First criteria to all lefty arguments is how screwed up the system is and how harmed everyone is.
This is testable and false. More of us live longer and have more comfortable lives than anyone else in history.
Second criteria: the market is fundamentally bad.
Also testable and false. Open markets is linked with all sorts of positive outgrowth, less human rights abuses, and generally better lives for almost everyone.
Third criteria: you must agree with me or you're an idiot.
See, lefties, maybe even more than others, still distinguish themselves through consumption patterns, hold themselves in high status, and find lots of reasons to avoid dissonance, including not updating their worldview.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
1) Laughter is a waste of breath. To laugh is to show, simultaneously, that we don't need the breath for something else, mainly running
2) Laughter shows vulnerability. When we want to signal comfort, we can use laughter to do it. We do not have to use breath to run away = we are comfortable
3) However, laughter also can show dominance; it can be used as a show: I don't need to use this breath to run because I'm not scared of you.
When we are nervous, we often laugh to try for a return laugh, which could signal comfort. We are also trying out a little dominance; we are testing the waters for a response.
Posted by hmm at 9:17 PM
Monday, August 13, 2012
I try not to hate the routine. I try hard to stay energized. I try to find meaning in the grey cubicle world that so many would long to relish. I am pushed into many meetings. I am forced to compel numbers toward electronic transmissions. Am relegated to the inside of my head. Have difficulty expressing the humor I feel everywhere. Have lurking suspicions of eavesdroppers just out of my visual field. Award myself for discipline. Plan to accomplish too much.
Plan on grand connections that are asexual, but manifestly full.
Barely succeed in running out, the doppler effect of my scream changing tone for all those but me.
Posted by hmm at 10:14 PM
Saturday, August 11, 2012
We don't know whether God exists.
We do know that social bonding rituals are strong.
We do know that group coherence is a primarily important feature of future human generations and survival generally.
Role playing (specific designated functions) are also highly necessary, and specialization creates fields of expertise that take years to understand and learn.
It is intuitive to think that, above the structures of specialization that we've created, someone, a boss maybe, a super manager, must be watching, and that such an entity by default has more perfect knowledge, because only that entity has access to all the information.
The ideal of an all-knowing systems manager is behind assertions of God's truth. But we are partial imperfect knowledge knowers, so we by necessity, cannot know whether God exists.
That doesn't stop most of us appealing to the notion of grand authority, and because group dynamics are strong, doesn't stop groups from causing conflict with other groups who hold different conceptions of authority.
The problem: human-created authorities are endless. Hence towns of only 3000 with 7 denominations to worship in come Sunday.
The secondary problem: if there's not a grand systems manager up there, however abstract, the meaning for our role-playing as well as we might isn't quite as crystal clear.
Posted by hmm at 9:16 AM
Sunday, August 5, 2012
I've been looking through a lot of bios lately. There's one thing in common with these bios (mostly of writers, but artists in general, and professors, and anyone who uses their mind to create stuff that's artistic or artful): they all long to get this kind of far away, but deadly serious, look. Inevitably, there's those little white sort of reflection bubbles in their eyes, and their cheeks are rosy, and the focus in their eyes is, how can I say it: unfocused, relaxed, peaceful, IN COMMAND, and also: hungry and desirous, nay, ravenous. How the fuck do they get those two looks into one picture like that? As if they'd just had an incredibly potent orgasm and then dove right back into an intense game of chess. THAT is the look, my friends, and you too should start to perfect it if you dare.
Posted by hmm at 12:48 PM
Saturday, August 4, 2012
There are the types of friends who you go to because you want your ego restored. You've been insulted, or you feel insulted, or you're just feeling crummy, and seek them out because they support your conception of your self as it already was. They're shoring up the cracks.
Then there are different types of friends. Those who don't worry about how you're going to maintain your image. They're not disrespectful. Perhaps they are even more respectful because they don't placate false versions. They push you harder than you push yourself at times. They tell good truths. They falsify nothing. They're honest and it hurts, but out of the hurt comes a stronger version of you. These friends are harder to listen to at first, like some good music, but with time develop to reveal layers that the other types of friends can't conceive of, no matter their assertions to the contrary.
Of course there are straight up strategic friends, and there are people who only seek strategic friends, and only know friendship as strategy. And there are lots of people who seek out friends only to assuage their own egos. And that does upset me, yes.
But other people exist. And they won't always be easy to know, to spot, that is, or to know over time, but they'll be much more varied and understanding and they won't placate. There's something to that.
Posted by hmm at 1:14 PM