Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Don't Say You're Sorry


He predicted, I remember, that human slavery would come back, that it had in fact never gone away. He said that so many people wanted to come here because it was so easy to rob the poor people, who got absolutely no protections from the Government. He talked about bridges falling down and water mains breaking because of no maintenance. He talked about oils spills and radioactive waste and poisoned aquifers and looted banks and liquidated corporations. "And nobody ever gets punished for anything," he said. "Being an American means never having to say you're sorry."

Hocus Pocus. Written in 1990.


I know of two people that predicted the future.

Kurt Vonnegut and E.O. Wilson.

Friday, February 24, 2017

A More Sympathetic And Insightful Observer Of Human Beings

I literally (just kidding - forget I used "literally") just finished Ben Yagoda's Memoir and something strange happened near the very end.

Reading along, taking in some facts, marveling here and there, contextualizing periodically,  when all of a sudden I come to this:

"That is in part because she is a better writer and a more sympathetic and insightful observer of human beings than..."
and I hurt.

"Ouch" I monologue.

I think it was the, no, I know it was the sympathetic and insightful observer of human beings part that made it go in the bone.

I figure I am a pretty shitty writer right now but after reading this little ole sentence, I hurt because I figured that maybe I am a pretty shitty human being right now because I am not a sympathetic and insightful observer of human beings.

Walking to the library to return the book I monologued and tried to justify:

I am shitty at a lot of things: husbanding, parenting, guitar playing, singing (especially singing), electrical wiring, money earning, running (except from cops), hygiene upkeeping, anger managing on Rhode Island/Massachusetts highways, and so much more...

But I keep trying. I told myself.

And, as George Carlin said upon recounting that he never fucked a ten but that one night he fucked five twos, I think that outta count.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Our Psychological Selves



Follow along:

So Trump has rescinded Obama’s guidance on transgender bathroom use.


RACHEL MARTIN, HOST:

Federal law prohibits sex discrimination in public schools. Last year, the Obama administration interpreted that to mean transgender students should be allowed to use the bathroom or locker room of the gender that they identify with, and they put out federal guidance to schools to reflect that. Many conservatives saw it as federal overreach.


This “overreach” led to this:


SEAN SPICER: The president's [sic] made it clear throughout the campaign that he's a firm believer in states' rights and that certain issues like this are not best dealt with at the federal level.


Later in the interview I latched on to this:
 

MARTIN: At the same time, you know, when this guidance came down, there were these charges of federal overreach and especially conservatives saying this is a moral issue and this is now the federal government telling me how to understand an issue that I think of in religious terms.



STOP.

This is interesting.

Think about this, people view sex and gender in religious or moral terms. Fascinating.

Morality, be definition, requires objective truths. I was taught that objective in this sense means that x is true no matter what people think or say or do. Think 2+2=4 but for moral statements.

Now the indicting of religious terms here clearly means that these truths come from god.


Circling back, we are to believe that sex and gender are handed down from god. Binary.

Remember from above 

… transgender students should be allowed to use the bathroom or locker room of the gender that they identify with…

Identify with? Your sex and your gender are handed down to you and god doesn’t make mistakes.


Thesis: This completely ignores the fact that we are psychological beings. Because humans are psychological beings, sex and gender are identified with…and malleable…and influenced…and AMORAL.

I have fun with this in my psych class via this Louis CK bit about starving. 

Humans have a terrific set of homeostatic mechanisms (i.e., physiological [god given]) to balance eating and weight but…psychology factors in and people become overweight and obese and morbidly obese.


Why aren’t the god given mechanisms enough? Why do we become obese to the point of unhealthy?

Especially if we aren’t psychological beings subject to influence?

Maybe the question is: why is psychology a factor for weight gain but not for gender identity?


Do you know of a good argument for the denial of our psychological selves?

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Naturally



If you want to differentiate between nature and wild, be my guest.
I have made a few enemies in my life stating that there is nothing unnatural. This truth is so obvious and yet so ire inducing to modern paradigms.
Be that as it may, I do like to take a walk in the woods or on a beach… and separate myself from the present dins and whatnot.
So I did, with my two sons, on president’s day.
And it was glorious.
I got the idea the morning of president’s day as I knew my wife would be out all day and I would have to come up with things for us to do.
So when it became apparent that my youngest wasn’t going to nap as he yelled “papa” for what felt like eight hours, I coated, hatted, and gloved them up and told them “rule number one for walking in the woods”:
                Stay close to papa
On the drive there I mentioned rule number one again and quizzed them.
                Stay close to papa

We get there and my oldest darts off like a dragon fly in heat.
Rule number one might as well have been cruel cummerbund for all he cared.
Of course he finds himself in a pricker bush and I have to get my little guy to come back and I ask my eldest “are you in no man’s land?” I extricate him from the prickers and most of the remainder of the walk was spent avoiding the bear-claw like horror of the prickers. Never mind that the path is about six feet wide in most areas and the prickers only lie at the edges.
My youngest won’t be three until the end of march but he was such a trooper: running to catch up, never complaining, and being an all-around joy with his curved, brittle walking stick.
My oldest was inquisitive, excited, and steered clear of those prickers at every turn, straightaway, and reverse.
So maybe I don’t think there is anything unnatural. Maybe you do. When you find a square circle, let me know.
In the meantime, I’m going to walk in the woods with my boys, naturally.





Friday, February 17, 2017

How Many Your Lips Do?



I have to share this.

Why?

Because I laughed my ass off.
At 5 in the morning.
With no coffee in my system.

I had started Bill Bryson’s A Walk In The Woods a few days back, based upon Stephen King’s list of recommendations at the back of his On Writing.
Thoroughly enjoying the book I decided to heed my 5am alarm last Saturday morning and, instead of playing guitar in the basement, read at the dining room table as feet of snow awaited shoveling outside.
Soon thereafter I was laughing so hard I was worried I was going to wake the tots. Just howling in the light of the dining room with the rest of the house cloaked in darkness and silence.
Bryson is so very funny and is so because he is so unassuming in his voice. 
The book is simply about his experience hiking the Appalachian Trail, most of it done with his childhood friend Katz.
Read on and try not to laugh:
 

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

In What?



As new England recovers from feet upon feet of snow
I cannot dig out, it seems, from the/a trauma (a subjective term I accept) that is my past
A recent past? Or a past from long ago?
Or a past that forever flows like a river in the present?
For a trauma/present/de facto life/existential crisis that never ceases?
Faith might be what I need...
But in what?
In people?
Seems a dicey prospect at best given my knowledge of that species...
What else to put faith in?
Maybe not people in the plural but her in the singular.
Sigh, the whole is greater than the sum of the parts but is the person greater than the people for a faith-in test?

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

March!




“I’m not a smart man but I know what love is.”
            -Tom Hanks, pleading with Bosom Buddies costar Peter Scolari

Well smart is a relative term as we all know and we all know about Marches on Washington. 

Only a few of us smart people know about Fredric March’s portrayal of Matthew Harrison Brady (based on William Jennings Bryan) in the movie Inherit The Wind.

A must see I must say.

Back to marching. So now, Scientists are going to march on Washington.

Some people think this is NOT, repeat, NOT, a good idea.


Or at least, there are some cons to scientists marching on Washington. But you have to admit scientists marching on Washington is better than cons marching on Washington. Our cons are in, not on…

I kid. Sort of.

Well science is a dicey thing at best and in our (wink, wink) post-factual world, hasn’t science been taken down a peg? Or 100 pegs?

I say that science is a dicey thing at best because of one of my favorite phenomena: cognitive dissonance (CG).

In a nutshell, CG happens when a person feels discomfort because they hold contradictory beliefs or holding a belief and committing a contradictory action.

[in Jules Winnfield voice] Example?

Believing and espousing (to children) that cheating is wrong, but doing it (on your taxes)
Believing that you die but espousing eternal life

Et cetera, et cetera.

What does this have to do with scientists marching on Washington or Tom Hanks?

I’m saying that science isn’t the be all end all…to humans. 

We are a kooky species and while science is great, it won’t necessarily change beliefs.

Consider this little thought experiment:

Jack Scientia espouses that 2+2=4.
Jack Scientia uses science to inform the world of such.

Now, Jill Contraras comes along and says that if you believe 2+2=4, your soul will burn for eternity.

Which one you gonna believe?

Not so simple is it.

So should scientists march on Washington?

Do you think it will change Trump’s mind [sic]?

Reminds me of a few lines from Woody Allen’s Manhattan



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