January 2008 Archives

Sign the petition.

Downloadable logos and images for t-shirts and signs (scroll down to get to the English versions), or make your own: white flags, Colombian flags, and/or flowers...

Not a surprise:

Dutch decline

English has overtaken Dutch as the city’s second language, according to a study published by the Free University of Brussels in January. Some 35% of city residents claimed to know English, but just 28% knew Dutch. When the survey was first conducted in 2000, Dutch had the edge. The number of Arabic-, Turkish- and German-speakers has also declined, whereas Italian- and Spanish-speakers have increased. The study's publication coincided with news that Zaventem, a Flemish suburb of Brussels, had introduced a law letting only Dutch speakers buy or sell property there. Officials claim the new rules will preserve the area's “Flemish character”.

Mike reached up and patted this sign to remind me to slow down. :-) I'd asked the class why I'd gone off on a particular tangent....it related, but I had to pause for a moment, back up, where did I begin? How did I arrive where I was? What was the point?!

I came across the sign near the hallway trashcans on my way to class and I thought it was too perfect to pass up: not for them, for me! I've a good feeling about this group, based on how assertive they were during the first and subsequent activities. We laughed a fair amount. And - they took the material seriously. Minds at work. I like.

At some point, they'll be designing some webpages. In the meantime, I'm using the space to post lesson plans and track our progress.

Any day now, students will start to post their first self-analyses of a decision-making process. They've been asked to make a real decision - to attend or not attend a protest in Boston against the FARC who occupy part of Colombia. (FARC is the organization responsible for the kidnapping of friends of a friend - close enough to touch me. I decided to be affected; I decided to care, to act, to do the little that I can do.)

from The Spymaster, a report on the US Intelligence Community by Lawrence Wright for The New Yorker (January 14, 2008).

Ed Giorgio, a security consultant who worked at the N.S.A. under [current Director of Intellgence Mike] McConnell, and who is the only person to have been the nation's chief code breaker and its chief code maker, said, "Early on, Mike had what many directors of the N.S.A. have near the end of their tenure -- that is, an info-sec epiphany.

Giorgio warned me [reporter at large Lawrence Wright], "We have a saying in this business:

'Privacy and security are a zero-sum game.' "

I [Wright] asked McConnell if he believed that Al Qaeda was really the greatest threat America faces.

"No, no, no, not at all," he said. "Terrorism can kill a lot of people, but it can't fundamentally challenge the ability of the nation to exist. Fascism could have done that. Communism could have. I think our issue going forward is more engagement with the world in terms of keeping it on a reasonable path, so another ism doesn't come along and drive it to one extreme or another. And we have to have some balance in terms of equitable distribution of wealth, containment of contagious disease, access to energy supplies, and development of free markets. There are national-security ramifications to global warming."

Talk about hitting the big time! Pepsico definitely scores with this one:

Here's another bit, The Making of Bob's House, with some explanation and more promo - for Pepsi (of course) but also showcasing the American Deaf community. :-)

And - a statement from the National Association of the Deaf.

Palestinians burst from the confinement of the Gaza Strip and what's the first thing those Muslims do?

from Earthseed (Parable of the Sower):

God is Power --
Infinite,
Irresistible,
Inexorable,
Indifferent.
And yet, God is Pliable --
Trickster,
Teacher,
Chaos,
Clay.
God exists to be shaped.
God is Change.

I met David in the department computer lab yesterday. "So, you don't believe in authenticity, do you?"

Nice to meet you, too! :-)

Of course I do. Authenticity is, for me, an experience not a label, a lived moment of phenomenological alignment when the energies that compose "me" merge in concordance with the energies of a situation and other involved persons, ideas - the context. I think of "peak experiences" and the experience of "flow."

My authentic moments usually won't match anyone else's, in substance or in timing - everyone will experience their own authenticity distinctly. This is why shared moments are so powerful (hmmm, which is why I am so interested in them as events with the potential to change reality - see problematic moments - and so drawn to them personally as a source of incredible nurturance. I want more!)

As I muse on this, I think there may be two "categories" of phenomenological authenticity, one that is dialectically structured and one that is dialogically intentional. The former is reactive to social structure (see a negative example of coming into alignment based on a valence (intra/interpersonal attractive force) to soak up a certain strand of environmental and communicative dynamic interaction) and the latter is empowered, coming from a deliberate and conscious turning or utilization of recognized valences into a force that acts back on the dialectical conditioning.

(btw - I'm in a thick swamp attempting to distinguish dialogical from dialectical. Neither process has control over the outcome, but to subsume "dialogue" under "dialect" is to accept a singular structuration for all of human society. No, thanks.)

I have two images in mind. :-(

One is a poster I came across in Palestine calling for a boycott of Israel. The image is a hand dropping a coin into a helmet that is already full of money.

The other one is a photo of a small boy urinating on the helmet of a soldier.

So, Hamas pissed on Fatah, and Israel pisses on Hamas. Meanwhile, the world watches.

According to the Sears Catalog Man, one has to be "gnarly" to live a long life. Besides the fact that my genes do not come from extraordinarily long-living stock, I was informed that I am "too intellectual to be gnarly." Hmm. The freeonlinedictionary defines gnarly as "having or marked by bends or angles; not straight or aligned." I am rather far from straight and there have been plenty of bends and angles in my life! Not to mention many many instances of non-alignment, as in reacting out of joint. Point being? I think there is hope! :-o

In the midst of Boston yesterday to pick up the Wanokip, I heard Boston on the radio..."It's been such a long time..." Indeed! What a joy to confirm that the lyrics to this classic rock song from the days of my literal youth still resonate.

That tune was followed by Jackson Browne, another poignant blast from the past: Stay.

That was yesterday. Here is my poetic offering for today :-)

Trends converge, a trajectory takes shape.
Yesterday's sun sets on the lake,
Wednesdays were so good!

Embedded - at last - in a web I can feel
Heart set strong on an even keel,
New moons rise full.

After Dachau, Daniel Quinn
A Child’s Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas
Museum of Islamic Art, State Museums of Berlin Prussian Cultural Property
Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson
How to Think about Weird Things, Theodore Schick, Jr & Lewis Vaugn
The Singing Life of Birds, Donald Kroodsma
Memory is the Other Language of Light, Rax Rinnekangas
Cities in Flight, James Blish
The Voice of the Earth, Theodore Roszak
A Wrinkle in Time, A Wind in the Door, A Swiftly Tilting Planet, Many Waters, Madeline L’Engle
Honky, Dalton Conley
Crazy Horse and Custer, Stephen E. Ambrose
Letters to a Portuguese Nun, Myriam Cyr
Dzelarhons, Anne Cameron
Child of Her People, Anne Cameron
The Sacred Hoop, Paula Gunn Allen
Zami: A New Spelling of my Name, Audre Lorde
Playing in the Dark, Toni Morrison
Aquarium Fish, DK Publishing
A Call to Conscience: The Landmark Speeches of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr
Snow, Orhan Pamuk
Writing Down the Bones, Natalie Goldberg
Aloft, Chang Rae Lee
Soldier, June Jordan
Vasistha’s Yoga, Swami Venkatesananda (assigned by Enoch Page)
Jayber Crow, Wendell Berry
Eleanor Roosevelt, Vol 2, Blanche Wiesen Cook
Atatürk: The Rebirth of a Nation, Patrick Kinross
The Secret Life of Saeed, Emile Habiby
Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom, Christiane Northrup
Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now, Maya Angelou
Hawks in Flight, Pete Dunne, David Sibley & Clay Sutton
Loose Woman, Sandra Cisneros (autographed by the author)
The Skull Measurer’s Mistake, Sven Lindqvist
Origami Bridges, Diane Ackerman
The Carnivorous Carnival, Lemony Snicket
Comstock Women, Ronald M. James & Elizabeth Raymond (editors)
Wounds of Passion, bell hooks
The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse, Louise Erdrich
The Hour of the Star, Clarice Lispector
In the Wilderness: Coming of Age in Unknown Country, Kim Barnes
Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen (analyzed by Zizek)
Lifting Belly, Gertrude Stein
Cloudstreet, Tim Winton
American Indian Myths and Legends, Richard Erdoes & Alfonso Ortiz (editors) (critiqued by Hymes)
Small Wonder, Barbara Kingsolver (Prodigal Summer)
In the Presence of Fear, Wendell Berry
Native Family, Edward S. Curtis
King Arthur in the East Riding, Simon Armitage
The Me in the Mirror, Connie Panzarino
Angel’s Town, Ralph Cintron
Women without Class, Julie Bettie
Purchasing Power, Elizabeth Chin
Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich
The War on the Poor, Randy Albelda, Nancy Folbre & The Center for Popular Economics
Freaks of Nature, John Callahan
Do What He Says! He’s Crazy!!! John Callahan
Half and Half, Claudine Chiawei O’Hearn (editor)
Notes of a Native Son, James Baldwin
Indian Killer, Sherman Alexie
A Window Across the River, Brian Morton
Illywhacker, Peter Carey
All About Love, bell hooks

Music: shantel – inside

Guilty as charged. :-/

A friend last night told me that that approximately 80% of what I write makes sense, but there's 20% when I lose her. That happened somewhere in the middle of reading yesterday's post. We hypothesized: boring? Lack of transition or context? Possibly, we mused, I wander too deep into my own mind, and simply do not make the links apparent - such writing is then "not a finished product," which can throw a reader off or away from the communication I attempt.

A few days earlier, another friend caught my systemic misspelling of Colombia and let me know (for which I am grateful, thanks). I was using the US version, Columbia, which refers to a different place and (obviously) invokes a much different context. Less obviously, but nonetheless apparent to a close reader, is what such a basic mistake reveals about me as an outsider. Just now, I'm up for a bit of self-chastising, as a pithy reviewer of television coverage of the US presidential campaign quotes Mark Twain:

...somewhere he said that “only presidents, editors and people with tapeworm have the right to use the editorial ‘we.’”

Dang. The thing is, I invoke "we" deliberately, as an act of membering, an attempt to constitute belonging. I started doing so, consciously and with intention, at last fall's second Dialogue under Occupation conference, which took place in Abu Dis, Palestine. I want to insist on a base level of togetherness among everyone who has participated in either of the first two conferences as a foundation for a community focused on tangible changes in entrenched institutional systems. There is no reason not to extend the boundary of "we" to include peace activists and change agents in Colombia and elsewhere in the world. The trick, as I was able to articulate a week or so after the conference, is to name violence without doing more.

Did you follow the link? I suspect this could be one place where I lose readers. Yesterday, for instance, I referenced a graduate level communication seminar on Language as Action and Performance. This link is not as straightforward as the one above concerning how we need to stop talking violence into inevitability. You have to notice, in today's instance, that the link feeds to a whole category of posts that I have related to each other through the label Language. Geez, even as I am explaining this (to myself as well, grin) I can see how much labor I hope you are willing to undertake. :-/ (Sorry!) The thing is, I am trying to work an epistemology, and I am still learning how to convert true beliefs into knowledge. (Another friend informs me that real philosophers limit the object/referent of "epistemology" to propositional knowledge, thereby excluding the how. My exposure to the term via pedagogy (education) and sociology will not allow a separation between the process and the outcome. Anthony Giddens' structuration theory describes this merger, and his distinction between practical consciousness and discursive consciousness explicates the interaction between "the how" of coming to know and "the what" of knowing.)

Giddens postulates a dynamic interplay between "practical consciousness" (tacit, take-for-granted knowledge) and "discursive consciousness" (knowledge/reasons that can be verbally articulated) as social agents reflexively monitor and rationalize their activities/practices. Practical consciousness is emphasized to a greater extent in this process, however, since it is linked directly with the casual mastery of routines....

In addition to the theoretical precepts which I am actively attempting to put into conscious and deliberate, "performative" action, there is the whole unique history of me as an embodied human being with particular experiences of social life and relationships. As much as I try to think "out from" myself as a person with agency to influence events and meanings, I also attend "inward" to the ways I react and then respond to events and the meanings I make of them. The conditioned dialectical interactions are what I want to shift from the dominant external power of established structure to an internal force of dialogical interaction that both recognizes my freedom to move variably within a range and concentrate my energies on a specific structural feature where I sense possibilities for a turn from one trajectory to another.

As I watched myself (over the past few days) feel and try to articulate some humanity for the other side, for the enemy, I realized that I always do this. I did this two years ago when Israel began bombing Lebanon and many of my friends burst into outrage. Yes yes yes, the bombing was wrong and unconscionable. The reasons for the attack are not justifiable under any ethical rubric. And - to use words that demonize all Israelis by casually conflating the policies of the government with the individual choices of citizens is a language trap. I think the same dynamic applies to Farc. As awful, horrific and devastating as their actions have been on the nearly one thousand individuals kidnapped, and miserable and agonizing as the pain ripples have been, we - not a royal imposition, but a self-selected cadre of compassionate people - have to manage not to throw our resulting pain back into the world, even onto those who elicit it.

I believe we must learn to manage our own pain, because I have been guilty of acting mine out on beloved others and observing the devastating effects. Sometimes, the guilt and depression are overwhelming. In fact, being able to throw myself into a support network on behalf of a friend was a means for surviving a severe bout that struck the same day as I learned of Ana and Alf's kidnapping. Would I have devoted so much energy if I was not so desperately trying, myself, to survive? I cannot say. What I can say, is that - having done so - my commitment is real.

I'm receiving quite an education about Farc while learning more about myself as a participant in discourses. Two of Alf and Ana's friends have commented on my susceptibility to rhetoric. I need to be firm in my response although I very much hope we can continue to dialogue, even if dialogue with Farc is an impossibility.

First, Juan and Javier, No! It is not that I believe in the words as a reflection of Farc's actual intentions. I do know better than that. My initial info came from the wikipedia links posted at Thorny Days, not from any of Farc's own self-representations (which is not to assume the wikipedia entry wasn't originally made by a Farc member, however I do choose to exercise some trust that some compilation of minds with different political perspectives have checked out and contributed to the wikipedia entry). My view is more complicated, and my words are carefully chosen. I knew some of my thoughts were risky, but this is just it, yes? We live in risky times; how will we confront our own fears? How can we possibly manage our own pain?

Yesterday I began to read a book for my own dissertation research proposal: Stories in the Time of Cholera. The professor in a course I took last fall on "Language as Action and Performance" mentioned this anthropologically-based discourse analysis as a powerful demonstration of the power of language to shape horrific realities. The authors trace the institutional use of cultural reasoning to create and justify medical profiling,

"document[ing] the mechanisms through which denigrating images are generated through specific institutional practices and in response to concrete organizational crises, presented for public consumption, used in creating widely shared perceptions of people and events, and made the center of public policy" (2003: xvi).

I had not realized, before beginning to read, that the cholera epidemic was in Venezuela, and not too long ago (early 1990s). I was struck immediately by the rhetoric blaming Colombia (which is weird, since the Orinoco Delta is on the opposite national border, near Guyana). The deft analysis of the authors in showing how everyone's talk about the Warao and other indígenas contributed to 500 deaths is absolutely compelling and scarily discouraging - how can such deliberately de-personalized forces ever be countered? Through the framework of medical profiling, the authors show how the words and stories of politicians, journalists, and even health care professionals create a racialized tiering of sanitary citizens and unsanitary subjects, thus pre-creating the rationale for the co-constructed inevitability of failure to prevent the cholera epidemic.
What we are part of, HereAndNow - me as an absolute newcomer, and "you" (specifically any who have suffered because of Farc, and particularly those who know Alf and Ana) - is "The Talk" that will determine the parameters of possibility for the future. Now, I needed to know the depth of the pain and passion of which Juan wrote. The words were effective: I had nightmares of rape last night. I am absolutely grateful for the education and the respectful tone, despite the obvious upset triggered by my words. We all need to be able to say "the hard words," we cannot afford to run what Briggs and Briggs-Mantini describe as "the risks of leaving hard words out of the story" (xviii). So I hope none of you will stop confronting me on my misconceptions, ignorances, and even sheer idiocies. I cannot meet my own ethical standards if you do not insist on trying to shape them. Please do not let me off the hook.

At the same time, I believe how we characterize the real human beings who do make up the membership of Farc matters. I do not on any level agree with or condone their actions. But, let me just jump off on one of the starker facts: the forced conscription of eleven-year-old boys. Horrific, inhumane, unjust, yes. We can apply every epithet to that behavior and be correct. But what about those eleven-year-old-boys who have now grown into the young men composing some percentage of Farc's "armed forces"? They had to survive, didn't they?

How long and how persistently will we insist on punishing them for the fate they have had to live? Understand me, I am not excusing their actions. And - I refuse to put myself on some higher moral plane simply because I've never had to face the choice of killing someone or dying myself. Perhaps as an adult, now, I might, maybe, be able to take the ultimate stand and risk surrendering my own life rather than take another's. As a child? Who among us can honestly make that claim? I am sure there are some, I do not intend to diminish anyone with that bedrock altruistic clarity. In reality, though, I think those individuals are truly rare.

No, I'm not suggesting any kind of blanket amnesty. I am saying that we must invent ways of talking that maintain some acknowledgment of humanity on the other side. Evil, as Hannah Arendt has tragically explained, is banal. And, perhaps we are not all susceptible, and/or can even break out of it despite socialization. If there is this chance, is it not the best and most effective way to insert an intervention that might actually cause the larger dynamics to shift? Meanwhile, we - injured and afraid - must not forget the common core of human instincts from which any abuse of power emanates. I do not say we excuse; I do not even say we go so far as to forgive. I do say we must understand, and from this understanding forge a better way.

I've just perused several blogposts about Ana and Alf. They are obviously remarkable people, their cadre of friends a passionate force of spirit.

A professor in the Social Justice Program challenged me, some years ago when I was learning about the range of discrimination and depth of oppression of people with disabilities - in particular, struggling with issues of accessibility. How far do we go, she mused out-loud, to "limit" ourselves in order not to deny access to someone who couldn't be present (if for instance, someone wears perfume, or there is no ramp, or interpreters are not provided, or an activity requires the use of hands....) Her point was, the list is long, if we do everything to include everyone there will be nothing left to do. The matter of access is much more complicated than that reduction, but the sense of her point in context had something to do with the continual embrace of new struggles. I understood her thoughtful comment as a critique of my willingness to put energy toward "each new thing" and a question of whether shifting focus benefits social justice in the long run.

There is a danger of being overwhelmed by crisis, because there always is one right after another. The challenge is not to drop the previous struggles, rather, their lessons must be carried along into the new situation.

The lessons of previous kidnappings in Colombia are grim. The news headlines alone tell a discouraging story:

Efforts to Release Hostages in Colombia Stalled - an NPR radio commentary from two months ago, refers to an article printed in December: Bungle in the Jungle.

This appears to be a potentially pivotal time, actually, as Venezuelan President Chavez made a proposal just last week on behalf of FARC. Chavez has recently been negotiating the release of some hostages for some time (Fate Uncertain, January 1, 2008). Oliver Stone is even in on the action, upset after being invited to film a handover that did not occur. Just last week (January 10), two hostages were released.

My South American political knowledge is sorely shallow. I know Chavez came to power on a wave of working-class popularity, and has not made many friends among other governments in the region. He may also have lost some of his base ... ? Aligning himself with FARC no doubt has all kinds of implications and serves multiple agendas.

:-/

What I have gleaned so far is that hostages are usually held for years. :-( I have not watched the "hostage appeal video" from last summer; I am sure the conditions are lousy and the treatment inhumane. How could it be otherwise? :-(

All struggles that matter take time and involve many, many people. This isn't going to be easy.

Friends of my friend were kidnapped in Colombia over the weekend.

Maria Claudia popped up in chat Monday, "Today is a weird day," she wrote.
"Why?"
"Two of my best friends were kidnapped last night."
"Oh my god."

It is real. Violence creeps closer, no matter how hard we try to keep it at bay, no matter how thickly we deny that it could happen to us or those we love.

They were on vacation at a calm, quiet community along the coast of Colombia - their homeland - and took a boat ride with other tourists (a total of six were taken). Maria Claudia sent me a photo of the young couple, they look So Happy Together!

I've been keeping their faces in mind, envisioning them safe, imagining processes that will lead to their release. A pastiche of memories and associations float in and out of consciousness. The young man in Qabatiya, Palestine, who argued there is no solution for the Palestinians except to increase the violence until the world forces Israel out; the apparently base "human" instinct of aggression and need for power/control - and how this is exacerbated by constant and unrelenting exposure to the prosperity of others, and how we, the others, persist with our pleasures: intent upon our own islands of happiness amidst great suffering.

FARC. Sure, I know the acronym. Well, I've read it. Heard it. The Spanish acronym translates to Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia. The history of the group is complicated - associated with a communist movement and the illegal drug trade. FARC has been around since 1964; they are strong and organized enough to run an internal government (called a secretariat) with large-scale organizational strategy conferences, and have been involved in international peace processes. In other words, they are not just going to go away.

Their tactics are abominable, but their ideological goals are not - at least, if they intend to live what they say they seek, then they are in a weird bedfellow relationship with many contemporary peace activists and anti-neoliberal-capitalists. As I say, IF they are primarily motivated by "fighting against privatization of natural resources [and] multinational corporations," then these are aims shared widely. That they use paramilitary violence (while ostensibly arguing for its end), is qualitatively - but not necessarily substantively - different from the official uses of military (and other) violence sanctioned by democratic and communist governments worldwide. The "other violence" is less overtly horrific, but the violences done by policy are part of what FARC ostensibly says they are against. I'm hedging, here, for a couple of reasons.

1. I am just learning the blunt outline of the conflict, let alone any of its nuances.
2. If Ana and Alf are to be released, it will be because there are ways to talk with FARC, not only against them.
3. To talk with them means to allow them some benefit of doubt.
4. What kind of doubt? That there is a nobility buried somewhere underneath the deliberate and active use of physical, mental, and emotional terrorizing.
5. On the chance that those honorable intentions can be surfaced and given life in ways that alter the contours of the opposing sides,
6. with the hope that the conflict can actually shift, in order that
7. others may be saved through the prevention of future acts of violence and
8. the aspirations of the FARC community can be legitimately satisfied.

I cannot help but draw parallels to the situation in Palestine. Israel must withdraw. This is the physical and institutional fact. Israelis must move out of the only-always-temporary comfort of The Bubble, must surrender their attachment to the story/history of their own horrific victimization. We in the US must do the same regarding our intent to bolster our status regardless of the fate of others - especially those we know are different; those who think, feel, believe, and perceive the world on other terms than those with which we are most familiar.

We - humanity - must find a way for difference, plurality, and heterogeneity to coexist.

We went for a walkie-talkie along the Norwottuck Rail Trail...that is, we slipped and slid along the icy path in order to build our endurance for risk-taking and learn to better appreciate the stretches of life when we're not either numb or in pain. (Relaxxx!) The complaining game got started early, but only as a reality check on my propensity to plunge too deeply, a necessary caution as I commit moreself (that's, uh, myself and more combined, he he) to "a different kind of chess."

After ten minutes of philosophizing, we arrived at a juncture with a (back, dirt) road. My companion opted for the road more traveled. We carried on until finding another woody path without ice, and ventured along several short routes.





We continued on, eventually coming to the point of decision - continue deeper into uncertainty (as in, the inability to pinpoint precisely our location, while maintaining a general trust in the destination) or retrace the path (having accomplished half the duration of exercise set as a goal). We agreed to return. Enough, already, for today! :-) Once we hit the icy part again, ouch, someone's neck got tweaked. :-( Personally, I think its because someone was setting the standard for an academic paper Way Too High, as in St Peter being the only reader - a metaphor which to me indicates equating each act on earth with the ultimate judgment. Not so, I learned. If St. Peter is the only reader, then what is written, howsoever it is read, matters not at all. From complete and total accountability to absolute irrelevance in one metaphor! No wonder someone was so relieved to see that lumberyard signalling the end of the trail!





And, just in case I'd forgotten that I am not, really, always paying attention, he had to go and make a comment about the hood of my car. Hmmph!

Driving to the supermarket, he then tried to convince me that he had not enjoyed himself at all. He was not emulating the Jerry Seinfeld whining game. To accept this, I would have to recast our entire conversation in the same way this recut re-presents Mary Poppins as Scary Mary.

_____
ps - Hillary is looking good, and she and Barack both remind me of Dr. Martin Luther King: Remaining Awake Through a Revolution.

Google debuts knowledge project: potentially a threat to Wikipedia (check out their Commons), and also to the Earth Edition (h2g2) of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and Dropping Knowledge. Who knows who else out there is giving knowledge compilation a go. There is a whole genre of knowledge ecology that is quite fascinating.

As I myself become more convinced in the construction of knowledge as the only way any kind of knowledge is achieved, the importance of staying on top of how these mega-projects unfold increases. The first two promote the kind of so-called "objectivism" that has driven western science while hiding the nature of social construction. The second two may not draw attention to the fact of social construction but simply move ahead on the premise that knowledge can be built with outcome in mind.

I am relieved that some of my students this past semester are able to articulate this fact. I hope most of them "got it" at some level, even if they lack (as of yet) the language to explain what they now intuit. Who knows, maybe they all did, and some are just more reluctant than others to give me a clue! :-o

I learned about Paul Erdös today. A mathematician, he was "famously eccentric" and worked "with hundreds of collaborators," who generated a humorous tribute to him: a measure of collaborate distance.

There's no way I'll be in the running as any kind of eccentric, nor will I beat his record, but I wouldn't mind a vast range of collaborations. :-) Was just imagining work with Sangria Girl regarding turtles ... (!), not to mention exciting projects gathering steam in other parts of the globe and cyberspace... the headiness of possibility is an energy I'll have to monitor.

Of course, the God of Destruction and Regeneration will help keep me in check!

This was too.... what.... risky? an idea when I imagined it as a promo for a conference on communication hosted by my department - with the idea that the actual artifacts would be imagined and invented by my peers, cuz I wouldn't have the first idea about HOW to actually do it. :-)

I got the idea reading Pattern Recognition by William Gibson.

I learned about oscillations the other day... they're a type of wave (e.g., a radio frequency or mathematical function) ... I started out by puzzling how to interpret the English word into ASL....a type of rhythm...but not necessarily synchronous, it could be asynchronous... my teacher (LOFTS) explained the important feature of an upper range and a lower range that these oscillations demonstrate in the natural world. We usually see these on a graph, a very common one is a sine wave.

Now, my own personal project everytime I'm learning about a hard science, is to imagine if - and if so, how - that model serves in any way to illuminate social behavior. The deal with the wave (and no, we're not waving hello or goodbye (yet!) we're moving across space and time like an ocean tide) is this bit about the ranges. Two of them. The upper and the lower. So, at the peak of a wave there is a typical range of values, and just about all the time the peak is going to land somewhere between those values: not always at the maximum, but not always at the minimum either. Somewhere in between the two outer edges (heights, if you will) that mark the average height area where the peak will stop and turn down again. A range - not a set number! Not "the same" place, but a similar place, over and over again. Same at the bottom. Almost always, the nadir of the valley will go past a certain point (we could say depth) but not beyond another point. Not always to the furthest in the average range, not always to the shallowest in the range, but somewhere in between.

Already I'm thinking, ok, so let's take moods, emotion. Mine, for instance. :-) When I'm feeling happy, there is, in fact, a range of "happiness." There's a minimum threshold I have to pass before what I'm feeling qualifies as "happy," and it can go on for awhile until maxing out at the peak of exuberance. I don't always get to feel the most ecstatic, and I don't always get to just barely arrive, but if I'm feeling happy I've hit the zone of variation that all qualifies as happy. Being sad works the same. I've got gradations of mopey to mournful to deep grieving.

Ok, so what. BIG DEAL. Nothing new here, nothing unique! But let's say you then add some kind of periodicity to the fluctation of "ups" and "downs". Am I playing with psychology here? No doubt. But I haven't read or heard it, so as far as I'm concerned (!) this is stuff I'm figuring out on my own. (Ha!) I'm betting - besides the obvious hormonal cycles - that each individual develops their own kind of "rhythm" of emotion based on events and incidents, repetitions and aberrations in the daily phenomenon of growing up. This gets remembered in the body and - what do you bet? - was then, and is now, reinforced by language. Certain words, particular phrases, a turn in the conversation that mirrors the play of previous conversations: whammo - the emotional rhythm gets kicked in. For 'good' or 'ill', I'd wager. Equal Opportunity Emotions.

I know this is a wild idea. (Or, I assume it is a wild idea, 'cause I thought of it and people so often react to me as if I'm just a bit further out there...!) But what if the language of persons - using languages in a Bakhtinian sense - is based on patterns or rhythms of linguistic memory?

What if the "wave pattern" of our own emotional oscillations has

a) particular ranges at the top and bottom, and
b) a ir/regular periodicity?

What if language (that we take in, as well as that we put out) is the means of identification? Then, we're predisposed (perhaps) at certain times (in the periodic cycle) to 'hear' (interpret) certain phrases in particular ways, and maybe also to say things because 'it's time.'

"If speaking for someone else seems to be a mysterious
process that may be because speaking to someone does not
seem mysterious enough."

I'm reading an exciting critique which includes an exposition of frame conflict, The Conduit Metaphor by Michael J. Reddy, who relies upon

Schön’s dictum that frame conflicts are “immune to resolution by appeal to facts.” As he [Schön] says, “New facts have a way of being either absorbed or disregarded by those who see problematic situations under conflicting frames.” (Reddy 1979:285)

Reddy provides radical subjectivity as one example of a “frame” (what Berger and Luckmann call a “paradigm”), in order to illustrate the problem of what Schön calls “frame conflict.” A frame conflict is an alternative way of describing the communication dynamics of mis/understanding that occur when people who think through (as in “from” or “on the basis of”) different paradigms attempt to find agreement on a matter of mutual concern.

Posted today in my teaching/student-oriented blog:

Class won't begin for nearly three weeks, yet, but the mind already whirs...

"Obama received Secret Service protection early in the campaign after unspecified threats. It is not a subject his wife likes to talk about. "She doesn't allow herself to go there," says Valerie Jarrett, Michelle Obama's close friend, who says Michelle has not raised the subject with her. "It would paralyze her to think like that." Michelle's brother, Craig Robinson, who is the head basketball coach at Brown University, says the potential danger was one of the things he discussed with her when Obama began his campaign. "That's always in the back of everybody's mind," he told NEWSWEEK. "There are a lot of crazy people out there. But you can't live your life worrying about them."

Some Words of Martin Luther KIng, Jr:

"Even when pressed by the demands of inner truth, men (sic) do not easily assume the task of opposing their government’s policy, especially in time of war. Nor does the human spirit move without great difficulty against all the apathy of conformist thought within one’s own bosom and in the surrounding world… we are always on the verge of being mesmerized by uncertainty… We must speak with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision, but we must speak…A few years ago…it seemed as if there was a real promise of hope for the poor, both black and white, through the poverty programs. There were experiments, hopes, new beginnings. Then came the buildup in Vietnam, and I watched this program broken and eviscerated as if it were some idle political plaything of a society gone mad on war. And I knew America would never invest the necessary funds or energies in rehabilitation of its poor so long as adventures like Vietnam continued to draw men and skills and money like some demonic destructive suction tube…I knew that I could never again raise my voice against the violence of the oppressed in the ghettos without having first spoken clearly to the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today: my own government…we as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights, are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered…True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar. It comes necessary to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring…A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death…We are now faced with the fact , my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now… We must move past indecision to action."

"In the afternoon, everyone on the expedition was at the gully, sectioning off the site and preparing for careful collection which eventually took three weeks. That first evening they celebrated at the camp, staying up all night, and at some stage during the evening the fossil AL 288-1 was nicknamed Lucy, after the Beatles song "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds", which was being played loudly and repeatedly on a tape recorder in the camp.[8]"

"Lucy," as most of us know her, was named in two ways: a proper name - randomly assigned courtesy of The Beatles :-) - and a scientific name, situating her in relationship to other fossils in a theoretical structure. That theory has been created on the basis of a logic of relationships (time - by carbon-dating, and other paleoanthropological principles) which is largely deductive. Deduction moves "from general evidence to a particular truth or conclusion." In contrast, Mendeleev's theory of the Periodic Table of the Atomic Elements induced the presence of elements we didn't yet know existed, and even enabled the creation of man-made elements. This distinction between induction and deduction might be a way (?) of explaining the power of language as a force that creates and establishes meaning.

The title of Mendeleev's work states the relational quality of his theory up front and center: The Dependence Between the Properties of the Atomic Weights of the Elements.

"The strange new ordering of elements according to their properties and their atomic weight led to a series of conclusions. First, that certain properties occur periodically (hence the name), then that certain places in the table had to be left blank, for undiscovered elements."

(not that I have time for pleasure reading these days)

Lord of the Sky, Beautiful Forever, Always Smiling (except when she's not), and One of the Gods from the Indian Triumvirate joined me with my Crown of Flowers to mark the moment of perihelion.





If you're interested in following these things, a timetable of perihelions, aphelions, equinoxes, and solistices is posted through 2020. You'll have to decide if paying attention to such things makes one a pagan: "n. One who adheres to a belief system outside that of established Orthodoxy." Even though science has not proved the Gaia hypothesis, "that all living things have a regulatory effect on the Earth's environment that promotes life overall," science hasn't disproved it, either.

:-o

According to the astronomer-architect of the modern UMass Sunwheel, Dr. Judith Young,