Posts Tagged ‘Bloomfield’

Moons, Bloomfields

Wednesday, January 13th, 2010

Four hundred years ago today, Galileo discovered the fourth of the Galilean moons (which he wanted to call Medicea Sidera after his patron), Callisto.

So, I’m watching Moon Rising, which is pretty entertaining,

and at 0:40 the word “Bloomfield” jumps out at me.

October 6, 1997 – Commander Jim Wetherbee and pilot Mike Bloomfield brought Atlantis down to a picture-perfect landing at 5:55 p.m. EDT on runway 15 at Kennedy Space Center. The deorbit burn occurred at about 4:48 p.m. EDT. This landing of Atlantis marked the 40th landing at KSC in the history of Space Shuttle flight. It was the seventh landing of the Shuttle at KSC this year.

STS-86 Atlantis, 87th shuttle mission” The Ultimate Space Place

5:55 on runway 15, yo!

Another Bloomfield, Maurice, is mentioned briefly in David White’s super-rad Sinister Yogis, which I’m currently reading. And who could forget “A World Effectively Controlled by the United Nations” author Lincoln P. Bloomfield?

The delightful slice of Pittsburgh I inhabit was apparently named “for the wildflowers that once populated its terrain” and not for New Jersey Governor and jagov Joseph Bloomfield, who led his state’s militia against local tax activists during the Whiskey Rebellion.

Have fun and cuídate.

Bloomsday 09 Bibliomancy

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

My fascination with synchronicity grows more out of Joyce than out of Jung.  Ulysses and Finnegan’s Wake are all about synchronicity, and they came out long before Jung ever wrote anything on the subject.

Robert Anton Wilson, 1988 interview

Among the volumes on occult subjects he had in his personal library in Trieste, we find many texts concerning occult matters, like Jacob Boehme’s The Signature of all Things, Emanuel Swedenborg’s Heaven and Its Wonders and Hell, two books on theosophy and discipleship by Annie Besant, a tract on the occult meaning of blood by Rudolph Steiner, a study in French on Spiritism, a volume by Merlin called The Book of Charms and Ceremonies Whereby All May Have the Opportunity of Obtaining Any Object They Desire, a translation of Plutarch’s theosophical essays, a study on Yogi philosophy and oriental occultism, a work by Giordano Bruno and a study on him, and finally several works by Blake and Yeats.23  Joyce remained interested in the occult also in his more mature years. In the Paris library we find a copy of The Occult Review (July 1923) which features essays and articles on the “Practical Qabala,” the “Akasic Records,” and “the alleged communication with Madame Blavatsky.” The Paris library hosts also other books on similar subjects, though not as many as the Trieste library.24 Such a variety of texts would suggest that Joyce’s position towards the occult
was very eclectic, as if the subject were a kind of amalgam of different traditions, all marked by the signature of secrecy. Theosophy, mysticism, magic, spiritism, and the so-called occult science in fact blend together to form a cluster of obscure erudition where Joyce eventually finds useful ideas, helpful in building up what looks literally like a cryptic system. This is consistent with the ways in which scholars use the word occult as an umbrella term.

Enrico Terrinoni, Occult Joyce: The Hidden in Ulysses

On June 16, folks gather to celebrate polymath literary trickster and all-around cantankerous goofball James Joyce and to read from Ulysses in particular.  Last year’s last-minute bibliomancy yielded up the esoteric secrets of the banana split, but I missed all the readings.  This morning I had the fun to hear the Telemachus/Martello tower episode (1) read at Bloomfield’s Crazy Mocha, and this afternoon caught the Scylla and Charybdis/National Library episode (9) at the Carnegie Library in Oakland. I did my own bibliomancy too, twice again, this time both from Ulysses.

THE FLYBILL

K. 11. post no bills.  Strictly confidential.  Dr Hy Franks.

HENRY

All is lost now.

(Virag unscrews his head in a trice and holds it under his arm.)

VIRAG’S HEAD

Quack!

(Exeunt severally.)

pg 510/523 Circe/Night Town episode (15)

K. 11. can also be read as K. K., K2/2K, and 11.11.,  but to what in Ulysses does Bloom’s talking flybill refer?  Round two answers this question and provides another instance of the 11-11/15 mirroring I first picked up [appropriately, given the adjectival use of "treacle" here] in the first Harry Potter novel.

His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.

Kino’s

11/-

Trousers.

Good idea that.  Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation.  How can you own water really?  It’s always flowing in a stream, never the same, which in the stream of life we trace.  Because life is a stream.  All kind of places are good for ads.  That quack doctor for the clap used to be stuck up in all the greenhouses.  Never see it now.  Strictly confidential.  Dr Hy Franks.

pg 150/153 Lestrygonians/lunch episode (8)

First let’s take the rowboat to the First Pennsylvania State Normal School at Millersville, where, in 1881, pedagogy and grammar prof (and future principal and textbook author, PA Teachers’ Association and NEA President, and 33rd degree Freemason) Eliphalet Oram Lyte saw the publication of The Franklin Square Song Collection and his most enduring contribution to human culture: the music (which he may not have actually composed, but adapted) to “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”.  Here’s another adaptation (of the lyrics) by local puppet regent King Friday XIII.

Propel, propel, propel your craft,
unforcefully down the liquid solution.
Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically,
existence is merely an illusion.

Lyte fled this illusory existence in 1913.

Pound first heard of James Joyce through Yeats, and contacted Joyce in Trieste in 1913. Joyce was at a low point; his book of poems Chamber Music had been published six years earlier and was his only book in print, and he was in poor financial straits trying to support his wife and two children. Joyce’s difficulties in publishing his collection Dubliners were legendary; it took him almost ten years for the volume to be published without expurgation. Pound was drawn by Joyce’s travails with censorious publishers, and his support resulted in the publication of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man as a serialization in The Egoist in 1914.

Jesse Rossa, “Joyce, Lawrence and Frost

This essay on how the magic arts of marketing are used in Ulysses offers further clues.

The most striking thing about the Kino’s advertisement, as an “answer,” is its opacity. This is not language spoken by one human voice in response to another; the words are just there, buoyant and energetic, a quotation from some mysterious and otherworldly source: Kino’s 11/-Trousers. The rowboat serves as a simple metaphor for the peculiar linguistic condition of the phrase, suggesting its quoted, artificial status and its separation from the ordinary give and take of conversation. In the characteristic mode of advertisement, this piece of text is adrift in the natural world, impenetrable and stubbornly detached. Perhaps the boat is also meant to draw our attention to the mobility of the Kino’s ad, since it does in fact wander on the treacly swells of Ulysses, reappearing twice in “Circe” as the gnomic sign “K. 11″ (15.1658, 2633), which Bloom says is “the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran” (15.1656), and then again in “Ithaca,” as an example of “the modern art of advertisement . . . condensed in trilateral monoideal symbols” (17.581-82).(2)

Daniel P. Gunn, “Beware of imitations: advertisement as reflexive commentary in ‘Ulysses.’” 1996

Thanks, Daniel!

The two other references to the ad are

CHRIS CALLINAN

What is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran?

BLOOM

Pleased to hear from you, Chris.  K. II.

pg. 478/488 Circe/Nighttown episode (15)

and

What also stimulated him in his cogitations?

The financial success achieved by Ephraim Marks and Charles A. James, the former by his 1d. bazaar at 42 George’s street, South, the latter at his 6½d. shop and world’s fancy fair and waxwork exhibition at 30 Henry street, admission 2d., children 1d.; and the infinite possibilities hitherto unexplored of the modern art of advertisement if condensed in triliteral monoideal symbols, vertically of maximum visibility (divined), horizontally of maximum legibility (deciphered) and of magnetising efficacy to arrest involuntary attention, to interest, to convince, to decide.

Such as?

K. 11.  Kino’s 11/- Trousers.

House of Keys.  Alexander J. Keyes.

pg. 667/683 Ithaca/Bloom & Stephen at No. 7 Eccles St. episode (17)

Aldebaran, then.  Don Gifford and Robert J. Seidman’s Annotated Ulysses (which, remarkably, was shelved at the library on Bloomsday) tells us that,

“Subsolar ecliptic” is a phrase no longer in use in astronomy.  Callinan’s question in effect means, “What is the angle between a line from the center of the earth to Aldebaran and a line from the center of the sun to Aldebaran?”

and that,

The correct answer to Callinan’s question would have been 0.048 seconds of arc.

but also that,

in the Harvard system of classification of stars by temperature (1890), K would correctly identify Aldebaran as a somewhat cooler than average star.

In fact, Aldebaran is a K5III star (for another 11-15 link), the brightest star and “bull’s eye” of my tropical zodiac Sun sign, Taurus, and the 13th brightest star as seen from Earth.  Wikipedia’s Aldebaran page also provides a hypothetical K2

In 1997, a possible substellar companion was reported, with a mass at least 11 times that of Jupiter with an orbital period of around 2 years; however, this has not been confirmed.

and an occult 15.

This star is close enough to the ecliptic to be occulted by the moon. Such occultations occur when the moon’s ascending node is near the autumnal equinox, as will be the case around 2015.

For a running start into the last quotation, note that the Tribe of Ephraim is also linked to the bull, and not just by the ancient Egypto-Israelites.

Ephraim Wales Bull (March 4, 1806September 26, 1895) was the inventor of the Concord grape. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Bull moved to Concord in 1836, settling with his wife on a farm next door to Amos Bronson Alcott.

In 1843, Bull began the deliberate process of breeding a grape that could thrive in the cold New England climate. By 1849, having planted 22,000 seedlings, he had created a large, sweet variety from a native species. By 1853, the grapes were for sale, but within several years, competing growers had begun raising their own crops of Concord grapes, purchased from Bull for $5 per vine. Bull saw little profit from the strain after the initial sales.

Ephraim Bull was elected to the Massachusetts House of Representatives in 1855. In 1893, after a fall, he ended up in the Concord Home for the Aged. He died in 1895. His epitaph reads, He Sowed Others Reaped.

Wikipedia

The Rev. James Flynn also died in 1895, as Joyce tells us in “The Sisters”, first of the fifteen stories in Dubliners, but let that go for the moment.  I’d next like to focus on the terms “trilateral” (as quoted by Gunn, above) and “triliteral” (as printed in my reprint of the 1961 edition [see notes on pagination, below]).  Joyce substituted the word “trilateral” for “infernal” in Finnegans Wake according to this “Genetic Exegesis“, which makes sense considering the Trilateral Commission’s infernality.  While the TLC is very goal-oriented, and there is, fortunately, only one of them, calling it or its symbol

“monoideal” (in category theory, “monoid” refers to a category with a single object) would be rather a stretch, however much it seeks a future in which the category “government” contains a single globe-girdling bureaucracy.

We also find the TLC (footnote 11) rubbing shoulders with Joyce in this Journal of Allied Health publication.  As for “triliteral”, the term applies both to three-letter word roots in Semitic languages and to the third type of Egyptian hieroglyph, which represents a three-consonant sequence (like TLC or, say, CFR in English).  The example given after the K-2/11-11 is “House of Keys.  Alexander J. Keyes.” and Bloom encounters/hallucinates Keyes (for whom he was working on an ad until his drunken editor intervened in the Aeolus episode [7]) in Nighttown.

BLOOM

(Solemnly.) You call it a festivity.  I call it a sacrament.

ALEXANDER KEYES

When will we have our own house of keys?

BLOOM

I stand for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten commandments.  New worlds for old.  Union of all, jew, moslem and gentile.  Three acres and a cow for all children of nature.  Saloon motor hearses.  Compulsory manual labour for all.  All parks open to the public day and night.  Electric dishscrubbers.  Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease.  General amnesty, weekly carnival, with masked licence, bonuses for all, esperanto the universal brotherhood.  No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors.  Free money, free love and a free lay church in a free lay state.

pg. 479/489 Circe/Nighttown episode (15)

I leave it as an exercise for the reader to contrast Bloom’s Utopian scenario with that of the Trilateral Commission and to answer the questions, “Which one is more ridiculous?”

One last bit of Q&A, then I’m out:

What did I discover upon exiting the Carnegie Library?

That the front tire of my bike had deflated.

What did I do about it?

I walked it from Oakland to Kraynick’s in Garfield, across Penn Avenue from a convenience store called…

K-2.

Happy Bloomsday & cuídate!

NOTES ON PAGINATION

Page numbers preceding the “/” are from the Random House 1934 edition, the first official American edition of Ulysses, which, hilariously (to me, though maybe not so much to Joyce), was set from an inaccurate 1929 pirated edition.  An accurate US edition (the one I’ve quoted from and the source [by way of Random House's June, 1990 First Vintage International Edition, which includes the 1934 page numbers parenthetically in the margins] of the page numbers following the “/”) based on the one Joyce commissioned Stuart Gilbert to edit for The Odyssey Press in 1932, wasn’t printed until 1961.

I Want To B-lieve

Saturday, October 25th, 2008

Yesterday (10/24) afternoon at the sushi bar, I told my pal Danny to expect Ashley Todd’s tall (6′4″) tale to implode by the end of the day.  Around 8 pm, a fellow on the smoke deck said his Republican pal called with the news that Todd had confessed and quipped, “Welcome to your Barack Obama presidency.”  On 10/23, Fox News VP John Moody prophesied similarly in his blog post “Moment of Truth”.

That does not mean that he has erased the mutual distrust between black and white Americans, and this incident could become a watershed event in the 11 days before the election.

If Ms. Todd’s allegations are proven accurate, some voters may revisit their support for Senator  Obama, not because they are racists (with due respect to Rep. John Murtha), but because they suddenly feel they do not know enough about the Democratic nominee.

If the incident turns out to be a hoax, Senator McCain’s quest for the presidency is over, forever linked to race-baiting.

For Pittsburgh, a city that has done so much to shape American history over the centuries, another moment of truth is at hand.

link

The truth is clearly out there, and you don’t have to be Miss Marple or Fox Mulder to figure out cui bono from this “hoax” (hint: it ain’t McCain’s deliberately doomed campaign nor the good people of Bloomfield).  Alas, the Todd case grows more familiar as it grows more bizarre.

Investigators asked Todd to return to the police station today for more questioning and to help them release a composite sketch of the suspect.

When she did, police say she admitted that she made the whole thing up and that it snowballed out of control.

Todd told investigators today that she “just wanted to tell the truth” – adding that she was neither robbed, nor attacked.

“She indicated that she has prior mental problems and that she does not remember how the backward letter B got on her face,” Richard told reporters today.

Todd told police that while she did not remember how the backward “B” got on her face, she may have done it herself since she was the only one in the car.

According to police, Todd said she thought of Barack Obama when she saw the “B” in her rearview mirror.

link

I’m willing to entertain the notion that Todd is just a messed-up kid (i.e. “lone nut”), creeped out (as am I) by the prospect of an Obama presidency, who made some stuff up in a demented attempt to help in an unhelpable situation.  Her story was so transparently bogus that, in an uncharacteristic display of restraint, Pittsburgh police didn’t just nail some random dark-skinned fellow and call it a day.  So, you know, props to the cops ‘n’at.

Most folks I spoke with today want to believe that Todd was “put up to it” by McCain’s campaign (have I mentioned I work at Whole Foods?), and perhaps she was.  Considering the diaphanousness of her original tale and the rapidity of its high-profile collapse, however, I doubt it.

Let’s say Todd’s alleged amnesia concerning the “B” is not evidence of mind-control programming, but just more ad-libbed ass-covering.  Let’s say her dissociated bewilderment is either feigned or attributable to her vague “history of mental problems” and set aside the many historical precedents of such folks’ employment as operatives.  The Todd saga might not turn out to be a straight-up PSYOP (linked to ACORN, as has been whispered about, or agents provocateur in the McCain camp or whatever) but there are enough red flags here to make those possibilities worth exploring.

On the other hand, the P-G says Todd waved a Huckabee false flag for Ron Paul and got booted from his doomed campaign back in March.

In March, Ms. Todd was asked to leave a grass-roots group of Ron Paul supporters in Brazos County, Texas, group leader Dustan Costine said. He said Ms. Todd posed as a supporter of former Arkansas governor and presidential candidate Mike Huckabee and called the local Republican committee seeking information about its campaign strategies.”She would call the opposing campaign and pretend she was on their campaign to get information,” Mr. Costine said last night. “We had to remove her because of the tactics she displayed. After that we had nothing to do with her.”

About a month earlier, he said, Ms. Todd sent an e-mail to the Ron Paul group saying her tires were slashed and that campaign paraphernalia had been stolen from her car because she supported Mr. Paul.

“She’s the type of person who wants to be recognized,” Mr. Costine said.

link

Sometimes a lone nut is just a lone nut, and that may well be the case with Todd.  As pals never tire of reminding me, not everything is a conspiracy.

Conspiracies do abound, though, and as long as folks want to believe in something, they tend to do so.  If you want to believe that backing one baloney-spouting shyster instead of another in a rigged election is doing your part, for instance, you’re not likely to ask if your part is a nonspeaking, nonpaying extra role in some megalomaniac’s apocalyptic blockbuster.  For election season and ever after, we’d all do well to check our beliefs before they wreck something more valuable.

As for Bloomfield, it’s been my home and thus my favorite place on the planet for the past five years, so it irks me that something this lame drew the nation’s attention here.  Aside from the occasional mugging and October Surprise (which you’ll get anywhere), Bloomfield is as peaceful and fun a community as you’re ever likely to find.

In any case, so I want to believe.

UPDATE 10-26

The Busman’s Holiday has compiled some fine stuff on the Todd case, for anyone still following it.  Props to Bob Mayo and peace to yinz all.

Chemtrails Over Pittsburgh 10-11-08

Saturday, October 11th, 2008

When I went outside just after 9 this morning, I stood beneath a chemtrail cross.  The southward arm had dissipated by the time I returned from the coffee shop, but the other three arms persisted and spread.  While waiting for a bus at around 11:30 – 11:40 I watched two planes spray another cross and by noon these too were spreading.  In East Liberty, the view from where East Mall Apartments used to be revealed a huge patch of goop previously occluded by trees and buildings spreading across the western sky.  Liberty Avenue was blocked off for a parade and tons of folks were out jogging, biking, strolling and so forth, as it was a lovely day aside from the fierce spraying and Mercurial tweakage.

My post on Beck’s “Chemtrails” song has been updated.