Thursday, February 24, 2011

Hubris, Heist, or Harmartia












"Well I suppose if I'm supposed to tell you the truth I ought to start from the beginning.  But the beginning is a tricky thing to pinpoint because the beginning of the beginning is just as important as the ending of the beginning.  If I had to pick the beginning beginning, the beginning, and the ending beginning I reckon I would call them phases.  And I would name these phases the hubris, the heist, and the hamartia.  You see the hamartia is directly tied to the hubris which is a result of the former, but being as important as the first it led to the heist which is the last but not necessarily in that order.  Because if it weren't for the hubris the heist would not have occurred.  But since the heist is why you think I am here I'm sure that is what you want to hear about.  But I don't necessarily agree that the heist is the reason I am sitting in this chair in this damp room.  I think it was the harmartia which ultimately led to my downfall having been ultimately manifested post-heist but really initiating the cyclical logic vortex in which we currently find ourselves.

"You seem confused.  Let me light this butt while you contemplate.

"Ah yes, that's better.

"You see, I'm the first born.  I carry the banner of my family's name and honor.  I'm the son of the first born son to my grandparents.  And just as I carry the flame so did my father, albeit much more successfully; obviously.  As the first born you get treated with with kid's gloves quite literally and figuratively.  All of the successive brothers, sisters, and cousins had to meet the standards that were set by me.  I was the high water mark of the new generation.  I learned to talk earlier than the rest.  I learned to walk earliest.  I had the best grades, was more successful in sports, and was the first to graduate college.  And I wore the badge of my family's honor well.  I never developed a superiority complex.  I didn't lord my successes over the others.

"We once went on a family vacation to Miami.  One night we were driving back to the hotel from dinner and got lost in the bad section of town.  My parents and siblings were frightened.  However I was able to rise up and successfully navigate ourselves as my dad drove quickly and safely back to our destination; all while only eight years old and having never been there before.

"Within my family my name became synonymous with awesome or omniscient.  I was by any measurement the family prodigy.  The archetypal son.  I often imagined that the National Institute of Standards and Technology had been looking for me in order to properly measure the perfect child.

"Eventually these standards made their way into my adult life and goals and dreams were fashioned in such a way that my edge would not be lost.  I would have to score the big job first, get the advanced degree first, and make a million dollars first.  And as I met the goals and exceeded my standards the pride that as a child I had been able to suppress began to develop.  All of a sudden without the close ties to the family to keep me grounded in humility I became conceited and haughty.  Those feelings manifested themselves in my relationships.  I often tell people that I've dumped hotter women than they'll ever talk to.  I am a consummate male chauvinist.  I broke the century mark with women by the time I was 25.  It was a special occasion too because I had been keeping track.  And counting down from 90 on was quite exciting.  In those days I developed a certain set of predatory skills that to this day help in other area of my life.  Now when I see something I can more quickly decide the set of circumstances that will lead to the accomplishment of the objective.  In fact the speed at which I am able to formulate the plan gives me a sense of pride.  I am constantly computing the odds at which I can achieve a certain set of outcomes.  This conversation in fact is all going according to a plan I devised months ago.

"Sorry.  Excuse me.  I digress.

"You see the confidence that I was instilled with in childhood led to hubris in adulthood.  This became the tragic flaw that was constantly destroying my relationships with others, (not just women) and motivated me to seek more perfection which led back to pride.  As you can imagine this labyrinthine paradigm is difficult from which to escape.  You need relationships to remind you of your flaws but your flaws sabotage your relationships until all you're left with are your flaws.  It's like trying to cure a virus by injecting yourself with said virus.  It takes a delicate balance of experience and preemption that I have yet to hone.

"So as is so often the case of those with superiority complexes I figured myself to be a problem solver.  I had begun operating under the notion that I alone processed the necessary skills to improve other people's lives just as I had done for myself.  I began inventing things and processes.  I consulted people and companies.  And I tried to fashion the world around me according to the standards and guidelines I had determined for myself.  And once again the hamartia reared its ugly head and I soon began to punish those who violated the principals of which I had mandated upon them.

"For example I would sneak meat into my vegan girlfriend's diet.  I would also become obscene in front of my Christian colleagues.  At this one coworker's wedding I became massively drunk and in rebellion to the union I spread a rumor that I had slept with the bride and her two sisters previously.  Needless to say I am not generally invited to weddings much anymore.

"But this rebellion soon affected my perception of the laws of the land.  Speed limits became obtrusive.  Gun laws were communistic. Police, Congress, and the courts were irrational.  It was only a matter of time before my sentiment towards people's money was that it was better off taken from the government and held by me.  Eventually I thought that I could do a better job managing the money than the allocation process of corrupt politicians.  And those problem solving and predatory skills I had developed earlier one day exploded into a state of spiritual disquietude.

"You see federal agencies use a program that checks bids and proposals for legitimacy and legality before awarding contracts to bidding companies.  I wanted to be able to alter the criteria for which these bids were vetted in order to steer the awards towards reputable companies and mutually beneficial contracts.  The problem I ran into; however, is that it is almost impossible to determine those criteria; much less manipulate.  Ironically it is much easier to edit the program to award the contracts to disreputable companies and it wasn't long before I had devised a scheme to open shell companies and award myself the contracts.  And being that I am such an obviously better steward of the money it is in everyone's best interests that I manage the money instead of the connected and corrupted companies that normally the country normally conducted its business with.  The real genius of the plan came when I figured that the shell companies I formed could award the bad companies the contract they were entitled to under the previous program, but with a higher set of standards and a slight haircut in price.  The program had to be discrete and discriminatory.  Only those egregious violators of my morals were targeted.

"Simply, the plan worked.  The money was flowing, the work was getting done.  Less people were being harmed.  The software and business plan were able to avoid any internal audits.  And I transitioned in thought and motivation from retribution to philanthropy.  My justification for the profit was that I was benefiting the citizens of this country through my actions.  I was making the world a better place.  And I deserved compensation for my effort.

"Had I not readjusted my motivation I would have been able to determine the impending consequences.  I eventually believed that when called to task I could defend my decisions and convince people that I was right and my processes were superior to the government's.  In fact reminiscing now I think I might have anticipated and welcomed the opportunity to give my operation a voice.  You could say that I wanted to get caught in order to expose the corruption in the system and show people what a hero I am for not only whistle-blowing but actually taking steps to correct it.  That's right, I'm the hero here.  And you should all be thanking me what I've done.

"Sorry.  Excuse me.  I digress.

"You see in the end the hamartia led to the hubris which led to the heist which led to the hubris and finally the hamartia which is why I am sitting in this chair in this damp room.  I hope you understand the steps I've undertaken to get the change underway to expose this underworld and help the underprivileged.  Which is not to say with which your witch-hunt is concluded.  By which I mean I fully and freely confess to the crimes with which I am being charged and do hereby submit my statement forthwith."



Wednesday, February 16, 2011

El Fondo de Ofelia se Levantó

Wrote the following while tripping on Ambien 36,000 feet over the Atlantic Ocean.  Found it in a journal a few days later; no memory of writing it.














Think of a town,
A small Medieval town,
Where the villagers are depressed,
And dressed
Mainly in brown.

Now outside this town
In a vast unkempt field
Lies a young lady;
A mistress,
A princess;
Some soft dirt on which she's kneeled.

She cries out her heart,
For her lover is dead,
And she will never wear a crown;
Her frown
Channels the tears from her head.

Her king had dies,
Who promised her it all,
Now the villagers' scorns
While she mourns;
How quickly death doth fall.

But oh how she loved that king,
Their love was without bound,
And soon together they'd be,
If she,
Could eat the hemlock she'd found.

If she did not end it now,
The villagers will tear her asunder;
So the poison she eats,
And soon the beats
Of her heart cease their fragile wonder.

As she's laying in the field,
Waiting for her demise,
A blue flower she'd suppose,
A rose,
Blossoms before her eyes.

Others say it's just a story,
The fact is,
And it's true,
A blue
Rose grows there in all its glory.

Many decades have passed,
And the town is now a city,
But now it is known,
And overgrown
By a rose bush so large and prickly.

And over in the field,
Where the young maiden lay,
A mountain has come;
For some,
Insurmountable they say.

The scale of the mountain,
1 mile wide and 1 mile high,
By many to climb have tried,
And died,
And the rest just lie.

You see when the princess dies,
She vowed to return
With her love in hand;
And,
Live forever more.

Hundreds of years have passed,
And all can see the rose on top,
But no one will seek it,
They think it,
Quite the inconvenience and stop.

You see if anyone did manage
To pick the flower on high,
They would find their mate,
And wait,
With them until eternity's nigh.

Still no one will risk the venture,
To climb that mountain of strife,
Even though,
They know,
It would lead to everlasting life.


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Kurt's Stomach


Kurt's stomach was in knots as he sipped his coffee; his excitement ready to explode. It is 3:00 am and Linda is upstairs finishing up with the preparations. The children still sleeping after a long night of anticipation and family activities. Kurt's plan to keep them awake and busy long past their bedtimes so that they would sleep through the morning had apparently worked. Warming his hands on the coffee mug he reflected on all the planning that had went into this day: six months to be exact. The hours of internet research, the copious interviews, and the many phone calls and e-mails had all finally come to fruition and his carefully planned scheme was about to be executed.

The plan was actually hatched more than four years ago when the kids were still toddlers. It was a Saturday morning and Kurt and Linda had finally gotten the boys to settle down with the babysitter: the TV. As well intentioned as they were at the onset of their parenthood, the television had been a God-send and served to give them rest at various times throughout the day. Watching their boys react to the kids on screen dancing with purple dinosaurs and unfortunate men in tacky green sweaters, they devised an arrangement to where they could get the kids off their back for a whole week and relax with some time to themselves. Having the first child less than a year after their wedding, the couple did not get much time to spend together unburdened. Their jobs had taken them to the other side of the country, thousands of miles from their relatives. Pursing their careers, the last time they were able to vacation together was on their honeymoon to the ice hotel in Sweden. This time, they longed for a warmer climate; perhaps tropical.

Kurt had to pee. He had been up for over an hour now as his anticipation had kept him from sleeping. On his third cup of coffee, he soon realized that drinking so much before a long road trip was perhaps not the best decision. He resigned to hold it in until just before they left to make sure he was completely empty. Knowing Linda hates leaving behind messes, he finished off his drink and rinsed the mug in the sink. He grabbed the luggage near the garage that he had placed there the night before and loaded them into the van. He could still smell the cleaning solution from when he had shampooed the carpet just hours prior and remarked at how the van had not been this clean since the day they bought it: kids are filthy animals. Like a pilot exercising a pre-flight check, Kurt examined the vehicle once more for leaks, tire pressure, fluid levels, and anything else that might catch his eye. Finding nothing, he grabbed the cooler out of the garage and went back into the kitchen to load it with snacks for the long journey ahead.

The designated departure time at four o'clock was rapidly approaching, and Linda, finished with her packing and last minute dramas kissed Kurt on the back of the neck as he entered the bathroom. Without saying a word, she continued down the hall to the boys' room and proceeded to wake them and gather the things they had not packed the night before such as their clothes for the day and a few toys. Linda carried the younger of the two and Kurt; with his recently washed hands, picked up the oldest and the day bag. They piled into the van and opened the garage door. 4:00 am. – perfect.

"Are we there yet?" The kids are awake.

"No, we still have a long time to go. You have to be quiet so you don't wake Mommy." Kurt glanced over and saw Linda's face still stuck to the window. "You guys want to watch a movie?" Already cued up, he flipped down the monitor and pressed play on the DVD player. Satisfied, he resumed his position in the captain's chair as commander of his ship. The morning had been perfect. Everyone asleep, soft music in the background, the gentle drone of the tires on the asphalt: everything was going according to plan. He took great pride in commanding and expertly executing such a profusion of independent variables. He expertly weaved around the various potholes, chunks of rubber, and the catseyes in the road making sure to maintain a certain speed and stability to keep his family resting comfortably. Over to the left, he had the best view in the van for the sunrise. It was spectacular, probably one of the top five he had ever seen. He could not get enough, he had to keep looking; even snapped a couple pictures for later. If only he could paint it. His thoughts wandered ahead to tomorrow morning; where upon the balcony of the cruise ship, he ought to see an even more beautiful sunrise coming up over the ocean horizon. The imagery washed over his mind and was as refreshing as a cold drink of water on a hot day. He marveled at how astounded he could be with a simple yet glorious sunrise and how virtually identical it is to the mundane and commonplace sunset.

Kurt took notice of the homes alongside the highway. Miles of farmland dotted with single family ranch homes were all southern Alabama could offer to view. As the rose colored sky faded to blue, Kurt noticed a rather odd looking house. Painted in a faded lima-been green with a rusted tin-roof, junk strewed about the lawn and a sagging porch laden with old lawn furniture and an antique refrigerator with the cooler on top. The house struck him with an old southern charm hinting back to the depression. He could imagined a man sitting in a rocking chair, whittling on a stick with the wife inside baking a pie and the kids out front climbing on the tree. He wished to take a picture, but it was soon gone from view and in the past. The kids still quietly watching their movie and Linda still sleeping, Kurt reached into the cooler for a soda to help stave off his drowsiness and maintain his languor. Sipping the drink, he notices a familiar sight out of the corner of his left eye. Turning, he sees the old house again. The chipped green paint, the refrigerator, and this time red and white checkered draperies in the windows. He thought to himself how odd it was that two people living a few miles apart would have the exact same house. He shrugged it off as it was only a passing glance.

A few minutes later and finished with the cola, he turns to place it in a rear cup holder. When his eyes look back to the road, he spots the house again. Weird; same paint, same fridge, same curtains. He spots the mile marker: 192. Intent, he concentrates on scanning the area to see if there is another. Sure enough, a few minutes later; the same house. Mile 187. In fact, every five miles the house would appear. Not trusting himself, but not wanting to disturb the peace either, Kurt resigned not to wake his wife for something that was probably his imagination. Nor did he want the kids to think it was okay to start making noise. The car-ride so far has been tranquil, albeit a little more interesting now.

At mile 147 a scrofulous boy stepped out onto the porch. He looked as if he had been pushed but Kurt just figured he had tripped on the jam. He looked closer and passively noticed that the boy's eyes were encumbered with anguish. Kurt got excited and adjusted his position in the chair. If the boy is not at the next house, then he is not crazy. The next five miles seemed to stretch out for thirty. Eventually, Kurt rounded the bend and standing amongst the browned grass was the old house. As it came into closer view, so did the boy; now crying. At this time, a more aware man with full control of his faculties would have taken a picture, or at the very least roused his wife and called attention to this apparent phenomena. Such is not Kurt at this time, seemingly in a transcendental state watching the events unfold as mindlessly as his children watched their movie.

This time, the front door opened and a woman in a white dress appeared. Not a nice dress, but the kind with pockets in the front for a woman to place her sewing needles and recipe cards in while she cleaned the house. Nor was it clean. He noticed her eyes were burdened too.

Another five miles and again on the porch, door still open, the two embraced and held each other.

Another five miles and a man steps out. Boots, red trucker hat, and overalls without a shirt: deliciously white-trash. His eyes are red with hate. A chill ran down Kurt's spine as he sensed something fearful. He did not make eye contact, but the seething hatred emanating from the man's spirit was enough to beget trepidation into Kurt. It was like the feeling you get when you see your kid running out to a busy road or when you suddenly wake from a dream in which you are falling. He increases his speed.

The scene appears again with the woman and child on their knees and the man stepping into position behind them. He raises a shotgun. Impossible. The house disappeared from view again behind him and he shakes his head. In disbelief, he increases his speed again now writhe with anticipation.

He could not get to mile 117 fast enough. Engine racing, everything else was lost: the wife, the kids, their movie, the vacation. His own movie was developing before him. The porch in view again, the woman lay face down in a pool of blood. The boy trembling, looks up and makes eye contact with Kurt. His heart stops. The van, the road; time itself stops as he peers into the child's eyes and experiences ultimate fear. Fear so deep it causes his hands to atrophy and his stomach to turn out. He sees himself as a boy. He remembers the time at the lake with his family and touches something with his foot. Grasping it, he raises it to the surface only to discover a human hand. The terror experienced in that moment had suddenly emerged and began to terrorize his heart. Blood rushes to his head as his body silently screams to end this torture. Fire – blood – smoke. Snuffed out. A life ended as Kurt struggles to remember to breath. The van swerved and he is violently awaken to reality and a startled wife.

"You okay?" asked Linda with sleep still in her voice. "You're driving like a maniac, slow down!" The speedometer read 86. She tilted her seat back further and turned to face away from her husband and catch a few more minutes of sleep. A long day awaited her. If she had only seen the lifeless, pale, and sweaty countenance of her mate, she may have been able to comfort him. He checked the mirror to inspect the kids and they had fallen asleep again. Thank God, they had not seen the carnage. He glances at himself; what a wreck. Pasty and wet, he had forgotten to close his mouth still open in shock and disbelief. Closing it, he feels his heart begin to slow and feeling return to his extremities. A biting cold swept across his skin. He slowed back down to the speed limit and a new worriment filled his heart. He did not want to see that porch again; but slipping back into his insensibility, he felt he had no choice but to watch. Again, a reasonable man would have called 911 or at least woke up his wife; but Kurt just sat there and continued to drive toward a vacation that once seemed like a good idea.

Mile 113; dread. Soon that horrid house will appear and the atrocities on that porch will be realized again. And as they did, Kurt beheld the man again; standing solely amongst the bodies, shotgun draping from his right arm. His expression as lifeless as the two at his feet. No more anger, no remorse; nothing. And as quickly as it came into view, it was gone again not to be seen for another five miles.

This time, the distance was traversed in only a few seconds. Time was flying by like the time between dream and wake. Again, the same display, frozen now: three lifeless bodies; two on the floor and one standing in the middle. The scene repeated itself for the next hour until mile 42. The man had disappeared.

The boys were awake and occupied with their video games, Linda was up and making sandwiches, and Kurt was driving with a heavy heart and welling with sorrow. He knew that the occupied passengers would never notice the recurring house and the bloodshed that took place upon it.

Mile 37: Still gone.

Mile 32: He was on the porch again, this time on a short ladder and affixing something to the roof. Kurt squinted his eyes hoping to clarify just what the man was holding.

Mile 27: The man and ladder missing, a hangman's noose draped from the support beam. Kurt knew what was coming. He had already seen two deaths, another would antagonize his soul. He looked to make sure the family had not noticed.

Mile 22: The pain was overwhelming. Sorrow had turned into grief. His throat had constricted and his mouth had gone dry. The anticipation was building. No one else knew.

Mile 17: The man, again on the porch, stood atop a old dining room chair. The noose wrapped around his neck, the same blank expression on his face.

Mile 12: Still standing there. Kurt could not think straight. His body continued to drive, but his mind was a thousand yards away on that damned porch. He did not know who was in more agony; himself or the man. Their eyes met and instantly Kurt was transported into a swirling vortex of misery and torment. The tortured spirits had somehow connected and their affliction laid bare. Without seeing a physical manifestation, Kurt still acknowledged the presence of demons. Grasping at his soul, they struggled to pull him and the man down into the fiery darkness. His lungs vanquished of air, his muscles locked, and his eyes open and trained onto the man's. Kurt was lost for what seemed like hours. Hopelessness drenched his being. However, it soon passed as the house disappeared behind the van and Kurt once again regained consciousness and breathed heavy. Now, he hoped that the man would end their shared misery before the next time so as not to reconnect with that horrible man. He can not bear to stare into that bleakness once more.

The next time the house came up over the horizon, Kurt checked to make sure everyone was busy. The porch came into focus. The man had kicked the chair away and was apparently dead. Three lifeless bodies: two on the floor, one hanging from above. Kurt had never wished anyone to die before, but he knew that man could not continue to exist under the weight of the desolation they had shared and the only way to vanquish the pain was to kill himself. Knowing that his suffering was over, Kurt took in a deep, wholesome breath and exhaled all his stress. He was not ready to re-enter into reality just yet; he needed to make sure the man was dead.

The house appeared around the corner again and contentment poured into him as the man was still dead and now gone forever.

"Look honey, only two more miles to go until we reach Florida. Are you excited yet?" Lucky Linda. Lucky, naïve Linda. She could never begin to understand the complex emotions or the tragedy that had befallen that family just yards from her beautiful head Kurt would not consider telling her and risk corrupting that untarnished soul with the evil he had just experienced. His soul will forever be damaged and his heart blackened, but hers will remain pure.

He never saw that house again, or spoke of the horrors of that day. After their vacation, he took the interstate; his family none the wiser.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Don't Drive Angry














I was chatting with a person recently about the Bill Murray movie and asked if they could guess how long Phil Conners was stuck in Punxsutawney; to which they replied "What's Groundhog Day?"

Ignorance: let's talk about.

At The Impudent Iconoclast we strive to maintain political and religious neutrality.  Our goal is to address popular arguments and draw attention to the ignorance and fallacies that overwhelm post-modern rhetoric.  By abstaining from affiliation we hopefully avoid interjecting commentary to allow the reader to unemotionally receive and understand the argument quickly and without internal distractions.  Unfortunately ignorance is prevalent and rampant and there are many challenges to be addressed.  
All too often ignorance surfaces and it is almost impossible to identify, much less control.  It is by its own definition unrecognizable.  One must proactively take difficult and challenging steps to determine and correct their own ignorance.  Compounding the problem there are several kinds of ignorance.
Some types of ignorance include external ignorance, empathy ignorance, and self ignorance.  External ignorance is one of the easiest to identify and correct.  For example current events: today one of the biggest and most destructive cyclones ever recorded made landfall in Australia and yet in America the news of it was confined to a few seconds long blurb.  Hundreds of thousands of people across the globe are protesting government leadership in various countries, most notably Egypt, and yet politicians, pundits, and average people all seem to have clear and defined opinions as to wrong and right in each of these situations when it is likely they themselves have never been to these countries, met a citizen of these countries, could identify these countries on a map, or could name a single person from these countries.  And while we at II cannot claim superiority on these matters nor claim that it is improper or unhealthy to form opinions on world events, we beg that you recognize and remember that your knowledge on these matters is ignorant and simplifying or closing your mind on the matters is unacceptable.  
In the Egyptian debate we would like to think that the protests stem from a purely pro-democracy movement when in reality there are also pro-theocratic, anti-establishment, and others with large reach, influence and power that confuse the situation.  In which case it makes blanket solidarity unwise because it reflects one's ignorance.  We sometimes frown upon ignorance because it can; in some instances, stem from judgement.  And there is a mechanism in the human psyche that immediately recognizes and disdains injustice.
Injustice is often the result of or connected to empathy ignorance.  I once had a friend that was kidnapped and raped at gunpoint.  Due to my own external ignorance I did not know that for many years after.  While I considered them a friend I often passed judgement in the course of our interactions that unfairly distorted my perspective.  I once passed along to them an invitation to an unconventional Christian church.  In my mind I had judged that person to be as open-minded as they had previously professed and knowing they had a history of attending church I thought it would be great opportunity for the both of us to experience something new and address some ignorance of our own.  When the invitation was refused I judged it and the manner of the refusal harshly.  When my external ignorance of my friend's background was corrected I started to understand some of their decision making processes.  But it was not until I was able to address my empathy ignorance that i was able to understand my own judgments and then work to correct them.  I had sometimes attributed chemical imbalances or hypocrisy to some of their decisions or the opinions they had.  And this injustice of opinion to my friend has led to feelings of guilt and shame; the same feelings one gets when they recognize their own external ignorance; and slightly less traumatic than recognizing one's self ignorance.
Self ignorance is the most difficult to recognize and exponentially difficult ignorance to correct.  The longer one views the world from a single perspective the thicker the lens grows on their rose-tinted spectacles.  It is sometimes referred to as a comfort zone.  We hardwire into our brains a flow chart for which our decisions are made.  
Eat Fish? -> Do I like fish? -> No -> Don't eat fish.  
Is Obama right about healthcare? -> Do I like Democrats? -> No -> Obama is wrong.  
The trouble is our objective framework attempts to categorize and classify things that lead to wrong decisions.  Why?  Ignorance.  
Will I like sushi? -> I don't like fish -> I hate sushi.
For decades I denounced sushi and vehemently passed judgement on those who ate it and enjoyed it before I had ever tried it.  However I identified the ignorance and have tried it on several occasions.  It has proven hard and seemingly impossible for me to come to accept it which shows that battling one's self ignorance is not simple or quick.  
Self ignorance often manifests itself in fear.  A common tautological adage is the "fear of the unknown."  Fear leads to hate; and hate leads to injustice.  Examples include racism and misogyny.  And yet we are all guilty.

Therefore:

If there is one thing that II would like to communicate via this post or throughout the whole blog is that ignorance is curable.  It is altogether necessary and important to develop internal and objective frameworks in our minds to assess situations, form opinions, and judge people.  This allows us to make timely and critical decisions. 
There is a truck speeding towards me. -> Do I like living? -> Yes. -> Run.
However we must recognize that while our objective structures help us at times, our subsequent judgments are not necessarily objective.  The challenge is to not be lazy about it.  Once we realize that we base many of our decisions or beliefs in ignorance then can we truly begin to learn and understand; which begets wisdom.  And wisdom is the noble goal all should strive for and the impetus for The Impudent Iconoclast.  
When considering the cure for ignorance remember there is a significant difference between knowledge and wisdom.  Someone once said "Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit.  Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad."  One might be able to cure external ignorance with knowledge, but only the wise can use it to cure self ignorance.  So here are some steps that we at II agree one can undertake that will help cure some ignorance and that will lead to happy and sagacious readers:
1) Gather Knowledge:  We live in a tremendous era where information is free and easily accessible.  We have the internet, 24 hour news stations, cheap flights overseas, melting pot cultures, international cuisines, and social networks were one's exposure is only limited to one's imagination.  Incongruously there is too much information available which sometimes encourages ignorance.  As stated earlier cured ignorance precipitates guilt.  The human mind was not built for nor can handle the massive amount of information we receive.  Those that are tuned in know of the cyclone in Australia, the holocaust in Sudan, or the Taliban in Afghanistan.  What bothers some is the apathy one feels when the tragic news is received.  People are often quick to judge celebrities for picking single causes to campaign for because their mother or child were affected by something.  We accuse leaders who focus on one issue for neglecting other important issues.  As much as we would like we simply cannot address or emotionally invest ourselves into every issue we are confronted with.  It is not healthy nor does it help solve the issues we are passionate about.
2) Pick an Ignorance To Solve:  There are thousands of homeless on the streets in the city and one cannot help them all.  A person can donate money or time to a charity and while that may gratify the most superficial of desires and stave of some of the guilt, it will not satiate the hunger for justice: namely it will not cure the ignorance.  However if one were to pour their life into a single homeless person to get them a job and a home and their health then one can rest easy in the knowledge it brings and the wisdom one gains.  For myself I tried sushi even though when I have eaten cooked fish in the past I have reacted violently.  I also became a vegan for a week because I am always quick to judge them negatively.
3) Get Out of Your Comfort Zone:  I tried veganism in an empathetic attempt to break the objective decision making structures I had built in my head.  The more a person can destroy these little structures the easier it becomes to break the paradigms one operates from that was built in ignorance.  It is called broadening your horizons because if one is only staring down the road to get to the destination then one is neglecting the other routes along the horizon that lead to the same goal: in other words, ignorance.  Up until last year I had an ignorant and negative position on Korea and Koreans.  I do not think that five years ago before I started traveling that I would have been able to spend some time in Korea and alter my perception.  But because I have been able to get out of my comfort zone in graduated steps by traveling to different places around the world I assuaged the inevitable culture shock of visiting the country and was able to experience it with an open mind and correct my ignorance.  My new corrected judgement of Korea comes with great fondness and admiration.  However wisdom tells me those feelings are too probably based some other ignorance; an unknown unknown if you will.  Which leads to the last step for helping one identify and correct their ignorance.
4) Foster Honest and Open Relationships:  Gathering knowledge, picking an ignorance, and breaking your comfort zone are all shotgun based approaches for curing one's ignorance.  For a more surgical strike a wise person needs honest communication with family and friends that challenge and confront their ignorance.  For some reason I have always sought out those with unique perspectives: the redneck that loves rap, the Christian that has read Anton LeVey, or the hippie with an MBA.  Coincidentally, two of my best friends are a hardcore liberal and a hardcore conservative.  They both challenge me in different ways to view situations from different perspectives and confront different ignorances.  A person is not designed to self identify ignorance.  Only through human interaction is this achieved.  And once we are able to identify our own ignorances can wisdom be gained.
It is fundamentally necessary to develop opinions, argue them, and pass judgments.  Although it is crucial that a person understand that the method used to form these opinions may have been based on ignorance.  The only way to justify oneself is through humility and constant abrasion with one's own ignorance by gathering knowledge, focusing your energy, challenging your perspective, and fostering friendships.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The BFD With The USD And The CNY









Since opening foreign trading with China those in the US have sought to decry the Chinese market manipulation and the artificial pegging of their currency: the Renminbi or Yuan as malicious and antagonizing.  The result has been a constant assault of rhetoric between pseudo-economists and those seeking to bend the debate into a political mire of ignorance, demagoguery, and ultra-hyperbole.  
Hyperbole you say?  No, ultra-hyperbole.  And this is where The Impudent Iconoclast will step in.  While none of the staff here at II are particular experts on the subject, what we can do is help break down those assumptions and challenge the so-called facts.
The first response a well-read cynic should have to the argument ought to be to question the assumption that Chinese currency manipulation is necessarily bad; for the US, themselves, or the world.  To begin with, China is not the only nation that manipulates its currency.  Most of the world's money value is determined by its own governments.  America abandoned the gold standard decades ago for the fiat standard which basically states that the dollar cannot be redeemed for anything tangible.  It is therefore easy to take one's naïveté to extremes and develop outrageous scenarios.  Read this excerpt from Wikipedia and just try to not let your imagination project history into today's situation:
"During the Great Depression, every major currency abandoned the gold standard. Among the earliest, the Bank of England abandoned the gold standard in 1931 as speculators demanded gold in exchange for currency, threatening the solvency of the British monetary system. This pattern repeated throughout Europe and North America. In the United States, the Federal Reserve was forced to raise interest rates in order to protect the gold standard for the US dollar, worsening already severe domestic economic pressures. After bank runs became more pronounced in early 1933, people began to hoard gold coins as distrust for banks led to distrust for paper money, worsening deflation and depleting gold reserves.
"The Gold Reserve Act
"In early 1933, in order to fight severe deflation Congress and President Roosevelt implemented a series of Acts of Congress and Executive Orders which suspended the gold standard except for foreign exchange, revoked gold as universal legal tender for debts, and banned private ownership of significant amounts of gold coin. These acts included Executive Order 6073, the Emergency Banking Act, Executive Order 6102, Executive Order 6111, the Agricultural Adjustment Act, 1933 Banking Act, House Joint Resolution 192, and later the Gold Reserve Act. These actions were upheld by the US Supreme Court in the "Gold Clause Cases" in 1935.
"For foreign exchange purposes, the set $20.67 per ounce value of the dollar was lifted, allowing the dollar to float freely in foreign exchange markets with no set value in gold. This was terminated after one year. Roosevelt attempted first to restabilize falling prices with the Agricultural Adjustment Act, however, this did not prove popular, so instead the next politically popular option was to devalue the dollar on foreign exchange markets. Under the Gold Reserve Act the value of the dollar was fixed at $35 per ounce, making the dollar more attractive for foreign buyers (and making foreign currencies more expensive to those holding US dollars). The higher price increased the conversion of gold into dollars, allowing the U.S. to effectively corner the world gold market.
"The suspension of the gold standard was considered temporary by many in markets and in the government at the time, but restoring the standard was considered a low priority to dealing with other issues.
"Under the post-World War II Bretton Woods system, all other currencies were valued in terms of U.S. dollars and were thus indirectly linked to the gold standard. The need for the U.S. government to maintain both a $35 per troy ounce (112.53 ¢/g) market price of gold and also the conversion to foreign currencies caused economic and trade pressures. By the early 1960s, compensation for these pressures started to become too complicated to manage.
"In March 1968, the effort to control the private market price of gold was abandoned. A two-tier system began. In this system all central-bank transactions in gold were insulated from the free market price. Central banks would trade gold among themselves at $35 per troy ounce (112.53 ¢/g) but would not trade with the private market. The private market could trade at the equilibrium market price and there would be no official intervention. The price immediately jumped to $43 per troy ounce (138.25 ¢/g). The price of gold touched briefly back at $35 (112.53 ¢/g) near the end of 1969 before beginning a steady price increase. This gold price increase turned steep through 1972 and hit a high that year of over $70 (2.25 $/g). By that time floating exchange rates had also begun to emerge, which indicated the de facto dissolution of the Bretton Woods system. The two-tier system was abandoned in November 1973. By then the price of gold had reached $100 per troy ounce (3.22 $/g).
"In the early 1970s, inflation caused by rising prices for imported commodities, especially oil, and spending on the Vietnam War, which was not counteracted by cuts in other government expenditures, combined with a trade deficit to create a situation in which the dollar was worth less than the gold used to back it.
"In 1971, President Richard Nixon unilaterally ordered the cancellation of the direct convertibility of the United States dollar to gold. This act was known as the Nixon Shock."
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"Fiat standard
"Today, like the currency of most nations, the dollar is fiat money, unbacked by any physical asset. A holder of a federal reserve note has no right to demand an asset such as gold or silver from the government in exchange for a note. Consequently, proponents of the intrinsic theory of value believe that the dollar has little intrinsic value (i.e., none except for the value of the paper) and is only valuable as a medium of exchange and for their ability to buy government debt.
"In 1963, the words "PAYABLE TO THE BEARER ON DEMAND" were removed from all newly issued Federal Reserve notes. Then, in 1968, redemption of pre-1963 Federal Reserve notes for gold or silver officially ended. The Coinage Act of 1965 removed all silver from quarters and dimes, which were 90% silver prior to the act. However, there was a provision in the act allowing some coins to contain a 40% silver consistency, such as the Kennedy Half Dollar. Later, even this provision was removed, and all coins minted for general circulation are now mostly clad. The content of the nickel has not changed since 1946.
"All circulating notes, issued from 1861 to present, will be honored by the government at face value as legal tender. This means only that the government will give the holder of the notes new federal reserve notes in exchange for the note (or will accept the old notes as payments for debts owed to the federal government). The government is not obligated to redeem the notes for gold or silver, even if the note itself states that it is so redeemable. Some bills may have a premium to collectors."
The situation demands an over-simplified analogy.  Say; for instance, there is a kid named Butters who owns a business where he has girls that will sell boys kisses for money.  Butters' employees sell kisses for $5 and in exchange for their productivity are compensated in sunshine stickers which can be redeemed to Butters for tangible assets like clothing and shelter.  Now the rate of sticker redemption is set by Butters and has absolutely no value to the boys who use dollars.  The analogy continues but the important idea is that the boys are not allowed to have sunshine stickers; so why should they care how many it takes in order to redeem a fur coat?  
Up until just very recently the Yuan has been closed to foreign investors.  So if outsiders are not allowed to buy Chinese currency, why does the exchange rate matter?  Further, if the US as a net importer gives dollars to China for their exports then is there not an intrinsic value for the Yuan due to commodity exchange?  Continue.
Now Butters has a glut of dollars.  He has rigged the system so that his girls cannot sell their stickers or fur coats to the boys.  And the boys could not afford them anyway because they have used all their money to buy the kisses.  Now Butters has an obligation to keep his girls working so he lends the boys back their money so they can keep buying the kisses.  The boys have now realized inflation.  And because they have to borrow the money to buy the kiss, they have just now paid over $5 for something that is only worth $5.  
This is where the argument breaks down into the typical talking points of debt loads, calling in the loans, weak dollars, inflation, deflation, stagflation, and so on.  People develop scenarios in which China calls their debts and war breaks out or the value of gold will skyrocket as a result of global deflation or that a New World Order will emerge with a global currency to rule the world.
According to the analogy; however, Butters is happy because he is still in business and making money.  The girls are happy because they are working and earning sunshine stickers, and the boys are still getting kissed.  Now Butters has a glut of dollars, IOUs for more dollars, and sunshine stickers.  The girls are no longer craving the stickers because they have a glut of tangible assets and hence productivity is suffering.  They boys are complaining about the price of kisses but cannot live life without them.
So what does the exchange rate for the sunshine stickers have to do with all this and more importantly is the rate manipulation necessarily bad for the boys?  So far, nothing and not yet.
Currently the boys are grumbling because they are starting to realize that at the rate they are going they will not be able to afford more kisses in the future.  The girls are worried about Butters' ability to keep them fed and sheltered if their kisses dry up.  And Butters is concerned that his stash of cash will become worthless and his girls will stop spending their sunshine stickers.
Unfortunately for the boys and girls it seems that the future will be dictated by Butters.  As Matthew Goode's character Gary in 2007's "The Lookout" once said "Whoever has the money has the power."  And if one is inclined to think that a loss of power is bad, or if the boys do not trust Butters to look out for their best interest; then it seems the debtors are in a bad situation.  But not because of the manipulation of the foreign currency.  It would seem as though focusing on that single issue would either be an incredibly insightful (but would only work in a handful of the possible scenarios, (like trade protectionism)) hedge to the future or a fallacy.  Call it a fallacy of the single cause or post hoc, but our II money is on the fallacy.  Even today as leaders of the two nations met in Washington D.C. to discuss this very issue the Chinese have directly addressed the issue.  From the Wall Street Journal:
"The trade imbalance between the U.S. and China has many causes, and isn't due to the yuan exchange rate, Chinese Commerce Minister Chen Deming said Wednesday in the U.S., according to the state-run Xinhua News Agency.
"The trade surpluses of other Asian nations, including Japan and Korea, have been transferred to China because of the migration of some export manufacturing to the country, Chen was cited by Xinhua as saying. Asia's total trade surplus with the U.S. hasn't changed very much, he added.
"China is willing to work with the U.S. to improve the trade balance and to promote trade liberalization, Chen said.
"He repeated China's longstanding call that the U.S. lift restrictions on the export of some high-tech goods to China, saying the restrictions "discriminate" against China."
Obviously the debate is complex and emotional.  Good and bad, winners and losers, and prophets and fools will not be determined for a long time.  But being able to identify and confront the fallacies invoked during these arguments will be of mutual benefit and should help to temper the emotional toll it wreaks on the participants.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

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Have a great idea for an invention. Need to figure out if it will work. 11:56 PM Dec 21st, 2007 via web

The more I think about my idea, the better it sounds. 12:42 AM Jan 1st, 2008 via web

Decided to actually start working this thing out. 3:22 AM Feb 12th, 2008 via web

Put pad to paper on my invention last night, haven't gone to sleep yet! 9:21 AM Feb 13th, 2008 via web

I think this is do-able!!! 5:43 AM Feb 14th, 2008 via web

To those wondering what my invention is, please know that I am working very hard on it and taking it seriously now. I'll let you guys in on it as soon as possible. 2:53 AM March 1st, 2008 via web

Work's been crushing me lately, haven't had a chance to work on the invention. 6:26 PM May 21st, 2008 via web

Finally got a chance to iron out some details. Time for some testing. 6:17 AM Jun 11th, 2008 via web

My coworkers at the lab have been very helpful in helping me design proof of product tests. Thanks you guys! 3:19 AM Jul 29th, 2008 via web

Just placed an order for over a thousand dollars of toxic chemicals. I guess I'm invested now. 5:44 PM Aug 2nd, 2008 via web

Where the hell is my tetra-chloride!? 5:43 PM Aug 17th, 2008 via web

Was a killer day today at the lab. Now I get to stay late and play with some fun chemicals. Going to be a long night tonight! 3:17 PM Aug 30th, 2008 via web

Been testing all week, nothing yet. But I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. 8:29 PM Sep 20th, 2008 via web

Just ordered some more tetra-chloride. It better not take 2 weeks again. 12:51 PM Oct 11th, 2008 via web

I swear to God, I hate the tetra-chloride people... 2:17 AM Oct 25th, 2008 via web

Whoo! Tetra-chloride! 9:45 AM Nov 1st, 2008 via web

Had a happy accident in the lab today, seriously. I think I have an idea for my product. 11:51 PM Nov 21st, 2008 via web

Made a break-through tonight and wouldn't you believe I didn't need the damn tetra-chloride! 11:13 PM Nov 30th, 2008 via web

I'm starting to get excited. The math is all adding up and I think I have really invented something here. 12:42 AM Dec 12th, 2008 via web

EUREKA!!! 4:42 PM Dec 15th, 2008 via web

Someone spilled some tetra-chloride in the lab today. I needed a good laugh! 12:36 PM Dec 22nd, 2008 via web

I have finalized a product and have hired a lawyer to prepare my patent documents and such. Wish me luck! 8:35 PM Jan 15th, 2009 via web

We have filed the paperwork with the patent office. I plan on throwing a party to announce what I've been working on this past year. 10:23 PM Mar 1st, 2009 via web

Big announcement party next Friday at the Edison Bar at 7pm. 8:37 AM Mar 16th, 2009 via web

Paperwork came back from the patent office today, we are a go for tomorrow night. 4:19 AM Mar 19th, 2009 via web

See everybody tonight! 7:14 AM Mar 20th, 2009 via web

It's been a long night, but totally worth it. I have some great friends and received a lot of good feedback. I'll clue the rest of you in this weekend. 12:47 AM Mar 21st, 2009 via web

As you may have heard already I have invented a condom that changes color in the presence of STDs. Specifically Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, and Herpes. 2:11 PM Mar 21st, 2009 via web

It works kind of like a cuttlefish in that there are ink sacks embedded in the latex and release in the presence of those diseases. 2:12 PM Mar 21st, 2009 via web

The chemical bonds that contain the ink are like work like locks that can only be opened by the diseases. It's all done microscopically and works with 98% confidence. 2:13 PM Mar 21st, 2009 via web

Thanks for the great comments everyone. Now the hard part begins. 11:14 PM Mar 24th, 2009 via web

I shortly will be talking with manufacturers to get working on a prototype then hope to start shopping it around. 11:30 PM Mar 30th, 2009 via web

Flying to China in 2 weeks to work out some final logistics and I'm already receiving offers from companies to buy it. 8:19 PM May 2nd, 2009 via web

I haven't come up with a name yet, but I'm thinking that's better left to the professionals. Thanks for all your suggestions! 7:37 PM May 5th, 2009 via web

Back home from a very productive trip through China. Visited 12 different factories in 10 different cities. I didn't even had time to see the Great Wall :-( 1:44 PM May 24th, 2009 via web

Closing on a deal with a buyer tomorrow. Wish me luck! 7:35 AM Jun 5th, 2009 via web

Sorry I've been gone a few days. I had to fly to Japan to meet with some executives at a sex toy company. SOLD IT!!! 1:29 PM Jun 19th, 2009 via web

Thanks for the kind words everyone. I will not be returning to the lab because the company that bought my product have hired me on as a chief engineer. I'm moving to Japan! 10:47 PM Jul 9th, 2009 via web

I can now say that Sekushīna Nazo, a toy manufacturer in Japan is working on producing the condom. 10:45 AM Aug 1st, 2009 via web

This will be their first condom but they are already familiar with the materials and processes. Plus they have a brilliant marketing team with some great ideas. 10:47 AM Aug 1st, 2009 via web

First they plan on marketing it as a novelty in Japan. Then as we further refine the product they plan on getting some scientific credibility. 10:48 AM Aug 1st, 2009 via web

Sorry I haven't been updating. I'm now in Japan and the Ika 烏賊 Condom is selling faster than we can produce! 7:28 PM Dec 1st, 2009 via web

I have finished work on the next generation Ika and now you can choose from Red, original Blue, Green, and now Glow-in-the-Dark! 4:58 AM Apr 4th, 2010 via web

In only 6 months we have sold 10 million Ikas. Look out America, here we come! 12:18 PM Apr 14th, 2010 via web

I have a great team of scientists working with me now and the Ika now comes with 99.98% efficacy! 1:14 PM Jun 1st, 2010 via web

Have finally added HIV detection to the Ika! Lots of work had to go into this. Thank you to all my coworkers and friends for their support! 10:57 AM Sep 24th, 2010 via web

Unfortunately the company feels that marketing the Ika as a novelty is the best way to sell the most product. I feel it somewhat de-legitimizes my work. Not a good day. 8:52 AM Oct 4th, 2010 via web

Good news; Sekushīna Nazo has announced that they will start selling the Ika in the US and Europe under the current name. 1:43 PM Oct 31st, 2010 via web

Bad news; because the company does not want to work with regulatory bodies, (FDA) the Ika will only be sold as a toy and all kinds of warnings must be placed on the packaging 6:49 AM Nov 6th, 2010 via web

The US media got a hold of the story and everyone is decrying it as harmful to society. Et tu John Stewart? 4:45 PM Nov 30th, 2010 via web

The critics are saying that the Ika will encourage kids to get STDs in order to make the toy work. TOY!? 8:36 AM Dec 3rd, 2010 via web

So now the Ika needs to be outlawed. We haven't even began to sell the product yet in the US, but it has already contributed to the deterioration of society. 2:50 AM Dec 6th, 2010 via web

I might not ever move back to the US. This is just stupid.  It's like the entire country's brains are atrophied from common sense. 11:26 AM Dec 7th, 2010 via web

On the plus side, we have sold over 1 million Ikas in 1 week in the US. Total world sales are fast approaching 100 million. 9:16 PM Dec 20th, 2010 via web

On the same day that we passed 100 million units sold, South Carolina has banned it. Way to go South; break those stereotypes. 12:20 AM Jan 21st, 2011 via web

Now with 12 states outlawing the Ika, the US Congress has announced an investigation into the "matter." 6:22 PM May 31st, 2011 via web

Guess I'm coming home next week. If you need me, I'll be in D.C. Look for the guy getting publicly flogged. 7:32 PM Jun 12th, 2011 via web

The Sekushīna Nazo lawyers have prepped me and now boarding the plane to Washington. Wish me luck. 5:49 AM Jun 14th, 2011 via web

Thanks for every-one's support through these hard times. You guys are the best. 2:19 PM Jun 20th, 2011 via web

Went home to visit with the family. Got served. Literally. I'm being sued. 6:26 PM Jun 25th, 2011 via web

Sekushīna Nazo has made it clear that as the face of Ika Condoms I am now a liability and for the good of the company and must be severed from the structure. 4:27 AM Aug 1st, 2011 via web

I was set to fly back to Japan to get my stuff and move, but it just arrived at my mom's house today in a pod container. Now I have to pay to have it removed or taken somewhere. 7:50 PM Aug 15th, 2011 via web

I am getting death threats daily now. Can't leave the house. 4:11 AM Aug 31st, 2011 via web

Feeling very alone and abandoned. 9:20 PM Sep 11th, 2011 via web

Congress is working on a bill to outlaw the Ika. Protesters outside my house. 2:48 AM Oct 3rd, 2011 via web

I have to go to court this morning to begin the suit. The state patrol has offered to escort me due to security threats. 7:19 AM Oct 13th, 2011 via web

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