Mar 19


I’ve made up my mind to get rid of my credit cards. I’ve had the two cards for years. I’m going to pay them off and use debit forever after.

We’re all sold on the idea we need credit cards. I have used them for emergencies now and then. But for me, with a basic income I can live on, and by taking care, I don’t need them. I once failed to pay my taxes out of the money I received as a freelance writer that year. I thought I was getting money later to cover it and it didn’t pan out. So suddenly I had a 4000 dollar tax bill. Not wanting that hanging over my head, I paid it with a credit card. I still have that owing on my cards. I pay the minimum (automatically) plus whatever I think I can afford to pay that off–same with my other card. But I can tell you between the two cards I pay about 2 grand a year total in interest. And these are not particularly high interest cards.

I entered into a contractual relationship with the credit card companies making me responsible for their use and the interest. That’s true. But the tendency is to never be in a position, unless you really work on it, to pay them off. The banks count on that. So you end up with endless interest. Every week they mail me entreaties for more credit cards, from the same companies and others. They make enticing offers tingling with opportunity and illusory “freedom to enjoy life”. But each card has fees–and even if it doesn’t, it charges substantial interest for every purchase. There are other scammy elements in the accounting I’m not qualified to explain. But basically, ending up paying a couple hundred a month (for my particular debt) as well as paying off the principal, feels like a rip-off to me. The interest is just too high, and the theater of credit card use, the ease, the delusory glory of it, keeps nudging us into debt–and yet with every purchase you add to your debt and to the interest on your debt.

And we DON’T need credit cards, usually. Sometimes early in adult life they’re useful (they’ve forced their way into the economy in that role) to “establish credit” so you can buy a house or a car. But if you don’t have to do those things through credit–and be careful about it if you do–then you don’t need the damn things. I have a house, my mortgage deal is long-term and established. I own my car. I’m not going to buy another on credit. I’m not going to buy anything on credit–more and more I use only debit directly from my bank account for purchases. The whole “build up your credit report” thing is essentially for the benefit of credit card companies. “My report says I’m too low! I’m screwed!” Why?

The idea that we’re sold on that we need credit cards–that’s where it feels like a con to me. They do far more harm than good. “A growing number of Americans have more credit-card debt than savings” says the marketwatch article I’m linking to below…

It’s hurting people–it’s one of the factors that leads to homelessness. Overwhelming debt will eventually catch up to you. Much of it is credit card debt.And they’ve worked through their cronies in congress to make sure that it’s much harder to declare bankruptcy now.

If you don’t need the cards, the hell with it. I’ve got a plan to pay off my cards and then I’ll do without them. If you can, go thou and do likewise.


Mar 19

We Need to Teach Our Kids the Truth About the Internet

The whole concept of fact-checking is lost to most people. “I saw it on the internet” is good enough. It had headlines. It looked official. It said it was a news site. Therefore Hilary Clinton is selling children to a child-sex ring in a pizza parlor. No one is explaining to children that the internet is not truth. Truth can be found on it–but the internet is not equal to reality.   And we’re failing to convey this simple fact to people young and old. We seem to assume they should already know this. They don’t. And saying “don’t believe everything you read on the internet” is not enough.

The internet, as educated adults know, is seething with lies. Conspiracy theories, fake news from “white nationalist” racists, slanders against decent Democrats and progressives–there are web skeins, long chains of racist, fake-history videos each reinforcing the prior one, shunted to you by algorithms designed to keep you on whatever website you’re on–often, the egregious youtube– all coming at us in a cascade of falsity. There is the fallacious elaborately “supported” claim that the Civil War was not about slavery–if you do your fact-checking you find that this claim is untrue. But who bothers? There isn’t time–we have to check our Instagram feed, our Twitter feed, our Facebook Conspiracy Round-up Group.  Anti-Vaxxers get their falsehoods from the internet. The Qanon  conspiracy-theory fantasy is spread on the internet. From those sources parents and scared youth get the impression their doctors are trying to make them sick with vaccines and the government is trying to enslave them. There are amazing numbers of people following videos on youtube claiming that Michelle Obama is really a drag queen or a transsexual; that we never went to the moon; and, yes, that the Earth is flat. And then there’s Alex Jones’ special brand of fantasy.

We should be teaching our children how to use the internet in a different way. We should be teaching them critical thinking–if a claim is outrageous it’s almost certainly not true; if an outrageous claim is backed up by untraceable or phonily sourced “proofs” it’s certainly not true. We should be training them, above all, to identify intelligent, reliable sources of information. Even some conservative ones–the Wall Street Journal online is not so bad, at least it gets most of its underlying facts straight (they go awry in the interpretation of a fact’s ramifications), and a few other conservative sources are alright. More to the point, I find that the New York Times, despite claims to the contrary, is even-handed, and so is the Washington Post. We need to find ways to demonstrate one on one that some sources are reputable and we must find clear ways to set this out. Otherwise our children will be wandering, lost, in the world’s ugliest jungle–the internet…

Mar 19

If Angry Mobs Attack Scientists

A friend, a scholar of esotericism, recently suggested that science is losing its sense of rightness, its assuredness; that it will crumble in upon itself because of its lack of open-mindedness about the spiritual side of the cosmos. He does not believe in old-school creationism–probably some sort of Intelligent Design–but he does believe that reductionism is a dead end, and that science’s skepticism about God will be refuted on many points so that “angry mobs may attack scientists” in the end. He cited the esotericist Guenon.

I’m a person who follows a spiritual path and indeed an esoteric one but I have enormous respect for science and the scientific method. I replied to my friend thus:

If angry mobs attack scientists it’ll only be because religious fanaticism took over, or the scientists have engaged in some wickedness–eg, the development of a biowar weapon that gets out of hand and kills many millions. Regarding the latter, Trump administration recently acted to remove controls over such research in the USA. But most scientists are opposed to science used immorally. The Catholic church has a very respectable group of astrophysicists, you know, and they are as careful about the scientific method as any. Science has actually always been prepared to change and adjust its big theories, it’s models of the universe. Consider how quantum effects were accepted by a community that had been strictly Newtonian. Most scientists are unwilling to definitely say “there is no God” –Hawking came close, I think he said there is no evidence of any, and he said it was his opinion that there isn’t one, as the universe doesn’t need one. Roger Penrose and David Bohm, both highly respected scientists, adhered (still adheres in the Penrose case, Bohm is dead) to the scientific method, but retain flexibility, to say the least, about metaphysics. Some kind of Vendanta style intelligent ground of being was basically Bohm’s sense of things and he did not dismiss cosmic consciousness; Penrose believes in the possibility of life after death. These are my ideal scientists.

Conventional religion–especially creationism–does much damage to society’s ability to reason;  it works so hard to instill falsehoods that bring about war, the oppression of women, and an atmosphere of terror. And Guenon though intelligent was paranoic and inclined to sympathy with fascism; and it’s my understanding he and Schuon believed in old-school creationism–the universe that is 6000 years old. Creationism is degrading to mankind, reducing it to infantile thinking, and it also degrades mankind’s hope of survival. Because we’re going to need reason and critical thinking to survive as a species.

Mar 19

My introduction to a Jack Vance Book…RHIALTO THE MARVELLOUS

The following was written for an edition of Jack Vance’s Rhialto the Marvellous that apparently ran into some snags and didn’t come out. So this is for fans of Jack Vance. Many of us, me included, have a problem with certain of Jack Vance’s more radical (or backward) social ideas. But many of us also revere his fiction. I don’t know why marvelous is spelled marvellous in the book, but it is.

An Introduction to Rhialto the Marvellous
by John Shirley

“Now I wonder what it is you find in that dark pool to keep you staring so?” the stranger asked, first of all. “I do not very certainly know,” replied Manuel “but mistily I seem to see drowned there the loves and the desires and the adventures I had when I wore another body than this. For the water of Haranton, I must tell you, is not like the water of other fountains, and curious dreams engender in this pool.”
–James Branch Cabell, Figures of Earth

Curious dreams engender in Vance’s Dying Earth tales, just as a curious voice is used to narrate them. That distinctive voice in prose, nearly inimitable, is Jack Vance’s and his alone. It is present in his science fiction works in various respective concentrations; to a lesser degree it can be detected, so to speak, in his mystery works. But it is in his works of fantasy, the Lyonesse novels and the Dying Earth stories, including Rhialto the Marvellous that it becomes an extract, a distillation. Expressed in this literary voice is story development attuned to irony; is humor, a certain whimsical cynicism–and sometimes outright comedy.
The influence of James Branch Cabell on Vance was noted by Lin Carter; the influence of Clark Ashton Smith seems apparent, at least to me, both in tone and attitude. But over time, Vance developed a luxuriant voice and a tart, comedic approach–part and parcel of one another–that is close to unique. But there’s always more to unpack in this gift box: he brought to all his work a gift for ideas, for conceptual daring, that takes him well beyond Cabell.
I recently used the phrase “bravely flowing prolixity” to describe an aspect of H.P. Lovecraft’s style. While Vance often uses relatively simple sentence construction, in the sense that a master carpenter’s cabinet is simple but exquisitely joined, he sometimes rolls out a gorgeous prolixity, a gem-like verbosity, constructed with a craftsmanship that could find comparison in Baroque classical music. It sings in the mind’s ear. Indeed, in his time Vance was both a musician and a carpenter–was even a ceramic glazier–and these skills seem to transfer to his writing.

Among my favorites of Vance’s Dying Earth fantasies are the picaresque adventures of that cunning wastrel Cugel the Clever, especially The Eyes of the Overworld. While Cugel is not a conventionally admirable person, astute readers find they enjoy spending time with him. He’s amusing, he’s the embodiment of the clever protagonist found in old school fairy tales–often tricking his way out of difficulties–and he makes us smile, even if it’s the sly smile of a guilty confederate. In The Eyes of the Overworld, Cugel was enslaved by a sorcerer–and finds himself at odds with all sorcerers. But isn’t everyone at odds with a sorcerer? When is a genuinely trustworthy worker of magic found on the Dying Earth? Even when sorcerers are partnered, as in Rhialto the Marvellous, they enact devious schemes against one another.

Rhialto the Marvelous, a fine work of Dying Earth fantasy in itself, reminds us that we must distrust purely magical creatures as well as human sorcerers. Fanciful beings, exampled by the djinn-like sandestins of Rhialto, are devious, peevish, and treacherous, often wittily jeering at the mortals who employ them.

The magician Rhialto is ostensibly a more likable character than Cugel. Despite a heartfelt practicality, Rhialto does seem to have some compassion, and he shows gallantry and restraint with women–to one lady’s unspoken frustration, a paradox that is common in Vance–and on the whole he is more sinned against than sinning.

Another influence on Vance’s fantasy, in a manner difficult to clearly define, may be the humorist P.G. Wodehouse. If Wodehouse was not an influence, they at least have much in common. The Wodehousian tone of affectionate cynicism can be cited, along with Wodehouse’s tendency to tinker into being the maximum possible entertainment value of every passage. Consider this clip from the second part of Rhialto the Marvellous:
Stepping forward, Rhialto addressed the group…
“Creatures, men, half-men and things! I extend to you my good wishes, and my deep sympathy that you are forced to live so intimately in the company of each other.
“Since your intellects are, in the main, of no great complexity, I will be terse. Somewhere in the forest, not too far from yonder tall button-top, is a blue crystal, thus and so, which I wish to possess. All of you are now ordered to search for this crystal. He who finds it and brings it here will be greatly rewarded. To stimulate zeal and expedite the search, I now visit upon each of you a burning sensation, which will be repeated at ever shorter intervals…

Rhialto’s address in this passage is casually droll, starting with a blithe insult, as if he’s entertaining himself (the creatures he addresses are unlikely to get the joke). He goes on to employ understated but acerbic insult humor regarding the dim intellects of the assemblage, and silkily mentions the onerous and inexorable consequences of slacking on the job. It is the rare reader who won’t chuckle at this.
Vance’s fantasy is distinct from his science-fiction, with a separate internal logic, but sometimes his science-fiction offers a flavor of fantasy–a particularly clear example can be found in his acclaimed novella The Dragon Masters. And in his fantasy we find Vancean modes also found in his science-fiction, as when he’s delighting in satirizing the parochial, japing some provincial people’s unshakeable exaltation of their own customs:

The local folk, a small pale people with dark hair and long still eyes, used the word, “Sxysskzyiks” — ‘The Civilized People”–to describe themselves, and in fact took the sense of the word seriously. Their culture comprised a staggering set of precepts, the mastery of which served as an index to status, so that ambitious persons spent vast energies learning finger-gestures, ear-decoration, the proper knots by which one tied his turban, his sash, his shoe-ribbons; the manner in which one tied the same knots for one’s grandfather; the proper and distinctive placement of pickles on plates of winkles, snails, chestnut stew, fried meats and other foods; the curses specifically appropriate after stepping on a thorn, meeting a ghost, falling from a low ladder, falling from a tree, or any of a hundred other circumstances.

Vance was an able seaman with the Merchant Marine, for a time, and doubtless his visits to far destinations–each culture blessed with its own exaggerated sense of self importance–were grist for the mill of his humor.

I’ve emphasized the underlying humor in Vance’s fantasy, but he never strays far from an atmospheric awareness of life’s melancholies, even evoking grim extremes, so that fantasy is grounded by the earthiness of the grave.

In Rhialto the Marvellous a tribe of glib, self-justifying anthropophages feast for centuries on thousands of living humans plucked from their suspended animation in a nearby ruin. In another passage Vance describes an enormous battle, conveying it in a tone of sad resignation, and we come away with a sense of its tragic pointlessness, the waste of human potential, though also with a recognition of the courage of its combatants. Not all wars in Vance are depicted as meaningless–his Lyonesse books recognize that some nations are worth fighting for–but here we see them from the perspective of a magician who lives century after century, who flits through time and sees, in the big picture, the dismal recurrence of carnage.

The third part of Rhialto the Marvellous, centered on the fate of Morreion, a magician marooned on a world at the furthest edge of the universe, is shot through with melancholy but leavened with humor, however tart. Vance is a master of striking this balance. He had a gift for folding the dark in with the bright, for segueing seamlessly from the whimsical to the lugubrious. Yet even the doleful, in Vance, is beautifully wrought, and raptly entertaining. And so I commend you to this glowing, darkly glimmering clutch of magical journeys with the vainglorious, sardonically amusing, sartorially splendid Rhialto. Keep your eyes open, savor this delicacy, and do not trust a sandestin.

Mar 19

Is Trump an “Idol of Hate”?

There have been calls to ease off on “hating Trump”, suggesting a large part of the country is fairly wallowing in it, and hinting it’s not appropriate…

Listen. If a traitor takes over the country you live in, destroys its environmental protections at every possible juncture, takes directions from a cryptofascist kleptocrat running a regime pretending to be democratic when it isn’t, imperils the world by undermining  nuclear weapons control treaties (both with Iran and Russia), spreads hate for people of color, empowers racist extremists, hires people that try to give away national parks to mining and oil corporations,  weakens regulations that keep us from getting bacteria in our food, hires a woman who tries to destroy public schools in favor of Christian theocracy…I could go on and on…if that’s the guy…and it is…despising him is appropriate. Hate is useless burning of good energy. Despising what is vile…that’s perfectly natural.

Feb 19


I have had a crypto-zoological experience, having seen and photographed (see below) the fabled SNOW SHARK. The snow shark, known to Eskimos and a few of us in the Pacific NW, lives much of its life cycle under under icebergs in the Frozen North, but can hunt in snow over land, which it accesses through semi-frozen streams. It leaps up the streams like a salmon heading to spawn, then dives headlong into snow banks adjacent to the streams, and wriggles its way in, to hunt for prey on land. It has evolved the capability of heating pockets of air within it, which it then expels through special nostrils on its snout (regular sharks DO have nostrils on the undersides of their snouts, look it up, which they use for detecting smells, not for breathing); the heated air melts some of the snow ahead of it, which makes a slushy tunnel it gradually works through, and which also creates slushy water which it draws into its gills for breathing.

The Snow Shark noses through the snow relatively slowly, at first, but when it senses prey–it’s very sensitive to the vibrations of movement up to ten yards away–it worms closer then snaps its body in a leaping lunge, and snaps closed its powerful jaws on small dogs, cats, birds, and sometimes drink-sodden hobos. We wouldn’t be aware of it down here in Washington State, at all, except that climate change has melted away much of its habitat and diminished its natural prey, so it wanders southward, looking for extreme-weather systems whereby it can access the mainland. There were rumors of missing children in New York City, this winter…And now, here’s the photograph I took of one that was surfacing to begin its lunge-snap. It was after a squirrel–of which it made short work. The snow shark is rather compact, about the half the size of a grown dolphin, at most, and it quickly disappears with its prey beneath the snow cover. Notice, in the picture, the distinctive metallic sheen in the dorsal fin–that’s an evolutionary adaptation that helps it cut through the surface snow crust: it’s a mixture of iron absorbed from seawater (seawater contains 1-3 ppb of iron, look that up too) and the dentin constituting sharkskin scales.

Feb 19

Am I an atheist?

A man named John Gray has a book out averring that there are  Seven Types of Atheism. Am I a type of atheist?

I myself am an atheist if that denotes a person who does not believe in “God”. BUT–what do you mean by God? I believe the universe is (universes are?) charged with a consciousness that is naturally collected in living creatures and the universal consciousness uses the animal and human (and alien)  minds to observe the universe objectively.

I believe that all of the cosmos is alive in a sense, and that there are particles of consciousness. I hypothesize that there may be an intermediate consciousness, which rather fits in with some mystical theories of Christology and certain Buddhist ideas. It may be a subtle resource for organisms conscious enough to be open to it. This is, again, a maybe. I believe all this is NATURAL, not supernatural. I think religion’s ideas of God  are at worst ridiculous, at best woefully incomplete. Creationism is ludicrous and Intelligent Design isn’t much better, though I do suspect that evolution may actually have a very subtle “arc of direction” inherent to it.

I conjecture that there are beings which have bodies which we are not able to detect; that it may be possible for a human being to create such a body, if it’s cultivated properly–and I theorize it may emerge at death, for such people. And by people I include extraterrestrials. Am I an atheist?

Feb 19

Vampirism Caused by Vanity

The Food and Drug Administration is warning the public not to use young people’s blood to treat a slew of conditions, including aging…The agency’s commissioner said …there are “significant public health concerns” about promoting the use of blood transfusions from young donors. “Today, we’re alerting consumers and health care providers that treatments using plasma from young donors have not gone through the rigorous testing that the FDA normally requires in order to confirm the therapeutic benefit of a product and to ensure its safety…”


Imagine what this could lead to in other ways:

“Son, mommy needs you to give some more blood today”

“But I feel tired and sick.”

“Mommy has to pay for her special medication.”

It’s like some cheesy horror film set up. And later they start kidnapping children and caging them and “milking them” for blood. It’s like a caricature of the Gwyneth Paltrows of the world. But this business of selling blood from children and young folks is real.

Feb 19


[by john Shirley]
The following letter was intercepted through a new breakthrough in metaphysical communications technology:

I have taken over from Azazel as Primary Demon in charge of the destruction of humans on the planet Earth. Azazel seems to be going through a sexual identity crisis and has possessed the body of a preacher named Ted Haggard. He’s been having a great deal of fun, rather too much, and is unavailable to direct the horrors of the world, so I have stepped in as per Standing Order 767686896.

As the Organized Religion Program was something you thought of, about 1,800 terrestrial years ago, and as “your baby“ is our most successful program, apart from Halliburton, I thought you might like an update. I realize that your chief preoccupation is torturing souls, and you might not have time to monitor the upper world.

I’m sure, however, you kept up on Azazel’s successful ORP operations, the Crusades and the Inquisition and the burning of the Cathars, pogroms against Jews, Muslim Jihads, Hindu/Muslim conflicts, Sikh/Muslim conflicts, and the other religious wars we implemented, so there’s little need to go into that. You would surely be aware that millions of people died horribly in those successful religious activities, and you would have seen our reports on the multitude of natives who were suborned, enslaved, killed, and made wretched by organized religion, in Australia, Africa, China and the Americas.

My update –statistics attached in code 46474–involves mass misery spread by the Christian churches and by organized Islam in recent times. As for the Muslims, we’ve got them tormenting their women with cocoonlike clothing, no rights, beatings when they look at someone cross eyed, the threats of stoning (yes sir, stonings! These people are thousands of years behind times…thank Hell!); we’ve got them brainwashing their children into hating Jews and Americans, and just 6 terrestrial years ago we had them kill thousands of Americans in an attack on something called The World Trade Center. We’re encouraging them to murder and torture one another in Iraq, and to make plans to kill millions of non-Muslims in their “Jihad“.

We’ve had institutionalized child abuse hidden in the Catholic Church for a couple of centuries, which had long term consequences useful to our cause. Admittedly, the pattern of sexual abuse has recently been exposed, but we did manage to condition the Church hierarchy to suppress the information and protect the molesters for a long, long time. Lately we’ve wormed child-abusers into other religions, including the Jehovah’s Witnesses. More importantly, we’ve been encouraging Protestant Fundamentalist Christians to think “Armageddon, Armageddon, rapture, Armageddon“ and we have been nudging them into the centers of power, such as the White House and the Pentagon. We hope to have a world war inspired by the gibberish we planted in the Bible, the “Book of Revelation“, very soon. That of course, will create billions of deaths, vast despair, and untold psychological consequences that will push any survivors into our clutches. It should be a real feast.
Here’s a particularly juicy use of religion: In the 19th and 20th centuries we encouraged “Christians“ to force young Native Americans into special schools where they were traumatically separated from families and then systematically brainwashed and abused. Here’s a quote from a recent report by a troublesome organization called “Amnesty International“:

“The report says church officials killed children by beating, poisoning, electric shock, starvation, prolonged exposure to sub-zero cold while naked, and medical experimentation, including the removal of organs and radiation exposure. In 1928 Alberta passed legislation allowing school officials to forcibly sterilize Native girls; British Columbia followed suit in 1933. There is no accurate toll of forced sterilizations because hospital staff destroyed records in 1995 after police launched an investigation. But according to the testimony of a nurse in Alberta, doctors sterilized entire groups of Native children when they reached puberty. The report also says that Canadian clergy, police, and business and government officials “rented out” children from residential schools to pedophile rings.

Don’t worry, Great Satan, we’ll think of some way to get rid of Amnesty International. By the way we recently intercepted a communique from the Other Side. Their greatest teachers, Jesus, Buddha, Muhammed, Lao Tzu and the others, have all decided that the Earth is hopeless and are apparently incarnating on the planet Zebar where they are trying to teach creatures which look like eight legged turtles. Jesus is said to be especially disgusted with the “atrocities“ carried out in his name on Earth and refuses to go back, even for a look.

Delightful, is it not?

Yours with the greatest respect,

ps: My best to my great uncle Screwtape

Feb 19


–a short-short by John Shirley–

Jared had been tracking the personal submarine Manifest Destiny for more than a hundred miles south of Hawaii, and all the time the billionaire piloting it seemed unaware of him—there was no mention of the hydrogen-powered cruiser following him, when he spoke by subaquatic radio to his employees ashore.

“The biggest squid any man has ever seen and it’s almost in my grapplers,” the billionaire crowed.

“You going after it now, boss?” came the response from the crew on the radio.

“I’ve got it trapped against the walls of this big canyon down here!”

An activist, Jared listened raptly. He had hoped to find some way to stop the hunt. But how?

And up ahead was the nearer edge of the great “plastic vortex” where trash from scores of countries and ships had accumulated, whirlpooled by currents. It glittered like the membrane over an animal’s eyes, there in the water, yet it was dead—and it was death. Millions of fish, oceanic mammals and birds had died in it, starved to death or choked.

“He’s running from me to the surface!” came the billionaire’s excited transmission. Moments later Jared watched in awe as the gigantic cephalopod surfaced, gushing water, flailing its enormous tentacles, its huge round eye gazing right at him…

“Got him, got him!” the billionaire shouted, as his submarine surfaced, its mechanical grapplers reaching to force the giant squid into the capture bag he trailed so it could become another trapped, living trophy in the big aquarium on his seaside estate. But the giant squid was manipulating the floating plastic trash, jamming the grapplers, winding debris around the sub’s rudders, blocking its jets, piling on more and more, so that at last the submarine sank with the weight of the trash. The giant squid worked its way outward, past Jared’s boat, to the open sea…and then it dove, gone from sight. Deep under the sea.

And so was the billionaire—forever.