Monday, December 31, 2018

books from 2018


Booklist for 2018

Several, or a few, people have been asking me to just make a list of the books that I read recently.  I guess I have been proselytizing a bit too much.  These same people have said, my God, how did you do it? How did you utterly transform your life in just a few short months, and how did you add twenty pounds of muscle why simultaneously dropping to a BMI of 4.  Because I’m full of shit!  I don’t even know if that’s a good BMI, and my life is only partially transformed.  But, this much is true.  I am at peace most of the time. I got here because I have incredible friends and supportive family, and I listened more than I have ever been required.  And, I read, and applied lessons, and took notes, and talked, and debated, and argued, and advised, and lectured.  Point being—I didn’t any of this on my own.  So, if you want to read what I’ve been ranting about at various times this year, or if you read my blog posts and thought “what the hell is he talking about?” it may be herein, or it may be that I have no idea what I was talking about.

Learned Optimism—Martin Seligman.  If you had psych 101, he is the guy that did the learned helpless experiments with the dogs.  The dogs can’t predict when they are shocked, they can’t leave the situation, so they learn to be helpless and no longer try to leave the situation even when there is a clear exit.  Poor dogs, right?  What psych 101 did not tell you is that they reconditioned the dogs and they regained the lost capacity.  Seligman is later challenged by a colleague who argues that he is onto something much bigger, a theory of learned optimism. Yes, the research now supports that optimism can be learned, and there are certain techniques to enhance it.  He also wrote a book called The Optimistic Child.   Why you should read it?  Depression might be a preventable condition with proper guidance.  The diagnosis of depression is stunningly consistent with the descriptions of the behavior observed in learned helplessness conditions.

Why Buddhism is True—Richard Wright.  Evolutionary psychologist persuasively argues that certain aspects of the philosophy of Buddhism are true in the sense that there is scientific evidence to support them.  Mindfulness meditation has been demonstrated to be effective in regulating emotions and stress.  Cognitive psychology has revealed that there is a massive amount of illusion that is generated by the mind for specific purposes—namely to protect us.  But, this is a condition that the mind has been provided as an evolutionary adaptation that served a particular purpose at a specific point in time.  We needed to make decisions that would protect our offspring and to procure resources.  Emotions serve the purpose of helping us to evaluate threats in this area and respond accordingly.  We no longer live in conditions where our survival literally depended on these instincts.  If you were part of a hunter gatherer tribe and you offended people taking their possessions, they kicked you out of the group, and that was a death sentence.  Today if you offend the group, they say mean stuff on Facebook, and it hurts (because we have the same biology) but you still can go to the store and not starve.  I could go on and on about this book.  It connected a whole bunch of thoughts in ways I had never thought of.  It set me on my course for further study in Buddhism.

The Way of Zen—Alan Watts.  Absolutely, the best place to start if you have any interest in knowing more about Zen.  He traces the path out of Mahayana Buddhism through China, where it intermingled with Taoism to produce Zen.  Zen becomes an export to Japan where it takes its own distinct shape.

An Outline of Mahayana Buddhism—Beatrice Lane Suzuki.  Distinguishes the two main sects of early Buddhism, Hinayana and Mahayana, the small and large vehicles.  Mahayana was an expansion of the Buddhist teaching that places the mind at the center, with less emphasis on the strict interpretations of text and custom, to arrive at the essence of the teaching. This is not my area of expertise by any means, but it strikes me as similar to the gnostic tradition in Christianity.  The Mahayana tradition also dispels the critique that Buddhism is self-centered and not fundamentally concerned with the salvation of others.  The Mahayana tradition takes the position that no one is to enter final enlightenment (nirvana) without first ushering in all sentient beings.  It is fundamentally concerned with the suffering of all beings.

An Outline of Zen Buddhism—D. T. Suzuki.  Very similar to the Alan Watts book, though slightly more in depth treatment.  It’s very good, I just can’t think of anything at the moment to distinguish it from the other book.

Drive—Daniel Pink.  Related to my professional development and dissertation, but it is popular material and worth reading.  Pink traces the development of about 20 years of social psychology material on motivation, extrapolates from the work of Ryan and Deci, Carol Dweck, the guy that wrote Flow (I can’t spell his name) and various business leaders.  This is distilled into three core themes that Pink believes drive employee motivation—autonomy, mastery, and purpose.  Good luck finding a job that gives you all three.  Personal opinion.

Zen in the Art of Archery—I forget, some German guy.  I could now care less.  I remember reading the book and for the first 50 pages it was ok at best.  Then the last two chapters nailed it.  Yesterday a Jewish friend tells me that the guy was actually a Nazi.  And so off to Wikipedia.  And, yeah apparently you can spend years learning Zen and end up being a Nazi.  Not that this should be considered shortcoming of Zen, plenty of German Christians managed to reconcile their beliefs.  I actually don’t recommend this book.  It’s seventy some pages and really nowhere near as informative as the others.

Zen and the Birds of Appetite—Thomas Merton.  Read if you are burning to have a much deeper exploration of Zen and how it parallels and contrasts with Christianity.  Thomas Merton is that rare scholar who can almost effortlessly translate heavy theological concepts into something accessible.  This book entirely changed my understanding of the “fall of man” and the condition of “separateness” that results from knowledge.  The Buddhists hold that the separation of the world into objects, creates a dualism, that in turn creates all of our suffering.  There is a series of debates in the latter chapters that are a correspondence between Merton and Suzuki.

Mindset—Carol Dweck.  I am still reading it.  The first several chapters were revealing.  I have a ton of Carol Dweck’s work but have not read enough of it.  I started reading Mindset, just to have a more superficial grasp on her theory.  There is nothing terribly complicated here, it’s almost intuitive.  What is revealing is how pervasive it can be, and how it shapes behaviors that can remain entrenched for years.  I am still in the section on business leaders, but I can’t help but think of the lines in an earlier chapter—“I could have been…”  I spent forty years of my life with way too much of that mindset.

The Art of Loving—Erich Fromm.  The psychoanalyst that finally strikes the proper balance, in more ways than just the sexes.  It is dated, there are comments that could still be regarded as sexist, there is a painfully out of date comment on homosexuality.  But, there are arguments about how capitalism has shaped our present notions of love, that make it still relevant today, quite possibly even more relevant. There are painful takeaways. There is the recognition that so much of what we believe about love, is relative to our specific time and place, painfully removed from a much richer history, painfully underdeveloped and then spent or traded away as a commodity. Love is an art.  It is born of process, as in any art.  Like other mindsets we learn when it grows.  Where it is not growing, it is not love. Love and growth are iterative, and byproduct of each other.  If you don’t believe me look at your child’s picture from year to year.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

5 Practical Uses of Facebook Recommendations (McSweeney's reject)



I will be doing a lot more writing on Action Research/Action Science in the coming weeks, since it is the chosen methodology for my dissertation.  You do not need to know much about this other than that it is collaborative in nature, and consists of cycles of plan, act, observe, reflect.  This research is a labor.  I have managed to find enjoyment here and there, but there is nothing hilarious about it.  Most of you know that I enjoy comedy.  I was lamenting to some friends that I had no time to participate in that part of my being.  I have had an urge to try improv, because it connects with the part of me that has been studying Zen.  I will get to it eventually, just to prove that I fear very little anymore.  I have found a lot of purpose in writing and doing, and like the other material I keep posting on the blog, this is stuff I just toss out to the universe because a) it triggers more thought b) I have to dump these thoughts to focus c) I have no idea what to do with them d) it makes me a better writer and more familiar with my material e) reading post structuralist hermeneutics is fun in only half hour increments.

In the spirit of Action Science:
Plan: I should really work humor into this whole venture so that I don’t feel dead inside
Act: I shall post ridiculous recommendation requests to Facebook
Observe: This is funny
Reflect: Ok, this may have been way funnier in my head. But, I now have an idea for my novel involving a bunker and the one man who thought to collect artificial organs instead of canned goods.  That’s funny, and practical, and a potential and dwindling pile of baboons will appreciate the effort at humor.  See how that works?



1.       Anyone know where I can buy a Jarvik 7? NWOT. Thnx.

M.R.:   Artificial heart?  Actually I might.

R.R:   M. I am trying to make a DIY bagpipe for a competition.  Only entertaining serious offers.

M.R.:   R.R. I wish you luck my friend, ambitious undertaking.

R.R:    Also, good to have one on hand for the coming apocalypse.  Everyone is thinking of canned goods for their bunker.  Guarantee you that nobody is thinking about artificial organs.  There’s gonna be some sorry ass people come judgment day. Someone is gonna be like “this worthless baboon was an incompatible donor. Does anybody have a Jarvik 7?  Maybe a 4? Must we start at square 1?

2.       Does anyone know a plumber with possible pet psychic abilities?

S.F.:  Do you really need a plumber?? Because I work for a wholesale plumbing supply company and know dozens of plumbers now : )
R.R.  S.F. here’s the thing, I have a tub filled with waterfowl. I tried Ouija.  They suck at it.  There little webbed feet kick that damn cursor all over the place.  Tub has a slow leak.”
D.E.  S. doesn’t sound like he needs a plumber, sounds like he needs a cat.”
R.R   D.E.  I don’t know if I was clear.  I don’t want to be rid of these birds.  They’re picking lottery numbers.

3.  Does anyone know if there is a laser eye surgery provider that also does laser hair removal?
D.E.  Probably.  My dentist does botox for wrinkles now…
R.R.   D.E.  I am worried that my eyelashes are too full.  I was thinking of having them laser beam out every third one.  But it could just be blurry vision, so gonna try the eye fix first.
J.P.: (face palm)
R.R :  J.P. back up plan. I don’t know if you are aware but the 90’s are coming back, big time.  if the eyes check out, I may get those hash lines laser carved into my eyebrows.  I also need to get just my left ear pierced.

4.  Non-emergent tattoo removal?
L.S.: (Mr. Clean ad)
R.R.: Tried it.
L.S.: Hi traffic area?  (Resolve ad)
R.R: Left bicep, big tattoo of a heart, says MOM.  Home for the holidays, found out I was adopted.  Done with this shit.
K.R. (brother): Lies, if it was on your bicep it would be a really tiny tattoo.
R.R.:  K.R. I still need to get the face one removed.  I was so heartbroken that I went and got a teardrop.  Now nobody wants to come near me.  Except for male teens who keep nodding there approval.  These kids are in touch with their feelings—is this that Emo you were talking about?  Sensitive 70’s making a comeback, big time!

5.  Does anyone know a Buddhist monk that also does children’s parties? Thnx.
J. F.: They’re quite common in Lost Angeles. Have you posted your request there?”
L. S.: fatchurchhomeentertainers.com
R.R: Aww, you guys are the best.  Gonna be a tight year and I wanted to get the kids acquainted with “nothingness.”  If he can chant that’s even better, it will help me ignore questions like “Dad, what’s a nothingcake?”
J.B: You could always give them the children’s version of the feel-good classic Being and Nothingness.
R.R:  J.B. what a wonderful idea.  I’ve been trying to explain that the “void” is the true source of all gifts, and that everything returns to this state.  The younger one gets it.  My oldest is out back digging around in the sinkhole.  That kid is too literal.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

In Memoriam


In Memoriam 

It’s not an obituary—many of my blogposts end up being way more about me than I would like them to be.  I note this at the outset, because this post is of a very specific nature and I wish to express the significance of the person as selflessly as I can.  I’m in this weird space of my own life where things just happen now, and sometimes it takes days before I can make sense of the relevance.  This was the case on Thursday morning when I received a text from my mother that stated: “Dad got a call from Aunt Betty that Aunt Shirley passed away this morning.  We don’t know any more than that.”

After a day, thoughts started to come to me, and I thought particularly about the “we don’t know any more than that.”    So, I figured I would share some things that I did know.  I may get details slightly inaccurate, but this is what I remember. Aunt Shirley was from Virginia, and had an unmistakable southern accent, distinct from my Grandmother’s other sisters.  She sent my brother and I Christmas gifts every year.  There is a cookbook from Virginia still in my Mother’s house with unmistakably Southern recipes that are probably taking years off of my life.  She had an angelic voice, if she had been born in New York she might have been an opera singer.  I know she sang in the church.

I know that she married John Parker, and they raised her only son Jimmy.  I never knew John.  My Father tells me that he was a good guy.  I never knew cousin Jimmy.  He passed away after briefly surviving a car accident in 1970.  The Aunt Shirley that I knew often came to visit with her sister Betty, or with her friend Jim Steele.  They made it to my brother’s wedding, where we secretly discussed Virginia going blue for Obama, away from other family.  I was at the reception dinner with Val and my eldest son Aiden who was probably no more than one.  She asked me when I was getting married, and told me that I had better “get to it” because it was getting harder to travel.  In a month Val and I married quietly at the Justice of the Peace, to no fanfare.  I know that she probably would have traveled even for something like that.

A few years ago, her friend Jim passed.  I remember my Father consoling her on the phone, and saying specifically that “Jim was family.”  I regret that we did not live closer.  I don’t know much about the last few years and I regret that I won’t be able to attend her service.  Aunt Shirley could not make it to her sister’s service (my Grandmother) due to weather and recent surgery. This was somewhere around 2000. She made it to multiple weddings after this date.  And she visited my Grandmother in the declining years of Alzheimer’s long after my Grandmother forgot her, because this is what you do. 

My Grandmother’s service was a small affair, very few people, which is what happens when you outlive everyone.  At 21 this made me profoundly sad.  Part of the purpose of my writing is that Aunt Shirley also outlived many of the prominent figures in her life, but she had even less family than my Grandmother.  I’m sure it weighed on her that she could not make the service.  But, around this time she sent her yearly Christmas gift which included the unpublished manuscript that my Grandmother had written following the death of her youngest son Neil (my uncle).  This was ten times more meaningful.

I remember her sense of humor and her warmth.  She loved music.  I have a memory of her sitting in my room.  I must have been in high school because I remember she was inquisitive about my taking up the guitar.  “You know, my Jimmy was in a band.”  She said softly, proudly.  
She was a character, you could just tell.  Last year she contacted my Father and announced that she was getting married.  There was understandable concern, following Jim’s recent passing.

As I conclude here—I want to get to the heart of why Aunt Shirley was so relevant to me today--the what occurs to me after a few days.  I am pretty sure, that I am that character in my family.  I suspect I will be like that oil tycoon who met the playmate who took half his fortune. Why not get married in your 90's?  I am pretty sure it is precisely that spirit which allows you to live 90 plus years in a life that often did not go as hoped or planned.  At 40, that’s me.  She’s my family model of finding hope, year after year despite the tragedies.  She did that for nearly a century.  I can only hope I have strength like that—that I’m still invited to weddings at 85 and still traveling to make them.  There are days where a stubborn part of me cannot give up on an afterlife, probably out of hope. I need there to be a place where one goes to see the face of your only child whom you have missed for fifty years.  That is my hope for her.

She was family.  She was my type of family.