Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Economics Against Slavery

Slave owners have always used slavery to benefit their own lives. Although historically this benefit has varied from serving religion to amassing a powerful army, most commonly, this benefit has been an economic one. The slaves do the work and the owners sell what they produce, making a healthy profit in the process. However, over time slavery garnered many opponents and, although these people first relentlessly tried to illegalize slavery, this initial process proved more time consuming than some of them had patience for. It was this link, then, between slavery and profit that appeared most vulnerable. Many of those opposed to slavery believed that, through both passive and active methods, slavery could be stopped by an economic force.
Antislave advocates often tried to convince slave owners that slavery wasn't the best option. James Raymond summarizes the main argument of such people in his Prize Essay on the Comparative Economy of Free and Slave Labor in Agriculture. “If we can convince him that free labour is the best, slavery, we hope, will in time go out of fashion, like an unhandy farming tool on the introduction of a new one upon an improved model. This, I shall endeavour to do. I shall endeavour to show that free labour is more convenient and cheaper than the labour of slaves.” (Raymond 3) The overall argument of antislavery advocates was that slavery can run an economy into the ground, and that it had already done this to the Southern United States. Eventually the South would switch to free labor, why prolong slavery's imminent end?
The cost of free labor when compared to slave labor isn’t significantly different. True, a slave works for nothing more than what it costs to feed and clothe him, but added to this cost is the cost of purchasing him, the possibility of him not working (losing that labor for the day), and the risk of losing him entirely if he choses to run away. The purchase of a slave was also likely one of the largest single purchases a southern farmer could make in the early nineteenth century. In 1853 a full grown male slave could easily be sold for around $1000 (Olmsted 34). At the same time, free laborers could be hired for $120 per year (Olmsted 185), meaning, apples to apples, a slave would pay themselves off after 9 years. However, added to this is the cost of feeding the slave and clothing him (most employers who hired laborers by the year also boarded them, just as slaves, so this cost is ignored).
To avoid the high cost of buying a slave, slave owners often relied on female slaves to produce children. This, however, meant the farmer also had to either raise the child or wait for his mother to raise him, all the while losing money to food costs for the child. Children couldn’t work hard enough to turn a profit for the master until about the age of 12. One of the more outstanding qualities of free labor was (and is) that it could be hired and let go as the farm needed it. Some plantation owners wouldn’t keep enough slaves on year-round to manage all the crops come harvest time and would end up hiring whites from nearby towns for a dollar per day.
Sadly, most employers weren't looking to hire whites for agricultural work year round. White free laborers at the time saw farming as something for slaves, and therefore below them. People who might hire such laborers often saw them as untrustworthy or simply bad workers. Some whites, when hired to work for a day, would show up drunk, work poorly, or, in a few cases, take their wages without working at all. These few workers, however, seem to be a problem with the Southern United States. One account states that, despite all the supposed inefficiencies of white laborers in the South, one free laborer in New Jersey could accomplish as much work in one day as 4 Virginia slaves. These differences in labor efficiency are something inherent in the two different societies; two societies that have grown to such a contrasting state in part as a result of their policies on slavery.
Of course one could easily ask, if slavery was so inefficient, how could it have gained such solid roots in the economy of the South? It’s first use there came about in part because of a brief shortage in labor supply. In the early seventeenth century, with so few new whites coming to America looking to be farm laborers, the plantation owners there turned to slave labor. After this, owning slaves was seen as something noble, a sign of a wealthy man. Even after the concept of free markets presented in “Wealth of Nations” became popular, slave owners still touted their ownership of slaves as something supportive of a free market, simply because it was the result of the slave masters operating to the best of their own interests.
This difference in political ideologies wasn’t the only difference caused by the use of slaves, the South’s economy also began to become stagnant because of its lack of progress. Planters were resided to always be planters, while the shippers shipping things to the North never needed to do anything but worry about their own methods of transportation; there was a surprising lack of industrialization. This lack of industrialization also led to a devaluation of land. In 1853 the average acre of land in New York went for $25, while the average acre in Virginia only went for $8 (Olmsted 170). The Richmond Enquirer, hoping to convince the residents of Virginia to industrialize their state through railroads, published the following.
The little State of Massachusetts has an aggregate wealth exceeding that of Virginia by more than one hundred and twenty-six millions of dollars--a State, too, which is incapable of subsisting its inhabitants from the production of its soil. And New York, which was as much below Massachusetts, at the adoption of the Federal Constitution, in wealth and power, as the latter was below Virginia, now exceeds the wealth of both. While the aggregate wealth of New York, in 1850, amounted to $1,080,309,216, that of Virginia was $436,701,082--a difference in favor of the former of $643,608,134. The unwrought mineral wealth of Virginia exceeds that of New York. The climate and soil are better; the back country, with equal improvements, would contribute as much. (Olmsted 165)
While the economies of New York and Massachusetts skyrocketed, those of Virginia and the southern states seemed to slow. This large difference came about more because of the uneducated working class in the South. People expected more educated labor to work more efficiently, and at harder jobs. It was arguably the skilled labor required for jobs in the northern states, such as shipping, textile manufacturing, and other industrial professions that allowed its economy to grow as it did.
Antislave advocates and abolitionists also believed that they could interfere with slave owners’ profit margins actively, again leaning on the idea that if slavery stopped being profitable, slavery would cease to exist. The first, and simplest, way was by refusing to buy goods that were known to be made by slaves. Boycotting a good was likely easiest to do for people in larger cities, such as London, where there was a tremendous amount of access to foreign goods (meaning finding replacements was easy), and one of the first such goods to be rejected was West Indian, slave made, sugar (Schama 265). This sugar, deemed moral poison at the time, could easily be replaced by honey and other sweeteners, or even sugar from other traders.
Another method favored by abolitionists to end slavery was actively trying to create an infrastructure in Africa which could support the labor supply available to them. If they could convince war lords and slave sellers in Africa that holding on to their labor, and preferably employing them through fair means, would yield the most profit, then slave traders could hopefully become employers and entrepreneurs. Chieftains in Africa they needed to convince, however, argued they only wanted three things: powder, bull, and brandy, and had three things to sell: men, women and children. To give an idea of just how little slave traders made compared to what they could have at the time, here are a few rough rough numbers:
African warlords and chieftains sell 250,000 African inhabitants every year. For these people, they were paid approximately £4 per person, though they often received their payment in various types of merchandise, merchandise that was usually of a very low quality. We can say there was an inflow of about £1,000,000 to Africa, with an outflow of 250,000 people per year. To continue running the slave trade, year to year, involved feeding already captured slaves, and the general upkeep of the army needed to control these slaves, which all cost about £300,000. Many of the goods they traded for were also used up while the armies were out on expeditions, this plus traders reneging on their trading deals, losses from the destruction of property, and the money lost from any other result of retaliation against them could easily eat up another third or more of the money they make on trade. So, the net income for all the warlords of Africa was less than £400,000. Many abolitionists believed that economic activity could easily be increased and improved in Africa, advantages which could give the chieftains even more bang for their buck. (Buxton 280)
Abolitionists such asThomas Buxton, a former member of the English Parliament, believed that Africa could achieve this economic productivity through agriculture, mining, and other land exploits such as timber development and sales. And although the profit motive to give up the Atlantic Slave Trade was there, some weren’t sure if handing the economy of a developing nation over to the largest military powers in the country, people who had already shown they support slavery, was the best idea from a humanitarian perspective.
The more popular method, and one that was shown to work, was recolonizing Africa with Whites and ex-slaves. This method was preferable for numerous reasons, including the fact that the organization that created the colony would still have control over its actions, its leaders, and its decisions. We can see how well it’s worked today, looking at the African city of Freetown.
Because the colony consisted primarily of ex-slaves, this ensured, to some extent, that they would be resilient to becoming re-enslaved by any force. Additionally, because of the past experiences so many of them had with agriculture, agricultural production would hopefully take off. Because the founding company would be involved in the development of the colony from the start, it ensured that they could weed out and push in any practices they wished to. In most cases, this was racial equality. This equality represented to many the end of what had haunted most of their lives, even after the North had emancipated them from slavery. In the case of Freetown, often times appointed whites would abuse the little power they had, causing some racial inequality, but an inequality that was quickly fixed by those that opposed it.
The possible results of such a movement were rather impressive. Assuming everything went perfectly in colonizing Africa, and the continent began to fill with educated free labor, the economic benefits of such a nation would ripple through the rest of the world. Considering many sugar producing colonies in the Caribbean and South America continent had not stopped the importation of slaves, these colonies would need to turn to industrialization of their process or a much fairer treatment of their slaves (who often died from being overworked). The abundant production in Africa would be able to supply other nations with additional trade. This new supply of goods, especially of cotton, would rival the United States’ goods, hopefully causing a change similar to that of the Caribbean colonies. Although idealized, such optimistic hopes for outcomes were held at the very least by Thomas Buxton, a prominent British abolitionist.
Through these multiple economic factors and forces, antislave advocates believed they could bring about the eventual end to slavery world wide. While many did hope that laws could be passed to demolish such an unjust institution, the little steps they could take, the more subtle nudges towards abolition, not only pushed slavery closer to its end, but also helped bring others to the cause. Eventually the laws they had waited so long for did get passed, but the economic benefits of what they did trying to end slavery on their own still benefit the world today. Not only do we have already explored methods for ending unsavory business practices, their actions produced whole cities founded on racial equality and social justice.

Bibliography
Buxton, Thomas Fowell, and William Clowes. The African Slave Trade and Its Remedy. London: John Murray, 1840. Print.
Fitzhugh, George. Cannibals All! Or, Slaves without Masters. Richmond: A. Morris, 1856. Print.
Goodloe, Daniel R. Inquiry into the Causes Which Have Retarded the Accumulation of Wealth and Increase of Population in the Southern States in Which the Question of Slavery Is Considered in a Politico-economical Point of View. Washington, D.C.: W. Blanchard, Printer, 1846. Print.
Olmsted, Frederick Law. A Journey in the Seaboard Slave States: With Remarks on Their Economy. New York: Dix & Edwards, 1856. Print.
Raymond, James. Prize Essay on the Comparative Economy of Free and Slave Labor in Agriculture. Frederick: John P. Thomson, 1827. Print.
Wadström, Carl Bernhard. An Essay on Colonization Particularly Applied to the Western Coast of Africa ... London: Printed for the Author by Darton and Harvey, 1794. Print.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

/r/problemoftheday

The following question was posed on the subreddit /r/problemoftheday:

Alice randomly chooses x_1 from [0,1], x_2 from [0,2], x_3 from [0,3], ... and x_n from [0,n]. What is the probability that x_1

Here's the answer I've come up with:


The general case is P(n) = (n+1)/(2^n)

Explanation:

A quick simulation shows that P(2) = 3/4 and P(1) obviously equals 1. For each term, it's fairly easy to see that the probability that the next term is *smaller* is the average value of that term (which is just the range divided by 2) over the entire range of the next value.

So the probability that the next term is greater than the last term, after any n number of terms, is (n+1)/(2n)

To get the probability that every consecutive term is larger than the last, we multiply all of these probabilities together to get:


Which simplifies to:


Which gives us our final form:








Friday, February 8, 2013

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Our own contribution to this obviously forced meme:
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Sadly, my roommate and I only have this mini fridge to use.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Will it Work?

Who knows!
I'm just checking to see how well this home made .gif file works.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Derpy in Title Sequence!

I found Derpy Hooves!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

College Essay


The following is a response to a college essay question. Please don't steal it.
Indicate a person who has had a significant influence on you, and describe that influence (Common App: 250-500 words)

Looking up through the peaceful night air of Germany, no one would have ever suspected the chaos that would soon ensue. The hum of the engines could not be heard from the ground, nor could these Flying Fortresses be seen by anyone who wasn’t looking.
For now, the crew depended on James, the radio operator, for their directions as they approached the critical point. “Begin” the man shouted as the alert came over the radio. On this order the bellies of the iron birds opened up, revealing their deadly innards. At James’ command, his plane let go its load, a wall of fire and metal falling to the ground. With soft dins of explosions below soon came gunfire upwards, like backwards rain. James, amid this chaos, continued with what he knew he had to do. Even as shrapnel penetrated his plane, he continued relaying the necessary orders to his crew mates knowing that without him the shrapnel might prove too much.
Most of my days after school were spent listening to stories about these such events, and every time I think back on my grandfather, I can’t help but feel inspired by him. Inspired to be more like him. Dependable, courageous, brave, a leader.
Naturally it was his influence that inspired me to branch out, to take on new tasks hoping people could find me more reliable, more dependable, and to try new things at every given opportunity. It was an influence that sent me down many new paths, one of which eventually led me into the Boy Scouts, where I learned to tie knots, to find which way was north, and, most importantly, to be a leader.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

My Little Pony Poetry

During my english class we were all asked to think of two things that we wouldn't expect to appear in poetry and write them down. I chose My Little Pony and Garbage.
After that we were then told to write poetry over these two subjects. Fun.
This was the result:

With the garbage in the dump there lay,
A small pony with a rainbow mane,

Once a child's hopeful toy,
Now crushed, about to be destroyed,

What fate befell this My Little Pony?
What misfortune made it look so lonely?

Once playfully made to trot and trot,
Day in and day out it now will rot,

Perhaps we should take care someway,
To make tomorrow a more playful day.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

My Little Pony: Character Faces

Season two of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, after a long wait, finally premiered yesterday. It was as enjoyable as any of us bronies could imagine, if not more. As a fellow brony, I watched its premier on the hub, and found what is now my third favorite face of the entire show.
I have a feeling that statement there is a lie.
Let's have a countdown now. Above was favorite face #3.
Favorite face number two: Twilight Sparkle's face after successfully fleeing from the Hydra.














And finally, favorite face number one: Fluttershy's "squee" face.

















Fluttershy is best pony! Long live Fluttershy.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Relationship Advice

So, for those of you who were wondering, that last post was in fact written by my Girlfriend (now ex- Girlfriend). I had kept her mainly a secret from my father, mostly to avoid any awkward conversations that would ensue. But alas, the confrontation finally happened, and following it was the awkward conversation I was expecting: relationship advice from my father.

The first stuff was pretty basic:
Don't just go after one girl,
Don't get into serious relationships just yet,
Try to have a lot of little relationships first, to get the feel of them.

Yeah, all pretty simple, until he started talking about his own relationships:
Try to avoid dating girls between November 15th and February 15th.
Now to this I of course asked why, and of course, this is the time period which contains one of the most concentrated occurrences of holidays, meaning you, the guy, will have to be shelling out more gifts to your girl during this time period should you choose to be in a relationship.

If you're ever dating multiple girls at once, don't tell any one about any of the others.
And yes, he was speaking from experience. He traveled a lot for work before he got married, and thus was able to keep steady relationships in Los Angeles, Austin, and New York.
It's weird, learning about your father's relationships, especially that he was probably a bigger player than you will ever be.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Post Unnoticed

I am the guy with the laptop, the laptop that was taken by me.

I decided it would be a great idea to play chess, I mean who doesn't like chess? It's a good logical game, that requires all the parts of my brain I usually use. I'm also good at it, when I'm concentrating. Well, when I'm getting distracted I can get annoyed, so my girlfriend took my laptop out of boredom.

Because I wrote on her blog not to long ago (April 25th to be exact) She decided to write on mine.
This thought had been bugging her for a while each time she took my laptop, but now she has the chance.

She's pretty abusive, well out of jest of course. Maybe I just annoy her with my snide comments sometimes. But hey, she can annoy me too, so it's cool. I mean this relationship would be boring if we didn't constantly have stupid, non-threatening arguments.

Even so, she can also worry. Of course not that much out of an obvious stance, but she does. I guess my cool demeanor doesn't really let me show any concern, but she has the same shroud around her.
Summer's also coming up soon, and I'll be off to Germany, while she will go to Scotland. She's an avid traveler, and as much as I hate to admit it, she knows more of the world than I do. I just hope that we can keep in touch, and not worry about anything else. She knows relationships can sometimes have problems because of distance, and she's slightly scared of it happening again. She might joke and laugh that we will "mess around" but in all honesty she doesn't want such a thing to happen.
My girlfriend is just slightly scared of commitment, I am her fourth boyfriend after all, but she doesn't want to feel that attached at times. Don't get me wrong she likes me, but she is scared that I don't like her back as much and doesn't want to show it.

As I am playing chess and conversing with a friend, leaving her to write this on my laptop, I find that maybe I shall be enlightened.

-The girl who took the laptop

Friday, November 26, 2010

Skyline

Well, I just got back from watching the movie "Skyline," all in all it was not a bad movie. However, I'm sure many other people will have a different opinion, It's hard to make a good action movie these days.
The ending seemed really sloppy, first of all. It tried to answer too many questions and ultimately just broke down the logical order in which everything was happening.
Spoiler Alert.
The whole premise of the movie is aliens coming to invade our planet in order to harvest our brains.
This seems like a great springboard for an action movie, however, it would have been nice if the writer had any skill, or at least less of a heart.
The aliens come in and start abducting everybody, all that has to happen is the abductee has to look at one of their spacecraft and they are immediately entranced and simply float up to the spacecraft, where their brain is torn out of their bodies.
The first hour or so of the movie is the people try not to get abducted. There are a few points at which the military attempts, in vane, to interfere. Nuclear weaponry is for some reason their first choice, afterwards they try to simply fill the sky with airplanes.
Yes, it was all very intense, ultimately humanity is crushed. The two last main characters are beamed up to the space craft and the screen fills with white.
This would have been a perfect ending, a simple little greek tragedy, everyone dies. But no. For some reason they are kept alive in the ship while a machine comes around and systematically kills off each one of the people inside, harvesting each individual brain, and transplanting it into another alien.
This is where the movie lost me.
The aliens are only there so that they can kill one of us, and for each one of us they kill, they get one extra alien.
Alright, I suppose I can understand that, it would have made more sense that they were using each brain as food, or even that they were simply killing us all off to steal the Earth's resources. the only reason it occurs this way is to carry on the story to a point it should not have been carried to.
For some strange reason, when the main character's brain is transplanted in to the alien, the brain is able to take over it. He then proceeds to try and save his wife, who has not yet been killed. This seems like a feeble attempt to try and lead the movie in to a sequel, or perhaps provide some hope for the human race. The writer, who ever it was, shouldn't have done this. It would have made more sense had they simply died.
So, if anybody feels like calling it a bad movie, simply because it had a bad ending, don't. As an action drama, the movie was good up to that point. Bad endings do not imply that the movie as a whole was bad, only movies that are bad as a whole are bad as a whole.
My advice to anyone watching is to just walk out of the theater as soon as they float up, don't bother with the last five minutes.
My advise to the director is to embrace greek tragedies, please.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Mondays

(Written for my english class as the first chapter of an imaginary book)

Tyler had decided he didn’t like Mondays. Today was a Monday, and he knew he did not like today. It was absolutely frigid, he had not seen the sun all day, and it looked like it was about to rain.

Along with all the problems he was having with the weather, Tyler had to attend school today, and he was definitely not one of the strange people who woke up every weekday morning excited about going to school. He quite detested the idea of public education. The idea that someone bigger than him was forcing him to go to school with the threat of fines and even incarceration, horrible.

The school day had not treated him so badly, though. There had only been one quiz, and he was fairly sure he had done well on it, regardless of how challenging Geometry had seemed that September. His other classes were fairly uninteresting, the ninth grade, he had decided, would not be fun. At least the days would all be Monday he thought to himself, with a sense of irony.

He was on his way home, shivering a little because he had forgotten his jacket, debating whether or not taking the bus would have been a better choice. At least on the bus there would have been someone to talk with, here he was alone with his iPod. Of course, the iPod was okay he thought as he turned up the volume a bit for his favorite song. Some people were just aggravating. Sadly, many of those people rode his bus; many of those people also lived at his house. Perhaps it would have been better if he had taken the bus, it would take a little longer for him to get home that way. The question here was how much of his time was he willing to give up to satisfy someone else’s desire to talk to him. Walking home got him away from all the idiots he met everyday, got him the privacy that nowhere else could bring him.


Neil was a bit taken aback by how strange this job was. He enjoyed the challenge of it, but at the same time had to question Father’s sanity for wanting such a thing. He would carry it out either way, not that he had much control over the situation as it was; along with him was Keith and Jarred, his “muscle” in case anything didn’t go according to plan. Keith alone was large enough to take down the boy, bringing Jarred along was just overkill, they only needed me to drive the car. The plan itself was quite simple, in, bang, and out, nothing to it; the guy wouldn’t know what hit him. The question was, why would Father want him? Probably just another ransom, but the kid didn’t seem like he had that much money, not based on the file he had read.

Oh well, he would get paid either way. The mission could turn in to a complete disaster and he would still get 50% of what he was entitled to should the mission succeed. Father was very understanding in that respect. Failure did sometimes happen, especially in this line of work, and a small punishment would be enough to convince someone they had been in the wrong.

They had began at the target’s school, where they ultimately determined which plan they would go off of. Luckily the target had not taken the bus, which made it much easier on them. The streets running from the school to the target’s house were mostly residential, very empty at this time of day.

Their target was a small Hispanic child, about 15 years old, who would now be walking home, unsupervised, for the next 10 minutes. Neil’s job was to drive, Keith and Jarred’s job was simply to get the target into the trunk, by any means necessary. Easiest thing in the world.

The white car swerved around the corner near the limit the street conditions would allow, leaving a noticeable screeching noise, along with the distinct odor of burnt rubber, and quickly approached its victim. Had Tyler heard anything at all, he still would not have had enough time to react, as the car passed by Jarred harshly opened his door into the boy, knocking him out and leaving him on the ground. Dang, Neil thought, as he worried briefly about the implications this might have for his door.

Keith and Jarred exited the vehicle and quickly bound Tyler’s hands with duct tape, being sure to put a carefully placed strip around his mouth, and tossed him in the trunk. “Hold on,” Tyler said, “let’s not give him too much hope,” and then removed the glow in the dark handle which opened the trunk from the inside. They shut the trunk got back in the car and were gone as quickly as they had arrived. In, bang, and out, just the way Neil liked it.


Tyler awoke with a start was almost immediately aware of two different facts. The first was that he may not have done so well on his math quiz. The second was that his Monday had somehow managed to get a lot worse. He looked around, only to discover that that was pointless, wherever he was, it was pitch black. So, he instead listened around him. Behind him there was somebody playing Queen obnoxiously loudly, and underneath him was some strange, almost distant roaring noise.

Tyler’s head hurt quite a bit, and the tune of “Bohemian Rhapsody” only made things worse for him. He tried to think back to the last thing he remembered. Something about idiots on the bus. Was that what this was? Some cruel prank by those arrogant bastards on the bus who couldn’t leave him alone when he clearly didn’t want to talk to them. He felt that this wasn’t quite right, but at that particular moment didn’t care too much about reasoning, his whole body ached severely and he just wanted to take a nap. The fatigue in his muscles eating away at what little bit of his energy was left after a day of school was leaving him quite exhausted.

Something inside him, however, knew that something was horribly wrong, and it nagged away at him until he listened to it. It’s not that Tyler disagreed with it, he just didn’t care too much. At least, not yet he didn’t. He felt that it must be late and he reached for his pocket, where he kept his phone. He then discovered that his hands were somehow tethered together, and he could not move them. This greatly surprised him and he immediately tried to stand up, simultaneously striking his head on some hard piece of metal and discovering that his feet no longer worked, no doubt tied together as his hands were.

Now, to add to everything else, He had a headache from multiple bangs to the head, there was some idiot playing loud music, he could barely move, and he may have failed his math quiz. Why did this all have to be on a Monday?


Saturday, November 13, 2010

Randall Munroe

Recently, a great nerd figure, along with his family, has fallen ill due to some unknown ailment. In response to these misfortunes me and one of my good friends has decided to send Randall Munroe, the aforementioned victim, a get well card. Our current idea is to have a comic attached to it that has been drawn in his own style (for those of you who don't know, Randall Munroe writes the web-comic xkcd).
If you can't quite read what it says, here is the script:
A: I'm having some trouble, I just don't understand why more bonds in a covalent bond corresponds to a shorter bond length.
B: Well, you see, bonds can be thought of as rubber bands. The more you have the closer whatever they're holding together becomes.
A: Ok, but that doesn't explain why they actually get closer, there aren't quantum rubber bands holding all this stuff together.
B: Clearly you've never heard of string theory.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Statistics and Religion

Earlier this week I came upon a rather interesting entry in a mathematics book at the library; it discussed statistical concepts that had to do with religion.
Now, as I'm sure many people are aware of, logic and religion don't often meet, which is why this particular article stuck out to me. As many of you, my loyal readers, are aware, I am an atheist and firmly believe that mathematics is one of the most important subjects we cover in our lives. So, reading someone mathematically prove that we should all be devout christians was quite surprising to me.
the proof went like this:
Let's suppose we flip a perfect coin, with a perfectly random result. If it lands on heads, we will win $50, but if it lands on tails we win nothing. Our expected winnings, if we play the game a large number of times, according to the law of large numbers, is $25, because:
.5 (the proportion of results that yield us money) times $50 = $25 and:
.5 (the proportion of results that yield us no money) times $0 = $0
Add the two of these together and we get $25, our expected winnings.
Now, let's apply this to the christian faith. Suppose we lead devout christian lives and God rewards us for this by admitting us in to heaven where we live in paradise for eternity, since it is forever, the reward is \infty (infinity, sorry it didn't come out as well as I would have liked). Suppose, now, that there is no God, and we live our lives accordingly and die at the end of it, here our reward is Zero. Now let's assume that, after our life is spent ignoring the presence of God, we are sent to Hell for our sin, for we have broken the first commandment, and done so most of our lives, our gain here is eternal suffering, hence we win -\infty (negative infinity). So, if we write everything up, we get:

X (the chance there is a God) times \infty (the reward for believing in him) = \infty
(1-X) (which is the chance there is not a God) times 0 (the reward for believing in him) = 0
Expected reward: \infty
Sounds pretty good, now if we don't believe in God:

X (the chance there is a God) times -\infty (the reward for not believing in him) = -\infty
(1-X) (the chance there is not a God) times 0 (the reward for not believing in him) = 0
Expected reward: -\infty
Hold on, this can't be good. Assuming we don't believe in God, our expected reward is -\infty, the worst possible loss imaginable. This means that, for anybody familiar with gambling, it makes more sense to worship God than to not worship him, as it has the greatest likelihood of yielding an appealing reward.
So, christians, statistically speaking, y'all aren't as crazy as I originally took you to be, I apologize.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Fear

There is something i feel that many people, throughout their lives, lose sight of: the fact that one day we are all going to be dead, we will simply reach the end of our lifetime and pass on. Now, I'm not saying we don't all know this, most people know it. It's because we know this that we created religion, which we use merely as a way to avoid the subject of real, permanent death, of actually not existing. No, people have not forgotten it, they've just distracted themselves from the real thing, real death. Ultimately, it doesn't matter what you do in your meager little life, you will die, quite soon in the grand scheme of things, and be forgotten.
Now, there are a lot of things people worry about from day to day, but, unless you follow some form of obscene deity who promises you immortality, many of them are quite frivolous. Actually, they're frivolous especially if you believe in some kind of obscene deity. In your life there are very few things that matter, because, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you're always just fighting your way towards a better death.
Really, there's nothing that you have to do in life. Do nothing and you'll only die a little faster than the rest of us; put in a little effort by eating every once in a while and you'll survive for at least a few years, but, for many of us, those few years are not enough; that meager existence would simply not be enough for us, which is why we choose to overload ourselves with work and conflict which, complication our lives in a fashion which we claim to hate. We validate our own existences by making others' seem less than our own, meager in comparison to what we have accomplished. We fight our ways up some infinite ladder, one which the bottom cannot be seen, only felt, and the top is strived for, but never reached.
So, you might have a hard time one day, you might slip up, and what you do might cause irrevocable damage to you life, but really, what's the worst that can happen? You'll only die. Now, let's suppose you live you life perfectly, not a single flaw, everything goes exactly as you want it to and you never face a single bit of conflict, hatred, or pain. You'll still only die.
So, really there's not much to worry about in life, because the end result will always be the same. We should make the best of the time we have and not dwell on the few mishaps that we encounter. Everyone has problems, everybody's broken, but what matters is what we make of it.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Sorry To Bother You

(note: not an actual suicide note)

I’ve been thinking about doing this for a while now so I don’t want you to think that I just walked off and simply got the idea from something I saw or something I met in those few moments on my way to the water fountain that touched me deeply enough to make me do something like this. This act was the result of many hours of heavy contemplation, and I believe that, while it may not be the only path I can take, it is the best.

There are a few things I suppose I will regret. Sadly though, none of them are things I might be able to change. I am sorry that I wasn’t able to do anything to help Max. I wish the odor that had filled my head hadn’t been enough to make me lose Kiowa. I wish I would have told Sally how I felt about her before it was already too late. However, all of that is in the past now; there’s nothing I can do about it. Max and Kiowa are dead and Sally is married. I suppose I should be contented by the fact that she’s happy. Wishing that she’d be happier with me is selfish, but I still wish it were true. Many nights I consider what it would be like if she was right there along side me in my truck, cruising along, just the two of us, not a care in the world. She would be a much better conversationalist than the six cans of beer that occupy the passenger seat on most evenings.

I’m sorry for troubling you with this; I really don’t mean to. I just had to get a few of my thoughts out before it was too late. I don’t want you to think I’m just bellyaching about my life, it’s been a good one. I’ve gone out; I’ve seen the world, seen war, death, friendship. I’ve experienced a multitude of feelings, some of which other people will never get the chance to feel. I’ve felt the sting of loss, more than once in fact. Max, Kiowa, they’re gone, both drowned. Perhaps I should drown myself, have the lives of the three of us meet our own respective fates through the same medium. It would almost suggest some kind of universal causation, wouldn’t it? But, no, that style of irony is beyond me, I’ll keep my death simple, hopefully something that can be carried out, then quickly cleaned up and forgotten.

Now, I’d like for nobody to think that they caused me to do this; there has not been a single person who has led me to believe that this is the path for me to take. I’d like to thank my mother and father, you helped me a lot during these last few months since I got back from the war. Everyone here has been very supportive of me, I just don’t seem to be able to assimilate back in to modern society. War has just inhibited me from easing my fit back in to the mold that normal life presents to us.

I’ve tried to find a way around what I’m about to do, there just isn’t one. I’ve tried to support my parents, or at least get to a point where I can support myself, and worry about repaying my parents for all they’ve done, but I haven’t been able to hold down a job for more than ten weeks since I returned. School is just so pointless and irrelevant to anything that I’ve experienced in my life that I can’t bring myself to accept it as a legitimate means of improving the state of my life.

I don’t imagine my death will be too difficult, human life is so fragile. There are those of us who like to think we’re tough. We’re not though. Death is just such a simple thing, much simpler than life. I imagine I’ll be able to go without too much trouble, Kiowa didn’t seem to have much trouble with it. He just slowly drifted away, sank slowly into the field, drowning in the remnants of humanity. I could have saved him, I know I could’ve. It would have gotten me the Silver Star if I had, But then, where would I be now? The same place, probably. Lingering along my elliptical pathway, constantly moving but not really going anywhere.

I am worried about where I’ll end up when I die. That is, assuming I end up anywhere at all. I was raised to believe that up above me is a loving God that will take me in and shelter me in Heaven. Of course I may also be damned to Hell, in which, considering the nature of my sins, I’ll be placed, standing, in a large field of men and women who have committed similar sins and will, while paralyzed and unable to move, have my arms and other bones broken and mangled. Of course, who’s to say that there even is a God, or that there even is a Hell? Perhaps I’ll die and death will be the simple end of life, nothing further. My being will simply cease to exist and the world will carry on without me, unchanged, not caring about the fact that a single living entity has met its end.

I’ve thought about the issue a lot. Is there a God? Did some higher being place us here to carry out our duties to him like bees to their queen? Even though we know full well that our master will be living long after we’ve fallen. Perhaps the whole idea of religion was created to comfort us, leading us to believe that something does happen to us after we die. Perhaps the human brain isn’t able to handle the feeling of not existing, and so creates scenarios in which we all carry on our meager existences in some way shape or form, even after our bodies begin to decay. Catholicism, Judaism, and the Muslim faith all teach us that we will receive immortality in heaven. The Buddhist faith teaches us that we go through reincarnation until we achieve enlightenment. Hinduism simply teaches us that we are reborn over and over, the universe recycles our souls, transplanting them in to other beings at birth based on how ethically we have lived our previous life. How can we possibly say that one of these is better than the other? With all these arguments, how can we possibly conclude that any one of them is right? Maybe they’re all wrong. Perhaps, after we die, we do simply stop living, and our consciousness ceases to exist.

This meager life I’ve taken up since I returned just seems to me to be the same day lived over and over, with each day being only a slight variation on the last. There’s no one out there who seems to have any form of remote interest in my story, my failure. I sit in my Chevy, drifting along, letting my life drift away with the time. Why prolong the process? The conclusion will be the same, regardless of any feeble amount of effort I put in on my part to change the course of my life, which has become so based on routine that I’ve become trapped in my own loop with no way out. I may as well end it here.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

A Corner of the Cloak essay

Both “A Corner of the Cloak” by Brian Doyle and “The Word” by Pablo Neruda use generally grim imagery and similes, along with several abstract metaphors, to describe how amazing and unique human life can be, and that nobody can fully understand its majestic hypnotic nature.

In “The Word” the author discusses the creation of the spoken word and how the first language, which would have allowed a species to be far more organized than any other, would have sent ripples out into the environment. It uses metaphors such as “words give ... blood to the blood and give life to life” to explain that human life, complemented by language, is a strange yet beautiful occurrence. Because of the accompaniment of language the human race has been able to evolve at a much faster rate than any other species ever has before on this planet.

In “A Corner Of The Cloak” Brian Doyle uses a very unique writing style to describe many of the random events that he has experienced in his life. The author starts off very broad, with a tone that suggests that he is in awe of his subject. However, the subject of his work isn’t quite evident until he starts with “for example,” and begins to tell his story. While he does hint at an ultimate coherence relating to life in the beginning his true intentions are made evident towards the end, after he has told his, incredibly detailed and nearly scientifically analyzed, story. Through his euphemistic phrases, such as “completes the life cycle of,” and gruesome similes, like “peels the squirrel like a banana,” he conveys a very interesting series of events that show that life truly is a “magical machine,” and that, no matter how much time one spends examining it, they can never truly understand this “endless thicket” of life.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Wall

I'm woven in a fantasy,
I can't believe the things I see
The path that I have chosen now
Has led me to a wall
And with each passing day I feel a little more like something dear was lost
It rises now before me,
A dark and silent barrier between,
All I am, and all that I would ever want be
It's just a travesty,
Towering, marking off the boundaries my spirit
Would erase
To pass beyond is what I seek
I fear that I may be too weak
And those are few who've seen it
Through to glimpse the other side,
The promised land is waiting like a maiden that is soon to be a bride
The moment is a masterpiece,
The weight of indecision's in the air
It's standing there, the symbol and the sum of all that's me
It's just a travesty,
Towering, blocking out the light and blinding me
I want to see
Gold and diamonds cast a spell,
It's not for me I know it well
The riches that I seek
Are waiting on the other side
There's more that I can measure in the treasure of the love that I can find
And though it's always been with me,
I must tear down the Wall and let it be
All I am, and all that I was ever meant to be, in harmony
Shining true and smiling back at all who wait to cross
There is no loss

~Kansas~

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The COUP

In the year 1998, the UN, in its universal quest for unlimited knowledge, began an undercover technical program to string together all the information in every computer on Earth. In theory, one would be able to ask the computer any question he or she pleases, and the computer, with its infinite knowledge of everything everywhere would be able to spit out an accurate answer.
The project was code-named "the COUP"- the Computer Of Unlimited Power. Many of the nation's best scientists and computer programmers were put to work to assemble this massive networking device, and after many years the machine was built up. It looked much like a large worm, with wires curling out of it at odd places and curling back in. At one end it formed a small sphere with a large computer screen sticking out of the front.
One of the UN officials sat down at the machine pulled down the large lever to the left to activate it. There was a buzz from behind the machine and a flashing green box appeared in the top left corner of an otherwise blank screen.
After much debate over what to ask, it was finally decided that the first question would be "is there a God?" The scientists and UN officials all agreed this would be an acceptable and thought provoking question, with a hopefully significant response.
The question was slowly typed into the machine, and the operator punched the "enter" key. The COUP buzzed and whirred for several seconds, gathering and analyzing all the data it could. the machine stopped. and slowly it began to type back to the operator.
When the message was complete the scientists and other UN officials gathered closely around to read the machine's response: "There is now!"
The entire project was considered a failure and all records of its existence were stricken from all known informational databases. The machine was then dismantled and, to this date, no one but the men involved are aware that it existed.