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Peeve Farm
Breeding peeves for show, not just to keep as pets
Brian Tiemann
Silicon ValleyNew York-based purveyor of a confusing mixture of Apple punditry, political bile, and sports car rentals.

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Saturday, February 12, 2005
19:37 - Everything is on the Internet
http://www.planetnintendo.com/thewarpzone/lockarm.html

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Okay, roll call: who remembers Lockarm?

It seems that in 1989, Nintendo Power held a contest for artists, which was to design up their own "Nintendo" games. My brother and I should have entered that contest. I rememeber spending day upon day "making" Mega Man 5, and my brother did the same with a Mario 5. I think we got rid of both of them by now, truely a great shame.

The winner of this contest was Jeffrey Scott Campbell, of Aurora Colorado. His game, Lockarm, had a storyline such as what follows...

Anybody raise their hand?

...Geek!

(Personally, I thought Lockarm won solely because of the pretty drawings, and the potential of the gameplay itself was lame beyond imagining—particularly when I pictured what it would have looked like in 8-bit graphics. I thought the judges were dazzled by the kid's preternatural drawing abilities and were blinded by it to all else in the proposal. ...Or maybe I was just bitter that they didn't choose the pathetic Metroid clone set in Loch Ness that I submitted...)

Thursday, February 10, 2005
00:49 - Evil Use of Java #871
http://babynamewizard.com/namevoyager/

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This is pretty cool. A Java-based tracker of baby names throughout history. Very clever interface—a fast machine is recommended. Just as I thought: not too many Mildreds after about 1930, and not many Kaitlyns before 1980... and Brian seems to have been in its heyday right around the mid-70s, oddly enough.

Via Paul Denton, who looks to be my go-to guy for word on the unfolding horror that is American Dad.


00:45 - Wait a minute
http://esuvee.com/

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This is a government production?

It's pretty damn clever. I never would have guessed.

Wednesday, February 9, 2005
18:29 - Surely you jest
http://homestarrunner.com/filmstyle.html

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Peasant's Quest: The Movie.



I am speechless.

(Isn't it astonishing how something can start out as a silly side-joke, become a slightly sillier main-sequence joke, then achieve truly mythic stature in silliness, and now finally make the leap to pure distilled high-budget live-action silliness the likes of which I've never before encountered?)


17:34 - Saw this coming a mile off
http://www.deanesmay.com/posts/1107983026.shtml

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Who'dathunk? Kim Jong Il is not amused by Team America: World Police.

Parker and Stone could not be reached for comment, but I'm sure they're just mortified at how their innocuous movie was obviously misinterpreted by the North Korean leader, for whom they have the utmost respect. They'll be making a few non-critical but important alterations, it's expected, before the DVD is released.

<snort> Shyeah. Hee hee hee.


11:29 - Sittin' on top of the world

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Yesterday I made the final booking arrangements on the Alaska Marine Highway, the ferry that takes tourists and cars down the Inside Passage from Anchorage and Skagway back down to civilization. Over $1000, and space is filling up fast, so it's pretty much a done deal.

See, I've decided to drive the Alaska Highway this summer.

In August, a friend and I will start out from San Jose, drive north on I-5 and US97 through Oregon and Washington, over the Canadian border, up through Kelowna, maybe taking in Banff and Jasper, then starting the actual Alaska Highway at Dawson Creek in northern BC. From there it's 1500 miles through tundra and forest and sawtooth mountain ranges, through Whitehorse and Liard Hot Springs and Muncho Lake and Haines Junction and Teslin and Kluane Lake and many other ringing names, into Alaska via Tok and Delta Junction. Then it's up to Fairbanks and to Denali, where my parents spent two summers when they were about my age—about thirty years ago—working at Mt. McKinley, my dad driving a tour bus dozens of miles into the interior and pointing out all the wildlife to awed tourists who would otherwise have been disappointed at the fact that the mountain is obscured by clouds 367 days of the year. This whole trip is something of a recreation of their own odyssey back in 1971 (and again in 1972), which they undertook back when the road was all gravel and they averaged no more than 30 mph in their orange VW squareback wagon with a cat riding in the back. They had three weeks to make it one direction. I've got three weeks planned for the entire round trip.

After Denali, we'll head south through Anchorage, and that's where the really interesting part starts. This map is about bus routes, and doesn't show all the roads, but it gives the general gist: It starts with the Whittier Tunnel, longest highway tunnel in North America, recently refitted to allow a single lane of cars to share the same driving surface as the railroad that has used it for many years (they queue up 240 deep and then meter them through—if there's a fire or an emergency, there are a bunch of safe-rooms dug into the rock that are fireproof and have their own oxygen supplies). At the other end, at Whittier, is the first leg of the ferry: the brand-new M/V Chenega, which takes us across Prince William Sound to Valdez. Thence it's up through Glennallen and Slana to Tok again, and up one of the last major highways still gravel-surfaced: the Top of the World Highway, though such metropoli as Chicken and Eagle, past the trailer serving as the border station and customs office, and on to Dawson City.

(My parents had to rely on The Milepost and hearsay as they went. I can look up all these towns on Mapquest.)

Then down through the heart of Yukon and back to Whitehorse, where we head south across the border again, over the Chilkoot Pass and into Skagway, there to wallow in the Gold Rush nostalgia for a night before picking up the ferry for the leg down to Juneau. It's the M/V Fairweather, which looks like a Star Trek shuttlecraft, and will make the trip in 2.5 hours instead of the 7 it takes other ships. So we spend the evening in Juneau and then catch the M/V Matanuska for the long leg, the one down to Prince Rupert, BC, stopping at places like Ketchikan and Wrangell for an hour each, and landing at 6:15AM after a day and a half of travel. At which point we get up, rub the sleep from our eyes, and drive inland to Prince George, then turn south through Whistler on the way to Vancouver and Seattle. And then a straight shot back down south on I-5.

The dates all seem to work out. Barring any major mechanical breakdowns or reservation mixups, I think it's doable.

It'll be the longest vacation I've taken in... uh, ever. And I think that's just fine; as they say, nobody ever lay on his deathbed muttering, "Boy, I wish I'd spent more time in the office." If I can get this under my belt before I'm 30, I'll feel a whole lot better about my worldly accomplishments to date, and I'll have something I can really, genuinely look back on and brag about.

Especially if I take lots of photos. Now I need to get a new camera. A good one. With lots of expensive lenses and stuff.

Sheesh. So much for saving money. But then, I guess nobody lay on his deathbed thinking, "Boy, I wish I'd saved more money," either...

Tuesday, February 8, 2005
21:38 - By the way...

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Server's faster now. Anybody notice?


21:32 - The way is shut

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Some warn of Eurabia. Some suggest that depopulation threatens Europe's native cultures, and that the only factors swelling the census numbers in Amsterdam and Hamburg are immigration from places like Turkey and Morocco, while a multiculturalism-besotted public is too fearful of how it'll look if they change their mind, and fall back on picking on the Jews instead.

But maybe there's some fight left in the Europe of the castles and the cathedrals after all. The Netherlands:

People applying to live in the Netherlands will have to take an examination to prove that they understand the language and culture, the government has proposed.

The test will require 350 hours of study and cost £250.

And now England:

U.K. Prime Minister Tony Blair plans to allow only people who speak English and have skills that are in demand to settle in Britain, after polls showed the public considers immigration rules to be too weak.

. . .

[The plan] sets out a four- tier system of points for those applying to work in Britain from outside the European Union. People who speak English and have skills in demand will be able to settle in the U.K., while unskilled workers and students won't be allowed to stay permanently.

It's taken some high-profile murders and arrests to really bring the seriousness of the modern world's stakes home to some people, but they seem to be stirring at last.

Now let's just hope they (and we) get out of this mess more cleanly than we did sixty years ago.

Sunday, February 6, 2005
21:21 - The Left's Behind (or, This reporter promises to be more trusting and less vigilant in the future)
http://powerlineblog.com/archives/009475.php

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Wow. The more stuff like this I read, the more it irks me when people insist in all seriousness that the United States is in the thrall of a bunch of religious dimwits who treat the Left Behind books with more regard than the Constitution.

For Bill Moyers, Grist, and the Minneapolis Star Tribune to allege that James Watt, as Secretary of the Interior, argued that "protecting natural resources was unimportant in light of the imminent return of Jesus Christ" is an outrageous libel.

It's revealing, too, to trace the course of the libel over time. The Star Tribune relied on Bill Moyers, and printed a charge by him that, had the editors thought about the matter, they should have realized was ridiculous on its face. Moyers relied on his "favorite online environmental journal," Grist, which in turn relied on (and apparently embellished) a book by Austin Miles, a former circus ringmaster who became disillusioned with Christianity after an encounter with James Bakker. At no stage did any of these worthies think it necessary to do some fact-checking before besmirching the reputation of a former cabinet officer.

. . .

It would be possible, I suppose, for Bill Moyers to distort the truth and mischaracterize the words of others more baldly than he did in his Star Tribune op-ed, but it wouldn't be easy. One can only wonder what made Moyers think he could get away with such blatant misrepresentations. No, wait. It isn't hard to figure out after all. Moyers is just a year or two behind the times; he doesn't know about the blogosphere. Throughout Moyers' career, he was free to slander conservatives with impunity, knowing that there was no forum in thich their responses would ever be heard.

Next time someone in a position similar to James Watt's actually says the kinds of things attributed to him with such airy surety by people like Bill Moyers, then I'll sit up and pay attention. But I've pretty much stopped assuming that any such aspersion is accurate, and now start from the presumption that there's some monkey business going on on the part of whoever's doing the reporting. Recent experience has me presuming a lot more innocence and virtue on the part of Christians than on that of the people determined to denigrate them.

I hope Moyers is proud of himself. From now on I'll have to be convinced to his (or one of his compatriots') side, and he'll have a lot more ground to cover before winning me back.

Thursday, February 3, 2005
01:23 - Scouring of the Shire
http://iraqilibe.blogspot.com/2005/02/iraqi-citizens-kill-5-terrorists.html

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That's how Chris M. characterizes this account of the citizens of an Iraqi town giving back as good as they'd have gotten from the insurgents bent on "punishing" them for voting on Sunday.

'No!' said Merry. 'It's no good "getting under cover". That is just what people have been doing, and just what these ruffians like. They will simply come down in force, corner us, and then drive us out, or burn us in. No, we have got to do something at once.'

'Do what?' said Pippin.

'Raise the Shire!' said Merry. 'Now! Wake all our people! They hate all this, you can see.... They just want a match, though, and they'll go up in fire.'
Tim Blair likens it more to The Magnificent Seven, following from a different account by a Mark Willacy who conducted an interview on Australian ABC TV in which he was asked questions like, "Do you think that is a one off, Mark, or is it a sign perhaps that some Iraqis are no longer sympathetic to the insurgents' cause?"

Just perhaps. Maybe some.

I don't think anyone's naïve enough to expect Iraq to follow a storybook script of any kind. But these stories do come from somewhere, reflecting some fundamental impulse deep in the human character... and Iraq's now in one of those "building" phases, analogous to the Wild West, where there do appear to be great days ahead: high stakes, a reward that's been earned. People are willing now to fight to ensure it won't be stolen away from them now that they've had a sight of it.


14:13 - Leonard Cohen, eat your heart out
http://www.arabnews.com/?page=7§ion=0&article=58456&d=3&m=2&y=2005&pix=opinion.j

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Wow. In the Arab News, of all places. Chances are that time and distance will make the impact of Sunday's elections fade behind more doubt and quagmire and "perspective", as with every other positive milestone since 9/11; but for now, at least, it's time to highlight it all so it lasts as long as possible. Here's what Saudi Dr. Mohammed T. Al-Rasheed has to say:

Bravo Iraq! For history, Jan. 30, 2005, is one magnificent day for Iraq and the Arab nation. Regardless of who won and who lost, the day should be a permanent fixture on the Arab calendar forever. I don’t want to talk politics; I simply want to celebrate history.

In spite of everything, the Iraqis voted. They did so with a passion and a seriousness that gives the lie to the cliché that Arabs are not ready for democracy. One myth down, a thousand to go.

Everyone says that this is the first free elections in Iraq for fifty years. That is another lie. There has never been one single free election in the long history of the Arabs ever. This is the first one.

It took the Americans to conduct it and force it down the throats of dictators, terrorists, exploding deranged humans, and odds as big as the distance between the USA and the Middle East.

British guns and soldiers were in the area for so long yet did not care to look at the people.

They waltzed with people Gerty and Lawrence (their colonial spies) baptized and were happy to see the nations slip into slavery.

Likewise, the French could not bring themselves to see that the Arabs were good enough to cast a vote. And even when it happened in Algeria, the French orchestrated a putsch to annul it.

On Sunday America vindicated itself to all doubters, including me. They delivered on the promise of an election, so I am sure they will deliver on the promise of withdrawal.

. . .

Perhaps in the coming weeks we will take issue with America again. But for today, I am celebrating by having a McDonald’s. I hate fast food, but for this day I will make an exception.

Since people like Michael Moore are MIA, Robert Fisk is eating cardboard, Aaron McGruder is off on irrelevant tangents, and Garry Trudeau is entertaining fantasies of visceral racial hatred among soldiers whose primary charge in Iraq is spotting insurgents in a sea of friendly or indifferent Iraqi faces they're sworn to defend, maybe there's a chance that people like Dr. Al-Rasheed might get taken seriously, even if just for a day or two. Maybe that's all it will take for the world to realize that something has changed: even if everything up till the very present day was about imperialism and hegemony, now it's not. The facts on the ground are too obvious to ignore now. It's all been faith and presumption, but now we know.

And knowing is half the battle. (Right, Guardian?)

Wednesday, February 2, 2005
11:24 - How you know you've lost
http://www.wired.com/news/mac/0,2125,66460,00.html

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Although it's soon to be as ubiquitous as no accessory has been since hats fell out of style, there's one place where the powers-that-be would dearly love for you not to love your iPod so much:

To the growing frustration and annoyance of Microsoft's management, Apple Computer's iPod is wildly popular among Microsoft's workers.

"About 80 percent of Microsoft employees who have a portable music player have an iPod," said one source, a high-level manager who asked to remain anonymous. "It's pretty staggering."

The source estimated 80 percent of Microsoft employees have a music player -- that translates to 16,000 iPod users among the 25,000 who work at or near Microsoft's corporate campus. "This irks the management team no end," said the source.

So popular is the iPod, executives are increasingly sending out memos frowning on its use.

. . .

"These guys are really quite scared," said the source of Microsoft's management. "It shows how their backs are against the wall.... Even though it's Microsoft, no one is interested in what we have to offer, even our own employees."

Heh heh heh.

Er—sorry. I mean, um, how sad for them.

Heh heh heh.

(Via Kris and MacNN.)

Tuesday, February 1, 2005
21:21 - Implied, Lisa... or implode?

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I guess they're finally starting to say it.

I naïvely expected to hear words like this during the UN hearings on the foundation for the war, in which Powell's evidence (which turned out to be pretty flimsy, if not so transparent as to be disastrous in retrospect to his credibilty) seemed a lot more convincing at the time. But barring that, as grounds for such repudiations dissolved shortly afterwards, I expected to hear these words in the wake of the growing body of testimonials from Iraqis pining for freedom and taking peace activists to task for their "simplistic Nickelodeon diplomacy", and recantations of the Human Shields who cried, "Oh God, what have we done?" But it wasn't to be. Nor was it to be upon hearing freed Iraqis jubilantly call out for "Democracy, Whiskey, Sexy" as they dragged the Saddam statue to its knees. Nor did the Transfer of Sovereignty date evoke so much as a sniff of introspection on the part of those who insisted, not that we were in Iraq to steal the oil and kill brown people for the fun of it at the command of our Zionist masters, but that democracy was something Iraqis just weren't suited for, the poor dear darkies.

In fact, I'd begun to despair of ever hearing anything like this:

By now, you might have even voted against George Bush -- a second time -- to register your disapproval.

But after watching Sunday's election in Iraq and seeing the first clear sign that freedom really may mean something to the Iraqi people, you have to be asking yourself: What if it turns out Bush was right, and we were wrong?

It's hard to swallow, isn't it?

. . .

Obviously, I'm still curious to see if Bush is willing to allow the Iraqis to install a government that is free to kick us out or to oppose our other foreign policy efforts in the region.

So is the rest of the world.

For now, though, I think we have to cut the president some slack about a timetable for his exit strategy.

If it turns out Bush was right all along, this is going to require some serious penance.

Maybe I'd have to vote Republican in 2008.

Whoa, now, let's not do anything rash.

I'd be happier to see the Democrats remember what the name of their bloody party is, and put a few chips on the idea that maybe democracy is a good thing after all—not just for white people, but for anybody in the world. That's all I would ask.

I saw (rather, heard) the first part of the Daily Show last night, too, before I tore myself away from what I was working on and changed the channel. It seemed Jon Stewart and friends were having a hard time figuring out how to spin jokes from a bunch of images of Iraqis gleefully holding up ink-stained fingers and dancing in banner-waving street mobs. "It was in fact a good day," said Stephen Colbert, "And that makes... what, three they've had. Three good days... the day the statue came down, the day we captured Saddam, and now this. So in the Iraqi Week of Good Days, we're up to... Wednesday! It's Hump Day!"

The nervousness of the audience's laughter was palpable. I kinda wish I'd stuck with it until the end, though—it must have been downright tomblike in there when Stewart said this:

Jon Stewart, late in the Daily Show last night to Newsweek pundit Fareed Zakaria: "I’ve watched this thing unfold from the start and here’s the great fear that I have: What if Bush, the president, ours, has been right about this all along? I feel like my world view will not sustain itself and I may, and again I don’t know if I can physically do this, implode. (Hat tip: David Frum).

That would be awful, I know. But see, democracy is bigger than the details needed to bring it to life. Once you've accepted that the people who say they want it actually represent a popular movement, and are not just a bunch of paid flunkies preening for Western cameras and bags of illicit M&Ms, there is no more arguing against democracy. To argue against democracy is to argue against a country's people, and nobody wants the terminology to get that far, lest it reveal where one's priorities really lie.

Believing the worst about the war all this time, whether or not one agrees with Brown in that "going to war still sent so many terrible messages to the world" (a statement which sends a quite reassuring message to would-be Hitlers), means believing that the Idiot Supergenius Bush deluded America into fighting for the spread and germination of democracy, a concept he was himself patently opposed to, and in whose service he was willing to construct the most elaborate, audacious, and shameless lie in American history. It takes believing that Bush says he likes freedom, but is lying and secretly hates freedom—but he's willing to subvert our entire governmental system to create freedom anyway, because it serves his nefarious goals.

But there's another explanation, one that requires much fewer mental gymnastics.

Being on the side of the war means simply believing Bush meant what he said and said what he meant. That he believed the things he said, that he acted in good faith, that he never knowingly lied, and that the end result—democracy in Iraq—depends not on subterfuge but on honesty. Hard as it might be, one only has to believe that Bush and the pro-war faction of American politics has simply been sincere all along for the sight of grinning, finger-waving Iraqi voters to make sense.

Otherwise one has to layer the assumption of one lie on top of the assumption of another, deception upon conspiracy upon betrayal upon belief in the worst impulses of humanity manifesting themselves constantly in every level from Republican voters and Iraqi citizens up through the President and his cabinet. The only way to explain away positive developments in the face of such expressed evil would be to add yet more presumptions of ill intent on top. Eventually you end up with an edifice so hideously elaborate that it necessarily crashes in under its own weight.

The theorists would call it "elegant" to believe that simply putting our faith in the higher ideals of freedom and democracy, ignoring the popular disdain for such concepts as have been made current by the nightly comedy lineup, and in our elected officials to act according to their own publicly expressed beliefs about the world instead of in direct contradiction to them, is enough to bring about positive change in the world. It requires no cynicism and no resentment. It requires no second-guessing, no overanalysis, no reliance on data that's guaranteed to be faultier than what the administration might be working with. It requires no spiderweb of half-baked beliefs all bolstered by nothing but prejudice and detestation and peer pressure. All it takes is a little bit of trust, the fundamental building block of any modern free society.

The trouble is, when you trust in trust, there's not much comedy to be made from it. When one's mind is at ease, and not tugged in a million directions by a roil of contradicting, incompatible presumptions, there's not a lot left to say.

And we're just not a people accustomed to silence. Because, after all, we're free.

UPDATE: Tim Blair has more sightings of people starting to exit the "reality-based community" and re-enter actual reality.


20:33 - If I have seen farther, it is by kicking the shins of giants
http://coldfury.com/index.php?p=5260

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Fascinating stuff about Galileo Galilei by John over at Cold Fury today.

Seems the guy was a lot more human than a generation of college kids naming their dorm-room computers after him might suggest—and so were the actors of the Inquisition.

Stop! Stop burning me with nuance!


15:21 - Oh... my... God.
http://littlegreenfootballs.com/weblog/?entry=14549_Holy_Warriors_vs._GI_Joe&only=ye

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This is more laughable even than Rathergate.

Maybe the major journalistic corporations should start instituting a "Take a Blogger to Work Day".

Monday, January 31, 2005
17:43 - Putting a face with the name
http://www.michaeltotten.com/archives/000641.html

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I'm fascinated by detailed reports of life in countries that we know very little about or that seem like Netherworld versions of our customary Western experience—Russia, Israel, China, Thailand, Iran—where allegedly life proceeds according to modern expectations of technology and discourse, but where there's just that much that's so very alien about it. I stare at maps and atlases with obsessive fervor, wanting to be able to put the texture of familiarity with the rich and rolling names on the paper.

That's why, when something like this photo tour of Libya by Michael Totten (via Mary Madigan) comes along, I gobble it right up. Fascinating stuff. All hail digital cameras and the Web.

Same thing goes for this description of the likely crumbling façade of North Korea's regime. It's in this way that one starts to slowly attain an idea of what kind of mental strangulation one undergoes in a country ruled under a personage like Kim Jong Il or Saddam Hussein, how much of one's own human reasoning powers and perception of reality one is forced to flatly deny oneself... and why when people like Iraq the Model's Ali say things like this:

2003; the year of freedom.
Before you I was mute, and here goes my tongue praying for the best,
Before you I was hand-cuffed, and here are my hands free to write,
Before you my mind was tied to one thought and here I find wide horizons and greater thoughts,
Before you I was isolated, and here I join the wide universe.
I will never forget you; you broke the chains for my people, and rid us from the big jail.

...They're not preening, they're not trolling for comments, they're not posturing for favor from the overlords, they're not practicing their ironic sneers in hopes of building a J-school portfolio. They mean it. In a way that people like us can never fully understand. (Thank goodness.)

Here's the kind of thing, from Iraqi Shiite sheik Hamid Chiati, that inevitably draws hollow latte-spilling guffaws from the Democratic Underground crowd:

"Yes, we still face explosions, kidnapping and killing. But already the new Iraq is better even when we don’t have bread.

"We don’t have water, but we are happy. Electricity - no. But we’re better off because under Saddam no one respected us - and today they do. That’s more important than bread or water or electricity."

It's all the rage to second-guess everything we hear, to come up with a new and subversive angle that sounds like the exact opposite of what The Man would say, just for the frisson of smugness one gets from feeling like one sees through the smokescreen to the ugly, ugly truth beneath and attains appropriate cynicism to dismiss any otherwise inspiring development as so much futility in the face of an inexorably decaying and irredeemable world.

But some days... well, you've just got to drop the cynicism and the irony by the wayside and just let people sound sincere for once. Take them at their word. The Iraqi insurgents were dead serious when they said they'd try to kill as many voters as possible; fortunately the Election Weekend nationwide curfew kept casualties to a very small number. We owe it to their intended victims to treat their words with just as much seriousness and respect, for they are just as earnest.

Maybe one of these days a photo tour of Baghdad won't look like the snapshots captured by a lander on an alien world. Maybe someday it'll look so familiar that a stroll down a street there won't seem any more thrillingly different than walking around Toronto or Berlin. Maybe the people there will one day have spent enough time living under a government of their own making that in some ways they'll seem more familiar to us if we should meet them on the street than anyone but our own countrymen.

I can think of many worse fates for the world.


13:08 - I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=104x302

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So is this, more than anything else we've seen to date, not the very definition of "dead-enders"?

All the media keeps talking about is how happy the Iraqis are, how high turnout was, and how "freedom" has spread to Iraq. I had to turn off CNN because they kept focusing on the so-called "voters" and barely mentioned the resistance movements at all. Where are the freedom fighters today? Are their voices silenced because some American puppets cast a few ballots?

I can't believe the Iraqis are buying into this "democracy" bullshit...

Fortunately there are some in the comments with the ability to come back from the brink of pure insanity and refute this garbage. But this kind of thing seems to be all that's in the news today, all that anyone's talking about.

I have not yet read, in fact, a single news story or blog post that mentions any projection of who won the election. Though for accounts of the casualties from terror attacks and protests against the horror of democracy around the world, well, I have to stick to Spongebob and Sailor Moon fan sites to avoid them.

This is what it felt like on November 3, too. What should have been a great, elating victory turns into the somber, frustrated surveying of a field of battle where nobody even has the heart to cheer.

UPDATE: Tim Blair's coverage makes for reassuring reading. Except if you're one of the Leftern naysayers, though. I keep thinking that if they had any sense or honor they'd be wallowing in introspection and shame today, but... I guess we all know better than that.

Friday, January 28, 2005
11:41 - The Last Good War

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In response to this post about the Left's beatific nostalgia for WWII (exemplified by Doonesbury), George H. e-mails:

I'm of the opinion that the modern Left loves to reverently invoke WW2
because its a safe way to claim they're not complete weaklings when it comes
to national defense and related issues. See, they can say, we were all for
fighting Hitler!

It also doesn't hurt that the Nazis were/are the perfect foes for the Left,
whose hivemind is notoriously emotion-ruled. Hitler and the gang were
downright demonic - right out of Central Casting - and made to order.

Also, hating the Nazis and celebrating their destruction in the post-1945
period was the safest thing one could do. In the past 200 years, no regime
has ever been so as destroyed, scattered, vilified and comprehensively
liquidated as that of the Third Reich. Hell, even the most recent
Euro-conqueror before Hitler - Napoleon - escaped with his life and one of
Nappy's "Feldmarschalls" founded a royal dynasty in Sweden! The
Swastikettes, on the other hand, were hung, shot, driven to suicide or
chased to the ends of the Earth.

GOOD, says I. But the point is that dancing on the grave of Nazism and
idolizing the war that dug that grave was a pretty risk-free political
endeavor after WW2. Very little chance that Otto Skorzeny was going to show
up at your door with a Luger.

Being comprehensively opposed to tyranny - you know, like a true classical
liberal - was another kettle of fish entirely. As we both know, a regime
just as bad as Hitler's survived the war and its bloodsoaked leaders mostly
died in bed (unless killed by each other or by Stalin, the worst snake in
the nest). Add to this the decades-long, collective blowjob administered by
"progressives" to the Soviet State and the right-thinking Liberal has a real
dilemma.

Solution? More WW2 nostalgia, please. Big Red was an ally, the eee-vil Nazis
were the foe, and everything was ideologically comfortable.

Also note the prevalence of the European theater over the Pacific - even
though we fought the Japanese for longer than the Germans. There's also that
messy Atom Bomb thing. And the far less snappy uniforms of the Japs. :)

Yup, I'd noticed that too. Mentioning the A-bomb makes people inevitably start to bring up Dresden. And that wouldn't do.


11:30 - Fundamental theorems
http://coldfury.com/index.php?p=5252

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Mike Hendrix has posted a deft summary of the position that a lot of us hold, which we all may as well just link back to as the starting point from which we can start having some new arguments. In the years since 9/11, our discourse has converged on these ideas, and while some might find parts with which to disagree (and even in a principled manner, in some cases), there's not much there to argue with. Sometimes getting it all into one big pile helps perspective. I don't think many people take the time to remember how much it felt like the world had changed on the evening of 9/11, for instance, and knew—instinctively knew—that the old rules of engagement and tolerance of global threats no longer applied, that the burden of proof and demonstration of necessity for preemptive war were things that would not survive in their familiar forms in the new, changed world.

One might still argue that our priorities could have been arranged differently, that having the Europeans on board with the long-term War on Terror (through whatever concessions to them might be necessary) outranked taking out the immediate perceived threat of Iraq, and that Iraq should have waited if it meant sacrificing that global consensus. That's at least a principled position—not one that I agree with, because I don't happen to believe that the Europeans would have gotten on board with us beyond Afghanistan under any circumstances, as we can see through their relaxed dealings with Iran and their lack of outrage or even surprise at the moral implosion of the UN. I happen to think that there really was no other good option than the one we undertook, as the War on Terror might have been easier won with the Europeans on board, but it can never be won without us calling the shots. Nobody else has the resources or the willpower, or the clarity of purpose. Nobody else could stomach the hard, ugly transformative steps that are necessary to make Islamic terrorism die, not through short-term symptom-treating palliatives, but through the march of generations. Nobody else seems to share that vision, probably because nobody else shares our experience.

I don't expect agreement from those who don't have the same vision of what the world needs to be. I don't like to have to say they'd just better get used to it, either. But I think we do know what we're doing here. The Europeans shouldn't make the all-too-common mistake of underestimating our understanding of human nature. We have figured a few things out. All on our own.

AFP and the BBC may judge us harshly, but I'm confident that the history books will be more charitable. They'll have to be, because they'll be written in a better world.

Thursday, January 27, 2005
11:29 - Careful what you wish for
http://techcentralstation.com/012705D.html

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Via InstaPundit:

In the course of history, Manichaeism was ruthlessly eradicated as an heretical, ungodly doctrine. When looking at demographic statistics, however, one might think that the populations in developed countries have converted en masse to Manichaeism and decided to become extinct. The birth rate in most western countries has fallen bellow replacement level.

In the so-called "New Europe", the situation is even gloomier. According to UN projections, Latvia will lose 44 percent of its population by 2050 as a result of demographic trends. In Estonia, the population is expected to shrink by 52 percent, in Bulgaria 36 percent, in Ukraine 35 percent, and in Russia 30 percent. In comparison with these figures, the projected population decline in Italy (22 percent), the Czech Republic (17 percent), Poland (15 percent) or Slovakia (8 percent) looks like a small decrease. France and Germany will lose relatively little population, and the population of the United Kingdom will even see a slight growth -- thanks to immigrants.

. . .

Today, children no longer represent investments; instead, they have become pets - objects of luxury consumption. However, the pet market segment is very competitive. It is characteristic that the birth rate decline in the 1980s, and especially in the 1990s, was accompanied by soaring numbers of dog-owners in cities. While in the past dog-owners were predominantly retirees, today there are many young couples that have consciously decided to have a dog instead of a baby. These are mainly young professionals who have come to a conclusion (whether right or wrong) that they lack either time or money to have a child. Thus, they invest their emotional surpluses into animals.
This too:

Still, both day-to-day experience and the media frequently suggest that the quality of life enjoyed in the United States and Europe is under threat by population growth. Sprawling suburban development is making traffic worse, driving taxes up, and reducing opportunities to enjoy nature. Televised images of developing-world famine, war, and environmental degradation prompt some to wonder, "Why do these people have so many kids?" Immigrants and other people's children wind up competing for jobs, access to health care, parking spaces, favorite fishing holes, hiking paths, and spots at the beach. No wonder that, when asked how long it will take for world population to double, nearly half of all Americans say 20 years or less.

Yet a closer look at demographic trends shows that the rate of world population growth has fallen by more than 40 percent since the late 1960s. And forecasts by the UN and other organizations show that, even in the absence of major wars or pandemics, the number of human beings on the planet could well start to decline within the lifetime of today's children. Demographers at the International Institute for Applied Systems Analysis predict that human population will peak (at 9 billion) by 2070 and then start to contract. Long before then, many nations will shrink in absolute size, and the average age of the world's citizens will shoot up dramatically. Moreover, the populations that will age fastest are in the Middle East and other underdeveloped regions. During the remainder of this century, even sub-Saharan Africa will likely grow older than Europe is today.

. . .

Some biologists now speculate that modern humans have created an environment in which the "fittest," or most successful, individuals are those who have few, if any, children. As more and more people find themselves living under urban conditions in which children no longer provide economic benefit to their parents, but rather are costly impediments to material success, people who are well adapted to this new environment will tend not to reproduce themselves. And many others who are not so successful will imitate them.

So where will the children of the future come from? The answer may be from people who are at odds with the modern environment -- either those who don't understand the new rules of the game, which make large families an economic and social liability, or those who, out of religious or chauvinistic conviction, reject the game altogether.

And to think I used to send money to these people.

(Hey, they were at Earth Day at my high school. What's an impressionable do-gooding youth to do?)

Wednesday, January 26, 2005
11:30 - These enlightened times

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San Francisco is one hell of a beautiful city. I love taking out-of-state visitors there, to walk out on the Golden Gate Bridge, look out across the sparkling bay to the gleaming skyline, to drive up the Marin headlands to where the old WWII anti-naval gun battery was and look down at the grandeur of the landscape and at the neat white grids of the residential parts of the city giving way to the sharp and dramatic spires of the downtown skyscrapers like a seismograph suddenly registering a new temblor.

However, there's a problem: I can't take visitors much closer than that. Oh, sure, we can hit places like North Beach and Fisherman's Wharf and the Castro; but drive down Market Street? Walk up to Union Square? Head down into the Mission District to see the Metreon and Moscone Center? Go over to the Civic Center for a show in the theater district? Unless you can duck from a Starbucks to a Taco Bell to another Starbucks and repeat the process all the way down the long blocks to your destination, you're going to be literally stepping over so many homeless people that you end up hating yourself for the very excess and frivolity of what you're venturing into the area to do. You feel like a plutocrat just for being able to afford a Subway without arguing with the clerk over the posted food-stamp acceptance policy.

I think it's worse in San Francisco than most places, too; one thing I noticed about New York, when I was there in October, was that as raw and crowded and under-construction and hurried as everything was, I didn't see a single panhandler from Times Square to Chinatown. The NYC subway system is missing walls and floors and looks like the skeletal remains of some steam-punk Jules Verne dystopia, but it felt way more wholesome than the space-age BART, somehow.

Chris' Australian family was just here visiting, and while they gushed over how much they loved sightseeing in San Francisco, the first observation they made, and with great shock, was how many "beggars" there were. There's no denying it. And all we could say in its defense was point out that aside from the fact that cities like San Francisco and San Diego are at least warm enough to be homeless in, the state's mental illness treatment policy has been such that everyone who's ever had debilitating drug problems or can only barely fend for himself ends up on the street. After all, you can't "institutionalize" people anymore.

All of which is by way of preamble to this post by Glenn Reynolds, whose wife made a documentary on this very subject, and who has some things to say—and some posted reader feedback in support of it—regarding the "de-institutionalization" movement. And it itself springs from this observation by Jeff Jarvis:

And the real issue isn't homelessness. It's insanity. The laws in this country make it impossible to commit and help even the obviously and often the dangerously insane.

I say that One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest is as much at fault as any politician, for it made the institution frightening and the people who run it bad guys.

Read Jarvis' whole post; his perspective is from the New York end of things, and he notes some reasons why the atmosphere there is different from here in the City by the Bay.

I'm not sure what political tradition is consistent with wanting to give a fair shake to institutional practices that probably served us better in the past than we like to let on nowadays, even ones that cost state taxpayers large amounts of money. But you know, I don't care. It isn't "compassionate" to allow people to be on the streets out of some perverse knowledge that "at least they're not being locked up", or a twisted and practiced revulsion at the idea of wanting to "clean up" downtown and make it "safe" for our bourgeois pursuits. It isn't "principled" to demand that the homeless make their own way in the world, when the vast majority of them aren't equipped to do so if they wanted to. This is not just a function of the system. It's an outlier to the system, something that the system needs to take explicitly into account when figuring out what is in our interest as a society.

I'd like to be able to walk down Market Street with friends from out of town with the same devil-may-care attitude that lets people crane their necks upward in Times Square, unconcerned with where their feet are going. This isn't because I want the helpless shuffled off to where they're out of sight, out of mind; I know that being tripped over is a lot worse than being the one doing the tripping, and just about anything has to be better. For everyone.

Monday, January 24, 2005
23:28 - [respek]

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As if there yet remained any doubt as to the coolness of Adult Swim, tonight they devoted their bumps to Johnny Carson tributes, such as this one:

Johnny Carson died.

We used to watch him when we were little.

It was hard staying up that late, but when we did, we were happy.

Even though we didn't know why.

And though we didn't know it at the time,

He shaped our lives.

Thank you & Goodnight.

Johnny Carson
[1925-2005]

And:

We're sure "The Tonight Show" will air plenty of
Johnny Carson clips this evening.

But "The Tonight Show" hasn't been "The Tonight Show" since
Johnny retired.

The REAL "Tonight Show" is "The Late Show".

Hosted by a fellow named David Letterman.

The ideas and opinions expressed in this bump complely reflect those
of [adult swim]... and you, the viewers.

No music; just silence. Very classy.

Oh, and later they plugged their Downloads page, full of wallpapers and MP3s of the theme songs from all their shows. Damn, this network rules.


15:46 - Segway II
http://www.popsci.com/popsci/generaltech/article/0,20967,710982,00.html

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Dean Kamen's at it again.

What I’m staring at on the lawn is the outcome of this process of innovation: a Segway with four wheels. Seems like a pretty natural product-line extension. Field is the first to acknowledge that the Centaur has a tremendous amount of HT DNA—the entire base, stuffed with tilt sensors and gyroscopes that allow it to balance, is an HT. But, he adds, it was hardly as simple as adding two more wheels. The steering, for example, is part mechanical, part drive-by-wire. Two sensors in the steering column calculate speed (from the throttle) and angle of turn (from the handlebar) and send the data to computers in the base. Integrating that information with readings from the tilt sensors and gyros, control boards adjust the speed of the independent rear wheel motors 100 times a second to keep the machine upright.

Who'd buy one, though? Park rangers? We all know the tremendous impact they've had in making and breaking the pic-a-nic basket and blunderbuss industries in the past...


14:07 - Beware low-flying pigs
http://www.ucomics.com/boondocks/2005/01/24/

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Do my eyes deceive me?



...Or has Aaron McGruder actually produced a sane comic strip? And one that's actually quite funny and incisive, at that?

I guess stuff like this is hard for even the Moore types of the world to ignore... or to convince themselves forever that in a battle between American values and anything, America must always be wrong.

Perhaps a sign of good things to come? I know I'm not holding my breath...

Friday, January 21, 2005
16:16 - What a difference half a century makes
http://www.doonesbury.com/strip/dailydose/index.html?uc_full_date=20050121

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Aha! So this is the new angle: World War II as the Paragon of All Honorable Wars!



Of course. Obviously. Everybody knows nothing bad ever was done by American soldiers during WWII. The Nazis were just as lawless as the Islamists; they weren't a modern society that had been hijacked by extremists that kept their people blind to their leaders' atrocities or anything. But we can rest assured that the Americans tiptoed around sleeping families of field mice on their way to taking out main battle tanks, killed no Nazi without being fired upon first, and certainly never resorted to such barbarities as depriving prisoners of sleep or telling them they were ugly and their Führer dressed them funny.

Or could it be, maybe, that back then we understood that war was a bad, dirty, ugly thing, that required many sacrifices of conscience on both sides—and that restraint, while a thing we strive for on the battlefield, is a luxury we sometimes cannot afford? Maybe the reason why we're able to think of WWII as the peak of American honorability is that the media of the time whitewashed it—a concept so horrifying to today's media that they've committed to doing the exact opposite?

Surely neither is ideal.... because fifty years hence, either is going to give us a pretty darned twisted view back over our shoulders.


09:30 - Oh... my... God...
http://www.blackfive.net/main/2005/01/vw_polo_one_in_.html

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If it isn't a spoof of some kind, or a "viral marketing" thing (like the SportKa ads), this VW Polo ad has to be high in the running for Best Ad Evar.

Yeesh! How does something like this get made? One would think it would be even harder in Europe than here to do stuff like this... but then, something tells me that the European advertising industry, and particularly the British one, sort of operates apart from the system, and the normal laws of physics don't apply to them.

Check out this campaign slyly by IKEA in England... be sure to check out the commercials. Why can't we have stuff like this?

...Well, okay, we have Jack in the Box, so I'm not complaining. Okay, yes I am, because Jack doesn't put his ads online. Damn him. Maybe only because there are so many great ones by now?

They should release a DVD.

Via JMH.

UPDATE: I'm informed by a British friend that this ad was produced under contract for VW, but was rejected (gasp!) and never broadcast.

Too bad. (I wonder if it was the same agency that did the SportKa spots.) I was all set to be forever in awe of the British advertising agency as one of those cultural treasures that must at all costs be preserved for posterity.

Thursday, January 20, 2005
18:27 - Tnurnb
http://www.midwinter.com/~koreth/chopstlcks.html

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Kris handed me this chopstick wrapper he'd picked up at lunch. I was going to scan it (Janet!), but I had the nagging feeling that I'd seen this particular piece of quintessential Engrish somewhere before...

Lo and behold, Google knows all!

(In fact, there are so many hits for scans and transcriptions of this wrapper that it must be an extremely widely-sold brand. I may, in fact, have seen it in a Bill Bryson book. But in any case, Kris' wrapper has much better typeset text, but all the misspellings are faithfully preserved—and while some of the scans show the word on the back as "thurnb", on the one I have in front of me it's clearly "tnurnb". Now that's a word that needs more widespread usage.)

I find it especially interesting in this case because it was clearly transcribed into text by someone who not only didn't know English, but whose only familiarity with the Roman alphabet consists of hunting and pecking on the keyboard for matching shapes.

Welcome to Chinese Restaurant!


17:24 - Eat some chips for freedom
http://www.ecommercetimes.com/story/news/39884.html

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So how long before they ban eating junk food in public places, indoors, or in sight of young impressionable children?

The European Union has warned the food industry it has a year to stop advertising junk food to children and improve its product labeling, or it may face legislation, the Financial Times reported in its online edition.

Markos Kyprianou, EU health and consumer affairs commissioner, told the newspaper that urgent action was needed to tackle a growing obesity problem in Europe, particularly among the young.

Kyprianou said self-regulation in the food industry was preferred, but he warned that the European commission would legislate if progress proved disappointing.

"The signs from the industry are very encouraging, very positive," Kyprianou said.

"But if this doesn't produce satisfactory results, we will proceed to legislation."

Good thing they won't be around long. Whether because of economic collapse or enraged revolution, though, remains to be seen.

Via Kris, who arrived munching on a bag of Fritos in solidarity with our European brethren so diligently forging their own chains.


15:25 - Okay, to hell with seriousness

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Is there some disease of the fictional and animated suddenly sweeping the nation?

First we have Darth Tater, which at first glance sounds like something Lucas would sue over—and at second consideration sounds like something he'd have come up with himself these days. (And at third blush one notes that apparently he did.) Via JMH.

Then, via Steven Den Beste, comes the truth behind the menacing figure that threatened the Ninja Turtles. I love it when puns make the leap to visual realization, but sometimes the pain is hardly worth it.

But those are as nothing, for—as though Abraham Lincoln and James Buchanan weren't enough—now SpongeBob is gay. And corrupting kids, to boot! No doubt children will soon be mimicking this along with all his other degenerate ways, such as floundering about at the bottom of the ocean.

Maybe people just hate what they don't understand... like SpongeBob.

Monday, January 17, 2005
13:18 - I call it the Happy Helmet
http://www.city-journal.org/html/14_4_oh_to_be.html

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There's an ad for the newly-running show on Spike TV, "Untold: The Greatest Sports Stories Never Told", that features Terry Bradshaw standing in what looks like a gymnasium-sized courtroom, or at least some venue where he's holding forth to a large assembled group; he spreads his arms expansively and strides about, chin jutting, and demands of the unseen crowd: "I thought this was supposed to be so great. How come I'm not happy?"

All I could do, watching this little excerpt and not even knowing what context it was from, was curl my lip in disgust. What, it's MY responsibility to make you happy? To bring about the fulfillment you expected out of sports retirement? It's YOUR job to be happy, bucko. Maybe you should learn from people who are somehow happy WITHOUT being big sports heroes on prime-time TV, huh?

This has been sitting in my brain and bugging me for a while. What does it say about our society, to have such expectations of an entitlement to happiness—rather than to its pursuit? Is this just Bradshaw's own personality (every time I've ever seen him in an interview, it's shown him invoking some self-aggrandizing anecdote or other)? I've never watched the show he appeared in, so I don't know what the context was; but could this just be a microcosmic illustration of how we've come to view life—as a series of prizes to be won, or more accurately, to be awarded us?

Theodore Dalrymple, author of the now-famous "Barbarians at the Gates" article and many others along similar lines, now has a critique of the British welfare state that tackles this very point:

A single case can be illuminating, especially when it is statistically banal—in other words, not at all exceptional. Yesterday, for example, a 21-year-old woman consulted me, claiming to be depressed. She had swallowed an overdose of her antidepressants and then called an ambulance.

There is something to be said here about the word "depression," which has almost entirely eliminated the word and even the concept of unhappiness from modern life. Of the thousands of patients I have seen, only two or three have ever claimed to be unhappy: all the rest have said that they were depressed. This semantic shift is deeply significant, for it implies that dissatisfaction with life is itself pathological, a medical condition, which it is the responsibility of the doctor to alleviate by medical means. Everyone has a right to health; depression is unhealthy; therefore everyone has a right to be happy (the opposite of being depressed). This idea in turn implies that one's state of mind, or one's mood, is or should be independent of the way that one lives one's life, a belief that must deprive human existence of all meaning, radically disconnecting reward from conduct.

A ridiculous pas de deux between doctor and patient ensues: the patient pretends to be ill, and the doctor pretends to cure him. In the process, the patient is willfully blinded to the conduct that inevitably causes his misery in the first place. I have therefore come to see that one of the most important tasks of the doctor today is the disavowal of his own power and responsibility. The patient's notion that he is ill stands in the way of his understanding of the situation, without which moral change cannot take place. The doctor who pretends to treat is an obstacle to this change, blinding rather than enlightening.

I've known an awful lot of people who describe themselves as "depressed", but—as in the article—precious few who would call themselves "unhappy". When one is depressed, I guess, it's a case of being acted on by an external depressing force, not a state of mind arising from within; whatever that external force is, it has to be removed or exorcised, so one's rightful happiness can be restored, and life can be "so great" after all.

Of course this implies a "right" to good mental and physical health, and thus raises universal health care to the level of a "civil right" that must be guaranteed by the state. But Dalrymple's piece is a critique of this very mental path, the seductive call of what seems at the time to be the Right Thing, the way of overt compassion and mercy and pity made policy, which in the long run merely creates more of the same original problem while trying to treat the superficial symptoms that appear at any given time.

It's also about evil. He believes in it. The evidence, admittedly, is pretty overwhelming; but what's alarming isn't so much its continuing existence, but its existence in a world that is so determined to deny any knowledge of it. That kind of thing never ends well.

UPDATE: On the other hand, this fisking by Tim Blair of a D.C. columnist wandering in bewilderment through Red-State America and hearing the impossibly sensible warm tales of life in the land of responsibility—and concluding, of course, that such a thing can only exist in association with intense racism and bigotry—is worth reading too. I sure hope that this reassurance that the journalist musingly gives himself makes his city life seem less, well, unhappy.

Monday, January 10, 2005
21:10 - The damnedest things make us stupid these days

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So apparently, judging by Presidential write-in nominee Jon Stewart's searing sarcasm on the Daily Show bumps on Comedy Central, the latest thing we get to make fun of Bush for is that he's trying to fund programs that promote, of all things, abstinence as a way to curb sexual disease and pregnancy among high school kids. "President Bush has got a real hard-on for abstinence..." The idiot.

Now, I don't normally think of myself as one of those guys who grew up too fast, or has become prematurely aged in mind and body. But when, precisely, did it become a bad thing, worthy of jeers, to suggest that maybe we should encourage kids not to have sex? When did that become such an unreasonable, paleontological suggestion?

From the tone of the discourse, it's starting to sound as though the moral high ground is claimed by those who promote promiscuity with protection, followed by those who promote plain old promiscuity... then, and only then, does the dreaded "A" word start to become grudgingly acceptable as an admissible alternative. Why, these statistics right here say that 64% of all high school seniors have had sex... if your kid hasn't, by golly, encourage him! Is that the message I'm supposed to get? Because that's what I'm hearing.

Why do I get the feeling that the only reason people are acting like this, in any case, is that it's another way to gleefully oppose that old crusty authoritarian Bush? It's like, all he'd have to do if he wanted to lower crime would be to go on TV and ask people to commit more crimes. People would do the opposite just out of spite.

Friday, January 7, 2005
12:50 - Eso es como es en el Norte
http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/americas/01/05/migration.comic.ap/index.html

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Wow. Is this The Onion or something?

I guess the argument in favor of this would go something like, "Well, they're going to do it anyway, so we might as well make it as safe as possible."

Which has its merits. But... I mean, come on.

Wednesday, January 5, 2005
15:34 - Free Mansion
http://news.scotsman.com/topics.cfm?tid=609&id=7792005

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Who wants to help Steve Jobs move his mansion? Whoever does gets it for free.

THE billionaire co-founder of the computer giant Apple is offering one of his homes for free to anyone who can afford to dismantle the 35-room mansion and remove it from his San Francisco estate.

When Steve Jobs bought the sprawling house two decades ago, he planned to tear down the building he describes as "an abomination" and to redevelop the land, but he had not reckoned on the strength of feeling among conservationists, who lobbied to save the 17,000sq ft red tile and stucco mansion, arguing it should be protected as a listed building.

The computer mogul finally struck a deal with planning officials, who ruled he could demolish the building, but only if he first tried to entice someone to relocate it.

. . .

Of the house’s original owner, Mr Jobs said: "He was a very wealthy man. Unfortunately, he didn’t have very good taste."

Pictures are here. As is so often the case with Jobs and taste, he has a point.

What're you waiting for?


11:39 - I'm gonna be over here
http://www.deanesmay.com/posts/1104937424.shtml

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Dean Esmay has hurled himself bodily into a massive and academically rigorous attempt to publicize and reinvigorate a skeptical debate over the causal link between HIV and AIDS.

He's about nine long, long posts into it, involving detailed historical documentation, interviews with scientists in the field who have been excommunicated and then returned to honor over their dissenting views, lots of hard and interesting questions, and tons of bibliographic reference. (He's helpfully using a "Related Posts" tracking system now, which is ideal for this kind of thing.) Also the commenters are adding a lot to the discussion.

I have no idea what to think about the whole thing, other than that this is one brave guy. It'll be fascinating to see where it all leads.

Tuesday, January 4, 2005
13:18 - But who's counting?
http://www.techcentralstation.com/010405G.html

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Country-by-country breakdown of per-capita donations through Amazon.

Pretty devastating. I don't care, personally; it'd be nice if we could put aside such pettiness. But if people are still interested in saying Americans are stingy or greedy or selfish and it's all because of our low taxes and not having socialism, they can cram it.

Monday, January 3, 2005
11:40 - UNhelpful
http://diplomadic.blogspot.com/2005/01/almost-funnny.html

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Oil-For-Food, Congolese child porn, and now this? Why does anybody persist in thinking the UN needs—nay, deserves—any more of our money or valuable New York real estate?

More on "The UNcredibles": WFP (World Food Program) has "arrived" in the capital with an "assessment and coordination team." The following is no joke; no Diplomad attempt to be funny or clever: The team has spent the day and will likely spend a few more setting up their "coordination and opcenter" at a local five-star hotel. And their number one concern, even before phones, fax and copy machines? Arranging for the hotel to provide 24hr catering service. USAID folks already are cracking jokes about "The UN Sheraton." Meanwhile, our military and civilians, working with the super Aussies, continue to keep the C-130 air bridge of supplies flowing and the choppers flying, and keep on saving lives -- and without 24hr catering services from any five-star hotel . . . . The contrast grows more stark every minute.

And this after the UN's trying to take credit for relief efforts primarily undertaken by US and Australian outfits:

I provided this to some USAID colleagues working in Indonesia and their heads nearly exploded. The first paragraph is quite simply a lie. The UN is taking credit for things that hard-working, street savvy USAID folks have done. It was USAID working with their amazing network of local contacts who scrounged up trucks, drivers, and fuel; organized the convoy and sent it off to deliver critical supplies. A UN “air-freight handling centre” in Aceh? Bull! It's the Aussies and the Yanks who are running the air ops into Aceh. We have people working and sleeping on the tarmac in Aceh, surrounded by bugs, mud, stench and death, who every day bring in the US and Aussie C-130s and the US choppers; unload, load, send them off. We have no fancy aid workers' retreat -- notice the priorities of the UN? People are dying and what's the first thing the UN wants to do? Set up "a camp for relief workers" one that would be "fully self-contained, with kitchen, food, lodging, everything."

The UN is a sham.

When the chips are down, you can sure count on them to show their true colors, it seems. Even if it turns out we need an organization like the UN in the world today, the current one is beyond repair and ought to face the wrecking ball, even if just for punitive reasons. It'd improve the architecture of the 42nd Street area considerably.

Via Tim Blair, who I'm just going to link at the top level because his coverage of the tsunami aftermath is ongoing and probably the best around.


11:19 - Peace statues
http://www.frontpagemag.com/Articles/ReadArticle.asp?ID=16513

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Iraqi voices seem to be the only ones I feel have a hope of getting across to some of my correspondents a defense of the war. Anyone else, especially American writers well-known for their views, gets dismissed out of hand. Of course, there's also the risk that Iraqis like Naseer Flayih Hassan (who wrote this article for FrontPage Magazine) will be dismissed equally quickly as "stooges" or "dupes"; but at least there are a lot of them, and they might wear people down after a while.

After those, and many other, experiences, we finally comprehended how little we had in common with these “peace activists” who constantly decried American crimes, and hated to listen to us talk about the terrible long nightmare that ended with the collapse of the regime.  We came to understand how these “humanitarians” experienced a sort of pleasure when terrorists or former remnants of the regime created destruction in Iraq—just so they could feel that they were right, and the Americans wrong! 

Worse, we realized it was hopeless to make them grasp our feelings.  We believed—and still believe--that America’s removal of the regime opened a new way for democracy.  At the same time, we have no illusions that the U.S. came to Iraq on a white horse to save our people.  We understand this war is all about national interests, and that America’s interests are mainly about defeating terrorism.  At this moment, though, U.S. interests are doing more to bring about democracy and freedom in Iraq than, say, the policies of France and Russia—countries which also care little for the Iraqi people and, worse, did their best to save Saddam from destruction until the last moment. 

It’s worth noting, as well, that the general attitude of peace activists I met was tension and anger.  They were impossible to reason with.  This was because, on one hand, the sometimes considerable risks they took to oppose the war made them unable to accept the fact that their cause was not as noble as they believed.  Then, too, their dogmatic anti-American attitudes naturally drew them to guides, translators, drivers and Iraqi acquaintances who were themselves supporters of the regime. These Iraqis, in turn, affected the peace activists until they came to share almost the same judgments and opinions as the terrorists and defenders of Saddam.

Also don't miss this one, from more than a year ago, which goes into much greater detail and is harder still to ignore. Not that some people won't try.

Via Power Line.

Friday, December 31, 2004
10:55 - So "Eco" means "it smells"?
http://edition.cnn.com/2004/TECH/12/27/explorers.ecobot/index.html

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My, my: the march of progress.

The EcoBot II uses human sewage as bait to catch the insects. It then digests the flies, before their exoskeletons are turned into electricity, which enables the robot to function.

Bacteria in the sewage eats the flies' soft tissues, which releases enzymes that break down the hardened shell.

Sugar molecules released from the broken-down shell are then absorbed and used as energy by the bacteria.

"The robot then has the energy to carry out some example tasks which in this case include moving towards light, measuring temperature. It has a temperature sensor. It could be anything, but we have chosen temperature," Melhuish said.

"Then it transmits that temperature information over a radio link to a base station a couple of meters away and it does that all using the energy from insect or plant material."

It's a filthy-hippie-bot!

(Via JMH.)


10:46 - Grunka lunka dunkity darmedguards
http://movies.yahoo.com/movies/feature/charlieandthechocolatefactory.html

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I must admit I'm looking forward to this: Tim Burton's Willy Wonka remake. The trailer certainly seems to have captured a certain unsettling intrigue about the characters and the setting, which is all to the good, I think.

I don't know whether I'm alone on Earth in this or what, but I was never very keen on the 1971 version. It just seemed so very sad and lifeless. Gene Wilder floated around the stage reciting bored lyrics to lugubrious songs, and nobody exhibited a sense of urgency throughout the entire thing. Now, I remember the book—it was frenetic. Wonka was a hyperactive, bouncing-off-the-walls freak, and nobody could tell whether he was in possession of his marbles or even human; one was constantly wondering what he'd do next, which is precisely the feeling one gets from that unhinged-looking grin that Johnny Depp gives in the trailer. And in the book, I could have sworn that the frickin' Oompa-Loompas didn't sing (though Nathan S. writes to assure me that they did—just not so 70s-ily).

I've always thought Tim Burton was a perfect match for adapting Roald Dahl books. His inherent sense of darkness is precisely what you need in order to tell these kinds of stories properly, not lots of primary colors and Munchkin-land sets. One of my favorite Dahl adaptations, Matilda, isn't done by Burton—but it might as well have been, for all the innovative camera angles, super-busy set pieces, and over-the-top character portrayals that outpace any of the Harry Potter castings. (Actually it's directed by Danny DeVito, and I thought he did a marvelous job.) It always felt like a Burton movie to me; silly as it sounds, I saw it in the theater (on an inspired whim) with a bunch of twentysomething hipsters—and kid's movie though it might seem, we all loved it. Discussing it in the parking lot afterwards, we all agreed that it was dark and distressing, yet thoroughly satisfying in texture and conclusion—exactly the kind of thing Burton had apparently forgotten how to do by then, and something we all hoped to see more of. Or maybe the other guys were just high; I don't know. Either way.

It's interesting to see that Tim Burton and Danny Elfman seemingly parted ways in recent years; but they're back together on CatCF, which does my heart good to see. This is a combination that looks great on paper. But a lot of things do, of course: it remains to be seen how it'll look up on film. I've got high hopes, though.

Thursday, December 30, 2004
16:59 - Not many perspectives like this one

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Aziz pointed out this rather remarkable blogger—a female Czech/Iraqi software developer, a Bush supporter, Iraq war supporter, and person with a lot of very unique perspectives on a lot of issues. This article on software design is a perfect case in point—I wonder how many software people feel pangs of guilt and regret over having been part of the revolution that has plagued the Earth with the fruits of their frontal lobes, causing such mental weariness and consternation to otherwise perfectly intelligent members of society who simply can't intuitively grok the vagaries of Internet acronyms and confusing dialog boxes.

Very interesting writing. I may have to spend some time here.


16:22 - On generosity and stinginess

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Regarding the tsunamis and the relief effort I don't have a lot to say. Well, no, that's not true. There's plenty I could say, but I think I'd be happier with myself if I abstained. It'd certainly make for a more pleasant experience looking back on this period from six months in the future.

What I mean is this: there's an awful lot of temptation out there to treat the quake/tsunami disaster as an opportunity to "prove", through innumerable little acts of one-upmanship, that so-and-so is more generous with his largesse than such-and-who else. With the Amazon.com/Red Cross donation box having taken in over $6 million all by itself (and the numbers are still climbing), and with dozens of other charitable organizations collecting money, it's easy to use that to demonstrate how great the charitable spirit of the private American citizen is as opposed to what the governments of other countries—or even our own—has pledged. Similarly, one could point out that Microsoft has nothing on its home page to correspond to what Apple has posted in light of the occasion, for all the good that would do. (UPDATE: Now they do.) Personally? I don't think it accomplishes much. It only serves to turn this whole thing into a less-stingy-than-thou game, which is a really awful thing to be doing right about now.

There are those who will smirk at the fact that the initial US Government donation was about $15 million, followed by that UN official's remark that (depending on whose side of the story you believe) "prompted" us to raise the offer to $35 million, as though the amount we're willing to donate depends only on how much green we have to feed into the little slot machine to get little dings of approval from the nodding heads lined up in the General Assembly. The sainted WaPo has weighed in on the nerve of President Bush to be vacationing at this time of year, instead of personally ripping off his suit coat and Santa hat and wading into the surf to save drowning victims. MoveOn.org has already sent out e-mails to its members urging them to write to Bush to express their outrage at his uncaringness and pigheadedness, helpfully pointing out that we're burning through $35 million a day in Iraq. (Surely we could just, I don't know, put all our soldiers in a big icebox to keep them out of trouble for 24 hours, and give the money to the Red Cross instead? Then, hey, Iraq would have peace for a day!) And it's easy to point out outrages and shameful cover-ups and criminal pettiness on the part of the usual suspects. But you know what? This is like watching the live coverage of the events of September 11th, seeing the headlines crawl across the bottom of the screen, and mumbling to yourself about what you might like to have for lunch.

Is it too much to imagine, for instance, that the US and other countries have contributed increasing amounts of aid because it wasn't so very many hours ago that we thought the tsunamis had killed only ("only") ten thousand people? The understanding of the scale of this event has rolled over us with as much deliberate and smothering weight as the waves themselves did on those beaches—and it's taken a while for it to sink in. It's going to get worse still as "missing" figures continue to be added to the casualties. There is no human shame in becoming slowly, painfully more aware of how big a thing this is and how much we ought to contribute. This isn't about thinking of ourselves as emotional whores whose sympathies can be bought with a sufficiently high body count. This is about the slow realization of something that's going to be affecting all of us, and an opportunity to put aside the temptation to compete and backbite, and see what we can do to fix the problem—or at least mitigate it a bit.

If there's anything I've come to appreciate in recent years, it's that the decisions that are made in this world, all the way on up to the top of our highest institutions, are made by human beings, with the same mental chemistry and human motivations and provincial family concerns and stubbly chins and lack of sleep and worries about the very real future that every one of us has. The people who came up with the $35 million figure are better qualified to account for it and how they arrived at it than any of the pundits who style themselves experts in everything they ever read a headline about, and this is one of those times when the speed of decisions matters. There will be ample time to criticize our respective collective generosities and measure everyone's charity dicks against each other in the future, so let's wait until then. Better yet, let's not do it at all.

UPDATE: Oh, and incidentally, the Evil Corporations have all just joined the party. KCBS just rattled off a list of names including Pfizer, the Citi Group, the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, Coca-Cola, Johnson & Johnson, Bristol-Meyers-Squibb, and about ten others, each of whom was donating $3 to $10 million. That just about leaves any government's pledge in the dust, and makes even the Amazon.com thing seem like small change.

For what it's worth.

UPDATE: Here's the list. And Tim Blair has a roundup of contributions and fundraising efforts from all over the world, including the latest news and anecdotal stories of heroism.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004
15:27 - Worth watching
http://jlgolson.blogspot.com/2004/12/tsunami-video.html

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Jordan Golson has collected some home videos taken by vacationers at spots where the tsunamis hit. They're worth watching, especially the Norwegian one—it's hard to imagine, otherwise, just how slow and menacing this kind of thing is to experience. The water just keeps coming.

Amazon.com is collecting donations, as noted elsewhere (but it can't hurt to spread the word farther).

UPDATE: It's become quite an illustrative phenomenon too. Seriously—I don't wanna hear anyone argue, in the face of this phenomenon, that a country that tries to keep taxes low promotes greed and stinginess among its citizens.


14:31 - Today in Bizarro World

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So now that the Washington Post has reported a Bush increase in Pell Grant funding as a decrease, and apparently still thinks the Rather Memos were genuine and the innocent casualties of a bunch of untrained dung-throwing lowlifes...

...Do you suppose they'll report this story as proof of the intolerance and bigotry of America, and fail to mention that it was a fraud?

Hell, what have they got to lose? It's not like people wouldn't believe them.

Just those stupid blogs.


12:50 - From the Mouths of Babes Redux
http://www.1up.com/do/feature?pager.offset=0&cId=3137498

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It's back! Phase II of the infamous "Child's Play" article, where today's kids (with all their modern ideas... and products!) are plunked down in front of beloved classic video games, and their off-the-cuff reactions are recorded for posterity.

Bobby: This is like Pong. Everybody thought it was amazing and good, but now we're just thinking, "Oh, it's only a good loading screen for Test Drive."

Dillon: And to think 20 years from now, people are going to think, "Oh, you're playing [GameCube Zelda game] Wind Waker? That's boring."

EGM: What will you say when your kids say Wind Waker looks boring?

Parker: Get out of my house. You're out of my will.

Priceless.

Monday, December 27, 2004
09:02 - I didn't know he wrote comedy
http://www.inlyrics.com/lyrics/J/John%20Mellencamp/154880.html

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I really should know this by now. But seriously: What kind of circumstances are they that can lead a person to look at these lyrics (to John Mellencamp's rewrite of the traditional folk song "To Washington") and have any reaction rise to his lips other than "You moron"?

Friday, December 24, 2004
10:51 - Anyway

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I'm hitting the road in a few minutes. Merry Christmas, one and all.

Especially that guy who bought me the sandwich yesterday.


10:48 - Let's at least pretend we're grown-ups

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The more I see of the what-we're-like-when-we-think-nobody's-looking rhetoric of so many of the most objectionable on the Left, including those in positions of power, the more I think their problem is simply an inability—or unwillingness—to converse in adult terms. They don't want to mature. They don't want to have to hold themselves to the conversational standards of their parents, who inexplicably told them that there are some things you don't joke about.

Like Daily Kos, the biggest and most widely-read Left-leaning blog EVAR, whose opinions are read and absorbed daily by every bit as many people who read Glenn Reynolds or Lileks—who said:

But what makes me angry was Kerry and his gang's inability to take advantage of the situation. I may regret saying this later, but fuck it -- they should be lined up and shot. There's no reason they should've lost to this joker.

Heh. I guess he does support capital punishment... just not for any "crime" other than incompetence.

At least he recognizes that this kind of language might come back to haunt him; that shows uncommon self-awareness for someone in his position, I guess, but it's still not enough to have made him choose words better befitting someone claiming to be a political analyst. (I'm also suspicious that his worry about regretting it later might just be that "someone might notice and make a big deal of it", rather than "I might come to think better of having chosen these words, after my head has cooled".) But you know, I recognize this kind of rhetoric, this casual suggestion that people we don't like, people we oppose, or even people who simply disappoint us should be "drug out into the street and shot". I used it myself, routinely, back in high school.

I mean, why not? Even Garfield used language like that from time to time, so what could be wrong with it? (Heh—I wonder whether Jim Davis or his factory full of Swedish cartooning elves ever weighed in on the election. No need to ask on which side, of course. He's a cartoonist.)

There comes a time when, after you've spent some effort pondering the very real ramifications of things like individual liberty and suppression of dissent and the respect due the office of the President, that you begin to take to heart the idea that you shouldn't joke about things like assassinating the President or massacring people with opposing opinions. It just stops being funny. I've noted for a long time that I can't seem to find simple silly jokes funny anymore; if a comedian's routine is political in nature and misleading or wrongheaded, I want to argue with him rather than laugh at him. This isn't a fun situation, but somehow it's a bit of a consolation thinking that at least a majority of Americans seem willing to vote on the basis of their serious-minded consciences rather than on what seems to tickle their viscera on Comedy Central, or appeal to their latent violent, tribal, or totalitarian urges.

I recall this exchange with a friend from England, who has over time indicated that he seems prone to suggest that anything he doesn't like should be "banned". Cinnamon toothpaste: banned. Reality TV shows: banned. Squeaky pop music: banned. I can't recall the exact items whose expurgation from the market he called for; these are just examples of their nature. But small wonder that his impression of life in American society seems to be that we avoid using French words here because Bush banned them. I can't even tell how tongue-in-cheek he was being, but even still: what kind of mind is it that slips so casually into that kind of language? I know he's a smart, well-reasoned guy (especially if, for some reason, he's reading this); but doesn't this kind of conversational tic say something profound about the underlying thought processes?

I know not everyone is this glib, and many more deserve far more serious engagement in discussion of the issues of our day. But it's rapidly approaching the point where I'm going to have to trust to the inherent maturity of reasoning adults in this country to ignore the ravings of people like Kos, so that I can as well.

UPDATE: Dean Esmay unloads in a similar vein.

UPDATE: I guess I should also note that my erstwhile Correspondent, dialogue with whom I've chronicled here from time to time (the "massacring people" link above), mentioned as proof of the Hitlerian evil of the Bush administration that at one time he and his friends were questioned by the Secret Service after a Web forum discussion in which they voiced their hope that Bush should get a fatal disease and die. (He was sketchy on details; the fact that he's alternately described them as the "Secret Service" and the "CIA" at different times makes me wonder exactly what happend and how much he's simply hoping to make hay from a relatively painless ordeal.)

I had to point out to him that the Secret Service doesn't have a sense of humor about things like that and never has. Back when I was working at my local ISP in 1996, stories circulated about (for example) a 12-year-old kid who sent a prank e-mail to president@whitehouse.gov, only to end up with the Secret Service shadowing his family's house for the next two weeks. As I said to him, You made threats against the President in a public forum, and you're surprised that the Secret Service got on your case?

Some people just don't think twice about whether their actions might have consequences... and when given a reminder that they live in the real world, where there are rules about civil discourse, suddenly it's a Gestapo sighting.

That's why I have a hard time getting into these discussions anymore unless I've established to my satisfaction that the person is willing to be mature and thoughtful about expressing their side, not merely bleating about Halliburton and Karl Rove, or reciting Michael Moore factoids and mangled Ann Coulter quotes and then standing their smirking with their arms folded, firm in their conviction of rightness.

UPDATE: The Armchair Philosopher wrote along these lines a couple of weeks ago:

The idea that I’ve been playing with is that many of my Left-leaning/pacifist/social-justice friends see most social interactions primarily in terms of power, coercion, and exploitation. The basis for this idea is that these folks often use coercion metaphors to describe individual and collective social situations that many other perspectives regard as quite benign. What got me thinking was a friend’s comment that this blog’s lack of a comment feature “forced” her to do something she didn’t really want to do: respond to one of my posts on her blog (which is not argument-oriented) rather than in a comment. Now, I’m sure that my friend was joking — but even so, the metaphor stood out to me. It would never occur to me to even joke about my comments policy “forcing” anyone to do anything — I think about my feedback policy primarily in economic metaphors, not power metaphors.

Excellent observations here, including illustrations of the labor-theory versus the free-market philosophies, in terms that are hard to argue. (Mountain Dew should figure in all theorems.)

Undiscussed is the side of the coin that describes actual violent events—the two sides in the illustration continue to use different vocabularies to describe war. We talk about Iraq as being about "liberation", the "removal" of Saddam, the march of "freedom" and "democracy"—idealistic and sanitized words that can obscure the very real horrors of the battlefield. But the Left, in protesting it, goes beyond the obvious war vocabulary into metaphors such as "rape" and "stealing [oil]" and "Crusades"—religious, criminological, and sexual metaphors intended to make war out even worse than it is, by ascribing it the same kinds of anthromorphized malevolence as Steinbeck did in describing the overcultivation of the parched land in The Grapes of Wrath.

If there's a unifying theme here, it might be that whereas the one side sees the world as a collection of systems—self-sustaining, self-healing, occasionally klunky or kludgey but usually elegant systems—the other side thrives on personifying all acts as macrocosms of human behavior, with all the faults of the individual human projected onto our institutions and humanity as a whole.

I guess both views are necessary. Otherwise we might, I don't know, kick over our country's pillars and rape the foundations on our way to the troughs of the corporate luncheon where we feast upon the carcasses of the workers of the world and plot the kidnapping of innocent youths to send as fresh blood to lubricate our war machine.

UPDATE: Hmm. Do you suppose there's something to this idea, that conservatives see the world as being comprised of "systems" that are beyond human construction—either by divine design, or by natural law—and that liberals, i.e. "humanists", see the world as being comprised of human constructs, and thus is subject at a macroscopic level to all the weaknesses of the human mind?

Twalk amongst yourselves!

Thursday, December 23, 2004
12:39 - Goodwill toward lunch

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Well, that was a "blog moment" if there ever was one.

Kris and I were getting sandwiches at Togo's. As the sandwich maker was putting together mine on the back counter, warming up the pastrami, another employee asked for the sandwich type, as usual, and rung it up—but mistakenly tallied it as part of the guy's order who was standing next to me. After a couple of minutes of standing there with my $5 bill out, waiting to pay, I noticed that nothing was happening with my order—and the guy next to me looked up from his receipt, startled. "Did I just pay for yours?"

I shrugged cluelessly, then held up my money. "Okay, how much was yours?" But he waved it off with a broad grin. "Merry Christmas!"

Smiles and chortles and embarrassed noises of thanks all around. He repeated the sentiment with a slap on the back as he exited, having dumped a generous tip in the little bucket on the counter.

At least some people know how to spread the kind of holiday cheer that lasts all day.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004
02:40 - Nobody's right when everybody's wrong

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Just for the record, I wanted to note something about this guy who took issue with various people's noticing that for some reason or other, you can walk through an entire mall this Shopping Season and not see any mention of the big dread C-word. He says:

This thin-skinned grievance-collecting gives birth to all sorts of urban legends and rumors about big institutions being hostile to Christ's birthday, such as the one that swirled on WOR radio last week about how Macy's employees had been instructed not to say "Merry Christmas!" to shoppers. A fiction that was put to rest when the host hit Macy's website and saw its "Merry Christmas" greeting, and Macy's employees chimed in over the phones to say there was no such policy.

Well, if that's true, then Macy's has changed its mind. When I posted about it two weeks ago, it was right after hearing a top-of-the-hour news report on KCBS in which Macy's cutting its traditional greeting from its trade dress was the central thesis. "Macy's, long-time host of the big Christmas parade, has decided it's going to be the Grinch that steals Christmas this year!" the anchorwoman burbled. This wasn't some unsourced rumor or misunderstanding on my part; the news story was all about Macy's decision. It's not as though CBS has ever been known to get a story wrong or anything, of course... but this one even featured a lengthy sound bite from the Macy's PR spokeswoman saying something to the effect of: "We don't intend to take away from the spirit of the season in any way; we just feel that saying ''Happy Holidays' or 'Season's Greetings' is a much better way to celebrate the holidays in an all-inclusive way."

If Macy's has changed its position in the time since 12/8, that's fine—but it doesn't make Mr. Wolcott "right" or the rest of us "wrong". I heard them report what they reported. Also, I don't see the word "Christmas" on Macy's website, except after the word after and before the word prices; maybe they've changed that too, after changing it once already in concert with the original KCBS-reported decision. I don't know. All I know is that this Woolcott guy has either failed to do his homework and gone all pompous on "Lilek's" ass anyway, or we're all the victims of a very elaborate and cruel practical joke by Macy's and the WOR/KCBS Axis of Prankdom. I hope it's needless to say which I find more plausible.


11:29 - Things you never knew you never knew
http://www.robinsloan.com/epic/

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Well, I guess this little item is thought-provoking, if nothing else. Nicely put together. Well conceived. I'm just not sure it actually says anything, though.

The premise being that a combination of Google, Amazon.com, blogs, and "social networks" like Friendster will join forces in the very near future to drive both traditional software makers (e.g. Microsoft) and, more importantly, the "fourth estate" of the major media, out of business. The New York Times, by the year 2014, is supposed to go offline in protest against Google-ified bot-generated news and become a newsletter for "the elite and the elderly". And EPIC, a collaborative reporting medium and collective consciousness driven by billions of people with blogs and cellphones and vast automated filter-bots, will rule all.

As a piece of speculative "future history", it's an interesting little mental jaunt—but not a very visionary one, I'm afraid. It's a good synthesis of events up till the present day, but then it sort of loses its footing and starts casting about in surprising directions. Googlezon? For all its purported heaviness, it doesn't seem to really have a good understanding of what ingredients make up the modern Internet, and what trends are showing themselves to be the things that will shape our lives in years to come.

The piece identifies blogs as a revolutionary tool giving voice to people as content creators rather than consumers, all right—that's all well and good. But then it shoves that aside in favor of automated filtering networks like Google News and Microsoft's Newsbot, which are "edited solely by computers", to the chagrin of the human-owned media. Apparently, we're supposed to be clambering on board the emotionless filtered news-clipping feeds of Google and Microsoft and bailing out of the traditional media outlets, both global and local, and why? Because, evidently, coupled with social networks like Friendster, all news can be tailored to us individually by computers that know our search histories, personal details, buying habits, and friends' vital statistics.

An interesting idea. But I see no evidence that it's happening. Didn't Friendster go out of business or something? I certainly don't hear many people talk about it anymore, except to make fun of it—that and Orkut. Remember Orkut? Me neither. And who actually reads Google News, for any reason other than to castigate its nonhuman editors for including "news sources" like Democratic Underground? I've never even heard of Newsbot.

Here's a dirty little secret about news organizations that the author of this piece doesn't seem to grasp: People like bias. They may not say so, but they do. Why do you think even the most non-editorialized of coverage of news stories always includes on-the-spot quotations from passersby or people involved in the situation? It's so the news story can tell the reader how to feel about it, without being explicitly editorial. These people feel this way about this fire or that murder or the other political maneuver. The reader doesn't think in these terms, but when he reads the quoted feelings of people on the ground, he thinks, "Okay, so I'll feel that way about these cold facts too"—or, less frequently but just as importantly, "I don't agree with how this quoted person feels, so I'll develop a strong opinion about this matter." This isn't a matter of agenda, it's a critical background of context that must be had—otherwise how do we interpret a column of numbers? Without knowing how people are reacting to a development, we as humans don't know how we should react ourselves. This isn't a failing, it's part of who we are. Why do you think people read blogs? It's because we crave to have our news reported with a ready-made layer of analysis and opinion, so we know how to feel about it. We construct elaborate filters made up of the bloggers and commentators whose worldviews we find compelling, and while I hesitate to say we're all dittoheads (I don't think we are), we engage ourselves in a news story by catching that first whiff of either enthusiasm or annoyance in the voice of whoever's reporting it, and tailor our expectations accordingly. It's how we're constructed to operate. We humans are tribal in nature; we seek out tribes to ally with. Not one of us can exist without ideological compatriots; we'd go mad. Suppose a person were raised in a Skinner box with nothing but totally unbiased news reports fed to him for a period of years. Can you imagine what kind of politics such a person might develop? He'd be all over the map. He'd develop all kinds of wild theories. Without other like-minded people to bounce ideas off of, and to point out perspectives he hasn't thought of and historical examples of why certain things don't work, you'd end up with an anarchist-Marxist, or a Hitlerian environmentalist, or a free-market absolutist who wants to kill everyone not fluent in Ancient Greek. No moral compass, no historical perspective, no personal investment, no global or local familiarity by which to tailor one's opinions. And why do we follow the news if not to form opinions?

Eric Hoffer, according to a piece of fortuitous spam I just received, said that "When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other." (Is that a testimonial for the bright future of spam as a consciousness-elevating infrastructure?)

This EPIC story overstates people's willingness to put up with news as an interactive medium. Most people aren't as engaged in current events as bloggers or news junkies are. They want to know whether the world has exploded, and then go back to their lives. Google and Amazon and Friendster and such systems might change that a little, but from what we've seen thus far, they're not going to change the basic nature of humanity. And in painting a picture of a future where humanity is so engaged in the news that the news' very humanity is lost, this piece loses its handle on the very reason why we're keeping track of this stuff in the first place: to be personally and actively involved, not to entrust our consciousness to automated filters tuned to our personal preferences. It's nice when a store suggests something we might like, but if we filter out everything we don't know we like, we'll never find it.

The magic of the Internet is discovering things you never knew existed. That's going to continue to override any impulses that would create a system like this EPIC, whose purpose—whether designed that way or not—seems to be to make sure nobody ever stumbles upon something they don't like or weren't expecting. Clearly EPIC isn't presented as "utopia", but its dystopia is founded on entirely the wrong idea. In the filtered future, we won't be wrestling with trivia and erroneous information; we'll be coddled by an environment that shields us from hearing anything we don't like, which will rob us of even the desire to be content creators in the first place.

UPDATE: Lileks says this:

In a sense, blogging is so 2004. The next big thing will be videoblogs. You can fit a rudimentary TV studio in a suitcase -- a laptop, a camcorder, a few cables, and a nearby Starbucks with Wi-Fi you can leech onto to upload your reports. This too will be good. One hundred thousand pairs of eyes looking high and low, versus CBS' staring monocular orb. We'll all turn to the nets to see what they think we should think. And then we'll hit the blogs for the rest of the story.

Hmm. I keep hearing the big guys confidently predicting the rise of the videoblog; but I'm not so sure, frankly. Looking at it from a user-interface standpoint, what's the benefit of video over text? You get pictures and sound and a much richer view of what you're looking at. But what are the intractable downsides? You have to direct and edit video, for one—a badly edited video is way harder to watch than a clunky, confused essay like mine above. Text is just naturally much easier to digest, too, than even the best-edited video. If your mind wanders and you miss a sentence of what someone says in video, it's a pain to go grab the scroll knob and roll it back an indeterminate few seconds to listen to it again, and that's not counting rebuffering and video codecs and all that rot. In text, all you have to do is flick your eye back to the previous line.

And more importantly, when it's text, you can visit a blog and within two seconds know whether there are new posts or not, and within five seconds know whether the new posts are worth reading. You can skim a headline instantly. What's the equivalent ease you get with video? Um, none. You have to watch the thing in order to see what it's about, how long it will take to see it, whether it contains any information you'll find useful, and so on. How many TV news reports have you watched where you got to the end and the reporter said, "Back to you, Diane," without covering anything you were actually hoping to see? You've wasted five minutes. If it were a text blog, it would have taken you a sip and a half of Diet Coke and a stroke of the scrollwheel to process the same information. Not to mention that it probably took the author 1/1000th of the time and effort to produce it. Whence the vaunted immediacy of blog debate once it's all video? How long would it have taken a bunch of videobloggers to break the Rathergate story? A long bloody time, and much fewer people would have had the patience to pay attention to it, let alone do the actual work. Video can't achieve critical mass the way text can and has, in everything from the explosion of e-mail and the Web on forward. Text is the low-tech, low-barrier-to-entry equivalent of papyrus in the CD-ROM age: unsexy, but it'll always work, even after the power grid fails and we're all eating each other in the desert.

Besides, how are you supposed to quote a videoblog? Let's see anyone deny that quoting and cross-linking and fisking is the very heart and soul of blogging. How is that even possible with video? Think how many fiskings there would be of Fahrenheit 9/11 if it'd been text; the only big one we have is the result of one man's obsessive job at deconstructing and transcribing the points of the video into a much more malleable medium, text. Maybe I'm stubbornly refusing to be visionary enough to imagine the stream-of-consciousness, effortlessly editable VR World of Tomorrow, but video and text haven't materially changed in decades, as far as their consumption goes; I can't see that changing anytime soon. Meanwhile, text remains far more flexible and can be molded to the whims of anyone, reader or writer, hence the equalizing nature of the blog where there's essentially no disconnect between the blogger and the discourse in his comments. Once the blogger becomes a director, his readers and fellow bloggers can't respond in kind anymore. And the whole essence of blogging's collaborative nature is lost.

And let's not even get into trying to do a Google search on something someone said in a videoblog. I'll leave that as an exercise for the, um, reader.

I'm skeptical, in short, of the claims so commonly issued by Glenn and the like that videoblogging will inevitably take the place of text blogging, that it will open up huge new realms of discourse and so on. I'm sorry, but looking at it from the standpoint of an analysis of the strengths and weaknesses of the medium itself, I just don't see it. It's like how I can't quite see an iTunes for movies; the medium isn't as much of a slam-dunk. It takes a lot more shoehorning to make it fit. The discrete pieces of media aren't in such perfect, bite-sized chunks, and lack the natural, built-in organizing criteria we've come to know and love. There are benefits, but they only qualify it as an adjunct to the real steamroller of a medium that we already have, not as a new medium in itself.

We'll undoubtedly see more people posting videos, often very good ones, to support their existing text columns and blogs. But can you seriously, honestly, picture going to a blog on a daily basis whose only content was a QuickTime/WMV window that you had to click Play on to see what it had to show you today?

Tuesday, December 21, 2004
15:25 - Lowtax, Consumer Advocate
http://www.somethingawful.com/articles.php?a=2559

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Wow. Monster (the audio cable makers) sure sound like a company worth not doing business with.

Don't miss this supporting link, detailing Monster's legal battles with a guy selling Halloween costumes (of, yes, monsters) through an unprofitable online store.

I wonder if these guys are in their sights yet?


13:56 - Ah
http://www.rishon-rishon.com/archives/060036.php

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Well, I guess that explains that.

It sucks a lot... there's not much else that one can say, I guess. Den Beste asked to be spared platitudes, so I won't issue any.

I will note, however, that I think I can credit him for a great deal of what notoriety and/or popularity my blog has—a lot of my readers came here via his links, particularly back when we sparred regularly over the merits and foibles of Apple. I'm sure that if not for those exchanges, I'd be a lot more glib and a lot more naïve in my arguments than I am now. Trial by fire, I suppose. I could hardly have asked for more stringent conditions under which to develop.

It's disheartening to hear of the characteristics of the reader mail he gets, and the effect it has on him; but for what it's worth, I still think this observation holds water. Indeed, a mutual reader (one of the involved parties in the exchange concerned) wrote me afterwards to tell me I had it spot-on. I bring this up merely in the hopes of casting that phenomenon into a different light, one that might make constructive criticism from readers into an illustration of the cooperative nature of research and discourse in the blogosphere, rather than a concerted assault by a zillion malevolent mosquitoes. This perspective might not do any good, but then again it might make things a little easier to bear. Who knows—but there it is.

At the very least, and without mawkishness, thanks for everything.

Monday, December 20, 2004
17:55 - Maybe the Electoral College should offer remedial courses

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Now, now, what kinds of people would it make us to point out things like this (a Minnesota Democratic elector casting his handwritten ballot for "John Ewards" [sic]), or this (the entire state of New York casting its official electoral vote bloc for someone named "John L. Kerry")?

What would it say about us if we were to confront our opponents, smug in their intellectual superiority but already devastated and infuriated by their inexplicable loss, with these items?

I guess it would make us bad, bad people.

For it would confirm everyone's worst charges against us: that we just love to watch things explode.

Like heads.

Sunday, December 19, 2004
01:42 - A dilemma

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So, do we celebrate Christmas and proclaim it to the high heavens... or do we hide in a dark corner and disavow any responsibility for any part of it?

On the one hand, he makes a strong case.

And on the other... well.

Uuuuugghhh.

I suppose that, having actually listened to the whole thing, I should be encouraged. I should take heart in the fact that at least today we seem to have more taste—things like this seems like shameful travesties, and even calling it a Traditional Holiday Celebration seems preferable to the SWCA or any other of the memes the 70s produced. And I have to admit that it'll be pretty hard to curl a baleful lip at "Jingle Bells" in the mall after this.

But... damn. I don't care if I was three when this thing came out; I'm still going to a vague sense of cultural culpability for it. There must have been something I could have done.

UPDATE: But then, "A Very Venture Christmas" seems to have been inspired by the same muse—and yet it's funny...


12:08 - What is this feeling?

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Well, yesterday I got all my chapters and screenshots done for the milestone deadline tomorrow, got all my shopping done, and don't have any more mailing or running around to do. I don't even have any pressing e-mail matters.

I believe I have today all to myself.

I think I'll do something I haven't spent a weekend day doing in a long time: nothing.


(Or I could spend today making a whole bunch of progress on some of my other projects that I've been letting slip while I—no! Nothing! Nothing at all!

Friday, December 17, 2004
17:54 - How's the grass over there, Vern?
http://www.davidbrin.com/libertarianarticle1.html

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Yesterday I delved up this David Brin speech to the Libertarian National Convention again, in support of some aimless musings about branding and consumerism. I knew it contained a couple of points that were germane to the discussion, so I threw in the link sight unseen, without a fresh re-read after the couple of years that it's been since I last ate my way through it.

I just finished it again, and I must recommend it to those who have skipped it thus far. It's hard to argue with. I'd love to pass it to that erstwhile Correspondent of mine, the so-far-Left-he-fell-off-the-Earth one, because at one point in our discussion he rather randomly tried to describe himself as a Libertarian; I suspect he doesn't really know what he was saying, and was grasping for a term that meant "Stay out of my bedroom and my bloodstream, pig". But I think even he might be turned by Brin.

There's one bit in the whole five-long-page essay that bugs me, though. Unfortunately, it's the most important part. After all the great observations and incisive questionnairing and audacious money-changer-table-overturning he does on stage before all the zealous Capital-L types, he comes to the central core of the ideology he's trying to promote: "Cheerful Libertarianism", the optimistic idea that people are fundamentally competent and rational and have accomplished so much already that our trajectory for the future is an encouraging one indeed. His central paragraphs explaining the rightness of the idea are these, on Page 4:

Marxism foresees that era coming as a natural consequence of capital accumulation and the fore-ordained group behavior of mass classes. Classical libertarians -- harking to the resentful Look-Back view -- prescribe removing government shackles that currently prevent the natural flowering of markets. Simply toppling the sin of government excess will begin the era of explicit contracts and true individual liberty.
 
Ah, but then there's Cheerful Libertarianism. (Or perhaps it should be called Maturationalism. Under this Look-Forward zeitgeist, the future era of freedom will come about for one simple reason.
 
Because if we make a future world in which all children grow up healthy and well educated and free-minded, they will naturally, and of their own free will, choose a society free of coercion. Because that is what any person in his or her own right mind would want!
 
Mature, knowledgeable and satiable people will tend to approach the near-ideal society of our fairy tale from nearly any starting point, since almost any unafraid adult will deem it the only decent way to live. Absence of fear is key, persuading individuals to forsake ruthless predation in favor of fair competition.

Coming hot on the heels of his impish verbal traps intended to catch the audience off guard, this statement that his beliefs are "what any person in his or her own right mind would want" seems so glib that at first I suspected he was being sarcastic. But it's not the only time he mentions it, and I can't hear the laugh-track to tell me he was making a face while saying it. I think he actually means it.

Which is worrisome. I don't really believe that a person, raised in liberty and consensus, would naturally choose a life of more liberty and consensus. Sorry, I just don't think it's objectively true.

History, which Brin asks us to treat with the deference we would a teacher, instructs us quite firmly otherwise. Plenty of despots arose out of relative comfort and freedom because they either had a vision of something yet greater that could be had, or (more often) because they saw a weak spot and went for it. That's where we got people like Saddam Hussein. They're the "cheaters" in the Prisoner's Dilemma, the guys who make a global politics based on disarmed debating societies like the UN so unworkable. Freedom is a tenuous human condition, and hardly a "default"; without ever-present vigilance, it can be stolen by someone with designs on power, all the more easily the more consensus we have.

I believe, rather, in a sort of "oscillation" of the human condition. People want what they don't have. Doesn't history tell us that? More to the point, doesn't our very conscience tell us that? If we're oppressed, we want freedom. If we're poor, we want money. If we're being cooped up under a parent's protective wing, we want responsibility over our own destinies. And if we're free adults struggling in this workaday world, trying to make it from mortgage payment to mortgage payment, with kids to feed and clothe and keep healthy, we want ease.

Where does the desire for socialized health care come from? Not from the wealthy and idle. It comes from people who don't want to have to deal with sudden unexpected medical bills. That's a demographic otherwise known as the free middle class. These are Brin's Libertarians (historically speaking), brought up in an atmosphere of freedom and consensus unknown before in history, consciously volunteering to give up some of our individual freedoms and responsibilities in favor of some more ease and convenience and peace of mind.

We all do this. Any number of less hot-button examples can be cited. Say you're a homeowner who toils in the front yard every weekend, keeping the landscaping looking nice, and then has to go inside and cook dinner every night. Say you or your spouse gets a raise. What's the first thing you do? Hire a gardener. Or a housekeeper. Or a nanny. Something to take some of the responsibility off your hands, and to free you up from some of the duties you used to think of as empowering, but now seem only like drudgery. Now you can work on your own leisure projects, instead of having to toil for subsistence, even though it means you're paying out more money and have lost personal control over the tasks over which you previously had dominion—trusting the service you've hired to do your job for you, hopefully the way you'd like it, but always with the possibility that they'll skin the bark off one of your bushes with their weed-whacker while you're not looking. You've traded freedom for ease.

I've seen the same thing happen with people who used to enjoy putting together computers from spare parts, cobbling them together into Frankenstein boxes on which to run Linux and be pleased with the ability to get more use out of an old 486. But these people eventually simply got sick of it; the magic seeped out of it and became drudgery, and they bought Alienware or Dell boxes, or Macs. They welded the hood shut, voluntarily, and paid more money, in the interest of more leisure. And they accepted the reduction in control and customizability that comes with it. Likewise, most of us surrender the work of repairing our cars, computers, plumbing, and electronic devices to paid professional services, rather than learning how and doing it ourselves. Sure, it would be more individualistic and more satisfying and more manly—but we've got better things to do, and time is money.

It's true that the leisure these people buy is itself another form of freedom. What's a better illustration of freedom than building a plane in your garage? From that perspective, these kinds of transactions could just as easily be described as what humans do when they get bored: they choose to shake things up a bit, cut loose the deadwood of their lives, and sprout some new branches.

But the rub is in when the freedom and responsibility that you consciously give up results in a net increase in power for the state, or other organs that hold dominion over you. When that happens, you've taken a step back down and away from Brin's ideal "Cheerful Libertarian" platform. And, unchecked, that will continue to happen—people will continue to sign away rights and freedoms in the name of more ease and convenience—until they find themselves being oppressed all over again. And then they have to reverse the process if they want to expand liberty back to the level their parents enjoyed.

That's what we've been doing here in this country over the past two hundred years or so: swaying from side to side, electing ourselves more freedoms, then voting them away, then voting them back into our hands again. We've been trying to find a balance between the extremes, a place where we can find equilibrium without having to waver and overcorrect and overshoot every generation or two. (And as I've said before, I believe that once a society starts voting socialistic powers to the government, with all the ease and convenience they entail for everyday people, it's really hard to get people to voluntarily give up those benefits and vote those powers out of the hands of the government. It's not totally a one-way street, but the playing field is tilted.)

So I don't know that I agree with the core of Brin's philosophy, even though I agree fully with all the supporting material he throws at us. I don't know if that's a fundamental paradox or what, or if Brin's thesis itself just needs more clarification. I rather think that if he were to address the core a little more explicitly, deconstructing his mischievous glibness and telling us what he really thinks instead of playing the merry prankster (at least for those few crucial paragraphs), this lecture would make a dandy synthesis of thought that would stand up to just about any barrage from Left or Right.

UPDATE: Um, well, and there's also the business about propaganda in the form of popular movies that extol conformity and destiny and fitting in, and how few of them there are. Brin explicitly points out one counterexample, and uses it as a major part of his thesis: The Lord of the Rings. But I got The Best anonymous e-mail:

I suppose if there was such a movie, and it turned out to be one we all
really liked but which had never really considered in this context, it would
be a little embarassing.

And if the counterexample was the single most important movie in someone's
life, like "The Lion King," that would be really bad.

Okay, yeah, wise guy. Come over here and say that...


14:21 - Choose your poison
http://www.herdthinners.com/index.phtml?current=20041217

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Today's Kevin & Kell:



Or, back then, we thought tokenism was nasty, impractical, and patronizing. Apparently, now we know better.


10:58 - A sentence is worth a thousand words
http://littlegreenfootballs.com/weblog/?entry=13989_Terrorists_Crash_UN_Party

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Wow. Could there possibly be a better illustration of the uselessness of the UN and its pacifist dogma in the face of a world that, dash it all, just flat refuses to play by the rules?

The sudden appearance of Zakaria Zubeidi, the 29-year-old militant leader, and at least 20 of his armed men embarrassed the head of the U.N. Relief and Works Agency, the body that administers Palestinian refugee camps.

Weapons are banned in the camps, but during four years of violence, armed gangs have taken control, building their reputations through deadly attacks on Israelis. The unarmed Palestinian police have been shunted aside.

Zubeidi, West Bank head of the Al Aqsa Martyrs’ Brigades, a violent group linked to the ruling Fatah party, strode to the gate of the compound housing U.N. agency offices, passing signs on a fence showing the silhouette of a gun with a red line through it.

After a brief argument with a guard, he checked in his M-16 assault rifle with telescopic sight and walked in — a pistol clearly visible on his hip.

“Of course I don’t condone it, but it’s a fact of life,” UNRWA head Peter Hansen told The Associated Press, referring to the violation of the no-arms rule. “Look around the camp. We can’t stop it — we don’t have guns.”

Think hard. You might arrive at a solution. If you give up, lay your head on your desk and teacher will come help you.

Thursday, December 16, 2004
15:23 - Consume mass quantities
http://www.thismagazine.ca/issues/2002/11/rebelsell.php

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James A. sends this fascinating article on consumer culture and the media-driven rebellion against it that we've come to embrace, thinking it makes us morally superior to look down our noses at the usual whipping-boy brand identities while modeling our lives on movies like Fight Club and American Beauty.

What american beauty illustrates, with extraordinary clarity, is that rebelling against mass society is not the same thing as rebelling against consumer society. Through his rebellion, Lester goes from being right-angle square to dead cool. This is reflected in his consumption choices. Apart from the new car, he develops a taste for very expensive marijuana—$2,000 an ounce, we are told, and very good. “This is all I ever smoke,” his teenaged dealer assures him. Welcome to the club, where admission is restricted to clients with the most discriminating taste. How is this any different from Frasier and Niles at their wine club?

What we need to see is that consumption is not about conformity, it’s about distinction. People consume in order to set themselves apart from others. To show that they are cooler (Nike shoes), better connected (the latest nightclub), better informed (single-malt Scotch), morally superior (Guatemalan handcrafts), or just plain richer (bmws).

The problem is that all of these comparative preferences generate competitive consumption. “Keeping up with the Joneses,” in today’s world, does not always mean buying a tract home in the suburbs. It means buying a loft downtown, eating at the right restaurants, listening to obscure bands, having a pile of Mountain Equipment Co-op gear and vacationing in Thailand. It doesn’t matter how much people spend on these things, what matters is the competitive structure of the consumption. Once too many people get on the bandwagon, it forces the early adopters to get off, in order to preserve their distinction. This is what generates the cycles of obsolescence and waste that we condemn as “consumerism.”

The point being that a critique of brand-driven consumerism is itself just another brand that we lap up. (Which, taken as a whole, is no worse than the original consumerism—because consumerism ain't all that bad. It's hard to argue that a McDonald's burger isn't an objectively better solution to hunger than hunting and gathering.)

It rather reminds me of that old Bill Hicks routine about Marketing... where he first says that anybody in Marketing serves no useful purpose and should kill himself—and then muses about Marketing people in the audience going, "Hey, Bill's going for the 'anti-Marketing' dollar. Huge market!"

I'm also reminded of that speech David Brin gave to the Libertarians, pointing out that while we all might rail against consumerism and conformity, can you name a single movie produced in the last fifty years that extols the virtues of conformity or fitting in or changing who you are to fit the world's expectations? Hardly... every day we're bombarded with earnest exhortations to "be true to yourself" and "stand out" and so on. Although Disney movies are all imbued with songs whose refrains are all about "belonging" somewhere, the movies' themes always involve seeking out and finding some other place, some other group, where you "belong" better than you do now. It's a far cry from seeing a multiplex full of films where the opening scene of Metropolis is presented as utopia.

I know plenty of people who will happily, and without any admitted irony, eat at McDonald's while sniffing disdainfully about the Wal-Mart across the street. And of course I know some people (some of whom seem to live in the mirror) who inhabit the Mac camp because of its moral superiority to conforming to the Microsoft gulag—somehow wearing Apple t-shirts and waiting in line for hours before an Apple Store opens in a mall hundreds of miles from home doesn't count as consumerism. All a brand has to do is position itself as being an "alternative" to a bigger and badder brand, and it attains an eerie sort of super-legitimacy. I'm a consumer whore! And how!

None of which is a bad thing if you don't buy into the axioms of postmodern thought that the article delineates (and explodes), namely that conformity and obedience and homogeneity are requirements for the capitalist society to work. Hardly. Capitalism doesn't work without entrepreneurship, creativity, rebellion, revolution—a new form of it every day. In stark contrast to nations where the word "revolution" is trumpeted daily on the loudspeakers over the toiling and indistinguishable masses, evoking a long-past but supposedly ongoing cataclysm of "change", it's capitalism that relies for its very existence and energy source on a fundamentally unstable substrate. People have to feel like they're breaking the rules in order to fuel the machine—because sometimes, when they do, they change it for the better. And the machine throws out the bad changes and embraces the good ones. Darwinism in action, isn't it?

Granted, this article has a few eyebrow-raising bits—like where the author, who has also penned such books as The Efficient Society: Why Canada is as Close to Utopia as it Gets, suggests using legislative action (by tweaking the tax code) to engineer consumerism away. After all the work he does to detoxify branding as a phenomenon, it seems weird to attack it at the end, and in such a manner whose results can hardly be better than the disease. But other than that, it's an excellent piece full of quite thought-provoking observations.

I guess that for those who see movies like Fight Club as oracles and prophets, they serve as a kind of balm—a salve to their wounded consciences, a way to convince themselves that they're really going to bring the system down from the inside, that they're honorable rebels who alone see the light that escapes the benighted rest of us. But while they sip their coffee and sneeringly discuss their promised inheritance, it's Starbucks that quietly changes the world.

UPDATE: CapLion takes firm exception to the article's attitude toward SUVs and other luxury items. It's clear that the author is no great fan of conspicuous consumption, but I'm not convinced he's agitating for an end to bourgeois commercial culture. His explanation of the capitalist model is without antagonism. It's more a sort of weary indulgence, coupled with an energetic defense against a common misunderstanding of what capitalism requires. True, I'm not sure what to make of that business at the end about legislating away advertising-spawned brand fetishes. But I still think the article fires home some fine points about those who think themselves superior to the "masses" for having bought into the prepackaged and branded rejection of branding.

Just because you're an academic without a consistent point doesn't make you a commie; neither does being a ne'er-do-well intoxicated world-traveling artiste mean you're incapable of gleaning a culture for yourself from the branded mainstream. See this awesome interview with Tony Millionaire of Maakies fame for an illustration of what I mean: a hippie who doesn't get why his interviewer thinks he should be contrite for weeping over Family Circus or having had a hand in Reagan bombing Libya.

(Seriously. Go read it. And read the strip, too, if you like crude scatological comic strips straight out of the 30s featuring absolutely exquisite pen-and-ink background art of pirate ships and flower gardens. I don't understand it at all, but I know what I hate... and I don't hate this.)

Wednesday, December 15, 2004
15:55 - This is called "fun"
http://benjanaway.users.btopenworld.com/EFE.htm

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Oh, the things I've missed out on in life.

"Drunk Person Jenga".

Monday, December 13, 2004
22:31 - Shut up, Brian

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So like... you know those slogans that various states put on license plates, trying to entice tourists to come visit that state?

I think it would be the most awesome thing in the world if there was a series made that said "Missouri Loves Company."

Never happen, though. That would require a much cooler planet than this one.


18:07 - The many shades of black and white
http://faculty.ncwc.edu/toconnor/410/410lect08.htm

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I've been becoming more than casually interested lately in the reasoning behind a lot of Constitutional constructional language and derived law; most particularly the First Amendment, and why it's worded in such severe, direct, negative, and injunctive language—especially compared to the equivalent statements of rights and freedoms used by other countries, such as Canada, which are much more vague and less legally actionable.

We say, after all, that "Congress shall make no law... abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press". It sounds pretty cut-and-dried and quite restrictive. It doesn't seem, on the face of it, to take into consideration the usual list of exceptions: slander, libel, obscenity, and yelling "fire" in a crowded theater. Clearly some muddling of the message has taken place over the years, even while we continue to stand on the starkness of the First Amendment's language in interpreting whether it's okay to hold white-power rallies or boo Linda Ronstadt off-stage. Yet it's hardly common knowledge what the various intricacies are, what the history of "tests" are that have been applied to the Amendment and its enforcement, and the shifting political winds throughout the last century in particular which have made this country seesaw back and forth from more restrictive to more permissive interpretations of it.

Well, wonder no more. This lecture by Dr. Thomas O'Connor of NC Wesleyan College gives a rough-riding, condensed history of the First Amendment's various moltings over the years, by the end of which your head is guaranteed to swim, and you'll wonder how those few simple clipped words ever seemed so easily interpreted. We'd love for our legal language to be general and elegant, with enforcement easily following from a clear reading of the words; but the precedent on the Amendment involves so much specific application, so many practical examples and human loopholes (like the "Heckler's Veto") and delineations of societal norms that derive from nothing more dispassionate than our Judeo-Christian consensus as to what comprises "polite society", that any such elegance is long since lost.

I'd hate to be a law guy. It must make it impossible to have an opinion on anything.

Oh, granted, I still think the First Amendment is pretty damned powerful, and I'm pretty happy with the "tests" that are currently in place and that have displaced other such "tests" that were more objectionable, like the "Bad Tendency Test" that sparked McCarthyism. I think it's a testament to its strength that it still stands in its original form, and is still taken so seriously, even after all this time and interpretation and reinterpretation. The fact that above all else still stands this stern injunction to always default to the condition of not making a law if any doubt exists as to its appropriateness is perhaps one reason why Jefferson and Franklin and friends would not be horrified at what's become of their document 215 years later.

(Oh, and Dr. O'Connor has lots of other lectures on interesting matters of our time, such as Homeland Security, Intelligence Gathering, Nationalist Terrorism, and Islamic Extremism—all of which seem grounded in a very sensible worldview, for a college professor. Well worth a visit.)

Saturday, December 11, 2004
03:21 - Think Different (but just a little bit)

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I hope lots of people are paying attention to what The Telegraph has been saying lately in its op-eds and even world news coverage, because I haven't seen stories like this getting play in papers like The Guardian, The Washington Post or The New York Times.

There's this piece on how the Dutch, seeing their culture and country drowning in the forced silent anonymity of zealous multiculturalism, are taking the only road that doesn't lead to Naziism or death: the one that leads out of the country.

Escaping the stress of clogged roads, street violence and loss of faith in Holland's once celebrated way of life, the Dutch middle classes are leaving the country in droves for the first time in living memory.

The new wave of educated migrants are quietly voting with their feet against a multicultural experiment long touted as a model for the world, but increasingly a warning of how good intentions can go wrong.

Australia, Canada and New Zealand are the pin-up countries for those craving the great outdoors and old-fashioned civility.

. . .

More people left the Netherlands in 2003 than arrived, ending a half-century cycle of surging immigration that has turned a tight-knit Nordic tribe into a multi-ethnic mosaic with three million people of foreign roots out of 16 million. Almost one million are Muslims, mostly Turks and Moroccan-Berbers. In Rotterdam, 47 per cent of the city's population is of foreign origin. While asylum claims have plunged, the exodus is accelerating, reaching 13,313 net outflow in the first half of 2004. Many retiring workers are moving to the south of France, but a growing bloc leaving the country appears to be educated, working families.

. . .

Ellen, 43, a lawyer and banker who votes for the free-market Liberals, said the code of behaviour regulating daily life in the Netherlands was breaking down.

"People no longer know what to expect from each other. There are so many rules, but nobody sticks to them. They just do as they want. They just execute people on the streets, it's shocking when you see this for the first time," she said. "We've become so tolerant that everybody thinks they can fight their own wars here. Van Gogh is killed, and then people throw bombs at mosques and churches. It's escalating because the police and the state aren't doing anything about it.

"There's a feeling of injustice that if you do things right, if you work hard and pay your taxes, you're punished, and those who don't are rewarded. People can come and live here illegally and get payments. How is that possible?

"We didn't think about how we should integrate people, to make sure that we actually talk to each other and know each other, instead of living in ghettoes with different rules.

"It's not why we are leaving: the reason is that Australia feels different, it feels like a place where we would like to grow old," she said.

Evidently America isn't on the list of places the Dutch are going, perhaps as one final act of defiance, of not appearing to capitulate to the idea that maybe our way is positively comparable to that of Australia, Canada, or New Zealand, the cited list-toppers. Neither is Britain. I guess we can make of that whatever we will. But it's instructive to see what becomes the only viable option when one is trapped between the instructional ruler-wielding horn-rimmed spectres of Nazi Germany and a forever ghettoized, polyglot, posse-law dystopia: fleeing in dejected terror.

(This video/documentary does an excellent job of putting a visual face on all this. A must-see. And it makes it seem rather inevitable that something like this would happen; I wonder if Amsterdam will last much longer as the Mecca—as it were—of the pot-smoking sexual libertines of the world?)

And then there's this opinion column about the soon-to-be law in Britain forbidding the criticism of religion.

As I write, I am looking at a Christmas brochure for Channel 4. It contains an interview with Paul Abbott, author of the "current hit show, Shameless". Clever Paul swears a lot, and proudly tells a story about how, when his brothers held him upside down to help him steal a Christmas tree from his Yugoslav next door neighbour, he was so frightened that he started urinating. Ha ha.

There follows a two-page pictorial spread of Paul's characters, the Gallaghers, having their Christmas lunch. The tableau is presented (sub-Buñuel) as a parody of the Last Supper. (Do Paul Abbott and Channel 4 believe, perhaps, that this took place at Christmas?) The first page shows a line of yobs - mimicking the Apostles - beginning their meal in reasonably good order. The second depicts them towards its end, violent and drunk. The "Jesus" figure is lurching forward, halo awry, beer can in one hand and cigarette in the other.

The natural inclination of Christians in the face of such affronts is anger. But would it really be a better society in which silly, urinating Mr Abbott could go to prison for such a thing, and perhaps the bosses of Channel 4 with him? Before lots of respectable readers shriek "Yes!", think what it means.

Why is it that so many people resent religion and turn against it? Surely it is because of its coercive force, its tendency to mistake the worldly power of its priests and mullahs for justified zeal for the truth. It is not God who turns people away, but what people do in the name of God. If a law against religious hatred is passed, even when blessed by St David Blunkett, the natural consequence will be a rise in the hatred of religion.

Particularly hatred of Islam. The BNP website describes Islam in the hands of some of its adherents as "less a religion and more a magnet for psychopaths and a machine for conquest". If a law says they can't say that, the BNP will, in the minds of many, be proved right. On Tuesday, Mr Blunkett said that it would be illegal to claim that "Muslims are a threat to Britain". People already censor themselves through fear of Muslim reaction to mockery - I don't suppose even brave, incontinent, foul-mouthed Paul Abbott would write a comedy for the start of Ramadan showing Mohammed downloading dubious images from the internet. If the law criminalises such activity, the scope for resentment is huge.

I've seen recent examples of guys misinterpreting Canada's new gay-marriage legislation as forcing religious institutions to perform same-sex marriages (actually the law states the opposite), and reacting with undisguised glee at the prospect of such a government in shining armor riding to smite the wicked. Apparently free speech, and the separation of church and state, are only good things when they work in our favor.

This month we're dutifully erasing all mention of Christianity from our December festivities—the only time I saw the word "Christmas" in the mall today was on a furtive hand-written sign on the cash register at the Great Steak & Potato Company, and in the Christmas songs that they still feel it's justified to play over the PA system, at least for now; all the rest is touchily "End-of-Year Sales" and "Winter Holiday Shopping". And meanwhile, as the article points out, in Saudi Arabia or Pakistan you risk death or deportation for failing to conceal your non-state-approved religion. Surely we wouldn't want it to look like we're pursuing that model.

The trouble with arguing against these sorts of developments is that standing up for your own culture, if you're Western, is seen as tantamount to slapping on a swastika armband and writing everything in the Fraktur font. It takes a brave journalistic voice to even try to figure out a way to steer between the extremes—to avoid tripping the warning bells that make people curl up into their anti-fascist shells, while at the same time making compelling points about holding on to a tradition or two that we've found define us as a people and enable the simple, innocent things that we value in life—like being able to say "Merry Christmas" to a stranger, or, equally, to produce a construction-paper cartoon featuring a foul-mouthed Jesus battling Santa Claus in a snow-covered mountain town.

If such voices are congregating at The Telegraph now, it might be a good one to watch.

Wednesday, December 8, 2004
23:12 - The holiday that dare not speak its name

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I'm thinking of starting a running auto-incrementing tally. You know, kind of like the one Mike has in his sidebar. But mine would be for the number of times I hear the word "Christmas" all December long.

I know that on my way to the store and back this evening, I heard something like six consecutive news items and ads on KCBS, all of which either centered prominently on some major business (Macy's, in this case) adopting an official position of never again mentioning the C-word in its decorations, or involving convoluted and massaged dialogue that had clearly had the naughty word excised in early drafts: "Be sure to add that special person to your... shopping list this holiday season!"

Happy voices, happy thoughts, smiles all around. Plastered across the faces all throughout the recording studio. Because if you let the beaming veneer slip you get beat up with a rubber hose.

Why do I get the feeling that a lot fewer people were "offended" by things they saw on the street or heard on the radio back when they didn't have to work so hard to be offended as they do now? I think the last time anyone actually intended to offend anybody in a print advertisement or commercial decoration was in about 1846. Now we've got whole departments at huge corporations dedicated to nothing but vetting every word the company emits to make sure it can't possibly offend anyone, and yet there's always something someone can construe in some scandalous way that gets it onto the front pages and sends the stock price tanking. Working in said department must be one of the most unsatisfying, most psychologically draining jobs in the world: it's like walking on springtime ice, where if you accidentally slip and break through, the townspeople gather to jeer and spit on you as you flail in the frigid water.

This is the world I dreamed of when I was in high school. So why oh why does it suck?

I couldn't have been wrong, could I?

UPDATE: I suppose it should go without saying that I'm getting mighty sick of that "Christmahanukwanzakah" ad by Virgin Mobilantic Wirelessgalactic or whatever. It's trying to be funny, I know, but it just ends up being just as patronizing as the stuff it's trying to parody.

UPDATE: Don't miss this article on Chanukah and why it's obtuse and a little bit demeaning to defer to it in the way we do with our All Cultures Have Their Own Christmas season.

UPDATE: Heh. Now this is more like it. (Thanks to Keith H.)

Tuesday, December 7, 2004
12:42 - I think we landed on a witch

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Wow. There sure aren't many leaves left on the trees after that thing that blew through here last night.



Weather reports indicated wind gusts up to 25-35 mph, and I can believe it—it whipped the tarp off Lance's motorcycle, knocked down trees and palm fronds all around the area, and knocked out power in a number of places. Right at the end of my block, all night we watched as the rainy gusts blew at the transformer and wires hanging off the power pole at the corner, and every time they touched a shower of sparks would fly off and shoot northward for about thirty feet across the intersection. Very strong southerly wind, yes indeed. We called 911 to get someone to come deal with it, but I didn't see anyone arrive all night—I think they had their hands full.

And now we get one of those day-after-the-storm cloudbreaks, where the air's as crisp and clear as it's ever going to get.

Aaaahhh.

Friday, December 3, 2004
10:06 - Nice day for it

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Everyone else seems to be falling into a bit of a lull in posting lately... and I guess it stands to reason why. I'm feeling the same urge. Or if it isn't the same urge, it's one with a similar result.

Now that the election's over, I've found myself thinking back over these past three years (wow, my third blogiversary is coming up), and realizing how the tone and focus of what I've written about has changed. I started out primarily writing naïve and heartfelt tracts about Apple and screeds against Microsoft, with the occasional pointer to some silly thing or other found on the Web. Ever since about eighteen months ago, though, I found myself focusing on politics to a degree that would have horrified the me of the halcyon days, as halcyon as the weeks immediately following 9/11 can have been.

It's because it all seemed so crucially important—there was always the feeling that it was leading up to something, to such an extent that I couldn't drop my guard or let up on the offensive for even a week's vacation. And it was. The election's over now, and it's let out all the stress. All of it. Far from taking months to cool down, it's like the overinflated balloon of desperate verbage has deflated in Internet time—less than a month on and the campaign and the election already feel as distant as Monicagate. So, frankly, does all the urgency of the need to post more political stuff. Now, it's like, the world can take care of itself... and now it's time to watch some movies and look for cool Mac gadgets and other techno-coolness.

I don't imagine I'll be materially changing the content of what I write here, permanently, or very much... but I do imagine that at least for a couple of weeks there won't be a whole lot of big substantive juicy stuff. I need to rebuild my energy first.

Of course, it could also be that I'm embroiled in the new book, which is already available at Amazon, rather laughably, since I've only written a quarter of it so far.

But I guess that's Internet time for you.

Wednesday, December 1, 2004
00:20 - Modena, Sant'Agata, ...Casablanca?
http://www.madle.org/efulgura.htm

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Well, this is something I didn't expect: a supercar from Morocco. The Laraki Fulgura.



Doesn't sound half bad, either. The effort and concept alone are admirable, but this looks like a real contendah. Who'da thunk?


14:50 - This guy better not post his address

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...Or he'll have an angry pitchfork-wielding mob on his lawn come morning.



Eeewww. Thanks a lot, Kris. Now I have to bleach my eyeballs.


11:15 - That lava lamp should have come with a warning label. Oh, wait, it's already got about fifty
http://edition.cnn.com/2004/US/11/30/lava.lamp.death.ap/index.html

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I think I could probably deal with being the kind of person whose last words are "Oh, shit". But I don't think I'd be able to handle being the kind of person whose last words are "God, that was stupid of me."

(Via JMH.)

Tuesday, November 30, 2004
13:51 - Jerry Lives
http://www.pvponline.com/archive.php3?archive=20041130

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My my. Do I espy me a flip-take?



That does my heart good somehow. (But then, PVP usually does.)

11:53 - New improved Junkion planet is sleek sexy import, with turbo handling!
http://mhking.mu.nu/archives/056614.php

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Egad!

I saw an earlier attempt at this kind of thing a few years ago, in an amateur video made by some random wielder of Lightwave or Maya, featuring the New Beetle... but this really takes it to the next level.

I'm surprised they didn't have to add a disclaimer explaining that the car doesn't actually transform and dance like Travolta. (If it were sold here, they probably would have.)

Via JMH.


11:45 - "Ottawa communists? I hate these guys."
http://www.amalgamatedlampblack.com/

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Paul Denton is doing a heroic job of photoblogging the citywide anti-Bush demonstrations in Ottawa today.

Fortunately, the subjects of the photos pretty much fisk themselves. It's pretty benign to peruse, now that nothing really hinges on it.

Still disappointing, though.


11:05 - Time to tolerate a little diversity of opinion
http://www.chivalrytoday.com/Essays/Schaeffer/Heart-On-The-Line.html

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In response to this, Chris M. sends this essay by Frank Schaeffer, a musing from last year from the perspective of a Bostonian intellectual novelist whose son joined the Marines.

“But aren't the Marines terribly Southern?” asked one perplexed mother while standing next to me at the brunch following graduation. “What a waste, he was such a good student,” said another parent. One parent (a professor at a nearby and rather famous university) spoke up at a school meeting and suggested that the school should “carefully evaluate what went wrong.”

Do read it all. It's short but important.

Monday, November 29, 2004
21:33 - The horror

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There was just an ad for NBC's 11:00 news, which would be headlined by a report on the U.S. Marines, who are recruiting... (pregnant pause) ...in high schools!

The narrator then recites a series of breathless lines, in that tone that makes you think they're scandalous: The Marines are recruiting at a high school in your neighborhood! These kids are ... eager to fight on the front lines! Why are these recruiters welcome at Bay Area schools? And why is it working? —Interspersed with shots of kids shaking hands with recruiters and emitting cries of enthusiasm, against nervous twitchy music.

Oh my. I had no idea. Someone do something about those awful men!


10:55 - Now you are the one who is "it"

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Over the weekend, one of the users on my site—a teenager from Britain—made mention of the fact that over there, either this week or last week was apparently "National Anti-Bullying Week" on school campuses.

He was as surprised to hear that there was no such event here, as I was to hear of its existence.

I mean, what the hell? National Anti-Bullying Week? A week in which, what, all bullies are identified, tied up in the quad, and pelted with eggs? Or is it just a time to hang meaningless banners and feel all self-righteous? What exactly is this supposed to accomplish? What message is it supposed to send? What—it's okay for fifty-one weeks a year to be a bully, but just not this one week? Is this supposed to be some kind of "empowering" thing for non-bully kids—to feel like they have the administration's power on their side for one week out of the year, after which it's back to business as usual?

So much for the "code of the schoolyard". This kind of thing can only give kids the message that all your problems will eventually be solved by Someone With Authority coming in and stopping the big bad booger men. What are these kids going to grow up to think—"Well, my asshole neighbor keeps throwing his trash over into my backyard, but it's okay! One week a year, the State will step in and make him be nice to me!"

The world doesn't work like that. No matter how many rough edges we file off the environment our kids carom around in, all we do is delay and magnify the eventual shock when they have to learn how to stand up for themselves and earn the respect of their peers. I'm speaking as someone who was often the target of "bullies" as a kid, such as they were, and the thing I regret most about those years is never having learned to throw a punch.

Maybe "they" should institute "National Don't Commit Crimes Week" or "International Anti-Iranian-Nukes Day" or "Ukrainian Election Fraud Awareness Week." That'll show 'em.

UPDATE: Naturally, Tim Blair's commenters have gone to town on the subject of precious childhood memories...


10:41 - Wouldn't want to get on his bad side
http://powerlineblog.com/archives/008751.php

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Good God. This is what happens if you're a Swift Vet whom the Kerry campaign decides has cost him the Presidency?

Unfortunately, as the Chicago Sun-Times reports, Gardner seems to have paid a heavy price for contradicting the official line on Kerry's Vietnam service. According to Gardner, shortly after he told his story to local radio stations and a local paper, he received a call from John Hurley, the veterans organizer for Kerry's campaign (and probably the least effective person ever to advocate a position on cable news). Gardner says that Hurley threatened him, stating "you better watch your step; we can look into your finances." Next Gardner heard from Douglas Brinkley author of Tour of Duty: John Kerry and the Vietnam War (arguably the most counter-productive campaign biography ever published). According to Gardner, Brinkley claimed he was "fact-checking" his book, which already was in print. In fact, Brinkley used the call to create an article critical of Gardner. Gardner says that Brinkley called him again, warning him to expect some calls.

Twenty-four hours later, Gardner's employer, Millennium Information Services, informed him via email that his posiiton with the company was being eliminated and that his services were no longer required. Gardner says that he has since seen the company advertising for his old position.

Gardner, the father of three, now is broke and unemployed. Nonetheless, he says he'd speak against Kerry all over again because "I couldn't ever see [Kerry] as commander in chief -- not after what I saw in Vietnam, not after the lies I heard him tell about what he says he did and what he says others did."

I'm gonna whip this out any time someone ever talks about "dissent being crushed" again. Unbelievable.

Thursday, November 25, 2004
17:17 - Chicken butt

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Ya know what? Ya know what?

I'll bet the word "Thanksgiving" originally had the emphasis on the first syllable. THANKSgiving.

Makes more sense that way, doesn't it? Retains a bit more meaning?

It's one of those little things—you wonder how exactly it would have changed over the years, and when, and according to what media of communication, and who would have noticed...

...Anyway. Yeah. Back to the festivities!

Wednesday, November 24, 2004
21:13 - Whaddya wanna bet....

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...The public schools that decide to ban the Declaration of Independence because it mentions God will also be the ones to endorse Islam in the classroom?

Just an unsubstantiated hunch, of course. I'm sure there's nothing to be concerned about. (Stevens Creek School in Cupertino, huh? That's, like, a couple of miles from where I work.)

"We here at Japan Toy Company are very concerned about your ...concerns!"

Tuesday, November 23, 2004
17:29 - The Magic Kingdom
http://www.apologiesaccepted.com/gallery.html

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This is getting plenty of play. The picture at the top, with Harry van Bommel, makes me wonder just how superior a political system is where mop-topped metrosexuals who showboat on Internet forums get elected to Parliament, compared to our system of ossified rote where at least nobody's allowed to sneeze on camera without his political career screeching to an abrupt halt.

But my favorite is this one:



"Come to Fantasyland! We have magic castles and rocket cars and free vacation all year long!"

The world can be divided pretty neatly along the line of those who think having "the maximum of paid holiday" is a desirable feature of a country, and those who realize why it might not be so win-win.


15:03 - We love the Leader
http://www.michaelmoore.com/words/index.php?id=364

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Why did I think it would be fun to take a moment out of my day to look at the Floating Fat Man's page?


"When was the last time I have seen a president on a billboard? What is going on? Didn't Saddam Hussein have his picture up everywhere? What next, a statue?"

(From a letter to the Orlando Sentinel, quoted on Moore's front page.)

Do these twits really not understand the difference between a dictator decreeing that his grinning likeness be publicly posted, and a group of citizens choosing and paying a commercial billboard owner to put up such an endorsement?

Sigh. Of course they do. But they know some people don't.

I wonder how they feel about themselves, knowing that the readers whose support they're cheaply angling for are the people who are swayed by bald misleading analogies and who don't read fine print.

Ah well. I think maybe I'll get me a copy of this for Christmas.

UPDATE: My friend Gerrit writes:

As a German, this produces associations I don't quite like
as 'Our Leader' translates to 'Unser Führer' in German.
Now, I know that those associations are not justified,
but a lot of people around the world who had a certain
kind of 'leader' in their past (or still have one) will
look at this and start to wonder what's going on.

The fact that this billboard was not put up by the
Government but by private citizens or corporations
(The one in Orlando seems to have been done by
'Clear Channel Outdoor') will not really change the
impression they are getting. Even if they are told
this is not Government sponsored.

While the intentions behind this might have been
good, I think the people who paid for this didn't
quite think it through.

Well, granted. I'm sure they realized they were just asking for whatever willful misinterpretations people would have; I don't doubt that the whole purpose of putting that message on a billboard over a freeway where all kinds of people have to look at it is intended primarily as a way to rub salt in the wounds of the ones who lost. Certainly I can understand their reactions; I think the thing's rather unseemly, myself.

But I also suspect that the asymmetrical warfare of propaganda goes both ways; all the letter-writer and Michael Moore have to do is tell people that what they saw on the freeway is no different from what was common in Saddam's Baghdad, and the gullible or thoughtless ones will believe it. An ingenious counterstroke? An unfair cheap-shot? Depends on how you look at it, I guess.


08:45 - They're still at it

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There aren't quite so many propaganda opportunities for the members of the Ar-Rahman list to capitalize on these days; but such as there are, they're still jumping on them:

Assalamu Alaikaum

The video footage of US Marines killing unarmed civilian in a mosque in Falluja.

http://www.ogrish.com/attachments/2004/11/16/ogrish-dot-com-marine_shoots_wounded_pow_video.wmv

Wasalam
Your brother
Haffeez

"POW" is not the same thing as "civilian", bucko.

Not that I expect anyone on the list to point this out or anything. Man, am I ever getting tired of this.

Monday, November 22, 2004
13:49 - Here Comes the Flood
http://www.nytimes.com/2004/11/21/magazine/21OHIO.html?pagewanted=1&oref=login

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This anonymous clan of slack-jawed troglodytes has cost me the election; and yet if I were to have them killed, I would be the one to go to jail! That's democracy for you.
—Mr. Burns


This is an excellent eight-page exposé on Election Day in Ohio, from the perspective of the ACT group canvassing for Kerry votes; it follows the precipitously changing attitude throughout the day as it became clear that the millions of dollars and the super-high-tech campaign coordination techniques had somehow failed to dictate the election's outcome. The article leaves the reader with a sort of pitying smirk toward these well-illustrated individual personalities who were so sure they'd win; yet there's something very telling about it, in the way it treats the other side:

This effort wasn't visible to Democrats because it was taking place on an entirely new terrain, in counties that Democrats had some vague notion of, but which they never expected could generate so many votes. The 10 Ohio counties with the highest turnout percentages, many of them small and growing, all went for Bush, and none of them had a turnout rate of less than 75 percent.

For Democrats, this new phenomenon on Election Day felt like some kind of horror movie, with conservative voters rising up out of the hills and condo communities in numbers the Kerry forces never knew existed. ''They just came in droves,'' Jennifer Palmieri told me two days after the election. ''We didn't know they had that room to grow. It's like, 'Crunch all you want -- we'll make more.' They just make more Republicans.''

I've heard this over and over: the ominously intoned they. The idea that what the Democrats were fighting against isn't people, or fellow citizens, but some kind of unholy force of nature—as implacable as a hurricane, and as mindlessly destructive. There's never any attempt to understand them, or to reach out to them—only to either scare them straight, or outvote them. I have yet to hear a single Kerry-voting friend or acquaintance acknowledge that anyone might vote Republican for any reason other than fear, hatred, or stupidity. Doggedly though I've tried, it seems that the more I ply someone with reasoned and documented analysis that I think is sound, the more it convinces them that I'm nothing more than a terrified and irrational flunky who would rather blow up the Earth than see a poor black person afford a new car.

I think the moral is that time is the only remedy for this wound. Well, that and not blowing up the Earth, I guess. It's too bad that that doesn't go without saying.

Via Dean Esmay, who also has this interesting post on the potential merits of letting the various States go their own way on the issues that divide them, seeing which ones come up with the best solutions independent of federal uniformity. (Reagan was a big believer in this principle, I recall...)


09:45 - Puritan libertines
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2004/11/22/BAG7S9VIKS1.DTL

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These guys are generally thought of as having freedom and personal liberties at the top of their priority lists, right? The overriding reason why "liberals" call themselves "liberals" these days, isn't it, is that they're fighting for people to be able to do whatever they want with their lives—whatever kind of sex they like, whatever kind of drugs they want to take, whatever kind of dogma they wish to entertain?

Well, if I didn't know better, I'd say these folks were aspiring to inherit the mantle of the Puritans. We already know what they think about whether we should eat fast food, whether we should eat meat, whether we should breathe the words "Merry Christmas" around the Winter Solstice, whether we should say the wrong thing about the wrong race or sexual subgroup. And here's what they think about our freedom to drive the vehicles of our choice:

Amid hundreds of new cars, prototypes and sparkling antiques, the Hummer SUV was the center of attention Sunday for a group of zero-emission supporters at the 47th Annual San Francisco International Auto Show.

Carrying signs that read "Dumm and Hummer" and singing songs like "Drive a Hummer, What a Bummer," about 60 demonstrators gathered outside of show at Moscone Center to demonstrate against American dependency on oil.

"I'm doing this because I have a 15-year-old son who I don't want to send off to war just so that someone can drive a Hummer," said Kirsten Moller of San Francisco.

Even beyond the pathetic and dogged adherence to the "blood for oil" argument, even at this late date where all that stolen oil still hasn't driven down gas prices much that I can see, the underlying self-righteousness of this action and the insatiable need to make everything into another example of war and oppression and environmental death is just really starting to grate. We can't even go to a car show anymore without having to entertain these people's fantasies.

How is it that we can live in the age of the least human suffering that there has ever been in history, the most wealth spread across the globe, the best race relations, and the smallest gap between the richest and the poorest living conditions, and not only does chronic outrage among the perpetually angry not evaporate, it gathers to itself new strength every day?

Yeah, I know the academic answers to this question. We've spent the past three years rubbing our chins over it. But, you know, damn. I always considered myself a righteous environmentalist atheist intellectual, pretty much all my young adult life. But these people make me want to burn a tree for Christ.

Sunday, November 21, 2004
20:20 - Avert your eyes, children! It may take on other forms!

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Is it just me, or does this op-ed on Fox News' imminent Canadian debut have a distinct panicked sound? As though the author were saying, All this time everybody up here has dutifully believed us when we told them Fox was evil... but now, through some egregious security breach or other, there's a chance that they might actually watch it and have to decide for themselves whether it's as bad as we've always said! Don't worry, citizens—don't let your curiosity get the better of you! You're too sophisticated to need to think for yourselves! Trust our assertions!

I'm pretty ambivalent on Fox myself; I don't watch it any more than any other mainstream news station, which means "not at all". But this column sounds pretty well spooked to me. When someone tries this blatantly to hide something by simply warning people against giving it a fair hearing, it's pretty safe to say that they're afraid of what people might find out.

Via Paul Denton, who handily fisks it.

Saturday, November 20, 2004
21:23 - A little Presidential Rorschach test
http://powerlineblog.com/archives/008680.php

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John Kerry: "That son of a bitch knocked me over."

George W. Bush: "You son of a bitch, let him in or I'll knock you over."


20:17 - Cute fuzzy dewy-eyed fish
http://themoderatevoice.typepad.com/blog/2004/11/eat_fish_and_yo.html

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So does this indicate that PETA is getting more confident, or getting desperate?

Called the Fish Empathy Project, the campaign reflects a strategy shift by People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals as it challenges a diet component widely viewed as nutritious and uncontroversial.

"No one would ever put a hook through a dog's or cat's mouth," said Bruce Friedrich, PETA's director of vegan outreach. "Once people start to understand that fish, although they come in different packaging, are just as intelligent, they'll stop eating them."

For all the "science" these people claim to embrace, the one inconvenient fact that we've evolved the enzymes and gastroflora indicative of a carnivorous ecological niche never seems to figure.

Friday, November 19, 2004
14:43 - Do we detect a pattern?

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So the Washington Post has finally dropped Ted Rall's comic strip... and look at what Dean Esmay identifies as the final straw:

So. The Washington Post finally dropped Ted Rall. This time for a cartoon displaying America as a profoundly retarded, drooling freak.

To which I can only say: so repeatedly drawing cartoons comparing America to Nazi Germany, accusing the late Pat Tillman of being a bloodthirsty racist, 9/11 widows as being money-grubbing opportunists--this was not enough?

Why do I suspect that the only reason the Washington Post really acted finally was not because Rall is vile and hateful, but because he made fun of the mentally handicapped?

Somehow I'm not surprised that it's this strip, not this one or this one, that finally did it—let alone this piece of reasoned and nuanced geopolitical analysis. No... he finally stepped on something the WaPo actually considers precious this time, even if accidenally, in passing as it were—mere collateral damage. Too bad.

Is this kind of thing rare, though? Not hardly. Not to look at Kofi Annan's coming vote of no confidence—not over the mounting billions of Oil-For-Blood money stolen on his watch by UNSCAM, not over failing to prevent genocide in Rwanda or Darfur... but over a sexual harassment scandal.

Are people actually, perhaps, trying to bring odious people like these to justice, using the only tools they have available to them—technicalities to which their peers are actually susceptible? Is this the equivalent of nailing Al Capone on tax evasion charges? My optimistic core sort of hopes this is the case, because it means that while the forces of good are marginalized and forced to argue in meaningless and petty terms in order to bring real evil to justice, at least they're being heard, however indirectly. The alternative—that honestly nobody cares about people spreading vile propaganda or condoning genocide—is too depressing to contemplate.


11:30 - Maybe I'll start leaving my door unlocked

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Oh, the wondrous things we learn from movies! One was that America is a crime-ridden monstrosity of a nation, thanks in no small part to our guns and our lack of socialized medicine. It was in a really popular documentary, so it must be true.

Well, hmm...

Q. In your Ebert & Roeper review of Michael Wilson's "Michael Moore Hates America," you [Ebert] blurted out an erroneous opinion, expressing your doubts about the film's claim that the Canadian crime rate is double the U.S. rate.

I checked with www.statcan.ca, listed as "the official source for Canadian social and economic statistics and products," and with the U.S. Department of Justice Bureau of Justice Statistics. The bottom line: These sites agree with Wilson's assertion that crime in Canada is much worse than in the USA.

James Elias, Highland Ranch, Colo.

A. Astonishing. For the year 2003, per 100,000 population, Canada had 8,530 crimes, and the U.S. 4,267. For crimes of violence, 958 vs. 523. For property crimes, 4,275 vs. 3,744. Michael Wilson, director of the film, tells me: "There was originally a comedic segment in the film that attributed this to the proliferation of Tim Horton's doughnut franchises, but I could not make it work."

Maybe Tim Horton's could start giving out free guns, like that bank in Flint?

I really gotta stop getting my juiciest news tidbits via Frank J.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004
16:37 - Retrospective

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One thing I've noticed from these last two or three years of being a news-hound is that there's simply so much data to process that the mental database rollups (as it were) occur way too frequently, purging items that happened way too recently, in favor of stuff that's even more recent.

And so, we've already forgotten some of the most gobsmacking moments of the months surrounding the tense few weeks of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Now we have people who are convinced that the whole Iraq war was for naught because the Iraqis "never wanted democracy anyway"; with Saddam's horrors slipping into memory already and spackled over with newer and flashier events like our election and Fallujah, we've forgotten the vindication that thrilled through the blogosphere a year and a half ago as we affirmed our commitment to that action, hard and gruelling though we knew it would be, and ultimately thankless at that.

It's time to remember a few things.

Remember Johann Hari's testimony of Iraqi exiles coming home. Remember Steven Den Beste's expansion on it.

Remember the "Human Shields" who went to Iraq, thinking they were doing the Iraqi people a service; and remember when they came home, shell-shocked, muttering "My God, what have we done?" after hearing to their dismay that the Iraqis wanted the invasion, and thought the "Human Shields" must have been on Saddam's payroll.

Remember Andrea vs. Mohammed, the infamous radio confrontation between a well-meaning peacenik and an Iraqi expat mocking her "simplistic Nickelodeon diplomacy".

Don't let these memes slip away into the bit-bucket of history. Lots of things have changed on the ground in Iraq since we went in last March; the moral muddle in which we find ourselves in the post-Abu-Ghraib, post-Saddam-capture, post-sovereignty-turnover, post-election, post-Fallujah world clouds our vision and makes doubters out of all of us. But we had better not let that render passé the fundamental rightness of what we undertook, or the necessity of seeing it through to the fruition to which we committed ourselves.


14:21 - Double-double with grilled onions and extra hippie

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Yesterday morning I was driving up to Ukiah to pick up my folks for a shuttle maneuver to an early flight this morning. I stopped in for lunch at the In-N-Out Burger in Mill Valley, the one with no drive-thru and no outdoor seating, so a single diner is always forced to share a table with some other lone traveler who couldn't shoulder his way to the counter where people sit with their drinks and wait for their burgers to appear.

Next to me, on my left, was a young couple—college-age, it seemed. The guy was directly to my left, so I didn't get a good look at him beyond the baseball cap and hooded sweatshirt; the girl, diagonally across from me, had that skinny, pinched, stringy, beaded-hair sort of look that always seems to accompany a steely look in the eye and a torrent of truly bewildering words, the kind that no amount of research can prepare you for.

I guess they must have been co-workers or something, because they clearly knew each other well enough to be eating at In-N-Out, but they didn't know each other well enough to have discussed each other's political viewpoints yet. I was witness to the unfurling of two opposed positions entrenching themselves in increasingly raised voices over a couple of burgers.

The immediate subject was the prisoner shooting incident in Fallujah. The guy said that he had some friends who were over in Iraq, and he knew them—they wouldn't just kill someone out of hand for no reason. He said a good many other things, things that led me to believe that he's been paying a good deal of attention to news sources other than what's on broadcast TV at six: he said that in his opinion the mainstream media is unhelpfully biased against the war and actively harming our efforts by covering every possible negative angle like paparazzi. He even said that in war, there are some occasions where censorship is necessary in order to win.

She didn't like this at all. There's nothing that should ever be censored, she said. The news media "are all controlled by... America," she haltingly growled, as though she wanted to say something else instead of that final word. (The guy tried to interject questions about Reuters and Agence France Presse, but was interrupted.) In her opinion, the war is fundamentally unjust because "you don't fight a war to liberate a country, so that's a pile of sh-- right there." (I guess give me liberty or give me death was just a suicide note.) And she then told the guy that she'd been listening to an interview—where, she didn't say—in which the interviewee told of Westerners who had gone to Iraq to help reconstruct, and who were told harrowing tales of oppression and horror at the hands of the Americans, tales which they pleaded with the Westerners to take back with them and tell us. In particular, she related a lurid story (one of many, she said, that never show up in the hopelessly biased pro-war press) that went as follows:

An Iraqi family was on their way home from dinner after dark. On the highway between the city where they'd eaten and where they lived, they saw a pair of headlights approaching. They pulled over to give the approaching vehicle room; but suddenly it swerved, stopped, blocked the road, and a bunch of American soldiers jumped out of what was clearly a Humvee. They then without warning emptied their guns into the family's car, killing the father, the mother, wounding one of the kids (who escaped and crawled off the road and out of sight), and then proceeded to steal the father's wallet, the mother's jewelry, and the young daughter's earrings right out of her ears.

The guy to my left made some conciliatory noise like "Yeah, well... there will always be horror stories." Which, of course, made the girl triumphantly ski away on a tangent about how this proves we don't hear enough bad stories about what goes on in Iraq, and how we're told an overly rosy story about our actions there. It was at that point that I finished my burger and got up to leave; actually I wasn't quite done, either, but I wanted to get out of there before I jumped in myself to the guy's defense.

Why in the hell would American soldiers murder and rob an Iraqi family? What possible motive could they have? Iraqis aren't rich people; it makes no sense whatsoever to say that the soldiers in question would have accosted a passing family on their way back from the Baghdad Applebee's with the hope of committing some random murder and stealing a child's earrings. I mean, am I totally off-base here? Or does something smell funny about this story? I can only assume it was originally related by the kid (or whoever it was) who escaped; could he possibly not be telling a perfectly accurate account? Or is it possible that there are two sides to this story?

We all remember what happened with that incident about a year ago when the soldiers in the Bradley stopped a pickup truck and searched its passengers at a nearby bridge, with the result that one of them fell in and died, leading to a huge scandal that got the whole unit pretty heavily punished, as I recall. (It didn't just get hushed up.) And of course there's always Abu Ghraib for people who hunger for good dirt against our military to suck on. (I don't recall the Zionist-controlled media covering that one up, somehow.) It seems to me that for someone to believe unquestioningly this one-sided story, with no corroboration or indeed logical consistency, reveals an insatiable desire to believe only the worst about us and the best about anyone opposed to us, and an endemic lack of critical thinking. It's the same lack of logic that says Katherine Harris rigged the 2000 election by changing just enough voter registrations to make the election too close to call, rather than by making it one-sided enough not to be suspicious; it's the same lack of logic that says Diebold would set up its electronic voting machines for a clear Bush win by, uh, making it possible for an army of cloak-and-dagger hackers to physically break into every one of them across the country (especially in Ohio) and seed them with enough Bush votes to put him just ahead; it's the same lack of logic that says Bush "lied" about WMDs in Iraq by following the same intelligence that everyone else had in the 90s, and yet forgot to plant some WMDs for our soldiers to "find" after the invasion so as to retroactively justify it instead of subjecting himself to a carton of facial egg. I guess that really shouldn't surprise me these days, and it doesn't, frankly—it's just hard to hear it coming from across an aisle two feet away and not to be able to confront it. And to have to listen to it apparently being successful in browbeating the poor guy into submission.

Of course if incidents like this are actually happening, they're horrible and reprehensible; if they're happening with any frequency at all, and betray anything widespread about the things that motivate our soldiers in general, then it would vastly change my beliefs about said soldiers and their honor and the standards to which they're held. But so far I have no reason to believe that such a story, even if it existed only in rumor form, would not have made it to the headlines of the evening news within hours; or that there's any reason to believe these stories at all without any corroborating evidence to belie the logic under the accusation.

None of the charges the Left levels these days seems to hold up to Occam's Razor. As I've said a number of times here and in e-mail, my credo is that if a theory depends on a perpetrator of some misdeed being both an evil genius and an incompetent fool, then it's not a plausible theory—especially if the facts can equally well be explained by perfectly innocuous means. You get to pick either "evil" or "incompetent"—not both. Picking both just means your brain's going to be spinning in the mud until next Election Day.

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