Working Alone, a metaphor
Posted: December 4, 2009 Filed under: Ponderings | Tags: Working Alone Leave a comment »Working Alone
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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Just as it takes a nation to keep a well-equipped soldier in the field, there is a whole industrial army behind every guy who swings a hammer, supplying him with all he needs, from lumber and nails, to blueprints and boots. The quality of his work is the sole purpose, and the whole point, so far, of a complex network of logistics trains, all working towards the same ultimate end. All the parts have to be right. Not just his hammer, not just his lumber. I offer three apparently unrelated examples: footwear, raw materials and engineering.
Boots uncomfortable? Slow job. Bad nails? Bad job. Inaccurate blueprints? Expensive job.
But the cost for any of these failures is spread out amongst the players, and then through the entire economy. Not immediately or evenly, perhaps, but ultimately all these costs are distributed.
The bad boots costs him sore feet, they cost his wife a grumpy husband, and they cost his kids a hike with Dad. They cost his boss overtime and profits. They cost the manufacturer future sales and your sister has her hours cut at the boot factory. Her friend is laid off, she doesn’t buy that new car. You see how the costs spread.
The bad nails cost him aggravation (and maybe a sore thumb) and his boss overtime and profits, or if they pass undetected, they cost his customer, and his tenants, and their customers, and their families, when the structure fails prematurely. Not only does the cost spread, it increases. This is the multiplier effect at its hairiest.
The blueprint error costs everyone who relied upon it except the guy with the hammer (who, entrusted with finding and fixing it, is paid to rework it at least once), and is therefor disputed by the various insurers and litigated for years.
Whoever loses, the cost of any problem (along with the legal overhead required to argue it) is ultimately added not just to the cost of the particular job, it is also added to the price of future transactions, in the form of higher wage and benefit costs, capital costs, insurance rates, bond requirements, fees raised, rents charged and price tag jumps. These new price levels instantly become the new price floors.
Over time, the multiplier effect drives up overhead (the cost of just doing business) in general. Prices must rise merely to maintain projected margins. Mistakes are therefor inflationary by their very nature.
You may be working by yourself, but nobody really works alone.
THE LOGIC OF INDIVIDUAL WORTH: THE ADAPTIVE ARGUMENT FOR ENVIRONMENTAL STEWARDSHIP
Posted: November 22, 2009 Filed under: Ponderings | Tags: Atmospheric Heating, Climate Change, evolution, Genetics, politics, Population Genetics Leave a comment »Who’s left?
THE LOGIC OF INDIVIDUAL WORTH:
THE ADAPTIVE ARGUMENT FOR ENVIRONMENTAL STEWARDSHIP
© 2009 Craig Chereek, all rights reserved.
Beginning with the first little wiggle in the ocean and going to the very stars, the only path from your ancestors to your descendants runs through you. So if you want to play in traffic, for your family’s sake, at least wait until after you have reproduced, or all that have come and gone before you will have done so in vain. For you, and you alone, carry a unique message encoded in your genes, one-half of a blueprint for future individuals of your kind, and, within some range of environmental limits, a wealth of contingency plans. Evolution is a relay race, and a slowly-morphing baton is passed from generation to generation by individuals.
Within the bounds set by their individual (and so-far mysterious) mating decisions. a large variety of genetic combinations are tried. Occasionally, an advantageous combination comes to predominate within a family line and the dis-advantaged trait falls by the way.
Just as they have for the whole of history, the descendants produced of such individual decisions that may carry any advantageous trait, will prove better adapted to prosper through whatever lies ahead, and prevail, reproductively. It’s why we’re ALL shaped just like this, within just this range of variability. By hook or by crook, blueprints containing just these traits out-survived and then out-reproduced all others offered. Any trait that inhibited that, passed into history with the individuals whose genetic messages included them.
As the environmental conditions and unintended consequences ahead of us may be unknowable in the longer run, and as any given line is just as likely as any other line to be among those best suited to whatever conditions have by then unfolded, any message at all may turn out to be precious to our human future, and all are therefor equally priceless beyond all measure, completely irreplaceable; and therefor so is each messenger. for from an individual, a trait may radiate globally. It would be a shame to lose for all time the specific message that you carry to a moment of cruelty, carelessness or recklessness. Think about tomorrow and stay out of traffic, metaphorically speaking. And just as it would be a shame to lose the genetic message only you carry, so, too, any message, and therefor any messenger.
A paradox lies in that, while no message is replaceable, none is indispensable. The planet cares not a whit how well-suited any species is to the changing conditions it presents at any given time, and will reward with continuity whoever and whatever shows up to pass along their messages most prolifically.
Genetically, there is no other measure. Ask any Neanderthal, he’ll tell you the same thing: “I wish somebody hadn’t played in traffic…”
But it is not apparent who that somebody was, even after the fact, let alone in advance, so the lesson of the extinct is: be careful, and take care for the children, all of them. We can best do that by ensuring our habitat remains within the environmental range that our blueprints specify. Exceed those, and we void all warranties, and can take a seat beside the Neanderthals.
That seems obvious enough, yet we are failing to do that, for reasons that escape my limited comprehension. By knowingly and unnecessarily heating our atmosphere, we are playing in traffic, indeed, and about to settle for the remaining versions of the human blueprint that best handle wide climate swings, drought, famine, dehydration, pestilence and civil unrest. Any other conclusion is arguing with simple arithmetic, and must be discounted accordingly. Even if it preserves short-term financial profit, it is longer-term suicide.
BIAS
Posted: November 5, 2009 Filed under: Ponderings | Tags: American, Angelino, artist, Bias, Californian, Union, veteran Leave a comment »Everybody is biased, never trust a man (or a media outlet) who claims to be unbiased.
If he knows better, he’s a liar.
If he believes it, he’s delusional.
If you believe it… you are deceived.
I am biased, everybody is biased. Being unbiased would be a lot like having amnesia, walking around with no clue where you came from, who you are, where you are.
I am a Man, an American, a Californian, a native of Los Angeles. I have been hungry, I have been full. I love, I have been loved. I have traveled, I have read. I am an artist. I have listened, I have sung. I am a veteran, a homeowner, a family man, a Union Man. Those are the eyes I have.
Someone has said there are many windows in God’s house, if so, my biases locate my window. On your mental blueprint, they can help you locate the window through which I am viewing the Universe, they say nothing at all about the view. Our biases are just the accidents of birth, development, perception, choices and opportunities. We all have those, we are shaped by them, they define our biases.
We could all wear signs listing ours. Then, when a guy shows up wearing a sign that says “I have no Bias!” we would save the time we currently waste listening to fools and/or liars, and get straight to the laughing.
KNOW A MAN BY WHAT HE HATES
Posted: October 2, 2009 Filed under: Ponderings | Tags: Dylan, Hate, philosophy, Romans, What would Jesus Leave a comment »
© 2009 Craig Chereek
Monday, March 9, 2009
The difference between the words “water” and “hater” is just one letter. Both are ubiquitous, found wherever there is life. If you are alive, there is water and hate, wherever you are, even when you are alone. You carry within you what you love, and what you don’t. When you really don’t love something a whole LOT, that’s close to hate. When you don’t love it so much you feel an adrenaline pressure to do something about it, now we’re talkin’.
There are passive and active kinds of love. Thinking, “ I love the Lakers” is a passive love. But jumping up and down screaming “Go Lakers!!!” when they score, is an active love, it became active when you expressed it. Another example, wanting to kiss somebody is passive, doing it is active . When you do not love something, but take no action on the feeling, that’s functionally identical with indifference, having the same effect: none. That is a passive hate, having the identical effect as indifference, and as passive love: none. Hmmm…
So expressing hate is merely an active “not love”.
But doesn’t everyone know Hate is the opposite of Love? That makes it a bad thing, right? A good person would hate Hate, right? Not so. Simply hating hate is counter-productive, maybe even self-destructive.
When the ancient Romans noted that, “You may know a man by his enemies,” they were saying that a man with no enemies will stand up for nothing, and will lie down for anything.
I submit you can just as easily know a man by what he hates, for we all love the same things, affection, fresh water, good food, clean socks. You cannot know us by what we love, there we are indistinguishable. It is what we hate that is distinctive about us.
What you do not hate, you will tolerate. You can just look at a man in his element and know what he doesn’t hate, for it surrounds him: these things he will tolerate.
If a man hates deceit, it does not necessarily make him honest, but if he does not hate deceit, he may keep company with liars, it surely makes him much more likely to be deceitful. It is important for a man to hate thoughtfully, for it is here he specifies his future environment, it may be only here where he may delimit his habitat, and impact the design of his life.
“No Alligators Allowed” is surely a desirable standard to keep, and a man who will extend that logic further and enforce it might well live a life free of alligators, liars, cheats and thieves, for example. He need merely consistently make whatever choice is required to ensure it. If you lie, he will no longer take your call. One less liar in his life. If he does not hate cruelty, he will tolerate cruelty and risk associations with the cruel. If a man does not hate sharp noises, he may live among the loud. A man who hates sharp noises enough will change his plans, turn his back and simply walk away until he finds a quiet place where he may live out his days in peace. We all have at least that much power.
To live the life you would choose, hate what you would not have. but remember always that hate is useless by itself unless you hate enough to sacrifice whatever is required to avoid what you hate, or you will be frustrated. I would hate that.
Jesus clearly didn’t hate Hate, he expressed it, took it out on what he hated: in this case, usury. It was an act of Love directed at everybody else. You hate, admit it, embrace it, it’s a tool, then AIM CAREFULLY and hate well, as being the most loving thing to do. Now, I’m not talking about being hateful, nasty, disagreeable, or negative in general, those have felt worthy of hate in their own rights. (Perhaps some may not see the distinction, and for that I apologize.) I know those haters, they just don’t know how to aim.
So the question becomes, of all the things you don’t love, what is worthy of your hate?
Perhaps hate is not only important, it is precious, to be guarded, only used where it will be truly effectual. Be a shame to waste it. But be careful a reasonable thoughtfulness is hate’s proper handmaiden. The next time you are unhappy, think deeply about what you should be hating, walk away from it, and don’t look back. Dylan was right.
THE VIRUS as Evolution’s Engine: Who’s Really Driving Your Car?
Posted: September 26, 2009 Filed under: Ponderings | Tags: bacteria, evolution, mutation, Space Invaders, Virus Leave a comment »
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The best I can figure it, multi-celled organisms resulted from the exposure of primitive single-celled organisms to primitive viruses; the virus providing the pressure on the cell to adapt, with ultraviolet radiation providing the energy, flavored with occasional lengthy infusions of hot volcanic acids to season the broth.
Primarily because it’s so hard to find the fossil of something so small in a rock, and practicably because we probably wouldn’t recognize a fossil virus if we saw one (certainly not in the field) , nobody has a convincing scenario for the first appearance of the virus on earth, and even some at NASA are said to take seriously the idea of an extra-terrestrial source, perhaps, like the seas themselves, by cometary transport. (yes, it’s that prickly origin question, again. Any other ideas? We got nuthin’).
A curious-looking piece of rock that turns out to be a 1.2 billion year-old relic of Mendenhall gneiss is exposed in a road cut on either side of Upper Tujunga Road (just below it’s intersection with Angeles Crest Highway, shouting-distance) north of Los Angeles. I encourage anyone to see if you can find a fossil virus there. A smart geologist would say, ah, but that’s just cooled plutonic material, pressed, twisted and uplifted. You can’t expect to find the oldest fossil virus in sterile stone just because it’s old and handy, you have to ask, where was the virus thriving when it was young?
The answer is, you’ll need to find it in another fossil, a place it could make a living, so to speak. Maybe you’d have better luck looking in some two-billion-year-old fossil algae colonies called stromatalites- see http://www.fossilmuseum.net/Tree_of_Life/Stromatolites.htm, found in the Sharks Bay, Australia and the Gunflint Chert in Canada (and elsewhere). It’s where I’d look. I would also look in old salt mines, maybe in the black streaks in freshly-exposed cuts in the mile deep salt deposits under Detroit, Michigan, and in the Triassic rock salt mines of Winsford in Cheshire, England, for example. Those streaks have been identified as living bacterial colonies dating back to before the seas that bore them evaporated.
If I was looking for the oldest living primitive viruses- archaic, yet still-viable bacteria have also been identified in deposits deep in the Boulby potash mine in Cleveland, England, laid down during the Permian (225-270 MYA). Perhaps they carry archaic viruses. See http://mic.sgmjournals.org/cgi/reprint/139/5/1077.pdf
(I’d also like to hear a mechanism, whereby such a soft tissue could recognizably fossilize at all. Let me know how it goes.)
A complete virus is 5 to 15% of the size of a typical cell , but the whole virus does not enter the cell. After affixing itself to the cell wall, the envelope stays behind, and only the genetic material of the virus enters. This material is many orders of magnitude smaller than a bacteria, and pass easily through cell walls into the cell’s nucleus, which it attempts to co-opt into virus factories by inserting their own DNA sequences into the host’s own reproductive sequences. Sometimes they are successful. Compared to a bacteria, however, a virus is infinitesimal. It is a very nimble aggregations of partly entwined proteins, containing little more than instructions on how to refold themselves, depending upon what is encountered. Being single-stranded, these instructions are not redundant, and as such, are subject to extremely rapid mutations should conditions change; and they are much quicker to adapt than bacteria.
Logically, whatever was the very first adaptive response on the part of the first-attacked bacteria, it began a sequence which drifted toward the synthesis of an antibody. But as we know, a virus can dodge (mutate) faster than bacteria can aim and shoot (perfect antibodies). Our current ability to tailor a changing response to attacks from invaders by means of antibody synthesis may be largely responsible for our survival to date, and is used against a whole range of infections and the like. And it is probably due to having to deal with the handiwork of viruses- not now, as humans, but back in the primal by-and-by, in the nuclei of single-celled organisms. But for a multi-celled organism developing antibodies, a quickly-mutating virus is a moving target, difficult to hit, somewhat like shooting at a hummingbird with a battleship, the little thing won’t sit still long enough to set up a firing-solution. No surprise, then, that viral forms are still with us.
Among all the single-celled individuals in the early seas, each virus found a host somewhere, with the cells thereafter treating the genetic material from the virus as its own.
The results to the bacteria (within whose very genes the deception was perpetrated) of all this trial-and-error viral activity was uneven, as you would guess. Depending upon the dice, it ran the gamut from instantly fatal, to fatal soon, to fatal later but before reproductive maturity, to merely disabling, to harmless, to beneficial, to WOW, Madge, will you look at that! Lungs! And they breed true!
All the while, natural selection judged the virus on how effective it was at being beneficial for the host: the more successful the resulting form, the more potential hosts for the viral form that best utilizes it. The adaptations of both are continually optimized by their continuing adaptations to the adaptations of the other, as less-well optimized mutations sink in the gene pool. Over time, successful symbiots (virus and host) become better able to exploit the environment they occupy, and better suited to each other. Those forms which are less so, have a competitive disadvantage, and are out-competed by those which are more so.
The first particular viral re-engineering of the bacteria’s DNA was accomplished for no particular reason at all, it was one of many random attempts. The surviving forms only accidentally provided some competitive advantage to the virus. Had conditions been different, the pH lower, perhaps, or temperatures changed differently, other forms would have made it instead. Yet, using the shotgun method, one of the mutations stumbled upon the capacity to produce a gene sequence that facilitated the joining together of two different bacteria somehow, so that a bacteria better-able to provide for the life-support functions of both, could; while another bacteria that was better able to provide for reproduction (including that of the virus), performed that function. Let each specialize for the two, and be henceforth one. Almost all mutations are fatal, and if a viable mutation didn’t critically benefit the virus AND the host more than other combinations, it bred-out. But if it led to an increase in hosts for the virus? We got a winner!
With much less atmospheric ozone in the early atmosphere to moderate the sun’s UV, the rate of mutation (at least near the surface), may have been breathtaking. Countless mutations occurred, maybe by-the-minute, at least at times. A few forms persisted for a while, and time passed, time to radiate and adapt, over and over, and over… fewer survived to dominate the Pre-Cambrian seas. Over time, new pairs were adapted to work with others, then pairs with different pairs, then fours with fours, and fours with a two and a three, and a nine with a four, and so on.
Some worked less-well than others. Even while countless mutations were still occurring,only a few forms out of many persisted , fewer survived to dominate.
Under those conditions, it should not be surprising that many, many forms, a hundred-trillion combinations, among them a form that might someday develop into a clam, and another a fish (or a methane-breathing tennis racket, for that matter) might have eventually been tried, to persist for a while, and to further radiate and adapt, some forms (including your own) surviving to dominate, to cover the entire planet(!), based solely upon the competitive advantage it provided – to the virus.
Invaders from space? Old news, we walk within you.
For more on the virus, see: http://anukp.wordpress.com/2007/01/21/virus-2/
WE OWE IT ALL TO BRONZE
Posted: September 6, 2009 Filed under: Ponderings | Tags: Defense, economics, Military, philosophy, war Leave a comment »- Sumerian Bronze depicting warfare. The animals are symbolic representations of nation states whom the Sumerians had fought and defeated. Nobody memorializes their losses…
(c) 2009 Craig Chereek, all rights reserved
Written Thursday, March 2, 2009
La Crescenta, California
If you miss the good old days, where humans had nothing to fight about except the borders of hunting grounds and sources of dry firewood, blame bronze. It is no stretch whatever to say that the human development of bronze pulled the world into the modern era of civilization. But don’t for a second think there was ever a time where men weren’t dying to kill each other, either to take what we wanted, or defend what we had.
The discovery occurred somewhere between 3,000 and 5,000 years ago: if you mix ten parts of molten copper with one part of molten tin, the result is a material with physical properties superior to both. Development of bronze suddenly put distant peoples face-to-face because its ore constituents came from far apart (Afghanistan and Turkey, respectively). Copper smelting and smithing could be closely-held solitary pursuits, if you controlled a source and had fire, you could smelt copper. But the development of a bronze culture required a group effort, a political effort, transport, foreign diplomacy, a willingness to go to war if necessary, and everything ultimately required to engage in mutually beneficial stable foreign trade.
The question, how do foreign peoples treat with each other, is not yet resolved, but it was cast in bronze, and immediately translated in blood when the first thing both parties did, once they finally got bronze, was to make weapons of it and go to war over control of the ores. How else does a culture with a ready source of tin get a distant culture to care about what they want? A desire to make bronze, and therefore for the copper ores of strange peoples, by themselves, are unlikely to move them into gifting up any.
Can the first influence the second to want to aid them? Sometimes they could, by subterfuge, alliance, or diplomacy, but what if all that fails and the first can’t get the second to care one little bit if they never got copper? Somebody undoubtedly said, “Hey, lets just ride on up there and take it,” and of course as long as the tin culture could afford their big military overhead, that worked out pretty well for them, and also for the development, the articulation, of Bronze Age culture, institutions and practices. For once defeated, the loser henceforth pays the copper in Tribute or just as frequently, vis versa (as long as the yoke of military occupation is snug enough).
But the defeated rarely stay beaten, and so bronze became iron, and we got a whole bunch of new ore sites to fight over. Iron became steel, adding carbon, manganese, chromium, vanadium and nickel mines to the list, and steel became uranium, and where will the bouncing ball land next? If we ever get fusion going as hoped, that will all change, for all molecules are equal in a fusion reaction. But until it does, blame bronze.







