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Community is that place ("commune") where people, as authentic and equal individuals, develop shared symbolic values and meaning between each other ("culture"). This can be contrasted with those activities which are dominated by the system of politics and money where efficiency, effectiveness, solutions, and hierarchy are the order of the day. A rather impressive comparison between the two has been put together by a children's disability group and most of the content is hard to fault. I will mention that systems get things done, whereas communities tend to provide a means to understanding. As a result, community must come first; solutions without understanding are robotic - and dangerous. Although I will mention that there are toxic communities (and, as a result, toxic systems), those that set themselves up in opposition to other communities, the famous in-group versus out-group division. Neurology suggests there is an innate tendency for the brain to divide people into "us and them" with all the inevitable consequences, and divisive opportunities for weaponisation and ultimate dehumanisation of "the other" - sometimes to the point of war and genocide. Removing toxicity and division in communities, and thus also the systems that depend on them, should be a priority for those who want a better world.

A few nights ago I went to the campaign launch of the new Labor candidate for Albert Park, Nina Taylor, at the Middle Park Bowls club. The beautiful old club building has a long history, including the small fact that one of the early presidents was also the first Labor Premier of Victoria, George Elmslie. There were several state and federal MPs, past and current present among some 250 people who attended the evening, enthusiastic and passionate about the continuing commitment to getting things done in health, education, and infrastructure (to "to make and unmake social conditions", as George Ryan once evocatively said). Now it must be said that political elections are competitive and therefore inevitably include a degree of toxicity, and goodness knows I've seen plenty of that in my time. It is with this in mind that I find myself an advocate for proportional representation, not just in voting (I prefer the Jefferson-D'Hondt method) but also in governance itself (such as the Swiss "Konkordanzsystem") where power is shared proportionally to the share of votes with a principle of collegiality ("Kollegialitätsprinzip").

The second community event I attended was a Southbank 3006 meeting at the Horizon Club, which I learned had come from members of the local resident's association that were more interested in events rather than advocacy. Both are valuable and necessary of course. Southbank does have its own interesting demographics; more than 20% younger than the national average, 40% less married, more than double the percentage with tertiary degrees, five times the number of people with Chinese ancestry, seven times the number of Mandarin speakers, less than half of the national average born in Australia, 50% more with explicitly no religion, 50% greater in personal income, more professionals, and so forth. It is good to see a genuine attempt to build community in this largely vertical suburb (98% of residences are apartments) and will be sure to attend many more events organised by this group. One particular and unexpected joy, however, was meeting a dear old friend Liz J., whom I had lost contact with over 20 years ago! I don't think one could ask for a more serendipitous encounter at a community meeting. But that's how it works.
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The highlight of the weekend was venturing out of germy Melbourne for a day trip in Bendigo. Although a mere two hours by train it is well over twenty years since I have been to said town, and that was for parliamentary work. Like its larger regional sibling, Ballarat, Bendigo was originally a gold mining town and now has a modest manufacturing, finance, and regional service base. It's an attractive place with plentiful Victorian-era buildings and parklands, and surrounded by rather lovely natural forest. The primary purpose of my journey however was to visit [personal profile] lebens_art9, a Scottish medic whose prankster and cheery exterior hides the deep commitment of a traveling healer. Currently in Bendigo for several months to carry out coronavirus vaccinations, lebens_art9 has previously been working in remote communities and refugee health. She basically lives out of a suitcase, like Paul Erdős, with whatever accommodation that the current service provider offers. It is really people like these that are the dedicated backbone of virtuous projects. Anyway, even such people with their quiet achievements have a day off, and in their company I spent the day, visiting the Great Stupa of Universal Compassion, collecting their highly-educated friend Anne from the airport, and cooking dinner for the pair in preference to visiting a restaurant. It certainly made for a more convivial conversational environment and there is not much more than one can wish from life than good company and good conversation.

The Stupa and surrounds are well worth commentary. Whilst still in construction it is the home of the first Tibetan Buddhist monastery to be established in Australia and is associated with the Foundation for the Preservation of the Mahayana Tradition (FPMT). Of popular note is the four-tonne jade Buddha, apparently the largest of its type. However, like other visits to Buddhist sites (an important exception being Borobudur), I found myself less, rather than more, inclined towards the religion. My naturalistic pantheism led me to feel that the forested surroundings were more my temple than the stupa itself. On reflection, I also find the behaviour of many self-proclaimed Buddhists rather at odds at what the teachings would suggest, rather like many self-proclaimed Christians, I suppose, especially including our Prime Minister. I am perplexed by Buddhists who chow down on the flesh of animals without concern or interpret non-attachment to a harmful indifference to others. In this context that I must mention Thích Nhất Hạnh's "engaged Buddhism" to the most valuable; a detachment from things, matched with a compassionate engagement with sentient beings. I am again especially thankful to [livejournal.com profile] strang_er for introducing me to this body of thought.

The train trip home is also worthy of mention. I was invited by a lass who was celebrating her eighteenth birthday to join her semi-inebriated and slightly boisterous group of friends as they made their way for a big night out. Playing the role of the cool aged punk-rock uncle among such youngsters was easy as they regaled tales of slight legal infractions, their fondness of marijuana, same-sex experimentations, etc. One sassy lass insisted on a couple of photos. There is a certain charm in the vibrancy and optimism of the female of the species at that age that I find is lacking in most males of equivalent age, probably victims of their own hormones and socialization. Still, as they departed in good spirits my mind sadly turned to remember the working-class girls in the great longitudinal sociology "Up" series, so lively and forward-looking as they entered their youth, their enthusiasms quickly dulled as they encountered the twin weights of the class system and patriarchal structures. Whilst I probably will never see them again, I dearly hope that they can overcome these unjust barriers.
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Have been struggling for a few days with an article that I'm planning to submit to the Journal of Evolution and Technology. My working hypothesis takes aim the classic sociological arguments of Marx and Weber who, respectively, argued that the transformation from feudalism to capitalism (or traditional to modern society, if you like) was due to either changes in the productive forces or changes to the mode of consciousness. This 'chicken-or-egg' scenario has been part of a debate within social theory for the better part of a hundred years. My preferred option, which combines both, is that it was specifically the introduction of movable type press with an alphabetic script that initiated the successful change. My argument is reformative heresies would not be able to spread without these conditions, and that other technologies (seafaring, gunpowder etc) were either not unique nor critical for the social transformation. I am very interested in alternative ideas that readers may have on this matter.

Thursday night was a session of Masks of Nyarlathotep where the PCs made use of one of the plot exploits in the game, using a medium character to summon back the spirit of the McGuffin character, Jackson Elias, in a seance scene which included some revelation of what was being planned (the opening of the gate), when it was going to happen (the solar eclipse), and where (Kenya, Australia, and China). Turning the volume up to eleven in the HeroQuest Glorantha pbem game, the Red Moon has disappeared (and Harajallenburg has been taken over by drunk trollkin). I am also in the process of putting up a great number of GURPS books up for sale on the RPG Review store for those interested in that game system and will be submitting reviews for two books I received and read this week Never Unprepared and Odyessey. My initial thoughts is they are useful, but surprisingly (given that they make a point of an author being experienced in the field) lack as much project management input as I thought would be present.

Daniel Keyes, author of Flowers for Algernon, has recently died. I found myself quite affected by this, and found myself engaging in some soul-searching for the reasons. Flowers is, of course, quite a brilliant short-story and book in that genre of "contemporary science fiction". It is extremely well-written in its relevant style, and with great secondary thematic content and claims for people with an interest in artificial intelligence, neurology, and education (artificially-induced intelligence deteriorates at a rate of time directly proportional to the quantity of the increase). There is an obvious appeal for rodent fanciers as well; as a youngster shortly before I first read the story, I had pet mice, as an adult I have graduated from mus minimus to mus maximus. What is especially moving however about the story is that despite the rise and fall of Charlie Gordon's intelligence is that he remains a well-meaning, kind, and good person. The story is a reminder of humility for those who are intelligent, and an appeal to use one's intellect for good. If Charlie Gordon can be a good person what the hell is stopping you? That is, to me, the real genuis in the tale. PS: please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard

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