Tuesday, November 26, 2024

Goldenred - an Ode to Arkansas, Fall 2024



























Hills covered in Live Oaks and Cedar give way to flatter lands 

To the East covered in Post Oaks and Loblolly Pines

The direction of the sunrise

Water and life more abundant


I pass slowly along a centuries-old road that was used to Christianize natives

To move them and new goods from their land to foreign ones

Lands that had been chosen for them by Consumption

The feral beauty of these places only increases as I travel North 


Into the hills and emerald mountains

Into a land I’d never seen

A land of lakes and rain

A land of  abundance


The rock is the same here as it is near my home

The geological history I adore

Everything else is strange and exciting

I am at home in a foreign land 

 

I travel there constantly

I see the autumnal hues

The shadows created by density 

The mist joining clouds 


The winding roads have me smiling

The goldenred Oak, Birch, Walnut and Hickory 

Falling like rain with the wind

Onto the old Bones of the Earth


Up the mountain I go

Switchbacks building leaf banks

Piling up in their ceremonious dance

Swirling in spirals as I pass


At the top of Hickory Nut Mountain

I look across distant leagues

Lake Ouachita from far above

Islands rising from its crystal waters


Life all around me 

Through the air

In the water  

On the Earth


The wind rises and falls

The exhalations of Shortleaf Pine needles

Gently battered by goldenred leaves falling all around

Ripples on the lake reply



It’s time to move on. 


Back onto the roads

The curves I love so well 

Having never seen them

Knowing their ways


Into a place of exploitation and greed

Antique bath houses lining the promenade

History both bloody and effulgent

Reminiscent of all of our sins


Money everywhere

Tip your servers

Who can drink the most? 

Dinner plate challenge


But it’s a national park

Reserved since 1832

Home of gangsters and villains

Preserving violence in the midst of great beauty


I walk out and up the mountain 

Onto the Sunset Trail

Just until the sun sets

Up and down scrambling on rocks


Vistas for leagues

The stain of the city on the land nearby

Amidst a sea of green 

Scattered with goldenred



The next morning 

Dawn is grey and cold

Exploration my goal

The curves are constant


The Blakely Mountain Dam

Where the Ouachita River 

Tries to escape to the South

Man gripping fiercely to nature


It’s time to move on.


The sun burns the mist. 


The curves are constant

Goldenred leaves pouring

Occasional glimpses of vastness

Through thin living towers


Dirt roads for miles

Some seem unused

Overgrown and thick 

Some impassable


I find my way. 


Not a soul for miles

Little Blakely Trail 

Forest peninsula 

Wind and sun nearly absent


Veins of quartz in limestone palisades

Quartz littering the trail

Untouched forest enveloping

A buck and doe relax in a ray


I am the only human

The breeze stirs 

The goldenred leaves 

My heart beats


My breathing measured

Miles to go 

Injuries forgotten

Immersed in Our World


Crossing creeks and gullies

Rain no stranger here

Rock scarred over aeons

Moss and mineral colouring the bones


I can only go so far

I have only so much time

I want to see it all

Feel the watery wind on my face 


I turn back 

The way I came 

So different 

Light scattering 


From another angle

From another hour

From another perspective

Sunset draws near


Exhaustion hits

Wonder

Amazement

I love it here 



Back to sleep

Old servants quarters in town

Small and necessary 

Quiet sleep of exertion


I follow the rocks home

All along the summits

Wind blowing goldenred

Onto the bones of the Earth


West, then South

Geological folds

Ancient oceans

Seas of history


Goldenred sprinkled

In a sea of green

Undulating and expanding

As far as the eye can see



I came to forget 

Why we are this way 

I leave feeling well

Returning to grind


Unforgettable beauty 

Lands immemorial

Waters crystal clear

Often cloud my mind


“My heart burns there too.” 













 








   



Tuesday, November 19, 2024

The Economics of Greed - 001






What’s Going On?

According to the World Bank, “Progress on shared prosperity has stalled since the pandemic, due to slow economic growth and a divergence in mean incomes. Today, incomes around the world, on average, would have to increase five-fold to reach the level of $25 per person per day, the minimum prosperity standard for high-income countries.”

These seem like lies and staggering stats simultaneously. However we know from several corporations’ quarterly financial reports over the past five years that most of them have made record profits and that their executives have widened the gap between themselves and their lowest paid workers manyfold. How do we end this?

I should also mention that liability and accountability are no longer things anyone’s interested in anymore either, the buck does not stop anywhere anymore, as evidenced in the preamble of the World Bank’s report Pathyways Out of the Polycrisis, from 2024:

The World Bank does not guarantee the accuracy, completeness, or currency of the data included in this work and does not assume responsibility for any errors, omissions, or discrepancies in the information, or liability with respect to the use of or failure to use the information, methods, processes, or conclusions set forth. The boundaries, colors, denominations, links/footnotes, and other information shown in this work do not imply any judgment on the part of The World Bank concerning the legal status of any territory or the endorsement or acceptance of such boundaries.

It actually seems like no one wants to end it. No one even wants to listen to any ideas about how to end it, and we’re all locked into this never ending cycle devoted to working for whatever goods we need to survive and working harder for the things we want, aka keeping up with the Joneses. I’m guilty of it. Everyone in our modern society is guilty of it.

I don’t need a motorcycle, but I love it, and it’s considered a luxury good, despite buying it used with high miles for one quarter of its original cost and doing a ton of work on it myself to save money. It’s the only thing I currently have that allows me to economically get out of the city for a while and explore nature beyond the extremely strict boundaries society has historically forced upon us, essentially with the “economics of greed.”

How long have we been foisting this upon generation after generation? I talk about this when people will actually listen and have written about it before. Jared Diamond is a multi-disciplinary scholar, and I first read him in a Cultural Anthropology class in college with one of my favorite professors. He wrote a short essay in 1987 called “The Worst Mistake in the History of the Human Race,” where he essentially states that we should’ve remained a nomadic species, “With agriculture came the gross social and sexual inequality, the disease and despotism, that curse our existence.” I mean, that’s big and bold, and it changed the way I thought about everything pretty much instantly.

It’s amazing how much we’ve advanced technologically in the last 38 years, and frankly, we’re on the technological verge of being able to eliminate the need for money entirely, Star Trek style, but the rich and powerful DO NOT WANT THIS. They want a permanent labor class, and they currently definitely have it.

For My Part

I was dumb enough, despite my degree and all the years of experience I have, to sell my body cheaply for steady work in a field that doesn’t pay well, landscape construction and maintenance. I almost feel like I was brainwashed into accepting it by society as a whole, like, “Oh, that’s just what landscapers make around here,” but I also definitely blame myself and feel some regret about my complacency in that field.

I declined to start a second career as an English Language Arts teacher despite working toward my certification and after working as a long-term 7th grade substitute for a whole year. It was brutal. I was commuting two hours a day and working about fifty hours a week, all while trying to spend time with my boys each week and do what was fulfilling to me, which is hardly given a consideration in today’s world.

I loved teaching, and I feel that I’ve taught and trained many many people throughout my adult life, especially in the construction industry, but the teaching “industry” has totally corrupted the concept of pedagogy entirely. I was at one point instructed to not spend so much time on kids’ assignments making editor’s notes, to just put a grade on it with some general notes. So, how are the kids supposed to learn?

I did all kinds of fun stuff in my classroom, and I had some very liberal practices. I waited for the kids to calm themselves down before class started; I wouldn’t yell. There was a single bathroom pass, and while you didn’t have to ask to go to the bathroom, you were responsible for whatever you missed while you were out. I did kinesthetic lesson plans where kids were allowed to work in groups on color-coded parts of speech, which we would later use to diagram sentences that spanned the length of our classroom.

I loved all of that, and my kids did extremely well on the STAAR test, which is what Texas uses to evaluate its students and teachers, somewhat unfairly in my opinion, and I was offered a position to return the next year, but I turned it down. I could’ve made quite a bit more money than I was making in landscaping at the time, and I turned it down. I felt like teaching would take me away from my kids and make me feel drained constantly, and I probably wasn’t wrong. Out of the hundred students I taught that year, I estimate that maybe ten of their parents cared about them at all, and that was the most draining aspect of teaching for me. This is modernity.

I went back to working in landscape construction and maintenance, and I enjoyed it for the most part. The money sucked, but I enjoyed the work most of the time, and it kept us housed and clothed in the neighborhood I wanted to live in during my elder son’s high school years. I was able to see the progress I made each day, but the ironic bit is that I still ended up working 50+ hours per week. So much for saving time away from work. During the pandemic I worked a short stint at a music store, which is an ideal job for me. Oh, I get to talk about music all day and help people figure out how to make it for themselves? Amazing. Too bad the money was even worse than landscaping.

My job now is totally fine. It is not fulfilling in any way, other than doing it well and not having too many hiccups, nor is it stressful in any but one way, one horrible coworker, and I make good money, but I am required to do it Monday through Friday, 8:30am - 5:00pm, longer on the last Friday of each month. I have very deep philosophical grievances with being paid so much to do less physical work than I’ve ever done for many reasons. I definitely get paid for what I know now rather than what I do, and at my age and breadth of arthritis, I’m truly and utterly grateful for it.

However, I don’t feel that the guy laying bricks a block over should be getting paid less when he’s been doing it for twenty five years, which is as long as I was in landscape construction. It’s a skill, and he’s well practiced at it. He deserves to be paid well, and he likely isn’t, at least not in San Antonio. Also, while unions are great in theory and have definitely helped us move to forty hour work weeks and paid overtime for a lot of people (but not if you’re salaried, a gimmick I fell for), new progress needs to be made and old corruption rooted out. The work to improve can never end if we’re going to keep going down this rabbit hole of capitalism, and maybe in our constant endeavor to progress, we’ll find a way out of it and into a better, more equitable realm of existence. There’s literally no reason not to do so, unless you want a permanent labor class.

Globalization and Modern Technology

Why do we accept all these things as given? If productivity has gone up over 60% in the last forty years, then why aren’t we working at least 30% less? I mean seriously? A twenty eight hour work week sounds way better to me than forty. However, when I worked for one of the few companies during my first career that wasn’t a construction job, I was given a book called Good to Great, which is basically an indoctrination book on why you should make selfless sacrifices for your growing company and make the company’s priorities your priorities. I left that job shortly thereafter. I have a friend who still works for them and isn’t happy with his work, which isn’t shocking.

Globalization is a very charged buzz word and concept, and there are parts of it I love and parts of it I hate. The interconnectedness of all people and ideas is awesome, truly one of the most amazing things about technology in general. The exploitation of the people of “developing countries” is awful. According to the World Bank, “44 percent of the global population – around 3.5 billion people – live today on less than $6.85 per day.” Staggering.

A lot of that exploitation is due to US business executives like Republican Jack Welch, the well-known CEO of GE from 1980-2000, who started moving manufacturing overseas and “argued that public corporations owe their primary allegiance to stockholders, not employees,” so that if they could manufacture overseas for far less labor cost and eliminate American jobs in order to appease GE’s shareholders, they’d do it, and boy did they. In his autobiograpy, “Welch stated GE had 411,000 employees at the end of 1980, and 299,000 at the end of 1985. Of the 112,000 who left the payroll, 37,000 were in businesses which GE sold off, and 81,000 were reduced in continuing businesses.” This jackass was also a climate science denier, so there you go.

So, in conclusion I’ll say that I’m writing this to avail myself of these feelings, to get them off my chest, and hopefully put ideas into the heads of as many other people as possible so that we can continue to move forward and out of late stage capitalism and into the Star Trek prophesied world where Captain Jean-Luc Picard says, “The acquisition of wealth is no longer the driving force in our lives. We work to better ourselves and the rest of humanity.” That sounds really good to me.

I’ll be writing more about this topic on a somewhat-semi-regular basis. 


Little Blakely Ain't So Little - Backpacking Arkansas 2025

This bridge marks the beginning of the trail in a couple of directions,  to the right the glades and the north loop,  to the left, a brutal ...