seems Indians respect me more than Americans.
I suppose it cuts both ways.

I'm debating between a Mazda3, Miata, Scion tC, Saturn Sky, Honda Civic Si or RX-8. Mazda3 is a good all-around car; reliable, sporty, inexpensive, good gas mileage but it's not the same as a Miata or Sky.

Gender Analyzer

http://genderanalyzer.com/ - attempts to determine gender from writing samples. Hard to say how accurate it is but male and female do have different thinking styles.

Justice

Cargo Cults

My serious debates with Libertarians ended ten years ago. I engaged them in daily debate and once I brought up the complexity argument - supply chains, latency, redundancy versus efficiency, standards, critical path analysis, compatibility, etc.

"Don't need to know that crap", my opponent declared.

"What?", I replied, shocked.

"If I wave this here processed tree bark with green ink in the air, a Harley motorcycle will appear", he smirked.

"Errrr, what?", I said again.

"You heard me. The free market will deliver my wish on its own".

I finally realized that this was a religious mentality, not a rational engineering one, somewhat like the Cargo Cults of the South Sea Islands. And I saw that there was no way to bridge the gap in our beliefs. Since then, I notice this "don't need to know crap" religious belief fairly often.

Predictably, we had the greatest supply chain failure in history. When you grow ad hoc complex systems, they eventually crash and burn. And paradoxically, the government IS waving large sums of processed tree bark with green ink in the air, and amusingly it's the Libertarians who complain most that it can't work, mostly likely because the money is in the left hand instead the right.