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In the springtime a middle-aged man’s thoughts often revolve around getting some yard work done.  When the man has a brain as strange as mine, even around-the-house chores can take on more meaning than is really conducive to getting any work done.

For example, every May the yard around my house is strewn with seeds from the five tall maple trees that surround the lot.  If I don’t pick them up while they’re seeds, they sink into the ground and soon become little maple trees.  Lots and lots of little maple trees.  It’s as though a corner lot in Chicago is trying to become a primeval maple forest.

While I’m picking up the seeds (they’re those helicopter-y things that drift kind of gently from the high tree-tops to deposit themselves on the soil without breaking apart. Quite an amazing natural adaptation) I can’t help but notice how much they resemble sperm cells, in form and in function; each is a packet of DNA with a tail to provide mobility.  One thing is looking for a place to grow into a maple tree and the other is looking for a place where it can grow into a mammal.  The sperm swims to an egg.  The seed floats to the soil: its version of a growth-habitat. 

But this is just my mind wandering while I’m doing yard work.  No biologists draw any connection between seeds and semen.  Life is diverse.  Plants and people actually have very little in common other than being living things, beginning as small bits of genetic material that need a place to grow, growing to be a renewed version of their parents, going on to reproduce in kind once they’ve reached maturity.  Um, That’s about it.  Oh, and plants and animals are each made up of cells.  But they’re different kinds of cells.

Other than that, humans have nothing whatsoever in common with the rest of life on earth.  We just happen to be living beings.

Right?

There’s a small photo story about a small adventure I had yesterday while I was picking up maple semen.

I mean SEEDS.

Trouble is, at this time I don’t know how to get photos to show full-size on this page and I’ll have to figure that out before the photo story can be posted here the way I want it to post. Maybe tomorrow…

This will be my Spirituality 101 article.  I have several reasons for not calling it “The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dealing with Emotions”, but that’s approximately what it is.

Step One: have a warped sense of humor so you can identify the absurdities in life and all commentaries about life, especially this one.

Everything that is alive feels.  I know, it’s kind of annoying sometimes and many people–especially male people–would often like to disregard the entire subject of feelings, but they’re standard equipment for living things. The more highly-developed the organism, the more complex the feelings–because feelings are a direct development of sensory equipment.  If you can sense, you will feel.  That’s just how it goes.  I don’t make the rules; I just know that it doesn’t make much sense to try to break some of the rules, this one in particular.  Feelings are part of senses and senses tell you about your surroundings and good information about your surroundings brings a lot of survival benefits that increase along with your skill-level in using your senses and understanding your feelings.

It is actually so simple that it’s kind of difficult to explain.  Lucky for you, you found a blog about feelings and their connection to spirituality that is being written by a plumber.  Religionists, philosophers and psychiatrists make such a big complicated mess of these relatively simple matters that it’s no wonder people don’t understand the subject very well.

The most complicated part involves a rudimentary understanding of a couple of common physical laws: energy is potential to do work; energy changes forms but isn’t really created or destroyed; and living things are natural batteries, energy-wise.

And I’m saying that this has something to do with spirituality?

Yes.  It has everything to do with spirituality, because the crux of spirituality is in your directorship of your own emotional energy: a natural product of your being a highly-developed living thing.  You may have already read a lot of stuff about spirituality that complicates and mystifies the subject.  It is about time a plumber wrote something about what spirituality is underneath all the various fancy paint-jobs.

It’s actually about how you feel and how you manage your feelings.

At the risk of OVER-simplifying, most feelings come down to liking or not liking, with some middle ground for the things that don’t seem to matter.  There’s what you like, what you don’t like and then there’s stuff that you neither like nor dislike, generally because it at least seems to be stuff that doesn’t affect you.

The basic emotional default position is that we like what enhances our lives, we dislike what seems to endanger or discomfort us and we ignore what doesn’t affect us one way or the other.  Some people reset their own emotional preferences to something other than the default, but I can’t really recommend disliking life-enhancing stuff, liking life-threatening stuff or paying much attention to things that aren’t our own business.  Of course your life is yours and you can do whatever you want.  I’m just making my best recommendations here.

These first few simple points might not seem like things that are worth writing or reading about, but there are many people who seem intelligent enough who overlook the obvious.  Obvious stuff is generally obvious for good reasons.

My good reason for beginning with some basic concepts is that the subject spreads out far and wide from the basic points.  The like/don’t like/don’t care line influences just about everything a human life will ever encounter.  The first really significant thing to know is that the like/don’t like/don’t care line in every life is a very personal line and it is always up to each of us to say what we like or don’t like and to recognize what does and what does not affect us personally.

This is the spot in my article where I had to take a step back and look at what I’m trying to say about spirituality. I managed to write as far as this point without running into any major complications, but only because of being able to treat the subject generically. As long as I’m writing about spirituality in general terms, it seems like there’s a chance to say something productive. But it becomes really difficult to talk about spirituality as a generic thing simply because it is–by its very nature–a highly personal thing. Since it’s personal, it becomes something very specific to each individual person and then it’s hard to even think of it in any general terms.

That’s where religion comes in. On its own, spirituality is not about much more than how we each deal with our own feelings. It’s highly personal. But we live among other people. We interact with others. Sometimes we even care about others. For sometimes-better and sometimes-worse reasons, we try to connect with others–sometimes to share what we know about life, sometimes to seek advice, sometimes to compare our own experiences with someone else’s, sometimes (maybe most of the time) to share some support and affection. If I can be allowed to get mathematically allegorical for a moment: Spirituality plus the social urge–the desire to connect with others–are the two components that combine to create religion. At least that’s how it begins. Religion endures because of tradition; because we want to acknowledge the wisdom of those who lived before us and because we want to have some meaningful social rituals for things like marriages, births and deaths.

Here, I’m starting to be very concerned about getting on the wrong track in my writing. I don’t really like making us/we statements as though I have some right to speak for everyone. Some of us want to acknowledge the wisdom of the elders; some don’t.  Some of us want social rituals; some don’t.  These statements could probably contains as many “some“s as I could put into them. Some of the wisdom of the elders is good wisdom and some is just tradition. Some of the people who respect the lessons of the past do so wisely. Some of the people who reject some of the wisdom of some of the elders do so because they wisely see that holding onto some of the ancient wisdom isn’t always the best thing for us to do in every circumstance. There are hardly any “all“s that fit well in this subject.

And it’s a completely sticky, unworkable mess when we let our urge toward absolutes overtake our good sense. Some of us want to say that all of the ancient wisdom about spirituality is all absolutely true and viable for ever and ever amen. Ans then some of us want to say that all the old books should be heaped up into a big pile, doused with gasoline, lit on fire and be thus completely removed from the world.

Now, these two opposing factions of absolutist thinkers make lots of noise by yelling about how wrong the other side is and the actual issue gets lost in the yelling-match. The world actually hosts the lives of many people who are (hold onto your desk) not fundamentalists.  Most people are not fundamentalist religionists OR fundamentalist atheists. Most people just want to get through their day. If only all the fundies would stop this infernal yelling of “All (this that or the other) blah-blah-blah is always blah-blah-blah and always has been and always will be completely, utterly and entirely blah-blah-blah, so help me ___________ (insert name of something the speaker considers sacred)”.

But spirituality isn’t all about the yelling match nor does it become unuseful despite the abuses of the small-minded ideas of other people.

Here, I’ll put it into I statements: I still need to cope with my own feelings. I still need to live my own life, plan my own days, feel secure in my own beliefs, love what I love and be who I am. I can’t let others take away my right to live my life to the best of my ability, no matter how much they try to confuse me with all the yelling.

And so I choose to look at spirituality from as many sides as I can; finding wisdom where I can see wisdom, rejecting foolishness where I see foolishness (okay: sometimes I’m foolish too, but just for fun) and in short claiming my inherent right to live my life as an aware, self-responsible, free-living person unto myself.

To address both of the opposing fundamentalist concerns: if I am intelligently-designed by God, God made me as an individual with an individual mind and an individual set of experiences and feelings–to live as an individual being that thinks for itself. It’s my sacred right and my holy responsibility.

If, on the other hand, it was random chance or Nature or “that indefinable spark” or whatever, the same is still true. However it is that I came to be a living being living in the here-and-now, having come from the long history of my ancestors, being the current link in the great chain of life that connects all the generations of the past with all the generations that I hope will be the life of the future–HOWEVER it happened, I’m a life and a mind and a “spirit” (I’ll explain that word better a little later in this article) unto myself. No matter how I got here, I’m here now and I have to make my own best choices.

Perhaps (if you are willing–like I am–to claim it for yourself) you are also a person who must live your own life.

This is me reaching out to you through some writing.

Do you know why it’s so hard to tell the real, true story? It’s because the real, true story is the story you write through the living of your own day-to-day life. We can only tell small bits of the real, true story.  I can tell MY real true story.  You tell YOURS.

I am foolish enough to hope that the real, true story never has an ending: as long as there is a life to live it, another chapter can be told.

There’s my version of fundamentalism and absolutism: I am fundamentally and absolutely in favor of living.

Elements of Life

Like many people born and raised in the United States, the philosophical frameworks of Christianity are deeply embedded in my consciousness—in my manners, my ethics, my way of living and even in my efforts to escape from their confines.  I no longer think of myself as a Christian even though many of my deepest personal values are based on Christian values (do unto others as you would have them do unto you; killing and stealing are bad; “God” is love, etc.) and even the foundational underpinnings of my awareness of myself as a living being have analogues in Christian thought.

I have spent much of my adult life interacting with people whose personal philosophies have also been affected by a Christian upbringing and I am amazed at the variety of different thought paths that arise from the same (or at least a similar) source.  I hold Catholic Christianity responsible for the inventions of (among other things) vampire mythology (along with other versions of sexual guilt and repression) pop-voodoo (ties in with the ideas of Catholic mysticism and multiplicity of “saints”), “the light” and the concept of man-becomes-God.

I am not quite THAT stuck on Christianity.

But let’s face it: religions derive much of their tenacity from usefulness.  If people didn’t find some utility in their religions, religions wouldn’t survive merely on mythology and tradition.

I am finished with my apology for the seemingly “Christian” nature of the idea I am about to put into words.  My thought is a persistent and useful thought with or without a parallel in Christianity or any other religion.

A human life is a complex system of many parts.  The most primary goal of self development is to have all the many parts of the system work together.  Our best efforts and best results always involve our best commitments to the things we do and a full commitment requires the focused participation of every part of us.

I notice in my own life that it can happen that I can have a thought to do something (I can vaguely wish or desire to do something) but some part of myself doesn’t agree.  Perhaps my body seems to crave foods that my mind thinks are not good for me.  Maybe I have a thought to do a thing that my body can’t really accomplish like jump 20 feet into the air under my own power.  Maybe I have sexual feelings for a person I really don’t want to have sex with.  Some of these inner conflicts can be things that are difficult to talk about.   That’s when things can become difficult, frustrating and mysterious, sometimes leaving me with a sense of “stuckness” and no way to resolve it.

I believe that these are exactly the sorts of circumstances that have led to the great variety of systems of personal growth and development that we see in our world.  I believe that—in the best case—religions are (can be? are intended to be?) systems for facilitating personal growth.  Here I can make a somewhat dangerous blanket statement and have some hope that it can be properly understood: if a religion does not offer a means for the development of healthier, “whole-er”, more actualized people, that religion is an unhealthy waste of energy, time, commitment, etc.  We have as a species shown ourselves time and time again that we are quite capable of making up all sorts of crazy stuff that we can label as “truth” and “the divine” and we are quite capable of wasting our lives by focusing our energy on fictional “God”s.  If there is any reality to God at all—if the idea is to be any sort of a good idea whatsoever—then God has to be good for us as people.

The subject of how we think of God and what our thoughts about God say about us as people is a different subject and not part of the current writing, but I will say this much here: loving people believe in a loving God, while people whose God is a destructive, hateful being are themselves destructive hateful people.  The things that we are willing to believe about God are merely reflections of how we think of the highest and most powerful aspects of ourselves.

We can—if we so choose—easily remain fragmented, scattered beings, never living up to our potential.  It’s easy to choose that.  All you have to do is be willing to give up on yourself.  We can go through our entire lives always experiencing our bodies pulling us in one direction while our minds try to pull in another direction and our emotions vacillate between agreements and disagreements with one or the other.  In short, we can easily choose to be miserable.  We make that choice when we fail to see ourselves as the complex beings we are.

We are our feelings and we are our thoughts and we are our bodies.  I chose the order of that statement at random.  We are bodies, emotions and minds; physical creatures who think and feel; beings of will packaged in physical form and operating through the use of a complex input , calculation, storage and output device: a mind.  We are all three of those, but I am really only categorizing it as three things for the sake of simplicity.  One needs a bit of simplicity when the basic subject is already complex enough.

Body, mind and soul.  Writing it that way feels like the same thing as writing Father Son and Holy Ghost.

Allow me one Christian idea; it’s just a thought framework.  It’s a good workable framework, not exclusive to Christianity.  There are parallel concepts in many philosophies.  For the bets and clearest explanation of what it means, I have decided to use the analogy of a computer system.  I think it’s a good analogy, not because I think that “people are just like computers” or any such silliness.  It’s a good framework because humans created computers to be “thinking machines” and many of the earliest ideas that led to the development of thinking machines had to do with building a machine that would perform complex calculations the way a human mind was understood to perform complex calculations.  We tried our best to make machines that “think” the way we think.  We have not quite accomplished that goal.  The human mind is a dynamic self-developing system in a way that a machine probably cannot be, but still—what we create and how we create it shows a lot about what we are made of.

We started with an idea, but—like any idea—until there was a physical way to actually build something, it was just a thought.  Even though the development of the thinking machine began with an idea, it didn’t really begin until someone built something that would do what the idea wanted done.  It starts with a physical structure—just as we begin our own lives as a physical structure: a body.

A body with an idea behind it.

The body could also be thought of as a collection of smaller parts but for the present purpose—and with holistic health in mind—“body” is a suitable name for its subdivision, but the concept of an idea could be properly broken down into its components: an idea is a collection of thoughts fuelled by the will or desire to create.

I am thinking of the components of a computer system as sharing these categories with a life: computer hardware is to physical body as software or programming is to the mind as…well, the third category gets a bit expansive.  A machine needs power to run it just as a life needs some type of usable energy to support it.

That’s what I get for thinking and writing at the same time: if I had thought before I wrote all that Trinitarian stuff, I’d have realized that it isn’t just a three-part system—it’s at least four.

You see, once a computer has hardware and software, it still needs an operator and work to do.  I wanted to draw an analogy between those things and the “spirit” or “soul” of a living being.  The hardware and software are the physical structure and the “tools” just like a body and a mind are a physical structure and a toolkit and in both cases, a directorship and a purpose are needed before anything happens.

But even before that, you have to power the machine.

Living things get energy from food.  Everything that is food for every living thing on this planet—probably on other planets too, but since I’ve never visited, I can’t speculate—ultimately derives its energy from the light energy that radiates from our nearby star—the sun.

No mystery there.  A planet without a sun is a planet that can’t support life.  We cultivate crops or we gather edible plants or we hunt edible animals for our food.  We don’t use sunlight directly.  Most of the time, we don’t really have to think about the ultimate source of energy.   In any case, we have no control over what the sun does; the sun is beyond our sphere of management (not to insult the wonderful people who work with solar energy– which is quite a beautiful thing in its own right– but isn’t the subject of this article.)

So, we’re back to the three things that ARE within our personal sphere of directorship—in first person to show responsibility—My body+ My mind+ My spirit= My life.

If I am to be the best sort of life I can be—if I am to truly be supportive of myself as a living being—I will not declare any of my parts to be my enemy.  I will not think of my body as my enemy as some repressive religions do; will not imagine that the desires of my body are evil in and of themselves.  I will not accept any “wisdom” that makes the claim that my sexual feelings are wrong or dirty.  My body will feel the things that it naturally feels and I will not try to tell my body that it is wrong for having feelings.  If I try to make my feelings “wrong”, I risk losing my connections to my own senses and I risk losing touch with both the world outside and my own internal world.   What I WILL do is to manage my body and satisfy its requests in the ways that seem proper to me and to my life.

Nor will I claim that my mind is my enemy.  I will allow my mind to think.  That’s its job; that’s what it does.  My job is to manage my mind—to make it think the thoughts I want it to think, to learn the things I want it to learn, to solve the problems I want it to solve.  To manage these things in this way is to make my mind truly my own; I manage my preferences in my programs.

Of course, spirituality is the actual subject here.  The “me” that manages and directs, the “my” in my body and my mind, the “I” that says what I will do is all of me, but it is my spirit in particular.

In keeping with my precedent of not speculating about things I’ve never seen with my own senses, I cannot make any claims about where my spirit has come from nor about whether or not it might outlive my body and mind.  I can only say that my own experience of my spirit is that it is an interdependent component of the system of my life as a whole.  I am not aware of my spirit existing without the rest of my system.  To calculate that equation through my analogy, even if the hardware and software of a computer  completely ceases to be—“dies”—the operator and the work-to-do might still survive, but they will have lost the ability to do any computing.  As far as I know, without my body to support it and my mind to be the operating system, there is no “me”.

The same archaic paradigm that claimed to know that a spirit is immortal also claimed that the only animal that has a spirit is the human being; that “lower” animals have no thoughts, no feelings, none of the qualities that one could reasonably attribute to a living soul.

If that were true, why would dogs dream?

There is scant evidence that ANY creature has a mind at all.  I know I have one because I can hear it thinking, but I can’t hear anyone else’s mind thinking unless they communicate with me.   And that is THE ONLY CREDIBLE EVIDENCE that anything outside of myself has a mind.   In the olden times, before we knew better, people could say that no animal had a mind—because there’s no evidence either for or against the idea; if animals don’t communicate with us, we have no proof that they have any mental capacity.

We know more now than we used to know.  Dreaming is an indication not only of thought, but of the existence of a subconscious mind.  Animals have conscious thoughts that tell them when to eat or when to mate or when to move from one place to another and many animals have the type of storage-capable brains that allow them to learn and remember.  A brain that can contain memories is a brain that has a sub-conscious part.

We are not different IN KIND from other animals; we are different in DEGREE.  We can think to a much higher degree.  We can experience our own feelings in a more manageable way.  We can do physical manipulations and see details to a higher degree than other animals can.  We are animals.  We’re just a little more refined than they are.

IF

If we make use of what we have.

Otherwise, we aren’t really any better than animals at all.

Probably WORSE than some.

As I anticipated, I did get sidetracked in the writing of this article.  I went into a digression about religion, lost the thread of what I meant to say and left the writing project unfinished and un-worked-on for several months.  What I meant to say about religion is that for some people it can provide a good framework for spiritual growth and for others it seems to be an obstacle to spiritual growth.  The main factor that determines whether or not ANY path will be an asset to personal development is in whether or not you do the work yourself.  Your spirit is yours; the care and maintenance and growth of it are a matter of personal responsibility.  Teachers–by whatever name–can provide advice and guidance, but the actual work has to be done by the person who has/is the spirit to be worked upon.

Getting back to the basics…

Logical, linear thought–the kind of thought that can be easily put into words–can get us through a lot of the situations of life, but sometimes–perhaps often–logical thought alone is not enough.  It is at this point when the true value of feeling comes into play.  We sometimes refer to this kind of feeling as intuition.  If the system of the human mind is analogous to a computer system, intuition is an instant search function with or without a specific path name.  Well-developed intuition (which might be better called “feeling your way through something”) can allow us to make important in-the-moment decisions where logic alone would be too slow and cumbersome.

I’ll leave off here for now with intuition as my place-marker, confident that when I come back to write more, I’ll have a productive starting point…some 4300 words into the piece.

But at no point should my article be left without this thought:

When life is lived to its best and fullest, body, mind and spirit all operate as parts of a whole self.  Be a spirit by feeling, be a mind by thinking, be a body by doing.  When feeling, thinking and doing are all in full agreement, life is magic.


Right at this moment, right in front of you there is an information system: your computer. Among the other things that it does, it stores, files and retrieves information. Of course your computer does a lot of different tasks with information and these are just a few of the basics.

Right now, right in front of your computer, there is a living human being looking at a computer screen. This being has a name. It’s YOUR name. You are that living being. And, you are an information system. You gather, store, file and retrieve information. You pass information along to other information systems. You are a system unto yourself, but chances are you participate in at least one (maybe many) larger cultural information system(s). Of course, there’s a lot more that you do with your life and being an information system is just one of the basic things.

Chromosomes, genes, DNA and all of those complicated basic materials of life are basically encoded information carried by physical media. Your genetic material “explains” what your body is made of in such a way that the “you” that is made from this information can be repaired throughout your life when your cells need to be replaced and can be reconstructed into an entirely new information carrier when you reproduce. None of that could happen without your being an information-carrier.

Information is a very important thing. Every living thing is—in a way and among other thing—a system for carrying and using information. I could do a very long and very far-reaching riff on that subject, but I’ll try to stay focused on the task at hand.

Every information system that we see in the world today is the latest, newest, most-improved version representing the current state of the art of information processing. The Internet was built on the foundation of computer technology and telephone technology. Computerized information is built on the basis of a method of encoding information as binary bits, ones and zeroes, ons and offs, “gates” that are open or closed. Telephone communications-systems were built from another pairing of older technologies—sound reproduction and the telegraph system. For those who don’t remember, telegraphs were the first type of speedy electronic communication and the information was encoded as a series of “dots and dashes” or long and short pulses of electrically-produced sound: the Morse Code, which in turn represented letters in the alphabet of a language. These things are all codes built from other codes; multiple layers of encoding that enable information-senders to send complex information further than before, but still with the basic goal of transferring information from one mind (or system) to another.

The medium is in the service of the information. Information is message; medium is method. The medium is just the vehicle that moves the message from place to place, hopefully equal to the task, hopefully not spoiling the message during transfer.

DNA isn’t so different and the similarities are no real surprise. Living beings whose complex genetic information is encoded by series of combinations of relatively simple nucleotides developed communications systems that create complex messages by an encoding that is constructed from very simple parts. The basic bits used to carry information are not complicated, but the complex system of encoding enables these simple bits to carry very complex messages.

We could spend the rest of our natural lives pointing the selective “lens of our attention” at various specific bits of information or at all the glorious variety of applications in the field of information technology. What I hope to do in this article is a reverse zoom away from the specifics so we can see information systems in a more broad, general way and ask ourselves some basic questions about information and the systems that work with information as-a-whole. I don’t want to give you any “final word” as to what information systems are really all about, but I think you’ll enjoy asking the questions and finding the answers for yourself.

That’s what your brain is for. I am not—nor have I ever been—here to tell you what to think, but I believe that most of us could benefit by continually developing our abilities to think more productively. I won’t tell you what to think, but you and I might help one another better learn how to think. Today, I’d like to steer us toward thinking about information and the systems that work with information, knowing that Life is such a system: messages traveling through media.

And so is art. My own favorite art-form is music. Most people like music. I’m not sure how I could relate to a person who doesn’t like music. I’m not sure that would even make sense to me. Even deaf people can enjoy music. You just have to turn it up real loud so they can feel the rhythmic vibrations. That’s why I’m a drummer: I love the vibrations.

Taste in music varies widely: what some people like, some other people can’t stand. And there, my friends, is the perfect starting-point for my discussion of general guidelines for the exchange of information. You could have the best and truest information in the history of the world, but if you can’t find another system that is willing and able to input that information, you won’t be able to make an information transfer. You can’t talk effectively without a listener; it does no good to write if there’s no reader; solo sex is masturbation. Even the best, most powerful radio station is worthless if no one has a radio that receives its signal or if no one is interested in what your station plays.

Information that can’t go anywhere is dead information. Music that no one likes doesn’t get to be art; only noise.

Like many people who are familiar with pop-music culture, I can barely stand to think of Michael Jackson as a likable entertainer any more. He’s weird. He may have molested children. He uses his money to insulate himself from reality. He moved out of the U.S. (IMHO and subject to my own prejudices, the best country in the world) to live in Dubai. He did bizarre things to his face that make him look completely unlike the person he should naturally be—an African American man—and more like what he should not be—an ungracefully-aged white woman.

Sorry if I’m being too mean. Michael Jackson is a member of my generation. He’s about one year older than I am. I’ve never had any plastic surgery. I have not pampered the skin of my face. My nose has been broken (BADLY!!) but still, at the current moment and with all due modesty, I can say unreservedly that I look better than Michael Jackson does. Especially naked. Not that I’ve ever seen him naked, but I’ve seen ME and I can’t imagine that Michael looks as good as I do.

In short, when I looked for a piece of music to use to demonstrate music-as-an-information-system, I did not choose music that I thought everyone could instantly and unprejudicially “like”. I chose a bit of music that I think displays a good usage of information-sense and one that might be a bit of a challenge for a modern person to like, so that a lesson could be taught: can you enjoy music that Michael Jackson made years ago, knowing who he is now? Or does who he is now forever spoil all the value of all the music he ever made? Does one bad apple retroactively spoil the whole bunch? Does one “wrong” word ruin an entire message? Is any information really perfect, or do we often have to look at information where there is useful content surrounded by un-useful content, knowing how to take what we can use and leave the rest behind?

It would be a rare thing indeed for any lengthy piece of information to be flawless and perfect at all points; perhaps beyond rare—perhaps no such long piece of information exists at all. Maybe there is no such thing as “perfectly true” information. But there IS such a thing as useful information, some of which exists side-by-side with less-useful information. You are your own system. You must decide—bit-by-bit—what you can use and what you cannot. But it is doubtful that you could ever completely “take yourself off the information grid” and not use any information at all. Life is made of information. You’re a life. Let’s be reasonable about this. Here, have a look at this fun video. Smile if you can.

This clip, framed in this blog by some of my own writing, is a song by the Jackson Five, framed with some comedy by Bill Cosby and Tommy Smothers as part of a television special made by Motown featuring the Jacksons and called “Goin’ Back to Indiana”. It aired in 1971 when I was 11 or 12 years old, so Michael must have been 12 or 13 at the time. Could you have been as professional an entertainer as he was at 12 years of age?

This clip was posted on You Tube by a user called babyB5. Thanks baby!

The song begins with the sound of an electric guitar played as a percussion instrument, backed by some orchestral strings and a bass-line with piano and an invisible horn section. That sets the harmonic and rhythmic structure of the piece. In information terms, the intro creates the framework in which the rest of the information will be delivered. The rhythm guitar conveys that this is an early 1970’s dance tune. A second guitar comes in, playing a chord-pattern to outline the harmonic/melodic structure of the piece. Within a few seconds, the intro to the song builds a rather complex foundation for itself.

My writing is the most tedious part of this entry. If you already like the song, you don’t need my words to tell you why you like it. If you don’t like the song, there’s little I could say to get you to like it.

Your personal “like/don’t like” line makes the difference in whether any song is music or noise.

TO YOU: the user.

Art/schmart! If you don’t like it, you don’t like it and that’s that.

But know this: the more things you choose to instantly dislike, the fewer your opportunities to acquire new information. You are an agent with relatively free will. You can shut MOST information out if you choose to. Or, conversely, you can take in a bunch of information you don’t need and overtax your own system.

The line is always YOURS to draw.

After a couple of verses sung by the Jackson brothers with Michael singing lead, they drop the strings out of the arrangement, breaking the song back down to its simplest elements: the voices of the five Jackson brothers, plus bass and guitar. This is now a standard device in dance music: the “breakdown” or just “break”. In this clip, it happens at 3:08 on the time-counter.

The break sort of cools things off and lets you know that you can relax. It’s okay. It’s just some “ordinary guys” singing. There are no tricks here. They didn’t use sampling back then, or ProTools or loops or any of the fancy stuff that you find in a professional recording studio nowadays. But people knew that record producers “sweetened” pop music with effects and orchestras. The average music listener had a pretty fair notion that a good producer could make just about any voice sound really cool. The Jacksons had the good sense to include a break so that their fans could hear that it was just them singing and no fancy tricks to make them sound better.

At 3:20, Michael comes back in.

At 3:25, Little Michael Jackson does that amazing thing he does: turns a passionate scream into music, creating a gorgeous vocal note out of unbridled emotion.

I like it.

Through all the multiple layers of media, the message is delivered: you are all that Little Michael Jackson wants, all he needs. What he wants and needs of you is that you dance. And buy his records.

Nothing that the older version of Michael Jackson has done detracts in the slightest from my enjoyment of this song. Such is the power of really well-presented information. I can enjoy this song without ever thinking about getting a nose job; without ever thinking about getting Macaulay Culkin buzzed on Jesus-juice; without retreating from the world to live in Neverland.

However, I am aware that the Michael Jackson that exists today has done some things with the money that his music has earned that I would rather that he had not done and so I will make the personal choice of not giving him any more money. I will enjoy the music of the past-Michael where I can find it for free. You can enjoy this music on this blog page without sending any money anywhere that you don’t want your money to go. Money is another sort of information/media combination that we all want to keep under our own supervision.

In more concise terminology, what I’m pointing out is that it has taken quite a long, complex chain of media transfers for you to hear this music in this blog. The media has taken a circuitous and convoluted path, but the message is still there.

In case you were wondering, yes they were “lip synching”—pretending to sing in front of the cameras for this video, but the music that you hear in the video was actually recorded in a studio and is the version of the song that went on the record they sold. In other live versions of this song, Michael doesn’t hit the scream nearly as well (see the Jackson Five on the Ed Sullivan Show
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Enjoying music—maybe USING information in general—seems to be less of a personal risk than making music. Reading is less risky than writing. Being an art-lover is not as dangerous as being an artist. Being a producer of information is quite a lot more difficult and dangerous than being a user of information.

And here I still am—still trying despite the risks.

What do I want and need of you? Why am I writing this and trying to get you to read it? I want and need for you to use your mind when you look at information, to make intelligent choices about how you use information, to try to understand what it’s for and why it has come to you. I want and need to be a good information system belonging to a larger community of information systems. The efficacy of the system of which I am a part directly affects my own efficacy as an information system unto myself. I see you and I as in this together. You, on the other hand, can choose to include me in your cultural information system or not.

You could be wondering by now what it is about a Jackson Five song that I find to be a good device for saying something about information in general. As well you should, my curious friend.

Art is—in general—a type of information-sharing. The information that you keep inside your head and don’t share with anyone is different from the type of information that you can share with others. Your private, “secret” information—the stuff that you don’t tell—doesn’t need a sharable format. If you don’t plan to share it, you don’t need to have a way to share it.

But transferable information does have to have a way that it can be shared. This type of information—which includes all art, all language, all communication of all kinds and all living genetic material—must be formatted in such a way that it can be transferred from one “information container” to another. In this way, each of us—information containers unto ourselves—can take part in a larger information system: a society or a culture.

The Jackson Five were part of a musical culture, in particular a dance music culture. They could send their information (their songs) into their culture by using a series of culturally-established media formatted in such a way as to get the information where they wanted it to go. One of those was the medium of a dance-beat, used as a carrier for the information of the song, recorded onto tape (another medium), released into a marketplace (medium 3) and supported by radio air-play (yet another medium) where it could connect with its intended recipient: people who like dance music.

When you approach any sort of information, it can be enlightening to think about it through this kind of thought-train, asking yourself what it is founded upon, what its basis is, how it got to you, what purpose it might serve and so on. This approach might seem overly-complicated, but if you make a habit of it, most of the time you can work your way through some very complex interactions of message and media in just a few moments and make information much more usable for yourself. This can be a very productive method for looking at information that you don’t immediately understand. The first questions are always “what purpose is this information serving in my life?” and “is this information complete or has it been compromised by its medium?”

You’ll have your own feelings about dance music, but I have to tell you one thing about it before I let go of your attention: dance music of any type is not complete unto itself. If you don’t dance to it, the message is utterly lost. It’s there to move your body and it doesn’t really become music until your body moves with it.

This song by the Jackson Five is part of the historical foundations of the dance music you hear today. I can tell you what it is and where it comes from, but liking or not liking is your own choice.

If that tape counter had been allowed to continue running, the number would have gotten to about 17,870,400 or so before the next major thing happened to the song “I Want You Back”. That’s the number of minutes in 34 years; the time between the Jackson’s TV special and this clip of K T Tunstall performing the same song. Here’s your challenge: find anything about the first version of the song that you wish to dislike–the studio trickery of mass-market music, the very presence of the “king of pop”, the song being too old–dislike anything you want to dislike–and see if this doesn’t charm you:

Ms. Tunstall has some major talent on many levels. She uses some electronics to create and replay loops of her own playing, setting the whole song up live as she’s performing–she’s her own band. Then there’s the courage to even attempt that. Her voice–like the rest of her presentation–is completely honest. But above all the rest of the talent she showed here, she took a song that some people might have a hard time liking and she HEALED the music; she took it out of a disagreeable context and brought it into her own context where it could be appreciated as a nice song. Thank you K T!

It has taken me over a year of blogging to develop enough confidence to tell you that I feel that I have a right (and a responsibility to go with it) to write about anything whatsoever that I should want to write about. This is it. LOL! This is what I actually WANT to write about! On purpose! With or without anyone’s approval! But I do write to be read.

Sure, I try to put information in my writing, but I also try to keep entertainment in it. Those two components work together in a mutually-supporting, synergistic way. I try not to let either over-balance the other. If it was all dry information, you probably wouldn’t read it and if it was all mindless entertainment, you might read it and enjoy it, but it wouldn’t mean anything. I write infotainment because that’s how I choose to package my message in a medium.

What I honestly, really want is to say something useful about communication—about the movement of information, how important it is to our world, to our lives as living beings with information (in the bigger sense) as a major part of who we are.

The thing that I want to say is that it takes an aware mind to properly control the flow of information in and out of the system it is in charge of.

You are in charge of your life. You control what you take in, what you keep, what you use, what you modify and build-upon, what you throw away and what you pass along—mostly just according to the whims of what you like. Some people have more erudite ways to explain it, but most people make decisions about what “information” they will and won’t view or accept based purely on what they do or don’t like. The right amount of disliking can be good for you, but too much disliking can keep you away from information that could be valuable to you. The right amount of liking can open the world for you and too much can expose you to unnecessary danger. You are the awareness that controls the balance in your own life. Be in charge of yourself and live well.

See? I could cuss like a truck-driver if I wanted and needed to. I can say anything I want to say and the only time I really have to use “bad” words is when I write a piece about bad words.

In truth, there are no bad words. Words only become bad when they’re used with bad intent. The words are media. The message is the intent.

I only know what I read in the papers, so long as you understand that by “the papers” I mean actual news items reported in actual newspapers and the online equivalents thereof and the rumors and rants associated with those along with other “information” produced solely by my own somewhat under-informed, egomaniacal, paranoid imagination.

Along with The Onion, I am a self-proclaimed finest source of America’s news. On occasion my views are loosely based on “real” news, provided that your definition of “real” is sufficiently loose.

There would be little or no value in my mere re-reporting of news stories. The published sources are already there for your perusal. If there is anything at all that I am able to add to the news I’ve read, it is only in showing how the stories have interacted with other stories while they have resided neighbor-like within my spike-haired cranium.

Two stories juxtaposed one another this week in just that manner, both published in the November 13 issue of the Chicago Tribune; a day when I happened to forego my usual eschewal of news-on-paper. I normally dislike the large-scale wastage of paper products that includes newspapers and junk mail, but this past Tuesday happened to be the one day this year when I actually set aside my worries about deforestation and global warming to look at a newspaper.

But seriously…it’s just me: Bob. I used some pseudo-erudite terminology in the opening paragraphs just for a bit of fun word-yoga. Those important-sounding phases can be fun! Online equivalents thereof! Egomaniacal! Juxtaposed perusals! LOL! I’ll stop with the silly words already. Please ROyourF,L-ing yourAO. Spell check is telling me to STFU.

In fact, it was a couple of newspaper stories about internet subjects that caught my eye in much the same way that a story told by a horse trainer about auto makers would pique your interest by its irony—intentional or not. The Web is—after all—replacing the newspaper as a means of mass communication just as electric light replaced gas light which replaced the kerosene lamps that were brighter than the candlelight which was an improvement over the torchlight which was better than sitting in the dark. Nowadays the darkness is shooed away by the light of a computer monitor and you can see your news on the glowing screen without turning any other lights on. Ah, progress!

The world of civilized humanity has for many centuries been deeply involved with the movements of pieces of paper. We are not quite yet finished with the era of paper. Paper comes from trees. Please let me know if I’m going too fast for you.

Trees are not the unlimited resource we once thought they were. These pieces of trees, with the earth-sustaining respirations of their lives removed and replaced by the ink that encodes our presumedly more important information—information more important to us than the sacrificed lives of our planet-mates—is often moved from one place to another in trucks. Trucks run on petroleum fuel. Petroleum comes from the remains of prehistoric organic life and it has to cook underground for a really long time before it turns into the delicious treat that trucks love. Trees are at least a renewable resource. Ancient organic matter isn’t.

The world of civilized humanity has for many years been “addicted to” paper and gasoline.

Do not store paper products near gasoline. If you don’t absolutely have to, don’t store either.

If you think of the combined effects of the shortages of trees and of petroleum and the pollutants in our atmosphere caused by the burning of both of these commodities—more carbon in the air and fewer living trees to breathe the carbon into oxygen—you can easily see just how dangerous it is to use these products at all. It is time to end the era of paper and gasoline.

If we do that, eat healthy, get enough exercise and enough rest, avoid stressful and hazardous situations and find a cure for time, we’ll live forever! Or at least until the sun explodes. Who’s in?

Fine. It all sounds easier than it actually is, but you can’t blame a guy for trying, right?

Chicago Tribune headline: Illegal abroad, hate Web sites thrive here

1st Amendment lets fringe groups use U.S. sites to spread their message around the world

Tribune staff reporter Russell Working wrote an article about it. You can read it online by clicking here

The commentary on the story on THIS page is mine.

Hate is nothing new. Hate has plagued humanity for as long as humanity has plagued the earth. Racial hate is nothing new. To hate because of race is merely one variety—perhaps the most common variety—of the most insidious weed in humanity’s garden of selfish feelings.

I’ve said numerous times and in many different ways that I am not a racist. I would hope that anyone who cares to look could find the proof of that in my life. I am not a racist, by which I mean that I do not discriminate against (or FOR) people on the basis of race. I am making this an “I” statement to show that I am taking full responsibility for my own sentiments. I am not a racist, but I notice race and I have feelings about it. I choose not to act socially upon some of those feelings.

I could have been a racist. Bigotry was the prevailing opinion in the neighborhood I grew up in. If not for seeing myself as a free mind with the option of going against the majority opinion, I’d have succumbed to the social pressure and turned out quite differently than I have. Openness and social responsibility are two of the main tools I have used to keep myself from acting like a racist. I’m telling you—as I often do—too much about myself when I say that I could have been a racist. I am opening myself to the harsh criticisms that I would deserve if I were to act upon my racist feelings.

Openness brings me to honesty and honesty brings me to social awareness and this is my path away from being a prisoner of my own prejudices and those of the world I live in. I made a choice to go against what I saw as the social norm. I feel good about my choice. I re-visit and re-confirm my choice regularly.

Many people have some racist sentiments, but many people feel that they must hide these feelings. In most cases expressing these feelings is either illegal or at least socially inappropriate, which means that we can have feelings but can’t express them even simply “as feelings”. I believe that when feelings are totally suppressed, they fester within a person’s subconscious mind and can become very difficult to cope with, while the simple expressing of feelings lets us get them out without acting upon them. Suppressed feeling can become dangerous feelings in the same way that a hidden enemy is more dangerous than a visible enemy. Criminalizing hate speech makes hate invisible, but doesn’t make it go away.

The people in other countries probably wonder why the U.S. continues to maintain the rights of its citizens to speak their minds, allowing them to say things that the U.S. as a political entity does not agree with. This is because the United States is not yet a dictatorship. In principle at least, the U.S. is governed by its people and the free expression of ideas—agreeable or not—is essential to that process. Free speech is not easy and is sometimes quite a bit less-than-beautiful, but it is an essential component of a society governed by its people.

So—even though I personally hate everything that Nazis and fascists stand for—I fully support the right of Nazis and fascists to say what they think. Even though I hate any group that has hate as its founding principle, I support the right of American hate groups to be who they are and say what they want to say, to assemble peaceably and to participate in the democratic process.

I am dealing with the hate in my world by refusing to hate haters. Convoluted? Very much so. But it’s the lesser evil.

I will repeat my main point: a hidden enemy is much more dangerous than a visible enemy. And the most dangerous enemy of all is the one that lives inside me. I will do my best not to be at odds with my own feelings. That begins with an open honesty.

I say what I think. You can like me or not like me, but I will insist that you make your choice honestly. First, you will know who I am; then you can choose to like me or not. I encourage you to do the same so that when someone likes you, they can like the Real You, not some artificial, politically-correct version of you.

As I see it, we are discussing nothing less than the very essence of being a complete human: the inherent right and responsibility to make any choice whatsoever—for good or ill. That—in all its breathtaking beauty and abject terror is what it is to be a person: the sometimes unsettling right to one’s own mind. It gets easier with practice and without practice it withers and dies.

Holocaust denial is a crime in some European countries. Why stop there? If we are going to make denial a crime, why not make all varieties of denial criminal? These are of course thought-crimes. Do these countries imprison people for attempting to revise history? They might need to build bigger prisons.

In an unrelated story in the same issue of the Tribune, staff reporter Patrick T. Reardon interviews Derek Gordon, vice president for marketing for San Francisco-based Technorati in an email exchange on the subject of blogs.

Gordon estimates that his search engine tracks some 109.2 million blogs. Gordon does the math: he takes the current population of the earth (6.6 billion) and divides it by the number of blogs tracked by Technorati to find that there is currently one blog for every 151 people living on earth and one for every 23 people with internet access.

They speculate about whether there will soon be more blogs than humans. Gordon says that it is reasonable to expect that the number of blogs will soon outnumber the people with internet access since many people post multiple blogs. Gordon says that “most blogs are only marginally active (that is, about one blog post a month) and most are used for personal journaling purposes.”

Reardon goes on to ask if Gordon has any idea how many of the 109.2 million blogs his firm tracks get no hits in the course of a year. Gordon estimates that 99% of those 109 million blogs exist in a state of total or near-total obscurity.

I get an average of about one comment per day: many days it’s zero comments and other days there are a few, but over the course of a year, I’d say it averages to about one-a-day.
Sometimes that seems like it isn’t worth the trouble of writing, even though it’s much better than “total obscurity.”

I reach deep. I confront my own fears, show my own weaknesses, wonder about the limits of my own knowledge of the world and of myself and I try to write about something real. It isn’t easy work. Sometimes I’m pushing myself to be quite a bit more open than is really good for me, feeling as though what I’m saying is more than I can cope with, but feeling at the same time that I have to do it because I don’t want to feel alone in the world and feeling that I need to reach out to others who also might feel alone. I write to be real and to send some sort of genuine compassion out into this vast cyber-scape of people who may or may not be experiencing the same things I experience. I write to interact, to feel like I’m part of a society.

I’m one in 109.2 million. I understand if you don’t always find time to visit.

When you DO, please leave a note.