Friday, February 17, 2017

CHURCH POLICY at the ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION AGENCY

The Senate has confirmed Trump's choice of Scott Pruitt as administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency.
What do Trump, Pruitt, and the John Birch Society have in common? A lot, it turns out.

Much of the logic used by climate change deniers follows a pattern also used by Evangelical Christians and "Creation Scientists," and those appear to have originated with the radically right John Birch Society.

You've heard of creation scientists, surely. They are the people who claim to use science to prove a model of an earth that is only five thousand years old, and in those five millennia, for example, humans were contemporaneous with dinosaurs. Some creation scientists also believe that the world is flat, and that the moon landings were cinematic productions staged by NASA in an abandoned warehouse somewhere.

The primary characteristic shared by creation scientists and climate change deniers is a particularly militant form of wishful thinking. That is, my beliefs are cast in bedrock certainty, so any science that contradicts them is not only false but suspect. Oftentimes these falsehoods are explained as conspiracies, which is a methodology that dates all the way back to the John Birch Society, an organization for which KKK members hung up their sheets and put on business suits. The John Birch Society invented many of the techniques for denying inconvenient truths that conflict with beliefs carved in stone. The concept of fake news as a way of dismissing inconvenient truths began with the Birchers, and they were always quick to add that Walter Cronkite's name came from the German krankheit, meaning sickness. Apparently these homonyms served as proof of some conspiracy to hoodwink the public.

Speaking of significant homonyms, the commonly used short name for the Society is (or was) Birchers, and I always found the near homonyms of Birchers and Birthers to be an interesting coincidence if not an outright name tag to say, "We're still here."

A lot of the nonsensical extremism was tamed out of the conservative movement by William F Buckley, who took a very rational, educated, and level-headed view of the issues, which he discussed in his magazine, The National Review, on his PBS talk show, Firing Line, and in numerous books. Buckley, who had a Yale education and a distinctively Yankee accent fired by a blast furnace intellect, was inaccessible to those whose intellect does not and cannot extend far beyond wishful thinking. In the South, where the poorest, least educated, and most openly racist states congregate, wishes rise over reality, and a passion for a tough love Messianic politician who will exorcise America's demons. Tyrants depend upon internal enemies for scapegoats—Hitler's Jews, for example. The great leader will name the enemy responsible for all our problems and circumscribe him. The leader will restore a Great Nation that, rather like a Brigadoon, is hopelessly buried in a mythical past. The South loves the great leader, but they also protest vociferously against his opposition, The irony lies in the opposition's bearing policies from which they would most benefit, but down South they paradoxically support the policies of the rich at the expense of the poor.

Trump's use of many of the tactics that originated with the John Birch Society suggests that, yes, indeed, they're still here. Claims of fake news, a vast Weltanschauung constructed wholly of conspiracy theories, lies contrived from spontaneously manufactured factoids, the ever-present undercurrent of hate and anger, the exclusive white male power enclave, and the ascendancy of belief over truth, all spell out the John Birch Society—or something worse.

Evangelical churches and colleges offering education in creation science form the religious arm of ultra-right culture, and the three branches—fundamentalist churches, their colleges, and ultra-right wing political organizations—serve the same segment of the population. So it's really quite sad that Scott Pruitt, Oklahoma's attorney general and an Evangelical Christian and Creationist has been confirmed by the Senate as the administrator of the Environmental Protection Agency. He will serve as a curator of the agency's assets while the Trump administration dismantles the agency. Industry will soon be free to pollute for profit. Trump has already signed executive orders to begin the dismantling, but Congress will have some say in the matter.

Conservatism is really a populist rhetoric to gain public support for policies that benefit only extremely wealthy people. Even before the world falls apart, most jobs will be automated, so unemployment will be massive, but the rich will enjoy higher profits than ever before because they no longer pay the wages that were once their biggest expense. But behind unemployment and hunger looms the spirit of revolution.

The poverty documented in mid-19th-century novels like Les Miserables, David Copperfield, and Crime and Punishment explains why Marx, who was writing at the same time, believed that a workers' revolution was inevitable. But for liberal reforms like those of the Fabian Society in Britain, Marx may have been right about historical inevitability. The Czar and his wife were so out of touch with the reality outside palace walls that they took no preventive measures except to send brigades of soldiers with bayonets into crowds of hungry protesters, so the revolution was indeed inevitable in Russia. And maybe as automation drives unemployment insufferably high in the US, the rich might throw out a sop of guaranteed basic income lest they suffer similar consequences.

However, once the climate becomes unbearably hot, the rich will still afford their air conditioning. Once food becomes so scarce that we either fight with the gang controlling the local supermarket or starve, they will have larders brimming with food. Once our society at large becomes a post-apocalyptic dog-eat-dog chaos, they will live safely behind unbreachable walls. Governments by, of, and for the rich hasten the day.

Monday, February 6, 2017

Thomas More & Donald Trump


The current situation, with Trump's selective ban on immigration, the courts' overturning the ban, and Trump's subsequent whining and name-calling ("so-called judge") reflects an ignorance of law that is disturbing in a president. What we have seen  recently is an example of the Checks & Balances that the writers of the Constitution provided for presidents like Trump who would overstep their authority. Instead of celebrating the working of the Constitution, Trump has thrown yet another tantrum.

I'm reminded of this scene in Robert Bolt's A Man for All Seasons, which as a play won a Tony Award for Best Play in 1962. As a film in 1966 it swept the Academy Awards: Best Screenplay; Best Cinematography; Best Costume Design; Best Actor for Paul Scofield, who played Thomas More; Best Director for Fred Zinneman; and Best Picture.

The scene I'm thinking of features some snappy Socratic dialog between More, who was Henry VIII's chancellor who famously refused to sign the paper that granted Henry's divorce, and William Roper, More's politically ambitious son-in-law. Roper, like Trump, would cast the law aside to suit his own political agenda, but More has a wiser and deeper respect for the law:

MORE: And go he should, if he was the Devil himself, until he broke the law!

ROPER: So now you'd give the Devil benefit of law!

MORE: Yes. What would you do? Cut a great road through the law to get after the Devil?

ROPER: I'd cut down every law in England to do that!

MORE (Roused and excited): Oh? (Advances on ROPER) And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned round on you-where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat? (He leaves him) This country's planted thick with laws from coast to coast-man's laws, not God's-and if you cut them down-and you're just the man to do it-d'you really think you could stand upright in the winds that would blow then? (Quietly) Yes, I'd give the Devil benefit of law, for my own safety's sake.

—Thomas More in Robert Bolt's A Man for All Seasons.


Thursday, February 2, 2017

Singer-Songwriter Kat McDowell's Promising Tenth-Year Album

Kat has made thank-you photos for all of her album supporters.

Singer-Songwriter Kat McDowell has started the Kickstarter campaign that will underwrite her fourth full album since her first CD came out ten years ago, in 2007. The New Zealander with Japanese ancestry has settled in Los Angeles, but her linguistic fluency affords her an international audience in both the English- and Japanese-speaking corners of the world. Spiritually her scope reaches out to the entire cosmos.

We live in an age when so much hurt, greed, and pain yield so much anger and conflict—recently the din reaches an intolerable pitch—so it's a delight to find someone who bucks the trend and describes her music as "songs of healing & hope." Instrumentally, Kat's music is upbeat, danceable, and happy, and her lyrics are full of hope, encouragement, and happiness!

Kat's YouTube channel offers up a cornucopia of upbeat original songs in a powerfully uplifting style she calls positive ocean pop, but she also covers songs like this tune from Hayao Miyazaki's Studio Ghibli film, Kiki's Delivery Service. Kat sings duets with numerous talented people. She more-or-less improvised this fun song about boba tea (featuring my favorite cooking YouTuber), and, with Megan Lee, even recorded this lovely and reverent Christmas song. Her advice videos and vlogs span themes both musical and general, some European travelogue brimming with wanderlust, and way cool photojournalistic event coverage of things like a costume contest at Santa Monica Beach and the FujiRock Festival.

Kat brings a lot to the table, and her videos make clearly evident the amazing musical and emotional growth she has enjoyed in LA. This next CD will let her fans and followers catch up with all that ongoing evolution. Those of us familiar with her music, whether through her CDs or her YouTube channel, know we have a lot to look forward to a new album from this great and loving musician. I can't wait!


Friday, January 13, 2017

Olé Olé Olé!: A Trip Across Latin America

This combination documentary and concert movie shows the Rolling Stones on their 2016 tour through Latin America. The social and political oppression that has been the lot of Latin America ever since the Monroe Doctrine drove the youth of the 1950s, '60s, and '70s underground, and the Stones ouvre provided a multi-album anthem for this resistance. While matronly Argentinians idolized Evita Perón, the youth of the nation hung on to every scratched, contraband Stones record, every thread of frazzled T-shirt, every move stolen from Jagger's onstage hyperkinetic performance. The Stones provided symbols of resistance in a period when merely being young and autonomous was a crime. So this film fascinates not only with its breadth but with the depth of the fans' love, particularly in Argentina. The Argentine concert footage shows the Stones united in one great celebratory mass with a stadium-full of fans. Sure, the band knows how to rock a stadium, but the unity of band and adoring fans is enough to bring a poor boy to tears.

Olé Olé Olé!: A Trip Across Latin America, after a one-night appearance in theaters across the US, premieres this Sunday, 15 January 2017, at 10pm ET on STARZ.


Monday, November 21, 2016

VLOGs Dropping Like Flies

This is a screenshot from Feedly, which is a handy piece of software that puts in one place descriptive links to things I follow. The striking thing about this page from Feedly's video page is that two vloggers (video bloggers, or video diarists if you like) are coincidentally announcing they're giving up the business, and a third is announcing his wife just delivered a baby, but, giddy from the excitement, he doesn't seem to have realized that the new baby will rearrange his life dramatically.

The most dramatic change documented here is Casey Neistat's ending his daily vlog. Casey has 5.7 million followers—a count which has been growing exponentially: he just celebrated four million and without fanfare is three quarters of the way from five to six million. He's the kind of guy who produces a few viral videos every year, and when he does, snippets of those videos go viral on regular television news in the US and Europe. The most recent example was last January when Manhattan was shut down by a winter storm, so Casey, holding high an American flag, accompanied by equally dare-devilish friends, and towed behind his father's four-wheel drive Jeep, went snow skiing through Times Square—footage was everywhere. Casey by nature is a filmmaker, and he's just happened to make YouTube his home for the past few years. Before that it was, along with his brothers and friends, HBO, on which they documented several excursions, not the least of which was a rough trip up Mt Kilimanjaro with minimal equipment and maximum chutzpah. Casey says that he'll still be posting occasionally to YouTube, but it just won't be daily anymore. He says he first has to let go of the current vine on which he's swinging through the jungle before he grabs the next.

Grace Mineta, whose Texan in Tokyo channel has provided great pleasure by illustrating myriad aspects and facets of life in Japan, explains that the number one reason for shutting down regular vlogging is the incompatibility of the YouTuber lifestyle with parenting. She's not a mom yet, but it sounds like she's planning to be in the near future. 

Casey's daughter Francine has been on the fringes of his videos for most of the first two years of her life, but then Casey's not the mom but the dad skateboarding all over lower Manhattan and flying to the rest of the world. So, not the same thing.

2016 was a year of global travel for Mark Wiens. Previously he's traveled mostly in Asia, and even stayed in a hotel in his and his wife's home town of Bangkok as though they were visiting it. First there was a trip to Jordan sponsored by the Jordanian tourism board. Then there was a round-the-world trip sponsored by Star Alliance, a consortium of airlines circumnavigating the globe. 

The videos from that Star Alliance trip are still arriving on YouTube at the rate of two or three per week—one about Portugal is at the top of the screen in the screenshot—even as the occasional still photos from videos yet to come tell us that Mark and his wife Ying are safely back home in Thailand. But the surprise, ironically just above Grace's link in the screenshot, is "Say Hello to Micah Wiens (How I Became a Dad)!" In that video, Mark explains how Ying surprises him with news of her pregnancy in a room in a hotel near the Dead Sea. The pregnancy is concealed through the summer's videos in India, Europe, and New York, so the surprise announcement is a happy shock thrown into the arena populated by all the anonymous followers. The intimacy of YouTube videos create the illusion of friendship for an audience, most of whom will never meet Wiens.

Having a kid changes everything, of course, but life goes on, so I imagine Mark will find a way to keep producing videos even as he puts on the new hat of fatherhood. I wish Mark luck, and, greedily, I hope his output doesn't slow down. I will miss Casey's and Grace's videos and how they brightened my morning YouTube session, and I do hope they check in with us now and then just to say hello and let us know how their new ventures are going.


Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Intuition

I watched the first few hours of election returns in a movie theater. They projected CNN on the screen, and there was a woman in something like a Wonder Woman costume who occasionally interrupted CNN to say some funny things. Yet early in the evening it became apparent that the election wasn't going the way the Clinton camp wanted, and Wonder Woman disappeared, leaving us with CNN writ large on the big screen.

While I was sitting in the lobby, waiting for the theater to open, a memory flashed explosively into my mind: I suddenly remembered the 1980 election. For months polls, talking heads, pundits, and anchormen had confidently predicted that Jimmy Carter would win the election. Then on election night, much as the dark horse won tonight, state after state fell to the challenger, Ronald Reagan. Many people were shocked and filled with disbelief.

I've written in the past about how I believe that intuition is the voice of a silent parallel consciousness that speaks up on relatively rare instances to deliver a gift wrapped idea, an epiphany, a revelation, an aha! or Eureka moment. And that's what I think happened tonight in the lobby. Where the inputs came from, I don't know, but the output was spot on: it was a surprising upset.

Monday, October 3, 2016

On Waffling

About once a month I delve into the selection of Belgian Waffle cookers on Amazon. Did you know that Belgian waffles are a yeast bread? They rise. That intimidates me a bit because usually I'm in a hurry to break the fast in the morning, but there are simple solutions: for example, the Hobbit solution of First and Second Breakfasts. I have a light breakfast before undertaking an involved cooking project. Lately I like a cup of fruit cocktail dumped atop cottage cheese. I also like breakfast better than any other meal (though I love food so much that dinner is a close second). At any rate, fixing a fancy breakfast of waffles and accompaniments to rival the complexities of any dinner strongly appeals to my epicurean aesthetics.

I'm also daunted by the price of a decent Belgian waffle cooker. I'm looking at the better part of a hundred dollars. I also hesitate to acquire new possessions. The day will come when my mother isn't here to be taken care of anymore. If I inherit half the house, then that will give me a small fixed income. And Social Security kicks in next year (I'm taking it as soon as I can get it). Income is not merely a license to travel, but a way of making the income last because I go to countries where the cost of living is less than in the US. If I teach English in China, then I could save my fixed income while earning my living in Asia. If I travel, I will pack lightly, and I hesitate to compound my possessions with new acquisitions. I have a fantasy of boarding a plane with a toothbrush and my phone.

I hope to travel before (or until) I'm decrepit, so I  have to decide whether to sell my possessions or pay to store them (storage very quickly adds up to more than the stored items are worth). A third option is to acquire some sort of structure that I would live in and store my possessions in that house while I'm traveling. I would come back home to them later. It will be a complicated decision to make, and it's too soon to make it.

So you see, a can of worms lies underneath my waffles. But, yes, real waffles would be infinitely better than the frozen waffles I'm eating now. Frozen waffles are so ersatz, but they are better than the unthinkable life without waffles.

In Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead, a subplot about Christina Applegate's do-nothing stoner brother Kenny (Keith Coogan), tells how he slowly takes an interest in Belgian waffles and redeems himself. It's such a good point: one relatively simple thing like waffles can make a career. I'm sure that inspired a lot of lost kids out there. It inspired me, and I had a career when I saw the movie the first time. Anyway, that left a soft spot in my heart for Belgian waffles.
So every month I spend a few hours browsing Amazon for waffle machines while my mind waffles over an unforeseeable future and the question of whether to buy some kitchen gear that would sanctify certain mornings.
Photo: Belgian waffles cooked in a Krampouz cast-iron waffle iron, in a Montreal restaurant during the gastronomy competition of the Montreal Highlights Festival. Photo by Rivalinb2. Licensed under the Creative CommonsAttribution-Share Alike 3.0