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  • hardie karges 11:07 am on May 29, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    The suspense is killing me, hanging by my suspenders, 

    by the thread of my own imagination, the interminable distance between two points waiting to be traversed, knowing that if I’m lucky, I’ll still only get half-way there. The waiting is almost the hardest part, time being the minor dimension in the human portion of the space-time continuum.  At least time is a dimension reconciled by mind, modern and digital, while space still insists on doing everything the old-fashioned analog way, moving points and lines and Euclidean surfaces around turn-tables and time-tables and hoping for the best.  Maybe anticipation is the true middle path, moving perpetually along multiple paths of fulfillment but never totally arriving, always striving for the next goal.  Boredom is the most insidious enemy of modern society, dissatisfaction with the status quo no matter how high the status.  Demand has a curious way of always staying one step ahead of supply.  Only art can stop the insipid dialog, cease the endless dialectic.  High culture is the oxygen that sets minds burning with thoughts and answers to questions that haven’t even been asked yet.  If causality is a casualty of the negotiations for a cease-fire on the domestic front, then so be it.

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  • hardie karges 9:19 pm on May 28, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Music might have a better chance at transcending boundaries, 

    if there could ever truly be styles that not only were pleasing to the ear and the butt, but that carried a message that could be translated to other languages effectively.  If business is the only art left, then entertainment is the only business left.  Back in the 60’s we had the idea that maybe rock-and-roll could save the world, one of the nicer hallucinations of the period, but ultimately doomed to failure with the rest.  Books can cross borders, and do, but how many people read books in the age of Internet?  And who really has a universal message to convey?  The music is primary in music, not the words, usually.  It’s possible to like a song whether you know the words or not.  As always, getting the words and music to fit is the challenge.  In translation, the fact that the creative spurt has already been done limits creative options in re-composition, true, but also limits the size of the task.  A song can’t simply be translated; it has to be re-worked.  If the lyrics are good, then it’s worth it.  This might open new avenues for music video, now not much more than a pathetic lapdog of the lyrics and melody, and a back-door path to and from Hollywood and its infamous bottom line.  There’s another bottom line, also, and it can’t be faked, bought, or sold.  It’s called “the boogie factor”.  Let’s rock.

     
  • hardie karges 3:47 am on May 28, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Culture is contagious, its strength inversely proportional to the square of the distance from the source. 

    Why one village has people carrying around pictures of the virgin of Guadalupe and another half a world away has villagers lined up behind images of the Buddha while still another could give a bloody shit (British people or hemorrhoid sufferers) about any of it is beyond me.  Why one has stupas pointed to the sky while another has steeples (same root word?) while the other points his finger, likewise.  I can identify with all three, and do.  I can’t help but think that the village people (no, not THOSE Village People) would get along with each other just fine if given the opportunity, and the religious background.  Unfortunately most village people don’t have money to travel, except as wetbacks, and even when they do, would not likely mingle with other village people.  They’d go to Las Vegas or Disneyland or Mount Rushmore (hurry up!) or the regional equivalents.  It’s up to anthropologists and a few devoted travelers like myself to spread the gospel mouth to mouth of universal sisterhood and the end to futile feudal racism.  Maybe I’m so anti-racist because I’m from Mississippi and have seen its psychological destructiveness from so close-up.  That would please the determinists who otherwise might insist I be just the opposite.  Don’t expect corporations and their executives and their salesmen and their products to truly transcend racism, though they can leap some buildings in a single bound.  Religion has certainly proven itself incapable of creating a world suitable for all, but consumerism is superficial by definition and doesn’t exactly satisfy the hungry soul searching for universal truths.

     
  • hardie karges 7:19 am on May 27, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    71% of the earth’s surface is covered in alcohol, drug of choice, creature of fate. 

    Did some early hominid win the Nobel Prize for his discovery of alcohol?  Is this what separates us from our gorilla and chimp cousins?  We’ve been shit-faced at most of the great moments of history and many of the lesser ones.  Is alcohol the agent of mutation that gave us the DNA that makes us human?  At the very least natural selection seems to have given the drunken apes a better chance of survival than the others.  You don’t argue with Mother Nature.  I don’t see too many Amish elders in the ranks of dot.com movers and shakers.  I see a lot of semi-reformed slackers raised on reefer and bathed in beer.  I doubt that the ranks of science and intellectuals are all that much different, just a bit more bookish and near-sighted.  I know the ranks of artists aren’t.  Imagination seeks its own catalysts in its quest for freedom and creativity.  Talk is cheap, but a little buzz doesn’t cost much more.  We humans are capable of more than just turning carbohydrates into hydrocarbons in the short span of individual and collective existence.  Somehow somewhere a consciousness was born and the world changed, for better or worse.

     
  • hardie karges 7:42 pm on May 24, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    The long loving arms of entertainment conquer all. 

    Who would’ve thought that a computer would become little more than an Internet machine in the space of ten years?  Who realizes that neither will be much more than mass entertainment in another ten?  Many kids don’t even realize that computers had a previous life as number crunchers and word processors.  Entertainment is the only business left in a world where food production is a foregone conclusion and consumption has reached the point of saturation.

     
  • hardie karges 10:39 am on May 24, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Plato, Jesus, and Einstein are my big three thinkers of all time. 

    They transcended the ordinary.  Plato’s myths, Jesus’ parables, and Einstein’s thought experiments all come from the same place, played the same role, and accomplished very nearly the same things in society.  They all make you see the world in a way that maybe you didn’t see it before, in a way maybe you COULDN’T see it before.  They all teach by analogy, operating in that not-so-gray area of your brain where the precise logic of language becomes the precise logic of mathematics and the phenomena of existence all of a sudden look different.  Plato’s myth of the cave shook me to my socks thirty years ago, illustrating just how easy it is to get trapped in the fallacy of common sense, which prevents you from seeing the forest because of all the trees in the way.  Einstein does something similar, only more modern and mathematical, with his thought experiments on acceleration and inertia relative to frames of reference.  Both allude to a dimension of light, which by modern definition includes magnetism and electricity.  A dimension of gravity might be inferred also, given its apparent irreconcilability as a force.  Jesus took things more to heart and stomach, but still the logic was impeccable, and the idea that brotherly love can transform the world, makes it capable of just that.  He only made one mistake that I can see.  I’m quite sure that birds do ask where they will sleep and what they will eat, albeit in some mental language.  I doubt they do much else, but this is minor quibbling.  All had a glimpse of that larger world of which this slow cool world is a part, and they articulated it in a way that breathes spirit into the dead letter file.

     
  • hardie karges 6:45 am on May 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Information is currency, worth its weight in gold, 

    bought and sold in black markets and five-and-dimes at a face value inflated.  Day-traders talk up the price of oil while gamblers place their bets on the outcome of troop movements in the Mid-East.  Futures markets are sluggish on all fronts, while the past trades briskly in all media.  Lovers engage in wild speculation on their possibilities, while remembering to wear protection in the heat of battle.  You know we’re in trouble when suicide becomes the leading cause of death.  Capitalism is a confidence game that folds up early if the main players throw in their towels.

     
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