Published at: 08:02 am - Saturday February 20 2010
I’d like to, but am coming down with some kind of sore-throat/stuffed-sinus/flesh-eating-virus thingy, and have decided that I should probably quarantine myself today. If any of you locals are going to be checking it out, though, I’d be grateful for an executive summary.
Published at: 12:02 pm - Sunday February 14 2010
So just a day or so after we revisit “A Word for Heathens“ — a story exploring the social ramifications of neurotechnology that induces Rapture On Demand — here comes a paper by Cosimo Urgesi and his buddies showing a relationship between the posterior parietal cortex and something called “Self-Transcendence” — an index, if we [...]
Published at: 05:11 pm - Tuesday November 17 2009
We’ve talked about free will on these screens before. We’ve referred to consciousness as the pointy-haired boss who takes credit for decisions made endless milliseconds before it was even aware of them; tumors that turn people into pedophiles, and do violence to the very concept of “culpability’; military hardware that bypasses conscious thought [...]
Published at: 08:10 am - Wednesday October 21 2009
A single gene. A single tweak. Synapse speed boosted by perhaps a hundred milliseconds, tops.
Transgenic Genius rats. (PopSci story here.)
Who’da thunk it would be so easy? And how long before I can get these NR2B boosters in a nasal spray?
Published at: 08:10 pm - Saturday October 10 2009
It’s Saturday night. I could be drinking now. I should be drinking now; a friend of mine has been liberated from his wife and larva for the weekend— a greater cause for celebration than he’ll admit publicly— and I should be out there helping him kill brain cells. And yet I have chosen to stay [...]
Published at: 07:01 pm - Wednesday January 07 2009
Most of you probably know about Turing machines: hypothetical gizmos built of paper punch-tape, read-write heads, and imagination, which can — step by laborious step — emulate the operation of any computer. And some of you may be old enough to remember the Sinclair ZX-80— a sad little personal computer so primitive that [...]