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    hardie karges 8:02 am on September 4, 2010 Permalink | Reply  

    50 UNREPENTANT 

    The World’s Oldest Backpacker hit 50 (countries, years old, states of mind) with no regrets and unrepentant. Someone asked, “How long you been travelling?” Thirty years and counting…. Turning fifty was just like old times, alone and lonely, abandoned by my friends, walking the streets of London without an umbrella or a prayer. The rain hovers around me like weak soup, reminding me of why my ancestors left so long ago. I find solace in a pasty pie and a pint, and I’m glad for it. All that’s behind me now, older but wiser.

     
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    hardie karges 2:11 pm on August 31, 2010 Permalink | Reply  

    TRAVEL 401 

    To be alone in a sea of strange faces is not only natural, not only not dreadful… it’s heavenly, relying on the basic goodness of mankind, unlearning the violence inherent from our fathers’ mistakes. Still the best part of travel is coming home to the nest, complete with mother and son… and shitting in it. Sometimes I don’t need to travel; I just need to BE without direction or schedule, an extra in the movie with no lines to read. I need no extra lines on my face to show my age- like some giant redwood lying shattered on the forest floor cut full girth across the grain of resistance, with no quarter-sawed comfy little beds and all their fibers lying smoothly between their teeth. Fibers one and all had their lives cut short, perpendicular open-ended ready for anything, large or small, objets d’art or mansions in the sky. I need contrast, the constant zigzag between poles, both north and south.

     
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    hardie karges 5:13 pm on August 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply  

    THE TOURISTS ARE GETTING RESTLESS 

    Tourism is the great modern gold rush, linking past and present, rich and poor, traditional and modern, in a great gradual melting pot of cult and culture. The modern rich get their entertainment by viewing the past as expressed by poor traditional peoples. The only problem is that it puts itself out of business. If successful it changes the very thing that drew tourists in the first place. This is the new colonialism, tourist colonies and sunny beaches, Interzone girls and forty inch screens. The brave new world is a chicken shit travesty, a burlesque of the real world, dancing girls and transvestites included. Entertainment is everything now, the real thing itself, not just what ‘holds us’ between the real things. In the original French ‘entretien’ is just plain ‘maintenance,’ pure if not simple.

     
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    hardie karges 1:09 pm on August 21, 2010 Permalink | Reply  

    BLUE PLANET 

    This is the Blue Planet, bathed in oxygen, a fire smoldering under control, not explosive enough to self-destruct, just oxidize and slowly turn to rust in the solid parts, slowly turn to life in the warm wet zones along rivers between thighs. This is it. Don’t look for more of us ‘out there’. It’s a pipe dream. However many planets there are out there, there’s one in that many chances of finding civilized life like ours. We’re it. Blue-green algae, yeah sure, there’s probably more somewhere. There’s probably no reason to stock up on cyanobacteria for that cryogenic tour. ‘Intelligent life’, though, that’s a different trip. First of all, you’ve got to realize that if humans go extinct here on Earth, then they probably wouldn’t come back again. Ever. Okay, I don’t really know that, infinity being a bit unpredictable, but I suspect it’s true. Platonic Forms are wishful thinking, anthropomorphism in its idealistic form. Think dinosaurs might make a comeback some day? Don’t bet on it. Second, intelligent life in any other circumstance, whether time or space, would not necessarily look like us. Is an ape really any smarter than a bear? Isn’t the possibility equally great that they might produce some mutant offspring with grossly oversized head that might one day outsmart all the others and rule the world? They themselves are an evolutionary improvement over their dog-like ancestors and can already walk on their hind legs to boot. Their trained dancing numbers even show those psychotic qualities so intrinsic to the master race.

     
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    hardie karges 7:33 pm on July 29, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: green mutual funds, Portfolio 21, US Bank, Winslow Green Fund   

    ALL GREEN FUNDS AIN’T SO GREEN 

    So maybe you grew up in the sixties and came of age in the seventies. If so then maybe you saw all the immoral destruction and violence that the sixties brought and found it hard to reconcile with all the optimism and hope that you were instilled with in childhood. Maybe you even joined the ‘counter-culture’ in order to work for those constitutional ideals that seemed so lost under a veil of hypocrisy and the exigencies of war, ends supposedly justifying means. Then the seventies came along and the end of the war brought an end to the violence, but it brought no end to the quest for ideals, ethics and morality. The generation that once had ‘taken it to the streets’ was now taking it back to the land, growing it organic and building it green, self-sufficient and socially responsible. The generation gap narrowed as young people skipped a generation to find out what their grandfathers knew, before it was too late. Riots and protests and hard rock and hard drugs gave way to Earth day and crafts fairs and bluegrass festivals and homebrew. The hope and the optimism and the joy came back into everyday American life.

    Much water has passed under the bridge since the sixties and seventies, but if you’re like me you never lost sight of the ideals that that era instilled in you, especially with respect (deep respect) to Nature and the ‘green’ way of life. Giant leaps in technology are not at odds whatsoever with that, if anything offering new possibilities for enhancing it, the ways and means of high civilization available without the smog and congestion of large cities. But meanwhile a new specter has spread over the horizon, runaway global climate change that threatens to undo all the advancements of civilization, destroying people and cultures in its wake. So you probably worked hard and sacrificed much, for your goals and the future. So maybe by now you’ve even been at least moderately successful, have a few bucks to spare and would like to invest in something and somebody who shares your goals and is working and putting money into industries that are clean, green, and not so mean. There are so many companies out there with so many different business plans and mission statements that are so much paper and hot air, how do you know who to trust and most importantly, where do you start? The answer to the first question remains uncertain, but the answer to the first seems easy- green funds.

    That’s what I thought at least. Let the green fund companies pick and choose among the winners and losers, applying criteria both socially and financially responsible in their mix and match of funds. So what if green funds score a point less than the others on bottom-line returns? That’s not the point that matters. The point that matters is DOING SOMETHING GOOD aka MAKING A DIFFERENCE aka SAVING THE PLANET. The kind of cowboy capitalism that has defined the American economy until recently is the problem, not the solution. I don’t want to lose money mind you, and as a small businessman for much of my life, I hold free enterprise sacred, but I’m looking for sustainable growth and development, not the kind of wild speculation that destroys lives and ways of life in its quest for a big bottom line. So last August (2008) I googled ‘green funds’ and eventually settled on Winslow Green Funds as a starter investment, as much because I could apply online as anything else, which suits my highly mobile, frequently international, lifestyle. Who knows what they’ll do anyway? You do the best you can, but ultimately you pay your money and take your chances.

    So no problem, right, I put the money in and watch it do a little dance of ups and downs but ultimately all’s well, right, gaining a few points in the long run? I wish. The first hint that something was wrong was when they asked for ‘proof of residence,’ required under the Patriot Act, they say. Well, they could have mentioned that beforehand, since I HAVE spent most of the last ten years in Thailand, but it shouldn’t be any problem since I continue to pay taxes, maintain an address, and use credit cards, etc., all in the US. But they’re real specific- they want a statement from my employer… or a utility bill. This would be a joke if it weren’t so real, laughable if it weren’t so insulting, excusable if it weren’t so stupid. I mean, do they really ask Bill Gates for this kind of information? I haven’t had an employer in over thirty years, though I’ve frequently BEEN one, and since I was subletting at the time had no utility bill in my name. I would assume many people don’t, since any multi-person household would likely have only one name on the bill. But this is a GREEN FUND, for Christ’s sake; aren’t we trying to get off the grid- with solar, wind, and renewable energy? I once lived five years in the woods without (public) utilities. Does that mean I have no right to invest? I should mention that I have many bank accounts and IRA’s and credit cards without any problem, ever.

    Nevertheless, I’m a nice guy and shy away from confrontation, so I decided to wait to see if a utility bill would be imminent, since my newly immigrated wife and I were trying out different situations at the time. When it became obvious that a utility bill would not be forthcoming, I finally responded to their request explaining that I couldn’t comply and asked that they either waive that particular requirement or allow me to convert the account to a SEP-IRA, of which I have many, or as a last resort, simply give me my money back, and forget the whole thing. They chose the latter option. There’s only one problem. In the meantime, the economy had crashed and my money was worth only some sixty cents on the dollar ON THE DAY THEY CLOSED THE ACCOUNT (a day of their choice, not mine). It seems they invest heavily in foreign currencies (what could be ‘greener’ than that?), and of course those were the first markets to go berserk when the economy crashed, rushing TO the dollar, which means that the Winslow so-called ‘green fund’ was speculating against the dollar. Nice guys, eh?

    First they hassle me to death and then ultimately steal some $3800 that I could really use. They’re “sorry for my loss” of course, but since they “acted in good faith,” see no compelling reason to return my money. But these are people just like me, right, people with families and mortgages? Surely something that calls itself a ‘green fund’ must be a co-operative or at least a credit union, right. No, it’s just another bank, looking at the bottom line. All subsequent communication after the initial application came from US Bank, the same bank behind Portfolio 21 and presumably many others so-called ‘green funds,’ using your money to speculate in the currency markets, something which can have profound- and frequently negative- impacts on developing countries and our own as well. The concepts of speculation and stability are mutually exclusive.

    Though admittedly a gray area, it was a gray area of Winslow’s own making, a problem waiting to happen. Nevertheless the only relevant date involved was the date of initial monetary transfer, not an arbitrary date chosen by them at which my account was at its lowest. So I guess the moral of the story is to be careful with whom you entrust your money and make sure that you know all the details in advance. Or better yet, forego the banks altogether and invest your money in organizations and businesses that directly help people and that engage in activities that are truly part of the solution to global warming and global hunger and global injustice, not just money manipulators pretending to care about the environment and social responsibility. That’s what I’m going to do from now on. For most banks, the color green is simply one thing- the color of money.

     
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    hardie karges 8:10 am on July 24, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Fear of success paralyzes me in mid-step, 

    the thought that I might have to be on call to promote myself at any given moment or that I might have to give up my precious free-and-easy life-style. My life is running in reverse. At my age most men are starting to think about retirement, and getting desperate if they don’t have a nest egg already in the works. Many here in Thailand already are retired or semi-retired, a bar owner or something like that. That’s what I did when I was in my twenties, diddled and fiddled at this and that. Now I’m a reformed workaholic, still in therapy, trying to start a third career. Still true success is elusive, always just around the next corner. Maybe it’s better that way, like a karate kick going through a board rather than merely striking the surface. Maybe success is something better looked back on, than forward to, except as a call to action. Once you have to repeat your success on demand, then you start wondering what true success really is. You’re only as good as your latest work, or so say the pundits. They say lots of things. That’s rather myopic, I’d say, given that sometimes the times have to catch up to the work rather than vice versa. At the very least self-conscious expectations pretend to produce uniformity, not good work.

     
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    hardie karges 7:56 am on July 22, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    While violence plays in the background, 

    men play in the foreground, defined by their gaming instincts, defined by their undefinability. He follows herds across continents; he follows women across cities. He’s ready to get drunk without regard to reason. She’s ready to reproduce at the drop of underwear, the highest common denominator being the need to abstract. Don’t wallow in the concrete except to sign your initials in the sidewalk. Fame is the price of success, ego’s nemesis coming back to haunt even after the work is done. The lure of fame is a cancer on the face of America, melanoma from the sunlamp, the need for ego fulfillment beyond reasonable expectations. It’s a totally irresponsible situation. It takes some ego to get up in the morning, but it doesn’t have to keep you up all night. Even at its best, fame is fleeting. At its worst, it becomes a substitute for everything that nature used to provide. The most pathetic creature in the world is the man without family nor friends, profession nor place, just ego, to keep him warm on cold nights, to explain the world in all its mystery and complexity, to retro-fit the logic of an illogical world full of people who need it.

     
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    hardie karges 4:48 pm on July 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    The current ascendancy of technology may not be sustainable, 

    at least in its worldwide imperialist form. It’s a house of cards; it can all crumble with the stock market. What’s left would be fragmented at best. The new mysticism will be different from the old mysticism. Withdrawal into medieval Gothic feudal structures probably won’t occur again. Withdrawal into an Internet-based labyrinth of conspiracy and paranoia would be more appropriate. You’ve got to keep abreast. The so-called ‘New Age’ may already be the new mysticism in the making. It could be one of light and science, rather than darkness and ignorance. Remember that the last Dark Age was a heyday for religion, then the new kid on the block in a classical world of law and empire. When the dollar lets you down, you revert to gold. When science and its cities let you down, you revert to religion, mysticism, and the land.

     
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    hardie karges 4:09 pm on July 14, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Racism begins at home, 

    sins of the fathers handed down to the sons, the hatred concealed in memories, riders attached to appropriations that you can’t live without. We Westerners hate what we’re stuck with, but somehow can’t bring ourselves to love. We love ‘the Other’, the unknown quantity, the imaginary lover, abstractions to distraction. Sibling rivalry becomes team spirit becomes Oedipus in love, complex but clueless, just looking for work. Nationalism becomes racism to underwrite the logic of oppression, since it would be immoral to enslave your equals. Orientals love what they’re stuck with and hate what they don’t know, or what insists on distinction, including the other brother countries. All is domestic bliss, as long as you conform to the majority, but constant jockeying for position with other countries. Orientals would be the most racist people in the world if only they allowed other races. As it is, they settle for being the most nationalistic, a more enviable position. America is the melting pot that just won’t melt.

     
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    hardie karges 9:19 pm on July 13, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    A world of words awaits between the pages of experiments, 

    clean and pristine, unsullied by the sordid details of actual flesh and blood, meat and bone, lipstick and powder. You could get lost in there. There’s everything you need: love, war, mystery, drama, and climax, but without all the mess. Modern kids are missing the boat with their video games and its two-dimensional charms. Those are just caricatures of the real thing. Words are pure code; the virtual world can’t compete. Words are life’s shorthand, a shortcut to fulfillment. If you can just get it down on paper, then you hardly have to deal with the real world. Words are mathematical entities, machine language, numbers in disguise, magic formulas disguised as common graffiti.

     
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