Monday, October 12, 2020

So...the Lakers Have Won

 I'm not a person that makes bucket lists. I've also been blessed to have the same lady put up with me for 20 years who is also kinda crazy with adventure ideas, to which I say YES. Autobus to Mayan ruins? Of course. Speed boat up the Mekong to see Angkor Wat? Why not? Fly with the three-year old over the North Pole to go to Italy? Well...duh.

Anyway, it was an earlier pair of trips---Spring Break '04 in Thailand and Summer '05 in Europe---that inspired me to try to accomplish something: I wanted to live in a city where the major sports team won that country's, or a major league at least, championship.

Like what if we moved to Guadalajara and Chivas would win La Liga's championship; or Milan and Juventas; or Barcelona; or Sao Paolo...I was mostly thinking soccer, since it's pretty global, but I would have settled on something like Tuscaloosa for college football. But I would never live in Alabama, so that was out. But we did live in Austin, and UT football is sacrosanct.

But then things got weird, as they do with us. The timeline I considered this goal to be accomplished was generally in terms of lifetimes, and yet it only only took a few years. And it was my team, in MY city, with arguably the greatest Super Bowl in history, when Eli beat the perfect Pats, in February of 2008.

It happened again in the next calendar year, again my team and MY city, but for baseball, with the Yankees beating Philly.

After moving to Long Beach, you learn how the Southland views possession of teams, and the sense blooms of how many teams here could count. USC college football; UCLA college basketball; Fullerton college baseball; two NFL teams, two MLB teams, two NBA teams, an NHL franchise...two MLS teams...

And if we look at the Four Major sports in America (Baseball, Basketball, Football, and Hockey), we first have to recognize we're talking about professional sports proper. I'd like to include soccer, and the WNBA, but we must grow their profile...

Anyway, I got the Giants in '08, the Yanks in '09, then the LA Kings won the Stanley Cup in '12 and '14. So basketball was all I needed at this point. And the Lakers delivered. 

See, we choose to live in huge metropolitan areas, and those attract premium talent and dollars. The LAFC were in the MLS cup last year (their finals). The Rams made the Super Bowl (albeit in the most boring game imaginable (still butthurt that the only game I made time to watch that year was still 3-0 deep in the 3rd quarter)). And the Dodgers have made two World Series' since we moved here, have won the division almost every year we've lived here, and have the generally considered "best team" currently in baseball. Even the Clippers had some shine for the championship, and the Angles have the best player in baseball.

I can't say this was really an "accomplishment", or like it was anything I did per se, but it's something.

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

The Sky Returns to Blue (Mostly)

 The western states were on fire the past few weeks, as if the year hadn't caused enough damage. (The year landed us a daughter, so that's pretty rad!)

Smoke filled the air from the west coast of America all the way to northern Europe. It was said that here, in Southern California, the weird orange glow with the morning sun and the daytime white sky was due to the Northern California fires pouring smoke into the upper atmosphere, while our own poor air quality and visible foggy-smoke was due to the local fires, only a few hundred miles away.


There's Long Beach from up on Signal Hill, showcasing both calamities. The high NorCal smoke finally just dissipated, or moved on, mainly due to new pressure fronts moving through.

And while the air has been bad, it hasn't been anywhere near the danger levels of locales north, like Oregon and northern California.


Driving home after picking up Cass during this time had some very eerie mirror views. Ahead was mostly clear, and by "mostly clear," I mean overcast with smoke.

And yet, it wasn't bad here at all, relatively speaking. Sure it smelled like campfire for a few days, with white skies for a few more, maybe a few weeks.

We even got some bitchn' sunsets:

So, this is exactly the kind of thing that we're going to need to prepare ourselves for with the changing climate. Fight it or not, call it a hoax or not, THIS SHIT IS NOT GOING TO ABATE BECAUSE YOU WANT IT TO.

It doesn't work like that.

We gained Camille. We lost John Lewis, Chadwick Boseman, RBG (aw c'mon!), 200k+ American's to the 'rona...

Whatever happens in November is going to trigger some [distasteful expletive], mark my words. The outcome doesn't matter, okay? We need to agree that this is the case and be clear eyed. No matter who wins, the fan will be COVERED.

At least our skies returned to blue for a bit in September...

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Not Lying to Your Kids

 I find myself occasionally in strange situations with my kids, and my son specifically. I don't lie to him, or them, but my daughter is only seven months old, and the sound of my voice is more important than what I say.

With the recent social unrest about police brutality, not to mention all the goddamn pandemic ennui, we've been having serious talks in our house. Specifically about his role as a blond boy in our society and the dismantling of the patriarchy, it's been going well. Recognize what you get from the patriarchy, and the like, you know---real talk.

Anyway, we were on a drive the other week and he had a box of old CDs of mine in his lap, and he was looking through them. At one point he was holding two jewel-cases:


And:


I said something like, "Oh man! Those are great! The music is so iconic and culturally important, and both guys were named Jim, and both died tragically at the age of 27...too early..."

"They died?" he asked. Yup, I told him, starting to regret my relentless honesty. And of course it went a little sideways: "They died? How?"

"Well, they asphyxiated. That's like choking..."

"Did the police kill them by stepping on their neck like George Floyd?"

On the one hand, I was so proud of my little blond white-boy, because it's going to take millions of white-folks to be clear eyed about systemic racism and police brutality to make any change in this busted-ass system actually take effect.

On the other hand, I was mortified about now having to explain choking on vomit while asleep and dying, because, you know, knee-jerk relentless honesty.

The walk from the car into the appointment, waiting in the lobby, and in the examination room the conversation continued (he still had the jewel cases in hand, having brought them like treasure from the car), and eventually the doctor came in and asked what was up.

"Well, I'm explaining to Cass about asphyxiation on vomit and the deaths of seminal American artists. How are you doing?"

She said, "Aaahhhh, ohhhkaaay. Um...Let's take a look at those ears..."

Yes, let's. 

Also, Cass's favorite song currently is "Riders on the Storm," but "Hello, I  Love You" is coming on strong. "Play the 'Jump in your game, I love you' song, dad."

See? Not everything is about revolution. That may be the only way to keep him from becoming a real zealot.

Thursday, August 20, 2020

How Vulnerable Are We To Systems Collapse?

Near the end of July I became intensely interested in the Bronze Age Collapse. After some deep rabbit-hole dives, a picture started to come into view. Civilizations I had heard about---the Hittites, the Mycenaeans, the Sumerians, the Egyptians, Babylonia---started to form in historical context. 

This was centuries before the Greeks, even more centuries before the Romans.

And nobody knew what happened.

Well, not definitively, anyway. Great civilizations grew, complex societies we would recognize today as fairly modern with art, leisure, literature, sewage, agriculture, complex trade systems, agriculture and warfare developed. And, within a decade, great metropolises were destroyed and permanently abandoned, left in ruins. Out of these near-east nation-states, only the Egyptians moved past the collapse, and even then it was a shell of its former glory.

If you melt copper and add arsenic, you can make a type of metal that's harder than copper, namely bronze. But working with arsenic is dangerous, and once it was discovered that using tin instead of arsenic made the bronze harder and safer to work with, a world changing metal could be produced in massive amounts.

Bronze was used for jewelry, weapons, and other more banal household items. Having it in abundance (like the Hittites did) meant you could trade it for grains and another precious metal, gold, that other kingdoms had (like the Egyptians). After a few generations a complex web of trade stretched around the eastern Mediterranean.

During this time both writing and mathematics developed out of the ways in which large civilizations needed to supply their populations with food. The cities involved were massive, some nearing a hundred thousand people deep. (Enter the MHs Calendar from earlier this month.)

The recorded history from the time of the collapse mentions, repeatedly in different sources from different places, marauding "sea-people" arriving and wreaking havoc, among other naturally occurring catastrophes. The identity of the sea-people is hotly debated, but with enough research and a well developed smell-test skill, an advanced view of the realities start to form.

Besides writing and math developing, the use of the wheel had become rather advanced, and with it the chariot as a weapon of war. Chariots are pretty badass, but they are complicated to use effectively. It takes years to train to be proficient. All you need now is a collective system where enslaved people do the agricultural and industrial labor (check), a series of climate-induced droughts, and the system is ready to crumble.

So...droughts lead to starvation and unrest, the hyper-trained soldier class that is no longer being paid---or fed---start to attack, causing more unrest and internal strife, which causes trade to dissolve, and the positive feedback loop can't stop. 

Survivors flee coastal metropolises for inland mountains more easily fortified, and literacy is lost. For centuries.

A dark age begins.

The letters from the collapsing times are tragic: kings send off pleas for help; responses are found in broken tablets, never to reach their final destination: "We can't help you, we also have no food and are, too, being savaged by the sea-people."

This concept---civilizations growing larger than they can manage crumbling under their sheer complexities due to a confluence of factors---is known as Systems Collapse. The systems that keep a community of civilizations going---agriculture, trade, and warfare---fail to be able to maintain their integrity, and the whole web fails.

In the aftermath, literacy plummets, as does life expectancy and art. Most recently it occurred after the fall of the Western Roman Empire, which plunged Europe and the west into the so-called Dark Ages for nearly a thousand years, up until the Renaissance.

This got me thinking about right now, in the early 20th century (55th century MHs): We fully rely on one invisible thing for our continued existence---electricity---while a separate invisible thing---the novel coronavirus---has ground our world to a halt.

I guess not a halt exactly, since some places are beginning to reopen, but any return to "normalcy" is a fantasy, in the short term or, frankly, the long term. Whatever that "normalcy" was left us so vulnerable to being decimated by pandemic that why would we ever long for it? Nostalgia? I'd hoped that kind of thinking had been done in by the events of September 11th.

Early on during the pandemic I remember seeing a joking comment about our national response saying we were "failing our beginner's apocalypse."

This is funny because it's true. We're not really vulnerable in this moment, I'd posit, to a Systems Collapse event or series of events. I could be wrong, and the events surrounding the upcoming election in November could have some influence on that. But I'd guess that our Systems would mostly stay intact.

But what of those systems and their structures? This "beginner's apocalypse" has shown how threadbare our society is. The vast majority of working families were headed towards destitution after two missed paychecks. For a great many of those families, the federal relief package of $600 a week was more than they made before they were sent home to sit and hide and try and beat our invisible foe.

The healthcare system isn't prepared for a tsunami of cases (luckily many hospitals are able to function with only overworking their staffs, and not bursting at the seams); preventative care evaporated well before the virus hit, making the impact worse, and especially for people of color. States have been sent to fight amongst themselves for testing equipment.

An educational infrastructure that has been repeatedly defunded for generations has produced a populace that regularly questions the authority of medical experts and could be responsible for the continuing inability to contain this threat.

Armed white people storm state capitols demanding an end to safer-at-home protocols---and seem to have the support of the highest executive administration in the country. No harm befalls them.

Peaceful protesters around the nation amass to demonstrate after the murder--on camera--of an unarmed Black man, George Floyd (SAY HIS NAME). They---we---demonstrate for a reckoning with systemic racism. It does NOT seem like we have the support of the highest executive administration in the country. Hundreds are beaten and gassed.

The last two points are just here to illustrate how frayed our national identity gets when told go hide for a few months to beat an invisible foe.

The pandemic has shown how "essential" workers are the ones making the least money.

I'm not making the case that we're a failed state, because it has been made before recently, and been made well. 

I think the burden of proof is on the position that we aren't a failed state: that case is hard to make. ESPECIALLY WHEN THE INCUMBENT PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE OPENLY TALKS ABOUT HIS PLAN TO CRIPPLE THE EASIEST MEANS OF VOTING DURING A PANDEMIC.

Our country may be teetering WAY closer to an edge than we're really willing to admit, but that's not what Systems Collapse is about. We are a cog in a larger machine. Sure, if we were to fall into some kind of even-worse hellscape, the larger machine would be rather damaged, and in a sort of trouble, but even then, I don't think Systems Collapse is in the cards.

But...

Three threads in my head come into focus.

Thread One: I watched a show on an astronomer who aimed his big telescope at the sun and was actively sketching sunspots on paper that collected the light from the sun, for he knew it was too bright to stare at using his eyes. As he sketched, a bright flash popped a few times on his paper. Weird, he thought. Eighteen hours later every telegraph box around exploded, having been overrun by a solar burst.

That it was a mass telegraph box explosion betrays the era in which this astronomer worked. What if this unpredictable event happened tomorrow? How would our global society deal with explosions at power stations around the globe? Is it conceivable that this could act as a nudge towards Systems Collapse? 

Thread Two: It's been quite a few years that I've been of the belief that we're witnessing an Extinction Event. Especially after watching a great many dinosaur shows with my Boy, the view that Extinction Events quite often take a few million years to occur is prevalent. Maybe a few thousand years, what with the volcanic formation of the Deccan Plateau in India caused conditions that were mortally exasperated by the great asteroid crashing through at Chicxulub and ending the Permian (and the dinosaurs). The asteroid hit is romantic to an extant, but it happened in concert with other, natural phenomena.

When you hear how many animals are careening towards extinction, coupled with how many have already succumbed in the course of a few human lifetimes, it's hard to ignore that this is probably what an Extinction Event looks like to observers of the event. Which leads to...

Thread Three: While I've been of the opinion that we're witnessing an Extinction Event, I've also held the position that climate change is too far gone to positively (for humans) alter. A complete and radical change to our approach to life is what it will take to make the changes to slow the dumping of carbon into the atmosphere, and while it's my personal cynicism that believes the attempt is ultimately fruitless, it's certainly morally correct to do it.

And this is what people don't understand, or don't want to believe. If we get 4.5 degrees Celsius increase by 2100 (5582 MHs), as some conservative estimates put it, Systems Collapse is not only a possibility, it's a cute euphemism for "not quite headed towards extinction, but mostly fucked," which will be the reality. Is it "shred of humanity fighting for a piece of Patagonia or New Zealand" bad? Maybe.

The drastic estimates of 6 or 7 degree Celsius by that year would prove so catastrophic that discussing them is seen as alarmist. Like the Great Dying at the end of Cambrian Era bad. 

If all goes right, my kids could be alive in 2100.

This is why NOW it's important to try and learn from the past, to study it and try and make sense of it. To face it instead of still bickering about hoaxes and bad science.

Are we a solar flare storm away from Mad Max?

Are we another virus away from total breakdown?

Is the Old Normal even something we'd like to entertain?

No. Especially if it makes us complacent to real disasters that we could actually have some power over.

And, what exactly do we have power over?

Thursday, August 13, 2020

Messed Up My Own List

 Wasn't thinking straight...

  1. Thor: Ragnarok
  2. Black Panther
  3. Doctor Strange
  4. Ant-Man and the Wasp
  5. Captain Marvel
Doc Strange is the most psychedelic film ever made, and the first time Tilda Swinton sends the d-bag version of Strange through the multiverse is the most psychedelic sequence ever put to digital celluose.

Paul Rudd is just a special personality to try and squeeze into a super hero movie.

For #5, Captain Marvel , I chose maybe an unorthodox selection. I just like that the character is like Superman---nearly as powerful, but a chick, and angry. I find it cathartic.

The first two should need no explanation. (I haven't seen the newest Spider Man entrants.)(BUT, Sony's Into the Spiderverse" would rank very high on this list.)

Monday, August 10, 2020

When Rooting for the Badguys Was Fun

We can all see the ramifications when people don't take badguys seriously enough.

And I'm not here to talk about anti-heroes like Travis Bickle, Stringer Bell, or Tony Soprano.

Upon a viewing of Marvel's "Black Panther" film, I realized that for the first time in a while, the badguy, Michael B. Jordan's (AKA Wallace from the Pit) Killmonger not only had the morally righteous position, but also convinced the hero, Chadwick Boseman's King T'Challa, of the position. (Let's move past the fact that the love interest had been saying the same thing for the entire movie...that seems a fitting statement on gender relations.)

I always felt that Killmonger had been right: that Wakanda had been doing a disservice to the rest of the world by its isolationism. Maybe I agreed with his position that Wakanda should have been arming militant minorities in urban areas, but that's the demarcation between "winning the moral argument" and "going too far" in today's society. 

Well, in a pre-pandemic, pre-George Floyd society. 

And then I remember a long conversation I had with an old friend about the X-Men. I was, and still am, firmly on Team Magneto. The attempted genocide and all I was unaware of when I professed myself Team Magneto, but the point remains: Magneto's position that mutants will not be able to coexist with normals without some kind of conflict is the position that history would bare.

Charles Xavier's stance that peaceful coexistence between the two species, Homo sapiens and Homo superior, seems like it would be possible in a world that is an idealized version of our own, and NOT the one we actually live in.

To paraphrase Tupac's mom, Assata Shakur, an actual Black Panther: oppressed people do not gain rights by appealing to the good nature of their oppressors. Conflict in that system is bot necessary and inevitable.

I always felt that given the circumstances---if I had been a young mutant---I would have gravitated towards Magneto.

So...Team Magneto, Team Killmonger...

THEN I realized that both "Black Panther" and the first "X-Men" movie started with essentially scenes of their antagonist origins, their badguy origins. Black Panther opens with Killmonger's dad getting killed by his brother the King, in Oakland in the '90s (with Too $hort playing in the background). X-Men opens with child Erik Lensherr in Auschwitz, learning about his magnetic powers.

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Talking about the Marvel movies for a second: It turns out that Captain America may be my favorite of the heroes. Corrie joked that both she and my brother Dan are Captain America, because of his moral rigidity, and that may be why I'm drawn to him.

Also, just to connect the topics: having just seen Age of Ultron for the first time and being introduced to the Twins: Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, I was proud of myself for knowing that they were from X-Men comics before Avengers comics (back when nobody gave a shit about the Avengers).

But I was shocked to learn that Magneto is their father.

Crossover maybe?

Also, just because, the Top Five Marvel Superhero Movies:
  1. Thor: Ragnarok
  2. Black Panther
  3. Ant-Man and the Wasp
  4. Iron Man
  5. Avengers: Infinity War

Saturday, August 1, 2020

Happy New Year! Happy 5502 MHs

A newly developed dating system helps put to put historical events into better context to each other. It's the first, as far as I can tell, fully unified year numbering system, and dates back to when the Sumerians, already nearly a thousand years old by the time, modified their bookkeeping system into a functioning language, the first such instance of human civilization doing so.

It was also at this time that arithmetic was developed. Both writing and math developed as a means to help keep track of the resources needed to keep cities of 80k+ alive and thriving.

Using this as the proverbial year 1 puts us in the year 5502 right now. Today actually marks 1/1/5502. This may help with calculating your birthday, as 8/1/2020 is a starting point, if you were born in a month before August, your birth year will be calculated differently than if after.

So, when math meets writing, and they're both being developed at the same time, it seems like a reasonable time to start the clock ticking on "recorded" history. The natural metaphor for math/writing would be a calendar, and being set that far back puts everything into a specific perspective.

This is where the name comes from: MHs stands for "Modern Homo sapiens."

Not modern as in anatomically modern, but modern as in "we're now recording abstract thought in two separate ways---through a writing system and through math."

Look at these interesting years in MHs notation:
  • Year 1: Writing and math developed and harnessed
  • Year 1382: the Epic of Gilgamesh is written in Akkadian
  • 2302: the Bronze Age Collapse
  • 2729: Founding of Rome
  • 2919: Siddhartha born
  • 3261: Unification of the Warring States in China; founding of Qin Dynasty
  • 3438: Caesar assassinated
  • 4643: Genghis Khan born
  • 4697: Magna Karta signed
  • 4935: Fall of Constantinople and the Eastern Roman Empire
  • 5257: 4th of July, "1776"
  • 5450: Humans land on Moon for first time
  • 5490: Obama elected president
Is it me, or does it seem astounding how much we've been able to accomplish is what amounts to a geologic blip, 5500 years?