Book Concept: moving from strengths

While reading a book review with the idea / title The Metaphysics of Ping-Pong,
it occurred to me that a book dealing with The Metaphysics of Contracts
might be a decent diversion
both in the writing and the reading.

I've long been searching for an appropriate topic/piece to write about.
And I know more than many about contracts.
And I've formed my share plus of opinions on notions metaphysical
So there may be a good fit here.

How 'bout a section on An Insight into Everyday Contracts.
Say the one with your cable company.
Or still in a tekkie mode, one that you "Agree" to with a click online.
Or best of all Banks and Insurance companies.

And a chapter on "Where All This S**T gets us..."
Mentioning diminished appreciation for the importance of the Rule of Law
Which is a rather ironic outcome (diminishing what should be built up.)

It might also include extracts and links to various contracts.
And a sidebar on Enforcement of ...
and a side-side bar on the Horrors of Litigation.

Best to start in the middle (actual examples)
then the End
then the beginning will fall into place.

And do it in form of blog
which may generate some feedback which
could positively influence next steps
in the collective Journey of exploration
into the world of everyday contracts.

And a blog would add extra motivation to getting 'er done!
The pressure would be on to get out the next installment.
Which might very well be a good thing.

The humour component should be disciplined.
The rant quotient kept lean.

There might also be the notion of layers
weaved throughout the piece.
For digital screen applications mostly.
So there would be the core layer primarily visible,
but there would be 'layered' entries something like
endnotes, or other examples, or rants, or jokes,
Each layer a click away, with teasers adjacent to the click spot.

Does Market Play with Science

Consider the problem of someone (me, you, another, the hospitalized) who experiences "depression".
And also consider the $ 20,000,000,000.00 (est) annual! anti-depressant medication industry.
(they don't call it BIG Pharma for nothin'.)
And consider the recently described illness with the handle "drug induced tardidysphorium".

This last phrase means: late onset (tardi) unhappiness (dysphorium) brought about by injesting medications - ironically those meds being initially recommended to cure depression in the first place, and which now, after a time, have made it worse.


And this from one of my favourite poets, Dane Piet Hein.

REMEDIES' REMEDIES

Pills are useful
against ills
and against
too many pills.

Sculling

a few observations about my recent experiences with sculling.

These are the recordings of a newbie.
While I had been in, and operated,  skiffs and rowboats previously, some years back, never in a racing boat.
Nor had I ever hung out at a rowing place.
My familiarity on the water has been in runabouts, canoes, kayaks, small sail boats, windsurfers and yachts.

Well, for me the familiar became foreign.
Things are all backwards.
It starts with language and related concepts.
You face the stern, rather than the bow
The  bow points in the direction of travel.
Normally you face the direction of travel. Not with sculling.
It's like a sport that requires you to walk, or worse run, backwards.

Port, normally on your left hand side is now on the right.
It took long enough to learn port from starboard corresponding with left and right.
Now reverse it.

And then there is the mechanics, with levers (oars) and fulcrums (the pivot or pins).
Move your hands toward your body, and the blades go away from your body.
Move your hands up, and the blades go down.
Totally counter intuitive.

Better to teach young'uns this sport, cuz the mature have a lot of long learned leanings which must be overcome.

Then there is the whole balance thing.
These craft are narrow. And tippy.
How narrow and tippy?
Well the closest prior experience was as a kid, playing in the water, with a big ol' log.

Ever try sitting on a log in the water.
In short, it is not easy. Damn near impossible.
A doubles racing scull ain't much different.

Next consider the movement of the two oars handles in the typical stroke.
The idea is that the left and right oars describe a symmetrical pattern.
This creates a mirror image with the axis being the long center line of the boat.
The two oars handles ought to move in a fluid pattern, first away from you, then towards you, preserving the symmetry.
Imagine your hands over a big table. The right hand makes a big imaginary letter 'C' on the table in one smooth away stroke. The left hand does the same only in mirror image. Now do it at the same time with both hands. First a stroke away from your body, then a return stroke towards your body.
But here's the rub.
Or should I say smash.
When the oars are perpendicular to the boat, the symmetry can not be maintained.
That's because the oars are too long to allow then to avoid smacking into each other.
Where the letters come closest together, in fact there is an overlap.
You must either make one higher than the other, asymmetrical, or one in front of the other, asymmetrical.
Or alternatively feel the smash.
Smashed hands (usually the thumbs that cover the end of the oars) are a common place rookie experience.

For all the obstacles though, there must be some net benefits.
Elsewise, why would some folks  persist, and persist they do.
That's cuz when it's going right, it is a thing of beauty.

Beauty, and an awesome sense of the power of muscles moving the craft along the water's surface.
And of course, it is a healthy workout when done right.

For me the learning continues.
I don't expect to see the best of the  benefits for some time.
I shall have to be content with taking comfort merely from the fact that I (my brain and other body parts) am learning.

more later.

Convolutions Hypocricies and Ironies: Ontario Lawyers

Here is (another ?) stab at an outline for a monograph
that has been in my head for a couple of decades or more.

For sure somethings related to this topic appear in one of my hand written journals,
but perhaps now is a good time to start a piece digitally.


The most recent element to cross my path connects the rules of our governing authorities and their partners for access to the real estate conveyancing software that allows lawyers to change the named ownership of a property online, ( read while in your pajamas and slightly inebriated at the comfort of your home worktable). I acknowledge that a real real estate lawyer would have written that sentence differently.

So a lawyer wishing access has to go through one lot of hoops - many of them repetitious, needlessly, some them comical and some tragic.

One irony before it slips my head: for a group that includes in its mandate 'promotion of the rule of law', the rules of these rule guardians promotes the breaking of the rules. Go figure. And without, heretofore, nary the slightest whisper from the governed, nor the governors for that matter.

For my dear readers it is probably best I now to set the stage, a backgrounder of sorts.

The software is required for the ordinary and the extraordinary practice of real estate law in the province. Real estate law practice at the householder side is all about doing the paperwork to reflect that Bob & Jane have just bought a new old home. New to the buyers, old to the sellers. The paper work will also reflect the reality that the First New Bank has loaned the money that was given to the bikers that have just sold the place, and their lenders whoever they may be.

Now in our system we allow anybody, for a small fee, (hmmmm), an opportunity to view a record disclosing ownership, and lender, and claimant information, about each privately owned chunk of land in the province. And it is known to be a very reliable system. People can and do count on it, routinely. The stakes are usually very significant, both in dollar terms, and emotional terms.

So the designers, and protectors of the system (read: lawyers) are eager to ensure the system is secure. And in an online, world around, bit based system, knowing who is actually entering the critical information into the system database is a paramount concern. Securing that security requires protocols, and procedures, and the inevitable rules, which rules often reach the status of laws, for which, on a breach, the State may impose severe penalties.

What I have recently had confirmed from an impeccable set of sources, is that there is widespread flaunting of the critical rules, and just as sadly, widespread lying about it. And for clarity, yes I level these charges at Ontario lawyers. Not that any other jurisdiction is meaningfully better.

Sample Size = 1ne

Of all the things rushing through my catalyzed head,
I choose now to make a note about sample size & relations.
It's an ol' saw that:
a sample size of one is not statistically significant.

Let me grant that.
The rub, I figure, is that a sample size of one
may be significant in a high degree in other ways.

Would you say there are no other ways?
I suppose that depends on whether you are from the Evidence Based School.
It's enjoying quite a ride these days - leastwise from my vantage point.
Everybody wants the evidence. The studies. From prestigious academic outfits, ideally.
But in a pinch, any academic outfit or foundation or Research Center will do.

Me? I'm kind of torn.
Is this to diminish my own, personally held views and opinions? merely because I haven't inquired of someone else and recorded their answers.
I should hope not.

I'm perhaps vane, thoughtful, over-reaching, clever, or any of these by asserting my own views,
alone as they may be,
as having some significance.
But of course they have significance.
Elsewise why carry on.

'So what significance' comes the cry?
I'll tell you what.
Virtually every creative act of every human
arose out of a conviction that a sample size of one was plenty adequate.

Digest that comprehensive assertion.

So don't be offput by stats mavens hollering the sample size is inadequate.
That's my advice.
And it's worth every nickel you paid for it.

bonsoir
M

Pricinig

It's taken time to get here,
and some mental effort,
and the time remaining for this com-post
                                    (compose a post)
                       or should that be compost
is brief.
so I'll be too.

Pricing.
So why is this subject so clandestine, so hidden, so mysterious?
I dunno.
But I do know that its a subject best explored.

T'would make a great, no, make that
GRRREAT!!!
reality tv series.

What am I talking about, you offer?
Well, who figures out, and how, the price of a good or service or idea?
Wouldn't that be neat to know.
Of course it would if the subject matter had pre-existing interest to you.
Who figures out that that pretty pair of red stiletto Italian leathers is $279 US.?
Or  that the SKI_TRACKS app  is only 99cents ?
(they don't have a convenient cents symbol on these keypads like they used to.)

Or how about labour rates?
a ditch digger $22 per hr.
and a fast food student worker $9 per hr.
What gives.
And an orthodontist at, net of expense, say $500 hr
And a very successful hockey player or financier at $5,000 per hr.

And what about our institutions, corporations and government?
Who figures out how much they get in the great game of Take Away.

gotta leave y'there.
till another time
M

Imperceptible morphication

Slowly, and I would argue imperceptibly, the social construct of our community is changing, notably as it relates to altered states of consciousness, and related social gatherings.

What I really mean is that folks don't drink like they used to, and the very fabric of our society is changed, and I say not in a good way.

I think we were better off as a community when there was more social drinking.
Much better in my pa's day, yep, that's for sure.

Just talk to the ol' timers. They'll tell you.
Many more memorable events, by their own recounting, involved a big piss-up.
And ain't that what it's all about? memories! The more the merrier.
Count me in.

Examples of the morphication abound.
Tonight's event a prime example, as I now relate.

The 52 Annual Ch. Acc't Dinner; this one at Bryston's on the invite of EMoles.
150 like suited souls, with hardly a wit of enthusiasm among them.
They oughta make having done a small doobie an entrance token.
Or at least a couple of stiff scotches. As was long the practice.

And can you believe this: the cocktails followed by the dinner meal followed by dessert, and then the guest speaker Dr. Fernando, followed by cash bar and networking was over by 8:30 pm!!?

Sheeucks, my kids don't get out of the shower till 9:30pm, predrinking starts at 9:30 or 10 or later and then it's time for  a public appearance, and then the altered conscious state peaks. and for a short while the buzz/mania  continues.

Anyway the event was a mere shadow of its formal self.
Add up all the credits, ( the smiles, the laughs, the fun, the memories ) then subtract the debit shit, and there was invariably a positive difference.

And, ye-as, I acknowledge the debit stuff is no trivial matter. It has heft. But the heft gave rise to hype. And the hype is what annoys.

Meanwhile as a gang, a society, we somehow got mesmerized by the hype.
And we somehow ignored all them credits.
And the Temperance cabal got traction.
But we can now see more clearly the consequences.
And some of them are not so felicitous.

I knew it was going on quite some time back.
The trend line has only continued in the same direction.
Less drinking, less socializing, less positive; net.

With the Sat. Industrial League Curling one may get serious data.
The charting would be simple, simple.( good grade eighter)
And the conclusions would be obvious.
Temperance traction is highly co-related with  dwindling numbers of participants and diminished intensity of socialization of curlers.

And then there is the ACT, a local chapter of a fraternal group I associate with.
Same kind of story, same kind of numbers. Dismal and dwindling.

And so I sez to m'self, Self:how is it that all this is Good?
And to this very moment, perhaps beyond, I don't know how it could be good.
Seems to me it is no good, net.

Well the energy tank is near dry,
so I close for the moment.
Anxious to return.
y'rs etc.