My mother in-law was a longtime subscriber to National Geographic magazine. My wife and I have enjoyed flipping through recent copies and discovering little gems about the influence upon our “modern” times, such as:
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Torus in the constellation of Taurus
Guinevere sat stomach-down on the semicircular sofa, legs bent at the knee, feet up in the air, propping her facial cheeks on her palms while she read a book.
Lee counted off the steps of a “paddle” dance.
The soft sound of filtered air tickled their ears, overcoming the pure silence of the near vacuum of space.
Lee blinked his eyes twice in rapid succession to turn on the comm system between the two of them.
“Whatcha readin’?”
Guinevere batted her eyes to turn on the voice simulator in her head. “A book.”
“I can see that. What is it?”
“Well, I was tired of mentally flipping through raw data. I wanted something different, something that activated my tactile sensations.”
“Oh, I get it. It’s a book. But what is it?”
“The…what did they used to call it? A 3D printer or replicator or something? Anyone, the State Changer read my thoughts and reproduced a book, with real rough pages!, about a period of time and the mix of subcultures during that historic period.”
“You mean, before the Change?”
“Well, yes, of course. What else did you mean?”
“So, what’s the title?”
“‘Globish.'”
“Huh? Glibberish?”
“No. ‘Globish.'”
“Glow fish? I thought they were banned?”
“Artificial insertion of glow material was banned for a time, but glow fish which were genetically modified to emit low levels of lights have been perfectly acceptable for decades.”
“Yes, yes. You and your constant attachment to the ISSA Net. You know, there was a time when…”
Guinevere stood up and pretended to play an air violin. “You were saying…?”
They both laughed.
“Oh, never mind. Me and my old man speech. So, what’s the book about?”
Guinevere shook her head. “You’ve got dance practice, don’t you? Why don’t you continue to practice and I’ll read my summary of the book, so far, into one of your memories for later retrieval?”
“Fantastic idea. By the way, that’s a great outfit you have. Where did you get it?”
“It’s what they call retro Star Trek — beige tunic and black slacks — all the rage in the colonies right now.”
As Guinevere rotated out of view in the toroid low-gravity inflatable “Bigelow Donut” of their tourist pod, Lee kept practicing the paddle moves in the zero-gravity dance sphere.
He wanted to show off his new moves at the charity ball in a few days, where funds were being raised to benefit people whose in-flight cyborg fusion surgeries had failed and were no longer considered viable members of Colony D#F3’s replacement crew, slated for recycling when they arrived at the docking station unless they had the labour/investment credits to pay for another attempt for a successful surgical procedure.
Although everyone knew someone who had been recycled and eventually found its reconstituted way back into society, there were more people who had been recycled whom no one had heard from again.
Meanwhile, in the adjoining tourist pod, Kathryn secretly practiced a new dance form never seen in public…
Take it from a former slave…
Anyone remember Epictetus, the Greek philosopher who was born a slave?
Well, his insights were ageless then and just as poignant now.
However, let’s all pretend that modern psychologists can justify their lofty professional salaries by polling the people and rewording the writing of ancient Greeks, as if there’s something new to be said:
“There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power or our will. ”
― Epictetus“Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants.”
― Epictetus“First say to yourself what you would be;
and then do what you have to do.”
― Epictetus“Man is not worried by real problems so much as by his imagined anxieties about real problems”
― Epictetus
Milking a book dry
And now, the rest of the story you’ve been waiting for…
“Gentlemen,” said General Eisehower to a roomful of reporters during World War II, “I know you’ve all been guessing where we’re going to attack next. Well, I’m going to let you in on the secret. Our next operation will be Italy, early in July. General Patton will attack the southern beaches, General Montgomery the eastern.”
“General,” said one newsman, as the reporters gasped at the revelation, “if one of us leaked that plan, couldn’t it be disastrous?”
Ike nodded. “The slightest hint in your stories will tip it off to German intelligence,” he said. “But I’m not going to censor you fellows. I’m just leaving it up to each man’s sense of responsibility.”
“Wow,” exclaimed one reporter, “what a dirty trick!”
But not a word of the operation leaked out.
— see previous blog entries for attribution, or not; from Battlefield President: Dwight D. Eisenhower (New York, 1967), page 11.
Question du jour
Does American violence — including gun owners’ belief in the right to shoot others when they feel justified — go hand-in-hand with American mass media imperialistic/oversaturation tendencies and lower longevity than other, less dominant, subcultures?
In other words, what is the alpha male/female and how does it manifest its domineering personality in the myriad variety of social settings of our global economy?
Can you have one without the other?
Disarm the populace and the U.S. “eminent domain” mindset gives way to other cultures taking over the species’ sense of direction and/or ultimate purpose?
What are the unintended consequences that we haven’t accounted for in trying to stop our “shoot first and pretend to ask questions later” subcultural habits?
What can we gain by looking at other cultures that have transitioned from warmongering to peacemaking? Were they ultimately winners or losers on the stage of world history?
One-Way Ticket to Paradise
As the countdown winds down — only 13630 days, according to the main schedule — we look at one of the interim milestones as well as some of the news items that indicate our species’ desire to divert our attention from diverting our attention from reaching our goals.
- First, there is the Mars One mission that wants humans willing to take a one-way trip to Mars, becoming the first to travel to, live and die on a nonEarth celestial body.
- Next, there are the theories that lay out theories about theories why we would want to premeditate murder — of course, the real purpose of every conspiracy theorist is to protect free speech, regardless of the theory and the headlines it does or doesn’t generate.
- For every conspiracy theory about the government censoring the news, there are verified stories in which mass media mavens actually kept quiet at the government’s behest. Numerous times during WWII, the U.S. government asked newspaper reporters and publishers to hold off reporting a battle or an invasion and they did. In other countries, the government simply took the great honour of culling and killing the reporters and their publishers ahead of time because the government never trusted them to begin with.
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Like other Presidents who exerted forceful leadership at critical junctures in American history, [Franklin D.] Roosevelt was the recipient of both passionate adoration and blind hatred.
Roosevelt jokes — and jokes about his wife, Eleanor, who was always on the go — abounded.
Some of them Roosevelt enjoyed; others he regarded as beneath contempt.
His favorite cartoon showed a little girl running to tell her mother standing in front of a fashionable home: “Look, mama, Wilfred wrote a bad word!” The word on the sidewalk was “Roosevelt.”
And his favorite story was about the commuter from Westchester County, a Republican stronghold, who always walked into his train station, handed the newspaper boy a quarter, picked up the New York Herald Tribune, and then handed it back as he rushed out to catch his train.
Finally the newsboy, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, asked his customer why he only glanced at the front page.
“I’m interested in the obituary notices,” the man told him.
“But they’re way over on page twenty-four, and you never look at them,” said the boy.
“Boy,” said the man,” the son of a bitch I’m interested in will be on page one!”
In that vein…
At a Cabinet meeting one day Roosevelt gleefully told the story about an American marine who, ordered home from Guadalcanal, was disconsolate because he hadn’t killed even one of the enemy.
He stated his case to his superior officer, who said: “Go up on that hill over that and shout: ‘To hell with Emperor Hirohito!’ That will bring the Japs out of hiding.”
The marine did as he was ordered.
Immediately a Japanese soldier came out of the jungle, shouting, “To hell with Roosevelt!”
“And of course,” said the marine, “I could not kill a Republican.”
— more stories collected in Presidential Anecdotes by Paul F. Boller, Jr. (Kingsport, TN, 1981)
Anyone remember George Schultz?
Is Hillary Clinton really the ‘most widely traveled’ secretary of state? : http://wapo.st/13fzF2D Answer: No.
Two points: one past, one future
PAST: We often miss the future right in front of us. Several decades ago I remember computer programmers using video projectors and projector screens (hidden in the ceiling above their desks when the programmers weren’t using them) as giant, virtual computer screens where multiple GUI windows could be viewed simultaneously, much less expensive than a big-screen computer monitor/TV at the time (and just as effective as long as the window shades were closed and overhead lighting turned off), leaving their desktops clutter-free.
FUTURE: Now that gesture-based electronic device interaction is becoming the norm, will we see QWERTY keyboard “air typing” contests in the future that will be like the “air guitar” contests of old?
A Four-Leaf Clover Afore Cleaving Lover, Revisited
“May you have the hindsight to know where you have been,
And the foresight to know where you are going,
And the insight to know when you have gone too far.”— An Irish blessing
There is a certain echo in this room when I know my neighbour’s rolling his rubbish bin to the road.
A hollow sound that bounces, like thunder rumbling underground.
Then, a measured silence.
Finally, an internal combustion engine cranks us and the neighbour’s not long in the driveway before he rumbles and bounces off to parts unknown.
I have heard this set of sounds for nearly my whole life, in more than one country, in American, Canadian, English, German and Irish suburban tracts, as if the Earth’s rotation depended on it.
Today, my neighbour is the example I want to use to remind myself, as I often do, about the consequences of the parallel storyline in this blog.
On the tellie recently, one man verbally barked at the English host of the show about the threats to American liberty that the British invasion — a sort of silent cultural revenge by the Brits on the Americans for losing the East Coast of the North American continent to a bunch of refined and undignified revolutionaries a couple of centuries ago — has slowly eroded the natural rights and freedoms enumerated in the Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution.
We could build upon this verbal redeclaration and upset the apple cart from which our mix of freedom-loving Ruralites, Urbanskis, Suburbanians, Entitlementists and Provisionists feeds with little fear of an unstable economy, society and government.
Is my neighbour a sheep ready for shearing, happy to walk the fields, thinking it has the freedom to pick whatever grass it wants to eat, subconsciously depending on fences and shepherds to protect it from harm?
But where does the lamb meat in gyros come from?
Is my neighbour like the rabbits in Watership Down who were unaware of their impending doom?
What others lessons from literature and history may I draw conclusions from?
Do Native Americans celebrate the same freedom/right-enumerating documents that U.S. citizens do?
When a system has temporary representatives who are demonised by one group or another revolving in and out of public consciousness, can we build fury into enough citizens to overturn the system itself because the representatives are never in place long enough to incite wrath against them as symbolic crooked/corrupt leaders worth taking down?
In other words, where is the moral imperative?
What is the concrete intersection of security and freedom that blocks our civilisation from truly prospering?
When is violent opposition by the minority justified to save the majority from its dull, blasé, safely-corraled lifestyle(s)?
What about when that minority is fighting against tyranny of the global economy which acts like a conformist Urbanski monster eating up freedom-loving Ruralites like there’s no tomorrow?
There are still places where you can step off the grid, so to speak, but is it as easy to grow and sell your food in the marketplace to support your grid-free living (after all, you probably have to pay taxes to some entity that claims protection of your land) like when local bartering was the norm rather than today’s global economies of scale that make small-scale farming seem less competitive than it used to be?
What exactly is the freedom-loving minority going after?
What would a new Declaration of Independence look like?
How can a group of people as diverse as seven billion of us be convinced that the current system where we live and which we actively support — with rubbish bins, cars, roads, houses, adult/children daycare, cashless transactions, security cameras and precrime units that arrest children for expressing their anger in creative, noncriminal ways — is dangerous for us in the longterm?
If you observe some of the stuff that passes as art these days, there’s plenty of freedom to express yourself, regardless of function, utility or economic viability of the art in the global economy, so I can’t see that the “New World Order” is suppressing freedom of expression in that sense.
You can appear on national television and make all sorts of crazy comments, garnering a loyal following and a multimillion-dollar lifestyle.
You can become an international sensation on the Internet overnight.
I’m willing to listen to a group that claims it has been trampled on by society at large but I need hard, concrete facts to analyse and support my willingness to take that group’s claims to the general public for consideration.
Otherwise, I have planets to populate and solar systems to explore where new groups will have to learn to live with one another and their autonomous robotic counterparts in the same old, new ways as before.
In politics, nothing changes like change
At one Cabinet meeting during Ike’s [Dwight D. Eisenhower’s] Presidency, Secretary of the Treasury George Humphrey told the President that the national debt might rise above the legal limit.
“Who will have to go to jail if that happens?” asked Ike.
“We will have to go to Congress,” Humphrey reminded him.
“Oh,” cried Ike, “that’s worse!”
from Eisenhower: The Inside Story by Robert J. Donovan (New York, 1956), p. 144, quoted in Presidential Anecdotes by Paul F. Boller, Jr. (1981, printed in the United States of America by Kingsport Press, Inc., Kingsport, Tennessee; set in Times Roman), p. 297.
