WORD IMPLANTS, BELIEVE IT -- BUT DON'T FALL FOR IT

So, you thought that you had seen everything.  Well, you haven't, not yet.  I have just been advised by Mssrs Page and Brin (Mssrs. Google) that now as I am writing using their famous program, Blogger.com,  the program itself is going to help me by making word suggestions for me to choose from as I go forward.  I turned it on for the fun of it to see how it would work.  The advertising said that if I have writer's block and keep stuttering in my writing and trying to find a way to express something, the suggestions will turn up in grey, shadowy forms just ahead of the last character that I had put into the ether in order to give me some help with my literary skills.  So far I haven't really had to use it because I am usually quite good at handling the thoughts as they flash across my electro-chemical cranial system.  I have turned the artificial intelligence and it is rather nice.  I have a bunch of words that are constantly sitting in front other my cursor.  So far I have not been impressed.  Let me tell you that if a surgeon had the level of skills that this electric artifical intelligence has, I would bet that we would have a lot of funny looking humans running around.  Sadly, after I stopped typing for about about 30 seconds after the word "around"  the electronic word and idea donors were nowhere to be found.  Maybe they were out looking for matching DNA profiles or something of that nature.  It would be quite embarrassing to have to answer for so many rejections due to mental incompatibility.  Hey, my donor just jumped a synapse and came up with a word.  Not one that I would have rejected, but it was a good one.  Seven syllables too!  I'm wondering if this artificial intelligence and( Hall!) Oh, Oh, I knew it.  I am smarter than this idiot computer.  See that word in red up there.  I was forced by the artificially intelligent Boob inside my magic box to leave it there.  I outfoxed this idiot in less than 200 words.  You see, I wanted to write O.R. for Operating Room, it wouldn't let me.  Then, I wanted to write HA! in jubilant victory over the narrow-minded electronic control freak.  He/she? wouldn't let me do it.  No victory dance in the end-zone.  Let me tell you, my fun is finished.  I just found out that I have been right for the last 74.6 years.  I am smarter than a hunk of iron encasing a jumble of copper, gold and ceramic.  Phooey!  Never again.  I caught you off base after 10 minutes.  You're a Bozo.  Nice try Brin!  Good stab, Ol' Page.  I'm passing on this one.  I will make up my own phonemes as they come.  That grey mush that I have locked in between my ears is better than your silicon sweethearts.  So, all you writers out there.  When you have "writer's block", sit on it.  Don't turn on the electronic anticipatory thingy.  A little rest and maybe even a sip of ethyl enervation will get you going much more effectively than "Google Scribe", the haughty moniker that they tried to pass off on us poor humans.  Ha!  Google will never measure up to my amanuensis.  You're fired, Google Scribe.  I'm taking my marbles and going home.  I am.  All the way back to the first third of the 20th century.  I'll show you whose got his act together.
I had fun with this.  I hope you did too.  I'm serious.  If you're a blogger, don't turn that little gadget on.  It'll drive you nuts and to the bar long before it drives you do the bank or the church. :-)

PAIN IS SLOWER THAN LIGHT --> REALLY!

SPEED OF PAIN

The graph to the right is a picture of the speed of pain.  Now you're asking yourselves, "What is Puttss throwing this out here for?"  Easy.  Did you forget that the title of this blog is "365 Thoughts Emanating from Paul Dion, STL?"  This is stuff I think about, and have been thinking about for a longer time than some of you have been alive.  The most interesting course I ever took in school was one entitled Physiological Psychology.  I learned more life enhancing information in that class than in just about any other one outside of one or two of the Theological classes I suffered through.  This one was revealing things to me that I would perhaps never have learned on my own.  It was delivered by a teacher who cared about us and who cared a lot about the subject matter.  It was all about the functions of the human body, from head to toe and from inside out.  The point of the class was that the observable material activities of our bodies impact the more spiritual parts of our being in ways that we are discovering every day.  Needless to say, this was a very demanding subject and one that nurses and doctors must be required to study early on in their preparation for the calling that they have chosen.  I have to say that knowing these things has made a different person of me, not that anyone can readily see, of course.  These are the deeper moments of this little outing.  The one passing thought that caused these deeper considerations, sometimes called excogitations by people who like the $25.00 words.  (Even the computer thinks I'm snooty, it's telling me that there is no such word.)  Shut up, Machine!
So back to the speed of pain.  I went to the dentist and I remembered the teacher saying that sensations travel in our nerves at a measurable rate of speed. He told us what it is but I forgot it. It was something like between 1 to 220 millimeters per millisecond, or something like that.  Actually it was not the pain thing that brought the thought to mind, it was the delay that was taking place during an interview over satellite and on television, between a person in North America and one in the Middle East.  Now I thought  that I remembered that electrons travel at almost the speed of light, and yet we experience a delay when we cause that to travel ungodly distances from earth to a satellite and back to earth 18,000 land miles away.  What a trip to complete in about 2 or 3 seconds.
I looked it up, and I was right.  Now the interesting thing about it is that sensations that are caused by a bunch of stimuli in our bodies travel at a snail's pace in comparison.  
I got my first lesson about that when one time I touched a hot water pipe in the cellar of our home and I remember that for a small fraction of a second, it felt like it was cold.  It quickly turned to hot and I got burned, but in fact my brain had fooled me in the first nanosecond of the experience.  My neurons weren't firing fast enough through the synapses.


So see, my brain has no rhyme nor reason.  It reaches out and makes really off-the-wall relationships.  You're not going to believe this (maybe you will, after this), but tomorrow will be weird too.  But it won't be about pain.  Pain is not silly.  Tomorrow is borderline silly.  It's about stuff that we were taught in school and made to memorize because it was said to be of great importance.  65 years later, I'll give you my opinion of that, tomorrow.