Giving up on the Twins

I have a complaint mixed with an attack for some certain mouths flapping about the Twins in this painful two months of a season. Many are upset at the management and players for the problems that have happened. Some of these are particularly inappropriate.

First. Don't hate on Gardy, Smith and the crew managing. I'm not just gonna say that the worst set of injuries in the past 8 years is the whole story, we are just plain playing bad baseball to go with it all. And every time a piece of the puzzle looks good, like the hitting in the last two weeks, something else comes up way flat, the bullpen over the last two weeks. But look at the last 9 years and what we have had. Not being set for a naturally large baseball market, the Twins worked out 6 division titles. That is up against five other teams, so in a Marxist playing field we should take home a 5th, or 2 of those titles. Within those teams have we are against naturally bigger markets such as Chicago (2.7 million) and Detroit (700,000). Two really bad months happens and is no reason to jump off the wagon and start chucking stones at the organization that has given you so much good. Without that you would not know to be upset with what is going on.

Second. Don't call the players out for being pansies. You don't know that. You have no way of knowing that. And your theories, conjectures, and mental CSI work are not impressive enough to say that it is probably true. You are mad, and chucking stones at your players. Respect them, and assume they are doing the best they can because you have no way to say that they aren't. If these are members of the team you put your faith in, then shut up and put your faith in the only vehicle you have to make your dreams of cheering your team to a world series come true. Taking your anger and arguing for the worst when it isn't here is just gonna feed your anger. If that's your method, go cheer for the White Sox.

Let's see that some of these players that are on the worst team in baseball still got game by waiting for them through the year. If some of these guys don't start to come around at the same time we will be the worst twins team since 1907 (we're at .321, that year we were .305 for W%). That is very very unlikely, so wait for at least a good month or two, maybe we'll finish fourth, maybe third, but at this point just about any sunshine will be reason for us all to feel pretty good. Stick around.

Somehow Learn to Write with Pen

Gonna try out a poem.

Somehow, learn to write with pen,
and leave my mistakes behind me,
Fly with the current that sings music sweetly,
and god will come down to fly me.

Never the things live inside of this world,
give better than what is the true,
Slap me for silly or call me for crazy,
but I've as much clue as do you.

We cry for our mommies and mourn through our sorrows,
but goodness is worth the wait,
And is hiding inside us set somehow to guide us,
through time will we find our fate.

Somehow, learn to write with pen,
and leave my mistakes behind me,
Fly with the current that sings music sweetly,
and god will come down to fly me.

Where Have We Gone?

It is 2011. So much has happened. The world has seen a seemingly infinite amount of once unimaginable things. Our abilities to understand and invent have sparked new forms of amazing. At our fingertips, we have powers never seen before. And we are still going.

But where? Are we closer to something? Are we going somewhere? Or are we standing still but spinning faster and faster? Though we have created an array of powerful tools and weapons, we seem to be struggling just as hard as ever with life's deepest and truest questions. We still search endlessly for our purpose, for our understanding of what really is valuable. Many times the inventions we bring home serve as much to distract us from what is valuable as they do to draw us near.

Frankly, I'm refreshed to know that the questions we need answered most, are still up in the air. There is still a fiery debate and fight about right and wrong, good and evil, truth in whatever form it ought come. We are still kicking. Still struggling, still suffering, still not there yet. We have done so many powerful things. But remember that the real power is elsewhere. What we really want is hidden deeper than the TV screen and the handheld library. I'm sure some of us will find it. I'm sure some of us won't. Good thing, otherwise it wouldn't be much of a catch.

Free Will's lack of Free Will

So, freedom right? The freedom to choose. Allegedly, we humans have the capacity for free will. All right, that's cool. So I can do what I would like right?

Well, not so fast. Even if you have the freedom to choose, you don't really have freedom in what you want to choose. You often make instantaneous knowledge of your preferences. You want to have ice cream or tacos, like Taylor Swift better than The Roots, prefer to write with pens or pencils? And so on.

These answers live before the question is asked. Like a Stern-Gerlach device measures the charge of an electron, depending on a lot of things prior to the question being asked, you know what your charge is on a given thing. Upon hearing the question, you reach into the part of yourself that has the answer and there it is.

Where is the free will? Sure, you got the choice to eat poop instead of rice, but is that 'free will' we are talking about really what matters? I think it may be more important that we realize the decision already made and act on it. Our brain is to be used in understanding what we can before making the next choice, and if you haven't learned not to eat poop, eat poop. Shouldn't take long right? That scientific experiment has pristine, golden results. Your brain is there to deal with the past information, but once you think A is better than B, your brain's job is done. There is no choice, no free will. Just realization.

How Subjective is Objective

What do you think of the way the car drives? What do you think of who is the most beautiful of these five girls? Who do you think is the best of these guitar player/composers?

Well, this is what we call subjective. Your opinion of all these things are subjective because there is no absolute right or wrong to any of the questions. Therefore, sure you can feel good that you think something, but it is of no more value than any other random subjective opinion so don't get too excited about it. Many people will disagree with you and you are not more right than them by any logical formula.

Well, this is also objective. It is objectively true that your subjective opinion is what it is. This is objective. It is absolute and it has right and wrong value. No, you are not making a statement about what is the absolute beauty of all women in the world. And good thing because any sentence with that information inside is called bs. And you wouldn't want to be bs-ing. Beauty is, objectively speaking, what you interpret to be beautiful in the moment you are asked what you think it is. Funny though, you don't think in order for it to be, it just is.

There is no purely objective absolute form that all people see at once when discussing art, beauty, fun, happiness, and so on. The objective form is the one inside you right now. Yours is not contingent upon mine, or any form of democratic approval. In this case, right and wrong is yours and yours only. And it is absolute.

better and worse in everything

So, we often say it's all perspective. It's all subjective. Beauty is defined by the eyes looking and good is found within your opinions.

Isn't there an absolute existance of better and worse? Aren't all things going towards or away from a direction they ought to go? A direction they'd be better off going in and worse off going away from. Isn't there an absolute flow to the world? One, when gone with, benefits are reaped, and when gone away from, suffering come. Aren't we all going in the same direction? Just some are wiser, some are closer, and some are further away.

Beauty as objective...somewhat

So, beauty. A subjective thing right? Whatever you feel like is beauty is beauty. So there is no one beauty or true beauty, just whatever you perceive something as. Well, nothing is purely objective or subjective, and since beauty is so commonly seen as purely subjective, I'm gonna put the objective back into it.

Beauty comes in patterns. People tend to find one thing beauty over another. This lends to some things being beautiful in a higher percentage of subjective experiences. At that, these subjective tendencies and generalizations are not just coincidence. There are patterns and tendencies that are objective. And I do believe that if we all searched our whole life for the greatest and highest beauty we would find the same beauty. The same objective possibility for beauty. When people find ugly things beautiful it is because they do not yet understand what beauty can be.

Look at music. It's so clear by just looking at the democratic opinion of music that there are objective truths of which beauty tends to be held. There are chordal patterns, tonal realities that, when broken, the success rate in communicating beautiful diminishes. You can argue that this is all conventional and people just like their subjective conventions. But you are wrong. They are somewhat conventional and that is because beauty is stronger shared between people and few if any people actually find beauty independent of any longing for commonality in perspective between people.

I could go on this tangent but I won't. My argument is that, though people come to different understandings of what things are beautiful, the experience of beauty is one thing all humans are together in its pursuit. And in us all being human we will have objective tendencies that exist as truths across humans. Even if you don't ascribe beauty to the common thing, there still is that common thing. The enjoyment of art, music, and food is not completely arbitrary in its discovery. There are patterns left to the artist, musician, and cook, that they must oblige. They may like to complicate the hell out of what they do but they must respect what people find beautiful and share that with them.