Mixed Nuts

Apr. 1st, 2010 10:48 am

Somewhere in my travels I came across this contrarian secret about Buddhist teacher interviews: if you express anxiety or confusion at an interview, the teacher’s job is to reassure you and give you confidence; whereas if you show up confident and in control, their job is to present you with deeper or more difficult challenges, to spur you to undertake greater effort.

The latter was my experience in a recent interview I had with Michael, one of the teachers at CIMC. I began by telling him that I was fairly satisfied with my life and that when I meditate, no pressing issues seem to come up for me.

I told him that in general I am on top of things, using my planning and organizational strengths to mitigate the risk involved in anything I commit to or undertake. When that happens, he suggested that I examine the energy level and the motive behind the actions I am taking, because sometimes that impulse to have everything under control is driven by fear or anxiety, rather than wisdom.

He then asked whether I had any suffering in my life or any deeply buried insecurities or fears. While my life is generally quite good, of course even I have a couple things I keep way down in the murky depths. Without getting all personal about my own particular demons, it’s important to be able to allow those feelings to reveal themselves, rather than to instinctively suppress them, so that one can then make choices and act out of wisdom rather than reactiveness.

So I left that interview with a bit more anxiety, and more of a sense that I need to do a better job admitting and facing the things I fear, rather than burying them. Joy.

Later that week we held another dharma movie night. I had proposed the animated film “Waking Life”, which is stuffed with philosophical meanderings. Even though it’s mostly a bunch of talking heads, and not everyone is as fascinated by philosophy as I am, I expected people to find it thought-provoking. I might have even hoped it would receive as positive a response as my book club selection had.

But before the movie began, we got into a discussion of our next book club selection: Mark Epstein’s “Open to Desire: The Truth About What the Buddha Taught”. When I was asked my opinion, I was honest: I think the book is logically flawed, ridiculously deluded, and dangerously misleading. On the other hand, a couple people enthusiastically loved it, and wanted me to explain why I disagreed with it. As the only person to openly criticize the book, I was on the defensive, and at a disadvantage because it had been a month and a half since I’d read it, and I didn’t have my notes to refer to. So that unexpected discussion left me feeling a bit singled out.

Then we started the movie, which got a predominantly negative reception. In fact, about a third of the way in, four people (out of nine) got up and walked out of the room, spending the rest of the evening outside on the patio rather than watching the rest of the movie. While I have no problem allowing people to make their own decisions, and I know that disliking the movie isn’t the same as disliking me as a person, I still had some emotional turmoil to work through as a result of their surprisingly blunt rejection of something that has a lot of personal and philosophical meaning to me.

In between those two events, CIMC had a dharma talk by Winnie Nazarko that related to creativity. While the talk didn’t touch any nerves for me, one point she made has stayed with me. In general, people engage in a meditative practice because they’re looking for something, whether it’s the answer to a personal dilemma or relief from generalized existential angst. Winnie emphasized the importance of knowing what your overriding question is, so that you can judge whether or not you’re on the path toward an answer.

When I considered that question for myself, two responses came immediately to mind. The first is my familiar refrain of how to live my life such that I will have no regrets on my deathbed, as I discussed here. The other is to learn how to make decisions which are more consistent with my deeper sense of personal ethics and reflect the person I aspire to be and the kind of world I want to manifest. I think it’s a positive sign that those answers came so easily to me, because it shows that I have a clear understanding of why I practice and what I hope to achieve.

And last night at CIMC Maddy held a dharma talk on generosity, and how it is the basis of practice. As we age, we have to let go of everything we have—our possessions, our relationships, our health, and eventually our lives—and the essence of the spiritual path is learning how to be at peace with that process so that we can both live and die with grace and fulfillment.

If that is so, then acts of generosity are a good way to see if we can let go of our possessions, and what it feels like to do so. By exercising our ability to see beyond our attachment to material possessions, we are practicing and becoming more familiar with the kind of letting go that we must all eventually become accustomed to facing.

On top of that, generosity is a truly ennobling act that is a demonstration that one cares about others’ suffering. And it provides fulfillment beforehand (in contemplating giving), during (in the act of giving), and afterward (in the memory of having given). There aren’t many actions one can take that are so pure and have so many positive effects, both for others as well as for oneself.

Last night I went to see "Examined Life", film wherein the filmmaker gives a dozen-odd modern philosophers ten minutes each to pontificate.

The 2008 film reminded me far too much of a less skilfully done version of Richard Linklater’s 2001 animated movie "Waking Life". The parallels are too many to ignore: the same loosely-related episodic format of someone discussing philosophy with the protagonist/narrator; the same incorporation of striking background settings and jazzy music to lend an atmospheric air to the monologues; the same toeing the line between genuine hopefulness and sarcastic postmodern cynicism; even the same walking/strolling visual motif. Despite the inarguable validity of the Plato quote, the parallel between the movie titles—Waking Life versus Examined Life—is so close as to imply subconscious (if not conscious) appropriation.

Aside from the facts that the newer film is not animated and the philosophers are real people, the main dissimilarity is the fact that unlike Waking Life, Examined Life has no overarching storyline to bring it all together. In the end, it’s just a bunch of talking heads with separate agendas, one talking about environmentalism, another about disabilities, another about gender, and so on, and neither they nor the director make any attempt to connect the disparate issues and bring them into a coherent whole. It’s a movie with no message, no direction, no conscious intent, which leaves one with the lingering question: is the unexamined movie worth seeing?

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Despite that shortcoming, each scene did have value within its own context, and I came away with what, to me, were three interesting thoughts.

The first is the most obvious, and the ultimate reason for philosophy’s existence and importance. Most people look outside themselves for some source to define their ethics, whether that be the Biblical God or a political ideology or whatever. But in an era when most intellectuals have denied the existence of a supreme being, that raises the question of whether we should try to live an ethical life, and where our ethics should come from. The obvious answer is to look within: you are acting ethically when your actions are aligned with your values, and it’s the examination of those values that provides us with direction. And lest anyone think that ethics are outmoded in a largely secular culture, I point out that our ethics and our values are what guide every decision we make. Our ethics may look somewhat different than those of modern or historical Christians, but that does not mean that we do not live by certain ethical precepts.

Another interesting point was made by Cornel West. He said that courage—courage to think for ourselves, the courage to express our love, and the courage to manifest our beliefs in this selfish world—is the most critical attribute for a modern philosopher. I found that very interesting, and very apropos to my Buddhist studies. It’s something I hope to share with my dharma friends in the near future.

My final thought makes a connection between philosophy and superstition, between this movie and a number of upcoming local events. When faced with life or death or natural disasters, humans try to assign meaning to the event: it is God’s will, or the evolutionary imperative, or the material dialectic. Finding meaning and patterns of cause and effect are what human brains are wired to do; even when there is clearly no meaning, we create theories, like the Polynesian islander whose cargo cult tells him that huge silver birds magically bestow chocolate and cigarettes upon his people. Our ideas about the unanswerable, unknowable facts of life, death, and natural disasters are no more than superstitions created by a brain that evolved to find meaning in every event it observes.

I made this connection after reading a bit about a handful of very interesting and related author talks that are coming up. Tomorrow, cognitive neuroscientist Bruce M. Hood will be speaking about his book "SuperSense: Why We Believe in the Unbelievable", which explores this very topic. A week later, Gary Marcus discusses his book "Kluge: The Haphazard Construction of the Human Mind", which asserts that our brains are the result of a random evolutionary process that piled new systems on top of old ones, resulting in an imperfect and inconsistent facility. Finally, a week after that, Alva Noë talks about his "Out of Our Heads: Why You Are Not Your Brain, and Other Lessons from the Biology of Consciousness".

It’s quite a month for thinkers!

It’s been many months since the Friday Five went away, so I guess I’ll take a stab at these questions that are doing the rounds. You didn’t think I’d miss an opportunity to be unique, did you? Mind you, I’m not about to limit myself to one answer each! Let’s get esoteric!

Name a book you own that no one on your friends list does
Seven Dada Manifestos and Lampisteries, Tristan Tzara
Why doesn’t everyone have a copy of the original Dada manifestos? I don’t know, but I do know that Tristan Tzara considered himself rather likable.
A Diplomatic History of the American People, Bailey
It shouldn’t really surprise anyone that just as today, the entire history of American foreign relations is rife with tales of belligerent, ignorant Merkuns.
Calhamer on Diplomacy: The Boardgame “Diplomacy” and Diplomatic History, Allan Calhamer
A fascinating discussion of the correlation between the world’s greatest game, Avalon Hill’s Diplomacy, and the real-world geopolitical situation in pre-war Europe that it simulates, written by the game’s creator.
Dark Tide: The Great Boston Molasses Flood of 1919, Stephen Puleo
A chronicle of one of the most surreal—yet painfully real—tragedies in Boston’s storied history.
Eugenics and Sex Harmony, Dr. Herman Rubin (1933)
The full title of this 1933 book tells it all: Eugenics and Sex Harmony; The Sexes, Their Relations and Problems; Including Fascinating Medical Discoveries, Prevention of Disease, and Special Advice for Common Disorders; by Herman H. Rubin, M.D.; Author of “Your Mysterious Glands”, “Glands and Health”, Member of American Association for the Advancement of Science, American Eugenics Society, Eugenics Research Association, Contributor to Scientific and Medical Literature, etc. Imagine all the fun to be found in a 75 year-old sex ed textbook. A wonderful time capsule, chock full of bigotry and ignorance.

 
Name a CD you own that no one on your friends list does
Liabach, Let It Be
Laibach is a Slovenian art movement and industrial dance band with an affection for everything Germanic, covering every song on one of the Beatles’ most popular albums: how can you go wrong? Their revision of “One After 909” is truly righteous.
Various incl. Laibach, Trans Slovenia Express
Laibach again, paired with other Slovenian bands, doing remakes of Kraftwerk’s most popular songs. Musique… non-stop.
HWA (Hoez With Attitude), Livin’ in a Hoe House
The original bitches, HWA did for rap what Lords of Acid did for dance: sexualized it by bringing forth the nasty attitude of the powerful, sexually-motivated woman.
Concussion Ensemble, Stampede
Concussion, indeed! Imagine a high-energy band, sans vocals, fronted by three drummers, backed up by bass, guitar, and a found-objects percussionist. It’s a tragedy that these guys didn’t stay together.
Devo, Devo E-Z Listening Disc
Devo. Muzak. We must repeat.

 
Name a DVD/VHS tape you own that no one on your friends list does
Yawn. I only own two DVDs, and surprisingly both are animated features. The first is Richard Linklater’s Waking Life, a wonderful romp through pop philosophy and navel-gazing. The other… In the summer of 1981 I was between junior and senior years in high school and just coming into possession of a teenaged boy’s cockiness offset by sexually frustrated angst. Ivan Reitman’s Heavy Metal captured that time perfectly in a splat of kitschy sci-fi spiced with sex, drugs, music, and violence. It’s a one-way ticket to midnight. As for VHS tapes, that box hasn’t been opened since 1990, and is going to stay that way.
 
Name a place you’ve been that no one on your friends list has been
I think I have two to pick from here, and they’re my only two trips outside the US (no, Canadia doesn’t count). My 2000 trip to Barbados with some of the Staples project team was absolutely wonderful, as was the 2002 DargonZine Writers’ Summit, where my writers and I spent two weeks travelling all over Scotland. I’d repeat either of those trips in a heartbeat.
 

If you could only choose 1 cd to ever listen to again, what would it be?
Well, I'm torn between two. First, there's the Toasters' 1998 "Live in London" disc. It really captures the essence of their incredible and energetic live shows at the height of their skill. And, of course, it's ska, which is practically a necessity of life! Songs like "2-Tone Army" and "Weekend in L.A." are pure happiness, built to order.
 
Then there's the industrial might of KMFDM's 1995 "Nihil". Their most polished effort, "Nihil" is an angry stomp through a world of angst and misery. Songs like "Ultra", "Juke Joint Jezebel", "Flesh", "Disobedience", and "Trust" all set the tone of submission and preversion that reaches a crushing crescendo in "Brute", the most compelling song of submission I've ever heard:
Touch me — hate me
Give yourself to me and break me
Cut these eyes and I will see
Kiss these lying lips for me
Stroke this skin and I will kneel
Brutalize me; I will heal
If you could only choose 2 movies to watch ever again, what would they be?
Although I generally dislike movies, perhaps that's why I find this one easy to answer. The first and obvious answer is Richard Linklater's 2002 "Waking Life", a rotoscoped nonlinear romp through pop philosophy. It's a saturation-bombing of introspection for a slacker population who haven't yet woken up to the real questions of life, and is thus an absolute treasure trove of questions for the enquiring mind. Don't leave home without it!
 
My other selection is a little more embarassing: "Star Trek: the Wrath of Khan". People really don't seem to realize what a literary masterpiece WoK really is. From a writers' standpoint, it does an expectional job of using all the literary elements: character development and change, dramatic tension and action scenes, a believable but larger than life villain, several archetypes, incredible imagery, unexpected plot twists, and above all it manipulates the viewers' emotions with a skill that most movies fail to accomplish. And on top of it all, virtually every line of dialogue is fantastically quotable! It's an amazing piece of writing, and no matter how stupid it might sound, it really does make my list of movies that are actually worth seeing.
 
If you could only choose 3 books to read ever again, what would they be?
I suppose, as a writer, I ought to have an opinion here, but I don't. To be honest, there aren't many books that I really find very compelling. For me, books are pretty interchangeable, at least those designed to entertain. But if I really had to make a list, here's what might get considered:
 
  • Tanith Lee's "Cyrion" (good atmosphere)
  • Something from Terry Pratchett (good humor, but they're all interchangeable)
  • Elizabeth Scarborough's "Song of Sorcery" (good "innocent" fantasy)
  • Michael Shea's "The Color Out of Time" (like Lovecraft, only well-written!)
  • Clark Ashton Smith's "Monster of the Prophesy" (one of the trailblazers of horror and fantasy)
  • Bram Stoker's "The Jewel of Seven Stars" (even better than his "Dracula")
 
If you could only choose 4 things to eat or drink ever again, what would they be?
  • Ice cream (one of the necessities of life; either chocolate chip, or Haagen-Dazs' Cookies & Cream)
  • Coca-Cola (an ancient addiction)
  • Some form of chicken curry (Indian food, and meat!)
  • Baby carrots (fresh garden veggies steeped in butter!)
 
If you could only choose 5 people to ever be/talk/associate/whatever with ever again, who would they be?
  • Inna — One of the most insightful and interesting people I know. She's helped me really come into my own as a person, and is quite the cutie!
  • Ailsa — Each time she's come into my life, she's heralded major change, and always for the better. She's been my role model for successfully incorporating emotion and impulsiveness into my otherwise very staid personality. And she's a cutie!
  • Rhonda — Another woman who helps me explore that part of life that I don't understand, Rhonda has an intuitive grasp of emotion. And as a fellow writer, I appreciate her intellect and skill. And she's a cutie, as well.
  • Pam — Unlike the others, Pam is me in a woman's body. She seems to understand me in a way other women can't: she empathizes with my social ineptitude as well as my passion for perfection and order. She knows what it's like to be happy being alone, and things like that connect us in a rare "kindred spirit" kind of way. And being a writer, she understands what I'm about. And she's a cutie!
  • Margot — Margot is also a writer, as well as an artist, and I really appreciate her intelligence and her supportiveness. And wouldn't you know it? She's a cutie, too!

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