What does it say about us that we see, say, Ann Coulter primarily as a threat and not as someone to be pitied?

It’s still all concepts and signs

Ugh, I am high right now. I had such a good week last week: I meditated every day, I got to work quite on time most days, I didn’t get high Sunday or Monday or Tuesday night. Or Thursday, I think. I brought my lunch every day, and it was always a salad, sometimes with beets. I got my freelance work done well in advance of the absolute deadline, and I did some real reading (printed book, no less) before bedtime, which took place at or around a reasonable ten p.m. every night. I was a fucking monster of accomplishment.

This week has gone less like that, so far. It’s fine, I guess. It’s probably better than fine. I still have meditated every day. Julia and I had sex twice already this week! (This is a big deal — the twins are about to be fourteen months; it has been A WHILE since all the necessary factors — energy level, libido, opportunity, intoxicatedness — regularly aligned more than once a season or so.) I don’t fucking know. I was just kind of out of it all day yesterday and today at work.


The printed book I’m reading is The Heart of the Buddha’s Teaching, by Thich Nhat Hanh. (That’s where the quotes I posted come from.) He says in the chapter on Right Thinking that you should make a sign that says “Are you sure?” and hang it somewhere where you can see it throughout the day. I don’t really understand what I want to do with this blog, except write here every day, but I promise now that I will ask myself “Are you sure?” every time before I hit publish on a post. That sounds pretentious, but it is a promise to myself as much as to anyone reading this.

I wasn’t going to read anything about Buddhism after I started meditating, because from what I understand, vipassana meditation should work regardless of whether you study any actual Buddhist literature or theology. Somehow that determination got swept away. It happened only a couple of weeks ago, but I can’t remember why; when I try, it feels like watching a ghost flit through a hallway of my memory. I wanted to know how legit the meditation I was doing was. Mindfulness in Plain English says vipassana is what the Buddha taught, and I want to have something so simple and unadorned and close to the source. You just breathe and watch it, but not too hard. It’s so portable and so powerful. Protestant Christianity doesn’t offer any analogous practice, nothing even close; you have to get esoteric before you even approach it. Instead, we have discussion. It can be real fun and real meaningful, even life-changing. But it’s still all concepts and signs, which we are drowning in already.

(Maybe this is the fundamental problem with neoliberalism, too? It’s ideas, all the way through?)

I remain unclear as to the legitness of my meditation, but the book is what I hoped it would be.


I’m thinking about writing a post about the times I’ve touched women inappropriately. There have been only a few (which is a huge relief), and none seems egregious to me, or as if writing about them would be unkind or disrespectful. It feels tricky, because the point is not for it to come off as humblebragging (“This wasn’t even that bad, but I still feel terrible about it”) or white-knighting; the point is to make this category of admission public, because if men don’t talk about it with some openness — among themselves, with women, and to themselves — the behavior is never going to change. Anyway, if it comes off badly, you guys can let me know.

Elmo’s dad, Louie

One thing you may not realize is that Elmo has a father. Another thing you might not know is that he dresses like a New Jersey goomba:


Yep, he has a little goatee, too. I know all of this only because I bought Griffin this book when he was 2. (“Elmo was dancing on the moon! But next time, Elmo wants Daddy to dance with Elmo!” “Sure, son. Whatever you say.”) Which, apparently, is such a cult rarity that even the keepers of the Muppet Wiki fail to mention it on Louie’s page.

A politics of percept, cont.

My friend Tong (super good guy; has never, despite his long career in wealth management, gotten me any kind of return on my monies) texted me about my post yesterday:

I suppose an example of percept would be Republicans taking away the ACA and people figuring out that they actually like not having to worry about pre-existing conditions, insurance limits, etc.

Sort of, I said. But I really mean creating space for people to be more civically involved. So what would that look like? he asked.

I’m still working that out myself, so bear with me. But my rough vision is more about creating avenues for citizens to spend time engaging with each other to solve problems in their communities. You know, the problem with Republicans returning us to the era of preexisting conditions is that yes, people will feel that, but it’s not 100 percent clear to me that they would blame the GOP for it. I know the polls suggest otherwise, and yet the epistemic closure and polarization in this country seem so strong, I can totally imagine a future where a large swath of low-information voters have their affordable healthcare effectively taken away by Republican legislation but end up blaming Obama and the Democrats regardless, for messing with the healthcare system in the first place and forcing the GOP to “fix” it. Even if I’m wrong about that, my idea of a politics of percept is still different.

To return to some kind of shared reality and value system, I think we need to concentrate on creating more contact within our communities; I use that term in a very specific way — it comes from author Samuel R. Delany, who contrasts it with networking. Here’s how I explained it in a comment on another blog a couple years ago (bolding added for emphasis just now, as well as some brackets to refine the point):

In Times Square Red, Times Square Blue, Samuel R. Delany contrasts two types of social interaction — “contact” versus “networking.” He’s careful not to position either as better than the other, but suggests that power is increasingly shifting in favor of networking. Contact is [often] serendipitous and arises out of the presence of [more or less] unmediated spaces in which people can meet; it allows for encounters between citizens of different social status, race, etc. — people bumping into each other in their neighborhood or, to take the main example from the book, white-collar and blue-collar men enjoying trysts in a porn theater. Networking is more controlled, and almost always involves the flow of power in one direction — he compares (1) going to writers’ conferences and trying desperately to get the attention of the handful of publishing folk there, among all the young writers doing the same, with (2) a young Ray Bradbury just happening to bump into the established Charles Isherwood (in a bookstore, I think?) and thereby getting a huge boost to his career almost accidentally.

In Delany’s view, contact offers a lot more opportunities for social friction and he makes a strong case for why that friction is so important, and also argues that American society has been an exercise in smoothing out and eradicating places where contact can happen, especially in the last few decades. He published the book in 1999, just as the popular internet was taking hold, and it’s been very interesting to watch how the internet has seemingly accelerated the rise of networking.

The contact–networking dichotomy has struck me as very important ever since I read Delany’s book. Another example Delany uses is that of his grandparents (if I recall correctly), who lived in an apartment in Harlem. Once a month, the landlord stopped by to pick up the rent. There was always a short visit with the tenants. It wasn’t intrusive, but it gave both parties an opening to discuss any issues, problems, irritations. The landlord got a glimpse into the apartment and was reasonably assured it was being kept up. The tenants had an opportunity to mention repairs or appliances that needed work.

Above all else, what this meant was that the two parties involved in this very important ongoing transaction had a direct personal relationship. They weren’t close, but they had to look each other in the eye. What a difference that could make if there were a major problem on one side! If a tenant had a sudden and unexpected financial emergency, they didn’t have to deal with the disembodied voice of an entry-level representative of a faceless property management company — they could speak directly to the person who held their fate in his hands, and they could do so with some basis to believe the landlord would appreciate the seriousness of the situation and respond with a modicum of humanity.

Obviously, this is very different from how it works now: Tenants pay their rent online, over the phone, by mail, or through a dropbox, but far fewer have any routine association with the ultimate authority behind the property. (And this is even more the case for economically marginalized folks, who often live in larger housing projects, rather than, say, a cottage in someone else’s backyard.) I’m reminded of a story the Edge told a few times during U2’s Zoo TV era, about talking with members of the Air Force who were dropping bombs on Iraq in the Gulf War. They described it as being like playing a video game: They saw their targets on a screen, aimed, hit a button, and that was it. These soldiers never had to reckon, in anything more than an abstract sense, with the fact that they were destroying buildings and lives. (And of course, the development of remote-control drones has exacerbated this.)

Our whole society has long been an exercise in taking human beings out of transactions, in the name of convenience. I’m not railing against that like a Luddite, but I am drawing a connection here. Is it any surprise that it’s become so easy for so many better-off white people to see people of color as less than human? Or, because I don’t want to place all the blame on one side of the political spectrum, any surprise so many bourgeois liberals are icked out by the poor or homeless? We’ve conditioned ourselves to view anyone who isn’t doing Important Work as unnecessary, an inconvenience, an obstacle in our path to full self-actualization or something.

When I talk about a politics of percept, what I mainly mean is a politics that gets diverse members of a community into a space together, where their voices get equal play. I mean that I want the angry 65-year-old Trump voter to hear from a Black ex-convict exactly why diligence and a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps mentality are often not enough when you desperately need work. I want Black Lives Matter activists to get a better sense of how someone can, in effect, support police brutality while operating like a morally conscious person in other aspects of their life. I want people to see and hear firsthand from other stakeholders in their communities on a regular basis, so that if some of them are going to keep making decisions that hurt those people, at minimum they need to do it out in the open, with a more complete understanding of the consequences of their choices.

But beyond that, because I don’t think simple contact is sufficient to address our big problems, I would like to see diverse members of a community doing more talking and deliberating and planning and acting together, so that they have a real, immediate sense of ownership and of what their neighbors have contributed. I don’t see any significant change happening until that takes place. At the root of our country’s big problems is a sense of anxiety, of alienation — and those things are ultimately rooted themselves in lack of a sense of control. We’re not going to fix anything until more Americans feel like they better understand where they live, whom else they live with, and most of all, that they can routinely take meaningful steps to improve things.

That’s a tall order and will require a shift in thinking along with harnessing the new technologies that have become available over the last couple decades. But what else is to be done? You and I both know things are real grim all across the globe. To tackle that, we need way more hands on deck.

“The truth must be presented in ways that others can accept. … Before you speak, understand the person you are speaking to.”

A politics of percept vs. a politics of concept

A week or so ago, I tweeted a somewhat rambling thread about how to really resist Donald Trump and his kind. We’ve reflexively focused on acting through the Democratic Party, whether that means strengthening it in its current form or transforming it into a more leftist institution. I’m not opposed to either of those strategies; my issue is simply that neither addresses the real problem in American politics, which is the ugly and ever-widening rift between both sides of the political spectrum. I suppose we could imagine that through some incredibly potent rebranding and messaging efforts, grounded in real organizational change, the Democrats might persuade another 30 to 40 percent of the electorate that their philosophy and policies make more sense, reducing the enraged right wing to a fraction of the populace without much real power. Consider me skeptical, though.

The rift and the anger aren’t going to disappear because we win enough elections. In fact, they’re going to continue to make winning elections prohibitively challenging. And even in a world where Trump, Mitch McConnell, and Paul Ryan’s ineptitude and callousness were sufficient to hand Democrats a series of landslide victories over the next three years, I am doubtful we would see any the kind of cultural shift we need to help create a sustainable future for our country and the rest of the world. As it stands, victory on either side is going to breed untenable resentment on the other, and that resentment is going to make it near-impossible for the left to meaningfully demonstrate that its policies work better. As we saw during Obama’s tenure, even if life for most Americans improves under a Democratic president and Congress, almost half of them are too invested in the culture wars to buy it.

The point I was trying to make on Twitter is that to change things — and to change them in a sustainable fashion — we need to move away from the realm of argument, the realm of concept, and into the realm of percept. This is a frequent refrain in Marshall McLuhan’s work, as he describes the mental shift necessary to adapt to an electrically connected world; it is also a fundamental tenet of Buddhism and other Eastern belief systems. (McLuhan was quite right when he said that over the last few decades, the West has begun to Easternize.) An interesting thing about Buddhism — and by the way, because of my new meditation habit and the associated studying I’m doing, I’m gonna be super annoying and for a while will probably begin many sentences with some version of that phrase; feel free to correct me, obviously, if I say something dumb or wrong — is that the Buddha made a point of not trying to convince others to follow his path. He told them to try it and to see if the path convinced them. Concept is about trying to articulate an idea; concepts are always imperfect, because no piece of reality can be truly conveyed in language (or a picture, or any other representation). Percept is direct experience, much harder to argue with. I can tell my 6-year-old that it’s 28 degrees Fahrenheit outside and he needs to put on his jacket and gloves because otherwise he’s going to get cold and be unhappy, and he just says no, he won’t, and then we have a fight. Or I can let him go outside without his jacket and gloves, and he can get cold and be unhappy and come back in and put them on of his own accord.

A workable politics is going to depend more on creating experiences where citizens are involved in developing solutions and can observe processes firsthand, instead of relying on news outlets and elected leaders to route information to them. By its nature, this politics must be predominantly local. I’ve got lots more to say about this and will pick it up again later.

Holler at me by email if you wanna talk.

“Anxiety, the illness of our time, comes primarily from our inability to dwell in the present moment.”