Getting shit done

I was writing something in the comment section that deserves to be an article, with some additions:

I definitely subscribe more to the “clean” line of thinking – don’t clutter the place with extraneous crap, avoid things that don’t actually improve your quality of life, and if something doesn’t do anything good for you, it probably just drags you down. I had to move too many times, and that’s a good way to learn that stuff that normally doesn’t get in the way but isn’t really useful either still needs to be packed and moved, and as such is a drag. However, there’s a serious difference between that, and trying to get rid of almost everything. Sure, you can say you don’t need winter clothing in the summer, but when the winter comes you’re going to remember what you needed that heavy jacket/coat for. When I’m not doing heavy lifting with my computer, I think that Macbook Air is all I need, but then I get to import lots of pictures and a desktop machine with good cooling shows what I bought it for. One can say things don’t make you happy. Sure, my car doesn’t make me happy, but not having one would sure make me miserable. You don’t get to be happy from things; however, believing that things are here to make you happy is stupid nonsense. Things are here to prevent hardship and misery. They are here to help you do something useful. If they serve some additional purpose, such as look good while being functional, the better. Having a sharp knife never made me happy. Having a dull knife, or not having an extra knife while they were all in the dishwasher sure annoyed me. But the difference between a perfectly functional knife, and some fancy Japanese $500 knife doesn’t mean shit to me. I buy them cheaply in the local mall, and I have good sharpening stones to maintain them. As long as it’s sharp and good, I don’t care about it being fancy. Same with the dishes – they are all the cheapest, locally available brand, and if we break something, it’s easily replaced. No fancy handmade porcelain and shit. We buy it either in Ikea or the local store. Cheap, simple, functional. That’s how I perceive minimalism – don’t waste money and mental energy on stuff that doesn’t matter, because it’s impossible to get it to be better with any kind of investment once you get past the basics. Essentially, get fancy coffee, serve it in the cheapest generic cups. Fancy coffee can improve things, fancy cups can’t, because the basic cups are already really good. Also, there’s minimalism in reducing the amount of overhead introduced by unnecessary fancification of things. Get stuff that you can easily service and replace. Get as much stuff from the same place as possible, because it simplifies delivery, maintenance and replacement. I’ll get furniture from Ikea, for instance, not because I’m much of a fan, but because it makes it simple enough and it’s good enough and once I’m done with it I can do something more important. Also, buying stuff from Apple simplifies things a lot – it reduces the amount of choices that don’t actually contribute to anything, the stuff is well made, lasts long and so on. So, minimalism in a sense of reducing the amount of shit you have to deal with it is something I definitely subscribe to. That doesn’t necessarily mean less things, but it means dealing with unimportant aspects of things less. For instance, trying to get things to be fancy, beyond the layer of functionality, is an incredible waste of energy, money and time. For instance, I don’t have fancy shoes, I have generic Adidas sneakers that are comfortable and good, and I know the exact model and size so I order replacements online once I wear them down. Same with clothes – I get good generic stuff that’s easy to find and replace. Basically, I like the Bauhaus concept of industrial design, form following function, and mass production reducing cost. Sure, I like fancy here and there, but for the most part, I prefer to have the most generic mid-range version of a thing, because that one is most likely to be good, easy to find, cheap to buy and replace, and so on.

I was thinking about this more, and concluded that there are some exceptions to my general rule of just getting shit done and not wasting money and effort on pointless fancification. Those exceptions come into play when something fancy actually means something to me, or I have it to create an impression that serves some useful purpose, and creating a wrong impression would cause more problems than it would solve.

The most important exceptions are cars and watches. In both cases, I will go beyond the minimum of function, and rather treat their symbolism of status as an important aspect of function.

You see, it doesn’t matter whether I care about those things or not. Other people care about them and notice them subconsciously, and I need to do the necessary minimum to “pass” if I want to aviod hassle that might require inordinate amounts of mental focus and energy to break through. I want to create an impression of someone you have to take seriously, but not someone who intentionally provokes envy and spite with ostentatious behaviour. I also don’t want to waste money on status symbols, at least not beyond the point where it suffices to accomplish the intended purpose. It’s a delicate dance. Status symbols have a nasty tendency of backfiring more often than not, because fake people tend to overdo it. You can’t fake class, and you can’t fake the feeling you have when you know you have money. But there are things that a person with money and class could reasonably be expected to do if they wish to avoid ostentatious displays; and then there are things such a person would not do. For instance, wearing a tacky gold-plated supermarket-brand watch is one of those things. But a very rich and classy person could wear an 1980s Casio. Also, if people know or suspect you are tight with money, ostentatious displays will instantly backfire. There are very, very few instances where showing that you have money will benefit you. It’s actually the opposite from what poor people, who want to pretend to be wealthy, think. More often than not, behaving frugally, rationally and “low key” will indicate money and class. Ostentatious behaviour, to me, indicates serious money issues. That can mean not having money, or being stuck somewhere in your past where you didn’t have money, and trying to overcompensate. In any case, it isn’t a good look.

So, my paradigm of prioritising function and getting shit done sometimes means matching some social expectations closely enough to avoid problems. It also includes some level of indulgence. If combining reasonable indulgence with functionality manages to make it easier for me to accomplish my goals, the better. The curve that connects the dots might in fact meet the requirements of minimalism, but the way I see it, minimalism can be an emergent property of trying to get shit done with the least amount of friction and issues, and not necessarily something that has anything to do with striving to have less things.

Minimalistic choices

Internet is full of videos and articles on the theme of “if you had to take one camera and one lens and use it for the next ten years, what would it be”. Or it’s “if you had to have only one computer, watch, pocket knife, car, pen…, what would it be”.

It always implies some kind of a “less is more” situation – basically, when you’re forced to use limited tools, you compensate with creativity and the results tend to be better than if you subscribe to “more is better” paradigm. Sure, sometimes. However, for the most part that’s all nonsense.

When you actually have a limiting situation, it’s not a choice between three different macbooks, a desktop computer and a gaming Windows laptop, and deciding to keep just one. It’s a situation where you have the cheapest possible computer that has minimal functionality for your daily tasks, and when you have to do something harder, it all starts to crumble under your fingers. Ask me how I know.

I had minimalist setups because I was poor, not because I subscribed to some stupid post-modernist minimalist paradigm where you own nothing and are happy. I owned nothing because it was an actual situation, and not some bullshit for YouTubers. Extreme poverty introduces its own kind of minimalism, and trust me, it doesn’t make you happy. It doesn’t reduce mental clutter – on the contrary.

Having a Macbook Pro that connects to Apple Studio Display with a single cable, with clean wireless mouse and keyboard setups, isn’t a realistic minimalist situation. Not having a desk and instead putting the cheap bulky computer you got used on the flimsy kitchen desk you found in the apartment you’re renting cheaply, that’s realistic minimalism. Working with whatever camera and lens you could get for the least possible amount of money because you couldn’t afford anything better, that’s realistic minimalism. It’s not a choice between ten excellent lenses and artificially limiting yourself to one. It’s using the one you found for 25 EUR on ebay because you had 25 EUR plus shipping, that’s realistic minimalism.

Minimalism isn’t a choice of one watch; minimalism is when you only have one watch, and it’s cheap because cheap is all you could afford. And by cheap I mean 50 EUR. Any by 50 EUR I mean you had to save for several months to be able to afford a 50 EUR watch, and you think it’s unjustifiable luxury. Ask me how I know.

When you’re poor, minimalism means you can’t replace your jeans, which have holes on them, because you had to replace your shoes first, because they too have holes on them. True minimalism isn’t a clean desk setup because you are decluttering. It’s an empty flimsy desk with nothing on it because that’s what you have.

When I see how people justify their minimalist setups, I can’t believe the nonsense I’m hearing. Like, they are using single-task devices such as typewriters or dedicated computers with no networking and only minimal software, so that they aren’t interrupted by all sorts of notifications and social media while they write. Excuse me, but that’s a matter that requires mental training, and not different equipment choices. When I open a word processor and write something, I can have literally dozens of things open in the background and I don’t notice any of them. I actually don’t hear what my wife is saying to me in person, and I have to ask her to repeat it later, because when I’m concentrating on writing, nothing else exists. It goes to such extremes that I can freeze behind the computer and get sick later because it was cold and I didn’t register it, because what I was doing took literally 100% concentration, to the point that I don’t register pain, hunger, hot, cold, noise, earthquake or aerial bombardment when I’m working. I don’t care about minimalism because when I’m working, I don’t perceive anything on my desk, or on my computer besides the program I’m using for the work I’m doing. I don’t need to have a clean desk with the smallest possible number of items on it, because otherwise my mind would be cluttered. On the contrary – my mind works like a switch, because that’s how I trained myself. When I’m doing something, nothing else exists; not because it’s not there, but because selective concentration is not a matter of having less things. It’s about focusing on just one thing, despite being surrounded by the entire world of things.

There’s a word in Croatian, “izdrkavanje”, which would literally translate as a wank job, but which means performative actions, things you do so that the audience would perceive how awesome you are. That’s how I perceive the performative minimalism. Its purpose is convincing other people that you have an organized mind because you have a clean desk from Ikea, with just a laptop, monitor, a wireless keyboard and a wireless mouse on it, with a possible addition of fake grass in a pot from Ikea. People who have such setups usually have nothing better to do than waste time on such performative minimalism, where an actually focused person would have all sorts of stuff lying around, while they are focused on just that one thing they are doing, and they don’t have time and energy to waste on performative actions intended for impressing anyone.

They usually say that minimalism reduces the overhead of choice – for instance, you don’t have to think about which lens you’re going to use because you only have one. Oh, the agony of choice; you need to pick one for that day. How horrible. If choice is hard, I just take what’s already on the camera, because if it mattered, the choice would be simple. What pencil or pen to choose? The one that’s closest to the paper, usually. If it actually matters, then I go to the pencil cup and pick a more adequate one.

I’m not advocating for chaos and lack of organization and tidiness. I’m saying that a minimalist setup is performative nonsense that takes more time and energy to maintain than a reasonably cluttered setup, and shows that your energy goes into showing other people how minimalist, tidy and clean you are, rather than getting shit done as efficiently as possible.

The world of small

There’s a lens I bought about ten years ago, and it’s so good, I later ended up buying lots of other lenses with a demand that they be technically as good, because nothing is better.

It’s the FE 90mm f/2.8 G macro.

No, this is not [The Great Agarus – Lvl. 225]; it’s a hermit crab. 🙂 I love that lens. I kind of overused it, having it glued to the camera for years and using it for everything, so I lately used everything else more, but boy, is it good.

 

What if?

I was thinking more about that “Silurian Hypothesis” direction – how could we look for evidence? Also, what if we assume that at least some percentage of those “alien encounters” are genuine reports. It has to be caused by something. If it’s not the aliens, what is it?

So, we’re assuming an ancient, Saurian civilization that managed to survive the K-T event because they burrowed into the mountains – hiding from predators, growing some kind of mushrooms as food, or even mining for minerals. Let’s say this survival made them appreciate underground life even more and this became a thing for them. Let’s say they became very good at carving into rock.

Also, let’s say they had 65 million years to evolve biologically and develop technology. This is a huge period of time. If we assume literally any kind of advancement over such a long period, they would be extremely advanced. We are literally nothing to them.

Also, if we assume that the “alien abduction” stories are true, and also those stories about weird events and disappearances around Mt. Shasta and similar places are true, they treat humans the same way we treat cockroaches – as a pest that needs to be controlled, and with casual cruelty. This part is most concerning, because we seem to be dealing with the concept of a technologically very advanced civilization that has absolutely no empathy, or compassion, or soul of any kind. They are, in essence, a super-powerful nightmare, and this is the point where I started thinking that maybe we don’t actually want to be looking for evidence, because if we assume it’s true, the most likely way to make them react is to go actively looking for them and interfering with their business, because we wouldn’t like the way they would react. It would not be first contact, it would be pest control. It would be gardener pouring molten metal into an ant colony, where we are the ants.

Then it occurred to me that we might be accidentally doing things that would annoy them – mining, fracking, detonating nukes underground and so on. It might even be something completely innocent that we can’t even imagine being a problem; for instance, let’s say such a civilization uses some kind of biotechnology based on mycelia and fungi in general, and we do something that disrupts that. They would see this as someone cutting their undersea fibre-optic cables and disrupting their Internet. If our existence is contingent upon not annoying them enough for them to do something about it, and we don’t know what could possibly annoy them, we are essentially in an unmarked minefield. It’s not a pleasant thought.

But the assumption is that they are behind the UAPs (unidentified anomalous phenomena). They are inspecting our nuclear weapons and energy installations. If something is either interesting or threatening to them, they will simply go and take a look. One would think that nuclear energy would be threatening to them, and maybe it is, but maybe it’s just something that’s interesting because they hadn’t thought of it. Maybe they are using geothermal energy or something completely different, and they never thought of nuclear. Or maybe they find nuclear use interesting for some other reason we couldn’t even think of – some kind of religion based on U235 as a holy sacrament of the Earth. I’m making stuff up here. In any case, the idea that we’re going to accidentally fuck around and find out is unlikely if we assume there will be warnings in form of increased UFO activity and interference with that specific thing we’re doing.

The problem is, if we assume those beings exist, the only consistent way to interpret their nature and actions leads to terrifying conclusions. Those are not highly spiritually evolved beings. They seem to have all the empathy of a crocodile eating a zebra alive. There’s nothing we would identify as positive emotions, or a soul – just cold, casual cruelty. They are just things with technology, and they treat everything else as things. Essentially, they are the ultimate achievement of atheism and materialism – extreme technological and intellectual advancement, but no soul, no empathy, no deep emotions, no connection with God. Those are not beings you want to contact, be contacted by or stumble upon by accident. Ideally, you don’t want to know they exist. I started by thinking how one might look for evidence to prove such a theory, but very soon I realized that this is absolutely not something I would want to be involved with. It’s a terrible godless evil; an intelligence with great power but of a cold, terrifying and deadly nature. If any of those stories about “alien” abductions, experimentations etc. are true, literally everything about them is worse than death, and power-wise, they are to us what we are to the animals in a national park, or fish we catch and release for sport.

I regret even thinking about it, now that I explored the corollaries. That’s why I prefer thinking that all the “alien abduction” stories are not physically real. The corollaries are exceedingly unpleasant.

Silurian Hypothesis

Whenever I show doubt about the aliens, someone inevitably cites all kinds of anecdotes about abductions, sightings and so on, and asks “what else could it be?”

I hate that question. That’s how stupid ideas without any basis in reality held on for centuries. Milky way was made because someone spilled milk in the sky, because what else could it be? The planets are Gods moving in the sky, because what else could it be? The stars are the hearths of ancestors in heaven because what else could it be? The constellations are heavenly homes of the spirit totems, because what else could it be? The plague was caused by the Jews poisoning the wells, because what else could it be? So, now it’s the aliens, because what else could it be?

“What else could it be?” is a sentence that should be punished by public ridicule, because everyone who ever used it was an idiot. It’s like answering every single question in science with “Jesus did it”.

It’s obvious that stupid people hate having question marks in their worldview, and they prefer whatever answer to statement of ignorance, but I don’t. I have no problem with stating ignorance. I don’t know what caused all sorts of things and I’ll tell you I don’t know, but then a stupid idiot with lots of confidence will state he knows the answer, because what else could it be?

Let me cite something that has absolutely no basis in evidence or knowledge of any kind, and is purely a hypothesis, but it provides an alternative to aliens – and, also, to the alternative claim that it must be demons, or nonphysical entities of some kind. It’s called the Silurian Hypothesis.

It goes like this. The dinosaurs evolved into a sapient species at some particular part of the world. This species had a habit of burrowing into the ground, and had whole underground settlements. Whether it was for growing/storing food, or for mining some resource, or for protection against big predators, or all of the above, I can’t tell you, but let’s say they were technologically in an early bronze age, 65 MY ago when the asteroid struck. Since they were dug into rock like Dwarves into Moria, they managed to survive the impact and its aftermath, and if they grew mushrooms or something underground as a food source, they could have survived just fine. Let’s say that the aftermath of the disaster put evolutionary pressure on them, and they evolved both intelligence and technology, and 65 MY is a very long time, mind you. Humans stretch some 200-300 KY into the past. 70 KY ago the Neanderthals ruled Europe. Civilization goes back some 5 KY. 11 KY ago we were in an ice age. So, 65 MY is enough for continents to shift, let alone for a species to evolve intelligence and technology that’s so far ahead of ours that it looks like visitors from another star system, because “what else could it be?”. What else could it be, the Fairies could be fucking in the sky, you fucking idiots. But let’s keep with the Silurian hypothesis. The objections would be as following: a civilization would strip Earth for mineral resources, leaving nothing for the early humans, who on the contrary managed to find things like copper, gold, zinc and iron all over the place, without having to dig into the mountains. Well, as I said, 65 MY is a long time, long enough for the mountains to erode, for the strip-mined sections to be washed away and new, abundant mineral sources to be revealed. One would expect technological signatures of such a civilization to be obvious; not really. Our signature was very obvious when we were broadcasting TV and radio all over the place, but now that we’ve transitioned to watching YouTube over the Internet, and it’s all transferred via fibre-optics and focused microwave beams, it’s pretty much undetectable. Extend this for a thousand years, and it’s the difference between the age of an ox cart and the age of iPhone. Technology of a species that’s been working on it at some pace for a million years in continuity might be something we might not even recognize as technology. I don’t know, using mycelia of fungi as computational devices or communication. Something. Whatever I make up is probably much inferior to what they would think of. They could use either geothermal sources for energy, or they could use nuclear energy, or something even more sophisticated that we wouldn’t even recognize. Let’s say they really like living deep in the mountains because that’s how they were saved from the cataclysm and they worship the mountains on a genetic level and go out only to explore this recent infestation that’s been spreading on the surface. Let’s say they have all kinds of flying saucers and “alien” shit. Let’s say they look generally anthropomorphic, and they are dinosaur-descendants like the birds, only some different branch, so they look more reptilian, so there’s your reptilian “aliens”.

Mind you, I pulled the whole thing out of my arse, mildly inspired by a Dr. Who episode, and I can now say “what else could it be?”.

Fuck you, that’s what it could be.