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Word for Today: Synchronicity

03.13.2011 by bloggard // Leave a Comment

Wikipedia, 6/14/2008: Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events which occur in a meaningful manner, but which are causally un-related. In order to be ‘synchronistic’, the events must be related to one another temporally, and the chance that they would occur together by random chance must be very small.

The idea of synchronicity is that the conceptual relationship of minds, defined by the relationship between ideas, is intricately structured in its own logical way and gives rise to relationships which have nothing to do with causal relationships in which a cause precedes an effect.

Instead, causal relationships are understood as simultaneous that is, the cause and effect occur at the same time.

[You’re thinking of calling Suzie. You reach for the phone, but it rings. It’s Suzie.]

Synchronous events reveal an underlying pattern, a conceptual framework which encompasses, but is larger than, any of the systems which display the synchronicity. The suggestion of a larger framework is essential in order to satisfy the definition of synchronicity as originally developed by Swiss psychologist Carl Gustav Jung.

[Carl was a merry old fellow, and his beard was very good.]

It was a principle that Jung felt gave conclusive evidence for his concepts of archetypes and the collective unconscious. in that it was descriptive of a governing dynamic that underlay the whole of human experience and history social, emotional, psychological, and spiritual.

[For the life of me, I’ve never understood what synchronicity has to do with archetypes, which are images or ideas that we all have in our heads, like fearing bugs. It probably comes from our evolutionary memory embodied in DNA relating to pattern recognition. That is, far enough back, when our grandfather’s grandfather’s great grandfather was a bug, we were afraid of the larger bugs. But I digress …]

Jung believed that many experiences perceived as coincidence were not merely due to chance but, instead, suggested the manifestation of parallel events or circumstances reflecting this governing dynamic.

[Now here I have to agree with Carlos. I think stuff is going on, around and through us, stuff that flows both ways through time, stuff we cannot see anymore than a fish can tell the difference between Bach and the Beatles. This stuff affects us. Peculiar things happen. If you tune in, more of them happen. Wooooo.]

One of Jung’s favourite quotes on synchronicity was from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll, in which the White Queen says to Alice: “It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards”. Because only if an observer could remember the future could synchonicity be expected and explained.

[My favorite quote from Alice is “No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.” What is yours?]

According to Occam’s razor, positing an underlying mechanism for meaningfully interpreted correlations is an unsupported explanation for a “meaningful coincidence” if the correlations may alternatively be explained by simple coincidence.

The amount of meaningful coincidence which one expects by random chance is higher than most people’s intuition would lead them to believe, an observation known as Littlewood’s Law.

[Hmmm. Littlewood. Perhaps that is as when we say, “Littlewood he know that …” Or maybe not.]

Jung and followers believe that synchronous events such as simultaneous discovery happen far more often than random chance would allow, even after accounting for the sampling bias inherent in the fact that meaningful coincidences are noticeable while meaningless coincidences are not.

[Uh oh. Who are these followers? In every picture I’ve seen, he’s been alone. Now I realize there must have been people shadowing him. Perhaps they were waiting outside the door of his office, in the street, or up your alley. Have you noticed them? I hadn’t. I didn’t notice a thing. That’s scary.]

In psychology and cognitive science, confirmation bias is the tendency to search for or interpret new information in a way that confirms one’s preconceptions and avoids information and interpretations which contradict prior beliefs. Many critics believe that any evidence for synchronicity is due to confirmation bias, and nothing else.

[Confirmation bias! That’s one of my favorites! In fact, it’s right here on The Adventures of Bloggard, listed in the Wisdom Log as Law 23 of Human Perception.]

Wolfgang Pauli, a scientist who in his professional life was severely critical of confirmation bias, lent his scientific credibility to support the theory, coauthoring a paper with Jung on the subject. Some of the evidence that Pauli cited was that ideas which occurred in his dreams would have synchronous analogs in later correspondence with distant collaborators.

[Severely critical. What a shame. Not just critical, but severely critical. Bummer.]

Jung claims that in 1805, the French writer mile Deschamps was treated to some plum pudding by a stranger named Monsieur de Forgebeau. Ten years later, the writer encountered plum pudding on the menu of a Paris restaurant, and wanted to order some, but the waiter told him the last dish had already been served to another customer, who turned out to be de Forgebeau.

[Hot damn!]

Many years later, in 1832, mile Deschamps was at a diner, and was once again offered plum pudding. He recalled the earlier incident and told his friends that only de Forgebeau was missing to make the setting complete and in the same instant, the now senile de Forgebeau entered the room.

[Holy Cow! That must have been pretty scary!]

In fact, Deschamps gives the name as “de Fontgibu”, and also describes him as a Marquis and Colonel who fought against Napoleon under Louis Joseph de Bourbon, prince de Cond – “Oeuvres compltes de mile Deschamps, 1873” and “Echoes from the Harp of France” a collection of works by G.S. Trebutien – since no de Fontgibu appears in French history, this is most likely an invented name and could easily be a purely fictional character.

[Oh.]

In the 1976 film The Eagle Has Landed, the character Max Radl (Robert Duvall) asks a subordinate if he is familiar with the works of Jung, and then explains the theory of Synchronicity.

In the 1980s film Repo Man, Miller’s “Plate ‘o’ Shrimp” theory outlines the idea of synchronicity. The Miller character states that while many people see life as a series of unconnected incidents, he believes that there is a “lattice o[f] coincidence that lays on top o[f] everything” which is “part of a cosmic unconsciousness.”

In the 1983 release Synchronicity by The Police (A&M Records), bassist Sting is reading a copy of Jung’s Synchronicity on the front cover along with a negative/superimposed image of the actual text of the synchronicity hypothesis. A photo on the back cover also shows a close-up but mirrored and upside-down image of the book. There are two songs, titled “Synchronicity I” and “Synchronicity II” included in the album.

For specific examples of the Synchron in action, in the Adventures of Bloggard, see “A Tiny Miracle on Napa Street,” “April’s Mystery Avocado,” and “A Photograph of the Future.”

REFERENCES:
1. from Through the Looking-Glass, by Lewis Carroll, Ch. 5, Wool and Water —

‘It’s very good jam,’ said the Queen.

‘Well, I don’t want any TO-DAY, at any rate.’  [replies Alice]

‘You couldn’t have it if you DID want it,’ the Queen said. ‘The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday — but never jam to-day.’

‘It MUST come sometimes to “jam to-day,”‘ Alice objected.

‘No, it can’t,’ said the Queen. ‘It’s jam every OTHER day: to-day isn’t any OTHER day, you know.’

‘I don’t understand you,’ said Alice. ‘It’s dreadfully confusing!’

‘That’s the effect of living backwards,’ the Queen said kindly: ‘it always makes one a little giddy at first –‘

‘Living backwards!’ Alice repeated in great astonishment. ‘I never heard of such a thing!’

‘– but there’s one great advantage in it, that one’s memory works both ways.’

‘I’m sure MINE only works one way,’ Alice remarked. ‘I can’t remember things before they happen.’

‘It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,’ the Queen remarked.

2. from Emile Deschamps, in reference to Echoes from the Harp of France —

Simultaneous discovery is the creation of the same new idea at causally disconnected places by two persons at approximately the same time. If for example an American and a British musician, having never had anything to do with one another, arrived at the same musical concept, chord sequence, feel or lyrics at the same time in different places, this is an example of synchronicity. During the production of The Wizard of Oz, a coat bought from a second-hand store for the costume of Professor Marvel was later found to have belonged to L. Frank Baum, author of the children’s book upon which the film is based.

3. from Repo Man, the movie —

“A lot o’ people don’t realize what’s really going on. They view life as a bunch o’ unconnected incidents ‘n things. They don’t realize that there’s this, like, lattice o’ coincidence that lays on top o’ everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you’re thinkin’ about a plate o’ shrimp. Suddenly someone’ll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o’ shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin’ for one, either. It’s all part of a cosmic unconsciousness.”

[And you thought it was just … oh, but maybe not.]

Categories // All, Views, Wisdom Log

Where does dirt … go?

03.13.2011 by bloggard // Leave a Comment

Weed, California, Sunday June 8, 2008: About a week ago, Glenn the Magnificent and two of his beer-guzzling crew (Big Bob and Jesse the Bulldog) came and ran the water line into the shop.

They dug around in the yard until they found the water line, and then while I wasn’t looking they somehow tapped into it, then dug a narrow trench across the yard and past the old rock walkway, and then connected it up with a line they’d put into the foundation last year.

But that’s not my point. The point is this …

After they’d finished, I took them to the Pizza Factory for pizza and beer. While I was there, a fellow called me from Jerusalem, but no, it wasn’t Jesus, and that’s another story anyway.

(When I was a child, sometimes when I’d make mischief, a grown-up would ask me, “If Jesus was here, do you think he’d act like that?” To this day, I do not know what Jesus would have done. It seemed, sometimes, that yes, he would have done the very same thing. Of course, these days, when I ponder about this, it raises questions such as what kind of cell phone would Jesus prefer? Would he watch television? If so, would he prefer Survivor? American Idol? The Simpsons? You see? It’s very difficult to figure out what Jesus would do. And why those grown-ups thought a little kid could figure it out … well, it’s just beyond me.)

So there we were, eating pizza and drinking beer, and then they went off to some other project. I went home and looked at the yard. The trench was all filled in. Great. Life goes on.

Now over the week, the dirt in the trench has sunk in some. No problem. But it’s also blown around a fair amount, and so today I had put a dog bowl outside because Daisy looked thirsty, and since I had the hose and water, I thought I’d water down the dusty ground where the trench had been, so that the powdery dust wouldn’t blow around so much.

Well!

Daisy thought that watering was the greatest thing since bones.

She was chasing the flying spout of water. I began leading her on, spraying the water here and there while she chased it, trying to bite it.

I laughed and laughed as she ran and snapped, and she’s getting wetter and wetter and wetter.

Finally, I took pity on her and stopped. She was now muddy from her toes to her belly, her white fur showing off the mud really, really well.

We went back into the shop where I had some little task, and she was tracking mud all over. That’s fine. It’s a shop.

A little later I realized she might get cold so I fetched a towel and dried her off as best I could, but I couldn’t get the black-colored mud off her feet and legs.

Now here comes the puzzle —

Later, when she’d dried off, her feet and fur weren’t dirty.

She was a white dog again. In fact she seemed cleaner than before.

Now what’s puzzling me is this:

Where did the dirt go?

Categories // Looking Back

Bloggard Travels to Squidoo

03.13.2011 by bloggard // Leave a Comment

Squidoo.com, May 31, 2008: For those as may be interested, the Bloggard, in his persona as Traktor Topaz, mild-mannered musician at a great metropolitan newspaper, has posted an article at Squidoo.

For some reason, the Squidarians call an article like this a ‘lens.’ So really, the Bloggard has created a lens. So now we know.

The name of the article is Play Guitar How To: Tap Guitar or Pick Guitar?

It has a story of a poor monkey, and some suggestions for fellows as would like to play a normal guitar. (Not everybody needs to play a Megatar. Different smokes for different folks, we say.)

If you enjoy the article, please put a nice commento on the commento formo. Gracias!

Categories // Looking Back

Yearning Has Faded

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Such feelings come and go,
as tides from an unseen sea
touch, spread, then withdraw.

San Francisco, Spring 1982: In the house on Tenth Avenue that I shared with Quinlan the photographer, I had a dream one night, that I saw Carolyn my high-school sweetheart. I’d like to say she came to me and that she cared for me, but she just passed nearby with a glance. And I was filled to overflowing with yearning. I awoke, and the dream left me with the yearning, as if it had been yesterday.

Last night, I had another dream …

As I crossed the street in front of the English building, I saw the Beatles in a large open Cadillac convertible parked across the street, along with three other musicians in tuxedos whom they had added for the concert. The new musicians had orchestra instruments, but they were singing along with the Beatles, a complex, multipart harmony. It was quite lovely

By the time I’d crossed the street, the car had become a bus. Good thing, as there were so many of them in the vehicle. The bus door was open, so I climbed in and sat in the first seat. Paul waved. And then I realized that the driver, in uniform, was actually Arnold Schwartznegger, the governor of California. Apparently he was showing the Beatles around. Politics.

“Hello, Arnold,” I said, as I struggled to take off my hat, but the hat’s chin cord was caught and I had to fight with it, and then realized Arnold was scowling at me. Maybe I’d been too familiar. “I mean, hello, Mr. Schwartzenegger,” I said, “Is that better?”

His expression told me it was better. Apparently, despite his behavior when he was Conan the Barbarian, Arnold is a guy who really appreciates proper manners.

And then as I mused on this, I found myself sitting at a table in a dim cafe, almost deserted. A cup of coffee sat cooling, I had the funny papers from the newspaper, and the late-afternoon light slanted in through the window across the room. I glanced up to see that at the next table, the Beatles, and everybody who had been sitting there, were all gone.

The light from the window had faded, it was hard to see clearly, and the comics were not very interesting.

Categories // All, Haiku, Looking Back, love, mind, unconscious mind

Party Shoes

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Mount Shasta, March 19, 2007: Last night I dreamed that I wandered a meandering music store and I bought a bass. After taking it home, I chatted with a friend in the kitchen, and noticed a stranger coming up my back steps, across the back porch, and entering the room. Between us was a gauzy curtain, and as the stranger leaned to peer into our room, I did the same from my side, and I made a horrible loud growl.

This scared the stranger, who back-pedalled across the porch and fell backwards down the steps.

Gosh. I laughed and laughed and laughed.

I love dreams like that, don’t you?

But it went on.

As it happened, my friend with whom I chatted then changed into a woman puttering in the garden shed, and I learned that she was the sister of my high-school pal Dexter Plumlee. What a surprise!

(In my actual life, during high school, Dexter worked with me at the A&P Grocery Store, and later he went to a different college and became a chemist, and then worked in the U.S. Bureau of Mines, for my Uncle Richard, who actually did the early smog research in Los Angeles. Why was a department of mines doing chemical engineering? Well, that’s another story.)

So in the dream, I asked her to call Dexter, because she said he was a bass player now, and he was playing a gig here in town. So she made a call, and then looking up the street from my back porch I saw my friend Dexter come jogging up the street. He looked exactly the same except for an additional 45 years of wear and weathering. It was great to see him again, and then I woke up because my dog Daisy stuck her nose on my neck.

Over coffee with Adrienne, I learned that she’d dreamed that Mary Beth Burrows, the always-tidily-dressed manager at our bank, was sitting in a cafeteria at the local Humane Society, and that Mary Beth had taken Kim, the shelter manager into another room, from which everyone in the cafeteria could hear Kim crying and Mary Beth shouting angrily. Adrienne and Bette Midler and everyone in the cafeteria rolled their eyes.

So Adrienne asked Eric Clapton why Mary Beth had been so calm all morning at her desk, and then was so wild in dressing-down Kim. Eric nodded.

“Mary Beth had some other things to do first,” he said.

There you have it. The latest news from the unconscious psyches at our house.

And now to the point.

Adrienne pointed to our little dog Charlie, who was snoozing after his breakfast on the couch.

“He reminds me of a five-year-old boy,” she said. “I had girls, but my friends with boys just had to drag them out of bed in the morning. Sometimes they arrived at school with pajamas still on, and their mothers trying to dress them in the car.”

“My girls were no problem,” she continued, “The key is party shoes.” (By this she means those shiny shoes that were called ‘patent-leather’ shoes by little girls when I grew up.)

“I got my girls party shoes,” she said, “and they nearly wore them to bed. They’d get up and wanted to put on those party shoes. And to do that they had to dress. Then they’d clean the party shoes with vaseline, to make them extra shiny. And then off to school.”

“My girls” she said, “where probably the only ones who got to wear party shoes to school. But I’d learned the secret to getting them to school. Party shoes.”

Mothers of young girls, you heard it here first.

Categories // Looking Back

Shedding Light on the Subject

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Japan, Long Ago: The blind monk had spent the day visiting with a venerable master, high up in the mountains, and now the day was drawing to a close. The venerable master fetched the visitor’s staff and his cloak, and said, “Wait! I have prepared a lantern for your trip down the path.”

The blind monk laughed, saying, “Day and Night are alike to me. I do not need a lantern.”

But the master persisted, saying, “It is not for you. Your feet are sure. It is for the protection of other travelers in the dark, that they might see your lantern and not bump into you.”

“Oh,” said the blind monk. “How thoughtful. Very well.”

And holding the lantern on the end of his staff, he strode off into the night.

All went well for the first half of his journey.

But as he crossed over a narrow bridge over a great chasm, suddenly bump! He’d run into somebody! The blind monk was frightened, and then irate.

“What’s the matter with you?” he demanded. “Didn’t you see my lantern!”

“Brother,” said the other traveler, “Your light has gone out.”

Categories // Looking Back

Ahead of Her Time

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Time is. Time was. Time will be. - Francis Bacon

Mount Shasta, Sunday March 11: Daylight Savings Time changed today, which is earlier than in years past. But not at our house!

That is to say, the last several days have been very confusing, because Adrienne didn’t want to get caught by the weird feeling we always get when we change the clocks. Therefore she decided to get the jump on the whole thing. Kind of an activist approach to Daylight Savings.

So, three days ago, she began changing our clocks, and I’ve spent the last three days in a kind of time warp as I walked from room to room. In the kitchen, the stove and microwave and kitchen clock might claim 4pm, but the coffeepot disagrees. The clock in my room agrees with the majority in the kitchen, but my computer held out (until today of course). In my office I operated in a different time zone until yesterday, and the car is still running on some time zone that’s out in the Pacific Ocean. It’s a wonder we don’t arrive before we set out.

Our voicemail is lying to us about when those messages came in. But I’m not fooled.

Oh, well. My Adrienne is just a woman ahead of her time.

Categories // Looking Back

Mobius Megatar Expansion

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Secret Megatar Laboratory, Mount Shasta, 8/15/2007: For Immediate Release.

Today Mayor Smokey Barnable of Edgewood cut the ribbon on the new Mobius Factory, declaring August 15th to be ‘Megatar Day.’ The location of the new facility remains undisclosed, and numerous attempts to shadow Mobius workers have met with failure.

“We was trailin’ em,” said Throckmorton P. Gildersleeve III, chief houndsman, “And Ole Bessey was a holdin’ fast. And then a quick zig and a zag around a big tree, and all a-sudden the trail went over rocky ground … and it weren’t no use after that.”

Inquiries should be directed to the Secret Megatar Laboratory, in care of Post Office Box 989, Mount Shasta, CA 96067.

Categories // Looking Back

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