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April 30, 2023
 


Hedging against a non-existent but metaphysically imaginable risk: an evolution 


When must we act?


1) If the risk is be imaginable in theory, then nevertheless it must be substantiated in practice:


"The issue of fact must be 'genuine'. . . . When the moving party has carried its burden . . .  its opponent must do more than simply show that there is some metaphysical doubt as to the material facts."

(March 1986)



2) If the risk is imaginable in theory and minimally substantiated in practice, then nevertheless it shall be taken to be absolutely certain:


"Even if there's just a 1 percent chance of the unimaginable coming true, act as if it's a certainty."



3) If the risk is totally unsubstantiated in practice but even minimally theorizable by the highly imaginative, then nevertheless it must be taken to be absolutely certain, hidden in the most nefarious way, and we all must act accordingly. 


"[The] only purported evidence that these issues had any potential effect . . .  was, quite simply, sheer speculation. . . . failed to present evidence, as opposed to speculation, that any such breach affected the . . . results."  










March 31, 2023
 

 

Can TiR help you?

 


“’Help’?  What's that supposed to mean?  Do you think that we need need your pity?  Your charity?  Your handouts?  What an insult.  Get lost.” 


"Just who do you think you are, asking me that?  You know nothing about me, my needs or my situation.  What do you think qualifies you to help me? To presume to diagnose if I need help or not?  I don't need your intervention.  I don't need anybody to judge my life, least of all the likes of whom you appear to be."


"What exactly motivates you to ask that question?  Guilt?  Condescension?  What a back-handed putdown.  Though you're too smug and self-satisfied to see it, aren't you?"


"So that you can play the savior-hero?  Inevitably at my expense? Forget it."


“So that you can undercut my self-reliance?  My self-pride?  You want to try to make me dependent on you.  You scoundrel.


“Nice try.  What’s your ‘real’ agenda?” 

 

"I've heard that one before.  Your plan is to help yourself - to get close enough to steal whatever resources I might have, then run."


"'Help,' yeah right.  I know humans all too well.  What masquerades with them as so-called altruism is just a disguised form of self-interest, and greed in camouflage.  What's in it for you?"

 

“What’s the hidden price tag?  You’ll assure me beforehand that your help is offered ‘for free.’ Then afterward I bet you’ll send me a billing invoice to demand payment.  I can see those tricks coming a mile away.”


"TiR will help, then turn around and say, 'Now you owe me!  After all TiR did you for you!"  We'd never be rid of you.  So take a hike."


“So that afterwards you can lord it over me and gloat about how I could not have done it without you?  Stay the heck away.”


"I've pushed this boulder 99% of the way up the mountain - alone.  Now you want to swoop in and 'help' me push it up the last few inches?  Then you'll try to take all the credit.  And the rewards. Like the whole accomplishment was in fact entirely yours.  You must think I'm a sucker."


"'Timeō Danaōs et dōna ferentēs,' you know?"


“Not when you ask it like that you can’t.  In fact, if you genuinely wanted to help me, you wouldn’t even have to ask.  You would simply have done it.  The whole question-asking pose is a dead giveaway that you're simply being performative, and signaling.  What a hypocrite!” 


"No one ever asks to help me.  That's just how people are.  So I am very suspicious of why someone would ask to help me now.  In effect you are asking me to drop my guard.  I am wary of everyone.  I have been burned too many times before.  A scalded cat fears cold water.  So have a nice day,  take your 'help,' and please go jump in the lake."


“Thanks but no thanks.  You probably would help wrongly and screw things up for me even worse than they are.”


"Thanks but no thanks.  You might help me successfully.  But if you did, with no strings attached and it was a positive experience, then this would only raise hope in me.  The hope would be the possibility that kind, generous, real, reliable, non-manipulative allies exist.  Inevitably that hope would be dashed, as it always is in this cruel and stupid world.  I would be left even more hurt, miserable and bereft than I already am."


"Let's please not go down that road.  If you helped me, then I'd feel indebted to return the favor, or to thank you by helping you with something in return.  Or you might ask nothing for yourself but suggest that I go give help to some other, third, needier party.  Then I would end up forcing that person to feel indebted to me and to reciprocate. Then I'd in turn feel compelled to respond, and we'd all get further bound up in each others' lives, et cetera, et cetera.  The etiquette of it all would become dizzying.  Something eventually would have to break, I can tell.  Where would it end?" 


"No.  I would rather that each of us continue to carry our burdens separately, in isolation, overwhelm and terror.  Let's stick with the Devil we know."


“Now?  After all this time?  Could you not see that I needed help earlier?  My needs are so obvious that only an idiot could not see them.  Only a liar could claim not to see them by asking a lame question like 'Can TiR help you?'  There is no possible, good faith reason imaginable to me to explain why it took you so long to ask.  Therefore to accept your help now would be like to pretend that you get a free pass on previously being so clueless and oblivious.  What lesson would you learn if I accepted your help?  None.  So don’t bother.”

 

“OK OK.  Yes.  TiR can help me.  But I am not going to say how, when, where, or why I need help, or if I even need help at all on anything.  I might not even know myself.  But If TiR really cared to help, TiR would know what to do regardless.  So maybe this is a test.  If you try to help me and fail to get it right, it will show me how wrong, dishonest and dangerous you were in the first place. I will never forget it or forgive you. I might add you to my list of enemies. I might devote myself to making every moment of your life as miserable as possible. You might worry that I will make you my repository of catharsis for all the betrayals and letdowns that I have suffered in the past.  In a way, you can even see how on some level this would be justified."  


"Still interested in 'helping' me?”

 

 

 

. . . in an age of contagious mistrust and rampant collective paranoia?

 







February 28, 2023
 

 the cure may become the disease



Why has TiR read too many books? 


Perhaps there is a book somewhere out there that TiR can read that can explain why.



Why doesn't TiR ever know when and how it is best to shut up?


Perhaps TiR can learn why by talking / blogging through it.







January 31, 2023
 

 The ruminator's doom loop


TiR hereby briefly posts to apologize for the excessive number of occasions on which TiR previously has posted briefly to apologize for things.


These "things" include the brief apologies already posted for TiR's excessive number of previous apologies.


Unless TiR's apologies have been too brief, simplistic, and few. In which case TiR hereby apologizes for their insufficient length, complexity, and number.



Sorry either way,

TiR









December 31, 2022
 

2022: a year in crappy links

 



TiR clicked on some or all of the following in 2022.


In alphabetical order:

 

 

 

Abdelhalim Hafez’s music, the Nasserist backstory 

 

"Africa suits [Graham] Greene because it is unformed, suggestive of risk and danger and disease; something like a war zone without the shooting. Such is Africa’s power to bewitch the credulous."

Paul Theroux, here

found via here ("Don’t romanticise the global south")

 

 

"After all, seven centuries elapsed between Magna Carta and the bipartisan cooperation of British Conservatives and Laborites." (from the obit of Vera Micheles Dean, here)

 

 

"All those who are curious about this topic should have it on their bookshelves." (on Eric Williams)

 


"an American institution — one that lit up tens of millions of homes each evening around dinnertime" (on “Eyewitness News”)

 

 

an appreciation: Radio Biafra (here and here)

 


"And if the prosperity of European imperialism was built on the massacre of the Paris Communards, America’s rise as a participant and leader in world plunder was built on the unbridled deceit and terror which broke Black Reconstruction in the South." (on Du Bois, 1950)

 

 

"And of course they couldn't imagine the resistant and creative life-forms that might then emerge in this desert." (Bernadette Corporation)

 


"And so we dare envisage our indigent sage surrounded by a kingdom of last year's grandeur: old-model nose straightenders, . . . Alpine sun lamps lacking yodel attachments, . . . radio-phonographico-pianos without Neo-Novo Nevaware buffet-lunch inserts."

from Kenneth Burke's "Waste - the Future of Prosperity," The New Republic 63:815, pg.228 (July 16, 1930)



Appiah on a certain "ubiquitous predigested text" (here)

 


Are you a Eurocentrist?  Take this 4-part test & find out. (spoiler: this fellow passed the test)

 

 

"Artists’ boring sides are sometimes their most characteristic and indispensable." (RH on JLC - + HM)

 

 

"a subtle distillation from that word, stands, in point of relative intensity to it, as attar of roses does to rosewater"

(from Melville’s “The ‘Gees” (1856) mentioned herein)

 

 

birdsong as an orchestra of combined but strategically competitive frequencies -

a discussion and a book - which aren't quite about this

 


Blackness  - in antiquity - considered

 

 

both bohemian and cricket fanatic: one man was able to achieve this

 


Breton on the effect of Apollinaire's interior decorating style on the visitor: "You tack . . . like a sailing ship driven by a strong wind." (here)

 

 

"British officers . . .  walked around with revolvers but presented themselves as being in mortal danger from village women carrying leaves." (here)

 

 

"But the bird? Its most delectable song is merely an arabesque on which we compose our own interior symphony . . . This music is buried in the unsayable. The most surprising accounts of beavers, ants, and bees show us the limit of cultures that have at their agency only paws, antennae, and mandibles."

from Henri Focillon's "In Praise of Hands" (“L’éloge de la main”) (1934)

 


Captain Cook, from hero to zero (here)

 

 

copyright as straight-up colonialist f*ckery (Prof. Larisa Mann)

 

Creolization as our only damned hope (here)

 


culture as nothing more than the synthesis of all its individual members' disagreements

(bouncing off Maydieu, here and here)

 


diving to The Voice of Peace shipwreck (2016) (here)

 

 

do even angels need government? (here)

 

 

"Du Bois does not analyze US history teleologically but rather by scrutinizing the forces on the battlefield." (here)

 

 

falling off the edge of a map called "critique" (Felski, here)

 

 

"Familiarize yourself with every crime. Take them in rotation. . . . Commit two or three crimes every day."

Mark Twain on "the first time I stole a watermelon"

a story mentioned in a footnote to Freud's Civ & Its Discontents

 

 

Foucault as CIA Man, f__ckin' A Man (here)

 

 

Goodbye Westphalia, Hello Raiders

(no not these Raiders)

 

 

"Half ignorant and the other half misinformed, the poor girl sits waiting, or capers freely within decorous limits, to attract possible attention, and silently starves under the impression that it isn't polite to be hungry."

from Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Duty of Surplus Women," Independent and Weekly Review (1905) - almost Martian in weirdness but also all too familiar

 

 

How London changed Walter Rodney

 


how to think like Husserl

 


How Veblen lived "a kind of Bohemianism which is inconsistent with the requirements of life outside Bohemia" (here)

 

 

"I must confess that I started from a tremendous naivety, I had no idea what I was getting into. The bibliography quickly began to pile up." (here)

 


"In a decade and in a city when almost everything had a price and someone almost always paid it" (here)

 


Is Descartes best understood-- by reading poetry? (here)

 

 

is Bruce Nauman's art interesting?  the investigation

 


Italian Opera for the Yiddish-Speaking Masses (Early 20th-C.) (here)

 


"I WAS THE ONE WHO TRANSLATED 'ALL STAR' INTO ARAMAIC AND BACK PLEASE STOP THANKS" (here)

 

 

Jascha Heifetz & Milton Kaye record Arthur Benjamin's "Jamaican Rumba" 

date: October 16, 1944

World Broadcasting Decca Studios, New York City

 

 

American bombing of Salzburg destroys the dome of the city's cathedral and most of a Mozart family home

date: October 16, 1944 (Monday)

 


Jean-Pierre Léaud: "permanently confined in his inner delirium" (here)

 

 

Joseph de Maistre: on the way to wider Anglo name recognition?  tho perhaps with an iffy set (here)

 

 

Josephine Baker vs. the "Mississippi of the West" (here)

 

 

Joseph Tonda and a decolonial step beyond Debord (here)

 

 

“Lacan the Charlatan” 

author Mathews’ method

like that of the film "Citizen Kane"

but pushed even further

- to conjure up a portrait by talking to all of a person's worst enemies

-  to look at how all their opinions average or cancel each other out -  

- then to depict the results

(here)

 


Lacan: the Judaism connection (here)

 

 

Leeds as having been “slapped in the face with grey poison” (Punk Scholars Network, here)

 


lit crit between the wars, demystified (here)

 

 

"Marc Chagall left so quickly that he was unable to lock his studio, leaving a stack of paintings inside which he never saw again." (here)

 

 

Mohamed Mbougar Sarr's book recommendations (here)

 

 

"‘Most of the civil war was fought over the territories of the minorities" - no, not the U.S. civil war (here)

 


"My brain it seems I get my thinkers, twisted double" (from “The Shoo-Fly Regiment,” here)

 

 

"now venerable selfie icons" (on the built Berlin, here)

 


on a “deep-seated and progressive malady in the vitals of the system” (Joan Robinson, here)

 


on a recurring mirage? (here)

 


on Diego Rivera in Detroit, 1932: "How could the viewer accept this as one totality rather than as an arbitrary patchwork of separate narratives?" (here)

 


"Only through the precedent of elders, battle-hardened by many scholarly and public debates, can intellectual genealogies extend in new and different directions." (on Ladurie)

 

 

on "or it won't be at all"

 

 

on reading words, as "an over-learned skill" which humans can no longer "will the process 'off'" (Pinker)

 


On Redu, book capital of Belgium

 


On “Sweet Daddy” Grace: "Grace has given God a vacation, and since He is on vacation, don’t worry about Him." (here)

 

 

on the “new” new Hegel craze

 

 

on the romanticization of "non-Western" legal processes

 


organized religion as working class upward mobility network (here)

 


“pain, rage, sacrifice, and violence” (here)

 

 

"People used to think I was crazy . . .  Now they say I’m not crazy, but there’s nothing can be done about it." (on the post-’68, here)



"Puccini's sense of humor was often of the schoolboy variety." (here)

 


Q: could you come up with a fresh, new reason every day for a year, for why the USA is messed up?

A: Y

Q: what's today's reason?

A: railroad monopoly

(here)

 

"“Sunday morning only became the most segregated time of the week after the Civil War." (here)

 

 

"That vulgar Maxim, worn smooth in fools’ mouths . . .  is a switch cut from that great tree of Arrogance" (the maxim is here)

 


"The conditions . . .  are not just present, they are 'rotten ripe'." (here)



the Crusades as the birth of imperialism (here)

 


The death of the [non-“ranking”] full stop (here)

 


"Their place was in the pockets of spiked leather jackets as much as on the shelves. . . . Unlike France, where people are constantly fighting obstacles, America has a way of destroying everything positively, by giving you an overdose of what you want."

Lotringer on the "Foreign Agents" book series & what it wrought (here)

 


The Merleau-Ponty rediscovery continues (here)

 


“the most successful demonstration of State Socialism to be found up to the time in modern civilization”

what was it?

The answer is unexpected

(here)

 


the pendulum swings on a left politics of mental care (here)

 

"The problem is pre­cisely to explain the impressive degree of class collaboration and social unity in the face of so many internal strains." (here)

 


"these musics were re-imagined as ‘national musics’ by the post-colonial states" (here)

 

 

"The train that was to become McCarthyism had left the station."  From which station did it depart and when?  Maybe from this one, at this time (here)



this is what Tocqueville foresaw to be US democracy's fundamental dilemma: own property or GTFO (here)

 


“This progress is happening because of the noise you folks are making” (while carrying a casket) (here)

 

 

Werbley Finster - "Here Comes Werbley" (1969) (here)

 


What Toni Morrison foresaw about the USA's strain of racial fascism (here)



why boredom?  could it be - always because a mere monologue of some type is happening? (here)

 


why paint a new painting?  as the "exorcism" of your previous painting (here)

 


why Senghor remains enigmatic (here)

 

 

woah is all of what we call "value" really nothing more than "a meme" bruh? (here)

 


"Would 1984 keep its appointment?" (among the questions posed, here)



Zouglou ivoirien: the history in a nutshell (here)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Ah, 2022!

 

At the beginning of the year, we knew . . .                                               

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                . . . so little!

 

In contrast, at the end of the year, we knew . . . .                                               

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                . . . so much less!

 

 


As always, the crappiness ultimately was revealed not to be in the links (many of them were excellent), but in TiRselves.

 

 

 

 

 




November 24, 2022
 

 

Truth visits the Pope



The Pope was at his wits end.  One late November night in Rome, he finally could take it no more.  He broke down in tears of rage, confusion and despair.

Shaking his fist at the empty heavens, he screamed.

"Enough!  I quit!  It's all been a farce!  Now I see!"

"Prayer, ritual, feast days?  All worthless strategies for denial, fictions piled atop hypocrisy and fraud!" 

"Art, literature, science, culture, and every product of the human species?  Falsehoods!"

"Ethics, good works, and social justice?  Illusions!  Cruel jokes that have only made the misery worse!"

"The whole of human history?  All useless lies!" 

"Religion and faith itself?  Nil, nil!  The most destructive deceptions ever wrought by a heartless universe!  Everything is delusion!  Lies!"

He howled into the void of the basilica's dome. 

"God, Allah, Hashem, The Buddha, Bhagavan, Universe, Eternal Life Force - anyone, anything up there, anywhere!  Show me something that's true!  Anything! Some rock on which to rebuild my will to go on for another day, another hour!  Not even a rock -- a pebble!  Even a grain of sand!  Just one proposition that cannot be denied!  Merely one!  Any one!"

He paused.  The echoes faded.  Silence.

"Just one true statement!  Anything!  I beg you!"

Silence.

The Pope seized his Bible.  

"Even this book!  The so-called veritas!  More lies!  The biggest lies of all!  I defy you: Show me one thing in it that is true!  That cannot be refuted, in this entire book!  On the contrary, I refute it - thus!"

With both hands, the Bishop of Rome threw the tome skyward, high into the dome of basilica.  The book's covers flew open.  Its pages fluttered like the feathers of a bird in panic.

With unbelievable swiftness, the Pope whipped out a shotgun from behind the Chair of Saint Peter.  Like an expert skeet shooter, through his tears, the Pope drew a bead on the holy book.

"Just one true statement!"

At that instant, a random page faced downward over the Pope.  The familiar lines of Psalm 136 hovered above him for an immeasurably brief hiatus.

2  O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy endureth for ever.

3  O give thanks to the Lord of lords: for his mercy endureth for ever.

. . . 

17  To him which smote great kings: for his mercy endureth for ever:

18  And slew famous kings: for his mercy endureth for ever . . . 

At that instant, the trigger pulled back. Like a clay pigeon, the holy book exploded into fragments of leather binding and a thousand bits of paper.

Psalm 136 was blasted into smithereens.  Most of its letters instantly were vaporized or incinerated, struck through by the unerring editorial hand of purest chance.

2  O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy endureth for ever.

3  O give thanks to the Lord of lords: for his mercy endureth for ever.

. . . 

17 To him which smote great kings: for his mercy endureth for ever:

18 And slew famous kings: for his mercy endureth for ever . . . 

Scraps of paper, like confetti, rained and drifted down over the broken pontiff.  He sank to his knees, then doubled over onto all fours, feebly pounding the marble floor with his fist.  He wept.

"Just one true statement!  Just one true statement!" 

Onto the floor of the apse, in front of the Pope, in perfectly ordered rows, fluttered down and settled the surviving, non-deleted fragments and letters of the sacred song. 


The letters were arrayed as follows: 








2 O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy endureth for ever.

 

                           give thanks to the Lord of lords: for his mercy endureth for ever.

. . . 
17 To him which smote great kings: for his mercy endureth for ever:

 

18 And slew famous kings: for his mercy endureth for ever: