In a recent post by Kevin Drum - in which he listed 5 books that he hadn't been able to finish - many of the commenters mentioned Gravity's Rainbow as something they couldn't finish, a doorstop, impossible to read, etc.
I recently ran across a copy of Bookforum that featured a bunch of writers' take on Pynchon, lo these many years after he shook everything up with Gravity's Rainbow. Reading their comments, I was reminded how shattered I was by reading the book. It, more than any other book I ever read with the possible exception of Time Out of Joint by PK Dick, actually changed my brain. I mean, it was like LSD in the sense that "you'd never be the way you were before." You couldn't go back, you were changed forever.

I was so taken by it that I built rockets - here's a bad foto of my 2-stage V2 rocket - painted black - my schwartzraketen - fired over the houses of Anchorage AK in the mid 70s. A thing of beauty. No one else was ever the same, either.

Somewhere along the line I read recently - again - of Stanley Milgram's work on authority and conscience. If you're not familiar with it, please look it up. Briefly, he showed that most people will cause harm to others if they're ordered to by an authority. That's most. Don't know if anyone has used this in connection with torture and abuse in Iraq and Afghanistan, but it certainly looks germane. People will do things that their conscience tells them they shouldn't if someone who appears to be an authority tells them to. It really seems to be beyond belief, and yet study after study confirms the results. It says a lot about who we humans are. Or what.

One lesson? Pick your authority wisely, or not at all. Douglass Truth -- the original, I'm just a low-level iteration -- proved to me once and for all that there are no authorities. Something shocking and frightening to almost everyone when they first learn it. If you find yourself in need of an authority, just concentrate your mind on Douglass Truth's sublime equanimity, as shown below. He won't mind - he won't even notice! And you'll learn, eventually, that you can only trust yourself.

Also via The Revealer, a fantastic piece on Sol Star, the Jewish "I've been called worse by better" store-owner on Deadwood, my favorite show.

From The Revealer a good piece by Jeff Sharlet on a NYT puff-piece on Rick Santorum. How can reporting in major media be so bad?

I just read an article in the New Yorker about meth, internet, sex, and death in the gay community. Not good news. Put it on the shelf, now about to break, with the other tomes about oodles and oodles of unnecessary suffering and death. The article left me wondering why people are so self-destructive, and in this regard gays are no different than anyone else, with the exception of certain style issues, as one might expect. But the article left me feeling something else. Something left out. We talk about everything up to the moment of death, and then the curtain is pulled, and it is no longer polite to talk about it. Unless someone brings up infantile notions of heaven and hell. What happens when we die? Does anyone know? Is it important?

Our culture has this one great blind spot that occludes all others: our unwillingness to face death, and our reluctance to learn about How To Die, or to even know that there might be such knowledge. We joke about it all the time, but when the coffin door slams down, we may wish we'd learned a little more about it when we could have. In the meantime, here on the surface of our beloved little mudball, we're all driven completely crazy by this lack of basic self-knowledge, by this tremendous occlusion, this vast river we call Denial. And it is this, I think, that paradoxically allows us to be so violent, so ready to inflict death upon others.



Who - or what - is this guy; does he, by any chance, look familiar?

I started advertising on America Blog - the ad will show up sometime in the next few days. Some blogs are getting incredible numbers of readers, along with the ad rates that go with it. If I were in the newspaper business I'd be reading Dan Gilmore and trying to figure out a new strategy...

Had a nice conversation with Paul yesterday about seeing buying and selling as a potentially spiritual transaction. Dangerous area, but anything that can be used or viewed in a spiritual context is equally able to be used in a materialistic fashion...
There's a Zen proverb - the teacher exhorting his students to be "as white doves on snow..." that is, fit in, or at least appear to do so.

So how would you hide in a totally commercial society?

nice listening - sort of like Blade Runner crossed with Twin Peaks. Sara Ayers. Reminded me of the space change certain music can make... like the time I walked around Taipei on a Friday night, listening to Mozart's Requiem on a Walkman...