As 2015 approaches, I am feeling road-tested. I mean, I have been driven around the block a few times. I mean, like over and over and over again. I can look back and remember things that happened long ago and far away in another century.
Time marches on. With big muddy boots.
Sometimes it all seems sort of arbitrary, and meaningless, I mean does the universe really count by number? Is this a "by the numbers" universe? Does 2015 really mean a thing?
It is some kind of marker. Maybe it's a gauge of how much experience a person has accumulated on the planet. Some of this experience is helpful and instructive, and some of it is maybe not.
I'm in a wise guy mood this morning. And what is "wise?" If you pressed me, I'd say it's all sort of Zen/Paradoxical.
This is the worst of times, the best of times (thanks C. Dickens), each of us is the center of a universe that has no center. We are the most important thing in the world, and the least important. All life is holy, and all life is cheap.
I think, sometimes I really have no clue about what's really going on. And maybe that is the deepest wisdom of all...
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Living in the Moment!
Living in the moment. Living moment to moment. I recommend it. Days run away like wild horses. Years pass by in a blur. You blink, and there goes a decade. But you really can live in the moment. And sometimes a moment can seem like a lifetime.
The past is gone, the future isn't here. And what you remember, and what you imagine, is not really what you thought it was, or what you think it will be.
It's only the moment, the now, the always now, that exists in real time. You can get lost in a moment. You can find everything there. And everything is real, and true, and alive in the moment. Every moment is the first, and it is the last. Moment. That's it.
The past is gone, the future isn't here. And what you remember, and what you imagine, is not really what you thought it was, or what you think it will be.
It's only the moment, the now, the always now, that exists in real time. You can get lost in a moment. You can find everything there. And everything is real, and true, and alive in the moment. Every moment is the first, and it is the last. Moment. That's it.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Our Recycled World!
Our recycled world.
And then there is music about music. Songs about other songs. And bands really trying to be other bands. And movies about movies. And movies about TV shows, and TV shows about movies, and novels about TV shows and movies, and movies about novels and about TV shows and movies, and don't forget comic books made into movies, and TV shows, and grand multiple movie franchises.
And then there are restaurants that are about being a restaurant. Fast food joints that are about serving things that are something like food. They resemble, remake actual real food into a sort of faux facsimile. And there are vast hollow chains spread across the land, chock-full of products that resemble other products, except, not as good, not as well-made, not really good stuff - crappy stuff that breaks and falls apart and disintegrates and clutters up our lives, but always at the "best price."
And it turns out that we are very sophisticated in our tastes and we actually grow to like stuff that resembles other stuff. We like the copies of copies. It makes things familiar but slightly different too. We think we are smart and discerning and we get really good at tracking how things become other things, and where they are derived from, and what spawned them, and we get joy and pleasure in our great, smart understanding of our recycled existence.
When we come up against something truly authentic, original, challenging, something that doesn't fit the template, it's very off-putting, and really we want to kill it or ignore it, or bury it. It's the kind of stuff that shows us maybe we don't know what we think we know, and maybe what we know is wrong. And we laugh at the idea of "authentic," and "original," and think that they are not important, or just the same old thing pretending to be something else.
It's a nicely contained, well-insulated existence.
And then there is music about music. Songs about other songs. And bands really trying to be other bands. And movies about movies. And movies about TV shows, and TV shows about movies, and novels about TV shows and movies, and movies about novels and about TV shows and movies, and don't forget comic books made into movies, and TV shows, and grand multiple movie franchises.
And then there are restaurants that are about being a restaurant. Fast food joints that are about serving things that are something like food. They resemble, remake actual real food into a sort of faux facsimile. And there are vast hollow chains spread across the land, chock-full of products that resemble other products, except, not as good, not as well-made, not really good stuff - crappy stuff that breaks and falls apart and disintegrates and clutters up our lives, but always at the "best price."
And it turns out that we are very sophisticated in our tastes and we actually grow to like stuff that resembles other stuff. We like the copies of copies. It makes things familiar but slightly different too. We think we are smart and discerning and we get really good at tracking how things become other things, and where they are derived from, and what spawned them, and we get joy and pleasure in our great, smart understanding of our recycled existence.
When we come up against something truly authentic, original, challenging, something that doesn't fit the template, it's very off-putting, and really we want to kill it or ignore it, or bury it. It's the kind of stuff that shows us maybe we don't know what we think we know, and maybe what we know is wrong. And we laugh at the idea of "authentic," and "original," and think that they are not important, or just the same old thing pretending to be something else.
It's a nicely contained, well-insulated existence.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
The Past With Some New Toys
I grew up in the "Generation Gap" era. Also there was the "Pepsi Generation." There were all these kids, and then there were the adults and it seemed like there was a large, unbridgeable, yawning gap between them. Still it turns out that what the adults did and what the kids ended up doing too wasn't really all the different or radical.
"No more war," turned into lots of little wars, conducted by professionals. And then of course the "terror" came down upon us, and then there was "perpetual war." Yes, the hairstyles changed, and the clothes, and the movies and music, but much of it was the same old stuff in a new package.
I guess the internet and computers, and smartphones are a leap into the future, but in many ways the future seems pretty much like the past with some new toys.
"No more war," turned into lots of little wars, conducted by professionals. And then of course the "terror" came down upon us, and then there was "perpetual war." Yes, the hairstyles changed, and the clothes, and the movies and music, but much of it was the same old stuff in a new package.
I guess the internet and computers, and smartphones are a leap into the future, but in many ways the future seems pretty much like the past with some new toys.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
Age!
Some things get better with age. Guitars. Tube Amps. Fine wines. Bourbon.
Some things decidedly do not get better with age. For instance human beings.
Some things decidedly do not get better with age. For instance human beings.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Created and Destroyed!
And yes, maybe we are stuck on a cross too. We are nailed to a contradiction. Our bodies are imperfect, fragile, subject to time and decay. But our consciousness is nearly perfect. With this amazing tool we can imagine anything. We can transcend time and space. We can create, and conjure. We can conquer all comers.
We perceive the world and invent it too.
But since we have both this fallible body and this expansive mind, we are sort of trapped in a nether-world of imperfection and perfection. We are nailed to a cross. We create and destroy and are created and destroyed.
We perceive the world and invent it too.
But since we have both this fallible body and this expansive mind, we are sort of trapped in a nether-world of imperfection and perfection. We are nailed to a cross. We create and destroy and are created and destroyed.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Our Story Too!
Whatever the story. This day is sort of a remembrance and celebration of events that supposedly happened long ago. Who knows if it was the real story, and if it really happened at all? I think it's best to think of it all as some grand poetic metaphor. Some little baby was born somewhere. And a new consciousness sprang into the world. It happens every day. Actually probably every minute of everyday. That's how we continue to add to the billions of beings with consciousness to the planet.
And this little baby was "special," and "different," just like every other one. And then this little baby grew up and had a life. And then as an adult that life ended. That unique consciousness disappeared from the planet. Or at least that's how it seems to those on the planet. And this too happens all the time, every hour of every day.
So yes, the world begins and ends every moment. So I guess we can celebrate that. It's kind of a bittersweet thing. And where does that consciousness go? Does it vanish? Does it accumulate? Or transform? I guess we decide to think of it any way that appeals to us.
And if we tell the story, and repeat it, in that way it lives. It's the same for all of us. That's the story, our story too.
And this little baby was "special," and "different," just like every other one. And then this little baby grew up and had a life. And then as an adult that life ended. That unique consciousness disappeared from the planet. Or at least that's how it seems to those on the planet. And this too happens all the time, every hour of every day.
So yes, the world begins and ends every moment. So I guess we can celebrate that. It's kind of a bittersweet thing. And where does that consciousness go? Does it vanish? Does it accumulate? Or transform? I guess we decide to think of it any way that appeals to us.
And if we tell the story, and repeat it, in that way it lives. It's the same for all of us. That's the story, our story too.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Believing! And Hope!
Believing. I believe it helps to believe. In something. Not sure what. But just believing in something. Something greater, or bigger, or more meaningful. I think it helps to make it through this "vale of tears."
Now, you hope that what you believe doesn't cloud your mind or vision. Doesn't actually blind you to the world. You hope that a simple belief in believing can be empowering. And that you can use it to see the world more clearly. You hope.
Now, you hope that what you believe doesn't cloud your mind or vision. Doesn't actually blind you to the world. You hope that a simple belief in believing can be empowering. And that you can use it to see the world more clearly. You hope.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Adds to the Darkness!
Since everyone has a megaphone, everyone has a platform to vent, everyone has something to say, and everyone really, really wants to be heard, we end up with so much "ugly rhetoric." Really shameful. There are too many of us willing to spread the hate. Instead of trying to be cool, rational, pragmatic, sympathetic, empathetic, understanding, so many of us just can't wait for an excuse to fan the flames. All of our "social media" just makes it all so easy to spew awful words. It's like many of us actually want to hype the hate, inflame the situation, yell "fire" in a crowded room. It's a little baffling, and terribly destructive. Yes, as they say, "words have consequences." I believe in intentions, good intentions and bad intentions, and if your intentions, and your words are coming from a dark place, that only adds to the darkness. And you and your words are part of the problem.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Really there is no escape...
That's how it goes. You think it's gonna be one thing, then it turns out to be another. You think it's gonna be bad, turns out better than you thought. You think it's gonna be good, turns out worse than you expected.
You end up doing things you didn't think you'd do. This can be an eye-opening thing. Maybe broadens your horizons. Or you think, "Never Again!" We are all trapped. By circumstance. By time. By biology. Sometimes being trapped is actually a good thing. Sometimes not. And really there is no escape.
You want to escape. But escaping just means accepting a new set of conditions. I think it's best to choose the things you do, and the people you spend time with, wisely. Very carefully and wisely. Of course, you won't know what is wise until it's too late, one way or the other.
You end up doing things you didn't think you'd do. This can be an eye-opening thing. Maybe broadens your horizons. Or you think, "Never Again!" We are all trapped. By circumstance. By time. By biology. Sometimes being trapped is actually a good thing. Sometimes not. And really there is no escape.
You want to escape. But escaping just means accepting a new set of conditions. I think it's best to choose the things you do, and the people you spend time with, wisely. Very carefully and wisely. Of course, you won't know what is wise until it's too late, one way or the other.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Re-Invented!
Maybe it was the gleam in the eye. Maybe it was the studied vacantness. Maybe it was the look of embarrassment when I mentioned our past shared theatrical adventures. This man standing on the corner, shaking a bell, soliciting coins for the Salvation Army, used to be a fellow-traveller in our world of theatrical madness. He excelled in the theater of excess. He specialized in a creative approach supplemented by lots of drink and smoke, and over the top theatricality.
He looked at me as one of the Souls of the Damned. A denizen of a fallen world that he gladly, thankfully, has left behind. He wanted to make me disappear. He told me he had "re-invented" himself. He was a new man, a different man, and he'd prefer not to be reminded of where he came from and what he used to do. And that creative realm, was actually part of a destructive lifestyle that no longer worked for him.
I wanted to tell him we weren't that much different. I too have re-invented myself, I do it all the time. And yes, I too have left the drink and smoke behind, but the theatrical madness, never. But it wasn't really the time or place for any of that. He's on a new, better path, I'm just a reminder of that old road that leads to some kind of hell.
He looked at me as one of the Souls of the Damned. A denizen of a fallen world that he gladly, thankfully, has left behind. He wanted to make me disappear. He told me he had "re-invented" himself. He was a new man, a different man, and he'd prefer not to be reminded of where he came from and what he used to do. And that creative realm, was actually part of a destructive lifestyle that no longer worked for him.
I wanted to tell him we weren't that much different. I too have re-invented myself, I do it all the time. And yes, I too have left the drink and smoke behind, but the theatrical madness, never. But it wasn't really the time or place for any of that. He's on a new, better path, I'm just a reminder of that old road that leads to some kind of hell.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Rare and Uncommon
"I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
I kind of understand that Dylan line even more deeply than I ever did before. The longer I walk around on the planet, the less sure I am about so many things. When I was younger, I was lots more opinionated, and sure of myself, and willing to tell someone about it, and argue about all the finer points and judgements, and I wielded my opinions like a blunt instrument. Even when I was a gawky, shy teenager, I held very strong opinions and ideas about the world, which I was glad to share with all the unfortunate ones in my viewfinder.
Now, not so certain, not so sure, not so opinionated, or at least lots more circumspect about wielding my grand judgements. I don't have quite so many grand judgements to wield. I still make judgements, all the time, but I am a little more suspicious of my own mind, my own prejudices and biases, and I question myself about how I have come to certain conclusions. Most of the time, I realize there are no definitive conclusions to be had.
Yes, I'm certain this is a journey, and certainties on this journey are rare and uncommon. One thing I am sure about - that great storied line we find in stories is a lie: "And then they lived happily ever after." No, sorry, it doesn't happen like that. Ever. Only in the stories we tell each other. Only in our imaginations.
There's the journey of life. And then there's death. And that's just another part of the journey too. And we can name things good or bad but what we name things doesn't really describe or encompass them.
I kind of understand that Dylan line even more deeply than I ever did before. The longer I walk around on the planet, the less sure I am about so many things. When I was younger, I was lots more opinionated, and sure of myself, and willing to tell someone about it, and argue about all the finer points and judgements, and I wielded my opinions like a blunt instrument. Even when I was a gawky, shy teenager, I held very strong opinions and ideas about the world, which I was glad to share with all the unfortunate ones in my viewfinder.
Now, not so certain, not so sure, not so opinionated, or at least lots more circumspect about wielding my grand judgements. I don't have quite so many grand judgements to wield. I still make judgements, all the time, but I am a little more suspicious of my own mind, my own prejudices and biases, and I question myself about how I have come to certain conclusions. Most of the time, I realize there are no definitive conclusions to be had.
Yes, I'm certain this is a journey, and certainties on this journey are rare and uncommon. One thing I am sure about - that great storied line we find in stories is a lie: "And then they lived happily ever after." No, sorry, it doesn't happen like that. Ever. Only in the stories we tell each other. Only in our imaginations.
There's the journey of life. And then there's death. And that's just another part of the journey too. And we can name things good or bad but what we name things doesn't really describe or encompass them.
Friday, December 19, 2014
2015 is a Hoax!
2015? Really? It sort of sounds like a hoax, right? It sits uncomfortably on the tongue. Can it really be? Seems like some strange, distant future time. That time is almost here. The future is now. Whether you want it or not.
If you were born some time in the last century, 2015 just seems sort incomprehensible. It sounds like a time and place you could imagine, but not really inhabit. Where does the time go? For some reason, I never imagined myself living in 2015. I mean, I never imagined not living in 2015. 2015 just sounds and seems so unlikely.
If you were born some time in the last century, 2015 just seems sort incomprehensible. It sounds like a time and place you could imagine, but not really inhabit. Where does the time go? For some reason, I never imagined myself living in 2015. I mean, I never imagined not living in 2015. 2015 just sounds and seems so unlikely.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
I Mean, Well, Anything!
Yes, America's Pro-Torture Cult. I guess I'm kind of surprised and horrified that there should be such a thing, but then again, why? We did build this country on Slavery, and Genocide. And there is no sense in running down all the horrors and crimes we have committed in defense of our Freedom.
So, what are we capable of doing and justifying? Well, just about anything. I mean, well, anything!
And yes, well, as Kevin Drum points out, an unapologetic Moral Cretin like Cheney actually represents a good portion of our populace. Cheney is just a perfect embodiment of the problem.
So yes, some of us really are this depraved and morally befuddled: If we torture people, it is good and justified, because we do it to our enemies. If our enemies torture us, it is not good or justified, because our enemies are doing it to us.
Perfect Moral Clarity!
So, what are we capable of doing and justifying? Well, just about anything. I mean, well, anything!
And yes, well, as Kevin Drum points out, an unapologetic Moral Cretin like Cheney actually represents a good portion of our populace. Cheney is just a perfect embodiment of the problem.
So yes, some of us really are this depraved and morally befuddled: If we torture people, it is good and justified, because we do it to our enemies. If our enemies torture us, it is not good or justified, because our enemies are doing it to us.
Perfect Moral Clarity!
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Scrape and Scramble for the Crumbs!
Yes, and then, counter to Albini (see previous post) the Shazam Effect is probably bad for music. People like to listen to popular songs that they've heard before. They like to listen over and over and over. Which is good for the popular songs and artists, but not so good for everyone else.
The main takeaway from the Shazam Effect: "The top 1 percent of bands and solo artists now earn 77 percent of all revenue from recorded music."
So yes, another fine example of our "Winner Takes All" Universe. The 1% rule our Finance, our Politics, our Social Networks, our Music, our Art. The 1% sucks the oxygen out of the Universe and converts it into $ and Power for themselves.
The rest of us are left to scrape and scramble for the crumbs that fall from their tables. Maybe that's why many of us turn to glue to sniff?!
UPDATE: And check out this great article about how those blockbuster Superhero Franchise Movies that everyone flocks to, are totally destroying what used to be a pretty cool art form.
The main takeaway from the Shazam Effect: "The top 1 percent of bands and solo artists now earn 77 percent of all revenue from recorded music."
So yes, another fine example of our "Winner Takes All" Universe. The 1% rule our Finance, our Politics, our Social Networks, our Music, our Art. The 1% sucks the oxygen out of the Universe and converts it into $ and Power for themselves.
The rest of us are left to scrape and scramble for the crumbs that fall from their tables. Maybe that's why many of us turn to glue to sniff?!
UPDATE: And check out this great article about how those blockbuster Superhero Franchise Movies that everyone flocks to, are totally destroying what used to be a pretty cool art form.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
We Are All Now Pimply Glue Sniffers!
I must admit I really enjoyed Steve Albini's take on the state of the music industry. He's seems pretty pleased with the new landscape. And I can't really argue with anything he says. With the internet and low-cost recording technology, the days of the Major Record Labels and the "rule of the suits" really has come to an end.
We are all DIY-ers now. And as Albini tells it: "If a bunch of pimply glue sniffers could do it, we reasoned, then anybody could."
We are all DIY-ers now. And as Albini tells it: "If a bunch of pimply glue sniffers could do it, we reasoned, then anybody could."
Monday, December 15, 2014
Living with Keef!
"FYI: When your girlfriend tells her girlfriends that she is 'living with Keith Richards,' it isn't necessarily meant as a compliment."
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Someone's Favorite Band!
What you want…
You don't want to be everybody's favorite band. Too grand. Too bland. You think it must entail some serious compromising and crowd-pleasing. It's kind of like craving to be a fast food meal. And craving seems pointless. How does such broad appeal work? Who the hell knows?
You don't want to be no one's favorite band. This would be sad. Possibly tragic. And at least certainly quite frustrating. Playing for lots of empty rooms. Lots of unsold CD's in your closet. Alienated and alone.
You do want to be someone's favorite band. A niche. A micro-market. Attentive and intelligent ears. Serious listeners. People who would listen to the music, read the lyrics sheet. Make a commitment to what you are trying to communicate. Kind of a cult. Yes, a cult. That's probably what you want.
You don't want to be everybody's favorite band. Too grand. Too bland. You think it must entail some serious compromising and crowd-pleasing. It's kind of like craving to be a fast food meal. And craving seems pointless. How does such broad appeal work? Who the hell knows?
You don't want to be no one's favorite band. This would be sad. Possibly tragic. And at least certainly quite frustrating. Playing for lots of empty rooms. Lots of unsold CD's in your closet. Alienated and alone.
You do want to be someone's favorite band. A niche. A micro-market. Attentive and intelligent ears. Serious listeners. People who would listen to the music, read the lyrics sheet. Make a commitment to what you are trying to communicate. Kind of a cult. Yes, a cult. That's probably what you want.
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Buddha - Kick-Ass Role Model!
This Woman, she's been rumored to be (horrors), a "Fundamentalist Christian," (Yikes! She doesn't believe in climate change!) noticed the Buddha medallion hanging around my neck. It's been there for years and years. And I've known this Woman for years and years too. Turns out you can discover new things every day. Yes, well, so this Woman was startled to see Buddha hanging around my neck. She sort of flinched and asked, "Is that Buddha?"
"Yes, it is…" All she could muster in reply was a sort of strangled "Oh." It's almost like she discovered I tortured puppies or something in my spare time.
Nothing more to be said. Yes, Buddha. A pretty kick-ass role model. Think Compassion. And a meditative life. What more can you ask, what more can you aspire to? I walked away with an extra little spring in my step. Yes! Buddha!
"Yes, it is…" All she could muster in reply was a sort of strangled "Oh." It's almost like she discovered I tortured puppies or something in my spare time.
Nothing more to be said. Yes, Buddha. A pretty kick-ass role model. Think Compassion. And a meditative life. What more can you ask, what more can you aspire to? I walked away with an extra little spring in my step. Yes! Buddha!
Friday, December 12, 2014
Those Who Torture, Those Who Were Tortured!
I had the exact same reaction as Kevin Drum to those trying to "defend the indefensible." Torture is Not a Hard Concept. There are all those "stony-faced men" trying to tell us that what happened wasn't really torture, and anyway it was necessary to fight the terror, and well, what's the big deal anyway?
These same "stony-faced men," should be facing prosecution for Crimes Against Humanity. Yes, it is that simple and clear. Of course what they did was torture. Do a thought experiment. Imagine our soldiers, our sons and daughters experiencing those procedures. No doubt it was torture. And turns out that it's not a very effective method for extracting information, but it is a tremendous tool to debase and dehumanize - both those who tortured and those who were tortured.
Vox has a handy overview of the 16 Absolutely Outrageous Abuses...
Yes, and Mr. Cheney should be handcuffed and put on a plane and dropped off at the Hague to answer for his crimes.
And Torturing people doesn't make you a Hero. And it isn't a badge of honor, and it doesn't make you tough and clear-eyed. And it isn't the "right thing" to do in "difficult circumstances."
Torturing people is cowardly. Torture is for cretins and sadists. It is an act of weakness. It's an act of desperation and fear. Only the worst of us would resort to torturing other human beings. There is no justification for it. And to "institutionalize" it, is an abomination and a stain on us all!
These same "stony-faced men," should be facing prosecution for Crimes Against Humanity. Yes, it is that simple and clear. Of course what they did was torture. Do a thought experiment. Imagine our soldiers, our sons and daughters experiencing those procedures. No doubt it was torture. And turns out that it's not a very effective method for extracting information, but it is a tremendous tool to debase and dehumanize - both those who tortured and those who were tortured.
Vox has a handy overview of the 16 Absolutely Outrageous Abuses...
Yes, and Mr. Cheney should be handcuffed and put on a plane and dropped off at the Hague to answer for his crimes.
And Torturing people doesn't make you a Hero. And it isn't a badge of honor, and it doesn't make you tough and clear-eyed. And it isn't the "right thing" to do in "difficult circumstances."
Torturing people is cowardly. Torture is for cretins and sadists. It is an act of weakness. It's an act of desperation and fear. Only the worst of us would resort to torturing other human beings. There is no justification for it. And to "institutionalize" it, is an abomination and a stain on us all!
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