Friday, August 12, 2016
Pokemon for Politicians
Don't like your opponent in the town council race for dogcatcher? No problem. Listen on!
Having trouble gaining popular support for your presidential bid? Easy. Have I got a strategy for you!
Do you have well thought out responses to major issues that have long histories and complicated solutions that require compromise and cooperation between numerous, often conflicting parties that are willing to sit down and talk to each other? Pussy. I've got nothing for you.
I've got Putin Go!
Just add a Vladimir Putin icon next to your opponent's picture in a political ad or real life appearance. That last one can't be done but noone knows the difference. Just keep saying it. Soon people will think they can see "Putin Go" thingeys hovering around real candidates in the real world! Believe me, people are that stupid. You don't need an iPhone to be an idiot.
No answers? No problem! With Putin Go you can paint your opponent with the broad strokes of the Iron Curtain creepily reaching emaciated fingers over Europe. And an important country like America, too! Putin Go! Your ticket to Soviet era propaganda! Remember. They're the bad guys. Not us!
"Wow! I just caught 19 Putins hovering around Donald Trump!" "That's nothing. I just got a dozen hanging around Clinton's head and another ten around her butt! Thank God we don't have to listen to, like, debates or anything."
That's right, Buffy. You don't have to listen to, like, debates or anything.
Putin Go! Formerly Stalin Stupid, Brezhnev Bad, Khrushchev Klutzy, and Trotsky Terrible. Void where prohibited, which is nowhere. All's fair in love, war, and politics. Reference to actual issues and possible solutions strictly forbidden. Putin Go! A total subsidiary of GlobalMegaMergerCorp, where we make good things for ourselves. Fuck you.
Friday, July 29, 2016
American Serfdom
I was thinking about Mrs. Obama’s reference to waking up every day in a house that slaves built. Some people immediately brought up the old argument that the slaves were provided for in terms of food, lodging, and elderly care, etc. This is basically comparing the slave economy to the mediaeval serf economy. There is one significant difference, however. The barons didn’t hate their serfs.
Serfs were considered to be a part of the territory, along with the rivers, forests, and fields. In exchange for being allowed to live on the land, the serf provided taxes, occasional military service, and fealty to the baron. The baron, in turn, provided security and the rule of law. Serfs were allowed to work the commons and have regulated access to the King’s forests and rivers. Certain other organs of civilization, traders; soldiers; priests; etc., also factored into the mix. They always do.
A serf was not free nor was he exactly a slave. He was another integral part of the economy. Contrast this with the capitalist economy where the capitalist sheds all responsibilities while amassing as much capital as possible. His only obligation to the serf, now called a laborer, is a daily recompense: A wage. If the laborer does not work, he does not get paid. If he can’t afford food, he starves. If he grows too old to work, he dies. If the environment becomes too costly for the capitalist, he packs up, leaves town, and bears no responsibility to the abandoned laborers for anything, including environmental damage his venture may have caused to the King’s land. The capitalist has no obligations other than to make money. Period.
So the serf’s life was actually easier and more secure that today’s workers’, oddly. Check out Terry Jones’ ‘Midieval Lives’ on YouTube. Enjoyable and informative. This is peculiar seeing as we have more in the way of technology, medical advancements, sanitation, healthy food and clean water, and access to (temporary) fossil fuels which gives each and every one of us an estimated 150 fossil fuel ‘slaves.’ In other words, if we needed human laborers to provide everything we get from coal, oil, and natural gas, it would require 150 people for each and every one of us. Those are our carbon slaves.
But this essay is about comparing the serf economy with the slave economy, not serfdom vs. capitalism.
Slaves, like serfs, aren’t free. Even the Magna Carta originally only applied to the barons. Serfs had no rights. It took several hundred years for these rights to become universal and for there to be a House of Commons as well as a House of Lords (but that’s another story.) Slaves never have a House of Slaves. This was the only request of the politicos of the colonies: A seat in Parliament. Barring that, we weren’t English citizens. We were serfs. Had the King granted that one thing, there’d have been no Lexington, no Valley Forge, no Yorktown. We’d all be English now. We’d be Canada.
Also, slaves are property of the capitalist/baron instead of part of the land. So the slave economy is not like the serf economy. As much as I did not want to discuss capitalism, I have no choice since slave owners were capitalists. Slaves were treated as capital, which they aren’t. This means that the slave owner must discard ownership of his slaves as quickly as possible in order to be a true capitalist. Not owning the serf/laborer but instead just paying him a daily wage means that the capitalist doesn’t have to worry about accommodations (that’s his problem,) food (ditto,) old age (ditto,) child care (ditto,) health care (ditto,) or anything other than just providing a dollar a day.
And he gets to shunt off every other expense on the government (roads, security, law and order,) or the environment (depletion, pollution, landfill.) In turn, the serfs and the government get to give the capitalist lots of money for his goods and services. Quite a racket. They weren’t called Robber Barons for nothing. No wonder we are poorer than the serfs were.
Of course, laborers respond by using the only tool they have: Their labor. They organize, strike, and demand that the government enact laws in their favor. The capitalists react by employing union busting thugs, buying those same governments, repealing regulations which are ‘crippling business in America!’ or outsourcing work to countries where the serfs are cheaper. We are in the down cycle of that dance right now.
Most western countries had already outlawed slavery by the 1860’s. Brazil was the last country in the western hemisphere to outlaw it in 1888. Of course, slavery is slightly more cost effective in an agrarian economy, like the South, than in an industrial economy, like the North, but it was just a matter of time before they realized it was to their economic benefit to abolish slavery and then just hire them back at a dirt poor wage. The issue here is racism. The barons didn’t hate the serfs. They didn’t think of them much at all, any more than they thought of such and such a river or those pastures full of sheep over there. Oh, sure they thought they were better than the serfs, but doesn’t everybody?
American slaves were mostly African and the easiest way to identify an African is by the color of his skin, an insignificant marker controlled by a single gene out of tens of thousands. At other times in history slaves could be anybody. There was brief talk in ancient Rome about making slaves wear a certain mark so they could be recognized on the street. Once they realized how many more slaves there were walking around the streets of Rome than Roman citizens, they quietly dropped the idea. Good move, Brute.
So the American barons hated their serfs and treated them badly. You didn’t see English barons whipping serfs or working them to death. You didn’t see barons at all, except at major festivals. The serfs/slaves went about their own business and governed their own farms and communities according to Church and State. So it’s really impossible to compare slavery as it was practiced against Africans in the western hemisphere from the 16th to the 19th centuries and its resultant racism with any other kind of economic system, even former slave economies. This one was unique.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Pacifism
I am a pacifist. I admit it. I don't want to fight anybody. I embrace the world on the basic assumption that nobody wants to fight me. Why should I fight them? That's not always the case.
I remember during the space race. How the Soviets were putting a satelite in space: Sputnik. Then a man: Yuri Gagarin. And that was bad. We were the good guys. They were the evil Soviets. We had to win the space race. Put a man on the moon, and bring him back again. And do the other things. Within this decade. Because we are great we would stick it in their face. And I thought differently. Why don't we work together? I wrote an eighth grade essay where I suggested that astronauts and cosmonauts work together to explore space. Why not? We both want the same things, don't we? Wouldn't it make sense to work together? We could pool our green stamps! Buy a soldering iron or something.
I was the kid who was always bullied in school. Tall for my age. Gangly. Nerdy. Pubescent when I should be pre-pubescant. Attracted to girls when they weren't attracted to me. Then I didn't know what to do when they were. Awkward. Out of the ordinary. Out of sync with my childhood peers. One step ahead or behind. Couldn't care about sports. Liked to read. Liked to ask questions. Liked to have answers. Liked to like. Was fascinated by the space program. Liked math. Smelled like a chemistry set. Generally without a clue. Not ready for life. Still not.
Spit balls shot from the tough kids in the back of the room hit my head. Roughed up in the halls. My books stolen and dumped in the 'forbidden' elevator. Did you do that, Jonathan? Did you use the school's elevator? We found your books there. No. Even then I realized the question was ridiculous. Why ask me? Does the presence of one of my books in the elevator incriminate me? Do you really think I'd use the forbidden elevator and then leave incriminating evidence behind? Talk about clueless! The Intellegencia aren't!
All I wanted to do was do my lessons and learn from the teachers. Who were these cretins bothering me? And if I returned in kind? If I got my own pea shooter and shot back? They squealed to teacher. Look! He's shooting spit balls at us! He's a bully! That's how it always works. They shit in you. If you shit back, you're the toilet.
Once, while playing during recess in the school yard, a couple of bullies grabbed me and pulled me around the corner of the building. One held me with my arms behind my back and another hit me. I had enough. I hit the one holding me in the ribs with my elbow. Thump! Thump! Soft impacts between the harsh clutch of arms. Thump! I felt like I was striking the feet of the gods and they were clay. Thump!
He started to let go. He wasn't invincible after all!
Just then a teacher, who had noticed our fight, came along and broke it up.
You were doing good, he said. Stand up to them and fight for yourself! He was a tough guy and wanted me to be tough, too. I knew he thought I was a wimp. You have to stand up for yourself in this world and fight! You'd better learn that soon! What to do. Bullied by bullies and bullied by teachers who wanted me to fight back against the bullies, just like the bullies, by being a bully.
Fight! Fight? I don't like to fight. I don't want to fight. I don't believe fighting does anything. Not anything good. If I lost I would be nothing. A pulverised, beaten down scum of the big boys, forever trod under their feet. And if I won? Would I be right? Does anybody ever fight to be right? You either fight to gain or fight not to loose. Nothing more. Does a school house bully's might make him right? Do they even care what is right? Do I really want to live there? In their world? Do I want to be that?
And I stood in the school yard, by the building, around the corner from the playground, in the bully field, and asked myself: Can I fight the bullies to be right? Suppose I did?
And what would that make me?
I remember during the space race. How the Soviets were putting a satelite in space: Sputnik. Then a man: Yuri Gagarin. And that was bad. We were the good guys. They were the evil Soviets. We had to win the space race. Put a man on the moon, and bring him back again. And do the other things. Within this decade. Because we are great we would stick it in their face. And I thought differently. Why don't we work together? I wrote an eighth grade essay where I suggested that astronauts and cosmonauts work together to explore space. Why not? We both want the same things, don't we? Wouldn't it make sense to work together? We could pool our green stamps! Buy a soldering iron or something.
I was the kid who was always bullied in school. Tall for my age. Gangly. Nerdy. Pubescent when I should be pre-pubescant. Attracted to girls when they weren't attracted to me. Then I didn't know what to do when they were. Awkward. Out of the ordinary. Out of sync with my childhood peers. One step ahead or behind. Couldn't care about sports. Liked to read. Liked to ask questions. Liked to have answers. Liked to like. Was fascinated by the space program. Liked math. Smelled like a chemistry set. Generally without a clue. Not ready for life. Still not.
Spit balls shot from the tough kids in the back of the room hit my head. Roughed up in the halls. My books stolen and dumped in the 'forbidden' elevator. Did you do that, Jonathan? Did you use the school's elevator? We found your books there. No. Even then I realized the question was ridiculous. Why ask me? Does the presence of one of my books in the elevator incriminate me? Do you really think I'd use the forbidden elevator and then leave incriminating evidence behind? Talk about clueless! The Intellegencia aren't!
All I wanted to do was do my lessons and learn from the teachers. Who were these cretins bothering me? And if I returned in kind? If I got my own pea shooter and shot back? They squealed to teacher. Look! He's shooting spit balls at us! He's a bully! That's how it always works. They shit in you. If you shit back, you're the toilet.
Once, while playing during recess in the school yard, a couple of bullies grabbed me and pulled me around the corner of the building. One held me with my arms behind my back and another hit me. I had enough. I hit the one holding me in the ribs with my elbow. Thump! Thump! Soft impacts between the harsh clutch of arms. Thump! I felt like I was striking the feet of the gods and they were clay. Thump!
He started to let go. He wasn't invincible after all!
Just then a teacher, who had noticed our fight, came along and broke it up.
You were doing good, he said. Stand up to them and fight for yourself! He was a tough guy and wanted me to be tough, too. I knew he thought I was a wimp. You have to stand up for yourself in this world and fight! You'd better learn that soon! What to do. Bullied by bullies and bullied by teachers who wanted me to fight back against the bullies, just like the bullies, by being a bully.
Fight! Fight? I don't like to fight. I don't want to fight. I don't believe fighting does anything. Not anything good. If I lost I would be nothing. A pulverised, beaten down scum of the big boys, forever trod under their feet. And if I won? Would I be right? Does anybody ever fight to be right? You either fight to gain or fight not to loose. Nothing more. Does a school house bully's might make him right? Do they even care what is right? Do I really want to live there? In their world? Do I want to be that?
And I stood in the school yard, by the building, around the corner from the playground, in the bully field, and asked myself: Can I fight the bullies to be right? Suppose I did?
And what would that make me?
Sunday, February 8, 2015
The Perpetual Commotion Machine
Dateline: February 2015.
People on the Move are Having Great Movements.
Amid rising concerns of imminent energy shortages, inventers
have been called upon to rise to the challenge and create, once and for all, an
omni-potent, ever-lasting source of energy for our burgeoning society. Flying
cars don’t lift themselves up, nor do moving sidewalks move unaided. It takes
imagination and gumption to fuel our ever changing world.
Famed inventor Thomas Edsel of even more famed big brain
research center, Ohno Park, has unveiled his latest miracle of science and
technology. While addressing the problem of powering all of the gadgets
overflowing his workshop, he had an inspiration from Nature, of all places.
“With all of the light bulbs and electric nose hair curlers
in my shop, the power requirements were growing exponentially,” he told this
reporter. “And we all know what that means. A brick wall of progress just might
be in our future.”
Don’t worry, fallout friends. The good inventor was just
setting the stage for a play on our fears. He went on to assure us that brick
walls can be breached. Always have. Always will. And what does Mr. Edsel have
in his breaches? I’ll let him explain.
“I was walking in the garden by my workshop pondering the
energy problem when I got an inspiration from the most unlikely source. Nature!
I saw a tree and remembered that plants can transport tons of water and nutrients
from their lowers roots to their highest leaves, a feat that must require a
tremendous amount of energy. Surely we can better that!”
He went on to describe his latest invention. An invention of
inventions, of sorts. The Capillary Recycler And Processor. This device uses
the energy of capillary action to generate a virtually inexhaustible supply of
clean, safe and friendly energy. It employs thousands of nano tubes made from
carbon fibers and Helium-3. Water is drawn up from a reservoir at the bottom
and used to power pizo-electric generators, micro turbines and chill beer at
the same time. Mr. Edsel has constructed a prototype and is happily sipping his
chilled beverage of choice as I write this. Isn’t technology delicious?
Mr. Edsel is in the process of setting up a pilot plant in
Bedford Falls, NY to ramp up construction. He is calling his company CRAP-Tastic
Industries. I know I can’t wait to be parted from my money for this one way
ticket to the future!
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Dracula
Director's Note for the Bradley Playhouse presentation of Dracula
Since it was published in 1897, Dracula has inspired numerous interpretations on stage and film. We have seen serious Draculas, debonair Draculas, heinous, hideous and humorous Draculas; Draculas on television and breakfast cereal boxes. Dracula continues to charm, attract and fascinate us with his seeming immunity to our rigid social norms while repelling us at the same time. With this interpretation of Bram Stoker’s classic novel, we hope to reclaim the original sense of Dracula as an all too uncomfortable reminder of our own conflicted nature. Dracula may not see himself in the mirror, but we may see ourselves in him.
During the production of this play, we were forced to relocate to the Little Theatre in Killingly Community Center. With barely more than two weeks to go, we dismantled the set built on the Bradley stage and reimagined and rebuilt it on the Little Theatre’s stage-no small task. I wish to thank the cast and crew of Dracula for all of the patience, determination and ingenuity they have demonstrated during this challenging transformation. I am also grateful to the Little Theatre, and especially Trace Wood-Waggoner, Allegra Plantier and Nick Magrey for their generosity and support. It has been a pleasure working with all of these talented people. A director could not ask for more.
Here is an interview done in Putnam
This is a clip of Dracula's dramatic exit!
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Exploring the link between Health Science and the Environment
Today I am happy to present a guest post by Jocelyn Salada. Jocelyn is an independent researcher and writer interested in the environment and global health. When not relaxing with a good book, she is avidly researching topics at the intersection of medicine and life expectancy. Someday she hopes to pursue health science in a more rigorously academic way.
For more than half a century, health research has been vital to eradicating disease and understanding the origins of human health issues. Some of the research on the more obvious links between, for example, air pollution and lung disease, has been expanded into deeper research in a field known as environmental health. This wide branch of health science, which studies how both man-made and natural ecologies impact human health, will have an increasingly important role in the prevention and management of diseases on a global scale.
While environmental health science looks at the impact of a variety of factors such as the use of chemicals, one of the most vital elements of this field focuses on energy consumption, the environment and public health. The U.S. Department of Energy says that while most people assume their cars use the most energy, our homes and businesses use more energy, particularly electricity. The power plants that generate electricity often use fossil fuels which in turn produce greenhouse gases that may lead to global warming.
The impact of global warming on the planet may be generally understood by most people, but the long-term implications of energy use on human health currently is under research by engineers as well as health scientist. The types of energy consumed and the way energy is generated, including nuclear power, solar power, wind power, electrical power plants, gas and oil, each has an impact on human health. A variety of studies are currently available that share research on the link between the environment and health sciences.
A recent article exploring the evolution of environmental health science through the lens of several prominent case studies can be found here: Health Science and the Environment.
