Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Come Healing

Tomorrow is the big day.  The plan is to open poor old Kadizzle up and take his cancerous prostate out.  With luck all the damn cancer will come out with it.  Music has a wonderful way of " soothing the savage beast".   In the course of exploring music while surfing the web Kadizzle ran across this Leonard Cohen song on Spotify.  The name of the song is come healing.  The song perfectly captures the thoughts running through my mind.  Kadizzle is not religious in any traditional sense.  That does not mean he cannot be awed by the universe and suspect something is up.  Hope is what keeps us all alive. Hoping for a better world and a better tomorrow is fundamental to life and progress.   Prayer is really hope in disguise.  There would be no point in waking up tomorrow if there was no hope for something good to happen.  Before you can convince anyone of anything, you have to convince yourself. 
Songwriters: Leonard, Patrick Raymond / Cohen, Leonard
Chorus:
O, gather 'round the brokenness
Bring it to me now
The fragrance of those promises
You never dared to vow

The splinters that you carried
The cross you left behind
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind

And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

Leonard:
Behold the gates of mercy
In arbitrary space
And none of us deserving
Of cruelty or the grace

Together:
O, solitude of longing
Where love has been confined
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind

O, see the darkness yielding
That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason
Come healing of the heart

O, troubledness concealing
An undivided love
The heart beneath is teaching
To the broken heart above

And let the heavens utter
Let the earth proclaim
Come healing of the altar
Come healing of the name

Chorus:
O, longing of the branches
To lift the little bird
O, longing of the arteries
To purify the blood

Together:
And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

O let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
Come Healing lyrics

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Now I give a shit

It used to be that Kadizzle pretty much did not give much thought to cancer.  Things changed.  Now, Kadizzle has prostate cancer.  In two days Kadizzle will be sliced and diced to have his prostate removed.  My, but things have changed.

Prior to this marvelous adventure Kadizzle knew our health care system was in deep trouble, but now it is even more evident and more relevant.  The simple truth is that many people are suffering and dying, not because they have to, but because we simply will not address some basic truths.  Watch the video posted below.  We can have a long conversation about this video.  People are dying needlessly because we do not share information in our medical system.  The refusal to digitize and share records is killing and making thousands suffer.

The same vested interest that do not want a decent national health care system, do not want shared or good medical records. Why?  Good records and shared records mean the fraud in they system instantly is found out.  Good records and shared information means you know what drugs work, what treatments work, and provide a host of useful information.  However, drug companies know they are selling you worthless drugs, doctors know they are doing questionable surgeries, radiologist know they are overcooking people, but they do not want you to know.

So what do they do?  The medical industry dreams up a phony scare about privacy. You can share information and remain anonymous.  I can let a computer data base know I am 63, I have high blood pressure,  I weigh 225lbs,  I have good cholesterol, but I don't need to let the computer know who I am.  Watch this video, and listen carefully.  About a third of us will get cancer.  You may suffer and die, because you did not think this video is important.  It was not that important to me three months ago.   A lot of people are dead right now because special interest groups do not want information shared.  Once you cross the line from an onlooker to a participant in the cancer adventure you will take this all more seriously.   The odds are one in three you will have cancer, so good luck ignoring this video

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Solar living in the sunshine

Old Lord Kadizzle is sitting in his daughters house. Up on the roof top where Santa normally would be are 12 solar panels. The panels were just hooked up a day ago.  One neat aspect of the panels is the data collection. On the giant PC screen the chart can be projected to show what is going on up by the shingles. 

Study the chart reveals a lot. The Keurig Coffee maker sucks up over 2,000 watts, when you make a cup of coffee. Luckily it just takes about thirty seconds.  You can see the sun rise on the chart. The green, which is power you are producing gradually overcomes the red, which is the power you are buying.  In the last two days we saved $3.92 with solar. It appears if one were cautious and conscientious you could probably get pretty close to all the power you need with the 12 panels. However the experiment so far was during very sunny days.

A big observation Kadizzle has made about people an power is the need for feed back. If you have some way of knowing how much power you are using or wasting, you are more inclined to do something about it.  Often when camping we hear someone's generator take off and go wild.  This usually happens when they use the microwave, hair dryer, or toaster.  At Erin's house you see a big red spike in power consumption.

If Kadizzle has learned anything so far it is the fact that solar water heating would probably be the way to go. Such a large amount of power goes into heating water, and making hot water with solar direct is relatively cheap and easy. Combining solar panels with a solar water heater would probably get you farther down the road than any other move for saving energy. 

A very high percentage of homes in Erin's neighborhood are being built with solar.  A neighbor stopped by who has 20 panels on their roof. Their intention is to get an electric car and use their excess power to run the car.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Friday, November 09, 2012

If you believe it, it is true

Everybody must have watched Sienfield at one time or another.  Kadizzle ran across a quote from George, " It's true if you believe it".   Looking around the world we live in it is amazing how many people use that as the standard for reality and what is true.  How much of what we believe is simply not true?  Look at the stuff that has been floated around as truth. People used to believe flies came out of nowhere. People had no idea that flies came from maggots.

Below is a letter Richard Dawkins.  I may have put it on here before, but it is one of my favorite essays in the world and it is so important that we think about how we think.  Until you examine yourself, and how you think, you cannot understand how others think.  If Kadizzle had infinite cash he would have this letter published in every newspaper in the country.

To my dearest daughter,
Now that you are ten, I want to write to you about something that is important to me. Have you ever wondered how we know the things that we know? How do we know, for instance, that the stars, which look like tiny pinpricks in the sky, are really huge balls of fire like the Sun and very far away? And how do we know that the Earth is a smaller ball whirling round one of those stars, the Sun?
The answer to these questions is ‘evidence’.
Sometimes evidence means actually seeing (or hearing, feeling, smelling….) that something is true. Astronauts have traveled far enough from the Earth to see with their own eyes that it is round. Sometimes our eyes need help. The ‘evening star’ looks like a bright twinkle in the sky but with a telescope you can see that it is a beautiful ball – the planet we call Venus. Something that you learn by direct seeing (or hearing or feeling…) is called an observation.
Often evidence isn’t just observation on its own, but observation always lies at the back of it. If there’s been a murder, often nobody (except the murderer and the dead person!) actually observed it. But detectives can gather together lots of other observations which may all point towards a particular suspect. If a person’s fingerprints match those found on a dagger, this is evidence that he touched it. It doesn’t prove that he did the murder, but it can help when it’s joined up with lots of other evidence. Sometimes a detective can think about a whole lot of observations and suddenly realize that they all fall into place and make sense if so-and-so did the murder.
Scientists – the specialists in discovering what is true about the world and the universe – often work like detectives. They make a guess (called a hypothesis) about what might be true. They then say to themselves: if that were really true, we ought to see so-and-so. This is called a prediction. For example, if the world is really round, we can predict that a traveler, going on and on in the same direction, should eventually find himself back where he started. When a doctor says that you have measles he doesn’t take one look at you and see measles. His first look gives him a hypothesis that you may have measles. Then he says to himself: if she really has measles, I ought to see… Then he runs through his list of predictions and tests them with his eyes (have you got spots?), his hands (is your forehead hot?), and his ears (does your chest wheeze in a measly way?). Only then does he make his decision and say, ‘I diagnose that the child has measles.’ Sometimes doctors need to do other tests like blood tests or X-rays, which help their eyes, hands and ears to make observations.
The way scientists use evidence to learn about the world is much cleverer and more complicated than I can say in a short letter. But now I want to move on from evidence, which is a good reason for believing something, and warn you against three bad reasons for believing anything. They are called ‘tradition’, ‘authority’, and ‘revelation’.
First, tradition. A few months ago, I went on television to have a discussion with about 50 children. These children were invited because they’d been brought up in lots of different religions. Some had been brought up as Christians, others as Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Sikhs. The man with the microphone went from child to child, asking them what they believed. What they said shows up exactly what I mean by ‘tradition’. Their beliefs turned out to have no connection with evidence. They just trotted out the beliefs of their parents and grandparents, which, in turn, were not based upon evidence either. They said things like, ‘We Hindus believe so and so.’ ‘We Muslims believe such and such.’ ‘We Christians believe something else.’ Of course, since they all believed different things, they couldn’t all be right. The man with the microphone seemed to think this quite proper, and he didn’t even try to get them to argue out their differences with each other. But that isn’t the point I want to make. I simply want to ask where their beliefs came from. They came from tradition. Tradition means beliefs handed down from grandparent to parent to child, and so on. Or from books handed down through the centuries. Traditional beliefs often start from almost nothing; perhaps somebody just makes them up originally, like the stories about Thor and Zeus. But after they’ve been handed down over some centuries, the mere fact that they are so old makes them seem special. People believe things simply because people have believed the same thing over centuries. That’s tradition.
The trouble with tradition is that, no matter how long ago a story was made up, it is still exactly as true or untrue as the original story was. If you make up a story that isn’t true, handing it down over any number of centuries doesn’t make it any truer!
Most people in England have been baptized into the Church of England, but this is only one of many branches of the Christian religion. There are other branches such as the Russian Orthodox, the Roman Catholic and the Methodist churches. They all believe different things. The Jewish religion and the Muslim religion are a bit more different still; and there are different kinds of Jews and of Muslims. People who believe even slightly different things from each other often go to war over their disagreements. So you might think that they must have some pretty good reasons – evidence – for believing what they believe. But actually their different beliefs are entirely due to different traditions.
Let’s talk about one particular tradition. Roman Catholics believe that Mary, the mother of Jesus, was so special that she didn’t die but was lifted bodily into Heaven. Other Christian traditions disagree, saying that Mary did die like anybody else. These other religions don’t talk about her much and, unlike Roman Catholics, they don’t call her the ‘Queen of Heaven’. The tradition that Mary’s body was lifted into Heaven is not a very old one. The Bible says nothing about how or when she died; in fact the poor woman is scarcely mentioned in the Bible at all. The belief that her body was lifted into Heaven wasn’t invented until about six centuries after Jesus’s time. At first it was just made up, in the same way as any story like Snow White was made up. But, over the centuries, it grew into a tradition and people started to take it seriously simply because the story had been handed down over so many generations. The older the tradition became, the more people took it seriously. It finally was written down as an official Roman Catholic belief only very recently, in 1950. But the story was no more true in 1950 than it was when it was first invented 600 years after Mary’s death.
I’ll come back to tradition at the end of my letter, and look at it in another way. But first I must deal with the two other bad reasons for believing in anything: authority and revelation.
Authority, as a reason for believing something, means believing it because you are told to believe it by somebody important. In the Roman Catholic Church, the Pope is the most important person, and people believe he must be right just because he is the Pope. In one branch of the Muslim religion, the important people are old men with beards called Ayatollahs. Lots of young Muslims are prepared to commit murder, purely because the Ayatollahs in a faraway country tell them to.
When I say that it was only in 1950 that Roman Catholics were finally told that they had to believe that Mary’s body shot off to Heaven, what I mean is that in 1950 the Pope told people that they had to believe it. That was it. The Pope said it was true, so it had to be true! Now, probably some of the things that Pope said in his life were true and some were not true. There is no good reason why, just because he was the Pope, you should believe everything he said, any more than you believe everything that lots of other people say. The present Pope has ordered his followers not to limit the number of babies they have. If people follow his authority as slavishly as he would wish, the results could be terrible famines, diseases and wars, caused by overcrowding.
Of course, even in science, sometimes we haven’t seen the evidence ourselves and we have to take somebody else’s word for it. I haven’t with my own eyes, seen the evidence that light travels at a speed of 186,000 miles per second. Instead, I believe books that tell me the speed of light. This looks like ‘authority’. But actually it is much better than authority because the people who wrote the books have seen the evidence and anyone is free to look carefully at the evidence whenever they want. That is very comforting. But not even the priests claim that there is any evidence for their story about Mary’s body zooming off to Heaven.
The third kind of bad reason for believing anything is called ‘revelation’. If you had asked the Pope in 1950 how he knew that Mary’s body disappeared into Heaven, he would probably have said that it had been ‘revealed’ to him. He shut himself in his room and prayed for guidance. He thought and thought, all by himself, and he became more and more sure inside himself. When religious people just have a feeling inside themselves that something must be true, even though there is no evidence that it is true, they call their feeling ‘revelation’. It isn’t only popes who claim to have revelations. Lots of religious people do. It is one of their main reasons for believing the things that they do believe. But is it a good reason?
Suppose I told you that your dog was dead. You’d be very upset, and you’d probably say, ‘Are you sure? How do you know? How did it happen?’ Now suppose I answered: ‘I don’t actually know that Pepe is dead. I have no evidence. I just have this funny feeling deep inside me that he is dead.’ You’d be pretty cross with me for scaring you, because you’d know that an inside ‘feeling’ on its own is not a good reason for believing that a whippet is dead. You need evidence. We all have inside feelings from time to time, and sometimes they turn out to be right and sometimes they don’t. Anyway, different people have opposite feelings, so how are we to decide whose feeling is right? The only way to be sure that a dog is dead is to see him dead, or hear that his heart has stopped; or be told by somebody who has seen or heard some real evidence that he is dead.
People sometimes say that you must believe in feelings deep inside, otherwise you’d never be confident of things like ‘My wife loves me’.
But this is a bad argument. There can be plenty of evidence that somebody loves you. All through the day when you are with somebody who loves you, you see and hear lots of little tidbits of evidence, and they all add up. It isn’t purely inside feeling, like the feeling that priests call revelation. There are outside things to back up the inside feeling: looks in the eye, tender notes in the voice, little favors and kindnesses; this is all real evidence.
Sometimes people have a strong inside feeling that somebody loves them when it is not based upon any evidence, and then they are likely to be completely wrong. There are people with a strong inside feeling that a famous film star loves them, when really the film star hasn’t even met them. People like that are ill in their minds. Inside feelings must be backed up by evidence, otherwise you just can’t trust them.
Inside feelings are valuable in science too, but only for giving you ideas that you later test by looking for evidence. A scientist can have a ‘hunch’ about an idea that just ‘feels’ right. In itself, this is not a good reason for believing something. But it can be a good reason for spending some time doing a particular experiment, or looking in a particular way for evidence. Scientists use inside feelings all the time to get ideas. But they are not worth anything until they are supported by evidence.
I promised that I’d come back to tradition, and look at it in another way. I want to try to explain why tradition is so important to us. All animals are built (by the process called evolution) to survive in the normal place in which their kind live. Lions are built to be good at surviving on the plains of Africa. Crayfish are built to be good at surviving in fresh water, while lobsters are built to be good at surviving in the salt sea. People are animals too, and we are built to be good at surviving in a world full of … other people. Most of us don’t hunt for our own food like lions or lobsters, we buy it from other people who have bought it from yet other people. We ‘swim’ through a ‘sea of people’. Just as a fish needs gills to survive in water, people need brains that make them able to deal with other people. Just as the sea is full of salt water, the sea of people is full of difficult things to learn. Like language.
You speak English but your friend speaks German. You each speak the language that fits you to ‘swim about’ in your own separate ‘people sea’. Language is passed down by tradition. There is no other way. In England, Pepe is a dog. In Germany he is ein Hund. Neither of these words is more correct, or more truer than the other. Both are simply handed down. In order to be good at ‘swimming about in their people sea’, children have to learn the language of their own country, and lots of other things about their own people; and this means that they have to absorb, like blotting paper, an enormous amount of traditional information. (Remember that traditional information just means things that are handed down from grandparents to parents to children.) The child’s brain has to be a sucker for traditional information. And the child can’t be expected to sort out good and useful traditional information, like the words of a language, from bad or silly traditional information, like believing in witches and devils and ever-living virgins.
It’s a pity, but it can’t help being the case, that because children have to be suckers for traditional information, they are likely to believe anything the grown-ups tell them, whether true or false, right or wrong. Lots of what grown-ups tell them is true and based on evidence or at least sensible. But if some of it is false, silly or even wicked, there is nothing to stop the children believing that too. Now, when the children grow up, what do they do? Well, of course, they tell it to the next generation of children. So, once something gets itself strongly believed – even if its completely untrue and there never was any reason to believe it in the first place – it can go on forever.
Could this be what happened with religions? Belief that there is a god or gods, belief in Heaven, belief that Mary never died, belief that Jesus never had a human father, belief that prayers are answered, belief that wine turns into blood – not one of these beliefs is backed up by any good evidence. Yet millions of people believe them. Perhaps this is because they were told to believe them when they were young enough to believe anything.
Millions of other people believe quite different things, because they were told different things when they were children. Muslim children are told different things from Christian children, and both grow up utterly convinced that they are right and the others are wrong. Even within Christians, Roman Catholics believe different things from Church of England people or Episcopalians, Shakers or Quakers, Mormons or Holy Rollers, and all are utterly convinced that they are right and the others are wrong. They believe different things for exactly the same kind of reason as you speak English and someone speaks German.
Both languages are, in their own country, the right language to speak. But it can’t be true that different religions are right in their own countries, because different religions claim that opposite things are true. Mary can’t be alive in the Catholic Republic but dead in Protestant Northern Ireland.
What can we do about all this? It is not easy for you to do anything, because you are only ten. But you could try this. Next time somebody tells you something that sounds important, think to yourself: ‘Is this the kind of thing that people probably know because of evidence? Or is it the kind of thing that people only believe because of tradition, authority or revelation?’ And, next time somebody tells you that something is true, why not say to them: ‘What kind of evidence is there for that?’ And if they can’t give you a good answer, I hope you’ll think very carefully before you believe a word they say.
Your loving,

Daddy





Sunday, November 04, 2012

Music Makes you think and stirs your emotions

 Kadizzle set up some better speakers in the computer room.
The combination of new speakers and the Spotify music service
have made for some good music.  The lyrics to so many songs are 
so well written and evoke memories.  Recently in New York City
The Commander and Kadizzle toured a tenement museum
The hardship and suffering those people went through was 
hard to imagine.  These people came worked hard and finally made
it in our country. Many of us came directly from families that struggle 
just back a generation or two.  Sadly people are still trying to go 
forward today.  It makes Kadizzle very sad to hear Mitt Romney call 
Hard working people moochers.  When we were in New York we stayed 
at a very nice hotel. In the lobby we met a very nice man from Nepal.  The 
young man had not seen his wife and family for four years. He was 
intelligent, had a master's degree in business, but was struggling to earn 
a living a bellman.  Doubtfully was this man in a position to pay 
taxes.  To call him a moocher was an insult beyond compression, certianly 
from a man born into wealth like Mitt.  The lyrics below are from the song 
"Eyes of the immigrant".  by Eric Anderson.  Pull up the song and listen to 
it.  While you listen think about the moochers. Think about the black woman 
who was a moocher according to Mitt, but she cleaned floors all her life and 
left a black college $250,000.  Mitt needs to apologize and look at the real
moochers, the billionairs that will get an additional 3 million with the Bush 
tax cuts.                 
    
 
 
 
They came by day, and they came by night. 
They came like cattle they were packed so tight. 
They rolled on the stairways and they slept on the decks. 
And the only thing they knew was they could not turn back. 
They came from Sweden and they came from France. 
They came from up and down along the continent. 
They came in floods and they came in waves. 
They came for glory and they came to escape. 
Some held their breath in the morning light. 
As New York Harbor came into sight. 
They leaned on the rails and the decks just to see. 
A statue of a lady known as "Liberty." 
Their hands gripped the rails and their eyes peered up. 
Some were crying with their eyes; some were crying with their hearts. 
They were dreaming of the future; they were crying for a chance. 
Maybe the son of a shipper could even be the president. 

CHORUS: 
Eyes of the healthy and eyes of the lame 
Eyes of the free and the eyes of the chain 
Eyes of the wealthy and eyes of the poor 
Eyes of an Indian who rides nevermore 
Always remember and never forget 
Beneath all the dirt and beneath all the sweat 
Who looked to the future and knew what it meant 
But the hearts and the minds and the souls and the dreams 
In the eyes, eyes of the Immigrant 

Out of Ellis Island they poured like sheep 
Onto the land and into the streets. 
With their hands on their children and their coats on their backs 
They brought nothing more than they could fit in their sacks. 
Carpenters, steel workers, firemen, and cops 
Peddled rags full of shoes in all the neighborhood shops. 
They worked with their hands and they worked with their backs 
Bringin' coal from the ground and puttin' smoke up the stacks. 
Wave after wave the flood never stopped. 
Soon the ones on the bottom they rose to the top. 
They dreamed and they said no matter how its gotten bad, 
You give to your kids the things that you never had. 
Be doctors and lawyers and chairmen of the boards. 
Be the guardians of peace and protectors in the wars. 
You work with your knowledge and your skills and your minds. 
Now its everybody's future that you hold in your sights. 

CHORUS 

Some tried to settle, some couldn't out of fear. 
Some kept dreaming of the new frontier. 
Everybody was convinced they had a place in the sun, 
That it wasn't what you were so much as what you could become. 
Everybody's future wasn't everybody's dream; 
The land could be barren and the streets could be mean. 
It was a fact in the suburbs and the farms and the shacks 
That you only knew ahead there ain't no room to fall back. 
This is the land and the home of the free. 
That's what we want the whole world to believe. 
Not everybody makes it to the top of the heap: 
Some were brought in chains from far across the sea; 
Some lost their way and some lost track; 
And some realized that you can't look back. 
And sometimes you hear it but you don't know where 
The sound of the waves still crashing in your ear. 

CHORUS 

Saturday, November 03, 2012

Tonight will be fine.

Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past. When we swore to each other that our love would last. You kept right on lovin and I went on a fast. Now I am to thin and your love is too vast. But I know from your smile, and I know from your eyes that tonight will be fine, will be fine for awhile, will be fine for awhile.

I choose the rooms that I live in with care. The windows are small and the walls are bare. There is only one bed there is only one prayer. There I wait every night for your step on the stair.  And I know from your eyes and I know from your smile that tonight will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for awhile.

Sometimes I see her undressing for me. She is the soft naked lady love meant her to be. She is moving her body so brave and so free. I have got to remember that is a fine memory.  Yet I know from your eyes,  yet I know from your smile that to night will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for awhile.

Friday, November 02, 2012

The Accumulation

Today was a slow lazy day when the Kadizzles wandered around like ghost in their own house. A light snow fell outside on a dreary day.  The Kadizzles have taken on the task of slowly cleaning the joint.  His Lordship decided it was time to take on the TV room.  Under the television in the den is the historical record of music compiled by the Kadizzles over a life time.  Once the decision was made to clean out the museum, it became apparent two major historical eras had to be discarded.  First was the cassette era.  Once upon a time people listened to music on little cassettes. So there were a couple boxes of those to go into the master mess room down in the basement. Next was the CD era.  Looking at each of those CD's and thinking that is ten bucks, was pretty distressing, but no one actually plays the damn things anymore.  A couple hundred of the disk were rearranged as if someday they might get played.  In the back were some old VHS tapes. Perhaps there were a couple family treasures on them, but they have to go. 

Modern man can trace his life through musical periods.  Kadizzle has lived through the 45 rpm, the 78 rpm, the giant reel to reel tape deck, the 8 track, the small cassette, the CD, and now as we live in either the ipod or cloud era Kadizzle wonders what the next medium will be.