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Thursday, 25 April 2013

Compos mentis (or not) and home.

"Gimme a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
Shotgun fired and away I ran."                                                                                 Up, Down.                       Full Moon 

Snowdrops, Galanthus: Greek gála/milkContents:   Boto, Watershed:(Cognitive Maps, Muskoka Watershed, Internet Odyssey, Try Again, Bala Falls, Layers), Home, Tar Sand Terrorist, Cracked Pot.

The April full moon (with a partial eclipse this year but not visible from North or South America - I wish I were clever enough to understand such wrinkles) is known as Pink Moon, Sprouting Grass and Egg Moon - spring in full swing imagery; that lovely & desireable 7-ball, the pink one, coming just before the dreadful black one. Shoures soote/sweet showers. 

Boto, river dolphin.Boto, river dolphin.Boto, river dolphin.
Sometimes we found a dolphin had gotten into our cod trap (in Placentia Bay) and not been able to get out again. Rarely they were OK and we would let them go but mostly they had beaten themselves up so badly on the twine that they were exhausted and near death. Surprising to learn how delicate their skin is. We called them 'puffin pigs' and when we brought one in there was celebration because in a community with a limited diet they were a delicacy.

Little ditties like: "You can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time but you can't fool all of the people all of the time."
  ["Abraham Lincoln said that. 'You can be in my dream if I can be in yours,' I said that." :-) ]   have a certain symmetry; there is a name for this kind of figure somewhere I am sure.

Join that up with 'feet of clay' and the ubiquitous foolishness (stupidity) in human lives if you can - that's the exercise here today. 
Cognitive maps:   It was a new and powerful paradigm when I learned of it from Glen; and I have embroidered it just a little since then to a view of how sense comes to be - that there is stepwise integration involved.

When it comes to a 'watershed' (which is of itself a largeish notion) the essentials (it seems to me) are naming the beginning and end; preferably recognizable names for where the water comes from and where it goes to. 'Algonquin Park' & 'Georgian Bay' are a start to be sure, even sufficient, but they (seem to me to) need qualification, specification. Since there are at least several sources in Algonquin Park and two outlets into Georgian Bay, four names are a minimum; and not in the descriptive text - on a map, in a picture (given that it is now the 21st century).

'From sea to shining sea', 'do Oiapoque ao Chuí'; from Islet & Rain lakes; from McRaney, West Harry, Little Joe & Burnt Island lakes; from Big Porcupine Lake; to Moon & Musquash rivers and Go Home Lake (and if 'Moon River' isn't evocative then perhaps you are too young to know the film Breakfast at Tiffany's or Audrey Hepburn singing the tune). 
Muskoka watershed object lesson:   From a rich 'umwelt': comprising travels with my father into many of its corners, and on my own, and a family anchor in the midst of it; I set out to follow the 'Friends of the Muskoka Watershed' thread mentioned in Peter Sale's presentation on Saturday; an Internet Odyssey ...

Well to consider Nicholas Carr's essay from 2008 and his 2011 book The Shallows before casting off. I like to think I find some of the best of it ... but then, cocaine addicts often talk that way too eh?

It does quickly turn up the Muskoka Watershed Council website where the 'Watersheds' drop-list takes me to the Muskoka River Watershed, and two maps: an overall 'impression; and a schematic - but neither sheds much actual light and less heat. 
Odyssey:   Following their link to the Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources Muskoka River Water Management Plan List of Documents, and assuming (incorrectly) that Section 3 - Physical and Biological Environment (.pdf) will have the best maps ... download and 19 pages in come three large-scale, low-resolution, out of focus (what to call them?) images? - shedding almost no additional light or heat. Illegible.

So Google around until some Ontario Ministry of Transportation road maps emerge - large-scale, high-resolution AND the rivers and lakes are mostly named. Here they are:
Muskoka Watershed Council map.Muskoka Watershed Council schematic.Muskoka Watershed Council schematic.Muskoka River Water Management Plan sample.Ontario Ministry of Transportation road map.
[But assumptions taken for granted, even apparently elementary ones, are always dangerous.] 

Choked and frustrated (but lucky); only going back to the List of Documents looking for provenance: authors and dates and the like, just to tidy up the crumbs that had fallen out; turns up Section 2 - Introduction containing what follows as well as the original schematic from above:
Muskoka Watershed key.Muskoka Watershed map.Muskoka Watershed map.
Taken in order: key, schematic, and detail; they now tell an almost sensible story (if the north arrows were all pointing the same) and comprise a set of inputs to a plausible cognitive map.

Many hours - about a full 10-hour day - spent digging and delving to find the little that is here gentle reader; and another hour or two translating it into more-or-less presentable HTML. My daughter says such things are done 'for yourself' (she views it as a sort of 'journaling' activity, a diversion) but it ain't so; and for all the closeness we share I cannot get this point across.

I mentioned this the last time I remember. Is there is a Karma? A magical balance cosmically enforced as a reward for adherence to the Golden Rule? It just doesn't seem to me to work like that. "Kicking at the darkness till it bleeds daylight," (as Bruce Cockburn says) is more like it. 
Muskoka Watershed Council schematic, Bala detail.Bala Falls:   What the loop around Bala (on the schematic) means I am unable to clearly understand. Nothing anywhere corresponds to it for me. A diversion of some kind possibly? A mistake?

I digressed briefly into finding out what's up with Bala falls: a 3-5 megawatt power plant near the south end of the existing north dam; I have paddled across and around the immediate area and still can't picture it. Imagine! (But I was drunk at the time. :-)

These aerial photographs make some sense of it:
Bala Falls.Bala Falls.Bala Falls.Bala Falls.
Or (if you feel like some abuse) you can try consulting Google Maps.
 
There has been (and continues) some political controversy around this issue. The best (nearly perfect) summing up I heard (in a conversation not on the Internet) is, "If the palaces they are building on the shores of the lakes were mandated energy-neutral there would be no need for it."

Why would a legal lever even be needed? These people can certainly afford it. 
Layers of bafflement:   If the plant is unnecessary then one wonders how many ergs dynes and joules of (very well paid-for) mental energy have gone into deciding its fate?
Alice Murphy & Tony Clement.Tony Clement & John Klinck.Tony Clement & Norm Miller.
There are layers upon (superfluous) layers: federal, provincial, county (district), and town (and township); not to mention various (competing) ministries on several of those layers, electoral boundaries, institutions to promote tourism, Chambers of Commerce, native communities & 'First Nations' etcetera etcetera etcetera ... each of them getting their 10%. I gave up in the end trying to make sense of it, not because I am unable but because (even for me) it is too depressing - except maybe for largely volunteer groups like FMW.
Ontario Counties.Parry Sound-Muskoka provincial electoral district.District Municipality of Muskoka.
A few links:
        Bala Falls Small Hydro Project, Alice Murphy the Mayor of Muskoka Lakes,
        District Municipality of Muskoka (Wikipedia), District Municipality of Muskoka (their website),
        and a rather good (and accessible) GIS of the District Municipality of Muskoka
        (on an iCompass platform - for a good slice of someone's 10% no doubt). 
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
they have to take you in.”                         Robert Frost, The Death of the Hired Man ~1915.
Birthday party.Birthday party.Birthday party.
My father was an American, somewhere along the line he read Frost I guess, or his father did, probably both, and this was a central pillar in our family life, the central pillar for as long as he lived. He died one summer. I have a letter from him just before Christmas the year before; not to me, a copy of a letter to someone else.

He says, "Our children have been a tower of strength." This is such a lie. His children ignored him and abandoned him to his fate. He died alone on his birthday.

He would not come to our house for Christmas that year so we went to him - and it was a debacle: our dog illegally in the apartment, a fire so the dog was revealed, and finally, ructions that led to our leaving for home on Christmas afternoon. Desperate. He also says, "... the hope that in whomever you believe will shower his blessings upon you." This makes me smile because he himself imagined no 'whomever'. 
These kinds of lies seem to have an affinity for bourgeois foundations. They migrate subtly to essential structural positions and await their moment to fail. I believed the one from Robert Frost; easy to do since like I said, it was true, he made it so as long as he lived. But it died with him and (such is the power of belief) it has taken thirty years to figgure out.

The poem may be misconstrued without some appreciation of subtlety: primarily the relief at the death, if not explicitly in the protagonists then in the reader - though how much of this is Frost's intention is unclear.

Or - taking a more cynical view - maybe that's the best to be expected: a place to die and nothing more. ... In that movie ... the samurai with the bamboo sword ... ? ... Ah! Harakiri 1962. I can't remember if he goes through with it ... (watched it again) ... sort of. 
Peter Kent & Diana McQueen.A report comes from the Vancouver Sun on Earth Day: Oilsands pollution levels not a concern say Ottawa & Alberta.

Toxic Canada, bittersweet.Peter Kent doesn't look very happy about it - maybe there is a vestigial scintilla of conscience still operating in there somewhere. He (or his minions) say, "Overall, the levels of contaminants in water and in air are not a cause for concern," with a wide range of weasel words in support.

Toxic Canada, bittersweet.I am a simple man so I just reply straight: "That's a damned lie!" I know it's a lie because I worked on a tar sands project - Kearl Lake - and all of the commissioning engineers I worked with knew. We didn't speak about it very often but sometimes we did.

Cooler heads provide better scientific and rational analysis of this ridiculous nonsense. While I weep because I know time is running out.

There are more reports of terrorist activity by Canadians this year: the Amenas hostage crisis; and the recent 'planned derailment'. But for me they bring up memories of the RCMP blowing up a tool shack during their war on Wiebo Ludwig; and of the general incompetence of the 'Toronto 18' and nevermind Judge John Sproat on entrapment.

Toxic Canada, bittersweet.I guess it is a matter of time for a zero-tolerance regime to bust me for posting images of our flag as a toxic symbol. Represented as it is by intellectual giants such as Joe Oliver who calls environmentalists 'terrorists' and is ready to drink the water from tar sands tailing ponds (I really wanna be there for that - the whole cabinet should do it). The mass media style book is coming back 'on message' - at the Vancouver Sun at least - to 'oilsands' from ' tar sands'; but, you know ... a rose is a rose eh? 

Boto, river dolphin.Boto, river dolphin.A cracked pot gentle reader, my beloved aunt used to say, "Why you're nothing but a crank!" ... so sorry, but just possibly a tiny step up from ... spam? Can't say. And :-)yes, I now identify with that river dolphin there.
Be well. 

André Dahmer: Malvados.André Dahmer: Malvados.André Dahmer: Malvados.
The life and work of Terêncio Horto:
        I am completely unhappy but I can manage a forced smile even in the worst moments of depression.
        I dissemble, right? Yes, but saying that causes me even more suffering.

Down.

Monday, 22 April 2013

Sink sank sunk (sibilant).

(There, that didn't take very long.)                                                                       Up, Down.                        Earth Day 

I did remember Kateri Tekakwitha on the 17th and am looking towards the full moon on the 25th. Two quick word games: alma/lama Portuguese for soul/mud; and the familiar god/dog (Good dog).

Much of this post is lugubrious & mewling self-pity - that's just the way things are - but there have been two positive & enlightening developments come on the radar recently, three actually ...

Positive Earth Day indications:

1) The 2013 Goldman Environmental Prize recipients. Notable as well because of the well organized website. Discovered via The Guardian: Azzam Alwash wins Goldman prize.

 

2) A report from Real Climate: Thin Ice — the movie; the movie website: Thin Ice; and the film itself on Vimeo (1 hour 13 minutes). An Earth Day gift from the climate scientists to all - and giving gifts on important occasions is a good habit to cultivate. A little optimistic for me, but not too much.

 

3) 10 key points for becoming a more compassionate activist, part of the Occupy the Economy handbook by Judy Rebick & Velcrow Ripper.

 

Let's make it 4) The Toronto Climate Action Network (TCAN) schedule is beginning to be fuller - obviously more used. This could be the best news of all. Congratulations to the organizers.

 
We have met the enemy and he is us.Pathos at least allows for compassion, bathos not so much. Caved in a limited way on day 5; day 6 back at it lookin' like nothin' ever happened. Smoking is a death-wish; simple as that.

For many months the dominant mantra here has been 'Sorry' (also an s-word). Oh yeah, the Tourette's is still 'Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!' and so on ... 'Fuckin' Bitch!' as the stumbling dropsy gets to the point of ridiculousness and I have to laugh; but the centre core of the boil has been and is unworthiness. Distinguishing guilt and shame is a useful and in some ways rewarding meditation - but in the end they collapse & conflate into a totally unacceptable self-pity (notwithstanding the absurdity of the positive thinking ideology - which is anyway refudiated by 'the conditions that prevail'
[Thank you Sarah Palin & Jimmy Durante.]).

The last good word was from Gabor Maté (talk about a quick study). He said, "You have some work to do," or something like that - but the means he suggested have proven beyond reach and it's back to wazizname, Berger? ... in Hair singin' "I'm falling through a hole in the flag."

From an optimistic New Year's Day and Lucky '13 - the year we turned it around!; through Forward On Climate and The spell has been broken!; to stupid & ineffective activist emails - finally getting a hit and freaked out ditching it; and so inspired by Naomi Klein's "... plan to heal the planet that also heals our broken selves ...", incubating, waiting with bated breath, and at the first positive sign ... on the verge of ditching that too. Bathetic. Sinking. 
Joanna Macy.Joanna Macy.Joanna Macy.What to think about Joanna Macy?

Read the bumph on Wikipedia ... an old lady, early 80's, Buddhist, lives by selling her books looks like ... dunno?

Ram Dass hit Montreal in 67 or 68, not a buddhist grant you; and later on, José Datrino, Profeta de Gentileza, a christian but still; and more recently our own k-k-Canadian Gabor Maté, definitely a buddhist and a very VERY clever fellow; ... but with experience over time my support for the messages of gurus wise or otherwise has changed. Not to mention Iron John, Jesus, (I am thinking of Tom T. Hall and 'Everything From Jesus To Jack Daniels' but I can't find it on YouTube).

So I have a look at her website and near the top somewhere it says, "... including despair work ..." and I am basically hooked.

At least deeply enough to take the next (tentative) step. And yet I am left wondering if at the end of the day I will find that it is me who should be giving the workshops on what to do about despair? 
Global Internet traffic.Global Internet traffic.Global Internet traffic.
Trying to get a feel for where the Internet is and isn't. This is where much of the modern life is lived: fossicking about on an information compost pile. Not difficult to view it as a disease, an epidemic even. That these images correspond to consumption patterns - close to the root of the 'problem' in other words - is no surprise. The good part is that it can (and will) so quickly and easily vanish: In a moment; in the twinkling of an eye; at the last trump; like the morning dew; like smoke. Just pull the plug; or cancel the phone.

[Similes and metaphors from First Corinthians 15:52 & Hosea 13:3. I use these references only because they prove the ubiquity of Launcelot Andrewes' (and his colleagues of course) figurative language. Without the KJV gentle reader, English might require more ... salt.]
And they call it the 'last' trump because?     :-)
Global Internet traffic.Global Internet traffic.Global Internet traffic.
[Best of a bad lot: the top image is in fact a 'heat map' of the 2007-2011 malware infections by DNSChanger from Team Cymru; and the other is from Carna Botnet Internet Census 2012; all very sketchy.] 

Lot leaving Sodom Raphael detail.Lot:   A long and complicated story; but a natural to consider in the context of collapse. Wikipedia sums it up pretty well; or go straight to Genesis, chapters 11 to 19 (both the flight from Sodom and his son's begettings are in 19).

Rendered almost incomprehensible with dangling questions: Why did he offer his daughters to the thugs? Why did his wife look back? How did he not catch on to his daughter's wiles? (to list just a few). 
Jim Hansen retires - photo by Michael Nagle with the NYT article.Jim Hansen:   The last news was: Climate Maverick to Retire From NASA (published April 1 but no joke). He knows how to organize a website coherently; witness his blog. There is a mailing list - what a pleasure to receive regular emails from himself. The latest is this: Making Things Clearer: Exaggeration, Jumping the Gun, and The Venus Syndrome (.pdf). I read it several times. The first time I kept thinking "he is 72 and a prostate cancer survivor, maybe he's tired too?" He ends it with "I am running out of steam for this present communication," and I am looking at the ghostly photograph that accompanied the retirement article.

But on second reading I decide I must be projecting.

He mentions an upcoming paper, 'Climate Sensitivity, Sea Level, and Atmospheric CO2' - advance information is here: abstract & download (pdf). 
Peter Sale:   I have praised his book here a number of times (1, 2, 3) and make comments on his blog which he permits. And I have roots in Huntsville. I thought ... I'll go up there and listen to him on Earth Day! So last week I put up a blurb about it. It is true that I am feeling generally like a leper ... but I go anyway, a pleasant bus ride with a driver who stops to show us the flooding in Bracebridge, a motel overnight ...

Rebecca Francis, Sustainablilty Coordinator.Rebecca Francis, Sustainablilty Coordinator.Grant you it snowed in Huntsville on Saturday morning, but I think very few turned out primarily because of a lack of publicity. The town forgave its fee for the venue but I'll bet single malt that the powers-that-be really want no part of such things. The nexus of inadequacy falls to Rebecca Francis, the 'Sustainability Coordinator' (to be shared with the organizing committee no doubt). I will send them an email - if anyone responds I will publish it here. Tony Clement didn't show up (no surprise there though he is the local MP and could have) - an email to him as well then and ditto on a reply.

Peter Sale.Peter is a good speaker; personable, charming and a professional - he prepares, thoroughly. Relating the global issue to the Friends of the Muskoka Watershed (and here is their blog) complete with some well-explained science on the local situation is canny and effective. Two big ideas fall out of Saturday's experience for me:

1) The planet can support about two billion folks; there are now over seven billion; something's gonna give and it probably won't be pleasant (even if you are watching it from a relatively safe haven like Muskoka).

2) There is no guaranteed reward for righteousness. This is a big step forward from religious notions of a magically equivalent payback - Karma and the like; and a reason to get serious sooner rather than later, There are no reserved or VIP seats in the Elysian Fields and no reward-miles on the spiritual credit card - we must (all) get our thumbs out while there is still time. 
[A friend tells me that it does no good telling people like Rebecca "You blew it!" My friend is probably right, but for now it is the way I know - except to say "Nothing personal. Maybe you will learn from this and do better next time if there is one."]

Not enough publicity; no control of the AV equipment; no video record (that I know of) ...

That said - there is one very positive thing that can be said of the organizing committee: they may just all be church-goers and do it habitually, or maybe it was simply because of the low attendance - but - there were lots of greeters, and no shortage of opportunities for conversation with them. If they didn't all know what 350 represents, there was lots of room to explain. This 'greeting' is an essential activity and one that is often overlooked. Regardless of attendance, the vital results of any such event are the quality and strength of whatever relations are established. We are "l'armée des étoiles jetées dans le ciel" (Jacques et Raïssa Maritain).

A-and there was excellent coffee and lots of half&half if you like it creamy made by two women from Soul Sistas restaurant (thanks again - and who says soul sistas can't be white?).

There is a strong connection apparently with Transition Huntsville (and also here). 
FAO Food Price Index to March 2013.FAO numbers edging up at last:   The FAO Food Price Index is up a few points after a suspiciously long flat spot.

Two articles from John Vidal: How a warming world is a threat to our food supplies, and Millions face starvation as world warms.

Lester Brown is on the case: New Era of Food Scarcity Echoes Collapsed Civilizations, and as usual he has it nicely pinned. Unless we mobilize in a way equivalent to the American effort following Pearl Harbour we're done here. 
Uakti, Oiapok Xui.Uakti, Artur Andrés Ribeiro.Uakti, Décio Ramos.Uakti, Regina Amaral.Uakti, Josefina Cerqueira.Uakti, Paulo Sérgio Santos.Uakti, Marco Antônio Guimarães.Uakti:   Can you really criticise music? Does it work at all? Yes and no: everyone knows about what you mean when you say to someone who likes The Beatles, "I like the Stones," but exactly & precisely not so much. Here's an unrelated story on related issues.

It looks like Águas da Amazônia was the high point. I got curious about them (naturally). They've been at it a long time. Either you are an integrante/member or not, so it was unusually difficult to find the names and pictures of the two women involved (they are not 'members' apparently). They have moved on to Beatles renditions as a main effort recently - the Beatles are always big in Brasil - which I could not be bothered to listen to; before that it was 'Oiapok Xui' which is a slangy way of saying Oiapoque ao Chui/'sea to sea' so I listened, Forró de Larra (?!) ... forgettable. Maybe it's like writing in an invented language: Russel Hoban pulls it off in Riddley Walker but it often presents lame.

Philip Glass with Paulo Sérgio Santos.Philip Glass with Artur Andrés Ribeiro.Philip Glass with  Paulo Sérgio Santos & Artur Andrés Ribeiro.So then: the seminal moments between Uakti and Philip Glass must have been something to behold. Águas is so very strong.

These pictures come from Expo Guanajuato in Mexico taken by Sylvio Coutinho sometime (can't find a date anywhere, late 90s or early oughts I am guessing).

Some details on Wikipedia, and more on their own website (where the pictures are numerous but too small for me to see very well).                         Maybe try listening to this & this again. 
One way of looking at it is my compulsive (what passes for) honesty; that: a) I never learned how to play politely anyway; b) I am lazy and it is easier (especially as memories fade); c) playing it straight has some advantages when you are young and it can become a habit; d) every one says honesty is the best policy though they may not mean it; and e) it has become a tiny keyhole-full of light in the murk to believe that straight talk can make a difference. ... And f) I guess - just don't care much anymore.

"I seen pretty people disappear like smoke."

But what do you do when almost no one will talk to you anymore? When the conversations all dwindle to silence. What happens then painted bird? I guess I'll just have to go along and ... find out.

"I dreamed about you, baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked, ah but some of you was light. The sands of time were falling from your fingers and your thumb and you were waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come." 
If my imagination moves towards beautiful young women it is not (only) because I am a dirty old man gentle reader. Mostly I am just old and harmless and these forays have led me (over the years since 2005) to a doorway and towards an anima I didn't know I had.

These photographs (I tried to buy rights but got no reply so some are watermarked) come from Araquém Alcântara via Terra:
Araquém Alcântara, índia Carajá.Araquém Alcântara, índia Carajá.Araquém Alcântara, índia Carajá.Araquém Alcântara, índia Carajá.Araquém Alcântara, índia Carajá.Araquém Alcântara, índia Carajá.In the lecture I posted the link to a while ago David Suzuki talks about a UN resolution proposed by Bhutan: "The purpose of government is not economic growth and more stuff. The purpose of government is to make sure that people are well and happy." The photographs of this girl look something like wellness and happiness (and security) to me.Araquém Alcântara, índia Carajá, modified by Zala.

And oh yes: the Internet does not know itself. This may be its largest and determining deficit. 
Walking along in the spring sunshine came to me Alzheimer's
'Vantage #11: as memory fades the continual mental background chatter fades too and experience becomes more sensual, or more immediately so at least: visual, auditory, olfactory, the delightful touch of the air (to the extent that the receptors still work).
Peanuts: What am I doing right?Peanuts: What am I doing right?Peanuts: What am I doing right?"I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet."

Here LISTEN! to this, turn up the volume, and keep in mind that it is called Águas da Amazônia - maybe it will move you.

Be well. 
Tom Toles: Fossil Fuel Subsidies.Theo Moudakis: Stephen Harper prefers Panda bears because they don't speak.Pascal: Canadian scientists muzzled.And a few cartoons that simply had to be here.