Wednesday, October 09, 2013

Deep Economy by Bill McKibben - Book Review

Bill McKibben's Deep Economy is a book much like the utterly inspirational and life changing Small Is Beautiful by EF Schumacher. Where Schumacher agonised over the crushing monotony of machine production, McKibben decries the "hyper-individualism" of the affluent countries. Money intermediates everything, and with this comes a self-sufficiency that has been unknown in the millenia of human existence. Crowded into tiny towns and tethered to each other with suffocating chains of tradition and total lack of mobility, the human race responded to the automobile and the aeroplane like ducks to water. The new mobility and the new economic paradigms they brought allowed humans to move away from each other, to finally find the space they needed. But, asks McKibben, have we gone too far. Is this hyper-individualism making us happier? Is it a desirable state of being? Can we continue this way? McKibben answers these questions with a resounding no, yet this is one of the most hopeful books I've read.

Bill says, and I agree, that being alienated sucks. Being alone sucks. Being part of a community is hard work, and there are sacrifices but the rewards are well worth it. Not only that, says the author, the twin threats of global warming and oil depletion can only be faced by strong communities. We're going to have to pull together, like it or not, and better to start now. From my experience, the Anglo-Saxon world is in a deep state of alienation. In USA, favours are looked upon with suspicion. No one wants to owe anyone anything that they can't settle with money. People are totally atomised, sitting alone in their cars, their cubicles, their homes they become prey for politicians who find a divided populace easy to persuade.

McKibben advocates a path different from the "more is better" one that an efficiency- and growth-obsessed world sees as the only way. His message is simple, though one that is bound to be met with some resistance by the adherents of neo-classical economics to whom this book is addressed. Most people will believe anything provided enough people are saying it. Most people therefore believe that GDP growth is the most important thing in life and the only way to improve the lot of the toiling masses. Make the pie bigger etc. They fail to see that they have been trapped in an endless cycle of production, consumption, more production and more consumption. These are the people who should be reading deep economy. McKibben takes us through the various fallacies of an economic model based on constant growth in an easy and non-confrontational style. He's more interested in changing your mind than he is in winning any arguments, which is great for this book says plenty of economics heresy. He then goes on to offer an alternative model which provides greater satisfaction, less environmental impact and more robust communities - local economies.

McKibben argues the industrial agriculture, commercial broadcasting and manufacture tend to atomise people, reduce their chances of meaningful interaction, provide low quality of product and generally cause all around unhappiness. He also throws in the kicker - industrial methods of production are no more efficient than small scale ventures. McKibben goes out of his way to avoid the "socialist" tag, perhaps because it is dangerous in America to be labelled as such, but there is no doubt as to his political leanings. He seeks to redress the power balance somewhat between large corporations and the people and his emphasis on the local economy is a means to do just that. I'd like to take a moment here to add an example to the many that McKibben has in his book - linux.

While I found deep economy to be a little more prosaic and somewhat overly journalistic (McKibben is a journalist, not an economist), it is still a great read, especially if you aren't already part of the choir. This book has lessons for everybody, but most of all for those who believe that industrial production methods are somehow "better". Allow McKibben to bring you some class consciousness. This ain't no hippie read.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Volver

The return of the blogger.

 Since the last time I posted - new (and better) job (pays poorly though), new (and better) house, new (and much better) programming language - prospects still bleak. So I'm now a resident of Ruby land. If you are a programmer and have not yet met Ruby, do head over to http://ruby-lang.org, or use your package manager to install it.

It all started with meeting a crazy Dutch programmer who was travelling the world and needed some work so he could party a bit harder en route to Vietnam. I was deeply into Python at the time, and hesitant to fix a situation that was not so bad, but seeing as Cies was way smarter than me, I decided to go along with his insistent advice - merb merb merb.... I haven't touched python since. __str__?!?! eugh.

 I'm not a formally trained programmer, so the finer nuances of languages escape me. Immutable objects, etc. etc.... I'm sure there's a lot I am missing but hey, a lot of guys way smarter than me looove ruby, and somehow that's good enough for me. I am svs, and I am a ruby addict.

 In other news, one is back on Arch Linux. Having set up a studio at my friend and co-conspirator Sonu's house, I of course decide to check out the state of the art on Linux. I set out to see if I could edit MIDI files and compose music while in the office on my laptop (i.e. shitty sound card). Seven days and no luck yet. If I plug in the M-Audio, everything works fine, but without it, alas...The explorations have taken me through Ubuntu Studio (two version, both sucked) and finally back to Arch Linux, which used to run Rosegarden flawlessly on this same computer, but still no luck. Ah well, something to do tomorrow. This is my third installation of Arch Linux (I keep coming back, I can't help it) and I wanted to write a small note, but I think an export of my browsing history over the last few hours will suffice I think. 

That's all the news from now that I can share, so until next time.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Jaane Tu...ya jaane na & Love Story 2050: Movie Reviews

Yes, I cannot tell a lie - I saw both these movies back to back. Yes, voluntarily. No, you may not ask why. Anyways, on with the reviews.

JT...YJN is an insufferable bore of a movie. The story is cliched beyond belief and thanda like kulfi. You can see the end coming just by reading the tag-line of the movie, which in effect makes this movie an exercise in patience. Not that there isn't enough absurdity in this flick. For example, you meet Peachy and Pumpkin, the so-called world's coolest parents who want to get their daughter married off as soon as she finishes college. Then there's Aditi's brother who's a straight lift from Six Feet Under. Then there are all the ugly friends, the bad gujju caricatures, the absurdity that is the Ranjhaur ke Rathod, Arbaaz and his brother....the list just goes on. And it is so badly shot, so poorly plotted and so badly directed that Love Story 2050 comes as a breath of fresh air.

I have to admit - I loved this movie. The cinematography was top class, the special effects were mind blowing and it was full of lovely little ideas that kept one entertained through the film. Was there a story? Nope. However, it seems a little unfair to single out this one film for not having a story. Did Jodhaa Akbar have a story? Did Eklavya? Did JT...YJN? Then why is this suddenly a problem with LT2050? Did I mention that the special effects were mind blowing? They were better than any of the Star Wars. The lighting and textures were of jaw-dropping beauty. I was mightily impressed. Do go watch this even if it is just to see a landmark in Indian special effects.Not that this film doesn't have its share of problems but I found them very easy to forgive.

The show we went for was attended by 60 odd Prime Focus special effects people, in effect the heart and soul of this film and we cheered lustily with them at each explosion and each gorgeously raytraced vista of Mumbai. Nikhat Kazmi does these people a huge disservice when she calls them "picture postcards" and I hope this goes a little way towards setting the record straight.

Monday, June 16, 2008

The Wonder That Is Emacs

This post is for all you people in Linuxland who stare enviously (and furtively) at Mac users with their TextMate. I know you've seen all the screencasts with some geek with a MacBook and TextMate doing their nifty snippet things and going clickety clack on their white keyboards. Well, I know I have and I said, yeah emacs is cool and all but why can't I have some TextMate coolness? Then I remembered, what the fuck? this is emacs we're talking about. A quick search reveals that emacs has had html-helper-mode (i.e. snippets) from 19-fucking-95 when html was a baby. Even cooler? It was written by Marc Andreesen. A whole load of history to go with your editing too. Here are some good blogs to setup your emacs properly with python code-completion, etc. Python Programming in Emacs Emacs as a powerful Python IDE Don't forget the screencast. That one is from 2006. Does TextMate do subversion? No, I mean properly....

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Aamir - Movie Review

As you may have noticed, Aamir is getting a lot of buzz in the press. For example, Taran Adarsh writes
Films like Aamir are more for the discerning audience, for the thinking viewer. It's a film that attacks your mind, rather than your heart. It's a film that pricks your conscience.
Not one of the reviewers will tell you about all the pitfalls of this movie - its meaninglessness and the utterly retrograde politics it represents. About the politics first - the whole movie is pure Muslim bashing. It's entire objective is to get you to see Muslims as dirty, filthy, uneducated, meat-eating paedophiles and druggies. Portraying Aamir as the "educated, moderate" Muslim only makes the contrast that much starker. It is true that Muslims are poor and uneducated. But so are Hindus. But oh, just you try making a film like this about the Hindus. The moral police will be out in force talking about hurt sentiments and what not. Yet, if Muslims protest it will all be oh, look at them, they're so touchy.

Anyone with even the first glimmer of Marxist ideology will see the situation of the unwashed masses as a deliberate result of the policies of the establishment. It is class warfare and religion is just a tool of oppression. Looking for the reasons for terrorism in shady underworld dons is like looking for the reasons for cholera in a puddle of watery shit. It is purely symptomatic of repression, poverty and exploitation. Had the film carried such a radical message, it would then have been possible for the absurd plot to recede to the background as a purely narrative device to bring the bourgeois protagonist in touch with the proletariat, for the terrorist to then make the point that the real enemy is neither Hindu nor Muslim but lies in the corruption of the State and the greed of the elites. There was a point in the film where it almost went that way. I thought the director had set up a nice dialectic with the whole "aadmi apni kismat khud likhta hai" setup, but oh the waste...now, that would have been a film. As it is, Aaamir has a meaningless plot full of holes and an absurd ending and it has absolutely no sympathy for human beings that are victims of the great political games. It almost seems like someone else (cough...Anurag...cough..cough...Kashyap..) directed the film from about halfway through the first half (enough with the running behind the taxi already!!)

Is Nikhat Kazmi a Muslim? Can even she not see this film for what it is? What's that paper she writes for again? And boy oh boy did she go out on a limb for RGV with this one...some excerpts for your reading pleasure

But like his father, he has the welfare of Maharashtra at his heart and is hell bent on giving his state the multi-national power project which the NRI business executive (Aishwarya Bachchan) would like to set up in India
His camera follows the angles it excels in, plastering the screen with extreme close-ups of his protagonists. Of course, it does help when the faces in full view are extremely emotive and reflect the myriad emotions of anger, pain, passion and revenge with a mere muscle flick.
It is too boring to review the whole movie. Pathetic depiction of the goons that pass for politicians around here. Can you imagine a film about a power project (we all know which one Ramu) without a single rupee note exchanging hands? The asslicking machine is already at warp5 captain....I cannae hold her no more....

Update: A discerning viewer pointed out the very insiduous assumption at work in the film i.e. that an educated Muslim will immediately seek to distance himself from the terrorists, which is to say that their anger is not justified. Is it not possible that an educated person will look back and say that yes, after decades of marginalisation, of persecution and of being terrorised their anger is indeed justified. That is not a possibility that is admitted. Like in a one-sided argument, the film never delves into the marginalisation and terrorisation of Muslims in India, even if only to reject this as a justification. The film seems to say that only lack of education is the reason behind their squalor and the terrorism in India, and in the same breath says that the onus to educate oneself lies with the individual, as though systems of control and subjugation of whoever, Muslims, dalits, etc. just do not exist, that there will never be the equality of opportunity without some semblance of equality in circumstances.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Mike Miller - possibly the tastiest guitar player ever!!

In 1993, Chick Corea put together the second version of his Elektric Band and recorded what has turned out to be one of my favourite jazz-fusion discs of all time - the seminal Paint The World (those who have been following this blog might remember this post). The lineup replaced uber-shredmeister Frank Gambale with the little known Mike Miller, a studio musician from the Los Angeles scene. I can still remember my jaw hitting the floor when Mike's music came pouring out of my speakers for the first time.

The first thing that strikes you about Mike is his tone - it is sharp and biting, and Mike really digs into your ears with his bluesy, ballsy playing throughout the album. The second thing you notice about him is his total control and very strong melodic sense. Of all the solos on the album, his are the most singable. Mike is the polar opposite of his predecessor in the band - he doesn't go in for very fast playing, choosing instead to let his phenomenal phrasing and evolved musical sense create their own mood. Mike's gutsy playing can be heard throughout the album as he solos or comps with some bizarre chords in that crunchy tone of his. In Tone Poem, he rips an absolutely phenomenal nylon-string solo, just for fun I guess. Some of his other standout solos are on CTA and The Ritual, while the sparring with Chick on the initial bars of Ished leave you in no doubt that this is a guitar player who has learnt the theory, mastered it and then chucked it out the window as he goes with his highly evolved musical gut. I won't waste any more time here, but what I will do instead is to leave you with a few samples of the masterful artist doing his thing.

Ritual solo.mp3 Space_solo.mp3 Tone Poem solo.mp3

Mike has a solo album out called Save The Moon. While the music on this album is a lot more laid back than Paint the World (Chick can get very complicated at times), it is still a whole album's worth of immersion in some wonderful guitar playing and you should totally buy it off emusic (or wherever) if you can.

Monday, May 26, 2008

The petrol subsidy must go.

Who is it helping the most? Large consumers of petrol. i.e. Ford Endeavour owners blasting the AC with a special power point for the computer. Or, people like my boss who drive a converted Merc van with a DVD player and a drinks cooler. These are not the people who need subsidies. These are the people that must be discouraged. A quick back of the envelope calculation reveals that petrol retails in India for $(3.78541178 * 54 /43) = $4.75 and change. This is second cheapest only after the great United States (outside of the major oil producing nations). It is a ridiculous number in a country where 99.3% of people DO NOT own cars. You might say that even motorcycles run on petrol to which I will say that the difference between 4-6 kpl in city traffic for a car and 60-70 kpl for a bike constitute two very different things in a family's budget. Or, one might sell three litres at the current price and everything above at exorbitant rates. A minor inconvenience for a biker - a major drag for car owners.

Indian oil companies are "weeks away from bankruptcy" (http://sify.com/finance/fullstory.php?id=14678154). Their failure will send cascading failures through the oil delivery system meaning that cooking gas, kerosene, diesel - the stuff that actually runs the country - might just become unavailable. This is hardly a price worth paying for the wellbeing of the chosen few.

More expensive petrol might actually allow the feedback mechanisms from peak oil to filter through to people's behaviour. Maybe if they drive less and we have less congestion on the roads, then we can possible even have decent standards of living in our cities. Perhaps revert some of that tarmac into basketball courts.

You can bet your ass that it is the country's car manufacturers who are "lobbying" for the maintenance of the status quo as regards petrol. They might as well not bother. As the rupee devalues against the dollar (a shocking occurence in its own right - possibly engineered by the textile and ITES companies), the price of petrol will put paid to their fancy advertising schemes and so on. Tata Nano might just become the "not-so-poor-man's-car" in the near future.

Look for more excitement on the energy front as the twin horsemen of inflation and supply constriction come riding out of the West.