Sunday, October 27, 2024

Ideal Democracy and Puke Politics

I wrote the first draft of this note two days ago. Yesterday I trashed it, which isn't unusual. Actually, if a note gets to the editor, it continues through a dozen revisions or so until I get busy with something else.* 

The note I trashed wasn't good enough. Originally I called it "Puke Politics" because it was about the sickening decline of political discourse in many aspiring democracies. Where that essay failed was in not redirecting our attention to the ideal. Therefore this note makes a point of the ideal to remind us of where we have fallen short.

Here's where we are headed, Puke Politics:
control and exploitation of the people,  
by whomever speaks the biggest lies, most damning insults, and catchiest slogans, **
winner take all.

Ideal Democracy is hard to pin down but Abraham Lincoln made a good try:
government of the people,
by the people,
for the people.

Making that ideal happen isn't so easy, and it seems to be slipping away. We are going to lose it unless we make the effort to be the change we want to see in the world, (according to Ghandi). At a minimum we need to
-pay attention,
-seek the truth,
-
understand the duties of belonging to a free society,
-balance self interest with mutual respect and restraint and fairness and generous compassion,
-honour the rights of others including minorities,
-do the hard work to make things better. ***

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Yours truly is the editor of these notes. All my fault.

** NYC Trump Rally: Associated Press, Oct 27 2024
Obscene antiTrudeau slogans: Front Burner, April 2024
Downgrading of India's Democracy: Soutik Biswas, BBC, March 2021

*** 236 words so far. More words about ideal Democracy in this week's Beyond the Walls worship at the Canada East Mission legislative conference of Community of Christ. 


Tuesday, October 22, 2024

You're Welcome

We are currently listening to an audiobook by M.C. Beaton, one of her Agatha Raisin mysteries. I think of these stories as making murder fun, in fact, making the whole range of hyperbolic histrionics hilarious. In the current story, the murder weapon is rhubarb. I'm forgetting my chemistry. I had to Google the "poison in rhubarb". It's oxalic acid. I knew that once. I also had to look up truculent and lugubrious, typical British descriptors for two of the suspects in the mystery. My vocabulary is shrinking, but thanks to Agatha I have retained these two words that were almost gone yesterday. Another 10,000  or so have already departed unnoticed.

One of the words I still know is free as in free choice, free will, and freedom. Paradoxically, our understanding of the word free is one of the determinants of behaviour that makes us more or less free. Our confusion arises from using the word free without defining it or using it to mean different things without saying so. If we assume we are not free, we may blame our mistakes on circumstances, setting us free of blame. If we assume we are free to choose, we must accept responsibility for the consequences even when there are antecedents of our behaviour that are beyond our control; and so we wind up in jail. So it would be better to be free-smart rather than free-not-so-smart. * (note below)

Free-smart would be recognizing that free is a relative term which is always paired with its opposite, determined. Nothing is absolutely free. Nothing is absolutely determined. Everything is somewhere on a free-determined spectrum . To prove my point, today's news reports that a woman in Australia was stuck head-down in a rock crevice for seven hours when she tried to retrieve her cellphone. A moment before she reached for her cellphone she was free not to risk getting stuck. Once stuck, she was not-so-free, but even then she was free to keep breathing and wait while they rescued her, or else die of fright. I am free to lose my porridge imagining the situation she was in, but also free to think about something else.

I will think about something else. I am still plodding through Robert Sapolsky's book, Determined, in which he attempts to dispose of free will by making determinism absolute. According to Robert, the will is  determined by genetics, epigenetics, brain structure, hormones, environment, circumstance, experience, culture, the gut microbiome, and so on. The will is determined, period. It makes absolutely no difference whether you are stuck in a crevice or wondering what sentence to type to have some fun with murder. Your next move is absolutely determined.  

Robert can define the will as he chooses, which means he has a choice. So do I. I will define the will as relatively free: that is, sort-of dependent on genetics, epigenetics, brain structure, hormones, environment, circumstance, experience, culture, the gut microbiome, and so on; but also sort-of generated by the recursive interaction of an active mind with all the determining factors presented to it. My name for this is free will. Robert can call it hokum if he wants. He is free to do that. He doesn't even have to ask permission. He can just assume that he is absolutely free, ** (note below) although he won't admit it because he is trying to prove otherwise. 

I haven't finished the book. I suspect that Robert isn't absolutely deterministic. He's pretending in order to have fun with us and sell his book. For my part, I will admit that the predetermined mental equipment and external circumstances are relevant to the choices one makes. So we are sort-of determined, and we are sort-of free to make what we will out of our circumstances. 

If you retrace what I have previously written, you will notice that I have used the word free rather freely, with different flavours of meaning. You might say that each of these two views is embedded in an unacknowledged paradigm. There are two paradigms: the universe as a whole, and the universe composed of discrete things. 

Holistically thinking, we may imagine the universe as a dense, evolving  cause-effect web with a woman stuck in crevice because the web caught her in dopamine mediated addiction to her cellphone. The cellphone passes the blame to social media. So TikTok gets the blame until it is passed on back to indifferent parenting and then handed off to an economic system that impoverished family life, and so on until it reaches the Big Bang, which is where the blame starts along with everything else. This is all hypothetical, of course. The woman had reasons and perhaps it was more than TikTok. Maybe she needed her cellphone because she was expecting her lover to call and make up after their spat the evening before. Perhaps the cellphone was new and not yet paid for and she can't afford another. Then there is the issue of salience, meaning the importance of various determinants (fear , TikTok, love, money, etc.) and salience is the product of brain structure and a lifetime of accumulated experience tagged with emotion. There are numerous other connections, some unknown and some unknowable even to the woman at the moment she chooses to retrieve the cellphone. Furthermore, when she gets stuck, she is a determining cause of other events, such as putting a rescue team to work for several hours. Clearly the woman is not separate from the web; she belongs to the web. If we try to predict what happens next, the complexity of the task is daunting. Therefore, the holistic paradigm is of limited utility.

Alternatively, we simplify by dividing the universe into discrete things and paying attention to what is immediate, close by and important. Within that paradigm, the woman is an autonomous agent, weighing the loss of cellphone against the risk of falling into the crevice. Her choice may be determined by numerous causes including causes she is not aware of in a causative network reaching back to the big bang. Nevertheless, she is somewhat aware; and therefore her mind in the moment is a good, though imperfect, predictive and motivational tool. She makes a choice because she can. We think of her as a discrete agent, not as an object helplessly caught in a web of causation.

Alas, it's difficult. When we get stuck on a difficult word, we are sort-of free to redefine it and sort-of dependent on people like Robert who write stuff so we don't have to do the thinking. If we accept someone's absolute definitions, we may be assuming that person knows more than is knowable and is more certain than is justified by evidence. In fact, even Robert can't explain or predict choices any better than a guess with an estimate of probability. The universe rolls the dice and we play the odds.

You are free to think things through or trust your gut.* I choose to be relatively free from arrogant absolutes, make appropriate use of all the different ways of thinking about this, and be happy that I have a say in what happens next.  

This hasn't been fun, has it. *** (note below) Anyway, you have to concede that, whatever we call it,  free will is sort-of nice. 

You're sort-of welcome. 

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(*) Free-not-so-smart? That is, free to act without much thought. I won't say free-dumb which would be sort-of clever but disrespectful of people who are unable to speak freely.

(**)  Note to self: the free-determined spectrum is different than the free-constrained spectrum. Don't get muddled.

(***) Way too many words, 1060. But then, I am free to exceed my arbitrary 500 word limit. You are free to think of this as a bonus sized note to make up for my skimpy efforts during the summer.
"Thanks anyway, but keep it short next time," I hear you say truculently.
"You're welcome," I answer lugubriously.

Thursday, October 17, 2024

Powerless

We were watching TV last night. The lights went off just after the world news and just before bedtime. I switched on an electric candle, which gave us some light for a few seconds before its battery died. I stumbled to the bedroom and found a flashlight. When I got back to the TV room, there was Dorothy stuck in our powerless recliner couch. She had to scramble out around the footrest to get free. Then to bed where darkness was OK for a time.

Around 4:00 AM I awoke from a strange dream about how optimism distorts reality, an undigested bit of blog stuck in the hippocampus. While I lay there staring into the cold dark, the lights came on. Then the heat pump kicked in and the house began to warm up. By the time I arose, everything was back to normal except the clocks on the appliances. They needed to be reset. Oh, and the computer. It usually goes to sleep, but this time it was unresponsive, which meant I had to press the restart button instead of tickling the mouse. Woe is me.

We heard today that a drunk driver had taken out a power pole.

The point of this not-so-baleful tale is that we have become dependent on reliable, cheap energy and don't dream of being without it for long. Try imagining a day or a week or a year when switches do nothing: no morning coffee, no wifi, no drive to work, no work to walk to, no elevator to escape the condo, nothing on the shelves at the grocery store; just freezing in the winter dark; and finally no tool but a shovel to dispose of the corpse. Write your own book of things that don't work without energy. Last chapter: include eight billion people without the necessities of life or death. 

Watch the pilot episode on the TV news while the remote still offers control. We get energy by laying waste to the biosphere as if we are drunks. When we can't get what we want by exploiting nature, we withdraw into tribes and bomb the neighbours until nobody has what they want. Long live the sun, earth, air and water, viruses, bacteria and fungi, algae, meadows and forests, insects, fish, reptiles, amphibians, birds, mammals, every sort of sapiens and all the miracles I left out. They are a regenerating system to which we belong as poorly behaved late arrivals. If we use things up faster than they can regenerate, we're done. Alternatively, shall we respect the world that has spawned and sustained us, and restrain our appetites? 

Our not-so-remote control
is right here between the ears in the hippowhatsis.
We can choose the Future Channel
and The Story of Our Children
and whether there will be
yet another season of this saga,

or we may collide
with what gets in our drunken way
and finish
powerless.

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New Hearing in Youth Climate Case: Jordan Olmstead, CBC News, Oct 17, 2024

Politicians Pour Fuel on an Overheating Planet: David Suzuki and Ian Hannington, Oct 17, 2024


Saturday, October 12, 2024

Thanksgiving in a Time of Bad News

We give thanks for the good things: family and friends, food, home, clothing, medical care, education, peace. But things are mostly pretty good and we imagine they will likely stay good so we don't think much about them except on Thanksgiving.

Because I am a contrary person, I always check for what we might be missing. In my opinion we should give thanks for bad news, because bad news is a warning, telling us how we might avoid trouble.

I was a chemistry teacher long ago, so I know some bad news. Svante Arrhenius: a Nobel prize-winning physical chemist, back in 1896 told us about the Greenhouse Effect resulting from carbon dioxide in the air, which he thought wasn't so bad because it would prevent the next ice age. But he realized that if we kept burning coal, we would not only keep things comfortably warm, we would eventually cook the planet. Give thanks for Arrhenius who got us thinking about this.

Martin Hoffert, an Exxon scientist, back in 1982 found evidence for human caused climate change and accurately predicted the trouble we are facing now. When Exxon discounted his findings because the corporation was all about making money, not avoiding trouble, he said that their denial of the evidence was immoral and left in disgust to continue work as an academic. Give thanks for scientists and teachers who have told us bad news so we could work to make things better.

Global carbon dioxide emissions from combustion continue at a rate that cannot be reversed by natural systems. The last time CO2 was at the current level was three million years ago. Back then the average global temperature was 2.5 to 4 degrees warmer than in 1900, and sea level was an estimated 3 to 27 metres higher. The target we have set for emissions is net zero if we want to keep warming to 1.5°C.  We have little time left to fix this, estimated at six months to six years. Do we have a plan? How do we, individually and collectively get to net zero?

More bad news. Here is a taste of the future.

Canadian wildfires in 2023 produced 647 million tonnes of atmospheric carbon emissions, almost four times the emissions from global aviation. 2024 was not as bad, but pretty bad if you lived in Jasper. Insured losses in Jasper are estimated at 700 million dollars. We are warned that if this level of wildfire continues, the boreal forests will become a net source of atmospheric carbon dioxide rather than a carbon sink. 

Storms are getting more destructive and more frequent because of the increase in temperature which stores more energy in the ocean and atmosphere. Recently hurricane Helene caused an estimated 47 billion dollars property damage and 230 deaths. Hurricane Milton produced between 30 and 60 billion dollars damage and 17 deaths (as of October 12). Milton caused fewer deaths partly because people had seen what Helene did and got out of the way. Now the warnings are about a future where there is no safe place to which we can run.

Give thanks for bad news and look for ways to make things better.
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Neighbourhoods Fighting Climate Change: Philip Drost, CBC News, October 12, 2024

Voting in a Time of Climate Chaos: David Suzuki and Ian Hanington, October 8, 2024

Climate and Carbon Dioxide: NOAA ( U.S. National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration)


Climate and Biodiversity Solutions: David Suzuki and Ian Hanington

Tuesday, October 8, 2024

Give Thanks For Darkness

Remember that old song, The Quartermaster's Store, where you could find mice nesting in the rice and snakes as big as garden rakes and Lew spitting in the stew and Bert finishing off dessert? Let's sing the chorus:

My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me.
I have not brought my specs... with... me.

Wasn't that fun! Well, maybe some of you didn't go to summer camp. So you don't remember how glad we were, after singing that yucky song, to get something edible for supper.

Guess what. My eyes are dim and specs don't help much anymore. You too? OK. Us geezers have to stick together. One thing we learn as vision fades, is to make the most of what we can see. When bright light combined with cloudy lenses washes out everything on the computer screen in a milky haze, we switch to white text on a dark background. It helps. 

For what is printed white on white
cannot be read, 
though true.
Nor any text inspire delight
as bright hue on bright hue. 

So look for stars no more at noon
nor yet in moonlit glow.
A midnight sky, an absent moon,
a universe shines through.

Give thanks for darkness.

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Also give thanks for dark news drawing attention to brighter news. Earth's Vital Signs: Benjamin Shingler, Anand Ram, Wendy Martinez, CBC News, October 8, 2024. 


Saturday, October 5, 2024

To Look At Dust

Words gather here dissecting captive thought
to name its systems, organs, tissues, cells
compiling a proud glossary of death
so pleased to clearly say what once it meant.

Words gather here to keep a thought alive,
unpinning, stitching up the cruel cuts,
reviving pulse with shocking heresy,
inspiring breath with whispered mysteries.

Words gather here to mine a paradigm
refining it to crystallized belief,
to chisel icons from emerging creed
discarding secret truth in rubble dust.

Words gather here
to look at dust
and wonder
what they missed.