Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Taking the Plunge

A political podcast I watch frequently recently had an interview with Osita Nwanevu, author of the forthcoming The Right of the People (subtitle: Democracy and the Case for a New American Founding) his book on electoral reform.  The book will be well-discussed in political circles as it is one of those rare attempts to take seriously the problems we all know exist with our political system-- among them, the exclusive influence of money, polarization, politicians who do not represent the desires of those who elect them-- and do nothing about.  From what I gather the author proposes radical reform of our political as well as our economic system, and the cosmic void knows we are overdue for both.  I am always looking for the next thing to read so I have wish listed the book, but to be honest, I am skeptical that it is going to go far enough toward particularly the political changes that I am convinced are needed in order to shake up our democracy for real.  In particular, I've read the introduction and Nwanevu appears to offhandedly dismiss the classical Athenian system of sortition-- the selection by lot among all eligible citizens of a body of decision makers (a mini-public to use the terminology) for short, non-consecutive terms, much in the way we select juries for criminal cases-- as something that is clearly no longer how we think of democracy. 

Nwanevu quotes Pericles' Funeral Oration from Thucydides as the description of the vaunted strengths of the Athenian system:

Our form of government does not enter into rivalry with the institutions of others. Our government does not copy our neighbors', but is an example to them. It is true that we are called a democracy, for the administration is in the hands of the many and not of the few. But while there exists equal justice to all and alike in their private disputes, the claim of excellence is also recognized; and when a citizen is in any way distinguished, he is preferred to the public service, not as a matter of privilege, but as the reward of merit. Neither is poverty an obstacle, but a man may benefit his country whatever the obscurity of his condition. 

Nwanevu dismisses this as "nonsense" on the basis that of course in actually existing sortition, the pool of citizens was limited to landed males.  Women, slaves, immigrants and eventually even those with less than two Athenian born parents were excluded from the process.  That there could be a fix for these shortcomings is beyond the scope of what Nwanevu appears to have in mind for his book so is never discussed.

To the contrary, I am convinced and reconvinced daily by what our electoral system has wrought that it is sortition with the proper obvious tweaks to the qualification standards to make them as inclusive and representative as scientifically possible*-- even as unfamiliar as the concept has become-- that is the only truly democratic alternative to electoral politics worth replacing our current system with if we're  going to take the trouble of replacing it.  Furthermore I would propose sortition as the most powerful means of setting a chart for the major course correction required if humanity hopes to make amends for the planetary ravages of capitalism and its most nightmarish successors.  The alternative to transitioning quickly to sortition is yielding to the uninformed, brain-dead bad science fiction fantasies of the unself-aware class of billionaires who have insinuated themselves into ownership of our political system and who are  too overconfident in and full of self-regard for their talents at representing the needs of humanity for skepticism about their goals, with the result that in their hands the planet is too choked from the way that they would have with it for the survival of life as we know it.  

In brief, the system I would propose is one developed by Terry Bouricius at Democracy Creative in which the logistics are entrusted to a number of panels each of which is peopled by random selection from a pool of volunteers each of whom would serve non-consecutive terms of varying (albeit short) lengths depending upon the office.  For instance, one panel might determine the methods for random selection and other rules and regulations of the process; another would solicit and compile proposals for legislation; another would solicit expertise and identify and evaluate the best information on the proposed legislation.  For the actual passage of legislation,  "juries" would be selected by lot from among the entire population for mandatory service.  The juries would convene to be informed of the issues to be decided upon and to debate and deliberate on whether more study is needed or to vote on the legislation.   Counterpart systems could be set up for the executive and judicial branches as well replacing and vastly improving the current corroded structure for those institutions as well.

It's a system even the left couldn't fuck up.

Some points I would highlight in making a case for sortition over electoral politics:

Sortition is exclusively about governing the people as we would govern ourselves.  The process is streamlined to 1) Identification of the problems to address;  2) Empowering a randomly selected scientifically representative mini-public of significant size to inform themselves about the same with the same expert information; 3) Informed discussion about the options and goals;   4) devising proposed solutions and taking a vote on their adoption on our behalf (or, if deemed appropriate by the selected body, in a public referendum). 

Electoral politics busies us with a convoluted, purchased process of choosing among self-selected careerists as a way of distracting us from its inability to give us the consent of the governed.  The goal of sortition is governing well; the goal of electoral politics is winning.  Winning is the wrong goal of government.

While it doesn't have to be this way, the way our society is structured now ensures that in every election there will be winners and there will be losers.  The stakes are high and the money spent on the contest is both a result of it and the primary reason that campaign financing perpetually escalates.  Our politics is no longer (if it ever was) concerned with improving outcomes for the electorate but merely with kicking the opposing team's ass.   No less than half the country is thus kept in misery for the duration of the winning teams' term.  This is no way to run a country, but it is an excellent way to run a country into the ground as we see happening around us every day.

Sortition is not about defeating half the country; not about parties or personalities or war chests.  It is strictly about government charting the course we ourselves would chart given our current predicament, the best information about what to do about it and ample opportunity to deliberate and the power to decide our future for ourselves without having decisions imposed upon us.

Understanding the resistance to revolutionary democratic change, I look forward to filling in the blanks in my understanding of what Nwanevu proposes.  May the best re-making win.

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* Randomness guarantees diversity at the top, in sharp contrast to the depressing sameness of our whiny self-selected elite.  No wonder those motherfuckers bitch about diversity.  The actual diversity that would result if our leaders were randomly chosen gives the lie to their uniformly curated monopoly.

Thursday, July 31, 2025

Death by Smugness

Since I'm basically still on vacation, guest host Francesca Fiorentini compiles a buffet of the comically self-confident suicidal spite of the Republican electorate that threatens to take us all down by virtue of being in power and garnishes it with a lean paté of eloquent whoop-ass.


Sunday, July 20, 2025

What I Wouldn't Give

I am finding "I don't give a fuck" to be a little too much a part of my vocabulary these days.  (As in, I don't give a fuck that ICE is a Federal law enforcement agency.  They're fucking Nazis. ^_^)  I don't want to be stuck in a rut, so I occasionally mix things up with  "I don't give a shit."  But this is hardly an improvement.  In Angela's Ashes, Frank McCourt introduced me to an Irish variation, "I don't give a fiddler's fart."  Are you noticing a pattern?  What I need is both a lot more variety and for the sake of the children, some restraint in the subject matter.  As I also happen to need to pad out my postings for the month, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I tried out a few alternatives here, would you?  (Go ahead and ask me if I care enough to hold on for your response.)

Without further ado, how about ...

I don't give two toots.  For extra effect, I don't give two toots in a tin can.  As in I don't give two toots in a tin can, Mister.  You are not signing up for interfaith beach volleyball.

I don't give a flying Finnegan what you do in the afternoon when I'm not here as long as you clean it up before I get home.

I don't give a Pringle or an Utz what you do on Election Day as long as it isn't vote.

I don't give the hide off a road-kill sneetch what you think of my sideburns.

I don't give a crawling thingamajig who's going to win American Idol.

I don't give a Vivian Vance who popped my dongle as long as they pop it back.

I couldn't give 2 shakes of a dollar store maraca how much I could be making if I purchased tax liens.

I don't give a wit or a whistle what the square root of 59,814,756 is.

I couldn't give an interplanetary plotz that there's another dumpling left.  

I don't give a puckered penguin what you have behind your back.

I couldn't give a belch in a windstorm who's on Fallon.  I'm going to bed. 

I wouldn't give the eye off a french fry to cure my social anxiety.

I don't give a pan fried cricket what you say,  It's cold in here!

I wouldn't give a twice read copy of last week's TV Guide to find out what happened on Happy's Place last night.

I don't give a Gen Z Conservative Fashion Victim who you think I think I am.

I don't give a gibbering id! *

I don't give a thimbleful of quinoa!

I don't give a continuous nibble! 

I don't give a good beef jerky!

I don't give a steaming bowl of bibimbap!

I don't give a frizzy whisker what Elon Musk's IQ is!

I don't give the shadow of a she-goat how you get here.  Hurry!

I don't give a hamster with a herniated hamstring what Florin said behind my back!

No Buffalo Bob, I don't give a flipped flapjack what time it is.

I don't give a yak wool thong what you do with your half of the money!

(The next four are from actual phrases encountered on the internet involving the "It's giving..." meme.)

   I couldn't give major Persona vibes.

   I couldn't give Lindsey Lohan Y2k.

   I couldn't give Zimbabweans.

   I couldn't give Ohio.

Sorry Robert Reich, I don't give a vintage pledge week tote bag what happens to the husk of what’s barely left of PBS.

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* This and the next four entries were inspired by random purple passages from Benjamin Lorr's  The Secret Life of Groceries.

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Getting Tenth Up In Here

Can it be 10 years?  Apparently it can.  I had an empty blog for more than 5 years before something got into me and made me use it to share a video of a Hungarian group I had discovered in the course of wading into that language.  I practically had to cover my eyes to hit the Publish button so terrified was I of you, dear Reader.  Look at me now.  Where have the years gone?  Part of the answer lies below, not a best of but sort of a compilation of some of the moods we've shared for the past decade.   To another ten. 

2015 -  BIN JIP's Dinner With A Demon - The first and still the best.

2016 - I want to blame Trump - Prove me wrong.

2017 - Bobbing for Decimals - Synchronized Swimming Hungarian Style.

2018 - Happy?  - Pretty much sums it up.

2019 - It's a Jungle Out There - A little contemporary urban angst.

2020 - Ludic Freedom - What makes a mosquito tick? 

2021 - The Forest for the Trees - An American family

2022 - Confessions of a Philistine - And a proposal for a different word for it.

2023 - An elegant solution - Considering abolition.

2024 - A good life - Can't we have one?


Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Quantum Relations

When I got my first iPhone -- the iPhone 4 circa 2010-- one of the ways I devised to increase my time with it was reading iBooks.   My Motorola Razr had died just as I was being courted by a new firm at the lowest ebb of my time at the old one, and somehow I managed to snag the new job without the use of any mobile device just through the clever use of my personal voice mail which I was able to access from my work phone.   The new job was a welcome change after 20 years of slow decay into depressing nothingness at my old firm.  I had gone from sharing an interior closet with 3 others in a flavorless block downtown to my own office with a door and a window in what was formerly a TV station situated in a pleasant neighborhood on a hill overlooking the city across the street from my favorite deli.  I had gone from looking forward to nothing but retirement if I didn't die first to a brand new beginning full of hope and opportunities to engage my intelligence and creativity for gainful employment.  The iPhone was a treat to myself in keeping with the new era of possibility.

I was in the habit of carrying around books for my daily commute at the time, so being able to carry them in my pocket was a revelation and a revolution in my habits.  iBook "pages" turned much more like the pages of a book at the time adding to the delight.  It was somehow appropriate that the first books I tried on the phone were the works of Bertrand Russell whom I'd never read before, but whose very name evoked my first encounters with the giants of the Twentieth Century on the spines of books in my oldest brothers' burgeoning collection of college texts when I was undergoing puberty around the time of Richard Nixon's curtailed second term.  I picked Russell because his titles were in free editions, but it didn't hurt that he was an engaging writer with a surprising sense of humor and a style and outlook as fresh as a spring morning 100 years later.  Reading Russell was like a communion with my younger self, with the state of the world before Reagan and Thatcher got their vampiric fangs on the life of it just as I was entering adulthood, an adulthood that has been oxygen deprived ever since (along with the rest of us-- even those of us too young or too braindead from the encounter with neoliberalism to know what we were missing).

Recently, I've been re-experiencing that sense of revival with another eBook.  This one is by the Italian theoretical physicist and science writer Carlo Rovelli and it's his short 2020 book for non-physicists on the question of how to conceive of quantum dynamics, Helgoland, so named for the Danish/German archipelago in the North Sea where Werner Heisenberg on a working visit had the brainstorm that led to the development of Quantum Mechanics.   Rovelli is a notable scientist himself as the co-developer with Lee Smolin and Abhay Ashketar of the theory of loop quantum gravity.  He's also a gifted writer; and Helgoland is full of lively gossip about Heisenberg and the contemporaries and influencers who charted the way for scientists, philosophers, political figures, artists like Niels Bohr,  Albert Einstein, Wolfgang Pauli, Erwin Schrödinger, Max Born, Paul Dirac, Alexander Bogdanov,  Carl Jung,  Pablo Picasso-- and others into the strange, often paradoxical mysteries of a reality based on quantum science apart from the safety of materialism and classical physics.

Chronicling his own experience building a foundation of understanding of quantum mechanics which he has characterized as Relational, Rovelli discusses such unexpected byways along the way as the writings of 2nd century Buddhist Abbott, Nagarjuna, author of the Mūlamadhyamakakārikā (Fundamental Verses of the Middle Way), and the political dispute between Vladimir Lenin and Alexander Bogdanov over whether quantum mechanics was revolutionary enough.  Bogdanov argued that Comrade Lenin's impulse to purge science of uncertainty that did not fit with a materialist understanding of history was itself counterrevolutionary if it denied how the cosmos worked.   On the contrary, the new understanding of physics, dependent as it was on acknowledging the equality of all perspectives in understanding Nature was itself supportive of the upheaval of classical structures that Lenin's revolution represented.  

In the end, Lenin's adherence to classical materialism won (and maybe contributed to the finitude of the era of actually existing socialism).  But Bogdanov is featured prominently in Rovelli’s Acknowledgements, with a photograph, right next to Heisenberg whose anecdote is the basis for the title of the book. In the course of explaining his belief that subjective reality is actually not “a problem” for a scientific understanding of consciousness, but rather an indicative example of what quantum mechanics teaches us about the fundamental importance of the relations of objects to each other in the scheme of how the cosmos works—as in crucial and wholly in keeping with quantum mechanics’ discovery of how matter comes about and behaves  (think Schrodinger’s cat and Uncertainty and Entanglement and the importance of the observation to the measurement and for that matter General Relativity—the connecting tissue being that nothing is “real” except in relation to every other thing), Rovelli tosses out a brutally to the point quote from Bogdanov:  

The individual is a bourgeois fetish.

Rovelli himself puts it this way:  

Everything we have been able to accomplish over the centuries has been achieved in a network of exchanges, collaborating.  This is why the politics of collaboration is so much more sensible and effective than the politics of competition . . . [ellipses Rovelli’s]

Reading Helgoland was for me a deep and beautiful experience.

Sunday, June 29, 2025

A Hole in One

Last summer, after Joe Biden's stupendous pratfall of the first debate, after Trump's weird iconic brush with death in Pennsylvania and with Biden's hard-won ejection from the race and the substitution of his Vice President at the top of the Democratic Ticket freshly transpired,  I saw one of the most frightening videos I think I had ever seen.    It was a digest of a golf game played for charity -- eighteen holes. Trump played with a golf pro I don't recall the name of at one of his clubs, I believe in New Jersey.   The pro was a clean cut bro with obvious barely contained admiration for his partner.  (They referred to each other as "Partner" so frequently between the two of them that I wanted to call in a gay marriage priest for them after a while.)

The video I learned later was taped within days of the debate-- one of the strangest moments of which involved Biden caught in a fib about his handicap and both candidates talking trash about the others' game-- but before Trump's momentous Pennsylvania rally and Biden's exit from the race.  In the video, Trump did not take advantage of Biden's absence or his sensational weakness to rub his face in his embarrassing self-exposure as a genuine dotard.  The subject of politics-- or of Biden's golf chops-- in fact never came up.  Instead the content of the video was a friendly and lively game of golf with Trump appearing to be in complete control.   He joked amiably, talking only golf as he drove the cart, arm draped over the steering wheel, speeding along the narrow path like he knew what he was doing. On the links he solicited and followed the sage, Caribbean-lilted advice of his wizened caddy, Neville, an oracle on the approach to take on each hole given current conditions and wind speeds and directions.  

I'm no golfer, but to my mind, Trump's game looked top notch.  I thought if Biden had stayed in the race, and this video had gone viral, it would have been over for the Democrats, and probably should have been. It was still a bit early to have formed an opinion about Kamala's chances, but the Trump of the golf video was immensely charismatic and dare I say, likable.  The decency of Trump keeping Biden's name out of his mouth when he could reasonably have been expected to lord his capacities over the dubious shell of a candidate-- of a human, and no doubt of a golfer-- that Biden had exposed himself to be was especially appealing.*

But there was a reason Trump had never seemed so likable to me: he was happily occupied with something other than absconding with the American treasury and imposing fascist rule on the rest of us.  The contrast with how Trump had been at the reins of American power made the point for itself: instead of making himself and the rest of us miserable with the nastiness of a return to political office, why did he not just retire to a life of unmitigated golf for the rest of his days?  What did he need with the headache of some dumb office he had already held that he was frankly lucky to escape with his life from?  Wouldn't it be better for him to happily engage in an activity that I admired his skill at rather than one at which his pathological incompetence kept me in a state of unrelenting pissed-off-ness.  Wasn't it better to have my admiration?  How could I convince him?

Maybe he'll read this and reconsider this fascism thing.

From https://trumpgolftrack.com/ June 30, 2025.  Woodrow Wilson (another presidential dickwad) reportedly played over 1000 rounds of golf in his 2 terms but he had only a 100 handicap. Wilson's green time makes Trump (on track to match his previous term's achievement of over 300 rounds for a total of more than 600 rounds in his two terms) look like a piker but in spite of a reputed tendency to take liberties with the game, Trump has an estimated handicap of 2-- a presidential best.  His habit has cost taxpayers an estimated $52M since January.  Come on, Partner.  It's time to retire and hit the green like you mean it.

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* Which, granted, could have been edited out by the channel it appeared on.  It's not like he wasn't capable of it.

Thursday, June 19, 2025

Midsummer Intra-Traumatic Dance Disorder

Ladaniva - Shakar


Celia Cruz & Johnny Pacheco - Quimbara


Fcukers - UMPA


Gang of Four - I Found That Essence Rare


Jun Miyake - Lilies of the Valley


Atarashii Gakko! - Candy



Hayk (apricota) & Arni Rock ft. Sone Silver - Taran Taran


Mike Kelley - Tijuana Hayride (from Day is Done - ft Tricia Ridgway)


Jermaine Stewart - We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off


Pascuala Ilabaca y Fauna - El Baile del Kkoyaruna (Dance of the Miner)


Oliver Tree - Swing and a Miss


Angela Autumn - Dancer


Pochonbo Electronic Ensemble - Chollima on the Wing


Cloth - Polaroid


Imani Coppola - Legend of a Cowgirl


Suburban Lawns - Flavor Crystals


The Yardbirds - Over Under Sideways Down


Ian Dury and the Blockheads - Wake Up and Make Love with Me (Live)


Mahala Rai Banda - Mahalageasca (Live)