Blogisattva BS Again

I am informed that I am not allowed to re-gift the award.

“that’s not how this works. “

And Sujato’s kind response, is deemed “it seems his intention is to keep stringing this award on” even though it is perfectly in keeping with Buddhist practices in which he has been trained.

OK obviously someone knows better.

Apparently it was decided to make up a bunch of new rules after the fact.

Maybe you should work for elephant journal.

Fine. Keep your award.

Keep your nominations.

Remove my name from this ridiculous venture completely.

Addition: A post on the Awards site states “Due to one of the 2010 nominees requesting to disqualify themselves for personal reasons…”

I did not disqualify myself-on what grounds? I am both Buddhist and blogging-what other criteria is there besides sycophancy? and certainly not for personal reasons. I declined both the nominations and the award for reasons I’ve stated very clearly time and again on this blog. I think saying “Keep your award. Keep your nominations.” is a pretty clear statement of declination.

I left a comment there to that effect but it has been erased. And you wonder why I declined?


More Adds I did not at any time request that my regifting of the award be acknowledged in any way by the Blogisattva Boys Club as is being spread around in comments on various blogs that are writing about this tempest in a teapot. I did not communicate with anyone connected to those awards before I wrote the last post. Nor did I contact the administrators after making any sort of request to substitute anyone’s name for mine. They contacted me to give me a slap for spoiling their party as it were. It’s also rather interesting that in cases of awards being declined in other venues the administrators do not give the awards away to others but simply note that they are declined. Check out the Nobels, Oscars, Pulizers, British knighthoods, government medals and about a thousand others etc.  Only where there is serious competition (like the olympics) do the medals change hands as enforced by a committee.

All Consuming Anger

…What are they mad about, exactly? They have no idea. What do they want to do to change it? No clue. From whence does their timorous fear and dread come? They can’t quite say. Perfect.

This is aimless, abortive outrage in its purest form, just infantile rage aimed straight into the Void, like a baby that has every comfort and hug and blankie imaginable but still screams like a banshee, wailing and squirming at the sheer terror of … well, of merely existing. Of being alive. Inhaling and exhaling, over and over again, trying to make sense of it all, somehow, even just a tiny little bit, in a glorious neverending tinkling hellride of pure existential terror, until you die.

from I am outraged! Are you not outraged? By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist

That kind of hyperbole is always good for a laugh. Even though he is describing some attributes of current American culture, especially regarding the Tea Party, the tone is certainly wafting about in a lot of other places as well.

Everyone is all angered up with nowhere to go.

And grabbing a piece of the anger pie

Anger as a new kind of commodity fetish. Not a spiritual materialism but an emotional consumerism. And the object, in a peculiar circular fashion seems to be consumer goods themselves.

I was both amused and dismayed to look at some recent petitions and requests.

Slap A QR Code On That Product So That People Can Like It– by coding everything within our sensory experience it can be commodified in that particular facebooky way by the ubiquitous “Like”

Save the Sunchips Bag-greenwashing consumerism.

Allow Access for Overseas Idoling!!! Fans-is there anything more important on the geopolitical front than who wins American Idol?

But what else can we spend our manufactured anger on?

Buddhist Mystery

If you go into one of the mega bookstores on a really busy day take note of the section for Buddhist books.

It’s usually quite a mess;books are laid sideways across the tops of other books, the authors are all alphabetically jumbled, there’s usually a few yoga, self-help or vegetarian cookbooks shoved into the section or books have even been re-shelved upside down or backwards. Display books, that is those with the full cover facing outward, are often covered by 2 or 3 other books and there may even be a stack sitting on the floor.

Then go over to the mystery fiction section. Even though mystery is a genre that outsells Buddhism by about 100 to 1 or more in comparison it is fairly well ordered. People take their time to reshelve the books as they found them.

It’s funny where you do or don’t find mindfulness.

Blogging and Vanity [+ a NSFW video in case the post is boring]

Vanity is a difficult thing to sustain for long. It takes real planning and effort. The thing about vanity, which is defined variously as “an empty showy display”, “unsubstantial thing” and “boastfulness”, is that it involves facades or putting up some kind of performance in order to make the performer feel specially noticed and seem important. It is one of the symptoms of narcissism.

The reason I’m bringing this up is that there is an awful lot of disparagement of blogging as a narcissistic or vanity based activity. And I strongly disagree with that as it is generally stated.

That is not to say such elements don’t exist. In a blog tour a few days ago I came across one which seemed abandoned about a year ago. There were perhaps a dozen posts on it. In the sidebar was a big notice, in bold, This is an Awards Free Blog followed by a long paragraph on the subject and a link to one of the earliest posts wherein the author went on at length about the same topic.

Now if one’s first or second blog post is a request to readers not to nominate the blog for awards (plural) it has something of a whiff of vanity to it from the start. Vanity disguised by faux humility still shines through.

Then there’s the opposite and more obvious expression of vanity where the blogger fills columns alongside their posts with awards, praiseful quotes and ratings galore from both legitimate and dubious sources or sets up various fan forums to pump up the volume of readers. This kind of vanity is not too far from the commercialization of one’s personal brand. It’s the message that comes across in websites such as Huffington Post with the masthead containing Ariana Huffington’s name and elephant journal, wherein the last time I counted the publisher’s name appeared 19 times on the front page alone.

Often with these kinds of vanity projects the personality tied up in them becomes the focus rather than the content. If one reads these kinds of sites it is generally quite a mixed bag of contributors buying into both the general theme of the site, which is invariably vague,  as well as the branding and promotion of the personality involved. And there is usually an attempt to involve others who have a strong personal brand, such as Deepak Chopra, who interestingly participates in both the above websites to some extent, in order to boost readership.

When blogs become ersatz journalistic exercises without much oversight or direction and particularly when they become ad driven they become some other category of web item. I would not count them as blogs any longer.

I’ve no problem with the existence of these kinds of sites, sometimes I read them myself, though with a grain of salt as to the veracity of some of the material. What does cause some problems is to identify these sites with blogging and to label all bloggers with similar motivations.

When being important is of primary importance then one is dealing with vanity. When communicating personal experiences, thoughts and ideas one is conversing, socializing and examining life as it is being lived.  I’ve found very few bloggers who put forth much vanity. Not only in the Buddhoblogosphere but in the entire blogosphere.

Blogging is a form of autobiography. It is the beginning of democratization of autobiography. Most of us will never have books written about us, songs or movies made about our life experiences or appear in newspaper articles or on televised interviews. That doesn’t mean that the voices and experiences of “ordinary” people are unimportant though. Every one of us has an equal stake in the human experience. And to put forward the perspective of that experience is the basis of our human social interactions.

This putting forth in writing doesn’t make it that much different than conversing with someone in the work place or at a bus stop or wherever one might strike up a conversation. There seems to be some hang up regarding the “posterity factor” though. Writing in every culture has been a hallmark of those deemed more successful or entitled. Writing has long meant leadership in human society. Those who can manage and even manipulate words know how to persuade. Persuasion is certainly a necessary quality in cultural leaders. So the act of writing itself carries with it certain subtext. And occasionally blasts of condemnation if not outright statements of anti-intellectualism appear that reflect this sentiment. I think this strand of thought that equates blogging with vanity is a hold over from that bit of social history to some degree.

This gets further into the style of language used or even the subjects discussed. It iterates throughout various aspects of human communication. Even in conversations this kind of feeling emerges. In a conversation I overheard recently one party stated, “Don’t talk posh!” The other party replied with something like “I talk how I talk. How can I unknow what I know?”

If we get into comparisons of manners of expression there is a quagmire awaiting. No one is going to say what we want them to say or how we want them to say it. Because everyone is unique. That is one of the great values of blogs and the democratization of autobiography. Rather than allege vanity or “posh talk” or even the very right to speak or write there are other ways to look at the phenomenon of blogging. I learn from blogs that I am not alone in my uniqueness. None of us are any more or any less special than another.

The articulation of one’s life experience on a blog is not much different than creating scrapbooks, assembling photo albums or writing in a diary in many cases. My grandmother kept a diary for over 40 years. It was often about the weather, visitors, community activities she was involved with, newsworthy events in her area, the problems of farming, medical issues, to do lists…the experience of one person’s life.

Sure more people are going to read a blog than read my grandmother’s diaries (unless I put them in a blog) and the blogger may have that in the back of their minds, but over time, whether one develops a regular audience or not most bloggers don’t resort to drastic acts of attention getting. And those that do usually abandon it after some time or abandon the blog completely since they don’t have the serious vanity to sustain that kind of effort. And when a blog takes such a turn regular readers start to leave as well. It becomes uncomfortable for everyone when the writer puts the lampshade on their head and starts shouting “Look at me”. It seems a little desperate in a blog, on TV or in face to face interaction. Though for a personality driven commercial website that may be exactly what is required to drive further interest, initially. People may come for the party but will they stay and discuss it afterwards or just move on to the next show? It’s difficult to take vanity too seriously.

One may vehemently disagree with certain ideas, viewpoints or statements but to use that as a basis for either decrying the blogger, just for the fact of blogging, regardless of content-driven disagreements, as vain or to engage in the ad hominem “bully” labeling (you’ll remember that episode) just for the sake squelching such viewpoints is highly disingenuous and far more self-serving than what may be on the original blogs themselves.

The same goes for self evaluation. I’ve noticed more than a few people putting down their own efforts at expressing themselves as vain activities. It’s not. Nor is it self-indulgent [the other word whip that gets flung about].  If one follows that line of thinking then every thought, word or action in the world is an expression of vanity.  There is quite some distance between expressing one’s self and blatant self-promotion.

Most bloggers are fairly realistic with regard to their personal desires or abilities to influence.  We know we are not likely going to become feature writers for the New York Times or something like that. Really considering one’s relative importance within human society at this present moment it seems to me that only about 0.0000000001% (I think that’s one one-hundred-billionth of a percent but am not quite sure) of what is happening on the planet at this moment actually involves me personally. And that doesn’t even include the rest of the universe or the dimension of time. That’s not much of a foundation to build a vanity palace upon.

Looked upon in this way it’s quite a relief not to have any more responsibility or importance than that. Blogging isn’t vanity any more than putting on make up turns one into a movie star or running around the block turns one into a top iron-man contender. We’re talking scale, purpose and context. 

What also tends to get lost in this rush to avoid being identified as vain, often by owning or self-declaring the “blogging as vanity project” label, is the intention of generosity that is behind many blogs.

Humans, in my experience are far more interested in sharing than in claiming turf for their own. If you ever watch very small children this is quite noticeable. They try to stick their toys in your mouth so you can have a chew too. And then they watch your reaction. They seem to want to know how others, as amorphous as others may seem to a toddler, experience things.  [Little children are not nearly the polymorphously perverse bundles of id impulses that Freud saw them to be nor are they the tabula rasa that the educational system seems to declare them to be nor are they the “enlightened” beings some would like to see them as either. But that’s all for another post]

We all may get a little self involved from time to time. We have a choice about how far we want to carry on with that once we become aware of it.  People can only share what is within their experience to share. I can’t for example share anything about having children since I opted long ago not to have any. For those that opted otherwise that comes within their specific experience realm. Similarly I’ve never been in the military, competed in the Olympics, worked in a software company, officiated a marriage, written music, sold cars, seen the Pyramids, dived off a high diving board, played the harmonica, been a widow, woven a bedspread, had a parent with Alzheimer’s, baked a wedding cake, motorcycled across America, had a tattoo and about a gajillion other things.  So I’m glad that others can talk about these things as being within the realm of their experience, and I’m glad that some touch upon things that are also within the realm of my experience so I get the benefit of another perspective, since in both cases it enriches my experience. This is all without me having to go and experience all those things or things I already have encountered from another viewpoint, not that there is time enough in this one life to do that. There isn’t.

So I get all the benefits of many lifetimes of experiences without having to go through all of it. Not that I could, in that particular way at that particular time or location as well.  That’s what’s so valuable about autobiography. [and art and a lot of other human activity]

A lot of times I find on blogs the answer to the unasked but always present question

How is it for you? This life?

I’m glad some people are answering that.


Musical Accompaniment

Frankie Goes to Hollywood-Relax-the banned version (NSFW)

bears absolutely no relationship to the post above [maybe] but it’s one of the songs I play-listed as I was writing.