Socotra Island,
"the most alien place on Earth", photo by Jan Vandorpe. Photos on Dark
Roasted Blend. Thanks to Our Descent
for the link.
Having
Too Much Stuff: Beyond Rivalry reprises a post from JD
Roth
about all the problems
that having stuff creates, but why it's so hard
to part with it. "We each have so many interests, and certain
things -- like books -- keep us connected to those
interests, or give us the illusion that they do.
But they also clog up our lives and make us less
efficient at doing what we are and what we want to do right now. It's
hard to let go of the things that we believe represent parts of
ourselves,
or we hope represent us. In many cases, these things represent who we
were or wished to be at one time -- not who we are right now." And Ivor
Tymchak goes further, saying our stuff,
and our desire for it, actually controls us.
I wish
I could at least call this denial. But if people are incapable of even
perceiving the facts because of state conditioning, serving up the
facts is useless. Which is why all that powerful truth out there on the
net has no real effect. It exists outside our indoctrination's
reference framework. Therefore it does not exist. What exists is the
system. The ward on which we all live and secretly fear Nurse Ratchett.
But it is still the system and the U.S. is still a ward in which the
citizen patients are carefully observed and managed to best result for
the corporate state. Best result meaning economical producers and
consumers for (allegedly) free market capitalism. And every patient and
affinity group has a cherished unreality which allows them to live in
denial. For instance, there is the cherished notion among liberal and
left leaning Americans that all this is recent, and sprang up simply
because George Bush was elected. I don't think so friends. No one man
can establish cruelty in 300 million people in eight years. He can only
heighten it by squeezing the people harder, encouraging fear and
alienation and coldness of spirit.
How much more time the American people can muddle along, the muddle
slowly becoming an even more mindless slog toward the unthinkable? My
guess is until we hit that economic and ecological wall we are
careening toward. In which case we will start killing anybody in the
way of arbitrary conquest of resources in the age of peak everything.
Even people who understand what is coming are hedging their bets -- as
in, "Well, I won't be around when it all comes down." Or "I can make
enough money to be in a safe place when the shit hits the fan." Or
simply "America right or wrong."
Passages:
I mentioned last weekend that several of the people
I know are going through major changes in their lives, some of them
gut-wrenching. Since then I've heard a dozen more, similar stories, and
now I'm wondering whether September marks a significant season for such
changes. It is as if the world catches its breath and takes stock in
July and August, and then, when September comes, expels it forcefully
and propels itself in a new direction. What happens often is that
something not quite clear has precipitated a change, and initially it
seems enlightening, delightful, until suddenly
the forces behind the transformation surface and blow our lives apart.
Where
the Energy Goes, and Comes From: The UK government has
produced a gorgeous image (see above) of that country's sources, uses
and losses of energy. I've showed a similar graphic by Lawrence
Livermore Laboratory of US energy use on this blog before. Full size
version here. Great visualizations. Thanks to The Oil Drum for
the link.
Why
Oil Price is So Volatile: Jeff Vail explains how
supply and demand changes whipsaw oil prices in the short run,
and why in the longer term the trend is much, much higher. Also, he
explains, paradoxically, our attempts to forestall adjustment to this
crisis will actually make it worse.
The
Hamlet Economy: Also from Jeff, an explanation of how
model Natural (Intentional) Communities might work, network
together, and catch on. "It is also important to recognize that the
implementation of this kind
of hamlet-economy will, in most circumstances, require adaptation of an
existing landscape—in most cases a landscape that is not
sustainable,
that is
hierarchal, and that is not compatible with human ontogeny.This
introduces an artificiality, in the sense that the theoretical
structure may be impacted by existing hierarchal infrastructure (like
towns and highways).Perhaps
the best way to
circumvent this is to begin to “plant the seeds” of
a hamlet economy in
existing rural areas, and then expand into prior towns and cities as
they become non-viable."
Trace the water
you drink from precipitation to tap.
How many days
till the moon is full? (Plus or minus a couple of days.)
Describe the soil
around your home
From what
direction do winter storms generally come in your region?
Where does your
garbage go?
How long is the
growing season where you live?
Name five
resident birds and any migratory birds in your area.
What primary
geological event process influenced the land form where you live?
From where you
are reading this, point north.
Were the stars
out last night?
Arctic
Melting Crosses Tipping Point:Sea
ice levels have reached what climate scientists call their "death
spiral", and massive glacial melt, ocean current changes and
sea level rises are next, and now virtually inevitable. Future
generations will, justifiably, remember us as, more than anything else,
the generation who did this to them, and to our world. "Researchers
announced late on Tuesday that the five ice shelves along Ellesmere
Island in the Far North, which are more than 4,000 years old, had
shrunk by 23 percent this summer alone. The
largest shelf is disintegrating and one of the smaller
shelves, covering 19 square miles (55 square km), broke away entirely
last month." Thanks to Dale Asberry
for the link.
How to advocate your point of view without harming
your collaborator's feelings.
How to spot when a conversation gets emotional and
then make it safe again to continue meaningful dialogue.
How to listen and get into the shoes of your
collaborator.
How to define a mutual intent that will inspire
action.
How to tell and elicit stories.
How to get things done so you have something to show
for your collaboration.
The
Power of Story: A PBS journalist's commencement address
explains why we
are inclined to believe, and care about, stories, far more
than the same information conveyed analytically. Thanks to Steve
Remedios for the link.
In
America, Organizing a Demonstration = Terrorism:
Organizers of peaceful demonstrations against the RNC have been
arrested in "pre-emptive" raids and charged with "conspiracy to commit
riot in furtherance of terrorism", a charge
that could lead to 15 years in prison.
Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you
pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there
inside of you, repeating to you what you’re thinking about
life and about the world.
You mean I should
listen, even if it’s treasonous?
Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well,
it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know
its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.
You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s
better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you’ll
never have to fear an unanticipated blow.
The boy continued to listen to his heart as they crossed the desert. He
came to understand its dodges and tricks, and to accept it as it was.
He lost his fear, and forgot about his need to go back to the oasis,
because, one afternoon his heart told him it was happy.
Dick Jones, from Patteran
Pages, on the start of a
new school year:
I’m sitting here in an empty house.
Not a
derelict one this time but my own warm, untidy much-loved home. Maisie
is at nursery and Reuben and Rosie are at school.
It’s Rosie’s first day at
school and, on delivery,
she viewed the busy pre-school playground with large, solemn eyes.
Within seconds of her arrival, fellow newbie Franzie gathered her up
and, hand-in-hand, they ran off towards the play equipment.
After the bell cleared the
playground and coats
were hung up, bags and
belongings disposed and children passed into the custody of the
classroom, I walked back to the car. The drive home through the lanes
between the villages was a pensive one. Rosie’s first day in
full-time school and my first day out of it. Forty-one years ago,
pretty much to the day, I stood before my first class and began to earn
my first salary. Forty-one years on, my last salary cheque has been
paid in and now I draw just a pension. Forty-one years ago I was a
teacher and now I am – what...a civilian?
But no great existential crisis is
at hand as I sit here pondering. I
am, as ever, resolutely, stubbornly, passionately and substantially me.
The same deepest fears; the same most pressing needs; the same most
aggravating shortcomings; the same most cherished hopes; the same most
fierce convictions. For all the territory covered, all the memories
stored and filed and all the lessons learned, the road, it seems, goes
ever on.
Can I relate it before sleepiness numbs me?
Well, it
was only this: I just unexpectedly--not "suddenly," which implies a
sort of violence, but quietly, like a kind of interior melting, slow
and certain and plain and obvious and clear--had the feeling that my
life has been wonderful. Wonderful. I have known a dozen kinds of love
at a hundred intensities. The people I've touched and who have touched
back. I've made babies and fed them with my body and watched them grow
up and seen their babies and accomplishments--inexpressible joy. Great
successes, great failures. I've known overwhelming rage and tremendous
fear, blackest hate and the blinding-white nearness to a kind of
God-level agape. The closeness of families and an aloneness so complete
I went mad from it. Faith, betrayal--my own and others'. So many colors
and intensities in the spectrum of human emotion.
And it's all good. Amazing, even. And, yeah, fading a little, finally. Remember,
dammit.
People
who have inspired or informed me frequently over the past few months.
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