This was a test, just a test.
Meta will be our fried.
Aug 23 2007
This was a test, just a test.
Meta will be our fried.
Aug 23 2007
The dirty hippies at Lawrence Livermore tell me that global warming is costing us now, and in the past few years, $5 billion annually in lost production of cereal grains alone.
Consider: esteemed public research institutions are tallying and analyzing the losses, monetary and otherwise, that have already been caused by global warming, and we still have idiots in the Senate that deny its reality.
Politics be damned for the sideshow and fool’s game that it is. Reality is elsewhere.
Thirty, fifty years after it emerged as an issue in scientific discourse, global warming has finally made it into public awareness.
Here’s my problem.
Global warming is only one part of the emergent catastrophe. And we don’t have the luxury of another fifty years. There is no more margin.
I believe that in the long run the sixth global mass extinction event, already underway, is a catastrophe second only to global warming in significance. The two are intimately intertwined, but the present, ongoing, catastrophic collapse of global biodiversity proceeds almost completely unrecognized and certainly unnoticed by the culture at large.
It just can’t go on like this for long. Biologists know it. Jane Goodall and E. O. Wilson and Richard Leakey know it, but nobody is listening to them.
You can only pull so many threads from a tapestry without the entire structure collapsing. We are perilously close to ecosystem collapse, and we are sleepwalking over this cliff.
I believe that it is essential that the “larger we” become more fully aware of this imminent pauperization of the world’s primary infrastructure, its first-level economy, on which all else is built, and that we begin to reverse it now.
The catastrophic loss of biodiversity is not primarily about cutie-pie pandas and adorable giraffes. It is about the collapse of fisheries that properly managed could feed millions, the loss of forests that are the lungs of the planet and at the same time the livelihood of indigenous people who have managed them wisely for centuries.
Like all catastrophes, this one will hit the poor the hardest. In what we used to call the third world (I can see it out my window) people live close to the ground. They depend more immediately, that is to say, on ecosystem resources than the typical resident of Gotham, although Gotham eats and breathes and shits too, much like everyone else.
And hell yes, it is also about who we are. We become less human when we shrug our shoulders at the demise of the baiji, the tiger, the grizzly, the meadowlark. Who do we measure ourselves against, once the giants are gone? Who taught us to sing but the birds?
We are the products of hundreds of millions of years of evolution – not the crown of creation, at most a smallish gem in the tiara – and it is the height of folly to expect our children to thrive in a world that is not fit for animals.
It is imperative that a way be found to assign proper value to ecosytem services and products (potable water for the cities of New York and Sydney and Jerusalem, food for a great number of people with more pressing worries than the housing bubble, carbon sinks whose value transcends these pitiful valuations currently assessed).
I believe that it is time for a great reintegration with the natural world. Following McDonough’s hints, there will be no waste, just as there is none in nature. There will only be nutrient streams.
We condemn the Christian fanatics for sacking the library at Alexandria and burning the works of Sappho, and turn a blind eye to the pyres in Papua and Uganda and Amazonia that consume we know not what answers, cures, miracles. We, who should know better.
A thousand Al Gores won’t solve the problem. We need a general awakening. We need a sea change in human attitudes.
Let’s start now. Let the integration begin. There is plenty of everything if we only abandon the philosophy of scarcity and adopt the philosophy of abundance that is embodied in the myriad of blossoms on the fruit trees and the uncountable salmon in the few rivers we have not dammed. The earth has never failed us; there is no reason to think she ever will.
Aug 23 2007
I’m trying to organize the kind of meta conversations we should be having so we can set up a really polished and productive site.
Below the fold I’m going to post some things that should be conventional wisdom.
So say we all.
In On the Bus’s Invocation the following issues were raised and settled-
We don’t have to put a fraking <p> before each Comment.
Blessed be her holy hooves, may they never be shod.
So Say We All.
We’re going to choose a pleasing color scheme.
So Say We All.
melvin has a problem with boundaries.
That’s the kind of thing we’re discussing in Look and Feel
Passion, politics, poetry, prose and ponies. Silliness, snark and a serious effort to frame the future. A river of words, thought, philosophy and action that nourishes and transforms the political cultural and social landscape through which it passes. That is the spirit behind this “place.”
In practice…write whatever the hell you want! There are no rigid restrictions here, it is a salon and a laboratory and a place to create a new reality. A reality based on compassion, empathy and caring for the people and the planet, while acknowledging the harsh realities of the world we live in and the difficulty of the tasks ahead. The complexities of greed, corruption and the petty politics of ‘human nature’ in the face of climate crisis and seven billion souls …will not be overcome by black and white solutions or electoral processes, but by becoming the change we wish to see and helping others to do the same. Not through top down enforcement, but through people working together, a model of cooperation, not competition.
In other words….Hey Kids! Let’s put on an evolution! This is a place for each of us to do our 1/seven billionth of that together, and hopefully speed the process of change along through a synergy of our ideas, intentions and actions. Now let’s get out there and change the world!
So Say We All.
Implementation of the Mission Statement-
All of us here love Daily Kos, and I would guess most of us love it best for the creative and community aspects of it. And while we all know that the stated purpose of electing Democrats is not SOLELY what it is about, that stated mission ….plus other factors….does impose some limitations on the Great Orange Playground.
Here we are hoping to provide/create the same type of community – albeit slightly less crowded – but with far fewer limitations and restrictions. And if possible, even more creative thought.
I want to stress that even though my name is (sorta) on the masthead, I want this blog to belong to ALL of us here. Input is VERY welcome on all levels. I would very much like this to be about US blogging the future,and thus in our small way, helping to create it. I will surrender to consensus as much as possible, but I have found that someone has to have the last word and take responsibility…that someone is me. But… I do NOT ‘own’ the community.
That being said, NO ONE will will you what you cannot write about here….including for example theories on 9/11….though I trust we are all too intelligent for much of that kind of stuff. Pedophilia is about the only thing that will draw objections, lol. The point being that no subject matter nor speculative thought is, to coin a phrase….off the table.
So please, take your shoes off and relax and let your creative juices unlimber and flow. Go where thou wilt. Being us, we will talk a lot about politics and the current idiocies occurring in the world around us….I’m sure we will resemble dkos quite a bit in that regard. But fiction is welcome, as is poetry as is just about anything else you want to try. I am not guaranteeing a you will get a positive response, hahaha, I am just saying you will not be reproved for trying it or banned for going out on a limb. (Speaking of which, the first subject for community discussion can be our moderation system….input is very much wanted there…but more on that later.)
So Say We All.
Actually there are spelling things and stuff I’d change about that if I could, but it will do for a starting point.
The existence of Docudharma is till a secret until we officially launch!
by: buhdydharma @ Mon Aug 20, 2007 at 18:01:54 PM PDT
So Say We All.
i would say SOME stuff should be off-limits- bigotry, advocation of violence, pooties…
and we certainly don’t want this to turn into another i/p flame war site, or another kos-bashing site- there are enough of them, anyway…
i would love if some of the talented people who left dk (for one or another reason) found their ways here, not to nurse old grudges, but to participate and give their best. people start with clean slates, but if they begin to revisit old battles, we need to tell them to stop- or leave.
overall, i think we will be more rambunctious and more playful, but still with hard-hitting politics. there should be more art, more random intellectuality, and more in-depth issues analysis. we can do our partisan politics and horse race stuff on dk. some of that here, too; but more of a focus on issues, on redefining what it is to be a modern liberal, and how to truly transform our society and body politic towards true justice and fairness.
Per budhy in response-
Dkos bashing. period. . period. .
And from Peeders diary on making as completely an unrestricted blog as possible.
“……spam/crapflooding, malware (linking to phishing sites, spyware sites, etc), or criminality (including e.g. calling for or planning assassinations, terrorism, pedophilia or daterapes). Those things will be at least deleted and the accounts from which they were shat may be banned. Also, I’ll have to obey court orders, but I’ll try to be as open about such things as I can…..”
Are strictly verbotten.
Shergald is Pre-banned.
And overall, as I say, the buck stops with me….even peeder says that there has to be one person who has the final say.
I am planning the worlds first internet consensus zen dictatorship.
Again spelling. I hope history will be as kind to us as to the Founders about creative spelling. I’d like a link to the peeder diary too, but I suppose I could look it up myself
So Say We All.
Copyright policies are unresovled in this thread. But Pooties have been, they are ok.
Labels for the Rating System have been resolved, though there is a Front Page Poll up. I think pie is undescriptive.
Turkana suggests a late night diary. This has branched off into a News Division of which he and I and Magnifico are supposed to be in charge.
We have kind of a roll out date set, September 3rd. Everyone should keep this in mind. Personally I think it’s very tight.
The FAQ is not settled yet, I still think 2 parts- how, and why. I hope I have faithfully transimteed why to this point.
Marketing Plan, Promotion, Relationship with other blogs all unaddressed by me so far, but just you wait ‘enry ‘iggings
Thanks to Armando however, we do have a benckmark of civility. If you have a problem with being called a coward and an idiot…
Perhaps you best try another hobby. So Say We All.
We seem to have a lot of content. Good. Less work for me and I am very lazy.
Turkana suggests, and no one disagrees, on a few basic rules of Front Page Respect. That there should be about 2 or 3 hours between them. That they should be semi-co-ordinated with regular times encouraged. That there should be a private blog to help achieve this co-ordination (a la Rescue Rangers). That you should be prepared to tend your diary until the next scheduled diary. That there should be a published schedule of diarists. That one diary should be a round up of good diaries and top comments from around the web. That there should be a News Diary every day.
I’m posting this as a summary because it’s time to start thrashing this out again. If I’ve skipped your favorite part (and my summary of Turkana’s diary does not do it justice), feel free to beat me up about it.
Aug 23 2007
(Bwahhahhahhahhah! – promoted by ek hornbeck)
Help, help! I am being repres….I mean….
Help, help I am repressing myself!!!
Now that I am, as Jay Elias points out….The Man…..I feel a real urge to jack myself up against a wall, cuff myself, and give myself a good going over with a night stick!
Plus, I keep inextricably telling myself to get a fucking haircut!
Maybe I should just repress myself until I need glasses?
In any case I am looking forward to the day when I will be the subject of a Farcical Aquatic Ceremony, and my sinecure as Permanent Ruler of The Dharmaniacs is Writ into Holy Law.
Btw….first order of business, you must all grow forelocks AND practice your doffing!
Aug 22 2007
(This is a revisit to a diary I wrote last year. We’ve passed the peak of the Perseids for this year, but if you have a clear night, you will see random meteor showers. If you are patient. I watched at least three fall by tonight, between the clouds, as they chased the dark aside. Make a wish now.)
|From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things
Unchained stars, released from the bonds of eternity, flailing and burning their way through the universe, past our eyes, but visible if we but keep eyes wide open, staring outward, staring upward. Sometimes staring slightly off-center of what we want to see. Looking at stars is like that – sometimes you cannot look directly at a star to really see it.
Will we see a death of elements, or a burgeoning of life encompassed in light, a changing of matter into energy? Will we see the souls that stars become, the souls of people long gone, long passed from here and now there, so far up there?
As though to breathe were life.
I’m certain souls attach to stars that burn bright, then fade, then fly away and back around in patterns of time too complex to understand, even as we plot and calculate orbits and speed. As meteors, rocks of flame and heat, our souls might cross the sky and blaze the message so quickly bright, “we are never gone, we will never die”; it all occurs within an arena so cold and still and contains spectators of infinity as stars in the field fall apart and spread their own integral elements across a void. The earth right now has a front row seat to a great show.
The Perseids are raining again. It’s time for the meteor shower that occurs each year and I want to exhort anyone who can see the sky with a modicum of visibility – not too many city lights, no rising full moon – to step outside sometime in the next 48 hours at late twilight or early dawn or the middle of the night. Just wait, if you can, and you will see a falling star. It’s not really falling, you know – a star has no understanding of “down”.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are.
Most say the Perseid shower won’t be that spectacular this weekend, due the brightness of the moon. For comparison and an interesting description of why Perseid is Perseid, follow the link below to the Astronomy Picture of the Day site picture from last year’s shower on August 15, 2005 – (need bandwidth and click on picture to see animation):
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas.
When I was a kid, I could walk to the edge of a cliff near the Pacific Ocean and watch at twilight for falling stars. The setting sun competes with other mysteries of the universe at that time of day, and the reflections from restless waves often battle with opposing lights from space as the horizon glows gold and pale blue and fades. And so, I was not often fortunate to see my favored falling stars. Sometimes there would be the strange and eerie presence of dancing and floating phosphorescence on the water, an anomaly of ocean sea creatures much like green lightning bugs in a swarm hovering over the inky ocean waves, or an aurora on the water. I thought this was the breath of whales when I was young.
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Stars have saved my life. When I’ve been down and ridiculously depressed and perhaps a lowly Wellbutrin away from worse, stars have grabbed me by my mental ears and given me a shake, “look, you; all this and we’re up here, too, so vast and all-surrounding as to make the biggest earthly care insignificant.”
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
I have my favorite constellations. The Big Dipper. Some nights, I’ll watch the Dipper pour out other stars flung out into the galaxy, our worries that have gathered in the concave and tilting cup. Orion’s belt compels me to trace his figure in the darkened sky with an admiring eye and imagine the bearded Hunter on his hunt. I fancy the Milky Way, too, and memories of reading Sendak’s “In the Night Kitchen” to my daughters come to mind:
|Milk in the batter!
Milk in the batter!
Stir it! Scrape it!
Make it! Bake it!
I’m no scientist or major astronomy buff; I take a passing interest and every-so-often fleeting obsession in what goes on in space. I’m a regular observer of shuttle launches, a habit left over from growing up on Gemini, and Apollo, Kennedy’s drive to put a man on the moon. I understand why JFK looked to the stars for a goal to reach for, succeed at, and best the competition. It wasn’t just about getting there first; it was also a lot about comprehending the depth and breadth of what lies beyond our earthbound existence. We are such insular creatures, otherwise.
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
If you can, go out, look at a star and maybe a falling star, or even a shower of star lights if your darkness is just right. They say it may be “a dud”. Don’t believe all you hear. I spent 15 minutes outside – right now at 2 AM PST – and I caught ’em, I caught my fallings stars. White light painted by a rapid hand against a dark silk canvas. An extraordinary experience and once again, I am in the Night Kitchen.
Think of this as you think of all of us – the stars and planets are in the same sky that everyone on earth can see, regardless of what nation, what state, what province, what county, what continent in which exists our human condition. Even if you miss a Perseid, you will still see the sky and the stars. It is the same sky, the same comet that passes by on its continuous trip around our part of the universe. Only the earthbound can see the constellations. We all can see stars from wherever we are, whoever we are in the galaxy. Go outside, look up, watch and breathe.
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
…that which we are, we are.
(excerpts lifted from “Ulysses” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Thank you for allowing my reindulgence.
Aug 22 2007
As I can not resist selecting “pie” for everything, I may find myself rating things as “pie”, not for nefarious reasons, but because, well, I can’t NOT choose pie if it is an option.
So……..if anyone gets a rating of “pie” from me, just know that it is a labor of love.
Of course, if that means autobanning, then I will have to reconsider the default setting I have as well.
With that, best of luck with the site and I am looking forward to seeing how it evolves.
Oh yeah, and enjoying my #23 UID (which is my favorite number as well….)
Aug 22 2007
Woke up this morning to see message from Buhdy, so I came over here and set up an account.
Am quite busy this morning, and am not working on a diary for today (although if you go read the Derrick Jackson in today’s Boston Globe he explains how dog fighting is only part of the abuses – he used to own a rescued greyhound).
Congratulation on getting the site up, and I will keep an eye on it. And I will post when I can, but this is not only a new school year – it is soccer season and it elections for Virginia General Assembly.
Aug 22 2007
Wondering what you all think about scheduled time slots. Ek mentions this in some comment, somewhere, but it seems important enough to put it up top.
First, I think we should figure out how long a front page diary stays up top- 2 hours, 3 hours? We should pick time slots and length of stay based on how long the FP diarists can hang around for comments. Not all the DK FPers do that, and it’s part of why popular non-FP diarists so often have so many more comments. We want all FPers to engage with their audiences. Builds the community.
I suggest we mix in a news roundup/open thread every third diary or so. That will keep people coming, to get their daily news digest. It might even be a good idea to set up a phpBB2 site, where we can discuss meta, ask people to fill in if we won’t be available for our slot, and also compile news links for the roundups. Someone should oversee each roundup (we can do that with random volunteers), but everyone should chip in stories, as they find them.
Now, if there’s some huge breaking news story, while someone’s in the middle of their FP diary, we can add just a banner headline up top, so people can click it for the story and thread, but the FP story stays essentially on top, too.
Aug 22 2007
And Ron Paul is really neato!
Aug 22 2007
Yes. I am Jimmy “J.J.” Walker.
Amazingly enough my prayers were heard.
I am encouraging a more high contrast link color out of purely selfish reasons- my eyes are bad.
Also I think people should be motivated to look at links and color is a way to do that.
I’m putting this diary up as a way for people to talk about the detailed “look and feel” of the site from a mechanical standpoint so we are the best and easiest to use site on the web.