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March 2012

bye, earl

earl scruggs was among the handful of great instrumental innovators in twentieth-century american popular music. comparable figures are people like louis armstrong, little walter, jimi hendrix. the banjo in his hands yields an amazing combination of rhythm and melody: it's the most percussive of the string instruments, and scruggs created the role of the banjo virtuoso in bluegrass: during his solo, he drives the band faster and faster, like an accelerating train. the other people i mentioned above actually played behind the beat, giving their playing a kind of relaxed swing even in a furious solo. but actually earl has somewhat the same effect: you start wondering whether there's any limit to his speed, and then it almost sounds easy. still the right expression playing like that would be a grimace of extreme concentration, like roy clark.




you hate to say someone shouldn't change, but the semi-electric earl scruggs revue albums in the 70s with his sons etc were not very good.
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Poem: cultivate

sighs inhale exhale nails seeking purchase in the rich softness dark and moist

My Perception is Different (an ode to synesthesia)

I have synesthesia or I’m a synesthete. Wikipedia defines ‘synesthesia/synesthete’: “is a neurological condition in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway.People who report such experiences are known as synesthetes.” I didn’t realise that I had synesthesia or what it was until [...]

Blogging Revisited

I won't lie, much of this past year and a half or so has been spent in a whirl of depression and hormonal chaos. I'm literally tearing up just thinking about the past year or so. Things haven't always been good or even just acceptable. There has been a lot of struggle in many areas of my life. I'm moody, I'm irritable, and I cry a lot.

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Death and Community



Two days ago a fire broke out at a house five doors down from my apartment building resulting in the death of one person who was a guy well-known and much-beloved by the local radical/activist/anarchist scene. I knew the guy myself, but our relationship never went beyond the acquaintance level, and we never exchanged more than a few sentences with each-other. There is a collective community-wide (for the local radical community) mourning process going on right now, which I feel pretty much apart from (despite receiving the Facebook event invites) since I never really was connected with the guy.

All of this is bringing to my mind my experience of a couple of months ago, with my discovering the death of my friend Mario. That experience was pretty much the exact inverse of this one - I was personally affected and in a state of grieving, and everyone else around me was perfectly fine and unaffected by the whole thing. With that, there was no collective mourning process, no community coming together, no emotional support.

I then started thinking about prior deaths that I have experienced within a community context. The one prior to Mario was a woman named Dina, and we were both a part of the "Consciousness Transformation Community". This community was pretty much a "virtual community", existing mainly through the internet and telephone conference calls. I never actually met Dina in person. Her death was discovered similar to how Mario's was - somebody took it upon themselves to do some research on the internet to see what happened to her after some time had gone by without anyone hearing any word from her.

Prior to that, in June 2010, there was the death of a coworker of mine who lived and worked at the same house I did at Camphill Soltane. With her death, there was a wonderfully supportive and emotionally & spiritually connecting community response. The only problem that I had with that experience is that there was not that same strong sense of community and connection before-hand, that she felt isolated and hopeless enough to want to kill herself in the first place.

Rewind now to some years before even that, going back to the year 2004, and I recall the most positive experience that I have had with death and community. I am referring here to the death of Julie Greene, who was one of the founders of BayNVC in California. With her, there was a very strong sense of community, emotional support and interpersonal connection for everybody before, during and after her death. Even her funeral itself contained time and space within it for everybody to openly express themselves and to be listened to emphatically. This whole experience was definitely one of the most positive, inspiring and moving experiences I have ever had in my life.

Reflecting on all of these experiences, I realize a few things. For one, I see community as being important, as essential even - but it is very hard to define, and even harder to be a part of. With the current situation here in Minneapolis, I am having a strong sense that I personally am not a part of this community. I coexist with it and interact with it, but I do not have a personal sense of belonging to it and the collective mourning that is taking place seems to me to be something that does not really relate to me.

Likewise with Mario's case, he had distanced himself from others so thoroughly that even others whom I consider to have been a part of the same community as him they themselves do not consider him to have been a part of their community. With the case of Dina and the "Consciousness Transformation Community" before that, I never really considered that to have been a real "community" in the first place. In fact I have strong reservations and doubts as to whether a "virtual" online "community" is even possible. If it is possible, I definitely do not see such a thing as being desirable. I think that human beings have the built-in need for the presence of other people face-to-face and in the flesh.

With the case of Young-shin at Camphill Soltane, another point becomes clear to me - interpersonal connection and emotional support is necessary every step of the way: before, during and after the death. This same point was illustrated to me, in the positive sense, through my experience with the death of Julie Greene. In both cases, I saw first-hand the amazing benefits of having a strong community response and how helpful it is to have structures in place that are capable of "holding" everybody, their feelings, and their grieving.

What becomes clear to me throughout all of this is the desire I have for a clearly defined, actively engaged, in-the-flesh grouping of people who support each-other and care for one-another. I guess that I personally define "community" as being "a situation where my friends are friends with my friends". This is actually a very rare experience, or at least I haven't come across it that much, and I have the sense that this is something that is severely lacking in general, at least in the modern-day Western world.

I have had this experience of community (as I just defined it) before though, twice in my life - most notably at Twin Oaks Community in Virginia, and in the San Francisco Bay Area among the Nonviolent Communication and anarchist scenes there. The former was within the context and structural frame-work of a rural income-sharing intentional community and cottage industries, and the later existed within the context and structural frame-work of an urban network of inter-connected projects, groups, spaces, non-profit organizations and events. These are two very different situations, but in my experience they both shared that same solid sense of community.

I am unsure about where to go with all of this. I have my ideas, my past experiences, and my yearnings that I am feeling. And, as I (and we) keep on coming across - death is inevitable, and persistent. The most that I can hope for, and strive to actualize, is a continuing sense of love and care for others and the world. This is most supported, and best carried out, within the context of a community environment. A real community of care and support. This is what I wish for, both for myself, others, and everybody else.

walking the cow

i've been checking out a truly eccentric or fabulous figure of the kind you sometimes run into in philosophy: walking stewart. i'm in possession of a copy of a work by stewart from around 1793, apparently titled: The Revolution of Reason, or the Establishment of the Constitution of Things in Nature: Of Man, Of Human Intellect, Of Moral Truth, of the Existence of Universal Good: From the Era of Intellectual Existence or the Publication of the Apocalypse of Nature, An. 4. or 5000. damn i wanted to use that for my next thing.

thus far the writing is pure funk: he has his own whole jargon, like a preincarnation of heidegger. but even with the actual walk around the known world, he's also very much a british philosopher, and he lurches into extreme clarity:

Human reason by controuling the exercise of the passions, will, no doubt, procure longevity to the body; but should imagination, through analogy, suppose the procuration of immortality by the infinite ratio of increasing reason, it would be downright insanity; as well might the man who lifted a calf every day, till it became a cow, expect to lift a house, mountain, globe, universe, and ultimately, carry all nature like a hat under his arm.

so: there are limits to human reason. there are limits to knowledge or science. or: the fact that moore's law has worked out this long doesn't infallibly indicate that it will continue to do so. or you might say: beware the malthusian style of inference: well if it keeps on doubling... i'd like to send that as a note to my bete noire ray kurzweil and anyone else who proposes to carry all nature like a hat under his arm. i am a secular believer in original sin: i think we are irremediably flawed, and that the singularity is going to suck exactly as much as we do, since it will have been perpetrated by and for us.

i'll perhaps be keeping you updated on walking stewart. or if anyone knows anything or has a read on him, let me know.

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just say no to drug testing 6th graders

central pa rocks.

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women’s issues, women’s interests

speaking of 'the war on women": even after santorum has taken a relentless pummeling on 'women's issues' (=contraception and abortion, at least at the moment), cnn exit polling in illinois shows santorum with 33% of the men, 38% of the women. that is, more republican women than men voted for santorum. your classic more or less second-wave feminism, now fully annexed by the democratic party, understandably wants to portray women as more or less monolithic (um, that's why there was a third wave): they all have the same interests: pro-choice etc. i'll just say: actual women don't necessarily see it that way.

now's the time to whip out false consciousness. awww, don't. been a long day.

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the vatican speaks for you in all things

frank bruni argues that "Neither Rick Santorum nor the Vatican speaks for most American Catholics." perhaps i am just bewildered by the whole idea of catholicism. but i would have thought that letting the vatican speak for you is more or less a necessary condition for membership. if you disagree with the pope on a wide variety of issues, you're a protestant: that's what 'protestant' means. it seems like maybe catholicism, like judaism, has mutated from religion to ethnicity: you're a catholic if your mom is. but the catholic chuch qua religion is certainly the most epistemically authoritarian religion this side of scientology. if you're uncomfortable with that, just ditch. ok maybe catholicism is central to your identity, though you don't believe a damn thing it asserts. oh i don't know: work up a new identity, one that's closer to your identity.

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Thugs and changing times without change in people

I've been quiet even though there have been a lot of things I've wanted to chime in on. However, the murder of Trayvon Martin has provoked a response. When exactly did behavior by self-appointed guardians of the people as lousy as the B-Specials in Ulster in 1968, the Klan in 1954, or the Security Forces in South Africa become legal in Florida? Self-defense is a universal defense if there actually is a threat...a black teen armed with skittles doesn't cut it as a defense for murder or Manslaughter 1. Florida is now less civilized than South Africa -- hell, the stats would probably bear us out on this. Sad -- we're less a civil society than we were in 1980...but then, why does that surprise me?

Slante' friends, we need it. 

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