A VISIT TO MO’S DINER
Temecula, CA – Being at the opposite end of the spectrum from ‘real’ news services like MSNBC, I never-the-less keep an eye and an ear on my highly paid mainstream counterparts who report the news then flavor it with opinion, like I do. While rarely on the same page, that all changed with Sandy, the Frankenstorm, that has lived up to the hype.
Morning Joe, a weekday morning talk show on MSNBC, with Joe Scarborough discussing the news of the day in a panel format with co-hosts Mika Brzezinski and Willie Geist, crossed into my Doctor Strange realm the other day on the show when Joe talked of a ‘Black Swan’ aspect to this unique perfect storm coming so close to the elections. To fully understand the significance of this term, make the jump and end up with me at Mo’s Diner.
‘Black Swan events were introduced by Nassim Nicholas Taleb in his 2004 book Fooled By Randomness, which concerned financial events. His 2007 book (revised and completed in 2010) The Black Swan extended the metaphor to events outside of financial markets. Taleb regards almost all major scientific discoveries, historical events, and artistic accomplishments as "black swans"—undirected and unpredicted. He gives the rise of the Internet, the personal computer, World War I, and the September 11 attacks as examples of ‘black swan’ events.
The phrase "black swan" derives from a Latin expression; its oldest known occurrence is the poet Juvenal's characterization of something being "rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cygno" ("a rare bird in the lands, very much like a black swan") (6.165). In English, when the phrase was coined, the ‘black’ swan was presumed not to exist. The importance of the simile lies in its analogy to the fragility of any system of thought. A set of conclusions is potentially undone once any of its fundamental postulates is disproved. In this case, the observation of a single black swan would be the undoing of the phrase's underlying logic, as well as any reasoning that followed from that underlying logic.
Juvenal's phrase was a common expression in 16th century London as a statement of impossibility. The London expression derives from the Old World presumption that all swans must be white because all historical records of swans reported that they had white feathers. In that context, a black swan was impossible or at least nonexistent. After Dutch explorer Willem de Vlamingh discovered black swans in Western Australia in 1697, the term metamorphosed to connote that a perceived impossibility might later be disproven. Taleb notes that in the 19th century John Stuart Mill used the black swan logical fallacy as a new term to identify falsification.
Specifically, Taleb asserts in the New York Times:
"What we call here a Black Swan (and capitalize it) is an event with the following three attributes. First, it is an outlier, as it lies outside the realm of regular expectations, because nothing in the past can convincingly point to its possibility. Second, it carries an extreme 'impact'. Third, in spite of its outlier status, human nature makes us concoct explanations for its occurrence after the fact, making it explainable and predictable." – End of definition, source – [Wiki]
That last paragraph could be the academic definition for seeing the realized outcome of the cryptic message a physic or a prophet gives to you. My metaphysic views concerning this national election have been covered previously through various stories, however, there is no denying that this election has metaphysical ramifications attached to it, even on the state, as in California, level.
Years ago while doing research for a character role, I attended AA incognito. A central point stressed to assuage the guilt of recovering alcohols is the tagline, “you are exactly where you are supposed to be (in relation to the universe).” In the ‘magic’/spiritual world, this universal principle is expressed through the use and knowledge of numbers or numerology. Periodically I use the system to make sure that I’m spot on where I should be according to the universal GPS.
Tuesday morning I got a text for a breakfast wake ‘n’ bake. RSVP-ing back my approval, I was soon in route to a new breakfast spot via a quick detour to recycle my hastily grabbed trash bag of empty plastic beverage containers.
Pulling up with Devon the hobbit, I found that I was next in line behind a man with a pickup truck of bottle returns, possibly from a church. When I asked if I could cut line since I had a small sack of bottles, he replied that he also was waiting at present for the next [there was a man still pushing empties into the only] working self serve refund machine. As I accepted my fate and proceeded to walk off, the man continued, “If you have less than 50, you can count them out (and turn in your count for the ticket refund).”
As I started to count out my bottles two by two, my thoughts were on the coming meal and the continued festivities, which had already started. I was wearing my light lime straw fedora with the bright blue YES On 37 button on the tip of the front crown. I ‘felt’ that I had less than fifty bottles and the more I dig into the dwindling bag, I thought maybe the final would be ‘38’ because that number breaks down to a final number 2, my number.
When I reached the number ‘34’, the chills started over my body, a physical sign of some metaphysical truth being present. I pulled out two, ‘36’… I put my hand into the wriggling, collapsing, plastic trash bag and fished around, finding only one bottle. Final count, ‘37’ as in Prop 37. I looked inside the bag to make sure, trying not to give undue credit to the chills washing over my whole body from head down. 37 nickel refunds and I received a $1.85 credit.
After arriving at Mo’s Diner, a restaurant just south of Q-103’s strip mall and the current reincarnation of the long standing diner at ET’s strip mall entrance, we took a booth on an ‘L’ section corner. The backlit patrons made bronze amber silhouettes by the sun’s rays through slat bamboo shades made the whole room a warm art deco print. The gentle din of other table conversations just barely out of audible understanding gave the whole scene an air of wispy, free flowing energy; it didn’t feel like we were in T-Town anymore.
The waiter who came up had a slight French accent and affectation. After taking our order, which delivered everything and more in a breakfast, Martin, the waiter whose brother just moved to Germany, remarked about my hat. He recognized the YES On 37 button saying, “I really like your hat. I don’t like GMOs.”
Martin went on to explain that Germany had just suspended export of GMO grain from the US based on the French study posted here, see story. Germany already bands GMO foods but they hadn’t banned the feed grain. I removed my hat so he could read each pin. The ‘GMO-OMG-WTF are we eating?’ pin was his fave.
It was at this point of the day that I realized what volunteer Sue [holding sign]
meant when she gave me the first piece in this mystical election puzzle. Her driving advice that afternoon at Tustin Tiller Days was to read Psalm 37. “Read it and you will feel better.”
Sue was right. The Psalm is too long to reproduce in entirety but just these 3 sections give the chilling speculation that even almost 5000 years ago God knew the evil that is called Monsanto would come to bear fruit:
“Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.”
“The wicked plotteth against the just, and gnasheth upon him with his teeth.”
“The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, and to slay such as be of upright conversation. Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bows shall be broken. A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.” [KJV]
Next - The Rebels Strike Back/Up On The Farm
(All emphasis; Lien A, photo credit – Ed)