A Colleague, Peter Barry Chowka, Found And Tweeted Something I Wrote Long Ago

Peter Barry Chowka found (in the archives) and tweeted, an article I wrote about the future of radio, for Media Post, in 2008. I don’t often post published articles of mine here, but some of them hold up well. I don’t even own a copy of my own book. I’ve never read my Wikipedia page. I react neither to praise, nor attacks. I just think about one thing: How to return from disembodiment. Once I have cracked it, I will have a real book too write.

I used to love the process of writing, how it felt to get an idea, when the material started to buzz and hum. Seeing it on the page. Now I mostly write inside my mind, just listening to all the voices, lines, twigs of words. I don’t aim to organize it anymore. I seem to be waiting, like a fossil under the ice bed, until some giant biblical thaw makes it once again a free and safer world, for expression. When the storms of hatred subside, the hammer-blows over the heads of the different-minded.

“Radio used to be strange, free, intimate, mossy – like an enchanted forest, dominated by a few heavy trees that seemed to have sprung from a soil of eccentricity and showmanship. Anything could happen there. It was a medium for the ever wandering minds, the insomniacs, the history buffs, the truth-seekers. Talking meant talking – which entailed listening, combing the ocean’s floor for that which might surprise or delight. It was not, or did not seem, all that connected to money, power or politics – until the mid 1990s. It was around that time I started to truly lose sight of the medium that honors my father as one of its shapers.

When talk is free, when nobody has harnessed it, it is closer to music than speech. Not what is said, but the way it is said.”

A Morning Prayer Declaring Favor Over Your Life

I really like this Bill Winston prayer, and send it out not as Christian propaganda but to share the power of the spoken word to bless our day.

(What if I said, Brother S., that the “faith” that “faith” can awaken, is in the healing of past wounds, by speaking favor over our lives, the way we wished it had been done by our parents? Like what George Jacobs was talking about.)

The Lord’s prayer is so good because each time you say it your soul is reminded to be forgiven our trespasses as we “forgive those who trespass upon us.”

That said, I think 99.99% of “forgiveness” lies instead in clarification, deeper mutual hearing. I am afraid of people who talk more than they listen, because not having heard (perceived) lies at the root of most distortion/evil that later develops. Ahriman (according to Rudolf Steiner’s prediction) came through electromagnetism, with his “perfectly cold nature,” in 1998. Certainly the battle of good and evil is played out through emerging technologies.

We heard one another lucidly when we had landline telephones, like this beauty, the Model 500, designed by Henry Dreyfuss, based on the measurement of 2,000 human faces.

“Smart phones,” are not shaped in any kind of communion with the human head. They aren’t “telephones,” and they aren’t designed to serve the ear. Jackie Mason had the great riff on the cell phone misery: “Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Hello? I just called to say I can’t hear you.”

You can call it “opposition,” if “evil,” seems too old fashioned.

Opposition loves interference, making sure people can’t really reach one another, even when they are supposedly talking. I don’t like “multi-tasking,” and I don’t like when people call me when they are walking their dog. Why? Because I’d rather they commune with and pay attention to the dog during that time.

Cell phones, like CDs before them, mitigate resonance. Vinyl records have made an enormous comeback–maybe next, Dreyfuss dial phones. I even like the idea of how long it would take to dial a number, and indeed, I remember it. This vanquished act would speak to our patience, rather than, as all things now do, our impatience.

In Sweden in the late 70s, we had a red Cobra phone. I don’t like Cobra phones, they’re clumsy and almost infuriating. In Sweden you answered your home phone by stating your phone number. I still remember by best friend Anneli’s number: 139732. “Tretton-nittio-sju-tretti-två?”

“You’ve got a wandering mind, don’t you?” Hunter S. Thompson once said, on my answering machine.

I wish I could have one or two thoughts at a time instead of 25.

Marshall Rosenberg said all bad behavior is really unmet needs on a “suicidal” crossing. Nobody “trespasses,” other than when they are in pain. And pain, in turn, is caused by unmet needs refusing to declare themselves.

Marshall always said it, over and over, the simple punctuation of all his great teachings in non-violent communication:

“Say the need.”