Imagine a World where Love is Forever...

Joe Betts-LaCroix: scientist, inventor and entrepreneur in biophysics, geochemistry and electronics. Joe went to Harvard to study biophysics and got a degree in Environmental Geoscience, published quantum tunneling research (Science) from his fellowship at Caltech, did Ocean Chemistry and built robots at MIT, founded OQO which made the world's smallest PC (Guinness, 2006), filed and sold scores of patents in thermal engineering, user interfaces, electronics miniaturization, cloud computing, wireless power and tunable antennas. He is now working to bring Halcyon Molecular to fruition.

This video presents ideas of how life-extension holds the potential to radically alter our ways of living. Aging is a disease of the body which science is - right now - in the process of curing.

Consider our current lives:- school, work, relationships, kids, rush to save for retirement, rush to fit in some fun stuff, then get ill and die - assuming you've managed to avoid fatal accidents and psychos, in which case not all of this list will be achieved. Much of this list will not be achieved to your full satisfaction anyway. We will always want more time. Well, I know I do.

Imagine how your own life would be if you could extend it, maybe indefinitely. How much more time you'd have for fun, for exploring the interests you've set aside due to a lack of time, for exploring the world and outer space. Imagine how much more freedom you'd have from the pressure to build up a financial nest egg. Imagine the hugely extended scope of possibility in all aspects of life, including in your relationships with other people. If you could know a person forever, how would your behaviour towards them change?

You think this will never happen? Watch the video, then think again.

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A Cure for Aging?

"All that we profess to do is but this, - to find out the secrets of the human frame; to know why the parts ossify and the blood stagnates, and to apply continual preventatives to the effort of time. This is not magic; it is the art of medicine rightly understood. In our order we hold most noble -, first, that knowledge which elevates the intellect; secondly, that which preserves the body. But the mere art (extracted from the juices and simples) which recruits the animal vigour and arrests the progress of decay, or that more noble secret which I will only hint to thee at present, by which heat or calorific, as ye call it, being, as Heraclitus wisely taught, the primordial principle of life, can be made its perpectual renovator...." Zanoni, book IV, chapter II, by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, first published in 1842. Oroboros keyring - Spooky Cute Designs The idea of being able to achieve an immortal life is probably as old as human life itself. Folklore and myt...

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Richard in the street entrance to his tattoo studio in Liverpool. The vertical sign next to Richard is now in the Liverpool Tattoo Museum. Yesterday, my sister Evelyn, Richard and myself stood outside Richard's old tattoo studio and looked up at the few remaining signs, whose paint has now mostly flacked away to reveal bare wood. On the studio's window are stick-on letters which read, "Art", where once it boldly announced his presence as the city's only "Tattoo Artist". I can remember him buying that simple plastic lettering from an old-fashioned printer's shop. This was in 1993, not long after he'd opened the studio and before he could afford better signs. After he'd patiently stuck them onto the glass we realised that from the outside the sign read "Artist Tattoo", so we had to carefully peel the letters off the window and have another go, laughing over having made such an obvious error yet worried in case we spoiled the letteri...

Dear Diary...

Do you keep a diary? Why did you start it, and, if you started one then stopped, why was that? What sort of things do (or did) you write about? I ask as, as a long-time diarist myself, there is an interesting piece in The Guardian today which talks about one woman's diary habit, which she began at the age of fourteen. I started a diary around that age too, but destroyed it after my mother accused me of using cocaine. A stern scene followed, with both parents perched ram-rod straight in their armchairs, while I was subjected to a heated inquisition. Where had I bought it, and who from? Didn't I know such things led to death and doom? I struggled to decipher their bewildering accusations, until Mum blurted out, "I read it in your diary!" To find my diary, Mum would first have had to rummage through my dressing table, obviously when I wasn't around to protest. Her intrusion on my privacy was assumed by both parents to be acceptable, and now, with this handwritten c...

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