so much for audioblogging…

Well, I’ve finally found an Internet cafe, only to discover that the 3 audioblog posts I’ve made — or attempted to make — haven’t gone through. I’m not quite sure why. Ah well.

Anyway, for those keeping score, we arrived safely in the UK last week, after a long, delayed, cramped flight. Virgin Atlantic has lots of bells and whistles on the flight, ie, movies in flight etc., but I’d trade it all for a bit more space on the plane. It was quite uncomfortable. Granted, I am large, even by American standards, but it was pretty ridiculous.

The Marillion Weekend was fabulous, as I expected it to be. The band seems genuinely appreciative of their audience, as well they should be. The music was great, and the vibe was pretty cool as well. We met some cool people as well, new friends, hello to Helen, Ian, Michael, Faith, Franz, John, and anyone else who happens to read this.

One phenomenon I tried to audioblog but didn’t work: in addition to the Marillion festivities, there was also a country and music convention happening at Butlins. Now, there are many reasons to leave the US, and escaping country music is certainly one of them. But at one point, I walked into the pavilion only to discover two gentlemen (or ‘two blokes’ as they say here) on stage, dressed in cowboy hats and bad flourescent vests, looking like Howdy Doody on acid, singing along with their acoustic guitars to canned backing tracks, some really cheesy country music with bad English accents. Now, no one should sing country music, least of all the English. And there were dozens of people dressed the same way line dancing. This is yet more evidence proving the theory that rednecks are everywhere.

Now we’re in Bath, and we’ll be here for another 2 days. Tomorrow it looks like we’ll travel to Glastonbury, which will be another highlight for my trip. Then we’re off to London to visit a friend, after which we’ll train up to Scotland. After Scotland, it looks like we’ll come back to Cornwall for a few days to stay with some new friends we met at the Marillion convention. They are a great couple, and they have 2 kids right around my daughter’s age. One cannot pass up an opportunity to make good friends, and my daughter (what a trooper — bless her) is holding up great and could really use the opportunity to bond with some other kid friends.

Anyway, the clock here is ticking, so I’ll sign off. Not sure why the audio posts didn’t work. I’ll have to investigate, but not when I’m paying by the minute.

As one says when in the UK, cheers mate!

health, diet, and exercise

Thanks to a friend’s LJ, I came across a brilliant site for weight training. Stumptuous.com Women’s weight training contains a ton of useful information. And it’s not just for the chixx and grrls; the information contained there is useful for anyone who wants to embark on a sane weighttraining regimen.

But even more intriguing to me is the shovelglove and the No S Diet. Both of these were created by the same guy, designed to be simple and effective lifestyle-changing methodologies.

The shovelglove is simple form of weightlifting:

Take a sledgehammer and wrap an old sweater around it. This is your “shovelglove.” Every week day morning, set a timer for 14 minutes. Use the shovelglove to perform shoveling, butter churning, and wood chopping motions until the timer goes off. Stop. Rest on weekends and holidays.

The idea is to work your muscles using useful human-oriented work tasks. The sledgehammer becomes your weight. Very intriguing. I like the simplistic philosophy, for example, his rationale for choosing 14 minutes:

You guessed it, 14 is a significant number. Why? Because it’s one minute less than the smallest unit of schedulistically significant time. No calendar has a finer granularity than 15 minutes. No one ever has a meeting that starts at 5 or 10 or 14 minutes before or after the hour. You have no excuse not to do this. Time-wise, it doesn’t even register.

Yet it is just long enough to give some aerobic benefit. Yes, half an hour would be better. An hour would be even better. But guess what? You won’t do it. You might do it for 3 weeks, or maybe even 3 months, but you’ll start to resent it and you’ll quit. Do it for 14 minutes and you’ll do it for a lifetime.

Very interesting. I like the way this guy thinks.

The No S diet is and equally compelling model of elegant simplicity:

There are just three rules and one exception:

  • No Snacks
  • No Sweets
  • No Seconds

Except (sometimes) on days that start with ‘s’

That’s it.

Too simple for you? Simple is why it works.

OK. A few days before I leave for a vacation is hardly a good time to begin a new diet/exercise regimen. But this system resonated with my consciousness in a way that few things ever have.

I’ve really been enjoying going back to the gym lately, but knew that the time to supplement that activity was anon. I think I will try to incorporate both of these into my life, in addition to the workouts I’m doing (on average of 2x per week), since they are both so simple.

My modified diet over the past several weeks has been ‘no food after 9pm,’ and it’s been working nicely. The main objective there is/was to get my late-night eating under control. But for a week or two now, I’ve been compelled to modify my diet strategy, and the no-s diet seems right on the money for me.

Incidentally, there is a 3rd component to his system, which is walking an hour a day. This is another important component, one that I would very much like to include, especially now that clearer weather is on the horizon.

Anyway, who knows. Lots of food for thought. I don’t want to make a commitment just yet, but I really feel compelled to give this system a try.

Now, to do some sledgehammer pricing….

I’ve been stupid busy lately, but then I seem to be saying this a lot.

I’m trying to finish up a volunteer typesetting gig before we head out to the UK. I’m also trying to get the Freakwitch recording project into a certain state of being before we leave, so that Matt can record vocal tracks while I’m gone.

Not much to say lately; my political work has mostly been in typesetting these few weeks. I should have more to say from the UK, though blogging may continue to be light until I return.

Audioblogging in the UK?

My family and I are going on a trip to the UK, leaving next week. This new audioblogging feature will be useful to me while I’m there. I had thought about taking my laptop with me. But we’ll be backpacking so I don’t want to be encumbered with it. So instead, I’ll be armed with my digital camera, a small hardbound journal and a pen, and a phone number for the audioblogger. So during the trip, I’ll be able to make the audio posts from a phone. Then, when I get online (either back at home or from an Internet Cafe or something) I can add my written thoughts from my journal after-the-fact. And of course I’ll have a photo gallery online when we return.

I’m definitely looking forward to this trip.

History of the Witch Hunts

I’ve mentioned Silvia Federici’s Caliban and the Witch in this space before. Well, I was reading it, put it down several weeks ago, and got distracted. I just recently picked it up again, and got to some very meaty analysis on the origins and effects of the Great Witch-Hunt in Europe. From the text:

In this “century of geniuses” — Bacon, Kepler, Galileo, Shakespeare, Pascal, Descartes — a century that saw the triumph of the Copernican Revolution, the birth of modern science, and the development of philosophical and scientific rationalism, witchcraft became one of the favorite subjects of debate for the European cultural elites. Judges, lawyers, statesmen, philosophers, scientists, theologians all became preoccupied with the “problem,” wrote pamphlets and demonologies, agreed that this was the most nefarious crime, and called for its punishment.

This is an important historical fact. The ubiquity of “the witch problem,” even among the intelligentsia, indicates deep cultural, social, and political undercurrents. For Federici, this fact indicates that “there can be no doubt … that the witch-hunt was a major political initiative” as opposed to a religious or theological initiative. She does not minimize the role of the church in the witch-hunts, but points out that “at its peak, the secular courts conducted most of the trials, while in the areas where the Inquisition operated (Italy and Spain) the number of executions remained comparatively low.”

In addition, it seems to me that the very division between political power and religious power is a blurry one. I’m not sure this distinction is so easy to make, though Federici’s point about the political nature of the witch hunts is well-taken.

To further illustrate her point that the witch-hunts were more political than religious, Federici writes that

both Catholic and Protestant nations, at war against each other in every other respect, joined arms and shared arguments to persecute witches. Thus, it is no exaggeration to claim that the witch-hunt was the first unifying terrain in the politics of the new European nation-states, the first example, after the schism brought about by the Reformation, of a European unification. For, crossing all boundaries, the witch-hunt spread from France and Italy to Germany, Switzerland, England, Scotland, and Sweden.

It is no accident that this same period in history saw the dawn of capitalism and the brutalities of primitive accumulation and enclosure. The populace had to be controlled, subdued by fear or terror, and shown what it is necessary for them to do in order to survive. Federici concludes that

If we consider the historical context in which the witch-hunt occurred, the gender and class of the accused, and the effects of the persecution, then we must conclude that witch-hunting in Europe was an attack on women’s resistance to the spread of capitalist relations and the power that women had gained by virtue of their sexuality, their control over reproduction, and their ability to heal.

Many people will read this and dismiss it as more propaganda. But the facts are there; untold thousands of people were tortured and murdered, vast tracts of land changed hands in terms of property, and “a new patriarchal order where women’s bodies, their labor, their sexual and reproductive powers were placed under the control of the state and transformed into economic resources.”

Popular control through fear will not be unfamiliar to those of us who pay attention to the rhetoric of the BuShites. Fear and Uncertainty are sowed into the popular consciousness, fear of Things With Scary Names: Witches. Today’s Witches are of course Terrorists. In both cases, precise definitions of what qualifies one as a witch/terrorist are murky and ambiguous. The laws shifted then, as they have today, to make it easier for the authorities to prosecute witches:

That the charges in the trials often referred to events that had occured decades earlier, that witchcraft was made a crimen exceptum, that is, a crime to be investigated by special means, torture included, and it was punishable even in the absence of any proven damage to persons and things — all these factors indicate that the target of the witch-hunt — (as it is often true with political repression in times of intense social change and conflict) — were not socially recognized crimes, but previously accepted practices and groups of individuals that had to be eradicated from the community, through terror and criminalization. In this sense, the charge of witchcraft performed a function similar to that performed by … the charge of “terrorism” in our times. The very vagueness of the charge — the fact that it was impossible to prove it, while at the same time it evoked the maximum of horror — meant that it could be used to punish any form of protest and to generate suspicion even towards the most ordinary aspects of daily life.

So apart from the resonance of that time with our own time, these insights give me a deeper understanding of the political machinations at work in general. It is oversimplistic to say “it’s capitalism’s fault” or “it’s the Church’s fault” or anything else; but there can be no doubt that power relations are at work, and those with power will always move toward attempts to increase power, and attempts of one group to increase power usually means reducing the power of the other group.

One must remember that the Witch Hunts were concurrent with the enclosure movements, where thousands of peasants were displaced from common lands and forced to enter the money economy as wageslaves in the birth of our glorified capitalist economy. It was a violent time; repression was systematic. And in every repressive state, there is an archetype of fear brought into the foreground to blame it all on. People were taught to fear the witches, and even more tragically, people were taught to fear being a witch.

cultural differences

In Maine, I often try to explain to east-coasters (even rural, stratified east-coasters like Mainahs) how different the culture in the midwest is. Many young Mainers haven’t been outside of Maine much. I tell them that, for the most part, they don’t know what they have here. There are subtle, but tangible differences in culture. People seem more grounded here, less caught up in artificial materialism and status. People seem less asleep here.

I was reading an article in my hometown newspaper today that illustrated some of these differences. From the article:

Junk food and smoking habits are hardly limited to Kentucky. Every state in the Coronary Valley [from Ohio/Indiana/Kentucky down to Louisiana] has at least 40 percent of its residents in the same heart risk boat as Kentucky.

But the risk is not equal nationwide. In other states, the population with increased heart risk can be as low as 27 percent.

That means regional and cultural differences must be playing a role.

“It is somewhat of a societal thing. It’s like people accept it as part of life,” said Dr. Steve Steinhubl, a cardiologist with the University of Kentucky.

So given that I was raised in this culture, it can be no surprise that I have health issues in this area that I’ve been struggling for years to overcome. It’s interesting that a culture can arise where it encourages nearly half of its population to slowly kill itself. At worst this is genocide; at best it is nihilism on a mass scale.

car mystique

Q: What’s the difference between a porcupine and a BMW?
A: A porcupine has pricks on the outside.
— a coworker, reacting to an irate caller last night

I was thinking of the mystique of cars today, oddly enough when I was driving to work. Cars have so much mystique that there are even some cars that are named after that particular phenomenon.

While I was driving, a memory surfaced from around the time I had just graduated high school; some friends of mine were all excited about going to the local BMW dealer to check out a new “beamer.” We were all kids; none of us could afford a BMW. I remember two things about that moment. First, my friends had a slightly glazed look in their eyes when they talked about the BMW; this piece of oil-burning machinery produced a sense of awe and wonder not in its inherent ability to burn oil and move from place to place, but rather in its mere existence as a “BMW.” This BMW-ness was almost ineffable to these teenage masculine eyes.

Second, I was almost completely uninterested in going to see these cars. My first job out of high school was as a car stereo/electronics installer; I used to install stereos, alarms, cellphones, and the like (this was back in the day when cellphones had to be installed in cars, or converted to “bag phones”). So even then, some of the romanticism around cars had worn off for me; I was around cars — some of them even nice — every day at work.

But even before that job, I was never as infected with car mystique as so many Americans are. I’m not quite sure why, but it remains the case to this day. My current job entails me talking to people who are just beginning to realize that their car is not functional; so in addition to my basic task of arranging help for people broken down on the side of the road, I almost see myself as a sort of conceptual midwife, bringing forth that realization that they won’t have their vehicle to drive for the time being.

This realization, I believe, is something that increasing numbers of people will have to confront. Oil is becoming more expensive and more scarce; gasoline prices are going up, which in turn will drive up the price of nearly everything else. People will no longer be able to afford to have a car for each driver in the family.

I can’t help but wonder what will happen when using gas-burning vehicles will no longer be a viable option. The reality of adjusting to oil-fuel-less existence will be difficult enough without the fetishization of car mystique in the way.