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Our inability to rationalize the irrational

I found a letter to the editor that my dad wrote on September 13th, 2001,

In the aftermath of the horrific terrorist attack a few days ago, there seems to be a perception that the U.S. intelligence community had been completely unprepared for the magnitude of its ferocity and destruction.

The incomprehensible fanaticism motivating a large number of individuals prepared to commit their lives to such a suicidal and barbaric undertaking. presumably may have been considered an inconceivable scenario by intelligence strategists.

Nonetheless, the unthinkable has happened – which demonstrates clearly our inability to rationalize the irrational.

Abraham Truss, Scarborough (Ontario, Canada)

It was published on September 16th in The Toronto Star, page A12 in the Editorials and Letters section, changing only the opening sentence to clarify, “In the aftermath of the horrific terrorist attack in New York City last Tuesday…

The last sentence is chilling to me: “Nonetheless, the unthinkable had happened – which demonstrates clearly our inability to rationalize the irrational.”

As we approach 24 years after 9/11, it seems as though we are still committing irrational acts, and we are still incapable of rationalizing them. The news is filled with contrived rationalizations, profiles of killers, talking head debates, and biased perspectives inventing rhyme and reason for irrational acts. Reasons we search for, but are clearly unable to meaningfully comprehend. And still the irrational behaviours continue…

Brilliance lost

I’m visiting my mom with a huge task at hand. She will be moving soon and needs to downsize drastically. When my dad passed away a couple years ago I had to go through boxes and boxes of files. I reduced hundreds of boxes down to 8 that I kept. What did I think was worth keeping?

My dad was a brilliant man, genius level, with all the quirks that come along with Asperger’s level exceptionalism. He was a kind of mad scientist who came up with brilliant ideas that actually worked… he just never had the business acumen or any luck in getting these ideas to market.

I’m trying to document what I can (scanning his notes) to record two key concepts:

  1. A patent to extract platinum from catalytic converters and electronic waste. This was proven to work effectively with a grant from The Ontario Research Foundation or ORTEC.
  2. A diesel additive that mixed water and diesel to a perfect solution, and ran more efficiently than diesel alone. Dad experimented on old trucks and 2-stroke engines with his additive adding 10-25% efficiency, with higher efficiencies in older motors.

Both of these involve science well beyond my understanding and I’m struggling to decide what’s worth copying.

Then I come up to other ideas like a nuclear powered plane that he shared with the military. I have no idea what to do with this? I took a picture of a few pages, then I realized I just can’t keep this all. It would take me days and days to copy it all and nothing will ever come of it.

He had so many brilliant ideas and it’s just sad to see them disappear. But I don’t have 15 days to copy everything and sort it all in a meaningful way. I’ll be hard pressed even to copy everything for the two inventions above.

So back I go to try to archive this stuff as best as I can… hoping that some day someone can actually use his ideas rather than for his brilliance simply to disappear forever.

And that’s a wrap

My visit ‘home’ has come to an end. I had a wonderful time visiting with family and friends, and I achieved a lot. I sorted through the last of over 500 boxes of my dad’s files, and cleaned up my mom’s garage.

Last year working in the garage was almost all I did while here. This year I balanced the work with visits to friends and family. This year it really felt like a holiday. It helped that the majority of the work was done on my last trip, and yet it still took 7 trips to the dump with a packed RAV4 to clear out and recycle the last of his files.

I’ve kept 6 boxes of his work that I don’t know what I’m going to do with? This is his work that I know is innovative and brilliant, but who do I share it with? And how? My dad would have wanted it thrown away, but it would be sad to see the knowledge and insight he was able to achieve vanish.

But for tonight that is a question that will have to wait until another day, because I head home in the morning and this trip is a wrap.

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The accompanying image was taken with my mom after a walk earlier this evening.

Abe’s Boxes, a video Daily-Ink (and double post)

Too tired to write this all down, so here’s today’s post in video format.

Update: So, this will be a double post, two-days-in-one… The video was created yesterday, but at over 1 gig, I was having issues loading it to YouTube from my phone (it was taking way too long), and after a long shower I’m finally putting it on my laptop. I am too tired to get this done now, at almost 4am, it can load onto YouTube while I sleep. So, the above video is for August 17, and below is my August 18th Daily-Ink.

Today was absolutely exhausting. Loaded 164 boxes, each about 45lbs onto a UHaul and then took it to a recycling plant. I was able to use a dolly to get them on the truck 4 at a time…

But had to toss them out one at a time…

Doing the math, that’s 7,380 pounds of paper I threw out, and unfortunately there’s still a bit left behind.

Then after getting back to my parent’s house the basement cleanup started. We filled a friend’s trailer…

Truck…

And even his cab…

With everything from steel rods, a plasma cutter, tool boxes, solar panels, magnets. And more power transformers and duplicates of tools than any one person should ever own. There are two things my dad did that were beyond compulsive: one was printing and filing things he had read; and the other was compulsively buying far more of an item than he needed. If he needed one item, he bought three. If he needed 5, he bought 20. I wish that was an exaggeration, but it really isn’t.

My friend and sister joked that the local Staples and hardware stores were going to struggle financially now that my dad is gone.

I’m so glad that I was able to help out and get this stuff cleared out. It was cathartic, but also a little sad. First dumping his files that he spent decades collecting, then sending items off to auction likely for pennies on the dollar for what he paid. I’m glad the family is getting together for a memorial in October because I wouldn’t want the memory of today to linger.

Off to bed soon. I catch a plane back to Vancouver in the morning, then head directly to the ferry to visit my daughter I’ve barely seen since she returned from France in June. Tomorrow is going to be another busy day!

Lateral Thinking

Like I mentioned yesterday, my dad passed away leaving hundreds of boxes to sort through. Today I found a few with memorabilia and one specific one I was looking for with a diesel fuel formula he invented. Most of the other boxes were files with copies of patents and research my dad collected. Although, there were also quite a few boxes with some strange topics he also ventured into.

As a self taught generalist, my dad was always taking ideas and combining them, and he wasn’t afraid to delve as deep into ‘wu wu’ science as he did into ‘legitimate’ research. He had a knack for seeing connections where others didn’t.

So it was no surprise when I found these periodic tables where he was identifying the elements that were prime, double prime, and Fibonacci numbers, and looking at their isotopes.

This is the kind of thing my dad did. He would think laterally and make unusual connections that would be completely missed by anyone else… and the reason they would miss it is because there isn’t a logical connection.

My dad developed a CRO/REDOX process to chemically extract platinum and other precious metals from catalytic converters and recyclable computer components. He actually got a test lab built and proved the technology, while scientists at the Ontario Research and Technology Foundation (ORTECH, now ORF-RE) said it couldn’t be done, and even after it was proven said, ‘This shouldn’t work’.

But like many things, my dad had a different angle, and in this case a different perspective on the chemistry behind the process. And when he built the prototype, he made it modular so that he could expand it rather than rebuild it. For many reasons, including terrible timing with a stock market crash, this project never got off the ground.

The ideas that my father combined allowed him to be extremely creative and innovative. He was brilliant in the connections he made. Yet that same ability was also a disability. My father was also an end-of-the-world prepper, and followed a lot of conspiracy theories.

The same lateral thinking that made his scientific mind so brilliant also created lateral (read more as sideways) connections to far out conspiracies that kept the ideas alive long after others had moved on. Among his boxes and boxes of printed patents and research are other boxes with articles that I would describe more as delusional rather than just ‘fake news’. In fact these articles date back as far as 2004, long before the term fake news existed.

I think the internet broke my dad. He was a doomsdayer since the 80’s. After we watched World War III, a miniseries that aired on NBC on January 31, 1982, he turned the TV off and had a heart-to-heart with his kids. He basically told us that WWIII was inevitable in our lifetime. I remember getting upset not just that the world was going to end, because at 15 I believed everything my dad said, but also that my younger sisters were crying as he broke this ‘news’ to us. Why did they need to know this at those ages?

It got really bad with Y2K, that’s when he started ‘prepping’, storing food and collecting thousands and thousands of dollars worth of supplies. Supplies we now need to get rid of for pennies on the dollars spent. But what really made it worse after that was the internet. Dad found all kinds of websites that he considered reliable, some of which where known Russian propaganda sites, but that didn’t phase my dad who believed all kinds of conspiracies about big media. Now I’m not saying that big media is fully trustworthy, but I’d put more weight on them than on Russian propaganda websites.

So lateral thinking was both a blessing and a curse for my dad. Making incredibly insightful scientific connections made him a brilliant scientist and inventor. And making incredibly dubious doomsday connections made him a paranoid prepper, who always believed ‘the shit is going to hit the fan’ at any moment.

There is a fine line between brilliance and madness.

Boxes and boxes

My father passed away in late April. He was a wonderful and complicated man. He spent his entire life reading and learning. And among many other things he was an inventor. He was a genius, and also very quirky. In addition to being brilliant, he was also a zealous doomsday prepper. This complicated his ability to focus on his inventions, which is a shame because he had some proven technologies he invented that never came to life.

I’m visiting my mom now, and one of my tasks is to sort through 500+ boxes of files my father amassed, in an oversized garage. He was quite OCD, and would make multiple copies of patents and other research, and put them in individual file folders and then put those in file folder holders, the kind with a metal edge to fit into filing cabinets. But he didn’t have enough filing cabinets so they went into boxes.

Most of what I’ve uncovered so far is going to the dump. It’s reams of paper copies of things anyone can find freely on the internet today. My dad filed them as a way to remember as opposed to a reference he continually went back to. That said, in the coming days I’ll share some stories about his amazing memory and ability to find files in unmarked boxes and file folders.

But for now I’ll be in a garage with hundreds at boxes looking through them and searching for some of his inventions. I think it would be sad to throw away things like the formula to mix diesel fuel and water in a perfect solution that runs more efficiently than diesel on its own… one of the inventions or rather discoveries of my dad.

It’s sad to think that his brilliance wasn’t shared with the world. I hope I can salvage something that can be valued and put to good use. I only have a few hundred boxes to search through, and I say ‘only’ with a lot of sarcasm. In many ways these boxes represent who my dad was far more than his ashes do. He was happiest when reading, printing, filing, and ultimately boxing everything he learned and found important.

And so into the boxes I go. It’s a daunting task, but I’m developing a rhythm, and will hopefully not have to spend my entire trip boxed up in the garage.