31 August 2015

Notes - birthday / afternoon / doubts are based on science /

         1026 hours. My grandfather, Clell Tullar Orndorff, would be 120 years old today. Happy Birthday, Pope! You are forever in my heart as one of the kindest most generous people I have ever known. I love you. Your grandson, Dickie.

         Right off the top of your head, boy. The words must have been sitting there waiting for expression. – Amorella

         1033 hours. I am surprised, but I am happy the words are out. I guess they needed to be expressed.

         Carol is at the community center. Time for exercises. - Amorella

         After the forty-five minutes of exercises you and Carol had a late lunch at Cracker Barrel, then home where you unexpectedly took a longer nap than usual. – Amorella

         1645 hours. Last night I woke up somewhat awake at two so I went down and watched the last two episodes of “Extant”. I didn’t get back up to sleep until about four-thirty then I slept to almost nine, which was not enough. They have jacked up the action and the characters but I am not sure it is enough to save the show. Maybe they are trying too hard. I’m still watching though. It is interesting to see what they will have to do to get the show renewed. You can only do so much with science fiction, over the years it has been overdone or mix and match with a variety of other science fiction. It is easier to enjoy a good BBC mystery series. What a rat race TV series and films must be. Not my lifestyle for a minute. To each their own.

         Here comes Jadah to keep you company. Later, orndorff. Post. - Amorella

         1754 hours. Sitting downstairs checking BBC and found this really interesting article.

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BBC - Future, “The disturbing consequences of seeing your doppelganger”
By Anil Ananthaswamy,
31 August 2015

- One morning, a man discovered his double staring him in the eyes. Anil Ananthaswamy explores a dangerous hallucination that reveals how the brain constructs our sense of self. –

More than two decades ago, Peter Brugger, as a PhD student in neuropsychology at the University Hospital Zurich in Switzerland, was developing a reputation as someone interested in scientific explanations of so-called paranormal experiences. A fellow neurologist, who had been treating a 21-year-old man for seizures, sent him to Brugger. The young man, who worked as a waiter and lived in the canton of Zurich, had very nearly killed himself one day, when he found himself face-to-face with his doppelganger.
The incident seemed to have been started when the young man had stopped taking some of his anticonvulsant medication. One morning, instead of going to work, he drank copious amounts of beer and stayed in bed. But it turned out to be a harrowing lie-in.

He felt dizzy, stood up, turned around, and saw himself still lying in bed. He was aware that the person in bed was him, and was not willing to get up and would thus make himself late for work. Furious at the prone self, the man shouted at it, shook it, and even jumped on it, all to no avail. To complicate things further, his awareness of being in a body would shift from one body to the other. When he inhabited the supine body in bed, he’d see his duplicate bending over and shaking him.

Soon, fear and confusion took hold: Who was he? Was he the man standing up or the man lying in bed? Unable to stand seeing his double any longer, he jumped out of the window.
When I visited Brugger in the autumn of 2011, he showed me a photograph of the building from which the man had jumped. The patient had been extremely lucky. He had leapt from a window on the fourth floor and landed on a large hazel bush, which had broken his fall. But he had not really wanted to commit suicide, said Brugger. He had jumped to “find a match between body and self”. After getting treatment for his fall-related injuries, the young man underwent surgery to remove a tumour in his left temporal lobe, and both the seizures and the bizarre experiences stopped.

Such hallucinations are classified as autoscopic phenomena (from “autoscopy”; in Greek, autos means “self” and skopeo means “looking at”). The simplest form of an autoscopic phenomenon involves feeling the presence of someone next to you without actually seeing adouble” – a sensed presence. The doppelganger effect takes this phenomenon a step further, so that a person may hallucinate that they are actually seeing and interacting with another “me” – a visual double.  But probably the most widely experienced and best-known form of autoscopic phenomena is the out-of-body experience (OBE). During a classic full-blown OBE, people report leaving their physical body and seeing it from an outside perspective, say from the ceiling looking down at the body lying in bed.

Despite their vividness, they are all hallucinations caused by malfunctions in brain mechanisms that root us in the here and now. The strange experiences are probably our best window on some very basic aspects of our sense of bodily self – explaining how the brain builds our perception of being present in the here and now, and the subjective, emotional feelings that dominate our consciousness.

Electrifying experience

Some clues come from the work of Olaf Blanke, a neurologist a Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Lausanne. In 2002, Blanke managed to induce repeated out-of-body experiences in a 43-year-old woman. He had been treating her for drug-resistant temporal-lobe epilepsy. Brain scans did not show any lesions, so Blanke resorted to surgery to figure out the focus of her epilepsy.

His team inserted electrodes inside the cranium to record electrical activity from the cortical surface directly, rather than from outside the skull as you would if you were using standard EEG. During this procedure, the woman volunteered to have her brain stimulated using the implanted electrodes. This technique allows surgeons to double-check that they’ve really found the cause of the seizure, while also ensuring that they don’t excise some key brain region. And not just that. The procedure, pioneered by Canadian neurosurgeon Wilder Penfield, is often the best way to find out the function of different brain regions, and much of what we have learned about the brain has come from courageous patients who have let themselves be stimulated while conscious.

It was during such a procedure that Blanke found that he could cause the woman to report some rather weird sensations, by stimulating a single electrode, placed on the right angular gyrus, a small region towards the back of the skull.
When the stimulating current was low, she reported “sinking into the bed” or “falling from a height”; when Blanke’s team increased the amperage, she had an out-of-body experience: “I see myself lying in bed, from above,” she said. The angular gyrus lies near the vestibular cortex (which receives inputs from the vestibular system that’s responsible for our posture and sense of balance). Blanke concluded that the electrical stimulation was somehow disrupting the integration of various sensations such as touch with vestibular signals, leading to the woman’s OBE.

The next step was to try to produce OBEs in healthy participants. In 2005, philosopher Thomas Metzinger proposed an experiment and teamed up with Blanke and Blanke’s then student Bigna Lenggenhager, and designed an elegant experiment. A camera filmed a subject from behind, and the images were sent to a 3D head-mounted display that the subject was wearing. The subject could see only what was being shown in the display, which was the back of his or her own body, seen in 3D and about seven feet in front.

The experimenter would then stroke the person’s back with a stick. The subjects would feel the stroking on their backs, but would also see themselves being stroked in the head-mounted display. The stroking was either synchronous or asynchronous (to make it asynchronous, the video feed was delayed a smidgen, so the subject felt the touch first but saw the virtual body being stroked an instant later). In the synchronous condition, once the illusion set in, some subjects (but not all) reported feeling the touch in the location of the virtual body about seven feet in front of them and that the virtual body felt like their own. They had experienced ownership of an illusory body – an aspect of the doppelganger experience.

A few years later, Blanke’s team upped the ante. They rigged a setup that allowed them to conduct the same experiment inside a scanner. The subject was lying down, and a robotic arm stroked the subject’s back. Meanwhile, the subject viewed through a head-mounted display a video of a person being stroked on the back. The robotic arm’s stroking was either synchronous or asynchronous with stroking of the virtual person seen on the display. Again, in some subjects, their sense of location and sense of body ownership were shaken up. One of the most striking outcomes was when a subject reported looking at their own body from above, even though the subject was lying prone, face-up, in the scanner.

“That was for us really exciting, because it gets really close to the classical out-of-body experience of looking down at your own body,” said Lenggenhager, who is now working in Peter Brugger’s group at the University Hospital Zurich.

The subjects were scanned during their experiences, and the scans revealed that their sense of being out-of-body was correlated with activity in the temporoparietal junction (TPJ), a site that integrates touch, vision, proprioception, and vestibular signals. Here was some objective evidence that the TPJ is involved in the sense of self-location – where you perceive yourself to be.

That’s significant: it is part of a network of regions (including the angular gyrus) that integrate various sensations to create a sense of the bodily self. Together, they combine the different external sensations with sensations that tell the brain about the orientation of the body and the location of body parts, and signals from inside the body, such as the viscera (which contain information about the beating heart, blood pressure, and the state of the gut, for example). In other words, it provided further evidence that it is the process of combining all these signals that together give us the feeling of inhabiting our bodies.

Could a similar process explain some particularly strong versions of the doppelganger effect experienced by some people? These powerful experiences often feel mystical – but the process may tell us a lot about the body, emotions and the subjective feeling of a bodily self. Chris may offer the most startling account. His brother, David, had died of AIDS a few months previous to this strange episode. It was early in the morning. Chris got off the bed, stood up, and walked toward the end of the bed, where there was a dresser. He stretched and turned around and got the fright of his life.

“The shock was electric,” Chris recalled. “Because I was still lying in the bed sleeping, and it was very clearly me lying there sleeping, my first thought was that I had died. I’m dead and this is the first step. I was just gasping. My head was spinning, trying to get a grip on things.”

And then the phone rang. “I don’t know why, but I picked up the phone and said, ‘Hello.’ It was David. I immediately recognised his voice. I was overwhelmed, but at the same time I had this incredible sensation of joy.” But David didn’t stay on the line for long. “He told me that he didn’t have much time and he just wanted me to know that he was all right, and to tell the rest of the family, then he hung up,” Chris said. “And then there was this enormous sucking sensation,” said Chris, making a long, drawn-out slurping sound. “I felt like I was dragged, almost thrown, back into the bed, smack into myself.” He woke up screaming. His wife, Sonia, who was asleep next to him, woke up to find a hysterical Chris.

“I was totally freaked out, I was shaking all over, I was sweating, my heart was beating like a racehorse’s,” said Chris. Chris grew up in a scientific household. His upbringing was at odds with this experience. “My heart tells me that David was letting me know that he was OK. I really believed at the time that he was somehow communicating with me from beyond death,” Chris said. “But my intellectual side says that’s just silly. But it’s so hard to rationalise; the experience was so real.”

What Chris experienced was a particularly intense doppelganger effect, also known in neuroscientific jargon as heautoscopy. It is different from other out-of-body experience in many ways. For instance, during heautoscopy, you perceive an illusory body, and your centre of awareness can shift from within the physical body to the illusory body and back – there’s self-location and self-identification with a volume in space, whether that volume is centred on the physical body or the illusory body. The other key components of heautoscopy are the presence of intense emotions and the involvement of the sensory-motor system.

“Usually, the double is moving and there is interaction, there is sharing of emotions, of thoughts, and that’s what’s giving the impression of a doppelganger,” said neurologist Lukas Heydrich, who was at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Lausanne when I met him.

Using data from brain scans, Heydrich and Blanke have found that patients who have reported heautoscopic hallucinations typically show damage to the left posterior insula and adjacent cortical areas. Given that heautoscopic hallucinations involve emotions, it’s revealing that the insular cortex is implicated. The insula is the hub that integrates visual, auditory, sensory, motor, proprioceptive, and vestibular signals with signals from the viscera. It’s the brain region where the body’s states seem to be represented and the representations are eventually manifested as subjective feelings, giving rise to the perception of a bodily self.

When abnormalities arise in the integration, it’s as if there are now two representations of the body instead of one, and somehow the brain has to choose the representation in which to anchor the self, or rather choose which representation to imbue with self-location, self-identification, and first-person perspective.

The “minimal self”

Based on all these findings, Metzinger and Blanke think they are ready to examine the more philosophical aspects of our beings – such as what is needed to create a sense of embodiment (the “minimal phenomenal self”). One surprising conclusion is that the sense of agency is not key to this state, since you can create a sense of being a body in some other location by merely passively stroking someone’s back and messing with their visual input. “From a philosopher’s point of view, it is important to find out what is necessary and what is sufficient for self-consciousness,” Metzinger told me. “We have shown that something that most people think is necessary is not necessary, namely agency.”

Rather, Metzinger argues that this feeling of being embodied comes before everything else. The next step in the process is when this primitive selfhood, turns into selfhood as subjectivity. “If you not only feel that you are in that body, but if you can control your attention, and attend to the body, that’s a stronger form of selfhood,” said Metzinger. “Then you are something that has a perspective, something that is directed at the world, and something that can be directed at itself. That is more than mere embodiment.”

One idea is that minimal phenomenal self may also act as a thread through our autobiographical memories, helping us to build a narrative through our own life story; some experiments have shown that, despite the intense sensations, out-of-body experience weakens your memories – perhaps because they aren’t so tightly anchored to the bodily self.
If we are now beginning to understand the neural underpinnings of the self, many questions remain. Why did it evolve in the first place, for instance? Most likely as an adaptation that let the organism orient itself and function better in its environment. If the brain evolved to help the body avoid surprises and remain in homeostatic equilibrium and to effectively move around in its environment, then representing the body in the brain was a necessary step to fine-tune these abilities. Eventually, this representation became conscious, further enabling the organism to be aware of the body’s strengths and weaknesses, which must have given it a survival advantage. But in this case, rather than physical attributes, it was the self that was being honed in evolutionary time.

Regardless of how complex our self feels to us – with its conceptual and autobiographical aspects – autoscopic phenomena are showing us that it all begins with the body. As Metzinger writes in his book The Ego Tunnel, “‘Owning’ your body, its sensations, and its various parts is fundamental to the feeling of being someone.” It’s no wonder that Brugger’s young patient took the drastic step of jumping out of the fourth floor to reconcile body and self – he was desperate to become himself again, of one body and mind.

This article is based on a chapter of Anil Ananthaswamy’s book, The Man Who Wasn’t There.

Selected and edited from -- http://www.bbcDOTcom/future/story/20150821-the-dangerous-consequences-of-seeing-your-doppelganger

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         Evening. You had fish crackers (left over from the boys) and a banana with Kroger crunchy peanut butter spread topside for a late supper. You watched NBC News and the second half of Death Comes to Pemberley on PBS Mystery- Amorella

         The article above brings forth even more doubts about what you have heard and seen in your head having a common reality to it. You too have had a few out of body experiences in your life, the first when you were a teenager painting Uncle Ernie and Aunt Patsy’s deck during part of a summer for extra money. You were painting the side of the deck and suddenly watched yourself painting the side of the deck from an angle forward from about three feet from the deck when you were obviously right next to the deck. – Amorella

         2134 hours. I don’t believe I ever told anyone about it but a couple of them were like being in a lucid dream only I was awake – I was in two places at once or so it seemed. As the article states some of this experience appears as mystical but it is not. Functions in the body are the cause even though it seems a real enough experience at the time. My doubts are based on the science that we have observed about how the human brain can function. G---D and even Angels may exist. I have my doubts on this too, but it is better to keep an open mind to what we don’t know.

         Your point of view has validity, orndorff. Tomorrow we will work to complete Grandma Ten. Post. – Amorella


         2142 hours. I have been going over the rest of this segment. I think it will be manageable, but the whole of the chapter has to make sense too. Fictional Grandma pulls these stories from the fictional Dead. Some of the stories I can better see a purpose to – a lesson in life of sorts. Others I am not so sure. As long as they are interesting to me at the conclusion of the Grandma segment I’ll keep them in. I do not claim to know the whys and wherefores of my unconscious mind at mix with my conscious one. I don't really care all that much where it comes from in my head. 

30 August 2015

Notes - no one asked / fun /

         After noon local time. You woke up later than usual, had breakfast with Carol and you both read the Sunday paper. You both did your exercises, you with your forty minutes worth. Carol is icing her knee more often to help bring the swelling down to normal – she has a fourth of an inch to go. Her doctor’s visit is on Wednesday and her objective is to have everything normal. It has been two months today since the operation.

         1224 hours. I thought today was Popo Orndorff’s birthday, but I checked and it is tomorrow. He was born in 1895, that’s 120 years ago. Wow.

         1338 hours. I completed Brothers 10.

         Indeed, you did. What do you think? – Amorella

         1339 hours. I don’t know. It appears to fit in context but I don’t know that it has a singular purpose.

         The books have to be taken as a trilogy boy. The whole is greater than its parts. – Amorella

         1341 hours. I don’t know that I have looked at it like that.

         How can you, you have to complete all three, but once done, you’ll see. – Amorella

         1343 hours. You know I don’t believe you.

         This is not about belief, boy; it is about doubt and its uses. Post. – Amorella

         1344 hours. I am not following.

         No one asked you to. - Amorella

         Late afternoon. You drove to the Black Barn for corn but you arrived too late for today’s picking. Thunder in the area but the heavy rain is up Lebanon way. You finished what errands that needed done of the day. Carol is playing a Sudoku game on the iPad, Spooky is at the front window and Jadah is probably under the bed until the lightning and thunder stop. You do have Grandma Ten cleaned up and ready to work on, cutting each section in half and saying essentially the same thing. Fun, huh? – Amorella

         1731 hours. You know it is. Part of the work you help me with, the big part of cutting sections, but then I still have to make it work. It is a fun challenge. I want to make the work clearer and more organized for the reader, few though they may be. Perhaps one day Owen or Brennan will sit down and give them a try. If nothing else it should help them to understand their Papa better and maybe it will teach them some things too, or better yet, show them some things so they might do some personal learning on their own.

         Post. - Amorella

29 August 2015

Notes - comments / who is in a name / sleep

         After noon. You have completed your forty-minute exercises and Carol has completed hers as well. Lunch is being directed towards Marx’s Bagels on Kenwood in Blue Ash. Fritz wrote you a note about Bill’s funeral being next Saturday at Moreland’s in Westerville. Fritz reluctantly will miss it as he and Carol will be in Wyoming visiting their son and his family. He and Mary M. commented on your note to Jean and the rest of the Class of 1960 about Bill’s passing. – Amorella

         1255 hours. I am happy for the comments because while the writing style is one I am quite comfortable with I don’t feel it is everyone’s cup of tea. Once we are back from lunch I’ll be ready to work on Brothers 10. I hope I don’t tire out in the meantime.

         Your note is more personable than what you wrote yesterday. Why don’t you drop it in just of the sake of friendship. – Amorella

         1259 hours. Some might find comments offensive.

         That didn’t prevent you from saying them originally. – Amorella

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Evening,

This is another sad day for our Class of 1960. We have our favorite memories. I also have one or two to share. During one of suppers since the Fiftieth Reunion Bill reminded me that he quit going to Kindergarten. He just stopped coming. I thought it was funny because I do remember some in our K class I don’t remember him not being there, probably because I took some school time off in those days also.

         He shared with me his joy of stopping by my Uncle D (Gene Schick) and Aunt Fran’s when he went to some physics conference in Palo Alto area of California. His dad (Don) and mother (Rachel) had been life long friends with my aunt and uncle. My Great Uncle Frank Bookman had helped found Cellar’s way back. A lot of old timer Westerville people had known each other for generations. The Miller’s Freeman’s, Schick’s and Orndorff’s were like that and a lot of us are known to many members of the local Dead. We passed many of those people on our way to and from school. I will be buried in the Otterbein Cemetery where I used to dig graves in the summers during my long seven-year tenure at Otterbein.

         Bill and I also attended first and second grade at Longfellow before I moved to Minerva Park and attended the school on Cleveland Avenue. My Grandparents Orndorff lived at the corner of Knox and Walnut and I continued to see Bill from time to time when visiting. I think we were in upper elementary at Whittier when he invited move over to see his short wave set (we both had one or two of them and we kept records of who we listened to, the times and locations. (Bill kept much better records than I did.) I remember us sitting in his bedroom and he was practicing code for his amateur radio license. I never could pass that code but Bill did and when I would go up after than he had many displays of people and places around the world. He loved science and radio technology. I did too. We got along well.

         Long ago old technology. Some of us can remember tearing old radios apart and rebuilding them, buying tubes and replacing them in radios and televisions of the fifties. Neat stuff. I remember Bill for his early love of science and technology. Bill and the rest of us were a part of each other’s growing up. I remember Bill and you too because you were a part of my life, and fortunately still are. I spent many childhood days playing in Otterbein Cemetery. I still like to go and visit.

         I buried Mr. O’Connell and wrote a poem about it because in junior high when I had him for math I had religion and every night I would say a secret prayer: “Dear God, let me or Mr. O’Connell be dead by morning so I won’t have to attend any more math classes.” I remembered that the second I asked the grounds keeper, Squirrelly McClary, who was to be buried in the grave I was standing in and cleaning up the sides. He said, “Mr. O’Connell” and looked up with the hairs on my forearms straight out. I learned a lesson in life I have never forgotten. (If G---D exists, irony has got to be a part of HeranHis humor, that’s what I think. We have to take our humor with us when we go. It would be inhumane to leave it here.)

 Today, I still go to Otterbein Cemetery walking about or driving slowly through and see the names of many of the people I knew growing up. Some of them in our class like Mary Ann. I think of those many people as old friends and some are relatives one way or another. Lots of relatives and lots of friends of relatives. I’ve got a plot there myself in the old section just a little southwest of Phillip Crane’s stone.

         These things come up as I am thinking of Bill. Hope we can all meet again in a better place. I’m not sad about it. It is the significant part of the nature of being born. We have our personal memories and I’d like to hope our spirits would keep tabs of them of the best of them. They are of no use to anybody else, that’s the way I see it.

         So, a tip of my old black beret to Bill and all the rest of the class who have left already. Shoot, it’ll be a revolution and we’ll all be in the underground. Rest in peace, every one, while we are still alive, and then otherwise.

         Cheers to one and all, the Living and the Dead!

         Dick O

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         Post. – Amorella

         1304 hours. I found a few grammatical mistakes.

         Leave them in. - Amorella

        You had a nap, played with Jadah and relaxed while waiting for Carol to finish the October issue of Consumer Reports that arrived today. You watched ABC News and worked on Brothers Ten. - Amorella


         2046 hours. I have 398 words of some 600 refreshed. Once this is done I’ll have to add another 150 or so. It is interesting so far. Not what I remembered at all. One big change is this section talks of how the girls are also twins, which they are not this time around. I originally got the concept of double twins marrying from a Time or Newsweek article back in the 1970’s. Maybe it was in the 1980’s. Kay and Ann, identical twin girls in our high school class of 1960 are the only twins I knew for any length of time so I thought they would be a good base to work from. The characters in the story, twins or not, are not Kay and Ann. I did a lot of research on twins in those days because I was really interesting in clones and twins are as close to clones as we can get. Clones would never be exactly alike anyway; their environments would not be the same. Subtle differences plus individual interpretations of real events. Anyway, I used to try to imagine twins marrying and how that would be. Marriage is complicated enough at times anyway. I conjured up lots of humorous situations early on but in a marriage of twins that lasts fifty years that would certainly mellow. 

         Personally, after a while I could see myself forgetting whether I was Richard or Robert at least for short periods of time. One thing nice about not being a twin is that you can most always figure out who you are if you momentarily forget your name, that kind of thing. I used to have this happen in real life once every two or three years, always when at a party or gathering and I was having trouble remembering peoples’ names – people that I worked with regularly for years. My fear came when a spouse would step up and say politely, “And, who are you? Are you that English teacher? Dave has been talking about?”

         The easy response in this case would be, “And, who is that?” with a smile on my face of course. 

         Now, if she would respond, “I don’t know. Who are you?” I would be in big trouble. So, I always had my driver’s license in my shirt pocket so I could glance down if need be. I almost always disliked big parties or even little ones because of that. I would know who I was but what my name was I had not a clue. 

         What does this have to do with the books? – Amorella

         2111 hours. I don’t know. Nothing I guess. Sorry. 

         Post. - Amorella

         2133 hours. I shut the computer down and sat. I have a response. Not knowing my name is a lot like what happened when I was out taking a walk in the evening in the early 1980’s – I tried to walk most every night to lose weight and to feel better physically. Anyway, I was on a walk when a soft voice moved into my head – it sounded to me like an Angel’s voice, and it said, “And, who are you?” I thought it might even be the Voice of God, not knowing any better but strongly suspecting it was not. I didn’t really know the answer, not an honest one anyway. In some ways that got this whole writing business going. One would think that if someone said, “And, who are you?” that sheorhe could respond. And, if it were an Angel, surely one could respond, and if it were God, one would have to respond, but what does one say when one doesn’t know? So, I thought, “I’ll tell a story to an Angel instead of telling the Angel who I am, that maybe that would suffice. Reason and imagination took over. I suppose that was you also, Amorella? This was way back in 1981 or 82.

         That was not me, boy. Post. – Amorella

         2144 hours. That’s a surprise.

         Have a good sleep, boy. - Amorella


28 August 2015

Notes - lunch / word of a friend's passing /

         Late morning. You are at the Szechuan House – on Rt. 42 just south of the I-275 interchange waiting for Rich G.

         1151 hours. I have not been here before, but Rich recommended it saying he wants the Chinese Buffet so that’s what we’re having as it is fine with me.

         Rich should be here shortly. When home we can work on Brothers Ten. I’ll help you cut it down. Later, dude. – Amorella

         You had a good longer lunch and conversation with Rich G. and Dave W. When home you found Carol sitting on the deck reading under the umbrella. After a short while you were both running errands then Carol took time to walk at the community center. More errands and now you are in the shade on the front porch. Carol is still working on Bones and Ashes. Once online you found you old friend from Kindergarten through high school, within renewed kinship since the fifty-year reunion, Donald ‘Bill’ Miller, died today. Jean had sent the notice. You had not gotten up to see him like you had attended to do and feel bad about it. – Amorella

         1713 hours. We were friends through the grades. I lost touch with him when in the Fall of 1960 Bill went to Miami University at Oxford while I was working full time at Foseco’s (foundry technology) in Cleveland. In 1967-68 I worked with his wife (as a fellow teacher) at Whitehall Yearling High School on the East Side of Columbus. We ran into one another at the 100-Year Anniversary of Westerville Schools in the 1990’s I believe, but it wasn’t until the year before our 50th Reunion that I saw him pretty regularly – six times a year or so at bi monthly suppers. Bill, Fritz and myself almost always sat together at the close end of the table where he could most easily manipulate his electric wheelchair. Jean usually sat near us on the other side of the table. Jean and I had weathered K – 12 together also. Miller Noble and Orndorff – we were pretty much always in the same class row in all our shared classes. Bill ran track and played the drums in the band. He focused on math and science and eventually became the head of the physics department at Ohio State. His parents (Don and Rachel) were best friends with Eugene [Gene] and Francis Schick, (my Uncle D and Aunt Fran). When Bill was at physics conferences in California he would stop in and see them (sometimes pulling up in his electric wheelchair). It is fitting (to me) to put their names here with his. I think Bill would have liked that. Being a part of old Westerville – friends and families are intertwined through generations. 
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Don Miller
1942-2015
Faculty Emeritus,
Department of Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering
The Ohio State University
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         Post. - Amorella

27 August 2015

Notes - comic books / unorthodox / panspermia

         Time for the twice a year visit to Dr. E. your local dentist. Later today, Carol goes to physical therapy. Other than this nothing much is on the agenda. You are feeling better about yourself protecting Merlyn, a fictional character in your books. – Amorella

         0918 hours. Even in fiction a character has to have personal integrity and dignity. To have such dreams is the only way I know to show his fuller character. He is a lasting fictional character because people need to have a shaman as a hero just as they need a James Bond hero. The culture of a shaman is whole earth, whole universe, whole metaphysics. Dreams are where Merlyn belongs; you see the dreams to the north, south, east and west as well as Up and Down. Merlyn is invisible in the center. What would you expect of a ghost, a human spirit driven to rise up and to be heard even from the Beyond.

         Post. – Amorella

         0927 hours. This seems trite and comic book-like.

         At one time you loved comic books -- guess you still do. - Amorella


         You had lunch at Smashburgers before Carol’s physical therapy. You had Jadah had a nap, then when Carol arrived home you headed south to Graeter’s and after, north to home. Carol is trimming bushes along the ‘woods’ but wanted the deck umbrella up. You are sitting under the umbrella. She appears to be about a third through K. Reichs’ Bones to Ashes. Let’s move on to ‘The Brothers Ten’. - Amorella

         1625 hours. This sounds good to me. – This original has 2603 words. This will take some doing to whittle it down to 750. I have the next four lines of Beltane’s Eve poem marked.

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                                    Tonight come the birds dressed wild and black
                                    So keep close your Soul, they'll be wanting to hack
                                    And fly it to Mounds where years seem a day
                                    Across the far green where Fairy lands lay. – Brothers 10
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         1651 hours. Some of this I will not be able to construct until I have a draft of the whole chapter – certainly the appropriate words in the lines have to relate to something in each segment.

         Of course, boy, this is understood. – Amorella

         1653 hours. This shows how shallow I am in deep water. I had not thought about it until now. Talk about gallows humor.

         You didn’t need to think about this until now or even later. Gallows humor is stringing the line around a person’s neck then forgetting to drop the door out from under herorhim. – Amorella

         1657 hours. My thoughts entirely! I continually would not be surprised to have the door drop.

         See, now there is humor you could easily wade into. I like it, orndorff. Post. – Amorella

         1659 hours. You are so funny, Amorella.

         You see how far you have come? Decades ago, you would have been terrified to have seen these words “forgetting to drop the door out”. It was as an Angel’s Voice and your heartanmind would have sweat blood as you felt your very soul squeezed by the Hand of an angry G---D. – Amorella

         1703 hours. Such few words bring back the ‘dread’ of those times.

         This feeling of dread sat just underneath the surface of everyday reality for a period of about six months during the school year; your second year at Mason when you did not yet have tenure. Not having tenure was terror enough, but it was not a Holy Terror. I was there, boy. I know how your soulanheartanmind were. – Amorella

         1708 hours. I conquered my greatest fear, confronting an Angel of G---D face to face, so to speak. Real or not, I believed and felt it so. – rho

         No human being can know this spiritual ‘dread’ without the experience.

         1711 hours. I know what naked is. No question about it. That’s enough on the subject. The very thought makes me queasy and leans me towards a general malaise or physical illness. The only thing that kept me balance was my doubt. This is so unorthodox. Most, I think, would say it was their faith that carried them through such a dark personal spiritual valley. The odds were very great that this confrontation was not with an Angel of G---D or any less Angel for that matter. It may have been my deepest most sacred fear. I was still angry with G---D if G---D existed. Now, I am not angry with G---D either way, existing or not existing. I am learning to accept myself.

         I remember in those days thinking, ‘I am not good enough to face an Angel of G---D.’ The returning voice said, “You are arrogant.” It took me much time to realize that if an Angel of G---D wanted to say “Hello” to any human being it would be G---D’s decision to make not mine. This should have been ‘innately understood’ by me but it was not. Humility is not bowing down. We are not made to bow down. We are made to stand with dignity and respect to meet anyone our equal, even less or even greater, an Angel of G---D if need be. Stand, and hold one’s spiritual ground, and say, as Martin Luther once commented (no doubt in Latin), “Here I stand, I can do no other.” That’s how I see it. Now it is time for me to shut up. I have nothing else to say at this time. – rho

        Post. - Amorella

        Earlier this evening I found this on Quora. This is really interesting, plus it raises my curiosity on the subject.

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What were the greatest (both well and least understood) leaps in evolution?

Jason Coston, I/O bound.

Jason has 30+ answers in Evolutionary Biology.

I have like 10 favorites.

1) Panspermia (c. 8.5 to 4 billion years ago): This first one, like the last one on the list, represents the very edge of our data and speculation.  That said...

If we calculate how fast organisms diversify at a genetic level, and how fast their genomes lengthen, we can actually look at living creatures' genomes and get multiple estimates for how long ago their genes started evolving.  And the numbers from one research team converge on the figure: 9 billion years ago. Researchers use Moore’s Law to calculate that life began before Earth existed. Problem: Earth 4 billion years ago was a glob of lava too hot for genes to exist on it.  Solution: The earth was seeded by very basic bacteria FROM SPACE! :)  Sound crazy?  Why?  We find bacteria living deep in the earth's crust.  We find bacteria that can survive space.  We know from experiments that meteorite/asteroid impacts can throw chunks of rock into space in such a way that they contain still-alive colonies of bacteria, and that these rocks can then land in such a way that some bacteria are still alive when the dust settles on the receiving planet.  And we know from astrophysics that the universe has had the right materials (ample carbon, oxygen, etc.) and environments (rocky watery planets) to evolve life for about 9 billion years, after the 2nd and 3rd generations of stars started coming online.

And while technically it's not such an impressive achievement for bacteria to "figure out" how to survive a ride inside a rock, this development rates absolute TOPS in importance for life.  It was life's first crucial accomplishment.

Edit: Many readers are rightly skeptical about the evidence for panspermia, preferring that the jury stay out on this particular hypothesis.  So in honor of them, I add this news item discovered 30 April 2015: Life on Earth may have flourished a billion years earlier than thought. This item explains that according to rather incontrovertible geological chemical analysis, microbial life on earth was voraciously devouring atmospheric N2 the instant that life on earth became possible.  According to the study, older scientific assumptions that life took a billion years to develop complexity enough to break atmospheric N2 into usable nitrogen, are simply wrong, and somehow, the moment the earth cooled enough that cells wouldn't boil to death, those cells appeared fully formed and already complex enough to catalyze the breaking of the triple bond between nitrogen molecules that only life can make happen at scale and without which life cannot thrive.

2) RNA takes on DNA as a subcontractor (8.5 to 3 billion years ago): We now, in the last 15 years, have converging indications that life started as RNA.  RNA is not as good at data storage as DNA, because it branches and loops too easily to form a really long, self-organizing "tape" of data, and it is not as good at being machinery as proteins, because it can't form as many structures (sheets, tubes, tunnels, rotors) as proteins.  But it can do both: it can contain instructions for its own replication PLUS instructions for how to make proteins PLUS can be the machinery to do all that replication.

RNA: half data-tape, half machine:

DNA: mostly data tape:

Proteins: micro-machines:

So yes, at some point, RNA mutated one of its letters, and begat a little mutant helper that wasn't as good at being machinelike, but was way better at storing information.  So they evolved a partnership, and DNA grew and grew as the partnership spawned more and more innovations on RNA's original basic game of copying itself into new lipid bubbles.

NOTE: Another evidence for panspermia is that, while research indicates life started as RNA-based, no RNA-based cells exist on earth.  Their total extinction is profoundly unlikely.  Then how to account for their absence from earth?  Simple: They never made it to earth.  They begat DNA-based life elsewhere, and when life reached earth, it was as a species of DNA-based prokaryotes.

3) Chromosomes (2 billion years ago): After life got to earth, some of it figured out how to get DNA to store more: instead of having it work as a looped data tape, it would break into lots of non-looped tapes: chromosomes.  This in itself vastly increased the potential complexity of single-celled organisms, by increasing the hard drive.

4) Sex!  (1.2 billion years ago):  Some cells with chromosomes (eukaryotes) figured out that they could create a backup copy of their data (something like autopolyploidy).  Those doubled-chromosome critters then started diverging, while holding on to their habit of swapping data.  Pretty soon, they hit upon the idea of swapping whole "backup drives".  Now, each critter had two slightly differing "hard drives" or sets of chromosomes.  As long as they didn't differ too much, this worked out well, and gave life a way of safely testing out a lot more variations at a time.

5) Multicellular life! (700 million years ago): Some of these sexy critters hit upon the same idea that bees and ants would later re-discover: SLAVERY GETS SHIT DONE.  Some sex-capable cell split off and made a daughter cell that couldn't itself do the sex thing (swapping whole DNA copies).  This was easy, because those cells never forgot their old trick of just creating clones of themselves, as they did before sex.  But for a long time, this didn't make for anything interesting happening, because the clones were identical to the parent cell--they were just colonies of cells.  But then a daughter cell was born that could not sexually reproduce, nor clone herself, as her parent could.  If she wanted her genes to outlive her, she'd have to help her parent do that work.  And so two castes were born, the germ line that could do the sex thing, and the drone class.  Today, your eggs or sperm cells are the germ line, and the rest of you is a bunch of drone classes.  Remember when RNA took on a helper, DNA, to store data, and DNA became so much bigger than RNA that it looks like the dominant part of the partnership?  Germ lines and drone lines are like that. 

6) Nerves and muscles (700-500 million years ago): So now life has created these giant, organized colonies, with a bunch of cells defending germ cells at the center, helping them sniff out food, and then move toward it.  But move toward it HOW?  Individual cells had ways to get around, giant barges of cells not so much.  Enter a new caste of drone cell, the nerve, and its buddy, the muscle cell.  They figure out how to line up ion channels so that a message gets not just to one cell, but across a giant cable or series of cables.  Well done, gentlemen.  Now we're ready for...

7) Vision (and hearing) (500 million years ago):  The basic way cells know their environment is through touch.  But at a cell's scale, touch means knowing the shape of the molecules it's touching.  And that, is what we call taste/smell.  Taste and smell are the first senses, and we ostensibly share them with bacteria, if only in ways that lead to philosophical debate about the nature of consciousness.  But there are other data in the world aside from molecule topologies, like sound waves, and light waves.  Luckily, there are chemicals that react to light and sound.  Some cells have more of them.  Those cells started being helpful to nerve cells.  Nerve cells started preferring to connect to them, because they twitched when light or sound hit, giving advanced intel about where the creature should go to get food or avoid becoming food.  Light and sound travel farther, faster than smell.  If you detect light, you're going to outwit food that can only smell whether you're near. 

Soon, these light-sensitive cells clumped, for the same reason that telescope arrays clump--it improves signal clarity and sensitivity.  Then, they formed a pit, to help them determine the direction light came from.  Then the pit formed a transparent cover, to protect it.  Then, these protector cells formed a lens, to improve the incoming data.  Then an iris, to regulate brightness.  And muscles that could aim the whole apparatus with feedback from the brain.

8) Brains (500 million years ago):  While eyes and ears were developing, nerves were also clumping.  For the same reason that supercomputers are made of lots of computers.  This allowed for so many good things, it's really another list of 10 if I don't restrain myself. 

9) Warm-bloodedness (200 million years ago):  Cold-blooded creatures are dumber than warm-blooded ones, as a rule.  Why?  Because they don't have as much energy, and it takes extra energy to run a less-dumb brain.  Cold-blooded creatures can't afford to play as much, communicate as complexly, even move as much.  To get to my next item on this list, you need to be warm-blooded.

10) Imagination/reason (200-50 million years ago):  Even a cell can "learn."  But only in a very limited way--it can learn to react a certain way the next time the same stimulus appears.  That's just basic conditioning.  Useful, but not fantastic.  But with enough brain, you can combine things you've experienced, into categories, to make useful predictions about what else might happen to you in the future, other than exact repeats of what has happened before.  For warm-blooded creatures that hit upon a way of living that is calorie-rich enough (per unit creature), imagination and reason are excellent aids to continuing to find lots of calories. 

11) Writing (15000-5000 years ago).  For life to happen, it needs a replicator.  A replicator is a unit of information that can mutate, but not too often, and can otherwise be counted on to stay itself through thousands of copies (i.e. it's high-fidelity).  For 9 billion years, life had one class of replicators: nucleic acids (RNA and DNA, and now some new ones we've created in the lab to show it's possible).  But by 50 million years ago, life also had figured out ANOTHER way to use long data strands to assemble machinery useful to perpetuate those long data strands.  That way?  Language.  Individuals in a language population have an almost-universal way of agreeing on how a given signal codes to a given imagined stimulus.  If they string enough signals together, they can code for a complex imagined stimulus.  Get a complex-enough stimulus into the imagination, and it will be able to run simulations of possible realities that help the creature survive to speak again.  Instead of DNA, the data string is sound.  Instead of proteins, the machinery is a nonlinear complex of imagined percepts, that fold onto themselves dissolving the linearity of the data string that spawned them.  For example:  The fox jumps over the fence.  Read that sentence, picture it.  Now, in your mental picture, does the fox appear and then disappear, then the jumping, then the fence?  Of course not.  They all coexist.  A linear data string has folded into a nonlinear machine.  And that is fricking powerful stuff. 

But it's not a replicator.  Those strings of sounds are too low-fidelity.  They shift so rapidly between generations of creatures, they don't actually function as true replicators.  And so they don't have a very massive survival benefit.  Very few creatures/species have adopted long language strings--dolphins, parrots, primates, bees. 

But if you turn those sounds into a physical solid, you freeze their rate of mutation to something that outlasts the creatures carrying them.  Spoken language mutates so fast that we can barely understand Shakespeare, and he was speaking English only 500 years ago, only 25 human generations ago.  That's low-fidelity. 

But writing is high-fidelity.  It can therefore act as a replicator, and if it IS a replicator, we should see that it confers an explosive evolutionary advantage.  And that's what we see.  Writing has enabled human beings to become something that now is capable of evolving at a rate thousands or millions of times faster than any other genetic organisms, whether we're talking about genetic evolution, or cultural, or phenotypical.  We're even able to translate DNA/RNA codes into this new format, so that they can be copied at the speed of light, sent to the other side of the planet at the speed of light, and so on.  We're now feeding DNA/RNA via language into our imaginations/reason, so that we can sort among genetic life's infinite possibilities millions of times faster, and trillions of times more humanely, than does natural genetic selection. We might not even be able to recognize the bodily form we take just 100 years from now.  And it is hard to imagine a more mind-boggling evolutionary leap than that.

Selected and edited from – quoraDOTcom, 27 August 2015

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         2037 hours. The writer, Jason Coston, is full of passion about his response to the question: What were the greatest (both well and least understood) leaps in evolution? I like the writer for this, but what is more important to me presently is that he summarizes the way life is and how we fit in it from a natural perspective. I like his use of reason and imaginatively simple string of concepts leading from A to B.

         You also share your passions and reasoning in this blog. Post. - Amorella