Saturday, April 21, 2012
HOW OMAR LITTLE GETS HIS GROOVE ON
Friday, April 20, 2012
WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?
Thursday, April 19, 2012
DIRECTORY TO REVIEWS OF BOOKS BY OR ABOUT INDIANS ON THIS BLOG
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
WHERE'S THE MONEY?
We know that money is simply a fantasy, an agreement to record “credits” of various sorts as changing hands, the way the Egyptians et al figured out how to make marks to keep track of who owes whom what. I know about “cooking the books,” which means to move those credits around in a way that seems logical but doesn’t reflect reality. For instance, the director of the counseling center where I worked in Chicago routinely moved money around in order to pay for people who didn’t/couldn’t pay for the services received. I wasn’t part of it, so I don’t know exactly what he did, but he referred to doing it.
The same thing was true at both Multnomah County and the City of Portland. Things were moved around from one category to another or moved to the side and defined in some special way. Some of it couldn’t be avoided. It got harder after we went to zero-based budgeting. (Instead of just taking last year’s amounts), justifying every category and sub-category, which showed that the clerical staff was soaking up enormous amounts of money for specialized pens and gizmos, like hole-punches and electric pencil-sharpeners -- which I always suspected would correlate closely with morale. The more "down" the clericals were, the more they tried to cheer themselves up with little desk accessories. The practice of showing the percentage of each category expended alongside the percentage of the fiscal year that had passed was also revealing, except that if there were clearly more money than year, people wanted to spend it.
When Bob Scriver’s estate was probated, I tried to find out what was going on. The judge ruled that I wasn’t entitled to do that -- I “had no standing.” (The Mortenson case has been revealing about Montana law regarding estates, nonprofits, and trust funds. There is almost no oversight.) Millions of dollars disappeared from the Scriver estate. The money was meant to pay for expansion of the Montana Historical Society to house the his bronzes. Every effort on my part to find out more has been rebuffed, though the Society has gone through several directors since 1999, the year of Bob’s death, and 2003, the year of Bob’s fourth wife’s death. There is a record of a “Scriver Family Trust” but no Scriver family member knows anything about it. To press further I would need money. And some kind of protection from libel. The law guarantees that I would need a lawyer, because lawyers write the laws.
So I thought, I’ll just google “where is the money?” and see what ideas it gives me. This turned up a series of YouTube vids of people asking this same questions. For instance, “Where is the money, Pentagon?” (They can’t account for 2.3 TRILLION dollars.) Etc.
We are told that all the U.S. money is stacked up at the high end, in the books of the top ten percent, the top one percent, the "hundred most wealthy people" that Vanity Fair profiles yearly, and then the people who are, as a lawyer explained to me, so rich that they are invisible. And in fact, they have no nationality because they live nowhere. They are virtual -- that means they live in a parallel universe, not that they are virtuous.
Most of those ultra wealthy people do not handle any money. They have no credit cards, they have no check books, they make no decisions. They are “managed,” a polite fiction of being a person in order to provide a face for what is really a mafia. Okay, a corporation. The people all dressed up in photos in slick mags are NOT the exceedingly wealthy. They are peripherals.
The actual value of goods and services never changes. In fact, there are many more things of value on the planet now than there ever were before. But somehow the accounting system that allows it to flow around has become blocked. The blockages seem to be both moral and legal. The culture is devoted to sensation, not compassion. The lawyers are devoted to making money roll into the pockets that are already full. The churches used to push compassion. The lawyers used to push justice. They don’t do that anymore. So now we need new occupational names for people who wish to learn how to push “compassionate justice”, or “justice-driven compassion”.
I would not depend upon the academic world to do this. They, too, have been co-opted by the status quo and the privileges of power. You cannot get jobs, you cannot get published, you cannot collect honors, and you’ll be damned lucky to make friends if you don’t conform to expectations. The scientific world is a better bet, but currently they are mostly as much victims as saviors. Anyway, the overlap with academic is major. The religious establishment, is you’re talking Christian, is also on the ropes. Even the Catholic church treasuries have been tapped.
Suddenly it becomes obvious why there are so many spontaneous outrage-based organizations, not conventional NGO’s but rather wild-ass internet-based underground baseline citizens working cross-national to save real people. Emotions and needs are almost hot enough to rekindle the Sixties and Seventies -- and about time, too.
Something has to happen to reframe our bookkeeping and restore us to reality. It may well be that this coming presidential election is it. But the 4/17/12 “Here and Now” (http://hereandnow.wbur.org/) made it clear that the corruption of the Secret Service is so deep that the only thing keeping a madman from shooting Obama is pure dumb luck. What has kept the secret world of high finance from such an act is anyone’s guess. Some will guess that Obama is in their pocket. Or maybe it is the knowledge that if such a thing should happen, the consequences will be FAR more intense than any assassination of the past and the Internet will make it nearly impossible to conceal every clue. Which may be a motivator for the people who are so anxious to muzzle the Internet, wanting it to be controlled by themselves.
There’s one guy who found out where the money went. He’s one of those fellows who takes out his pocket change every evening, sorts it, and throws it into jars or buckets. He’d been doing this for years -- but then his containers started disappearing, beginning at the high end. Three thousand dollars worth of fifty-cent and quarter coins were missing. Ten days later the thief came back for nickels. By the third time, a motion sensing camera was in place, so now there is video of the last of the coins, mostly 120 pounds of pennies, being carted off on hand trucks, also stolen from the home owner. The thief has been caught, but he had already funneled the coins into the automated coin sorting machine at Wal-Mart. Altogether about $4000 worth. Clearly, hoarding money doesn’t always work.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
PROMISCUOUS TELEOLOGY
Often one hears a complaint that someone feels their life has no meaning. They say they are drifting, can’t figure out what they want, aren’t connected to anything. I’ve been saving little scraps of clues. “Promiscuous teleology” is a fav of mine. It has nothing to do with sex or God. Sorry. It’s about wanting to know what the end will be, but jumping around in one’s opinion of what to expect, being credulous. “Telos” is Greek for “end”, “pro-miscuous comes from a Latin word meaning assorted, mixed, messy, unrelated to each other. The following quotes are from this website: http://www.arn.org/blogs/index.php/literature/2007/11/19/explaining_a_preference_for_teleological
“According to a recent study, there is "evidence for a basic human preference to understand the world in terms of purpose. When faced with an object that supports a plausible function, humans make an immediate but defeasible [not likely] inference to design, and assume a teleological explanation is warranted."
“The authors advance a model of human cognition that starts with "promiscuous teleology" in children, develops with the retreat of teleology resulting from ‘causal beliefs typically acquired through formal education’, but sometimes advancing again with the onset of senility and the impairment of the causal belief system. Thus, teleological explanations are presented as ‘compelling and pervasive because they reflect an explanatory default.’"
In plain English, children and old folks like the simple story. Just gimme an explanation without a lot of facts. “God” made people. Okay. The task of the “Interpreter” part of the brain in the adult is to keep evidence evaluated, organized and useful, but when the Interpreter doesn’t have enough evidence, the “Confabulator” takes over and both children and Alzheimer’s patients begin to fill in the blanks with whatever comes to hand. The result is often “cute” or “pious.” Art Linkletter stuff.
The difference between science and religion is that science says straightforwardly, “This is my best guess at the moment and the best evidence we have.” Religion says, “This is the truth, absolutely. Believe me.” Some people get very impatient if they have to concentrate on mysterious technological stuff, let alone quantum mechanics that explain a lot to those who’ve mastered that evidence, but very little to the rest of us. Some clever religious people imitate science with a lot of confabulated teleologies which they call THEOlogy. (Theos means God.)
Science is fairly agnostic about teleology, not quite promiscuous though there area always several possibilities about how things will turn out. The evidence so far leads us to believe that we are very small in a vast existence and that everything we know and love will be obliterated either by the end of our own consciousness of it when we die or by the end of the solar system when the Sun dies. Religion offers versions of what we have experienced already, drawing a line out to a desired end. Heaven is thought to be like the best of whatever we’ve known or imagined.
Lately our culture has emphasized individual performance and achievement. People have left the countries where their families put down roots. People have gone through fierce economic hardships that make them value security. Everything for some people depends upon making a better tomorrow, especially for kids. But technology has changed the rules for family, children, disability. We are living in the midst of chaos: globalization, regime change, increasing environmental pressure, economic crisis. It’s every “man” for himself and many single people -- even children -- are drifting everywhere, looking for work, looking for relationships, or maybe just searching for anodynes. Some try to get back to formerly known control and try to force it on others. We consider this “conservative” or maybe “reactionary.” It is a confabulation. Time’s arrow does not point over your shoulder.
But suppose one is progressive, tolerant of differences, open to many possibilities in the future, promiscuously teleological? Where is the unification? How does one keep one’s balance? Especially when what once seemed like the ideal solution might turn out to have a dark and tragic side. Doesn’t it seem obvious that promiscuous THEOlogy, mixed and unstable gods, leads to trouble? But MONOtheology trying to control everything to make it go to the preferred telos (which may be good for you, but not others) doesn’t seem to be the answer either.
This world has two certainties: change and interrelatedness. There is no way to escape change except by leaving this “world” for some other that may or may not exist. In short, death. If you do not change, the changes that are interrelated to you will eliminate you. There is no way to escape relatedness with everything else except by leaving this world. If you have left this world, you are essentially dead to it.
The forward-arrow forces of this world are ecology and evolution, one being change and the other being response to change, and therefore these must be our strategies. The evidence we have so far tells us nothing about an ultimate beginning or any ultimate end -- just pushes them out farther. What we have is evidence that is only evidence, process that is only process. What we make of them has to depend to some degree on confabulation -- guessing, piecing the evidence together as best we can. We try to understand that to which we are related, whether it is the composition of air or the arrangement of the furniture in our house, and we try to reach an accommodation to it by guessing, trying things out, testing, theorizing. Sometimes we change ourselves a bit and sometimes we just move the furniture. Sometimes we guess right and other times not. Sometimes the situation comes to meet us, to wrap itself around us in some lucky way that lifts us to new heights of understanding.
That’s when the meaning comes, when we achieve fittingness and full participation. It’s not a matter of approving or disapproving, being right or wrong, good or evil. It’s a matter of getting involved, coming up against everything else in the world. Life is a contact sport. In any end at all, no matter what happens, each of us is entirely immortal in the sense of occupying this space/time, changing everything else with our influence, our simple being-here. That can never be removed. It is each of our gift to the universe, our imprint on the future, and we do it -- every one of us -- without having to be famous geniuses at all. Not that there’s anything promiscuously teleological about that.
Monday, April 16, 2012
VALIER HOUSING STOCK



VALIER OCCUPANT SOURCES:
What are the sources of our incomes?
Retired persons from the local ranching community
Young families from the local ranching community
Reservation overflow
Teachers (There are no doctors, lawyers or active clergy.)
Border related (Homeland security, Port, Customs, ATF)
Airport related (Drones? Oil industry related helicopters)
Oil drilling boom
Transient building crews (Wind farms, pipelines, electrical transmission)
Local services
(stores, gas stations, cafes, library, civic center, clinic, beauty parlors, massage, tanning, sports grounds, ag supplies, hardware, gift stores, motor rewinding, engine rebuilding)
Tourist services (campground, art gallery)
Infrastructure (gas, electric, telephone, Internet, plumbers, small construction)
Irrigation (Canal co.)
CONTEXTS in terms of occupants
Border-associated personnel who have been on the Mexican border are not accustomed to the difference in prices and the age of local housing stock. They come north because it is safer and because they have families they want to raise in stable communities. Because their salaries are federal, they make a LOT of money compared to locals.
Valier is a good town for local law enforcement people, like the county sheriff staff or the highway patrol who are more likely to be Montana people. It’s quiet with only one bar in town (fairly mellow), small population, and a general norm of abiding by the law. If you watch the sheriff’s report, much of the work is responding to emergencies like accidents.
Teachers tend to fall into two categories: those who are holding second jobs, perhaps living on surrounding ranches, and those who are young, single and exploring the world. The latter might enjoy small rentals, even apartments, while those off ranches need no housing. Administrators tend to be young men with families who need multi-bedroom modern houses.
Trailers are key to shelter for many low income people, but they carry a stigma because of it. The key is maintenance. Technology for trailers is much improved. The newest models are much better built.
Modular housing is halfway between individually built homes and trailers. These houses are popular because they are fast and you can see what you’re getting, up to a point. As I drive around town, I notice some have buckled siding and wonder about the systems inside. Some came in as a special Canadian promotion a few years back.
The strategy of some young families is to buy a relatively small older house and build onto it over the years as incomes rise and the kids arrive.
As the original dryland homesteaders aged and passed their homesteads on to the next generation, they moved to town and smaller places closer to church and store, while the younger folks whose children were on school bus routes, took over the outlying farm houses. When CRP came in, people tended to move to town, maybe even spend part of the year in the warm south, which meant that their homes were no longer needed out there on dry land where water had to be trucked in to a cistern. Also in past years the smaller places have been consolidated by big corporate interests that farmed with huge machines that could cultivate a lot of land without many people. That meant the houses stood empty until someone moved them to town.
Psychologically, people here do not tend to like group housing. Unlike retirement communities in denser populations, they tend to be no frills and associated with stigmas like low income or old age or some kind of disability. But they could be quite attractive, like the converted military housing in Conrad.
I’m a suspicious old bag and, partly because of working for Portland’s Bureau of Buildings, I often see dollar signs in the eyes of those who claim to be serving the greater good. It’s also VERY hard to get people to look past their own lives to identify assumptions that may be misleading them. I spent a lot of time explaining the flood plain zone maps, explaining why a person can’t build on them or why restrictions had to be observed. Immigrants from the former USSR were the hardest to convince: they thought if they just begged hard enough or slipped the right person some money, they would be able to break the law. The flood plain that wiped out the housing for the Portland Kaiser shipyards in the notorious Vanport flood now stands empty except for ball fields and picnic grounds. Citizens wanted to build a prison there. When told that if it flooded, the prisoners would drown, they said, “Who cares? They’re only crooks.” The head of our site development team remarked mildly, “My brother works there as a guard.” Oh.
Valier has a high water-table which regularly fills some basements and crawl spaces. I don’t know whether there is a map of that. Valier has high ground that cannot drain a sewer without a lift-station, which is expensive. Valier has several places contaminated by old service stations that require special handling for excavation. This is denied sometimes, but was discovered again when we upgraded the main sewer trunk line. Infiltration of the sewers by ground water getting into broken sewer pipes (which are ancient and made of dubious materials) has a real effect on the treatment plant, but fixing the problem means open trenches which people despise and resent.
It’s always nice to start with a clean sheet of paper, but that’s not what a town is. Rather it’s an exercise in givens, using the complexity to find niches and accommodations, uncovering new clients for old spaces and new spaces for pre-existing clients. Oh! That’s ecology!
Besides cruising the town, I pulled up stuff on the internet. Get a load of this house, probably the newest and most expensive in town and built right on the airport. Why? I have no idea. But it's for sale. Price-reduced. Sort of works against the theory that elaborate housing with views of the lake will coax rich people to move here.





