Showing posts with label Oakland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oakland. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 February 2012

End-running nihilism (or trying to).

(or thinking about trying to at least, or wishing to be thinking about trying ...)
Up, Down, Appendices, Postscript.

Stephen Harper.Unfinished business: I expected better videos than either the MSN ones (or my rude copies: 1 & 2) of Stephen Harper's speech in Davos to turn up;Stephen Harper. and indeed there is one: you can watch the original at the World Economic Forum site, here. There is also an inferior one on YouTube (with the audio out of sync).

Times're gonna stay tough ... yup; we gotta do what we gotta do to ensure growth. ... And by the way, we can't afford for you to retire just yet ... and uh ... we gotta build more prisons, right away quick.

In 2007, in the Fourth Assessment Report on Climate Change (AR4), the IPCC said: "Most of the observed increase in global average temperatures since the mid-20th century is very likely due to the observed increase in anthropogenic greenhouse gas concentrations." Nevermind the five-syllable words, let's see if we can get the simple ones sorted out: 'most' is an unambiguous adjective meaning more than half; and, 'very likely' is IPCC-speak for 90 to 99% confidence - i.e. for every 10 such statements expect 9 or more of them to pan out.

So, putting it in cro-magnon terms: How would you bet faced with 1 in 9 odds of winning? ('Winning' in this case being a sort of twisted & relative term.)

Rodrigo Chaves.
[Rodrigo Chaves comes through with another gooder: O Mendigo Precursor / The beggar forerunner.]
There used to be a beggar on my street who spent the entire day arguing about everything. He put out all these ideas thinking they were important, but only rarely did anyone pay attention.

Now he's just another Twitter user.


Any mention of these idiot softwares: Facebook, Twitter, Google, Windows ... leads me to reflect on how things have devolved since the 1960's & 70's in the realm of computer technology. Oh sure, the hardware has 'improved', Moore's Law and all that (though the improvement may impress poor Congolese women and Chinese Foxconn workers less than some others); but the evolution has been towards stupidity & greed & contempt on all sides. What we imagined back then: Fourth Generation Languages; Structured English Query Language; Natural Language Interface; acronyms with meat on their bones - these were going to be tools for general emancipation, and instead ... but ... nevermind.

Comics for the 10's:
[From André Dahmer, Malvados.]
Malvados.Malvados.1964: The dolphin is a Cetacean.

2011: I think dolphins are fish. / It's a whale. / Hahaha, who cares?


Calvin & Hobbes.Calvin & Hobbes.Infinitely Demanding: Ethics of Commitment, Politics of Resistance by Simon Critchley, 2007: at the Toronto Public Library; no cheap copies at Abe's; new hardcovers from about $30 - Ai ai AI!

Crossing the pons nihilum, or the Rubicon ... or something.
[Wikipedia gives us this nugget on Pons asinorum: "... the term is also used as a metaphor for a problem or challenge which will separate the sure of mind from the simple, the fleet thinker from the slow, the determined from the dallier; to represent a critical test of ability or understanding."]

[I am now about half-way through (or across - in my dreams at least) - having scuttled along to the end to see how it turns out - so the next post will likely be more of the same.]

Simon Critchley.Most photographs of Simon Critchley show him quite serious, even pugnacious; but really he is a joker - able to traverse complex philosophical slalom courses with alacrity and all the time letting go a string of cartoon baloons behind himself with "LOOK AT ME!" in bold caps - a veritable Calvin & Hobbes.

That said, two chapters of Infinitely Demanding, the first and the very end bit of the last (though I would call it 'penultimate', next to last, because there is an appendix which seems integral) come across so clear to me, so pellucid, that I will reproduce them in the hope that someone somewhere will say somthing about them to me (even just, "Take that shit down you asshole! It's copyright!" would be ok).

Here they are:
     Introduction - The possibility of commitment, and,
     Chapter 4 Anarchic metapolitics, Section k Conclusion.

[In response to Google's increasing desire to become Big Brother, these addenda are with LiveJournal. (We've come a long way from 'No Evil' eh Baby?)]

If those two excerpts are the bread - the filling of the sandwich ain't bad neither. If I do let my eyes glaze over some of the prose, much of it gets full attention and makes me wish I could talk like that.

[Apologies to Shepard Fairey and André the Giant for trying to remove just a little of the irony.]
Since 2007 (when this book of Simon's was published) he has been putting out at least one book every year - which, taken with his demeanour in the video lectures I have seen, is concerning, suspicious. Is he raising one or more families I wonder? Indulging bad habits?

The other question mark (I wish I had that literary marketeer handy to know how many copies have been sold) is, f'rinstance: how Derrick Jensen is plausibly dissing 'Hope' when material like this is in circulation? But maybe it's not really quite in circulation eh? Maybe the erudition & name-dropping puts people off. Is that it? (Ah, Jensen's Endgame was 2006 - I had remembered it as 2008.)

The jist of it (or the heft, or the bare bones ... or something) is in this diagram from the Introduction:

PHILOSOPHY

DISAPPOINTMENT
↙                                     ↘
RELIGIOUS                                     POLITICAL
↓                                                         ↓
QUESTION OF                                QUESTION OF
MEANING                                         JUSTICE    
↓                                                         ↓
PROBLEM OF                                     NEED FOR     
NIHILISM                                           ETHICS     
       ↙            ↘                                                   ↓                   
PASSIVE         ACTIVE                    ETHICAL EXPERIENCE
NIHILISM     NIHILISM                ETHICAL SUBJECTIVITY

Figure 1

Chapter 2 Dividualism - how to build an ethical subject, opens with this quote from Fernando Pessoa:
       "We never know self-realization.
         We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky."

[When I was learning Portuguese I tried to read Fernando Pessoa - just about a complete failure though one or two things got through ... long story ...]
Here's one paragraph from the section 'Knud Ejler Løgstrup - the unfulfillable demand' in Chapter 2 (pages 54-55 in the hardcover edition):
     In this connection, Hans Fink and Alasdair Maclntyre write, rightly in my view:
Løgstrup did indeed take the ethical demand to be that which was commanded by Jesus when he repeated the injunction of Leviticus to love our neighbour as ourselves. But for Løgstrup ... the ethical demand is not laid upon Christians rather than non-Christians. There is not Christian morality and secular morality. There is only human morality.21
The core of Løgstrup's teaching is that human morality requires responsivity to the ethical demand, an approval of the demand that is experienced in relation to another living person, the neighbour, whether friend or foe. What this entails, interestingly I think, is that the ethical demand is phenomenologically the same for the secularist or the theist. I experience a radical demand and try to shape my subjectivity in relation to it. Whether the demand ultimately emanates from God, the abyssal void at the heart of being, the fairies at the bottom of my garden, or some other occult source is something we cannot know, for good Kantian reasons. The ultimate metaphysical source of ethical obligation, should there be such a thing, is simply not cognizable. In my more extreme view, the question of the metaphysical ground or basis of ethical obligation should simply be disregarded as a philosophical wheel spinning with neither friction nor forward motion. Instead, the focus should be on the radicality of the human demand that faces us, a demand that requires phenomenology and not metaphysics. To put it more paradoxically, knowing that there is no God, we have to subject ourselves to the demand to be God-like, knowing that we are sure to fail because of our finite condition - a godless subjectivation. For Løgstrup, as we have seen, to fail to meet the ethical demand of the neighbour is to fail our existence irreparably. We can now see that such failure is inevitable, for we can never hope to fulfil the radicality of the ethical demand. But far from failure being a reason for dejection or disaffection, I think it should be viewed as the condition for courage in ethical action. The motto for ethical subjectivity is given by Beckett in Worstward Ho, 'Try again. Fail again. Fail better.'22
Several high fences vaulted - out of the paddock and into the common (as it were); and with a gentleness, a civility, which is (for me) evidenced here in the phrase "the core of Løgstrup's teaching", giving the lie to my nonsense above about Calvin & Hobbes, or at least considerably qualifying it.

Carl Scmitt.Carl Scmitt.A-and for a fool like me the term 'crypto-Schmittianism' (the subject of the Appendix) has a certain ring to it (echoes of Candice Bergen in Boston Legal - a different spelling of Schmidt an' all).

What with Stephen Harper's recent performance in Davos and his activities since and so on ...

A sense of humour is a saving grace. :-)A nugget: "I will show how humour can be conceived as a practice of minimal sublimation that both maintains and alleviates the division of the ethical subject."

Blogging platforms:
Tried: LiveJournal (ok), WordPress (limited & annoying), Tumblr (toy), Blogger (Google, evil), Technorati (shite).
Possible: Movable Type, Posterous Spaces, Drupal (?), Xanga, Open Salon (suspicious).
Other: GitHub (Occupy Wall Street), Diaspora (?).

Blackbirds in trees ...
#1 - Pixação
The monsters are enjoying themselves.Pixação or pichação is grafitti; pixadores are people who grafitti (according to the OED it is a verb ... they are simply wrong once in a while).

Is Pixação active or passive nihilism then? Or neither? Check out this longish trailer for the documentary film Pixo, by João Weiner & Roberto Oliveira (10 minutes, Portuguese with French subtitles).

When I saw the grafitti in Rio - on the upper stories of tall buildings - well (I thought) obviously these guys are fit at least.

#2a - Occupy Oakland & Toronto
Occupy Oakland: Jean Quan.Occupy Oakland: Fire.Occupy Oakland: More smoke.Occupy Oakland: Smoke.Occupy Oakland: Red batons.Occupy Oakland: Spanish included.Occupy Oakland: There is a flatiron building in Oakland too.Occupy Oakland still has legs,
Occupy Toronto not so much.


Occupy Oakland's letter to the powers-that-be is below. Some ambiguity as usual about who is 'in charge' Occupy Oakland or Occupy Oakland Move-In Day or (more likely) 'all of the above'.

When I checked Occupy Toronto's site last Sunday morning early there was nary a word about Oakland (?) - though this was put (sort of) right by noon - and a lot of it goes on with Facebook & Twitter where I do not venture.

#2b - Occupy London
This from the Guardian: Hopes fade for St Paul's Occupy camp compromise; actually contains some cause for faint hope of another kind. Now that the piggish Dean, Graeme Knowles, is gone, the timid Christians seem almost willing to take a stand, almost ready to strengthen the things which remain. They could just be making gestures in the protective shadow of 'The Corporation' with its injunction & soulless bureaucrats & lawyers & hired thugs ... or ... maybe not.

Giles Fraser (the ex-Canon Chancellor of St Paul's Cathedral who quit in protest last October) had this to say. He seems to understand what's what - but like Chris Hedges (whom he mentions) he also seems to think Christianity is somehow part of the solution. Doh!?

... lost count, must be ... #4 - Tuition Fees
From this NYT article come some approximate facts on the (annual) costs of education among the 1%:
     Columbia Grammar and Preparatory: $38,340 for 12th grade;
     Horace Mann: $37,275 for the upper school;
     Harvard: $36,305;
     Riverdale Country School: $40,450 for 12th grade;
     Brearley’s: $38,200;
     Dalton School: $36,970;
     Avenues: $39,750 starting in nursery school;
     Spence: $37,500;
     Saint Ann’s (a relative bargain): $25,000 in nursery school; plus,
     Manhattan Private School Advisors (consultants at additional cost): $21,500.

What keeps the prices rising, they say, is the seemingly endless stream of people more than willing to pay them.

#5-12 - Megrimish
[So I said to Post Carbon Toronto (suggesting a Meetup):
it seems to me that one of the most pressing issues is despair - either trying to avoid it (which is more difficult the more you know and understand of 'the science'), or trying to deal with it and find a way forward despite it
       a book has come my way, 'Infinitely Demanding: Ethics of Commitment, Politics of Resistance' by Simon Critchley, 2007 - there are a few copies at TPL - which is shedding some light on what I call despair and what he calls nihilism (more or less)
       how about a meetup, led by some competent philosopher or activist (maybe wazizname ... Mike Balkwill?) who has read the book, to discuss ways towards some kind of eco-sanity, towards a post-carbon economy & society and so forth - when faced by the likes of Stephen Harper & his venal cabal?
       I have read the likes of Derrick Jensen & Clive Hamilton & so on ... and what Critchley is putting out seems to me to potentially trump all that
       please let me know what you think
And I said to the book-club lady:
I believe it was you who was organizing a book club (?) But it was a
while ago and I could be mistaken.
       If so, please let me know what is happening with it.
A-and I said to a guy who reportedly knows all about despair in the upper ranks of ENGOs (who had not followed through on a vague previous commitment):
maybe what is required is a more specific proposal :-)
       how about a seminar or some kind of event around the notions of Simon Critchley in 'Infinitely Demanding: Ethics of Commitment, Politics of Resistance'?
       or, in the event that you have not read this book, let me buy you a copy on the understanding that we will definitely meet to discuss it when you have read it? (for this I will need a mailing address)
How far out on this limb do I have to climb I wonder? All the way I guess. Whatever ...]

#13 (lucky for some) - Long live Alan Burke.




Disobey. Lie to officials if necessary. Dissemble.

[Don't believe a word this obviously unbalanced and unrepentant whoremonger has to say. (AND an unregenerate reprobate! AND prolly one'a them damned anarchist athiests too!) There is a bit from Ken Kesey's Sometimes a Great Notion ... below.]
Standing, waiting, in the supermarket checkout line behind someone using a debit card. When they finally finish and go away it is sometimes good for a smile from the cashier to suggest a 10% surcharge for the aggravation. It takes longer; it involves paying a premium - some kind of fee I believe - for the dubious privilege of using it; even a credit card would be understandable since there is an up to 30-day interest-free loan for paying before the due date. But since it slows things down I guess it is good - and it does provide an opportunity to covertly observe the bourgeoisie in action (or the lumpenproletariat putting on airs, whatever). It is about a false sense of security and status; and it means someone can easily track what was bought when and by whom and what class they belong to (based on their bank balance).

And anyway, the government hates cash - no more $1,000 bills to flaunt. I paid off a divorce lawyer one time with big bills (two hands full of 'em) - and the smile she came out with made her look like she was coming in her knickers.

The up-side of this whole situation is that there is nowhere to go. I often dream these days of a little garden somewhere away from it all and regret not having been clever enough to put some cash away to buy one when I had it - a place to dig & delve, dibble & hoe - but there is no longer any 'away' any where. Doesn't matter where you are or where you go ("You can't get there from here," as the Eskimo said to the Scotsman.)

Disobey. Lie to officials if necessary. Dissemble.But this is an up-side because ... well, maybe it plays to the strong suit in the human deck for once. Might be too late by the time it kicks in en masse; but then again, might not be. Have to wait & see.

The Fat Lady is already singing - you don't have to listen real hard to hear her - but she will really tune up by 2015. I am on the very edge of my front-row VIP seat.There's equality for you. :-) (All the seats are in the front row for this show - there's equality for you.)

Be well.
[The images have come to me one by one in the last while: Top from Miss Numa who says it came from Paris Vogue in 1972; Don't know where I got the next one, but if you look carefully at what seems to be one of those tourist souvenir licence plates just behind on her right it says 'Namaste'; 3rd from Henry Adebonojo labelled 'Ruth'; Bottom from Mambu Bayoh.]

Postscript:

Vale S.A.TEPCO Tokyo Electric Power Company.Prêmio 'Nobel' da vergonha corporativa mundial: grandes vencedores em 2012 são Vale S.A. (Sociedade Anônima) e TEPCO Tokyo Electric Power Company.

 
Andrew Liveris.DOW Olympics, London 2012.DOW Olympics, London 2012.Andrew Liveris.
Why does the DOW CEO, Andrew Liveris, remind me of Don Blankenship? Must be the moustache.

Lynas.AkzoNobel pulls out. Lynas goes ahead. Place called Gebeng near Kuantan in Pahang (state) Malaysia (map). In the NYT (more and more of it behind a pay wall) on January 31 & February 1: "20,000 tons a year of low-level radioactive waste" (should have guessed). What does 'low level' mean I wonder?

SunCentral Inc. Schematic.A good idea from SunCentral Inc. (Couldn't you do a similar thing with refrigerators?) Doesn't matter; Joe Oliver has abruptly cancelled the ecoEnergy Retrofit program; and the R&D Tax Credit scheme is being restructured to better serve the interests of large established companies. Mixed emotions ... I didn't call it a 'scheme' for nothing ... whatever.

A-and, saving the best for last: in November 2011 the k-k-Canadian GDP shrank by 0.1 per cent. Given what I saw of Christmas shopping in Toronto The Good the December numbers (when they are finished cooking them) might be even better, who knows? Maybe more? Maybe 0.2 percent shrinkage?

HALLELUJAH!

There IS hope!
(infinitesimally faint, but yes, glimmering)

Appendices:

1. Dear Mayor Jean Quan, Oakland Police Department, and Oakland City Council, Occupy Oakland, sometime before January 28 2012.

 

1. Sometimes a Great Notion (excerpts), Ken Kesey, 1964.

 

Dear Mayor Jean Quan, Oakland Police Department, and Oakland City Council, Occupy Oakland, sometime before January 28 2012.

As you probably know, Occupy Oakland is planning the occupation of a building on January 28th that will serve as a social center, convergence center, headquarters, free kitchen, and place of housing for Occupy Oakland. Like so many other people, Occupy Oakland is homeless while buildings remain vacant and unused. For Occupy this is in large part because of yourselves, having evicted us twice from public space that was rightfully ours. For others it is because of the housing bubble, predatory lending, the perpetual crises of capitalism, and far reaching histories of imperialism and systemic violence.

Our families, friends, and communities built the buildings that sit empty in post-industrial Oakland. Now these buildings outnumber the homeless and represent the theft of our collective labor as the class of the unpropertied and dispossessed. Allowing this building to remain vacant while so many are in need is injurious theft, injustice; its extralegal occupancy is not.

When Occupy Oakland was first evicted on October 25, we organized a General Strike on November 2nd with only a week to plan. November 2nd proved our strength and relevancy. Conservative estimates said twenty thousand took the streets, but for those of us who marched on the ports it could have been a hundred thousand. November 2nd was an inspiration for the Occupy Movement and public condemnation of your violent repression.

Eventually we reoccupied Oscar Grant Plaza only to suffer a second violent eviction on November 14th. At this time there was a national crackdown on the Occupy movement as evictions were happening in Boston, New York City, Atlanta, Portland OR and elsewhere. It was revealed that you, Jean Quan, had been coordinating with federal agents how to best repress dissent. In response Occupy Oakland was the impetus for a West Coast Port Shut Down, in solidarity with Longview ILWU workers whose union is under attack by EGT. The action escalated to a national and then international action as more occupations signed on. In Oakland alone the shutdown cost some $8.7 million dollars in lost revenue and proved that when civic and economic institutions do not serve us, we can shut them down.

Since the beginning of the Occupy Movement when you have exacted violent repression on us we have proven that we are more powerful and diffuse than you. If you try to evict us again we will make your lives more miserable than you make ours.

This may be in one or more of the following forms:
       -Blockading the airport indefinitely
       -Occupying City Hall indefinitely
       -Shutting down the Oakland ports
       -Calling on anonymous for solidarity

It will be in our mutual interest if you respect our occupation by recognizing our residency and imminent domain. We are sure that we all look forward to the needs of Oakland’s people finally being met.

Don’t fuck with the Oakland Commune.

Signed, Occupy Oakland Move-In Assembly.


Sometimes a Great Notion (excerpts), Ken Kesey, 1964.

1. Leland gets on the bus:

... The postcard rang in my ears. My stomach rolled, voices tolled in my head—that interior monitor of mine bellowing for me to WATCH OUT! HANG ON! THIS IS IT! YOU'RE FINALLY COMPLETELY FLIPPING! I clutched the armrests of the bus seat desperately, terrified.
     Looking back (I mean now, here, from this particular juncture in time, able to be objective and courageous thanks to the miracle of modern narrative technique), I see the terror clearly, but I find it a little difficult to believe that I was sincerely able to blame much of this burgeoning terror on the rather hackneyed fear of going mad. While it was quite fashionable at the time for one to claim to be constantly threatened by the fear of finally flipping out, I don't think I had been able to honestly convince myself of my right to the claim for a good while. In fact, ...

2. Hank brings Leland across the river in the boat:

     We get to the dock and I tie up the boat and throw a little tarp over the motor after I shut it off. I think for just a second about asking Lee to shut off the motor while I tie up—figuring he'd grab that live plug like old Henry does at least once a week and shock the shit out of himself—but I decide against that too. I'm deciding against things right and left, it looks like. Because for one thing I'm thinking more and more that there is some kind of truly big strain on the kid. He's quit talking and is looking around at the place. His eyes are kind of glassy. And there's a silence stretched between us like barbed wire. But for all of that I feel pretty good. He did come back; by god he did come back. I cough and spit in the water and look out to where the sun's tumbling toward the bay like a big dusty red rose. In the fall when they burn the stubble off the fields the sun gets this dusty hazy color, and the mare's-tail clouds whipping along near Wakonda Head look like goldenrod bent over by the wind. It's always real pretty. You can almost hear it ring in the sky.
     "Look yonder," I say, pointing at the sunset.
     He turns slow, batting his eyes like he's in a daze. "What?" he says.
     "There. Look there. There where the sun is."
     "There what?" WATCH OUT. "Where?"
     I start to tell him but I see he just can't see it, it's clear he can't. No more than a color-blind man can see color. Something is really haywire with him. So I say, "Nothing, nothing. A salmon jumped is all. You missed it."
     "Oh yeah?" Lee keeps his gaze turned from his brother, but is alert to his every move: WATCH OUT NOW . . .
     I keep telling myself to go shake his hand and tell him how glad I am that he's come, but I know it's something I can't pull off. I couldn't do that no more than I could ...


Down.

Saturday, 31 December 2011

Even the (colossal) sun has spots.

or, "Shit!" roared the King; and all his subjects stooped and strained, for in those days the King's word was Law.
Up, Down, Appendices, Afterword.

Two poems by Wallace Stevens side by each: which cannot be dependably formatted with HTML to appear much like they do on the pages of Collected Poems (1954, republished 1981). Not that Stevens indulged in typographic effects to the degree of, say, ee cummings, and not that cummings is of the same calibre either; still, he or someone close to him was careful in the selection of fonts (Electra); I think he cared. But it simply cannot be accomplished on the Internet, too many variables - there it is.

So, get the book, read these poems: The Motive For Metaphor from about 1947; and, Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself sometime later but before Collected Poems was published - it is the last poem in the book. Stevens was 75 when it came out and died before his next birthday.

I know "It was like a new knowledge of reality," is ... lame, precious. OK?


 THE MOTIVE FOR METAPHOR


You like it under the trees in autumn,
Because everything is half dead.
The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves
And repeats words without meaning.

In the same way, you were happy in spring,
With the half colors of quarter-things,
The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds,
The single bird, the obscure moon—

The obscure moon lighting an obscure world
Of things that would never be quite expressed,
Where you yourself were never quite yourself
And did not want nor have to be,

Desiring the exhilarations of changes:
The motive for metaphor, shrinking from
The weight of primary noon,
The A B C of being,

The ruddy temper, the hammer
Of red and blue, the hard sound—
Steel against intimation—the sharp flash,
The vital, arrogant, fatal, dominant X.
 
  
NOT IDEAS ABOUT THE THING
      BUT THE THING ITSELF

       At the earliest ending of winter,
       In March, a scrawny cry from outside
       Seemed like a sound in his mind.

       He knew that he heard it,
       A bird's cry, at daylight or before,
       In the early March wind.

       The sun was rising at six,
       No longer a battered panache above snow . . .
       It would have been outside.

       It was not from the vast ventriloquism
       Of sleep's faded papier-maché . . .
       The sun was coming from outside.

       That scrawny cry—it was
       A chorister whose c preceded the choir.
       It was part of the colossal sun,

       Surrounded by its choral rings,
       Still far away. It was like
       A new knowledge of reality.

Elsie Moll Stevens by Adolph Weinman, maybe.Elsie Moll Stevens by Adolph Weinman, maybe.Same length; two birds & two alphabets; two pauses made with periods and spaces, two 'outside's; that's all. I don't pretend to understand - just a kind of comfort that comes to me with Stevens.

I don't go looking for him; he arrives in odd ways, somehow, when I haven't even realized that I am glad to see him coming.


(Previously: Sunday Morning and Which is real? being the first poem of Stevens' I ever encountered. And since HTML is so undependable, here is an image of something like the idea I was shooting at: two of Stevens' poems.)

Ski stories:

From a distance you could see the trails cut on the side of the hill spelling L O L. Dad stopped the car so he could point it out. We were on our way to a big party the year that the deal was cut to go commercial; mid-50's sometime. I was a kid and did not know how to ski very well so I got dumped on the baby hill.

There was a microphone and PA system. A dare-devil was announced and - there he came! Dressed in flowing gauzy green veils, yodeling. Down the steepest parts - airborne off every mogul and then crashing, spectacularly, again and again. Would he get up? How could he carry on? There was so much applause and cheering that he made a second run. And I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to imitate him. No one noticed that I know of.



A few years later we were skiing on another hill, for the weekend; around Huntsville I think. There was a T-bar where the Model A rope-tow had been the year before, and a big competition was going on somewhere nearby.

Overnight it snowed heavily and in the morning the hill was covered with many inches of new powder. It was early - the tow was just starting up; and cold enough that the snow crunched as we stepped. We were all laughing.

Dad set out to demonstrate a telemark turn and came down a steep part of the hill. It was long and slow and graceful, arms held out from his shoulders, one leg trailing far behind the other (in those days you could still adjust your bindings to do such things) - a ballet. But the snow was not as deep as you needed for a telemark and he hit a rock and fell. One of his skis came off and went a little way farther down before it stopped.

Later on, at the lunch counter in the lodge, a man speaking in a heavy accent ordered a peanut butter and pickle sandwich. Everyone laughed (including me); and the server said, archly, "Would you like that toasted?" He thought for a moment and said, "Sure, why not?" Dad said to me, "That guy just won the giant slalom - let them laugh."



(A part of dad's story though he is not mentioned there, from the Toronto Ski Club. They call it Blue Mountain, but there was another name.)

The days are getting longer again. Every year it takes 'til christmas to get over daylight saving time and the first solid returning perception is this: either the days are getting longer or at least they have stopped getting shorter. An indrawn hopeful breath.

Noam Chomsky, April 2011.Not a Twitter message:

Noam Chomsky answers questions from: John Berger, Chris Hedges, Ken Loach, Paul Laverty, Amira Hass, and Alice Walker (50 minutes). Discovered at the Real News; made back in March - some of his responses may have changed since Occupy.

A-and a quickie: Chomsky's tongue twister (30 seconds).

The two latest reads from Chris Hedges:
       Losing Moses on the Freeway 2005, and;
       I Don't Believe in Atheists 2008.
Framed (for me) by:
       War Is a Force That Gives Us Meaning 2002, and;
       Death of the Liberal Class 2010.

He might well have called it I Don't Believe in Fundamentalists. A-and I did hear Christopher Hitchens say, just before he died, "There is no absolute knowledge," ... so, not much light shed here either. I think there is more to be learned from who gives a fuck about such questions than from considering their more or less arcane & irrelevant arguments - the good ol' ad hominem judgements of Clockwork Orange, Natural Born Killers and the like. Have you seen our Noam indulge it (such nonsense) anywhere? I haven't.

Words:

discover (dis-cover): mentioned here back in May (and surprisingly, for once, it took only a moment to find it). The word conjures up activity at the periphery, at the margins, borders, expansion of frontiers; but also (now that such discovery may be tainted, coloured by association with growth & exploitation) lifting portions of the proximate field like a rug or throw-cloth (or like the sod recently laid at St. James'), shifting the chameleon to peer behind it. Though all of this dis-covery remains quite ... liminal.



shibboleth: not a word one uses everyday, but I did (it just slipped out), and someone took me up on what it means, and I said 'taboo' - so I was concerned as I scrolled down the OED list of meanings, a long entry, and I began to think I had been mistaken ... or not.

1. The Hebrew word used by Jephthah as a test-word by which to distinguish the fleeing Ephraimites (who could not pronounce the sh) from his own men the Gileadites (Judges xii. 4–6).
2. A word or sound which a person is unable to pronounce correctly; a word used as a test for detecting foreigners, or persons from another district, by their pronunciation. A peculiarity of pronunciation or accent indicative of a person's origin.
3. A catchword or formula adopted by a party or sect, by which their adherents or followers may be discerned, or those not their followers may be excluded.
4. (added in 1993) A moral formula held tenaciously and unreflectingly, especially a prohibitive one; a taboo.

And one of the citations is to Faulkner's The Hamlet: "Eating ... things which the weary long record of shibboleth and superstition had taught his upright kind to call filth."

So. A-and just twenty-five years to get there. You say 'growth' and I'll say 'growf'. Is that it?



accouterment (accoutrement?): distractingly related to 'cooter' as soon as you voice it (uh oh) ... found in this NYT article: Economic Downturn Took a Detour at Capitol Hill by Eric Lichtblau on the 26th. And I can't make out if it is an authentic Americanism or a typo.

Change in net-worth, 2004-2010.At the right is a bit of the 'interactive' graphic. There seem to be some arithmetic errors computing percentages in the original, which I can't fathom, but the overall numbers are interesting. Everyone knows what a 'percentile' is eh? I didn't remember it exactly so here, have a look in Wikipedia.



cf. perk / perquisite: both of which have the complete OED imprimatur;

(cf.: abbreviation of Latin confer - bring together, compare, contrast).




All this cooter and liminal dis-covery stuff takes my mind back to an early girlfriend, Irish; she would play games with me (though not the main event, which drove me mad) and used to say uncomforbtle for 'uncomfortable' with a charming childish lisp in an (apparently) unforgettable way.

That Chomsky plays word-games too, though better ones than I no doubt, makes me brazen.

Is there any use in any of this? Beyond a sort of prozac-avoidance mechanism? Beyond busy-work?

Pintando os dedos.Pintando os dedos.(A government funded event took place in São Paulo recently, Pintando o 5 Desafio de artes. A challenge they say (desafio). "Três artistas, música, platéia, muitos improvisos, e tudo muda a cada cinco minutos." / 'Three artists, music, audience, many improvisations, and everything changes every five minutes.' Looks like marking time to me - but who am I to criticize?)

I altered their logo, I prefer to see the five fingers of a hand, painted and ... creating. The abstract '5' might almost be an 'S' - for Superman, Sleveen ... or, or ...   Sexo!

(A friend of mine used to refer to a sex act she called 'the whole ten-finger grope' but that's another story.)










I troll around the Internet (far too much), self-indulgence; picking up images that correspond to some degree with the interior landscape; or that simply remind me of far-away Brasilian friends.

And the images that catch my eye these days, the ones I select, are running to what you see here. I figgure some kind of internalization is taking place, waking an anima that haunts my dreams. For a long time I thought it was Abishag - 'faloorum ding doorum' and all - but no, it's subtler than that. And not just one! Though it is no nightmare y'unnerstan' - these are friendly ghosts, allies, stern sometimes but never threatening. There's none of The Hag about 'em, no. More like some of the faces at the end of Coppola's Apocalypse Now maybe. And it's not that 'Golden-Age-in-the-past' guff neither.

In Terra Caetano sings: "... as tais fotografias em que apareces inteira porém lá não estavas nua e sim coberta de nuvens." / 'those photographs in which you appear entirely, yet not naked since you are wearing clouds.' A modest earth.

Pierre Trudeau's 'mere tribalism' (not to mention his 'Where is Biafra?') does not figure into this - it's not that kind of snobbery. But I am not so clever as the real intellectuals and I can't sort things out so nicely. Where do positive tribal qualities fit into anti-globalization struggles f'rinstance? Into sectarianism? How to distinguish Arabs and Israelis living in a single unified Palestine/Israel from, say, the Canadian federation and Québec? Seems to me the provinces would be better off separately or in smaller somewhat-aligned groups, clumps, on their own, without the Feds altogether.

In the end though it comes down to individuals and what they do, doesn't it.

¡Ya basta!A lawyer friend of mine asked me the other day what to do (about the environmental fiasco, the Cluster FCCC, the lemming sleveens, what you will). I stammered something about suicide - the romantic notion of walking out onto the lake on a cold snowy night with a quart of Macallan's like an elderly Inuk; and Vonnegut's necessary and sufficient argument against such behaviour; and so on. But when a lawyer asks for advice you had better try to say something (or else the doberman joke may lose its savour).

Line & hand in Chauvet cave.The truth is I have no idea what to do. None. Waiting. Not waiting for a miracle, just, waiting. Learning the details of doing compassion in these dark times (the hard way) and like the man says - practicing resurrection.

(Or something.)

Be well.

Afterword:

Gwynne Dyer with the verdict on Durban: Durban climate-change conference was an almost total failure. It makes me weep.

Deportation of Greenpeace.Gambling on the Future of the Planet.Africa & poor nations scream while the Rich and Getting-Rich bicker.See you at COP-Out 18 or COP-Out 19 or 20 ... it depends.South African cartoonist Jonathan Zapiro on COP-Out 17.

And previously (famously, infamously) depicting Jacob Zuma with a shower fixture implanted on his head. A shower being Zuma's prophylactic against AIDS as reported following a 2006 incident in which he (allegedly) raped a woman known to be HIV positive.

Zuma with showerhead rapes Free Speech.Zuma with showerhead rapes Justice.Zuma with showerhead.Zuma with showerhead.The women depicted as Justice and Free Speech remind me of Maite Nkoana-Mashabane - but I guess what he has done to her (and she to herself) is only vaguely analogous.

Zuma has sued Zapiro for defamation and the case will come to court in August 2012 (details here).

Guy de Maupassant La Ficelle:
... quand il aperçut par terre un petit bout de ficelle. ...

Alors il recommença à conter l'aventure, en allongeant chaque jour son récit, ajoutant chaque fois des raisons nouvelles, des protestations plus énergiques, des serments plus solennels qu'il imaginait, qu'il préparait dans ses heures de solitude, l'esprit uniquement occupé par l'histoire de la ficelle; On le croyait d'autant moins que sa défense était plus compliquée et son argumentation plus subtile.

- Ca, c'est des raisons d'menteux, disait-on derrière son dos.

Il le sentait, se rongeait les sangs, s'épuisait en efforts inutiles. Il dépérissait à vue d'oeil.

Les plaisants maintenant lui faisaient conter "la Ficelle" pour s'amuser, comme on fait conter sa bataille au soldat qui a fait campagne. Son esprit, atteint à fond, s'affaiblissait.

Vers la fin de décembre, il s'alita.
I remember the title as Un bout de ficelle, but everywhere it is called La Ficelle, maybe I am conflating Boule de Suif. (?)

Lewis H. Michaux.Lewis H. Michaux / National Memorial African Book Store in The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975 (download):
look son, I'd like to straighten you out
black is beautiful but black isn't power
knowledge is power
so you can be black as the crow
you can be white as snow
and if you don't know and ain't got no dough
you can't go and that's for sho'
Echoes of Joseph Lowery at Obama's inauguration:
when black will not be asked to get back / when brown can stick around / when yellah will be mellah / when the red man can get ahead man / and when white will embrace what is right
This doggerel has a quality of equivocation somehow; over-simplification, inaccuracy, cracks papered over ...

City of Oakland logo.City of Oakland logo.City of Oakland logo - New Dreams, New Ways.The story of Jean Quan, mayor of Oakland, seems to belong here: see below; if you can get between the lines of the double- & triple-talk NYT rhetoric that is.

Consider the punctuation in "... citing reports that “anarchists” were fomenting violence." Why not put whatver verb she used inside the quote? Not enough 'spin' that way to get 'traction' I guess. At 62 she was born in the trough between the peak and the hump of the post-war baby boom (more on that next time maybe).

Mayor Jean Quan & Police Chief (acting) Howard Jordan.Mayor Jean Quan.Mayor Jean Quan.Not a tall woman.


Change is everywhere evident; or changes at least. Since Rodney King say - though Oakland ain't quite LA either.

I know! (getting back to Peter Kent as venal poster-boy, and Stephen Harper & Laureen Teskey as Mr. & Mrs. Smug.) We can do it up as a calendar (?)       That's it! I can see it now: a set of commemorative plates suitable for hanging on the wall (beside the print of Picasso's Don Quixote, next to the Giacometti-esque maquette of the same standing on the real-wood end-table there, and across from The Little Mermaid miniature Den lille Havfrue on the shelf in the cabinet with the glass doors); John Baird, Tony Clement, Peter MacKay (as The Queen), Peter MacKay's dog as Dulcinea; Rona Ambrose & Lisa Raitt (to represent the distaff side and avoid feminist recriminations).

The Perfect Gift!
A product that makes New Year's Eve worth celebrating.
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[Renata & Rob: The fox knows many things, the hedgehog knows one big thing.]
Appendices:

1. Oakland’s Reins Blister a Mayor Raised on Protest, James Dao, December 28 2011.
2. Durban climate-change conference was an almost total failure, Gwynne Dyer, December 14 2011.


Oakland’s Reins Blister a Mayor Raised on Protest, James Dao, December 28 2011.

OAKLAND, Calif. — Days after Jean Quan was elected mayor in the fall of 2010, the Oakland police put a wheel clamp on her silver Prius while it was parked outside City Hall. She cursed her husband for not paying the family’s parking tickets and braced for the embarrassing news articles.

So it began: the rookie year from hell. In May, the city attorney quit, lambasting City Hall as being corrupt. In October, the police chief followed suit, complaining about micromanagement. In November, voters rejected a tax that Ms. Quan had advocated to help fix a budget shortfall. December brought new talk that all three of Oakland’s professional sports teams might leave for fancier digs.

But the problem that has really besieged Ms. Quan, the first woman and first Asian-American to be the city’s mayor, has been the Occupy Oakland movement, which in October turned a grassy plaza in front of City Hall into a muddy staging ground for anticorporate protests.

In a dizzying series of reversals, Ms. Quan initially embraced the protest, then ordered the camp cleared, then allowed the demonstrators to return after the police seriously injured one of them, a Marine veteran. Two weeks later, she ordered the plaza cleared again, citing reports that “anarchists” were fomenting violence.

Now, Frank H. Ogawa Plaza remains empty most days, but Ms. Quan’s mayoralty is teetering. In a city known for its flamboyant and colorful mayors, she has emerged as one of its most controversial. Conservatives accuse her of coddling the protesters, while former allies on the left are incensed that she ordered the plaza cleared at all.

And now two rival groups, one started by a black community activist, the other by a white former mayoral candidate, are vying to have her recalled.

“She should have declared a position and stuck with it,” said Dan Siegel, a longtime friend and adviser who broke with the mayor after the police cleared the plaza the second time but who opposes a recall. “The problem was going back and forth, which wound up making everyone angry with her.”

For Ms. Quan, 62, a longtime civil rights activist and former union organizer whose husband and 29-year-old daughter participated in Occupy protests, the possibility of being undone by youthful demonstrators poses a painful paradox.

To this day, she fondly recalls being “a mouthy little Chinese kid” who chided a dean at the University of California, Berkeley, in the 1960s for threatening to revoke her scholarship because she had posted leaflets calling for a grape boycott on campus. Early in the Occupy campaign, she issued statements saying she endorsed the “pro-99 percent activists.” (Yet when she appeared at a recent panel event with protest organizers, she was loudly heckled.)

In an interview over matzo ball soup, Ms. Quan, who speaks so swiftly that her sentences sometimes tumble into each other, acknowledged sympathies for the protesters. “My background has made it emotionally harder” to order police actions against them, she said. “But I’m the mayor of the city. I have to make decisions based on being the mayor.”

To her critics, Ms. Quan’s ambivalence underscores what they consider her fundamental weakness: she remains, they say, more activist than executive, uncomfortable using police power to maintain order. And in Oakland — which had 90 homicides last year, three times as many as San Diego, despite being one-third the size — public safety is issue No. 1 for many voters.

“Her handling of Occupy was a classic example of her inability to lead,” said Charles Pine, a retiree who is helping to organize one of the recall drives. Or as a former city official put it: “She views herself as part of the group who are giving hell to the man. The problem is she is the man.”

Ms. Quan has had a particularly tense relationship with the police union, which endorsed her main rival for mayor and last month issued a letter calling her handling of the protests “confusing.”

The friction stems partly from her complaint that pay and pensions for the police consume half the city’s general fund budget, leaving little for social programs, parks and public works. Last year, as a city councilwoman, she supported the layoffs of about 100 officers and recruits, though she has hired back more than 50 since becoming mayor.

“I think a lot of police officers feel she doesn’t like them,” said Dominique Arotzarena, president of the Oakland Police Officers Association, which represents about 650 officers.

Critics have also attacked Ms. Quan’s crime-fighting strategy, which emphasizes focusing services as well as police patrols on 100 blocks that account for 90 percent of the city’s most violent crimes. “They think I’m too soft on crime because I want to do the intervention and prevention,” she said. “I just think I’m being smart.”

As for talk that she is indecisive, she bristles. “I do stuff based on data, not on rhetoric,” she said.

Ms. Quan grew up in Livermore, where her father, who died when she was 5, ran a restaurant. Though her family had been in California since the 19th century, she was the first member born in America, because anti-Chinese immigration laws had prevented her grandfathers from bringing their wives to the country.

At Berkeley, she and her future husband, Floyd Huen, helped organize a famous 1969 student strike demanding ethnic studies, then wrote the curriculum for an Asian-American course. The couple spent several years in Manhattan while Mr. Huen attended Yeshiva University’s medical school, then moved to Oakland, where Ms. Quan organized immigrant workers for the Service Employees International Union.

Her political career began almost accidentally in 1989 when, after mobilizing parents to fight the elimination of a school music program, she decided to run for the school board, winning in a Republican stronghold. “It was just sort of a continuation of my activism,” she said.

A 12-year stint on the board was followed by eight years on the City Council. Then came her stunning victory in last year’s 10-candidate mayoral race.

Under the city’s new voting system, which requires voters to rank their preferences, she was the first choice on less than a quarter of the ballots. But when second and third preferences were tallied, she emerged the winner of the four-year term, defeating the favorite, former State Senator Don Perata, by less than two percentage points.

Leonard Raphael, the treasurer of one of the recall committees, said Ms. Quan’s lack of a clear mandate might make her vulnerable. “I’m hoping that wrapping yourself in the mantle of progressivism isn’t good enough anymore if you are incompetent,” he said.

But it is far from clear that the recall groups have the resources to gather the nearly 20,000 signatures needed to put a recall on the ballot next year. They have also failed to coalesce around an alternative candidate — and if the recall question makes the ballot, a mayoral election will be held simultaneously. Mr. Perata has said he will not run.

At the same time, organized labor seems to be lining up behind the mayor, and her friends are beginning to mobilize.

“She is a fierce fighter and very well organized,” said Dick Spees, a former Republican city councilman who is friends with Ms. Quan. “And she will fight it to the end.”


Durban climate-change conference was an almost total failure, Gwynne Dyer, December 14 2011.

The Durban climate summit that ended on Sunday (December 11) has been proclaimed a great success. The chair, South Africa’s international relations minister, Maite Nkoana-Mashabane, told the delegates: “We have concluded this meeting with [a plan] to save one planet for the future of our children and our grandchildren to come. We have made history.” Don’t be fooled. It was an almost total failure.

This time, the rapidly developing country that put up the greatest resistance to a binding global deal was India. (In 2009 and 2010, it was China.) The chief Indian delegate, Jayanthi Natarajan, held out against any legally enforceable treaty through three long days of nonstop, overtime negotiations. In the end, she agreed that an eventual deal would have “legal force”—but it would not be “legally binding”.

Lawyers get rich arguing over the difference between phrases like these, but that is for the future. The question now is: given what the Indian government already knows, how could it possibly have taken that position?

Three years ago, while I was interviewing the director of a think tank in New Delhi, she suddenly dropped a bomb into the conversation. Her institute had been asked by the World Bank to figure out how much food production India would lose when the average global temperature was two degrees Celsius higher, she said—and the answer was 25 percent.

This study, like similar ones that the bank commissioned in other major countries, has never been published, presumably because the governments of those countries put huge pressure on the bank to keep the numbers secret. But the Indian government undoubtedly knows the truth.

A 25 percent loss of food production would be an almost measureless calamity for India. It now produces just enough food to feed its 1.1 billion people. If the population rises by the forecast quarter-billion in the next 20 years, and meanwhile its food production falls by 25 percent due to global warming, half a billion Indians will starve.

India will not be able to buy its way out of the crisis by importing food, because many other countries will be experiencing similar falls in production at the same time, and the price of the limited amount of grain still reaching the international market will be prohibitive. So India should be moving heaven and earth to stop the average global temperature from reaching +2 degrees. But it isn’t.

Like almost every other country, India has signed a declaration that the warming must never exceed two degrees, but in practice the government acts as though it had all the time in the world. Maybe it just can’t visualize a future in which those numbers become the reality. Or maybe it is just too attached to the principle that the “old rich” countries must pay for the damage they have done.

That’s a perfectly reasonable argument in terms of historical justice, for the old rich countries emitted around 80 percent of the greenhouse gases of human origin that are now in the atmosphere. But if only those countries act promptly, then the average global temperature soars through +2 degrees and Indians start to starve.

Most developed countries do not face similar losses in food production at +2 degrees, for they are further away from the equator. Their position is merely selfish and short-sighted; India’s is suicidal.

Over the past 15 years of climate negotiations there has been a steady decline in the seriousness of the response. The Kyoto Protocol in 1997 committed the developed countries to stabilize their emissions and then cut them by an average of six percent by 2012. Developing countries were exempt from any controls, because they were not then emitting very much. And deeper emission cuts would come in a second phase of Kyoto, beginning in 2012.

Based on what we knew then, it was a cautious but rational response. In the meantime, however, developing country emissions have grown so fast that China now produces much more greenhouse gas than the United States. Global emissions are not in decline, as they should be. Last year, they grew by six percent.

So what was the response at Durban? The 1997 Kyoto targets for the developed countries will be maintained for another five years (with no further cuts), and developing countries will still not accept any legal restraints on their emissions. Then everyone will sign a more ambitious deal (still to be negotiated) by 2015—and the new targets, whatever they are, will acquire “legal force”, whatever that means, by 2020.

By that time, annual global emissions will probably be at least twice what they were when the Kyoto Protocol was signed in 1997—and the +2 degree barrier will probably be visible only in the rear-view mirror. The outcome at Durban could have been even worse—a complete abandonment of the concept of legal obligations to restrict emissions—but it was very, very bad.


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