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Friday, July 23rd, 2004
So I'm at a bit of a loss about what to do with this essay I've been talking about writing. I finished reading "On the Uses and Disadvantages of History for Life" this morning and, while I enjoyed it, it did not end up being about what I suspected it would be, when I started. At this point I think a critical essay comparing it with The Myth of the Eternal Return would not really be worth writing or reading. So as I am contemplating, this evening, writing a post in which I abandon the idea of writing this piece, I open my e-mailbox and find therein a note from Randolph, in which he says he thinks I am close to "one of the great philosophical questions of our time" -- well with that kind of positive feedback how can I give up? This makes it seem like I should instead of criticizing Nietzsche, imitate him, and unabashedly write an essay about my idea of history. Do I dare? I must admit it seems a bit intimidating; particularly since I'm not sure what is this idea struggling to be had. So... I will continue to think about it and hopefully to write about it, and in time I hope to figure out what I am wanting to say.
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Thursday, July 15th, 2004
More on the Referrers feature -- it is quite unsatisfactory in its present state and needs a good deal of tweaking. This will happen when I get around to it -- no sooner and no later!
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Monday, July 12th, 2004
A first time for everything: here is a guest post from my darling Ellen. It could have been a line of people waiting to catch the jitney to Amagansett or, the Express bus to work. Except it was early Saturday morning at Eighth Ave. and 34th Street when Jeremy, Sylvia, our almost-four-year-old, and I got on line for the three buses heading towards Pennsylvania. We were filled with a sense of purpose quite different than that of our daily routine. The neatly-attired crowd stood, amidst a strong scent of sun screen, with New York Times, cell phone, paperback and coffee in hand. We were joining hundreds of others in a coalition called America Votes, boarding buses to "hit the ground" with potential voters in swing states. We were going to meet them face to face, to survey and discover what issues mattered to them most in the upcoming election and to register voters. Pa., with the fifth highest number of electoral votes, went to Al Gore by a mere 5,000 votes in the last election, so getting people to turn-out this November is crucial. Although our group was billed as non-partisan, and indeed, were specifically told not to engage in political debates with the people we canvassed -- it was clear that the bus was solidly Democratic. A high level of sophisticated and sardonic political repartee was on-going -- everything from the recent Republican ads trashing John Edwards to Donald Rumsfeld and his calculated terrorist threat announcements. Sitting to my right was a psychologist couple who had been heavily involved in counseling 9/11 survivors. Coincidentally, behind me was another psychologist who had done similar work. Behind the psychologists were two actors, meeting for the first time on the bus -- perfect partners for the canvassing to come. In the back of the bus was a retired couple from Stony Brook. Later on my seat buddy was a Stuyvesant H.S. graduate named Kayla, just completing her first year as a theatre major at SUNY Binghampton. I picked her brain about her early theatre experiences (Shakespeare in the Park was important) and her activism -- her first demonstration was as a baby in arms with her parents in Washington, DC for the plight of Soviet Jewry. My most recent experience on a political bus ride was the 25th Anniversary of Freedom Summer, fifteen years ago, when I rode for 30 hours to Nashua, Mississippi, making stops at pivotal landmarks of the Civil Rights movement. Kayla told me, as did many others that day, "it's never too early" to introduce a child topolitical activism. Indeed, Sylvia was the youngest person on the bus, though it was nice to see some older children with parents, too. There were a number of couples in their late 60's and early 70's, though a majority of the crowd appeared to fall somewhere between the 30's and 50's. At the various rest stops during the inevitable wait for everyone to get back on the bus, I enjoyed asking people, "Why are you here?" almost as much as people seemed to enjoy being asked. It boiled down to this: people wanting to "do something," and feeling they could not sit this one out. At the snack table set up at a union hall where we picked up our clip boards, survey sheets, and voter registration forms, Sylvia was introduced to ginger ale and "cheese noodles" as she called them. She also got to experience walking up to the doors of total strangers, knocking, and listening, as her parents, in upbeat voices said, "Hi. We're here to find out what issues are important to you in the coming election..." And she got to watch the sometimes baffled faces of respondents. The area where we were dropped off, Hatboro, Pa. is registered 75% Republican. Our particular segment was a retirement community in what had been military housing in the 60's: attached, single level tract housing, clusters of impatiens planted along narrow connecting paths, American flags waving in front of most small screened in porches. We wove along the paths from one closely-connected courtyard to another, working between 12:30 and 4 PM on a day when the sun beat down at 90 plus degrees. Jeremy in his black shiny work shoes, tie, and cordoroy pants, Sylvia, who refused to wear her straw hat because it wasn't the "flowery one", and me, with my heavy socks and sneakers made up a sweaty crew. We kept track of the number of doors we knocked on (about 50), and the responses we got -- both positive and negative. We were not met with as much friendliness as some of our busmates who later reported that they were invited in to people's homes, offered water, and thanked. However, we did get a number of our survey forms filled out -- homeland security and health issues figured largely on this groups' minds -- although one woman said very deliberately, not homeland security, and crossed it off the list. We didn't succeed in getting anyone to register... this was not a crowd that was going to decide to vote if they didn't already. We stopped to catch some shade once while Sylvia pumped her legs on a creaky swing hanging from a rusted playset behind the compound, and then again, at a grassy median in front of a factory. As we headed back to our pick-up area, I followed an overgrown path into what seemed to be a grove of tiki's. A heavily tattoed man in his mid-forties, glistening with sweat, was carving the outline of a face into a black walnut tree trunk with a chain saw."I just think 'em up and do 'em," he said. He stopped to fill out a survey form, and unlike everyone else, gave his phone number to receive information about the issues he had checked off. Our caravan of buses succeeded in getting 2,000 people to consider the issues, and 100 people to register. A festive mood prevailed as we headed back to New York. Jesse, a spirited organizer who had trained us on the way out, (and turned 23 this very day) said we had done an awesome job. I asked what people planned to do next. Everyone knew about the Move-on.org cell phone banking in Central Park the following day. I said, "I'm going to do phone banking -- but not tomorrow!" There was laughter, and a general feeling of exhausted comraderie. Then one of the actors said he and a group of twelve friends were making calls the next day! On the ride home, Sylvia pretended to do door to door canvassing with a tiny plastic tiger, a miniature purple velvet poodle, and a plastic cow that I had stuffed into my pocketbook. She made up a couple of knock-knock jokes -- with some voter registration lingo thrown in. After seven hours on the bus with one meltdown going and another coming back, Sylvia elicited (and gratefully accepted) the following food offerings from three grandmas: butterscotch candies, a stack of gingerbread cookies wrapped in aluminum foil, and a bag of cherries. America Votes and People for the American Way are doing weekend bustrips to swing states all the way 'til the election. Please think about signing on. For information, if you are in New York try the PFAW office, (212) 420-0440, or you can go to the America Votes homepage for a full list of participating organizations.
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Hmm.. I see that displaying referrals from search engines in the way that I am doing it, is having a negative side effect of causing the engines to catalog the link text I am showing, and direct searchers to the wrong place. I will turn that feature off tonight. Too bad, I got a kick out of seeing what people were searching for -- but far be it from me to make people's Google experience more frustrating than need be. Update: Done.
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Tuesday, July 6th, 2004
Today I was reading chapters 5 and 6 of On the Uses and Disadvantages of History for Life and I came up with an idea, that may have some relevance to the essay I am hoping to write -- this work seems to feature a leitmotif of what I am calling "parallel opposites" -- a pair of phenomena which are contradictory but which arise from the same underlying process. For instance, consider the opening paragraph of chapter 5, where Nietzsche is listing the ways in which overreliance on history is harmful to life: two of these are, "it leads an age to imagine that it possesses the rarest of virtues, justice, and to a greater degree than any other age;" and, "it implants the belief... in the old age of mankind, ...that one is a latecomer and epigone." This might be a slight stretch; but these two dangers appear to me contradictory, since the latter (I would think) entails a belief in an ancient golden age, from which we have fallen. Now let's look at the beginning of chapter 6, where Nietzsche is explaining the genesis of the first of the above dangers. In the course of this explanation he says, Socrates considered it an illness close to insanity to imagine oneself in possession of a virtue and not to possess it. Certainly such conceit is more dangerous than the opposite delusion of being the victim of a fault or vice. Nietzsche does not come out and say as much, but both of these opposite delusions (in this context) would could be brought about by the same process. -- I need to develop what the nature of this process would be, and also to say something about how I find Nietzsche's argument here not totally coherent; once I lay this out I might be able to argue that he is stretching his point in order to work in this parallel opposites structure.
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I watched a half hour or so of Shanghai Love Motel's set at Luna Lounge this evening, and was sorely disappointed to have to leave so soon. They make beautiful music -- combine straight-ahead rock and roll with abstract, cerebral lyrics in a way that reminds me of my two perhaps favorite artists, Dylan and Robyn Hitchcock. (The Dylan influence is clear and goes almost without saying, and they played a dynamite cover of "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" when testing the sound system before the show; the Hitchcock influence I'm pretty sure about but am waiting on confirmation or at least non-denial from Bill Millard, the band's bass player, before I assert it. But still I can say their music reminds me of R.H. without being roped into having made a statement about their influences, right?*) Anyway -- I can't say too much more about the music because I only heard 5 songs -- but by all means go listen to their next show if you're in town. I will post about it before it happens.
*Bill responds that yes, he thinks they do have a bit of influence from Hitchcock.
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Thursday, July first, 2004
I got the "Referrals" section in the left hand column working, I had been meaning to do it for a while now, I think it's pretty cool. Tim, if you surf over here today you will see a bunch of referrals from your site; this is because I was using your site as a test. The Referrals section should show: any referrals from another site within the past day and a half. If the site is a search engine, then the link text will show the search engine name and what the query was; otherwise the link text will just show the host name of the site. (One drawback to this is, multiple referrals from different pages on the same site will be glommed together into one link, with the link pointing to whichever page sent the first referral. This doesn't seem like a huge big deal to me in the case of sites which are not search engines; it is why I handle search engines differently.) Also I moved "Daily Links" (when there are any) to the top of the left hand column. Update: The routine that distinguishes between search engine referrals and other referrals does not currently handle Excite Search, which builds its URL in an unusual way -- I will try and figure out how to handle this, but until then referrals from Excite (and any other search engines which work the same way) will be displayed as non-search engine referrals.
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Tuesday, June 29th, 2004
On the train home today, I was rolling over in my mind ideas for the structure of the essay I want to write about the individual's experience of history. It's something like this: I first assume that Eliade's notion is an accurate description of how ancient peoples constructed their cosmos -- this notion can be broadly (and less than fully coherently) summarized as that by forgetting history, a culture can construct a world around itself along mythological lines. Then I introduce the conflict in Nietzsche between remembering and learning history, and forgetting history, living authentically in the present -- this too is a sloppy paraphrase but bear with me* -- and present how this can be seen as a nostalgic longing for the primitive world-view described by Eliade, and finally how this can be seen as a turning away from the primitive world-view described by Eliade. Another section that I am not sure where it should go in the essay or even if it belongs in the same essay, would treat Eliade's idea as romantic nostalgia projected onto prehistoric civilizations, and examine whether Nietzsche was laboring under the same misconceptions.
*It may be that in my writing, frequency of adverbs is a good rule-of-thumb measure for how hurriedly I am writing.
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Friday, June 25th, 2004
Here is a song I think Bob and I could play really well, with Janis on bass and backing vocals -- Take a Walk on the Wild Side. Update: I talked to Bob on the phone this evening and he was pretty enthusiastic about the idea too.
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Thursday, June 24th, 2004
It occurs to me that a question that ought to be answered before I start writing this essay is, why am I writing it? What drew me to Eliade and to Nietzsche? What interests me so strongly about the notion of constructing history by forgetting events? Thinking about this today, I came up with a tentative idea that I am interested in this because of my apocalyptic worldview -- for many years now I have lived with a fear or expectation that soon, within my lifetime, would come a major catastrophic event that would mark the end of this historical era (the era that has been in progress in the west since the beginning of the Renaissance). I have not always acknowledged this fear; but it has been present on some level at least all of my adult life. Could this be what draws me to the thesis I am working on now? Hard to say -- since I have not even formulated what the thesis is besides that it has something to do with history and with forgetting -- but I am going to take as a working hypothesis that at least a large part of my interest in these books stems from this fear. While this is not going to be foremost in my thoughts approaching this essay, one potential side benefit of working on it should be a better understanding of the fear, and of its costs and benefits.
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