Greetings! I haven't posted a blog entry here in several years because of using so much of my time in either productive or highly unproductive ways.
Yep, I've done both, and they both take time to do.
In this post, I will share some of the things I've learned about music-making, and sort things out by what has and hasn't seemed productive or a good use of my time. One of the first things to do is explain what I mean when I use these terms: productive and unproductive. They both refer to what reward I'm seeking in my activities. I need to put these definitions near the top of my current writing because my goals might not be like yours, but deciding what is or isn't productive for me (or for you) is very much the same process. It's a matter of knowing one's own values and priorities, and steering one's efforts in a value/priority-based way
In all things creative, I'd admit that I don't really have a work ethic. I do my things and devote my time, energy, and attention to doing my things, but I call my commitment to my creative activities a play ethic rather than a work ethic. My commitment is to have fun with it, to enjoy it, to let it give me an enjoyable experience that raises my spirits.
I love most kinds of art and feel an attraction/resonance from any type of art that "speaks" to me, so I have left myself open to any and all artistic activities. It's like all the arts are valued family members in the home of my heart, and I choose to love all of them without letting on that any one of them is my favorite.
But secretly, I love music the best. Music has always been a good friend to me; there for me when I need it, to pick me up when I'm down, to get me going when I feel stalled or stuck, or to playfully keep me going if I'm already in a going mood. Music has shaped my internal life in a way that makes me love people more, because of so strongly feeling the kindness in knowing that someone made the music and shared it, and once someone has done such a kind thing for me, I can no longer think of that person in any unkind way.
Please don't tell sculpture, photography, comedy, drama, painting, or dance that I have a favorite. All of these arts and the artists who do them deserve love. None deserves to think of itself as a second choice.
But music is my favorite, and I've always known that it is.
Such is life. One can have lots of unfocused love in one's heart, and it can seem boundless, as though there really is enough love there to embrace every lovable person and thing in the entire world.
But realistically, when it comes to matters of how to use one's time, there's only so much any one person can do. Maybe big, unfocused, ready-for-anything love is a good thing to have in my heart, but the nuts-and-bolts reality of daily life is in choosing what actions to take in any given moment. Spiritually, I can love the whole world. Physically, I can attend to one thing at a time.
I don't really like multitasking. It divides my attention. Most of the time, I can choose between doing one thing well by focusing on that one thing, or I can do several things in an unfocused and probably mediocre way.
This should be a shocking thing to hear from a drummer. Drummers are known for playing several drums or percussion instruments at the same time. But that's not multitasking. It might be several instruments at the same time, but it's one beat/ one rhythmic expression/ one groove.
Kind of. Humans have partitioned brains. We can all do one conscious thing and one (maybe more) instictive/ intuitive/ subconscious thing at the same time. Actions engrained through practice or repetition become instictive and somewhat below the level of conscious thought. If you play an instrument and tap your foot at the same time, the foot-tapping is done instictively just by feeling the beat. That's the kind of attention-breakdown most drummers use to play a steady beat with one hand or foot while doing more something different and more complicated with another hand(s) or foot(s). Rather than a multitasking chore, a drummer plays one rhythm at a time. Even if it's a polyrhythm, the drummer thinks of the different parts as parts of the same rhythm, and can play one of the elements instictively without much conscious thought.
Yep, drummers are human. I mean human drummers are human. Drum machines aren't humans. No player hate if you're a drum machine user; it's just that as a drummer and a human, I prefer to have human drummers playing the rhythms. It's a feelings thing.
It's also because of my strong feeling that making art of any kind is a deeply human activity. Art might seem to be about how something looks or sounds, but it's really about how that sight or sound feels. To any human there's a huge difference between--say--filing a tax return and singing a song. To a machine, both of those things are approximately the same: a task to do.
So artists--even artists who are highly motivatd to be successful--reserve a special place in their lives and in their hearts for their art.
Now, how do I balance the equation? If art exists in an ideal world, with rules and goals of its own, how does art ever come to be in this other, more everyday world where there are bills to pay and only so many hours in a day, and only so many productive years in a lifetime? How does one support all the time of practicing to develop skill at a craft that might never earn finincial rewards? Can we only call a musician successful if they make a lot of money while making music?
Because I haven't made much money as a musician, but I've had great musical experiences. Financially I'm not doing that well, but I'm rich in experiences.
I think the real answer is that, in addition to doing what pays the bills, artists do what enriches the spirit. Musicians play. Sometimes the playing is a performance, sometimes it's a jam with friends, sometimes it's practice at home alone, sometimes it's taking classes, sometimes it's teaching classes .
But a musician plays music pretty much every day, gig or no gig, jam or no jam, class or no class.
Musicians play because it's part of who they are.
I let this blog post sit unfinished for several years, unsure of what I really wanted to say with it, but I made music most days during those years
The solution to the equation of how to succeed in life is a combination of two things: Do what you love, and make doing what you love sustainable.
Saturday, November 2, 2024
Thursday, October 10, 2024
Notes to the New Owners of the House on Schubert
Home Mechanic's Notes
2nd floor heating/ radiators:
--Two years ago we moved our bedroom to the first floor, and left the 2nd floor unused most of the time unless we had overnight guests. The 2nd floor radiators will need to have the air bled out and be checked for proper operation. The radiator valves are not all the same; some turn on or off with a quarter turn, and others have multiple turns of the handle between fully open and fully closed.
General plumbing maintenance
--Kitchen and laundry drains, catch basin: Maintain this part of the plumbing system with regular use of an enzyme treatment such as Zep Drain Care. First, warm the pipes by running hot water for several minutes, then pour 1/2 cup of liquid enzyme treatment into the drain and don't run water there for at least 6 hours. Best done at night so the enzymes can work while you sleep. This treatment works to break down fats, grease, and soap residue. This easy maintenance is for the kitchen drain, the laundry drain, and to keep greasy residue from building up in the catch basin*
*Catch basin is a grease trap located in the back yard near the basement stairs enclosure. You'll see the manhole cover there. After years of maintaining the drains with enzyme treatment, there's barely any grease/ soap residue in the basin. The catch basin is also an access point for sewer rodding. I rodded the main sewer line in 2024, and I would predict that it may not need rodding for several years. When/if it does need to be cleared, the catch basin will provide the best access.
There have been three occasions on which water from heavy rains has come up in the basement. This happened all over the area during those occasions because the public sewer system--a combination storm drain and sanitary sewer at the time--got more rainwater than it could handle. Since that time, the city has installed a new storm drainage system in the area to alleviate flooding. However, should something go wrong and if water comes up in the basement, I have left an emergency pump at the house, along with flexible hoses to take water from the pump to the alley. There are steps to do in this emergency situation:
--Tie a rope to the C-shaped handle at the top of the pump. The rope must be long enough and tied securely enough to lower the pump into the catch basin, and to lift the pump out again.
--Attach drainage tubing to the pipe attached to the pump.
--The straight steel rod at the side of the pump head is the switch for the pump. It has two positions: Up turns the pump on, and down turns the pump off. There's a float to switch the pump on and off (a white, 2-inch diameter capsule-shaped thing) that is also there, but it came unattached from the pump. The last time I used the pump, I just lifted the switch rod manually to run the pump, and used an extension cord connection to turn it on or off
--Use an extension cord to power the pump. Make sure the connection between the pump cord and the extension cord doesn't fall into the basin or get too wet. SHOCK or ELECTROCUTION HAZARD if this direction is not followed.
--Do an emergency drill before there's a flooding situation so you can make sure you're familiar with all the steps, and can act quickly, safely, and effectively.
The waste disposer/"garbage disposal" in the kitchen sink is a basic one that I installed 16 years ago, which is far beyond the expected lifetime for a basic waste disposer. It is still operating quite well because I maintain it weekly by using a dish sponge and Dawn dish soap to clean the inside--making sure to keep all other humans well away from the disposal switch while I have my hand in there. I also make sure to run the disposer with plenty of water every day, and to use it lightly. Make sure not to drop anything into the disposer that is not soft, grindable food waste. The disposer can get a piece of tableware (fork or spoon) or a bit of broken glass, a bottle cap etc, inside that must be removed from the disposer by hand before running it. If you turn the disposer on and there's an unusual grinding/ clattering sound, turn it off immediately, and once it has fully stopped, reach inside to remove the object. Use all due caution! and avoid personal injury.
Hose bibbs/ sillcocks: There are two spigots for outdoor watering/ carwashing etc. both located in the gangway on the west side of the house. The only essential maintenance needed for these frostproof sillcocks is that you don't leave a hose or any other item--such as a sprinkler timer--connected during the freezing months of the year. Disconnect any hoses, timers, etc. in about November. A small amount of water will drain from the spigot, and then the sillcock is prepared for winter.
Special note on basement toilet, bathtub drain, and floor drains: There might be an occasional sewer odor in the basement. When and if this happens, the solution is usually to run or pour some water into these drains so they have a water seal trap. The trap seal in floor drains can evaporate. The toilet in the basement bathroom does not refill the water in the bowl automatically. When you flush this toilet, you have to follow up by depressing the flush handle slightly for a few seconds to put water into the bowl to keep the trap seal. If the basement bathtub and lavatory sink are unused for a period of time, these fixtures can also lose their trap seal (the water in a drain trap). All that's needed to stop the sewer odor is to run some water into the drains.
The basement has no dedicated heating. It gets *some* heat from the water heater and furnace. During a deep freeze, I always place a space heater in the laundry room to keep the pipes from freezing. There is a pair of one-inch copper pipe stubs--valved and capped--above the furnace. These stubs can be used to run pipes to new radiators or baseboard heaters in the basement.
--The main water valve is in the front of the basement, and is a 1/4 turn valve. The main gas valve is outside at the gas meter. It is also 1/4 turn.
--The electrical panel is on the east wall of the basement in the laundry area. I have labeled all of the circuit breakers in what I hope will be a logical way that you can understand.
--The concrete in and around the house is a century old. I've done extensive patching and crack-filling, and as of September 2024, there's no seepage. Some areas might occasionally need some cracks filled. I left a partial container of concrete crack filler for this. The best and most durable thing is mortar that is mixed very runny/ with "too much" water so that it settles as deep as possible into gaps...but a winter and summer will probably pass before this is needed at all. The strange little closet-like room under the front stairs/stoop could use a bit more mortar patching that I never got around to, but even that has been water-tight in recent years.
You may be thinking by now that this is a house that requires a lot of maintenance. The Chicago Bungalow is often called a craftsman-style home for good reason: there is maintenance to do and things to learn about the house, and a bungalow's best ally is an owner who cares. In a few years, all the maintenance will be easy for you.
I hope you love this home as I always did. Fill the house with love, and it will always be a loving home.
My best to you
Bob DeVore
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Stories, Why They're Influential, and Why I'm not Writing Them...
...yet. I'm studying to write stories, but it's very lonely independent study, because I don't know anyone who teaches what the world has not yet learned.
The adult world has not yet learned to tell or hear the kinds of stories where people are people. Instead, we have stories with heroes and villains--even superheroes and supervillains, even though we know that no people in the real world have superpowers or super-morality--because those are the kinds of characters and the kinds of conflicts that make stories interesting to people. Heroes, villains and conflicts make stories marketable. Stories that are too different don't sell.
If someone writes a novel (whatever possible use that could be...) that doesn't follow an accepted format of what publishers want to see in a particular kind of novel, it's just another wannabe novelist being told that a publisher doesn't currently have a place for that novel. That happens so much it's a cliché, which is ironic. A cliché is an un-original idea, so getting a rejection letter from a publisher because the ideas in the writing were too different, and that whole scenario being so common as to be cliché, is ironic. Irony is...oh, skip it. We aren't a dictionary. We're just trying to convey an idea that is so odd, we are sure we can't explain what it's going to take for us to promote this much-needed idea in storytelling, and that storytelling affects everyone's world-view.
I've found my way not to be the writer in the photo to the left. For a start, I write and publish here, online. No one tells me what to write and no one has to buy my writing, ever. The pressures of a novelist trying to get published do not apply to me. I write. Nothing really stops me except not finding the words to convey the ideas which are my own ideas. As long as I can think in words (I don't always. I also think in pictures, feelings and music) and can tap keys on the keyboard, I don't get writer's block. The only other challenge is reader's block. My writing is (obviously) an effort to connect through words with another person: right now, you, because you're reading. My only real challenge at the moment is keeping your interest.
So let's discuss some stories that might be familiar to you, but let's try to look at these stories in a particular way. Let's look at fiction stories to find truth in them.
I can come up with two stories I think will be familiar to readers of my blog: One is Star Trek and the other is Lord of the Rings.
Like many other people who were teenagers in the 1970s, I read the Lord of the Rings books, starting with The Hobbit, which wasn't part of the trilogy, but was the book that got many young readers interested in reading the other books. Since it is a trilogy-plus-one, it's quite a long story. I won't waste time trying to summarize it. Instead, I'm going to focus in on one set of details: in the LOTR story, there are several races of sentient, human-like beings, and a certain consistency in how they're described; all the different kinds of "people"--whether they are hobbits, elves, dwarves, orcs or men--each have a racially-linked basic character. Hobbits can't help being into a leisurely life, dwarves are industrious workers, elves are lovely and magical, orcs are ugly, coarse, stupid and evil, and men are strong, brave conquerors and rulers; all of these qualities are shown consistently in the LOTR stories as character traits that are entirely due to the race to which an individual belongs. The basic character of each and every character in LOTR is determined by their respective races.
I'm not the first person to notice or describe this. I'm just very concise in my description.
LOTR was very likely written as an analogy for World War Two, which was an era when most people had no issues at all with dividing the entire world into races, nationalities and racial/national character. Orcs were Nazis and axis nations. LOTR presented a world in which we could all think of Germans and Japanese as pure, irredeemable evil, and that the allied forces (of good...) really had no choice but to destroy these orc-like peoples. The big war ended before LOTR was published, but LOTR found its initial audience among readers in the English-speaking world who had recently been slaying orcs and dethroning Sauron.
That's about all the time I have for writing today. The other thing that keeps me from being the classic frustrated writer is that I have a family that loves me and needs me around. I choose not to sequester myself for days at a stretch, imagining that writing is more important than anything else in my life. It's important, I'll keep doing it, and that's what I have for today's session.
Stay tuned if you want. Next time I'll be writing about how to revolutionize storytelling and being human. It's the good part.
The adult world has not yet learned to tell or hear the kinds of stories where people are people. Instead, we have stories with heroes and villains--even superheroes and supervillains, even though we know that no people in the real world have superpowers or super-morality--because those are the kinds of characters and the kinds of conflicts that make stories interesting to people. Heroes, villains and conflicts make stories marketable. Stories that are too different don't sell.
If someone writes a novel (whatever possible use that could be...) that doesn't follow an accepted format of what publishers want to see in a particular kind of novel, it's just another wannabe novelist being told that a publisher doesn't currently have a place for that novel. That happens so much it's a cliché, which is ironic. A cliché is an un-original idea, so getting a rejection letter from a publisher because the ideas in the writing were too different, and that whole scenario being so common as to be cliché, is ironic. Irony is...oh, skip it. We aren't a dictionary. We're just trying to convey an idea that is so odd, we are sure we can't explain what it's going to take for us to promote this much-needed idea in storytelling, and that storytelling affects everyone's world-view.
I've found my way not to be the writer in the photo to the left. For a start, I write and publish here, online. No one tells me what to write and no one has to buy my writing, ever. The pressures of a novelist trying to get published do not apply to me. I write. Nothing really stops me except not finding the words to convey the ideas which are my own ideas. As long as I can think in words (I don't always. I also think in pictures, feelings and music) and can tap keys on the keyboard, I don't get writer's block. The only other challenge is reader's block. My writing is (obviously) an effort to connect through words with another person: right now, you, because you're reading. My only real challenge at the moment is keeping your interest.
So let's discuss some stories that might be familiar to you, but let's try to look at these stories in a particular way. Let's look at fiction stories to find truth in them.
I can come up with two stories I think will be familiar to readers of my blog: One is Star Trek and the other is Lord of the Rings.
Like many other people who were teenagers in the 1970s, I read the Lord of the Rings books, starting with The Hobbit, which wasn't part of the trilogy, but was the book that got many young readers interested in reading the other books. Since it is a trilogy-plus-one, it's quite a long story. I won't waste time trying to summarize it. Instead, I'm going to focus in on one set of details: in the LOTR story, there are several races of sentient, human-like beings, and a certain consistency in how they're described; all the different kinds of "people"--whether they are hobbits, elves, dwarves, orcs or men--each have a racially-linked basic character. Hobbits can't help being into a leisurely life, dwarves are industrious workers, elves are lovely and magical, orcs are ugly, coarse, stupid and evil, and men are strong, brave conquerors and rulers; all of these qualities are shown consistently in the LOTR stories as character traits that are entirely due to the race to which an individual belongs. The basic character of each and every character in LOTR is determined by their respective races.
I'm not the first person to notice or describe this. I'm just very concise in my description.
LOTR was very likely written as an analogy for World War Two, which was an era when most people had no issues at all with dividing the entire world into races, nationalities and racial/national character. Orcs were Nazis and axis nations. LOTR presented a world in which we could all think of Germans and Japanese as pure, irredeemable evil, and that the allied forces (of good...) really had no choice but to destroy these orc-like peoples. The big war ended before LOTR was published, but LOTR found its initial audience among readers in the English-speaking world who had recently been slaying orcs and dethroning Sauron.
That's about all the time I have for writing today. The other thing that keeps me from being the classic frustrated writer is that I have a family that loves me and needs me around. I choose not to sequester myself for days at a stretch, imagining that writing is more important than anything else in my life. It's important, I'll keep doing it, and that's what I have for today's session.
Stay tuned if you want. Next time I'll be writing about how to revolutionize storytelling and being human. It's the good part.
Sunday, February 5, 2017
Video of Drumming in Near Dark
January 2017, Dog Beach, Chicago.
Posted by Richard Wallace on Saturday, January 21, 2017
Sunday, January 29, 2017
On Cellularity and Choosing
It's one of those strange ideas I get. I've given it several years to either flesh itself out or go away, and it didn't go away.
It's time to let it grow.
This idea first started to form in my head some years ago when I was pondering several seemingly unrelated ideas and activities. These things included social music making, finding connecting points with others even in the face of differences of opinion that seemed insurmountable, musing about what life is in its most basic form, gardening and how to tend a garden, and good old trying to better understand living on a suitably deep level.
The core of the idea, stated as simply as possible, is that all life is cellular. As you might guess, since it is an idea that makes an effort to think in big-picture terms, it gets quite a bit more complicated, but it retains that core of simplicity.
I should say--not for the first or the last time--that it is not an interest of mine ever to tell anyone what to think. Take a minute to let that sink in, because it's unusual. A lot of things you could read will try to tell you what to think. I am only here with what I feel are some helpful ideas to assist you in thinking productively for yourself. Even if I could make all the sense in the world, every mind that thinks needs the ability to make sense on its own. We each have our own lives and our own things that we need to do and our own things to figure out for ourselves. My selfish part here is that I hope to live among people who know how to make sense for themselves.
So let's get into it.
It starts with elementary biology. Every living thing is either a single cell or is a bunch of cells that make up a complex organism. You and I are both complex organisms. All humans are. No matter where any of us came from or are going or are living right now; no matter whether we are male or female, or what language we speak or what color our skin is; no matter if we have a religious or political affiliation or point-of-view; no matter even whether or not we care about how our lives originated--important though those details may be--every one of us is made up of cells, and it is productive to understand what cells do and how they work to make life.
Meaning in life is quite a separate question, beyond the scope or the needs of this piece of writing. This is about the simple fact of life. Life exists and is made of cells.
A cell in its most basic form has an inside where the life exists, an outside which is the environment in which the life lives, and a cell membrane which separates the inside from the outside. I'm glad I gave myself time to think about this. I'm finding the simplicity.
The most basic life forms are single cells, and they are the lives with the greatest limitations. Protozoans and amoebas can't move around much, can't perceive much of their environment except on a purely chemical level (if we can think of that as awareness at all) can't reproduce sexually, and therefore can't really develop themselves from one generation to the next, can't learn much (no brain) and are really completely at the mercy of the environment they just happen to be in. If the environment in which a single-celled creature lives turns hostile to that creature's life, the single-celled creature simply dies. It can't decide to get on the bus and go to a nicer place. It has nearly zero choices in life.
Now I'm using scary words. Some people don't take kindly to words like "choice". Try to be courageous. I promise I'm not going to write about birth control or whether or not we have free will. Those are areas of opinion, speculation and philosophy. That's not what we're doing.
Maybe you noticed that I said a single cell creature has nearly zero choices. It's zero choices if you think of it in the way people normally think about choices, but a single cell makes chemical or molecular choices by the chemical/molecular composition of its membrane. The membrane of a cell "knows" what to take in as nourishment, what to keep inside as part of itself and what to excrete as a waste product. It "knows" these things chemically and molecularly.
Let's zoom out at this point to a more familiar magnitude. We've been looking through a microscope at tiny life. Let's look the same way at life that is the size of us. We're made of the same kind of stuff on a bigger scale. Our cells are specialized to specific functions in our bodies. One important difference: our cells team up to make the bigger and more complex organism that is a human being. One important thing is exactly the same: our cells still have that basic chemical and molecular ability to choose what comes in, what is kept out, what is kept in and what is let out. Another vitally important difference: our cells--individually--die off and regenerate all the time, and we, as complex multi-celled organisms, don't die when our individual cells die. To recap this vital point, if an amoeba experiences the death of a cell, that's a dead amoeba. One cell was all it was. By being a multi-celled creature, we get to live much longer than we could if we were just one cell. Multi-cellularism is a survival strategy, courtesy of our biology. Thanks biology!!
Somehow (remember, we're foregoing speculation here...) life develops into something more complex and longer-living, but still retains its cellular basis. Along with more complexity to the organism comes more complexity in how choices are made and a much bigger range of possible choices. At this point, please try to refrain from jumping to any absolute statements or ideas about choosing. We still die some time. Choosing, from the point of view in which I find myself living, does not seem absolute. As much as I'd like to, I cannot choose to eat any and all available matter to fuel my body; I cannot simply choose to live forever as the body in which I live now. As a physical creature, I still have limitations, but I have far fewer limitations than an amoeba has. Thanks biology!! I really mean it. I'm grateful I'm a human. Being an eagle looks fun too, at least the soaring high in the sky part. Eating rodents that aren't cooked or seasoned doesn't seem like it would be all that enjoyable. I suppose there are positives and negatives to everything. All in all, I'm happy to be a human.
Being a human means--among other things--that I was born with an organic (yep, cellular) computing organ in my head, and much of the programming of this computer is programming I get to do for myself, according to the needs in my own life. That's an awesome thing about being a human. Maybe I still don't have every choice in the universe, but I'm not stuck dying just because one of my cells dies and I don't have to eat raw rodents for a living. My life as a human lets me make choices on a scale far beyond single-cell choosing or even eagle- lion- or dog-choices. As a human with a self-programmable mind, I can choose whether or not or how much the "membrane" of my life and my mind are open to my environment. I can choose to close myself off from the world.
Er....
Except for that thing where I have to perceive and interact with the world (my environment. Every life lives in an environment) just to survive. If I don't take nourishment into my body, I will starve and die. If (yep, you guessed it: this is what I've been leading up to) I try to close off my mind from the world, I cannot learn, and my mind will die.
I have heard people say that if you have an open mind, all of your knowledge might fall out. It honestly doesn't work that way, just as cells, the basis of all of life, don't work that way. A mind, living according to the basic rule of all of life, knows what to take in, what to keep, what to keep out, what to push out as waste and what to put out as work produced. It is built into everything your organic computing organ is made of. It is a wisdom of the body, like breathing, like your heart beating without you telling your heart to beat, like hunger telling you when to eat or tiredness telling you when to rest.
An "open" mind gains knowledge through perceptions of the environment outside the body.
You would almost think that an open mind would be hard-wired, standard equipment on all models of humans, but oddly, we get to choose whether or not and how much our minds should open.
With as much truth as I am able to know, we don't have every choice in the universe. I think it's good to make the choices we do have count, and that some of the best words ever spoken are
CHOOSE WISELY.
This idea first started to form in my head some years ago when I was pondering several seemingly unrelated ideas and activities. These things included social music making, finding connecting points with others even in the face of differences of opinion that seemed insurmountable, musing about what life is in its most basic form, gardening and how to tend a garden, and good old trying to better understand living on a suitably deep level.
The core of the idea, stated as simply as possible, is that all life is cellular. As you might guess, since it is an idea that makes an effort to think in big-picture terms, it gets quite a bit more complicated, but it retains that core of simplicity.
I should say--not for the first or the last time--that it is not an interest of mine ever to tell anyone what to think. Take a minute to let that sink in, because it's unusual. A lot of things you could read will try to tell you what to think. I am only here with what I feel are some helpful ideas to assist you in thinking productively for yourself. Even if I could make all the sense in the world, every mind that thinks needs the ability to make sense on its own. We each have our own lives and our own things that we need to do and our own things to figure out for ourselves. My selfish part here is that I hope to live among people who know how to make sense for themselves.
So let's get into it.
It starts with elementary biology. Every living thing is either a single cell or is a bunch of cells that make up a complex organism. You and I are both complex organisms. All humans are. No matter where any of us came from or are going or are living right now; no matter whether we are male or female, or what language we speak or what color our skin is; no matter if we have a religious or political affiliation or point-of-view; no matter even whether or not we care about how our lives originated--important though those details may be--every one of us is made up of cells, and it is productive to understand what cells do and how they work to make life.
Meaning in life is quite a separate question, beyond the scope or the needs of this piece of writing. This is about the simple fact of life. Life exists and is made of cells.
A cell in its most basic form has an inside where the life exists, an outside which is the environment in which the life lives, and a cell membrane which separates the inside from the outside. I'm glad I gave myself time to think about this. I'm finding the simplicity.
The most basic life forms are single cells, and they are the lives with the greatest limitations. Protozoans and amoebas can't move around much, can't perceive much of their environment except on a purely chemical level (if we can think of that as awareness at all) can't reproduce sexually, and therefore can't really develop themselves from one generation to the next, can't learn much (no brain) and are really completely at the mercy of the environment they just happen to be in. If the environment in which a single-celled creature lives turns hostile to that creature's life, the single-celled creature simply dies. It can't decide to get on the bus and go to a nicer place. It has nearly zero choices in life.
Now I'm using scary words. Some people don't take kindly to words like "choice". Try to be courageous. I promise I'm not going to write about birth control or whether or not we have free will. Those are areas of opinion, speculation and philosophy. That's not what we're doing.
Maybe you noticed that I said a single cell creature has nearly zero choices. It's zero choices if you think of it in the way people normally think about choices, but a single cell makes chemical or molecular choices by the chemical/molecular composition of its membrane. The membrane of a cell "knows" what to take in as nourishment, what to keep inside as part of itself and what to excrete as a waste product. It "knows" these things chemically and molecularly.
Let's zoom out at this point to a more familiar magnitude. We've been looking through a microscope at tiny life. Let's look the same way at life that is the size of us. We're made of the same kind of stuff on a bigger scale. Our cells are specialized to specific functions in our bodies. One important difference: our cells team up to make the bigger and more complex organism that is a human being. One important thing is exactly the same: our cells still have that basic chemical and molecular ability to choose what comes in, what is kept out, what is kept in and what is let out. Another vitally important difference: our cells--individually--die off and regenerate all the time, and we, as complex multi-celled organisms, don't die when our individual cells die. To recap this vital point, if an amoeba experiences the death of a cell, that's a dead amoeba. One cell was all it was. By being a multi-celled creature, we get to live much longer than we could if we were just one cell. Multi-cellularism is a survival strategy, courtesy of our biology. Thanks biology!!
Somehow (remember, we're foregoing speculation here...) life develops into something more complex and longer-living, but still retains its cellular basis. Along with more complexity to the organism comes more complexity in how choices are made and a much bigger range of possible choices. At this point, please try to refrain from jumping to any absolute statements or ideas about choosing. We still die some time. Choosing, from the point of view in which I find myself living, does not seem absolute. As much as I'd like to, I cannot choose to eat any and all available matter to fuel my body; I cannot simply choose to live forever as the body in which I live now. As a physical creature, I still have limitations, but I have far fewer limitations than an amoeba has. Thanks biology!! I really mean it. I'm grateful I'm a human. Being an eagle looks fun too, at least the soaring high in the sky part. Eating rodents that aren't cooked or seasoned doesn't seem like it would be all that enjoyable. I suppose there are positives and negatives to everything. All in all, I'm happy to be a human.
Being a human means--among other things--that I was born with an organic (yep, cellular) computing organ in my head, and much of the programming of this computer is programming I get to do for myself, according to the needs in my own life. That's an awesome thing about being a human. Maybe I still don't have every choice in the universe, but I'm not stuck dying just because one of my cells dies and I don't have to eat raw rodents for a living. My life as a human lets me make choices on a scale far beyond single-cell choosing or even eagle- lion- or dog-choices. As a human with a self-programmable mind, I can choose whether or not or how much the "membrane" of my life and my mind are open to my environment. I can choose to close myself off from the world.
Er....
Except for that thing where I have to perceive and interact with the world (my environment. Every life lives in an environment) just to survive. If I don't take nourishment into my body, I will starve and die. If (yep, you guessed it: this is what I've been leading up to) I try to close off my mind from the world, I cannot learn, and my mind will die.
I have heard people say that if you have an open mind, all of your knowledge might fall out. It honestly doesn't work that way, just as cells, the basis of all of life, don't work that way. A mind, living according to the basic rule of all of life, knows what to take in, what to keep, what to keep out, what to push out as waste and what to put out as work produced. It is built into everything your organic computing organ is made of. It is a wisdom of the body, like breathing, like your heart beating without you telling your heart to beat, like hunger telling you when to eat or tiredness telling you when to rest.
An "open" mind gains knowledge through perceptions of the environment outside the body.
You would almost think that an open mind would be hard-wired, standard equipment on all models of humans, but oddly, we get to choose whether or not and how much our minds should open.
With as much truth as I am able to know, we don't have every choice in the universe. I think it's good to make the choices we do have count, and that some of the best words ever spoken are
CHOOSE WISELY.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Near-Unknown Facebooker Calls it Quits, No One Notices.
By B.D., Drumming in the Dark Staph Righter
At some time in the past two months (the exact date and time is impossible to pinpoint due to apathy) a once-hopeful, enthusiastic, positive, smart, persistent poster to facebook simply stopped posting--citing "because who gives a drunk fuck?" as the main reason.
As of this time an estimated 700 million facebook users have not noticed any difference whatsoever in thier social networking experience that could be attributed to this change. Sarah X, a facebooker from Shitswallowsville, S.C. sums it up this way: "who quit facebook? sum loser dude? idk wtf ur takking abowt. hey, check out my hawt new profile pic!"
At some time in the past two months (the exact date and time is impossible to pinpoint due to apathy) a once-hopeful, enthusiastic, positive, smart, persistent poster to facebook simply stopped posting--citing "because who gives a drunk fuck?" as the main reason.
As of this time an estimated 700 million facebook users have not noticed any difference whatsoever in thier social networking experience that could be attributed to this change. Sarah X, a facebooker from Shitswallowsville, S.C. sums it up this way: "who quit facebook? sum loser dude? idk wtf ur takking abowt. hey, check out my hawt new profile pic!"
In another comment on what meaning there might be in the departure of Bob "Zilla" DeVore (age 52, from Chicago, IL) from the social network, Zack Gnarly from Greasy Palms, NV said: "Who cares? Quitting is gay. Hey, check out this awesome video!"
According to a self-described "friend" of Zilla, he "wrote the best comments. He always had something witty to say. I read some of his blogs and I didn't always get what he was talking about, but he was a really good speller."
No other information is available on this story. We would post updates in the future as more information becomes available, but who would give a drunk fuck?
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I knew it wasn't about ME...
...or "Cleaning off my desktop"
About 3 weeks ago I heard the old Carly Simon song You're So Vain on the radio. Yes, I still listen to oldies on broadcast radio.
I remembered that I always liked the song, primarily because of the quirky bass intro and a great guitar solo. I know I'm supposed to enjoy pop songs for the lyrics, but that's how I am: it hits me musically or it doesn't hit me.
I wanted to know the names of the musicians. I Googled and Wikipedia-ed.
The info that came easily through my search was all about how Carly Simon had never revealed who the song was about. Did I care about that? It's a SONG. Why do I need to get caught up in entertainment gossip just because I like a song?
I searched a little past the surface and found the names of the crew:
album "No Secrets"
Produced By Richard Perry
Jim Gordon – drums
Richard Perry – percussion (Cowbell. In precisely the right amount. It DID NOT need any more cowbell. I love cowbell played tastefully in the proper place and the right amount. I like comedy too. Enough cowbell is enough.)
Mick Jagger – backing vocals
Jimmy Ryan – acoustic guitar, electric guitar
Klaus Voormann – bass
The possibly-apocryphal story behind Mick Jagger's rare backing vocal on this song runs thus: Carly Simon is in the studio rehearsing vocals with Harry Nilsson, Mick Jagger walks in and says "Wha choo doin?"--I guess if you're Mick, you can just walk into anyone's studio--Carly says "Hey Harry Nilsson, would you excuse Mick Jagger and me for a few minutes? I have an idea." Harry says "Of course, Carly Simon. I think Mick Jagger would be a MUCH better backing vocalist for this song than I."
So we had ""Yo so vayne, I betchoo thaynk the song is abow choo, don choo?"
Warren Beatty was so vain he thought it was about him.
Here's an easy guitar transcription:
Am (2)
You walked into the party
F Am
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Am (2)
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
F Am
Your scarf it was apricot
F (½) G (½) C (½) (Am) (½)
You had one eye in the mirror as
F C
you watched yourself gavotte
G (½) F (2)
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner, they'd be your partner, and
Chorus:
C (2)
You're so vain
Dm7 C
You probably think this song is about you
Am
You're so vain (you're so vain)
F G (2)
I'll bet you think this song is about you--Don't you? Don't you?
Am (2)
You had me several years ago
F Am
When I was still quite naive
Am (2)
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
F Am
And that you would never leave
F (½) G (½) C (½) (Am) (½)
But you gave away the things you loved
F C
And one of them was me
G (½) F (2)
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee, and
Chorus
Instrumental Verse (sing last line):
G (½) F (2)
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee, and
Chorus
Am (2)
Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
F Am
And your horse naturally won
Am (2)
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
F Am
To see the total eclipse of the sun
F (½) G (½) C (½) (Am) (½)
Well, you're where you should be all the time
F C
And when you're not, you're with
G (½) F (2)
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend, wife of a close friend, and
Chorus
/ C - - - / - - - - / Dm7 - - - / C - - - /
C (2)
You're so vain
Dm7 C
You probably think this song is about you
C (2)
You're so vain
Dm7 C
You probably think this song is about you
/ C - - - / - - - - / Dm7 - - - / G (hold) /
and a video:
So then--after like 30 years and about a week after I started thinking about it--Carly Simon finally comes out and tells the world that You're So Vain was about David Geffin. As though we really wanted to know.
I've always had the gift of these of precognitions, but only about really trivial things.
The fun thing about pop songs like You're So Vain is making up your own lyrics:
...clowns in my cornflakes...underwear spy...what the heck is a gavotte?...
...or mathematical analysis: if a man has two eyes to start with and one is strategically hat-dipped while the other is in the mirror, he has zero eyes left for seeing Carly Simon as she looks at him and comments on how vain he is.
Now there's one less thing on my desktop.
About 3 weeks ago I heard the old Carly Simon song You're So Vain on the radio. Yes, I still listen to oldies on broadcast radio.
I remembered that I always liked the song, primarily because of the quirky bass intro and a great guitar solo. I know I'm supposed to enjoy pop songs for the lyrics, but that's how I am: it hits me musically or it doesn't hit me.
I wanted to know the names of the musicians. I Googled and Wikipedia-ed.
The info that came easily through my search was all about how Carly Simon had never revealed who the song was about. Did I care about that? It's a SONG. Why do I need to get caught up in entertainment gossip just because I like a song?
I searched a little past the surface and found the names of the crew:
album "No Secrets"
Produced By Richard Perry
Jim Gordon – drums
Richard Perry – percussion (Cowbell. In precisely the right amount. It DID NOT need any more cowbell. I love cowbell played tastefully in the proper place and the right amount. I like comedy too. Enough cowbell is enough.)
Mick Jagger – backing vocals
Jimmy Ryan – acoustic guitar, electric guitar
Klaus Voormann – bass
The possibly-apocryphal story behind Mick Jagger's rare backing vocal on this song runs thus: Carly Simon is in the studio rehearsing vocals with Harry Nilsson, Mick Jagger walks in and says "Wha choo doin?"--I guess if you're Mick, you can just walk into anyone's studio--Carly says "Hey Harry Nilsson, would you excuse Mick Jagger and me for a few minutes? I have an idea." Harry says "Of course, Carly Simon. I think Mick Jagger would be a MUCH better backing vocalist for this song than I."
So we had ""Yo so vayne, I betchoo thaynk the song is abow choo, don choo?"
Warren Beatty was so vain he thought it was about him.
Here's an easy guitar transcription:
Am (2)
You walked into the party
F Am
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Am (2)
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
F Am
Your scarf it was apricot
F (½) G (½) C (½) (Am) (½)
You had one eye in the mirror as
F C
you watched yourself gavotte
G (½) F (2)
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner, they'd be your partner, and
Chorus:
C (2)
You're so vain
Dm7 C
You probably think this song is about you
Am
You're so vain (you're so vain)
F G (2)
I'll bet you think this song is about you--Don't you? Don't you?
Am (2)
You had me several years ago
F Am
When I was still quite naive
Am (2)
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
F Am
And that you would never leave
F (½) G (½) C (½) (Am) (½)
But you gave away the things you loved
F C
And one of them was me
G (½) F (2)
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee, and
Chorus
Instrumental Verse (sing last line):
G (½) F (2)
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee, and
Chorus
Am (2)
Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
F Am
And your horse naturally won
Am (2)
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
F Am
To see the total eclipse of the sun
F (½) G (½) C (½) (Am) (½)
Well, you're where you should be all the time
F C
And when you're not, you're with
G (½) F (2)
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend, wife of a close friend, and
Chorus
/ C - - - / - - - - / Dm7 - - - / C - - - /
C (2)
You're so vain
Dm7 C
You probably think this song is about you
C (2)
You're so vain
Dm7 C
You probably think this song is about you
/ C - - - / - - - - / Dm7 - - - / G (hold) /
and a video:
So then--after like 30 years and about a week after I started thinking about it--Carly Simon finally comes out and tells the world that You're So Vain was about David Geffin. As though we really wanted to know.
I've always had the gift of these of precognitions, but only about really trivial things.
The fun thing about pop songs like You're So Vain is making up your own lyrics:
...clowns in my cornflakes...underwear spy...what the heck is a gavotte?...
...or mathematical analysis: if a man has two eyes to start with and one is strategically hat-dipped while the other is in the mirror, he has zero eyes left for seeing Carly Simon as she looks at him and comments on how vain he is.
Now there's one less thing on my desktop.
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