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We can only create one association at a time. Each is voluntary, each is individual. Why waste time and effort building opponent associations?
-- Kilgore Forelle
or The Trout Truth, or kilgore was here.
Nobody asked but ...
We can only create one association at a time. Each is voluntary, each is individual. Why waste time and effort building opponent associations?
-- Kilgore Forelle
Shuzan held out his short staff and said, “If you call this a short staff, you oppose its reality. If you do not call it a short staff, you ignore the fact. Now what do you wish to call this?” -- The Buddhaful Tao, Some Great KoansLet me paraphrase this, if you call this wooden object a thing only related to its current use then you have to ignore all the other truths about its multilayered reality. But if you don't call it a name by way of recognizing its current use, you forget why it exists, at present in its current form. So, when we refer to science we refer to some vast field of endeavor with multitudinous and separate rule bases, not a static entity. If we refuse to label a scientist as such, we ignore the right of any human being to label herself as such. And we expose ourselves to the risk that this "scientist" may in fact know enough to state a truth that might change our lives profoundly. I myself am a scientist, a computer scientist. But does that mean I am fluent in marine biology? It should only mean that I am conversant with Bayesian logic operations, combinatorics, numerical analysis, conversion of digital code to decimal code, hexidecimal code,octal code, structured programming, and directly related fields. Do I know how to set up my family members' home computers? No, probably. Furthermore, by virtue of being a scientist to I get to join a consensus in any other or all fields scientific? No, definitely
"art" (noun) -- early 13c., "skill as a result of learning or practice," from Old French art (10c.), from Latin artem (nominative ars) "work of art; practical skill; a business, craft," from PIE *ar(ə)-ti- (source also of Sanskrit rtih "manner, mode;" Greek artizein "to prepare"), suffixed form of root *ar- "to fit together." Etymologically akin to Latin arma "weapons."I take "art" in its earlier senses to mean the putting into effect of the knowledge gained from experience and inspiration.
In Middle English usually with a sense of "skill in scholarship and learning" (c. 1300), especially in the seven sciences, or liberal arts. This sense remains in Bachelor of Arts, etc. Meaning "human workmanship" (as opposed to nature) is from late 14c. Meaning "system of rules and traditions for performing certain actions" is from late 15c. Sense of "skill in cunning and trickery" first attested late 16c. (the sense in artful, artless). Meaning "skill in creative arts" is first recorded 1610s; especially of painting, sculpture, etc., from 1660s.
Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truths, passed on from age to age, modified by individual genius, but never abandoned. The revolt of individualism came because the tradition had become degraded, or rather because a spurious copy had been accepted in its stead. [William Butler Yeats]Expression art for art's sake (1824) translates French l'art pour l'art. First record of art critic is from 1847. Arts and crafts "decorative design and handcraft" first attested in the Arts and Crafts Exhibition Society, founded in London, 1888.
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A car goes with specific inputs. Economy goes with many more inputs, but less specific. It is no less a science than physics and chemistry. These sciences are interdependent. Economics may not be in the march for two reasons; 1) scientists often mistrust economics as being unspecific, and 2) scientists only trust fictional data wherein input is controlled, and nonspecific output (undesired) is ignored. Non-linear, unspecific, unquantifiable, complex output need not inquire.
-- Kilgore Forelle
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It was with the greatest sadness that I read Sheldon Richman's farewell to Will Grigg this morning. I, as with Sheldon, had never personally met Will, but the world of voluntaryists and I have lost a great friend. He has left a legacy, though. Go to the Libertarian Institute web site, and read or view or listen to Will. Every writing, every podcast I do from now on, as in the past, will be heavily influenced by what I learned from Will. It is hard to decide which is greater, my grief or my gratitude that he lived and shared.
"May we send the State back to the Hell that spawned it." -- Will Grigg
-- Kilgore Forelle
I don't remember a great deal about this adventure. I was very young. But as I recall, my mother, Ruth Marjorie Ryan Carigan, went up against the back-of-the-bus norm of Chattanooga during World War II. She, a white and very young mother from Boston, rode on the back of the bus, with her two toddlers and the black people of Chattanooga
A few days ago, several of our OLLI (Osher Lifelong Learning Institute at UK) teammates reported on a field trip to Montgomery, Alabama to visit the remaining effects of Rosa Parks' stand. These were museums, churches, gathering places, neighborhoods, cityscapes, and so forth. They also stopped in Birmingham to visit the 16th Street Church, scene of some of the most significant events of the fight for humane civil recognition of skin color (and origin). After all, these things were not relevant to natural human rights.
When I had revisited both of the scenes in my imagination, this time aided by the direct recollections of friends, I thought of a misty series of events from my early childhood. I was about 4 years old and fairly well still protected from contexts. I did not understand that one human being didn't count when compared to others. But I carried the events with me for the rest of my life. Every day you live, whether you can analyze it or not, stays a part of your makeup, no matter what follows.
We had been downtown in Chattanooga, and we caught a city bus to go home to Signal Mountain or Red Bank; I can't remember which of these -- maybe a third place. No one is left alive who can pin down the time line with an adult memory. But what happened was that my mother sat down near the front to get out her fare. Then taking Pam and I by the hands, she led us to the back of the bus so we could play on that big, wide bench seat under the rear window. Mom sat 1 row in front of us, and as was her normal habit she struck up a conversation with a lady fellow passenger. I realize now that the lady was a black-skinned person.
At the next stop, the driver came back -- I suppose to reason with my mother. I don't think it did him much good, because she stayed right where she was.
In those days, Chattanooga had segregated bus seating, public restrooms, drinking fountains, department stores, schools, churches, theaters, restaurants, and who knows what else. The buses are the only place I recall seeing anybody of a kind different than me. I don't think Mom rode on the buses again.
I recollect that my aunt once took me to a minstrel show, put on by whites in blackface. When I had asked earlier in the day, Aunt Joann told me we were going to see a funny show. That brought about embarrassment for Mom in another day, when a black man came to our house, seeking work, and I called him "funny show." Which could it have been -- my mother probably sent me inside so she could pay the man a small bit for doing some chore. I hope she didn't send him away to avoid him and her being embarrassed by her ignorant son.
My father was not around usually. He was on the aerial photograph analysis team at the Tennessee Valley Authority. He and his colleagues evaluated the aerial images for mapping the bomber runs over the Ploesti oil refineries in Romania, along with other Allied targets.
Dad was not at home to help Mom to learn the idiosyncrasies of living in the South. Dad had grown up in Liberty, KY, Casey County, a place where even today there may not be any inhabitants of African, or any descent other than Scots-Irish. Mom was from the South side of Boston -- also heavy on the Irish. They had met when my father was a civil engineering student at the University of Kentucky and my mother was an English major at Transylvania College, both in Lexington.
They too were, I suspect, babes in the woods. Very few white people had a day-to-day source of knowledge about black people. My Dad was a hard-boiled bigot when I was young, but he changed drastically in the years of my adulthood. My mother on the other hand was predisposed toward openness, having at least learned more about the world through her education at Boston Latin High School -- the Alma Mater of Benjamin Franklin, Samuel Adams, Ralph Waldo Emerson, John Hancock, George Santayana, et al.
Many years passed between my few and brief encounters in Chattanooga, before my hermetically sealed whiteness would fall away. I never went to public school with black students until I was 16 when I moved to one of the top 3 biggest high schools in Kentucky, and even then there were only 3 black students -- children of faculty at Kentucky State College, an HBC (historically black college). When I went to UK in 1962, I don't believe there were any black students in an enrollment of 7 thousand.
A few years later, there was at least one black young man. One night he accompanied two other friends and I to Martin's, a Lexington beer joint in the near North side, where frequently we went to hear live Bluegrass music. When Ma Martin quickly asked our guest to leave, we did the same. I never told my mother about it. I wish I had. She would have been proud.
http://mentalfloss.com/article/68705/20-cognitive-biases-affect-your-decisions |
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When you encounter a war lover, ask them what is the worst human depravity. When they name one, point out that war creates more of what they detest, then ask them how they can support war knowing that is the case.
-- Kilgore Forelle
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Can there be a human more debased than one who makes excuses for war? By making such excuse one excuses every depravity -- as these are part and parcel of war. Think of any sin. Does war do away with it? Or does war make its commission more easy? Think of any justification for war. Does war make it more or less likely that another occurrence of a justification will arise.
-- Kilgore Forelle
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Oligarch's note to self -- Next time use some other narrative. People are starting to talk.
-- Kilgore Forelle
Process overwhelms purpose. We wanted to live in a world free of crime, so we asked the state to make that guarantee, now we are guaranteed the abuses of crime and the abuses of the state. Substitute any antonym for a "public good" for which we have whored ourselves, and the statement holds. For instance replace "crime" with "illegal immigration," "homelessness," "poor roads," "terrorism," "war." Process replaces the purpose alluded to in political promises. A mission-free bureau soon replaces any effort with day dreams of power, revenue, placebos, and continuation. If anyone calls them out, they change their name and transfer a few placeholding personnel to othe bureaus, equally without purpose.
-- Kilgore Forelle
I have never understood why Auberon Herbert's neologism "voluntaryism" should be preferred to the standard English word "voluntarism." The latter evidently denotes exactly the same thing as the former. (The use of "voluntarism" to describe a certain philosophical view or school of thought is neither here nor there in the present context.) Moreover, the former is nearly unpronounceable, and when pronounced is an awkward and ugly word in English.I was jarred by this, as I think of myself as a "voluntaryist," that is, I think of myself as believing in long term principles calling for voluntary agreements in all relationships between and among individuals. I take the "-ist" (from "-ism") to signify a belief system, as opposed to an ad hoc, situational ethic. But these are reasons why I misperceived Dr. Higgs' point. So, I did some research. The dictionaries do a good job of blurring the word. They are heavy on connotation (the baggage that words carry) but not annotation or denotation, or etymology for that matter. The effect, for our language in general, is that too many words are adrift -- "voluntaryism" being one of them. Dr. Higgs is right, our precious label is just another unmoored word. The word "voluntarist" was used in many contexts prior to Auberon Herbert's selection of a variant, "voluntaryist," as a label for his thoughts, and his thoughts differ critically from mainstream voluntaryism of today. Now what? Where is there some formal recognition of what either "voluntarist" or "voluntaryist" means as a label for a coherent set of principles. Coming up with a neo-neologism would just restart the vicious cycle -- if it's borrowed, the older meaning pollutes the newer meaning, or if it's invented from scratch, it has a snowball's chance of catching on (see "anarchy").