Sunday, July 21, 2024

Unready Fingers

A gift of God
May sear unready fingers.
—Earthseed: the Books of the Living 
Parable of the Sower, Octavia Butler

I got thrown back off the TBI cliff again. Grief has won the day, and most of last night, and looks to be the prime contender for the foreseeable however long. I do not love this, and at the same time I do not trust myself to make big decisions right now. Grief makes a whole meal out of helplessness, and to dine at that table is to party with Despair, something I have no interest in. 

I miss Georgia. 
I miss talking with her, and I miss seeing her, and I miss reading with her nearby.

I can’t get the words on a Philosophy page to weave into concepts. They just sit there, being words, silently wondering if I’ve figured out how to pick the lock yet. I haven’t, of course. I can digest the news headlines after a few minutes of thinking about them, and then wish I hadn’t; it seems like a waste of effort.

I feel useless.
And so I make tea and walk the dog.
I chop up the cooled chicken and add avocado and red onion and tarragon, then take a nap because I’m too tired to eat, and I didn’t have any appetite really anyway.

The air is muggy with a not-yet storm and I wish it would either rain or move on.
Even the climate feels helpless.

Only baths and tea make sense.

Saturday, July 20, 2024

Some an Hundredfold, Some Sixty, Some Thirty

All that you touch
You change.

All that you Change
Changes you.

The only lasting truth
Is Change.

God
Is Change.
Earthseed: The Books of the Living
The Parable of the Sower, Octavia Butler

There’s a break in the rain this morning, and the day is warm with a cool breeze. The furnace blast of the heat wave seems to have been washed away by the storms.

My Disability Days seem to be nearing an endpoint; it’s been a long time since I lost nearly a week to neurological issues and suffering. The suffering ended yesterday, and today I seem more able to think and read and write, even though only for short periods at a time with naps and meditation in between. I’ll take it.

The CrowdStrike outage on Friday didn’t impact me personally as much as the neurological chaos; I was already scheduled to leave after scrum in the morning, and so the Blue Screen of Death on my laptop didn’t impact much of my work. The outage seems to have been a wake-up call to the industry, though I’m not sure they have enough of the necessary perspective to be able to implement any new-found sanity. We’ve been living by the motto of “moving fast and breaking things” for so long that the treadmill’s whiplash pace seems to have run away with us. 

I’m dogsitting again for the coming week, and I have all my tools — food and books and electronics, oh my. I don’t know that I will be able to do much Philosophical reading before the meeting on Tuesday morning; I’m still having trouble getting the phrases to match up into a concept and engage with the meaning of the text. For some reason it’s still easier to work with data, which feels like building a lego as opposed to oil painting. 

Politics feels like a chapter in a near-future science fiction novel, and when I sleep I wake up wondering if I dreamed the latest headline. 

Friday, July 19, 2024

Subjugation through erosion of believability

“This constant lying is not aimed at making the people believe a lie, but at ensuring that no one believes anything anymore. 

A people that can no longer distinguish between truth and lies cannot distinguish between right and wrong. And such a people, deprived of the power to think and judge, is, without knowing and willing it, completely subjected to the rule of lies. 

With such a people, you can do whatever you want.”

—Hannah Arendt (1906–1975)

Monday, July 15, 2024


“In the end, civilizations perish because they listen to their politicians and not to their poets.” Lithuanian artist Jonas Mekas

Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Beyond "Growthism"

The UN General Assembly released a report calling for a human rights-driven economy, and I'm here for this.


Describing the current economy as centered on a "growthism" model,  Special Rapporteur on extreme poverty and human rights, Olivier De Schutter, essentially says that capitalism is a crime against humanity, echoing the cries of GenX and everyone after.

Monday, July 1, 2024

Good morning

“Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put on K.P.”

Tuesday, June 25, 2024

The Greyhound, the Inquisition, and the Witch

In 1233, a papal bull (sort of like a Tweet for the Middle Ages) by Gregory IX established a new branch of the inquisition in Toulouse, France, to be led by the Dominicans. It was intended to prosecute Christian groups considered heretical, such as the Cathars and the Waldensians. The Dominicans eventually evolved into the most zealous prosecutors of persons accused of witchcraft in the years leading up to the Reformation.

This led to the Church organizing bands to ferret out those who were practicing heretics, and within a century the Spanish Inquisition is roaming the hillsides, looking for people behaving badly. In the area near Lyon, for instance, the Spanish Inquisition visited a shrine to St. Guniefort, the holy greyhound who was known to cure sick children. The Inquisitors questioned the community who all spoke of the intercessionary powers of the spirit of the dog, who had been mistakenly slain by the lord after protecting the lord's infant son from a snake. The Inquisitors explained how this was heresy, and waved their fingers admonishingly, and said they would be back in a year's time and that they expected improvement, or there would be dire consequences. When they came back a year later, the townspeople all said "of course, no, there is no Saint Guniefort, what a silly idea," and the Inquisitors wrote their report, satisfied that the Holy Church was back in charge of canonization. The Inquisition succeeded when common people acknowledged and followed the Authority of the Church. While the Inquisition is notorious for torture, to the point of being synonymous in modern times, the point of the Inquisition was not to kill those who disagreed, but to induce them to agreement with Authority, to toe the line. 

In the fourteenth century, Pope John XXII issued a papal bull (sort of like a Tweet for the Middle Ages) declaring heresy an act and not just an intellectual crime, and in the late fifteenth century, the oft-heralded Malleus Mallificarum was published, delineating three degrees of criminality of witchcraft--slight, great, and very great--and witchcraft generally came to be seen not just as evil but as demonic. 

By the time Martin Luther nailed a bunch of posts to a Church door (sort of like a Tweet Thread) and ushered in the Protestant Reformation (1517), the idea of heresy in the was deeply interwoven with the idea of evil, specifically the demonic practice of witchcraft. It had transformed from a tool of conformity to Papal authority into a tool of neighborly popularity. In the seventeenth century, neighbors condemned each other, and the traveling Star Court would hear the charges. While charges flew widely, the countercharge of slander proved a powerful foil, not only to getting the charge of witchcraft thrown out, but in finding the accuser guilty of harm. Those who could afford an attorney to bring countersuit were summarily successful, while those against whom witchcraft charges proceeded were often tortuered for confession and put to death. The countercharge of slander positions one's identity and one's standing in the community as a material possession which can be damaged. For widows and those of little means, there was no possibility of securing representation, let alone being able to afford a countersuit. Therefore the poor, ederly, and widowed were most likely to face the charges and suffer punishments of the Star Court, up to and including being burned at the stake, a sentence that has come to be synonmous with the witch trials and with neighbors killing those who don't conform or are otherwise unpopular, troublesome, defiant of authority, or outspoken.

One hesitates to think that neighbors believed the accused were, in fact, powerful witches, warlocks, or sorcerers. They were treated in demeaning and physcially rough ways that would have induced a person to marshal whatever power they had to stop the abuse, supernatural or otherwise. It's a bold colonial who would lash a genuine witch to a post and then stand nearby lecturing her if they believed she could command the forces of hell. By contrast, in Ireland, there is no witch craze during the early modern period. No charges of witchcraft were leveled, and no countercharges of slander were filed. It's almost as though those in the area most known for both a genuine belief in magic and with a long history of defiance of authority (both papal and regal) had little use for making either into a crime, let alone making the latter a crime in the guise of the former. 

Enter pragmatism.
Pragmatism comes to us from William James, the father of American psychology, and James Dewey, follwing from Pierce's writings. Essentially, the Pragmatist holds that we know a concept by the way people treat it. The common example is that we know a flag is a flag if you run it up a pole and people salute it. Thus, if we were to lash a teatowel to a pole and people saluted it, it seems that the pragmatist would say "it's a flag" and that it became a flag when it was saluted. By extension, it seems to me, that, for a Pragmatist, a person becomes a witch when, once lashed to a pole, people set her on fire. Pragmatism seems to be the philosophy of identity through conformity, and I'm not sure I dig that.

This sort of walking-the-maze backward level of understanding conceptualization and identity unerpins a lot of cultural problems, including the Social Gospel (a person is righteous because they are well off, and the more wealthy they are the more righteousness they possess) and the Protestant Work Ethic (that labor is proof of personal goodness and that personal industriousness is the key to a prosperous life) both of which problematize poverty as evidence of personal moral failure.