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January 30, 2005

Totinos pizza. Good in requisite doses.

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I have church at 12:30PM. I have been late a lot lately for various reasons (none of them valid in the end). Today I thought I would make it. No NFL playoff game to distract me and feel bad about later. I thought I'd better eat something before I went so I put a Totino’s Party Pizza in the oven. I like them. They are total crap but if you take them as they are without reference to Plato's form of pizza then they are satisfying in their own way.

I ate the one and needed to hurry and get ready for church but I was still hungry and craving another Totino’s. I put it in the oven because, "I've been late for two months straight at least" so I figured it wouldn't hurt this time either since it was all in one string that could be compartmentalized and called a "phase" later. You grow out of phases but habits are much more work to deal with. So, anyhow the pizza finished baking, I was already destined to be late and I sat down to eat the same thing all over again. I began to feel that this was overkill even before taking my first bite of my second pizza. I kept on till my plate was clean. Then something magical happened. I was overcome with depression. I was sluggish and full of food that I had come to despise and it turned itself on me. It was pretty weird. Don't fool around with that stuff. One Totino’s pizza is always enough , but if you do ever over indulge just remember that life gets better you just need to ride it out and let the pizza run its course.

Totinos pizza. Good in requisite doses.

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I have church at 12:30PM. I have been late a lot lately for various reasons (none of them valid in the end). Today I thought I would make it. No NFL playoff game to distract me and feel bad about later. I thought I'd better eat something before I went so I put a Totino’s Party Pizza in the oven. I like them. They are total crap but if you take them as they are without reference to Plato's form of pizza then they are satisfying in their own way.

I ate the one and needed to hurry and get ready for church but I was still hungry and craving another Totino’s. I put it in the oven because, "I've been late for two months straight at least" so I figured it wouldn't hurt this time either since it was all in one string that could be compartmentalized and called a "phase" later. You grow out of phases but habits are much more work to deal with. So, anyhow the pizza finished baking, I was already destined to be late and I sat down to eat the same thing all over again. I began to feel that this was overkill even before taking my first bite of my second pizza. I kept on till my plate was clean. Then something magical happened. I was overcome with depression. I was sluggish and full of food that I had come to despise and it turned itself on me. It was pretty weird. Don't fool around with that stuff. One Totino’s pizza is always enough , but if you do ever over indulge just remember that life gets better you just need to ride it out and let the pizza run its course.

January 29, 2005

Saturday

Today I was a tourist. You know, when you live in a place you don't see all the things there are to see there cause you can do it some other time and because you don't like feeling like a tourist at home. Well, my girlfriend lives in San Jose and isn't from the area (although she actually lived here a little while when she was a kid and probably spent more actual time living here than I have) and we decided to see some sights.

First stop: 826 Valencia

This is not so much a tourist stop, it's actually just down the street from me but it's awesome. It's a pirate themed storefront that serves to support Dave Eggars' youth writing workshops for underprivileged kids in the area.

(Also Paxton Gate which is a really cool store of random things and garden items)

Next: Coit Tower

A girl I go to church with told me that it was secretly a monument to the phallice of the fireman with whom the Lillie Coit (the rich woman who donated the money to build the tower) was having an affair. She pointed to the shape of the tower as evidence to the truthfulness of the story. Then again, all towers are phallic and there isn't anything about this tower that is particularly penile. I do like calling it coitus tower, though. (Also, it's got a pretty good view of the city)

Next: Fisherman's Wharf, but just to eat at in-n-out.

Next: Lombard street

It's still curvy. Rumor has it one of the guys from 3rd eye blind lives there. Also, MTV's real world had a house there. So, you could move there and have some pretty lame neighbors.

Next: Haight Street but it was really just to go to Amoeba records.

Standing in front of amoeba was Ben Gibbard talking to "some guy." I decided to say hi since we have a couple of mutual friends (Jared Hess and Rob Nyland). Then I went and asked him about his benefit show the night before that I "wasn't able to make it" to. I'm a bit retarded, but he was quite amiable. Three cheers for that.

Next: Twin Peaks not to be confused with Twin Peaks

It was cold up there. Really cold (it was not Park City cold but then I was not prepared for it so damn you for belittling my coldness). It was also beautiful. I'm not kidding.

All in all a good day to be a tourist. Prolly the most clear beautiful day we've had in San Francisco in a month or two.

Saturday

Today I was a tourist. You know, when you live in a place you don't see all the things there are to see there cause you can do it some other time and because you don't like feeling like a tourist at home. Well, my girlfriend lives in San Jose and isn't from the area (although she actually lived here a little while when she was a kid and probably spent more actual time living here than I have) and we decided to see some sights.

First stop: 826 Valencia

This is not so much a tourist stop, it's actually just down the street from me but it's awesome. It's a pirate themed storefront that serves to support Dave Eggars' youth writing workshops for underprivileged kids in the area.

(Also Paxton Gate which is a really cool store of random things and garden items)

Next: Coit Tower

A girl I go to church with told me that it was secretly a monument to the phallice of the fireman with whom the Lillie Coit (the rich woman who donated the money to build the tower) was having an affair. She pointed to the shape of the tower as evidence to the truthfulness of the story. Then again, all towers are phallic and there isn't anything about this tower that is particularly penile. I do like calling it coitus tower, though. (Also, it's got a pretty good view of the city)

Next: Fisherman's Wharf, but just to eat at in-n-out.

Next: Lombard street

It's still curvy. Rumor has it one of the guys from 3rd eye blind lives there. Also, MTV's real world had a house there. So, you could move there and have some pretty lame neighbors.

Next: Haight Street but it was really just to go to Amoeba records.

Standing in front of amoeba was Ben Gibbard talking to "some guy." I decided to say hi since we have a couple of mutual friends (Jared Hess and Rob Nyland). Then I went and asked him about his benefit show the night before that I "wasn't able to make it" to. I'm a bit retarded, but he was quite amiable. Three cheers for that.

Next: Twin Peaks not to be confused with Twin Peaks

It was cold up there. Really cold (it was not Park City cold but then I was not prepared for it so damn you for belittling my coldness). It was also beautiful. I'm not kidding.

All in all a good day to be a tourist. Prolly the most clear beautiful day we've had in San Francisco in a month or two.

January 25, 2005

Dream series

Just an update on the beginning of the year dream series. I dreamed last night that I was going to work. When I got there I picked up my shovel and noticed I was barefooted. I thought "boy that's going to be unpleasant". Then I woke up and decided I'd better drive over to school and ran off my syllabus and study guides. Don't want to be unprepared for work. Yeah, I figured out the first part but I dont know, or want to know the significance of the big deep hole behind me, half filled with black sump-oil run off. It seemed ominous.

January 23, 2005

Merit Pay For Teachers

I approach this question from the enviable position of absolute, total, ignorance of any of the proposals for the actual implementation of merit pay for teachers. Armed only with the title I plunge into the fray. I am also going to ignore the history that gives us the present (broken?) system in the first place. I guess merit pay means that the better the teacher teaches the more pay the teacher gets. I wonder how you decide that one teacher is teaching better than another. Will the principal make daily visits to classrooms, make notes and evaluate each teacher? On what basis will this be done? Will cronyism have any part? Yes. Are some principles not up to the task? What set of criteria will be used? Will these be locally or nationally set? By whom? Or will a set of tests be given every so often to determine if the students are learning a set curriculum? Is it likely that teachers will only “teach to the test?” Oh yes. That may not be a bad thing at all, depending on the test. How will students be assigned to particular teachers? Will the better teachers be given the better students? That would be better for the students. One might envision whole auditoriums under the tutelage of the best teacher in the school. Who would want his student anywhere else? Parental pressure to get his or her student into the class of the best teacher would be enormous. Are better teachers given better students now? Are there slow and fast classes? If that is happening, I assume it will have to stop. Teacher riots over being given the slow class and thus being condemned to lower pay may not be pretty. Will classes have to be balanced according to the IQ average of all students? Why not then develop a scale of fairness for teachers? After all, if one teacher is dumber than another, is it fair to hold that teacher to the same standard? Isn’t this condemning some teachers to a lifetime of low pay? Why not pay on an IQ scale rather than a merit scale? Isn’t it likely to be the same thing? And wouldn’t it be easier to determine? No wait. Let me back off from that. We all have had superb teachers who were not the most intelligent in the school. Perhaps good teachers and good teaching is not really readily quantifiable. But it probably doesn’t matter in a pragmatic way because we aren’t trying to reward good teachers, but rather good learning. You can measure the one but not the other. If merit pay works and every teacher knuckles down and teaches better, where will the money come from? If that money is available just for the asking, why not use it to lure better-qualified, brighter people into the profession in the first place? Is the insinuation here that we are we really talking about docking the pay of teachers who don’t teach well? Isn’t that going to militate against anyone going into the profession? Where will the teachers come from? The pay isn’t that great anyway. Who would then be a teacher? Will new teachers who obviously don’t know what they are doing be exempt? Otherwise they will come in, receive the first paycheck, be evaluated and have their next check reduced, and get right on out of the profession. Furthermore what will we do about any teachers with less or more experience? Will there be some sort of sliding scale based on what you should know and be able to do by now? Can you reasonably hold less experienced teachers to the same standards as those who are more experienced? Of course the answer is that the scale is already adjusted for that by paying according to years in grade. But can really excellent new teachers reach the highest pay level by doing as well as or better than their superiors in years in grade? If it’s truly pay for merit some should be able to do so. I wouldn’t want to be in the teachers lounge when the paychecks come in if that happens. But if pay is by merit, why not pay the newest the most if they do the best? (Do other professions already do all of this? Isn’t everyone else’s pay merit pay? Well, not entirely but quite widely) Will there be a published list of teachers, school by school, ranging from top to bottom, from one to whatever, and school against school according to how good or how bad each teacher is? That will be fun. How about a state list of teachers, from good to worse, from one to whatever. That might not be doable. Perhaps we could adopt the Chinese system and print the names of the best in a circle without attempting to determine who is best but just who gets that pay scale. After that we could break them down from good to bad into a series of grades perhaps as A, B, C, D, and waiting to be fired. In each grade below A we could just stipulate that they, everyone in that particular grade, are all equally meritorious, mediocre or lacking in merit, as the grade might be. Who will teach in the “central city” or any disadvantaged rural or urban student population. How many and they of what quality will accept the lower pay associated with students who are not ready to learn, or who really don’t want to do so, if they are going to be paid less for their greater, less effective, and now widely known efforts. What are we going to do when a large teacher population of incompetents is exposed? It is assumed, I think, that they will be exposed, otherwise why institute merit pay? It is obviously assumed that most teachers don’t merit what they are getting. Where is it they now teach that they get away with being incompetent? Are large numbers of new or any teachers going to want to go to or stay in that place? I am assuming they, those hypothetical incompetents, who will be lured or forced into greater, more effective, effort are now sheltering behind the shield of what they see as incompetent students and masking their own incompetence that way. I guess the idea is that after repeatedly being passed over because they are not doing the job they will quit or be fired. Good luck replacing them. I suspect that if they could be replaced they would already have been replaced. Will this replacement be accomplished by and after breaking the unions? So many unforeseen consequences are possible here. Is merit pay going to be paid off the top of the already existing scale? That is, will better teachers be paid more than they are now being paid because they already teach better? If not, is it possible that the best teachers who are already teaching as well as they can will be passed in salary by the malcontented or the lazy who suddenly see the sun and rush to do what they should have been doing already. If every one is being paid the same salary now the idiots will be the only ones who benefit then. And the good ones doing their best now and who hence can’t do any better will get no extra money and being frustrated may either quit trying or flee to the service industry or medical aid areas. Will the intelligent idiots figure out that its better to get better incrementally rather in one big jump. Because, the pay increases will stop when you stop getting better. So any advance will be slow and the program may die before its full potential can be reached and the system reach stasis where no one gets any raises any more because they are all doing the best they can. At that point, if people tire and fall off from the huge efforts they have been making in order to get the increased salary, salaries will also begin falling, teachers will be dissatisfied and education will suffer. Then we may have to just offer high salaries to everyone to attract top-notch people, administer tests to weed out the incompetents and hire only the best who will then automatically teach at the levels we desire. I would see this system functioning like the system that gives us Doctors, Attorneys, Electrical Engineers or Web designers.

January 19, 2005

clench or relax?

Today I didn't want to get out of bed. It was terribly cold outside of my blankets and terribly warm and comfortable inside of them. I woke up at the very last minute to be able to get ready and get to work on time. I didn't have time to shower but then I didn't really do anything to soil myself the day before so I felt fresh enough to get by on the previous days shower. So, heres the thing, my underwear was not riding up yesterday as I walked to and from work. They did not ride up at all yesterday but today, walking to work, they were cramming themselves between my manly back cheeks in a most uncomfortable way. It's dificult to know exactly how to dislodge cotton from one's crack in public. I'm sure that anyone who saw my antics knew, in spite of my attempts at tact and stealth, that I was pulling my underwear out of my buttocks. The question I want to ask regards damage control. Is it more helpful to clench your buttocks so that you limit the amount of cloth that can occupy that sunblocked real estate or should you just relax so that the cloth has nothing to hold it in place and falls out with the help of gravity?

clench or relax?

Today I didn't want to get out of bed. It was terribly cold outside of my blankets and terribly warm and comfortable inside of them. I woke up at the very last minute to be able to get ready and get to work on time. I didn't have time to shower but then I didn't really do anything to soil myself the day before so I felt fresh enough to get by on the previous days shower. So, heres the thing, my underwear was not riding up yesterday as I walked to and from work. They did not ride up at all yesterday but today, walking to work, they were cramming themselves between my manly back cheeks in a most uncomfortable way. It's dificult to know exactly how to dislodge cotton from one's crack in public. I'm sure that anyone who saw my antics knew, in spite of my attempts at tact and stealth, that I was pulling my underwear out of my buttocks. The question I want to ask regards damage control. Is it more helpful to clench your buttocks so that you limit the amount of cloth that can occupy that sunblocked real estate or should you just relax so that the cloth has nothing to hold it in place and falls out with the help of gravity?

January 15, 2005

cycles of misanthropy


Every now and then I get this anxiety and I want to start over again. I want to move somewhere new where I know no one and never see anyone I ever knew ever again. It has nothing to do with my friends. I have great friends and my family borders amazing sometimes. I'm a bit a perfectionist but I'm also an underachiever and a pleaser. Soooo, I occasionally get these surges of anxiety where I feel like a total failure and waste and I get scared that everyone is going to find out that I'm a total sham and be disappointed in me. It's not a very helpful feeling and though it is also irrational it is powerfully present and real when I feel it. I've been under this over a series of recent days. Sometimes it is preceded by an event or events that cause me to withdraw and sometimes it just comes on me. I'm generally a likeable person who likes nearly everyone for one reason or another. I'm almost a humanist at times. However I become somewhat of a misanthrope during these periods and I generally subtract myself from the world as much as I can and draw into myself and my thoughts.

When these moods come on i find myself even more irritated with the crap on TV and the stupid way McDonald's etc. try to sell me crappy things. I still don't think McGriddles are going to make my life more fun, they'll just disapoint me with their oil soaked limpness and flavor my day with their unsatisfying aftertaste. Anyways, suffice it to say I am more irritable and less personable than my usual self.

So, I was walking around with my headphones on, ignoring the world. When I came upon the intersection of Divisadero and Haight street I saw an old bag lady stumbling through the middle of the intersection betwixt the passing cars on each side of her. Homeless people dart into traffic all the time but then she came towards my corner holding out something in her hand and smiling with her two teeth muttering something. I pulled out my headphones and noticed that she was talking to the girl next to me on the sidewalk who was holdin a small dog. The old lady was saying, "he's gotta have his ball, can't lose that." She handed the girl the red toy ball and stumbled off still smiling with every glimmer left in her remaining teeth. I felt like a bastard. I was one. I didn't want to be bothered by the existence of anyone else in the world and here was this homeless woman running into traffic to grab something that someone else dropped and she wasn't trying to keep it or get a hand out. That was a good and nice thing to do. I did nothing good or nice at all today.

The second event that ocurred today was just around the corner from my house about 15 minutes after the preceding event. Walking home in my warantless depression I passed a young man not much older than I who wore a terribly sad mask of a face. His face was drawn in deep lines and his eyes semed pulled down by unfathomable despair. I walked right past him but I felt like giving the man a hug and giving him some moment of hope or relief. I doubt I could have accomplished that desire. He probably would've run away from me after hitting and kicking me repeatedly. Maybe not but I thought to myself, "I still have some good in me. Maybe I'm not a bastard after all."

These things didn't take me completely out of my mood but they gave me things to think about and next time I hit my cycle of misanthropy I can learn the same lessons all over again. Namely, I'm a selfish bastard but not totally.

cycles of misanthropy


Every now and then I get this anxiety and I want to start over again. I want to move somewhere new where I know no one and never see anyone I ever knew ever again. It has nothing to do with my friends. I have great friends and my family borders amazing sometimes. I'm a bit a perfectionist but I'm also an underachiever and a pleaser. Soooo, I occasionally get these surges of anxiety where I feel like a total failure and waste and I get scared that everyone is going to find out that I'm a total sham and be disappointed in me. It's not a very helpful feeling and though it is also irrational it is powerfully present and real when I feel it. I've been under this over a series of recent days. Sometimes it is preceded by an event or events that cause me to withdraw and sometimes it just comes on me. I'm generally a likeable person who likes nearly everyone for one reason or another. I'm almost a humanist at times. However I become somewhat of a misanthrope during these periods and I generally subtract myself from the world as much as I can and draw into myself and my thoughts.

When these moods come on i find myself even more irritated with the crap on TV and the stupid way McDonald's etc. try to sell me crappy things. I still don't think McGriddles are going to make my life more fun, they'll just disapoint me with their oil soaked limpness and flavor my day with their unsatisfying aftertaste. Anyways, suffice it to say I am more irritable and less personable than my usual self.

So, I was walking around with my headphones on, ignoring the world. When I came upon the intersection of Divisadero and Haight street I saw an old bag lady stumbling through the middle of the intersection betwixt the passing cars on each side of her. Homeless people dart into traffic all the time but then she came towards my corner holding out something in her hand and smiling with her two teeth muttering something. I pulled out my headphones and noticed that she was talking to the girl next to me on the sidewalk who was holdin a small dog. The old lady was saying, "he's gotta have his ball, can't lose that." She handed the girl the red toy ball and stumbled off still smiling with every glimmer left in her remaining teeth. I felt like a bastard. I was one. I didn't want to be bothered by the existence of anyone else in the world and here was this homeless woman running into traffic to grab something that someone else dropped and she wasn't trying to keep it or get a hand out. That was a good and nice thing to do. I did nothing good or nice at all today.

The second event that ocurred today was just around the corner from my house about 15 minutes after the preceding event. Walking home in my warantless depression I passed a young man not much older than I who wore a terribly sad mask of a face. His face was drawn in deep lines and his eyes semed pulled down by unfathomable despair. I walked right past him but I felt like giving the man a hug and giving him some moment of hope or relief. I doubt I could have accomplished that desire. He probably would've run away from me after hitting and kicking me repeatedly. Maybe not but I thought to myself, "I still have some good in me. Maybe I'm not a bastard after all."

These things didn't take me completely out of my mood but they gave me things to think about and next time I hit my cycle of misanthropy I can learn the same lessons all over again. Namely, I'm a selfish bastard but not totally.

January 14, 2005

casey jex smith

My roommate Casey is getting his masters in fine art here in San Francisco. He's loaded with talent and I really like his drawings/paintings. If you're reading this, you probably already know him but, perhaps you don't. Well, check out his website: Casey Jex Smith

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casey jex smith

My roommate Casey is getting his masters in fine art here in San Francisco. He's loaded with talent and I really like his drawings/paintings. If you're reading this, you probably already know him but, perhaps you don't. Well, check out his website: Casey Jex Smith

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January 13, 2005

Hmmmmmmm...

In case you’re waiting for a report, I'm getting better. I don't think it's mono; I'm just bored. My tonsils are shrinking back down to a manageable size and my body is less achy and tired. I'm almost cured. So there's that.

I have a nice laptop. It's an apple. I enjoy it. Such a small package with so many awesome features, including a 60-gigabyte hard drive. That hard drive is full of music, photos, movies, papers and applications. Literally full. Well, I had about 2 gigs empty after deleting some of my music files to make space. Anyhow, I like to use pro tools to record music with (a free version I downloaded from PRO TOOLS) but it won't work without a significant amount of free space available on the hard drive. So I decided a while ago that I was going to have to get an external hard drive to store some things on so I could free up space on my laptop. Yesterday I bought one.

Here's the thing, the hard drive is great, it does everything I want it to but that's all it does. I'm not disappointed in the hard drive I'm just disappointed. The thing is, I get excited about gadgets and technology. This is my newest gadget so I had a little spring in my step coming home last night. I plug it in, it works, I copy some files over to it and clear space on my computer and KAPOW! it's all over. As it turns out, that's all the fun you can have with a hard drive.

Hmmmmmmm...

In case you’re waiting for a report, I'm getting better. I don't think it's mono; I'm just bored. My tonsils are shrinking back down to a manageable size and my body is less achy and tired. I'm almost cured. So there's that.

I have a nice laptop. It's an apple. I enjoy it. Such a small package with so many awesome features, including a 60-gigabyte hard drive. That hard drive is full of music, photos, movies, papers and applications. Literally full. Well, I had about 2 gigs empty after deleting some of my music files to make space. Anyhow, I like to use pro tools to record music with (a free version I downloaded from PRO TOOLS) but it won't work without a significant amount of free space available on the hard drive. So I decided a while ago that I was going to have to get an external hard drive to store some things on so I could free up space on my laptop. Yesterday I bought one.

Here's the thing, the hard drive is great, it does everything I want it to but that's all it does. I'm not disappointed in the hard drive I'm just disappointed. The thing is, I get excited about gadgets and technology. This is my newest gadget so I had a little spring in my step coming home last night. I plug it in, it works, I copy some files over to it and clear space on my computer and KAPOW! it's all over. As it turns out, that's all the fun you can have with a hard drive.

Private Property

Can a good moral argument be made for the institution of private property This was a discussion based on two readings from the works of Locke and Hegel which were provided the participants The following is merely my part of the ensuing discussion. I am not going to be able to talk philosophy with a philosopher [which is in fact what happened here]. My intent is to survive this discussion with some human dignity still intact. What does a moral argument look like? Is the moral the wise, the good? If it doesn't work is it thus moral? We would have benefited by a definition of terms. Perhaps a good moral argument can be made for the institution of private property. Neither of the philosophers cited here do so. If we postulate an original population upon a finite amount of land and resources we may assume the right of each individual to equal amounts of these resources. But as population increases, morally, the amount, the proportion of the right must diminish. Ideally (and is that morally?) as the resources are developed the return from the development would have to be equally shared. Since this seems impossible it may be that all property rights are founded on an immoral principle (based on some one grabbing another’s property and exploiting it) the extent to which this appropriation harms others will vary and as it varies become more or less moral but it remains more or less immoral in concept. If Uganda has tungsten and does not know it, or knowing it does not choose to, or does not know how to develop it, but I do, it does not follow that my knowledge and willingness confers any right to appropriate or develop the resource. The question even rises of Uganda’s right to use the tungsten anyway it wants. A moral argument would perhaps hold that the resources of the world belong equally to the entire world. That is, it has not been shown that a man has the right to mix his labor with an object and thus gain right to it. That amounts to little more than who grabbed first. Others may have formed intent and indeed formulated plans, perhaps better ones, for the use of the object or resource. (And the question may be asked, does or does not proximity to a resource confer right to it) Does living upon or near such a resource constitute original appropriation or ownership, and the right to all minerals or resources above and below that earth? Or do all humans rather than those proximate individuals have some right to the property of the earth and thus some say in its use or miss use. Do we have property rights in the fisheries of the Galapagos or the whales of the sea and thus some moral right to regulate the use or miss use of such property regardless of whether we have mingled our labor with it, or live upon or near such objects. Probably, yes. Locke’s ideas are little more than justification for theft. And Hegel’s ignores original ownership and justifies it by claiming that property ownership sets one on the path to self realization. His argument that the slave rather than the master benefits ethically from the process of changing the object does not take into account that the master is using the slave as a tool and it is thus the slave owner who has shaped and changed the thing. It may be true that laboring on a thing is a complex business and takes time but making a slave labor on it is also that. And it is the master who has the plan and who forces the slave to keep to it. Industrial or factory production is often so compartmentally organized and reduced to the lowest common denominator that the slave or factory worker has no idea what the plan is but rather performs endless repetitive movements to no discernable end. There is in this no self-realization. The master is not poorer for having the work done. (P.372) If modifying something in the external world changes the person, it is the master, owner, who is changed. And the slave is the poorer thru spending time on what did not benefit him. As the pressure of population upon available resources becomes more severe some system of regulating the use of private property is inevitable. Private property will become less private as time passes. Society cannot afford in a pragmatic way to leave all property unregulated or regulated only by its owner. Honere’s 9th stipulation, a duty to refrain from using X in a way that harms others is demonstrably in need of outside regulation. The lobster fishermen of the Galapagos and the whalers of Japan, acting in limited self-interest will quite likely exterminate the property, to make the money they need. Who regulates this is a good question. How much force is permissible in such regulation is another. Both are better left to a later discussion. But: it seems to me that Locke’s theory could justify Slavery. If I grab another man and train him, though by force, I have mingled my labor and made him mine. (Such an argument would seem to be able to justify rape). Such appropriation [of another man] may be of the Impermissible variety though why so more than land grab I am not sure.

January 10, 2005

Just keep pulling that rug

Anybody out there ever had mono? Anyone know anyone that's had it twice? . . . in two years?

Well, I don't know if I have it but I had it two years ago. It was bad. Worse than anyone I've ever known. My tonsils swelled up so much I could barely speak, eat or sleep for more than two weeks. It came very close to ruining my life. In fact, there have been more than a few times when I thought that it had. Luckily, I'm still alive and able to experience my tonsils swelling up once again. The feeling of overwhelming fatigue and the constant, whole body tingle of pain; all mine again. Tommorrow I will call the doctor and see if it is mono or some new kind of torture. Just when things are starting to come together everything goes back to normal and I have some new crap to deal with.

Just keep pulling that rug

Anybody out there ever had mono? Anyone know anyone that's had it twice? . . . in two years?

Well, I don't know if I have it but I had it two years ago. It was bad. Worse than anyone I've ever known. My tonsils swelled up so much I could barely speak, eat or sleep for more than two weeks. It came very close to ruining my life. In fact, there have been more than a few times when I thought that it had. Luckily, I'm still alive and able to experience my tonsils swelling up once again. The feeling of overwhelming fatigue and the constant, whole body tingle of pain; all mine again. Tommorrow I will call the doctor and see if it is mono or some new kind of torture. Just when things are starting to come together everything goes back to normal and I have some new crap to deal with.

The Good Life

First: What is the good life “I’m glad Betty didn’t give us enough information to stifle my creativity. Betty’s Chart says the good life might be 1. For the Buddhist, Freedom from suffering. a. I think it may be that, for one who has suffered, freedom from suffering is more of a relief or a good rather than the good. That is, Freedom from Suffering is an element of the good life but not the good life itself. Being dead would seem to be the better life if this philosophy is true. However Ever since the nerve died in my tooth while hiking in the mountains I have held the conviction that pleasure was the absence of pain. Philosophy, enlightenment, comes to us in strange ways. It isnt often that one can contemplate beating oneself in the mouth with a rock in order to lessen the pain. When the dentist f i n a l l y drilled a hole in that tooth and the gas hissed out and the pain ceased I seriously entered and have never left the good life. So the man may be right after all. I'd forgotten that. 2. For the Confucionist, A life of Virtue. a. this begs the question of what virtue is but nevertheless virtue is seen as leading to a life of balance and social harmony. b. The life of balance and harmony thus seems to be the goal, and virtue rather than being the good life is rather a, or in this philosophy the, thing which leads to the good life. c. So virtue may simply be seen as another element of the good life rather than the good life itself. . 3. For Socrates the examined life is the good life. a. But what if one examines his life and is dissatisfied with it but sees no logical way to enhance it. Is this still a good life or is it just an examined one which has been found wanting but which for lack of alternatives seems to be the one with which which you are stuck ? b. And how does one enhance a life to make it good? What should one strive for and how should one strive. Or is striving bad? One may seemingly examine the hell out of ones life and still be in misery from want of human needs such as adequate food, clothing, warmth or human companionship. And what of human wants? Thinking may not make it so. 4. For Aristotle the good life is happiness or flourishing. a. And one achieves happiness and the state of flourishing by practicing virtue. And virtue is morality. But what is morality? Is the rational the moral and is anything that is moral also rational. If your grandfather is annoying the rational thing would be to get rid of him but is this moral? b. If one is seen to be flourishing may one assume that one has become so by morality? Is this The Gospel of Wealth? “Put ten thousand immoral men in one valley and ten thousand moral men in another valley and one will soon see that “godliness is in league with riches”. While the immoral man lolls at his ease and goes to get a drink at the well, the moral man will throw off his coat, grasp the plow handle, and go to work.” c. Or is it possible that the immoral, lying, cheating, tax evading man may occasionally flourish? d. Is it possible for the moral individual to flourish in a corporate climate? e. So who will be happy, the immoral multi millionaire or the cheated, impoverished moral man. Someone should perhaps examine this life. 5. Gita believes that the good life is release or liberation from craving, fear, selfishness, and ignorance. a.Well, I guess if one didn’t want anything it would take some of the sting out of not having it. But if the it is food and shelter and human companionship it only takes a little of the sting out while one starves or freezes plumb to death. And I guess death is the ultimate release so perhaps for Gita the sooner the better. And why live at all? Life as we would know it inthis philosophy is not life. What we are looking for here is a good cessation of life. b. But, at best, this seems to be a rather passive response. One could just sit with half-closed eyes and look at the tip of ones nose and achieve much of this. {this is a quote from the Gita on how to achieve nirvana. No one recognized it.} This life would seem to be mostly in the mind. Though how one passively overcomes ignorance is a bit of a poser. One might conceivably think ones way to truths, but maybe not to the information upon which the truths are founded. Other than that, Drugs would seem the quickest way to this good life of always being in trance. What after all is the difference, other than a set of philosophic or religious criteria that are incapable of rational resolution or proof? And when one frees oneself from all material desires is one dependent on someone bringing one the food one needs but no longer desires. So the path to liberation is dependent on not everyone achieving it. c. Note to self: don’t practice this in a really cold country (you could easily freeze to the sidewalk) and make sure you have a few people unenlightened enough to bring you food. d. Question to self. Do the unenlightened have to bring you the food or do you have to pay for it and for having it delivered. And if you have to pay for all this do you have to inherit the money or actually hold a job. Bummer. Dont try contemplating the end of your nose while deep frying potatos 6. Native Americans are said to believe that the Good Life is one of respect for earth, god, others and freedom. a. One achieves this good life by developing virtues of truthfulness, honesty, strength, endurance, and courage. If one remembers correctly, the virtues of courage and strength and endurance are developed and showcased by killing ones enemies and taking their horses. That would seem to work against the development of some other virtues . Are these the same Native Americans that enslaved members of other tribes and among whom one found the Aztecs who killed their neighbors and offered their hearts to the gods? Well, fifty percent isn’t bad. . I’m guessing that the good life to the Native American is one of respect for ones own piece of earth, ones own god and ones own tribal group; And that the development of that respect comes by being honest and truthful with ones own tribal affiliates while displaying strength, endurance and courage while in conflict with outsiders. I knew a Navajo girl who thought that the solution to “the Hopi problem”, which I hadn’t know existed, was/is to kill all the Hopi’s. So, if we are all related, we are really all related to our own concept of “the real people.” I think we may have to go off the charts or at least adapt and carefully adopt selected element of these charts to lay out the good life for us and its method of achievement. It seems clear to me that the good life as generally perceived is a cultural thing. It is probable that it is even more limited than that of a particular culture. I suspect that even within our own culture we will not really agree on what the good life is. I doubt that what is the good life to you is totally the good life to me. We may be lucky if we touch at the terminuses. That is not to say there is no such thing as the good life, but that for many people it turns out to only be a not the good life. So let me now go to one of those terminuses.] Well, Betty is right. One cannot begin to do anything to achieve the good life until one determines just what it is. It is to me, in part, association; association and conversation, with friends, with acquaintances who may become friends and with family who may become the same and with students who become a sort of surrogate family who are amazingly willing to sit and listen and to converse. Part and parcel of that association is the feeling that those associates respect you and that they are worthy of respect also. And good conversation fills another need. The word feels healing and enlarging and pure enjoyment. And somewhere in this, there must be some sort of useful service, given and taken. And for me, there must be time, alone and sufficient to allow contemplation and study. The enjoyment of all this requires, or is at least furthered, and expanded by health and freedom from pain. But when pain does come, as it will, whether from illness, accident, age or design I wish to bear it, confront it, with some dignity and a lot of Tylenol. Under girding all this, for me is a conviction that makes sense of life and makes me feel grounded. I need to live up to those concepts, which I have internalized. That is, a. I need to respect the earth, god, others, and their and my freedom. b. I need to be honest and truthful, and to have strength, endurance and courage. c. It is necessary to learn as much as I can, to live rationally and logically, and as much as is possible, healthily, free from self induced pain. I also need to avoid as much as is possible the pain caused by others, while causing them no pain. d. Simple things like eating well but not too well, of regularly exercising, alone, while thinking are particularly satisfying to me and add to a sense of well-being while actually promoting that state. And the good life I live can either be pleasant for me and good for others, or pleasant to me and not so good for others. And living a life that is good for others may not contribute the ultimate in physical pleasure to me and yet be the best life. So the good may not always feel good at least in its best phase. The true good life may be so only in retrospect, and be a delayed gratification which at times while it is being lived may have little to do with sensory pleasure. Yet there must be that sensory gratification for life does not seem life with out it.

January 06, 2005

Country Western Music

Country Western DJs with fake Southern accents drive me crazy. It would be refreshing to hear someone playing Country Western with the guts to use an actual [even a real Western] dialect rather than the southern speech pattern which must stand for the country side of the equation. It is just not possible that every announcer in this medium is Southern. Of course there is in fact only Country and no Western and the Country being sung is Southern. (I don’t suppose that’s anyone’s fault. If Idaho boys want to sing they just head for Nashville) I guess you sing what will sell and sell where the market is. All artists have that problem. Or is that called selling out? When, by the way, was the last time you heard an actual Western song like “Cool Clear Water “ or “Ghost Riders In The Sky”. I don’t particularly miss them but today its all Country and no Western. (though ordering "beer for your horses" may cross that hard line) Beyond that, the country and western dialect I know uses words like Worsh for Wash and Crick for Creek. Those words may lie on some sort of Pittsburgh-Idaho axis but they are country, no denying. Its not like Kentucky and points south are the only real country. A lot of that area is country but it’s not western, even though a lot of the west is from there. I guess the South still remembers being the West, as it authentically was in 1820. I’ll grant you I would rather hear a Kentucky drawl than a Southern Utah cattleman’s equally slow Southern Utah accent. (much of which is probably actually southern influenced) I’d still rather hear that serving up the music (I started to say spinning the record but that’s as ancient as the South being Western) far rather than the fake southern accents of Midwestern and Californian DJ’s. But I digress. Can’t have that. The other thing that is annoying is the DJ’s pretense to knowledge of the country life style with all the silly and fake allusions that go with it. Today one went just that little bit farther. He was being cute and provocative as he spoke of calendars available for the New Year. One apparently is of “naked British farmers engaged in a variety of farm tasks”. The DJ commented archly that they better stay away from the colombine. While the accent was false enough the word itself jarred me. But pretending to a farm background and calling a “Combine” a colombine pretty well drove me over the edge. I have had to cut back rigorously on music lately since overdosing on music of the 20”, 30”s and 40”s and have been listening only to Country Western. Now the DJ’s are going to have to shut up or I may be forced to quit listening to music altogether.

The new cool . . .

Allright folks, here's the newest of cool. If your down with what I'm putting out you'll be totally cool.

First, refer to groups of people as folks. For example, "Allright folks, here's the newest of cool." Also, refer to you parent as "my folks" or "the folks."

Second, Banana Republic is out. J-Crew is out. Diesel is way out. Anything you c an buy at urban outfitters is totally played out (I guess I'm mostly not really joking about that) and thrift stores? . . . Please! The new cool place to buy your clothes is the Old Navy. Seriously, just ask Dave Dayton, or if you don't know him ask Jimson Weed. If you don't know Jimson Weed it's going to be pretty hard to be very cool so just go here: THE HOUSE OF LEAF AND LIME
If anyone asks why your suddenly really into Old Navy just tell them, "cause those commercials are just damb awesome!" If they don't understand that then you don't need their friendship.

Third, when someone tells you something awesome or amazing just feign disinterest and dryly reply, "I know." Don't say anything else. You may choose to follow this by staring at them waiting for them to try and tell you something truly interesting or you may ignore them and look around vacantly with your ennui on your sleeve. If they do try and top their first story in an attempt to actully impress you, you respond the same way. It might help if you keep telling yourself that you would have said something much more interesting if you cared to. You will never care to say whatever more meaningful thing you are referring too and this silence and lack of reaction will convince others that are really smarter and more perceptive than they are. Others will hate you for this. This is only jealousy however and it will make those people want to be your friend even more. Now they are in your control because they are certain that you are much cooler than they. This is actually an age old cool rather than a new cool but some of you seem totally unaware of this procedure or lifestyle rather. This is, with persistence, a surefire strategy to be adored and envied and that is cool.

Fourth, not having damb ants in your kitchen.

Fif, saying "fif" whilst meaning "fifth." This one is kind of obvious; of course it's cool to say fif.

Last, quitting your job so you can have more time to teach your dog English. So damb cool!

Cheers,

Pampered by Atrophy

The new cool . . .

Allright folks, here's the newest of cool. If your down with what I'm putting out you'll be totally cool.

First, refer to groups of people as folks. For example, "Allright folks, here's the newest of cool." Also, refer to you parent as "my folks" or "the folks."

Second, Banana Republic is out. J-Crew is out. Diesel is way out. Anything you c an buy at urban outfitters is totally played out (I guess I'm mostly not really joking about that) and thrift stores? . . . Please! The new cool place to buy your clothes is the Old Navy. Seriously, just ask Dave Dayton, or if you don't know him ask Jimson Weed. If you don't know Jimson Weed it's going to be pretty hard to be very cool so just go here: THE HOUSE OF LEAF AND LIME
If anyone asks why your suddenly really into Old Navy just tell them, "cause those commercials are just damb awesome!" If they don't understand that then you don't need their friendship.

Third, when someone tells you something awesome or amazing just feign disinterest and dryly reply, "I know." Don't say anything else. You may choose to follow this by staring at them waiting for them to try and tell you something truly interesting or you may ignore them and look around vacantly with your ennui on your sleeve. If they do try and top their first story in an attempt to actully impress you, you respond the same way. It might help if you keep telling yourself that you would have said something much more interesting if you cared to. You will never care to say whatever more meaningful thing you are referring too and this silence and lack of reaction will convince others that are really smarter and more perceptive than they are. Others will hate you for this. This is only jealousy however and it will make those people want to be your friend even more. Now they are in your control because they are certain that you are much cooler than they. This is actually an age old cool rather than a new cool but some of you seem totally unaware of this procedure or lifestyle rather. This is, with persistence, a surefire strategy to be adored and envied and that is cool.

Fourth, not having damb ants in your kitchen.

Fif, saying "fif" whilst meaning "fifth." This one is kind of obvious; of course it's cool to say fif.

Last, quitting your job so you can have more time to teach your dog English. So damb cool!

Cheers,

Pampered by Atrophy