I didn’t even know the word “semasiographic” then, but when I was 13 or 14 I developed a partially semasiographic writing system (as the aliens in Arrival used) with the idea that it could work cross-culturally for the basics.

Looking back on it, it was pretty good. I discovered nothing new of course, but divorcing phonology from meaning seemed natural to me at the time.

However, I did not learn to see the future.

I am tired of living on a high-gravity planet.

I know the answer is that philosophy is bad and thinking more than mechanistically like a wind-up clock is invalid, but why does is not bother more math type people that there is a vast infinity of non-computable real numbers?

It is one of the few math proofs I can understand well (like many of the fundamental ones, it is not that hard in either common variant). I know that it doesn’t have many if any consequences for the real world or math as constructed (as Gödel’s incompleteness theorems also do not), but still it seems like something fundamentally broken in how reality as we perceive it is ordered.

Other than my complete lack of ability — such as spending three years trying to learn to do quadratic equations and failing — one of the reasons I could never pursue math is that it seems to be a house built on ghosts of broken, vanished universes.

These philosophical concerns are minor to non-existent for most people I know, but for me they aren’t and never could be just a quibble.

They are — to borrow the title of a decent sf novel — a reality dysfunction.

I wish I could go back to 1998 or so when the DMCA was being passed. First, so I could buy some Apple stock.

But second, so I could rub in people’s faces how right I was when I warned that the DMCA would be applied to objects like cars and non-internet devices like tractors.

This news has been out there a while, but it is equally appalling each time.

Back to my desire for a time machine, though. Just as with renewables, when I brought up that the DMCA would inevitably be applied to more than software and websites, I was told that I was being an “idiot,” that it’d never happen, that it just wasn’t possible, that such thoughts were foolish to even consider.

But it was self-evident in how the law was written, and now here we are with farmers who are legally impeded from repairing their own equipment.

Am constantly surprised by people’s lack of grasp of the obvious.