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Anton wrote about cleaning his room, which inspired me to think about memory, cognitive efficiency, and self-organization.
Another thing is cleaning your messy computer (especially if its integral to your usual hobbies). Trashing all the leftover stuff you don't really need to save, organizing everything to where you'll know where it is. Creating systems of organizing new information, new projects, new media. Organizing history so that you may reflect. Maximizing efficiency. Maximizing computer performance; periodic reformats if necessary.
It's so weird how the effect of making the world around you neat. Your room and your computer are part of your cognition. You use them to think. The cortex is organized in hierarchies, and works best within hierarchies.
Also cleaning your motivation and priorities. Neatly organizing your projects, your goals. Making lists, plans of action. Going into greater detail; baby steps. Stimulates motivation by having everything staring at you in the face.
Also (more abstract) neatly organizing your thoughts, ideas, and memory. Many times throughout the day I am flooded with ideas. If I don't write them down they're lost. So I keep a journal with me, or a sansa. However, many times I'll write notes in a journal but never return to them, never follow through, never elaborate, never utilize, never remember. Even worse is the sansa, I rarely re-listen, or if I do I need to keep notes.
Just because my thoughts are saved somewhere, it doesn't mean they're not lost; still just as lost as they would've been. So I try to create feedback loops. Games. Whenever I write something new, I compel myself to re-read the old and add a new reflection to it.
Something I also want to try is memorization. Memorizing my journals by heart, being able to recall them word for word. This would not only train my memory, but help me organize myself, make me a stronger beacon of myself socially and introspectively. Within my thoughts, I could make faster connections among myself. To others, I could spew out wisdom or ideas or perspectives more smoothly.
Even stronger than keeping a journal is keeping an amazing memory. If you know how to utilize your memory, you become instantly more superhuman. One of the best techniques to memorize things is to use the journey method. Map out your mind like a journey. Then connect details within details, in a fractal. Use all your senses. Connect seemingly unrelated stimulus. Force synesthesia. Recognize the effects of retroactive interference. Recognize the effects of spaced repetition. (I hear that recalling things in multiplies of 5x works well)
Some savants have crazy excellent memory. I read this book by Daniel Tammet (an autistic synesthesiac savant) about how his mind works. He says the techniques he uses, anybody can do. After reading, I set out to experiment. I attempted to memorize everything I thought in a single day. From 9am, through school, to my walk home, to Lian's house at 4pm -- I memorized nearly all my thoughts -- and spoke them to her (it took 45 minutes). It was just a matter of connecting things in hierarchies of journeys, and repetitively going over everything, and remembering when I went over everything, and connecting things to what time it was, and so on. Conversations were the hardest. I think it was easiest since my day was already organized (I wasn't just free-floating about).
I recently read part of this audio book called Quantum Memory Power. The title is kind of corny, but it got me thinking about the journey method again. I think part of the process is actually listening to the dude talk. The way he paces you. The intonations of his voice. He takes you through several sets of 10 things at a time, and goes into the details. I started being able to recall all the previous sets while he articulated the current. I imagined that he was really trying to make some superposition metaphor.
I tried memorizing half a deck of cards like this, by chunking some of them in sets of 2 or 3 or 5 and giving them a storyline. That was a week ago and I still remember the order of all the cards. Next I'll try to do a whole deck. And see how quickly it takes me to memorize.
I also tried this while meditating high up in a tree. Every epiphany I had, I counted. One to nine. Each epiphany, as they came, I danced on them, as if they were made of the music of repetitious trance. At the end I went over it all. I spoke aloud to myself, taking my time slowly with each. I still remember everything I thought in that tree; the whole experience. I didn't even have to record any of it. I drew a glyph. It had nine prongs, each with relevant doodles. (I want to do this continuously and surround myself with these glyphs. Maybe around my desk, or maybe I'll hide the glyphs around my room, so thinking about them becomes itself a journey.)
My mind felt so clear and organized.
I want to do this for everything. I think often the problem with memory and cognition is that it's too much like a messy room. Thoughts come in and you throw them on the floor somewhere and stuff them in a corner. But if you self-organize efficiently you become more superhuman.
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June 7th - Adam, please remix the following
June 6th - Galloping through Hades/ Waist deep in the gravy
Galloping through Hades  Waist deep in the gravy Virgil plays fife. Risking death to taste life For thrills and with lilts Vivacious reverb shrill hum For chills and on stilts Vasoconstrictedly numb Earth worms on Jules Verne journeys Ponder cave phrases, carved: "The gods left us mazes." Ear worms accompany hitherto It's your thing; do what you wanna do. Please mister postman look and see If there's a letter, a letter for me I been waiting such a long time To see that girl of mine Through the mountainous fog transformation Appeared the vehement crustation Pollacked and painted Across splattered sunlight skyset The colors still tune, Soon our sunrise and moon Waiting to be with my centaurette 
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June 2nd - I'd fap on the spot
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LMlmfAo you know i often start off my journals with some sort of bastardisation of lmao. It's always this big elaborate expression, emotion in every line and curve of the letters. Emotion in the typo. A cacophony of fingers hitting the keys.
!nu fkn zlin
I feel something different inside of me. Like something changed. Something clicked in my mind. I feel super human. There was like one day where I felt this, and it was a combination of several factors.
- One, I spent all day one day solving logic puzzles and IQ tests and playing 3 dimensional dual N-back rocket zoom. I felt highly stimulated. I also beat super mario bros with friggen Mega Man.
- Two, I started experimenting with being an alcoholic. I got a huge thing of red wine. 31 standard drinks. More on that below.
- Three, I had a really good long cry, a few actually. I cried listening to dillinger escape plan. DILLINGER! Cried to dillinger. Who would've ever anticipated this day. Option Paralysis is quite a beautiful album, I must say. The sing-songy emotional stuff, if you're in the right mood, really twangs you in the strings. And it's really well produced. And geniusly composed. Usually pop is cliche and yawnworthy but Dillinger manages to maintain authenticity. Soulful authenticity AND cerebral technicalness AND hardcore badassedry.
- Four, I realized I have best friends here. Yussef and Ryan and Reuben and Hayden. And the huge network of people they know. I looove hanging out at their house, it's basically one big philosopher fest. And I feel more connected to my flatmates. LMFAO it was so funny last night, laughing in Krista's room. (Omg, for some reason I have nostalgia for a future alternate reality where James dies, and I'm looking at a picture of him smiling wide "In Loving Memory of James" and I'm remembering back at all the times he'd run down the hallway to prank Krista.) And then all the Americans who hang out in first floor of O building -- Geoff and Liz and Alexis and Cam and John and Ashley and ... and my two really tall friends from the dancing class Josh and Jessen.
- Five, I was in a breakdance film lmao. I started going to the breakdance club. Woo! It's full of ridiculous Asians with ridiculous powers. It's weird, I didn't feel like I learned much when going, but the next few days I showed my friend Cam my breakdancing moves, and I was absurdly better. Here's a tip: forget the power moves, lmao. The most important part is flow, and flowing from within. If you try to logic your moves, you're missing out on the dance. If you try to emulate others, the dance is missing out on you. Evolve.
I'm listening to Plato's Republic.
I realized that saying things are "cool" and "awesome" all the time can get banal. There's a point I fear where it gets totally substanceless. Empty optimism. Like when you don't even care about people merely agreeing with you, you just want to know what they have to say. You gotta feedback actual information to people. And that's the good thing about cynicism I think. Because at least it stimulates the rational mind. But beyond that I think is turnsoutedness. Augmenting off of what other people say, in a collaborative stew of chaos and creativity. Neither in the banality of agreement nor in the dissonance of stubborn cynicism.
(5/8) Thinking back at high school, I think I was a lot like Socrates. Questioning people, to question their existence, adamently. I think now I've kind of become less philosophically combative. I like to see people's ideas play out for themselves, and augment off of them. I can absorb any point of view and play with it. But I'm starting to see maybe I'm too optimistic and defenseless and observant, maybe in some cases I should move back to a Socrates-like state, or at least stand up for something. (5/25) I find myself being more like Socrates again; questioning people (funny how reading a book influences the way you start thinking, and how the interaction of characters comes out in real life interaction.) While acknowledging I am not attached to any belief or ideology, I can still stand for something in proxy. Perhaps this is a step beyond; to debate ideas intelligently; to poke at people's ideologies, but not to the point of their annoyance.
The thing about debating is that the cognitive machine doing the debating can only handle so much, can only focus so much, can only think so much before becoming frustrated. Before the creative malleability hardens into a single point of view. To perform intelligent ideological warfare without getting people annoyed, pissed off, or depressed, or thinking they're inferior, or thinking you're a douchebag-- becomes delicate balancing act of empathy and rationality. The goal is to let ideas roam free without any bias of the monkey operating system running them. The ego (the self in the face of perceived threat) can really get in the way of clarity. Threats to one['s image of being correct] can cloud judgement; perhaps the cortisol diminishes thinking ability. Perhaps the core of debate ought to be the faith that all points of view rationally converge at some point (do you want to debate this XD)
Socrates is the real Jesus. He died, sarcrificed himself at the hand of the state, for the sake of rationality, for the good of philosophy. For good, beauty, and justice. He kept his own till the day he died. Plato's writings are like the foundation of Western culture. Of philosophy. Of democracy. A lot of the questions he asked are still our questions today.
Why are most people I talk to unhappy? wtf. Sometimes I want to go up to people and be like "WHY ARE YOU DEPRESSED? HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE DEPRESSED WHEN YOURE ALIVE. MOTHERFUCKING ALIVE. MOTHERFUCKING MOMENT OF BEAUTY HAPPENING RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES. MOTHERFUCKING HOW CAn tHiS NOT BE THE PEAK OF LIFE RIGHT NOW? TELL ME?! TELL ME THIS ISN'T THE PEAK OF LIFE!?!?? Convince me. Someone just convince me" Is my brain different? Am I just fucking different from everyone? I don't get it. My blood is boiling. I just want to grab everyone and shake the life into everyone. Do I have to use hypnosis? NLP? The gift of gab? Are you actually going to sit there and justify your unhappiness? I want you to. Do it. Convince me you're unhappy. Convince me and I'll stop.
I'd fap on the spot if I ever saw anyone do that.
Maybe i'll get really fired up and throw it into a rap song or something.
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S A J [J] M A M F J 2009
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