Desperately Seeking Intelligent Conversation
Monday, October 17, 2011
Repost: The Undertow
My car got towed this morning courtesy of the Carlsbad Police Department. The reason: my auto registration is six months overdue and by law is susceptible to impound. I suspect that I'm not alone in my circumstances.
Six months ago it would have only cost me $60 to register my car. But six months ago I barely had money for food or gas. Now without transportation, I'm unable cash the check that I received yesterday a recent job, unable video that book interview and cooking demonstration next week. I don't know how I'll gather the funds to pay the multiple parking citations to reclaim my car and the late registration fees. All for the lack of a paltry $60.
I could have asked friends for that registration fee, avoiding all of this. But how many times have they already been asked by me or others they know. With other acquaintances in more need than myself, how is it even possible for me to ask?
Too old and overqualified, I've been unemployed for the last 4 years, scrambling for odd jobs and relying on the generosity of friends to make ends meet. When forced to scramble, unfortunate choices have to be made about which bills get paid and which ones don't. Yes, there have been good days, but they have since become fewer.
The begged question asks, "Why doesn't he just get a job?" I wait for an answer to another question: "Why are they unwilling to hire me?" Even a dishwasher position requires 2 years experience. Somehow I've joined ranks of the non-employed: unwanted and uncounted. I've "re-invented myself" and become an "entrepreneur." But in this economy, who would by my wares and services? Being an entrepreneur today is much akin to being a subsistence farmer or indentured servant. With car impounded, I'm not even that.
I look into my wallet, only to see four dollar bills. My checking account is overdrawn. The cat wants food.
Mine is but an eddy in the worldwide economic undertow that has consumed countless, otherwise unsuspecting people. Those who are able and willing, but are stymied for a reasons beyond their control. We've found ourselves in the wrong place at the wrong time, thrashing to keep our heads above water with no lifeguard in sight. I wonder how many cars like mine got towed today.
This happen to me on two previous occasions under the same circumstances, so I knew that the towing was possibility. I accept by responsibility and the consequences of my choices. The foolish lesson had been learned, but the personal financial difficulties simply could not prevent the additional teaching.
Still, looking at the plight of others around the world, I remain among the lucky ones. What could $60 mean to them?
While ranting to the officer (it was time I get it off of my chest), he kept saying how sorry he was to hear it, how he was just following the law. Lip service? Perhaps. The tow truck operator was just doing his job, wasn't he? Making a living when others cannot. It's all that can be done. All part of the undertow, becoming more and more difficult to escape over time.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
"I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore"
Sunday, May 22, 2011
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard nothin' yet!"
Friday, May 20, 2011
Change as Motion, Energy, and Life
We need to get beyond thinking of the world as composed of things and accept a world in which everything is composed of processes. We need to think of change as something built into the very structure of everything—to think of the world as composed of little bits of change.
Poetically speaking, quantum physics is a description of the universe in which everything is made up of tiny little bits of change. Change is never absent from any picture, or from any system, for any interval. Change is intrinsic. Change is the stuff of life. Literally.
You live because of the continual exchange of gasses through the lungs, of the continual, complex construction of proteins, of the ongoing birth and death of cells. Life is change, life is complex fire—it cannot be frozen. It is always and forever a process.
(And then the devil's advocate on my shoulder says, "What about frozen embryos? They are frozen—are you saying that they are not alive?" And my answer is, yes, they are not alive. But I'm not interested here in debating the philosophic points of reproductive technologies.)
We live a finite number of days, some finite total of hours, minutes, seconds. Our bodies are changing, slowly, imperceptibly each second, minute, hour, day, but we only can see those changes once they happen over a longer period. We rarely stand still long enough to do time-lapse photography of human beings as we cleverly do with plants. We are not the same person tomorrow as we were yesterday.
But now we are into the philosophic issue of identity, sameness, and difference. And how we define identity determines what we will say is the same and what we will call different. In absolute terms, no two things are ever the same, but we extract particular features, measure them to some accepted tolerance, compare each to each, lockstep, and then insist that these two chairs or these two ideas are identical.
To think of the world as it is – that is to accept a Heraclitean vortex that gives rise to occasionally stable clumps of matter that we take up and form into the things we surround ourselves with. We do not see stability as the exception because we cocoon ourselves with those materials that are stable. A forest, a desert, an ocean are richly evolving places, a bit different each day. But inside a house, the only differences are the things we move around, or the accretion of dust.
Look around you, wherever you are and you will find your world cluttered with human artifacts—it's an even bet if you will be able to see anything from where you sit that is not in some way artificial. We don't see change because we choose to surround ourselves only with things that are are long lasting.
And of course that is a good thing. We build refrigerators so that our food won't change into poison before we have a chance to eat it. We build walls and roofs so our beds won't convert into sponges when it rains. We sew clothes so that we can remain warm enough to sit and write blog postings before we go to bed.
But our passion—our obsession—with permanence leaves us like flies in amber frozen in an illusion of fixity. Lives are not lived in amber, but in change-rich environments.
And this is tremendously hypocritical of me, since I have lived my life in amber for several years now. But that is the topic for a later post.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Konstant Change
The downside of constant change in life is that somewhere inside your soul/spirit you learn to keep your distance and don't fully connect with people, places and things. Commitment issues may arise because you develop a natural defense mechanism that is geared to maintaining an easily accessible escape hatch.
Most humans adapt to conditions and environment while the brain builds a complex psychological and emotional web of responses to try to control "cause and effect". Humans with more developed intellectual perspectives tend to think their way through life's roller coaster, while humans who respond emotionally, whether it be sanguine or melancholy, ride the waves laughing, crying, crashing, and tumbling.
I used to be very judgmental about people who wear their emotions on their sleeves, because, like Spock and Data, it all seemed very unproductive. I wanted facts, truths, answers, and clarity. At some point in my 30's I began to realize that my traumatic early life had me locking down my vulnerability and throwing away the key. Having lived through big changes that included the divorce of my parents, the loss of my sister to MS, and as a young teacher the untimely death of 2 of our most popular student/athletes, I was living in my head and could not access my heart.
If it is a fact that change in the universe is constant, inevitable, and is the fabric of existence, than it is no wonder humans struggle to find peace and harmony. We spin through space and time, while the very ground we stand on is unstable. If humans fully embraced the notion that we have no semblance of control, would humans be happier? If we eliminated concepts like "mine" and "ours", if we shared all the resources on the planet with every human having equal access to water and minerals, would there be fear and greed?
In the previous post on this Blog "The Notion of Nothingness" Tim informs us that:
"When I hear the phrase "there will always be ....... war, poverty, stupidity, etc.", I find it difficult not to see those mouthing that phrase as children, intellectually speaking. For accepting one's own mortality is something that usually comes late in adulthood (if it does), and a persistent unwillingness to accept the universality of change seems to be little more than another level of immaturity ........"
No amount of worship is going to change the scientific fact of change, but there is something to the notion that too much acceptance of the inevitable makes living as a fully engaged human, with all its simple pleasures like love and hope, more difficult.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
The Notion of Nothingness
Change is intrinsic to all phenomena. And once we recognize this, we must accept that none of the verities that we wish were forever perfect and true could be: nothing exists unchanging forever. Not even our notion of nothingness remains unscathed by the passage of time. However much we may want to believe that what is real and true and good is real and true and good forever, we can only embrace such a delusion by embracing a form of intellectual infantilism, painting a fixed and unchanging canvass over a tableau of unceasing flux. But we cannot live in comfort if we perceive the world as it is. So we avoid asking "deep" questions, we do not long attend to beginnings and endings, we say things like "we will never forget" and refuse to ask what comes after there is no longer a "we."
I embrace this notion not out of love or affection but out of scientific acceptance: the standard model of modern physics compels us to conceive of change as inherent in all phenomena. This is relevant because all of the electronic devices exists only because the standard model taught us how to make them. Electronics implies the standard model and the standard model requires that change is intrinsic: change exists in everything from fundamental particles to the universe entire. Change is not excluded from any region of spacetime nor from any aspect or description of it. And while others may find it justifiable to postulate entities that exist in some manner other than physically, I do not.
The cell phone we carry around compels us, via the philosophical mouthful ontological commitment, to accept that change is intrinsic to all phenomena. Even to our thoughts. Even to number and ideas. Even to fantasies, Change applies to the smallest and most ephemeral entitles (such as electrons and tau leptons) to the largest and most persistent (such as galaxy clusters and the universe itself) . While we often have an emotional need to imagine that something is fixed for all time, we should not allow such an affect to hide this universal feature from us. Everything flows and nothing abides.
While our individual mortality may be, just barely, possible to bear, it is far more difficult to accept that humanity as a whole has not always existed and will, in all probability, eventually cease to exist.
When I hear the phrase "there will always be…" followed by some human relevant phenomena (e.g., war, poverty, stupidity, etc.) I find it difficult not to see those mouthing that phrase as children, intellectually speaking. For accepting one's own mortality is something that usually comes late in adulthood (if it does), and a persistent unwillingness to accept the universality of change seems to be little more than another level of immaturity, one that persists in many of those even after they have accepted their own impermanence.
We can choose to remain as children throughout our entire lives or embrace the impermanence of all things, even everything. Nothing is fixed, not even the notion of fixity. Nothing is infinite, not even the notion of infinity. Nothing is forever, not even the notion of eternity.
To be kind, I will end by providing the reader with the balm of a numbing puzzle, one that is clear, though it may seem to most to be no more lucid than a Zen koan:
Nothing is nothing, not even the notion of nothingness.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
There's No Place Like Home
Moving to a new location on Earth has been surprisingly strange. I new I'd love the Mediterranean clime, as I have had the pleasure of climbing the banks of the Isle of Santorini. But the 3 or 4 tribes of clans-people I have encountered here focus on different aspects of life than my peeps. They seem satisfied to ride the local waves, eat fast-ly prepared foods, and cruise the endless miles of freeways in their favorite possession, their ride.
Recently, I headed to a coffee shop to meet up with some folks I found while flipping through the internets and I was warmly surprised that immediately it was clear that some of my tribes-people actually live around here too. They sure were hard to find! They tell me that there are others of us around and that if we continue to commune, and drop bread crumbs as we go, before long we'll have lots of reunions, raising a glass to the good old days, and feeling more settled, connected, and at peace.
I'm sure glad I stayed around long enough to find my new home.