Tuesday, May 2, 2017

རྟིན་འབྱུང 
Trenjung: A Journal of Interconnections


Now as the sun was setting, and love, too, seemed in peril of being lost, I decided to try and sell some of my paintings, because isn't that after all what one does when hitchhiking by the side of the road on a desert island where the tide is always low and only the star fish admire your brush strokes?


Saturday, April 22, 2017

རྟིན་འབྱུང Trenjung: A Journal of Interconnections

Here is the gist of a talk I gave in Shanghai back in February.


The Death of the Ice Fairy, The Rule of the Orange Monstrosity, and the Resistance of the Green Alliance

D. H Garrett, The Asia Institute

“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”


1. The Death of the Ice Fairy

         If you want to understand the particular magic of the Good Fairy of the North Pole, it is important to recall one specific fact: the difference between specific heat, and latent heat. Specific heat is the amount of heat needed to raise one kilogram of a substance by 1 degree C. The specific heat of water is 1 kcal kg-1 which is the standard unit of heat, the calorie.  The latent heat of ice by contrast is 80 kcal kg-1.  This is an important magic to remember as polar ice disappears. Even mid-winter at the North Pole is 50 degrees above normal. As the collapse at the pole progresses and ice-free summers in the far north ensue -some 100 hundred years before the IPCC’s early predictions- we lose one of our most important climate buffers, a massive air conditioner dampening high temperatures. Furthermore, as the loss of albedo from that loss of ice further heats up the now bare, dark ocean, -amongst other things- climate chaos ensures as weather patterns that basically endured for 10,000 years are disrupted. Amongst other things, the melting permafrost releases methane, and our meager efforts to date to constrain runaway climate change, are basically undone.
         It is true, there may be some scientists who give us a decade or two in which to radically reduce CO2 emissions, but at this point in time, there are probably an equal number who think we have basically waited too long, and that the arctic death spiral is exactly that: the initiation of a non-linear sequence, a climate phase change, a rapid climate change event which has the potential to essentially destroy civilization as we know it.

“Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.”

2. The Rule of the Orange Monstrosity

         Not that there is ever a good time for a madman to take over a country, but now is probably one of the worst possible times. For not only will this disturbed person have a good chance of destroying his own personal country, but he may well also bring down the other countries of the earth with him.  The 45th President of the United States -a name that shall not be named- has Narcissistic Personality Disorder, is in fact a malignant narcissistic, and at a time when the earth’s carbon budget can no longer afford it, he has surrounded himself with climate change deniers, and oil men, and politicians bought and sold by oil men.  He and his henchmen, having been helped to this position of power by fear and prejudice-driven manipulations of a superstitious and undereducated populace, in combination with well-done assistance from the Russian Federation, will (amongst other odious acts) probably seek to remove sanctions on Russia so as to fulfill a lucrative ($500 billion dollar) contract to develop the oil and gas reserves of the Russian Arctic.
         The Russian Federation it can be presumed is doing this for regime survival (perhaps also thinking geoengineeering is safe and inexpensive), while the U.S., as is typical of much of its so-called leadership is doing it for short-sighted gains (money) and an obsolete understanding of what makes for national power.
         And meanwhile, though the Ice Fairy of the North is dying, no one except those who have studied her, seem to understand that her death means calamity for all of us.  Wild weather and unpredictability are already with us, while we remain largely transfixed and preoccupied with trivia, instead of rising to the level of actually confronting this planetary crisis. And what is equally tragic, her sister, the Ice Fairy of the south is crumbling, far faster than anyone had predicted, or almost anyone, and so, if you live near the coast, or love one of the many great cities of the planet that are on or near the coast, it really is time you think of moving.

“If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave.”

3. The Resistance of the Great Green Alliance

         So let us be clear.  The Paris Agreement, as Hansen said, is bullshit.  And unless we want to devolve into warring states, throwing up our borders as best we can to stop the desperate waves of climate change refugees who really have nowhere else to go, those of use who are still somewhat sane, and those nation states which understand that only a massive, quick, collective effort involving real cash, and real innovation, is the only way to save as many as possible, and pave the way to a truly human way of living on this planet, must act together.  We must form in fact, a Great Green Alliance, one that holds accountable any individual, company, or country, which holds itself above the need for collective survival.
         Those who have worked to warn about the dangers of climate change over the decades will remember the time, not that long ago, when they refused, or were reluctant to even talk about adaptation, for fear it would take the focus away from the urgent necessity of mitigation.  As action was not forthcoming, this gave way to an understanding that some talk of adaptation was going to be necessary. Now it appears that we have waited too long and the momentum already built up in the earth system, and the fact that largely un-modeled positive feedbacks and black swan events meant that Earth System Sensitivity was at the high-end of the imagined range, we are rapidly swinging into a full-fledged global abrupt climate change event.  Mitigation of course must go on in the hopes of preventing various forms of essentially irreversible runaway climate change, but the level and type of adaptation required is of a whole new order of magnitude.
         By way of reference consider the PETM event.  Carbon was emitted during the PETM event at a rate of about 6.2 billion tons of CO2 per year, and about 1.1 billion tons of methane per year.  The current emission rate of CO2 from humans is about 30.6 billion tons of CO2 per years, and about 1.1 billion tons of methane per year. In other words we are emitting CO2 at about five times faster than the PETM, and about 27 times its methane emission rate.  We are in uncharted waters, and it is hot and moreover acidic. 
        
4. Some Policy Recommendations for the Great Green Alliance

1) Legal and trade defenses against individual, companies and nations which are not adopting emergency rates of decarbonization (we need teeth).

2) Heavy national and transnational taxes on extreme wealth with proceeds transferred to the global poor (6 individuals have as much wealth as the bottom half of humanity; moreover for this rapid survival transition to be possible, if levels of inequality remain as they are, civil disturbance will be so great as to disrupt all well-laid plans).

3) Most known geoengineering schemes are known to be dangerous.  Solar shielding the arctic and Antarctic regions though expensive might be worth considering. Other possibilities that evaluations so-far do not appear to have eliminated from consideration are converting 9% of the ocean’s surface to seaweed farming, and radical afforestation schemes involving water-from air technology assistance or of course some combination thereof.

4. Innovative drop-in climate change lifeboats which provide self-sustaining  systems of water, energy and food for the global south where possible.

5. Rapid development of smart-skins for the global south (and elsewhere). In other words, instead of trying to air condition everything, simply provide smart-skins to individuals which locally regulate temperature and allow life to continue in the new climate regime.

6. Massive programs of emergency vertical farm construction for cities as the new chaotic weather regime makes traditional farming extremely difficult and undependable.

7. Careful planning for orderly relocation from the coasts so as to avoid chaos and mass civil disturbance.



References

1.”The Arctic is the First and Possibly Last Defense Against a Climate Transition to an Uninhabitable Earth” D. H. Garrett, Truthout, December 2013 http://www.truth-out.org/news/item/20463-the-arctic-is-the-first-and-possibly-last-line-of-defense-against-a-climate-transition-to-an-uninhabitable-earth

2. “A Farewell to Ice: A Report from the Arctic” Peter Wadhams, Penguin Books Ltd (2016)

3. Reconciled climate response estimates from climate models and the energy budget of Earth” Mark Richardson, Kevin Cowtan, Ed Hawkins & Martin B. Stolpe Nature Climate Change 6, 931–935 (2016) doi:10.1038/nclimate3066 Received 17 November 2015 Accepted 27 May 2016 Published online 27 June 2016

4. “Climate science bedeviled by 'tipping points'” January 19, 2017 by Marlowe Hoodhttps://phys.org/news/2017-01-climate-science-bedeviled.html

5. Evidence for a rapid release of carbon at the Paleocene-Eocene thermal maximum James D. Wrighta,1 and Morgan F. Schallera,b Edited* by Wallace S. Broecker, Columbia University, Palisades, NY, and approved August 5, 2013 (received for review May 14, 2013) PNAS

6. Reply to Pearson and Nicholas, Stassen et al., and Zeebe et al.: Teasing out the missing piece of the PETM puzzle
Acad Sci U S A. 2014 Mar 25; 111(12): E1068–E1071.
Published online 2014 Feb 26. doi:  10.1073/pnas.1321876111


8. “North Pole Temperatures May Soar to 50 Degrees Above Normal Freakishly warm pole weather is likely to peak on Christmas Eve” By Brian Kahn on December 21, 2016, Scientific American

    9. Nonlinear climate sensitivity and its implications for future greenhouse warming” Tobias Friedrich Axel Timmermann, Michelle Tigchelaar, Oliver Elison Timm and Andrey Ganopolski Science Advances  09 Nov 2016:
Vol. 2, no. 11, e1501923


11. “Potential climate engineering effectiveness and side effects during a high carbon dioxide-emission scenario” David P. Keller, Ellias Y. Feng & Andreas Oschlies, Nature Communications 5, 2015


Coda:

                       

transpolar

over the pole
in its death spiral
of disappearing ice

I still feel the clutched
embrace of my little son
crying daddy daddy
wanting no one else
to hold him
as if he knew I was leaving today

do I grieve for him
grieve for myself
grieve for the earth
we are leaving him

or is it all
premature
will love somehow
find a way to save
the beauty and the child

my heart still aches
with the warmth and trust
of his hug
but the climate is changing
12000 years of calm sedateness
are out the window now
and the storms walking boldly
amongst us
are not so easily
tamed





Saturday, March 4, 2017

རྟིན་འབྱུང Trenjung: A Journal of Interconnections

Alas and alack.  Someone finally got around to making a video of me giving a little talk, without notes I must add! somewhat extemporaneously I must add!  That said, there is nothing more humbling than viewing oneself from a distance and discovering that one is perhaps one's own best self-parody!  Sigh, and sigh again...








Tuesday, January 10, 2017


རྟིན་འབྱུང 
Trenjung: A Journal of Interconnections


I'm not sure what if anything to say about a collection of essays that, if well written, or even if only half-baked, should do the job of speaking for themselves!  

https://books.pronoun.com/the-sustenance-of-words/

Sunday, October 30, 2016

རྟིན་འབྱུང 
Trenjung: A Journal of Interconnections


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DBfIyD0uZw

This is a song called "Remember (Always)."   One might imagine another song called "Forget (Always)." Questions about time, and memory, and the persistence or lack thereof of memory are always interesting ones. Nostalgia can weigh one down in its beautiful amber casings, so that the new no longer makes it through the outer shell and into the inner soul.  And yet, what would be the point of anything existing if by its nature it is to be forgotten and as such, in a way, never to have existed at all?  What was, was; what is, is; what will be, will be, and yet all of those are but bloomings of something much more centrally placed, a non-place, a non-time from which these well-fleshed dreams emerge.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

རྟིན་འབྱུང Trenjung: A Journal of Interconnections
I probably should have had more wisdom not to go ahead and share some of the rage and loneliness and yes, beauty I saw and felt as a much younger human being, but I have found delightedly, that as I have gotten much older -the liberation of truth approached if not apprehended- (and the loss of false shame) more than makes up for my slower times in the 100 yard dash. I commend this slim volume of poetry to whomsoever wants a good laugh at the occasional purple line interspersed though with a bit of lusty-spiritual good humor!

Friday, October 7, 2016

རྟིན་འབྱུང 
Trenjung: A Journal of Interconnections

Downpour

he loved words.
not in the sense in which
love is so easily professed these days
but in an old-fashioned
genuinely romantic sort of way
spiritual
but with a material component
the word made flesh
so to speak
and flesh become word
in a way

it was not in the least
an abstract obsession
with some ideal Logos
no, the articles themselves
where his articles of faith
while the verbs in all of their doings
screwed up his soundest vows
of silence
and inaction
to use an expression

it was the real utterances
misspoken and squeaking
that he was enamored of
it was their
ineffably mysterious grunts
seeming to make sense
when in fact
they were the merest puffs
of clunk and whimsy
(oh, that meaning could so be written
in the air!)

and so he despaired
when he could not find
the right one
inanity though it be
but loving them as he did
he did sometimes seem
to put them at their ease
and they would come
unannounced
speaking for themselves
telling their own stories
almost
verbatim

and it was in this act
(no act at all
but genuine interest and concern)
that they at last perhaps
relaxed into his embrace
and there, mumbling
all the way
he would caress them
one by one
let his lips pout and pucker about them
reveling in their
fricatives and diphthongs
his tongue
would tease and tap out
codes from the sleek cavities
of their open vowels
until for lack of a better word
their meaning howled

and then stretching and intertwined
vowel harmony or not
they’d string each other out
in a long foreplay of whispering
a sotto voce
lilting and building
until it passed
that singular point. and emerged
full voice
at the beginning of a new sentence

some of them he found to be
much deeper than he had expected
others turned out to be
rather vapid and even
tepid, but in a lovely way
a denouement
of simplicity and overstatement
a giggled shiver of pretense
but no longer tense
just become
a plainspoken
“it is what it is”
straightforward declarative
as poetic as any
comparative

and so it went

not so much a verbal promiscuity
as a desire to use them all
in fevered raidings of the OED
and tricks he’d learned from how to manuals
he dabbled even in the dark arts
of neologisms and foreign loan words
of mantra and trance-dictated scat
oh how he moaned with
the heaved utterances
of heaven-sent glossolalia
a hundred and one peaceful and wrathful multilingual deities
no longer sure who was saying what to who or how
while all along
a million velvet ears convulsed

and maybe it was this
Passion
that lead him to a dawning angst:
he kept recognizing words
he’d used before
and the thrill was gone
he noticed that the more
he spoke clearly
the more he clearly spoke
what was now too
literally understandable
it was making too much sense
in a sense
and the mystery of the not quite said
the not quite inexpressible
was now gasping like a fish
on sand
so much for understanding

in his desperation
to reignite the flame
he began searching
in exotic corners
for languages not oft heard
he hired a Navaho
to translate his selected verse
into the language of The People
and would sit nodding sagely
as it was read back to him
restoring the harmony
of the Hrozo
of the veil of unknowing
his selected essays
he had rendered into an untranscribed
Bushman sub-dialect
to hear again in the pattern of the
clicking and the glottal stops
something of what he had meant to say

but even to these sublime obscurities
he eventually became habituated
and raging for his ineffable fix
he fixated on yet more radical plans
of translation:
he placed microphones in the woods
to pick up the sound of wandering winds
digitized the output and
randomly assigned them based on direction and decibel level
to trigger
famous passages of
Thai love poetry and Tibetan opera
but more and more
it was the sound of the winds themselves
which seemed to soothe him

he wanted desperately to be saying what he was saying
not alluding to it, not pointing to it
not describing it
he wanted the saying itself
to be the saying
or at least to be
an inextricable part of the saying
and it must be perfectly clear
all walls down
and yet and yet
perfectly indescribably
strange
a whatness without a witness
a wildness imbued with suchness

so he collaborated with a
quantum physicist
and a hidden wizard
to scan each raindrop
into a database
cross-referenced with every baby name
in every known tongue and
every name of every god and goddess
and heck some really quite minor deities
thrown in to be sure
so that the sacred falling of each drop
would sing its uniqueness
to each of the other falling perfections
and it was a beautiful
music that spanned the electromagnetic
rainbow
a lyricism that swelled and awed and yet was
wet and humble

and yet
it too at last
did not suffice

and so he wept
and laid his head down in the grass
and turned to face the downswelling sky
and opened his mouth
and swallowed it all
and so was born his peace
no telling of
no yelling out
the telling now was seamless with the told
and what was told of
was also what was telling
was the telling itself
was the loudest quiet never heard
was better than
a god in rut
was the magnificently
simple coitus
of the rain