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Kalamazoo, Kazoo, Kazoo

Although it shocks my avid followers when I say it.... I am heading to my 40th college reunion this weekend. It appears it will be a damp and chilly weekend so I think the interior activities will draw us more than the football game. A small if incomplete complement of old friends will be showing up. We have mostly managed to make the rendezvous every five years but will miss the few who have other commitments this weekend (the Band took one and Obama got the other).

I am sure reading about someone else's reunion is almost as tedious as attending one with a spouse or partner. You know no one, you miss all the inside jokes and you realize your favorite bed buddy was young and immature sometime in the distant past. So this will be the first and last mention of the happenings from this weekend.

For those who are alums but won't be making the trek to Kalamazoo, here is a musical reminder of those long ago days. Turn up the volume.

Turtles All The Way Down



"Turtles all the way down" refers to an infinite regression belief about cosmology, the nature of the universe. An infinite regression not so simply implies that each proposition depends on a prior proposition and since each relies on the previous there is no end to the propositioning and therefore no real, baseline knowing. This can lead to circular arguments when one of the propositions is repeated and therefore ultimately depends on itself for its veracity. Most such rhetoric comes from the cosmological argument, which is in itself the search for the First Cause or the answer to the questions: Why are we here? or What is the meaning of life? or simply WTF! First Cause is also the argument for (or against) the existence of God or god or even gods.

But back to the turtles. Rumor has it or at least Stephen Hawking tells it this way:

A well-known scientist (some say Bertrand Russell) gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise." The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?" "You're very clever, young man, very clever", said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!"

This fable more than likely arises from a Hindu cosmology that has the earth resting on an elephant's back and the elephant standing on a turtle. When a wise Hindu scholar was asked what the turtle rested upon, he replied: "Why don't we change the subject."

There are as many explanations of the cosmos as there are or were cultures. Creation myths are as plentiful as the stars in the sky. What I find most interesting is that when you find a true believer in any one explanation and you ask them about any other view, they will tell you it is a myth. But of course, those who adhere to anyone of those other "myths" would label their true belief just the same.

Perhaps rather than turtles, it is really myths all the way down.

As for me, I always carry cat treats and a container of turtle food.
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Bi-Polar Politics

It was another auto trip today and more talk radio but this time with a liberal twist. I had enough of my current book on tape saga and was rapidly approaching my next stop - Ann Arbor, Michigan. Ann Arbor has always been my home away from home. I was raised in a village just 8 miles from here. A2 was the big city when I was young, the University of Michigan is here and the theatres, movies, museums, even one of the very early McDonalds. I also lived in A2 for several years in the early 70s and again from '00 to '06. Approaching this bastion of liberalism, a university town don't you know, I felt it only appropriate to tune in the local NPR station.

What I encountered filling the airwaves was an interview with activist Mike Farrell (B.J. Hunnicut, we were told repeatedly). Mr. Farrell is nearly the perfect liberal. He dedicates his life to issues of social justice. He is soft spoken, open to debate, agreeable to a fault but avidly critical of Obama for not doing enough on health care, immigrant rights and the remainder of the liberal agenda.

Now most of my readers know that I myself have been called a liberal once or twice in my life and therefore the agenda Mr. Farrell epouses is not unfamiliar to me, nor do I oppose it. However, the tone and tenor of his positions reminds me of why liberals so often lose to conservatives. Liberals lack fire. He advocates action over talk, while he talks on NPR; not entirely his fault and he is known for his political participation. But his audience is usually a large group of nodding listeners. The conservatives are angry now but they were also angry while Bush was in office. The venom from the right wing radio is just as nasty today as it was a four years ago. Those folks get worked up and they take action. Liberals really don't want to go down that road, they want a kinder, gentler fight.... Oh, not a fight? Perhaps a spirited debate because that is what democracy is all about.

I am reminded of another political conversation I was involved in back in the early 90s. One often quoted panacea was by the poet Rumi, he wrote:

Beyond right-doing and wrong-doing is a field;
I will meet you there.

Whenever someone made that suggestion, I told them that while they were out in the field, dancing to the orchestrations of the universe, the other side was stealing their chickens.

I had reached my limit of liberal bemoaning, so I hit the fast forward button to lo and behold land on the king of right-wing vileness, the great Limbaugh. It took about three sentences for good olde Rush to remind me that no matter how touchy-feely the left-wing gets, terms like rancid and bilious will always be owned by the conservative militia of the mouth.

For those who would like to explore more of the liberal suffering and conservative confusion. I went shopping at the new monster Whole Foods and found that there is a nacent boycott of chain, set off by a Wall Street Journal Op-Ed piece by the WF CEO.

A quote from the boycott literature: "Whole Foods has built its brand with the dollars of deceived progressives. Let them know your money will no longer go to support Whole Foods anti-union, anti-health insurance reform, right-wing activities."

For a reply to the WSJ piece from the Austin News, see this article. And be sure to have a nice, quiet, middle-of-the-road day.
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photo credit: cellcultureclash.com

The "Other" Midwest



"Midwest" is an extremely imprecise term when applied to the geographic United States. I think it is clear from the map above that I have recently driven though the midwest but should by now have emerged into some other geographic designation. Somehow the mideast never caught on, so some residents of Michigan, Indiana, Illinois and thereabouts believe themselves to be living in the midwest. Clearly the much farther west Iowa and Missouri dwellers should be using some variation of central. The midwest can only reasonably begin around western Kansas and Nebraska, yet those in Colorado, Wyoming and Utah want nothing to do with the label.

Now, you might ask what any of this has to do with the price of Darjeeling in Beijing. The simply answer is . . . nothing. But I have been on the road for four days and two thousand miles and several poker rooms, so basically my brain is gently resting in standby mode. I just wanted to take note that I have made it to the midwest, but then some hard scrabble rattling in my cerebrum launched me off onto that whole geography thing.

Suffice it to say, I am at the end of the road trip east and will be drifting about the Indiana-Michigan-Ohio region for several weeks. Deeper, if not more rational posts to follow. I will offer up an early nostalgia warning, my 40th college reunion looms next weekend.

The Shasta dwelling Midnight tapping me for pets whilst scowling at the intrusive camera.
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photo credits: epodunk.com and cblevins

Pondering the Open Road

I knew when I went undomiciled earlier this year that I would be opening up my geographical plans to whims, chance and necessity. So while I am not surprised that I made a last minute alteration to my eastward travel plans, I am a bit annoyed with myself. I was going to head to the great white north via I-90 but for several reasons I am traveling the middle path on I-80. Unfortunately, I have done this drive several times in the past and was really looking forward to the new country up in North Dakota and Minnesota. But the best laid plans of mice and shrinks, I guess.

I really tried the "looking with fresh eyes" mindset today, but basically it was the same trip on the same highway, even though the Rockies are always impressive. So instead, I focused on a couple of scenes from the screenplay and have lots of digital notes to piece together.


I haven't checked the weather channel yet but maybe I am lucky being a bit further south because I have been through some snow and the remains of what appears to have been a semi-significant storm in Utah and Wyoming the last several nights. Don't know how much white stuff there was further north. Here I was ready to enjoy the falls colors of October, which may turn out to be white and off-white. Hopefully Indiana and Michigan will serve up some Oak yellows and Maple reds before the L.L. Bean has to come out.

For all of my former buddies in the poker world, I did stretch the drive yesterday to make it to the West Wendover and spent five or six hours playing in the Rainbow poker room last night. I will post an updated review over on The Poker Atlas. Let's just say the accommodations, the dinner, the fill-up and the cocktails all flowed from the generosity my table mates.

Tomorrow: Wyoming, more Wyoming and a bit of Nebraska. Wednesday: Nebraska, more Nebraska and a hunk of Iowa. Silos and Corn Oh My!
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photo credit: archives

Tweets, Twitter and Two-Faced-Twaddle

Two experiences in the past 48 hours have led me to write this post and say what dozens of others observers have said before: "Many, if not most users of social media internet sites are completely oblivious to the long term ramifications of what they say and post online."

Recently a friend's kid was going for a job interview. He was told to "read the interview guidelines on the website." Now I went to the site and mostly thought the guidelines were very helpful, particularly for a first time job interviewee. I completely missed the subtleties of the section on employee dress code. It was strongly suggested that the job applicant present themselves in the manner which all customer service members were expected to appear on the job. This was a consumer retail store position and if you walked into any of the retail outlets, you could not help notice that everyone wore white short sleeve shirts or blouses with slacks or a skirt. Ties were not required. You didn't even have to visit a store, there were exemplar employee pictures on the website.

What I missed was that with such a mode of dress you could not hide certain tattoos. Upon a second inspection of the employee photographs, it was clear that this employer did not allow tats or body piercings beyond a limited number of earrings. I checked on West Law and at present it appears that the employer wins on this one. I am sure as the current, heavily inked generation moves higher up in the corporate world there will be changes in policy. But I have to wonder how many career advances will be retarded by some youthful skin art. I know, I know, who wants those jobs anyway. Well, I am willing to guess that the answer in many cases will be the thirty-five or forty year old with two kids and a fading satan on his forearm. As my friend Birrell says: "Tattoos: the only permanent impermanent creation."

Wait you say, this post was about social networking.

This comes from from the coverage of the final table at the World Series of Poker Europe from last night. Yes, I know, I am out of poker. But the example is just too ripe to avoid. The finals heads up competition was down to one of the poker world's favorite players: Daniel Negreanu. He was up against Barry Shulman, the publisher of CardPlayer magazine and not a favorite of many in the poker world. It was a classic confrontation between good and evil, light and dark, satan and... well you get the idea. The problem is it was really just two guys playing poker in London (with about a half a million dollars difference between 1st and 2nd place).

However, in the online immediacy of the social media (Twitter, FaceBook and the various poker forums) it was good against evil. No problem it's the internet, who cares? Well the problem for me is that many members of the poker writing community, that is those who call themselves journalists; those folks were actively rooting for Daniel Negreanu and often making derisive comments about Mr. Shulman at 140 characters a slander.

Again so what?

Well, as I have mentioned before; the openings for poker writers is dwindling every day. Hopefully, at some point the poker economy recovers but if and when that happens, who do you think will get the calls for the recovered jobs? I know if I were hiring, I would check your resume and the I would take a look at your Twitter postings and your FaceBook page. I would want to know who I could count on for fair and honest reporting. And I would make that decision based on what you have written in the past.

This is really simple. Your brain works incredibly fast on an incalculable number of thoughts and computations. If you write them down and post them on the web, they never go away. It is simply a matter of common sense, a bit of understanding of personal boundaries and some small modicum of understanding that not everything you think should be in the public domain.

Lots of the writing on the internet does not stand any sort of ethical test, which is fine. The net is the net. But when you work there, when you derive income from what you post, you should perhaps ponder the effects of spewing out your inner most thoughts or your random upsets into the great, eternal void of cyberspace. Just like that fading tattoo, your words will never go away and sometime in the future you may well be judged or hired (or not) because of something you just had to type and send after one too many glasses of cabernet.

Let the writer beware.
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art credit: archives - title: social media clutter

Pictures of Earth

If someone hasn't already sent you these earth-from-space photographs (yes that is a real photo above). You will be getting them from several friends in the next few days I am sure. These particular shots are a couple of years old but they are making a internet renaissance in a new format. All of these photos were taken from the Space Shuttle. I may have mentioned in the past that I suffer from a small addiction to pictures from the Hubble Space Telescope, but Hubble never turns it's cameras on the Earth, it can't focus on something so close!

Here is a link to one of the many sites where these images are posted. If you find them at all interesting, I strongly recommend downloading the PowerPoint presentation called Blue Beauty (just google picturesofearth.pps). The photos are so much clearer and make a much stronger impression viewed in a full screen PP mode. I don't know when I first saw these but I did not see them in the PP presentation, it really makes a huge difference in size and contrast.

While the night shot of Africa above is my favorite, there is one of Iceland that is so impressive. You know how they say Iceland is green and Greenland is ice; well maybe not so much. I am sure you will have your own favorite

Try to ignore the somewhat over-the-top words and music that accompany the PowerPoint slide show, sometimes people actually can't help themselves and try to enhance perfection.
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photo credit: NASA and Gaia