Thursday, October 04, 2018

Dear White People

When I think about #BlackLivesMatter #BLM one thing I always say is - white folks should really consider trying to find ways to support, participate or just speak on it if they can find a way and feel they resonate. After all - when you think of it - naturally black lives probably already DO matter to most black folks. So therefor it's really important that a lot more white folks maybe do some soul searching and try to be exemplify "[being their] brother's keeper" to coin an old Biblical phrase: that is to be ever more sensitive to and behave more honorably and faithfully towards their brothers and sister among other races. I hope not to offend anyone with it - but if I do offend - that's OK. Maybe lets discuss it off line if you feel sensitive. Maybe we can both learn something. Rather not turn this into an angry thread though. :) This is a comment I made to someone from a long discussion we have been in about the white race. Just some food for thought:

"Yeah - it's good to acknowledge the unique and contumacious horrors the race has committed and it's often perverse character. It's not the same as condemnation. Actually - I'd argue what WOULD condemn a member of a group that committed atrocities is the opposite - things like denial, a lack of contrition or what have you. I always like to point out that God didn't apparently give up on Cain after he killed his brother. He is still talking to him at that point. What sends Cain 'East of Eden' (what condemns and exiles him in other words) is his denial and contumacy - this "I am not my brother's keeper" business. What kind of a white man would I be if I ignored the suffering my race has produced? What kind of a man, if I denied the cruelty to which men have subjected women historically? What kind of a German would a German be for instance if he denied the Holocaust or sought in any way to diminish it's significance or the brutal role the culture had in the chaos of that age? It's not about self-loathing. Quite the opposite. It's about redemption. To acknowledge these things isn't to say that to be white is to be bad. Maybe some people believe that. maybe some white folks have some self loathing. That's not what I would promote ever, but yeah be real about history and justice and stand up for it."

Thursday, May 05, 2016

Prayer for the Southern States - video slideshow

Here is a slideshow I through together just because I loved the sound of the prayer in the midst of the nature sounds.  I meant to make the audio recording purely as a memory aid.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

E Ink vs. The Red Book








I was thinking about getting another digital ereader for the family though I am somewhat ambivalent about it.  I'm considering a B&N Nook Glowlight. Here is my need: I have boys that often need to read some form of literature which exists in the public domain so long as we are willing to forego the wonderful substance made of wood-pulp which feels so lovely between the fingers to dog-ear and scribble on and bookmark and even to smell.  Additionally it can be helpful even to buy an expensive E-book in a format fairly impervious to the degradation and limitations of time and space.

The next best thing to paper books for reading might not be a phone or tablet.  Think of the glare, the poor battery life, the aesthetic clutter, the distractability of the operating system, and the fact of the discomfort of even the lightest varieties of these during extended reading.  The E Ink readers I think are much better for reading because their batteries last long enough to put on a shelf in the library like any book, and they read much more like paper.  Yet there are terrible weaknesses.  Some of my interface design gripes deal with the fact that annotation is still a terrible experience.  I'm much better served by actual margins on physical paper which I can dog-ear, flip through, bookmark, tag with post-its, highlight, scribble on, sketch on etc. much more naturally and efficiently- though not in a way that is searchable.

In the future, improvements maybe made here.  Imagine being able to study a text from a computer and annotate and bookmark and tag in detail and then to later reference those details from your E ink reader.  Imagine scrawling a lasso and diagram in the margins of an e-book from your E-ink or phablet display and then to be able to tag those scribblings from your computer.  Imagine desktop software capable of optionally pulling Chicago Style citations along with a text snippet for use in your essay from a book which you primarily read the first time from a Nook Glow-light E Ink display.    Imagine easy, ubiquitous and standardized annotation capabilities delivered from a centralized cloud based platform, the augmentation of stylus based annotations and other fine touches can be imagined by cleverer people than me.

The question is - will E ink readers ever be a great experience?  I think they can be but there doesn't seem to be a lot of interest around doing this stuff profoundly better than we are doing them right now.  Considering the savings and the base utility - it's a worth-while trade off in many ways so I think in my own case I'll get one soon after agonizing about it.  It's a shame we seem to be stuck in a plateau of interface an machine design on these E ink readers.  It reminds me of the phone era just preceding the introduction of the iPhone.  The hardware was all there- we just needed Steve Jobs to deliver us from the Egypt of terrible interface design.  Steve - if you are listening - somewhere an E ink product manager needs a good muse!!
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There is a part of me and a part of my culture that feels like E ink will never compare to a book.  When I think about this - trying to be impartial and just, I would say this: it partly depends on the book.  To give an extreme example, I just received "The Red Book" by Carle Gustav Jung the other day which I ordered from Amazon and an E ink based divice would be hardest pressed to ever deliver an experience comparable to the magic and wonder of parting the pages of that bad-boy which weighs about 8 pounds.  That book is printed on "two different special types of paper" with library quality materials (see from about minute 19 in the first lecture found here from gnosis.org). The spine of which is partially hand-bound in Italy so that it takes 6 weeks to produce a printing.

Here is a moment I like a lot in the introduction of that book written by one of Jung's colleagues which by way of description gives us some insight into how it is that some books especially must be obtained and admired as material artifacts in order to be appreciated fully:
Tina Keller, who was in analysis with Jung from 1912,  recalls   that Jung "often spoke of himself and his own experiences":     In those early days, when one arrived for the analytic   hour, the so-called "red book" often stood open on an   easel. In it Dr. Jung had been painting or had just finished a   picture. Sometimes he would show me what he had done and   comment upon it. The careful and precise work he put into   these pictures and into the illuminated text that accompanied   them were a testimony to the importance of this undertaking.   The master thus demonstrated to the student that psychic   development is worth time and effort. 122
While technically the art of the book can be seen in an ereader and to some degree appreciated, especially if it is a color e-reader yet that appreciation is a dim shadow from the scene described where the book itself has a vital dialectical force and influence upon the reader - even to the extent that it's physical presence in the room has a transformative effect upon the inhabitants - even the room itself.  As much as I admire- even fetishize technology - there is a dark side to it which for me is ever-present.  Simply put it is a dim shadow and a distraction away from - the natural and the authentic in some ways.  What it displaces - it can never fully replace and this is not a bad thing as long as that fact is fully appreciated.  Negatively, I thought just last night of modern connective technology as a kind of "glowing scatology" which we must dietarilly restrict ourselves from as if it were access to an endless supply of Haagendazs.  The kind of balance to be struck really I think is suggested by the modern prevalence of exercise.
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People have exercised throughout history but as modern man has slipped into a relatively more sedentary life-style exercise is less and less the dominion of athletes and enthusiasts and more the mandate of every conscientious citizen who wishes for fitness.  In the past, hoeing your row, building your house, riding your horse, washing your clothes or just walking from home to work and to wherever else would give you more than enough physical exertion to stay fit in many cases. 

Similarly as we use our phones to text our loved ones we must not forget how to look into their eyes or in using interceding and older forms of technology - at least call them on the phone or write them an actual real letter.  And the way to stay fluent with these more natural behaviors is to do them continuously, with frequency and with deep regard and consideration.  We can have our tech "and eat it too" it just requires a kind of deliberation that previously was rarely ever as necessary for most people as it is today - kind of like jogging.  The lumberjack didn't have to do it but the cubicle rat really should as much for his mental, emotional and spiritual as for his physical well-being.

That Red Book is available as a pdf sometimes on the web for free - I've pulled it down and have a copy.  However it's not the same experience.  There is a whole ritual involved in reading this red book in the large paper form.  In many ways it is a 'period' experience in which you travel backwards in time through many ages and stages of the book-publication process as well as through ages of the history of art.  The book is in German and is hand-written so that what I read is the translation, referring painstakingly to the corresponding pages in order to peer through the veils besides time and place - of language and culture.

Jung's interior world informs and enriches my own.  I think too - he was writing to me - don't author's search for their appreciators just as readers search for their a connection and relationship within the page, to their favorite authors?
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Reading the Red Book on a PDF is a bit like listening to classical music through ear-buds and - given the production character of the physical book, reading that physical book is more like attending a great orchestral performance in an exquisite auditorium.  The emotion, the power, the beauty, the warmth, depth and size of the experience - it's something incomparable.  The PDF - much like an audio CD of a Beethoven piece seems very true to the melody but not faithful to the fidelity of the original.  It's a sketch, a silhouette, a photograph of the loved one long to visit.  You want those too, but not the way you require the periodical glance and voice of the person.  You get the accurate fact of the thing but not the three-dimensional and motive truth of it.

His exquisite yet fluid and wild calligraphic style uncannily hearkens to many disparate bygone ages and diverse cultures besides his own simultaneously.  I have to clean the table carefully and make sure there is space and time for the experience - which is what it is - experience more than acquisition or product. I pour myself into the page and enter into a presence with the author and with times bygone and geography far-flung.  My children and wife have rarely seen it out since it's arrival because I need time and space for the reading ritual to protect both the book and state of mind.

While an e-reader can never adequately bookify a thing like this which is as much art as it is literature even removing the artistic embellishments we find that an E-Bible or E-Tao Te Qing or an "E-book of poetry can never experientially approach anything like a replacement of the physical counterpart.  In truth however - they can augment it the natural book.  Case in point, this blog post may ironically enrich a reader's appreciation of hard books and the Red book in particular.  In addition, augmenting my study of the Red Book by reading the PDF gives me some added freedoms and time with aspects of the tome. 

Modernity may enhance our lives very much as long as we are mindful of the aforementioned dark side.  In fact the crisis of technological abstraction can enhance our appreciation for life in a way because - just as this post does, it can draw us to reflections about the value and nature of things like visceral experience and personal human interaction - even of the natural world.  Authenticity and nature can allude us cleverly for a time but it is possible to relocate it if we are mindful and even to move deeper in our appreciation of our humanity in a way that unites us to all ages and definitions in a kind of handshake and nodding, affectionate glance with our neolithic primogenitors.

Tuesday, October 06, 2015

Ethan's Coming of Age party Saturday Oct 3 2015

So Saturday my eldest son Ethan had his "Baha-Mitzfa" (no - that's not a real word).  That is to say - he celebrated with friends and family becoming an adult in the eyes of the Bahai community.  This happens at age 15.  It's like a quinceanera only for both sexes. 

It was just so wonderful to have Ethan's friends over.  Also present were my mom and my dear friend Chase foster and Ethan's wonderful Baha'i friend Iman.  Also my sisters showed up and my niece Tabby showed up but they were late because there were other things going on that day.  Ethan's friendships seem to run deep and they are very sweet people.  I said a few words about his nature and the process of becoming an adult to those gathered, directing my talk mainly to Ethan's friends.  I talked about how Ethan is very intuitive and sensitive and told about how weeks before a surprise cancer diagnosis, Ethan told me he dreamed a huge vulture came down and grabbed his grandfather (mother's side) by the shoulders and flew off into the horizon with him.

I also played a recording of Ethan telling me about a dream he had one night in November of 2011 which anticipates the coming of adolescence.  Listen to it here - it's really delightful.  I asked the youth gathered "what do you think that frog means.  Do you remember the name of the frog?  Why would it have a name like that?  What does it mean?"  To her credit, one young lady shot her hand up and said "It's called an Infrog and that means it's like Ethan's 'inner frog'!"  Quite right!! Very Exciting!!  Then we discussed how, isn't that what adolescence is like? Just like in the dream you are discovering your inner creatures and they are all different and unique?  Isn't it just like that how like in the dream, some of these young men and women will get "carried away" and become lost in their life or as if captivated and kidnapped by that process of discovery, while others wonderfully learn as if how to name their inner self and to call on it and to command it and bring it to bear in the world? Isn't this dream wonderful and exciting, giving wisdom about what troubles to avoid and what wonderful discoveries and new powers to look forward to as you grow into adulthood?  There is tons in this dream but the kids were surprised I think and enjoyed this insight that Ethan's dream provided.  It was also wonderful to hear his young voice again before "the change" came, deepening the sound of his speech. 

Since so many of his non-Baha'i friends were there we decided he wouldn't have any kind of Baha'i ceremony that day but save it for a more intimate occasion maybe this coming weekend at my sisters home. 

Anyways I was really nervous about things going well on Ethan's birthday party and I had a nightmare the night before.  It was really important to me but everything just flowed really well and was really very effortless and filled with wonderful experiences and warm exchanges.  

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Thursday, August 27, 2015

A sweet time was had at The Promised Land (Charlotte TN)

At this historic site, in the midst of beautiful countryside we had excellent attendance from a diverse array of wonderful souls. This event was all about the youth and jr. youth and in the main, the adults sat back and enjoyed the beautiful show, involving an ecology and society themed original play by Yasmin(sp?) and quotations on the two themes of the environment and the unity of religious truth. We also had wonderful singing and instrumental performances. This experience was beautiful, warm and uplifting. We were extremely pleased to see Jackson youth show up. We would love to see them often including Kenny who I remember meeting at the recent Youth Retreat in Monteagle!
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Sunday, August 02, 2015

March 27th at Larry's house

What an awesome time it is always it Larry's.  I wanted to be in the picture too so I put my giant head in there as I took the picture - weird effect but at least everyone is there.  :


Saturday, June 04, 2011

raw, organic veggies


Most days as a stay at home pop, I try to do something grand for a meal. Meal-time after all is the most visually and viscerally obvious aspect of what a stay at home parent does and so it is my opportunity to express myself.

Often however- when I try to do a grand thing it doesn't work out because it isn't 'art for art's sake'- it is more art for the glory of the artist if you will. The intuition doesn't get involved.

Other days however, I don't seem to aspire very high at all but rather scratch an itch of curiosity or inspiration and the experiment is an effortless, addictive success. On such occasions I feel so gratified that I have fallen into the habit of capturing a photo - it is so easy to do so these days after all.

This large veggie dip platter marks one such occasion. As my boys were studying in the afternoon I prepared a snack large enough to last until dinner so that my wife could enjoy it as well and we could have a second whack at it after dinner.

I doctored up some home-made Caesar dressing with some extra olive oil and less base (recipes usually call for egg substitute or mayo - I use soft tofu) so that the dressing is sort of more oily and fragrant. I arranged carrots, cauliflower and celery (leaves on- makes it look nice- besides I have come to really like clean fresh celery greens since living in China where they think that is the best part of the celery anyway).



So it is an ultra-simple and common platter- but a few adjustments, the fact that most everything is organic and the dressing is a tweaked home-made infinitely superior ceasar dressing made this an attractive and addicting hit. Oh, and we preceded it an hour earlier with another innovation I came up with a couple of days ago- fill a glass with chunks of seedless watermelon, then pour blended seedless watermelon and ice (the result is essentially chilled watermelon juice) into the glass up to the brim. You wind up with chilled watermelon chunks dripping with juice which you wash down with more juice.

It's sort of the ideal way to drive a steak through the heart of a debilitating summer- watermelon craving.