Why You're Here:

You've said to yourself, "beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine."

You've often thought about what it would have been like to drop acid with Groucho Marx.

You know that until you measure it, an electron is everywhere, and your mind reels at the implications.

You'd like to get drunk on the wine from my sweet, sweet mind grapes.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

What I Want to Get Across Regarding Eastern Philosophy and Quantum Physics

It began when I was in high school. My mom would cut out and give to me articles on quantum physics from magazines and newspapers. She bought me Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time. (Ooh!ooh!ooh! I get to tell you my favorite famous person sighting. Driving up a canyon just outside Aspen, Colorado, on a glorious summer day in 1996, I and my rag-tag band of merry men spot a group of people walking down the two-lane road toward us, one in a wheelchair...and damn if it isn't him! As we passed, I thought "Whoa...I was just inches away from the smartest dude on the planet...and I knew he was thinking the exact same thing!)

Anyway, back to the show. I never really knew then why she did this (though I do now, but that's a topic for another day), but I read the articles and did my best to get through the book. That was tough stuff and I was no scientist, but I recall taking away the feeling, the feeling that comes from thinking about what lies just beyond the edge of the ever-expanding universe, or what preceded the Big Bang.

Over the years, I continued to read articles and follow stories in the news about developments in the field, but it wasn't something I ever wanted to study. My brain just don't swing that way, academic-wise. But a desire to know, to understand, to have your brain's reach exceed its grasp? Yeah, I could dig that. Dig it the most.

So that's the start. I think I'm gonna parcel out the chronology over the course of several posts. All at once just wouldn't do. Which is appropriate: I wasn't gonna get familiar with quantum physics all at once. In fact, my paltry understanding has taken me years and years and years.

Where's the eastern philosophy part? Well, chronologically we're not there yet, but I will say my interest in and understanding of eastern philosophy--including but not limited to Tibetan and Japanese Buddhism--would not have occurred or been possible without quantum physics.

As a place-saver and appetite-whetter I'll leave you with the following: quantum physics and Buddhism are two sides of the same coin. Maybe on the surface that seems glib or even obvious, maybe not. But the implications...oh, the implications! See, that's the business end of things as far as I'm concerned: the meaning of objectivity, how it may not be any different from subjectivity, the interconnectedness of all things, our ability to influence the world around us in ways we dimly understand, how we communicate and understand each other....you know, stuff like that, that's what I want to talk about.

Learning about and thinking about this stuff has changed how I see the world and changed it for the better. That's why I want to share it with you. It's taken me years, and many books and many hours, but I think I can provide you a shortcut, because I've reached a point where I should be able to squeeze all this stuff out of my brain and direct it through my fingertips. I'm well aware there's more than a wee bit of hubris involved in such an undertaking. But that's how my brain works best--analyzing, understanding and then synthesizing information. The synthesis part, that's what I like best and it's what I think will be of interest to you.

That's how I do--I come correct with conclusions hot and fresh out the kitchen.

Stay tuned to this space because it's high time for a chautauqua.
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Friday, May 29, 2009

Time For Some Live Music

There was a time when I was johnny-on-the-spot when it came to seeing live music--both bands I knew and liked as well as up-and-comers I was curious to check out. Sadly, the last live music I can remember was Radiohead at the Hollywood Bowl (last summer?), and that was due to a friend's largesse.



Before that...I have no idea.

Which brings me to this upcoming Sunday. On the strength of a short review in The New Yorker of the band and its most recent album, I picked up a ticket on Craigslist to see Brooklyn natives Grizzly Bear play a sold out show at the Music Hall of Williamsburg. Well, that review and then a blog review that started off this way, "Reviewing a Grizzly Bear album is not the same as reviewing any other album." Are you kidding me? That is the most pretentious fucking thing I've ever heard! I read no further out of principle, or disgust, or I dunno what, but I have to admit it really pinned the needle in the red on my intrigue meter.

It's been a long time since I've seen a band without having heard a single note. I must say, this fact quite excites me. And I can't wait to descend into the belly of the beast to see this hipster-beloved band playing a triumphant hometown show mere days after releasing a new album to rave reviews. In Williamsburg no less, the literal ground zero of the HD nation. My head might explode if I'm not careful.

For the curious among you who haven't heard them (and clearly don't wear super-skinny jeans and unreasonable amounts of purple and turquoise), here they are on Letterman playing a song from their last album:


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Thursday, May 28, 2009

Can You Tell Me How To Get....

How To Get To Sesame Street?



Happy 40th birthday to the enduring spawn of the Children's Television Workshop.

When it comes to learning how to count, how can you possibly beat tripped-out early 70s animation, steel drums, and the Pointer Sisters? Answer: you fucking can't.



This post was brought to you by the letters L and O and the number 7.

UPDATE! I'd be remiss if I tossed up some SS links and didn't give you this one. I don't care if you've seen it. Watch it again.


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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Anecdotal Evidence

Is there anything it can't prove? Like basketball teams with inferior talent should always use the full-court press? Oh, Malcolm, sometimes you're too clever for your own good!

Anyway, I'm making this post to say I've gone 3 and a half weeks without a cigarette. This time without the help of the patch. And I've got to admit, the driving force behind this solid, albeit short-lived, accomplishment is the ludicrously high price of cigarettes in New York City. In my weaker moments I snap out of it and think "Ten bucks!?!?!" I love me some Parliament Lights, make no mistake. But F that noise. So I will concede that my experience anecdotally supports the effectiveness of sin taxes, however regressive (and just plain no fun) such taxes might be.

But even in the face of such a concession, I will continue to laugh in your face--heartily and with abandon--if you try to prove a point to me by telling me "yeah, but the same thing happened to me that one time." Seriously. Shut up. And peer review your shit before you come at me like that. Refer to a respected journal. Hell, tell me what you saw on Animal Planet while waiting at the veterinarian's office. Just don't tell me what happened to you! That's a fact, Jack!

But just like the man in the big suit sang:

Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don't do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don't stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape

(check out this pre-big suit, super-funky 1980 live version complete with backup soul singers and Adrian Belew wailing away on guitar)
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Thursday, May 21, 2009

And Another Thing...

Film festivals, revival houses. This is just the sort of thing I was looking forward to when I moved here. I think I'll be able to see 6 of them.
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