tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32303258767517288792024-03-11T18:45:42.331-06:00An Artist's Window on CultureTim Holmes' BITE-SIZE COMMENTS ON CULTRE AND ART. . . . . . . . . .
Gander my art: TimHolmesStudio.comTim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.comBlogger304125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-91446210226838083642024-01-28T12:38:00.001-07:002024-02-26T11:25:48.522-07:00 My Forrest Gumpy Life: Archbishop Tutu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was 1987 when I got a call from a national United Methodist Church committee that wanted to award<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCxJMsyYCYj_japumpN-mnuU-VESIefVbbTmYEot0vNqCHkpLW7cGRCQOaIjdtmaoEkNEiu5sAGusQTHfFvmHHwUyVRDTDH1jrv91T9j-pUIZECDRrmPF8PCtFfgSFa9rj5xUJoWhCNWt/s1600/Tutu-IShot.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="400" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCxJMsyYCYj_japumpN-mnuU-VESIefVbbTmYEot0vNqCHkpLW7cGRCQOaIjdtmaoEkNEiu5sAGusQTHfFvmHHwUyVRDTDH1jrv91T9j-pUIZECDRrmPF8PCtFfgSFa9rj5xUJoWhCNWt/s320/Tutu-IShot.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
South African anti-apartheid activist and spokesperson <b>Archbishop Desmond Tutu</b> one of my sculptures at an upcoming global event where he was to be the featured speaker. I was of course thrilled to also present the sculpture to him in person, his being one of my ultimate heros! It just so happens my political satire group the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MontanaLoggingandBalletCo/" target="_blank">Montana Logging and Ballet Co.</a> was also scheduled to perform at that conference, so when they heard about it they asked if we could sing him a song at the presentation. Indeed, yes!<br />
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So on the appointed day in Louisville, KY, the four of us were ushered into a dining room where the presentation was to be made. I'll never forget the moment Tutu stepped into the room. He's so short that no one at any distance could see him but we all felt the electricity when he entered! The MLBC was invited up to the podium to sing a song my brother Steve wrote for the occasion, <i><a href="https://www.reverbnation.com/montanaloggingandballetco/song/30759991-take-the-barriers-down" target="_blank">Take the Barriers Down</a></i>. Then I presented the sculpture to Tutu, who was about as gracious as a person could be in receiving it. He cradled the bronze and said he wanted to take it on the plane with him! (Being absolutely bristling with sharp points, that would never be allowed!) Instead his manager assured me it would be safely delivered to him.<br />
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It was the next day as Tutu was introduced for his major speech that, passing by our table, he said to us he wanted to invite us to South Africa! We were of course flattered, but as there was a cultural boycott of the South African racist apartheid government in effect, we instead inquired with his people whether we could instigate a fundraiser in the US for his work. He agreed, we embarked on creating a special Washington DC event for him, and thus began a long relationship with Tutu, which resulted in several projects over the next few years, including his coming to Montana for a special concert in 1990.<br />
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Tutu is perhaps one of the most pivotal personalities of the 20th century, being instrumental, along with Nelson Mandela, in bringing about the relatively peaceful transition of South Africa into the community of democratic nations, ond of the most remarkable events of our time! Meanwhile, I created several sculptures for various of Tutu's projects, we became friends, along with his daughter Mpho, and to this day I am in touch with Tutu's secretary, whom we stayed with in Cape Town for a trip, shortly after the first open and free South African election in 1994 after 500 years of brutal racial repression. I feel incredibly lucky to have been involved in that historical moment and will be forever grateful to Tutu and his team for including me!</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">(Ed. note: <i>My Forrest Gumpy Life</i> is a collection of very short stories of the amazing encounters that seem to happen to me with unusual frequency. The other chapters appear in this blog.)</div>
Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-37305631998808419122024-01-13T16:09:00.002-07:002024-03-11T18:45:39.413-06:00Spreading Generosity<p>My wife Sam and our 11-year-old daughter Penny came home this week with a surprise: a homeless man. The temperature had dipped to -10 and was plunging toward -35 the next day (with a wind chill of -58!)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSOTueFOmsKjqG969PAzqqglNVtp9PmOJTFuhjUYjzYWXfCfJhbeyt8WXfISUL9yGMeGRWLcduiToZo0Jru7j5jDOzpqeER7QyXst74RLVsJhgZ6_eRpuvh61n3TVpWoth_NHugUJCGDqb0ZTE2yq3_WB8t_p_KEtlCYRSBfJDvtNIk9iT5EEa8HOkMI5/s1280/IMG_6749.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1029" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSOTueFOmsKjqG969PAzqqglNVtp9PmOJTFuhjUYjzYWXfCfJhbeyt8WXfISUL9yGMeGRWLcduiToZo0Jru7j5jDOzpqeER7QyXst74RLVsJhgZ6_eRpuvh61n3TVpWoth_NHugUJCGDqb0ZTE2yq3_WB8t_p_KEtlCYRSBfJDvtNIk9iT5EEa8HOkMI5/s320/IMG_6749.jpeg" width="257" /></a></div>Sam and Penny had spent the previous hour driving around looking for homeless people that had not been able to get indoors. At one point they saw a man curled up in a sleeping bag. They asked him if he had a place to get warm. No. So they invited him home to stay with us until the weather warms, thereby likely saving his life. (Another man was rescued by our friend Mark and rushed to the hospital just before he froze.)<p></p><p>Our city's homeless shelter is understaffed, another emergency shelter not ready yet and another group home closed. Though the city's been planning for months to meet the challenge of a growing homeless population, and though winter happens every year, still we barely averted a crisis and only because of people like Sam and Mark. </p><p>Sure, such generosity takes some courage. But if Penny can joke comfortably with her new homeless friend across the dinner table, couldn't more of us muster the courage to offer a kindness to a stranger? I'm sure some folks will condemn us for not being more suspicious, but that is simply not the kind of people we wish to be. The world you see around you is a reflection of who you are. We firmly believe in the goodness of people. Though of course some are really sick, we've yet to meet a single homeless person who causes us fear.</p><p>The cold snap is not over and we may yet hear that someone was overlooked and died. If so I expect many will wish they had done more. Our new friend Loren, 58 and disabled, will still have to climb back into self-sufficiency, but with a few days of respite from the cold world and some needed documents, his chances are much better. And through this interaction our family not only gets to know an interesting new friend, but is given twin priceless gifts: <i>meaning</i> and <i>happiness</i>. Generosity, for its great rewards, is really not that hard.</p><p><br /></p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-21401774116458719112023-12-31T13:26:00.000-07:002023-12-31T13:26:33.270-07:00Taking Our Moral Temperature<p>There is a major rot in the heart of American culture that I've worried about for some time but that's rarely recognized. So it was with great appreciation that I read David Brooks' wonderful article in the Atlantic, <a href="https://www.pressreader.com/usa/the-atlantic/20230901/281509345712096" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">How America Got Mean</a>. His point is that for most of our nation's history there was a widespread focus on moral education, not just in churches but in many local groups and the society at large. There was (until the post-WWII period, he says) a cultural incentive to make people better individuals. That social movement was replaced with a self-focused cultural wave that makes for an increasingly narcissistic society.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WVZocRPuMpmnp8PJvGre-f5JVXOLWK4BGEfGDeilbSiUHOMjJa_6UsbGWsKkI3Kkq54qvYIIDsJSkKjI1EOynwZmWAKaBZR3uw0GlHZAix0UaJt4TCJKSVjNLj3dwu42TIIUfoOrYgJhL1ZphDr0NJjSLYgAOB5Lct2YtqLlx5AmG1lQzfRk3-25DAhl/s242/Mt%20169%20Monk's%20Moment2.Fmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="181" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WVZocRPuMpmnp8PJvGre-f5JVXOLWK4BGEfGDeilbSiUHOMjJa_6UsbGWsKkI3Kkq54qvYIIDsJSkKjI1EOynwZmWAKaBZR3uw0GlHZAix0UaJt4TCJKSVjNLj3dwu42TIIUfoOrYgJhL1ZphDr0NJjSLYgAOB5Lct2YtqLlx5AmG1lQzfRk3-25DAhl/s1600/Mt%20169%20Monk's%20Moment2.Fmy.jpg" width="181" /></a></div>This issue is not easy to identify, but for me is addressed most directly with the question: <i>"What happens to a culture that suddenly abandons its traditional religious devotions?"</i> Regardless of how you feel about religion, it does have a powerful effect on a culture. We can of course point to all the fundamentalist tragedies in history as evidence of the horrors of religion, but that ignores much of the reality, much like saying "politics is the cause of war". We need more information. Much like the conservative/liberal scale in politics, religions always exhibit a parallel wide spread along a scale from the dogmatic to the mystical. Only those who recognize this powerful difference can even make sense of religion's effects on culture.<p></p><p>So it was with significant eye-rolling that I read a <a href="https://thomaszimmer.substack.com/p/moralizing-nostalgia-leads-to-bad" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">refutation of Brooks' article</a> by Thomas Zimmer that has some great criticisms but totally misses the point. He accuses Brooks of oversimplifying the moral critique by himself oversimplifying the conservative perspective: </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #404040; font-family: Spectral, serif, -apple-system, "system-ui", "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol"; font-size: 19px;">Much of the mainstream political discourse is shaped by nostalgia – and the Right understands that they can latch onto that, weaponize it, in order to make their political project of rolling back the social and political progress of the past century more attractive to people who probably don’t consider themselves conservatives, certainly not reactionaries.</span></p></blockquote><p>I agree with his concept that misplaced nostalgia is often used as an excuse for regression by conservatives, but that's not what's going on here, a fact that only exposes the crudity of Zimmer's moral awareness. He's not alone. In fact few in general discourse exhibit the kind of delicacy to distinguish the differences in religious argument. </p><p>Jumping on the oversimplification bandwagon, this is a complex topic that can't be reduced to simple soundbites. I'll simply say that one major reason why every society that we know of has formed its culture around a religious idea is that it provides a civilizing force to the otherwise pretty crude human character. Too often the powerbrokers of religion use their power for further debasement, but the core role of religion is to make people better. </p><p>Brooks' point is not that "moral education" can be used to justify such behaviour, as Zimmer says, but that a culture needs an uplifting force to create good citizens. I'd call that force "religion" (as polluted as that word's become!), the idea that people should be nice to each other. Way oversimplified, but the basic characteristic of religion is that there's a bigger meaning to life than one's tiny needs and that following the golden rule opens a person to that meaning.</p><p>My point here is that religion (as it forms in the human heart, before colonization by the powers that would usurp it) urges people to be better. Failing that is there any other model from which "moral education" can spring? And without moral uplift, there is only one direction a culture will drift.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-60509599091672066222023-09-27T14:33:00.002-06:002023-09-27T14:33:22.041-06:00I Am a Body Shamer<p>I live in a body shaming culture and it's in this context that I've lived my whole life as a figurative sculptor, trying to overcome the tendency of many viewers to sexualize what I do. I've noticed that over the years I've drifted away from depicting figures that could be sexualized more easily. And this troubles me. I too am damaged by the culture.</p><p>We are all damaged in different ways, but mine is unique because of my profession. I would guess that I'm the only figurative sculptor you know, so it could be that I have a useful perspective. Or I may simply irritate you. You decide.</p><p>Recently I placed an ad for models for a class I'm teaching in <a href="https://sites.google.com/site/holmesstudiooffice/home/course" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Figure Drawing</a>. I usually get a number of "beautiful", trim young women and perhaps one trim young man replying. (This tells me that only such people would dare risk being exposed). Then I got a reply and photos from the mother of a young woman who was starting a modeling career and wanted to model. I replied that she looked pretty young to me and she'd have to sign for the girl unless she was 18. Turns out she's 12! So I replied that I would consider it after she turns 16 (age of consent in Montana) and only if the mom was present.</p><p>This offer caused some ire among the women of my family. They're alarmed that any mom would offer her daughter like that and found it very creepy. I can see why, but I argue that young people–– and especially girls–– need to have some experience of exposure in a group (like the group showers we had in my school days) in order to feel what a non-sexual body exposure feels like; because we are exposed way too much to sexualized exposure (almost the only way we experience bodies in this culture!)</p><p>Now that the showers in our schools stand unused, I worry that kids won't ever have a non-sexualized experience of exposing their bodies. You may say that's not needed. I wonder how otherwise a child will ever be introduced to a non-sexual body or gain a sense of body-esteem without <i>some</i> such exposure. In Europe there is nudity on some beaches, nudes in the architecture and partly naked kids appear in ads there, apparently without the culture nosediving into depravity. I think the reason is that there's less fear of nudity and sexual exploitation. </p><p>We of course want to protect our kids! I have a 10-year-old daughter that's been sexually abused and I will protect her with my life! But that doesn't mean I want to keep her from experiencing others' non-sexual appreciation of her body. I feel it would help her to know what an exploitive situation <i>feels like</i> so she could resist it the more fervently. I expect you to disagree, so then let me ask you some questions.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdsVdbVf7FsePsNnAipe2Rn1EuskQ2Q6qwlEz_eA2dZaBiENazEMD5gcb900bKxMVNYkEVpO7B78bF8Dy6HuBv-lrvmwfVAb0qtijTFMpZvyvCYX5pluSDJJoMbjGqOtV362SlyZjsQ7xCA0OcW9WudioGVr4mxevK9GbeKctI8W1VbgHj80j-rDLYlTk/s1522/419%20Upstream.Fm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1522" data-original-width="1257" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdsVdbVf7FsePsNnAipe2Rn1EuskQ2Q6qwlEz_eA2dZaBiENazEMD5gcb900bKxMVNYkEVpO7B78bF8Dy6HuBv-lrvmwfVAb0qtijTFMpZvyvCYX5pluSDJJoMbjGqOtV362SlyZjsQ7xCA0OcW9WudioGVr4mxevK9GbeKctI8W1VbgHj80j-rDLYlTk/s320/419%20Upstream.Fm.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br />If you yourself would not expose your body to a group (say, modeling for an art class) can you truly say that your body esteem is in good shape? You may say it's just a matter of privacy, but do you feel the same of some lovely painting in your house? Why would you not want to show something beautiful to a group that is gathered for that very purpose? If you reply that it's just your preference, I would say this is evidence of the sexualizing of the body in our culture. If you think the only person you want to share your body image with is your significant other, then you've sexualized your nudity; that's its <i>only</i> value and the only circumstance under which you would share it.<p></p><p><u>So how would it feel to you if you were to be exposed</u> and the others' response was "Oh, what a beautiful human that is!" ?? You might say, <i>I'd never do that!</i>, but then I ask again, what is the thing you're protecting, is it your actual self-esteem, or are you simply retreating into the safety of our Shame Culture?</p><p>Another tricky question: <u>Do you think images in art of naked children should be banned</u>? Most would say no. To those I would ask, <u>how are those images then to be formed</u>? Is the sight of a child's body so dangerous and we adults so flawed that we have to ban artists from using naked children as models? Here most would say yes. So then, <u>under what circumstances can such art be made</u>? I don't ask these questions looking for clever answers, but to invite you to wrestle seriously with the kinds of issues I've struggled with for decades. (I made a sculpture of a naked boy in the 80's that now troubles me because the culture has changed. Now what?? <a href="https://www.timholmesstudio.com/product-page/not-approved" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Another</a> has been veiled for 34 years because I can find no public institution that will agree to unveil it.)</p><p>This struggle has similarities to the racial struggle of 100 years ago. Then the whole culture was comfortably racist (for us white folks), and it was easy to say, <i>oh well, that's just the way things are</i>. Many of us today would like to see a more body-positive culture (we're making progress!), but that's just the way things are. I believe that the human body was inalianably created good and beautiful. Sex is a gift but not the body's purpose or destiny. In a sexualized culture, we are all sickened. More than responding <i>I'm not a shamer</i>, it's helpful to say <i>"I too am a body shamer, but want to heal"</i>. In this context I say I long for a day when a person is judged not by their skin but by the content of their character!</p><p><br /></p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-43260929844102345132023-06-22T09:36:00.008-06:002023-06-22T09:38:56.790-06:00Hindu Nationalists Attack My Art<p>India's PM Narendra Modi is currently visiting the US. I had my own run-in a few years ago with repressive Hindu nationalists such as Modi, over this image I published of the 16th century Hindu mystic Mirabai. Surprise, surprise– the dialog wasn't about how significant or powerful the image is!</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEsWHh2SR-Tiws2-RuSb1DijQeUiJ3llVdanqCSSMvYVsxr_O33ZwYV3xylPh_gQLmbHswifuzmNeFTI8r3xGpXBjJ-J7PDfcYDIuf9-UvLpaq7cYpfW5Sk7r1Hf9HoxPHGmGNWfpGyfLtIK3By64aqCYn-XA1ZXlzJGeIJCg9j-CD_PbQ-JrJ8OGBePu/s3899/600%20Mirabai.Fmy.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3899" data-original-width="2978" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEsWHh2SR-Tiws2-RuSb1DijQeUiJ3llVdanqCSSMvYVsxr_O33ZwYV3xylPh_gQLmbHswifuzmNeFTI8r3xGpXBjJ-J7PDfcYDIuf9-UvLpaq7cYpfW5Sk7r1Hf9HoxPHGmGNWfpGyfLtIK3By64aqCYn-XA1ZXlzJGeIJCg9j-CD_PbQ-JrJ8OGBePu/s320/600%20Mirabai.Fmy.jpg" width="244" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mirabai Writes a Tale"</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p>Mirabai, a luminous poet, is well-known today in Indian culture but almost unknown in the west. Like the Buddha, she left a pampered life as a royal princess to go into the wilderness seeking the Divine. Legend says that she (as well as other women mystics for the bhakti sect) would wander naked through rural villages singing her songs of praise to the god she calls Giridhara. Though no one can know her motivations for sure, obviously she had a profound impact. I am living proof, as through the mists of history she has inspired me like no other person! In Hinduism I have found great examples like hers in the historic record of appearance of the radical sanctity of the human body.<br /><br />So it is with sadness that I find it is Hindus who object to this image, on the grounds that nudity = degradation. Fear of the flesh is nearly universal among Western religions, which have covered the body out of fear of its beauty and power, so this is no surprise. But how can genuine illumination come alive in a place where fear and depravity rules? How can ugliness be transformed into beauty? Unlike <i>reading</i> illiteracy, which can be cured with simple education, this kind of <i>cultural</i> illiteracy can only be cured form the inside out. The ability to care or to see beauty comes not from encouragement (though that helps) but from a deep gratitude and joy from within. Like life itself, no one can give it to anyone else!<br /><br />These Hindus want me to disappear this work because they can see nothing but depravity in it (actually, they petitioned me to take if off the internet, <i>by reproducing it in full!</i>) I find this tragic (and all too common!) and I do feel sorry, but no one else can help them. All of us must find beauty by coming alive– or not– on our own.Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-46774342401859497812023-05-12T09:06:00.002-06:002024-01-16T13:04:02.406-07:00Religious Terrorism Comes For Us<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">We're rightfully horrified by religious zealots who perpetrate murder by some twisted dogma, festered into life-denying campaigns. Now it's time for us to recognize the same sort of spiritual violence being perpetrated across our nation in the name of belief systems being forced on the populace by the few. In a nation constructed on the principle of no state religion, this is a travesty all Americans should fight against. I say this as a devout Christian.</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Eu0U_8Yezsd9LQ_-nD18hTa-uC-lsD2d0c8BEFrreYoDwOHCiH0QJOU3FL_9IxYTx-RwujtkPK4S6ABWMDnsJvvDHrjYVO_ncRTcRn6tlZGxpBJJbe5qLUSgbRKsEEY7Cg1MadVU0BfTs3gY_pToZkC4z49vYec4xF7scg5gHod3Dko18altDw3X2g/s1817/Am%20Jihad1.Fmy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1409" data-original-width="1817" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Eu0U_8Yezsd9LQ_-nD18hTa-uC-lsD2d0c8BEFrreYoDwOHCiH0QJOU3FL_9IxYTx-RwujtkPK4S6ABWMDnsJvvDHrjYVO_ncRTcRn6tlZGxpBJJbe5qLUSgbRKsEEY7Cg1MadVU0BfTs3gY_pToZkC4z49vYec4xF7scg5gHod3Dko18altDw3X2g/w400-h310/Am%20Jihad1.Fmy.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"American Jihad", by Tim Holmes</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;">I'm horrified that zealots who call themselves "Christian" using the powerfully transformative message of Christ for violent ends. They thereby not only trample the rights of others, but this profligacy also ruins the idea of 'religion' in the minds of the generations, who can tell from a distance this has nothing to do with Christ's message of love. The religious right is often the first community to suggest we address societal problems with violence, supporting "pro-life" and other restrictions on women, championing guns, supporting the death penalty and refusing health care to trans people and the poor. It's curious how they can twist violent solutions from the teachings of Prince of Peace. With such violence peppering daily news, no wonder the churches are emptying out!</span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">The fundamentalist streak of the Christian faith began shortly after Darwin published his seminal 1859 work pointing out that creation, like ourselves, is not fixed but in process. Those who confused faith with certainty felt threatened, and so scared whole congregations to rally around an idea that creation was fixed by a metaphor used in an ancient creation story that eventually was crystallized into the Bible we know, (including two different versions of the Creation! How often do fundamentalists mention that?) But none of that has to do with Christ. A Christian is one who supposedly follows the example of Jesus, the guy who said "You have heard it said...but I tell you...". These are not the words of a fundamentalist. Yet the general understanding of 'faith' is rooted in fundamentalist fears.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">The real transformative work of the Christian faith is often lost under the bloody footprints of church institutions, which were often controlled by people who loved power more than Jesus. Nevertheless, the most respected of institutions in Western culture–– our hospitals, universities, public schools, welfare programs–– were begun by faith organizations. The inspiration of love can be clearly seen in all these faith institutions before they were taken over largely by corporations and bureaucracies. Now in the services of many of them can hardly be discerned a motivation from love.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;">I come from six generations of Methodist ministers. We are among a quiet population of millions of religious people, Christians among them, who take Love seriously and work in our world to do acts of kindness to all. Love is our master but we don't force our ways or refuse our service to anyone, a lesson we learned best from Christ, but a principle shared by many faiths. Love means never forcing. Use of force–– regardless of the identity of the perpetrator–– is violence, not love. And the perpetrators are following their own agenda, not Christ's. We are saddened that our nation has turned against religion, which I feel is the critical medicine we all need to face death. But in our media world, if it bleeds, it leads, so the religious terrorists are the ones that make the headlines and therefor control the dialog.</p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times;">My pastor father used to say, "The Christian church is the single organization to which membership rests on unworthiness to belong." That kind of humility is critical to keep any of us from becoming our own god, which is a great temptation, particularly because you can find justification for it in the Bible! My tribe is populated by no better people than any other. But we know that love is the most powerful thing in the universe. </span></span></p><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">Power-hungry people the world over have seen how fervent is the devotion of people of faith and how easy it is to force their way into the PR office of 'organized religion'. But the resulting religious terrorism can be minimized the more the public can separate the idea of love from the talk of religious identity; of how we are rather than who we are. I doubt the followers of any faith tradition can disagree with that. It all begins with love.</p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-40534196314056496002023-03-13T08:50:00.010-06:002023-05-26T11:33:34.026-06:00AI Singularity Will Come in Stages<p>I've been fretting about the coming AI revolution for a decade now. It started when I realized that the <i>biggest threat to the human body</i> was going to be not climate change or political turmoil but the persistent human weakness for tech wizardry. In 2014 there were only 6 people in the world paid full-time to try to prevent AI from wiping out humans (according to AI researcher Nick Bostrom). That year I did my TED talk on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5JGbXczavw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">The Erotic Crisis</a> about my fears. But then finally journalists started asking what I thought were the right questions; not "will AI kill us?" but "what effect AI will have on human flourishing?" So I felt I could stop obsessing about it and return to artmaking. </p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBbEkFJ9JRltzFTdsnzTvXTLkMUYOVS6YK9bdI3d2eqXYadRbKSgavE-BX3Q1CNJUSEtzTTNeGCG7ChT_dJUTDkT73Dk8HaiB8zHwV3dz1cZ_3Iyzkr-fKegbLFkE5t7Ot1zsE5RtUD0x_kyZ9kO8GRiE2EXKvb3gHIrMAnhcuueYxIItIMKVv8XDkw/s429/Sub%20SP.jpeg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="429" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoBbEkFJ9JRltzFTdsnzTvXTLkMUYOVS6YK9bdI3d2eqXYadRbKSgavE-BX3Q1CNJUSEtzTTNeGCG7ChT_dJUTDkT73Dk8HaiB8zHwV3dz1cZ_3Iyzkr-fKegbLFkE5t7Ot1zsE5RtUD0x_kyZ9kO8GRiE2EXKvb3gHIrMAnhcuueYxIItIMKVv8XDkw/s320/Sub%20SP.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Self portrait in my AI-generated studio</td></tr></tbody></table>Now we're faced with the game-changing appearance of AI generators, which "create" brand new text or images from human prompts. The results are eerie and downright frightening (as when Bing's Sydney insists that <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2023/02/16/technology/bing-chatbot-transcript.html?unlocked_article_code=BU1fNqvFmQJ3qu4xHJFdocNrqrsi3OiFTFpv0cTHrKyqlHbi6HeQ3sUS5NpjPQkvk7QdXl2-C9G_Uowr28TNsd18FmbsjJZoFszpfZHnCoGUeNv2xgH0XwUxhmNKRw2vTexXkaIhBMxSGZT-oA2EGj4PBr-SVizbUw4OVWN1xhtcYObku5oDhX67lgEhKHUupOXT3zD60oUV7o4Msm746Gss5gu_ShhshqusNzir8pKGq_mrNRzOeBEAZulU3JV4sZxvSn-ZScx5_uva6EHIUOocMBSTXLfSj6oVpUlvzKTgBUApYkh1fmi7iLBuRgfVLRXRW6UlY61o8DZgL6iB2jh5QZs&smid=url-share" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Kevin Roose loved it</a> instead of his wife!) Will humans be obsolete now? Not yet, but it is looking more dire for us every day. (That's why I signed the recent <a href="https://futureoflife.org/open-letter/pause-giant-ai-experiments/" target="_blank">open letter to pause AI development</a>, by The Future of Life Institute.)<p></p><p>I've thought for years that there will not be one Singularity (when AI surpasses human capacities in all cognitive areas), but four consecutive ones, each more alarming and damaging than the last. This not only increases the threat but makes it more difficult to place. The singularity will not so much be a sudden uprising by the machine, but a gradual loss of control by humans (think of the economy suddenly failing for no apparent reason).</p><p>The final singularity will be the objective one, when AI actually does overtake humans. I contend that no one will really know when that is because it will make little practical difference. Because that will be proceeded by three others that will mark the end of human dominance on earth.</p><p>The first Singularity will be <b><i>Economic</i></b>, the point where AI so disrupts employment that vast sectors of the population are made obsolete, as the jobs that have supported us forever are replaced with AI programs that can do the same work, without breaks or any requirements other than power, for pennies.</p><p>The second one will be <b><i>Relational</i></b>, when humans will no longer be able to tell when they are dealing with a machine or a person. This is already happening in customer service and other such applications where it really doesn't matter much whether the voice on the other end is human as long as your problem is solved. But where the <i>relation</i> is most important–– such as between a political representative and her constituents, or AI posing as intimates–– this will be catastrophic.</p><p>The third will be a <b><i>Political</i></b> one, when a certain large portion of the population reacts against the strangeness of a newly unfathomable world where humans have lost control. They will blame whomever they hate most (immigrants, Democrats, techies) and, fueled by social media wildfires, launch a war against the perceived perpetrators, regardless of facts.</p><p>And of course the final singularity is <b><i>Loss of human agency</i></b>, but by that point it will forever be unknowable, which hardly matters. Once civilization is controlled by an invisible hand, humans will simply not matter. “The AI does not love you, nor does it hate you. You are made of atoms it can use for something else," says Eliezer Yudkowsky, quite chillingly.</p><p>AI is being developed without controls by competitors for an unbelievably huge prize, a recipe for certain destruction. Even if all parties know it's a race to doom, every one of them will rather be first than see the other guy win. This is fixed human nature, I'm afraid. Since the capitalist market is now our god, greed will be our downfall. In such an environment, AI will steadily grow in capacity while humans will only defend those places where we can see our own weakness. AI will overtake humans not in areas we imagine, but the places we never thought of, since it will operate in ways that never occurred to us! It won't be until after the takeover, if ever, that humans will finally see where our weaknesses actually lie. More likely, we'll never know how we lost that battle. That's of course too late.</p><p>I don't see any remedy, other than a full stop, which <a href="https://time.com/6266923/ai-eliezer-yudkowsky-open-letter-not-enough/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Yudkowsky recommends</a>. More skepticism and more regulation placed on AI will help slow the crisis. But like Narcissus, we might just die transfixed with the image we see in our reflection. </p><p>I hope we can all apply our humanity to this problem. We need us all. In the meantime, take great refuge in your relationships. Human relationships are what make life worth living. Store up your treasure there!</p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-32094760043997710542023-02-05T07:29:00.001-07:002023-02-05T07:29:49.799-07:00The Shrinking Umbrella of Veracity<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">Once it was that one could rest basic trust in the world through a complex web of interpersonal relationships that knit community together. A con-man lived in isolation because he had to keep moving to find fresh suckers. Ironically, the new global connections we feel through the www does quite the opposite. With the internet disease of misinformation, one's only really sure of one's close friends (and sometimes not even then, since sometimes dead people send me friend requests!) It feels like the umbrella of trust shrinks. Who can really be trusted and how can we tell?</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">I've been troubled over the new AI-generated apps that have become available to the public in the past few months. Like rubbernecking at a car crash, I'm both intrigued and horrified, but can't look away. I love images and reviewing ones spat out by AI is like looking at a whole collection of new art. Granted, some apps are simple and stupid, while some, like DALL-E2 can create some pretty detailed and intriguingly believable images.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"></p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Oa9FrycvwB96KxaRAAOGoLOoP9x5NUkxdjsE4sR7hCVozmn17noYZ_KjuUq7xr6Rdnb0VRUFUcVeR5Kt8kT38ihNUvLhmeobpzoJ4nyMd6ZvhfYXRODgcYYnmQ6LVp7f9EQ4QLfpcOH0HdzWHJuSbt017Pxa1fSvddnC3sH5gQhE10PIBVqKXSOF1A/s1024/Mermaid%20corpse.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img align="BOTTOM" alt="AI-generated image" border="0" height="320" name="graphics1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Oa9FrycvwB96KxaRAAOGoLOoP9x5NUkxdjsE4sR7hCVozmn17noYZ_KjuUq7xr6Rdnb0VRUFUcVeR5Kt8kT38ihNUvLhmeobpzoJ4nyMd6ZvhfYXRODgcYYnmQ6LVp7f9EQ4QLfpcOH0HdzWHJuSbt017Pxa1fSvddnC3sH5gQhE10PIBVqKXSOF1A/w320-h320/Mermaid%20corpse.png" width="320" /></a></p>Among other subjects I've been exploring are generated images in the style of <i>daguerreotypes</i>. The imitation images, remarkably, have the distinguishing characteristics of "real" history. For instance they're full of 'artifacts' of their production: cracks, wrinkles, dust and hair bits, torn or faded edges, each of which hint at the specific physical difficulties of their creation. The AI-generators convincingly replicate not only image details (like a 3D welt on the man's side), but the bad image quality and artifacts from real photos, resulting in an image that <i>reads</i> like an authentic photo. Even the color bar here intimates that the 'collector' of the photo wanted to preserve its proper historic coloring.<p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">For me, a lifetime fan of historic photography, this means that I read an invented image as if it were recording a real historic event. I know it's fake, but my emotion is captured in any case. I can't convince my heart to not participate, to not be alarmed at what looks like a tragedy. My mind can say "this phoney AI app can't even do a proper face!" but a lifetime of interpreting photos as rooted in reality has trained my heart, which leaps. </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">Among hundreds of AI images I've "created", this one continues to haunt me. I know it to be false. So why am I haunted? What in me has been triggered? It is <i>that place</i> in me–– and I would say in all of us–– that is threatened. Any con artist who presents me with this sort of image can capture my heart and I can do nothing about it, except perhaps destroy my compassion. To me this is terrifying. I'm a sitting duck. Not because of AI but because my weakness has been revealed and is now available. How many of my weaknesses are yet to be discovered? And will I know them?</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">What's more, if anyone sees this image out of this context, how will they know it's not real? There's no material difference between this image and any other historic fact. In a world where a third of the populace believes Jewish space lasers set wildfires, who defends "truth" to whom? When reality cannot be distinguished from simulation the web of relationships that once knit us together in community is shattered. I fear that now, with anyone being able to mass-produce cheap virtual facts faster than the truth can get its boots laced, the umbrella of our trust will shrink to our immediate intimates. The danger is not in AI but in human nature, given increasingly powerful tools. Will we survive ourselves?</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"><br /><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-70590918723578199412023-01-13T11:26:00.002-07:002023-01-13T11:26:55.282-07:00Now is the Winter of Our Discontent<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">Every wonderful gift that tech delivers is accompanied by an invisible cost, often one that lies hidden for decades. Creating SOUL in a human is a lifetime task that gives meaning to life. <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2023/01/13/opinion/jodorowsky-dune-ai-tron.html?unlocked_article_code=ag-geHWOLvbF5FVQbYkWsn0scFQ8Ie_kaqLQL4Bunvb3GsZ7lA9ps17GynOl2PWaeDkTjSKH_sbM939bgLCD66yaJj-6VB9ep-_YWbkf8fY1krYOiTIYY5GGrTHTjr0a1CeLwkLMewYsuxDghdPXydSmEFg7vio1UcT_449br4p2WxtCZmbtphMhuRfdPMR_MtZ3dWF37yofmOIK5WjjFxeO-PgzXAVekD4Whqtx_q05ljEN-RqbtxE3-UMy0AMjiu2xNAPteAxmy4rr2evh7ZWkFgLdw15ZUcjwGCDV0sc_drZmESuV6NG5KwAuXVAZr2-lWCOsuglexhn1BH4t57Fw36UlIFtjby1C-bjCoK5n&smid=share-url" target="_blank">AI increasingly absolves us of creating soul for ourselves</a>. Doesn't this just continually degrade human ability and empty out our reason for being alive?</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sQjHNoqi_OaPmmH5tMvhTiWjb_hvX1EqUaTeS6QCNQ79iVxu0ZnTFavaC5JKz5D4PffL63f2PRhpgR8rgjxU8bDov3g0jpJ-RdWEnncrdDQ65hVxR8JPITFOyAanhrKQwmgwQDOQVnPve_RjQUfku7bwPBSlNCSQzC2LksU4qpyhrxfJDWCl3Mg6hA/s1590/AnimaMundi.sm.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1590" data-original-width="1059" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sQjHNoqi_OaPmmH5tMvhTiWjb_hvX1EqUaTeS6QCNQ79iVxu0ZnTFavaC5JKz5D4PffL63f2PRhpgR8rgjxU8bDov3g0jpJ-RdWEnncrdDQ65hVxR8JPITFOyAanhrKQwmgwQDOQVnPve_RjQUfku7bwPBSlNCSQzC2LksU4qpyhrxfJDWCl3Mg6hA/s320/AnimaMundi.sm.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Anima Mundi", by Tim Holmes</td></tr></tbody></table>As a sculptor I recently prompted an AI image generator to create an artwork in my own style. I didn't like the result but a dear friend looked at it and said "You should make that!" What is my value now? I prefer my own creation, but if my friend doesn't see a difference haven't I lost some of my reason for taking up space on the earth?<p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">This incident doesn't diminish my true value in any sense; I'm still loved and appreciated, and my creativity is intact! But if the whole of my professional life––with my years of struggle, training and refinement–– is suddenly "replaceable" by AI, then haven't I lost my agency? The problem lies not in me, but in the <i>sensitivity of the other</i>. </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">So what about when I switch roles and inhabit that of the "other"? I can appreciate an AI-generated painting in the style of Van Gogh, but what have I lost if I can't find that critical human element that is lacking therein? Currently I have to lower my standards significantly to accept an AI "Van Gogh". But if I were paying an artist to create something for me, eventually I might not have to lower my standards at all to accept an instant, free alternative rather than wait months for an expensive original creation. Then <i>what's happened to me?</i> Have I not lost my creative capacity to respond to the human element? Or have I simply decided the human element is <u>worthless to me</u>?</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlZ4Qgd_Tm4OSRBnFFxcJjw604MW2-RosPuZykpRTQb82gkyhwi5y1SND_MqmVwOGelG0grFe9zJL8LDEpCPF46H4ORh9ehBCfZA3kNmlbGlcQhkOTbIC5pWvrnuTT8xzMcU6dJ2-PwsvB02lTpBH5NaKURtXsUrsl_-kBrfig5XWkR23zfVC7lRwnQ/s1080/TH%20AI%20bronze%20.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="fake Holmes" border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlZ4Qgd_Tm4OSRBnFFxcJjw604MW2-RosPuZykpRTQb82gkyhwi5y1SND_MqmVwOGelG0grFe9zJL8LDEpCPF46H4ORh9ehBCfZA3kNmlbGlcQhkOTbIC5pWvrnuTT8xzMcU6dJ2-PwsvB02lTpBH5NaKURtXsUrsl_-kBrfig5XWkR23zfVC7lRwnQ/w294-h320/TH%20AI%20bronze%20.png" title="fake Holmes" width="294" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AI-generated image "in the style of Tim Holmes"</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">We all face the same choice. One is to demand that life present us a struggle and thereby a worthy humanity retains its value. After all, it's the trained pro that's really good at anything; one who's overcome the struggle. On the other path we simply relax into existence as pointless wards of the tech-state, devoid of any talent, skill or reason to aspire to anything! </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">Soon none of us will be irreplaceable by a free AI program. Last year I wasn't on that list as an artist. This year I am. I've been made obsolete! Not to my intimates, of course, but to virtually all others. Besides my fervent friends, who will ever pay for an image of mine if they can get a free AI to make one that ––as far as they can tell–– is just as satisfying?</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">This, now, is the moment of our choice. </p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-84097914003801177642022-11-29T12:56:00.006-07:002022-11-30T11:10:49.233-07:00Living an Authentic Life<p>I was asked recently to address an online group called <u><i>Design Your Life</i></u>, about living an authentic life in times when the culture is trying to manipulate our behavior. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDL3RbXLAsGbBdZoPjQpQEJ5u_oDMsANMpYPNcs_J-isyGwmq7UFSFlEtjrlKbufDQmuy4DNeNfAvCZcjXQtG7txBZvK2-_kyj6R0EieYlgK9mIoeAjMzAvCGpvOh92FsIKFn9CABgpKOgufdm58JG6YUbHVWk64c0auxJ8lZmbW7okgfm_vLHaj-vg/s633/Tim%20suit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="633" data-original-width="631" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpDL3RbXLAsGbBdZoPjQpQEJ5u_oDMsANMpYPNcs_J-isyGwmq7UFSFlEtjrlKbufDQmuy4DNeNfAvCZcjXQtG7txBZvK2-_kyj6R0EieYlgK9mIoeAjMzAvCGpvOh92FsIKFn9CABgpKOgufdm58JG6YUbHVWk64c0auxJ8lZmbW7okgfm_vLHaj-vg/s320/Tim%20suit.jpg" width="319" /></a></div>As an artist I've had to resist the forces of the dominant culture for my whole career in order to be myself, and have become pretty good at it. Now that I intentionally make less money every year, I'm happier <i>not</i> doing other's bidding, but following my heart. <p></p><p>Many people have asked about the presentation, which was recorded. I'm attaching two videos, one of just my talk (26 min.) </p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Spk-UrBnArc" target="_blank">Tim Holmes: Sculpting a Life </a></p><p>...and one with the whole 2-hour conversation including many insightful and deep questions about living in a culture that is always trying to turn us into something else then we are meant to be. </p><blockquote style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 8px;" type="cite"><div dir="ltr"><div style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><div id="yiv6614240910m_-1935507494130964607ydp5e0c33a0enhancr_card_9495053390" style="font-family: YahooSans, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; max-width: 400px;"><a href="https://youtu.be/Fk-YddC4mNU" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" shape="rect" style="color: black; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="max-width: 400px;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="word-break: normal;" width="400"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-radius: 2px; border: 1px solid rgb(224, 228, 233); max-width: 400px; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="word-break: normal;"><table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 2px 2px; border-top: 1px solid rgb(224, 228, 233); max-width: 400px; width: 398.011px;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 2px; padding: 12px 24px 16px 12px; vertical-align: middle; width: 314.027px; word-break: normal;"><div dir="ltr"><a href="https://youtu.be/Fk-YddC4mNU" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" shape="rect" style="color: #196ad4;" target="_blank">Designing Your Life Featuring Artist-Sculptor Tim Holmes</a><br clear="none" /></div><div><br clear="none" /></div><div id="yiv6614240910m_-1935507494130964607ydp5e0c33a0enhancr_card_9495053390" style="max-width: 400px;"><a href="https://youtu.be/Fk-YddC4mNU" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" shape="rect" style="color: black; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="max-width: 400px;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="word-break: normal;" width="400"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-radius: 2px; border: 1px solid rgb(224, 228, 233); max-width: 400px; width: 100%px;"><tbody><tr><td background="https://ecp.yusercontent.com/mail?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.yimg.com%2Flo%2Fapi%2Fres%2F1.2%2F.iTNpWT0YWWXfGrHSABLkg--%7EA%2FZmk9ZmlsbDt3PTQwMDtoPTIwMDthcHBpZD1pZXh0cmFjdA--%2Fhttps%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FFk-YddC4mNU%2Fhqdefault.jpg.cf.jpg&t=1669751101&ymreqid=16386c9e-d8d3-2524-1cbd-3a007a017d00&sig=.t96.HBx5Hph.k3q1Iu0iA--~D" bgcolor="#000000" colspan="1" height="175" rowspan="1" style="background-color: black; background-size: cover; border-radius: 2px 2px 0px 0px; min-height: 175px; word-break: normal;" valign="top"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 398.011px;"><tbody><tr><td background="https://ecp.yusercontent.com/mail?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.yimg.com%2Fcv%2Fae%2Fnq%2Fstorm%2Fassets%2FenhancrV21%2F1%2Fenhancr_gradient-400x175.png&t=1669751101&ymreqid=16386c9e-d8d3-2524-1cbd-3a007a017d00&sig=mFzVmB1.Vpl8Lpd2xIZ3hg--~D" bgcolor="transparent" colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="border-radius: 2px 2px 0px 0px; min-height: 175px; word-break: normal;" valign="top"><table border="0" style="height: 175px; min-height: 175px; width: 398.011px;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="padding: 15px 0px 0px 15px; vertical-align: top; word-break: normal;"></td><td colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="padding: 15px 15px 0px 0px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; word-break: normal;"><div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr><tr><td colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="word-break: normal;"><table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 2px 2px; border-top: 1px solid rgb(224, 228, 233); max-width: 400px; width: 398.011px;"><tbody><tr><td colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 2px; padding: 16px 0px 16px 12px; vertical-align: top; word-break: normal;"><img height="36" src="https://ecp.yusercontent.com/mail?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.yimg.com%2Fnq%2Fstorm%2Fassets%2FenhancrV2%2F23%2Flogos%2Fyoutube.png&t=1669751101&ymreqid=16386c9e-d8d3-2524-1cbd-3a007a017d00&sig=QeMS9RS9JHudNI0rqp7o2w--~D" style="margin-top: 3px; min-width: 36px; text-indent: -9999px;" /></td><td colspan="1" rowspan="1" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 2px; padding: 12px 24px 16px 12px; vertical-align: middle; width: 314.027px; word-break: normal;"><h2 style="color: #1d2228; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px 0px 6px; max-width: 314px;">Designing Your Life Featuring Artist-Sculptor Tim Holmes</h2></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></a></div></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></a></div></div></div></blockquote><p>My hope in sharing this is that you will be inspired to listen to your own inner voice. Contact me with any questions:<br /></p><p>holmes.studio@yahoo.com</p><p>-Tim Holmes</p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-47649136165596745392022-11-25T13:53:00.001-07:002022-11-25T13:53:56.740-07:00One Thanksgiving in Two Worlds Gives Me a Lesson in Love<p>My family had another lovely Thanksgiving, seated around a table that's deeply rooted in our beloved traditions of long and loving relationships. My partner Sam and I had driven several hours to pick up my niece and nephew from the train to join Sam's small kids for a luscious feast and games at my sister's home. We had a beautiful day together. Life doesn't get any better that this! In giving thanks on this day I always think of how lucky we are, and remember all those poor souls elsewhere who spend the holiday alone.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqDnGhU2pM6GHwREFyl097fkbXpJWy67KZWifeWacAzg21iVy9Jbrvg65Z-tOiD1leqFg_5AHeYiLP_z4RBtop6vwg5xqxIcazZBpCW1kkYnfWLm6zQ-KSYpbZQlP0Kfw3x04WeloxTmdvhs1iKHuiMCfCvs_1T2fsdc3lb7ME8iEfiiLghnbXv4X7Q/s4032/Fallen%20angel.Fmy.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqDnGhU2pM6GHwREFyl097fkbXpJWy67KZWifeWacAzg21iVy9Jbrvg65Z-tOiD1leqFg_5AHeYiLP_z4RBtop6vwg5xqxIcazZBpCW1kkYnfWLm6zQ-KSYpbZQlP0Kfw3x04WeloxTmdvhs1iKHuiMCfCvs_1T2fsdc3lb7ME8iEfiiLghnbXv4X7Q/s320/Fallen%20angel.Fmy.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"<i style="text-align: left;">Fallen Angel</i>", by Tim Holmes</td></tr></tbody></table>After a lovely day Sam's kids and I retired to her place for the night. There, on entering her apartment building we encountered a homeless man wrapped in old blankets before her door. It was Tony. We'd met with Tony several days ago at a fast food joint when the temperatures sunk below zero. Sam works as a peer support specialist for people like this with mental health conditions and part of her work is looking after those who suffer. On that day she was unsure if Tony might be volatile so she wanted some support. She could have asked another pro to go with her, but being short-staffed in these hard times, she did the visit on her own time (unpaid), and asked if I'd go with her. <p></p><p>My family has always been involved in social justice issues and charity work. But we often operate on the upper strata of the political and social arenas, not in direct services, so this was unusual for me. Sam wanted to check up on Tony and offer some services that might help him lift himself out of misery and severe alcoholism. But throwing a life ring is one thing. For it to work, they have to grab it. Tony was grateful for the offer (probably more for the simple attention!) but seemed unconcerned and resigned to his fate. ("I see either jail or death, I don't care which", he'd said.) As we left she welcomed him again to sleep in the warm hallway of her building.</p><p>Now, with Tony blocking the door, we tromped through the snow to enter Sam's apartment by the back door. Inside, the kids began to play and I sunk into the couch, despairing over the situation. Meanwhile, Sam quietly made dinner and coffee for Tony and took it out to him. He, quite drunk but appreciative, thanked her. It wasn't an hour later we were all tucked in our warm beds when we heard Tony out on the frozen stoop, just outside our window, retching and moaning. Sam called the cops to have him removed so the neighbors and we could sleep. (They didn't come.)</p><p>Here my own polished sense of Christian charity was tied in knots. The poor guy was obviously in misery. At least he had the decency to barf outside, so why not let him sleep in the hall? She told me she had called Mark, a coworker who a couple years ago was in exactly the same position, living under a bridge as he fought addiction. Mark in now a professional liaison for the homeless and he too has been working with Tony for weeks. On the phone he assured her that–– just like himself–– Tony wasn't yet miserable enough to grab the life ring. He had to decide for himself when it was time to heal. Providing a hot meal and warm place to sleep was compassionate, but was it helping? </p><p>It's very hard for me to think NOT giving aid might be the better choice. But in the company of two seasoned professionals who are as concerned as I am, I have to say they know best. They have both worked to try to help Tony, but it is up to him to <i>decide not to die</i>. No one can do that for him.</p><p>Here's where my own privilege does me in. I've never been in that situation, so I can only operate on what I know, following the "Christian compassion" that I know. But Sam and Mark know from experience how to be most helpful. Our system is designed mostly by people like me who may have good intentions but a simplistic approach. As a result the social service systems we've built are sadly lacking in responsiveness, treating suffering people like cattle; the more the better. Thus my Thanksgiving lesson: to learn to love not by class, not by easy solutions, but one individual at a time. If Tony survives his struggle with his demons, it will not be just because a bunch of liberals like me provided social services (which of course save millions) but because dedicated individuals like Sam and Mark loved the suffering <i>person</i> on the ground, where they live! </p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-31186799039312597852022-08-10T09:44:00.004-06:002024-01-16T13:04:58.347-07:00Gun Culture is SO Close!<p>A couple nights ago I was awakened by an argument outside my open window. It was my neighbor shouting at some guy in a car, apparently from work. Shortly the car sped off and I could hear another voice, of a woman calmly introducing herself to the man as the one who lives in the next apartment (sharing a wall). She must have asked him to put it down, as he replied "It's ok, it's pointed at the ground." It was then I saw in the dim light the assault rifle he held by his side. "I'm glad this is a 'Stand Your Ground' state", he added. She then retreated to her apartment and I stood amazed at her courage. I stood there wondering how much danger we were really in (What if the car didn't speed away, or pulled his own gun, or the woman surprised him or the guy's shoelace broke right then??) </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQ0D7ftwHo074chbNxpe4a_U9AHZg80KPTSZgv4KWOO33UFwZR_sJ-Q0ghoq1rF2uIOCGt0kdOx9C0setF0hBqheCp9VzZJCy2-4s358IY3IHiCWkeSSa_-n6FOhb9Mo6wF9-3RYuIHW_KsM9EXJktoAbe1b4vVOMDIrz7vCu_Lchy3htwreRZIneYw/s640/Gun%20culture.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="518" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQ0D7ftwHo074chbNxpe4a_U9AHZg80KPTSZgv4KWOO33UFwZR_sJ-Q0ghoq1rF2uIOCGt0kdOx9C0setF0hBqheCp9VzZJCy2-4s358IY3IHiCWkeSSa_-n6FOhb9Mo6wF9-3RYuIHW_KsM9EXJktoAbe1b4vVOMDIrz7vCu_Lchy3htwreRZIneYw/s320/Gun%20culture.jpeg" width="259" /></a></div><div>I wish I could say this is a unique situation, but the fact is that I've experienced a number of such incidents within 100 feet of my home or studio over the last 30 years. The first was when a kid living in a house behind my studio brought a friend to show a gun and accidentally shot him in the head... A few years later I had to call 911 when I saw a man with a rifle get out of a car and approach the door of a neighbor friend... Later I got up one morning to see a cop with a rifle hiding behind a tree in my front yard. I quietly opened the door and whispered, "What's going on?" "Hopefully no shooting, get back!" was the reply. Turns out he and his SWAT team, swarming my yard, were able to extract a guy next door who had a host of guns and who'd apparently threatened a family member. And all this is ignoring the incidents of woundings and killings of friends that I didn't witness.<p></p><p>I don't live in a dangerous neighborhood. It's a rather small town and I rarely go out. So is this common, that people around our nation often come into close contact with angry people with guns that we just never hear about because there's not blood enough to make the news?</p><p>I look with some longing at such very cute stories like the Japanese man who<a href="https://japaninsides.com/sapporo-man-tries-to-rob-store-using-lighter/" target="_blank"> tried to rob a store</a> with a lighter! Other advanced nations seem to be able to survive without armed citizens, let alone with assault weapons. How much more healthy is their mental state if they don't have to worry about getting shot? As for me I can never again go back to my pre-knowledge innocence of NOT thinking of the current mental state of my neighbor with the assault rifle.</p><p></p></div>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-48399922964942240842022-03-23T19:21:00.010-06:002022-03-23T19:42:04.238-06:00The Danger of AI: It Isn't Where We're Looking!<p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">As a figurative sculptor I became alarmed at the way Americans view the body way back in the 80's. In trying to trace the source of my concern, I arrived at what I call <i><b>The Erotic Crisis</b></i>, a gradual abandonment of our bodies in a relentless pursuit of "Progress". (See my TEDx talk on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5JGbXczavw" target="_blank">The Erotic Crisis</a>). Since it happens between us and our own flesh, it's very much like climate change on the inside!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">While there are many branches of that nasty tree, the one that most alarms me is the threat posed by artificial intelligence (AI). I fully acknowledge the power and good possibilities of this remarkable technology (I think we'd be well-served by an AI U.S. President!), but the dangers are too great to ignore.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">The tricky part here is that most people who address it are looking in the wrong direction. It's not the machine end of the relationship we need to worry about so much as the human end. The danger I see is not so much about AI reaching a certain capacity, but what happens to the human when the machine starts acting like an autonomous thing! We are very easily manipulable creatures precisely because we are capable of projection, personification and empathy. Even if AI never becomes autonomous humans can still be wildly manipulated despite our best efforts.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">Back in the 60's a programmer developed as a lark the very first chatbot "counselor", a very simple program he named Eliza. But he quickly became alarmed when in no time his secretary began treating it like a friend instead of recognizing it as clever, but dead, algorithm. He tried to denounce his creation when he realized the danger and have it deleted (Frankenstein!), but by then it was too late. (Try it yourself <a href="https://web.njit.edu/~ronkowit/eliza.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>).</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">Concerned experts have been trying for years now to identify "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Machine_Intelligence_Research_Institute" target="_blank">Friendly AI</a>", figuring out how to keep the AI from wiping out humans. Or, more accurately, how to keep humans from being wiped out once AI reaches an autonomous level. Bad news: no one yet knows how to do it. And still, researchers furiously try to race each other to the finish. </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">This is the future of humanity we are talking about here and I feel it should be the subject of every gathering as the fuse burns. But the issues are subtle and the available tools like smartphones, are so useful and cute that it's hard to be alarmed.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0.08in;">I'm being interviewed on radio about this for a 90-minute talk show with Marisa Diaz-Waian on the subject in a week if you care to listen in and join the conversation:</p><div class="ydpd9f91c00DraftEditor-paragraphElement" data-block="true" data-editor="fc7sn" data-offset-key="6ns03-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #241e12; font-family: aktiv-grotesk, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 1em 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-block ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="6ns03-0-0" data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="6ns03-0-0" style="font-weight: bold;">Thurs. Mar. 31 8:30 AM (MST)</span></div></div><ul class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-ul" data-offset-key="2u0r1-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #241e12; font-family: aktiv-grotesk, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><li class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-unorderedListItem ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-depth0 ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-listLTR" data-block="true" data-editor="fc7sn" data-offset-key="bmeel-0-0" style="direction: ltr; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 1.5em; position: relative;"><div class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-block ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="bmeel-0-0" style="direction: ltr; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="dncvu-0-0">Listen live here: </span><a class="ydpd9f91c00sc-1bctqj2-0 ydpd9f91c00qOIqX" href="https://newstalkkgvo.com/listen-live/popup/" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: transparent; color: #004c81; cursor: pointer;" target="_blank"><span data-offset-key="dncvu-1-0">https://newstalkkgvo.com/listen-live/popup/</span></a></div></li><li class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-unorderedListItem ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-reset ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-depth0 ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-listLTR" data-block="true" data-editor="fc7sn" data-offset-key="2u0r1-0-0" style="counter-reset: ol0 0; direction: ltr; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 1.5em; position: relative;"><div class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-block ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="2u0r1-0-0" style="direction: ltr; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="2u0r1-0-0">Call-in number: 406-721-1290</span></div></li><li class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-unorderedListItem ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-depth0 ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-listLTR" data-block="true" data-editor="fc7sn" data-offset-key="bmeel-0-0" style="direction: ltr; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 1.5em; position: relative;"><div class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-block ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="bmeel-0-0" style="direction: ltr; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="bmeel-0-0">Radio website: </span><a class="ydpd9f91c00sc-1bctqj2-0 ydpd9f91c00qOIqX" href="https://newstalkkgvo.com/" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: transparent; color: #004c81; cursor: pointer;" target="_blank"><span data-offset-key="bmeel-1-0">https://newstalkkgvo.com/</span></a></div></li><li class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-unorderedListItem ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-depth0 ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-listLTR" data-block="true" data-editor="fc7sn" data-offset-key="9kjvl-0-0" style="direction: ltr; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 1.5em; position: relative;"><div class="ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-block ydpd9f91c00public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="9kjvl-0-0" data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; position: relative;"><span data-offset-key="9kjvl-0-0">On-demand interview recordings landing page (usually available within a week after airing): </span><a href="https://newstalkkgvo.com/radio-on-demand/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #196ad4;" target="_blank">https://newstalkkgvo.com/radio-on-demand/</a></div></li></ul><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, I urge you to think clearly about your relationship to technology and how our love of <i>the machine</i> makes us daily less willing to live in our bodies. Don't abandon your body. Be an angel, but please while you still have a choice, choose to be an embodied animal on this beautiful earth too!</div>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-62244284111937122452022-02-02T15:24:00.001-07:002022-02-02T15:24:34.861-07:00Mystery of the Montana Dolmens<span style="font-size: medium;">
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</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">It's a breathtaking arrangement of stones to find deep in the
woods (a hunter reported this find!) </span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">At 28 feet tall, <i>Tizer Dolmen</i> is isolated from other stones. It's impossible to
see this bizarrity without thinking of slave armies, giants or maybe architecture-loving
dinosaurs. </span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Of course we refuse to believe that actual giants put this
together. We tend to blame science. </span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So let's say for a minute you're God. (Don't worry, you'll be returned.) Without
those marvelous opposable thumbs, with tools like glaciers, earthquakes,
millennia, etc., how would you place that capstone without knocking
over the uprights? </span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">It's too many for me. But as a sculptor I'm filled with awe!</span></p><p>
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</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/#" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="320" name="graphics2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYJJurvMGE6gg6dBB1h8vmUaOumBjdvk9gVxMcv66pJb27ta7dFB5NcpaGk6MS8EXZuSjL5-z3ZteyCz7TONLSReb4P_E64wUKhYzn3JC8lepPNLAScP_VU8Bk5xzpPQ5MWoumw23ViTCb/s320/P65e+Dolmen.jpeg" width="240" /></a></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Another, <i>Tower Dolmen</i> has two capstones balanced on each other, all on the peak of a hill. <br /></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The "pinned" rock above–a few tons of unbalanced
stone–would have to be carefully placed at the same time as the
upper one, right? Or do I misunderstand time as well? <br /></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So, suppose there were two glaciers, one to deposit and hold steady the uprights
and another to perfectly position the lintels in balance.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Given that,
the two glaciers would then have to melt away <i>without moving</i> in order to keep
the arrangement stable. </span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Again, how would God do that without suspending gravity
for an afternoon?</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/#" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="320" name="graphics3" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPt44JI4SxLde_ttKEPnv4eIScsu8RG-xhIpc2j6lYsVOjl6vyA9WAIUpu7U4NWDnVB6dFZeMpLs4ltW9jvtCqXW6UaeFoupfCMP53pj-RwFMlBacnqbJr2HWzKa6fMPfTB81dqOpIz7p/s320/P65k+Dolmen.jpeg" width="240" /></a></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">A few yards away is an astonishing dolmen called Evergreen (which,
although I can't verify it, is said to be the tallest in the world at
85 feet!) </span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The thing that so stuns me about this is that the right upright is
made up of three massive stones, two of them log-shaped. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">They're
not perfectly round, but it boggles my brain to think how this
arrangement was made or that our frequent earthquakes haven't knocked it over like any self-respecting kid with blocks!</span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
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</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">OK, I give up. It's gotta be those aesthete dinosaurs!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAUqAhgd7m23rNWtt1no6Kup-sTghuDN8iqJWWLpa4nveTa7g2q6vNZyhJ7s-zF6dlnUgDUnNGx2F57u7mC2fRznPeFxAN-AUUVYNE9uEJkzqGwEdXz33IAs1cRAgGcjL3I17YwoOPXR1/s960/No+touch+stone.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="240" name="graphics4" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAUqAhgd7m23rNWtt1no6Kup-sTghuDN8iqJWWLpa4nveTa7g2q6vNZyhJ7s-zF6dlnUgDUnNGx2F57u7mC2fRznPeFxAN-AUUVYNE9uEJkzqGwEdXz33IAs1cRAgGcjL3I17YwoOPXR1/w320-h240/No+touch+stone.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">One of my </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">favorite dolmens features a </span>capstone balanced on only
one boulder, though it looks to be jammed up against another vertical
one. But it turns out that––are you sitting down?–– <i>it doesn't touch! </i>There's actually a tiny gap of about 1/2
millimeter! So how did that space happen</span><span style="font-size: medium;">? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Again if I were the sculptor, leaving that vanishing gap would be
impossibly hard without massive precision tools. I'm filled with
wonder! I don't for the life of me see how nature did that. I also
have a hard time believing high-tech extraterrestrials did this without the next earthquake toppling them. In
fact all the possible stories are far-fetched. </span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I think the true tale is the one that fills the viewer with the
most awe. After all, humans are created for awe and when we find it,
we fulfill our purpose!</span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
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</span><style type="text/css"><font size="4">P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }</font></style>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-74555363132334395772021-12-26T08:52:00.004-07:002021-12-26T15:01:35.416-07:00My Story with Archbishop Tutu<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI2vRZCJpyrDxk2UNekUXrTy4iFtG-HizQRcLC0ExfTmMGQiF2aECpU31jUFxOtE7Wdg-9cOJ51igR0Q7fkJJq4HRiP6rL8xFDVa5K3LT85OYe4QOL9pPORegbvRl_RJ2hv7q6viCh_4Xp-NIjc6-P5cH1mFhEo88lsNpXf2BeAJFAGC268AjK8_OwPw=s1618" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Tutu and Tim in a hug" border="0" data-original-height="1618" data-original-width="1449" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI2vRZCJpyrDxk2UNekUXrTy4iFtG-HizQRcLC0ExfTmMGQiF2aECpU31jUFxOtE7Wdg-9cOJ51igR0Q7fkJJq4HRiP6rL8xFDVa5K3LT85OYe4QOL9pPORegbvRl_RJ2hv7q6viCh_4Xp-NIjc6-P5cH1mFhEo88lsNpXf2BeAJFAGC268AjK8_OwPw=w287-h320" title="A great hug from a great, small man." width="287" /></a></div>I was crestfallen to hear of the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TbmHQ6zwkc" target="_blank">death</a> of Archbishop Desmond Tutu of South Africa (SA). He had been one of the architects of the movement against the Nazi-like apartheid government that kept blacks and "colored" people (5 classes of race division) cruelly subjugated. And he was my friend. I ended up doing a <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/13s03U__1EYkDrjCRIjCDjQi162gN0wil/view" target="_blank">number of projects</a> with him.<p></p><p>In 1987 one of my sculptures, <a href="https://www.timholmesstudio.com/product-page/i-shot-an-angel" target="_blank">"I Shot an Angel by Mistake"</a>, was to be awarded to Tutu at a global gathering of the United Methodist Church in Louisville, KY. I was asked to make the presentation to him. It just so happens that my political satire group, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MontanaLoggingandBalletCo" target="_blank">The Montana Logging and Ballet Co.</a> (MLBC) was also performing at the same event, so they of course wanted to sing at the presentation. When we did so we made a great connection with Tutu (who was so moved by the sculpture he wanted to take it with him on the plane!) The next day as he passed by us on the way to give his speech he said he wanted to have us sing for him at some event. </p><p>This was during the worst of the apartheid violence, when the white SA government was slaughtering protesters and torturing political prisoners. All of us were doing what we could to support the anti-apartheid movement. So we arranged for Tutu to come to Washington D.C. for a small fundraiser. There we performed a concert and he spoke. I remember the VIPs there––senators and a presidential candidate–– had to wait for Tutu to greet and thank all the help before he greeted anyone else in the room!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-957k4P5hGxOL-6-ihpAdnrAaJ5O03Bywe4-H2oNWbCUVfE-TWWjOxeSKEolFvViczkvMIN71U20kF9vbcK389VwSbZUZneA3uFfrbOqBb4ZmW7cB2v8InaNhSKGRGXVN3qI0gOqfpLjekuHBWkvpmxOZnjEvhLraCKlpxcPom3XLOne_SkzEdNvtkQ=s764" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Tutu with Montana Logging and Ballet Co." border="0" data-original-height="509" data-original-width="764" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-957k4P5hGxOL-6-ihpAdnrAaJ5O03Bywe4-H2oNWbCUVfE-TWWjOxeSKEolFvViczkvMIN71U20kF9vbcK389VwSbZUZneA3uFfrbOqBb4ZmW7cB2v8InaNhSKGRGXVN3qI0gOqfpLjekuHBWkvpmxOZnjEvhLraCKlpxcPom3XLOne_SkzEdNvtkQ=w320-h213" title="Tutu with Montana Logging and Ballet Co." width="320" /></a></div>The MLBC went on then to invite Tutu to come to Helena, MT to do another fundraiser in 1990. Again we performed and he spoke, in his unforgettable combination of fiery rhetoric and humor, and we raised almost a million dollars in cash and scholarships for black South Africans.<p></p><p>Tutu wrote the liner notes for our first album, <a href="https://www.reverbnation.com/2426222/album/227363" target="_blank">Take the Barriers Down</a>, (Listen to <a href="https://www.reverbnation.com/montanaloggingandballetco" target="_blank">the song</a>.) the and I went on to do more sculpture projects with him. After the fall of the apartheid regime and the election of the great leader Nelson Mandela, he invited my manager Bob FitzGerald and I to SA to help raise money for a peace center outside the Cape Town prison where Mandela was a political prisoner for 27 years. There we stayed with Tutu's secretary, got a private tour of the island prison, and I got permission from the new government to use stone the prisoners quarried for sculpture bases!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbvpI0ANc950b0L1Lst-mrHT_k-8OadHswDwxlrcw4DEGEy9Ja4turiOcL5HzOfUqM8ccihHy_WUDz4VigSJKUjGDN3bb6kMc7Q7GL1BBtsupljIZgDaDuKXNYoncqpRJ1fwSRt-NpgxvIQBmCn82GwDhH3x22Kuo7R00dgw8Hf7rtVtP5oNLbr_czfA=s235" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Tim presents Olympic Africa to Tutu" border="0" data-original-height="235" data-original-width="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbvpI0ANc950b0L1Lst-mrHT_k-8OadHswDwxlrcw4DEGEy9Ja4turiOcL5HzOfUqM8ccihHy_WUDz4VigSJKUjGDN3bb6kMc7Q7GL1BBtsupljIZgDaDuKXNYoncqpRJ1fwSRt-NpgxvIQBmCn82GwDhH3x22Kuo7R00dgw8Hf7rtVtP5oNLbr_czfA=s16000" title="Tim presents Olympic Africa to Tutu" /></a></div>I ended up creating the bronze <a href="https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid=sites&srcid=ZGVmYXVsdGRvbWFpbnxob2xtZXNzdHVkaW9vZmZpY2V8Z3g6NDQxZjNmYTVlYjg2MDc5ZA" target="_blank">"Welcome Home" for that center</a> (installed a year later) and also creating a bronze for Cape Town's bid for the 2004 Olympics. That would have been a great party to celebrate SA's relatively peaceful conversion to democracy, but it was not to be. After the 2004 Olympics were awarded to Athens for a few days my Olympic sculptures (<a href="https://www.timholmesstudio.com/product-page/olympic-africa" target="_blank">"Olympic Africa"</a>) were embroiled in a front-page controversy as the Cape Town businesses that funded the bid scrambled to recoup some of the money they'd spent and so tried to seize my bronzes. I told the press that I'd given the sculptures to Tutu's <a href="https://www.tjrc.org/" target="_blank">Truth and Reconciliation Commission</a> (I hadn't until that moment!) and they were saved.<p></p><p>Despite the success in SA the new leaders were embroiled in the sad corruption that has plagued the nation since, which Tutu's secretary has struggled to counter as Tutu aged and suffered health issues. But she did tell me that Tutu, when he went to his private chapel during the worst years of apartheid to do his daily devotions, lit a candle before my bronze, <a href="https://www.timholmesstudio.com/product-page/the-rumble-of-release" target="_blank">The Rumble of Release</a>. For me this is the greatest compliment I've ever received! Tutu, a tiny man, will always be a monument.<br /></p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-80969791491532592342021-12-18T07:52:00.000-07:002021-12-18T07:52:05.158-07:00Who's Exploiting Whom?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-WkDrHXp9MT0GvaTUTG5VWqBZ3qziy_iGWY9cp1OxPssp3RTFae7CdNkUS-89D7Id6ZXH2UA2eJaBoPv8JIU3QP91N_kRDVLGIUpbQOFLVMqyl0v4ERSl9bxCOLLya1X-XwOfH74LUlXsVSe-QPfYwmb583EVovkiZwwee9AVt5AVhEv-fNVS-vIibw=s400" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-WkDrHXp9MT0GvaTUTG5VWqBZ3qziy_iGWY9cp1OxPssp3RTFae7CdNkUS-89D7Id6ZXH2UA2eJaBoPv8JIU3QP91N_kRDVLGIUpbQOFLVMqyl0v4ERSl9bxCOLLya1X-XwOfH74LUlXsVSe-QPfYwmb583EVovkiZwwee9AVt5AVhEv-fNVS-vIibw=w300-h400" title="Sounding One, pencil by Tim Holmes" width="300" /></a></div></div><p>As a figurative sculptor I've spent much of my life turning over the questions of exploitation in viewing the body. As a male artist, when I depict a female body, how much of my response is authentic and how much a matter of our cultural socialization we refer to as the "male gaze"? What am I to do if the model that shows up is pretty close to the idea body type that our patriarchal culture prefers? If I depict what I see there are going to be those who feel the model is objectified, whereas if the model is overweight or old or misshapen, not so much. What does a non-exploitive depiction look like? Often the answers seem to reveal more about the speaker than resolving the situation. So here's my take:</p><p>Yes, the patriarchy objectifies women (as well as most of nature!) That's horrid and we should work against it. But Nature is also what created our bodies and it's quite clear that for a human, another human body is the most beautiful thing there is! All the more so with young, healthy women. I suspect that's because each of us was born of a body that looks like that; so that body becomes unconsciously the image of The Divine (She who created and sustains us.) I can certainly see how anyone who's been objectified rails against another's suffering the same. But this does not negate my own experience. I see in the woman both a sexual animal and an "object" of beauty. Does that mean I'm objectifying her? I'm aware how <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2021/12/09/t-magazine/joan-semmel-nude-portraits.html?action=click&algo=als1-original&block=editors_picks_recirc&fellback=false&imp_id=253645290&impression_id=f4f46397-6006-11ec-8314-b52e9f1582de&index=2&pgtype=Article&pool=pool%2Fe76d7165-92f7-4bd2-bc6e-298322d3680a&region=footer&req_id=101580247&surface=eos-home-featured&variant=1_als-original">women artists</a> can depict the female body sexually (VERY common in women artists!) without accusations of objectification. That doesn't so much mean they're free from that fault, but that that's OK in the patriarchy. </p><p>We cannot see beauty without delighting in our experience of it. The same happens to me with sexual arousal. Yet I too bristle at images of sexy women that hints at nothing beyond. I delight in my experience. If you enjoy a good meal are you objectifying your food? A sunset? These are the tough questions.</p><p>In the end there's no winning this argument, there's only learning. When I hear the conversation come up it becomes clear (since everyone has a dog in this fight) that the best answers are always going to be subjective. So please do respond to an image, but then listen to yourself... What do you learn?</p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-3069784277393652782021-12-02T13:33:00.007-07:002021-12-02T13:37:41.380-07:00Our Toxic Entitlement Society<p>Forgive me, for I have sinned. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioJ5cw3tLlPsDwjotXMp-6Q70hVMOGrRdKKE9ODzHM4cnbSrOynyJUWIirO5FUsBOYSf5TkVFXhyphenhyphenbprEgb5VSNAxNMmkQmE2StBVbR9Wk_YdU6KCHvFEQdWuA19qoplLtwGBhma2K8MGz/s930/Beggar+Christchild.Fmy.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Beggar Christchild" border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="430" height="642" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioJ5cw3tLlPsDwjotXMp-6Q70hVMOGrRdKKE9ODzHM4cnbSrOynyJUWIirO5FUsBOYSf5TkVFXhyphenhyphenbprEgb5VSNAxNMmkQmE2StBVbR9Wk_YdU6KCHvFEQdWuA19qoplLtwGBhma2K8MGz/w297-h642/Beggar+Christchild.Fmy.jpg" title="Beggar Christchild. by Tim Holmes" width="297" /></a></div>I've grown up cherishing the ideals of the American Dream of hard work and self-reliance. I thought if I worked hard and relied largely on myself I was due a comfortable living. Was there some part of the dream I forgot about that included others? After all I'm generous and give 10% of my income to those slackers that don't work as hard as I do. If the world fills with slackers is that my fault? <p></p><p>Is it my responsibility that everyone wants the expensive apartments in the city? I don't hate people that are different from me, but why don't they then form their own gated communities? I don't mind if they want to live nearby as long as they don't inconvenience me. I'm no bigot. I pay for police to protect us all from fear. Others needn't worry as long as they follow the law and don't make us fearful. Is it so hard not to scare people?</p><p>I have good taste, always recycle and appreciate artesian water. By buying water from a pristine part of the country I'm supporting jobs for those locals. I'm sure their own drinking water is fine, and if not they have stores closeby. In fact I create jobs by employing thousands who simply don't have my skills. It's my taxes that pay for their schools and health care! Well, yes, I avoid taxes mostly, but that's simply playing wisely by the rules. And yes, my lobbyists are successful, but I only support those policies that are popular. Obviously, because they always pass.</p><p>So of course I'm furious with those homeless that crowd my entrance! Where is the compassion of their families? Why don't they take care of their own like I do? Sure my nephew is one, but there are institutions for his kind. I love him but if he wants to live on the street, hey that's the true freedom of living in the US!</p><p>Frankly we'd all be happier if people would stop messing up the parks I pay so much to keep clean and private, what with their fires and noise and all those stinking corpses. Yes, forgive my optimism.</p><p>Oh, and please forgive them also, bless their little hearts. For they know not what they do!</p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-30140612346261600772021-08-23T11:25:00.005-06:002021-08-23T16:08:42.951-06:00Lying Flat for Humanity<p><span face="nyt-imperial, georgia, "times new roman", times, serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 20px; text-align: center;"><span face="nyt-imperial, georgia, "times new roman", times, serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVH7v2NgL9TqTgOaKpOQUdlJuE0pg_dYo7NzqUN8ZBNZkW7aggbSy4jN20RbcJio-E6OUdPeECPacIBM9gOGvmgxthVsIekECX-OGPCH5tv6sfzzYlqnWChpE1fOLPjz94R00Vzk7Yp1jh/s2133/Mt+121+Dark+Tsunami.Fmy.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1849" data-original-width="2133" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVH7v2NgL9TqTgOaKpOQUdlJuE0pg_dYo7NzqUN8ZBNZkW7aggbSy4jN20RbcJio-E6OUdPeECPacIBM9gOGvmgxthVsIekECX-OGPCH5tv6sfzzYlqnWChpE1fOLPjz94R00Vzk7Yp1jh/w320-h277/Mt+121+Dark+Tsunami.Fmy.jpg" title="Great Inundation, by Tim Holmes" width="320" /></a></span></div><span face="nyt-imperial, georgia, "times new roman", times, serif" style="background-color: #660000; color: #e69138;"><span style="font-size: 20px;">"I see a system that, even if it bounces back to “normal,” I have no interest in</span><br /><span style="font-size: 20px;"> rejoining, a system that is beginning to come undone." </span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000;"><span face="nyt-imperial, georgia, "times new roman", times, serif"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #e69138;">So</span><span style="color: #01ffff;"> <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2021/08/22/opinion/lying-flat-work-rest.html?campaign_id=39&emc=edit_ty_20210823&instance_id=38594&nl=opinion-today&regi_id=73324658&segment_id=66989&te=1&user_id=59730dec0f686adb632f8ff9aff19f1d" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">says a NYT reporter</a> </span><span style="color: #e69138;">who is dropping out of the capitalist work world to honor their own humanity, like much of </span><a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/how-lying-flat-took-chinas-overworked-millennials-by-storm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #01ffff;">the youth of the far east</span></a><span style="color: #e69138;">. </span></span></span><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Capitalism has produced a world that turns humans into machines to grind money into wealth (for a worker's "superiors"). We were not made for this. I see a high salary as correlating almost exactly to the dehumanization of work. So indoctrinated are we that we almost can't conceive of a work life that fills us with joy. Every so often we hear in an interview "I can't believe I get paid to do this!" What a shame that such a statement is remarkable. That should describe all of our lives. </span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="1to25-0-0" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #660000; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #e69138;">How many millions of us trudge along like slaves, compelled to work at dead-end jobs that drain our energy and add nothing to our well-being? And all this for a paycheck so unlivable that </span><a href="https://www.cnn.com/2021/07/15/homes/rent-affordability-minimum-wage/index.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #01ffff;">in not a single US county</span></a><span style="color: #e69138;"> can a minimum wage worker afford a two-bedroom rental! The only reason for a minimum wage law at all is apparently to keep capitalists from imposing outright slavery.</span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="1to25-0-0" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #660000; color: #e69138; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;">We don't have to live like this, and young people all over the world are catching on! Is it any wonder businesses can't find workers in this climate? More young people are seeing how awful our civilization is to humans and other living things and now they are refusing to participate.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000;"><span data-offset-key="1to25-0-0" style="animation-name: none; color: #e69138; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;">I learned the phrase "downwardly mobile" from a rich friend who was trying to downsize––against his class tradition–– to a reasonably sized apartment. Some 20 years ago I was inspired to do the same. When I could not succeed in the capitalist world without compromising my principles I decided to intentionally </span><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">make less money</span><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> every year</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #e69138;">. It has worked. For the past 15 years I've lived well below the poverty line and never been happier! I consume very little, ride my bike everywhere, and do my own work for joy rather than money. I even try to think of ways of avoiding making money because it is not needed. I largely </span><a href="https://randomgiftsofart.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #01ffff;">make gifts of my work</span></a><span style="color: #e69138;">. This is the erotic life.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #660000;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><span data-offset-key="1to25-0-0" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;">"</span><span style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;">For</span><span data-offset-key="1to25-2-0" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"> as we begin to recognize our deepest feelings, we begin to give up, of necessity, being satisfied with suffering and self-negation, and with the numbness which so often seems like their only alternative in our society."</span></span></span></p><div data-block="true" data-editor="cbo4a" data-offset-key="794uh-0-0" style="animation-name: none; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="794uh-0-0" style="animation-name: none; direction: ltr; position: relative; transition-property: none;"><span data-offset-key="794uh-0-0" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #660000; color: #01ffff; font-family: times; transition-property: none;"><a href="https://fredandfar.com/blogs/ff-blog/the-erotic-as-power-by-audre-lorde" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Audre Lorde spoke in 1978</a> </span><span data-offset-key="794uh-0-0" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #660000; color: #e69138; font-family: times; transition-property: none;">about refusing to work in a system that is inherently anti-human. Is it any wonder businesses can't find workers who refuse to work under inhuman conditions? </span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="cbo4a" data-offset-key="2spas-0-0" style="animation-name: none; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="2spas-0-0" style="animation-name: none; direction: ltr; position: relative; transition-property: none;"><span data-offset-key="2spas-0-0" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #660000; color: #e69138; font-family: times; transition-property: none;"><br data-text="true" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;" /></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="cbo4a" data-offset-key="7gb88-0-0" style="animation-name: none; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="7gb88-0-0" style="animation-name: none; direction: ltr; position: relative; transition-property: none;"><br /></div></div>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-7923360730979137232021-06-14T06:24:00.005-06:002024-01-28T12:11:14.250-07:00My Forrest Gumpy LIfe: Meeting the Most Important Man<p><span style="background-color: #783f04; color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Here's a funny story. This weekend the guy who broke down </span>outside my studio happened to be<span style="font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">the most important man in the world!</span></span></p><p></p><div><span style="background-color: #783f04; color: #ffa400; font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">I was just settling down with my art partner, Garret Garrels, for a visit about the next phase of our project. We'd settled inside the pair of double doors that open out onto the street from the 2nd floor when we heard a terrible noise outside and saw a truck grind to a halt. It was hauling a boat trailer, which had come unhitched after hitting a bump. </span></div><div><span style="background-color: #783f04; color: #ffa400; font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #783f04; color: #ffa400;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1543" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8pGVJ0CVDe7v6CT6tQNwxJXLol2R779zreWunixKIOVZW1qX5rvyBUNzXjHzVq2Gk6mtccrRUA_Z8M_AjPaSvzpGym84aGI4qVlK2hJlaf6uSCNikSPEM2C-BaBZgYbEZwlJbw2-hTR5D/s320/GG+35.JPG" width="320" /></span></span><span style="background-color: #783f04; color: #ffa400; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif;">We went out to see if we could help and the driver turned out to be </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2019/09/05/opinion/steve-bullock-2020.html" target="_blank">"the most important man in the world"</a>! </span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #783f04; color: #ffa400; font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #783f04; color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Or so he was called by the press last year when our former Governor Steve Bullock was running for the senate. As a blue governor of a red state (and a presidential candidate) he was running for the senate. And if he won he would flip the senate and put an end to the Trump reign. (Remember how dire that felt?) His mother-in-law also happens to live on the corner, which is where he was headed with his boat. So Garret and I dragged out a jack and helped him get the trailer back on the truck and sent him off with our blessing and a </span><i style="font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 16px;">Random Gifts of Art</i><span style="font-family: "bookman old style", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> book. He knows me from the Montana Logging and Ballet Co., but was very gracious and thankful for our help. How many people can brag about getting that from the most important man in the world? I just love Montana!</span></span></div>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-35241681058637721342021-03-13T06:55:00.015-07:002021-03-13T13:42:18.606-07:00A Most Amazing Rare Sighting!<p>This morning I saw the most incredible thing! I was out for a power walk
near the capital, heading south. I turn to the east and saw in the sky a
string of lights in a streak that I immediately thought was a bright
meteor trail. But when it did not vanish I stopped in my tracks and
stared unbelieving. Here was a string of about 15 or 20 lights, like a
string of pearls, apparently unmoving. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQpKcu7RDqs_-LReJ3Xb4CV74VOPRj88YtDBntcCjuRyCGQuLOaNimp8Xbxu4E5rvLuvc6cKh-C1GheuAAFwlv2mMZozLcfUtSqTpX0ErZtD1Ge0dfhmca1HreVFmccxaafoQ5eU2HNvF/s2048/Pearls+Orientation+%2528bright%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXQpKcu7RDqs_-LReJ3Xb4CV74VOPRj88YtDBntcCjuRyCGQuLOaNimp8Xbxu4E5rvLuvc6cKh-C1GheuAAFwlv2mMZozLcfUtSqTpX0ErZtD1Ge0dfhmca1HreVFmccxaafoQ5eU2HNvF/w640-h480/Pearls+Orientation+%2528bright%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I stared in astonishment for a long time, thinking, 'could this be a string of lights hanging from a tree? Something trailed by a plane?' I realized after several long moments that I had my phone with me and though the sky was pitch black I pulled it out and tried to take some photos. I managed to get several photos, trying to zoom in. I couldn't even tell if I was even pointing at the right part of the sky, so I put the phone away. (Turns out I got 6 time stamped over 16 seconds*). After about a minute I began walking to try to find a better vantage point. "This can't be real! How am I being fooled? What IS this?"<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was only after a couple of minutes that I realized the lights were in fact falling and fading at the same time.
By the time the lights faded out I was speculating that this must have been the trail of a meteor that left a string of glowing bits that then floated down slowly. The only thing I can imagine is that they were both large enough to stay white hot for a minute or more and so incredibly far away and falling so slowly as to appear stationery. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have never heard of such a long meteor trail! I am still flummoxed, just reporting what I saw. If anyone has any insights, please let me know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In the following image I placed atop the original photo #5 the sequence of the fall, numbered in sequence. (Incidentally, the house lights that appear on the right edge are in the governor's mansion!) I have alerted an astronomer I know. I'm eager to hear how many others saw this! The longest meteor I've ever heard about is the big one that blew up over Russia a few years ago. I kick myself for not being more attentive! How long had that string been hanging in the sky before I looked?<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_CcJQlszmXp_WpqnGWxwT60OhpECweLYRZFSLfSvuTPpS0iK7RFp_vHbAvzu71mOL51RFtOx9b1fupPRS-z7QDP5qW5ZZMYKv42iKpdef_KwnUjM7p9_tD1D0JJ6hAC0ZaE-0mKgxbde/s2048/Pearls+Meteor+brightened.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_CcJQlszmXp_WpqnGWxwT60OhpECweLYRZFSLfSvuTPpS0iK7RFp_vHbAvzu71mOL51RFtOx9b1fupPRS-z7QDP5qW5ZZMYKv42iKpdef_KwnUjM7p9_tD1D0JJ6hAC0ZaE-0mKgxbde/w480-h640/Pearls+Meteor+brightened.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">* The time stamps were from 4:22:00 to 4:22:16 AM, MST. One of the 7 photos was wild and got nothing but black sky, so is not included. The others have been enhanced and cropped to show the string as comparably as possible. Some are in better focus than others. I had walked about 40 yards from the first to the last, so you can see the streak appearing to move sideways in relation to the trees, as well as descending in the sky.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I've tried to arrange the photos in different ways to track the event, all of which are enhanced to a great degree to bring out the contrast, but of course kept copies of the originals. The length of the streak was slightly less than that of my fist held at arm's length, which I think is about 8˙.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>UPDATE</b>-- <span> </span>I heard from an astronomer friend that Elon Musk has sent a bunch of satellite strings up into orbit that sometimes look like this. This could be the explanation. Check <a href="https://www.forbes.com/sites/jonathanocallaghan/2020/04/21/what-are-those-strange-moving-lights-in-the-night-sky-elon-musks-starlink-satellites-explained/?sh=3f1accc67cbc" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">this link</a> out.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-64919500470886266132021-01-27T18:09:00.000-07:002021-01-27T18:09:01.267-07:00We Are Exiles. So Where's HOME?<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDNLlHv8aQ8XEBf28JCQWjkTxqhkKD57gthXjI01QnQGy5-Q-KIBVaH0NBaagJPU9Xmo2yUZ7vHam0SCbkEMZ77W0O38XkED7B7yaNYjxVwbir9-edQvFEoWkhIdFXVx9qTHRiSnOeOug/s2048/For+Wind+CU.Fm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDNLlHv8aQ8XEBf28JCQWjkTxqhkKD57gthXjI01QnQGy5-Q-KIBVaH0NBaagJPU9Xmo2yUZ7vHam0SCbkEMZ77W0O38XkED7B7yaNYjxVwbir9-edQvFEoWkhIdFXVx9qTHRiSnOeOug/s320/For+Wind+CU.Fm.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For a Wind to Watch, steel by Tim Holmes<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>My dear friend Crystal asked me to elaborate on a concept I shared with her that we are a people exiled away from home. So, of course, she asked, <i>where's home? </i></p><div>First of all for me
it refers to values
carefully constructed over centuries, values we've abandoned. Like politeness, civility,
refinement, taste. We grew up in a system that seems absolutely normal to us, like a fish unaware of its watery world, but I find our environment laced with a sickly smell. Look for instance at the very
recent tolerance of swearing or lying in public life. When I was a kid I might
get my mouth washed out with soap if I used a bad word. I’ve grown up valuing the dignity of proper language, whereas now crass language floods the media. Nor do we respect others enough to honor the with the truth if we can benefit from a lie. What happened to the motivation toward dignity? We don't realize the severity of that loss.<br /></div><div> </div><div>We participate in a constant decline in the qualities of
civilization that our ancestors painstakingly constructed over centuries, building away from the squalor of primitive brutality. Politeness
is but an example. I am much more worried about the
demise of the core religious values which formed the roots of every civilization in history. Now for the first time in this secular-based society, we've substituted our core community values with capitalism, devoid of any ethic north of self-interest. We've lost an uplifting ethic! Is it any wonder
that individuals have become so incredibly selfish and have lost a sense
of the value of their community or nation!?</div><div> </div>
<div>Generally we live very tiny lives, circling wee personal problems,
oblivious to the greater movements around us. I wonder how many people
spend their lives conforming to what they believe is expected of them, never venturing a dream beyond those our ancestors knew of
starting a family, or a business or perhaps writing a little book. Who dreams
of a new <i>kind</i> of life; a new <i>version</i> of relating; a new <i>structure</i> of community; a
new dream beyond simply making money and relaxing on the beach every summer? John Quincy Adams said<br /><h3 class="quoteText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d9ead3;"><i>“I am a warrior, so that my son may be a merchant, so that his son may be a poet.”</i></span></h3>Now we <i>all</i> get to be poets, but not yet––our favorite show is on! Perhaps all of us are not called to be dreamers and visionaries,
but shouldn’t the vision of the society aspire to more? The founders
of this nation pursued a grand idea that has turned into a
transformational civilization called democracy. How did a bunch of
pioneers escaping from feudalism, scraping a living out of the wilderness, come up with such a
grand scheme? Furthermore, they<i> carried it into reality! AND WE INHERITED THEIR GREAT NATION!</i> I imagine
them looking down at us with perplexity––if not horror––that our
imaginations are so tiny, our dreams so pathetic!<div> </div>Humans have a in-built compunction to transform into
a whole new <i>kind</i> of creature. We are the marvelous results of many such transformations
throughout history! (Inventing language, taming nature, harnessing energy, cooperating to leave the planet!) But how many of us feel this transformation now as a life goal? The tech explosion, having solved most of the life-threatening difficulties that hampered thousands of generations of our ancestors, should have launched us all into fabulous realms of existence undreamed of before. Instead we use it to drown ourselves in more work to make more money to spend on...vacuous entertainments. No wonder so many say, <i>"is that all there is?" </i></div><div><br /></div><div>I long for a planet that uses its technology not to grind nature into money but to nurture our imaginations, to foster vibrant relationships, to astonish each other with new art, music and ideas; that cares for all creatures, beautifies the world, enriches the lives of all. That was the world I was born into; lying at my mother's breast, that great loving, nurturing mother who provides everything I need while gently encouraging my growth. That feels like home!<br /></div><br />Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-40392822454768973832021-01-13T15:50:00.000-07:002021-01-13T15:50:18.357-07:00Free Speech for the Internet Age<p>Have you been worried about free speech as much as I have? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQCK8aJ-U6Fhfbtv_Ntbz7AXYJny484CGnlDs9Npu7ujcqywnmGW2NezGpvm36hNPsKs-VTGczJlKRZ-MQMy4rJ9tXgIooMSebyI1PbvZzQeQmFW32L2iYfkqQagHnbzoyuPAkB6RRq4jy/s2048/GG+70.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1932" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQCK8aJ-U6Fhfbtv_Ntbz7AXYJny484CGnlDs9Npu7ujcqywnmGW2NezGpvm36hNPsKs-VTGczJlKRZ-MQMy4rJ9tXgIooMSebyI1PbvZzQeQmFW32L2iYfkqQagHnbzoyuPAkB6RRq4jy/s320/GG+70.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>How do you value and encourage free expression when there's a terrible tendency among some, like President Trump, to flood public space with crap? There's an <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2021/01/06/opinion/trump-lies-free-speech.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">important dialog</a> going on about this that I feel demands our attention. We need to re-tool the First Amendment for the internet age, resisting censorship, while being able to effect sensible curation so we only waste our time when we decide to!<p></p><p>My idea is that any post made to public space on the internet with information about its content, somewhat like we are familiar with in movie ratings; not a limit but a flag about content. In an age of mass surveillance this is a scary prospect, but I believe there's a way to address both issues safely, preserving dignity and privacy.<br /></p><p>Here is where AI––which terrifies me in general for its <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5JGbXczavw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">inhuman intelligence</a>––can be very useful. Here's exactly where you want a referee that HAS NO HEART! For details <a href="https://sites.google.com/site/democraticglobe/home/free-speech-for-the-internet-age" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">I've outlined the idea</a> in my umbrella idea for a <a href="https://sites.google.com/site/democraticglobe/home" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Democratic Globe</a> (a system for global citizenship to augment our national one). If you have a better idea or can think of how this one can be improved, please comment or contact me! The universe is yet unfinished...<br /></p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-6843363491319274832021-01-11T11:22:00.004-07:002021-01-11T12:07:24.488-07:00Trump is a Symptom<p>We are reared in a culture bent on easy solutions to complex problems.</p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlR8av-dMQgmG_rA7HYkcpZZgYIdnGSdSsMScCif0CjcALG0jAilusVVKEZN9cH2tAGZwBME2A1b03ktXQqUtFexxTi9fBDZJSAK8v5sXF0TZHEr096IgtS_kvjpNuhbYOVgYyD2TQU77M/s2048/719+My+Presidential+Port.sy.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1567" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlR8av-dMQgmG_rA7HYkcpZZgYIdnGSdSsMScCif0CjcALG0jAilusVVKEZN9cH2tAGZwBME2A1b03ktXQqUtFexxTi9fBDZJSAK8v5sXF0TZHEr096IgtS_kvjpNuhbYOVgYyD2TQU77M/s320/719+My+Presidential+Port.sy.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span data-sheets-formula-bar-text-style="font-size:12px;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:'Arial';font-style:normal;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;">"My Official Presidential Portrait", by Tim Holmes<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table>We feel an ache and immediately want to swallow a palliative. We're confronted with a horrible leader like Trump––who incites a riot against the government–– and want to do the same. But like a disease, Trump is merely a symptom of a deeper problem. We cannot cure ourselves by minimizing the symptoms. We will never recover from our horrible disease without digging down and addressing the root of the problem. <p></p><p>As Isabel Wilkerson points out in her marvelous book <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/51152447-caste" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Caste,</a> our great nation was founded on the principles of equality but constructed on those of caste. Unfortunately racism has been overlaid on top of that problem, making us believe that if we address racism the problem will be solved. But as horrid as racism is, the issue is yet deeper than that. We must cure ourselves of the temptation to believe in any separation of the worthy from the unworthy, of the "chosen" from the rest. In a true democracy based on equality, all participants are worthy. Yet we've never yet lived the truth that all are created equal.<br /></p><p>This is where democracy becomes difficult for all of us! I myself would love to think of the under-educated as unworthy, or the violence-oriented, or gun rights activists, or pro lifers who advocate for the death penalty (while of course <i>I am worthy!</i>) It is always difficult to stand up for the rights of those with whom we vehemently disagree. But if we are to exorcise the demon in our midst we have to embrace that fundamental idea. That is democracy at work; never quite palatable and the worst form of government yet... except––as Churchill reminds us–– for all the others!<br /></p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-89357808597981901962020-12-11T16:49:00.006-07:002021-01-10T15:41:56.179-07:00Do We Really Recognize Intelligence?<p> </p><p>It never ceases to amaze me that
the more we discover about </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIo0LGPESxFvrX5LgdU3EPuSge-g5gVHB7ztApp6pUU09WBdFwPNrx_kq8abbmztrd6RhrgLGiRz7h4kX_MadQ-BFb_lFvV3hptxWwRdVVKOK7zEU5johRgFT6nyVt-IzbVvkD48P83BU/s520/Rogue+exoplanet.sy.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="507" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIo0LGPESxFvrX5LgdU3EPuSge-g5gVHB7ztApp6pUU09WBdFwPNrx_kq8abbmztrd6RhrgLGiRz7h4kX_MadQ-BFb_lFvV3hptxWwRdVVKOK7zEU5johRgFT6nyVt-IzbVvkD48P83BU/s320/Rogue+exoplanet.sy.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>intelligence it's always in the same
direction: it's deeper and more complex than we ever thought. Are we really so dim? </p><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr">We're starting to recognize, like in <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/12/02/magazine/tree-communication-mycorrhiza.html?searchResultPosition=1" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">this magnificent article</a>, that forests are an incredibly interconnected network of plants that support each other. E.O.
Wilson, like many biologists, affirms that "competition" (in our
simplistic understanding of that term) is not nearly the force that
cooperation forms in the story of evolution. </div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr"> </div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr">I think we will also
discover that socially the same holds true, that no person is separate,
no matter how much we attribute our successes to our own volition. We
can see that competing auto dealers benefit from clustering together.
There are plenty of examples of the opposite of conventional thinking
being true about evolution: it is not every creature in competition, but
we are all part of a hugely interconnected web that rises or falls
together. GAIA is a perfect example of this. As Nature thrives, all her
creatures shall as well. As she suffers, so do we all.<br /></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr"><br /></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr">I really
believe we will eventually "prove" scientifically that actually the
Buddhists are right, <i>we are One</i>! The separateness that we experience as
individuals is just an illusion, an attitude that we westerners have
adopted to justify colonizing the world for our selfish
benefit.</div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr"> </div>I
once designed a planetary life system as an assignment in an
astrophysics class that takes cooperation to the next level. In this world
different life forms survive in opposing chemical worlds, but still
depend on each other for survival, like each of us and our gut biome
depend on each other to survive. I made a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDhvdbbUL5c&feature=youtu.be">short video</a> about a planetary intelligence that's kind of a trip. Here is the <a class="enhancr_card_7836760799" href="https://bodypsalms.blogspot.com/2014/04/would-we-recognize-intelligent-life-if.html">detailed version</a>. I hope we figure this out before our sustainability coupon expires!<br />Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230325876751728879.post-53680511658582246242020-11-06T13:18:00.012-07:002020-11-09T12:07:22.635-07:00Unity by Fury: Perfect Medicine for Healing<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02HBR80T2BoK0L9zUdXXqdiUlqOf9GXjUPUf-rE4EgMCy-GyHAo33B2ZYAXC_cQ-oeIrg8S5tZ_t6xKAUWIBzLa4YZIZ9Wc-QC49MbwwMo29iAhzwYYRxjrgJDPWS15qwWuajQ5a1tl_u/s2048/Mt+89+JacobIV.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1666" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02HBR80T2BoK0L9zUdXXqdiUlqOf9GXjUPUf-rE4EgMCy-GyHAo33B2ZYAXC_cQ-oeIrg8S5tZ_t6xKAUWIBzLa4YZIZ9Wc-QC49MbwwMo29iAhzwYYRxjrgJDPWS15qwWuajQ5a1tl_u/w260-h320/Mt+89+JacobIV.JPG" title=""Jacob Wrestling" by TIm Holmes" width="260" /></a><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">Our nation has taken a great fall. Yes, the US has always been </span></span>imperfect but this moment is new. We had our chance to reject the
hateful, criminal Trump brand. But we did not. We had our chance to say "This is not America" and we blew
it. </p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">It
appears that humans aren't evolved to live peaceably in a globalized
world. We have to design a system that will allow
for species survival AND individual flourishing. </span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">Our planet is imperiled and if we can't calm down and work together we're all going down on the same ship. </span></span></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">What's needed is <u>two distinct paths forward</u>: one to vent our steam and another to address how we're going to rescue our species from the abyss. Both are important, but we confuse them at our peril! Much as this divide resembles the political one, it's different in a fundamental way. We all share fury, but it solves no problems. If humans are going to survive the suicide our progenitors set us up for, we HAVE to discuss ideas for survival! We can't allow that vital work to be poisoned by our rage. <br /></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">I plead for a clear separation––not of the red and blue worlds––but of <b><i>righteous anger</i> </b>from <b><i>creative cooperation!</i></b> </span></span></span></span> </span></span>We need to find some way for everyone to rage and spew in a safe way. All of our lives have been upheaved and our natural response is rage and fear. So let's please address that! <i>We all hurt!</i> I NEED to yell and scream and shout how alarmed and scared I am and blame everyone but myself. But that vitriol should be taken in the proper context: as healing a wound rather than suggesting a future! I truly understand the emotion behind <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2020/nov/06/steve-bannon-banned-by-twitter-for-calling-for-fauci-beheading" target="_blank">calling for someone's head</a>. Screaming such a thing not only feels great, <i>it's actually good for you!</i> </span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">It expresses
the emotion that, unexpressed, clouds good thinking. Taken literally it's a fall into the stone age.<br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"></span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">If I were king of
the world (Zuckerberg) I would construct an algorithm to shift any
social media message of vitriol into a separate stream intended for the sole purpose of letting off steam. I'd
love a platform where I could shout obscenities in an arena we all
agree should never be taken literally.</span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"> Its value is for <u>the steam discharge itself</u>, not the words. Raging out our fury or wailing our grief is actually caring for our wound. It promotes healing of a real hurt. But we have to recognize that that's a very different thing from working for a better future. Actually if both me and my enemy can support each other's rage as a healing discharge and take it in the context of restoring mental health <i>prior to thinking</i>, we are suddenly on the same side! Now we're talkin'!<br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">Humanity is in serious danger of extinction. And we already have the capacity to rescue ourselves! To do so we need real creative ideas; huge, strange ideas. We should be having community discussions all over the world about how to prevent our coming environmental </span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc"><b>speciecide</b></span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"> we seem hell-bent on completing. T</span></span>he critical piece is separation of maintaining good mental hygiene from acting in the world! I scream, you scream, let's call it innocent medicine. But then let's put our shoulders to the work ahead!</span></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> <•••></span></span></span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">Here's how I think it could work: We assume two separate platforms with different roles:</span></span></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">One platform, say <i><b>Build</b></i>, invites people to discuss ideas for how we will carve a liveable and perhaps even vibrant future out of the chaos that is our world today. Solving those issues is complex and delicate and takes a lot of clear heads and creative imagination to formulate (not an arena politicized national leaders and hotheads are likely to succeed at.) Ideas of all kinds would be accepted and curated, like a global kitchen table, better arguments being advanced by group consensus, lessor ones filtered to the bottom. </span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">The effect would be to keep dialog positive, constructive and solution-focused. </span></span></span></span>If anyone gets heated up and starts blaming or insulting they are suddenly sent away from the table by algorithm to another platform: <br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><i><b>SPEW</b>!</i>, a platform open to anyone and dedicated to allowing anyone to vent about anything, using any kind of language, just to get out their frustrations in a satisfying way. H</span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">ere one could scream and cry endlessly. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>The community assumes that the purpose is to beat one's chest, scream and wail and yell insults,</span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"> just like professional wrestling! We all love to gather for a great, dramatic fight, but no one is dim enough to take it seriously. We know it for what it is.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">Right now, this is how Trump and the GOP is acting. They just don't have the right platform. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Then we could join them and everybody cut loose! </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">Wouldn't it be great to get together on <i>SPEW!</i>
with an opponent from the other side and beat each other's
sensibilities out, insult each other's moms, and then when we're exhausted and remember we have hungry kids at home, put on our grown-up pants and go back into <i>Build</i> to work out real solutions!?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true">This 'adults only' platform would be intended to host all such traffic,
providing a kind of open, public "trash bin" for any and all impolite
behavior. Any discourse site anywhere that hopes for civic dialog could
shunt such talk to the platform so that this free and open dialog
would not infect polite civic space. Responsible adults could use it to
cut loose, knowing serious dialog is not possible. For public venues, rather than censoring shouters and haters
outright, they could just be sent outside to <i>SPEW!</i> to settle their differences.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>What's not to like?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></p><p><br /><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span data-offset-key="atf1r-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></p>Tim Holmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309317575336608698noreply@blogger.com0