Tuesday, 1 April 2008

Risk? What Risk?

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/29/science/29collider.html?pagewanted=1&_r=3&hp

 

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March 29, 2008

Asking a Judge to Save the World, and Maybe a Whole Lot More

By DENNIS OVERBYE

More fighting in Iraq. Somalia in chaos. People in this country can’t afford their mortgages and in some places now they can’t even afford rice.

None of this nor the rest of the grimness on the front page today will matter a bit, though, if two men pursuing a lawsuit in federal court in Hawaii turn out to be right. They think a giant particle accelerator that will begin smashing protons together outside Geneva this summer might produce a black hole or something else that will spell the end of the Earth — and maybe the universe.

Scientists say that is very unlikely — though they have done some checking just to make sure.

The world’s physicists have spent 14 years and $8 billion building the Large Hadron Collider, in which the colliding protons will recreate energies and conditions last seen a trillionth of a second after the Big Bang. Researchers will sift the debris from these primordial recreations for clues to the nature of mass and new forces and symmetries of nature.

But Walter L. Wagner and Luis Sancho contend that scientists at the European Center for Nuclear Research, or CERN, have played down the chances that the collider could produce, among other horrors, a tiny black hole, which, they say, could eat the Earth. Or it could spit out something called a “strangelet” that would convert our planet to a shrunken dense dead lump of something called “strange matter.” Their suit also says CERN has failed to provide an environmental impact statement as required under the National Environmental Policy Act.

Although it sounds bizarre, the case touches on a serious issue that has bothered scholars and scientists in recent years — namely how to estimate the risk of new groundbreaking experiments and who gets to decide whether or not to go ahead.

The lawsuit, filed March 21 in Federal District Court, in Honolulu, seeks a temporary restraining order prohibiting CERN from proceeding with the accelerator until it has produced a safety report and an environmental assessment. It names the federal Department of Energy, the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory, the National Science Foundation and CERN as defendants.

According to a spokesman for the Justice Department, which is representing the Department of Energy, a scheduling meeting has been set for June 16.

Why should CERN, an organization of European nations based in Switzerland, even show up in a Hawaiian courtroom?

In an interview, Mr. Wagner said, “I don’t know if they’re going to show up.” CERN would have to voluntarily submit to the court’s jurisdiction, he said, adding that he and Mr. Sancho could have sued in France or Switzerland, but to save expenses they had added CERN to the docket here. He claimed that a restraining order on Fermilab and the Energy Department, which helps to supply and maintain the accelerator’s massive superconducting magnets, would shut down the project anyway.

James Gillies, head of communications at CERN, said the laboratory as of yet had no comment on the suit. “It’s hard to see how a district court in Hawaii has jurisdiction over an intergovernmental organization in Europe,” Mr. Gillies said.

“There is nothing new to suggest that the L.H.C. is unsafe,” he said, adding that its safety had been confirmed by two reports, with a third on the way, and would be the subject of a discussion during an open house at the lab on April 6.

Scientifically, we’re not hiding away,” he said.

But Mr. Wagner is not mollified. “They’ve got a lot of propaganda saying it’s safe,” he said in an interview, “but basically it’s propaganda.”

In an e-mail message, Mr. Wagner called the CERN safety review “fundamentally flawed” and said it had been initiated too late. The review process violates the European Commission’s standards for adhering to the “Precautionary Principle,” he wrote, “and has not been done by ‘arms length’ scientists.”

Physicists in and out of CERN say a variety of studies, including an official CERN report in 2003, have concluded there is no problem. But just to be sure, last year the anonymous Safety Assessment Group was set up to do the review again.

“The possibility that a black hole eats up the Earth is too serious a threat to leave it as a matter of argument among crackpots,” said Michelangelo Mangano, a CERN theorist who said he was part of the group. The others prefer to remain anonymous, Mr. Mangano said, for various reasons. Their report was due in January.

This is not the first time around for Mr. Wagner. He filed similar suits in 1999 and 2000 to prevent the Brookhaven National Laboratory from operating the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider. That suit was dismissed in 2001. The collider, which smashes together gold ions in the hopes of creating what is called a “quark-gluon plasma,” has been operating without incident since 2000.

Mr. Wagner, who lives on the Big Island of Hawaii, studied physics and did cosmic ray research at the University of California, Berkeley, and received a doctorate in law from what is now known as the University of Northern California in Sacramento. He subsequently worked as a radiation safety officer for the Veterans Administration.

Mr. Sancho, who describes himself as an author and researcher on time theory, lives in Spain, probably in Barcelona, Mr. Wagner said.

Doomsday fears have a long, if not distinguished, pedigree in the history of physics. At Los Alamos before the first nuclear bomb was tested, Emil Konopinski was given the job of calculating whether or not the explosion would set the atmosphere on fire.

The Large Hadron Collider is designed to fire up protons to energies of seven trillion electron volts before banging them together. Nothing, indeed, will happen in the CERN collider that does not happen 100,000 times a day from cosmic rays in the atmosphere, said Nima Arkani-Hamed, a particle theorist at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton.

What is different, physicists admit, is that the fragments from cosmic rays will go shooting harmlessly through the Earth at nearly the speed of light, but anything created when the beams meet head-on in the collider will be born at rest relative to the laboratory and so will stick around and thus could create havoc.

The new worries are about black holes, which, according to some variants of string theory, could appear at the collider. That possibility, though a long shot, has been widely ballyhooed in many papers and popular articles in the last few years, but would they be dangerous?

According to a paper by the cosmologist Stephen Hawking in 1974, they would rapidly evaporate in a poof of radiation and elementary particles, and thus pose no threat. No one, though, has seen a black hole evaporate.

As a result, Mr. Wagner and Mr. Sancho contend in their complaint, black holes could really be stable, and a micro black hole created by the collider could grow, eventually swallowing the Earth.

But William Unruh, of the University of British Columbia, whose paper exploring the limits of Dr. Hawking’s radiation process was referenced on Mr. Wagner’s Web site, said they had missed his point. “Maybe physics really is so weird as to not have black holes evaporate,” he said. “But it would really, really have to be weird.”

Lisa Randall, a Harvard physicist whose work helped fuel the speculation about black holes at the collider, pointed out in a paper last year that black holes would probably not be produced at the collider after all, although other effects of so-called quantum gravity might appear.

As part of the safety assessment report, Dr. Mangano and Steve Giddings of the University of California, Santa Barbara, have been working intensely for the last few months on a paper exploring all the possibilities of these fearsome black holes. They think there are no problems but are reluctant to talk about their findings until they have been peer reviewed, Dr. Mangano said.

Dr. Arkani-Hamed said concerning worries about the death of the Earth or universe, “Neither has any merit.” He pointed out that because of the dice-throwing nature of quantum physics, there was some probability of almost anything happening. There is some minuscule probability, he said, “the Large Hadron Collider might make dragons that might eat us up.”

 

Incompetence

Pretty interesting - and pretty much accords with my experience:

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2000/01/18/MN73840.DTL

 

Monday, 31 March 2008

Sweding Tron

Great piece of lo-tech amateur animation - homage

http://blog.wired.com/underwire/2008/03/trons-classic-l.html

Boomtown 2050

 

The Australian Bureau of Statistics projects that the current population of Perth, Western Australia (1,497,480 as at 2006) will double by 2050.  This not only means that 651,078 new homes will need to be built but also the entire infrastructure of the city will have to double.  What was built in 178 years will need to be reproduced in 43.  This is daunting, and yet no one is talking about it.  Everyone is too busy - the city is booming!

 

As part of an Australian Research Council Discovery grant regarding suburbia, ecology and design, Professor Richard Weller (Faculty of Architecture, Landscape & Visual Arts, University Of Western Australia) is heading a team that is developing various growth scenarios for the city so that the public can have a more informed debate about the future of Perth.  They state "We are not making utopias; we are projecting a range of options that are all relatively feasible."

 

More information can be obtained from the following link:

 

 http://www.alva.uwa.edu.au/boomtown

 

 

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

FIDIMPLICITARY

I had to send this other word with examples of impugnment in it:
http://www.worldwidewords.org/weirdwords/ww-fid1.htm

FIDIMPLICITARY /ˌfɪdimˈplɪcitəry/

Putting one's faith in someone else's views.

It rather looks like the sort of word somebody has forged in a fit of misplaced inventiveness. It was created by Sir Thomas Urquhart in 1652 in a book with a Greek title I won't try to reproduce but which has the subtitle The Discovery of a Most Exquisite Jewel. He took it from the church Latin fides implicita, implicit faith.

He used it as a scathing epithet for academic types, gown-men, who were very happy to believe the assertions of their predecessors and were prepared to take all things literally on trust and without examination. So far as anybody knows, Sir Thomas was the only person who ever used it. It did appear in an issue of Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine in 1817, but in a caricature of Sir Thomas that had him refer to "those shallow and fidimplicitary coxcombs, who fill our too credulous ears with their quisquiliary deblaterations".

Those are a nice pair of knock-down words, as Humpty Dumpty might have said to Alice. Quisquiliary is Urquhart's variation on quisquilian, meaning worthless or trivial; deblateration comes from the Latin deblaterare, to prate or blab out.

These old-timers certainly knew how to insult people. We've largely lost the art of elaborate epithetical impugnment, relying more on crude invective these days. Polysyllabic scurrility should be our watchword!


Thursday, 6 March 2008

Urban Planning Scott Adams Style

See: http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/the_dilbert_blog/2008/02/ultimate-one-st.html

Someone asked about the ultimate city plan. I have that too, conceptually.

The biggest problem with any city is all the traffic. And much of that traffic can be avoided if the city is designed right. I imagine homes above ground, connected by a network of underground bike and robot paths.

The bike paths would allow weather-free, flat paths, and parking, from anywhere to anywhere in the city. No cars to contend with, and wide enough for senior citizens to putter around in their trikes while kids zip around in the fast lane.

The robots would be like larger versions of the Roomba vacuum cleaning robot, but designed to pick up and deliver merchandise and food from one place to another. Every home would have an elevator to the underground area where the robots would deliver goods and wait for you to unload.

Imagine ordering anything you want over the Internet, and your cell phone alerts you when the delivery robot is waiting beneath your house to be unloaded. It can wait all day, because there are plenty of robots to go around. The robots would have their own dedicated paths, separate from the bikes, and accessible only by service technicians.

Commuting would be unnecessary if your co-workers and most customers also lived in the city. Each home would be equipped with a home office (or two) that provides the ultimate telecommuter setup. Just insert your earpiece and have your avatars hold online virtual meetings. If you need to courier documents or prototypes, the underground robots do it in minutes.

Homes would be built in clusters around comprehensive health club facilities, like the one near me, www.ClubSports.com. It has everything from spa facilities to yoga to tennis to rock climbing to dancing. Membership would be included in city taxes, and would pay for itself in reduced healthcare.

When you needed to travel beyond your block, but within the city, taxis and public transit would do most of that job.

That’s the basic outline of the ultimate future city. It still needs work.

 

 

The professional urban planners amongst us might have a quiet chuckle to themselves, but it is an area that many people, from many walks of life (so to speak) are rather interested in - anything that they now perceive directly affects their amenity of life.

 

Remind me one day to post my extended ideas on urban planning (and comments on this post).

 

Wednesday, 5 March 2008

step over

longitudinal follow up date of several million people- happiness is U shaped- with the nadir at 50 - peaks at 17 and late 80s
it correlates inversely with self discovery, fundamental changes - and dreaming intensity -
and so -
we dream ...

Sunday, 2 March 2008

Historical Social Networking

This whole Web2.0 social networking thing is quite interesting - I love getting invites from people on LinkedIn and on Facebook (the two main ones where invites come from). It has this interesting effect of not only connecting to people that you know now and people that you have known in the past, but also provides an element of an historical timeline for one's life, a sort of personal archeological dig. It is an important part of one's present and future to be informed of one's past - informed from a variety of aspects - facets which reflect different elements of one's psyche and behaviour.

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

Friendship

Old friends, we have sought out a place to meet,
Now we chat by the window until
The candles burn out.
Talking and laughing together,
Our faces are happy
And our hearts serene.
This friendship is as pure as water;
We jot down our poems
With strong brushwork.

- Monchu (1739-1829)

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

Music

Have I listened to anything that has changed my life? Where do I start? As in, so many things, I would never get through them all if I stayed writing this until midnight – a week from now!!

In no particular order, but ...

In 1973, I heard/bought an album called Cyborg by Klaus Schulze – absolutely mind-blowing. German electronic music. The original and the best. An early Schulze work - an amazing concept. Then followed his best albums – Mirage and Body Love (and then Body Love II). I still listen to these albums, transported into another universe (that old cliche - tried and true).

And everything, but everything, that David Bowie has ever done. Once again, I listen to his music all the time - on constant rotation on my MP3 player.

And Brian Eno – all his early stuff. "Before And After Science" is an absolute classic. And his work with Bowie was phenomenal.

Then there is Patti Smith – the rock-punk singer (not the now unknown disco artist). Patti is the greatest poet that is alive today – all set to the greatest music. The passion that she embeds and engenders in her music is uplifting (to say the least).

And J. S. Bach – everything he has done, but, particularly, for instance, the Christmas Oratorio (the most joyous life affirming music you could ever hear in your life) and his Violin Concertos (BWV 1041, 1042 and 1043). I recently heard Bach’s Easter Oratorio again, and the Aria for Mary Jacobi (Soprano) and Violin is the most sublime piece of music you could hear. The performance by the solo violin is gorgeous.

Damn, there are so many more. Loreena McKennit for instance. Her albums “The Mask & Mirror” and “The Book of Secrets” are so listenable, so deep and complex. One must listen to them again and again.

For your performance background music – listen to the Bach Violin Concertos. There are movements in there that have fabulous rhythm and great melodies.

And I recently downloaded a “album” called “100 Chansons Francaises de Legende Volume 5” – which, as the name implies is full of French Songs – original classics. I subscribe to www.emusic.com which gives me 90 songs to download each month for a small fee. There is some fabulous stuff on there. For instance, I recently got albums by a band called Calexico, out of Arizona – a combination of Latino and Indie music – very very good. I just love these little surprises I discover on there. In fact, I look forward to the anticipation of the new - of finding some wonderful band, a great new piece of music.

And then there is the music by Jacques Brel.

He is another that has been life-changing for me. I listen to “Jacques Brel Is Alive And Well And Living In Paris” all the time – it is also part of the main rotation on my MP3 player. He wrote some absolute classic pieces. Inventive and fantastical lyrics. Great tunes. The guy was a genius.

For the classical, some pieces by Debussy, such as “Preludes - Livre I - Les sons et les parfums tournrnt dans l'air du soir” is achingly beautiful.

Then there is Beethoven – that guy is a monster. Get anything by Beethoven.

Or Mendelssohn – his Scottish Symphony, or his Italian Symphony, are both fabulous. And "From The Hebrides" is wonderful - so memorable.

Don’t get me started on Wagner – a bit of an acquired taste, but once you are bitten – god help you. The final aria from Tristan und Isolde where Isolde sings of her love and dies is soul destroying and life affirming all at the same time.

In fact, all of this is barely encompassing the extent of the eclectic taste in music that I have cultivated over the years - a cultivation of joy, growing in appreciation and wonder at how glorious humanity is, what it is capable of in its most sublime expression.

Thursday, 14 February 2008

"Try to reason about Love... and you will lose your reason" (French Proverb)

"Try to reason about Love... and you will lose your reason" (French Proverb)

The Scientists

Last night I went to see The Scientists with my nephew, at the Perth International Arts Festival. They are an original punk-indie band from the 1980’s in Perth that influenced the likes of Kurt Cobain from Nirvana etc.

I went with my nephew because nobody else would go with me – poor poor ol’ me – but he enjoyed going to a way-out indie event. The Scientists were average to start and the mixing was a bit awful but they got better as the night went along.

Wednesday, 13 February 2008

Sorry

An historic moment for Australian history. The Prime Minister apologising to the indigenous peoples of Australia, saying sorry for the injustices of the past. Apoligising for what happened, seeking reconciliation and moving to create a new future, a better future, all working together for the good of all in Australia. Extremely moving, very emotional. Much more so than ever expected. An important moment for the nation, and for the individual - for this individual, as it is for all other individuals.

Friday, 8 February 2008

Achievement and Satisfaction

Work has been funny. Not too difficult nor stressed nor pressurised.

But, at the same time, rather unsatisfying. Regardless of the actual progress made (I have actually setup a bunch of stuff and have put together some rather good ideas), it all seems like little bits and bobs. All disconnected pieces of work, which I flit from one to another. No extended attention span. Which may or may not be my problem, as opposed to the work (except for the fact that it is indeed related to the work - that is the element of how activity affects psychology quite inextricably).

Not like working on a project, on an assignment, where there is something serious to be done, and where I have to really focus and apply to get it done. On something that is both important and interesting at the same time (not something that may be important to somebody else – or so they think, or the rules say so – but is utterly deadly boring – of which there is so much involved in the work environment).

Not that I necessarily want to get overloaded and pressurised with doing some stuff, but I do think that I really need a full-on project to work on for a period of time, that I can really dedicate myself to. It then feels like something is achieved, that I am doing something worthwhile.

It can be virtually anything, and it certainly can be something that I have created for myself. But it needs to be fairly dedicated, almost full-time work. I think one of the problems here is that I don’t have the luxury of dedicating myself solely to something that I really want to do (because there is this other work that is necessary – earnings wise) and so I end up flitting from one thing to another (simply because there is absolutely so much that needs to be done, personally and professionally) and not really being satisfied with any of the things done.

Not all the time, mind you, since some of the activities actually produce or result in something good and worthwhile, and progress towards the ultimate goal (if there is such a thing – wouldn’t it be nice to know it), and some days (many days) I feel good about the situation – but, other days, honestly, it is rather disheartening and stultifying. One just, then, feels like doing nothing. And maybe that is probably a reasonable solution, in some instances for some circumstances – stop the headlong rush and breathe quietly for a minute – then resume.

Books Books Books

Sometimes it is wonderful to unexpectedly stumble upon (internet pun intended) someone writing about something that you feel, something that you occasionally talk about, but never verbalised in such a precise manner, something which completely sums up an attitude and an obsession (if one can go that far in calling such behaviour this). In this vein, I reference the following ... http://www.languagehat.com/archives/003024.php

languagehat

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February 07, 2008

A QUOTE ON BIBLIOMANIA.

In cleaning off my desk just now I found a quote I'd copied down back in 2002, which went as follows:

Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity… we cherish books even if unread, their mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access, reassurance.

It seemed to be attributed to the bibliophile A. E. Newton (1863-1940), but I thought I'd better google it to be sure. What I found was confusion.

In the first place, many sources had, after the word "acquired," the phrase "(by passionate devotion to them)"—with or without parentheses—which certainly reads better. But to find what the correct form was, an accurate citation was needed, and there was none to be had. Eventually I turned up page 78 of Newton's A Magnificent Farce: And Other Diversions of a Book-collector (1921), which has: "...it is my pleasure to buy more books than I can read. Who was it who said, 'I hold the buying of more books than one can peradventure read, as nothing less than the soul's reaching towards infinity; which is the only thing that raises us above the beasts that perish'? Whoever it was, I agree with him..." So there we have a portion of the original quote (in slightly different form), but attributed to the mysterious "Who was it." This could, of course, be a coy way of quoting oneself. But what about the rest?

Next the quest brought me to The Anatomy of Bibliomania by Holbrook Jackson (1874-1948), which seems to be a collection of quotes on the pleasures of books and book-collecting, italicized and footnoted (good man!), stitched together with Jackson's own commentary in roman type. On page 183 (continuing onto page 184) we find:

Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired by passionate devotion to them produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can peradventure read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity, and that this passion is the only thing that raises us above the beasts that perish,1 an argument which some have used in defence of the giddy raptures invoked by wine.

The footnote refers us to "A.E. Newton, A Magnificent Farce, 78," which we have already visited. So far, so good; the italicized bits are from Newton, the rest is from Jackson, and the whole thing at some point got attributed to the former.

But what about the last part, "we cherish books even if unread, their mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access, reassurance"? The internet holds hundreds of instances of it, always attached to the previous quote by ellipses, but Google Books can't find it at all. Is it from some work of Newton's not yet digitized? Was it tacked on by some anonymous compiler of Meaningful Quotations who thought it would suit the context? Alas, it is not in The Yale Book of Quotations, nor The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, nor Bartlett's, so I can only speculate, and ponder for the thousandth time the difficulty of pinning down "famous quotations."

Posted by languagehat at February 7, 2008 01:05 PM

Wednesday, 6 February 2008

On Climbing the Highest Peak of Stone Gate

On Climbing the Highest Peak of Stone Gate

At dawn with staff in hand I climbed the crags,
At dusk I made my camp among the mountains.
Only a few peaks rise as high as this house,
Facing the crags, it overlooks winding streams.
In front of its gates a vast forest stretches.
While boulders are heaped round its very steps.
Hemmed in by mountains, there seems no way out,
The track gets lost among the thick bamboos.
Deep in meditation, how can I part from Truth?
I cherish the Way and never will swerve from it

-- Xie Lingyun (385–433)

Monday, 4 February 2008

Wiki and Clouds

Got a new wiki going (Dokuwiki), which will be experimented with for requirements gathering and management.

Also got the whole Amazon Elastic Compute Cloud (EC2) and Simple Storage Solution (S3) exercise going – the ability to run your own computers without having any hardware at all – Amazon provides it all. A way of having your server solutions without the hassles of managing all that hardware etc.

Monday, 28 January 2008

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flaw,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long-since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

-- Wm. Shakespeare

When dreams do show thee me

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

-- William Shakespeare, Sonnets

Saturday, 26 January 2008

Australia Day

Today is Australia Day (Jan 26th) - where all celebrate our convict heritage and pretend to be all patriotic. Having a BBQ in the apartment (well, on our balcony) with heaps of people coming over. Tomorrow should be pretty quiet and Monday is a public holiday (for the Australia Day holiday). What to do - muck around with computer stuff - maybe do some writing. Or maybe sleep and waste my whole life away.

Friday, 25 January 2008

Love Surviving Anything

"I had thought when I adored him as tho he were a god that love could survive anything but I begin to think that there are certain insults to human dignity that one should not survive"

-- Margerie Lowry, personal journal, in University of British Columbia archives, as quoted in "Day of the Dead", by D. T. Max, page 80, The New Yorker, December 17, 2007

Tuesday, 22 January 2008

A Clear Breeze

Happy in the morning
I open my cottage door;
A clear breeze blowing
Comes straight in.
The first sun
Lights the leafy trees;
The shadows it casts
Are crystal clear.
Serene,
In accord with my heart,
Everything merges
In one harmony.
Gain and loss
Are not my concern;
This way is enough
To the end of my days.

-- Wen-siang (1210-1280)

Sunday, 20 January 2008

Novels Written on Cellphones

See this: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/20/world/asia/20japan.html?_r=1&ex=1358485200&en=0b46d32f7c7d037c&ei=5088&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss&oref=slogin

The new ways to continue to create never cease to amaze me ...

Thumbs Race as Japan's Best Sellers Go Cellular


TOKYO — Until recently, cellphone novels — composed on phone keypads by young women wielding dexterous thumbs and read by fans on their tiny screens — had been dismissed in Japan as a subgenre unworthy of the country that gave the world its first novel, "The Tale of Genji," a millennium ago. Then last month, the year-end best-seller tally showed that cellphone novels, republished in book form, have not only infiltrated the mainstream but have come to dominate it.

Ko Sasaki for The New York Times

Rin, 21, tapped out a novel on her cellphone that sold 400,000 copies in hardcover.

Of last year's 10 best-selling novels, five were originally cellphone novels, mostly love stories written in the short sentences characteristic of text messaging but containing little of the plotting or character development found in traditional novels. What is more, the top three spots were occupied by first-time cellphone novelists, touching off debates in the news media and blogosphere.

Friday, 18 January 2008

the BIG question

This one is rather interesting: http://www.edge.org/q2008/q08_index.html

The Edge Annual Question — 2008

When thinking changes your mind, that's philosophy.
When God changes your mind, that's faith.
When facts change your mind, that's science.

WHAT HAVE YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND ABOUT? WHY?

Science is based on evidence. What happens when the data change? How have scientific findings or arguments changed your mind?"

165 contributors; 112,600 words

Some rather interesting speculations skating across a superbly diverse range of disciplines and interests - very renaissance and worth some discussion.

Some versions containing everything in one document are located at http://www.bilyendi.com/misc (be careful - they are large files).


Thursday, 17 January 2008

song lyrics

Now this is a good entry: http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/the_dilbert_blog/2008/01/write-a-hit-son.html

I especially like the lines Scott wrote:

"She had runaway eyes and marshmallow kittens.

My heart heard a dream like ten thousand gay mittens."

The concept of lyrically rhyming gibberish is great - David Bowie's cut-up concept - based on work by William S Burroughs and later copied by Kurt Cobain - but, I suppose, many others

And you would think it would be so easy - except you read the comments by the blog readers where they try to write their own two lines worth of lyrics and you realise that 95% of them totally suck (and I mean, really really suck big big time) and the ones where they don't totally suck you realise that they have just quoted a song or lyric already written (the "your latest trick" entry for example) or something very similar.

So, even though it is supposedly irrelevant, random and gibberish, producing a work of art is still surprisingly difficult.

Wednesday, 16 January 2008

Meditation or Distractive Disturbance

In any circumstance good or bad, abandon
All hope from Buddhas and give up
All fears of suffering in Samsara.
Recognize that hope and fear are the
Magical display of your own mind
Of Primordial Purity.
Remain in the state where there is neither
Perceiver nor object of perception.
Let go into the immaculate space
Of Great Perfection beyond
Meditation or distractive disturbance.

-- Tibetan Scroll

Tuesday, 15 January 2008

Manna

A weird little story but rather interesting take on how some things could transpire:
http://marshallbrain.com/manna1.htm

Friday, 11 January 2008

Bass


For some awful god-forsaken reason, I find this one of the funniest XKCDs that I have seen (http://xkcd.com/368/)

Next year?

The clouds of sunset
Gather in the western sky,
And over the silent silvery Han
Rises a white jade moon.
Not often does life
Bring such beauty.
Where shall I see the moon
Next year?

-- Su T’ung-Po (1037-1101)

Thursday, 10 January 2008

Prescience of Mortality

I was going for a run this morning, listening to Rammstein through my earphones and running along a main street on the footpath and thinking that at any time a person may drive out of the driveway of one of the apartment blocks there and hit me when I was running across the driveway and then I would be thrown onto the road in front of the speeding traffic and I would be royally squashed by a car or truck - stone dead. And the thing that I thought about was that then there would be no way for me to write and nobody would know that I was dead and that people would get upset that I hadn't responded to emails.

Crazy the things you think about when you are running along the street in one's middle years - because, of course, the issue of one's own mortality is now always strongly in the forefront of one's thoughts. (Well, not all the time, of couse, I don't want to sound that maudlin, but, as for most people, it is something that is there front and centre in their lives - or, at least, should be, in some manner, having to have to be dealt with).

Bitter Sweet Contemplation Of Another New Year

It is so interesting to contemplate new years coming at one at this age. A bitter-sweet combination of having been there and done that, totally, over and over in one's life (the same old work with the same old issues and stupidities that have to be dealt with), mixed with a healthy dollop of hope about new experiences and new opportunities opening up with new stages in one's life.

A delicate balancing act at this stage in our lives I think - it is a completely different mix when you are younger and when you are older than this. One of the beauties of living - that there are so many unique and interesting stages in ones lives that can never really be known about before experiencing them (for all the reading and talking that one may do with others about what they have gone through and how things work, the vast chaotic complexity of the universe means that your individual experience of having to live through a "stage" (so to speak) is exactly that - your unique individual experience. It has special elements all of your own - which obviously have a relationship to what others have gone through, but may still be subtly different enough to make you have to pay attention to work through what it is all about.

And the other thing is that if you spent ALL your time researching exactly how you should deal with a certain stage in one's life, then you would not actually be doing any living in that stage of one's life - which sort of defeats the purpose (but, indeed, is one of the ways that some people deal with certain stages in their life - for some people, it is their whole life). So, as a consequence, because one is not fully researching every little nuance that somebody may have documented about a certain stage or experience or life event, then one simply has to live through it oneself and work out, for oneself and by oneself, what to do about it all.

That is the beauty of art - so many people can express what is the same universal story (a love story, a tragedy, etc etc) in so many different forms - they experience the situation and feel the need to express it in their own unique and individual experience - even though, for instance, they could read Tristam and Iseult, or hear Tristan und Isolde, or see Romeo and Juliet, and connect with a similar experience.

Friday, 4 January 2008

Redit orbis in orbem

Who so desireth to know what will be hereafter, let him think of what is past, for the world hath ever been in a circular revolution; whatsoever is now, was heretofore; and things past or present, are no other than such as shall be again: Redit orbis in orbem.

-- Raleigh, Sir Walter

Siegen kommt nicht vom Liegen

Siegen kommt nicht vom Liegen

-- German Proverb


(Success doesn’t come to the sleeper.)

Monday, 31 December 2007

New Year Sonnet

A poem for the new year from Edmund Spenser (from Amoretti and Epithalamion). He only wrote it in 1595 (or a bit before) so I am sure that it is still as applicable now as it was then (source: http://uoregon.edu/%7Erbear/amoretti.html)


SONNET. IIII.

NEW yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate,
Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight:
and bidding th' old Adieu, his passed date
bids all old thoughts to die in dumpish spright.
And calling forth out of sad Winters night,
fresh loue, that long hath slept in cheerlesse bower:
wils him awake, and soone about him dight
his wanton wings and darts of deadly power.
For lusty spring now in his timely howre,
is ready to come forth him to receiue:
and warnes the Earth with diuers colord flowre,
to decke hir selfe, and her faire mantle weaue.
Then you faire flowre, in whom fresh youth doth raine,
prepare your selfe new loue to entertaine.

Tuesday, 18 December 2007

Hope

You know, one of the most amazing things about human beings is HOPE.  The fact that almost anything can be endured, that almost anything becomes bearable, if there is some sort of hope around – either associated with some enterprise, or somewhere someplace in one’s life.  The beauty of hope is that it does not need to be reasonable – it can be hope from the most unlikely source, it can be the most irrational hope imaginable – yet it will still do the job – set the light to life so that life is now that to be loved, rather than that to be exhausted, even extinguished.  Hope diverts the eyes, to that which is good in one’s mind, away from the totality of horror that constitutes our lives here on earth.

 

I was reading an article in The New Yorker recently about mega-churches, seeker churches, in the USA, and one of the main points they made was that these churches are all about giving hope, here on earth, to those whose lives are in transition.  A new message, different from the established churches, in many ways, and one of the reasons for the phenomenal growth of these new churches.

 

I was reading a play recently written (not yet published), and it said:

“Exactly!  People have to go on living.  There is a new world now.  A new way of living.  I fear that Reshel knows that better than we do.”

“Who is Reshel?”

“You know him.  He’s gaining influence.  He’s been through other places, working his way around … he knows, Alor.”

“Know what?  What is there to know, now?”

“He knows that people need hope.”

“What hope could he bring?”

“False hope, then.  Perhaps he thinks he can control people.”

 

Friday, 14 December 2007

Old Creek

Old Creek

Since before anyone remembers
It has been clear shining like silver
Though the moonlight penetrates it
And the wind ruffles it
No trace of either remains
Today I would not dare
To expound the secret
Of the stream bed
But I can tell you that the blue dragon
Is coiled there.


-- Muso Soseki (1275-1351)

Monday, 10 December 2007

A Pellucid Ocean

In a pellucid ocean,
Bubbles arise and dissolve again.
Just so, thoughts are no
Different from ultimate reality,
So don’t find fault; remain at ease.
Whatever arises, whatever occurs,
Don’t grasp—release it on the spot.
Appearances, sounds, and objects
Are all one’s own mind;
There’s nothing except mind.

  -- Buddha

Thursday, 6 December 2007

Python



This guy is correct - Python is a seriously great language and environment for developing systems!!!!

Source: http://xkcd.com/353/

BTW: this is a fantastic webcomic - for the inner geek in us all!!!!

Moonlit Dewdrops

Careful! Even moonlit dewdrops,
If you’re lured to watch,
Are a wall before the Truth.


-- Sogyo (1667–1731)

Friday, 30 November 2007

Marriage - Minimalist, Female

Cute minimalist take on marriage from a female perspective: http://www.chloroformity.com/archives/000037.html

Bardo

http://www.poems.com/poem.php?date=13848


Bardo

Dangerously frail is what his hand was like
when he showed up at our house,
three or four days after his death,
and stood at the foot of our bed.

Though we had expected him to appear
in some form, it was odd, the clarity
and precise decrepitude of his condition,
and how his hand, frail as it was,

lifted me from behind my head, up from the pillow,
so that no longer could I claim it was a dream,
nor deny that what your father wanted,
even with you sleeping next to me,

was to kiss me on the lips.
There was no refusing his anointing me
with what I was meant to bear of him
from where he was, present in the world,

a document loose from the archives
of form—not spectral, not corporeal—
in transit, though not between lives or bodies:
those lips on mine, then mine on yours.


Michael Collier

Dark Wild Realm
Mariner Books



Dedicated to the memory of Ben Branch.


Wednesday, 28 November 2007

Emotional Job Committment

Even though there have been heaps of issues about what has happened in the business, you are still rather emotionally committed to the job that you first got there.  Do you think that it is something that is universal, or just peculiar to you, or just peculiar to the situation that you find yourself in now, for this particular circumstance?  Are there some people born or generated (it is probably way more environmental than it is biological/genetic) that really invest emotional energy in what they are doing and whether they do well or not (achieve or succeed or not), as opposed to other people who really couldn't care less (in Australia, we say "Couldn't give a rat's arse").

 

Or maybe it is just varying threshold levels for this type of commitment and attachment, to differing situations.

If you were a true Buddhist, you would simply acknowledge that the ultimate goal is non-attachment, and that one would let go all the mental accoutrements of the job, the people, the circumstance and simply move through life.

Still interested to see how a Buddhist monk would run your job.

 

Tuesday, 27 November 2007

Stupidity and intelligence

The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.

  - Bertrand Russell

Blogging

The post below may indicate the actual raison d'etre of blogs.

They may never have been "money making" exercises, but rather, different forms of communication which have some relationship to what constitutes income (for a person or an organisation), but, yet, more importantly, are a type of general communication satisfying a human need ("I need to express myself" - some how, some way).  It is probably the circumstance that blogs were never designed to be "monetized" (as the crass terminology goes) and that Scott is just being aware that he was pushing against the "natural order" of what blogs were/are about.

It appears, from what has been indicated at the end of the blog, that Scott is planning to "revert" to the "I need to express myself freely" model for his blog.

And, maybe not so coincidentally, spend some more time on real life!!


From Scott Adams' DIlbert Blog on 26 November 2007:

http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/the_dilbert_blog/2007/11/going-forward.html

Going Forward


I've decided to blog less. I posted daily (mostly) for two years, with the theory that my efforts would be compensated in four ways.

1. Advertising dollars
2. Compiling the best posts into a book.
3. Growing the audience for Dilbert
4. Artistic satisfaction.

Readership of The Dilbert Blog is growing rapidly, but at about the same rate people figure out how to use RSS feeds to get the content without the ads. So there's no longer a correlation between how hard I work and the ad income I earn. It topped out at "trivial," even while the audience grew to substantial.

My book based on the blog posts, STICK TO DRAWING COMICS, MONKEY-BRAIN! got great reviews for content, but angry reactions in people who feel that other people, who didn't read the content on the Internet, and never will, should not buy the book, to protect the rights of the people who already read it on the Internet, and might want to read it again for free sometime. You win.

I hoped that people who loved the blog would spill over to people who read Dilbert, and make my flagship product stronger. Instead, I found that if I wrote nine highly popular posts, and one that a reader disagreed with, the reaction was inevitably "I can never read Dilbert again because of what you wrote in that one post." Every blog post reduced my income, even if 90% of the readers loved it. And a startling number of readers couldn't tell when I was serious or kidding, so most of the negative reactions were based on misperceptions.

Lastly, the blog has been a source of tremendous artistic satisfaction. I enjoyed being relatively uncensored, and interacting with the readers on fun topics. That's why I will continue blogging, albeit less controversially. I'll just do it less often, especially over the holidays. It's hard to tell the family I can't spend time with them because I need to create free content on the Internet that will lower our income.

Try www.reader.google.com to see blog posts without the ads.

Monday, 26 November 2007

Excerpt from Steve Jobs' Commencement Speech at Stanford

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don't want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

 

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalogue, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stuart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late Sixties, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. it was sort of like Google in paperback form thirty-five years before Google came along. I was idealistic, overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stuart and his team put out several issues of the The Whole Earth Catalogue, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-Seventies and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath were the words, "Stay hungry, stay foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. "Stay hungry, stay foolish." And I have always wished that for myself, and now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay hungry, stay foolish.

 

http://www.scribd.com/doc/1313/Steve-Jobss-Commencement-Speech-at-Stanford

Just Do It!

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

-- Mark Twain


In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

-- Luigi Pirandello


Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.

-- Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.


Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
-- T. S. Elliot


All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
-- Buddha


Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson


If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.
-- Nora Roberts

Work and Life

"A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened."
-- Albert Camus

"Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route."
-- Albert Camus

For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life."
-- Albert Camus


It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquillity and occupation which give happiness.
-- Jefferson, Thomas

Be strong and courageous, and do the work.
-- Chronicles 28:20


Time Off

Well, back at work. Had a wonderful time at Rotto - the view was magnificent - and did some writing. All good!

Wednesday, 14 November 2007

Passed Like Strangers

For twenty seven years
I've always sought the Way.
Well, this morning we passed
Like strangers on the road.

- Kokuin (10th century)

Tuesday, 13 November 2007

The Murderous Haunt of Impermanence

The world is unstable, like a house on fire. This is not a place where you stay long. The murderous haunt of impermanence comes upon you in a flash, no matter whether you are rich or poor, old or young. If you want to be no different from a Zen master or a buddha, just do not seek outwardly.

- Lin Chi (d 867?)

Friday, 9 November 2007

Arranging My Beard

Look at how our heads and feet
Are capped and shod without a second thought.
It is like the man who had a long beard,
But did not anguish at its length
Until one day someone asked him
How he arranged it when he went to bed.
First he put it inside, then outside the coverlet,
The whole night he spent looking for the best position.
And tossed and turned until the dawn of day.
In the end he wanted only to chop it off!
Although this fable is light and humorous,
Still it contains a much deeper meaning.
When I asked the dharma master about this,
He gave a smile and nodded his assent.

- Su Shih (1073)

Balanced Enlightenment

Oh, and finally got some of my balanced enlightenment back

Doppelgangers

Yeah, I had seen this in the past - really have wanted to load it up and enjoy but ... all these other things to do - what I really need is a proper Doppelganger (didn't bother with the umlaut) - one that I can give instructions to - broadly speaking - and let it go and experience - and as its experiences happen they are duplicated/replicated into my consciousness as well.

And why just stop at one extra - why not a whole platoon of doppelgangers, all acting independently yet synchronously, with direction.

Interesting to contemplate how one would process the mass of overlapping and interacting thought/consciousness streams - both in real-time and with post-processing (dreams may come into play to assist here).

Needs some excellent sci-fi writer with a serious background in neuroscience and psychology to piece this all together!

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

did muenchen munch the big one?

I had a late evening working yesterday - well late for me for this job (6:45pm) - I am making a concerted effort NOT to put in long hours and additional work when:
(1) I won't get paid for it, and
(2) I won't be appreciated for it; and
(3) it really won't make a difference anyway
(there are so many other people around who don't get things done and everything depends on everything and everyone else in a complex web of interaction, so in most instances, everything you do is "diluted" (so to speak) by everything else around you).

The only reason to do the extra work is for personal satisfaction and fulfilling one's own sense of achievement and worth - for whatever that is worth. When I was younger, I had a great belief in the efficacy of my own work, in that if I put in lots of hours and much effort, then good things would come of it.

In a way that is true - good things have come of it - but not in the manner that one would have thought nor dreamt of - and maybe not in the manner of reward commensurate with the perceived effort (at the least from the long vantage of aged distance). Hence, the current attitude. One wonders what that will mean for the "payoff" in the future?

Tuesday, 6 November 2007

repeat the same routines for myriad eons

Make no mistake about it; if you do not find it now, you will repeat the same routines for myriad eons, a thousand times over again, following and picking up on objects that attract you.

We are no different from Shakyamuni Buddha.

Today, in your various activities, what do you lack?

The spiritual light coursing through your six senses has never been interrupted. If you can see in this way, you will simply be free of burdens all your life.

- Lin Chi (d 867?)

Tuesday, 30 October 2007

Pelf

A nice piece of invective about the rich and powerful - even in times gone by ...

Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

(Sir Walter Scott's - Lay of the Last Minstrel)

source: http://www.worldwidewords.org/weirdwords/ww-pel1.htm

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

Evocative

An apt evocation: http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2007/10/22/071022po_poem_gluck

Marriage

by Louise Glück October 22, 2007



All week they’ve been by the sea again

and the sound of the sea colors everything.

Blue sky fills the window.

But the only sound is the sound of the waves pounding the shore—

angry. Angry at something. Whatever it is

must be why he’s turned away. Angry, though he’d never hit her,

never say a word, probably.

So it’s up to her to get the answer some other way,

from the sea, maybe, or the gray clouds suddenly

rising above it. The smell of the sea is in the sheets,

the smell of sun and wind, the hotel smell, fresh and sweet

because they’re changed every day.

He never uses words. Words, for him, are for making arrangements,

for doing business. Never for anger, never for tenderness.

She strokes his back. She puts her face up against it,

even though it’s like putting your face against a wall.

And the silence between them is ancient: it says

these are the boundaries.

He isn’t sleeping, not even pretending to sleep.

His breathing’s not regular: he breathes in with reluctance;

he doesn’t want to commit himself to being alive.

And he breathes out fast, like a king banishing a servant.

Beneath the silence, the sound of the sea,

the sea’s violence spreading everywhere, not finished, not finished,

his breath driving the waves—

But she knows who she is and she knows what she wants.

As long as that’s true, something so natural can’t hurt her.

Thursday, 11 October 2007

Let my doubts be cleared

What is this wonder-filled universe?
What constitutes seed?
Who centers the universal wheel?
What is this life beyond form pervading forms?
How may we enter it fully,
Above space and time, names and descriptions?
Let my doubts be cleared.

- Vigyan Bhairava (~4000 years ago)

Monday, 8 October 2007

The Roaming of Sages

As to the roaming of sages,
They move in utter emptiness,
Let their minds meander in the great nothingness;
They run beyond convention
And go through where there is no gateway.
They listen to the soundless
And look at the formless,
They are not constrained by society
And not bound to its customs.

- Lao-tze

Thursday, 4 October 2007

The Dust of Human Ambition

To shake off the
Dust of human ambition
I sit on moss in
Zen robes of stillness,
While through the window,
In the setting sun
Of late autumn,
Falling leaves whirl
And drop to the stone dais.

- Tesshu Tokusai (?–1366)

Wednesday, 3 October 2007

the essential art of zazen

Whenever a thought occurs,
Be aware of it,
As soon as you are aware of it,
It will vanish.
If you remain for a long period
Forgetful of objects,
You will naturally become unified.
This is the essential art of zazen.

- Dogen (1200-1253)

Monday, 17 September 2007

Any season is a good season for you

In spring, hundreds of flowers;
In autumn, a harvest moon;
In summer a refreshing breeze;
In winter, snow will accompany you.
If useless things do not hang in your mind,
Any season is a good season for you.

- Mu-mon 1228


Friday, 14 September 2007

Following dream paths at night

Which way
Did you come from,
Following dream paths at night,
While snow is still deep
In this mountain recess?

- Ryokan (1758-1831)

Thursday, 13 September 2007

Goethe - Epigrams on possession, happiness, religion, love, literature, nature and knowledge

  • We cannot possess what we do not understand.
  • Each has his own happiness in his hands, as the artist handles the rude clay he seeks to reshape it into a figure; yet it is the same with this art as with all others: only the capacity for it is innate; the art itself must be learned and painstakingly practiced.
  • Since I have heard often enough that everyone in the end has his own religion, nothing seemed more natural to me than to fashion my own.
  • Love's torments sought a place of rest,
    Where all might drear and lonely be;
    They found ere long my desert breast,
    And nestled in its vacancy.
  • The decline of literature indicates the decline of a nation.
  • Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction.
  • We know accurately only when we know little, with knowledge doubt enters.

Earth's Answer - by William Blake

Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.

"Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o're,
I hear the father of the ancient men.

"Selfish father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chained in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear?


"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in darkness plough?

"Break this heavy chain,
That does freeze my bones around!
Selfish, vain,
Eternal bane,
That free love with bondage bound."

Tuesday, 11 September 2007

Bad Dreams Are Good by Joni Mitchell

Bad Dreams Are Good

by Joni Mitchell

September 17, 2007

The cats are in the flower beds

A red hawk rides the sky

I guess I should be happy

Just to be alive

But

We have poisoned everything

And oblivious to it all

The cell-phone zombies babble

Through the shopping malls

While condors fall from Indian skies

Whales beach and die in sand

Bad Dreams are good

In the Great Plan

And you cannot be trusted

Do you even know you are lying?

It's dangerous to kid yourself

You go deaf, dumb, and blind

You take with such entitlement

You give bad attitude

You have No grace

No empathy

No gratitude

You have no sense of consequence

Oh, my head is in my hands

Bad Dreams are good

In the Great Plan

Before that altering apple

We were one with everything

No sense of self and other

No self-consciousness

But now we have to grapple

With this man-made world backfiring

Keeping one eye on our brother's deadly selfishness

Everyone's a victim here

Nobody's hands are clean

There's so very little left of wild Eden Earth

So near the jaws of our machines

We live in these electric scabs

These lesions once were lakes

We don't know how to shoulder blame

Or learn from past mistakes

So who will come to save the day?

Mighty Mouse. . . ? Superman. . . ?

Bad Dreams are good

In the Great Plan

In the dark

A shining ray

I heard a three-year-old boy say

Bad Dreams are good

In the Great Plan

====================
http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2007/09/17/070917po_poem_mitchell?printable=true
Joni channeling JJ Rousseau and the Hippy 60's - well, sort of - but still applicable to today.


Goethe - Epitaph and translations

One version:
-------------

Epitaph

In boyhood stubborn, withdrawn,
In youth presumptuous, suspicious,
When mature, an active man,
In old age reckless, capricious. –
On your gravestones they'll make out:
This one was human, never doubt!



Another version:
-----------------

Epitaph

As a boy, reserved and naughty;
As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty;
As a man, for action inclined;
As a greybeard, fickle in mind. –
Upon they grave will people read:
This was a very man, indeed!




About the only thing which is the same is the last three lines of punctuation!
I think I am really going to have to get the original German poems and read them with a series of translations to hand. Commentators remark on the difficulty (some say "impossibility") of translating Goethe – I certainly have a good feeling for it now (after reading three different translations of various poems).

Friday, 7 September 2007

Goethe - Epigrams on Defects, Strengths, Ignorance, Suffering and Satisfaction

  • By nature we have no defect that could not become a strength, no strength that could not become a defect.
  • Nothing is worse than active ignorance.
  • Man . . . knows only when he is satisfied and when he suffers, and only his sufferings and his satisfactions instruct him concerning himself, teach him what to seek and what to avoid. For the rest, man is a confused creature; he knows not whence he comes or whither he goes, he knows little of the world, and above all, he knows little of himself.

Goethe - Epigrams on The World, Life and Doing

  • The world is for thousands a freak show; the images flicker past and vanish; the impressions remain flat and unconnected in the soul. Thus they are easily led by the opinions of others, are content to let their impressions be shuffled and rearranged and evaluated differently.
  • The passing day is prey to error. Time commands success and achievement.
  • Our desires presage the capacities within us; they are harbingers of what we shall be able to accomplish. What we can do and want to do is projected in our imagination, quite outside ourselves, and into the future. We are attracted to what is already ours in secret. Thus passionate anticipation transforms what is indeed possible into dreamt-for reality.

Goethe - Every Day (epigram)

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

Goethe - Prometheus

Prometheus

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
translated by Erich Harth


[Painting of Prometheus] Cover your heavens
with clouds and vapors, Zeus
and, like the boy who lops off
heads of thistles,
try your hand on oaks
and mountaintops.

But you can't touch my earth,
my cabin that you did not build,
my hearth whose glow you watch
with envy.

There's none more pitiful than you, Gods!
The breath of our prayers
is your paltry nourishment,
our meager altar gifts sustain
your dreams of majesty.
You'd starve
but for the foolish hopes
of children and beggars.

When I was a child and didn't know
which way to turn,
I raised my eyes bewildered to the sky
as though beyond it were an ear
to listen to my sorrows,
a heart like mine
to pity my distress.

Who stood with me against the Titans'
wantonness,
who rescued me from death,
from slavery?
Was it not you, my own, my glowing heart
that did all this?
And, cheated, in your youthful goodness
gave glowing thanks to him
who nods up there?

And I should worship thee? What for?
Have you ever
lightened my pain when I was anguished?
Ever
stilled the tears
when I was frightened?
Was it not almighty time
and eternal fate,
my masters as well as yours,
who forged me into manhood?

Did you, by chance, suppose
that I should hate life,
flee into deserts,
just because
not all my fancy dreams
had come to pass?

I sit here, shaping men and women
in my image,
a race destined, like I,
to suffer and to cry,
to savor joy, to laugh,
and disregard you
as I did.


Goethe - Human Limits (excerpt)

A little ring
Confines our lives,
And many generations
For ever they link
On to their being's
Infinite chain.

-- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - "Human Limits" (excerpt, last stanza), p 35 from "Roman Elegies and other poems and epigrams", trans. Michael Hamburger, Anvil, 1996

Dissolve their history according to conditions

You have obstacles only because you have not realized the emptiness of the eons. Genuine Wayfarers are never like this; they just dissolve their history according to conditions, dressing according to circumstances, acting when they need to act, and sitting when they need to sit, without any idea of seeking the fruits of buddhahood.

- Lin Chi (d 867?)


Thursday, 6 September 2007

The Secret of the Universe

This may sound a little strange, but it is not quite so paradoxical as the case of Jacob Boehme, to whom Jove's thunderbolt revealed the secret of the universe while he was looking at a pewter bowl.

[Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Letters from Italy, p 49, Penguin 60s Classics] [written on 8 October 1786]


Our times are worse than we think

The art of mosaic, which gave the Ancients their paved floors and the Christians the vaulted Heaven of their churches, has now been degraded to snuffboxes and bracelets. Our times are worse than we think.

[Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Letters from Italy, p 48, Penguin 60s Classics] [written on 8 October 1786]

(Always "our times" are the most degraded and the worst. It wasn't true then Wolfgang (witness your true self) and it isn't true now).


Seeing the World

My tendency to look at the world through the eyes of the painter whose pictures I have seen last has given me an odd idea. Since our eyes are educated from childhood on by the objects we see around us, a Venetian painter is bound to see the world as a brighter and gayer place than most people see it. We northerners who spend our lives in a drab and, because of the dirt and the dust, an uglier country where even reflected light is subdued, and who have, most of us, to live in cramped rooms - we cannot instinctively develop an eye which looks like such delight at the world.

[Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Letters from Italy, p 47, Penguin 60s Classics] [written on 8 October 1786]

Exactly! Thus, people like living where I live rather than places in the northern hemisphere because of the same brilliance and radiance of light and environment. Makes a difference to the approach to life.

(Also good to know that there is no thought that I can think that has not already been thought hundreds of years before by someone smarter and more eloquent!)


Thursday, 30 August 2007

Monkey Pureness

The monkey is reaching
For the moon in the water.
Until death overtakes him
He'll never give up.
If he'd let go the branch and
Disappear in the deep pool,
The whole world would shine
With dazzling pureness.
- Hakuin (1685-1768)

True Buddha Dharma Way

Someone asked,
What do you mean by the true Buddha, the true Dharma and the true Way? Would you be good enough to explain to us?
The Master said,
The Buddha- this is the cleanness and purity of the mind.
The Dharma- this is the shining brightness of the mind.
The Way- this is the pure light that is never obstructed anywhere. The three are in fact one. All are empty names and have no true reality.
- Lin-chi (d.867)

Monday, 27 August 2007

MorOn-Star

Funny how all the features of our lives that are for our safety/security/protection and offered by some level of the government draw stiff resistance. However, market them as a convenience and suddenly people line up for it.

Imagine: We're putting a GPS chip in all your vehicles so that we have a record of everywhere you go with it. If there's a crash or carjacking, we can track it down.

Customers scream "Big Brother" and summarily reject it.

Reality: "MorON-Star. How can I help?"
"I locked my keys in the car! I can't get in!"
"What's your passcode?"
"I don't remember, but hurry up because the top's down and it's starting to rain!"


Thursday, 23 August 2007

a thousand meters of melancholy

I shall go to the store of the tailor of lovers, tomorrow;
Wearing my long robe made from a thousand meters of melancholy.
He can cut you off from Yazid and sew you onto Zayd;
he can pair you with this one and separate you from the other.
He can attach you to one to whom you give your heart for life;
What a fabric, what a stitch, what a miracle-making hand.

(Divan 216:1-3)

Monday, 20 August 2007

Why by Philip Schultz (August 27, 2007)

Why

by Philip Schultz

August 27, 2007

is this man sitting here weeping

in this swanky restaurant

on his sixty-first birthday, because

his fear grows stronger each year,

because he's still the boy running

all out to first base, believing

getting there means everything,

because of the spiders climbing

the sycamore outside his house

this morning, the elegance of

a civilization free of delusion,

because of the boyish faces

of the five dead soldiers on TV,

the stoic curiosity in their eyes,

their belief in the righteousness

of sacrifice, because innocence

is the darkest place in the universe,

because of the Iraqis on their hands

and knees looking for a bloody button,

a bitten fingernail, evidence of

their stolen significance, because

of the primitive architecture

of his dreams, the brutal egoism

of his ignorance, because he believes

in deliverance, the purity of sorrow,

the sanctity of truth, because of

the original human faces of his wife

and two boys smiling at him across

this glittering table, because of

their passion for commemoration,

their certainty that goodness continues,

because of the spiders clinging to

the elegance of each moment, because

getting there still means everything?


Thursday, 9 August 2007

Careful

Careful! Even moonlit dewdrops,
If you're lured to watch,
Are a wall before the truth.
- Sogyo (18th century)

Tuesday, 7 August 2007

How (Elizabeth Sutherland)

How

 

Out in the field, where the noone resides

Gaping like a fish, for one and the same

Squealing like a hyena, surrounded.

One and the different.

 

There's pain in this muscle.

Pain pain.

In a place been reached too oft.

Turn off?

It can't it won't.

It won't.

It can't.

 

There are bugs under my skin?

Only scars. Her mistake.

 

The deceit, the impenetrable wall;

Maybe not so much? 

This mile of anguish, out in the meadow

Where the lambs run free and brisk,

There is no free.

There is only brisk

And hast

And rush rush mad.

With no air, shark shark, fish.

 

The bugs never disappear – an age or two they stay,

But how long is an age?

How wide is a field?

How wet is a fish?

How gleeful is a hyena?

How minute is a bug?

How free is a lamb?