Interdimensional hypothesis (Ufology) - Kook Science http://hatch.kookscience.com/wiki/Interdimensional_hypothesis_(Ufology) Interdimensional hypothesis (Ufology) From Kook Science The interdimensional hypothesis (IDH or IH), or extradimensional hypothesis (EDH), is a hypothesis in ufology that proposes UFOs constitute contacts with beings from other dimensions coexisting separate from but alongside our own, as compared to the extraterrestrial hypothesis (ETH) which suggests they are beings from other worlds. The earliest example of an interdimensional hypothesis was Meade Layne's Ether Ship theory of flying saucers; later, less spiritistic hypotheses have been advanced by such persons as John Keel, Jacques Vallée, and J. Allen Hynek. Further Reading Meade Layne, et al., "The Ether Ship Mystery and Its Solution" (1950) John Keel, "UFOs: Operation Trojan Horse" (1970) J. Allen Hynek, Jacques Vallée, "The Edge of Reality: A Progress Report on Unidentified Flying Objects" (1975) Jacques Vallée, "Messengers of Deception: UFO Contacts and Cults" (1980) Retrieved from "http://hatch.kookscience.com/w/index.php?title=Interdimensional_hypothesis_(Ufology)& oldid=1521" Category: Ufology This page was last modified on 3 Content is available under Creative Commons Attribution October 2013, at 00:01. Share Alike unless otherwise noted. 1 of 1 4/10/2014 11:38 PM Lay Bare the Questions: Leadership Lessons from Close By Bill Hogue Encounters any of life’s most important leadership lessons happen when our sense of “normal” is challenged or disrupted. We’re forced to adapt, improvise, and invent new pathways for achieving our objectives. Where do we discover these leadership lessons? They’re not all contained between the covers Mof business bestsellers. They can come from just about anywhere. Maybe even from close encounters of the fourth kind. That’s what I discovered early in my career. 24 EDUCAUSEreview JANUARY/FEBRUARY 2014 ILLUSTRATION BY STEVE McCRACKEN, © 2014 Lay Bare the Questions: Leadership Lessons from Close Encounters A beautifully appointed table laden reached forward—but time slowed, then What could I possibly say in a room that with heavy hors d’oeuvres lay before me. halted. My hand went still in mid-flight, a had so little oxygen left for someone like Serving platters gleamed, tastefully inte- bird with its mind gone blank. me? grated elements of a custom-designed This was no illusion. They were While I was thinking about all of this, set. To the left were elegant napkins, approaching, looming now in my Jobs turned his head toward me and said, folded just so. The room was the finest I’d peripheral vision. Walking. Toward. Me. “The best grapes in the world come from ever visited. I furtively glanced around, Sherry Turkle. Seymour Papert. Steve a vineyard I know.” A quintessential Jobs trying to figure out how people balanced Jobs. Steve Jobs?! comment—at once knowing, superior, napkin, fork, plate, wine, and conversa- With what felt like preposterous and gnomic. The three of them cantered tion with some semblance of grace. effort, I forced myself to turn my head away, buoyed by their own beauty and This was circa 1986, at a in their direction so that I could energy, thoroughbreds to my dray horse. stunning brownstone in focus more clearly. Sherry Or at least that’s how it seemed to me at Back Bay Boston. My invi- Transformative Turkle: media star and the time.4 tation was accidental, author of an influential I froze in the presence of three and my accepting it was people share book about the relation- geniuses. Then the moment passed. I a mistake. That was ever one attribute: ship of computer and resumed my grazing at the buffet table so clear to me as I sur- they disrupt our self.1 Seymour Papert: and didn’t shame myself during the rest veyed the food and real- gifted disciple of Jean of the evening, as best as I can recall. ized I had no idea what to sense of what is Piaget, artificial intelli- From the periphery, huddled near my eat. Most of this stuff was normal. gence theorist, inventor of wife, I watched what looked to be several unidentifiable, and I had a the Logo computer program- dazzling conversations among famous rule about putting unidentifiable ming language, and one of the god- and semi-famous people I didn’t recog- stuff in my mouth: don’t. My definition of fathers of what would eventually become nize then but whose work I came to know heavy hors d’oeuvres was a can of mixed the MIT Media Lab.2 Steve Jobs. Well, later. If I actually spoke to anyone, I don’t nuts with extra cashews, a box of Ritz what hasn’t been said by now about Steve remember what I said. Crackers, pimento cheese from the A&P, Jobs? On that day in 1986, the story of the and little Vienna sausages slathered in final quarter-century of his life hadn’t friend recently handed me a BBQ sauce with plenty of toothpicks for yet been written. He was about three book with a page clipped to spearing, maybe the kind with those fes- years younger than me. He’d already remind me of a basic truth: tive shreds of cellophane attached to one co-invented Apple and left it, under fire, nobody is thinking about end. That and a bucket of longnecks on then threw himself into the creation of you because everybody is too ice made a pretty nice spread. NeXT.3 Turkle and Papert were hosting Abusy thinking about themselves—just But somehow I’d crossed over into a him as the guest of honor. The topics of like you are.5 Had I understood this truth parallel universe where Vienna sausages the evening? The future of computing, in 1986, the evening might have taken a were neither seen nor discussed in polite the future of the self, and the future of different course—or my life might have company. The food before me looked art- both—computing and self—intertwined. taken a different course. What a powerful ful and savory, but I hadn’t a clue about Who was I? Well, my overwhelm- leadership lesson! Unchecked fears will most of what I was seeing. I was dead cer- ing and paralyzing realization at that dictate behavior. tain I’d end up with asparagus or caviar or moment was that I wasn’t any of them. I And here’s a corollary lesson: fears mushrooms or something equally suspi- was terrified, certain I was an impostor. intensify when you imagine people cious on my plate. What was I? A two-time college dropout are thinking about you. Back in 1986, I I had a sinking feeling. If I was this (and eventual graduate) who had paid needed to get a grip on reality. Turkle, anxious around the buffet, what on earth the rent by dressing mannequins as a Papert, and Jobs didn’t know a thing would my first conversation feel like? Per- stock boy in the Macy’s bra and girdle about me, not even my name. Nobody haps I could get away without speaking to department, had served as a guinea pig knew my fears, nobody knew my past, anyone. But how could I hide? There for biochemical testing in the U.S. Army, and nobody could predict—or dictate— were only about fifty people circulating had racked up all of seven years’ experi- my future. I could have stepped forward between two sumptuous rooms. This was ence in computing, and was now a grad and been big and bold and witty and dreadful, just dreadful, and I was barely student at Harvard working with Project insightful at that moment. That was the in the door. When might I escape? Athena at MIT. For me, computing and coin of the realm in this crowd. Instead, I I refocused my attention on the buf- self were intertwined indeed, but not in chose to be my smallest self. fet. Ahhh, something familiar, at last: the lofty philosophical way that Turkle, I understood all of this only years plates of cheese and grapes. I eagerly Papert, and Jobs were describing it. later. Back then, after my initial embar- 26 EDUCAUSEreview JANUARY/FEBRUARY 2014 rassment faded, I treated my experience universities where we dig through layers of portraits she had taken of Doc in situ, as a funny story to tell about how I went of accumulated knowledge and where surrounded by esoteric equipment in silent in the presence of Steve Jobs. But we discover and create new knowledge. his lab—much of it designed and built by eventually the real lesson from this close Transformative people share one attribute: Doc. It was all part of Edgerton’s “Strobe encounter sunk in: fear controls if you they disrupt our sense of what is normal. Alley” at MIT.7 allow it. So, you see, the evening was far The evidence is compelling. Doc had been charmed by Susan dur- from lost. Leadership lessons that yield As a younger man, I believed that ing their portrait session, and I quickly new layers of meaning over time are the each encounter with new ideas, new faded into the background. He stuck out most valuable lessons of all. Yes, I froze, perceptions, was just that: an encoun- his hand; when she reached toward him, and I lost the opportunity to listen to ter. I hadn’t yet figured out the people he quickly moved his hand from side to and be heard by three people who were angle. As a child coming of age in the side, up and down, like a darting hum- rewriting the rules of computers and 1960s, I thought disruption was normal, mingbird, before he laughingly grasped society.