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It's been a while since we've done a full code push rather than just hotfixes for bugs, so we are well overdue! Depending on availability, we're aiming to do one sometime soon; we'll let you know specifics once we've worked out good timing for everyone who needs to be available.

However! The reason it's been so long is we kept trying to get some of the stuff that's pending to "really finished" instead of just "mostly finished", and then we once again looked around and went "oh no, this is a really big code push with a lot of changes". Those make us nervous, because while we do a lot of testing ourselves, y'all are really creative in how you use the site and we inevitably find a bunch of edge cases when we let you loose on new code with your real-world data!

So, if folks have some spare time in the next few days, it would be a huge help if you could spend half an hour or so using the site the same way you normally do but with the "Site-Wide Canary" beta features flag turned on. Canary mode is a sort of "live testing" mode: it's your real data, but running the most up-to-date code.

Canary mode always does have a few glitches -- there may be missing text strings or errors about missing database properties, which is a limitation of how we run it. We don't need to know about those, but anything else weird that you run into, leave a comment with what you were trying to do and the error message you got.

I'll repeat that the "here be dragons" caution that's on the beta features page: some things may be broken, so don't use it for when you're doing something important. But a few more eyeballs on it before the push will help the push go more smoothly for everyone.

For folks who want to concentrate on what's changing, we haven't finished the second code tour of what's going to be in this push, but the ffirst one has a good chunk of what's going to be going live. (We'll get the second half done ASAP!)
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We live in a time of rapid change and uncertainty. The 50 year failure of the environmental movement has left us with a tangle of interconnected problems. Ecosystem destruction;  freakishly high levels of pollution of the land the water and the atmosphere; and resource depletion combine to create a looming crisis of epic proportions. We are faced with increasing political and economic instability and it’s clear that there will be no large scale co-ordinated efforts to address any of it.

 

This blog is about what we can do, as ordinary people in families and small groups, to create lives worth living; to build a future worth having; and to be a force for renewal and regeneration in our much depleted world. 

It is almost impossible to write about information without making reference to the internet and the information age. Ironically we may have already passed peak information. The rise of LLM’s (AI) and the era of Deep Fakes means that much of the “information” available to us must be viewed with skepticism. The info-sphere is filled with drama and click bait. Mis-, dis-, and mal-information. (aka inaccuracies; lies and propaganda; and truth inconvenient to the authorities) has made sorting out what’s real and worth our attention difficult.

 

While the internet remains a useful tool (the sheer volume of people making content on various internet platforms make it possible to learn skill or find out anything about anything), what concerns us here is how information can be understood in the context of systems and systems thinking. More specifically, how we can use an understanding of the movement of information to maximize our ability to navigate an uncertain future.

 

This is the third post on Practicing Systems Thinking. Whole systems are made up of Energy, Matter, and Information. Each of these has a different pattern of movement and depletion. Tracing the flows of each is essential to developing an understanding what is happening in the system. Understanding how they move makes it possible to catch and store resources and make the best possible use of them.

 

Information is a key limiting factor in all systems. It is also the most perishable. Information moves erratically and is easily lost or corrupted. Good accurate information is essential to the success of any project.  Lack of information or misinformation can have severe negative consequences in decision making or system design.

 

First a distinction must be made between “data” and “information.” The difference is meaning and intention. Data can provide information if you can interpret it. It’s meaningless without context and significance. Intention is what gives it both.  

 

If you are walking through an unfamiliar neighbourhood the street signs and landmarks are information. As you look around your brain will scan the trees and shrubs on the boulevards, the houses, and the landscapes around them searching for anything unusual to mark the territory. Most of what you see will not register. The plants themselves, as well as birds, the clouds in the sky, and other animals roaming the area are irrelevant “noise.”  

 

If you are walking through the same neighbourhood with a bag in your hand and an urban foraging guide in your pocket, the plants in the landscape will have your full attention. The houses, streets signs, and random creatures all recede into the background. Your brain automatically filters out and ignores irrelevant data so you can focus on what matters. 

 

The difference between information and data is intention. 

 

The second point is that information is fragile. It is easily lost if not used and easily corrupted if not preserved and carefully passed on. 

 

There was a time when anyone over the age of 11 could read a clock face and count out change. Now counting out change is unheard of and many young adults have never learn to tell time other than digitally. These skills are not important but the same story can be told about many once common skills. Try finding your way around without GPS or Google Maps. Or predicting the weather without checking your phone.*

 

Preserving information has always been an essential aspect of the development of human societies. Written languages have been developed many times and in many places around the world and non-literate cultures take passing on information very seriously. In “The Memory Code” Lynne Kelly documents the many traditional practices and memory aid technologies used by Australian cultures and shows how widespread these thing were throughout the ancient world.

 

As modern people we have a wealth of information at our fingertips.** The problem is our information storage system is the most fragile ever created. “The Cloud,” is a fantastically inaccurate description of an enormous network of very solid and massive data centres.

 

The system is incredibly complicated; relies on multiple redundancies at every stage of the process to maintain data; and has an insatiable appetite. Data centres in the US alone consume energy(168 billion kWh annually), materials (228 kt/year to produce components ), and water(100–200 billion gallons per year) at an phenomenal rate. 

 

The tech bros and political elites will probably do their best to keep the it running as long as possible but it’s very likely that the easy access we enjoy today will be an early casualty of the long descent.*** 

 

Right now because we are still in the process of discarding the most recent ways of storing information the thrift stores and charity shops are full of books on any kind of hobby or practical skill you can imagine. Collecting books strategically is well worth considering. Books on practical skills like cooking, gardening, and doing repairs as well as books on ecology, weather guides and field guides to your local ecosystem, etc should top your list. 

 

More importantly you may want to consider training your brain to store and retain information. According to Kelly’s most recent book The Knowledge Gene, one of our most unique human traits is our ability to encode information. For over 70,000 years**** people all over the world have used our uniquely human skills in music, art, spatial abilities, story and performance to store and convey knowledge.

 

Electronic data is effervescent; books and paper burn and decompose; clay tablets crumble; stone cracks, breaks, and is eroded by wind and water. Yet the Kalamath people in Oregon tell a story about the clash of the gods that created Crater Lake that contains accurate descriptions of geological events nearly 8,000 years old. Oral stories kept by Australian cultures describe the ocean level rise that goes back to the end of the last ice age. 

 

Ironically, art, music, and story telling, our most ancient art forms, are the most durable way to store information.

 

*These are vital survival skills for non-industrial people. Before computers street and road maps were readily available in gas stations and convenience stores and asking strangers for directions was commonplace.

 

**Finding information has never been easier. Sorting it, understanding it, determining its accuracy is another story. 

 

***If you doubt this you may want to think deeply about the meaning of “sustainable.”

**** The actual genetic mutation that makes this possible may go back as far as 600,000 years.

oldster marxist (sorta) on aging

May. 28th, 2026 08:31 am
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 2019 leaf
A leaf from 2019
 

 


 

Sometimes it is difficult for me to take younglings too seriously.  In my youth, I always landed on the never-never land between the prole and the bourgeois.   So obviously I have mixed feelings about what is a right and what is a privilege.  Until recently I was concerned about this and spent a bit of time trying to reconcile the contradictions in my worldview (with moderate success).

How this reconciliation came about is to drop the idea that I could have more and replace it with the idea that I could have enough.  But that kind of thing is kind of hard to do here in the land ‘o the free because somehow we have decided that a lifestyle that is sold to us in an unceasing barrage by the government and business is the minimum that is acceptable.   

Now that I am old and have worked my way past the career/kids/surburbia treadmill and have landed in the genteel poverty of a retired social security pensioner (just so you understand, according to the State of Oregon, I am considered "very low income"), I have the luxury of looking back and realizing that my commie wanna be persona was completely overwhelmed by my civilizational induced need for “more”.   But that is the way she goes, and I am not ashamed.

Let's talk for a while about the nature of “poverty” here in America.  My favorite statistic is the “homeless crisis”.  The best numbers that I can come up with is that 0.23% of the total American populace is homeless.  28% of that 0.23% (0.0644% or ≅216,000) reside in sunny and warm California.  Best guess for Wyoming is around 500 and most of them are on the way somewhere else (winter in Wyoming doesn’t mess around).

Now you are probably wondering where I am going with this.  What I am saying is that I am thinking that the “war on poverty” just might well be won.  Look, just because you don’t have the lifestyle of a 1950’s college educated middle manager does not mean you are poor.  What we are experiencing here is an unrealistic inflation of expectations and what we should own. Why I say this is because I lead a damn fine life being very low income.

When less than one percent of the population is “homeless”, well, in my view of things, society is doing well.  It seems that helping the homeless is a pretty good gig because staff salaries usually eat up between 40-80% of the money coming in.

I tend to look at the homeless problem not so much as a “those poor people are going to die” but as an enshrinement of guilt by a population that cannot understand why “those people” don’t want to live like a fine, upstanding American bourgeoisie.  

A subject of contention

May. 27th, 2026 08:10 am
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I am beginning to think that the solutions to the homeless problems are worse than the homeless problem

Best I can figure a lot of money is being spent  

Laziness and Ennui

May. 26th, 2026 09:33 am
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Lotus, Summer Palace, Beijing

 


 

I just really haven't been all that interested in writing lately.  I think that I would be content with a simple "through the glass, darkly", but even that doesn't seem to be available right now.  I suppose that lack might be at the core of my recent, abortive attempt at understanding the Tarot, but I came to the probably premature conclusion that I didn’t have the time left me to be able to plow through the intricacies and get enough of an understanding to be able to see forward in an accurate and useful manner.

I think that one of the issues that guide this lack of effort/interest is my forever detested and usually unsuccessful tendency to try and cram the events currently besetting us into a model that was described by “historians” of the past.  Even worse, I have a marked tendency to look farther back than is actually useful in any manner.  

Even worse, reading things like “histories”, when you stand back and look at the output of “historians” you start realizing that the simplification and anthropomorphism (you gotta call it that, when treating the action of societies using the psychology of an individual) you start questioning the “explanations” of the historians.  

Somehow though, these explanations give folks the idea that the results can be reproduced/prognosticated if we just follow the cookbook provided by the hoary tomes of the past.  I am trying to pull away from that simplistic and wrong attitude, but it is a lot harder than it seems.

I am currently working on a different idea. I suppose that the idea comes out of my current re-read (after a couple of decades) of Isaac Asimov’s “Foundation” series.  I figure that this could possibly be at least as wrong-headed and incorrect as reading the turgid prose of “historians” or “non-fiction writing” but I think that the process will amuse me.

I am not being specific here, but my base theory is that every two hundred years or so, the world as a whole begins shitting itself.  The problems during these lovely periods kinda build up to a crescendo and the world purges itself of the peculiar to that time contradictions. These are unpleasant periods when things change and something new comes in to “save the world”.

I am currently amused by the 200-year repetitions.  1250(ish) to 1450(ish) to 1650(ish) to 1850(ish) and now we are about twenty years away from the next shitstorm if this half-assed theory has anything to do with it.

I am running with this because I am thinking that (a) something better might come out of it and (b) I will be well into my long sleep by then.  I suppose that I have never thought of “copping out” as anything other than a venial sin of omission…….it isn’t the first one I have had to deal with.


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The Mandibles: A Family 2029-2047 was published in 2016 and is a scathing satire of current events. The Mandibles is about one extended family's journey through the collapse of the American petrodollar and how they adjust (or do not manage to adjust) to reduced living circumstances. Various family members in the Mandible clan are counting on inherited wealth via the death of their old grandpa when the rug is pulled out from underneath the American economy in the fateful year 2029, 100 years later than the Great Crash of 1929 that set off the Great Depression. The dollar, now worthless, is replaced by a currency called the bancor from which Americans are vengefully excluded. Inflation and money printing leads regular Americans down the garden path trod by Weimar Germans and millennial Argentinians.

In the second chapter of The Mandibles, Florence, the lower-middle class granddaughter of the Mandible clan is on the (video) phone with her well-to-do sister, Avery. In this conversation, we are introduced to Avery and her family. Florence, as we saw in Chapter 1, is a bit of a black sheep, having chosen to live in what Avery considers a slum with her common law husband, Esteban and a young son she had from a one night stand before she met Esteban named Will. Avery, of whom it is directly implied got the good looks in the family, is married to Lowell, a professor of economics at Georgetown. For those not in the know, Georgetown University is -- in real life and the novel -- a prestigious Boston school. Lowell is a tenured professor there, which means that Avery and their children have never worried about money or making ends meet a day in their lives. Avery speaks to Florence, who is doing the dishes, while reclining on her posh furniture in her beautifully-decorated living room. She gloats to herself about clearing out her collection of old books, smugly delighting in her virtual library and dismissing paper books as junk. We learn that she is a self-styled therapist with a coterie of clients, most of whom are elderly. Avery has three high school age kids: two sons named after search engines, nerdy Goog and Bing, and a promiscuous daughter, Savannah.

The women discuss their brother, Jarred, who has recently bought a small farm and named it the Citadel. Though neither of the sisters saw it coming, their brother, who until age 35 has lived at home and been a college dropout and general failure at life, has gone full doomsday prepper. They gawk at the idea of him doing subsistence farming in upstate New York, wondering how on earth he will ever manage it.

The subject of conversation changes to the US changing its country code to 2 before the area code, which is Shriver's subtle way of bringing the focus back to collapse. The US is no longer Number 1, and Avery quietly resents this symbolic alteration while Florence errs on the side of thinking it is a benevolent change. Meanwhile, upon learning that the spigots have been turned off in her neighborhood for an indefinite period of time called a "dry out", Florence sends Esteban and Will to get bottled water. Of course in Avery's elegant quarter of Boston, the taps never run dry.

Lowell arrives home, all but demanding Avery get off the phone with her sister. He worries aloud about news of the collapse of the dollar in Europe and the bond market doing sketchy stuff. He and Avery discuss Lowell's colleague at Georgetown, Vandermire, who has been predicting apocalyptic collapse for years and who seems perversely gleeful that it has finally arrived, despite being in a poor position to celebrate if collapse goes down.

He wakes up in the morning to go to work and there are ominous signs that Vandermire's lurid fantasies of collapse could be blooming into reality this time, and that collapse seems to be directly gunning for him and his family.

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I feel like we have all worried our entire lives about the collapse that many of us see as baked into the cake, where the tremendous debts that have been racked up by the American government come home to roost. We have all been taught to live provisionally in some way, and only elites like Avery and her family have been able to relax all this time while enjoying the best life has to offer. Yet it's not Avery's level of money or comfort I envy; it's the privilege of never worrying about what on earth you're going to do if the car breaks or the furnace peters out. For I like to tell myself a tale that if I had the amount of wealth Avery and Lowell possess in the novel, I would spend it more wisely. I suppose I have been somewhat wise, far more like Florence. Yes, spoiler alert, Avery and her posh family are about to be taken down several notches, both where economics and pride are concerned.

Though I don't own my home outright like Florence, it is the smallest, cheapest mortgage on the block because the house is teeny-tiny and old. Like Florence, the neighborhood is decidedly lower middle class. We bought the house in such a state of extreme disrepair (it was the only mortgage for which we could qualify) that it would not be livable if my husband was not hyper-competent at all things building. That said, I don't see myself as doing "great" in a true catastrophic collapse, nor would I want to if all my neighbors were suffering more than I was.

The contrast between the way Avery lives compared to her sister Florence is glaring, yet Florence does not seem unhappy. Avery is happy as well, but her happiness is smugness, a fragile state that could topple like a house of cards at any time. In one telling paragraph, we begin to see the chinks in Avery's armor as she rants to Florence about a certain type of doomer thinking that pisses her off:

"But I see the same thing in my elderly clients all the time. They have different obsessions, of course, we're about to run out of water, or run out of food, or run out of energy. The economy's on the brink of disaster and their 401(k)s will turn into pumpkins. But in truth they're afraid of dying. And because when you die, the world dies, too, at least for you, they assume the world will die for everybody. It's a failure of imagination, in a way -- an inability to conceive of the universe without you in it. That's why old people get apocalyptic: they're facing apocalypse, and that part, the private apocalypse, is real. So the closer their personal oblivion gets, the more certain geriatrics project impending doom on their surroundings. Also, there's almost a spitefulness, sometimes, I wear, for some of those bilious Chicken Littles, imminent Armageddon isn't a fear but a fantasy. Like they want the entire planet to implode into a giant black hole. Because if they can't have their martinis on the porch anymore then nobody else should get to sip one. They want to take everything with them--down to the olives and the toothpicks. But actually, everything's fine. Life, and civilization, and the United States, are all going to go on and on , and that's really what they can't stand."
How much do you personally think about collapse, and have you centered your life around the possibility of collapse? Has this caused problems in your life? What wins do you think you might have achieved from prepping, if any?

What will you do if it real collapse happens and you are thrust into Weimar Germany conditions? What if that never happens? What will you do if the US or whatever country you are in goes on like the proverbial blister in the sun?

Magic Monday

May. 24th, 2026 10:16 pm
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my brother in samsaraIt's a little before midnight and so it's time to launch a new Magic Monday. Ask me anything about occultism, and with certain exceptions noted below, any question received by midnight Monday Eastern time will get an answer. Please note:  Any question or comment received after that point will not get an answer, and in fact will not be put through.  If you're in a hurry, or suspect you may be the 341,928th person to ask a question, please check out the very rough version 1.3 of The Magic Monday FAQ here

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I will not be putting through or answering any more questions about practicing magic around children. I've answered those in simple declarative sentences in the FAQ. If you read the FAQ and don't think your question has been answered, read it again. If that doesn't help, consider remedial reading classes; yes, it really is as simple and straightforward as the FAQ says.  And further:  I've decided that questions about getting goodies from spirits are also permanently off topic here. The point of occultism is to develop your own capacities, not to try to bully or wheedle other beings into doing things for you. I've discussed this in a post on my blog.

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