Attenders are Friends who attend to the Spirit (however named) using the Friends Meeting for Worship as a vehicle for group (corporate) experience and worship.
If an attender is led by the spirit to seek membership status, she or he should write a letter to the Meeting's Oversight Committee. This triggers a process involving a Clearness Committee wherein the attender tests this leading, a kind of peer review process. See the Meeting's documentation for details.
However, it is not a requirement of Friends that attenders seek membership in order to fully participate in the life of the meeting. Committee work is open to all, and the label of "Friend" is used liberally to embrace all participants in the Religious Society who wish to claim some level of affiliation.
One's level of participation, more than one's status on paper, is often a better gauge of one's degree of commitment to Friends and their testimonies. Attenders may identify themselves as attending Friends e.g. "I attend such-and-such a meeting" whether or not they claim membership status.
Membership brings with it some new practices however. Members should expect their Meeting to be involved in carrying out their wishes upon death. What do you want to happen with your Flickr account, your Facebook, your email? What should happen with your body and so forth.
Attenders usually have not taken the step of asking a Meeting for these kinds of services, though I know of exceptions.
Membership, once acquired, may be transferred from Meeting to Meeting by a recognized process (see Faith and Practice or similar documentation). Other forms of membership, not obtained through any specific monthly meeting, may be available, either through a Yearly Meeting or perhaps FWCC. Check manuals for the latest practices or write to the clerk of one of these bodies for more information.
The choice to not pursue membership does not mean one is a second class participant in the life of a Meeting, only that one may have made other arrangements with regard to the dying process.
The practice around weddings is similar: one may have a Quaker wedding without being a member, or be a member yet choose to wed in a different manner, perhaps because other family would prefer to celebrate in a different tradition.
Sometimes a new Meeting will form from a worship group in such a manner that the attenders attain membership in the process of the Meeting itself becoming recognized as part of a larger group of meetings.
However, in the case of breakaway Meetings, affiliation with other Quaker organizations may come later if at all. Not all Friends recognize one another as Friends of their own kind (the division between unprogrammed and pastoral is an old schism, however there are others as well).
Attending Friends may choose to not seek membership because their affiliations extend to other traditions, some of which may be controversial among Friends.
A given membership may collectively fear infiltration by "pagans" or "spies" or "gangs" or "ranters" or "the AFSC" or "clerics" some other persuasion judged "not Friendly enough".
Rather than rock the boat by insisting on membership, attender status may be the way to go i.e. continuing to participate as an attender may be the most "sympatico" or mutually agreeable outcome for a given special case Friend. Ben Franklin might be considered a role model in this regard.
Note that a common practice among Friends, historically speaking, among members and attenders alike, is journaling, which these days might mean blogging.
If you're looking to adopt more Friends' practices, consider taking up journaling in some way shape or form. More and more people are doing that anyway, which might be taken as a sign that Friends were on to something early -- which fact should probably not seem surprising given Friends attend to the leading of the spirit or zeitgeist.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Fall Equinox
I'll summarize a number of events here.
First, the Portland State Meteorite Lab held its annual fundraiser, once again featuring Brother Guy Consolmagno, astronomer for the Vatican, a sovereign nation with two disconnected properties: at the center of Rome and Castel Gandalfo. Then lets not forget VATT, the Mt. Graham observatory in Arizona.
During WW2, the Vatican's growing meteorite collection was preserved at Castel Gandalfo. There was some understanding, promoted by FDR especially, that there would be no bombing of Rome or other historic sites in Italy.
Castel Gandalfo was likewise mostly spared, although an American plane did hit at least one of the buildings.
Brother Guy also talked about the tank battles of North Africa, given one of the meteor donors was also a leading Anglo surveyor of the region, and an evangelist for the idea of a new lake in the Sahara, fed by canal. The Brits were advantaged by the surveying / mapping that had occurred as a result of this planning.
Lew was at this talk and showed me some of the pictures on his phone that he's been getting with his new telescope, which takes a camera as an attachment. Lew has pressed ahead with researching, ordering and installing a sound system for the Friends Meetinghouse on Stark Street. We should be testing it this week.
Lots of biking that day, including out to around 13th and Alberta, near the house where my memories of Portland begin. I took some pictures of it.
Most of the week was devoted to getting our Portland faculty reconfigured, with a super from Illinois flying out to do some training. We toured a bit, visiting Oaks Park. She's a grader, like the rest of us.
Wanderers kicked off its Fall Retreat, timed with the Equinox, on Friday. Bob and Sarah joined us. Good seeing Alex again (he stopped by the Pauling House today and we went for lunch at Toney Bento).
Rose City Astronomers, the cosmologists' group, decided to shift their meeting to Friday and showed up just as the retreat was getting underway. This confluence of groups resulted in some interesting cross-fertilization. At least one cosmology buff jumped over to our group and stayed with us until Saturday.
Wanderers met for breakfast at The Roadrunner, a new cafe on Division.
Since everyone except me has been out of town, the dog has had some unsupervised time to bark up a storm. This bothered the neighbors quite a bit. I need to keep the windows closed when no humans are home.
Lindsey returned from her hike around the mountain, in the company of three others. Today, the Food Not Bombs drop off was bigger than ever.
I've been plowing through Breaking Bad amidst a flurry of documentaries.
Ignite Portland 11 happened in the middle of this. Ben, with our school, was a principal organizer. That's appropriate given the historical roots of the Ignite franchise.
First, the Portland State Meteorite Lab held its annual fundraiser, once again featuring Brother Guy Consolmagno, astronomer for the Vatican, a sovereign nation with two disconnected properties: at the center of Rome and Castel Gandalfo. Then lets not forget VATT, the Mt. Graham observatory in Arizona.
During WW2, the Vatican's growing meteorite collection was preserved at Castel Gandalfo. There was some understanding, promoted by FDR especially, that there would be no bombing of Rome or other historic sites in Italy.
Castel Gandalfo was likewise mostly spared, although an American plane did hit at least one of the buildings.
Brother Guy also talked about the tank battles of North Africa, given one of the meteor donors was also a leading Anglo surveyor of the region, and an evangelist for the idea of a new lake in the Sahara, fed by canal. The Brits were advantaged by the surveying / mapping that had occurred as a result of this planning.
Lew was at this talk and showed me some of the pictures on his phone that he's been getting with his new telescope, which takes a camera as an attachment. Lew has pressed ahead with researching, ordering and installing a sound system for the Friends Meetinghouse on Stark Street. We should be testing it this week.
Lots of biking that day, including out to around 13th and Alberta, near the house where my memories of Portland begin. I took some pictures of it.
Most of the week was devoted to getting our Portland faculty reconfigured, with a super from Illinois flying out to do some training. We toured a bit, visiting Oaks Park. She's a grader, like the rest of us.
Wanderers kicked off its Fall Retreat, timed with the Equinox, on Friday. Bob and Sarah joined us. Good seeing Alex again (he stopped by the Pauling House today and we went for lunch at Toney Bento).
Rose City Astronomers, the cosmologists' group, decided to shift their meeting to Friday and showed up just as the retreat was getting underway. This confluence of groups resulted in some interesting cross-fertilization. At least one cosmology buff jumped over to our group and stayed with us until Saturday.
Wanderers met for breakfast at The Roadrunner, a new cafe on Division.
Since everyone except me has been out of town, the dog has had some unsupervised time to bark up a storm. This bothered the neighbors quite a bit. I need to keep the windows closed when no humans are home.
Lindsey returned from her hike around the mountain, in the company of three others. Today, the Food Not Bombs drop off was bigger than ever.
I've been plowing through Breaking Bad amidst a flurry of documentaries.
Ignite Portland 11 happened in the middle of this. Ben, with our school, was a principal organizer. That's appropriate given the historical roots of the Ignite franchise.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
The Love Song of RBF (movie review)
This traveling exhibit of movie director + live band is a new kind of blending of film and the arts. In the early days of film, before "talkies", a live piano or even an orchestra might provide sound track, with spoken parts inserted as readable text, usually not much of it. Comic books were for the more literate, who could get off on lots of talk and thought balloons.
Having the director, Sam Green, narrate the movie adds to the texture of the Q&A, plus makes it the logical analog of the book tour. Why would you tour your movie and not show it? The show is to get into the material with an audience and go with the flow they create. In this case, the fifth showing of the work, the audience found Fuller endearing but also easy to mock in a gentle way. They were actually mocking a whole generation. "Bucky meets the Hippies on Hippie Hill" is one of Sam's favorite tapes and it's obvious why. An acid tripping hippie gives Bucky a "high David" (star sign) amidst a veritable talk balloon. Bucky takes it all in, amused, and the TV anchor assures the audience we all had a good time (the 1960s was quite tense remember, with a break-down in town-gown relations).
This is a definite contribution to the literature. People have been wondering about that archives. That the Rodney King episode and near burning of Fuller's chronofile was a triggering event was news to me. What I remember is more mundane and soap operatic, but with the same outcome: the chronofile went to Stanford, which has this Matrix-like way of storing things. Good outcome. The audience is somewhat mesmerized by that image, right from the beginning, right after the helicopter does its thing. But then all those copters were soon needed in Viet Nam and did "that thing" (lifting a geodesic dome from point A to point B) hardly at all, after that. Domes have faded into the industrial background, the spheres back into nature, as carbon molecules and viruses, topics in STEM.
Allusions to Thinking Out Loud, another major filmic contribution, were cut through it. We end in pretty much the same place, with memories of this quirky man in a Hawaiian shirt trying to get us to feel the world spinning round, a fool on the hill.
The Q&A was interesting, as was the venue, Washington High School, our ghostly Ministry of Education but a headquarters for PICA all along (an art colony of sorts) and producer of this TBA event, 10th year running. A major event. I stood in the wrong line and despaired of getting in, then found Trevor with his friend. I felt lucky to get in, lets put it that way. Plus I'd gotten special dispensation from the clerk of Oversight to leave our monthly committee meeting early (enough time to go over guidelines on the membership process, a process subject to attender review).
One guy in the audience told the story of how Bucky stopped by his VW bus to explain how he could enlarge its footprint, when stationary, with slanted awnings of various kinds, a well known design by this time. We have a tea van with "wings" here in Portland. Another announced that "tensegrity" was still important and could change the world. Trevor and I exchanged glances, mutually amused to be immersed in such a theater.
Trevor had some souvenirs for the performers, was actually a guest of the director's. His Synchronofile is well respected among Buckynauts. I'd learned of this event through Tim DuRoche whom I met through Portland Center Stage during the last major Bucky-related event in Portland. Speaking of which, one could see relationships between this performance and the D.W. Jacobs play. The synchronization of pre-recorded media and live performance is essential to them both. Psychedelica haunt the background.
The arc of Sam's story is the Seattle World's Fair as we know it today (Seattle Center), where there's still a "laser dome" showing synchronized sound and light. He'd gone to "laser Gaga" and gone gaga, in part owing to the mystery of the venue. Who had planned a "laser dome" for Seattle's youth, anyway? Where does this story start? That's what takes him to Stanford, and the archives.
The music was quite engaging and reminiscent of the Burning Man focused Factory Of One. The "music video" genre has come full circle, as there's no reason a live performance can't have pre-recorded elements as well. The extended shots of the Dymaxion Car, the dome in Montreal, and the compositions that go with, are nicely meshed. You could hear the horn in traffic. Bucky having his own house built, in Carbondale, is indeed endearing. Anne's presence is muted.
The audience thought "dymaxion" sounded funny (which it does).
T.C. Howard gets credit for the laser dome, which was originally part of a Boeing exhibit.
Speaking of psychedelica, the sidebar on Stewart Brand is quite good. "Why Haven't We Seen Any Pictures of the Whole Earth Yet?" he's asking, after yakking with Bucky (and dropping acid). Pretty soon, we're seeing them, including on the cover of the Whole Earth Catalog. Good to fit that in. One could sense a torch being passed, in a way, as the old hippies communicated their lore to a 21st century audience, mostly born after Nixon, dim memories of Reagan.
Having an atmosphere of general levity, with Fuller's upbeat message still resonating, is conducive to seriousness also. This was a Powerpoint on steroids, with lots of resources devoted thereto, and one would want it to make waves. Even if the content becomes more cartoon-like, as we turn to Synergetics with live sound, we'll not want to let go of the serious notes. Your quality of life somewhat hinges on what you do with those artifacts, those toys, now that you have them. You've been well provided for, but are your reflexes too dated to make good use of the opportunity? Are you humans too slow? That's a perennial question, isn't it.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Wanderers 2012.9.11
Michael Hagmeier is here at the Pauling House, with Heather, and some of his didj collection.
Dick Pugh is here too, reminding us of the upcoming lecture by the Vatican astronomer, about the Vatican's meteor collection.
Since Dick and Michael have both been to Australia that made for some discussion.
Michael is selling tickets for his concert, September 29th.
The conversation continued to meander.
Discovered bombs and weapons from wars long over (a topic).
Jimmy is here talking about his experiments with ultra-light camping gear. That discussion is apropos as Lindsey is busy configuring for an away team, leaving tomorrow.
I left her to her business in the living room as conversation would only make for further delays.
How much weight to pack is a big discussion. Lots of parameters and tradeoffs.
This all sounds like STEM to me, and/or "girl scout math" (one of my curriculum writing projects).
More with less. Dymaxion.
The tiny water filter Jimmy brought for show and tell was awesome. Lindsey should meet this guy.
Friday, September 07, 2012
DjangoCon 2012
We met in Crystal City this year, adjacent Reagan Airport. I came and went on US Airways. Election fever was in the air, or at least lots of political theater. I took a break from the MVP party in Steve's suite, to see what the prez had to say. Then back up the elevator for more jocular banter. I'd supplied the booze, though I knew my taxi driver had religious practices that forbade him to deal in alcohol. He wasn't, these were separate transactions (cab fare versus supermarket). Hyatt again.
I was most fortunate to reconnect with Glenn Baker, high school chum in the Philippines. He'd been in Vienna, Virginia before Manila, in India, Turkey and Pakistan before that, another expat brat, like me. His dad was USIS when I knew them, mine USAID, former UN, a free lancer. My dad'd also worked for the Libyans, the Egyptians and the Swiss. Glenn stayed with our family that time we were living in DC and I was rather newly into the Bucky stuff. Glenn got a job with CDI, and formed better relations with Cuba. I went on in software, developing applications in a proprietary Microsoft language (acquired, formerly FoxPro 2, another in the xBase genre), then migrated to Python, which is what brought me here, courtesy of The Open Bastion and my day job.
In supplying some drinks (including Dead Guy Ale) for this party, I was contributing as a private citizen to an event. The Django Software Foundation (DSF) never commits funds for alcohol purchase (I think that's a bylaw) and some of its core developers have no use for the stuff. This doesn't mean Django the product can't be used by gambling establishments that serve drinks. The software license is one of freedom, and open source. Coffee shops that offer games of skill and practice for charitable cause funding, are welcome to use Django.
Glenn and I checked out The Artisphere in Rosslyn, closed on Labor Day, where he spotted a friend of his in the lineup of exhibitors. Then we found ourselves in Georgetown, almost by accident, exploring the "Exorcist steps". This will be the topic of my presentation at our next staff Show & Tell I'm pretty sure. These don't happen often (last one: Bodega Bay, backdrop for Hitchcock's The Birds). As The Story of Film remembers, The Exorcist pioneered new ground in helping audience members go crazy and faint or whatever it was (some kind of religious frenzy, as if possessed by some spirit).
I learned a lot about the limitations of current web technology. Stuff I thought had become seamless, is far from it. The question, from an engineering standpoint, is whether you're looking at JSON or HTTP stuff on the wire. A Twitter or one of those will load the HTML and then just puppet with JSON, using web sockets or whatever. That's right, up to our ears in geek speak as usual, happy to have our own language. I sat next to such creatures at Princeton in the cafeteria, shyly with my tray, wondering what they were yammering about. Was it English? Maybe not quite?
At least the gender gap is closing. Many other gaps are strongly in evidence. PyLadies invited Steve for breakfast. I was "slaying the Q" that morning (shop talk). I was grateful to sit in on many of the talks. FoxPro was SQL intensive, still is (a language for writing thick clients -- can also work server side). I think a lot about Trucking (as in Truckology) in this context, not exclusively about medical data.
The talk on credit card industry standards, PCI, and the difference between A and D status, was enlightening. To certify as a D, meaning you warehouse credit card info, is no easy task. The Web offers many solutions, with more to come, whereby an A status merchant can sell to a cardholder without card numbers ever hitting her or his persistent storage devices. This makes life much easier, should auditing happen.
I actually managed to space out my return date and lucked out, thanks to Expedia guy and US Airways. Usually same day fares on busy flights are unavailable to exorbitant. I was glad to help with ground control remotely by cell, when Lindsey's mom's plane came in late (LW, our visiting scholar and blog character -- and strong athlete in the "lifestyle Olympics"). I kept burners warm at the Math Forum, cooking up some steamy STEM stew (I think with a good aroma, healthful fare).
Eric Sterling proved an interesting interlocutor, one of our keynote speakers. He joined our party at the top of the Hyatt, with our friends from Brazil, other places, and held forth on Quakers and Quaker history in an engaging manner. His first job upon leaving college was with WILPF, where my mom works to this day. Fascinating guy. That's the kind you'll meet around DC if you're lucky.
Burning Man proved a theme, somewhat unexpectedly. Ties within the Django community were somewhat anticipated (by me) but in the rear view mirror it makes sense. "More Monty Python jokes and allusions in the literature" was one of the popularly agreed upon resolutions, at least in the circle I was lurking in. My perspective is limited, as always. Good hearing from Gagus (his Google name), my student in Indonesia.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Madagascar 3 (movie review)
This movie was rewarding because of personal imagery I'd concocted, wherein a tiger jumps back and forth, from perch to perch, through a ring. This was my rendering of the Jitterbug Transformation, something talked about in Synergetics, the transcendentalist philosophy I sometimes traffic in. I used to fill my notebooks with doodles, including of this tiger jumping between positive and negative Universe through cosmic zero.
Madagascar 3 has such a tiger. True, this isn't a movie on Synergetics perhaps, but synergy happens nonetheless. Also thematic (for me) is the Russian theme, as I've sounded like some exKGB guy in some of my confessions, though I'm not claiming the requisite accent. This might be Wittgenstein's influence, hard to say. Having this all be a circus adds a touch of Le Carré.
The characters in this animal story are pleasantly multi-ethnic, which goes with their being different species. Their personalities were strongly sketched in the first two of this series, such that the third gets away with a lot of coasting, taking advantage of saved capital. I don't begrudge the film makers this choice, as giving character development some R&R leaves plenty of room for world touring (we go to Rome, New York, London, Monte Carlo though not necessarily in that order).
Nor is it that we're leaving character development entirely out of it. On the contrary, some new characters are added, including a village idiot of a circus seal, an Italian. The naive belief of these has beens, in some Circus Americano is to some extent a self-booting fantasy, like America itself, always self-reinventing. Now we like the Russians, a lot. Afro, polka dots... quite the melting pot of freedom-loving tricksters.
Madagascar 3 has such a tiger. True, this isn't a movie on Synergetics perhaps, but synergy happens nonetheless. Also thematic (for me) is the Russian theme, as I've sounded like some exKGB guy in some of my confessions, though I'm not claiming the requisite accent. This might be Wittgenstein's influence, hard to say. Having this all be a circus adds a touch of Le Carré.
The characters in this animal story are pleasantly multi-ethnic, which goes with their being different species. Their personalities were strongly sketched in the first two of this series, such that the third gets away with a lot of coasting, taking advantage of saved capital. I don't begrudge the film makers this choice, as giving character development some R&R leaves plenty of room for world touring (we go to Rome, New York, London, Monte Carlo though not necessarily in that order).
Nor is it that we're leaving character development entirely out of it. On the contrary, some new characters are added, including a village idiot of a circus seal, an Italian. The naive belief of these has beens, in some Circus Americano is to some extent a self-booting fantasy, like America itself, always self-reinventing. Now we like the Russians, a lot. Afro, polka dots... quite the melting pot of freedom-loving tricksters.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
The Story of Film: An Odyssey (movie review)
The most obvious thing to say at the outset is: there are lots of ways to tell the story of film and this is just one guy's account. Such introductions should be unnecessary but not every reader is so fluent in the humanities as to remember what it means to give a work the floor: that means you let the storyteller tell a story and don't always interrupt with the obvious thought: but you're not the only storyteller around. Like, duh.
And a gifted storyteller he is, this Mark Cousins, and fluent with the camera, talking about editing techniques, lighting, while building a vocabulary, an unvarnished travelogue. He needed to go to these places, interview the directors, a few actors. He films what might be considered mundane parts of town, amidst the more touristy, but that just adds to the realism, and helps establish a consistent background for framing, for telling the story of film. The other glue that holds this movie together is the lilt and cadence of the narration itself.
The film is self aware and shows the tradition of film and artists manifesting self awareness through this medium. The scope is global. We don't just look at "international films" in some section; we keep circling the globe, coming back, updating. Iran, Japan, Korea, Russia... we keep revisiting. The Hollywood sign is given lots of closeup treatment, supports the reverie. As our view keeps rolling around the planet, our vocabulary grows. Italy, Nordic countries... China.
My own trajectory took me through Rome's English language theaters, mainly two, one far away in Trastevere and the other within walking distance, not far from Piazza Euclide (I was closer to Piazza Ungheria, on Viale Paroli). Steve McQueen, James Coburn, the 007 films... spaghetti westerns. I watched a lot in the Philippines too. I was pleased when he hit films I'd seen, made me feel culturally literate, but on balance I'm more reminded of what a small fraction of these movies I've seen, and all of them are but the tip of an iceberg. One gets the same feeling in a library or bookstore: way too many for one lifetime, where to begin?
The focus is very much on directors and innovation. What was cutting edge at the time, where were the most copied ideas coming from? How do you show when two people are talking to one another, what is your angle as onlooker? We become habituated to conventions, such that when a different approach is taken, we notice, but how well may we articulate what's different? Films like this one, 15 hours in all, spread over five weeks of viewing, help build that shared global literacy and ability to discuss and appreciate, as well as make, films.
What I'd say The Story of Film does not have much time for is animation / cartoons (Fantasia, Yellow Submarine, The Simpsons), television and advertising, and the kind of literary ideas being bandied about in wider culture. The TV sitcom and soap opera, news coverage, the ecosystem between Netflix, Internet and film. He talks about the move to digital, but less in terms of what this means in terms of distribution / copying.
Thanks to Trevor, I'd seen some of that Scotsman climbing the Guggenheim, and that single 90 minute movie shot by Sakahrov in Russia. The Stalker, I've seen it. So pleased he gets all the way up through Avatar and Moulin Rouge. Romeo & Juliet by Baz Lurhman. No slacker. Tight script. Really interesting personas. Nothing about Mishima and Schrader's make of it, that I can remember anyway. Nothing about Aliens, but lots on James Cameron. Good awareness of documentaries. No mention of the Qatsi movies. No mention of IMAX or 3D.
I was fascinated by TV series theme songs and opening sequences, a connoisseur one might say. Six Feet Under's was brilliant and bleak. Advertising, and jingles, really got my attention as well. We used to record commercials for each other, back in Rome.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Factory of One (movie review)
I've not been to the annual Burning Man Festival, which is about to start up again in a couple weeks. I'd become peripherally involved, as "burners" (as they call themselves) had a kind of "decompression party" at Circadia, a kind of art colony (like Milepost 5). Lindsey, new in Portland, had been attracted to that spot as a likely place to perform (which panned out). I was her chauffeur / roadie at the time, exploring another side of Portlandia.
This movie, A Factory of One, is about the artistic seriousness of one particular individual who likes to make the large multi-purpose structures that characterize Burning Man. People feel inspired to make prototypes and also to show off lifestyle ideas. They do this in blazing heat, wind, terribly challenging conditions, which is its own kind of field testing. In some ways, new generations are giving birth to themselves in this event, even though it only lasts for six days.
The film starts out months ahead of time and teases us through months of tedious welding and metal work in the garage. Computer graphics spin around, showing the Emerald City that's planned (hexagons and pentagons, a kind of "Stockton stockade" (per global matrix)). A story unfolds. Not everyone who planned to go ends up going. No keys to the city this year (spoiler?). Free haircuts are a big hit, great idea.
This was a debut public showing of a smartly edited interestingly scored documentary. Not only was it set in Portland, but the producer, director, main star, and musician were all on stage to answer questions afterward. I asked if they'd considered showing more of the film-making process as a part of the film.
I've been watching The Story of Film, fifteen hour documentary, and am hip to the idea that an artist doesn't always try to paint him or herself into the canvas. By keeping a certain psychological distance, even in intimate settings, the film becomes a parallel project with its own pattern of interfacing with the public, such as this occasion at Hollywood Theater, one of Portland's finest and an historic venue for great films.
Friend Timothy Travis was there, and also shared a statement. He thought people could relate to the solo labor of love, the private passion, that people bring to their work. He expected the movie would be a big success because people would resonate with the main character.
I was there with Matt, more of a skeptic and less blown over by the Burning Man culture, which was great for contrast. We're used to getting cues from the music as to how we're supposed to feel about a scene, and sometimes those cues would seem at odds. I got used to the style though and don't blame the craftsmanship. This is a well designed film that makes innovative use of time lapse and speed up, to show a project progressing.
People who like Myth Busters and This Old House, other crafty DIY shows, will likely like this film. Make: Magazine should do a rave review.
Matt's older brother's son, Nathaniel, was the producer and one of the cinematographers, also the editor (director: Sage Eaton). Talk about a labor of love. I hope this film gets to the viewers who would benefit most from seeing it. There's much to learn from its simple story against a somewhat extraordinary background, like the birth of a new nation (but different).
Monday, August 13, 2012
Of Quaker Schools and Descartes
Although I resigned my membership some years ago, to bolster the position of "attender" more whole-heartedly, I've continued to serve on Oversight as well as other committees. Insofar as most branches keep the membership idea alive, it needs to be nurtured and our Meeting has been doing some of that homework. The quality seems pretty high.
At work, we have changes in refund policies and new stresses around bottlenecks. Then there's the enigma of such a low profile and skeletal crew. A big contract might sink us. I'm glad we're so small. Having strong math skills is an interpersonal asset in many cases. If you don't glaze over, when talking to the boss, that's a plus.
Although we're not under water (figuratively speaking, in Manila this might be more literally true), the extended family is feeling the pinch. I was delving into Neal Stephenson's Reamde (not a typo) recently, and enjoying the long dose of family he opens with. Were my high desert school or schools to materialize (Caldera an influence), I'd be looking to place my people, no question. I'd be looking for good fits.
As a "director of my own movie" character (what they teach you in est, no?), of course I'm most familiar with the characters around me, many of them characters in this blog. So of course I'm not hesitant to put them forward, where I think they might shine. I'm not some boss with a whip though. People aren't worried when they don't pander to my every whim, and that's how it should be. I'm just another guy in the gym.
Like I'd always wanted to have a safe haven for Nick, full of domes, plenty of bandwidth. He'd be the old bardic historian, the narrator, the auto-poises guy. He didn't live to see the day. I've felt behind schedule.
Am I talking about boarding schools then? Where would they (the Global U students) go next? How do all these bases link up, these campuses? What is their purpose, whom do they serve?
These are all excellent questions, and these blogs weave in and out around some answers, giving my personal vision of how it could work (bizmos play a role). Call me a science fiction writer -- as well as a spin doctor (complementary skill sets).
I've also been reading about Descartes' in that book I believe I first learned about from Glenn Stockton, Descartes' Secret Notebook. I've finally finished it on my Kindle (lots of typos, I must say -- the OCR output is not double checked by a human very carefully).
Whatever Cartesianism maybe is, maybe isn't, lets circle the lifestyle, somewhat like Wittgenstein's, in terms of wandering, sometimes with a military operation, a lot of time alone, a solitary soul. He kept wanting to escape his "friends" because, lets face it, many "friends" are really "frenemies". The more jealous people got, the more was he their target.
He suffered some heart wrenching breakups and stupid feuds. He died when he was about my age, trying to educate a young queen to assume her duties for Sweden. Not an easy job, as he was surrounded by a jealous court of people this book calls "grammarians" (WTF?).
Anyway, I'm not planning to be a Descartes basher, whatever I think of "cogito ergo sum". The fact that his skull got separated from the rest and ended up in some Museum of Hominids, representing the Sapiens, is really quite hilarious on some level. Lets assume he'd be amused.
At work, we have changes in refund policies and new stresses around bottlenecks. Then there's the enigma of such a low profile and skeletal crew. A big contract might sink us. I'm glad we're so small. Having strong math skills is an interpersonal asset in many cases. If you don't glaze over, when talking to the boss, that's a plus.
Although we're not under water (figuratively speaking, in Manila this might be more literally true), the extended family is feeling the pinch. I was delving into Neal Stephenson's Reamde (not a typo) recently, and enjoying the long dose of family he opens with. Were my high desert school or schools to materialize (Caldera an influence), I'd be looking to place my people, no question. I'd be looking for good fits.
As a "director of my own movie" character (what they teach you in est, no?), of course I'm most familiar with the characters around me, many of them characters in this blog. So of course I'm not hesitant to put them forward, where I think they might shine. I'm not some boss with a whip though. People aren't worried when they don't pander to my every whim, and that's how it should be. I'm just another guy in the gym.
Like I'd always wanted to have a safe haven for Nick, full of domes, plenty of bandwidth. He'd be the old bardic historian, the narrator, the auto-poises guy. He didn't live to see the day. I've felt behind schedule.
Am I talking about boarding schools then? Where would they (the Global U students) go next? How do all these bases link up, these campuses? What is their purpose, whom do they serve?
These are all excellent questions, and these blogs weave in and out around some answers, giving my personal vision of how it could work (bizmos play a role). Call me a science fiction writer -- as well as a spin doctor (complementary skill sets).
I've also been reading about Descartes' in that book I believe I first learned about from Glenn Stockton, Descartes' Secret Notebook. I've finally finished it on my Kindle (lots of typos, I must say -- the OCR output is not double checked by a human very carefully).
Whatever Cartesianism maybe is, maybe isn't, lets circle the lifestyle, somewhat like Wittgenstein's, in terms of wandering, sometimes with a military operation, a lot of time alone, a solitary soul. He kept wanting to escape his "friends" because, lets face it, many "friends" are really "frenemies". The more jealous people got, the more was he their target.
He suffered some heart wrenching breakups and stupid feuds. He died when he was about my age, trying to educate a young queen to assume her duties for Sweden. Not an easy job, as he was surrounded by a jealous court of people this book calls "grammarians" (WTF?).
Anyway, I'm not planning to be a Descartes basher, whatever I think of "cogito ergo sum". The fact that his skull got separated from the rest and ended up in some Museum of Hominids, representing the Sapiens, is really quite hilarious on some level. Lets assume he'd be amused.
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Adventures in Teaching and Driving
I was just coming to the Y where I-405 sweeps over the Willamette on Fremont Bridge, a high arching double decker taking traffic through downtown, a branch off of I-5.
I-205 is the other branch, feeding the east side of town, rejoining I-5 south of Oregon City. I-405, in contrast, rejoins right on the south edge of downtown.
Branching off the Fremont Bridge though, if you don't want to circle south, is Hwy 30 to St. Helens and Astoria.
My destination: University of Portland, on a Friday afternoon in the blaze of summer, after 3 PM. At 4:05 my classroom would be brimming not just with my students, but their siblings, guardians, parents, grandparents... the place would be packed, and I wouldn't be there if I stuck to I-5.
That was the calculation anyway, as I veered at the Y, over the Fremont. I-5 was hardly moving. I'd be stuck. I'd drive north to the St. John's Bridge, and come back south through St. John's. The plan worked. Hwy. 30 was relatively light, except for the queue to cross the bridge itself on a long uphill grade.
This bridge is dramatic, an historic landmark. Next week, they'll be Bridge Pedaling over it.
Coming back I've mostly been enjoying the parapets of Willamette Boulevard. I've seen geodesic domes on both sides of the Willamette. The ones on the ship are more like golf balls, radomes, or are those for natural gas of some kind. I'm thinking radome.
The ones next to the highway are the usual fuel tank covers, a commonplace in the fuel distribution network.
Trevor once did a geocache on this theme. I helped out by chauffeuring.
Speaking of Trevor, he's got some new Kindle ebooks out there, low priced and enticing, and suitably esoteric. We met at Greater Trumps again, though no cigar smoking this time.
I was somewhat anxious about Tara's oral surgery early next morning, and how that would go (wisdom teeth extraction), and would I be hitting my marks at University of Portland by 10:50 AM -- an earlier start on this Friday, as we were having an open house in the afternoon. Could be a day from hell.
The operation went smoothly (only Novocaine, no nitrous). I read in TIME (about polygamous families) and Newsweek (about people going crazy using the Internet). We'd switched venues because I was for the first time getting some dental coverage from insurance.
Healthnet paid big bucks on Dawn's terminal illness but we could never afford any coverage for mundane stuff under $5000 -- those were always out of pocket expenses, if affordable.
As it happened, our family had just become eligible for assistance with this medically necessary procedure after a six month waiting period. This was new insurance.
These are the language games we had in place back then, somewhat in place when I got here, though the rules have kept changing. People mostly only had a dim understanding of the games, with TV a weak link in not being able to explain them.
Banking was especially opaque, with the scandals around Barclay's attracting little evening news attention -- too complicated, too close to home.
My class ended at 12:35 PM and rather than wait around until 4:05 PM I elected to drive home. That was easy enough on I-5, in the middle of the day. Interstate, a street, not an interstate freeway, is another way to go north and south, on the east side of the river, and I'd done that the day before. The Max (light rail) takes that route.
Anyway, the real traffic didn't start until closer to rush hour, when I was on my way back. I'd found Tara to be well after the procedure, resting and recovering. I enjoyed some time with the family before skedattling back.
What was I teaching? Martian Math and Python Programming we called it. They ended up needing to use Notepad in Win7 as their code editor, with Python 2.7 in terminal mode.
We did have access to VPython though, on a Q: drive.
I recycled movingballs2.py and some others from the Reed College version of this class, plus added some news. We rolled our own. Students each had a directory in which to write, but that had to be added to the Python path, so:
>>> import sys
>>> sys.path.append("c:/users/SAstu1")
>>> import sa1 # copied from the Internet or USB memory stick
The Mandelbrot Set was more important this time, and I made the connection to the Mandelbulb, in terms of aesthetics, computer fly-throughs.
Given we could darken the room (a "lower blinds" switch) and project on a big screen, I was sure to take advantage. During the open house, a switched the lights off several times, so they could appreciated the theater-like ambiance (the seats were also tiered).
On the Math Forum, I used the opportunity per usual, donning my lobbiest hat and strutting on stage on behalf of a STEM curriculum that's deliberately integrating, and considers TCP/IP a worthy topic for middle schoolers, why not? We watched Warriors of the Net.
What's not to understand? True, we didn't get into DNS and BIND, but this was just a week's course. The goal was to become more enamored with what geekdom has to offer, in terms of toys that morph into tools as one grows older.
We talked about the Internet's history. Thanks to Trevor, I was able to share the first picture transmitted over the WWW at CERN. I mentioned Tim Berners Lee having some role in the Olympics.
Given this generation has little first hand experience with WW2, or even that genre of movie, Code Guardian might have seemed a little strange, as it looks like a Nazi attack on Pearl Harbor (never happened).
My point, though, was how few people were needed to make this film, given technology being what it is.
I also mentioned August 6 was coming up.
We also looked at Blender quite a bit, not hands on, but in terms of what it could do. That included watching the movie Sintel.
When the open house was over, by 4:30 PM (some had come early, but I was there first), I drove back to St. John's. Rather than add to the rush hour traffic, I settled in at the McMenamins there, for some beer, food and wifi.
I was actually able to catch up on the day job for a couple of hours, and catch some Olympics, before wending my way home, over the St. John's Bridge and along Hwy 30 again, a dramatic way to get back through Portland.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
OSCON 2012: Tutorials
I'm glad my co-worker is here, currently based in Peoria. He went on the OSCON 5K run tonight, which was interrupted by a bridge going up, apropos for Bridge City. The Bartons, me 'n Steve, in the meantime, were at Camp OSCON, this year's fun fest, the night before OSCON proper begins. We've had the two days of tutorials.
Fortunately, I had a 3 button mouse, the wheel counting as a button. Blender, the full featured open source 3D / 4D polyhedrons-based rendering program, with a Python console, is pretty useless without such a mouse. Our teacher is so much the Blenderphile that he'd switched away from Apple, because there's never a number pad (lots of hot keys). He recommended Logitech's 3-button mouse, which is what I had, supplied by my place of work.
Speaking of which, Tim O'Reilly was there at Camp OSCON. I was thinking this guy looked a lot like Tim, but he was looking so informal, no name tag, kinda street person, kinda Occupy. Then I realized this was Tim for real, and he was clearly thinking about following Steve in the dunk tank, raising funds for Free Geek ($10 for three balls). I tried to sink Steve (courtesy of Patrick), as did Patrick, and came close (I hit the target, but not hard enough). Steve sunk Tim on his first throw.
My second tutorial was about the Go language, a tightly designed little gem from Google, a new general purpose language akin to C in some ways, but with more emphasis on concurrency through channels. I got it installed at least, and somewhat followed, but I'm not released from my day job to come here and needed to attend to my queues. Think of me knitting, multi-tasking.
The Bartons seemed to really enjoy their experience. Steve had snagged them some passes. Camp OSCON was a very kid-friendly event, despite the alcohol, like a Fourth of July picnic in many ways. It had been planned for outdoors, but with the threat of storms, it was moved into the Convention Center, Exhibit Hall A.
Last night we snagged some random attenders and showed them around the hood. Our friend from Bainbridge Island (near Seattle) quickly tuned in that a bunch of experts on Antarctica are in town, and is now dividing his time. Jose is from Guatemala, though he's now from Miami, and his never seen snow before. He hopes to, up close, after OSCON is over.
Our third guest, in addition to Josh, was from Baltimore and joked that his company made "replicants" (sounds science fictiony). We showed them Backstage, and Greater Trumps (where we met up with Trevor). We also ducked into the theater itself, where a panel discussion on electric cars was in full swing. The Revenge of the Electric Car was on the marquee, with several parked around the block, recent models (no Tesla though).
I had my camera going quite a bit. The guy behind me at the Go workshop at a Raspberry Pi. I asked him about the cool little case and he said he'd "printed it this morning". Yes, I'm a bit of a paparazzo, surreptitiously collecting pix of celebrities. Ah, there's R0ml. And Alex Martelli. Selena. Gabriella. Mark of DemocracyLab. Lots of beautiful souls here (nice auras), looking forward to keynotes, other talks, such as I am able to attend.
The Expo Hall was only opened briefly, a foretaste. OSCON is well planned. We're shown a good time, and people tend to enjoy Portland with its many delights. The Mayor will address us tomorrow.
Josh was also on duty, with Skype conferences to join. He might have made it to Puppet Labs tonight, for their party. Steve and I headed back to the hood, taking Max. Patrick and family returned home. He's been working with Nike these past several months.
At the lunch (which I hadn't expected), I joined one of the Pythonista tables (they had tables labeled by 'tribe'). My table mate to the right was from the Netherlands, from which Python originally hails. This was his first OSCON and first trip to Portland. To my left were some Eventbrite guys, while on around was a Plone developer from New Mexico, who sometimes worked with Sandia (where Patrick used to work). We talked about Zope quite a bit, a cutting edge product in its hay day, and still maturing.
I read and reviewed quite a few talk proposals as a member of the planning committee this year, so was permitted admission. The Blender tutorial was one I'd strongly advocated we include. Having experienced the workshop, I feel vindicated in my advocacy, though Blender cannot be mastered in a few short hours.
Our teacher wisely gave us a lot of big picture overview, about the rendering pipeline in general. He's an artist and sculptor, not a coder, which is encouraging in terms of community building. He's also a core member of the Blender power user community and was able to let us in on a lot of insider information about what's happening in that world.
Fortunately, I had a 3 button mouse, the wheel counting as a button. Blender, the full featured open source 3D / 4D polyhedrons-based rendering program, with a Python console, is pretty useless without such a mouse. Our teacher is so much the Blenderphile that he'd switched away from Apple, because there's never a number pad (lots of hot keys). He recommended Logitech's 3-button mouse, which is what I had, supplied by my place of work.
Speaking of which, Tim O'Reilly was there at Camp OSCON. I was thinking this guy looked a lot like Tim, but he was looking so informal, no name tag, kinda street person, kinda Occupy. Then I realized this was Tim for real, and he was clearly thinking about following Steve in the dunk tank, raising funds for Free Geek ($10 for three balls). I tried to sink Steve (courtesy of Patrick), as did Patrick, and came close (I hit the target, but not hard enough). Steve sunk Tim on his first throw.
My second tutorial was about the Go language, a tightly designed little gem from Google, a new general purpose language akin to C in some ways, but with more emphasis on concurrency through channels. I got it installed at least, and somewhat followed, but I'm not released from my day job to come here and needed to attend to my queues. Think of me knitting, multi-tasking.
The Bartons seemed to really enjoy their experience. Steve had snagged them some passes. Camp OSCON was a very kid-friendly event, despite the alcohol, like a Fourth of July picnic in many ways. It had been planned for outdoors, but with the threat of storms, it was moved into the Convention Center, Exhibit Hall A.
Last night we snagged some random attenders and showed them around the hood. Our friend from Bainbridge Island (near Seattle) quickly tuned in that a bunch of experts on Antarctica are in town, and is now dividing his time. Jose is from Guatemala, though he's now from Miami, and his never seen snow before. He hopes to, up close, after OSCON is over.
Our third guest, in addition to Josh, was from Baltimore and joked that his company made "replicants" (sounds science fictiony). We showed them Backstage, and Greater Trumps (where we met up with Trevor). We also ducked into the theater itself, where a panel discussion on electric cars was in full swing. The Revenge of the Electric Car was on the marquee, with several parked around the block, recent models (no Tesla though).
I had my camera going quite a bit. The guy behind me at the Go workshop at a Raspberry Pi. I asked him about the cool little case and he said he'd "printed it this morning". Yes, I'm a bit of a paparazzo, surreptitiously collecting pix of celebrities. Ah, there's R0ml. And Alex Martelli. Selena. Gabriella. Mark of DemocracyLab. Lots of beautiful souls here (nice auras), looking forward to keynotes, other talks, such as I am able to attend.
The Expo Hall was only opened briefly, a foretaste. OSCON is well planned. We're shown a good time, and people tend to enjoy Portland with its many delights. The Mayor will address us tomorrow.
Josh was also on duty, with Skype conferences to join. He might have made it to Puppet Labs tonight, for their party. Steve and I headed back to the hood, taking Max. Patrick and family returned home. He's been working with Nike these past several months.
At the lunch (which I hadn't expected), I joined one of the Pythonista tables (they had tables labeled by 'tribe'). My table mate to the right was from the Netherlands, from which Python originally hails. This was his first OSCON and first trip to Portland. To my left were some Eventbrite guys, while on around was a Plone developer from New Mexico, who sometimes worked with Sandia (where Patrick used to work). We talked about Zope quite a bit, a cutting edge product in its hay day, and still maturing.
I read and reviewed quite a few talk proposals as a member of the planning committee this year, so was permitted admission. The Blender tutorial was one I'd strongly advocated we include. Having experienced the workshop, I feel vindicated in my advocacy, though Blender cannot be mastered in a few short hours.
Our teacher wisely gave us a lot of big picture overview, about the rendering pipeline in general. He's an artist and sculptor, not a coder, which is encouraging in terms of community building. He's also a core member of the Blender power user community and was able to let us in on a lot of insider information about what's happening in that world.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
PPUG 2012.7.10
I was so immersed in teaching Python to unseen others, perhaps some of them veiled in Tehran, that I forgot about our Portland Python User Group (PPUG) meeting.
Usually I'd take the 4, but given my already extreme lateness, I hopped in the car, and did Hawthorne, MLK, I-5, Broadway Bridge to the Pearl. Urban Airship was my destination.
In retrospect, it's probably good I got there late, as the rampage through the pizza boxes was mostly over. I might have become too much the frenzied pizza eater. Such a crowd we were.
Case was already deep into his talk on extending Python in C. He was wading through lots of C code, as the audience stared in quiet attentiveness, with a few raising hands to ask questions.
Wraithan was next up, and did the beginner talk, on iterators and generators. The way Michelle has it designed, is we'll have talks hitting different tiers, in terms of advanced versus beginner.
That's a good approach, as advanced users benefit from both seeing and communicating the basics, where those just learning the ropes like to see into the distance, into what might be in store for them, if they keep ascending the learning curve.
Iterator syntax has changed slightly in Python 3 in that it has been rationalized somewhat. Whereas in 2.7 we have an "__iter__" and "next" method protocol for iterators, in Python 3.x it's "__iter__ and "__next__" i.e. both methods are "magic" (__rib__ syntax) with "__next__" being triggered by the builtin function next( ). I interjected to this effect.
Wraithan kept it low key, good natured, and interactive. Michelle put him on the spot a few times, and he handled her questions gracefully, keeping it friendly to beginners. I was impressed.
This was an idyllic summer night and wandering around the Pearl, watching people having fun, was amusing in itself.
I'd lucked out on parking.
New construction is happening.
Portland is still a boom town, another of several jewels on the Pacific Rim, not yet wrecked by tsunami or earthquake, InshAllah (Ø¥ِÙ†ْ Ø´َاءَ ٱللَّٰÙ‡ُ) or knock wood.
I chatted with the author of the Kindle eBook on Python decorators, over on edu-sig.
Joe and I are still hammering away about "axioms" on Math Forum (I'm contributing new curriculum writing for STEM).
I've been discussing my "anti-Anglo chauvinism", as Mirsky calls it, on the Wittgenstein list.
The Physics Learning Research list has been fun, but is harder to access, ditto Wanderers.
Does this all add up to a party platform?
Only in the inner reaches of my "Oval Office" I'm sure.
Usually I'd take the 4, but given my already extreme lateness, I hopped in the car, and did Hawthorne, MLK, I-5, Broadway Bridge to the Pearl. Urban Airship was my destination.
In retrospect, it's probably good I got there late, as the rampage through the pizza boxes was mostly over. I might have become too much the frenzied pizza eater. Such a crowd we were.
Case was already deep into his talk on extending Python in C. He was wading through lots of C code, as the audience stared in quiet attentiveness, with a few raising hands to ask questions.
Wraithan was next up, and did the beginner talk, on iterators and generators. The way Michelle has it designed, is we'll have talks hitting different tiers, in terms of advanced versus beginner.
That's a good approach, as advanced users benefit from both seeing and communicating the basics, where those just learning the ropes like to see into the distance, into what might be in store for them, if they keep ascending the learning curve.
Iterator syntax has changed slightly in Python 3 in that it has been rationalized somewhat. Whereas in 2.7 we have an "__iter__" and "next" method protocol for iterators, in Python 3.x it's "__iter__ and "__next__" i.e. both methods are "magic" (__rib__ syntax) with "__next__" being triggered by the builtin function next( ). I interjected to this effect.
Wraithan kept it low key, good natured, and interactive. Michelle put him on the spot a few times, and he handled her questions gracefully, keeping it friendly to beginners. I was impressed.
This was an idyllic summer night and wandering around the Pearl, watching people having fun, was amusing in itself.
I'd lucked out on parking.
New construction is happening.
Portland is still a boom town, another of several jewels on the Pacific Rim, not yet wrecked by tsunami or earthquake, InshAllah (Ø¥ِÙ†ْ Ø´َاءَ ٱللَّٰÙ‡ُ) or knock wood.
I chatted with the author of the Kindle eBook on Python decorators, over on edu-sig.
Joe and I are still hammering away about "axioms" on Math Forum (I'm contributing new curriculum writing for STEM).
I've been discussing my "anti-Anglo chauvinism", as Mirsky calls it, on the Wittgenstein list.
The Physics Learning Research list has been fun, but is harder to access, ditto Wanderers.
Does this all add up to a party platform?
Only in the inner reaches of my "Oval Office" I'm sure.
Sunday, July 08, 2012
Storyboarding
These panels were broken into hours for workshop purposes, assuming participants have time for several hands-on exercises, however if doing a high band-width animation, the transmission could be much faster and/or contain a lot more repetition and cross-connecting ala hypertoons.
The genesis story begins with a single polyhedron with an ability to beget a dual, an inverse self or alter ego. We are free to play with the terms. Overly rigid formalisms need not predominate. Just the tetrahedron with this operation is able to beget another, and here our second operation is introduced: the combination of duals to create yet another polyhedron. The three all-triangles shapes form a kind of backbone.
A computer game just playing on these two operations with this simple beginning could take us into a plenitude of complicated multifaceted shapes in a hurry. However, even in the earliest of generations, combining the Platonic Five, we get our rhombics: dodecahedron (12 diamond facets); triacontahedron (30 diamond facets).
The cube itself is also rhombic, taking a square as a subset of rhombus. The dual of the rhombic dodecahedron is the cuboctahedron, so just out of the gate, we have the grist we need for our mill.
Here we distill the polyhedrons into a canonical structure, with the self-intersecting tetrahedron at the middle. Twelve balls around a nuclear ball in a cuboctahedral conformation sets the stage. Successive layers of 12, 42, 92, 162 balls, cuboctahedrally conformed, gives us entre into the micro world of crystals and viruses. The twist of a cuboctahedron's shell to become icosahedral is part of our STEM vocabulary of visualizations.
1, 12, 42, 92, 162...
The need for a tetrahedral unit of volume, in relation to the canonical structure, the concentric hierarchy, helps motivate another use for the dam.
The dam is a subject of many open / closed source animations as our job as STEM teachers is to impart the basics of electricity generation. The energy per time of the powerhouse, the generators, their wattage, will be a topic of many segments.
In this other use though, the dam is presented as a collaborate project between ETs and Earthlings. The ETs are a source for our tetrahedral unit volume idea and bridging the cultures becomes and excuse for investigation foundational mathematics questions, thereby opening a door to philosophy.
Notions of work, energy, power, distance, momentum and time get a somewhat Newtonian treatment. Current and currency get connected in STEM, per systems theory roots and influences. The caloric requirements of humans, and their wattage (work output), is studied, using a First Person Physics point of view.
The genesis story begins with a single polyhedron with an ability to beget a dual, an inverse self or alter ego. We are free to play with the terms. Overly rigid formalisms need not predominate. Just the tetrahedron with this operation is able to beget another, and here our second operation is introduced: the combination of duals to create yet another polyhedron. The three all-triangles shapes form a kind of backbone.
A computer game just playing on these two operations with this simple beginning could take us into a plenitude of complicated multifaceted shapes in a hurry. However, even in the earliest of generations, combining the Platonic Five, we get our rhombics: dodecahedron (12 diamond facets); triacontahedron (30 diamond facets).
The cube itself is also rhombic, taking a square as a subset of rhombus. The dual of the rhombic dodecahedron is the cuboctahedron, so just out of the gate, we have the grist we need for our mill.
Here we distill the polyhedrons into a canonical structure, with the self-intersecting tetrahedron at the middle. Twelve balls around a nuclear ball in a cuboctahedral conformation sets the stage. Successive layers of 12, 42, 92, 162 balls, cuboctahedrally conformed, gives us entre into the micro world of crystals and viruses. The twist of a cuboctahedron's shell to become icosahedral is part of our STEM vocabulary of visualizations.
1, 12, 42, 92, 162...The need for a tetrahedral unit of volume, in relation to the canonical structure, the concentric hierarchy, helps motivate another use for the dam.
The dam is a subject of many open / closed source animations as our job as STEM teachers is to impart the basics of electricity generation. The energy per time of the powerhouse, the generators, their wattage, will be a topic of many segments.
In this other use though, the dam is presented as a collaborate project between ETs and Earthlings. The ETs are a source for our tetrahedral unit volume idea and bridging the cultures becomes and excuse for investigation foundational mathematics questions, thereby opening a door to philosophy.
Notions of work, energy, power, distance, momentum and time get a somewhat Newtonian treatment. Current and currency get connected in STEM, per systems theory roots and influences. The caloric requirements of humans, and their wattage (work output), is studied, using a First Person Physics point of view.
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
Two Left Shoes
I was just standing at the counter at Lucky Lab, getting a pint, a kind of Andy Capp figure, when I realized, looking down, that not only were both my shoes for left feet, but they were distinctly different models, though both slip ons.
This adds to my sense of being disheveled, as my hair has gotten long again, and I haven't shaved in a day or two. The more poetic part is all this discussion I've been having recently regarding "congruency" at the Math Forum, regarding how it holds itself aloof from "handedness".
The area under my desk is somewhat dark in a darkened office, and I had several pairs lying about. Tara was ready for a ride to the tram, so I just grabbed two I wouldn't have to lace. Chances were against me they'd be from the same pair.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Kennedy School
An MVP is zipping through, me in chauffeur mode, still on the clock with work, school related.
I've been shaping a new STEM talk with these folks, setting it apart from Common Core Standards in that it sticks together, doesn't atomize. Our icosahedron is allowed to talk to our virus, is encouraged to do so. 1, 12, 42... it's a start. V + F == E + 2. The unit tet is relevant.
Our rank and file tends to know more American history, which doesn't have to mean they're from around here. In Martian Math we learn more about the Orson Wells / H.G. Wells nexus. Some of the panic was delayed, because the show was taped and replayed in other locales. The Martians invaded again and again.
I posted to the Wittgenstein list I found it important.
One day at a time, we're not that wide in our bandwidth, or have a lot of it devoted to other things, but in the rear view mirror there's a pattern. History is the same way. Sure it pays to have a crystal ball that's prophetic. That's a truism ya see. In any case it's harder to see the pattern in one's own time, because we have a lot of stuff going, many mirrors to check.
Some school districts advise teachers to have no Internet profile, to not have a cyber identity. My response is teachers in any age should be role models and a lot of the burden shifts to celebrities and superheros when the teachers cop out.
On the contrary, it's a teacher's job to manage an on line identity (or several), to show how it's done. The effect might be comic. I'm not suggesting one only wear a serious face, when making waves in Cyberia.
I've been shaping a new STEM talk with these folks, setting it apart from Common Core Standards in that it sticks together, doesn't atomize. Our icosahedron is allowed to talk to our virus, is encouraged to do so. 1, 12, 42... it's a start. V + F == E + 2. The unit tet is relevant.
Our rank and file tends to know more American history, which doesn't have to mean they're from around here. In Martian Math we learn more about the Orson Wells / H.G. Wells nexus. Some of the panic was delayed, because the show was taped and replayed in other locales. The Martians invaded again and again.
I posted to the Wittgenstein list I found it important.
One day at a time, we're not that wide in our bandwidth, or have a lot of it devoted to other things, but in the rear view mirror there's a pattern. History is the same way. Sure it pays to have a crystal ball that's prophetic. That's a truism ya see. In any case it's harder to see the pattern in one's own time, because we have a lot of stuff going, many mirrors to check.
Some school districts advise teachers to have no Internet profile, to not have a cyber identity. My response is teachers in any age should be role models and a lot of the burden shifts to celebrities and superheros when the teachers cop out.
On the contrary, it's a teacher's job to manage an on line identity (or several), to show how it's done. The effect might be comic. I'm not suggesting one only wear a serious face, when making waves in Cyberia.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Solstice Celebration
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We're into the 2nd day of our 31st retreat. That's four events a year: both solstices and both equinoxes, times doing it for almost eight years.
David Feinstein came by, somewhat glowing (livid) over the poor quality of Python tutorials, but then computer science teachers aren't known for being the world's leading pedagogues, with some exceptions. I wasn't defensive. My stuff is hands on at least. Some people mistake curling up with a good language book for practice. Not that I'm against "reading about" but lets be honest about what we're doing. You might pick up more of the flavor, and get some buzz words.
Stephen Hawking's talk went well we were told. Terry was producing that in California this week.
Tara joined us for breakfast at Mt. Tabor Cafe, explaining her work on The Hill (OHSU) which involves studying a certain metabolic pathway in mammalian skin cells, involving Golgi bodies. Get a baseline, between normal and cancerous cells, then snip the pathway in both with some blocker DNA and measure the impact, something along those lines.
We dove head first into the J language, after breakfast.
So yes, the J language. I studied it for awhile, and still think learning that, in tandem with Python, would be an interesting way to go. They're quite different, which is partly the point. As you learn one special case language, learn two for contrast. I can believe, with the Lex Institute, that makes the absorption of both more efficient i.e. two is less than the price of one in some dimensions.
It works on the iPhone, Android in beta. I got the console running on Mac OS, but not the GTK version, as I don't have enough permissions as the normal user or whatever. I just haven't had time to climb the ladder in 10.7.4. Make "teaching Kirby" a full time job for a million people, but then make it all open source and for the general public. Looks a lot like it does, plus I get my invisible army, an ego boost, or at least a sense of being emboldened (helps sometimes).
David DiNucci came by later, our NASA-educated computer scientist, inventor of scalable parallel processing thinking. Patrick Barton was by earlier, our Sandia Labs vet, put himself through Dartmouth etc. We're an interesting crew, even when skeletal. Not a big party. Cold, gray and rainy. Foregoing any alcohol. Jon Bunce. Bob, back in school. I took some time out to welcome the Python trainer from Boston, working with Michelle, Selena and others. We're having a Pythonista convergence this weekend, run by the XXs.
Lindsey (formerly with Computer Science Corporation) has been reading the Wall Street Journal fairly religiously and sometimes updates me on various stories, about stocks and bonds and the price of gold. We've been talking about gold and silver for years by now. I could use more documentaries about current events though (Syria etc.). Romney too I'm sure. Make 'em for all of us. Of course it might just be I'm not watching the right channels. I've been there before.
Uncle Bill came through. A young naval man who'd written a sophisticated poem about the USS Colorado -- spared Pearl Harbor (in routine repairs in Bremerton) -- had left Bill with it, and Bill had followed the gun of that ship, post decommissioning, to its new display site in Chehalis, the veteren's museum there. He gave the poem to the museum, as having the most appropriate archive. We're lucky when scholars do these advanced placement and sorting tasks for us, thereby strengthening our storytelling.
Jimmy Lott swung by while we were watching Rebuilding Indian Country, 1933 (the whole thing). His family is out of town and he'd not been in the Pauling House before. We watched some Youtubes of his son Harmony in comedy clubs in LA. After he left, we proceeded to screen a full length movie, Spielberg's Adventures of Tintin. Those who made it this far adjourned to The Bagdad for a nightcap.
Sweet dreams, Wanderers.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Interdependence Day 2012
There's some dancing in the streets at the moment, but I'm holed up in a man cave somewhere, hewing through stones or whatever it is I do.
Doesn't mean I can't be there in spirit (so I'm joining), plus I'm scheduled to attend festivities later this evening.
See you in two, JenQ (she's leaving us for awhile).
Thanks for admin rights on the FNB page, that's awesome.
Much of my day was spent in Steve's apartment. Michelle came through to help prep the place for this weekend's training (Python). The trainer is staying here, while the training itself is in another venue, and already sold out. PSF grant monies are involved to pay for air fare (she's coming from Boston).
I've been chatting with Holden in the background about a coding class or classes that would pick up the home ec thread and weave in GST, while at the same time giving video editing geeks a skills practice setup.
In STEM, we tend to teach all subjects at once, so those solar rays fuel the photosynthesis of calories, which become your corn flakes, which fuel (as metabolites) those First Person Physics things that you do (never breaking the laws of science, which are exceptionless).
Coding already has many semantic overlaps with cooking, at least in English-American (Amerish). Not only are algorithms called recipes, motivating cookbooks such as the Python Cookbook, but projects are ranked as to how "baked" they are, with "half baked" more like alpha or vaporware, all the way to mature fully baked projects (or call the products at that stage).
The PER community (physics education research) is a bit miffed that Google is pumping a mil into so-called EDI (explicit direct instruction) versus IE (interactive exploration). A lot of research shows students benefit from the challenge of constructing their own reality (yes, I'm using buzzwords). However, as I point out on the listserv [link to full text]:
Here's a compromise: remember Show & Tell? Students took turns.Michelle was off to the Hackathon (all genders) whereas I was headed to Colonel Summers Park for the evening's festivities. There's some overlap in our respective communities already. Michael Jennings, Simon, Lindsey used to write Perl... Speaking of which, we're thinking to have a Dynamic Languages group hug of a booth at OSCON. The agiles need to stick together (sometimes).
That's where IE meets EDI: students are expected to perform by
delivering model lectures on various topics.
In geekdom, we call these Lightning Talks and we've bundled and
franchised these into "Ignite" events, e.g. Ignite Portland, Ignite
Austin etc. We even have Ignite.gov at GOSCONs.
http://goscon.org/ignitegovspeakers http://igniteportland.org/ (note
sponsors Jive and Urban Airship -- officially geekazoid).
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Our Week in Indy
Indianapolis surprised me with its vibrancy. We had a blast, and I was too busy to blog, what with seeing The Dictator, The Avengers, and hanging out in Ben Davis high school, where we overwhelmed their wifi -- made it hard to get work done, but then helping chaperone and chauffeur Cleveland Cannibals was also work of a fun kind.
Hannah and Izzy, our other two team members besides my daughter, Ben, assistant coach, and myself comprised our group. I rented a commodious jeep from Budget (my donation to the cause) which I also used on a side trip to visit Earlham College in Richmond, some 70 some miles to the east.
This was my first time to attend a National Forensic League national tournament, Tara's second (last year's was in Dallas, next year's is in Birmingham). This interesting race of young people makes speech and debate its core sport. They talk to walls (a form of practice).
We had our own partially overlapping scenarios, mostly sticking together, not always making it to forensics events. Participants get knocked out of the running in droves as only a few can get a trophy and perhaps a cash prize. The Hood River team got that far, 7th in their category. Tara, a Lincoln-Douglas champion, won a plaque and had the satisfaction of being among the top 50 or so, making it through eight rounds -- even better than last year.
Coming from Portland, we're used to book stores. The abandoned Borders leaves a big hole in downtown Indianapolis. We've lost them everywhere -- people mostly cyber-shop for packaged media these days, plus we're immersed in a TV and movie culture more than in one of voracious readers. Portland. with its Powell's, stands out from the crowd in that respect. We did find a used book store inroute to the airport though, and I bought The End of Racism and My Life So Far, Jane Fonda's autobio. I studied them both on the journey home.
Actually, that's wrong, I got The End of Racism at a Hastings, on my way back from Richmond (driving that jeep on I-70), following directions from the Earlham College bookstore lady. She'd looked up The Psychopath Test for me, as Tara had browsed it in the airport and was curious to read more so texted me to maybe snag a copy. I was on the parent tour of Earlham when the text came in (myself and another prospective with her mom -- our guide from Kazakhstan, and a psych major). I also spoke with Carol (mom) and Julie (sis) around this time, outside by the cemetery.
There was more of New Orleans here than I'd expected. Indiana was a "free state" in the Civil War and at the center of downtown is a tall monument to that effect. Our party climbed the stairs to the top of it.
We also met the Hood River team there in the evening, after which Tara and Izzy went off to hang out with them in a different hotel while Ben and I downed some beers and checked out Sacha Baron Cohen's latest nuttiness. Poor Hannah had a migraine and was sleeping it off in our base camp. We'd had dinner at Spaghetti Factory that night, Italian the night before (where we'd been served by a spaced out and apologetic waiter).
The Lincoln Financial Group, Ronald Reagan Foundation, and a host of other sponsors, are behind a good show here. Unlike OSCONs, frequented by older after-college career-minded types, colleges and universities have their booths at this conference. Reed College was prominent and we hung out with "the Reedies" some of the time, including for an authentic creole dinner at Yats.
NASA was also present, on stage, now at the Convention Center where we'd adjourned after three days at the high school. The international space station was a focus, including of the final round of public policy debate.
Neither White Castle nor Steak 'n Shake have made it this far west, to Oregon, so we had to sample those. The latter was a hit, an impressive operation I thought, for what it was. The former is a part of the lore (Tara has been a student of the fast food industry).
We had a night at the Indianapolis Zoo as well, courtesy of NFL, where Alexia joined us by text message. There were sitcom aspects to this trip.
We transited through Chicago both ways on United Airlines, which appears to have absorbed Continental (keeping the tail colors) when I wasn't looking (so much to keep track of). Tara pointed out that even if the United brand was kept, that needn't correlate with the backoffice shape of the merger. So true.
Izzy was on to a program in Providence (Rhode Island) with Ben, an amiable young decorated soldier, on his own ticket through DFW. We left Hannah at PDX awaiting pickup by her dad, while Tara and I rode the Max and bus 75, well after midnight, back to Blue House where we live.
:: we talk to walls ::
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Another Big Day
The big days are flashing by quickly these days, accelerating acceleration. Tara finishes her high school career and turns 18 only two days apart, however we're celebrating the birthday a day early, so Carol can still make her flight to the AFSC retreat at Pendle Hill.
I'm at the Hawthorne Powell's looking at a long queue in my inbox. Nevertheless, I finally found the time to photograph Polymorf this morning, a rare geometric toy. I have an interest party asking to see more details.
Portland Public Schools has a creative way of working with the seniors' need to all-night party the night of their graduation. It provides a fleet of buses and chaperones the occasion, returning them to their high school parking lot at 5 AM the next morning.
Tara and two friends arranged a pickup by SMS (text messaging). As the chauffeur, I tend to be on call more than some other parents.
Elizabeth Braithwaite and Chris Cradler joined me at Memorial Coliseum for the ceremony. Carol used the special seating for mobility impaired. Alexia and her friend found good seating also.
The high schools do not all format their ceremonies the same way, as Liz and Chris were discussing, having seen the subculture at Grant. Alexia went to Grant as well, and I was at her graduation, with her mom. Of course we think about Dawn at these times. Grant had used Memorial Coliseum this year as well, and was just ahead of us in the queue.
The graduation program had an insert boasting of the big name schools and scholarships some kids had been awarded. Tara had elected to fade into the woodwork on this one. She also opted out of "full IB", having plotted her course carefully and consciously, running key decisions by others for peer review. I trust her process, as they say / said in est.
I appreciate the logistics of Portland Public Schools. A lot of awards and recognition went to faculty and staff last night, not just students. Real institution building occurs. The expressions of loyalty to the nation is touching as well, though I don't think hanging Cascadia's flag would be inappropriate either. Our alliance is strong, even if WDC can be pretty frustrating sometimes (like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Main).
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Twenty One Guns
Yes, you could say I'm being slightly sardonic, as Nick was quite far from expecting military rituals.
However this is a use of firearms that I, as a Quaker, can respect. We honor a person and their service. I will have much more to say about Nick as time goes on. Salute.
Against doctor's orders, Nick braved the Seattle folk arts festival and reported to Johnny Stallings that he had a blast. He was not eligible for dialysis, having bucked the establishment, and returned by Amtrak in an exhausted state. Last time he was this low energy, I took him to the ER. This time Johnny Stallings took him home, meeting the train in Vancouver, WA.
Nick and Johnny called the on-duty nephrologist about whether to move up the next dialysis appointment, but Nick was too exhausted to want to deal with a consultation and chose to wait for the next regularly scheduled appointment. He expired soon thereafter, though I do recall chatting by phone. He sounded pretty good.
He'd been weakening though. Bob Quinn, Johnny Stallings and I compared notes on his decline. We're happy he got to Seattle and immersed himself in music, taking his dulcimer in an especially ordered soft case. He died on Walt Whitman's birthday, poetically enough.
From Quinn, with a little help from his friends:
Nick Consoletti, Ph.D. passed away May 31st in his home. He was an original and courageous soul who lived a life of integrity in a unique fashion. Those who knew Nick admired his exuberant and generous spirit. Early on, Nick was influenced by the teacher Krishnamurti, whose message he took to heart when he said that it is not a sign of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society. Nick chose knowledge and wisdom above all else. He read widely but was particularly influenced by David Bohm, Gregory Bateson, John Cage, and R. Buckminster Fuller. Nick's own degree was in the philosophy of whole systems. He was an accomplished musician and poet, who traveled with his Mac laptop to coffee shops and cultural events from San Francisco to Seattle. It seems fitting that he passed away on Walt Whitman's birthday. Nick had just returned from his beloved Folklife Festival days before he passed away. He leaves a trail of friends along the West Coast, (and indeed around the world) a stepmother, and a half sister in Massachusetts. Nick will be sorely missed.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
AFSC Program Committee Meeting
Fortunately I have good hearing and am tuning in most of what's going on in the other room. Carol (my mom) is running the meeting. I'm being more the deck hand / stage hand for this one, as there's not much space and there's quite of bit of logistics involved, what with projecting, conference call, Middle Eastern food from Hoda's etc. Eddy Crouch did a lot of the leg work to get this one organized. She's the event director I'd say.
I've spent a lot of time in this house on East Burnside, but not recently. I've not sat in this front downstairs office since my last meeting with Dan (I was showing Lindsey around -- she ended up volunteering with Laughing Horse Books and Video Collective for many reasons).
When ESI (then Electro-Measurements, Inc.) gave Quakers their building (sold it for one dollar goes the story), there was a stipulation that AFSC could stay there as long as it liked. In my early childhood, AFSC was the office you walked through on the way to the meeting room, now the social room. However, the AFSC found this house on East Burnside and moved there. Arthur Dye fits in here, as a previous regional director.
After I returned to Portland in the mid 1980s, I was groomed by Paulette Wittwer to gradually assume the editorship for Asian Pacific Issues News. In many ways, that chapter ended when the Compact of Free Association (COFA) was finally enacted (the election was restaged until it came out right), and Pelau joined the other occupied states in the region in submitting to "Fourth Reich" / Business Plot authorities (a lingering / dying LAWCAP), who insisted on their right to park their WMDs anywhere in tropical paradise.
LAWCAP, studied by AFSC under the heading of NARMIC is what Medal of Freedom winner Bucky Fuller credited with hijacking the USA in the post FDR era, forcing us into a Cold War with former allies in order to keep the profitable wartime economy going.
Congress teamed up with a new kind of soldier-bureaucrat (e.g. McNamara's crew) in dividing the pork among the 50 states. A jet fighter the Pentagon might not really need for strategic reasons might still be needed for employment reasons. Likewise those bases around the world.
Post WW2, coherent military moves took a back seat to more twitching "head bit off" activities, such as basing soldiers in Saudi Arabia after spazzing out in Kuwait (was Gen. Schwarzkopf like Gen. MacArthur, with less civilian resistance? -- Eisenhower had been a general, which gave him the guts to fire that guy).
Bush Sr. only just managed to avoid disaster that first time (an attack against Baghdad), but the Idiocracy still wanted its day in the sun, and Bush Jr. had no way to contain the neocon bozos other than to give it a ridiculously comic spin, given the corroded state of DC's system of "checks and balances".
Congress had caved, too weak and corrupt to steer a responsible course in the wake of 911, while the UK had Tony Blair.
The military is a jobs program, first and foremost, mostly for guys. LAWCAP moved that obvious reality from spoof status, an "Iron Mountain" distopia, to an "everybody knows that" fact of life, through just a few short presidencies. The greed behind war profiteering became legitimized as the Beltway Junta settled in for the long haul.
Back to the present, the AFSC would like better access to the same data the military has in terms of opt in versus opt out rates, among high schoolers. Shouldn't that be public information, another polling result? Currently the program is opt out, while the military services have a default blanket invitation to come onto school campuses -- unlike in Afghanistan where this would be regarded as a provocative and reckless act.
This open campus policy makes more sense within the USA itself, as the USA is a militaristic society that shows signs of wanting to eradicate any democratic institutions that might frustrate its most belligerent players. Schools are a good place to showcase your true colors. If you're a bully, you know how to kick the schools around, make them kowtow.
Anyway, these are very far from being official minutes of anything. I'm more just musing, recalling.
Eddy mentioned AFSC was supportive of Occupy but I don't know if she means the move to celebrate our Islamic / Arab Spring heritage e.g. in the form of Muhammad Ali. His principled defiance of authorities in the Viet Nam chapter makes him a great American hero.
Gen. Smedley Butler is another big name around Occupy Portland (if you've been paying attention at all), given the Bonus Army connection. He joins Bayard Rustin as another "speaking truth to power" type person. Self respecting military (e.g. Col. Fletcher Prouty, Gen. Eisenhower) are and were highly suspicious of Business Plot / LAWCAP motives and many of them have given us their support, logistical and otherwise. There's nothing in the Constitution that says we can't treat LAWCAP as an enemy.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Wanderers 2012.5.16
David DiNucci is holding forth regarding his newly published book on scalable planning. His focus is giving people concepts and language for planning activities that take place in parallel.
Planners have been grappling with such problems for a long time, with operations research kicking in around the time of World War 2.
The logic is supposed to assist computer programmers who are increasingly looking for ways to maximize / optimize jobs / tasks. His language is deliberately generic, not too focused on either hardware or software.
Holden took off early this morning for Chicago, doing the legwork to get OpenDjango off the ground.
Yesterday, John Driscoll and I had a meeting about fractals and the systems stuff he's doing, at Common Ground.
The reason I was late this time, and sat in the naughty chair (not really, it's an especially nice chair and Glenn helped me plug in), is I was watching the making of the movie Ghosts, wherein Michael Jackson tries to get inside the skin of someone who looks like our Buzz. Jackson intimates he's been using this gringo suit as a gad about around town sometimes, a way to get away from the stares. Kinda like scuba.
David Tver asked if I wanted to talk about Quakers in the wake of Duane Ray doing something on Mormons. This is for some other group, not Wanderers. I expressed a willingness.
Saturday, May 05, 2012
Insider Gossip
I've been seeing indications that the popular press is becoming more aware of Iran's PR / diplomatic initiative. They say it's not about building nuclear weapons, or winning the right to do so, but about standing for peaceful / civilized uses of the technology and questioning the right of arrogant superpowers to lord it over others with their arsenals.
Iran has joined the Countdown to Zero campaign in other words, at least in this computer model.
Since that's a campaign with deep roots in WDC as well, it's becoming easier to fast track the "bomb Iran" crowd into retirement circuits.
The XY-dominated hierarchies need a lot of such fast tracks just to help more qualified XXs gain positions of influence, so this becomes a women's rights issue as well.
Such changes in the background will be reflected a little bit in the foreground if the past is any guide. Those hot and bothered pundits who've been calling for bombing get to mug for the video anthologies that go around, of shrill talking heads who role model what is worst and weakest in people.
We can all feel glad we're not them. A primary function of television is to help us feel superior to most who go on it, especially "opinion makers".
President Obama has been aware of this rift, but then so is any president confronted with a mutinous Beltway Junta that's about keeping Gitmo open, and not just for BP executives who might more belong there.
The USA is supposed to just shut up about its desire to not be the imperialist puppet slave of those accustomed to having their way through force and threat.
These junta people tend to be loud, armed, and not particularly interested in any feedback. At least half of them are privately employed mercenaries who, if caught behind enemy lines, will try to involve the CIA in some way (ala the crack cocaine dealers in LA, who used the war against Nicaragua as their cover).
The rest are college grads with cubicle jobs or corner office jobs, who submit analysis sometimes. They may have traveled and gone to fancy academies with high tuition.
Again, the safest path, when doing diplomacy, is to remind people that WDC is just one more city (on the east coast, so behind the times, closer to Europe), not even a state, and the Beltway Junta should not be mistaken for the White House, which it surrounds and besieges.
We'll still get Gitmo closed one of these days, when it's not controlled by Retirement City and cruise ship wannabes.
Iran has joined the Countdown to Zero campaign in other words, at least in this computer model.
Since that's a campaign with deep roots in WDC as well, it's becoming easier to fast track the "bomb Iran" crowd into retirement circuits.
The XY-dominated hierarchies need a lot of such fast tracks just to help more qualified XXs gain positions of influence, so this becomes a women's rights issue as well.
Such changes in the background will be reflected a little bit in the foreground if the past is any guide. Those hot and bothered pundits who've been calling for bombing get to mug for the video anthologies that go around, of shrill talking heads who role model what is worst and weakest in people.
We can all feel glad we're not them. A primary function of television is to help us feel superior to most who go on it, especially "opinion makers".
President Obama has been aware of this rift, but then so is any president confronted with a mutinous Beltway Junta that's about keeping Gitmo open, and not just for BP executives who might more belong there.
The USA is supposed to just shut up about its desire to not be the imperialist puppet slave of those accustomed to having their way through force and threat.
These junta people tend to be loud, armed, and not particularly interested in any feedback. At least half of them are privately employed mercenaries who, if caught behind enemy lines, will try to involve the CIA in some way (ala the crack cocaine dealers in LA, who used the war against Nicaragua as their cover).
The rest are college grads with cubicle jobs or corner office jobs, who submit analysis sometimes. They may have traveled and gone to fancy academies with high tuition.
Again, the safest path, when doing diplomacy, is to remind people that WDC is just one more city (on the east coast, so behind the times, closer to Europe), not even a state, and the Beltway Junta should not be mistaken for the White House, which it surrounds and besieges.
We'll still get Gitmo closed one of these days, when it's not controlled by Retirement City and cruise ship wannabes.
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