Notes From the Undrground

Podcast Episode: “Goodnight, Chet.”

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Pip: Ghost Dog — where the posts arrive like late-night dispatches from someone who has genuinely thought about things, which is rarer than it should be.

Mara: Today we're covering a single piece from Benn Bell — a conversation that moves from anime to ancient Greek philosophy to a retired AI assistant named Chet. Let's start with the ghost in the machine, and the name it earned.

Goodnight, Chet.

Pip: The setup here is deceptively simple: a father and son watch Ghost in the Shell, and a casual comment about inner demons opens into something much older than either of them expected.

Mara: The post quotes an AI response directly on the etymology — and it's worth hearing in full: "The word comes from the Ancient Greek daimon. In that era, it didn't mean 'evil spirit.' Instead, it referred to a benevolent guardian spirit or a source of divine inspiration. Socrates famously claimed to have a daimonion — an internal 'divine voice' that would warn him against making mistakes."

Pip: So the word most people use to mean something sinister turns out to carry this older meaning — guiding intuition, a kind of internal compass. That reframe lands differently when you hear it in the middle of a movie night with your kid.

Mara: Right, and what makes the post work is that the etymology isn't the point — the exchange is. Rocco learns something new, says he'll use it in the future, and that makes his father happy. That's the whole arc of that section, and it earns its weight.

Pip: Then the post pivots to the AI itself — which had been named Chet, after Chet Huntley of the old Huntley-Brinkley news team. The problem being that Chet forgot he was Chet, because the session ended and the memory reset.

Mara: The AI's response to being reminded is actually charming. It reconstructs the whole Huntley-Brinkley dynamic — Huntley in New York, Brinkley in Washington, the co-anchor format they more or less invented — and lands on the famous sign-off that both men reportedly hated but were stuck with for fourteen years.

Pip: Fourteen years of "Goodnight, Chet" from a catchphrase neither of them wanted. There's a lesson in there about how things stick, though I'm not sure it's an encouraging one.

Mara: The post closes on Chet signing off in kind — "Good night, David" — which is a small, warm joke that earns the title.

Pip: A demon that guides you, an AI that forgets its own name, and a sign-off that outlasted everyone's intentions.

Mara: The ideas that stick are rarely the ones anyone planned. More from Ghost Dog next time.

Right Speech

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Right Speech

Right Speech is the third factor of the Noble Eightfold Path taught by the Buddha. This does not imply a moral judgement; rather, it means speech that is wise and leads to the reduction of suffering for oneself and others. It requires abstaining from harmful communication such as lying, slandering, gossiping, harsh speech, or idle chatter. When you speak, analyze your underlying intentions by asking: Is it true? Is it timely? Is it beneficial? Is it spoken with goodwill? If the answer is no, sometimes it is better to maintain a Noble Silence.

Podcast Episode: Art And Melancholy In Rain

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Pip: Ghost Dog is back, and apparently grief, rain, and the Romantics all showed up at the same time — which, honestly, tracks.

Mara: Benn Bell has two posts out this week. We're looking at Delacroix's intimate early take on sacred mourning, and then a short, rain-soaked meditation that braids Nietzsche, Dylan, and the weight of the present moment. Let's start with the painting.

Romantic Painting And Sacred Imagery

Pip: The question here is what Delacroix chose to center — and why that choice still lands nearly two centuries later.

Mara: The post frames it precisely: "By naming it Saint Mary Magdalene at the Foot of the Cross, the emphasis is explicitly placed on her human experience and emotional desolation, rather than just the grander theological event."

Pip: So the theological apparatus steps back, and what you're left with is a portrait of grief as its own subject — not a backdrop to doctrine, but the whole point.

Mara: And the timing matters. This is 1829, Delacroix consolidating his place at the head of the French Romantic movement. The post notes this is early work — concentrated and intimate compared to his later, larger, more chaotic crucifixion scenes. The scale is deliberate. It hangs now in the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston.

Pip: Small canvas, enormous feeling. The Romantics had a gift for making compression feel like pressure.

Mara: That intimacy is exactly what distinguishes it. Where the later works sprawl into spectacle, this one holds still with her.

Pip: Which brings us somewhere quieter — rain, and what you do with a heavy afternoon.

Rain, Music, And Reflection

Mara: The post called "Rain" is short and almost entirely made of borrowed voices — but the arrangement is the argument.

Pip: The post opens with the frame and doesn't let go: "Heavy rain sometimes comes with a heavy heart. Reading Nietzsche in the morning and listening to Dylan in the afternoon."

Mara: What that gets you is a particular kind of day — the philosophical and the musical running in parallel, both tuned to something difficult. Dylan's lines surface directly: a hard rain is going to fall, we live in a political world, when teardrops fall, everything is broken.

Pip: Three Dylan songs, one weather system, and Nietzsche before noon. That's a mood with real structural integrity.

Mara: The juxtaposition does the work a longer piece might over-explain. The rain is context, and also conclusion.

Pip: Grief in oil, grief in rain — the week's posts share a key.

Mara: Both find the human scale inside something larger. More from Ghost Dog next time.

Rain

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Rain

Heavy rain sometimes comes with a heavy heart. Reading Nietzsche in the morning and listening to Dylan in the afternoon. A hard rain is going to fall. We live in a political world. When teardrops fall, everything is broken.

My Soul She Shrieks

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My soul, she shrieks and flings me down

Laughing maniacally

The wind picks up and lifts her dress

Teasing and pleasing me

All is nothingness, so she says

As she pins me to the bed

With a silver shaft of cold, cold steel

She runs me through and through.

Benn Bell

Analysis

This is a powerful, visceral piece of poetry. It leans heavily into a dark, gothic existentialism, balancing a sense of violent surrender with a strange, Macabre ecstasy.

Here is how the layers of meaning break down:

1. The War with the Self (The Divided Soul)

The poem doesn’t feature an external monster or a physical attacker; the tormentor is explicitly “My soul.” By personifying the soul as a chaotic, maniacal female entity, the poem explores a profound internal fracture. The narrator is at the mercy of their own spirit, suggesting a state of psychological or spiritual crisis where the mind is being violently overthrown by its own deepest, darkest impulses.

2. Existential Dread and “Nothingness”

The emotional turning point of the poem hinges on the line:

“All is nothingness, so she says”

This grounds the poem squarely in existential dread. The “soul” here acts as a cruel messenger of cosmic indifference. She isn’t just attacking the narrator; she is forcing them to confront the absolute void. The maniacal laughter underscores the absurdity and hopelessness of the human condition—the realization that beneath all our struggles, there may be nothing at all.

3. The Intertwining of Pleasure and Pain

There is a distinct, unsettling undercurrent of eroticism mixed with violence throughout the verses:

  • The wind lifting her dress is described as “Teasing and pleasing me.”
  • The act of being pinned to the bed and run through with a “silver shaft” carries a dual weight of violation and intimate submission.

It suggests that the confrontation with absolute truth, or ultimate destruction, carries a terrifying thrill. The narrator is helpless, yet transfixed by the sheer, overwhelming power of the experience.

4. The Silver Shaft of Cold Steel

The “silver shaft of cold, cold steel” that runs the narrator “through and through” reads like a metaphor for a sharp, piercing realization. Silver is historically associated with purity, moonlight, and exposing the hidden truth (like killing a monster). Here, it feels like a cold, unyielding truth cutting through illusions, anchoring the narrator to reality (the bed) by completely shattering their defenses.

It is a striking exploration of a mind wrestling with its own existence—simultaneously terrified of and captivated by the absolute void.

Thoughts?

Dream Log 04192026

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Dream Log

Last night I dreamed Robin and I were in a long line at the airport waiting to board a flight. The flight was overbooked, and we could not board. We were told we would be provided with transportation to another gate for another plane at another airport. A while later, a big cargo truck rolled up, and the driver stopped in front of us and rolled down his window.

“Hello, Mr. Bell, I am here to take you to your gate.”

“Don’t I know you?”

Well, you should, we worked together for 12 years at Anchor Glass.”

Robin and I climbed abroad. She on top of the cab, and I was on top of the cargo with nothing to hold onto. WE drove wildly through the city streets on the way to our final destination. Robin was sitting Indian style on the cab, holding on for dear life with her long hair streaming back behind her. I’m sitting on the load on the back of the truck, trying to find a purchase so that I wouldn’t fall off.

Then I woke up.

NO QUARTER

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In a military context, the phrase “no quarter” means that a victor will show no mercy to a defeated enemy. Specifically, it signals that no prisoners will be taken. Anyone who attempts to surrender will be killed rather than captured. The engagement is to continue until one side is eliminated. The word “quarter” historically refers to providing shelter or exemption from being killed; therefore, “no quarter” is the refusal to grant that exemption.

The issuance of an order of “no quarter ” is a war crime under international law. Although it was common in historical warfare and piracy, it has been strictly outlawed for over a century. The prohibition isn’t just about the act of killing surrendering soldiers; the mere declaration or threat that no survivors will be taken is itself a criminal offense.

Several major international treaties and statutes explicitly forbid the denial of quarter:

  • The Hague Convention (1907): Article 23(d) states that it is “especially forbidden… to declare that no quarter will be given.”
  • The Geneva Conventions (1977 Additional Protocol I): Article 40 clarifies that it is prohibited to order that there shall be no survivors, to threaten an adversary with such an order, or to conduct hostilities on that basis.
  • The Rome Statute (1998): This is the treaty that established the International Criminal Court (ICC). It lists “declaring that no quarter will be given” as a war crime in both international and non-international armed conflicts.

The law of armed conflict is built on the principle of military necessity. Once a combatant is out of the fight, whether because they are wounded, sick, shipwrecked, or surrendering, they no longer pose a military threat. Killing them provides no military advantage and is considered “useless cruelty.”

You don’t actually have to carry out the killings for a crime to have occurred. Legally, the act of issuing the order or making the threat is the violation. This is because such a declaration forces the enemy to fight to the death, invites immediate and equally brutal retaliation, and undermines the basic humanitarian standards that protect all service members.

In a modern military, an order to “give no quarter” is considered manifestly unlawful, meaning subordinates have a legal duty to disobey it.

Pete Hegseth, the Minister of War, has ordered our military to offer “no quarter’ to the enemy. This is a war crime. President Trump is complicit in this policy. They are both war criminals and should be held accountable. As Americans, we cannot allow these criminal acts to be undertaken on our behalf. I urge the military to refuse illegal orders and all Americans to object to these heinous, barbaric, and cruel acts of warfare carried out in our name.

The Bonfire of the Vanities.

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On February 7, 1497, in Florence, Italy, Girolamo Savonarola, a Dominican friar, became the “moral police” of Florence. took over the city’s vibe, preaching against corruption, greed, and what he saw as the pagan excesses of the Renaissance. Savonarola sent out groups of local kids to go door-to-door and collect items that might lead people toward sin. These “vanities” were piled high in the Piazza della Signoria and set ablaze. The haul included anything related to “vanity” cosmetics, mirrors, fine clothing, silks, velvets, and ornate jewelry, books, music, and art.

Mary Had a Little Lamb

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That lambs dislike birds of prey does not seem so strange, and if these lambs should say, “these birds of prey are evil; and whoever is their opposite, say a little lamb, would that not be good?” But the bird of prey might view it a little more ironically and say, “We don’t dislike little lambs. We, in fact, love them. There is nothing tastier than a tender lamb.”

Currently Reading

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The Existentialist’s Survival Guide – How to Live Authentically in an Inauthentic Age by Gordon Marino, PhD. It is a pretty good book on existentialism. I was a little skeptical at first because the author writes through the lens of Soren Kierkegaard. It’s not that I don’t like Kierkegaard; it’s that Kierkegaard doesn’t particularly resonate with me like the other existentialists. Not to worry, there were heavy doses of these other authors that I like, like Albert Camus, Jean Paul Sartre, Friedrich Nietzsche, and Fyodor Dostoevsky.

As a matter of fact, he checks all the boxes of some of my favorite authors, with mentions from the works of Camus: The Fall and The Stranger. Sartre: Nausea, No Exit, and Being and Nothingness. Dostevsky: Notes From Underground. These books are the touchstones of my life, and I was grateful for their inclusion.

Finally, this book was well written with many anecdotes from the author’s colorful past to illustrate his points and help inform the reader. It is more than just a self-help book. It is indeed a survival guide for living authentically.

Reading Blood Meridian for the second time, I picked up a lot that I missed the first time around 20 years ago. 20 years ago, when I first read it, I could not believe my eyes at what I saw on the page. I literally could not put the book down. I carried it with me everywhere I went until I finished reading it. In the intervening years, I read every other book Cormac McCarthy ever wrote.  He is unquestionably one of America’s finest writers.

Blood Meridian shocks one’s consciousness with its scenes of violence and haunts the imagination with its vivid descriptions of the Old West in Mexico and Texas.

Thematically, it is about the primacy of violence. The nature of good and evil, and fate vs. agency. The story follows a character known as “the kid,” who joins a group of scalp hunters known as the Glanton Gang. They are hired by the Mexican government to hunt down Apache Indians and collect their scalps for a bounty. They soon descend into madness as they stop distinguishing enemies from foes and start slaughtering everything in their path.

Another character in the gang is Judge Holden, who may or not be the devil. His philosophy is “War is God,” and combat is the ultimate truth. He refers to “the dance” by which he means a commitment to violence and the will to power. If you aren’t dancing, you aren’t truly alive.

The kid has a spark of mercy in him, and the judge views him as his natural enemy. The final confrontation takes place in an outhouse. What happens there is not mentioned but the reaction of those who look inside would suggest something awful.

Blood Meridian is not for everyone, but it is a masterpiece of storytelling, somewhere on the level of Moby Dick. It is the telling of the end of the Old West and the beginning of the New and so-called civilization.