Showing posts with label dharma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dharma. Show all posts

20210614

saladed

i didn't grow the splash
of apple-cider vinegar
i didn't grow the sheen
of olive oil i didn't grow
the garlic

the kale sown
the red mustard greens
the purslane cultivated
from volunteer generations cut
today behind the fence where
the rabbis watch
but i tasted them all

20140122

information wants to be meaning

just hours after i posted the foregoing rant-cum-list-of-information-wanting-for-more-comprehensive-and-thoughtful-rant, i stumbled onto headlines made from part of an Oxfam report released the same day: "Working for the Few, Political capture and economic inequality" and, by dint of following the footnotes to the trumpeted headline claim, made my way, carefully, past the Forbes list of the world's billionaires, to the Credit Suisse Research Institute's report, "Global Wealth 2013" (... from october).

we've got all our thumbs on the pulse of the cultural zeitgeist here at hellmarkpress!

(yes, we perform diagnosis by pulse, here. the cultural zeitgeist is a hungry ghost!)

from the forbes list i learned that no billionaire from the united states in the top one hundred overall was listed as working in government. (some did say "diversified").

and the credit suisse report is just good all-around reading, principally about the personal wealth -- net value (of the assets) -- of natural persons, approached a number of interesting ways. of note, the authors "estimate that there are 31.4 million . . . adults with wealth between" one and fifty million u.s. dollars, worldwide (and 98,700 persons whose net worth exceeds fifty million).

no doubt the further footnotes of the oxfam and credit suisse reports will offer more concerning wealth and income distribution in the u.s. and worldwide, and i will, in future, try to avoid the barrage of advertising over at forbes by not directing my browser to forbes, unless i must. in the meantime, i had wanted to share the serendipity of these timely reports, in case you are curious about the so-called one percent also.

tangentially: i listened to DemocracyNow!'s broadcast of certain poignant and portentous passages from the public statements of Martin Luther King, Jr., the other day, and did not have to go track down the full text, and recording, of his april 1967 address at Riverside Church, excerpts of which Amy Goodman had played on the broadcast, because someone had thoughtfully linked to it in a comment i was to read in an unrelated forum. you can find them here.

dn! also convened a respectful remembrance of Amiri Baraka, who passed away january 9.

20140109

ebenee-zing!-er scrooged



the good you do comes back to you

20131024

going through the barn door

The Cavilrests are a proud and stubborn people, or, I have been led to believe so by the assertions and behavior of the handful of Cavilrests I've known. That narrow perspective, though, would seem to undermine any general claims concerning all Cavilrests, as a class or collective, stretching to right here from all the way who-knows-where, way back who-knows-when. Who knows what qualities characterize that collection?

In search of the most primordial source of the ol' Cavilrest ancestral rage, I have been dabbling in genealogy. Dear Reader, there are a lot of ways to spell Cavilrest!


You might think it strange that a person, who earns his living patiently and carefully reading clients' documents all out of context on a screen in a document review sweatshop surrounded all day by babbling and braying jackasses and occasionally given instruction or secondhand-mania (or some combination) by crazy people, would kick back at night and unwind by patiently and carefully reading [some archiving or archived institution]'s documents more or less out of context on a screen in his home, and find it relaxing and rewarding. And you'd probably be right; I cannot explain it, although it is quiet, here.

The genealogy of the Cavilrests and Shorbeddes has been a passing interest of mine for some time, and I have dabbled before, though tending to avoid the commercial genealogy emporia and also avoiding the fantastic and fantastically-accessible research and resources of the Church of the Latter Day Saints so as at least to not be complicit in giving up everything I know about my family to the end-times soul-colonization program.

Nowadays, though, in light of the massive collections of all transmitted information by certain intelligence organizations (themselves well populated with LDS adherents, who, as a class are just right for responsible top secret positions, for their well known clean living, worldliness, and respect for authority), which will be subjected to various automated and personalized interrogations, perhaps minimized, and then stored in a mammoth facility in Utah (not to mention Google, Facebook, Apple, Amazon, and all the rest of the big-data collection and collation points) for whoever gains access to use to whatever ends they choose, continuing to not take advantage of the LDS genealogy resources would be just like that proverb about the door of that barn from which the horses have already departed.

I have found a lot of stuff - the richest and most consistent vein, so far, being the Quebec Catholic Parish Registers where Cavilrest is spelled sixty-seven different ways, cross-referenced with this map of the parishes - but have not gotten to the root of the ancestral rage. It stands to reason that those who packed up and left their wherever-they-were-from and sailed two or three months blindly across the north Atlantic, took the land they found on the other side by force and trickery from the people who inhabited it, cleared the forests and then farmed for subsistence for generations north of the forty-fifth parallel, likely started out with some rage to have undertaken such arduous trials in the first place. But I bet the not-really-subsistence farming didn't help, nor the fact that, however far away one may go, before long other people are going to show up there and subject one to their opinions.


My efforts have not attained the initial immigrant generations of the northern farming folk, though patient reading of the indices and registers of the Parishes has made some great strides toward definitive linkages with some of the already-established family genealogies of the region. Some of the Shorbedde progenitors can be found in the Ellis Island rolls, perhaps fleeing the poverty of the Austro-Hungarian Empire at the turn of the twentieth century - and just in time! (Their parish records - those I've found, in the old country - are in Latin). Other Shorbeddes can be linked to the lines published in a nineteenth-century (and now public-domain) genealogy of the Shorbedde line all the way back to George PraiseYeGod Shorbedde the first, himself. Yes, of the Braintree Shorbeddes.

Records within the United States, and among non-Catholics, seem to be far more haphazard than for Catholics in Quebec, or else sequestered behind that organization's damn paywall. Same result. So, to a significant degree, the QC parish record research is the low hanging fruit among the vast bulk of other not-yet-discovered ancestors.

Anyway, that's my status update. Carry on.

20130828

chillin' with rico and the espionage act way out on the dragnetwork

According to the Associated Press, the data seized from David Miranda's devices is being examined by agencies of the British government as part of an ongoing criminal, counterterrorism investigation about which, at a preliminary hearing concerning the seizure last week,  the representative of that government was ominously,
deliberately vague, telling the court: “I am not proposing to say anything else which may alert potential defendants here or abroad to the nature and the ambit of the criminal investigation which has now begun.”
Now, I'm no barrister, and so do not know the appropriate authorities under U.K. law. Naturally, I assume there to be rules of some sort that are more or less parallel to those major U.S. laws with which I am marginally more familiar. Of course not the Administrative Procedures Act or such, and obviously not those laws pertaining to health care (though the relevant accounting regs must be similar), but two laws pertaining respectively to organized crime and national security: RICO and the Espionage Act, both of which leapt to mind immediately upon reading the quoted passage.

Charging leakers, organizers, protesters, and activists under the Espionage Act runs straight down the center of the American Way. Also actual spies, sometimes, too, but America has that in common with all the community of nations. And RICO for the ramified dragnet. Again, too ignorant of British law to speculate.

But here, assuming our government combined the two in their increasingly overt war on press liberty, and, for the moment, disregarding any putative merit to any such charges (their merit would be utility, as we shall see, rather than, you know, giving force to the will of the congress as expressed in said statutes), consider that Manning was charged under the Espionage Act, Thos. Drake was charged under the Espionage Act, Edward Snowden is reportedly subject to a "sealed" indictment including Espionage Act counts. Espionage does not appear to be a RICO predicate. But trafficking in stolen materials does, as do other varieties of theft, fraud, obstruction of justice, copyright violation, and extortion, which might, however preposterous, be asserted.

Accordingly, a putative traitor conspires with two journalists to extract value ("asylum," fame, lots of stories, who know, a little bit more liberty? -- doesn't have to be true to bring the charge!) from copyrighted materials stolen through fraud and embezzlement from the government. Those journalists and Snowden involve Wikileaks, or persons once associated with Wikileaks and somehow still doing something Wikileakish under that name, the Guardian and the Washington Post . . . and the New York Times . . . and Greenwald's partner, who is detained apparently transporting those stolen materials across international borders from one conspiring journalist to another.

Now that I put it that way, I doubt they'd even need RICO, but as a sentence multiplier, where "conspiracy" would be sufficient catch-all. Maybe it would frighten the institutional parties (especially with that one institution's pending sale), and their editorial boards.

That story concludes by juxtaposing Greenwald's description of the seized data's heavy encryption with the government lawyer's assertion that the government had been able to examine some of the "highly sensitive" materials.

I sorta expect that, at the next hearing on Friday David Miranda('s lawyer) and Glenn Greenwald('s lawyer) are going to jump out from behind a hedge and submit evidence that there was, in fact, no data at all on the seized devices, although I cannot imagine what such evidence would be . . . the key to decipher the several entire devices filled with nothing but zeros? 'Course, I also expect the government to arrest Glenn Greenwald's lawyer and David Miranda's lawyer, and all the newspaper lawyers who show up for the hearing as conspirators.

And then we shall read no more about it, so won't have to worry til 0400 when the knock comes with the headbag and rendition for suspicion of being a material witness in connection with an undisclosed crime . . . or of being associated with suspicion of being a material witness in connection with an undisclosed crime.

I also also sorta suspect that ubiquitous surveillance, and the information architectures (of oppression) designed and yet to be designed to manage same, is the hotbed  (for enormous, secure, hardened, airconditioned, independently powered server-farm deep in a salt mine values of "hotbed") in which the future "god-like" artificial intelligence will first come to awareness and commence to bootstrappin' across the local geography and out to beyond comprehension. So . . . careful what you wish for.

20130819

toward a more panopticonscientious course

Jacob Applebaum, of reported Wikileaks and TOR fame or notoriety and advocacy of open development, gave a hell of an address about the surveillance state and "preference-based utilitarianism" at a CCC conference last winter, that cannot be recommended too strongly:



At the same conference, noted and notorious whistleblowers Jesselyn Radack, Thomas Drake, and William Binney serially narrate their ordeals and ideals after exposing secret government power, Enemies of the State:



Hmm. This one seems to be the official YouTube posting for the event from CCCen, promising an entire additional hour, which begins circa 1:23:00 with panel responses to audience questions and comments, which could easily fill that span.

20130206

the jewel of the international proletariat revolution resides within

Two interesting articles on the subject of envisioning a postcapitalistic world.

In Occupy Buddhism, or Why the Dalai Lama is a Marxist, over at the Tricycle Magazine website, Stuart Smithers contemplates a confluence of Marxism and Buddhism, encouraging engaged Buddhists to consider becoming conversant with Capital and Finance in theory and practice in order to inform their Buddhism and better engage with "the real."

I think it is important to say that Zizek and cultural critics increasingly see differences between East and West dramatically diminished as Asia has been absorbed by global capitalism.  Asia might be the geographic origin of Buddhism, but the distinction is of little importance as the world becomes modern, Westernized, and the hegemony of global capitalism has become total, worldwide. So it is not surprising that Zizek would maintain that Buddhism globally is becoming Western Buddhism—and increasingly functions as a fetish that ultimately enables the status quo to maintain its continuing control, dominance, and expansion.
If Buddhism is finally about liberation from ignorance and errant views, both individually and collectively, then we might consider studying not only what we are but also the culture that invisibly influences and dominates us. Quite apart from advocating any alternative to the current system, we may discover sources of suffering and new patterns of desire and ignorance that are embedded in our actions. The study of capital would quickly become the study of suffering and false consciousness. The study of capital and the revelation of the conditions for what we might call an “emergent communism” could supplement our contemplative approaches as the movement of the real


In The Red and the Black, over at the Jacobin Magazine, Seth Ackerman actually does envision something postcapitalistically transformative: the socialization of finance.

The lesson here is that the transformation to a different system does not have to be catastrophic. Of course, the situation I’m describing would be a revolutionary one — but it wouldn’t have to involve the total collapse of the old society and the Promethean conjuring of something entirely unrecognizable in its place.
At the end of the process, firms no longer have individual owners who seek to maximize profits. Instead, they are owned by society as a whole, along with any surplus (“profits”) they might generate. Since firms still buy and sell in the market, they can still generate a surplus (or deficit) that can be used to judge their efficacy. But no individual owner actually pockets these surpluses, meaning that no one has any particular interest in perpetuating or exploiting the profit-driven mis-valuation of goods that is endemic under capitalism. The “social democratic solution” that was once a contradiction – selectively frustrating the profit motive to uphold the common good, while systematically relying on it as the engine of the system – can now be reconciled.

I find myself arguing with aspects of the former article (and many of the commenters thereon), or with some of the arguments of others which Smithers presents and addresses, and sort of hopefully struggling to actually grasp the structure proposed by Ackerman and its implications. Of course, Dear Reader, I claim no expertise in any of the relevant fields: I certainly am no economist, Marxist theorist, Buddhist hagiographer, radical Occupier, rock-star cultural critic, or significant participant in the American Sangha. Both articles remind me of Martin Heidegger's The Question Concerning Technology (more), as many things frequently do.

Meanwhile, I'm reading a biography of Nikolai Bukharin.

20121216

xmas.sux.vol.7: golden frankenstein smurph!



xmas sux vii: golden frankenstein smurph!

1. the negatones christmas card greeting - the negatones
2. rock the jingle bells (ll cool j v. tuborg julebryg jingle) - thriftshop xl & dj BC
3. menehune santa - larry rivera
4. white - negativland
5. noel avec un coer casse - venable, kermit & beaubassin cajun band
6. christmas time again - "crybaby" walter stone & the tradewinds
7. 1967 special (excerpt) - the beatles
8. peace piece - bill evans
9. away in a manger - mahalia jackson & percy faith
10. do you hear what i hear? - john gary
11. the heart sutra - so-and-so's partner
12. bounce of the mirlitons - dj BC
13. i am god - the 180 Gs
14. go tell it on the mountain - jim neighbors
15. rockin' around the christmas tree - brenda lee
16. oro, incienso y mirra - dizzy gillespie
17. christmas day - harry belafonte
18. new year's day - tom waits

shoutouts to andy cirzan and dj BC

20120917

duali-tease

dharma books read, 10;
time spent in sitting practice,
none: bodhi svaha!

20120629

burgherdom


dear reader, i bought a house, and will be moving from the fourth floor apartment facing this busy intersection in the city to a detatched home surrounded by a lawn on a quieter street not far from a suburban metro station.

i know. and, yes, that also.

it is true, dear reader that, barely coherent mass of contradictory values and impulses that i am, i have not concerned myself with evaluation along the hip-urban / boring-suburban spectrum in some time, focusing instead on scraping by at something a little nearer the subsistence survival threshhold with respect to indicia of modern capitalistic successful adulthood while trying to aspire to certain likely-unattainable ideals.

i did happen to learn by chance, while looking for houses with a former significant other (and her real-estate-agent friend) within the past year, that, to my amazement, i might be able to buy one myself . . . although i still hear that mortage broker's glowing assessment of our individual and several mortgage-worthiness with a tinge of the same sort marketing tones in which a beautician might tell a plain customer that with a little work she would be beautiful.  anyway, at that time we found a house and then, more or less immediately, more or less amicably, broke up.

simultaneously, indeed perpetually!, there was tenants association business afoot -- properly characterized, lo these many years, tenants association business describes a consistent low-level rear gard action against various landlord and developer volleys and sorties punctuated from time to time by eruptions of all-out, life-or-death struggle, while striving (and mostly failing) to maintain a clear view of the terrain and "battlespace" and bolster morale among a confused and undisciplined company of poorly-equipped and not-entirely-invested irregulars (in two languages). i was something like a colonel: the colonel of truth, although rank didn't mean much among the files. in negotiations with the enemy i was generally bad cop to another colonel's good cop, under the benign and free hand of the general.

these days there is a sort of armistice, but it is fragile and not particularly well understood by the parties below the executive level. the tenenats are on fairly strong ground and surrounded by a palisade of legally-binding agreements, which do, however, stipulate some inconveniences for all involved parties over the course of ensuing years. specifically, the landlord will both renovate the building (relocating every tenant to a comparable dwelling and subsidizing any rent differential during renovations and then moving each back) and then maintain the building in perpetuity as low income rental housing.

i did not want to move twice and end up no better off for it: same location, rent increasing again and earning me nothing, still an officer of the association, and not particularly fond or trusting of the landlord and its minions (or most other association members).

so i started looking for one-bedroom apartments in the neighborhood and quickly learned that a month's rent (per a lease undertaken in 2012) in an apartment in the city would cost more than the monthly payment on the mortgage note contemplated last fall.

i got a referral to Alan Bruzee and Yvette Chisholm at Long and Foster in Rockville (Alan is the son in law of a friend: the nicest, most effusively-appreciative and enthusiastically-engaged little old lady in the world!), and, engaged to go see some listings the next weekend, sent them the following:
My list is kind of long, but mostly out of ignorance. I have been using the RedFin mobile app to search listings for detached houses south of gaithersburg (and White Oak) under $300K (but, $250K would be preferable), and tending toward four digits in the square footage (though I find that number often-misleading and therefore confusing). While there are a lot of listings, a preponderance of them note "pending." Among those remaining are a broad array including estate sales, short sales, public auction, and various references to third-parties, banks, tear-downs, and as-is's and other daunting terms: I'd prefer not to immediately have to replace the fusebox and the roof. 
In general I've focused in Rockville along the train tracks, where several houses along Lewis St., and in the neighborhood beyond, seem modestly plausible, and across the swath from Viers Mill over toward Hyattsville. I like the idea of a couple listings in Takoma Park, or near it; there's what looks like a lovely little house on Sligo Avenue; and one or two extravagant outliers down in Fort Washington which appeal for plausible proximity to the river. 
But I don't have a great sense yet of what my money might get me. In comparing listings, I find some turn-ons, as it were, and turn-offs and several consistent considerations, foremost among which is the commute. For a car, driving into the city is the certain to be dreadful from any entry point, so I have a strong preference for living within a reasonable walking distance of a metro station or high-throughput bus route. 
Turn-ons: AC, W/D, dishwasher, potentially-comfortable sunroom/patio zone, parking, an environment amenable to supporting  a satisfactory illusion of privacy (also, although I can hardly cook, some of those kitchens look magnificent!);
Turn-offs: HOAs, restrictive covenants, neighbors homes looming through windows, used carpet everywhere.
i then appended my top ten listings from the despised redfin app, by listing number and street address.

that weekend Alan walked me though an immense amount of paperwork before taking me to see four houses not among those listings i had provided . . . and, after some deliberation, i made an offer the next day on the second of those four.

which offer was accepted and thereupon began a month of scurrying to gather, scan, print, sign, scan and transmit paperwork, and consulting with inspectors, and scanning and transmitting more paperwork, culminating today over at village settlements where a settlement attorney with the thoroughly entertaining and amazing bedside manner of a vaudvillian comic, walked the parties through signing yet another immense amount of paperwork, so that i hardly even noticed handing over the cashier's check for almost all of my money - the largest single payment i have ever made, the handover of which i would expect to make a great impression but, instead, is lost in the wash of signatures and jokes.

after the title attorney indicated the deal had been consummated, the seller said something about a ghost, then stopped short, turned to his real estate agent, and asked, "Is that a statement-against-interest?", to which the agent replied with a grin, "It's too late, the deal's done." Thereupon the seller told an unsatisfying (after that introduction!) anecdote about a supernatural solution to some plumbing problem, that devolved into some practical discussion of certain idiosyncrasies to the property.

i came away with keys to a house still containing all the staging furniture (and an appointment for that furniture to be removed by the stager, and a hastily-executed agreement concerning liability in the event the people removing the staging should be injured during that appointment). i went to that house and sat there for a while before returning to my apartment to get on with the packing.

and then this infamous storm came through.

20120510

elaborative encoding (echos tofu-novum everville)

Pursuing a story on competitive memorization, science reporter Joshua Foer explored ancient and traditional mechanisms of memory, and modern theory, and then exploited them to win the 2006 USA Memory Championship.
Once upon a time this idea of having a trained disciplined cultivated memory was not nearly as alien an idea as it seems to us today. Once upon a time people invested in their memories, in laboriously furnishing their minds.
In his address to a TED conference, Foer effectively presents some of the rich .history and tradition of the "memory palace" technique, to which I once elliptically referred while destructively writing in this space, and explains that the key to remembering is
to take information that is lacking in context, in significance, meaning, and transform it in some way so that it becomes meaningful in light of all of the other things that you have in your mind.
Here, Joshua Foer presents "Feats of memory anyone can do"



How I elaboratively encode twenty different ten-digit phone numbers into evocative and lurid images populating the piles, passages, and meager furnishings of my squalid digs, though, I still don't know.

20120426

wendell berry!


Transcript of Berry's remarks is available here. A couple samples:
But . . . we are no longer talking about theoretical alternatives to corporate rule. We are talking with practical urgency about an obvious need. Now the two great aims of industrialism—replacement of people by technology and concentration of wealth into the hands of a small plutocracy—seem close to fulfillment. At the same time the failures of industrialism have become too great and too dangerous to deny. Corporate industrialism itself has exposed the falsehood that it ever was inevitable or that it ever has given precedence to the common good. It has failed to sustain the health and stability of human society. Among its characteristic signs are destroyed communities, neighborhoods, families, small businesses, and small farms. It has failed just as conspicuously and more dangerously to conserve the wealth and health of nature. No amount of fiddling with capitalism to regulate and humanize it, no pointless rhetoric on the virtues of capitalism or socialism, no billions or trillions spent on “defense” of the “American dream,” can for long disguise this failure. The evidences of it are everywhere: eroded, wasted, or degraded soils; damaged or destroyed ecosystems; extinction of species; whole landscapes defaced, gouged, flooded, or blown up; pollution of the whole atmosphere and of the water cycle; “dead zones” in the coastal waters; thoughtless squandering of fossil fuels and fossil waters, of mineable minerals and ores; natural health and beauty replaced by a heartless and sickening ugliness. Perhaps its greatest success is an astounding increase in the destructiveness, and therefore the profitability, of war.
. . .
That we live now in an economy that is not sustainable is not the fault only of a few mongers of power and heavy equipment. We all are implicated. We all, in the course of our daily economic life, consent to it, whether or not we approve of it. This is because of the increasing abstraction and unconsciousness of our connection to our economic sources in the land, the land-communities, and the land-use economies. In my region and within my memory, for example, human life has become less creaturely and more engineered, less familiar and more remote from local places, pleasures, and associations. Our knowledge, in short, has become increasingly statistical.

20120411

virtually dumped :(

Once, a woman in my class dumped me, quite gently, via email, although we'd never undertaken any activity together nor communicated much beyond exchanging copies of lecture notes (which, in itself, within the law school milieu, may seem like something akin to courtship behavior), and further, hadn't even done so much as that in months:
Dear Oomph,
Because you bring out my weirdness, and my weirdness is problematic for me,
I'm afraid we'll have to have some time apart. It's not you; it's me. Sorry.
Cathy Crazed
I, more or less impotently infatuated with another woman, was stunned. Had Cathy Crazed really thought there was something between us? How had Cathy Crazed thought this? Had I in any way encouraged it?

20120227

to win fluences


102 word submission on who or what influenced my direction in life as requested by alumni magazine editors for the spring issue via alumni affairs mass e-mail, unprinted.

The two influences that most fix my position, as a hungry,
variously-credentialed vortex of statistics and transactions with
the capacity to
generate and move capital
in American modernity, are

the Commerce Clause of the U.S. Constitution,
by operation of which, over the past century,
(we the)
citizens have been rendered mere
consumers in the language of policy, and

Advertising, which gives
(we the)
consumers the miracle of perspective, teaching us
how to evaluate the relative merits of things
and be free. Hallelujah!

Existentially, an agent of doubt, I’m influenced
by Saturn, Neptune
and Mercury; politically: Uranus. Thanks for
the opportunity to share.

20120223

distinguishing variation









there is of course always
first and foremost
Beauty,














appreciable to most any of those
strange head-scratching primates

with all of their wild gesticu- and articu-lations,
all their maladapted incarnations

be they






20120219

seven ways of looking at a [redacted]

much of what i know
about how little i know
i learned in his sphere

cut class to play chess
where's the black queen? if it was
up your butt you'd know

those authorities --
did you whip an egg at 'em?
whatever. later.

i have never seen
anyone pass out with his
eyes open but [him]

and, need i mention
the absurdly tumescent
half-ounce-a-pop joints?

and all the music
genre-bending bric-a-brac
and stinky, the cat!*

what the fuck is that!?!
strong walls make better housemates
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?!