the Truth about Snowflakes

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The truth about snowflakes is not as they would have you believe. Yes, there is the ideal, perfect little snowflake fluttering down slowly from the sky; the baby in the arms; the child that must be protected from any harm; the emotionally fragile liberal that cries bully when someone is just being an asshole, or can’t understand how someone could vote for Donald Trump.

Well, I’m calling bullshit, because I know a thing or two about snowflakes.

Snowflakes, which are endlessly diverse, though remarkably similar, are formed through adversity. High in the atmosphere, water coalesces and freezes upon a mote of dust, a grain of pollen, volcanic ash, silt blown from the Sahara and carried across the sea.

A microclimate forms around the snowflake. Minute variations in temperature, wind speed, humidity, and countless other details affect the forming of the snow crystal as it’s buffeted and blown about in this harsh environment.

The truth about snowflakes is that they change, they meld and coalesce, they reinvent themselves to suit the time, the temperature, and the pressure that they’re under.

Shortly after snow hits the ground, almost immediately, it begins to go through the first of many metamorphoses. The crystalline branches, if that’s the type of snow that was falling, begin to fold, pressed inward as more of their kin pile upon one another. And as more snow falls, as the snowflakes’ original forms shift, the spaces between them diminish. The snowflakes are pressed closer. The fluffy, airy spaces between them contract, points of contact solidify and harden. This process continues throughout the winter through freeze and thaw and as more snow falls. Over time, the snowflakes come together to form a continuous, insulating blanket.

Below the snowpack there is a space that forms called the subnivean zone. This is an area of warmer air between the breathing ground, which radiates heat, and the harsh environment above. The subnivean zone is an area where the smaller critters, more vulnerable to cold and predation, can seek refuge. There are trails that form, entire highways below the snow that are well worn and traveled. There is food, and warmth, and safe passage for those that need it.

When there are fewer snowflakes and no unified snowpack, it is the vulnerable that suffer.

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And snowflakes are not passive. They can move with tremendous speed and incredible force. Once loosened, an avalanche can reach speeds of 80mph within 5 seconds.

And as this fuming cascade of snowflakes, unified in their singular purpose, goes rushing downhill, they become a single irrefutable event burying and smothering all opposition until it asphyxiates.

So, make no mistake — this is the truth about snowflakes.

Questioning Conservatism

Is Conservatism inherently racist? My hunch is that the conservative movement prioritizes and perpetuates racism and racist institutions. The conservative stance on liberty, family values, and ideological consistency are rooted in normative systems of institutional power.  In the United States, at least, this power is synonymous with whiteness. Cultural, social, and religious norms are largely white hegemonies.

That’s too limited – power in the United States is predominantly white, male, and heterosexual.

So there’s that.

Another question is whether there can be reconciliation between conservative and progressive values? Can the adherents of these two world views and approaches towards life and governance reconcile themselves so that we can regain some semblance of something other than complete disfunction?

It’s a matter of both reconciliation and rehabilitation.  The ideological adherents need to find some way to reconcile their differences, whereas the system itself is in need of rehabilitation.

I believe that one of the ways this happens is by engaging with individuals, groups, and organizations within our communities.  The challenge, though, is finding the time to make the time and then sustaining some level of engagement long term.

One thing is for certain –

We cannot allow ourselves to retreat from public life.  Democracy is an aspiration, not a given.

 

 

An Open Letter

Please Defend the Affordable Care Act

This is a letter that I have shared far and wide, and now it’s found a home here.

Dear Friends,

I am writing to ask for your help.

When my wife was 8 years old, she developed Type 1 Diabetes, an unpreventable autoimmune disease that currently has no cure.  When a person has Type 1 Diabetes, their pancreas does not produce insulin, a hormone necessary for the absorption of sugar into the cells. A Type 1 Diabetic must then regulate their own blood sugar through monitoring and injections of insulin to stay alive.

Several years ago, my wife lost her insurance. Due to her pre-existing condition, she was not able to regain coverage.  Her test strips, insulin, and syringes, which are all extremely expensive, had to be purchased out of pocket. Visits to the doctor were rare. A trip to the emergency room due to complications would have been financially devastating.

Without insurance, my wife’s management of her disease suffered.  Seizures due to low blood sugar, or insulin shock, became more common.  They typically occurred in the middle of the night, and I would have to feed her honey or glucose until she recovered.  Her body’s reaction to the seizure would then lead to days of excessive highs and lows which, if left unchecked, would have eventually lead to more serious problems, or an early death.

However, because of the Affordable Care Act, my wife was able to get insurance that covered her medical needs. She now has an insulin pump, which has made a tremendous impact on her ability to manage the disease and her long-term health. Her test strips are covered, so she can test her blood sugar more often and maintain better control. She can now regularly visit an endocrinologist to help with overall management, and she can get yearly eye exams to monitor and treat any onset of diabetic retinopathy.

Because of the Affordable Care Act, she has what she needs to stay healthy longer.  There are still highs and lows, but there have been no more seizures or trips to the emergency room.

I know the Affordable Care Act is far from perfect.  It needs a lot of work.  I have no illusions about this.  However, this law that so many people love to despise has helped my family.  It has improved the quality and long-term health of my wife and best friend.  And now, it is under threat of repeal.

I am asking you to take the time today and call your representatives and senators and tell them to Fix the Affordable Care Act, Not Dismantle It.  Tell them to make it better so that everyone can receive the care they require, especially those who are vulnerable and in need.  Tell them to fix the ACA so that it can work for every American without hurting those who need it most.

Thank you.

Find your Senators here by clicking on your state.

Find your Representative here by entering your zip code or address.

Tell your representatives to:

Fix the ACA – Don’t Repeal

You can follow up with:

Protect Pre-Existing Conditions

(Lack of coverage for individuals with a pre-existing condition is potentially devastating, literally resulting in lower life-expectancy i.e. death)

Keep Portability

(So that Americans can change jobs without losing coverage)

No High-Risk Pools

(So that the sick and vulnerable are not relegated to prohibitively expensive plans with limited coverage)

You can also follow up with:

No continuous coverage requirement

(So that any lapse in health care does not undermine access to future coverage)

No vouchers or block grants

(Replacing Medicare with vouchers may not be adequate and are an uncertain and potentially dangerous gamble that would most likely impact the elderly and poor)

 

Happy Thanksgiving…now get to work!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.
 
On this day, I am grateful to live in a country where I can speak my mind, where I can advocate for what I believe is right, where I can listen to other opinions and viewpoints, and where I can engage with a process, voice my support, and even resist and dissent.
 
On this day, I am encouraging all of you to find some way to participate in our democracy. Regardless of your politics, this is a privilege that we must honor and protect.
 
For me, I am taking small steps towards a goal of sustained civic engagement:
 
1) I have entered the phone numbers of my reps, senators, etc into my phone so that they are always there for quick and easy access. I found an app called “Groups” that allows me to create calling groups to further streamline the calling process. I have made the calls, and by calling district offices, I have spoken with humans who have respectfully noted my comments every time. This is simple, easy, and sustainable. I encourage you all to take this step for yourselves. It took me about 30 minutes to set up my phone, and about 10-15 to make my calls.
 
 
2) I am focusing on immigration rights for families and children. I am reaching out to former colleagues, lawyers, and advocacy organizations in an effort to organize support and determine my work. I am in the process of learning the laws, immigrant rights, and about what’s potentially on the horizon.
 
My opinion is that each of us has to make a choice about what is important to us personally, and then we have to act, in some small way on that choice. There is so much out there that needs work, which is why we need to find what really moves us emotionally, spiritually, and politically and to focus our energy there. Otherwise, we become overwhelmed and our strength and efforts are diluted.
 
3) I am trying to write and to create. All writers, musicians, and artists must play a role in inspiring, sharing, and building bridges. And they must also dissent, and they must agitate. There is music and there is light, we can take refuge there, and it will sustain us and nurture our spirits.
 
We all have so much to be grateful for. But there is tremendous work to be done. Make no mistake, democracy takes work. If we do not work to preserve our rights, to take care of one another, and to protect the vulnerable, our rights will be eroded, we will continue to be turned against one another, and the vulnerable among us will suffer.
 
Please, take some small steps towards a goal of sustained civic engagement for all Americans. And share your work!

Objects for Comparison – Part 1

Doing some reading.

Came across the “Corner Stone” Speech given by Alexander H. Stephens in Savannah, Georgia on March 21, 1961.  Alexander Stephens was the vice president of the Confederacy throughout the Civil War.  In this speech, he lays out a number of differences between the “new constitution” of the Confederacy and the old constitution of the Union.  These differences were improvements, “great improvements” in fact.

Working through the speech, Stephens finally cuts to the chase and puts the question of African slavery to rest once and for all.

And this is where things start to get nuts. Unless you are Richard Spencer. Or David Bannon. Or, I’d venture, Jeff Sessions.

The old constitution, in Stephens’ opinion, was composed by the “leading statesmen” of the time who saw slavery as a “violation of the laws of nature.” Jefferson, he states, I’m assuming Thomas, predicted that slavery would be the “rock upon which the old Union would split,” and in this, Stevens admits, Thomas Jefferson was right.  BUT, the reason Jefferson got it right was wrong, fundamentally so. It was wrong because it rested upon the assumption of “equality of the races.”

wuh?

The new government, Stephens states, is founded upon the exactly opposite idea, the idea that “the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery subordination to the superior race is his natural and normal condition.”  Furthermore, that the new government is “the first, in the history of the world, based upon this great physical, philosophical, and moral truth.”

And  H-O-L-Y  S-H-I-T he’s just getting started.

You know those crybaby liberal fanatcs in the North with their whacked out ideas about equality?  Yeah, they were just that, fanatics…crazy people!   They were suffering, the poor souls, from “an aberration of the mind from a defect in reasoning. It is (the fanatic) a species of insanity.” And this insanity, or one of the distinctions of this insanity, was forming conclusions deemed correct with “fancied or erroneous premises.”  Erroneous premise numero uno being that “the negro is equal,” and “entitled to equal privileges and rights with the white man.”

Science says so, basically. And basic logic says so too, since any conclusion drawn from an incorrect or illogical premise is likewise incorrect.  So there.

And he seemed, at least in this speech, to be pretty confident in “the ultimate success of a full recognition of this principle throughout the civilized and enlightened world.” People will eventually come around to white supremacy, he says, in the same way that folks eventually came around to Galileo, Adam Smith, and some guy named Harvey.

To Stevens, this stuff was gospel, and he preaches –  bringing God, Nature, Providence, the whole crew into it.  Not only does science support the subjugation of the African slave and bolster one of the central tenants of their new constitution, but this shit’s in line with the laws of nature.  Anyone who thinks otherwise, or any system that deems otherwise, is in violation to these laws of nature.  Period.

And you know why, in case you were wondering, in case you’re still not convinced, it’s because God said so.  That’s right, God.  All this he says, is “in conformity with the ordinance of the Creator.”  Ordinances, apparently, that we are not to question or inquire into.  Humanity is thus served by accepting God’s law on the matter and founding all principles and institutions on said law. Period to that too.

By this point I’m just exhausted by the whole thing.  He keeps going on about subjugation this, eternal principles that, and being true to ourselves, triumphing over all those nonbelievers, etc., etc, yadda, yadda.  Oh yeah, and the Curse of Canaan, which apparently translates into some guy saw his father or somebody’s father naked and somebody got cursed and the later generations, Canaanites, are all slaves because they deserve it.

And we all know how the story ends.  There was that business with Plessy, and Jim Crow, but then there was Brown, so the good guys win, and nobody thinks like that anymore.

Nobody with power or influence anyways.

Unless you happen to be the head of the National Policy Institute.

Sheezus, the mind reels, and I can’t even go there right now.  But, it seems that, in some circles, not a lot has changed since 1851.

 

 

 

Slime molds should not be compared to Steve Bannon and this is why:

I would like to extend an apology to all slime molds to whom I may have given offense with my acerbic and insensitive comparison to Steve Bannon.  This was wrong.  And I am sorry.

Slime molds deserve to be recognized for their service, their beauty, and their strangeness, all of which are characteristics completely lacking in the caricature of man(un)kind that is Steve Bannon.

Without slime molds and their kin, the world as we know it would cease to function.  The dead would cease to decay, and the refuse of centuries would accumulate.  We’d be up to our ears in dead varmints and old fruits and vegetables.  Our soil would be barren, the diversity of life would come undone.

To this end, slime molds have nothing in common with Banno.

Bannon and his kin are unnatural.  They are refuse.  Death that refuses to decay.  All wrapped up as the alt-right or white nationalists, they portend to have a righteous claim to legitimacy.  Wrong.  They are Twinkies that refuse to rot, empty calories eschewed by decomposers more sensible, that would rather consume shit.  Life springs again from shit.  Not Twinkies. 

Slime molds know better. 

Steven Bannon and the alt-right he empowers are nothing more than reconstituted tribalists fueled by vicious memes and internet anonymity, peddling tripe disguised as intellectual discourse.

I’ll admit, I know little about slime molds.  I actually thought they were are a type of fungi, which I know a little something about, but apparently they’re not.  They’re something different entirely.  Something strange and unique.

And so maybe this is the point I’m looking for – the world thrives on diversity, on the strange and peculiar.  The rich system of bacteria, mycorrhizae, and countless invertebrates is the life of soil.  Otherwise it is dead, useless.  Nothing will grow, nothing will thrive.

Any fight against diversity is a fight against nature.  And nature will always win.   Bannon and the alt-right think they are winning.  They are wrong.