One senior's travels on the knowledge path to Moksha, using poetry, essays, and stories as a means of transportation.
- The Ancient Hippie
- Retired from 10 years in the Canadian Navy, and 28 years in the Canadian Diplomatic Service, with postings in Beijing, Mexico City, Sri Lanka, Romania, Abu Dhabi, Guyana, Ireland, Trinidad, and, last but not least, India.
Thursday, 23 December 2010
The Gift: A Christmas Story
The box under the tree
wasn't wrapped in shiny paper;
didn’t have a bright red bow.
It was rather battered,
wrapped in torn brown paper
tied up with dirty string,
but the tag held his name:
he gingerly unwrapped it
and opened the lid.
With a mental “whoosh”
the contents assailed his senses.
* * *
The boy played with his wind-up train set
under a tree decorated
with sparse baubles
brought from a home
that now seemed far away.
His baby sister gurgled on the blanket
beside him,
while his mother sang in a kitchen
warmed with the smell of cocoa.
The young man,
lonely as he worked the midnight shift
on this bright Christmas morning,
thought of Christmases past,
and smiled.
The sailor, hitching home
over snowdrifted roads,
awaited the next car
to take him a few more miles
closer to home,
closer to family warmth,
and mincemeat pies.
The memories of family,
all much loved, some long dead;
of friends far away
in time and place:
mental milestones of happiness,
and of heartbreak:
the friendly ghosts
of seasons past.
* * *
The battered box
vanished from his mind
as he watched the activity
beneath the sparkling tree.
The children,
surrounded by presents,
added noisy counterpoint
to the carols on the stereo.
His wife, long accustomed
to his Celtic melancholia,
smiled as he wiped
a single joyous tear.
His Gift was memories,
a sense of family,
of continuity,
and love.
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Greyhavens Toast
Here’s to past and future friends,
to loved ones we hold dear:
here’s to those here with us now,
and those who can’t be here.
Here’s to those who have passed on,
their memories with us still:
here’s to building a better world,
with love, peace, and goodwill.
Season’s Greetings from Greyhavens
Wednesday, 20 October 2010
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Quantum Magic: The Case for Meditation
I was possessed
of a kind of
spell, I suppose
in which
I was watching me,
being me
living my life
understanding
that the perspectives
are Infinite
but the effects
of the Possession
linger
Aum
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
The Flower Garden
The man revelled in the beauty of all things,
the woman had a deep appreciation
of order and the aesthetic.
Together they raised a family,
where harmony, balance,
and love was the standard.
Their cottage was neat, and,
although small and rather common,
reflected the love within
through the medium of a flower garden.
This simple garden made allowances
for the occasional flowering weed,
for the less flamboyant blossoms,
for the wild, for the climbers,
for the ground covers:
simple blooms all,
yet, together
they made a garden
fragrant and beautiful,
balanced and thoughtful,
with unexpected nooks,
where one could find
a strong sense of peace.
In the nearby town
people with kindred spirits
prospered, loved,
helped the less fortunate,
and gave guidance and comfort
to the troubled,
care and treatment to the ill,
fostering an environment
of respect and tolerance.
Towns and cities with similar qualities
comprised a respected country
with global peers,
equal amongst equals.
Their green planet floated,
alone and serene,
in a single universe,
where order and balance reigned,
and chaos was kept at bay.
In my world
chaos rules:
corporations plan a New World Order
in which a self-appointed elite
control politicians who mandate
military adventurism,
and banks cause orchestrated crashes
to transfuse tax monies
into corporate coffers.
The middle class is demoted,
through loss of wages and benefits,
and repeal of social programs,
to the role of serfs,
accepting part-time work
to fuel a consumer frenzy
of overextended budgets,
of credit financing,
encouraged by compliant media.
Religions hate each other
while preaching love;
people are demeaned and killed
for their sexual preference;
others are ridiculed for their ethnicity,
or their handicap,
or the way they speak,
or who their parents are:
people hate,
and that hate engenders
and empowers
a brutish rage that rules,
and ultimately affects us all.
In my universe,
one of innumerable that coexist forever,
chaos produces a cloud of energy
attracted by our global negativity,
that rushes,
at the speed of light,
to destroy the cosmic balance,
and any flower garden
that could ever have existed.
Monday, 4 October 2010
The Waiting Room
Hindus believe that only Brahman exists, and all else is illusion (maya), including all creation. According to Hinduism, there is no start or finish of creation, only continuing successions of life and death. The soul (atman) of man is a "spark" of Brahman trapped in the physical body. Repeated lives or reincarnations (samsara) are required before the soul can be liberated (moksha) from the body. An individual's present life is determined by his efforts in previous lives (the law of karma), and the physical body is ultimately an illusion (maya). Bodies are usually cremated, and the soul goes to an intermediate state of punishment or reward before rebirth into another body. Reincarnations are experienced until karma has been removed and the individual soul is reabsorbed into Brahman.
Http://allaboutreligion.org
The Waiting Room
Humanity’s main conceit is that
we have an egocentric view
of our world,
of the universe,
of eternity.
Both science and religion teach
that much is beyond
our feeble understanding.
Still, though, we continue
our frantic and self-centred race
through a life
concerned solely
with hedonism,
with possession,
with sensation,
with status.
.
We pay slight attention
to salvation,
to atonement,
to the divine retribution
required by vengeful gods.
We ignore scientific knowledge,
preferring instead
the joy of instant gratification.
We abjure prudence,
swearing fealty
to the golden calf
of indulgence.
What, then, if the Vedas are correct,
and we all return to Brahman
for our Karma to be weighed,
attaining moksha,
or reincarnation?
What, then, if the Bible is right,
and we can live forever
through sincere belief?
What, then, if quantum cosmology is correct,
and other universes exist
near enough to be touched?
Our senses tell us
that here is now,
that then is past,
that when is tomorrow.
Imagine our surprise
when we discover the profound Truth
that our lives
are merely tickets,
upon which we inscribe,
through our living,
the destination to which we depart
from this waiting room
of Now.
Thursday, 16 September 2010
The Visitor
Autumn came visiting today.
Dog and I were sitting on the verandah,
sniffing the air,
feeling the sun,
hearing the chakra of the wind
and the mantra of the pines.
She was a little piqued
that I had so quickly forgotten
all we had shared
last year.
Her pure cool breath
whispered truths
that caused me to forget
frivolous Summer.
We danced, briefly,
in the crisp sunlight
of the sympathetic day,
until Dog turned away,
seeking his own elemental,
or an errant scent.
She awakens me,
and, in the purity of her days,
refreshes my spirit,
and bestows
tranquillity, harmony,
and peace.
~James D. Fanning
16 September, 2010
Friday, 3 September 2010
Thursday, 2 September, 2010 30 C and Rising: Day Five of the heatwave
This has been a great summer in Nova Scotia, and, after our past winter, I believe it is a sampler of what global warming is doing to our cold North Atlantic shores.
Today was a time machine: the heat (30C) and the humidity (humidex 38C) to me back to Abu Dhabi, Sri Lanka, Guyana, Trinidad and Tobago, Thailand, and, of course, mother India. I had temporarily forgotten how the solid heat weighs you down, making you capable, at the top of the day, of little more than
a) huddling in the air-conditioned spaces, or
b) putting on your sarong, and sitting on the patio drinking cold beer, cold drinks, tea, fresh lime juice and soda, and just being in the time, in the place, in the moment.
I recalled being at our house at 6, Bel Air Springs, Georgetown, Guyana, sitting on the back screened verandah, looking out at our fan palm, and mango trees, with the sea wall beyond, just across the main highway to New Amsterdam. The heat, with the Kiskidee bird, constantly asking, “Qu’ est que dit?” The cattle egrets hunting in the drainage ditches for tasty morsels.
Transported, as well, to the heavy humidity of the savannahs, staying at the old Water Conservancy Lodge, a 30 minutes boat trip through ever-changing channels. The legs of our beds set in cans of water to keep the crawlies out...ever conscious of the family of tarantulas that lived under the back step.
And going swimming in the conservancy, after being told to slap the water to frighten away the piranha, and having those same piranha pan-fried that evening during the two hours we had the generator going for lights. And the howler monkeys in the trees at the edge of the jungle, just as the morning sky pinkened, preceded the heat.
Timeshift to Trinidad, sitting on the back patio in the monsoons, with the rain falling straight and heavy to the earth, splashing upwards from the force of the impact. With humidity so thick that, if you looked closely at the grass on the back lawn, you could not see the earth beneath, just a shimmering, as though peering into another dimension.
Visits to the Asa Wright Centre, in the heart of the Northern Range, where the dampness of the rain forest permeated your clothes, and the only relief was plunging into the cold mountain spring-fed pool with small waterfall. Magical, then the scores of birds coming to the feeders on the verandah of the Dining Room/Bar...with the heat all around, stirred by lazy overhead fans.
Sometimes, wonderful things happen in one’s life: La Tranquilidad cottage on Tobago. The cottage was set on a large lot, just across the road from a deserted beach, secure on a fenced lot, it was built in the form of a rectangle, with the bedrooms, baths were on the north, and west sides, kitchen and open living area on the south side, solid wall and barbeque area and bougainvilleas to the east, pool boys/gardiner gate at Northeast, in the centre opened to the sky and the living area is the rectangular pool. Our own private swimming pool !!! We would bring Venus, our nanny/cook/friend, over with us to share the chores. Vacation time for all. Loads of fresh lime soda, and Carib Beer in the fridge.
Shark and Bake, with Shado Bene sauce, and Carib Beer at Maracas Beach on the North Coast, and driving up, up through the rain forest until the coast spread below us, sparkling in the sun.
...and halfway around the world...
The Corniche rimmed a harbour veiled with heavy humidity. With temperatures of 40C, Terry and I would escape on our little 15' fibre glass Piranha, driven by a big 60 Merc. Pack the beer and frozen water packs, towels, bathing suits. A 20 minute run would take us to our “Jungle River” where a narrow creek fed into the vast waterway complex around Abu Dhabi. These waterways were made almost entirely of a fine white sand, that constantly shifted to form new channels, and islands. We would haul up the boat, and just lay in the water, which was warm bath temperature...
On the other side of the UAE peninsula, was the old trading port of Khor Fahkhan. The hotel was right where the 5 mile long sand beach was stopped by the coastal hills. Now these hills were not your nice grassy slopes kind of hills...I mean, like these hills were young mountains, rough, tough, and ready to rock and roll. Very stark and moonscapish. But the shoreline in front of the hotel sloped gently out into the Arabian Sea, where, about a hundred metres out, the bottom dropped out of the ocean.
We would swim around the rocks, at the feet of the young mountains, surrounded by bright vegetation, and brighter fish, until the sudden look at the abyss drove us, shivering, back to the safety of the beach.
Staying at the Polhena Reef Gardens Rest House on the South Coast of Sri Lanka. At night the ceiling fans do not penetrate the stillness within the cotton mosquito netting, and the night birds and weird things control the night, and you hear them, in the damp stillness, living their lives. Into the sea at first light, cool and magical coral gardens, with schools of fish flashing around us. And the terrible humidity of the night I ate a really hot devilled prawns dish that guaranteed my night be spent between the toilet and the shower. Sigh!
Then overnight at the Tangalle Beach Hotel, with balconies looking out, towards next landfall, Antarctica, oceans away. Driving with all windows open, the A/C is useless in this rental car, up into the Hill Country, past waterfalls, with monkeys playing in the water of the pool.
...to be continued...
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Brane Waves
“The central idea (in brane cosmology) is that the visible, four-dimensional universe is restricted to a brane inside a higher-dimensional space, called the "bulk". The additional dimensions are compact, in which case the observed universe contains the extra dimensions, and then no reference to the bulk is appropriate in this context. In the bulk model, other branes may be moving through this bulk. Interactions with the bulk, and possibly with other branes, can influence our brane and thus introduce effects not seen in more standard cosmological models.” –Wikipedia
Brane Waves
We stumble through our lives,
sometimes fortuitously,
on occasion catastrophically,
seeking meaning,
searching for light
in our Cosmic darkness.
Of our four dimensions,
only Time becomes our focus,
our Grail,
as it inevitably slips through
our failing grasp.
Could it not be, though,
given the unknowable complexity
of Reality,
that we are buffeted
and changed,
by the unseen Realities
that surround us?
Is our minuscule existence
fleeting or eternal;
in constant change
or fixed
in a perpetual Now?
When our Time ends
could we not simply
be colliding with another Brane,
perhaps named Reincarnation?
Could death not be the result
of an encounter with the Bulk,
bringing an enlightenment,
a return to the Source,
that could be called
Brahman?
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Canadian Government
http://timestranscript.canadaeast.com/opinion/article/1171329
Credo: Conclusions (*)
We are shown how to conduct ourselves through examples set down in various holy books.
The commonality of such guidance, received from such widely diverse sources, suggests to me a guiding and common humanity...a reference to a common font of truth.
The concept of Brahman tells me that Now is only one aspect of a reality that is constantly changing, growing and reducing.
Brane cosomology tells us that a different reality may only be a millimetre away.
Mandelbrot shows us that everything is simply a pattern that repeats, varying slightly, through dimensions we are only just beginning to suspect exist.
Religion, to me, has never been about accepting what someone else tells me is the best way to access a god: it has always been about personally searching for what is true, and, upon finding truth, test its transparency by holding it up against the fierce light of logic, finally to weigh the data against what my "heart/soul/atman" tells me is real.
It seems to me that I have found what to a Buddhist would be enlightenment;
to a Hindu moksha;
to a Christian salvation:
I have found a belief that I truly feel presents an intellectually plausible, and morally laudable, concept by which to live, and to grow, now, and in each and every possible iteration that may be.
This is my concept, and applicable only to me.
I do not ask others to believe or accept it: that is between you and your reality.
If, however, anyone might find food for thought within my conclusions, please partake.
I am happy with these “Conclusions”:
they have been a long time coming.
Credo: Conclusions (*)
I believe that,
at the moment of our death,
we are instantly rejoined with all that we ever were.
We will exist simultaneously
with all the events that have made up our lives.
We will be aware:
we will have the power,
at all temporal levels of our existence,
to change
all aspects of our lives,
constantly,
for the better.
We will labour with joy.
The changes that we make will spiral,
a constantly changing Mandelbrot fractal,
and we will exist in all of the spirals,
and be aware.
We spiral inward and outward,
in all dimensions,
each new loop swirling towards perfection.
We will know that,
although we will always strive to achieve a perfection
that seems attainable,
perfection exists only in the perfect joy
of being responsible and appreciative
in this moment
of existence.
I know that this is true:
I am doing it now.
I am living in this moment,
knowing that this moment is only
one constantly changing spiral,
in which each fractal iteration
contains an awareness of self.
This is Brahman,
and I am part of it.
~James D. Fanning
11 August, 2010
* My conclusions are based upon the following sources:
For moral guidance:
The Torah, The Koran, The Bible, The Vedas, The Upanisads, Gautama Siddharta, Gandalf, Terry Goodkind, walking in the fog with Ranger, dear Terry, my children, and, last but by no means least, the incredible Sherri S. Tepper.
For intellectual satisfaction:
Mandelbrot, Quantum Mechanics in general, and String Theory and Brane Cosmology in particular, Pachelbel’s “Canon”, M. C. Escher, Pink Floyd’s “Animals”, the wonder of language, and the foundation of my life, Robert Frost’s wonderfully ironic “The Road Not Taken.”
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
The Lack of Real News
http://www.themarknews.com/articles/2003-the-lack-of-real-news
Monday, 9 August 2010
Yet another view on the Christian Right
http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Fascism/ChristianRight_AmerFascism.html
Saturday, 7 August 2010
Faith and Foolishness (Scientific American
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=faith-and-foolishness&sc=WR_20100804
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Monday, 28 June 2010
One Protester's View of the G20 Weekend
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My friend and I had planned to attend the G420 parade and peacefully demonstrate, unfortunately we were late arriving and the GO train stopped running to Union Station and we had to get off at Danforth, take the subway, then walk south to the protest area. While doing this a few unmarked SUV's raced into an intersection, blocked it off very forcefully yelling at people that they cannot walk down the street, I believe it was North of the protests on Yonge. We took a right turn and saw more police down the street and went down an alley which was unguarded. We were in! We walked around for awhile looking at some of the broken windows commenting how sad it was that people would be so violent and completely unproductive.
Eventually, we found a march which we joined up with, it was a mixture of groups including CAW, first nations and water rights. We marched peacefully chanting for some time until the riot police in full gear stepped out into the street and stopped us. We chanted let us through for some time and then a parade ended up on the other side of the street too also facing another line of police. After an hour, maybe less, all four sides of the intersection had a protest group blocked by police. The police then went about bullying people and splitting the group by use of riot police. I cannot stress enough everything here was entirely peaceful, probably 15,000 people.
After that I went for dinner at a friends downtown apartment and watched on TV. We saw what was occurring on Queen street and made sure to avoid that type of violence. We found another protest parade who was holding a sit in and had been surrounded by riot police, blocking in the sitters. Crowds started forming chanting "let them out, let them out" which the riot police eventually did and everyone started to march and chant. We managed to get down by the fence where we had a very small demonstration then continued to march. We marched over to the Novotel Hotel, where the French delegation and possibly a German delegate were staying. We sat down right in front of the hotel and began a demonstration. After 5-10 minutes riot police showed up in front of us and demanded we move. We told them this was a peaceful sitdown protest and nobody would be leaving. After some negotiations and many threats on the part of the riot police, who were all dressed up in gas masks and all, it was agreed that if everyone in the crowd gave the peace sign the riot line would step aside and allow us to continue to march. Unfortunately this was just a trick to keep everyone there, in the time it took us to get everyone to give the peace sign at the same time another police line formed behind us trapping us. The lines then began charging forward and grabbing people. They eventually arrested everyone, 200-300 peaceful protesters, including 2 reporters, 1 for the National Post and an independent one. The NP reported received some facial damage, a cut or a black eye, there were so many people who were injured I forget which was on who.
So now begins the saga and the G20 Detention Center which I have named the G20 Torture center. When I arrived the entire bus of innocents I was with were placed in a holding cage which did have a bathroom and we were provided with water, at this point everything was OK. As the night went on the place got busier and busier and the conditions got worse and worse. Up to processing everything was O.K. they were very unorganized keeping tracked of everyones personal belongings though. Once through processing things took a hard U-turn to torture town. In the area I was in 6 people forced to sit a 6 foot by 9 foot concrete slab covered in an 8 foot high cage. Every person got 2 square feet, not even close to enough room to sleep, therefore we were deprived of sleep and forced to sit in incredibly uncomfortable positions, I believe this is called torture.
In addition to the basic conditions bathrooms were hard to come by the same as water, both you had to beg the guards for. Then the guards would laugh and snicker and eventually take you to the bathroom, water you had to wait for the set times for it to be handed out. Then you would get a very small sytrofoam cup (of all things), and only 1. In addition, there was no access to lawyers or the telephone. I argued for 20 hours before I was allowed to speak on the phone to tell my family I was OK and not dead. I had been told 1 minute before going to the phone that they were being used then a different officer took me, one I had built a relationship with over the course of his shift and had been asking to use the phone the entire time, so he relented. There were about 15 phones and nobody was on any of them. I was told they didn't have enough guards to allow people to use the phones. I doubt I need to point out by access to a phone is a Charter Right and cannot be denied.
Now I will talk about the guards personally, some were extremely nice people and I felt bad that the ISU would put them into such a position, but others seemed to revel in torturing the protesters, one officer dressed in riot gear told me and I quote "I enjoy bashing the heads of protesters." But please keep in mind many of the guards were extremely nice and treated me and the other protesters with the most respect possible, and it was returned for the most part.
After speaking to a lawyer I was released a couple hours later since they were nearing the 24 hour limit of holding me without charge, I would point out they told me all day they were waiting for paperwork to release me which is total bullshit. Coincidentally everyones paperwork arrives nearly 24 hours after they were arrested, bullshit. When I left I was pleasantly surprised by a waiting group of protesters whom cheered and gave me some proper food. The food in the torture center was a piece of processed cheese on a bun, nothing else, no nutrition at all.
My friend was also arrested and was placed in a holding cell with 40 people zip tied for 24 hours, with a 15 year old kid. I haven't had a chance to talk to him much to get his story but he said he is going to write it up so I will share that as well.
Unquote.
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Non Confidence - V's at Parliament Hill, Ottawa
Tigana Too, protest artist extraordinaire, designed this apt and poignant poster.
Monday, 7 June 2010
Does the Internet Make You Smarter?
* The Wall Street Journal
* THE SATURDAY ESSAY
* JUNE 4, 2010
Does the Internet Make You Smarter?
By CLAY SHIRKY
Digital media have made creating and disseminating text, sound, and images cheap, easy and global. The bulk of publicly available media is now created by people who understand little of the professional standards and practices for media.
Instead, these amateurs produce endless streams of mediocrity, eroding cultural norms about quality and acceptability, and leading to increasingly alarmed predictions of incipient chaos and intellectual collapse.
1.8 billion Estimated number of Internet users world-wide
But of course, that's what always happens. Every increase in freedom to create or consume media, from paperback books to YouTube, alarms people accustomed to the restrictions of the old system, convincing them that the new media will make young people stupid. This fear dates back to at least the invention of movable type.
As Gutenberg's press spread through Europe, the Bible was translated into local languages, enabling direct encounters with the text; this was accompanied by a flood of contemporary literature, most of it mediocre. Vulgar versions of the Bible and distracting secular writings fueled religious unrest and civic confusion, leading to claims that the printing press, if not controlled, would lead to chaos and the dismemberment of European intellectual life.
Journal Community
These claims were, of course, correct. Print fueled the Protestant Reformation, which did indeed destroy the Church's pan-European hold on intellectual life. What the 16th-century foes of print didn't imagine—couldn't imagine—was what followed: We built new norms around newly abundant and contemporary literature. Novels, newspapers, scientific journals, the separation of fiction and non-fiction, all of these innovations were created during the collapse of the scribal system, and all had the effect of increasing, rather than decreasing, the intellectual range and output of society.
To take a famous example, the essential insight of the scientific revolution was peer review, the idea that science was a collaborative effort that included the feedback and participation of others. Peer review was a cultural institution that took the printing press for granted as a means of distributing research quickly and widely, but added the kind of cultural constraints that made it valuable.
We are living through a similar explosion of publishing capability today, where digital media link over a billion people into the same network. This linking together in turn lets us tap our cognitive surplus, the trillion hours a year of free time the educated population of the planet has to spend doing things they care about. In the 20th century, the bulk of that time was spent watching television, but our cognitive surplus is so enormous that diverting even a tiny fraction of time from consumption to participation can create enormous positive effects.
Wikipedia took the idea of peer review and applied it to volunteers on a global scale, becoming the most important English reference work in less than 10 years. Yet the cumulative time devoted to creating Wikipedia, something like 100 million hours of human thought, is expended by Americans every weekend, just watching ads. It only takes a fractional shift in the direction of participation to create remarkable new educational resources.
34.5 hours Time an average American spends watching television per week
Similarly, open source software, created without managerial control of the workers or ownership of the product, has been critical to the spread of the Web. Searches for everything from supernovae to prime numbers now happen as giant, distributed efforts. Ushahidi, the Kenyan crisis mapping tool invented in 2008, now aggregates citizen reports about crises the world over. PatientsLikeMe, a website designed to accelerate medical research by getting patients to publicly share their health information, has assembled a larger group of sufferers of Lou Gehrig's disease than any pharmaceutical agency in history, by appealing to the shared sense of seeking medical progress.
Of course, not everything people care about is a high-minded project. Whenever media become more abundant, average quality falls quickly, while new institutional models for quality arise slowly. Today we have The World's Funniest Home Videos running 24/7 on YouTube, while the potentially world-changing uses of cognitive surplus are still early and special cases.
That always happens too. In the history of print, we got erotic novels 100 years before we got scientific journals, and complaints about distraction have been rampant; no less a beneficiary of the printing press than Martin Luther complained, "The multitude of books is a great evil. There is no measure of limit to this fever for writing." Edgar Allan Poe, writing during another surge in publishing, concluded, "The enormous multiplication of books in every branch of knowledge is one of the greatest evils of this age; since it presents one of the most serious obstacles to the acquisition of correct information."
The response to distraction, then as now, was social structure. Reading is an unnatural act; we are no more evolved to read books than we are to use computers. Literate societies become literate by investing extraordinary resources, every year, training children to read. Now it's our turn to figure out what response we need to shape our use of digital tools.
The cognitive effects are measurable: We're turning into shallow thinkers, says Nicholas Carr.
The case for digitally-driven stupidity assumes we'll fail to integrate digital freedoms into society as well as we integrated literacy. This assumption in turn rests on three beliefs: that the recent past was a glorious and irreplaceable high-water mark of intellectual attainment; that the present is only characterized by the silly stuff and not by the noble experiments; and that this generation of young people will fail to invent cultural norms that do for the Internet's abundance what the intellectuals of the 17th century did for print culture. There are likewise three reasons to think that the Internet will fuel the intellectual achievements of 21st-century society.
First, the rosy past of the pessimists was not, on closer examination, so rosy. The decade the pessimists want to return us to is the 1980s, the last period before society had any significant digital freedoms. Despite frequent genuflection to European novels, we actually spent a lot more time watching "Diff'rent Strokes" than reading Proust, prior to the Internet's spread. The Net, in fact, restores reading and writing as central activities in our culture.
The present is, as noted, characterized by lots of throwaway cultural artifacts, but the nice thing about throwaway material is that it gets thrown away. This issue isn't whether there's lots of dumb stuff online—there is, just as there is lots of dumb stuff in bookstores. The issue is whether there are any ideas so good today that they will survive into the future. Several early uses of our cognitive surplus, like open source software, look like they will pass that test.
The past was not as golden, nor is the present as tawdry, as the pessimists suggest, but the only thing really worth arguing about is the future. It is our misfortune, as a historical generation, to live through the largest expansion in expressive capability in human history, a misfortune because abundance breaks more things than scarcity. We are now witnessing the rapid stress of older institutions accompanied by the slow and fitful development of cultural alternatives. Just as required education was a response to print, using the Internet well will require new cultural institutions as well, not just new technologies.
It is tempting to want PatientsLikeMe without the dumb videos, just as we might want scientific journals without the erotic novels, but that's not how media works. Increased freedom to create means increased freedom to create throwaway material, as well as freedom to indulge in the experimentation that eventually makes the good new stuff possible. There is no easy way to get through a media revolution of this magnitude; the task before us now is to experiment with new ways of using a medium that is social, ubiquitous and cheap, a medium that changes the landscape by distributing freedom of the press and freedom of assembly as widely as freedom of speech.
—Clay Shirky's latest book is "Cognitive Surplus: Creativity and Generosity in a Connected Age."
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Friday, 4 June 2010
Friday, 23 April 2010
The man who would be king
The man who would be king
Friday, 16 April 2010
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Thursday, 18 March 2010
Identifiers of a Fascist State
With profound thanks to:
http://www.informationclea
I have paraphrased from the above reference. I leave you to make your own conclusions, but my reading is that Canada, under PM Harper satisfied 12 of the 14 qualifiers to a greater or lesser extent.
Begins:
These identifiers were developed from an examination of the following regimes:
Nazi Germany, Fascist Italy, Franco’s Spain, Salazar’s Portugal, Papadopoulos’s Greece, Pinochet’s Chile, and Suharto’s Indonesia.
1. Powerful and continuing expressions of nationalism. From the prominent displays of flags and bunting to the ubiquitous lapel pins, the fervor to show patriotic nationalism, both on the part of the regime itself and of citizens caught up in its frenzy, was always obvious. Catchy slogans, pride in the military, and demands for unity were common themes in expressing this nationalism. It was usually coupled with a suspicion of things foreign that often bordered on xenophobia.
2. Disdain for the importance of human rights. The regimes themselves viewed human rights as of little value and a hindrance to realizing the objectives of the ruling elite. Through clever use of propaganda, the population was brought to accept these human rights abuses by marginalizing, even demonizing, those being targeted. When abuse was egregious, the tactic was to use secrecy, denial, and disinformation.
3. Identification of enemies/scapegoats as a unifying cause. The most significant common thread among these regimes was the use of scapegoating as a means to divert the people’s attention from other problems, to shift blame forfailures, and to channel frustration in controlled directions. The methods of choice—relentless propaganda and disinformation—were usually effective. Often the regimes would incite “spontaneous” acts against the target scapegoats, usually communists, socialists, liberals, Jews, ethnic and racial minorities, traditional national enemies, members of other religions, secularists, homosexuals, and“terrorists.” Active opponents of these regimes were inevitably labeled as terrorists and dealt with accordingly.
4. The supremacy of the military/avid militarism. Ruling elites always identified closely with the military and the industrial infrastructure that supported it. A disproportionate share of national resources was allocated to the military, even when domestic needs were acute. The military was seen as an expression of nationalism, and was used whenever possible to assert national goals, intimidate other nations, and increase the power and prestige of the ruling elite.
5. Rampant sexism. Beyond the simple fact that the political elite and the national culture were male-dominated, these regimes inevitably viewed women as second-class citizens. They were adamantly anti-abortion and also homophobic. These attitudes were usually codified in Draconian laws that enjoyed strong support by the orthodox religion of the country, thus lending the regime cover for its abuses.
6. A controlled mass media. Under some of the regimes, the mass media were under strict direct control and could be relied upon never to stray from the party line. Other regimes exercised more subtle power to ensure media orthodoxy. Methods included the control of licensing and access to resources, economic pressure, appeals to patriotism, and implied threats. The leaders of the mass media were often politically compatible with the power elite. The result was usually success in keeping the general public unaware of the regimes’ excesses.
7. Obsession with national security. Inevitably, a national security apparatus was under direct control of the ruling elite. It was usually an instrument of oppression, operating in secret and beyond any constraints. Its actions were justified under the rubric of protecting “national security,” and questioning its activities was portrayed as unpatriotic or even treasonous.
8. Religion and ruling elite tied together. Unlike communist regimes, the fascist and protofascist regimes were never proclaimed as godless by their opponents. In fact, most of the regimes attached themselves to the predominant religion of the country and chose to portray themselves as militant defenders of that religion. The fact that the ruling elite’s behavior was incompatible with the precepts of the religion was generally swept under the rug. Propaganda kept up the illusion that the ruling elites were defenders of the faith and opponents of the “godless.” A perception was manufactured that opposing the power elite was tantamount to an attack on religion.
9. Power of corporations protected. Although the personal life of ordinary citizens was under strict control, the ability of large corporations to operate in relative freedom was not compromised. The ruling elite saw the corporate structure as a way to not only ensure military production (in developed states), but also as an additional means of social control. Members of the economic elite were often pampered by the political elite to ensure a continued mutuality of interests, especially in the repression of “have-not” citizens.
10. Power of labor suppressed or eliminated. Since organized labor was seen as the one power center that could challenge the political hegemony of the ruling elite and its corporate allies, it was inevitably crushed or made powerless. The poor formed an underclass, viewed with suspicion or outright contempt. Under some regimes, being poor was considered akin to a vice.
11. Disdain and suppression of intellectuals and the arts. Intellectuals and the inherent freedom of ideas and expression associated with them were anathema to these regimes. Intellectual and academic freedom were considered subversive to national security and the patriotic ideal. Universities were tightly controlled; politically unreliable faculty harassed or eliminated. Unorthodox ideas or expressions of dissent were strongly attacked, silenced, or crushed. To these regimes, art and literature should serve the national interest or they had no right to exist.
12. Obsession with crime and punishment. Most of these regimes maintained Draconian systems of criminal justice with huge prison populations. The police were often glorified and had almost unchecked power, leading to rampant abuse. “Normal” and political crime were often merged into trumped-up criminal charges and sometimes used against political opponents of the regime. Fear, and hatred, of criminals or “traitors” was often promoted among the population as an excuse for more police power.
13. Rampant cronyism and corruption. Those in business circles and close to the power elite often used their position to enrich themselves. This corruption worked both ways; the power elite would receive financial gifts and property from the economic elite, who in turn would gain the benefit of government favoritism. Members of the power elite were in a position to obtain vast wealth from other sources as well: for example, by stealing national resources. With the national security apparatus under control and the media muzzled, this corruption was largely unconstrained and not well understood by the general population.
14. Fraudulent elections. Elections in the form of plebiscites or public opinion polls were usually bogus. When actual elections with candidates were held, they would usually be perverted by the power elite to get the desired result. Common methods included maintaining control of the election machinery, intimidating an disenfranchising opposition voters, destroying or disallowing legal votes, and, as a last resort, turning to a judiciary beholden to the power elite.
ends.
Friday, 12 March 2010
We can haz democracy | rabble.ca
THIS is what the new movement for true parliamentary democracy is all about!
Well said, Christopher White.
We can haz democracy | rabble.ca
Things Are Different In My Bubble
“In the chaotic inflation theory, a variant of the cosmic inflation theory, the multiverse as a whole is stretching and will continue doing so forever, but some regions of space stop stretching and form distinct bubbles, like gas pockets in a loaf of rising bread. There exists an infinite number of such bubbles which are embryonic level I multiverses of infinite size. Different bubbles may experience different spontaneous symmetry breaking resulting in different properties such as different physical constants.” –Wikipedia (italics are mine)
Things Are Different In My Bubble
Why do I feel that
the contents of Now
have been dumped in my head long ago?
Could it be one rehearsal,
by actors unknown,
in part of a great quantum show?
I may just be wrong,
but this egocentric perspective
could be a distorted intrusion
of a different reality bubble
bumping my own pet illusion.
In a strange quantum space
could I not be there,
intruding in some being’s head,
causing serious doubt,
of reality or truth,
and some consternation,
or dread?
Is life, as we know it,
a non-linear trip,
in which we exist
through illusions?
Could our Dharma be nudged,
by reality bubbles,
to serendipitous quantum conclusions?
Saturday, 6 March 2010
Banks are the reason behind continued War on Drugs
Drug money saved banks in global crisis, claims UN advisor
Drugs money worth billions of dollars kept the financial system afloat at the height of the global crisis, the United Nations' drugs and crime tsar has told the Observer.
Antonio Maria Costa, head of the UN Office on Drugs and Crime, said he has seen evidence that the proceeds of organised crime were "the only liquid investment capital" available to some banks on the brink of collapse last year. He said that a majority of the $352bn (£216bn) of drugs profits was absorbed into the economic system as a result.
This will raise questions about crime's influence on the economic system at times of crisis. It will also prompt further examination of the banking sector as world leaders, including Barack Obama and Gordon Brown, call for new International Monetary Fund regulations. Speaking from his office in Vienna, Costa said evidence that illegal money was being absorbed into the financial system was first drawn to his attention by intelligence agencies and prosecutors around 18 months ago. "In many instances, the money from drugs was the only liquid investment capital. In the second half of 2008, liquidity was the banking system's main problem and hence liquid capital became an important factor," he said.
Some of the evidence put before his office indicated that gang money was used to save some banks from collapse when lending seized up, he said.
"Inter-bank loans were funded by money that originated from the drugs trade and other illegal activities... There were signs that some banks were rescued that way." Costa declined to identify countries or banks that may have received any drugs money, saying that would be inappropriate because his office is supposed to address the problem, not apportion blame. But he said the money is now a part of the official system and had been effectively laundered.
"That was the moment [last year] when the system was basically paralysed because of the unwillingness of banks to lend money to one another. The progressive liquidisation to the system and the progressive improvement by some banks of their share values [has meant that] the problem [of illegal money] has become much less serious than it was," he said.
The IMF estimated that large US and European banks lost more than $1tn on toxic assets and from bad loans from January 2007 to September 2009 and more than 200 mortgage lenders went bankrupt. Many major institutions either failed, were acquired under duress, or were subject to government takeover.
Gangs are now believed to make most of their profits from the drugs trade and are estimated to be worth £352bn, the UN says. They have traditionally kept proceeds in cash or moved it offshore to hide it from the authorities. It is understood that evidence that drug money has flowed into banks came from officials in Britain, Switzerland, Italy and the US.
British bankers would want to see any evidence that Costa has to back his claims. A British Bankers' Association spokesman said: "We have not been party to any regulatory dialogue that would support a theory of this kind. There was clearly a lack of liquidity in the system and to a large degree this was filled by the intervention of central banks."
Friday, 5 March 2010
Constitution in Crisis
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I had a dream
in which I awoke this morning
to find I was enslaved.
Signposts had presented themselves,
I remembered, on the pathway
to today,
but I was too engaged,
too occupied within my Now,
to be concerned.
I had a dream
in which my freedoms were compromised,
whittled away slice by slice
until nothing remained
but these chains.
One slogan at a time,
false promise upon outright lie,
patriotic flags waving,
martial music playing,
our shackles forged
while we cheered.
I had a dream
that my children embraced their fetters,
and accepted what they weren’t,
leaning into the yoke.
The responsibility was mine,
but I was too involved, within me,
to look outward,
to see the uniforms,
the intimidation,
the slander,
to sense the absolute arrogance
of power.
I had a dream
in which I failed
in all I had believed in,
in all that I had hoped for tomorrow.
My silence forged my chains;
my indifference turned the key.
I awoke this morning
to find I was enslaved.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
What is happening to my Canada?
Friday, 19 February 2010
Canadian Mosaic
and my people spread
from sea to sea to sea
thousands of years ago.
I am Canadian,
and we settled and farmed
from Annapolis
to Hochelaga,
as our freight canoes,
our coureurs de bois,
opened the west.
I am Canadian,
and we died on the plague ships,
famine driven
from our Emerald Isle.
I am Canadian,
and our clans produced
politicians and engineers
to build a growing land.
We are Canadian,
and war-weary
we arrived from Balkan hills,
from Baltic shores,
Scandinavian lakes and forests,
from Mediterranean family farms,
from the windswept Russian steppes.
We are Canadian,
and our Commonwealth ties,
brought us from the Caribbean,
from Pakistan and India.
We brought new religions,
new customs to weave
into a bold mosaic.
We are Canadian,
and the warlords,
and slavery of the Middle Kingdom,
drove us from our homes,
and the spirits of our ancestors,
to struggle in a strange new land.
We are Canadian, in’shallah,
and we arrive from the Muslim world,
seeking social advance,
and tolerance,
freedom and inclusiveness,
together in a better land.
We are Canada’s future,
the children of immigrants.
We seek to avoid the baggage
of hate and prejudice
that came on the backs of our parents;
and yes, we stumble,
we err,
but together we dream a dream
of a shared tomorrow,
a future of tolerance,
of inclusiveness,
of a better life.
We are the Canadian mosaic
that is our Canada today,
reflecting on our past,
while building our tomorrow.
Friday, 12 February 2010
The Politics of Fear: Tough on crime, soft on truth
Soft on truth
When you look beyond the paternalism, cynicism, genuine concern -- whatever motives drive the Harper government's punitive approach to crime -- only one question matters. Is it effective?
Will closing Vancouver's safe injection site, Insite, reduce drug addiction and related crime? Will imposing six-month minimum jail sentences on anyone caught with as few as five marijuana plants inhibit pot-smoking among teenagers? Will expanding prisons reduce violence in our streets?
Most legal experts, criminologists, addiction researchers and street-level health workers, along with many police chiefs and past reports from Parliamentary committees, say "no" -- as does the experience of other "tough-on-crime" jurisdictions.
It may be emotionally satisfying to punish evil, or express revulsion, with harsher sentences, but it is widely held -- by those who actually work in the field -- that prevention, better policing, services for the mentally ill and poverty alleviation are more useful if the goal is to make communities safer. The Liberals even used to believe that, before they became bashful.
But this government mistrusts experts, rejects evidence that doesn't confirm its own beliefs and dismisses critics as weak and deluded. It seems to believe most criminals, like willful teenagers, only need the threat of a few months in the slammer to see the light -- downplaying the fact that so many crimes are impulsive, and so many criminals mentally ill, addicted, or scarred by horrific abuse themselves. Not the types, in other words, to consider consequences before they act.
And curiously, despite its righteousness, the government isn't above resorting to mendacity itself. Both Prime Minister Stephen Harper and Justice Minister Rob Nicholson, for instance, have excoriated the "Liberal-dominated" Senate for, in Harper's words "eviscerating law and order measures urgently needed and strongly supported by Canadians."
In fact, as Senate Liberal leader James Cowan outlined convincingly this week, it was the unexpected prorogation of Parliament that "gutted" the Conservative anti-crime agenda.
Last session, the government introduced 19 crime bills and 11 were still before the Commons at prorogation. Of the eight that went to the Senate, four were passed. Two were still being debated when Harper pulled the plug, and another -- a Senate-initiated attempt to end the long-gun registry -- was withdrawn after a similar Commons bill passed.
Another bill, which would prevent convicts from subtracting two days from their sentences for every one day already served, was passed by the Senate in October and only died because cabinet didn't enact it quickly enough.
Nor was a bill cracking down on auto theft stalled in the Senate for six months, as Nicholson claimed -- at least, not entirely by Liberal senators. The delay was partly the result of a scheduled summer break.
Only the marijuana bill -- it would impose a mandatory minimum six months in jail for anyone caught with five or more plants -- was significantly amended. After hearing from a parade of witnesses that mandatory minimums are ineffective in dealing with drug crimes (a conclusion backed by a 2001 justice department report), Liberal Senators voted to leave it to judges to decide sentences for anyone caught with fewer than 200 plants.
An irritated Nicholson has vowed to reintroduce the bill in March, when Parliament resumes -- but here's another curiosity. The Hill Times reported recently that, in 1988, Nicholson, then a Progressive Conservative MP, was vice-chair of a Commons committee that recommended against mandatory minimums, except for repeat violent sex offenders. Asked about this apparent change of heart, the minister's spokes-person noted the drug world and values have changed. But the facts haven't. As New Democrat Libby Davies noted: "What they are doing is not based on evidence, whatsoever. It's a political stance."
The same can be said of Harper's implacable resistance to Insite -- a modest clinic in Vancouver's downtown east side, where addicts can get clean needles and access to medical care. The clinic doesn't provide drugs, but, through a legal exemption, allows addicts to administer their own narcotics.
Intended to get addicts out of back alleys and reduce the transmission of disease through dirty needles, the pioneering clinic has considerable community support: leading B.C. politicians, provincial courts, Vancouver police, doctors and, after initial resistance, local businesses. But the Harper government has announced it will challenge the special exemption at the Supreme Court, because it believes the clinic encourages drug use.
It doesn't bother providing facts, or even arguments; it appeals, as usual, to resentment, ignorance and frightening headlines that obscure the fact that crime rates have been declining. And, with the brave exception of Bloc Québécois leader Gilles Duceppe, most of Harper's political opponents, including those who know better, are afraid to object. If Conservatives were as concerned with victims as they claim to be, the effectiveness of crime-fighting measures would be paramount -- not their political appeal. And they'd be counselling wisdom in this complex issue, not revenge.
Susan Riley writes on national issues. E-mail: sriley.work@gmail.com
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
On the Edge of Something
“The holographic principle is a property of quantum gravity and string theories which states that the description of a volume of space can be thought of as encoded on a boundary to the region—preferably a light-like boundary like a gravitational horizon. First proposed by Gerard 't Hooft, it was given a precise string-theory interpretation by Leonard Susskind.
In a larger and more speculative sense, the theory suggests that the entire universe can be seen as a two-dimensional information structure "painted" on the cosmological horizon, such that the three dimensions we observe are only an effective description at macroscopic scales and at low energies. Cosmological holography has not been made mathematically precise, partly because the cosmological horizon has a finite area and grows with time.
The holographic principle was inspired by black hole thermodynamics, which implies that the maximal entropy in any region scales with the radius squared, and not cubed as might be expected. In the case of a black hole, the insight was that the description of all the objects which have fallen in can be entirely contained in surface fluctuations of the event horizon. The holographic principle resolves the black hole information paradox within the framework of string theory.” –Wikipedia
For further reading, see “black hole information paradox” in Wikipedia, and elsewhere.
On the Edge of Something
Sometimes, when the clamour of strangeness
echoes in my mind,
and a sense of remembered wonder
dismays me,
I abandon dogma and logic
and follow the sound
Elsewhere.
Does it all, then, come to this?
A sense of dislocation,
a hazy feeling of déjà vu,
a sudden awakening to a dimly recalled dream,
in which my life is a grainy,
and slightly distorted,
picture in a Fifties black and white sitcom.
Could it be, then,
that our universe is simply coded information
written on the event horizon
of some massive black hole?
Are we bit and bytes
representing the memory
of a reality that has gone before?
Does this, perhaps, explain
why we refuse to learn
from a bloodied history?
Is this why we are unable,
consistently,
to right repeated wrongs?
It seems we may simply be the memory
of that which has been done,
and, at the moment of absolute,
of cataclysmic, cosmic destruction,
set aside, complete,
to be played again,
and yet again.
Saturday, 6 February 2010
How Harper controls the spin - thestar.com
How Harper controls the spin - thestar.com
Monday, 18 January 2010
In a (parliamentary) league of our own
In a (parliamentary) league of our own
Sunday, 17 January 2010
Smug Canada is NOT cool
Leah McLaren
Published on Friday, Jan. 15, 2010 2:27PM EST Last updated on Saturday, Jan. 16, 2010 9:05PM EST
Dear Canada:
Who would have thought, a year or two ago, that things would be looking so good for you? It all starts off so innocently, doesn't it? Without really meaning to, you find yourself at the top of the international heap. All the cool kids who used to lord it over you are suddenly at the bottom. Your prim moral certitude and sense of restraint turned out to be your ace. The conservative economic policies that made you seem so boring, so beige, so unerringly moderate, paid off. And then some.
In other words, my dear nation, you are vindicated. And frankly, it feels pretty good. You're a teeny bit chuffed with yourself, and why not? It's nice to be appreciated, for once, especially when you're such a modest wallflower.
And then your success builds on itself. Your ego blooms. You've got a hot date with the Olympics and a health-care system that's the envy of your neighbours to the south. Your biggest city is booming, the real-estate market is in a lather of condo development and bank profits are on the rise. Suddenly you're riding high, while the cool kids of yesteryear are trying to figure out how to fix the mess they've made of their lives. I mean, they've got issues you don't – rising unemployment, decimated markets, bank bailouts to contend with.
But hey, it's not your problem, right? Your consumer confidence is strong, you're beginning to emerge from the cocoon of cultural inferiority that has been your psychological home for too many years to count. In metaphoric terms, you're losing some weight, getting a new haircut and enjoying your smaller, firmer butt. Slowly but surely, you're beginning to believe your own hype.
So you think, why should I bother calling my old friends back? Why should I drive this beat-up car? I'm a star. Don't you hear me? A star! You throw caution to the wind. You decide to take a couple of months off from being a legislative democracy. You need a vacation, after all, to rest up for your other hot date with the G20 in June.
And now it's official, you're smug.
But I have a message for you, Canada: I liked you better before you got successful. Before the superiority set in. Back when The Beaver magazine was called The Beaver, not self-important Canadian History.
Smugness, after all, breeds a false sense of security. It makes politicians ignore the needs of voters and animal trainers think they can feed their snuggly pet tigers by hand. It deludes people into thinking they can raise breast-cancer awareness by posting their bra colour on Facebook and a gang of suburban weekend warriors into believing they can blow up the Toronto Stock Exchange. In short, smugness is breeding a cocky arrogance in this country and I, for one, don't like it.
All things considered, Canada, you were nicer in the early nineties, when there was barely a Conservative Party to speak of and Montreal apartments were cheap and plentiful. You were depressed back then, always wandering around in sweatpants, stroking your greasy mullet and moaning about the collapse of Meech Lake and the impact of the North American free trade agreement. You were a mess, but at least you were honest.
Now you're so up on yourself it's getting obnoxious. I'm all for national pride, but this is ridiculous. Once upon a time, a person got some respect for daring to leave the land of free health care and Tim Hortons iced capps. But not today. If you choose these days to reside outside Canada (as I do most of the year), people look at you like you've chosen to join an unpleasant, money-sucking cult. “Why would you want to live in England when you could be in Toronto?” a friend asked me recently. “The economy's so much better here.”
It's this kind of reductive provincialism that really irks me about you these days. I think it's great that you're feeling good about yourself, but do you really have to be such a jerk about it? Some of us live in places where the economy is in the toilet and we'd rather not be constantly reminded of how the recession left you so “relatively unscathed” that you're building a new wing on the cottage. Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to brag?
The real danger of smugness is the way that it imbues people and nations and, in your case, an increasingly arrogant Prime Minister's Office with a sense of superiority – one that makes them believe they're exempt from the rules. Well, guess what, Canada? You're not so special. Prorogation is not just a failure of democracy but a triumph of self-satisfaction. It is a national embarrassment that, I fear, will be forgotten once people trade in watching figure-skating finals for expressing their outrage on Facebook.
This is, after all, what the smuggies in Ottawa are counting on. Don't let them win, Canada. Let's return to our roots. Be humble, be modest, bring back the inferiority complex. The truth is, you were nicer (and healthier) that way.
The Ancient Hippie
Welcome, and Namaste
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream