On the Possibility of Destroying Information by Intelligent Beings

Von Neumann was a  polymath. He did research in quantum analysis and also invented the computer as we know it (von Neumann architecture).

For those who don't know, quantum theory describes all physics that deal with constantly quantifiable (small) amounts. While the big Universe seems chaotic and analogous where all measurements seem continuous (uninterrupted, without bumps) at any scale, the small Universe if you want it is made of discrete values and events. From molecule down, everything, has discrete life (predefined size and mass and (half) lifetime) and associated predefined values; (charge, mass, spin, etc..). If you smash one particle you would only get more particles in one precise, invariable, predictable event, but not random dust or anything. Think of it as grains (quantum) vs milk (classic).

Here comes Stephen Hawking, that most people heard about, from his grim predictions about humankind future, but not knowing nothing about his work. One of his enunciations (if not the only major one) was the so called black hole paradox.

Quantum theory states that information cannot be destroyed in this universe. That is for every tiny event that happens there should be some leftovers from which we can figure the initial state of that system.

It is, in a way, an analogy or maybe even a continuation to the principle of conservation of energy and matter in classics.

However Hawking first said when something gets into a black hole it seems all information about that (sub)system is lost.

(How about mirroring events through quantum entanglement? What happens if a particle entangled with another enters a black hole and the other one not? Could entanglement happen more often than we know it and have something to do with transmitting or mirroring information, the meaning of the information itself or maybe even our conscience?) (Could all particles in the Universe be entangled?)

Hawking then comes with this theory stating that black holes can release a form of (thermal) radiation called of course Hawking radiation that may contain information about the things absorbed by the black hole, putting an end to his own paradox. But i believe there will be a long time, maybe an infinity (is infinite possible in quantum? is a numeric infinite really infinite since it is made of numeric values) until we will be able to know what it is (thermal means photons, right? not even light, right?) and how to measure it.

I can think of another way in which information can escape from a black hole and that is after the completion of a cycle big bang followed by a big crunch of the Universe when eventually all black holes reunite and then explode back giving birth to the new one. Maybe this is the way the collective or possibly a unique individual universal intelligence reunites with self and then because of much boredoom starts to agitate and releases self in a new equally complex living Universe. (Will we meet all there? Maybe, but only if we get in a black hole alive with all our memories still intact within the synapses of our neurons or maybe all emanate at death a form of Hawking radiation). 

And here is another paradox. Let's say we have a RAM (Random Access, or read-write type of Memory) computer bit or better a few (a register) of the flash type that can memorize a certain information (a number) by means of trapping a few electrons for each bit, and let' say that number that is never accessed (read) or known.

We all know that we can reuse that register to store other information. So what happens to the previous information stored in that registry? Some will argue they will be leftover electrons or whatever down the drain, but those are melting in the analogous chaos of the thermal agitation inside connectors whatever (and would not exist other than heat since we can't observe them individually anyways once they left their quantum trap).

(From the information written in the previous paragraph, we may also deduce that all computers are quantum, obviously because they deal with quantum state information or using a (quantifiable) number of electrons per bit).

But from the point of view of the user of that system, the information that was never read was lost and/or destroyed period.

So John Neumann must have known this as it is (probably) the first thing that comes to the mind of a polymath who worked in both fields after examining the way RAM memory registers behave. Though flash memory did not exist during his days, (but maybe was predicted) FETs that use around 10.000 electrons per bit or capacitors existed etc.. According to google, he never said anything about it, like Leo Szilard did (maybe he didn't want to start another recession followed by a war, though the world was kinda tired of those at that time).

I wouldn't have bothered to mingle in this virtual scientific space with all these illustrious minds (von Neumann, Hawking, Szilard, Masuoka etc.) if i would not be continuously pissed by bits of information that appear in media that seem to try to cancel or delete the ones i just put (in the same virtual space or registry) and i keep asking myself if there's not some "secret" theory behind it. Wouldn't be the first time when they apply quantum theory to society (though social beings are obviously not quantum, their thoughts or information stored in their mind always is).

Another more "active" way they can destroy information with no possibility of retrieval from the stating enunciation is a lie.

Humans are probably the only beings in Universe capable of lying (destroying information, replacing with something else) and thus causing artificial modification of natural social causal chains (altering the course of Universe at will, rebuilding?). Truth can be reestablished only using information from different causal chains that are related or reflecting the one that have been directly altered but is usually inefficient and it is impossible to fix subsequent causal chains that have already been altered by a lie as not all may be reached by the consequences of correction. (A fool can throw a stone in a pond that 100 wise men can not get out.).

After thoughts.

I think is safe to assume that Hawking radiation occurs at the event horizon level of the black hole, where elementary forces from within are strong enough to deconstruct every piece of matter that enters the black hole and only when some "useful" information about the arrangement of matter is destroyed and at that moment only. That leads to the possible generalization that every time information is destroyed (in this case about arrangement of matter entering the black hole) this radiation occurs.

By generalizing we deduct that any type of destruction of information is accompanied by such radiation, like in the case of someone's death or when someone decides to lie or when a Newman architecture type of computer registry is emptied of information etc..

So i can state that every time a RAM memory that was written is being powered down, Hawking radiation is emitted.

Talking about black holes and Hawking radiation an idea came to me. Most scientists and journalists of course these days agree that the Universe is finite and ever expanding, which expansion one day or eon may stop and reverse. However there is one thing i don't understand. Radiation, like Hawking radiation and generally radiation may escape the boundary of the Universe upsetting the matter/energy balance of the initial big bang heading to a big crunch (or maybe the edges of the Universe expand too fast for that to happen?).

Another thing is if Hawking radiation can escape a black hole, will it probably escape the big crunch as well, possibly preserving our souls for the next Universe, like Scientology says? etc..

I could write much more on this but i keep some ideas to myself as i'm not being paid for this, this sample, a few others is just enough to show how far behind we are after more than a century of media and lies and discretionary intentionally misdirected grants.

August 28

6:40 Vino Țepe
7:53 The dust i picked from the grass was not sawdust but that kinda dust used for cleaning carpets.

Memes (negative subconscious corrections):

9:00 Drelling shotgun.

11:28 Georgina Lukács.

11:42 Iarbă uscată la teatru.

11:48 Mașina asta seamănă prea mult cu a mea ca să nu mă enervez. Mai demult credeam că multe din aceste coincidențe sunt amenințări, dar ele sunt mult mai mult decât atât. Sunt oscilații care se pot opri în orice poziție, însemnând, până la o examinare mai atentă o infinitate de lucruri simultan sau un exemplu de cum mai aplică ei teoria cunatică în știri după evenimente create special.

11:20 Să ai o asemenea colecție de mașini într-o țară fără drumuri și o asemenea pasiune, să te lauzi și să nu faci lobby pentru construcția de autostrăzi mi se pare tot așa dincolo de cinism, chiar și de nesimțire.

August 27

Hwy 101 in Oregon is probably one of the most spectacular roads in the US. On one side you got mountains like view, at times you even drive in canyons and on the other side, the ocean.
12:30 I'm back at Chinook in Lincoln City after i drove all the way to Coos Bay and back (about 240 miles in total). When i got back i got gas at a Circle K and gave her two cards she could not use and in the end we payed with a debit. She looked like Princess Margaret. Soon after i almost hit a bicyclist. I survived tonight numerous accident traps (all designed to look like it was my fault). But the reason i got in the casino, after trying to sleep was i remembered something. I usually tape the doors and windows at every hotel i go, last night i had some sort of nightmare, it was like 2 guys, rather slim, dressed in t-shirts where in the room, one next to me and one next to Angela. In the morning the door was not taped, and not even locked with the deadbolt.

I told Angela, everywhere i went the impression was the normal people in the area where somehow evacuated and replaced with actors, maybe from Scientology. Maybe they get a film permit and pay everybody to stay home.

4:29 When i went to write the paragraph above, coming from the upper parking lot, two guys tried to get in front of me in the elevator, but i passed. Waited like 5 minutes but the parking lot was flooded with exhaust from a car. When i entered, they were waiting for me at the entrance, trying to get in the same frame with me on the cameras. Two guys, taller than me, pretty slim, one of them had a goatee but i only took a glimpse of him from one side. After watching the news i think i know who they are.

3 live raccoons crossing, a dead one in the lane, a dead dear in the lane, a dead dog (with a collar) on the shoulder, one guy walking at 2 AM on the narrow shoulder of a bridge, a biker, only on the last leg of my "adventure" that is 80 miles from Lincoln City to here. Numerous others before that, including a completely dark closed bicyclist with no light or reflecting tags etc.. Many other accident traps, more than ten in total. Most "lucrative" day on the roads on my part.

4:41 Ok i solved the puzzle with Margaret in Florence. However this is a very low resolution picture i'm dealing with. Here is a better one, google cache only, the Hungarian site doesn't seem to work right now, and i understand why.

5:09 Georgina Lukács este soția unguroaică a lui Alexandru Agache care nici el nu prea arată a român, fie vorba între noi. Oricum tipa vorbește și limba română, mai ales dacă exersează zilnic. Tipa are într-adevăr o voce fantastică (sexy) și a studiat la Moscova.

Mai multe informații, mâine și în zilele următoare.

11:02 Nicio minciună. Când m-am trezit din coșmarul în care mă uitam paralizat la doi tipi care stăteau în picioare în cameră, înalți, îmbrăcați în tricouri, au fost și niște deplasări prin cameră, scurte replici contradictorii, negocieri, mai mult nu îmi amintesc, știu că eram îngrozit, m-am gândit la ce i s-ar putea întâmpla lui Angela, m-am uitat la ceasul de pe noptieră, ceasul arăta 5:20, însă ceasul era pus cu 2 ore în urmă, era de fapt 7:20 ora locală, perdelele groase erau trase, 10:20 pe coasta de vest, moment în care bursa a început să cadă. Am mai stat treaz cel puțin o oră, între timp am fost la mașină să iau niște bicarbonat când am văzut că zăvorul nu era pus, și nici scotch-ul pe care îl pun de obicei la uși la hoteluri, am mai dormit vreo 2 ore după. La 10 și 10 minute am ieșit din hotel în mare grabă, din cauza ceasului, (trebuia să predăm cheia la 10) ne-am dus să mâncăm pe nivelul de sus al parcării noi, de unde se vede cerul și oceanul (dacă stai în picioare, nu din mașină), și atunci, în jur de ora 11 ora locală i-am spus lui Angela a doua oară, mai în detaliu, despre coșmar. O cădere la bursa americană de 1% înseamnă pierderi de un trilion de dolari pe plan global.

11:31 Imaginea în care se vede și mai bine că Baniciu era un puști când a intrat în formație, vecinul, colegul și prietenul me de joacă Mihai Erhan (născut 1960) care luase lecții de canto de la o "croitoreasă" din vecini. El la școală era declarat oficial afon.

Când eram prin școala generală în primele clase mama mea câteodată începea să cânte în stil de operă, (ceea ce mă enerva foarte mult), mi-a povestit despre tipuri de cântăreți, soprane, alto, etc. și spunea că a prins chestiile acelea de la croitoreasa care de fapt era nașa mea de botez, doamna Rotaru. Odată am fost cu ea în oraș, eram foarte mic, ea părea să cânte ca solistă într-o formație, însă in italiană, citind de pe o hârtie versurile. Știu că aveau orgă și chitare.

Între 5 și 7 ani am luat lecții de pian de la o profesoară, doamna Redloff (Red love) care avea o datorie la tata pentru niște lucruri pe care i le-a făcut. Îmi dădea teme pentru acasă, când trebuia să scriu note pe portativ pe care mi le termina mama întotdeauna înainte de a mă duce la lecție, care era în centru, undeva la 3-4 km distanță (era autobuz). Totul s-a terminat când ea le-a spus alor mei că îmi trebuie un pian acasă pentru a continua. Mi-au cumpărat în schimb un acordeon, la care nu puteam să cânt fiindcă învățasem să cânt numai pe note, moment în care bunicul a găsit un profesor (Merilă) orb, care m-a învățat și convins să cânt după ureche. Doamna Rotaru avea doi copii, Felicia și Gigel, după care am și primit numele. Proiectul probabil a eșuat, din cauza lipsei de disciplină a ei și a sărăciei și precarității enorme în care am trăit cu toții (Tata era foarte zgârcit, nu prea dădea bani în casă, etc.). Gigel era înalt blond și cu părul creț și ne învăța pe mine și pe sora mea să facem ochiuri cu capac (pe care turna cu o lingură ulei încins și "să dăm pup cu limba". Chiar înainte de tabăra din Germania apăruse o mașină în curtea vecinei lor unde Gigel m-a familiarizat cu comenzile. Știam pe atunci să conduc motocicleta cu care făceam mulți km pe aeroport iar când am mers în tabără în Germania am condus foarte ușor un Renault 4 al unui instructor din tabără, Olaf din Suedia, culturist. Chiar am pornit în pantă într-o intersecție, el și eu am prins încredere iar la întoarcere când am parcat am simulat că mă izbesc în perete și am pus o frână bruscă, la care i-au sărit ochelarii lui Olaf iar eu râdeam în hohote și nu m-am mai lăsat niciodată oricât l-aș fi rugat (fără cuvinte căci nu știam o boabă de engleză și aveam un an de franceză de la școală). Apropo, o tipă din Suedia (toți copii din tabără, din 9 țări, erau de 12 ani), Helen, se cam uita la mine, o blondă, foarte mișto, însă pe atunci nu știam ce e mișto la femei și nu puteam să scot un cuvânt iar mie blondele oricum nu prea îmi plăceau pe vremea aia, mi se păreau niște ciudățenii cu capul lor galben și niciodată nu prea m-am omorât.

Sau poate a învățat să cânte de la mama lui. Odată am văzut la ei un disc pe care scria Gigliola Cinquetti, ceea ce nu m-a mirat prea mult fiindcă s-a vândut tot așa la magazinul Foto Sport și Muzică din centru iar melodia se dădea pe la radio, numele ei, adică mama lui Mihai, vecina și nașa lui soră-mea era Glicheria sau Licherușa în mod familiar. Altă dată am văzut la ei un acordeon similar cu al meu, la care oficial nu cânta nimeni, când s-au arătat stânjeniți, iar odată am venit din vacanță de la liceu și Mihai avea o chitară, la care nu cânta, dar la care i-am cântat eu versiunea studențească a lui Andrii Popa (la chitară am învățat în general singur, la care el se uita cu mare mirare la mine. Am sunat din SUA de câteva ori la ei acasă, dar am putut vorbi numai cu fratele lui, Mihai nu era niciodată acasă. Tatăl lor semăna cu Jean Constantin. Fiind naș pe tren (de obicei făcea acceleratul Iași-Timișoara), era destul de rar pe acasă. Vara făceau fân, mergea la cosit (noi nu aveam pământ, toți am lucrat în praful de la mobilă de vizavi), etc.. Avea două arme de vânătoare din care una cu trei țevi (inspirația din Andrii Popa?) Bunicul meu biologic din partea lui mama, cel care era în Stuttgart în Germania când am fost în tabără lângă Hamburg în 1972 se numea Andrei. În Câmpulung una din văile care duc spre Rarău, care începe dintr-un cartier din centru se numește Valea Seacă. Expresiile din melodii, accentul, poza de pe Mugur de Fluier, toate arată origine bucovineană.

Multe alte povești dar acum mi-e foame și somn fiindcă am dormit puțin, și nu prea am nimic prin frigider, mă duc să văd.

Nicu Covaci?

încă lucrez

2:02 They made a huge amount of dust in the parking lot by the curbs and around the car and they threw some sawdust next to hidrant. Forgot to take a picture, went and vacuumed, by the time the bag was full a guy with a small kid making a big noise came real close getting in the dust. There is still some left, i will take some pictures.

Ok i saw one more in front of the next apartment which is about the same size ad the one at the hydrant was. At the hydrant, the color is the same as the soil, thus hard to see from above. Massive amounts of dust is coming inside, from somewhere, but not from me vacuuming. I used a micro filtration bag.

If i don't go to pick that dust, next Wednesday it will be blown on the buildings by the mowers or if it rains it will get embedded in the grass.

BTW for some reason they moved the screen from the close position and also made dust on the patio.
Parking spots after vacuuming (forgot to take picture before).
3:13 Fourth picture above amounted to 3 bags of 5 pounds each of wet sawdust. Some of it was destined to blow on the building Wednesday and some to ferment on the ground all witer long.

8:52 Got tired of tightening extra connectors of my own design at every trip. But when those get loose, i start having trouble especial with direction at highway speed because voltage for EPS (Electric Power Steering) fluctuates slightly, also got vibrations at the engine, lifter noises and poorer mpg. Today i went and cleaned with alcohol the threads, put the bolts back and added some epoxy adhesive. As you can see in the picture, only the thread made with the bolt itself at the bottom of the hole is actually holding, and that one is also not using the whole surface for contact, but only a percentage. I put some adhesive on  top to prevent unscrewing from vibrations and contaminants including oxygen that oxidizes lead to get in. However, after two years of trials today for the first time a (good) idea came to me and that is to use metal based conductive adhesive in the thread which i should do if this isn't holding.

10:24 Inganare. La pioggia, Gigliola. Capcane în trafic.

August 26

12:45 Not doja vu.

12:41 Primul exemplu, am notat ieri despre haos termic.

August 25

4:00 Here they come, flooding with tons of fabricated news. This time, a Chinese woman in front of a bus that was added by Photoshop.

4:12 That's what i thought. Not like a jubilation or anything, more like a Shiva debt clearance. Jubela, Jubelo, and Jubelum.

7:27 I just called Angela because i'm feeling really sick (drank too much last night on pain from dust).

There is another guy that can do SMT (who actually trained Angela) but he didn't come to work today. (like Angela's ex supervisor, he's coming when he wants, half of the day missing, he's got other jobs).

There is an engineer that can do it too. Parts came in for a prototype and Angela had a hotel reservation tonight and approved day off for tomorrow but they're trying to force her to come tomorrow. The brain (team lead) is a guy named Steven Eaton (coincidence with the name of the company).

11:00 De când se muncesc ăștia domle să distribuie niște amărâte de carduri. Cât sunt, 700 de lei, o singură dată la un milion de persoane, adică 700 milioane? În bugetul Ministerului Muncii apar undeva 41 miliarde cu titlu "Asistență Socială" care nu am înțeles niciodată unde se duc. (Pensiile au buget separat, Asigurările Sociale, de 100 miliarde, care atenție, este gestionat tot de Ministerul Muncii). Citeam ieri, în Italia peste un milion de oameni sub pragul de sărăcie beneficiază de un fel de pensie de venit minim care este de 780 euro pe lună.

1:49 Now i know why the guy upstairs took a vacation while they were working at the building but can't say yet. Same reason market went up today. Clue. Not because he didn't want to be here but i bet he'll be back as soon as they're done. BTW, they've been inside, almost finished, but he said they didn't have materials to seal the sliding door on the inside, a one hour job, all that's left. All i can say is i was very tired, almost falling asleep standing while he was doing those windows. I asked him when they're going to be done, he said they don't know yet, don't have the materials, like they didn't in the day they installed the windows. Notice expires today, but she said in an email i will be notified again if they come in another day. However i won't be here tomorrow.