Travel piece: Hike in the Tien Shan mountains
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fashioning a sunhatWe left Saturday morning for a 4-day hike. Because of the growing problem of bandits in the mountains, Sasha decided to start from the mountains nearest to Tashkent which start from a Tajik village (all villages near or in the mountains are populated by either Tajik or Kazakh) called Nevichu, avoiding check points by taking back roads. Sasha’s wife, Oksana, (whom I met on the plane from New York to Tashkent when she conned me into taking one of her 50-lb. bags to avoid extra baggage charges) saw Sasha, their son, Dima, and myself off, agreeing to meet us 5 days later in Gazalkent.

The plan was to skirt the Chatkal nature sanctuary, following the Chatkal ridge, and spend the next 4 days at 3000 meters, including two peaks at 3300. Rather ambitious, as it turned out.

We set out, gung-ho, climbing the treeless ridge, raising clouds of yellow dust, and leaving the few day-tourists behind. Soon we were skirting the various peaks as we moved gradually up the massive ridge. We came upon a shepherd, some evidence of former geological surveying from Soviet times (all such luxuries stopped abruptly with independence), and were attacked by hordes of butterflies. Some canned salmon provided a late lunch and we proceeded for another few hours, finally calling a halt on a beautiful mountain meadow. Water was urgently needed, but Sasha insisted that all the greenery indicated that somewhere below there should be a spring. He and Dima set out, leaving me as guard dog, which suited me fine as I was exhausted. Ah, indulging in a fag and a sip of vodka with 360 degree of heaven around! I promptly snoozed off. That few minutes was to be much more successful than my desperate attempts that night to sleep. I had forgotten the travails of tent-sleeping, and that night I was downhill of Dima and (snoring) Sasha, with my head lower than my feet. I actually had an attack of claustrophobia after trying to meditate myself to sleep for several hours and ended up crouched in a ball at their feet the rest of the night, finally nodding off in the wee hours of the morning.

The second day (by the way, glorious sunshine the entire time) was more of the same, though nothing is ever quite the same in the mountains. Each second, each breath (especially in the spring), each step is an event. We happened on cold springs, lots of wild rhubarb which we sucked and chewed at, eagles soaring curiously, until, rounding one bend and descending rather more than we expected, the trail petered out. We scouted around and found a hunter’s lean-to. We eventually found what we assumed to be the path marked on Sasha’s surveyor’s map and followed it around and up a steep ridge, but at the top, it finally gave out for good. It turned out we were on the wrong side of the Great Takosy mountain peak, and we realized we would now have to climb right up the peak and down the other side to find the real path, as the incline on either side was too severe.

Without a path at these heights, heaven becomes hell! It was already 4:30, and we were quite exhausted, so we pitched camp on the narrow ridge top, scraped up some twigs and rationed our meager water supply, allowing ourselves only tea, corned beef and bread, leavened by a shot of vodka for Sasha and me. I spread out my sleeping bag on a rocky lounge chair and started Durrel’s Balthazar. However, the prospect of climbing this imposing peak (sans path) and what was shaping up as a grueling and rather dangerous trudge at these unforgiving heights weighed me down and with nothing better to do, I joined the heavy sleepers. Another night of tossing and turning, listening to the wind rise and fall, beating off Dima’s elbow or head (I apparently make a good pillow).

After a few winks, the sun came up and soon made our tent a high-altitude oven. Even bleary I was glad to get out. We had more tea and corned beef (ugh) and started our uncharted climb. Real mountaineering - hugging outcroppings, grabbing branches, puffing away. Finally we were on top. Wow! Even the snow-capped Pamirs in Tajikistan were visible. And we found the path on the other side, a narrow thread a 100 meters down, and gratefully joined it. How much difference a 6 inch sliver of path makes on an otherwise almost sheer drop. Rounding a curve, there were snow banks. I suggested we fill our bottles with the albeit slightly dirty snow just in case (springs are few and far between at these heights). Sasha wasn’t interested, so we continued on, descending to another link in the ridge.

At a rest stop suddenly two brown, short-haired mountain goats appeared, clearly startled by this new breed of mountain goat, and hopped gracefully down the slopes leaving their two-footed cousins to marvel at their pas de deux. As they rushed away, Sasha announced that due to lack of water we would change our route, descending into the nature sanctuary to certain water below, and following the river back to Nevichu, though it is strictly forbidden to hike in the sanctuary. We had lost half a day after losing the path and the original route now seemed too ambitious, involving reaching another peak of over 3000 meters that day. Dima had been dragging his feet a bit, and Sasha, at 80 kgs needed lots of water. I demurred though I dreaded the descent through bushes and water rushes without a path and the hike along a river for miles without a path. That’s not fun, jumping from rock to rock, constantly risking twisting your ankle (which I have done 3 times), maneuvering down steep canyons where waterfalls can make your way impassable. And all in a forbidden sanctuary (the politically correct Greenpeacer in me protesting).

So this, the third day, turned out to be a bit of a nightmare. Sasha drove us hard from dawn till dusk. Having started at 7:00 am by scaling Great Takosy, we now were sliding and stumbling down to the river, and then crossing it back and forth a hundred times, crashing through underbrush, slipping around waterfalls (my pack descending a 5-meter waterfall without me, soaking the macaroni and candies). We finally reached signs of human encampment (the dreaded inspectors), and gratefully followed their horse trail, which no less frequently crisscrossed the river, but saved us the need to debate where we could navigate and where we couldn’t. A horse trail differs from a human trail in that horses don’t need to jump from rock to rock, but willingly get their hooves wet. So we resigned ourselves to squishy feet from mid-afternoon on. By 6:30 we finally collapsed at what turned out to be a beautiful campsite. In fact the whole day was full of spectacular scenery, canyons, waterfalls, lush mountain greenery, crystal clear mountain water everywhere. Paraphrasing the old adage: water, water, everywhere, and all of it potable.

I pulled out the chocolate, poured Sasha and myself the last of the vodka, and praised the Lord that we were all still in one piece, physically and as a group. In fact, the sleepless nights, and Sasha and Dima’s habit of throwing away cans and even abandoning plastic bottles (damn those disposable 1.5 liter bottles - may Coke&Co rot in hell) were getting on my nerves. (To be fair I should really do a Roshamon and get their side of the story). However, we were in this together, and despite the snoring and trash, Sasha clearly loved nature in his own way. And I was sooo tired at this point, that after a few chapters of Balthazar I was able to get to sleep with only a few hours of tossing and turning, and lasted most of the night. Hurrah!

We continued on the horse trail, both loving the inspectors for having maintained it, and dreading meeting them and finding out the consequences of our violating the sanctuary. The trail soon climbed the valley walls and we had dozens of spectacular views of the canyon below and the ridges above. We saw wild boars, traces on the trail of bears. Dima had an altercation with a tarantula which made feints at him as he walked past; no doubt it was guarding its nest. There were frequent springs and cool glades to rest under between the bouts hiking up and down in the intense desert sun. Sasha sensibly had us wear our T-shirts under our caps to keep the sun off our heads, ears and necks. That was essential to prevent sun-stroke, as I now realize.

All the time, we saw lots of horse droppings, recent campfires, finally a destroyed lean-to. Rounding one bend, there they were - the dreaded mountain police. In fact, they were two Tajik locals from Nevichu, who very politely showed us their documents and shook hands. The leader, Zhora, as he introduced himself with a Russian diminutive, put his hand on his heart, in the delightful Muslim tradition to show respect, and proceeded to explain that this was a sanctuary, etc., etc. He was short but athletic, missing a few teeth with a few others capped in gold, but with the traditional Tajik flashing eyes and well-shaped face. I thought Sasha was quite cool, even a bit rude, explaining that we got lost and didn’t realize etc., etc.

Zhora: Can you show me a document? [everyone must be ready to do this in this part of the world]

Sasha: I don’t have any documents with me. I’m nobody. I don’t work now. I hike often in these parts and I know half the village of Nevichu, so don’t try to push me around.

Zhora (surprisingly polite, considering what militia are like here): By law we should search and confiscate all your belongings, take you back to the station and issue a fine which you will have to pay in Parkent [the town nearest the sanctuary].

As they stared each other down, Inspector #2 (half-heartedly to me): Please show me your document.

I decided I should play the cop-good to Sasha’s bad-cop (or rather defendant) and willingly pulled out my passport. Inspector #2 looked at it, first this way and then that way, not sure what to make of it. Zhora pulled out his forms for the fine and thrust a notebook into Sasha’s hands, instructing him to put in writing how we happened to be there.

Meanwhile, I struck up a conversation with Inspector #2.

Eric: What are you doing here today?

#2: We have been instructed to destroy the lean-tos. You know about the Wahibisti bandits in the mountains. It’s getting more dangerous. That’s why we must be strict about people being here without authorization.

Eric: What is the sanctuary for?

#2: It was founded in 1947 to preserve as much of the natural habit as it was before. Recently there was a conference with Germans here to see it. There is no hunting or tourism.

It crossed my mind that I rather approved of keeping garbage-throwing tourists and hunters out. Sasha later pooh-poohed these high-flown words of #2: You want a wild boar? Give him a hundred bucks and he’ll be delighted to hunt one down and give you. People here quietly go about hunting in the sanctuary because they don’t have enough to eat.

The upshot was that Zhora wrote out my name and address, declined to seize or even search our things (“That would just be a headache for us both”) and told Sasha he should pay the fine to the office, “maybe in Tashkent - I’ll explain to my boss.” Surprisingly, there was no hint that they wanted a bribe, which I would have been glad to pay, to put paid to the matter. In fact, Zhora said, “I need to show my boss I’m catching violators.” Such a nice change from the despicable cops in Tashkent or on the road, stopping you for trumped up violations in order to extract bribes. As they went on their way, Zhora shook my hand again, and suggested I come again and go horseback riding.

It was actually a relief to be caught and to be penitent. The remaining hike through the sanctuary could now proceed without guilt, though the heat at 1000 meters was rather oppressive and everything hurt - back, legs, shoulders, head, hands (burnt to a crisp), feet (blisters and the treads completely in shreds). Trudge, trudge, the last hours are always the longest, knowing that you are near the end. We walked up the dirt road and stopped for yet another corned beef and bread lunch (ugh, ugh, UGH) under a majestic, gnarled tree. Sasha refused the corned beef, but commented: “Have some wild cherries.” I looked up and hundreds of delicate deep red berries glistened in the blazing sun. Reminiscent of chokecherries, they may a fitting sweat/sweet-sour desert for our humdrum repast.

We climbed our last hill, passing under the rickety tin arch of the sanctuary entrance (are these what the pearly gates will look like?) and looked out over the plain below. However, in the foreground loomed a massive black 2001 monolith, set on its side, with an appropriately-sized monolith table, huge and menacing.

“What is this monster?” I asked Sasha. “It was built in Soviet days as part of the Star Wars top secret defense program. When the Soviet Union collapsed, it was abandoned.” ‘Hmmm,’ I thought. ‘Does that mean that the velvet Soviet words of peace really hid a steel fist?’ This monster has to be seen to be believed. After the exquisite sights of the sanctuary, this was like a something out of a sci-fi hell.

We limped down towards Nevichu, passed some friendly drunken Tajiks who tried to ply us with tea, past some kottezhy, most likely rest spots for the Star Wars workers of yesteryear, through a rusty gate and back alleys to the river, which was no longer potable, but clean enough for a dip to bring us back to life for the still long trip back to home, sweet home in Tashkent. We took a bus to a country crossroads, and began waiting for another to take us another few miles to the regional center, Parkent.

At the country bus stop, we indulged in several liters of fresh sour milk (not a contradiction in terms) for about $.25. As I spooned down my treat, a leather-faced crazed babushka railed at me in Tajik. The milklady translated: She wants you to sit down to enjoy your meal. Babushkas are the same the world over, sane or otherwise. A moment later, she grabbed my ski pole cum mountain staff and began wielding it over her head at another babushka. I decided: enough local colour; let’s get home! A taxi 5 miles to Parkent of sanctuary fame - cost us $.50, and took us over a majestic rolling plain of beautifully manicured crops, wheat already ripe, with the glorious Tien Shan mountains as a backdrop.

Ah, Parkent! Home of Uzbekistan’s contribution to 21st c energy - a huge (‘Soviet computers are the biggest computers in the world’) experimental solar panel built decades ago which is still experimenting (Get on with it!). The town itself is a pokey, dirt poor backwater. I’m sure no one there has any idea about solar power. We caught our bus to Tashkent - an ancient, creaking, farting Lvov hunchback, which had to be hand-cranked to start, and which kept sputtering and conking out at each stop.

I’m now planning my next bike trip. Yes, to funky ol’ Nevichu. Maybe I’ll see the sanctuary by horseback.

 

From Books

  • This book is a continuation of my earlier work, Postmodern Imperialism: Geopolitics and the Great Games (2011), though it stands on its own. My purpose in Postmodern Imperialism was to give a picture of the world from the viewpoint of those on the receiving end of imperialism. It traces the manipulation of Islamists by imperialism, and poses the question: What are the implications of the revival of Islamic thought and activism for the western imperial project?

    The subject of this work is the expansion of Islam since the seventh century, when revelations delivered to the Prophet Muhammad led to its consolidation as the renewal and culmination of Abrahamic monotheism. It looks at the parallels between the Muslim world today and past crises in Islamic civilization, which gave impetus to reforms and renewal from within, relying on the Quran and hadiths,1 and attempts to interpret recent history from the viewpoint of the Muslim world—how it sees the imposition on it of western systems and beliefs, and how it is dealing with this.

    The period up to and including the occupation of the Muslim world by the western imperialists corresponds to Postmodern Imperialism’s Great Game I (GGI). For Asians, the most important event heralding the possibility of a new post-GGI ‘game’ was the Japanese victory in 1905 over Russia. Japan had successfully reformed via the Meiji Restoration in 1868, inspiring all Asia, including China and the Muslim world, which saw Japan’s determination to develop independently of the imperial powers as a way out of the colonial trap that they were rapidly falling into.

  • European Journal of American Studies review of Postmodern Imperialism: Geopolitics and the Great Games

    (March 2012)

    Recent history for even the casual observer of international affairs has been plagued by wars and conflicts in specific regions of the world.  The wars in Central Asia and the Middle East, Afghanistan and Iraq respectively, seem to indicate the latest machinations in the imperial designs of the USA.  For many, using the term imperialism and connecting it to the USA is at best inappropriate.  For others, American interventions in particular countries or specific regions of the world represent the practices of a hegemonic power and the expansion of an American empire.  Some even argue that the nature of American imperialism is utterly novel, and deserving of a new label:  ‘postmodern imperialism.’  As the title of Eric Walberg’s book, his examination of the trajectories of contemporary imperialism includes scrutiny of the geopolitical interests of the USA and its “new developments in financial and military-political strategies to ensure control over the world’s resources” (27-28).  While Postmodern Imperialism primarily focuses on key aspects of imperialism, geopolitical analysis and commentary forms the foundation of Walberg’s narrative.

  • Robert Wright, Nonzero: the logic of human destiny (2000)

    -organic evolution tends to create more complex forms of life, raising overall entropy but concentrating order locally
    -Teilhard de Chardin’s noosphere, the thinking envelope of the Earth
    -throughout nature, main trend is the increase in capacity for information processing, storage and analysis. DNA not just data, but data processor.
    -the function of the energy marshaled by an organism or society not just to sustain and protect structure, but to guide the marshaling.
    -secret of life not DNA but zero sum (zs)/ nonzero sum (nzs) games (to better pass on one’s DNA - the ‘meaning of life’).
    ‘laws of nature’:

  • Review of Heaven on Earth: A Journey Through Sharia Law from the Deserts of Ancient Arabia to the Streets of the Modern Muslim World,

    Sadakat Kadri

    New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2012

    There are 50 Muslim-majority states in the world; 11 of them, including Egypt, have constitutions that acknowledge Islam as a source of national law. In Heaven on Earth, Sadakat Kadri, an English barrister and New York attorney, provides a much-needed and highly readable overview of Islamic legal history and an entertaining survey of the state of Islamic law today, full of fascinating anecdotes.

    For instance, have you heard the one about the eleventh-century Sufi mystic whose prayers were interrupted by a familiar voice: "Oh, Abu Al-Hasan!" it boomed. "Do you want me to tell people what I know about your sins, so that they stone you to death?" "Oh, Lord," Al-Hasan whispered back. "Do you want me to tell people what I know about your mercy, so that none will ever feel obliged to bow down to you again?" "Keep your secret," came God's conspiratorial reply. "And I will keep mine."

    Such risqué offerings aside, Kadri looks at the development of Islamic law from the time of the Prophet, focussing on attitudes to war, criminal justice, religious tolerance, and movements of reform through history. He provides valuable background for all those concerned and/or excited about today's resurgence of Islam. As the fastest growing religion, second only to Christianity in numbers (and surely first in terms of sincere practitioners), Islam is an increasingly powerful force not only in the world of religion, but in the realms of culture, politics and even economics.
  • Guided missives

    Ard ard (Surface-to-surface): The story of a graffiti revolution
    Sherif Abdel-Megid
    Egyptian Association for Books 2011
    ISBN 978-977-207-102-9

    Graffiti -- the art of the masses, by the masses, for the masses -- has existed since ancient times, with examples dating back to ancient Greece, the Roman Empire, and arguably to Pharaonic Egypt. Sherif Abdel-Megid, a writer who works for Egyptian television, boasts that Egypt's revolution and the explosion of popular art that followed it finds its roots in the decay of the Sixth dynasty in Egypt's Old Kingdom, following the reign of Pepi II (2278-2184 BC), credited with having the longest reign of any monarch in history at 94 years (Mubarak, eat your heart out). His own decline paralleled the disintegration of the kingdom and it is thanks to Pharaonic graffiti that we know about it.

  • I confess that I cringe when I see the word “post-modern.” This word has obscured more discussions, confused more gullible readers, and conned more writers than any word since “existential” and its “-ism.” For the most part, it has served as a kind of fashionable linguistic operator that signals something radical and profound will follow. Almost always, what follows disappoints.

    Eric Walberg’s book, Postmodern Imperialism (Clarity Press, 2011), doesn’t change my general opinion of the word, though what follows the title certainly doesn’t disappoint.

    Walberg has offered a welcome taxonomy of imperialism from its nineteenth century genesis until today; he has given a plausible explanation of imperialism’s contours since the exit of the Soviet Union and Eastern European socialism from the world stage; and he has convincingly described Israel’s unique role in the continuing reshaping of imperialism’s grasp for world domination.

  •  I. Let the Games Begin…Again…and Again

    The great disaffected masses tell us that history is on the march and, as usual, guns and butter are the simpler issues. In America, support dwindles for a war that has lasted a decade. Drone missiles, each costing $100,000, kill “terrorists” in gutturally named, chicken-scratch places bewilderingly far from America’s hometowns, whose simple citizens ask where their taxes go. Costs of the Afghanistan war this year are the highest ever, $119.4 billion and counting.[1] Polls show historically deep disaffection with The System. The mask of America-First patriotism is falling, revealing an intoxicated self-grandiosity and will to power by renascent Bush-era neocons and cynical manipulations by the CEO caste and other one-percenters for more and more wealth, and whose sense of entitlement the victims of class warfare, lumpen proles and petit bourgeoisie alike, seem unable to stomach any longer.[2] Approval of the Republican led-by-gridlock Congress hovers around fifteen percent.[3] Ever-larger protests in other cities in America and internationally have extended those on Wall Street – protests even a year ago one would never have predicted – and “class warfare – rich against poor” appears on the protestors’ signs.

    The disaffected might also ask why the US, as Eric Walberg notes in his extraordinary new book, has 730 American military bases in fifty countries around the globe, and why the US share of the world’s military expenditures is 42.8% while, by comparison, China’s is 7.3% and Russia’s 3.6%. The unavoidable irony is that the Pax Americana seems to be requiring endless war with no particular rationale behind it – and truly astonishing numbers of dollars are spent on behalf of war rather than at home. What may be fatally undermining credibility in America’s “transcendent values” has been the sense that as the facts filter down to the masses, the Empire’s new clothes appear to be the same as that of past empires. All empires have births and deaths – the US Empire will be no different. Internal contradictions of the US efforts to control the globe seem now to be sending things spiraling out of control.[4]

  • Eric Walberg’s acute insights into the contemporary global order raise many questions about the continued viability of the American and Israeli focus on wealth and power. Perhaps understandably, his interests and insights inspired by the Islamic world make him a penetrating commentator on peoples who are a product of Christian and Jewish tradition.

    Walberg is a Canadian authority on the Middle East, Central Asia and Russia who writes for Al Ahram, the best known English language newspaper in the Middle East.

  • Though the number of critical voices concerning Israel, Zionism and Jewish power is growing steadily, a clear distinction can be made on the one hand between contributors who operate within the discourse and are politically oriented, and others who transcend themselves above and beyond any given political paradigm.

    The former category refers to writers and scholars who operate 'within the box,' accepting the restrictive measures of a given political and intellectual discourse. A thinker who operates within such a framework would initially identify the boundaries of the discourse, and then shape his or her ideas to fit in accordingly. The latter category refers to a far more challenging intellectual attempt: it includes those very few who operate within a post-political realm, those who defy the dictatorship of 'political-correctness', or any given 'party-line'. It relates to those minds that think 'out of the box'. And it is actually those who, like artists, plant the seeds of a possible conceptual and consciousness shift.

  • The Wandering Who? A study of Jewish identity politics, gives a unique insider’s view of the Israeli mind. Its author explains to Eric Walberg that you can take the girl out of Jezebel, but you can’t take Jezebel out of the girl

    Gilad Atzmon is a world citizen who calls London his home. He was born a sabra, and served as a paramedic in the Israeli Defense Forces during the 1982 Lebanon War, when he realised that “I was part of a colonial state, the result of plundering and ethnic cleansing.” He has wandered far since then, become a novelist, philosopher, one of the world’s best jazz saxophonists, and at the same time, one of the staunchest supporters of the Palestinian cause, supporting their right of return and the one-state solution. He now defines himself as a “proud self-hating Jew” and “a Hebrew-speaking Palestinian”. In 2009 Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan quoted Atzmon during a debate with Israeli president Shimon Peres, telling him at the World Economic Forum that “Israeli barbarity is far beyond even ordinary cruelty.”

  • Three books recently published by the American radical publisher Clarity Press reflect different aspects of racism in the US, which even under a black president is unfortunately alive and well, promoted in US policy at home and abroad -- if not officially:

    Devon Mihesua, American Indians: Stereotypes and Realities

    Stephen Sheehi, Islamophobia: The Ideological Campaign Against Muslims

    Francis Boyle, The Palestinian Right of Return Under International Law

  • -secular thinkers imagine they have left religion behind, but have only exchanged religion for a humanist faith in progress

    -Joseph Roth worried about spread of ideas of national self-determination. Monarchy was more tolerant. A society can be civilized without recognizing rights, while one based on rights may be tainted with barbarism (Austria-Hungary abolished torture in 1776)

    -torture is Enlightenment tradition, 'progress' a legacy of Christianity (salvation in battle between good and evil Zoroastra). 'God defeats evil' translated into secular terms. also meliorism of liberal humanists. Enlightenment hostile to Christianity but used Christian framework.

  • -US enriched rather than impoverished by the two world wars and by their outcome, nothing in common with Britain -> still glorifies military, sentiment familiar in Europe before 1945.

    -in Europe, dominant sentiment relief at "final closing of a long, unhappy chapter" vs in US - story recorded in a triumphalist key. war works. thus remains the first option, vs last resort

    -20th c rise and fall of the state. welfare state a cross-party 20th c consensus implemented by liberals or conservatives not as first stage of 20th c socialism but culmination of late-19th c reformist liberalism, prerequisites of a stable civil order. p10

    -citizens lost gnawing sentiment of insecurity and fear that had dominated political life between 1914 and 1945. forgot this fear -> neoliberalism. now fear reemerging [-> neofascism], fear that not only we but those 'in authority' have lost control of forces beyond their reach [implicitly acknowledging the cabal of international bankers/ military industrial complex (mic) that conspire above governments, tho Judt would be the first to dismiss this p20]

  • Clarity Press June 2011

    advanced purchase http://www.claritypress.com/Walberg.html

    PREFACE

    To young people today, the world as a global village appears as a given, a ready-made order, as if human evolution all along was logically moving towards our high-tech, market-driven society, dominated by the wealthy United States. To bring the world to order, the US must bear the burden of oversize defense spending, capture terrorists, eliminate dictators, and warn ungrateful nations like China and Russia to adjust their policies so as not to hinder the US in its altruistic mission civilatrice.

    The reality is something else entirely, the only truth in the above characterization being the overwhelming military dominance of the US in the world today. The US itself is the source of much of the world’s terrorism, its 1.6 million troops in over a thousand bases around the world the most egregious terrorists, leaving the Osama bin Ladens in the shade, and other lesser critics of US policies worried about their job prospects.

    My own realization of the true nature of the world order began with my journey to England to study economics at Cambridge University in September 1973. I decided to take the luxury SS France ocean liner which offered a student rate of a few hundred dollars (and unlimited luggage), where I met American students on Marshall and Rhodes scholarships (I had the less prestigious Mackenzie King scholarship), and used my wiles to enjoy the perks of first class. The ship was a microcosm of society, a benign one. The world was my oyster and I wanted to share my joy with everyone.

    But I was in for a shock.

  • How green is your deen?

    Green Deen: What Islam Teaches about Protecting the Planet, Ibrahim Abdul-Matin, San Francisco CA: Berrett-Koehler, 2010

    Muslim Americans are slowly beginning to make their mark on their very conflicted society. There are more Muslims than Jews in the US now -- approximately 5 million. They are the most diverse of all American believers, 35 per cent born in the US (25 per cent Afro-American), the rest -- immigrants from southeast Asia, Africa and the Middle East. Traditionally they have voted Republican, but have shifted to Democrat and Green parties in recent years.

  • Three new publications from the leading radical British press are the tip of a growing iceberg of passionate pleas for sanity in international affairs. Most of us prefer to stick our heads in the sand as the world goes to hell in a hand-basket, but there are works that can fascinate and uplift, perhaps even inspire us to do something before it is too late.

  • -the attempt to fuse the public and private lies behind Plato’s attempt to answer the q “Why is it in one’s interest to be just?” and Christianity’s claim that perfect self-realization can be attained through service to others. [capitalism proposes the invisible hand, soc – class consciousness and state-sanctioned ideology, Rorty’s vision – soc demo and  metaphors]

  • -ecology - 19th c term - investigation of interrelationships between animals, plants, and their inorganic environment - dynamic balance of nature, interdependence of living and nonliving things. vs environmentalism (natural engineering)

     -social ecology - dialectical unfolding of life-forms from simple to complex. (history of phenomenon is the phenomenon itself) human-made universe is 'second nature'. society = institutionalized communities. philosophy of evolution. must synthesize these 2 natures into a 3rd. process of achieving wholeness by means of unity thru diversity, complementarity (vs homogeneous monocultural oneness of cap).
  •  

    -x preferred schoolgirls because less complicated, less real than adult women, as dream less complicated than reality.

    paradox of sex - always seems to be offering more than it can deliver.
  • Time and its discontents

    -Latin words for culture = agriculture/ domestication AND translation from Greek terms for spatial image of time. We are 'time-binders', creating a symbolic class of life, an artificial world -> control over nature. Time becomes real because it has consequences. Flow of time 'the distinction between what one needs and what one has, the incipience of regret' (Guyau (1890) Carpe diem, but civ(ilization) forces us to mortgage the present to the future.

  • -worldatlarge dangerous and threatening. It didn't like the Jews (Js) because they were clever, quick-witted, successful, but also because they were noisy and push. It didn't like what we were doing here in the Land of Israel either, because it begrudged us even this meager strip of marshland, boulders, and desert. Out there in the world all the walls were covered with graffiti: yids, go back to Palestine, so we came back to Palestine and now the worldatlarge shouts at us: Yids, get out of Palestine.

  • 25/12/8 This latest collection of essays by the controversial Israeli writer will not disappoint both admirers and antagonists of this iconoclastic anti-Zionist, most definitely the greatest thorn in Israel's very own backyard. Shamir has known controversy most of his life, notably when he was forced to leave the Soviet Union for demonstrating defiantly against the Soviet occupation of Czechoslovakia. He came to Israel, served as a paratrooper in the Israeli army, before settling down to a career as journalist (Haaretz, BBC), translator (James Joyce, the Caballah), and increasingly a one-man Internet David to Israel's Goliath. He has never looked back, despite the difficulty of publishing his unapologetic critiques of not just Zionism and Israel, but of Judaism, Jews and Jewry.

  • [draft of upcoming book]
    One World: 20th century conspiracies
    Eric Walberg

    Introduction - From 9/11 1973 to 9/11 2001

        In Canada, dinner time chat – left or right – about world events generally follows the standard media script: the backward Muslims must be taught a lesson, that the events of 9/11/2001 and the tragedies unfolding in Iraq and Afghanistan are at worst a cock-up on the part of the US government and friends. Something like the following is served up on both sides of the political spectrum: "They had to invade Afghanistan to stop the Taliban supporting Al-Qaeda. Invading Iraq was a mistake but what do you expect from a moron like Bush? If only he'd listened to his father and just kept chipping away at Saddam."
        In Egypt, the idea that the bombing of the twin towers on 9/11 was the work of a handful of Muslim fanatics directed by Osama bin Laden is dismissed by all but a few westernized folk. "Bush bombed them to launch his war against Islam and to steal Iraq's oil," is the usual response. Or, "9/11 was done by a group within the US government in league with Mossad, using Muslims (or at least their passports) as a front."
        Where is the truth? We all agree 9/11 was a conspiracy, but by whom? Is it possible that the official conspiracy theory is a hoax covering a much more frightening cabal?
  • Film script: The Silk Road and the unknown East -- 6 part documentary

    Eric Walberg

    Introduction and Part I

    We will take a journey along the most ancient and thrilling road in Man's history, through a mysterious and little known part of the world, but one which has experienced all there is - the great religions have all thrived here at one time or another - Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity, Islam; at certain periods great centres of learning and the arts sprang up and declined, as did great warrior-princes. It is a region of violent contrasts - desert, mountains, lush valleys and oases. It is a mix of many races. Until a century ago, it was all but lost to the march of civilisation. Until the fall of Communism, it maintained its shroud of secrecy. With modern means of communications, it is now as accessible as any other destination. I am speaking of course of where East truly meets West - Central Asia.

  • fashioning a sunhatWe left Saturday morning for a 4-day hike. Because of the growing problem of bandits in the mountains, Sasha decided to start from the mountains nearest to Tashkent which start from a Tajik village (all villages near or in the mountains are populated by either Tajik or Kazakh) called Nevichu, avoiding check points by taking back roads. Sasha’s wife, Oksana, (whom I met on the plane from New York to Tashkent when she conned me into taking one of her 50-lb. bags to avoid extra baggage charges) saw Sasha, their son, Dima, and myself off, agreeing to meet us 5 days later in Gazalkent.

  • A secondary city

    -sunrise, sunset - vacant metaphors, eroded figures of speech, ghosts in the attic? God embedded in the childhood of rational speech (Nietzsche)
    -speech communicating meaning and feeling => God's presence, esp. aesthetic meaning
    -when we encounter text/ art/ music (tam), i.e., the other in its condition of freedom, we find transcendence
    -enigma of creation is made sensible in text, art music (tam)
    -interpreter - decipherer and communicator of meanings, translator between languages/ cultures/ conventions, and executant, giving intelligible life to tam
    -private reader/ listener can become executant of felt meaning when learns by heart, affording the music indwelling clarity and life-force, ingests (not consumes)

  • Roots of one's pleasures and emotions:
    Chinese eye - sees nature as having its own life, untamed
    Persian heart - romantic love
    African ear - music
    Mongol nomadic sense of freedom
    -must search further than ancestors for roots of freedom and to understand emotions and ambitions

    Man is faced with basic loneliness
    -immunity from loneliness using loneliness as vaccine via:
    1/ hermit - professional alien to seek internal peace
    2/ turn inwards
    3/ awareness of the absurd - be an eccentric
    4/ sense that individual contains echoes of the incomprehensible coherence/ order of the world, has divine spark, recognise a link of generosity between themselves and others, rational and emotional connections which mean that they are part of a wider whole, which leads to altruism
    -diminish FEAR of being alone: only then can one relate to others on terms of mutual respect

  • -goodness of a natural trait is province of ethical reasoning
    -Darwin  1/ species related by sharing descent from common ancestors (unity of life), 2/ species change thru natural selection, 3/ male/female (m/f) obey universal templates -- males 'ardent' and f 'coy' (choose mate for superior genes, ie, best male vs best match).
    -social selection - animals exchange help in return for access to reproductive opportunity, mutual assistance with reproductive opportunity as currency. social-inclusionary traits among f, or among m and shown by secondary sex characteristics (evolutionary approach to social behaviour)
    -human development characterised by cooperation
  • The care of the self

    Artemidorus The interpretation of dreams
    -break down dream into constituent partts, decipher in context of the whole
    -virtuous vs. ordinary individual - gods speak to former
    -the more you understand dreams, the more complex they become (to hide behind images)
    -wasting sperm is bad (with prostitute, fellatio - signifying loss of money), being passive is bad for man (tho sex with slaves or passive with older man is ok, the latter a promise of gifts)
    -sex out of harmony with nature is bad - rift, enmity, death

  • -Jenifer Hart's pragmatic approach to Jacob's churchgoing is utilitarian - actions not intrinsically good or evil, but should be judge by their consequences. Right acts produce best results. 1960s loss of religious faith but while people were casting off the trammels of institutional Christianity, they were also turning to alternative forms of faith. 'Go with the flow' antithesis of ideals of convent but both seeking what gave life intrinsic value, rejecting money and worldly success. Transcendental meditation to change thought structures; spirituality and rituals bring measure of peace, help transform, release from bind of ego.
  • The 4 main ways that the mind works are sensation/thinking and feeling /intuition - the former more the realm of the conscious (c - rational), the latter of the unconscious (u - nonrational) 

    Thinking and feeling are categories of perception; intuition and sensation of apprehension

    c (shadow + anima) + c (ego) = Self.

    The unconscious (u) is compensatory/complementary to the conscious (c).

  • The general theme: respect your child’s feelings, let the child develop and mature to become independent, love unconditionally. Parents, especially mothers, unconsciously or otherwise, use the child to fulfill their needs, and use conditional love as their weapon (rationalized as ‘socialization’) A child who resists is rejected or withdrawn from and can’t help but re-enact the relationship. There is no clear separation of subject/object (child’s fear that rejection of object will destroy it).