Monday, June 29, 2009
(Mis)Adventures
This weekend, I bounced out to Downieville, CA, up in the Sierras. Its up in the northern Sierras, specifically, a region called the Sierra Buttes. It is home to a world-famous downhill mountain bike course. 17 Miles of screaming downhill.
Here's what some of the trail looks like; smooth side-hill single-track snaking through trees.
There is 1/4 mile of climbing in there too. Not only that, but Downieville has several companies that shuttle you up to the top of the mountain, from 2600 feet to 7700 feet. I felt a little strange as the only person wearing full spandex amongst the elbow-padded, baggy-shorts, full-face helmet crowd of the shuttle vans.
In any case, it was beautiful up there.
A small mountain brook, that grows to feed the N. Fork of the Yuba.
The next day, we took the advice (foolishly perhaps) of the locals and explored some of the other trails in the area. We chose a route that started in Downieville, climbed to Chimney Rock Peak (7700) and then came all the way back down. Unfortunately, the "single track" routes we had chosen were single track for OHV's too. We didn't see any while we were there, but their dominance on the trail was felt. Mostly in my legs.
The top of the climb brought us to a saddle between one small peak and another.
From there, we descended on more loose, rocky, slippery single-track back to Downieville, narrowly escaping heat stroke and bonking.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Dust Patrol
I met up with a few dudes from the Stanford Kayak club and headed out to the Sierras for some whitewater paddling. On Saturday Ben and I bounced out of Palo Alto, across the Central Valley, up the New Priest Grade (2700 feet in 6 miles), to Groveland to get a permit, and down the Burma Grade (3000 feet in 4 miles), thus dropping into the Merced River valley. Along the way I cursed my GPS unit and decided to ask the mountain bikers on the "road" for directions.
For those of you unfamiliar with California, the Merced is the river of Yosemite valley fame. It drains the famous valley with Half Dome, El Cap and so on. We put on not but 5 miles downstream from the exit of the park.
Fun section, lower water for the year, but still worth it. It was good to be out on the water.
Then we bounced over to the Tuolumne near Groveland, CA. Set shuttle, got up early, bounced down the dirt road to the bottom of the gorge praying that no cars were coming in the opposite direction, and put on around 9AM. Previous experience led us to believe that we would need more than 6 hours to do the 18+ mile run. We did it in 4 hours.
Allen adroitly angles around aerated agua.
Looking down the Tuolumne gorge. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny California day.
Needless to say, it was very dusty on all of the twisty mountain roads that I drove over the weekend. At times, dust was caked on the back bumper of my car. It won't rain for months.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Happy Father's Day
Friday, June 19, 2009
A Light in the Tunnels
About 150 years ago, someone said, "There's Gold in these hills" and so they began digging. What a surprise when they only found silver.
The mine was "operational" until 1950 when it was given to the University of Arizona. Some graduate students in the Mining Engineering Program there showed us around under ground. They have us hardhats, lights, and self rescuers (a delightful present to keep one alive in the event of a mine fire).
We crawled down tunnels, climbed down ladders, and made measurements.
Here's Allen descending the ladders to a lower level of the mine, the 100 ft level.
Down in the drifts, as you would call them if you are miner, there isn't much more room than you need to stand. Occasionally there are chambers big enough for our antenna.
After poking around the mine, I went and visited my sister up in Phoenix. We ate well, she showed me her labs and office, and I met her adviser. Apparently the latter is quite a treat.
Somewhere there's a picture of us enjoying margaritas and tequila at El Barrio, but that's locked in her iPhone somewhere.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Early Summer is Wedding Season -
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Various
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Varied Velocipedes
Saturday, I drove out with a buddy to the Boggs State Demonstration Forest, located in Cobb, CA. The fire department out there maintains a small plot of land where they must do fire management experiments. They also have a heliport. I've come across a few other of these Demonstration forests, because the Fire Department either doesn't care, or encourages the use of these lands for trail building. In either case, both the Soquel Demonstration Forest (near Santa Cruz) and the Boggs Demonstration Forest are home to some wicked fun trail networks.
So, Saturday morning, after rebooting my computer on campus, re-arranging my programs, and getting them running again, we loaded up and drove out to Cobb, CA, which is just north east of Napa Valley. I had never been through Napa Valley before. It's very pleasant with the vineyards sprawling on the flat valley floor and scruffy, golden hill rising all around.
The trails at Boggs are very clean and neat. There's about 24 miles of single track trail almost all of it is the smooth buffed out type that makes for very fast riding. That's good because you end up spending less time with your feet in the poison oak.
The trails wind through a pine forest. Not the dense, dark redwood forest found near the coast, but an open, dry pine forest. Riding out there reminded me of the Riding in Nederland, CO, except 7,000 feet lower.
Matt busting through the single track on his new bike. Dual suspension carbon fiber mountain bikes? What Bosh.
Here's a view through the big pine trees. Vineyards and puffy clouds visible in the back.
Today, (after checking to make sure my programs were indeed still running, scrubbing all of the data down) I did a favorite road loop. Started at my front door, rode up to Skyline, and then back down to Pescadero, CA, which is just a mile up from the coast. Rode up Stage road which parallels Highway 1, and climbed back up 84. Its around 60 miles, but it takes you from the flats of Palo Alto to 3000 feet (twice!), through the dark redwood forests where everything is wet, down through manzanita scrub, to the golden hills along the ocean, through eucalyptus groves, and then back again. Sorry, no pictures. A camera is just too many extra grams.
Justice
Friday, June 12, 2009
William James
“To my mind a current far more important and interesting religiously than that which sets in from natural science towards healthy-mindedness is that which has recently poured over America and seems to be gathering force every day....to which, for the sake of having a brief designation, I will give the title of the 'Mind-cure movement.'....The mind-cure principles are so beginning to pervade the air that one catches their spirit at second-hand. One hears of the 'Gospel of Relaxation,' of the 'Don't Worry Movement,' of people who repeat to themselves, 'Youth, health, vigor!' when dressing in the morning, as their motto for the day."
The latest fad to be discussed on Oprah? The new bestseller in the self-help section of Borders? Nah. William James brings it up in Varieties of Religious Experience, leading to a larger, more serious, and interesting discussion about temperament, psychology in religion.
In the Varieties, which is a compilation of his Gifford lectures, James addresses some of the trends of his time such as transcendentalism, spiritualism versus religion, and this mind-cure movement, among others. He brings up these topics as part of his main exploration of the relationship between psychology and religion. So many of those “trends” he discusses are still with us today, of course – either they never left completely or were recycled. Furthermore, we are still often very confused about the relationship between psychology, spirituality, and religion. For example, in today’s contemporary self-help speak: if mental health is about feeling good about oneself – well, is that the same as what religion is about? Do we do mitzvot because they make us feel good about ourselves?
The “religious experiences” that James examines are those of conversion, saintliness, and mysticism. In James’ view, examples of each experience are those that involve various altered states of consciousness – hallucinations, convulsions, visions, and so on. Each experience is sudden onset, usually without precedence. The point James makes (and he provides a ton of personal testimonies, which gets really tedious, by about the 4th or 5th one) is that these experiences seem to be just psychological aberrations, of the kind that a medical doctor might have to treat in his office. And so what is the difference? James approaches the question from an angle: What does it matter? Whether the experience is some chemical aberration in the brain, or really a supernatural being intervening in someone’s life, the only question we can really be fit to ask it what the fruits of the experience are. “The real witness of the spirit to the second birth [he’s talking about conversion] is to be found only in the disposition of the genuine child of God, the permanently patient heart, the love of self eradicated. And this, it has to be admitted, is also found in those who pass no crisis…”
I don’t entirely disagree. I sure wouldn’t discount extraordinary visions, miracles, etc as integral parts of someone’s conversion or mysticism. At some point in the book (which I forgot to mark) James reminds us all that just because it hasn’t happened to you doesn’t it mean it can’ happen at all. So true. That’s always been my beef with people who say they have a hard time believing in, say, the splitting of the Red Sea. It’s supposed to be hard to believe, and seem extraordinarily abnormal. That’s the point, people!
My hang up is that this method of evaluation makes religion into something that is purely practical or useful. Good thing James makes an attempt to address this too: “Abstractly, it would seem illogical to try to measure the worth of a religion’s fruits in merely human terms of value. How can you measure their worth without considering whether the God really exists who is supposed to inspire them….” James dances around the edge of all this but it seems he just can’t quite commit to actually believing in one God. He sincerely believes that different people – and different temperaments – can find different religions to suit them, as though these were like differences in palate. But he keeps trying: “How, you say, can religion, which believes in two worlds and an invisible order, be estimated by the adaptation of its fruits to this world’s order alone? It is truth, not its utility, you insist, upon which our verdict ought to depend. If religion is true, its fruits are good fruits…”
He gets close to saying that religion is beyond simply a useful function of psychological survival – but I was disappointed to see that his insight was only that religion may be somewhat biologically ingrained in us. Hmm. Oh. James blithely admits that he has skipped over some important religious experiences – like prayer. Ya think??? How about charity, study, etc.
Early in the book, James presents a thesis of dividing the world into two groups of people: optimistic people, and pessimistic people. One’s temperament at birth will be the main determining factor on how one approaches and receives religion. This can lead to extremes – Whitman being an example of the excessively “healthy-minded” who refuse to acknowledge or see evil. Well, we certainly have our fair share of those today. James had some strong words which are highly relevant to a certain strand of idealism which runs rather strongly amongst those who believe, for example, the anti-Semitism is only a problem of the extreme right Nazis, who are long dead anyway:
“To believe in the carnivorous reptiles of geologic times is hard for our imagination – they seem too much like mere museum specimens. Yet there is no tooth in any one of those museum-skulls that did not daily hold fast to the body struggling in despair of some fated living victim. Forms of horror just as dreadful to their victims fill the world today….”
I was a bit surprised at the vehemence with which James attacks the bromides of Walt Whitman, the “supreme contemporary example of such an inability to feel evil.” While the Greeks and Romans were “pagans” like Whitman, James admits, “they neither denied the ills of nature…nor did they, in order to escape from those ills, invent another and a better world of the imagination…this integrity of instinctive reactions, this freedom from all moral sophistry and strain, gives a pathetic dignity to ancient pagan feeling. And this quality Whitman’s outpourings have not got.” And so on. I suppose Whitman’s poetry could be seen in the same light as excessive environmentalism today.
Tolstoy and Bunyan are presented as examples of people who were not optimistic to the point of oblivion: both struggled with deep melancholia, but found a form of salvation – mainly in the form of recognizing the infiniteness of God – that allowed them to see the happiness and fruitfulness of life. I am not so sure what James is really getting at with his temperance division tack. I have the feeling it was some sort of medical/psychological thing or trend that has fallen out of our contemporary vocabulary. I can’t believe he meant to get so reductive as to say, some people are just naturally happy and so religion works for them. But others are deeper and more profound and depressed and disturbed and see the real truth of the nihilism, or something. I hate when people romanticize depression.
Anyway, switching gears: “For him who confesses, shams are over and realities have begun, he has exteriorized his rottenness. If he has not got rid of it, he at least no longer smears it over with a hypocritical show of virtue – he lives at least upon a basis of veracity.” I’m pretty sure James is referring to Catholic confession. I thought James was making a good effort at giving respect to this ritual, rather than, as he so easily could and probably wanted, to make fun of it.
On the whole, James is more condescending to Catholicism than he is to any variety of Protestantism, as I would have expected. He grudgingly admits that Catholicism may be pleasing to some because, basically, it’s so dang pretty. But James, perhaps falling prey to yet another religious fad that certainly hasn’t left us, is quite enamored with Buddhism, Hinduism, and Islam, to the point that he doesn’t seem to appreciate the sharp distinctions between these and Judeo-Christian beliefs. They’re all just different flavors of religion. James rarely speaks of God but instead refers to “the more.” For example: “In answering these questions that the various theologies perform their theoretic work..they all agree that the ‘more’ really exists; though some of them hold it to exist in the shape of a personal god or gods, while others are satisfied to conceive it as a stream of ideal tendency…” A few pages later he writes that the real importance is in the “consequences in the way of conduct” of “regenerative change” [general communication with God.] I think that an essential component is not fully explored here: the differences in the way people understand the “more” are extremely important and do have actual consequences in behavior. If James does not take these differences very seriously then does not, it seems, on the whole take religion itself very seriously in the end, either.
In the beginning of the book he admits that he is only going to look at extreme cases, citing some sort of doctrine about how examination of the extremes leads us to better understand the “normal.” But I don’t think this technique is successful in this book. He ignores so many aspects of religion save for the experiences of those who may indeed be prone to psychic disturbances that he misses some of the bigger points of religion. His refusal to get specific about doctrines or the nature of different religions also indicates condescension toward religion, regardless of his acknowledgements that religion can indeed be very useful.
Closing Random Bits:
William James and Black Hawk Down
“Is not the exclusively sympathetic and facetious way in which most children are brought up to-day in danger, in spite of its many advantages, of developing a certain trashiness of fibre?” – the Varieties, in the chapter “The Value of Saintliness”
My aforementioned Sunday School teacher handed me a paperback on my way out, entitled Leadership and Training for the Fight by MSG Paul R. Howe, a retired Special Ops guy. I’ve only flipped through it, but I’m guessing that this is going to be my favorite quote:
“Rule No. 6: It’s not your parents’ fault. If you screw up, you are responsible. This is the flip side of “It’s my life,” and “You’re not the boss of me.” Don’t whine about it, or you’ll sound like a baby boomer…
Rule No. 7: Before you were born your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way paying your bills, cleaning up your room and listening to you tell them how idealistic you are. And by the way, before you save the rain forest from the blood-sucking parasite of your parents’ generation, try delousing the closet in your bedroom.”
MSG Howe wrote most of his book in response to what he saw in Somalia 1993. I think the juxtaposition of the James and Howe is clear enough.
William James and Eddie Murphy
I couldn’t get a good YouTube clip of the scene in the excellent movie Bowfinger in which Eddie Murphy has to go to his Mindhead (obviously a spinoff of Scientology) handler. But if you have seen the movie, and refer back to the first quote of this whole shebang, then you will probably connect the dots as I did.
Obviously, Mindhead = Mindcure, and "keep it together = youth, health, vigor!" Now Eddie Murphy and William James have achieved far less than Six Degrees of Separation.