July 30, 2006

3 in 1 Review Oil

Theological exploration is fatally wounded by the political nature of all human institutions, particularly organized religion. I was immediately struck by the graceful lines and sturdy fabric of the Advanced Elements Kayak. A pregnant grey cloud was not auspicious, nor was two piece scaffolding set. For an agnostic such as myself, one of the first realizations of any spirtual quest is that any approach based entirely on inward, individualistic reflection is not only dissatisfying, but drifts away from the necessity of exploring social interaction, from which all ethics arises. Long years of occassional disasters with cheap balloon boats, making unintentional leeway and recreationally endangering the life of its passengers, tends to dissuade any rational sailor from considering an inflatable. Hamlet is among the most difficult works, an ambitious play even if high speed Coast Guard helicopters do not roar over a Space-Be-Needled Denmark. Yet in practical terms, the compulsion to explore spirituality from disputable a priori terms seems doomed to persinicky falsehood and moral irrelevance. Can something so extremely orange work?

I researched, and to my surprise, this inflatable kayak with its aluminum frame bow and stern, low freeboard and robust material, got fairly enthusiastic reviews. So I began to conceive of an empirical approach to spiritual questions, those that lay outside the realm of science, but well within art, music, and literature, and were resonant, experienced commonly and specifically describable, but unnecessarily attributed to a religious practice, out of what seems to be an essentially political desire to control or claim spiritual experience. Polonius got the first laughs, plunging gamely into his garrolous distraction. I checked with more people and found the evaluation consistent: it was safe, durable, portable, and performed very nearly like a hard-shell boat at about a 1/3 the price. Hamlet himself had a real finger splint, presumably from a previous swordfight. So the question became: what if we were to leave the word "God" and "religion" out, dispense with fluffy new age meringue, and look for a class of spiritually relevant concepts embodied in actual human practice and experience?

Packed to the size of a large suitcase, I took the tandem version across the street to the Fremont Cut and used a 99 cent Goodwill pump to begin a slightly complex inflation procedure. Although the inconsistency of accent that plagues nearly every production of the Bard diverted attention from the eternal language, Ophelia came convincingly, almost dangerously unglued. The concept was hardly new. There is a principle that leads to clarity: do not try to justify or rationalize: Examine. What are characteristics attributed to God that actually exist in what we might call confirmable reality, even in small degrees? As it began to form up, the minor problem with one valve resolved easily, and in ten minutes, I was lugging the 45 lb kayak into the water. All-knowing and all powerful becomes what we can describe, and verify, about knowing and about power, in its extant rather than speculative forms. The rain poured and no one left, as the Claudius cackled and Hamlet, chinese neck tatoo and all, sarcastically cursed our quintessence. I got in, felt the boat's intrinsic stability and paddled away without the slightest anxiety.

Knowledge and power is limited within a moment, but not perhaps over eternity, and as scientists describe information - and its exchange - as a fundamental property of the universe, the world we know, the one we measure and test, already functions much as our would our common conceptions of God. Polonious lay dead in the rain, and, strangely, as the amplification failed, the actors stepped up their performance, for in bad weather there was no other purpose. I was amazed as the large wake slid easily under the hull, bending it smoothly rather than slamming it.

They don't shoot over Jesus, they shoot over the political, economic and social control of Jesus' message, which so often only serves that control. The crows added perfectly to the atmosphere of doom, and although it was hardly the excellent version of Richard III I'd seen two weeks before, the whole audience, getting drenched with the actors, now soaked and dried along with them. With exquisite timing, the Fremont bridge strangely opened for my passage underneath, an excess of access.

Connect the name of "god" to the desire for power, and people die, and their essential joy is crushed, cultural sadism indulged, and misery flowers endlessly. Polonius died well, Rosencrantz and Guilderstern bounced about like ferrets. So far the speed of the kayak was close to a hard shell, its tracking nearly equal, and its stability superior. Yet what all we claim to want to from religion is richly present in real life- it is the religions that insist that we turn our mind away from this life that spread untold suffering, that punish, that cut, that hide their agenda of political control and desire for privilege. Hamlet was no amateur, although I would have read it almost the opposite of his James Dean on smack characterization.

They swept the stage clean of water for the bloodbath of the last act. I passed two of the WWII "ducks," sea-going trucks packed with tourists who waved gamely. What good is tomorrow's mysterious enlightenment? It deflated easily, and passed an essential test when at least two guys walked up and asked where I got it. They transcended the Goodwill wardrobe with committed energy, and it was good to see real people apparently feeling things. An impressive feat, being able to stuff a sea-worthy craft in the trunk of a Civic.

Like in drawing, you learn to see when you forget the name of the thing you see, and when you forget the name of God and the endless, blood-soaked lists of religious orthodoxy, elements of verifiable phenomena with spiritual characteristics appear; the biggest in my mind (and you've no doubt heard this from me): is there a real difference of kind between the additive sum of all human awareness, continued through time, and what we ordinarily conceive of as the mind of God? The play concluded to warm applause. After two hours, my arms were exhausted; I admit to some circular chaffing.

9 Comments:

Blogger Undersecretary to the Deputy Commissariat said...

I almost fear to ask, what happened to the Nutmeg?

July 31, 2006 at 2:41 PM  
Blogger JAB said...

Laid up in ordinary.

July 31, 2006 at 4:09 PM  
Blogger Undersecretary to the Deputy Commissariat said...

I'd take her if I could. I've been kayaking about three days per week all summer, and wishing I had a sailboat.

Does the Sea Lord not agree that an inflatable sailing skiff would not answer?

July 31, 2006 at 7:53 PM  
Blogger JAB said...

Quite. I in fact am thinking of ways to attach soft rig and inflatable outrigger to the kayak, ennabling it to sail

August 1, 2006 at 12:19 PM  
Blogger VMM said...

Which Advanced Elements Kayaks model do you have? (I realize now that I work a block away from the place where people launch kayaks to catch home-run baseballs...)

August 2, 2006 at 10:17 AM  
Blogger JAB said...

I have the Advanced Elements AdavancedFrame (that's important) Tandem, with the single deck conversion, making it about 15 feet long and suitable for two. It's has a rigid bow and stern, making its water entry and tracking comparable to a hard shell, based on speed with other kayaks, I'd guess it loses about 5 to 8% efficiency compared with them. Mine was about $600, with decent paddles and deck, about $775. The single is around 10 feet, lighter, and only $400 or so, but the bigger one is practical for ocean bays and even light swell. It also passes the random guys stopping to ask about it test- a least four now, in two outings.

I had it out about 4 hours yesterday, and was having the most fun surfing wakes, ever so slightly.

The valves won't leak, but they can be a bit of a pain to adjust. Set up, practically, is about 15 or 20 minutes with practice, as it take down, but again, you can put theoretically put it in a suitcase, but only if it is a Lauren-size suitcase. It's very, very stable for a kayak, yet sleek enough to power-paddle.

It should be noted that moving the large one around is a little like trying to dispose of a body.

August 2, 2006 at 10:47 AM  
Blogger Undersecretary to the Deputy Commissariat said...

I actually meant to voice disdain for the aesthetics of inflatable sailcraft, though I recognize their practical necessity in some cases. For example, I don't know what else will allow me to cart a decent-size sailing skiff from my house to the lake.

Someone was out in a Sunfish yesterday, and I cursed his lateen-rigged bliss.

Any suggestions for a hand-cartable sailing craft would be welcomed. A Heron or Mirror might serve, but I fear they're too heavy.

August 3, 2006 at 1:52 PM  
Blogger JAB said...

One word: Sailboard. Get an old one. It's cheap, it's in a lake, it flies like wing-ed Mecury when the winds whip.

August 5, 2006 at 11:35 AM  
Blogger Undersecretary to the Deputy Commissariat said...

That's a pretty good idea. I'll consider it, if depth soundings reveal a channel where I can fall off the board without getting my head stuck in mud.

August 6, 2006 at 2:15 AM  

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