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Latvia’s most important national holiday is arguably not Christmas but the summer solstice celebrations of Ligo (pronounced “leegwa”) – a pagan tradition when Latvians celebrate the shortest night by staying up to greet the rising sun.

Wanted to add a note from a Latvian which puts an interesting twist on this:

“Just sent you a couple of notes on your wonderful blog. Interesting you would call Summer Solstice the shortest night, when I was gorwing up, all the Latvians refered it to the longest night – meaning, they were up all night because it never got dark, as opposed to winter solstice, which technically is the longest night – then,they would  light  a lot of candles. So much for pagan traditions.

Oh, the reason the guy is wearing an oak wreath on his head is to celebrate St. John, whose favavorite tree was the sacred oak. The women only wore reaths made of wild flowers. Go figure.”

BTW:  St. John’s Night is the night before St. John’s, the saint’s day for John the Baptist.  It’s celebrated on June 24th.  Before easy calculation of the exact day of the four solar holidays, a fixed date near the usual time was chosen and used as the celebration.

 

10,000 Hours

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OK, I’m late to the 10,000 hour rule.  You probably know about it from Macolm Gladwell’s book, Outliers.  I missed it or, if I noticed it, I passed it by.

It did make me think when I ran across it recently.  What would be worth spending that much time to polish?  First question, is there anything I’ve done repeatedly, for hours at a time, over several years?  Yes, writing.  Being a student.  Engaging in political activity.  Studying Art.  And most recently, translating Latin.

Second question.  Are there any of those that I want to continue that I might pursue at a pace to reach 10,000 hours or so?  I’ve already reached that level in being a student and, I’m sure, in political work.  That pares the question down to writing, art and Latin.

I will continue writing, so writing at an increasing pace makes sense to me.  Studying art is fun, but I’m never going to put in 3 hours a day at it.  Just not that interested.  But.  The Latin?  Maybe so.  Maybe so.

That would mean pruning my close attention and active time to two activities, writing and Latin.  Might make sense.  Hmmm.

An Alternative View of the Trail to This Point

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So.  The Republican critique looks at the failing European states and the creaks and groans of our own economy and concludes that the culprit is the liberal welfare state.  Interesting.

Here’s what I appreciate about their analysis.  They have nailed a high level of angst;  the contagion exists in Europe and if we knew more of the mind of the average Chinese citizen, I imagine we’d find it there, too.  The Japanese perhaps have lived through the economic angst and become inured, but have had to add nuclear anxiety.  So, almost nobody’s good.

The demagogue is the political figure most apt to emerge in times of extreme angst.  I heard Rush Limbaugh yesterday screech on a clip played by NPR, “Why can’t we get justices who once we get them appointed do what we want them to do?”  Why indeed?  In a puppetocracy that would follow, perhaps, but in a representative democracy it had better not and on in a branch of government with lifetime appointments to allow freedom of thought and action such doing would violate the compact.  Though it happens all the time.

How you define is how you solve.  In that case, let’s take another look at the symptoms, Dr. Brooks, and see if our differential diagnosis might lead us to a different spot.

As I scan the US, my impression is that job loss, inability to get a first or new job and the longitude of current unemployment lie at the base of our collective fears.  I say collective for even those employed and adequately-cared for must worry about the health of a nation unable to optimally employ its citizens and worry even more if it finds itself unable to employ them even sub-optimally.

The slow moving and long running financial calamity that surfaced in 2008 had been building for years.  Financial institutions had depleted their capital reserves by increasingly lending and investing money in exotics; surprisingly, many of them backed by subprime mortgages created and bundled by banks and mortgage brokers.

At the same time, what I’ll call late stage capitalism had begun to fonder on one of its predicted icebergs.  That is, as productivity gains began to come increasingly from robotics and other computer assisted processes, the good jobs for the blue collar folk, the ones that had employed 98% of the people in my hometown of Alexandria, Indiana in post WW II America, began to disappear.

This process has been underway in a fashion felt at home (Alexandria) as early as 1974.  The insistence on union busting and the exportation not of goods and capital, but of jobs, reinforced and accelerated the trend.

These trends make good economic sense.  Reduce the cost of labor.  But, there’s a problem here.  What is the engine of the American economy?  The consumer.  That is, somebody like you or me who buys things.  If your job is now in China or Mexico or Thailand, you might find a job at a reduced wage, after all that’s the point of this exercise, but you won’t be able to stoke that engine nearly as well.

Then, imagine a large number of the folks negatively effected by those same smart economic moves saddled with unusual debt instruments known as subprime loans.  Can you see where this is heading?

If you accept that the financial institutions and corporate decision makers (all people now under the difficult to make sense of Citizens United ruling.), have done the things I have outlined above and that they have effected people in the manner I suggest, then you might go somewhere else for your solution than unburdening Gulliver.

The Gulliver I see has a smirk on his face since all the while he’s been held down by the chains of regulation, his ally Clever has sent his business overseas while concocting a way to suck the most out of the poor folks left at home.

If you find this line of analysis closer to your own, let’s look later in the week at how we might start to solve the very real anxiety here and abroad.

Hint:  one aspect of this solution would be removing health care from the list of things people have to worry about.

 

 

 

 

What Do Republicans Want?

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David Brooks, in a column titled What Republicans Think, says, “…many Republicans have now come to the conclusion that the welfare-state model is in its death throes.”  He quotes from a longer essay, “Our Age of Anxiety”, by Yuval Levin, published in the Weekly Standard.

“We have a sense that the economic order we knew in the second half of the 20th century may not be coming back at all — that we have entered a new era for which we have not been well prepared. … We are, rather, on the cusp of the fiscal and institutional collapse of our welfare state, which threatens not only the future of government finances but also the future of American capitalism.”

Brooks then goes on to say:

“To Republican eyes, the first phase of that collapse is playing out right now in Greece, Spain and Italy — cosseted economies, unmanageable debt, rising unemployment, falling living standards…

This is the source of Republican extremism: the conviction that the governing model is obsolete. It needs replacing.”

This is the first analysis from the Republican side I’ve seen that makes sense of the large disconnect so apparent in Congress and among American voters.  How you define is how you solve is an analytical tool I learned long ago and it applies here.

The Republicans smell blood in the water and are rising for a feeding frenzy.  That makes sense of the strangely apocalyptic and weird debt limit tangles between the House and the President; it makes sense of the Tea Party which wants, paradoxically, to shrink government and strengthen their social security and medicare.

We on the liberal/progressive side see this election, as we’ve seen most elections during my lifetime, as focused on adjusting the gears and levers of a system that more or less works.*

The Republicans see an economic Gulliver bound by the Lilliputian regulators, threads across its vast strong body, and stakes driven in the ground by statute to hold the threads taut and the vigorous giant in check.  If only they could rip off the bonds, they believe, then Gulliver would spring up and make all things new and profitable.

If this is the way you see the problem, the way you define it, then your solution is obvious, throw the bums out, take an axe made for your corporation (probably in China) and sever the cords.

There is another way to view our moment in history and I will discuss that in a later post.

*[Not true of the elections surrounding the Vietnam War. A New Left critique that wants broader economic democracy, a more socialist direction coupled with identity equality and more realistic immigration policies and universal health care, is the one I favor, but I don’t see the path to get there at this point in our history.  It is not hard to see that this is the polar opposite of the Republican vision. Perhaps this is the radical left’s moment for think tanks and analysis, building a theoretical base for a push later in the century when the failures of late stage capitalism’s blind climate change denial has brought the globe to its knees, panting.]

 

 

 

49 Years of Service

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Yesterday Kate worked her last shift, finishing off a career that began as a scrub tech in Des Moines in 1963.  That’s 49 years.

Tomorrow she leaves at noon for her high school reunion in Nevada, Iowa.  Her 50th.  (That’s a long a on the first one in Nevada, for those of you uninitiated.)

And, perhaps the greatest irony, today comes the Supreme Court’s ruling on the Obama Healthcare legislation.  Kate’s a staunch supporter of universal health care.

She’s been right and ahead of her time on many, many issues in medicine.  She’s right on this one, too.

(this picture taken on the first day after Kate left full-time work behind.  About three years ago or so.  She knows where she is.)

My Land or Our Land?

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Politics.  Lions and tigers and bears, oh my.

Analysis from odd arenas has caught my eye.  We’re all trying to figure out how to deal with the political and economic mess in which we find ourselves, so folks take looks down many avenues.

Three that have struck me.  First, EJ Dionne, columnist for the Washington Post, has written a book, Our Divided Political Heart.  I’ve got it and haven’t read it yet, but I know the principle thread of the argument.  We are both a communitarian nation committed to the public welfare and a libertarian one dedicated to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  This makes sense to me since it shows we have a nation built on two different continents which split off from the European pangea of the Enlightenment.

Where do we inflect national policy and political will?  On the side of property rights, individual liberty or on This Land is Our Land, from California to the New York Islands?  Dionne, I believe, answers this question with a definitive yes.

And in so doing he follows an unlikely line of thought, that of multilevel selection in the field of evolutionary biology and championed by Edward O. Wilson, of Consilience and ants and several other books, fame.  Wilson suggests that human evolution reflects evolutionary pressures on behalf of the individual (the Selfish Gene idea), but that it also and equally, reflects the altruistic evolutionary thread that propels groups upward and onward through evolutionary time.

A third bit of analysis also caught my attention.  Gail Collins, a NYT columnist, wrote, in a column titled Running on Empty, that our current political struggle is between those who live in the empty places and those who live in the crowded places.

Our time reminds me, in a much milder form, of the Warring States period of early China, before the first true emperors who begin with the Qin dynasty.  It was in this desperate and violent period of Chinese civilization that the Tao Te Qing was written, Confucius lived, Han Fei,the legalist scholar most admired by the first emperor of the Qin dynasty.  Many, many other schools of thought emerged, all focused on how to bring order or peace to a people tired of conflict.

Somewhere in the creative ferment occasioned by those who want to bring order or peace or prosperity or justice to contemporary America will come at least a few visions for a future worth paying attention to.

In the next week I’m also going to comment on a very interesting David Brooks column, What Republicans Think.  Teaser.  He says Republicans believe the end of the liberal era is at hand and are not willing to compromise.

 

A Career Finished

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Kate left for work for the last time tonight.

She’s had a difficult and contentious time with Allina as they have moved more and more into medicine delivered by fiat rather than from an autonomous physician.  There are lots of problems: cook book medicine, coding for maximum revenue, treating the physician as an employee and giving them speed-ups in terms of number of patients per hour to see, pay differentials between the gatekeeper doctors, the primary care providers like pediatricians, internists and family practice and the surgeons/specialists, pay differentials in the hundreds of thousands of dollars.

It’s comforting in a way to know that Allina has screwed her on her last night of work.  She just called me and told me she’s the only doc on in after hours care.  There are supposed to be three.  Her last night.

Come on, guys.

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Gonna be hot.  And it’s not a dry hot here in the Northstar state.  97 – 100 with a dewpoint of 75.  Yeeeikes.  I know, we’re such heat weenies, but I want to stay that way.

When It’s Time to Live, Live.

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“When it’s time to die, go ahead and die, and when it’s time to live, live. Don’t sort-of-maybe live, but live like you’re going all out, like you’re not afraid.”

Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

With Paul and Sarah on the road, this quote jumped out at me. (oh, toby, too) I so want to live on the very edge of my life, risking it all, trying to be the best me that I can be.

It probably doesn’t look like it from a moving to the wilds of the Maine coast position, but for me learning Latin and keeping bees put me out there, in a place no longer familiar, on lands foreign and challenging.

If I’m honest, and why wouldn’t I be, the big challenge for me is getting my work out there into the world.  It terrifies me and excites me, just not in equal measure.  The terror easily swamps the excitement.

Those of us with quiet treks, ancientrails walked alone or in private, can fall prey to adventure envy when the adventure has a physical component.  Climbing.  Skiing. Moving. I’m acquainted with this envy and envy is bad for the soul.  It diminishes the envier and the envied with a false comparison, a comparison between different journeys, neither more nor less profound or difficult.  Just different.

Traveling fills that adventure component for me, but I like returning to the familiar.  In fact, for me to walk my own ancientrail, I need a quiet home, peace during the day and a place to work.  With Kate I’ve found all these things.  A blessing in my life.

Now there’s that submitting my writing.  That’s an adventure.

Good News! Still Not Allergic to Bee Stings!

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Bees working hard.  One slightly behind the other, though the more advanced (more brood in the second box) also has an inexplicably large number of drone cells.  Not sure what to make of it.

Picked cherries today.  Got about a dozen.  Not a big cherry year and many of the ones on the tree had some sort of fungus.

Moved our new, all steel firepit ring back to the firepit Mark dug out last year.  Need to bolt it up and we’re read for a fire.  Just as the temps head back to the 90’s.  Maybe not the best time to try it out.

To move the firepit Kate and I had to maneuver a fixed tire back on the wagon.  We have a heavy duty lawn tractor, a Simplicity called the Landlord.  Sort of an icky name for this renter organizer, but, hey.  It does the job.  Probably should paint over the damned thing.  Put an image of Artemis over it.

Moved to Book VIII of the Metamorphosis; this time the story of Philemon and Baucis.  Once again inspired to choose this passage by art.  The first history painting of Rembrandt’s bought by a US art collector is an illustration of this story.  Has made me begin to think about a book/research project digging up all the paintings and sculpture telling Ovid’s stories.  If it hasn’t been done, it would be fun.