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A Place Made Entirely Of Sky 2/29/08 21:00 - permalink - email - category: Incantation The darkness surrounding tonight's stars holds a deep blue tint. Looking across the Bay I detect a faint glow rolling the world's ragged curve, amber flashes breaking in the soft luminance. These are the lights of guidance towers far in the distance. They're beautiful. Tonight is the flash-point of a brave new year, a personal mark on the track... an old finishing, a new starting, a now holding everything between this and the next February end. I've said it many ways since 02008 01 01... but tonight, for me, the work does truly commence. It's going to be a hell of year. I know this because I won't rest until it is. Over the last few twelvemonths, I've mapped deep structural elements within, examined tightly wound zones I knew only by the barbed wire and lightning launchers ringing their barriers. I knew them, circled their cloaked existence, but didn't understand enough of what they contained to name them. If you can name, you can own... and re-make. I cannot take all credit for my transfiguration. Often I was simply in the right frame of mind at the right time, aware enough to notice a silver key or magickal wrecking ball dangled in front of me by a friendly universe. One by one I have turned the rusted tumblers of entrances to long-sealed emotional crypts, felled the bulwarks of boneyard fortresses, opened trapped realms in my heart to exploration and merciful release. It hasn't always been pretty. This image is of NASA's Skylab circling our home planet, 01974 02 08. It's a vision I hold in my mind. I use it to remind myself of this world's true nature when I need perspective, of the true nature of humanity and its relation to the spinning blue, of my true nature as an avatar of our shared existence.
By default, I've travelled the underworld all the short years of my life. I was born there, but it's no longer my most useful metaphor for psychological motivation. Like Buckminster Fuller's dismissal of the classic nomenclature up and down, I'm now leaving under and above to dust-laden superstition. They're useful for fairy tales, but I need an accurate descriptor: a name to own and re-make. As with the sky, I've become aware the true directions of self are in and out. Out is where I'm headed. Charles Darwin Has A Posse 2/12/06 23:36 - permalink - email - category: Incantation
Today is Darwin Day. As I generally post late in the evening, for most readers this will effectively extend Darwin Day from the actual date of Charles Darwin's birth, February 12th, to February 13th, thus claiming another day for the celebration of rational thought. I read Darwin's The Origin Of Species when I was nine, and it changed my life. I already knew this story of men being made from earth and women from ribs was a fairy-tale, so when Darwin gave me his grand scientific explanation, everything fell into place. I was overwhelmed by the logical sense of the world, and by the power of my mind to comprehend it. I credit Uncle Charles with pointing me to the rational path which eventually became my rocket ship: humanism paired with a deep, logical agnosticism. There are many things I don't know, and perhaps cannot know. I don't know how life itself began... no-one does. Beyond that flash point, I know the likely way all life differentiated and continues to change, because Charles Darwin shared his thoughts on evolution with me. Here are some Darwin resources: The official Darwin Day Celebration site DailyKos' groovy write-up on evolution The Panda's Thumb, a great forum on evolutionary theory The Talk.Origins archive Charles Darwin Has A Posse, evolution awareness stickers designed by Colin Purrington (print and paste 'em everywhere... I do.) One of my favorite passages from The Origin Of Species: "On the ordinary view of the independent creation of each being, we can only say that so it is; -- that it has pleased the Creator to construct all the animals and plants in each great class on a uniform plan; but this is not a scientific explanation. The explanation is to a large extent simple on the theory of the selection of successive slight modifications, --each modification being profitable in some way to the modified form, but often affecting by correlation other parts of the organisation. In changes of this nature, there will be little or no tendency to alter the original pattern, or to transpose the parts. The bones of a limb might be shortened or flattened to any extent, becoming at the same time enveloped in thick membrane, so as to serve as a fin; or a webbed hand might have all its bones, or certain bones, lengthened to any extent, with the membranes connecting them increased, so as to serve as a wing; yet all these modifications would not tend to alter the framework of the bones or the relative connection of the parts. If we suppose that an early progenitor --the archetype as it may be called --of all mammals, birds, and reptiles, had its limbs constructed on the existing general pattern, for whatever purpose they served, we can at once perceive the plain signification of the homologous construction of the limbs throughout the class. So with the mouths of insects, we have only to suppose that their common progenitor had an upper lip, mandibles, and two pairs of maxillae, these parts being very simple in form; and then natural selection will account for the infinite diversity in the structure and functions of the mouths of insects. Nevertheless, it is conceivable that the general pattern of an organ might become so much obscured as to be finally lost, by the reduction and ultimately by the complete abortion of certain parts, by the fusion of other parts, and by the doubling or multiplication of others, --variations which we know to be within the limits of possibility. In the paddles of the gigantic extinct sea-lizards, and in the mouths of certain suctorial crustaceans, the general pattern seems thus to have become partially obscured." Artists Have More Fun 1/25/06 23:41 - permalink - email - category: Incantation Responding to my thoughts on being a musician and music as life in From The Air, Doug Miller writes: "I envy Vlad that. My own compulsion doesn’t manifest itself in any artistic way. Indeed I find most artistic pursuits something that I can master technically given enough time and practice, but the outcome of which will always be inferior to the efforts of anyone who has that artistic “spark” that I almost completely lack. I admire artists greatly, but will never be one." "I recognize the feeling Vlad has though, because it’s the feeling I get around organizing people and systems. Despite my best efforts I can not end up leading people, and I can not avoid creating organization. I always end up managing people and systems not because I necessarily want to, but because, like music for Vlad, it literally is who I am." Doug, for the record, you're one of us. We're all one of us, and as you point out above, it all comes down to individual expression of the same urges. What it takes to make a song is what it takes to manage an organization: knowledge, planning, perseverance. What it takes to create a great, emotionally resonant song is also what it takes to create an efficient, well-oiled and thriving organization: identification with the form you're working in as if it is yourself. The investment of self is what makes your creation breathe. It's the difference between bad art and good art, bad management and someone you'll do your best for. It's the "spark" of life. Creation is a string of choices, a branching pattern of one foot in front of the other, each step further defining the pattern. Creation is organization from chaos, and the same decision tree forms the foundation of any process, all endeavors. At some level when we are creating, we all must use the same process, no matter the perceived difference in end objectives. An artist is only different from a non-artist in one way... the non-artist has not yet realized their own areas of artistry. Everyone is a rockstar in the making. Guns 1/24/06 20:04 - permalink - email - category: Incantation I came across a small Reuters item today while scanning the morning news: Boy, 8, shoots girl, 7, at Maryland day care. These kinds of sad stories seem never-ending now, and increasing in frequency. I would prefer to live in a world without guns, without violence, without metal detectors in high schools and without the trophy heads of dead animals gathering dust on walls to prove the presence of a penis. I do not currently live there, and neither do you, so I do back the option of responsible gun ownership. Not gun ownership, but the option of gun ownership. I grew up with guns, everywhere. Thanks to a quick-thinking and armed relative, my own young life was preserved on more than one occasion. I might not be here were it not for a pistol in the house. As a kid, I knew where the guns were hidden. I knew where the ammo was. I also knew these two items, put together the right way, killed people, and that killed people didn't come back. My grandfather taught me how to shoot, and emphasized the terrible responsibility of going armed. Guns don't impart power. They don't make you forceful or accomplished because you handle them. They certainly don't make you smart. Guns, as a tool, are a concession to the continued collective ignorance and irresponsibility of our species. Every responsible adult should be disgusted by the idea they may need a gun in our civilization. If your 8 year old child can make it to school with a gun in its backpack, you have no business being a parent, and the child should be removed from your custody for everyone's protection. If your small child kills someone with a gun, you should be jailed for murder through negligence. Note to NRA members: you're one of the most powerful lobbying organizations in the United States. Instead of reinforcing the problem, why don't you step up to the plate and start throwing your muscle around like the ACLU does? I'd like to see you lobbying for laws covering responsible gun ownership. Instead of paying off politicians to endorse the right of every American, no matter how psychologically ill-equipped, to "bear arms," have your lawyers represent the victims of gun crime against irresponsible owners. Enough with the pro-gun rallying... how about some pro-responsibility action? I endorse the option of gun ownership because I endorse the idea of the responsible individual. A responsible individual may do what they will, at all times. I don't want to live in a world where people are prevented from doing the bad things they desire to. I want a world where people embody the highest possible qualities of humanity, and don't commit atrocities because they don't want to. Here's an open secret: as much as we try to disbelieve it, we are all responsible individuals. Every day we make a continued string of choices about our course through life: what shall I eat, should I go to work, I'd love to throw my coffee in that bastard's face, maybe I'll have an affair, I could swerve into oncoming traffic right now, perhaps I'll run for office, but then I would have to go up against the big scary government, I really wish I could break out of this, but I'm stuck, I've had enough, I'm making my move! The choices and the consequences are your responsibility, including the choices to trust, ask for help, offer help, teach someone, learn from someone, work together. Everything you do is your decision, and killing with a gun is no different. We can't grow a culture of smart, self-aware, responsible individuals, capable of making good decisions daily, by legislating guns away. The best we can do with laws is create a slightly safer space for development until the next irresponsible person shows up with an AK-47. The fastest way to move toward a world where guns have less influence is to teach responsibility, driving home the consequences of its lack. Responsibility works in every area. From a "culture of life" to "building affluence" to "fixing the environment" to "gun control," responsibility is the foundation on which all sustainable progress is built. When everyone is responsible, and interest in the well-being of all is shared by all because it's the best world for everyone, we'll have no need for guns. Every single person will feel comfortable exercising their option not to own a gun. We'll all be responsible enough to melt them down for garden gear. Tungsten Thought Beam 1/6/06 22:35 - permalink - email - category: Incantation Great feedback has been arriving on yesterday's post, Subliminal Illumination. Christian Fromme pointed out the ethical dilemma of counter-conditioning: It seems to me like one subliminal conditioning is as bad as the other. I would be thrilled to live in a conditioning free world. I do have ethical reservations about using subliminals, and examined the issue extensively before deciding to go for it. The utilitarian in me came out the winner. Here's my basic line of reasoning: 1) These messages are a condensed version of what I would say if I had the time and circumstance to speak with each viewer individually. 2) If I did speak with each viewer individually, I would be up against the conditioning already in place by giant corporations in our money and status based culture, reinforced and feeding back through each of us daily. By slipping past complexes of guardian memes, these subliminals are likely more effective than direct conversation. 3) My own feeling is the conditioning we are already subjected to is one of the root sicknesses in Western culture. I'd like to live in a post-antidote world. 4) If I knew I was sick, I would welcome a cure, or at least a maintenance drug. My exchange with Christian produced a possible answer to my moral quandary. Before the show commences, I will tell the audience the backing video contains subliminal messages, giving them a take-home list of what they will be exposed to. It will be their informed choice to stay or leave based on what they know will enter their head if they stay. I think most will choose to stay. Christian and I were unsuccessful in coming up with an unconditioning statement. "I can think for myself" is the closest I can find, but it's still conditioning if delivered in this fashion. I'm not sure it's possible... does anyone have one? David Fine handed me an excellent twist on presentation over Kung Pao Tofu. My coding as it stands simply inserts single frames of short text in the video stream. David suggested I speed it out to the viewer one word at a time, fast-flashing through the sentence. This is a great idea, and will likely engage deeper pattern matching interest in viewers' brains. It will also allow me to use all available screen area per word. Bigger is probably better here. Jacob Appelbaum suggested another superb presentation hook: leave out crucial words in the sentences. This will be tricky, but worth it. I want to be certain the message cannot be read in a fashion other than positive, but leaving a small hole in the phrase will force a brain to worry over it and attempt to fill it in. Cesare Marilungo has given me another moment's pause with his thoughts on possibly offending viewers over controversial issues. Some of the concepts I'll be using are hot-buttons, particularly here in the United States. This raises many questions on the purpose and power of art as provocation and catalyst. I'm looking forward to further discussions, Cesare. To cap the evening, Jen Sorenson shot me an absolutely perfect subliminal message, right out of a clear blue memory: "You are enough." Thanks Jen... you really are and you always have been. Subliminal Illumination 1/5/06 23:17 - permalink - email - category: Incantation Taking a break from music tonight, I put some hours into my Jitter backdrop. I'm building for live shows this year, and will be running backing video from a second PowerBook. When your brain parses an unattached phrase, it doesn't really know the difference between external and internal origin. This is why we identify strongly with protagonists in fiction, why we replay conversations in our heads, why we have internal critics. First person statements absolutely destroy the wall. In keeping with my general view of media as extension of self, I'm working some extremely fast subliminal messages into the video stream. Big Media uses the fuzzy mechanisms of mind to keep us all off-center and spending money. When marketers speak of impressions and how many times a person has to see a logo before they remember it, what they're really talking about is how many times you must think of what they present to you before your brain absorbs and acts upon it as if it came from within. We can work against them. Here's a small sampling of my counteractive video phrases: I'll steal my life back one hour at a time Email if you have suggestions. Walking The Pattern 1/4/06 22:30 - permalink - email - category: Incantation My footsteps stretch far behind into simultaneous moments of memory and influence. Each impression of ball and five toes, rubber sole or booted heel, is a point of spin, a line of motion and angular warping. It's easy to look into the past and tease out the cause/effect/cause/effect/cause again. You can follow this binary tree quite a distance before interaction with other footsteps blurs the causal boundaries of I and Us. The past is cake. Ascertaining the patterns created by future footsteps is a different proposition. It's not an impossible problem, but requires a toolset like yet unlike the understanding of fossils and fallen empires. The past seems set, only alterable as a concept, as a present interpretation. It's closer to writing a review than creating. To create you must work from your accumulated concept of yourself as your past. Here's where it gets tricky: each thought confining/refining your concept of the past adds further steps to your progression. Every stride you take into the future becomes the past and changes the pattern you are attempting to understand and work from. It's the classic artist's conundrum. How can you step back from the piece, when you are the piece itself? You are the foot being placed on rock as another foot rises. You are the wash of ink as the stroke goes down on paper. You are the vibrating oscillation of changing waveforms. You are the breathing diagram of actions in motion. You are the living pattern of your world. We don't often think of ourselves as collections of continuing forces, whirlwinds of cause and effect. Attempting prophecy is to understand yourself as you are structured right now, and how that diagram will recontextualize in the future. There are no mistakes, only doings and learnings. There are no right or wrong steps, only motion. The past and future seem like two faces of an endless present. Why play prophet when you can simply make? I wonder as I find eye contact with strangers, as I stop to speak with friends of friends, as I spin sound and vision and time like threads of glass, where I'm walking. What territory will my path cover, what will my context be... whose areas of influence and dominion will I intersect with, and what will happen when I do? Our patterns are intertwining this exact moment, as I write, as you read. This Individual And The Republik Are One 1/1/06 15:33 - permalink - email - category: Incantation Now is a moment to step bravely forward Strapping on the black and silver, It is time for the Individual to join the Republik. Where's The Penalty? 12/11/05 17:52 - permalink - email - category: Incantation I'm waiting for word on Schwarzenegger's clemency decision for Tookie Williams. Williams' position is a compelling argument against our current conception of capital punishment versus lifetime incarceration. Who are we penalizing through his execution? Tookie has accomplished many undeniably good things since remaking himself into an educated man in prison. He's given back to society in ways he may never have without the experience of solitary confinement and life behind bars. If we kill him now, everything he might still contribute to society will be gone. Whether Tookie is guilty or not, we cannot bring back the murdered. We're better off with him alive, working for progress and good, spreading the word gang life is not a positive path. I'm not alone in considering capital punishment a barbaric practice, a throwback to a less enlightened age. There have been vigils for Tookie across the nation, and it seems the entire state of California is on edge. Some points to consider: Not everyone our legal system condemns is guilty. Our courts are biased by frame-ups, money talks, favoritism, career-building, prejudice, religion and simple incompetence. We all know this. How can execution be endorsed by the public in such a system? Do you have enough faith in our system of justice you would willingly trust your life to it? Any possibility of executing an innocent person must force us to think twice. It could be you strapped down for the killing crew, waiting for the injection. Imprisonment for life actually costs the taxpayers less. Hard to believe, but true. In Los Angeles county, the average cost for life imprisonment: US $1,448,935. Average cost for execution: US $2,087,926. Every state conducting financial analysis has found capital punishment much more costly than life without possibility of parole. Where is the penalty? There is no balanced penalty for murder. To honestly redress the crime, we have to end up with the perpetrator dead and the victim once again alive. For someone convicted of murder, execution is no actual price they are paying. The urge is there to punish them for what they've done, but instead we give them release from their imprisonment. Which sounds worse to you: going to sleep and not waking up, or a lifetime spent in a tiny jail cell, knowing you will never again see the outside world? We don't know what happens after death. We don't even know what kind of release we're sending the executed into. I would never claim religious faith in an after-life, but neither would I profess atheism. I don't know, and neither does anyone else. We may be providing basic cessation of existence, or we could be sending these folks off to some bold new realm where they can continue to hunt and murder as they wish. If you're a Christian who believes all is forgiven by accepting Jesus as your savior, then we're sending those who find God while imprisoned directly to Heaven. What about the families of the victims? We mistake vengeance for justice, the machinery of the state for individual action. Vengeance is an option open to each of us, should we so desire. It's not the government's place to exact vengeance for an individual. If someone murdered one of my own loved ones, I might exercise that option, risking imprisonment by going against the law of the land. Vengeance should remain the action of those wronged, not be institutionalized by the state penal system. At root, endorsement of capital punishment is the belief people cannot change, that there is no possibility of redemption. I would never advocate the release of murderers or broken humans back into society. The potential for innocent loss of life is too great. Tookie Williams, however, as is obvious through his works post-incarceration, is not the same man who went to jail in 1981. If he's guilty, life behind bars is terrible punishment and society benefits from his continued outreach to children. An imprisoned ex-gangbanger speaking out against gangs is a far more effective deterrent than a gangbanger turned martyr by state execution. If the state kills him, we're all murderers. Plays Well With Others 10/27/05 11:28 - permalink - email - category: Incantation I caught a recent Bauhaus show at the Warfield in downtown San Francisco. It's early in their tour and quirks are still being worked together. These creative misfits are legendary, not only for the combined musical power unleashed by their interaction, but for the trouble created by ego and disagreement within their ranks. Watching the show, it was obvious these tensions are still present. At times the gel was difficult, and the edges of each member were apparent as four separate individuals on stage simply playing instruments simultaneously. Then, suddenly, they would snap together for a song and it was like watching a single entity roar to life and come straight off the stage for you. In any creative endeavor, you're in this sort of clinch. The path of your life is this exact situation. In modern Western culture we embrace the myth of the isolate artist, the lone person creating something never seen/heard/touched/felt before. I do feel there are new realms of emotion to be found through art, new worlds to see and hear and live in, but the idea it will be the single work of one mad creator working in the dead of night is not specifically correct. The lone flame of creative chaos has no meaning without its context, cannot create newness at all without embedding in and interacting with the culture surrounding it. You can search out context, place yourself within framework, but you cannot exist as a defined concept without it. What is lost in the narrow focusing on individual action is the fact both sides of the coin are exactly the same. When you create in reactive feedback with another person or set of genre/cultural rules, you are creating a joint work bouncing off the concepts put forth by the other. When you push against another person or set of concepts, stepping off to "do your own thing," you are still working with them. They're providing the negative space, the area you will not enter, the definition for your work in a specified realm for a specified end. I've been cogitating over the life pursuits and creative endeavors of myself and a few friends of late, and return often to a springboard of thoughts expressed in an eloquent post by mAE hYMN, gifted noisician and imagician: This is my faith, this is the faith I have in all of us. One line in particular grabs and shakes: "As an individual, I threaten only that which you stand to lose, should you be strong enough to let it go." The wish for what we see as beneficial change is a choice of focus. Whether we consciously act on life as co-creators or not, we are still co-creating everything, every moment. You storm off screaming, I place my emotions into song in response. She unknowingly says the right word at the right time, his writing block crumbles and the words spill fast, at last. He wanders in without saying a word or even making eye contact, but his choice of scarf today provides the kernel of an idea for your next painting. Once you realize the true extent of co-creation, terms like egotist, critic, encourager, territorial, obstacle, boundary-maker, threat take on new meanings. They're not simple descriptors applying to an individual. They're collaborative actions. The beauty of this situation: it takes only one aware person to flip the picture, inverting negative space into positive. Realization of reaction permits choice of reaction. Where your brush falls, which note comes next, where you place a next footstep, which word best describes this feeling of connectedness: choice is the center of all creation. Will 10/20/05 15:15 - permalink - email - category: Incantation The grass, neatly cut away 'round each stone, whispered to us in the wind-sped air. "What's your choice? Which head of the hydra seems likely to make the best use of your scrawny bones?" Choice is built from hidden questions: what's inside, what's outside, what do I really want, what do I really need, what do I really mean... what should I do? I stood with five alive and a seventh deceased beneath, amidst a sea of graveyard markers. On the surface of a dead city of dead Jews, I listened to the lives surrounding us, arcs of motion struck from the sky, choices once made in tears and joy and flicks of wrist now cut and dry. "Time re-defines all discrete things." Born into this whip-bit whorl of energy, we draw force for growth. We spin and set in motion, as we were spun and set in motion ourselves. Every action continues the threads of choice. We reach into the connectedness, spin and weave, until finally we've touched more than taken, wrought more than destroyed, and exit the way we came. If you love something, place it in the center of your chest. If you've a vision to create, a sonic realm to make, a world to build, a word to fulfill, let it brightly burn. If you aren't but know you can, begin today and do not rest. If your feet follow one path and your heart another, the wilderness is waiting for your return. The dead speak through wind, grass, rain. They act now in sequences of ideas set in motion by their hands and the hands of those from whom they came. We're created from their thoughts, their actions, their material shape. If you listen and look, you will learn: humanity is not a race, but perpetual conversation, each voice assuming ever-shifting place. Let's cut to the chase and cut to the choice. This is your life to make, and soon chance will end. You'll join the city beneath while others act in your stead. "Why do you wait?" Choose and do, today. Modern Death 9/27/05 22:38 - permalink - email - category: Incantation The days have stretched from post to post, and the nights are worse. No doubts remain: I've a problem. When my brain becomes conundrum occupied and cannot find the requisite solution or even a semi-viable explanation on which to base the next step of attack... progress on other endeavors slows to a trickle. My fiction consumption rises, perhaps because I'm casting about for answers, but little else is accomplished. My brain's been engaged in mono-focus overdrive these last few weeks. The question: Death is the single most unifying experience of humanity. Why do we hesitate to bring our combined effort and will to bear upon it? I think of my grandparents, my friend Jake's father, my grade-school English teacher Mr. Hafner, Dwayne Goettel, John Balance, Robert Moog, Francis Bacon, Linus Pauling, Susan Sontag, Robert Heinlein, Theodore Sturgeon, Roger Zelazny... losses to the world, their ongoing, living influences absent from our collective future. All those patterns of existence stilled, stopped. Then there's you, and there's me. How do we let this continue? I'm at a loss to explain why we still have not placed death's eradication at the top of our priorities. How is it trumped by making war, by hoarding gold, by pointless labor for pointless ends, by the same circles our feet have trod for tens of thousands of years? Is our rut so deep we can see nothing but the sides of the pit we walk in? Part of what we're witnessing is the tail-end of a battle between religion and science. Religion was our best prior attempt at minimizing death and its impact. We didn't have the tools to destroy death, but we had highly evolved human pliability of mind to believe death into the fiction of a heavenly state. Now our great golem walks with word upon tongue, religion a potent foe of the lengthening of our spans. There's a lesson here: just believing isn't the same as doing the work. One could argue everything we see as human culture is a product of our reaction to death, and there may be some truth in this position, for without awareness of our eventual demise we would likely live in vastly different fashion. Knowledge of certain death drives short-term planning. It channels effort into areas of immediate gain and damns the consequences because you won't be around to worry about them. Our reaction to death creates waste and unsustainability. In our haste to live, we aid and abet death in its task. Death is our great nemesis, the villain of the story. Here, in modernity, we have the tools to defeat it. Why do we keep giving it the starring role? Related: Culture Of Life Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves 8/7/05 23:42 - permalink - email - category: Incantation Tonight Ania, Marta and I took in Teatro Zinzanni's tent filled with wonders: circus/dinner/theatre where performers mingle with attendees and you never know who's next to shed working role and swing from trapeze, perform intricate contortions or wrap sex itself into an aerial dance of translucent curtain and sheer daring. As I scanned the crowd's rapt expressions, I realized the division, the separation between audience and performer, between passive viewer and actively viewed... creator and taker. As Svetlana the Russian princess of contortion worked her pliable body in defiance of the form "everyone knows" people take... as Bianca Sapetto spun through air with only tenuous connection to safety and security yet made it look easy as breathing... as Les Petits Frères jumped from the ground and into motion as spinning cartwheels and stacks of men three high without benefit of ladders or launchers... I realized the problem. I was inspired tonight to greater action, larger roles in the stage I know as Life, a grasping of the power in each and every one of us to change, re-arrange and create. How many of us roll through life without true excellence in anything, adept at nothing save passive absorption? How many of us base decisions for the path we walk on what will pay the bills and what "seems like a good idea?" How many people wish to "live a normal life" within the "normal range" of human abilities because "we all know" it's what we all should want, bowing to the pressure of peers and policy, making "No" an answer to the calling of our true selves? Tonight, these exceptional performers were a perfect image of the life we all could live, in anything we bring formidable will and desire to bear upon. There was no passivity, no waiting, no watching. It was all doing and daring and making it so. You will revolutionize your life by simply refusing to accept imaginary limitations wrought from air by social control and laziness. You must surmount only one problem. The problem is your accepted definition of "normal." Wait... let me get the emphasis correct. The problem is your accepted definition of "normal." When We Stop It 7/6/05 09:06 - permalink - email - category: Incantation Doug Miller recently wrote an impassioned post (okay, "pissed off" is a better description) on sex-offender Joseph Duncan and our flawed system for handling these people. Doug believes folks guilty of sex-offenses should be locked up and never let out of the clink. Doug, I absolutely agree with you. This isn't about punishment, or justice... it's about pruning the tree. After incarceration, we return sex-offenders to a society they can never be part of, and pretend they will not do it again simply because they have been jailed for awhile. From Google's cache, Joseph Duncan blogged about it: Monday, March 01, 2004, Daily Torment, 8:47 AM Just got back from Florida visiting my friend and his family. I had a lot of fun and I felt very welcomed by my friends family even though they know full well about my past. We Spent a day in Epcot Center at Disney World, that was a lot of fun. Then we drove to Tampa (where he lives) and I got to eat at some great local restaurants having terrific seafood. We also went to the Strawberry Festival which was a pretty big fair and also a lot of fun. I like traveling because I feel more "normal" because of the anonymity of being a traveler. For example, at the Tampa airport they called my name over the intercom to ask me if I wanted to switch to an emergency exit row seat, I did not cringe when they called my name the way I do when I am around where I live. In fact, when I got to Minneapolis to change planes and continue home, I immediately started feeling self conscious. At the gate where we were boarding for the last hop every time I saw someone looking at me I thought they recognized me (as a sex offender) because they might remember me from the police web site or newspapers. I don't know how the courts can pretend this law does not penalize sex offenders. It is a daily torment for me. Did Duncan deserve his daily torment? Sure, if you hold him to the standards of a "normal human living in a normal society." But a normal person wouldn't do what he has done. All we accomplish with Megan's Law and community notification is the creation of conditions for further tragedy, blinding ourselves to the real problem. These people aren't reformable, they're broken. A frustrated broken person eventually tries to break the machine they cannot fit into. Statistically, crimes of this sort are on the rise. Those who commit them generally have a history of being abused in some fashion themselves. People like this aren't just born. It's easy to think that way, to draw a simple line which separates us from them, but in truth there is nothing more than a fuzzy smudge to represent where they begin to deviate socially from others, and some black spots in their past where someone warped their development by abusing them. Doug calls them "monsters" and "filth", which is valid from the majority's view, but obscures the truth. We're creating these people. We've created a society awash in violence and sexual objectification of youth, one of uncaring parents ill-prepared for kids, parents who must focus on money rather than their children. It's a society of people without the slightest understanding of social responsibility because they have no connection to any society other than the one shown on their televisions and the devastating emptiness of their own family. We made Joseph Duncan. We're the responsible parties, you and I and all of us. Don't believe me? Go to Victoria's Secret and answer this: how old are these models? Flip through the pages of any grocery store beauty magazine and consider the ages of the women you see in ads for skin care. How old are the main characters in violent video games? What, almost to a film, is the backbone of any Hollywood blockbuster today? Sex and violence as power. Better yet, just make a bet with yourself for how long and in how much lurid detail the media will cover this case and shove it in the faces of every viewer. We gorge ourselves on it, and then call foul to cover our own sick fascination. "But wait," I hear you cry, "he had a choice! He chose to do these terrible things. He's responsible, not I." This line of reasoning requires a further acknowledgment for your position: there are people out there right now, walking around free, capable of committing these same acts but choosing not to. And on a bad day, they'll choose to harm, just as Joseph Duncan did. I'd prefer a society where people are not capable of harming children like this, wouldn't you? A society where it's not a choice, because it's an action people wouldn't even consider. They consider it because it is part of their culture, and this brings it home to you and to me as active forces within that same culture. Don't misunderstand: I'm not advocating banning sexed-up advertising, or placing restrictive laws on movie content, or censorship of any form. The more you hide something, the more desire you create for it. Censorship won't work. But neither will the "Hang 'Em High!" of the Old West or the complacent naivete of Ike-Land. We need to face up to our own responsibility. We are society. We are the ones who can continue to say this is acceptable as a substrate for our existence or who can work to slowly change it. If you have kids, you might start by paying more attention to them, and explaining all of this even if it's difficult, even if you fumble. Ignoring it won't make it go away, and they swim in it every single day. Teach them of the goodness of family and love and even (gasp!) that sex is not dirty, not violent and is definitely not power. Most importantly, be a shining example. If you don't have children but want to be a parent, you might start by waiting until you are more capable of raising them properly, until you are mentally and financially stable and understand the above concepts yourself. You might start by acknowledging that yes, we do have a problem. You might start by getting your own fascinations with youth as beauty and violence as power in line. It starts with abused children and poor parenting. If we end those, we end all of this. My own emotions say the same thing Doug says: this guy is "filth." But if we think of it in this way, we'll never see the real problem, of which we are all a part. Until we see the real problem, we'll never get a real solution. And a real solution is the only option left. Waiting In The Sky 6/19/05 15:16 - permalink - email - category: Incantation It's a near full moon tonight... gigantic, yellow, hazy. Nights like this, you can almost see the footprints out there. While out walking, or peering out the window of your house, do you ever think about this? There are human footprints on the moon. We've been there. We've left machinery and the all-important flags behind. We've brought pieces of our planet's sole satellite back with us. They're here, and we can hold them in our hands. Look at it now, if you're at a spot in space-time where it's dark. Look at it tonight if you're dayside, and think on this: we've been there. We have the capability to leave our home planet. We have the ability to create whatever futures we desire. Knowing this makes all our ignorant posturing here on Earth over unknowable answers provided by competing superstitions seem base and classless, doesn't it? The exploration of our home universe sounds much more wonderful as a chosen path. Mythology Personified 6/5/05 23:32 - permalink - email - category: Incantation I've always felt awe reading Joseph Cambell's works. Titles like The Hero With A Thousand Faces, The Masks of God and The Power Of Myth (with Bill Moyers), or The Writer's Journey by Christopher Vogler (based on Campbell's writings) always leave me in a much more centered and capable state. The idea of myth as foundation for our lives is one which, for me, has unveiled itself as essentially true over time. On the surface of it, the theory looks good and you can feel it fit itself into an easy explanation of your history. But as experience in life and love and being sentient in our universe builds, it's still easy, and it works to explain what otherwise might seem unexplainable. It's similar to breaking language down to the logic of its symbolic components. Myths, of all varieties, provide a base framework of continuity and context. They both build our lives and interactions and are created by those same situations. The details change for each protagonist: unwed mother, aging rocker, introverted geek, Zen nihilist, struggling writer, Luciferian, progressive Christian, lost addict, vegetarian, capitalist, communist, rich man, loyal friend, kept woman, pre-meditated murderer, peace keeper, husband, wife, ad infinitum... but the essential mythic structures in each life will be of similar form. It's why being human means we're more alike than different. It's why people can't understand the details of a life, but can empathize with the difficulty or joy of a situation. There's the trick; there's my incantation: look beyond your details. See the shape of your life and how it relates to the shapes of others. If you can convey the shape of it, the myth you live and live by, you'll be able to connect with and uncover united meaning with everyone: the parts they play in your story, the roles you play in their own. Once you realize the mythic form of the stories you tell yourself, the plot you write for your life, you're free to climb Mount Olympus. Mythic structure makes you human; it also fashions gods. Day Of Reason 5/5/05 00:01 - permalink - email - category: Incantation Wishing everyone an amazing day of exercising your birthright: use of the logical faculty residing between your ears. Have a wonderful Day Of Reason! This is an American holiday, but as the state of reason in the US has potential consequences for all of us, I believe worldwide participation is a must. And it's Cinco de Mayo to boot! To properly honor freedom and liberty, give some think-time to logically planning your revelry. Serious and well-crafted debauchery requires mental effort, so today is the perfect fit. Responsibility 4/11/05 00:38 - permalink - email - category: Incantation I am responsible. For my actions, for their impact, for righting those actions if their impact is not what I intended, for my life, for the world. My place in this universe is the sole responsibility of one person: me. The kind of world I live in also belongs to only me. How could it be otherwise? With so many people on the planet, how can this be? The cumulative working of billions of individual actions creates the world. By taking responsibility I actively and consciously shape the effects of my actions. These actions affect others and shape their actions in response. More importantly, I shape the actions of those who do not consciously choose their path. There's the key- consciously choosing your path. Think for just a moment- how many people's live do you affect with every one of your smallest actions? When you purchase/don't purchase the meat, when you start the car/when you ride a bike, when you flip on a light switch/when you dine by candle light, when you take someone else's word for it/when you learn something new, when you hold your tongue/when you speak up and out? Once each of my smallest actions has flown from my hand, how does it unfold? Am I the architect of animals suffering in mills by the millions, paying for their continued mass use as food products? By driving when I could walk or bike, am I engineering the socioeconomic situations producing suicide attacks by airplane? When I place my faith in the hands of those who would dictate right and wrong, am I blindly following tradition rather than a course which makes sense now? By not speaking up do I share responsibility for the actions of talking head politicians in a post-literate culture? Think for another moment- how is your life affected by the mere thoughts become action of people you do not personally know? Here is my definition of activism: envision the world you would live in, bring it into focus, define it. Compare it against the one you currently inhabit. What needs to change? Start changing it. Work down the chain from the largest features to the smallest actions needed to make them real. Begin with the smallest actions and keep working until where you're at looks like where you want to be. Activism means practicing what you desire. It means communicating the instructions for how to change in a thousand different ways to a thousand different kinds of people. It means creating incentives for others to change even if they don't understand the reasoning behind it. It means explaining the reasoning behind it. It means explaining the reasoning behind it again. It means proving your assertions. One way to do this: walk the walk. When you don't fall down from doing so, others will start walking with you. It means sharing your vision of the world with everyone you come into contact with. Not forcing it upon them... sharing it. It means carrying the world with you, always. It means never stopping until your work is done. All living organisms require constant support to continue. A world, like dreams and lives and clear thought, is a living organism. Activism means never stopping, because the work of caring for a living organism is only done once it is dead. Be Something Extraordinary 4/1/05 09:00 - permalink - email - category: Incantation Just after the Eve's midnight on 31 December 2004 the title of this post leapt from the aether. It promptly set up shop in my skull as if it owned the joint and has been tearing down pointless walls for three months since. Mundane life hums and pops along, small voltage in a small circuit. High voltage, dealing lightning from each hand in a feedback loop with the universe itself, flying threads of energy whipping back around on me in regenerative charging cycles... that's what I want, that's where I'm going. Be something extraordinary- my credo for the new millenium. We credit rockstars with powers and abilities outside the norm in Western society. They occupy a special plane all their own, and the rules don't apply to them. It's seen as a desirable position, overlapping "genius," "president" and "priest" to varying degrees, but with more hip-swivel. When we flatten our pre-conceptual walls we see it's not musicians alone who qualify for rockstardom. Writers, scientists, photographers, architects, actors, movie-makers, programmers, chip-designers, activists, chefs, child-rearers, linguists, artists, bio-engineers, astral travelers... rockers all. A rockstar is anyone who creates something and does it not just well, but so well it's outside the bounds of common experience. You are not a rockstar because you take a pretty picture. Or because you wear your inner life on your sleeve for all to see, turning whatever situation is at hand into an avenue of self-promotion. You are likewise not a rockstar because you persevere under the injustice of the world. Martyrs are, after all, failures. And failures, no matter how spectacular, do not qualify for rocker status. You are not a rockstar because you can convince people to look at you. Any fool can do that, and will find people don't honestly see what's right in front of their faces and the shallow attention doesn't satisfy. There is a difference between the image and the item. Don't pretend to the throne, be the real thing. Being a rockstar is about exactly that: being. People look at you precisely because, as a rockstar, you're something amazing. While it results from the holistic effect of your actions, it's not something you can consciously do... it's something you are. With Western culture mired in mediocrity, hypocrisy and outright fakery, rockstars in all fields are more needed than ever. Banality is to be had in plenty and is collapsing under its own weight, a weight great enough to take many of us down with it. Creative acts are the natural domain of rockstars, with self-directed evolution the ultimate creative act. Can rockstars remake the world? Rockstars, my friend, are the only ones who can. Be something extraordinary. |
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