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In Nebraska

Spring                                                                   Bee Hiving Moon

We have landed at Mahoney State Park about 10 miles outside Omaha. This is a favorite place of mine to stay since it’s cheap, $60, has a restaurant and the rooms come with balconies overlooking the Platte River.

The drive was uneventful, which is good.  We drove from dry to wet, then wet to dry and back again. That’s the cool, humid east. Soon we’ll be in the arid west where any rain is a blessing.  Fortunately, the Rockies had a great snow pack this year, so problems for some states will diminish.  But not vanish. The drought in the southwest is brutal and continuing.

Kate drove the whole way. It helps her back. She got out and was not in too much pain.

I’m writing this entry on my new Lenovo laptop, the first time in 8 or 9 years that I have not used my netbook.  It ran windows XP and since Microsoft shut down securities releases for XP this month I decided to get a more up to date laptop.  This one runs Windows 8.1. I’m not a touch screen guy but we’re living in a touch screen world now. Fortunately, for those of us retro folk who still use mouse and keyboard, it’s possible to revert to the former connection methods.

I had no trouble getting the wifi connection here and, as I usually do, I have my own keyboard and mouse with me. That makes typing so much easier.

Emergence, Complexity and Augustan Rome

Spring                                                                 Bee Hiving Moon

Two projects are pushing themselves forward, aspects of work already underway.  After reading a recent batch of articles arguing against a crass materialism and insisting on looking at the world not only through reductionist goggles, I have decided now is a good time to reimmerse myself in the world of emergence.  Emergence is a concept that identifies emergent properties, things not predictable by the sum of a thing or processes immediately preceding a particular phenomena.

(Garni_Gorge Symphony of the Stones carved by Goght River at Garni Gorge in Armenia is an example of an emergent natural structure.)  wiki, emergence

The example that is most familiar to me is culture.  Culture is that society based phenomenon that weaves language, place, kinship, food choice, divisions of work, art, music and play into a whole that shapes the individual, makes them part of something, a culture, larger than themselves.  Culture does not follow from an examination of an individual or even a small group of individuals, it only begins to emerge in a larger group over a period of time.

Another and easier to grasp emergent phenomenon is the transition of a caterpillar to a butterfly.  Am I a butterfly or am I a caterpillar dreaming I’m a butterfly?

This also relates to the complexity movement in science.  Science proceeds by breaking things down to their most basic components, then discerning law-like behaviors.  Physics is the paradigmatic science in this respect.  But there are many phenomena, like emergence, that appear not as things are reduced to their simplest parts, but as things combine to create more and more complex materials and organisms.  Science has historically ignored those areas because they are difficult to quantify and/or difficult to study using usual scientific methods.

I’ve flirted with learning these two areas:  emergence and complexity theory, but have never devoted the necessary time to it.  It’s time.  This fits in my reimagining my faith project.

The second is broadening the scope of my learning about Ovid, his time, the Augustan period, other tellings of the same myths Ovid works with, and Augustan poetry more generally.  This is in service of the commentary/translation I plan to begin in earnest after this growing season ends and of a big novel still forming itself.

 

An Afternoon

Spring                                                             Bee Hiving Moon

Moving deeper into Book I of the Metamorphoses.  Next week I’ll set a schedule for translating, so many verses a day.  Plus I plan to set a schedule for certain additional research that will go along with this task, things like comparing Ovid’s stories with other accounts of the same myth, investigating key grammatical or etymological points and, the big one, getting deep into Roman history of the late Republic and early Imperial era, Ovid’s time.  Over the last couple of years I have purchased books about Ovid and his poetry, Roman poetry and comparative literature between and among Ovid and his peers.

(Deucalião_e_Pirra   Giovanni_Maria_Bottalla)

I’ve not been too willing to get into these areas in any depth until I felt the translating had reached some point, though I didn’t know what that was.  Well, now I’ve reached it.  And I’m ready to go the next step.

I spent a half an hour today and translated 5 verses, so my speed is picking up, though to be fair the difficulty varies, usually with regard to the length of a sentence.

Also in the mail today.  The nitrogen for the vegetable garden and my new Lenovo laptop. This replaces my old Hewlett-Packard, a sturdy and reliable machine that has been outstripped by cheaper processors and memory and the retirement of Microsoft XP.  It doesn’t have enough juice to run Windows 7 or Windows 8.  Tomorrow I plan to start it up and see what’s what.

Quirky. Colorful. Funny.

Imbolc                                                                           Hare Moon

The Grand Budapest Hotel.  A story told by a writer, an iconic writer for a faux eastern European country, as told to him by the former lobby boy of the Grand Budapest Hotel.  At the end Anderson credits Stefan Zwieg, an Austrian author of the early 20th century whom Wikipedia claims was “one of the most famous writers in the world.” (Zweig)

The Ralph Fiennes character, M. Gustave, bears a striking resemblance to Zweig.  M. Gustave, a hotel concierge extraordinaire, earns the affections of wealthy hotel patrons and runs the Hotel at its height, in the 1930’s.

The plot is full of Andersonian twists and madcap turns.  During a prison break a ladder is lowered and it keeps going and going and going.  One of the funniest scenes in the movie is a downhill chase on snow, Ralph Fiennes and the lobby boy on a sled schussing after the leather clad thug played by Willem Dafoe on skis.

Stars pop up everywhere.  Tilda Swinton,  F. Murray Abraham, Adrien Brody, Jeff Goldblum, Ed Norton, Jude Law as well as Anderson regulars like Bill Murray, Jason Schwartzman and Owen Wilson.  Each has a particular and zany role, but all carried off with the trademark Anderson seriousness with a smirk just behind.

Also like Anderson’s other films, this one is gorgeous in a unique way: vivid colors, grand architecture, picturesque mountains, rube goldberg like bridges and towers and walkways.

It is a movie made of meringue, but you notice that only after it’s over.  It wraps you up and coddles you along from the first scene to the last.  A delight.  Maybe, as Colin Covert said, a masterpiece.

Afterward we ate at the Hammer and Sickle, a Russian vodka bar.  With surprisingly good food.  I had a beet salad and a lamb skewer, Kate a vodka flight, borscht and pelminis (small balls of dough filled with a lamb, beef and pork mixture, much like a pot sticker).

Our waitress was a west Siberian transplant who went to school in Novosibirsk, married an American and is now studying computer science at home.  “But I’m not so well disciplined, so I’ll have to go to school.”  She’s headed back home for three weeks very soon.

Keep Time the Way Nature Intended It

Imbolc                                                                    Hare Moon

It’s a scourge.  It’s unnatural.  It’s Daylight Savings Time.  Aside from being an obvious oxymoron, this idea forces us to change our sleep patterns every six months.  Sleep is important and habits are important to sleep.  Ergo.

(Plus, trees don’t change time.)

Here’s a link to a NYT room for debate piece on the subject:

“For days after “springing forward,” many of us feel a little jet-lagged and cranky. And the research is piling up to show that the time change affects more than our mood. It changes energy use, health, worker productivity and even traffic safety.

Does daylight saving time do more harm than good?”

Kairos

Imbolc                                                      Hare Moon

A bit more on an old topic, inspired by thinking about Jenkinson’s remarks that appear below.

The humanities are important as just that, the human forming portion of our educational deposit.  Over the millennia, stretching back to the time of gods emerging from the deserts of the Middle East and continuing right through the poetry and literature and painting and sculpture, the movies and television and games, the sports and horticulture and domestic arts of our day, we have had to grow into our lives, into our identity as human beings. It is not easy, but it is the most important task we have and the one which the family, the schools, our societies and cultures exist to engage.

This is not an argument for the humanities over science, technology and mathematics.  Far from it.  We have needed and will continue to need the valuable insights that come from deep thinking about the atomic structure of things, the hard rock science of the earth, the softer touches of the biological inquiries and the neuroscientific and all the other forms of scientific endeavor with which we humans engage.  But consider the difference in importance between raising a boy or a girl and lifting a rocket ship to the moon.  Which matters more?

It is not in the theory of evolution or in the biological sciences or in matters astronomical that we find the answer to such a question.  Even though we often pretend it is in this insecure age the answer is not in the psychological studies.  No, the answer to a question of value, of significance, of which is more than this lies only in the realm of culture.

The most important task of our time is said simply and defined humanistically, but requires the sciences in all their potency to finish:  create a sustainable human presence on this earth.

Why is this most important?  Because if it is not accomplished, the earth, no matter our scientific prowess, will scour us from her face.  She will make the thin layer of our habitation, from maybe 6 inches below the surface of the soil, to maybe 12 miles or so above the earth-the troposphere where most weather occurs-outside the parameters necessary for our existence.  That is, as the biologists are found of saying, an extinction level event.

So we are at a moment of kairos, a greek word meaning the opportune time.  Paul Tillich a theologian of the last century saw kairotic moments as “…crises in history which create an opportunity for, and indeed demand, an existential decision by the human subject.” Wiki His clearest example from the mid-point of that bloody hundred years was World War II, but even WW II and WW I put together do not equal the crisis we face now, a kairotic moment which, as Tillich said, demands an existential decision by us all.

(damaged relief of the Greek god Kairos of 4 century. BC)

The will and the skill to make that decision, a decision for or against our children and our grandchildren’s future, lies not in the sciences, but in the humanities.  It is in our sense of who we are as a species, as a being with a history, that we will find what we need to decide.  And, contrary to many, I am now convinced that the biggest barriers confounding our ability to make a non-suicidal decision lie in the realm of governance, a thoroughly humanistic endeavor.

Strip away those disciplines that force us to consider our humanity and we will be left with the calculus of Malthus.

 

 

 

It’s Free!

Imbolc                                                                Hare Moon

I wanted, for some reason, to establish a dropbox type relationship between this computer and the netbook which I take with me when I travel.  This means being able to access files on this computer from a distance.  This seems like a good thing to me, though just why I can’t exactly say.

Anyhow I discovered Bittorrent has a program called Sync that will do just this.  It establishes a P2P relationship between one computer or device and another for this purpose.  P2P = peer to peer, that is, both devices are equal to each other.  Dropbox and sugarsync and google drive and microsoft skydrive offer a similar service except you have to upload your files to their cloud.  Now a cloud is only a series of large hard-drives bunkered somewhere, fed lots of electricity and cooled by refrigerants.

In practical terms that means you give your data to someone else to store, then when you want it, you dial into their cloud and retrieve it.  The catch?  It’s free.  And, as I read somewhere recently, when a computer service is free, you’re the product.  That means they can access my data, mine it for advertising relevant facts and then sell me to hundreds if not thousands of others.  Also, the government can, with a warrant, crack the cloud and peak inside.

With a P2P setup all the data remains on your computers, for which the government needs a warrant and all others need the password.  In Sync’s case the password is a 32 character secret that establishes the bond between two computers.  32 characters make cracking the code technically very difficult.  Probably not worth it for my vacation pictures.

So.  I download sync.  And nothing happened.  Hmmm.  After a lot of hmming, I investigated various help forums.  Ah.  That could be an issue.  The two computers have to sync up timewise.  I fixed that since the netbook was still on mountain time from my last trip to Colorado.  Nope.

After a lot of head thumping, I tried a favorite ploy.  I turned off both computers and started them up again.  Ah.  Syncing at last.  Tomorrow I’ll learn if it does what I think it does.

This took most of the morning.

Imbolc                                                             Valentine Moon

Fixed a minor tech glitch yesterday with the aid of a friendly resident of the Indian subcontinent.  Our Roku went down.  “It is because the remote is not pairing with the Roku, Charlie.  Don’t worry, I’m here now to help you fix it.”  Not kidding about the dialogue.  Good service.  Fix worked.

Data

Imbolc                                                                    Valentine Moon

Gadgets. Yes. I like them. My latest is my birthday present, a Basis watch.  The basis keeps track of my steps (not so many in these winter days), calories burned (not so accurately for reasons I’ll make clear) and, most interestingly my sleep.  basis-sleep-tracking-web

Not quite sure how the sleep sensors work, but each time I nap or sleep at night the Basis records my sleep with several different variables:  time in deep sleep, light sleep, REM sleep.  It also records turns and turnovers and what it calls, interruptions.  At 67 you can imagine what my interruptions are.  These are done up in a neat graph that wouldn’t copy, but the overall data stream for last night is below.* (above is from their website)

But that’s not all. Overtime the Basis learns your patterns and gives you a sleep score based on Basis-Bandlength of sleep and all those other data points.  It also measures, helpfully, heart rate during the day, in particular resting heart rate which is a good measure of fitness.

I initially thought it would record my heart rate during exercise and give me feedback about my workouts, but it doesn’t do that.  I wanted to be able to upload my exercise data to the computer and save it, track my progress over time.

Though I’ve always exercised with a heart rate monitor (or at least I’ve done it so long I don’t recall when I started), the technology I had was only good for in the moment ft7_blulila_topleft_340x395_0readings.  That was good, but I wanted better data.  When I found the Basis wouldn’t do what I wanted (I was not the only one who made this mistake as the forum on the Basis website demonstrated), I went to Polartech.

They make a great, inexpensive watch and chest band (transmits heart rate to the watch) which, when coupled with a data synch plate, transfers a great deal of relevant data from the watch to the Polartech personal trainer website.  BTW:  I have the FT7 which the link displays and explains, but I got it for $73, not $119.00.

This means I don’t wear my Basis during exercise.  It didn’t do much helpful then anyhow. That means its calories burned per day reading is not accurate because it doesn’t reflect my workouts.  Still, it’s sleep monitoring and throughout the day heart monitoring give it a place, too.  Oh, and it tells time and the date, too.

Now I can monitor my sleep accurately, my resting heart rate and the intensity of my workouts.  With the workouts I see calories burned, maximum, minimum and average heart rate, training load (call it intensity), time in various training zones and I get graphs over time plus a calendar/diary that records each workout in a calendar format.  I like it.

*91%

Sleep Score

19 times

Toss & Turn

1 time

Interruptions

REM 25%

1 hr 48 min

Light 54%

3 hr 56 min

Deep 21%

1 hr 33 min

39 Billion Miles + On This Older Body

Imbolc                                                             Valentine Moon

Realized the other day that our age in years is actually shorthand for an odometer of sorts. This odometer measures our lifespan in miles, miles around the sun.  585,000,000 miles or so a trip.  At 67 that comes to 39,195,000,000 miles on this old body.

Looked at that way the 32,000 miles we have on our Rav4 doesn’t amount to much, does it?  That’s roughly 1,600,000 miles–a day.  Or, we may as well keep going, I have the calculator warmed up, 66,700 miles an hour.  Better speed than I get out of my Rav4, too. But, what the heck, lets do a minute: 1,100.  And, for a complete picture.  A second: 18 miles.  Each second.

That means, when I count off 6 seconds for my first infusion of Master Han’s 2013 pu’er, I’ve traveled 108 miles while I waited.  That’s a different perspective on how long it takes to make a cup of tea.

All of this is a convoluted way of saying that my 67th birthday is only 12 days away.  It has me thinking about that annual pilgrimage waypoint we all celebrate as our birthday.  It’s really a cairn stuck beside the imaginary line we travel as our home planet rockets its way around the nearest star.  It is a reminder of the cyclical, rather than the linear nature of time. Yes, we count the trips, but in fact each trip is the same as the last one. (sort of.  astronomical realities may vary.)