Windigo thinking

Cripple Creek & Victor Gold Mine, Victor, Colorado, September ©2011 hopkins/neoscenes.
Cripple Creek & Victor Gold Mine, Victor, Colorado, September ©2011 hopkins/neoscenes.
The fear for me is far greater than just acknowledging the Windigo within. The fear for me is that the world has been turned inside out, the dark side made to seem light. Indulgent self-interest that our people once held to be monstrous is now celebrated as success. We are asked to admire what our people viewed as unforgivable. The consumption-driven mind-set masquerades as “quality of life” but eats us from within. It is as if we’ve been invited to a feast, but the table is laid with food that nourishes only emptiness, the black hole of the stomach that never fills. We have unleashed a monster.

Ecological economists argue for reforms that would ground economics in ecological principles and the constraints of thermodynamics. They urge the embrace of the radical notion that we must sustain natural capital and ecosystem services if we are to maintain quality of life. But governments still cling to the neoclassical fallacy that human consumption has no consequences. We continue to embrace economic systems that prescribe infinite growth on a finite planet, as if somehow the universe had repealed the laws of thermodynamics on our behalf. Perpetual growth is simply not compatible with natural law, and yet a leading economist like Lawrence Summers, of Harvard, the World Bank, and the U.S. National Economic Council, issues such statements as, “There are no limits to the carrying capacity of the earth that are likely to bind at any time in the foreseeable future. The idea that we should put limits on growth because of some natural limit is a profound error.” Our leaders willfully ignore the wisdom and the models of every other species on the planet—except of course those that have gone extinct. Windigo thinking.

Kimmerer, Robin Wall. Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants. New York: Milkweed Editions, 2013.

Gleði

Holiday Cheerios box, Reykjavík, Iceland, December, ©2017 hopkins/neoscenes.
Holiday Cheerios box, Reykjavík, Iceland, December, ©2017 hopkins/neoscenes.

Since the arrival of the “Yanks”—a moment when “never had so much fornication occurred in so short a time”—and the subsequent US occupation of Iceland at the outset of WWII, Iceland has had a substantive relationship with America. Especially so in the realm of consumerism. The occupation—which continued until well after the end of the Cold War, in 2006—brought what became staples to Iceland: Coke, canned peas (those really overcooked and mushy ones), Twinkies, and, yes, Cheerios. MacDonalds tried to forge a continuation late in the game, in 1993, with several franchises, but the last one, in downtown Reykjavík, closed in 2009. Since accession to the Shengen Agreement and the European Economic Area, not to mention a continuing liberalization of Icelandic society and a retrenchement of American theocratic conservatism, US influence in the country has waned, but Cheerios (pronounced Shee-rrr-ios) and Coke have hung on. A cold Coke along with a Prins Polo chocolate bar (from Poland) is still a (the!) national snack. The Prins Polo bars were the only chocolate allowed to enter the country for many years prior to WWII, apparently in direct exchange for herring. The peas, too, are now a staple at the traditional Christmas dinner that is consumed by 70% of the population on Christmas Day with hangikjöt, a very sticky béchamel sauce, and potatoes.

I recall one telling instance, watching the evening news on the (only) broadcaster, RÚV, it was presented as big news that the US national yo-yo champion was visiting the country. It wasn’t mentioned in the segment that it was a Coke-sponsored PR event, though obvious to me, the cynical Amurikan, as the yo-yo being used was bright red with the classic Coke-cola logo on it. Within 48 hours, every kid in the country had a Coke yo-yo in hand. The perfect consumer market. It brought to mind California-style consumerism, on steroids.

And just in case your holidays are feeling boring, you might want to tune into RÚV for a full program of Christmas content (in English, no less, or Icelandic).

Gleðileg jól, stríðið er ekki búið!

Oh, and late-breaking, the fourth eruption on Reykjanes in a couple years, this one between Sýlingarfells and Hagafells started at 10 PM local time. At the moment is in the form of a 3.5 km fissure eruption, with some fountains over 100 m in height. It appears that the topography may work in the favor of keeping the lava away from the small coastal town of Grindavík, as well as the nearby geothermal power plant and the Blue Lagoon, but that may change, depending.

well, well, well, microdosing

It feels like I’m micro-dosing … on everything. Snippets, samples, traces. No mindful full-on inhalation. Only gasps. Inspiration—bringing the spirit into—precluded by lack of creative airs in the surrounds.

The only thing I’m not microdosing on is apricots and cherry plums. Between, jam, purée, preserves, sun-dried, and a pile of pits to be cracked, I’ve not dealt with such volumes of fruit since helping my mother deal with our surfeit of peaches, Back East in rural Maryland. Macro-dosing. Again, after a similar harvest last year.

Cedaredge, Colorado, August ©2023 hopkins/neoscenes.
Cedaredge, Colorado, August ©2023 hopkins/neoscenes.

Many of the volunteer apricot trees on the property were killed in a hard frost in October of 2020. A couple survived, and the single significant one that remained fully intact was in need of heavy pruning after years of neglect. Two winters ago I started taking out the dead wood, lots of it. Pruning, when done properly will usually revivify a failing fruit tree. This one was well worth the effort, and for the past two years, it showed its thanks in the form of a massive bringing-forth of fruit.

Cedaredge, Colorado, August ©2023 hopkins/neoscenes.
Cedaredge, Colorado, August ©2023 hopkins/neoscenes.
Cedaredge, Colorado, August ©2023 hopkins/neoscenes.
salivating yet? Cedaredge, Colorado, August ©2023 hopkins/neoscenes.

 

As for microdosing. In a world suffused with over-amplified signals, microdosing has the potential to remind our presence of at least the possibility of psycho-spiritual transcendence. A bowl of vanilla ice cream with some apricot purée anyone? Or just one of those glorious apricots?

Aside: George recommends Bird by Bird.

canning

In the midst of canning, Cedaredge, Colorado, November ©2022 hopkins/neoscenes.
In the midst of canning, Cedaredge, Colorado, November ©2022 hopkins/neoscenes.

JR invited me to harvest two of her apple trees, one, a large cultivar Golden Delicious next to the house, the other a scrappy volunteer in the riparian area along Surface Creek, probably a Macintosh, but not quite as tart as my memory of Macs from childhood. I cleared out the Golden Delicious the evening before a hard freeze ended the season, side-stepping the deer and bear apple-poop under the tree. The Macs fortunately waited a couple days even after the hard freeze with snow.

Apple butter and applesauce were the final outcomes. Using very little sugar in both cases, but also, molasses in the apple butter: so far getting a good response from consumers! After the apricot labor, this was easier and although time-consuming, it is great to have a jar of applesauce at hand in an instant! And still, a month-and-a-half later, have some of the Macs left for a couple batches of apple crisp for the holidays.

apricots

The best apricot tree on the property, July ©2022 hopkins/neoscenes.
The best apricot tree on the property, July ©2022 hopkins/neoscenes.

But the question is, how much apricot jam or dried apricots can I possibly process? Anyone else need some apricots? They’re delicious, from a volunteer tree rooted in one of the many rock piles that dot the property! Likely ‘planted’ by a rock squirrel (they love the pits!), it grew, surviving the voracious attacks from deer that routinely strip any saplings, making it to a point where it couldn’t be damaged. It receives no irrigation, nor any chemical support, and seems very happy after last winter’s heavy pruning (of vast quantities of dead wood), which is ongoing. A good-looking tree of which the photo includes but a fraction!

Chorispora tenella

Springtime in the Rockies, my all-time favorite season anywhere. Supposedly a noxious weed, there’s too much to eat it away, but, okay, I’ll try some. Chorispora tenella, aka musk or purple mustard. It has blanketed areas that last year were bare soil. It certainly wasn’t this profuse last spring!

The far southeast corner of the property along Surface Creek Road. Chorispora tenella everywhere! April ©2022 hopkins/neoscenes
The far southeast corner of the property along Surface Creek Road. Chorispora tenella everywhere! April ©2022 hopkins/neoscenes

je suis: a performance

Simon mentions that this performance piece was discussed around the dinner table at the Abranowicz-Raisfeld ski house, in Upstate NY the other weekend. Didn’t recall that I had actually mentioned it to anyone. Magga and I were on a three-month driving trip to France, Italy, Germany, and Denmark, and were in the French Alps for a time. The performance came together spontaneously during a picnic of baguettes, a variety of fromages fins, some wine, (c’est typique, touristique). I recall we were seated on rocks — a curious ‘elephant hide’ manifestation of dolomite — and were instantly plagued by hundreds of very large ants. Taking the rinds of some of the cheeses, I wrote on the rock in large lower-case cursive letters: je suis (I am). I did not document the process itself: the photos document the aftermath prior to our abandoning the site.

je suis was a spontaneous nod to Duchamp, to be-ing, to consuming, and to the beastly nature of nature.

performance: 'je suis', Rhône-Alpes, Val-d'Isère, France, June 1991

Full dissertation text: The Regime of Amplification

Well, I guess it’s about time to put the PhD dissertation text out there in .pdf form, so, here it is (PDF download):

The Regime of Amplification

Have at it, be polite, no grabbing, pushing, or shoving. Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. If you can prove that you’ve read it back to front, I’ll buy you a bottle of Herradura Añejo Tequila*, as long as we can split it!

*this is my hard liquor drink of choice since 1980 when it was hard to find even in the US southwest — cherished bottles imported into Iceland (bought in NYC at NY Liquors on Canal Street, the only place in NYC that carried it!) would last up to six months, like a fine Scottish whiskey, small glasses for sipping — none of that brutish slugging down shots or making margaritas with this fine distillate.

die Mauer

Gah, it was twenty-five years ago (today) … seems I was busy, very busy in 1989. In August, Stefan, Debra, Magga and I headed for Kassel from Köln and then on to Berlin. Through the huge Charlottenburg checkpoint, past the Soviet tanks, after the surreal drive on the lousy autobahn where, if you stopped the car, you could be shot. We had a nice flat somewhere in the West, don’t recall where in the Western Sector, a friend-of-a-friends. We entered the East through Checkpoint Charlie for a long day which started out at the Soviet Culture Center, went on to a impromptu visit with a photographer, Micha Brendel, (who I learned of from my gallerist in Lyon, France, Raymond Viallon — and whose work resonates with the presence of the Stasi State) and finally ended up at a youth music festival somewhere up the Spree on an island. The high-point was trying to find food to eat and only locating one restaurant where, of the handful of items on the menu, they had only one. Much more could be said, but I just want to the get the images up (a couple days too late, but).

Earlier that summer I had noticed several things—the first was the not-insignificant fact that the super-sonic overflights by the US military along the Eifel region (and Köln) had ceased since the previous summer when one would hear them on a regular basis. Germany had reclaimed its airspace from the occupying power. And secondly—easily as profound as Reagan’s tear down this wall Mr. Gorbachev! stunt—I saw, but regretfully did not document, posters in the Vienna underground featuring Mr. Gorbachev in his fedora and heavy winter coat with a hand raised, palm facing outwards, and the simple text Lay Down Your Arms!. As far as I noticed, there was no other text or attribution, and I did not remark about it to my friends who I was visiting. I thought to myself—this is profound, and more profound things are on the way. My German friends would not accept the idea that a major paradigm shift was on the way. I was not surprised in November 1989 when it happened!

Wednesday, 20 February, 1963

Went to Honolulu from LA, arriving at 1 PM, HST via AAA817. Checked in at The Hawaiian Village & went sight-seeing & shopping.

Clear

Left LA International at 0910 on AAA Nr. 817 for Honolulu. An average 75 knot headwind delayed our arrival until 1 PM HST. It was warm & sticky — particularly since I had on some warm clothes. Went out to Waikiki to the Hawaiian Village, a first class hotel, altho it took over an hour to get my room.

Walked over to the Ala Moana shopping center and picked up a pair of shorts & a shirt at Sears. I forgot to take my charge card along, so paid cash for them. This center has 95 shops in it and covers many acres.

After dinner I walked along Kalakalua Avenue with the rest of the tourists and window shopped. Found some fresh papaya — my, it was tasty. I hadn’t had any since passing thru here in June 1948.

Wednesday, 30 January, 1963

Gave Al Saiget about 5 hours of concentrated discussion during which he used a tape recorder and I did most of the talking! My throat began to get sore.

The A crowd seemed somewhat naive about the actual setting up of a data processing center: 1 June is still the date for initial operation.

Overcast +14˚F

Took Alen Saiget of A over to Concord in the PM on a site-seeing trip, as he seems to be a tourist.

Took CR, DCH, & JAH to the Boy Scout dinner and Court of Honor. Five boys received their Eagle Awards, including Edward Ferry and Jack Kelley; Jack had to try 3 times before he was successful in passing his First Class signalling test! He finally got it! And now has the merit badge for signalling.

Wednesday, 16 January, 1963

Went to the US Public Health Hospital at Brighton — for my Yellow Fever shot in the AM.

Clear
+9˚F

Went over to the US Public Health Hospital at Brighton to get my Yellow Fever shot. Did a few errands on the way back — the Tech Store for books and a soft lead pencil for JAH, film; stopped to get bread also – $7 worth.

Call from Ed Poor at PSG re: the input impedance of the WE preamp; one of the WEZR operators phoned him to say that this Z is 30Ω. This is the tap that we now have the new 685A microphone on. He also said that Mrs. Dorothy Lee Jones Ward(!) heard both morning and evening services, and said they were both excellent! Ed also said he had heard both, & that they were good. I hope Mrs. Ward will underwrite the attic job!

Apparently some of our work is beginning to pay off!

Went to Scout mtg, where I passed 2 boys on their 1st Class Signalling — bounced one. Participated in a little planning for the Court of Honor on 30 January. A dinner for 240 is planned! I’m in favor of a larger mtg. with no food.

Put new btry in Ford.

Thursday, 01 November, 1962

EAE in to inform me that L2 is to go ahead with the DP Center for STV; he is Nr. 2 man to Walter Wells and wants me to look after the building. He gave me WW notes on the subject, which noted a Mr. Dave Moore in Div. 7, he turns out to have done such a job b4 — four times, so he is well aware of the process. He pointed out that the film processing is a problem and from his experience with PRESS, it needs a full-time man. Moore worked out a preliminary estimate of 18,000 sq. ft. and a tentative bldg layout. Jim Fitzgerald, who runs the Computer Center, provided a wealth of info in a 1-hour discussion.

Rain

Went in to town, in the afternoon, taking LCH to school. Picked up a Prot. Bible for CR, obtained 2 estimates for body repairs to the Ford, and bought some bread and bananas.

Castro in a radio & TV address — for 1-1/2 hours — rejected inspection of missile site clearance, altho he may have left a loophole.

Waxed the left side of the Willys.

Hawk Moon Ridge

Marisa and Collin hit the road for Dallas, Madrid, Barcelona, Avignon, Paris and back. Bon voyage, bon chance, bon vacance!

House/dog-sitting:

Cinnamon for around the legs of the bee hive to keep the ants out; switches for the well/cistern and holding tank; hummingbird food; mail at the PO; videos back to the library; hot tub controls; irrigation systems; seeds to plant in the raised garden boxes; Luna’s routine for walking, eating, playing; yurt ready to go.

Got to figure out a vantage point nearby for the eclipse on Sunday. Should be excellent observation conditions by then after a front blew through last night/this morning.

source of power

For most of the time that humans have inhabited the earth, their prime source of power has been their own muscle power. . . . Early additional sources of power included human slaves and domesticated animals. The hunting/gathering societies were helped when an extra food gatherer or hunter could join in the task of securing food. Likewise, the labor intensiveness of primitive agriculture increased both the need for and the usefulness of slave and animal labor. . . . A slave or extra hunter, of course, would have to be fed. However, two hunters could kill more than twice as much game as a single hunter could kill alone. In this way, additional labor provided a greater return in energy than the energy input required for its maintenance. (Pimentel & Pimentel, 2008, p.68)

Model assumptions: Dynamic Energy Budgets

  • There are two state variables: structural body volume and energy reserve density.
  • There are six energy fluxes: assimilation; somatic maintenance; somatic growth; maturation; maintenance of the state of maturity; and reproduction. These energy fluxes are irreversible.
  • There are maximally three life stages: embryo’s, which neither feed nor reproduce; juveniles, which may feed but do not reproduce; and adults, which may feed and reproduce.
  • The rate of food uptake is proportional to the surface area of an organism, and is a hyperbolic function of the food density.
  • Energy assimilated from food becomes part of the reserves. The dynamics of the energy reserve density are first order, with a rate that is inversely proportional to the length of an organism.
  • A fixed fraction of the energy flowing out of the reserves is used by somatic tissue (somatic maintenance and growth), and the remainder is used for maturity maintenance, and maturation or reproduction (stored until reproductive event); maintenance demands have priority. This partitioning of energy cancels when somatic maintenance needs cannot be fulfilled; then somatic maintenance demands have priority.
  • The chemical compositions of structure and reserves are constant. Thus, the following are constant:
    • the conversion efficiency of food into energy;
    • the cost to maintain a unit of structure;
    • the cost to form a unit of structure;
    • the cost to maintain the acquired state of maturity;
    • the cost to mature a unit of structure;
    • the cost to form a unit of reproductive matter.
  • Life stage transitions occur when the cumulative amount of energy that is spent on maturation exceeds a threshold. An embryo initially has a negligible amount of structure. With eggs, the energy reserve density of the embryo at hatching equals that of its mother during egg formation. A foetus develops at a rate that is independent of the reserve density of the mother; at birth, its energy reserve density equals that of the mother. Micro-organisms divide into daughter cells a constant interval after the initiation of DNA replication; replication starts at a threshold size.
  • There is one state variable for each toxic compound: the density of that toxicant in the aqueous fraction of structure.
  • There is one independent compartment: the aqueous fraction of structure. The density of toxicant in the aqueous fraction of structure is always in equilibrium with the toxicant density in other parts of the body (dry fraction of structure, reserves and stored resources for reproduction). Toxicants are exchanged with the ambient through the aqueous fraction of structure.
  • Toxicants in ingested food are assimilated with a constant efficiency. Other toxicants in the environment are taken up at a rate that is proportional to the surface area of an organism and the ambient toxicant concentration.
  • The rate of toxicant removal (excluding the release of reproductive matter) is proportional to the surface area of an organism and the toxicant density in the aqueous fraction of structure.
  • Toxicants do not affect energy budgets when their density in the aqueous fraction of structure is below a fixed value, the no-effect concentration (NEC). At higher levels, the effective toxicant concentration is proportional to the density in the aqueous fraction of structure corrected for the NEC.
  • The flow of energy declines as a hyperbolic function of the effective toxicant density. Demand driven fluxes (maintenance demands) are compensated such that the net commitment to maintenance increases linearly with the effective toxicant concentration.
  • Toxicants act on different energy fluxes with equal strength.
Nisbet, R.M., Effects of Metal Toxicants on the Energy Budgets of Marine Organisms: A Modeling Approach. Available at: https://www.coastalresearchcenter.ucsb.edu/scei/Metaltox.html.

more cutting room floor

I’ll help you meet the unknown. I rather enjoy the unknown. At least some of it. Not all of it. Maybe later I’ll tell you about what specific unknowns I cannot deal with. Every life-form has a threshold limit for dealing with the unknown. It is much easier to meet the unknown in the company of someone who finds a particular unknown not to be unknown. Overlapping knowledge-sets are very helpful in dealing with the unknown. It’s about standing back-to-back or side-by-side sometimes. No one knows everything about everything, everyone knows something about something. And anyone who professes to know more than half about everything will not make a good traveling companion. Likewise, someone who claims they know nothing will likely end up being tedious and disagreeable in the ensuing intimate run of a road-trip. Those who presume knowledge to be a fluid condition, changeable, and in need of constant refinement are the best traveling companions.

The capacity to tolerate indeterminate or unknown situations largely rests on prior experience. But somewhere, deep within the reptilian brain is a realization that to gain the requisite rewards that life offers (are they any more than simply the continuance of life?), one has to move outwards, somehow, outwards, through, across, into the world. Riding differential gradients from less to more or more to less, you never know. This movement presumes exposure to changing fields of external flows. It means sampling those flows, carefully or with great abandon. more “more cutting room floor”

Monday, 29 January, 1962

Had lengthy discussion with Dr. T. who described the operation rather completely. The muscle on the outside is cut off the bone, so it is possible to have access to the bone & joint without disturbing the facial nerve. After the manipulation the muscle is stitched back on. Sat in sun for about an hour, shaved and combed my hair; as a result I felt more civilized. The food consists of soups, juice, eggnog, etc. The dietitian is ill, so I can’t seem to get across the idea of consomme & baby food. Rec’d a card from the Sussman’s; it must have been delivered personally, as it has no stamp on it.

Wednesday, 03 January, 1962

Worked out distance but not TTR & FPS-16 at 15,280′.

Some discussion with Mike Bavaro re: the UTM to Lat/Long conversion. He suggests a map with both kinds of coordinates on it. This would be fine if I had it. I’ll call Patrick AFB, Mr. Ashcroft tomorrow.

Overcast

Took HS to Waltham to get his auto registration application , and to Watertown to the Registry of MV to get his registration.

Went to Scout Court of Honor. It was combined with a so-called Father & Sons Dinner, served by the Girl Scouts; the food was delicious. The rest of the evening was devoted to awarding badges, with Ian Miller getting his Eagle Award.

Unhappy Meals

This article/essay by Michael Pollan is an extremely well-framed case-in-point about how a techno-social system (TSS) will — with science leading the way — reconfigure the energy flows (FOOD!) that we are immersed within. And how evolved sub-systems with a Machiavellian stake in the distribution of power in the TSS will fall all over themselves to retain the power they already have, or will develop new ways to siphon the power away from individuals participating in the system. Individual participants, aggregated as “the population” are still the main source of accumulated hierarchic power in the system. Anyone hoping to accumulate a power-base has to, at some level, attract the attention (life-energy/life-time) of that base. The food industry (and its constituent sub-industries) is no exception, nor is the ‘big science’ sector (which has to justify its existence through churning out ‘sensible’ information (nutrition research: always filtered, dumbed-down, by intercessory media voices)) — and neither of these ‘players’ are willing to be ‘regulated’ by the government which subsidizes their existence. Remember all those “drink milk” ads some years back? All the subsidies have gone underground, so is mostly invisible to the undiscerning eye. The consumer only sees the contents of the grocery-store shelves.
more “Unhappy Meals”

the force of taut stomachs

[F]orce is always experienced through interaction. We become aware of force as it affects us or some object in our perceptual field. When you enter an unfamiliar dark room and bump into the edge of the table, you are experiencing the interactional character of force. When you eat too much the ingested food presses outwards on your tautly stretched stomach. There is no schema for force that does not involve interaction or potential interaction.

Johnson, Mark. (1987) The Body in the Mind. Chicago: University of Chicago Press.

Interaction then, of course, needs energy, for the ‘approach’ to transition in space, or time. It requires one to be ‘at the effect of’ either an internal energy source, or at least sliding down the gradient of a potential field (gravitational, for example).

Thursday, 16 November, 1961

Overcast

Went over to the Waltham Nature Food Store after some ground kelp. HS got 5 lbs. of buckwheat honey; he gave me a little to try on the children. I put it in the honey squeeze bottle.

LCH painted the new pegboard, and I put up a number of tools; this took a good quantity off my workbench.

Rec’d letter from Mr. Anderson saying I did not give them the Jeep registration number. I did not get one on the Bill of Sale from Lincoln Auto Service.

Gave $5 to a policeman who was selling tickets to their annual Ball.

Divorce or Corrasable Bond

Your skin is translucent in the still air of this room.
Clay is prerogative; eyes are derivative.
We live in the shadows of immense hands
like death that will take our sex away.

Bridal days and wedding nights of grace and youth
and doors opening in women.

Music is a child of the grass
and teaches us the cost of frostbite.
We can’t separate the misunderstandings
or wash dishes in the music-box.

We talk too much and spend the word on our burning hands.
A cinder of a joke catches in our throat
and you laugh to hold onto the hurrying waters.

A fern is a fan that resembles a rainbow
and the last ghosts of Indians are asking for food
in the amber waves of dying grain.

— Daniela Gioseffi

Let them eat cake?

Framing (of) the Flow: re-distribution and the occupation of Wall Street.

A closer look at protocol and flow: the guiding of energies that is applied by protocol, how protocol affects flow, and, finally, how flow affects the distribution of energy and power in a system.

Re-distribution arrives: a media blurb in the face of the ruling class, framing their stupid public squabbles that now merely parrot vacuous resonances of “Let them eat cake.

Any techno-social system (TSS) is fundamentally comprised of a set of pathways along which ‘naturally’ occurring energy (re)sources are directed ostensibly for the overall good of that system. (note: not necessarily for the good of each individual participant in that system!) The imposition of these directed pathways suggests that the resulting distribution of the energies flowing from those sources is not uniform: there are concentrations of energy (power!) and consequently there are regions of energy (order!) deficit. (note: the flows are not merely defined by spatial and temporal frames of reference!) These inequities are present from the moment that ‘naturally’ occurring flows are re-directed in service of the techno-social system. It is largely because of the specific nature of the imposed protocols which (re)direct the flows that the distributions of energy are consequently imbalanced. (At the same time it is important to remember that energy/power is not distributed evenly at any scale!)
more “Let them eat cake?”

chilly morning words

Chilly morning words form. Brushing away the crust of ice formed by dreams of last night. And other morning words of resolution. Or just thoughts. Words. With cornbread heating in the oven. New warmth diffusing into the food-stuff. A morning. A morning. Words melt, spill, tremble. Waiting to drop into space. Formed from symbols that litter the mind. And then, the thoughts on resolution. the accuracy of the human animal sensibilities.

And all that.

I run, minded, mindful, of the past and what. is. not. yet. The recent spins into the places of spinning. Words traded with new Others. And Others becoming newer in closeness.

I write like this in the morning. And let mind wander. The discipline lies alone in the be-ing. Not much else at all. But. I find no pointedness here of objective. To explore in these words. At least, I see none yet. Retrospective. And this such that we create more than we may know at the point of creation. Why is this: some disconnection with the creative self to be unfolded at some later time? I know of all which I have created at some points. Some electric instances. but of this, life remains unknown.

Meaning of Information Technology

David invites me to take over for him while he is away to Europe for a media festival in Kracow. He’s teaching a course in the Atlas / TAM (Technology, Art, and Media) program called “Meaning of Information Technology.”

The Meaning of Information Technology (MIT) is the introductory course for the Technology, Arts and Media (TAM) program at the ATLAS Institute. MIT provides an introduction to a range of topics in information technology, new media, and digital culture. The goal of this course is to enable you to think critically about the impact of technology on society, industry, and government. This course considers what it means to be active citizens in a networked digital age. It will consider historical case studies in past IT adoption, unintended consequences and futuristic predictions. It will examine the search for authentic information, whether in digital imagery, search engines, viral video, or sound formats; IT’s modification of our social behavior; and of our means of gathering, interacting with, displaying, and using information. We will consider who we are and who we become in social networks, online games, and in virtual worlds. Most fundamentally, the class explore the question of what it means to be human in a rapidly-changing world. This question will lead us to examining the writings of theorists, the observations of those on the “bleeding edge,” and view-points ranging from neo-Luddite to Utopian enthusiast. We will draw our own educated and thoughtful conclusions, based on a wide range of evidence, and each of you will emerge from the class with an understanding of and agency in your relationship with Information Technologies. By the end of the course, you will have acquired an awareness of the rapid expansion of new technology, and you will have begun to think critically about the implications and impacts of new technologies.

Short seminar sessions, large classes make it tough to stimulate discussion, but I think they did fine in rising to the occasion. I did put out a tremendous range of concepts in that brief time, but … Not knowing names or not knowing individuals feels like a handicap, but the ending vibe is good.

I started the second session with a single projector showing a blank BBEdit file and at the beginning of class I started typing in the file with my back to the class. I slowly generated the following text:

I thought I'd start this way, to explore the inherent separation and alienation caused by technological mediation induced or driven by techno-social systems. I have my back to you. You, as a group, are talking quietly amongst yourselves.

It's 11:01 by my clock. So, this *IS* the beginning. I have a sense of being nervous as to what our engagement will bring in the next hour, but as an open potential, we have many possibilities. The system that we exist within—at this moment in history—is such that the possibilities for face-to-face human encounter are decreasing, gradually being replaced by greater and greater levels of technological mediation. This process of mediation changes the qualities of human encounter deeply.

It's quiet now, it seems that you have focused your attention on my screen-mediated presence. I can hear the air-conditioning drone under the artificial lighting. Are you staring at me or my expression?

There are many pre-cursor 'tele-' technologies that have incrementally increased the 'distance' between humans—communications technologies are the obvious examples—but there are a wide variety of technologies which have precipitated both subtle and monumental changes in human contact: food production, reproductive and medical technologies, those involved in warfare and economics, and so on.

What ARE the effects of these changing levels of mediation? How do they affect the qualities of your lives? What technologies most affect your existence directly? Indirectly? Let's see what range of answers we can generate in the next 85 minutes and in the days following.

Silence gradually increased while I slowly composed each sentence, correcting spelling errors and such. When I was done, I turned around to kick-start what turned out to be a good discussion (although I talked far too much for my liking — as I tend to do in a time-limited situation). Last week, I had David ask them to pose five questions about the assigned text (which was the clunky Regime of Amplification text as the primary input for the week. Unfortunately the class wiki (deployed on the goingon.com platform) is not public, as I fielded and answered most of the proposed questions. They ran a stimulating and largely thoughtful gamut and did reveal some weaknesses in the text (the overall one being the density!).

other thoughts via John McPhee

Old River Control structure (to the right) at the Atchafalaya/Mississippi River intersection, October 2011
“If the profession of an engineer were not based upon exact science,” he said, “I might tremble for the result, in view of the immensely of the interests dependent on my success. But every atom that moves onward in the river, from the moment it leaves its home among the crystal springs or mountain snows, throughout the fifteen hundred leagues of its devious pathway, until it is finally lost in the vast waters of the Gulf, is controlled by laws as fixed and certain as those which direct the majestic march of the heavenly spheres. Every phenomenon and apparent eccentricity of the river — its scouring and depositing action, its caving banks, the formation of the bars at its mouth, the effect of the waves and tides of the sea upon its currents and deposits — is controlled by law as immutable as the Creator, and the engineer need only to be insured that he does not ignore the existence of any of these laws, to feel positively certain of the results he aims at.” James B. Eads, engineer, quoted in “Atchafalaya” by John McPhee

versus

“One who knows the Mississippi will promptly aver — not aloud but to himself — that ten thousand River Commissions, with the mines of the world at their back, cannot tame that lawless stream, cannot curb it or confine it, cannot say to it, ‘Go here,’ or ‘Go there,’ and make it obey; cannot save a shore which it has sentenced; cannot bar its path with an obstruction which it will not tear down, dance over, and laugh at. But a discreet man will not put these things into spoken words; for the West Point engineers have not their superiors anywhere; they know all that can be known of their abstruse science; and so, since they conceive that they can fetter and handcuff that river and boss him, it is but wisdom for the unscientific man to keep still, lie low, and wait till they do it. Captain Eads, with his jetties, has done a work at the mouth of the Mississippi which seemed clearly impossible; so we do not feel full confidence now to prophesy against like impossibilities. Otherwise one would pipe out and say the Commission might as well bully the comets in their courses and undertake to make them behave, as try to bully the Mississippi into right and reasonable conduct.” — Mark Twain in “Life on the Mississippi” quoted in “Atchafalaya” by John McPhee

from The Control of Nature: Atchafalaya — John McPhee, 23 February 1987 in The New Yorker.

and this from Bill Gammage in a precursor of his recent book “The Biggest Estate on Earth: How Aborigines Made Australia” (Allen & Unwin, 2011)

I suggest that people turned to crops, herds and stores to protect them from other people. The reason farmers stepped onto the road to civilisation was military.

Aborigines ensured that usually they had plenty of food by controlling their population and by maximizing their resources. But their truly great achievement lay in how they protected their resources — not by military force, but by religious sanction. Even under extreme duress Aborigines rarely took food that was not theirs. That may have been so in early Europe and elsewhere too — most societies attempt to sanctify property. If so, it broke down. Farmers were led to protect their food, thus lost the predictability and security that widely dispersed resources gave hunter-gatherers, and thus had to work hard and make hard work a virtue. Work, sedentism and storing generate individual and collective strivings for surplus, for wealth. That is the road Europeans took, and Aborigines avoided. In August 1770 James Cook could not have known whether Aborigines were ‘far more happier’ than Europeans, but he was right to see that they were content in ‘all the necessarys of Life’, which we Europeans, ever restless for more, can never be. — Bill Gammage, 2005

grim Shaw

THE DEVIL: And is Man any the less destroying himself for all this boasted brain of his? Have you walked up and down upon the earth lately? I have; and I have examined Man’s wonderful inventions. And I tell you that in the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence and famine. The peasant I tempt to-day eats and drinks what was eaten and drunk by the peasants of ten thousand years ago; and the house he lives in has not altered as much in a thousand centuries as the fashion of a lady’s bonnet in a score of weeks. But when he goes out to slay, he carries a marvel of mechanism that lets loose at the touch of his finger all the hidden molecular energies, and leaves the javelin, the arrow, the blowpipe of his fathers far behind. In the arts of peace Man is a bungler. I have seen his cotton factories and the like, with machinery that a greedy dog could have invented if it had wanted money instead of food. I know his clumsy typewriters and bungling locomotives and tedious bicycles: they are toys compared to the Maxim gun, the submarine torpedo boat. There is nothing in Man’s industrial machinery but his greed and sloth: his heart is in his weapons. This marvelous force of Life of which you boast is a force of Death: Man measures his strength by his destructiveness. What is his religion? An excuse for hating ME. What is his law? An excuse for hanging YOU. What is his morality? Gentility! an excuse for consuming without producing. What is his art? An excuse for gloating over pictures of slaughter. What are his politics? Either the worship of a despot because a despot can kill, or parliamentary cockfighting. I spent an evening lately in a certain celebrated legislature, and heard the pot lecturing the kettle for its blackness, and ministers answering questions. When I left I chalked up on the door the old nursery saying –“Ask no questions and you will be told no lies.” — George Bernard Shaw, The Devil speaking in “Don Juan in Hell,” Act III of “Man and Superman,” 1902

Friday, 12 May, 1961

Worked some more on the 22L. I’ll send a copy back to JLV and Col. Bavaro.

Overcast

Went into town with CHH for a haircut and some more strained baby foods. Bought a set of Latin vocabulary cards, a spelling demon card, a Latin grammar card, and a theory of music guide, all at the Princeton University Coop Store.

Anne gave me—for Janet—a card with notes on it for the piano, and two beginners books.

Tuesday, 09 May, 1961

Overcast – rain

Am filling up on diluted baby food, which is all that will go through my teeth. My floating ribs still hurt a lot; perhaps I should go get them x-rayed and taped up.

LCH phoned to say that a Mr. Anderson of INA told her that a $1100 medical provision is in the policy; she will mail a form down. She also said that JFN wants me to stay home until I am completely cured!

interview with Niina: art & technology

Niina has been researching art and technology for some years now. We met when I was teaching my old netculture class at the Media Lab in the University of Art and Design Helsinki back in 2000. I participated in her research for her PhD then, and … now

Ei Niina — this is all I could manage, it’s impromptu, but honest, with a bit of humor mixed in… a little complicated, as there’s no time to write an essay about what world-view lies behind the answers. You might want to reference https://www.neoscenes.net/hyper-text/text/pixel.html an article I wrote for Pixelache in Helsinki in 2007 — the same year I did a workshop there too https://www.neoscenes.net/projects/pixel/index.php

you could also check out:

https://neoscenes.net/blog/ and search on
https://neoscenes.net/blog/?s=network
or so…
even
https://neoscenes.net/blog/date/2001/11

> 1.What changes have happened in your work and practices as an artist during the
> last ten years? Do you think your relationship with technology / or the way you
> use technology /has changed during this time?

My practice has widened intensively to take on a tough challenge of the entire techno-social system we are embedded within, are part of. Yes, this includes my relationship AND my understanding of the relationship between all flows that are the substance of technology. This also includes all aspects of life governed by techno-social protocol. When I use (a) technology I understand what I will both lose and gain when using that particular protocol. Using a technology is in fact, a changing of flows of energy that we are embedded in, part of. We are not separate in any way from everything else!

more “interview with Niina: art & technology”

Tuesday, 03 January, 1961

BS terminated his connection with the ad hoc Eval Committee.

In a discussion with JFN:

1) Made the point of frustration expressed on 12-29-60; suggested that he call a section mtg and outline what he conceives Phase II to consist of.

2) We have 2 sub-committees working:

a) Single thread use;
b) Simulation of a center.

Discussed with JLV the need for survival activities. It seems to me that in order for large scale survival to occur, a central authority must see that food & water are available again within weeks of the blasts. This in my opinion requires Presidential action.

Worked on “TOC Concept” document.

JFN wants JH & I to go out to the TAG Board on 1-18/19/20 for discussions on Simplex.

Discussed with Bob Bergemann the need of FAA for an indicator on the radar scope to show the clear airspace/ok for safety reasons as well as the separation distances. He was lukewarm to the patent idea.

Rec’d letter from Mrs. Brennan wanting me to list the house again for sale at a commission of 6%; she pointed out that a house in the neighborhood with an unfinished basement and carport was FHA approved at $24,500.

I’ll try again to rent it; wrote this date to Martin Koenig, recommended by Mrs. Brennan.

Rec’d letter from Fairfax police agreeing to put on their daily check list.

Perhaps we should go down this weekend.

anarchic food – Day 5 – eNZed

near the art museum, on the anciant dunes, Whanganui, New Zealand, December 2010

There’s quite some stress around the catering for the symposium as the person who was to do it had a terrible family trauma arise in England. There will be around 50-75 people coming from around New Zealand along with a few foreign presenters, and the food requirements are vegetarian, vegan, lacto-ovo, etc, etc … complex on limited resources …

Turns out that Gregers though, was the cook and manager of that anarchist vegetarian dining room near Bjorn’s house in North Copenhagen — I’d even eaten there a couple times when visiting Bjorn — so between Gregers and Jonah from the local community, along with volunteers, things will come together. It’s a challenge!

Oh yeah, and it’s Gregers’ birthday dinner in the evening. I work on a big fruit salad, and get the opportunity to introduce Freya to pomegranate seeds.

Day 3 – eNZed

a perspective on the barbecue, Whanganui, New Zealand, December 2010

check out the town farmer’s market before noon, it has a good assortment of food and such. Julian picks up a remote-control-helicopter for the girls (well, ostensibly for them!). back at the house everyone gets a chance to fly it until it dies an unceremonious death. an afternoon swim in the Quaker compound pool is refreshing.

barbecue in the evening, more great food, energized dialogues, tough queries: What are you going to do at this workshop? Ahh, ummm, it’s a long story… got a few minutes?

New Zealand is very fine. The dialogues with Julian and others range all over the place. Hanging around with the rest of the family, along with friend’s of Sophie’s who are on an extended sabbatical from Denmark is stimulating with a healthy dose of good humor. And, with plenty of kids around, well, that keeps the proceedings well-grounded.

ad infinitum

After a long hiatus, the need to get back to work on this space surfaces. A continent away. A fiscal quarter later. And feeling like the speed of days is such that a chin-strap is necessary on the Tilley hat, though it’s not worn here yet, the sun is still in winter distance, and there’s not been enough of it (indoors too much) to warrant head-coverings.

Doctoral assessment time, in a couple weeks, though it would seem that the hoop to leap through is spacious. Or maybe specious — where casuists squabble over the use of meaning to construct be-ing.

But at least have joined the food coop, inspired by Ann-Marie’s dedication.

More soon. eh?

ascending again

camp panorama, near Buena Vista, Colorado, May 2010

Up into the mountains, near Buena Vista to rendezvous with a sizable crowd of friends and friends-of-friends. Plenty of hydrocarbon expenditure, plenty of food. Too tired to stay up around the fire with the hardcores, go to sleep under a huge Ponderosa.

leaving and heading south

leaving Echo Park, Colorado, May 2010

Leaving when done with breakfast and cleaning and packing. A couple rituals yet — gathering some sage and some yellow Weber sandstone powder. A beautiful sojourn. The place is so rich, so un-circumscribable, no matter how many dances of words one would make around it. Best is the ability to press into the body the power of be-ing and the power of life. And Light. And the gravity of the earth. Fundamentals to the heart. The drift of cloud and shift of wider weather patterns, leaving Light on upturned face, changing all the time.

Maybe put out a call next spring to have others join. Then again, maybe not…
more “leaving and heading south”

western terminus Yampa Bench

west terminus of Yampa Bench at the Chew Ranch, Dinosaur National Monument, Colorado, May 2010

Sleep difficult, not sure why, whether simple discomfort, though the back of the truck seems very comfortable in the immediate impression, warm, soft enough, but body cannot find a comfortable position, side to side, somehow, problems. Could be that yoga hasn’t been happening in the last days. Hiking is a challenge for the body as well.

Drive up to the head of Sand Canyon, intent on doing a hike, but what looks like bad weather coming in, a heavy front across the whole west, sends me back after a short recon along the Bench Road. It seems doable as an alternative escape route, if this end is the worst, though, in wet conditions, forget it. And it totals thirty miles to Elk Springs, not just the three miles I did on recon. Almost all of it is in the red and yellow (bentonite) clay-sandstone alluvium, and this is precisely this same stuff which sits at the top of the Echo Park Road — from the 2000-foot displacement on the Mitten Park Fault, so, no real solution in heavy and widespread rain. However, this doesn’t seem the case — the rain is sporadic, fast-moving, and interspersed with bright sunshine and the roads are basically still dry after two days of ‘winter storm,’ so fretting about it is a waste of energy. Either I get out on Friday or I don’t and have to wait a few days. Plenty of water, fuel, and food, so that is no problem. The only locked-in point is the flight next Wednesday evening to Portland. But I’d still hate to miss the yurt-raising in Glade Park at Collin and Marisa’s this weekend! more “western terminus Yampa Bench”

end of the road

Start to try making time-lapse sequences from the immediate surroundings. Lousy and/or old equipment, a quasi-functioning power system, and the results show it. Add a portable generator, a better tripod, longer cabling, a 3-CCD camera with chip memory (ah to be free of tape!), and a laptop with a battery that lasts longer than the start-up sequence. I’m ready to cash in some of my retirement piddle to cover it. Maybe $10K I could get away with all of it, including a decent audio recorder? That, along with a better 4WD truck and I’d be part of the pseudo-elite for once. hah. So, anyway, now, marooned in Echo Park by the intense weather, (I was warned, fair enough, but I told the ranger that I wasn’t planning to come out until Friday next at least, anyway, so things should dry up by then, and that I had enough supplies for at least two weeks if not more). Stormy already today, late morning, humidity pulled the clouds up, and while attempting some decent time-lapses, it gets worse. What else is new? Maybe I end up sitting in the car just writing. There are rain filaments across to the north.

Cutting tamarisk growth behind camping site (#7) to feed the fire. Keeps mind busy, with flinging sharp blade biting into hard wood. No help around in case of an accident. This sharpens the wits. more “end of the road”

CLUI: Day Fourteen

collapsed canal backfill, South Base playa, Utah, April 2010

Flat Light. Cycling perhaps ten, twelve miles out. Parallel with the huge trenches of the salt/potash mining, eventually towards Blue Lake. A bit nervous about unexploded ordnance, but there are plenty of old vehicle tracks in the playa to follow. The berms, canals, and drainage engineering has completely off-balanced the system here. In its original condition, as it still the case north of I-80, there is a thick layer of very hard and relatively pure salt overlying the extremely fine-grained mud that accumulates as the ranges surrounding the playa slowly erode. It’s this same very fine-grained sediment that comprises the nasty dust in the frequent and rather violent wind storms kicks up high into the atmosphere. When wet it becomes a gooey mess that is at the same time, slick and very dense. The very reason that it costs USD 600 if you get your vehicle stuck somewhere in the local playa — usually when the salt ‘ice’ breaks through — it takes a snow-cat to tow it out. And, as the basins between the ranges are being formed as a result of wide-scale extensional tectonics, that stuff is deep, thousands of feet deep! Nothing like the feeling of being out in the back country here with a vehicle that is stuck or has broken down. Cell phones usually don’t work, and it’s a long walk anywhere. I carry plenty of water (10 gallons), a shovel, tow cable, full tool kit, flash-Lights, some food, sleeping gear, signaling mirror, and other bits of paraphernalia to at least make it a comfortable wait. And most of the time, I have my mountain bike which would make a 50-mile exit a possibility.