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May. 15th, 2023 08:10 am
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I always hated the way that the press adopted the phrase “the perfect storm”.  Thank god they have gotten over that to a degree.  Oh granted, it is still trotted out now and again, but as it is timeworn and not fashionable, I at least don’t have to hear it as often as I used to.

I think that folks who listen to the mass media are anticipating a massive failure.  I am coming to the conclusion that they are kinda hoping for it.  I don’t get this, if there is a massive failure, there are lots of folks out there who won’t make it through to the other side.  From the way that it looks from this side of the monkey house, the folks who are most hoping for an apocalypse seem to be the least likely to survive it.

I suppose that I don’t really see a complete breakdown coming.  Even if it does go to shit, unless someone pushes a red button (I give this a negligible <1% chance), what we are looking at is a long term slide down a slope to having less than we have now.

I am guessing that we will be coming up on a quick drop in the not-too-distant future that will get our attention and force us into beginning some of the out of date ideas that have been slathered onto our psyche by the past thirty years.  This is going to be quite traumatic as most of this useless superstructure of out of date thinking appeals to one’s amour-propre.  In a nutshell, this brazen prediction brings me to someone who I usually disagree with, but Rousseau had a not- completely terrible way of looking at the world:

  1.  According to Rousseau, the difference between the two is that amour-propre assumes that self-esteem can only be found by gaining the approval of others, whereas amour de soi involves one's feelings for oneself alone, without any intervening concerns about how one is seen by others. According to Rousseau, amour de soi is more primitive and is compatible with wholeness and happiness, while amour-propre is a form of self-love that arose only with the appearance of society and individuals' consequent ability to compare themselves with one another. 

WIKIPEDIA

I suppose that is my old man grumbling about the way that the media and advertising have managed to insinuate themselves into every aspect of our society.  What we will need to drop is the encrustations of ersatz wealth that we have come to see as our due.

Myself, I don’t see a great deal of problem with this.  But I have never been a “keep up with the Joneses' kinda guy, which may have been one of the sources of contention in my two failed marriages.  But there are a lot of folks here in the land o’ the free whose lives are completely caught up in that particular desire.  But there will be consequences to holding onto that squirrel cage.  I think that we are on the ramp to those consequences.

But there will be ongoing effects of this over time, and a not-quite-conflict between the folks who, out of necessity, are going to have to simplify their lives and the low-grade predators whose sustenance and place in the pecking order need them to buy more than they need.  That is where we are right now, a superstructure of unnecessary things that provide a sense of amour-propre to the masses but also are increasingly being recognized for the fripperies that they are.

What I see ahead of us as the defining thrust of the times of suckage is the painful and slow process of re-evaluating individual needs and integrating those needs into an affordable and sustainable lifestyle.

Now, here is where it gets dicey and I depart from the madness of the crowd.  Actual needs and the accouterments of impressing the neighbors will not be a democratic function.  Some folks will maintain the current excessive lifestyle because they can.  But I see that as a transient thing, not because the wealth distribution will change quickly, but because as a steadily increasing number of folks have to discard their status symbols, they will become progressively more surly toward those who flaunt their wealth.

Add to this the folks who had aspirations toward the wealth and status goal seeing that possibility recede into the “not-gonna-happen”.  That is going to engender a lot of anger to complement the anger of the folks going down the ladder.  

I suppose that we will work out a way to navigate the upcoming decline.  I am even thinking that the decline won’t turn into a fall.  Lives will still be pretty good and the anger will settle down after a while.  We will probably make a couple of wrong decisions and there will be some localized torches and pitchforks, but they too will pass.  

If you have been patient and have read to this point of this ramble, you might be wondering when I will deliver the poignant solution to the woes that we face.  Well buckaroo, nothing could be further from the truth.  I am just telling you that believing that things will change from the downhill grade to the uphill ain’t in the cards.  You will have to create a life built around what is really possible instead of a dream that someone else is selling.

And what is probably going to annoy you is that it won’t be all that hard.

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Symbolism / Gustav Klimt/ The Three Ages of Woman


“We are in the process of creating what deserves to be called the idiot culture. Not an idiot sub-culture, which every society has bubbling beneath the surface and which can provide harmless fun; but the culture itself. For the first time, the weird and the stupid and the coarse are becoming our cultural norm, even our cultural ideal.”

Carl Bernstein

Don’t wanna be an American idiot,

One nation controlled by the media;

Information age of hysteria…

Green Day, from “American Idiot

Going through a phase of a touch of hoarding/prepping.  The biggest possibility by far is that we will manage to get through the next bit without getting our hair mussed à la Strangelove.  But the chance that the current administration will fuck things up are getting up into the noticable level and provisions must be made.  No real change to net lifestyle as of yet.  

I think the biggest problem will be in the reaction against our excessive lifestyle becoming less so.  That tends to make the privileged and the unthinking cranky and prone to mischief.  This is what I am trying to avoid.

Screed

My best friends are pretty much a smattering of engineers.  Love them all like brothers.  But due to their training and their life experiences, they tend toward “a” solution to a problem.  I really tend to envy their certainty in their field.  Ike Newton and his minions have spent the intervening 14 generations diligently characterizing the strengths of materials and the math behind vortices and by spending that time have constructed a nearly unassailable edifice of fact.  

This makes a chemist/biologist like your humble correspondent green with envy.  

Organic chemistry and its bastard child molecular biology have nothing like this level of certainty.  Hence the reference to distillation in the title.  The dirty little secret in my time spent plowing the field in this recondite arena has given me the truth that the reactions that we so depend upon are hopelessly contingent.  Most of the time, the reactions like that are our bread and butter work, but the ability to make them work reproducibly involves some kind of purification step that the profession glosses over.  

I remember when I was in school and the U created a degree in “Genetic Engineering”.  At the time I thought that I was going to be admitted to the sanctum sanctorum, but naw, just pretension.

Spending all those years in the quasi-science of molecular biology and then following it up with being a petty bureaucrat taught me more than I ever wanted to know about the definition of contingency.  


Mea Culpa

Jan. 11th, 2022 07:10 am
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Republic of China (1912–1949) / Wu Guanzhong/ Lotus under the sun


I spent some time reading the linked articles in JMG’s piece and wondering aloud (to myself of course, muttering aloud when in the room by yourself is an established old man prerogative).  

It is kinda funny reading bloggers mea culpas, mine included.

I tend to agree with JMG on the other linked articles on this.  The cool kids who have been running this country and screwing the pooch in the process have worn out their credibility.  Now we are seeing folks out there in blogoland backfilling hard about how they weren’t really “at” the party, they just stopped by to see what was happening and toss back a beer.  They were planning to leave as soon as they finished this beer.  Honest officer!

The PMC (Professional/Managerial Class) that has spent the last forty years organizing their class structure.  The sad part is that the structure doesn’t see anyone but them and the rich kids who use them as a sad example of a posse.  Now the structure is showing itself as an especially odd form of colonialism.  The PMC is trying to whitewash the idea that this wasn’t deliberate and is churning out explanations concerning how this self-aggrandizement really benefits everyone if folks would just see things their way and do what they are told. 

But the other kids are kinda fed up with the nonsense.  Should you wish, I will re-write my analogy of American decline over the past forty years as a high school kegger.  It really speaks to me (obviously, since it is my analogy).

Waitin'

Jun. 2nd, 2020 06:38 am
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That is it right now.  Got some "not in Portland" job apps yesterday.  Those will take a while to pan out if they are fated to come to pass.

Watching the show.

People get very invested in their chosen narratives.

Not a good show.


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Baked bread again.  Made rolls this time.  I am getting closer, but no there yet.  85% is still a solid B, but for important shit like baking one's daily bread, an A is preferable.  I am getting the texture right, now I just have to sort out baking times and hone the process.  Good progress.  

I had the homemade pastrami sampled by the youngest yesterday.  I appears to be a creditable first effort.  I am not taking his word at face value though, as men that age will eat anything.  He did do me the courtesy of dropping off a block of cheese and a dozen eggs and some flour, I am quite grateful.  

I did get out for walkies yesterday.  Even managed to go > 10,000 steps (around 4.5 miles) spread out over the day.  When I am cooped up at home, this will become critical to my sanity.  

Still working on the setup of the new system.  I remember now when I decided to abandon mac and go to windows, then abandon windows and go to linux and the annoyances at the time.  Since current circumstances (dead laptop and epidemic) have driven me back to windows, I have a non-existent learning curve (use it all the time at work) but the ancillary operations like file storage and mail still have some rough edges.  I also have had to work out my texting on the computer (pulse on linux, now messenger on windows)


Screed:

Look:  Here is the truth of the matter.  You can blame who you want, but this whole pandemic thing is just something that we have to deal with and will always have to deal with.  Everyone with a brain in their head knew something like this was going to happen.  All the preparation in the world wouldn't have made a significant difference in the outcome. 

We aren't in charge.

The planet has an agenda of it's own

Grow up.

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Lowish day today.  Gonna button this one up pretty quick.  Pay some bills.  Get some words down.  Not feeling up to any kind of social commentary so it is only blue pixels today.  I am losing interest in my groovy little bar on the corner.  It is rapidly becoming the place to meet for the middle class wanna be bourgeois that infest Portland.  Can't be a part of that. 

Now I will go, but I can't for a moment count it as my favorite place.


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 Futurism / Mario Sironi/ Urban landscape

Got up, got out of bed.  Comb thing pending.  Don't smoke.

Had to wander home last night and stop in for pizza/alcohol.  The holidays kinda sucked this year for everyone I think .  Happy when we go back to the land of lowered expectations.  There was management of the size of presents this year, so that is a good thing.  Jerry Garcia Booblehead, case of ironic Spam, a tool bag, a new flask, and a couple of tools and a tool bag are the memory makers. 

Going to minimize further this weekend.  I think that Sunday will be bottling the beer that has been aging in the closet for the past three months and doing homely little tasks around the house.  If the couple would wander ove this way, I think that I will be passing off the beer production gear to them.  Serious reduction in space costs. 


Screed


I kinda think that Francis Fukuyama is the poster child for where my generation went wrong and got us into the pickle we are in now.  I still remember the heady days of the late 80's and early 90's.  I had the book and read it and was even fatuous enough to agree with it.  I worked through the 90's and early 00's with the idée fixe in place sufficient to not feel any guilt about being the hit man that disassembled three US manufacturers and moved the facilities to Singapore, China, and Thailand.  Made good coin.  Cost around 300 of my countrymen their livelihood. Quite the crisis when I realized what I had done. 

But we are in that pickle.  The world has recovered from the trauma and has moved on with our stuff, but more and more people are realizing that if the factories and the jobs are on their real estate, it really isn't "our stuff" anymore.  Our leaders and business executives want to keep the military up and groomed to take back their shit, but that is looking like a loser's game to me.

Nope, we are now sitting down to our banquet of consequences.  I feel a little bit better prepared for the not quite brave new world we are going into, having made my exit from the grind quite a while ago.  I think that I will put on my obviously defective and poorly operating clairvoyance hat and start making a series of not-correct predictions for the new year.  I haven't done this for a couple of years now, so maybe I have either gotten better at it or realized that not being a prophet is a reward, not a problem.

Hardships

Jun. 17th, 2019 06:07 am
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Gregoire Boonzaier:  'N Paar Ou Skoene

Gotta stay away from the Double Dragon more than I have recently.  Good bars are hard to came by and convenient places to meet friends are a gift.  But such things drain the pocketbook and decrease funding for other things.  Getting ready for the week now, coffee is being consumed, happy lamp is operating and coolness is being blown into the house so that the buttoning up works better.

Today's screed:

I think that one of the biggest mistake that we as a society makes must be the idea that somehow an individual acting in his own self-interest serves the best interests of the society as a whole.  This little bit of nonsense has always been around, but Milty Friedman (that little fucking prick) popularized the idea among a generation of spoiled children in the 70's and 80's (Boomers like me).

This has made us not a nation, but a collection of wannabe plutocrats.  Making a single excuse for any antisocial behavior or untrammeled greed as a mark in the column of the greater good.  The right with its predilection toward Ayn Rand and the left with it's forever-increasing definitions of "identity" are merely the gross symptoms of an idea that we aren't really a nation anymore

Personal freedom is a spice, it isn't the main course.  Laws have always been in place to keep the society they reside in moving in approximately the same direction.  The idea that an an individual makes the best decisions for their life and for the society can be refuted by a moment of self reflection and examining the people around you.

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