Sleeping EIGHT hours in TWO chunks is better for you, apparently!

Huh, so it was recently found that the invention of street and home lighting drastically and negatively changed our sleep pattern. It now resembles something more like the one of a modern human -- an eight hour "off" period instead of the original dual four-hour cycles.


Fig1. Human species' discovery of fire have inspired the creation of a much brighter light sources such as a nuclear reactor, an inertial confinement fusion reactor, an arc-welder, and a modern LED flashlight or a lamp. Image from Wikipedia.


Since we evolved naturally using the latter method, the new "trend" is being simply rejected by our bodies. All we did was decrease the on/off switching frequency, and are now realizing what a terrible mistake that was. Thanks to the monkey's invention of the "synthetic" or "non-solar" photon generators
, which non-coincidentally later discovered to be excellent power sources, rapidly modernized our little monkey butts and gave birth to an iPhone.

But the human body doesn't like the side effect of the sleep pattern change!

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Fig2. Insomnia.

So yes, we are supposed to be getting the eight hours of a rejuvenating shut-down time within 24 hours, but the original and healthiest way is to split the eight into two a four, so that you don't feel as tired during the new shorter "days", or "recharge mode periods".
It can perhaps even be reduced to much shorter wavelengths of our sinusoidal existence - some claim that we can go all the way down to 1.5-hour cycles to increase efficiency, life quality, productivity, and ultimately life expectancy!

"The myth of the eight-hour sleep" By Stephanie Hegarty :

"He attributes the initial shift to improvements in street lighting, domestic lighting and a surge in coffee houses - which were sometimes open all night. As the night became a place for legitimate activity and as that activity increased, the length of time people could dedicate to rest dwindled."

So what are we supposed to do now??? One thing certain: we would no longer have to fool our neurotransmitters with coffee. Sounds like it's time to sell your coffee industry stocks and then go take a nap.



References:
-- http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-16964783?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=twitter
-- http://www.canada.com/topics/bodyandhealth/story.html?id=e9427be1-6146-4cca-afe8-fd165dc11601

Huhh????

Iranian President vs. US of A


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Future Trends: Electrical Power Generation

Early 2012: The human population's energy consumption is going through the roof, and no one seems to care much about how much they use it.

The solution seems to be one of these, with #1 being more likely to happen:

1) Build more Nuclear power plants
Will likely last us for a very long while, but is dangerous at the moment. Liquid Fluoride Thorium reactor technology seems to be taking off due to its inability to cause a meltdown, which is the major reason current nuclear power technology is so (relatively) scarce. So, if this tech doesn't kick off very quickly, the next choice is to...

2) Invest in Solar Cell research
The population grows rapidly, and unless we start building space solar farms, there's no way we'll be able to keep up with the energy demands, unless...

3) People actually start thinking about how they use their energy or discover and develop new types of energy sources.

Simple Solution to Regaining the American Credibility and International Trust

Let's get this out of the way first:

(1) The government represents the people.
(2) Pure (yet compassionate) logic and unbiased sober reason are the only fundamental principles that display credibility and promote trust.

If we take the above statements as a fact and not simply an opinion, then we can without hesitation claim the following to be true as well:

If every single law in the United States of America was revised to follow the fact #2, then thanks to the fact #1, this country would kick some awesome ass yet again.

However, I regret to report that at this time (January of 2012) Politics and Logic are the two words that should only be put into the same sentence with extreme caution.

My Grandparents: Alexander and Emily Groshev


Sep 16, 2010 9:00 pm

Their Story

I have had an opportunity to live with my grandparents around, so first I will introduce a short history of my personal interaction with my grandparents. I will then give a little history of my grandfather. And then I will talk about his current life.

One of most memorable times of my life was the days spent at my grandparents’ house. The journey to their house took about 2 hours on foot, so I took the opportunity to visit them as often as possible. Their entire property was surrounded by a high fence which protected them from thieves and druggies. As I entered through the massive steel gate past the dog that I was very frightened of, I would often find grandma Milia work in the garden where she grew a broad range of fruits and vegetables from strawberries and cherries to tomatoes and carrots.

They harvest these fruits and vegetables which last them until the next year’s harvest. Upon arrival, I would jump straight into helping her water the plants and feed the chickens, and as evening came she would make delicious pancakes which I would eat with their home-made berry jam.

Grandpa Sasha would often go to their second property which they used to grow potatoes. He would sometimes take me with him on his motorcycle which was - and still is to this day - their sole method of transportation. I remember my grandparents as very nice and hardworking people who cared very much for their grandkids.

Since my family’s immigration from Kazakhstan in 2001, I have seen my grandmother only once during her visit to USA. My grandfather, however, saw me last time about ten years ago.

My grandfather’s name is Alexander (Sahsa) Groshev, he was born in 1937 in the city of Leninagorsk located in Eastern Kazakhstan. Before Alexander was born, his family used to live in Kanonerka city. They were hardworking people and owned their own property and farm, but since the Stalin’s new communism rules did not allow anyone own so much, in 1930 it was all taken away, and his family with his two older sisters were evicted to Leninagorsk.

After Alexander was born, his family stayed in this city for a decade. At age of 7, he had a near-death experience when he was rescued from drowning as he was being sucked into the hydroelectric dam’s intake. While living in Leninagorsk, Alexander attended school up to the third grade.

In 1948, at the age of ten, he and his family moved back to Kanonerka, where he continued his primary school education. When he was in 6th grade, he was forbidden from coming to school because he would not reject his Christian faith. Christianity was heavily frowned upon and discouraged under the strict communism rules. Holding Christian gatherings was considered illegal and was often raided by police. Regardless of his persistence, he was later allowed back to school where he studied one more year until his graduation.

After graduating from high school, he moved to the city of Semipalatinsk in the year of 1952. In 1956 he graduated from a technicum (Soviet Union equivalent of a two year college) and moved to Semyarka village where he worked two seasons before moving back to Semipalatinsk.

In the June of 1957, at age of twenty, Alexander got married to Emilia. At first they did not have a permanent place to stay, but a year later they finally bought a tiny house where they officially started their family. On October 14, 1958, they had their first child, Olga. In total, they had 7 kids.

Today, majority of their kids live scattered on all corners of the planet – one in Russia, three in USA and three still live in Kazakhstan. There, a mother who has 7 or more kids earns a title of a “Hero Mother” who receives a gold medal and a significant increase in pension.

Both of my grandparents are Christian and attend church regularly, once or twice a week.

As I have come to witness myself, religion plays a major role in their life. They pray in the morning and evening – before and after they sleep. They also pray before and after they eat. They read the Bible together every night, and sing Christian songs while doing their daily chores. They are strongly committed to their faith and it has been so for as long as I remember. Grandpa Sasha says that the most memorable time of his life was when he was baptized on Jul 4, 1954.

Today, their health is pretty rough. Grandma Milia has frequent headaches and leg aches. Grandpa Sasha has diabetes, which prevents him from eating most of the fruits that they grow. He does not have access to sugar substitute, so his two daughters frequently send him packages full of sugar-free food from the USA.

Regardless of all the problems related with old age, they are a very happy old couple. In 2007, they celebrated their 50 years of marriage. Grandpa Saha says that his faith in God has been the major contributor to their long life together. They are not lonely since their kids and grandkids visit them on regular basis, and they also meet them every Sunday in church. The most frequent visitors in their house are their two grand-granddaughters who live right across the street. One of them is one year old and the other one is five.

I remember the detailed directions to their house distinctly: walk down the street to the end, make a left at the kiosk where a nice lady sold delicious ice cream, then as I reach the swamps I make a right, keep walking until I reach the railroad, and then just follow the railroad west for about an hour and I’m there!


Oct 21, 2010 9:00 pm

My Grandparents’ Social Support Network

For over 54 years now, Grandfather Alexander and his wife Emilia have relied on their church, which they attend on a weekly basis, as their primary support network. They have seen many changes come and go in that community – many people have come and now are gone, many of their life-long friends are already gone, and time implies that some of them will be going home soon as well. In addition to the church’s social network, they rely on support from their kids, four of which live in other countries and the other three still live with them in eastern Kazakhstan, in the city of Semipalatinsk.

Alexander was part of this community since 1956. Here, he met his wife Emilia and many of his friends. In 1976 the building in which they were gathering for 20 consecutive years have been suddenly taken away by the government. The community had to purchase another property where they started building themselves a new home, which they still use to this day. Since Alexander was a part of the team who constructed it during their time off from their regular day jobs, he was one of the most active members of the community.

Alexander enjoys talking about the time of youth and the happy and sad days of his life as a member of this community. Since they do not own a reliable motor vehicle these days, a friend who attends the same church picks them up on his way there every Sunday morning. When in church, their activities mostly include prayers, singing and discussing different parts of the Holy Bible. During holidays, such as “Zhatva”, which is essentially a Russian religious holiday equivalent of thanksgiving, members of the church provide mostly home-grown fruits and vegetables which they use to decorate the entire main meeting room.

Even though they attend only the Sunday meetings, which generally last 2-3 hours, the information they receive from each session is just enough to determine if their friends are doing well or not. During each visit to church, Alexander and Emilia never forget to greet their friends with hugs and questions about each other’s health. Many members of this community share an intimate relationship that is similar in almost every way to what is usually found between blood-related family members. They even refer to each other very appropriately with a prefix “brother” or “sister” before each other’s names.

As it usually is with church communities, this one is also open for anyone to join. Friendly new members never feel unwelcome or underappreciated. Anyone who comes with good intentions can come and participate in any gatherings, and those that follow this one rule will always be greeted and treated no less than like family. While to a relatively new church member things would appear to remain the same, Alexander says that things have changed dramatically over the many years he has been a member. He says that people are not the same and neither are the values.

 He noticed that people of the newer generation tend to act a lot more different, more open about their unusual views that often conflict with the native ones. It’s as if the new crowd with their different ideals is growing in numbers while pushing the old ones out of the way, which he finds somewhat disturbing. He says that the numbers of people that have the “good old” views are decreasing faster than ever.

Over ten years ago, the friends that lived close by would get seen more often during visits that happened outside of the church, but Grandpa Alexander says that it is not the case anymore. He says many of his friends have either deceased or moved, and those that have stopped attending church due to poor health are living too far away to visit due to their own poor health.

Another major reason for the recent decline in socialization is the lack of access to both private and public transportation. To make things worse, their house is located at an inconvenient location where the closest bus stop is a bit too much walking to handle recently, Alexander admits. If he is feeling healthy enough on a particular day, which usually ends up being once a month, he will use his bicycle to go to a local flea market to stock up with the necessities they can’t produce themselves. If there was a supplemental formal support mechanism that simply provided transportation to and from the church, he says it would be very helpful.

While they have been active church members for over half a century now, their primary support network remains to be their own family. This may be due to a convenient fact that their kids and grandkids attend the same church – some regularly and some occasionally. Grandpa Alexander says that their son Vladimir, who lives in the same city, visits them often to just sit down and socialize, to make sure everything is going well. His daughter, granddaughter, and two grand-grand kids live in the same neighborhood, so they visit them on a regular basis.

His two daughters and one granddaughter who live in the USA recently visited them for a couple of weeks. During the visit, they cleaned up the house, repainted the walls, purchased new rugs, cookware, and other essentials. They also frequently send packages from the USA filled with clothes, diabetic foods, and other high quality products that are either too expensive to purchase or are simply not sold in any of the local stores in the city of Semipalatinsk. In addition to these packages, they also provide occasional monetary support over the Western Union money transfer service. However, Grandpa Alexander says their pension so far is very adequate, due to his long history of work at a local industrial factory before it was abandoned during the fall of the Soviet Union.

Not only do Grandpa and Grandma get visits from their kids who live in other countries, they themselves try to visit them whenever possible. For example, few years ago Alexander visited his relatives in Germany, where he stayed for one month. Grandma Emilia also recently visited three of her kids in the USA, which she says she enjoyed very much.

Grandma Emilia recently left to visit her son who lives in Russia, in the city of Prokopevsk, so Alexander is staying home by himself without any troubles. He cooks the food, feeds the chickens, keeps the fireplace running, and generally takes care of himself well. Alas, while he is capable of doing this today, it may not work out very well for him in the near future. Since both his and his wife’s health are not getting any better, they will soon need to start to exceedingly rely on some sort of a formal support.

Their daughter Nina, who lives in the USA and possesses a U.S. citizenship, says she has been paying someone to come and make sure that the house is clean every Friday for about two years now. Nina says that is very unfortunate that her parents are strictly against moving to the USA. If they agreed, then not only the probability of them obtaining a family reunification visa is relatively high, the availability and access to both formal and informal support would be dramatically improved for them. At this time, however, she regrets to admit that their stubbornness appears to make this goal unachievable. She says that she has thought about the inevitable future and will most likely hire a nanny for them when the time comes.

As the grandparents’ ability to fully take care of themselves declines, their kids and community friends continue to provide the required emotional and financial support, adjusting its frequency and magnitude accordingly. Since their relationship with their kids and grandkids living overseas is on an excellent level, the availability of both formal and informal, as well as both emotional and financial support is steadily rising.

Even though grandma Emilia says she would never touch a complex electronic communication device such as a computer, but I think that the availability and ease of operation of increasingly user-friendly video communication devices will make her change her mind, when she is shown how distance can no longer be the sole barrier that prevents her from interacting with her family face to face.

This is the second time I've been accused of miscommunication. I can't believe it.

Figure 1. Lil Wayne's "Cant't Believe It" music thingy. I googled "Can't believe it" and thats what came up in the image search first. I have not the slightest idea why it's even in this blog post.

So I did at first think they were just some little bee tuches, but no, it just had to be otherwise.

End of story. Now I must depart back to N.B.C.

Why Did You Go to College?

Why did you go to college? My subconsciousness sent me to college because I stuck my fingers into everything, and wanted to touch and destroy everything. It thought that keeping me busy would likely save me from being molested by this old lady (I think she is a farmer):

Figure 1: "You're next, buddy"

If your sense of danger does not ever fully kick in after you are born, your brain is then likely to develop missing this function throughout the entire life. Could this theory explain some apathetic and perhaps even artistic approach of some people to the topic of their own death?

Autobiography - Who am I?

Let's rewind waaay back! In the reverse logarithmic time progression, it basically goes like this: college->odd hobbies->love->odd hobbies->immigration->odd hobbies->childhood->odd hobbies->birth)

Today, I had a final exam for the mind-twisting electrical engineering course called the Electromagnetic Waves. Even though my average mathematical abilities have had a negative effect on my grades in this calculus- and physics- centered course, now I know how to use light to cut stuff up with unprecedented precision and minimal amount of energy loss. It is epic.

About a week ago, I finished writing a final proposal draft for our senior design project that will be executed next semester.

A month ago I had a really nice Thanksgiving holiday break with my family.

Half a year ago, I started my internship at Samsung Electronics, where I learned the true potential of computer processing power (versus the human processing power). This was achieved by working on a text-based machine learning algorithm (this project is incomplete - check my Projects page for any updates as well as the open-source code).

A year ago, I was working on a differential steering algorithm (see Projects page), which was completed and produced the results identical to the theoretical model.

Two years ago, there was some sort of modification or reorganization in the way I interpret life. I was no longer afraid of death or failure. I started to try living life as if the last day of my life was very near.

Four years ago, I decided to study Electrical Engineering.

Eight years ago, it was unbearably frustrating being bullied in school for simply not knowing how to speak English.

Sixteen years ago, I was about eight or nine. My curiosity led to a third electrocution accident. This one led to a temporary full-body paralysis which lasted an hour or so, followed by a limp-limb fun for the next twelve hours. Motor-control circuit (cerebellum) and other parts of the brain sustained a significant damage. It seems that most of the functional abilities were naturally repaired.

Twenty four years ago -- I was born.

Input Ramen Noodle Soup, Output High Power Laser Beam.

I don’t really want to go to a graduate school. The thing is that the graduate school is based on the same flawed system of reward and punishment methodology as is the undergraduate. I think that looking at the current state of our employment and education system and the challenges it is faced with, it appears that in the future I would only work for money to sustain the basic survival needs. The actual work of my life will be on the side, for fun, to see how far the limit of science and engineering can be stretched with the minimum amount of resources in my possession. The system of GPA has a flaw that unintentionally destroys the very thing it was designed to create and protect: the motivation to achieve.

How?

Back in December of 2009 I started working on a project to design a differential steering algorithm from scratch and test it on an custom-built hardware unit. The ambitious goal was to allow it to navigate on the uneven extraterrestrial terrain and thus perhaps help allow cheap robotic extra-planetary exploration possible. It barely held together mechanically, and had a couple of enormous bugs hanging out in the code, but it taught me something one can neither learn in school nor can find in the book. I documented the progress at http://newmech.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.htm, but then college kicked my ass.

Nowadays I don’t have time to work on the projects that I want to work on at all. I learn a great deal at school, but not as much as if school dedicated at least 50% of my time to work on whatever projects I feel are important.

Why?

There are quite a few challenging, relatively cheap, and quite very useful projects on my list that sit idle with little to no progress. This is no bird house building step-by-step stuff. Some of the projects require some formal exposure to the study of electromagnetic properties of materials, optics, electronics, programming, and high-level mathematics.

Random Project.

For example, today we have no cheap and portable rapid prototyping systems available to the regular citizens like you and me. A high power infrared laser sources are quite cheap these days, so one of the next projects would have to include high-power laser cutting applications. A 5 watt infrared laser diode can be purchased for less than a hundred bucks. If done properly, a single diode can quickly cut through most hard plastics and even some metals.

To me, electromagnetism is interesting, profitable, and above all, useful. I believe that the future will be dark and expensive without advancement and improvement of the high power laser technology. I know that a whole lot more research in this field is necessary in order for us to begin the era of truly automated gadget manufacturing and asteroid mining (an infinite number of applications).

When I get my undergraduate degree within this Spring, I will finally be able to work on these. What I hope to gain from the huge chunk of my life devoted to the study of the electromagnetism is important to me. As the popular TV commercial proudly announces, "there are some things money can't buy...".

Страх из будущего

Все вещи которые были мне дороги, ода за другой просто как-то исчезли из памяти. А может быть их даже и не было. Кого моя память запрятала в чёрный сундук далёкого и тёмного уголка этого мозга? Стоит ли нам заглядывать в наше прошлое, где спрятаны вещи способные уничтожить всё настоящее и всё будущее?

Интересно не то что присутствует ключ к этому сундуку памяти, но то что страшно подойти и открыть его.

Но как-же всё то что мы пишем в данный момент, или всё то что случится в будущем? Что случится с всем этим и тем? Где я сейчас? Что мне дорого? Куда я иду? Кем я буду? Где я буду?

Может всё-таки даже и не стоит беспокоится. Может быть надо просто жить как думаешь правильно.

Но, всё-равно страшно.