Friday, October 14, 2011

EARTH ~
(as the crow flies)







In Paul Theroux's new and plucky book on travel, The Tao of Travel (actually), he shares countless episodes and passages from travel books down the ages. One of my favorite chapters in the book deals with walkers, and the book would be remiss if it had missed this slender book by Werner Herzog. All of the Theroux book, as the Herzog, reads with the saunter of a well prepared long walk, in fact a hike, if it comes to that. The Tao of Travel is leatherly bound with a substantial bookmark built into the text. The book gives one full page to Herzog and here it is :



WERNER HERZOG: WALKING ON FOOT IS A VIRTUE


On his deathbed, "Bruce summoned Herzog because he thought the director had healing powers,: Nicholas Shakespeare wrote in his biography
Bruce Chatwin. "When they first met in Melbourne in 1984. . .their talks had begun with a discussion on the restorative powers of walking. 'He had an almost immediate rapport with me,' says Herzog, 'when I explained to him that tourism is a mortal sin, but walking on foot is a virtue, and that whatever went wrong and makes our civilization something doomed is the departure from the nomadic life.'"

Herzog's belief in
solvitur ambulando is unshakable. In an interview he said, "I personally would rather do the existentially essential things in life on foot. If you live in England and your girlfriend is in Sicily, and it is clear you want to marry her, then you should walk to Sicily to propose. For these things travel by car or aeroplane is not the right thing."

And he walked the walk. In 1974, hearing that the German film director Lotte Eisner was dying in Paris, Herzog decided to walk the five hundred miles there from Munich, "believing that she would stay alive if I came on foot." He added, as passionate walkers often do, "Besides, I wanted to be alone with myself." He was thirty-two. It was the winter of 1974. He described the journey in
Of Walking In Ice (1980).

Herzog traveled almost as a mendicant. He rarely stayed in hotels, preferring to break into unoccupied houses and sleep in them, or sneak into barns and sleep in haystacks. He was frequently taken to be a tramp or an outlaw — he was indeed a trespasser, but that too is often the role of a walker. He was sent away from inns and restaurants for his sinister appearance.

His route was as the crow flies ("a direct imaginary line"), taking him through cities and slums and garbage dumps and past motorways; this is anything but pastoral, and yet his mood is reflective. His prose is cinematic, composed of heaped-up images, like a long panning shot of a young man trudging through snow and rain, across bleak landscapes, never making a friend, never ingratiating himself. His legs ache, his feet are so blistered and sorer he limps. He writes, "Why is walking so full of woe?"

He records his dreams, he recalls his past, his childhood, and his prose becomes more and more hallucinatory. Nearer Paris, where he will find that Lotte Eisner has not died, he is strengthened by the sight of a rainbow: "A rainbow before me all at once fills me with the greatest confidence. What a sign it is, over and in front of he who walks. Everyone should Walk."










Of Walking In Ice: Tanam (1980)
The Tao of Travel: Houghton Mifflin 2011




Thursday, October 13, 2011

KNOWING ~





LOG OUTIt knows

• The Googlisation of Everything (and Why We Should Worry) by Siva Vaidhyanathan
California, 265 pp, £18.95, March 2011, ISBN 978 0 520 25882 2

• 
In the Plex: How Google Thinks, Works and Shapes Our Lives by Steven Levy
Simon and Schuster, 424 pp, £18.99, May 2011, ISBN 978 1 4165 9658 5

• 
I’m Feeling Lucky: The Confessions of Google Employee Number 59 by Douglas Edwards
Allen Lane, 416 pp, £20.00, July 2011, ISBN 978 1 84614 512 4


This spring, the billionaire Eric Schmidt announced that there were only four really significant technology companies: Apple, Amazon, Facebook and Google, the company he had until recently been running. People believed him. What distinguished his new ‘gang of four’ from the generation it had superseded – companies like Intel, Microsoft, Dell and Cisco, which mostly exist to sell gizmos and gadgets and innumerable hours of expensive support services to corporate clients – was that the newcomers sold their products and services to ordinary people. Since there are more ordinary people in the world than there are businesses, and since there’s nothing that ordinary people don’t want or need, or can’t be persuaded they want or need when it flashes up alluringly on their screens, the money to be made from them is virtually limitless. Together, Schmidt’s four companies are worth more than half a trillion dollars. The technology sector isn’t as big as, say, oil, but it’s growing, as more and more traditional industries – advertising, travel, real estate, used cars, new cars, porn, television, film, music, publishing, news – are subsumed into the digital economy. Schmidt, who as the ex-CEO of a multibillion-dollar corporation had learned to take the long view, warned that not all four of his disruptive gang could survive. So – as they all converge from their various beginnings to compete in the same area, the place usually referred to as ‘the cloud’, a place where everything that matters is online – the question is: who will be the first to blink?

If the company that falters is Google, it won’t be because it didn’t see the future coming. Of Schmidt’s four technology juggernauts, Google has always been the most ambitious, and the most committed to getting everything possible onto the internet, its mission being ‘to organise the world’s information and make it universally accessible and useful’. Its ubiquitous search box has changed the way information can be got at to such an extent that ten years after most people first learned of its existence you wouldn’t think of trying to find out anything without typing it into Google first. Searching on Google is automatic, a reflex, just part of what we do. But an insufficiently thought-about fact is that in order to organise the world’s information Google first has to get hold of the stuff. And in the long run ‘the world’s information’ means much more than anyone would ever have imagined it could. It means, of course, the totality of the information contained on the World Wide Web, or the contents of more than a trillion webpages (it was a trillion at the last count, in 2008; now, such a number would be meaningless). But that much goes without saying, since indexing and ranking webpages is where Google began when it got going as a research project at Stanford in 1996, just five years after the web itself was invented. It means – or would mean, if lawyers let Google have its way – the complete contents of every one of the more than 33 million books in the Library of Congress or, if you include slightly varying editions and pamphlets and other ephemera, the contents of the approximately 129,864,880 books published in every recorded language since printing was invented. It means every video uploaded to the public internet, a quantity – if you take the Google-owned YouTube alone – that is increasing at the rate of nearly an hour of video every second.

It means the location of businesses, religious institutions, schools, libraries, community centres and hospitals worldwide – a global Yellow Pages. It means the inventories of shops, the archives of newspapers, the minute by minute performance of the stock market. It means, or will mean, if Google keeps going, the exact look of every street corner and roadside on the planet, photographed in high resolution and kept as up to date as possible: the logic, if not yet the practice, of Google Street View, means that city streets should be under ever more regular photographic surveillance, since the fresher and more complete the imagery the more useful people will find it, and the more they will therefore use it.[1] If it doesn’t already have a piece of data, you can be sure that Google is pursuing a way of getting it, of gathering and sorting every kind of public information there is.

But all this is just the stuff that Google makes publicly searchable, or ‘universally accessible’. It’s only a small fraction of the information it actually possesses. I know that Google knows, because I’ve looked it up, that on 30 April 2011 at 4.33 p.m. I was at Willesden Junction station, travelling west. It knows where I was, as it knows where I am now, because like many millions of others I have an Android-powered smartphone with Google’s location service turned on. If you use the full range of its products, Google knows the identity of everyone you communicate with by email, instant messaging and phone, with a master list – accessible only by you, and by Google – of the people you contact most. If you use its products, Google knows the content of your emails and voicemail messages (a feature of Google Voice is that it transcribes messages and emails them to you, storing the text on Google servers indefinitely). If you find Google products compelling – and their promise of access-anywhere, conflagration and laptop-theft-proof document creation makes them quite compelling – Google knows the content of every document you write or spreadsheet you fiddle or presentation you construct. If as many Google-enabled robotic devices get installed as Google hopes, Google may soon know the contents of your fridge, your heart rate when you’re exercising, the weather outside your front door, the pattern of electricity use in your home.

Google knows or has sought to know, and may increasingly seek to know, your credit card numbers, your purchasing history, your date of birth, your medical history, your reading habits, your taste in music, your interest or otherwise (thanks to your searching habits) in the First Intifada or the career of Audrey Hepburn or flights to Mexico or interest-free loans, or whatever you idly speculate about at 3.45 on a Wednesday afternoon. Here’s something: if you have an Android phone, Google can guess your home address, since that’s where your phone tends to be at night. I don’t mean that in theory some rogue Google employee could hack into your phone to find out where you sleep; I mean that Google, as a system, explicitly deduces where you live and openly logs it as ‘home address’ in its location service, to put beside the ‘work address’ where you spend the majority of your daytime hours.

Some people find all this frightening. Since Google still makes more than 95 per cent of its money through selling advertising – that’s $30 billion a year, or about twice the annual global revenue of the entire recorded music industry – the fear is that all the information about us it has hoovered up is used to create scarily exact user profiles which it then offers to advertisers, as the most complete picture of billions of individuals it’s currently possible to build. The fear seems be based on the assumption that if Google is gathering all this information then it must be doing so in order to sell it: it is a profit-making company, after all. ‘We are not Google’s customers,’ Siva Vaidhyanathan writes in The Googlisation of Everything. ‘We are its product. We – our fancies, fetishes, predilections and preferences – are what Google sells to advertisers.’ Vaidhyanathan, who likes alliteration but isn’t so big on facts, doesn’t explain what he means by ‘sells’ (or whether ‘to sell a fancy’ could mean anything at all), but if he’s implying that Google makes the information it has about us available to advertisers then he’s wrong. It isn’t possible, using Google’s tools, to target an ad to 32-year-old single heterosexual men living in London who work at Goldman Sachs and like skiing, especially at Courchevel. You can do exactly that using Facebook, but the options Google gives advertisers are, by comparison, limited: the closest it gets is to allow them to target display ads to people who may be interested in the category of ‘skiing and snowboarding’ – and advertisers were always able to do that anyway by buying space in Ski & Snowboard magazine. The rest of the time, Google decides the placement of ads itself, using its proprietary algorithms to display them wherever it knows they will get the most clicks. The advertisers are left out of the loop.

So why doesn’t Google market its personal information, when it has so much of it? One answer might be that to do so would be ‘evil’. ‘Don’t be evil’ is Google’s geeky corporate motto – a hostage to fortune if ever there was one, though it usually seems to mean ‘don’t do anything to upset the users.’ We’d be upset – we might even choose to use a competing service – if Google released information about us that we didn’t know it had, or that we didn’t even know ourselves, such as the likelihood, revealed by our searches, that we might be suffering from a particular illness.[2] Facebook gets away with being evil – or does it? – because the personal information it makes available for targeting is information that users have voluntarily surrendered by filling in their profiles: birthday, relationship status, hometown, workplace; every time they click on a ‘Like’ button on the web they are deemed to have declared an interest that can be used for targeting. But another answer might be that the information Google has is too valuable to give away, that it has another reason for collecting every piece of data it possibly can, that the stuff it’s amassing is worth more than just money.

The reason is that Google is learning. The more data it gathers, the more it knows, the better it gets at what it does. Of course, the better it gets at what it does the more money it makes, and the more money it makes the more data it gathers and the better it gets at what it does – an example of the kind of win-win feedback loop Google specialises in – but what’s surprising is that there is no obvious end to the process. Thanks to what it has learned so far, Google is no longer the merely impressive search engine it was a decade ago. Back then, it was assumed that the key to its success in delivering its (as it once seemed) uncannily accurate results was its first and best-known invention, PageRank, the algorithm that assigns to every page on the web a value indicating how authoritative it is, based on the number and the authoritativeness of the pages linking to it. Its inventor was Larry Page (hence, cunningly, PageRank), one of Google’s founders and now once more its CEO; and his model, as Steven Levy explains in In the Plex, was the system of scholarly citation, by which journal articles and books are considered important if they are referred to by other important journal articles and books. Levy is big on origins. Not everyone will think much of the suggestion that Page and Sergey Brin, his co-founder, got where they are today because they were both ‘Montessori kids’ who were taught from an early age to believe anything was possible.[3] But he may be on to something when he says that Page’s academic family background – his father taught at Michigan State, and he hung out at Stanford as a child – meant that when he faced the problem of how to rank importance he recognised that the economy of the web was very similar to the economy of academia. Those at the bottom of the ladder (the junior academics, the lowly website owners) seek recognition from those above them (the celebrated professors, the global internet portals) and use citations in the hope that some of the gold dust will rub off on them if they get cited back. Rankings based on citations aren’t necessarily a measure of excellence – if they were, we wouldn’t hear so much about Steven Pinker – but they do reflect where humans have decided that authority lies.

PageRank, however, has always been just one of the factors determining how Google’s search results are ordered. In 2007, Google told the New York Times that it was now using more than 200 signals in its ranking algorithm, and the number must now be higher. What every one of those signals is and how they are weighted is Google’s most precious trade secret, but the most useful signal of all is the least predictable: the behaviour of the person who types their query into the search box. A click on the third result counts as a vote that it ought to come higher. A ‘long click’ – when you select one of the results and don’t come back – is a stronger vote. To test a new version of its algorithm, Google releases it to a small subset of its users and measures its effectiveness through the pattern of their clicks: more happy surfers and it’s just got cleverer. We teach it while we think it’s teaching us. Levy tells the story of a new recruit with a long managerial background who asked Google’s senior vice-president of engineering, Alan Eustace, what systems Google had in place to improve its products. ‘He expected to hear about quality assurance teams and focus groups’ – the sort of set-up he was used to. ‘Instead Eustace explained that Google’s brain was like a baby’s, an omnivorous sponge that was always getting smarter from the information it soaked up.’ Like a baby, Google uses what it hears to learn about the workings of human language. The large number of people who search for ‘pictures of dogs’ and also ‘pictures of puppies’ tells Google that ‘puppy’ and ‘dog’ mean similar things, yet it also knows that people searching for ‘hot dogs’ get cross if they’re given instructions for ‘boiling puppies’. If Google misunderstands you, and delivers the wrong results, the fact that you’ll go back and rephrase your query, explaining what you mean, will help it get it right next time. Every search for information is itself a piece of information Google can learn from.

By 2007, Google knew enough about the structure of queries to be able to release a US-only directory inquiry service called GOOG-411. You dialled 1-800-4664-411 and spoke your question to the robot operator, which parsed it and spoke you back the top eight results, while offering to connect your call. It was free, nifty and widely used, especially because – unprecedentedly for a company that had never spent much on marketing – Google chose to promote it on billboards across California and New York State. People thought it was weird that Google was paying to advertise a product it couldn’t possibly make money from, but by then Google had become known for doing weird and pleasing things. In 2004, it launched Gmail with what was for the time an insanely large quota of free storage – 1GB, five hundred times more than its competitors. But in that case it was making money from the ads that appeared alongside your emails. What was it getting with GOOG-411? It soon became clear that what it was getting were demands for pizza spoken in every accent in the continental United States, along with questions about plumbers in Detroit and countless variations on the pronunciations of ‘Schenectady’, ‘Okefenokee’ and ‘Boca Raton’. GOOG-411, a Google researcher later wrote, was a phoneme-gathering operation, a way of improving voice recognition technology through massive data collection.

Three years later, the service was dropped, but by then Google had launched its Android operating system and had released into the wild an improved search-by-voice service that didn’t require a phone call. You tapped the little microphone icon on your phone’s screen – it was later extended to Blackberries and iPhones – and your speech was transmitted via the mobile internet to Google servers, where it was interpreted using the advanced techniques the GOOG-411 exercise had enabled. The baby had learned to talk. Now that Android phones are being activated at a rate of more than half a million a day,[4] Google suddenly has a vast and growing repository of spoken words, in every language on earth, and a much more powerful learning machine. If your phone mistranscribes what you say, you correct it by typing it in, and Google’s algorithms – once again – are taught how to get better still. It’s a frustratingly faultless learning loop. It’s easy to assume that the end result of this increasing perfection will be a Google machine in the cloud that can correctly transcribe all speech in all languages from Afrikaans to Xhosa, however badly you mumble: useful when you’re driving or have your hands full. But that’s to think small.

Before Google bought YouTube in 2006 for $1.65 billion, it had a fledgling video service of its own, predictably called Google Video, that in its initial incarnation offered the – it seemed – brilliant feature of answering a typed phrase with a video clip in which those words were spoken. The promise was that, for example, you’d be able to search for the phrase ‘in my beginning is my end’ and see T.S. Eliot, on film, reciting from the Four Quartets. But no such luck. Google Video’s search worked by a kind of trickery: it used the hidden subtitles that broadcasters provide for the hard of hearing, which Google had generally paid to use, and searched against the text. The service is just one of the many experiments that Google over the years has killed, but a presumably large reason for its death was that although it appeared to work it was really very limited. Not everything is tailored for the deaf, and subtitles are often wrong. If, however, Google is able to deploy its newly capable voice recognition system to transcribe the spoken words in the two days’ worth of video uploaded to YouTube every minute, there would be an explosion in the amount of searchable material. Since there’s no reason Google can’t do it, it will.

A thought experiment: if Google launched satellites into orbit it could record all terrestrial broadcasts and transcribe those too. That may sound exorbitant, but it’s not obviously crazier than some of the ideas that Google’s founders have dreamed up and found a way of implementing: the idea of photographing all the world’s streets, of scanning all the world’s books, of building cars that drive themselves. It’s the sort of thing that crosses Google’s mind. An April Fool’s joke a few years ago advertised job opportunities at Google’s research centre on the Moon, where listening equipment would provide an ‘ear on the chatter of the universe, the vast web of electromagnetic pulses that may contain signals from intelligent life forms in other galaxies, as well as a complete record of every radio or television signal broadcast from our own planet’. Google takes its April Fool’s jokes very seriously, as the marketing man who wrote some of them, Douglas Edwards, explains in I’m Feeling Lucky: The Confessions of Google Employee Number 59: big arguments broke out when the founders felt that proposed jokes weren’t true to Google’s sense of its mission. The jokes – like the friendly logo, and the homepage doodles – are carefully designed to hint at the scale of Google’s ambition without scaring the world to death.

There seem to be no large Google initiatives – however seemingly tangential to the company’s core competency, and unhelpful to its bottom line – that don’t bring as a side benefit, or as the main benefit, an enormous amount of data to Google. They also threaten to put whole industries out of business by being free. In 2009, Google updated its Maps application for Android to include free turn-by-turn navigation: on-screen and spoken directions to whatever destination you choose. The cost to Google was negligible, and the damage to existing businesses was enormous: companies like Garmin and TomTom had been getting large margins on hundred-pound satnav hardware, and then charging for monthly subscriptions. Not any more. Naturally, those threatened don’t always give up without a fight. That a more esoteric battle has been taking place over Android was revealed earlier this year when a little company called Skyhook took Google to court for alleged unfair business practices. Skyhook makes its money by licensing location-detection technology to hardware manufacturers, and – in an impressive coup – had succeeded in persuading Motorola, among others, that its system was better than Google’s. Motorola agreed to pay to use Skyhook’s service on its Android phones in preference to Google’s built-in free one. When Google executives found out what had happened – as subpoenaed emails between them showed – they were incredulous, and alarmed:

This feels like a disaster :(

I think this is worth a postmortem and maybe a code yellow or something like that to really focus here.

What they were alarmed about was not that their system might not be the best – they didn’t quite believe that – but that if manufacturers started using a competitor’s product they would no longer be getting the data they needed to improve their own.[5] In other words, Google faced the unfamiliar problem of the negative feedback loop: the fewer people that used its product, the less information it would have and the worse the product would get. So the executives swung into action and reminded Motorola of various contractual obligations that went with the Android licence. Google got to keep its data. Coincidentally, last month, it announced its plan to buy Motorola Mobility – along with 19,000 employees, nearly doubling Google’s workforce – for $12.5 billion.

Google isn’t invincible. Eric Schmidt likes to say that its competitors are only one click away: if you don’t like Google’s search results, or its business practices, you can always use Bing. But Google is currently facing anti-trust scrutiny by Senate subcommittees, and the bigger it gets the less answerable the regulatory threat will become. Google is getting cleverer precisely because it is so big. If it’s cut down to size then what will happen to everything it knows? That’s the conundrum. It’s clearly wrong for all the information in all the world’s books to be in the sole possession of a single company. It’s clearly not ideal that only one company in the world can, with increasing accuracy, translate text between 506 different pairs of languages. On the other hand, if Google doesn’t do these things, who will?

[1] In 1999, Google’s web index – its copy of every page on the internet – was updated once every three or four months. By 2003 parts of the index were updated once a day, and by 2007 the rate was once every few minutes. By 2009 it was no longer possible to say that the web was being crawled at such and such a speed: if Google considered there was a chance a page might be updated it engineered things such that any change on that page was reflected in its index exactly as it happened. A search for ‘hudson river’ on 15 January 2009 would have showed that a plane had crash-landed on it before it was reported by CNN.

[2] This is something that Google can in theory know. Google Flu Trends uses aggregated search data for flu-like symptoms to estimate the spread of flu pandemics in various countries around the world. Google published an article in Nature explaining its methodology (‘we applied the Fisher Z-transformation to each correlation, and took the mean of the 36 Z-transformed correlations’), and demonstrated that its tool was as accurate as any existing method of estimating flu levels at any given moment and, since it doesn’t depend on health departments’ weekly reports, much faster at providing results.

[3] As further evidence of Page’s thinking big, Levy reports a conversation from 2003, when Google executives were discussing opening engineering offices overseas. ‘Schmidt asked Page how quickly he would like to grow. “How many engineers does Microsoft have?” Page asked. About 25,000, he was told. “We should have a million.”’

[4] Android’s very rapid growth can mostly be attributed to the fact that the operating system is free for manufacturers to license. Previously, a handset-maker such as Nokia either had to develop its own software or pay large sums to use software developed by another company, such as Microsoft. In fact, Android is what is known as ‘less than free’, since manufacturers get an undisclosed percentage of Google’s ad revenue from phones Android is installed on.

[5] In 2010, Google had been forced by regulators to stop its Street View cars from collecting certain location data after it was discovered that they were (Google says) accidentally also recording some of the data transmitted through WiFi networks in people’s homes. One of the emails in the Skyhook lawsuit explained that now that Google was no longer getting location data from Street View cars it relied heavily on the data from Android handsets ‘to maintain and improve’ its location service. It was a revealing indication of how ingeniously Google projects serve multiple ends.





thanks to Gerard Bellaart

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

ABC OF READING ~




MORE! on the Poetry Foundation (Chicago) please read and all the comments


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

EARTH ~







Where I am working every day on this spit of an island along the river bucking up whole trees brought down by Hurricane Irene, I can watch the river change color.

It's changing by what is happening up river.

The river all comes down from Marlboro, Vermont and the uncountable small tributaries in brooks, creeks, streams and springs fed on both sides of a rock faced forest covered terrain. The real place. The real stuff. Not yet domesticated and ruled.

So yesterday we traveled up river to have a look for ourselves to see what's been mucking this water for weeks on end since the big storm. It's not yet back to its green river look, but more a muddy soiled sometimes creamy gumbo; and it no longer wanders like it did for decades on end in the shape of a long shoelace left on the floor. The flood straightened it out but good; took out the kinks, so it runs swifter, and louder, and the rapids look delightful where they play. I miss my old river, but what are you going to do? All old gets brushed up and moved along somewhere down the line. We included.

Up river we found house size excavators smack dab in the river planted and working. They're there because it's the only position one can be in to rebuild a river bank and thus the road running right alongside. It's all day, all week, weeks swiveling these machines and lifting tremendous rock and making a road that moves people. The river stays mucked until this gets done. It's another law of nature.

The woodlands in Halifax, up river from Guilford where these excavators are churning, was hit hard by the flood. The valley narrows there and the river gorges more and a flood has nowhere to go but through. It took everything in its path. Trees in the hundreds woven into mammoth baskets that would take an army of workers to maneuver into firewood and maybe 300 cord at that. A flood has no room to exaggerate, all it does is exaggerate to a precision. Go up river another half mile and find another blasted basket of trees formed up with dimensions way past man's ability and there's another stockyard of firewood. If you're game.

Back at home I'm nearing the end of bucking up and splitting my own smaller basket of trees. I'm into the easier basswood/poplar now, after days of tough red oak, which splits green with some ease. I took down a few thick poplar logs and with my chain saw carved out two chairs and set them sturdy on the island, and then Sweetheart quietly mentioned "a table". So I sworded one out while I was at it. Then left her a note, where she'll see it at dawn, telling her the two chairs and a table are waiting for us.

By a river that never sleeps.




photo "red oak" © bob arnold
EARTH ~
(roads open / roads closed after the flood)






Sunday, October 9, 2011

FIX-A-FLAT ~






Who they sent out looked like someone
I never liked because he never wanted
To work and this guy doesn’t either —
He has every excuse for you: they sent
Me first north to Putney on a wild goose
Chase and now I’m here past quitting time
And those lugs won’t budge. Susan catches
Him throwing his tire-iron back into his truck
From a good distance off. Did he bring a
Long bar to help crack the lugs? Nah.
Did he have a box of sockets? Nah.
I could string out a cord from the woodshed
If he had his drill? Don’t bother.
He usually carries with him a can of
Fix-a-Flat but not today. Scowling at the
Troubled tire he predicts the lugs
Will need to be torched and even then
They could snap and he wants nothing
To do with that. Goodbye.


His truck is pint-size and
He can’t wait to leave.
He does a comb-over on his hair
Which I could do but don’t.
Every second he is reminding
Me of a son-of-a-bitch I know.
It’s a half-hour drive back into
Town but it isn’t 15 minutes since
He has left and the agency we
Call tells us we’ve been charged by the
Jerk for a job well done. Imagine that.
Now, imagine what we said.


The next day the agency sends out a flatbed wrecker
From a different company and with a different guy.
A wide body bruiser with an equal size wife.
They push open the doors to the wrecker but
Sit there a moment as if sniffing over this piddly job.
Watching the guy finally roll out I can imagine
Him lifting the back end of my truck with one
Hand while changing the tire with his other.
He almost does. No excuses. Done in a flash.
He’s already heard through the grapevine about
Our visitor yesterday, says with a grin,
Don’t send out a boy to do a man’s job, right?
Something both our fathers told us.
Something, one day, you have to live up to.
Within seconds we are talking about firewood,
Mutual people we happen to know; his wife is
Complaining to my wife about how the agency only
Calls them when everyone else bails out.
They reek of bad attitudes, pissy luck and hard work.
We tell them we will be going back inside
To call the agency at Triple-A
To make them famous.



for Finn Wilcox





photo © susan arnold
from : yokel (longhouse, 2011)


Saturday, October 8, 2011

EARTH ~










"The webcam operates from 6:00 am to 6:00 pm Nepalese time (0015 to 1215 GMT) from the Kala Patthar summit, recording stunning images of 8,848-metre Mount Everest as well as the South Col."






Friday, October 7, 2011

EARTH ~




ai wei wei




"In 2006, even though he could barely type, China's most famous artist started blogging. For more than three years, Ai Wei Wei turned out a steady stream of scathing social commentary, criticism of government policy, thoughts on art and architecture, and autobiographical writings. He wrote about the Sichuan earthquake (and posted a list of the schoolchildren who died because of the government's "tofu-dregs engineering"), reminisced about Andy Warhol and the East Village art scene, described the irony of being investigated for "fraud" by the Ministry of Public Security, made a modest proposal for tax collection. Then, on May 28, 2009, Chinese authorities shut down the blog. This book offers a collection of Ai's online writings translated in to English — the most complete, public documentation of the original Chinese blog available in any language."


( the blog was hosted on sina.com.cn )




MIT Press
edited & translated by Lee Ambrozy






photo: peter parks/Getty





Thursday, October 6, 2011

LIBRARY ~






http://peopleslibrary.wordpress.com/





email:
owspeopleslibrary@gmail.com

Mail Books to:
The UPS Store
Re: Occupy Wall Street
Attn: The People's Library
118A Fulton St. #205
New York, NY 10038




Wednesday, October 5, 2011

GUITAR HERO ~




Bert Jansch
3 Nov, 1943-5 Oct, 2011



"He completely reinvented guitar playing and set a standard that is still unequalled today," former Smiths guitarist Johnny Marr told the Telegraph (U.K.). "Without Bert Jansch, rock music as it developed in the 1960s and 1970s would have been very different. You hear him in Nick Drake, Pete Townshend, Donovan, the Beatles, Jimmy Page and Neil Young. There are people playing guitar who don't even realize they've been influenced by him one step removed."








quote:
Rolling Stone







SECOND CHANCES ~





Dorianne Laux




What are the chances a raindrop

from last night's storm caught

in the upturned cup of an autumn leaf

will fall from this tree I pass under

and land on the tip of my lit cigarette,

snuffing it out? What are the chances

my niece will hit rock bottom before Christmas,

a drop we all long for, and quit heroin?

What are the chances of being hit

by a bus, a truck, a hell-bound train

or inheriting the gene for cancer,

addiction? What good are statistics

on a morning like this? What good

is my niece to anyone but herself?

What are the chances any of you

are reading this poem?

---------------------------Dear men,

whom I have not met,

when you meet her on the street

wearing the wounds that won't heal

and she offers you the only thing

she has left, what are the chances

you'll take pity on her fallen body?



Dorianne Laux
from
The Book Of Men
(Norton 2011)



Monday, October 3, 2011

CITY & COUNTRY ~




Wall Street Gets Advice




The New York City General Assembly
http://jameswagner.com/

30 September 2011

The following statement was published today by the General Assembly of #OccupyWallStreet. It has explicitly not been presented as an official statement of any organization, nor is it an official list of demands of any organization.

Details and updates of the occupation in New York City and across the country can be tracked at the following:

http://www.occupywallstreet.org

http://www.occupytogether.org/

jameswagner.com


A set of excellent photos of occupation activities in New York City and San Francisco can be found here:

http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2011/09/occupy-wall-street/100159/

------------------------------------
Declaration of the Occupation of New York City

As we gather together in solidarity to express a feeling of mass injustice, we must not lose sight of what brought us together. We write so that all people who feel wronged by the corporate forces of the world can know that we are your allies.

As one people, united, we acknowledge the reality: that the future of the human race requires the cooperation of its members; that our system must protect our rights, and upon corruption of that system, it is up to the individuals to protect their own rights, and those of their neighbors; that a democratic government derives its just power from the people, but corporations do not seek consent to extract wealth from the people and the Earth; and that no true democracy is attainable when the process is determined by economic power. We come to you at a time when corporations, which place profit over people, self-interest over justice, and oppression over equality, run our governments. We have peaceably assembled here, as is our right, to let these facts be known.

They have taken our houses through an illegal foreclosure process, despite not having the original mortgage.

They have taken bailouts from taxpayers with impunity, and continue to give Executives exorbitant bonuses.

They have perpetuated inequality and discrimination in the workplace based on age, the color of one's skin, sex, gender identity and sexual orientation.

They have poisoned the food supply through negligence, and undermined the farming system through monopolization.

They have profited off of the torture, confinement, and cruel treatment of countless nonhuman animals, and actively hide these practices.



They have continuously sought to strip employees of the right to negotiate for better pay and safer working conditions.

They have held students hostage with tens of thousands of dollars of debt on education, which is itself a human right.

They have consistently outsourced labor and used that outsourcing as leverage to cut workers' healthcare and pay.

They have influenced the courts to achieve the same rights as people, with none of the culpability or responsibility.

They have spent millions of dollars on legal teams that look for ways to get them out of contracts in regards to health insurance.

They have sold our privacy as a commodity.

They have used the military and police force to prevent freedom of the press. They have deliberately declined to recall faulty products endangering lives in pursuit of profit.

They determine economic policy, despite the catastrophic failures their policies have produced and continue to produce.

They have donated large sums of money to politicians supposed to be regulating them. They continue to block alternate forms of energy to keep us dependent on oil.

They continue to block generic forms of medicine that could save people's lives in order to protect investments that have already turned a substantive profit.

They have purposely covered up oil spills, accidents, faulty bookkeeping, and inactive ingredients in pursuit of profit.

They purposefully keep people misinformed and fearful through their control of the media.

They have accepted private contracts to murder prisoners even when presented with serious doubts about their guilt.

They have perpetuated colonialism at home and abroad. They have participated in the torture and murder of innocent civilians overseas.

They continue to create weapons of mass destruction in order to receive government contracts. *


To the people of the world,

We, the New York City General Assembly occupying Wall Street in Liberty Square, urge you to assert your power.

Exercise your right to peaceably assemble; occupy public space; create a process to address the problems we face, and generate solutions accessible to everyone.

To all communities that take action and form groups in the spirit of direct democracy, we offer support, documentation, and all of the resources at our disposal.

Join us and make your voices heard!





*These grievances are not all-inclusive.





photos:
foreignpolicy.com
new york daily news




EARTH ~




Javier Sicilia



Sunday, October 2, 2011

EARTH ~







the glade where we hike each day and where I've been cutting all summer










pine eyes










cherry wood cache










palm










golden










bark mulch & timber
(gifts)










chalkie










wash in the river (me in them), dry on sun baked metal









it ain't summer w/o a
hula hoop










what grows & flows










where ice melts







photographs taken
to & fro
on one morning hike



photos © bob arnold