Where is the life we have lost in living?

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Fooled


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We love the tangible, the confirmation, the palpable, the real, the visible, the concrete, the known, the seen, the vivid, the visual, the social, the embedded, the emotional laden, the salient, the stereotypical, the moving, the theatrical, the romanced, the cosmetic, the official, the scholarly-sounding verbiage (bullshit), the pompous Gaussian economist, the mathematicized crap, the pomp, the Academie Française, Harvard Business School, the Nobel Prize, dark business suits with white shirts and Ferragamo ties, the moving discourse, and the lurid. Most of all we favor the narrated.

Alas, we are not manufactured, in our current edition of the human race, to understand abstract matters — we need context. Randomness and uncertainty are abstractions. We respect what has happened, ignoring what could have happened. In other words, we are naturally shallow and superficial — and we do not know it. This is not a psychological problem; it comes from the main property of information. The dark side of the moon is harder to see; beaming light on it costs energy. In the same way, beaming light on the unseen is costly in both computational and mental effort.
-Nassim Nicholas Taleb, The Black Swan 

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Barbra

Duck Sauce "Barbra Streisand" from Mr Goldbar on Vimeo.

Uncompromising and Relentless Recklessness

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Carl Jung once summarized everything he'd learned as a psychologist by saying this: Humanity tends to project its inner world onto the outer world. If you're always seeing people, lets say, as hard and demanding, chances are that you are hard and demanding on yourself and the world is hard and demanding on you. We see out there through what's already in our own minds. Given how messed up we all are in our relationships and going on's, it takes a whole lot for us to forgive ourselves instead of hating it in others. As my man behind the Future Looks says, it comes down to possessing a mentality that's all about living from the inside out rather than the outside in.

Stop judging, that you may not be judged.  For as you judge, so will you be judged, and the measure with which you measure will be measured out to you.  Why do you notice the splinter in your brothers eye, but do not perceive the wooden beam in your own eye?  How can you say to your brother, Let me remove that splinter from you eye?  You hypocrite, remove the wooden beam from your eye first; then you will see clearly to remove the splinter from your brothers eye.  (Matthew 7:1-5)
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I'm digging this band Warpaint. Bunch of sun lovin' gals from California that make music for mystery and romance. Midnight swooning under a monster droopy leaf in the courtyard garden. An hour long track of rain playing softly behind every song on their new album coming out in October would sound perfect. Here's Billie Holiday. 



Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Coral Fang


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I used to love the Distillers a whole lotta, but their album Coral Fang still gets played ever so often and I just love on it so hard. Today was one of those days and Hall of Mirrors got stuck on repeat at least more than four times. So fucking incredible. Listening to Brody Dalle here gives me goosebumps. It makes complete sense that she's married to the guy in Queens of the Stone Age. 
The Distillers-Hall of Mirrors

Love


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People always ask me, "What's so fucking great about dancing?"
How the fuck should I know? 
Yeah, even I can barely understand it, understand it
when the music takes control
-!!!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

No Lies Just Love

The Edge…there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. 
~Hunter S. Thompson
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Try to learn something about everything and everything about something. 
~Thomas H. Huxley

To war against the ever present stimuli that seek to push my conscious mind away from the task at hand is to flat out lose. The library is dead quiet, save for the flip of a page a few rows over and the hum of 1960's era lights that aren't going anywhere. A few asian gals a couple rows over titter over something, which is fine by me because they've earned it. Asian folks are not to be outstudied. It's incredible. I'm over here rattling my chair to kingdom, trying not to whistle and struggling to read maybe two words every sentence and three sentences per page, and they are hunkered down over yonder, copying every single word off every page of the textbook sprawled out on the table. I feel like I'm witnessing the passing of the torch here. Is the Western way of thought to be completely usurped in my lifetime? The future might not hold that drastic of a change in the span of my short life but politically who knows? What is true about the happenings by the atlases is that those folks are cutting down their risk of failing, page after page. I commend them. My unacademia smells from here to reference eight floors up and it implores the asian kids  to grip their pencils tighter and lazer in on the task at hand, because the future is a dangerous place and the library closes in only four hours.


The risk functional estimator in statistical decision theory

Of course, I'm basing all this off of the result of taking a few simple observations too far, but seriously. There is virtue to be found in taking things too far. What better way to take a definite stance against fear of the unknown, against the sops that microanalyze their hedge funds and the college students who plan on middling for the next few years out of fear of doing something stupendous. Uncertainty is everywhere in our ever changing world and the hardest place for the mind to be is simply present, conscious only of the happenings around and flying a flag of neutrality. Neutrality doesn't mean apathy but rather conscious, seeing both the good and the bad. Of course there is a time for things to be black and white, but for the most part, either/or way of thinking wrecks havoc on the world. Look at the conflict in the Middle East or tribalism in Central Africa. It's all Us vs. Them thinking. The hardest thing to fully grasp is the fact that its just Us. But I digress. 

Where does risk come into the picture in this big old word lash? Essentially, to risk is to face truth.  Never to the point of hindering future opportunities of course, but how else can one know the extent of what they're truly capable of? Imagination, when free from external limitations, can be the source of both incredible pleasure and extreme suffering. If perception is indeed reality, then that has to be true for both. To risk is know a general idea what the outcome may be, the good and bad. But what often doesn't get taken into consideration is the gamble, the levying of chances and probabilities that tickle the populous's inhibitions into blooming towards outright fear. Fear paralyzes action which in turn prevents progress. I've heard it said that if you wait to do everything until you're sure its right, then you'll probably not do much of anything. That's absolutely right. Every action is naturally going to have an element of fear twinged into it. The best question to ask is Where does this fear come from? What is it trying to teach me? I watched Oliver Stone's biopic on Alexander the other night, which was honestly too gay for me to think much about but one quote stuck out to me. The fear of death drives all men. I got to thinking about maybe not death itself, but the death of something. For me, its the death of opportunity. In whatever the occasion, the line has to be toed, even kissed because thats where truth is to be found. And the only way to see the line in the first place is to cross over it and pay the consequences. 

I sincerely doubt that Taoism and the Middle Way are driving the tittering asian students nearby to study their brains off. I'm jealous of their terribly intent focus but then again, there is an opportunity cost to everything. They don't leave lots to chance. I believe that lashing all this out is more important than studying my notes on the Laws of Supply, which is what I came here to do. But folks done got me distracted and one thing led to another and shabam, nary a dip into the Economics realm but a whole mess of words to show for the last twenty minutes. But I'll be fine once I get to it (I'll be goooooood) and I'm going to rage on this test coming up Friday. The only mechanism that can put one at peace in the face of fear and uncertainty is faith. Not faith rooted in our own ability, because we're all fucked up, but rather faith in the Divine Order that reveals purpose to every happening Life throws at us. Faith lets us trust the heights and depths which things are taken because what's there to fear anyways? As my wise mentor Chris West once told me, high up on an abandoned building overlooking a dark grey storm surge  roll over the deep green jungle outside Uganda's capital city of Kampala, "Everything in moderation, including Moderation."

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Triangulate

Where I want to be
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Its a cloudy day outside and I'm sitting in my Physical Environments class, blazing through so many idears besides the earthquake models on the screen. The teacher is young and would be a pretty good guy to talk to outside class but all norms of casual social interaction goes out the window once class begins, which is when he turns on his Formal Teacher in Class mode and starts rambling not out of enthusiasm but rather uncertainty, just probably because he's young and feels more comfortable in front of a computer. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt, but its a shame because he's doomed to never make a single thing in this class interesting. Which is exactly why I'm grinding so hard on articles here in the back. The Boston Globe has a stupendous column online called the Ideas section, where they publish all sorts of great finding in an array of different field and how they apply to everyday life. That article on Grit is a perfect example. Dig through the archives if you want to learn something. 

I've got lots of thoughts on Pitchfork. I love their colourful, no holds barred style album reviews. Most reviews you'll read will be wishy-washy, "its good, its just not for me", "the lovechild of blahblah and blahblah" nonsense that leaves a void where you want your initial opinion of an article to be. Pitchfork drives their knife deep, giving the good and bad equal respect but definitely siding with one or the other. Even for albums I love and they lambast, there is always something in the review I can agree with. When they called the Kings of Leon "Yall2" in one album review, I about died laughing. True and fucking hilarious. What I can't stand is the one thing I appreciate, which is their opinionating. They come across a little too caustic and incisive sometimes when they should give the music a chance. The great thinker Paul de Man once said "Irony is endless negativity." Critical thinking is a fantastic mechanism to have at your disposal, but don't let it lose the heart of it all. You'll never have fun at a show if you're standing back arms crossed, analyzing and criticizing the joy outta the band playing. It's not hip or retro, its fun you asshole. I mean, I love you but cmon now, shut the fuck up and dance. Jam don't stare. Check out the rest of the articles too and challenge yourself to read something deeper and longer than a fucking tweet. Class is out and I'm getting Subway. 

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Duck Sauce


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Finally, it landed. Just try not to dance.
Duck Sauce-Barbra Streisand

Wednesday, September 1, 2010