Saturday, April 21, 2012

HOW OMAR LITTLE GETS HIS GROOVE ON


While I struggle along reading my books about brains, on a parallel path I’m  reading about society/culture/ecology -- how to recognize and even try to create a world that supports us in efforts to do good and explore who we are.  To fit.  I keep talking about Deleuzeguattarian theory partly to confound the snobs and partly to throw people off from criticizing me for being rural, isolated and un-academic.  Maybe DIS-academic.  Sometimes ANTI-academic.
I’ve been trying to figure out what comes after capitalism.  We’re in the last throes of capitalism, it seems to me, and it’s time for a revolution on the wheel but to what?  So I was delighted to find an article by Eric Jefferson Beck that is useful and popular in some academic circles, a lucid article using Deleuzeguattarian theory to unfold “The Wire,” the popular and praised television series that came from “unbinding” the previous series called “Homicide.”  In particular, this article centers on a character loved by everyone (including President Obama) though Omar Little is a loner, a killer, and a gay black man.  We all want to know how Omar is so able to belong to himself.  
The essay takes us through through “Fordist” thought (Yeah, THAT Ford, which is the set of concepts that first lifted up the assembly line and then smashed Detroit) to the present “Neoliberalism.”  I had to google both. “Fordist” is all about making and selling by mass producing in a regimented way, but paying good wages and benefits so the workers stay put.  It worked for a while.  “Neoliberalism”, I’m informed, is very badly defined and used in too many different ways, but seems to be centered at the University of Chicago.  It seems to mean few or no rules, strong government that permits markets to do their thing, and the thoughts of Milton Friedman.  I’m not in sympathy with this, but the rules thing gets my attention.  I see clearly that both wings of our current extremism is actually rule-ridden, but the liberal end wants to regulate capitalism and the conservative end wants to regulate private behavior, like sex, drugs and nudity.
My father was a devotee of co-ops, which he came to admire on the Manitoba prairie when farmers created grain pools.  (He also admired nudity, but that irrelevant here.)  In the Fifties the corporations ate most of the co-ops, pretending nothing had changed, but greatly emphasizing profit and hierarchical management which are markers of Neoliberalism.  In Valier the co-ops hand themselves over because it’s too much effort for the members to have to run things.  (That’s what they said.)  The town refuses to recognize themselves as a collective.  Everyone waits for a Big Man (a CEO) to come tell them what to do.  Though this town was built on small businesses, now no one wants to work that hard and, indeed, the distributing chains tell us we’re too small to supply.   It just doesn’t pay to drive this far.  The post office is also in danger.  But I’m getting off topic.
The most personal and ironic factoid about this article by Eric Beck discussing “The Wire,” is that it’s in Rhizomes, an online journal of Deleuzeguattarian thought.  I had written an article a few years ago along the same lines, except that it was about our real live group (Cinematheque) instead of a fictional TV series.  The team of female editors split over whether to print our article and finally decided against it.  Bravely left wing in theory, in reality they were scared.  They were women who had come up from the grassroots through academic achievement and were afraid of endangering that by allowing us in the door.  We weren’t very surprised.   
I’ll try to summarize this Rhizome article accurately.  Beck suggests that the series is based on “stratification” which is the DG idea that everything is in layers, like sedimentary rock.  These strata overlay each other, are named and related through affinity, vocation, and purpose.  In the series, they would be the police, the drug dealers, the newspaper, the schools, the labor unions.  Omar belongs to none of them, but deals with most of them on his own terms.  He is never a victim.  His strategy is to be unexpected, dramatic, and to form alliances as he goes, but then discard them if necessary.  He plays the major strata off against each other.
The time period of the series is a transition between two kinds of drug dealers, which to Beck stand for business, which is the primary function of neoliberal thought.  At first it is street level selling territories, like neighborhood stores, but then it becomes corporatized, a cartel negotiating prices and wages.  Omar’s vulnerability is caring about people: a lover, a female partner, his grandmother.  Anyone who doesn’t have power gets a pass from Omar and they know it, celebrate it.  Omar is human, not a suit.
Strata cannot be avoided, but Omar slips along in the spaces they leave.  (I once read a brilliant analysis about how bars always create spaces between them -- walls create doors -- or tunnels.)  Strata try to get control and to find resources, even if they have to be taken from other strata.  But there are epistrata that try to mark their edges and hold them back, boundaries at the limits of their resources.  But DG say,  “If you blow apart the strata without taking precautions . . . you will be killed, plunged into a black hole.”  Somalia.  So one tries to tap it without killing it.  No one can really escape or be saved by a strata.
But there are flows of “money, capital, labor, desire, that can form territories, beliefs and ways of life.  These are axiomatics that may change and present an escape.”  Feminism, LGBTQ, off-shoring, slow food, the Internet. the collapse of publishing, regime change.
Beck emphasizes that the law has changed, not in content but in method.  It applies to everyone, so suddenly the Supreme Court is very busy with people who want exemptions and protections and the law is involved in everything, even whether people imprudently believe everything they read.  But the law now concerns itself with individuals so groups have disintegrated or eaten each other: there is no group action.  Someone named Katja Diefenbach says that organizations should acknowledge that there are clashes and conflict within them, but that they also give “relief from the burden of constant self-mobilization” that so paralyzes small towns.
A major problem is the piling up of debt and the hoarding of funds that ought to be invested.  It freezes capital, which is based on movement, exchange.  Beck says,  “If the neoliberal era has seen the deregulation of capital, it has also witnessed new and aggressive regulations of populations -- surveillance, incarceration, etc. -- and of individuals.”  “Social programs are reorganized into different programs that can more tightly monitor and modify recipients’ behavior: workfare programs, family and parenting classes, smoking cessation and diet counseling, drug testing and the like.”  He omits that many people are controlled through limiting health care, including meds.  All of these are huge sources of capital.  
The idea is to make shrewd consumers of us all while everything is commodified so that life is reduced to commerce, what Beck calls “the construction of a calculating subject.”  I stopped visiting one woman whose entire life was consumed by telephone calls to adjust purchases and obligations.  One could not have a conversation.  
What we like about Omar is that his calculations include love and, anyway, they’re about as much performances as acquisitions.  Beck says,  “Neoliberal subjectification effaces distinctions between life, work, love and politics” which starves those strata and makes people into zombies.  Or high school kids.  Make that JUNIOR high.
So what Beck calls for is “a way to counter capital’s invasion of all aspects of life.”  DE-commodification.  The next step is so strange that I’ll save it for another post.  He calls it “mourning.”  Neither his blog nor Rhizomes has published anything in 2012 that shows up on search engines.  I don’t know what it means.  Have they walked off?  DE-materialized?

Friday, April 20, 2012

WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?


Sometimes what seems like a punishment or hardship at the time turns out to be a gift.  When my Clinical Pastoral Education supervisor, who had been a replacement at the last minute after I had gone to considerable trouble to enroll with someone mature, stable and competent, decided to play a little joke on me because “Unitarians live in their heads” and assigned me to the neurology ward, mostly brain injuries.  He was really doing pay-back: he hoped I would fail.  He WAS Unitarian himself and had had many go-rounds with an older UU minister who told him he was too much in his head.  I was forty, about the same age as the supervisor was.  He was still having nightmares about that older minister, who was a friend of mine.  Just to make sure I was properly hazed, the supervisor slipped around to the nurses on the ward, inquiring how I was doing in a way that hinted they should keep an eye on me.  I might be unstable myself.  
It was ten weeks of hell in some ways.  But it was also a great gift because I saw so many things, was involved in so many lives, raised so many questions that are essentially unanswerable, which is the point of CPE,  There have been times, both before and since that ordeal, when my psychic resources have been pressed to zero and I was temporarily  too blank to even qualify as a zombie.  Any farther down and I’d have been flat unconscious.  But I found that I was buoyant and though I’ve never ever been able to keep from sinking, I always come back up.  This is an extremely valuable thing to know.  It is also very valuable to know about others, so that you can sit down beside them and wait for them to resurface with some confidence that it will happen.
So now in course of chasing neurological research for my manuscript on liturgy as a way of guiding consciousness, I’m totally absorbed in this huge new galaxy of things known and unknown.  My current book is by Antonio Damasio, a relatively older book (1999) called “The Feeling of What Happens: Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness.”  Damasio has focused on what is called “lesion research,” which means studying people who have brain damage, actually creating brain damage in experimental animals, and looking at brain damage in any way possible:  fMRI, for example or cleverly devised tests.  
So a very nice woman -- in fact, one who was a little TOO nice and wanted to hug and pat everyone -- turned out to have calcified amygdala, two little bits of brain in charge of fear.  Since they were useless hard lumps, she simply had no fear.  What’s wrong with that? you might ask.  She functioned perfectly well, other than not being able to process fear.  (She might have done a lot better than myself that wringer of a summer!)  But she needed special protection in order not to be destroyed by things she SHOULD fear.  Life is dangerous.
Damasio starts with homeostasis.  Keeping the body on an even keel in service to survival.  The function of the brain is to keep the body as close to a steady state as it can, inside the boundaries that will end life if crossed.  Down in there somewhere thermostatic part of the brain is calculating whether you need more water, a little sleep, a good jolt of adrenaline, higher or lower blood pressure, and a host of things we don’t miss until they go wrong.  The brain, through its outposts of neural monitors and sub-organs, constantly watches to see/feel/hear/taste/smell/etc all the things around the outside of the body and react to them properly.  (Running like hell from danger is proper.)  But also it watches (in the underconsciousness) all the maintenance tasks of breathing and so on, as well as controlling the interpretation mode, the emphasis when processing, the “attitude”.  It does this with emotion.
Emotion is the second controlling concept that Damasio works to understand.  (This is NOT usual.)  He starts with “mood” and then goes “up” to emotion and finally to one’s awareness of one’s own emotion, which he calls “consciousness.”  The two main valences of emotion are illustrated by a sea anemone:  things that make one unfold and reach out into the environment (pleasure) versus things that make one withdraw and contract into a safe little knot (punishment).  
This next is not in the book: I suggest that the WWII American generation tried not to have emotion or at least not to admit it.  War heroes were the model.  Stoicism was the prescription.  Trauma was the result.  Much of the trauma was passed on to those who could not defend themselves, didn’t know they should fear, like children.  About 1970 we flipped over and tried to get everyone to tell everything.  Throw off the restrictions, express yourself, abandon fear, love-sweet-love,  why not?  Things went wild.  (Some of us really LIKED that!)  So now, more carefully, we come again to see what we can see.
Start over:  emotions -- both negative and positive -- underlie movement, change, progress.  In this formulation desire and hunger are good things for individuals and societies.  However rational the approach to the goals, emotion will be constantly part of the process, weighting choices, empowering strategies, providing pleasure at achievement.  I’m only on page 88.  More later.
This is not just knowledge for the sake of knowing.  I figure that between five and ten percent of my friends and relatives have some sort of brain malfunction, if not outright lesions.  (I’m counting autism, senile dementias, concussions, strokes, tumors, addictions.  And myself, mildly.)  In the past I have not understood what was going on or what possibly could be done.   My CPE was in 1980 -- more than a third of a century has passed since then and we know far, far more.  No more park-and-hope.  Far more therapy.  Subtle surgeries and meds. 
But there are far more dangers as well.  One is that we are NOT rethinking cultural and economic practices and assumptions that cause lousy intrauterine environments, then lousy EXTRAuterine environments, then schools that encourage games of concussion like football, then armies that produce traumatized and concussed young men, who then go home to young women who think having a baby will solve everything.  What do we do when the lesion is in the culture?  Well, I’m reading about that sort of thing as well.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

DIRECTORY TO REVIEWS OF BOOKS BY OR ABOUT INDIANS ON THIS BLOG

When I started this blog I was writing reviews of all the books about Indians that I had. Most of them are about Blackfeet, since that’s where I am. I gave the posts clever titles, so it’s not possible to use a search strip to find them reliably. This list is the proper titles of the books, but you can find them on the blog easily by using the date. The dates are on the right hand column of the blog which will expand when you use it.
In addition, I’m going to compile all the reviews into one document and then post that somehow as a pdf. Maybe I’ll sell it on a CD. Or just send it to anyone who sends me an email asking for it. When I first began to do this in 2005, there weren’t many local people on computers but by now many have caught on. When I get ALL my books reviewed on one document, I’ll probably “publish” -- meaning create a paper version -- maybe through www.lulu.com/prairiemary/.
This represents maybe half of the books on Indians/Blackfeet that I own and I still acquire more, but the Native American Literary Renaissance has passed. Some of those authors have aged out. Others are still writing, but what people want to read has changed. And habits have changed: what’s “in” now is short form work on small screens, including art/music and videos. What many people are watching is work by their friends. It is so easy and cheap to do, that half of what is on YouTube is not deep existential reflection on the meaning of life by cinematographers but rather something akin to kitten abuse. At the same time there is remarkable Indian material, much singing and dancing, some historical.
The best resources for books about Native Americans are still the used book websites like abebooks.com or alibris.com, but there is legislation afoot that will require royalties to be paid on re-sold books. This will take the cost up, but -- more than that -- will impose book keeping of such burdensome complexity and amount that probably the used books online will die. No one knows what it would do to used bookstores like Powells, which maintains a massive inventory of books by and about Indians.
There are many “kinds” of books about Indians, from academic work that rather obscure to Hollywoodized romantic fiction that seems impossible to discredit or suppress. The major need is now for intermediaries: brokers, agents, editors who really do know Native American books of all kinds, but no one would guarantee they would make any money or just how they would operate. If you google “Twelve Blackfeet Stories” by Mary Strachan Scriver, you will find it is sold all over the planet. There are no records of sales and I have never seen any payments from it. Lucky I didn’t write it to make money.
ALPHABETIZED BY TITLE
“[The] ACLU Handbook for the Rights of Indians and Tribes” 8/12/05
“American Character: the Curious Life of Charles Fletcher Lummis and the Rediscovery of the Southwest.”
by Mark Thompson 8/9/05
“American Indian Holocaust & Survival”
by Russell Thornton 11/29/11
“American Indians in WWI: At War and at Home.”
by Thomas A. Britton 8/18/05
“American Indians and WWII: Toward a New Era in Indian Affairs” 8/28/05
by Allison R. Bernstein
“Black Elk”
by Joseph Epes Brown 9/8/08
“Blackfoot Musical Thought: Comparative Perspectives” 10/24/06
by Bruno Nettle
“Blackfeet Heritage” (1907-09) 4/9/05
by The Blackfeet Heritage Culture Committee
“[The] Blackfeet
by Theresa Jensen Lacey 6/27/05
“[The] Blood People: a Division of the Blackfoot Confederacy” 4/14/05
Adolph & Beverly Hungry Wolf
“[A] Braid of Feathers: American Indian Law and Contemporary Tribal Life”
by Frank Pamsherim 8/10/05
“Catch Colt” 6/13/05
by Sidner Larson
“Children of the Fur Trade” Forgotten Metis of the Pacific Northwest”
by John C. Jackson 6/30/05
“Common and Contested Ground” 6/7/05
by Ted Binnema
“Daughters of the Buffalo Women”
by Beverly Hungry Wolf 9/15/05
“[The] Death of Jim Loney” 10/23/10
By Jim Welch
“[The] Education of Little Tree” 12/2/09
by Asa Carter
“Eight Bears: A Biography of E.W. Deming, 1860 - 1942” 8/15/05
by Thomas G. Lamb
“El Rancho Gumbo: Five Thousand Days in Montana Piegan Country”
by Abner M. Wagner 9/17/05
“Firewater”
by Hugh Dempsey 6/8/05
“[The] Foley Report”
by Michael F. Foley 3/7/07
“Fossil Legends of the First Americans” 6/15/06
by Adrienne Mayer
“HalfBreed: the Remarkable True Story of George Bird” 4/10/05
[A] Homemade Blackfeet History Book
compiled by G.R. McLaughlin and BHS 6/16/05
“Letters from the Rocky Mountain Indian Missions”
edited by Robert Bigart 5/1/07
“Logorrhea”
by Adrian C. Louis 12/8/06
“Many Tender Ties: Women in Fur Trade Society, 1670 - 1870” 6/30/05
by Sylvia Van Kirke
“Modern Blackfeet”
by Malcolm McFee 6/10/05
“Montana Adventure: The Recollections of Frank B. Linderman”
edited by H.G. Merriam 12/23/09
“Montana 1911: a Professor and his Wife Among the Blackfoot” 4/23/06
by “Willy” Uhlenbeck, trans. and ed. by Mary Eggermont-Molenaar
“Mountain Men of the American West”
by James A. Critchfield 6/30/05
“Niitsitapisinni”
by Glenbow Museum 5/15/05
“One Small Sacrifice”
by Trace DeMeyer 6/8/11
“[The] Piikani Blackfeet” 6/29/05
by John C. Jackson
“Pikannie” Four Volume Compendium, Good Medicine
by Adolf Hungry Wolf 5/6/06
“Place Names of Glacier National Park” AKA “Let the Mountains Sing: Place Names of the Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park”
by Jack Holterman 6/12/05
“[The] Reservation Blackfeet” 4/12/05
by William E. Farr
“Sacred Pipe: Black Elk's Account of the Seven Rites of the Oglala Sioux”
by Joseph Epes Brown 9/8/08
“Scottish Highlanders, Indian Peoples: Thirty Generations of a Montana Family”
by James Hinter 6/30/05
“Shadows of the Buffalo: A Family Odyssey among the Indians” 4/14/05
Adolf & Beverly Hungry Wolf
“Strange Empire: A Narrative of the Northwest”
by Joseph Kinsey Howard 6/15/05
“Viet Cong at Wounded Knee” 6/14/05
by Woody Kipp
“[A] Walk toward Oregon: A Memoir” 4/4/05
by Alvin Josephy Jr. see also 7-1-05
“With the Nez Perces: Alice Fletcher in the Field”
by E. June Gay 8/14/05

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

To a hammer, everything looks like a nail. To a person who wants to develop their land, every problem seems to suggest a housing development. On reflection and discussion, the issue of new development in the interest of "growing" Valier is nicely complexifying, which means that more options can be generated. Options are the key.

First let's take a look at what we've got in stock. A surprising amount of new building and upgrading has been going on in the past few years.


This is low cost subsidized housing.

Aged trailers that have slipped away from maintenance are what the "nice" people don't like.

A deteriorated empty trailer was demolished and replaced
with this newer trailer and its add-on.

This house was brought in from a ranch.

A person who has now left Valier bought and remodeled many buildings, including Stone School Inn. This house had been separated into tiny apartments,
but he restored it to being a single family house.
This house was not expanded, but recently got a new roof, insulation and siding.
The same thing happened to the two-story house in the background.

This is a modular home.

Here is an architect-designed home, built in place and fairly new.


This is a recently built house constructed with the new technology of cement and styrofoam blocks, hyper-insulated. Notice that both of these new houses are meant to accommodate two cars. New buildings in Valier are likely to be large garages, not houses, sometimes three ports with one extra large for a truck or TV. Most families in Valier have cars that cost more than my house.

So, to summarize, we've got pre-existing houses in wide variety, buildable empty lots, empty and deteriorated houses or trailers that might be better off replaced, empty houses that could te rebuilt and expanded, modular housing, group housing but no speculative development housing tracts of more than two or three at a time.

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.