Nov
03
2011

Occupy

Fascinated as I was with the 1960s when I was younger I spent the better part of my college years studying social change movements. From the Civil Rights movement to the anti-Vietnam War movement, these schools of thought and marches and gatherings caused significant upheaval. While they weren’t as born of impulse or altruism and while they didn’t leave as big a mark on American culture as their proponents would have us believe, these movements did for better or worse make change. They also made it seem in retrospect as if there wasn’t much left for future generations to change. This is part of what makes looking at the Occupy movements happening in the U.S. and around the globe so hard for me to get my head around.

First, let’s talk about Occupy as a banner heading. I get it. The protestors are using the oldest confrontation tactic in the book: show up and don’t go away. But I have a real philosophical problem with the concept of “occupation” as a viable populist movement. Occupation implies that those being occupied are the rightful owners or dwellers or possessors of what is being occupied. Indeed, one commentator I heard on MSNBC several weeks ago remarked that Wall Street is from a Native American perspective already occupied. While I think this complaint stretches too far back too specifically into history to be legitimate as stated it does make a valid point about how the widening wealth gap in America disproportionately affects Native Americans, African Americans, Latinos, and other minorities. It also sharpens the focus on part of the problem I have with the Occupy movement.

Occupation as the name for what the philosophy, rather than the execution, of this movement legitimizes the idea that the bankers, hedge fund traders, and other denizens of the financial world who are largely the movement’s targets, have a right to act the way they’re acting. In fact, this movement should be stressing the opposite idea: that these bankers, traders, and financial manipulators actually owe the American people a public service debt. Propublica has a handy list of firms who took and returned bail out money. Sort it by the “Revenue to Gov’t” column to find out which firms gave money back.

Of the 926 firms that took bail out money from the U.S. Treasury 623 of them have paid zero dollars back. Admittedly, not all of the firms listed are in the financial sector (19 are classified as “State Housing Orgs” and 4 are classified in the “auto company” category), and some firms, like Bank of America, are listed twice: once as a bank and once as a mortgage servicer. When you eliminate the car companies and the state housing funds, which were set up to provide innovation to states hardest hit by the housing value crash you’re left with a staggering figure: 74%

Seventy-four percent of the companies that took U.S. taxpayers’ money to prop up their businesses or help inject life into the U.S. economy have paid back not one red cent. And since the U.S. economy is really no better off than it was when the bail out money was paid out to those firms it’s clear that the implied mandate of those loans wasn’t fulfilled, unless, of course, you count paying out millions of dollars in bonuses to investment bank staff.

Based on the interest free use of taxpayer money doesn’t logic dictate that those occupying Wall Street aren’t really usurpers but are instead the rightful owners of those firms’ outputs and profits?

It seems like a simplistic take but it’s also an approach that in all the coverage I’ve read of the Occupy movement, both progressive and conservative, no one has seemed to bring up.

Flyer from Bank Transfer Day

The other thing that makes it so hard for me to get my head around the Occupy movement is not the fact that they don’t have a coherent set of goals and demands. I kind of like the fact that the movement is inchoate even a month later. No, what makes it so hard for me to get my head around Occupy is that it’s happening in my adult life.

I look at the movement, one I don’t have the leeway to participate in because for better or worse I am employed full time (and yes, I realize even as much as I hate my job how brilliantly lucky this makes me at this point), and I have to wonder if this is how my grandmother felt looking at the anti-Vietnam War protests on TV and in the streets. She was 58 in 1968, still working full-time, with the last one just about to leave the nest. I know she didn’t support the war; we talked about it years later when I was in college. And I know she wasn’t stupid so she understood both the deeper political reasons why U.S. involvement in Vietnam was a bad idea as much as she understood the often more intimately personal reasonsfor opposing the war. But did she feel this same sense of treading water, of anticipation for something she could do or some way she could get involved that I do with Occupy? Likely not. My grandmother was of her time in much the same way I’m of mine.

Since I’m not in a position to go camp in McPherson Square, and since I don’t agree with everything the Occupy seems to want, the only thing I can do is promote some of the events and activities I think make sense.

Bank Transfer Day or the Move Your Money Project aren’t an “official” Occupy events. There are no official Occupy events per se. At least, I don’t think there are, but as a grassroots activity this one I like.

The folks promoting Bank Transfer Day and Move Your Money urge people to take their money out of large financial institutions like Bank of America, Chase, and Citibank and deposit it in local or regional banks or in credit unions. To me this is the ultimate power of capitalism at its best: the consumer doesn’t like the way these large banks are doing business so the consumer is going to take her business elsewhere.

To me Bank Transfer Day and Move Your Money are little bit like Buy Nothing Day. They force me to think about the companies with which I am doing business.

Nov
02
2011

Provocation and mendacity

Human communication has many modes. Some communication is perfunctory and dictated by custom. A perfect example is saying thank you if someone holds a door for you. Some communication is transactional; after all, you can’t get your order at McDonald’s if you don’t tell the cashier what food you want. Not all communication is 100% honest and it’s two of those less than 100% honest modes of communication I want to look at today: threats and lies.

Threats are more common in certain times in our lives, like childhood, than they are in other times. Threats are more common for people in certain professions, like prison guard or police officer or bartender, to be subjected or witness to than they are for people who work in other professions. They’re also more common for people who live certain lifestyles or associate with people who engage in illicit activities. Generally, if you’re drunk a lot or you spend a lot of time around criminals, you’ve probably witnessed them being made or had quite a few threats directed your way.

Lies, in contrast, are more common throughout our lives. Most of us are told as we grow up that we should not tell lies. This prohibition is often couched in moral terms; we’re told it’s wrong to lie. We’re told it’s also not smart to lie; dishonesty in one area of your life impugns your reputation in all areas of your life. Yet, adult life would not function without small lies (“Why yes, I had a lovely time!” “No, really, the meat loaf wasn’t too dry.”) and sometimes, unfortunately, it’s necessary to tell bigger lies in situations where telling the truth would cause trouble.

What threats and lies have in common is that in order to be effective they each need to be delivered in a particlar manner that makes the best use of human psychology and perception.

Non-specific threats like “I’m gonna mess you up!” are the type usually made by middle-school bullies or really drunk bar patrons. They are totally ineffective unless acted upon virtually immediately in a Nordic berserker fashion.

n order for threats to be effective they need to be direct and specific and they need to be delivered in a way that convinces the person you’re threatening that you will back them up.

An ineffective threat sounds something like this: Man, I’m gonna fuck you up!

An effective one sounds more like this: Step back from the bars or I’ll mace you in the face.

By giving the person being threatened something specific on which to focus you as the person making the threat play upon human psychology and our stunning aptitude at keying in on details and imagining the worst.

Specific lies packed with detail, on the other hand, are the kind told either by amateurs or by people lie one-on-one professionally. That one-on-one distinction is important as it draws a fine line between con artists, who create whole story lines and scenarios designed usually to swindle an individual out of a sum of money or a valuable item, and politicians, who lie to large groups of people routinely and in public. Politicians, in fact, demonstrate the most effective kinds of lies virtually every time they speak.

The best lies are those that contain just enough detail and are told with just enough sincerity to be believable.

An ineffective lie goes something like this: Employee X is having an emergency root canal. This is the lie that my boss told his boss when asked why I was being allowed telework off schedule for one day last week. This lie is too specific in that it creates too high a need for supporting behavior: is my jaw swollen when I show up the next day? am I only chewing on one side of my mouth? when am I going back for the follow-up work?

This lie sits in direct contrast with the lie I told my boss in order to get him to let me telework off schedule last week: I’m having some pain in one of my back teeth and they’re squeezing me in at the dentist. I’m not sure how long it’s going to take, maybe an hour, maybe a little bit more since they’re squeezing me in. I’ll keep you posted.

The lie I told is one of those that needed telling because telling my boss that my tooth hurt and I needed to go back to my orthodontist two weeks after getting my braces removed caused me less trouble than telling him I had a job interview scheduled for the middle of the morning. My lie had just enough detail – they were squeezing me in at the dentist’s office – backed by circumstance – I did just get my braces off two weeks ago – to let my boss fill in the blanks. He wanted to believe me because the details around my lie made the lie itself plausible enough to be true.

Communication is more art than science and a lot more can be said with silence than we are normally lead to believe. But that’s a whole different essay.

Nov
01
2011

Vegan Snickerdoodles (an adaptation)

This experiment comes to you courtesy Cat Cora and the Hilary for President website circa March 2008. Since I’ve got this box of Egg Replacer, which only comes in 16oz which is a lot of eggs replaced when it’s 1 1/2 tsps powder for every 1 egg, I thought I’d try a vegan adaptation of this simple cookie.

Snickerdoodles are a soft, cinnamon and sugar cookie of uncertain original. Some claim the word itself is a corruption of the German schneckennudeln (meaning “snail noodles”) while others suggest a corruption of the Dutch snekrad (meaning “snail”). Why snails would be involved with these cookies I’ll never know as they are neither snail shaped nor slow to bake.

Another site lists the first appearance of this same basic recipe as 1902. Still another puts it at 1908 with no more certainty about the cookie’s origins. Regardless of when this cookie entered the American baking landscape, it’s simple to make and a delight for most to eat.

The Photos

Crisco and Egg Replacer...yummy

The ingredients I'm replacing: Crisco (vegetable shortening) for butter and Egg Replacer (eggs)

No, Crisco isn't over packaged or anything.

Sifting the flour

This version of the recipe is one of few I've seen that calls for sifting the flour, something I do routinely. I think it yields better mouthfeel on the cookies.

Yep, it's a powder.

Egg Replacer equivalent to two eggs. Frothy.

Creamed vegetable shortening, sugar, and the egg replacer. It's a little white. Maybe I should have bought the "butter flavored" variety.

With the flour added it at least is has some color now.

Doughballs not quite the size of walnuts, rolled in cinnamon and sugar.

They didn't spread out as much as the same recipe made with butter and eggs.

The Verdict

While still tasty, the vegan version of these cookies isn’t even vaguely as soft as the version with butter and egg. Perhaps with the addition of some additional liquid, water or possibly a teaspoon of vegetable oil, they could be.

The Recipe

Cat Cora’s Snickerdoodle Cookies

Makes 2 dozen cookies
The Dough
1/2 cup butter
3/4 cup sugar
1 egg
1 1/4 cup flour
1 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt

The Topping
1 tablespoon sugar
1 tablespoon cinnamon

Directions

  1. Pre-heat oven to 400 degF.
  2. Cream butter.
  3. Add sugar and egg. Mix thoroughly.
  4. Sift flour, baking powder, and salt.  Stir into butter, sugar and egg mixture.
  5. Form dough into balls the size of walnuts.  Roll in sugar and cinnamon mixture.
  6. Place on ungreased cookie sheet two inches apart.
  7. Bake 8-10 minutes.
Nov
30
2010

I’m just that tired

In The Long Kiss Goodnight Samuel L. Jackson plays a broken down private detective who has this habit of singing the things he’s doing. I’m not quite that tired yet but after four hours of curling I had to remind myself not to swallow the mouthwash this evening when I brushed my teeth.

I had wanted to include a dissection of some red hot economic issues as part of NaBloPoMo this year. I did not get to them.

More movie reviews were on the agenda but I haven’t figured out how to do more of them without feeling like I’m shorting the site for which I am supposed to be writing them under my real name.

I’d also wanted to get off my chest a rant about Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook, and the death of friendship. I didn’t get to that either.

I guess not making these goals gives me an excuse to keep blogging into December and beyond. This isn’t a bad thing.

Nov
29
2010

Case of the Mondays

Ah the Monday after a holiday weekend. Nothing like it when you work at an organization teetering on the brink of insolvency to make sleep Sunday night hard to come by.

It’s character flaw, I know, but I’m always convinced after a holiday that I’m going to get back to my desk to find that they’ve decided they really don’t need me and all my crap has been packed into a box and set on what used to be my desk.  I’m sure if BigPharma could find one they’d be marketing a pill to cure random episodes of paranoia and self-doubt.

I also dread Mondays because, at least until the middle of March, Monday is one of two days in the week on which I am forced to go into the office.  Going into the office didn’t used to be so bad.  My room got a lot of sun and I had it to myself.  Alas, both of these conditions now evaluate to false.

My office with no artificial lighting at 8:30 a.m. on November 1, 2010. Nice, eh?

Sharing an office isn’t so bad.  I’m getting used to the headphones again for music and the fact that my officemate has his phone ringer set way too loud.  What I can’t get used to is the fact that for 8 hours a day no matter how bright it is outside I don’t see the sun.

I know I shouldn’t be complaining.  After all, I still have a job and a paycheck coming in, and I do work at home two days a week. In many respects life could be a lot worse. That said, I’m just as happy to not be at my desk in the office.

Nov
28
2010

Cranberry pumpkin cookies: A photo essay

Like most cookie recipes the first ingredient-related step is "cream together butter and sugar until light and fluffy." And yes, my mixer has hot-rod flames on it.

The pumpkin puree goes in next. This was edible, not to mention delicious, until I added the eggs.

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Nov
27
2010

November by the numbers

There are several reasons why I prefer participating in NaNoWriMo over participating in NaBloPoMo.With NaNoWriMo I get the satisfaction of having completed a first draft of a novel. That first draft potentially gives me something I can work on and shape into a story that someone night want to read some day. With NaBloPoMo what I write it typically fungible and tied to a particular or reflective of circumstances that likely will change over time.

The deadline pressure of NaNoWriMo, 50,000 words in 30 days, drives my creative impulse in a way that having to come up with 30 blog entries in that same time period does not. The blog is all about me, about my observations and analysis of the world around me; quite often the characters in a novel tend to take over the story and make it move in ways that lead me to end up some place I did not expect to be when I started.

And then there is the finishing aspect of it. NaNoWriMo has a fixed deadline: 50,000 words in 30 days. Ideally, you want to finish your first draft though I’m sure there are some people who hit word count, “win” NaNoWriMo, and never finish their stories. Since I always have family obligations, and, having participated in NaNoWriMo four times, since I know there will be days when the writing does not come or when I feel like a complete fraud every time my fingers touch the keyboard I always set a daily word count goal that exceeds what you need to write to complete NaNoWriMo. [Read more...]

Nov
26
2010

What did you buy today?

Buy Nothing Day 2010

Here’s what I “bought” today:

  • Electricity
  • Water
  • Telephone service
  • Internet access
  • Cable TV

But did I really buy those things today?  My electric company will bill me for my usage for today next month.  The water bill won’t show up until January.  The telephone and Internet we’ll pay for in the first 10 days of December, and the cable has already been paid for.

The whole point of Buy Nothing Day is to throw a wrench in the machine of mindless consumption, to show corporate America that we are not their puppets.  Wouldn’t it be better to do what some friends of mine have done and commit to a small holiday giving season and to consciously purchase only those items and nothing more?

I’m not for mindless anything, and mindless rebellion, particuarly when enacted by people wearing sweatshop-made jeans bugs the hell out of me.  Still, Buy Nothing Day seems like a good idea and until I can ferret out what about it bugs me I’ll keep participating.

Nov
25
2010

Today I am special and that’s OK

Thanksgiving is the one day a year on which I am treated even in some small degree like I’m special, and it’s the one day a year when I revel in being treated like I’m special.  And it’s kind of a weird feeling.

The mashed potatoes don’t go to the table without my approval. I’m not quite sure how that happened; maybe it’s the Irish I got from daddy and cultural stereotypes being jokingly applied. Whatever it is, not only to I get to taste and approve, I also get the beaters.

I also walk out of my aunt’s house with a whole pumpkin pie. Yes, every year she makes a pumpkin pie for me to take home. I end up sharing it with my mother and TGF but still, I am the only one who isn’t offered slices to take home. I think that’s pretty freaking awesome.

Every now and then I question this. I wonder what I did to be treated not only differently but, at least from my perspective, like I’m more important than others. Maybe it’s just the accident of birth. Maybe it’s my personality. I don’t think I did anything specific to deserve it and sometimes that bothers me.

Then again, as feelings of self-entitlement go, getting to check out and approve the mashed potatoes, and getting more pie than everyone else are not extravagant all things considered.  Regardless of why, this small little bit of “special” is just one of the things for which I am thankful today.

Now, I’ve just got to make room for pie. Given that I feel like I’m not going to eat again until Saturday, this might be tough.

Nov
24
2010

Tomorrow we give thanks

I know Thanksgiving is a hard holiday for our friends and fellow Earthlings outside the United States to understand. I’m not sure I understand Thanksgiving.

The First Thanksgiving by Jean Leon Gerome Ferris (1863–1930), Public domain via Wikimedia Commons

The myth is that the first pilgrim settlers had a big dinner with the local natives in celebration of a bountiful harvest season and to show appreciation for the natives’ help. Every kid in the U.S. likely has a mental picture of Indians and pilgrims tucking in for a fine dinner of wild game, corn, and probably some squash though likely our 7 or 8 year-old minds blocked that out because eeeewww, squash.

No one ever really talks about the fact that the people already resident in what is now the eastern U.S. celebrated harvest festivals on a relatively pagan cycle 6 to 8 times per year. The other thing no one really talks about is the 1637 massacre during a harvest festival of a number of Pequot men, women, and children because the upright Dutch and English colonists suspected the Indians of having murdered a trader who had kidnapped some of their children. It’s not a story that goes well with pie and green bean casserole. [Read more...]