Category Archives: Americana

Reading ‘Sapians’ while watching the Tahoe Iron Man Race

Americana, Psychological Musings, Religion

Iron Man (1 of 1)[As] human societies grew ever larger and more complex,while the imagined constraints sustaining the social order also became more elaborate. Myths and fictions accustomed people, nearly from the moment of birth, to think in certain ways, to behave in accordance with certain standards, to want certain things, and to observe certain rules. They thereby created artificial instincts that enabled millions of strangers to coöperate effectively. This network of artificial instincts is called ‘culture’.
Sapiens A Brief History of Mankind by Yuval Noah Harari

We went to Michele’s family cabin at Squaw Valley over the weekend just to have a change of pace. When we got there, we realized it was the weekend of the second annual – they call it Second Annual but it is the third year as smoke from fires cancelled last year’s event – what is billed as IRONMAN LAKE TAHOE. On Sunday, after mistakenly not recording the Singapore Grand Prix – in which Hamilton DNF’ed – and not liking the start of a bad 49er game, we walked along part of the course to the finish area. It was a warm day, probably in the low 80°s, and the air had the familiar dry smell of the East Side, atleast until we got to the golf course. It was a perfect day for a walk

The Tahoe Ironman starts with a swim in Lake Tahoe of 2.4 miles, then a 112 mile bike ride – it’s not really a ride ride, the contestants are the peddlers – and ends with a marathon. (In my old, out-of-shape opinion, any section would require an Ironperson.) The first finishers started drifting in a little after four in the afternoon, after starting with a 6:45 AM swim!, and they looked to be in shockingly good shape. The winner had a time of nine hours and thirty nine minutes and he did a little jig as he crossed the finish line. Ironman (1 of 1)-2

The most memorable moments – and by moments, I mean sights in time – were not the guys at the front of the race but the guys at the end of the pack. The marathon is two laps from Squaw to almost Tahoe City, on the bike path by the Truckee River, so there are people going both ways for a large portion of the race. After watching at the finish line for a while, we started wandering back to the cabin, stopping to admire the high tech bikes, Ironman (1 of 1)and then walking back to the cabin along the race route. It was getting towards evening and we watched one guy – who looked to be in great shape – ride in on his bike. That meant that he still had a marathon to run and it was almost 6.

As we walked, I began to watch the runners. It was impossible to tell if they were on their first lap with about sixteen miles to go or on their last lap with one mile to go and in my imagination I thought about how discouraging it must be to be that far back. It was getting dark and the runners left were few, they looked beat. In my imagination, they were discouraged by how much longer it took than they expected. It got darker and as we walked by the lonely water girls, Ironman (1 of 1)-3

something amazing started happening. Runners started putting on headlamps. My imaginary runner disappeared, replaced by the real runner who knew, when she started, that she would be running in the dark, in the mountain cold, on an almost empty course, on an almost empty tank. That takes an amazing spirit, I think more than the guy who won.

But that spirit is not enough because people are not equal – they are not born with the same abilities or have jobs that allows for equal training time – and an amazing spirit is not enough to overcome that.

I have been reading Sapiens A Brief History of Mankind by Yuval Noah Harari and parts of it have rocked me. When Harari compares The Code of Hammurabi to the Declaration of Independence, by comparing If a man destroy the eye of another man, they shall destroy his eye. If one break a man’s bone, they shall break his bone. If one destroy the eye of a freeman or break the bone of a freeman he shall pay one mana of silver. If one destroy the eye of a man’s slave or break a bone of a man’s slave he shall pay one-half his price to all men are created equal, and then says that both positions are equally valid from a biological or evolutionary point of view, I am rocked. When he says neither is more moral, I think, How can that be?.

Years ago, I did a little bit of volunteer work on several Spiritual retreats for shell shocked, body bashed, veterans and their equally shocked families. During a break, a guy I was working, another ex E-5 type, said something like There is no morality without God. I wasn’t particularly shocked even though the group leader was a Buddhist, but I was a little offended. My world view does not include a God who makes rules about morality – or chemistry for that matter – and passes them down to mankind. But if neither biology or evolution make rules on morality, if the only natural rules are what works to pass on DNA, where do I get my rules? (And, man! do I have rules.)  Where do those rules, that I believe in the core of my being, come from?

If they are only constructs and those constructs are no better than, say, a Afghan tribesman’s construct, let’s say a tribesman who is trying to sell his thirteen year old daughter who he owns, where does that leave me? It is hard to be morally superior if those morals are not morally better. Without God, where does that morality come from? It obviously isn’t self evident. If nature gives different individuals different abilities and different chances, who are we to say that people are equal and should thereby be treated equally? Where does the authority for the morality we know to be right in our very being – in our soul, if you believe in that sort of thing – come from? Surely it must be more than just culture.

A couple of thoughts after watching most of the world’s longest debate

Americana, Politics

Repub debate (1 of 1)My first impression of the Republican Debate last Wednesday is that the candidates live in a different world than I do. In their world, the economy was doing great until Obama became president, 9-11 apparently happened on Clinton’s watch after which Bush the Younger did keep us safe, and the possibility of making a deal with Iran will result in the end of the world as we know it. Trump even said that, if Israel goes to war against Iran, we will have to take Iran’s side.

Everybody expected the debate to revolve around Trump and he did get the more airtime than anybody else – to a great extent because the debate rules gave everybody the time to answer attacks and the other candidates were constantly attacking him – but I don’t think he was the center of the debate. Watching Trump, I was reminded of  the George Cohan quote, I don’t care what you say about me, as long as you say something about me, and as long as you spell my name right. I went into the debate thinking that Trump is an egomaniac and I was not disappointed but I also kept thinking Trump has hit a nerve and the Democrats keep thinking that there is no nerve there, I think that is a mistake.

At one point, Trump and Carly Fiorina tussled and I was surprised at how much Trump knew about Fiorina’s Hewlett Packard career  disastrous experience (I was also surprised that he knew the word persona). We live less than ten driving miles away from HP and Fiorina’s mistakes were big news here and I think Trump was pretty much right. About the time the smart money was realizing that computers were becoming a commodity in a saturated market, Fiorina forced a $19 billion merger with computer manufacturer Compaq that is still haunting the company. If I were going to vote for a business person for President – and I won’t because government and business are very different, business is a dictatorship designed to operate in secret to make money and government should be open and transparent, helping people; it is a stupid idea, just look at Chaney – I would vote for Trump over Fiorina.

As an aside, that is not to say that either Trump or Fiorina are stupid. They both know how to take care of themselves: Trump bankrupted four companies while making money for himself and Fiorina was fired and given a Twenty Million Dollar severance package to get her out of the trashed HP. End aside.

The three people I liked the best were Rand Paul,  Ben Carson, and John Kasich, the Governor of Ohio. Maybe I should say The three people who I started out liking best because each of them would start out saying something that make sense and then they would wander off into fantasyland. Like Rand Paul saying For every Kentuckian that has enrolled in Obamacare, 40 have been dropped from their coverage, or, from Ben Carson, A lot of people who go into prison straight, and when they come out they’re gay, or my fave from Rand Paul, again, saying The president is advocating a drone strike program in America. 

The three people I liked worst were Jeb! Bush who wants to put Margaret Thatcher on the ten dollar bill – WTF? – Mike Huckabee who wants to make the USA a theocracy, and Ted Cruz who wants to shut the government down.

It is a sobering thought that one of these guys will end up actually running for President.

Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates

Americana

…that the struggle, in and of itself, has meaning.

That wisdom is not unique to our people but I think it has special meaning to those of us born out of mass rape, whose ancestors were carried off and divided up into policies and stocks. I have raised you to respect every human being as singular, and you must extend that same respect into the past. Slavery is not an indefinable mass of flesh. It is a particular,  specific enslaved woman, whose mind is as active as your own, whose range of feelings is as vast as your own; who prefers the way the light falls in a particular spot in the woods, who enjoys fishing where the water eddies in a nearby stream, who loves her mother in her own complicated way, who thinks her sister talks too loud, has a favorite cousin, a favorite season, who excels in dressmaking and knows, inside herself, that she is as intelligent and capable as anyone. “Slavery” is this same woman born in a world that loudly proclaims its love of freedom and inscribed this love in its sacred texts, a world in which these same professors hold this woman a slave, hold her mother a slave, hold her father a slave, her daughter a slave, and when this woman peers back into the generations all she sees is the enslaved. She can hope for more. She can imagine some future for her grandchildren. But when she dies, the world – which is really the only world she can ever know – ends. For this woman, enslavement is not a parable. It is damnation. It is the never-ending night. And the length of that night is most of our history. Never forget that for 250 years black people were born into chains – whole generations followed by more generations who knew nothing but chains. Ta-Nehisi Coates in Between the World and Me.

I’m not sure what more to say about Between the World and Me except that this book is about how dangerous it is to grow up black in the United States, especially for boys becoming men. The conceit of the book is that it is a letter to Ta-Nehisi”s son on that son’s becoming a man but the book is really a polemic against the fiction of the American Dream. The book is an easy book to read even if it is uncomfortable at times. Do I think every thinking  white American should read Between The World and Me? Yes.

The trouble with The Trouble With Trump

Americana
Brendan McDermid/Reuters
Brendan McDermid/Reuters

They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.Donald Trump

I’ve been reading comments, from all my friends on facebook, that the people who like Donald Trump are stupid and I don’t agree. In a New Yorker article, about a week or two ago, they described a typical Trump follower, She worked at a furniture company, she said. “But the industry went down the tubes.” Her husband, Charlie, used to build household electricity meters at a General Electric plant, until the job moved to Mexico. Now he parks cars at a hospital. They weren’t exactly living the American Dream, but they had good jobs and now they don’t.

These are the kind of people who – 25 to 50 years ago – could have reasonably expected their kids to go to a good state college and move up to a white-collar job. Now they get paid way less and that once inexpensive college costs way more. These are the kind of people who could have reasonably expected to have a decent retirement from their company pension and are now worried about being homeless. They have voted for Democrats and Republicans and it doesn’t make much difference, their lives just keep getting worse. They played by the rules and they got poorer while the rich – who seem to have a different set of rules – just get richer.

Now, Donald Trump comes along, and he doesn’t fit any stereotype, he is that rare bird, a Republican populist. Somehow, that gives hope to alot of people. They think that in influx of Mexicans who are willing to work cheap has lowered their wages and they think that the various trade deals have made the rich richer but left them poorer and they are – at least partially – right.

It doesn’t mean that they are stupid, it just means that they don’t think the usual suspects give a damn about them.

 

 

Looking for the elusive Pagani in a world of excess

Americana, California, Cars, Local events

Monterey 15 (1 of 1)-6Last Wednesday and Thursday, Michele and I were stuck in – what seemed like – an endless traffic jam. It was great.

To back up, a couple of weeks ago, Michele suggested we go down to the Monterey Peninsula to see a small car show – small as in only 45 cars, not small as in tiny cars; that would be The Little Car Show +, an entirely different show  – The Mission Classic, in the middle of the week. Not just any week, The Monterey Car Extravaganza Week, the annual get together of cars and car people which has become the biggest car week in the automotive universe. The Week is intense and getting more so every year. There are art shows, tours, nine different car shows, nineteen different car auctions, four days of vintage car racing, and an entire week of lustful car watching much of it while sitting in a traffic jam with other car nuts. It is the only time I don’t mind being stuck in traffic because there is sure to be a couple of interesting cars stuck nearby.

Michele’s suggestion was prompted by her reading that a Pagani Huayra would be at the Mission Classic and, knowing that the Pagani Huayra has become my Holy Grail, she proposed we spend a couple of days on the Monterey Peninsula, looking for it. I have not spent a night during The Week, in years. I used to during the seventies and eighties, but now I will run down for one day, usually with Malcolm and usually at the races . Michele has gone down a couple of times for the races but she has never spent the night, so it was a shock to both of us just how immersed one gets just driving around.

The bigger shock, although not entirely unexpected, was just how much money is involved. When I asked Michele what her first impression was, she said How many rich people there are in one place. Sure, car people come in all wealth brackets – a kid driving a $8,000 1964 Corvair lives in a different world than the old man driving a $1, 500,000 Ferrari LaFerrari, but the Ferrari people – and even more so, the Lamborghini people – take up more psychic space.Monterey 15 (1 of 1)-3 We drive around, seeing cars worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, just casually parked, with the people walking by on car overload, not even noticing. Monterey 15 (1 of 1) Monterey 15 (1 of 1)-2To increase their exposure Ferrari has even taken over a historic gas station/gift shop at Carmel Highlands, to make it a Ferrari dealership/gift shop/owner oasis. retreat. Inside Ferrari Owners could relax with great wines and food – including the best prosciutto I have ever had and an excellent cappuccino – safely gated off from the hoi polli.Monterey 15 (1 of 1)-5Monterey 15 (1 of 1)-4Outside the Owner Oasis, people – prequalified and almost all men type people – were lined up to take a test drive in one of several Ferrari models. It was hard not to think of the one percent and not in an entirely positive way. Them that’s got shall get, the great Billie Holiday sang, So the Bible said and it still is news. I get the feeling that it was not news here. Here, at the ad hoc Ferrari place, everybody gets the free lunch.

To be contin