Sam Nell

Sam Nell's performance in "The Tudors" really stands out as one of the show's outstanding features. But I will nonetheless judge him a little harshly, which is unfair, because one of the things that makes his performance less than satisfying - and extraordinary at the same time - is how bad so much of the rest of the acting is. Nell is in a class by himself in this company, but sadly, that only makes him stick out as having too rich a character, where the others are content to play overacted (the king) or un-acted stereotypes. Nell's complexity is his virtue but also makes him less believable in a way, because when one sees a fine performance it looks almost phony because its context does not support it. It would be as if a fine organic mesculin salad were to accompany your happy meal. You wouldn't really appreciate it as much as you would in the context of a fine meal- even, paradoxically, if you wouldn't have noticed it as much beside your filet mignon and charred asparagus. That would be "fine acting" on the part of the salad: for its virtue and performance to fit seamlessly in the meal it was paired with. And one truly wishes Nell were matched with others equal, not just to his talent, but to his commitment to the role.

That said, I have to judge Nell based on his own abilities, and in some instances he seems to fall short. The conflicted, morally crippled realist that he has become- this is acted a little too consistently throughout. There are the same looks off to the side and hesitating mannerisms that convey his inner corruption, but they are maybe a little too much the same in each iteration. This makes them less the inner calculations of a twisted man poking through his mask and more the stamp of an actor trying to convey the same.

Now it is possible that my having watched the entire first season in 3 short days may have made these too consistent features more obvious than they wold appear on a more leisurely viewing. But they stuck out and disturbed me, since I really wanted to be blown away by his talent, which remains heads and shoulders above the rest of the cast (which is why I hold them to no standard and him to a high one- this is unfair, to be sure, but there it is).

I will say that his final prayer and death scene were truly moving. The line "I accept myself as I am" stank of new age superimposition on the cardinal's world view, and Nell delivered - or dispensed with - the inferior line in a way that rendered it completely inoffensive and neutral. Bravo. The rest of the prayer was equally well delivered, and I truly regretted the speed at which the editor chose to move on from the scene almost immediately after the suicide. The quick switch to the CGI landscape left us with little time to grieve the character we had come to love and also to bear the weight of such an impressive and emotional scene. I actually rewound the film and paused on the frame before the cut just to satisfy the requirements of gravity and timing that should have been there. A gross error of judgment in the booth.

So perhaps I'm not judging Nell so harshly after all. My desire is to give him great kudos for raising the quality level of what is, I am sad to say, a fairly pedestrian script and company decked out in marvelous sets and costumes. But Nell's talent is not enough to overcome the weakness of the rest of the cast. So instead of raising them up, he merely floats around, exposed on his own like the genius among fools whose greatness is not even acknowledgeable by those without wits enough to match it.

It is a real pity, because one wants so much to be taken in by his performances, and yet those whom he plays off of won't allow us to be swept up because they are so, well, bad. Perhaps this is why the prayer scene stands out- it is a proper soliloquy, unencumbered by the lesser talents of the rest, poetically, the same way his character of Wolsey comes across throughout. Life imitates art again.

Bang Zoom!

Well, here we go. . .aqua on la luna. And potable at that. Can humans be far behind?

For me, I'd love to go, of course. .I like a good vacation as much as anybody. And I'd me more than a little bit curious to see what life, time, energy, and space feel like from that perspective. As an astrologer, the thought of getting that close to one of the most important bodies in the horoscope would be incredible exciting. Then there's the weird irony that humans will eventually have so depleted our home planet that we will flee to the planet that represents our mothers. I suppose that would require teasing apart the astrological archetype of the moon to separate the emotional and liquid (milk) element of the mother from the earthy, Taurean, Gaia mother that is what we are made of physically.

No matter. It would be damn cool. But anticipating the massively (and typically scientific) naive final line of the piece, I had a sudden flash of the surface of the moon looking like parts of fly-over Nevada and Arizona look today. A barren and extraordinary desert with the random impossible lush green farm in the middle of it. The notion - in all sorts of ways - of turning the moon into some sort of foreign garden to support human life is utterly appalling to me. Maybe some day it won't be, but the thought of looking up at the moon from earth and seeing little green speckles everywhere. . .I can't even imagine (unless, of course the green speckles were made out of cheese, which would make perfect sense of course. . .)

But on an astrological note, it must be mentioned that the scientific/Aquarian perspective with its fundamentalist belief in humanism in the dignity of mankind always misses the boat when it comes to predicting the ways that "evil" men will turn their magnificent inventions against mankind and life itself. I used to think that there was something coldly attached about Aquarius- that somehow they knew that their inventions (like the original Promethean fire itself) could be used for good or for evil, and yet they believed it had to be invented anyway- for the sake of Progress. But I have come to think that Aquarius's square to Scorpio pits it so far against instinctual Darwinism that Aquarians really do hold the belief that even if their inventions are used for both good and evil that the good will prevail in the end. Kind of like a high-tech Zoroastrianism.

But it may be that scientists, because of their phlegmatic nature in general, probably just believe in this naive view of the world because they don't spend any time in the world of religio-/social upheaval and catastrophe. The Ivory Tower is a tired analogy for Aquarius, but I think it holds in this case. When I hear the scientist at the end of the piece say

"I think it is a destiny that we will go there as humans. I hope it’s not just for commercialization.”

I have to wonder if he's ever read anything but the Science section in the New York Times. Or if he ever took a history course, or walked across the tracks, or did anything but play make believe with his nerd friends in the laboratory.

The history of mankind has been exploitation. Even the United States - the great bulwark against unfairness and inequality - has been as exploitative as any other nation has of the natural world- and with a technological power millennia ahead (thanks to those scientists) of anything anyone in history could have dreamed of.

So we're amazing. But we're massively naive. Will liking on the Moon change us? Will Her compassionate aura calm the savage beast of exploitation and ragagery? Or will she be overrun with mining equipment and deep well diggers to extract what milk she may have left in her for us?

If it's the latter, I fear the end. Yes, she will then be used as a "springboard" to Mars, and all bets are off. The zodiac as we know it relates to us as earthlings. The timing and location of the planetary bodies are ephemerized around our physical place in the universe. All buts are off once we discover a lunar-centril or a Martio-centric zodiac. What could that possibly mean?

Here's a thought: Because earth-born humans will always maintain some memory of time (even when you're stoned, you can think of what it's like to measure a day and a night, etc.). So they will be able to carry with them a baseline sense of time based on their terrestrial (and caffeine boosted) experience. But what about the next generation? And the one after that? I think about the colonists who came here to America who originally had a British disposition and a loyalty to the old way of life. But by a few generations - and certainly by 1776 - the identification with Briatin had fallen off, and a new "breed" of human was born: The American Proper.

This has had a big effect. Not just on us as Americans, but on our planet and its destiny. We are in a way a Novo Homo, despite all the biological contradictions to that statement. And we have pulled the entire world in the direction that our inventions have indicated.

What then of those future children whose allegiance to Earth time/space/culture is secondary to their allegiance to Martian or Lunar space, gravity, and climate? Will they have adapted so much that they may never visit earth? That they may look at still-grounded earthlings as odd and curious fuddy-duddies the way I see Britons when I ventuire to their Island? Maybe. Like I said, all bets will be off. Who we - if it's appropriate to talk about "we" in that context - become is anyone's guess, but I have no doubt that we will have evolved (if that's appropriate to talk about!) into something other than what we are as earth-bound terrestrial humans. Terresties, or 'resties might be the derogatory name for those that never got off the planet. (Just a thought)

But I'm not so certain. Scorpionic economics and Capricornian limits have blessedly cut the budget for now, and President Obama has graciously pulled the plug. Does my imagination suffer for it? A bit. The thought of time shares on the moon is not an entirely unhappy one, but for now I feel blessed to have Her in her current role maintained, with only a few bruises from our scientific meddling. No doubt there will be a day when we overcome this "setback," but it looks like it will have to wait another cycle or two. . .

Peer-Review 'r somethin'

So I've got a couple more pieces on Science and the New Religion in the pike, but I stumbled across this today, and it is certainly worth a read, esp. in the context of the previous post about cows and such. Enjoy.

Science, Religion, and Sacred Cows

That science is the new religion is an idea expressed by many. But to what extent hasn't always been fleshed out.

My friend David just referenced this blog post about an experiment conducted giving raw vs. pasteurized milk to calves. It's a fascinating read, and I highly recommend taking the time to check out the literature about raw milk.

The quote that caught my attention was:

To understand the results of our raw milk experiment it is important to tolerate the so called scientific demands. That means in order to get accepted and being taken seriously by the scientific establishment you need to have 100 or 200 or 300 or may be even 1000 calves to make a scientific valid point.

and then this:

The experiment was costing us over 5000 dollars just in milk. This is a significant amount for us, since we did not get any support from corporate sponsors.

and finally this:

. . .the simple fact that the so called experts have not yet entered into a joint research project as proposed by me already in 1994 has given me even a greater confidence that the results we have seen with these two calves are credible and significant. They are in fact supporting the findings of Pottenger’s cat study, which as well has been ignored and ridiculed.

1 + 1 = 2


While on its surface, Science seems to be the very essence of objectivity. Facts and studies were reasoned through, checked for contradictions, repeated may times, peer reviewed, and sent to the presses for publication and dissemination; It would appear to be a foolproof system.

But of course no system is fool proof. There are always leaks and cracks, and these leaks and cracks beg for exploitation.

But I won't bother too much with that argument today except to say that it is impossible - impossible - to separate pure science from politics, policy, and economics. Someone has to pay for the studies, the equipment, and the lab time. The scientists performing the studies have to be concerned about their careers and their advancement (in choosing which experiments to perform). The journals must buffer the shocks to the system that would upend the financial investment of other scientists. And the politicians/commercial interests must rely on studies to make their policy cases and advertise their products.

Nothing exists in a vacuum. Not even science.

But here we concentrate on cost:

The study above is a very compelling one. It is indicative of something we all (raw foodists) experience every day. And yet at $5,000 a pop, adequate experimentation to produce science-worthy results would costs 100s of thousands of dollars or more. From a reality point of view, this is not possible for a small dairy farmer. Thus, whatever the theoretical possibilities of discovering objective science might be, the practical execution of science by non-(sponsored) scientists is virtually impossible- at least if they want to make any cultural impact with their studies.

How is this any different than the position of the Medieval illiterate laity vis a vis the literate clergy? There was literally no way a peasant could corroborate the word of a pastor in interpreting scripture. Therefore, the truth (and therefore the law) was whatever the priest said it was, based, presumably, on that priest's interpretation of the Bible.

This is hardly the democratic ideal that we believe we are living today. And yet, practically speaking, how different are things for the modern "illiterate" scientist - someone without access to funds, equipment, and research team to explore the truth?

The answer is, of course, not very. For all practical purposes, the medieval men in smocks have been replaced by more men (and some women) in smocks dictating truth to us. The only difference - if there is one at all - is that the medieval peasant didn't necessarily expect that they were getting objective, post-superstitious truth (though the church probably took the same attitude towards pagan religious knowledge that the modern scientists take towards Chirstian knowledge). But that's about it. Other than that, we're mostly in the same boat.

My friend David remarked that the longer he lived the more he realizes that shit doesn't change that much. Yes there is progress of a sort, but the fundamentals are the same. The immortal gods, as we astrologers would say, are always with us, whether we recognize them or not.

For better or for worse, it would appear that mankind requires a priest class of learned authorities to tell him what to do. That has not changed. It used to be priests, and now it is scientists (and doctors). Their function is the same (as is, interestingly, their dress and their sexual inertness).

What happens when humans meddle too much in their nature is that they achieve progress, but the natural forms remain in tact, only hidden from sight. We see that in our modern attitudes towards clergy vs. scientists. Popular thinking is that priest-truth has been outsmarted by science-truth, thus deluding us into believing that we have conquered the primitive religious instinct. We have not. it's just hidden. Right before our very eyes, as it turns out.

Think about this the next time the call for "progress" is heard. In the times to come, we are sure to hear the progressive urge very loudly - and, of course, we ignore it at our peril. But how we integrate our progressive desires with the timeless givens of the natural condition will determine how well the implementation of "progress" works. In *that* choice in particular we are completely free beings. We ma not control the choices we have, but our relationship to them is always ours to pass or fumble as we like. So far our track record is not that great, but we will have unceasing opportunities to get it right. And when we do, we will see the kind of real progress that we have always dreamed of.

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[NB- it is for this reason I remain such a champion of the irrational American Right. Not that I wish to se Biblical literalism replace the scientific canon, but because I believe both are only partly true, and neither should ever be without a loyal opposition. Part of religious virtue is its acceptance of the universalities of the human experience (particularly sexuality and its problems) and its frontal - if ineffectual means of dealing with them. That science posits that we are already beyond these impulses - or can be made to be simply by "thinking" is a position unsupported by history and reality. The religious people seem to understand this better than their modern, scientific counterparts. Somewhere in the middle lies truth, and that truth must be flexible, as it sustains the tugging in all different directions from all different parties. A full time job, this truth. ]

Comments

So. It has come to my attention that some of you have been trying to comment on my blogs, but the bureaucratic red tape of signing in/registering dissuaded you. You have my deepest sympathies and understanding.

Now that the problem has come to my attention, I have taken steps to correct it, and now anyone - anyone - can comment on these blogs. Have at, go to, but please try to have no less tact than I display here on a day to day basis- which should give you plenty of latitude in your commentary.

I will look forward to reading it.

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Plug - Part 4

Whoa.

Plug - Part 3

Worth checking out

Duplication

As immodest as it may be, I continue to be enthralled with some of my earlier writing. This particular post from a few years back I always enjoy immensely. And since my travel blog doesn't get quite the attention I give to the others, I'm linking to it here for your perusal and enjoyment.

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How to get skinny eating pancakes

This insight actually came from my pre-Raw Bar-B-Q days. Suffice to say I was a HUGE (in every sense) fan of the smoky deadals back in the day and that my quest to find the perfect baby back led me to revelations about food that stick with me (and in me) to this day.

The biggest one relates to flavor-shock. That is, the best part of eating a Bar-B-Q rib or what not was that first bite. Each subsequent chew diminished the pleasure of the incisive snap such that by the 4th or 5th chew, what was once a poignant delight had now become a banal chore.

Why was that?

Well the answer was largely in the flavoring. That vinegary sting from the first bite had largely worn off by the second. And so as one continued in the chewing one was left with only the smoky meat in one's mounth, which, though potentially delicious in its own right, was inevitably lackluster when compared to the zingy, tangy Bar-B-Q sauce which excites beyond what mere flesh can do. (this is getting kind of gross. sorry)

It seemed unavoidable. Short of injecting sauce into the meat itself, somehow, it appeared that we were all doomed to enjoy 4/5 of out Bar-B-Q experience in diminishing turns less than that 1/5 at the beginning.

As an Ameican, of course, I found this conundrum impossible to accept. There must be a way out of it. There must be progress.

And then I found it: Bar-B-Q Soup.

My friends all laughed at me at the time. . .oh the burn. . .but my beliefs held firm. With the bar-b-qed meat separated from the bone, shredded, and doused in a blood red soup of bar-b-q sauce, the pleasure could go on forever. Each soupspoonful would provide a sauce to meat ratio that allowed for swallowing all the flesh before the sauce's tang wore off. The thrill of each zesty moment would be repeated over and over again without relenting, liberated, as we had become, from the tedium of chewing past the point of pleasure.

To me this was the American dream. A limitless supply of stimulation with the absolute bare minimum of actual effort. What could be better?

Bar-b-q soup would be my ticket to immortality, having freed the masses from their slavish addiction to chewing and suffering through boring tasting meat. . .a hero amongst the people.


Ahhhh. . .the road not taken. Hacked soup, ground soup, brisket soup, duck soup, pork soup, vinegar, sweet, sour, vegan. . .the road seemed endless. Perhaps another day.



But you wanted to get skinny eating pancakes, right? Otherwise you would have been reading the one about dads calling their kids buddy.

Well, I may have mislead you a bit there. You're still going to get fat eating pancakes, there's not much to be done about that. But there is a way you can get less fat while eating pancakes and at the same time save the environment.

The principles are the same as in bar-b-q: What makes most pancakes tasty is not the cake itself, but the smack of sugar you receive when first biting in to that drippy, buttery maple syrup. No matter how good the cake tastes on its own, the syrup will always taste better.

Some of you may have discovered that when you pour your 1/4 cup standardized serving of syrup all over your pancakes, by the 5th or 6th bite, you need to reload, as it were. Where did all the flavor go? Did it disappear?

No, but it did get absorbed into the cakes and its flavor dispersed. So while the syrup-soaked cakes may be mushier and floppier, they have yet lost much of their flavor, thus requiring you to re-douse them with another shot of maple syrup to get your fix.

Now this might not seem so bad- until you realize that while you are only tasting one serving of maple syrup, you are nonetheless eating both that syrup and the syrup that was already absorbed in the pancake! You're double dosing.

And even if this, gentle reader, doesn't seem so bad- just wait. Because by the 10th or 11th bite, that second dose of maple syrup will have been absorbed, and you will be left to add yet one more "serving" to your plate. Now, though you are tasting only one, you are actually eating three servings of maple syrup in one batch- though two are merely filler.

Now, depending on how big your stack is, you may go through this ritual four or five times- or more- particularly if you are engaged in conversation, thus allowing more time for the syrup to withdraw into the bread. So for the intent of eating one serving of maple syrup, in the course of a sitting, you may in fact find yourself eating 6 or more. Unbelievable.

Fortunately, the solution to this is easy. And I thank the cheap-ass restauranteurs upstairs at Fariway for showing me the way out. At Fairway, they serve real Vermont maple syrup with their silver dollar pancakes. And being super tight, they don't give you one of those syrup pitchers but basically what amounts to a plastic shot glass filled with syrup. What I quickly discovered was that if you want to have enough syrup left for your last pancake at Fairway, casually dumping the shot glass over the stack wasn't going to cut it. You had to conserve. And the easiest way to conserve was to just leave the syrup in the cup and use it as a kind of dipping sauce rather than a topping. Ingenious. In this manner, much like out bar-b-q soup, you get the up-front hit of the syrup with each bite you take. There's no double-absorption, there's no waste. Just smack after smack of deciduous goodness.

So for those of you who want to lose weight (or gain less weight) while still enjoying your pancakes in the morning, give this notion a try. Ask for your syrup on the side. Apportion your dipping appropriately, and voila! You will be amazed at how little syrup is actually required to coat an order of pancakes- but that's just the point: "coat" not soak. It's the flavor-shock to the tongue that gives you the stim, not the dull processing afterwards or the deep innards of the cake.


So I'm glad I've gotten that one out of the way, immortality or not. Oh. . .did I mention something about saving the environment? Probably a stretch, but think of all the sap you're saving from those poor maple trees- or the corn you're saving if you use Aunt Jemima's. That should make you feel better about getting skinny right away!

Thanks,

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"Hey, Buddy"

I'd like to register my objection now to the current trend of fathers calling their sons "buddy." (You can hear one such utterance here.)

What's up with that? Is this but one more abdication of parenthood roles for modern Americans? Maybe kids can start calling the TV set 'dad' and maybe the microwave 'mom' so their parents can just get back to being pals. As it is, 21-year old school teachers spend more time with kids than parents do. Is this just an admission that we no longer have any idea how to - or perhaps any desire to - parent? I guess that would be something. Or perhaps it says something about the modern American male and his total lack of paternal backbone. Couldn't say, but like I said before- my objection is hereby registered.

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My Farm

So I may not have told you, but I've been going over plans for some time now to purchase land to grow my own food and live a more peaceful life than the one I do now. This has been a dream of mine for years and has only intensified as I have become more and more committed to the raw food lifestyle. Unfortunately, part of the raw lifestyle for me is about balance, and for me that will no doubt mean balancing country life with at least some degree of city life. And I'm fine with that. But what about the farm? Who will tend to the garden and keep things running smoothly while I'm not there?

Well there are several options that would solve this problem. The first is, obviously, to get married and have several kids who could tend the farm in their father's absence. Let's move on quickly to the second option which would be to "hire" some hippie-help to tend to the farm in exchange for a small stipend, a roof, and fresh food. This is the approach most commonly employed by organic farmers around the world. There is a huge stock of willing and able green people (as I once was myself) who are delighted to spend 9 months or more out of the year planting, weeding, composting, and harvesting their way to a natural lifestyle. While the organization Willing Workers on Organic Farms (WWOOF) has served as a link for farmers and hippies for ages, in the internet age, the hookup can be done even without the middleman.

But then I thought of a better idea. And it has a philosophical twist that I'm sure you will all love. It's wrapped up somewhat with my Southern (U.S.) revival, and then again with my new friendship with Mac. The idea started when I began referring to the hippies I would have work on my farm as "hippie slaves," since, at least when I did it, my hourly wage came out to something like 6 cents an hour for 75 hour weeks.

But after I met Mac, I began to look at slavery in a different way. After all, Mac and his kin have lines out the door of people willing to serve for no money - indeed most are willing to spend money for the privilege. And this got me thinking, is slavery such an evil if people really love doing it - and in Mac's folks' case, actually derive enormous pleasure and satisfaction from it? My answer had to be, at minimum, not completely. And then I found an answer that satisfied both my Yankee, Abolishionist sentiments and my BDSM-sympathetic sentiments: In the Ante-Bellum U.S., the problem was not slavery, but compulsory slavery. If people are willing to give themselves over to the slave lifestyle, then how, as an American, can you object to them exercising their free will to surrender that will? After all, we surrender our will every time we ride a bus or go under the knife. As long as we have a safe word, a right to say, "enough," then it should be between the slave and the master to make their own arrangements.

Well, as a Libertarian, I find this very satisfying. It has been my position on schooling, medicine, and other areas forever, and I am pleased that slavery can now be added to the list of permissible, seemingly harmful activities, so long as it is voluntary.

And so, for my farm, I decided to ask Mac if he might be able to put together a small volunteer cohort of farm slaves to take care of things, just like in the old days. Except on my farm, the people would not necessarily be black, penniless, or truly indentured. They would be free people, making the choice to serve without compensation. Fabulous.

Of course, for those of us on the land, getting our delicious slave-grown vegetables, it would be paradise. I am sure, though, that if word got out, the Feds would want to bust us like they did that Mormon commune in Texas. Of course, there would be no valid reason to do so, but that's not always the point, apparently.

A friend of a friend recently went down to do a report for the New York Times about segregated proms still happening in Georgia. I imagine somebody like that would be sent down. And because I have a journalistic bent to me, I thought I could save them the trouble of a headline:

Mac-Grow-Economics: Grow the Carrot, Get the Stick.

This had me laughing for about a half an hour.
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Hearing Things

I've started hearing strange music in the overtones of my air conditioner while I'm trying to go to sleep at night. Sometimes it's such that I have to triple check that my iTunes is turned off. It's usually electronica, if that's what I've been listening to last, so my mind must create the continuity. But then it can also be 70s funk brass stuff, and even some indiscernible vocals. Maybe it's some kind of Rorschach for musicians, like the way artists see things in clouds.

Or then again, maybe it's just the little green men trying to fuck with me again.

Either that or the drugs. . .

People ask me why I don't shave

D-Blog to iTunes:

Hi there. Of course I love iTunes, but I have one special request for purchasing music.

Sometimes the 30 second clip you provide as a free sample is not enough to know if you want to buy the song. This is especially true in longer classical pieces (sometimes 8 or 9 minutes) where you may hear the introduction but not how the orchestra plays the main melodies later in the piece.

If you are a professional musician, say a clarinetist, who is studying the piece, the clip may not contain the big clarinet solo you're looking for. So either you wind up buying a lot of recordings you don't need or you wind up not buying any.

My solution to this would be to give the option of buying a one-time listen to any song/movement for a discounted price, say 10 or 15 cents. There could be something in the legal agreement saying that a charge for under 25 cents would not need to be authorized, so you could just click on the option to charge a dime to your account and get to listen to the song all the way through- but just once. Then if you chose to buy it, iTunes could charge the remaining 89 cents to your account. Easy.

There have been at least a dozen occasions where I have not bought recordings from you guys because I didn't get a good enough idea of the piece from the 30 second clip provided. Can you imagine buying Bohemian Rhapsody from a thirty second clip from the heavy metal segment of the song? You wouldn't even know what you were getting. Same for a lot of the late Beatles stuff and most classical music compositions which have many segments in them and all kinds of details that different instrumentalists and singers would want to pick out.

I hope you find my solution both feasible and intelligent and that you are able to implement it without too much difficulty (and that you offer me a percentage of the profits you will undoubtedly make from my idea!).

Thanks very much for listening and for a terrific product.

Sincerely,
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Education, cont'd

I'm going to paste this one it. It's from Andrew Sullivan's Daily Dish blog, and it's a thoughtful commentary on the practical value of a Liberal Arts Education. Having received one of these myself, I take for granted a lot of the points the author makes, and in my arguing elsewhere for a more accountability-oriented education process, it may seem that I do not share these values. Obviously, as a polymath myself, I am well aware of the value of ambiguous answers and bucking conventional wisdom, and so it my admonition to make education responsive to students' real needs I see the addition of critical thinking and multi-cultural, multi-discipline courses as invaluable. Presumably, if Wallace is right, then this would be factored into the curriculum in an appropriate and balanced way.

In terms of using the degree to prove to other people that you can do unpleasant work, I find that a little less satisfying of an answer, since I feel that conforming your life around fitting other people's expectations is a little too slavish for my way of thinking. After years of prep-school, the thought of working for others became intolerable to me- whether that's a personal failing or a mark of deep entrepreneurship, I suppose, will be determined by my life. But in general, I think New Hampshire's state motto is equally applicable to wage slaves as to slaves of the state. But just my prejudice.

Here's the article:


In Defense of the Liberal Arts

By Lane Wallace

We're entering commencement time, which means all kinds of notable people (the President and First Lady included) will be giving well-crafted speeches about the importance of education and a college degree. But is one kind of degree better than another? Much has been said about the importance of science and technology degrees in terms of keeping the U.S. competitive with the rest of the world. And as the economy has worsened, and fears of joblessness have risen, the voices advocating pursuit of more "practical" degrees have grown in both number and volume.
A recent New York Times article noted that Humanities now account for only 8% of all college degrees, and that proponents are having to work harder than ever to justify the worth of a humanities, or liberal arts, course of study. The article quotes Anthony T. Kronman, a Yale law professor, as saying, reluctantly, that the essence of a humanities education may become "a great luxury that many cannot afford."

I passionately disagree.

(Full disclosure: I graduated from an Ivy League university with a liberal arts degree in Semiotics, which most people would consider a highly frivolous subject. Although I have to say, the degree did turn out to be useful in getting me job interviews in all kinds of fields, simply because nobody knew what the word meant.)
However. Three points worth considering in the debate:

First ... I figured out the true value of a college degree not in the lofty halls of Brown University, but in a corrugated cardboard factory in New Zealand. I'd taken a "leave of absence" as they call it, after my sophomore year, to figure out if I really wanted to pay all that money learn things that seemed, well ... a tad non-essential, at best. I packed a backpack and took off for the romantic frontier-land of New Zealand with nothing but $500 and a working visa in my pocket. The six months I spent there were a far cry from what I thought the adventure would be, but it was educational. Culminating in my job at the cardboard factory--where I was surrounded by people who hated their jobs but had no other viable option.

In a flash, I grasped the true value of a college degree. It didn't matter what I majored in. It didn't even matter all that much what my grades were. What mattered was that I got that rectangular piece of paper that said, "Lane Wallace never has to work in a corrugated cardboard factory again." A piece of paper that was proof to any potential future employer that I could stick with a project and complete it successfully, even if parts of it weren't all that much fun. A piece of paper that said I had learned how to process an overload of information, prioritize, sort through it intelligently, and distill all that into a coherent end product ... all while coping with stress and deadlines without imploding.

I also realized that I'd do far better at all that if I studied what I was most passionate about learning, practicality be damned. Hence my switch to Semiotics (which, for anyone wondering, is a four-dollar word for communication). If you want to be an engineer or physicist, you'd better major in the subject. But only if that's what you truly want to study and do. Pro forma dedication is discernible from 100 paces away.

Second ... In an increasingly global economy and world, more than just technical skill is required. Far more challenging is the ability to work with a multitude of viewpoints and cultures. And the liberal arts are particularly good at teaching how different arguments on the same point can be equally valid, depending on what presumptions or values you bring to the subject. The liberal arts canvas is painted not in reassuring black-and-white tones, but in maddening shades of gray.

What's the "right" solution to the conflict in Sudan? What was Shakespeare's most important work and why? Was John Locke right in his arguments about personal property? Get comfortable with the ambiguities inherent in a liberal arts education, and you're far better equipped to face the ambiguities and differing viewpoints in a complex, global world. (The late David Foster Wallace expanded on this point in his acclaimed 2005 Kenyon College commencement address, which, if you missed it at the time, is worth taking the time to read.)

Third ... Yes, the U.S. needs technical expertise to keep pace, economically and technologically. But we also need innovators and entrepreneurs creating break-through concepts and businesses. And while knowledge in an area is important, I'd argue that the most important trait a pioneering entrepreneur needs is the confidence to buck convention; to believe he or she is right, despite what all the experts say.

Last year, I interviewed Alan Klapmeier, founder and CEO of the Cirrus Design Corporation, which revolutionized the piston-airplane manufacturing industry with its composite Cirrus aircraft (discussed at length by James Fallows both here at The Atlantic, and in his book Free Flight. I asked Klapmeier what gave him the idea, back in the mid-1980s, that he could take on an industry as conservative and entrenched as general aviation. His answer:

"I think it was my college education. I went to Ripon College, which was a liberal arts school. And that kind of school teaches you how to think for yourself. My professors didn't tell you you were wrong. They convinced you you were wrong. And if they couldn't, you might end up changing their minds on something. Figuring out for yourself what right and wrong is builds a huge bit of confidence. The kind that makes you think maybe we can take on an industry."

Worth thinking about.

Duh

Hmmmm. . .


After 9/11 Don Rumsfeld apparently said, "Either they will have to change or we will have to change- which is impossible." It seems that we lose either way.

For what it's worth, a gentle and intelligent transition to a raw food diet solves all of these problems at once. Once one feels the benefits in one's body, the process becomes all carrot and no stick, thus obviating the need for command and control dietary strictures.

I don't think we'll make it all the way there as a culture, but the model exists already for solving all of these problems at a tiny fraction of the cost of other proposals. But maybe that's the problem. . .

Good-Mart

I stumbled upon this one today from a few years back.

It's a horrid, dystopic idea Scotty and I came up with once, chatting on the cell phone while I was driving through the desert. I got to my hotel room that night and jotted the whole thing down.

To me this would be the most horrendous mode of living imaginable, but I have a feeling I may be in the minority on that. So here's my Good-Mart proposal, guaranteed to turn any developer into a king.

Read at your own risk, and make sure to have one of those "comfort" bags at the ready.

D-Blog




Good-Mart and World Domination


It started with J-Mart- a small chapel in the back of the Wal-Mart where people can go for church services before they go shopping. Originally the J stood for Jesus, but in certain districts, it could stand for the other thing, or (as they do in Aspen) have a Saturday version for Jew-Mart and a Sunday version for Jesus. A little tweaking would be in order for the Muslim neighborhoods lest Jihad-Mart take off in undesirable ways. Maybe we could consider Burka-Mart embedded in Burka-King. . . lots of possibilities.


Anyway, we soon realized that once the church is part of Wal-Mart, there literally is nothing else required for life (except for those who believe in compulsory schooling), therefore it will be the end of civilization as we know it and the beginning of the Brave New World of Good-Mart, named after its founder, [D-Blog].


At Good-Mart, we combine all the convenience of Wal-Mart with the bustling metropolis atmosphere of a real city. Improving community and cutting down on waste through intelligent eco-management of resource, Good-Mart represents the future of American living.


The concept begins with the Wal-Mart, the center of everything retail. But Wal-mart, Sam’s Club, and associated strip mall retail outlets form not only the cultural foundations for the complex but the architectural ones as well. Once re-enforced, the Wal-Mart will serve as the ground floor for a series of high rise towers with elevator service leading down into the Mart itself.


We therefore are able to create an entire gated community with a Wal-mart at its base. Elevators would run up and down the 4-40 story towers. There would be a swimming pool, fitness center and other amenities. Restaurants could be provided downstairs in the style of a Las Vegas casino – buffets might work especially well. A medical facility could be “on campus” as well as any other requirements specific to the community (legal and accounting services, for example- Law-Mart).


Parking would remain street level as in a normal Wal-Mart/Mall, but it would be covered, providing protection from the sun as well as additional acreage for more towers and public spaces. Parks, fountains, jogging tracks would all be part of this “virtual city.” A light rail system (modeled on the one in the Detroit airport) would connect different parking sectors as well as different segments of the compound. Driving would be held to a minimum, and walking/rail systems would provide most of the transportation. This would increase exercise and physical fitness while diminishing carbon emissions and driving. In fact, 95% of one’s daily needs would be provided by the complex itself- especially shopping and retail needs. Of course, delivery service would be provided on demand from downstairs businesses. In fact, an optional Good-Mart card can be used to charge all expenses to the monthly rent bill. A simple card swipe or fingerprint ID is all you would need to shop “on-campus.”


There could also be ‘virtual,’ multi-purpose office space in the complex. In this way, people from most cubicle-style jobs could work close to home over the internet. Xerox/fax service would be provided as well as messenger service, and secretarial service. In this way, people from several different businesses could all work from the same office through video conferencing and email.


Retirement communities would transplant well into Good-Mart. The close proximity to neighbors and medical help would be a plus as well as the benefits of reduced driving and increased exercise. General communal sense would be improved as well- compared with traditional planned communities based around separate homes, fenced off from each other.

Also, waste would, in general, be reduced, as trash removal/recycling would be more efficient, lawn care reduced, and mass transport clean, swift, and available round the clock. If desired, solar paneling could be used on the exterior of the buildings to harness energy, and wind farms could be placed on the roofs. Electrical efficiency strategies could be employed as well, plus energy could be re-harnessed from alternators in elevators, escalators, and light rail. All energy would be fed back into the grid itself.


Public gardens may be made available in certain locations, tended to by local residents. Movie theaters, different sporting ground facilities (depending in part on Good-Mart theme, e.g. shuffle board for elderly focused residents, ‘beach’ volley ball for younger), and music and art installations would be available as well. Day care would be a given. Also, with office space so close to home, having lunch with the whole family (at one of Good-Mart’s dining establishments or prepared at home using ingredients from the downstairs Wal-Mart) could become a new tradition.


“Bulk” discount home furnishing packages and items could be available for purchase (if desired) for the units- for example, Good-Mart Living Co. could purchase 500 flat screen TVs and sell them to residents at a discounted cost. This way, state of the art home amenities could be made available at an affordable price, thus incentivising the young and trendy (or at least young and professional) to live in a Good-Mart unit rather than a private home. Ikea-style pre-set home furnishings could also be purchased in bulk and sold at discounted prices for Good-Mart residents.



Finally, projecting out into the future, an interconnected network of Good-Marts would span the nation. Modeled loosely on the VOR model of aviation navigation or the interstate highway system, regional Good-Marts would serve as "hubs" of culture and civilization with light-rail ‘spokes’ connecting them all at greater distances. Bullet trains would parallel the highway system (as a reminder to drivers that alternatives exist to long highway travel- and at quicker speeds) taking families speedily and easily between Good-Mart ‘loci’ across the country. In this manner, visiting friends and families would be a cinch, with holiday commotion and travel costs kept to a minimum. (Also, as with some cell phone calling plans, this incentivises family members to become part of the Good Mart community as well- perhaps discounts/bonuses could be made available for ‘signing up' new members to the network.) Most importantly, all light rail systems on Good-Mart locations and between locations would be crystal clean- only being ridden by ‘citizens’ of Good-Mart who have an interest in preserving their quality of life.


Ideally each Good-Mart hub would have its own "Vegas-style" theme. For people who have always dreamed of living in Paris, there could be a Parisian-themed Good-Mart. A "rural" themed Good-Mart would be appropriate for gardeners. There could be Good-Marts for different tastes in food, clothing, and entertainment- Jazz-based Good-Marts, Meat-and-Potatoes-themed Good-Marts, or Trendy-Chic-based Good-Marts. The possibilities are endless. Of course, some Good-Mart communities would prefer not to be the envy of their neighbors or be visited too frequently by Good-Mart "Tourists." Exclusive or Reclusive Good-Marts could also be available for Americans desiring a quieter lifestyle.


Good-Mart will always be improving its services and efficiencies- while always maintaining the quality lifestyle desired by its residents. A new America is dawning. Wal-Mart was only the beginning. Now, Good things are happening at Good-Mart.

Consistency

For some reason it's important to me that I not come off as sounding like an uneducated, Philistinic (?) goon when I talk about science and my objections to it.

I do presume to push the envelope on this topic, as I think challenging fundamental assumptions requires a little extra "umph" to budge the complacent mind. And unfortunately the scientific group-mind is more complacent than it is billed as being.

I'd like to reference the last few chapters from my old mentor, Robert Anton Wilson's magnificent book, "Quantum Psychology." Wilson was a huge influence on me back in the day, even before I cared that his initials were RAW (see here for an explanation).

Wilson was a hard-core skeptical rationalist, though he was as perturbed about scientific fundamentalism as he was about any other sort of fundamentalism. His play, "Wilhelm Reich in Hell," was his creative take on the subject. The references is to the burning of Reich's library after his incarceration by the US government in the 1950's. Reich's scientific studies were considered too controversial, and so it was deemed that no record should be left of them. Reich's work would be resurrected by dedicated students not a generation later and then bolstered by the entire modern yogic movement in America as well as by the entire field of mind-body medicine, somatics, and tantra. Hooray.

As far as expending our own views of science, the subject litters much of Wilson's oeuvre, but towards the end of "Quantum Psychology," he makes, I believe, his densest contribution. To summarize, he contends that for modern science, there is no "one" model for explaining the universe. There are only many. And, as one explores, it turns out that the "correct" model for structuring the universe turns out to be whichever one is most appropriate for the particular question you're asking of the universe. This means that the person asking the questions is as much a part of the answer as the answer itself is.

I like this. I like this a lot. It underlines my argument for Geocentrism in Astrology as the one accurate means of locating oneself in the cosmos- that is, in oneself. It gives due value to the subjective, personal experience and puts the systemic perspective in his or her individual service rather than he or she in its (the far more common version). In other words, we get to choose what questions we ask and therefore what models we use to answer those questions. This is as close to scientific "fact" as we're likely to arrive at.*

It also undermines one of our most insidious of biases in the modern west- that for something to be "true" it has to be consistent. The assumption that the universe is consistent is really an appalling projection of our own mortal insecurities onto the world around us. Consistency is something desired by humans for the purpose of predicting and therefore controlling outcomes. It is a fear-based impulse to order, based around what our limited minds can comprehend. And it is utter nonsense.

Thus the search for "one consistent model" will always elude us. Such a unified theory would be the externalized, crystalized projection of all of our fears into a system which would have the authority to dictate to us what we can and cannot do, what we must and must not do. And it would carry the full weight of that authority in punishing any deviants (which, in theory, there should be none of if the system is perfectly consistent). This is, in our hearts, what we are looking for in science. A grand master of truth whom we can slavishly follow, trusting in its eternal, objective accuracy- its consistency.**

But why would the world agree to be consistent? If you were the universe, what joy would you find in being utterly predictable, the same in every way? You wouldn't, because then you would be static and unchanging, and therefore devoid of purpose. After all, if you were consistent, once you "got it," the rules, the order, etc., there would be no reason to continue existing, no purpose. You will have been completed.

Creativity, inconsistency, leads to motion, to the endless question of "what's next" that keeps the storyline of life suspenseful and intriguing. Inconsistency is Scheherezade's 2nd night which leads all the way to her ten thousand and first. It is the tipper of the scales that keeps the game of life unfolding.

The presumption, then, of consistency is founded in the human ego-based drive for security against unpredictable threats. Fair enough. But we shouldn't imagine that the whole world is as fearful as we are- or at least that if they are, they would respond to that fear in the same way. The Lion in the jungle, after all, is just as desirous of eliminating threats to survival as we are. He simply goes about it differently.

I use this example, of course, deliberately, as the Leonine principle is opposed to the Consistency principle in astrology. Why should we, then, as astrologers look at the universe only from the perspective of 1/12 of the zodiac? Because we are humans and not beasts (supposedly)? Maybe that is the cause of the bias, though I suspect it is simply the first churnings of the Aquarian Age, regulating and fixing our minds. May I say, Oy.

My point here is that when we look to "explain" events, we ought to fight off the urge to disprove our explanations if they diverge from other "facts" and therefore seem "inconsistent." There are varied sorts of truths, and the adoption of any one of them is the native's choice, based perhaps on their archetypal disposition.

But the ignorant pygmy in the forest who sees the lightning strike as a message from a deity of sorts rather than the result of alternating currents generated by the cycles of precipitation should not be dismissed as "wrong" simply because the two views appear to be inconsistent. Each is consistent within themselves, because the experiencer is asking a certain set of questions.

The scientist declares that the pygmy is "merely" finding superstitious means of controlling his fears of the unknown. But is science doing anything different? Why do we chase after our formulae, after all, if not for exactly this reason of eliminating fear of the unknown?

Whether we have more success in controlling the outcomes than the pygmy making sacrifices to his god can not be objectively measured, because success can not be objectively measured. The pygmy may make his sacrifice and live out his days content that he will never be struck by lightning. The modern my spend several generations, untold quantities of money, and enormous amounts of anxiety in the mere hope that at some point deep in the future, someone may learn how to control the weather.

Who is better off? It depends who you ask. The modern does not believe in that animist rubbish, and so he would be just as anxious after the sacrifice as before. The pygmy might say, why would I want to live in a constant state of suspense for 400 years until somewhere there's a breakthrough to control what I've just controlled through killing my little bunny? (A modern person might add that there was no guarantee that the pygmy would be able to afford the benefits of the scientific breakthrough technology anyway or that local politics wouldn't interfere with his access to same.) One's definition of success is as much a product of one's environment or culture as anything else- that is, the answer to what is success depends on the questioner.

So this brings us back to subjectivity. Who is asking the question? What does each one want? And therefore what models will be most appropriate to fit which desires? These desires will, mercifully, be as inconsistent as the days.





*When I was researching this stuff myself, I realized that the top 10 best minds in science would offer at least 10 differing theories of how the cosmos works (forget about why it works). If this were the case, then how were we, the laity, to make up any sort of informed decision for ourselves? It seemed fruitless to me and confirmed my suspicions that nobody knew what they were talking about. Therefore alternative strategies of living would be required apart from trusting some expert to tell me what was truth. It is us who whose which experts to listen to, after all, and this confirms the model described above in which the subjective experiencer is as much a part of the equation as that hich is being experienced.

**What I'm describing here should sound awfully familiar to anyone who has lived in the West over the past 2000 years or so. It is the monotheistic worldview disguised as science. I have written elsewhere about this link and the search for the one "true" (i.e. consistent) truth which has plagued the world since Abraham. The scientific revolution was meant to correct many of the problems of Christianity, but, in keeping with the old maxim that 'what we fight, we become,' the modern scientific culture has all the trappings of monotheistic dictatorialism, only with much more sophisticated gizmos.

Collections

Last time I was on the train, the friendly, automated voice came over the speaker, "Soliciting charity on the subway is illegal. We ask you not to give. Please help us keep an orderly subway, and have a nice day." Or something to that effect.

It struck me that if they were serious about stopping begging in the subway, the MTA would consider setting up an alternative for people right there in the subway station. They could have little "donation hubs" where people could slip their loose change into a permanent bin and the money could be distributed to shelters or other charities benefiting the homeless.

If people knew they could make a difference while it was on their minds, they would be less likely to give to panhandlers on the subways themselves, thus discouraging panhandling as a whole.

An alternate collections measure (if they could find someone to design the software) would be to allow riders the option of tacking on 50 cents or a dollar to their metro card purchase at the kiosks. This could be done for every, say, 100 transactions per machine so that every time you refilled your card you wouldn't be bombarded with charity advertising. But it would give everybody a chance to do something for the homeless without encouraging subway panhandling.


Speaking as a New Yorker, though, and despite the unpleasantness I associate with subway panhandling, it's kind of comforting in a strange way to know that the City hasn't been completely sanitized. Maybe NIMBY will eventually move back to the suburbs where it belongs.

Culture of Life

So we have created an ingenious system in which power is pitted against power for the benefit of the masses. This deconcentrates power from the centralized monarch and therefore (ostensibly) removes the corruption that has been the mother's milk of tyranny for centuries. Marvelous, truly marvelous.

But in a closed system - and the human psyche remains a closed system until we decide to "open" it - the energy for tyranny has to go somewhere. The founders remind us that tyranny does not only lie without - in the monarch - but more insidiously within, in the desire for servitude and the certainty a powerful Patriarch provides. In many instances they urge constant vigilance against one's own inner laziness and cowardice that would sacrifice Freedom for Surety. But even by the presidency of Quincy Adams and Jackson, it must have been clear to them that the virtue they sought in their countrymen's hearts had waned. By Johnson, it would be all but extinguished.

Vigilance is an uphill battle, and whenever we turn our vigilance too far outside of ourselves, we leave our minds and hearts vulnerable to the infestation of sloth. Yes, we are vigilant against our government (some of us still), but what, again, of that inner slave/tyrant? Where does he go?

I spoke of the human psyche as a closed system. By that I mean that all of the biological elements remain in force regardless of our efforts to squelch or suppress them. Therefore, the mammalian desire to be led by an alpha-species leader does not disappear just because we form an ingenious system of government. It simply must find another avenue to express itself - only, since we have suppressed it, the avenue to submission will not be the obvious one, but will rather sneak up on us as if from behind.

That which we tame, that which we control, does not simply disappear, it rather morphs into shapes that we do not recognize. This is the true danger of "repression." Not that it is amoral to suppress biological needs (the liberal perspective) but simply that it is ineffective and dangerous. Better the Devil you know than the Devil that walks around disguised as your buddy.

And for every suppressed impulse, we 'create' a buddy who is in fact a hidden devil.

So what, I ask again, has become of that basic human urge to follow? Where has our inner serf turned for enslavement? Who is our latter-day Devil disguised as friend?

Well, the mammalian impulse that creates the alpha-leader is, quite simply, the fear of death. We pack-animals fear the invasion of neighboring packs and so look to the biggest and the strongest to protect us. We gladly give up our women and our best food for the dominating strength the alpha has proven, as it is our best hope of survival against our enemies.

So protection from death is our primary concern, and it is hard wired in people as it is in animals. But where are those enemies today? Who are the alpha-males we have given our food and our women (and our money which may buy both) over to?

Well it is obviously the doctor class.

We have created an entire caste of high-tech warriors to defend us not from the Scots or the Turks, but from an even more insidious foe- an invisible one! The swarming herds of unseen microbes lurking behind every lamp post. The rogue germ just waiting to attack us from any corner - these, these are the new terrorists, and they are everywhere!

Orwell, Huxley, and Gilliam postulated a constant state of warfare against political terrorists as a fabrication to maintain centralized control over the people. The constant threat of terror and sabotage by socialists, communists, and Jews have held potentates in place for centuries. But having de-potentated out potentates through adversarial democracy, we leave a vacuum to be filled for those who wish to manipulate power to control us.

It used to be that any time a prince would need some extra funds to pay for his extravagances, he would gin up some conflict with the neighboring country and send his armies over there, effectively, to loot. This would not be the stated purpose of the war, of course. That would always be the mammalian watchword of "national security," or "keeping us safe." But it was rather understood by the princely caste that this is how you made money- a kind of back and forth of conquest.

Well the Medical class does the same thing for us moderns. New terrorists are discovered every day. Avian flu, human papilloma, ovarian cysts - all of these mysterious killers threaten to destroy you and your loved ones. But no need to fear! The magic pill, injection, or "procedure" has just been discovered to fend off these impending disasters. Just thank heaven for the new warriors with their scalpels at the ready.

Now I am not saying necessarily that it is the doctors who are conjuring up this rouse to keep you in fear and to take your money. Just as the patriotic, well-intentioned army solider is the unconscious agent of a deceptive tyrant, the modern doctor - usually earnest in his desire to help - is the stooge of a larger industry who controls him. The modern doctor has no time to do rigorous research of the drugs he peddles, the procedures he endorses, or the equipment he prescribes. Just as the soldier is too busy doing push-ups to study geo-politics, the doctor simply has too much to do to really check if what his masters are telling him is true. He simply goes along with it.

As futile as the Hippocratic oath may be, it must be stated that the executives - to say nothing of the shareholders - of giant pharmaceutical companies and medical equipment companies do not take it. They are under no obligation to serve the interests of the patient. In fact, they are explicitly in business to serve the financial interests of the shareholders. This is business, and it's a good one- even better than looting the neighboring kingdom.

The human desire for protection - like the human desire for sex - will never disappear. By denying people access to their sexual feelings, a massive underground industry of pornography and prostitution is created- wholly disproportionate to actual need. By denying people access to their desire for monarchical daddying, an enormous medical-industrial complex emerges, most of it entirely unnecessary. Both are huge earners, as they exploit a never-ending sea of desire for sex and safety. You will never make a bad bet on either.


Is there a solution to this problem? Some may not conceive it to be a problem at all. After all, yes the doctors are controlling our lives, but still, aren't they at least keeping us safe?

I highly dispute this. First of all, I don't believe in germs. I know that makes me a philistine to some, but I am generally unimpressed with the idea that the human system is so weak that it must live in an entirely sterile environment. I do believe, however, that through vaccination, massive ingestion of chemicals, and lack of exposure to challenging environments that the human system can become this weak.

That our medications make us sicker is something we would rather not think about. Nobody studies it, since the people who have money to do the studies are the people hawking the drugs- so why would they question their own monopoly on truth?

The answer to the problem is the same answer that we have found to deal with overweening government, and that is self-rule. In much of rural America, gun-ownership is still seen as the antidote to too much government. As nuts as you may think these people are, they have decided to take alpha-male protection - once the monopoly of the state - back into their own hands. They have accepted responsibility for their physical safety, and therefore enjoy the freedom of living unencumbered by princes and potentates. I salute them.

Well the same thing can be done for health. It is simply a matter of taking responsibility for it and therefore enjoying the freedom that good health has to offer. For me, nutritional healing has been the most effective way to accomplish this. There are simple, relatively inexpensive and permanent ways to undue the harm caused by a toxic society and establish a pattern of health that will not only extend your life quantitatively but will increase the qualitative enjoyment of the life you are living today. This is the promise of natural medicine, and it has fulfilled that promise since time immemorial.

The germ theory of Pasteur - which he recanted on his death bed as a hoax - leads to endless struggle and endless fear. The ecological approach, which balances the body's natural ecosystem with its environment makes any kind of microbial "attack" a moot point. A healthy body will not be hospitable to "invaders." In fact the alkalinity model has it that microbes are actually generated within our own tissues as a response to acidic environments in our system. An acidic condition is naturally produced in the body when the body dies and is ready to decompose. That is the signal for the fungus and bacteria to start breaking us down. When we produce these toxic conditions while still alive, however (through toxic chemicals and cooked food), we send mixed signals to our environment- it is time to break down, and yet we are not dead yet, so we must fight off the "pathogens." It's like the US drug war in which we are funding both sides of the battle with our own resources. It is an enormous waste of energy and will make us twice as sick with half the energy.

Nutritional healing solves this problem by eliminating the circumstances that create the "disease" and therefore eliminating also the wasted energy we spend in fighting the disease. It is a holistic, win-win solution for the body. The subjective experience of alkalizing in this way is that one wonders what one was fighting with one's whole life. Everything just seems so much easier.


But perhaps this is too simple for our culture. We believe in progress and so we must continue the fight to advance medicine - indefinitely.


But before we get there, medical "advancement" will kill this country as surely as the lust and greed of a prince will destroy his own kingdom. They will both bleed the state of money until it is dry.

Universal health care, having the stated purpose of protecting us, will seal us all in our graves. The medical industry is profit-driven, not health driven. And the sole arbiters of what makes us healthy will be the medical industry itself. Describing this as the fox guarding the chicken coop is the understatement of the new century.

Once they are given full power to control, diagnose, and prescribe to all of us, their power over the country will be complete, and they can start sucking the wealth out of us - with our own willing consent - until we are bled dry, the industry having turned itself into the very leeches they have disowned as quackery.

What new forms of quackery await us? Only the imaginations of the Medical Industry will tell. But understand this: that as long as Americans are unwilling to die - or to be born - naturally they will keep wanting more- more props in old age, more promises of longevity, more easement from suffering, more, and more, and more, and more. Our desire for immortality will be insatiable so long as we fail to live fulfilling lives with the days we are already given. And so the research into new gizmos and new pills will be literally endless.

Will health care costs ever stop rising? No. Because who on earth would want to stop cancer research, AIDS research, Alzheimer's research? We're just "one breakthrough away" from a new discovery that could add years of life to someone with Parkinson's. How can we stop now? And we won't. So like a hopeless gambler, plugging away for that next big win, we will spend every last penny of our grandchildren's money to stay alive just a little bit longer and with a little bit less distress, forgetting what our own grandparents taught us- that the house always wins.

If Americans could ever say "Enough. I'm healthy enough," we might be able to stop the ship from sinking. But the medical people make us unhealthy from birth- through unnecessary interventions, vaccinations, and food additives, that we never really "get here" in the first place. The American work ethic undermines our enjoyment of the life we have, and the chemical-foods we eat numb us to our real life experience. Death, then, is an endless terror in this supposed "culture of life," and so like our mammalian predecessors, we will fight it off at all costs. And for us, unfortunately, it will truly be at all costs. "Think health care is expensive now?" wrote George Will last year. "Just wait till it's free."

Indeed.