Saturday, June 1, 2013

Heroes Triumphant Return



Yesterday evening, O and I went to the Carlsbad Outlet Mall. We listened to Prairie Home Companion on our way there, as its actually quite a distance from our home in Rancho Bernardo, and we left just before Six PM when Garrison Keeler and Company begin their soothing ah shucks faux huckster intellectual salve session for the American Middle Class miscreants who need to feel reassured that we're in at least some small way superior to people who don’t listen to shows like Prairie Home Companion.

Our target for the evening was the Croc store. O intended to purchase Crocs for her nieces and nephew, to be included in a package that was going out soon to Mongolia. I like Crocs myself. I own two pair, but hope to obtain more in the near future. In fact, if things go as planned, I will be a full blown Croc collector by this time next year. The plastic shoe version of a Philatelist.

We were successful at the Croc store, and, it being kinda late, we decided to get something to eat for dinner. O wanted Japanese food from a chain place called Sai Pan. Calling it a Japanese restaurant would be a bit of a stretch though. Akin to referring to Taco Bell as fine Mexican cuisine. Maybe not quite so bad as that. Taco Bell is really only acceptable when one is nearly insolvent... or drunk... or both. Sai Pan on the other hand it actually quite acceptable. It just has that cookie cutter just-above-fast-food-restaurant feel to it. You’re definitely not thinking, “Boy, I sure do feel like I'm inside a Ryokan in Old Kyoto!”

Anyway, there were a lot of diners in attendance that night. As usual, the Carlsbad Mall felt like a Free Market Festival Day at the United Nations. There are people from every corner of the globe wandering about. Hell, the Public Service Announcements are in both English and Japanese. The first time I heard the promulgation in Japanese, it left me perplexed, simply because there are so many more Spanish speakers in attendance than Japanese speakers. Maybe the Mall is partially owned by savvy Japanese Investors, and thus demands a certain level of recognition, even subtly.

In the restaurant, there was this kid sitting with his parents nearby. He was maybe three at the most. They sat behind us. Every now and again, this boy would laugh out loud a laugh that I absolutely loved. It was a kind of triumphant laugh, a squeaky version no doubt, but hardy nonetheless. It reminded me of a returning, beloved hero, riding into town on a white horse to the cheering and jubilation of the townsfolk. Not a brutal military man, but a romantic movie star-like hero that all women swoon over. I said as much to O, who seemed to agree with me.

Later on, we were walking back through the mall, kind of making our way to a coffee at Starbucks. O stepped into a store while I waited outside. It was getting late and the crowd was thinning out. Suddenly out of nowhere, that same little boy came running up from the other direction, he stopped near me brandishing a new plastic pirate’s sword, purchased from one of the novelty kiosks. He thrust the sword into the air as his mom called to him, and he triumphantly plunged the sword into the scabbard, and the scabbard into his belt, and took off running again. I imagined he was off to a regal reception of adoring admirers somewhere between the Croc store and the food court, grinning triumphantly, declaring: “A-Ha!!’

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Refuse Relocation Engineer Duties Description

I work with methods of segregating discarded tangibles for transportation to central shipping points, for safe transfer to appropriate environmentally contained long term underground storage facilities.

In addition, I employ various methods of containing and chemically sanitizing spontaneous biohazardous emissions that include potentially contagious pathogens and bacteria, including but not limited to, bile saturated rudimentary evacuated comestibles, feculent solids, and uretic fluids. I also contend with illegally discarded post coital latex based reproductive barrier devices, as well as discarded self-contained portable infantile defecation apparatus, and improperly disposed portable small quantity fermented aged hops containment vessels.

I also work extensively with complimentary, consumption neglected, nutritionally questionable foodstuffs distributed within an aggregated collective edification facility.

In other words, a janitor. I’m a elementary school janitor.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

The God Argument: The Case Against Religion and for Humanism

By: A.C. Grayling

Publication Date: March 26th, 2013 

Publisher: Bloomsbury USA

Length: 288 Pages

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Detroit: An American Autopsy

By: Charlie LeDuff

Publication Date: February 7th, 2013

Publisher: Penguin Press HC

Length: 304 Pages

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Saturday, May 18, 2013

Lets Explore Diabetes With Owls

By: David Sedaris 

Publication Date: April 23rd, 2013

Publisher: Little, Brown and Company

Length: 288 Pages

Description:

Another outstanding collection of essays and stories by a master story teller. Sometimes acerbic, often times insightful, and always judgmental and funny, Lets Explore Diabetes With Owls is a totally fun read. David Sedaris delivers once again. Because he is so well received live, one can easily consider him a spoken word performer as well, and as such, highly recommended to indulge in the audio book version of any of his books. He never disappoints.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Schrödinger's cat

Schrödinger's Cat



Schrödinger's cat: a cat, a flask of poison, and a radioactive source are placed in a sealed box. If an internal monitor detects radioactivity (i.e. a single atom decaying), the flask is shattered, releasing the poison that kills the cat. The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics implies that after a while, the cat is simultaneously alive and dead. Yet, when one looks in the box, one sees the cat either alive or dead, not both alive and dead. This poses the question of when exactly quantum superposition ends and reality collapses into one possibility or the other.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Juno


Hera/Juno
Juno (Latin: Iūno) is an ancient Roman goddess, the protector and special counselor of the state. She is a daughter of Saturn and sister (but also the wife) of the chief god Jupiter and the mother of Mars and Vulcan. Juno also looked after the women of Rome.  Her Greek equivalent is Hera. As the patron goddess of Rome and the Roman Empire she was called Regina ("queen") and, together with Jupiter and Minerva, was worshiped as a triad on the Capitol (Juno Capitolina) in Rome.

Juno's own warlike aspect among the Romans is apparent in her attire. She often appeared sitting pictured with a peacock armed and wearing a goatskin cloak. The traditional depiction of this warlike aspect was assimilated from the Greek goddess Athena, whose goatskin was called the 'aegis'.

Juno cursed the Nymph Echo to only repeat as punishment for helping to distract Juno from finding her husband.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Solitude and Value


There is no doubt, for me personally at least, that solitude, or at least occasional periods of solitude, is not only preferable, but an absolute necessity for psychological well being.

Maybe most people, being the social creatures we are, prefer company, even constant company or contact as an indication of a “normal” sociology. But at the same time, there are quite a few of us that recognize a balance of contact and solitude is really the accurate barometer of a healthy individual, and in turn, a happy society.

Being quiet and introspective is the hallmark of many a great human being. Even the very outspoken and public, the celebrity or successful artist, author or musician, who enjoy public notoriety and popularity, have more likely than not spent many an hour alone, perfecting their art: they delve deep into themselves, “following their bliss,” as Joseph Campbell would say, expressing experience through their work, then returning to the marketplace of friends and acquaintances and admirers for communal interaction. Eventually turning inward once again, supported by a dearth of distraction and influence from others.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Buddhism and the Unconscious

By John Stanley and David Loy
"My life is a story of the self-realization of the unconscious." --C.G. Jung
Those who see into the Unconscious have their senses cleansed of defilements, are moving toward Buddha-wisdom, are known to be with Reality, in the Middle Path, in the ultimate truth itself. Those who see into the Unconscious are furnished at once with merits as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. They are able to create all kinds of things and embrace all things within themselves. --Shen-hui (as translated by D.T. Suzuki)

At the end of his life, C.G. Jung dictated to his secretary an extraordinary autobiography, "Memories, Dreams, Reflections," whose first sentence we cite above. Earlier he had observed how human nature resembled the twin sons of Zeus and Leda: "We are that pair of Dioscuri, one of whom is mortal and the other immortal, and who, though always together, can never be made completely one. ... We should prefer to be always 'I' and nothing else." Recent neurological studies into those "twin sons" have been exploring Jung's insight, leading to discoveries that have many important implications, including how we might understand traditional Buddhist teachings today.

Neuropsychology of the Unconscious

Brain research over the last generation has confirmed the difference between the left and right hemispheres of the brain. Our left cerebral hemisphere is the place where language is generated and received. It serves a linguistic consciousness with which we describe and think about the world. On the other side, our silent right brain hemisphere serves an unconscious awareness that cannot be coded in language. Non-verbal contemplative practices -- such as being quietly present in the natural world, "open presence" meditation, tai chi chuan or yoga -- elicit sustained awareness rooted in the unconscious. We are fully aware of what is happening, within and around us. Yet such experiences cannot be put into (or directed by) words because they are served by modules for sensory awareness in the right hemisphere. Focusing attention in the present suspends the usual executive functions of the conscious mind, so that the resources of the unconscious may unfold.

Those resources -- from intuitive reasoning to music, dance, imagery and healing -- are rich indeed. Curiously, unconscious capacities of the right hemisphere are equally essential for praying and a sense of humor. Especially important for our survival and well-being (including our sense of beauty) is the capacity of the right hemisphere to 'read' and delight in the textures and patterns of the natural world. This predilection, which the late Theodore Roszak called the ecological unconscious, reflects our ancestry as hunter-gatherers, which remains an important part of our evolutionary heritage.

What Is the Buddhist Model of the Unconscious?

Vasubandhu (fourth century C.E.) was one of the six great commentators on the Buddha's teachings, and co-founder of the Yogacara school. This major influence on the later Buddhist traditions of Zen, Dzogchen and Mahamudra describes eight types of consciousness. The first five are those of the eye, ear, body, nose and tongue, the sensory inputs to our neuro-linguistic "map of the world." The sixth, called citta in Sanskrit, is the conceptualizing mind.

The seventh type of consciousness (manas in Sanskrit) is described by Zen master Thich Nhat Hanh: "It is the number one discriminator, whose speciality is to say 'This is me. This is mine. This is not mine.' It creates belief in a self and distinguishes self from other." Manas usually keeps a tight grip upon the eighth type, alaya (the All-base or Storehouse consciousness). A key feature of the alaya is that it stores seeds of delusion and habitual reactive tendencies, which can manifest dynamically in manas consciousness. In contemporary terms, we could describe manas as the "self-module" and alaya as the unconscious mind.

Buddhism describes a pathway of self-transformation, which includes an awakening to our true nature. Thich Nhat Hanh describes this as follows: "Manas loses its grip on the store consciousness, and the store consciousness becomes the Wisdom of the Great Mirror that reflects everything in the universe." As Tang dynasty Zen master Shen-hui put it: Those who see into the Unconscious have their senses cleansed of defilements, are moving towards Buddha-wisdom, are known to be with Reality and are in the Middle Path, in the ultimate truth itself.

The 'Enormous Spiritual Task'

Jung believed that we are a very young species, with an inflated sense of our own importance -- and now experiencing the limits of our present evolutionary path, unable to evolve further through (linguistic) consciousness alone. He concluded: "The discovery of the unconscious means an enormous spiritual task, which must be accomplished if we wish to preserve our civilization" (Letters I, 537).

Preserving civilization -- indeed, our own species -- has become the most pressing issue of the 21st century. Our technological powers and enormous population have made us the dominant animal, putting the thermostat of the Earth in our hands. Yet we seem unable to take responsibility for the situation we have created, and gamble distractedly with the future of life on Earth. Are we really a unique biological exception to the laws of nature? In his powerful new book "The Social Conquest of Earth," the distinguished biologist Edward O. Wilson describes ours as a "Star Wars civilization with Stone Age emotions," in global denial as we lay waste to the biosphere. If we continue our present course, he anticipates that half of the Earth's plant and animal species will become extinct by the end of this century or soon thereafter.

Does Wilson's observation point to a spiritual identity crisis? What kind of breakthrough might guide the collective healing of our relationship with the Earth? Einstein remarked that a problem cannot be solved at the level at which it was created. He described the rational mind as a faithful servant and the intuitive mind as a sacred gift. The servant as ruler has brought our species to this juncture -- and reconfiguring its relationship to the intuitive unconscious mind seems to have become a condition of our survival.

Of course, we need the faithful servant going forward, and for numerous crucial tasks. Two of the highest importance are distinguishing scientific facts about ecology and climate from the propaganda of deceit and denial; and implementing breakthrough technologies for clean, renewable and efficient energy. But linguistic, mathematical and technological consciousness, no matter how dynamic their productions, need to be rooted in the guidance of unconscious awareness. In Buddhist terms, the alaya needs to be liberated from manas. The bigger picture requires the whole mind.

Through individual and collective belief in a narrow self-concept generated by the linguistic left brain, we have developed an unsustainable planetary culture preoccupied with dominating and exploiting the rest of the biosphere. That map of "progress" no longer corresponds to the territory we are in. Indeed, we have driven ourselves into a wasteland, where the signs proclaim an evolutionary dead-end.

We cannot think our way out of this with linguistic consciousness alone. We must turn to the creative and ecological unconscious of the right hemisphere to generate the paradigm shift we need to survive and thrive as a species.

John Stanley and David Loy are part of the Ecobuddhism Project.