Archive for March, 2008

I Sing the Body Electric

Kristoff op-eds us “‘With a Few More Brains …’. Too bad he couldn’t give us some. A good read, really.

Then there’s this embarrassing fact about the United States in the 21st century: Americans are as likely to believe in flying saucers as in evolution.

Only one American in 10 understands radiation, and only one in three has an idea of what DNA does. One in five does know that the Sun orbits the Earth …oh, oops.

“America is now ill with a powerful mutant strain of intertwined ignorance, anti-rationalism, and anti-intellectualism,” Susan Jacoby argues in a new book, “The Age of American Unreason.” She blames a culture of “infotainment,” sound bites, fundamentalist religion and ideological rigidity for impairing thoughtful debate about national policies.

Yea, that and fear of being called a liberal intilickedchewel

Speaking of brains….

Maryland’s electric bills are atrocious.

Maryland is the wealthiest state in the union, according to the U.S. Census bureau, and partially deregulated. Electricity however is limited, according to The Maryland Public Policy Institute, to availability - which means limited by the lines which carry it. The wealthier the state the less likely the population wants nasty old electric lines around their living space, underground or not. Wealthier folks don’t want new plants surrounding them either, for both environmental and aesthetic concerns. Due to fights over the plant placement. All this will certainly delay any new plants, as the population grows, so will my bill.

Skipping the talk on macroeconomics and control of commodities prices, because I’m not an economist, I am going to admit I’m rather stunned to know, because I didn’t know this, that my electricity is high and will go higher partially because of the wealth of the state.

Another fact which stunned me was that although I have control over when I use electricity, and the price of it fluctuates by season, day, and time thereof, I am still charged a flat rate.

I’m not sure why I thought I was actually charged less if I did my wash - in my new to this apartment energy saving go green front loading washer and dryer – at the time of day when less electricity was used. I assumed, with the electric company always calling for less use during peak times, because it was cheaper, that they meant cheaper for me.

Call me stupid.

I Sing The Body Electric:

1. A Walt Whitman poem contained in his 1855 compilation Leaves of Grass

2.A 1969 collection of short stories by Ray Bradbury, including a story of the same name.

3. A song from the 1980 film Fame.

4. The Title of Jazz Fusion band Weather Report’s tenth album.

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New Ageism Burnout, Fearing The New Consciousness.

Early evening spent at a bar and eatery with friends where we watched Davidson beat….someone better than them ….can’t remember sorry, and where we spent much time discussing Obama with a rowdy group of people from Pennsylvania.

These good folks assured me what I read was true, PA was expecting to see more of Obama. These guys were complaining so persistently I considered hoping into my car to head up to PA - a brief hop skip and ride on a most deadly two lane highway - to park myself on the side of the road to start proselytizing in his stead.

Alas, it was almost eleven and I had to get home before I turned into the raggedy hearth cleaning ella-like woman, so I had to let it go.

My future SIL bought me a copy of A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose (Oprah’s Book Club, Selection 61)- um huh. She says she wants me to read it, so we can sit around and discuss it while drinking wine. This after I saw her on Easter and she mentioned how she was reading it and participating in an online event having something to do with Oprah.

I actually fear that new consciousness others seem so desperate to arrive at. I believe we have the consciousness we are supposed to have, though assuredly some have had their consciousness altered by environment, experience, or mind altering substances. The thought of living on an earth full of people willing to spend their money, but more disturbingly their time, discussing in an online forum a book which is supposed to help them live in the present moment, (what moment do they think they live in), when they could be out there in their community doing something to raise that elusive consciousness disturbs me.

I’ll probably read it on the plane to Mexico despite my nagging fear the plane will be full of new ageists trying to reach their new consciousness, or even worse that some of them might have attained their spiritual goal and will want to share it with the person who happens to be sitting next to them reading the book.

My just past “present moment” involved going to the local home store to get gas for my very small grill for my vegetable kabobs for this evening. An evening spent sitting around watching basketball and discussing the world with those like myself who already live in the present moment and do not need their consciousness jarred to another level of pop culture reality.

Anyway, it was to my surprise to find that a tank of gas is double the price it was last summer. DOUBLE.

Guess I lost that “present moment” for a time.

Peace

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