The Alerted Eye
By: Andrew Muir

Mar
06

Throughout all the long ages of human history, people have tried to make sense of the world, and their place in it. We call this particular intellectual pursuit “philosophy”; it is roughly defined as the contemplative reflection of existence, truth, nature and consciousness. Or at least, that’s my best stab at it.

There have been many philosophers throughout history. Indeed, every one of us a philosopher, regardless of whether we are published authors, famous historical figures, or average Joes. That’s because every one of us contemplates these issues, in his/her own way. 

I’d like to tell you about one particular philosophical theory, posited by a scientist named Richard Dawkins. Some of you may have heard his name; he has become quite famous (or infamous?). He is an evolutionary biologist, and a noted author. His book “The Selfish Gene”, published in 1976, was one of the first popular books to explain, in simple terms, how evolution occurs at a genetic level. His more recent book “The God Delusion”, a staunch polemic about the follies of monotheistic faith, has earned him the nickname “Darwin’s Rottweiler”. 

The theory that I’d like to tell you about is described in the last chapter of “The God Delusion”. Actually, Dawkins himself does not call it a ‘philosophical’ theory; it is actually a biological theory, but one that addresses questions of existence, truth, nature and consciousness. Ever since I read his theory, I’ve looked at the world a little differently, and I think it has enriched my own outlook on things. I’ll try my best to explain it. It’s called the “Middle World” theory.

Let’s start with a simple question. Why can’t you walk through walls? Physicists have proven that walls, and other solid things, are actually full of empty space. If you were able to get a powerful microscope that could see atoms, you would see that they are mostly empty – the nucleus being like “a fly in a baseball stadium”. All physical matter is like this – empty space. So why can’t we walk through walls?

In fact,  there is a simple answer. The atoms in your body never actually touch the atoms in the wall – the particles on both sides repel each other. Go ahead and try it – reach out and touch something. The matter in your body will not technically “touch” it – your hand is actually being repelled by trillions of charged particles. 

Of course, we don’t see the world in that way. To us, a wall is a wall, and it’s just solid. Simple as that.

Now, let’s do a little thought experiment. Let’s pretend there is a lifeform that is SO SMALL that it can fit between the particles in a wall. How do you think IT would see the wall. Would it be as solid? Well… no it probably wouldn’t. To that tiny lifeform, the wall would be no more solid than empty space is to us, right?

You might be wondering why a biologist would ask us to consider these questions. Well the question becomes more interesting when you look at it from an evolutionary perspective. Dawkins makes a simple proposition: our conceptualization of the world, as a matrix of thee-dimensional solid objects, is itself the result of evolution. Our mental construction of the world has been shaped, for billions of years, by natural selection. If you think that sounds outlandish, then consider something this:

Many species of birds see the world much differently than we do. Scientists discovered, only recently, that many birds have ultraviolet patterns on their feathers. Imagine holding a UV light up to a kestral, and seeing glowing patterns magically appear on its wings. Ornithologists have speculated that these patterns are used during courtship. The birds see them just fine – of course, we do not see them at all, without the help of special UV lights.

There is, of course, a logical reason why birds see UV and we do not: their environment must have favoured those individual birds whose eyesight bordered that range of the electromagnetic spectrum. It is likely that any bird able to pick up the UV traces in the urine trails of rodents, for example, would have an advantage in the wild, and would therefore be more likely to propagate his/her genes. It doesn’t take a great leap of imagination to see how sensitivity to UV could have evolved in birds. 

The implications of this are clear: animals do not evolve only PHYSICALLY. Their sensory world evolves as well. Dawkin’s simply asks us to consider how OUR sensory world may have been influenced by natural selection, and our changing environment.

The more I thought about this theory, the more it seemed obvious. As a child, I was confused when my teacher told me that bats were blind, and that they navigated by hearing alone. However, according to Dawkin’s theory, this makes perfect sense. The bats, by means of echo-location, have simply developed an alternative method by which to construct the world. Bats are not blind – they see with their ears, just as clearly as we see with our eyes. Some have even speculated that bats “hear” colour as arbitrary markers for different kinds of surfaces.

Dawkin’s philosophy, I hope, is becoming clear. Human beings live in a world that is, for the most part, an arbitrary mental construct. We are the “survival mechanisms” of our genes, and part of that survival, of course, entails constructing the world in a way that helps us to survive. We need to be able to distinguish between different categories of physical mutability, for example, so our brains construct concepts of “empty” and “solid”, even though air and rocks are both virtually empty. We cannot conceive the vastness of the cosmos, or the minuteness of the atom because our brains have evolved, in “middle world”, to construct distances and spatial relationships relative only to our order of magnitude. In short, we do not see ultraviolet because we never needed to. 

Ever since I read this theory, it has crossed my mind on an almost daily basis. It’s a funny thing, to look at a rock and KNOW that it is empty space, to KNOW that it is just an arbitrary mental construct. I find myself wondering, what does a rock look like to a bird? What does it sound like to a bat? I suppose Dawkin’s theory doesn’t solve any of the old philosophical riddles. Like any good scientific inquiry, it produces more questions than answers. 

If you found this at all interesting, I recommend reading any of Professor Dawkin’s books. 

Jan
29

There is an island in the Pacific ocean that is the most geographically isolated piece of land on planet Earth. The nearest island is over 2000 kilometers away. Around the time that Europe was being ruled by medieval monarchs, a handful of Polynesian sailors discovered the Island, and colonized it. The people called themselves the Rapanui.

They were completely isolated on their island – for centuries, they had no contact with any other culture. Stranded in the great emptiness of the pacific ocean, a microcosm of human civilization evolved independently of any other society of human beings. Their story is surely one of the most remarkable and mysterious in all of human history.

One can imagine that they must have believed their island to be the only land in existence. Perhaps they had legends of ancestors who came from across the ocean, but after generations of storytelling, any knowledge of the outside world must have seemed vague and mystical. For them, the ocean’s horizon was the edge of the Universe. So had it always been.

And just like every human society, they worshiped some sort of God. Interestingly, the Rapanui worshiped the frigate bird. Their reasoning was simple: the frigate caught its food from the ocean, and it didn’t nest on the island, so the Rapanui never saw the birds come down to land; they were always in the sky. It’s easy to see why the islanders believed the birds to be magical – of a higher order than the rest of nature.

The Rapanui also worshiped their chiefs, and erected gigantic statues in their honour. Archaeologists suspect that they cut down the old-growth trees in order to accomplish this. Eventually, they cut down every last tree on the island. One wonders what was going through the minds of the men who cut down the very last tree.

In the 18th century, when European explorers finally arrived on the island on Easter day (they named it “Easter Island”), they did not find a thriving civilization. The population had been ravaged by famine, and their oral culture suggested that their ancestors had resorted to warfare, and cannibalism.

Today, the huge stone heads remain – ominous tombstones of a lost civilization. The inhabitants of the island eventually forgot their meaning. Their God had forsaken them. And while the Rapanui’s civilization degenerated into chaos, war, and famine the frigate birds, ever circling in the skies above as they had for millions of years, looked down on the island and on the Rapanui with uncaring eyes.

Jan
01

The year 2006 was red. 2007 was blue. And the for the year 2008, my shoelaces were green. Green for “go”, I said. 

It’s a silly tradition, I suppose, to change the colour of one’s shoelaces every time we enter a new year. It does, however, serve a practical purpose. One day I will look back at photographs and wonder what year they were taken in. If my feet are visible in the photograph, then I need not wonder. I’ll confess though, that my reasons for doing this are not practical. In truth, I don’t know why I do it. I suppose I just like silly traditions.

Speaking of traditions, I have yet another one. Every time new years eve comes around, I reflect on the year passed by simply jotting down a few memorable memories and obnoxious inside jokes. So here it goes. The year 2008 was characterized by:

- Shalane Crosson

- Poo in the shoe

- “Handling” things

- Bugs & Drugs 

- Eugene

- Boating (and docking) with Hunt in Shushwap

- Playing cards in Birch Bay (the moon landing was faked Trevor!)

- Death Cab Guitar Lessons

- “Tell me…”

- Krista punching Hunt in the face

- “You have no dignity”

- Sly Coop

- Hookah and Heavy Metal 

- Human bowling

- Pub with Jason

- Nearly 100 hours of David Attenborough

- Lower Falls

- Mark surprising me at the Yale

- The Dark Tower

- Classic Rock night with Truman and Holtzy

- Burnaby mountain hikes

- Christopher Hitchens

- TAing 253, and meeting so many great students

- Foosball with Robbie

- That time that squirrel came RIGHT IN my apartment

- The alley (you know the one)

- Frankfurt School, Journalism, and Methods

- Starbucks with Brown and Hunt, and the night that followed

- Texting

- Cirque du Soleil with Shalane and family

- Whistler with Diane and Chris

- Burning the couch at Stave (Audrey with the gascan?)

- Dropping bombs

- Flasks of Jager

- Gorgo

- New Years at Ryan’s

- Long nights in the grad lounge

- Brown’s naked ass (unwanted memory)

- Boat cruise

- POTZILLA!!! Weed game in the Ranch before it opened

- Seawall with Evangeline

- Charlie-cat (rowr?)

- SAT Writing Classes (Vocab word: Quinquagenarian)

- White Christmas. TOO white!

- The Huntavirus

- Gough frequenting the Yale

- Drinks and Spaghetti factory with Brown, Mitch, and Hunt 

- Wii Mariokart

- Jenelle on stage “And honey here I am…”

- Eugene again

- Couple (anything)?

- The absence of Greg, Engrish teacher

- Party lighting

- I know there’s more with Brown… but for some reason I can’t remember them…

- The Sheriff (and Fort Awesome in general)

- Rain jogging with Pajak

- Granville Island with Shalane (damn snobby rich people looking at me…)

- Sunday dinners with the fam

- Brickhouse songs: Tribal, Take a Deep Breath, Mystery Train, Because, Three In The Bed, Quicksand, and all the rest

- Tasha (in my thoughts every day)

- Derek and James at the Fairview

- Pandas

- The huge jam session at Bonita

- White night

- Visits from Kels and Rach (and their songs, almost done I swear)

- Jammin with Tyson

- Gillan being a homo

- Trek?

- Jenelle Spicer, too much to list…  you know exactly what’s up

- Brickhouse, and the fulfillment that tradition has brought to my life

- Casa Bonita, and the Ranch, and the deep connections between them

- Tunes

Each one of those memories will, in my mind, be associated with a pair of green shoelaces. I can only hope that 2009, the year of YELLOW shoelaces, will be just as fun. Happy New Year everyone!

Dec
25

There is a park beside my parents house that, for the last few years, I have often retreated to whenever I feel like reflecting on things. I did that tonight… at 2AM on Christmas morning.

Standing there in the characteristic stillness of a snowy night, warming my hands with my frozen breath, I looked at the neighborhood that I grew up in - with 25 year old eyes.  Where the frog pond had been, there was now a tennis court. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard those clammy croaks as if they were right beside me. I thought of my roommate. Once, when we were kids, he had lived opposite my back fence. We used to explore the dilapidated old barn across the street, despite the fact that it was haunted. Today, there is a housing development in its place. The frogs have long vacated.

If, back in those days, I had ventured much beyond Mitchell Road, I would probably have met two other boys who were a year younger than me. In fact, it’s entirely possible that I did. They were taking piano lessons just like I was. And they were walking the same way to school. And they knew the frog pond just the same. Funny, that.

It seems as though a lifetime has passed between then and now. Some would say we’ve “grown up”. Well I don’t feel like I have. Standing in that field of snow, transfixed by all those playfully bittersweet Christmas lights, I felt just as much a kid as I always have – clambering through life with no more sense of purpose or direction than a curious toddler.

I noticed the playground, and I was reminded of a memory that I didn’t know I had. There on the swings, we had talked one summer night. And when it began to rain, Tasha and I sat underneath the arched bridge that connected the monkey bars to the swirly slide, and talked about…. I don’t know. It wasn’t even that long ago. At the time, I never even thought it was significant that we were beside the frog pond. In retrospect, how could I have NOT seen? She was a truly wonderful friend, and ever since we met, Christmas has ALWAYS made me think of her.  

In a way, standing in that field of snow was like standing in the center of my life – a curious feeling of transcendence. And in the moment of clarity that resulted, its “meaning” became clear to me.

We are NOTHING without our friends and family. They make us who we are, and give meaning and definition to our existence. Nothing else can do that. So, my Christmas message this year is very simple… I’d like to say “thank you” to all the people who have supported me and made me feel loved over this past year (and you all know who you are). Your friendships have been the greatest gift of all.

Merry Christmas,

~Andrew Muir

Dec
04
Streaming through the tattered blinds
Cascading down the sheets
The sunlight of a winter morning
Cupid’s eyes did meet

His breath a reek of cigarettes
And alcoholic fumes
His wings a loose dishevelment
Of Alabaster plumes

He lifted up his heavy head
To greet the day begun
While coughing up obscenities
And curses at the sun

He searched upon his tables for
A token to describe
The cocktails and the whiskies
And the spirits he’d imbibed

“Alas” he spoke in sullen tone
“My witnesses above
Another night of disregard
For those who fall in love”

For there within his quiver were
His arrows straight and true
But where before there had been three
There now were only two

To harbour for eternity
A fate could not be worse
The infinite affliction of a
Single Arrow’s Curse

“Upon my word” he spoke aloud
“What mischief have I wrought?
For now a man shall seek his love
Where none there should be sought.”

~Andrew Muir, Dec 3, 2008

Nov
13

To my memory, it was among the simplest propositions I’d ever heard. It would have been some time around April last year, when Matt Brown slammed a tall glass of drink and leaned across a table in a dimly lit blues bar and asked “So Muir, are you serious about handling our living situation?”

About two months and several hassles later, I found myself smoking a joint on my very own, and very first balcony. Ramshackled with jutting nails and loosening boards though it may have been, it was still a good three feet above the ground. High enough so that passers-by wouldn’t look at you, but low enough that you could climb up when you forgot your keys. It was more like the deck of a pirate’s ship than the deck of an apartment – high enough so that you felt like a captain, but low enough that you could walk the plank without drowning. Bottles of rum all around, and only the stars to guide us.

And NO, you wouldn’t have seen our kitchen in any Ikea catalogues. Our plates didn’t match our cups, and our forks didn’t match our spoons. I think one of our pans matched one of our bowls, and that pissed me off. Most of the fluids in our fridge leaked out of the fridge itself. Most of the greenery in the vegetable crisper had actually grown there. Unmarked tupperware, unacknowledge for months on end, had an amazing ability to produce new life. New species. New civilizations. And we were their gods. 

You couldn’t look in any corner without seeing something that could produce music. And not shitty music. I mean good music. I mean the kind of music that makes you pretend that you’re playing the drums – the kind that makes you make faces like you’re fucking. It wasn’t a living room with instruments in it. It was a jamspace with couches in it. And not stylish ones. Comfortable ones, with bouncy yellow foam bursting through tattered red fabric.

It’s two thirty on a sunday night, and while the world sleeps in anticipation of monday morning, we crash through the door into a world of bright colours – blue, green, red, amber – and celebrate the fact that, for now, monday morning can’t catch us. Disoriented, and uncaring of the world beyond the unpainted walls of our apartment, we misinterpret Bob Marley’s lyrics, and can’t remember falling asleep.

Now it’s two thirty on a wednesday night, and we’re not sure if the last weekend is over or the next one is just beginning. All we know is that it’s apparently March now, and the Christmas lights are still up. The rain drenches the courtyard outside, the light from the television floods the room, smoke fills the air, and somebody gets their ass handed to them in Street Fighter. Homework lies piled, unattended and impatient in some dark corner, on some forgotten desk. And there it stays. 

Now it’s five oclock in the morning, and nobody has any clue who these chicks are, or how they ended up in our apartment. For that matter, nobody can remember why there is a full drum-kit set up in the middle of the room. The only thing that’s certain is that the drunk chicks and the drum-kit in the middle of the room we’re inevitably going to find each other. And she’s off the balcony. Man overboard! We sail on. 

Now it’s dark and quiet, and there is a certain gloom in the night. Hooded and cloaked, two figures prowl the night, armed with a saw and screwdriver. Deeds are done, and that’s all that need be known. But let it be a reminder, that it was our neighborhood, and even the shrubbery knew it.

Now it’s four in the morning, and I’m jarred awake by the sound of plastic bowling pins and a human body crashing against my door. I thought everyone had left. But one had remained. I laugh silently to myself at the sound of him resetting the pins. There is no need for a ball. I fall back asleep with a crash. 

And when the night finally came, and our couch lit the night sky like a fireball, fueled by gas-can wielding drunks on the beach of some distant lake, I felt that a part of my youth had ended. 

But the truth is, it was only the beginning, for as each lurching drunk doused the flames, and the couch sent its fiery soul up into the heavens, I realized that I was happy to be there. And so shall I be.

   ~Andrew

Oct
16

Anyone who knows me knows that I love to debate people. I actually find it a very fulfilling experience, for two reasons: I get to learn about other people’s views and attitudes, and I get a chance to show them mine. It’s a wonderful exchange, and I wish more people enjoyed doing it. 

I suppose two people could debate almost any topic. Politics is particularly popular. And I think that most people would agree that debating politics is not only fun, but it is very important. After all, the best way to raise our moral and ideological consciousness is to learn about alternative perspectives. In politics, as in anything else, there is an inherent danger in being “stuck in your ways.”

I’ve had many heated debates with people whose politics I disagree with. I find, however, that when we’ve made our points and agreed to disagree, neither debater feels personally offended, disrespected, or personally attacked. There is one topic, however, that seems to always have this result. That topic is, of course, religion.

I suppose it makes sense – when you debate a religious person, you’re not just challenging their opinion; you’re challenging their entire system of beliefs. Religious people are, by and large, raised to think in a certain way. As children, they are indoctrinated by religious authorities into perceiving the world as if it were designed by a supernatural being (himself, apparently without a designer). Children are also told that beleiving in this being will eventually grant them access to an eternal paradise, and that failure to believe will result in never ending torture. It is, therefore, easy to see why even some grown adults are reluctant to concede that they may have doubts about the existence of their particular god.

Religion has been with us since the dawn of civilization. Human beings are inquisitive by nature, and every human society has found a need to explain the unexplainable. Why do some people get sick while others do not? In ages past, this question would have puzzled the entire human race. So, as is our fashion, we invented stories to explain it. Our concept of “curses” and “plagues” were born out of this lack of knowledge; sickness was thought of as punishments from god or some other mystical creature. This would have appeared perfectly reasonable at the time, but only because people didn’t know about micro-organisms. It would be thousands of years before the microscopic world would become visible to us – before we would see the truth. 

It is interesting to me that people accept some truths, but not others. Today everyone accepts that micro-organisms cause sickness and disease, just as everyone accepts that the Earth revolves around the Sun. Science has been confounding the claims of mystical and religious teachers ever since the Age of Reason, and people seem to recognize that. One of the most elegant and brilliant scientific proposition of all time, Darwin’s theory of evolution by natural selection, even explained how complex life, which seems designed, can come about by processes inherent to the physical world.

And yet, there are a few people in the world who have been convinced by religious authorities that it is a lie – a colossal scientific conspiracy against god. I think it is sad that so many people alive today do not accept the theory of evolution. Those who deny evolution do so only because they do not understand evolution, for that is the only way one can deny it. Contrary to the claims of some dubious religious authorities, evolution is an observable reality, not a hypothesis. Here it is explained in full detail by eminent evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins (if you actually do want to know how it works):

Despite the overwhelming proof that mankind evolved by natural selection, many people maintain their belief in the Bronze Age myth that humanity was conceived by one pair of individuals in a magic garden. This is an important point, because it is only by the inculcation of religious faith that a sane person could suspend their faculties of reason enough to believe in magic. 

If you think I’m being unfair and picking on a particular religion, I implore you to consider a religion called “Scientology”. It is considered to be a legitimate religion by several countries, including Australia and New Zealand. According to this faith, human beings are actually the trapped spirits of alien lifeforms from the other side of a super-galactic empire ruled by the evil Lord Xenu. Here is an artists depiction:

Most free-thinking people consider the Church of Scientology to be a ridiculous and downright dangerous cult. Of course most people would consider this a ridiculous proposition. However, it is no more ridiculous than the proposition that a woman was created from a man’s rib, or that the Earth was created by a rainbow serpent in the sky, or that people can come back to life by magic, right? All reasonably thinking people know that these things are false. Thus we are ALL atheists. The thing that distinguishes a religious person from a non-religious person is their belief in just one of these myths, and their insistence that theirs is the only “true” myth. It is not fair to say that the metaphysical claims of one religion are crazy, and the others are “normal.” They all make equally absurd claims.

And it is important to keep in mind that there ARE many religions, ranging the full history and geography of this planet, and not one of them makes claims compatible with any other. Consider the wise words of Britain’s most honoured man, the great naturalist and broadcaster Sir David Attenborough:

This brings me to the most important point about religion. Whenever debating religious people, their argument inevitably ends up postulating that “People get their morals from religion.” I would like to take on that statement. Using simple logic, let us examine the claim that people derive morality from religion. In my own words:

If morality comes from the Bible, that means that I, as an atheist person, CANNOT have those morals. Therefore, religious people have certain morals that I cannot have, and can perform moral acts that I cannot.

Ask yourself: is this the case? Of course the answer is “no.” I can do any moral act that a religious person can. Morality therefore MUST be more to do with human nature. Just as some atheists do bad things, so do religious people. So can both do good things. The connection between faith and morality is contrived and superficial – a last ditch attempt to associate religion with something positive. Furthermore, it does nothing to support the metaphysical claims of religion, does it?

As a matter of fact, I would turn the argument on its head; I believe that religious faith is inherently IMMORAL. The reason for that is very simple: religious faith, by definition, is a suspension of reason. Religious faith is therefore perfectly suited to justifying acts of evil. Throughout all of human history – all the torture, genocide, misogyny, human sacrifice, witch hunting, oppression, and war – the ‘rationale’ behind evil acts is invariably religious. And to say that this constitutes an “abuse” of religion is wrong; one need look no further than scripture for the justification of profound evils. Its right there in the text:

From Deuteronomy 20:

However, in the cities of the nations the LORD your God is giving you as an inheritance, do not leave alive anything that breathes.
Completely destroy them – the Hittites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusite – as the LORD your God has commanded you.

If you think that I am being choosy about my biblical passages, I beg of you to answer the obvious question: why is there a passage clearly condoning murder, warfare and genocide in the Bible…. AT ALL!?!?

And there is no shortage of examples on this point. According to the Qur’an it is “morally wrong” to execute a virgin. So, fundamentalists do their Islamic duty before they kill her, by raping her first. There is only one way that a human being can be convinced that this kind of evil is actually moral – it must be condoned by the supernatural – there must be license from god. Period.

It’s interesting here to note what the word “fundamentalist” actually means. Technically, fundamentalists are those who follow scripture. Fundamentalists are those who actually believe what their texts say. Fundamentalists are those who carry out the commandments of their lord, and take holy writ as fact.

I can hear the counterargument already: “But these people are crazy. I’m a moderate religious person.” One wonders what point there is in being only “moderately” obliging to an immoral philosophy! One wonders what point there is in “picking and choosing” the warm and fuzzy bits from a text that openly condones murder, rape and genocide in other parts. One wonders where the fundamentalists would be without those of moderate faith – without the great ocean of credulity that lies in eager anticipation of the Apocalypse and the return of their Messiah. Did you know that there is an entire branch of theology called “eschatology” that is concerned only with the coming of the rapture, and the glorious end of days? For all the claims of “moderate” religion, faith ITSELF is what validates irrationality. It is unstable, and has incredible potential to explode. As usual, Christopher Hitchens says it best:

In summation: modern religion is a socially and culturally inhereted tradition of deceit. It systematically exploits the worst human attributes – our gullibility, fear, and hatred – under the false guises of forgivness, tolerance, and love. It organizes the credulous masses into divisive institutions and into the service of morally backwards agendas. It denies children the opportunity to know the beauty and intricacy of the natural world, and reduces all of the life on Earth into a cheap and tawdry magic trick. It succeeds in convincing innocent people that they are dirt, that they are slime, that they are filth, and that without their church and without their god they would be unforgivable sinners deserving eternal torture. It convinces young children that they are born imperfect, that they must seek salvation and redemption from crooked and perverted clergymen. Religion makes young children think that I am not one of them because I don’t believe in their particular supernatural being, and that I am already lost. THAT is profoundly dangerous, and if you can’t see why, then it’s probably because you are religious.

So if you must pray, then pray that Iran doesn’t get the bomb.

Sep
08

I recently came across this video of Sir David Attenborough speaking about a merger between Google and a Wildlife archive. As many of you will know, I’m a huge fan of David Attenborough. I think his words in this video will speak for themselves. I think he is a brilliant person. 

Aug
16

Got things on the mind. They are as follows:

1) The situation at the Olympics: I think I share the same sentiment that most people felt when they heard about the little girl who sang behind the curtain: outrage. Sometimes I’m just downright ashamed with the human race, and this was one of those times. The idea that a government official can go up to an 8 year old girl and tell her that she “has a beautiful voice, but is too ugly for TV” just sickens me. And that some pretty little doll, with no talent aside from being able to PRETEND to sing, can grace the limelight on the world’s stage. Fuck you Chinese government! Well… at least they didn’t use CG to generate the pretty one. Pathetic. Although, the point is well taken that OUR culture started it.

2) The Mating Habits of the Centipede/Scorpion: Do you know how centipedes choose a mate? Well, the males grope around the undergrowth until they find one, but the female always has her lower body curled up. The only way the male can mate with her is by loosening her grip. She does this to ensure that only the strongest male will mate with her. However, even once a male has a firm grip, stronger males often come along and remove him from the female, and mates with her himself. I find it interesting that this occurs everywhere in nature, and obviously it exists in us as well. I find it especially fascinating that the female of the species is always the one who “decides” whether or not mating will occur. I suppose it’s because females have to protect an egg, and therefore must exercise careful consideration when choosing their boyfriends. (Luckily the male scorpion has developed a brilliant answer to this problem; he gives her a little poke with his stinger, and she becomes disoriented and intoxicated, losing her judgement. Then, he mates with her.)

3) One would think that living in two apartments at the same time would have a relaxing effect on an individual. However, the contrary is true. Along with the feeling of having twice is much space comes the feeling of having twice as much space to maintain. I gotta just get this move over with.

4) I don’t like it when the people in the apartment next to me have a party. It’s not because the noise bothers me, it’s because I’m not invited. In many ways, an apartment is a communal place. It’s hard, as humans, for us not to feel the urge to socialize with those who live in your proximity. I suppose the old adeges of “not knowing your neighbor anymore” ring true here. It sounds like they got a real rager going on over there too. No “Guitar Hero” for miles in any direction, I should hope.

This has been another edition of me having nothing of any real interest to say. I’m gonna go try and sleep again. I wonder if I’ll remember this post in the morning…

Jul
24

There are many families living in my apartment complex, and my balcony overlooks the concrete courtyard where children usually play. Some of them are a little older, around 14 or 15. There are two boys in particular that I often see hanging around. One of them lives in the suite next to me, the other across the courtyard.

These boys are quite different from each other. One of them is skinny, mild-mannered, and altogether harmless. The other is overweight, obnoxious, and aggressive – a quintessential bully. Over the past year I’ve occasionally watched them, and I find that these two boys have a very interesting relationship with one another.

As is often the case, the bigger kid dominates the skinny one. For example, the skinny kid has an iPod that the bully usually takes (we’re all familiar with the game “keep-away”). The skinny kid is obviously distraught, but he goes along with the idea that it is a ‘game’ anyway. In reality, he wants the object back, and the bully is merely withholding to assert that the fact that he can. The idea of it being a ‘game’ is a necessary social pretense for the enactment of what is in reality a blatant act of domination.

Interestingly, the bully will always return the iPod once the taunting is complete. This is because the bully does not want to alienate himself completely from his subject – quite the contrary. In fact, he needs the skinny kid. Without him, of course, he would have nobody to dominate. He can keep the skinny kid around  by satisfying the minimum requirements of friendship.

I don’t really understand why, but it seems as though the skinny kid needs the bully too. Maybe he is his only friend. Or maybe he likes being around someone who is tougher than him. Either way, I can confidently say that these two boys are, in a bizarre way, mutually dependent.

Here is another curious observation: whenever they play hide-and-seek, the bully cheats and lies while the skinny kid plays by the rules. From my balcony view, I have observed the bully hiding beyond the designated limits of the game (playing out of bounds), counting under the allotted duration when he is “it”, and peeking when he is supposed to have his eyes closed. The skinny kid, perhaps out of fear (or dare I say out of honesty), never cheats. When conflicts and disagreements arise in the game, as they inevitably do, they each react differently. The skinny kid tries to reach a consensus or a compromise, and the bully lies and reinvents the rules until he gets what he wants.

Such behaviour is common among young boys. I know this from experience, having been one myself. Now, I believe that such behaviour is intrinsically human, hardwired into our instincts. Why some boys are inclined to servility and others to domination, I’m not sure.

Yet for all his pitiful victories, the bully ultimately does not win. The propensity to cheat and lie may serve him well in games of hide and seek, but one day he will find himself with nobody to play with. Hopefully, this young boy will learn to treat his friends with respect before that happens, and hopefully the skinny kid will have the hardiness to forgive him.

And this is ultimately the choice we all face. Every temptation to tell untruths and cheat our way forward is a calling from our bully instincts. Sometimes we would all like to lie or cheat our way to where we would like to be, but such deceitful manoeuvres are often at the expense of others, sometimes even our best friends. And I’ve always said that the game is more fun, anyway, if you don’t peek.

Jun
24

Dear Tasha,

I still have a very vivid memory of this time last year. You can’t easily forget such emotions. Above all, I remember thinking to myself “I want to fast-forward one year so I don’t have to endure this pain.” A full year later, I realize what a foolish wish that was, for I find myself very much in the same place now as I was then.

I also remember getting home after the funeral, and the days that followed, and what a strange feeling that was. It’s an unusual thing having to face the mundane routines of life – going to work, eating dinner, and watching television – in spite of the glaring absence of something that you thought would always be there, and something that was incredibly important.

About 10 months later, I found myself sitting on the hood of my car enjoying a beautiful sunrise. The morning chorus of birds had just begun, and I had the peculiar suspicion that they were singing directly to me. I’m not exactly sure why, but I thought of you, and something changed. It was as though the songs had faded, and instead there was an eerie silence. I began to cry as uncontrollably as the moment I got the phone call. The sunrise ceased to be beautiful – it appeared cruel, and my mind was filled with bitter thoughts – I wanted to shout “Why should the sun continue to rise, and why should the birds continue to sing, in a world where Tasha Barry no longer lives?!”

I sat for a long time, not knowing what to do. I put my hand in my pocket searching for a tissue, but I found something different. I froze for a moment, as if in shock. I closed my eyes and smiled, because what I had found made everything different. It was my camera. There it was, as if placed there by an angel, to remind me of what I already knew much deeper down - farther down than all the anger and sadness that I was feeling. It reminded me of you.

For me, this year has been marked by many such moments, Tasha. In the darkest depths of despair, the thing that always pulls me out is you. You alone. It was your beautiful spirit that, like the morning sunrise, I was lucky enough to glimpse.

Today I join all of your friends and family as we close our eyes and smile, for if we truly remember Tasha Eve Barry, we cannot help it.

With love from your friend,

  ~Andrew

 

Jun
18

I realize I haven’t ranted on this blog for a while. Well you know what, I’ve been saving a few things that piss me off. So let’s have at ‘er! Here are 5 things that piss me off!! YEEHAW!!

1) Gas Station Computer Terminals

Today you can go down to future shop and buy a cell phone with a full colour touch screen. It will play music, take pictures, receive calls, and do many other things. Yet for all the glorious advances in computer technology, it still takes 3 whole seconds for the computers at gas pumps to process the fact that you’ve pushed a fucking button. They still have that monochromatic palette that reminds one of the MS-DOS days. Even the beeps come late – by the time the beep comes, I’ve already pushed the next button! And NO I DON’T WANT A GODDAM CARWASH TODAY. IF I DID I WOULD ASK FOR ONE YOU BUTTHOLE!

It’s bad enough that I’m losing an arm and a leg to pay for gas, I shouldn’t have to lose my time and patience as well. So gas stations, get better computers with sweet colour screens. Or at least install Number Munchers or Oregon Trail onto those things so that I can have the full experience of using a shitty obsolete computer.

2) Creationism In School

Holy shit, why are we having this debate? Why are we even talking to these people? How did CREATIONISM become a political issue?! These people think that Jesus walked with the goddam dinosaurs! Was ancient Rome terrorized by lumbering T-Rex’s? Maybe the Egyptians got giant Sauropods to carry the bricks to the pyramids. Oh wait a second… the bones were PLANTED there… yes… planted there by Jesus just to FUCK with us…. OF COURSE! THANK YOU CREATIONISTS! IT ALL MAKES PERFECT SENSE NOW!

How did these crooks and liars get their fingers into the school system? Don’t get me wrong; if you wanna send your poor kids to some backwards institution of religious indoctrination and fill their heads with apocryphal lies and half-baked pseudo-science, then I won’t try and stop you. But ENOUGH with the assertion that it’s fair to teach “both sides of the argument”. THERE IS NO FUCKING ARGUMENT! An argument needs to actually SAY something, and there is not a single creationist out there that can explain life on Earth without falling back on laughable platitudes and blatant factual distortions. To all the naive religious youngsters out there, ask yourself: do I actually believe this bullshit? Just look into it A BIT. Please, for the sake of your own self-respect, open at least one legitimate science book in your lifetime.

C’mon guys. The Church obviously has to assert that evolution is wrong because if they accept it they admit their mythical tales never happened. And if their mythical tales never happened, they can’t skim your wages,  intervene in your sex life, or send you to war. They’re just trying to trick you!

And as Christopher Hitchens poignantly noted, if we teach both sides of the argument, that means you teach Darwin in sunday school too. How’s that you bastards?

3) Bosses Who Use The Word “Workshopping”

What the hell does that even mean? The last thing this world needs is another patronizing neologism. I don’t want to “workshop” my ideas you snivelling toad. Keep your bureaucratic doublespeak to yourself, and don’t insult my intelligence by using evasive language to hide the fact that you’re trying to micro-manage me. We all see through it, because we are the smart ones, not you. You can go back to your cubicle and develop your administrative tactics all you like, but unless you learn how to talk to people directly, you will never get the corner office.

4) Chicks Who Post Clubbing Pictures On Facebook Every Weekend

Okay. We get it. You’re really really cool. You’re super hot, and you party all the time. You’re the most awesome person I’ve ever met, and I want to hang out with you but I’m too scared to talk to you because you are so popular. And gee, look at how cool your guyfriends are. Look how snappily their do-rags match their flipped collars.

The pictures you took are really cool. Wow… 60 of them!? It must have been a wild night if you could have taken so many pictures. I see you took many on the dance floor. Only the really COOL people take pictures of themselves on the dance floor. I see you’re sticking your tounge between your fingers in many of these pictures. How clever! And very scandalous! Do you know anybody in Hollywood?

News flash babe: your photo albums go straight into the spank-banks of all the creepy guys you knew in high-school. The rest of us stopped looking a long time ago. Give it a rest.

5) Birds That Chirp At 3:30 AM

Dammit you assholes! It’s not morning yet! I’m just going to bed, and you’re already trumpeting the arrival of dawn? I’m pretty sure that sun ain’t over the horizon yet, so just chill out for a few more hours would ya?

There you have it. Take care everyone.

Jun
08

For as long as there have been political leaders, there have been impassioned speeches promising social change. And for as long as such promises have been made, so too have they been broken. I believe we are right to be skeptical of politicians, for it is plainly clear that they are, by and large, incompetent and corrupt.

However, I do not think that blaming individual politicians will ever amount to any qualitative social change. Sure, it’s very easy to blame President Bush for mismanaging the war in Iraq, or damaging the environment, but surely it is not only his fault. Nor do I think that blaming any single political groupis productive; it is clear that Bush’s administration is not the sole cause of social injustice. Instead, we must look for problems within the entire system of social organization – we must get a handle on the totality of complex relations that comprise our society before we can begin to lay blame.

Let us consider North American society. How does it work as a ’system’? Let’s forget about the agency of individuals for just a moment, and think about the structurality of our little experiment in liberal democracy. By what kind of structure is our society organized? I can think of two big ones: capitalism and democracy.

Capitalism is a set of economic principles that governs our lives in a number of ways. For example, under capitalism, people are entitled to the ownership of private property. One person can own a thing, and trade it with another person for an agreed-upon price. In it’s very essence, capitalism provides a simple and fair economic model. Democracy is, like capitalism, simple in its most basic form. It says that decision makers in society should be chosen by, and be responsible to, the people. That is why we have elections. Both democracy and capitalism are, in principle, fair and reasonable models for government and economy. Thus, North American society has fairness and equability built into its very organizational structure.

So then, why are things such a mess?

The blame, I would argue does not necessarily lay with politicians, CEOs, or other corrupt agents within the system. Rather, the problem is one of scale – our society is simply too big, and too complex.

Capitalism in Mass Society

As a system of trade, capitalism seems to work just fine. But, as a society grows in population, the economy becomes much more complex. A hundred years ago, for example, a farmer grew his crops, sold them at the farmers market at practical price, and kept the profits for himself. But over several generations of steady population growth, producers have gradually become centralized – administered through top-down organizational bureaucracies which apply rational scientific management techniques in order to maximize profitability. This is all in congruence with the logic of market capital, and a natural outcome of market competition. The ultimate realization of such centralizing tendencies is the conglomeration of businesses into what we now call corporations, the pinnacles of institutionalized capitalism.  

Corporations obviously get a lot of flak, and are often damned for having some inherently evil character. This is clearly not a fair criticism – corporations have no character. They are, by their very nature, dispassionate legal entities. The point is that, in the context of growing population and mass society, capitalism tends to produce institutions which incorporate, into their very ethos, a policy of unmitigated growth, and above all, the privatization of increasingly sparse natural resources. Herein lies the danger, and the connection to overpopulation. But what about democracy?

Democracy in Mass Society

Democracy demands transparent interaction between policy makers and the public. In mass society, this is increasingly impossible. Because there are more people being governed, there is need for more levels of representation. Representation is a simple idea; your congressman represents your vote, your will, your input. Ultimately, through a complex system of political representation, your vote eventually informs national policy. At least, this is how it ought to work.

In fact, the more levels of representation there are, the more room there is for distortion, corruption, and ultimately misrepresentation.

Invisible Connections

So far we have treated economy and government as separate fields. In fact, this is increasingly not the case. Take for example Kenneth Lay, former CEO of an energy company called Enron. He also served on a number of governmental bodies which regulated (or rather, de -regulated) energy. Thus, an agent withing the system acted on behalf of both government and economy. This is a dangerous overlap of capitalist and democratic principles. Was the deregulation of natural gas markets really in the best interest of the public? Or was it in the best interest of Enron? Perhaps a more salient question: was it simply in the best interest of Kenneth Lay?

That’s ultimately the point I want to make; mass society creates overlapping economic and political structures, and within this overlap, there are opportunities for all new levels of corruption – new avenues for greed. So next time you hear a politician preaching”change”, ask yourself how they plan on solving this problem of overlapping structurality. How can we keep the overarching logic of capitalism in check? How do we ensure that policy makers won’t be bribed into forfeiting what remains of our dwindling natural resources to the unstoppable machinery of capitalism? I’m not sure if there is a solution. I’m sorry for sounding bleak, but I think the reason for all of it is painfully simple – our society is too big.

The corruption and complicity of government officials with the pressures of corporate power is generally symptomatic of mass society. It will persist for as long as our society is regarded as a mass. All of the problems facing the world today are problems of human scale.

May
31

Though seemingly impossible, anthropologists are aware of at least one tribe of human beings left on Earth that is uncontacted. By this word, we mean to say that their ancestors were never discovered by European explorers, and their little patch of the jungle has not been visited in the many generations since. We know about them, but they don’t know about us. They have absolutely no knowledge of skyscrapers, cars, streets, electricity, metallurgy, or any other post-agricultural technology. It’s truly mind-blowing.

Last thursday, on May the 29th, anthropologists flew over their village and took a few pictures. The first time they flew over, the tribespeople seemed to be going about their daily routines. When they flew over again a few hours later, the tribespeople were painted in red, apparently pointing their arrows at the plane. One can imagine what a bizarre sight it must have been for the tribespeople, to see this enormous metal creature screeching through their sky.

 

What an awe-inspiring moment in human history this is. Here on this Earth, on the very same day, one man points a bow and arrow at a demonic bird sent by the Gods, while the other sits on his laptop writing a blog entry about it. Indeed, the tribespeople have become something of an Internet phenomenon. I don’t know about you, but it makes my head spin.

It’s a timely reminder of how large the Earth is, and a humbling reminder of our origins. It just goes to show how truly recent our notions of progress are – what a minute instant of time the project of civilization has been.

I think this tribe should remain uncontacted. If this one small group of human beings were to endure the generations ahead without feeling the unnatural flatness of asphalt, without squinting through fluorescent-lit warehouses, without breathing stale ventilated air, it would be cause for worldwide human rejoice.

May
02

I’ve never been one to watch the same movie more than once. There are some movies, however, that I can watch 3 or 4 times just because I like them a lot. Maybe there is something special about the cinematography or the music that just catches my attention. Rarely is there a movie that I can stomach more than a couple times. But there is one very special movie that I can watch many times. In fact, I think that in the last 6 months or so, I’ve watched it over 20 times. That movie is the Walt Disney’s animated classic “Alice In Wonderland.”

Chances are if you’ve spent a late night at my apartment since I moved in, then you’ve already watched it with me at least once, and you’ve already heard my ramblings on how brilliant it is. But I figured I’d write a bit about it anyway, and show a few clips of what I think are the most interesting parts of the movie.

They often say that future generations will look back on our movies and our video games in much the same way that we look back on paintings; they offer a window into the culture of the time. One of the most interesting things about “Alice” is that it offers a window into two times: the time the book was written (1865), and the time was movie was made (1951). Basically, it’s a 1950s take on an 1860s story. It therefore has a very peculiar feel to it, and a very dense layering of possible messages.

The movie is most famous for its psychedelic imagery, literary nonsense, and memorable characters. The story is refered to constantly in popular culture (tumbling down the rabbit hole, following the white rabbit, etc.) But if you can forget all the hype and just appreciate it for the work of art that it is, you might find that the film is curiously unfamiliar. I think the film has many hidden messages… too many to explain here. They are well documented in books deconstructing the story.

So I’m not going to ramble on about any deep significant meaning. Ultimately, I think it’s all quite open to interpretation. I’ll just let you decide for yourself. Watch this famous clip of the Cheshire Cat - what does it mean? Is he in charge of Wonderland? The film seems to imply that he is, but it’s never explained outright. After all, he is the mischievous mastermind who seems to be able to manipulate Wonderland at his own whim, often to Alice’s chagrin. The more you know about the film, the more bizarre the whole thing seems. Did you know that he is singing utter jibberish?  Watch…

 

That scene is probably rivalled only by one other scene. After Alice spends the entire film adventuring through ridiculous situations, she finally gets fed up and decides to head home. She ends up getting lost in “Tulgey Wood”, a dark forest full of silly creatures. Eventually she ends up losing her way completely, and begins regretting her curious nature.

The scene is probably among the more touching scenes in any Disney film – I think it’s one of the saddest parts of any movie I’ve seen. As Alice begins to cry, the silly creatures in Wonderland begin to disappear. One wonders what it represents; is Alice losing her innocence? Are these silly creatures figments of her own child-like imagination? If you want to get really crazy, you can ask yourself what “lesson” is being taught here … it is the 1950s after all (“Be patient is very good advice, but the waiting makes me curious”).

And so appears the Cheshire Cat, ever in control of Alice’s fate, and ever watchful of her journey through this bizarre surrealism.

This is but a taste of what is a profoundly beautiful film. I could go on and on about the expressionist artwork, the revolutionary animation techniques, and the wonderful orchestration. But I think you get the point. I’m not normally a fan of Disney – I think they’re pretty princess fantasy is bullshit. Alice is different; she is an inquisitive and intelligent heroine, a much more suitable role model. This movie goes far beyond nostalgia, far beyond psychedelics, and far beyond the cliches. It’s a fascinating work of art.

Apr
19

Well, I’ve just finished my second semester of my Masters Degree. I guess I’ll try to summarize what I learned over the past four months.

I was in a class about a particular tradition of theoretical literature called “The Frankfurt School.” These guys build upon the Marxian critique of capitalism, but they do so in the context of German National Socialism. They therefore don’t agree with Marx that a socialist revolution is inevitable – quite the contrary. They see capitalist domination as an inevitable symptom of mass society.

The theories are unbearably complex. I could never begin to do them justice. They are deeply philosophical and highly abstract. At first I was completely thrown off. But I had a good professor, and class discussions were usually illuminating. At the very least, I can summarize my own understanding of this literature, off the mark though it may be.

The basic idea is simple: mass society necessarily produces certain tendencies towards the rational division of labour, the centralization of power, and the total administration of society through bureaucratic institutions. We are no strangers to this – globalization and corporatization are contemporary examples of this logic.

The Frankfurt School argues that such tendencies debase the experienced “lifeworld”. Take the production of art, for example: no longer is it created “for art’s sake” as it was in precapitalist societies. Now, art (such as music, literature, film) is produced for profitability. Because art and culture must observe the formulas of market-oriented institutions, they become standardized, ultimately inculcating the masses with the same repetitive shit.

These guys were writing this in the 50s and 60s… and I think they were very prophetic. Just look at the culture industries today; they tend to produce the same formulaic bullshit. We all know this.

The problem I have with the Frankfurt School is that their solution to this problem (if they ever have one) is usually so vague that it cannot ever be described in simple terms. Many of them believe that there is a certain kind of “dialectical” form of expression that can emancipate or “awaken” the masses from the hypnotic spectacle of mass cultre… but they don’t go much further than that. I’m just not exactly sure how an image or a work of art, aesthetically shocking though it may be, could realistically cause an individual to “feel the totality of their social relations.”

My biggest criticism is that they do not propose real-world solutions. The entire problem is a consequence of mass society. Capitalism itself, I would argue, is the only viable economic system that can sustain mass society. These guys try to identify the problem in aesthetics and culture… I think the problem is much simpler: overpopulation.

I’m sure that a more developed student could tell me that the theories are more nuanced then that, and I’m sure that they are. I just think that “emancipation from capitalism” is neither attainable nor desirable while our population is so high. Is that too oversimplistic? Maybe. But regardless, that’s the only thing I’ve really concluded from my studies this semester. 

Mar
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 I just noticed that this blog recently passed 20,000 hits! Apparently my tracking map is full, and they put me back to zero! Oh what a glorious day for my fragile ego. In the spirit of commemorating another 6 months or so of (sporadic) blogging, I thought I’d share something with you.

WordPress allows me to see what ’search terms’ yield this blog in search engines. I’ve been recording some of the more ‘notable’ search terms for a little while now. I suppose these terms are somehow representative of the content of this blog:

Funny Squirrels 

Mandelbrot Set

“I need tungsten tungsten to live”

Human Courtship Steps

Squirrels Underwater

The demons that are always behind you

MUTANT SQUIRRELS!

Senseless World

Squirrel Love

“I Don’t regret having an abortion”

Spread of Christianty around the world

Nations depending on other nations

Glaucomys sabrinus

Red shoe laces

Corporatization of the world

“I was saying boourns”

Brightest thing ever

Macrame owl

Apparently the main theme of this blog is squirrels. I had no idea! Thanks to everyone who still checks every so often. I apologize that I don’t write more often these days, but it’s because most of my reading/writing time is devoted to academics now.

Feb
20

Skippy’s eyes flashed open.

 The feeling of fear was immediate. Where was he? What had happened? Why couldn’t he move his legs?

Based on where he was, the only thing he knew for sure was that he was buried. Only the sound of his rapid heartbeat was audible – not even the faintest sign of life could be heard around him. What a terrible emptiness, he thought to himself – it felt like the world had shrunk into utter darknes, and only he was left, immobile and helpless.

I suppose Skippy went through the same stages that any human would have gone through in that situation. First fear, then a sense of urgency and panic. After ten minutes or so, he realized it was pointless to struggle. What could he do? He was practically paralyzed – buried under some invisible rubble. Claustrophobia set in, and Skippy started breathing very quickly. The world seemed unreal, like some terrible nightmare. Was it a nightmare? Maybe he was still sleeping beside the fireplace. That’s the last thing he remembered.

No – there was more. There was a loud crash, as if an enormous beast had crashed into the house. But it was bigger. It wasn’t just the house. It felt as though the whole neighborhood had fallen right through the Earth. What did it all mean?

Eventually Skippy closed his eyes.

Several hours later, a ray of bright light penetrated the rubble. Skippy was in a weird place between sleep and waking. He could feel noises now. Somebody was crying and calling his name. “SKIPPY” the voice cried – but not like it had been called before. Still, he felt the urge to run towards the voice, just as he always did.

Skippy could not bear to open his eyes. The light was too bright now, and Skippy wanted to sleep. He was thirsty, and tired. His body wrenched in pain as he was pulled from the rubble. He was surprised to find that, even though his body had been freed, he still could not move.

Sleep was coming. He could feel it, and it was all that he wanted. Still, his instincts react to his name. “Skippy? How ya doin little buddy?” Slowly, Skippy opened his eyes and saw her: the female ape that had been gone for so long.

Skippy wondered why he didn’t smell her. In fact, Skippy could not longer feel anything at all except a strong impulse to sleep.

Again, Skippy underwent the same process that many humans do: he felt the totality of his life in a single beautiful moment. He remembered the box that he emerged from, he remembered playfully sniffing the female ape, the companion that had guided him through the rest of his life, who even shared her kills with him. He realized that it had always been her purpose to take him through life. Now he realized that the adventured of life was not meant to go forever. There was meant to be an end, and she was destined to be there with him at the end.

In the last moment of Skippy’s life – in that final and indivisible atom of time that bridges life and death – Skippy looked up from the arms of his owner, Dorothy, and realized that she had saved him.

Dorothy Hamilton, looking down into the eyes of her dying dog, gave a brave smile, for she too had made the same realization.

The End.

Jan
24

Until the light bulb was invented in the 19th century, the only light that would have been visible at night would have been produced either by a fire, by the sun’s reflection off moon, or by stars that were burning billions of miles away. Without artificial light to interfere, the night sky is ablaze with thousands of tiny points of light. It should come as no surprise then, that every human culture has had some spiritual connection to the stars.

One can imagine the kind of intimacy with the night sky a lifetime of observing the movements of the stars could create. The patterns of movement in the stars may have been as intuitive as patterns in the rise and fall of the sun and moon. That is why every human culture has, at some point, figured out that there is one star in the Northern Hemisphere that does not move. It is called Polaris, the North Star.

This time lapse image nicely illustrates the central importance of this point in space. In fact, there is nothing special about the star; it is not even the brightest in the night sky, contrary to popular belief. No, what’s special is that, from our perspective, it is right at that point in the sky that does not have the appearance of rotating because it is directly in line the Earth’s axis of rotation.

Many people think of Polaris as an antiquated navigational reference. Well that’s all it may be to us, but imagine how important it would have been to the ancient peoples of this Earth; to them, it was the ultimate point of reference – something central and permanent. In fact, the ancient Egyptians revered all the circumpolar stars as “the indestructibles,” and associated them with the afterlife. It has been shown that the Great Pyramid at Giza, the tomb of one of their greatest King’s, was designed to align with circumpolar north.

Of course, if the Earth rotated a few degrees in a different direction, an altogether different star in our night sky would appear to be at the center, and would have been revered by humanity throughout the ages. I suppose that’s the jarring thing about the discoveries of science; human beings have attached supernatural and spiritual meaning to that star for thousands, maybe even millions of years… but now we know that there is actually nothing special about it. It could have been any star. The fact that this particular star lines up with the Earth’s specific axis is random and arbitrary. Sorry humanity, you were wrong.

Well, I suppose if there were still ancient Egyptians around who practiced their religion, they would tell me that the Earth isn’t any other way. It’s this way, and that’s what makes that star special. And you know what, I wouldn’t disagree with them.

Polaris is special, but here’s the kicker: it’s only special to us. It’s not special from the perspective of the billions of other planets that we see in our telescopes. I think that is why human faith is afraid of science: because science has shown us that we are not at the center. This is fundamentally alienating to human beings, creatures for whom the experience of reality and the universe is necessarily centered within. All we can do, as humans, is look out from inside ourselves, and try to find some anchor, some kind of permanence in the chaos.

It’s no surprise, then, that every human civilization has created a god. If you look at the different kinds of gods that have been invented by the human race, there is a staggering degree of similarity: forever living, in the sky, a force of creation and destruction. This being may be understood as a celestial object such as the sun or the moon, or it may be anthropomorphic and understood as a wise-man or deity. The shape we give it is irrelevant; at the core, what we are searching for is some kind of permanence.

Science is disenchanting, for it has shown us that the stars will eventually die, as will the sun, as will the Earth, as will we. There is no escape from the impossibility of permanence. Even time itself (though humanly inconceivable) is now thought to have a beginning and an end. There is no constant by which humanity can anchor himself in the universe, according to the laws of science.

Follow this story through to it’s logical conclusion, and you will see that science will never fulfill the needs of human spirituality. It is too counter-intuitive to human nature. Who knows how religions will evolve in the future, what false prophets will exploit human faith, what kinds of bureaucracies and institutions will edify social rules and uphold moral law in the name of god? It doesn’t really matter. Our concept of religion may one day falter, but the process whereby human spirituality is harnessed for domination and social control – that will likely go on for as long as human civilization exists on this planet.

And if you think that the beliefs of ancient civilizations are silly and outdated, consider the biblical story of the Three Kings. They followed the Star of Bethlehem to Jerusalem on December 25th, the birthdate of Christ. Well, did you know that the “Three Kings” is another name for the constellation “Orion’s Belt” three stars which point to (or follow) the Star in the East (you can see this constellation at night quite plainly). In fact, these stars line up with sunrise on December 25th, the symbolic birth of Christ. Even the most foundational myths still told in modern Christianity evolved from ancient and abstract interpretations of the stars – a connection to our stargazing ancestors lost in the convolusions of histroy and in the countless translations of religious myth.

One wonders, if man might have been better off without the lightbulb. Yes, it has been illuminating – but whithout the night’s sky to guide us, how will we know up from down?

Jan
15

Little Billy sits in front of his television screen holding a Super Nintendo controller. He’s playing Street Fighter 2 Turbo. The sound of poorly emulated kicks and punches fills the living room as little Billy furiously mashes the keypads with his thumbs and index fingers. Billy’s mom shouts “Turn that dreadful game off! It’ll rot your brain!!”

But there’s a lot going on that Billy’s mom cannot see…

It’s quite easy to look at this game and see the surface; a bunch of buttons make your guy kick and punch, until eventually one kicks and punches more than the other, and one guy wins. Easy enough, right? I mean, if a child can play it, then it must not be THAT difficult. Children, after all, are just adults who aren’t smart yet… that’s why they like silly games.

Billy’s mom only sees what she’s taught to see: a violent video game. She doesn’t stop for a moment to consider what her son is actually doing. Well, I’ll explain: the game is essentially a system of patterns. The behaviour of the computer is programmed into the system. If the character Ryu does a high punch, then the computer may or may not counter it with a preprogrammed action. Computers, as we all know, aren’t really alive, and they aren’t really thinking. They just react to what you’re doing.

Billy’s mom sees Billy’s character fighting the computer’s character. What she doesn’t realize is that Billy is actually controlling both characters, because Billy’s opponent is acting indirectly on Billy’s input. Billy himself doesn’t really think of it that way, but his brain still picks up on patterns in the system (So if Ryu’s punch is blocked high, I should kick low). The game is not about kicks and punches – it’s about deciphering the patterns in the computer system, and with great skill, inferring the correct order of inputs that will “defeat” the opponent pattern.

But what does Billy’s mom see? Punch punch kick kick, mindless violence and silly games.

I’m not writing this to defend video games. I’m making a point about technology more broadly. Think about little Billy, at 8 years of age, sitting in his living room subconsciously deciphering the logic system of a sophisticated computer… for fun. Meanwhile, the generation before thinks he’s rotting his brain… while they passively sit in front of their un-interactive television screen. How will the next generation engage with computer technology? And what will my generation think of it? It boggles the mind, even to imagine.