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The Medium and the Message

This is more I have gleaned from Postman – and indirectly McLuhan. I urge you to go direct, and get Amusing Ourselves to Death for yourself. It’s not a big book, and it is still in print.

But I can hear everyone whining “I don’t have the time,”  when they can sit down and watch a 30-minute TV show with no problem at all. Reading and understanding is not something they do.

Here are some sound-bites for them, from pages 9 and 10 of the book, which will no doubt be way over their heads, since they are taken out of the context of the book.

The medium of communication available to a culture are a dominant influence on the formation of the culture’s intellectual and social preoccupations.

Physical reality seems to recede in proportion as man’s symbolic activity advances. Instead of dealing with things themselves man is in a sense constantly conversing with himself. He has so enveloped himself in linguistic forms, in artistic images, in mythical symbols or religious rites that he cannot see or know anything except by the interposition of an artificial medium.

He then refers to Lewis Mumford, one of my favorites also:

The clock is a piece of machinery whose product is seconds and minutes. In manufacturing such a product, the clock has the effect of disassociating time from human evens and this nourishes the belief in an independent world of mathematically measured sequences. Moment to moment, if turns out, is not God’s conception, or nature’s. It is man conversing with himself about and through a piece of machinery he has created.

I have to tell you about a recent experience of mine. An important funeral took place yesterday at the church only three short blocks from my home. I got mixed up in the crowd following the coffin to the cemetery. I was forced to slow down and walk at their pace – when I realized that Latinos have no abstract sense of time and space, and don’t want one. For them, everything is social (in this case a funeral) and they don’t want this priority disrupted.

Real Estate Scams in Costa Rica

Costa Rica is full of scams of all kinds. They are a normal part of doing business down here. They succeed because Gringos are so naive.

Let me give you an example I know about personally. A Real Estate developer (often a Gringo and his local side-kick and lawyer) buy an option to buy some scenic property. He divides it into lots, and sells the lots – promising to provide a clear title and the utilities later. The developer is so convincing the buyer trusts him, and does not look into the deal (all in Spanish, of course) too carefully.

If he sells enough lots, he may bring in the utilities (which can be an expensive business involving bribes) so he can sell more lots. Or he may buy the property and provide a clear title to the lots already sold (and those he still hopes to sell). Or he may do nothing, and just pocket the money, knowing that the courts take forever, and everything is tied up in interlocking corporations.

There are many variations on this – but they all screw the Gringo buyers. who often just give up and leave their money on the table, knowing they will never get it back.

Addicted to Hate

I keep searching for something that will explain everything – or at least a big part of everything. And it seems to me that hatred explains a lot.

Hatred is a subtle emotion that can become addictive. We do not realize how dangerous it is, or how common it has become. Love, by contrast, has become difficult – and even seems dangerous.

I spent some time reading the Sept 27 issue of the New York Review. Keeping up with this is an education in itself – but a pleasant education, since you can chose what to read.

Although I get a preview of every issue sent to me online, I still get more out of looking at paper, marker pen in hand. But the online version (you need a subscription to view the whole thing) does allow you to make copies of text you want to refer to. Such as this from The Return of ‘The Runaway General’

Many journalists and commentators have predicted that war will break out once the Americans leave [Afghanistan]. The simple but startling outcome of the NATO summit in Chicago in May was that there is apparently no “Plan B.” Every source I have consulted has made it clear that there are no contingency plans if the promised withdrawal of Western forces by 2014 becomes very difficult to carry out; if US and NATO efforts to stabilize and strengthen the Afghan regime fail; if efforts to reduce rising ethnic tensions between the Pashtuns and non-Pashtuns are unsuccessful; if the 350,000-strong Afghan army and police do not hold together; if neighboring states like Pakistan and Iran step up their battle for influence; and if Pakistan does not stop giving sanctuary to the Taliban. A lot of things have to go right before the withdrawal can be seen as successful. On the other hand, only a few things have to go wrong to turn it into a debacle.

Do Americans care? No, most Americans do not read the Review. They are satisfied with hating the Taliban – even though they have no idea what it is. If some magical way were available to eliminate Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iran (plus a few other Islamic trouble-makers) instantly – Americans would not hesitate to demand its use.

I hesitate to recommend the next article The Tragedy if the European Union and How to Resolve It, by George Soros because it is so long. I think it would be reasonable to state that the formation of the EU was a matter of love (self-love, perhaps, but still love) and its destruction is a matter of hate – or at least a disinterest on the part of the rich countries of the EU for the poor countries.

Perhaps the EU had benevolent intentions when it admitted these countries – perhaps. But it did not realize what problems this would entail. And once these problems became apparent, it (mainly Germany, that is) could not resolve them – largely because it didn’t want to.

Now for the book It’s Even Worse Than It Looks: How the American Constitutional System Collided with the New Politics of Extremism. Here again, Americans are not interested. This is about reality, and they are no longer interested in that:

As they say, the “the most powerful potential leverage in any democracy is the ability of the citizenry to ‘throw the bums out,’” but the reality is that “during difficult times such as the present, [voters] tend to broadly condemn Washington or Congress, which is more likely to reinforce the structural dynamics that produce gridlock than to generate a constructive call to action.”

The prose is too academic for my taste, but I cannot argue with its conclusion.

China comes in for its share of attention too, in China’s Lost Decade. China was once regarded as the country that could do no wrong (economically, at least) – but now seems to be doing everything wrong.

And closer to home Mexico at War. My family has close ties to Mexico, we used drive there all the way from Illinois for every year-end vacation. It was a nice place to vacation then, and I developed a deep liking for the people.

I can hardly believe how bad it is now – only fifty years later! And much the same could be said about Guatemala and Honduras. Their problems are partly their own – but they were made much worse by their big neighbor to the north.

America was not interested in helping them – only in using them. This attitude cannot be described as hatred – but was something close to it.

Intelligence is Situation-Dependent

This is not just an abstract observation – it is based on my recent life, where I have gone from being (relatively) intelligent to almost an idiot. I am left wondering “Am I the same person?” I don’t answer the question; it’s too embarrassing.

I went back over what I read yesterday on the bus on my weekly shopping trip to connect with the affluent world (shopping at a Wal-Mart store and picking my mail that had been flown in from Miami). I had been reading an article in the National Geographic What’s Up with the Weather?  It hit me like a ton of bricks, along with The New Dust Bowl.

Costa Rica is favorably situated for the effects of Global Warming. It may not have much else, but it has plenty of rain and no violent weather patterns (hurricanes and tornadoes). The food is nothing remarkable (mainly beans and rice) but there is enough of it to make everyone fat.

But it doesn’t take a genius to see the world (especially the US) is in trouble. Economically, Costa Rica is part of the US – even if it has tried desperately to move closer to China.

Once I am hit with this basic fact, everything else seems to fade in importance. I have been lucky, I have been able to live as an American on a Social Security income. (Not that I recommend this, Gringos return to the States every day, unable to live such a strange place).

I return to my study of Emily Dickinson, Globalization, and Complex Adaptive Systems.

Of the three, Emily is the most reassuring – she was crazy like me.

There is no Cure for Stupidity

And human stupidity is very common. I could use myself as a good example of not how to do it, and my country, America, also. The entire 20th Century could be called the Big Failure.

But we cannot see this – and this is the biggest failure of all.

I am reading Making Globalization Work, and the author, Joseph Stiglitz, an extremely intelligent and experienced man, first does an overview of history of Globalization, which is excellent. But then, as his audience insists, he starts on solutions – without mentioning the all-important caveat: the human situation often cannot be fixed. This can be demonstrated using computer modeling - once basic trends are established it is nearly impossible to change them. History is full of examples.

These forces are invisible to the people affected by them. The classic case being Germany under Hitler. The Germans were the smartest, most talented people in history – but they went completely crazy, and had no idea of what was going on in their own country, let alone the rest of the world.

Did Americans learn from this Great Example – or from the many others, such as Stalinist Russia or Maoist China? No. They had their own Cold War, which destroyed America. And quite a few other countries too, including most of Central America.

All of which they are blissfully unaware of – and violently resent any reminder of.

I know I am beating a dead horse here. People without number have been pointing out America’s injustices in Latin America forever. To absolutely no effect. In my own family, a lot of work and money went into missions in Mexico and Honduras. To absolutely no effect. Latinos have a basic incompetence that cannot be cured.

The reasons for this are two-fold. Latin America is a product of 16th Century Spain and Portugal – two of the most rapacious nations in history. The eventual result was political and social incompetence – which is still very much the situation. Of which Latinos are only vaguely aware of, and feel helpless to change.

The second reason is the one I am writing about today – the baleful influence of their neighbor to the north, which still continues – using a new twist: the War Against Drugs. Which America is determined to continue.

The overall situation is simple – stupidity (in the South and the North) on a massive scale that cannot be fixed.

No Interest in Making Globalization Work

I am reading Making Globalization Work (2006) by Joseph E Stiglitz. The cover says it is an international bestseller, like the one before it Globalization and Its Discontents. That may be true, but I didn’t hear of it until recently – and I am a voracious reader.

Now that I am reading it, I am amazed – it is a easy-to-read history and explanation of Globalization – something everyone ought to read, but no one is.

No one is interested in the economy! They assume it is something that controls them, and they have no control over it. So they avoid the subject – the less they know, they think, the better off they are.

Americans are interested in Americanization – making the American economy the world’s economy. In Latin America the Washington Consensus has been the dominant economic theory – and as result the whole area has gone nowhere.

Americans could care less. The poor people of the world are not their problem.

If you are the kind of person who wants to know how things work – you will enjoy this book.

Nothing Really Exists Anymore

This belief is the result of progress, the process where we keep making more and more kinds of things, and more and more of them – until they have overwhelmed us. Where they become the only kinds of things that exist.

Why is this such a bad thing? Because we conclude that everything is man-made, and nothing has any independent existence. Nothing exists in its own right. This process has also affected us – we can no longer think. We do not really exist either.

This reminds me of bananas. I am listening to The Fish That Ate the Whale. Here is the summary:

When Samuel Zemurray arrived in America in 1891, he was tall, gangly, and penniless. When he died in the grandest house in New Orleans 69 years later, he was among the richest, most powerful men in the world. In between, he worked as a fruit peddler, banana hauler, dockside hustler, and plantation owner. He battled and conquered the United Fruit Company, becoming a symbol of the best and worst of the United States: proof America is the land of opportunity, but also a classic example of the corporate pirate who treats foreign nations as the backdrop for his adventures.

Zemurray made a machine that made bananas. I have been in the banana country here in Costa Rica, and it is depressing. I also have a banana tree in my yard, just for decoration, and it is inspiring.

American’s love having their cheap commercial bananas – not realizing this abundance for them means poverty and political repression for others.

Bananas have become another part of the American Dream – where nothing is real.

The Monsoon Season

This is the season in Asia most Westerners avoid – and with good reason. The heavens open and the rains pour forth – with violence.

Rain is to gentle a world for what happens. I can only compare it with another experience – being in a rain forest in a rain in Central America. You are standing there, soaked to the skin, with the rain still coming down in buckets – and everything, from the ground to the top of the canopy, is drenched with it. Until you have had this experience, you do not know what a rain forest is.

But to return to Asia, where I traveled during the Seventies. I was walking into town during the beginning of the rainy season in Bali. All of a sudden it started to pour, and everyone headed for the nearest shelter: the porch of a nearby house.  As we were crammed in there, standing-room only, a man behind me tapped me on the shoulder, and said to me (in English) that the woman behind him wanted me to know that she had a wonderful bride lined up for me.

This was common at the time, I never go so many proposals of marriage. Families were desperate for connections to the West – and marriageable daughters were the best thing they had.

This is even true in Costa Rica. I met a Norwegian recently who had a local girlfriend. This attractive  young women had a large family – every time I went there I met more of them – but he become overwhelmed by all the needy relatives and departed the scene.

You gotta be tough to cope with so many relatives. But some guys are, and seem to like this. A big frog in a little puddle thinks he is the most beautiful thing on earth. And all of his friends agree.

Chuleta Ahumada and Vino de Mora

I can recommend this for a meal, such as the one I just finished – which has made it difficult to type in this text. As alcohol usually does. You feel invincible, but any outside observers can easily see you are just plain drunk.

A chuleta is a pork-chop in English – a chulteta amuhada is a smoked or cured (such as a ham is cured) pork-chop. The flavor is enhanced.

Mora is the blackberry in English – which grow wild and are gathered regardless of the damage to a worker’s skin or clothing. Worse yet, they are processed into a concentrate, and then fermented in large quantities to make one of the worlds very common wines. Which are consumed with one object in view – to get drunk.

Which is my condition at the present. With one difference – the chuleta is cooked in a microwave, in its original plastic bag – which seals in the flavor.

Only one thing is missing – a Chorreada Dulce, a kind of sweet tortilla – which, of course I had too. Along with some non-fat yogurt, of course.

Now I can go back to reading Gogol’s Dead Souls – about 19th Century provincial Russia – which after all, is not too different from the rural Costa Rica I live in now.

Rain Falls From the Sky

This is self-evident, but when you have  been through 36 hours of continuous rain you begin to wonder how much sky is up there.

I went for a bicycle ride this morning, on my usual trip down the highway along the river. This is always scenic, but today it was a little too scenic. Landslides and washouts were everywhere. I managed to get through several of them, but got stopped by a landslide that went completely across the road and up the other side.

I know if I tell my relatives in the Midwest about this they will say: “Send some of the rain up here!” And I will say “You got to talk to the guy in the sky about that.”

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