Synchronized Chaos May 2014: Confidence Interval

Welcome, readers, to Synchronized Chaos’ May 2014 issue, where we explore the idea of confidence. A confidence interval is a concept in statistics referring to the accuracy of an estimate. Researchers can say they are pretty confident that the number they’re trying to find is within a certain range, known as the confidence interval.

As in statistics, we often find ourselves dealing with estimates and rough ideas in the human and larger natural worlds. We aren’t perfect, don’t know everything, and often possess too much, or too little, confidence, and aren’t sure how we fit into the larger universe.

So, these submissions explore various aspects of the broad, complicated concept of confidence.

Some look at the big picture, exploring how and what we know about the universe and our own minds.

Dr. Inez Fung’s lecture at Oakland’s Chabot Space and Science Center, written up by Cristina Deptula, looks at weather versus climate and what we can understand and predict about complex systems. Christopher Bernard presents a more personalized look at ecological issues through the life of a fictional man attempting to live using the smallest amount of natural resources possible, confident that his life and choices matter on a larger scale.

DanaLynne Johnson’s dramatic piece Toy Law also explores questions of our responsibility to the larger world, in a more personal context. Her speaker avoids speaking up about domestic violence at his neighbor’s home, when he could have made a difference, and finds himself facing consequences.

Other pieces focus on internal, psychological aspects of how we view ourselves and our capacity to deal with our world. Dr. Daniela Kaufer, UC Berkeley associate professor of integrative biology, looks at how acute and chronic stress affects our brains, and how we can mitigate those impacts. As she discusses, in a talk Cristina Deptula has reviewed, an optimal level of challenges in life can build up our ability to function as we figure out how to handle them, but overwhelming, intense stresses can cause physical damage to our bodies.

Austin Harrington shows us a writer whose sense of self is shaken by poverty, and returning poet David Cicerone illustrates the inner wisdom gained through a rip-roaring whirlwind of international travel escapades. Michelle Tholen’s luminous artwork highlights the effects natural landscapes have on us and our sense of who we are. We are reminded that we exist within, and are part of, a larger, natural world that was here before us, and will remain after our passing.

Sandy Hiortdahl’s poetry and prose piece also comment on our place in the universe and the persistence of memory, drawing upon history and mythology to evoke the personal and collective subconscious. Fresh, crisp details bring the ghost on the motorcycle and the fantastic opera house to life.

Rick Hartwell’s poetry explores the tension between fresh anticipation and disappointed hopes, and uses fog, muscled horses, and waves crashing against cliffs as jumping off points for his reveries. Nature here causes him to think, reminds him of who he is, and calls him back to a broader sense of life and his place in the universe.

Erik Stitt’s visual art is inspired by Native American motifs, the landscape of the American Southwest, and Western fantasy and science fiction. Stitt’s work reminds us that wonder, awe, and imagination are not solely the province of our culture and generation, but much more universal.

Walter Savage’s abstract paintings evoke human relationships and our connection to each other, which is another way in which people draw identity and confidence.

Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope column reviews two novels with protagonists who gain confidence as they learn from life and make choices: Audrey from Michelle Carrithers’ Summer Justice and Dr. Pearl Stern, pioneering female physician in the 19th century southeastern United States, from Marie Bartlett’s Pearl, M.D. 

In Kristian Wood’s short piece, the narrator gets up the courage to fly on an airplane. This fictional vignette reflects the author’s own experience of moving out on his own to start his life. Leticia Garcia-Bradford’s speaker also achieves a personal victory, taking her life back from a destructive relationship.

As with most things, including self-confidence, it is possible to go too far. Neila Mezynski depicts proud, self-assured men in her tone poetry, character sketches full of unique, telling details. Essayist Ayokunle Adeleye cautions against overconfidence in business, warning founders of enterprises not to gamble away what they cannot afford to lose.

Governments and larger social structures, as well as individuals, can possess destructive levels of hubris. Grace Chen’s novel Forget Me Not: A Love Story of the East, as reviewed here by Tony Longshanks le Tigre, illustrates the damage caused to individual lives and relationships by the Chinese Cultural Revolution, a time when the government believed it knew enough to manage an entire society through central planning.

Thank you very much for taking the time to read through this issue. We hope that by considering the meaning and value of each submission here, that we all will grow in our understanding of what it means to be a person here on this planet, to share the human adventure with many fellow travelers.

** Announcement, for the Synchronized Chaos family: A group of creative people in and around Hayward, California are starting a hackerspace, Hayhackers, which is an all-ages community center open to the public and should open up soon in the downtown. Hackerspaces are part of an international movement and are sprouting up all around the world. They are places where people can build things and work on electronics, computer, arts, crafts, sewing, creative writing, woodworking, photography etc type projects. You can come in, bring and share tools and do your own project, or join classes and workshops and networking events at the space.

Hayward is a multicultural, multigenerational and lower-income community with a lot of dedicated, interesting people but not a lot of industry or employment or safe places for people to gather. Hackerspaces in other cities have brought companies and industry leaders to town to meet people and consider investing in the community and bringing jobs to the area.

We’d love to see the Synchronized Chaos family get involved with Hayhackers and help them get off the ground. Please check out the website, www.hayhackers.org, which includes an interview with Synchronized Chaos author Ryan Hodge (Wounded Worlds). Hayhackers has regular Meetups at the Eko Cafe on B Street, Thursday evenings from 7-8 pm and all are welcome, even total non-techies, and especially those who want to volunteer! We’ll be at the Maker Faire in San Mateo, May 17-18th with science demonstrations for kids, and will be launching an IndieGogo fundraiser soon.

** Further announcement – the Hayward Library, 835 C Street, downtown encourages people to save the Earth and pass on a love of reading. They’re hosting a book giveaway, where people can bring gently used, well-read and well-loved books they’re willing to part with, to an event on their front lawn from 9-1 pm. They’ll give them directly to people of all ages who want to read them. I will be there myself and would look forward to meeting anyone who comes.

 

 

 

 

 

Memoir by Kristian Wood

 

Flight

“Here’s some gum. Be sure to chew this so your ears pop.”

I remembered my father’s words as I sat with my back pressed against the seat during take-off. I chewed my gum relentlessly, but it didn’t help. I figured out a formula which was to yawn every five minutes, or whenever I felt an increase in pressure. By the end of the trip my mouth was so dry not only from the yawning, but also from the refusal to drink anything the flight attendant offered. Ten years later, and I still do them both. The only way I could peer out of the window was through my peripherals. I refused to turn my head, but I felt other passengers’ eyes glaring past my face through the small porthole, and watched the city become smaller and smaller. Seattle was just as beautiful up close as it was thousands of miles in the air. We were still ascending. I was motionless until the plane leveled out. The clouds encompassed the 747.

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Epic poetry from David Cicerone

 

HISTORY
REPEATS
ITSELF
IN
PARADISE


For Alex Duplain

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‘Solo y herido, así me dejas,
Sabiendo que mañana irás
con otro al altar’

DAVID CICERONE
DCSK—002

There is a place in life for faith but that place is not in the mind
Security is whatever you get when you’ve outrun your memories,
& redemption only comes when you’ve been damned by what you can’t live down—
But the voice of conscience is as hard to hear as it is to kill
Love is whatever it takes to outlive your regrets,
& when the soul’s as timeless as its absence the heart’s as good as the last place it left

For in Cartagena I was threatened with my head by gangland pawns whose barked commands to pay in blood or money sounded rehearsed enough for the Norwegians and I to bolt to the ocean in full confidence that there was no real menace, only for their leader to ambush our hovel with a pistol three days later demanding hundreds of thousands in ransom for an associate of ours his boys had plucked off the street and held bound and gagged in a minivan which us ashen-faced rubes tried to collect from sympathetic friends but in the end had no other choice than to pony up ourselves
And in Medellín as twisted revenge for the student-anarchist crackdown our taxi driver played slalom with the riot shields at a speed fit to ignite terror in anyone
And in Bogotá the coffee farmer dressed his kneecaps and left elbow in a balm thick enough to conceal the freshly inked smiley-faces, having delayed the forearm winking frown until the morrow because he “just couldn’t get four tattoos in a single day from a one-eyed mechanic”
And in Villa de Leyva I fought through grimy boulevards, thatched-roof shanties and identically dressed families of seventeen just to scratch myself raw from bedbugs and take in animated custody battles between the owner of the flophouse and her most unfortunate favorite mistake

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Essay from Christopher Bernard

 

Panamanian Golden Frog, from the Daily Dank

Panamanian Golden Frog, from the Daily Dank

 

Zero Carbon & the Great Extinction

By Christopher Bernard

It was Sam who got me thinking, one day, after I read a book about how mankind was causing the greatest extinction of species on earth in 65 million years. Sam’s my dog, a black Labrador with deep, sad eyes. It was what I saw in those eyes that changed my mind – actually, it changed my whole life. My name is Johnny José Brennan, and I live in Davenport, Iowa, not far from the Mississippi River.
I read the book over one of my few weekends away from the office. As I read, I often shook my head in alarm and amazement. I’d followed reports on global warming and humanity’s other devastating effects on other living creatures over the years, and fully accepted these were serious issues, but I’d had no idea about this; I’d believed it was mostly a question of rising oceans and more violent hurricanes and unstable weather that would have an effect a couple of generations down the road. But this was a different order of magnitude altogether.

I vaguely remembered my Uncle Jésus (on my Mexican mother’s side) railing against what he called “ecocide” when I was little, and something he had called, with a melodramatic flourish, “the coming holocaust of the species.” My dad, an Irishman with family still in Donegal, had claimed global warming was all made up by liberals, that environmentalism was just a way for Big Science to get grants from Washington and take more of people’s rights away; he and his brother-in-law had had many a memorable shout-’n’-out (angry shouts followed by even angrier, if possible, slamming of doors) while I was growing up, so I dismissed both of them, my father’s conspiracy theories and my crazy uncle’s rants about “species collapse.” But now I wasn’t so sure.

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Cristina Deptula on Dr. Daniela Kaufer’s talk on the neuroscience of stress at Berkeley’s Pyramid Alehouse

 

Most everyone can relate to being stressed out. But, how does stress actually affect us and our brains? A recent talk gave an in-depth look at the neuroscience involved with various types of stress. And, while this may not convince everyone’s employer to let them take the day off and head to the beach, the research will likely lead to better understanding of and therapy for stress-related conditions.

Dr. Daniela Kaufer, a UC Berkeley associate professor of integrative biology, gave a lecture April 3rd at Berkeley’s Pyramid Alehouse. She discussed the dangers that certain types of stress pose to the brain and suggested some mechanisms behind this and new directions for treatment.

Dramatic piece from DanaLynne Johnson

 

*Toy Law*

1 How was I supposed to know there was a law. The Bad Samaritan law? Whose bright idea was that? He should be here in this cell: not me. He beat his wife: not me. He endangered his own child: not me. All I did was listen. All I did was…all I did was witness a crime. I didn’t do anything. … Victoria? … Are you okay, Victoria? … Is Genesis okay? … I heard her crying: I heard her, Victoria. I wanted to pick her up. I wanted to…

2 Door’s open! I’ll be right there! I just got out of the shower! Did you bring Henry Weinhart? The game’s on ESPN! Damn! … Hey, can you turn up the volume? I can’t hear it in here! … Victoria? What did he accuse you of this time? … Did you burn his dinner? … Forget to do his laundry? You didn’t iron his shirts? … Hey, can you turn it up? I still can’t hear anything? … Come on, Victoria. Strike back. Matt?—I think that your name—didn’t anyone tell you that you don’t hit a girl? We don’t hit women. … Damn! … There’s my wallet … Did someone forget that bit of information? Where were you when that lesson was being learned by everybody else? … You must have thought they said trains when they passed out brains. … Damn you! Victoria? Hang in there. … Hey! Get me a glass and some ice! Thanks!

3 I didn’t hear anything? did you? … Are you sure? No, I didn’t hear anything. Where did you put the remote? … Hamm! That hits the spot! … Which game is this? The Lakers-Celtics game should be up in about ten minutes. … I didn’t hear anything. … Victoria? Genesis? … God damn you, Matt. … Nothing. I didn’t say anything.

4 I’m not a bad person. I pay my bills. I pay my taxes. I keep to myself. Most of the time, anyway. I want to throw something. But everything’s nailed down. Damn! … Someone came by an hour ago. … I don’t need a public defender: I didn’t do anything wrong! Fuck! I never laid a hand on him. I never even spoke to him. … Make me! Come on,: make me shut up! Fuck you! I’m fucking innocent!

5 Victoria’s here? Where’s Genesis? I’ll have to ask her. … I wish I could wash my face at least. Shave, maybe. Don’t want to look like Matt.

6 What the hell was she mad about? I didn’t do anything. I did not do any thing, Victoria. How can I be guilty of doing nothing? People do it every day. … I feel like in a cage. I’m in a cage, and the zoo visitors are all staring at me. I think they should experience life from this side. … God, you look awful, Victoria. Why did you come, anyway? Shouldn’t you wait until the marks fade? Shouldn’t you cover up your bruises? Makeup: you should wear makeup? Shouldn’t you? I think you should. Hey, do you know who won the game? … What are you so mad at? … Shouldn’t You take it out on Matt? He’s the one who putt those marks on your face, on your arms? … He didn’t touch Genesis, did he? … Thank God.

7 Hey! Did you put the beer in the fridge? I’ve got the pretzels. … What do you mean? … You called the police? On me? … Here. Here’s your beer! Get out!

 

Poetry from Neila Mezynski

 

Boys and Men Men

– Sharp, quiet fast. Lickety loose. Do get it. Windblown . Please.

– Surly, red-belly man. Defend his lack of care. Plenty of not that. Smirk skirt, issue. Roadblock.

– Henpeck blind by both. Comfortable tune out. Don’t raise voice, get slammed. Don’t care really. One track mind. Quality.

– Don’t think. Keep them demon at bay. Sit now oh driven one. Disposal. Blast off tumbleweed. Care too much.

– Don’t need help, any. Please.

– Sick and red beard round shoulder hump back waist. Suspender. Need no new diet now. Got it all figured out. Stuck.

– Red face high ego might. Mostly insecure specially when the ground is ripped from under. Them too. Showboat left. Snooty snoot.

– Don’t say much except okay. Efficient. Sexy. Chocolate.

– Big belly baby. gotta ? now? later? Lamppost.

– Shaking finger big quick brain. Hard to keep up with that fast. Anything for a friend. Gold.

Neila Mezynski

 

 

Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope

 

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Summer Justice is a short story by Michelle Carithers. It is the story of Audrey Taylor who comes from a dysfunctional family in a run-down neighborhood. She wants to escape the shootings and drug-infested neighborhood, where she grew up in a home with an alcoholic father and a mother that has supported her family for years. Her siblings all became successful except one brother who got caught up in crime. She found a room to rent with an elderly woman 500 miles away. She arrives one week early because she is about to start classes and start a job in the college bookstore. When she arrives at Ms. June Baker’s house, the elderly lady says she will think it over and let her know in a week. Audrey’s car barely made it there and won’t make it back. Audrey tells Ms. June that they had agreed the room was hers. Then Ms. June tells her she didn’t realize Audrey was black. Ms. June lives in a ‘white’ neighborhood.

Henry, Ms. June’s neighbor, accepts Audrey as a neighbor and friend after she moves into the room. Ms. June tells Audrey that her husband was murdered in a home invasion robbery. Audrey’s brother has been arrested and has been linked to home invasion robberies and murder. Summer Justice touches on the subject of prejudice in many cultures. I am rating Summer Justice five stars. I recommend Summer Justice for older teens to adult. I know that you will enjoy Summer Justice as much as I have.

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Wow!! This novel is absolutely FANTASTIC!! Definitely 5 stars and 2 thumbs up! I absolutely loved it and hope there will be a book 2. It is about Dr. Pearl Stern, one of the few women doctors in the 1800’s.

Pearl started out working with Dr. Stone in his medical practice. After Dr. Stone dies, she tries to buy the practice from his widow. However, his widow is a mean, jealous and vengeful woman. She is also very rich and has an extreme amount of influence in the Missouri town they live in and in the state of Missouri. When a woman who is pregnant and has lost a vast amount of blood is brought in by her family without the knowledge of the woman’s husband, Pearl delivers the baby and stabilizes the woman. Since the woman has lost such a vast amount of blood, she advises she be kept there. The woman’s family takes her home where she and the baby soon die. The husband blames Pearl and tells the widow Stone, who hates Pearl and has delusions that Pearl
was after her husband when he was alive. The Widow Stone then bribes Mr. Singleton with a great deal of cash to slander Pearl and have her thrown in prison.

Pearl leaves Missouri having no knowledge what the Widow Stone is going to do. She arrives in Asheville, NC and sets up practice. While there, she becomes friends with the Sheriff.

Pearl is a very progressive doctor. Not only is she a woman physician, but she will medically treat anyone who needs to be treated regardless of race or social standing. She also hires an African-American woman at first, just to help with the cleaning of the office. Loomey, her helper soon proves her worth and Dr. Stern soon promotes her to be her assistant. After Pearl heals one of the officers who were shot, she gains some of the respect she deserves. Then the widow Stone obtains a governor’s warrant for Pearl’s arrest and she is extradited back to Missouri.

Chief Harkins takes her to Missouri and helps clear up the lies that
led to the warrant. I highly recommend Pearl, MD. If you want a book with suspense, drama, humor and romance and that will keep your interest, Pearl, MD is the book. Happy Reading!!

Artwork from Michelle Tholen

Michelle Tholen’s work is on display at Mc Evoy’s Gallery in San Francisco, through May 31st.
Tholen’s inspiration is drawn from the landscapes in Northern California. The sustenance of stunning mist-laden rivers, lakes, and waterways infused with the atmosphere and with a sense of tranquility. Searching for what she loves and trying to capture its essence by showing how interesting that moment is. In pursuit of the abstract, the timeless and transcendently rational, the work speaks to the cultural complexity. Hopeful in feeling, they suggest real and imagined, material and ethereal, familiar and foreign places.
“During a difficult time in my life, I experienced a moment in nature that brought me the greatest joy. I understood that life was a mirrored reflection of nature’s ups and downs and that without darkness there could be no light. One existed because of the other. Both bound together. “Evocative of the mysterious and fragile in nature, not of existing places but of imaginary realms discovered in the heart and mind. Underpinned by an emotional sense of certainty. Reinventable spaces explored by themes of memory in relation to nature. Conceivable scenery allowing the viewer to escape into an uninhabiting, quieting, meditative, and idealized seduction of collective solitude.The artist creates a lure of light in color suggesting more than color and light found in the spiritual that illumines, fills, and enlivens. The feeling of promise yet realized within one’s imagination outside of reality into the spiritual and contemporary mind of innovative and artistic expression. Executed in finesse appealing to mood and emotions later the intellect. Close to the artist’s heart is the survival and love of our environment manifested in work that creates beauty and magic. The expression of hope and belief in an overriding force greater than the artist’s own insignificance.

Essay from Ayokunle Adeleye

THE POTENTIAL: Realising Limits.

It was the best of times. His luck could not have been better. Yes, he
was in debt, but that day he recouped his losses. That day he had made
$25,000 from betting at the casino. That day, he only needed $25, 000
more and his debt would be no more. There was no need to debate the
issue. All he had to do was visit the casino again the next day and
win some more.

Then it was the worst of times. For the next day, he left the casino
the way he’d gone in the previous day: drained of both hope and money.
Or not quite so. The previous morning he was hopeful he could pay his
debt, the previous night, he was convinced he could. And now he was
certain he couldn’t. He was right where he had started out. He had had
potential, had had energy, and it had ruined him.

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Poetry and a short story from Sandy Hiortdahl

 

The Composite 

by Sandy Hiortdahl

Half-reeking Frankenstein composite,

stumbling through the orchard at dinnertime

grabs an apple and flings it headlong

against the wall of Disrepair–

then, going to the wall, scales it to see

a hundred-foot drop into boiling waves,

wishes himself Nemo composite,

sleek gills swimming through anemone:

 

then spies the patented dorsal fin, sees

tentacles floating outward from it, catfish

whiskers sly around the shark grin,

and knows himself not alone

 

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G.X. Chen’s novel Forget Me Not, reviewed by Tony Longshanks le Tigre

Review: Forget Me Not by G. X. Chen
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G. X. Chen’s Forget Me Not is a tragic love story, a vivid historical narrative and a novel I’m not likely to forget any time soon. It provides a valuable window into the Eastern world during a dark epoch in the not-so-distant past: a seemingly first-hand account of life in China during the tumultuous decade known as the Cultural Revolution (1966 to 1976). Chairman Mao Zedong, a godlike figure to Chinese communists, initiated the revolution as a means to eliminate political rivals and solidify his legacy; but his utopian visions resulted in mass chaos and ruin for China’s traditions, its economy, and many of its citizens. I must confess that my knowledge of Chinese history and culture is less than exemplary. My Americanized mind has absorbed an idea of China as a communist country devoid of many of the civil liberties I hold dear (though somewhat more open and democratic now than in the past); beyond those general notions, things are fuzzy. I am grateful to Chen’s book for filling in some of that blank space in my awareness. It certainly enhanced my appreciation for the relatively free and privileged life I lead, and for how lucky I am not to have experienced the grim alternate reality evoked in the pages of Forget Me Not: a reality of violent chaos, arbitrary cruelty and imprisonment, and basic lack of personal choice and freedom that many Chinese citizens alive at the time of the Cultural Revolution did not survive.Li Ling, the novel’s protagonist, is a boy living in Hong Kong with his grandparents at the outset of the revolution. Abruptly, he is forced to leave his beloved caretakers and the world he knows and start a new life with his parents—virtual strangers to him—in Shanghai, the city of his birth. There in elementary school he forges friendships destined to last a lifetime, with Big Head (a nickname that sticks) and Zhang Lily, the girl with whom he will fall in love. Unfortunately, the cultural maelstrom that fate has thrown their way is not a climate conducive to the tender dreams of young lovers. One day in June 1966, Li Ling visits the farmer’s market with Lily and Big Head where they witness a distressing scene: Continue reading