Bare Bones Biology 362 – Exciting

Science is the study of the laws of nature using the scientific method.

Technology is making tools. Whether or not using the scientific method, technology is not asking how nature functions, it is making tools to serve the God of Technology.

 

I happen to know this because I worked very hard throughout my scientific career to sidestep the technologies that have funded most of our research within the corposystem. It was not easy.

 

Now, I am back in the canyon again because I pushed the safe boundaries of my health for about the past week and a half, by emerging into the world of people, pollution, modern computers, and my annual trip to Los Alamos for Fr. John Dear’s Sackcloth and Ashes vigil. I took some pictures for me and for the cause, stayed overnight in a parking lot in Los Alamos (because I can no longer physically tolerate the toxic chemicals that our public buildings are required to slather about), came home to the village and got sicker than I have been since leaving Texas in May, and scarpered down to the canyon ASAP with prayers of thanks that I have a safe place to go to in this modern world that we proudly refer to as the Epoch of Man.

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Chris Martenson (Crash Course) says this is an exceedingly exciting time to be alive. I posted that video on my Facebook, because he is a smart man who understands the biology of earth, but I’ve heard that many times before. Well, I reckon it’s true, because just being alive is exciting, and I am astonished that I’ve been privileged to understand as much as I do about the miracle of Life, and to share as much of it as anyone will listen to. I’m excited to be witnessing the creepingly slow education of the uninformed members of our corposystem as they come to realize their denial will not make it go away – will not change the appalling mess we have made of our humanity, and the natural consequences of our own behaviors that we now face. And thankful that I know what to expect and am grateful for my safe place.

 

This morning the New York Times reported – as though it were a big surprise — that a huge majority of climate scientists have confirmed the fact that we are experiencing climate change. I have the document, but it’s about 500 pages and I had to change computers, so have not yet read it. Let me know if you want a copy of the PDF. I’ll try to post it also to my FB page.

I do not doubt the integrity of this document because a large group of top level basic scientists conducted the study. They understand how it works, the climate, but it doesn’t take a real basic scientist to understand the basic problem. It’s all about the balance between resources and consumers. If we have not enough resources, then we have not enough. Period. What happens after that, I think our president said today, “We don’t know very much about it.” He said this at about the same time that he eliminated programs intended to reduce the negative impacts of climate change.

Indeed we don’t. Not even the real climate scientists know very much about it. Nobody in their right mind, knowing how it works, would do the experiment, and of course nobody in recent years would pay for the smaller kinds of experiments that could tell us more about what happens beyond climate change in an overpopulation event.

 

The New York Times makes like this is big news, but climate scientists have tried to tell us about this progressing danger every five years or so, often in spite of threats to their own jobs, and before them basic biologists for about 200 years. But I think the vast majority of the public believes these reports to be promoting some technology (not science), so they don’t listen anyhow and the clock winds down and the world dies by feet and yards instead of only inches, because climate change is not technology and our understanding of it is good basic science. Climate change cannot be prevented or cured by any technology unless that technology is focused on the cause of the problem.

 

But on the same day, that is today, PostCarbon Institute has reported the same truth — that the vast majority of the public probably believes our technology will save us. I have reposted their good little post to my FaceBook page.

 

They are wrong, those who put their faith in technology – any technology now that we have waited so late — any technology that is not directed at the root cause of the problem will be unable to “save” us. And the root cause is, of course, that the whole earth has no longer enough resources to feed the populations.

 

We have overgrazed the earth to the extent that we are killing the species that generate our viable climate and our food, and yet we propose to resolve this problem by killing off more species. Killing the species that create our biosystems, so that we can plant foodcrops that destroy the biosystems. This does not require a scientific explanation.

 

We are like a bag-a-bones horse I once saw standing in a pasture of weeds that he could not eat, while the people drove by in their new cars and sputtering about how could anyone do that to such a pitiful victim.

 

Also this week, technologies for helping the millions of people who have not enough to eat, who crave access to birth control to save their families, these American dollars have been taken away from the need and dedicated to we know not what (as reported by Pathfinder.org). There is no way to make the earth produce more food than it can produce, and now we are eating up the “seed corn.” And making babies to come into a world that has no way to nurture them. Sacrifices to the false God of Technology.

 

We are dying on our feet and praying to the god of technologies to save us – the same technologies that destroyed our resources in the first place. There is no god of technologies. Technologies are not God power or science power, they are human power — the same human power that we could have used to grow a reasonably comfortable human presence on a vibrantly healthy planet Earth, but chose instead to use it to grow money.

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And I spent last night in my little travel trailer, an island of warm and dry between the crack, crash and rumble of lightning and thunder above and the splash and ripple of growing rivulets in the stream bed below – wondering how big of a flash flood might come rushing down our canyon. Or not. And awoke this morning healthy. Watching a wispy little cloud explore the nooks and crannies of our canyon wall. One night away from the toxic chemicals that now permeate our earth – overnight healthy with no pills — only clean air to breath.

 

Clean, healthy and alone, for the sake of two more children who will not suffer what we know is coming, because they have never existed.

 

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Book 25 – Evolution for Citzens of the Biosystem – New Preface II

I hope to be back in touch with my fine readers on a biweekly schedule from now on, as (applause) I have some help.  This book is what I have been doing in my absence (you noticed, I know).  Writing that and moving from Texas, where the atmosphere was taking a severe toll on my health, to New Mexico, where I am now getting better faster than I am getting older.

When Bitsy and I returned from watching the sun set on the mountain peaks that looked tiny alongside the supermontane cumulus clouds, we startled a deer from the front yard.  And getting healthy, so things are settling down here except for the tourists.

This book began as a description of the basic Facts of Life that seemed to me to be fairly straightforward, (yes there are facts, defined as realities that humans cannot change), organized in a comprehensible way, as my contribution to the future of human kind. The question I posed was: “Given that we know about these Facts of Life, why are we not taking action to protect our children and grandchildren from our parents’ and grandparents’ mistaken relationships with them?

 

That question turned out to be surprisingly complicated, wandering in and out of my area of expertise (which is basic biology), and involving energy, entropy, naturally evolved systems, and differing world views that are unable to listen to each other. As a result, the book now is a record of the high points in the convoluted path of my extended inquiry that has been helped along the way by innumerable mentors, and by the many obstacles provided by the corposystem, our modern human naturally evolved corpo-political-economic-military-educational social system.

 

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The information in this book does not flow gently downstream from its origin in ignorance to its conclusion in a brilliant new synthesis. So far as I know, only one bit of information is original here (see if you can spot it). If the goal is to save ourselves, we don’t need new information. We already know enough, using the history of our mistakes and our existing level of science and technology. So why don’t we go ahead and save ourselves? Because we aren’t, you know. We are making and increasing the same mistakes that caused our Problem in the first place.

 

Trying to answer that question, this book does not flow. It struggles up, alongside the stream of reality, crossing at the easy places, circling around the waterfalls and rapids, trying to figure out what information is essential and what we can skip over, finally coming to three conclusions that we already knew.

We humans are part of a universe that is composed of naturally evolved systems.

We humans are facing a common biological Problem.

The problem is us.

 

But Life is not so simple, because the problem is also systemic, and systems can’t be described in any logical linear order, because there is no linear order to a system, nor to outline format. In a system, everything is more or less connected to everything else. Trying to imagine a biologically evolved set of systems, even with computers, is exponentially multi-dimensionally impossible. And if we try too hard to impose our own simple, logical (or illogical) order, we destroy the system.a)

 

So I will try to describe the most important high-points of my path of discovery, and some of the questions I asked, using a word-map at the beginning of each section, in hopes that the readers can factor the information into their own parallel world views.

 

Section One – Introduction

Section Two – The Facts of Life

Section Three – Implications

 

My conclusion is that Homo sapiens will not make it through our upcoming biological bottleneck unless we can learn to discuss with each other our common, inclusive Life of Earth, accommodate our population and economic growth to its pace, and build for ourselves a new social system that envisions our own accomplishments within the needs of the whole rather than the other way around. I do have some suggestions for how it might be possible to do that. We each are experts at our micro-specialties. This book is an attempt to describe the fact-based macro-system within which we must cooperate if we are to help grow a reasonably comfortable human presence within the vibrant and nourishing Life of Earth.

 

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a) Hello all you physicists, is that Heisenberg’s principle? Is that my reward for all this effort that I finally understand Heisenberg? Or realize that I already understood it all along? That’s not what I was trying to do. I had in mind, like any good activist, to save the world with my own two hands and become a hero! Preferably posthumously.

Diary 170626

Look to the left:

 

I spent the morning tracking down internet problems and cleaning out the back half of pickup so as to add another battery and double my solar capacity. It does fairly well without help, the little engine that could, but this should give me at least two cups of coffee on top of running the computer and it fits neatly in the back.   It might do that and stay full, if the sun is shining. And also carried my electric weedeater around town from store to store trying to figure out how to get string for it (without winding my own, which I discovered is the standard method). I figure I’ll get cartridges until the crash and after that there won’t be weedeaters.

 

Winter Palace is full of junk; junk trailer half unloaded; cabin also full of junk has been partially re-inhabited by the packrats and a mouse or two. Bitsy says the garter snakes are back, but we haven’t seen any rattlesnakes. Don’t like killing rattlesnakes. The GOOD news is that the cabin contamination is down enough that I can sleep inside, instead of in the travel trailer, which is much more convenient and comfortable. A light; walls between me and our bear.

 

Look to the right:

 

My stretch of the creek has water in it. The only part of the creek that does below the first gate. I think because Mark spent his whole first year on some of the same land making little holding dams, and also because we aren’t pulling it out with a well. So the elk are coming through fairly often and one is little. I need to get the game camera up again. The rainwater holding tank is full, and Richard put up the gutters while we were gone so it stays full and out from under the house – the water.

 

And I spent the afternoon on the telephone. In Chama. People actually answered and were competent to do something, so two workmen will be out to the cabin on Thursday, one to fix my landline, which I really should have out there and it hasn’t worked for a couple of years, and the other to fix the internet dish, which pulls 30 W of electric and costs a lot more than that. If both of those are successful I will proceed to try to fix the resident solar. This country life is a lot of work. I can’t keep up with the mowing without electric to charge up the battery, and the baby trees are always thirsty. I expect to not get the Spring chores done before first snowfall.

 

Look ahead:

Then we will vacuum up the ^&*() rat turds and then carry on where we got snowed out last year using the steam cleaner on about a foot square at a time, concentrating on cleaning and blocking off the rat trails as we go. The book says to make sure there are no openings bigger than about a quarter inch. Where did that supposed expert grow up I wonder?

 

A – N – D —– !!   I finished the final draft of part one of book 25. Chapter Eight.

 

Chapters One through Eight.

 

LL

Diary – 170621

Whooooosh. Three days aboveground in a heat wave is not where it’s at, but now the sun is setting and tomorrow we will be back in the canyon again. I want to stop on the way and hear the story of the Bear Dance, then finish my income tax, which I know I have enough to pay, but not in a checking account, which is a complication that did not occur to me until today. Maybe the bank will stay open on Sat morning, when I must (uuugggggh) make something to bring to a potluck. Usually I make cookies, which is fun, but doesn’t seem quite appropriate for this.

Ahhhh! The electricity just came back on. Good, maybe I can post this.

 

Anyway, I don’t have to come back up on Monday. My dentist just quit her job one day before my appointment that is already two months overdue because of my eye operation in Bryan that I needed to have in order to get a TX driver license because I spent the whole first part of the year trying to figure out how to get a NM license that would not restrict me to driving only within 40 miles from home, which would probably be OK, but it assumes that one actually HAS a home. Imagine what this does for homeless folk. They seem to have fallen out of the news lately. Another reality that Big Brother doesn’t want us to think about.

 

And, yes, it would no doubt reduce my chances of having an auto accident that is caused by the army of truck drivers and students out there on the roads and highways driving 85 mph. Not because of how I drive, but they have no interest in how I drive. Only how old I am, which they know and you don’t because the gov’t now requires us to release all significant kinds of information that we fought so hard in my youth to protect us from discrimination – not US, of course. We could never imagine discrimination against US. We were working for other people out there who evidently don’t care. Or more likely can’t afford to lose their jobs. If any.

Did you know there are now 18 American States trying to push through legislation to make peaceful protest illegal? Apparently the protests are good for something — or nobody would bother to do this, though the irritating thing about demonstrations to me is that they do not actually save anything – like the rule of law for example, which is necessary in order to get the things we are demonstrating about.

Y’all will have to think about USING the rule of law to protect the rule of law if that’s what you want. I’m too old for it, and if they really want me to stay within 40 miles of home they will probably find a way. If they can figure out where is my home and if they do, I expect they will let me know.

 

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Report From the Road – 170530

News Flash – dead mouse removed from the heater fan!

Leaving for Chama tomorrow (Friday)

Report below –

 

 

 

I’ve known the man and his wife for maybe 20 minutes altogether, and we are sitting around the kitchen table writing up a receipt.

“Yes,” he said, “plastics give off smells.”

 

“—and glue and artificial fabrics and sprays and treatments, and that’s everything there is to the inside of a new travel trailer, except for some bits of metal, most of them painted, so that’s why I bought a cargo trailer. My idea is to get metal – – – ”

 

“It’s strange that we don’t have that problem with our trailer, and we have a – maybe ours is old enough to be before — .”

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“Some people are more sensitive than others, but those chemicals that make us ‘canaries’ sick are not good for anybody’s health. I’m surprised they let the companies use these materials without the proper safety testing. I remember when we had regulations that required testing materials before we live in them, and especially with children.”

“Wait,” he said: “I know how to fix it. Colloidal silver. Take colloidal silver and you won’t have any of those problems anymore. Where is that thing, I downloaded it from the internet. I used to get sick from dipping, but the colloidal silver took it all away, and my friend – – — etcetcetc.”

 

(Sick from chewing tobacco? You are telling me you take a harmful chemical so that you can take another harmful chemical and you are now happy because this makes it possible to take two harmful chemicals rather than none?) I didn’t say it. He would not have understood.

 

And that is howLadies and gentlemen, I came upon the recipe for colloidal silver, but it won’t save us from the pollution, either individually or collectively. The solution to the poisonous effects of man-made toxins is to stop making man-made toxins. Or at least stop using them. The solution to chemical sensitivity is not to apply more chemicals. It’s to take away the ones you already have used that caused the problem in the first place,

 

The solution to any problem is NOT to find a need and sell something with the claim that it will work and then claim that the claim is “research.”

 

The solution to a problem is to find the cause and fix it; research is finding the cause, not the fix and not any meme.

 

Change the subject away from finding the cause of the problem, because that subject makes us uncomfortable for some reason (any reason) – then find a cure for the subject that didn’t cause the problem in the first place. That is the story of pollution, of climate change, and very likely of the end of humankind.

 

Or take colloidal silver, give it to the children and adults who are dying of –

 

But wait, we were talking about pollution. What happens with pollution while we are taking the colloidal silver, or sniffing herbal essences, or whatever we decide to do to treat our symptoms.

 

Of course, while we are sniffing, the pollution keeps getting worse. 15%, 25%, 40%.

 

What happens when 50 percent of all the people are affected? Vomitting is the least of the symptoms, but my mind gave me a picture of the social event of the year, as 50 percent of the residents of a city are upchucking in the public restrooms on a particularly bad day in August.

Wouldn’t it make better sense, rather than building bigger and better restrooms, wouldn’t it make more sense to do something about reducing the level of pollution?

 

Anyhow, by that time it will be very hard to pretend that they will all be OK if we give them colloidal silver, but if you want the recipe, let me know. He gave me a copy.

 

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Bare Bones Biology 361 – Air

I tend to sleep in the afternoon, especially if it’s hot and I’ve been working. Bitsy woke me up. Was someone here? Or was it the redbird perched in the cedar tree outside the open window? I don’t know. Sleep hard; half-deaf; Bitsy was trying to tell me something, but I don’t know. One day when that happened I didn’t wake up at all, and later found a note by the place where the door should be. I imagine Bitsy having a conversation with our visitor, but I didn’t get to.

 

In our safe place in the mountain canyon, it was snowing yesterday. My closest neighbor (about half a mile) phoned. She was snowed in, two inches, temperature below freezing, and called to tell me not to try the road. It’s washed out at the culvert. The sky is blue-blue; the air is clean, clear, crystal. And cold.

And here was I at the Little Thicket, in the Brazos Valley of Texas, sitting at my little table with the door open, watching the wrens flit to and fro and the Biosystem breathe.

 

Or try to.

 

It was sticky-hot the day before, and my skin said somewhere above 90 and maximally humid. Cars drove with lights on; you could see the yellow air, see into it, but not through it. Like Los Angeles used to be.

 

The whole Earth Biosystem is breathing, and this morning – maybe it was trying to cough out the hot, sticky Gulf air, sick air full of homo-toxins from Houston and Mexico City and the Valley of the Shadow of the Oil well that runs all the way up the left-center of Texas and the right side of NM nearly to the mountains, and from the Gulf of Mexico where the water flowing into the Gulf is so toxic that residents who can afford it buy distilled water to rinse after washing.

 

But the Biosystem can’t cough. So then this morning, the cool front of relatively clean air from the northwest, from the direction of our safe canyon, swept overhead, releasing the power and energy of its going as it dug under the warm air from the Gulf, pitched it up, swung it around, and pushed it back upon itself. Layers. Cool clouds rushing southeastward overhead; warm clouds higher up, rushing in the opposite direction. Everything moving, swirling, thrashing, and me out there with the new camera to my new eye, I had to regenerate my video skills, trying to catch the power, flow, excitement of the event.

Within an hour the inflow, downflow, cleansing, pushed on through and the sky is blue for a brief time. But tomorrow or the next day it will turn the color of skim milk, and then dirty cream as that yellow air filters back back northward, slowly, infiltrating the houses, hovering over the open fields, flowing around the little remaining pockets of woodlands where the trees and bushes are making oxygen faster than the bad air can filter in, until we have another day of heavy smog, and then another, filling my lungs again with homo-toxins, until the earth takes anoher breath, with the next cold front, and shoves it back down south again.

 

With every breath in the summer the air is warmer, and pushes farther up and north, until it pushes me and Bitsy back into our traveling rig and up to our safe place in the cold, clear, clean of the canyon.

 

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Bare Bones Biology attends the March for Science

At Texas A&M University.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, we already know that Science is the study of natural phenomena using the scientific method.

 

 

 

 

 

Many natural and unnatural phenomena were present.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And available for study.

 

 

 

If you decide to use any of these pictures for anything, please credit:  Photos by Lynn

 

 

 

 

 

And remember it is not all fun and games.  The basic truths are important to the survival of the above species and the climate that provides their basic needs.

 

 

 

 

 

Science tells us about a lot of things that we can do.

But there are many more that we can NOT do safely.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So faking science to win elections or for any other reasons conceivably could be genocidal.

 

And to all you wonderful Texas marchers, there are already people in London, California, and various places between who are quite impressed by the way in which you have brought the subject to its relevant point.