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July 3, 2009
Method
July 2, 2009 Refuting Marx
"I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member." No! You can know little from the outside when speculating about appearance that often differs from substance. Join all clubs that provoke your curiosity and find out what they really are. Most members of any group are idlers and dabblers, but a small minority are interesting. Nature is not a democracy -- we are forever seeking the few, not the majority of the stupid, lazy, bored, or soulless. June 29, 2009 How I reorganized myself into a tiered government When the sovereign citizen defense failed at my last sedition trial, I began looking for a legally defined organizational scheme that provided shielding from meddling outsiders and established a comprehensive and robust framework for dynamic global transactions and partnerships. My legal staff determined I was best served by incorporating myself into a governmental system where I could personally serve most roles, whether on a voluntary basis or by conscription. At once I became a brave, bold nation! I immediately set out to establish formal peace treaties and trading arrangements with others reciprocally recognized as nations, clearly stating my intentions and desires for positive dealings. As a statesman I was professional and respectful, at no time telling beautiful nations that I'd like to annex their hilly regions, speaking too fondly of their ample natural resources, or boasting about how firmly our ruler ran the government. As a diplomat, I was dispatched to talk and play with other nations, deliberately and openly expressing interest while looking for mutual opportunities. Diplomacy is largely informal, consisting primarily of socializing, travel, and parties. Diplomats are beautiful people. My greatest stroke of genius was making the loyal opposition useful instead of a drag on the nation. Most people who define themselves as opposing something are not supporters of any positive vision, but only seek to slow, stop, or hassle others. Impressive deranged antisocial parasites! At best they are blustering loud mouth know-nothings hiding behind untested theories they advocate as proven solutions. But a few in their camp might have a good idea of two, though you'd never be able to pick it out because they have no demonstrated record of good ideas or the ability to validate a new one. So I called their bluff by requiring them to try out every idea they championed. Now instead of babbling empty words, they test and experiment to find out what is true and then they have something to actually talk about. My next sedition trial is in November. My defense will be that I was acting lawfully in accordance with my role in a legally established governmental system. If I don't win, I reserve the right to continue referring to myself as a government rather than merely in the third person as the lesser sovereign do. June 20, 2009 Emergency Court Ruling and Declaration of War A realization I've been considering for several years has become undeniable, and thus is became necessary to gather the wise elders of my nation and make a final judicial ruling. Effective immediately, all thought is forbidden as unnecessary and generally wrong. The "educated" are but ponderous formulaic speculators who overthink the trivial, mishandling everything their once adroit minds touch. Through bad abstractions and paralyzing passivity they misunderstand everything simple while mastering the imaginary. Everyone naturally knows everything they need to know when it is necessary to know it. A fertile mind generates infinite thought without needing to be reduced to rehashing dull rote responses. Worse is the arrogance of constantly getting things wrong, but not having awareness that the emulated methods and teachings are repeatedly faulty. Thinking is not only a handicap, but an unnecessary complexity separating people from reality. These are busy days in my kingdom! My legislature had an emergency session to declare war against all English style politeness. Masters of indirectness and evasion, the English style is also famous for shaping the most effeminate men on the planet, pathetic creatures completely unable to face anything. Where decent people speak honestly, openly, and directly, politeness is an affront to reality that avoids necessary and essential communication by steering around it and then trying to ignore and deny the implications of doing so. As all agree truth is more honorable than comfort, politeness has been banished and its practitioners expelled as felonious deceivers who give aid and comfort to the enemy. Ecrasez l'Infame! June 16, 2009 Behind Door #3 Unknown of unknowns, looming questions marks, believers in conventional propriety: is it honorable to leave essential mysteries unseen? The fish that got away but held your hand before it vanished happily reacquaints in private recollections. What is "supposed" to happen is just a guarded barbed wire assumption. One "supposes", i.e. projects expectations, and this immediately assumes an answer as an echo to the projected expectation, avoiding anything that could be an experience or discovery. Bold inaction! Heroic resigner! Solipsistic sloth! If you don't climb the fence you will forever be self-immobilized and left outside. You might get scratched when you climb, but wounds are made to heal. Treat discomfort like pain, a signal that something with potential is in motion, but do not oppose, avoid it, or take it too seriously. Consider also that there is no discomfort in vapid routine, but often numbing, so the opposite of what brings that result should be an inviting suggestion. Become comfortable with discomfort to the extent of seeking discomfort when there is something calling you to make your appearance. Fences are there to be climbed and there is surely someone who wants to meet you on the other side. Do not deny your potential companions or yourself. June 11, 2009 Crooked Ghetto Hash Play
I decreed you'd agree June 8, 2009 Buddhism as Annihilation
The traditional Western instinct is perseverance despite all tragic happenstance and misfortune. Not to feel sorry for oneself or others, but to take pause to understand and then shrug off a temporary setback, and to keep going without holding on to failure. There is a natural resistance to internalizing grudges, becoming mean, or creating emotional baggage as misplaced revenge upon the innocent randomness of life. Misunderstanding and misstepping are forgivable, but lashing out only multiplies and distorts the original error. When we disregard pain, we go farther and see more. We pay with pain and come to regard it as benevolent and honest, for it delivers exactly what it promises and brings a gift of wisdom when it makes its appearance. Pain is an honest visitor whom we can always respect and welcome. It means no harm by awakening and you can be thankful later for not raising the sheets to sleep away the day.
Then Socrates, sitting up on his bed, began to bend his leg and rub it with his hand, and as he did so remarked, "How strange is the thing called pleasure, and how curiously related to pain, which might be thought to be the opposite of it! For they never come to a man together, and yet he who pursues either of them is practically compelled to take the other too. They are two, and yet grow together out of a single head. If Aesop had thought of it, he would have made a myth about how Pleasure and Pain were at war with one another and God wanted to reconcile them. But as he was not able to do that, he joined them together at the head, which is why when you meet with either pleasure or pain, the other one soon follows." Buddhism fears and avoids pain, as well as honesty about life. It hides and rejects possibility, desiring solipsism and retreat. Instead of honorably facing life, it seeks a quick way out, demanding amputation for a scratch and a diet of opium so as to not feel or experience, for it lacks the constitution to endure and more importantly: faith that life is just. This faith can be hard especially under modern conditions. We are topsy-turvy, disbelieving of the future, skeptical of society, and cynical about others. Compounding disaster, witnessing casualty begets more casualties.
Like monkeys exchanging knowledge through mimicking, we teach each other self-destruction as a normal behavior to tolerate, even calling it a "choice", simultaneously aware of and in denial of the inevitable consequences it brings. Cognitive dissonance swarms under the surface of a creature that otherwise presents a calm appearance, but storms surges will always find a way out and the tornadoes leave a wreck in their path before they collapse in shambles. By the time realization arrives of the gifts and rare opportunities that were squandered, it is too late to recover them. Negative sum games leave all participants impoverished, eventually encouraging withdrawal from the whole. Thieves and squanderers add to the farce by stealing from each other while dressing up to appear healthy like the normal people they curse. Christianity's hollow promises and demands to believe in imaginary forces have eroded the meaning of "faith" by making it into a laughable premise of believing in supernatural happenings that everyone knows don't exist.
Faith is not belief in the imaginary, but is an accurate sense of how things will tend to turn out when participants work towards a shared goal. We can choose to make a heaven on earth and live a meaningful life, or we can sabotage and doubt everything, leaving us with the alternative of a miserable existence that requires every denial, forced blindness, and extreme coping mechanisms for which there is never enough sugar to mask the bitter taste. Our hands and will can craft almost anything, but more important is keeping our bare souls from nihilism. Everyone decent wants roughly the same love, lasting passions, and thrilling magic -- but few know the language to express that or their honest desires and dreams. Without faith, eventually doubt creeps in and soon Buddhist caves are sought as hiding places. Seen from the outside, this is tragedy as are severe consequences from all petty misunderstandings, squabbles, lost soulmates, broken loves, and missed connections. A few errors, suspicions, or speculative dreams of no real consequence can derail great potential, and though it could be trivially uprighted, there is instead muddled spite that snarls and cripples. Nowhere else is an all powerful god concerned with human affairs more necessary and absent. We who have great love and belief in the essential character of others can see how forgiveness and a blank slate can resurrect even a disaster to restore pristine youthful vitality. A soul becomes dry and weak through lack of reverence and lost desire for one's special fate. But even rolling blockades cannot prevent the aspiration that brings destiny. Not denial of life, but desire for more life! Essentiality, not escape; recognition, not fleeing; not denial of pain, but paying tribute to pain and passing through its gates. Take care as you make your way through the world - a single shot of Buddhism can poison the well. June 6, 2009 No Reservation Required
Benevolent censorship: "I love you, but..." (This phrase banned by Universal Directive 9.17.b(7) § 127.2) Love anyway, flaws and all, for to make demands that something be other than itself is madness. We will not wait for botched proofs by self-professed authorities or the "objective" who produce arbitrary guesses. We only acknowledge and venerate the honest before and beyond us. Reservations and conditionals suffer the same problem as waiting. The world is a kaleidoscope of entropic chaos, never linear, never to return. Waiting and hoping have never yielding anything but disappointing self-torture. Revere yourself and totality by reserving nothing but instead seizing possibility before it vanishes forever. If you share a desire and can meet someone halfway, everything else will follow as it should. June 3, 2009 Beautiful Strangeness
As unschooled alchemists, we forgive ourselves for we know not what we do, except that we cast magic and live the most beautiful strangeness. From time immemorial we have experienced unknown chemistry that repeatedly yields delightful miracles that we hide and cloak from the uninitiated. With too many coincidences to dismiss we begin to nod in acceptance and even come to anticipate the improbable as it is repeatedly given to us. All of nature plays out its cards, acting within its abilities. Brambles, weeds, poison, stingers, snarls, and fangs are not negative things to slander, but are mere shields and property lines. A thorn is a fence like a mountain range, signifying a breachable barrier, just as a closed door requests a knock. Not to see too much or too little - that is our gift. What are we doing and why? If it is magic then I will bet my fate on it each time, especially when we are beyond words and practical concerns. June 1, 2009 When We Were Children
No longer content to feign satiety, we turned away from childish ways and set aside childish things. We banished hope, mocked the liars, and excommunicated the repeaters of untruth. We did not want illusions, self-deception, empty promises, and sweet fairy tales of unreality. We did not desire a drugged stupor of robot smiles and cheerful platitudes, nor prophecies that demanded waiting for the impossible that will never become true. We have seen and experienced too much to stay silent. We see it cruel to sell fables; brutal to paralyze others with delicious but fraudulent explanations. Not only do these weigh on another's temporal life, but we do not wish to be associated with writing such behavior into eternity. We left the blind and comfortable multitudes. We found ourselves unable to participate in mendacity. We could not conspire against and curse life. We we unrecruitable for Sisyphean missions. We saw ourselves outnumbered, outgunned, and surrounded -- yet suffering no threat of defeat because we saw through every illusion in our path, and all that opposed us was but a paper tiger unaware of its feebleness. How could we be untrue to ourselves? We were from birth sworn enemies of the lingering uncrushed infamy. We turned toward one another, looked deep in each other's eyes and spoke in plain and total honesty. Did we sometimes speak of what is dark and bare? Yes, just as we do not step away from what is beautiful, vivid, tender, and delightful. Our souls are vast and rich continents with turns, mountains, valleys, forests, gardens, graveyards, and unseen multitudes. We had too much love to hide or wait. We left behind the safety of the numbing bubble and made our way into the wilderness that was still alive. May 28, 2009 Validating California liberalism Bandit of bandits! I found a way to validate the downtroden by stealing from them and thus generously affirming that they once had something of worth. I stole from the California liberals the idea of removing all negativity immediately around them -- and then promptly expanded the criteria of undesirable behaviors. May 13, 2009 Witnessing a Guilty Confession
A: What are you thinking about?
May 12, 2009 Reconcilable Differences I overthrew my austere king's cabinet, discarded archaic lawbooks, and combined the loyal opposition with an expanded research center that abolishes speculation by testing all worthy possibilities. As self-appointed prime minister, district selectman, and captain of my soul, I decreed amnesty and safe harbor to all old enemies, vandals, pirates, mental patients, severed relationships, lost opportunities, and other botches to be named later. With everfaith that everyone does and is doing the best they can, how could anything turn out other than it has? We simply weren't up to it; our constitution unable to muster the glue to hold together our thirst for expansion, so we fell into smaller, simpler, lesser restful pieces and retracted thereby. Are they even enemies? Some are malicious surely, but there is no fruit in fictionalizing motives about the wicked who must lash out in their torment. Let us understand without moralizing. Nothing can be different from what it is, so teaches the mirror. And if it cannot be different, so too is it not responsible for its essence and contingencies. Hallelujah!! All is forgiven, all is accepted, victory and failure alike.
May 10, 2009 Sweet France - to live, love, suffer, and laugh More Kisses
I have taken France as a mistress
May 7, 2009 Horizon of the soul The World We Dreamed
Under endless skies, clear, blue and fertile
Heated touch, warm blood rising
You could not "save" the world
May 5, 2009 One Good Argument I have previously considered arguments to be a pointless battle of monologues, and though they are useless for deciding the truth of a matter with someone who defends or asserts an ideology they feel attached to, a good argument reveals discordant interpretation. A friend and I got into a furious argument in a highly public location, neither of us caring who saw and heard. We had at it like a bitter married couple, with awesome yelling, absurd name-calling, and wildly venomous accusations. It was a sustained explosion, but after the release, we traded interpretations of the problem, which was found to not actually exist, and then we laughed at the ridiculous behavior just displayed.
Often what someone says with great emotion is not what they really care
about, but is the best approximation they can summon up at the moment and
reasonably approximates feelings they don't understand and are often
separate from reality. It doesn't hurt to listen with a curious ear, but
the conflict has to eventually contact the real issue. Consider it abstract
art, taking none of it literally because it is trapped in language.
In this case, she was honest and comfortable with directness even after the storm subsided - an unusual but valued temperament. A friend's fundamental fairness and acceptance of reality is reassuring and obviates the need to strongly dilute real life with comfortable cliched lies. It also lets you know someone is honest and a straight player who can be trusted with anything. The worst is when you come to expect everything someone tells you to be a fraud. It's also a good way to find what someone is made of. I find myself now sometimes instigating even petty arguments with people I size up as difficult, just to more quickly get to their substance. If that's the fastest way to truth, strap in - we're going for a wicked high speed ride on unpaved roads. There's a really beautiful landscape around the bend that could take months or years to get to by conventional paths, if it's even reachable that way. Discard your travel habits and enjoy navigating the rough roads. They are more honest. May 3, 2009 Perpetual Spring I wish I could point to the origin of what might be the second greatest gift of my life, but its core has always been present in me. I've always enjoyed peeking behind the curtain to quietly watch bad actors put on their shows and offer silly explanations to mask their motivations. What moderns say is often a world apart from they are thinking and what they do, so language gets thrown out from the start and everything has to be filtered through a prism that accounts for their denial of basic reality. Such adroit contortions to try to meet halfway! My last year was quintessentially bizarre, but also brought a necessary rebirth. As it ended, I took stock of everything, threw most of it away as useless and confining, and realized what I liked most was the enjoyment of life: its mysteries, bounties, possibilities, and perpetually blank slate - and being around others who also understood and shared this. Not people drowning in fear, foolishness, escape, routines, safety, and comfortable lies. Red raw life as it truly is, not transparent evasions or childish dreams for imaginary realities. Immediately I was again attracted to everything beautiful and vivid. In turn, I made everything around me this way: bright, joyful, fertile, fun. I deserved and had a right to it. Laughter at foolishness, unable to take nonsense seriously even if it is someone's everything. I fled to sun and warmth and rediscovered my essence that had become bogged down in numbing domestication and trained housecat routines. We often learn best from painful errors, however well intended, and should welcome them as beneficent teachers who save us from that type of repeated suffering. Spring is my one of my favorite metaphors and realities. After a long slumber everything comes back to life. Flowers rise from nothingness and blossom. Birds sing with effortless pleasure. Light playfulness abounds. Not only is the air warm, but women too go into heat and remind how alluring they can be after a winter of androgynous multi-layered attire. They frolic and play, luring us toward their essence. Anything is possible once again and so much should be attempted. Destiny is forever at hand. All of this is undeniable nature captured in a feeling, but what matters is what the feeling inspires. Why not perpetually carry this within you? February 18, 2009 Six Summer Verses
January 28, 2009
Failure is normal
 The normal state of the world is failure. The appearance of civilization, culture, intelligence, quality, and organization is a rare and fragile exception, usually noticed only when waning. Anything valuable is easily destroyed, and sure to be targeted by the jealous who do not possess it, but to assert protection even from innocent vandals requires a consuming defensive posture -- a psychological casualty often worse than what it attempts to defend against. If scavengers remove something of value, this is just the erasing of an exception. One sees this comedy in former colonies that inherited the gifts of previous organizers but lack people who can uphold them. A normal state of civilization returns despite the temporary aberration. Successes are typically effortless applications of vision and will upon the blank slated world, but you can learn more from disasters than successes, especially great disasters where much value is lost. This is why breakups, financial collapses, and unnecessary deaths are so interesting, especially when they result from phantasmagoria, instability, or speculative gambits. After destruction appears, the cause no longer matters, but the type of wreck often gestures at a larger repeating idea of which the event was only a single instance. Thus there is greatness revealed in the terrible as a wonderful example of a type. What more could one desire but to see well formed examples? The car wreck, the biting snake, or the collapsed hedge fund are all performed by splendid actors quite believable as the exemplary villains or innocents they portray. Spending time in third world nations and sensing the tempo and substance of daily existence is a great reminder of the normal conditions of life. The third world is a great liberation because it punctures the bubble of first world unreality.
Life here is easy and beautiful. The eternal feminine draws us onward. January 19, 2009
Chinese Democracy: Axl Rose and Romanticism
December 31, 2008 Reflections on 2008 My heaviest year, my most trying year. Things I was not ready for came regardless, some with the pointless stupidity of a violent death. Hangmen were paid and life went on. As I passed through the valley, a previously unvisited landscape came into view. In sum, my best year ever despite great losses. Grand travels to strange and familiar places, most notably coming to enjoy 5am prayer calls in Islamic lands and then spending the best of spring and summer with Europe's varied flavors. Also several possible futures extinguished, including at least one marriage that will never be.
After losing a long love, finding deep Platonic love (so much more to give when you refuse to possess!) and renewed faith in the decency of the universe. Complicated considerations and a chance encounter with theater brought the simple realization that lasting friendship is more desirable than transitory passionate love, and that from a base of friendship anything further is possible. Reckless romance almost succeeded in buying an incredible woman I've never met a house in a country neither of us has ever been to -- alas she too vanished like the dreams through which I know her best. Exquisite temptress! Wonderful voyages through art, overcoming linguistic limits by having the most intelligent conversation in at least a decade without using any language, communicating entirely through music. Sapir-Whorf mocked by compelling counterexample. A feeling of senseless death everywhere with too many possibilities prematurely aborted. Consequently gaining complete comfort with senselessness as common and typical, one more piece of modernity around which to navigate, but also increased perspective on the fragility of almost everything, how short a life we have to do what is necessary, and the brutal cost of frivolity and waiting. What do you do when your greatest hopes vanish? You can only continue living, now a vagabond with a lighter sack. A loss is almost a gain; no longer any need to prepare room and contingencies to nourish a previously desired future that has died. It's gone and won't be coming back - make a new future. Thus a radical reduction to third world simplicity: nothing is waiting, thus freedom to wander with neither schedule or responsibility to anyone or anything. The world opens again, and it is not even spring yet. Not bothered by total uncertainty because of no external expectations. I have nothing, thus nothing to assert, nothing to defend, and no worries about keeping it. Unusual math: lowered hopes in others, lowered estimations of others, increased aspirations. Cheerful unbitter northern pessimism digging in for a long winter. Hopefully others are doing the best they can as they struggle with whatever troubles them. For personal preference: change locations to find where more rigorous and happy people reside? A long and circuitous path returning to previously discovered answers. Feelings of freedom from form (all truths will shape themselves just fine), increasingly broad views including an immediate sense of unstated implications in all ideas and their inevitable consequences lingering far ahead. Every fact or claim seen in perspective of what must come with it, past, present, and future. Hidden elements in partial stories flare naked. The volume of destruction and self-destruction are part of living in a terrible era, but this is the only one we can live in, so we must accept its character and effects, most importantly seeing them as they are without idealism or romanticism. Skepticism towards all idealists and their desires: who wants something except those who do not have it and cannot create it? Wary of illusionists, romantic embellishments, imaginary worlds, and other delicious poisons. Gravitation towards simplicity and destruction of pretense. Finding no resistance; others either lower their guard out of comfort or cease elaborate fictional explanations because they sense the impossibility of having incongruous tales and ornamentation believed. Wonderful gifts from kind spirits: especially Ingmar Bergman! After visiting his Fĺrö this summer, reflection on his films as saying what we all know, but he says it so crisply and with delicate artistry. Proof that some films are actually worth watching, not just moron fodder for the perpetually bored suffering from free time. Realism, long intelligence and inner warmth of northern souls seeking others worthy of a chance. Are not all who are good people also neighbors with enough time to talk a little to one another out of more than utilitarianism? December 27, 2008 Witchcraft Today
The facts of life are the same today as thousands of years ago and the conditions that allow man to be drawn to irrational conclusions and compel others to join him there remain as strong as ever. Even hundreds of years after persecuting witches, the same mechanisms used for witch hunts continue in the present day, using modern standards of "truth" based on self-flattering prejudices, new witchcraft experts, and loud proclamations of pseudo-knowledge about the wickedness of witches and other imaginary dangers. After the madness of the 1692 Salem witch trials that found 29 people guilty of witchcraft and killed 20 of them for their heinous crimes, one of the witchcraft juries recanted after realizing they had no real knowledge or ability to judge whether anyone was actually a witch, saying
The technique of labeling others remains powerful and common today. Unwelcome ideas are labeled with pejorative titles so their advocates can be dehumanized, depersonalized, and marginalized. Even "educated" people, well schooled in repeating platitudes learned from televisions and professors, often oppose ideas with nothing but ad hominem attacks on their originators. They then rally opponents of an idea who collectively say the idea is wrong because it is unpopular, i.e. a loud group opposes an idea and proclaims it unworthy of logical consideration. The same group supports a different idea because they or their televisions and teachers deem it "good", though it quickly wilts if given rational scrutiny. The process of supporting and opposing an idea based on irrational crowd delusions is especially amusing when a great mind is summarily dismissed for expressing an unpopular opinion, as if mindless obedience to modern trends carries more weight than thoughts a genius might have considered carefully for decades. Rather then dispute the facts or reasoning of an idea, the true heirs of witch hunts label a person or idea, gather witnesses to testify their personal biases against the accused, and seek resolution by settling the matter with unjust force. The accusers enjoy the privilege of being taken seriously, preventing a hundred false assumptions from being challenged. It is really evil to hold an "erroneous opinion"? Is there any evidence that casting spells is even possible? If someone flew through the air or turned another person into an animal, does an enemy's claim of this make it believable? Should having an opinion contrary to authorities be enough reason to punish someone, especially if they make a convincing argument for being more correct? The war against modern day witches continues the tradition of censorship seen previously in churches and royalty that protected their power by controlling which ideas could be expressed. The role of censors has since been largely outsourced to superstitious citizenry championing the masses and offended by any truth contrary to the superstitious ideals of the day.
If Socrates lived again today he would again be attacked for offending small minded officials. Voltaire would be exiled, imprisoned, and slandered; Galileo censored and called immoral by a superficially different mass of superstitious opponents. Instead of tolerating campaigns enforcing the dogma of the irrational, we should point out how modern day crusaders and witch hunters instigate elaborate battles to defend lies, superstitions, errors, and illusions. Though they often succeed in imprisoning witches and silencing wizards, they are acting with ignorance and malice as they repeat history. December 11, 2008 Soulmates However certain and sure footed our plotted path, we are irresistibly compelled to new considerations when the absurdly improbable appears before us. It is easy to accept oneself as unusual and incomprehensible to others, to dismiss mortals as hopelessly lacking in thoughts, inner spark, and experiences necessary for an inspired life, or to see aspects of their character as fatally flawed. These comfortable assumptions are immediately overturned when an exception arrives and we consider the possibility of being understood and sharing something better than solitude and silence, or at least different. "Why have we been walking separately in the same direction when we could walk together for a while? You are no stranger; we speak at least one common tongue. Surely we have a few worthy stories and secrets to exchange. Like comfortable old friends, we shall talk into the night, and perhaps for a long while thereafter." Mullah Omar had his bin Laden. Each initially saw the other as naive, misguided, but also curiously interesting, steadfast, and fearless -- potentially great partners for adventure if they could ever agree on what they would like to do and stop disagreeing about everything else. For that, time casts perspective on lucky meetings so that rare possibilities are not smothered by petty differences. "Let us not bicker or stand apart on account of disagreements. What do little opinions and details matter in the scheme of things? What we could achieve together is all that is important." Here we are in our restlessness and chaos, however troubling seem our excesses and protruding corners. But the difficult edges of our personalities are navigable and often harbor a core as warm and tender as the exterior is abrasive and inhospitable, well crafted to fiercely drive away vagrants and vandals. We are appropriately loyal to ourselves and our soulmates, accepting both truth and consequences. "You have done this? So be it! No explanation is necessary. I trust in you and all fate. Now let us play it out in full until the end, come what may." A docile, ripe world waits to be taken and unveil its secrets to the brave and daring. Though solitary you begin and are content to remain, a soulmate can appear when you least expect it, transforming your journey with the gentlest questions, rarest light, and most subtle textures. If you reinterpret your journey as constituting mere form, you will see how your soulmate helps to endow it with substance. November 30, 2008 How to interact with me
References available upon request
November 28, 2008 Time to bleed (pain as transcendable preterite)
November 27, 2008 Playtime Adult responsibilities are tiny, instantly forgettable burdens - yes, one needs appropriate shelter, food, and transportation, but acquiring these takes nearly no effort and thus claims of overburden are absurd or reveal a broken constitution. Much more important is sustaining childish wonder and an eternal spark: curiosity to see how things work and find out for yourself what no one can tell you, to see the world from close and afar, to find suitable playmates, to periodically discard boundaries, assumptions, habits, routines, and previous structures to clear a cluttered virtual landscape, to obey inspiration wherever it leads you, to write a love letter or appreciative note, always keeping in mind the blessing of knowing special people, to trust yourself entirely even as you venture into unfamiliar worlds, to aspire towards ever greater meaning, purpose, and truth, to have wonderment at the strangeness of things and their unusual beauty, considering and then attempting alternatives while at the same time accepting what stands for now in its glorious banality, to accept no easy or fraudulent answers, to speak truths among friends without self-censorship, to slay saints while laughing at vaunted ghouls and phantoms, to transform into judge and jury of oneself and to become more militaristically strategic from that assessment, to easily dismiss fools, the confused, the dogmatic, the idly wandering, and the malicious instead of concerning oneself with them and their maladies, and most of all having eyes that still flash with interest and a perpetually fresh spirit that never sinks too low or grows dull. November 26, 2008 As Life and Death Unfold My mindreading ability is quite poor. I end up learning about people through open undirected conversation and genuine questions about what they are thinking, doing, and planning, or even more abstractly wandering with them in what they wish to explore. We are alive only briefly and should have honor enough among friends to have honest discussions, no matter how uncomfortable a truth might seem. The more direct something is discussed, the more quickly we can resolve misunderstandings and address conflicts that have not yet been overthrown. This approach also means sometimes not raising the obvious. You can't tell moderns what will work or they will sabotage it, nor can tell them what will fail or they will almost surely do it. Oh you clever nihilists and self-destroyers, attempting to prove everything sane, healthy, and beautiful is impossibly out of reach! If they dismiss truths or evade questions, responding with a gentle detachment releases pressure to provide an answer and so the situation can drift away in comfortable denial and obsolescence. You're going to be here your whole life so it's better to become comfortable and adept with reality instead of burning time trying to evade and deny it. That doesn't mean comformity or rebellion -- both are easy, false answers -- but rather seeing possibility and choosing wisely so you can at all times make for yourself the life you deserve. By instinct I prefer being a storyteller to being a lecturer, as most knowledge flows from examples of interesting living and events reaching natural conclusions. Even hypotheticals can often be explored through stories, using reality checks at developing stages to assess likely outcomes. As with emotional intelligence, the exploration can only be as good as the raw material being used. At first it is unpleasant when you sense the rhythm and tempo of what people are doing because you begin to see several steps in advance that they are preparing a harmful failure. How meticulously they perform each step of this ritual! The result becomes inevitable long before it happens, but time remains necessary for its conclusion to develop. Nothing suffices to halt their sequence, nor can they be pushed out of the way of their self-created onrushing bus at the last moment. They have made an alliance with this fate and must perform dutifully to the end. Perhaps their devotion even earns them their destiny. As Schopenhauer wrote, "Every great pain, whether physical or spiritual, declares what we deserve; for it could not come to us if we did not deserve it." We can only have a thick skin for watching others harm themselves and others. We do not acquire a taste for witnessing destruction, but rather come to a soldier's realistic acceptance that destruction and misery is common in this era of confusion and dissolution. Being smart is no salvation either -- usually that just means more creative mistakes and the ability to go farther when lost before their ingenious ships run aground. After too many viewings of this repetitive carnage, we accept it as "normal" because it is common and can no longer consider it of any great concern, even when people we love are harming themselves and force us to watch their torment. After all, humans are resilient and our humanity must be also. We can take it on faith that from pain comes wisdom, and from this a broader foundation for contemplation and consideration can emerge. They will do better next time and over time good people will do well in general. Not all is lost. November 22, 2008 Obesity is progress and enlightenment I forget sometimes that some people grew up always having the Internet, cell phones, fat people, lazy people, stupid people, unknown neighbors, and no community. Even ten years before all that, though civilization was still in its accelerating decline, you could find plenty of sane and healthy examples of quality people. This was before retreating into virtuality was possible, escapism and drugs were mainstreamed, or "hooking up" was invented. Some standards still held. Do not think that the way things are today are the way things have always been, or that "progress" is anything more than decay, or that Europe or other parts of the world are moving quite so fast into the ditch. Go back to sources just a few decades ago and you'll see the time as quaint and innocent, maybe even boring in its calmness and normalcy.
Q. What would people do if they didn't have stuff to click on all day?
Q. What if people had to plan in advance to meet friends at a specific location at a specific time but didn't have cell phones?
Obesity is best understood as a form of progress and enlightenment. Stuff your face with junky garbage and stare at idiocy on a glowing screen. All the morons are doing it - it's smart. Life doesn't get any better than that baby!
November 15, 2008 Do something, do anything Nietzsche advocates an almost feral way of life as a way to break through paralysis, whether caused by society, self, or other. As a "physician of the soul", he avoids easy dogmatic solutions by prescribing no specific method or goal. What matters is having your own calling and obeying your inner nature's will for exemplifying a particular possibility, often a range of moving possibilities over time. By connecting with what moves us, taking action to affirm our wishes becomes inevitable -- a sort of magic. Assuming your childhood was like mine, you will know the magic of thinking "the world (or at least my world) should have [x] in it, thus I will create it by doing [w,y,z], regardless of what others say should be or not be done, for my decision is correct, aligned with the universe, and just, and will be seen as such when it is birthed." This is wildness, a spirit not destroyed, a dreamer who creates without restraint, and it is also a spark of genius that is often natural in childhood without needing to be taught and can only be lost by being snuffed out. Moralists will say it is irresponsible for people to make their own choices, meaning they want a society that is normative, standardized at the level of an educated person who competently repeats newspaper cliches, professors, and television programs but cannot form a critical thought. Nothing happens in that stagnant utopia because everyone who could exhibit magic is too timid or uncertain of themselves -- a sickness that was not there in the innocence of youth. But what do the voices of sheep herders matter? Let those driven by fire light up the world. November 12, 2008 Disposable girlfriends (invert the dominant paradigm) Most guys meet girls randomly, whether in bars, parties, or other contrived escapist settings, and then try their best techniques to bed them for the night or a little longer. Sometimes when it works, a relationship ensues, developing into evenings and weekends with someone new and enjoyable: drinking, eating, entertaining, talking, goofing around, and maybe then moving in together, at least until the consequences of the real personalities emerge and someone's expectations are shattered. When the illusion is broken and the fervid mutual passion they once had evaporates in the face of bare realism carrying too heavy a weight, the pair inevitably develops (or rather cultivates!) problems and usually splits soon thereafter. All they had was blinding hope and burning desire, but had not developed a lasting love for each other -- only for the hunger of their passions and what they wanted the other person to seem. Passion is essential but by itself is a veil that leads people to blindly rush into hopeful mirages when instead they could enjoy courting, flirting, and playfully exploring while getting to know the person that has intrigued and attracted them. By appreciating what draws you together and savoring every taste, you can take your time and get to know them for who they are. This lets you find out if they are worthy of your efforts and love, for if they shine true you can more easily give them everything. Popular aggressive dating advice tells men and women both to avoid being categorized as friends, calling friendship a dead end at odds with their advice for achieving a high number of serial short-term hookups. But a friend is the most able to offer honorable love without deception, while romantic conquistadors prefer to carefully present a persona crafted for plundering. By the time you find out who the other person really is behind the mask and see that you could not possibly have a future together, they are already on their way to the next stop in their relentless voyage of unsatisfied consumption. After dramatic fights and breakups, a mere romantic girlfriend is gone forever, which is probably for the best if a couple could not find a lasting purpose and joy in each other. In contrast, a friend remains a friend even if a passionate relationship blows up, and perhaps later you can even forgive and laugh about your mistakes and difficulties. Friends outlast even severe blunders, as those are part of the personality you have come to know and accept. Friends remain in your life for what they always were and both of you can take pride in having once hoped for more, and then surviving when your greater aspirations failed. As friends, all doors remain open for what matters the most: bringing two spirits close for honest communication, shared curiosity, adventure, reliable support, mutual nourishment, and appreciation for the lucky circumstances that allowed you to find each other in a cluttered and mostly vapid world. November 11, 2008 Building a safe bunker so nothing can ever happen
 In a safe bunker, nothing can happen. It's like a jail, but with fewer drugs, less rape, more fear, and more passive compliance.
These are not abstract policy questions. When, not if, terrorists strike within our borders again, Federal support will be indispensable to an effective local response.
November 10, 2008 Non-partisan reality To cheer for a sports team requires a type of madness best seen in perspective when someone is cheering for a television simulation of teams accumulating points for manipulating a ball in a prescribed manner. A fan cheers for "their team", chosen arbitrarily, often by accidents of proximity, and takes pride in steadfast loyalty regardless of victory or defeat. Most people are the same way with all of their opinions and beliefs. They support a particular religion, political party, morality, and social cause not for logical reasons, demonstrated benefit, or from deep consideration, but because they once chose that opinion and remain attached to it even when it has disproven itself with repeated failure. It is not fair to excuse this as ignorance because the perpetrator is typically well informed about the failure and the large expense incurred to produce that failure despite the best wishes of all participants. One need only to look at pseudo-debates between warring factions to see the foundation of dysfunction. The opportunity for learning and informative discussion exists, but is overtaken by people defending their dogma -- not for the sake of protecting or clarifying the dogma, but to affirm their personal investment in it. If confronted for a rational explanation of sustained support for a failed system, the cheerleader typically answers that the actor was not a true believer (whether Christian, Communist, Republican, etc) or the system itself was not a pure manifestation of the ideal that the cult's inventor once imagined. And yet the one true representative of their faith cannot be pointed to because he has not yet existed -- but if he ever does then his pure system will surely be validated with a positive result. Just wait, pray, and keep faith! By proposing an impossible case as necessary, they build an infinite arsenal of excuses for avoiding reality. Recognizing the fallibility of every system and acknowledging their often significant shortcomings allows one to avoid being a cheerleader and to instead make useful any of the few positive aspects within a system by divorcing them from the failing whole. Test all things, and take freely anything that stands true and sturdy when firmly battered and doubted. Take care not to believe what sounds good in theory but has proven false in practice. Experiment freely, but consider the cost and impact of experimentation. No system has a monopoly on truth and no single system has ever prevailed. If you loyally cheer for a failure, you dishonor life by advocating what does not work. Instead you could look for answers that might not be easy or have devoted obsequious fans, but are actual solutions. November 2, 2008 Destruction as a practical solution
 Why isn't it working? It is forgivable when people struggle with problems because of their inexperience, i.e. they have never applied themselves in an orderly way towards their current goals and thus their formulations are insufficient or off target and they either aren't aware or don't know how to steer their course. Other times there is a deeper conflict and the botch is passive-aggressive sabotage; a secretive first strike to weigh things down and make the original problem harder than it was, as if complicating the untying of a knot by instead tightening it. We see this same curse in the cosmic instinct for victims of abuse to perpetuate that abuse or its cousins on others, and thus negativity is kept alive to impregnate future souls with unneeded and unearned misery. The process of achieving goals is just basic organization: the formation of a plan based on understanding of the objectives with ongoing communication providing feedback for adjustments. And yet 99% of people fail to achieve this and look to blame something other than their disorganization when they miss their desired outcome. Easy ways to stall any project and make nuclear trigger fingers itchy:
When bad behavior is perpetuated and impervious to diplomatic negotiations and treaties, it constitutes a hilarious provocation begging for a nuclear response in which mutually assured destruction provides a path forward. If need be, blow up the world and cast a cleansing wave of fire upon the defective humanoids along with the healthy few who were obviously unable to work together and overcome their parasites. Nature will try again in a million years or so -- maybe things will fare better next time. More pragmatically: either something is working, something is struggling but various corrections are possible and worth attempting, or something is resisting all good efforts and thus is taxing at least the spirit while consuming time on fruitlessness. How much wasted toil over the impossible is enough? Recognize all things for what they are, regardless of whether the sickness itself is understood, and do not waste further well intentioned effort barely sustaining a patient that lingers near death in the best of all realistic outcomes. In our daily lives, most of what you could blow up is quite small, but deliberate destruction remains a largely liberating and restorative option. If something you interact with isn't working, turn your inner microscope on it and determine why. Apply your best insight and the helpful advice of the wisest elders you know. When conventional treatments, rest, fresh air, exercise, sunlight, and other remedies fail to improve it and it is revealed as a Sisyphean dead end -- bring dynamite! October 31, 2008 Le costume et la blague
 A third of all English words are French, but their English usage is largely separated from their original character. Making this linguistic dilution worse, the playful notion of life inherent in the French personality is lost on English speakers who tend to cluster around utilitarianism or escapism, ensuring they will not be very close to the living spirit the French originally captured when coining their words. The word costume in French can be traced to its original meaning of more than the literal translation of a formal suit. Its historical usage designated an outfit worn to create an appearance characteristic of a particular period, person, place, or thing. So a costume is for play-acting, with the actor exploiting himself for effect in the image he conceives for his imagined role. A suit is not practical garb, but conveys a solemnity that is taken at face value and conferred to the wearer, granting him a degree of respect without requiring evidence that it is deserved. The costume is effective when it makes others imagine what is not there. When you next see a suit, consider what it is saying and whether the wearer is unwittingly play acting, though without a linguistic reminder that he is merely an actor faking a persona through appearance. October 29, 2008 My method As we figure out what is ours in life, what we are, what we can do, and what is appropriate for our abilities and constitution, we develop our own regimens and methods suitable for our desires and purpose. Some of my approach and what I find inspiring is merely personal with no broader value. Other parts are generalizable and widely useful to clear openings through self-paralyzing clutter from which each person can then go forward in their own way. We are trained, trusting, and largely unaware of our shared self-confinement as if in a small patch of a dark forest. Because these are the boundaries of our typical experience, we take it as a representation of the universe and usually dismiss anomalous events defying this model, quickly returning to the programming of passive compliance. But there are strange deviants among us with poor ability to mindlessly repeat slogans and obey gaseous leaders of captivity and restraint. These irrepressibly curious have to by instinct explore possibility and go out to probe the edges, only to often find what has been called a boundary was only a timid guess made from afar. These imaginary end points are not ends at all, but can be traversed as portals to emancipation. A heretic discovers light and suddenly the forest is not what it seemed to be in darkness. Priests who lied about their knowledge and misrepresented reality are forever dismissed and suddenly the books of law become blank slates. Another wanderer finds a way through what was once called a dense dead end, and a larger world is revealed. The fearful, lazy, tired, and easily content remain in the dark confines of the forest while the wanderers go out to meet the world and find similar spirits who escaped the dimness of safety and related prejudices. October 21, 2008 Grammatically realigning hypothetical syllogisms by denying the antecedent
"There's nothing you can do that can't be done"
"Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be"
Desire, hope, and possibility beckon October 17, 2008 Alchemists of despair: Transforming tragedy into triumph
As Beethoven's example shows, there is never a reason to quit if you are doing what you believe. Pledging your life is an affirmative act of faith, whether risking it in violent circumstances or spending it creating the world of your dreams. You can expend yourself on what is deserving and you will be replenished again and again. If you hold back, whether from fear or desire for preservation, you will remain small. Nature provides what is needed: give everything and you will always have more.
In this world, where the game is played with loaded dice, a man must have a temper of iron, with armor proof to the blows of fate, and weapons to make his way against men. Life is one long battle; we have to fight at every step; and Voltaire very rightly says that if we succeed, it is at the point of the sword, and that we die with the weapon in our hand--on ne russit dans ce monde qua la pointe de l'pee, et on meurt les armes la main. It is a cowardly soul that shrinks or grows faint and despondent as soon as the storm begins to gather, or even when the first cloud appears on the horizon. Our motto should be No Surrender; and far from yielding to the ills of life, let us take fresh courage from misfortune:-- October 16, 2008
Muß es sein? Es Muß sein!
Stages of perspective:
Autumn approaches with uncanny distinction
A day sacred, tender, savored
October 4, 2008
Drunken Apple Salmon
September 29, 2008
Using Reason as Idolatry
September 10, 2008 Pushing the Deck of Cards
In a city leveraged by political machinery, it was unexpected that
a press conference held today would specifically remind us that a
two-party Democracy is an absurd charade. With both parties in
agreement over all major issues, President Bush's approval
rating hovering around 30%, and Congressional approval ratings under
20%, looking for "change" by altering the name of the party in control
yields little when both parties have pledged to implement the exact same
failed policies.
August 30, 2008 Zappa as prophet (1986)
"The biggest threat to America today is not communism, it's moving America towards a fascist theocracy."
August 19, 2008 Death as adventure
August 12, 2008
Sit back and enjoy the carnage
August 10, 2008
What you missed from 80s punk, hardcore, and related inspired disruptions
D.R.I. (Dirty Rotten Imbeciles) Innovators of speed and energy known for short, rapid blasting songs, this Texas band rejected docile passivity in a world with real problems that go ignored and unaddressed. Their music is active dissent inspired by the failures that define modernty. I don't need society Reaganomics Commuter Man Why? Balance of Terror My Fate to Hate Recommended: Dealing with it, Crossover, Four of a Kind Fear "The last time we played here there was a riot." This clip shows a good example of California punk attitude and free expression before the era of politically correct self-censorship. After a few minutes of spiteful sarcasm, insults, and fighting with audience members, they launch into an inspired set. They don't make crowds like these anymore, nor could moderns understand such an appearance. I Don't Care About You Beef Bologna Recommended: The Record The Exploited Spasmodic anarchic Englishmen suspicious of those who lead every misery inducing system, this band wrote throbbing anthems of rebellion as their countermeasure. Though their popular song Fuck the USA was catchy straight-ahead punk, their talents were inconsistant and only periodically offered a glimpse into their ideological intentions. Troops of Tomorrow Recommended: Dead cities Misfits Glenn Danzig's dark vehicle matches simple but capable melodies with a straight-head driving pulse for his masterful vocals. Songs are assertively short and crisp, crafted tightly around tension and rhythmic focus that resolve into spirited choruses. As the band's name suggests, this music is the inspired view of an outsider who does not belong. Death, escape, violence, and horror are constant themes and though real, are upsetting to the timid who are accustomed to the placid comfort of their fictional bubble world. Bullet Recommended: 12 Hits From Hell, Walk Among Us, Static Age, Box Set Minor Threat A cornerstone of Washington DC hardcore, Minor Threat led the "straight edge" movement that revolted against oversocialized consumption by denying themselves alcohol, tobacco, drugs, and sex. In their song "Out of Step", frontman Ian MacKaye suggested these things were merely unimportant distractions. Seeking clarity by stepping back from assumptions, such experiments with asceticism birth new alternatives by removing people from their comfortable patterns of self-induced madness. Watch the entire hall explode at 1:16 when the music starts. 12XU Small man, big mouth Filter Recommended: Complete Discography Dead Kennedys California hardcore and punk collide with mockery and frustration over social dysfunction, abusive power, and mainstream stupidity. Sarcastic and a slap in the face of authority, this band sees the state of humanity as a total diaster and its future as a barren wasteland of Huxleian extremity. Holiday in Cambodia Recommended: Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables Black Flag This seminal California band is based around Greg Ginn's abstract atonality and dissonant structures that cast violent doubt on society's framework, yet unhesitatingly forge forward. The disciplined composition communicates explorations of insecurity and dissatisfaction that are rich in their fervor and bitter substance. Over two decades after its release, the essence these songs captured remains powerful and fresh. Rise Above American Waste Recommended: Damaged Bonus: Slayer Slayer recorded an album of punk covers called Undisputed Attitude as a tribute to their punk roots with an aggression that emphasized the raw nihilistic recklessness of punk meeting the modernity's speed and anger. Since the time punk appeared, nothing has been solved and the explosive potential it expresses has only increased. Compare this with their classic 1986 release Reign in Blood, still a high water mark for metal. Abolish Government / Superficial Love Recommended: Reign in Blood August 7, 2008
The Beautiful and the Ugly Directionless societies with spurious wealth bloviate about the purpose of life being happiness and the pursuit of fun, a never ending, never satisfied quest that usually brings only disappointment because what is sought cannot be won directly. The linguistics of seeking fun are backwards and naive: happiness and joy cannot be found by chasing meaningless distractions, but are a natural result of doing what is meaningful and has purpose. A person is happy when aligned with what is necessary for their lives. People who strive to do what is "fun" cannot win any lasting satisfaction or happiness because they only pursue escapes to hide from life and therefore are never aligned with what is necessary for their nourishment. Of the few things that you can truly own in the world, the most important is your temporary vessel that will soon be expired. You can use it for anything you want, making whatever future you can imagine within its capacity. It is doomed to perish in short order, therefore do not fear the inevitable but instead strive to sensibly accomplish what is possible in the limited time that remains, knowing that the certain end is drawing nearer every day but that great potential still exists and should be exercised rather than living idly as though one was already dead. You will soon lose this one chance to be what you are; therefore exert yourself for this brief blink of an eye while you still can, and reveal yourself to the world as you truly are in this celebration of an unusual circumstance that will never be again. In your interactions with the world, you can shape things for better, for worse, or withdraw and passively allow the world to remain drifting the direction others are shaping it. Your self will pass, but the instinct for beauty and what you have shown others and birthed into the world will recur in the next generation and onward provided that external disruption does not prevail. Those who love life will choose to expend themselves in their effort to beautify the world. Your efforts are replenished: any soreness and tiredness are temporary, but the result of efforts outlast any temporary discomfort and provide the inspiration of ascension. The discomfort soon becomes invisible because the activity is what matters and the negligible cost to the temporary self is not worth the vulgarity of bitter complaining. Once conceived, most tasks are nearly effortless because they are just physical implementations of already completed mental blueprint, and so the action is easily accomplished as the simple execution of a finished plan. The psychological reward of these victories is important: by your hand, one more thing around you has been made more beautiful.
Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all
aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add
its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic
judgment is therewith defined. - Reckoned physiologically, everything
ugly weakens and afflicts man. It recalls decay, danger, impotence;
he actually suffers a loss of energy in its presence. The effect of the
ugly can be measured with a dynamometer. Whenever man feels in any way
depressed, he senses the proximity of something 'ugly'. His feeling of
power, his will to power, his courage, his pride - they decline with the
ugly, they increase with the beautiful....In the one case as in the other
we draw a conclusion: its premises have been accumulated in the instincts
in tremendous abundance. The ugly is understood as a sign and symptom of
degeneration: that which recalls degeneration, however remotely, produces
in us the judgment 'ugly'. Every token of exhaustion, of heaviness,
of age, or weariness, every kind of unfreedom, whether convulsive
or paralytic, above all the smell, color and shape of dissolution, of
decomposition, though it be attenuated to the point of being no more than
a symbol - all this calls forth the same reaction, the value judgment
'ugly'. A feeling of hatred them springs up; what is man then hating?
But the answer admits of no doubt: the decline of his type. He hates then
that out of the profoundest instinct of his species; there is horror,
foresight, profundity, far-seeing vision in this hatred - it is the
profoundest hatred there is. It is for its sake that art is profound... July 18, 2008
l'changement pour l'changement
Under the spell of a shape-shifter who promises whatever sounds good to the easily fooled, focus shifts to a fantasy land of utopia, a secular heaven that lacks articulable goals and can never be refuted because it is clever enough to avoid any specific assertions on which it could be evaluated.
July 14, 2008 What I've Been Reading Finding modern books worth reading is an exercise in pleasant accidents and improbable coincidences that bring awareness of intelligent and useful books despite the noise produced by promotion of millions of inferior works. May you too gain from these lucky mistakes and these joys also be yours!
A hundred years ago there was no France, just a bunch of dissimilar towns that were doing the same as they had done for thousands of years. Neither was their a French language outside of Paris, though some "French" people had learned a few years of French as a second language. This book makes it clear with detailed research and historical examples that the ancient past is not so ancient, and in many cases continues on still today.
The battles to tame the last of the European heathens raged for centuries as the bringers of Judeo-Christian submission forced their gifts upon people who had previously lived in accordance with nature and reality. Despite widespread pagan genocide by the Judeo-Christians, isolated populations continued living as they always had, still holding true to their values and beliefs, unaware of who claimed rule over profitable cities or of the Middle Eastern religion promoted by the occupiers. If you are able to read one magazine, it should be the Economist. The title reveals its perspective: all stories are seen through the eyes of how money can be made from world events -- a very stupid and short-sighted viewpoint -- but the factual reporting is top-notch, insightful, and focused on pragmatic analysis. The moralizing and desire to equalize everything for the sake of easy commerce is understandable given the goals of their readership, but once you get past that there is no better news source for a quick but potent summary of world events.
As cancer rates rise along with the unchecked use of cancer-causing chemicals and toxic waste, the depth of knowledge about cancer within the medical profession has been declining. Davis takes the reader through the history of what has been known about cancer and how much has been lost along the years as if indifference, human weakness, or deliberate sabotage took its toll. Though it is often repeated that curing cancer is not profitable but prolonged treatments can earn millions of dollars in insurance fees, Davis paints a picture of a profession that was once on the verge of curing cancer but now struggles and fails to retain awareness of what once was known.
Perhaps the only living example of a traditional scholar, Nassim Taleb enjoys puncturing the self-inflated who presume to know far more than they really do. In an age where people bestow titles upon themselves and everyone imagines themselves the smartest guy in the room, Taleb effortlessly points out the carnage of errors and presumptions piled upon one another so the inevitable collapse can be understood before it occurs. In this book, Taleb focuses on rare events that are not predictable or even considered in standard analysis, yet are often definitive, whether as field-changing innovations or a perfect storm of financial events. His emphasis is on clean, detailed thinking about what is really known and how to look forward understanding past extreme events that were not predicted, yet took place with highly impacting results.
Meditations serves as a Traditional holy book that provides wisdom and counseling in difficult times. Its spirituality is deep, its advice eternal, and its lessons easily demonstrated. It is a good antidote to individuality and helpfully reminds that personal lives are short and the larger whole is what matters, but the self is completely unimportant. Paired with long walks, Meditations will clarify the deepest and most troubling questions when given the proper quiet, reflection, and receptivity.
Okay. Why didn't bugs chomp down on this new flour? Quite simply because the nutrients, the bran, wheat germ, carotene, were gone. Pollan explains, ". . . this gorgeous white powder was nutritionally worthless, or nearly so. Much the same is now true for corn flour and white rice." Take a look at a package of white flour and count the additives that make up for the loss of natural ingredients. Then you'll understand the basic thrust of this book and its remedies.
July 13, 2008 Revolution March in DC The atmosphere was festive, relaxed and welcoming with a hippie feel of tolerance and togetherness yet fully prescient of the action necessary to win what all desired. Without delusion, the 10,000 or so people gathered dismissed passivity and fatalism, instead seeing the world as open, raw, and red in tooth and claw, ready to be uprighted if the right hands took it forward. Ron Paul has hit his stride as a speaker, speaking easily and fluidly in contrast to a less polished public presentation during the early part of his presidential campaign. Though his message then was more thoughtful than his opponents, they were better story tellers even when they had nothing of substance to say. In recent months, Paul has demonstrated media mastery, and this was the case here as well as he spoke warmly to his adoring partners in revolution.
Against the backdrop of the Capitol building, Dr. Paul reflected on his joy of being "discovered" after decades of the same message, admitting his initial doubts about whether he was to be the messenger and then reluctantly allowing his platform to shine a light on the unpopular truths that had to be discussed. When his opponents tried to silence him by shaming him for
speaking out, it resulting in popularizing his ideas, gaining him increased mindshare and millions in campaign donations.
 Most revolutions are caused by envy and class warfare, typically leaving the nation worse off when the mob revolts against public order. In this revolution, grievances are a result of public disorder: a reckless leadership dismissing the Constitutional rule of law, a reckless foreign policy that endangers the people and destabilizes the world, a reckless government spending that threatens the prosperity of people, and an increasing police state that attempts to suppress legal activity and instill mindless compliance. What will the revolution look like? It will be fairly quiet though disruptive. From the edges, supporters will slowly gain access to local and state governments, curbing their intrusion of outside bodies, advocating localized decision making, enforcing fiscal responsibility, increasing personal choice, and shrinking the force of government against the citizens that fund it. Government will be made responsible and tamed to serve the people instead of working against them. Though not invited to speak at the Republican convention in Minneapolis, Dr. Paul promised his convention there would be much more exciting. With an interesting deconstruction of the delegate system underway, several days of interesting dissent promise to reveal a collapsing Republican party and more hints about how the democratic system is open to reform, though a new party appears necessary. Dr. Paul finished his speech by saying that revolutions are not won by having 51% of the people in agreement, but by an active 3-5% -- and his supporters already have that percent. They must now carefully move forward and bring their vision to light. June 1, 2008 Walking into the dark If one is curious and brave, they will frequently find their explorations leave them in uncharted territories. Others usually tolerate their unusual inquiries, merely finding it interesting that someone would have such interests and concern themselves with the world in which they live. The oversocialized lack passion for discovery, so safely encounter nothing either unsettling or great. An untamable curiousity is both a lock and a key, for its products are inaccessible except to those who already possess the desire to venture onto hidden paths. You cannot take someone where they are not ready to go, nor entice them into interest in what does not naturally interest them. At best you can meet them along the same path they have discovered for themselves - maybe they are going the same way for a while? Here all wanderers are authentic and share the same exploration. They have previously faced namecalling, slander, and demands of conformity, but brushed them off and still walk with the same unbroken spirit they have had since birth, still asking uncomfortable and necessary questions. They know too well disappointment, shattered hopes, and bitter losses. And they are not afraid to walk in the dark. May 12, 2008 We Who Are Still Children We are not rebels. We are not contrarians. We merely say and do what is true and necessary because silence, restraint, and inaction are the choices of people already dead inside. If you cannot say what you think and do not take action to validate the world you desire, you are a mute trapped in a dream, watching passively as life happens externally without you We are not cheerleaders or servants. We are not good at obeying sacrosanct orders because we would ask uncomfortable questions and point out facts that cannot be discussed. We can only promote an ideology to the extent that it corresponds with the world we have questioned and observed. We aren't this way for ego purposes because it does not matter if we are the ones who do things. It only matters that words are said and the deed is done - better still if other able souls contribute what they can. We are happy to be unseen and unknown so long as the world now holds a little more honest life. We know the danger of this because the masses are opposed to truth and attack anyone who offers it, calling them names, distorting what is said, and trying to slander and shame the living into the ignorant passive silence or mindless sloganeering they expect of all people. In one of his last interviews, Michel Foucault talked about how to view problems and find solutions to what isn't working. He concludes there is much to do and this should inspire us to action.
Our lives are short, but when we see a way to right a wrong, to fix what is broken, our innocence compels us to act like children and take action instead of evading like clever adults who make excuses in the corner to let things fall apart. In short order we forget our pains, our labor, our slanderers, but we will forever keep our spirit of eternal rejuvenation alive. In doing so, we inspire those around us to always take action to improve and correct what is needed instead of tolerating competent hands to remain idle while problems remain. We make the world around us better, more meaningful, more beautiful, and more open to possibility instead of taking the side of would-be jailers, censors, and commanders. May 10, 2008
Free spirits run riot
Humans become drones when mental exhaustion takes hold. After spending many hours in dull mechanical activity, they tune out and mindlessly repeat previous patterns that do not match reality, revealing themselves to be semi-sentient oxen. This happens to laborers, office workers, academics, politicians, and nearly all other professions where physical presence suffices as credit for fulfilling labor duties. Instead of thinking critically about what they encounter in life or on the job, they phone it in and overlook that for all actions there is a goal, and its underlying requirements must be understood and addressed, or the time spent is lost and wasted. Most people remember their friends in high school being alive, aware, and able to assess the world around them and see beyond social pretense, even if with incomplete and deficient knowledge. We remember their eyes bright with the enthusiastic spark of possibility and an inspired spirit that had vision and was fearless to attempt -- and this lives on in some people, though carefully guarded. College beat the life out of most people, stealing their fight and turning them into sheep that fulfill demands and wait passively to be told what to do and think. Most educated people do not even question the generically prepared path and interchangeable masters who command them as they wander through an imitation of life. Those who remained alive after graduation were taken out by tedium a few years after entering the working world. Retaining one's cheerfulness while watching others march to self-destruction is challenging, especially when you love and respect them, but this helps remind us to keep our spirits strong and to be true to ourselves. We shall remain the same for all time while others give up, drink up, consume tv shows and ball games, repeat cliched lies, and follow previous patterns instead of thinking critically. It is essential to properly assess virtues and handicaps. We are dissuaded by the easy answers that are too often lies, or at best oversimplifications. Resistance comes not from a desire to be stubborn, but because the prevalent dishonesty offends us -- yes, even we free spirits who offend others by speaking unpopular truths have our own moral standards that we uphold. Those who remain aware in adulthood are strange, but necessary cases. Life is not about following what is easy nor should authenticity be compromised. Nor are we purists who wait for the perfect case to appear, for life is short and we have to work with what we have at hand and can reasonably assemble to fulfill our cosmic purpose. Our acts ripple beyond us and outlast us, and are not even performed for our gain. We are actors of the universe, perhaps put in motion for a larger purpose. In any case, we must be what we are and take the actions we were born to achieve. May 6, 2008 Transcendent Love 1 Corinthians 13 speaks about love in a manner befitting of tired slaves when it advocates enduring, being useful, and quietly serving a master. This is a crude material misunderstanding of love and fails entirely to speak of noble character, spirituality, or transcendent love. Love is larger than the self and the fluctuating social order because the individual worthy of love is properly seen as an example of a type and not a destination in themselves. We all have physical forms and they are mostly inconsequential. What matters is the essence of the person and that they find a way to exert their eternal characteristics regardless of the time in which they appear. A strong spirit is immortal and will wind its way triumphantly through whatever situation it faces. Love is a kinship of souls, as one can only venerate another when there is something in common that is understood and valued. It seems we are all a part of an orbit, generally consisting of no more than a few thousand people with similar paths but different trajectories that are close neighbors at times and recur, with the length of our shared paths varying as we wander through our destiny in the universe. Too many times to shrug off as random we have found improbable commonalities or the ease of old friends with people who are independently going in a similar direction as us and with similar aspirations -- and despite the large world they are no more than one of thousands. Often it is only the brightest stars that glimpse one another in the night sky. Love dares: show me your character, show me what you really are! Love embraces, forgives, sanctifies. Love dances, love gazes deep into another's eyes and soul, love joins two people in laughter and curiosity. Love is a tender exploration, a tempting possibility, both desirous tingling passion and a sober dream that is real. Love turns blind to many faults, not so much from idealization as a lack of concern with the vulgar and banal, except where these become so severe as to hamper a person from greater pursuits and thus come into focus. But even mistakes are a part of a curious character and must be loved with the whole. All boats that sail do so upright, but those which have sunk are not seen, but rest at their end. Love inspires when we taste and appreciate the character, gifts, works, and energy of another. From this perspective, love for another requires no possession. One can form love merely with the knowledge that a person exists and of what they are made. They are loved for what they are, what they mean, and what they do without ever meeting them, or even requiring acknowledgment or awareness from the loved. Their spirit and character stand on their own and need not be captured to be what they are. Likewise, love does not even require the loved to be living, as the spirit one loves exists beyond the physical realm and what they were and did over a lifetime is not nullified by the necessity of death. Their life affirmed what they were, even if they have not taken physical form for centuries. We love others ultimately because we love the world, specifically its best examples that affirm life and inspire us with the awareness of eternal vibrant character that cannot be suppressed. We can know these people in spirit and love them for being what they are. We love life because it created people who are true to themselves and cannot be otherwise. April 26, 2008 Against "the mind" as a singular agent making a solitary decision -- the mind is a legislative body, governing over a broad constituency that for any choice or opportunity might sift through varying positions of support, dissent, indifference, sabotage, and personal agendas. But when the vision is clear and all know their proper role and position, near unanimous support compels a governing mandate. A lesson for legislators: show how the specific fits into the whole and what cooperation each part must offer for the whole to gain, and then all good ideas will receive popular support. Corollary: an idea that cannot be articulated should not be proposed. April 8, 2008 At Peace with France The French are unconcerned with trifles. No wonder they are called anti-American. The French live relaxed, prepared, realistically, and do not easily tolerate fools. When they find something distasteful, they simply reject it and refuse to participate in its schemes. French culture is perhaps most famous for Voltaire, but still produces disagreeable geniuses like Michel Foucault: part libertine excess, part begrudged revenger, part revolutionary, part saint, part cynic -- a mass of energized contradictions coming together to unseat historically repeated lies. A personality as rich with flaws as with gifts, but most of all: a personality! Not a flaccid academic cliche repeater, not an interchangeable ideologue, not a pale imitator. Foucault is like a close friend about whom you can appreciate what is special while overlooking his faults. Ambassadors to the arts also remind us of France's cultural appreciation and cultivation. Upon first seeing Renaud and Gautier Capuçon perform enthusiastically with the National Symphony, I was overjoyed to see that music was still alive and had living representatives. In France, high standards still produce superior results.
The creation of ballet is quintessentially French. Who else would undertake a study of forms, determine those that are most beautiful, demand prolonged training, total attention to detail, and to do so with such sensitivity that all agree on the supreme result? Witness Russia becoming aware of ballet, quickly understanding its value, and becoming its champion as if it was their own. In ballet, the abstract French mind pursues a strange but beautiful mission and grants itself absolute permission to refine its vision into a perfection of its inspired dream. It is this spirit of grand voyage we can love about the French. I've previously dismissed southern Europeans as impossible because they are prone to fits of emotive fluctuating character. One moment they are swept away by love, then betrayal, then hope, then rage -- and ultimately all imagined without any actual rational basis. Northern Europeans expect less and are content with less, not falling too low when disappointment appears or being very elated by a temporary triumph; tending to be self-sufficient in inspiration, friends, and thought, but also often seeming dry or cold to the uninitiated. Still it is wisest to dismiss the rabble and crazies of all populations. We should look instead at the best examples of a people and seek to understand the greatness of their character and creations. We could learn a lot by becoming more French, more contemplative, more appreciative. March 26, 2008
Choosing between low and high quality is not difficult if one thinks in the long-term and rejects corporate food "innovation" that reduces quality for larger profits. Eventually this "innovation" creates a third-world food supply like that enjoyed in the U.S. by an increasingly unhealthy population. Throughout Italy, even in small cafes and airports, the coffee is of a quality that even the best shops in the states do not offer. And it costs half the price and is considered a normal and basic standard. Tolerance for low quality is effectively a subsidy that ensures inferiority. March 6, 2008
In general, art results from one person's desire
In painting as in literature, the means is often mistaken for the end - Nature is the means not the end - if one can achieve something by changing nature - one must do so - When one is deeply moved a landscape will have a certain effect on one - by portraying this landscape one will produce a picture of one's own mood - it is this mood which is the essential thing - nature is just the means - how far the picture then resembles nature is irrelevant - To explain a picture is impossible - it is precisely because one cannot explain it in any other way that it is painted - One can merely give a little hint as to the lines one had been thinking along
February 18, 2008
Everything develops from one thing. Feburary 17, 2008 Magnanimity, Humility and Pride Nassim Nicholas Taleb is my favorite modern thinker and the closest form modern society has to the classically educated man. He is free from having to feign knowledge and enjoys speaking truth in the face of vaunted ignorance that otherwise is tolerated and permitted as the dominant mode of discourse. His research into source materials often uncovers basic misunderstandings and academic laziness that have been repeated as doctrine for centuries. Sloppy work is the norm for academics and the "educated", while truth and verified knowledge seems to be of little concern. Oh, but they have good intentions... Those who desire honest and sane thinking demand much higher standards than the "educated" who argue tirelessly about lies, nonsense, and the irrelevant after having waged war against truth and pledged their careers to defending an empire of largely fictional reality. This drives the honorable people away from academia and leaves the incapable, crooked, feeble, and ill-constituted in charge.
[ Nassim Nicholas Taleb ] February 7, 2008
Wages today are almost 10 percent lower than they were in 1973, after accounting for inflation. The share of national income devoted to workers wages and benefits is at its lowest since the late-1960s, while the share going to profits has surged.
[Equality means more workers making a larger labor pool, bringing down costs so companies can make more profit. Now women can work for a company instead of having a family. Corporations love it, so this must be the "progress" they keep telling us about on TV.] February 3, 2008 Americans like to work more hours for less money
With two-thirds of the nation saying the country is on the wrong course, the two parties are offering candidates both of whom played major roles in setting that course. And neither probable nominee has advanced ideas to deal with the crises America faces, nor even shown any great awareness that the country is in crisis.
   Now, with the middle class tapped out, the home equity used up or declining, and mortgage, auto and credit card debt turning rotten, the U.S. government is going abroad to borrow 1 percent of GDP to hand out in checks in May to get consumers buying again to prevent a recession.
What kind of long-term solution is this?
January 13, 2008 The Fruits of Progress: American Wealth, Health, and Education At every opportunity, Americans are told by mainstream media that their current society is the best possible configuration and superior to all other previous societies. Their leaders call themselves the wisest possible leaders, and despite great personal wealth, their sole interest in leadership is to help the poor, weak, stupid, and powerless because it is not fair to be born with low capability. Statistics show the United States ranked high in 1950 but has since fallen in all major categories. The reasons for this and the source of the change are never investigated or discussed. America's feeling of "wealth" comes from having debt of over $48 trillion. This comes to over $160,000 per person, or over $640,000 for a family of four.
Basic family expenses have more than doubled over 30 years, while
discretionary income has remained steady. 
As real wealth declines, husbands alone can no longer afford to support
a family alone. Women are now sent to work, and their children are raised
by strangers.
Health declines, with people eating more cheap, junk food and watching
entertainment programs instead of accomplishing anything.
How would you have time to do anything in your life if you are watching
television all day long? How could you think if your brain was pumped
full of idiotic nonsense for hours every day? 
Education has declined from being a world leader in 1950 to now no longer
being competitive against advanced nations and barely beating third world
nations in basic standards.   
Children raised in America tend to be poor, unhealthy, uneducated,
in broken families, and behave badly. If once a world leader, the
United States is now resting at the bottom of first world nations
and is poised to soon become a third world nation.
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Throughout the album he references his thoughts in musical terms, saying
he feels "like I'm living inside of this song" and "this melody inside of
me still searches for solution", using the album to give voice to thoughts
that have lingered silently for too long. The dominating theme is lost
love, with a hint of bitterness sometimes healing into general
disappointment and introspective acceptance of lost potential.
Man is perpetually irresponsible, prone to constantly veering off course,
assuming there is anything that could first be called a proper course. More
typical is the trickle of a stream wandering through rock, fighting to wear
down a mountain when it would be much easier to just go around. Man will
give decades to invent a rocket, but no one is sending their families to
outer space. Why such misdirected misadventure? Who is unique in making
these errors throughout human history? Composing a symphony is a great
personal accomplishment, but of almost no use, and rarely puts food on
the table. Most composers, writers, and poets had meager incomes and were
miserable providers for their families, but more prosperous and responsible
work was available if only they would reconsider their hobbies, which in
their obstinance rarely occurs.
A man goes to war to defend his country, ready to give his life so
his country can retain its borders and overthrow occupiers. Similarly,
the daily laborer and office worker as sturdy mule is given a purpose when
made to sacrifice himself to provide for his wife and children, who will
presumably do something better with theirs, though modern progress has women
and children repeating the same cycle of sacrifice for an unknown and
unidentified benefactor.
Just as the books on a church's blacklist or the people exiled from a
nation tend to be unusually interesting and thoughtful, so too are the
people attacked today with labels. A few of humanity's benefactors
try to inform us about popular but erroneous delusions, for which
their reward is becoming a personal target and enduring tedious name
calling from censors intent on protecting pleasant lies from being
seen in their true light.
Beethoven's 
Schopenhauer encourages the same approach, even eternal war against
constant misfortune, because life's intrinsic blessings demand an honorable
posture. Retreat from a possibly bad outcome is resignation from life, and
one must always retain courage and rise to meet any challenge.
Young reckless death
has an unintended artistic quality to it in how the actor experiments
with eternal nothingness, once again beating the rest of us to a new
destination and leaving us to wonder and reflect upon the person whose
voyage has forever left us without them. Death awakens all observers,
even sobering those drunk on modernity's numbing distractions, and is
perhaps the one real thing still recognized by the monotonous mental
zombies of our day.
A life
of a thousand years would change little, other than cluttering the planet
with many more bored, scared, timid people afraid of living. Nor does
hooking people up to machines to give a few more years of physical
existence pay proper tribute to the spirit of life. It is the quality of
life that matters, and there are too many examples of a person who died
young but lived a far fuller life than the older people around him.
Punk and hardcore incubated into a powerful hybrid strain that flourished
in several major cities, but grew best in California where hope, pretense,
beauty, dystopia, potential, and disillusionment fused into
an explosive genre of alienation, unrestrained critique, and open dissent
that diverged from the happy pacifist movements that preceded it.
To speak the forbidden, point out consequential mistakes, and indict
leaders who irresponsibly feign solutions is a sure path to ostracism, but
also benefits society when legitimate problems are placed on display and can
no longer be hidden by distractions and demands for silent tolerance. Though
hugely critical and unhopeful about civilization's success, honest critique
has always been a positive contribution and necessary counterbalance
to projects veering off course. The underlying motives seen in punk and
hardcore are the same as those all healthy people have, only there is
a more critical eye cast on collateral damage, self-serving approaches,
phony politeness, and the cliched lies we are expected to repeat to
show we are harmless non-thinkers who comply, never resisting even
blatant errors and foolishness.
The Discovery of France
The Northern Crusades
The Economist Magazine
The Secret History of the War on Cancer
The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable
Meditations
In Defense of Food: An Eater's Manifesto
Cancel Your Own Goddam Subscription: Notes and Asides from Nation Review
