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Thursday, June 23, 2005

What Will Become of the Euro?

Most Germans polled want to go back to having the Deutschmark. Italian politicians want the Lira back. The British, who have not joined the Euro currency have frequently given opinions that the Euro is doomed to fail.

The European Union is growing so fast that the more advanced member states have rank and file unions concerned that new members will take their jobs, either in situ or by foreign direct investment (Turkey, Slovakia, etc.).

If they give up the currency then they give up the union and in effect capitulate to American hegemony in their erstwhile sphere of influence, which I know from late night conversations with Brits, Frenchmen, and Germans would really piss them off. I believe their desire to stave off American influence will cause them to compromise and maintain the Euro, even though it means sacrificing a bit of their nationality

Monday, June 20, 2005

Eamonn Fitzgerald's Rainy Day: Europe: history's has been

It's funny how fast the spin wheel turns. I haven't even progressed beyond the prologue of TR Reid's The United States of Europeand both the book and I are behind the time.

Witness: Eamonn Fitzgerald's Rainy Day: Europe: history's has been

Also interesting: In Googling the book to get the year of publication (2004), I came across a review of it here. Stanley Hoffman of Foreign Affairs writes in March/April 2005:

"He [Reid] also says too little about the problems of expansion and the difficulties that an almost 30-member EU will face in trying to define a common foreign policy capable of influencing or challenging U.S. supremacy. Further integration is likely to create a domestic backlash that goes beyond mere "Euro-skepticism"; the portrait painted by Reid, however, has no shadows."

I'm gonna read it anyway and see for myself.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

irish-mythology-home-page

irish-mythology-home-page

Great site.

Friday, June 17, 2005

IRISH LITERATURE, MYTHOLOGY, FOLKLORE, AND DRAMA

IRISH LITERATURE, MYTHOLOGY, FOLKLORE, AND DRAMADecent Site

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Living Languages

I wanted to say something very quickly about the evolution of languages (and I'm writing it in a language, how so very not ironic). Recently an acquaintance of mine went to Ireland for a bus tour. I have already forgiven him. He asked if I knew any cool things that he should see while he was there, and I told him he should definitely get to a Gaeltacht. He couldn't believe that there was a language that the Irish spoke that wasn't English. I always cringe when someone with an Irish surname says this. I cringed.

When I told him that there is an Irish language he jumped on the fact that he knew there was such a thing as Gaelic. I explained to him that Irish is a Gaelic language like English is a Germanic language. I pointed out that there are other Gaelic languages, like Manx, Welsh, Cornish, and Scotch. (Anybody know any others? What do they speak in Brittany?) He obviously didn't believe me when I told him that it was a living language.

To him, a living language was one that is still spoken, and he didn't believe that Irish was still in common use. A living language, though, is a language that can adapt and change and remain relevant for whichever contemporary era it in which it finds itself. Cultures can recognize when a language is in danger of irrelevance and can take measures to ensure that the language is preserved, as language and culture are often so closely bound. The example that jumps to mind is that of the Korean language.

Before Korea had a written alphabet the Japanese alphabet was used for conducting business in Korea. Soon, the Korean traders began communicating in Japanese when not doing business. The Korean king knew that Korean language and eventually Korean culture would die out if there were not a written language. He commissioned one of his advisors to create an alphabet. Because the Korean alphabet was created from a logical, thought out process rather than through evolution, it is simple enough for everyone to understand. Literacy was made compulsory in old Korea, far in advance of the Japanese and mainland Asian cultures. Korean is a living language because it can grow and accommodate new ideas. For example, the Korean word for computer means something like "thinking machine" or "counting machine", while other languages simply co-opt the English word and express it phonetically in their letters. Understandably, Koreans are still interested in the preservation of their thought processes and so their language and are taking steps to ensure its survival.

There is an Irish word for bicycle, but I have only ever heard Irish speakers use the word bicycle. On the last trip to Ireland we took a lot of pictures of the family, but no one could tell us how to say "cheese" in Irish. Okay, I should've known myself, but I'm American, remember?

I remember floating on Mad Dog's longboard, the "Straight Up", at Waikiki and failing miserably at catching waves. A couple of local guys kept zinging by me on the waves I missed and I could hear them conversing in Hawaiian. It was stilted, stop and go talk, but the conversation carried forward. It was easy to tell they were translating from English to Hawaiian to themselves and then expressing themselves in the English thought process with Hawaiian words. But they were doing it. They were taking the necessary steps to revive their language and their culture as much as they could for the environment it found itself in. If they keep at it long enough then eventually it will return in some form.

The Irish are doing it too, even if they do co-opt some words like computer and bicycle. I wonder how having the Irish language in my head instead of English would have changed the way I see and experience the world. I wonder what I missed like so many Hawaiian winter swells.

The Value of Human Life

We, collectively, have blogged on the impact of culture on perspective and perception. We have explored the up and downstream effects of intercultural transaction, the formation of new cultures (of the diaspora, e.g.), and the impact of these overlays on the individuals caught within them. We do this for the same reasons a madman studies psychology. My own child is transracial, transcultural. When I sit with my grandchildren and pass on to them the great stories of mankind will we be drinking in an Appalachian breeze or being serenaded by the seabirds of the Gulf of Guinea? Yet to be seen.

As I get older, I value my life more. I enjoy both the tactile and the preternatural. I see in others the potential to experience the same depth of satisfaction that I do. I paint them (you) with not my expectations but rather my hopes. I take solace in the belief that at our core we are same bundles of firing neurons able to experience the same things. Any one of us could be the Buddha, we could all be the Buddha.

Rather than "othering" I find it more comforting to "self", which is, I think, to a great degree the point of this blog as a whole. (Crap. Now what will we talk about?)

But here is the thing that makes the me of now shudder- if we could all be the Buddha, then could we all not also be demonic, pursuing with all spiritual and intellectual rigor all of the basest, darkest facets of our humanity? Can we not see this played out time and time again, even in this contemporary age of potential enlightenment? The genocide in Darfur continues. Poverty and disease are allowed to procreate in the land of humanity's birth while the wealthy burn up the very life of the planet. Powerful nations still wield their unilateral might in a manner that would make Niccolo Machiavelli proud.

I have tried to understand how this can be made possible in the mind of an individual. I have considered an individual given the command to kill another person justifying the act by saying that there was no alternative to obedience. That argument is the conscious or unconscious devaluation of human life to less than worthless, to harmful if allowed to persist. I can't get my head around it.

In my youth I was privileged with the opportunity to travel in the rural northern regions of Ghana by tro-tro and on foot. I had a magnificent time laughing with the different peoples I met there, marveling at their tenacity and generative capacity to pursue life through their relationship with the earth, admiring the beauty of the water carriers silhouetted against the setting Sahelian sun. If anyone could love and appreciate life, I thought, then it must be these people who often lose it to the capriciousness of nature. I left the flat shimmering heat and went back to the hissing, steaming forest with the impression that cooperation, hard work, and a collective good attitude could overcome any adversity.

How horrified I was only months later to learn of the brutality and ruthlessness of the war. A good friend of mine, the "hippie from Mississippi" was unfortunate enough to be in his posted village when it was razed to the ground. Though he didn't talk about it for a long time he eventually related the butchery of all of the males and the taking of the young females for the slave trade in the Sahara. We let him talk because we knew it was therapeutic for him, but my stomach turned over and over as he went on. At this time I was not naive; I had seen corpses dealt a violent death at the hands of others. What upset me greatly, I think, was that I had come to the conclusion that these people were the salt of the earth. I was completely unable to detect the capacity for such inhumanity during my visit. I was, and to some degree still am, aghast.

I see in everyone I meet the capacity to realize the pinnacle of human consciousness and existence and I recognize in myself the possibility of falling short of my potential. What would happen if each of us, as individuals, did the same?

European Unity

As an American I am perfectly qualified to opine on the current and future states of European unity. As an American I declare myself qualified to opine on anything and everything, and to expect that my voice will be heard and recognized and that any wisdom that might hide in my blithering will be heeded. That is, after all, what we Americans do, no?

Here is why I really feel I can add an inquisitive perpective to the debate about European unity. I studied international economics in Ireland in '88, when the conversation about the upcoming ratification of the Single European Act was in full bluster, and before the Celtic Tiger began to roar, so the Irish penchant for debate was not dampened by the insidious need to make money. I found the discussion so vibrant and relevant that I wrote the thesis of my interdisciplinary degree about it. In my thesis I made several predictions, all of which were borne out to be true in the fullness of time. Toot, toot. Oh, was that my own horn?

I will give you the three word conclusion of that lengthy scholarly work (if a contraction counts as one word): It's about power.

A small pond suddenly became a big pond and constituent firms in Irish industries had to make the conscious decision to stop trying to do for themselves individually and get together and do for themselves as a whole. They had to roll one giant wheel of Irish cheese over the continent, on a road that ran right through Holland. I can't expect the reading audience (either of you guys) to understand the analogy, but believe that it is apt.

The writing of this thesis helped me to realize that the paradigmatic interaction of leverage / countervailing leverage is at work in almost every field of human and evolutionary endeavor. That is to say, almost everything is about the power.

I have recently moved to the erstwhile capital of the American Confederacy (the second one, Richmond) and have been seeing the Jeffersonian- Hamiltonian conflict through new eyes, the eyes of a society which has taken the issue to the extreme, and has as a result matured. How is this appropriate to European unity? I know, I'm coming to that. The American experiment in democracy was a boon to the whole world, but in the 1860s its success almost brought about its failure. The ideas and the philosophical framework provided by the Enlightenment architects had to be made to fit the contemporary social and political realities of the time.

The nation that blood and steel hammered into the federalism that prevailed through the industrial revolution became the model for the reconstructed democracies of Western Europe (except for the proportional representation thing that we won't get into here). These democracies "stood on the shoulders" of American democracy, and over the next forty or so years perfected the models of federalism that worked best for them. I think the best example is Italy, right?

When the European federations began to coalesce economically they were in a way playing out the next step in the political evolution of the world. A federation of mature federations engaged in the tumultuous rebalancing of the real power; money and the perception of opportunity. Therefore, when the "Anschluss" of the political systems began, as a means for facilitating crisis displacement between the social, economic, and political systems, the explosive potential of the changes was mitigated.

If the Europeans can come up with a working model for the interaction of fully federated nation states then we could have a genuine new paradigm for supranational government functioning legislatively with executive oversight across national and , more importantly, cultural boundaries. The entire world is relying on the Europeans to make the most of their experiment. There is a magnificent opportunity here which should not be lost, so you knuckleheads don't screw it up.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Last minute opening gig

Tonight at Main St Cafe, N. Easton, MA I'll be opening for Mike Kelleher.
Main St. North Easton, MA.

That's it!

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Eamonn Fitzgerald's Rainy Day: Kettle's on; Turkey's done!

Eamonn Fitzgerald's Rainy Day: Kettle's on; Turkey's done!

And here's another post . . .

Dutch Dump Euro Dreams?

But first . . .

The Dutch just added another blow to the European Union constitution. First in all matters of nay-saying and recalcitrance were of course the French.

(The French! says the Citizen. Set of Dancing Masters!)

I am following this with great interest because of the great historic drama of it all. Will Europe unite? Equal or surpass America? Become the new bastion of progressive humanity? Ban Big Mac's from Bologne to Barthelona?

First the French and now the Dutch have put the nix for now on such expansive dreams. In fact:
"Europe no longer inspires people to dream," [according to]Luxembourg Prime Minister and current EU president Jean-Claude Juncker after Dutch voters rejected the charter by a margin of 62 to 38 percent.

It seems that while many European leaders have a proper sense of historical sweep, with their own names no doubt borne loftily along the historic wind, the citizens of Europe aren't so sure any longer, at least for the moment. Little things like hordes of Turks migrating to little Luxembourg gives them pause. How horribly complex and unidealistic.

--I vaguely remember the Four Downfalls of the Roman Empire (and no, decadence was not one of them) from my BA History undergraduate days: Inflation, Taxes, Migration, and, er, the other one (not decadence). Thank you Dr. Clarke!--

But despite such down-in-the-face Euromen as Juncker, the like of the Christian Science Monitor is still positive on E.U. progress, as Peter Ford reports, "Reports of the European Union's death are greatly exaggerated."

[great interest/great drama, little things/little Luxembourg, reports/reports--I'm having a redundancy redundancy problem today.]

Eamonn FitzGerald is likewise unworried at his site, Eamonn FitzGerald's Rainy Day. In addition to appropriate skepticism over the EU's unravelling, he reminisces about those "heady $2.40 dollars to the pound" days of the 70's and early 80's. Ah yes, it warms my heart to recall having my money cut in more than (less than?) half every summer holiday!

Meanwhile, many Brits are no doubt laughing up their tweed sleeves, but the Irish know the real value of Union. Guilty of occasional outburts of xenophobia themselves, the Irish have to consider the ol' EEC an unmitigated economic success. The sudden and dramatic explosion of better income, better roads, and of course more and better bypasses(!) attest to this.

Ironically, I have only just begun The United States Of Europe: The New Superpower and the End of American Supremacy, by T.R. Read. Interesting, but perhaps reports of America's demise are greatly exaggerated?

Tortola: Snubbery in Paradise

Tortola in the British Virgin Islands is a paradise. Perennially 85 and sunny. Rain sudden and brief at dawn and dusk. Lush verdant mountains and heady perfumed evenings. Captivating sunset skies filled with the Sahara Dust. Full moon craziness at world-famous Bomba's. Dizzying Pusser's Rum Painkillers. Pusser's Painkillers . . . mmmm, Painkillers. (To paraphrase Homer, Does rum count as beer?)

Silly drunken dancing aging white yachties. Snubbing hostile locals . . . mmmm, hostile locals.

Waydaminute. Let's backtrack.

Aside from setting, the indifference , let us say charitably, of the locals struck my wife and I with palpable emotional force. It is one of the most indellible impressions of our trip.

Since of course cultural interactions are always on this blogger's mind, I've considered it a lot both during and after our stay, and yes even
Googled it. Rudeness Tortola.

In the next few entries I'd like to describe some incidents of culture clash, offer some incredibly inciteful explanations, have a little fun with providing The Real Rough Guide to Tortola, and remind myself and you before I get accused of cultural insensitivity that Tortola is a pretty fun (and very safe), gorgeous place, and I do not intend to mistake a few creaky trees for the forest. I am meself creaky at times, especially with shoddy Ferry operators who drop us at Red Hook when they said they would drop us at Charlotte Amelie (but I digress.)

Oh, and post more pictures.