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The meaning of Rape

An interesting comment from Dan Hewins on my recent post Raped in Paris, Paris is a Whore.
In his comment Dan said

Please read this and maybe rethink the way you use the word “rape.”–_but_our_culture_has_stripped_the_word_of_its_power/

It’s a good point. Reading the article certainly made me consider all of the horrors that rape is associated with. Certainly, my banks taking away access to my money and leaving me penniless in a foreign country doesn’t have the same impact as being sexually violated.
I never said it did though. My first language is English and unlike the French, there is no institution that polices the english language with fascist intensity such as l’academie de francais.
English is a constantly growing and expanding language. The words fag, armageddon, and even rape are constantly growing and changing in English. And in English, when a word is needed, we find one. I would point to the term sexual assault or the phrase sexually violated, or a thousand others that actually are more specific and appropriate than the word rape.
In point of fact the original definitions were more akin to my usage:

4. an act of plunder, violent seizure, or abuse; despoliation; violation: the rape of the countryside.
5. Archaic. the act of seizing and carrying off by force.

Or there are other usages:

a plant, Brassica napus, of the mustard family, whose leaves are used for food for hogs, sheep, etc., and whose seeds yield rape oil.
the residue of grapes, after the juice has been extracted, used as a filter in making vinegar.

The original origins are this:

[Middle English, from rapen, to rape, from Old French raper, to abduct, from Latin rapere, to seize; see rep- in Indo-European roots.]

And never mind that broom rape, rape cake, rape root, and summer rape have nothing to do with sexual assault.
So again, I may be a Philistine but I stand by my usage. Thanks Dan.

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I always liked this poem by e.e. cummings.

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Another column of mine from Ka Leo

In writing these things, I tend to try to make them accessible and meaningful to the audience they are written for. In this case ASUH stands for Associated Students of the University of Hawaii.

These standing Buddhas are from a cave in Laos near Luang Prabang, where Chris Damitio met the monk mentioned in the story.

Have you ever known someone who asks everyone they meet the same question? For example, if my friend Jason comes to your house for the first time, within seconds of coming inside he’ll ask you where the bathroom is. Then he’ll sit down and do whatever everyone else is doing without going to the bathroom. If you ask him why he asked, he’ll respond, “I just like to know, just in case.” Seems wise, if strange.
A certain ASUH member has been known to ask people if they’re a virgin or when they lost their virginity. He seems to be unaware of the fact that his question makes a lot of people uncomfortable, or at least he pretends to be unaware of it. To his credit, his other question is less intrusive: “What are the three things most important to you?”
One of my best friends asks people, “Can you tell me something good?” Usually people aren’t sure what to say, though with some prodding, they can usually come up with something. I like this question because it forces people to acknowledge the positive things around them. I’ve heard answers like, “My mother just recovered from back surgery” and even “Puppies.” Good stuff.
Another guy I know likes to ask everyone he meets, “If you could do anything in this life, what would you do?” It’s interesting to hear the answers that people give. Some people focus on the immediate and give answers like, “I want to go to Paraguay” or “I want to go skydiving.” Fair enough, though the deeper answers always seem to be a little more interesting, though harder to achieve, such as, “I want to make the world a better place.” Some people are even more specific: “I want to meet the woman of my dreams, have three children, and become a doctor specializing in hemorrhagic fever.”
I have a question like that, though I don’t ask it to everyone I meet. Don’t get me wrong, I’d like to hear all the answers people would give, but sometimes it’s just not the right situation to ask such questions. My question is a trick question. I like to ask people without any sort of context, “What do you want?” I get answers that range from defensive to whimsical. From “I don’t want anything” to “I want to be free.” I like to leave the question open for the person hearing it to interpret without specifying whether I mean right now or next week or even in the next life. The best answer I’ve gotten to this question came from a Buddhist monk I met outside of a sacred cave in Laos. He said, “I want what I have.”
Wouldn’t it be nice if that was all we wanted? I’m certainly not so enlightened as he is. My answer depends on my mood, where, when and in what context I ask myself. That’s why it’s a trick question. Maybe instead, I should start asking people if they still masturbate.

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Help me pay for travel and get a cool book!

Want to help me travel and get a cool book for $10? Here is how:

I know lots of people are struggling right now and you guys have heard me tell about my finances. In a nutshell, here they are: I graduate in December. I would like to travel for a while and blog about it along the way. Since I’ve had some problems with financial aid and it’s expensive to live in Hawaii and tourism (which I work in) is drastically down (and so I’m not earning much), it’s not looking good in terms of travel. Even a vagabond needs an initial poke of cash to jump from Hawaii to the next destination.
I’ve been in the process of getting rid of my stuff through giving it to friends, selling it, or putting it at the free store. The thing is, I’ve still got a lot of books that I haven’t been able to bring myself to give away or sell for the pennies that I’ve been offered for them at the local used book store. These are cool books. There is beat poetry, African, Chinese, and Indonesian art books, classic fiction, science fiction, first editions, collectible old books, and just really cool stuff. Time is running short and I need to start getting rid of these, I can’t fool myself any longer, I won’t be getting around to reading them…not with my busy semester and travel ahead.
So here it is.
$10 to me gets you a cool book and goes into my travel kitty. Trust me, there are adventures to come once I have satisfied my desire to get a degree. This is your chance to be a part of it…and get a cool book that you’d have a hard time getting for $10 (and that includes shipping).

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Moby Dick, Citizens Arrest, Barack Obama, worm math, and other things that draw hits from Google.

I’ve been reading Moby Dick lately. Started it a few days ago and haven’t been able to put it down. If my high school English teacher is reading this, I admit it, I read the cliff notes in 12th grade. On top of that, I’m glad because this book by Herman Melville is worthy of the title classic and I am experiencing it for the first time. I’m laughing to myself about the new search results that will bring people here. Now in addition to cross dressing ( a story about cross dressers in China), buttplug (The Bushplug), and penis (West Africans scared of having their penis stolen by magic), now I can add Dick to the terms that draw people here. Moby Dick is amazing. I’m laughing while I read it as Ishmael and his new head hunter friend cuddle and chat while sharing a bed, learn from each other about friendship, and meet several different types of religious zealots that all view life differently. I’m glad I’m reading it now, it would have been wasted on me in high school and I probably would have never read it again. I’m only about 100 pages in and the story is still just beginning, they’ve only just gotten berths on the ship and it is still in port. More on this later.
In the real world where truth is stranger than fiction (sometimes anyway), a group of Iowa citizens attempted to citizens arrest Karl Rove. That is so fucking cool.

Des Moines police arrested four people who tried to make a citizen’s arrest of Karl Rove on grounds of “treason, sedition and subversive activities leading to the deaths of 300,000 Iraqi civilians and 4,000 U.S. Military personnel,” according to AP.

And finally, I’m hoping that if I mention Obama enough, that he might enter my search engine results but so far he is way dwon below buttplug, sex with dog, penis, cross dresser, and other choice terms. I don’t know the calculus of worm demographics but worms apparently do understand calculus.

Worms calculate how much the strength of different tastes is changing – equivalent to the process of taking a derivative in calculus – to figure out if they are on their way toward food or should change direction and look elsewhere, says University of Oregon biologist Shawn Lockery, who thinks humans and other animals do the same thing.

Who knew that my worm bin was so smart?
Also, I am sad to report that this war on our psyche is indeed having a toll. Many veterans that never take a bullet are still being hit fatally by these wars we wage. Over 22,000 veterans called the suicide hotline set up for vets in the first year it was operating. This is probably about 10% of those who had thoughts of suicide. War has casualties that never get counted. Male veterans are twice as likely to commit suicide than men who are not veterans. The V.A. says that at least 6500 vets commit suicide each year. Add those to the U.S. casualty list and the number of dead goes up significantly.

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Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

Earlier this week, I went to see the film Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson at the Doris Duke Theater. The film brought three dimensions to a figure more commonly seen as a cartoon. Thompson was a bitter and disappointed romantic idealist who became a caricature of the persona he created. In his early life he really believed that he could make a difference. He believed in the idealism of 1960’s San Francisco, and then, as he himself famously wrote, the wave reached its high water mark, broke and receded. After the Kennedys were killed he was never the same. He got pretty enthused about George McGovern and then McGovern lost. Thompson’s marriage fell apart and he became a miserable jerk. It is kind of hard to watch because as our candidates spout platitudes and we torture and imprison mere children, I found myself wondering if his disappointment in the world was justified. In any event, the film is excellent and the many interviews from both ends of the political spectrum are priceless.
Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson (2008) – Plot summary

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My latest novel for FREE! Download THE SOB now! And lots of lameness too!

I’d like to sincerely thank the one person that actually paid for my book (Mom? Mink? – I’m guessing it was one of you) and on the sarcastic side, I’d like to ‘thank’ the three people that asked me if they could proofread it and then never bothered to respond to my detailed questions such as “How did you like it?” or “Hey, did you ever get a chance to read my book?” Also on the sarcastic side, I’d love to offer even more ‘thanks’ to Baen books who set up a complex submission process, asked that the book not be submitted anywhere for up to nine months and then never responded. Pretty lame.
So here is the link to download The SOB for free:
On the subject of lameness. I thought it was pretty lame that Honolulu Magazine expressed interest in an article I was willing to write for them about Islam on Oahu and then didn’t respond for six months to my further queries about what format, etc, I should write in. Then, when they did respond, I mentioned that I was going to walk around Oahu and they again expressed interest. I asked them about the advisability of sending out press releases and doing PR and got no response until almost two weeks later when I sent out a Press Release and then got a response saying that my press release had ruined their sole submission requirement. Pretty lame, they might have let me know about that.
It all boils down to the fact that in this life, you can do lots of cool things or try to do cool things (like write sci fi novels that address social issues or walk around an entire island in the hope of showing that the worst parts aren’t as bad as some people claim they are…) and mostly, folks just don’t give a rats ass about it. A few folks do, some because they love you, some because they are on a similar trip in life, and some because they like you or what you are doing and it resonates with them. But mostly, nobody fucking cares whether you are working as a stock broker, making babies, taking a trip to the fucking moon, or discovering the meaning of reality.
As you guys know, I’ve been trying to get rid of my stuff. I’ve offered it for trade, offered it for sale, and asked for offers of what people think its worth. Nobody cares or wants any of it. A couple of years ago, I was able to sell books pretty easily online. The books haven’t changed and the prices have gotten cheaper, but no one is buying them anymore. Is it that people aren’t reading? WTF?
I’m certainly still buying books. I just finished reading Hardcore Zen, The Way of Zen, We the Living, Conceptual Blockbusting, and the Pillars of Hercules. I finished them all this weekend and this morning. I’m still reading The Job by William Burroughs, The Long Trip: A short History of Psychedelia, Nine Chains to the Moon by R. Buckminster Fuller, and a couple of other books that I pick up when I sit on the toilet.
Maybe it’s that I don’t have TV or the internet at home. Probably.
A friend of mine the other night told me that some people think I’m a druggie. I said to him that those people are right. I’ve smoked pot half a dozen times in the last year (once with him actually, he brought the drugs and offered them!), dropped acid once in the past ten years, and lately I’ve been playing around with some herbal substances that mostly haven’t had any noticeable effects. The exception of course were the Oh pills and the Salvia. The Oh pills are suitable for recreation, the salvia, certainly not for recreation.
I find that salvia is actually an aid to me in putting down my fragile ego and experiencing reality even though it has the effect of actually blurring what we call reality. I don’t want to be tripping on salvia for hours or every day or even for more than 15 minutes in a week or month. The stuff scares the hell out of me. It’s not like the enjoyment I get from drinking a beer or having the occasional cig. Every hit of salvia is terrifying. What I found from it though is that having the experience allowed me to conceptualize and understand the inconceptualizable and ununderstandable. Let’s just say it provides a suitable frame of reference for solving certain philosophical problems that I have been pondering for nearly my entire life. For instance, if you have never seen a cat it doesn’t matter how well you use your imagination, you still won’t be able to know what a cat looks like. Same thing with the true structure of reality or the lack thereof. Emptiness is the form and the form is emptiness.
Or as the old zen joke goes.
How many zen masters does it take to screw in a light bulb?
The plum tree in the yard!
So yeah, download my book. Maybe even read the god damn thing! And if you think it might be as good or better than a lot of the books that are out there then maybe you can email your long lost cousin the publisher or agent and tell him or her about this insane writer that works as a tour guide in Hawaii (but who works for a company that can’t sell any of the tours and so isn’t real sure how he will pay his fucking rent) and who some people who use a lot of drugs think is a druggie, who walked around the entire island of Oahu and found out that no one cared (the Honolulu Advertiser put my press release on their blogs ‘user submitted’ page with a picture they had of me from 2004- thanks for asking for a new one assholes!) and who might actually have discovered the real secret of everything but who is loathe to tell anyone because his fragile ego is tired of realizing that nobody fucking cares and would hate to share something so profound only to have it end up being the #7 reason people come to his blog. The first six being all having to do with a George W. Bush buttplug that does really hot on search engines but that no one actually wanted to buy.
I won’t hold my breath.

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The fabric of reality, half priced things, and the end of my fast.

What exactly is the fabric of reality? What holds us all together? I am speaking not just metaphorically but also literally. Think about it, you are made up of atoms that are made up of protons and electrons that are made up of smaller particles and all of them are held together by universal forces that we can put a name to but that no one actually understands. Something is keeping us from flying apart at any given moment. What is it that holds the fabric of reality together?

Personally, I think that atomic force, gravity, electricity, magnetism and the rest are simply the visible manifestations of God. We are held together (and not just us but EVERYTHING) by these forces and to me, it is pretty clear that this is the hand of God. Why can’t you look God in the face? Because to see the true nature of these forces, one is destroyed. It’s a solid concept in Zen, if you strive to master contemplation you will lose the ability to contemplate.
Here are a few things to consider:

1. You are not still. You only think you’re still. You are accelerating.
2. Electromagnetic forces are holding your skin and bones together. (Whew.)
3. Time flows as you read. But need it flow forward? Might it flow backward, so that you unread each word and the words appear to you in reverse order?
4. Only 5 percent of the universe that you inhabit can be described as familiar matter. According to the author’s formulation, 25 percent is dark matter. The remaining 70 percent may consist of dark energy, which remains at this moment a hypothetical concept. But the next generation of particle accelerators may be powerful enough to achieve empirical tests of this theory and many of the others postulated here. If at some future date physical evidence is found to corroborate the boldest of these speculations, trips to Stockholm may ensue.
from The Fabric of the Cosmos by Brian Greene

If you stop and think about it, really think about it, it’s totally terrifying…unless you have some basic truth to hold you grounded. You don’t have to go Trippin with the Dalai Lama to get it. You just have to recognize that here we are. All of us. Held together by something that holds us together and most likely, we aren’t going to rush apart any time soon. Unless we take the time to really really really get it.

On the personal side of things…everything at my get rid of all my stuff website is now 1/2 the price it is listed as. If you see something you want, email me for a paypal invoice. I’m astounded that the 35 books I have on ebay for $9.99 still have no bids…did I put them in the wrong category or something?
Finally, this is the last day of my cleansing fast. I can’t wait to eat some great bread, mozzarella cheese, and a big juicy mango.

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