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(aka Imminent immanent isness.) A-and Happy Birthday for Luke the Duke.
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This is not a rhetorical question gentle reader but a straight one. I don't have the answer in my pocket. I don't know exactly how I got here, just that I am in a deep hole. And to the begged response: How can I set about getting out again? I have no answer for that either.First worst strategy is to flat-out blame someone or something else. I guess. One of the best I've seen is our Bob: "He's hell-bent for destruction. He's afraid and confused; and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill." Another, from 'West Side Story': "I'm depraved on account'a I'm deprived." "No man is an island, entire of itself," says John Donne in 1623 - an appreciation that cuts both ways. Donne knows this. If you can sort God and 'The Church' out of it (no mean feat!), Meditation #17 merits careful reading. "This bell, that tells me of his affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me." However desireable it may be, it is difficult if not impossible for a single individual (in this case, me) to take either entire responsibility or make entire remedy without denying, f'rinstance, the reality of all languages and all cultures. (Eh?) That anyone digs themselves into or out of such holes through choice alone seems like nonsense. Bromides like "It matters not how straight the gate," &c. and the brutal ideology of positive thinking equally so. Mere correctitude! The essential point that must be conveyed to these positivity zealots is that figguring it out is not necessarily blaming. But they will not hear it. Someone tells me (repeatedly) of their resolution to "... be positive, stop having issues that do not feed my soul ..." and I wonder how much of themselves they will have to excise to accomplish it and how many of those close to them will suffer collateral damage. I also wonder what possible good can come of it? Stopping digging would probably be a better start than either blaming or figguring. And since (as the title of this post correctly implies that one is not clear about exactly what the digging comprises), stop everything but the essential: breathing, eating, shitting. Stop paying taxes for sure. "The truth shall set you free," they say. Waddabout Love & Music? And do they set you free or set you true? I wonder what comforts my father found in his last days? He was alone, I know that. I know he kept a stash of Playboy & Penthouse magazines in his sock drawer. There were whisky bottles in the cupboard, empty and full; and cigarette packs. Some of this we have in common.
Sometimes I imagine he was alone as I am now; sometimes I cannot guess. He did not complain - in this we are not alike. He is dead now and I cannot ask him, "Why not?" ![]() The music I am listening to as I write is (still, several weeks later) Arvo Pärt Spiegel im spiegel. Thanks to a gracious young woman at the music store (Remenyi House of Music Ltd., near Bloor & Yonge in Toronto) I easily found the sheet music and sent it to my grand-daughter who is working on it (says her mother). Along with Simon Jeffes' 'Nothing Really Blue' for four hands which she doesn't sell but remembered seeing free on the Internet - quite remarkable behaviour for Toronto.I found Steven Mithen through Edward Wilson. I read Edward Wilson because I thought he knew something about Paul Gaugin (it was on the cover). Following along I looked at Steven Mithen's book 'The Singing Neanderthals: The Origins of Music, Language, Mind and Body', Weidenfeld & Nicholson, 2005, ISBN: 0-297-64317-7. Mithen's arguments seem sort'a sketchy ... but sure, hard evidence is scanty. And the notions that music coevolved with language or even preceded language are liberating enough to overlook the absence of categorical antecedents. Because? Because music (musick) does indeed "soothe the savage breast" (and concomitantly the savage beast) and everyone knows it. Matt Mahurin calls this image of his 'Internet Porn' but I am thinking of Roger Scruton's 'Sexual Desire: A Philosophical Investigation' in which he opines that oral sex - presenting (ablating?) one's face into the genitalia of another - includes identity involvement. (The face being a primary proxy for identity.)The difference between a human sexual partner and the Internet or a computer is what then? Absence of shame I wonder? And why would one, should one, be ashamed of offering to trade identity for love? Still thinking about The Hag, Goblins, & dream transformations: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The last is based upon some images in Milton's 'Paradise Lost': "... the Night-Hag, when call’d in secret, riding through the air she comes lur’d with the smell of infant blood, to dance with Lapland witches, while the labouring moon eclipses at thir charms." My friend Simon offered me a tansformation mask, and I asked for an eagle instead, foolish boy. Gilmar & Bruno Galvão: (Gilmar gets it horizontally, but Bruno Galvão takes it vertical.) ![]() AI-5 Padrão FIFA standard: All together we put Brazil forward ...
One day by the marge of Lake LaBarge:
These are the photographs I was going to post last time and didn't. They were likely taken in the 60s sometime so the girls will be grown up and probably gone. A brief bio on her website tells me that the photographer, Mirella Ricciardi (1935-), is still on the go in more-or-less comfortable retirement. Look closely at the girl above - at her knobby knee and foot, the angle of her leg, visible sternum - there's a lot in it. When a woman poses like that - hipshot, with her hands behind her head - it may be to emphasize her breasts, provovative even when she is starving. Consider her regard, her visage ... perhaps provocative and ... defiant, self-possessed. (But I'm guessing, and anyway, it could just be air-brushed, and by an interloper at that.) Something else ... a glance (also mentioned by Roger Scruton as a first cause) ... ... and the realization that digging out may simply not be in the cards. |

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear:
I apologize for being rude and stupid - a boor. I simply look at the order of points in Chapters 12 & 13, the mis-naming of abatement as 'mitigation', and respond with the Brazilian anti-smoking image. A more gracious and civilized reviewer (Mark Jaccard) says, more gently, "Lately, however, he has begun to disappoint — as demonstrated by The Climate Casino," and goes on to politely & coolly demonstrate the point. Speaking of Nordhaus' earlier work he says, "... his analysis essentially vindicated business as usual for our fossil fuel-addicted economy." For me, Nordhaus' pervasive equivocation in 'The Climate Casino' carries on with the vindication - in spades. Nordhaus is a seriously smart guy though, no doubt about that - like an actuary you meet in the Sun Life cafeteria (since in those days the actuaries sometimes ate with the hoi polloi and it really was a free lunch) - who tells you he can closely determine the event but chokes when he thinks of telling. (Because he knows which side his bread is buttered on? Can't say.) Perhaps he is a deeply conservative surfer caught on a growing (overwhelming?) wave of cognitive dissonance: ![]() °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸,ø¤°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º So ... we've got John Kerry's speech in Jakarta ignored; Jim Hansen wringing his hands and focussing his angst on a nuclear renaissance (see his March 10th OpEd); and William Nordhaus (in thick bifocals) damning action with faint praise - or praising inaction with equivocation as the case may be. Dumb & Dumber enlisting Jim Prentice to shill for Enbridge's Gateway pipeline slides into perspective and becomes exactly what it is - comic relief. We're not in Kansas anymore gentle reader.
Apologies to Mark Jaccard - he kindly emailed me a copy of the review but was concerned that I might distribute it (and I presume, upset some kind of copyright arrangement). For the record, someone may have gone down to a library, found a Science Magazine there, and taken a copy from that.It is incredible to me that on this issue which is so important to us all (or should be), opinions are restricted by commerce. Bollocks! Some of the leading lights, James Hansen in particular, make sure that their thoughts are distributed openly. Even more incredible that such a smart guy as William Nordhaus puts himself on the status quo (and personally comfortable I guess) side of the discussion. It is reassuring to find gentle criticism in Mark Jaccard's review - otherwise I might think I am really crazy. In Nordhaus' article for NYR 'Why the Global Warming Skeptics Are Wrong' (linked to above) he is so clear - why then is 'The Climate Casino' so wishy washy?
"GOD DAMN THEM ALL! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, we'd fire no guns, shed no tears. But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's Privateers." °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸,ø¤°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º ![]() Hardly 'the last' by any means but that's what it feels like tonight. And the music I am actually listening to as I write is Arvo Pärt: Spiegel im spiegel not Stan Rogers.Jim Hansen (it seems to me) knows time is running out and so does what he can to promote a desperate & extreme long shot - Thorium nuclear reactors - not to mention just as dirty as CO2 if not moreso. He's not the only one: Gwynne Dyer, the guy at The Guardian? ... George Monbiot, Clive Hamilton; to mention just a few. Or the likes of Marina Silva and Elizabeth May who do what they can (read 'waste their time and energy') in the moribund political realm. Ai ai ai! °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸,ø¤°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º I collected some photographs of young Turkana girls taken a long time ago when the lake was larger - viz. before Ethiopia decided they need the water in it more than Kenya does. I was going to post them, maybe later. °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸,ø¤°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º It may be that all you can see here is negativity, boorish and puerile criticism, silly ranting, perverse photomontages and such like. See what you will see gentle reader, and be well. |
The Global Climate Convergence - Earth Day to May Day, 2014:![]() ![]() Website: Global Climate Convergence; also see: Popular Resistance for news.
Provenance: I go looking to see what's up with Tim DeChristopher and find this interview with Acronym TV: ![]() ![]() Observations: Tim's intellectual trajectory is evident & straightforward. He is one of those who thinks we are already in for it and so emphasises mitigation & adaptation over abatement. But the word 'paradigm' is so misused that I shudder when I hear it, and he uses it several times. Maybe that divinity school also has a course named Equivocation 101. Is that it? Michael Mann's analysis of the temperature rise hiatus - described in a recent issue of Scientific American - leads him to say (and me to agree) that perhaps the 2015-2020 deadline has been pushed out a few years. Mann says to 2036, but that is to a mathematically inevitable +2°C world. So I am adjusting to 2025 (for round numbers' sake) as the very last chance to flatten the Keeling Curve and dodge the bullet. Getting to the 'many mansions' stage of the proceedings perhaps eh? Let's hear it for economic collapse before 2025. There's a lot more to this which I will get to eventually; in particular just where 'apocalypse' properly fits in. I'll be gone by 2025 (which influences apocalyptic credibility :-). ![]() Harmonic Convergence: Mankind's second chance. It is writ large, somewhere: "In the cusp of converging ages, one blinding, holy moment of transcendence ... shall transform the Zeitgeist with perfect synchronicity, into the pure, ineffable expression of indivisible ... oneness." (Don't follow leaders. Watch yer parkin' meters.) |