in between random blackjack banter at the borgata on saturday, geoff (whose beakers seem to be off the internet right now) and i talked briefly about the afterlife. the conversation stemmed from this email he sent me a week ago:

so within 50 years this guy thinks that we will have millions of tiny robots implanted in our brains, and that they'll be able to a) enhance our mental capacity during life; and b) map every single cell in our brains, therefore allowing us to store an exact version of ourselves (memories, personality and all) in a computer for later use. there we can continue to interact with all our friends and loved ones (who will also be stored there) for eternity.

we discussed the differences between this and heaven, and how every waking second is a separate consciousness from the previous, so that you are never who you were and never who you will be, and the transition from who you were to who you are at every. waking. second. would be similar to the transition from your mortal self to your eternal self (assuming tiny robots).

and i thought
that my night would have been more interesting
if it was spent discussing consciousness
rather
than drinking vodka red bulls
and being made fun of
in the borgata
in atlantic city

i'm torn between being fed up with this city and realizing that the problems i have with boston are nit-picky where as the problems i'd have with a real city might be much worse.

but i'm leaning towards being fed up.

update: geoff.elscorcho.org lives again, as do geoff's beakers.