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LadybugFlights
August 2009 Vol.11 #8


Featured Article

Spiritual Alchemy
from Maria Fairbanks

 

Maria's story has many more chapters and I hope we will hear more of them, but this month we have the last of three parts.

"Alchemy is both a philosophy and pseudoscientific practice with the aim of achieving ultimate wisdom as well as immortality, involving the improvement of the alchemist as well as the making of several substances described as possessing unusual qualities..."

For those of you who have been following my medical misadventures, it won't surprise you to find this tale opening up in a dialysis center in the city closest (seven hour boat ride) to my village. Time for my 'end of the first year post transplant check up'—with the right test results and words from the doctor confirming them, my red flag would become a green light.

In the doctor's office we went over the demented details of suppressing one's immune system and hosting someone else's kidney, and assessed my success in returning to health. He agreed I was good, unusually so. Best of all, the semi monthly and monthly tests and appointments were to be no more—take the tests twice a year and see the doctor twice a year. Freedom!

I double checked with the doc all the things I can do again and all the things I am going to do that I never did before. The doctor agreed with my plans, Then he started in on the things I should not do.

"You can not bathe in the public hot springs..." he began. I had been doing so for nine months after my transplant as I had been for twenty four years before it. Hot springs bathing is not a habit one breaks readily. As he opened his mouth to go on, I quickly interjected, "Thanks so much. I've taken up enough of your time. I'll be going now." I stood up and walked out the door. "You can't drink untreated water!" he continued, following me through the waiting room. "You can't..." I could still hear his voice but it faded out as I jumped into the cab of the truck I was driving. I unrolled the window. "I just can't get obsessed with this medical shit!" I shouted at him, and took off with the huge smile of one who hears the prison doors click shut behind them. I saw the good doctor in the rear view mirror standing in the parking lot with a dumbfounded look on his very educated face.

Home again with as clean a bill of health as I will ever have I began doing all the things I wanted to do: snorkeling in the Alaskan Pacific, unusually warm and clear this year, painting an 8 X 20 foot mural in the center of town on an exterior cement wall. Weeding and watering in the organic gardens, photographing, massaging, playing my banjo and singing with my band, corresponding, silk screening, graphic designing, writing poems and letters and these stories....and found myself wondering what energetic flow had given birth to this outpouring of positive energy from the series of world class sorrows I had experienced in the last two years. My body's chemistry was very different but within relatively normal parameters even for a transplantee—but the alchemy of my being was taking the continuing grief and sorrow that resulted from my losses and turning it from suffering dross to highly focused creative gold.

I had to take a closer look; I had to find an echo of this in some context from which I could extrapolate the pattern, however random, of this healing energy flow. We are not taught these energetic processes by the doctors or nurses. The psychologists, specialists and clinicians are unlikely to work with us in these dimensions on these levels.

What was happening was clearly NOT one of the old platitudes about self chosen destiny so often foisted on me by healthy people meaning well: 'your life is what you make it, your attitude makes the difference, only the dreamer changes the dream', and similar over-simplifications. These two dimensional pollyanna exclamations give no clues to a person in pain, loss or grief about how to actualize the desired change of consciousness—how to go from dross to gold. In fact, those old saws often subconsciously cast blame on the sufferer, because they imply the person in pain would not be suffering if they were just 'thinking right'. or saying the 'right prayers'. Some of them may be on the right track, but they don't tell you how to 'think right' to bring about the desired spiritual alchemy. Their function in the here and now manifests mainly as a protection for the person saying them from true empathy which may hurt and require more emotional investment than they are willing to give, And it gives people something to say in a difficult situation so that they can feel good about themselves without much involvement. It is little more than spiritual cheerleading. There is more to transforming energy than putting on a happy face or reciting platitudes like rosary beads in the hopes of feeling better. There is an actual change of energy—dark becomes light, and shines. How does it happen?

When an opponent comes at you full speed with all his weight, the wise thing to do is use that momentum and weight to divert the charge: instead of letting that opponent knock you down by ramming into you full force, step back, and let the opponent's weight and speed carry on until arriving at a full stop. A classic martial arts move—and it is the essence of what happens in the first step of this particular energy transformation/spiritual alchemy. Those deep griefs and sorrows and losses can be visualized as the oncoming force. When our movement is stillness, the energy of the loss exhausts itself without impacting us and becomes manageable. I am reminded of a particular tribe whose response to deep adversity is to simply sit still and take in nothing.

What happens next is equally important. The energy still exists but is no longer in full charge at our center. How do we transform it to work for us instead of turning into 'baggage'?

I remember reading with a great deal of satisfaction a story about Jesus. Some questioners came at him full force with an unbeatable criticism: What about the ten commandments? What about that checklist of things you aren't supposed to do? His reply perfectly illustrates the next step in the transformation. He replied that when you love God with all your heart and mind and strength and love your neighbor as yourself the ten commandments would be fulfilled. And so it is for us in transforming our griefs, stripped of the God filter: we are aware of the negative checklist and have neutralized the energy with our spiritual karate (it still may hurt), but when we absorb them into a larger imperative, our very consciousness changes. By giving up the security of our negative checklist and embracing a larger imperative that will absorb it, our consciousness changes. We grow. We embrace a larger awareness and the smaller, fear filled negative checklists become positive actions. The river flows into the ocean. We see that it is all water.

The larger awareness may be different for every person. Some may find their transformation in creative endeavor, others may find it in their family or community life, others in the desire to excel in physical disciplines. Some may choose to manifest religion.

I should have done my doctor the courtesy of explaining why I ran off when he came at me with his list of things I could no longer do...his ten commandments. But I was already moving towards my imperative of love and change of consciousness. It will will keep me safe, which was his concern. Acting in harmony with the imperative of love, I will take care of myself and manage my health better than any checklist he can give me.

I let my griefs arrive full force and fully weighted both emotionally and psychically and step aside letting them exhaust their crazed momentum. They are no longer my opponent; I recognize them as who I am, a part of me. There is now a large reservoir of neutralized energy available to me. I do what love requires and my mind is healed.

I strengthen this process by giving myself color, as simply as eating foods that are the color of the exhausted chakra. Or I may visualize each color as I do an interior scan of my body restoring my interior rainbow: lower chakra in red, the solar plexus in orange, the heart in yellow, the throat in green, the forehead in blue, my crown in purple. I can also give myself music and silence. I can laugh full heartedly. In all these ways I can strengthen my new found wellness.

I do not know if the presence of physical pain is impacted by this process of change of consciousness. My experience did not clarify enough to be evoked until I was dealing mainly with the emotional and psychic pains of loss.

I rather doubt that the side effects of dialysis or the pain of a necrotic gall bladder can be assuaged in this way. But the appropriate application of color and music and silence and laughter and touch and the larger imperative of love when needed can only help, perhaps even in cases of physical agony.

So although I can not speak to the efficacy of this particular spiritual alchemical path in the alleviation of physical pain I will say when it comes to reclaiming life after grief and loss, this is a movement, a dance, a path back to the light.

I'm doing that two step. I am happy to be dancing.

    I met Maria during this saga and talked to her for the first time when she was in the hospital waiting for her transplant. We hope she will be back with more of her writing in the future; perhaps fiction next?

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Special Feature

We asked some of our favorite poets for poems about writing poetry...

 

Frances Sbrocchi

Poetry
	
	
    Old Photos
    Old photos How does she begin this year the year that is her eightieth will she remember how it was to leave her mother's womb and become? Who is this smiling child? Where did she belong? Will she travel far or be a stay-at-home? Her memoirs seem a pile of long disposables and yet she clings to all that past. Yesterday, this morning she filed another year into a binding trying to tie herself closer to all she has been and all attempts to erase the bad bits fail.
    Poetry
    Memorial
    Last summer she came to the poet's circle a flash of colour, a yellow frock a crown of flowers a long necklace dangling bright earrings Knowing full well what lay ahead Today we read her last poem remembering laughter and believing as we read the final line: that she was going into the light.

Poetry
	
	
	

Poetry Is
Poetry is, because it is the natural way the breath, the rhythm the language of the body and the mind
The Challenge
A fishing trip for words: I heard tiny fishes singing words of water, water words words of rushing down the cascade bubbles flashing in morning sun words of jade, green boulders waiting gleam of grasses in the stone words of tiny eggs waiting for warmth of summer sun Water words: splash, dash, trickle, deep, I must go to the thesaurus words of ancients, poets, schemers, lies and liars, trimmers, tryers words to shudder, words to keep All these tiny hooks and hooked, all this in a stream, a brook, a river, ocean Artic sea fishes caught by seals Small boys calling caught one, on the shiny line I pull my words and scatter hooks.

 

Robin Hiersche

Poetry
	
	
      I peel the cellophane off a new cigar. Miniature lightning to precede the thunder. I go outside the box that is outside the box that encloses the box that's all around me in every tangible way, shape, and form. I am loosed— raw energy in a midnight sky. the center of my personal galaxy: my eye, my ears, my nose, my pineal gland expand beyond magnetism beyond electricity beyond sleight of hand. polar opposites attract in this weird organ and colliding, like wanton nebula, open. the mists burn off in phosphorescent heat the veil is torn in half and in half again, slowly blooming in this place of storms where there is no gravity and no wind. I crush out the cigar I need both hands to stay atop this feral beast. the box is transparent and spiraling, sharp corners rounding as it sucks in matter and spits out light. in tandem I suck in light and spit out words. flung out, I lose momentum land softly on a handy planet that smells like Earth.

	
	

      and on this page
      some interior tide has been going out for some days now and I closely observe the new life revealed in this retreat with every sense organ in my body. I float gently in sixteen inches of sun warmed water, tendrils of marine garden tickle my belly. the strange and conscious vegetables undulate as they sense my shadow small hard white rocks throw up liquid nets that catch refracted light and microscopic sustenance. something less and more than gravity plays against my weight. I do not fight or kick my feet or struggle for a breath remembering I was once born of water. And in some circadian wisdom knowing the tide always changes. When it does, light comes from just one source and my soles of my feet return to the interface of dirt and skin. I can not exactly remember how the changes came and went but rising to the surface I look down and on this page, a poem.

Poetry

Poetry
	
	

      expressed, unburdened
      some tiny shard of light, is caught in the whites of my eyes, and the empty set I identify as my soul. Without censorship I dislodge the mischievous vibration the interior commentary the flash of leprechaun gold. I ride the flow of wild ink or electricity to the source, once arriving recognize this place I have never been before.
      the light on the object, not the object itself
      I stand on the back deck over the sea and wash out my brushes full of half hardened acrylic and lost images not quite captured by anything but my imagination. A raven fifteen feet to the left of me complains, as ravens will. simultaneously, fifteen feet to the right of me an eagle trills. a hoarse bass and a shrill melody merge into thirty seconds of pure and wild music in the center of my brain. transfixed; this is the only real thing that has happened to me in thirty years. and so, deserves a poem.

 

Susan Diodati

Poetry
	
	
      Two and Fro
      Awake since two a.m. Company for dinner Weak in the knees Grab a nap Guess I'm keyed up About my book Almost done First draft The coming trip Back to Marin And the loves Left there This morning at four I was on the streets I used to walk With the dogs Broadmoor Brookside Berkeley The occasional Alameda When I arrive How will I feel? Home again? Or not?
	
	

      Wislawa
      The forms you fashion The language you design The threads The shreds The jiggling "nots" Recurring spots The fettle The mettle The onionymous pot Rubens' glandular lot The notes The tones The rhythm The rhyme The trill The skill The opus sublime

Poetry

Poetry
	
	

      Write
      Into it Out of it Do you keep on? Are you done? Is it forced? Is it fun? Time fades out Joy steps in The bloody crown And the jewel With no work What to duel?

 

Daneille Joy Linhart

Poetry
	
	
      Taking a Trip
      In another world Away from home Away from work Then again you haven't traveled anywhere Just dazing into dreams Into fantasy Into thoughts At the same time you can see what's ahead Blinded by the conversations around you Falling in to far out thoughts What are you thinking? Could it be? That you're taking a virtual trip Within your thoughts Finding yourself thinking Zoning into far out wonders I just think That we are all there Out there Somewhere thinking and thinking There it goes Starting the chain all over again It is just a never ending battle of the mind

Poetry
	
	

      Simple
      A blank page With no lines A black pen With no cap to cover it A letter Just saying "I Love You" A song With the same chorus A conversation With only one word answers A pretty girl With no make-up to cover her face A fancy car With no power windows A great job With a bad salary A big house With just the necessary furniture A poem With one verse

 

Blake More

Poetry
	
	
      COSMOS—skyeye
      after a fit of cartwheels I tumble onto our meadow the twilight expanse wobbles drawing my eyes along edges of the cobalt net that keeps me from flying into black I watch an invisible wheel etch diamonds into patterns along memories fed by the born and dying the poets and insane I long to pull the gleaming shards into an unbroken blanket of light sleep in brilliance until I wake up dreaming my story merged so only volumes of breath remain this body is a prison it is a temple I cannot keep myself away from longing for warm hands and the far away sky that looks at you the way it looks at me my hunger sticks to everything like lily pollen in the wings of hummingbirds I was home sick yesterday vulnerable, like always begging for answers then today came, I remembered cracks in the surges of mystery how to step in between and buy bananas and avocados jupiter hovers above scorpio blue and big pale spiral silent alongside reminding that it is me who taunts tortures with relentless restlessness the need to know greater than the need for love but how do the star filled legs see me do they know I long to throw my body into the river of light swim their mysterious depths until questions no longer matter only the ledges of my mind keep me here stop me from lifting out of this body unspooling my soul into the coil a star darts across the black and I give in willing never to sure dazed but not confused how far, how close can I get and still remain?
      Poetry

      Hear more from Blake at Cartwheels on the Sky

Poetry
	
	

      Notes from a Jazz Geshia, Tokyo
      jazz erupted into me molten and controlled like unrequitable love those early encounters at the Blue Note with Toyohisa, with myself an unexpected hand lifting me from the boroughs of jane's addiction nirvana soup dragon cramps blasting from a tinny boom box living beside me in the six-tatami mat room up the steps of the wooden house circled by plum trees and birds heady miles from the 3am thump thump dub house sweat of a Roppongi nightclub or the intermittent voicings of an unseen woman warning something grave and indecipherable from the loud speakers looming above the subway platforms that first time, descending the stairs into dark smoke cerulean light, the chatter and clatter of expectation of a new world of sound within sounds that were not my own sounds that belonged to him even when he whispered in French the heat of his words on my check telling me how jazz found him in Paris like it would soon find me here sitting beside him vous etes tres belle c'est parfait and then it came the hush the sound the heartbeat we were in Manhattan Chicago Minato-ku I was nowhere faces waved and swayed chords wrapped themselves around me pulled me into a trance I have never come out of mad Sakuragaoka songs of the yakimo man moto wasabi kudasai wakarimasu he insists on taking me back month after month to hear window poster men play on the narrow stage names I know nothing about it is school, he tells me in a jumble of language a real school where artists find the secrets inside themselves I call it jazz scholarship our nights of sushi, sake and eyes glazed to make more room for music even now, those wild notes linger conjure distant images the rise of Fujisan on a winter day pink blossoms carpeting a sidewalk tiny woman in flowered silk on her knees rolling up our futons to serve a breakfast of miso and fish and seaweed on the low lacquer table all floating upward and into me while driving concrete and coast 60 mile per hour fragments of Chick Corea, Stanley Clark, Herbie Hancock fervent peace rolled into rush and drone unrelenting expression stirred like my soul a living jazz ghost on a tokonoma of time ears forever opened at last

Poetry
	
	
no where to bury my head?
I live with a man who insists on conspiracy makes sound, researched, referenced, cross-referenced doomsday declarations ad nauseam I've taught myself to say, yes honey, I don't want to talk about it and kiss him like a boo boo, my words strangely disembodied a mother telling her son she doesn't want to know about the three-headed vampire CEO lurking under his bed because there really isn't anything she can do about it here, have a snickerdoodle wash it down with beer, I'm going to go stand on my head again contemplate how I've scaled mount irony become a fact-stifling poet enthroned on her zafu ignoring the maw in the vista before me I sit silent, lock on the scarlet lily bowing at the ground as another F36 dives upward overhead jukes the one hurtling toward sea and I think inside, as I dare not encourage the nearby presence hmmm…there goes another 30 mil burning 3 grand a piece…. just think instead of that one sortie, our library could keep its usual hours for the rest of the year the office of education needn't rip poets away from the county's classrooms the lady down the street could have her prescription filled perhaps it is as too many I know insist that those humans up there are seeding the clouds conjuring another odd June thunderstorm their long white tails painting the sky with lightening in a replay of last year's disaster, the drought even the cynical paranoid, a growing, homegrown breed I cannot escape, they ambush me at the post office, the only café, the market, the bar stuffing me silly with veritable stew apocalyptic mouths in perpetual motion a nice conversation about our vegetable gardens becomes a giddy-with-Amy-Goodman diatribe on how the corporate government aims to wipe out the underground economy this swath of California is known for eliminate the fisher-people, the garden and trees as well grape fantasies and godzilla houses and motor homes and helicopters and septic laws stomping out our simple way of life to serve the wealthiest few who are closing parks, increasing the fees, circling the tanks… enough! what can I do? I'm tired of honking at the Cruise America behemoth that only uses turn-outs when it is time to set up the barbeque I'm over penning letters to recent transplants who tell the editor Gualala needs a 24-hour Safeway much more than the two family markets that have served the people here for decades I must think positive, imagine a parallel world say an affirmation does the Hindu prophecy about how humans will build skyscrapers so more can die at once count in this direction? I wish such thoughts would vibrate out of earshot, eyesight, consciousness and for a moment, even a day, a week, they do whether laying momentarily satisfied in bed lost in strands of violin pulling a parsnip from dirt it's just me and the sky and my heartbeat and the glorious breath moving in and out so why do I turn on the radio so damn bloody smart these people telling us how wrong everything about the system is local, state, national, international hopeless in our groaning knowledge of hopelessness solidarity each victory a finger in the onslaught of collapse emails come, I sign petitions, receive another form letter in return find myself bombarded by even more requests and what is there to do take the streets or bare witness consciously, annoyedly, head-in-the-sandedly make the world, my world, our world a world I can touch a world I can teach the world I believe

Poetry
	
	
      deer lights
      just two of us returning from the Casper Inn after a playful night of flirting young bucks both women unrelenting to the chase though staying too long for old ladies in their almost forties who had to get up the next day now driving home near the hour when dark blushes the coast range stands quiet breathing in the sweet air from yesterday's rain as we approach the final hairpin into town our mouths woven into one recapping the stories, repeating favorites, laughing making promises to go out more often "I wish the sun would hurry up", I say and she agrees, reminding of our many shared daybreaks it would be a fitting finish suddenly not one but two suns on the road startled and tender staring up from the double yellow line not at us exactly but into us the three point rack holding the head high so a red creek trickled from mouth to asphalt without speaking I drive around the massive obstacle pull into the dirt shoulder a few yards up we turn and look at each other "we've got to get him off the road" neither of us say but we get of the car walk north to where the creature lay our flashlights in hand ready to alert oncoming drivers to our presence I greet the crimson-crusted face stroke behind its ears and whisper, I'm sorry buddy, what a shame for you cooing comforts as any nightingale must the words, serves you right, deer f#@%er for eating all my plants don't come to mind amid the slow suffering of inevitable death and entrails slumped onto the highway she grabs the back legs and pulls pulling until it becomes obvious she needs the strength of two so we each take a hoof and drag drag the great old buck into the ditch till the road holds nothing but a dark stain for school mothers and fisherman and construction workers to run over when their morning comes no gun, no knife only a shovel in the trunk we flip a coin to decide who will put out the suns

 

Georgia Jones

Poetry
	
	
      Glimmer
      sound of a word from the edge of my eye a glint of light syllable a sigh any of these might turn out to be glimmer of something like poetry
      Poetry
      Purfect
      fur collars perfect plums cantaloupe with scent that brings noses from aisle 19 We all want love Lean in to the compliment Even if we don't believe To be loved Approved Stamped choice Or chosen We want love no spots on our spots no blemishes character flaws show on body face and line even if we don't believe we want words to come easily pictures bright senses stopped cold in our light we lean in ask for more cantaloupe perfect plums collars of fur our senses purr

Poetry
	
	

      There Be Thorns
      I sit down to write pen in hand My plan? to artfully create nature communicate, punctuate, re-create… pen dipped in strawberry jam I start It's red is spread too thin a dribble here a scribble there dip again begin dip again My pen carelessly crafting sugar castles words crystallize on paper shatter there pale reflection in saccharined fragments Round my pot of jam a bee pretty pollinator stuck now to the rim while further down greedy fly has plunged right in across My page ants in military lines march boldly on to mock my rhymes- Irritated stroke of hand scatters pot, pen, predilection. I sit down to write again New pen thorns, truth, and imperfection.
from her new book
Memorable Seasons

 

Irma Hudson

Poetry
	
	
      Language Magic
      Each word a fixed point that brings meaning to the scheme of things as the poet changes, rearranges, gives a brand new idea wings.
      Poetry

Poetry
	
	

      Poems
      capture patterns unseen by any eye.

 


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Virtual World

Looking for Answers

Google has long dominated the search engine scene. About 65% of US searches are currently being done on Google, and I use it often, marveling at the millions of results it gives. Probably you do too.

Bing is a new search engine introduced recently by Microsoft as a competitor to Google. It claims to be a decision engine, giving more relevant and organized results. It is replacing Microsoft Live Search and Yahoo search and is out to give Google some serious competition. This has created tremendous excitement in many places, from the New York Times to PC Magazine. The two engines seem to be running neck to neck, with some commentators preferring newcomer Bing and others concluding that tried-and-true Google is better.

Just for fun, I tried a simple search on "answer life universe" on each search engine. Google found over 3 million results, Bing over 14 million! Bing's sidebar of related searches provided the suggestion "answer life universe everything" which also points to Douglas Adam's famous question: What is the answer to life, the universe and everything? The answer, of course, is 42.

Blackdog has made it possible to do a direct comparison of these two. You can type in search terms and see both results side by side. That can give you a real feel whether you prefer one over the other. A great way to determine if one does better than the other for your searches. I haven't seen much difference so far.

These two big names are not the only games in town. The Search Engine List shows a lot of tools available for searching. Try some. My favorites are the visual search engine Kartoo, which gives results as mindmaps, and Wolfram Alpha, which I discussed in last month's Flights.

There are lots and lots of ways to find answers on the Internet. What's your favorite?

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Baby Bug

My How Fast They Grow Up

 

Emily just had another birthday and we thought a little look back at both Joel and Emily would be a very poetic way to celebrate our Poetry Extravaganza for August.

 

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Child Care

Encouraging Creativity At Day Care

The safety and well being of the kids at our day care is our primary responsibility as providers. Although we may often feel as though we are merely umpiring bedlam we are not simply caretakers but facilitators, charged with the important task of developing every aspect of these growing individuals. Encouraging creativity and imagination is a vital aspect of this facilitation role. Children are guaranteed a richer and more complete life if we have opened the door to multiple creative outlets. Here are some pointers on opening those doors.

Kids will learn to grow and appreciate the arts, culture and beauty following even small amounts of exposure to same. When possible arrange brief visits to the art gallery, museum or craft fair so that kids get an overview of different forms of art. Introduce music to the curriculum by playing different styles of music and have the kids dance and move about plus arrange trips to see plays and musical performances. Get out on nature walks to show the kids first hand the natural beauty surrounding them, introduce sand and water for experimental play and discover the multitude of creative activities available in the kitchen. Reading is vital and should be encouraged. Stories at story time can become rambling yarns that become plays that take on a life of their own. No limits!

Kids have a natural, inbuilt love of music. Get the musical instruments out (improvise with household items if necessary), let them rock out (suffer the headacheits a good cause!). Get a sing song going and make up new words, act out the songs and help make music come alive as an organic, malleable instrument. The subsequent endeavors may well be dubious (songs that are vaguely punk rockish rather than melodious, artistic attempts that resemble puke) but all expression should be praised and discussed.

Creative play tends towards the messy end of the scale.let it be so. Order is not a concept that sits well with creative spirits so, difficult though it may be to see your impeccable playroom descend into chaos, try to rise above it. You can attempt to minimize some of the damage by using aprons, laying newspaper or spreading a tarp.Let them off with their creative processes and dont try to direct their efforts. Every work of art is personal and meaningful and should be the direct result of freedom of expression, even for toddlers. Ask questions, encourage discussion, help with a particular process should they ask and never criticize.

The benefits of creative and imaginative play are many and wondrous. Children feel unthreatened in imaginary situations and are more likely to experiment with their verbal skills. Role play can encourage them to express worries or fears and can also thus leading to active problem solving. Creativity can help unlock hitherto untapped talents leading to increased confidence in a child. Most importantly, boredom becomes a thing of the past when the magical kingdom of the imagination has been unlocked.

 

As a day care owner Fiona Lohrenz has extensive experience of childcare which she writes about on her website. She has also used this knowledge to produce a 'Start a Daycare Business' DVD guide: Starting A Daycare You can find her at her Day Care focused website.

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Lynn Andrews
The Key to Glorious Living

 

"Most people invite the guests, and furnish themselves as the meal." What do these words mean to you?

Many years ago, I was standing in a beautiful valley in the far north of Canada with my teachers Agnes Whistling Elk and Ruby Plenty Chiefs, elder shaman women, talking about fears and especially the fear of being seen as unworthy. Agnes said to me,

    "Lynn, fears always manifest themselves to the one who creates them. When you have many fears around you, you become heavy. But without your food-gift of energy, the fear entities would waste away and perish."

I think of her words often in my work, especially at this time of year when so many homes are filled with the laughter and aromas of back yard barbeques and gatherings of friends. Yet so often, what begins as a celebration of friendship and fun turns into an exhausting journey of self-doubt and self-criticism that can leave you drained for days.

As you prepare your home to receive guests, you suddenly see scratches, dings and little blemishes that you've lived with happily for months, maybe even years. So you go shopping for new things that you don't really need (and sometimes don't even like) with money you probably shouldn't spend to cover imperfections in your home that nobody is really going to notice.

We've all done it. We plan our menus from our most fabulous cooking and then find ourselves standing in the supermarket saying, "What if this dish isn't really as good as my family thinks it is? What if somebody doesn't like it? Maybe I should make something else, or better yet, I'll make a whole variety of things. That way people can pick and choose."

Then you go home to start cooking and drive yourself into an absolute frenzy, trying to make too many things in too little time, worrying that the kids are going to mess up their bedrooms or worse yet, leave their shoes by the front door and their socks in the hall, as if no other kid on the planet has ever done that. You dash from room to room, making an inventory of everything you think needs to be fixed before the doorbell rings and then fret that you might have missed the timer and something is burning on the stove.

By the time the doorbell rings, you are exhausted, and then you spend the entire evening apologizing for the sauce that you didn't make because you grabbed the wrong spice at the store, or pointing out the scratch on the coffee table that you've already covered with a vase of flowers, just in case somebody might notice it anyway.

You've invited company and served yourself as the meal, and by the time everybody goes home you feel like a limp dishrag.

Why do we do that to ourselves?

It's good to put our own personal world on its best behavior once in a while, even though there's always something that is not going to go as planned. Some of the best times we've ever had have probably come when the oven malfunctioned and the turkey was almost raw, or the cat that was supposed to be locked in the closet knocked the salad on the floor and then flew through the gravy trying to escape, and everybody had to come together to pool their laughter and their talent to bring the evening back from the brink of disaster … as long as it happens in somebody else's home, right?

Why do we get so caught up in the need for 'perfection' that we panic and allow our fears of our own inadequacy to take over and blind us completely to the great gift of friendship in our lives? Our friends don't come over to inspect our homes or grade our culinary abilities. They come over to be with us, to celebrate with us the things that we've chosen to celebrate in our lives, including the blasted cat. But we forget that so easily.

Did you know that it's really not necessary to go to bed completely drained after a night of entertaining friends? It's always going to be exhausting; that's what happens when you add so much to one simple evening in your home.

But there are two kinds of tired. There's good tired, and there's bad tired. When you put yourself in service to your fears, you end up bad tired. When you put yourself in service to what you perceive are your inadequacies, finding them everywhere you turn and feeding them with every thought, you are always going to come away drained beyond the point of exhaustion.

When you put yourself in service to your friendships, on the other hand, a wholly different dynamic is created. You put yourself in service to your creativity and your love for what you are doing, the people for whom you are doing it even if you really don't like to cook, and you soon discover that even though you may have worn yourself out, you've never felt so good.

You ready your home, not with an eye to making it 'perfect' (which it's never going to be if people really live there) or so you won't be 'judged' (by whom? you're the only one who's judging, everyone else is just coming to dinner). You ready your home because it makes you feel good to see it shine. You cook, not with the thought of being looked upon as the culinary wizard on the block but because you really care about the people who are coming over. Even on those occasions that you're not so fond of the people who are coming over, maybe it's the boss who's not so nice or your son's baseball coach whom you don't know at all but this is important to your son, you care about the reasons for hosting the dinner in the first place, so you make what you care about your focus.

You take the spotlight off yourself and your judgments and your fears and you put it on caring for the world around you, and the evening becomes uplifting no matter how much is involved. Do what you do with loving care, love for yourself, love for the opportunity to care for others, love for cooking, love for this beautiful home you've created. Find something about what you are doing to love and then put your love into everything that you do.

So often we coax our fears. There's a funny thing about coaxing your fears: the fears are sure to follow. So when you find yourself getting caught up in judgment, self-judgment and inadequacy, fears of any sort, quit coaxing them. Instead, find something to love about whatever it is you are doing and put yourself in service to that love.

Therein lies the key to glorious living: Find a way to do everything that you do with loving care. You will be amazed at how wonderful life really is.

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Eliminate Stress Eating with Self Love to Lose Weight and Feel Good About You

Eliminate stress eating to lose weight requires self love among other characteristics. The concept of an overweight person loving oneself is an alien concept and is sure to confuse. Why? It is simply because those suffering from being overweight have learned to "Hate" their overweight condition and their overweight bodies. They use the hate to justify the diet, yet long term the diet doesn't work as 95% of those who lose weight gain it all back.

Total success in losing weight and managing one's eating habits requires love of self. Yes, love of that spare tire around the tummy. Without self love it's practically impossible to master emotional eating and feel good about you.

The fear though is that if one loves his/her spare tire, then he/she won't do anything to get rid of it. The inability to resolve this dichotomy keeps millions overweight.

Why love? Look at those excess pounds as a child crying for help. And this isn't so far from reality for it's the child within each of us that gains the weight. The parent in us would keep us underweight, but the child indulges.

A lot is to be learned about the child from where the weight is stored on one's body. A child that lacks courage to deal with life's challenges will store weight in the stomach and abdominal area. Rather than get upset with the child, the best way to deal with a child is to nurture. So if you retain your weight in the midsection, it's more appropriate to look at your life situations where you are short on courage, acknowledge this as you goal (gain more courage in dealing with __________) and send love to your child and you now have the key to losing weight in your stomach region.

The child who stores weight in one's legs has a direction problem in life. Taking steps to achieve a goal/s is the issue, whether it be steps to end a relationship or steps to start a new career.

The child who stores weight in one's buttocks has a support issue—for instance, it could be a fear of asking others for support. They may feel that they are very much alone in this life.

The child who stores weight in the chest area has a compassion issue. This is the heart center and weight here blocks one's ability to experience compassion. And often it's compassion for self in that they are more demanding of themselves than they are of others.

The child who stores weight in the arms has an issue with reaching for and grasping what they want in life.

The child who stores weight in the neck area has an issue with flexibility of direction. It's like they have blinders on and can only look in one direction.

The child who stores weight in the facial area has communication issues with others.

If you get the gist of this, you will be far better off nurturing the child in building confidence, flexibility, compassion, stamina (oh that's the back area), support, options, self esteem... than you will be with using self putdowns.

Send an ounce of love to those excess pounds and it will dissolve ten pounds. Do this and you'll be ready to embrace the emotions that contribute to the fears of being flexible, confident, compassionate, asking for support...

A progressive approach to eliminate stress eating involves asking important questions "What is missing? Why are you not getting the results you've been promised from the experts you've consulted and the books you've read?" It is clearly insane to keep dieting and using techniques to deal with your eating habits when the results are so poor. It's more important to gain a grasp on how to love oneself--every pound of oneself than it is to read the scale. Besides focusing on the scale doesn't empower you to be a better more enlightened person, whereas learning how to overcome emotional eating empowers you in all aspects of your life. If you're a beautician, you'll be a better beautician. If you're a contractor, you'll be a better contractor; a mother, a better mother... Overall, you'll build self worth and find that what you really want to eat is far more nutritious and less in quantity than you ever before imagined possible.

 

Visit Richard Kuhns B.S.Ch.E., NGH certified, this new year. He is a prominent figure in the field of hypnosis with his best selling hypnosis and stress management cds at http://www.DStressDoc.com and http://www.PanicBusters.com. His aim is to make it possible for anyone to manage emotional binge eating. For more information please visit www.dstressdoc.com/BingeEatingEbook.htm

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THIS MONTH:

Poetry Corner  Poetry

Poetry
	
	

      Keep the Faith
      The world is coming down Your heart is breaking Alone is what you are feeling No satisfaction from someone you love The sun will shine Through the deep smog You can call it your life The stars will come out From that dark never ending night Promotions to come Raise's to follow No more madness to swallow Open your mind You will find Much happiness to come Remember Don't let the man get you down Keep the faith It will all work out
Danielle Joy Linhart

 

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Fly Away

Out of the Clear… But then What?
from Danielle Joy Linhart

Being in an abusive relationship is kind of a routine after awhile. A cycle that becomes a normal relationship on the inside, but when looking at it on the outside it looks quite scary and abnormal. We always talk about getting out of that and YES it is the hardest part… I know I was there, but what about after that? What about finally getting out that bad relationship and dealing with Side Effects.

Some teens don't have the guidance to know what the next step is after the relationship is over. In my case it has been 10 years and I am finally getting the help I need and it has been quite rough at times. At the same time it feel as though the biggest weight has been lifted off of my back, the hatred, the sadness, the self hate and regret being scratched off my back. Teenagers are so vulnerable and absorb so much with emotional abuse and need that emotional healing after an abusive relationship. It is so essential to get help and comfort afterward not only to break the bad cycle but to start a new healthy one, to get out of the sadness, self blaming and regret. Turn that around into healing, confidence, and happiness. For years I have been blaming myself for letting someone abuse me and I know I am not alone in this, so I can't stress enough how important it is to speak someone professionally about the abusive relationship and let it out. Of course, It will be hard to overcome and discuss, but well worth it in the end. There are group organizations, online resources, books to consider to make recovery an even easier road.

I would like to take this time to discuss the side effects of Teen Dating Abuse. First I would like to say that it is most common cause of injury in women in the United States. The head, the face, the neck, chest, breasts and stomach are the area's most frequently injured. The longer she stays in the relationship then more side effects can arise such as:

  • Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
  • Depression
  • Chronic Headache and Neck Pain
  • Possible Sexually Transmitted Disease
  • Irritable Bowel Syndrome
  • Panic Attacks
  • Alcoholism and Drug Addiction
  • Bi-Polar Disorder

This is just some of the side effects that can occur after an abusive relationship that is a cause of concern. Because of all of the great recourses out there, help is just a hand shake away. You just have to want to feel better and be true to yourself. Whether it's a book, a website or a person the help is there for a bright future. I feel lucky each and every day to have had support around me, but being mentally strong is the key "To being True to Oneself".

Danielle Joy Linhart is the author of From Deep Within A portion of the proceeds from her book will be donated to LoveIsRespect.org

 

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Winnie Owens ~ Following her heart

 

Winnie was an early guest of Dottie Moore on her LadybugLive program, "The Gallery—Creative Traces". Her pottery and masks, a complex mix of African and American traditions, are beautiful to see and her interview with Dottie gave an interesting look into the mixture that makes an artist.

  • You can see this display and listen to the interview: Winnie Owens-Hart, contemporary American and traditional African ceramics

    Over three decades of national and international exhibitions;In the collection of the Smithsonianƒ­s Renwick Gallery; Extensive experience in foundations studies, art education and consultation; Instruction in the areas of ceramics: on & off the wheel and three dimensional concepts. Consistent research and development of ceramic techniques and educational materials; Research in ceramics occupational health and safety; Administrative experience in program design and curriculum development; Experience in the development, implementation, and supervision of ceramic cottage industry projects in developing countries; Curatorial experience recently including "Reconstructing the Shards", an exhibition of African American ceramists historical and contemporary.

    Winnie is the founder of the Ile Amo Research Center dedicated to aboriginal ceramics. She is also founder and original imaginer of the Women's Pottery House, and it is in that capacity that we want to tell you more about her here.

     

    This is my thinking (and I envision this all over West Africa). In each remote village I build and modestly equip a Woman's Potters House, active solar (no more health damage from the use of kerosene) and a safe water supply. The driving mission is to preserve traditional African Ceramics. It is the oldest pottery (yes, older than Japanese...although the west and east will never admit the truth) and we need to hold fast to and preserve every inch of our ancestral accomplishments. I can only manage this in clay.

      I select a young female potter from each village to be trained in technical ceramics by one of the universities. That woman agrees, in exchange for the training, to return and run the Woman's Potters House.

      To make money, the women will produce modern clay products like dishes, tiles (wall and roof, accessories for hotels, etc) for 3 days per week the other 3 days they continue to produce traditional pottery. I will also try to secure a tourist market for those women's traditional works.

    I think this will work. At least I will try over the next few years to get one house each established in Nigeria and Ghana to stand as demonstration houses. I fully anticipate that what will also happen is that these houses will become education arts/retail centers for these women. The one I send to college will teach others at this facility. They will be taught the Business of Ceramics—marketing in a contemporary setting as well as continuing their traditional marketing methods.

    I see their successes positively benefiting the entire community because we will need others to transport raw materials and finished products.

    I do not know where this will lead but too many people have taken resources—cultural and physical, raping this land and the people for too long. This is not a "missionary" effort on my part.

    this effort has a two-sided reward for me: In helping my traditional sisters to maintain a craft that several hundreds of years old I have living evidence of my own ancestors contributions to the field of world ceramics. At the same time I will feel as though I have helped my contemporary sisters to thrive, as I do through teaching and making of ceramics in America.

    Once the first two, demonstration, houses are a success and we use them to work out the bugs in the process they can be used as prototypes for the entire continent where woman's crafts/ceramics financially support women and their children. The net result is in their earning a living; improving their quality of life while preserving a valuable cultural component to the overall picture of the history of African art and culture.

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    My first teacher in Nigeria who I had been told had died. It was an OVERWHELMING feeling when I saw her. I wept uncontrollably!
    Alice, my 1st Ipetumodu teacher on my left and her daughter, Nike on my right.
    I tried to get trained by Potter for Peace on the construction of the clay water filer systems but that did not work out before I left. So that will have to be the first order of business when I return before my next trip back to West Africa.
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    Me in the village of Kuli in Ghana.
    The faculty at Owolowo University, Nigeria
    My main mission is to see if I can set up a small pottery Women's center in the village in Nigeria and Ghana. Not bigger than 25X25 feet, active solar and some safe drinking water source (well, etc.)
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    Me in the middle of my land with the house foundation being laid out.

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    Beatrice Spreadmoore's Financial World

    We Are On The Edge

    Sending robots to war

    Sidebar

    Before we discuss this months topic we will begin with a short contribution to this months theme - POETRY. This poetry was generated by robots.

    Robot Mice

    Mama, mama, peter poisoned the robot mice
    that’s a sin, a real sin
    he’ll go to hell won’t he?
    The bogey man will get him and eat his brains.
    His mother paused in lecturing the robot vacuum cleaner
    and thought ...
    I hate robot mice this is inconsistent with the robot edict
    yet
    primal
    like lecturing the domestics.
    Look how they simulate humility
    eyes cast down, shoulders rounded in silence
    almost as good as a real slave.

    Free from emotional strife, free from anxiety,
    low self-esteem, holy anger, righteous indignation,
    free from fate, from destiny, from necessity,
    freed from irrationality, from indecision, from
    despair and depression, free from fear, from sin,
    from cowardice, free from a sense of obligation,
    from jealousy or envy, free from indebtedness,
    free from despondence, free morality
    and ethics.
    We had a back-to-nature weekend because
    our household robots went on a religious
    retreat. When they returned on Sunday evening,
    the toaster exclaimed: "I come from the sea just
    like you!" before it plugged itself into the socket
    under the cupboard. My wife, who has never
    quite trusted robots, said: "I told you giving
    them the vote was a bad idea." I shrugged and
    had to tell the dryer later that night that it
    wasn't allowed to sleep in our bed anymore.

     

     

    Terminators: Robot warriors are no longer scy-fy.

    43 countries are developing a military robot, including Russia and China. And it is fast becoming an arms race. 

    12,000 lethal military robots are currently deployed in Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan. Smart missiles, rolling robots, and flying drones currently controlled by humans, are being used on the battlefield, more every day. They can fly, they can swim, they can spit out 550 high-explosive shells a minute. Some other robots currently in production are the Wasp, a tiny flying spy, the Cormorant and PANDA, water born robots, currently used to track pirates. There are also sentry robots such as SGRA1 patrolling in pillbox's on the Gaza border.

    In an initial test the auto-loading feature of the SWORD jammed and began spinning in a 360 degree arc. This software glitch has been corrected and we have moved on. However, these robotic warriors still can't tell the difference between an apple and a watermelon, or for that matter the difference between a Italian solder and a child. As these robots are being perfected companies such as Qinetiq have humanoid military robots in the pipeline

    talon preditor hoverbot.

             TALON                                   PREDITOR                                  HOVERBOT                

    warrior

                  SWORD                                 WARRIOR                MAARS

     

    The deployment of these robots raises fears about what will happen when increasingly advanced military robots become autonomous and able to make decisions on their own. Most robot soldiers are operated by humans who is responsible for each move. One U.S. military proposal clearly states: "Fully autonomous engagement without human intervention should be considered, both lethal and non-lethal." But what happens when humans are taken out of the loop, and robots are left to make decisions, like who to kill or what to bomb, on their own?

    Effectiveness of the robots

    Eleven out of the top 20 Taliban leaders have been killed by robot drones. But how many innocent people have been killed in the process? We are experimenting to see whether we can embed the laws of war and the rules of engagement into an autonomous robot soldier. The impetus to do this is political.

    Making robot warriors autonomous

    To understand the process that will lead us to autonomous robots we need some background.

    Ronald Arkin, a professor of computer science at Georgia Tech works with Pentagon technology and is in the first stages of developing an "ethical governor," a package of software and hardware that tells robots when and what to fire. Arkin's ethical governor is currently planned for a traditional war where civilians have been evacuated from the war zone and anyone pointing a weapon at U.S./allied troops can be considered a target. This program also includes the use of robots who will act as multi-robot pursuit systems.

    Arkin's challenge is to translate the 150-plus years of codified, written military law into terms that robots can understand and interpret themselves. In many ways, creating an independent war robot is easier than many other types of artificial intelligence because the laws of war have existed for over 150 years and are clearly stated in treaties. "We tell soldiers what is right and wrong," said Arkin. "We don't allow soldiers to develop ethics on their own." So why not robots.

    A bottom-up approach, where robots learn the rules of war and make their own judgment is a better scenario, in the opinion of some experts. The problem with the bottom-up approach is that the technology doesn't yet exist, and likely won't for another 50 years

    The beginning of robots

    Robotics is a branch of engineering and began as a concept in the 1940's. In 1958 the first industrial robot was constructed by Engelberger, who called his robot "Unimate". Technologists of the 1950s appropriated the term robot to refer to machines controlled by programs. the current definition of robots states that robots exhibit three key elements:

    • programmability, implying computational or symbol- manipulative capabilities that a designer can combine as desired (a robot is a computer);
    • mechanical capability, enabling it to act on its environment rather than merely function as a data processing or computational device (a robot is a machine); and
    • flexibility, in that it can operate using a range of programs and manipulate and transport materials in a variety of ways.

    Using this definition we can define a robot as either a computer- enhanced machine or as a computer with sophisticated input/output devices.

    Three laws of robotics

    The Three Laws are a set of three rules which almost all positronic robots must obey. Positrnic robots are assumed to have brains that are central computers for robots and, in some unspecified way, to provide it with a form of consciousness recognizable to humans. The three laws, defined by Isaac Asimov, are stated as follows:

    1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
    2. A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
    3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

    In 1950 an additional law, the Zeroth law, which states a robot may not injure humanity, or, through inaction, allow humanity to come to harm. This introduces the term humanity.

    The Impact of robots

    Robots offers us benefits such as high reliability, accuracy, and speed of operation and low costs of computerized machines resulting in high productivity.This lets humans avoid mundane work and exposure to dangerous situations. Robots can be used in hostile and dangerous places.

    However, there are consequences. Robots might directly or indirectly harm humans or property. The damage could be accidental or result from human instructions. Indirect harm could happen to human workers, since the application of robots generally results in job redefinition and sometimes in job loss.

    During the 1980s, the scope of information technology applications (robots) and their impact on people increased dramatically. Control systems are examples of systems that already act directly and with great power in manufacturing applications. Consider computer integrated manufacturing, just- in- time logistics, and automated warehousing systems. Even data processing systems have become integrated into organizations' operations and control the ability of operations- level staff to integrate a machine's decisions and conclusions. Many of today's computer systems can be demonstrated to be robotic in nature.

    Asimov's original laws (see above) provide that robots are to be slaves to humans (the second law). However, this role is over ridden by the higher-order first law, which precludes robots from injuring a human, either by their own autonomous action or by following a human's instructions. This stops them from continuing with a programmed activity when doing so would result in human injury. It also prevents their being used as a tool or accomplice in battery, murder, self- mutilation, or suicide.

    The third and lowest level law creates a robotic survival instinct. This ensures that, in the absence of conflict with a higher order law, a robot will

    • try to avoid its own destruction;
    • defend itself against attack by another robot or robots;
    • defend itself against attack by any human.

    Since at this time robots are not God like and can fail in its efforts to save itself. In addition to being fallible, the first law ensures that the robot's survival instinct fails if self- defense would result in injury to any human. So, then how could robots defend themselves from destruction if attacked by a human? To successfully defend themselves against humans, they would have to be provided with sufficient speed and dexterity so as not to impose injuries to a human.

    As a result of the second law, a robot would seem to be required to comply with a human order to not resist being destroyed or dismantled. As a result of the first rule the order to self- destruct does not have to be obeyed if obedience would cause harm to a human. In addition, a robot would generally not be prevented from seeking clarification of the order.

    These apparent inconsistencies point out the laws' primary role as a literary device intended to support a series of stories about robot behavior.

    Asimov's suggested a provision for building the Laws into a positronic brain circuitry to make sure that they are prevented from disobeying them. Because the laws are built in to the machine's design, it should not be possible for the robot to consider breaking them.

    Experimenting with the laws

    Over time the laws have been examined and experimented with. A first step towards building a robot soldier that could make the decision to kill a human on the battlefield. Some key topics include:

    • The ability of a robot to distinguish robots from humans. It must be able to recognize an order and distinguish it from a request. It must "understand" the concept of its own existence, a capability that has eluded mankind, although it may be simpler for robots.
    • How will a robot define injury and harm including the distinctions between death, mortal danger, and injury or harm that is not life-threatening? Also, there is psychological harm. Any robot given, or developing, an awareness of human feelings must evaluate injury and harm in psychological as well as physical terms.
    • How will a robot is interpret the term human? This is critical because it could lead to a robot being manipulated, circumventing the first law. Also, it could be possible for robots to ultimately be defined as human. An example might be the nature of the argument that the prosthetization of humans leads inevitably to the humanization of robots.

    Over time the first law has been extended from protecting individual humans to protecting humanity as a whole. This has been termed the Zeroth law. This placed humanity's interests above those of any individual while retaining a high value on individual human life. This law will lead future robots must seriously consider whether they can harm a human to save humanity.

    This modification of the law has prevented a robot from modifying the laws at some time in the future. If a robot perceives a threat to mankind, because of the Zeroth law, it concludes, Humanity as a whole is more important than a single human being. There is a law that is greater than the First Law: A robot may not injure humanity, or through inaction, allow humanity to come to harm.

    The problems facing the development of robot warriors

    The practicability of embedding some appropriate set of general laws into robotic designs. (redefining humanity)

    Recognition of stakeholder interests

    The Laws of Robotics do not designate any class of humans (not even a robot's owner) as more deserving of protection or obedience than another. Even though a human might establish this kind of a relationship by command, the laws give such a command no special status: any other human could reverse it.

    The laws contrast with our ideas about a robot, whose owner is assumed to be its primary beneficiary. An organization shapes a robots design and use for its own benefit. During the last few decades users have been given greater consideration in terms of both the human- machine interface and participation in system development. But that trend has been justified by the better returns the organization can get from its information technology investment rather than by any idea that users are stakeholders with a legitimate voice in decision making.

    In this era of information technology/robots, engineers need to consider:

    • identification of stakeholders and how they are affected;
    • prior consultation with stakeholders;
    • quality assurance standards for design, manufacture, use, and maintenance;
    • liability for harm resulting from either malfunction or use in conformance with the designer's intentions; and
    • complaint- handling and dispute- resolution procedures.

    Once any standards are defined, legal bodies throughout the world will need to establish enforcement procedures.

    Because of this research the interests of people affected by modern robots have been gaining recognition. The impact of this trend is to move toward more global standards that will apply to major information technology applications.

    Closed system versus open system thinking

    Computer based systems no longer are made up of independent machines each serving a single location. The joining of computing with telecommunications has produced multi component systems designed to support all elements of a widely dispersed organization and functional integration increasingly occurs across corporate boundaries. Consider how personal computers are being used to time share calculating power for research.

    When systems have multiple components, linkages to other systems, and sophisticated sensory and motor capabilities, the scope needed for understanding and resolving problems is much broader than for a simple hardware/software machine. Human activities must be perceived as part of the system. General systems thinking leads information technologists to recognize that relativity and change must he included. Complex systems must be able to adapt.

    Blind acceptance of technological and other imperatives

    A utilitarian society, such as the U.S. seldom challenges the presumption that what can be done should be done and tends to follow where the technological capabilities lead.

    • Related tendencies include the economic imperative (what can be done more efficiently should be)
    • The marketing imperative (any effective demand should be met). Recently another tendency
    • The information imperative, has appeared. This includes the dominance of administrative efficiency, information richness, and rational decision making. However, the collection of personal data has become so pervasive that citizens and employees have begun to object.

    The greater a technology's potential to promote change, the more carefully a society should consider the hidden effects of technology.

    Human acceptance of robots

    We tend to develop an affection for robots, particularly robots that resemble humans.

    Nonhuman forms, such as conventional industrial robots and large, highly dispersed robotic systems (such as warehouse managers. ATMs, and EFT/POS systems) would seem less likely to gain our affection. However, several studies have found a high degree of identification by humans with computers, including systems that don't have robotic capabilities.

    It seems that we must be continually reminded that the capabilities of hardware/software components are limited:

    • they contain many inherent assumptions;
    • they are not flexible enough to cope with all of the exceptions that show up;
    • they do not adapt to changes in their environment;
    • authority is not vested in hardware/ software components but rather in the humans who use them (consider the preditor plains).

    Educational institutions and staff training programs must teach us and re-enforce these limitations. : The human machine interface must reflect them. Systems must be designed so that users are required to continually exercise their own expertise, and system output should not be phrased in a way that implies authority that we do not want them to have.

    Human opposition to robots

    Although we can't be sure how much opposition there will be to the advancement of robots, from the begriming they have been recognized as the most direct challenge to humans. Violent campaigns against robotics should not be surprising. Some humans could be turned off by robots, particularly robots with human like characteristics that are in some ways superior degrades humans.

    On the other side corporations look at the possibility that product lines and markets might be threatened, reducing profits and risking the survival of corporations.

    The structure of decision making

    For 50 years it has been widely accepted that computers can do calculations better than humans. However, the value of machine decision making remains in question. Some decision processes are highly structured and can be resolved using algorithms operating on defined data with defined relationships.

    Most structured decisions are good candidates for automation. The choice to automate must be made carefully because the automated decision process (algorithm, problem description. problem domain description, or analysis of empirical data) may later prove to be inappropriate for a particular type of decision.

    Unstructured decision can be better handled by humans for one or more of the following reasons:

    • humans have not yet worked out a suitable way to program (or teach) a machine how to make that type of decision;
    • some relevant data cannot be communicated to the machine;
    • "fuzzy" or "open textured" concepts or constructs are involved (being addressed with fuzzy logic);
    • the decisions involve judgments that participants feel should not be made by machines on behalf of humans.

    One important type of unstructured decision is problem diagnosis. How could we send a robot to find a flaw in a mechanism when we cannot give precise orders, since we know nothing about the flaw ourselves? "Find out what's wrong" is not an order you can give to a robot. Other issues arise when the data changes to rapidly to be diagnosed.

    Delegating a machine any kind of decision that is less than fully structured invites errors and mishaps. Educated and trained humans may make more right decisions and/or fewer seriously wrong decisions than a machine. Using common sense, humans can recognize when conventional approaches and criteria do not apply, and they can introduce conscious value judgments.

    The goal should be to achieve complementary intelligence.

    Risk management

    Even if subjected to laws or design guidelines, robotics inherently include risks to property as well as to humans. These risks must be managed; appropriate forms of risk avoidance and there needs to be plans for fallback recovery. Controls are needed to ensure that intrinsic laws must be operational at all times. Courtroom litigation may determine the actual amount of liability, but assigning legal responsibilities in advance will ensure that participants are careful..

    Enhancements to codes of ethics

    Associations of information technology professionals, such as the lEEE Computer Society, the Association for Computing Machinery, the British Computer Society, and the Australian Computer Society, are concerned with professional standards, and these standards almost always include a code of ethics. They provide guidance concerning how professionals should perform their work.

    Existing codes of ethics need to be re-examined with a focus on developing technology. Codes generally fail to reflect the potential effects of computer- enhanced machines and the inadequacy of existing managerial, institutional, and legal processes for coping with inherent risks.

    Asimov's Laws of Robotics may turn out to be appropriate for future robotic development and should continue to be used as a guide. The freedom of fiction enabled Asimov to project the laws into many future scenarios; in so doing, he uncovered issues that will probably arise someday in real- world situations.

    Key definitions

    Human

    Being human is being a character; if you have some specific character you are human otherwise you are not. What characters? As far as characters are concerned it’s not our structure or physical appearance that makes us human, it is a humane characteristic, attribute, or act:

    • what we think
    • what we do
    • what we wish to do
    • how we express ourselves

    The mix of all these qualities makes a character, which is the only standard of our humanity.

    Humanity

    According to some people (particularly those associated with the military) the definition of humanity changes with time and conditions, such as war, an earthquake or flood, a funeral etc. However, if we really think about it we can find a permanent definition of humanity, which never changes.

    One definition that is commonly accepted is: “Humanity is character possessed by a person which causes maximum benefit to the person himself with minimum harm (or maximum benefit if possible) to others.

    The industrial military complex tends toward a definition resulting from the term crimes against humanity has come to mean anything atrocious committed on a large scale. This is not, however, the original meaning. The term originated in the 1907 Hague Convention preamble, which codified the customary law of armed conflict. This codification was based on existing State practices that derived from those values and principles deemed to constitute the “laws of humanity,” as reflected throughout history in different cultures.

    Summary

    It will be up to you to imagine how the future of military robots will unfold. Should we be afraid, very afraid? If you believe that the industrial-military complex (banking included) has as much control as I do then you best practice saying "Yes, mister robot ... do i have your permission ..."

    Field Trips

    Robots at War

    Making robots autonomous

    Automated Killer Robots

    Definitions of Crimes Against Humanity

     

    Happy Trails,

    B.S.


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    Books, Cooks, Looks & Ms. Elani
    Elani

    Dear Friends and Readers,

    As if the storms weren't enough...

    down at the docks
    by Rory Nugent
    ISBN 9780375420641

    Elani

    For some, non-fiction books can be dull and dry, presenting the facts to import knowledge and little more. down at the docks, a new book by Rory Nugent, is the antithesis. Nugent called New Bedford, Massachusetts, home for seventeen years and in 1988 returned to research the death of the docks. By this time the once alive and vibrant industrious fishing docks had fallen on hard times, given way to corruption, drugs and poverty.

    Nugent himself, no stranger to boats and docks, having soloed four times across the Atlantic, knows first hand what to expect when storms hit and ships are damaged. He also knows what happens among the people on the docks. Because of his closeness to the subject, he quickly gained the confidence of strong, rough, watermen, willing to disclose problems on the waterfront that helped bring down the town.

    Old dock regulars, beginning with Sword, still meet at the Harborside Cafe, a blue plate special greasy spoon, and confide secrets of the end of an era that has been replaced with fighting and scraping to make a few bucks. As if the storms weren't enough, the fighting among ocean territory and cutting of lobster pots, plus trying to dump your own boat and collect the insurance, makes it impossible to be a true fisherman anymore. How can any mariner make it? Details of intense storms, clearly and intensely written, allow the reader to be drawn into the bowels of the ships as they creak and groan, all to often sinking below the surface with one final burp.

    The fishing industry began to die out through loss of fish, hurricane damage, cost of maintaining vessels and buildings ruined by fire and rotten wood. At the same time the clothing mills along the water front died, leaving empty spaces, unemployment and less need for ships to ply cloth around the world. This left many men with little to do and drugs took hold and money made through the shipment and trade of this commodity as well as illegal immigration, took hold.

    An interesting, little known women's secret fishing organization, The Petticoat Society, had its beginning in the 1600's in Nantucett. The society eventually found a chapter in New Bedford. In the early years, women in fishing villages were to have nothing to do with the boats or trade. However, one particular day, Mary Coffin Starbuck told her husband a storm was coming and he needed to bring his boat ashore. He not only refused but told her to leave the house by the time he returned since he had disobeyed him. A northeaster slashed the entire coast, killing many, but sparing her husband. The result of her stance allowed her to be recognized as a woman 'to be reckoned with' and changes began to be made, including allowing women to be full shore crew members. Within this newly formed society many other, interesting and intriguing ideas took shape, causing quite a stir when the society was uncovered many years later in New Bedford.

    By the end of this fascinating book, one has a much clearer understanding of why fishing is not only a dangerous occupation but one that is fraught with problems. Any waterfront town that is still functioning as an active fishing seaport is to be congratulated.

     

    Elani

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    From the EDITOR

    Sticks and Stones

    As children we chant "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me." We know, of course, that it isn't true; why else would the chant be needed?

    The United States was founded on a number of intrinsic beliefs—the equality of man (the equality of woman was ignored and that still galls); the freedom from oppression; the necessity for an informed populace… All of these were phrased in simple statements. None of them is simple in either intent or pplication.

    One of the most difficult to apply principles is Freedom of Speech. It is an essential right, the ability to debate, to disseminate and share ideas, to develop new ones, and the necessity of free expression to education which is also essential to a representative democracy. Yet we are regularly accosted by what we have come to call "hate speech". It isn't so much that it is ugly and violent, this hate speech, as that it is almost always untrue or based on an untrue assumption. Mistakes will be made by well meaning people, so, we think, even hate speech must be tolerated if we are to have freedom.

    We do regulate some kinds of speech. As everyone knows, you are not allowed to cry "fire" if there is no fire. This doesn't apply in your own home. I just tried it.

    "Fire!" I yelled, and no one came to arrest me, but then there was no crowd to be pushed or trampled as a result of my false assertion. I should be able to say or shout or mumble anything I like in my own home or among people I come in contact with in a private or personal setting, or even in one where crowds have gathered to shout things they might not shout in other places. That is the essence of freedom of speech: In the right place and setting I can say any damn thing I want and no one has a right to stop me, even if they don't like what I say.

    So what about hate speech? Hate speech is no longer a matter of the Klu Klux Klan demanding to march on the streets of a Mississippi town. It is not anti-Semites painting swastikas on synagogues. Hate speech used to be practiced by small groups who could be used as an example of tolerance in freedom for the rest of us.

    Hate speech has gone mainstream. Hate speech in America, and, I suspect, the world, is more about misrepresenting the flow of ideas in order to create an atmosphere hostile to thought—and how anything could be more similar to shouting "Fire" in a crowd I don't know! Words can hurt you.

    In recent years words have been used to take rights away from women: Pro-life is anti-women's lives; Reverse Discrimination happens but it does not cripple a whole group and their future in our society; Weapons of mass destruction are not bombs, but are a government that would rather shoot first than talk, ever. Right now, we are hearing how health care for all of us will take something away from some of us… It might, but that something would be exclusivity, not something guaranteed by our system. We are subjected to lies, carefully designed to create fear and hate, about every important decision we make. Lies, whose truth is to cause some people to be pushed and trampled by the entitlement of others. The thing about these words is not the volume they are being shouted at, or even that they are lies. The thing about these words is that they are not free. Today, hate speech is almost always paid for, unless it is the viral offshoot of paid-for speech.

    So, instead of sticks and stones, I propose that we give serious thought to the difference between free speech and paid speech and the rights of one versus the other. Did I mention that words can hurt? In this case, they could destroy us all.

    Georgia Jones, Editor

     

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