Welcome to the blog of writer and musician Andrew Martin. Here I'll post original photographs and observations as I encounter the history and culture of the San Fernando Valley, the City of the Angels, Alta California and the far-flung Pacific Rim… but mostly the Valley.
Scrub oak acorns and sycamore leaves; Fremont Cottonwoods and arroyo willows; black walnut leaves screening a white-gold sky. Like the canyons on our side, Big and Little Tujunga, the canyons on the shady northern side of the San Gabriels have their own complex flora, geology, and history. All of these are well preserved at Placerita Canyon County Park, just over the Pass in Newhall.
I’ve hiked here before, and blogged about the ceanothus and buckthorns and the “Oak of the Golden Dream.” This time I only wanted some quick pictures of Walker’s “Fancy Rocks”‘ but I saw the main Canyon Trail was finally re-opened. Yowza! An unexpected marine layer was darkening the already darkling canyon floor; it was already 3:00 in the afternoon. But the air was bracing; so fresh and crisp you could bite it like an apple.
The geology in the canyon is also rich and complex, with San Gabriel Fault running through it. The “Placerita Canyon Formation” of metamorphic limestone-schist-quartzite yields the “Fancy Rocks” found in the creek and on the slopes. These were, and are, a highly valued signature of the local strain of Cal Vern Arch, as here at Walker’s Cabin (1920), the home of the family who donated the land for the Park. (The ranching Walkers had a side business of selling Fancy Rocks to builders, apparently at a nice premium over plain ol’ Tujunga or Arroyo riverstones).
An extremely rare (unique?) kind of “white petroleum” seeps up here, naturally distilled by its percolation through the Fault, so it bubbles out as nearly pure kerosene. Don Andres Pico may have been the first wildcatter in the 1860s, filling bottles to sell as lamp oil in LA. One of the wells had a 100 year record of profitable pumping. Small wells still pump on private lands adjacent to the Park.
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In 1841 the first documented gold dust from California was panned here: “Before melting, 18 34-100 oz.; after melting, 18 1-100 oz.; fineness, 926-1000; value, $344.75; deduct expenses sending to Philadelphia and agency there, $4.02; net, $340.73.” The diggings continued to yield several thousands a year. In a future post we’ll trace how, on today’s date, November 22 in 1842, gold from this canyon was turned into hard dollars at the Mint in Philadelphia. The story illuminates how Alta California’s economy operated in practice. Here, from the SCV Historical Society, is the notice of its arrival in NYC:
Until I blog further on gold in the local geology, Impatient Reader, the Santa Clarita Valley Historical Society runs the best local history website I have ever seen in my life. You can delve into their Placerita Canyon page NOW, at whim, to explore the fascinating history of mineral extraction in Santa Clarita Valley: https://scvhistory.com/scvhistory/placerita.htm
Over a dozen turkey vultures circled over my head…hmmm…
I’m going to celebrate a rare bit of good news. Bolivia has thrown off the right-wing puppet dictatrix, Jeanine Anez, installed by America and the OAS only last year, in an old-fashioned Cold War coup-d’etat. Remember? Only Sen. Sanders had the guts to call it rightly:
The election was a great rejection of Mike Pompeo’s tin-pot-tin-hat filibustering. It’s also proof that vicious American fascist plutocrat thugs CAN be defeated at the ballot box:
“It looks as though the margin of victory delivered to [the Movement Toward Socialism party] by the Bolivian people was so stunning, so decisive, that there are few options left for the retrograde forces—in Bolivia, Washington, and Brussels—which tried to destroy the country’s democracy. Anyone who believes in the fundamentals of democracy, regardless of ideology, should be cheering the Bolivians who sacrificed so much to restore their right of self-rule and hoping that the stability and prosperity they enjoyed under Morales expands even further under his first democratically elected successor.”
Glenn Greenwald, The Intercept, Oct 19, 2020
“In the field of world policy, I would dedicate this Nation to the policy of the good neighbor—the neighbor who resolutely respects himself and, because he does so, respects the rights of others—the neighbor who respects his obligations and respects the sanctity of agreements in and with a world of neighbors. We now realize as we have never realized before our interdependence on each other; that we cannot merely take, but must give as well.”
Pres. Franklin D. Roosevelt, 1st Inaugural Address, March, 1933
“Good Neighbors, Good Neighbors, remember our policy. Good Neighbors, I’ll help you — if you’ll just help me!” — Comden and Green, “Wonderful Town”
Now all we’ve got to do is stop Pres. Biden sending the CIA back in to “neutralize” Arce’s popular new government.
“There’ll always be an England, where there’s a country lane…” and an idiot at the top doing his best to wreck it. The Whirligig Of Time has officially announced the world has new champion British Failure of All Time, Boris Johnson.
Quoth the Whirligig of Time: “Even in a nation historically famous for its ability to turn abject failures into left-handed victories, there exists a Rogues Gallery of national failures so humiliatingly utter, as to command a kind of reverent memory, for just how stupid and hapless and clueless mankind can be. Even non-Brits can find these calamitous national tragedies amusing; in fact, Boris Johnson beat the reigning winner back into the loser-dom of second-banana: that long-popular favorite pantomime loser-villain, Capt. Hook:”
“Who’s the creepiest creep in the pack?”– Sorry, Hook, not you, anymore.
“My lords, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Boris Johnson, greatest British failure of all, Minister of Catcalls, Earl of Whistles, Laird of Hootsanhollars, rightwise heir to the Brickbat, and by grace of Hisownself, without the slightest help from Divine Providence, the greatest failure since King Cnut failed to turn the tides; Greater than King Harald Godwinson, who let in the Normans when his mail coat let in a Norman arrow:”
“Greater a failure than King John Lackland, who lost France, was excommunicated, and forced by his revolted barons to sign Magna Carta:
Boris Johnson is officially more pathetic than Lady Jane Grey, the ‘Nine Days’ Queen.’
And since he believes nothing, he’s more vile than Guy Fawkes, who at least believed in his murderous cause:
Greater a prick than King Charles I; Greater even, than Charles’s royal evil smarter son, King James II.
“Just fucking die” were the last words he heard.
You know how to row, don’tcha, Majesty? You were once Foist Lo’d of the Admiralty! Ha ha ha.
Johnson is a greater a calamity for Britain than the Darien Scheme, or the South Sea Bubble.
More shameless a media-whore than Bonnie Prince Charlie, and even less able to deliver on his promises, and equally feckless of the consequences for posterity:
Nice vest, Your Highness. French silk, is it? Nice Italian tailoring… bulletproof, then?
More disastrously out-of-touch with the needs of the people than King George III:
Greater a boob, more useful a tool for Fascism than Sir Neville Chamberlain…
…is Britain’s new worst failure, Boris Johnson. Now let the Whirligig of Time, bring in his revenges.”
I recently got a letter from the IRS telling me that, contrary to all the news I’d heard, I might indeed be eligible for “the stimulus.” But I had to apply, and I only had until October 15 — now extended to Nov. 21 (guess why).
Gosh, I sure could use some of that there stimulus… my computer is so damn old, it would be great to have a new one… But I’m one of the undeserving poor, aren’t I? So why were they telling me I was deserving? Maybe it isn’t Onyourownavirus, after all. Maybe I have the same right as everybody. Finally I screwed my courage to the sticking place, and applied for what everybody else got free.
The story turned into a fine illustration of the evils of debt-based money. I share it to show how the system goes out of its way, intentionally and capriciously, to lock in class structures and lock in the failure of the poor. Click, abandon hope, and…enter.
Oh dear…this doesn’t look good
First click, first omen of doom. Do I go “back to safety” and poverty? Or proceed in faith, to the “unsafe” IRS website where the Wizard might grant my wish? Choose your own adventure.
The warning may be just a Google-not-talking-to-Apple thing, a formality, exacerbated by my old hardware. I think, I could access a safe modern browser at the public library…but — oh yeah, that resource isn’t there any more for the tech-less. A safety warning is a discouraging hassle, and I begin to calculate my opportunity cost in going forward.
Opportunity Cost (econ.) the cost of an investment (money, resources, time, etc.) in terms of its best alternative use. [Fr. opporun — Latin ob-, before portus, a harbor.]
— Chambers English Dictionary
Here the opportunity cost in clicking ahead seems low, but there’s a deeper economic law than “time is money,” specifically when it comes to red tape:
The Aborrence of Futility: Economist Thorstein Veblen perceived humans have an abhorrence of futility. That is, we instinctively avoid toxic life-sucking swindling bullshit that wastes time, wastes resources, insults you, addles your brain, wears you out, and leads to increased alienation.
So the opportunity cost just rose quite a bit, for the task seemed more likely to be futile. But ah, that new computer… “Be an optimist for once. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I may already be a winner!”
Hmm??. Oh, I can’t use the number sign. #$%!
That propensity for purposeful activity, and that repugnance to all futility of effort, which belong to man by virtue of his character as an agent, do not desert him when he emerges from the naive communal culture where the dominant note of life is the unanalysed and undifferentiated solidarity of the individual with the group with which his life is bound up. When he enters upon the predatory stage, where self-seeking in the narrower sense becomes the dominant note, this propensity goes with him still, as the pervasive trait that shapes his scheme of life. The propensity for achievement and the repugnance to futility remain the underlying economic motive. The propensity changes only in the form of its expression and in the proximate objects to which it directs the man’s activity. Under the regime of individual ownership the most available means of visibly achieving a purpose is that afforded by the acquisition and accumulation of goods; and as the self-regarding antithesis between man and man reaches fuller consciousness, the propensity for achievement — the instinct of workmanship — tends more and more to shape itself into a straining to excel others in pecuniary achievement. Relative success, tested by an invidious pecuniary comparison with other men, becomes the conventional end of action. The currently accepted legitimate end of effort becomes the achievement of a favorable comparison with other men; and therefore the repugnance to futility to a good extent coalesces with the incentive of emulation.
Thorstein Veblen, The Theory Of The Leisure Class, 1899
Hunt through old books of scrawled passwords. None of the old work. So I apply to get a new one.
Get new password in email…log into new account.
Sigh.
By now I’m already being click-directed to the gate
Dumfounert, it took me a while to realize what they were saying. They weren’t beaming 1,200 digital zeroes and ones into my bank account, because the IRS can’t verify my information without an “outside credit card.” As if I were signing up for a ski condo. As if the IRS itself, which has all my information, weren’t able to certify my identity more reliably than any new bank. The ruse is, the claim that my bank is not a competent enough judge of my identity, for me to get stimulus. The logic is, that only people already in debt get any credit. And that’s the American System, to a T-bill.
The scales fall from my eyes. I get “stimulus” only if I sign up for a new credit card, or buy a house or boat, or take out a car loan. They want me to go irresponsibly on the hook for money I know I can’t repay. Here I thought I was being prudent, cutting up my credit cards years ago.
From here, all clicks lead to the “egress.”
Of course! A customer-satisfaction survey.
Remember everyone who gets this letter is unemployed or unbanked. On these criteria alone, any credit card we’re likely to get carries a 30% interest rate.
Usury: 1) the iniquitous taking of interest on a loan. 2) Faithless lending at rates past borrowers’ reasonable means to repay, in order to force failure; often, to dispossess them of their surety. 3) Front-loading a borrower with debt with easy short terms, that will balloon quickly and force default. 4) Lending to individual borrowers at any rate that, if general, would guarantee the over-leveraging of the system. 5) Lending at any rate past a system’s natural limitof sustainable growth; estimated at approximately 3%.
— Chambers English Dictionary, definition 1. The others, VVV
Why would they encourage poor people to binge on risky credit for the sake of an upfront cash rebate? Don’t they care that they’re setting many people up to fail and go bankrupt?
All money today is digitally created. Why does the stimulus for the unemployed come with a steep price tag, when stimulus or the employed is a series of effortless *pings*? I have a bank account, but I was not eligible to offer my bank as a payment mediator. I have to take out new credit.
The key to understanding this is that when a bank issues credit for X dollars, it gets to create for the bank’s own account, 10 x X dollars on the balance sheet. Now, banks have tons of phantom wealth, issued straight from the government to the rich, but ultimately phantom wealth must run to ground or it evaporates. The way to force people to go back to work all of America’s non-existent jobs, they reason, is to load them up with credit they will work desperately to pay off. If they sign up. Then, if the citizen goes bust (like the poor always do, somehow, nudge nudge) that’s their fault and their bankruptcy. Whether or not the citizen fails, the bank gets to keep the remaining 90% of the dollars in the transaction. Banks of course, being too big to fail.
Needless to say, Patient Reader, the View is not feeling stimulated to open new Visa credit accounts, or buy a new car. Though, it’s probably the best thing I could do personally — open as many new cards as I can, grab the stimulus and run up all the new credit buying everything I really need and have been staving off –and then just default on it later, like they seem to want me to. But I won’t. I guess I must just already be a wiener.
UPDATE: Too rich NOT to repost, coming out just after I posted my blog. Awash in red ink: US posts record $3.1T 2020 budget deficit. Hmmmm….I’m glad I’m not on the hook for much of thatr. Tsk, tsk, tsk, all those stimulus checks to the rich, and tax cuts to corporations, and insane squabbling over who’s going to pay for New York’s ventilators, seems to have blown the deficit sky high. In this light, it appears my letter from the IRS, is really just a very sad scraping of the barrel, a last hustling-up of suckers from park benches, pinning carnations in their lapels, and telling them, go out and get ’em tiger, we’re all counting on you to pay off this horrible mess — er, seize the day. Let us know if you conquer Mexico and Canada and seize all their assets! Good luck! https://news.yahoo.com/us-budget-deficit-hits-time-180858849.html