Metrology

Mar. 28th, 2024 09:19 am
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If I have already posted this, deal with it.  I didn’t want to go back and check


I spent a large portion of my adult life measuring things.  I suppose that I make a certain fetish of it, but it hasn’t done me any harm as what I have been interested in measuring usually has a physical component that I measure (length, width, quantity, time interval, etc, etc) It is an enjoyable way to spend one’s working day and I am not ashamed.

I am going to spend some time looking at atmospheric CO2 in the next while.  I am doing this because I read “Naked Capitalism” every day for the commentary on current events.  While I heartily and without reservation can recommend that you take the time to read them, I must insert a caveat.

As a group, they are of the pearl-clutching and self-absorbed New York rich liberals sect of American culture.  I like hanging out with this kind of folk simply because they are so smart and so well read.  But as a group they tend toward being hypochondriacs and fretful about the whole mortality thing.  

So, not much to say other than I’m going to spend the day doing some reading on CO2 and trying to get my head around an idea that I just took as a given.  I think right now that folks are shrieking and reacting by just listening to whatever pet “experts” are writing instead of going to the source and thinking for themselves.  I don’t want to be accused of that. 

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Somebody stopping by to terrorize the sparrows and finches


I am spending time pondering a lot of things of late.  Luckily, I have never tried to maintain the obligatory optimism that seems to be de rigueur per our corporate masters.  I have always been suspicious of good times and spent time making hay while the sun shines.  Granted, by the standards of my peers, I have been less than successful, but overall, I am not all that discontented.

I think that the society of which I am a part is getting ready to shit itself.  Now, there is a modern word in the new lexicon “sharted”.  This simply defines something that near everyone has experienced in their lives, a fart gone wrong.  It is my opinion that this simple neologism is a close analogy of the process that our society is preparing for.  It ain’t gonna be pretty, but it ain’t gonna the end of the world.  

Dug out some old temperature loggers from the lab.  Trying to calibrate the seed mat and controller combination. Here is the first crack at the process.  Despite all of the “experts” out there who swear by the magic number of 87℉, most of the scholarly articles seem to point out that >90℉ maximizes growth of Rhizopus oligosporus.  Since I am improvising my temperature control, I need to work out the settings of the seed mat and several dish towels that comprise the system.  No there yet, but I am getting closer.  



Poor Ugo

Feb. 16th, 2024 04:54 pm
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Rococo / George Morland/ Outside an Inn, Winter
Rococo / George Morland/ Outside an Inn, Winter

I took a look at the history of yesterday's i ching hexagram and ran across Ugo Bardi's new blog over at substack.  Since I haven't wandered by his place for a while, I googled him and hit the link and lo and behold, I was transported to a shiny new substack page replete with paid subscriptions and a "free" subscription for us low life's that gives us the occasional crumb as a symbol of noblesse oblige.

What made me giggle is the most recent article speaking of the failure of Western Science and pointing out how the "free access publishing" failed in its attempt to salvage the ongoing distrust and serial failures of science in my short lifetime.  It looks as though he might be a scion on a Florentine banking family who branched out into Physical Chemistry and is a member of the club of Rome.  I tend not to believe in the Illuminati/radiance, but if such a thing existed, suspecting him would probably be de rigueur.

In a way, I think that I will keep track of Ugo as I work on the re-write.  In a sense, he is looking to be a great example of one of the "bad guy" illuminati/radiance crowd that is a character in the Haliverse.

So today was spent reading about the location of Irem.  From my read, the most likely location is Southern Sudan, since it is a subject for debate and my story is fictional, I can just say that is where it is.  Ah, the omniscience of the writer of fiction.

So what I am working on now is background.  According to the Halverse dogma, the gods got chained up with the final destruction of the temple or Irem.  But Greer tied it in with Plutarch's bit about the silence of the oracles.  Greer also implied that there were other temples that got offed first, the temple where Carl, James, and Evan first saw the floor mirrors is one of the "other" temple that got destroyed before Irem.

Outsourcing

Nov. 4th, 2022 08:48 am
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Rococo / Hubert Robert/ The Old Bridge


Whew.  I didn’t realize that writing about writing would constitute such a foofarah.  But I suppose that my apparently shit-stirring post yesterday about JMG actually gives me greater respect for his work ethic than I had before.  

Now, don’t take this wrong, but one of the reasons that I moved here to Dreamwidth was to cut down on the trollage that was occurring at my old place.  Worked like a champ.  My comment section became a manageable tiny number and I could cruise along writing screed to my heart's content and no one really noticed.  

I write because I get a little mentally/emotionally constipated when I don’t.  I don’t write for money, I write because I like to write.  JMG has chosen a different path.  I strongly believe, and I think that he has admitted it, that he writes for the money.  I am not judging this.  I send him some coins every month to have him do this.  He is a crackerjack writer who a lot of the time writes about things that I find interesting and important.  If you read this, I think you should hit his tip jar and thank him for his work

But, all that being said, it doesn’t mean that I always agree with the guy.  But, if you folks and I were to sit down and have far ranging discussions about anything, we would probably have disagreements as well.  

Nope, I still posit that JMG’s most recent post over at his main blog is appropriate for an established writer of proven talent (read here: JMG).  But the simple fact here is that he seems to want a larger section of the pie (and I do agree with him that he should have it) and is trying to cut a deal with a more amenable firm to provide the physical plant and expertise that lets him get paid his due.  I hope he can pull it off.

But, I am stating two things out loud here:

The first is that writing is an art and there is a vanishingly small number of folks out there who are good artists.

Second is that the act of publishing itself is demonstrably a case of intermediation and like all examples of that business model, it will be fading away or changing.  

I don’t know the answer yet, but when I read the comments over at his place, what I see is folks who are thinking he is telling them how they can be published.  What I see is him trying to figure out how he can continue his career and keep getting paid enough to keep the lights on.

My five bucks a month might not be enough to allow this.

I’ll ponder this some more.  Not certain that there is an answer anyone will like.

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Sorry, but it is true.  I have been using this as my concordance for the interplay between the I Ching and the Tao Te Ching for years now.  I think that it has worked for me so far.  If it doesn't meet the smell test of self-proclaimed sages, well, all I can say is that it works for me

 
I Ching HexagramTao Te Ching Chapters ATao Te Ching
Chapters B
118
229
3310
4411
5512
6613
7714
8 15
9 16
10 17
11 18
12 19
13 20
14 21
15 22
16 23
17 24
18 25
19 26
20 27
21 28
22 29
23 30
24 31
25 32
26 33
27 34
28 35
29 36
30 37
313848
323949
334050
344151
354252
364353
374454
384555
394656
404757
414858
424959
435060
445161
455262
465363
475464
48 65
49 66
50 67
51 68
52 69
53 70
54 71
55 72
56 73
57 74
58 75
59 76
60 77
61 78
62 79
63 80
64 81

Dragging

Oct. 14th, 2021 05:52 am
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Post-Impressionism / Pierre Bonnard/ View from the Artist's Studio


Running around and doing errands exhausts me.  I had trouble finding the motivation to get out of bed.  Now I am dredging around for something to write about.  Looks to be another fail.  I don’t want to head over to the dark side of the internet to see what shit is breaking loose today.  In other words, this is it for the day.  Hope things are better at the other end of this stream of inconvenienced electrons.

overshoot

Jul. 21st, 2021 06:15 am
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Modernismo / Pedro Figari/ Vieja Estancia


Today’s pondering is about long-term.  I suppose that it is kinda useless, since most of the things that happen in the long-term won’t have any effect on my residual dissociated atoms.

Been pondering the weather, and the simple fact that I have been saying that things are going to hell for quite some time now.  Now, it appears to me that the weather (or for those of you hoity-toities out there, the Climate) is a changing.  I have a sneaking hunch that the predictions of those damn weathermen (meteorologists) are pretty accurate and bear looking at.  

But what makes this critical fact useless?  The simple fact is that by the time it starts getting serious traction and the attendant droughts and failed harvests come to pass, I will be fertilizer.  

Now, being of a guilt-ridden personality type, I want to feel bad about the whole thing and assume blame.  Which doesn’t make sense at all.  I am 1/7,880,813,864ths of the current world problem.  0.0000000126% of the problem.  Lets say that us ‘Murcans are ten times worse than anyone else.  Well, then I am 0.000000126% of the problem.

The real problem is that we are well into overshoot.  I am part of the overshoot.  Oh well, I guess that I will do my part to solve the problem.

No need to rush into it though.

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Edo period (1603–1867) / Yosa Buson/ unknown title


Nothing special to write today.  Decided to read Octavia Butler's "The Parable of the Sower".

Fons

Sep. 25th, 2020 04:52 am
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Been pondering the origin of the loathing of Fuckwad.  Now, some will take umbrage, but I think that the outpouring of pure bile and disgust might well have more to do with the pitcher than the catcher.

Look, I am not arguing that Fuckwad isn't worthy of the scorn, but rather that those who loathe him so vehemently and so constant are seeing something that truly frightens them. 

Trump hatred is primarily concentrated in the educated professional class.  Now, folks kind of want to portray it a cross-class, universal hatred that is only unsubscribed by racists, homophobes, and other such things.  Sorry folks, but that dog won't hunt.  Granted, major sections of the lower class dislikes him, but it isn't all that heartfelt of that passionate.  At best, it seems that all they can do is to work up a mild distaste. 

Nope, true and strong Trump hatred is found in what the Romans used to refer to as Homo Novus.  These are the folks from what used to be the middle class (when it was still a "working" class that did all the right things and went to college and "moved up" into the "professional" class.  They went to college and bought themselves shiny new degrees and shiny new personae which best suited the Kabuki theatre that was the Amercan corporate structure of the time.  This was referred to as the "American Dream".

But then it all went wrong.  Didn't start with fuckwad, nope, he was just the first harbinger of the failure of the model that they worshiped so fervently.  By vastly overemphasizing the value of the educated class and strip mining the processes and infrastructure that allowed a working class to exist, the natural thing was that the wealth disparity between the classes became the mess that it now. (80% struggling/20% "professional and above) and the rigors of the "once-known-as-working-class" brought us to the path we are on.

So, we have an oversized and pampered professional class and a huge and struggling working class.  The professionals think that since they "earned" their largesse, it is their by right.  In fact, it was a wealth transfer pure and simple.  And the professionals feel that their unearned and oversized rewards are theirs by right.  The working class didn't suck dick for good grades like they did so the working class can rot if they think that they are going to give up one shred of what the professional considers their share of the loot.

That is seedbed where the hatred of Donald Trump took root.  Donny boy is a rich kid.  But he doesn't act like the other rich kids or worship at the shibboleths that the professional class worship.  He ran a campaign listening to "Those People" and his hotels and his businesses and his demeanor reflect a less than strict adherence to the poses and the pretensions of the professionals.

In other words, he reminds them of their past and where they came from. 

Look, the professional class is remarkably parochial.  They run from a status based pecking order and feel that everyone outside of their little realms are servants and should recognize their roles as such.Either that or they are customers who need to be harvested for the $$ that give the professionals life meaning. 

Donny violated the code.  He pulled aside the curtain where all of us come from.  As a people, we American aren't classy.  We tend toward being rude and boorish.  We eat too much, we drink too much, we fight too much.  When you go to college and get a little polish and move into an overpaid and pampered elite, you want to forget that little truth and pretend you are living in some Victorian novel with servants and drama and tasteful home decor. 

Donny is hated by the elite because he reminds them that the party is coming to an end.

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Slept in until 08:00 today.  That hasn't happened for a long while.  I am in no way complaining.  I did a minor pick-up in the kitchen and put the beans in the slow cooker.  Now I am reading the news, seeing that nothing of substance has happened in this lovely solstice day.

Will head over to Vantucky later today to do my shopping for the upcoming Saturnalia.  It isn't going to be all that hohoho this year.  Small presents and hugs are what I have on offer.  I am thinking that my big mental celebration will be tonight, when the road to spring starts going downhill.


Screed:

It seems to me that everyone is telling me that everything is fine.  Now granted, the Demo's do qualify the statement with "everything is fine as soon as we get rid of Donny-boy".  Donny boy is telling us just how good we are doing if the Dems would just get off his back.  I am coming to believe that the Republicans would just like to get back to the business of looting the country behind the scenes.

But I sense something out there getting ready to go wrong in a bad way.  I have been leery of the American economy since 2008, when the fix was roughly akin to throwing a piece of plywood over the hole in the road and putting up a couple of traffic cones around it. 

Nope, I am hoping that I am wrong, but I don't think that 2020 is going to be a year that we will remember fondly.  Something large and unfriendly is circling below the lifeboat.  I think that it looks hungry. 

I am kinda thinking that as a country, we are just trying to keep up appearances.  Like your broke uncle who still wears his Rolex and three-piece to the family reunion. 

Right now I am looking at the Repo market in treasuries and while doing so I am getting quite nauseous.  On has to remember that I bailed out of private industry twelve years ago and became a low-level bureaucrat for the security of the damn thing.  I plug away 15% of my income and have a smallish nest egg built up for my retirement.  But when one looks at the US treasury market, thing just aren't looking that good.  Matter of fact, I think that things look just plain bad.  There is 4.5 or so trillion dollars in US Treasuries that will need to be rolled over in 2020.  Since The fed monetized over 50% of bonds in the last couple of months, that just doesn't bode well.

I am trying to figure out a way to stay low and ride out what looks to be a bad storm.

Because right now, I can only pray that my string of wrong conclusions and incorrect analysis continues.


Struggles

Aug. 29th, 2019 05:59 am
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 Jean Francois Millet:  Harvester's RestingPr

The struggle is real.  I barely got through yesterday and was just tired and disgusted the entire day.  Dog Days Indeed.  I hope that this nonsense stops soon and I can get back to a reasonable attitude.

It isn't looking like screed is not forthcoming today.  I do attempt to write thought out pieces with a soupçon of wit, but this seems to be beyond my means today, and the last thing that anyone needs it another patronizing and moralizing lecture from a grumpy old man.

Thunder bumpers last night, while they woke me up they also made me smile.  One of the reasons that I consider somewhere else is the almost invariable mildness of Oregon.  Sometime I think that I tire of the land of the lotus eaters

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So I am thinking about just getting rid of the pictures and art for a while.  Can't really say why, just doesn't particularly appeal to me right now. 

It was a lazy, lazy weekend.  So lazy that I am now kinda bored.  I did do some getting out, but not nearly enough.  Read some of John Michael's new tentacle-trash which cheered me up immensely, but I have decided that he shouldn't really write love scenes.  I don't mind the cross-pollination aspect of it or anything like that, but he doesn't really describe it that well. 


Today's screed:

I am getting more and more concerned/nervous/paranoid about what is going on in the world.  I talk with friends and the first thing that flies out of their mouth is a stream of venom directed toward the cheeto-head.   I think that the guy is a clown, but the situations that are facing him are not "winnable". and he represents a country that has convinced itself that losing is the original sin.

Look, as a country we have gone batshit crazy.  That is the simple truth of the matter.  We have created a insular bubble where false beliefs are the gospel of truth and the simple truths are merely temporary aberrations in the path to our perfection and god-like existence.   I think that the Donald represents the country brilliantly.  The elite love the extra money he shovels their way.  The proles like the loss of the burden of Obamacare and the extra coins coming in from his screwing over the bourgeoisie.  Half of the "booj" (probably the lower half who actually do something) like him because, like Gordon Gecko, he reassures them that their greed and their shallowness are virtues. 

The only folks who really, really hate him are the upper booj.  These are the folks that went to school, bought the bullshit that the "educational" system spawned by the 60's cultural suicide attempt spewed out.  They have created a new set of rules, based on whim and intentionally obscure French philosophers, that don't seem to reflect any common belief of the greater mass of the people, and, through their almost hereditary control of the media, have attempted to fob off on a unthinking populace as the "truth".

Look, we are living in a country that is prepping for a full on culture war.  The government and the business world are built on debt and promises that simply cannot be met.  The corporate structure of America is a pure oligarchy.  The educational system is a train-wreck of trade school thinking, more appropriate to a corporate job training program than to an education. 

Our military-industrial-congressional complex (that is Eisenhower's term, not mine) is completely out of control.

Nope, thinking that the Donald can get us out of this is a fools thought.  Truthfully, when you look at it, the poor sap is just the latest incarnation of Louis XV.

Après moi, le déluge




Initiation

Jun. 16th, 2019 07:05 am
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 Pieter Aertsen:  Market Woman at a Vegetable Stand

Good weekend:  Accomplished stuff and had good "thinks" a going might even branch out and take another "process" on to keep my brain up and running.  No update on this.  As usual, it is a sciencey thing, but I really can't imagine me taking off on an "artsy" or "literature" thing.  Nope you gotta dance with who brung ya.  New beer patch is pitched and ready to get going.  Fully experimental, a bitter with ginger and a little bit of burned.  I am kinda looking forward to it.  Writing this while waiting for the washer (recently endowed with dirty and quarters) to complete it's share of the task.

Todays Screed

Paul calls them chores.  Most people hate them.  I will call them chores because that appeals to the hillbilly redneck roots that are a source of pride.  You know, the same sin that cast Lucifer from heaven.

But truth of the matter, a lot of the problems that we are facing has to do with our socially-induced loathing of these homely tasks.  All the energy usage and the consumerism is bent around the idea of reducing these chores and replacing the time spent with a purchased frippery that usually ends up being cast away for the next flavor of the month. 

Laundry and baking and walking down to the farmers market for vegetable and reading and vacuuming.  Those are what will take my time today.  I will answer some e-mails and toss down a hour or two off billable time.  I think that the change that will need to be made in the psyche of the people is to convince them that this kind of activity is every bit as rewarding as searching for the elusive "Recreation" and "Happiness" so assiduously peddled by our corporate overlords.  

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 Henri Catargi:  Landscape

Heading for a low-key outing of desserts and port with the FamDamily.  Today is going to be a true rest day as there is a possibility that yesterday's activities may have strained me a touch.  I think that I will stay pretty damn virtuous for a week or so with maybe a goal of no alcohol until a little closer to fully healed than my present condition.

Today's Screed

Goal:  To start out on the flyover journey of the period 1965 to 1975 (hereinafter referred for as 5X5) we have to start out with a look at the military, it's goals, it's capabilities, and it's place in the complex and contradictory structure called American society.  

You have to look at 5X5 as a culmination of a brilliant plan to allow for full employment, to enhance export policy, to corner world monetary policy, and to overuse of what seemed at the time a inexhaustible resource.  

Wall Street had puked it guts ten years before out with the ongoing Ponzi scheme that is at the heart of American capitalism and we were prepping for what looked to be a pretty impressive relapse.  So, when the Jerries started doing their sturm und drang (an activity that they used to be damn good at:  This should be taken into consideration when asking our "allies" to shoulder more of the military load).

We started out slow, just selling stuff to the Brits who were having a spot of bother with those pesky Jerries.  The French had already rolled over and were trying to come up with the mythology needed to explain away the not-quite-wholehearted cooperation that ground-truthing showed to be the case.  

So when the Japanese took the sensible approach of attacking an opponent with 20X their industrial capacity and three times their population, we decided to go all in.  War on two fronts.  We fought in the Pacific and we sold shit to the euro's to pay for the war and to build up our industrial base.  Made quite a tidy dime on those transactions thank you very much.

So, we chose to make war using oil as our primary weapon.  We sold shit to the folks doing the heavy lifting and the bulk of the fighting and pieced together an army/air force to go in for the third quarter.  The navy was in place, and the Japs did us the kindness of sinking a lot of the obsolete trash that littered the fleet.  

So started the journey of 5X5

Structure

Mar. 3rd, 2019 07:08 am
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 Mustafa Duzgunman: Battal Ebru

Ahh, the I Ching.  I have been doing this for years now.  I have gotten over the puerile idea of it is going to give me concrete answers to specific questions.  Nope, that is when the whole deal tips over into religion and then the moneychangers start showing up.

My question every day is "what is the plan for today"?  I don't expect anything but advice on timing and maybe a hint if I might be heading the wrong way.  Pretty nebulous stuff.  Today is a particular case in point.  Got me a Hexagram 1.  This one here is the big dog that everyone likes drawing.  Six light lines, the world is going the way that it should.  Six dragons ready to take me where I want to go.

But no......wait....Nine at the bottom.  Hidden Dragon.  Hold your horses says the oracle, you are gonna get what you want, but you have to wait.  This appears to be the story of my life.


 
 
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Felix Valloton: The Church of the Souain in sihlouette

So yesterday, I began the discussion of the Prole. 

Leaving aside the creative minority/dominant minority question for right now, let's take a look at the masses that constitute the bulk of our society.  Historically, these have been perjoratively referred to as the "Proletariat".  I don't see any reason to change that for this discussion.

Here in the land of the free, the word proletariat is incredibly loaded.  The astounding success of the demonization campaign against socialism/communism by the ruling elites has been successsful beyond any rational expectation.  But there are still proles, aggressively and with multiple trademarks, they have been re-branded.

I want to talk now about the internal proletariat.  In my mind, these consist of the "deplorables".  Now, the MAGA folks want to label them with a more positive spin, but I don't think that their PR department has hit upon a suitable buzzword yet, but they are most certainly working on it.

The internal proletariat is probably pretty heavily canted toward the white.  It really is the direct descendant of the white lower class that actually did the physical work building the infrastructure of the country.  It provided the bulk of the manpower for the mass wars of the twentieth century.  Now, it does have a heavy sprinkling of ethnic minorities, but these are usually transition folks, third or fourth generation immigrants with a heavier sprinkling of the American Dream.

Whether or not it is in decline is what is in question, My guess that the Republican see it as valuable and direct their recruiting and PR campaigns toward the shibboleths that this group of folks worship.  It isn't that the Republican party gives anything resembling a shit about these folks as individuals, but the Republicans see these as the fields that they harvest using their vote gathering machinery.

In a way, the Republicans, through that fuckhead Mitt Romney, kind of helped to define this group in a negative fashion.  47%.  With his sneering bragaddocio (he is the fuckhead of fuckheads, a true poster child for the elites of the Republican party), he painted the other side of the proletariat line: the idea of the internal proletariat as white boys who knew their place. 

The strengths of the internal proletariat are:
  • They are heavily armed
  • Quite a few of them have had formal combat training
  • If they feel it can behoove them, they can work hard
  • They tend to be pretty inclusive if anyone makes even a minor effort to be a little like them.
The weaknesses of the internal proletariat are:
  • They are feeling oppressed and are beginning to lash out blindly.
  • They tend to cast things in a religious light (heavily Christian)
  • They usually aren't that well educated, so their intelligence (and they are as smart as any group) is somewhat constrained by folk wisdom. 
So:  this is one side of the prole equation.  This is the sword taken up by the Republicans.

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