Asked, after the debate, which part of the debate he was most proud of, the Orange Grifter answered that it was: not bringing up Bill Clinton’s infidelity. At first I could not see why the Grifter would be so concerned with infidelity when his own adultery is known and documented. Even more so because Bill’s infidelity is not even Hillary’s fault. If anything, Hillary is the wronged party.
Last night I realised that this is not the Conservative’s horror of infidelity (and sex in general) and the desecration of the holy institution of marriage, but more likely the ruthless Capitalist’s horror at having someone else get one over on you. What the Grifter thought he could use was not infidelity per se, but the fact that HRC had been the _victim_ of infidelity and therefore, in the Grifter’s eyes, a loser. Remember, the Orange Grifter is a man who: is proud he doesn’t pay taxes; systematically stiffs contractors; has admitted that he files bankruptcy just to avoid bills; expects Mexico to pay for the wall; gives away other people’s money in his own name (some of it to himself). To him everything is a deal, and moreover not a deal to be honoured, but a deal to be gamed for maximum personal advantage. Marriage, for him, is just another deal, as is, I suspect, this election.
I also suspect this same infantile worldview is behind the rise of the term ‘cuck’ as an insult on the internet and that may explain why those types are so infatuated with that repulsive man.
I want to name the plane either Hanna, after Hanna Reitsch, the famous German aviator, or Rammstein Express, in a nod to both the musical group Rammstein and the US Airforce base in Ram(m)stein, Germany.
There is a US Airforce charter flight to Ram(m)stein called (apparently unironically and unselfconsciously) "Patriot Express" which is amusing, and a point in favour of the second. We’re all living in Amerika, indeed.
True, fiddling about with names and other flourishes will not directly help to get the thing back in the air (im das lüft?). Nor will writing about it, like this. Key to such a project though is motivation, part of which is envisaging the final result, gleaming in the sun and giving the finger to Imperial forces.
Wait… I have another name candidate: Red Six.
I actually bought it some months ago but I have refrained from talking about it publicly because I feel guilty for doing so. For buying and for talking. So many people don’t even have enough to eat, or they’re fighting daily for social, economic or ecological justice, and here I am blowing money on .. a fetish I guess, in the original sense of the word.
At the same time though, I am fairly excited because aeroplanes are my passion and have been since childhood. If I am out walking and an airliner flies overhead I will stop to watch it and marvel. I know the science and engineering behind heavier-than-air flight and that only makes it more miraculous. I should also clarify that it’s not so much about _flying_ as about _aeroplanes_. The look, feel, sound and smell of them. The variety and history of them.
Anyway, I bought a Dornier Do28 A-1, serial number 3050 (50th of 60 made of the A model), which last flew in Hawaii in the early 90s, and had been crated and brought to NZ by the previous owner. Hawaii is a pleasant place for humans but not a kind environment for metal aircraft. The salt air, heat and humidity have caused corrosion, severe in some places. (They are also partly responsible for this Aloha Airlines accident). It subsequently sat outside here for some time, I think. Also there was some damage during transport. I suspect these are the reasons it was never fully reassembled here, and why I got it for a very reasonable price. These are also the reasons it will not be flying any time soon. (I have mentally allowed 10 years.) This is it in happier times. And this is it now (more or less). Other views of it in one piece are still present on the seller’s page and here are a couple more of while it was sitting out under a tarp. It is now in the back corner of a hangar, and on weekends I go out to worship it.
Why do I like what I like? Why do other people not like what I like? Do some people like things only because a lot of other people like them (popularity)? Do I like some things only because not many other people like them (exclusivity)? I think that the things I like are (mostly) awesome but if other people don’t like them, is that awesomeness not inherent in the thing but projected by me, or is it there but not visible to everyone? Or is the liking a serendipitous combination of me and the thing, and the awesomeness is in the relation of the thing and my entire personal history and essence? Is liking or not liking something just a matter of paying attention?
Can I choose to like or not like something? If not directly, perhaps indirectly by choosing to see whether and why other people like it (or don’t)? (I am thinking here particularly of films and television and the effect of reading reviews) If it’s a choice, why not choose to like everything and then we’d all agree? Is it bad to like bad (low quality/untrue/simplistic/base) things? If it’s not a choice, what does it mean, where does it come from, and can I judge people for their likes? (acknowledging that judging people, more than is necessary for personal safety, is usually a mistake) Is it some kind of imprinting? Are there some likes which it would be ethical to remove from people? With their consent or without it?
Is it good that different people like different things? Is that variety beneficial for individuals? For the species? How much variety is beneficial?
Is it essential/central to our humanity, or is it an accidental byproduct?
Watched “2010: The Year We Made Contact” tonight, after watching “2001: A Space Odyssey” last night. Interesting to see what was predicted and what wasn’t.
By 2001 we did not have:
- Permanent bases on the moon
- Manned mission to Jupiter
- Nuclear space ship propulsion
- Artificial intelligence (at the level of HAL9000)
Fairly basic video phones did exist by then but usually carried by the internet not directly by the phone system. There was a fairly regular space shuttle, and we did have a space station (the ISS was first populated on the 2nd of November 2000, Mir was deorbited on the 21st of March 2001 so we briefly had two) although not one with a commercial hotel and a bar, nor any with rotation for artificial gravity.
On the other hand we did have mobile/cellular phones. Neither those nor any hint of the internet appears in “2001” (filmed in 1968) nor indeed in “2010” (filmed in 1984). The films also did not predict the collapse of the USSR nearly 20 years before the action of the second film takes place. The one motor vehicle seen in “2010” sounded electric; certainly we have electric cars but not in the numbers futurists of the 60s or 80s might have guessed. And finally, aliens have not made large scale public contact with humanity yet. A bit sad about that.. would have helped to make us more humble.
Also, coincidence of the day: Some of the action of “2010” takes place near the Jovian moon of Europa. In particular, the (super advanced?) aliens appear to have started life again, beginning with photosynthesising plants, on that body. Today’s Astronomy Picture of the Day is of the surface of Europa with a note that Europa may have liquid seas under surface ice and that those seas may contain primitive life.
Walking home I realised that a sudden catastrophic collapse of this ‘civilisation’ might actually be better than if it staggered on like it is, consumptive, unconscious, and increasingly unequal, for another hundred years or more. Not least because it might favour those who are currently adapted to scavenging and living on very little (the poor) over those who are used to having everything served to them and done for them (the rich(er)).
Of course it would be better still if it underwent a genuine non-violent psycho-spiritual global revolution, (for everyone, I mean) but of these three possible paths, which are more likely?
John Campbell of Pictures for Sad Children and other things, has reviewed Horse Master, a more or less text based game/art/? If you knew in your viscera that beneath the Google+Amazon internet(tm) where information is bleached, irradiated, frozen, cut into regular sized chunks and sold back to us for a profit, lies another IN(nt)ER-net where information (word / number / link) is played with, exposed, shared, magnified, face-painted, eroticised and given away to all, you will probably find the above rewarding. You may also find it mildly disturbing.
In case you missed it while exploraturbating the above, you may also enjoy the (free as in both speech and beer) Twine system for creating such games yourself.
Lately it feels like reality is gradually unhinging. Events have a kind of fictional or surreal quality. The shenanigans of Rob Ford, soon to be ex-mayor of Toronto. Anadarko trying to drill for deep sea oil off the coast of clean-green-new-zealand. The ongoing persecution of increasing numbers of whistle-blowers and protesters by both the former first and second worlds, co-incident with both USAmerica’s and Russia’s backward slides to cold war paranoia, secrecy and dogmatic ideologies (but with both seemingly adopting an amalgam of both poles) The National party selling off NZ’s public assets like they’re going out of style. And smaller scale horror stories and bizarrities in the news every day. And what’s going on with me and with my friends?
I don’t know whether a web petition does any good but at least this is raising some awareness. You may remember the case where a couple in USAmerica were convicted of beating and starving (and freezing) their adopted daughter to death while following the “advice” of a book called “To Train Up a Child” by Michael and Debi Pearl. For details of the barbaric practices this book advocates, see here, for example. Trigger Warning: child abuse/torture descriptions.
This and a couple of other books along the same lines are available at Amazon.com. Indeed, “To Train Up A Child” is also available in eBook format for Kindle. I see no literary or historical merit in these books. I see the potential for too many confused “parents” to use these kinds of books for both inspiration and justification for their abuse. I would like Amazon and Barnes & Noble to stop selling them.
Trailer, on The Guardian, for the coming film “The High Cost of Cheap Gas”. The trailer focuses on the potential damage an emerging fracking industry could cause in Africa once it ramps up, given that even in a developed country such as the US, it has caused such damage. I dread to think.