Friday, September 25, 2009

Gone on (economic) growth

Nobel prize-winning economists, Joseph Stiglitz and Amartya Sen are rejecting the notion that GDP growth is THE index for measuring economic and social well-being. They posit that perhaps we have lost perspective; in the quest for growth maximization, other valued objectives have become obscured. One thing is sure: the growth game is hegemonic. It is also adversarial and limited. It makes one think of body-height eating-capacity competitions.

Clearly, the tallest or largest person is not necessarily the healthiest or happiest (indeed, gigantism is a sad, crippling disorder - just ask André the Giant). Likewise, those that can gobble the most chicken wings or cherry pies suffer sickening after-effects: a swollen lethargy, ache, and purge. The meltdown of our culture of gluttony and growth obsession has made us familiar with these sensations. Economist Bernard Baumohl informs us that, prior to the self-inflicted butt-kick, only 65% of what we bought was actually bought. The rest was paid for Dumb and Dumber style, with a fat fistful of IOU's.

It appears that the collective of U.S. American consumers has tunnel-visioned its way into perpetual short-sightedness. Either consequences are too far off to be seen as relevant or we suffer from a societal cecity. The "shameless stuffing while others starve" which Walt Whitman criticized in his 1855 American Epic, Leaves of Grass, is a characteristic aspect of our culture. Darwinian survival of the fittest has taken a backseat to Teletubbian survival of everybody. It might just be that Newton's laws have been conquered by macro-management: causes have been divorced from their effects. AIG stands like a smirking sentinel; the smiling Buddha, complacent and stuffed with greenbacks.

Of course, there were woeful economic effects to the world's most recent price over-evaluation depreciation (bubble-burst). Economic pain is of preeminent concern. However, justice is also principally important, and we likewise know that the spoiled child learns naught. Misbehavior unpunished is misbehavior reinforced. The child, gremlinlike, nurtures his demand, grab, and guzzle mechanisms.

We are stuck with the moderated disincentive which Bernanke and Paulson's meddling has left us. The best we can do is allow the ugly effects of this current downturn to be educating and therefore salubrious. I mean, we should learn from our mistakes. I submit that if the moderated downturn-caused pain is enough to teach us prudence and temperance (for a while, at least) then the effects of this recession are sufficient; if not, they were not enough. We are the spoiled consumer child and China is the currency-devalued consumption-pusher.

We should also recognize that the GDP-growth-centered model has proven to be poisonous and limited. The S-twins (Sen and Stiglitz) and their sidekick Sarkozy (who commissioned their report) propose a solution, or at least an alternative. They are advocating something like the Gross National Happiness (GNH) index, long used in Bhutan. Their sophisticated index would consider growth, of course, but only as one of a number of key variables. Also included would be education and health indices as well as considerations of real wage. The S-trio may be on to something.

Of course, economic theorists have long recognized the relevance and value of other indices. Regrettably, quantitative measure of those mechanisms continues be prohibitively difficult. Economics models center on self-interest and growth because isolation of those effects (even though they over-simplify the huge complexity of human behavior and preference hierarchies) reveals useful empirical information.

The problem, then, is not the use of caricature-style models, but the hegemony of those indicators. Inimitable economic and otherwise analysis utilizes the qualitative and qualitative; in this case, focusing on empirical growth data and culture. The truth of the matter is that close examination of one or both of these instruments should have revealed intrinsic lack of sustainability in the socio-economic culture of the pre-"Great Recession" years.

For less-developed countries, the growth game (coupled with the S and S model) continues to be integral. For the United States and the other rich countries, it has lost its utility. Growth in order to fuel unsustainable excess and global inequality should finally appear less than appetizing, especially when we have to overvalue our assets or go to war to achieve it. We need to figure out what is important, and how to go about getting it and instilling it in our culture.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Slinky

All Hail Concordia.
Observed physical "reality" proves naught,
That seen is tainted by that sought.
Induction is flawed unless borne from infinite,
No law is inviolate.
Polonius said, "Brevity is the soul of wit."
Every thing has an opposite.
Art is a distraction, science an oversimplification, and religion a put-on,
Truth belongs to all and none.
No thing has an equivalant.
Brad said, "Verbosity is the corpus of the fool."
Every decree is subject to defiance,
Deduction is imperfect without omniscience.
That sought is predicated on that seen,
Nonobserved metaphysical "reality" disproves the vision of the retina screen.
All Hail Discordia.

Juxtapositional photoetry by Russ Turner


BRAD THEN


and NOW



MOVING TO THE MUSIC IN HIS SOUL

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

perhaps e. e. cummings was not

perhaps e. e. cummings was not
being a hubristic ass when he decided to divest the clumsy capital
what purpose do those leviathans of the written word serve, anyway?
emphasizers, organizers, establishers of
written rhythm?
who dogmatized this tomfoolery?
cummings saw the light, he was a
visionary

naught deserves capitalization
save maybe that transgender thought to
live upstairs whose title starts
with the great pictogram that begins ginsberg
and gynecologist
but he keeps to
himself
i've never met him
have you?

you've got to wonder where the germans get off
with their der Ball, die Milsch, and das Gesamtkunstwerk
colossal arrogance
no wonder they thought they could conquer the planet
o wait
or was that the mongols,
or the romans, or the french, or my own possee (so-called americans)
arrogance assails us

the answer is patently in the capital letter
sure, inequality is ineluctable
but fabricated textual hierarchy evinces our inborn competition
our special power-trip
and e. e. cummings is gone (so is g. khan, and napole-on, though the g. bushes, for now, live on)
testament to
the oscillation,
his inane poetry
succeeds
him

inanity cannot answer questions
but it is better than illusion
which in turn bests delusion
all would be trumped by reason
if we could tell
the
difference
between
'em

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Music

O what a power music has! O what an emotional umph! When I say emotional umph, I refer to music’s uncanny ability to alter mood and mind in subtle-gradual and revolutionary-rapid ways. This is no secret, no mid-night revelation, but rather a universally recognized reality. I believe that every person who appreciates life appreciates music. Naturally, some cherish the art of sound more than others. But it pervades! It persists! Music has an unmistakable power, akin to a spectral shape-shifter. Its influences reflect its diversity, covering the infinite spectrum of sounds, words, and emotions.

Cognitive and emotive functions identify trends and bend to the purpose of a particular musical piece. Watch as music gusts about, shaping and inspiring: mood, thought, dance, guttural shouts and grunts of gratification, and, most importantly, new music. We employ a certain exponential function to graph music's growth propagation.
We are beings of sound. And art. Art subsumes music and is hence of greater scope and broader domain. Art is life, but life is not necessarily art. Embrace the art of life. Saul Williams says that music is our alchemy and orders us to find our mantra and awaken our subconscious. The rest his poem, Coded Language, is utmostly pertinent, however I desist from total mimicry and leave you to discover him for your selves.

This post was inspired by a song by some Brazilian musicians, which irresistibly urged me to discard a feeling of malaise and create a tribute to their harmony. See the art that art has stirred!?

Given the power of art and our natural creativity proclivity, how can we resist satiating our artistic selves? Ignoring our natural ability disserves our selves as well as the selves of our fellow beings. Embracing and celebrating our manifested proficiencies makes for color, light, and lovely, where we would otherwise observe drab, dark, and boring.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Coming and going and gadabouting

Since my formative years, I have attested to a strong desire to travel. My minor obsession was sown by my parents, who brought me from Florida to British Colombia before a dozen years had graced my blond brow. As my mane browned, my world-wise parents devoted spare time and money to my international, itinerant education. My lessons were taught by the coral of Bora Bora, the croisant of Paris, the Volkswagons of Taxco, the black waters of Istanbul, the harbor of Bergen, the slums of San Jose, the neons of Las Vegas, and the sausages of Austria. Abroad, I was a freewheeling sponge. I obediently dedicated myself to my obligations: observe and enjoy.

Between Canada with the gramps and my most recent international flight, 22 countries have borne my heavy feet for a significant period of time. Now I return from six months abroad in Cuenca, Ecuador and Santiago, Chile. The inhabitants of those lands amiably demanded the development of bilingualism, which I delivered. Their societies, people, and institutions and I interacted. We changed each other, but they changed me more, by virtue of more mass. I tried to resist, but alteration is inevitable. I capitulated. I had no other choice! But I maintained my suspicion, skepticism, and interrogative nature. I refused to believe anything which I could better disbelieve. Knowing I could know nothing, I tried to analyze things objectively. HAH! I learned that all observation is theory laden. All is sucked into a philosophical vortex of past experience.

So what do years of travel, purported travel love, and modern migrations produce. A kind of human universalism which is founded on principles of fundamental human similarity and subsequent, life-formed, and superficial cultural difference. Anthony Burgess affirms my belief, " Fundamentally people are all the same, and I've lived among enough different races long enough to be dogmatic about this."

I continue to express some other thoughts: no two things are the same, all things are connected, cause and effect is impregnable, and purity is non-existent. At least, these are some of my basic beliefs, based on my 21 years and my perusal of the accumulation of recorded human experience. They do not well-match any thought-system that I am aware of, but rather represent bits from here and there; from the forms and figures of my life. My philosophy is a whole, composed by innumerable influences, ideas, and impressions.
A character in a Janwillem van de Wetering - one of my many i's - novel called The Japanese Corpse presents the position eloquently: "What would I be? A good question. I have no answer. My mind is clouded by the countless thoughts with which I have identified myself and which have all left their traces."

It appears to me that delineated doctrines and ideologies are limiting and unrealistic. They are symbolic, theoretical, imperfect. And, we are equally imperfect, in our roles as adherents, constructors, channelers, etc. Ideology serves a purpose, but works best when paired with aggressive skepticism and liberal democracy; freedom to share, evaluate, and choose, in the absence of imposing thought-crushing power, represents the best outcome in the philosophical and moral realm. We should combine human and personal experience to settle on personal belief: what is and what should be: the structures of science and metaphysics: our understanding of the world and its features.

In a future writing, I will explore whether or not some personal thought-systems should be considered to be better or more desirable than others, and what that should mean for the actions of individuals. For now, I go full circle in order leave this digressive article where it began: travel.

Travel, according to my aforementioned propositions, is (in part) an expedition for observation of human cultural differences. It is an expansion of experience, hence an expansion of the foundation from which we make belief choices. It is risky and radical, involving new bumper car contexts of cause and effect, influence and mutation. New friends and figures and institutions and forces, channeled through our theory-laden viewfinders, distort that which we know and impulse change. With the great human power of personal sovereignty, we decide to change positively or negatively - evolve or devolve. And, of course, change is inevitable...

Sunday, June 21, 2009

No archipelago

I was invited to ponder the influence of a certain period of life on my life. I admit that I struggled somewhat in responding. My answer portrayed every act, incident, thought, etc. as a separate island in an archipelago of events. Furthering the geographical metaphor, we would propose that the girth and depth of each landmass represents its influence, its power. Although appealing, this is a spurious conceptualization. Why?

This is important: Everything is connected. Everything. Acts are not islands, nor are humans*. I have found metaphors to be misleading; no simple pictorial, verbal, or quantifiable function is capable of describing the interconnectedness. A continuous function is approximate, but visual Euclidean geometry unsatisfactory. O, the interminable dimensions! Life is an ocean of intermingled particles and organisms, all mixing, twirling, crashing, seeking to control by personal propulsion, but subject to the omnipotent tide and current. Humans ebb and flow with the rest.

Personal development is continuous. It is progressive and digressive. An influential incident, pattern, or period of life on life causes notable progression or retrogression. Change is inevitable; (reverting to the Euclidean plane example) no human being is a constant function. It is also typically gradual. There are, however, principle periods of flux, the most obviously accelerated one being youth (generally portrayed as developmental). This is the time when we process personal experience into personal knowledge. To the very young, everything is surprising. As we age, we ossify; we choose and invest and define ourselves, we settle into a comfortable reality. We come to know the world or we come to think that we know the world or we come to accept a certain interpretation of the world (Clearly, for this exposition, knowledge = belief). Surprise to common phenomena fades. Only the radical manifestations of nature (including human nature) surprise us.

Surprise is a function of ignorance and close-mindedness. The world as it is is ours and it is comprehensible. Unnatural is a misnomer. Unnatural does not exist. Unnatural is a societal allegation. All that occurs and is capable of occurring is natural; it belongs to our world. What else could it be?

Personal progression, for me, is the development of comprehension of the one world and, necessarily, the position, purpose, and nature of one's self in the world. This is a step beyond the above-proposed accumulation of knowledge/belief. It is the development of what is often called wisdom: Precise knowledge and keen discernment of what is and what "what is" means to oneself and the human species. It is that which leads us to a wise state of being which is personally and progressively influential.

*Remember John Dunne: No man is an island, entire of itself... Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

For Abdoms

I posted this poem on the wall of a friend. It is reproduced here replete with minimal aesthetic changes. Sooohaaa, diversity (of posts) be the goal of such a one as this.

Another nick-nombre monster to stalk me, hooray,
An elegant ether revolver to anesthetize me, wippee,
A cyclical-rhythm-emitting hollow box to hypnotize me, bash!
An alchemy for satisfaction and companions for collusion, wooooooozah,

Tangential approximations abound and essence evades, so what?
Reject non-sense, embrace similitude, and smile, yaaahaaa,
Reality is around but my sunglasses are tinted, harumph!
But, damn, the vision intrigues and distractions proliferate, yes, yes.
Sup of the soup to discover the formula, whaaa?
The melody of flavors that satisfies YOU, ahahahaha!!

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Non-sense

I was perusing recently an impertinent and thoroughly engaging text called, On Bullshit, by the Princeton professor emeritus of philosophy, Harry Frankfurt, when I stumbled upon an inspiratory detail: Non-sense. This precious construction was noted as the arch-nemesis of one of the monumental philosophers of the 20th century, Ludwig Wittgenstein.

As you, friend-follower, have undoubtedly noticed, I have a penchant for criticizing the human proclivity for illogic. As I have pontificated prior, we are feeble, defective creatures, with curiously disruptive effects known as emotions. Said overly-simply, reason, logic, and scientific representation of reality were the heroes and obsessions of Mr. Wittgenstein. They are also friends of mine.

Either way, I now have a prominent citation from which to defend my arbitrary outpourings on the theme of illogic (or non-sense). Perhaps Wittgenstein's word outplays my own modest term (which I picked up from Christopher Moore) when it comes to precision. Nevertheless, I do not and never have promised to be profoundly honest, realistic, or scientific in my writings.

What? Say you that this is contradictory with my past and pending statements on the all-importance of reasonable thought and the insidious character of illogic? Nay, I say to you. I turn now to Harry Frankfurt and distance myself from L. Wittgenstein. I promise to bullshit you, sir or madam, when I see fit, in the pursuit of perspicuous thoughts or witty turn of phrase (well, according to me).

This does not negate the possibility of scientific analysis or the promotion of brutal logic, nor does it mean that I am lying to you. I will not deliberately, in fact, attempt to misrepresent my thoughts and beliefs, the contents of my brain. I will strive to entertain you and myself with a diversity of writings and scribblings that will include plenty of bullshit, art, pseudoscience, and invention.

Really, I am planting a devious honesty, professing to use an artistic license, and claiming fidelity to the use of a Borgesian approach to keeping your attention (What can I hold you with?). If my method works well, and you examine my words with microscopic care, maybe you will even learn something real about me.

Monday, May 04, 2009

Brad is thinking

- About delineations and spectra and the middle path that appears to be fundamental.

- About when to speak plain truth and when to deceive, obfuscate, dissimulate, or utter falsifications.

- About enigmas, anomalies, the advancement of thought and science and the consequent and simultaneous waning of ignorance, myth, mysticism, magic, and speculation.

- That there is a lever in the natural construction of the human being which leaves him or her open to outside manipulation, which often induces lamentable illogic, including crowd-rule, wishful-thinking, and fallacious belief.

- Whether or not the hegemony and the progression of the hegemony, of what is fashionably considered science will make humans more or less malleable.

- That Brad knows nothing and nurtures fragile beliefs that may or may not have basis in "reality."

- That memory is fickle and that blatant fiction is as worthy a suitor for our consideration and belief as purported fact.

- That there is but one form to pray to.

- That perceptive skepticism trumps blind faith.

- That there must be an equalization.

- About WWSGD (What Would Siddhartha Guatma Do).

- About what deserves: Respect; approbation; damnation; and, outright eradication.

- That there is a coy, precious quality peculiar to the margins of the day and the night which tends to activate "weird" and pure behavior, ambiguous emotions, and tangential ambitions.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Unforgivable negligence

It is clear now that my nonchalant negligence and blasé air is all a show. A fragile facade under which I cower and curse and rend my garments. You see, I am not content with my pathetic laziness and procrastination. I would that I were of heroic determination and discipline, capable of withstanding any pernicious temptation and doing constantly that which is right... for me. My culpability weighs me down, friend-followers, I swear it on the grave of my deceased albino rat, Bebo. Would that I could write to you every day! About interesting themes, instead of my dull self deprecations. Indeed, this is a sad day... Or is it? You see, I am back! I am here. Here for YOU. And for ME. We can improve ourselves TOGETHER. Without a doubt, this is a glorious event! Do you not see? I have come crawling back to you, repentant, but more mighty for having overcome my malaise. I return, resplendent and valiant from the sad and noisome pit of shame. Dress yourself in excited preparation for brilliantly innovative or else otherwise mildly interesting entries. They are coming on the wave of cursory meditation. Get ready!

Friday, January 02, 2009

New year's resos

I think perhaps that if people knew they lacked the ability to improve themselves, they would stop living. I am glad we are mutable men, women, and transgenders. Self-improvement is a coruscating carrot. It keeps us going.

In the new year period, self-examination, which should be done constantly, becomes popular. May we look at ourselves and then excise, augment, and alter in hopes of a more happy and confident future. Here are (some) of my resolutions:

*Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breathe more; talk less, say more; love more

**Nevertheless, talk more

*Become more masterful at language (Spanish, English)

*Dominate the bass, play music

*laugh and smile and incite laughter and smiles

*Stand up for truths and beliefs

*Discontinue passive-aggressive and dishonest tendencies

*Be more decisive and figure out what it is I want