tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85531015163852148472024-03-14T09:31:19.774-07:00EuhedralismEuhedralism, n., the belief in a clear expression of formJoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-38152506635630029292014-04-21T18:27:00.000-07:002014-04-21T18:27:02.738-07:00Spring 2014 reading list<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The Man in the High Castle</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Philip K. Dick</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Ebony and Ivy</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Craig Steven Wilder</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Capital in the 21st Century</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Thomas Picketty</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Rebel Cities</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">by David Harvey</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Urban Monk</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Gadadhara Pandit Dasa</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>The New Jim Crow</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Michelle Alexander</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Cosmos</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Carl Sagan</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Food of the Gods</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Terence Mckenna<i> </i> </span></span>JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-18942232311921515422013-11-15T06:16:00.000-08:002013-11-15T06:16:41.919-08:00Are mushrooms medicinal? I designed this pamphlet in the hopes of making some of the research on medicinal mushrooms more accessible.<br />
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<br />JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-44194467813796958812013-11-12T06:52:00.000-08:002013-11-12T06:52:12.901-08:00Argon geochronology maps of North America Helpful background:<br />
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Making these maps was relatively simple.<br />
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I took the data from two massive, online government databases:<br />
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<li>Canadian <a href="http://atlas.nrcan.gc.ca/site/english/maps/geochron/index.html#cgkb">geochronology knowledgebase</a></li>
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After a bit of work (and absolutely no quality control) I made a list of 21,451 K/Ar and Ar/Ar ages, referenced against latitude and longitude. These were plotted on a map of North America, and color-coded by geological age.<br />
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Here's the complete North America picture, with bins chosen based on the timeline of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_orogenies#North_American_orogenies" target="_blank">North American orogenies</a>.<br />
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<br />JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-35422438801465374662012-06-09T08:36:00.001-07:002012-06-09T08:36:19.833-07:00Nutrition of cultivated mushrooms (protein, fat, carbs, and fiber)Mushrooms! Many say they don't have much nutrition... Let's explore that.<br />
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Note that mushrooms are only about 10% dry weight. That means that 1 kg of fresh mushrooms is composed of 900 grams of water and 100 grams of "mushroom". The breakdown in the table above applies to that 100 grams, the so-called dry weight. So, for example, a kilogram of fresh, raw agaricus bisporus, the common button mushroom, has 24-35 grams of protein, 1-8 grams of fat, 51-63 grams of carbs, and 8-10 grams of fiber. Thus, we can say that mushrooms are relatively high in protein and carbohydrates, and low in fat and fiber.<br />
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(It is likely that the above table under-represents the variability of mushroom nutritional properties. Pirjo Matilla et. al., 2001, in <i>"Contents of Vitamins, Mineral Elements, and Some Phenolic</i><br />
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To put this in perspective, I quickly compiled a chart comparing the nutritional content of 100 grams of bananas, commercially-prepared whole-wheat bread, raw maitake, and stir-fried shitake using information from nutritiondata.com. Here, 100 grams means 100 grams, including the water content. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bread wins, but it is only about 40% water, whereas the mushrooms are about 90% water. </td></tr>
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In the above plot, mushrooms struggle to hold their own against bread and bananas. However, if you normalize to calories, the playing field levels. This is because 100 grams of mushrooms is less than 50 calories, whereas 100 grams of bread is around 250 calories. </div>
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I started with a zinc plate, covered it with hard-ground (an acid-resistant covering made of asphaltum and turpentine), drew an image on the hard-ground, and etched in dilute nitric acid (10:1 and 5:1). Here are some microscope photos of the resulting etched plate. </div>
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<br /></div>JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-49572193997550066662012-02-25T10:02:00.003-08:002012-02-25T10:02:47.298-08:00Heavy metals and radioactivity in wild mushroomsI'd like to begin by saying that this post will certainly not be exhaustive. The topic of radioisotope and heavy metal accumulation in wild mushrooms is an extensive one. In 1964, Grüter first recognized that wild mushrooms preferentially accumulate radioactivity, primarily in the form of Cesium-137. Some ten years later, Stegnar (1973) recognized that certain mushroom species accumulate heavy metals, such as cadmium, copper, zinc, and lead.<br />
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One way to think about bio-accumulation is by using a transfer factor, equal to the concentration of the element in the mushroom, divided by the concentration of the element in the substrate. This transfer factor tells us how effectively the mushroom is at extracting the element from its surroundings, and thus, in the case of harmful elements, how much of a health risk the mushroom poses.<br />
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We now know that transfer factors are highly variable (see Pavel Kalač's 2001 <a href="http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0308814601001716">review</a>), depending on mushroom species, soil horizon from which a species takes nutrients, moisture, and contamination level of soil (which, in the case of radioactive elements, relates to the time since the nuclear disaster.)<br />
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That said, there are some noteworthy patterns. To begin with, I'll note the dangerous elements that mushrooms do not concentrate.<br />
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<li>Lead (Gast, 1987), although mushrooms do incorporate lead, and thus, in areas of lead pollution, mushrooms may have high lead concentrations (Kalac, 2000). </li>
<li>Strontium (Kalac, 2001)</li>
<li>Ruthenium (Kalac, 2001)</li>
<li>Plutonium (Kalac, 2001) </li>
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Conversely, mushrooms appear to concentrate a number of radioisotopes and heavy metals. </div>
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<li>Cesium-137 (man-made radioisotope) (Kalač, 2001). </li>
<li>Potassium (natural radioisotope). In general, mushrooms concentrate K with a factor of 20 to 40. (Kalač, 2001). </li>
<li>Mercury. Common puffball and King bolete concentrate Hg at factors of 137±78 and 160±120 respectively (Falandysz et. al., 2002). </li>
<li>Arsenic, though it is primarily in organic compounds, which are significantly less dangerous to humans than inorganic arsenic (Vetter, 2004). </li>
<li>Cadmium, though absolute levels are generally low (Gast, 1987). </li>
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Furthermore, there is a gradient of potassium concentration within the mushroom fruit-body, with the concentration greatest in the cap, then stipe, then sporophore (typically gills or tubes) (Kalač, 2001). Perhaps the same relationship holds for other radioactive elements and heavy metals. </div>
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Figure from Kalač, 2001 showing schematic physiology of a mushroom. </div>
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Likewise, there is a gradient of accumulation among different species, with the following table from Stachowiak and Regula, 2011, who borrowed from Kalac, 2001, illustrating the difference in radio-cesium accumulation among different species (note that Xerocomus is so close to Boletus that it is now Boletus). </div>
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There are a number of limitations of the current literature. Firstly, almost all studies are located in Europe, partially on account of the proximity to the radio-isotope-producing Chernobyl disaster. How mushroom bio-accumulation of dangerous elements varies on a global basis is unconstrained. Secondly, concentrations and transfer factors have standard errors approaching 100% (for example the transfer factor of Mercury in king bolete is 160±120). This wide variation likely reflects both the complexity of the natural processes and analytical shortcomings. </div>
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<br />JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-4815382311956846252011-12-07T16:32:00.001-08:002011-12-07T16:33:59.176-08:00Clothing will never be the sameafter the...<br />
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<br />JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-57923318248742831412011-11-18T16:14:00.001-08:002011-11-18T16:37:50.146-08:00Alphabetical ConceptAfter the rain, there was a mist, billowing through the trees.<br />
"Better than the rain," thought Charles, walking out of the building, into the mist.<br />
"Charles!", someone shouted after him, though he didn't hear.<br />
Didn't hear and didn't care, leaving the voice behind him.<br />
Entering the woods was like a dream, branches floating out of a soupy fog.<br />
Faster he walked, the path somewhere beneath his dripping shoes.<br />
Gave his all to the effort of walking.<br />
His mind wandered, reviewing the past.<br />
"I am Charles", he thought, "and I know where I am going."<br />
"Just out for a walk in the woods," he reassured himself.<br />
"Kill for a drink of water though," cursing himself for not bringing anything.<br />
Left his water bottle behind.<br />
Marks decorated the trees, red boxes, and blue circles.<br />
"No," he thought, "no, no no."<br />
On a rock, a frog's chin filled, and then deflated.<br />
Perhaps... he should turn around, the fog swirling in a sudden sea-breeze.<br />
Quivering, a pine needle fell, brushing his left hand.<br />
"Read about this in a book," he thought, looking into his memory.<br />
Save the best for last.<br />
"Ta-da!", he shouted suddenly, jumping onto a stump and balancing on his leg.<br />
Unworldly flamingo.<br />
Vanquishing his fear, he jumped off of the stump.<br />
"We only live once," he thought.<br />
X-rays of his imagination produced a troll's home in the stump.<br />
"Yes!" he thought, "yes there is a troll's home in this stump!"<br />
"Zero chance of that"; reconsidered, but still apologized for stepping on the troll's home.<br />
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<br />JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-85452309490905806042011-10-24T17:52:00.000-07:002011-10-24T17:52:49.469-07:00OWS, the soul, and MelvilleThis past weekend I finished reading Billy Budd, Sailor and went to hear a speaker in Zuccotti Park. In conjunction, I have the following thoughts:<br />
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The speakers, <a href="http://monthlyreview.org/press/books/pb2419/">Fred Magdoff and John Bellamy Foster</a>, discussed the incompatibility of environmentalism with capitalism. They had a lot of interesting points and, as the framing of the topic suggests, fixated upon politics and economics. I think this mode of thought, that our current economic inequality, or environmental crisis, necessitates a political or economic remedy, is a main-stay of many OWS discussions.<br />
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While I agree that certain policy reforms are necessary (inclusion of external costs in accounting, better taxes, etc...), I believe there is a more pressing arena that needs attention. It is not something we can fix by shouting and demanding that our politicians write better laws, but something that requires personal effort and introspection.<br />
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When I listen to my inner voice, I often hear it saying, "I want, I want, I want!" What does it want? It wants food and girls and clothes. It wants to be praised. The more things I give to this voice, the more it wants. This is greed, and I think greed is the fundamental problem.<br />
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Can you fix greed with better laws? Different economic systems? Does greed disappear under socialism? Under a progressive tax code? These conditions clearly affect the prevalence of greed, but I think they're secondary compared to every individual's personal state.<br />
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Melville could easily be describing the behavior of the bankers who initiated the mortgage crisis, the corporations that are responsible for the impending global environmental crisis. Irrational greed doesn't play by the rules of what Melville calls the "law of reason". Why? Because "in heart" they "would seem to riot in complete exemption from that law." The heart is exempt from the rules of law, and the condition of the heart is immune to legislative panaceas.<br />
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My point is not that protesters should stop shouting at corrupt politicians and destructive corporations, but that we're fooling ourselves if we think blaming others is the only answer.JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-88143146152014512382011-10-23T16:16:00.000-07:002011-10-23T16:16:45.165-07:00Paintings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A tanker truck rumbled by, and a blast of wind punched me in the side. Its red tail-lights slid ahead on the straight-line of highway two, streaking across the flat grass-land.<br />
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One should really never ride at night, but the cool, and calm air was too much to resist after a hot and windy day. I slipped my bottle out of its cage and drank down my last few drops of water. I was still riding with zeal at 10 pm on this mid-July night, the stars starting to twinkle on over-head.<br />
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Somewhere ahead–it was hard to say how far–an outpost glittered against the black back-drop of North Dakota night. I decided to make those lights, whatever they were, my destination for the night. I hugged the diminishing shoulder, shuddering each time a vehicle raced by. It was impossible to see the occupants, I imagined they were all single drivers, and each vehicle simply became a hurtling mass of metal, projecting a blinding light in its direction of travel.<br />
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Perhaps an hour later, I arrived at a gas station. It had closed for the day, and I wondered how I would refill my water bottles. As one always does when he wishes a business were open, I peered inside and read the hours of operation. Neither was of any help.<br />
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Rolling around the side of the building, I discovered a parking lot of idling oil tankers, and humming RVs. I was witnessing my first expression of North Dakota's oil boom. The Bakken formation, buried beneath the states of Montana and North Dakota, contains billions of barrels of oil, perhaps hundreds of billions according to some estimates. With recent developments in fracturing technology, and a state-wide tax break for oil drilling, the pace of oil extraction has sky-rocketed in recent years. North Dakota now has 3.2% unemployment, the lowest in the nation. The infrastructure of North dakota is buckling under the stress of job-seeking immigrants, most notably in the housing sector. So people live in hotels, if they can find them, and, more often than not, they simply live in their cars, filling up the parking lots of gas stations and Wal-Marts. Oil rig drivers frequently sleep behind the wheel, at work 24-hours-a-day, 7-days-a-week. Many such workers were dozing in this parking lot.<br />
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My housing prospects for the night were equally dismal, and I decided to set up my tent in a field behind the gas station. Before doing so, I found a 24-hour water filling station, contained within a small wooden structure. I thankfully filled up my bottles, and gulped down the water before bedding down.<br />
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Sometime during the night I was awoken by the percussive slap of rain-drops against my tarp-tent's rip-stop nylon. I was surprised, given the calm night I had fallen asleep to hours before. Nevertheless, I was still dry and I covered my head in my blanket, waiting for the rain to end.<br />
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Then thunder exploded over-head, and a wind began to ripple the side of my tent, blowing its dampening folds into my face. I heard engines in the parking lot rumble to life. The wind became deafeningly loud, and I understood that I was in a bad situation. I felt the rain beginning to blow inside the tent, which was straining to remain rooted in the ground. Then, the strengthening wind began to rip my tent's stakes out of the moist ground. Once the first stake was gone, I was no longer in a tent, but caught up inside a wet ball of nylon.<br />
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Amidst this chaos, the scene blazing with flashes of lightning, I quickly rolled up my sleeping bag and emerged, bleary-eyed and confused, into the roar of the storm, horizontal rain stinging my face. An oil-tanker shined its headlights meanly onto the side of the gas station, and then pulled out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. My tent flapped, wild in the wind, with only one stake remaining in the ground. In the next ten seconds, my brain now pumping with adrenaline and fear, I disassembled my defeated shelter. Clutching my sleeping bag and my tent, I sprinted, barefoot, towards the water filling station, swerving across the warm and wet asphalt.<br />
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The door was difficult to open, locked into place by the steady and powerful push of rushing air. Straining to pull it open, I struggled into the wooden shelter, now groaning and creaking. Inside, the air was suddenly calm, and I stood, dripping in a flickering, white fluorescent light.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Cauliflower Fungus<i> - Sparassis Crispa (</i>edible)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Coral Fungus - <i>Clavaria Formosa </i>(edible)</span><br />
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JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0NFD 5620 Rd, North Bend, WA 98045, USA47.501547172951192 -121.3505172729492246.815064672951195 -122.61394477294922 48.188029672951188 -120.08708977294921tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-37316005093629238192011-09-18T08:31:00.000-07:002011-09-18T08:31:47.032-07:00Summer Sketchbook<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-5834692774644646872011-09-15T21:18:00.000-07:002011-09-15T21:19:31.412-07:00Gandhi on Sustainable DevelopmentIn a recent NY times Op-Ed entitled <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/08/opinion/going-green-but-getting-nowhere.html">Going Green but Getting Nowhere </a>, Gerrot Wagner tries to make the point that individual acts are inconsequential in solving global environmental problems. He suggests that the only route to a sustainable economy is through top-down policy. That's a nice thought, but while we keep waiting, and waiting...... and waiting for policy-makers to do anything regarding the greenhouse gas crisis, maybe a voice from a different era has some insights.<br />
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Gandhi helped lead India to independence, but I think if he were alive today he would be trying to save modern civilization from itself. As he presciently argued in chapter six of his 1919 work, the <i>Hind Swaraj</i>, "this [Western] civilization is such that one has only to be patient and it will be self-destroyed." As we heedlessly pollute our own water supplies and destabilize our fragile climate system, his 100-year old words began to take on a prophetic character.<br />
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Gandhi saw a lot of flaws in Western civilization. He wrote of men "enslaved by temptation of money and the luxuries that money can buy" who "keep up their energy by intoxication", "can hardly be happy in solitude", and who "require something to eat every two hours." What better description of 21st century America with its chaos of purple energy drinks("energy by intoxication"), maxed out credit cards("enslaved by luxuries"), and furiously buzzing social networks ("hardly happy in solitude")?<br />
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We live in a consumer-driven economy. Consumer spending dictates the growth of our economy, and economic policy-makers are desperately trying to get consumers buying again. For example, this <a href="http://blogs.voanews.com/breaking-news/2011/09/08/us-bank-chief-says-consumer-spending-lags/">article</a>: "The chief of the U.S. central bank says American consumers have been “exceptionally cautious” in their spending habits in recent months, one reason that the country’s economy is growing at a tepid pace."<br />
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One of Gandhi's great fears was that India would become a consumer society, dependent on machine-made imports for its basic goods, and the functioning of its economy (in other words, present-day America). In 1922, he wrote that "[it would be] an economic blunder of the first magnitude... to supply cheap bread through huge bakeries established in the chief centres in India and to destroy the family stove." He argued that "instead of half a dozen cities of India and Great Britain living on the exploitation and the ruin of 700,000 villages of India, the latter will be largely self-contained."<br />
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In the quotes above, Gandhi is arguing against centralized production. For Gandhi, <i>localized</i> production is preferable because it grants individuals "economic freedom and equality of all"; it makes one "feel aglow with the possession of power that has lain hidden within himself, and makes him proud of his identity."<br />
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Gandhi would look at the proliferation of big-box stores, multi-national corporations, and global commerce and say, Where is the individual's economic freedom? Where is individual self-respect? Where is identity? He would say, bake your own bread, grow your own vegetables, make your own clothes. Gandhi would buy local food, shop at farmer's markets, eschew Target and Wal-Mart.<br />
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Returning to Wagner and his claim that the individual has no power to "Go Green", I would say, yes, you are right, the individual has little power. But, what about the community? Gandhi saw an India of 700,000 self-contained, <i>sustainable</i>, villages, a nation thriving with local economies. Why not an America of 700,000 local economies? What better way to subvert the environmental carelessness of profit-minded, global corporations than by spending dollars in one's own community? Jobs shouldn't be created by driving up consumer spending so that Wal-Mart will build more stores. People should create their own jobs by, well, by creating.<br />
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A proliferation of local economies does not mean a return to village life. A local economy is a neighborhood of a city that has urban farms, bakeries, breweries, tailors...<br />
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JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-83098406063698417612011-09-06T23:40:00.000-07:002011-09-07T00:08:34.364-07:00Cooking With Chicken Mushrooms (Laetiporus sp.)Following up on my "Reishi Mushrooms Are Awesome" post, here's some Chicken of the Woods! <div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0T8v2vQYXhGyIxLNGoMsaTlaCC9Iu6wJKicpqcprCdDfdvODMzVR0TCDw-jsFW_qwhkGHhSRhG9TX-aq4_RxBiqSp91UrXgcJF0C9DFtLz6p-i1_ogGW7mGiFF6BGPjc2SyVFvs34zA/s1600/IMGP0386.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0T8v2vQYXhGyIxLNGoMsaTlaCC9Iu6wJKicpqcprCdDfdvODMzVR0TCDw-jsFW_qwhkGHhSRhG9TX-aq4_RxBiqSp91UrXgcJF0C9DFtLz6p-i1_ogGW7mGiFF6BGPjc2SyVFvs34zA/s400/IMGP0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649504440150442786" /></a><br /></div>As soon as I spotted these mushrooms growing out of a tree on the banks of the mighty Queets River in the Quinault Rainforest, I knew a few good meals were forthcoming. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1Fv5zFKckYyrGAqV2CENvyCvLtzqXpjg_Adr19Q1lVm0cbKkBhAt5-ZBZ59bXgHtW-HOamz72B3ImXj90qDMDz4h_zJmRacPWOmF0Sy0b23vmheKcPAL0MtcX-UTt_vJWnLVLyCl_Y8/s1600/IMGP0390.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1Fv5zFKckYyrGAqV2CENvyCvLtzqXpjg_Adr19Q1lVm0cbKkBhAt5-ZBZ59bXgHtW-HOamz72B3ImXj90qDMDz4h_zJmRacPWOmF0Sy0b23vmheKcPAL0MtcX-UTt_vJWnLVLyCl_Y8/s400/IMGP0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649505351621576018" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/<div%20id=%22attachment_694%22%20class=%22wp-caption%20aligncenter%22%20style=%22width:%20643px%22><a%20href=%22http://www.dharmabakery.com/blog/wp-content/uploads//Picture-315.png%22><img%20class=%22size-full%20wp-image-694%20%22%20title=%22Picture%203%22%20src=%22http://www.dharmabakery.com/blog/wp-content/uploads//Picture-315.png%22%20alt=%22%22%20width=%22633%22%20height=%22473%22></a><p%20class=%22wp-caption-text%22>Good%20for%20the%20soul,%20right?%20</p></div>">Chicken of the Woods</a> tastes... <div><ul><li>Meaty</li><li>Lemony</li><li><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tastes_like_chicken">Like chicken</a></li><li>Like nothing you've ever tasted before... </li></ul><div><br /></div><div>L. Sulphureus is also good for you!</div><div><ul><li><i>L. sulphureus showed narrow antibacterial activity against Gram-negative bacteria and strongly inhibited the growth of the Gram-positive bacteria tested.</i> <a href="http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0308814606000835">(Turkoglu, 2007)</a></li><li><i>LSL (L. sulphureus lectin) is a novel pore-forming lectin homologous to bacterial toxins. <a href="http://www.jbc.org/content/278/42/40455.short">(</a></i><a href="http://www.jbc.org/content/278/42/40455.short">Tateno, 2003</a>)</li></ul><br /></div><div>Cooking tips: </div><div><br /></div><div><ul><li><i>Chicken Mushroom With Peanut Sauce - </i>Saute with oil, garlic, and ginger. You really can't overcook these bad boys. Once cooked well, combine with a vinegary peanut sauce. I mixed up some Bragg's liquid aminos, natural peanut butter, rice vinegar, honey, and sesame oil to make a strong sauce.</li></ul><div><br /></div><ul><li><i>Mushroom Soup - </i>Simmer in a beer broth with carrots and sweet potatoes to create a hearty soup. </li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLHk974XykYFwWVi_37LjmJd5vPXlYZb7cFf6mTBaZjXvipfSekBm9TGR0HTGMSGbiRVzIOQFEolR_sorvh5wi1XB29FCKEUul2UvzFCLi-TNKgloqzsqLwS4sVr2rd4CWsHnf7XFvx6U/s1600/IMGP0392.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLHk974XykYFwWVi_37LjmJd5vPXlYZb7cFf6mTBaZjXvipfSekBm9TGR0HTGMSGbiRVzIOQFEolR_sorvh5wi1XB29FCKEUul2UvzFCLi-TNKgloqzsqLwS4sVr2rd4CWsHnf7XFvx6U/s400/IMGP0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649508218771934882" /></a><br />Happy Hunting!!<br /></div>JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-18342690471701811292011-08-30T16:16:00.000-07:002011-08-30T17:06:53.805-07:00Copying is CoolThere are a lot of double standards when it comes to plagiarism. Take two topics that are taught in schools: jazz music and writing. Jazz instructors often assign transcriptions, asking their students to learn a particular solo note for note. My saxophone teacher told me that his first conservatory assignment was to learn Louis Armstrong's solo on <i>Potato Head Blues</i>, including the nuanced inflections, the bends, articulations, and vibrato. In other words, his teacher had said, <i>copy it as precisely as you can.</i><div>
<br /></div><div>In writing education, there's a different story. A student who borrows even one sentence risks expulsion. What school doesn't have a strict, and oft-repeated, anti-plagiarism policy? Instead, writing instructors encourage pure originality. <i>Write what you feel. Describe what you see. Recall an experience you had.</i> Or, if the writing is more scholarly, a rigid structure is imposed. <i>Write a five-paragraph essay. Clearly state your thesis. </i>Which of the great writers, I wonder, learned to compose in this fashion? </div><div>
<br /></div><div>When a music student can perfectly duplicate a solo, say the Armstrong solo on <i>Potato Head Blues</i>, (and I mean really duplicate it perfectly, matching the notes so a listener would hear only one instrument) he sounds as good as Louis Armstrong. But, when a poor high school kid goes through the motions of a "five-paragraph essay" it's as good as a five-paragraph essay. That is to say, it has no precedent in the real world of writing -- it's nothing more than a drab exercise.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>It is doubtful that there is a pure analog to the jazz transcription assignment in writing education. If a teacher asked a class to go home and copy, word for word, a passage of Faulkner, any half-brained student would simply locate an online text, and copy and paste. Nonetheless, I think the musical exercise of transcription can offer an important lesson to writing educators. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Before moving forward, I want to make a foundational point: culture, be it musical, visual, or verbal, is passed down from generation to generation by example. We learn to speak by copying. We learn to sing by copying. How often do you see a class of art students sketching famous works in a museum? A painter endlessly glancing back and forth between his canvas and the one he is emulating? </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Pure duplication is too easy to be an effective tool in writing education. But here are some ideas: </div><div>
<br /></div><div><ul><li>Take your five favorite books, all by different authors. Then write a story by arranging sentences that you copy, verbatim, from each book. Cite your sources. </li><li>Find an obscure short story. Continue writing where the author finished, trying to emulate the author's style as much as possible. Then, give the extended story to a classmate and see if she can identify the point at which you started writing.</li><li>Locate an online version of a 19th century novel, say Crime and Punishment. Choose a gripping passage, and copy and paste it into your word processor. Then, revise the text to include 21st century technology, culture, and language. </li></ul><div>My point is, it's impossible to learn how to write like real authors without emulating them and getting a feel for the words. Would a school ever assign any of my ideas? Probably not. In the world of standardized testing and grading rubrics, there's little room for anything other than grid-like structures. Perhaps the reason that schools don't teach emulation of great authors is that such writers might not pass a modern-day test. </div></div><div>
<br /></div><div> </div>JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-36019697952820163592011-08-22T15:33:00.001-07:002011-08-23T10:43:34.189-07:00Wild Reishi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpiHlRqcVoEqZ5TGxG03RJMbVrMs9gqfM_jtz_hv1EtInCz4rL58xsa4LY8lDaT7gKrHkP2E9jFlEFhsEaL5ZJpnFHTERA6QrZCinpW8pmnAfNh5bXOu1b6tHTf9xgXigSa_24TWj2xg/s1600/IMGP0369.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpiHlRqcVoEqZ5TGxG03RJMbVrMs9gqfM_jtz_hv1EtInCz4rL58xsa4LY8lDaT7gKrHkP2E9jFlEFhsEaL5ZJpnFHTERA6QrZCinpW8pmnAfNh5bXOu1b6tHTf9xgXigSa_24TWj2xg/s320/IMGP0369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643812229434191298" /></a>I found this beautiful mushroom growing on a nurse log in a dry creek bed in the Quinault Rainforest, a region of the Olympic Mountains. It is <i>Ganoderma Lucidum, </i>aka Reishi. It's not exactly a tasty mushroom, but I was still excited to find it. Why? Other than being a hand-held post-apocalyptic sunset, this mushroom is one of the most healthful substances known to man-kind. <div>
<br /></div><div>According to Rebecca Wood's <i>New Whole Foods Encyclopedia (</i>as quoted from http://www.naturalnews.com/021498.html) Reishi is "An immunostimulant, it is helpful for people with AIDS, leaky-gut syndrome, Epstein-Barr, chronic bronchitis and other infectious diseases. It is used as an aid to sleep, as a diuretic, as a laxative and to lower cholesterol." I briefly searched Google scholar for medical studies on the fungus and found that Reishi:</div><div><ul><li>"suppressed cell adhesion and cell migration of highly invasive breast and prostate cancer cells, suggesting its potency to reduce tumor invasiveness" (Sliva, 2003)</li><li>an extract of Reishi "enhanced the immune responses in patients with advanced‐stage cancer" (Gao, 2003) </li><li>"intake of G. lucidum caused an acute increase in plasma antioxidant power" (Galer, 2010)</li><li>"The polysaccharides from G. lucidum enhance the repair process [of radiation damaged cells]" (Pillai, 2010) <blockquote></blockquote></li></ul></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>These are just a sampling of the many studies showing powerful benefits of Reishi. Commercial extracts are available for upwards of 40 dollars, but, if you can find a wild specimen, stove-top preparation is quite simple. Just chop up the mushroom and boil the pieces in water for at least an hour. The resulting tea is bitter, but well worth it. </div><div>
<br /></div>JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-32005437341044014662011-08-14T19:54:00.000-07:002011-08-14T22:31:53.244-07:00Thoughts On Vegetarianism"Do you want a burger, or steak for dinner?", Betty asked. <div>
<br /><div>"Well", I said, "I don't normally eat red meat..."</div></div><div>
<br /></div><div>I knew this would happen. Someone had graciously offered me hospitality, and now I was confronted with the difficult decision of rejecting it for a long-held dietary principle. Betty's husband had found me sitting in a shelter outside a school in Caledonia, Ontario, eating lunch next to my bike. It was still early, but a cold and windy day. I was feeling less than enthusiastic about riding, so when he invited back to his house, it didn't take long to accept. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Now I was sitting on the couch, learning the life-story of a Scottish couple who had moved to Canada for opportunity and started a life. In their 20's, they got on a boat and left their native villages for a country with better job prospects. Despite having lived in Canada for over 50 years, I could only barely understand Betty's words through her thick accent. Nonetheless, we talked all afternoon, about her kids, her friend (also named Betty) who came over without asking and had a track-record of uninvited entrances, her work, and the new preacher at church who had strange habits and always showed up late. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>At dinner, she served me left-over pizza, instead of a hamburger or steak. Initially relived, I was surprised to discover the pizza was dotted with bacon and sausage. As they dug in, I thought, this will be the first time I've eaten meat in two years. And it's factory-farm meat on a slice of microwaved pizza! But what could I do? Say no to this offering of kindness? Offend my hosts? </div><div>
<br /></div><div>They already thought I was being picky for declining the beef. "Strange meal you're eating," Betty remarked, looking at a plate of pizza and potato. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Hesitantly, I cut into the slice. The first bite was good, delicious even. I felt the tension dissipate as we ate together. Here we were: myself a 22-year old cyclist, and two 75-year olds sharing dinner. Though I had just met the couple, I felt like we were already friends. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>When it was time for bed, I went upstairs to a quiet room and crawled into bed. The night before I had slept outside in a picnic shelter on the wind-swept shores of Lake Erie. Periods of rain tapped on the roof and contributed to the already flooded lawn. Even though it was late June, the night was cold and blustery. Around 3 AM, two members of the RCMP woke me up with flashlights and demanded to see my identification. Bleary-eyed, I rummaged through my saddlebags for my passport which they then used to see if I was wanted on warrants. After a phone call to a police station somewhere, they found out I wasn't. </div><div>"You can't sleep in a shelter in a provincial park," one of them said. "But, we'll let you stay here for the rest of the night." That night I slept uneasily. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Needless to say, I was happy to be in a warm bed tonight. And, I was happy to have a full meal in my belly. Two strangers, blindly trusting, had taken me into their house, shared their table with me, and given me a place to sleep.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Two days later, I was sitting in a picnic table that was slowly sinking into a muddy field on the side of the road, strumming a few chords on my ukulele. A driver who had stopped came over to see what I was up to, and minutes later I was on my way back to his beach cabin. When we arrived, his wife asked if I was hungry. I can't tell a lie, and she presented us each with a plate of pork chops and potatoes. What could I do? Eating a meal that I would have found revolting weeks before, I was shocked to find myself enjoying the food. The next day, back on the road, my body felt stronger than it had in weeks. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>At this point, my thoughts on diet and vegetarianism were in turmoil. The narrative that I had been developing for years was getting more complicated. Before my trip, I understood diet in terms of ethics and spirituality. I viewed animals as conscious beings, with the ability to feel pain and experience suffering. I saw the meat industry as vigorously capitalistic, ignoring all moral questions in the pursuit of the highest profits. And I saw animal consumption as unnecessary in the modern world, a dietary luxury. A carnivorous diet had no purpose, other than visceral enjoyment, but it had many effects: meat-eating caused needless pain and suffering, and it degraded the environment, polluting water-ways and contributing carbon to a warming atmosphere. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>But then, somewhere in Ontario, I added another piece to this story. Food and diet are not only about ethics. Food is social. We use food to connect with each other. Eating is a bond, a shared experience. In the two cases I just described, complete strangers offered me food as an expression of hospitality, a gesture of kindness. From their perspective, these meals needed to include meat. A vegetarian meal might seem inconsequential, too frugal for a weary and fatigued traveller. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I see a fundamental conflict in dietary choices between ethics and human relationships. Humans are moral creatures, or at least have come to think of ourselves as such. But, at the same time, and perhaps in a more primal and ancient way, we are also social creatures. We thrive in communities. We need friendships to make us happy. And almost all of these inter-personal bonds orbit around a nucleus of shared meals. We cook dinner for our friends. We eat at restaurants together. We barbeque with our schools, workplaces, neighborhoods. And, almost anywhere you go in this country, meat is the centerpiece of these shared meals. Rejecting it makes it hard to share in the essence of the experience. At many of these occasions a vegetarian is an outcast, alienated from the group. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>When I think about diet in terms of ethics, I always conclude that eating meat is wrong. It is an unnecessary action that increases suffering. I simply can't justify that. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>But, this ethical judgment has to be considered in the context of American culture. Whether I think it is ethical or not, most people eat meat in this country. These people are my friends, and eating together is one of the most simple and satisfying expressions of friendship. If meat is on the table, I'm going to join in and eat. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Here are the basics: </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>Why did I do it? </b>To see the country. To be surprised. To have a goal. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>Reading List: </b></div><div>Zhuangzi - Basic Writings</div><div>James Baldwin - Go Tell It on the Mountain</div><div>Leo Tolstoy - The Death of Ivan Ilyich</div><div>Monique Truong - The Book of Salt </div><div>Michael Connelly - Nine Dragons </div><div>John Updike - Rabbit Is Rich</div><div>Margaret Atwood - The Handmaid's Tale </div><div>Amy Tan - Joy Luck Club </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I always traded books, finding a new one at a gas station or a thrift store in a small town I was passing through. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>What was the hardest part? </b></div><div>The wind. After reaching Montana, I faced days of unrelenting head-winds. A day of head-winds is like biking up a mountain, without ever having the opportunity to go down the other side. The wind is loud, and it can make you madder than hell. I cursed at the wind, and called it dirty names. I tried singing to the wind, hoping to appease it. Sometimes I would just lie down and let it blow over me, waiting for it to change its direction. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I spent whole days riding and ended 50 miles from where I began, in a place that was just as flat, windy and empty as the one from which I had left in the morning. Those were the hardest days. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>The easiest part? </b></div><div>Riding with friends. I wish you guys had come farther! In Montana and North Dakota I encountered other west-bound cyclists, Rich in North Dakota and Michael in Montana. When we started riding together, the mile-post signs just seemed to effortlessly float past. Check out Michael's blog: http://2guys1biketrip.com/wp/. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>Number of flat tires: ~</b>10, almost all of which occurred during a particularly frustrating week in Wisconsin and Minnesota. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>Diet: </b>I started as a vegetarian. My last dinner was a Big Mac value meal. The switch to a carnivorous diet wasn't easy, but I don't think I could have finished the trip without eating meat. I have a lot of thoughts about this and I'll explain more later. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>My bike: </b>My bicycle doesn't have a name, but I still love it. A Schwinn "World Sport", it's a steel-frame, 10-speed. I can't believe how sturdy and reliable this bike was. I never had to fix anything other than a flat tire. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>The route: </b>To begin with, it was never planned. In general, I intended on staying north to avoid the heat. That worked well until Montana, when the temperature topped out above 100 degrees for a few consecutive days. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I went through New York, Ontario, the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, and Washington. I biked along the Erie Canal, took a 2-hour ferry across Lake Huron, followed numerous bike paths to their sudden and unannounced terminations, and hugged the shoulders of divided four-lane highways. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>Coming soon: </b>North Dakota's Oil Boom: The New Wild West; </div><div>Flooding in the West: Natural or Man-made Disaster?; </div><div>How a Thunderstorm Made Me Bleed; </div><div>Why Canada Didn't Let Me In; </div><div>
<br /></div><div>and much more.... stay tuned </div><div>
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<br /></div></div>JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553101516385214847.post-32885645037745687212011-04-10T08:08:00.000-07:002011-04-10T09:23:53.844-07:00What would Mizushima say about corporatocracy?"We Japanese have not cared to make strenuous spiritual efforts. We have not even recognized their value. What we stressed was merely a man's abilities, the things he could do--not what kind of a man he was, how he lived, or the depth of his understanding. Of perfection as a human being, or humility, stoicism, holiness, the capacity to gain salvation and help others toward it--of all these virtues we were left ignorant." <div><br /></div><div>"... we were greedy, because we were so arrogant that we forgot human values, because we had only a superficial idea of a civilization."<br /><div><br /></div><div>Take these words, replace Japanese with American, or any number of nationalities for that matter, and I think you have an accurate assessment of the status quo. We define our heroes, our role models, by what they can do, not by who they are. In that way, we are a society of abilities and accomplishments. We hand out resumes listing our achievements and quantify our successes materially, counting dollars and possessions. We neglect, however, to measure humility or stoicism, to quantify our virtues. </div><div><div><br /></div><div>The text which I quoted is from a book called the <b>Harp of Burma</b> written by Michio Takeyama in 1966. [If you want to read this book, which I highly recommend, I'm about to spoil the plot in the next few sentences.] The novel is set in Burma, at the end of World War II, and follows a Japanese troop who have surrendered as prisoners of war. One member of this troop, a soldier named Mizushima who is an especially talented harp player, never returns from a dangerous mission, instead disguising himself as a Burmese monk so that he can roam the mountains for the purpose of properly burying abandoned Japanese corpses. This soldier, the focal point of the novel, speaks the words with which I began this post. </div><div><br /></div><div>Returning to the present, I think that Mizushima's disillusionment is more applicable than ever. Here in America, we hear about Donald Trump's designs on the presidency of the nation. What would it mean for a man defined by his wealth to represent this country? In other news, the city of Quincy, Mass. has elected to <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/06/realestate/commercial/06quincy.html?scp=6&sq=vornado%20realty%20trust&st=cse">corporatize its downtown</a>. Is this the future that Stephenson predicted in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_Crash">Snow Crash</a>? A country divided into corporate city-states? </div><div><br /></div><div>This bubbling crescendo of materiality threatens to crush Mizushima's human qualities of stoicism, humility, and holiness. Such qualities have no place in a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corporatocracy">corporatocracy</a>, thrown under the bus of greed and ambition. </div><div><br /></div><div>If what I'm using words to say doesn't make sense, try looking at it this way: </div><div><br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v490/tiltajoel/?action=view&current=IMGP0328.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v490/tiltajoel/IMGP0328.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>JoelGombinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429392523574252736noreply@blogger.com0