The Dear Hunter

While letting my thoughts wander over the words of those angered-up by OWS and other street protests in an article at the Economist website, Rage against the machine, I came across an interesting observation by Der Perfessor:

The major reason why a solution to the Euro crisis is not happening is that the Banks are insisting that ALL their losses on the Euro bonds be repaid by the governments. No haircut at all! In fact, would you believe it, they now want the 450 billion Euro guarantee offered by the EFSC be expanded to, yes , ONE TRILLION EUROS. And they have sufficient sway to prevent a solution to the euro crisis until they get it.

Until the barbarians at the gate find the means to recruit critical masses of unhappy mercenaries to crash the homes/businesses of those in finance who help support “the 1%” – doing real damage a la Gaddafi’s downfall – then life is endlessly the same thing all over again, is it not?  No matter how many bandaids in the form of refinanced mortgages we apply to the leaking aorta of a dying system.

What was it that guy said in “Tuesdays with Morrie,” that those who bankroll the military and police to support their financial lavishness are always the real ones in power, no matter how public they appear?

Who casts the first stone, as they say in my subculture?

Not me.  I know who I am.  I’m as guilty as the next ex-office worker whose fortune was built on a rigged financial system no different than the average Ponzi/pyramid scheme wrapped in an emperour’s new clothing line.  An indoctrinated, brainwashed technogeek who created an organisation so well-entrenched into the current dysfunctional system that it’s no better or worse than the system it purports to overrun.

I keep waiting for my team of hackers and scientists tied to the supercomputer to show me a global socioeconomic system that keeps everyone fat/trim, dumb and happy, but they just keep feeding me one exploitative system after another.

There’s a lesson in here, if I choose to think about it…

If you perspire, are you a sweater?

If you brag about how much you perspire more than others, are you a sweaty pants?

Oh, the Committee is at it again.  Some argue that, with Libya’s reorganisation under way, we should move the drone army/navy into Iranian, Israeli and/or Saudi territory and keep the global revolution on schedule.  Apply the usual political pressure, at least.

What is your definition of despotism?  A tyrant or a tyrannical society?

If a corporation was chartered in a geopolitical region that values freedom of speech, should the corporation’s policies and procedures actively protect freedom of speech?  If not, should the geopolitical region’s representatives legislate/require/regulate/adjudicate corporate policies and procedures to ensure freedom of speech is fully protected by law?

In other words, beware the corporation’s fear of the power of the consumer to control corporate behaviour and influence profit margins.  😉

To be a kid again, absent of the knowledge of adult games, freely playing on the street, cataloging fauna/flora in the woods, impressing teachers with studious habits…

Enough of this chatter.  Time for concrete action.

See you in a few days.

Murdering us with statistics

<start chapter of humorous novel>

As a species, we like to hunt and kill one another, it seems.  So be it.  I admit I am who I am because of what my species does, regardless of the percentage of us who wouldn’t hurt a fly but would call in an air strike without hesitation.

Or kill formerly caged wild beasts, reliving our nomadic hunter-gatherer days once again for 15 5.352 seconds of Internet video fame.

But back to statistics.  Here are two more data points worth considering:

  1. Statistics about the official economy
  2. The lack of statistics about the shadow economy

Next up, give me that oldtimey religion – a word about archaeology and a word about modern belief structures.

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Thanks to Miranda and staff at Beauregard’s, Eric Mc and staff at Chili’s.

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To the Saboteur Squad, you know which solar manufacturers to target – the ones doing the dumping.  Proceed.

<end chapter of humorous novel>

Increase your hits by linking popular topics of the day

So much to say, so little motivation to organise my thoughts today.

As long as officials in small countries that serve as tax havens can be easily bought and paid for, well…a supercommittee is practically useless and defenseless against such a system, n’est pas?

As long as highly-profitable speculation drives growth in one part of the world, the other parts will never succeed in corralling speculators.

Those are the problems.

What are the solutions?

See, life on Mars decades from now is no different than life on Earth today.

The full spectrum of muddied, transparent personalities exists outside of time.

Be an immigrant/artisan, you say?

Then take away the conveniences of modern life.

Until hardships or other means to provoke our competitive nature, our desire to feel alive, dominate, change is slow.

Molasses at the South Pole.

What did you expect to happen when an automated, robotised future freed us to enjoy leisure but took away our means of making a living?

Until the robots work for us, all of us, not just the automated factory owners, we live in a disjointed society/economy.

How do you spread the increase of productivity around?

My wife and I invested in the means of production via purchases and longterm holding of stocks, bonds and mutual funds.  That way, we capture some of the benefits of continuous productivity improvement.

We avoided the debt trap of purchasing objects which reach their depreciation to zero within a few years.

House paid for.  Transportation vehicles paid for.  You know the scenario – we did not leverage debt, ours or someone else’s, in order to speculate.

Yet, we have enjoyed artificially-fast portfolio growth because of speculators.  We have suffered artificially-fast portfolio decreases because of speculators, too.

That’s why our investments are spread across the globe, to capture differences in socioeconomic conditions.

Thus, our lives our intertwined with the richest and poorest of us seven billion sets of states of energy.

My wife participates in the office-style work environment.  I manage a visibly transparent network that feeds this blog/never-ending story.  Together, we, as past/present/future millionaires (in USD), have a keen interest in ensuring our global economy is relatively stable and free from control by selfish tyrants/hoarders.

Who are the selfish tyrants/hoarders?

They are the ones who gained wealth by high-risk speculating with the wealth/debt of others without providing a way to share the profit through dividends, stocks, bonds, mutual funds or other less/low speculative ways of channeling their hordes to wise, longterm investors.

What is the difference between high-risk speculators and low-risk speculators?

That, my friends, is a view that changes with the popular topics of the day; meaning, there is no easy answer to that question.

We hope you figure out how to enjoy the bounty of automation and increased productivity while some of us figure out how to define the constantly-changing difference between high-risk speculators and low-risk speculators and protect the wise investors from the wild, reckless ones.

That, in itself, is motivation to get out of bed every morning and compete in the marketplace of ideas to create a better future for all of us.

Data Points

  1. Will all governments agree to similar economic packages that prevent tax haven seekers from spoiling the hope for U.S. government revenue growth to increase employment?
  2. Green is a long way from being economically cheap and easy.

Finally, IndyCar gets what it needed – a fiery, death-filled crash to make open-wheeled races exciting again, hopefully making us rethink going round in fast circles (watched them in Charlotte and Nashville, myself, quickly getting bored with the speed/track disparity, like watching Sprint Cup cars race at the Huntsville Speedway, inappropriate in many ways (is that why tracks like Nashville have faded?)) – infield chicanes, perhaps?  A nod of sorrow to the Wheldon family survivors for their sacrifice.

The messy global democratic construction process continues – are you onboard or a dinosaur falling behind the times?  Is the Internet the anonymous crowdsourced leader you dreamed of as a kid imagining the Utopia of Walden Pond?

My hand on the desk, I see my heartbeat on the tea surface

The thing is…sigh…that is…the universe being just a figment of my imagination (which begs the question, “Who am I and where did I come from?”)…

Should the Apple board of directors proceed with building the ground-based spaceship in Cupertino?

Should the global financial wizards help China smoothly transition to a consumption-based economy rather than export-based?

Does U.S. economic history have a clear answer?

What if you gave to a sperm bank and no one wanted your donation?  What kind of interest rate do sperm banks guarantee on certificates of deposit?  Do they offer savings and checking accounts?  What about debit cards?  ATMs?

If I am a figment of my imagination, what is my imagination a figment of?

Who created the word figment in the first place?

Today is a day when I am withdrawn into myself for purposes of ascertaining meaning out of nothingness…to create a new universe that looks similarly the same as the last one, which is merely a blank slate with a background image as a starting point for my imagination…while the last one begs for my attention.

 

The Middle Class, Buddha, “Office Plankton,” and Educationalism

Great commentary of the day, from last week, that is:

The middle class, as the Buddha, chose a middle path, skillfully maneuvering between conformism and prison

Писатель Александр Генис — о том, почему современный «офисный планктон» должен завидовать своим родителям Writer Alexander Genis – about why the modern “office plankton” should be jealous of their parents

The middle class, as the Buddha, chose a middle path, skillfully maneuvering between conformism and prisonАлександр Генис Alexander Genis

— Образованщина, — вынес профессор приговор целой эпохе, и вся аудитория привычно пригорюнилась. – Smatterers – Professor sentence handed down an entire era, and the entire audience accustomed prigoryunilas.

Одних участников этой конференции я знал давно, других — лично, третьих — по имени. Some participants in this conference, I knew a long time, others – in person, the third – by name. Тем удивительнее, с какой готовностью все эти незаурядные люди, собравшиеся в редакции толстого и уважаемого журнала, согласились перечеркнуть молодость и признать за своим поколением вину, которую на него взвалило обидное прозвище. More surprising how readily all these extraordinary people who gathered in the wording of the large and respected magazine, have agreed to cross the youth and to recognize the guilt of their generation, which hoisted him to embarrassing nickname.

По-моему, такое можно объяснить только одним: властью термина. In my opinion, this can only be explained by one thing: the power of the term. Я ощутил ее на себе, когда перебрался в Америку. I felt it on myself, when he moved to America. Живя в стране, которую мы не задумываясь называли социалистической, я пребывал в слепой уверенности, что за океаном меня ждет то же самое, только наоборот. Living in a country that we do not hesitate to call a socialist, I was in a blind belief that the ocean is waiting for me the same thing, only in reverse. В моем словаре антитеза родному режиму называлась одним словом — капитализм. In my dictionary the antithesis of the native mode is called in one word – capitalism. И я употреблял его с легкой душой и без задних мыслей, пока меня не остановил мой друг и редактор на «Радио Свобода». And I used it with a light heart and without ulterior motives, until I stopped by my friend and editor at the “Radio Freedom”.

— Разве ты марксист? – Are you a Marxist? — спросил он, добравшись в моем скрипте до полемического абзаца. – He asked, reaching into my script to polemical paragraph.

— Как ты мог подумать! – How could you think! — обиделся я. – I was offended.

— Почему же ты делишь мир так, как это удобно им, а не тебе? – Why did you delish world as it is convenient to them and not you?

Я не нашелся что ответить, но с тех пор никогда не позволяю чужому термину отобрать мою реальность. I do not know what to answer, but since then never allow a stranger to the term away my reality. А ведь именно это сделал Солженицын, когда брезгливо вычеркнул из соотечественников целый класс, который мы бы сейчас назвали «средним» — несмотря на все оговорки, которых требовала трудная история, сумасшедшая власть и нетривиальная экономика. And that is exactly what Solzhenitsyn did, when struck with disgust from fellow entire class, which we would now call “middle” – Despite all the reservations, which require a difficult story, a crazy non-trivial power and economy. Ведь ничего среднего в этом «среднем классе» не было — ни в доходах, ни в образовании, ни в интересах, ни в выпивке. Indeed, nothing in the middle “middle class” was not – neither the income nor education, nor in the interests of, or in drink. Как все тогда, он был соткан из крайностей, противоречий и отличался невоздержанностью. Like all the time, it was woven from the excesses, contradictions, and different intemperance. Бедность тут компенсировали любознательностью, свободу заменяли дружбой, политику — самиздатом, заграницу — байдаркой, все остальное — водкой. Poverty then compensated for curiosity, freedom replaced by friendship, politics – samizdat, abroad – kayak, all the rest – vodka.

По Солженицыну, образованщину составлял тот слой образованных людей, который не разделял его религиозные и национальные взгляды. According to Solzhenitsyn, was smatterers the layer of educated people, who did not share his religious and national views. По мне, в нее входили папа с мамой плюс все, с кем они дружили. For me, it included mum and dad, plus all those with whom they were friends. Иногда их называли аббревиатурой «ИТР», и в этом было много правды, потому что от «инженерно-технических работников» обычно требовалось меньше мерзости, чем от гуманитариев, а интересы у них были те же. Sometimes called the acronym “TDI”, and there was a lot of truth, because of the “engineers” are usually required less filth than from the humanities, and the interests they were the same.

Сейчас уже забыли, а может, и не знали, что всему хорошему обычная советская жизнь обязана не властям и не диссидентам, а именно и только «образованщине». It is now forgotten, and maybe did not know what all the good normal life must not the Soviet authorities and the dissidents, but it is only “educationalism.” Они были подписчиками толстых журналов, в которых тлела общественная мысль. They have been subscribed literary journals, which smoldered social thought. Они знали наизусть все песни Окуджавы. They knew by heart all the songs of Okudzhava. Они боготворили Тарковского и понимали Феллини. They worshiped Tarkovsky and Fellini understood. Они раскупали миллионы умных книг. They bought up millions of smart books. Они придумывали анекдоты и шутили в КВН. They came up with anecdotes and jokes in the WHC. Они стояли ночами за билетами на Таганку. They stood there at night to get tickets to Taganka. Они распространяли самиздат, включая ту самую статью Солженицына, где их обвиняли в космополитизме, атеизме, трусости и бездуховности. They distributed samizdat, including the very same article by Solzhenitsyn, where they were accused of cosmopolitanism, atheism, cowardice, and lack of spirituality.

Сейчас кажется, что все это — пустяки, но тогда они ими не были. Now it seems that all of this – nothing, but then they do not have them. Средний класс, как Будда, выбирал средний путь, умело лавируя между конформизмом и тюрьмой. The middle class, as the Buddha, chose a middle path, skillfully maneuvering between conformism and a prison. Такой образ жизни требовал ума, жертв и совести. This way of life demanded of mind and conscience of the victims. Например, делать карьеру и избегать подлости. For example, a career and to avoid infamy. Отличать своих и терпеть чужих. Distinguish their own and other people suffer. Боготворить культуру и верить в ее искупительную силу. Worship culture and believe in its redemptive power.

В том мире многого не хватало — выборов, парламента, заграничного паспорта и всегда денег. In the world many things are not enough – the elections, parliament, passport and money always. Но было и много лишнего, больше всего — просвещения. But there was a lot of nonsense, most of all – education. Первый томик Мандельштама я обменял на двухнедельную зарплату пожарного — дороже стихов не бывает. The first volume of Mandelstam I traded in two week’s wages of fire – more poetry does not happen. Уже в Америке я познакомился с дамой, которая на пару с «Эрикой» заменила печатный станок. Even in America, I met a lady who for a couple of the “Erika” has replaced the printing press. Только «Собачье сердце» она перепечатала 200 раз. Only the “Heart of a Dog,” she reprinted 200 times.

Время «образованщины», как, собственно, и предсказывал Солженицын, кончилось. Time “educationalism” as, indeed, predicted Solzhenitsyn ended. Скептики полагают, что ее заменил «офисный планктон» — с узкими интересами и широкими возможностями. Skeptics believe that it replaced the “office plankton” – with narrow interests and great potential. Мне говорят, что они осторожны, потому что им есть что терять. I say they are careful because they have something to lose. Они не любознательны, потому что уже все видели. They are not curious, because I already saw everything. Они не рвутся за колею, потому что обходятся комфортом. They do not rush for the track, because the cost comfort.

Возможно, это и так, но я не берусь судить, чтобы не повторять прежних ошибок. Maybe so, but I do not presume to judge, not to repeat past mistakes. Мы не видим достижений своего времени, ибо их заслоняют его более наглядные пороки. We do not see the achievements of his time, because they hide it more obvious flaws.

У тех, кто живет сегодня, другой набор ценностей. For those who live today, a different set of values. Их труднее удивить и проще разочаровать. They are harder to surprise and disappoint easier. Они уже не живут на кухне, меньше пьют, не боятся границ, знают языки и ценят свободу, хотя бы виртуальную. They no longer live in the kitchen, drink less, are not afraid of borders, languages ​​and know the value freedom, even if virtual. Они слишком сильно отличаются от своих родителей, чтобы их понимать, не говоря уже — завидовать. They are too different from their parents to understand them, not to mention – envy. И все же каждый раз, когда заходит речь о том, что надежда любой страны — ее средний класс, стоит вспомнить, что он был и тогда, когда его назвали «образованщиной» и считали ошибкой. And yet every time it comes to that hope of any country – its middle class, it is worth remembering that it was and when it was called “educationalism” and considered an error.

The Game of Risk, Redux

Here we are, in the future.

As we’ve seen before, it was a corporation that established colonies on Mars.

How did we get there?

Easy.

First of all, the U.S. Congress demonstrated the U.S. had no international power of its own, anymore, conceding and bowing down to the megaconglomerates that disapproved of setting tariffs on Chinese goods in response to China’s lack of concrete effort to let the yuan/USD exchange rate reach its true fluctuating market value.

After all, we’re dealing with reality here.  There’s no grassroots movement strong enough to get millions of people to force Congressional candidates to sign unbreakable promises on this issue or risk not getting [re]elected.

Sure, we have the potential start of a massive uprising, starting as they often do, in small-scale protests on the East/West Coast, but is there enough spark to light the flames of a full-scale US Autumn to rival the Arab Spring?

What is your desire – a) trying to repair the system we have, avoiding an undeniable double-dip, or) b letting chaos seep into the system and cracking it apart, destabilising market prices – stocks, foods, bonds, property, fuel – causing waves of riots over multiple chronic issues?

I get bored at times but do I want economic war on my doorstep?

Does the Lost/Unemployed Generation have the wherewithal to stand its ground against City Hall?

Does the Generation-In-Power have the foresight to make corporate/government policy changes that benefit the people in every socioeconomic level?

Meanwhile, I’m envious of deaf people and those with whom they use sign language.  They can talk at the table with their mouths full and be fully understood.

And what about those Martian colonies if the U.S. Congress believes in the words of Old Hickory, Andrew Jackson, showing that banks/corporations aren’t fully in charge, and risks starting a trade war with pending legislation?

The supercomputer predicts that price increases (the aftereffect of tariffs/duties) would have a marginal effect on the global economy if the U.S. takes a unilateral approach on this issue, pushing China to increase exports to other countries interested in buying cheap goods, and encouraging the Obama administration to push harder for NAFTA-like status for countries like South Korea.

Pebbles in a pond – frequency/amplitude shifts.

Bottom line: The COTS equipment on Mars will simply have a different “country of origin” mix – everything is the same, everything is different, mass and energy are conserved, or are they?

 

Breaking the seal on an old new Arduino Duemilanove

Subtitled, “When in Rome, you feel like you’re designed by tinker.it”

Digging through a pile of old electronic parts, I found a packaged Arduino kit, which includes a solderless breadboard, USB cable, resistors, LEDs, switch and some connectors.

What are we grown-up kids learning and teaching?

I know all seven billion of us are connected so I wonder why a person wants to turn remote-controlled airplanes into flying bombs and break some of our good connections.

That’s not the way a well-educated hacker should think.

When someone says, “You’re the bomb,” they mean you have what it takes to make a positive influence on others, not that you’re literally a future newsworthy glob of spontaneous combustion.

Some days, I have to show how to be a positive influence by example.

Yes, an Arduino-based watch is interesting, and certainly scores points in the right social circles, but let’s think about the bigger picture, where engineering, design, social entrepreneurship and fun meet.

I’ve thought about setting up a photocell in the window of my study, connecting the cell to an Arduino and broadcasting to the Internet when enough sunlight is shining on the window to trigger the cell to “talk,” thus setting up a discussion about when solar power is appropriate for someone living in a cabin in the woods who’s connected to the electronic social network.

We’ll see.  Hacking is not just breaking in or breaking down maliciously – it’s also about cutting away the dead wood to find and nurture a living center seeking new ways to prosper.

Maybe I’ll program my solar cells to do something interesting, program an automatic birdfeeder that detects and scares away squirrels (thought: what’s the difference between birds and mammals? hmm…).  Maybe those high tech rednecks down the street can propose a useful idea for all the electronic junk in this room – CRTs, LCD monitors, old Macintosh computers, old laptops, electronic keyboards, model rockets, model airplanes, telescope, audio equipment, floppy disks, capacitors, resistors, transistors, Book of the Future, crystal ball,….

I’ve also got a storyline about our solar system to write, managing the location of killer asteroids/crashing satellites, my unhappy mother in-law, my wife’s stress load and an economy that’s naturally cooling down cyclically (the supercomputer shows that economies are like weather systems, with “seasons” that can’t be stopped, no matter how much we want to pump nutrients into trees (on which money grows) whose leaves are falling in autumn – winter is as normal in some parts of the world as air and water – are you part of an ant colony or a happy-go-lucky grasshopper?).

As 2011 draws closer to its end, I am closer to releasing the information some of you requested.  Think I’ll need the month of November to put it all together.

Well, there’s a call coming in on the secret network – the Committee wants my attention again.

Talk to you later.

Gotta see if the new Kindle lineup is worth prepurchase.  Most of them cost the same as a nice dinner date – which to choose?