A Guy Type Sunday

 66  bar falls 29.88 1mph W dew-point 43 Beltane, night

                 Waning Gibbous Hare Moon

Tomorrow:  the 500.  And a few hours after, Phoenix Lander arrives at its destination.  The following information is from the NASA website about the lander. 

“With three days and 3 million miles left to fly before arriving at Mars, NASA’s Phoenix spacecraft is on track for its destination in the Martian arctic.

The spacecraft is closing in on the scariest seven minutes of the mission.

On Sunday, shortly after the annual 500-mile race at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, Phoenix will be approaching Mars at about 12,750 miles per hour, a speed that could cover 500 miles in 2 minutes and 22 seconds. After it enters the top of the Martian atmosphere at that velocity, it must use superheated friction with the atmosphere, a strong parachute and a set of pulsing retrorockets to achieve a safe, three-legged standstill touchdown on the surface in just seven minutes.

The earliest possible time when mission controllers could get confirmation from Phoenix indicating it has survived landing will be at 4:53 p.m. Pacific Time on Sunday (7:53 p.m. Eastern Time). Of 11 previous attempts that various nations have made to land spacecraft on Mars, only five have succeeded.”

Geez, 3 days and 3 million miles to go.  That’s what I would call rapid transit.  1 million miles a day.  At that speed, in 93 days, you’d be roasting at Club Sun.  It’s taken Phoenix 10 months to reach Mars.  10 months. 

So, automobile racing in the early afternoon, a Mars landing around 7:30PM.  What more could a guy ask for on a holiday?
 

Why Did They Get The Boat With Holes?

66  bar falls 30.06  6mph NE dew-point 38  Beltane, cloudy

              Waning Gibbous Hare Moon

The grocery store on Saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend, quiet.  I suppose all those up norther’s have abandoned the first home for the second.  Made for an easy trip through the check out lane.  Though not purchasing much, I thought, I still rang up $155.  Surprised me. 

Some shrimp, a walleye fillet, milk, bread, snacks, some fruit (that $10 bag of cherries maybe not such a wise purchase), butter, turkey for the dogs.  That’s about it.  Combine that with the $42 it took me to fill up the Celica, around 11 gallons, and you can feel the pincers of rising commodity prices clamp down. 

Kate and I can afford it, don’t get me wrong, but I’m thinking about the person who checked me out at Festival, who put the items in the bags, theWalmart employee, the person who works in the convenience store, janitors and other back of the shop employees we rarely see.  Or, the  unemployed.  Or, the person whose income each month comes fixed by an annuity, social security, a meager pension.  Consider a person making 30-40,000 dollars a year.  With two or three kids.  A mortgage and a commute.  Thank you free market capitalism.  Why did they get the boat with holes?

Planted a couple of ferns in the shade garden underneath the river birch, then went over to the second tier, where I began a shade garden 3 years ago.  Gophers have eaten much of the hosta and the daylillies, survivors from my attempt to clear them out back then have overgrown a lot of the rest.  I’ve decided to treat daylilies in this half moon shaped garden as weeds.  I’m moving them to other places, places where their wonderfully dogged lifestyle will help us rather than get in the way.  Any that grow from tubers left behind, though.  Out they  go. 

Spent 45 or minutes or so writing on Superior Wolf, too.  Keeps on coming.

Mechanist or Vitalist?

58  bar steep fall 30.12  7mpn ENE dew-point 41  Beltane, Sunny

                 Waning Gibbous Hare Moon

“The aspects of things that are most important to us are hidden because of their simplicity and familiarity” – Ludwig Wittgenstein

Wittegenstein is a notoriously opaque, but very influential philosopher.  His Tractatus is a seminal work of 20th century philosophy, amazing for its brevity.  In this quote, though, I grasp his line of thought.  How often do you consider the solidity of a table, for example?  The beating of your heart?  The exquisite elegance of your hands?  The comfort of darkness?  The revelation in sunlight? 

Have you ever considered, I mean really considered, the wonder of life itself?  We are animate, moving through the world with intention.  So are dogs, mosquitoes and groundhogs.  The seed listens to its own voice, expresses itself and its genome through time and space.  Alive.  But.  What is life?  We see the results of life around us all the time; we experience it within ourselves, but what is it?  What is the difference between the elements in my body–the same as those in a rock or in soil, or in the air–and their inanimate counter parts still locked in the fiery cauldron of a star or the massif of a mountain range?

A book I purchased recently, but have not yet read, argues against what the author calls the Gallilean conspiracy.  I’ve forgotten why he calls it that, something about Gallileo’s approach to science, but the point is this:  even if we knew all the laws of particles and quantum mechanics and could apply them with precision to all the matter in the universe, we could still not predict the future, though there is strong element of what he calls scientistic thinking that suggests just this possibility. 

Why can’t we predict the future based on fundamental laws of nature?  Because of complexity. As things grow more complex, the complexity itself inserts a new dimension, something that does not obey the fundamental laws: intention.  Intention and complexity reach an apex in the phenomenon of life.  You could not analyze the physical elements within  my body, apply the laws of relativity and Newtonian physics to them, and predict what I will choose to have for breakfast.  Why?  Because consciousness adds intention, guided by will, and none of these added realities of complexity follow the laws of thermodynamics, say.  Is the action of complex entities constrained and guided by laws of nature?  Of course.  Entropy, the second law of thermodynamics, will snuff out the complexity that I am.  But not right now.  While I’m upright and consciousness, and yes, you, too, I can choose to defy entropy by taking my blood pressure medication and staying on that good cholestrol lowering drug.  Exercising.  Good diet.  None of these, nor my decision to go to the grocery store this morning have a necessary predicate in my constituent parts.

In part this all boils down to a divide which remains an abyss between, say, the Richard Dawkins and Sam Harrises of the world, and those of us who insist on considering the divine:  vitalist or mechanist?  That is, is any organism merely the sum of its parts–mechanist, or, is it the whole more than the sum of its parts–vitalist.  I side with the vitalists.