Humans or Nature?

Spring                    Waning Seed Moon

Yesterday I cleared the corn stalks out of their old bed and loosened the soil where I will plant peas, good legumes that will replenish the nitrogen lost due to the corn.  Oh, and we’ll get peas for the table in the bargain.  I’ve always been impressed with legumes, a class of plants that gather nitrogen in little nodules on their roots.  They used rhizobia, a symbiotic bacteria that pull the nitrogen into the root nodules where they live.

In a recent article, likely by a conservative commentator, I read a grumbling about how the United States bifurcates into those who believe nature is salivific and those who see civilization in a similar vein.  Environmentalists and their (our) ilk clothe themselves in leafy greens when they attack the polluters:  fossil fuel consumers, pcb producers, sulphur mining, chemical based industries and nuclear waste generating power plants.

What they forget is the wonder of electricity, plastics, rapid transit, the movement of goods and services that has created the richest economy in the world.  Environmentalists also stand accused, in this perspective, of creating a false tension between bad humans and good nature.  Humans have a right to live, too, just like the damned spotted owl and snail darter, right?

When looking at arguments with apparently polar positions, I find it useful to search the middle ground, see if there might not be a place either camp has missed.  There is a large middle ground here.  Humans, as animals, are part of the natural order, not apart from it, and as animals our home building and self-sustaining activities are as important to us as are those of any species.  I love humanity, the civilizations we have created and want to see us healthy far into the future.

In this sense the dichotomy is false.  This argument becomes problematic, however, when we examine certain aspects of our self-sustaining activities such as the burning of fossil fuels, the pollution of fresh water with sulfuric acid in hard rock mining and the devastation of eco-systems with pollutants like pcbs and ddt.

Now we loop back to the middle ground.  We are part of, not apart from nature.  When we harm whole eco-systems on the one hand or tamper with climatological mechanics on the other, we not only press the snail darter, the spotted owl and the Galapagos tortoise toward extinction, we press ourselves in that direction, too.  If we create a natural order no longer friendly to human beings, our time on this blue marble will end.  If, in other words, we make the planet too hot, the oceans too high, the fresh water and soils poison, we will no longer have a place to live, literally.

So, on the one hand, I embrace Mozart, Lao-Tze, Shiva, Isaac Newton and the techno-computer industial complex, while on the other hand I recognize my need for clean water, renewable energy and food grown in safe conditions.  Humanity and nature are not either/or choices, but embedded and intimate partners, dependent upon each other for wise use of the resources we have.

The Chinese People Need To Be Controlled

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Back from Wishes for the Sky where I helped visitors read scrolls written in a callipgraphic English that looks, at first glance, like Chinese.  There were some ahas, some head scratching.  One guy, when told that organizers said Chinese had the most trouble with reading the scripts laughed and said, “I must be part Chinese.”

The Mississippi river was high, but the Harriet Park Pavilion, in which the inside part of the event took place, had several disconcerting marks on the wall, labled with high flood marks for various years, most of them well above my head.

I had a chance to have nice chat several folks Scott Simpson, a guy he knows who plays Native American flute and Ming Jen, one of the organizers of the event.  When asked about Jackie Chan’s statement reported in the press  yesterday, “The Chinese people need to be controlled,” Ming Jen surprised me by agreeing with him.

Her rationale surprised me and made me humble once again about my ability to sense things from within a particular cultural perspective other than my own.  She voiced a concern Jackie Chan had, too, saying that Chinese people were individualistic enough.  With as many people as their are in China and the economic unrest created by economic freedom she feared more freedom would create potentially chaotic situations.  Besides, she pointed out, during the Han and T’ang dynasties, the controlling government was feudal in nature and highly centralized, but poetry and the art flourished.

China’s culture has a patriarchal and dynastic tradition stretching back literally thousands of years.  Democracy does not necessarily fit well within that tradition and, she implied, is not necessary for the Chinese people to flourish.

Another aspect of this, I realized while we were talking, was the experience of Chinese culture between dynasties, usually following, as Ming Jen pointed out, weak emperors.  Those time periods were chaotic, violent and the people suffered.

Always pays to ask someone from within the culture for their point of view.

Is There Such A Thing As An Individual Bee?

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The bee hive essentials are in the red car and they come out today.  The bees themselves arrive next Saturday by semi.  Mark Nordeen told me last year’s delivery came during an April blizzard, hit a patch of ice, rolled over and killed all the bees.

This will be my first year with the bees and I’m looking forward to learning a lot about them.  The notion a hive mind has, I know, fascinated my step-son Jon for a long time.  It gets its intellectual legs from the performance of bees and ants and other social insects who as individuals can only accomplishments small increments of a larger task, the survival of the hive, but together they ensure the hive’s endurance through time.  The whole is greater than the sum of the parts.  Here’s a question:  Is there is such a thing as an individual bee, or, rather do we have multiple flying macro-cellular organs of a single entity?

It’s a chilly start for the Wishes for Sky day, but I got an e-mail that said dress warm and come.  So Minnesotan.

That reminds me.  I read the inscription on an early Zhou dynasty kuei (a ritual food vessel) and one of the kids on the tour, a young Chinese girl said, “That’s so Chinese.”   This kuei was made in the 10th century B.C.

Gotta get ready.  Unload the hives and plant some peas before I take off for St. Paul.

On Order and Clutter

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A garage cleaning morning.  Bringing a bit of order and cleanliness to a space we had neglected for a few years.  Felt good.  The opening of space and organizing clutter appeals to me as long I do it in discrete chunks over time.  In other words, I don’t feel the call to do this kind of thing often.  If you visited my study and computer room, you would know this immediately.  It’s not so much that they’re cluttered in a messy way, but they do have piles of related papers, books and magazines positioned in strategic locations, dependent on some inner navigator that tracks my future needs and tries to place resources, like nuts in the ground, where they will help the next project at the right moment.

Like many a squirrel, I have nuts buried all over these two rooms that I have forgotten.  Every once in a while I discover a particular cache, like the one filled with essays and books related to water, a topic I want to know more about and have the tools to do just that.  Now that I know where I put them.

Where is that collection on humanism during the Renaissance?  I know it’s here somewhere.

Excuse me now, I have to go hunting.

One More Line

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“Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.” – Bernard Berenson

Friend Mark Odegard called from the Bly conference being held this weekend at the U. of Minnesota. “It’s  heavyweight stuff.  Come on down,”  he said.  Not gonna make it since I have garage cleaning and bee keeping chores today and Wishes for the Sky tomorrow.

The weather has turned cooler, we are 22 degrees off our high of 71 yesterday right now.  There may be some rain on its way, the humidity is up, as is the dewpoint.

One of things that struck me in the Mishima film was a press conference where reporters asked him if he planned to give up writing, “Well,” he said, “I find I have to write one more line.  Then, one more line.”  He paused, “Then one more line.”  A longer pause, “And one more.”  I know how he felt.

I find  writing satisfying at several levels.  It helps me organize my thoughts and assess them.  Writing also helps clarify and name my feelings.  The therapeutic value of this last has come home to me over and over.  Though this may surprise some I also find it satisfying physically.  My skill on the keyboard is one of the few physical acts I perform at a high level of competence. (I’m pretty good with chopsticks, too.)

The keyboard and a white screen quite literally call to me several times a day and I’m finding increasing pressure to get back to long works, novels, for instance, in addition to the shorter essays and thought pieces I do regularly.

One more line.  Then, another.  And another.  Followed by.  Another.

A Long Learning Curve

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This morning Chinese language students from the St. Paul Central class of 2009 came to the museum.  They were bright kids, interested.  Mostly in their third year of study, they have learned little about China’s history and culture.  My tour introduced them to the bronze tradition, the history of the five major calligraphic styles and ended with an examination of literati culture in the Ming dynasty.

Working with bright, engaged kids makes touring a pleasure as it was this morning.   Many of the kids were Chinese and some spoke Chinese well.

This was the beginning of a much longer learning curve for me on calligraphy.  I want to appreciate Chinese painting from within the Chinese aesthetic framework as well as  learn some Chinese characters along the way.

As a docent, I appreciate the flexibility it offers to devise self-directed areas of study, then try them out on a live audience.  Go back and revise.  Learn more.  Try again.  Those of us with omnivorous intellectual appetites are well-suited.

Sleepy.  Time for a nap.

Another Day in Andover

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It’s dry here.  We need rain for the crops and for the flowers and the trees.  I don’t care about the lawn.

The tours this morning shoud be fun.  I’m going in a new direction with the calligraphy and it’s one I can pursue for a while.  In fact, I’m sending for a few books on calligraphy.  I already have ink stick, ink stone, brushes and rice (mulberry) paper.  These are the four treasures of the literati study, but I’ve never used them.   Now I will.

Watched a touching  movie on the Independent Film Channel last night, The Syrian Bride.  A woman, a Druze Syrian, lives in the Golan Heights, formerly part of Syria, or, still part of Syria depending on whether you’re Israeli or Syrian.  Therein lies the story line as the bride has a match with a television personality in Syria.  She has to cross the border to get married but many problems ensue, both within the family and at the border.

In the end Mona, the bride, solves the problem by walking across the border with no one’s permission.  Her sister Alma, likewise, walks away from her husband, presumably toward a long-denied university education. Worth a watch.

Chinese Calligraphy

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Kate’s home for a four day weekend.  She needs the rest.  I hope she will take it easy, though she wants to do garage sale related things.  I’m not sure what that means and I worry about her taking care of herself.

I have a tour of China for Chinese language students from Central High tomorrow.  I decided to go with the history of Chinese calligraphy and its five main styles.  Part of why I’m doing this is that calligraphy is China’s highest art form and its appreciation influences all other forms of aesthetic judgment.  That means I don’t have an inside view of what makes Chinese art tick unless I can better comprehend calligraphy.  This is a start.

Each Time I Go To Sleep

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I have been playing a game before I go to sleep.  It soothes me, helps me relax.

It began when I wondered what my five favorite movies were.  Seventh Seal jumped into my mind immediately.  2001:  A Space Odyssey.  The Day The Earth Stood Still. (1951)  Invasion of the Body Snatchers. (1956)  Seven Samurai.  Sleep would come because I knew this was not the list, it was a list, a list I could come up at night as I drifted off to sleep.

Later, five novels:  Glass Bead Game.  The Trial.  Steppenwolf.  Moby Dick.  Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy.

Five favorite paintings at the MIA: Goya’s Dr. Arrieta, the Bonnard, the virgin by the master of the mille fleurs, Poet by A Waterfall,  The Cardinal.  again, a list, not the list.

Five pieces of music:  Unanswered Questions by Ives, Messaein’s symphony for the end of time, Coltrane’s A Train,  Drift Away.    definitely a list, not the list.

Five favorite classical sites I’ve visited:  Ephesus, Delphi, Delos, Angkor, Conwy castle in Conwy, Wales.

So on.  Works for me.

Garage Sales

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In spring mom’s across the land turn their minds to Garage Sales!  The mom in this house has.  That means I’ve spent most of this warm, almost early summer day cleaning out the garage, sorting junk from stuff to sell and trying to make the to keep pile as small as possible.

I started though with planting 5 varieties of heirloom tomatoes, two of heirloom cucumbers and one heirloom tomatillo. They go in small soil + peat plugs, onto a warming mat and under the soothing light of a fluorescent lamp.

Afterward I pushed a broom in the garage and moved items from one place to another, a favorite task in spring.  The intent is to keep some of the things moving right on off the property.  We have the stuff of George Carlin’s famous sketch and we need a place to put it.  Or to get rid of it.

It is 71 right now.  71!