"A Lava Time Bomb"

This interesting little tidbit came through my press release monitor this morning...

ANU Media Release
WAS ANCIENT EARTH A LAVA TIME BOMB?

Ancient Earth suffered repeated episodes of catastrophic volcanism that buried much of its surface under up to 15 kilometres of lava, according to a researcher from The Australian National University.

The study by Dr Geoff Davies of the ANU Research School of Earth Sciences (RSES) used computer models of the Earth’s deep interior. The modelling showed that the volcanic episodes lasted around a million years, but haven’t happened for about three billion years and are highly unlikely to happen again. The findings were published this week in Earth and Planetary Science Letters.

Dr Davies said the modelling suggested the deep interior of the Earth bottled up its internal heat for long periods until breakthroughs triggered the volcanic outbursts.

“The effect is caused by basaltic oceanic crust that is carried deep into the Earth as tectonic plates sink into the Earth’s mantle,” he said. “The basaltic crust is a little denser than the mantle at most depths, but is lighter within a small depth range about one third of the way down. The foundered crust tends to accumulate at this depth and, if enough of it collects, can form a ‘basalt barrier’ that prevents deeper mantle material from rising to the surface where it can cool.

“The deeper mantle is then slowly heated by radioactivity. Eventually it gets hot enough to break through the barrier and rises in a rush. It melts as it reaches the lower pressures near the top of the mantle and the melted rock erupts as lava flow. The lava flows could pile up to a thickness of ten to fifteen kilometres over much of the Earth".

He added that the episodes would have changed the chemistry of the oceans and atmosphere,
leaving only the hardiest bacteria alive.

“The episodes happened about every hundred million years so the bacteria would have had plenty of time in between to recover. Eventually, as the Earth’s interior slowly cooled, the tectonic plates became thick and heavy enough to break through the basalt barrier and prevent it from reforming, and no further episodes occurred,” said Dr Davies.

The research adds an additional theory to how the Earth’s continents were formed. Geologists know that this occurred in several major bursts two to three billion years ago and different reasons have been proposed as to why it occurred. “We can now add the basalt barrier mechanism to the debate as another possible cause,” said Dr Davies.

A copy of the paper is available here: http://dx.doi.org/10.1016/j.epsl.2008.08.036

Long Nights

I'll take this soul that's inside me now
Like a brand new friend
I'll forever know

I've got this light
I'll be around to grow
Who I was beforeI cannot recall

I've got this light
And the will to show
I will always be better than before

Long nights allow me
to feel I'm falling
I am falling

The lights go out
Let me
feel I'm falling

I am falling
safely to the ground

- Eddie Vedder

Wiiiilllll-bbberrr, I have a question...

Was Mr Ed the first Centauric Vision-Logician?

Truth

"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth"

Henry David Thoreau


(this is an interesting set of perspectives on the inconclusiveness in Thoreau's Conclusion chapter of Walden)

Family Happiness

"I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness. And then, on the top of all that, you for a mate, and children perhaps — what more can the heart of man desire?"

Leo Tolstoy
Family Happiness
Quoted in the film, Into The Wild.

Society

It's a mystery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed

You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed

I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

there's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can't do that...

society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me

I

"In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference. We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking

I should not talk so much about myself if it were any body else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. Moreover, I, on my side, require of every writer, first or last, a simple and sincere account of his own life, and not merely what he has heard of other men's lives; some such account as he would send to his kindred from a distant land; for if he has lived sincerely, it must have been a distand land to me".

Henry David Thoreau
Walden

Guaranteed - for Christopher McCandless

On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...

Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...

Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed

Presidential Dance-Off

Time Spiral

Older Guys

Spend my whole time listening to old guys
To figure which way to go
Whether to hang my guitar high
Or how you drag a smoke
Cos they look justified when drinking like
They've earned each swig and shot
Whether the day's best worth remembering
Or the one's best left forgot

I just don't take advice that hasn't been battered around
Like a gladstone bag in the rain all forgotten about
So I'm taking all my cues from the older guys

Old Ted used to do a good Stan Laurel and bowl a good leg cut
Sometimes I wish he was still around to clip me when I'm fucking up
He'd sit out on the back porch, all cardigan and frown
Drinking long necks of DA, while the Kalgoorlie sun was coming down

I'm taking all my cues from the older guys

Standing outside my local on a cold old Anzac Day
And I just don't seem to care if I drown out in the rain
Because they look through me like a sheet of glass, like the first window in a house
And I wonder if they've been lived in or if they've been torn down

Just cos I steal the suits
And walk like I'm fifty-five sometimes
I just don't have the nuts to sit with the older guys

So, I'm taking all my cues from all those older guys

- Tim Rogers

Landlocked Blues

If you walk away I walk away
first tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday
so you walk that way I'll walk this way

and the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
just stay in when it's lookin' this way

and the moon's laying low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine
and the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
they argue "walk this way," "no walk this way"

and laura's asleep in my bed
as I'm leaving she wakes up and says
"I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
baby don't go away, come here"

and there's kids playing guns in the street
and one's pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say:"Enough is enough,
If you walk away I walk away."(and he shot me dead)

I found a liquid cure
for my landlocked blues
it will pass away
like a slow parade
it's leaving but I don't know how soon

and the world's got me dizzy again
you'd think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin
and it only feels worse when I stay in one place
so I'm always pacing around or walking away

I keep drinking the ink from my pen
and I'm balancing history books up on my head
but it all boils down to one quotable phrase
"If you love something give it away"

A good woman will pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended, and you may be afraid
but don't walk away, don't walk away

We made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background from a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
"If we walk away,they’ll walk away"

But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom's a joke we're just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you're still free start runnin' away'cause we're comin' for ya!

I've grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame
Sayin' let me walk away, please

You'll be free child once you have died
from the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
till then walk away walk away walk away walk away

So I'm up at dawn,
putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I'm leaving but I don't know where to

I know I'm leaving
but I don't know where to

- Bright Eyes

Ascent and Descent

Click on this picture to read a stunningly lucid blogpost by my friend Trish Nowland.

Who Am I? Koan

I’ve been working this week with the simple “Who Am I?” koan. Lots and lots of thinking, concepts, ideas, strategies, illusions, lies, aspirations, projections, fears, introjections, stresses, acts, masks, stories, narratives, connections, social expectations, hopes, shadows, disgraces, disgusts, denial, disrespect, inflation, pains, wishes, unmet fantasies, poor decisions, circumstantial karmas……

… and then, just a moment ago, a fearless opening where the act of inquiry itself became the most compelling of answers. A shift where presence-in-act replaced concept, and was intimately plausible. It felt like a radical rewiring in logic. Nothing owned the shift. The movement was the answer, and the self. The question and the answer weren’t ever opposed.

The most striking part of this episode has been the plausibility. This isn’t some interesting mind trick or some ‘clever’ ‘skill'. It's a space with a different dimensional approach to active reasoning. It was the intimate disclosure of my location as myself. An uncommon yet perfect merging of time and space, perception and perceiver, well beyond fusion. And all so simple. So plausibly, truthfully, crystalline in simplicity.

Beyond just this. Simply. This.

You Can't Get Economies of Scale In Labour

Genius comments from the Business section of the SMH today about the collapse of ABC Learning Group (this generation's Bond Corporation). Such a stark case of misinterpreting the nature of the 'units' being 'shifted': people.

"A corporation will only be more efficient than a family business if it can amalgamate small disparate holdings, achieve economies of scale in purchasing power or marketing power, and lower the cost of production.

It works in retailing, and that is the reason large retailers can offer lower prices than corner shops.

That model was never adopted by ABC Learning because it could never be implemented. Child care is labour intensive. It requires skilled labour by individuals devoted to the task, not just paid employees".

From http://business.smh.com.au/business/learning-an-old-lesson-a-sucker-is-born-every-minute-20081114-677q.html

Blood-Boiling Rage

Pauri, boiling with rage the demon-king summoned his demons.

Free Fallin'

She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too

It's a long day living in Reseda
There's a freeway runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy cause I dont even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart

And Im free, free fallin
Yeah Im free, free fallin

All the vampires walkin' through the Valley
Move west down Ventura Boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts

I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
Gonna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna leave this world for a while

And Im free, free fallin
Yeah Im free, free fallin

- Tom Petty

The Edge of MySelf

Brilliant boy's sad death not in vain

Joel Gibson, November 10, 2008
From: http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2008/11/09/1226165386588.html

As a fearless 18-year-old, Nathan Trepezanov arrived on the same Footbridge Theatre stage that produced the Chaser team and promptly brought the house down. His famous kebab skit, written and performed with friends Leon and Mohammad, injected some raucous wog humour into that year's usually white-bread Sydney University Law Faculty Revue.

The Sickest And Most Hectic Kebab In The World: Tribute was a parody of a song by the US comic Jack Black. It told the tongue-in-cheek tale of some Bulldogs fans who make the perfect doner kebab for a Subaru-driving "glamour" at an Auburn shop.

"It was easily the best thing in the show," Tom Glasson, solicitor and former revue director, recalls. Like Fat Pizza and Nick Giannopoulos's comedy, it "found the funny" in stereotypes and turned them on their head.

Even as a brassy 10-year-old, Nathan had "smarts", his cousin, the Silverchair bass guitarist Chris Joannou, recalls. The dux of Newington College, he asked for a copy of the Koran as his prize. As a university student, he sometimes went to the races to test his own algorithm for calculating each horse's chances.

After a study exchange to Paris in 2004, he travelled to the land of his forebears, Macedonia, and the former war zones of Kosovo and Albania.

"The Albanians have welcomed me like a brother," he wrote to friends. "When I arrived in Paris, I had a lot of trouble finding accommodation and was extremely stressed out. A Muslim guy from Tajikistan met me and offered me his kindness - we lived together for four months like brothers. When I asked how I could thank him, he told me to help another Muslim.

"In Sarajevo, a young guy walked up to me saying that Allah had directed him to ask me for help. He needed a bus ride back to his village. I helped him out and was told that, as well as being assured a place in paradise by his mujahideen father, a Muslim on Earth would help me. This has happened in Albania. Co-incidence? Probably. But enough to get any atheist thinking."

"I remember thinking what a grounded guy he was," Glasson says. "He seemed so in touch with everything."

In January 2006, Joannou received a call from his sister, who told him his 21-year-old cousin had stepped off the Sydney Harbour Bridge.

No one saw it coming. Nathan's usually brilliant mind had been going "around and around". A GP diagnosed mild depression but stopped short of prescribing medication. "You can only wonder whether he thought, 'If this is only mild, what will it be like if it gets worse?' " Joannou says.

But there was no note and no answers. Almost three years later, his friends and family are still searching.

Whether creative people are at higher risk is a matter of debate, Professor Ian Hickie from the Brain and Mind Research Institute says, but their loss hits us particularly hard.

"There is no typical person. We are just as likely to get depression if we are high-achieving, if we've got success, personality and other skills as anybody else," he says.

He says 75 per cent of illnesses arise before the age of 25, "when people are at the peak of their physical fitness, when they're starting to succeed in the world, and when everyone expects everything to be fine".

Studies show young people know mental illness is common but don't know what it is or what can be done about it.

Like Tristan Jepson, another revuer and young lawyer whose death forced the legal profession to re-examine its responsibility to young professionals, Nathan's death has not been in vain.

With the Sydney CBD Rotary Club, his family has established Nathan's Bequest to fund research and awareness of mental health and to stop others taking that awful final step.

It is funding research by a West Australian PhD candidate, Kristine Northey, who hopes one day to develop indices to identify the most vulnerable children before suicidal behaviours manifest in adolescence.

A fund-raising dinner on November 17 aims to raise $150,000 to pay an extra researcher on Professor Hickie's team.

"The hurdle we want to get over is for people, if they think they have symptoms, to go and start a conversation with someone," Joannou says.

"It could be a matter of life and death."

For information about Nathan's Bequest, phone Ali Wanchap on 0412 726 882.

Also see Lifeline (phone 131 114) and www.livingisforeveryone.com.au.

We Will Name Him, Sparkles...

Battered Men Get Their Own Refuge - theguardian.co.uk

Jamie Doward, Social Affairs Editor
theguardian.co.uk
http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/2003/dec/21/socialcare.uknews

Britain's first safe house for battered men is to open in secret over the New Year. The refuge, in south-west England, will shelter men and their children who have been physically or emotionally abused by a female partner.
A second centre will open early next year in north-west England, and organisers plan to create a national network eventually.
The revelation of the refuges is likely to reignite the debate over the true picture of domestic abuse, which men's support groups say is far more complex than is often portrayed in the media.
According to the most recent British Crime Survey, for 1996, 4.2 per cent of men and an equal proportion of women said they had been assaulted by a current or former partner in the previous year. In those incidents involving injury just under 50 per cent of women were hurt, and 31 per cent of men.
The survey found that 23 per cent of women and 15 per cent of men aged between 16 and 59 said they had been physically assaulted by a partner at some time.
Men's rights groups argue, however, that the male figure could be even higher because men are reluctant to admit being victims. They say at least one in every six incidents of domestic violence - around 18 per cent - are committed by women on men.
'At the last count there were 426 shelters for women in Britain. That means there should be at least 70 refuges for men. Yet up until now there was none,' said David Hughes, editor of Male View magazine, which represents the views of the charity Mankind Initiative.
Hughes hoped the shelter idea would take off. 'Once the first centre has opened and it's proved useful others are bound to follow. We're trying to get financing to have a refuge in each region,' Hughes said.
Ian Hancock, the NHS director of psychological services in Dumfries and Galloway and an expert on domestic abuse, said: 'It's difficult for anybody if they're being battered but with men their problem is compounded by the fact that they feel they shouldn't allow themselves to be battered by a woman.
'The idea that it makes you some kind of weakling means it's a double whammy for men. It affects their self-esteem,' Hancock said.
Many myths attached to the issue needed to be dismantled, Hancock said. 'People have this image of muscular women and weedy men but size has got nothing to do with it. A man can be twice the size of his female partner and still be battered by her.'
The crime survey acknowledged that a significant number of men believe the Government is failing to take the issue of domestic abuse against them seriously. 'Male victims of domestic violence are particularly unhappy about the level of support offered by agencies, especially by the police,' it noted.
'It may be that support agencies have a particular problem in recognising that male victims can be just as in need of support and advice as female victims.'
Steve Fitzgerald, who helped set up the new shelter in the south-west, said: 'This is a major breakthrough. Women are just as likely to commit violence in the home as men. For too long there has been this gender apartheid which has meant this important issue has been ignored.'
The new refuge, which is already sheltering two battered men, has a family bedroom, a living room, access to a bathroom and kitchen and is staffed by volunteers.
It was welcomed by David Smith, 46, who has three small children. 'I've been emotionally abused by my wife since I married her over six years ago. People see her in public and think she's wonderful, but they don't see the private side to her,' he said.
'I didn't see her angry temper until we were married. It's awful. She loses her temper a lot and uses foul language in front of the children. You can't stop her once she's started. I've asked her to go for counselling but she won't.
'I have to leave the house and take the children with me. Sometimes she hits me but I'm a lot stronger than her. I'm trained in martial arts so it's not a problem physically. We're still living together but I'm losing hope.'
While the shelter's focus is on helping men, its founders stress the help it can give to child victims of domestic abuse. 'Sixty-four per cent of child abuse is committed by mothers,' Hughes said.

Daze

Jeez last night was the business. Holidaying in the adolescent vibe of beers and Bondi bikini bods at the Beach Burrito Bar - swept away into something simpler. Cheaper yes, but so agreeably simpler. Baking in the last violet throws of the dusk sun, I decided to flick though the pages of the magazine sitting next to me: Vice. I hadn't met that mag before… and what a perfect indulgence! Stellar wordsmiths sculpting in-crowd, self-referential, pop-cult nonsense - the pomo indifferent shit that fucks me right off when I’m breathing smog in Surry Hills chained to the pain of a hard day's work, so suddenly a splendidly boundless cavern of literary tomfoolery. Willingly dissolved into my bubblegum wonderland, I guffawed at paragraphs like this one…

“How long into his life can a man keep fucking? Here in Japan, there is one brave grandpa who is using his own body to answer that question. His name is Shigeo Tokuda and he is a 74-year-old porn performer. He often stars in movies staged in old-age homes—like, as in “gramps fucks his hot little nurse”—which frankly we have no clue who would want to watch, save for the morbid chuckles factor. Regardless, we headed over to meet this geriatric pussy master and ask him questions about his ancient cock”.

… but I was left wiping guacamole from my nostrils when I read:

“You probably think of Monty Python as a symbol of the sad, forced eccentricity your uptight gay British dad used to display when he was in a cheery mood or when he was drunk on schnapps. In fact, maybe the very words “Monty Python” act as a Pavlovian trigger for traumatic memories of the shame of seeing your mum silently cry while Dad went on about the Spanish Inquisition and the Ministry of Funny Walks. But go a little deeper into your id and you’ll realize that your dad was a thwarted artist who secretly wanted to have you aborted so he could pursue an experimental theatrical comedy career. And it’s all Monty Python’s fault. The influence runs that deep”.

Ah… youth and young manhood. I’m not over the hill yet.

The Times They Are A-Changin'

From the Gospel according to St. Thomas

Jesus said: I tell my mysteries to those who are worthy of my mysteries. He said: There was a rich man who had much money, and who said: I will use my money that I may sow and reap and plant and fill my storehouses with fruit so that I lack nothing. This was what he thought in his heart. And that night he died. Whoever has ears, let him hear.

The Next President

This is one of those moments in history when it is worth pausing to reflect on the basic facts:

An American with the name Barack Hussein Obama, the son of a white woman and a black man he barely knew, raised by his grandparents far outside the stream of American power and wealth, has been elected the 44th president of the United States.

Showing extraordinary focus and quiet certainty, Mr. Obama swept away one political presumption after another to defeat first Hillary Clinton, who wanted to be president so badly that she lost her bearings, and then John McCain, who forsook his principles for a campaign built on anger and fear.

His triumph was decisive and sweeping, because he saw what is wrong with this country: the utter failure of government to protect its citizens. He offered a government that does not try to solve every problem but will do those things beyond the power of individual citizens: to regulate the economy fairly, keep the air clean and the food safe, ensure that the sick have access to health care, and educate children to compete in a globalized world.

Mr. Obama spoke candidly of the failure of Republican economic policies that promised to lift all Americans but left so many millions far behind. He committed himself to ending a bloody and pointless war. He promised to restore Americans’ civil liberties and their tattered reputation around the world.

With a message of hope and competence, he drew in legions of voters who had been disengaged and voiceless. The scenes Tuesday night of young men and women, black and white, weeping and cheering in Chicago and New York and in Atlanta’s storied Ebenezer Baptist Church were powerful and deeply moving.

Mr. Obama inherits a terrible legacy. The nation is embroiled in two wars — one of necessity in Afghanistan and one of folly in Iraq. Mr. Obama’s challenge will be to manage an orderly withdrawal from Iraq without igniting new conflicts so the Pentagon can focus its resources on the real front in the war on terror, Afghanistan.

The campaign began with the war as its central focus. By Election Day, Americans were deeply anguished about their futures and the government’s failure to prevent an economic collapse fed by greed and an orgy of deregulation. Mr. Obama will have to move quickly to impose control, coherence, transparency and fairness on the Bush administration’s jumbled bailout plan.

His administration will also have to identify all of the ways that Americans’ basic rights and fundamental values have been violated and rein that dark work back in. Climate change is a global threat, and after years of denial and inaction, this country must take the lead on addressing it. The nation must develop new, cleaner energy technologies, to reduce greenhouse gases and its dependence on foreign oil.

Mr. Obama also will have to rally sensible people to come up with immigration reform consistent with the values of a nation built by immigrants and refugees.

There are many other urgent problems that must be addressed. Tens of millions of Americans lack health insurance, including some of the country’s most vulnerable citizens — children of the working poor. Other Americans can barely pay for their insurance or are in danger of losing it along with their jobs. They must be protected.

Mr. Obama will now need the support of all Americans. Mr. McCain made an elegant concession speech Tuesday night in which he called on his followers not just to honor the vote, but to stand behind Mr. Obama. After a nasty, dispiriting campaign, he seemed on that stage to be the senator we long respected for his service to this country and his willingness to compromise.

That is a start. The nation’s many challenges are beyond the reach of any one man, or any one political party.

New York Times Election Night Editorial
(from http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/05/opinion/05wed1.html?_r=1&hp&oref=slogin)
A version of this article appeared in print on November 5, 2008, on page A34 of the New York edition

Hope

Ashes to Ashes

Enfrightened

Voter registration at highest level since women got the vote

From http://blogs.usatoday.com/onpolitics/2008/11/voter-registrat.html

The Center for the Study of the American Electorate today released its voter registration figures for this election. The increase was moderate -- 2.5% -- but the result is a record.
The center, part of American University, projects that 153.1 million of the country's eligible citizens are now registered to vote. That's 73.5% -- better than the previous high of 72.1% in 1964 and the highest since at least 1920, when women were given the right to vote.
Center director Curtis Gans says this is the second straight election with a significant registration increase, coming after a 3% boost in 2004. He says as many as 135 million people -- nearly 65% of those eligible -- could turn out to vote. That would be the highest turnout since 1960.
Gans projects Democratic registration will be up 1.4% or 2.9 million this year, while GOP registration will be down 1.5 million. The center said that's a small drop but that it declined at all "in this year of intense citizen interest in the election is significant."
Twenty-eight states and the District of Columbia have partisan registration. Based on information so far, the center said, Democratic registration went up significantly in Nevada, Pennsylvania, Colorado, Arizona, New Jersey and Maryland. GOP registration declined in Colorado, Florida and Pennsylvania, but rose in Nevada.

photofunia.com

I've been having a cheap laugh with this website over the last day or so: photofunia.com

Zak Stein in Integral Leadership Review

I didn't know this cool tidbit from the social commentariat.

"In the early 1970's the sociologist and cultural critic Daniel Bell wrote a book titled, The Coming of Post-industrial Society. Across the Atlantic at the same time Habermas offered a slim volume titled, Legitimation Crisis. Both books prophetically outlined emerging trends in post-industrial economic and state bureaucracies and in post-modern cultural forms and norms. Bell and Habermas both suggested that part and parcel of the major socio-cultural shift underway are drastic increases in the task-demands of work and life, which require the emergence of a new group of knowledge workers specifically concerned with the psychological complexities of the new socio-cultural milieu. Bell in particular foretold of a shift in the value of different types of knowledge. As techno-economic innovations accelerate we will come to devalue specific types of technical knowledge regarding production processes because this knowledge is destined for obsolescence. Instead, we will begin to value psychological knowledge about the motivational and cognitive processes of the people who face the ever-shifting demands of post-industrial society. Habermas saw a comparable trend affecting political systems. The problems facing state bureaucracies are quickly becoming so incomprehensibly complex that leaders may feel forced to manufacture consent, e.g. via the strategic deployment of psychologically sophisticated advertising regimes. Fueled by this insight Habermas would write prolifically on the psychological demands of a post-modern democratic public-sphere and on the need for sociologists and psychologists to arrange ameliorative interventions. The bottom line in both accounts is that there are world-historical structural transformations underway that demand the creation and dissemination of psychological technologies. Psychological technologies are becoming a valuable resource".

- Zak Stein, from 'Myth Busting and Metric Making:Refashioning the Discourse about Development Excursus' Integral Leadership Review Volume VIII, No. 5 - October 2008
http://www.integralleadershipreview.com/archives/2008-10/2008-10-article-stein.php