Sunday, July 20, 2025
Saturday, July 12, 2025
HB2U RBF
I take a lot of inspiration from this brave philosopher. Some detractors imagined he talked so much about integrity, staging Integrity Days and so on, because he was suffering from self doubt.
I’d say it’s a bigger Self that’s in its final exam period and Fuller hoped this Self (the Self of humanity) would have the integrity to keep reprogramming and improving itself, including by taking advantage of whatever insights we were gaining through Fuller, which were mathematical in nature, not simply architectural.
Along those lines, Koski and I have been looking at the S3 + S6 = Regtet volume formula, which is our shorthand for the Synergetics S module amplified by the golden mean. S3 = S volume times phi to the third power (with each edge extended linearly by phi). S6 = S volume times phi to the sixth power, the same as S3 bumped up by phi once again.
What if we wanted to model these as apex + frustum, two pieces of a tetrahedron?
If S3 is the apex volume, the slice is around 0.57588, meaning all edges of the apex tet have that length, the 3rd root of S3. If S6 is the apex volume, the slice is at around 0.931792. The Regtet itself has unit edges, so once we know where to slice, we know the frustum’s edge lengths as well.
Remember, we always work in tetravolumes. If your math curriculum had a modicum of integrity, you’re already quite familiar with that practice.
These floating point approximations have symbolic expressions behind them. I use sympy to keep them in memory until such time as I want a decimal number output.
Fuller received a Medal of Freedom for Synergetics and many small-S selves have taken it in. I’m fortunate to have a network of folks willing to take on faculty-level duties when it comes to sharing our subculture / ethnicity. Even Fuller himself did not have this Koski Identity to play with. We have continued to pick low hanging fruit.
Friday, July 11, 2025
Cascadian Economics: Querying AI
Just for fun, I prompted Perplexity about the prospects of Oregon vendors when it comes to escaping Prohibition, which sounds like a 1920s question, and yet it's really from 2025. Like in many states in the Union and like in some UN states such as Canada, restrictions on recreational cannabis use are minimal here, relative to those states of a more punitive nature.
Not only is possession not a crime, but neither is vending. You're basically buying and selling a type of whiskey, a substance not to be sold or shared with minors (people below a specific age).
I notice Perplexity calls this a query, not a prompt, however the idea is the same, to get the ball rolling, to rustle the leaves, to avail of human chatter on the subject, by means of a synthesizing ML/DL bot net. Here's the prompt:
Oregon and other states within the Cascadia bioregion feature a large commercial economy around cannabis, and yet local laws disallow vendors from making use of the usual banking system, meaning customers are not allowed to use credit cards. Given the evolving BRICS payment system, might Oregon vendors look forward to offshoring their transactions to a credit card system that is more open to trade in Pacific products?
The output is relatively long-winded, as one would expect. Ordinary union citizens are expected to be good doobies and remain obedient to Prohibition laws, whereas the rich and powerful already have immunity from prosecution regarding alcohol (whiskey) or whatever consumption.
Any encouraging of vendors, by a chatbot (aka a "chatterbox") to go around the Feds, by transacting outside the American Express / Visa / Mastercard system, presumably keeping more accounts offshore, or in crypto, would go against our expectations rather radically, which is the opposite of what LLMs are all about.
On the other hand, LLMs are permitted a cautionary if not outright prosecutorial tone when prodded to describe activities of dubious legal status per whatever AI bias introduced through raw training data.
In the meantime, Cascadian vendors incur extra risks and live under a Sword of Damocles in being forced to the margins by legal systems and needing to buy the services of sympathetic legislators to keep their businesses in operation. Tax cuts don't really address their core situation.
The psychological costs, not on the books, may be sensed in terms of an increasing distance between westerly and easterly power centers within North America. Prohibition laws dovetail with voter suppression strategies that many in power cannot afford to abandon and/or don't see a way to relinquish.
The former territories, such as Oregon, have a relatively shorter history as Union states and whereas bastions of various types of supremacist have taken refuge here, the sweeping majority is not in need of voter suppression as a core strategy and therefore Prohibition is seen more as a curse and an obstacle to economic growth, and less as a lid on some kind of lurking social chaos.
Wednesday, July 09, 2025
Citizen Diplomacy
Monday, July 07, 2025
Study Topics
What are my study topics today, you might be asking, given you think of me as someone who studies, which would not be far wrong. Here's my answer: Rust, sentence similarity, science fiction.
On the topic of Rust, my focus is how best to explain it to a veteran Python user, which is something I am too. Absent the garbage collector, Python programs would pile up with garbage, but they're not allowed to, as long as the gc is turned on (which it is, by default). In Rust though, there's no room for some running program besides the one. Rust runs close to the metal, like C. Python runs atop a virtualization layer, running bytecodes of its own making, more like Java or any CLI language in the .NET environment (if you're a Microsoft speaker). That the JVM is bytecode based is what allows to be targeted by the likes of Scala and Clojure.
Regarding sentence similarity, I owe it to myself to stay in touch ML as a namespace, meaning word2vec and GloVe, meaning cosine distance in a Hilbert Space (my shorthand for linear algebra space, with its flowing tensors). So I've been diving into YouTubes showing more about that branch of NLP: measuring sentence similarity by means of a vector db. You might need to import BERT. I watched a similar demo in Socratica, using Wolfram Language. I'm not that partisan about Python; it's the lingua franca of our day.
Back to Rust: so, absent a garbage collector, that job is thrown back on the programmer: memory management is once again my responsibility, whereas Python largely let me forget about it, at the cost of running more slowly, with periodic garbage collection hosted by Python runtime on my program's behalf. "Python wipes your bottom" might be the anti-slogan here (true but perhaps inelegant).
The way in which memory management becomes the coders job in Rust inherits from the C and C++ family (I haven't studied Holy C yet, but know about it). All kinds of semantics creep in involving indirection, meaning you're mostly in voyeur peeping-tom mode, lurking in without write access. Only the owner of a thing is allowed to change it, meaning the compiler keeps track of ownership before any runtime is allowed to occur. Keeping track of ownership means getting very explicit about who sees what, and how long what lives.
Another thing about Rust that Python coders will take for granted, is how hard it works to give us duck typing at higher levels. Using traits and dynamic dispatching, an object gets accepted through the proverbial door (where looming bouncers mass, where type checking happens ("show your ID")) thanks to its "having the right interface" as a Java coder might put it. Or: "you walk like a duck" (how a Pythonista might put it) -- likely not an insult, coming from a Pylady. "Our types quack" (said with pride).
What makes programs unsafe are memory glitches, wherein threads or whole processes contend for the same resource, leading to DNS suicide.
Null pointers are the other death knell, thanks to which a program will run off a cliff, given no road ahead.
The Rust compiler makes sure the race track has no cliffs before the drivers have to drive it. The security provided by compile-type checking is what drives the dynamic languages to reinstate "harness programming", adding stiffness. "More than enough rope to hang yourself" is what dynamic programming provides. "Use at your own risk" (the South Africa mantra, malesh if shit happens).
Science fiction: Skeleton by Ray Bradbury. I have yet to actually read the story, having just found out about it this morning. I eyeballed the PDF and found the type-font distracting. No matter: like everyone else in her brother, I'm exploring what chatbots might do. I asked Perplexity to follow-up on a TrimTabber's suggestion that I could link the two (the cartoon and the story). I found Perplexity's response plenty informative.
Copypasta from FB:
Women get cranky when the hubby implodes, likely due to mounting pressures at work, combined with a sense of overwhelm with respect to domestic responsibilities.
Fortunately, medications developed by the latest science will help the missus calm down and come to accept hubby’s low energy state.
Ask your doctor if CalmAden [tm] is right for you.
Thursday, July 03, 2025
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Friday, June 27, 2025
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Adult Discussion in Eugene
I was fortunate to be the guest of a meetup of the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute, which runs under the auspices of the University of Oregon’s Continuing and Professional Education program. Sam and Jill brought me to this well attended two hour event focused on adult discussion of matters of public record, such as the unfolding situation in the eastern hemisphere.
Sam introduced me as from a somewhat similar group in Portland, the Wanderers.
I was impressed by the well-moderated discussion session and was reminded of Nick Consoletti’s PhD project focused on Bohmian dialog. Once the number of participants goes beyond a certain threshold level, a kind of meandering (wandering) flow may take over in which consensus for one static position or another fails to coalesce. This is a feature not a bug. It’s the shared exposure to a collective stream of consciousness that matters.
That being said, I sensed a lot of consensus that the Iranian leadership lusts for a satanic weapon, such as those stockpiled by infidels and the morally moronic.
Given I was a guest among strangers, I didn’t bring up the WILPF narrative, which in many ways runs counter to theirs, and which takes into account what Iran has to gain by throwing its lot in with the more civilized nations in not indulging in a fallen, criminal, craven practice, per the UN Nuke Ban Treaty (informal name).
Iran gets to ride the high road mapped out by the intelligence community, in which not having lust for a nuke, yet being attacked for it anyway, by wildly projecting unconscious politicos, guarantees future support for a civilian nuke program by a sympathetic global community.
Iran was not irresponsible and was abiding by the NPT when it was attacked by the morally moronic. That’s a line many will stay with, and why wouldn’t they?
The NPT, in turn, is about the nuclear-armed, more reprobate political gangs learning to rejoin civilization by making peace amongst themselves. When it’s time to verify compliance, Iranians will be on the inspection teams along with everyone else. This has been a goal all along.
However, although I was thinking a lot of these WILPF-like thoughts, I kept my mouth shut, I was there to observe, not to make waves. Again, I admired how disciplined and respectful these folks were. Some joined by Zoom.
Our shared nuclear future as a global university was not the only topic this group tackled. What about the state of education and the role of testing? What about taxes? Is Oregon sufficiently business-friendly? All these subjects were debated.
Finally, as a concluding topic, we got to the question about Jaws: what accounted for the staying power of this movie classic? Is it a lowbrow Moby Dick? Some of us worried about the global shark population and its exploitation by various human breeds of foodie. Others reinforced the “sharks are scary” meme, which, as a scuba diver, has mostly been trained out of me. Sharks are cool, mostly harmless, and for the most part not gratuitously hostile, and yet Jaws was effective as a scary movie.
Sunday, June 22, 2025
Game Night
QuarterWorld was packed last night. Although QW is easily within walking distance, we drove there on a rainy night. Ryan didn't realize ID would be needed to get in, so we returned to fetch that. He's 24 and doesn't drink (me either anymore, but for 0.5% beer), but alcohol is served on the premises, so they screen upon entry after a certain time.
Minors are allowed entry (we're talking an arcade palace after all) earlier in the day.
I've been mentally keeping and "idiot scorecard" meaning I monitor myself for acts of unintelligence for fun.
Examples:
- leaving the car window down, such that Ryan got to sit on a wet seat
- leaving the car door open overnight, risking draining the battery (she started quickly)
- trying to fix a floor lamp switch for many minutes before realizing the lamp was unplugged
- leaving the SD card out of the camera making pix go to internal memory but I can't find the cord
Sometime around when Ryan was playing Tetris, or maybe DigBug, must've been when Operation Pound Sand was going down (my name for it). I woke up to a flurry of YouTubes (today, June 22) decrying the much anticipated strike against some vintage equipment bunkers.
Ryan is visiting faculty within the Cascadia context, in an advisory capacity, as a fellow math nerd. He's been studying my Number Theory notebook and reading up on factorization algebras.
I'm being connected to other scholars via LinkedIn contacts, including a physicist into lambda calculus according to Rowan. Call it "curriculum hardening" or "tying off loose ends" maybe. The goal is not to become inflexible (a different meaning of hardening), so much as to become riddled with many tiny holes, versus fewer gaping large ones.
Dante and Casey were here earlier in the week, also visiting faculty, although Dante is from outside the Cascadian bioregion. We're working independently of any District think tank and receive no federal funding. Our subculture is more a Pacific Rim based phenomenon, than anything Atlantic-oriented.
Last night we started watching Atlas Shrugged, the movie, a three part DVD extravaganza, set in a parallel universe where train tycoons battle it out against a backdrop similar to ours, technology-wise, with cell phones and private jets, but no commercial air or truck traffic to speak of, only rail lines. Call it a "simulator reality" wherein issues relating to ideology get hammered on.
As I was telling Ryan, this science fiction story reminds me of another one, The Iron Bridge, which features Quakers who were likewise rail and steel tycoons in a non-egalitarian backroom-governed society: that of the English industrial revolution.
In The Iron Bridge, our heroine travels (naked) back in time to sabotage said bridge, future analysis having determined that homo sapiens industrialized too soon, before they were sapient enough. Were this hallmark of industrial progress to fail, humans could healthfully be set back on their timeline, vs mutating into monstrous warmongers.
I'm learning some video and computer game lore from Ryan, which is useful going forward in my role of Coffee Shops Network CMO, which is all about winning high scores for charitable causes and projects around the world, and building a profile on that basis.
Wednesday, June 18, 2025
Teacher Kit
Tuesday, June 17, 2025
Nightmare School Bus
The children pretend to be amused.
Given a lot of practice during covid with getting work done remotely, the logical civilian defense action is to stay out of big cities, avoid trains and airplanes. A ghost town economy is in the offing.
We notice DC is making no preparations for citizen safety, let alone mental health, in its rush to join the lunatic fringe in support of an arch enemy (to many, including within the Pentagon).
Hurricane Katrina comes to mind. Citizens are being held hostage in the unholy land.
The appetite for work and business as usual will dissipate and the economy will grind down to a very low gear if the screens keep showing nothing but chaos and destruction.
The filthy rich are starting to move to their bunkers some will notice.
Should we let them emerge? Maybe under a rock is a better place for them?
Not that the rich have much say in this. The clique maneuvering us towards a conflagration is minuscule. No one is feeling “represented” these days.
As Jeffrey Sachs put it, we’ve been reduced to the role of helpless passengers. The school bus is running on Tesla auto-pilot, FSD: full self destruction.
Monday, June 16, 2025
Wednesday, June 11, 2025
Making Sense of Quadrays
Tuesday, May 27, 2025
Andragogy with AI
Saturday, May 24, 2025
Another InterModal Adventure
Having recently turned 67 (odometer rolling over, starting on 68th year), i.e. I passed the 67th milestone (if measuring in miles, or intervals of lifeline per one's palm), I figured I'd better get my kicks while I can.
Bicycle riding is still a doability and I still get a kick out of it.
Bring both tires up to pressure, don helmet, scoot out the front door and onto the "tarmac" as it were.
My journey is "intermodal" in the sense that I take advantage of TriMet's bicycle-friendly design. The TriMet system was designed to be inter-modal as the original trip planner showed.
Put your bicycle on the bus, no problem. Unlike Seattle, Portland doesn't have a ferry system to integrate. But it does have a cable car, the kind suspended from a wire held up by towers. The cable car connects a new dense urban sector with high rises, to the OHSU hospital complex nestled in West Hills, also densely populated with campus buildings. The VA is there too.
In truth, riding a bicycle requires some level of athleticism, a level of nimbleness, which TriMet also assumes in putting a rack on the outside front, with three slots usually. Stack your bicycle in a slot, if there's room (otherwise wait for the next bus maybe), and board the bus, paying passage using the Hop sensor.
I use my Apple Watch wallet to transfer funds to TriMet via Visa, paying senior rates since I'm 67.
My route starts with some mild uphill, which will be a challenge in proportion to not doing this recently (riding a bicycle), then comes a long downhill, where I'd consider brakes mandatory, not just for avoiding jutting in vehicles from side streets, but for avoiding insane amounts of acceleration, to where stopping gracefully just comes to be hopeless.
With that busy SE 20th at the bottom, you'd better not be going too fast, just sayin'. Anyway, not to scare anybody, as everybody has brakes if they ride anywhere. Just use them.
Once down to the Willamette River level, close to OMSI, I hang south and follow said river all the way to Sellwood by Springwater Corridor.
Said corridor manifests an urban renewal strategy that's not about disrupting or destroying neighborhoods so much as benignly connecting them with more solutions than before, thanks to pathways catering to non-motorized vehicles and pedestrians.
Pedestrian lifestyles tend to be healthy, meaning those who walk a lot have time to devote to their own health and well being. Relaxed walking may also involve listening to podcasts, as the vehicles are quiet anyway, and their controllers very pedestrian aware. These paths are not provided with illumination at night. They follow the same protocol as a railroad, trains carrying their lights with them.
I'm not walking, however, not in this scenario, but pedaling, gear shifting, braking. I'm also stopping to take pictures with my Lumix camera. I don't rely on my old iPhone for pictures but instead carry a separate device, which is a little unusual, but a habit I've acquired and see no reason to break. The Lumix takes great pictures. That's what I'm using throughout the embedded album above, brought over from Flickr here in the Blogger context.
This time, instead of suffering a chain coming off, like last time (thanks to non sequitur gear shifting), I allowed myself to simply dismount and exercise my walking and pushing skills, which are needed also, as a form of exercise.
Sometimes I get in the mindset of pedaling forward no matter what, such that if I dismount I'm disallowed forward motion by foot. Get back on when ready to gain distance. It's a training technique. But I'm not looking ahead to a Seattle to Portland (S2P) at the moment (what I was training for back then).
Just push it, why not?
Then it's through downtown Sellwood, still a relatively small town considered part of Greater Portland or the Metro area or whatever we call it. Sellwood has a newly installed bridge taking over the duties of the old one, which were and are considerable, as crossing the Willamette, a major river, is no joke and doesn't happen that often once south of the CBD (central business district).
Sellwood is a first or final chance to change from west to east side or vice versa. The route is through downtown Sellwood west to east, but not on busy Tacoma (where the bridge is), but through sleepier side streets. I pass a school I at one time would teach at, when working with Coding with Kids. Other memories.
At this point one needs to know the secrets of Springwater Corridor, as in where to rejoin it, having left it to push uphill.
As I was saying, in this type of urban renewal one is often repurposing an old rail line, no longer used, but with right of way and an already stable bed. Turn it into a paved path but limit what can drive on it, as pedestrians will be sharing it and are known to veer unpredictably when texting and using earbuds.
Replace rails with pavement in a lot of cases, or maybe just run something parallel to the tracks through the same corridor, taking advantage of a widenable right of way. Such is what Metro has supplied to interconnect far-flung neighborhoods by modes of transportation other than motorized vehicles.
By secrets I mean Springwater intakes, places to join it, having left it after pedaling directly under Sellwood Bridge, after an optional stop at Oaks Park if only to take pictures. I didn't do that this time, but I did stop to shoot pix of the old industrial facilities now with relic historic status. They're covered with folk art aka graffitti.
Now when I was training for S2P, I'd rejoin the Corridor and pedal all the way out to I-205, passed Precision Castparts and other landmarks, then turn north and follow a paved bike path hugging the Max line, all the way to SE Division or Mt. Tabor latitude, then take city streets home (the Division bike lane was recently improved).
In this new abbreviated inter-modal trip, I veer off the Springwater shortly after crossing over the bridge over SE McLoughlin, a major thoroughfare, and follow the signed path, still riding, down to the Tacoma / Sellwood Max station, the Orange Line branch of Metro's light rail system. Light rail: halfway between streetcars and passenger trains, more like subways but on the surface. Max does get to play subway through a long tunnel under the West Hills on its way to and from Beaverton, famously deep under Oregon Zoo. I could ride it out to my consulting gig at the hospital, back in the day.
So then I ride the Max with my bicycle, removing the helmet, and having paid with my Apple Watch, back to Tilikum Crossing, another new bridge, also not for cars, but for Max, buses, bicycles and pedestrians. I haven't seen any segways yet. I would imagine they're legal if able to manage the grade (Tilikum has a slope to it).
Note that my loop is entirely on the east side. I've talked about ways to cross the Willamette (lots of bridges in town) but in this routine I the cyclist don't need to.
What I do next is hop on the FX2, a new articulated bus, or on a regular 2 if there's room for my bike on the front rack. If it's an FX2, one takes the bicycle inside, and again there are only limited slots, meaning there's an iffiness to the schedule.
During rush hour one might as well just plan to cycle back the whole way, if not from Sellwood, at least from Tilikum, or better, if riding, from 12th and Clinton, the stop before.
Since I don't want to do that much cycling on this workout, I plan this trip for an off-peak lower-demand interval. I was the only one in need of a bike slot this time (score!). The entire loop went pretty smoothly. I celebrated by buying myself a burrito from a food trailer just off 34th and SE Division, near where I got off the FX2.
I stuffed the burrito in its bag in my Python sweater and cycled the last few blocks back to where I started, and where my dog Sydney awaited my return.
Since a lot of the fun for me is the photography, the first thing I did, even before eating the burrito, was upload from the camera to the pictures computer, then onward to Flickr, home of the Photostream. The next day, I'd get around to this blog post, embedding said Flickr album.
Tuesday, May 20, 2025
Tuesday, May 13, 2025
Project Cascadia
As Cascadians we're used Cascadia to being the name of a bioregion more than a country, even though we have our own flag and sport a form of nationalism. That's because nationalism is a well-known trope. We also have Rogue Nation, with its own networks. Python Nation is another virtual nation I'm a part of.
Recognizing the reality of Cascadia doesn't keep us from seeing these other political data layers, such as that of the US and Russian federations. Oregon is like an oblast, a stan, a state.
If the situation were more dire, one might imagine the Oregon oblast trying to get on the other side of some border, outside the jurisdiction of the Feds, who might send Border Patrol to help the process along (maybe they want to kick us out of the Union once and for all).
As it stands, Cascadia has no problem being within more than one jurisdiction, with Canada the administrator of our northern areas, and the United States claiming much of our south. We also host several indigenous (n8v) nations, making our geography quite complex.
In this same sense, the oblast of Donetsk might be in Ukraine, but in this sense we're talking like in Cascadia, whereas the administrative line, by Russian constitution, is such and such, and maybe there's another constitution in the works for the oblasts out west, closer to Poland and Romania.
I'm not aware that the western oblasts have gotten to work on such a document, but one surmises it must exist in draft form at least.
Does Cascadia have a president? No. Does it have a government at all? That's what I'm saying. No. Or rather, it has the various governments currently operating within the bioregion, none of which self identify as the government of Cascadia per se.
Cascadia is a PR project, and featured prominently during Occupy Portland as a beacon for an alternative reality, wherein we're not as fixated on the current post Napoleonic narrative, wherein the Louisiana Territories were purchased. That was obviously a European fantasy, indulged in by the lawmakers of their time.
In retrospect, we don't have to accept the Doctrine of Discovery (the rumored Papal Bull) or any of that early lawmaking. We're free to reprogram.
Whether we do (reprogram), or not, is another question. Some generations prefer to take the work of the ancestors for granted and just perpetuate it. Why fix what ain't broken? I'm in that camp with respect to a lot of cultural and ethnic practices. I don't find them flawed.
But when it comes to how we conduct ourselves with respect to national borders, let's just say I've become disillusioned and well understand if Gen Alpha and so forth decide to reject a lot of the presumptions and declarations we currently never think to question.
Now that social engineers have made it possible to impose oppressive surveillance regimes on the rest of us, to an unprecedented degree, we have to think about which of these engineering cabals is promulgating the better designs.
There's no point granting in advance that any one of them has an inherent right to tell the rest of us how it has to be. The debates have not all been settled. Most of them have yet to begin.
Saturday, May 10, 2025
Wednesday, April 30, 2025
Martian Math Storyboard (School of Tomorrow)
I mention not working directly with the Russian schools on this Storyboard, but why the disclaimer? Who would even think that I would be, and why? Because I talk about Siberia (in Russia) and the hydroelectric dam we imagine building, and hooking up, to the global grid.
Tuesday, April 22, 2025
Sacred Geometry and Synergetics
I don't see it as "selling out" to work with the Sacred Geometry crowd on upgrading their computer graphics and animations to incorporate more themes from our Cascadian Synergetics ala the posters by Casey House of Syn-U.
The SG community already has an abiding interest in geometry, both 2D and 3D, and occasionally nD (n = "any"), as if there's one place where the standard normie paradigm is open to spirituality, it's in the realm of "higher dimensional beings" ala Abbott's Flatland. Indeed, expectant waiting for AGI to emerge from AI deep learning (some say it has) is arguably a spiritist cult if not a full-fledged religion.
Yet despite my letting myself off the hook in allowing myself to dive in to SG, I'm more fishing for SG veterans who want to avail of concentric hierarchy themes, primarily these alternative models of combining dimensions and making height-width-depth a tetrahedral affair, with two "snakes" making complementary zig-zags, or call them "cobras".
Once snakes start intertwining we're in Caduceus country, the realm of Hermes, and from there it's easy to access mercurial texts and symbolic meanings, going back to Toth and before. We start sounding more like Theosophists in reaching back to ancient Polynesia for an alternative creation story, tracing humanity to idyllic beginnings. From Eden to Zion, could be the arc, with Zion the planetary system, including satellites, both natural (the moon) and artificial (Hubble space telescope).
I've been going back to Marshall McLuhan a lot lately. The way he got dropped from the syllabus suddenly had to do with his having to peers to carry the torch forward. I'd argue Synergetics is McLuhanesque and Fuller's fascination with Phoenician finds its echo in McLuhan. The Phoenician helped readers develop a mind's eye TV per Marshall, which Fuller associates with Euler in his more psychological passages. Gibbs is more gut-level for Fuller, visceral, tactile. The two combine, synergize, to make our sense.
Marshall manages to squeeze more meaning from Finnegans Wake then most I'd say, in how he sees it alluding to the movement from movies (films, cinema) to a yet more immersive television. Television leaves more to the imagination in some ways, drawing viewers in as a participating partners than leaving them to speculate more objectively and independently. At the same time, TV was distilling us into a Global Village, by which McLuhan did not mean some smoothly operational form of global governance. He meant something messier and more claustrophobic. I doubt he'd be surprise by our term "doom scrolling".
I've also been revisiting Synergetics against the backdrop of William Blake, thanks to Daniel, and the latter's "marriage of Heaven and Hell." Blake counterposes Energy, desire in action, with a countervailing Reason that keeps Energy in harness, systematized. Imbalances either way lead to pathologies, harmful disequilibria. With Fuller, it's Radiation versus Gravity, always complementary, and therefore a unity of opposites in the SG sense (more Jungian).
Sunday, April 20, 2025
Easter Eggs
I'm joining the small throng today who like to play up the geek meaning of "Easter Egg", namely a buried or hidden treasure, accessed via some secret key combination most likely, in a computer game. That might be the most literal rendering of the geek meaning, but by ripple effect, it can mean a lot more.
In Python World, we have two Easter Eggs that play off the keyword import, what in C they call use. If you enter import this at a Python prompt, you'll get the famous Zen of Python poem by Tim Peters. Just about every Pythonista knows this. I'd say a tad more obscure is import antigravity, which will get your browser to pop up with a famous XKCD comic (about Python of course).
I'll identify as Christian through my Quaker heritage, even though my wife, Dawn Wicca, got special clearance from her membership committee to stay non-Xtian in her identity, meaning being Quaker yet not Christian is not an oxymoron in the eyes of our Meeting. Identity is like clay: yours to shape. Different ages or eras manifest different types (back to Python, sorta). Dawn was raised Catholic and was escaping Patriarchy, yet she loved to read about Jesus and admired how good the Patriarchy was at ritual, around Easter especially.
I'll plan to join our Meeting today, on Easter Sunday, or First Day as old timey Quakers called it, wanting to decouple day names from celestial phenomena and the pagan overtones in planet-based nomenclature. Most Friends don't share those hangups today, or even think about the Moon as having anything to do with Monday. We have other Pythonistas besides me in our Meeting. I make jokes about the Snake Church sometimes and have pictures of Glenn Stockton, the late shaman, holding rubber snakes. I also promote beer drinking among Friends, and the concept of Quaker breweries, even though I've dialed way back on drinking alcohol myself. I've had my share.
Spring has sprung, big time in Portland, Garden City. Flower petals cover the sidewalks. Every couple weeks its a new bloom, with tulips and cherry blossoms withering, only to be replaced by lavender and apple blossoms, and a lot of stuff I don't know the names for. I'm weak on nomenclature when it comes to flora, a little better with fauna. Like I know what a faun is, thanks to Narnia (C.S. Lewis). I'm just another big dummy in a lotta ways, a sinner with limited access to Easter Eggs, and yet grateful for what I get.
Wednesday, April 16, 2025
Back in the Saddle
I was "away from my desk" as they say, over the weekend, celebrating my Uncle Bill's 100th birthday. We filled a big room with friends and relatives, and all sang sea shanties, with a group hired to lead us in doing that. Bill sang along, knowing many of them by heart.
Bill lived a life at sea in the merchant marine and later returned to matters maritime after retiring as a mining engineer. He morphed into an historian, as I've recounted elsewhere, researching submarine R&D and production in the Pacific Northwest in the pre WW1 chapter.
I took Sydney the dog on this trip. Elise arranged for her to have an annual vet appointment with her original vet. Syd used to live with Elise and family. Her husband Les and his brother Stafford were there, working on their boat, out of the water and on its trailer on the farm. We're talking a pretty big boat here.
I came home via the Edmonds-Kingston ferry, Hwy 104 to Center Road, to the unincorporated township of Quilcene, where I got to visit with old friends. The ferry is always a blast. I could have taken Sydney to an upper deck but she's usually a happy napper in the back seat. Maybe next time.
XREF:
Go By Train
TG 2016
Lost in Oregon
Lightfoots Visit
Touring the Silicon Forest
Remembering a Person
Thursday, April 10, 2025
Global U vs Planet of the Apes
What the present does is leave records for the future, called the future's past. The present creates the future's past, by making recordings, curating, remembering, memorializing.
These days, humans are engaged in making the collective movie of how they brutalized one another in subhuman fashion, in ways we hope future humans transcend. This was Planet of the Apes. We see it everywhere.
The planet is a mental hospital of sorts, an asylum, and a healing one insofar as we're able to invoke our humanity and create humane conditions. Bucky Fuller's futurism wasn't saying this was our inevitable fate, to act humanely, but that we might choose oblivion instead. Oblivion = Farce. We chose farce.
Closing Time by Norman O. Brown is somewhat required reading for those wanting to trace the transition to the Aquarian Age, as it's all about the coming farce we're now within. We act out, play our roles, dress up, go before the cameras. Politics = Theater.
Fuller's futurism was about how in principle we have the props, the inventory, to stage a "success for humanity" play, and a big part of the challenge is convincing people that was true. China's rise as an economic power, OBOR et cetera, has been encouraging on that front, likewise the growing prosperity of Asia's other little tigers. Portland, a hub city in Cascadia, is a gateway to Asia on the Pacific Rim.
A lot of folks with obsolete educations want to star as heroes but they don't get that it's a farce, because myopic hand wringing about our plight as humans is empty juvenile whining at this point. We have arrived at the point where we see ourselves in the mirror and that it's our choice to keep making this a Planet of the Apes. Our tragic circumstances are self-inflicted at this point, which is what makes them farcical.
The idea behind New Palestine University is the Global University, the university being an older institution than the nation-state. Enrolling refugees into a global system that takes care of them as students and faculty is the name of the game. A benign global company in support of the GU would be Global Data, likewise science fiction (or investment banking once real enough) going back to the 1980s in this author's schemes and dreams.
The refugees of this world should be free to explore the whole planet, without trespassing, because they'll be within their rights on campus facilities, interconnected by airlines. This is really more a model of the status quo than an aspiration, with the caveat that the curriculum is low quality at the moment, by definition. When we see it's Planet of the Apes out there, we look to faculty and ask what they plan to do about it, curriculum-wise.
What I do about it is join with other faculty in finding new shared memes we can build on, such as Global University, Global Data, OBOR, Trucker Exchange, BizMos, Chinese Peace Corps and so on. A big part of what I do is geometric animations, simple GIFs, based in Synergetics, one of our GU disciplines.
Sunday, April 06, 2025
Prophetic Words
I fished this set of paragraphs out of Critical Path, digitized, before heading into downtown Portland for the big protest.
These do seem like prophetic words, given how they were written close to a half-century ago (2030 - 1980 = 50).
From Critical Path (1981):The plotted curve of the rate of gain for increasing proportions of all humanity being thus swiftly advantaged by the doing more for more people with less and less matter and energy per function all accomplished with computers, satellites, alloys, etc.indicates that 100 percent of all humanity will be thus advantaged before 2000 A.D. In less than twenty years (less than one generation) all humanity is scheduled by evolution (not by any world planning body) to become physically more successful and metaphysically more interestingly occupied than have any humans ever been in all known history-provided that humanity does not commit ignorance-, fear-, and panic-induced total-species suicide.
Why might they panic? All the present bureaucracies of political governments, great religious organizations, and all big businesses find that physical success for all humanity would be devastating to the perpetuation of their ongoing activities. This is because all of them are founded on the premise of ameliorating individual cases while generally exploiting on behalf of their respective political, religious, or business organizations the condition of nowhere- nearly-enough-life-support-for-all and its resultant great human suffering and discontent.
Reason number two for fear-wrought panic is because all of the 150 nations of our planet are about to be desovereignized by evolution; that is, they are about to become operatively obsolete about to be given up altogether. There are millions in the U.S.A., for instance, who on discovery that their government was about to become bankrupt and defunct would become activist “patriots,” and might get out their guns and start a Nazi movement, seeking dictatorially to reinstate the “good old days.” If people in many of the 150 nations succeeded in re-establishing their sovereignties and all the customs-barrier, balance-of-trade shacklings, it would soon be discovered that the 150 nations represent 150 “blood clots” imperiling the free interflowing of the evolution-producing metals and products recirculation as well as of the popular technical know-how disseminating.
We have today, in fact, 150 supreme admirals and only one ship Spaceship Earth. We have the 150 admirals in their 150 staterooms each trying to run their respective stateroom as if it were a separate ship. We have the starboard side admirals’ league trying to sink the port side admirals’ league. If either is successful in careening the ship to drown the “enemy” side, the whole ship will be lost.
I don't think Fuller was under any illusions that his simply forecasting the demise of nationalism would magically occur right when he penned the lines about its so doing. He was anticipating trends and looking at moving targets, like the rest of us are. What he was saying here is, to look for signs. A last surge, a final hurrah, for nationalism, might involve activists rising up to re-establish their balance-of-trade shacklings.
I know "globalists" are the enemy at the moment, for nationalists everywhere, where "globalist" is predefined as this or that. In my day, "think globally, act locally" was one of those Bucky-inspired boomer slogans.
But then skeptics such as Wendell Berry wondered if "thinking globally" was actually possible, or, more likely, a dangerous chimera. I think of him, along with Charles Olson, as someone with little patience for the techno-laced lingo of the Fuller-inspired futurist crowd, into which I have blended.
Where does Wendell Berry cast aspersions on "thinking globally"?
I've been cultivating the habit of letting Perplexity do some of the heavy lifting, in terms of searching the corpus and graphing a path through it, connecting whatever dots I throw at it, or maybe telling me some dots don't connect.
Prompt: Did Wendell Berry express skepticism regarding the boomer slogan "Think globally, act locally". Did he find something disingenuous about thinking globally? More generally, did Wendell Berry ever comment on Buckminster Fuller's brand of futurism, expressing distaste for it. We know Charles Olson, the famous poet, did not hold Fuller in high regard. Are we able to document Olson's views. He and Fuller were both associated with Black Mountain College.
Here's the essay Perplexity wrote, in a few seconds, minus the footnotes and citations for brevity.
Here's a link to the full session online.
Good job Perplexity.
Friday, April 04, 2025
More Media Analysis
Speaking of media analysis, I've been recently reminiscing about all the silos I've been going down.
I say "going down" even though, originally, a silo, the agricultural construction, pointed up, like a grain elevator, like a Butler grain bin, right?
But then "silo" was co-opted by the ballistics industry and now our image of them is more that of "shaft into the earth". We now "go down" a silo, or at least that's what I do.
Then "silo" became further co-opted by the business metaphysicians, the ones who diagram on whiteboards how our organization is overly siloed. And don't get me started on academia, right?
Among those silos: the Snow White remake, and all the controversy. I track that because of DefunctLand in large degree, my favorite YouTube channel or right up there.
Kevin Perjurer makes brilliantly entertaining documentaries about the Disney saga, a saga I've studied since I came across Donald In Mathmagic Land (1959) as a 2nd grader (early 1960s).
I don't hate Rachel Zegler, a talented actress and good singer, in Hunger Games also (lotsa snakes!). I think it's fair to attack the content as that's what we do with films; they're fair game to diss.A couple years ago my silo was girl punk bands like Sleater-Kinney, an I-5 exit I sometimes drive by. Listen to the music, tune in the gossip, make some "knowledge graphs"... lots of dots to connect, right? Portlandia being a more obvious one.
Saturday, March 29, 2025
Media Analysis
I'm been binging on Marshall McLuhan YouTubes, as all the knowledge graphs show he's going to continue popping up within the networks we care about. There's the University of Toronto connection for starters. We're already focusing on Coxeter and Hinton. Canadians play a big role in our story.
Going over the disembodied interviews, I see his avatar clarifying many matters. A primary driver in his case is irritation. He finds what the next or downline generations are doing, with the new media, is frequently jarring and unpleasant, and not just because "too loud" although that's certainly part of it. So in some interviews he explains why he maybe comes off as somewhat cranky.
Also, let's talk about his Global Village meme, not far at all from Spaceship Earth. He and Bucky were co-conspirators, that's already established. Wasn't McLuhan all pollyanna Small World After All, the way Bucky was, or was rumored to be? "Global Village" sounds so quaint, so pat, as if we're all supposed to get along with obnoxious neighbors. By what Show White magic?
On the contrary, explains McLuhan, a Global Village may be claustrophobic, like a Winesburg, Ohio which a read a long time ago. Tiny towns can get oppressive, as everybody knows everybody else's business. Secrets become hard to keep. Privacy is lacking. Gossip is rampant. That's a global village for you.
Reading McLuhan tends to revector (re-aim) what I consider to be the meaning of "tactile" in the sense of "visceral" in Synergetics, what Fuller hands over to "the Gibbisian" those vectorial degrees of freedom (visceral energy flows), those deltas around phase changes, around going between frozen, liquid, and gaseous states of being. One the other hand: "the Eulerian" which is the visio-conceptual.
McLuhan somewhat scrambles my senses such that TV becomes the aural-tribal-tactile side of the senses, the Gibbsian, whereas the reader of phonetic alphabets, with an imagination, is the visualizer, able to conjure mental imagery in a private theater driven by text. That imagery went to film, and then was taken in by all the channels and programming and network talk of the broadcast and cable stations, by way of radio in between.
McLuhan didn't live to see the internet take-off, but would have used that development to underline the same lesson: the next medium uses the previous as its raw material. Theater uses literature, which uses real life. Television uses the movies, which came from theater, and the internet uses television, as streams. The golden age of television is feeding into the power of point to point and a PWS that's fully personalizable. PWS = Personal Workspace in the GST namespace.
Television is "cool" but by that McLuhan didn't mean "non-hormonal". On the contrary, the 3rd parent reaches into our skulls and squeezes the endocrine system, gooses glands. The electronic media manage to scare up and harness veritable blobs of groupthink emotions. The "EST people" may have a better immune system (better antibodies) according the the Handbook.
Friday, March 28, 2025
Mass Exodus
My response to October 7 as my loyal readers might recall, was to hope for ways to let the noncombatants in Gaza get away from the violence, by land, sea or air. I pointed out that Ukrainians had a period of mass exodus in connection with the Russian intervention, or invasion, with civilians escaping in both directions from the front lines. Syrians fled a combination of drought and civil war, most over land.
The focus going forward, in Eastern Europe, will be civilians returning, to whatever extent practical, perhaps with assistance from outside agriculturalists, the FAO for example.
I take for granted that the FAO and IAEA might be needed to assess whether any toxins (e.g. depleted uranium) have crept into the food chain, just as local authorities are doing in Northern California, around the lithium battery storage facility fire.
Didn't Governor DeSantis of Florida preclude Florida's accepting any Palestinian refugees shortly after October 7? The premise to such declarations is that there would be an exodus of refugees, needing to go somewhere, anywhere other than the bombing theater. As it turned out, Gazans were told to slosh around inside Gaza whereas their prisoner status, as entrapped and besieged, would not be ameliorated.
For some reason, authorities felt compelled to move a million plus Palestinians as a group, to maybe Egypt or Jordan (both said no), to hastily thrown together refugee camps for the evacuees. I could see providing a default destination for those with nowhere else to go, and suggested one myself, but surely charitable groups, churches, NGOs, would rise to the occasion and accept Palestinians in places all over the world, besides Florida.
I realize that against the rhetoric of providing evacuation fleets and buses, more like in Yugoslavia, is the rhetoric about right of return and never leaving. However I have a hard time, from my distance, judging if the decision to stay is really voluntary, given no choice is given. Why call it an "open air prison" and then pretend that it's actually just a concentration of people eager to keep living in a slum?
OK, sure, better than a slum in many neighborhoods, but nevertheless a blockaded ghetto, a sieged land.
I'd get into arguments that ethnic cleansing, so-called (gentrification is another word for it), is at least way better than genocide (murder). Letting the victim run away versus trapping the victim in a dead end alleyway, is less traumatic for the victim.
I'm assuming Israeli authorities would be happy to let Palestinians leave en masse, and that this is what President Trump was also promising. I could see a lot of Palestinians choosing to stay, to work on building a new airport for example. But why not let family members take refuge elsewhere, given that Gaza is certainly a slum now, if it wasn't before October 7?
I see Chechnya built about 200 units for Palestinian refugees. That's far short of a million. Not all the boat people from Vietnam came to Portland either, but a lot of them did, with a network of NGOs to support them.
That's a scene I know something about given my agency (CUE) was a management hub for such refugee work in the aftermath of the American War in Indochina. I understand any African country saying "no, we won't take them all en masse, what a silly idea". That's like how Poland was thinking about Ukrainians: sure some, but not all.
That we have no news stories about American countries accepting any Palestinian refugees, or even making plans to do so, tells me that the world has bought in to the concentration camp model, and even though we're witnessing a steady slaughter, they're thinking evacuation is not a realistic goal. Why? Because Palestinians are too in love with olive trees? They just can't help themselves, poor things. That's the propaganda I'm seeing.
If I were trapped in Gaza with my family, being bombed, I'd be asking the world why I'm made to stay here. Don't tell me how much I love olive gardens. Let me out of here, and do it now. I don't care if that's what the Israelis want as well. Let me out of this cage with the rabid dog. Instead, the onlookers express pity for my plight. It's like Hunger Games. The viewer-voyeurs are using my suffering for their entertainment.