So art is my greatest form of therapy, and I have recently started to paint digital paintings.
In a later post I will unfold how I came to love both creating and consuming art but for now here are some new simpler paintings I made inspired by anatomy art. As you can see by my header, medical illustrations such as those found in Gray's Anatomy are my favorite!
I am an enormous fan of Sons of Anarchy, the writing, the directing, the actors. They have been snubbed for more awards than any show I can think of! Particularly Kim Coats, that actor is a genius in timing!
Now that I am approaching the last season, I have some cross over ideas.
Game of Anarchy
During a period of time, Sons of Anarchy was filmed in Ireland, and shared several locations with the Game of Thrones cast. Now imagine this. The guys, plus Chuckie and Unser, are thrown, leather wests and all, in to Westeros!
Here is what I hope would happen. SPOILERS for both Shows
They are basically the brotherhood without banners in their own world, so upon trying to find a way to survive, they bump in to the brotherhood, and decide to join them and head to Westeros to take down the power.
Now, heading to Westeros, they find a hurt and starving Sansa and Theon. Jax, being partial to a damsel in distress, promises Sansa he will help her take back Winterfell, and to bring down the Boltons. Chucky has a heartfelt talk with Theon about being without body parts.
Chibs is kidnapped and ends up with Daenerys Targaryen. He becomes a knight in her army and fights in her guard, after they form a strong friendship, she woves that when they reach Westeros, she would help Jax and the others.
Juice is sent up to the wall to find John Snow, ends up being killed and turned in to a white. Bobby is sent to Braavos to find a way to get the Sons money so that they can get a bigger crew and weapons, he finds Arya, befriends her, and she goes back to Westeros with him. She teaches him how to use a sword.
Sansa falls in love with Jax, but he refuses her because he isn't in to "little girls", Sansa is hurt, she seeks Tig for comfort and Tig gives her a ton of bad advice, and Sansa gets drunk for the first time. Tig sleeps with a wildling girl and her whole family tries to kill him. The Sons end up in a feud with wildlings.
The Lannisetrs hear about the strength the brotherhood without banners are gaining, and they set out to fight them. Brianne bumps in to them on the way to Winterfell, and is happy to see Sansa. The club wants to protect Sansa, so Happy ends up in a fight with Brianne. Happy ends up loosing a finger, and Brianne gets a broken nose. They end up reconciling and Brianne joins them to get rid of the Boltons.
A lot of people have asked me lately if I love technology that much, why did I chose neruoscience. Why not choose engineering? In my previous videos at the SciPhiLab, I've often compared the brain and consciousness to a computer and software. But it is far from the truth that there is such an analogy to be made. The brain has computational power, and that power is housed in a physical hardware, but that's where the similarities end!
Unlike a computer, the brain is not HARD WIRED to do anything, at any particular place, and the function of one part can be adapted by another part.
In fact, there is no other computational machine that is physically altered by its software the way information processing alters our brain pathology.
Sleep deprivation changes the way your brain function and looks. A software update will not change the wires in your computer. That my friends is why the brain has always intrigued me more.. The cortex is wireless, unpredictable and, in a strange paradox, very predictable at the same time. The more answers we have, the more questions come with those answers.
And that is where technology comes in to play.. Technology can one day bridge the gap of understanding conciousness, and do what our flawed minds can't. Imagine a technology that can replicate the functionality of the brain. Imagine a software, that can alter it's hardware to become better, to create new functions, and purposes. A hardware without hardwiring.
I believe that the next generation AI will transcend the notion of hardware and software and much like terminators become a self transitioning object with the ability to compute information on multiple levels. In fact, the best way to end the terminator agenda, would have been to integrate their technology in to the surviving humans, thus altering their mission. Making the human species far more interesting in the process, because let's face it, I'd much rather spend time with terminators.
The fear might be that we, as a species, might not survive if self aware technology becomes reality. This fear mongering is based on our notion of what consciousness of these AI/Cyborg like creatures would be like, i.e. a replika of our. We know that humans are cruel and competitive but can the same be said about an entity that possess our ability to compute, but not our cultural or biological values? A lot of individuals assume that it would eliminate us the way we eliminated the Neanderthals. I doubt that scenario, particularly since it seems that we didn't extinct the Neanderthals, but rather integrated them through copulating (and the proof seems to be in our genes).
Kevin Warwick ones said that to an advanced AI, or cyborgs, we would become as unintelligible and harmless as ants are to us. Advanced enteties which would have integrated technology in to their biological system, would not need traditional resources, thus they would have no reason to compete with us. Enslaving us would be worthless, as we would require more resources to be kept alive than we produce. In fact, that entity might just bypass us, and leave for a planet or region much more rich in energy.
Either way. I think that the future is a lot brighter than we can imagine, and the brain is just a start of us understanding and potentially aiding the creation of something greater.
Even though I have difficulty understanding exactly how a consciousness could monitor itself.
Let's leave that long debate for another day.
It starts off as an amazing adventure. You're on the beach, and you see this vast ocean of oppertunity, it's blue and inviting and you dive in.
There are so many interesting job positions, and so many ways you feel that you could contribute, so many ways you could grow.
That's how it feels for the first 12 applications you send in, that don't lead to anything.
Then, as if from nowhere.
The sun hides behind a cloud, a dark cloud which appears from nowhere and covers the sky with the most awful gray color you have ever seen. But you still enjoy the warm water, the water remains blue and is still filled with an incredible amount of fish, and you try to catch them, knowing you're swimming further and further from the shore. The water is getting colder, the waves are growing bigger. You start to loose confidence, and control You start grasping at small streams of hope. The sky turns darker by the minute. That is how it feels after you pass the 40th job application. A storm is approaching, in the coulds and inside your chest. And the ripples in the water turn in to a giant wave swallowing you whole.
You paddle, it's too far from the shore, it's too stormy to continue. What have you done? Whose idea was it? Why did you embark on this journey. You become desperate, grabbing anything that sticks, seaweed, plastic, anything that gives you a sense of stability and to keep you afloat. The storm is getting worse. The waves are no longer taking any pause, they continue hitting your fragile chest time after time. You stop peddling and you decide to float. The sky is now pitch black, the water is ice cold and no fish, no land and no hope is in sight. That is how it feels when you've sent the 60th application.
While you lay there in darkness you notice something. You are no longer in panic, Things are as they are. You rise your head above the water, you look up at the sky, and you see that in the pitch black sky, there are stars. You let the current lead you to shore, where you catch your breath, sit on the shore and watch the sunrise. Then, once you've dired up you enter the waters again, because one phone call, one interview booked, even if it doesn't end in job security, or adventure, offers a promise. And that is all that you can hope for. There is always.....tomorrow.