Where's wisdom coming from?

The heater pushes air in blasts that feel like opening the oven door when it is set at about 400 degrees. Open it and that blast feels so good in a cold house. Close the door and the blast is over. A second later you’re just as cold as you started out to be. That’s my heater. It turns on and off. It’s called (quite cleverly) a Fahrenheat. I hear that they’ve invented new heaters and new names for them. They are quiet. They say the heat is even. Some look like little radiators and are on wheels. I may ask for one for Christmas.

The cumulative effect of the Fahrenheat is a warm room, though. I can’t deny it. And I like the blast of heat.

My other heater is not so cleverly named. Tall and black, it sits out in the cabin. I’ll turn it on before I leave for work. It’s supposed to be warmer today than yesterday. Yesterday it got in the high fifties. I was driving my client on a spate of errands when I noticed this. His car has a dashboard that makes that announcement – like the black heater in the cabin. I don’t know why this isn’t welcome news.

A box at the side of my computer says that it’s 57 degrees and partly cloudy. I do not believe it. Is this the average from yesterday? The notice sits below an ever-changing box that has pictures in it. A grassy hill, the tail of a whale. Below it, there’s this record of what I did 20, 21, and 22 hours ago on the internet. Below that there is a “To Do” box that I can enter things into and above the whole line-up a place where I can type notes that looks like a little notebook. I don’t know how it got there or how to get rid of it.

I do appreciate the read-out of the time. It’s 6:04 and the sky has just lightened enough that I can see my trees against it.

As evidence that the room has warmed up to an acceptable temperature, the little white Fahrenheat is quiet. When it is on, it churns and chugs. It rattles. The heating coils glow orange.

I dream about the new and cling to the familiar. Makes you wonder where the new comes from.

Read about some research the other day. It was about jam. How would the sales of jam differ if you had six choices or two dozen. I was gratified to know that far more people bought jam when there were only six choices. As soon as six grew to twenty four, the choice was overwhelming.

Read about Minnesota writer and poet Bill Holm the other day too. He died what is called “an untimely death” over the winter, and was about to be celebrated.

Milkweed Editions publisher Daniel Slager said, Bill thought the “best of literature was for anyone who could read.”

“I think of that as something fundamentally Minnesotan, democratic with a small ‘d,’ this understanding of people. It’s a very decent, humane legacy…”

“Holm never had a television set or computer in his home, and Slager thinks that “wirelessness” gave depth to Holm’s writing. “Bill was really hostile to wiring. That’s all over his work. There’s a fine line between being misanthropic and being critically intelligent. More often than not, Bill was on the right side of that line.

“That’s where his wisdom was, coming from a long tradition that goes back to Thoreau, Emerson, Thomas Paine, Whitman, wonderful artists with language but profoundly critical of mainstream thinking and values. To me, it feels like Bill might be the last of the line.”

Where’s wisdom coming from?

A bright light blinks behind the trees. I watch it several minutes to determine if it is a plane or a star. Determining star, I smile. The sky is a light slate blue above and a coral wash below.

Quotes on Bill Holm from ‘Chain’ Reaction, St. Paul Pioneer Press, Mary Anne Grossmann, 11/1/09, 6E.

Zeitgeist and the Human Whole

Counter-cultural movements have been called “a social manifestation of zeitgeist.”

Zeitgeist is an originally German expression that means “the spirit of the age.” In the Netherlands zeitgeist literally refers to the mind of the time. If there is a word for the heart of a time, I do not know it, although movements like the Romantic Movement of the 18th and early 19th century or the Existentialists might have captured it. Or how about the Renaissance?

I left out one mention of counter-culture written by a student talking about both rap music/culture and Jesus. It was several years old but I liked it.

I don’t generally do internet searches. I’m a daily paper reader. My local paper, The St. Paul Pioneer Press, has seen better days. There was once a religion or faith columnist (it’s been gone so long I don’t remember the exact title of the column but I remember fondly the columnist, Clark Morphew, now deceased). There still is a book columnist/reviewer, Mary Ann Grossman, although the book page (seen only on Sunday) has shrunk from two pages to one and she appears less and less. And there’s a relatively new guy named Dominic P. Papatola who writes on “Culture in Context,” mainly as a reviewer of theater and the arts.

I like columnists with voices with which I get familiar and who have views I begin to trust as being their own. And I like editorialists, especially Leonard Pitts who appears in my paper often courtesy of “The Miami Herald.” I tend to like embodied information and insights.

Dominic wrote recently on the techno culture, saying “Anyone who has communicated via e-mail or test message has suffered from the occasional outbreak of misconstritus. You know the syndrome: The words you type and send into the ether somehow take on a different meaning, or gravity or tone somewhere on the way from your outbox to your recipient’s inbox. The message you intended to be a wry joke comes off as a caustic put-down…. A brief acknowledgment of a message is taken as a curt brush-off. Light becomes heavy. Light becomes dark. And then, you spend a good part of the day undoing damage you never intended to inflict in the first place.” He concludes, “For all the efficient ways our virtual new world of social media links us, it leaves out some important things.” (From the St. Paul Pioneer Press, 3E, Sunday, 9/6/09) Being a theater critic he invites his readers to view live performances even if it’s not “real life” or a “substitute for the lessons learned in the face-to-face interactions we all need to master for the less digital- friendly moments of our lives.” See Twitter.com/papatola

You get something like “culture” on your brain and pretty soon you see it pop up. It came before me next on the following Wednesday in a SPPP reprint of an editorial by David Brooks, a columnist for the New York Times. The headline, “Where policy meets culture” drew me. He spoke of the demise of the magazine The Public Interest and the birth of National Affairs. He cites an article by Leon R. Kass that he says nicely summarizes the spirit of the magazine – “the fierce desire to see the human whole, to be aware of people as spiritual beings and not economic units or cogs in a technocratic policy machine.” Brooks then says, “In a world of fever swamp politics and arid, overly specialized expertise, National Affairs arrives at just the right time.”

Specialization is an interesting word choice and a possible culprit in the inability of a movement that has no feet to launch.

Beginning this foray into blogging, I visited a bunch of spiritual sites. I looked in a lot of categories: spirituality (general), self-realization (choose your Eastern teacher), self-awareness (not much). Christianity seems to have a big following. There’s Women’s Spirituality, and Spirituality book clubs. All of which would be fine if there were cross-over topics, but I didn’t see many.

You’ve got to know where to look is one answer to the problem that comes to mind, but I’ve got to ask:

Where do you see the human whole?

My answer so far, and it’s really kind of heartening, is that you see it in individual people who simply share who they are in places like blogs, as well as in the occasional editorial and column where the person isn’t hiding their views or themselves. “Ramblings of the Bearded One” which was highlighted here as a blog of note, kimayres.blogspot.com, is one such view of a whole human being. What else is there?