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Relearning Chinese
May 27, 2012 — 2:01 pm

This post is part of my stated goals mentioned here.

Years ago, I could read, write, listen to, and speak Mandarin Chinese rather well. Well, by “rather well,” I mean at a level which would allow me to survive if I were dropped off in the middle of Beijing at any given moment.

Sadly, those skills have atrophied. It’s common knowledge (at least, conventional wisdom dictates) that language skills are highly perishable, in that they decrease significantly the less you use them. Fortunately, in my case anyway, it seems that once the initial difficult work of learning the basics of the language have been mastered, the process of reacquiring those skills are not incredibly arduous. I gleaned this fact when I traveled to China last August. Though I was extremely rusty and more than a little embarrassed, I found that within a few days in country, I could walk up to a ticket window, make inquiries and purchase rail tickets with little difficulty. I pride myself on this because it’s a well known inside joke among those who know Chinese culture how convoluted and backwards rail travel can be.

Anyway, I’ve been informed that if I wish to advance professionally within my work role, I must increase my Chinese proficiency; which means I need to take the Defense Language Proficiency Test within the next year. I’m not willing to take any classes outside of work to reach this goal, as my free time is severely limited. That leaves me with somewhat limited options.

One of those options is ChinesePod, which is an extensive Chinese podcast offering hundreds of lessons in tiered difficulties. If you are just starting out, you’d be at the basic level. Next is Elementary, then Intermediate, Upper Intermediate, and then Advanced. Also offered are supplementary PDF files which go over all the vocabulary and grammar necessary to understand each lesson.

When I first dove back into this, about two weeks ago, I went immediately for the Intermediate level, which deals more with everyday conversations one might have (or overhear) while visiting or working in China. Unfortunately, I quickly found that what was being said (and how fast it was being said) was above my comprehension skills. The vocabulary was off just enough where I was only catching about 50% of the conversation. To complicate matters, the explanation about what is going on in the conversations is also done in Chinese.

I have a way of approaching the learning of new materials (whatever it may be) which is cognitively dissonant. This is a very common theme throughout my life, and I’ve never been able to figure out how to defeat it. When I approach a new subject (or try to learn something new or more difficult in a subject I know), I always assume that the material will come to me intuitively. That is, I just wade into it and expect to just “pick up” what I need easily. When that doesn’t happen (and it only does about 25% of the time), I get frustrated, embarrassed, and mad at myself for not just “knowing” the material.

This, of course, is crazy. I should know that I won’t just “pick up” the knowledge I want to gain intuitively, and I should further know that getting frustrated about it is just…silly.

But, that’s how I work. It’s always been that way.

I think there are several factors at play, here. I’m certain there’s a bit of the Dunning Kruger effect going on. I go into a subject assuming I’m more knowledgeable than I really am and expect my brain to act accordingly. Again, this is silly. It’s only when you’re quite good at something that you recognize how much you suck at it. It makes no sense to approach a subject you know you’re sub-par at and make the assumption that you’re actually quite good.

Impatience is probably also a factor. I’ve gotten much better at this over the years. I’m able to focus longer and with more clarity than in the past. Some of that has to do with just living life. Most of it has to do with working at it, consciously.

Anyway, all of that is a rather long way of saying that I pretty much suck at Chinese. I’ve been forced by the limits of my comprehension to drop from Intermediate down to Elementary lessons. So, now I’m in the realm of facial features, shopping for shoes, catching a bus, getting directions, etc…

And, that’s fine. It was embarrassing at first, but I’m relearning the fundamentals of the language. There are nuances I’ve forgotten about, sentence patterns I’ve neglected, and vocabulary words I’ve never heard before.

I’ll be back up to Intermediate level in no time.

— Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
The Reivers
May 26, 2012 — 9:20 pm

This post is part of my stated goals mentioned here.

Back about 12 or 13 years ago, I picked up The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner because I decided it was about time I gave him a whirl. Having never read Faulkner before, I had no idea what I was in for, other than the assorted murmurs I picked up from time to time about how difficult of an author he was to read. Those murmurs proved to be completely founded, as I got about 10 pages in and set it down in frustration, not to be picked up again for nearly a decade.

It was a friend at work who convinced me to give Faulkner another try (after we had a very in-depth discussion about Thomas Pynchon), but he advised that I start with something a little less daunting. I held off until I went down to Jazz Fest in New Orleans in 2010, where I bought Collected Stories from the William Faulkner House located in Pirate Alley (right behind the Saint Louis Cathedral). It may sound hackneyed, but I took the book around the corner, sat in an open-air bar, ordered a Scotch and began reading. I’ve never looked back.

The Reivers is the 8th Faulkner novel I’ve read (not to include Collected Stories or other short stories). The Sound and the Fury is well behind me, as is Light in August, As I Lay Dying, and Intruder in the Dust. I may write about those novels later (The Sound and the Fury is probably the second best book I’ve ever read, behind Lolita).

I mention those novels because The Reivers stands apart from them, not in substance, but in style. Published in 1962, it was Faulkner’s last novel, and probably one of his most accessible. There is little to no stream of consciousness flowing through the narrative. Gone, too, are the long, but breath-taking descriptive paragraphs found in his earlier works.

What’s left is a pretty straight-forward book of dialoge between three main characters, and about a dozen ancillary players. There’s little left to the imagination about plot or motivation, and the reader can take it pretty easy reading through the pages.

I don’t stand with other critics who call this one of Faulkner’s “lesser works,” however. Even stripped down, it’s a better piece of work than most contemporary authors produce; for one, simple, yet universally true reason: Faulkner understands the human condition better than anyone I’ve ever read.

I’m no good at writing a synopsis of anything, really. The Wikipedia article will probably do a better job at giving you an idea of what the book is about than anything I write. In the end, it’s a comedy. There’s nothing “soul-crushing” about it. I found myself surprised and chuckling continuously throughout, and was grateful for a “light” read. But, it has all the elements of something much more “heavy” and engaging. The ever-present racial and social undertones are there: The hard, dirt life of Mississippi dirt farmers; The stupidity, meanness, and pettiness of power-mad authority figures; Women who have no choice in life but to sell their bodies to those who will buy them for a night…it’s all there.

The big takeaway, in my view, is the biblical story (I’m thinking Eve, here) of the loss of innocence of an eleven year old boy, how he mourns at that loss, and how he finally learns to accept it. It sounds shlocky, but it turns out to be rather touching in the end.

If you haven’t guessed by now, one of my goals is to read every book by Faulkner. I figure I’m about half way there. The two other Faulkner books I have in the queue for this year are Soldier’s Pay and Pylon.

Next up, however, is Camille Paglia’s Sexual Personae. At nearly 600 pages, I hope to blog about it as I work through it so I don’t have to save up all my thoughts until the end.

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Stated Goals
May 23, 2012 — 1:38 pm

I have too much stuff.

In particular, I have too much stuff going on in my head.

Well, maybe that’s not right. Perhaps I have just the right amount of stuff going on up there and I’ve been thus far unable to organize it. Perhaps upon a well thought out organization, I will discover that I have far too little going on up there.*

But, for now (pre-reorganization), the stuff I do have going on up there is often contrary and mutually exclusive. I find I’m unable to turn most thoughts into actions when those actions would interfere with other actions.

In short, I’m saying I’m really, really bad at things like prioritization and following through.

It has always been thus.

I’m hoping to work on that now as I have a list of goals I would like to accomplish before year’s end.

To that end, I’m experimenting with self-motivational techniques. I think one way to prod myself into accomplishing my stated goals is to blog about them as I work through them. Combined with other techniques (to include heavy list making and note taking), I’m hoping this will give me the traction I need to cross the finish line.

So, I expect there will be a great deal more posting by myself on these pages.

Here are some of my goals for this year. I’m keeping one or two of my goals to myself, as even writing them down would provide way too much pressure to succeed. They may be overly ambitious, but only time will tell. If I get them accomplished, I’ll write about it.

  • Complete my 2012 Reading list (which will feed into larger goals).
  • Run a half marathon.
  • Increase my skills in Chinese.
  • Write 4 posts for The Lesson Applied.
  • Start another blog I’ve been thinking about related to parental advice for my daughters.
  • Self publish a photo book.
  • Practice the guitar at least 2 hours per week.
  • Take two college level math courses.
  • Finish on massive blog post for Shrubbloggers (which has been languishing for nearly two years).
  • Make a walking stick.
  • Get the 3×3 Rubik’s Cube solved in less than a minute.

Some of these things don’t make much sense, but I have a reason for all of them, which I also hope to express in upcoming posts.

*I find it strange that I wrote “going on up there” when referring to the thoughts in my head. It’s as if I’m disambiguating myself somehow. It would be much more correct to say “going on in here,” I think.

Or would it?

— Justin M. StoddardComments (2)
Steve Jobs: A Man of Good Works — Part I
November 6, 2011 — 10:30 am

First, allow me to clarify a few points about the video below before I start into the meat of the matter.

The video is obviously edited — for what purpose, I do not know. It could have been to cut down its length or to stitch together a narrative that puts the person being interviewed in the worst possible light. Though, admittedly, given his statements, I don’t know how that’s possible.

I understand that people who are put on the spot with a camera in front of their face are going to stammer and search for words. After seeing thousands of these kinds of videos, I’m convinced that people generally do not do well when confronted with on-the-spot interviews. . . . Read more!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (2)
A Life of Good Works
November 2, 2011 — 8:13 pm

Over on Reddit, I stumbled upon this post in the Atheist subreddit:

Idolize Bill Gates, Not Steve Jobs: At the end of his life, Steve Jobs obsessed over his legacy: Apple. Bill Gates stepped away from Microsoft in 2006 and has devoted his genius to solving the world’s biggest problems, despite the fact that solving those problems doesn’t create profit or fame.

I quickly pointed out that it was laughably ironic that this was posted in an atheist forum as it oozes religiosity.

Well, no, actually. This has everything to do with being in the Atheism subreddit because it is religious nonsense. Let me rewrite that for you:

Idolize Bill Gates, Not Steve Jobs: At the end of his life he did not repent his sins and he obsessed over his legacy: Apple. Bill Gates stepped away from sin and is living a life of good works, despite his prior sin.

There are no economic or philosophical arguments here. We are just told whom to admire (idolize) and whom not to admire (idolize) based on a moral judgment, when none is warranted. How many people benefited from the success of Steve Jobs? How many people’s lives are better off because of that success? How many more people have access to free or near free limitless information because of the competitive nature between Apple and Microsoft?

These questions aren’t asked. Don’t admire Steve Jobs because he didn’t rebuke sin on his deathbed. Admire Bill Gates because he has rebuked sin and is now doing good works.

Religiosity is a very hard thing to let go of, apparently.

Edit: It’s not only astounding that this was posted in an Atheist forum without comment on its religious nature, it’s fantastic that my comment is getting down-voted for pointed it out.

I made a few more running comments, but most were down-voted rather quickly.

This is something that has been on my mind for quite a long time, now. That ardent ‘atheists’ recycle this kind of religiosity is amazing to me. The modern atheist movement has developed some of the most effectively devastating rhetorical tools arguing against the case for God that it’s sometimes embarrassing to watch people try to defend against them.

Yet, many are blind to this kind of religious thinking. More ironically, the same arguments are just as effective against it. And still they do not see.

Religiosity and biases are indeed powerful forces in our nature.

— Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
What I’m Reading
November 2, 2011 — 6:40 pm

I’ve been thinking that I should probably start posting around these parts again on a semi-regular basis. The problem is, I always have a ton of things to write about, but it all seems so laborious when I get down to it.

So, I figured I’d start writing about what I’m reading. Maybe that will get the creative juices flowing. So, for a while, anyway, I’ll be posting about the books that’s I’m reading, as I read them. Fun, huh?

Currently in my hands is, Watching Baseball Smarter. A professional Fan’s Guide for Beginners, Semi-experts, and Deeply Serious Geeks.

Those who know me, know that I’m not much of a sports fan. I have no love for football or hockey. I’ve never been interested in soccer or basketball. But, I do have a history with Baseball, of a sort. Like most kids, I spent a few summers playing the sport in loosely affiliated city leagues. I don’t remember liking it that much. I never have been much of a “team player”, so that’s not too surprising.

I do remember owning a baseball glove well enough. I liked the ritual of oiling it up, shaping it with a baseball and sleeping with it under my pillow. I always liked playing catch with the neighborhood kids, and older family members, if I was lucky. But, for all that, I never followed the sport, apart from watching a few games when the Cardinals are in the World Series.

Which, to be honest, is partly why I picked up this book. If you’ve ever been in an office environment during a home team’s post season play-offs, you know you can look forward to hearing about it, ad nauseum, until the end of the season. Which is what happened. But, I would find myself drawn to these conversations, in spite of my lack of knowledge about the overall game.

The conversations I would get sucked into were all about statistics and strategy based on all sorts of known and unknown variables. How pitching worked. What the probability of hitting a fast ball or a curve ball were based on how many strikes or outs there were, etc…

I find this kind of stuff fascinating. I’ve come to realize that baseball is a game played for and by individuals as much as it is played for or by a team. Individual strategy counts every bit as other factors. When I read the quote by Red Barber that said, “Baseball is dull only to dull minds”, I knew I found a sport I could follow.

So, in anticipation for the beginning of next year’s season, I’m reading as much about the sport as I’m able. And, since I live in St. Louis, I may as well align my tribal allegiances with the Cardinal Nation.

Go Cards!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
More Bailouts for the Rich
October 20, 2011 — 7:45 pm

The rich on Wall Street are demanding more bailouts:

The Demands Working Group of Occupy Wall Street unanimously endorsed and is circulating for discussion the following demand, which will be submitted to the General Assembly of OWS:

Jobs for ALL – A Massive Public Works and Public Service Program

We demand a massive public works and public service program with direct government employment at prevailing (union) wages, paid for by taxing the rich and corporations, by immediately ending all of America’s wars, and by ending all aid to authoritarian regimes to create 25 million new jobs to:

-Expand education: cut class sizes and provide free university for all;
-Expand healthcare and provide free healthcare for all (single payer system);
-Build housing, guarantee decent housing for all;
-Expand mass transit, provided for free;
the infrastructure—bridges, flood control, roads;
-Research and implement clean energy alternatives; and
-Clean up the environment.

Wait, you didn’t think I was talking about corporate bailouts, did you?

No, I’m talking about the rich people who make up the Working Group of Occupy Wall Street.

There is a very inconvenient and awkward question that is not being answered by the OWS crowd, as it pertains to wealth. Even making the assumption that the majority of those protesting are lower-middle class (a very liberal assumption, by anecdotal evidence), that would still mean that they are richer than 80 to 90 percent of the world’s population.

In fact, the poorest 5 percent of the United States is still richer than 68 percent of the world’s population. When compared to the poorest in India, China, or Afghanistan, the inequality is breathtakingly staggering. That college kid who is 60 grand in debt may as well be Bill Gates to a girl born in parts of rural China or Afghanistan.

Whenever this is brought up, you will inevitably hear this as a riposte:

“The problem is that attitude can be very easily used as an excuse for dismissing the complaints of literally anyone who is not the most oppressed, marginalised, and miserable people in the world.”

In other words, you cannot ignore what is bad here because things are worse elsewhere.

Well, that statement may well have merit, were it argued in another context. In this context, it is meaningless. Here’s why.

The above “demands” have everything to do with trying to bring the classes to a parity rather than fixing the economy. We are constantly barraged with the 99 percent vs. the 1 percent rhetoric. This, in itself is a lie. At worst, the people protesting on Wall Street are the 32 percent. More likely, they are the 20 percent and up.

If there were one shred of intellectual honesty in this movement, the above demands would be much, much different. They would be calling for taxing everyone in America at a much higher rate and redistributing that money to the poor in China and India. As the holders of 20 percent of the world’s wealth, they surely can afford it. After all, there are millions upon millions of people living in soul-crushing, abject poverty at this very moment. A vast number of them can never hope to make more than $1 per day, if that.

Instead, we get demands for free education and free housing for all (well, for all the rich people living in the United States, anyway — everyone else can go get stuffed). This is nothing more than the rich seeking taxpayer money for bailouts through the use of force.

Sound familiar?

I’m not being flippant, here. When it comes to entitlements, tariffs, trade barriers, immigration or where I purchase my goods, I’ve not yet heard a convincing argument for why I should regard a middle-class or working poor American in any higher regard than the absolute poor of other countries.

When I’m told that I should buy American in order to save American jobs, I wonder why a South Korean’s job is of any less importance. When I’m told that I must pay my fair share to help the deserving and undeserving (relatively) poor of this country, I wonder why the absolute poor from other countries shouldn’t get that money first.

But this is what it’s come to, now.

Rich college-age kids asking for taxpayer funded bailouts in order to relieve them of a debt (paid by the taxpayers) that they voluntarily took on with full knowledge that they would have to pay it back. Not only that, the vast majority of them have the means to pay off said debt through hard word and dedication.

Now, tell me again why I should care that a rich kid got a liberal arts degree that didn’t pan out, when tens of millions are living in absolute poverty around the world. Tell me again why rich kids with liberal arts degrees aren’t sacrificing their income, well-being, and happiness to redistribute their wealth to those more in need.

It’s time that we stopped focusing on this murderous idea of “inequality” when we should be thinking instead of relative standards of living over time.

Maybe then we can focus on what’s wrong with our economy rather than just fight about which rich group of people get which bailouts.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

— Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
Wherin I Clarify
July 10, 2011 — 10:25 pm

With my previous post, I waded full-on into our ongoing gender war, though that really wasn’t my intention.

After a good bit of discussion with friends and loved ones about the issue, I feel that I should ‘walk back’ some of my comments, clarify others, and expound on the issue as a whole.

My concerns are not with the original incident (man in the elevator) or Ms. Watson’s initial reaction. It’s with her reaction to people questioning her over the incident and then the piling on from P.Z. Myers and Phil Pliat. This I’ve well documented in my previous post.

As I’ve said before, her concerns were with her feeling sexually objectified (which I’ll address downstream), rather than feeling like she was in any danger of being assaulted. The whole specter of rape only came up after P.Z. Myers jumped into the debate; and as far as I can tell, Watson has done nothing to correct that misconception.

Now, allow me to ‘walk back’ or clarify a few points.

Starting from the beginning: That Watson felt uncomfortable is not in question, nor is it really part of the debate. I believe her when she said the incident made her feel uncomfortable. I have no earthly reason not to. However, we are dealing with so many layers of conjecture and speculation here that it’s nearly impossible not to project your own feelings, prejudices, and biases into the discussion. Because of this, I am doing the best I can to look at this without any preconceptions.

Regardless of what Phil Pliat says, the problem was not because a man was in an elevator with a woman late at night. The problem people have is with the solicitation. Had the man never said a word to her, or looked at her during the ride, not a word would have been spoken about this.

Which is interesting to me. A rational person would recognize that a man and a woman alone in an elevator together does not heighten the risk of sexual assault by any degree of certainty. In fact, if we are to extrapolate out for population, it can be assumed that this very scenario occurs hundreds of thousands (if not millions of times) per day around the world and we don’t see internet blogs blowing up about it.

So, at what point does it turn into a “potential sexual assault” in people’s minds?

Where is the line? Is it when he speaks to her? Is it because it’s at 4:00 a.m. instead of 4:00 p.m.? Is it when he says he “finds her interesting?” Or is it only after he utters the words, “would you like to come back to my room for coffee?”

This is a serious question. From where I stand, it seems to me that if the guy had sexual assault on his mind, then the act of solicitation posed no more of a threat than him just being there.

This is where I take extreme issue with people like P.Z. Myers and especially Phil Pliat. That they are blind to the above is a cognitive failure. Do sexual assaults happen on elevators? Yup, of course. But, how statistically prevalent are they? Under what conditions do they occur? How often are the two parties known to each other? What other factors come into play? That these questions are not being asked or addressed by skeptics is distressing to me.

Cannot men and women alike agree that when Phil Pliat jumps right to “potential sexual assault” just because a man and a woman are alone in an elevator demeans the whole conversation? Do people not understand that this goes right to the heart of irrational bigotry? I don’t care what Pliat’s motivations are, here. I care about what he said. If you are going to spend most of your professional career debunking things like astrology, religion, psuedo-science, and general quackery under the umbrella of skepticism, don’t be surprised when people call you on it when you fall for the very same cognitive biases that you attack on a regular basis.

This is why, under the conditions that Watson herself described, I see no reason to fall into the “Oh my God, she could have been raped!” line of thinking.

I also see no reason why one cannot state, in a perfectly civilized tone of voice, that though the fear of being raped on an elevator may be valid for some (given their past histories, experiences, etc.), it is an irrational fear for most people to hold onto.

Given that, I also see no reason why men (or anyone else for that matter) should feel obligated to change their behavior to accommodate those with irrational fears, regardless of the subject matter.

Of course, more empathy is needed from everyone. Never intentionally make someone else uncomfortable, if you can avoid it. To do otherwise is impolite and boorish. But there is no need to kowtow to irrationality as you go about your everyday business.

Onto the matter of the solicitation. This is a bit trickier to tackle, as there are several issues wrapped into one, here. I can easily understand why such a solicitation would creep many women out. However, I can just as easily understand why it would not. I’ve heard excellent arguments from women taking both sides.

To me, that means it’s all situational. Would I proposition a woman on an elevator at 4:00 a.m.? I honestly don’t know. Certainly not if all the right signals were not there. Certainly not out of the blue, like this gentleman apparently did. But what if she were looking at me suggestively? What if our chit-chat was sexually charged in some way? What if we just got done talking for three hours in a group and I felt there was a strong mutual attraction between us? What if, what if, what if.

So, all this talk of “never solicit a woman in an elevator at 4:00 a.m.” may be too ridged. I make this point because there have been dozens of follow-on posts instructing men on “how not to pick up women”, etc. This may very well be good advice to follow, but how do we allow for outliers?

The questions that aren’t being answered or addressed are:

  • How many times has this tactic worked on women?
  • Would we even hear about them if it did?
  • If there is a significant population of women who do not mind being propositioned in such a way under the right circumstances, why should men not attempt such a proposition when they feel they have a chance?
  • How many women proposition men in this fashion?
  • How many men have said it’s creepy when women do this?

These nuances are exactly what inflames the “gender war” and sends people swirling into orbit with righteous indignation. You have people of both sexes claiming everything from “misogyny” to “potential sexual assault” to “creepy behavior.” Then again, you have people of both sexes insisting that absolutely nothing bad happened in that elevator. That this is a non-issue, to be forgotten and derided.

So, what are we as skeptics to do in this situation?

We need to ask difficult questions and rely on the facts. If something is irrational, we need to point it out. We ask people to show their work. We do not accept emotional overreaction or unfounded conjecture to cloud our judgment. This is an important point as the “skeptic movement” has taken great pains to be a “big tent” organization, inviting people in from differing political ideologies, social strata, genders, race, etc. That there will be conflict when such diversity is present is a given. Feminists and men’s rights activists cannot expect to be immune to people questioning their beliefs any less than skeptics question religiosity, psuedo-science, or quackery. In a skeptical organization, everything is up for debate. Feelings and beliefs do not matter as much as reason and facts.

As stated above, I do not hold any truck with the “potential sexual assault” line of thinking, but I do have sympathies for Watson’s feelings of being objectified, to a point. From what I can tell, this is what Watson’s main complaint is. If so, it’s rather more difficult to pin down any solution.

We can take Watson’s word for it that she gets a great deal of wanted and unwanted attention from men. Obviously, her gender and her looks have a great deal to do with this. But so does the field of interest she’s in and the way she comports herself therein.

If I may clarify, Watson can’t help being a woman anymore than I can help being a man. She can’t help being an attractive woman, anymore than I can help being an average looking man. That people are attracted or disinterested in us for those reasons and those reasons alone are beyond our control. Just because she is a woman means she will attract a good deal of men. Just because she is blessed with good looks means that she will attract even more men (and women). This is basic biology and to deny it would deny the very precepts of biological and social sciences.

So, that’s not the issue, here. The issue is how men (and women) approach her, under what circumstances, under what motivations, etc. I can very well accept the fact that because of her gender and looks, she receives more unwanted attention from men (and women) than an average-looking man would. If this is bothersome, I honestly do not know how to fix it. It depends on the circumstances.

For example, after I wrote my first blog post, my girlfriend and several very close female friends stated to me that I just didn’t understand what it was like to be leered at, ogled over, and approached in an unwanted sexual manner on a near-daily basis for no other reason than being a woman.

They were absolutely correct. I do not know. I have no idea what it’s like, nor do I have any frame of reference on how that would make me feel.

I will not, however, concede the point that this is due to “male privilege.” Just as I would not claim “female privilege” for women who do not understand or have any frame of reference for how men feel in certain situations. This is a conversation-stopper and serves no purpose other than to position yourself as morally superior.

I can only think of one conceivable solution to the problem, and I am open to suggestions.

Anyone at the receiving end of or a witness to such obviously bad social behavior (man or woman), should not hesitate to shame the person/people engaging in such behavior. Do not stand by and allow yourself or other people to be bullied. People (men and women) get away with vile social behavior because people around them allow them to get away with it. I fully understand that a woman might be too intimidated to say something, but this isn’t because of gender. Plenty of men are also afraid to speak up as well. What this says about humanity, I’m not sure. I do recognize that these are social pressures, however. That we turn a blind eye to vile social behavior says more about us as people or a culture than it does about us as men or women.

Watson’s field of interest and how she comports herself are much more under her sphere of control, however. Though many women are beginning to join such organizations, it is still recognizably male dominated. That many more women are joining, however, speaks volumes for the adaptability of such organizations.

How she comports herself is something completely under her control, and it’s a point that is most likely to be misunderstood and attacked. It is not unreasonable to state that if you play the “sexy skeptic” role to your advantage by way of pin-up calendars, sexual innuendo, sexually charged conversations, sexually charged blog posts, semi-naked pictures, whatever, you cannot expect some men (or women) not to approach you as a sexual object. As I stated before, it is not liberating for a woman to talk about sex, but objectifying for a man to talk to a woman about sex. That’s an obvious double standard.

It’s also not unreasonable to point out that double standard when you make the claim of objectification, whether right or wrong.

This is where I’ll be attacked for saying “she was asking for it.” Of course, this is not the case. I’ve been very clear. Every man and woman has the right to express their sexuality without fear of harm or the need to apologize for it. What every man and woman does not have the right of, however, is to not accept the consequences for their actions. If that means that more people view you as a sexual object, then that’s what that means. It does not give a pass to anyone to engage in bad social behavior (leering, ogling, foul language, a repeated unwanted sexual advance) without censure. It does not give anyone the right to initiate force against you (physical contact, herding, etc.) without the the law becoming involved.

A single, unwanted sexual advance does not necessarily equate to “objectification.” I think an argument can be made in this case, taking the entire evening into context, that it could be, but I’m still not sure why anyone should feel overly offended by it. Certainly not to the point of Watson’s actions after the event.

I’m going to deviate a bit from the skeptic point of view, here, and wade into some gender issues that I’ve been thinking about.

A good friend of mine brought this point up when commenting on my original blog post:

Phil Pliat = pre-crime? Your reworking is brilliant by the way, because it underscores the essential challenge of equalization of society. We all approve of setting a disenfranchised group apart in order to provide some uplift and legislation to assure them that the dice cast of all lives are not twisted and turned unfairly by the powers that be. However, who really is willing to draw the line and say – ok, we’re done here. Even steven. I have yet to see that happen. No one who achieves a victory just goes home. I don’t believe it is a slippery slope – I believe it is more like gambling. When you are winning, you don’t leave the table.

First, let me say, I am not a men’s rights advocate anymore than I am a women’s rights advocate. As I have clearly laid out on this blog, I stand up for human rights. Nobody should get special treatment under the law, regardless of their gender, race or, creed.

Women certainly have been cruelly oppressed throughout history. It is my belief that the strides in equality that have been made have much more to do with democratization, industrialization, free trade, and our over-all shunning of religious dogma rather than the feminist movement. Indeed, it is only because of the liberalization of our society that feminism even exists. I believe this is empirically demonstrated by comparing western, First World societies to Third World dictatorships and fiefdoms (which was Dawkins’s whole point when he spoke up).

As we come ever closer to a parity between the sexes, the differences become more stark, and more trivial.

It is not unreasonable to point out that there have been some severe societal over-reactions in our attempt to achieve parity.

It is also not unreasonable to point out that men have serious negative issues relating to their gender, just as women do.

Men are overwhelmingly the victim of more assaults and murders than women, for example. Men are more likely to commit suicide than women. They are more likely to be diagnosed with depression or schizophrenia. Though there are more men on top of the IQ spectrum, there are more on the bottom end, as well.

Diseases like colon or prostate cancer are just as deadly and more prevalent than breast cancer, but they do not receive anywhere near the amount of attention.

Men are more likely to die on the job than women.

Men have shorter life-spans.

Men are more likely to suffer from PTSD.

If a man does not sign up for the draft when turns 18, for whatever reason, he is automatically shut out of all opportunities that would include federal or state funds (college) or any government job. Can women say the same? If this were really an issue for women (as I’ve been told it is) it would have certainly been fixed by now, as women make up at least 50% of the voting block.

Men will overwhelmingly lose custody of their children in a divorce case. Divorce laws around the country are so unfairly biased towards women that it borders on a civil rights issue.

I accept that you are leered at, ogled over, and sexually propositioned more than you care to be. Will women accept that I am also stared at, pointed at, or angrily talked about in a passive-aggressive way by women who see me holding my daughter’s hand out in public?

As a woman, can you imagine any scenario where you would be under immediate suspicion were you walking by yourself in a park where children were present? What if you were out taking pictures?

Do women understand that because of our socialization, men are expected to approach women when they are interested in them, thereby putting themselves in a position to accept all the rejection? Do women face the same social pressures? Must they face the same amount of rejection throughout their lives?

This is a very serious question, because I believe it goes right to the very core of this whole issue. Rebecca Watson is just a much a victim of how women act in the dating world as of how men treat her. If you can imagine a society where both genders take an equal amount of risk when it comes to rejection, I think you would find the incidences of men approaching you would drop somewhat.

Men and women each have their own problems because of their gender. This is where so many people fail when entering this discussion. Some men are every bit as dismissive of those problems as women are. However, feminists cannot expect to be taken seriously by many men until they are willing to at least concede that these problems exist.

Feminists also cannot expect to be taken seriously until they concede that many of the problems listed above (on both sides) are, for the most part, First World problems.

Finally, a point about Richard Dawkins’s statement in all of this. I’ve read hundreds of comments lambasting him for being an “asshole” and “insensitive” for making those comments.

First, not very many people in the atheist movement were very concerned when Dawkins was being an “asshole” or “insensitive” about religion. I don’t know how you can deride him when he attacks something else that he finds equally as irrational in the same manner.

Second, Dawkins repeatedly asked people to explain to him why what he said was wrong. He asked for clarification and intimated that if he were wrong, he would change his statement. Can the same be said about Phil Pliat, P.Z. Myers, or Rebecca Watson?

I wouldn’t think so, certainly not from her “rich, white, male, heterosexual” statements. How does this add to the discussion? How can Watson expect to be taken seriously from this point forward?

Lastly, I’ve run up against the “privileged white male” statement a number of times over the past few days. Please understand that when confronted with such inanity, I will be more than happy to repay you in the same coin by referring to you as a “spoiled brat.”

And, until further discussion arises, I guess that’s all I have to say about that.

— Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
Wherein I Go Apoplectic
July 8, 2011 — 8:41 pm

I’m going to write two blog posts about this, because it fascinates me so much and I’d like to approach it differently, for different audiences. This first post will be followed up by a second on The Lesson Applied at a later date. You can expect this one to be a bit more charged.

This will be a rather long post, so brace yourself. Much back story is needed to set all of this up properly, and it delves into atheism (for a part), skepticism, feminism, and rational thought, among other topics.

I can’t promise that I’ll get the whole story straight, as it is a bit muddied, but I will do my best. I’ll be happy to correct any factual errors. I’ll be willing to modify any speculation made by myself if persuaded. Where I will welcome all challengers, however, is in the opinions I reach about the whole affair, great or small.

Before I begin, a few disclosures about my preconceptions of the main players, least I be blamed for any type of confirmation bias:

  • Before a few days ago, I had never heard of Rebecca Watson (aka Skepchick). I have since read through several of her blog posts and have watched some of her videos. I think I understand her shtick and have no real problem with it, in and of itself. I do have problems with it in the context of what I’ll be writing about below.
  • I have read several of Richard Dawkins’s books and have frequented his website from time to time. I like his personality and have no problems with his ideas on atheism, although his delivery methods have made me squeamish from time to time. I have frequently and loudly derided his enthusiasm for the moniker The Brights, for example. People like Christopher Hitchens agree.
  • P.Z. Myers has crossed my radar a few times in the past, but never about scientific/skeptical issues. I can’t vouch for his scientific knowledge, but I assume he knows what he’s talking about, given that he’s a highly regarded figure in the scientific community. The area where I have taken strong issue with Myers is in his take on libertarians. See here, here, and here for examples.

My take on libertarian thought is well documented, as you can see elsewhere on this blog or over at The Lesson Applied, so it’s only honest to say that I have somewhat of a dog in this fight. But this particular post isn’t about libertarianism. I’ll try not to belabor this point too much, but it ties directly into how P.Z. Myers conducts himself in what I’ll be writing about below. Suffice it to say, I find his opinions on the matter lazy, unoriginal, vacuous, and far beneath any reasonable measurement of “rational thought.”

Phil Pliat (aka The Bad Astronomer) is someone I came across about five years ago, peripherally, when I started reading books by Richard Dawkins and Sam Harris. I also have an amateur’s interest in cosmology, so I always enjoyed reading his posts. To date, I’ve not read his book and have only rarely visited his blog in the past year or so.

A few notes on some beliefs I hold, relevant to this subject …

I am an atheist myself, but apart from some writings back and forth a few years ago, I mostly keep that to myself now. I don’t think that I, or anyone else, is intellectually superior for being an atheist. Too many people conflate being an atheist with being intellectually superior to everyone who isn’t, which I find amusing. As you’ll hopefully see in what I’m about the write, atheists, “free thinkers,” and skeptics are just as prone to cliquish behavior, psychological biases, cognitive dissonance, and downright willful ignorance.

As for feminism: I have serious problems with feminist ideology when it deviates from equality for both sexes. I am happy to concede that women, as a gender, have their problems. I am more than happy to educate myself about those problems and help work towards an equatable solution. I would hope, that in return, feminists acknowledge that men, as a gender, have their own problems.

I’ve talked to very few feminists who will concede this point. But, apart from rampant objectification of men in society (turn on any sitcom at anytime and witness the oafish man that is there but for the grace of his girlfriend/wife), let me point this out, just as a primer. According to many feminists, girls are oppressed into gender roles early on by the Patriarchy. May I suggest trying to imagine yourself as a young boy growing up in rural Texas or Montana and showing absolutely no interest in sports? Also victims of the Patriarchy? Do mothers not shame their sons into pursuing these goals as well? Do young women reward socially awkward, chess club members with physical and emotional affection? Or, are they instead labeled creeps or nerds?

Once people realize that both genders have their problems and social pressures they must adapt to, they can start learning to work towards equality. But when those problems are flatly ignored, or, worse, denied for half the population by the very people who should be most sensitive to gender equality, well, you can understand why there’s quite a bit of cynicism out there.

Granted, this is an oversimplification to a very complex problem, probably better left for a longer post later on, but I wanted to put it out there for the sake of honesty. This is how I’m approaching this debate.

Onward:

On June 20, 2011, Rebecca Watson posted a video on YouTube and her blog discussing random goings-on in her life and her recent panel discussions at an atheist convention in Dublin. At around the 4:30 mark (I encourage you to watch the entire video so you can put this completely into context), she says:

… so I walk to the elevator, and a man got on the elevator with me and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I find you very interesting, and I would like to talk more. Would you like to come to my hotel room for coffee?” Um, just a word to wise here, guys, uh, don’t do that. You know, I don’t really know how else to explain how this makes me incredibly uncomfortable, but I’ll just sort of lay it out that I was a single woman, you know, in a foreign country, at 4:00 a.m., in a hotel elevator, with you, just you, and — don’t invite me back to your hotel room right after I finish talking about how it creeps me out and makes me uncomfortable when men sexualize me in that manner …

So far, so good. At first blush, I don’t have much of a problem with this. We all have our discomforts and we are all free to express them.

However:

There has been an incredible amount of speculation as to the circumstances surrounding this event, and I’ve taken the time to read through several accounts. Some of this is supposition, but most of it is based how Watson has described the evening.

Watson and others were in the hotel bar until around 3:30 to 4:00 a.m. There was a recent discussion revolving around sexism and feminism in the atheist community. It is unclear whether the man in the elevator was present for this discussion. At the end of the night, Watson said something to the effect of, “I’m tired and I want to go to bed,” and excused herself to do so. Again, it is unclear whether the man in the elevator followed her or whether he too decided it was time for bed and also excused himself. In the end, I don’t think any of this really matters, in the slightest.

What we do know (according to Watson’s own account) is the following. As they were riding the elevator, he turned to her and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I find you very interesting, and I would like to talk more. Would you like to come to my hotel room for coffee?” There is no talk about him being threatening. No talk of leering or aggressive body language. No talk of anything at all, really. He asked a question; it’s assumed that she politely declined, and that was it. I assume they got off at their respective floors and went on their way.

Of course, it can probably be safely assumed that “coffee” means “sex.” But, without the benefit of reading this gentleman’s mind, I can’t ascertain that with perfect certainty. It is possible, I suppose, that he really meant just having a cup of coffee.

Before I wade into the resulting explosion in the skeptic/atheist community, I’m going to tip my hand, here.

Regardless of how Watson felt about the incident, if I’m to take her version of events as an accurate accounting of what happened, I pretty much see nothing wrong with anything that transpired that night.

Without casting aspersions upon the gentleman in the elevator or making any assumptions on his awkwardness or lack thereof, this kind of thing happens thousands of times a day, all over the world. Men ask women for sex. And, surprisingly, women also approach men and ask them for sex. We do this whole dance about “coffee” because it’s a psychological defense that allows both sexes to pretend that if the offer is made and rejected, it really was just about coffee. In fact, asking someone out for coffee as a euphemism is a whole hell of a lot LESS creepy than just saying, “hey, wanna go fuck?”

I’m not saying this as a criticism to Watson. I’m not obtuse enough that I can’t mentally put myself in an elevator at 4:00 a.m. in the morning with a strange man and imagine how that might make me uncomfortable, or fearful. That’s fine. I get it. But where I draw the line is her making sweeping statements for all men and women as a reaction to that fear.

Um, just a word to wise here, guys, uh, don’t do that. You know, I don’t really know how else to explain how this makes me incredibly uncomfortable …

If Watson feels uncomfortable being alone with a man in an elevator during its 40-second accent, that’s fine. However, the correct thing to say here is, “Men, don’t do that to ME.” This would be a perfectly rational, sane, defensible, and responsible thing to say. It clearly delineates boundaries. It lets the rest of us know what you are and what you are not comfortable with. Problem solved.

What Watson is blind to, and what I take exception to, is the idea that many women don’t feel uncomfortable in that situation. In fact, I’ll wager a guess that that line of approach has worked for scores of men AND women.

She is also blind to the way that she is treating men in general. I know it’s a cheap trick, but this is a fast way to get my point across. Let me just change what Watson said slightly and see if you feel any differently:

… so I walk to the elevator, and a black man got on the elevator with me and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I like those shoes you have on, and I would like to talk more. Would you like to come to my hotel room for coffee?” Um, just a word to wise here, black guys, uh, don’t do that. You know, I don’t really know how else to explain how this makes me incredibly uncomfortable, but I’ll just sort of lay it out that I was a smaller white man, you know, in a foreign country, at 4:00 am, in a hotel elevator, with you, just you, and — don’t invite me back to your hotel room right after I finish talking about how it creeps me out and makes me uncomfortable when black men talk about shoes in that manner …

Racist and reprehensible. The very definition of base human thought. And yet, if I take a page from the Watson’s defenders, I would have every right not only to feel that way, but to say publicly that I feel that way, without recourse. After all, just as most rapists are men, there are more African-American men in prison for violent crimes than any other race or gender, so it must follow that my fears were justified. These are verifiable, yet unnuanced, facts.

Yes, most perpetrators of rape toward women are men — unless we are talking about our astronomical prison population, in which case, men also consist of the overwhelming number of victims. There is no hard statistical evidence, but the incidence of prison rape is so monumental that it nearly brings the instances of man-on-woman rape down to parity.

Also not mentioned is that the majority of non-consensual sex occurs in situations where the two people know each other in some way. All the way from casual acquaintances to close family members. Women being raped by strangers is certainly not rare, but it’s not anywhere near the level where anyone should feel uncomfortable (to an irrational level) sharing an elevator ride with a man who asks you to his room for “coffee.”

As for the African-American man analogy, although it is true that there are more African-American men in prison than of any other race or gender, a closer look explains much of that statistic away when one examines how our immoral and — dare I say, irrational — War on Drugs has done everything it can to destroy the African-American community.

But, to be fair to Watson, she never brought up the specter of rape. She did, however, imply it, as unintentional as that may have been. She was just talking about “creepy behavior,” here, but “creepy” is just too subjective to define.

This is sexism defined. Watson expects all men everywhere to curb their behavior to a level she finds “comfortable,” while not bothering to take into account that many other women may, in fact, not mind being propositioned in such a way.

Before I move on to the other players in this docudrama, this is the very crux of what bothers me about Rebecca Watson. Most of her shtick is the “geeky, nerdy, hot girl who likes to talk atheism and skepticism and stuff.” I’m not denigrating her by saying that, because I’ve watched a number of her videos and read through her blog, and I’m impressed by her intelligence. She’s articulate, well-spoken, and has a grasp on complex and complicated problems.

But she also does a good deal to sexualize herself. She plays the “hot geeky girl” angle to the hilt. There have been Skepchick pinup calendars, sexually suggestive blog posts, public sexual innuendo, cutesy and provocative pictures, etc., etc., etc.

There is absolutely nothing in the world wrong with this. I find it all a bit obnoxious after a while, only because I get bored easily and would like to skip to the substance rather than linger on the filler, but that’s a personal preference. I’m not going to Dawkins’s or Hitchens’s websites for their sex appeal, for example.

It seems to me that this is what gender equality is all about. Women shouldn’t hide their sexuality or apologize for it, just like men shouldn’t hide or apologize for theirs. If you don’t want to be “sexualized in that way,” don’t sexualize yourself in that way. You can’t justify the opinion that women talking about sex is liberating, but a man talking to her about sex is objectifying.

As a final note, one has to wonder what exactly Watson’s objection is, here. Was it the come-on, or where the come-on took place? Had this happened in the corner of a crowded lobby, for example, would we be hearing about it? And was she really being “sexualized” at all?

If you parse out the language, I don’t think even that plays out:

Don’t take this the wrong way, but I find you very interesting and I would like to talk more

This takes whatever “creepy” factor there was way down. The guy obviously cares about what she thinks of him, and about the overall situation. He’s genuflecting and trying to connect to her on an intellectual level (however awkward it may be). It sounds like this gentleman was attracted to the whole package, not just tits and ass. Is that sexualization? Don’t men and women get together all the time based on mutual attraction, and fornicate?

What’s the problem, here?

Phase Two: The Plot Thickens.

I’m not the only one who is thinking along these lines, and thank goodness for that.

On June 22, Stef McGraw posted what I thought was a well-thought-out rebuttal to the original video.

Here’s the money quote:

Watson is upset that this man is sexualizing her just after she gave a talk relating to feminism, but my question is this: Since when are respecting women as equals and showing sexual interest mutually exclusive? Is it not possible to view to take interest in a woman AND see her as an intelligent person?

Someone who truly abides by feminist principles would, in my view, have to react in the same manner were the situation reversed; if a woman were to engage a man in the same way, she would probably be creeping him out and making him uncomfortable and unfairly sexualizing him, right? But of course no one ever makes that claim, which is why I see Watson's comment as so hypocritical.

If you really want social equality for women, which is what feminism is, why not apply the same standards to men and women, and stop demonizing men for being sexual beings?

Yup, pretty much exactly what I said above.

Things start to rapidly fall apart from here, and Watson is to blame for it. In a boorish move, while giving a talk about the Religious Right’s War on Women at the CFI’s Leadership Conference, Watson publicly called out Stef McGraw — who was sitting in the audience, with no chance to defend herself. From Watson’s blog:

I pointed out that she posted a transcript of my video but conveniently left off the fact that I had already expressed my desire to go to sleep. I also pointed out that approaching a single woman in an elevator to invite her back to your hotel room is the definition of “unsolicited sexual comment.” But those are unimportant details in comparison to the first quoted sentence, which demonstrates an ignorance of Feminism 101 – in this case, the difference between sexual attraction and sexual objectification. The former is great – be attracted to people! Flirt, have fun, make friends, have sex, meet the love of your life, whatever floats your boat. But the latter involves dismissing a person’s feelings, desires, and identity, with a complete disinterest in how one’s actions will affect the “object” in question. That’s what we shouldn’t be doing. No, we feminists are not outlawing sexuality.

I hear a lot of misogyny from skeptics and atheists, but when ancient anti-woman rhetoric like the above is repeated verbatim by a young woman online, it validates that misogyny in a way that goes above and beyond the validation those men get from one another. It also negatively affects the women who are nervous about being in similar situations. Some of them have been raped or otherwise sexually assaulted, and some just don’t want to be put in that position. And they read these posts and watch these videos and they think, “If something were to happen to me and these women won’t stand up for me, who will?”

Here’s where we start to descend into irrational tripe disguised as righteous dogma. It is important to take note (because this will be a HUGE factor later on in this post) that Watson isn’t complaining about feeling threatened in an elevator late at night, here. Her complaint is her feeling of being objectified. Oh, and it just happened to happen on an elevator.

This is a classic shaming tactic, used in an unforgivable condescending tone from someone who calls herself a “free thinker.” Basically, she’s saying, if you don’t believe that I was objectified, you’re a misogynist. If you’re a young woman who questions if I was objectified, you can’t help it, you’re just parroting “ancient anti-woman rhetoric.” You’re a victim of the patriarchy, you poor young thing. But it’s OK. I’m here to help you through this.

This is offensive to the point of stupidity, and nobody should ever accept being talked to in that tone.

So, this is where Watson loses me. Her original post was flawed, but fine, as things go. She felt uncomfortable, she expressed that (in a poor way), and as a “free thinker” she should by definition be open to criticism without resorting to vile behavior.

Ah, but it gets so much better.

After several people took Watson to task for her boorish behavior at the CFI conference, P.Z. Meyers waded into the swamp with a classic bait-and-switch tactic.

You’ll have to read it for yourself, because it is rather long, but here’s a paraphrase: That guy in the elevator was a complete and total creep. Men and women are equals, but they really aren’t equals, so men should know better than to ever talk to them in any way that they might find creepy or make them uncomfortable. Don’t ever approach them about sex, because that’s inappropriate and it’s “unwanted pressure.” Also, all men see women as “lower status” creatures, but they’re totally equal, and stuff. Oh, and yeah, that guy was a total creep and probably a rapist. But I don’t want to talk about that, so I’ll get to my point.

He insisted that how Watson conducted herself at the CFI conference was defensible and not passive aggressive. He likes it when people “name names.”

Which is fine. I get it. Debate should be open and free, especially among those who call themselves “free thinkers.” (See how I keep harping on that point?)

Here’s what he says:

As Watson says, she loathes passive-aggressive behavior. So do I, and this is a fine example of it. Name names, always name names, and always do your best to be specific. It is right and proper as good skeptics to confront and provoke and challenge, and you have to be direct about it. Would it have been better if Rebecca had talked vaguely about broad-stroke disagreements, fuzzily mentioning some unnamed persons with some unrecognizably blurred wording of disagreement, and then taken that blank-faced effigy to task? I don’t think so. It also would have been a tactic to blunt subsequent rebuttals.

But that’s not the point, here.

The point is, Watson used her time on a panel addressing the Religious Right’s War on Women to publicly call out a member of the audience who wrote on a blog something about her with which she happened to disagree. Name names? Well, sure. Get on your video blog and respond that way. Don’t waste everyone else’s time talking about something you weren’t invited to talk about, while at the same time tying a woman’s valid criticism (as unintentionally as it may have been) to right-wing bigotry. And certainly don’t do it in a way where she can’t respond. On top of that, don’t make lame excuses later that she could have used the Q&A session afterward to state her claim, especially when you yourself have stated in the past that you don’t appreciate people who use up Q&A sessions as a way to facilitate a debate.

As I said before … very boorish behavior.

P.Z. Myers misses this point, completely:

And now, of course, Watson is getting all this heat because she was willing to stand and deliver the goods. Disagree with her all you want, but apparently, you’re not supposed to be confronted over your differences, ever. You can name Rebecca Watson as a villain, but she can’t take you to task over your characterization. When did skepticism become a one way street?

Stupid and lazy thinking. Watson was free to name names and respond all she wanted, on her own time and on her own dime. That this escapes Myers is nothing but a mystery to me.

This is right about where Richard Dawkins comes into the picture.

In the comment section of Meyers’s blog, Dawkins wrote:

Dear Muslima

Stop whining, will you. Yes, yes, I know you had your genitals mutilated with a razor blade, and . . . yawn . . . don’t tell me yet again, I know you aren't allowed to drive a car, and you can’t leave the house without a male relative, and your husband is allowed to beat you, and you’ll be stoned to death if you commit adultery. But stop whining, will you. Think of the suffering your poor American sisters have to put up with.

Only this week I heard of one, she calls herself Skep“chick”, and do you know what happened to her? A man in a hotel elevator invited her back to his room for coffee. I am not exaggerating. He really did. He invited her back to his room for coffee. Of course she said no, and of course he didn’t lay a finger on her, but even so . . .

And you, Muslima, think you have misogyny to complain about! For goodness sake grow up, or at least grow a thicker skin.

Richard

This is when everyone starts to go ape-shit crazy, of course. But I think there’s a great deal of astuteness in this statement. It has always really bothered me, for example, that western feminists seem to turn a completely blind eye to horrific, barbaric, and downright evil conditions that the majority of women live under in underdeveloped or developing countries.

Forced abortions in China. Women stoned in Iran. Girls suffering acid attacks for daring to go to school in Afghanistan, zero reproductive rights, forced to wear identity-stripping and soul-crushing clothing, rampant rape and genital mutilation, etc., etc., etc.

Yes, yes, I know these things have been addressed, but you’re more likely to hear it from the conservative side of the spectrum than from second-wave progressive feminists. Ayaan Hirsi Ali has spoken extensively on this subject, and was so disenchanted with her treatment from the “left” that she shifted her whole political ideology to the right and has been speaking out on this subject through that prism ever since.

I cannot account for why western feminists so blatantly ignore women’s plight in the Third World. I have my ideas, but they are based on pure supposition. What I do know is that because of this nearly unforgivable failure, it makes many people give up completely on gender issues.

This isn’t to say that what happens here is irrelevant because people have it worse elsewhere. But it does call for a bit of perspective.

This is what Dawkins is saying … and remember, up to this point, nobody has overtly brought up sexual assault or rape (except for P.Z. Meyers, in his lazy way). What happened between Watson and the man in the elevator was a complete non-issue. Given the facts at hand, nothing happened that was objectionable. The worst criticism you can come up with is that it might not have been overly smooth to attempt such a verbal pick-up in an elevator, but … meh.

But Watson is waving the bloody shirt, here. She’s taking up the mantle of feminism and deriding anyone who disagrees with her. Men who think differently are misogynists. Women who think differently are victims. Only Watson herself has the right to speak on behalf of both genders, shaming one and patronizing another, all over a perceived belief that she was “objectified” by a man who asked her to his room for “coffee” in what appears to be a slightly awkward yet polite way.

When you have a wider world view of real suffering and oppression, how can this be taken seriously? A better question: Why should it be taken seriously?

Enter Phil Pliat:

In a blog post titled Richard Dawkins and male privilege, Pliat attempts to take Dawkins to task for his comment. You’ll have to read the back and forth to get the full context, because Dawkins follows up on his original comment with two more that clarify what he meant. It’s all here on the provided link.

Pliat rambles on about male privilege and then proceeds to get the vapors:

I can understand that it’s hard for men to truly grasp the woman’s point of view here, since men rarely feel in danger of sexual assault. But Jen McCrieght’s post, and many others, make it clear that to a woman, being alone on that elevator with that man was a potential threat, and a serious one. You may not be able to just press a button and walk away — perhaps he has a knife, or a gun, or will simply overpower you. When there’s no way to know, you err on the side of safety. And what makes this worse is that most men don’t understand this, so women are constantly put into situations ranging from uncomfortable to downright scary.

Put even more simply: this wasn’t a guy chewing gum at her. This was a potential sexual assault.

So you may not think anything bad happened to Rebecca on that elevator, but something bad did indeed happen. He didn’t have to physically assault her for the situation to be bad. The atmosphere in there was enough to make it bad. And Rebecca was absolutely right to talk about it and raise awareness of it.

I have never witnessed such a horrible case of twisted thinking, cognitive dissonance, and just pure stupidity from someone so intelligent.

Let me break this down for you again with the same tactic I used way upstream and you can determine whether or not it’s fair:

I can understand that it’s hard for black people to truly grasp the white person's point of view here, since black people rarely feel in danger of being robbed by whites. But Jen McCrieght's post, and many others, make it clear that to a white person, being alone on that elevator with that black person was a potential threat, and a serious one. You may not be able to just press a button and walk away — perhaps the black person has a knife, or a gun, or will simply overpower you. When there’s no way to know, you err on the side of safety. And what makes this worse is that most black people don’t understand this, so white people are constantly put into situations ranging from uncomfortable to downright scary.

Put even more simply: this wasn’t a black guy chewing gum at a white person. This was a potential mugging.

So you may not think anything bad happened to the white person on that elevator, but something bad did indeed happen. He didn’t have to mug the white person for the situation to be bad. The atmosphere in there was enough to make it bad. And the white person was absolutely right to talk about it and raise awareness of it.

I’m not prepared to say that Pliat is an idiot. But his statement goes beyond idiocy. It’s reprehensible.

If Pliat believes, actually believes, that all women must be protected from being alone with a man she does not know on a 40-second elevator ride because just him BEING THERE makes the “atmosphere bad,” then he’s a sexist fool. It demonizes all men and infantilizes all women in one fell swoop. As I said above, nobody (man or woman) should ever submit to being talked to like that.

If Pliat believes, actually believes, that the situation Watson described was a “potential sexual assault,” then he is a dangerous sexist fool and I cannot understand for one moment why anyone would take him seriously on any subject thereafter. What he is espousing is worse than any kind of religious fundamentalism I’ve ever run up against.

Following his logic, any woman is a potential prostitute.

It’s meaningless to the point of absurdity, and offensive to any person who values reason and intellect. How someone could twist their way into that way of thinking confounds me. There is nothing else I can say but shame on him. And I mean that. His conduct is shameful and it’s right that people are calling him out on it.

To kind of wind this back and forth up (up to this point, anyway), we’ll end where we started, with Rebecca Watson.

In a July 5 post titled The Privilege Delusion, Watson gets in her jabs against Dawkins:

Well, PZ Myers, Jen McCreight, Phil Plait, Amanda Marcotte, Greg Laden, Melissa McEwan and others have all already said it, but I figured I should post this for the record: yes, Richard Dawkins believes I should be a good girl and just shut up about being sexually objectified because it doesn’t bother him. Thanks, wealthy old heterosexual white man!”

This is just pathetic and lazy and … OK, I’m running out of pejorative adjectives.

Feel free to read the rest of the post, because it really is quite the education, but I’ll just comment on the paragraph above before I move on to my closing comments about this whole brouhaha.

And again, please note, Watson is using the term “objectified,” here. Not “harassed,” not “threatened,” not “scared” or “uncomfortable” or “in danger” or “rape” or “assault.” “Objectified.”

Of course, Dawkins didn’t say or imply anything of the kind. As I stated above, he was adding a bit of perspective to the discussion. Agree or disagree with the tone, the message is clear. He’s saying that if this is the worst you can come up with as a feminist, well, I don’t respect it, nor do I have time for it, but here, have a bit of my biting sarcasm, just because.

This needs to be said. You can feel like you were sexually objectified all you want. That’s your right. You can talk about it all you want. That, too, is your right. What you cannot do is demand that men change their behavior because you feel you were sexually objectified, especially when there are plenty of women in the world who would not feel sexually objectified under the same conditions.

You cannot claim to speak for half the human population in defining what is and what is not sexual objectification. I believe that individual women can make that decision on their own, thank you very much. We all know well enough now not to approach you in that manner, so you’ve made the job that much easier for all men.

You do not get to go around implying that because men have a penis they are just waiting to rape you in an elevator once they get the chance and not expect people to go ape-shit crazy about it. The very idea is sexist.

You do not get to make a huge deal of how you are a sexually liberated, hot, geeky girl who talks about science and atheism and cool nerdy stuff, via pin-up calendars, sexual innuendo, sexually charged discussions, being overly flirtatious and then cry foul when someone actually dares to approach you based on your sexuality. If you are really concerned about not being perceived as a sexual object for men, don’t promote yourself as a sexual object for men.

If this above paragraph is confusing, scroll up to the part where I wrote that any man or woman should feel absolutely free to express their sexuality nor should they feel they need to apologize for it. But, if it’s equality you’re after, you can’t have it both ways. Men are going to be sexually attracted to you. Some for your intellect, some for your body, some for both; and you would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to others for the same reasons.

Lastly, the “wealthy old heterosexual white man” comment makes me embarrassed for Watson.

I’m going to assume that Watson isn’t an overly affluent person, but given her status in the community and the number of speaking engagements she attends (worldwide), along with other gigs, I would guess that she does alright for herself. But, let’s just say for argument’s sake that she makes around $50,000 per year.

At that rate, she is richer than about 97 percent of the world’s population.

Sure, Dawkins might be a tad wealthier. Let’s say he’s worth $50 million dollars, and I imagine that’s an over-estimation. That would make him about 98 percent richer than the rest of the world’s population.

Kind of changes things when put in perspective, no?

As a woman, Watson will statistically outlive Dawkins (in overall years). And, as such, her life expectancy is greater than almost every other human on the face of the earth (in the aggregate).

Unless I missed something, Watson is white, too, is she not?

I assume she’s heterosexual, but I could be wrong.

So, in perspective, the only real difference we are looking at here, is gender, right?

And, I don’t see anyone rushing to Dawkins’s side of the argument because he’s a man. I do see a whole lot of that on Watson’s side, which is interesting to me. It’s not what she’s saying or even how she’s saying it that’s being defended. It’s because she’s a woman, and women should never, ever have to be in the situation where they are alone in an elevator with a man who awkwardly, yet politely asks her for “coffee,” ‘cause that man is a potential rapist. And he’s creepy. And he objectified her. And, blah, blah, blah, blah …

So, who’s the person with privilege, here?

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What Depression Is
April 14, 2011 — 5:59 pm

Depression is an agglutinative affliction, combining unease and malaise. It shirks confidence and pushes it towards the bottom of a medicinal bottle, where it lingers, offering an unworthy and self-destructive release.

It’s a weary temptation, crowding out the rational, promising the unattainable.

When its shadow crosses my mind, I attempt to throw my thoughts towards the sublime. A remembrance of fingers interlocked, resting on the center console of the car, in perfect unilateral symmetry, her thumb resting slightly, effeminately upon my own.

When that fails. And, it will fail; I turn towards a path in the autumnal woods, treading lightly upon halcyon leaves not yet turned to dust; the air slightly penetrating, carrying the sound of my footfalls throughout creation, daring another soul to reach out towards its origin.

These paths are well worn. Distant footprints from past episodes are mutely present; some meandering, some following a well traveled groove. Trenchant and indecisive shadows of journeys past intermingle, recreating muted synaptic firing, retarding serotonin uptake.

This is where depression takes me, shrouded in reds and golds, the surrounding trees perpetually shedding their life-force, catching me in a rain of falling chlorophyll starved leaves, spreading themselves upon the forest floor as a dryer fresh blanket is snapped upon a waiting bed, smoothed out at the corners by still warm hands, gently patting down unsightly lumps that fight against conformity.

It’s an indulgence that lulls one to complacency, a siren song willing you to rest your nodding head upon your breast, shushing you with a whispering lullaby. Sleep. Sleep. There’s always tomorrow. Sleep.

One must always fight this, one must always lift leaden legs and begin to stomp through the woods, crashing into the scenery, making a mockery of, and destroying the landscape.

One must make this place uninhabitable, turn a cold eye towards it and tear down its facade.

It’s a battle. It’s always a battle. It’s the ineluctable and unwanted chore of turning against yourself, mocking that part of you that wishes to ablate. The strongest part of you must reach down to the bottom of that medicinal bottle and torch the leaves, kill the landscape. One must be unmerciful about the matter.

One must always hope that others hear your baleful footfalls carried over a penetrating breeze.

Though it stoops, the diminutive must not be allowed to conquer.

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The Language of Markets
April 14, 2011 — 4:29 pm

Diane Ravitch of NYU talks with EconTalk host Russ Roberts about the ideas in her new book, The Death and Life of the Great American School System: How Testing and Choice Are Undermining Education.

Click here for the podcast and the supplementary information.

Here’s the money quote from the very end of the discussion:

I think the problem with what I would call a market language rather than a market process is that, too often, government policy takes the language of markets, which is fundamentally about incentives, which is what this is about, and then tries to graft them into institutional arrangements where there’s no market process. There’s bureaucracy or government mandates, and the incentives are supposed to then be tailored and tweaked so that it looks like…acts like a market, because it has these incentives. And, the problem is without the full range of effects, it doesn’t work at all.

It reminds me of the California energy market, when they tried to use incentives to allocate energy, but they didn’t have a market. It was a government created market. And, it seems we’re are doing that in education, that the main beneficiaries are the people who, as we talked about earlier, who fund the…who create the circular ad-ons, the consulting, the training, all the bells and whistles. They don’t get to the students. And, yet, it has the language of markets, so people like me are going to be lured into thinking, ‘well, they’re incentives, so it’s just like a market.’ But, it’s not. And, there’s no fundamental process that allows those market improvements to take place.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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Burn This Post
April 4, 2011 — 7:20 pm

William Roper: So, now you give the Devil the benefit of law!
Sir Thomas More: Yes! What would you do? Cut a great road through the law to get after the Devil?
William Roper: Yes, I’d cut down every law in England to do that!
Sir Thomas More: Oh? And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned ’round on you, where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat? This country is planted thick with laws, from coast to coast, Man’s laws, not God’s! And if you cut them down, and you’re just the man to do it, do you really think you could stand upright in the winds that would blow then? Yes, I’d give the Devil benefit of law, for my own safety’s sake!

—A Man for All Seasons by Robert Bolt

In 1919, Oliver Wendell Holmes proclaimed that you cannot “shout fire in a crowded theater.” The ignorant, the credulous and the cynical have been misusing that phrase ever since. The argument usually follows a well defined euphemistic process:

Person X says something offensive or inflammatory. Person Y denounces not person X but rather his speech by saying, “there is no such thing as free speech. You can’t shout fire in a crowded theater.” Implied is that speech is already restricted, so there’s no problem in restricting it further for whatever the reason du jour.

I’ve heard this argument from both sides of the political spectrum.

Here’s the thing. Justice Holmes was using the ‘fire in a theater’ analogy to refer to speech that had no “conceivable useful purpose,” or was “extremely or inherently dangerous.” In this case, the speech in question were fliers handed out in Yiddish opposing the draft for Mr. Wilson’s war. (In case you missed it, Mr. Wilson is the great “Progressive” president that oversaw a government apparatus of which Josesph McCarthy could only dream, longingly.)

Is this perfectly clear? Justice Holmes, with the full weight of the judicial branch behind him, with enthusiastic support from the executive branch, ruled that any verbal or written opposition to war was of no purpose and was extremely dangerous, essentially nullifying any First Amendment rights on the issue. Many hundreds of people languished in prison for long periods of time for the “crime” of “shouting fire in a crowded theater,” and this is inevitably the problem with arguments from authority or arguments from tradition. They almost always lead back to Yiddish-speaking pacifists. Please remember this the next time one of your friends feels the need to use this canard in any future discussions about speech.

I am going to be unequivocal in what I say next. There will be no genuflection. There will be no apologies. I ask for no quarter and welcome all challengers on the subject.

I will stand up for and next to mentally ill, idiotic, book-burning pastors with all the ignorant religiosity and disgustingly offensive things they stand for before I’ll give one nod of acknowledgment to the likes of Senators Harry Reid and Lindsey Graham (Democrat and Republican, respectively) and their pusillanimous simpering; anytime, anywhere.

When Harry Reid says, “We’ll take a look at this of course … as to whether we need hearings or not, I don’t know,” I say, “It’s none of your business. It’s none of the government’s business.” Not only should Harry Reid be fundamentally embarrassed for uttering such a statement, his constituency should be incredibly alarmed.

When Lindsey Graham says, “I wish we could find a way to hold people accountable. Free speech is a great idea, but we’re at war,” my response is to ask, “when are we NOT at war?” I will also go on to say that in all of human history, nothing thoughtful or nuanced has ever been uttered after the phrase, “Free speech is a great idea, but. …”

Any bien pensant has more than a few choice words for the likes of Pastor Terry Jones and his ilk. He has expressed his First Amendment rights, as is his birthright, and we fight him in kind, with … wait for it … free speech. That’s how it works. We want people like Terry Jones and his maniacal followers in the light of day. We dare not use the force of government to censor him, for fear of driving him underground to fester, to lend him credence. That’s how it works in an enlightened, secular, civil society. When offended, we do not go around beheading people. We do not rend our clothes and beat our breasts. There are no overwrought gesticulations. We go to the public square, without hindrance of or succor from the government, and we fight it out.

It needs to be said. Clichéd euphemisms do not need protection. They are banal and lazy, but rarely offensive. We fight these battles at the desolate outer fringes of respectability. We do this because we understand that to censor speech is to set up a chair in the anteroom of all our minds, inviting any petty bureaucrat to have a seat. Whom do you trust to take on such a role? Senator Harry Reid? Senator Lindsey Graham? Who among your friends would you appoint the gatekeeper to your thoughts?

Burn a book? I would stand on the side of any person who burned every beloved word of William Faulkner if it demonstrated how serious I am about free speech. I say that with no small amount of emotion. Just the thought of it makes me tear up.

I do not wish to have the devil turn on me and, in turn, have no protection, all the laws of the land laid low.

Shame on those who think otherwise, whatever their political ideology.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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A Flagging Stupidity
May 20, 2010 — 4:23 pm

“The essential difficulty of pedagogy lies in the impossibility of inducing a sufficiency of superior men and women to become pedagogues. Children, and especially boys, have sharp eyes for the weaknesses of the adults set over them. It is impossible to make boys take seriously the teaching of men they hold in contempt.” — H.L. Mencken

For the most part, the out-of-proportion response to the suspension of five juveniles for wearing clothing emblazoned with American flags to school on Cinco de Mayo is all over but the shouting. Though this incident serves as incredibly effective fodder for the ever increasingly silly (and almost wholly invented) culture war being waged at the fringes, it also reminds those of us less prone to “the vapors” to recognize what’s important in cases such as these … and it is a central libertarian theme.

Sometimes we are put in the position where we feel obligated to defend stupidity.

Let’s not be coy about it. The act of donning over-the-top patriotic garb on Cinco de Mayo was an act of adolescent sophistry. Not that I’m opposed to such actions, were it aimed in the proper direction. But this was not an act aimed against an authority or unjust policy. It was simply aimed to, well … disrupt. Being such, it was impolite, uncouth, and a bit stupid. Certainly not an action that would elicit my sympathies. Until, that is, the Man stepped in and screwed everything up.

When the principal of the California school got involved, things got a bit surreal. Telling the students that they were welcome to wear such accoutrements any other day other than Cinco de Mayo, said principal immediately made himself out to be a bit of a buffoon. When he suspended the boys for the day and sent them home, he unwittingly thrust himself and the entire brouhaha into the national spotlight, proving to everyone in America what children have known for ages: A school administrator wielding arbitrary power is an irresistible recipe for ridicule.

Don’t let’s get caught in these culture war traps. What these boys did was silly and unwarranted, a feat begging to be ignored. Any intelligent school administrator would have recognized this stunt for what it was, and acted appropriately — that is, not at all. What we have now is a principal (and the school administrators who backed him) worthy only of ridicule and censure.

Race and immigration policies are tangential, here. This is about restraint (the wisdom of knowing when to wield and when to yield the power you have) and personal responsibility, two capacities for which individuals could stand to develop more.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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Pop the Corn Bubble Burst
March 31, 2010 — 7:45 pm

When first I saw the headline “Israeli MP plans ‘popcorn law’ for movie munchers’,” I was sure the corresponding article would have something to do with either taxing or banning popcorn at movie theaters because of supposed health concerns.

It turns out, the reason given was much less nuanced and rather refreshingly honest:

Carmel Shama, from the governing Likud party, plans to bring the “popcorn law” for a vote when parliament returns from its Passover break next week, the mass-selling Yediot Aharonot newspaper reported Wednesday.

“We have to put an end to this. The public should not have to mortgage their houses for a soft drink and a snack,” Shama told the paper.

A large box of popcorn usually sells for about five dollars (four euros) at theatre concession stands, more than double what it costs at a supermarket and 10 times more than it would cost to make at home.

When I say “refreshingly honest,” I mean that there are no hidden overtones here. Carmel Shama doesn’t appear to be overly concerned with health. This doesn’t appear to be a redistribution scheme, where the proceeds from taxed popcorn would go into some government coffer. This is pure, straight-up theft.

This does raise an interesting question, however. Why is popcorn so expensive at the movie theater?

Economist Steven Landsburg isn’t so sure that it is. In chapter 16 (aptly named, “Why Popcorn Costs More at Movies”) of his book, The Armchair Economist, Steven Landsburg goes through a number of explanations for why the price of popcorn is as expensive as it is. The reasons may surprise you.

Intuitively, we would guess that the price of popcorn is high because once we enter the theater, we are a captive audience. They have, in effect, a monopoly on popcorn, since most theaters won’t allow outside food onto their premises. But, as Mr. Landsburg points out, at that point, the theater has a monopoly on pretty much everything within the sphere of its influence. There are no other restrooms, for example, other than those provided. There are no other drinking fountains or front row seats, etc… And yet, all of these conveniences come gratis with the ticket price. The reason for this is easy enough. Any ancillary charges once inside the theater would make said theater less attractive to customers. In order not to lose those customers, the theater would have to charge less for the ticket price. In essence, it’s a wash.

And so it may be for popcorn, as well. We pay higher prices for popcorn in order to pay lower prices for our tickets. But, in order to make prices attractive to all (popcorn munchers and popcorn abstainers alike), a happy medium must be found. This may be a matter of one part of the theater subsidizing another. Not everyone, after all, partakes in popcorn. They are only paying for the ticket to the movie and are therefore taking advantage of those who buy popcorn at a higher price point so ticket prices can economically be lower.

Another theory put forth by Mr. Landsburg suggests that since most movie goers go to movies in groups, it follows that some of them will want popcorn and some won’t. If a theater offers low popcorn prices and high ticket prices, those that don’t eat popcorn may not want to go. The same follows, visa-versa. The trick is to get both the popcorn and the ticket prices to a level both groups can agree upon.

This is economic theory backed up by the very theater owners that would be affected by such a law:

Yaacov Cohen, the owner of one of Israel’s largest theatre complexes, said owners made virtually no profit from ticket sales and would be hard pressed to survive if food sales were limited.

“It would destroy the entire industry,” he told Yediot.

Also, as a parting shot, it bears remembrance that those who trade $5 for a medium popcorn value the popcorn more than they do the $5. Even if said bags of popcorn sold at $100 per, the same holds true. And although the New Paternalists may have something to say about that (waiting periods for high-cost items, etc…), it is still a voluntary exchange, of nobody’s business but the two parties involved.

One last unintended consequence. Carmel Shama may well succeed in making high popcorn prices illegal. If so, people will no longer have to worry about mortgaging “their houses for a soft drink and a snack”. They’ll be doing that just to buy a ticket. Either that, or a whole lot of movie theaters will be going under.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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Noncensus
March 29, 2010 — 9:06 pm

If you’ve had occasion to listen to the radio for any amount of time recently, you’ve probably heard the slew of commercials about the ongoing Census. What you’ll hear, unfortunately, is not an explanation of the original purpose of the census, but instead a rather inane and commonly incorrect interpretation of basic economics.

The one I hear most goes something like this (and I’m paraphrasing):

Imagine you live in a growing city approaching one thousand people. Imagine a transportation system that has 3 buses. If you don’t fill out the census, how will we know if we need more buses? Do you want to be on a really crowded bus? Of course not! Fill out your census so we can know how many people live here so we can buy more buses!

I’m not as droll as the narrator of this piece, but I can attest that this is the thrust of the argument. If you don’t fill out the census, public transportation will become ineffectual because, well, apparently that whole “three overly crowded buses” in a small metropolitan area is not enough to signal to the powers that be that…”hey, we need more buses!”

Ironically, what this commercial hints at is the complete failure of centralized planning (a rather funny unintended consequence). A public transit system needs a form filled out every 10 years letting them know how many people live in the area in order to function? Really?

Would several competing, privately owned mass transit companies need this information? Of course not. Private companies pay attention to the ‘signaling’ their costumers telegraph their way. It’s not too difficult to literally SEE buses becoming overcrowded. What inferences would you draw from that observation? Perhaps it’s time to put another bus on the road?

If markets were more fully involved in supplying transit services, when people demand more buses, the market will provide more buses, until supply and demand meet at a parity. But that’s another post altogether. I just can’t tell if this propagation of incorrect economics is willful or just ignorant. Perhaps both?

Edit: Marginal Revolution just picked up on this phenomenon, independent of myself.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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Rent-Seeking Potheads
March 28, 2010 — 12:59 am

I honestly could not initially decide whether or not to post this, as I could not determine if it was a hoax or parody (a la The Onion). But the more I thought of it, the more plausible it seemed.

Outlaw pot farmers in Calif. fear legalization could actually hurt their business:

“The legalization of marijuana will be the single most devastating economic event in the long boom-and-bust history of Northern California,” said Anna Hamilton, 62, a Humboldt County radio host and musician who said her involvement with marijuana has mostly been limited to smoking it for the past 40 years.

Local residents are so worried that pot farmers came together with officials in Humboldt County for a standing-room-only meeting Tuesday night where civic leaders, activists and growers brainstormed ideas for dealing with the threat. Among the ideas: turning the vast pot gardens of Humboldt County into a destination for marijuana aficionados, with tours and tastings — a sort of Napa Valley of pot.

The irony is deliciously delicious…in so many ways. But, foregoing all that, this is basically an issue of rent seeking. People who deal in black-market goods are protected from the ‘legal’ market. Not only do the goods they are producing/trading have an unnaturally high price point, they are shielded from competition from the free market. If anyone can get into the pot growing business, prices will dramatically fall. Some of the former illegal growers will then be priced completely out of the market.

We see this type of rent seeking behavior every day. Groups from manicurists and hair stylists to HVAC repairmen to interior decorators insist on licensure laws as requirements to enter their professions.

Those doing the rent seeking will nearly almost always claim that these types of licensure laws are needed so that only qualified people get the job. It’s a safety issue. Or a quality issue. Or, well, pick your reason.

In truth, it’s none of those. Rent seeking protects jobs using the force of government by way of restrictive fees and time-costing measures. It protects the few at the cost of hurting everyone else by way of decreased competition, higher prices and fewer employed people. You have a limited amount of money and you want to become a florist? Do you have the right license? Have you paid enough fees and attended enough classes? Sorry, you’re now priced out of the market. Some select florists benefit; the aggregate suffers.

But back to the rent seeking pot farmers of Humboldt County, California. Not only are their actions unbelievably immoral, they’re frightfully hilarious. The whole thing reminds me of the Simpsons episode where Homer Simpson is bullied out of the chiropractic market:

Steve: [walks in] Simpson! You’re not a licensed chiropractor, and you’re stealing patients from me and from Dr. Steffi.

Homer: Boy, talk about irony. The AMA tries to drive you guys out of business, now you’re doing the same to me. Think about the irony.

Steve: [grabs Homer by the collar] You’ve been warned. Stop chiropracting.

Homer: Not unless you think about the irony.

As pot legalization becomes more likely, I would expect to see more of this type of behavior. Just remember, the behavior is equally ridiculous when applied to interior decorators or florists, or the nearly other 30% of the workforce that requires licensure.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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Environmental Polylogism
March 26, 2010 — 7:04 pm

Does cognitive brain function determine your belief in anthropogenic global warming? Or, rather, do your political beliefs determine your cognitive brain function? George Lakoff, professor of Cognitive Science and Linguistics at UC Berkeley would like you to believe so.

Over a span of several articles on the subject, Professor Lakoff attempts to explain what he calls global warming denial as problem of ‘framing’ the discussion; meaning, well…several things:

In a May, 2009 article on the Huffington Post titled, “Why Environmental Understanding, or “Framing,” Matters: An Evaluation of the EcoAmerica Summary Report,” Professor Lakoff says:

How the environment is understood by the American public is crucial: it vastly affects the future of our earth and every living being on it.

The technical term for understanding within the cognitive sciences is “framing.” We think, mostly unconsciously, in terms of systems of structures called “frames.” Each frame is a neural circuit, physically in our brains. We use our systems of frame-circuitry to understand everything, and we reason using frame-internal logics. Frame systems are organized in terms of values, and how we reason reflects our values, and our values determine our sense of identity. In short, framing is a big-deal.

All of our language is defined in terms of our frame-circuitry. Words activate that circuitry, and the more we hear the words, the stronger their frames get. But if our language does not fit our frame circuitry, it will not be understood, or will be misunderstood.

That is why it matters how we talk about our environment.

It’s worth it to read the entire article to really see what Professor Lakoff is driving at, here. Framing is a ‘big deal’ because it is basically the storage space where ‘input’ is translated into ‘output’. Apart from the first sentence, regarding the environment (I’ll get to that in a bit), I have no particular argument with this line of thinking since, admittedly, my knowledge of cognitive scientific theory is spotty, at best.

I do, however, know a little bit about praxeology, being a rational person (in an economic sense) who voluntarily interacts with other rational people (a society!). Where Professor Lakoff looses me (and veers off into dangerous nonsense) is when he abandons hard science for pseudo-Freudian theory.

In February, 2010, Professor Lakoff wrote the following in: A Good Week for Science (Or, What Eating Worms Reveals About Politics):

All three results follow from a cognitive science study called Moral Politics, which I published in 1996 and was reprinted in 2002. There I observed that conservatives and liberals had opposite moral worldviews structured by metaphor around two profoundly different models of the ideal family, a strict father family for conservatives and a nurturant parent family for liberals. In the ideal strict father family, the world is seen as a dangerous place and the father functions as protector from “others” and the parent who teaches children absolute right from wrong by punishing them physically (painful spanking or worse) when they do wrong. The father is the ultimate authority, children are to obey, and immoral practices are seen as disgusting.

Ideal liberal families are based on nurturance, which breaks down into empathy, responsibility (for both oneself and others) and excellence — doing as well as one can to make oneself better and one’s family and community better. Parents are to practice these things and children are to learn them by example.

Because our first experience with being governed in is our families, we all learn a basic metaphor: A Governing Institution Is A Family, where the governing institution can be a church, a school, a team, or a nation. The Nation-as-Family version gives us the idea of founding fathers, Mother India and Mother Russia, the Fatherland, Homeland Security, etc.

Apply these monolithically to our politics and you get extreme conservative and progressive moral systems, defining what is right and wrong to each side.

There are a couple of ideas put forth here that strike me as wrong-headed. We of ‘conservative’ political ideology (I’m assuming Professor Lakoff is lumping anyone who is not ‘progressive’ into this realm, which, in effect, is a false dichotomy, and rather meaningless as there are plenty of Republicans who don’t have a conservative bone in their body) tend to believe that Liberalism* is a philosophy that cannot help but lead to overly patriarchal forms of government. (Communism, Socialism, Fascism, Stalinism, Maoism, etc… are all movements from the Left). That, essentially, is what we are always railing against.

*The word Liberalism is used here to describe a leftest ideology. I do notice, however, that Professor Lakoff has cleverly ‘framed’ his own language throughout his writings. He consistently refers to Liberals as Progressives (never the left-wing). Conservatives are still conservatives and often the “right-wing”. Historically aware people may find this a bit curious as the term “Progressive” was once proudly used by the most racist, war-mongering, intolerant group of people our country has ever witnessed. 100 years ago, “Progressives” got us into World War I, outlawed dissent, outlawed alcohol, banished African Americans from federal employment, purposely starved to death thousands of Germans after the November 11 armistice was signed, censored newspapers and the mails and generally acted like the worst kind of abusive parent. Not to mention their “enlightened” view on eugenics, an idea supported by a majority of scientists and politicians of the day (sound familiar?). A policy so repugnant, it led directly and irrevocably to the gas chambers in Hitler’s Germany.

I would be wary to hitch my wagon to such a term.

Secondly, this strikes me as an example of polylogism; the “belief that different people or groups of people have different forms of logic.” This is a collectivist idea most famously used by Karl Marx when he referred to proletarian logic vs. bourgeoisie logic.

Ludwig von Mises addresses this form of polylogism in Chapter 2 of his book, Human Action:

Marxian polylogism asserts that the logical structure of the mind is different with the members of various social classes. Racial polylogism differs from Marxian polylogism only in so far as it ascribes to each race a peculiar logical structure of mind and maintains that all members of a definite race, no matter what their class affiliation may be, are endowed with this peculiar logical structure.

There is no need to enter here into a critique of the concepts social class and race as applied by these doctrines. It is not necessary to ask the Marxians when and how a proletarian who succeeds in joining the ranks of the bourgeoisie changes his proletarian mind into a bourgeois mind. It is superfluous to ask the racists to explain what kind of logic is peculiar to people who are not of pure racial stock. There are much more serious objections to be raised.

Allow me to rewrite that last paragraph in more modern terms, with apologies to Lugwig von Mises:

There is no need to enter here into a critique of the concept political belief as applied by these doctrines. It is not necessary to ask the Progressives when and how a leftist who succeeds in joining the ranks of conservatism or libertarianism changes his liberal mind into a conservative/libertarian mind. It is superfluous to ask the Progressives to explain what kind of logic is peculiar to people who are not of pure progressive thought. There are much more serious objections to be raised.

In any case, this is all a pretext. To get back to the original intent of this article, what astonishes Professor Lakoff the most is the simple fact that there are individuals out there who are skeptical (he uses the blanket term ‘deniers’) of anthropogenic global warming.

Professor Lakoff is further quoted in this article:

“It relates directly (to global warming) because conservatives tend to feel that the free market should be unregulated and (that) environmental regulations are immoral and wrong,” Lakoff said.

“And what they try to do is show that the science is wrong and that the argument is wrong, based on the science. So when it comes back to science, they try to debunk the science,” Lakoff said.

On the other hand, he added, liberals’ cognitive process allows them to be “open-minded.”

“Liberals say, ‘Look seriously at the science and look at whether people are going to be harmed or not and whether the world is going to be harmed,’” Lakoff said.

Lakoff, however, said that “99.999 percent of the science is final” on global warming and, in fact, the term “climate change” should be changed to “climate crisis” to more accurately describe the phenomenon.

“Climate crisis says we had something to do with it and we better act fast because that’s the reality,” Lakoff said

There are plenty of excellent reasons to be highly skeptical of Professor Lakoff’s claim that “99.999 percent of the science is final”. (How do you empirically come up with such a statement about science, anyway?). Trying to explain all this away by claiming conservatives and liberals are cognitively different smacks of metaphysical desperation.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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We Are All Children, Now
March 24, 2010 — 12:46 pm

Like I said yesterday, when everybody is responsible for everybody else, the logical outcome is, well, this:

Proposal to ban toys in unhealthy kids’ meals

“One in three kids are overweight or are obese, and we’re finding out more and more that if you’re obese as a child, you’re going to have health problems your entire life,” said Yeager.

In an effort to combat the nation’s epidemic of childhood obesity, Supervisor Yeager is proposing Santa Clara County create an ordinance regulating fast food restaurants’ ability to offer toys or other incentives with kids’ meals.

“Ten out of 12 meals that are associated with the promotional toys are the high-caloric, high-fat, high-sodium meals,” said Yeager.

No empirical scientific data is alluded to. We are to take it at face value that giving toys away with children’s fast food meals is…bad. According to Mr. Yeager, it’s bad because these meals are “high-caloric, high-fat, high-sodium meals.”

Here’s a list of proposed questions for Mr. Yeager:

-What scientific studies have been conducted proving a correlation between fast-food toys and childhood obesity?

-If no scientific studies have been conducted, are we just talking about a feel-good, anecdotal trope, here?

-What experience to you have, personally, with the science of nutrition and obesity?

-What other items that are ‘bad for you’ are you willing to ban?

-Do you feel you have a right in assisting me in determining the choices I make for my children?

-If yes, why?

-Do you lay awake at night, fists clenched, with the knowledge that somewhere, somebody is enjoying themselves beyond your scope of control? (My apologies to H.L. Mencken).

The article ends thusly:

Supervisor Yeager expects such a public health ordinance banning fast-food toy incentives could draw a challenge from the California Restaurant Association, but that it would legally fall under the health and safety codes.

If it is passed, this would be the first such legislation in the nation.

It will be the first, but it most assuredly will not be the last. We are all children, now.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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Unintended Consequences II
March 23, 2010 — 9:19 pm

I wrote earlier this evening about some possible unintended consequences of the newly signed health care legislation. While attending my daughter’s orchestral debut, I thought of a few more.

-An increase in the Nanny State.

I first heard this argument put forth in my Junior year at high school: “Seat belts should be mandatory because we pay for the uninsured drivers who would get hurt without wearing them.” Since then, this argument has taken on more manifestations than I care to acknowledge. We need to regulate trans-fats, salt, cigarettes, cigars, MSG, butter, alcohol, fast cars, ad infinitum…for the same reason.

It’s about to get a whole lot worse. ‘We’ not only pay for the uninsured, now, ‘we’ pay for everybody. Since ‘we’ pay for everybody, ‘we’re’ now responsible for everybody’s health.

This is in no way hyperbolic. It’s happening right now: Brooklyn Dem Felix Ortiz wants to ban use of salt in New York restaurants.

As absurd as this sounds (and we’ve all had our laugh), his reasoning is ominous:

Ortiz says his bill is designed to save lives, just like laws that ban the use of trans fats and require chain restaurants to post nutrition information.

“It’s time for us to take a giant step,” Ortiz said yesterday. “We need to talk about two ingredients of salt: health care costs and deaths.”

He claims billions of dollars and thousands of lives would be saved if salt was taken off the menu altogether.

On second thought, perhaps this consequence won’t be so unintended, after all.

-People are going to get sicker and more obese

There is good reason to believe that the fault of our country’s current “obesity crisis” can be placed directly at the feet of well-intentioned governmental interference based on incorrect science. If we can expect the government to have an ever increasing role in what we can and cannot put into our bodies (see above), it follows that people will be lead to the conclusion that the way to maintain a healthy diet is to decrease fatty foods (red meats, butter, natural fats, etc…) and increase the intake of complex carbohydrates in the form of grains (whole wheat breads, cereals, rice, oats). This is most certainly the exact wrong thing to do.

There is enough on that subject for a whole different post (one that I believe Eric will be undertaking, soon). For the purposes of this post, it will have to suffice to say that the current model (the government backed food pyramid) is based on wildly outdated and faulty science. But, even if you don’t believe that a low-carb, higher fat diet is the road to health, at least you had a choice in the matter. Doctors have slowly been coming around to the notion that low-carb lifestyles have terrific benefits. Can anyone doubt that obesity patients (and patients with Diabetes, blood sugar problems) will soon be robbed of those choices? If the government backed model is X, you can bet that when the government pays doctors who treat obese/diabetic patients that X will be the prescription. The result will be an inescapable negative feed-back loop.

-When everyone is forced to have health care insurance, only criminals won’t have health care insurance.

As snarky as that may sound, this legislation will make criminals out of a whole new class of people. It’s really rather simple. There are no provisions for those who want to opt out. If you’re a woman and you don’t want maternity coverage…tough. If you don’t want mental health coverage…tough. If you don’t want coverage at all, for reasons that, quite frankly, are none of anyone’s business…tough.

Oh, we’re assured (wink, wink) that nobody will actually end up in jail for not buying coverage, but don’t you believe them. The end result is always the same. It’s always force.

-We will see a sharp increase in mental health cases in this country.

Everyone must now be covered for mental health. This can be as innocuous as a couple of trips a year to your therapist or as serious as treatment for Schizophrenia or OCD or ADD. Psychotropic drugs (Prozac, etc…) will also be covered.

When something is universally offered at a price below market value, people are going to naturally take advantage of that something. I imagine we are going to see a rather steep incline in the number of people seen by mental health professionals. This, of course, leads to a whole separate Pandora’s Box of unintended consequences. How much more money will be funneled into mental health, thus creating another negative feed-back loop? More people see more mental health professionals, triggering more federal money pouring into the field of mental heath, triggering more people seeing mental health professionals, etc…

Also, will more people be forced to take psychotropic drugs either based on bad advice or against their will? That, too, may be a subject for a future post.

Unintended consequences are a powerful thing. I wish more people were able to think deeply about them before jumping on bandwagons, however well intentioned they may be.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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Unintended Consequences
March 23, 2010 — 5:14 pm

It seems appropriate to start my first entry on this blog with a quote from Henry Hazlitt, author of Economics in One Lesson, which is the inspiration for the name of this new adventure.

“The most frequent fallacy by far today, the fallacy that emerges again and again in nearly every conversation that touches on economic affairs, the error of a thousand political speeches, the central sophism of the new economics, is to concentrate on the short-run effects of policies on special groups and to ignore or belittle the long-run effects on the community as a whole.”

By far, the aspects of economics I pay attention to the most are those of Unintended Consequences and opportunity costs. When Hazlitt talks of “the short-run effects of policies on special groups and to ignore or belittle the long-run effects on the community as a whole”, Unintended Consequences and Opportunity Costs come into play

Several such consequences/costs come immediately to mind when thinking of the current Health Care bill recently passed by Congress and signed into law by President Obama.

-We can probably expect new innovations in medical science to stagnate.

We can never know what amazing technology will never be invented simply because the money or the incentive no longer exists to invent that technology. This points to Bastiat’s Broken Window Theory Fallacy, which simply states that though a broken window may unexpectedly enrich the window maker, it impoverishes the person who must now replace the window. His money could have been spent on something else, entirely.

-We can probably expect a new wave of crackdowns on immigration.

Though I have some problems with Milton Friedman, he had it exactly right when he said, “You cannot simultaneously have free immigration and a welfare state.” I understand that ‘illegal immigrants’ are not explicitly covered under this new legislation, and there is a good deal of economic proof that immigration is a net boon to the economy, but we must face some inconvenient truths. There is a strong movement in this country to give millions of immigrants ‘amnesty’, meaning they will not only be in the country legally, they will be on the first step to obtaining citizenship.

Do not misunderstand me, I applaud the efforts to make this happen as I agree with open borders/immigration. However, as the majority of elected Republicans are against this, if it is passed, it will be because of the Democrats. I do not mean to be cynical here, but the legalization and naturalization of millions of immigrants as a political movement coming from the Left has to be repaid somehow. Namely, there will be millions more in the Democratic party 10 years hence.

This will cause a huge, irrational backlash against immigration. An ‘unintended consequence”. Instead of attacking the welfare state, Republicans and others from the right will score points by fear-mongering and know-nothingness. We can assuredly expect the passage of a National ID bill sometime in the near future, and that’s not even mentioning the hundreds of millions of more dollars that will go towards “protecting the borders”.

It is going to be interesting to see how this plays out.

[Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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Prinicipal Idiocy
February 9, 2010 — 9:43 pm

I know I’m late with this, but when one comes across such blatant idiocy, one must point it out for what it is.

There’s not much that can be said here that hasn’t already been said. Evelyn Mastroianni certainly deserves to have her name linked to this in perpetuity. I am often gobsmacked at how utterly evil some adults can be. That’s a good word for Principal Mastroianni…evil. “Bully” and “Coward” don’t quite sum it up nicely enough. If you doubt it, consider the following:

“They made me sign a statement,” the tear-stained fourth-grader said. “She told me to write that I had a gun,” he said. “She said, ‘A gun is a gun’.”

Keep in mind, this child is 9 years old.

I think we can all agree that it is axiomatic that a Lego gun is not, in fact, a real gun. In this case, A is not A. That such a priori knowledge is not evident to a principal (all of whom have Doctorate degrees, if I’m not mistaken), is a perfect example of why we should not mistake education for intelligence or wisdom.

Principal Mastroianni has apologized to the boy, only after the news broke nationally. There is no indication she has lost her job, however. More’s the pity. One can hope that this experience will temper any further idiocy in the future. I’m not hopeful. It is my experience that such evil is not so easily assuaged.

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Camera Obscura
January 23, 2010 — 5:54 pm

My camera and I have a very interesting relationship. There are times when it feels as if it’s literally an extension of my body. No, that’s not right. There are times when it feels as if it’s literally an extension of my entire being. In those moments, time has no hold on me. I will spend hours composing one shot and feel none of the regular distractions of life. Hunger, thirst and weariness have no meaning. It’s what I imagine Zen feels like.

There are other times, however, when my camera feels no more than a brick in my hand. I have no connection to it. No matter what I do to get that shot, the camera will not cooperate.

This has a great deal to do with my personality. I’m much more comfortable in solitary situations than being surrounded by people. When I attempt to immerse myself in those kinds of situations, I find myself completely off center. The concept of taking pictures of perfect strangers (candid or not) is absolutly foreign to me. I envy those who are able/willing to pull that off.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been able to get some pretty good pictures in those situations, but even so, I don’t feel that same special connection to my camera as I would photographing an abandoned barn or a solitary trail in the woods, etc… When doing so, I’m able to take in all of my surroundings. I’m able to hear what is going on around me, breath in the air, feel the soil beneath my feet. I’m able to relax. It is then that my camera and I meld.

I don’t know what’s to be done. I often find myself in chaotic, loud situations, surrounded by chaotic, loud people. The introvert in me can always act the extroverted part, but it becomes much more complicated when one has a camera in one’s hands. The dichotomy becomes ever more strident. The camera either serves to connect you more with people OR to cut yourself off from them. Want to hold a psychological experiment? Put a camera in an introvert’s hands in a room full of people and see what happens. I’m telling you, it could go either way.

Anyway, back to the original point of this post. I don’t like feeling disconnected from my camera. It almost feels like a betrayal. (I know, I know…a bit hyperbolic). This almost leads me to believe that perhaps it’s a good idea to just occasionally leave the camera behind.

I know the camera won’t mind, but I have doubts about myself…

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This is Just to Say…an Homage
January 16, 2010 — 10:07 pm

H.L. Mencken once said, “A poet more than thirty years old is simply an overgrown child.”

I’m certainly over thirty years old, but I’m no poet. Though, occasionally I’ll jot something down.

I wrote this one several years ago and it’s still my favorite:

Stepping out on the threshold
The jostling of bodies
The whiff of cigarette smoke
The constant negotiations of con artists and whores
Beverly loves the night life

Wandering aimlessly, hardly caring about the destination
Catching a reflection in the Victrola store window
Cheap, sensible shoes
Pleated skirt
Eggshell blouse, a touch of rouge

She pretends to be thrown up against dark buildings
Hair mussed up, blouse ruffled
She speaks coyly to the man next to her
Brushes his hand off her shoulder
Walks away clicking her heels

Flapper girls dancing the Lindy
Gold coins a jinglin’
Pushing and pulling

In her bedroom she lies supine, almost satisfied
She quietly invites him to leave
Sighing, she falls into slumber, a vacant look crosses her face
Beverly loves the night life

Meh, it’s not Wadsworth, but it will do.

One of the most oft’ imitated poems is William Carlos Williams’, “This is Just to Say”:

This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Go to Google and type in “This is Just to Say Parody”, and you’ll see what I mean about imitation being the sincerest form of flattery.

I guess I’ll add to the corpus:

This is Just to Say (for William Carlos Williams)

I tried to listen
to the poem
you wrote
just for me

and really,
your intonation
was beautifully
melodic

Forgive me
it’s the ADD
look!
there’s a squirrel!

Eat your heart out, Charles Bukowski!

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I Am Vast…
January 12, 2010 — 7:25 pm

I often have counter-intuitive feelings when in large crowds. Rather than feeling boxed-in, it’s almost as if the space between me and the mass of humanity scrunched up against me is hyper-amplified. Though we all jostle for space, seeking out a vacuum to fit our bodily forms, brushing up against each other, sometimes brusquely, sometimes apologetically, those around me may as well be standing miles away; so disconnected I feel from them.

Some might call this a form of agoraphobia, but I’d disagree. I have absolutely no problem with public places, whether they be wide open or not. Neither do I feel claustrophobic or have any anxiety in crowds. It’s difficult to explain. I just feel, well…disjointed, somehow.

While up in Chicago this weekend attending the Camper Van Beethoven/Cracker concert, this feeling came over me very suddenly. For some reason, while standing in the crowd, I just could not figure out what to do with my hands. Do I put them in my pocket? Cross my arms in front of me? Raise them up in the air? Put them behind my back in the position of a modified Parade Rest?

It did not help that the extremely cute girl next to me was dancing lithely, without affectations. She even hip-checked me a few times with a sly, knowing smile. And there I stood, unable to figure out what to do with my hands. The space around me multiplied exponentially until, in a crowd of hundreds, I was alone. At one point, I became so flustered with the odd situation that I actually (God help me) put my hands up in the air and made the “devil horns” sign with my hands while yelling, “Woooooooooooooooooooooo!”.

When the concert was over, the cute girl next to me slid up, put her arm around my waist and half yelled in my ear, “Thanks for hanging out with me! I had a great time! I gotta go home, now!”

And then she was gone.

And I was left there. With my stupid hands. Which I happily put into my pockets, while walking towards the coat check room…smiling all the way.

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Staging the Scene
January 6, 2010 — 3:04 pm

As I have a specific film project in mind to kick off this summer, I’ve been contemplating differing ways to use the video camera to stage a scene. This has proven to be an interesting mental exercise as for three weeks (or so), I’ll be a one-man show. Meaning, I’ll be the actor, director, cinematographer, sound-guy and producer of this little project. Hell, I don’t even know if it will work; but there’s something both liberating and a bit scary about undertaking each of the roles listed above.

Alone.

I mean, I have to figure out all this stuff by myself.

Which brings me to a dilemma. Yesterday, while watching the show Man Vs. Wild with the girls, I realized exactly what I did not like about the show (not the genre of show, which I love, but that specific program).

The whole thing is staged.

Unlike some other shows of the same sort, Bear Grylls is never in any real danger. He has a full camera crew stalking him at all times. This is illustrated by the oh, so cleaver ways the editing team makes sure you realize this from show to show (the camera man’s shadow, Bear talking off screen, etc…). This is done (post-edit) so you have a hint that even though there’s all this drama, there’s no real danger. So yeah, when he’s scaling that canyon wall, there’s a guy with a camera right next to him shooting the footage. Which leads me to ask, no matter how dangerous Bear makes his plight out to be, (with dramatic music effects and that heightened, slightly stressed out voice of his) I’m always thinking to myself…”Dude! There’s a guy(s) right next to you filming the whole thing, doing the same things you are..with a camera rig in their hands! How freaking hard can that be?”.

I don’t know if this is fair or not. But, really, it all just points back to my dislike of “staged scenes”. Even in photography, I try to avoid this. I’d rather catch something in its natural state rather than position something to make it look appealing. I’ve seen plenty of breath-taking photographs that, in the end, I’ve devalued simply because they were “staged”. I don’t know what this says about me. I don’t know if this is a simple preference or something much deeper. But, it does present a problem.

There are a couple of scenes I want to film during this upcoming journey of mine that, unfortunately, will require some amount of staging. These will be poignant, slightly emotional vignettes. The only way I can capture these scenes if to set up the camera and “stage the scene”. Something that is meant to be an impromptu moment will actually be planned out. Those heart-felt words or actions will have been thought over for months ahead of time.

That seems like cheating to me. But, pursuing other solo documentaries, I see that this technique is done all the time.

I wonder how they come to terms with it.

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Lomography
January 3, 2010 — 3:34 pm

From the book, Diana F+, More True Tales & Short Stories:

The Diana loves the little things. It loves breakfast, your dog, your boyfriend or girlfriend, that crazy hat in the window, the unbelievable morning traffic, those gummed up salt shakers, a blazing afternoon sun, your nose when it’s all close-up an blurry, the shoes that you didn’t buy, and your hamburger-champion uncle. It’s lightweight body feels good next to yours, and it doesn’t bog you down with a lot of weight…

I got one of these beauties about a month ago, but haven’t tried it out, yet. I can’t wait.

In the meantime, there’s always the Diana Gallary.

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What Did You Do Today?
January 3, 2010 — 11:45 am

I’ve had this blog since 2003 and have never really thought of it as any more than an outlet for what I may be thinking/feeling at the moment. As I am wont to do, I have engaged in a few abortive attempts at something larger throughout the years (blogging the bible, one photo a day, 1001 Journals project, etc…). I don’t regret that. I often shoot for something and end up wide instead of deep, meaning I gain just enough experience from something to sate me…then I move on. I’ve been this way for as long as I remember and I don’t regret it. My ability to shift focus rapidly has served me well over the years, though it’s been a source of great frustration and amusement for those close to me.

The above, of course, is a symptom of ADD; something I’ve lived with all my life. When I was younger, the condition completely ruled me. A child psychologist once recommended that I be put on Ritalin (something my mother disregarded, thank God) and when in class, a screen be put around me so I would not be distracted by the other children. I repeated the 2nd grade. It seems I had “great potential” but just couldn’t sit still long enough to get through the lessons. I was always the odd one out…the one the other kids beat for sport. That all changed by the time I was 14 or so. I learned to fight back. I learned to use wit and intuition to be likable. Later, I learned to relax and just kind of be myself…a confidence born from bloodied knuckles and a knack for comedy. In those years I made some of the best friends of my life. Friends I still talk with on a weekly basis.

But, nothing has ever cured me of paying attention to things that bore me. And, brother (sister), school bored me. I graduated high school with the lowest GPA possible. I’m still proud of that fact. It was the same with college. I really did try my hardest. I did. But, in the end, it bored me. I realized later that I simply cannot abide being told what I should and should not learn. If something does not interest me, it’s not worth my time. That’s just simply the essence of me.

This is how my mind works. I once saw the line, “Hell is other people”, while reading a newspaper one day. Sure, most anyone educated in the Liberal Arts should understand this reference right off. I, however, did not, but it spoke to the introvert in me. So, being intrigued, I searched the net. I then went out and bought three books by Jean-Paul Sarte and read them all. A week later something else caught my attention. And, so it goes. Like I said, my vision is miles wide.

But, sometimes it’s deep as well. In spite of all this hopping about from one subject to another, I have had some constants in my life. The over-arching constant is a passion for learning. The specific things I focus on more than others are: art, photography, literature, science, languages and traveling. One can see that by looking back on this blog over the past several years. I imagine I’ll be following these pursuits for the rest of my life.

Which kind of brings me back to the beginning of this post. As I said, I never really thought of this blog as anything more than a “snapshot in time”. “Hey! This is what I’m thinking right now!”. But, I’m starting to realize that it can be so much more. It can be used as a tool to help strengthen my focus on those things above that I love so.

There are several projects bouncing around in my head at the moment and I don’t want them to bounce away…they really are great ideas. So, I think I’ll start using this space to document what I’m working on. Perhaps this will keep me on track to completion. Perhaps it will allow others to provide encouragement.

Perhaps.

When dusk starts to encroach, the eyelids get heavy and the labors of the day are behind….when I inevitably ask myself, “What did you do today”.

I don’t ever want the answer to be, “Not much”.

. . . Read more!

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Dispatches From … Which, Till Recently, Came From Afghanistan #1
December 25, 2009 — 11:14 am

Subject: Home!

For those of you not on Facebook…I’m home! And none to soon as a winter storm came in last night while I was sleeping.

I’ll write more later. For now, I have to figure out how to go get some food. :)

Merry Christmas, everyone!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #37
December 21, 2009 — 10:46 am

Subject: Leaving Kabul

Greetings, all!
Well, tonight is my last night in Kabul. I’m catching a flight out of here tomorrow. The next challenge is to get from here to Qatar, which could take a couple of days. Once I’m in Qatar, I’ll be looking at changing my flight so I can get to the states a little earlier than I expected. Christmas, anyone?

So, I spent the past two days saying my good-byes and getting everything in order here. I’ve made a ton of new friends here…and I’m very sad to be leaving them. I am, however, excited to be coming home to my old friends (and some new ones).

Thank you everyone for making my deployment that much easier by staying in touch and giving me well-wishes when they were needed.

I can’t wait to see and talk to you all when I get back.

Merry Christmas!!

And, to that little red-headed girl…write me back! :P

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #36
December 15, 2009 — 2:50 am

Subject: Everything is fine

Just so everyone knows, I’m fine. There was an explosion this morning about 1/2 a kilometer away from where I’m stationed. The news is sketchy right now and we’re still waiting for info. I’m fine, though I’d rather not have these sorts of events happen so close to me leving country. Well, I’d rather not have these sorts of events happen at all, but you get my drift…

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #35
December 13, 2009 — 3:34 am

Subject: Quick Update

I know I said I’d probably be writing less now that I’m so close to leaving country, but I have found myself with a bit of free time and some ideas on my mind.

First, I’m not sure if you are all aware, but all of these letters have been put on my blog: www.shrubbloggers.com. Eric took the initiative to do this, as I could not get the blogging interface to work from here. So, you’re always free to go back and read about this whole journey from the beginning.

Speaking of blogging, I think I’ll be paying much more attention to it once I get home. There are about a dozen projects I have in the back of my head that I’d like to see come to fruition…and blogging about them seems like a good idea.

I’ve been pre-approved for a mortgage, so house-hunting will be in my immediate schedule the first few months home. Ideally, I’d like to get a place that’s in the same general location but is out of the control of a neighborhood association. I’ll cut my grass when I damn well want to, thank you very much. My ideal house will have a full basement in which to build an ad-hoc, DIY digital/music studio. Nothing fancy, just a nice quiet corner where I can start working on all the things I want to work on.

Eric and I have been talking a great deal lately of starting to play music again. I have no idea where this will lead, though I have my ideas. As eclectic and varied as our musical tastes are, this should be a lot of fun. In that vein, I’ll be buying a tuba within the next couple of months. Most of you know that I played the tuba for a few years in high school, but I’ve always suspected that that instrument can do much more than any lay person may guess. I don’t know what to tell you what to expect…I can only advise that everyone “stay tuned”. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be a lot of fun.

I have several ideas for documentary photo/audio work, but my thoughts have also been branching out to film. More to follow on this, as well. I’ve been talking to Eric about this on and off over the past few months…perhaps he can post something on his side of the blog explaining his thoughts.

It’s nice to finally get out of the “dreaming” phase and to actually start work on something you’ve thought about for years. Oh, I’ll keep my day job, but I look forward to adding lines of definitions to myself via these projects.

So, anyway…8 days to go until I fly out of Kabul!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #34
December 9, 2009 — 9:08 pm

Subject: Winding Down

So, if I go by my calender, I have 12 days left until I leave Kabul. Depending on how long it takes to get a flight out of Afghanistan, I may or may not be home in time for Christmas. Only time will tell.

This will probably be my last long email to everyone before I leave as I expect I’ll be farily busy preparing for my replacement and getting all packed up. I just wanted to write down some thoughts I’ve been having.

  • The Day Care project we undertook here was successful beyond what I could have imagined. So far, we’ve received well over 50 boxes of supplies ranging from pens and pencils to winter hats and gloves to clothes to cool toys. To date, we’ve delivered about half of those supplies. We are planning on another run down next week. We have also received about $1,500. This was completely unexpected to me. At best I thought we would be able to get MAYBE $100 for various supplies. Though I won’t be here to see what that money is used for, I suspect we can now seriously start thinking about rebuilding the classroom that was mortared several years ago. At the very least, we can get their building repainted and work on some basic repairs.

    I know I’ve said it before, but thank you to everyone who took time out of their lives to help out. I’ve always believed in a a sort of “cosmic” underlying benevolence (those that really know me, know how silly that sounds coming from me, but there’s no real good way of putting that thought into words in such a medium) and you have all validated that belief. Since I’m leaving soon, I’ll be passing everything over to my friend, Scott Poole. He will be here until March. I will also be asking my replacement if he would like to take up the cause when I leave. Again, thank you. I hope that I’ll be able to see each of you in person soon to pass on my gratitude.

  • There are a couple of projects I want to work on when I get back home. Some of you know that I’ve spent the past four months purchasing equipment needed to do photography/film/audio documentary work. I’ve had a fascination with my family (both sides) for some time, now. I’ve always warned my mom that someday I was going to write a book about my family. I think she has always been amused and slightly horrified at that prospect. I don’t believe I have the talent needed to write any sort of book, but I do seem to have a knack and a passion for documentation (through photographs, video and audio). Over the next couple of years, I’d like to travel around the states and get an oral history of my family…but that’s only half of what I want to do. While out and about, I think it would be fun to be the modern day John Steinbeck and just experience America. I couldn’t verbalize what I have in mind, but it’s all in the back of my head…swirling.
  • (Those of you who are uncomfortable with personal stuff may stop reading now, but you are all friends and family…so I don’t think you’ll have a problem with this). It’s time for me to find my partner in crime, so to speak. I recently watched a video from the Rev. Tom Honey (a Vicar in the Church of England). In it, he was discussing the “nature of God”. He had some rather surprising things to say and I would encourage anyone to watch the clip, as it was rather moving to me (an avowed Agnostic/sometimes Atheist).

    In it, he said (and I’m paraphrasing here), in order to know the nature of God, we must cultivate our own inwardness, through quiet meditation and gently setting aside our passing thoughts. This, of course, speaks to the introvert inside of me. I’ve spent years “cultivating my own inwardness”. What he said next was profound to me…though not overly profound as an overall thought. Once we have cultivated our own inwardness, once we have recognized the God inside of ourselves, we must move out into the world and establish intimate connections with others. We must allow our inwardness to touch the inwardness of others. We must allow the God inside ourselves to touch the God inside others.

    Of course, I don’t do this thought justice. Rev. Honey explains it much better than I. And, I know to many of you, this probably sounds like metaphysical claptrap. Perhaps. But, I find it an utterly beautiful thought. There is an Indian (the sub Continent) custom where two newlyweds will look at each other for hours (days) to attempt to recognize the God within them, therefore recognizing the God within themselves. I believe this transcends what we know about our own trifecta in the field of psychology (the sex drive, romantic love and long-term attachment).

    So, where was I before I went off on what seems like a “self help” lecture? :P Oh, yes…a partner in crime. One wonders….one wonders…

  • There’s a good chance that I may be coming back here for a few weeks next year to conduct more training. But, I think this will be my last deployment for a long while. Though I had a wonderful time over here, I just hate to be away from my daughters for such a long period of time. But, we are going to have a good time getting to know each other again when I get back.

So, that’s it for now. With any luck, I’ll be back in the states in two weeks time. It’s going to be great getting back into a regular routine…warm showers, a variety of food, supermarkets, etc…

Have a wonderful day! As always, I love getting emails from all of you.

Talk to you soon!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #33
November 27, 2009 — 5:51 am

Subject: Thanksgiving at Camp Eggers

All,

MSNBC was here yesterday covering Thanksgiving at Camp Eggers. Here are two clips. Alas! I didn’t make the cut, but I was nearby. :)

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #32
November 26, 2009 — 5:05 am

Subject: Happy Thanksgiving!

This is just a quick note to all my friends and family. First, I wanted to tell you all how proud I am to have such a great support network…namely, you guys! We made our first delivery to the childcare center yesterday morning. It was utter chaos and I’ll have to write down my thoughts about it later. But, there are about 75 more kids in Kabul who have warm clothes, toys and school supplies to last them through the winter because of you.

I’ve led a blessed life. When I reflect back upon my childhood and think about what we had to do without in order to get by, I then think of all the places I’ve seen in this world…China, Bosnia, Afghanistan, Eastern Europe, etc.. and I’m completely and utterly grateful for living where I live and having what I have. There is no place I’ve ever experienced in America (and I’ve seen a lot of it) that can touch the abject destitution that pervades Afghanistan. It’s literally soul-crushing.

I’m not here to tell you what you should be thankful for. We’ve all figured that out throughout our lives. Me? I’m thankful for you guys. You’re the best. You always will be.

Here are some pictures taken over the past couple of days. I don’t have time to caption them all, but most are from the child-care center. The others are from our Thanksgiving celebration here on Camp Eggers. . . . Read more!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #31
November 21, 2009 — 2:37 am

Subject: The Most Beautiful…

This update really has nothing to do with Afghanistan, but I just came across something I felt I had to share.

As most of you know, I’m an aspiring amateur photographer. I make my rounds through the photography blogs, read books, experiment with new ideas, etc… I probably have 10 cameras of varying sizes, formats, quality, etc… back home.

Every once and a while, I come across a picture that actually elicits an emotional response from me. I’ve had this response only a couple of times looking at my own pictures, and I get it occasionally by other people’s pictures as well.

When I saw the following, I literally involuntarily sucked in my breath. A chill went down my back. The only way I can explain the feeling is for you to imagine sitting in a room and hearing the perfect musical chord being played. Imagine that feeling that starts at the base of your head (where the most primitive part of your brain is located) and then radiating down your spine…tingling the entire time. Shallow breaths, surrendering yourself to the feeling…it’s Divine.

http://nicnichols.com/FourCornersDark/?p=3224

I know this picture won’t elicit the same response from everybody, if anybody…but, I thought I’d share a glimpse into what I find moving.

Make sure you click on the link and check out his other photos.

Take care!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #30
November 17, 2009 — 12:34 am

Subject: The Meme, The Seashell, The Blathering…

There’s a meme* going around on Facebook right now requesting that you pick up your iPod, put it on shuffle and write down the first 15 songs that pop up, regardless of what they are or how embarrassing they may be. I never have my iPod with me unless I’m sitting at work, so I never got around to it. I had a bit of free time today so I thought I’d go for it. Keep in mind that my iPod now holds 3258 songs, with more added per week.

Here are my first 15 songs that popped up on “Shuffle Mode”:

  1. Recuerdos De Le Alhambra – Fransisco Tarrega
  2. The Killing Moon – Echo and the Bunnymen (From the Donnie Darko Soundtrack)
  3. Summertime – Gershwin
  4. U-Mass – The Pixies
  5. Symphony #3 in D Major, Op. 29 “Polish IV.” – Tchaikovsky
  6. Entry of the Gladiators – Julius Fucik
  7. Gold Dust Woman – Fleetwood Mac
  8. The Aquarium – Saint-Saens
  9. 5/4 F.T.D. – Critters Buggin
  10. Look at That Old Grizzly Bear – Mark Mothersbaugh (From The Royal Tenenbaums Soundtrack)
  11. Joe Stalin’s Cadillac – Camper Van Beethoven
  12. Whole Lotta Trouble – Cracker
  13. Will the Circle Be Unbroken – The Neville Brothers
  14. Sax and Violins – The Talking Heads
  15. Halloween Parade – Lou Reed

Not too bad. Number 16, by the way, was Brian Eno’s 2-1 from his Music for Airports album.

*A “meme”, for the benefit of those among you who may be a bit Facebook challenged is, according to Wikipedia: “a postulated unit of cultural ideas, symbols or practices, which can be transmitted from one mind to another through speech, gestures, rituals or other imitable phenomena.”

I have a little under six weeks left here in country. Things are beginning to wind down for me. I’ll start shipping my stuff back home in about two weeks. My replacement will be here in four. I have quite a bit of work to accomplish between then and now, but I’m so set in a routine now that the work hardly phases me. We have a running joke here. Every morning when everyone gets to the office, we say, “Hey! Do you know what day it is?”. “No! What day is it!?”. “It’s Groundhog Day!”.

And so it is. Wake up at the same time. Eat the same food, Do the same work, Go to bed at the same time. I catch myself looking at the date from time to time and thinking, “Is it already the 17th? Wow!”. The days just kind of bleed into each other after a while.

I’ve discovered some new things about myself while here and have reconfirmed others. It’s almost impossible for me to “go along to get along”. It always has been. I tend to call stupid actions, well…stupid. You’d think that after 12 years in the Army, a little tact would have sunk into my head.

I’ve found that I miss the military. I miss the camaraderie, the brotherhood, the irreverent joking, the horse-play, the seriousness of it all.

I’ve found that though I have a tendency to jump into situations I find exciting, I need to make time to be sentimental. In one of the first care packages I received, my daughters included a number of sea-shells they gathered from their recent trip to California. There is one shell fragment, in particular, that is a bit thicker and smoother than the others. It’s about the size of a silver dollar, though not shaped like one. I don’t remember when I did it, but sometime ago I slipped it into my pocket and have been carrying it around ever since. When I change pants, I transfer all the contents of my pockets into the new pair before I send the old pair off to be washed.

Along with the pen I bought before coming out here, that shell has been a consistent and constant companion. I take it out every now and then, place it between my thumb and fore-finger and just hold it, running my thumb over it as you would do with a poker-chip or an old coin. This simple shell…a conglomeration of Conchiolin, Calcite and Calcium…picked up on a beach somewhere in California and then transferred via mail all the way to me in Afghanistan serves as a life-line, a direct link between myself and my daughters.

Sentimental? Sure. But, that’s how it is. When Jordan and Zoe held that shell in their hands, billions of their atoms by way of skin cells, skin moisture, etc… transferred themselves onto its surface. It just as Crosby Stills Nash and Young said, “We are stardust. We are golden”.

Indeed. Ultimately, we are all stardust. Ultimately, we are all the same. 100 billion years from now, the atoms that have now formed to make me will still be part of this great Cosmos. And you, my friends, will all be there with me. That has always given me great comfort.

By the way, The Imperial March from Star Wars just started playing on my iPod. Carl Jung would call that Synchronicity. I simply call it Kick-ass Awesome.

So, another long email down. :) I hope everyone is well and happy.

Buddha taught that “The cessation of suffering is attainable”. The Pixies keep pointing out, “Here comes your man”. Bach gave us “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring” and Disco Stu, “Don’t advertise”.

Love you guys!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #29
November 15, 2009 — 10:17 am

Subject: Going Native, Part II

The closer I get to coming home, the more I blend in… . . . Read more!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #28
November 13, 2009 — 1:50 am

Subject: A Quick Note

Greetings, all!

So, it appears that I’ve been a bit lax about my updates and keeping up with friends and family as I just got chided by both my mother and my sister for not keeping them up to date. Sorry, mom.

This will be a short update. It’s a little crazy here right now. We had an explosion about 10 miles off to our north-east at Camp Phoenix. A number of U.S. military were hurt and several U.S. contractors were killed. We have the national inaguration here next week and there are indications that there could be violence before-hand.

The good news it, I have 45 days left here.

Sorry to cut this short. I just wanted to get this out so everyone knows all is good here.

Talk to you soon!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #27
November 6, 2009 — 11:10 am

Subject: Going Native . . . Read more!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #26
November 5, 2009 — 11:37 pm

Subject: Most current, most awesome update from Afghanistan, yet!

I ordered a copy of the Qur’an from Amazon about a month ago and have steadily been making my way through it in my free time.

I was struck by the phrase: “…if any one slew a person – unless it be for murder or for spreading mischief in the land – it would be as if he slew the whole people: and if any one saved a life, it would be as if he saved the life of the whole people.”

Regardless of my views on religion and the death penalty, I understand and respect the poetry of this phrase. It seems to hearken back to the Gospels (the Beatitudes, which are my favorite passages in the bible). Given where I am right now, the phrase is apt. I have had long discussions with my Muslim friends over here regarding it. One particular friend of mine (a translator that accompanies me) is very passionate about this particular verse. He despises the Taliban and everything they stand for. He explained to me that people who carry out suicide attacks do not understand the Qur’an.

And yet, there is a cognitive dissonance at work. A while back, we were in an office waiting for a meeting. A newscast was playing in the background. My friend got very excited and started pumping is arm up and down in the universal “victory” motion and was saying “yes! yes! yes!”. As was a bit puzzled (the newscast was in Dari) and asked him what was up. He told me that a suicide bomber just blew himself up in Pakistan, killing dozens. He said “I hate Pakistan. They have ruined Afghanistan and they are finally getting what they deserve”.

I looked at him for a long moment and quietly said: “If any slew a person, it would be as if he slew the whole people”.

He was very quiet for the next half an hour but finally said, “You are right, my friend”.

Nothing else was spoken about it, but it was then that I realized just how deep and cyclic this violence is. I hope Afghanistan can eventually recover from it. This is a beautiful country, filled with wonderful people.

Another interpreter we work with is an older gentleman who is a U.S. citizen. He is over here on a two year tour and has three children and a wife back home. I asked him yesterday over lunch what his story was.

In 1982, in the middle of the Soviet invasion, he was kidnapped by the Soviets and held in a jail cell for over a year. He was 15 at the time. He said he was beaten and made to work hard labor the entire time. His entire family was finally able to get enough money together to secure his release. His entire family then escaped to Pakistan and were able to get political asylum in the United States. Now he’s back trying to help get the country back on its feet.

I asked him if there was still a lot of animosity in Afghanistan towards the Russians. “Oh, yes”, he said. “But, it’s the British they really hate”.

The British. They occupied the country over one hundred and fifty years ago and they are still hated because of it. More so than the Russians! I found this to be an absolutely fascinating view into the Afghan psyche.

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I have also made some observations about my own experience over here. I’ve been to a war-zone before, for a longer period of time and under about the same conditions, so I thought I was absolutely emotionally prepared for this deployment.

When the first car bomb hit after I got here (I was close enough to feel the blast-wave), I felt emotions I haven’t felt in a long time. When I was sitting in the bunker waiting for the all clear to sound, I was chagrined to realize I was actually scared. After the all-clear sounded, I wanted to share that experience with others, but I found that everyone just kind of went on with their business, like nothing happened. Just another day.

When the second car bomb went off (I was close enough again to feel the blast-wave), I just kind of shut down. OK, grab my gear. Load my weapon. Stand by. All clear. Go to lunch.

When the third car bomb went off, my reaction was to sigh. “Really? Again?”

When the explosions and running gun battle was happening outside our perimeter a week and a half ago, I was to the point of just going about my business. like nothing special was going on. When it was over it wasn’t even spoken about. We all just went about our business.

I find it amazing how quickly we adapt and compartmentalize. I understand it’s an effective coping/defense mechanism, but I’m not all entirely sure it’s healthy.

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Donations for the child care center are coming in quickly, now. Scott (the Lt. Col) who works with me and I have received about 6 boxes between us so far. All have been filled to the brim with toys, blankets, games, warm clothing, sanitary supplies, etc. I’ll be using some of the monetary donations to get them two space heaters this week. Winter is coming up fast and the cold is a harsh enemy.

Of course, you can all can view pictures of my adventures (as well as pictures of the child care center I’ve adopted) here: www.flickr.com/cosmicslop

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Friends, I can’t tell you how much I miss Chipotle. :)

Have a wonderful weekend!

Love to all!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #25
November 3, 2009 — 9:00 am

Subject: 30 Days in Afghanistan

Some insanely good pictures taken in Afghanistan over the past 30 days. Number 18 is from the car bomb that tarketed the Indian Embassy here on October 8th. That’s the one I got a picture of while walking to work.

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #24
October 31, 2009 — 11:21 am

Subject: After the run

Just wanted to send along a few pictures:

We had our Halloween 5k tonight and had a blast!

The second picture actually has nothing to do with the run, but this is the room where I’ve been staying for the past two months, and will be staying for the next two.

The others are just of me, hamming it up or running.

Happy Halloween everyone!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #23
October 30, 2009 — 10:04 pm

Subject: Happy Halloween from Kabul!

As many of you know, Halloween is favorite holiday. Though there will be no Trick or Treating here, I will be running my first 5k tonight.

I’ll send pictures. :)

Happy Halloween!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #22
October 29, 2009 — 2:51 am

Subject: Some Happy Pictures…for a change. :)

Good morning, all!

Well, after all the chaos I reported yesterday (with the pictures of the explosion/gun fight) and all the bad news that’s been coming out, I thought I’d send you some more upbeat photos from here.

As many of you know, I’m sponsoring a child-care center over here. Some of the pictures below are from a visit I had with them today.

Here’s a short explanation for each photo:

One: Well, that one is rather obvious. I’m sporting a knit cap someone left here from last year. I think it’s rather becoming. :) The scarf is a traditional scarf worn in the Middle East and in Central Asia. It keeps the sun off your neck, the dust out of your mouth and keeps you warm in the winter.

Two: Halloween decorations outside our conex/office

Three: Medals for an awards ceremony that took place here two days ago. A couple of Bronze Stars were awarded.

Four: Me sitting and chatting with the kids at the child-care center

Five: What a great smile!

Six: The Colonel I was with handed out some lollipops. Who doesn’t like lollipops, right?

Seven: I’m treated to an Afghan children’s song.

Packages full of supplies are starting to roll in! We are also working on getting their heating system fixed (estimated at $7,000). But, we are getting help from the chaplain’s office here at Camp Eggers for that. In the mean-time, I’ll be buying two space-heaters for them until that gets up and running.

I hope you all are having a wonderful autumn! I miss you guys. And, don’t fret about the news too much…I’ll keep you all informed.

Love you!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #21
October 27, 2009 — 11:33 pm

Subject: Follow up – Pictures

These pictures were taken right from right outside the door of our office. This was the result of the fire-fight at the U.N. house. . . . Read more!

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #20
October 27, 2009 — 10:54 pm

Subject: Status

OK, I’ve received at least two emails so far, so rather than answering everyone separately, here’s what’s going on…

A U.N. house was attacked directly west of us (about 1/2 a mile away). A running gun battle lasted for about an hour and there were several small explosions (possibly hand grenades). About an hour later, several rockets or mortars were fired from the south landing in an unknown locations..but we could hear the resulting explosions.

So far, everyone is safe. We are on lock-down and sitting in our offices.

I’ll keep everyone updated.

I have a few pictures I’ll be sending out in a bit.

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #19
October 26, 2009 — 8:03 am

Subject: Update from the Stan…

Hello, friends and family;

I suppose it happens to everyone that deploys but yesterday I just kind of hit an emotional brick wall. I don’t know if it’s the long hours or what’s going on over here, but things just were not “clicking” for me. I miss my daughters. I miss my apartment. I miss Joe’s Crab Shack. I just….miss. Thankfully, a bunch of you rallied and responded to my request for emails from Facebook. That made me feel a lot better. Thank you!

A little about what is going on here: We are headed into a recount of the national election that took place in August. The recount will happen on November 7th. There is already a lot of tension surrounding the subject, but thankfully there hasn’t been a notable rise in violence. As we get closer to the date, we’ll see how everything falls into place.

Today was the second worst day for casualties for coalition forces here in Afghanistan. 14 U.S. soldiers and a number of other coalition members died in three separate helicopter crashes across the country today. The detail still aren’t clear but we know that one helicopter went down supporting a mission in the north and two others collided in the south.

It gets kind of hard to walk past the flagpoles here on base only to see at least one of them at half staff. The two that are usually down are the Afghan and U.S. flags.

There have been pretty big but thankfully rather non-violent protests here in Kabul for the past two days. The protests erupted around rumors that a U.S. soldier burned the Koran on a recent mission. I can assure you that it never happened. Any soldier caught doing such a thing would be out of the Army and possibly in jail in very quick order. Intel suggests that the Taliban started the rumor to create anti-American sentiment before the elections.

Today as I was walking to chow I saw about four or five hundred boxes with tens of soldiers swarming over them in the road way. The boxes were filled to the brim with care packages sent from people stateside…not for the soldiers themselves but for the children in Kabul city. Once a month, volunteers go out and distribute these supplies either directly to the kids or to the schools they belong to. I saw box after box filled with winter clothes, toys, games, etc… Imagine lining up for a convoy brief in order to go out into the city to distribute all this cool stuff. A typical convoy brief includes what you should do if you’re engaged by the enemy. What you should do if your vehicle is hit by an IED. What frequency you should call if you need to request a medivac. These convoys go on for 20 or 30 minutes, filled with this stuff. But still, people volunteer to go out and bring a little joy and warmth to children out in the city. Not to alarm anyone, but I’m volunteering for the next excursion out.

And, that’s why it can be so frustrating at times. You can actually see people risking their lives to distribute clothes and toys. It’s tangible. It’s reality. But, people that should know better (university students) fiercely protest a rumor that is so easily disproven.

Not that I’m against protests…but, you know…

Now, don’t get me wrong. This isn’t one of those “I can’t believe how ungrateful these people are” emails. I have made some wonderful Afghan friends over here and my thoughts immediately go to them whenever something happens in the city. I always hope they and their family are OK. I really do like it over here. The culture is fascinating and the people are some of the most generous and friendly you will ever meet…anywhere.

I just wish all this violence would stop. I’m not being overly naive by saying that. The people here deserve peace and prosperity, at long last.

Anyway, that’s about it from here, for now.

Again…thank you for keeping me in your thoughts!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #18
October 23, 2009 — 8:50 pm

Subject: An Update, of Sorts

Hello, everybody!

Well, I thought it would be nice to send out an update where-in no explosions or earthquakes or elephant stampedes were involved.

I received the first package the other day for the day care center (thanks, Emily!), and I’ve been told many more are on the way. Also, my sister was able to wrangle up about $80 so I’ll be using that to buy rice and cooking oil. We’re still in need of funds for a couple of space heaters and perhaps some blankets.

I really just want to thank everyone for taking this project and collectively making their own. I have a lot of mixed feelings about what we’re doing over here, but projects like these can do nothing but help.

My daughters sent me over a Sock Monkey a couple of weeks ago and asked me to give it to the kids over at the center. I walked it over last week and you can’t imagine how much joy just that little stuffed animal brought everyone.

Also, I thought I might share a couple of things I’ve learned in Afghanistan, so far:

  1. I look absolutely ridiculous with a beard…but, holy cow does it keep my face warm
  2. Your whole world view changes after a nice, long, hot shower
  3. It’s easier to eat junk food here than back at home
  4. It’s unbelievable how fast you get used to 14 hour days/7 days a week
  5. You never stop missing your family

I hope everyone is doing well! I love getting your emails. Even though I’m busy enough to keep my mind off of things, it’s amazing how much an email lifts the spirits.

Have a great weekend!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #17
October 22, 2009 — 8:17 pm

Subject: And Then, The Earthquake Came

So, there I was, sleeping soundly in my bunk…not a care in the world (save the 30 degree temperature, for which I finally donned my pair of uber sweet synthetic long johns…but that’s a different story). Around 1am, my bed started to shake and squeak pretty violently. This is usually due to someone trying to navigate their way up to the top bunk. Since the bed above me has been blissfully empty for the past couple of weeks, I slowly came out of a deep sleep with this dismaying thought in mind. But, as I looked around in the semi-dark, I could not make out any appendages or torsos flailing around.

Then, I noticed that every other bunk (all 24 of them) were making the same squeaking sound. My first thought was an explosion of some type. But, there was not a sound aside from the beds squeaking and an occasional “What the fu%&” made from some of my room mates. Then it hit me. We were having an earthquake, and a rather sustained one at that.

A few of us got up (many slept right through it) and made our way to the hallway where still more people were up, groggily looking around. After we had all confirmed amongst our selves that it was, indeed, an earthquake, we turned around and went back to bed.

Well, physically, anyway. I could not fall back asleep for the next two hours. Luckily I had the Internet at my beck and call. I quickly updated my Facebook page and went looking for information. The USGS website had information up within minutes. We had just experienced a 6.2 earthquake. The center of it was about 200 km off to the northeast. The epicenter was located about 200 miles below ground, so much of the energy had dissipated before it leveled. After checking the news, there appears to be no significant damage done and no fatalities reported. Just another day in Afghanistan.

Oh, apparently we are sitting upon one of the most massive fault lines in the world. I’ve been told that if it were to go, pretty much all of Afghanistan and half of Pakistan would be devastated.

I really, really miss St. Louis right about now.

Hope everyone is well!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #16
October 8, 2009 — 10:56 pm

Subject: Some interesting info…

If anyone is interested, here’s an amazing account of the battle that happened north of here about a week ago.

As an update to yesterday’s email, the car bomb was targeting the Indian Embassy about a mile and a half away from here. In the sense that it was targeting the embassy, it wasn’t successful as no Indian nationals were killed or wounded. The attack did kill and wound nearly a hundred Afghan nationals, however. At the center of our base, we have a row of flag poles with a flag for each country that is represented in Afghanistan. The Afghan flag is at half staff nearly every day, followed by the American and British flags.

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Dispatches From Afghanistan #15
October 7, 2009 — 11:02 pm

Subject: Everything’s fine here

You may or may not see this in the news (depending on if you keep up with such things) :P

We had another explosion here this morning. This time I was actually off base walking to my office when it happened. From what I’ve been able to gather, it was about a mile or two away. We turned around and headed back to base, but I got this picture first.

We’re still not sure what the scope of the bombing is yet or the number of casualties. It appears as though it was targeting the Ministry of the Interior. I’ll know more later. Right now we are on lock down.

I hope everyone is well. I don’t want to freak anyone out by sending out these emails but I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m OK.

Love you guys!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #14
October 5, 2009 — 6:16 am

Subject: Semi-Regular Update

Greetings, all!

Today I took a trip up to Bala Hissar, an ancient fort overlooking Kabul. The fort is most famous for the slaughter of British Troops there during the Second Afghan War. It has also been used as a Soviet and Talaban strong-hold.

This was my first trip outside the Green-Zone, so it was a little hairy. We traveled up there to do an inventory of a map depot but we got to get out and walk around a bit afterwards. I’ve included pictures. The place is literally littered with burnt out husks of old Soviet hardware (T-64s, BMPs, BRPMs and artillary pieces). It’s pretty fascinating.

I’ll try to upload as many pictures as I can to my Flickr site as the week goes on.

Also, I wanted to thank everyone again for their response to my request for assistance for the childcare center here. So far people are sending clothes, school supplies, money and personal items. Thank you!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #13
October 2, 2009 — 1:32 am

Subject: Note to self…

I just couldn’t resist. I had to have a piece of Afghan bread. Over here they serve a piece of bread (called Nan) with each meal; the meal consisting of mostly rice, potatoes or stewed vegetables. Let me tell you, that bread was d.e.l.i.c.i.o.u.s!

And, after eating it, I had no ill effects! Could I have gotten over my gluten/wheat allergy?

So, the next day, I had another yummy piece of Nan. Mmmmmm mmmmm! Again, no ill effects. Awesome!

So, the next day…yet another piece.

Big mistake.

I guess it the effects take a while to accumulate because I’m having the worst stomach cramps I have ever had in my life. Most of other symptoms I had before I went off wheat a year ago are showing up, too. Really bad heart-burn, muscle pain, pain in my side, etc…

Note to self. Nan might be delicious but it is utter and pure poison. :P

I hope everyone else is doing great!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #12
September 30, 2009 — 7:26 am

Subject: Justin’s Awesome Update from Afghanistan, Part 3

Ok, ok…

So, I got the finalized list from the school here. This is what they are requesting: (I’m adding only things that weren’t in the two previous emails)

  • An old computer
  • Dry erase/chalk boards (small ones)
  • Geometric blocks (circles, triangles, rectangles, etc…)
  • Kid’s Magazines
  • Musical Instruments (How much do those cheap, plastic recorders cost back in the states)?

I’ve already heard back from some of you. There has been a donation of 200 boxes of crayons and some backpacks (thank you, Tiffany). Also, I got an IM from my sister about cash donations. Cash can either be sent to me via mail or by paypal. My paypal address is cosmicslop2006@gmail.com Cash will be used to buy electric space heaters, cooking oil, rice, beans, paint and building materials.

As you all know, winter is arriving and the kids will be in need of warm clothing (jackets, scarves, hats, mittens, gloves, boots, etc…). Second hand and hand me down clothing is perfect.

And, please don’t feel as if you need to confine yourself to any of these lists. Anything will help.

Again, thank you so much for your emails asking how to help. This really is a good thing we are doing.

If you haven’t seen the pictures of the childcare center yet, you can find them here: www.flickr.com/cosmicslop

Keep in touch!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #11
September 28, 2009 — 7:18 am

Subject: Justin’s Awesome Update from Afghanistan…Part 2

Heya, everybody!

So, just a quick update on what’s happening. In my previous two emails (I’m writing this for the benefit of a couple of people who were not included in those emails), I mentioned the childcare center located on the campus of where I’m working here in Kabul. (For pictures, see www.flickr.com/cosmicslop).

I got a finalized list from the school mistress of the supplies they are requesting.

For the teachers: Basic hygiene supplies (Shampoo, creams, soap, etc)…

For the students: Basic school supplies. (Pens and pencils are a much needed commodity here). Notebooks, paper, drawing paper, etc…

I also mentioned several things they need for their classrooms: Linen (you can see the beds they have in the pictures I took). Pillows, towels, washcloths, etc…

If anyone feels so inclined to send money (American is fine, I can exchange it here), I can purchase some other things that would be cheaper to buy here. Some of those items are:

  • Fans for the class room
  • Space heaters
  • Paint to paint their walls
  • Cooking Oil
  • Rice and other foods
  • Carpets

And, of course, there are the bigger projects like rebuilding the classroom that was destroyed by mortar fire several years ago.

Since winter is coming up, winter clothes would be much appreciated. Gloves, mittens, boots, warm socks, hats, etc…

I have three months left in country. Anything you can send would be greatly appreciated. From what I can tell, these kids are well loved and taken care of to the best of the teacher’s abilities, but they really are lacking even the most basic supplies.

Here is my address here:

Justin M. Stoddard
CSTC-A CJ2
APO AE 09356

In other news. I was sitting down at our training facility today (about a mile outside of base) when I heard a very loud BOOM. Everyone jumped up and I immediately threw on my body armor, helmet and chambered a round in my side arm. I tried to call back to base but I wasn’t getting any answers. I sat there for about ten minutes before I got my interpreter and we walked out to the guards (Afghan National Army) and asked them what happened. Apparently, someone overfilled a tire on his car and the tire exploded, making the BOOM. So, yeah, everyone was pretty much laughing at me. :)

I hope everyone is well and I always look forward to your emails!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #10
September 26, 2009 — 8:23 am

Subject: Justin’s Awsome Update from Afghanistan

Friends! Romans! Countrymen!

OK, a bit dramatic….

Hello, all! I wanted to give everyone an update about what’s going on over here. As you may remember, I sent out an email about a week ago talking about the childcare center located on the campus where I work. The response has been nearly overwhelming and heartfelt. Thank you!

I had a very nice meeting with the lady who runs the center today. We sat and talked for about a 1/2 an hour over tea and cookies. I told her that I had many friends and family who were eager to help. I’m going to be getting a list of specifics tomorrow, but here is what I can tell you:

Some of the items needed:

  • Basic School Supplies: such as pens, pencils, paper, notebooks, crayons, paint, drawing paper, coloring books, glue, scissors, notebooks and the like
  • Toys: Dolls, building blocks, Lego’s, toy cars, stuffed animals, etc…
  • Clothes: These children are from 4 months to 11 years old. (Most of them are around 4 or 5). Girl’s clothing should be modest in color and design
  • Donations: They are in dire need of at least 4 space heaters for their classrooms. I’d have to buy the heaters on the economy here as the electricity requirements are not the same. Any amount of money would be appreciated.
  • Bigger projects: I was shown one of their classrooms that took a direct hit from a mortar a few years ago. It needs to be completely rebuilt. I have no idea how to go about this, but I imagine if I can collect donations or solicit donations from companies or organizations in the states, we could buy the marterials needed here. There are plenty of people where I’m stationed who would love to help build such a place, so labor would not be a problem either.

I’ve uploaded a few pictures of the child care center here: www.flickr.com/cosmicslop I have more, but it’s taking me forever to get them uploaded. Check back from time to time to see what’s new. You’re able to tell by the pictures what they have and what they are lacking.

Onto other things…I taught the students at our training center (the people we are teaching to make maps, do surveys, etc…) how to play hangman and “rock, paper, scissors” today. They were confused as hell about “rock, paper, scissors” but they had fun playing it. Hangman was a real hit. I ended up giving them a 20 minute lecture on letter frequency in the English Language and that in turn turned into a discussion about just how illogical the English Language is.

All is good here. I’m eating well and am getting plenty of exercise. :)

I hope all is well with everyone out there!

I miss you guys!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #9
September 20, 2009 — 7:36 am

Subject: In Lieu Of…

Hi, all!
A number of you have asked me if I’d like some care packages while I’m over here. I can’t tell you what it means to me to be remembered and in all of your thoughts. I sincerely thank you.

The truth is, there’s not a lot I really need. We have a PX here and there is more than enough food. But, if you’ll stick with me for a moment, I have a proposal for you all.

On the campus where I work is a run down child-care center. At any given time, there are about 20 children there ranging from infants to 6 or 7 year-olds. Though the place is well run with a dedicated and loving staff, they don’t have even the basic necessities needed to run the place.

So, in lieu of any care packages for myself, I would like to solicit donations for this child care center. I have an appointment with the staff on Wednesday to find out what kind of things they need, but I suspect basic school supplies would be a huge part of it (crayons, paper, paint, scissors, markers, etc…). I suspect that clothing may also be needed, but I’ll find that out on Wednesday.

And, if you’d like to throw in a Snickers bar or two for me, well, that would be just swell. :)

A couple of you have also asked what, exactly, I’m doing out here. Well, I am a mentor to the people at the Afghanistan Geodesy and Cartography Head Office, which is the mapping agency for all of Afghanistan. Some of the projects I’m involved in are Geodetic Sciences, Gravitational Metering, Grids and Projections, Map Production, Training on how to use GIS software such as ARC and ERDAS, deciphering Survey Data, etc… I know, it all sounds dull and boring, but it’s an extremely rewarding job and I’m thankful for the opportunity to come out here in order to offer a bit of stability to an otherwise torn country.

Well, that’s about it, for now. Please let me know if you’d like to donate to the child care center here. It would mean a lot to me.

I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #8
September 19, 2009 — 3:39 am

Subject: A Few Pictures

So, here are a few pictures. It took me almost 5 hours to upload just 10 pictures! These were all taken with my little point and shoot, so nothing great…

www.flickr.com/cosmicslop

or you can view them this way:

http://flickriver.com/photos/cosmicslop/

Have a great weekend!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #7
September 15, 2009 — 12:54 am

Subject: Oh, I forgot

I have kind of an amusing story.

They have a Green Bean coffee shop here on base. You can go in, 24 hours a day, and grab a coffee, latte, mocha, tea, etc. It’s kind of a poor man’s Starbucks, if you will. But, still, it’s a nice place to have.

Anyway, I was standing in line waiting on a tea when a soldier in front of me ordered a Mocha. The lady behind the counter was (very apologetically) told him that they were out of milk for the Mochas and they weren’t expecting a restock for two days. The soldier in front of me became visibly agitated and asked “why is it so Godda%^ hard to get some $##& milk around here” and stormed out.

This just really, really amused me. We’re in the middle of Afghanistan, for God’s sake, with a deadly insurgency springing up all around us and this guy got pissed because he couldn’t have a Mocha.

I wonder what a WWII vet would have thought if he had seen that. :)

In other news, they just cancelled all 4 day passes for military and DOD Civilians in Afghanistan. I guess things are heating up a little over here.

Be well!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #6
September 15, 2009 — 12:40 am

Subject: Hiya, all!

I just wanted to thank everyone for all the emails and good wishes. I know I’ve been terrible about staying in contact with friends and family in the past, but I’m attempting to do better.

I wanted to let everyone know that I got an Internet connection in my room here, now. And, it only cost me $100 per month! I’m not sure if that’s cheap or expensive in Afghanistan standards. Anyway, you should see me online a bit more, now as I’m generally in my room if I’m not at work or at the gym. After a 15 hour work day, all I want to do is crawl up in my bunk and rest. Since I share a room with 24 other people, you all can imagine how difficult that might be, what with all the bodily noises emanating all night long.

So, anyway, if you’d like to catch me on Skype or Yahoo, please feel free. I’ll leave them on so if I’m not there, you can leave a message.

Yahoo messenger: cosmicslop2008
Skype: justin_stoddard

Not much else has been going on since my last update. I ran 5 miles yesterday. I’m thinking I may want to do a marathon sometime after I get back. I should probably do one of those before I get too old. :P

I’ll try to get some pictures out tonight.

Talk to you all soon!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #5
September 13, 2009 — 8:21 am

Subject: Justin’s Travel Tips

I guess it’s been a bit since I’ve sent out a missive.

Here’s a side note: I was going to use the word “awhile” in that previous sentence but I always get confused as to what form to use; eg. “awhile” vs. “a while”. A search on Google only confuses the matter. If you use “awhile”, it means “for a period of time”; as in, “I’ll wait here awhile”. The “for” is implied. “A while” means “a period of time” and the word “for” must be used in the sentence. For example, “I’ll wait here for a while”.

So, unless anyone can correct me (Eric?), I’m assuming that first sentence would be incorrect using either variation. I wouldn’t say, “I guess it’s been awhile since I’ve sent out a missive”, because the implied “for” makes no sense. Likewise, I wouldn’t say, “I guess it’s been for a while since I’ve sent out a missive”. So, I’ll settle for “a bit”, I suppose, until I can think of something better.

Seriously, I agonize over these little pieces of minutia. It’s my cross to bear. Damn you, OCD.

Anyway, onto the subject of the email:

I’ve had the good fortune in my life to visit a hell of a lot of places. I’ve lived on two continents, have a working knowledge of two languages and am always fascinated by other cultures, whether it’s in the States or abroad. Through out my travels, I have come to rest on a couple, tried and true, simple axioms.

  1. Learn a few words of the local language and use them liberally. “Hello”, “please”, “thank you”, “how are you?”, “I’m fine” and “good bye” are a good start. You will not believe how far these phrases will get you if said in a respectful, genuine manner. I have learned, over and over again, that people generally love Americans, especially when they take the time to learn a bit of their culture and language.
  2. Be deferential when needed. This isn’t America. You’re not likely to get your way by shouting at and abusing those in authority. If you need to get an important point across, find someone who can help you translate and be earnest, firm and very polite. Use honorary terms if needed: “Sir” and “Ma’am”.
  3. If you find yourself in a “situation” with the authorities, play stupid. Here’s an example: When I was traveling China about 10 years ago with a friend of mine, we were walking past the U.S. Embassy in Beijing. This was about 2 weeks after the United States accidentally bombed the Chinese Embassy in Serbia. About a week prior to our visit, the Chinese authorities allowed a controlled demonstration at the embassy where students threw rocks and paint at the building. Several windows were broken out and the outside of the building was damaged and discolored. I don’t know why, but I felt I had to get a picture. As soon as I snapped the photo, about 25 People’s Armed Police came out of the wood-work and completely surrounded us. They kept shouting, “That is forbidden!”, and “Give me your camera!”. My friend and I knew perfectly well what they were saying because, well, we speak Chinese. But, in this case, we acted completely dumb. I tucked the camera under my arm and kept saying, “What?” and “I’m an American”, and “I don’t understand” in English. This went on for about 10 minutes until they finally got tired of us and shooed us away.
  4. Pack extra socks.
  5. Be prepared to wash your clothes in the bathtub and either hang-dry them or to use a blow dryer.
  6. Get out of your hotel! I can’t believe how many people travel just to sit at the hotel pool.
  7. Never take the guided tour, if you can help it. Sure, there are cases where you’ll have to, but if you’re able, separate yourself from the group and go explore on your own. This may be the introvert talking in me, but I can’t stand pat tours with a large group of people. I find that they are usually dumbed down and you don’t get to see the really interesting parts. If you find yourself exploring an area where you’re no supposed to be (this rarely happens), again, feign ignorance, apologize and be on your way.
  8. Take pictures! I’m biased. I love to take pictures. But, I often find myself looking at them later and reliving my adventures.
  9. After the trip is over, buy a book about the history of where you just visited. Whenever I find something interesting, I always seek out an expert and ask this one simple question; “If I were to go to the book store right now and could only purchase one book, what should it be?”. I ask that question all the time. I’ve rarely been disappointed.
  10. Carry a small pocket notebook and a pen with you. I have a terrible memory and it helps to write things down that interest me.

That’s about it. 10 simple axioms to live by.

On a side note, everything is going swimmingly here in Afghanistan. I have a young guy down at my other office who sits down with me for about an hour a day to teach me Dari. I’m to the point where the Arabic script doesn’t look like a bunch of scribbling anymore. In fact, I can actually read a few words. I don’t know that I’ll ever be proficient, but I’d like to at least be conversant before I leave.

Today I took my drivers test for Afghanistan so I can drive in country. The roads here are a mess and it feels like you’re off-roading all the time. We have huge, unwieldy “up-armored” vehicles (bullet and small explosion proof). They are hell to drive, but that’s one more experience under my belt.

I’m two weeks into a 16 week deployment. 14 weeks to go!

I hope everyone is doing well. I really enjoy getting every one’s emails and I look forward to seeing you all again when I get home.

Be good to each other!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #4
September 10, 2009 — 8:29 am

Subject: I just had to send this out

Since it’s my birthday today, I asked several people (independent of each other) to guess my age. The range was 28-33 years old. Since I turn 38 today, I guess I’m aging gracefully. Either that, or I don’t act my age. :)

Hope everyone is doing well. It’s a beautiful day in Afghanistan. 80 degrees, sunny and no explosions!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #3
September 8, 2009 — 6:43 am

Subject: I’m OK

I’ve gotten a few emails asking if I’m OK after this morning’s bombing attack. I’m fine. The attack happened about 5 miles from here at the Kabul International Airport (where I flew in about a week ago). The person I replaced missed it by about 15 minutes on his way out.

Anyway, just wanted to let everyone know I’m fine. Hope everyone had a wonderful Labor Day. We had grilled steak and crab legs. :)

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #2
September 7, 2009 — 4:22 am

Subject: Update from Afghanistan

Greetings from Kabul!

I’m not sure if all of you are willing to be spammed by my periodic updates, so let me know if you want off the mailing list. :)

Life is good so far in Afghanistan. I’m one week down in my 16 week deployment. It’s actually been very productive so far. Today I held meetings with the president of the Afghan Geodesy and Cartography Head Office to discuss how we want our partnership to proceed. Everyone is incredibly friendly here. I’m even picking up a fair amount of Persian. I can say Hello, Goodbye, Thank you, How are you? I am fine, excuse me, etc… I hope to be able to be conversational on a rudimentary level before I leave.

It’s actually very peaceful where I’m at. Though a lot of bad things are going down in other parts of the country, I haven’t heard any sign of the war that’s going on around us. When I was in Bosnia in 1996, we went to sleep to machine gun fire almost every night. That’s not to say we’re not being careful around here. We’ve all been issued body armor and weapons.

So far I’ve been working 14-15 hour days with an hour break to go to the gym. I’m hoping to participate in a 10k run when I get back state-side.

Anyway, that’s about it for now. I’d love to hear from everyone, if you have the time.

Talk to you soon!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
Dispatches From Afghanistan #1
September 4, 2009 — 7:46 pm

Subject: I made it!

Hello, all!
I’ve made it to Kabul. And, it only took 5 days to get here! I’m still learning how everything works and where everything is located. Living conditions are pretty primative here. I live in a huge open-air bay with 24 other people. Everyday I have to put on my body-armor and helmet and walk about1.5 miles to my second office and then walk back a few hours later to my primary office. The food is really good here. Lots of bacon and eggs in the morning and all the fruit you can eat.

I’ve yet to walk down to the Internet cafe, so I haven’t been able to check Facebook. But, it looks like I’ll have daily access to my Gmail account.

I hope everyone is well!

— Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
Books for the Journey
July 9, 2009 — 5:44 pm

I think I’ve worked out a list of books I’ll be taking with me to Afghanistan. They are currently piled up on my bed, waiting to be bundled/packed/shipped. I kept the number down to ten, to be somewhat manageable. Out of the ten, there is only one I’ve read before, but it was in my mid-teens. Surprisingly, there are only three works of non-fiction (to include one book of poetry).

Anyway, here they are.

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. I’ve never been disappointing by a Neil Gaiman novel, and I expect great things from this one.

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. This is one of those “I should really get around to reading that” books. It’s been sitting on my shelf for nearly a decade, but something else always seemed to come up first.

The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius. Another book I’ve been meaning to read these past few years.

Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi. How can I resist? It has the title of my absolute favorite book in its title. Plus, I’ve heard good things about it.

The Forever War by Joe Haldeman. Everyone who knows their Science Fiction insists this is one of the best books written in the genre. Who am I to argue?

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. Not only have I never read this particular book, I’ve never read anything by Ernest Hemingway, save for a few of his short stories. Again, I don’t know why. I just never got around to it.

The Sword of Shannara by Terry Brooks. This is the one I read as a teenager. I’ve been meaning to read it again to see if it stands up to my memory of it.

Random Acts of Senseless Violence by Jack Womack. This one was recommended by a friend who raved about it. We’ll see…

Desolation Road by Ian McDonald. Another one of those classic Science Fiction books that I hear is highly praised.

The Mentor Book of Major American Poets edited by Oscar Williams. Books of poetry are always appreciated.

And, here is a list of books I hope to have read by the time I leave in late August:

The Yiddish Policeman’s Union by Michael Chabon. I’m half way through it and am thoroughly enjoying the story. So far, it’s lived up to its hype.

The Neddiad by Daniel Pinkwater. Daniel Pinkwater writes the smartest kids books I have ever read. Have you ever read The Phantom Tollbooth? He’s on that level of greatness.

The Taliban by Ahmed Rashid.

The Great War for Civilisation by Robert Fisk. At over one thousand pages, this book is quite literally a tome. I’m not sure if I’ll make much headway into it before I leave, but its subject matter is important.

— Justin M. StoddardComments (5)
The Continuing Implosion of the Right
July 7, 2009 — 7:42 pm

Via Radley Balko, who points to Andy McCarthy’s latest piece in the National Review:

The Wall Street Journal (as flagged in the NRO web briefing) reports on rioting in China by Uighur “students” that has left scores dead and hundreds wounded. The “students,” described elsewhere in the story as from a “predominantly Muslim ethnic group[, which has] long chafed at restrictions on their civil liberties and religious practices imposed by a Chinese government fearful of political dissent,” expressed their dissent by torching cars and buses, as well as — according to accounts of some witnesses to state-controlled media — rampaging “with big knives stabbing people” on the street.

No reason for non-Muslims in Bermuda, Palau, or the United States to worry, though. The lovable Uighurs are merely trying to address “economic and social discrimination.” Once they get social justice, I’m sure they’ll stop.

I can’t even call this willful ignorance. This is just base, cynical stupidity. It cravenly plays to the uneducated and the xenophobic. Whether it was done purposely or not matters little. This is a pitiful argument from an un-nuanced and shallow mind. If this is what passes for conservative thought, you can have it.

Here’s are several questions for Mr. McCarthy:

1. Should the United States allow countries like China, with their absolutely horrific history of human rights abuse, to enlist it into its fight against “terrorism”? (Remember, please that Mao made Hitler look like an amateur piker.) If so, should Muslim ethnic minorities in Burma also be classified as such?

2. Do you agree with the Chinese Communist Party’s documented plans of gentrifying entire Chinese provinces, especially when said provinces were taken by force? I am speaking, of course, of Tibet and Xinjiang

3. Is it OK for a government to treat persons of different nationalities or religious beliefs as second class citizens, subject to harassment, arrest, detainment, etc…?

4. Does the Republican party (or conservative thinkers) actually stand for anything anymore? More specifically, Mr. McCarthy, what do you stand for? You know as well as anyone that the story coming out of China is nebulous and slanted. You know, Mr. McCarthy, that you don’t know the whole story. You understand that an entire population of hundreds of thousands of people are not responsible for the actions of a few hundred.

5. Since when did Republicans become apologists for repressive Communist regimes?

Seriously, Mr. McCarthy. Shame on you.

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That Which is Done is That Which Shall be Done
June 28, 2009 — 4:27 pm

I’ve been here before. Here in a metaphorical sense more than a physical reality. I spent nearly 12 months in 1995 and 1996 gearing up for a deployment to Bosnia/Herzegovina. You’ll recall the chaos and near anarchy that ruled the Balkans for the good part of 5 years. Slaughter, mayhem, torture, rape, genocide, all happening right at Europe’s back door.

When I finally did deploy, I went by myself rather than with the 20 person team I trained with. As a newly promoted Sergeant, I was to take charge of a liaison team representing the American forces in a Nordic/Polish battalion in Doboj, Bosnia. We were a four man team with extreme autonomy. We ran the mission the way we saw fit. As long as the higher-ups in Tuzla got their daily reports, we were left alone.

By the time we got there (about 3 months after the Dayton Peace Accords were signed, effectively ending the conflict) things had pretty much died down to a nice dull roar. Though I was never shot at, our team would go to sleep every night to the sound of automatic gunfire off in the distance. Occasionally a large explosion would occur nearby, prompting us to get into a convoy to investigate. I have pictures lying around here somewhere of a blown-up bridge. We arrived on the scene minutes after it happened.

That’s not to say there weren’t moments of sheer terror. When two Serbian MIGS buzzed our camp so close I could see the pilots in their cockpits, I was almost sure it was the end for me as I was caught out in the open, walking from the barracks to my office. Apparently that was a game the Serbian air force liked to play. That particular incident locked half the country down and communiques were sent assuring those in charge that if that were to occur again, said planes would be blown from the sky.

Doom gripped me twice more with its icy fingers during my stay. Once, while convoying from Doboj to Tuzla, we were waved over by a Swedish soldier to provide assistance to a young woman who stepped on a landmine. By the time we walked up to the scene, a very large and angry crowd had gathered, looking upon the two dismembered bodies and one (amazingly) slightly injured woman the landmine had claimed. One tends not to process these horrendous events as they are happening, as you’re too busy just reacting. Reacting to the decapitated body of what looked like a young man in his twenties and his friend/brother/cousin? lying still next to him, peaceful in death, no obvious injuries. The sharp and stunning contrast between the two was what struck at me. They were a literal false dichotomy.

This fantastic juxtaposition was so unnerving to me, so curious, so odd that I failed to notice an ugly turn in the crowd around me. They began to look upon us with accusing eyes. They shrieked and hollered and gestured threateningly. No one took charge, the leadership around me was frozen in uncertainly. Someone attempted to assist the poor woman with her wound but was violently rebuffed. Though we had weapons, we were outnumbered at least ten to one. Finally, a Bosnian linguist from our group spoke up. Whatever he said assuaged the crowd long enough for us to get back into our convoy and drive on.

Youthful swagger got the best of me the next time doom and I met. I volunteered for a foot patrol of the demilitarized zone that served to separate the Serbian and Muslim populations in Bosnia. To this day I have no idea why I did this. I have never experienced that crushing feeling of loneliness at that level since. We were an 8 man squad, roaming about with no immediate support or heavy weapons. You cannot imagine to what extent your senses spike in a situation like that. It’s literally exhausting.

Between the moments of sheer excitement and utter boredom, there was the absurd and bizarre. On New Years Eve 1997, I found myself in the square of our camp watching and listening to the reverie surrounding us. In this case, the celebration consisted of the Bosnians shooting automatic weapons/anti aircraft weapons into the sky. The arch of the tracers was an amazing thing to behold. Literally tens of thousands of rounds curving above us, leaving a trail of bright green and red as the prosperous burned off each one. Accentuate that with the occasional grenade/RPG explosion and you have yourself one hell of a celebration. I’ll never understand, to my dying day, why I was outside watching all of this happen. Though it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, it was, and still remains the most dangerous and asininely stupid things I have ever done.

We had a nice rivalry with our foreign partners, namely the Finns, Poles, Swedes, Nords and Danes. Once, I was able to procure a plastic viking helmet with horns. After a briefing I was able to entertain our counterparts with a complete Swedish Chef imitation. Now, in my humble opinion, I do a pretty good Swedish Chef. But, in this case, the Swedes were more bemused than amused at the attempt. More than anything, they wanted me to know that “Swedes don’t talk like that. We don’t go around saying Bork Bork Bork”. Win one for the Americans, I say.

There’s so much more to mention about my experiences in Bosnia and what I’ve learned afterwords. And, this brings me back to my original point. I’ve been here before. Now that I find myself ramping up for a stint in Afghanistan, Bosnia is more and more on my mind. I’m older, now. Thirteen years have passed. I have two daughters to think of. Demise weighs heavier on the mind at 37 than it did at 23.

I’m also no longer part of the military structure. I’m a civilian, now. I have no idea how that will affect my experiences.

And yet, this time, technology is on my side. I’ll have daily internet connectivity, assuring a steady stream of communication between me and family/friends. I hear Skype is the big thing over there. Also, I have an iPod full of so much music/movies/TV shows, I’ll never get through them in a four month period.

So, yeah, these are the things I’m thinking of. I’ve been here before. I wonder if I’ll be here again somewhere down the road. In a metaphorical sense, of course. . . . Read more!

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Unable to Sleep: Travel List
June 28, 2009 — 2:42 am

Because I’m unable to fall asleep (I drank a large Diet Coke a few hours ago), here, in no particular order, are the top five places I’d like to travel to in the future:

1. The Gobi Desert. Specifically the part of the desert that resides in Mongolia. I’m thinking a 10-14 day visit would be required to get everything in that I’d want to do, including a camel trek through a portion of it. Of course, a couple of days in Ulan Bator, the capital city of Mongolia, would be in order.

2. Xinjiang, China. I’ve been to mainland China twice, now, and with the exception of the Three Gorges Damn area, this is the part of China I yearn to visit the most. The area is dominated by the Uyghur nationality, and the Uyghur language (a Turkic language) is predominately spoken there. The capital city, Urumchi, has the distinct honor of being the farthest city from any ocean in the world.

3. Tokyo, Japan. Ever since I first saw the Karate Kid way back in the day, going to Japan has been a dream of mine. Though, my reasons for wanting to go have matured since then, it is just as exciting to think about it now as it was in my early teens.

There are two things that I’d like to do while in Tokyo: Climb Mt. Fuji to witness the rising sun, and participate in a few Aikido lessons at the Aikikai World Aikido Foundation.

4. The Falkland Islands/South Georgia/Antarctica. This is probably the most ambitious and potentially most expensive item on my list. But, you’ve really gone places if you’ve made it to Antarctica.

5. The Baltic States, which includes Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania. And, of course, a quick jump up to Finland would also be on the itinerary.

So, yeah, five locations I’d like to visit. I’ll be lucky if I can complete one of them. I’ll be completely blessed if I can get two. Anymore than that and I’ll be completely satisfied with life.

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A Gondry Compendium
June 27, 2009 — 1:43 pm

Someone over at Metafilter.com has composed a rather long list of music videos directed by Michel Gondry.

Some of the music may not be to your liking, but the video work is striking. If I ever do get a nice video camera and start working in that medium, Gondry, as well as the extremely talented Terrence Malick will certainly serve as an inspiration. . . . Read more!

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Afghanistan Bound
June 26, 2009 — 11:22 pm

Well, it’s been confirmed; I’m on my way to Afghanistan for a four month stay. I’ll be leaving early September and coming back early January.

I’ll be writing a great deal about my experiences, but since most of it will be targeted towards the people I work with/for, I will be maintaining a separate blog here. Though, if the subject matter isn’t too technical, I’ll be doing quite a bit of cross-posting right here on good ole’ Shrubbloggers.

So, my first step? Learn the Dari alphabet.

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When Prayer is too Personal
June 25, 2009 — 9:05 pm

By now most of the world knows of both Farrah Fawcett’s and Michael Jackson’s demise. Of course, I didn’t know either of them, though I knew of them in varying degrees. My fascination with both wore off many, many years ago. Somewhere between 6th grade and my Freshman year in high school.

I can clearly predict that there will be unceasing media coverage of both deaths/family reactions/public reaction/interment/memorials, ad infinitum. I can also clearly predict that (other than what I see online) I will not be participating.

It’s what I’ve been seeing online so far that bemuses me. Comment after comment after comment saying: “Michael Jackson and his family are in my prayers”.

Wouldn’t a simple, “Michael Jackson, R.I.P.” suffice? What does it really mean to “be in someone’s prayers”? Don’t get me wrong; if, God forbid, something happened to a family member of mine and a close friend/relative assured me that I was in their prayers, well, I would be thankful, my lack of faith not withstanding.

But, we’re not close friends or family members of either Michael or Farrah. We’re vastly more emotionally detached. We don’t have to fumble for awkward words to say to the bereaved. And, quite frankly, they’re not listening anyway. We can simply say, “Wow, I’ll miss that they’re not around”.

So, really, piling on one after the other, saying “you’re in my prayers”; well, isn’t that just a tad narcissistic and assuming? Isn’t it just a bit too…personal?

I’m just saying….

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Beck, The Velvet Underground and Nico
June 25, 2009 — 8:15 pm

Beck, wunderkind musician/songwriter of the past two decades, is covering one of the most influential albums of the late 20th century: . . . Read more!

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Pinyin News: A Great Blog For All Linguistically Inclined People
June 24, 2009 — 8:52 pm

Pinyin News is a blog I follow almost religiously. Though the subject matter is highly specialized (the romanization of Chinese characters in the country of Taiwan), it fascinates me.

If you are at all interested in orthography or the problems of transliteration vs. translation in any language, you should check it out. The fellow that runs the site is knowledgeable and at times pretty witty. I’m not in agreement with some of his linguistic opinions, but he does a good job of backing them all up with rational arguments.

Disclaimer: I speak a bit of Chinese and have been to Taiwan. You should go, too!

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Fomenting Unintended Consequences
June 22, 2009 — 6:24 pm

Bob Herbert’s recent op-ed is a study in both willful ignorance and cognitive dissonance.

Titled, A Threat We Can’t Ignore, Mr. Herbert attempts to conflate the recent shooting in D.C. to an imaginary, wide-spread, right-wing hate movement. Not only does he do a fantastically poor job of it, he brings up the specter of Waco to attempt to drive his point home.

There was a wave of right-wing craziness along those lines during the Clinton administration. Four federal agents were killed and 16 others wounded in 1993 during an attempt to serve a search warrant at the Branch Davidian compound near Waco, Tex., where a stockpile of illegal machine guns had been amassed. The subsequent siege ended disastrously with a raging fire in which scores of people were killed.

That’s one way of looking at it. Another goes like this: Nearly 80 people were immolated when a government tank began smashing walls in while spraying vast amounts of CS gas into the compound which quite probably started the resulting fire. Agents then held back firetrucks a few miles off while women and children burned to death inside. There is speculation that several children died from severe muscle contortions resulting from an overdose of CS gas.

That’s the end result. What Mr. Herbert fails to mention (and what he most certainly knows, as it is one of the most well documented legal cases in recent history), is that the search warrant was obtained on information known to be false. The ATF knew it had no basis to enter the compound so it invented the now infamous “meth lab” and “child abuse” stories. And, to add insult to injury, though they may well have had an arsenal of weapons, only one was deemed illegal.

Mr. Herbert continues:

In the aftermath of Waco, the N.R.A. did its typically hysterical, fear-mongering thing. In a fund-raising letter in the spring of 1995, LaPierre wrote: “Jack-booted government thugs [have] more power to take away our Constitutional rights, break in our doors, seize our guns, destroy our property, and even injure or kill us. …”

I’m not much for hyperbole, but, really, I can’t see anything wrong with the above. For, who else but government (any government) has such a monopoly on that kind of power?

Here’s what people like Mr. Herbert completely fail to understand. The overwhelmingly vast majority of gun owners in this country are peaceful, law-abiding people who just want to be left alone. The evidence is, well, self evident. There are millions upon millions of privately owned handguns/rifles/shotguns, hell even machine guns in this country; and yet, we are not living in some Balkanized hell-hole where snipers are taking a whack at us every time we try to catch the train.

Mr. Herbert continues:

The Southern Poverty Law Center has reported a resurgence of right-wing hate groups in the U.S. since Mr. Obama was elected president. Gun craziness of all kinds, including the passage of local laws making it easier to own and conceal weapons, is on the rise. Hate-filled Web sites are calling attention to the fact that the U.S. has a black president and that his chief of staff is Jewish.

When the state of Missouri passed a concealed carry law several years ago, we heard rhetoric like this all the time. Gun control advocates were certain that the streets would be running with blood. Amazingly, this hasn’t happened. In fact, the Missouri crime rate has kept at a steady pace since, with crime rising in some years and falling in others. Nobody is shooting it out down by the Arch.

And, this allows me to segue into another columnist with some of the same complaints.

On June 11th, Bonnie Erbe of U.S. News and World Report suggests that we Round Up Hate-Promoters Now, Before Any More Holocaust Museum Attacks.

How do we round them up? No answer. Who do we round up? No answer. Who will be in charge of rounding them up? No answer. How does this pass Constitutional muster? No answer. Who watches the watchers? No answer. What is defined as “hate speech”? No answer. Will these people be provided a trial? No answer. What will be the charges levied? No answer.

This is a ridiculously stupid position to take. What happens when the reins of power shift from Democrats to Republicans and they start using this awesome power to detain those they don’t like? No answer. Stupid. Stupid and insipid.

Mr. Herbert and Ms. Erbe epically fail in thinking things through to their logical conclusions. You want more right-wing violence in this country? The sure fire way of getting it is to start rounding them up and taking away their guns. Any half-intelligent person understands the laws of unintended consequences.

Let me make this clear. I stand outside of any structured political party. I’m not a Republican, nor am I a Democrat. I have “liberal leanings” on some issues and “conservative leanings” on others. Saying that, I completely understand the trepidation many gun-owners in this country have towards their government. These are well informed and educated people. When they see things like Waco go down, they tend to take notice. When they see a government cover-up in the aftermath of events like Waco, they start to get prepared.

Take that for what it is. My advice? Leave these people alone. Conflating a couple of maladjusted, unfortunate souls with the entire gun owning/conservative population makes as little sense as blaming all “illegal” immigrants when one breaks the law. These are outliers. Be smart, treat them as such.

Further reading:

Using Waco “Blowback” to Suppress Dissent
More on Bonnie Erbe
The Brown Scare of ’09
The Agitator’s take on all of this

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Viva La Twitterlucion!
June 21, 2009 — 11:28 am

My friend Timo Virkkala has a nice, brief post up about Twitter over at his place.

I’ve avoided the Twitter phenomenon since its inception. I never really bothered to understand its merits. As another friend of mine stated when I asked if he used it, “Isn’t that for teenaged girls?”.

Well, yeah, maybe. But, recent world events have given me pause and another chance to take a look at the Twitter revolution. There is clear evidence that though confused and nebulous, a mass of people using Twitter on the ground, as events unfold serves as a much better information pipeline than slow, bureaucratic television stations or newspapers.

Granted, you’re not going to get anything in depth, but if you pay attention and have the capacity for it, you may be able to filter out the chaos and form an over-arching story.

I’ve also found that Twitter serves as a nice little “RSS feed”. I only have a limited time per day to cull the internet for what interests me. Now, half the work is done for me by friends and contacts.

So, I guess I’m finally on-board. You can follow me here.

Viva la revolucion!

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Saturday Links
June 20, 2009 — 5:49 pm
  • The city of Bozeman, Montana backs down from asking city job applicants for their Facebook/Myspace/blog passwords. I’m sure the unwanted national attention the city received had something to do with it. I wonder if anyone will be fired over this? I further wonder who in their right mind thought this was a good idea.
  • Pixar consistently produces some of the best animation ever created. They are also one hell of a class act.
  • Science Fiction author, Charles Platt, goes undercover at Walmart. Not surprisingly (to me, anyway) what he finds is a place completely at odds with the Brave New World-esque nightmare unions and anti-capitalists have been feeding us for the past 20 years.
  • The ACLU is suing the TSA over Steve Bierfeldt’s detention and harassment. His crime? Carrying money and a copy of the U.S. Constitution (and being a Ron Paul supporter). His only saving grace? He recorded the incident.
  • Best Detention Slip…Ever.
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In Perpetuity
June 18, 2009 — 7:54 pm

Listen, I realize how easy it is to devolve into a rant when one owns a blog. I’ve spewed forth my fair share of vitriol on these very pages. I don’t think there’s anything necessarily wrong with that. A good rant can be cleansing. It serves as a visceral outlet. But, they do tend to get old, especially when one doesn’t have the energy to put their heart into it.

But, a rant does serve one concrete purpose. Once it’s up, it’s up, baby. In today’s digital age, a blog post can almost be assured to live on in perpetuity.

That said, I’d like to introduce the world to Suzanne Lukas, the state of Maine’s School Area District 6 Superintendent.

Go ahead, hit the link…drink it in.

Suzanne Lukas refused to hand student Justin Denney his diploma after he bowed to the crowd and blew a kiss to his mother. I know, I know…there has to be more to the story, right? Nope. Watch the video for yourself.

Pathetic, Suzanne Lukas. Downright pathetic.

The story continues to say that at least one student was escorted out of the auditorium by the police for having a beach ball. He was told he could leave or be arrested. Wow! A beach ball. Good on ya, Barney Fife. I seem to recall shenanigans like this going down at my high school graduation. Amazingly enough, we all lived through it. If there were police present, they didn’t act like pansy assed, power tripping megalomaniacs. And, our Superintendent didn’t completely show his ass in front of thousands of people.

As I stated in a previous post, there’s a cup of pencils somewhere with Suzanne Lukas’s name on it, just waiting to get sold on some street corner.

Lord, save us from principals and superintendents.

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Put Down That Hoppe Pipe
June 18, 2009 — 7:23 pm

Via Tom Knapp, Rad Geek completely owns Vin Suprynowicz on the issue of “illegal” immigration. (Scroll down to the comments)

As Tom says on his site:

Yo, libertarians: Put down the Hoppe / Brimelow / Wooldridge crack pipe. Please. You’re embarrassing yourselves, and frankly this business of having to constantly roll your semi-conscious carcasses out of your own ideological vomit is getting a little old.

I paid very close attention to Vin Suprynowitcz before his anti-immigration shtick began a few years ago. I have no idea how a person like that reasons himself into such an untenable position. Like Tom says, he should know better.

***UPDATE***

Rad Geek breaks everything down over at his place.

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Pompous Circumstance
June 6, 2009 — 12:06 pm

You know, when I think on it, there hasn’t been a single high-school principal I’ve known whom I’ve respected. And, the more I read about them, the more they disgust me. Whether they are banning touch sports, suspending students for sniffing markers or, the latest, denying students the one day they’ve earned after twelve years in hell:

But when commencement rehearsal time came Thursday morning, her mother, Maria Ramos, developed a painful migraine headache, leaving her unable to drive.

Ramos explained that behind the wheel, “it’s really dangerous for myself, my daughter.”

Not holding her own driver’s license, Lopez took off, walking 2.3 miles to the high school.

She says she arrived at 11 a.m., well past the 10 a.m. mandatory rehearsal time.

A district spokeswoman confirmed that principal Mike Chrietzberg disqualified Lopez, since the rule to be there on time and for the entire rehearsal, is clear and firm.

“I just took it like very badly because it’s something that I’ve been waiting for,” Lopez said.

I’m not even going to assume there’s “more to the story” than we’re hearing, as many apologists for these kinds of actions often claim. It’s easier for me to believe that principal Mike Chrietzberg is a petty little man who accepts no interruptions in his little fiefdom.

Principal Mike Chrietzberg, if teaching students that they must bend to arbitrary, stupid, unbending power, is your goal, you’ve done a bang up job. May I suggest you get a new job? Perhaps selling pencils on a street corner would be more suitable to your abilities?

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Misc. Mayhem: The Insect God
June 5, 2009 — 10:11 pm

Being one of the tracks on my Misc Mayhem! mix-tape.

I’m not sure what entity entered my sphere of awareness first, Edward Gorey or Camper Van Beethoven. For the purpose of this post, I’ll assume I came across both at relatively the same time. Stick with me here.

First, Camper Van Beethoven. I don’t want to stick with this band too much…we’ll see them more in a later post. When the band broke up in the early 90’s, two feuding bands emerged: David Lowery’s Cracker and Victor Krummenacher’s Monks of Doom.

I was perfectly happy to pay my allegiances to the Cracker side of the rift. They stumbled with their first release, but I still think their second effort, Kerosene Hat, is a fine, fine piece of work.

I didn’t pay much attention to Monks of Doom until Eric sent me a mix-tape (literally a tape) with The Insect God included. . . . Read more!

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Misc. Mayhem!
June 5, 2009 — 7:56 pm

I’ve finished six of my mixed tapes, but I thought I’d start with this one as it’s my favorite so far. I’ll be writing about each song individually as the month goes on. For now, I just wanted to get the tracks listed.

As you know, there are 20 tracks per tape (CD, whatever). Artists don’t repeat unless they are in a different band or working on a different project (you’ll see an example below).

For the most part, the songs below didn’t fit neatly into any of my other categories. After I completed it, I found that 10 of the songs are old to me. The other 10 are brand new discoveries.

I love them all.

A quick word of caution. Some of the Youtube videos above are live versions of the songs listed. In my opinion, they aren’t nearly as good as the studio album versions. For example, you’re not going to hear David Immergluck’s (now of the Counting Crows) amazing, mighty, almost reality defying wail in the middle of The Insect God. And, you’re not going to experience Black Francis’s powerful, yet contained screaming in Monkey Gone to Heaven.

Other than that, though…good stuff all around.

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Alles Klar Herr Kommissar?
June 2, 2009 — 10:52 am

Via the New York Times, meet the 31 year old who is now running Government Motors.

As Radley Balko states:

He has no business training. His work experience consists of campaigns, politics, and a stint at a foreign aid organization. Welcome to the planned economy.

Tell me again why I should “buy American”?

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Change You Can Believe In
June 1, 2009 — 9:37 pm

From Salon.com:

Obama’s support for the new Graham-Lieberman secrecy law.

The White House is actively supporting a new bill jointly sponsored by Sens. Lindsey Graham and Joe Lieberman — called The Detainee Photographic Records Protection Act of 2009 — that literally has no purpose other than to allow the government to suppress any “photograph taken between September 11, 2001 and January 22, 2009 relating to the treatment of individuals engaged, captured, or detained after September 11, 2001, by the Armed Forces of the United States in operations outside of the United States.” As long as the Defense Secretary certifies — with no review possible — that disclosure would “endanger” American citizens or our troops, then the photographs can be suppressed even if FOIA requires disclosure. The certification lasts 3 years and can be renewed indefinitely. The Senate passed the bill as an amendment last week.

Start explaining yourselves, Democrats. Where’s the outrage?

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Off the Shelves
May 31, 2009 — 6:14 pm

A look at what I’m currently reading:

Hollywood by Gore Vidal. The fifth in book in his Narratives of Empire series, in which Vidal explores the personalities of William Randolph Hearst, President Woodrow Wilson and the role of Hollywood in selling America on the First World War. Like other books in his series, this is done through a rich tapestry of fictional (and non-fictional) characters. So far Burr has been the best in the series, but we’re now approaching an era of history that I have always been immensely fascinated with.

Picking up this book reminded me of one of my favorite Simpsons quotes:

Lisa: “These are my only friends: grown-up nerds like Gore Vidal. And even he’s kissed more boys than I ever will.”
Marge: “Girls, Lisa. Boys kiss girls.”

The Yiddish Policeman’s Union by Micheal Chabon. I don’t know much about this book other than what I’ve heard via word-of-mouth. I do know that it’s a work of alternate fiction, a genre I can’t get enough of. We’ll see if it pans out.

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Bill Donohue: Vacuous Dirtbag
May 31, 2009 — 1:25 pm

Posted without comment, other than just…”wow”. . . . Read more!

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Troll Bait
May 30, 2009 — 10:02 pm

Because I can’t stand it when someone on the internet is wrong, I get sucked into the school choice debate over at Eric’s place of employment. Though Eric really doesn’t need my help, I’m just kind of backing him up a bit.

He has to be half-way civil.

I don’t.

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WTF
May 29, 2009 — 10:20 pm

When Eric finally gets around to adding the ability to categorize our posts, I’m seriously considering adding a WTF category.

Because, seriously, the following would certainly qualify. . . . Read more!

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Afternoon Links
May 29, 2009 — 1:49 pm

A few links of interest:

  • A new book is about to come out documenting the history of the United States and Great Britain’s involvement in deporting the entire population of Diego Garcia to make way for one of our most strategically important military bases. Not surprisingly, it’s pretty much a tale of woe
  • Tiny Art Director. A delightful interaction between an artist father and his task mistress 4 year old daughter. And, he got a book deal!
  • Speaking of kids, here’s a great contrafactual video by Eric Herman called The Elephant Song. Every parent loves doing these kinds of things to their young children. It’s incredibly charming to watch their absolute black and white philosophy unfold before your eyes.
  • Wikipedia bans editors from the Church of Scientology.
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Irony, Thy Name is Progress
May 28, 2009 — 5:35 pm

From the New York Times:

The killing in 1967 of an unarmed demonstrator by a police officer in West Berlin set off a left-wing protest movement and put conservative West Germany on course to evolve into the progressive country it has become today.

Now a discovery in the archives of the East German secret police, known as the Stasi, has upended Germany’s perception of its postwar history. The killer, Karl-Heinz Kurras, though working for the West Berlin police, was at the time also acting as a Stasi spy for East Germany.

For the left, Mr. Kurras’s true allegiance strikes at the underpinnings of the 1968 protest movement in Germany. The killing provided the clear-cut rationale for the movement’s opposition to what its members saw as a violent, unjust state, when in fact the supposed fascist villain of leftist lore was himself a committed socialist.

It comes as absolutely no surprise to me that a socialist agent of the state acted in such a brutal, calculating manner; but does it come as a surprise to the left? Leftists already have much to answer for, but this event does much more than strike “at the underpinnings of the 1968 protest movements”. More than one leftist criminal organization rallied around this event to justify their actions.

Seriously, the irony here is delicious, predictable and heart breaking.

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Watchenstein
May 27, 2009 — 7:39 pm

I have a love affair with watches. I love them. Not only are they completely sensible, they are about the only piece of jewelery that really looks good on a man.

I allow myself a new watch about once every six months. Always analog. Never digital.

Though I usually don’t spend more than say…$60 on a new watch, I might be able to convince myself to lay down the $219 it would cost to get this beauty.

Listen, I know there are many (if not most) of you out there who think this thing is a hideous piece of crap. But, I gotta be honest. I literally salivated the first time I saw it.

More, please!

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A Confederacy of Imbeciles
May 26, 2009 — 5:53 pm

H.L. Mencken once wrote:

I do not object to being denounced, but I can’t abide being school-mastered, especially by men I regard as imbeciles.

Mencken can always be counted upon to provide pithy, worthwhile quotes but the above is certainly my favorite. Anytime I run across an imbecile who wishes to “school-master” (surprisingly, this happens quite a bit as there seems to be a high rate of co-morbidity between imbeciles and the need to inculcate via means of, well, imbecility), I think upon it and smile.

Such is the case concerning the recent Memorial Day row over the Confederate Memorial located at Arlington. If you have a moment, follow the preceding link and read the letter sent to President Obama asking him to break with the tradition of sending a Memorial Day wreath to said monument.

I actually agree with the overall thrust of this letter, in principle (though not really in action). America would probably be a much better place if it broke every tradition ever set by Woodrow Wilson. Here’s an assignment for all you radical high school students: Do not rest until every institution of learning in this country is eradicated of the name Woodrow Wilson. That these people are not protesting federal monuments made out to the very worst of our presidents is telling. Very educated, cogent and rational arguments can and have been made that Wilson is at least tangentially responsible for tens of millions of deaths. But, I digress. Onto the monumental flap.

I am not here to defend monuments to war. I simply have never been that riled up about them, either way. I like visiting old grave yards. I love looking at and touching old monuments. They are very interesting to me, regardless of political views. I’ve been to Arlington numerous times and have seen/touched the Confederate memorial. It’s a nice looking statue; Gothic and a bit foreboding, but very tangential. But, that’s the point of a monument, isn’t it?

My views on the Civil War have been hashed out before. It was a mistake. The North should have taken the high ground and seceded from the Union decades before that fateful day at Fort Sumter. But, these are all mental exercises in alternate histories. Surely we can all be good winners and allow one or two monuments without all the hullabaloo?

But, I find I’m straying further and further away from my original intent when I started this post an hour or so ago. Like I said, I don’t like being school-mastered, but if you are going to attempt it, please don’t be an idiot about it. The signers of the letter claim that giving credence to the memorial also gives credence to confederacy. We are left to infer that that would be a bad thing. But, shouldn’t every American warmly welcome confederacy? Weren’t the people we count as the greatest of Americans confederates? Benjamen Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, William Lloyd Garrison, Martin Luther King, ad infinitum…?

And, really, claiming that Cato the Younger would have stood against the CSA during the war is simply astonishing. Cato, though a timeless and powerful voice for freedom, had slaves of his own. Despite this obvious inconsistency (think George Washington or Thomas Jefferson) it’s easy to imagine young Cato coming down on either side of the argument. The Confederacy, for all its blatant, evil faults, had just enough good arguments on their side of things that it’s still easy to this day to get caught in the trap of becoming their apologist.

And yet, that’s what we have done for the North every day since the war ended nearly 150 years ago. It’s time to stop apologizing for both sides. It was what it was and it is what it is.

Take some time, go visit an old grave yard. Find an old Confederate or Union tombstone/monument. Look at it, touch it, walk around it, study it, meditate on it. Just, you know…relax.

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Mix Tape Mayhem!
May 25, 2009 — 7:50 pm

Apart from ending the past two blog post titles with an exclamation point, my little brain has been hard at work trying to figure out just what I should be doing with my free time.

I came up with an idea about a week ago and have been fastidiously working to make it a reality. I’ve always liked receiving and sending out mix-tapes. Really, I’ve discovered most of the music I enjoy that way. However, since the tape medium is all but obsolete, it’s been awhile since one has hit my mailbox.

To jump-start the old musical neurons, I’ve decided to begin work on an ambitious mix-tape project of my own. Perhaps ironically, actual audio tape will not be used in this endeavor. I’ve been toying with the idea of sending out this music via USB flash drives…but that is one of many ideas.

More of that later. Perhaps I should explain the project in more detail before I start talking about distribution, no?

The idea is to have 20 categories (20 different “mix-tapes”) that will include 20 songs each for a total of 400 songs/arrangements. The caveats are as follows:

-No repeat bands
-No repeated songs
-Performers can be repeated provided that they are in different bands.

Some of the categories I’ve come up with so far:

-Jazzfest Mayhem
-Jazz Mayhem
-Blues Mayhem
-Bluegrass Mayhem
-Rockabilly Mayhem
-Chick Led Bands of the 90’s Mayhem
-Female Vocalist (Any Era) Mayhem
-Country Mayhem
-Kid Mayhem
-Motown Mayhem
-Hip Hop Mayhem
-Instrumental Mayhem
-Japanese Mayhem
-St. Louis Mayhem (Music from the local St. Louis scene)
-Funk Mayhem
-Misc Mayhem
-Classical Mayhem

That leaves me three categories to fill out. But, I’m still thinking on it.

Progress so far: 168 songs, for a total of 10.6 hours of listening.

Suggestions are always welcome.

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And, We’re Back!
May 25, 2009 — 7:05 pm

OK, I can’t take credit for the new and improved Shrubbloggers site (Shrubbloggers 2.0). Though I can take the credit for prodding and threatening Eric these past two years to get everything updated, he’s done all the physical/mental heavy lifting (though I believe he will admit I saved him a few hours of work with my various suggestions).

So, anyway, we’re back and operational. We now have all the modern whistles and bells you would expect from a functional blog operating in 2009.

So…stick around, and stuff.

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Lost in Translation
November 26, 2008 — 5:30 pm

Is it a generational thing? Conversation I had with my girls while outside enjoying the sunshine:

Jordan: Let’s play “Monkey in the Middle”.

Me: What’s that?

Zoe: It’s where a you throw a ball to another person while the person in the middle trys to catch it.

Jordan: Yeah, and if the person in the middle catches the ball, the person that threw it has to switch places with the person in the middle.

Me: Oh, you mean ‘Keep Away’?

Jordan and Zoe: What’s that?

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It’s Time to Face the Facts
November 25, 2008 — 8:20 pm

There is striking evidence that the economy is in a rapid free-fall. We have almost certainly entered a period of deep recession. Over 7 trillion (Trillion!) dollars have been allocated to “ease frozen credit”. 7 trillion dollars is not chump change. That’s over half the value of everything (Everything!) produced in the United States last year. Our consumption has far outstripped our production, leaving us in severe debt. Other countries are beginning to limit how much they loan us (which is understandable). Some economists are suggesting that the housing bubble was just the beginning. We may soon be seeing a massive run on the dollar as it loses relative value to other currencies. In short, your dollar won’t buy as much in the future as it’s buying now. Top this all off with massive governmental interference in the markets (a possible unwarranted and unwise bailout of U.S. auto companies, for example) and two ongoing foreign wars (with Russia looming large), and well, things aren’t looking so great.

This is how empires fall.

We are in for some unrelenting pain over the next few years; perhaps longer. Whatever the outcome, the length of time we all suffer will almost certainly be extended due to overzealous governmental interference. Because it is becoming increasingly difficult for us to borrow money from our trading partners, money will have to be raised by either raising taxes or increasing the supply of money, both of which will be disastrous and will only serve to severely exacerbate the problem. Higher taxes discourages savings and production (things needed in a recession) and increasing the money supply (printing more money) deflates the value of the dollar, leading to a period of inflation.

I also fear the inevitable civil consequences. We will most likely see a harsher backlash against immigration and foreign made products in the near future. We will be extolled (more than usual) to “buy American” (one of the most UnAmerican things I’ve ever heard muttered). It is likely that we will become more nationalist. Expect to see more calls for “voluntary” civil “service”. There will be more and more nods to Franklin Roosevelt and his New Deal. There will most certainly be calls for a new public works system to “put Americans back to work”. Every last one of these scenarios will only extend our pain.

So, I guess that’s why I’m blogging again. Though I’m certainly no expert on economics (I have much to learn and read), I do believe I’m standing on the ideologically correct side of this. This will be a time for more open communication. It will certainly be a time for rational discourse and learning. Hopefully we will all come out on the other side of this with minimal harm.

Here’s what I’m going to do:

-It’s time to hedge against inflation. Use your current dollars to purchase the hard commodities you will use within the next year. Canned goods, dried foods (rice, beans, etc…), toilet paper, toothpaste, laundry detergent, diapers, etc… Stocking up on goods now will ensure you are not paying a higher price for the same items later.

-Make sure you have any necessary maintenance done to appliances or property you own. If you need new tires for your car, this is probably the time to get them. Ditto on home repairs, etc…

-Pay down as much credit as you can. This is generally a good idea at any given time, but you may need disposable money for other things in the future.

-Save money. Start socking away money in your savings account or just put it under your pillow…but save, save, save.

-It may be a good time to start thinking about gold and silver. I just opened up an account where I can purchase gold bit by bit. As the dollar loses value, more and more people will be turning to gold and precious medals as a hedge on their investments. As demand for these commodities go up, so will the price. Watch out for government manipulation in the gold market, however; and remember that FDR outlawed private ownership of gold in the late 30’s.

-Practice frugality in general. Cut coupons, carpool, keep the heat down in the winter, join a local Freecycle group, re-evaluate your monthly purchases. (I cut out book buying and got a library card instead, a move that’s saving me approximately $60 per month).

-Most of all (and I know this may be a cheesy sentiment), be nice to each other. Love your family and friends. Look out for your loved ones. If you have a propensity for it, socialize and talk about what is going on. Pick up a book on economics (I suggest Economics in One Lesson by Henry Hazlitt) to understand what is happening. Times are going to get a little rough, but if we keep our collective heads, we’ll make it.

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Political Crimes
October 3, 2007 — 7:45 pm

I would strongly encourage anyone who is interested in the idea of freedom to visit Free Paul Jacob as quickly as possible. In fact, do it now, with all haste.

Wirkman Virkkala has written an excellent post describing the whole shameful affair. Paul Jacob’s plight was also recently featured on Reason’s Hit and Run.

Aside from being put in shackles and threatened with a ten year prison sentence for what in reality amounts to a political “crime”, the outcome of this case may well affect the course of political freedom in this country.

We’re not supposed to be living in a country where people can do hard prison time for political purposes. It’s time to take notice.

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Hash it Out
August 27, 2007 — 7:15 pm

I’ve been meaning to write a blog entry generalizing my feelings about the hysterics that seem to grip we Americans from time to time, but John Cole beat me to it:

It is absurd. You are safe. I am safe. This nation is safe. Quit being such a damned pussy. All of you.

Cogent, Pithy, Succinct. Perfect.

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Tough Love
August 17, 2007 — 10:45 pm

Remember when I said that the only things “tough love” teen camps demand are unquestioned obedience and conformity?

Another sad story:

Authorities charged the director of a Christian boot camp and an employee with dragging a 15-year-old girl behind a van after she fell behind the group during a morning run.

Charles Eugene Flowers and Stephanie Bassitt of San Antonio-based Love Demonstrated Ministries, a 32-day boot camp for at-risk teens, are accused of tying the girl to the van with a rope June 12 and dragging her, according to an arrest affidavit filed Wednesday.

Flowers, the camp’s director, ordered Bassitt to run alongside the girl after she fell behind, according to the affidavit. When the girl stopped running, Bassitt yelled at her and pinned her to the ground while Flowers tied the rope to her, according to the affidavit.

Flowers and Bassitt have been charged with aggravated assault. It seems to me that attempted murder may be a bit more appropriate.

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Just…Wow
August 17, 2007 — 8:55 pm

I’ll admit, when it comes to mass-media, I’m a bit jaded. Apart from CSI and a couple of shows on the Cartoon Network, I rarely watch television. I’ve never been caught up the American Idol craze. To tell the truth, I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen an episode. That being said, I came across this clip on YouTube this morning and was stunned. I watched it with my younger daughter earlier this evening and she noticed my eyes were a bit watery. When she asked why, I replied that this was one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in a long while.

Check it out:

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Angie
April 5, 2007 — 8:15 pm

I have a picture of Angellika Arndt taped to the side of my computer at work, right alongside pictures of my own girls.

I don’t know “Angie”. I’ve never met her. Nor have I talked with her or her parents.

Angie Arndt was murdered by staff members of the Rice Lake Day Treatment Center in Wisconsin. She was seven years old.

In the ensuing investigation, it was found that a day before her death she…:

…arrived at Rice Lake around 11:30 a.m. She was sitting having lunch with the other children when she got the giggles and blew bubbles in her milk. She was reprimanded and told to stop laughing and to stop blowing bubbles. When she laughed again, she was taken to “time out” where she was told to sit still on a hard chair. This is a seven-year old child with attention deficit disorder, so sitting still in a chair was a very difficult thing to do. This was done as a “cool down” period.

During this “cool down”, Angie crossed her legs and rested her head on her knees. Because she did not do exactly what she was told to do she was taken to the “cool down” room, a closet-sized room with nothing but a chair, a mat on the middle of a cement floor, and blank walls. “I don’t want to go,” she cried.

But she was forced to go. She was told once again to sit in a chair and not move. She covered her ears and began to cry. She was tired and curled up on the chair. She fell asleep, was woken up, and told to sit appropriately and complete the cool-down. She was asleep, how much cooler did she need to be?

Head up, feet down, don’t move, and be quiet.

Again she fell asleep and again they woke her up. She became agitated and began to swing her legs. As this continued and staff surrounded her, she became more agitated and was restrained in her chair.

She was told if she struggled it would be considered “unsafe behavior”. She knew that meant she would be taken down and put into a face-down prone restraint. She was told by staff not to cry and to control her emotions. But she was not able to control her emotions and she couldn’t stop crying. During the course of the chair restraint she fell out of her chair. Knowing what would come next, she pleaded with them, saying she would complete the “cool down.” But it was too late.

It appears that in the minds of the staff, and after a staff discussion, this called for an all-out face-down floor restraint. She was taken down by two adults. One grabbed her ankles while the other grabbed her shoulders and held her down for 98 minutes. During this time she struggled, cried, screamed for help. But no one responded to her pleas for help.

It was reported that during some of the prone restraints she vomited, lost control of her bodily functions, complained of headaches, complained of eye pain, and fell asleep – or possibly passed out.

The very next day, Angie “misbehaved” again.

Angie was taken to the “cool down” room and placed in a face-down prone restraint. Again two staff participated in the restraint. One held her ankles while the other held her upper body. Bradley Ridout was summoned to assist another employee in the restraint. At the time, Angie was laying in a prone position, face-down on a thinly-carpeted cement floor. The other employee restrained Angie’s legs while Ridout covered her upper torso with his body, initially supporting his weight with his elbows. But as time went on his body weight of about 250 pounds shifted on her small upper torso, suffocating her.

During the course of this restraint she cried, screamed, thrashed, begged for help, said she couldn’t breathe, complained of a headache, and said her eyes hurt. Rather than stop to listen to her complaints, Ridout grabbed her head and held her down. He continued holding her down for about 30 minutes, putting pressure on her small upper body.

No one seemed to listened to her, no one seemed to believed her. Instead, regardless of the fact that she vomited, urinated and defecated on herself, and was crying out for help, they continued to hold her down. Finally, she became quiet and still. Finally she gave up. When they released her, Ridout rolled her small listless body over and noticed her face was blue.

I keep Angie’s picture taped to my computer to remind me every day why I’m studying psychology. There is an underlying perversion in this country manifesting itself in various “tough love” programs and “treatment” facilities for “troubled kids”. If you study the pattern long enough, it’s not hard to discover that the only thing these programs demand is unquestioned obedience and conformity.

It’s been proven over and over again that if these programs do not get what they want, they will kill you to save you.

I intend to end this.

One only need read Help at Any Cost by Maia Szalavitz to understand the severity of the problem. Programs that throw troubled teens out into the wilderness or kidnap them away from their friends and families only to go through brainwashing sessions that would make the Dear Leader blush are not helping kids. They are abusing them, with sanction. It must stop.

That is why I have a picture of Angie on my desk. It’s time we start trying to understand kids instead of beating them into submission.

For more information, visit The Center Against Institutionalized Child Abuse. They have dozens, if not hundreds of stories just like Angie’s. Each more horrific than the previous.

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1001 Journals
April 3, 2007 — 8:30 pm

I’ve known about the 1000 Journals Project for nearly a year now. Unfortunately, my discovery of the project was too late to get involved. I did, however, received the end result of the project from Amazon.com today.

I love it.

I also discovered that there is a new journal project now taking place. This time, I was NOT too late to get involved.

I just created journal number 1775 and will be sending it along this weekend. Any and all readers are encouraged to head on over and sign up.

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50 Books in One Year
April 1, 2007 — 7:31 pm

That’s my goal. I’ll have a little graphic over there on the side-bar tracking my progress. This should be fun.

I’ve also resurrected My Library Thing. Only 200 books are allowed to be cataloged with a free account. I’ll be upgrading to a paid account here in the near future in order to get the rest of my books online.

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Heaven Goes By Favour
March 9, 2007 — 10:20 pm

Sascha was the sweetest creature I have ever known. She traveled the world with me; from Germany to California to Maryland and Missouri. She succumbed to heart failure this morning.

I miss her.

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It’s that time again
March 3, 2007 — 8:36 pm

Two more books have found their way into my ever-expanding library:

Hammock Camping: The Complete Guide to Greater Comfort, Convenience and Freedom

Since I plan on doing several overnight, 30-50 mile hiking trips (with a hammock) this spring, summer, fall, I thought this might be a good book to have.

Aircraft of the Aces: Legends World War 2

One of those “serial interests” I pick up from time to time.

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Fed Up
February 26, 2007 — 8:14 pm

I’ve never had the flu. Ever. When I do get sick, it’s often a very severe sinus infection. When it’s not serious, it’s still pretty bad. I’ve been dealing with this for as long as I remember. I know the symptoms. I know how long it will last. And, most importantly, when suffering from sometimes agonizing pain, I know what makes me comfortable.

Hot tea. Sudafed. Sleep. In that order.

I went Walgreens this past Friday to get a box of Sudafed so I could prepare for a ritualistic weekend involving the afore-mentioned items.

Apparently, you can’t just buy Sudafed anymore. On the great wall of therapeutics, where the Sudafed should be, is a card directing you to take it to the pharmacist, where you can purchase your deliverance.

“Hmmm”, thought I, “There must have been a rash of Sudafed thievery lately.”

Walking up to the pharmacy counter, I presented the card symbolizing the particular strength and dosage of Sudafed that I required and waited.

“Drivers licence, please.”

I presented my drivers licence without much thought, holding my wallet up so it could be seen through the transparent plastic most wallets come with these days. I assumed she just wanted to confirm I was over 21.

“You’re gonna have to take your licence out because I have to type some information into the computer.”

“Why?”

“It’s required.”

“By whom?”

“It’s the law.”

“Isn’t Sudafed an over the counter drug?”

“Yes, but we have to enter your name into a database because you are limited to how much Sudafed you can buy in a certain time frame.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Yes, I did say “fucking”, which is a word I rarely ever say in public, particularly to a stranger. This gives you some measure of how completely pissed off I was.

And so, I gave her my drivers licence. And now, I’m in some state-run database that notes the date, time, name, drivers licence number, the amount and strength of the over the counter drug I purchased.

If I accidentally damaged my recent purchase of Sudafed in anyway, say by dropping it in the toilet, or accidentally throwing it out in the trash, etc…, I would not be able to return to any store in Missouri to buy more within a 24 hour period. If I were to do so, I would be eyed with great suspicion. In fact, the police might even be called out.

It is nobody’s damned business how much Sudafed I purchase. Not to sound overly dramatic, or hyperbolic, but this has just made me a victim of our amazingly incompetent war on drugs. It makes me so incredibly angry to be treated with suspicion and forced to give up my privacy in order to remedy a common occurrence in my life.

This is one of the reasons I view people like Mrs. du Toit and their notions of free association with complete derision.

Please, kindly go fuck yourselves.

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Books a Million
February 23, 2007 — 7:52 pm

Since it’s payday, by default, it is also “book buying day”. Here’s what found its way into my home today.

Infidel by Ayaan Hirsi Ali.

I’ve had my eye on this one for a while – well, it was actually just published this month, but I’ve been hearing about it for some time – but it was Timothy’s elegant post that clenched the deal for me.

The Best Short Stories of Fyodor Dostoevsky by Fyodor Dostoevsky.

I’m embarrassed to say, this was an accidental purchase. I meant to pick up Stories of Anton Chekhov. I think Dostoevsky will do nicely until I make it back to the book store, however.

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Love, Hate
February 20, 2007 — 8:17 pm

This is how you deal with bigotry. Very funny.

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It’s an Addiction
February 17, 2007 — 6:17 pm

Here are the books I got in the mail today (via Amazon.com), with a book description following each title:

Why We Can’t Wait by Martin Luther King, Jr.

In 1963, Birmingham, Alabama, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. launched the Civil Rights movement and demonstrated to the world the power of nonviolent direct action. Why We Can’t Wait recounts not only the Birmingham campaign, but also examines the history of the civil rights struggle and the tasks that future generations must accomplish to bring about full equality for African Americans. Dr. King’s eloquent analysis of these events propelled the Civil Rights movement from lunch counter sit-ins and prayer marches to the forefront of the American consciousness.

Mortified: Real Words. Real People. Real Pathetic. a project by David Nadelberg.

In the days before blogs, teenagers recorded their lives with a pen in top-secret notebooks, usually emblazoned with an earnest, underlined plea to parents to keep away. Since 2002, David Nadelberg has tapped that vast wellspring of adolescent anguish in the stage show Mortified, in which grown men and women confront their past with firsthand tales of their first kiss, first puff, worst prom, fights with mom, life at bible camp, worst hand job, best mall job, and reasons they deserved to marry Simon LeBon.

I first heard about “Mortified” here:

It wasn’t until I heard Sascha Rothchild read from her diary for a live stage show of Mortified on This American Life, however, that I knew I had to get this book.

I’ve always loved this sort of stuff. I check out Postsecret every week and own nearly every book from that project. I also enjoy Found Magazine and other such endeavors. I guess there is a voyeur in me that needs to be satisfied.

How to Cheat at Everything: A Con Man Reveals the Secrets of the Esoteric Trade of Cheating, Scams and Hustles by Simon Lovell

How to Cheat at Everything is a roller-coaster ride through bar bets, street hustles, carnivals, Internet fraud, big and small cons, card and dice games and more. You’ll even find the exact frauds that the NYPD regard as the most common and dangerous today, and learn top tips on how to avoid each one. This inside information comes from Lovell’s lifetime of experience in the field, along with additional information from both sides of the law.

This was a complete impulse buy. I saw it reviewed on Boing Boing and decided to give it a try. It’s not that I’d ever try to pull any of these scams, I just like to know how things like this work. (Kind of like magic. I don’t really have the energy to learn any “magic” tricks, but I love figuring out how they work).

Remembered Prisoners of a Forgotten War: An Oral History of Korean War POWs by Lewis H. Carlson

Of the 7,140 Americans who were taken prisoner during the Korean War, about 40 percent died in captivity. Oddly, Korean War prisoners were not treated as heroes; instead, the popular press seemed to regard them at the time, and for some years afterward, as brainwashed turncoats or weaklings. Carlson (We Were Each Other’s Prisoners: An Oral History of World War II) here argues that an America affected by the Red Menace and McCarthyism chose to blame the victims. He attempts to correct the misperception by demonstrating that the main causes of POW mortality were starvation, lack of medical treatment, and execution by their captors, using the voices of surviving prisoners as evidence. The narratives of the prisoners themselves are remarkable for their forthrightness and matter-of-fact tone. In many cases, the men’s survival, under conditions of extreme privation, torture, and psychological pressure, is nothing short of amazing.

I got this book (and more like it to come) to research a theory I’ve been working on regarding the highly popular “Teen Help” industry alive and well in America today. For more information, I highly recommend Maia Szalavitz’s Help at Any Cost. I’ll be writing much more about this at a later date.

The Scapegoat Generation: America’s War on Adolescents by Mike A. Males

Violence. Drugs. Pregnancy. Suicide. Are our nation’s teenagers out of control? Mike Males provides a different picture–how politicians, private interests, and the media unfairly scapegoat adolescents for America’s problems. Among the myths he explodes:

Myth: Drugs, guns, gangsta rap, TV violence and “innate” youth savagery are causing crime and mayhem.

Same as above. My studies in psychology have led me to the conclusion that adolescents are probably the most demonized social group in our society. This is nowhere near a benign situation. Children and adolescents are routinely beaten (physically and mentally) into cruel submission by a society that does not care to understand them. What society wants (with psychologists, psychiatrists and “child experts” backing it up) is obedience. If it doesn’t get obedience, it will condone sickening measures to achieve it; hence the quickly growing “Teen Help” industry I referred to earlier. Again, I’ll write more on this later.

What I’m reading right now:

The Social Contract by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The Social Contract is simple to understand. It’s even easier to deconstruct; and it’s been done before. But, even if you’re not as radical as Lysander Spooner, you don’t have to put too much thought into what’s wrong with the following argument (from Mrs. du Toit:)

WHY you support something or agree with something is as important as your conclusions, and that is why I am not a libertarian.

For example, I think it is perfectly acceptable for some city (or state) in the U.S. to pass laws which prohibit people living there because of their race/creed/religion. They can also have laws which make sodomy, out of wedlock sex, or adultery a crime, punishable by imprisonment. If they want to pass laws that require you to do a jig on main street once a month, they can do that, too.

Now, do I think that is wise or would I want to live there?

Of course not. But that’s not the point. (I might think the jig thing was a hoot, though.)

People in the U.S., in their individual communities and states can and should pass all the laws and rules they want, because that’s what Freedom of Association really means. It is what representative government means. It is a Constitutional protection, and one I support 100%. I might not agree with how a community chose to exercise that right, but I will support their right to exercise it however they wish. I think most of the problems we have in this country are because people can’t do that anymore, and they used to be able to do that. We have too many people telling them what they must do, but not enough people telling them what they MAY do as groups.

There’s only one asterisk I’d add to that: Anyone can choose to leave that community/state at any time (meaning, you are aren’t anchored there with a ball and chain).

People form factions and groups. That’s what humans do. It is what all pack animals do. Denying that, or attempting to create a philosophy that discounts it or makes it sound evil, is both silly and wrong headed.

This is lazy thinking at its very worst. It’s something I’d expect out of a high school sophomore confronted with social organization for the first time; someone who has put no thought into what freedom really means (she got the gist of democracy down nicely, though).

But, even worse than that, she has absolutely no sense of history. The whole statement begs the question, “What happens when the community/state passes a law that does not allow you to leave?”.

Well?

This is how Mrs. du Toit defines “freedom”. One can almost imagine her reading the following passage from Rousseau in delight:

Hence, in order that the social pact shall not be an empty formula, it is tacitly implied in that commitment – which alone can give force to all others – that whoever refuses to obey the general will shall be constrained to do so by the whole body, which means nothing other than that he shall be forced to be free; for this is the necessary condition which, by giving each citizen to the nation, secures him against all personal dependence, it is the condition which shapes both the design and the working of the political machine, and which alone bestows justice on civil contracts – without it, such contracts would be absurd, tyrannical and liable to the grossest abuse.

There is no freedom here…only moral bankruptcy.

The Myth of Mental Illness by Thomas Szasz

I just got done reading Szazs’ Cruel Compassion: Psychiatric Control of Society’s Unwanted and really enjoyed it. I find Szasz to be on of the most engaging writers I’ve come across. I found little to disagree about in Cruel Compassion (a completely different situation than with “The Myth of Mental Illness…of which I’ll probably write more later) and I look forward to reading more of his works.

Well, that’s about it, for now. I didn’t expect this to be such a large post, but I guess I had a bit to talk about.

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And The Winner Is…
February 14, 2007 — 10:35 pm

This was just too damn funny to pass up:

Story here.

Hattip to The Agitator.

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Lest We Forget
February 1, 2007 — 6:36 pm

I was going to write a huge blog post about the goings on over there in Boston. But I think this picture sums up everything I could ever say about the subject:

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Officer Friendly
January 30, 2007 — 9:39 pm

It’s the all American story. Woman is raped. Woman reports rape. Woman is thrown in jail for a restitution warrant from 2003 (When she was a minor). Woman is denied second dose of emergency contraception from her jailers due to “religious convictions”.

Nice.

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Dear Neighbor…
January 29, 2007 — 9:33 pm

A New York apartment dweller receives numerous letters from his anonymous downstairs neighbor. Weirdness ensues.

I actually find this story a bit enduring. Who wouldn’t rather have a nicely written letter from his neighbor rather than a series of loud knocks on the wall imploring you to, “Shut the hell up!”?

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Of Thought and Metaphor
January 23, 2007 — 6:25 pm

The Toronto Star asks Stephen Pinker to pass the salt.

His new book, “The Stuff of Thought”, will be coming out in September 2007. I can’t wait.

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We Are Not United in our Atheism
January 21, 2007 — 7:45 pm

Some atheists have idiotic ideas.

Here’s one from Atheist Revolution:

Raising a child is one of the greatest responsibilities humans undertake. A child might grow up to cure diseases, prevent wars, or a host of other great accomplishments. A child might instead grow up to be a psychopath, leaving a trail of pain and misery in his or her path. Of course, it would be naive to claim that what you do as a parent could determine this. However, it seems quite reasonable to me to think that society has a vested interest in making sure that you are at least minimally competent as a parent. This is why I would like to see parental licensure.

If you continue to read this post, you will see the tired old, “We require the operators of automobiles to have licenses” argument. His point being that being a parent is much more important than simply driving a car and yet *GASP* the government is doing nothing to regulate the process of having children!

Here is a guy who speaks out against religion because of its pervasive and unwelcome effects on society. And yet, he is perfectly willing to impose his own irrationality on all of us because “society has a vested interest in making sure that you are at least minimally competent as a parent”.

Ok, Hillary, prove it to me. Prove to me that your scheme will not do monumentally more damage than the good you propose. Tell me what the consequences will be for couples who refuse such licensure laws. Will you take the children away? Imprison the parents? How will you pay for such a program? Prove to me why religious indoctrination should not be included in such “training”.

Until you can come up with a satisfactory answer for all of the above, count me atheistic to your irrational beliefs.

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The Quiet Room
January 21, 2007 — 7:12 pm

If you only read one book about mental illness, make it The Quiet Room by Lori Shiller. It’s an autobiographical portrait of a young woman suffering from severe schizophrenia in the 80’s and early 90’s (until the advent of clozapine).

Now, of all the mental diseases, schizophrenia probably still has the most social stigma attached to it. That’s now, in 2007. In the 80’s the disease was completely misunderstood, probably due in part by horrific, sensational exposés in the media. (Charles Manson comes to mind). Even today, many people still confuse schizophrenia with Dissociative Identity Disorder, formally known as Multiple Personality Disorder.

It’s easy to understand why, as the very word “schizophrenia” means “splitting of the mind”. Schizophrenia, however, has nothing to do with multiple personalities. In reality, schizophrenics suffer from hallucinations, delusions, paranoia and severe social isolation. Schizophrenia also often has a high co morbidity with severe depression.

Along with bi-polar disorder, schizophrenia is thought to be one of the very worst mental illnesses. And yet, it is constantly used as a comedic foil in our culture. People make light of the condition (out of ignorance rather than meanness, I’m sure), without fully understanding just how offensive they are being.

Books like The Quiet Room do a good job of “conscience raising” when it comes to mental illness. I highly recommend it.

The following passage about the practice of “cold wet packing” as a form of restraint stuck with me:

In order to be cold-wet-packed, a doctor’s order had to be signed. As the buzzer was sounding, the staff was paging an M.D. to come to the unit to write the order as quickly as possible. I was so violent that the packing was usually well underway by the time the psychiatrist arrived.

When the big men got there, they restrained me while I was being packed. The shot of sodium amythal hadn’t taken effect yet. The big burly attendants looked to me just like the horrid rapists of my Voices’ hell. My terror flared. My adrenaline shot up. My strength and power intensified. I could fight off a whole Quiet Room-ful of men. They weren’t going to touch me. That I knew fro sure. I kicked. I flailed. I bit. Even against a roomful of big men, for a moment it seemed like I was winning.

And then they were back in control. It was just as the Voices had shown me. It was just like the rapes in hell. Big strong men held me down while unseen hands stripped off my clothing. Off came my high-tops. Off came my favorite blue sweatshirt with the green frog on it. Off came my only pair of jeans that fit. Off came my socks one after another. How was I going to cause any problems by keeping my little socks on my little feet? And then finally came my bra. My undies were all that stood between me and the rape my imagination fabricated. I was truly terrified.

And then came the real horror. They hoisted me onto the elevated bed that had been set up for me in the kitchen, or in a special room off the short hallway, or in the hall itself, or wherever they could get set up fast before I totaled the place or hurt someone or myself. With strong hands holding me flat, others began wrapping me securely in sheets that had been soaking in ice water.

They wrapped me tight as a mummy, arms and hands at my side. All that was left uncovered were my feet and my neck and head. And there thy left me, with a single attendant by my now helpless side.

I was laughing hysterically. But there was nothing funny about it. It was cold, freezing cold. My teeth began chattering frantically as if they were the Voices speaking. I was going to die a shivery Arctic death and the Voices were going to have the last cold icy laugh. My whole body was frozen.

The entire book does a wonderful job of giving us just a tiny peek into madness. But more than that, it is a book of hope. I am simply amazed at the strength it must have taken just to live. At at the end of it all… clozapine. When people ask me why I love science so, this will be my answer: “Clozapine”.

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Faith is Not a Virtue
January 20, 2007 — 7:27 pm

I’ve re-read Tim’s post a couple of times and my thoughts continually went to this whole notion of “faith”. So, though I’m not really addressing Tim’s post per-say, I’m going to try to put into words something I’ve been thinking about for a while.

This whole notion that “faith” and “belief” deserve respect for no other reason than they are “faith” and “belief” is ludicrous. If, through some belief system, I had faith that the ritualistic act of cutting off my little toe ensured my place in paradise, people would rightfully think I was suffering from a chemical imbalance. But, if I were to say that my eight day old boy needs to have his foreskin cut from his penis (without anesthesia) so his covenant with God will be fulfilled, those same people would most likely say, “Well, OK. That’s your faith, I respect that”.

Faith is not a special privilege. You cannot expect to be immune from criticism simply for believing something to be true, no matter how sacred that belief may be. I think this is the fundamental problem with society today. We go far too much out of our way not to be offensive when it comes to belief systems. I can’t begin to recount how many times I’ve heard the phrase, “You need to respect my beliefs”. My internal response is always, “Well, no, I don’t”.

Something went askew with our society when people started to mistake respect in the right to believe something for respect in the actual belief. I have no problem with respecting your right to believe in leprechauns from a different energy level, for example. I’ll probably think the actual belief is insane, however.

Gore Vidal addressed religious belief in his essay, Monotheism and its Discontents. Here is a sampling:

Unfortunately, there are two subjects that we are never permitted to discuss with any seriousness: race and religion, and how our attitudes toward the first are rooted in the second. Thanks to this sternly–correctly?–enforced taboo, we are never able to get to the root of our problems. We are like people born in a cage and unable to visualize any world beyond our familiar bars of prejudice and superstition. That Opinion the Few create in order to control the Many has seen to it that we are kept in permanent ignorance of our actual estate.

I think that Mr. Vidal is making the point that by perpetuating the myth that belief is not to be criticized, religious faith has no real self correcting mechanism in place. Sure, there is the occasional Martin Luther or Bishop Spong, but the criticisms are rare, and unnecessarily painful.

This is why I have a problem with moderate Christianity. Like Tim said, fundamentalism is easy to understand, and pillory. Moderate Christianity poses a much more difficult problem. Not only do Moderate Christians not do enough criticizing, they have far too much tolerance in those who are hijacking their faith. And, it’s not just that. We secularists often don’t know what to think about moderate Christianity. If they don’t believe in the literal interpretation of the Bible, what do they believe? And, more importantly, how did they come to their conclusions?

If religious institutions were content with leaving everyone else alone, these questions would probably not be very relevant. But, when so much religiosity is being forced upon society, we have every right to know, and to harshly criticize any belief system that backs it up.

The very idea that faith is a virtue that demands respect is both silly and dangerous. It’s time society as a whole started letting go of such archaic notions. And, it’s also time moderate Christians began cleaning up their own houses before casting aspersions on us nonbelievers.

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What Are You Optimistic About?
January 19, 2007 — 10:07 pm

160 of The Worlds Greatest Thinkers see good news ahead.

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D’Souza Delirium
January 19, 2007 — 9:45 pm

I wonder how fast (or even if) Conservatives will back away from Dinesh D’Souza’s new polemic, The Enemy at Home: The Cultural Left and Its Responsibility for 9/11

D’Souza (a prominent Christian Conservative) has this to offer the world:

Falwell’s point after 9/11 was that God was punishing America of its sins. My point is entirely secular: Why did the guys who did it, do it? Surely five years after 9/11, it’s reasonable to ask this question. And both the Right and the Left have been operating under illusions. The radical Muslims are against modernity and science and democracy. The radical Muslims are upset because of colonialism and the Crusades. It’s all nonsense. That’s not what the leading thinkers of radical Islam say. And Bin Laden’s own views are quite different. In his Letter to America, issued shortly after 9/11, he said that America is the fount of global atheism and it is imposing its morally depraved values on the world. So Muslims must rise up in defensive jihad against America because their religion and their values are under attack. This aspect of Bin Laden’s critique has been totally ignored, and it’s one that resonates with a lot of traditional Muslims and traditional people around the world.

D’Souza’s point here is that secularists in America are “attacking” the religion of Islam by condoning things like atheism, pornography, and homosexuality; hence Liberals are to blame for 9/11. Get it?

Absolutely amazing. I mean, really. Amazing.

I’m waiting for Sweden to explode in a mushroom cloud. After all, all those atheists over there are busily attacking the Islamic faith with their non belief.

Don’t they know the mortal danger they’re putting themselves in?

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Some Quick Thoughts
January 18, 2007 — 7:23 pm

Our good friend Tim Virkkala has posted a blog entry about Eric and I over at his site. There is much to think about there and I want to take some time to process it all. I emailed him to let him know I would post some kind of reply this weekend.

For now, I just wanted to post a few quick replies to some comments my friend Brian McCall made in response to one of my earlier posts. I hope you’ll forgive my brevity. I have a bit of studying to do tonight and there are miles to go before the night is through.

Brian posted the following:

I disagree with their view on religion. I don’t think it is useless. After all, religiosity is a trait that evolved in humans, so it must have conferred, and perhaps is still conferring (note the relationship between birthrates of a society and the prevalence of religion in that society) some kind of advantage. So on that point at least I don’t put much value in Dawkins’ et al hostility toward religion. I think a more thoughtful understanding of our world would incorporate this nearly universal human need into the overall picture, rather than treat it as some kind of aberration, a virulent foreign element in need of eradication, as Dawkins does.

The idea that “religiosity is a trait that evolved in humans” is something Steven Pinker does a pretty good job of arguing against. I can’t really add anything to his hypothesis except to reiterate that any evolutionary processes we may have should be scientifically testable. We know, for example, that we have a very real evolutionary fear of snakes. We have this fear because our very ancient ancestors lived in an area rich with snakes. They learned that for the most part, snakes were very deadly. So, those who feared snakes were most likely to survive in such an environment.

Pinker continues:

Perhaps there really is a personal, attentive, invisible, miracle-producing, reward-giving, retributive deity, and we have a God module in order to commune with him. As a scientist, I like to interpret claims as testable hypotheses, and this certainly is one. It predicts, for example, that miracles should be observable, that success in life should be proportional to virtue, and that suffering should be proportional to sin. I don’t know anyone who has done the necessary studies, but I would say there is good reason to believe that these hypotheses have not been confirmed. There’s a Yiddish expression: “If God lived on earth, people would break his windows.”

Sam Harris has postulated that rape and slavery also have evolutionary advantages. However, no civilized society will even remotely tolerate these practices today.

I think the point being made is this; we are more than the sum of our evolutionary parts. Because of an ever changing (evolving) moral zeitgeist, we find it harder to believe the old superstitions, to grasp onto the old injustices. Evolution has brought us to the point where we can face our animalistic behavior right in the face and change it, if we so desire.

More from Brian:

But as far as religion retarding the advance of science, you should consider that nearly all the greatest scientists were devout believers, and saw their scientific inquiry as an homage to God’s creation. Their faith did not hinder them, it actually motivated them.

Since science (as we know it) is such a young institution (450 years old), this is hardly surprising. For at least the first 200 of those years, it could be rather unhealthy for anyone to contradict accepted church doctrine. And remember, Galileo actually had to recant his idea of heliocentrism. That seems like a bit of a hindrance to me.

It’s also interesting to note that 93% of scientists belonging to the National Academy of Scientists are either atheist or agnostic.

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Once by the Pacific
January 17, 2007 — 9:44 pm

I was just looking at some photos a very dear friend of mine took of the Pacific shore recently, and I remembered the following poem. This one’s for you, Tina.

The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.

The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,

The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.

There would be more than ocean water broken
Before God’s last Put out the Light was spoken.

-Robert Frost

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Graphing Evolution
January 16, 2007 — 2:48 pm

I just found this on Discover.com

The entry for evolution on Wikipedia, the Internet encyclopedia that anyone can edit, was altered 2,081 times by 68 editors between December 2001 and last October. IBM’s Watson Research Center produced this image, which tracks the transformation. Each vertical line is a new version; each color is a different editor.

Read the explanation and the rest of the story here.

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A Question of Abuse?
January 15, 2007 — 2:43 pm

I have great admiration for Richard Dawkins, as many of you may know. Like Carl Sagan, he has done everyone a great service by making science obtainable to the lay person. And, like Carl Sagan, Richard Dawkins has spent a great deal of time fighting against irrational beliefs held by many in our society. Though he comes across many magnitudes more harshly than Dr. Sagan when he attacks religion, I find myself quite taken by his rhetoric.

Dr. Dawkins makes absolutely no apologies for the way he brings his arguments to bear. For example, in the recent Beyond Belief seminar, Neil deGrasse Tyson took Dawkins to task for his delivery methods:

You’re professor of the Public Understanding of Science, not professor of Delivering Truth to the Public. And, these are two different exercises. One of them is…you put the truth out there and like you said, they either buy your book or they don’t. Well, that’s not being an educator, that’s just putting it out there. Being an educator is not only getting the truth right, but there’s gotta be an active persuasion in there as well. Persuasion isn’t “here’s the facts, you’re either an idiot, or you’re not.” Persuasion is, “here’s the facts, and here is a sensitivity to your state of mind and it’s the facts and the sensitivity when convolved together creates impact.”

And I worry that your, your methods and your, your, your… how articulately barbed you can be, ends up simply being ineffective, when you have much more power of influence than what is currently reflected in your output.

To which Dawkins replied:

I gratefully accept the rebuke. Just one anecdote to show that I’m not the worst in this thing. A former and highly successful editor of New Science Magazine, who actually built up New Scientist to great new heights, was asked, “What is your philosophy at New Scientist?”

And he said, “Our philosophy at New Scientist is this. Science is interesting; and if you don’t agree, you can fuck off.”

Unlike Neil deGrasse Tyson (whom I also greatly admire), I’m not overly concerned with the way Dawkins conveys his message. I think he, like Sagan, fills a role in the scientific community.

Where Professor Dawkins and I part ways, however, is his notion that the religious indoctrination of youth equates to child abuse.

The following clip was recently put up on Richard Dawkins’s site to lend credence to the whole idea of “religion=child abuse”:

Now, personally, I’m border-line disgusted by this clap trap. I’m not so blinded by my own personal disgust, however, as to believe that every one of these kids is going to grow up believing this tripe. I was taught many of the same things when I was younger, but I grew out of it. In point of fact, I don’t remember taking much of it all that seriously.

I ran across a very telling comment in response to the above video on Dawkins’s site:

A bunch of zombies singing a zombie song to continue to feed their delusional zombie nation. They’re turning our kids into vegetables.

But, they’re not our kids, are they? I mean, if they were turning your kids into zombies, that would be an entirely different matter, wouldn’t it? Though we might find it repugnant, these parents have every right to raise their children according to their world view. When you start evoking the phrase “child abuse”, it means you are wholly prepared to act upon said phrase. After all, if the child is being “abused”, society must take action against the abuser.

Do we take all of these kids away from their parents and put them in nice secular homes? Do we force these children to be secularized by mandating an education in science? Do we force the parents to attend secular counseling? I mean, what are you prepared to do in order to stop this “child abuse”? How far are you willing to go in order to ensure the “greater good”?

Listen, there are real, traumatic examples of child abuse in the name of Christian faith out there. One only has to read Spare the quarter-inch plumbing supply line, spoil the child to understand the lengths that some believers will go to twist scripture to conform to their dementia. These are the people society needs to be looking at, not the church goers in the film above.

So, yeah, there are many of us out there who believe that marketing ideas like these to children is repugnant:

Or…

Or even…

But we also realize that this is a battle of ideas. Nonsense like this cannot be countered with claims of “child abuse”. It is countered in the marketplace of ideas. It is countered by the genius of Carl Sagan or Ann Druyan or Neil Tyson and even Richard Dawkins.

If we continue on with this idea of “child abuse”, the consequences could be dire:

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Children of Men
January 14, 2007 — 7:07 pm

Children of Men is the first movie I’ve seen this year. Indeed, it’s the first movie I’ve seen since I watched The Queen a couple of months back. Movies like this are kind of difficult for me to peg down after the first viewing. Not so much because of the content (being a science fiction fan, the theme of the movie was very interesting, and in my opinion, well played out), but because of the sheer brutality of the film. I don’t remember seeing so much heart wrenching violence since I saw The Pianist some years back.

The post apocalyptic genre has always appealed to me. If you asked me why, I’m not sure I could explain. Maybe I just like the idea of a “fresh start”. Sort of, “if I could form my own social dynamic, this is how I would do it”. Or something.

Though Children of Men isn’t post apocalyptic, it’s right on the verge. It tells a story of humanity right on the very edge of extinction and it tells it pretty well. I have to wonder, however, if man were staring extinction right in the face, would it necessarily be played out this way?

Every science fiction movie or book that deals with this issue (that I’ve read) seem to imagine it the same way. We panic. We become xenophobic, authoritarian, fundamentally religious, etc…. In short, we become monsters hardly deserving of any reprieve.

I wonder why that is. I wonder if the science fiction writers have human nature correct when they trust us into their apocalyptic future.

In any case, I liked the movie. I wouldn’t call it the “movie of the millennium” like some have, but I liked it.

8.5 out of 10 stars.

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Reflection
January 13, 2007 — 7:05 pm

One of the great things about having a blog is you get a chance to “flush” out your ideas. I don’t much care for writing in long hand, so my written thoughts are mostly expressed here, for all to see. That being the case, the whole idea of “blogging the Bible” seemed like such a good idea when I started several days ago. I mean, what better way to point out the preposterous idea of biblical literalism than to put it out there for all to see.

From the very first second of putting this venture into practice, I ran into mental roadblocks. I couldn’t seem to find a voice with which to express my ideas. Do I attempt to be witty? Scholarly? How do you manage being witty without being arrogant? How do you manage to be scholarly without having any real biblical education to bring to bear?

Then, of course, there’s the completely correct notion (as Eric pointed out) that it’s all been done before; so what’s the point?

I explained why I was doing what I was doing in earlier posts. After a great deal of refection, I still strongly believe that those reasons are valid. However, the whole idea of “blogging the Bible” doesn’t seem to be a “means to the end” anymore. In fact, after re-reading what I wrote, it seems kind of…silly.

So, I don’t think I will continue “blogging the Bible”. At least, not in the way I was doing. I’m still reading the Bible and a couple of ancillary sources as well. Perhaps I’ll sparingly put down my thoughts as I go along. Or maybe not so sparingly, I don’t know. In any case, what I do write won’t be just a reaction to a quick reading of noted passages. I’d like to take some time to investigate further what is going on behind each story.

I remain convinced that literalism is a very dangerous interpretation of scripture. I am also convinced that one of the best ways to make this clear is to read the Bible with a literal interpretation in mind. Like I said in an earlier post, when you run across someone who identifies him/herself as a fundamentalist Christian, it is good to know exactly what that means; especially if said Christian subscribes to the idea of Dominionism.

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The Church of Szasz
January 12, 2007 — 10:13 pm

There was an interesting blog entry on Reason’s Hit and Run yesterday about a Scientology exhibit in the Missouri capitol building. To quote the piece:

The “Industry of Death” exhibit is sponsored by the Church of Scientology and makes a host of outrageous claims about the field of psychiatry. Twenty-five percent of psychiatrists sexually abuse their patients. Psychiatrists deliberately kill about 10,000 people a year – sounds about right. And for the big surprise, psychiatrists were responsible for the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks – guilty by association, at least, since psychiatrists are responsible for the existence of terrorists and suicide bombers.

Though the whole Scientology vs. Psychiatry issue was well aired during Tom Cruise’s apparent national melt-down last year, I still find the whole thing rather disconcerting. The fields of psychiatry and psychology have done a rather nice job of fending this nonsense off, so that’s not what really bothers me. I’m just wondering why the Church of Scientology was allowed to set up the exhibit in the rotunda of the Missouri capitol building. After all, the separation of church and state does not just apply to Christians, right?

It turns out, this wasn’t really all that important to those who replied to the article. Many more people seemed to focus in on one of Radley Balko’s personal statements. He, Radley Balko (the piece’s author), adds an addendum to the post by saying:

I part ways with many of my fellow libertarians on the issue of mental health (that is, I disagree with those who think mental illness isn’t real, and that psychiatry is a crock).

The whole conversation immediately devolves into a libertarian vs. psychiatry issue, with proponents of Thomas Szasz on one side and those who have suffered real mental illness on the other.

Now, I never really heard of Thomas Szasz until two years ago when Eric and I were walking around Powell’s book store in Portland, Oregon. I was looking for some general psychology books and he said something to the effect of, “If you want a libertarian perspective on psychology (or psychiatry), you should pick up something by Thomas Szasz”.

I inquired just who the heck Thomas Szasz was and Eric informed me that he was a libertarian writer who did not believe in the whole concept of “mental illness”, or something to that effect.

I never really gave the issue another thought. I mean, in my experience, mental illness was entirely real and I didn’t care if Mr. Szasz was a libertarian or not…he was simply wrong. I still haven’t picked up anything by him, though currently I’m not opposed to the idea of investigating further.

From what I could glean from the comments, Thomas Szasz has a problem with how psychiatry treats the individual in order to fit them into some societal world view. Cure the individual and society will be better for it…stuff like that. Dr. Szasz also harshly criticizes the psychiatry field for involuntarily medicating and committing individuals for spurious reasons.

OK, I can identify with those beliefs. Maybe this Szasz guy isn’t so bad after all, I don’t know. We’ll see if I have time later on to delve deeper.

What really cracked me up, however, was the appearance of the above picture in the comments section. Those two individuals are Tom Cruise and none other than Thomas Szasz. Now, I have no idea under what context this picture was taken and I draw very few conclusions from it.

It is pretty damn funny when you think about it though.

UPDATE. It appears that Thomas Szasz and the Church of Scientology have a working relationship with each other. Hmmmm. That makes me a bit more reluctant to take him seriously.

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Wishing Harm
January 12, 2007 — 4:29 pm

Sometimes you’re placed in this really weird situation as a parent. You find yourself hoping that one particular thing is wrong with your child because it eliminates something else that may be much more serious. Let me explain.

Our younger daughter has been complaining of headaches on and off now for several months. According to her, they are painful but short lived. Recently, her headaches have been accompanied by spells of blurry vision. This is worrisome. Her mother took her to the eye doctor’s office today to get her vision checked. Our theory was perhaps she has somewhat less than perfect vision and this is causing her headaches. To a parent, that theory is much more welcoming than the other way around…i.e., her headaches are causing her to have less than perfect vision.

So, while she was as the doctor’s office, I found myself really hoping that the problem was her vision. Sure, she’d have to start wearing glasses at an early age, but what’s the alternative? Even thinking about it raises serious alarms within that paternalistic section of my brain. I don’t want to think about it. What I want is for her vision to be bad. I’m wishing one defect upon my child to protect her from another. Weird, right?

It turns out, her vision is perfect. In fact, the doctor said it’s rare to see such “nicely formed optical nerves” in a child her age.

Crap.

Now we are stuck with uncertainty and mild anxiety. What, exactly is the root cause of these headaches? A quick jaunt to Google does nothing to quell my fears. In fact, it slightly bolsters them. Next come blood tests and I find myself thinking, “Well, maybe she’s just anemic. Anemia is something we can deal with. Yeah, anemia is good.” Come to find out, anemia doesn’t lend itself to giving 6 year old children headaches with the occasional bout of blurry vision.

Of course, the obvious answer to all of this is it’s probably nothing. Our daughter probably just happens to be one of the 98% of people who just get headaches for no knowable reason. It’s the not knowing that worries me.

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This American Life
January 11, 2007 — 4:31 pm

I’ve been listening to This American Life from WBEZ in Chicago via Public Radio International for several months now.

I’ve listened to NPR off and on for years now. A Prairie Home Companion is one of the most enduring shows on the radio. Though I know nothing about cars (and have really no desire to learn), Car Talk catches my rapt attention every time I hear it. Science Friday also deserves much admiration.

This American Life, however, stands heads and shoulders above all other programing on NPR. I simply can not express how well this show attempts to express the “human condition”.

If you’ve never heard an episode of This American Life, head on over to their website and listen to a few shows via streaming audio. Then, head on over to iTunes and start downloading the weekly podcast. I promise you, it will be well worth your time.

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Imbibable Criticism, a Response
January 10, 2007 — 8:16 pm

I completely understand where Eric is coming from. It’s very easy for me to imagine myself in his position. Let me put it in the best analogy I can think of.

For the sake of argument, let’s say there is an ever expanding base of psychologists in this country who believe Sigmund Freud’s works are the literal truth. For example, this sect of psychologists may interpret Freud’s psychosexual or Oedipal complex theories as literal fact. To them, applying and practicing any other form of psychology is heresy, earning both the patient and the psychologist an eternity of mental illness.

Of course, this is a complete bastardization of psychological thought. Though many of today’s psychologists realize the importance of Freud’s work, they also understand that there is so much more. To fundamentally follow Freud ignores 99.9% of everything else. Gone are Adler, Jung, Skinner, Rogers and Erickson. Absent are the fields of Cognitive, Evolutionary, Behavioral, Linguistic, Forensic, Educational and even Positive psychology.

In short, to exclusively follow Freud’s work, at the exclusion of everything else, would be complete madness.

Now, imagine if these “fundamentalist psychologists” were able to effectively force themselves upon society. They use the government to aggressively proselytize their message. They are able to organize and get legislation passed forbidding anything other that Freudian psychology to be practiced on the mentally ill in the third world. The list could go on and on.

Eric, a hypothetical skeptic of psychology (in this case), sees this trend developing for several years. He’s always been a skeptic of psychology, but he simply can’t take it anymore. He begins to speak out. He also has the idea of taking Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams to task by disassembling it page by page on this very blog.

As someone who has steeped himself in psychological literature for the past two years, at best I’d be slightly bemused. At worst, I may be a bit agitated over the whole practice. As Eric himself said:

Trying to give it a such a straight, superficial reading without ancillary reference and pretending to understand it is almost like having a whispered message garbled by a game of telephone into purple monkey dishwasher-esque gibberish.

So, yeah, I get it.

There are two points to be made here.

First…I’m not pretending. From a fundamentalist point of view, I do understand the Bible. Taken literally, it’s absolute madness. Fundamentalists have stripped the Bible of everything beautiful and turned it into one big misogynistic, homophobic, authoritarian nightmare. When someone says proudly that they are a fundamentalist Christian, I want people to know exactly what that means. When society at large is experiencing a fundamentalist groundswell of Christianity, I want everyone to know exactly what that means. If fundamentalists are deluded enough to actually believe that dinosaurs marched two by two onto Noah’s Ark, taking the leap to publicly stoning your wife because she was not a virgin on their marriage night cannot be far behind. After all, that is literally in the bible.

Second…If the field of psychology were being so maliciously abused by “fundamentalists”, I would expect a huge backlash from the mental health community. In fact, I would imagine that such a backlash would be so utterly devastating that “fundamentalist psychologists” would soon be relegated to the status of an obscure cult. And rightly so.

Right now, I don’t see such a movement in the moderate Christian community. You don’t see priests, preachers, nuns or aldermen standing up en-masse to counter the fundamentalist fervor. If such abusive harm were being carried out in the name of psychology, I would be agitating against it every day. Why? Because I love the field of psychology and I wouldn’t allow it to be taken over by zealots without a fight. We absolutely need moderate Christians to stand up and do the same. The fact that they aren’t can lead a person to any number of conclusions.

I am having second thoughts about “blogging the Bible”, however. I’ve been having a long running dialogue with myself on this very issue. Pulling apart certain passages and saying “See! See how insane this is!” is kind of silly. As Eric said, it doesn’t take long to deconstruct the Bible, and it’s been done so many times before. So, I’m still not sure. I have to think on it a bit more.

I admitted to Eric in an email earlier today that I had not read much of the ancillary scholarship surrounding the Bible. Is there any out there among you who could recommend a book or two?

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Blogging the Bible, an Explanation…and Other Things
January 9, 2007 — 9:12 pm

I was asked today why I thought it necessary to “blog the Bible”. The person asking seemed to think it was a bit over the top; as if I were mocking the worst part of Christianity, and doing it boorishly.

I think he had a pretty good point, were that my objective.

I said from the outset that it wasn’t my intention to mock anyone’s faith. Granted, I don’t think that any ideas are safe from strong, robust criticism (even strongly held religious beliefs), but I just don’t have very much use for the “in your face” mentality.

So, why am I blogging the Bible?

The obvious answer is that I want to gain a better understanding of it. I haven’t read it in years, and when I did, it was through the lens of either child-hood innocence or religiosity. I thought it might be beneficial to read it again with those lenses removed.

I’m not out to disabuse any Christian of their faith. I’m neither equipped or inclined to do such a thing. I do, however, want to point out just how fantastically preposterous a literal interpretation of the Bible really is. We live in an age where science has proven beyond any reasonable doubt (indeed, beyond any doubt at all) that biblical literalism is false. Modernity in ethics, morality, psychology and philosophy have demonstrated that to take a literalist view of the Bible is nothing less than insanity. And yet, in spite of it all, fundamentalist Christians refuse to go “gently into that good night”.

Which would be OK, if they could only learn to stop pushing their beliefs on the unwilling.

I have no problem with the Bible, per say. So far, it is a fascinating piece of literature. It is certainly on par with the Iliad and the Odyssey. It also contains many lessons that can be taken to heart. “Love thy neighbor as thyself” is so completely revolutionary…so perfect in its simplicity…so…”right” that it demands to be woven into our social fabric.

But, to take it any further…to take a literalist view of the Bible, makes no more sense than taking the Iliad or the Odyssey literally. We don’t believe that Ares rained arrows down upon Agamemnon any more than we should believe that God flooded the earth to wipe out wickedness.

So, that is why I’m “blogging the Bible”. Besides, it’s good to be writing again.

Now, to address some of my lingering points from yesterday’s post.

I think the whole “atheists have killed more people than Christians” argument is patently ridiculous. It almost sounds like the excuse Republicans continuously used early in the G.W.B. presidency. “Well, yeah, but Clinton did it too”.

The idea that Hitler was an atheist is the easiest to debunk. It has been so roundly disproved that it hardly seems necessary to go into it here. One only has to think of the slogan “Gott Mitt Uns” to remember the horrors of Nazi Germany.

Stalin and Mao are a bit more difficult. History makes no bones about it; both were ardent atheists when it came to organized religion. But, so what? Stalin and Mao did not kill millions of people in the name of disbelief, they murdered them on the altar of a horribly irrational economic policy (Communism), shrouded in a narcissistic cult of personality. Stalin and Mao didn’t have to believe in religion…they were religion: the Alpha and the Omega, the Christ-heads of their populations.

Lest that sounds a bit hyperbolic:

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The term “fundamentalist atheist” is the most clever of the rhetorical tricks used in this whole debate. It’s purpose is two-fold: to imply intolerance and to label atheism as a religion. I addressed the “atheism as a religion” canard in an earlier post, but it bears repeating. Atheism is nothing more than a lack of “theism”. In essence, atheists are defined by the belief system of theists. Frankly, the entire label is counterproductive since it is privative. Besides, we have no such term for disbelievers in ESP or telekinesis, for example. The term non-believer may serve better, but I have my doubts as to whether that will catch on or not.

I was going to try to address the “intolerance” fallacy today, but I find I’m running out of time. I want to write about it in length so I don’t want to do the subject injustice by hurrying through it. So, I’ll take the keyboard up again tomorrow.

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Semantic Odds and Ends
January 8, 2007 — 9:01 pm

Before I continue on with my “Blogging the Bible” and other general a-theistic adventures, I just wanted to make a few points regarding my position. I’ve done quite a bit of reading this past month on this whole “new atheist” movement and though I glad the discussion is taking place, I’ve run across far too many false starts and misconceptions surrounding the whole debate. Though plenty of counter points have been made, I thought I’d add my own perspective to the “marketplace of ideas”.

Before I begin, however, I’d want to try to explain why it is I’ve become more vocal on the matter. I touched on it a bit in my earlier post regarding Cal Thomas’s points, but the issue bears more scrutiny.

Like I said before, I am becoming more vocal because I believe there is something intrinsically wrong with religion in America today. Specifically, my concerns lie with fundamentalist Christianity. Though, to be fair, I’m finding it increasingly difficult to give moderate Christianity a pass, as it seems to serve as a foundation for fundamentalists to build upon.

This isn’t a respect issue. People have the right to believe what they want to believe, so long as they don’t force it on me. That’s a general axiom of a free society. Do what you want to do, but don’t involve me against my will. It’s simple enough. Christians should feel free to preach, teach, believe, convert and spread the “good news” to their hearts content, as long as they do not involve me unwillingly. Contrary to the current scare mongering, I know of no atheist who wants to forcefully strip Christianity from society. Would society be better off without organized religion? I happen to believe that it might…though I haven’t been 100% convinced. That doesn’t mean, however, that I want to force your beliefs away from you.

Of course, this is where the “semantics” game is played. There are far, far too many fundamentalist Christians in American today that are playing the “persecution card” with respects to their beliefs. Too many people believe that the idea of religious freedom gives them free license to spread their values in wholly totalitarian ways. For example:

-The Family Foundation of Virginia is pushing to get divorce laws changed in Virginia. They want to make it unlawful for parents to divorce unless both parents agree to the separation. I can’t even begin to explain why this is such a monumentally dangerous idea. Though divorce can be perceived as a societal problem, it is also a very personal problem. The last thing two parents or their children need is the government to step in and force an unwilling partner to stay rooted in an untenable situation. These are problems best left up to the individual, their friends, their therapists and even their church…not the government.

-Though the thoroughly discredited idea of “Intelligent design” has suffered devastating defeats in both Kansas and Pennsylvania, many fundamentalist organizations are still attempting to get it on board in as many states as possible. They are attempting to cloak their faith in pseudo-science and then pass it along to children as an “alternate theory” to evolution. Look, like I said before, people can believe what they want. If you believe the earth is 6000 years old and created in 6 days, I have no truck with you…as long as you don’t try to teach it to my kids without my permission.

-Perhaps most disturbing is the recent evangelical uprising in the United States military. These are people that took an oath to protect the secular Constitution of the United States. And yet, without much prodding, they will easily admit that their loyalty lies with a “higher power”. Again, I have no problems with Christians in the military. However, once they start forcing their views upon a wholly captive audience by way of ostracizing, holding up promotions, and punishment, it becomes a serious problem. I was in the Army for 12 years and I’m here to tell you, you can get into serious problems just trying to sell Amway products to your subordinates. But somehow, Christianity gets a pass.

That’s just one aspect of fundamentalism in the military. We are beginning to see very senior officers make public statements (in uniform, none-the-less) about how their faith in Jesus directs their actions. This is nothing less than treasonous. Our military represents and protects all of the United States, not just Christians. I don’t want generals in the Army thumping their chests and spouting the “My God Vs. their God” argument. These people need to be drummed out of the service…immediately.

-When fundamentalist Christians promote abstinence as the only alternative to sexually transmitted diseases to people who have absolutely no context on the issue, it’s absolutely insane. Africa is awash with the AIDS virus. It is so bad that the word “epidemic” is no longer hyperbolic. The only answer fundamentalists Christians will accept in the face of this horror is abstinence. This is, as Sam Harris put it, genocidally stupid. This is a very clear case where Christian morality is deadly, and nobody in their right mind should stand for it. Every cent of federal money needs to be immediately withdrawn from these people. Let them raise the money for their wacky ideas the old fashioned way.

I’m just touching the tip of the iceberg here. I’m speaking out because it is time for temperance to take hold of religion again. I shudder at the thought of a “Third Awakening”. I would much happier to see another Renaissance.

I wanted to address a couple of errors in logic I’ve been seeing lately before I closed out this post. I don’t think I’m going to get to them tonight, so I’ll set myself up for a post tomorrow.

I wanted to talk about the labels “fundamentalist atheist” or “evangelical atheist”. I also wanted to address this whole notion that atheism has killed far more people than religious dogma. (The person making these assumptions is usually talking about Hitler, Stalin and Mao). They are hugely successful “gotcha” statements to those not in the know. I will do my best to debunk them tomorrow.

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Blogging the Bible, Day 6
January 7, 2007 — 6:15 pm

The Birth of Ishmael

Abraham’s wife, Sarah, is having problems conceiving a child. She goes to Abraham and says:

Behold now, the LORD hath restrained me from bearing: I pray thee, go in unto my maid; it may be that I may obtain children by her. And Abram hearkened to the voice of Sarai.

Why do I sense a soap opera moment looming ahead?

And Sarai Abram’s wife took Hagar her maid the Egyptian, after Abram had dwelt ten years in the land of Canaan, and gave her to her husband Abram to be his wife.

And he went in unto Hagar, and she conceived: and when she saw that she had conceived, her mistress was despised in her eyes.

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In typical fashion, Sarah gets more than a little jealous at what’s going on. She goes to Abraham and says:

My wrong be upon thee: I have given my maid into thy bosom; and when she saw that she had conceived, I was despised in her eyes: the LORD judge between me and thee.

Abraham doesn’t want to deal with all this drama, and he doesn’t. He tells Sarah “Look, it’s your problem. If your slave is causing you grief, deal with her any way you wish. And, boy oh boy, does Sarah take that to heart. She treats Hagar so badly that she runs away into the desert rather than dealing with her bitchiness any longer.

But, you can’t hide from the Lord, don’t you know. An angel came upon Hagar and commanded her to return to Sarah and submit to her wishes. In return, the angel promised Hagar that her seed would be voluminous.

So, Hagar tramps on back to camp and re-establishes herself. It’s not told how she is treated once she gets back. But, hey, she’s a slave…not only that, she’s a slave that ran away. And, not only that…she’s a slave that slept with Sarah’s husband and is now carrying his child. You’re guess is as good as mine, dear reader.

A short time later, Hagar gives birth to Ishmael, whom the Lord has said will be:

a wild man; his hand will be against every man, and every man’s hand against him; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren.

To date, I’m not overly impressed with Abraham’s character. He willingly allowed his wife to become a sexual servant (in order to avoid bodily harm), he slept with his wife’s slave and after he knew that she conceived, allowed his wife to treat her any way she wished.

I’m not really seeing the “family values” connection here.

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Beyond Belief
January 7, 2007 — 5:50 pm

In early November of 2006, The Science Network put on a three day symposium entitled Beyond Belief: Science, Religion, Reason and Survival.

You can watch the whole thing here. It’s quite wonderful stuff.

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Blogging the Bible, Day 5
January 6, 2007 — 8:56 pm

Yahweh’s Promise

Abraham was getting a little worried. He was getting on in age and had no son to carry on his bloodline. He asked the Lord:

LORD God, what wilt thou give me, seeing I go childless, and the steward of my house is this Eliezer of Damascus?

And Abram said, Behold, to me thou hast given no seed: and, lo, one born in my house is mine heir.

The Lord God had a solution. He told Abraham that his prodigy would be as numerous as the stars above him. He also reminded Abraham that He was giving him the very land he resided on for himself and all his posterity.

“But, Lord”, Abraham inquired, “How will I know that you are telling the truth”?

As cranky as God was in the Old Testament, you would think that the very act of questioning the Lord would have earned a smiting or two. Instead, the Lord instructed Abraham to:

Take me an heifer of three years old, and a she goat of three years old, and a ram of three years old, and a turtledove, and a young pigeon.

And he took unto him all these, and divided them in the midst, and laid each piece one against another: but the birds divided he not.

After the slaughter, Abraham fell into a deep sleep and the Lord came unto him in a dream. He told Abraham that for four hundred years, his descendants would find themselves slaves in an unfamiliar land. But, not to worry, the Lord God would judge this land harshly and they would be set free in the fourth generation.

After the Lord had said this (in Abraham’s dream), a smoking furnace and a burning lamp magically made its way between the cleaved carcasses late of Abraham’s handy work. Thus, a covenant between Abraham and the Lord was sealed.

Though this particular chapter of Genesis is important since it sets up the “Set my people free” moment later on in the Bible, it is not really all that convincing. Abraham sacrifices some animals, falls asleep and dreams of God; where, of course, God tells him is future.

If I didn’t know any better, I would think I was reading the Iliad.

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Cal Thomas’s Assumptions
January 6, 2007 — 6:55 pm

Cal Thomas has a question:

I wonder about the question. Why is it “in vogue” to disbelieve in a Creator of the universe, who loves us and wants to have a relationship with us and not “in vogue” to believe?

It does seem that people with atheistic views are much more vocal these days. I very seriously doubt that they are speaking out because it is “in vogue”. In fact, I have been rather quiet about my non-belief for over 15 years. I rarely spoke about it (unless asked) and, in truth, it hardly ever crossed my mind. I didn’t think it was “in vogue” to be a disbeliever then, and I don’t believe it’s “in vogue” to be a disbeliever now. I am what I am.

My reasons for beginning to speak out now are legion, and I may address them in a later post. Suffice it to say, there is something deeply wrong with religion in America today. It (religion) is imposing itself on society in a wholly unwelcome manner. If I were to shorten it down to one simple sentence, it would be this:

Leave me alone.

It’s time for the more rational thinkers in our society to hem in fundamentalism.

Mr. Thomas again:

In conversing with an atheist, it is important to understand that such a person will never be brought to faith by information alone, because the same information is available to everyone. If information were sufficient to make a believer out of an atheist, then all would believe.

I’m flummoxed at how absurd this statement is. Mr. Thomas is arguing against his own beliefs without even realizing it. It means the exact same thing as this: “In conversing with a fundamentalist, it is important to understand that such a person will never be brought to reason by information alone, because the same information is available to everyone. If information were sufficient to make a rationalist out of a fundamentalist, then all would be rationalists”.

Pretty neat trick, huh? Well, not really. Like I said before, if the information were out there that proved God’s existence, I would probably know that he exists. On the opposite side, there is plenty of information out there arguing for rationalism; and yet, there are still plenty of fundamentalist Christians in this country.

It takes more faith not to believe in God than to believe in Him. It is also intellectually lazy. You have to believe the vastness of the universe “happened” without a Designer and that unique things like fingerprints and snowflakes occurred by pure chance.

Well, no. I don’t have to believe any such thing. In any case, I think Mr. Thomas has muddied the water a bit. I think what he meant to say is that fingerprints and snowflakes are uniquely different from each other rather than just being unique.

Fingerprints are uniquely different from each other for the same reason individual people (even monozygotic twins) are physically unique from each other. It’s as simple (well, the explanation is simple, not the process) as genetic code swapping and later in-vitro environmental modification. God simply doesn’t enter into it.

It also turns out that the individual uniqueness of snowflakes has a perfectly rational scientific explanation.

Before I move on, I’d like to address a few more points in Mr. Thomas’s above statement.

It doesn’t take any faith what-so-ever not to believe in God. Faith doesn’t even begin to enter into it. For me, empirical, scientific evidence is the absolute best way to interpret this world. So far, science has not even come close to proving God’s existence. In fact, God himself hasn’t deemed it necessary to even prove his own existence. Listen, I’m not close-minded on the subject. If Jesus came down to earth tomorrow, resurrecting the dead, re-growing amputee’s limbs or performing any other miracles, I would probably be inclined to believe in him. Although, even the word “believe” in not correct in this context. I would know of his existence. But, for now, there is just no definitive evidence that God does exist, hence the question really doesn’t bother me. Just as the nonexistence of Jedi Knights does not bother me.

For me to have “faith” that He does not exist implies that I think He exists. It’s a meaningless circular argument.

Mr. Thomas also points out that it is “intellectually lazy” not to believe in God, and gives the reasons I refuted above. Of course, I think he has this exactly backwards. Though I don’t think it’s “intellectually lazy” to have a belief in God, I do believe it’s extremely lazy to attribute every seemingly unknown causation to Him. It’s this sort of attitude that retards scientific progress. It’s also juvenile. It’s the kind of thing an frustrated parent would tell his child after hearing “why is the sky blue?” one hundred times a day. Instead of pulling out a science book and patiently walking the child through the reasons, some people may be tempted to just say, “Because, God made it that way”. Now, you tell me, which of the two is more “intellectually lazy”?

Mr. Thomas then goes on to say:

An atheist wagers his or her present and eternal future that he or she is right. If the atheist is right and there is no God, there are no consequences. But if the atheist is wrong and there is a God and a Heaven for those who come to Him on His terms, and a Hell for those who reject Him, then that has the most important consequences.

Wait, weren’t we just talking about being “intellectually lazy”?

This argument, of course, is yet another version of Pascal’s Wager. It has been so thoroughly discredited it’s almost embarrassing to still find it masquerading as intellectual debate. It assumes that God is so stupid that he would be fooled by a non-believer just kind of going through the motions to get into heaven. And, really, can’t I just as easily reverse the argument on Mr. Thomas?

Mr. Thomas wagers his present and eternal future that he is right. If he is right and there is no Allah, there are no consequences. But, if he is wrong and Allah and a Heaven exists for those who come to Him on His terms, and a Hell for those who reject Him, then that has the most important consequences.

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Blogging the Bible, Day 4
January 5, 2007 — 8:10 pm

The Calling of Abraham

After the Tower of Babel incident, we wade through another long lineage and are finally introduced to Abraham (or Abram).

The Lord called upon Abraham and said:

Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father’s house, unto a land that I will show thee:

And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing.

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With the Lord’s blessing, Abraham settled in the land of Canaan where he “built an altar unto the Lord”.

Apparently something happened to between God and Abraham because not soon after there was a “grievous famine” in all the land and Abraham was forced to sojourn to Egypt for relief.

While approaching Egypt, Abraham turns to his wife and says:

Behold now, I know that thou art a fair woman to look upon:

Therefore it shall come to poss, when the Egyptians shall see thee, that they shall say, This is his wife: and they will kill me, but they will save thee alive.

Say, I pray thee, thou art my sister: that it may be well with me for thy sake; and my soul shall live because of thee.

Apparently, Abraham knew beauty when he saw it, for when they entered Egypt, Sarai (Abraham’s wife) turned quite a few heads. Word even got around to Pharaoh and he took her into his house. (Read, she was taken into his harem). For payment, Pharaoh gave Abraham “sheep, and oxen, and asses and menservants, and maidservants, and she asses and camels”.

Wow, quite the bargain!

It was around this time that the Lord God saw all of this going on and got a little perturbed. He sent a “great plague” upon Pharaoh and his house.

Pharaoh, obviously a bit confused, calls Abraham and asks him a fairly logical question. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me she was your wife, you jackass.” (I’m paraphrasing). And yet, in spite of all his suffering, Pharaoh was actually quite forgiving. He sent Abraham away with his wife and all he owned.

I’m assuming Sarai forgave Abraham’s transgression, but then again, I haven’t read that far, yet. The whole affair certainly brings Abraham’s “manhood” into question. A man willing to sell his wife into sexual servitude for fear of his well-being is what I like to call a “moral coward”. I wonder if there are many who agree with me.

Abraham in Egypt according to The Brick Testament

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Commenting
January 5, 2007 — 6:26 pm

I’ve turned commenting on my side of the blog back on. It looks as if Haloscan has done a good job updating their product and I thought I might give it another shot.

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Suffer the Little Children
January 4, 2007 — 8:00 pm

12-Year-Old Special Education Student Charged With Disorderly Conduct for Wetting Pants

I’m going to keep my comments to a minimum here; because with a story like this, it’s easy to go off on an emotional rant. Rants are a dime a dozen these days.

I just wanted to wonder aloud for a minute or two.

I wonder how we became a society that condones calling the cops on a special education student that just wet her pants, regardless of the reason.

I wonder how certain people worked their way into the position of “teaching” children.

I wonder why the police would even bother answering this call.

I wonder at the sheer stupidity of actually charging this poor girl.

I wonder how the police get away with stunts like this…

Police told the girl’s parents they could probably avoid a fine if they agree to have the girl do community service.

…without either being laughed or run out of town.

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Blogging the Bible, Day 3
January 4, 2007 — 7:15 pm

The Tower of Babel

As a child, this was my favorite bible story. I’m not sure why. I guess I just always liked the idea of this huge ziggurat reaching to the heavens. Come to think of it, this story may well have prepared me for Ayn Rand’s Fountain Head.

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The story goes like this:

And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech.

And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelt there.

And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them thoroughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for mortar.

And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.

And the LORD came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded.

And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.

Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another’s speech.

So the LORD scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city.

Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the LORD did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the LORD scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

This story is interesting for so many reasons. Mankind was so unified in purpose, they began to become God-like. The Lord sees this, assumably feels threatened by it and effectively retards mans technological abilities by confounding their language and scattering them to the four corners of the earth.

Taken as a story, it’s strangely compelling. Not only does it serve to explain the origin of the earth’s myriad of languages, it attempts to teach a lesson at the same time. “Know your place”.

Taken literally, it’s nonsense.

-It’s difficult to believe that an ancient civilization had the technical savvy, or manpower to construct a tower so high that its “top may reach unto heaven”. I’m certainly open to the idea, after all, the Pyramid of Giza is a testament to what a civilization can do with enough money, time and slave labor. The thing is, the Pyramid of Giza is still standing. The Tower of Babel is not. In fact, there’s no hard evidence that outside of your everyday ziggurats, it ever existed at all.

-There is no definitive linguistic or evolutionary evidence that a single language was the origin of all other languages. Or, as this story suggests, a single, all encompassing, unified language existed before God fractured it.

We, as mankind, have surely made structures much larger than the original Tower of Babel. If the Lord feels threatened by this development, he hasn’t made a mention of it. That’s not to mention our adventures with nuclear fission and space exploration.

It’s also interesting to note that the notion of “one language” is quickly being accepted as standard operating procedure for all mankind.

OK, I’ll sign off now, I’ve found that I’ve been babbling a bit.

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Revenge is Sour
January 3, 2007 — 8:55 pm

George Orwell argues that there is no such thing as revenge.

I’m rather taken with his point of view.

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Blogging the Bible, Day 2
January 3, 2007 — 8:48 pm

Genesis 8

I see plenty of inconsistencies in chapter 8 of Genesis. Most of them have to do with exactly how long the flood was. And when, exactly did the ark make landfall? The text doesn’t really give any clear explanation. We are told that:

And the waters returned from off the earth continually; after one hundred and fifty days the waters were abated.

And the ark rested in the seventh month, upon the seventeenth day of the month, upon the mountains of Ararat.

And the waters decreased continually until the tenth month: in the tenth month, on the first day of the month, were the tops of the mountains seen.

So far, so good. Up until now, everything fits in a nice, chronological order. Then we have this:

And it came to pass at the end of forty days, that Noah opened the window of the ark which he had made:

And he set forth a raven, which went to and fro, until the waters were dried up from off the earth.

Also he sent forth a dove from him, to see if the waters were abated from off the face of the ground

This seems a little odd to me. Noah surely knows the waters were “abated from off the face of the ground” as not only had the Ark found a resting spot on Mount Ararat, the tops of the mountains were seen from his vantage point, or so we are lead to believe.

But the dove found no rest for the sole of her foot, and she returned unto him into the ark, for the waters were on the face of the whole earth…

Either the bible is messed up chronologically, or this passage is in direct contradiction of with what was stated above.

And he stayed yet other seven days; and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark

And the dove came in to him in the evening; and, lo, in her mouth was an olive leaf plucked off: so Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth.

Taken literally, this makes absolutely no sense. We are to believe that an olive tree either survived the flood or germinated and sprouted leaves within a seven day period. Everything we know about horticulture flies in the face of such claims. It’s about as believable as a 500 year old man having three children in the span of a year. That is to say, it is wholly unbelievable.

Another mystery has to do with the animals on the ark. After landfall, Noah:

builded an altar unto the Lord; and took of every clean beast, and of every clean fowl, and offered burnt offerings on the altar.

Did God, in his wisdom, order Noah to carry two of every animal just so the “clean” ones could be sacrificed to him after the whole ordeal was over with? What exactly does that mean? Are we left with the prodigy of the “unclean” beasts and fowl? Or is it that all the clean beasts and fowl had offspring while on the ark, hence providing the sacrifice unto the Lord. And yet, if that is the case, how did all those offspring fit on the already surely cramped ark?

Genesis 9

And I will establish my covenant with you; neither shall all flesh be cut off any more by the waters of a flood; neither shall there any more be a flood to destroy the earth.

And God said, This is the token of the covenant which I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations

I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth

I remember having this lesson in Sunday school years ago. I thought aloud that it was wonderful that God would not destroy the earth again. It seemed to me that we were all safe from God’s wrath. I can’t tell you what a relief it was to my psyche that I didn’t have to look over my shoulder, waiting in dread anticipation for God to strike us all down dead for our wickedness.

Of course, it was quickly pointed out that God had only promised not to kill us all by way of drowning. All other options were fair game. My child-hood imagination quickly spun into overdrive once again. How would it come next time? Luckily for us, that is all foretold in another book of the bible…something I’ll discuss much later on this year.

In fact, a rainbow is “an optical and meteorological phenomenon that causes a nearly continuous spectrum of light to appear in the sky when the Sun shines onto droplets of moisture in the Earth’s atmosphere. It takes the form of a multicolored arc, with red on the outside and violet on the inside.”

Not to put too fine a point on it, but a rainbow is a purely scientific phenomenon. Where rays of light from the sun and atmospheric moisture mix in the, a rainbow is the likely result. Of course, there is little evidence to suggest that ancient civilizations understood the concept of light refraction, so the explanation of God worked rather nicely in its stead.

Right around Geniuses 9-20, things get downright bizarre. Noah planted a vineyard, you see and drank a little too much wine one night. And. well:

he drank of the wine, and was drunken; and he was uncovered within his tent.

And Ham, the father of Canaan, saw his nakedness of his father, and told his two brethren without.

And Shem and Japheth took a garment, and laid it upon both their shoulders, and went backward, and covered the nakedness of their father; and their faces were backward, and they saw not their father’s naked-ness

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Well, OK. Noah had a bit much to drink and passed out in a less than flattering pose. I’m sure that the majority of us at least know of this happening to someone with whom they are acquainted. Noah, with a slight hangover, I suppose, wakes up the next morning and:

knew what his younger son had done unto him

And he said, Cursed be Canaan; a servant of servants shall he be unto his brethren

And he said, Blessed be the Lord God of Shem; and Canaan shall be his servant.

God shall enlarge Japeth, and he shall dwell in the tents of Shem; and Canaan shall be his servant.

OK, everything else up to this point is just a little silly to me. However, this is where the bible starts running into some serious ethical problems. Noah gets drunk and passes out, naked. His son, Ham, comes upon him and sees him. Instead of covering him up (hence, honoring his father), he goes and tells his other brothers about their father’s condition.

As far as what’s written, this is all that happened. And, for the moment, I’ll take it at face value.

For the crime of not honoring his father, Ham’s son (an innocent) and his whole line of descendents are subjected to a life of slavery. Slavery is a condition that has nearly been eradicated from the face of the earth. It is a ruthless economic system that all enlightened societies find morally repugnant, to the nth degree. And yet, if we are to believe some fundamentalist Christians, the bible is the only source of morality for man to live by.

Of course, much more can be read into the story of Noah and Ham.

Genesis 10

This is the part in Genesis where Homer Simpson goes to sleep while listening to the Bible on tape. Begat, begat, begat, begat, begat.

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Let There Be Light
January 2, 2007 — 9:11 pm

So, this is the year I read the Bible cover to cover. I’ve read it piecemeal in the past, mostly in my church going days. I’ll be following the online reading guide listed here.

I got to thinking; if I’m going to actually read the bible, I might as well blog about it as well. Please note, my interpretation of the Bible will be entirely skeptical. I stopped being a believer nearly 15 years ago. Since then I’ve been calling myself an agnostic. It wasn’t until recently I’ve been labeling myself as an atheist.

It’s not my intention to mock or deride. I’m simply reading this from my own particular point of view and writing about it. Honestly, I don’t even know where this is going to take me.

The first post is going to be rather skimpy. I read through the first seven chapters of Genesis quickly and didn’t have much time to reflect. Hence, I’m only writing about the phrases that stuck out

Genesis 1 through Genesis 7

In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth.

Ah, the seven days of creation. Light, firmament, dry land, light-bearers, fish and birds, animals and humans, rest, all in order. A place for everything and everything in its place. OK, so far so good. In fact, Yahweh seems to be loosely following a script set down by a myriad of cultures.

Genesis 2-6: And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

I find it slightly humorous that some Christians get really worked up about the concept of evolution; particularly the part where man AND ape are descended from a common ancestor (not directly from apes as many creationists suggest), while the bible suggests our origins are no more divine than common dust. True, true, we have the breath of the divine in us (or so the bible says), but dust none-the-less.

Genesis 2-21,22,23: And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.

No wonder so many feminists are pissed.

Genesis 5-32: And Noah was five hundred years old: and Noah begat Shem, Ham and Japheth.

OK, aside from the impossibility of living to be 500 years old, he had all three children in one year? I mean, the in-vitro gestation time for homo sapiens is roughly 9 months, right?

Genesis 6-15: And this is the fashion which thou shalt make it of: The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits.

I’ll admit my ignorance when it comes to Old Testament measuring systems, so I had to look this one up. According to Dictionary.com, a cubit is “an ancient linear unit based on the length of the forearm, from elbow to the tip of the middle finger, usually from 17 to 21 in. (43 to 53 cm).”

So, according to my calculations, Noah’s Ark was somewhere between 425 to 525 feet long. If we’re fair and split the difference, we end up with a ship of 475 feet in length, 80 feet in width and 48 feet high.

No doubt these are impressive figures. In fact, imagine a structure about as long as one and half football fields and you have it’s length. It’s width would be almost exactly half the width of a football field. And as for its height, well, just imagine a 5 story building. At those dimensions, the Ark was a bit smaller than the typical World War II aircraft carrier.

Without even going into how something that size could be structurally sound constructed out of nothing but gopher wood and pitch, the mind absolutely forbids the notion that two of every living thing on the face of the earth could fit within. And don’t forget, to many creationists, this means dinosaurs were most definitely included in the bargain.

That’s it for now. I have no idea if anyone will be reading this as I go along or not. If there is some interest in it, I may create a separate email account to discuss what I’ve written.

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I’m working on it
December 30, 2006 — 10:21 pm

OK, so I’m working on a pretty big post right now. It will be kind of a “what I did in 2006” post. I have huge plans. HUGE, I tell you.

In the meantime, I’d like to pass along an old speech by JFK (that’s John F. Kennedy to you not in the know). I’ve been taking a pretty long and hard look at the Religious Right in America lately; and I have my fair amount of issues with JFK, but this particular speech strikes a chord. Plus, it’s refreshing to remember that the office of the President of the United States was held by articulate men, from time to time.

I believe in an America where the separation of church and state is absolute — where no Catholic prelate would tell the President (should he be a Catholic) how to act and no Protestant minister would tell his parishioners for whom to vote — where no church or church school is granted any public funds or political preference — and where no man is denied public office merely because his religion differs from the President who might appoint him or the people who might elect him.

I believe in an America that is officially neither Catholic, Protestant nor Jewish — where no public official either requests or accepts instructions on public policy from the Pope, the National Council of Churches or any other ecclesiastical source — where no religious body seeks to impose its will directly or indirectly upon the general populace or the public acts of its officials — and where religious liberty is so indivisible that an act against one church is treated as an act against all.

For, while this year it may be a Catholic against whom the finger of suspicion is pointed, in other years it has been, and may someday be again, a Jew — or a Quaker — or a Unitarian — or a Baptist. It was Virginia’s harassment of Baptist preachers, for example, that led to Jefferson’s statute of religious freedom. Today, I may be the victim — but tomorrow it may be you — until the whole fabric of our harmonious society is ripped apart at a time of great national peril.

Finally, I believe in an America where religious intolerance will someday end — where all men and all churches are treated as equal — where every man has the same right to attend or not to attend the church of his choice — where there is no Catholic vote, no anti-Catholic vote, no bloc voting of any kind — and where Catholics, Protestants and Jews, both the lay and the pastoral level, will refrain from those attitudes of disdain and division which have so often marred their works in the past, and promote instead the American ideal of brotherhood.

Whole speech here

Download the audio of this speech here

It’s also interesting to note that this speech was given to a group of Southern Baptist leaders.

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I’ve Got Nothing
August 29, 2006 — 10:05 pm

I had a genuine WTF moment the first time I saw this commercial (well before Radley Balko called it the worst commercial ever).

It’s just so…how do I say it…bad. Seriously.

Now, if Ford wanted to make a “bold move”, they would have left the mother standing on the curb waving goodbye to her children. Holy crap, this commercial sucks.

Hattip to The Agitator

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He’s Coming
August 26, 2006 — 3:53 pm

Yeah, I know. My last post was a link to Youtube too. This is sheer laziness, you may say to yourself. This Justin guy doesn’t bother to write anything for months and then pops up with some recycled Youtube links, you may also think…or something. But, damn is this funny, and addictive.

He’ll kick you apart!

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A Prince Among Men
July 29, 2006 — 9:20 pm

You know, the more I see of this guy, the more I like him.

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Teach Your Children Well
July 28, 2006 — 8:48 pm

Yesterday, Eric wrote a stirring blog entry about our mutual good friend, Dylan. It’s quite a coincidence as I was set to heap my own praises upon Dylan’s shaggy head myself. But, I got tired and went to bed, blog entry unwritten. That’s how it usually goes with me. My best thoughts often follow me into slumber and then just kind of disappear into the chambers of my subconscious.

Eric sums up our first encounter with Dylan quite nicely:

Justin and I were holding a Writers’ Bloc meeting by ourselves one day when a guy walked in with an odd sort of mullet and a kinda high-pitched, almost lispy voice, offering to read us some of his poetry. We said sure, but we didn’t take to Dylan right away. The first poems he read, as I recall, were all concrete medidations on beauty – cherry blossoms, the Japanese Garden (I still remember the phrase “clever bamboo contraptions” for some reason), stuff like that. At the time, even when I was writing about something in particular, it was all abstract and oblique imagery – hinting at the topic and its implications, never coming right out and writing about it. Dylan’s stuff didn’t fit in with my current stylistic hobby horse, and while I at first regarded his writing with as much skepticism as I held for his personal sense of no-flannel-or-funny-hat style, I admired it all the same. He was doing stuff I didn’t want to do, but it was coming out so well – the very model of the particular aesthetic choices he had made.

I actually think Eric is being a bit too nice in his reminiscence. I certainly recall us teasing him (in absentia) from time to time when he was not in earshot. I would do my best to imitate his nasally voice and Eric would try to come up with some off the cuff “Dylan stanzas”. Believe me, when you’re 16 years old, that stuff is comedy gold.

Of course, Dylan was quickly folded into our little literary clique, as were nearly all our friends at the time. Come to think of it, nearly every friend I’ve held onto from high school traveled in that same circle. I first met Jacob while working on the literary magazine. Though I knew Andrea Grant (a transplant from Benson High, I believe) from our shared English class, it was the Writer’s Bloc that cemented our friendship. And even though Tina was not on the literary magazine staff, I met her in the journalism room shortly after I graduated.

At times, separate circles of friends collided and meshed. Julie Nieman, for example, was a friend I made during my three years in Band class (I played the Tuba, thank you very much). Sometimes I wonder if Dylan and Julie would be married today if I had not been the apex of those two swirling circles of acquaintances. Ah, the head swells at the prospect of it all.

OK, I’m rambling a bit here.

I’ll say it plainly. Of all my friends, it is Dylan I envy. Not because he’s married to one of the most beautiful women I know (though it is part of the sum). Not because he has talent that demands to be admired. Not because he is, without a doubt, one of the most decent people I know. I envy Dylan because he has aspired to, and achieved greatness.

Let me explain. I’ve always had this feeling deep down inside of me that I was destined to do something great, something wonderful. Though I’ve done a great many things in my short time on earth, my feelings of achievement have always been fleeting. I think to myself, “OK, good job, what’s next?”. I have designs on how this sense of greatness will finally be realized, but it will take several more years to get there.

Dylan, on the other hand, is there. He, in his capacity as an English teacher, has the ability to touch minds, to create love out of nothing, to create passion out of disinterest. Many people are afforded this opportunity; few take advantage of it.

The only two teachers I had in high school that amounted to anything were Ms. Damien and Mr. Winn. In the end, I ended up loving those two. No, no, not Eros, but love none-the-less. I can say, with all honesty, that I would not be who I am today if our paths had never crossed. More than likely, a great deal of me would have been unrealized (I’m not ashamed to say it).

Dylan is the Ms. Damien and Mr. Winn for his students and his students love him for it. That is greatness. That is what I envy. No, that is what I admire about my good friend, Dylan.

Oh, and if anyone wants to know about the shrimp for ice cream scam we had going on back in the day, let me know.

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Best Interview . . . Ever
July 10, 2006 — 5:53 pm

Adam Corolla takes on Ann Coulter.

I thought this to be an appropriate re-beginning to my blog posting.

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These Are the Times that Try Men’s Souls
February 25, 2006 — 9:00 pm

Ahhhh…Corporate America.

Let me just make this clear to one and all. Being laid off sucks. It blows. It bites the big one, as it were. I’m still in the state of mind where I’m on the outside looking in…sort of an out of body experience where I’ve disconnected nearly all feelings regarding my situation. What’s the first stage of dealing with grief? Denial?

I’ve never been one for pouring out my personal life to those who are not in the know. But, in this case, I suppose it’s necessary…that is if the reader wants to get a full picture of the shear enormity (yes, I said enormity, not immensity) of what’s going on in my life.

Depression, Separation, Death, Divorce, Unemployment. Five unique occurrences all bunched up in a 12 month period.

Occurrence the first – Depression. Nearly a year ago I was diagnosed with chronic low level depression (Disthymia). The mighty wonder drug, Prozac; and a years worth of therapy has served well in abating that particular problem.

Occurrence the second (and fourth) – Separation (and divorce). Not much to say here. Suffice it to say, it’s messy.

Occurrence the third – Death. My father passed away in August. We had issues, he and I. The only way I can explain our relationship in a succinct manner is thus…I talk to him more now then when he was alive.

Occurrence the fifth – Unemployment. I went from having a job that paid 60k one day to being nearly destitute the next. This wasn’t because of anything I did. It’s just that the company wasn’t making enough money, you see. So, bye bye, Justin. Oh, and we are going to escort you from the building. No, you can’t say goodbye to anyone. No, you can’t go back to your desk, we’ll pack that up for you and have you pick them up at a later date. Good luck!

Am I being tested? If I believed in a higher power, I’d have to say yes. I’ve come to understand that circumstances such as these really measure the worth of a man. I mean, come on, it’s easy to be a stand up guy when all is in order. But, what happens when the foundation starts to shake and your very world begins to rip itself apart? What then? Do you go home and kick the dog, or do you step right into the middle of that motherfucking storm and dare it to bring its worst?

When I told Eric I had been laid off, he had some very astute, if not pithy advise for me. “You’d better get on that…like yesterday.”

He’s right, of course. There is no time to wallow. I’m stepping into the storm.

Bring it on, motherfucker.

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Ben Shapiro: Poltroon
February 15, 2006 — 1:00 pm

Young Mr. Shapiro, the rock star of college conservatives through-out America, is at it again. In an attempt to rally the Brown-shirts (Ok, maybe that’s not completely fair; but, it sure does sound good), he makes the following statement in an article on Townhall.com:

At some point, opposition must be considered disloyal. At some point, the American people must say “enough.” At some point, Republicans in Congress must stop delicately tiptoeing with regard to sedition and must pass legislation to prosecute such sedition.

He is referring to recent statements made by Al Gore, Rep. Jim McDermott and Sen. John Kerry.

He then assures us that the ACLU will of course remind us of “FREEDOM OF SPEECH”, as if only liberal organizations with communist leanings will be the only people concerned with the erosion of our civil liberties.

Little did we know, however, that Mr. Shapiro is also a scholar of American history:

Before we buy into the slogan, we must remember our history. President Abraham Lincoln suspended the writ of habeas corpus and allowed governmental officials to arrest Rep. Clement Vallandigham after Vallandigham called the Civil War “cruel” and “wicked,” shut down hundreds of opposition newspapers, and had members of the Maryland legislature placed in prison to prevent Maryland’s secession. The Union won the Civil War.

Under the Espionage Act of 1917, opponents of World War I were routinely prosecuted, and the Supreme Court routinely upheld their convictions. Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes rightly wrote, “When a nation is at war, many things that might be said in time of peace are such a hindrance to its effort that their utterance will not be endured so long as men fight and that no Court could regard them as protected by any constitutional right.” The Allies won World War I.

During World War II, President Franklin D. Roosevelt authorized the internment of hundreds of thousands of Japanese-Americans, as well as allowing the prosecution and/or deportation of those who opposed the war. The Allies won World War II.

During the Vietnam War, the Supreme Court repeatedly upheld the free speech rights of war opponents, whether those opponents distributed leaflets depicting the rape of the Statue of Liberty or wore jackets emblazoned with the slogan “F— the Draft.” America lost the Vietnam War.

One wonders if Ben Shapiro has ever read anything by H.L. Mencken. If he had, he might have taken this quote to heart:

Demagogue: One who preaches doctrines he knows to be untrue to men he knows to be idiots.

I believe that Mr. Shapiro is having a bit of a problem with the concept of correlation. It seems to me (as it should to every freedom loving individual) that the Union won the Civil War in spite of Abraham Lincoln’s actions; not because of them. Likewise, the Allies won World War I and World War II in spite of the tyranny occurring right here on our very shores; not because of them.

And, to even suggest that the United States lost the Vietnam war because of “jackets emblazoned with the slogan ‘F— the Draft'”, proves that Mr. Shapiro believes us all to be idiots.

Mr. Shapiro, you are a coward, sir. Your kind will never cease to remind us that countless people died so that people have the “right” to criticize this government’s actions. Then, within the same breath, you would take away those very rights, rendering your very argument (if not all those lives lost) null and void. How many lives, Mr. Shapiro, will be lost recovering those rights?

But, just between you and me…come-on, you really don’t believe what you are saying, do you?

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Is Ignorance Bliss?
February 6, 2006 — 8:00 pm

Sometimes my own ignorance astounds me.

I’ve probably read To Kill a Mockingbird five or six times since I first picked it up all those many years ago. I treasure that book. It sits (nearly invisible) in the back of my mind at all times. I view its onscreen adaptation as something beautiful. If ever there was a perfect performance, it was Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch. And, who could forget Robert Duvall’s very first appearance in the movies as “Boo” Radley?

I’m embarrassed to admit this, but until just yesterday, I was under the impression that Harper Lee was a man; and I have no earthly idea why. On top of that, I was under the equally false impression that “he” was dead.

Finding out that Harper Lee is in fact a woman and very much alive was one of those “well, I’ll be damned” moments. Kind of the mental equivalent of slamming into a glass door, unawares.

Since I’m admitting my blatant ignorance here, I might as well give another example. When, pray tell, did people start referring to Portland (my hometown) as P-town? When did this start? I’ve been reconnecting with quite a few old friends lately and they all make the same reference. Have I been asleep all these years or is this a new phenomenon? Just curious.

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Myth Busters
February 5, 2006 — 4:00 pm

The very first book that I remember actually stirring my curiosity was Edith Hamilton’s Mythology. I remember reading this book in class while I should have been doing other thing (typing, for example, where I ultimately received an F as a reward for my diverted attention).

Since then, I have fallen in love with Greek and Roman mythology. Though I’m no expert on the matter, I read what I can: Bullfinch, Campbell, Aeschylus, Sophocles, etc….

Movies and television shows with mythological themes catch my attention as well. The new Battlestar Galactica, for example. The Iliad (or Troy as it was named for the “big screen”) was a lot of fun too, though (as Tim Virkkala once stated better than I), I missed the Gods.

So, with all that being said, I do have to admit a bit of irritation when these shows get the simplest things, well…just wrong. For example, I caught Jason and the Argonauts on the Sci Fi channel last night (the recent remake). I was irked when they kept referring to Heracles as Hercules. I suppose this wouldn’t be so bad, if the story were told by a Roman point of view. However, every other entity in the movie was referred to by their Greek name. Zeus and Hera, for example.

And, while we are on the subject of Heracles, why do these shows always make him much weaker than is warranted? This was a man who, for his 11th great task, held the world upon his shoulders while the Titan, Atlas gathered apples for him. So, I find it hard to fathom that he would be grunting and straining with all his might to pull out a small sized tree from its roots to use as a weapon against an oncoming enemy.

Ok, perhaps I’m being snobbish, I don’t know. I just don’t think television or the movies would have anything to lose in staying true to the myths. I mean, they’ve lasted this long, right?

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Youth
February 2, 2006 — 8:00 pm

Now that I’m getting on into the early reaches of middle age-dom, I find it incredibly easy to dismiss the aspirations and musing of youth…meaning my own daughters. When I don’t want my peace treaded upon, I find it tempting to exile them to the living room and the television therein. Spongebob Squarepants has given me blessed solitude a number of times.

But, the nature of children is a wonderful thing. They have that fantastic ability to shake your very foundations. As I was idly wasting time today (trying to decide if I should read Tom Jones or Prometheus Bound), my 7 year old daughter came in and began a full blown lecture on the life and times of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Seriously, she knew more about the man than I did. She wrapped up her presentation with the request that I find and play “Eine Kline Nachtmusik” (her very words).

What could I do? For the next hour we sat side by side and searched the Internet for Mozart trivia. I downloaded several pieces of music and we listened to them, together.

I love being a father.

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More on Beauty
February 1, 2006 — 7:00 pm

A couple of days ago, I brought up the issue of beauty. I thought I might give an example of what passes for beauty in my eye.

I find this beautiful, and painfully so:

The above is Edward Hopper’s “Gas”. Though I don’t think this is his absolute best piece of art, I do find it strongly compelling. It speaks to me. I relate to it (and other Hopper paintings) in a way I don’t or can’t relate to other artists.

Now, this I merely find interesting, rather than beautiful:

This, of course, is Jackson Pollock’s “Number 1”. Now, to me this is more a disorganized construct (a contradiction?). Something to puzzle over; something to disassemble and reassemble. It’s almost as it’s a problem to be solved. I’m not saying there’s no beauty here; it’s just that I don’t recognize it.

Now, I’m wondering why this is. Why does Hopper outstrip Pollock in the recesses of my mind? Is it a lack of formal artistic education? Do environmental aspects come into play? Am I just being “ignorant”? What, pray tell, is it?

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House Cleaning
January 31, 2006 — 6:00 pm

Two posts in as many days! Eric is going to have a fit!

I’ve managed to clean up my gutter area a bit. It now reflects what I’ve read thus far this year, as well as what I’m currently perusing. Though, some of the entries under “Books read in 2006” aren’t really books, but rather essays. But, oh well.

My mind had been lingering on the thoughts of aesthetics lately. Beauty, in all its forms, has always held my rapt attention. I don’t know where I’m going with this quite yet. I thought I’d just throw it out there. Perhaps someone could send me an email with their specific thoughts on beauty. What is it? How do we recognize it? Is it hard wired into us or is it something we grow to appreciate as we gain life experience? Is it both?

I’ll think on it a bit more and write my thoughts down when they become a little more coherent.

Anyway, it’s good to be back.

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An Open Book
January 30, 2006 — 5:00 pm

I’m back!

Other matters have been at the forefront of my oft’ wayward attention these past few months. I’m not promising that I’ll be updating with any real frequency now, but it’s a start anyway.

I’ve been trying to catch up on some reading these past few months. Though the gutter area on my side is not updated to show it, I’ve made some real progress these past few months. For example, I finally read Caesar’s Conquest of Gaul. I was really quite surprised by how simply Caesar wrote. Though mainly a propaganda piece, his exploits have resonance even today.

To tie into Caesar’s conquest, I re-read Patton’s War as I knew it as well. One is amazed at how the two’s writing corresponded so. But, perhaps that was the point. Of course, Patton never fails to remind the reader how and when he mirrored Caesar’s actions nearly two millennia ago. Frightfully good stuff.

This year I’ve resolved to read The Harvard Classics. Of course, some of that list is old hat. The Odyssey, for example. Though I read this many years ago, I had a wonderful time reading it all over again. It’s funny how your frame of context allows you to interpret the core meaning of a book. When I first read of Brave Ulysses (Odysseus for you Graecio-philes out there), it was no more than a rousing tale of adventure and…well, quite frankly, gore. Presently I understand the book to be more about the kind of hero worship you might find in an Ayn Rand novel. What, exactly is Homer trying to convey to us? I don’t think this is about Penelope pining away for her long, lost husband. I think, rather that she cannot bear to give herself to a “lesser person” as it were. There is a whole well-spring of psychology here that I’m sure has been addressed elsewhere. I find it all rather fascinating.

Additionally, I have been reading Chronicles of Narnia to my daughters. This is one of the most rewarding aspects of being a father. By reading these stories aloud to a captive audience, I am, in a sense, reliving my own childhood. It is interesting to me how certain phrases trigger emotion. For example, while reading this passage, I choked up. I had to pause and recompose myself:

“We have come – Aslan.”

“Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam,” said Aslan. “Welcome, Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve. Welcome, He-Beaver and She-Beaver.”

His voice was deep and rich and somehow took the fidgets out of them. They now felt glad and quiet and it didn’t seem awkward to them to stand and say nothing.

Why the emotion? I don’t know. Something was triggered, however. And I love it. I love every minute of it.

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Kafka, meet Hawaii. Hawaii, Kafka.
October 12, 2005 — 6:00 pm

From the life and times of Josef K?:

Under a new policy, Hawaii officials are forcing used car buyers to assume responsibility for parking tickets left unpaid by a previous owner. The state last month began enforcing an obscure law passed more than a decade ago that states no motor vehicle may be registered if records show that there are outstanding fines against the vehicle — not against the owner. To register the car, buyers must either pay all fines owed by the previous owner or contest the ticket in court. To contest the ticket, the buyer must pay a “bond” which is exactly the amount of the fine.

Worse, many unpaid parking tickets may not even have be issued for legitimate violations. In 2003, motorist Dwain Marlowe used a video camera to document how parking meters near the Honolulu airport were shortchanging drivers by between 5 and 15 minutes. Parking tickets generate more than $20 million a year in revenue for Hawaii.

Seriously…the mind boggles.

Hattip to No Quarters

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WTF?
October 7, 2005 — 8:00 pm

Peggy Noonan and I actually agree about something:

This in itself is quite something, as I usually have little to nothing to do with Conservative mouthpieces.

“And they did things like this: The day before hurricane Rita hit Texas, last Friday, I saw on TV something that disturbed me. It was not the usual scene of crashing waves and hardy reporters being blown sideways by wind gusts. It was a fat Texas guy swimming in the waves off Galveston. He’d apparently decided the high surf was a good thing to jump into, so he went for a prehurricane swim. Two cops saw him, waded into the surf and arrested him. When I saw it the guy was standing there in orange trunks being astonished as the cops put handcuffs on him and hauled him away.

I thought: Oh no, this is isn’t good. This is authority, not responsibility.

You’d have to be crazy, in my judgment, to decide you were going to go swim in the ocean as a hurricane comes. But in the America where I grew up, you were allowed to be crazy. You had the right. Sometimes you were crazy and survived whatever you did. Sometimes you didn’t, and afterwards everyone said, ‘He was crazy.'”

I remember the America Peggy speaks of. This is a rather new phenomenon where you’re likely to get arrested for “your own safety” rather than do something (as Peggy says) crazy. In today’s America, you’re only as free as the cops say you are.

Of course there will be the wholly expected and regular chorus of “Hey, you always obey a cop or you deserve what you get”. These people just aren’t made of true grit. They would have never survived in a truly free and crazy America. I have no use for them.

Rotters, every one of them.

Crossposted at my Myspace blog.

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Truth is Stranger Than Fiction
October 1, 2005 — 1:00 pm

While re-reading The Moon is a Harsh Mistress by Robert A. Heinlein, I came across this passage:

Let’s say a little one, too young to read, is caught with a stack of subversive literature-which happened more than once. Here’s how it would go, after Hazel indoctrinated a kid:

ADULT: “Baby, where did you get this?”
BAKER STREET IRREGULAR: “I’m not a baby, I’m a big boy!”
ADULT: “Okay, big boy, where did you get this?”
B.S.I.: “Jackie give it to me.”
ADULT: “Who is Jackie?”
B.S.I. “Jackie.”
ADULT: “But what’s his last name?”
B.S.I.: “Who?”
ADULT: “Jackie.”
B.S.I.: (scornfully) “Jackie’s a girl!”
ADULT: “All right, where does she live?”
B.S.I.: “Who?”

And so on around – To all questions key answer was of pattern: “Jackie give it to me.” Since Jackie didn’t exist, he (she) didn’t have a last name, a home address, nor fixed sex. Those children enjoyed making fools of adults, once they learned how easy it was.

At worst, literature was confiscated. Even a squad of Peace Dragoons thought twice before trying to “arrest” a small child.

I wonder how Mr. Heinlein would have written that passage were he alive today.

Student’s refusal to adjust cap leads to arrest, controversy

It is against school policy to wear hats sideways because it can be a sign of disrespect for authority, the police report said, but Marlon, who is Black, said that the rule is enforced selectively. According to a police report, he pointed to several White students whose hats were on sideways…

Morgan was taken to police headquarters, where he was fingerprinted, photographed and kept in a jail cell for several hours. He was held on suspicion of disorderly conduct, failure to obey a police officer, trespassing and interfering or disrupting an educational institution.

Third-grader arrested for disorderly conduct

The boy’s mother, Angelica Esquibel, said he was sent to the school office Thursday when he raised his voice to a teacher after hitting another child with the basketball.

The counselor told him officers would handcuff him and put him in a cell “until he changes his attitude,” Esquibel said.

Two officers tried to tell Jerry to go back to class and told him he had a choice – class or jail, Esquibel said. When the boy got upset and loud, they handcuffed him, she said.

The police report says Jerry was arrested, taken to jail, booked and released to his parents.

First-Grader Arrested, Handcuffed After Fight

Eight year-old Isaac Sutton got into a fight with a ten-year-old neighbor. The other boy’s mother called the cops and they arrested Isaac and took him to Juvie in handcuffs. Police held him until midnight before releasing him to his mother.

Boys arrested for stick figure drawings

Two Florida students, one 9 years old and the other 10 years old, were arrested and taken out of school in handcuffs. They are being charged with “making a written threat to kill or harm another person”, a felony.

One drawing showed the two boys standing on either side of the other boy and “holding knives pointed through” his body, according to a police report. The figures were identified by written names or initials.

St. Petersburg 5-year-old cuffed after school outburst

A 5 year-old student at Fairmount Park Elementary School in the Pinellas County School System acted up in class. Her teacher took away her jelly beans as punishment and the little girl had a tantrum. The police were called.

The students were counting jelly beans as part of a math exercise at Fairmount Park Elementary School when the little girl began acting silly. That’s when her teacher took away her jelly beans, outraging the child.

Minutes later, the 40-pound girl was in the back of a police cruiser, under arrest for battery. Her hands were bound with plastic ties, her ankles in handcuffs.

Handcuffing nine year-olds is okay according to Tuscaloosa officials

Another teacher overheard the argument from across the gymnasium and ordered the student to come speak with her, according to the complaint.

While the girl was walking to the teacher, Bostic intervened and ordered her to come speak with him, insisting that he handle the situation when the other teacher said she could take care of it.

According to the complaint, Bostic stood the girl in a doorway, placed handcuffs on her and told her: “This is what happens to people when they break the law,” and “This is how it feels to be in jail.”

Ohio police handcuff 5-year-old after bus fight

The suit accuses the bus driver of grabbing Finch around the neck, wrapping her legs around him and detaining him until Cincinnati police arrived.

Minutes later when officers [Douglas] Snider and [Kaneshia ] Howell arrived, the suit added, the child – who was hiding under one of the bus seats – was placed in and kept in handcuffs “for an unreasonable amount of time.” Video from a camera mounted inside the bus – a video the bus company has refused to share with Finch’s family and lawyer – could verify the allegations, the suit said.

The child was charged with no offense.

How, pray tell, does the “tough on crime” crowd justify these actions? Of course, those denizens of Heinlein’s “Luna” had their own solution:

One guard back-handed a small boy, cost him some teeth. Result: two guards dead, one Loonie dead.”

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Bwahaha!
September 26, 2005 — 7:15 pm

Explanation here and here.

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A Note About Comments
September 25, 2005 — 8:30 pm

I’m going to be discontinuing comments on my side of the blog, for now. Not because I don’t like getting comments (I love it), but because the whole system seems to be seriously flawed. I’m continuously losing comments and things keep getting rearranged. I have no idea how to fix it. I’m hoping Eric will come up with some kind of permanent system sometime in the future.

Until then, (and I know this is a pain) if you have any comments at all, please feel free to email me at jmstodd at gmail dot com.

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You Might be a Fanboy if…
September 25, 2005 — 9:30 am

I’m really getting hooked on Battlestar Galactica. It’s a rare occasion that a television show grasps my attention so. There was The Sopranos. There was (and is) Deadwood and now there’s the fabulous BSG (Battlestar Galactica for all you non-geeks out there).

Anyway, half the fun of being so immersed in a series is scrounging around the web, finding out what other people think. So far, the best site I’ve come across is Jim Henley’s Unqualified Offerings. Without fail, he puts up a BSG post after every episode. The comments section is pretty lively as well.

Lord help me, I’m even considering buying some action figures.

On a (I guess related) side note, the upcoming movie, Serenity, will be available for a free screening for bloggers. I’m guessing I’ll be sucked into Firefly next.

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Ladies and Gentlemen…Fuck the Police
September 10, 2005 — 6:02 pm

I’m not comfortable writing profanity, never have been. Oh, I can talk like a drunken sailor with the best of them, when the occasion presents itself. However, I’ve always been leery of expressing myself thusly with the written word. I’ve given this quite a bit of thought and I’ve simply come to the conclusion that the following must be expressed, profanity intact. Seriously. Fuck the Police.

Take a gander.

And then there’s this:

I still can’t make myself believe it…but I’m beginning to entertain the question. Is liberty, at long last, dead?

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Another Amendment Bites the Dust
September 9, 2005 — 7:02 pm

This makes me sick:

Armed police have begun to handcuff hurricane survivors who refuse to leave their homes in New Orleans.

As many as 10,000 people have stayed put in the devastated city despite orders to evacuate.

Many are now said to be going voluntarily, but others are being detained and taken to evacuation centres.

Not that it matters:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

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Books-A-Million
September 1, 2005 — 6:02 pm

I’ve finally got around to updating the books I’ve been reading this year. So far, I’m pretty happy with my selections. As you can probably tell, I started out the year immersed in archetypical/Jungian psychology. Though the theories of archetypes and how they affect us are rather simple, I find it fascinating. Upon my recent trip to Portland (and hence an obligatory visit to Powells Book Store), Eric suggested that I should look into Thomas Szasz and his treatises on mental illness/psychology. I have no doubt that I will at some point. For now, I’m content on just exploring.

I’ll be writing more about psychology in the upcoming weeks. And I’ll continue to read what I can get my hands on. As a matter of fact, I’ve just added a few books by Abraham Maslow and B.F. Skinner to my Amazon Wish List.

This is the first year where I just allow myself to read at leisure, without worrying myself about what I’m going to read in advance (a common Obsessive Compulsive trait of mine). I’ve found the experience most liberating. I delved a bit into Paramedic medicine (which, truthfully, would be my all time dream job; if money were no object). I also got around to reading Dante’s Inferno and Purgatory. Someday soon I’ll get around to Paradise.

Camille Paglia’s “Break, Blow, Burn” was a pleasant diversion for me. I’ve always enjoyed her writing and it’s fun to see some of my favorite poetry put into a new light. She did a fine job with William Carlos Williams, for example.

I was also very happy with the hilariously sublime “The King” by Donald Barthelme (my second Barthelme book). King Arthur in World War Two…fantastic.

Nicholson Baker’s “The Fermata” was also a real treat. Though taken aback by the sexual content (not in a prudish way, I just wasn’t expecting it), I had a great time reading it.

I think the best discovery made thus far has to be Philip Jose Farmer’s “To Your Scattered Bodies Go”. I can’t believe it took me so long to find this book, or for it to find me, as it were. What a find! The second book in the Riverworld series, “The Fabulous Riverboat” was not as good, though it did hold my attention.

I have a huge stack of books sitting by my side right now just waiting to be read. Who knows what discoveries I’ll make in the coming months. I’m beginning to discover that reading a good book is much like drinking a long sought after glass of cool water on a hot Summer day. Oh, what a feeling.

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Not-So-Dangerous Liaisons
August 19, 2005 — 7:02 pm

Recently, I had occasion to meet Tim Virkkala, one of Eric’s old friends and someone I’ve known only through the distance formulated by bits and bytes. I remember commenting to Eric (when he asked me if I’d like to meet Tim), that he was the most intimidating person I have never met.

I’m always somewhat intimidated by obviously intelligent people. I’ve come to think that most of those feelings come from my extreme introversion. I just never know how to act or what to say around “new” people. This feeling can be multiplied greatly if the other person in question is himself an introvert. I find in these situations we just kind of stand around, awkwardly looking at each other.

Tim, however, was a rather genial fellow with, I suspect, a very extroverted streak about him. When I pointed this out to Eric, he helpfully said “Well, that’s the good thing about extroverts; they do all the work for you.”

And so they do. I’m always satisfied when new meetings come off well. It seems as though my social circle may have just increased by one.

Look out world. . . .

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Couldn’t Resist
May 5, 2005 — 9:00 pm

I was looking at this photo the other day and Monty Python popped in my head:

If life seems jolly rotten
There’s something you’ve forgotten
And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you’re feeling in the dumps
Don’t be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle – that’s the thing.

And…always look on the bright side of life…
Always look on the light side of life…

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I Just Don’t Get It
May 4, 2005 — 9:00 pm

This particular advertisement has been floating around some right leaning blogs as of late.

I don’t get it.

I mean…it makes my head hurt.

Really…I mean…hmmmm…it’s just that…

Enemy of the State?

I can’t figure out if this is irony or just a sad truth to which I must be resigned.

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Contemptible
April 23, 2005 — 9:00 pm

Big, Bad Judy-Boys at work.

An attorney says he plans legal action against St. Petersburg police officers who handcuffed an unruly 5-year-old girl after she acted up in her kindergarten class.

A video camera, which was rolling March 14 as part of a classroom self-improvement exercise, captured images of the girl tearing papers off a bulletin board, climbing on a table and punching an assistant principal before police were called to Fairmount Park Elementary.

Then it shows the child appearing to calm down before three officers approach, pin her arms behind her back and put on handcuffs as she screamed, “No!”

Seriously, there’s nothing I can add to this. Just…what a bunch of contemptible punks.

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Unrealized Moscow
April 22, 2005 — 11:00 pm

Fascinating for the History as well as Architectural enthusiast.

The General plan envisaged the development of the city as a unified system of highways, squares and embankments with unique buildings, embodying the ideas and achievements of socialism. This plan contained a number of major flaws, especially in connection with the preservation of the historical heritage of the city. The specific nature of the architectural process of this period was determined wholly by ambitious government schemes.

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The Last of Your Springs
April 21, 2005 — 7:00 pm

“Your days are short here; this is the last of your springs. And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. You will go away with old, good friends. And don’t forget when you leave why you came.”

-Adlai E. Stevenson

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Wrestling With God
April 19, 2005 — 8:30 pm

During a recent session with my therapist (where Jungian free association reigns supreme), I meandered into the topic of spirituality. Specifically, I was attempting to unravel a couple of things that have lain dormant and cloistered somewhere deep within the recesses of my subconscious self.

Religion and spirituality have never been a duality in my mind. They have always been merged together, doomed to share each others negative connotations. The reasons for this are legion and would be difficult to get into here. (Suffice it to say there are childhood issues at play, perhaps something I’ll delve deeper into at a later date).

Because of my innate fears and deep suspicion of religion, it has been nearly impossible for me to develop a spiritual persona. As I was saying, I was chatting about this with my therapist when, and I hope you’ll pardon the expression, I had a revelation of sorts. The gist of this popped into my head:

So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak.
When the man saw that he could not overpower him, he touched the socket of Jacob’s hip so that his hip was wrenched as he wrestled with the man.
Then the man said, “Let me go, for it is daybreak.”

But Jacob replied, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.”

The man asked him, “What is your name?”

“Jacob,” he answered.

Then the man said, “Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, [a] because you have struggled with God and with men and have overcome.”

Genesis 32:24-30

Wrestling with God…what a perfect metaphor.

JacobAngel

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I Shall Return
December 28, 2004 — 7:30 pm

The rumors of my…absence have been greatly exaggerated. I’m alive. I’m well. I’ll be posting much more very soon. In the meantime, here is a picture of a bowl of Pho.

Pho

See you soon.

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Missing Blogger
December 18, 2004 — 11:59 pm

Have you seen me?

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Trying to Make a Buck
October 26, 2004 — 10:00 pm

I’ve been scouring the Internet this past year trying to come up with ways to make money on my off time. Some things have worked, some haven’t. I think I’ve stumbled upon a program that has at least a little potential.

2 Dollar Empire works on a pretty simple basis. The program offers what looks like several hundred e-books on how to make money on the Internet. Some I’ve seen before, some I haven’t. When you buy into the program, you get all the e-books plus the right to resell them. To join, you simply pay me (via Paypal) $2 and then pay the company another $1.87. For that, you get your own webpage and all the e-books you can handle. You’re then on your way to creating your own $2 empire, as it were.

I’m not getting all glassy eyed about this. I know I won’t be making scads of money or anything. But, it only takes two people to sign up to make a profit. I guess I’m willing to try it out to see what comes of it.

If you’re interested, here’s how you get started.

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Everything is Nothing
October 2, 2004 — 11:15 pm

My younger daughter had a philosophical epiphany the other day as we drove to the local Cracker Barrel. She muttered this bit of existentialism from the backseat:

Everything is nothing.
Except, food is not nothing,
Unless it’s grass,
Cause, grass and flowers die and aren’t there anymore.

What medium is speaking through my 3 year old?

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Gondry Does it Again
September 25, 2004 — 4:15 pm

What do you get when you cross the brilliant Michel Gondry with a cross country road trip? Another fantastic music video; this time by French group, Lacquer.

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‘Cause You Gotta Have Faith
September 22, 2004 — 4:50 pm

This is funny:

This is funnier:

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A Couple of Invites
September 22, 2004 — 4:40 pm

I have 4 GMail invitations to those who want them…just click on the links.

Invite 1
Invite 2
Invite 3
Invite 4

Enjoy!

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Teamwork
September 21, 2004 — 10:30 pm

I’m sure by now nearly all of you have seen those cheesy, ubiquitous motivational posters/framed pictures during some span of your day to day life. More than likely, they are hanging up in your office or school, whatever the case may be.

Why managers pay good money on these things, I’ll never know. Regardless, one of these posters caught my eye today at work. Luckily, I was able to find a picture of it on the net.

Just in case you can’t make it out, the pithy, inspired saying that accompanies this particular photograph (the Great Wall of China for those of you who are not geographically inclined) states:

Many Minds, Many Hands, One Goal

Perhaps our collective managers have a sly sense of humor when assailing us with this, dare I say it, propaganda. I say this because, well, the Great Wall of China pretty much represents the complete opposite of teamwork; unless you count slave labor, privation, starvation, mutilation, asphyxiation and just about any other ‘-iation’ as a definition of “team work”.

During the Qin Dynasty, Emperor Qinshihuang (Cheen sure ha-wang) used 300,000 military conscripts and nearly 800,000 slave laborers to consolidate construction on what is now known as the Great Wall of China. It is not known how many died while building the wall, but estimates run into the hundreds of thousands. Many were “walled in” alive as punishment for minor infractions. Not that the death toll was shocking to those in charge. In fact, the “managers” of this colossal project made sure to bury the remains of the deceased in the ground under the wall. Hey, all those bones made the structure stronger, don’t you know.

Teamwork, indeed.

I, for one, would much rather our managers be a tad bit more honest with us.

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Sock Monkey
September 19, 2004 — 7:15 pm

The Adventures of Sock Monkey and his friend, Crow; from Dark Horse Comics.

Flash or Quicktime required.

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Counting The Beefs On The N.J. Turnpike
September 14, 2004 — 9:30 pm

I love the smoking gun. Here is an archive of some actual complaints made by patrons of the N.J. Turnpike. After a friend of mine read these today, he commented “It’s a good thing they don’t let me carry a gun around”.

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Stages of Grief
September 14, 2004 — 9:15 pm

Lewis Black’s five stages of grief:

Denial
Anger
Depression
Acceptance
And Finally, Exploitation!

By the way, when did “Patriot Day” happen? Is that why I didn’t get mail this past September 11th? How very heroic.

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Ivan the Terrible?
September 13, 2004 — 3:20 pm

Hardly. Check out the historically most destructive hurricane in American history, circa 1900.

More than 6,000 souls perished during this surprise, still unnamed hurricane. Of course, these days, we are warned weeks in advance of any danger a hurricane may pose (think the three, count them three, hurricanes that have hit the Caribbean and Florida this past month).

Remember to remind you Luddite friends; Science is good.

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Arrested for Inadequate Tip
September 13, 2004 — 3:15 pm

Read the whole thing here:

A New York City man accused of leaving an inadequate tip at a restaurant was arrested, fingerprinted and photographed for a mug shot.

Humberto A. Taveras, 41, faces a misdemeanor charge of theft of services after he and his fellow diners argued with Soprano’s Italian and American Grill managers over the legality of requiring an 18 percent tip for large parties.

“They chased us down like a bunch of criminals,” Taveras said. “It killed our weekend.”

This reminds me of part of Mr. White’s dialogue in the movie Reservoir Dogs:

MR. BLONDE
Do you have any idea what these ladies make? They make shit.

MR. WHITE
Don’t give me that. She don’t make enough money, she can quit.

NICE GUY EDDIE
I don’t even know a Jew who’d have the balls to say that. So let’s get this straight. You never ever tip?

MR. WHITE
I don’t tip because society says I gotta. I tip when somebody deserves a tip. When somebody really puts forth an effort, they deserve a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, that shit’s for the birds. As far as I’m concerned, they’re just doin their job.

I always thought that was one of the best scenes in the movie.

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A Great Day in Harlem
September 13, 2004 — 3:00 pm

Check it out.

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Neiwert on Malkin
September 11, 2004 — 9:00 pm

David Neiwert explains why Malkin’s book really doesn’t deserve equal time in the company of serious scholarship.

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A Philly Outrage
September 11, 2004 — 8:45 pm

How, pray tell, is this justified?:

“One uniformed Secret Service agent complained to a colleague that ‘the press is having a field day’ with the disruption — and the agents quickly clamped down. Journalists were told that if they sought to approach the demonstrators, they would not be allowed to return to the event site — even though their colleagues were free to come and go.”

“An agent, who did not give his name, told one journalist who was blocked from returning to the speech that this was punishment for approaching the demonstrators and that there was a ‘different set of rules’ for reporters who did not seek out the activists.”

What is the Secret Service (or more accurately, the Bush Administration) afraid of?

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Robot Water Walker
September 11, 2004 — 8:30 pm

From the folks at MIT and Carnegie Mellon:

It’s only a prototype, but some researchers imagine the water-skimming robot could have many uses. With a chemical sensor, it could monitor water supplies for toxins; with a camera it could be a spy or an explorer; with a net or a boom, it could skim contaminants off the top of water.

Producing it was “the final challenge of microrobotics,” said Sitti, who runs Carnegie Mellon’s NanoRobotics Lab. “It needs to be so light and so compact.”

Sitti’s robot is little more than a half-inch boxy body made from carbon fibers and eight, 2-inch steel-wire legs coated with a water-repelling plastic (technically making it a water spider).

It is clearly evident that the field of robots is advancing at a spectacular rate. With the innovation of smaller and smaller robotic units, is it possible that von Neumann probes will soon be a reality?

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The Fermata Fold
September 10, 2004 — 9:00 pm

Fans of the Twilight Zone may remember the September 27, 1985 episode entitled “A Little Peace and Quiet“. (Incidentally, this was my all time favorite episode, more here).

The premise of the show was really quite simple. A stressed out woman finds an amulet while digging in her garden one morning. She soon discovers that when she exclaims the words “Shut up!”, time comes to a halt, affecting everyone and everything except her. She uses this new found power for various reasons; to avoid door to door petitioners, to escape the long lines at the grocery store, to find a bit of tranquility from her devil spawn children, and finally to stop nuclear Armageddon. The M. Night Shyamalanesque twist at the end (obligatory for nearly every Twilight Zone episode), is that she cannot start time up again, lest she be instantly incinerated.

I suppose if one could stop time forever (is forever a concept when time is stopped?) one could conceivably get rid of all those nuclear warheads raining down upon the world. Admittedly, I haven’t figured out how one would do this, even though I’ve thought about it from time to time since 1985.

But, I digress. Having such a power would probably be wonderful indeed. I honestly cannot think of very many drawbacks. Of course, my conception of how I might use this power has changed a bit since my adolescent mind first thought on it. Ah, what a 14 year old could learn with such an ability!

But, honestly, wouldn’t such an ability be the ultimate super power? Something even the fictitious Superman would envy? Think about it. If one were inclined to do good, one could conceivably put a huge monkey wrench in every large scale injustice in the world. Genocide in Darfur? How would the government troops fair if they suddenly found themselves disarmed and naked in the middle of say, a herd of Elephants or a Pride of Lions? DEA agents are raiding a medical marijuana farm? Not if the agents were suddenly relocated to the Arctic Circle. Cop about to give you a ticket for not wearing your seatbelt? Not if his police car vanished into thin air. Well, you get my drift.

Needless to say, the subject has always fascinated me a bit. (By the way, what would happen if you died while you were in one of those periods of suspended time? Say you fell off a cliff or crashed your car. Would time be stopped forever? Would it start back up by default?). That’s why I was absolutely delighted when I picked up Nicholson Baker’s book The Fermata last month. The book deals with this very issue. Baker even has a name for it; the fold.

I’m only 25 pages into it so far, but the parallels are astounding. Did Baker receive inspiration from said Twilight Zone episode, or has this idea been floating around for some time?

Incidentally, John Walkenbach (of j-walkblog fame) has reported on his Nicholson Baker fan page that The Fermata is being adapted into a screenplay by Neil Gaiman, author of the incredibly fantastic “American Gods“.

Holy Cow, but do I love the hell out of America!

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Libertarians for Internment?
September 10, 2004 — 4:40 pm

David T. Beito claims that some of his libertarian friends have been swayed by Malkin’s argument for internment.

I can report that every libertarian I’ve read or spoken to have harshly criticized Malkin’s thesis. Though libertarians are fairly diverse in their belief systems, I find it hard to believe that anyone who has even an iota of grounding in the basics of liberty and freedom, not to mention a rudimentary, working knowledge of the Constitution, would give any credence, what-so-ever, to the “case” for internment.

It boggles the mind.

Beito also points to an excellent article entitled “Bad History; Great Press Relations” over at the Cliopatria group blog.

My favorite passage:

Malkin’s appearance at Berkeley was a rousing success, according to her, though she also admits that College Republican groups are apparently getting pressure from both university administrations and the Bush campaign to stop inviting her around. Malkin apparently “said she should not be classified as a ‘right-wing pundit,’ adding she is critical of the Bush administration’s profiling measures.” Which measures? The ones they are not taking. In other words, she’s not “right wing” because she thinks the government should be doing more profiling. Tim Fong was there, and he was much more frightened than impressed.

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Fried Oreo Cookies
September 10, 2004 — 2:40 pm

I heard about this about a month ago on the Dave Glover Show. Because I have quite a penchant for Oreo Cookies, the idea sounded pretty dang good to me.

Here are step by step instructions to follow at your leisure. Maybe I’ll whip me up a mess of fried Oreos tonight.

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Sunday Bloody Sunday
September 10, 2004 — 2:30 pm

George Bush sings my favorite U2 song.

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More Malkin Madness: Part 2
September 9, 2004 — 8:00 pm

Apparently, this question was put to Mrs. Malkin last night. “If the United States went to war with the Philippines would you support internment?”

To which she replied:

“If 19 short Filipino women crashed planes into buildings screaming the Hail Mary, then yes, I would.”

Not only did that statement garner some raucous applause from the audience, it also belied her previous statements on the matter. From her own mouth:

“Make no mistake: I am not advocating rounding up all Arabs or Muslims and tossing them into camps. But when we are under attack, ‘racial profiling’-or more precisely, threat profiling-is wholly justified.

Well, which is it? If Mrs. Malkin supports the internment of all Arabs and Arab-Americans, as her statement from last night certainly implies, why doesn’t she have the intestinal fortitude to come out and say so. Why all the pussy-footing around?

Shameless.

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More Malkin Madness
September 9, 2004 — 7:30 pm

A blogger talks about his experiences while attending a Malkin “speech” at U.C. Berkeley last night.

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The Mini Bosses
September 9, 2004 — 7:00 pm

Remember that cheesy music your Nintendo would emit when you were wasting your teen years away playing such games as Super Mario Brothers and Castlevania?

Meet the Minibosses. They take those old Nintendo standards and add just a bit of pep to them. They even have an album coming out. Super Sweet.

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Like Mike?
September 8, 2004 — 9:40 pm

Two weeks ago, Eric kind of implied that he would try to blog more in the future, if he had time…

Eric?

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Kaku on E.T.
September 8, 2004 — 9:30 pm

The Physics of Extraterrestrial Civilizations

I love this article. If you have a chance, pick up Kaku’s book Visions: How Science will Revolutionize the 21st Century. It’s a bit dated, but oh-so-much fun to read.

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In Germany…
September 8, 2004 — 8:30 pm

children still belong to the State:

German Family Flees Country to Stop Government from Taking Custody

A few weeks ago, a German homeschool family escaped to Central America, just ahead of a judge who wanted to take custody of their school-aged child. A social worker helped the family escape by warning the family of the judge’s intent and delaying the paperwork.

German Homeschoolers Escape to Austria

Another German homeschool family had to flee to Austria. The judge, after being informed that the family had already left (even though he possessed documents including the registration of the child in question at the local school in Austria), went ahead anyway and gave custody of the child to the state. The father of the family told the court appointed official who appeared at their door in Austria that the child was no longer registered in Germany but rather in Austria. The judge then wrote to the family saying that it would immediately take custody of the child if the family were to return to Germany.

German Homeschool Family Told by Judge They Do Not Have Rights

Another German homeschool family lost a recent court case when the judge ruled that the parents have no rights whatsoever concerning the manner and method of education in government schools. In this case, hard-core pornography was being used to teach the children in their German language course! The judge ruled that the school has the authority to determine what is against the conscience of the parents. The judge also ruled that fundamentalist Christians, who do not want their children to attend the government schools, are not protected by the constitution!

More and more families are beginning to flee Germany. Many are in hiding and some fathers work in one state while the family lives in another. We have a German homeschool family in our local church here in Virginia who left Germany because of the hostility to homeschooling.

Hattip to VoxDay

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Day on Malkin
September 2, 2004 — 7:30 pm

Vox Day debunks Malkin’s military necessity argument (referring to internment).

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A Sticky Situation
September 2, 2004 — 5:00 pm

Off with his head!:

Derek Kjar is not the president’s biggest fan.

But the 19-year-old Salt Lake County man says he does not intend to harm President Bush with anything more than a vote for John Kerry come November.

Just to be sure, though, agents from the Secret Service recently paid Kjar a visit, telling him that his neighbors had alerted them to a potentially threatening bumper sticker on his car.

The sticker, which can be found on a number of Web sites, features a black-and-white likeness of Bush, a crown tilted slightly on his head. Under the image are the words “KING GEORGE – OFF WITH HIS HEAD.”

With neighbors like that…

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Geography Olympics
September 1, 2004 — 8:25 pm

The United States has an overall score of 51.73%. Can you fair any better?

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Around the World
September 1, 2004 — 8:20 pm

My younger daughter will absolutely not go to sleep each night until she watches the video “Around the World” by Daft Punk. Incidentally, the video is directed by Michel Gondry who also directed my favorite movie of 2004, thus far:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

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The Case Against Michelle Malkin
September 1, 2004 — 7:00 pm

At one point, Michelle Malkin was considered to be a person with strong Libertarian leanings. She has taken a principled stand on the drug war as well as an opposition to gun control. Unfortunately, any resemblance to a moral, decent human being ends there.

The following are a few cornerstones of her ideology.

On the ACLU and the use of torture:

The organization maintains dangerously absolutist positions against the use of torture to gather intelligence from al-Qaida terrorists, against the designation of enemy combatants apprehended on either foreign or American soil, and against common-sense profiling in wartime.

Malkin does not explain where the Constitution of the United States allows for the use of torture or the designation of enemy combatants by the President. I’m not against common-sense profiling myself but, with a book entitled “In Defense of Internment” under her belt, I’m not sure I trust her definition of “common-sense”.

She has never met a Patriot Act she didn’t love:

To civil-liberties alarmists, Viet Dinh is a traitor. To me, he is an American hero.

Dinh, 35, is widely known, and reviled, as the primary architect of the Patriot Act. Until May, he was an assistant attorney general for the Office of Legal Policy in John Ashcroft’s Justice Department. (He stepped down to return to his law school post at Georgetown University.) Since the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks, Dinh told the Christian Science Monitor, “our nation’s ability to defend itself against terror has been not only my vocation but my obsession.”

This Fourth of July holiday, I will give thanks for those like Dinh who have worked tirelessly to ensure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, and secure the blessings of liberty that no other country in the world can match.

Never mind that nearly no Congressman or Senator actually read the Patriot Act before turning it into law.

Anyone who disagrees with the Patriot Act or the policies of the Bush Administration are “spitting on the graves” of those who died on 9/11. Here’s my favorite quote:

Your indignant local librarian will promote fear-mongering and misinformation about the Patriot Act.

Nothing she has written thus far has the ability to induce nausea like her current work of desperation “In Defense of Internment” I’ve already touched on this a bit here.

I have no idea what Malkin’s motives are in writing this vitriol. Is it important?

Today, for the first time, I really began to wonder. Eric Muller recounts a radio interview he was supposed to do with Malkin the other day. While waiting on the phone for his chance to talk, the radio host asked this of Malkin, on the air:

Smerconish: The bottom line here, Michelle, is don’t let your kids be taught that we did despicable things to the Japanese Americans during World War II, ’cause it ain’t true.

Malkin: That’s right, Michael.

According to Malkin and Smerconish, rounding up 120,000 human beings (2/3 of them American Citizens including infants and the elderly), evicting them from their property, freezing their bank accounts, stealing their possessions, denying them their rights to due process, forcing some to move out of the region (without compensation), interning the rest in concentration camps (all on the preponderance of secret evidence) located in the desert, not allowing them to speak Japanese or gather in large meetings, denying them the freedom to worship as they choose (unless they converted to Christianity), making them sign loyalty oaths and then having the gall to draft the males of military age to fight for freedoms they did not enjoy were not despicable things.

Is this how Republicans think?

Her position is further impoverished by this blog post:

The history curriculum in Bainbridge Island’s middle school dealing with the so-called Japanese-American internment has come under fire, according to this article in the Bremerton Sun.

Now the Japanese-American internment is “so-called”; as if either all conventional knowledge about it is wrong or it never happened. Nice.

The Bremerton Sun Article ends this way:

Mary Dombrowski, an island resident, shared letters she exchanged with Superintendent Ken Crawford and Sakai Principal Jo Vander Stoep. She argued the curriculum didn’t provide the historical context surrounding President Roosevelt’s Executive Order 9066, which resulted in a war zone with a boundary line running through the middle of Washington and Oregon, along California’s eastern boundary and into the southern part of Arizona….

Dombrowski took issue with the curriculum’s attempt to link Japanese internment with today’s Patriot Act, saying it “rises to the level of propaganda.”

To which Malkin replied:

Good for Dombrowski.

Uh huh. Malkin’s sentiments might ring true if:

1. The provisions for internment were ever overturned by the Supreme Court.

2. Republican pundits didn’t make a ton of money writing books defending said internment and then insisting that her thesis makes a case for “common sense” racial profiling today.

3. John Ashcroft didn’t go around spouting his support for Internment Camps that would house “enemy combatants”. (see Camps for Citizens: Ashcroft’s Hellish Vision).

4. The President didn’t illegaly imprison American Citizens in violation of their Constitutional rights (Habeas Corpus, due process, etc…). What Malkin can’t seem to grasp here is the wilfull violation of one citizen’s rights is a violation of all citizen’s rights.

5. Republicans didn’t unquestionably eat this crap up.

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Where did the Computer Go?
August 31, 2004 — 9:00 pm

Meet the new IMac.

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The Art of the Essay
August 31, 2004 — 5:30 pm

Julian Sanchez has been reading books of essays lately on the theory that “the best way to improve one’s writing is to read the best stuff in the genre you’re working in.”

I’ve also been working towards the same result. I have always known that I’m a fairly lazy writer. Perhaps some time with the masters of the essay will help rectify this situation. I’ve been reading so much lately that it almost seems as if I’m in, what Ignatius J. Reilly would call, my “Miltonian period”.

I read everything I can by Gore Vidal, Martin Gardner and H.L. Mencken. Now, I feel as if I need to expand a bit. Perhaps some C.S. Lewis as Tim Virkkala recommended? Maybe some Edmund Wilson? But, who else?

Any ideas?

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The Passion…
August 30, 2004 — 9:00 pm

…of the Clerks!!

Now, personally, I thought Clerks was a bit overrated. Granted, I didn’t see it until earlier this year. Had I seen it when it came out, I might have appreciated it more. (Imagine seeing Pulp Fiction or Reservoir Dogs for the first time in 2004). However, I’ve always thought Kevin Smith is a cinematic genius. No doubt The Passion of the Clerks will be well worth watching.

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Semi-Final Thoughts on Michelle Malkin
August 29, 2004 — 10:20 pm

Though I’ve not read it, it’s not hard to deduce that Defense of Internment is a putrid, hateful book. Michelle has stated numerous times that she is not advocating internment for Arab Americans. Here’s a hint, Michelle. Your book is called IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT with the subtitle of THE CASE FOR RACIAL PROFILING IN WORLD WAR II AND THE WAR ON TERROR.

Here’s another hint, Michelle. Rounding up tens of thousands of human beings (2/3 of them American Citizens), not to mention all Japanese infants adopted by Caucasians and evicting them from their property, freezing their bank accounts and generally stripping them of human dignity; all on the preponderance of secret evidence, is not racial profiling. It’s a crime against the Constitution.

Michelle never fails to remind us that Civil Rights are not sacrosanct. Perhaps Michelle needs a refresher course on the supreme law of the land. In respect to the Executive Branch as outlined in Article. II. of the Constitution, civil rights are sacrosanct. The President of the United states is given absolutely not one whit of power to intern a single person, let alone tens of thousands.

If the Writ of Habius Corpus is to be suspended, it is to be done by the Legislative Branch as outlined in Article. I. Section. 9. Clause 2: The Privilege of the Writ of Habeas Corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in Cases of Rebellion or Invasion the public Safety may require it.

The reason this power lies with the Legislative Branch is easy to ascertain. Congress is comprised of hundreds of Representatives from various backgrounds and political beliefs. Whereas, the President is but one, single, entity. Get it? Suspending the Writ of Habius Corpus was meant to be damn near impossible.. If our Founding Fathers wanted that kind of power to lie with the President of the United States, they would have put that little clause up in Article. I.

This is knowledge any schoolboy/girl should know.

Contrary to popular beliefs, Michelle is no conservative or libertarian. No self-respecting conservative would carry water for FDR like her and her ilk. No libertarian would presume to defend the actions of the government in 1942 in respect to Japanese-Americans. Her polemic about the Internment is not heroic; in point of fact, it is a poltroonish parlor trick.

One more point. Michelle’s most recent comment on her blog warns us all about “another sign of soft America”. What’s making America soft you may ask?

Cuddling Parties.

Now, cuddling parties are probably not my cup o’ tea. However, I can recognize a victory for the free market when I see one. Voluntary association? Check. The exchange of money for a lawful service? Check. Mutual satisfaction? Check. Now, that’s America in a nutshell.

At the end of her little rant, Michelle asks rhetorically “Have you heard of anything so self-indulgently 9/10? What will it take for these people to grow up?”.

This coming from the “woman” who finds it so easy to advocate trading her (and our) Liberty for the security and protection of the state.

Michelle, when are YOU going to grow up?

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Paul De Angelis on Harold Bloom on Stephen King
August 29, 2004 — 11:00 am

Paul De Angelis lays the smack down on Harold Bloom for being a Stephen King hater.

Basically, Harold Bloom’s thesis is that anyone who reads writers like Stephen King and J.K. Rowling will be forever conditioned to read books by authors like…well, Stephen King and J.K. Rowling.

Nonsense.

I loved Stephen King when I was younger, though my High School English teacher berated me for it. I imagine if J.K. Rowling were writing back then, I would have loved her books even more than today. And yet, I’ve managed to read (and love) books by Pynchon, Crane, Nicholson Baker, Vidal, Heller and Vonnegut, to name a few.

Still, it is nice to crack open some King or Rowling from time to time.

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Mercer on Malkin
August 27, 2004 — 8:30 pm

Ilana Mercer takes Michelle Malkin to task on her Internment nonesense.

The Hardball segment Ms. Mercer refers to can be found here.

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An Afternoon at the Park
August 27, 2004 — 8:00 pm

We took the girls to the park the other day for a nice day of leisure. I took my digital camera along since I’ve been feeling the urge to take some more pictures.

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Intern This!
August 5, 2004 — 7:00 pm

Michelle Malkin, darling columnist of the American Right (read Neocon), cheerleader of the Patriot act, and overall Republican apologist has written another book. After her mildly successful book entitled “Invasion, How America Still Welcomes Terrorists Criminals & Other Foreign Menaces to Our Shores, Michelle Malkin follows up with this beauty, “In Defense of Internment: The Case for Racial Profiling in World War II and the War on Terror

I originally caught wind of this from the Libertarian Jackass. He follows up on that post here.

Since then, several other bloggers have picked up on the subject.

Eric Muller, author of Free to Die for Their Country: The Story of the Japanese American Draft Resisters in World War II and a Public Law and Legal Theory Research Paper entitled Inference or Impact? Racial Profiling and the Internment’s True Legacy has posted several rebuttals to Mrs. Malkin’s arguments.

IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 1
IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 2
IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 3
IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 4
IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 4 (The Robinson Rebuttal)
IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 5
IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 6
IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 7
IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 8
IN DEFENSE OF INTERNMENT, Part 9

Orcinus puts his two cents in here and here.

Ok, so here’s my point of view, take it or leave it. I have not read the book. I have no intention of doing so. That being said, you can judge for yourself if my opinion is valid. However, I have read the publisher’s statement about the book and will comment on it below. As always, you are free to judge for yourself if my criticisms are valid

Publisher’s statement in gray, mine follow:

Everything you’ve been taught about the World War II “internment camps” in America is wrong: – They were not created primarily because of racism or wartime hysteria.

Well, that’s a bit presumptuous don’t you think? Everything I’ve been taught about the World War II (notice the quotation marks) “internment camps” is wrong? Is it not true that tens of thousands of Japanese as well as American citizens of Japanese decent were evicted (not evacuated as Michelle Malkin asserts as the word evacuate insinuates the action was done for the safety of those leaving the area) from the West coast only to be relocated to various concentration camps (President Roosevelt himself called them concentration camps. If that phrase is good enough for him, it should be good enough for Malkin as well) scattered around the interior of the United States?

I could go on and on and I could probably give you a 98% guarantee that everything I learned about the World War II “internment camps” is indeed NOT wrong.

As for the thesis of the action not being predicated upon racism or wartime hysteria…well, Eric Muller and Orcinus pretty much destroy that argument (see above links).

– They did not target only those of Japanese descent

This is indeed true. However, it is misleading as well. The vast majority of those “interned” were of Japanese decent. Regardless, there was no other forced migration of an individual nationality to the camps compared to that of actions taken on the West Coast.

– They were not Nazi-style death camps

No one that has ever been taken seriously has suggested they were. This is a neat little trick however. First, it employs the “we are not as bad as them” line of argument. Honest people have seen this card played numerous times the past several years. Remember Abu ghraib?

Secondly, it constructs a revisionist history point of view. People of Japanese decent were not evicted from the west coast, they were “evacuated” or “relocated”. After giving up nearly all their worldly possessions and forced (at the point of a gun) to several camps in the middle of America, they were placed in “internment camps” where their all their wants and needs were cared for. Seriously, sugar coating history to conform to your point of view is just as bad as putting the worst possible spin on it.

In her latest investigative tour-de-force, New York Times best-selling author Michelle Malkin sets the historical record straight-and debunks radical ethnic alarmists who distort history to undermine common-sense, national security profiling. The need for this myth-shattering book is vital. President Bush’s opponents have attacked every homeland defense policy as tantamount to the “racist” and “unjustified” World War II internment. Bush’s own transportation secretary, Norm Mineta, continues to milk his childhood experience at a relocation camp as an excuse to ban profiling at airports.

Michelle Malkin sets the historical record straight? Please. Delusions of grandeur anyone? Historians have been working on this question since 1942 and there is still plenty of room for debate. Michelle Malkin spent approximately 16 months working on this book. I’m not against anyone putting their opinion out there but, when people with an obvious political bias, an advocate of torture, the Patriot Act’s biggest cheerleader and all around Neoimp apologist claims to be setting the record straight…well, forgive me if I check to see if my wallet is still right were I left it.

Misguided guilt about the past continues to hamper our ability to prevent future terrorist attacks. In Defense of Internment shows that the detention of enemy aliens, and the mass evacuation and relocation of ethnic Japanese from the West Coast were not the result of irrational hatred or conspiratorial bigotry. This document-packed book highlights the vast amount of intelligence, including top-secret “MAGIC” messages, which revealed the Japanese espionage threat on the West Coast.

Tim Virkkala once said (and I hope he doesn’t mind me evoking his name) of History;

History,
That which those who forget
Are condemned to repeat,
And which those who remember
Repeat ad nauseam.

This is an excellent point. Those who care about history and unfortunately, those who misunderstand it are often citing numerous events as a warning, example, lesson, ad nauseam…

I personally think this is a pretty harmless, if not sometimes irritating phenomenon. If nothing else, it sends people to the Internet, Library, Bookstore to gather more facts.

With that in mind, it is not misguided guilt about the past (I hold no guilt about the past as I obviously had nothing to do with it) that hampers our ability to prevent future terrorist attacks. In reality, it is our obvious bout of collective amnesia about anything historical that leads us from one blunder to the next. But Alas! We are but human.

Malkin also tells the truth about:
– who resided in enemy alien internment camps (nearly half were of European ancestry

See above links from Eric Muller and Orcinus for a rebuttal of this statement

– what the West Coast relocation centers were really like (tens of thousands of ethnic Japanese were allowed to leave; hundreds voluntarily chose to move in)

Just because they were EVENTUALLY allowed to leave, doesn’t mean they actually DID leave. I’d be curious to know just where Mrs. Malkin thinks these tens of thousands of ethnic Japanese went. For more on this point, see Part 7 from Eric Muller’s posts.

– why the $1.65 billion federal reparations law for Japanese internees and evacuees
was a bipartisan disaster

Mrs. Malkin is actually onto something here. I am no fan of reparations. I had nothing to do with the actions of the Government of the United States in 1942. Hell, I wasn’t even alive. It’s only too bad Roosevelt couldn’t be dug up, reanimated and put on trail.

With trademark fearlessness, Malkin adds desperately needed perspective to the ongoing debate about the balance between civil liberties and national security. In Defense of Internment will outrage, enlighten, and radically change the way you view the past-and the present.

Not likely.

I’m just going to end this entry with some unrelated quotes from Michelle Malkin. Cheap shot? Maybe. Judge for yourself.

On reason number two why we should fear the Democrats:

The American Civil Liberties Union. The organization maintains dangerously absolutist positions against the use of torture to gather intelligence from al Qaeda terrorists, against the designation of enemy combatants apprehended on either foreign or American soil, and against common-sense profiling in wartime.

Italics mine. How many Al Qaeda terrorists do we have in our prisons? Don’t they have the bad taste of blowing themselves up when they strike?

Number 19 of her Media Diversity Test (a list of 20 items that, if followed, make an upstanding, patriotic American):

19. I cry when I hear “Proud To Be an American” by Lee Greenwood.

I think the appropriate response would be laughter. As in, I laugh my ass off when I hear “Proud to Be and American” and then promptly change the channel.

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The Bear Necessities
July 28, 2004 — 7:00 pm

Man who killed bear rejects plea bargain:

An eastern Kentucky man charged with illegally killing a bear in his backyard has refused to plead guilty in order to avoid the possibility of jail time, opting instead to have his case heard in front of a jury.

Terry Brock, 36, of Mayking, said the bear was a renegade and that he killed it to protect his family.

The Letcher County man faces from 30 days to a year in jail and a fine of up to $1,000 if convicted. He said the county prosecutor offered a plea bargain that would have required no jail time but he would have had to pay a $250 penalty, give up his hunting privileges and the heirloom 30-30 caliber rifle he used to shoot the bear.

“I didn’t want to do that,” Brock said. “I don’t feel like I did anything wrong.”

District Judge Jim Wood set Brock’s trial for Sept. 20.

Brock, who has three children, said he walked out his door on June 2 to see what had his dogs and horse so disturbed and came face to face with the bear. He said he jumped back inside, asked his wife to call the Kentucky Department of Fish and Wildlife for help, and began banging on the wall of his mobile home, hoping the noise would frighten the wild animal away.

When that didn’t work, Brock said he grabbed an heirloom rifle and fired.

Sounds like self defense to me. I mean, knowing what I know about bears (I spent my childhood in rural Montana), I sure as hell would have done the same thing. The officials at the Kentucky office of Fish and Wildlife think differently

Letcher County Attorney Harold Bolling couldn’t be reached to comment Wednesday. The Kentucky Department of Fish and Wildlife, which filed the charge against Brock, doesn’t want the case dropped.

“This is our first case,” Frank Campbell, a conservation officer assigned to Letcher County, told WYMT-TV in Hazard. “I feel it’s a very important case for us.”

Meanwhile (for a juxtaposition), in Denver, Colorado:

Wanted man’s uncle slain after cop mistakes soda can for weapon:

Denver Police Chief Gerry Whitman said Monday that an officer likely mistook a soda can for a weapon before shooting and killing a 63-year-old man in his bed.

Frank Lobato was shot once in the chest Sunday night during a police search for a domestic violence suspect. Lobato, a career criminal and formerly homeless man who neighbors said was disabled, was not involved in the domestic dispute.

Instead, officers were searching the home, 1234 W. 10th Ave., for Lobato’s nephew, Vincent Martinez, who was wanted on suspicion of domestic violence, assault and false imprisonment. Martinez, 42, was captured Monday evening.

Some neighbors and community members called the shooting questionable – and worse.

“I think it is disgraceful,” said neighbor Rose Salaz. “I don’t see how they can just go into people’s houses shooting people. … They are supposed to protect us.”

Who here wants to bet that the shooter of the bear gets a worse punishment than the Denver police officer responsible for the above stated carnage?

But wait, there’s a twist to the story.

Fliers Offer $5,000 Bounty For Police Officers

An unknown group has been planting fliers offering a bounty of at least $5,000 to anyone who kills police officers, an apparent reaction to a recent fatal shooting by police.

The fliers from a group identified only as “N.E.F.F.” were found Monday on car windshields in a section of the city where officer Ranjan Ford Jr. shot and killed Frank Lobato, a 63-year-old invalid, on July 11. Ford was responding to a report of domestic violence when he mistook a soda can in Lobato’s hand for a gun.

The fliers feature photographs of Lobato and Paul Childs, a 15-year-old developmentally disabled teen shot by another officer last summer. They offer $5,000 for a “crooked cop’s life” and “$10,000 a badge”.

The department’s intelligence unit is investigating the threat but safety manager Al LaCabe said he it’s not clear whether it is legitimate.

“I don’t know if it’s something just designed to spark a reaction or get a message across, or if it’s genuine,” he said. “It’s certainly something that’s serious. The danger of that kind of message is that it’s divisive and does nothing to attempt to deal with the issue we have.”

Curiouser and curiouser.

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Specialist Roche is Mad as Hell
July 26, 2004 — 7:00 pm

Army Specialist Joe Roche is mad as hell…at Michael Moore…and, he’s not taking it any more!

I don’t know…I’m kinda bored today and well, it’s been awhile since I posted anything. I guess I’ll take on Specialist Roche.

From his article:

Michael Moore’s film, Fahrenheit 9/11, is making the rounds here at U.S. bases in Kuwait. Some soldiers have received it already and are passing is around. The impact is devastating.

Here we are, soldiers of the 1st Armored Division, just days from finally returning home after over a year serving in Iraq, and Moore’s film is shocking and crushing soldiers, making them feel ashamed. Moore has abused the First Amendment and is hurting us worse than the enemy has.

I saw the movie. It had some serious problems but, for the most part, it was alright. I gotta say, not once during the movie did I think to myself “Man, Michael Moore is really abusing the First Amendment here”. I don’t even know what that half-assed, lame statement is supposed to mean. The thing that scares me is this; Specialist Roche swore an oath to defend the Constitution of the United States of America, against all enemies, foreign and domestic. Perhaps he would like to think about that for just a bit. Abused the first amendment? Hardly.

As for Michael Moore “hurting us worse than the enemy has”; I don’t recall Mr. Moore gunning down nearly 1,000 American service members. I know the press has a liberal bias but Jesus Christ on a stick, I’m sure not even Ted Turner could suppress that story.

There are the young and impressionable soldiers, like those who joined the Army right out of high school. They aren’t familiar w/ the college-type political debate environment, and they haven’t been schooled in the full range of issues involved. They are vulnerable to being hurt by a vicious film like Moore’s.

There are others who joined for reasons of money and other benefits, and never gave full thought to the issues. For them, seeing this film has jolted them grievously because they never even knew where some of these countries were that we have been serving in. Imagine the impact this film has on them.

And there are those who are hurting from being away from family and loved ones. They are burnt out, already hurting inside from 15 months of duty out here, and now to be hit w/ this film.. it is devastating.

What a sanctimonious bastard! Let’s just strip some of this language away and get right down to it.

“These soldiers are young and stupid, they can’t grasp semi-complex arguments. Furthermore, they are ignorant. Well heck, some soldiers are just in it for the money. It is for these reasons that they should be shielded from this film”.

I can empathize with the last statement. I was a soldier for 12 years and know the feeling of being burnt out but, come on! If they were able to handle combat, a little old movie isn’t going to hurt em much.

Lastly, there are those like me, who want to explode in anger and rage at this abuse of the First Amendment and the way Moore has twisted reality so harshly.

Oh for Christ’s sake, grow up already.

……..

We know this is all based on Moore’s lies and deceptions. But we, I’m afraid, are a minority. Right now, just days away from what should be a proud and happy return from 15 months of duty in Operation Iraqi Freedom, your U.S. soldiers are coming back ashamed and hurt because of Moore’s work.

Who the hell is we? Listen, I’m not sticking up for Michael Moore here but, if you are going to throw out a statement like that, shouldn’t you at least try to back it up?

But, if we are going to throw around cool sounding platitudes, how about this one: “We know this is all based on Bush’s lies and deceptions. But we, I’m afraid, are a minority”.

What these good yet impressionable soldiers don’t realize is that twisting reality and manipulating the truth is something lawyers do every day in court for their clients. OJ Simpson, so clearly guilty in the ghastly murders, was able to get off because his lawyer team completely confused the issue. Now today, in typical fashion, Moore is doing the very same thing in this film. This is, frankly, the nature of political debate in a democracy — especially when extremism is allowed to go unchecked.

Huh? Lawyers? OJ Simpson? Democracy? Extremism? WTF?

……..

I sometimes want to be mad at my fellow soldiers for being susceptible to Moore’s distortions, but I can’t really blame them. These are good Americans, who have volunteered to serve our country. Nothing says they all have to be experts in Middle Eastern issues and history and politics to serve. That would be silly. …But this is, of course, the vulnerability that Moore has exploited.

One could almost hear Specialist Roche’s inner thoughts: “I am an expert in Middle Eastern issues and history and politics and well, gosh darn it, if Michael Moore would simply refrain from distorting reality and making these ‘good Americans’ question their actions, well, everything would be just peachy keen.”

Jackass

……..

I think it is sad and unfortunate that at this last hour of a long and difficult deployment, so many soldiers are being made to feel ashamed and “shitty” for having ever served in this whole mission.

Not only does Specialist Roche insist that soldiers who lend an ear to Mr. Moore’s ideas are ignorant, ill-informed, semi-literate in world affairs and impressionable, they also suffer from chronically low self esteem. Why else would they be “made to feel ashamed and ‘shitty’ for having served in this whole mission”?

What Specialist Roche cannot, will not fathom is that perhaps some soldiers felt “ashamed and ‘shitty'” about this whole state of affairs well before Mr. Moore’s polemic was ever even conceived. Perhaps those soldiers who paid attention to the Oath of Service instead of daydreaming of conquest and booty really DO feel honest deep regret that they were the tools of an unConstitutional war perpetrated upon a populous that posed no threat to the American people.

Moore has abused the First Amendment. This is his right, and we soldiers have defended that right, but we who know better should NOT just sit back and let such enemies w/in our own country get by w/ such assaults unanswered.

Delude yourself much? You have defended the First Amendment? Tell that to the penned up protesters in Boston or the future protesters during the Republican Primaries. Tell that to those who champion “free speech zones”. No, Specialist Roche. You have not defended the First Amendment. In fact, by writing this execrable pile of crap, you have proven that you haven’t the faintest idea what the First Amendment is about.

I feel so much better with people like you “serving our country”. Jackass.

— Justin M. Stoddard served in the United States Army from 1991-2003 when he handed in his Staff Sergeant Stripes for a shirt, tie and an honest living.

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Stuff
June 26, 2004 — 11:13 pm

I read the book The White Mountains today. I also ate a Quizno’s sandwich. Chicken carbonara. It was yummy.

I’m gonna go watch a movie tomorrow. I duno which one, but it’ll be good.

That’s it.

This post has been dictated.

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Hubris
June 14, 2004 — 8:15 pm

I just couldn’t let this hilarity pass.

The White House is rejecting calls by former President Reagan’s family to change its policy on stem cell research.

Press Secretary Scott McClellan says flatly, “The policy remains the same.” He adds, “We are looking at other ways to combat disease.”

“We are looking at other ways to combat disease”? Who? Is the President spending his days toiling away in a genetic lab somewhere we don’t know about? Does Scott McClellan have a degree in Molecular Biology?

What Mr. McClellan means is that the Executive branch has no problems using Federal funds to facilitate the research needed to combat diseases such as Alzheimers and Parkinsons, just so long as it’s not Stem Cell research.

Hypocrisy and Hubris.

The correct answer would have been something along the lines of “You need to talk to the scientists in the private sector working on these problems. The Federal Government does not fund science as that would be a clear conflict of interest.”

The Federal Government has no business “looking at other ways to combat disease”. The only thing they need to do to ensure these much sought after cures is to simply get the hell out of the way.

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Shark Cam
June 7, 2004 — 9:10 pm

From 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. Pacific Standard Time, you can check out a live shark cam from the Monterey Aquarium.

Also available are the Kelp Cam, Otter Cam, Penguin Cam, Outer Bay Cam, and Monterey Bay Cam.

I lived in Monterey for about a year and a half. Sometimes I really miss that place.

Via Blogcritics.org

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Links
June 7, 2004 — 9:00 pm

Today has been a lazy day. Not much going on. There are, however, a number of links I want to share:

Pills vs. Talking
“Chad Taylor is a concerned father and when he noticed that his 12-year old son Daniel was suffering side effects he took the boy off of Ritalin. The side effects faded but Daniel’s disruptive behavior returned. The school reported him to child services and now Taylor is facing charges of abuse and neglect because he refuses to medicate his son.”

They hate us because we are free!

Still searching for the next guitar hero
I guess these guys never heard of Adrian Belew or even Buckethead for that matter.

Beating Specialist Baker
“The prison abuse scandal refuses to die because soothing White House explanations keep colliding with revelations about dead prisoners and further connivance by senior military officers—and newly discovered victims, like Sean Baker.”

US ‘not bound by torture laws’
Government is not reason; it is not eloquent; it is force. Like fire, it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master. -George Washington

Muzzling a Marine
” There’s a moment a half-hour into “Control Room,” Jehane Noujaim’s widely acclaimed new documentary about the Arab news channel Al Jazeera and media coverage of the war with Iraq, when U.S. press officer Lt. Josh Rushing discusses his reaction to the brutal images of captured and killed American soldiers that Al Jazeera chose to broadcast in March 2003 — to the condemnation of Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld.”

Popular culture clashes with homeland security mission, panel chief says
“The chairman of the House Homeland Security Committee asserted Friday that popular culture is undermining homeland security efforts by creating the impression that threats are not real.”

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RIAA wants your fingerprints
June 6, 2004 — 5:05 pm

Will anyone actually buy this once it comes out?

Not content with asking for an arm and a leg from consumers and artists, the music industry now wants your fingerprints, too. The RIAA is hoping that a new breed of music player which requires biometric authentication will put an end to file sharing.

Established biometric vendor Veritouch has teamed up with Swedish design company to produce iVue: a wireless media player that allows content producers to lock down media files with biometric security. This week Veritouch announced that it had demonstrated the device to the RIAA and MPAA.

Yippie!

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Sunday Roundup
June 6, 2004 — 5:00 pm


Badnarik Blog

The Badnarik crew has a blog up. It looks pretty personable and you can listen to his Constitution Class for free. (Regular price of $50).

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Bridge Project

These are some absolutely stunning black and white pictures of bridges. I’ve been thinking of getting back into photography. Perhaps it’s time to break out the digital camera once again.

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Dangerous Photography

Subway shooters to set their sights on underground camera ban

Mike Epstein is not a terrorist, but if a proposed ban on photography on New York trains and buses goes into effect, he might very well find himself treated like one.

“How can they ban photographing unusual sights aboard trains and in stations?” wonders Epstein, who operates Satan’s Laundromat, a website dedicated to “urban decay, strange signage, and general weirdness.” “What about when someone boards the 1 train with bags full of fully inflated orange and red balloons that almost exactly match the colors of the seats: Do they really expect me to keep my camera in my pocket?”

You bet. The MTA’s move to stop the shooting of unauthorized pictures or video has pissed-off everyone from photobloggers to subway advocates and free-speech activists. To show their opposition to the ban, a group of photographers plan to gather at the main information kiosk in Grand Central station this Sunday, June 6, at 1 p.m. They’ll fan out across several train lines, shooting photos throughout the system in a peaceful demonstration.

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Children Beware!

If you have a Playstation, don’t piss off your parents.

Parents please let your children read this auction.

It was a glory day when my son received his Play Station 2. This beloved machine was his prize possession. He played, if not for hours at a time. When he would not take care of anything else, but he took care of this little treasure of his. Ground him, take away phone privileges…..anything but this PS2.

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Keep Your Candy
June 4, 2004 — 11:15 pm

Comic Tim Slagle teaches taxation (Real video)

Via No Force, No Fraud

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Conventional Wisdom
June 3, 2004 — 9:15 pm

Reason’s Brian Doherty has a new column up about the recent Libertarian Convention.

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The Main Issue
June 3, 2004 — 6:30 pm

Now, in my humble opinion, the main issue facing any opponent in the upcoming presidential election is the War in Iraq. Most people already know where George Bush and John Kerry stand on the issue. That is, their stances are basically the same; continue the status quo.

But, what of the Libertarian candidate? In fact, what of all three of the Libertarian candidates before the recent Libertarian Convention? Did the delegates choose the right person for the job with the war in Iraq in mind?

This is an important question. Chiefly because a number of very strong anti-war libertarians showed utter destain at the candidate chosen. Here are each of the three candidates positions as stated during the Libertarian Presidential Debates. You decide who holds the strongest moral position on the issue.

Moderator:

There are a lot of things about the Patriot Act and the War on Terror that you may choose to criticize and that your party has been critical of. But, let’s turn the clock back to the morning of September 11th, 2001. From that crucial point, could you lay out briefly how you would have coped with the treat facing the nation? And, what would you have hoped to accomplish by now?

Gary Nolan:

What I would have done is get the evidence into the hands of Congress and let them decide whether or not the indications were that we should be declaring war anywhere. It’s not a job to be advocated by the American President.

If the evidence indicated in fact that we should be going to war then the job, the primary job, would have been in this case to go after the Taliban who were protecting Al Queda. Weakness in the face of aggression invites aggression. If we have the evidence and it proves that they are responsible, we need to respond.

That said, we had no reason to invade Iraq.

Thank you.

Michael Badnarik:

Libertarians are very strong on defense, but we also want the evidence. We need to know exactly who did what and why. Congress has the power to declare war. They also have the power to issue letters of Marque and Reprisal. Instead of sending 100,000 troops overseas, we could probably send a smaller group of, uh, U.S. Navy Seals or Army Rangers and get the people who actually did this. But, we need to have the evidence.

Congress does not have the authority to grant the President Carte Blanch to go off and do whatever he chooses to do. (Unintelligible) concerned about the fact that Osama Bin Laden was originally labeled as the culprit who perpetrated this atrocity. How have we gone from Osama Bin Laden to Saddam Hussien? Where is the logic that allowed us to switch from Afghanistan to Iraq?

Aaron Russo:

Well, we finally have a division in our thoughts. If I were president on 9-11, I would have gotten the evidence of who did it, showed it to the people; I would not have gone to congress to declare war. I would have gone, no matter where they were, whoever did it, I would have gone into any border with a police action, and not declared war and gotten the S.O.B.s that did that, no matter where they were in the world. Ok?

I don’t think that a war against some force, that we don’t know who it is a war. It’s a Police Action. And, the President doesn’t have to go to congress for a Police Action. And, I certainly would not have removed the Taliban from Afghanistan, or invaded Afghanistan with our troops. The Taliban had nothing to do with what happened. And, as a matter of fact, the Taliban said to George Bush, give us the evidence of what happened, and we’ll give you Osama Bin Laden. And what George Bush did was said “I don’t have to give it to you, I’ve already given it to Tony Blair”! As if that matters.

Alright? So, I would not have invaded Afghanistan but, I would have gotten the people who did it no matter where they were by a Police Action. And I would not have declared war.

Thank you.

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Libertarian Blog Watch
June 2, 2004 — 5:00 pm

This past Sunday I had the occasion to sit down a bit and watch some T.V. While flipping through the channels, I stumbled upon the Libertarian Presidential Convention. I’ll admit right up front that I haven’t paid the slightest amount of attention to any goings on in the Libertarian party for quite some time. In fact, I had no idea who the candidates where.

Well, there are worse things to do on a Sunday afternoon, so I sat down and relaxed to C-Span. In the end, Michael Badnarik was the winner (after three very close votes). Apparently, this was somewhat of a surprise to everyone involved, including Badnarik. I was pretty impressed with his acceptance speech. So much so that I decided to download and watch the actual Libertarian Presidential Debate (available on C-Span) which took place the day prior.

I’m rather impressed with Mr. Badnarik. In fact, I may even be persuaded to actually vote this year. That remains to be seen though. I spent part of today culling various Libertarian blogs for opinions about the Badnarik nomination. Here’s what other well known Libertarians had to say:

Bob Smith from No Force NO Fraud:

Michael Badnarik may be the epitome of an American citizen candidate, drafted and endorsed to run for the highest office we have. It is no accident that his campaign opponents had nothing but good things to say about him. I met Michael when he attended and spoke at our Minnesota LP convention. He is hardly a typical politician. He listens more than he speaks, but when he does speak, it is from his heart with sincere, bold, and well-considered words…

I know that a great many of you reading this are incensed about the loss of 800+ of our best and brightest in a war that should never have been started. Badnarik, when elected, would bring our troops home from Iraq immediately. That position alone should be enough to get you to help him and vote for him. He would put an end to the disastrous War on Drugs, and much more that you are likely to find refreshing and positive. He is obviously a man to whom honor and honesty are much more than slogans.

As a Libertarian, I’m proud to have Michael Badnarik representing our party. I strongly urge you to get to know him, and to seriously consider just how wonderful it would be to have an honest man sitting in the White House.

Justin Raimondo from Antiwar.com:

I note, with sadness, that the Libertarian Party has chosen to commit suicide rather than grow up and become relevant. As a former member, I watched their recent national convention on CSPAN with growing horror as it became plain as day that they were going to reject a strong antiwar presidential candidate, Aaron Russo (who also used to be Bette Midler’s manager, and made it big as a Hollywood director/producer), in favor of somebody I never heard of — and, given what I saw at the convention, hope to never hear of again. Nor do I expect to be disappointed in that hope. The media is going to totally ignore the LP, Nader is going to suck up all the third party attention, and this CBS story will have turned out to be the journalistic equivalent of vaporware. If I were Karl Rove, I’d be celebrating about now.

Karen DeCoster:

I mean, come on, Badnarik in 2004? Justin Raimondo is right: if this is the best the Libertarian Party can do, RIP indeed. This is nothing against Mr. Badnarik personally, but philosophically, he offers nothing that isn’t tediously conventional and entirely placating. This interview here was so sleep-inducing, I started speed-reading it, and still couldn’t finish it. He’s talking about the same old things that are becoming backseat issues, like the UN-world government stuff. Like Justin, I had never heard of him either.

I’m not a “fan” of any of these LP politicos, what with their redundant sales tax pitches and all, but Aaron Russo probably offered a more exciting candidacy than the unknown Badnarik. He was legitimately interesting, if not for his background alone. Is the LP bucking for one-tenth of 1% in this year’s election?

Thomas Knapp from Rational Review:

Now, I don’t regard Michael Badnarik as a Kept Woman Libertarian or as a Cargo Cult Libertarian. The fact is that the machinations at the convention weren’t about Michael Badnarik, they were about Aaron Russo. The Kept Woman Libertarians couldn’t stand the thought of the party moving in a direction uncontrolled by them, led by someone who has an actual record of political accomplishment beside which their thirty years of failure pales. The Nolan Republicans couldn’t stand the thought of the LP being effective this November. Working together, they cut the best deal they could: Torpedo Russo and hope that Badnarik can be manipulated or will crash and burn. As I’ve said, Badnarik may very well surprise them … but the intent is discernible.

Frankly, I think that Badnarik will surprise everyone. The Kept Woman Libertarians are trying desperately to take over Badnarik’s campaign. If he’s smart and independent — and he is — he’ll notice that these are the same people he just beat, and rely on a combination of the Young Turks who got him this far and such real professionals (as opposed to the former used car dealers who usually masquerade as professionals in the LP) as may come over from the Russo campaign instead of letting the failed LP establishment impose the usual failed campaign approach on him.

L. Neil Smith from The Libertarian Enterprise:

It gives me more pleasure than I can possibly express to be able to announce (to the three or four cave-dwellers who haven’t heard the news yet) that the Libertarian Party’s nomination for President was won on the third ballot this past Sunday, May 30, 2004 by Michael Badnarik.

So thoroughly out of step have I become, not only with the culture I grew up in, but with the political party of my own choosing, that it’s a rare luxury for me to see an individual I was among the first to recognize as worthy and endorse, actually win. So I am happy for myself, as well as for Mike (who richly deserves the honor) and for an LP, that, at this desperate and crucial moment in its own history, as well as that of America and the world, sorely needs a nominee of this quality.

Claire Wolfe:

Badnarik. Wow, that was a surprise. For once the guy with the purest heart and the most radical libertarian view triumphed in an LP convention. This is a guy who — Bruthah! — ditched his SSN and declared himself free.

If I’d have been at the convention casting a vote (which thank heaven I wasn’t) I’d have had a hard time deciding between him and Aaron Russo. Going in, I’d have leaned Russo, just because he’s a man who knows how to make noise — and noise is needed in this year when the LP can give anti-war, anti-big-spending folks their only real choice. Wouldn’t it be cool if the Libertarian decided the race between the two opportunistic (as in “opportunistic infection”) warmongers, rights-haters, and welfare staters the Rs and Ds are going to try to sell us? But whether or not that happens, it’s great that Badnarik came from behind like that. What a story! What an American. Everyone who meets him is very impressed.

Karen Kwiatkowski from LewRockwell.com:

I attended the LP convention (even gave a talk) and while not a delegate, nor much of a Party person, here are my observations.

1) Right before the convention, my father (lifelong Republican) bent my ear on taxation, spending, American socialism and war. All critical of the Bush Republican agenda and performance, and against Kerry as well.

2) Afterwards, my dad had watched the debates and said the LP had no chance — they turned him off even though he agrees with the basic premises of constitutional government, republicanism, entangling alliances, and fiscal restraint.

3) Badnarik communicates the LP position on these areas as well as or better than any candidate.

4) All three of my teenagers attended. All chose Badnarik as their favorite because they liked his death row voting analogy. Me, too.

We are going to capture people’s imagination not because we are radical in speech or style. We are going to win because we are radically right, and because over 50% of Americans at heart, already agree with our positions. Gentleness can also be revolutionary!

Emiliano Antunez from The Price of Liberty:

The selection of a Presidential candidate is not equivalent to selecting the parish priest (bad analogy) or canonizing the next saint. Conventions and the parties which hold them should be concerned with two things One; does the candidate espouse the views of the party and Two; which candidate can be the most convincing while having the means (or the ability to garner them) to be able of spreading the word as far and as wide as possible. In this way (realistically) the Libertarian Party delegate’s failure is of biblical proportions.

Personally Badnarick is more than likely a very nice person (and no one doubts his knowledge and commitment to the constitution). But that’s not what’s at issue here, what is, is whether those who voted in the Libertarian National Convention did so with the best interest of the party in mind? Or where they out to give the nation the equivalent of an electoral “macho flash?” Unfortunately this November, like many that have preceded it will be a disappointing time for Libertarians and in turn for the cause of liberty and individual freedom thanks in most part to the very people charged with their defense and preservation.

Roderick T. Long:

While none of the three contenders has the glibness or the gravitas of Harry Browne, I had grown increasingly disenchanted with Russo, and Badnarik seems fine (a bit weak on abortion — perhaps he needs to read today’s post from Charles Johnson — but acceptable), so I am reasonably content with the outcome.

Badnarik for President!

Keith Halderman:

I could imagine Aaron Russo getting himself on the Tonight Show, Oprah Winfrey, or at least the Daily Show. I do not think Michael Badnarik will ever get within a hundred miles of those programs. Mind you it is not his fault. He has done an outstanding job to get this far, he will make good use of whatever opportunities he garners in the future, and he would make an infinitely better President than the one we are going to get. However, the mainstream media in the past has treated Libertarian candidates as though they were invisible and this practice will not change unless the candidate goes around it and forces the media to cover him with his own fame. Now, I am not saying that Russo has the requisite fame to compete in a meaningful way with Bush and Kerry but I do say he had a lot more potential to acquire that necessary fame than Badnarik does. I like Michael Badnarik a lot and will be very proud to vote for him; yet, I cannot help but think the Libertarian Party made a big mistake today.

I sincerely hope Badnarik proves me wrong because we really need someone to turn this country around. If anyone still does not believe that we are moving step-by-step along a path that ends with us living in a totalitarian hellhole they should read this article by Beverly Eakman (thanks to Jeff Schaler) on the growing practice of declaring mentally ill those who hold “wrong” opinions.

So, there they are. And there we are, lucky we.

Ok, ok, I stole that line from a Gore Vidal essay (scroll all the way to the bottom).

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Gossip’s bad, Umkay?
June 1, 2004 — 6:00 pm

In a move reminiscent of the Great Cultural Revolution of the Proletariat, a High School in Florida has adopted a No Gossip campaign. No word yet on when the Anti-Rightest or Anti-Black Element campaigns will kick off.

As they grouted around the yellow and blue tiles that spelled “No Gossip,” a group of seventh-graders started to gossip.

Teacher Barbara Tkac was not happy. Tkac and her middle school students have been discussing the perils of spreading tales for the past few weeks. But she was not completely surprised.

“Talking about other people is so ingrained in all of us,” Tkac said. “We have to relearn patterns of speaking.”

What a classmate said or wore or did is rich fodder for chatter in any school, but during the past few months the teenage grapevine at St. Joseph’s Episcopal School had become particularly venal. In a questionnaire that surveyed St. Joseph’s strengths and weaknesses, students said the unchecked culture of gossip was one of the school’s major flaws. To combat the malicious talk, seventh-graders spent the past month on a “No Gossip Campaign,” sharing the message, through posters and plays, that students should think before they speak and speak up when they hear others blab.

Sixth-grader Elisabeth Hykle said she was one of the school’s gossipers. She used to easily call her fellow students “snobs” or “mean” or “annoying.” But she said she has reformed.

“I hadn’t thought about it much before,” she said. “I didn’t think it was bad.”

Well, a little agitprop never hurt nobody is my philosophy.

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About 30 Dollars
June 1, 2004 — 5:30 pm

The other day, our oldest daughter discovered that one of her teeth was a little loose. I was a tad skeptical when she informed me of this as I was under the impression that children do not start losing their baby teeth until they are about 7 years of age. Jordan is not 7 years of age, she is only 5.

However, upon investigation, I confirmed that yes, indeed, her tooth was loose. After some searching on the good old Internet (Thanks Mr. Gore), I found that it is rather common for children to start loosing their baby teeth at the tender age of 5.

Now, of course, this is a major event in a child’s life. Even a perceived unsentimental male, such as myself and a little under half the human race, gets ever so slightly choked up when it is reflected upon. There before me stands a 5 year old girl with a loose tooth but, all I see is a young woman marching down the wedding isle.

Anyway, Jordan is quite excited about the whole prospect of having a visit from the Tooth Fairy and the monetary rewards that await her. We were having an earnest discussion the other night about said Tooth Fairy and all the physics involved in Her/its nocturnal visits. (Step one, collect teeth, Step three…Profit!). After that was all out of the way, I asked my little angel just how much money she expected the Tooth Fairy to leave behind.

She gave me a very serious look and thought about it for just a couple of seconds. She then said (And I swear to G-d this is true) “I think I should get about 30 dollars”.

Why, that little monster! 30 dollars! Does she think that I’m…I mean the Tooth Fairy is made of money? I mean, Come on! Now, when I was a child, the going rate for a tooth was .25 cents. I freely admit that was in 1976 so it may be unfair to make that comparison. However, even when you take inflation into account, .25 cents in 1976 still only comes to .83 cents in 2004 money.

I may be willing to go up to $1 but, that’s my absolute limit.

I just got done talking to a friend of mine who kindly informed me that the going rate for a tooth in his neighborhood is $20.

Ok, maybe I’ll go to $10. But, by G-d no further! And 90% of that is going towards her college education. Maybe then she can explain to me how the Tooth Fairy got so freaking rich. Step three indeed.

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Why They Hate Us
May 31, 2004 — 6:30 pm

I spent much of my Memorial Day holiday cleaning up around the house and tending to the lawn. I was, however, able to listen to this poignant and increasingly relevant speech by Tom Palmer.

I’ve spent so much of my time this past year railing against the neo-imperialists and their apologists, I’ve nearly forgotten those on the far left who would just as soon sell us all into destitute slavery.

Just as every action has an opposite and equal reaction, extremist views in this country will foster opposite, yet equal extremist views. Clinton’s apologists have given birth to Bush apologists. Who, or what, will emerge from the womb next?

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From the Mouths of Babes…
May 31, 2004 — 1:30 am

Barbra Simpson, World Net Daily’s self proclaimed “Babe in the Bunker” let’s us all know just who is and who isn’t a proud, patriotic American:

It’s a wide range of hate and it’s reflected in the smoke emanating from my e-mail anytime I write anything patriotic. I never cease to be amazed that people who claim to be Americans are filled with such antipathy to everything about this country.

Those people are not true Americans. They should ease their hate-filled souls by finding another place to live that won’t cause them such grief. But there is no other place on this planet like this country. In fact, there is no other place in the world that would tolerate such public vitriol against government officials, the system and the country as a whole.

These screamers are everywhere from nameless talk-show callers, to easily named talk-show hosts; from the writers of letters to the editor, to the writers of newspaper editorials; from academics feeding their egos by speaking out as the experts they are not, to members of the media who believe the camera or the microphone gives them sagacity; from entertainers who use fame as a podium to lecture the public, to elected politicians who confuse partisanship with patriotism.

With some exceptions, these people are not stupid. They rail because they know they can get away with it. Anywhere else and they’d be targeted. At the least, most likely jailed and, in many places, separated from body parts or simply killed – or both, in any order.

They’re not proud of being American. For them, every little gripe and peeve is reason to denounce. They are a bother at the least, seditious on average, and traitors at most. There are laws to deal with two of those, but unfortunately no one is doing anything about them. Yet.

As a veteran Barbara Simpson venerates so much; as someone who has “protected her freedoms” for 12 consecutive years (including one year in the Balkans), let me just say this; Barbara Simpson, I name thee Jackass.

But, there are people far more eloquent than I when it comes to making their point.

The notion that a radical is one who hates his country is naïve and usually idiotic. He is, more likely, one who likes his country more than the rest of us, and is thus more disturbed than the rest of us when he sees it debauched. He is not a bad citizen turning to crime; he is a good citizen driven to despair.
-H.L. Mencken

Oh, that Mencken were alive today.

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Designated Semiotician
May 31, 2004 — 12:30 am

I’ve been enjoying Tim Virkkala’s relatively new webpage Designated Semiotician the past few days. Tim probably doesn’t know it, since we’ve never communicated directly, but he is the main reason I discovered (and fell in love with) Gore Vidal and H.L. Mencken. The prior author being mentioned by Eric as a writer Mr. Virkkala admires and the latter mentioned on one of his many lists populating the Internet.

One of his (Mr. Virkkala’s) missives I particularly enjoy:

Even bad poetry is wonderful
When personal, and a gift.
But the higher reaches of mediocrity
Becomes unbearable when
Published by strangers.
And bought?
Perish the thought!

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I Made the Switch
May 30, 2004 — 11:30 pm

After spending approximately 3 consecutive hours trying to cleanse my computer of malicious malware (browser hijack), I finally just decided to get rid of Internet Explorer altogether. I’ve deleted it from my desktop and now rely completely upon Mozilla Firefox.

Since the switch, I’ve encountered none of the myriad of problems I once experienced. No random redirections, no homepage resets, no additions to my Favorites folder and no more blocking of pages dedicated to rectifying the problem. And, it may well be my imagination but, I have the feeling that Firefox renders colors a bit better than I.E. Perhaps the scales have literally fallen from my eyes?

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Those Cwrazy Cops
May 29, 2004 — 6:00 pm

I was checking out Reason.com’s blog the other day and came across the following amusing comment (in reference to the current “Clickit or Ticket” paranoia/shakedown canvassing our country):

The seatbelt law should exempt geezers on medicare and others who are hopelessly on the public dole. Seriously, I love those “click it or ticket” billboards that have group photos of glaring police officers. They always make sure a variety of races and the sexes are represented (I don’t know why they don’t include an officer in a wheelchair, though).. but they make sure they include at least two white guys.. heads shaved and look like they’re straight out of the Marines. The looks on their faces is crystal clear: “Put your fucking seatbelt on or we’re gonna kick your fucking teeth in.” I feel so safe.

Speaking of police officers, Pennsylvania’s finest have a new gig:

Camo cops catch speeders

Now meet the “Camo Cops,” dressed to catch speeders and make roadways safer.

This week, state troopers from the Indiana barracks began donning camouflage gear to nab fast-moving motorists in Indiana County.

And they plan to do more of the same.

“We love it. The motorists may not like it because they think it’s sneaky, but you have to look at the possibilities” and purpose, said Shawn Houck, safety press officer for PennDOT District 10, which includes Indiana County.

I suspect motorists aren’t so simplistic with their skepticism. Perhaps they don’t like it since it is somewhat unseemly for traffic cops to be hanging out in the woods donned for combat for the express reason of handing out speeding tickets. No word yet when they will be issued their M-16s.

And finally, this little gem from my current State of residence, Missouri:

Imagine cops throwing you out of your own child’s graduation just for expressing your joy.

It happened Monday night to several families at a local ceremony, and it was all caught on tape.

KCTV5’s Liana Joyce reported live on “KCTV5 News at 6 p.m.” that there was a dress code and a behavior code that was strictly followed at the Grandview High School graduation.

One family who got kicked out for cheering their son’s accomplishments said it was being taken too far.

It all began when 18-year-old Brandon Sample’s family clapped and whistled as the Grandview grad walked across the stage.

It may have seemed harmless, but it was enough to get them tossed out of the ceremony.

On home video, a police officer said, “You’ve got to leave.”

A woman said, “This is a celebration, sir.”

The police officer said: “I know. The school didn’t want you, them doing that. You don’t leave, you go to jail. You understand that?”

Watch the video and judge for yourself just how disruptive this family was. I counted about two consecutive seconds of cheering. In Missouri, that just about enough to get you thrown in the Icehouse.

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Hiatus
May 19, 2004 — 9:00 am

Due to family obligations and work, I’ll be taking a brief hiatus from the computer. That’s right, I’m packing this baby up. How long? Hmmmm… 30 days.

I’ll still check my email from work if anyone needs to get ahold of me. But, for now, this is how it’s gotta be.

See you all in 30…Peace.

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A Little Levity
May 16, 2004 — 5:30 pm

From the cool (and when I say cool, I mean totally sweet) webpage RealUltimatePower, I bring you the ten steps to committing Seppuku:

Step 1 Get a frisbee from the store or friend.

Step 2 Clean the Frisbee.

Step 3 Make sure your parents aren’t around

Step 4 Put something slippery on it, like butter or cream.

Step 5 Get really super pissed.

Step 6 Fold the Frisbee hard (this is crucial)

Step 7 Keep folded and insert Frisbee into mouth hard.

Step 8 Push hard until you can’t see it.

Step 9 Wait.

Step 10 Die.

If you succeed, everybody will be like “Holy Crap!”

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Ignorance is Strength
May 10, 2004 — 9:00 pm

As the days march on, conservative (read neo-conservative) rhetoric is getting worse.

I’m going to attempt to keep a running log of some of the most asinine statements I read about the Iraq situation.

The following are some letters 60 Minutes II received after the airing of the now infamous prisoner abuse pictures:

Was I supposed to be horrified by the report of Iraqi prisoners being positioned in “pornographic” positions and humiliated by American soldiers? I was not. During your report, all I could think of was the murder, torture, maiming, burning and beheading of innocent civilians, women and children included, carried out by terrorists and supporters of Saddam Hussein. At least these men were men of war.

They had to pose for pornographic pictures? So what. We cannot imagine sitting at home on our couches the horrors our soldiers must face every day. Why not focus your attention on the unfair practices of our enemy?
–Sally Ainsley

This execrable apologia is wearing thin rather quickly.

Let me break it down for you Sally. American soldiers do not base the treatment of POWs on how our soldiers are treated in combat or confinement. American soldiers are bound by the rules of war outlined in the Geneva Convention, of which we are a signatory. Every last soldier in the United States Army knows what these rules are and why we have them in place. It’s a rather simple concept. We treat our POWs with humanity and dignity afforded to any human being. If said POW is accused of a crime (like planning a terrorist attack or mutilating the bodies of the dead), they are to be tried by a court of law.

We treat our POWs in this fashion not only because it’s the moral course of action, but also because we wish for any POWs held by the enemy to be treated in the same manner.

So, to answer your rhetorical question “They had to pose for pornographic pictures? So what.”; imagine your own brother, father, son being led along by a leash or being forced to masturbate for the camera. Can you visualize it? Can you understand it now?

Here’s another

At one time I would have condemned the way they were treated, but after recently seeing them burning Americans there, I say they should give those troops medals. An eye for an eye.
–J Guzzi

Again, as every well educated American should know, the philological adage “an eye for an eye” does not have any place in the way POWs under American care are treated.

These soldiers (including their leadership) deserve no better than a dishonorable discharge and some prison time to reflect upon their wrong doings.

And another:

Our country has 150,000 military personal in a desperate fight to win the hearts and minds of the Iraqi people. Do you think, by airing the reprehensible acts of a small percentage of these soldiers, you have helped in this cause? What, other than ratings and increased revenue, did you expect to achieve with this program which verges on treason in a time of war?
–Sondra Cutcliffe

Ah, the old ‘treason’ argument.

Sondra, 60 Minutes II did the exact right thing in airing this story (although inexcusably late at the insistence of the military). A free press should not concern itself with the “desperate fight to win the hearts and minds of the Iraqi people”. A free press should report the news, whatever the news is. The fact that you are disturbed to the point of crying ‘treason’ over a story every American should know about speaks volumes about you and your mental capacity.

Ignorance used to be something to be pitied. Charles Dickens wrote about it in “A Christmas Carol”:

‘Oh, Man. look here. Look, look, down here.’ exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and a girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

‘Spirit. are they yours.’ Scrooge could say no more.

‘They are Man’s,’ said the Spirit, looking down upon them. ‘And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it.’ cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. ‘Slander those who tell it ye. Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And abide the end.’

I myself do not pity the ignorance that is currently pervading America. People who advocate torture, sadistic humiliation or the outright murder of American held POWs are certainly ignorant. People who advocate the censorship of news or resort to the label of ‘treason’ of those who transmit the news are also ignorant, and dangerously so. Ignorance of this type is the direct result of lazy thinking.

And that, my fellow Americans, is just unrefined stupidity.

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Tools
May 8, 2004 — 9:00 pm

I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that most people are tools.

By definition a tool is “someone who is useless and idiotic in all aspects at any given time”, and they are “a person who is impressionable, easily used by others. A loser; a wanna-be”.

Everyone has seen them. Everyone has had dealings with one. They talk on the phone during a movie. They are the people who park in the handicap parking space because 1) They are too lazy to walk an extra FIFTEEN feet to their destination or 2) They don’t want anyone parking next to their “machine”. Hey, I’ve got news for you buddy. No one gives an ass that you drive a souped up Honda Civic. And for the love of God, take the framed picture of your ‘ride’ off your desk. It’s embarrassing, you tool.

I knew plenty of tools while I was in the Army. Usually they were 2nd Lieutenants and more often than not, they were academy graduates. There were others of course. Those that abused their rank for pleasure or profit were certainly tools. Thankfully, these cases were far and few between. The real tools were those that fell for the copious amounts of propaganda we were subjugated to. These were the guys who actually believed we were protecting America’s freedoms. They loved to say things like “freedom isn’t free” or “those protesters only have their rights ’cause of people like me”. These ass clowns were to be avoided at all costs lest their hyper-patriotism induced heavy fits of raucous laughter.

Historically there have been many tools. Apologists for Communism are what I like to call “fucking tools”. Even though over 200 MILLION men women and children were/are currently being liquidated under Communist rule, apologists quibble over the numbers. Consider this passage from a recent article on Reason.com:

Miami University’s Robert W. Thurston, in his 1996 book Life and Terror in Stalin’s Russia, rejects the overwhelming evidence that Stalin’s purges took the lives of millions. He concedes only 681,692 executions in the years 1937 and 1938, and a mere 2.5 million arrests. Even using those low-ball figures, that means that nearly one of every 20 adult Soviet males went to prison and that more than 900 of them were executed per day. Nonetheless, Thurston says Stalin has gotten a bad rap: There was no “mass terror…extensive fear did not exist…[and] Stalin was not guilty of mass first-degree murder.”

Now, Glenn Garvin, the author of the above article refers to Comrade Thurston and his ilk as “fucking fools”. That is certainly an excellent label. However, I feel Mr. Garvin was being a bit too kind. As I said before, the term “fucking tools” seems to be a better fit.

One more thing. You’re not being an intellectual when you name your cat “Chairman Mao”. Seriously, you’re a tool, and a substandard one at that.

Most people who call themselves ‘Conservatives’ are tools as well. The Abu Ghraib ‘incident’ in Iraq has made this point increasingly clear to me as the days pass. As General Patton used to say, this situation has grabbed the Republicans “by the nose and kicked them in the ass”. Let me give you the break down.

First, the litany of people out there who are compelled to bless us with their opinions. I can’t offer any source material here. There are some summarized statements I (Justin M. Stoddard) had the misfortune of hearing while driving home from work yesterday.

Lady: “I just don’t get it. We are at WAR! These people want to destroy us! I can’t believe the Liberal Media stabbed us in the back by releasing those pictures.”
Host: “Don’t you think the American people have the right to know what our soldiers are up to over there?”
Lady: “Not when it gives aid and comfort to the enemy.”

Interjection: Lady, you’re a skanky tool.

Guy: “America is weak. I mean, come on! Soldiers used to machine gun prisoners in WWII when they got news of Japanese or German atrocities. These terrorists are getting off easy!”

Interjection: Tool-o-roni

Let’s see what Rush Limbaugh has to say about the whole affair:

“This is no different than what happens at the Skull and Bones initiation, and we’re going to ruin people’s lives over it, and we’re going to hamper our military effort, and then we are going to really hammer them because they had a good time. You know, these people are being fired at every day. I’m talking about people having a good time, these people, you ever heard of emotional release? You [ever] heard of need to blow some steam off?”

Now, maybe it’s just me. I seem to think that if Heir Toolmeister had, you know, actually served in the Army instead of getting a deferment for a boil on his ass (true), he would know that it’s just not right for a United States Soldier to abuse Prisoners of War by putting leashes on them and making them bark like dogs.

Here’s how some of our brave soldiers released some steam:

“There are other photos that depict incidents of physical violence towards prisoners, acts that can only be described as blatantly sadistic, cruel and inhumane,” he (Rumsfeld) said. … It’s going to get a good deal more terrible, I’m afraid.

Rumsfeld did not describe the photos, but U.S. military officials told NBC News that the unreleased images showed U.S. soldiers severely beating an Iraqi prisoner nearly to death, having sex with a female Iraqi female prisoner and “acting inappropriately with a dead body.” The officials said there was also a videotape, apparently shot by U.S. personnel, showing Iraqi guards raping young boys.

“After a hard day’s fightin’, I like to kick back and blow off some steam by rapin’. And after that, I think I’ll desecrate some dead bodies cause I’m pretty much a fucking tool.”

A couple of days ago, I referenced an article written by World Net Daily’s Joseph Farah. After several contractors were brutally killed and their bodies disgustingly ravaged, Mr. Farah advocated that we:

“need to flatten Fallujah. We may need to destroy it. We may need to grind it, pulverize it and salt the soil, as the Romans did with troublesome enemies.”

Mr. Farah remains mysteriously silent on the current prison scandal. I guess he just doesn’t have to balls to advocate the total and utter destruction of any town these subhuman M.P.’s hail from. However, several of his readers have chimed in.

Wayne writes:

Wake up, America! You can stop wringing your hands and losing sleep over our terrible abuse of enemy prisoners. Until we start slitting their throats, hanging their mutilated bodies from bridges and dragging them through the streets, you all can relax and go back to sleep.

How disgusted I am for President Bush apologizing to a people whose main goal in life is the destruction of our way of life. We have no real leaders in this country today. For that reason, America’s future is in serious doubt. However, if you want to keep crying over the treatment of a people that would cut your throat in a heartbeat, be my guest. Excuse me while I go throw up!

Wayne, I suspect that if American POW’s were treated in the same fashion, you would be advocating a nuclear holocaust. But hey, it’s just a couple of “Ragheads” that would sooner cut your throat than look at you right? Nice try Hitler. That racist propaganda has already been hashed out by men far more capable than yourself.

We’re done. The recent chronicle of abuse in Iraq has shown that. Republicans will try to divert the nations attention. First they’ll try the old “liberal media” line of attack. When that fails, and really, who are we kidding, it already has, they will begin to question the testicular fortitude of American’s in general. “Stay the course!” they’ll yell. “Freedom isn’t free” they’ll bleat. But, to no avail. We are done. We’ve lost for no other reason than we are a nation of tools.

A female blogger from Baghdad writes:

I sometimes get emails asking me to propose solutions or make suggestions. Fine. Today’s lesson: don’t rape, don’t torture, don’t kill and get out while you can- while it still looks like you have a choice… Chaos? Civil war? Bloodshed? We’ll take our chances- just take your Puppets, your tanks, your smart weapons, your dumb politicians, your lies, your empty promises, your rapists, your sadistic torturers and go.

Preach on sister!

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The Enlightened Right
April 29, 2004 — 9:00 pm

My good friend Brian has a few humorous entries over on his blog entitled “The Enlightened Left”.

Today I was thinking it would be a good idea to add to his theme. Except, I’ll focus on the Right.

I realize that the column I’m about to reference is relatively old when dealing with blogs. However, it is probably the absolute starkest example I could find of Conservative idiocy within the past couple of weeks.

Joseph Farah from WND is one mad Mother Fu#*er. I’ve addressed a couple of his columns right here on this blog. Remember how he condoned the murder of an adulterer? How about when he advocated the return of a Hollywood blacklist for those who criticized President Bush? Especially for that “scum bucket” Johnny Depp who had the nerve to say America was like a “dangerous puppy”. Ohhh…Booga Booga…the treasonous bastards are everywhere…we must silence them!

Well, believe it or not, old Joe has outdone himself. Yes, Mr. William Randolph Hearst reincarnate, is once again waiving the bloody shirt and by God, there’s the Devil to pay.

In his column entitled “Pound Fallujah”, Mr. Farah breathlessly exclaims:

Not all of the Iraqi city’s population, or even most of them, bear responsibility for the despicable, cowardly attacks on four U.S. civilians murdered, mutilated, incinerated and hung from a bridge over the Euphrates River.

But the longer that religious leaders and residents protect and shield those who carried out the attacks – and those who are against U.S. troops and Iraqis eager to build a free society – the more responsible the residents of Fallujah collectively become.

The day of reckoning is coming. It will be precise, according to U.S. military officials. And it will be overwhelming.

Fallujah is going to pay a price for the blood it has spilled.

Wow, that sounds pretty ominous. This statement, of course, was in response to the heinous and brutal murder of four private security guards (two were ex Navy Seals) in Iraq. It was reported that even the majority of onlookers were disgusted with the carnage as it is a mortal sin to desecrate the dead.

Farah continues:

We should not try to gain an international consensus for this action. We should not apologize for it. We should not restrain our Air Force and our artillery batteries from wreaking devastation. We should not expose our ground troops to unnecessary risks.

In other words, we may need to flatten Fallujah. We may need to destroy it. We may need to grind it, pulverize it and salt the soil, as the Romans did with troublesome enemies.

Quite frankly, we need to make an example out of Fallujah.

By Mr. Farah’s own admission, he realizes that more than 250,000 people live in the city of Fallujah. Let me just repeat that. TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN.

The brave and heroic Mr. Farah suggests that WE need to destroy it. We need to grind it, pulverize it and salt the soil. (Does anyone else find it a tad bit ironic that he would chose the Romans for an example)? Of course, if Mr. Farah were truthful, he would have said “Hey, YOU guys need to destroy it. I’ll just, you know, give you some moral support from my house”.

And, isn’t that what it’s all about? Mr. Farah and his ilk will never pick up a rifle in the perceived defense of this country. His weapon of choice is a keyboard and all the vitriol he can spew.

You know, unlike Mr. Farah, I’m not a religious person. I guess you could call me an Agnostic. Sure, I freely admit that the day may come when I meet my maker. When Christ asks me why I was not a believer I’m gonna have to be honest with him.

“Because Lord, your representatives did a rather poor job spreading Your word”.

I don’t know if that’s gonna earn me a pass or not. Maybe it will make Him think twice about Mr. Farah and his war pigs.

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Keeping the Peace Beijing er, I mean Portland Style
April 26, 2004 — 5:00 pm

I’ve read quite a bit of Chinese history in my time. I’m quite aware of how the People’s Armed Police treat those that step out of line. Beatings, kicks, tasers, pepper spray…every form of restraint is used regardless of the subject’s age or size. After reading this story from my hometown of Portland Oregon today, one wonders if Portland’s finest aren’t getting some private lessons from their overseas counterparts.

Let me break it on down for you.

71-year-old Eunice Crowder is a blind, elderly woman residing in the city of Portland Oregon. Apparently, she ran afoul of the law last year when she was served an “administrative search warrant to remove an accumulation of trash and debris”.

When Eunice explained that she was legally blind and requested to have the warrant read aloud to her, the ever so kind city official refused and shoved the warrant in her hands so he could get going with his urgent official business.

What follows could probably be retold by any countless number of victims…uh, I mean people, who have had dealings with their local law enforcement.

The woman followed the city employee outside. She was concerned that he and his co-workers had removed a family heirloom, a 90-year-old red toy wagon with rhododendrons in it. She asked to enter a trailer, where items from her yard were being placed, to feel around for the wagon.

Marihart told her she couldn’t enter the trailer and said the wagon was not inside. He then called police.

When Portland Officers Robert Miller and Eric Zajac arrived at the house, Crowder acknowledged she had one foot on the curb and one foot on the bumper of the trailer. She felt someone step on her foot and asked, “Who are you?”

Moments later, she felt someone strike her in the head, which dislodged her prosthetic right eye from its socket, and was knocked to the ground, she claimed in her lawsuit.

Officers said Crowder ignored their commands not to climb into the trailer and tried to bite Miller’s hand.

Now, the two member team of “Portland’s finest” did what any rational human being would have done when some elderly blind woman tried to bite their hand.

They threw her to the ground. And then:

While on the ground, Crowder asked the officer what he thought he was doing and kicked Miller. She said the officer kicked her back, then pepper-sprayed her in her eyes.

“While she’s still on the ground, on her stomach, they tased her in the back and in the breast,” her lawyer said.

Police said they pepper-sprayed Crowder after she refused to stop kicking them. They admit that Crowder’s prosthetic eye fell out at some point, and that Zajac stunned Crowder with a Taser, an electric stun gun, twice in the lower back and once in the upper back after ordering her to stop fighting and resisting.

Hey! You gotta show those elderly blind women who’s boss right? Ah, the fine members of the People’s Armed Police would be proud. Job well done.

Thankfully, however, elderly blind women can seek some level of recourse in this country (unlike China). The city of Portland recently agreed to pay Eunice a sum of $145,000. The settlement was:

based on a review by the city’s risk management division that indicated “there is risk the City may be found liable.”

And out of it all, the lady’s lawyer had the best statement. He simply said:

“To kick the crap out of old folks seems a little bit much to me in the name of law enforcement.”

Hear! Hear! Counselor!

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Zaogao! China, Korea; the Whole Ball of Wax (New Blog)
April 23, 2004 — 8:15 pm

I’m becoming quite the Sino-phile. This probably has to do with my new job (well, not quite so new anymore). However, I’m starting to relate to all things Chinese. Language, culture, politics, etc… Heck, I’m even becoming enamored with Korea. I’ve actually been thinking of some Korean self-study on the side. Who knows.

Anyway, I’ve recently created a new blog over at Shrubtography (can’t afford to buy a new domain name yet). I’m not quite sure what direction it’s going to take yet. I do know that it will include Chinese language lessons, talk about Chinese and Korean current events, politics, and anything else that strikes my fancy.

Go check it out.

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Apology
April 14, 2004 — 8:00 pm

I owe Grumpy Greg a big apology. I spent 2 and a half days out in D.C. and did not get in touch with him. I’m an ass, it’s true. Hey Greg, you wanna come to China with me?

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A Long Overdue Update
April 10, 2004 — 5:00 pm

Quite a bit has happened since my last entry. Perhaps I should save myself the trouble of creating these HUGE entries by, you know, updating this thing daily. That was the original intention after all.

When I last left you, I was headed for Washington D.C. on a business trip. Well, the trip was a success. All went well. I was able to hook up with Eric for the three days I was there.

He says he doesn’t notice it but, he’s actually looking more svelte everyday thanks to Dr. Atkins.

Speaking of Atkins…on my first night there, we all headed over to Ruth’s Chris steakhouse where I had the most delicious filet known to, well, me.

Hey, it was on the company’s dime so, what the heck right?

I also got to catch a few movies out there.

First up: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind:

Ok, I guess I’ll use my “10 star system” to rate this one (as opposed to my 5 star system). This is easily a 10 star movie. Perfect in every way.

Eric likes to relate a story about Jim Carrey that I think is relevant. In one particular Simpsons episode (I believe it takes place in the future), there is a scene showing a movie house with the following Marque “10 Classic Jim Carrey Movies”…or something. The point is, back in the day, everyone thought Jim Carrey was a one trick pony. And, who could blame them? However, as soon as I saw The Truman Show, I knew differently. Mark my words, Jim Carrey is going to be a dramatic actor to contend with.

Next, The Ladykillers:

This isn’t my favorite Coen Brothers movie but it is amazing none-the-less. After seeing this, I’m convinced there is nothing Tom Hanks cannot do. I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been to memorize his lines. Overall I’d say 9 out of 10 stars.

And finally, Hellboy:

This was really as fine a “superhero” movie as I’ve ever seen. 9 out of 10 stars. I just keep waiting for some kind of collaboration between superhero movies. I mean, how bad ass would it be for a Spider-Man and Wolverine movie? Or The Hulk teaming up with the X-Men? Something along those lines.

Well, that’s it for now. Happy Easter everyone!

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Pants Nirvana
March 30, 2004 — 8:30 pm

A couple of things…

This is what I came home to today:

(Well, you should be seeing a picture of a flat tire right now but the actual picture I took was somehow destroyed somewhere between the digital camera and the computer).

Since I’m leaving for a business trip to D.C. tomorrow, I’ll have no time to fix it today. So, I cleaned out the cab of my truck and put Zoe’s car seat in the front (remembering to switch off the air bag). There is a small seat in the back made just for Jordan (or so it seems). Now, Tiffany will have something to drive while I’m away.

This, however, is not really what I wanted to talk about today. What I wanted to share with you all today is a brand new invention in clothing that I like to call “pants nirvana”. My Mother in Law recently purchased two pairs of Dockers pants for me. Now, I usually don’t go for Dockers simply because they don’t fit me very well. To put it bluntly, I have rather large legs and finding a pair of pants that will accommodate my features can sometimes be an arduous task. That and Dockers are for Nancy boys that have the kind of money to spend on…well, Dockers.

Well, I had no other pants to wear this morning so, with a little trepidation, I donned a pair of stain resistant, relaxed fit Dockers.

Man oh Man! I just…I…well, I just don’t know what to say. These are by far the most comfortable pair of pants I have ever worn. I had to look down several times today to make sure I wasn’t wearing pajama bottoms. These things are incredible! In fact, they are so wonderful, I shared my feelings with many of my co-workers. They like the pants too, but, they really don’t care for me talking about them that much. Mmmmm…..Pants Nirvana. That’s what it is…Pants Nirvana.

I’m seriously thinking of writing Dockers a nice little letter. These things have changed the way I think about pants…seriously.

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More Tomorrow
March 27, 2004 — 8:30 pm

Ugh, I’m just not feeling well today. Nothing in particular, just feeling a little under the weather. The only reason I’m writing this is to placate Eric and his Doppelganger makin’ compulsion.

So, I’ll write more tomorrow…scout’s honor.

In the mean time,
here’s a great link
I found on Brian’s (my good friend) webpage.

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Atkins; Part Two, Day One
March 16, 2004 — 7:00 pm

Induction.

My body does not much care for the first few days of the induction phase. Although I ate plenty of sausage and hard boiled eggs, by noon my body was calling me a royal S.O.B.

Where is my Snickers Bar? Where is my Dr. Pepper.

Shut up brain or I’ll poke you with a Q-tip!

The battle rages on. Luckily, I am able to fool myself with a great invention.

No caffeine, no sodium, no sugar and no carbs. But, Holy Cow! This stuff tastes great! Go get ya some.

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Justin’s Version of the Incompetent Fitness Blog. Part One, Where Justin gets his Oreos
March 15, 2004 — 8:00 pm

While Eric is making astounding progress on his weight loss, I am actually backtracking. After losing nearly 18 pounds a few months ago following the Atkins Diet, I have put back roughly half of that back on again. This was no easy task. It involved eating numerous cookies of various shapes and sizes. In addition, several bowls of ice cream were consumed (with chocolate syrup and sprinkles on top). I also had to endure drinking up to one sugar laced carbonated beverage AT LEAST three times a week. Round that out by several trips to White Castle and a general lack of interest in exercise and VIOLA! Nearly 10 pounds have been re-added to my mid section.

I sensed trouble the other day when I kept insisting to Tiffany that my pants were shrinking. After the laughter abated a bit, I came to the realization that I have a problem.

Is it time for Atkins part Deux?

Oh, by the way, what’s up Nathan (Hall)? How the hell are you? What have you been up to? Dude, send me an email!

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Same Old Bull-(BEEP)
March 13, 2004 — 8:00 pm

Well, I knew it would come to this sooner or later. From WNCX, Clevlands Classic Rock Station:

We wanted to play “Darkside of the Moon” in it’s entirety since it is the #1 album voted by YOU!! But we are unable to since the album contains the song “Money”, which is deemed indecent by the U.S. Government since it contains the “S” word. Current pending legislation calls for a fine of $275,000 if we play that song. If you don’t agree with this, let your voice be heard…..

The FCC is out of control. It’s time to put the airwaves up for public auction.

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Calvin Peeing Part Deux!
March 6, 2004 — 11:00 pm

I wrote about the Calvin Peeing thing awhile back. Now, you can customize it!:
Custom peeing boy
decals
. Looks great on any pickup truck. Also available as a t-shirt.

(via The J-Walk Blog)
(via Danelope)

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White House To Seek Ban On Gay Sex On The Moon
February 28, 2004 — 8:30 pm

According to The Poor Man:

WASHINGTON (Reuters) – Worried by flagging poll numbers, a deteriorating situation in Iraq, and a sluggish economy, President Bush called on Congress today to approve a constitutional amendment that would ban gay sex on the Moon. Republican leaders hailed the move as a bold step to unite the country in a bold and forward-looking strategy to spread family values across the solar system, and protect the legacy of the Apollo missions.

“This is an excellent idea, simply excellent,” said house Majority Leader Tom DeLay. “I remember the Apollo missions, and the incredible spirit of national pride and the interest in science and our amazing universe that it created. All the kids in the neighborhood wanted to be astronauts. It was like a Tom Hanks movie. And, looking for the first time at a man in an air-tight bunny suit walking around the antiseptic, cratered, lifeless surface of that blasted orb, I knew I wanted to grow up to be an exterminator. But all these beautiful dreams would be destroyed forever if some gay people got up there and had sex. I think we’d just have to blow up the Moon or something.”

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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This Monkey’s Gone to Heaven!
February 20, 2004 — 11:30 pm

Well, it’s official:

After months of rumors and over a decade since disbanding The Pixies have officially confirmed an 11-city U.S. reunion tour, culminating at Coachella Festival on May 1st. The touring band will include all four original members singer/guitarist Black Francis (now known as Frank Black, real name Charles Thompson), bassist/singer Kim Deal, guitarist Joey Santiago and drummer David Lovering playing live together for the first time since U2’s 1992 “Zoo TV” tour, where the band was the opening act for the initial U.S. leg. The Pixies officially broke up the following year.

How sweet is that?

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Perverted Justice
February 19, 2004 — 10:30 pm

[Note: The link to Perverted Justice has been fixed].

Ok, so I have a new forum up and running. On it, you can discuss the posts that Eric and I write here. (This is a good thing since it finally provides for a permanent home for any comments made on Eric’s side of the blog. This has been a long standing requirement of his [hence his non participation in my halo-scan comments], which are hosted on a site not controlled by us).

Anyway, I also have a thread over there concerning the web site Perverted Justice. I invite everyone of you to head on over to Perverted Justice to see what it’s all about. Then, I’d like you to head on over to our forum to discuss it.

I’ll save my opinion until a few people post theirs. Thanks!

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Vigilante Justice
February 14, 2004 — 9:30 pm

Over the next couple of days I’m going to be exploring the issue of Internet Vigilantes. I’m sure you’ve heard of them. They are posing as 13 year old girls, snagging older men who are interested in sexual relations They are taking extreme measure to stop the torrent of spam we all experience on a day to day basis. They are even using the Internet to go after people they deem bad drivers. The concept of Internet vigilantism is rapidly growing. Throngs of people are lining up to either join or create websites devoted to carrying out their own form of justice.

So, where do libertarians stand on the issue? How is this affecting how we deal with people in general? Are they performing a service the government cannot? Or, is it just plain harassment?

These are questions I’ll be dealing with over the next couple of weeks. If anyone has any ideas or thoughts of their own, please either email me or post them in the comments section.

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Quiznos Pretty Much Rules
February 7, 2004 — 7:30 pm

I gotta tell you, I love those new freaky Quiznos commercials.

Who’s ever in charge of marketing over there deserves a big fat raise.

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Class Action Stupidity
February 6, 2004 — 10:45 pm

It was only a matter of time I guess:

A Tennessee woman has sued Janet Jackson and others involved in her breast-baring Super Bowl halftime show, saying millions of people are owed monetary damages for exposure to lewd conduct, court records showed on Friday.
The suit, filed earlier this week in federal court in Knoxville, Tennessee, also names pop star Justin Timberlake, who performed with Jackson, CBS Broadcasting Inc., show producer MTV Networks Enterprises Inc., and the parent of those two companies, Viacom Inc.

The action seeks a court order to prevent anything like last Sunday’s stunt from being repeated on U.S. network television prior to 10 p.m. local time when children might be watching.

It also asks the court to declare the matter a class action for purposes of damages. No dollar figure is mentioned in the suit, but it estimates that over 80 million U.S. viewers might be due compensation. CBS has said the game drew an average viewership of just under 89.6 million people. Advertising during the game sold for more than $2 million a spot.

Here’s another angle to the same story:

A Knoxville woman filed a proposed class action lawsuit Wednesday against Janet Jackson, Justin Timberlake, MTV, CBS and Viacom, contending she and other viewers were injured by their lewd actions during the Super Bowl halftime show.

Terri Carlin filed her lawsuit “on behalf of all Americans who watched the halftime show” in federal court in Knoxville.

The lawsuit stems from Sunday’s now infamous exposure of one of Jackson’s breasts when Timberlake ripped off part of her costume during their performance on the CBS network.

Viacom International Inc. owns both CBS and MTV. MTV produced the show.

Carlin, who works at a Knoxville bank, said the exposure and “sexually explicit conduct” by other performers during the show injured viewers.

“As a direct and proximate result of the broadcast of the acts, (Carlin) and millions of others saw the acts and were caused to suffer outrage, anger, embarrassment and serious injury,” the lawsuit filed by Knoxville attorney Wayne A. Ritchie II states.

Did you get that America? Because Janet Jackson exposed herself on TV, you are entitled to some cold hard cash. Hey! If you can prove (or I just claim) that you were injured, offended or damaged by seeing an exposed breast, you can fleece anyone you damn well please!

This is beyond pathetic.

And oh yeah… Just how in the hell is this woman able to file a lawsuit “on behalf of all Americans who watched the halftime show”? I don’t recall making her my personal spokesperson. I wonder if I can file suit for false representation.

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The Free Market Works!
February 4, 2004 — 8:30 pm

Michael Powell, the chairman of the FCC, is mighty pissed off these days. He is calling for a full investigation not only into Janet Jackson’s “stunt” but the whole raucous half time show to boot. While many “smaller government is good” Republicans are praising Powell’s actions, those of us who actually do want less government interference see this as nothing more than a power grab.

Someone needs to explain to Mr. Powell that the free market has pretty much already taken care of this problem. It has already been made clear (before any threat of force) that MTV would never be invited back to produce a half time show. Janet Jackson has been banned from this years Grammies. ABC has voluntarily put a time delay on both this years Grammies and Oscars. In fact, several major Super Bowl advertisers are thinking of taking the network to court to ask for at least a partial refund.

After all is said and done, do we really need Michael Powell and his FCC goons telling everyone in America what is and what is not offensive? Can’t we figure that out ourselves?

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Happy Blogiversary!
February 2, 2004 — 7:40 pm

One year ago today I started my side of this blog with these words:

Ok, so, here it is. Our Blog. Wonderful stuff, blogs. Now all the world is a stage and you are invited to our play of words, if indeed we turn out to be that clever. I do have some trepidation however. It is a well known fact that I am a notoriously bad speller. I could blame this condition on any number of factors. Mom and Dad didn’t look after my education properly. Learning disorder. Maybe even monomania. Whatever it is (subliminal message: laziness), I will endeavor to use my spell checker with enthusiasm, thus my fears will most likely subside.

Now, what will we (I) put in this blog? Hmmm, I’m not yet sure. Just everyday impressions of life I guess. Books, movies, music, news…these are the things I love and will probably write about. But, if I had to think on it, I would guess that I write mostly about what grabs my attention at the moment, especially if it pisses me off.

Well, after all is said and done, I think Eric and I have done a pretty good job so far. Let’s see if we can keep it going for yet another year.

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Yet Another Reason…
February 1, 2004 — 4:00 pm

Here’s another reason my daughters will never see the inside of a public school:

Fla. Teen Suspended For Anti-Confederate Flag Petition

A Tarpon Springs High School student has been suspended for 10 days for circulating an unauthorized petition to ban Confederate flag symbols at the Pinellas County school.

About 100 of her fellow students signed the petition before 16-year-old junior Krista Abram was suspended Tuesday. A letter from the school blamed her for distributing “unauthorized material.”

“I definitely anticipated some kind of consequences for not getting the petition approved,” said Abram, who is biracial and sees the flag as a racist symbol. “But I think 10 days is harsh.”

Now, I’m not one to jump on the anti-confederate flag bandwagon. Honestly, I think both sides of the debate have some valid points. That’s beside the point. The point here is, any discussion of the issue was immediately and harshly squashed by the school system.

How are kids supposed to learn about the issues important to them if they are not allowed to talk about them? Wouldn’t these children have been better served if the petition were allowed to continue instead of being thrown out on the street for 10 days? Really, what message is this sending? Don’t talk about anything controversial. If you do, you will be punished. That’s one hell of a great life lesson there.

When I was in High School, we had a teacher who would challenge us daily on the issues. He would rail against seat belt laws and the intrusive nature of the state in general. Being the quasi socialist that I was, I thought he was crazy. But, I loved him. He gave us the opportunity to actually talk about these things. I didn’t change my political philosophy until much later but, the skills I learned in that class have stayed with me ever since.

I fear we are raising a generation of unthinking, fearful children. Can anyone really think of a worse combination?

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I Thought I had More Time
February 1, 2004 — 11:00 am

See what you get when you neglect your blog? Some evil Doppelganger turns up and does your job for you.

I’m watching you Eric…always watching you…gonna take you down to China Town…

— Justin M. Stoddard

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I Protected Your Freedoms…Not
February 1, 2004 — 11:00 am

I’ve got a message for all you leftist anti-war protesters out there. I served in the Army for over 11 years. I alone stood between you and those who would take away your freedoms. So, the next time you feel like burning an American flag, remember that it’s only because of me that you can do so. And, oh yeah, if you engage in any of the freedoms I single handedly preserved, I will kick your commie loving ass.

Whoa! Where did that come from? Could it be that, just for a moment, I started to believe all the propaganda out there about rights and civil liberties? It is true, I was a soldier in the United States Army for more than 11 years. I recently exited the service for a job in the private sector.

I spent more than 9 months in Bosnia. I was put on alert several times to go to Korea in the early 90’s. (Remember when we thought war was inevitable with them?). I spent some time planning extractions for United States citizens in countries like Liberia. I even volunteered to go to Somalia.

I completed Air Assault school, crawled around in the mud, rain and snow. The first half of my marriage was literally spent separated from my wife because of Army deployments and exercises. We never had a lot of money. For more than a year we had to put backpacks on to go shopping at the PX. (We couldn’t afford a car).

Through all of that, and more, I never once uttered the statement, or even thought that I was protecting your freedoms. What utter hogwash. My deployment in Bosnia had nothing to do with civil liberties in the United States. The time I spent in Germany did nothing to protect America from attack. Me jumping out of a helicopter did absolutely nothing to ensure the freedom of speech was protected.

That’s why it completely amazes me when I constantly hear that I protected and preserved your rights when I was in uniform. Conservative talk radio hosts utter this fallacy all the time. According to some, any protest against the war in Iraq deserves condemnation because the very U.S. soldiers who are protecting your right to protest are being maimed and killed in that very war.

Even if the statement were true, which it’s not, it makes absolutely no sense. Brave American soldiers are fighting for nothing more than to preserve your God given rights. However, if you dare practice those rights, you are a at best an ingrate, at worst, a traitor to your country. In effect, these people are saying that U.S. soldiers are dying for absolutely nothing since you have no right to practice the very rights they are dying for. This is lazy thinking at its worst.

The fact of the matter is, soldiers stationed in Iraq are doing absolutely nothing to protect your freedoms here at home. Nothing, Zilch, the big Zero. Ask yourself honestly, are you freer now than you were a year ago?

The fact of the matter is this. Men and Women join the military for their own selfish reasons. It may be to escape the clutches of their home town. It may be to get money for college. It may be to improve themselves in some manner. And yes, it very well may be out of a desire to serve their country. These reasons, in and of themselves, are neither noble or ignoble. They are simply decisions acted upon out of the desire to do what was right for ourselves. I never met one person in all my time in (and I came across thousands) that ever felt what they were doing was protecting the rights of citizens back home.

America, you owe me nothing because, well, I did little or nothing for you. For what I did do, I was justly compensated. If you want to thank someone for protecting your rights, thank organizations like the Institute for Justice or Jews for the Preservation of Firearms Ownership or any number of civil rights advocacy groups out there. Every day they are on the front lines fighting for your rights. They deserve your support.

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Mutato Juztinka
January 31, 2004 — 11:59 am

Greetings. This is Devo Justin speaking to you on behalf of the Devolutionary Army. I request your attention towards some serious thoughts. Bloggers and and online “columnists” are usually good looking guys and girls who couldn’t hold a real job. Seeing the world through twisted eyes leads them to “create.” Through blogs and the like they gain public attention. This does nothing to increase the general welfare of society, but instead it lines the pockets of spiritless sub-humans who should know better but don’t. Blogging is a cancer that we must eradicate. “Distributed journalism” and “autobiograpical commentary” are sometimes the excuses by which these people perpetrate their cruel and selfish hoax. I ask you to join the Devolutionary Army’s efforts to correct this situation from the inside out. All of you must realize that a few are shepherds but the rest are sheep. It is every citizen’s duty to be constantly alert.

Duty now for the future,

— Devo Justin M. Stoddard

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Debate is no Longer Any Fun
January 23, 2004 — 11:45 pm

I’ve come across a strange phenomenon these past 7 months. Ever since I exited the Army, I have noticed that the general public (at least the people I come into contact with on a day to day basis) really has no tolerance for debate.

Case in point. The other day I brought up a story that, for whatever reason, has had quite a bit of air time in the state of California. Basically, the story goes like this. A dog escapes from a couple’s back yard. The couple searches for the dog every day until it is found at the local Humane Society. The Humane Society adopted out the dog to another person that very morning. The original dog’s owners contact the adoptive “parent” to let them know, hey, that’s our dog. Adoptive “parent” refuses to return dog to original owners citing a technicality in a California state law. You can read about the story in depth here.

Now, really, there are plenty of things to talk about regarding this case and each side has their valid points. My point, if anyone is really interested, was that regardless of the original dog’s owner’s carelessness, or any technicality in the law, it was pretty damn heartless for the adoptive “parent” to keep the dog even after proof of ownership had been provided. It was, and is, my contention that the better angels of our nature manifest themselves in the form of empathy, a trait I find sorely lacking in human transactions.

I cannot believe how fast the conversation degraded from that point onward. Within two minutes I witnessed enough ad hominem attacks to make Ann Coulter blush. My simple thesis regarding empathy prompted the opinion that not only was I some kind of bleeding heart Liberal (for listening to anything to do with California, I presume) but I was also a peculiar view on personal responsibility. (After all, if the dog’s owners hadn’t been so careless as to let the dog escape, none of this would have happened).

I defended myself as best I could, which only led to more attacks against my character. Although my argument ignored any argumentive fallacies, I feel that there were hard feelings at the end of it all.

I don’t know where, exactly, I’m going with this but, I found the whole experience rather odd. While in the Army, I had hours upon hours of discussions with friends and co-workers on subjects much more dangerous than a lost dog. Indeed, our topics of conversation were usually abortion, free trade, immigration, religion, politics, drug policy, gun control, what constitutes art, literature and popular culture.

Even after countless hours of these debates, I never walked away with any hard feelings. I never got the sense that others left the conversation with anything other than amicable feelings towards each other. Sure, the conversation got heated from time to time. The line “you just don’t get it” was even thrown in occasionally for effect. However, ad hominem attacks were rarely, if ever, used. In fact, if we felt the debate was headed in that direction, we would politely remind the person talking that the line of argument being used was not effective. In short, everything was pretty much always civil.

Now that I’ve been released into the general public, I find a weird kind of mental malaise has settled upon many of the people I come across. People use platitudes to get their point across, or worse yet, parrot what they heard on the news the previous night. I also find that some people are pretty quick to put a political label on those they disagree with. I have been called a leftist more times than I care to recall, which is interesting since, as a libertarian, my ideas are much more conservative than your run-of-the-mill democrat.

I’m not trying to be an elitist here, I’m really not. I’m just trying to reconcile my differing experiences talking to people.

Brian, if you’re reading this, give me your opinions. (I served with Brian in the Army and, even though I got mad at him from time to time, it had nothing to do with our conversations). Greg, you too. Have you run into this? Does anyone out there have any idea what I’m talking about or am I making much ado about nothing?

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Lottery Blues
January 21, 2004 — 4:30 pm

This story just cracks me up:

Rebecca Jemison, who emerged as the true winner of last month’s $162 million lottery drawing, is suddenly even richer. This Cleveland suburb is suddenly much poorer.

South Euclid city officials were stunned to learn that they can’t collect $1.4 million in income taxes from the winning Mega Millions (search) ticket since the city charter wasn’t updated to include lottery winnings as taxable income.

“It’s not a good day for the city,” Mayor Georgine Welo said Monday. “We were all excited until we went to go for the money and learned that we are not entitled to it. We are very saddened by the news.”

Isn’t it funny how it’s absolutely inconceivable to the mayor that the government is not entitled to this lady’s money? Once can almost see the Mayor’s crestfallen face the minute he found out about this. But, really, that’s about the same feeling I get after seeing my pay stub every two weeks; and I work for a living.

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Immigration
January 18, 2004 — 11:45 pm

Soon after September 11th, 2001, I attended a Libertarian dinner/speech with my good friend Eric. This particular dinner was a real treat for me simply for the reason that the keynote speaker was Nathanial Brandon. I’ve always admired Nathanial Brandon since I read his fantastic book “Judgment Day” back in the early 90’s.

Sitting at our table was the host of the event Jacob “Bumper” Hornberger. I have known about Jacob Hornberger for a number of years now. He was a Libertarian candidate for president in the 2000 elections and ran for a Virginian Senate seat in 2002. I had also seen a few of his talks on C-Span and have read numerous articles of his on fff.org. But, what really drew me to Mr. Hornberger was/is his stand on immigration. Mr. Hornberger is a tireless advocate of open immigration for the United States. He advocates an open border policy and a dismantling of the Border Patrol. These are issues on which we certainly agree.

While at the dinner I posed this question to him:

In light of September 11th, what can we do to ensure we do not become a completely closed society, in effect criminalizing all immigration?

His answer was simple:

Be vigilant, fight harder.

Let me make myself clear before I go any further. I am for open immigration. I am for abolishing the INS and the Border Patrol. Conservatives and Libertarians who argue against open immigration because of the cost to our social welfare system are completely missing the point. Abolish the welfare system. Conservatives and Libertarians who argue against immigration because it takes jobs away from Americans miss the point. Jobs belong to the people who offer them, not to the people seeking them.

These two arguments should pretty much be self-evident to most Libertarians. Apparently not all however. Consider this blog entry from Lew Rockwell’s Blog today:

Four Illegals Aliens Gang Rape NY Woman
Posted by Marcus Epstein at January 17, 2004 03:51 PM

Diversity is strength! Immigrants do the jobs Americans don’t want! We’re a nation of immigrants!

The link Mr. Epstein provides is to an article written by the folks over at World Net Daily. It’s not really the article that bothers me, it’s the way Mr. Epstein chooses to describe his feelings towards the article.

Now, we all know that the folks over at Lew Rockwell are staunchly anti-immigration. It’s never really been explained to me, however, just why the people who claim to host the “anti-state, anti-war, pro-market news site” feel completely justified using the state to impose restrictions on the market. Numerous other people have called them on this so, I’ll save that for another day.

Now, I assume Mr. Epstein is taking a jab at Liberals in general since most libertarians I know give a wit about diversity. I can think of some libertarians who might make the argument that immigrants do the jobs Americans don’t want but, most are too intelligent to over simplify the problem in this manner.

While I don’t mind taking the occasional swipe at Liberals myself, I would probably be a bit more careful not to make a total ass monkey out of myself doing so. What Mr. Epstein is implying with this simple statement (whether he realizes it or not) is that all illegal immigrants are gang rapists and those who promote an open immigration policy are nothing more than shills for the bleeding heart Liberals out there.

Just so I’m not accused of missing Lew Rockwell’s point, I do understand the thrust of their arguments. It is their contention that open immigration will allow those not educated in the finer aspects of liberty and freedom to saturate our population. Once these people get the right to vote, they will systematically turn our country into their place of origin. Eventually, America will undoubtedly become Balkanized along with the inevitable result.

Essentially what the people over at Lew Rockwell are arguing for is the right to maintain their Anglo-Saxon culture. It’s going to take someone a great deal of time and effort to ever convince me that I have a God given right to a certain culture.

But, then again, I believe in freedom.

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Um…Stuff
January 15, 2004 — 8:30 pm

I got a e-mail from my good friend Greg the other day. He said he was worried about me because one, I don’t update this blog with near the frequency of the past and two, I don’t write him any e-mails.

Well, he’s right, of course. So, for tonight anyway, I’ll try to rectify that problem. (I still have to write him an e-mail but, it just doesn’t seem right unless I stick it to the Man and do it from work. So, Greg, you will have your e-mail tomorrow).

You guys have to check out this web page: NewRomeSucks.com. Now, get this. New Rome is one of those “corporation townships” in Ohio. It has a population of less than 50 people and is no more than 2 acres large (or the equivalent of 5 city blocks). Although New Rome only has 50 or so residents, it boasts a police force of nearly 20. Let me repeat that. Over one third of their population are police officers.

How does New Rome afford this elite police force? Why, by writing tickets of course. In fact, New Rome collects anywhere between $400,000 to $600,000 a year writing tickets for such offences as: License plate light too dim, partial obstruction of county sticker, cracked windshield, low tire pressure, cracked tail light, windows not properly defrosted, snow on license plate, etc, etc, etc.

Well, one day the local yokels messed with the wrong person. After receiving a ticket and hearing about hundreds upon hundreds of police abuses cases, he started up the above mentioned web page. It was soon receiving national attention as people like John Stossel and Car and Driver did in depth pieces on both this little haven in Ohio.

In fact, it got so much attention that the state’s Attorney General has just filed paperwork to have the Corporation of New Rome dissolved.

I love it! Finally, you year a story about one man fighting the good fight and in the end, he sticks it to “Man” big time. Please, take some time and read through this web page. I looked over it for more than 4 hours today and only got halfway through the countless horror stories of police abuse and bullying. This is great stuff.

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Two More Movies…No Review (Too Lazy Right Now)
January 11, 2004 — 8:00 pm

Shane 1/2

Vanilla Sky

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8 1/2
January 4, 2004 — 11:30 am

8 1/2

***** / ***** (5 out of 5)

When I finished watching this movie, I felt as if I just completed a William Faulkner novel while Mulholland Drive was playing in the background.

The movie is about nothing more than directing a film. In this case, it is some sort of science fiction odyssey. The type of film is unimportant. What this film is really about are the thoughts of the film’s director. I am absolutely positive that Federico Fellini is taking this opportunity to project all of his feelings and experiences on his protagonist.

The film is a swirling maze of reality and fantasy, always intermingling with each other. Sometimes the fantasy is quite evident, as when the director fanaticizes about a harem consisting of all the women in his life, his wife, his mistress, women he would like to sleep with, etc…

At other times I’m not sure. Consider a beautifully shot scene where the director is remembering an event in his childhood. He and some friends run away from their Catholic school in order to pay a prostitute to dance the Rumba. Evidently, the prostitute lives in an abandoned pill box on the beach. Even though this is a rather large, imposing woman, who lacks any conventional beauty, I got the feeling of sensuality in this scene. It was as if though the mysteries of sexuality where beginning to be unlocked, revealing a bridge between innocence and what was to come.

Throughout the film, the director is constantly harassed by those around him. One man wants to know his views on Catholicism and Socialism. One woman, a columnist for a woman’s magazine in America, wants to know about his love life. A particularly needy actress corners him at every chance to question him about her role in the movie. The producer berates him about his intellectual naivety. The financiers of the film want immediate results. His mistress wants him to find her husband some work. His wife confronts him about his infidelity.

The ultimate payoff is satisfying and is one you’ll have to discover for yourself.

This film is more about images than ideas I think. And what wonderful images they are. The camera work is stunning. The cinematography is groundbreaking. It is for these reasons 8 1/2 is such a great movie. I’m not really sure if the average film watcher would appreciate this movie. However, those who love art will certainly love 8 1/2.

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Most Anticipated
January 3, 2004 — 9:00 am

In 2003, Kill Bill was the most anticipated movie of the year (for me anyway). This year, that honor just may go to M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village.

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Richard III
January 3, 2004 — 1:30 am

Richard III

**** / ***** (4 out of 5)

Classic Shakespeare put to modern times. Well, not modern times exactly. From the looks of it, I would guess this film is supposed to take place circa 1940 in a very Fascist England.

I’ve seen this film once before, shortly after it came out. At that time, I had no idea who Ian Mckellen was, or his history of playing the very best Shakespearean characters. Of course, now millions upon millions of people worldwide know Ian McKellen as both Magneto in the now famous X-Men and, more recently, as Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

As the title suggests, in Richard III, Ian McKellen plays the most diabolical, yet intriguing (in my opinion) monarch in English history. I’ve read Richard III a couple of times. I’ve even actually been to the tower of London where we were all regaled with stories of the ill fated two princes Richard III may have had murdered. I believe Mr. McKellen nailed this performance. Even those of you not interested in the sordid past of British Monarchy will have to admire what he does with this character.

Unfortunately, the movie is sidetracked somewhat by two other actors. Robert Downey Jr. and Annette Bening, two brilliant actors, are probably miscast is this film. Of course, this all may be a matter of taste. It just seemed to me that Downey’s character was both superfluous and obnoxious. Bening’s character, the murdered king’s wife, should have made me care more about the fate of her family. Instead, her performance was somewhat flat. However, the cast was nicely rounded out by Maggie Smith, playing the role of the murdered king’s mother.

All and all, a pretty darned good film. It’s even better if you enjoy Shakespeare.

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You Might be a Terrorist if…
December 30, 2003 — 4:30 pm

According to an article in today’s Newsday:

The FBI is warning police nationwide to be alert for people carrying almanacs, cautioning that the popular annual reference books covering everything from abbreviations to weather trends could be used for terrorist planning.

In a bulletin sent Christmas Eve to about 18,000 police organizations, the FBI said terrorists may use almanacs “to assist with target selection and pre-operational planning.” It urged officers to watch during searches, traffic stops and other investigations for anyone carrying almanacs, especially if the books are annotated in suspicious ways.

Guess what book now sits prominently on my passenger seat each and every day. Perhaps it would be a bit more convincing if I highlighted some local attractions. Hmmmm

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Hail to the King, Baby…
December 23, 2003 — 8:30 pm

An e-mail exchange between Eric and I a few days ago:

(Me) >Also, have you seen ROTK yet? What did you think?

(Eric) Man, that was stunning. Best of the trilogy, definitely. And I think I’ll probably designate it as best film of the year. And that’s saying a lot — there have been some unbelievably, outstandingly amazing films this year.

Though I’ve seen nearly 150 films this year, probably only half of them were actually released in 2003. That being said, I don’t have the kind of authority Eric has on the subject. However, out of the movies I have seen released in 2003, Return of the King was by far the best.

There is so much I want to say about this movie. I just don’t think I could do it justice until it is viewed a second time.

On an off note, I’ve been thinking quite a bit lately on what movies mean to me. It’s no secret that I at least like nearly every movie I see. It’s very difficult for me to say a movie is actually bad. Even when a movie utterly fails at expressing any kind of believability or has plot holes big enough to drive an Earth Mover through, I can still find many things to enjoy about it.

Take, for example, the movie The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

On its face, this movie was predictable, illogical, wholly unbelievable, full of gaping plot holes, and went to great lengths to insult our intelligence. (A car racing through the streets of Venice?).

But, you know what? In spite of all that, I actually thought it was a pretty good film. The characters, while flat, were entirely likable. The whole scene in Venice, while completely contrived and foolish, was rather exciting (once you suspended your disbelief). The actual cinematography of the film was also pleasing to the eye. I particularly enjoyed the Dr. Jeckle/Mr. Hyde transformation sequences. But, more than any of this, I liked the film because it simply reminded me of being a kid again; pouring over old Boys Life magazines or reading about old Captain Nemo or watching the Rocket Suit serials that used to play before the Saturday Matinee. Ah, good times.

Sure, it would be so easy to hate this film, and that’s fine for some.

However, as Captain Nemo said “I walk a different path”.

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Yeah, Me Too…
December 20, 2003 — 12:00 pm

Yeah, I guess I better post something too. I was doing really good for awhile there. I mean, I posted something every freaking day. Now, with the impending holidays, it is difficult to post something once a week!

I’m going to see Return of the King later on today with my good friend Sean. Eric claims it is possibly the “best movie of the year”. Well, we shall see.

A couple of albums that are currently in heavy rotation in my CD player:

  • Elephant by The White Stripes
  • Tenacious D by Tenacious D
  • Rock N’ Roll Animal by Lou Reed

    I’m hoping to take on a rather large project while Tiffany and the kids are away for two weeks, frolicking in the sun at Disneyland. I want to write a one or two sentence review for every movie I’ve seen this year. Maybe I’ll start on that tomorrow.

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    Another Correspondence from Eric D. Dixon to Justin M. Stoddard
    December 11, 2003 — 9:15 pm

    There was no date on this letter. As far as I can figure, it was probably written sometime in early 1990.

    THIS IS A LETTER—–> Q
    So is this:

    Name:

    Date

    (Try reading straight down in columns.)

    Deeeeer Reba:

    Hahaha! Boy, that was sure funny, huh? Well – today’s the big day, huh? Huh? Well – today’s the big day, huh? Huh? Well – today is the big day, depending on just what day today is. ‘Tis a strange thing, the U.S. Postal Service time continuum. I could say “today” (not used here as part of a direct quote.), and I would be talking about today. Whereas, when you read this, you would be reading it today. But it wouldn’t be today, because only today is today. When you think of today, you’re thinking of today, whereas I’m thinking of today, which is a totally different today than today than today is. That is, if today were really today and not today, then today wouldn’t be today at all, but today. Got it? I felt very tempted to start a new paragraph back there, right after “Got it?”, but overcame the urge. I think I’ll start one now.

    Hahaha! boy, that was sure funny huh? Well – today is the big day, huh? Huh? Well – just kidding! I started an old paragraph, not a new one! but I did start a new pencil. It is darker than the other one. I just wanted you to know that. If my assumptions about the U.S. Postal Service are correct, then today is Friday! The big day! Have you figured out Allison yet? I hope so. but, if not, I have part of a handy step by step solution here that I found in the recent best-selleing book, “How to Figure out Allison.”

    Give it a try.

    1: After orienting the middle cubes, and the bottom cubes are misaligned, look at the top right hand corner cube and the posterior side, and turn it so the side with the blue-faced cube has resumed breathing and is now facing 11 degrees Southwest of North. Then use this handy formula:

    1 1/2: F+B-R-D2C3POQX3+R2D2-XYZ.

    (not used here

    as a direct

    quote.

    Use Caution.)

    2: Eat a lot of mayonnaise.

    3: Throw up and go to bed.

    You should have her figured out in no time. You know? I think that last step is really the key to understanding women. I mean – I used to throw up a lot and I usually go to bed early, and look how great I understand women

    Any word how the Mayor’s Ball went? I hope it was a real ball. Well – I guess it was a ball, but was the ball a real ball? Any word? No, not any word. I mean, some kind of specific type of word. You’ll figure it out.

    GUESS WHAT!!!

    GUESS WHATT!!!! know there’s two ‘T’s there. Besides. It’s not used as a direct quote. Use caution.

    GUESS WHAT!!!!!!!!

    I got hit by a car on Friday before I left! No, really! I was crossing Sandy, with my sister (Shannon), bringing her home from the babysitter’s house. We stopped, looked both ways, no cars were coming, so we started to run. This other car was turning on Sandy, and he hit us close to the middle of the street. It was not good. I went to a church dance that night, of course with the idea that I wouldn’t dance or smile or show any sign of visible activity. I found an unlocked room that had a piano in it, and stayed there for awhile, until I got kicked out. Then I walked around, looking very stoic, like I was above all this. Then I walked around outside for about half an hour, then my foot really started hurting, so I called my dad to come get me early and take me to the emergency room because I thought I had a broken foot. I didn’t. but I’ve had to use crutches for the last three days.

    I am having an absolutely wonderful time out here. Right now I’m in Salt Lake at my uncle Darrell’s house, for the last three days I’ve been in Boise, Idaho at my grandparent’s house. We’re leaving for BYU tomorrow. (Today is Tuesday. Well, it’s not Tuesday for you, unless the mail persons [note: non-sexist terminology that will not offend Andrea Grant. Not used here as a direct quote. Use caution.] have wiped out the differing time continuum.)

    Say hi to Travers, and Aliksandr and Alex and Heather and Leslie and Kirsten and Andrea and Greg and Matt and Ethan and Ted and John and Joe and Bob and Johnny Joe Jim Bob and Mr. Barbur. (Just kidding!! I wouldn’t dream of making you say hi to Mr. Barbur.) Signing off,

    Eric D. Dixon

    “Faster than Cash”

    “Charge it in seconds!”

    How. Having heap good time.

    Sincerely,

    Jose

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    The Correspondence of Eric D. Dixon & Justin M. Stoddard
    December 9, 2003 — 8:00 pm

    Eric and I talked about this when he was out here. Having nothing else to write about, I thought I’d give it a whirl…

    Eric and I used to write many, many letters to each other. These weren’t your typical Shelby Foote, Percy Walker types of correspondence. No, these were most often insanely long ramblings with juxtaposed notes and doodles in the margins. Comments like “Time shift two weeks” often showed up right in the middle of many paragraphs. (Time shift two weeks literally meant two weeks had passed since the punctuation of the last sentence was jotted down and the “T” of “Time” was written).

    The jumps only added to the overall quirkiness of our letters. These letters were truly great. I loved getting and sending them. Eric had an art of writing in the most disjointedly obtuse, yet prolific way possible. That’s why when Eric professes that he is indeed not a prolific writer, I know he is full of crap. If only he would write some blog entries using the same style.

    Ok, so, I picked out a totally random letter from my files to post here. I tried to get ahold of Eric this evening to see if he would mind. However, after reading said letter, I can see no reason why he would object. Maybe I’ll make a habit of this…

    November 12, 1993 (Guess who’s B-Day it is? Neil Young’s…)

    Hey Man,
    I know something about opening windows and doors. I know how to move quietly…creep across creaky wood floors. I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers. Slipping the clippers…slipping the clippers through the telephone wires. A sense of isolation…a sense of isolation inspires me. I like to feel the suspense – I’m certain you know I am there. I like you lying awake…your panting breath charging the air. I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear. Intruder’s happy in the dark. Intruder come…intruder come in here and leave it’s mark. I am intruder. (“Intruder” by Peter Gabriel)

    Man, I wish I had written that. I just listened to Primus singing it (on the Misc. Debris EP). Anyway, some other great lyrics written by !!us!! are included. don’t lose ’em this time, man. They’re valuable. Are you still living with that jerk, who had the computer, who ripped off the last copies? I hope he didn’t rip them off that’d suck if he tried to use them.

    Well, I’ve included $15 to cover postage of the CDs and tapes to Travers. I’ve also included a list of everything of mine that you have in that regard, so ship those & if you want to get rid of any other cumbersome tapes or CDs, feel free to include them. I won’t mind a bit.

    Man, I got some more music done for “Shrubwalkers!” It doesn’t sound too shabby. Feel free to add lines in the 2 places indicated. Those are really the only 2 places you could break in with something else. Man, I can just imagine our vocalist forgetting all the lyrics to “Frogs Without Tongues.” We’d have to have she/he holding lyrics sheets in concert. Which actually wouldn’t be too bad of a thing. You’re going to love my currently untitled song. I’ve got some great piano stuff done & some decent lyrics to go along with it so far. I’m just having trouble finishing it.

    So, what’s Julie’s address? If I’m going to write her about the concert & hear back from her before I get home, I need to get it as soon as possible. It’ll be great to see Primus in concert again. Such a wonderful band. Have you ever heard of Stu Hamm? One of the few gods of bass guitar.

    Did you see Letterman the week Captain Stubing (Gavin McCloud) was in the audience every night? They’d have a Love Boat-related TOP 10 entry, & he’d go crazy laughing at it. It was great.

    Man, start playing that electric geetar & get good at it. You’ve gotta at least play good rhythm (bar chords too). I have a vision of how the band can be – you can do it, man. I’m telling you, it’s going to be incredible.

    Well, I’ve gotta go. It’s getting late.

    Take care & have a day ——–

    Love,
    Eric D. Dixon
    “Your Thanksgiving Turkey”

    Good old Eric.

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    Just a Big Bunch of Rambling Crap
    December 8, 2003 — 8:00 pm

    Eric sent me a very humorous link the other day about a guy dealing with various customers while working at Barnes and Noble. Though the ongoing journal is pretty long, it grows increasingly hilarious as you read along. More so for me because I used to work in an industry that dealt exclusively with the fickle public. Not just any job, but the most thankless, greasy, low paying job any teenager could hope to have.

    I’m sorry. It’s really hard to concentrate on what I’m writing right now cause I have Tenacious D playing in the background and I’m pretty much laughing my ass off. Well, on the inside anyway.

    Back in the late ’80s, Eric and I worked at the local Skippers in Portland, Oregon.

    Another reason I’m having a hard time concentrating is because some lame ass spy ware is on my computer right now that freaking underlines and links random text in my browser for seemingly no reason at all. A full scan of my computer using adware reveals nothing. Neither does a cursory search of my Add/Remove programs folder. Undoubtedly, I accidently clicked the ‘yes’ button on one of those ubiquitous pop up windows that asks you “Would you like to install the latest version of our lame ass scumware on your computer?”.

    Back to Skippers. One day, Eric and I were working the evening shift, which meant dinner rush. A man I assume to be in his late 30’s approaches the register, orders, and proceeds to pay with a check. Now, in those days, we didn’t have those nifty machines that spins your check around like a loop-d-loop giving it instant verification. Instead, we had to call these things in.

    Me on the phone: Yes, I need to verify a check…pause…Routing number blah blah blah blah blah….pause….Account number blah blah blah blah blah

    Man in front of me: Heavy sigh…evil look

    Me on the phone: Sure, I can repeat that…pause…Routing number blah blah blah blah blah….pause….Account number blah blah blah blah blah

    Man in front of me: Oh for the love of God.

    Me on the phone: Really?…pause…Um, OK, thanks. Looking up at man in front of me I’m sorry sir, we can’t accept this check.

    Man in front of me: What the F%#K do you mean you can’t take my G*D D@#N check?

    Me: Um, I can’t take it. I called…

    Man: I don’t give a F&#K about that. I’m standing here and you are calling me a F*#KING thief!

    Me: Sir, I can’t take your check

    Man: F*$K that!

    Now, keep in mind, this jerk off is swearing at an elevated level in a family restaurant. Not only that, the customers standing behind him are visibly shocked that the behavior.

    Me: I’m sorry sir. I’ll be happy to call and let you talk to…

    Man: What the F&#K? Do you think I’m a thief or something?

    Eric: Sir, if you don’t leave right now, I’m gonna call the police.

    Man: F*&K this.

    Exit Man.

    There is something vaguely satisfying about secretly rocking out to the Ramones and The Sex Pistols while sitting at your desk working for the Man 8 to 10 hours a day.

    One night at Skippers, Eric turned half of the ceiling tiles upside down. The end result was our ceiling looking like some demented blue and white checker board. Our manager didn’t catch this for nearly 2 weeks. When she finally noticed, she proceeded to blame me for the infraction. It took nearly two years and a forced confession from Eric to changer her mind.

    I simply don’t understand people who have the constant need to deconstruct movies. Can’t I just enjoy a movie without someone telling me how much it sucked? I mean, where does all this hatred come from? I love movies. I love the art form. I love its beauty. I love being absorbed. Sure, there have been some movies that weren’t too terribly good. Battlefield Earth comes to mind. But, even that movie had elements that I liked.

    I’ve recently found a wonderful band in The White Stripes. If you like artists like Beck and The Strokes, I think you’ll really appreciate The White Stripes.

    One Friday afternoon, I happened to suggest to a friend of mine that if he wanted some free food to stop on by Skippers after we closed and Eric and I would hook him up. Ten minutes before closing, nearly 75-80 people from our High school showed up to collect the promised goods. Eric and I panicked. All was eventually worked out when we promised everyone some French Fries if they would just leave the premises as quickly as possible.

    I’ve been falling in love with the work of director Michel Gondry. Not only does his work include some wonderful Bjork videos, he literally put The Chemical Brothers on the map with some of the most amazing music videos I’ve ever seen.

    One night after closing up the store, Eric and I had a few friends in for some free food. We had a helium tank in the back. I thought it would be pretty funny to fill up a 55 gallon trash bag with helium and put it over my head to see what happened. I don’t remember hitting the floor or the resulting 5 minutes of lost time. I’ve never experimented with helium again.

    I have a secret. I dig chick bands. Bands like Letters to Cleo, The Breeders, Throwing Muses, Veruca Salt, Belly, and even Hole really appeal to me. Not only do they rock the house, their voices are mesmerizing to me. I always thought that if I were in a band, I would want a female to sing for us.

    For some reason, I was once talked into putting on the Skippers mascot costume (a giant ass parrot) while riding around the deserted streets of Portland at 1am in the back of a pickup truck. Though word of our escapades got back to our manager, we denied any involvement to the end.

    I’m really digging this White Stripes album.

    One of the coolest things I’ve ever heard anyone say came from the lips of my friend Travers. When Eric asked him how he stayed warm walking around barely clothed in the dead of winter, he said “I just walk, and I walk fast”.

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    Matrix 451
    December 7, 2003 — 5:40 pm

    Anyone wondering what the Matrix meets Fahrenheit 451 might look like is encouraged to check out the movie Equilibrium.

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    Going Back to My Roots (I wish I had)
    December 7, 2003 — 5:10 pm

    Sure, I’ve had some wonderful musical experiences. I cut my teeth on some of the greatest groups out there. Camper Van Beethoven, The Beatles, Talking Heads, Elvis Costello, They Might Be Giants, Pink Floyd, The Who, 10,000 Maniacs, The Sundays, R.E.M. etc, etc, etc…

    I’ve always felt that there is a hole somewhere in my collection. Somehow, my musical background is just not complete. In short, I’ve missed something.

    I’ve spent the past few days concentrating on some groups I wish I had paid attention to when I was in my teens. The Ramones, Pixies, Sugarcubes, The Sex Pistols, The Velvet Underground.

    Seriously, I’m having a blast!

    If you feel I’m missing something, let me know…I’m willing to entertain any suggestions.

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    A Wonderful Discovery
    December 2, 2003 — 8:35 pm

    Folks, I’ve watched a ton of movies over the past week. Some wonderful, funny, dramatic movies. But, that’s not what I want to talk about today. Tomorrow maybe, but today I want to tell ya’ll about the most resplendent sounding album I’ve come across in many years.

    Bjork’s Vespertine took me back nearly 15 years when I would sit in front of my parents turntable and methodically go through their old LPs; discovering one magical experience after another. Much like my first exposure to The Beatles or Pink Floyd, Bjork filled me with the kind of awe people my age rarely experience. Trust me, it is a gift.

    From the very beginning of this album, Bjork entrances you with her hauntingly beautiful voice that at times barely strains beyond a whisper. Who knew a whisper could contain such emotion? When she softly repeats “I Love Him, I Love Him, I Love Him…” on track five, by God, the listener believes it.

    Bjork’s flawless lyrics are backed up by intricate samples, reminding me at times of Portishead , and accompanied by simple yet memorable beats. Though I own no other Bjork albums (a problem I plan to remedy soon), I’m sure this is her best.

    Do yourself a favor. Make haste to your local music store and purchase this album.

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    Falling Behind
    November 28, 2003 — 11:30 am

    I’ve been falling behind on this blog as of late. But, it is not without good reason. Eric is visiting from D.C. and we are all pretty busy doing, you know, stuff. Lots of movies to watch and lots of White Castle cheeseburgers to eat.

    So, for now, happy belated Thanksgiving and I’ll get back with you all in a few days.

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    NPR is Great…
    November 24, 2003 — 8:00 pm

    …for me to POOP on!

    Click on the Triumph the Insult Comic Dog link.

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    Dark Side of the Minutia
    November 19, 2003 — 10:45 pm

    Well, I thought I’d just write a blog entry about what’s going on in my life now. You know, the minutia.

    Today was Jordan’s 5th birthday. Has it already been five years? I mean, I look at her and I’m already getting the sense that she is growing up much too fast. I understand that this not to uncommon parental feeling usually comes when their child hits their teens. However, I caught myself looking at Jordan today and feeling a slight pang of sadness. Every time she learns or experiences something new it takes her childhood just that much further away from both Tiffany and I. Ok, ok…I realize that this is the “glass half empty” point of view but, I’m still pretty new at this.

    Tomorrow is Zoe’s 3rd birthday. Has it already been three years? Well, Zoe is still a baby in our eyes so, the same feelings don’t really apply. But, my goodness, they are growing up fast.

    I think it’s about time I started reading more complex stories to Jordan now. Though the Stinky Cheese Man is oodles of fun, I’ll bet she’ll get just as much of a kick out of the Mrs. Piggle Wiggle stories. Right now Zoe is pretty much content with books that deal with numbers. She’s a great counter but she doesn’t seem to be much interested in her alphabet.

    I’ve also been teaching them some Spanish every night. Not much, mind you. Just a few vocabulary words here and there. It’s gotten so Jordan will kind of mix up the her English and Spanish sometimes when she talks. For example, yesterday when I came home from work, she said “Daddy, guess what I learned at escuela today”?

    Escuala being the Spanish word for school.

    Now, this is fine with me as long as she can equate the Spanish to the English and visa versa. So, when she spouts off some Spanish words, I always have her explain what the meaning is in English. Not just the English word, but it’s meaning as well. And, I make her put it in context.

    Aside from the girls, I’ve found myself infatuated with an album I’ve had in my collection for a couple of years now. Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon has been in my CD player for a solid week now. I’ll bet I’ve listened to it about 40 times in that time frame. I’m not sure why I never paid much attention to this album before. I am now, and I’m loving it more every time I listen to it.

    Also, I listened to Let It Be today for the first time in several years. Now, some may take exception to this but, I sincerely believe that Let It Be is the Beatles best album. This is the album where the Beatles finally get back to their roots and I love every minute of it.

    A little side note. An entry about Dark Side of the Moon would not be complete with out the mention of the Dark Side of the Rainbow. If you ever get the chance to see this, do it. This is perhaps one of the coolest things in recent pop culture history.

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    Double-Barreled Cannon
    November 18, 2003 — 8:45 pm

    I’ve always found this little Civil War anecdote pretty amusing:

    On April 22, 1862, the cannon was fired for the first time. It was a rather spectacular failure.

    Screaming spectators ducked and covered as the twinned, spinning projectiles plowed through a nearby wood and destroyed a cornfield before the chain connecting the balls broke. One of the cannonballs then collided into and killed a cow; the other demolished the chimney of a nearby home.

    The article delves into the entire history of the now slightly famous double-barreled cannon. This is a good story for all you Civil War enthusiasts out there.

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    I’m Not a Critic
    November 15, 2003 — 10:30 pm

    I’m not a movie critic, nor am I any kind of prolific writer. But, suffice it to say, Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World is one of the better movies to come out this year.

    Well, like I said, I’m not a prolific writer…so, go out and see it. I’m sure you’ll be glad you did.

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    A Challenge
    November 12, 2003 — 7:10 pm

    Well, I’ve been setting my sights lately on how to bump up my income. After much wrangling, I finally came to the conclusion that I will ultimately have to improve myself in some way. You know, make myself a bit more marketable. So, starting in January, I will begin classes to achieve a CCNP (cisco) certification. This, in itself, should do the trick in boosting my disposable income.

    That decision gave me some peace. But then I thought, why should I be satisfied with just a Cisco certification? What I really want, what I need, is a challenge. The last monumental challenge to which I was subjected was the 64 week Chinese Mandarin course at the Defense Language Institute. But, that was over 4 years ago. So, while perusing the catalogue for the local community college I asked myself one question.

    What would be the most challenging degree program I could ever hope to pursue?

    The answer came quickly enough. Mathematics. I’ve always performed poorly in Mathematics. But, does it have to be that way? Am I destined to never understand what Math is all about? Is it, as Barbie says, hard? I guess I’m about to find out.

    While I’m taking classes for the Cisco certification, I will be taking math courses on alternating days. I will start with the lowest of the low, Developmental Math I, and then simply progress through the ranks until I receive my degree. One good thing, I have all my General Ed out of the way so, I can concentrate solely on Math. I figure it will take about a year and a half.

    At least I won’t have to hire a Math tutor for our home schooled daughters now.

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    My Main Man Vidal
    November 12, 2003 — 6:20 pm

    Gore Vidal is at it again! And, he has just published a new book.

    Vidal just recently turned 77. Personalty, I hope he lives to be a Hundred.

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    Law and Order
    November 11, 2003 — 7:05 pm

    I would think that this would make even the most strident “tough on crime” person cringe just a little.

    6-year-old could face charges as adult for shooting

    Cole County Circuit Judge Pat Joyce today said a 6-year-old Cole County boy suspected of killing his grandfather could be charged as an adult.

    Although the state’s minimum age for adult certification is 12, there are exceptions to the law in cases of first-degree murder, second-degree murder and first-degree assault.

    The 6-year-old allegedly shot and killed James Zbinden, 59, on Friday. The shooting happened at Zbinden’s residence, 2215 Ridge Rd.

    Honestly, why do we even have distinctions between children and adults anymore? The whole damn system has been turned on its head. People of voting age are not deemed responsible enough enjoy their “adulthood” until they are 21. And now, children as young as SIX may be deemed responsible enough to be tried in a court of law as an adult. SIX YEARS OLD!

    Any sane person in this country knows that a six year old is barely responsible for his/her own actions, especially if they suffer from mental illness (as is the case here). So tell me, even if they are only “considering” this ploy, just what are the prosecutors getting out of this?

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    Atkins: Day 13
    November 11, 2003 — 7:00 pm

    All is well. I’v lost a total of 15 pounds so far. Now, I fit into every pair of pants I own, some comfortably! Tomorrow will be my last day of phase one and then I will gradually be upping my carb intake to a comfortable level.

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    Your America
    November 7, 2003 — 10:15 pm

    Why did these cops in South Carolina swarm a local high school with their guns drawn?

    Why, drugs, of course.

    A drug sweep Wednesday morning at a South Carolina school has some parents and students questioning police tactics.

    Surveillance video from Stratford High School in Goose Creek shows 14 officers, some with guns drawn, ordering students to lie the ground as police searched for marijuana. Students who didn’t comply with the orders quickly enough were reportedly handcuffed.

    Police didn’t find any criminals in the armed sweep, but they say search dogs smelled drugs on a dozen backpacks.

    The school’s principal defended the dramatic sweep.

    Of course he did. Still feel comfortable sending your kids to the local detention center…oops, I mean public school?

    Oh, make sure you watch the video.

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    Maybe this is the problem…
    November 5, 2003 — 9:00 pm

    A recent national poll of 800 adults revealed that 58% of the American public could name not one single department in the President’s cabinet.

    To be fair, I was only able to name 12 out of the 19 before looking them up.

    Yet another good reason to home school, in my humble opinion.

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    FTC Cites Concern Over Pop-Up Ads in Windows
    November 5, 2003 — 7:30 pm

    Just how far will they go?

    The U.S. Federal Trade Commission said it had scheduled a press conference on Thursday “to address consumer concerns” about a little-used feature of Windows called “Messenger Service.”

    The FTC cited problems with “widespread exploitation” of Messenger Service. The Windows feature is unrelated to popular instant messaging software. It’s designed instead to allow computer network administrators to send messages to others on their network.

    The agency declined to elaborate, but Messenger Service has been the subject of security concerns of late because purveyors of unsolicited e-mail, or “spam,” discovered they could use it to send messages to personal computers that are connected to the Internet.

    I see another boondoggle in the making.

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    Judge Dismisses Headlight Flashing Citation
    November 4, 2003 — 8:35 pm

    It’s a free speach issue.

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    Shalom
    November 4, 2003 — 7:25 pm

    I’ve been noticing quite a bit of traffic from Israel on this page. So, let me take this opportunity to say Shalom! You know, it’s funny. I’ve been thinking of trying to find a “pen pal” from Israel for some time now. I would actually love to talk to several people in the Middle East to get their perspective on what is going on over there.

    So, if anyone from Israel or any other country is interested in starting a private dialogue with me, let me know.

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    Atkins: Day 6
    November 4, 2003 — 5:45 pm

    Well, I’m just about to finish up day number 6 of the Atkins diet. I gotta say, I’m doing pretty good. I’ve already shed about 8 pounds (imagine the weight of one gallon of milk) from my body. My dress pants are starting to fit again, though still a little tight around the waist. My diet has consisted of any number of meat products (pork loin, bratwurst, hamburger patties, sausage, chicken, bacon) and other foods including eggs and cheese.

    The first couple of days were pretty rough. I didn’t really realize how much carbohydrates and pure sugar I consumed every day. My body kind of revolted for a few days when it figured out what I was doing. Since then, my blood sugar has leveled out and I don’t feel groggy or tired any more. In fact, I feel like I actually have more energy.

    I’ve also combined the exercise regimen from Body for Life . I’ve been kind of sore the past few days but, that too will pass.

    My good friend Greg, who is also on the diet, turned me onto some great sugarless candy. For example, Hershey’s has some great sugar free candy like Hershey bars and Reese’s Peanut butter cups. I’m telling you, you can’t tell the difference. So, when I have a sweet tooth, I just pop a couple of those and am feeling pretty much guilt free.

    So far, Atkins is working out pretty well for me. I’ve read some of the criticisms but am not overly concerned at this point. These reports seem to be aimed at very long term exposure to the diet. I actually plan on switching over to the Body for Life plan after a month of Atkins. I do feel better about myself not eating a ton of candy drinking numerous cans of soda every day. I believe, in the end, everything will even itself out.

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    Bovard on C-Span
    November 2, 2003 — 5:15 pm

    For those of you with access to C-Span, I would encourage you to check out James Bovard tonight at 8:00pm EST. James Bovard is the author of the much acclaimed Lost Rights as well as Feeling Your Pain and the current best seller Terrorism and Tyranny.

    I’m pretty excited about this myself as I’ve never actually been able to listen to him speak before.

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    Magna Treason
    October 30, 2003 — 6:15 pm

    Here are two documents I’ve read over the past couple of weeks

    The Magna Carta, said to be the cornerstone of liberty and the one main document our founding fathers relied on while writing our Constitution.

    No Treason, the Constitution of No Authority by Lysander Spooner. Lysander Spooner is quite possibly one of the most interesting characters in American history; and is little known outside anarcho-capitalist circles. One of his most interesting feats was his establishment of a very successful private mail company that engaged in direct competition with the U.S. Postal Service. That is, until the U.S. Government shut him down.

    I know this is a long essay but, anyone interested in the history of individualism and freedom in this country should endeavor to read it at least once.

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    9-Year-Old Arrested for Waving Toy Gun
    October 29, 2003 — 6:15 pm

    From the Morning Journal:

    His mother, Tamyka Saunders of Sheffield Lake, said her son, Thomas Clark Jr., told Lorain police when they approached him outside a Broadway business that the gun was a toy. An officer aimed his weapon at the boy’s head, ordered him to the ground, handcuffed him and arrested him for juvenile delinquency by reason of inducing panic, according to the police report.

    Saunders, 28, was also charged with obstruction of justice and resisting arrest when she pleaded with police not to arrest her son and to give him a warning, according to a police report.

    When I read crap like this I’m instantly reminded of how Robert A. Heinlein’s protagonists treated over zealous “police officers” in his masterpiece The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. Essentially, they were shown the nearest air lock, after one or two instances of instant street justice.

    Not that I advocate such a thing mind you. It’s just, you know, a pleasant thought that crosses my conscious mind from time to time.

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    The Poor Man’s Space Program
    October 29, 2003 — 6:00 pm

    Now, this is what I’m talking about!

    About 100 amateurs in a dozen groups across the United States are designing and launching “near spacecraft”. These groups do not let the high cost of spacecraft construction and launch deter them. Instead, by using off-the-shelf components and simple machining techniques, these amateurs operate their own space program. Altitudes in excess of 30 kilometers are possible on these amateur near-space flights. While the costs of materials and launch are kept low, the results returned are priceless. Where else can one return images of the inky blackness of space and the curvature of the Earth’s horizon at a thousandth the cost of launching a comparable satellite into Earth orbit?

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    Mstiffa.com
    October 29, 2003 — 5:45 pm

    Well, my lovely wife Tiffany has bravely stepped out into the business world. As a stay at home mom who soon plans on home-schooling our children, she has discovered that money runs short from time to time. So, she has become a distributor for Discovery Toys. Over the years we have purchased several products from Discovery Toys and have always been very pleased. The girls not only love them, but we are able to engage in their education while they playing with them. If you have children of your own, or Nieces and Nephews (cough..cough..Eric), then you might want to consider Tiffany’s distribution page.

    Also, she has been working on a wonderful homepage of her own. She hopes to keep this updated with current pictures, day to day activities and a list of stuff we are selling on Ebay. Go on by and check it out.

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    Doctor Atkins I Presume
    October 29, 2003 — 5:40 pm

    After the combined testimonies of my friends Sean and Greg, who attest to losing nearly 50 pounds between them, I have decided to immediately start the Atkins diet.

    I’ve heard nothing but good things about this diet (about the results anyway). I would be happy to hear from anyone out there who has tried it, successfully or not.

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    If Toy Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws Will Have Toy Guns
    October 28, 2003 — 6:20 pm

    Ever wondered what the face of evil looks like?

    I can’t tell you how glad I am to be no longer living in the People’s Republic of Maryland. Some may think I jest when I use that title. Believe me, no hyperbole is intended.

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    IEEE bans residents of Cuba, Iran, Libya and Sudan from Publishing
    October 28, 2003 — 6:00 pm

    I was just freaking making a point about this very issue over at my friend Brian’s blog.

    This is just another stupid, stupid move to regulate the flow of ideas by making some sort of hackneyed political statement.

    The IEEE (Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers) recently imposed a ban on the residents of Cuba, Iran, Libya and Sudan from publishing and contributing to any IEEE publication or standard. The IEEE defends their position by claiming that people from these countries don’t have any rights to publish anything based on the OFAC regulations that have been set out while other International Academic and Scientific Organizations such as the American Geophysical Union, the American Society of Mechanical Engineers and Science Magazine do not echo such views or impose such regulations.

    It’s bad enough that our government is acting in a foolish manner by trying to economically and scientifically isolate these countries, it is worse when “objective” scientists and engineers engage in the same practice.

    Courtesy of Metafilter.com

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    Grumpy Greg
    October 28, 2003 — 5:45 pm

    Well, my good friend Greg finally took the plunge and is now up and running with his very own blog. Everyone give a big and hearty welcome to grumpygreg.com.

    Now, let me tell you a little bit about Greg. I had the fortune of knowing and working with Greg off and on for the past eight years or so. First in Hawaii, then in Maryland. He is an analyst and a programmer at heart. Once, while we were all sitting around the office quite bored (I suppose we should have been doing work), I commented that I’d like to play a game of chess. Greg thought that that was a good idea. However, he tactfully pointed out that we had no chess board at hand. Did this deter Greg? Hell no. He turned to his SUN OS computer and began hand jamming in a chess program with some form of visual PERL I had never heard of before. Not only did that game work, but it worked over the freaking network. I’m telling you, the guy is a programming genius.

    So, it comes as no surprise to me that although there are simpler ways of building a blog (I.E. Movable Type), Greg invented a completely new way. Who knows, perhaps it will be tomorrow’s standard.

    And so, without further ado, I give you Grumpy Greg.

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    Why I Love the Internet
    October 27, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    First time I’ve ever seen the combination of the Beatbox and the Harmonica…Awesome!

    This may take some time to load.

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    A Quote
    October 27, 2003 — 8:40 pm

    Thinking of space and colonization (as well as enjoying a second reading of L. Neil Smith’s Pallas) made me remember a particular quote I saw etched on an arch in the Library of Congress a couple of years ago.

    Too low they build, who build beneath the stars

    None of the quotes inscribed on the walls and ceilings of the Library of Congress are attributed. The original intent was for the patron to investigate any given missive, further enriching his knowledge in the process. I was so impressed by this particular quote that I wrote it down to research later. After a quick search of the Web, I found the saying belonged to a Mr. Edward Young (1683-1765).

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    Goodnight Ladies…
    October 27, 2003 — 7:00 pm

    For months now, my wife has had a fairly difficult time putting our youngest daughter to sleep. I have it easy. I just get Jordan a glass of milk, tuck her into bed and go to my computer while Tiffany struggles with Zoe downstairs. And I mean struggle. Zoe wants no part of this “night night” time crap. She wiggles, cries, screams, runs around, yaps, talks, laughs, giggles…in sort, she does everything but sleep. So, out of frustration, Tiffany informed me that putting Zoe, as well as Jordan, to bed would now be my responsibility.

    So, after tucking Jordan in, Zoe and I head into my office where she falls asleep mere minutes later. Tiffany is amazed. Harmony is returned to the household. But, how do I do it? Simple:

    I sit Zoe down on my lap, turn off the lights and minutes later the sweet, sweet sounds of Bela’s Banjo are lulling her into a deep sleep.

    …savage breast and all that…

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    More Pictures
    October 26, 2003 — 6:10 pm

    Today we all hopped in the trusty mini-van and took a little trip to the local pumpkin patch. Let me tell ya, we had a rip-roarin’ good time.

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    The End Times
    October 24, 2003 — 6:45 pm

    I pretty much hate it when people say things like “Here is another sign that the end of the world is coming” while pointing our attention to some bizarre story on the Internet; like Tammy Faye taking up residence with Ron Jeremy I mean, is that all you got? Tammy Faye and Ron Jeremy cohabiting is the earth shattering news that is going to break the 7th Seal? Come on! Amateurs!

    Ladies and Gentlemen, THIS is the one and true sign of the apocalypse. I’d be careful driving if I were you guys, with the Rapture coming any day, there are bound to be quite a few accidents on our nation’s roadways. Let’s be careful out there.

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    Blog Spam
    October 24, 2003 — 6:00 pm

    Though I haven’t experienced any blog spam yet, I have seen several pieced of spam hitting our guest page. Anyway, this article may be of interest to those of you who are thinking of starting a blog. Especially if you plan on using Movable Type.

    Across the Web, spambots were churning through bloggers’ comment threads, leaving behind dozens of links embedded in key phrases like “buy viagra” or “diet pills.” Others, more deviously, posted innocuous blurbs like, “Nice site you have here!” and embedded the spammer’s URL in the comment signature, under fake names like “underage,” “cheap shoes” or “phentermine.”

    Bloggers agreed that, unlike garden-variety e-mail spam, the comment spam they were receiving was not designed to attract click-throughs. Its primary audience wasn’t human; it was the all-seeing search-engine robot.

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    Miller’s Yojimbo
    October 24, 2003 — 5:00 pm

    I don’t know for sure, mainly because I haven’t done any in-depth research, but does anyone else think the Coen Brother’s inspiration for the movie Miller’s Crossing just may have been Akira Kurosawa’s Yojimbo?

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    The X Prize
    October 23, 2003 — 7:00 pm

    Well, I was going to write about the awesome news from Amazon.com today but, Eric beat me to the punch.

    So, in continuation of what I was talking about yesterday, I’d like to draw your attention to the X Prize.

    The X PRIZE is a $10,000,000 prize to jumpstart the space tourism industry through competition between the most talented entrepreneurs and rocket experts in the world. The $10 Million cash prize will be awarded to the first team that:

    -Privately finances, builds & launches a spaceship, able to carry three people to 100 kilometers (62.5 miles)
    -Returns safely to Earth
    -Repeats the launch with the same ship within 2 weeks

    I heard an NPR segment about 6 months ago (audio transcript here) on this very subject. Pretty much everyone involved in the project agreed that the main obstacle standing in their way is government regulation.

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    Space Art, Space Rangers and Little Green Men
    October 22, 2003 — 7:15 pm

    I’ve always been in love with all things Space. Astronomy, Cosmology, SETI, Colonization, Physics, Space Novellas, Movies, T.V. shows…it all just fascinates me. So, in honor of Space, here are a few topics I’ve been following on the subject for the past couple of weeks.

    Space Art

    A recent panel discussion at the American Museum of Natural History tried to solve the issue of whether or not pictures from various deep space probes constituted “art”.

    The impetus behind the event was the publication of an unprecedented collection of photographs from such machines as the Voyagers, Vikings and Magellan, called Beyond: Visions of Interplanetary Probes, by filmmaker Michael Benson, who was also a panelist. The book hits bookstores in November, just months ahead of robotic missions to Mars and Saturn, and after the deaths of probes Pioneer 10 and Galileo.

    Hey, in my book, not only is it art, it’s a clear expression of the infinite spirit of Mankind.

    Space Rangers

    However, as much as I am in love with the idea of future space exploration or colonization, I’ve given up on the idea that any significant gains will happen in my lifetime. NASA has proven itself to be an incompetent boondoggle that will probably never really go away. I’m convinced that our government will never willingly allow the average “Joe” the opportunity to make overtures towards colonization, much less travel in any unsanctioned way into Space. Remember NASA’s illogical rants over letting a wealthy American Citizen travel on a Russian rocket into Space?

    Now, let me just get in a side note here. I love the literary work of L. Neil Smith. Though he is rough around the edges, I’ve always thought that the worlds that he imagines (along with Robert A. Heinlein) are pretty much Libertarian utopias. Taking a look at works such as Pallas and The Probability Broach makes me yearn for such a society. But hey, that’s just me.

    Anyway, Mr. Smith recently wrote a great article pretty much putting into words what I think about the current space program.

    In all that time (and earlier, in fact) I always expected that, sooner or later, I’d end up space myself, maybe even die there (after living a couple hundred years, like Lazarus Long). And although I didn’t necessarily want to move there, the one sight I always wanted most to see in person was Saturn and its rings, from one of its inner moons.

    As I grew up, I became disappointed and disillusioned. The Mercury program came and went, the Gemini program came and went, the Apollo program came and went, followed by SkyLab, the Shuttle program, and the International so-called Space Station. What they all taught us (unless you actually care about fruitfly reproduction in microgravity) was that the only individuals who would ever be allowed to get into space were precisely the kind of government-approved jockstraps who were on the varsity football team when you were in high school – oh yes, and an occasional cheerleader – oops, make that public school teacher.

    Mr. Smith goes on to announce that not only is he writing two more books set in the Pallas universe (great news to me), but he will also be working on a book preparing the youth of today for space travel, much in the vein of the old Boy Scout Manuals some of us grew up on.

    First, it will help young people (I’m aiming the book at a certain mindset, rather than a given age group; it should appeal at some level to everyone of both sexes between the ages of 5 and 20) to prepare themselves for working, living, and eventually settling in space, in more or less the same way that my old Boy Scouts of America manual, A Handbook For Boys [Reprint of Original 1911 edition] (1955 edition), helped to prepare me to survive – and even prosper – in several different kinds of wilderness on this planet.

    I think this is absolutely wonderful stuff. I certainly will be buying my four year old a copy. (She has stated many times that she wants to be an Astronaut. Now, I’m certainly aware of the games life plays with us from time to time. However, even if she changes her mind in a few months, a book like this can do no wrong in helping her both shape and maintain a spirit of optimism).

    Little Green Men

    I’ve been arguing for years that if Mankind ever hopes to colonize space, he will first have to throw off the chains that bind him. Secondly, traditional borders and the ideals of Nationalism will have to fade. Colonization will be a job for rich countries, which means some sort of market economy will first have to envelope the world, enriching us all in the process. I’m positive that colonization will be a joint venture between many nations. I’m not necessarily talking about governments here, but instead private individuals acting through organizations dedicated to the idea of colonization. Government may well have a role but mankind must not be tempted in making it a defining one. It is inevitable that said colony will eventually declare independence. It will be much easier to do so without the chains of Terrestrial kingdoms holding them down.

    Anyway, If you are interested, Michio Kaku has written many fascinating articles on how mankind is likely to evolve to this end. Here is one of those articles. Extrapolating this information, he also does a fine job in theorizing how civilizations on other planets may eventually be found.

    The late Carl Sagan once asked this question, “What does it mean for a civilization to be a million years old? We have had radio telescopes and spaceships for a few decades; our technical civilization is a few hundred years old… an advanced civilization millions of years old is as much beyond us as we are beyond a bush baby or a macaque.”

    Although any conjecture about such advanced civilizations is a matter of sheer speculation, one can still use the laws of physics to place upper and lower limits on these civilizations. In particular, now that the laws of quantum field theory, general relativity, thermodynamics, etc. are fairly well-established, physics can impose broad physical bounds which constrain the parameters of these civilizations.

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    Boondoggle
    October 20, 2003 — 7:45 pm

    Let’s see, the World Trade Center buildings were essentially taken down by a couple of box cutters, right? So, in the aftermath of 9-11, the Feds invent the Transportation Security Agency, one of the largest additions to the Federal Government in our history. What is the mission of the TSA? Well, to keep box cutters off of planes, of course.

    Enter Nathaniel Heatwole, an enterprising 20 year old who thought that well, gee-wiz, I don’t think the TSA is doing a very good job. So he writes them an email to that effect, further informing them that on a certain date on a certain airline at a certain time, he will smuggle some “forbidden items” onto several of their planes. And so he did.

    Bags full of box cutters, clay (molded into the shape of an explosive) and bottles of bleach were brought onto two flights and left there for five weeks before the Feds found them.

    So, what was the reaction of TSA?

    “Amateur testing of our systems do not show us in any way our flaws. We know where the vulnerabilities are and we are testing them. … This does not help.”

    Feel any safer yet?

    By the way, Mr. Heatwole is facing federal charges for his actions. The lesson here is, you must Never, Ever embarrass the Federal Government. I wonder if he will also disappear into some Navy Brig somewhere on the East Coast, never to be heard from again.

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    A Couple of Pictures
    October 19, 2003 — 7:45 pm

    Ok, so, I’ve been neglecting Shrubtography.com for about a month now. I’m hoping I’ll be able to take some more pictures soon. There is a brand new highway exchange being built about a mile away from my house. Maybe I’ll walk down there soon to see what I can see. Anyway, in the meantime, checkout a few pictures I took this last weekend.

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    Instead of Just Another Blog
    October 18, 2003 — 11:22 pm

    My good friend Brian finally got around to getting a blog up and running. Head on over and check out Just Another Blog

    I’ve also corrected the link to Tim Virkkala’s fine webpage, Instead of a Blog. I’ve been reading Mr. Virkkala’s work for awhile now and I always feel like a better person for it.

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    Meat or Accident?
    October 18, 2003 — 11:20 pm

    I don’t know why, but this struck me as something Eric would find hilarious.

    Flash required

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    STUPENDOUS EARTH-SHATTERING ANNOUNCEMENT!!!
    October 15, 2003 — 7:10 pm

    Harry Knowles over at Aintitcool.com posted the following announcement this morning:

    STUPENDOUS EARTH-SHATTERING ANNOUNCEMENT!!! COMING SOON TO THIS SPOT!

    Well, it’s been over 12 hours since the announcement of an upcoming announcement. Yet, there is still no announcement to be seen. However, if you can get onto the server (it’s been bogged down all day by people refreshing their browser every 20 freaking seconds waiting for the announcement), then you can read some of the humorous comments left by Harry’s frustrated voyeurs.

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    I’m Gonna Get Me a Shotgun and Kill Every Whitey I See!
    October 15, 2003 — 6:50 pm

    I’ve probably read nearly every review of Kill Bill out there. Some I found amusing, some exciting. Most I agreed with, and certainly there were some I disagreed with. Most of the latter reviews expressed either their disgust with the “emptiness” or “childlike nature” of the movie. Some of them stated that the author was “offended” (whatever the hell that means) by certain aspects of the film.

    However, this review from Alternet.org is so asinine and pretentious in its nature that I just busted up laughing when I read it. I kept thinking of the song Garrett Morris sang on Saturday Night Live:

    I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see,
    I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.
    When I kill all the whities I see, then whitey he won’t bother me,
    I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.

    The author of this “review” might be interested to know that even though Kill Bill totally kicked ASS, Jackie Brown is still my favorite Quentin Tarantino movie and, even though I’m “Whitey”, Spike Lee is still my favorite director.

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    Foul Ball!
    October 15, 2003 — 6:35 pm

    People who know me are pretty certain about these two facts.

    1. I’m a news junkie. I can spend hours on end culling news worthy items from the Internet. At the end of the day, I average about 3 hours on NPR and around 50-75 pages of printed material.

    2. I’ve never watched a game of baseball in my life. Never. Not ever. Not even once. Not even an inning.

    However, this morning I did happen to read a news article about baseball. And, well sir, I didn’t like it. Nope, I didn’t like it one bit. So, a player reached for a foul ball with the unintended consequence of interfering with a catch that may well have won the game. Immediately, this poor schmoe is threatened with chants of “Kill him! Kill him! KILL HIM!”, even though at least twenty other fans were reaching for the same ball.

    So, now fans in Chicago are calling for his head. Numerous death threats have found their way to his home. Several publications have published his name and his place of employment. (frivolous lawsuits aside, this guy may be able to go after these organizations for harassment)

    Ok, ok…so, like I said, I’ve never watched a game of baseball. But, come on guys, lighten the hell up.

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    Teenager In Trouble In Inhaler Incident
    October 9, 2003 — 8:45 pm

    I can think of a few people who should be summarily fired for their actions stemming from this event:

    “I was trying to save her life. I didn’t want her to die on me right there because the nurse’s office (doesn’t) have breathing machines,” Kivi said.

    “It made a big difference. It did save my life. It was a Good Samaritan act,” Ferguson said.

    But the school nurse said it was a violation of the district’s no-tolerance drug policy, and reported Kivi to the campus police.

    The next day, he was arrested and accused of delivering a dangerous drug. Kivi was also suspended from school for three days. He could face expulsion and sent to juvenile detention on juvenile drug charges.

    You know what, firing is too good for these cretins. Everyone from the school nurse, the school administrator, the police who arrested her to the prosecutor trying the case should pretty much be ostracized from all civilized society. Let them survive cold, naked and hungry in the wilderness.

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    Princeton Student Sued Over Paper on CD Copying
    October 9, 2003 — 7:00 pm

    From the original article:

    Three days after a Princeton graduate student posted a paper on his Web site detailing how to defeat the copy-protection software on a new music CD by pressing a single computer key, the maker of the software said on Thursday it would sue him.

    In a statement, SunnComm Technologies Inc. said it would sue Alex Halderman over the paper, which said SunnComm’s MediaMax CD-3 software could be blocked by holding down the “Shift” key on a computer keyboard as a CD using the software was inserted into a disc drive.

    Perhaps SunnComm should busy itself with firing its obviously incompetent programmers and technicians instead of trying to stifle the free exchange of ideas. This is yet another reason why the Digital Millennium Copyright Act should be immediately repealed.

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    Taking Out the Trash
    October 8, 2003 — 5:15 pm

    I received this letter from my home owners association today:

    Dear Justin and Tiffany

    May I remained [sic] you that you are in violation of Covenants and Restrictions Article VII (G) trash cans out side of dwelling. We know this is a problem do [sic] to the city having too many trash cans. This problem can be solved by the same Article VII (G). The Association can approve a fence in [sic] container area outside your dwelling this should solve the problem. You will need a [sic] improvement permit and Association approval for this. This will be your only letter on this matter the next one will go to the Attorney to up hold the covenant.

    Thank you,

    [Name withheld to protect the..well..to protect me from a lawsuit]

    According to the “covenants”, trash cans must be brought inside the garage no later than the evening of trash collection day (Friday in our case). We left ours out until Sunday morning.

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    A Love Hate Relationship
    October 8, 2003 — 5:00 pm

    I gotta admit, I have a love-hate relationship with LewRockwell.com. Admittedly, I visit their site daily. I often print off at least one or two of their articles for my daily “read file”. For the most part, I find their opinions and commentaries to be insightful and intelligent. As I’ve stated before, I’m no Paleo-Libertarian, but I can certainly empathize with their points of view from time to time.

    Now, for the hate part. While perusing their blog today, I ran across this entry:

    A school’s anguish reports that “Des Moines police awakened several families before dawn Tuesday to break up a suicide pact that involved at least nine Lincoln High School students.”

    Thank goodness this potentially tragic event was detected and prevented! Why, just think where society would be without these fine kids growing into adults. After all, it’s common knowledge that people who almost killed themselves in their teens tend to be the pillars of society–mentally strong, hard workers, stable, and so on. I mean… it would be heartless to say that “we’d be better off without them,” wouldn’t it?

    Say what? Now, I realize that the folks over at LewRockwell have made a name for themselves with their “in your face” contrarian views, but this is way over the top, bordering on inhuman. To be fair, at least one member of the blog later chastised the writer with this entry:

    I’m disappointed to see on this blog possible victims of the state portrayed as instigators and worthless corpses. There but for the grace of god. May Stephan’s baby have the same perfect childhood with which his dad apparently graced the world. For my part, I would say that libertarianism allows for mistakes and growth. That we may justly deride spiteful and stupid adults does not make general heartlessness a virtue.

    To which the original author replies:

    Chris and Charley–okay, okay, point taken. Sheesh. I don’t want to imply that we should not regret lemming-like teen suicides. We should. It is very sad. Yes, it is callous to pretend not to care a whit about the mental torment these disturbed young people must obviously be in. I agree.

    But it does not mean we can’t put it in perspective and give appropriate weight to various tragedies, ranging from totally innocent, helpless victims of violent crime, down to self-destructive, but still sad, actions. As a libertarian, I suppose I sympathize first and foremost with genuine victims–that is, those whose rights are violated by violent criminals. Far more so than for “victims” of their own actions.

    Maybe I am over reacting with a bit of self righteousness but, this whole thing just puts a sour taste in my mouth.

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    Stuff
    October 6, 2003 — 5:50 am


    More Kill Bill Stuff

    I’ve been raving about the upcoming Kill Bill now for the past several days. So much so that my co-workers are tiring from the very sight of me.

    Well, I picked up the soundtrack yesterday and was pleasently surprised to find two unknown and unreleased trailers for the movie. I’d have bought the CD just for that fact. But, hey, the music is pretty damn good too!

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    A duel

    Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you The Duel.

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    Web Ranking
    October 5, 2003 — 3:15 pm

    Well, we’ve gone from 363,010 to 293,482 in web ranking in just one week. That’s pretty dang good for a web page that registered at the one million mark just a month ago. You guys love us…you really love us!

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    Messing With the Cops
    October 5, 2003 — 3:00 pm

    I’m guilty of doing this myself. I wonder when my ticket is due.

    It’s a common practice. A driver sees a policeman set up by the roadside to clock speeders and flashes his lights at oncoming traffic to warn them.

    It’s a neighborly sort of gesture with a lightly rebellious edge. It is also, at least in the city of Franklin, against the law. It got Harlie Walker ticketed for interfering with the duties of a police officer.

    But, if you really want to mess with the fuzz (and probably get your sorry butt thrown away forever) you could always be a designated decoy:

    A policeman parks his car outside a bar shortly before closing time, certain that the exodus of drinkers will provide him with a tipsy driver or two toward his arrest quota. Immediately, an obvious drunk stumbles from the bar. The drunk drops and retrieves his car keys repeatedly as people leave the bar, enter their vehicles and head home. Convinced that he’s found an easy target, the officer ignores the departing crowd. Finally, the drunk reaches the last remaining car, enters and starts the engine.

    The officer flips on his lights and pulls his cruiser next to the drunk’s car. Grinning and obviously stone-cold sober, the man says, “How’s it going, officer? I’m tonight’s designated decoy.”

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    Want to Buy the Internet?
    October 2, 2003 — 7:30 pm

    Would you like to buy the Internet? Well, Alexa, the premier web ranking service, is offering just that. According to their web site:

    Massive Archive.
    Spanning seven years, filling over 500 Terabytes of online storage and expanding at a rate of 30 Terabytes per month, the Alexa archive represents the largest collection of Web information in the world today.

    Largest bi-Monthly Crawl
    Compare Alexa with the largest search indexes and you’ll see, Alexa is the largest — over 3.5 billion unique URLs, 3 billion unique pages, all updated every 60 days. All this can be yours.

    Powerful Tools.
    To explore information that is ten times the size of the Library of Congress, Alexa has developed a proprietary operating system and a powerful set of data mining tools that leverage excess process capacity on hundreds of parallel computers.

    How large is the crawl?

    Very, very large. The crawl is over 60 Terabytes in size, spanning over 3.5 billion unique URLs. This is larger than Google, and approximately 4 times larger than Altavista’s published size.

    How often is the crawl updated?

    The web-wide crawl takes approximately 2 months to complete. Special collections may be created on request and updated as often as needed.

    How much does this service cost? Dude…if you have to ask…

    By the way, I recently downloaded the Alexa Toolbar. I’ve been pretty happy with it so far. It’s basically a free service letting you know what the overall rank of the page is you are viewing (shrubbloggers.com is at 363,010, up nearly 100,000 from a month ago) and gives you both reviews and links to other sites that may interest you. I would encourage everyone out there to download a copy…and hey! Write a review of shrubbloggers while you’re at it.

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    Drug Coated Stents
    October 1, 2003 — 6:40 pm

    This is some of the most exciting news I’ve heard from the medical establishment in some time.

    This is an audio transcript so click on the “listen” button.

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    A Good Month
    September 30, 2003 — 5:40 pm

    Holy Cow, this has been one hell of a month for movie previews. First, there was Kill Bill. Then, The Return of the King came along. And now…well, now the kick ass Matrix Revolutions trailer has been released.

    Yes, this last summer put out some pretty good movies but it’s winter that will blow you all away.

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    September Search Strings
    September 30, 2003 — 5:15 pm

    As September comes to a close, I thought I would share some search strings some of you have used to find this page. A search string is a string of words entered into some search engine (Google for example) that leads you to our little home in the blogosphere. So, without further ado, here it is:

    hoax cmabrigde uinervtisy *
    big bad israel *
    cmabrigde uinervtisy hoax *
    evil knievel memorabilia *
    norberg riaa *
    shrubbloggers *
    volvo lawsuit *
    1 767 4499922 *
    2003 current emails address of horrors guestbook *
    2003 email contact of all businessmen and woman in poland *
    clara harris *
    david landsburg miami herald *
    dirty pretty things st. louis movie theater theaters *
    hoax aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at cmabrigde uinervtisy *
    house of slave ponette *
    jeremy lott *
    john q. public super troopers *
    michael malice *
    russian doll soundtrack lips *
    spy volk emails 2003 *

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    The Magnificent 27
    September 30, 2003 — 5:00 pm

    Having served in the military myself, albeit not in an “elite” unit like the Israeli Air Force, I can imagine the courage needed to take this principled stand:

    The 27 Air Force pilots informed their commander that from now on they would refuse to fulfil immoral and illegal orders that would cause the death of civilians. At the end of their statement, they criticized the occupation that is corrupting Israel and undermining its security.

    The most senior officer among the signatories is Major General Yiftah Spector, who is also a living legend. He is the son of one of the “23 men in the boat”, a group that was sent in World War II to demolish oil installations in Lebanon (at the time under Nazi-puppet Vichy French control) and never heard of again. Yiftah Spector was the instructor of many of the present commanders of the Air Force. Altogether, the statement was signed by one general, 2 colonels, 9 lieutenant colonels, 8 majors and 7 captains.

    It is clear to me that the government of Israel (led by Arial Sharon) is both out of control and out of touch with reality. As a libertarian, the concept of “suicide bombings”, perpetrated by the Palestinians is disgusting and clearly a crime against humanity. However, Israel simply cannot use the specter of terrorism as carte blanch to kill and maim at will. A Palestinian kills 20 civilians and it is called terrorism (and rightly so). An Israeli fighter plane kills twenty civilians and it is called self defense. This, of course, stems from the ridiculous claim that states cannot and do not conduct terrorism because, well, they are the state and hence, above that.

    America should have the courage to cut off all foreign aid to Israel (as well as Egypt and Jordan). Israel has one of the mightiest armies on the face of the earth, with an arsenal of nuclear weapons to back it up. It is unjust and immoral to take an American citizen’s money and transfer it to a foreign government’s military. Especially when that military acts the way the Israeli military acts. Without the huge influx of American money, perhaps Israel and “Palestine” can come to a reasonable peace agreement, if not coexistence.

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    Drug War Victims
    September 29, 2003 — 5:10 pm

    A long but incomplete list of victims of the Drug War. For example:

    John Adams

    64 years old

    Lebanon, Tennessee

    October, 2000
    Shot to death during a SWAT drug raid while watching TV. The house didn’t match the description on the warrant.

    Veronica Bowers
    35 years old
    Charity Bowers
    7 months old
    In the air over Peru
    April, 2001
    As part of a long-standing arrangement to stop drug shipments, U.S. government tracking provided the information for the Peruvian Air Force to mistakenly shoot down a Cessna plane carrying missionaries. Killed in the incident were Roni Bowers, a missionary with the Association of Baptists for World Evangelism, and her daughter, Charity. As of August, 2003, the United States is considering reinstating the shoot-down program. Perhaps they think by now we’ve forgotten.

    Annie Rae Dixon
    84 years old
    Tyler, Texas
    January, 1993
    Bedridden with pneumonia during a drug raid. Officer kicked open her bedroom door and accidentally shot her.

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    Return of the King
    September 29, 2003 — 4:45 pm

    Well, the Return of the King theatrical trailer has finally been released. From what I hear, this is supposed to be the best out of the three. Just by looking at the trailer, I can see that’s true.

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    Isabel and All Those Broken Windows
    September 25, 2003 — 6:00 pm

    It seems the mainstream media needs a little lesson in Economics 101:

    Hurricane Isabel roared onto eastern North Carolina shores in mid-day, September 18, 2003, continuing on into Virginia and north from there. While Isabel was no Hurricane Hugo, the monster storm that demolished Charleston, S.C. back in 1989, it washed up the usual economic fallacies.

    Among them is the idea that all prices should be the same after as before the storm. Thus were potential gougers given stern warnings long before the hurricane hit. It is apparently very difficult for people to understand how prices assist in rationing in light of changes in supply, which is why price flexibility is never more needed than in a natural disaster.

    But let’s leave that one aside and focus on the biggest fallacy of all: the idea that destruction of all sorts is actually a wonderful thing. To listen to mainstream economists, including Wall Street analysts, what destruction Isabel wrought is really a bonanza for the economy.

    Here is some recommended reading:

    And who said Economics couldn’t be fun?

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    September 23, 2003
    September 23, 2003 — 8:15 pm


    Top 10 Most Influential Books

    Awhile ago, I wrote about my top 20 most influential albums. Well, just to prove I’m a well rounded kind of guy, I present you with my top 10 most influential books. Again, I’m not saying these are the best books I’ve read. Some are, some aren’t. These are the books most responsible for either changing my perspective or forcing me to delve deeper into the literary world.

    1. 1. Atlas Shrugged – Ayn Rand
    2. 2. Lost Rights – James Bovard
    3. 3. United States, 1952-1992 – Gore Vidal
    4. 4. Animal Farm – George Orwell
    5. 5. Mythology – Edith Hamilton
    6. 6. Stranger in a Strange Land – Robert A. Heinlein
    7. 7. The Phantom Tollbooth – Norton Juster
    8. 8. The Killer Angels – Michael Shaara
    9. 9. The Crying of Lot 49 – Thomas Pynchon
    10. 10. The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger

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    One! Hundred! Movies!
    September 22, 2003 — 8:30 pm

    Well, I’ve passed a milestone. One hundred movies watched so far (not including movies I’ve seen more than once) since this blog started way back in February. Here is the run down. The movies in the specific star categories are in no particular order. That is to say, a movie listed on the top of the 10 star category is not to be considered the all time best movie. I guess I’m just to lazy to get into that much detail.

    10 Stars

    Malcolm X
    Spirited Away
    Amelie
    Ghost World
    The Apostle
    Rashomon
    2001: A Space Odyssey
    Magnolia
    Dark City
    High Fidelity
    Jackie Brown
    Panic
    The Last Temptation of Christ
    Mulholland Dr.
    The Pianist
    Brazil
    Ponette
    Stop Making Sense

    9 1/2 Stars

    Blood Simple
    Gangs of New York
    The Edge
    Monster’s Ball
    The 25th Hour
    Lawrence of Arabia
    Sling Blade
    Signs
    Donnie Darko
    The Matrix
    The Matrix Reloaded
    Black Hawk Down
    This is Spinal Tap
    The French Connection
    The French Connection II
    Matchstick Men
    Toy Story
    From Hell
    The Seventh Seal
    The Man Who Wasn’t There
    Gosford Park
    Peter Gabriel; Secret World Live

    9 Stars

    Time Bandits
    The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers
    Raising Arizona
    Saving Private Ryan
    The Mission
    Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
    Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
    Hulk
    X2
    Castle in the Sky
    Finding Nemo
    Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
    Rabbit-Proof Fence
    Kiki’s Delivery Service
    Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
    Princess Mononoke
    Snatch
    State and Main
    Sexy Beast
    Identity
    La Femme Nikita
    Open Range
    Road to Perdition

    8 1/2 Stars

    Anger Management
    Ride With the Devil
    Tears of the Sun
    The Italian Job
    Super Troopers
    Confidence
    Apt Pupil
    A Mighty Wind
    The Prophecy
    Run Lola Run
    Grateful Dawg
    Scotland, Pa
    The Dead Zone (w/ Christopher Walken)
    The Dead Zone (w/ Anthony Michael Hall)
    Knockaround Guys
    Jackass: The Movie
    The Killer
    Shanghai Knights
    The Transporter
    Kissing Jessica Stein
    The Replacement Killers
    DareDevil
    The Limey
    The Time Machine
    Old School
    Ocean’s Eleven
    The Muppets Take Manhattan

    8 Stars

    Once Upon a Time in Mexico
    Hart’s War
    Phone Booth
    Dreamcatcher

    7 Stars

    Lara Croft: Tomb Raider
    Gods and Generals

    6 Stars

    Made Men
    Cradle 2 the Grave
    Cube 2: Hypercube
    Basic

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    Why Don’t We Have Answers to These 9/11 Questions?
    September 21, 2003 — 7:40 pm

    From Philly News Online:

    No event in recent history has been written about, talked about, or watched and rewatched as much as the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001 – two years ago today.

    Not only was it the deadliest terrorist strike inside America, but the hijackings and attacks on New York City’s World Trade Center and the Pentagon in Washington were also a seminal event for an information-soaked media age of Internet access and 24- hour news.

    So, why after 730 days do we know so little about what really happened that day?

    When you’re done reading that, check out Unanswered Questions. This is perhaps the best documented timeline of President Bush’s activities on 9/11 I’ve seen to date.

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    This Web Page Would be Illegal in England
    September 21, 2003 — 12:35 am

    According to a BBC report, proprietors of web sites are now legally obligated to ensure ease of use for disabled persons, regardless if you are a business or a private individual:

    Ensuring web sites are easy for disabled people to use is no longer an option – it is a legal obligation.

    The Royal National Institute of the Blind in Peterborough is warning that anyone running a site faces prosecution if they fail to comply with the law.

    …Under new legislation websites must be easy for disabled people to navigate.

    From their offices in Peterborough Julie Howell of the Royal National Institute of the Blind has begun to prosecute organisations whose sites fall short.

    “Companies would be really wise to think about this now,” she said.

    “Opening up a website to more people shouldn’t mean stifling creativity – it should bring firms so much more business.”

    Perhaps it is time to shrug.

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    Hitler and Copyright Laws
    September 21, 2003 — 12:30 am

    No, this isn’t a slam on the RIAA. Read about a blogger who posted a 1938 Home and Gardens article about Adolf Hitler.

    A fawning 1938 article by Homes & Gardens magazine about Hitler’s Bavarian mountain retreat remains widely available on the Web, even after the discoverer and original poster of the article took it off his site when the magazine demanded its removal.

    The three-page article, “Hitler’s Mountain Home, a Visit to ‘Haus Wachenfeld,'” first appeared on Words of Waldman in early August. Mirrors of the page quickly sprang up across the Web, including one on the website of a well-known Holocaust revisionist.

    The article depicts Hitler in glowing terms, such as the “Squire of Wachenfeld,” and extols him as a talented architect, decorator and raconteur who “delights in the society of brilliant foreigners, especially painters, singers, and musicians.”

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    Kill Bill
    September 20, 2003 — 8:00 am

    Check out the new teaser trailor for Quentin Tarantino’s Kill Bill.

    Is anyone else as excited as I am about this movie?

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    Angle Grinder
    September 18, 2003 — 6:30 am

    Talk about direct action

    A man dressed in a Superman-style costume is roaming the streets of London freeing wheel-clamped cars with an angle grinder.

    The caped individual, who calls himself Angle Grinder Man is already said to have freed a dozen vehicles in the south east of the city.

    He doesn’t charge for the service, although drivers clamped still have to pay the parking fine.

    He’s bought himself a £120 grinder and set up the Angle Grinder Man website which even has a call out number for clamped drivers.

    “I got so angry, I went to a hire shop, got an angle grinder and sawed the clamp off. People were standing around cheering me – it was fantastic. Before I returned the tool, I took a picture of myself with the wheel clamp and stuck it in my car window with a note saying, ‘Don’t clamp me – I have an extremely sensitive nature'”.

    What do you all think about this?

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    An Alarming Problem
    September 16, 2003 — 7:15 am

    I’d like to point your attention to an excellent article written by Wendy McElroy on the subject of prison rape.

    Though Ms. McElroy does an excellent job discussing this alarming subject, I’d like to add a few thoughts of my own.

    This is an issue often snickered at (and in someways encouraged) by some who claim to be “tough on crime”. However, the most disturbing facet of this issue is how some elected officials use it to their advantage. For example, Tom G. Palmer, a senior fellow at the Cato Institute, recently pointed out in a shocking L.A. Times editorial California Atty. Gen. Bill Lockyer’s comments regarding Enron Corp. Chairman Kenneth Lay:

    “I would love to personally escort Lay to an 8-by-10 cell that he could share with a tattooed dude who says, ‘Hi, my name is Spike, honey.'”

    Prison rape is also used as a deterrent against crime in some states. According to an article on Free Republic.com:

    On Wednesday, May 9th, Colorado Project Exile held a private press conference at the Colorado Trust, a grantmaking foundation that is providing the funds for Colorado Project Exile commercials, etc.

    First, let me describe the commercials that we saw. They played all of them, and in these commercials they make a deliberate point of suggesting that if you are sent to Federal prison under Project Exile, prison rape will be an expected part of your future.

    Both Bob and I were sickened by this approach.

    Here’s an example. One commercial shows an enormous Federal prison in South Dakota, with the roughest-looking prisoners doing exercises in their cells. Tattoos, cruel looks, and aggressive bar-slamming by the inmates. And the captions read, “Think carrying a 9mm makes you a man?”

    “Lots of people in Federal prison find that attractive.”

    And so it goes. My generation is currently witness to the highest prison population America has ever seen. In fact, we incarcerate more people per capita than any other first world country on the face of the earth. The troubling fact is, nearly two thirds of those in the system are jailed for non violent offenses.

    No one deserves to be raped, no matter what the crime. Oh, we may invoke our little fantasies. We may utter our platitudes on how ‘this scum bag deserves what he gets’, or ‘stick ’em in a cell with a few Bubbas, now that’s justice’. However, we must all be vigilant not to let those rash feelings bleed over into complacency. We, as a society, have a duty to protect even the guiltiest of guilty against unjustified force or unreasonable punishment. I would say rape is both unjustified and unreasonable. Prisons and the people who run them have a Constitutional obligation to stop this scourge now.

    It is not soft on crime to speak out for basic human rights, even for hardened criminals. We should always endeavor to shield the downtrodden and the condemned from the darker angels of our nature.

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    A tatol mses
    September 16, 2003 — 6:35 am

    Courtesy of Lew Rockwell’s Blog

    I swaer, it took me amlsot fvie seocnods to fgirue out taht the wrods wrer eevn mipsleld..

    From an email making the rounds:

    “Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?”

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    Shave and a Haircut
    September 15, 2003 — 5:00 am

    Courtesy of Reason.com’s Hit and Run

    Heroic “reporter” breaks up underground liquor ring, with extreme risk to his life and safety. Read the astounding story here!

    On Thursday, Aug. 28, this reporter, responding to a tip that Whiskers was serving alcohol without a license, visited the salon and made an appointment, giving a false occupation when asked about his job, and was served two cups of beer.

    With a wide-screen television, indoor putting green, plush leather couches, assortment of men’s magazines and attractive stylists, Whiskers aims to be a destination for the same male clientele that favors Maxim Magazine, co-owner Richard Petipas told the Danvers Herald in a February interview.

    Petipas said he hoped to do for haircuts what Hooters did for chicken wings.

    During that first interview, Petipas was asked if he would seek a liquor license, in order to serve beer, as do similar establishments that were researched by this reporter via the Internet. Petipas responded that he would not, as a liquor license would be too expensive.

    Of course, the establishment was soon visited by police where a daring undercover sting operation ensued.

    Local news is just so much crap these days. How do this apes get away with calling this “investigative reporting”? Man, thank G-d for the fourth estate! These brave men and women are out there every day exposing corruption, reporting wrongs, keeping our elected officials honest.

    Oh, my mistake. That would be too hard. Instead they are content with shaking down local businesses all the while pretending they are providing a public service.

    I’m really worked up over this one. The “reporter” and the news organization that signed off on this “story” deserve our collective scorn at the very least. If I were a business owner, I would refuse to conduct any transaction with this joker. Perhaps when he can’t buy a meal to eat, or clothes to wear he would learn to play nicely with others.

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    RE: Johnny Cash
    September 13, 2003 — 12:20 am

    I only own two Johnny Cash albums so I can’t really give you a definitive answer. However, it’s safe to say At San Quentin is one of the best live concerts, to be recorded, I have ever heard.

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    Don’t Take Your Guns to Town
    September 12, 2003 — 7:00 pm

    By now there are probably thousands upon thousands of eulogies and remembrances of Johnny Cash out there in blog land. I guess I’d like to add my own.

    Sadness and grief are two emotions that rarely manifest themselves when I experience a loss or a tragedy. It’s not that I block these emotions. I don’t personify the “a rock feels no pain and an island never cries” ideal. I guess Lynda Barry described what I feel best as a kind of “blankness”. I’m sure psychologists have studied it and grief counselors would opine about it. I’ll let them explain it as it’s just the way I am.

    That being said, it is totally inexplicable to me the way I feel when some musicians (and really only musicians) pass away. When Roy Orbison died, I was pretty upset. When George Harrison died, I almost broke down crying in my car. And this morning, when I found out Johhny Cash passed, a profound sense of sadness pervaded my being. For a moment, I was sick with weary. A cloud has been hanging over me all day.

    I can’t begin to explain why I would feel this way. I never knew any of these people, except through their music. Never-the-less, the sadness is there. Does anyone out there have any ideas? Does anyone else feel the same? Can you explain it?

    Jesse Walker from Reason magazine posted his reaction to Johnny Cash’s death today on a discussion board. It pretty much sums up everything I’m feeling:

    Dammit. Goddammit.

    Yeah, me too, Jesse. Me too.

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    Still More Pictures at Shrubtography.com
    September 11, 2003 — 7:30 pm

    Just a few misc. pictures I had on file.

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    Montana, You’ve Got a Weight on Your Shoulders
    September 11, 2003 — 7:10 pm

    And to think, I used to live here:

    HELENA — The politically conservative Montana Family Coalition is planning a media campaign against the new television show “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy,” claiming that the reality-based show featuring five gay men is trash and shouldn’t be on TV.

    The coalition’s executive director said it plans to inform advertisers who air commercials during the one-hour show that their ad falls during the program, a program the Montana Family Coalition (formerly the Montana Christian Coalition) calls “outrageous” and a “joke.”

    “To me, that’s not a reality show about gay people,” said Julie Millam, who said she watched clips from the show. “A really good reality show for gay people would be five gay men dying of AIDS.”

    Besides being a bunch of mouth-breathers, these “Christians” have obviously never heard of a remote control.

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    A Conversation at Work…
    September 11, 2003 — 7:00 pm

    A short conversation I had at work today:

    A co-worker, turning to me says:

    “I’ve been watching all those 9-11 memorials and documentaries on Cinemax this week”.

    I reply:

    “Man, I’m glad I don’t have cable so I don’t have to watch any of that crap”.

    An awkward silence follows. Co-worker turns back to his computer and continues with work. I do the same.

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    This Will Probably Cost You a New Computer…
    September 10, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    I got a rather humorous bit of spam in my inbox this morning:

    “GOT YOU”

    If you were dumb enough to open this email then you will find a WORM has executed itself through your mailbox
    and by the time you read this into your hard-drive. This is PAYBACK for the Virus you disguised in the email you sent
    to us recently which destroyed our hard-drive and back-up system. This costs us thousands of dollars and we lost a lot
    of irreplaceable files on our system.

    Now it’s your turn to have your computer infected. This WORM it is undetectable by AntiVirus software and it will drive your computer crazy because it’s always hiding and causing havoc in your system. Using your computer recovery disks will not remove the problem cause it still stays on your computers Motherboard. This will proabably (SIC) cost you a new computer and I sincerely hope this teaches you a lesson not to send people nasty viruses again.

    Evocash Administration Inc.
    Phone: +1 767 4499922
    Fax: +1 767 4499922

    —^+Start^=Auto^Execute+^WORM^—-
    —^+Start^=Auto^Execute+^WORM^—-
    —^+Start^=Auto^Execute+^WORM^—-
    —^+Start^=Auto^Execute+^WORM^—-
    —^+Start^=Auto^Execute+^WORM^—-

    I did a quick search on “Evocash Administration Inc.” and came up with this:

    Description
    This is an Internet hoax that has been circulating via email. It tells its recipients that they have just received a worm virus that stays resident on the recipient’s motherboard and causes damage to their system.

    This is a hoax. Trend Micro advises that receivers ignore or delete this email, as it does not really cause any damage to the system.

    So, I gotta wonder, exactly what was the purpose of this little piece of spam? Cruel hoax? Maybe someone is hella pissed off at “Evocash Administration Inc.” and was hoping I’d call to give a little piece of my mind. Or, perhaps the sender got what he wished for when I posted this little gem. One wonders.

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    More Pictures at Shrubtography.com
    September 10, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    We spent a few hours down at the St. Louis Arch today. Luckily, I had my camera handy.

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    You Say it’s Your Birthday…
    September 10, 2003 — 7:00 pm

    Another year has come and gone. My daughter asked me this morning if I would get “lotsa lotsa presents”. I informed her that, the older we get, just being alive is the best present of all. She’s gonna be wrapping her little brain around that one for awhile. Never-the-less, I did receive some bitchin’ gifts this year.

    Gifts Received for 32nd Birthday:

    1. Raising Arizona
    2. The Hudsucker Proxy
    3. Barton Fink
    4. Miller’s Crossing
    5. Throne of Blood
    6. Red Beard
    7. The Family Guy, Volume One
    8. One! Hundred! Demons!
    9. Julian
    10. Terrorism and Tyranny
    11. Monsters and Robots

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    My Daughters are Republicans
    September 8, 2003 — 4:00 pm

    My two daughters are Republicans. I would hang my head down in shame if they knew any better. The fact of the matter is, they don’t. Their ages (4 and 2) preclude that.

    So, how do I know they are Republicans? Well, by observing their play habits, of course.

    Now, my older daughter is what I like to call a “Compassionate Conservative”. If her sister is playing with a toy she wants, she’ll do everything in her power to convince her that she would actually be better off without said toy. Here are a couple of honest to G-d quotes I’ve heard coming out of her mouth:

    “Zoe, let me hold onto this so you don’t lose it. You don’t want to lose it do you?”

    “Zoe, why don’t you give me that toy. If you do, I’ll give you this nice piece of paper.”

    “Zoe, if you don’t give me that toy, I’ll never play with you again!”

    “Zoe, if you love me, you would give me that toy.”

    Now, make no mistake, she’s gonna get that toy one way or the other. If negotiations don’t work (and they rarely do), she has no compulsion against just taking the thing by force.

    When Zoe petitions us for a full redress of grievances, we find Jordan’s justifications sorely lacking:

    “But, She wouldn’t give it to me!”

    or:

    “But, I wanted it!”

    Now Zoe, well, Zoe is a died-in-the-wool Neo-Conservative. She cares not one bit about alliances, negotiations or the rule of law. Her world is just one big, hegemonic dreamscape.

    If Jordan has a toy she wants, Zoe just takes it. No rationalization, no calculated escalation, just a brutal, full frontal attack. If Jordan does not immediately acquiesce, the attempted robbery becomes a violent mugging.

    If Jordan is lucky, we are close enough to intervene. If not, a full scale brawl ensues from which the outcome is never certain.

    Now, as parents, it is our job to teach them that their Republican ways will only lead to ruin. Though advanced political theory are still beyond their reach, they are beginning to understand that the libertarian concept of “no initiation of force” is the best way to go.

    I have a good feeling that, in time, this principle will become a guiding force in their lives.

    Now, wouldn’t it be nice if Republicans (and Democrats that act in the same manner) were able to grow out of their awkward, internationalist adolescence?

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    New Pictures at Shrubtography.com
    September 8, 2003 — 7:15 am

    Got some new pictures up. Ya’ll go on over and check them out, ya hear?

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    Speaking of John Galt
    September 6, 2003 — 7:30 pm

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    Exclusive Update! Joseph Farah has Lost His Mind!
    September 5, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    Breaking News

    An Honest Man Justin M. Stoddard


    EXCLUSIVE! Shrubbloggers.com Exclusive Commentary


    Joseph Farah Has Lost His Mind


    Posted: September 5, 2003
    9:30 p.m. Central

    © 2003 Shrubbloggers.com

    Joseph Farah is still dishing it out.

    In Hollywood blacklist redux, Mr. Farah lists a virtual cornucopia of traitorous entertainers we should all feel morally obligated to boycott. Included in the list are:

    Jessica “I despise him [G.W. Bush]” Lange

    Sean “[Bush] seems to be willing to sacrifice the children of the world” Penn

    John “The war and repression that has been loosed on the world by the Bush administration” Cusak

    Mike “Our leaders in Washington are out of step with millions of Americans. Inspections work. War won’t” Farrell

    Dustin “I believe the administration has taken the events of 9-11 and has manipulated the grief of the country” Hoffman

    Richard “Bush’s plans for war are a bizarre bad dream” Gere

    Spike “the German and French governments should be commended” Lee

    Among others.

    Dissent is the cornerstone of our Republic right? The marketplace of ideas reigns supreme in a well educated, free society right? Honest men can disagree honestly right? Ho ho, not if you dare speak ill of either President Bush, his foreign policy or the war effort. Especially if you are an entertainer. Why, if some entertainer did that, they would be evil. Or so according to Mr. Farah.

    If we support these leeches, we contribute to the surrender of our culture to an anti-American value system.

    We have to fight back. That means confrontation.

    Each individual action may seem too insignificant to trifle with, yet, as Edmund Burke said, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

    A quote that is most often used at the end of movies dealing with the Holocaust or genocide is now being uttered to smear entertainers (or anyone else for that matter) who do not fall in line with Mr. Farah’s ideology. Nice. A nice little phrase that, up until this point, has been used sparingly by educated historians to worn and teach society that good men can indeed conquer evil, has now been put into play by liberty hating war mongers.

    But oh, that’s not all! Deviating completely from the these entertainers and what they say on their own time, Mr. Farah suggests what the movie industry needs is some good old fashioned purification…by the church.

    There was a time, not long ago, in this country when the church played a powerful role in influencing the entertainment industry. From 1933 until the late 1960s, every major Hollywood studio submitted its scripts for approval to the Protestant Film Office and the Roman Catholic Church’s Legion of Decency. When the churches abandoned Hollywood (not the other way around, by the way), the negative result was both predictable and dramatic.

    Ok, ok. If you don’t want to go to the movies, for the love of G-d, don’t go. If you don’t want your kids to go, don’t let them. But, Mr. Farah, and I don’t know how to say this so I’ll quote my favorite character in literature, as the inexorable John Galt would say:

    Mr. Farah, “get the hell out of my way”.


    Justin M. Stoddard’s quasi syndicated column originates at shrubbloggers.com, where he serves as a self described guardian of liberty.


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    Follow up to There’s a War a’ Brewin’
    September 5, 2003 — 6:00 pm

    Jacob Hornberger of the Future of Freedom Foundation has posted an article entitled More Shame on WorldNetDaily in response to the current hubbub between libertarians and WorldNet Daily:

    Moreover, at the time that WND published Mercer’s false, baseless, and insidious insinuation regarding Sheldon, both she and the executives at WND knew full well that there have been people whose professional careers and lives have been ruined because of their association with Holocaust revisionism. Out of all the national and international persons and organizations that supposedly share Sheldon’s position on the land issue in Israel, what would motivate Mercer and WND to pick the one that would be most likely to damage him – along with the organizations and publications with which he is associated – the most? Only Mercer and WND can answer that question.

    This is a must read.

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    Exclusive! Joseph Farah is a Useful Idiot!
    September 4, 2003 — 7:30 pm

    Breaking News

    An Honest Man Justin M. Stoddard


    Shrubbloggers.com Exclusive Commentary


    Joseph Farah is a Useful Idiot


    Posted: September 4, 2003
    7:30 p.m. Central

    © 2003 Shrubbloggers.com

    Joseph Farah of World Net Daily is at it again.

    The last time I read an “exclusive” commentary by Farah, he was singing the praises of convicted murderer Clara Harris:

    When David Harris emerged from the hotel and tried to get in Bridges’ truck, Clara Harris hit the gas on her Mercedes and ran over Harris, shearing the passenger door right off the home wrecker’s Navigator. She ran over him a few more times to make sure he was dead.

    Then, she apologized to the creep and told him how much she loved him.

    Clara Harris is on trial for murder in Houston.

    I say: Free Clara Harris. We need more women like her. Live like her.

    He then goes on to say:

    There is no accountability any more for the kind of wanton irresponsibility David “The Creep” Harris showed toward his wife and his children. There’s no penalty any more for adultery, for abandonment of one’s spouse and children. The state doesn’t get involved except to divide up the property and sort out custody issues. No one is punished.

    Do you understand the line of reasoning here? If the state won’t step in and kill these adulterers, any random cuckold or jilted wife should feel free to met out the ultimate punishment. Yup, bury that cheating spouse up to their neck and stone em’ to a bloody pulp. Or, just run over them a few times, whichever is more convenient.

    Joseph Farah enlightens us further with this proclamation:

    If I were on that jury, I would find Clara Harris not guilty. After she was sprung, I’d give her a medal. She did the world a favor. She may have acted emotionally. She may be sorry for what she has done. But, frankly, she did the right thing. That creep deserved what he got.

    After digesting this amazingly muddleheaded “exclusive”, I came to the quick conclusion that Joseph Farah is criminally insane.

    I have done a good job of avoiding his column, until today. Wondering if Mr. Farah had weighed in on the current libertarian – WND controversy, I clicked on his “Between the Lines” graphic this morning only to be greeted by this headline:

    Bring Back the Hollywood blacklist

    Quoting an interview given by Johnny Depp this past weekend, where he expressed the United States is a “dumb puppy that has big teeth”, Farah exclaims:

    I say we should make certain this scumbucket never works in America again.

    That’s right. I mean it’s time to bring back the Hollywood blacklist.

    More on Mr. Farah’s comments later. According to Reuters, Depp’s complete comments are as follows:

    “America is dumb, it’s like a dumb puppy that has big teeth that can bite and hurt you, aggressive.”

    “My daughter is four, my boy is one. I’d like them to see America as a toy, a broken toy. Investigate it a little, check it out, get this feeling and then get out.”

    “I was ecstatic they re-named ‘French Fries’ as ‘Freedom Fries’. Grown men and women in positions of power in the U.S. government showing themselves as idiots.”

    Now, I have to tell you, compared to the regular irrationality spewing forth from Hollywood, this actually seems like a well reasoned analogy.

    America, duped into accepting an immoral and illegal preemptive war doctrine, supported by overzealous hyper-patriotism, has projected its military might to every corner of the globe. Thanks to Bill Clinton and George W. Bush, the sun does not set on the American Empire.

    As for the Freedom Fries comment. Well, like the comedian said, Congress would have a public Bald Eagle Fu#@%ing contest if they thought it would impress you.

    Ok, back to Joseph Farah’s proposed blacklist:

    Depp may be the latest offender, but he’s such a lightweight on the intellectual scale that he hardly deserves to be first.

    The charge of being an intellectual lightweight is striking. Remember, this is coming from a man who not only believes in, but advocates murdering your spouse if he/she is cheating on you.

    Harrison Ford also makes the list for this rather tame statement:

    I am very disturbed about the direction American foreign policy is going. Something need to be done to help alleviate the conditions which have created a disenfranchised and angry faction in the Middle East. i don’t think that military intervention is the correct solution. I regret what we as a country have done so far.”

    WOW! Pretty subversive stuff that! Better call the FBI, we have a real terrorist sympathizer in our midst.

    Of course, other celebrities adorn the list as well. Martin Sheen, Mike Farrell, Sheryl Crow, The Dixie Chicks (GO DIXIE CHICKS!), Richard Geere, Sean Penn, Harry Belafonte, Danny Glover, George Looney (Hardy Har Har), and Tim Robbins, among others.

    Mr. Farah states:

    It’s time to silence these people. It’s time to force them to get real jobs and perform real work and learn the unusual and undeserved blessings America has bestowed upon them.

    This execrable statement is so full of crap, it’s mind blowing. Even though Mr. Farah wants to force these entertainers to get “real jobs”, he never offers any suggestions. Is a “real job” writing for the now Neo-Conservative rag World Net Daily? And, what of the entertainers whose views actually agree with Joseph Farah? Are their jobs “real”? Or, is the definition of “real work” dependent upon your political philosophy? Did Ronald Reagan have a “real job” when he was an actor? How about John Wayne? Or Toby Keith?

    Furthermore, what are these unusual or undeserved blessings Mr. Farah speaks of? Blessings of wealth? Fame? If so, is it really intellectually honest to claim they are in fact “unusual” or “undeserved”? As far as I know, (and my good friend Eric can correct me if I’m wrong, as he is a genius when it comes to the free market) the free market makes no such distinction.

    These entertainers are wealthy and famous because millions of individuals make the conscious and heroic choice to trade their money for the product these entertainers offer.

    Again, I’ll ask, are these blessings “unusual” or “undeserved” for entertainers like Toby Keith or Ronald Reagan?

    Mr. Farah then reverts to the most pervasive and intellectually lazy argument coming out of the far right these days:

    And, as America finds itself beleaguered in the world against – literally surrounded by – enemies who seek to destroy it, we cannot allow traitors privileged status in the entertainment industry.

    I’m sorry Mr. Farah, you receive an F. Besides the obvious hyperbole, this tripe reads like a cheap, dime store detective novel. My four year old daughter puts more thought into writing her name than went into this comedic effort.

    Scare mongering aside, it is time Mr. Farah and his ilk learn that words have meaning. Think about it. Mr. Farah is suggesting that statements like:

    “America is a dumb puppy” – Johnny Depp

    I am very disturbed about the direction American foreign policy is taking.” – Harrison Ford

    And:

    “Just so you know, we’re ashamed President Bush is from Texas.” – The Dixie Chicks (to a live audience during a show in England

    should be equated to the actions of real traitors like Aldrich Ames, Alger Hiss or The Rosenbergs.

    Mr. Farah offers no distinction. Speak publicly against American foreign policy and you are a traitor, case closed.

    Boycott these entertainers if you must but, please, tone down the irresponsible rhetoric.

    Mr. Farah concedes, graciously:

    I don’t think people should go to jail for their anti-American views. I just think they should never work in the entertainment industry again. If they like it better somewhere else, let them make films and television shows and records in that country.

    And finally concludes with:

    So, this time, America, the blacklisting is up to you. Make your list, and stop supporting movies, TV shows, TV sponsors, record companies, etc. which hire these louts.

    Personally, I’m starting with “Pirates of the Caribbean.”

    Personally, I’m happy to hear that my chances of bumping into Joseph Farah at the movie theatre has decreased that much more. Now, I’m off to see the excellent “Pirates of the Caribbean” (8 1/2 out of 10 stars) for a second time.


    Justin M. Stoddard’s quasi syndicated column originates at shrubbloggers.com, where he serves as a self described guardian of liberty.


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    Shout Out
    September 3, 2003 — 7:30 pm

    I would be remiss if I didn’t give my own Shout Out (in response to Eric’s Shout Outs)

    First, let me give a huge shout out to Karen De Coster. Karen is a regular contributor to lewrockwell.com, the premier Paleo-Libertarian site on the Web. (Though I am not in total agreement with the philosophy of Paleo-Libertarianism, I visit the site daily. If we can live in a society where all Libertarians have to disagree about are issues amongst themselves, it would be a very nice society indeed).

    Anyway, Karen was kind enough to post an entry on her blog about us. Thanks Karen! I would encourage anyone who reads this blog to head on over there and give it a gander. I visit at least once a day and am never disappointed.

    Let me give another shout out to all my friends out there. Dorian, Greg, Brian and Sean…thanks for stopping by and contributing. It makes the experience all the more enjoyable.

    And, of course, a big St. Louis shout out to Eric. Since I moved away from the D.C. area we haven’t seen each other in person. However, he always has time to answer my emails and chat on the phone from time to time. See you at Thanksgiving Eric!

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    There’s a War a’ Brewin’
    September 3, 2003 — 5:00 pm

    There is currently an all out war brewing with Libertarians and Paleo-Libertarians on one side and Conservatives and Neo-Conservatives on the other.

    The first salvo was fired on August 18th when Ilana Mercer of World Net Daily wrote an article entitled Libertarians Who Loath Israel. Towards the end of her column, Ilana writes the following:

    I understand that libertarians like Sheldon Richman (and the Holocaust-denying Institute for Historical Review) believe, mistakenly, that all “the land” belongs to the Arabs. No doubt, American libertarians speak with the authority that comes from having the finest fathers a nation could wish for.

    Understandably, Sheldon Richman (of the Future of Freedom Foundation) took offense to the smear as the Institute for Historical Review has nothing to do with Libertarianism. World Net Daily was gracious enough to offer space on their pages for a rebuttal. Mr. Richman had this to say:

    Ilana Mercer inserts, strangely, “I understand that libertarians like Sheldon Richman (and the Holocaust-denying Institute for Historical Review) believe, mistakenly, that all ‘the land’ belongs to the Arabs.” After making this hit-and-run charge, she blithely moves on to other matters. As readers might suspect, there are serious problems with this sentence.

    By writing “I understand …” Mercer was declaring that she had not confirmed what she was about to say. In the first version of her article, no citation or link to anything I wrote or said was provided. This self-proclaimed advocate of reason expected readers to take her on faith. (A real champion of reason would know that readers care more for hard facts than a writer’s vague “understandings.”)

    To which Ilana Mercer responds in an article entitled Foaming at the Mouth Over Israel

    Meanwhile, one particular paragraph in “Libertarians Who Loathe Israel” caused another libertarian scribe, Sheldon Richman, considerable apoplexy, eliciting some strange interpretations. I wrote:

    I understand that libertarians like Sheldon Richman (and the Holocaust-denying Institute for Historical Review) believe, mistakenly, that all “the land” belongs to the Arabs.

    To begin with, and for some unreason, Richman decided that the phrase “I understand” was an expression of uncertainty on my part: “By writing ‘I understand,’ Mercer was declaring that she had not confirmed what she was about to say,” he writes in a bizarre retort published by WorldNetDaily. I was, he asserts, unsure about his position on Israel in “Cant and the Middle East” and was hazarding a guess.

    Now, Jacob Hornberger of the Future of Freedom Foundation and a recent candidate for a Senate seat from the state of Virginia, jumps into the fray with an article entitled Shame on World Net Daily:

    Ask yourself: In comparing positions on who has title to land in Israel, why didn’t Mercer simply select libertarian organizations that have taken the same position as Sheldon? After all, wasn’t the title of her article Libertarians Who Loathe Israel? Or why not simply compare Sheldon’s land position to, say, that of Arab organizations?

    Why, indeed? There is one and only one answer: Mercer doesn’t like Sheldon’s position on the land issue and decided to use the comparison with the Holocaust-denying Institute for Historical Review as a way to smear him for his position on the land issue.

    This raises the role of the conservative WorldNetDaily in this entire sordid affair.

    Now things start to get personal as Robert James Bidinotto enters the picture. I don’t know much about Mr. Bidinotto but from what I can glean from his webpage, he appears to be an Objectivist. Mr. Bidinotto has this to say:

    Ilana (she’s a friend, so I’ll call her that) has a perfectly good point. There’s a curious moral asymmetry among some self-styled lovers of Liberty and Justice, who rage against Israel for targeting the likes of Hamas terrorists in self-defense, yet who simultaneously exude boundless sympathy toward those who encourage their kids to strap on explosives and blow themselves up, along with scores of innocent noncombatants in buses, restaurants, and nightclubs. For most Americans, this is an easy moral call; but then again, most Americans aren’t libertarian anarchists.

    And this:

    I would have stayed out of this particular little spat except for two things.

    First, I don’t much like it when men gang up on a lady–especially a lady whom I know to be honorable.

    Second, it so happens that I’ve had a bit of first-hand experience with Mr. Hornberger concerning the matters that he says so concern him: false and despicable insinuations, smears, and deliberate misrepresentations of the truth.

    Finally, Mr. Bidinotto lays into Jacob Hornberger for what appears to be a past slight in one of Hornberger’s Articles. He finishes his defense of Ilana Mercer with this parting shot:

    If Mr. Richman needs a defender concerned with the truth, it should be someone other than Bumper Hornberger.

    Now Wendy McElroy, a gifted writer and founder of the Libertarian ifeminist.com steps into the fight with a very well reasoned and accurate synopsis of the whole affair.

    I have no axe to grind. I am on cordial terms with Mercer and I do not know Bidinotto. The Middle East is not a “flash point” issue with me, although I once addressed the subject at length in an audio-documentary (more on this later). Sheldon Richman (hereafter Sheldon) is a good friend but I would not hesitate to disagree with him on issues or theory because I know he views honest disagreements as interesting rather than offensive.

    I write because it is unconscionable that Sheldon’s name has been linked to Holocaust denial and that his views are distorted to make it appear that he condoned the terrorist murder of innocents.

    And

    I do not know why Bidinotto decided to “up the ante,” so to speak, on Mercer’s attack and inquiring after motives is usually fruitless. Instead I will simply state that he also owes Sheldon an apology — one that is as public as the offense.

    The broad movement of libertarianism/Objectivism is very quick to malign. Perhaps that is human nature. But let’s also be quick to correct any misstatements that threaten to harm the lives of fine and decent human beings.

    No answer yet from Ilana Mercer or Mr. Bidinotto. However, World Net Daily has published two more articles about the issue. The latest from Ilana Mercer titled The Nature of the Jewish State begins like this:

    Just when you thought the extremist anti-Israel campaigning could not get any worse, from the palsied haters come more charges: Zionism is intellectually consistent with Jim Crow racism. And Israel practices institutional racism – indeed, is an apartheid state, as one libertarian (who else?)

    Also, Tom Abrose published a particularly vile column in World Net Daily entitled Big, Bad Israel?. Here is the opening paragraph to this screed:

    There has been a recent rise in revisionist rants and sycophantic screeds promoting the pro-Palestinian pap normally associated with the lunatic left, Holocaust deniers (who claim to have no position on Israel but who promote literature which indicates otherwise) and radical Islamists. However, it is not these usual suspects who are responsible for this rise in rubbish, but rather a fringe faction of prominent libertarian pundits who, in thinking themselves wise, have proven themselves to be intellectual Pygmies.

    Looking back at the entire argument, I see the Libertarian side acting in an honorable manner, always relying on their arguments instead of vile name calling. Contrast that with any given article either written by or in defense of World Net Daily.

    Intellectual Pygmies? Tsk, tsk…

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    Values and PFC Lynch
    September 2, 2003 — 9:00 pm

    Loyalty, Duty, Respect, Selfless Service, Honor, Integrity and Personal Courage.

    These are the seven values each individual soldier in the United States Army are supposed to embrace.

    In fact, the Army feels so strongly about these values, it issues each soldier not one, but two “Values cards” to be carried with him/her at all times, one in your wallet, one on your dog tags. Never mind that the whole concept of a “Values card” is completely asinine. One could imagine a soldier, caught in some ethical discord, pulling out his card to remind him how to act.

    “Oh yeah, integrity! Thank goodness I have this handy dandy card with me, otherwise I would be adrift with no moral compass to guide me”

    Most soldiers I know recognize this tripe for what it is, a bullet on some anonymous Colonel’s (soon to be General) Officer Evaluation Report.

    The entire concept of these cards is insulting to the point of resigned laughter and is further indication of how (or what) our leadership really thought of us.

    Never-the-less, no matter how misguided the concept of “values cards” may be, the underlying principle is sound. The aforementioned values are a necessity in all combat units and any commander would be proud of an organization that lived by them.

    Unfortunately, the Army, and individual soldiers don’t always live by these rules. Take the Jessica Lynch story for example.

    Jessica Lynch’s story is an amazing tale of heroism and fortitude. While riding in a convoy on 23 March, 2003, Lynch and her fellow soldiers came under attack when her convoy made a wrong turn near the town of An Nasiriyah.

    Sensing imminent danger and recognizing a nearly hopeless situation, PFC Lynch grabbed her M-16 and emptied numerous 30 round magazines into the advancing horde. When her ammunition ran out, PFC Lynch reverted to hand-to-hand combat, eventually succumbing to a bullet wound and a close combat knife injury, not to mention a broken leg.

    Later, while in captivity, PFC Lynch was beaten on a daily basis. Her torture was so brutal, another limb was broken because the resolute PFC from West Virginia refused to cooperate with her captors.

    Days later, an elite group of Special Forces and Navy Seals risked their lives rescuing PFC Lynch from the medieval torture chamber. Jessica was saved and a full account of her traumatic events would both horrify and solidify a reeling nation. PFC Lynch was a first class hero, an inspiration to all fighting men an women and the public back home who supported them.

    A wonderful story to be sure, if a word of it were true.

    Even though the Army made absolutely no effort to correct the stories being told about PFC Lynch’s actions during the battle of An Nasiriyah, dedicated sources and reporters behind the scenes were beginning to paint an altogether different picture.

    It was soon discovered that it was highly unlikely PFC Lynch was ever tortured while in captivity. In fact, the Iraqis tried to return her to friendly forces a couple of days before the highly publicized rescue only to be rebuffed when their ambulance was fired upon by soldiers at an American checkpoint.

    Iraqi doctors who looked after PFC Lynch insisted she received the best medical attention possible under the circumstances. It was even reported that one Iraqi nurse brought in her children to help comfort PFC Lynch and sang lullabies to her as she drifted to sleep each night. In fact, at least one American doctor has gone on record saying that had it not been for the immediate medical attention received while in captivity, PFC Lynch would probably not be with us today.

    As for the adrenalin packed rescue operation, numerous witnesses claim the Iraqi Paramilitary forces stationed in and around the hospital pulled out of the area several days before. Iraqi doctors and patients were bemused and a tad confused by the American’s actions that night. While Rangers created a diversion in the distance, Special Operations soldiers swooped down upon the hospital, kicking in doors and creating havoc. At least one Iraqi doctor offered the soldiers the keys to the hospital, which were refused.

    Once inside the hospital, the American forces restrained the doctors, nurses and several patients, one paralyzed, with quick ties. One nurse was taken to a detention center and kept there for three days. PFC Lynch was whisked away in an awaiting helicopter and shortly thereafter, all soldiers departed the scene.

    Shortly after the rescue, a horrific picture began to emerge about PFC Lynch’s captivity. Fortunately, very little of it was grounded in reality. Unfortunately, neither the Army or the Department of Defense attempted to correct any of the false hoods being circulated.

    Immediately after the rescue, PFC Lynch was recommended for the Silver Star, the United States Army’s third highest award for gallantry in action against the enemy. To put a Silver Star in context, here is what a common citation looked like during the Vietnam War:

    At approximately 1400 hours, Company A, was moving along the side of Fire Support Base Airborne when the lead platoon’s movement was checked by a heavy barrage of automatic weapons, rocket propelled grenade, and small arms fire. Specialist Fry was at the very front position, moving toward the well-placed enemy fortifications. With complete disregard for his own safety, he laid down a heavy volume of fire with his M-16 rifle, providing cover for the other members of his platoon. At this time, a rocket propelled grenade exploded near his position, seriously wounding him. Refusing medical aid, Specialist Fry continued retaliatory fire until another rocket propelled grenade exploded near his position, mortally wounding him. His courageous action contributed highly to the success of the mission and to the defeat of the enemy force. Specialist Fry’s personal bravery and devotion to duty were in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great credit upon himself, his unit, and the United States Army.

    Now, according to the U.S. Army Official Report in the 507th maintenance Co.: An Nasiriya, Iraq (page 14), this is the extent of PFC Lynch’s contribution to the fight:

    There were five soldiers in 1SG Dowdy’s vehicle: 1SG Dowdy, his driver PFC Piestewa, and three Soldiers in the back-PFC Lynch, SGT Buggs and PFC Anguiano. 1SG Dowdy was killed on impact. Peistewa survived the crash, but was seriously injured and died in captivity. Lynch was also seriously injured and captured. The circumstances of Bugg’s and Anguiano’s deaths remain under investigation.

    So, basically, PFC Lynch was the victim of unfortunate circumstances. After her vehicle was fired upon, it accelerated at a high rate of speed only to collide with the vehicle in front of them. PFC Lynch was knocked unconscious and was not revived until she was in captivity.

    Contrary to popular belief, her weapon was never fired. In fact, nearly half the weapons used that day jammed due to poor maintenance.

    Quite a different story than the one being circulated after her rescue. Unfortunately, many still believe the false account of events.

    To be fair, PFC Lynch did not receive the Silver Star. I guess some General or Sergeant Major just couldn’t let that one go. So, in the interest of fairness, PFC Lynch was instead awarded the less prestigious Bronze Star. Though lesser in stature, the Bronze Star still demands a very high criteria to be awarded:

    a. The Bronze Star Medal was established by Executive Order 9419, 4 February 1944 (superseded by Executive Order 11046, 24 August 1962).

    b. The Bronze Star Medal is awarded to any person who, while serving in any capacity in or with the Army of the United States after 6 December 1941, distinguished himself or herself by heroic or meritorious achievement or service, not involving participation in aerial flight, in connection with military operations against an armed enemy; or while engaged in military operations involving conflict with an opposing armed force in which the United States is not a belligerent party.

    c. Awards may be made for acts of heroism, performed under circumstances described above, which are of lesser degree than required for the award of the Silver Star.

    PFC Lynch’s Citation reads:

    For exemplary courage under fire during combat operations to liberate Iraq, in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Private First Class Lynch’s bravery and heart persevered while surviving in the ambush and captivity in An Nasiriya. Private First Class Lynch’s belief in the Battalion’s motto “One Team, One Fight” is in keeping with the finest traditions of military service. her honor, courage and dedication reflect great credit upon herself, 507th Maintenance Company, 3rd Infantry division, Victory Corps and The United States Army

    When Retired Colonel David Hackworth, America’s most decorated living soldier, called the Pentagon to ask why “the citation included the word ‘bravery’ when according to the Army’s After Action Report, Jessica was injured in a collision, which rendered her unconscious until she awoke in an Iraqi hospital as a POW?” his answer was “It was for bravery in the hospital”.

    It was announced today that Jessica Lynch signed a one Million dollar book deal to tell her side of the story. Don’t expect any startling revelations however. According to Lynch’s doctor and family, Jessica is suffering from amnesia and may never be able to account for what occurred during both the attack and her resulting captivity.

    So, what, exactly, will she write about?

    “Many folks have written, expressing their support for me and the for the thousands of other soldiers who serve their country”, Jessica said in a statement issued by her publisher, “I feel I owe them all this story, which will be about more than a girl going off to war and fighting alongside her fellow soldiers. It will be a story about growing up in America”.

    Meanwhile, thousands of injured soldiers, including amputees, soldiers with severe burn trauma, lost eyesight, etc, are piling up in the D.C. area under the care of the Walter Reed Medical system. Although most of their wounds were received during actual combat operations, no book deals or hero’s welcome will be coming their way anytime soon.

    In fact, the true number of injured American servicemen and women is actually classified. Nearly all of these soldiers will soon be facing a medical discharge with only a faltering, overtaxed Veterans Administration and ever decreasing benefits available to take care of them.

    I submit that if Jessica Lynch is truly concerned about the fellow soldiers she “fought alongside” of, she should immediately donate every penny received from her book deal to their cause. God knows they are going to need it.

    Furthermore, if the much tauted Army Values are to mean anything, the United States Army will have to give a full account of the Jessica Lynch episode.

    Jessica Lynch, herself, should stand up and state that in no uncertain terms, the accolades and the medal (Bronze Star) awarded her are totally undeserved.

    Some people have told me that Jessica Lynch bears no responsibility for these events, that I am being rather unfair towards her. I cannot disagree more. Jessica Lynch was a Soldier. Yet, even though she was trained and indoctrinated with the core Army Values, she allowed a lie to be perpetrated. And now, she is one Million dollars richer because of that lie

    I guess Fairy Tales can come true.

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    Homeschooling
    September 1, 2003 — 8:00 pm

    I’d like to point everyone’s attention to Harper’s Magazine’s cover story for the month of September.

    “Against School” is John Taylor Gatto’s damning indictment of the public education system. Although most everyone is familiar with the outcome of public education, the origins of compulsory schooling is much more esoteric.

    Born of Prussian ideology and early industrialization, public schooling was the perfect antithesis to democratic thought. Through a system of reflexive learning, forced conformity, standardized testing and artificial socialization, it is no wonder why children’s critical thinking abilities are constantly immolated.

    This is just one reason why we have chosen to homeschool our two daughters. I simply cannot, in good conscience, hand my children over to the state for 12 of their most impressionable years. I am convinced that what they can learn from us, and our support group, will far outweigh the drivel they would consume in our local “education” factories.

    I am not shy when talking about my intentions. I am lucky enough to live in a state with some of the most liberal home school laws on the books. But even here, I am confronted with a myriad of reactions when I inform people, usually as a result of their inquiry, that my wife and I will be homeschooling our children.

    The responses run from “Wow! I could never do that!” to “You can’t do that!” to “Good for you!”.

    Fist, “Wow! I could never do that!”. Sure you could! More and more people are homeschooling today. In fact, it is estimated that nearly 4 million children now receive their education at home. This is astounding as not more than 15 years ago, homeschoolers were being carted away by the authorities for breaking any number of state sponsored laws. With more and more parents getting intimately involved in their child’s education, states are losing ground in any number of legal battles. Overzealous prosecutors, and state politicians are getting the message that children are not, in fact, a commodity of the state. Children’s education and knowledge are by rights their own intellectual property. So, now is the best time to homeschool. Sure, sacrifice is needed on the part of parents. However, with the rise of homeschool associations and legal defense funds founded primarily to defend the idea of homeschooling, the practice is becoming easier as it becomes more widespread.

    Next, “You can’t do that!”. This statement is most often delivered in a matter-of-fact tone, sometimes with a smirk, sometimes with a faint snarl. The reasons are legion. It creates a disadvantage for children who are schooled publicly. Your child will suffer from a lack of socialization (whatever the hell that means). You cannot possibly be smart enough to educate a child for 12 years. You lack any accreditation. Ad infinitum it goes.

    First, I really don’t care about children in public education. They have parents to worry about them. I worry about my own children thank you very much. As for the tired old “socialization” argument. I love and respect my children so much that even though I am willing to sacrifice countess hours of my time, and a second income to ensure a solid education, in doing so, they will never leave the house, never interact with another child…blah blah blah… Our girls attend ballet lessons, they have play groups, they will be starting music lessons soon. You see, instead of being a target for any random psychopath our public schools, they socialize with other children with like interests, and they have fun doing it. Remember fun?

    I am not a teacher. I hold not one teaching accreditation. There are subjects I am weak in. I recognize that and strive to improve myself daily. Homeschooling is a learning process for both parent and child. If I am uncomfortable teaching a subject (like mathematics for example), I will find a tutor or a homeschooling group to teach this subject for me. A great deal of work, to be sure. However, nobody ever said having children would be easy.

    And that is the crux of the problem as I see it. Too many people have children without realizing the consequences involved. Why worry about their education? After all, the state takes care of that. Well, not in this house buster. My children will grow to become good citizens instead of just good consumers.

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    Are You a Neocon?
    August 29, 2003 — 10:30 pm

    Take the Quiz.

    It rates me thusly:

    Isolationist

    The term isolationist is most often used negatively; few people who share its beliefs use it to describe their own foreign policy perspective. They believe in “America first.” For them, national sovereignty trumps international relations. Many unions, libertarians, and anti-globalization protesters share isolationist tenets.

    Isolationists

    -Are wary of US involvement in the United Nations
    -Oppose international law, alliances, and agreements
    -Believe the US should not act as a global cop
    -Support trade practices that protect American workers
    -Oppose liberal immigration
    -Oppose American imperialism
    -Desire to preserve what they see as America’s national identity and character

    Modern isolationist:
    Author/Commentator Pat Buchanan

    Ok, that’s almost correct, I guess. However, I do not, in any way “support trade practices that protect American workers”, and I do not “oppose liberal immigration”.

    On the contrary, I am for breaking down nearly all trade barriers and abolishing tarrifs. As for immigration, well, shouldn’t freedom of movement and association be a basic human right?

    I’m not all that excited about being lumped in with Pat Buchanan either. Perhaps we could switch him for Gore Vidal?

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    Heroic Man Rips into Ashcroft
    August 27, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    I’d like to shake this guys hand, not because he is “with” Lyndon LaRouche but because he had the balls to stand up to one of the most misanthropic haters of liberty the Executive office has ever seen.

    “Mr. Ashcroft, I’m with Lyndon LaRouche. We would like to know which of your terrorists are going to be used for a new 9/11, you and (Vice President) Dick Cheney (news – web sites),” said the heckler, who got into the room in a downtown Detroit convention center by posing as a TV reporter.

    “Tell them how you lie to the American people,” he added.

    Ashcroft and more than one red-faced police officer were visibly angered by the outburst from the man, who then left the convention center unescorted and joined dozens of anti-government demonstrators outside.

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    A Radical Idea
    August 26, 2003 — 9:00 pm

    A few years ago, while attending the Chinese Basic Course at the Defense Language Institute, a good friend of mine ran into quite the conundrum. While dressing for the day, he forgot to put on his belt. This may be a common occurrence in everyday life, however, in the military, it is a huge faux paus. While making our way to class, careful to dodge anyone in the position of authority lest they try to correct this obvious disregard for regulation, I consoled my friend. I suggested the solution was very simple. Just hop on over to Clothing Sales during lunch and pick up an oversized, regulation, Cardigan sweater. That way, the bottom of the sweater would hide the fact that no belt was being worn (this was a dress uniform).

    Or, my good friend Sean interjected, you could just go to Clothing Sales and buy a belt…you moron.

    I cannot begin to explain how incredibly stupid I felt at that moment. Yes, the story is amusing and, it still makes me chuckle to this day. However, at the time, my lack of logical reasoning simply dumbfounded me.

    I bring this up because I get the sense that many people are suffering from the same phenomenon. Today, at work, I mentioned that the United States now has the highest prison population of any country in the world. Nearly 2% of our population is currently behind bars. If you are a black male, you have a 1 in 5 chance of being incarcerated at least once in your lifetime.

    My audience was wholly unsympathetic. One answer to the problem was this:

    Yeah, well how many people would commit crimes if we just, you know, started chopping off hands or poking out eyes for various offences?

    I have no doubt this person was being totally sincere as I have run into the same opinions over and over again while discussing this issue. My answer is always the same.

    Or, we could endeavor to decriminalize victimless crimes like prostitution, gambling, and drug use, just for starters.

    While mulling that over I then ask

    Is justice really served by incarcerating people for smoking a joint in their own home? Do individuals really deserve to face a prison term with all the possibilities of assault, rape or AIDS because of an act that affects no one but himself?

    I am usually scoffed at but there are times, albeit few and far between, when a person is actually intrigued enough to continue the discussion.

    “I never thought of it that way” some end up saying.

    That’s the most gratifying statement of all.

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    No Place Like Home?
    August 26, 2003 — 6:00 pm

    This is not the Portland I once knew and loved…

    Courtesy of Strike the Root

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    The Ruling Class
    August 25, 2003 — 9:00 pm

    Have you heard about the 28th Amendment to the United States Constitution yet? If not, I’m sure Reps. Charles Stenholm, D-Texas, and Roscoe Bartlett, R-Md., will be very happy to fill you in.

    It seems that these poor, wretched souls spend nearly all of their elected time in office raising monies and campaigning for the next general election (every two years for the House of Representatives). They really don’t think that’s fair at all.

    “James Madison and the other writers of the Constitution would be appalled if they knew we never shut down our campaigns,” quips Bartlett.

    Indeed.

    So, what’s the solution? Why, amend the Constitution to allow Representatives to serve longer terms. It would work like this. At the beginning of the decade, when an election coincides with the National Census, Representatives would be elected to a two year term of office. The next two terms would be four-year terms.

    Representative Stenholm chimes in on the proposal:

    “I thought the forefathers were pretty smart in holding representatives accountable through two-year terms. Then I gradually watched the tremendous change in our political process, and the amount of money getting involved.”

    Stenholm has been “representing” the people of his state since 1978. This smacks of nothing more than another career politician making an overt power grab to the detriment of our once beloved Republic.

    The House of Representatives was designed to be a large, rotating body of individuals for a simple reason, to avoid Demagoguery and to discourage any one powerful group or groups to hold sway over the rest of the assembled delegates. A term of two years is just about enough time to get in there, represent your constituents and when your term of office is over, return home to live among the citizenry once again.

    Indeed, that is the very essence of representation. Citizen legislators, who live and work with their neighbors, travel to Washington to ensure the people they represent are heard. The idea is to then return to the fold, as is where, and continue a productive life.

    The question is, can a “Representative” like Charles Stenholm, who has served in office for 25 years, really represent his constitutes? Has he held any other jobs those long 25 years? If not, how does he know what it is like running a business, or a farm, or a household for that matter?

    Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for “honorable men” such as Stenholm and Bartlett to seek out honest work. The answer is simple, and was once much in favor. Term limits.

    Imagine, for a moment, if individuals in the House of Representatives were only allowed to serve not more than 3 consecutive terms of office (for a total of 6 years), and Senators were limited to two terms (for a total of 12 years). What could the possible benefits be? Well, no more worrying about re-elections and all the baggage that comes along with it. Representatives would be able to spend more time worrying about their constituents than their legacy.

    Term limits are certainly not a new idea. In fact, many people don’t realize that the executive branch is restricted to two terms of office by the 22nd Amendment of the Constitution. People got a little jumpy when Franklin D. Roosevelt attempted (and succeeded) at several end runs around the Constitution and used his status as a war time President to get elected an unprecedented 4 terms. Luckily, natural term limits eventually took its course as Roosevelt died going into his 13th year in office.

    I know the stock answers to this argument. I know people say it is an assault upon the foundations of democracy to dictate to the masses just how long they can elect an individual to office. The answer is simple. Thankfully, the quagmire of democracy was never intended for us. Ask a founding father what they thought of the concept of democracy and I’m sure you would have received an earful.

    Our founders understood that a rigid system of both checks and balances and a certain distance from mob mentality was the best way to make this country grow. The House of Representatives would be the voice of the People. Individuals elected to this office would most certainly be a first among equals, someone well respected, who had a good head for business, or farming, and most of all, a strong education in the subject of liberty.

    The Senate was to be elected by the State Legislators as a check against the House of Representatives. This would be a body of individuals partially removed from the popular vote, and more inclined to act in the interest of their state than smaller groups of individuals.

    Put this together with the Executive branch, elected by Electoral College, and the Judiciary, mainly appointments and you have a nice set of checks and balances

    These systems of Checks and Balances have already been struck a terrible blow by the passage of the 17th Amendment, relinquishing the election of Senators to the will of the popular vote. Now Reps. Charles Stenholm, D-Texas, and Roscoe Bartlett, R-Md want to strike another blow.

    I say, send these cretins packing

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    Alabama, You Got The Weight On Your Shoulders…
    August 22, 2003 — 8:30 pm

    My good friend Greg recently asked me what I thought about the current “crisis” in Alabama regarding a monument inscribed with the 10 commandments located in the State supreme court.

    Though I know about the case, it hasn’t registered on the top of my radar screen. I took about an hour today to read up on the controversy and various opinions surrounding it and I think I’ve come up with a pretty solid opinion.

    This I know, the separation of Church and State as prescribed in the First Amendment of the Constitution of the United States of America applies only to the Federal Government:

    Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

    The meaning is simple enough. The Federal Government is restricted from either advocating religion or dissuading it. They are to remain neutral on the subject.

    Now, this is where it gets interesting:

    Amendment IX: The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

    Amendment X: The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the states, are reserved to the states respectively, or to the people.

    These two simple amendments are probably the most misunderstood and tragically overlooked in the entire Constitution. Congress, making no judgment on religion, or drugs, or sex, or any infinite number of issues, leaves the decision making up to the states respectively, or to the People.

    So, the Chief Justice of Alabama secretly ushers in a memorial engraved with the 10 commandments into a state courthouse. The question is, does this action run contrary to the Alabama Constitution? If so, it should be removed. If not, it is an issue for the Alabama State Legislators and the State Courts to pick up, if so warranted by the People. Since the monument was not erected in a Federal court, the Federal Government really has nothing to do with it.

    Now, I understand the Alabama Supreme Court ruled yesterday that the monument was indeed in violation of the Alabama Constitution and ordered it removed. Ok, good, remove it. The Chief Justice is now bound by law and oath to obey the law and acquiesce. Instead, he is appealing to the United States Supreme Court, unwittingly becoming a key player in the basic erosion of States’ Rights.

    The Supreme Court of the United States has no authority to hear this case. They should read their Constitution, scroll on down to the 9th and 10th amendments and tell Alabama, in the spirit of Federalism and the Republic they represent, “sorry guys, this one’s all on you”.

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    Eric Stole This Line From Walt Whitman, I’m Stealing it Back!
    August 21, 2003 — 7:00 pm

    I am Vast, I Contain Multitudes

    Holy Cow, I am F.A.T. FAT. I went to the doctor yesterday and weighed in at 230lbs! It seems that, you know, you are actually still supposed to exercise and stuff, even after getting out of the Army.

    So, Tiffany bought me a membership at the local YMCA (a not so subtle hint I suppose, although I should have wised up when she started making oinking sounds everytime I walked by) and I am proud to say I actually went at 0530 this morning to work out on the Elliptical Machine. Other than that, I have cut all candy and soda out of my diet.

    My goal is to lose at least 30 pounds to an eventual streamlined weight of 200lbs. I guess I’ll let you all know how it goes.

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    Amazon.com Reviews
    August 20, 2003 — 7:30 pm

    Every once and a while, I like to hop on over to Amazon.com and browse through the reviews for various books. The good reviews I skip. I only read opinions with 2 or less stars attached to them. Why? Well because they crack me up I guess.

    While some of them are insightful and humorous in their execution, I find the majority of them follow in the “This book sucked” vein. For example, today I checked out two books overwhelmingly loved by liturature fans:

    To Kill a Mockingbird and Catcher in the Rye.

    Here are some of the negative comments for To Kill a Mockingbird: (I just cut and paste, the spelling errors are not mine, for once).

  • This was the worst book ever I. I only read it because I was fourced to in highschool. Anyone who likes this doesnt know anything about American literature!

  • This is another one of those old people books that people say “ooo it is soooo good ” for no reason, and if u wana be smart u got to say it was good. they also say there was so many hidden mesage’s but really they just think that.there are no hidden messages.And you know why harper never wrote another book? cause harper knows that people will want a mesage and there wont be one cause there never was one.

  • Obviously I read a different book than the rest. Thankful I was not forced to finish it. It is a mindless boring book. Save yourself the agony and read something else.

  • And now Catcher in the Rye:

  • I think this book stinks. there were too many stupid curse words. that’s why i disliked this book. if this book is for young adults then why does the author encourage the usage of curse words.

  • You should only read this if you are seriously into character studies. I must admit that I only read the first half of the book and I had to force myself to get that far. The book is plotless. It is all about a few days in the life of a cynical, whiny and immature teenager with nothing to look forward to. A very depressing and hard read.

  • I despised this book. I found Holden to be arrogant, and one of the most annoying people on the planet. Tthe funny thing is, he’s not a person, he’s a character, and he truly made me mad. I had to force myself to finish the book because I would become so annoyed with Holden. It’s a well written book, but I just could not stand him at all. If you are one to get annoyed very easily then do not read this book. Save yourself from the agony. As far as the story goes, it was okay. Things click with you from here and there… reasons for this, reasons for that. In all, I found nothing spectacular about this book and I wouldn’t reccommend it to anyone.

  • Well, at least the last reviewer had something to actually say about the book. However, if a character affects you to that degree, I would have to argue that is actually a good book.

    This puts me in mind of the movie Dancer in the Dark, a film I have yet to see. I have, however, read Roger Ebert’s review of said movie.

    After the screening, the auditorium filled with booing and cheering–so equal in measure that people started booing or cheering at each other.

    I sat in my seat, ready to cheer or boo when I made up my mind. I let the movie marinate, and saw it again, and was able to see what von Trier was trying to do. Having made a “vow of chastity” with his famous Dogma 95 statement, which calls for films to be made more simply with hand-held cameras and available light, he is now divesting himself of modern fashions in plotting. “Dancer in the Dark” is a brave throwback to the fundamentals of the cinema–to heroines and villains, noble sacrifices and dastardly betrayals. The relatively crude visual look underlines the movie’s abandonment of slick modernism.

    “Dancer in the Dark” is not like any other movie at the multiplex this week, or this year. It is not a “well made film,” is not in “good taste,” is not “plausible” or, for many people, “entertaining.” But it smashes down the walls of habit that surround so many movies. It returns to the wellsprings. It is a bold, reckless gesture.

    One lady wrote to him saying:

    While watching the movie Dancer in the Dark, I hovered over the DVD player for nearly an hour trying to push the stop button. It was an emotional battle. I didn’t know whether to hate this movie or to love it, and so there I stood in stasis until the movie was finished.

    To which Roger Ebert replied:

    If you are experiencing those kind of feelings towards a movie, it is most likely a sign of greatness.

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    The Movies and the Social Contract
    August 18, 2003 — 6:00 pm

    Almost more than any other activity, the movie going experience is the ultimate experiment in the “social contract”. To that end, I am becoming increasingly convinced that the best way to gauge a persons intelligence is to simply observe their actions while watching a movie at the local cineplex.

    When I enter a movie theatre, it is likely that I will recognize not one soul sitting in the seats around me. And yet, I fully expect each and every one of them to act in a congenial, polite manner, befitting of any civilized human being. Some may say that I expect too much, that I have no right to project my ideas on others. They may say, “judge not, lest you be judged”. I say hogwash. “Judge and prepare to be judged” is the essence of my nature.

    This last weekend, a good friend and I went to see the movie Open Range. This is a beautifully shot movie, with intriguing characters and a wonderful plot line. Yes, it had its problems but, in the end, it proved to be one of the best made Westerns since the release of Unforgiven. And yet, I could not fully enjoy the experience. I was too distracted by the activity going on around me.

    At one point in the movie, someone’s cell phone rang. Ok, this actually happened to me once and I was mortified. I simply forgot to turn the thing on vibrate before I entered the theatre. Never has anyone powered off a device faster than I did that day. I spent the rest of the movie mentally apologizing to every single patron in that theatre, and rightfully so.

    Of course, this was not the case with this bandit. She let the phone ring several times before putting the damn thing up to her ear and saying in a nice clear voice:

    Hello?
    I’m at the movies…
    [a little louder] The movies…
    Nothing, what are you doing?

    Ok, by this point I was mentally projecting a violent death upon this Troglodyte’s cell phone. While several “SHHHHHHs” failed to persuade her, some enterprising soul finally shouted out:

    Hang that thing up you fucking moron!

    To which she answered:

    Fuck you!

    She did, however, hang up the phone and she got off easy in my opinion. In a just world, she would have been held responsible for the ticket price of every individual unfortunate enough to suffer through her moronically selfish act. It’s a simple case of property theft. I paid 8 bucks to watch that movie and she robbed me of the full experience. Pay up!

    Later, during a particularly poignant scene in the movie, some cretin in the back row started talking to the screen:

    Don’t do it! You’ll regret it!

    This is one phenomenon that simply baffles me. Some people simply think its OK to blurt out whatever they feel at any moment in time. If they are lucky, someone in the audience will guffaw at their lame attempt at humor. Woe to everyone else if this happens. In the mind of this bottom dweller, a snicker is a free pass to ham it up for the rest of the movie.

    Let me give all you would be “screen talkers” a piece of advice. Those huge two dimensional representations of real life up there on the screen…you know, the ones that move and have pretty colors and magically talk to you?

    They can’t hear you. I know this must be a shock to your simian sensibilities but, it is true. They are not real people. This is a M..O..V..I..E, not your little make believe fantasy land where all you have to do is say it, and it will come true.

    Trust me on this, if the rest of us wanted to hear a bunch of mouth breathing simpletons express their painfully insipid opinions, we would have stayed home and watched The Real World.

    Lastly, inappropriate laughter.

    Why do some people feel the need to laugh at the most ridiculously inappropriate times? Is is a nervous tick? Are these people so emotionally retarded that they fail to understand the subtle (and sometimes not-so-subtle) nuances the director and actors are throwing our way? Besides comedies, this happens in nearly every single movie I see. A wonderfully dramatic scene is developing. The tension is rising, you are on the edge of your seat. Then it happens, something terrible or gut wrenchingly sad or poignant and, and…Laughter! The jackass behind you is…laughing.

    Cretin! Fool! Jackass!

    You see, the thing about movies is, unlike books or music, you only get to experience that feeling once. Sure, you can watch it again, and again, and again. However, it is only during the very first viewing that you get the full effect.

    So, when that once in a life time, memorable moment comes along, you sure as hell want to see it in all its glory without some schmo ruining it for you by chortling whenever his overtaxed pile of mush he calls a brain demands.

    Yep, you can just about sum up a whole persons worth by merely observing their actions in the movie theatre.

    I’m curious to hear some stories from Eric on this matter. Now, I’m pretty uptight about movie etiquette, but Eric…well, Eric will get all up in somebody’s face for something that I never even noticed. I’m sure he has some good experiences to share with us all…How bout it Eric?

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    This Freedom
    August 17, 2003 — 8:30 pm

    Free flowing vectors of information
    Sloping towards some sort of wired
    Cacophony
    Always fretful
    Always reticently aware
    Of machine gun wielding maniacs
    Glassy eyed destroyers of worlds

    This phreaking technology
    This encryption algorithm
    This…freedom
    Washing ashore for every
    Teaming mass
    Impervious to force
    Invulnerable to the new
    Master race

    This…freedom

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    Buckethead
    August 15, 2003 — 5:30 pm

    Ok, so I finally ordered a replacement for the Material album I lost years ago. When it arrived in the mail yesterday, I was overcome with joy and nostalgia. Man, I love this album. Since I really had no place to play said CD in the house, I was very much looking forward to enjoying its hypnotic trances on the drive to work in the morning.

    So far so good. I got a little bored surfing the net last night and headed over to Les Claypool’s home page to see what was happening. Holy Cow! Primus is going on tour again! WOOHOO! What’s this? Hmmmm…Buckethead. I’ve heard of him before. Ah, yes. Eric told me about him. Let’s find some information on this guy.

    Wow, looks pretty interesting. Too bad I don’t have any of his music to sample. Oh, wait. I have Kazaa. I’ll just download one or two songs to get a taste for his music. Ok, I’ll download a couple of more. Hmmm…it’s getting late. Better put these on CD and listen to them in the morning.

    0555 this morning. I hop in the truck, back out of the driveway and head on down old route 40 into the heart of St. Louis. I reach down for my Material CD but come up with…Buckethead. Oh yeah, Buckethead. Well, ok, I’ll just put this in to see how it sounds.

    For the next 40 minutes the music reaches out of the dashboard and grabs me by the throat, tossing me around the cab of my truck like a little red headed step child. Holy F-ing Crap! How have I managed to live these nearly 32 years without hearing these sweet sweet tunes? What kind of freak am I anyway? Oh Buckethead, where for art thou?

    Hear me now and believe me later (especially you RIAA). I plan on buying every single Buckethead CD in existence. I will find every album he has ever played on, even for an instant. I will buy them and I will play them, over and over again. I will build an alter for all these CDs. I will light candles and incense. I will sacrifice sheep and goats at the alter while I am entranced by the magical rifts that emanate from my speakers.

    Ok, Ok..that’s a bit creepy, ho ho. But hey, take my word for it, Buckethead rules. Buckethead rules all!

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    The Liberty Manifesto
    August 12, 2003 — 9:40 pm

    A classic from P. J. O’Rourke:

    The Cato lnstitute has an unusual political cause-which is no political cause whatsoever. We are here tonight to dedicate ourselves to that cause. To dedicate ourselves, in other words, to . . . nothing.

    We have no ideology, no agenda. no catechism, no dialectic. no plan for humanity. We have no “vision thing,” as our ex-president would say, or, as our current president would say, we have no Hillary.

    All we have is the belief that people should do what people want to do, unless it causes harm to other people. And that had better be clear and provable harm. No nonsense about second-hand smoke or hurtful, insensitive language, please.

    I don’t know what’s good for you. You don’t know what’s good for me. We don’t know what’s good for mankind. And it sometimes seems as though we’re the only people who don’t. It may well be that, gathered right here in this room tonight, are all the people in the world who don’t want to tell all the people in the world what to do…

    Read the rest here

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    Apocalyptic Art
    August 12, 2003 — 9:00 pm

    Fascinating Apocalyptic Art throughout the ages:

    The apocalypse was an inspiration to many artists through the ages. This collection is meant to give an idea of how this theme has been approached at different times by different artists. Modern artists are closer to us and can help to find a path back to an understanding of the iconography of medieval illustrations. The gallery currently only contains themes from the Revelation. But other sections, for example concerning the Book of Daniel, will follow.

    In the context of this site, the gallery should be understood as visual aid for the understanding of the imagery used within the apocalyptic texts.

    See the rest here

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    Lies, and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them…
    August 11, 2003 — 9:00 pm


    Al Franken Being Sued Over Use of “Fair and Balanced”

    From the website:

    Fox News Channel has sued liberal humorist Al Franken and the Penguin Group to stop them from using the phrase “fair and balanced” in the title of his upcoming book.

    Filed Monday in Manhattan, the trademark infringement lawsuit seeks a court order forcing Penguin to rename the book, “Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them: A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right.” It also asks for unspecified damages.

    I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting an Al Franken book for my birthday! Fox News Channel be damned!

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    Scientific Proof! Kansas is Flatter than a Pancake
    August 10, 2003 — 6:40 pm

    From the Website:

    Barring the acquisition of either a Kansas-sized pancake or a pancake-sized Kansas, mathematical techniques are needed to do a proper comparison. Some readers may find the comparing of a pancake and Kansas to be analogous to the comparing of apples and oranges; we refer those readers to a 1995 publication by NASA’s Scott Sandford 3, who used spectrographic techniques to do a comparison of apples and oranges.

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    Polka On The Banjo
    August 9, 2003 — 8:30 pm

    In October of 2001, Eric and I (AKA the Shrubwalkers) laid down a track of music. An historic occasion to be sure. This is the only piece of music ever to be recorded under the Shrubwalker label. Oh, sure, there is the lost Plaid Lad tape, (an album Eric will be getting up on the Web soon, I hope, since my copy is long gone) but no Shrubwalker sound has ever been thrown out for the masses to hear.

    UNTIL NOW!

    Enjoy!

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    August 08, 2003
    August 8, 2003 — 9:30 pm


    Top 20 Most Influential Albums

    Listed below are my 20 most influential albums. Now, I’m not saying they are the best, but, they were basically the “gateway” albums that expanded my musical horizons. These are the albums I covet the most.

  • 1. Abbey Road – The Beatles
  • 2. Led Zepplin II – Led Zepplin
  • 3. So – Peter Gabriel
  • 4. Stop Making Sense – The Talking Heads
  • 5. Key Lime Pie – Camper Van Beethoven
  • 6. Flood – They Might Be Giants
  • 7. Rattle And Hum – U2
  • 8. In My Tribe – 10,000 Maniacs
  • 9. Spike – Elvis Costello
  • 10. Rhythm of the Saints – Paul Simon
  • 11. Sailing the Seas of Cheese – Primus
  • 12. Flight of the Cosmic Hippo – Bela Fleck and the Flecktones
  • 13. A Love Supreme – John Coltraine
  • 14. Hallucination Engine – Material
  • 15. Headhunters – Herbie Hancock
  • 16. Dummy – Portishead
  • 17. – Reading, Writing and Arithmetic The Sundays
  • 18. The Score – The Fugees
  • 19. Big Science – Laurie Anderson
  • 20. The B-52s – B-52s

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    August 07, 2003
    August 7, 2003 — 6:00 pm


    From the “You Have Got to be F-ing Kidding Me” File

    Finally! A George Bush action figure! It’s about damn time!

    BBI proudly introduces the latest issue in its Elite Force series of authentic military 12- inch figures, President George W. Bush in naval aviator flight uniform. Exacting in detail and fully equipped with authentic gear, this limited-edition action figure is a meticulous 1:6 scale recreation of the Commander-in-Chief’s appearance during his historic Aircraft Carrier landing. On May 1, 2003, President Bush landed on the USS Abraham Lincoln (CVN-72) in the Pacific Ocean, and officially declared the end to major combat in Iraq. While at the controls of an S-3B Viking aircraft from the “Blue Sea Wolves” of Sea Control Squadron Three Five (VS-35), designated “Navy 1,” he overflew the carrier before handing it over to the pilot for landing. Attired in full naval aviator flight equipment, the President then took the salute on the deck of the carrier.

    Yippie!

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    Gunfight at the Stalinist Corral

    Did Joseph Stalin want John Wayne killed?

    It sez right here that Joe Stalin was so incensed by John Wayne’s anticommunism that he actually ordered his KGB goons to go kill the star. More remarkable yet, his goons went to Hollywood to do it. British writer Michael Munn has unearthed these surprises, and tells the whole story in considerable detail it in a forthcoming bio, John Wayne: The Man Behind the Myth…

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    August 06, 2003
    August 6, 2003 — 8:10 pm


    A Softer World

    One of the most ingenious comic strips I have seen. Instead of drawings, these guys use a series of actual photographs (taken by them or not, I do not know).

    Add the artists’ dry humor and sophistication and you’ve got yourself a nice little romp through funny land.

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    Ten Things I Hate About Star Trek

    Ten Things I Hate About Star Trek.

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    Just Thanking the Lord for my Fingers
    August 5, 2003 — 7:45 pm

    I just picked up the Paul Simon Collection the other day. I love it. I absolutely love it. Though all the songs are familiar, it never fails to satisfy. Paul Simon is truly a musical genius and ranks in the all time top three musical performers on my list.

    Just thought you’d like to know.

    — Justin M. Stoddard

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    August 04, 2003
    August 4, 2003 — 6:45 pm


    Talk to Me

    Every day Bill and Liz pick a spot on a New York street and invite people to talk to them. No gimmicks, no sales, just talk. They do this from 8-12 hours a day. Why?

    Because people need to talk to each other. Not with any agenda, hidden motive, or business deal behind it, but just plain ol’ fashioned friendly conversation. Because strangers have a lot to teach each other in ways they might not ever realize. Because there needs to be some place to trade the thousands of ideas and perspectives that New Yorkers carry around with them just about wherever they go. Because this sign manages to start conversations that might not have happened at work, at home, or with the same old group of friends. Because it’s better than wearing a Shut-up! We’re on the subway! face wherever you go.

    I’d like to go to New York just to chat with these guys for awhile. They seem rather interesting to me. And hey, in today’s world, interesting is a compliment.

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    Geek or Serial Killer?

    Can you tell the difference?

    I gotta admit, I got almost everyone wrong. Does that make me guilty of Programmer discrimination?

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    Various Articles I Read Today
    August 3, 2003 — 7:00 pm

    You Can’t Say There Isn’t a Bomb Either…

    According to the police report, the note, which was placed on top of clothes in a black gym bag read: ”[Expletive] you. Stay the [expletive] out of my bag you [expletive] sucker. Have you found a [expletive] bomb yet? No, just clothes. Am I right? Yea, so [expletive] you.”

    This sounds like a good old piece of non-violent civil disobedience to me. The “authorities” ,however, didn’t think so. The teen is now charged with one count of making a bomb/highjacking threat; a felony.

    Courtesy of Hit and Run

    Alleged brutality in jail for Amityville man

    Ardellas Page’s 18-year-old son Shakie Williams was serving a 20-day sentence there for marijuana possession. Williams now has severe head injuries, a broken leg and is suffering from bleeding kidneys.

    Isn’t it time for we, as a society, to get our priorities straightened out? What causes more harm? A man in possession of a small amount of marijuana (most likely for self use), or a man being brutally pummeled or raped or shanked as punishment for possession of a small amount of marijuana.

    Do non-violent drug offenders really deserve a life sentence of depression, physical ailments or worse, AIDS for something as mundane as marijuana use?

    City makes mom drain kiddie pool

    Following up on a neighbor’s complaint, a police officer and city inspector went to Holsten’s home earlier this week, according to the paper, and issued her a ticket.

    Talk about a neighbor from hell!

    And don’t the police have something better to do with their time? Maybe a murderer or a rapist to catch or something?

    Ice-cream suits leave folks cold

    Last week, John Banzhaff III, a law professor at George Washington University and leader of the movement, sent out letters to six major ice-cream companies. The letter warned that ice-cream companies will face litigation if they do not put the fat content on menu boards. The letters also were signed by Michael F. Jacobson, executive director for the Center for Science in the Public Interest, a nonprofit health advocacy group in the District.

    I’m going to paraphrase what a subscriber to the Politechbot mailing list had to say about Volvo’s lawsuit madness

    In a sane world, these lawyers would end up disbarred and would end up hit with such a large countersuit judgment that they would have work at McDonalds as fry clerks to pay off even part of it.

    In a sane world, every other lawyer involved in these Fast Food games would make a note to himself to never, *ever* try such a stunt.

    In a sane world, the consequences for doing what this would be *so* severe that law schools would teach budding lawyers to strictly avoid such nonsense.

    Stupid Security

    From the Website:

    The intent of stupidsecurity.com is to expose a particularly seamy aspect of modern life — misguided thrashings labeled “security” and defended — if at all — by an appeal to paranoia. My hope is that by providing a chronicle of really stupid security measures, we can make it more uncomfortable for pointy haired bosses of various types to approve really stupid security measures.

    Hell Yeah!

    Sons of Paleface

    Wherever he is, he has been releasing more bootleg recordings than Dylan and the Dead combined, turning up almost every other day with a taped commentary on events. Think about it: he’s the object of an incredibly intense manhunt, yet he manages to be quoted on the news almost as often as Bush.

    The Great Unificator, as if jealous of the spotlight, held a rare news conference this week and heroically came out … against gay marriage. Excuse me? Did we elect Pat Robertson president while I was out looking for Osama and Saddam? No, right, I remember now — we elected Al Gore.

    The Missing Wounded

    There are no longer any American troops being wounded in Iraq.

    Now they are “injured.” Listen closely to the news and you will be hard pressed to hear the word “wounded.” “Wounded” conjures up a different image than “injured,” and here we see yet again the invertebrate nature of the American press. Yesterday, while preparing some onions and butternut squash, I got carried away with the knife and injured myself. That injury was treated with cold running water and a band aid that I’m not even using today.

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    August 02, 2003
    August 2, 2003 — 10:21 pm


    Shrubtography

    Well, as everyone may (or may not) know, I bought a new digital camera last weekend. With this new purchase in my hands, I have the overwhelming need to, well, take pictures. And wouldn’t it be a shame if I couldn’t share those pictures with friends, family and the whole wide freaking world?

    Well, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I launched a new site today called Shrubtography.com. Although the page name is an obvious adjustment to Shrubwalkers.com and Shrubbloggers.com, this is a solo effort. I invited Eric to join me but he politely told me he does not currently own a camera.

    Anyway, I hope you enjoy. If there are any among you who have any photographic expertise, please don’t hesitate to contact me with any pointers.

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    Stinky Cheese Man

    Run Run Run, as fast as you can, you can’t catch me, I’m the Stinky Cheese Man!

    Though I’ve known about this book for a few years now, I read it to the girls for the first time last night. You should have heard the giggling coming out of that room. I don’t think they’ve ever been this happy about a book. So, for now anyway, the number one book request in our house is The Stinky Cheese Man.

    It’s even pretty amusing for adults.

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    Bruce Gagnon’s Trip Home
    August 1, 2003 — 11:20 pm

    Courtesy of Strike-the-Root

    Yet another story of overzealous police officers pretending to protect the public. I found this particular statement rather interesting:

    Once inside the police inner sanctum I was questioned by three cops who wanted my name, my ID, my reason for being in Louisville, where I had spoken, to whom I had spoken. Then they informed me that I had been overheard talking about bombs and contamination. They then searched my bag and one officer found my copy of the constitution and asked if I always carried it with me. I told him “Yes, you never know when you might need it.”

    We now live in a society where carrying around a copy of the Constitution of the United States of America is suspicious activity. Maybe there will come a time when we will be able to legally shove a copy of the Constitution down the throat of any public official that asks such asinine questions.

    But, then again, I suppose that’s just wishful thinking.

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    First Amendment Support Up
    August 1, 2003 — 10:20 pm

    Good news in the “Land of the Free”:

    Support for the First Amendment is on the rise and many Americans want more information about how the government is fighting the war on terrorism, a survey released Friday shows.

    The nationwide telephone poll of 1,000 adults found that 19 percent of respondents strongly agreed that the First Amendment goes too far in the rights it guarantees. That number was down sharply from the 41 percent found on last year’s survey, conducted nine months after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks.

    I’m sorry, but I’m not impressed, nor am I happy about this bit of news. Though it is encouraging that many Americans have come to their damn senses since 9/11, nearly 2 out of every 10 Americans still believe “the First Amendment goes too far in the rights it guarantees”.

    Let’s extrapolate that out shall we? According to the Year 2002 CIA Fact Book the population of the United States of America is approximately 280,562,489.

    64% of that number are people aged 15-64. So, that gives us a total of about 179,559,992 people old enough to both understand the system of government with which we live and able to make an informed opinion about said form of government.

    So, take 19% of that and you come to a grand total of 34,116,398.

    If this poll is correct, over 34 MILLION “Americans” believe that the First Amendment grants us too much freedom. Never mind that the First Amendment along with the other nine were never intended as rights granted to us. Our forefathers never would have dreamed of drafting a government that gave us rights. No, the Bill of Rights were nothing more than a restriction on the government at large. Notice the restrictive language:

    Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

    Ladies and Gentlemen, I submit that these 34 million “Americans” are either criminally insane, or are just chuckleheaded, evil bastards that have no claim to American Citizenship.

    Ok, ok, that’s a bit harsh, I know. I do believe, however, that these 34 million “Americans” have no love for this country. Their love and allegiances lie only with their elected demagogues and the political parties they represent.

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    Neil Young vs. Lynyrd Skynyrd
    August 1, 2003 — 9:35 pm

    Neil Young sang:

    Southern man better keep your head
    Don’t forget what your good book said
    Southern change gonna come at last
    Now your crosses are burning fast
    Southern man

    And:

    Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
    That’s breaking your back.
    Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
    And a wheel on the track

    Lynyrd Skynyrd answered:

    Well I heard Mr. Young sing about her.
    Well, I heard ol’ Neil put ‘er down.
    Well, I hope Neil Young will remember,
    a southernman don’t need him around anyhow!

    It’s an interesting musical rivalry. So, what did Neil Young and Lynyrd Skynyrd think of each other in real life?

    All your burning questions are answered here.

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    July 31th, 2003
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    Flash Mobs

    Flash Mobs are all the rage now-a-days. The fever is leaking over to other countries as well. This seems like a pretty ingenious concept. I wonder if the practice will cross over to political action instead of just mild act of hooliganism.

    A flash mob went down today in Rome, as an estimated 100 to 300 people flooded a books and music megastore. They asked employees for nonexistent books. They broke into a round of spontaneous applause. Then they dispersed.

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    One Hell of a Hoax

    Now, this is one hell of a good hoax.

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    Geo Quiz

    Can you name the countries pictured here?

    Head on over to the Middle East Map Quiz and test your knowledge. I got three wrong myself. I always get those African nations all screwed up.

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    Why you should never, ever ask the cops to do you a favor

    Eureka family battles U.S. over $350,000 in cash

    If he had it to do over, Robert R. Reiner of Eureka probably would not have called police to ask for a security escort while he took more than $350,000 to a bank.

    He explained to officials that his father had accumulated it out of fear of “Y2K” bank computer failures that some had predicted with the turn of the century. Eureka police called in federal authorities, who seized the cash under forfeiture laws intended to fight drug trafficking.

    Now the U.S. government has filed a suit in federal court at St. Louis to keep the $353,630. And the family intends to fight it.

    To protect and serve…

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    Censored Loony Toons
    July 30, 2003 — 8:50 pm

    From the Censored Cartoon Page:

    The following is a guide to the cuts and edits which have been rendered to the classic cartoons of Warner Brothers, MGM, Paramount, and other studios when broadcast on television (unless noted otherwise). Gags that are deemed inappropriate for children, racist, violent, etc. are simply edited out of the affected cartoons. Here is a guide to these “lost” moments.

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    Guerrillas in the Midst
    July 30, 2003 — 8:25 pm

    I’ve read dozens of accounts like this over the past few months. I believe the majority of Americans will never know about them for two reasons:

  • They don’t get ‘play’ on the national news networks
  • Apathy
  • As apathy grows, America is slowly losing it soul.

    Consider the story of little Mohammad al-Kubaisi, as Amnesty International described it last week. On June 26, Mohammad was carrying the family bedding up to the roof, where they slept each night. As he climbed, Mohammad saw American soldiers searching nearby houses. He stopped to watch. Across the street, an American soldier spotted the boy and raised his gun. An Iraqi standing near the soldier said something about “that baby.” But the soldier said, “No baby,” and shot the boy.

    When his mother heard Mohammad had been hit, she raced home and saw that he was still alive and scooped him up, but American soldiers searching the house “kicked her aside,” offering no medical treatment. Two neighbors rushed the boy to the hospital. But the road was blocked by an American tank, and when one of the neighbors tried to explain to an interpreter what was going on, the soldiers “handcuffed them behind their back and threw them face down on the ground.” After 15 minutes, the Iraqis were allowed to get up and told to go home because the curfew had begun. It was too late for little Mohammad. He had died.

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    Gulf War Syndrome, Part II
    July 30, 2003 — 8:15 pm

    Mystery Illness kills 2, affects 17 more:

    “The Army Surgeon General confirmed that three or four of the soldier’s in Josh’s unit are among those who got sick,” Sen. Ike Skelton told the Lake Sun Tuesday. “I know Josh was stationed in Baghdad when he got sick but I still do not know what unit the second soldier (who died of the mysterious illness) was in, what his job was or where he was working when he became ill.”

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    All War is Hell
    July 29, 2003 — 10:00 pm

    A series of pictures from President Bush’s “Bring them on” photo album.

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    Our First Upgrade
    July 29, 2003 — 8:05 pm

    My good friend Brian wrote me today in response to the call for comments I put out a few days ago. This is what he had to say:

    How about this for an idea: Set this up so that replies can be made to individual entries, instead of a general guestbook-type comment area. That might encourage more discussion about a given topic. As it is now, the guestbook seems to be reserved more for those making “Love the site, keep up the good work”-type comments. You could keep the guestbook for people dropping in to say hi and comment on the site in general, but set up threads for commenting on individual entries.

    Well Brian, you’re in luck. We have just implemented a comment tag where you can submit whatever your thoughts are for a particular post. I’m not sure if we’ll make it retro-active, but it will be a feature for all new entries anyway.

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    Disco Grover
    July 28, 2003 — 10:05 pm


    Sesame Street, Disco Style

    Sesame Seventies has just about everything the TRUE fan of Sesame Street could want. If the RIAA weren’t in the process of busting the heads of anyone who even thinks of downloading files, I’d be on Kazaa right now perusing the whole collection of Sesame Fab.

    For now, I’ll have to live with my memories. Ah, memories…

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    A Couple More Pictures
    July 28, 2003 — 8:20 pm

    Don’t know why, but I have a compulsion to post these pictures. Maybe I’ll start another blog just for the photos I take. Not that I have an ounce of artistic talent, but hey, it’s fun.

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    U.S. Colonel Admits War Crimes?
    July 28, 2003 — 7:30 pm

    From the Washington Post:

    Col. David Hogg, commander of the 2nd Brigade of the 4th Infantry Division, said tougher methods are being used to gather the intelligence. On Wednesday night, he said, his troops picked up the wife and daughter of an Iraqi lieutenant general. They left a note: “If you want your family released, turn yourself in.” Such tactics are justified, he said, because, “It’s an intelligence operation with detainees, and these people have info.” They would have been released in due course, he added later.

    The tactic worked. On Friday, Hogg said, the lieutenant general appeared at the front gate of the U.S. base and surrendered.

    From the Geneva Convention

    Art. 3. In the case of armed conflict not of an international character occurring in the territory of one of the High Contracting Parties, each Party to the conflict shall be bound to apply, as a minimum, the following provisions:

    (1) Persons taking no active part in the hostilities, including members of armed forces who have laid down their arms and those placed hors de combat by sickness, wounds, detention, or any other cause, shall in all circumstances be treated humanely, without any adverse distinction founded on race, colour, religion or faith, sex, birth or wealth, or any other similar criteria.

    To this end the following acts are and shall remain prohibited at any time and in any place whatsoever with respect to the above-mentioned persons:

    (a) violence to life and person, in particular murder of all kinds, mutilation, cruel treatment and torture;

    (b) taking of hostages;

    ……………………………

    Art. 34. The taking of hostages is prohibited.

    What positively amazes me is this little tidbit of information was buried halfway down the article with absolutely no challenge from the reporter.

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    July 27, 2003 — 10:04 pm


    Just Messing Around

    I bought a new digital camera today and took a few pictures. Here’s one. Can you guess what it is?

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    A Whole Lot of Conversion

    Thanks to my good friend Sean for pointing me to this fantastic web tool. It converts just about everything under the Sun.

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    Silence of the Lambs, The Musical

    I’m not kidding.

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    Stellar Countdown

    Finally, years of using the Seti@home software has paid off:

    The SETI@home screensaver that crunches data in search of intelligent signals from space has produced a list of candidate radio sources that deserve a second look. After an equivalent to a million years of computation aided by more than 4 million computers worldwide, the researchers have highlighted where in the sky to find some of the most promising choices.

    In March, for their project called ‘Stellar Countdown’, three members of the SETI@home team travelled to Puerto Rico. Their task was to point the Arecibo radio telescope at over 150 spots identified as the source of possible signals from intelligent civilizations. To determine if a strong radio signal is more than random noise, a glitch or a passing satellite, Arecibo’s 1,000-foot diameter radio dish–the world’s largest– listened again to promising locations and frequency ranges.

    The candidates for re-observation are particularly strong signals or ones that have been observed in the same spot more than once, some of them five or six times.

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    Call for Comments
    July 26, 2003 — 10:00 pm

    So we’ve been writing this blog for near on half a year now. I’ve been having a great time and I’m sure Eric has too. Now, my question is, is there anyone out there? Apart from the friends I have scattered about here and there, who actually reads this? I know there are quite a bit of you out there, I’ve seen the logs.

    Well, if you do read this, do me a favor and drop me a line. Let me know what you think. You can either sign the guestbook or send me some Email.

    If you come across anything interesting on the net while you are doing your surfing, send that my way too. I’m hoping to have quite a little community started up here soon.

    Well, that’s it for now. Have a great night and thank you for your support!

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    July 26, 2003
    July 26, 2003 — 10:00 pm


    911, The Game

    I really can’t tell if this is for real or not. If it is real, I can’t imagine it making any money. Perhaps it is a hoax. If so, it is a good one. Nothing plays on American’s sensibilities like 911.

    There is a third option I suppose. Perhaps this is intended as some sort of online art gallery with the viewers as willing, gullible participants. Hmmm, I just don’t know. Is this an act of genius or the worst case of bad taste ever to be inflicted upon the public?

    Whatever it is, expect the major news outlets to get ahold of it soon. And with the public outcry that’s sure to follow, you can be sure that our brave elected officials will be calling for new laws, investigations, censorship, ad infinitum…

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    Flag Desecration?

    Aren’t the Republicans trying to get a Constitutional amendment passed to prevent things like this?


    (Associated Press :: Thu Jul 24, 8:11 PM)

    I don’t know about you, but this picture speaks volumes to me.

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    Thou Roguish Pottle-deep Ratsbane!

    My highschool English teacher once told us that the mark of an educated person is the ability to insult a hapless individual without them even knowing it.

    I wonder if she had the Shakespearian insult page in mind.

    Now, go away because Thou art a very ragged Wart.

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    World’s Smallest Political Quiz

    The world’s smallest political quiz is a pretty good way to determine where exactly you fall on the political spectrum.

    I’ve taken it many times over the years and thankfully the answer is always the same:

    Libertarians are self-governors in both personal and economic matters. They believe government’s only purpose is to protect people from coercion and violence. They value individual responsibility, and tolerate economic and social diversity.

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    Weapons Of Mass Stupidity

    Back in the day I used to watch Fox News from time to time. At the time, it really seemed like a breath of fresh air. Here was a station that told it like it was, or so I thought. It only took about two episodes of the O’Reilly Factor to cure me of any belief that Fox News actually practiced journalism. I’m cured. In fact, I don’t even watch TV anymore as I prefer to get my news from either the radio or the Internet.

    HAL CROWTHER of creativeloafing.com has written a damning editorial directed at Fox News.

    It’s the inviolable first rule of democracy that all politicians will praise the wisdom of the people — an effusive flattery that intensifies when they ask “the people” to swallow something exceptionally inedible. What the people never hear from anyone, or from anyone with further ambitions, is the truth. If a public figure wishes to leave the stage forever, a sound strategy is to offer his fellow citizens a candid and disparaging assessment of their intelligence…

    Read the rest here.

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    Some Nice Artwork
    July 26, 2003 — 8:45 pm


    Deserted Farms in Black and White

    Some beautiful pictures of deserted farms in Iceland.

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    Eric Drooker

    Quite honestly, this is some of the finest graphics artwork I have ever seen. If I can get ahold of one of his books, I’m going to buy it right away.

    I am completely mesmerized by this webpage. Wow!

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    Monsters Don’t Give Kisses!
    July 26, 2003 — 7:15 pm

    My daughters say the funniest things. When I get home at night, after a long day at the office, I sometimes rough-house with them a little bit. Their favorite game (and mine I suppose) is me pretending to be a monster while chasing them around the house. I give a big, deep growl and of course they shriek and yell while I chase them from room to room. When I finally catch them, I wrestle with them on the ground and tickle them some and we start the whole exercise all over again.

    One day while we were doing this, I bent down to give my oldest daughter a kiss on the cheek. She looked at me sternly and with both hands on her hips exclaimed “Monsters don’t give kisses”! For some reason, that struck me as rather funny. She has since taught the phrase to her younger sister and now they both never miss a chance to tell me “Monsters don’t give kisses” in their mockingly angry voices.

    I don’t know why, but I wrote a little story/poem about it and I now read it to them almost every night. They love it, and that, of course, does wonders for my ego. So, here it is:

    Monsters play with your socks
    And mess up the dishes
    They like to bake cakes
    That taste quite delicious
    They may give you a hug
    They may grant you three wishes
    But no matter what,
    Monsters don’t give kisses!

    I don’t understand
    What makes them so vicious
    When you pucker your lips
    Their smiles turn to hisses
    It seems pretty mean
    It looks quite malicious
    But no matter what,
    Monsters don’t give kisses!

    Now, I once knew a girl
    And her sister you see
    One was named Jordan
    The other Zoe
    They always wore smiles
    And laughed with real glee
    And they knew a big monster
    Named McGunther McGee

    Now, McGunther McGee
    Was a monster to see
    And though he looked gruff
    He was nice as could be
    They played everyday
    Till the sun reached to trees
    But when it came to good byes
    McGunther McGee would flee, you see

    It’s true it seems
    At the end of the day
    McGunther McGee
    Would just run away
    Whatever was wrong
    He just would not say
    Even though the girls
    Begged him to stay

    Now why did McGunther
    Run away that way?
    Well, when it comes to monsters
    It’s quite hard to say
    But, I have an idea
    It came to me one day
    It’s sure to explain McGunther’s
    Unusual ways

    You see,

    Goodbye time is always
    The time to give kisses
    And kisses to monsters
    Are a terrible business
    It causes quite a stir
    It was quite the crises
    Cause kisses give monsters
    BIG ITCHY RASHES!

    So…

    A monster will play with your socks

    And mess up the dishes
    They like to bake cakes
    That taste quite delicious
    They may give you a hug
    They may grant you three wishes
    But no matter what,
    Monsters ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY,
    don’t EVER give kisses!

    -Justin M. Stoddard (Copyright 24 July, 2003)

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    July 24, 2003
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    Cultural Revolution Propaganda Posters

    Being a Chinese Linguist, I’m pretty much facinated with the events of the Chinese Cultural Revolution. I even bought Mao’s Little Red Book during my visit to China in 1999.

    Here is a great collection of vintage Cultural Revolution era posters. And don’t worry, they are accompanied by an English translation.

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    Speaking of Propaganda Posters…

    Soviet era propaganda posters. There is even an option to send a “Soviet Ecard” to your buddies.

    This site is not captioned in English.

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    Optical Illusion

    It Looks Like it’s Moving, But it’s Not.

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    Hit List!

    Are you on the RIAA hit list?

    If you use Kazaa at all, you’d better check out this list of users who have been issued subpoenas for downloading music.

    Although this seems pretty serious, and for those caught up in it I’m sure it is, it really looks like the last dying breath of an old dinosaur. I wonder where it will all end…

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    Heroic Family Fights City Hall…And Wins!

    Judge rules controversial treehouse to stay aloft

    The Welch family (clockwise, from below), mom Mary, Cooper, 1, dad Scot, Shelby, 8, Riley, 4, and Tucker, 6, enjoy the good news handed down by Hinds County Circuit Judge Tomie Green on Wednesday allowing the treehouse to stand.

    The city of Clinton contends a $5,000 treehouse built by Scot and Mary Welch for their children in the front yard of their Kitchings Street home violates city ordinances and should be removed.

    “What began as a place for child play has turned into a war zone of wills,” Green said in her opinion. “The battle cry involved the issue of whether the city can blow the children’s playhouse down.”

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    Pollingreport.com

    Pollingreport.com is “an independent, nonpartisan resource on trends in American public opinion.”

    I like to just kind of browse this site once and awhile and occasionally gasp and wonder at what other people actually believe.

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    One of the Funniest Film Reviews I Have Ever Read.

    I don’t know why, but this is one of the funniest movie reviews I have ever read. I’m no JLo fan, but I think I’m gonna watch this movie based solely on this review alone.

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    Urban Legend?

    Couple plan divorce after bumping into each other at beach

    A Romanian couple are planning a divorce after they bumped into each other at a seaside resort while both were pretending to be elsewhere.

    The two were talking to each other on their mobile phones when they collided on the beach of Mamaia on the Black Sea, reports the Ziarul daily.

    If this is true, it’s pretty damn funny. However, I expect this little story will be making its way to Snopes.com soon.

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    July 23, 2003
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    Luminex

    Finally! Clothes that glow in the dark! I actually heard about this on NPR awhile ago but just now stumbled upon their web site. This is pretty cool stuff actually.

    LUMINEX® is a new fabric (non reflective) that can emit its own light. It is created with threads of every type and nature and can emit light in different colours.

    The luminous fibres (optic/sparkling) used in LUMINEX® are special fibres used as “Detectors of Elementary Particles” in the largest Sub-Nuclear Physics scientific experiments, a sector in which CAEN spa is a World Leader in the production of electronic equipment.

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    Calvin Peeing

    You know, I’ve been wondering about this phenomenon for quite awhile now. What the heck is up with all the stickers with Calvin’s likeness on them pissing on everything? I’m telling you, every time I see these now ubiquitous stickers, I speed up and get along side the other persons car just to get a look at him/her. I really can’t help it, I have this compulsion to see what kind of person would go through the trouble of sticking a sticker of Calvin pissing the word Ford, Chevy, Osama, Women, or whatever on their vehicle.

    My friend Dorian and I (a friend that never returns my e-mails by the way) were talking about this very subject a few months back. Who are these Calvinists anyway? Where did they come from? And the big question, is that little sticker really funny? I mean, do you guffaw every time you see it? I am really at a loss of understanding…

    Well, the people, or person, over at annoying.com have finally come up with some reasonable explanations and observations. Finally, the question is put to rest

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    Verdict: Pretty Dang Good

    So, I was doing a little shopping today. Nothing special, some hotdogs, buns, popcorn, that sort of stuff. While meandering through the isles I spotted the soup section. Something in the back of my mind told me to stop. Then I remembered Eric’s blog entry about Scotch Broth Soup.

    Would I find what has eluded Eric nearly a decade of his life? Would the coveted can of soup be just sitting there, eagerly waiting for just the right fellow to pick it up? Actually, there were 4 cans of the magic elixir waiting for purchase and I did not disappoint

    I gotta tell you, this stuff is pretty damn good. It’s safe to say it’s at least the best condensed soup that’s ever touched my lips. If you can find this stuff (I understand it is regional), buy it, and buy it quickly.

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    Hot Damn, a Presidential Action Figure!

    The site is named toypresidents.com but they only have one doll for sale; G.W. Bush. The “action figure” has sound clips from actual presidential speeches. However, no samples are given. Here’s what the site has to say:

    Pre-Order and reserve your George W. Bush action figure today!! Production has been limited to 100,000 units and will sell fast. All credit cards will be processed the week before shipping begins. Orders will be shipped on a first-come-first-served basis. Order now to reserve an early production number, which will increase the value of your collectible action figure. The release date for the George W. Bush talking action figure is August 15th, 2003.

    Yippie!

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    Dr. Seuss Goes to War

    This site chronicles all the Dr. Seuss drawings done for various agencies and newspapers during WWII. The collection is exhaustive and at sometimes duplicitous.

    For example, while portraying the Japanese with ridiculous caricatures (so bad that if published today, the public outcry would force him to into retirement), he also uses his art to decry the obvious injustice done to Blacks in the workplace.

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    Internment Art

    Speaking of the Japanese, the artist Masumi Hayashi has put together a gallery of stunning, stitched together, panoramic photographs of Japanese internment camps. I’ve never really seen this effect before, I’m going to do some research to see exactly how it is done.

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    A Strong Belief System
    July 22, 2003 — 7:20 pm

    Tillman brothers to receive Ashe Award

    Brothers Pat and Kevin Tillman, who in the midst of professional sports careers chose to serve their country by enlisting in the Army, have been named recipients of the 11th annual Arthur Ashe Courage Award, to be given Wed., July 16 during the live ESPY Awards telecast on ESPN at 9 p.m. ET. The award, presented annually to individuals whose contributions transcend sports, will be accepted by Richard Tillman, Pat and Kevin’s younger brother, at Hollywood’s Kodak Theatre, site of the ESPY Awards…

    …Pat Tillman played four seasons for the NFL’s Arizona Cardinals as a safety after starring at Arizona State University. In May of 2002, Pat announced his intentions to join the Army, turning down a $3.6 million contract offer in the process. Both he and his brother Kevin, a former minor league baseball prospect in the Cleveland Indians organization, committed to three-year military terms, landing spots with the elite U.S. Army Rangers…

    Admirable to be sure. The question is, how many of America’s Fortunate Sons and Daughters will follow in their footsteps? Not many is my guess.

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    Music Madness
    July 22, 2003 — 6:53 pm


    The Internet Debacle

    Janis Ian has written one of the most lucid and thought provoking articles on the issue of Internet file sharing I’ve seen to date. Although it is an indictment against the music industry, it goes one step further by offering constructive solutions to their problems. I’m guessing the article fell on deaf ears however.

    Am I suspicious of all this hysteria? You bet. Do I think the issue has been badly handled? Absolutely. Am I concerned about losing friends, opportunities, my 10th Grammy nomination by publishing this article? Yeah. I am. But sometimes things are just wrong, and when they’re that wrong, they have to be addressed.

    The premise of all this ballyhoo is that the industry (and its artists) are being harmed by free downloading.

    Nonsense. Let’s take it from my personal experience. My site (www.janisian.com ) gets an average of 75,000 hits a year. Not bad for someone whose last hit record was in 1975. When Napster was running full-tilt, we received about 100 hits a month from people who’d downloaded Society’s Child or At Seventeen for free, then decided they wanted more information. Of those 100 people (and these are only the ones who let us know how they’d found the site), 15 bought CDs. Not huge sales, right? No record company is interested in 180 extra sales a year. But… that translates into $2700, which is a lot of money in my book. And that doesn’t include the ones who bought the CDs in stores, or who came to my shows…

    You can read the full article on her website. Also, check out her follow up article entitled FALLOUT.

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    Etree.org

    I, along with hundreds, if not thousands of others, have discovered the ultimate way to collect music online. The best part? It’s 100% legal, no muss, no fuss. I am talking about Etree.org.

    Etree is a site where live music lovers gather to trade their collections. Etree will only allow trading of bands that explicitly allow taping of their live shows. Believe me, there are plenty. I just got done listening to a hair raising live concert from Les Claypool’s Fearless Flying Frog Brigade. Trust me, you haven’t lived until you hear a live rendition of “Who Wants to go to D’s Diner?”.

    The site boasts a database of literally hundreds of bands that allow taping. It’s just a guess, but there are probably well over five thousand live shows out there ready for trade.

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    Bluegrassbox.com

    Bluegrassbox.com is another music site that deals primarily with…well, bluegrass of course! The simplicity of this site is what makes it so attractive. You simply sign up for an FTP account and you are off and downloading concerts within minutes. I’ve downloaded about 50 shows from this site so far.

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    Whole Wheat Radio

    I just ran into Whole Wheat Radio earlier today. Two folks up in Alaska run this “radio station” from a little log cabin in the woods. It focuses primarily on independent music. I’ve been playing it in the background for the past couple of hours and I’m really starting to enjoy it.

    The site actually offers some interesting and useful features. You can see and chat with whoever else is listening as well as request and rate songs while they are playing. The site is automated much of the time with a computer taking over all the critical functions. However, while I was listening earlier, the owners of the station were taking calls from a listener in Tennessee as a severe storm was passing through. Not only did we get an audio blow by blow, the owner also posted pictures of the damage to the chat window.

    I’m going to stick with this site for awhile I think. The people are downright friendly and it feels just like a big ole’ slice of home.

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    July 22nd, 2003
    July 22, 2003 — 5:53 pm


    I Will Kick Your Ass!

    I can’t believe someone actually bid on this!

    Winning bid receives an ass-kicking from me personally. I am 6’0″ and weigh over 230 lbs. If you win this auction, I will personally come to your house and kick your ass. I guarantee that I will not break any bones or kill you, nor will I use any weapons on you, but I will give you a good beating.

    I will do this under two conditions:

    1) You or anyone else does not press charges against me(after all, you bought the ass-kicking),
    2) You do not fight back or attempt to physically harm me in any other manner (this is your ass getting kicked, not mine)…

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    Origami Boulders

    You too can have an original, one of the kind
    Origami Boulder
    ! Though the site may actually sell real orgami boulders to the public, the obviously fake Japanese grammer construction is humourous…

    “Origami, is Japanese art of folding paper. Boulder is round rock. Origami Boulder is wadded up paper! You understand now, dumbo? Then hurry up and buy wadded paper! You see picture at top of site don’t you?

    This site about origami boulder very fine wadded paper artwork. I make artwork for you and you buy it now. I am famous Internet artist. You find my site didn’t you?

    Site is real. You order and you really get origami boulder artwork with special card to display at your home or workplace. Make good unforgettable gift for friends!

    You buy wadded paper boulder and keep it. Or send many to your friends as very nice gift that no one ever forget! I include special card with every order that explain work of art. You buy 20, I send you free extra one with special message from me!”

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    July 21st, 2003
    July 21, 2003 — 9:18 pm


    I’ve noticed quite a few hits on this blog from our friends across the pond in Japan. So, in their honor, most of today’s entries will be all things Japanese.

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    Akira Kurosawa

    The Akira Kurosawa Database
    is a well documented and comprehensive source of information for any Kurosawa fan.

    You can also check out The Criterion Collection for a list of all Kurosawa movies released under that title.

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    Studio Ghibli


    Studio Ghibli
    produces some of the finest animation in the world. Apart from the famed Spirited Away and Castle in the Sky, Ghibli is also responsible for the haunting Grave of the Fireflies

    If you love Japanamation, this is one site you can’t live without.

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    Foriegn Exchange Student Program

    The Foreign Exchange Student Program affected me at a very young age. When I lived in a town called Fromberg, Montana, (I would link to it but the town is so small it doesn’t have any representation on the Internet) we had a couple of foreign exchange students from Japan. One in particular, Toshie Umeda, was actually my first love, though she probably didn’t know it.

    Anyway, I’ve always supported this program as it gives young students an opportunity to explore the world outside their communities.

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    Japanese Ghost Stories

    A collection of ghost stories that permeate Japan’s culture.

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    All in a Day’s Work
    July 20, 2003 — 8:30 pm

    Man hauled off by cops for using 2 subway seats

    Lamarch plans to fight the $50 fine, but the ordeal has already cost him. He was fifteen minutes late for work and docked an hour’s pay.

    “I was taken off the train on my way to work, to earn a living. It’s like a wrench in the gears and on top of it, I have to pay,” Lamarch complained to the Post.

    To protect and serve…

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    A New Look
    July 20, 2003 — 8:20 pm

    Well, I thought it was about time to update my pictures. The previous ones were taken nearly 4 years and 20 pounds ago. Besides, I wanted to show off my newly grown goatee.

    Pictures courtesy of my good friend Sean Noll

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    July 20th, 2003
    July 20, 2003 — 3:49 pm


    Pure Magic

    Spirited Away is quite simply the best movie I’ve seen this year. In fact, it may be the best movie I’ve seen in the past two years, though I’ll have to think on it a bit more.

    I’ve probably watched this movie over 30 times since it came out on DVD. My girls really refuse to watch anything else so, every couple of nights we all sit down on the couch and take in its beauty again. The girls, I’m happy to say, are absolutely mesmerized by it. Trust me, no matter your age, this is one movie you’ll want to see. I had my doubts at first, and I certainly didn’t think it would hold the attention of my 4 and 2 year old daughters but as the preceding paragraph states, it is truly a work of art.

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    Star Wars Gangsta Rap

    I drove all my friends crazy with this piece of flash animation about a year ago. But, you’ve gotta admit, it is a catchy tune.

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    Don’t Copy That Floppy!

    Don’t Copy That Floppy!

    This is pretty funny stuff. I still can’t get that song out of my head…Don’t copy that floppy, Don’t copy that floppy…

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    July 19th, 2003
    July 19, 2003 — 4:55 pm


    Blogathon!

    Now, this looks interesting. A bunch of bloggers are getting together for a 24 hour blogathon on July 26th. The bloggers are sponsored by their readers and all proceeds go to a charity of their choice.

    I wonder if Eric would be interested in this…

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    Protected Class of Citizen

    Now, I don’t advocate the action of spitting in anybody’s food. But come on! Aggravated assault?

    This is telling:

    Aaron said the aggravated assault charge, a felony, was made against Arbuckle for one reason only: “The victim’s a police officer.”

    Asked if he meant that such a charge would not have been made if Arbuckle were accused of spitting on another teenager’s burger, Aaron replied: “I think that’s accurate.”

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    Dorothea Lange

    No other art form has the ability to speak to my soul like black and white photography. Saying that, one artist is at the very top of the game in this particular genre.

    Hired by the Farm Security Agency to document the unprecedented migration of farmers from the dust bowl of Oklahoma, Texas, and Kansas to California, Dorthea Lange was able to capture some of the most poignantly haunting images of human pride and suffering ever documented in American history.

    My interest in Lange began after reading The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. It is a truly fascinating part of our history. I am thankful Lange was there to chronicle it.

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    Flattery

    They say imitation is the highest form of flattery. That is why today I’ve decided to imitate a fantastic blog I discovered last week. J-Walk is a masterpiece of bloggery. I’ve found more interesting references and links on this site than any amount of time spent on Google.

    And so, for today anyway, and perhaps longer, I’ve copied the style of J-Walk. Ya’ll get yourself over there and give it a gander now, ya hear.

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    Screenshots

    This wonderful artwork was done by Jon Haddock, a 39 year old computer system engineer. When I first saw these pictures, I was convinced he found some way to hack into The Sims and manipulated the code to produce the final product. Not so it seems. All work was done using Photoshop.

    There is an article on Salon detailing the process and his thoughts.

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    Awesome Honda Ad

    While browsing the Tom Palmer blog, I came across a link for the most astounding car commercial I have ever seen. Do yourself a favor and check this out.

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    Xiao Xiao

    This stick fighting animation has been on the net for awhile now. Be careful, you’ll become addicted!

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    Let the Music Play

    The Electronic Frontier Foundation has an interesting campaign called Let The Music Play going on right now. This is in response to the RIAA’s heightened attempts to make file sharing a federal crime, punishable by prison time.

    While I can understand both sides of this argument, it seems to me a bit of overkill to seek prison time for file sharing. Perhaps what the music industry needs is a business model.

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    Propaganda Remix Project

    These
    propaganda posters
    were remade using some sort of graphics program. I think this guy has some talent, which is evident by the amount of hate mail he’s collected.

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    Snopes

    Snopes is pretty much my favorite place to visit when researching the validity of urban legends.

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    It Ends This Weekend
    July 18, 2003 — 9:10 pm

    Ok, Ok. I’m gonna sit down this weekend and finally finish Empire. I’ve been laboring with it for far too long. The only question now is, what’s next? I do have The Once and Future King by T.H. White . However, Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs looks tempting as well…

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    Real American Patriots to Soldiers: Shut Your French Loving Traps…
    July 16, 2003 — 6:05 pm

    I thought I’d seen and read it all. I thought I knew the levels to which the patriotic cowards in this country would sink. I was wrong.

    Disenchanted soldiers stationed in Iraq have been speaking their minds more freely lately. Or it could be they always have been and people are just now starting to take notice. I am inclined to believe the latter. Soldiers always complain. That’s just what they do. If soldiers aren’t complaining about something, there is something terribly wrong.

    “If Donald Rumsfeld was here, I’d ask him for his resignation.”

    So says one soldier. Another has this to say:

    “I used to want to help these people, but now I don’t really care about them anymore. I’ve seen so much, you know, little kids throwing rocks at you. Once you pacify an area, it seems like the area you just came from turns bad again. I’d like this country to be all right, but I don’t care anymore.”

    And what is the response of the “WE SUPPORT OUR TROOPS” gang? Some recent letters to Matt Drudge of the Drudge Report had this to say:

    I think those so-called soldiers should be thrown into prison. Don’t they realize that they are GI’s, Government Issue(property)? when I joined the reserves in 83′ my recruiter made that very clear to me, that I belonged to the Army, not to myself. When you join the service you do it for one thing, to serve your country, not to go overseas and ridicule your commanders.

    What those soldiers said on TV counts as insubordination and is punishable under military law. These soldiers need to realize that they live under military law which is not as understanding as civilian law.

    Those so called soldiers disgrace the United States military and should be punished and summarily dishonorably discharged.

    What a shame. Shame on you cry babies. You call yourselves men. Just start calling youselves French.
    Sid

    I have no freaking idea what this guy is talking about. I served in the Regular Army for more than 11 years and not once considered myself or my soldiers as pieces of property. The fact that Sid identified himself as nothing more than chattel speaks volumes.

    Here’s another one

    It seems to me that we should send those soldiers home…To France. I’ve been over there numerous times. It’s dangerous, hot dirty but they are supposed to be the best fighting force in the world and should act like it. Just my opinion.
    Peg

    Ok, come on. You would think that after 6 months, people would be able to think of something a little more original than the old “go home to France” stand by. It’s like when my friends are ribbing me about his or that and it inevitably comes to the “Oh yeah, at least I have hair, baldy”. Oh, good one! How long did it take to think of that gem?

    Peg is obviously the victim of some malady that effects the imagination. Then, of course, most cowards are.

    But wait, here is my absolute favorite:

    I agree with your other e-mailer Jean, 100%. You know that the media has sought out a few whiney[sic] soliders[sic] in their ongoing effort to undermine our President as he leads this nation in its fight for survival against the terrorists who want to KILL us. The left is so busy being what they think is cute and au courrant that they have forgotten 9/11 and the 8 years of repeated attacks against Americans during the ineffectual tenure of Bill Clinton.
    Jessica O’Connor Bayonne, NJ

    You follow the logic here? It’s all the liberals fault! Obviously, only the conservatives, REAL AMERICANS ALL, feel pain and anguish over the attacks on 9/11. The liberals? Ha! Any claim of emotion from them is only further proof of their treasonous ways. Since we, the conservatives, are the only party who supported this war, we are the only ones allowed to remember that fateful day in September.

    While I’m certainly no great fan of the Democrats, being a Libertarian myself, I have to rally to their defense on this one. Jessica, it’s sad really. My advice; Stop masturbating to Ann Coulter’s prose long enough to educate yourself. No credible link between Saddam Hussein and Al-Queda has ever been found. Saddam had nothing to do with 9/11. Your so called ‘war of survival’ is a systematic process of enslaving the American people. Make no mistake Jessica. Your patriotic drivel will not save you in the end. You, along with your fellow citizens, will all be subjugated.

    Anyway, now we finally see the true face of the hard core War Party members.

    They let us know at every posible moment just how much they ‘support our troops’. In fact, they practically fall over each other relaying that information to you. Now it’s evident that support only goes so far. If the ‘troops’ start get uppity, well, they’ll support those French loving faggots right into a prison cell.

    — Justin M. Stoddard, former Staff Sergeant, United States Army

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    Stop Calling me a Hero, You Cowards
    July 15, 2003 — 5:55 pm

    Well, today is the day. After a little more than 11 years of service, I make my final exit from the United States Army. The past decade has seen me in many far away places like Bosnia, Germany, Italy, Hawaii, France, Hungary, England, etc., etc.

    I’ve not regretted one minute of time spent in uniform. I’ve made dozens of friends that will forever be near and dear to me. I’ve seen a good portion of the world, learned to speak a foreign language, got married and had two beautiful daughters. Not a bad accomplishment for one decade of my life.

    Now, that being said, there are a few things that I must get off my chest. I’ve seen my share of stupidity over the years. Stupid officers, stupid NCOs and just plain stupid soldiers doing incredibly asinine things. However, the most incredible acts of buffoonery come not from within the ranks in which I served, but rather from the public at large. That’s right — you, John Q. Public.

    First, let me speak directly to you flag-waving lunatics out there. You know exactly who I’m talking about. Those of you who proudly fly your ever-visible U.S. flag on every piece of property you own. Cars, trucks, houses, mailboxes, T-shirts, key chains, hats, bumper stickers. Oh yes, bumper stickers. Proud to be an American, We won’t back down!, These Colors Don’t Run, God Bless America, The Power of Pride. As if slapping some patriotic clichés on your car and hoisting Old Glory in that age-old battle of mine is bigger than yours makes you a real, dyed-in-the-wool, true-blue Patriot.

    Puhleeaazze.

    Your ilk has been running amok for far too long. Raising the flag and being proud of your country is admirable. It shows that you count yourself as a citizen, no better or worse than any man or woman, and are equal under the law. You show that you take pride in being involved in your community and you value freedom and peace above all. The true patriot understands that the price of liberty is vigilance. Not vigilance against the “foreign horde,” as the current Know-Nothings of this country would have you believe, but against any who would dare put their soiled hands upon your freedoms.

    Let me see if I can make you understand. Al-Qaeda can’t take away our freedoms; Saddam Hussein can’t impede upon our liberties; a whole street gang full of Osama bin-Ladens could do absolutely nothing to enslave you. The simple truth is that you, you so-called American citizens, are the only ones responsible for the erosion of our basic rights. There you stand, apoplectic with patriotic fervor, cheering us on as we march into the breach. Oh, what heros, you say. We support our troops, you say.

    You can take your support and shove it up your collective asses. Heroes, you say? Well, I call you all cowards. Do you think that singing God Bless America over and over again is going to hide the fact that you are the worst kind of wimps? The boogey man goes BOO and you scurry like cockroaches in the light. When are you going to grow up and realize that by using us (the military) as your proxy, you are doing more to damage the blessings of liberty than any communist, terrorist, socialist, or Nazi could ever do.

    A piece of advice: If you really want to be a patriot, start studying our history. Start by putting down that book by Ann Coulter or Michael Savage or Sean Hannity and try, for once, to glean something meaningful from our rich and wonderfully interesting history. Try to understand that our forefathers did not fight a revolution against tyranny so we could be traipsing around the globe two centuries later turning their beloved Republic into a discredited Empire. I call it their Republic because the American people have nearly lost all rights to stake their claim. I would suggest reading the Federalist Papers to begin with, then move on to the Anti-Federalist papers.

    If you want Saddam out of power, then by all means, put on a uniform and start a local militia. If you can get enough people to agree with you, then rent some charter planes and go on over; I don’t think anyone would stop you. Don’t rape the rest of the country because you are scared of a tin pot dictator halfway around the globe. If it’s not really about the weapons of mass destruction and more about Iraqis’ depraved living conditions, then put your money where your mouth is. Start a charity, organize a bake sale. For the love of God, do something, anything. Of course, cowards will always get others to do their work for them, I suppose.

    It’s time to grow up, America. Stop hiding under your beds. Stop looking for the boogey man around every corner. For the love of God, stop prostrating yourself at every governmental decree. Stand up and be counted. Start exercising your brains. It speaks volumes that a charlatan like Ann Coulter has the current second-highest-selling book on Amazon.com. It is not startling to me that high comedians like Michael Savage suggest that a forced labor camp should be the reward of any American who disagrees with our Iraq policy. What absolutely dumbfounds me is that this cartoon character is taken seriously by millions of Americans.

    Come on, conservatives. Is that the best you’ve got? Have we really gone from this:

    Wherever the standard of freedom and independence has been or shall be unfurled, there will be America’s heart, her benedictions and prayers, but she goes not abroad in search of monsters to destroy. She is the well-wisher to the freedom and independence of all. She is the champion and vindicator of her own.
    –John Quincy Adams

    To this:

    We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity. We weren’t punctilious about locating and punishing only Hitler and his top officers. We carpet-bombed German cities; we killed civilians. That’s war. And this is war.
    –Ann Coulter

    From this:

    If men, through fear, fraud, or mistake, should in terms renounce or give up any natural right, the eternal law of reason and the grand end of society would absolutely vacate such renunciation. The right to freedom being the gift of Almighty God, it is not in the power of man to alienate this gift and voluntarily become a slave.
    –Samuel Adams

    To this:

    Once the war against Saddam Hussein begins, we expect every American to support our military, and if you can’t do that, just shut up. Americans, and indeed our foreign allies who actively work against our military once the war is underway, will be considered enemies of the state by me.
    –Bill O’Reilly

    Or this:

    President Bush should declare: Middle Eastern immigrants can no longer leave America without a thorough examination by the FBI. You come in nice and easy, and we didn’t say a word. But you’re not getting out. That’s all. You want to leave? Go to the FBI. We’ll let you out in a few years.
    –Michael Savage

    Ann Coulter, Bill O’Reilly and Michael Savage know as much about the ideas of Liberty as I know about bee keeping. Nada, nothing, zilch. The people who take these clowns seriously are just as bad, if not worse. You allowed yourself to be duped. Shame on you.

    Freedom and Liberty are your birthright. Of course, you are free not to exercise your rights — but please, if that is your decision, at least have the intelligence to sit down and shut the hell up before we all get what you are asking for, and worse.

    And, oh yeah: Go Dixie Chicks! FUTK!

    — Justin M. Stoddard, former Staff Sergeant, United States Army

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    Bertha On My Mind
    July 15, 2003 — 5:45 pm

    The name Bertha has been on my mind all day today. I think this is a fair quote to describe how I might feel if I know someone named Bertha:

    Thou art not noble;
    For all th’accommodations that thou bear’st are nurs’d by baseness.

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    Dearest Brother (from guest contributor, Tiffany L. Stoddard)
    July 14, 2003 — 11:35 pm

    This will be the only and last time I will speak to or think of you. I want you to read this carefully. Your childish acts and most sad attempts to go out of your way to stalk me and my family have me and my friends shaking our heads in disbelief over what a pitiful soul you really are.

    You are jealous of me, my life and the people around me who stand firm by my side. I haven’t spoken to you in depth in almost 10 years, and yet, still to this day, you continue to stalk me while slandering my name. I have not once made any effort to contact you or your wife. I have not once asked any family members about you or your wife. I have not once given a second thought as to if you are even dead or alive.

    So, since you are so deeply concerned about me and my family, let me tell you what you can do for us…do the same, forget me. Leave me, my husband and my children alone. Your e-mails will not be responded to and will only be collected as evidence of your harassment. Your threats will be ignored and only be recorded as evidence of stalking. You came this website of your own free will…we certainly didn’t invite you into our lives, please respect that.

    So, if you have any brain cells left. Move on with your life…consider me dead or non existent, I really don’t care which. I haven’t cared about you in over 15 years. My children don’t even know you exist and I will make every effort to ensure they never will.

    If you continue to make an ass of yourself, I will be forced to communicate with the appropriate authorities.

    — Tiffany L. Stoddard

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    I Love Tower Records
    July 14, 2003 — 11:05 pm

    I love Tower Records. They always have what I want in selection and have a giant Jazz section. I find that the management over there have good heads on their shoulders as well. They know how to keep their employees in line!

    Why, just the other day, while perusing the store, looking for just the right album, I had a rather unpleasant experience with a Tower Record’s employee. After a quick talk to the manager, the employee was reprimanded and I was given a discount. Yup, those managers over there have good heads on their shoulders.

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    I Don’t Know any Bertha!
    July 14, 2003 — 10:15 pm

    I just want to make this clear. I don’t know a Bertha. I’ve never had an association with a Bertha. Bertha is a figment of my imagination. Any likeness to an actual person named Bertha is pure coincidence.

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    Hulk
    July 14, 2003 — 7:40 pm

    I’ve been meaning to write about the movie Hulk for awhile now. I guess now is about a good as any.

    This is not a review, just my general impression of the movie.

    What a fantastic experience it was to watch the Hulk. Ang Lee has certainly done it again. This movie has all the makings of a wonderful Superhero story. It was dark and serious. The Cinematography was intuitive. Ang Lee’s use of moving frames was a stroke of pure genius. One gets the sense of actually reading a comic book.

    I must admit, I had my doubts about the CGI at first. While watching the previews, the image of a green Fred Flinstone on steroids kept coming to my mind. However, those thoughts were completely unfounded. The CGI was wonderfully done. In fact, most of the movements were more convincing than in the movie Spider Man, where he looked to be just kind of flopping around from time to time.

    The movie took quite abit of flak for taking itself too seriously. I really can’t understand how this is a valid criticism. Indeed, the movie was very serious and rightly so. I get easily bored when movies play to the audience by way of a wink and a nod. Take for example the line from Star Wars I. While during the pod racing scene, the announcer says something like “I don’t care what universe you’re from, that’s gotta hurt!” Shiver. Just draw your fingers across a chalk board next time. Trust me, the effect is the same.

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    My Favorite Song From KISS
    July 14, 2003 — 5:10 pm

    Bertha I hear you calling
    But I can’t come home right now
    Me and the boys are playing
    And we just can’t find the sound

    Just a few more hours
    And I’ll be right home to you
    I think I hear them calling
    Oh Bertha what can I do
    Bertha what can I do
    –KISS (kind of)

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    How Now, Bertha
    July 13, 2003 — 8:50 pm

    This particular blog entry is dedicated to Bertha:

    How now, Mephostophilus,
    Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, no touch of bashfulness?
    Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit, for I am sick when I do look on thee.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Stupid Neo-Con Movie Tricks
    July 13, 2003 — 7:50 pm

    Well folks, get ready for another good old fashioned neo-con movie bashing. Buffalo Soldiers a movie depicting soldiers stationed in Berlin as drug dealers, con artists and embezzlers is set to hit theaters soon. Although the movie was made in 2001, it has been kept from wide release until now. Already people on the right are starting to make a fuss. Here is an article written today on Matt Drudge’s homepage.

    Now, let me just say, I’m a soldier (for two more days anyway) and I would have absolutely no problem watching this movie. Actually, from what I’ve read, it looks pretty damn good. It has a stellar cast, a good writer and director and what looks to be an interesting story line.

    Please, don’t make us protected citizens in your minds. Yes, we are out here facing the ‘enemy’ every day, but only because YOU put us here. We’re all big people. We had the courage to sign up and do what you would not. Isn’t it bad enough that we act as your fodder, that we pay the ultimate price for your stupidity and arrogance? Believe me, it’s gonna take more than a movie to offend us. You want to do something good for us? Here, I’ll spell it out for you:

    Bring my brothers and sisters back home and then, as John Galt would say, “Get the hell out of my way!”.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    John Lennon, Murderer?
    July 13, 2003 — 6:50 pm

    Was Stuart Sutcliffe murdered by John Lennon? Stuart’s sister seems to think so.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Weapons in Error
    July 13, 2003 — 6:45 pm

    If you head on over to Google and type in the words ‘Weapons of Mass Destruction’ and then hit the ‘I’m Feeling Lucky’ button, you’ll find a very interesting error page.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    A Matter of the Heart
    July 12, 2003 — 9:40 pm

    So, I was sitting at work on Wednesday morning, just doing my thing when my heart started freaking out on me. Actually, this is a pretty normal occurrence. I’ve had pretty bad heart palpitations every summer since April of 2000 when I participated in the annual memorial Bataan Death March Marathon held at White Sands, New Mexico. They usually start up in the Spring and last until around mid to late August. Sometimes I’ll have up to 20 palpitations a minute. I’ve seen numerous (military) doctors about this and they all assured me I was just fine. Nothing at all to worry about.

    Anyway, I was sitting at work and my heart just started flipping out. It was palpitating, fluttering, racing, and doing flip flops on the amazing trapeze. I was getting light headed and dizzy, couldn’t concentrate and was having problems breathing correctly. Naturally, I went home sick. After taking a nap I found that I actually felt worse, if that was possible. So, I drove myself down to the local emergency room and checked myself in. They found that my heart was beating at about 120 beats per minute. HOLY COW! It never beat that fast when I ran a freaking 2 mile PT test and all I was doing was lying there. So, out came the oxygen, and about a million wires hooked up to every part of my body. Three hours later I was sent home with some allergy medication and a consult to a Cardiologist.

    Fast forward one day. The Cardiologist is actually taking me seriously. He puts me through all kinds of tests. An EKG, a heart sonogram, a stress test, a lung test, blood work, etc, etc, etc. So, what’s the end result? Apparently, I have a leaky valve in my heart. Nothing serious mind you, just a valve that lets a very small amount of blood back into the main chamber of my heart every time it beats. This, and there are various chemicals in my body that see fit to attack my heart from time to time making it palpitate. And oh yeah, I have a slight case of asthma that complicates the situation somewhat.

    So, now I’m on medication. Heart medication that is. It seems to be working pretty well. No palpitations for the past couple of days. I’m just happy that someone is finally taking me seriously. No more sitting around with my fingers on my neck, checking my pulse wondering if the next heart beat is going to bring about instant death. It’s only a leaky valve after all.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    What the…
    July 4, 2003 — 1:20 am

    Holy cow, this page is a multi-personality nightmare! Eric Hulkster? Weevil Justin M. Stoddard? What’s next I wonder?

    Well, I hope everyone has a good 4th of July. I’m taking the girls camping this weekend. Yup, bought a tent and everything. Granted, we are only going to our backyard (a luxury I haven’t had in years) but I haven’t seen the girls this excited about something in months. They absolutely can’t wait to go sleep in the tent and tell ghost stories. Except, they (the girls) don’t call them ghost stories. They call them Blogityblue stories. I have no idea where that came from…

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Force of Weevil
    June 28, 2003 — 11:55 pm

    It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was an adult vine weevil, about one centimeter long, rusty brown with distinct gingery flecks on my back. My characteristic pronounced snout and elbowed antenna were neat, clean, shaved, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-groomed garden pest ought to be. I was notching the bases of shrub foliage.

    I went out at the French doors and along a smooth red-flagged path that skirted the far side of the lawn from the garage. A boyish-looking chauffeur had a big black and chromium sedan out now and was dusting that. The path took me along to the side of the greenhouse and a butler opened the door for me and stood aside. It opened into a sort of vestibule that was about as warm as a slow oven. He came in after me, shut the outer door, opened an inner door and we went through that. Then it was really hot. The air was thick, wet, steamy and larded with the cloying smell of tropical orchids in bloom. The glass walls and roof were heavily misted and big drops of moisture splashed down on the plants. The light had an unreal greenish color, like light filtered through an aquarium tank. The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men. They smelled as overpowering as boiling alcohol under a blanket.

    The butler did his best to get me through without being smacked in the face by the sodden leaves, and after a while we came to a clearing in the middle of the jungle, under the domed roof. I was still staring at the wide green leaves when a door opened far back under the stairs. It was a gardener.

    “You’re cute,” she giggled. “I’m cute too.”

    I didn’t say anything. She had come into the garden armed with a torch. I would have to scramble to lay my eggs in the compost.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Something Else Came Along
    June 21, 2003 — 7:20 pm

    Well, it seems that for today, Eric’s post and mine are pretty much the same…kind of. I’ve been working on Empire forever now but simply have not been able to finish it. I have no doubt that I’ll finish it within the next few months, but for now it’sHarry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    The Hard Sell
    June 16, 2003 — 9:35 pm

    Can’t a guy just look around anymore? I was in the electronics store yesterday just looking around. Acutally, I was looking for some speaker wire for my new Sharp CD player. Anyway, while I was purusing the goods, a sales lady approached me and asked the obvious:

    “Is there any thing I can help you out with today?”

    To which I replied:

    “Nope, just looking for now.”

    To which she replied:

    “Ah, come-on, you have to be looking for something!”

    To which I replied:

    “Nope, not really, just looking.”

    To which she replied:

    “Are you sure?”

    To which I replied:

    “Yup”

    To which she replied:

    “Ok, well, if you need anything at all, ask for Cindy. I’ll be right here”

    To which I replied:

    “Ok, thanks.”

    BTW, I went to the electronics store down the street to get my speaker wire. Nobody asked if they could help me. I like it that way.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Evel By Name; Not By Nature
    June 14, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    The guy who built Caesar’s Palace once told me I was the biggest gambler Vegas had ever seen because I didn’t gamble with money. I gambled with my life. I was hurt an awful lot. I was shell shocked. I couldn’t pull the trigger any more. There are a lot of myths about my injuries. That was the fault and the misinterpretation of the press. Believe nothing of what you read, and half of what you see. They say I have broken every bone in my body. Not true. But I have broken 35 bones. I had surgery fourteen times to pin and plate. I shattered my pelvis. I forget all of the things that have broke.

    I have had young women, I have had old women. So what? I don’t see what the fuss is about. I had about two a week. My record was eight in one 24-hour period. It got to be a real problem. I had to see a psychiatrist. I asked him why it was that women kept throwing themselves at me and he explained it like this. He said, “Look, to start with you are not a bad looking guy. Secondly, your identity is danger; women, their chemistry, are attracted to danger. Then you are Evel by name, but not by nature, so you won’t harm them. Women unhappy at home looking for an affair are just drawn to you like a magnet. You stick out like a sore thumb.” I guess he was right. I am not bragging. It was true. I had to have security guards keep women from my hotel room.

    You know, women are the root of all evil. And I know, I am Evel. Look at Adam and Eve. It wasn’t Adam who picked up the apple, was it? Ghengis Khan, brought down by a woman. That ain’t going to happen to me. Women are like buses. Good to ride on for 15 minutes. But they forget that if you get off, there will be another one along in 15 minutes. And another one, and another one. You know, women seem to forget who it is who buys the diamonds.

    There are two professions on the face of this earth that will always survive. One’s being a whore . . . and one’s spilling your blood. I’m one of those.

    People said I wasn’t scared before a jump. That is bullshit. I was scared. I’d have a shot of Wild Turkey whisky before each jump to calm myself. I’d get this knot in my stomach and this lump in my throat everytime. And I love that feeling. People who go around wearing “No Fear” t-shirts now are full of shit. Fear is high octane fuel for success. You have got to know how to handle it, how to harness it. If you risk your life you have got to have fear.

    They don’t ask me to jump. I just turn up, smile, pose for the cameras and they give me money. It is quite a career. In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.

    I am who I am. I’m not going to change. I’ll settle down the day they put me in a 6-foot pine box. Anyone who’s afraid of dying is an idiot.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Big Fat Hairy Vision of Evil
    June 7, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    Evil evil evil evil
    World is evil
    Life is evil
    All is evil
    if i ride the horse of hate
    with its evil hooded eye
    turning world to evil
    Evil is death warmed over
    Evil is Live spelled backward
    Evil is lamb burning bright
    Evil is love fried upon a spit
    And turned upon itself

    Excerpted from “Big Fat Hairy Vision of Evil” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Huzzah!
    May 30, 2003 — 6:40 pm

    I just found out that St. Louis has a Renaissance Faire. No word on the turkey legs yet. This writer will give you a full report after attendance. Yea, Merrily!

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Cartman
    May 29, 2003 — 8:20 pm

    Cartman has got to be the funniest damn cartoon character ever thought up. Last night, while watching the 100th episode of South Park, Cartman sets up this elaborate scheme to learn a little bit about our founding fathers. On the first attempt, he sets up this huge rock hooked on a trip wire over his door. His thinking is that he’ll be walking right along with the founding fathers on his mind and when rock falls on his head, BAM! He’ll have a flashback to the founding fathers, founding fathers, founding fathers, founding fathers.

    Ok, so Cartman is laying there, delirious. He looks up at Kyle and says

    “Ben Franklin?”
    “No, it’s Kyle.”
    “Get out of my flashback you God-damn Jew…!”

    Priceless stuff. But, then again, perhaps you have to see it for yourself.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    The Magic House
    May 28, 2003 — 9:40 pm

    Today we took the girls to The Magic House. The Magic House is a Children’s Museum located in downtown St. Louis. Let me tell you, this place is so drop dead awesome, it had me cursing my childhood from the moment I stepped in the door. We didn’t have anything close to this when I was a kid. I’ll tell you, these young punks today got it made.

    Anyway, Jordan, Zoe, Tiffany and I ran through this place for about two hours and we probably only saw about 1/3 of what it had to offer. We even got the chance to touch one of those crazy electromagnetic balls that make your hair look like Yahoo Serious after inventing bubbles for beer. Jordan didn’t much care for it but I thought it was pretty cool.

    Now, for everything this place had to offer; hall of mirrors, fishing hole, pretend store, bank, electric company, waterfalls, super slides, tunnels, crazy stairs, etc, etc, etc…, my daughter Zoe was attracted most to the most simplistic feature of all…the sandbox. She was mesmerized by that thing. We couldn’t pull her away from it. She’d scoop up the sand and put it in this funnel that made these wheels turn when the sand went through it. Over and over again she’d do this. I guess we are getting her a sand box when we finally move into our house.

    Speaking of Zoe. Yesterday we went to see the St. Louis Arch. You can actually go to the top of the Arch by way of tram (from what I could tell, the tram consisted of about 8 cars with the seating capacity of 5 in each car). These cars were tiny tiny tiny. When we entered the car (after paying 8 bucks per person for the privilege I might add), Zoe decided to utilize that exact time to, well, for lack of a better way of putting this, take a dump. Oh joy! Rapture! A five minute ride to the top in a 4 foot by 4 foot tram car with no ventilation on a very hot St. Louis summer day. Right to the top, and right down to the bottom again. So much for breath taking views.

    Parenthood. I hope this blog survives a few years. I hope beyond hope to be able to point Zoe to this very entry when she is old enough to appreciate it. Boy, am I an evil bastard.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    What the Heck?
    May 26, 2003 — 4:26 pm

    Holy cow! I leave for a couple of days and my evil twin takes over. That guy is pretty funny. I mean all that “I am evil and behest, behold, becomith, blah blah blah” stuff is amusing stuff. The horns were pretty keen too. Now, Evil Justin, get thee behind me!

    So, WHAT UP YA’LL! Let me give a nice St. Louis shout out to all my homies back in Maryland. What up Eric? What up Kaz? What up Dorian, you playa! How you like me now?

    Seriously, we have arrived safe and sound in the state of Missouri. We are now staying in one of those extended stay hotels. You know, the ones with the double bed, pull out couch and little kitchenette. It’s actually pretty swanky…or swank I guess.

    Although I have exiled evil Justin, I (the good Justin) am now sporting a pretty wicked goattee. I will have to borrow Sean’s digital camera and post a picture, if you all can handle it that is!

    Oh, let me just put this bit of information out. Dial up Internet access sucks the big ass! While we are enjoying the hospitality of this lovely hotel, we are subjected to 28.8 and slower speeds. Oh, misery!

    Well, that’s it for now, ya’ll write me some emails. And Eric, make me some more CD’s yo! That’s all I listened to on the drive down. Hella good stuff. I’ll write more later ya’ll!

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    I Am Evil, Hear Me Roar
    May 24, 2003 — 11:58 pm

    Hear, O earth: behold, I will bring evil upon this people, even the fruit of their thoughts. Behold, against this family do I devise an evil, from which ye shall not remove your necks; neither shall ye go haughtily: for this time is evil. I was almost in all evil in the midst of the congregation and assembly, who rejoice to do evil, and delight in the forwardness of the wicked; and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart bringeth forth that which is evil. For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.

    Behold, I will bring evil upon this place, the which whosoever heareth, his ears shall tingle. When I shall send upon them the evil arrows of famine, which shall be for their destruction, and which I will send to destroy you: and I will increase the famine upon you, and will break your staff of bread. So will I send upon you famine and evil beasts, and they shall bereave thee: and pestilence and blood shall pass through thee; and I will bring the sword upon thee. Wherefore should I fear in the days of evil, when the iniquity of my heels shall compass me about?

    Therefore shall evil come upon thee; thou shalt not know from whence it riseth: and mischief shall fall upon thee; thou shalt not be able to put it off: and desolation shall come upon thee suddenly, which thou shalt not know. Let them be confounded that persecute me, but let not me be confounded: let them be dismayed, but let not me be dismayed: bring upon them the day of evil, and destroy them with double destruction, and that I have not said in vain that I would do this evil unto them. An evil, an only evil, behold, is come; sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    My Friend Eric is a Big Fat Idiot
    May 13, 2003 — 8:00 pm

    My friend Eric is a big fat idiot.

    Please, don’t get me wrong. I’m not referring to his portly size, (I’m moving up in that direction every day now that I don’t exercise, unless you call eating Rocky Road Ice Cream exercise. I do, but there are various authoritarian cardiologists out there who do not), but rather his ability to review movies with a clear, un-muddled head. Let me explain…

    While waiting for A Mighty Wind to start the other day at the local Art Theater (I guess it almost has to be spelled theatre since well, you know, it’s an Art House). Anyway, while we were waiting, I casually asked Eric, the aforementioned dunderhead, how he would rate a movie like Pulp Fiction.

    Now, obviously, to those of us still grounded in reality, a movie like Pulp Fiction would rate 10 stars (if you used that system). I mean, come on! Pulp Fiction revolutionized the way films were thought of in the 90’s. Instead of screenwriters going out and picking up a book on “How to write a screenplay in 5 days” or taking a class from some hack no-body, they were starting to put actual thought into dialogue. Granted, some of the movies were not very good (Destiny turns on the radio), but at least they were trying.

    Other than that, the movie was an act of brilliance. Amazing as Eric would say. Well, Eric wouldn’t say that I guess cause he only gave it 9 1/2 stars. 9 and a freaking half stars. For shame! I wanted to know right then and there what that Doppelganger had done with the real Eric. Where had my friend gone who enjoyed movies as much (or more) than I? Where had the guy gone that I went to High School with, who I loaned money to every day so he could get his chocolate chip cookie fix. Where had he gone?

    Eric, I realize you are under a great deal of stress lately. I mean, getting up at 10:00am every day would be hell on anyone. I also empathize with the deplorable working conditions under which you constantly labor . However, that is absolutely no excuse to give a movie like Pulp Fiction only 9 1/2 sucking stars. Don’t you think you could have put just a little more effort into it. Give it the old college try? You did go to college right?

    I’m going away to St. Louis for a few days to clear my head of this madness. Eric, here is your chance to make things right. Give Pulp Fiction a proper rating and all will be forgotten. If not…well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. However, let me make this clear, no friend of mine would dream of giving this movie 9 1/2 stars. Remember that…no friend of mine…

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
    Stymied by Technology
    May 7, 2003 — 6:15 pm

    Ahhh, technology. Wonderful stuff! We live in a world where if you need money, you put a little card in a wall somewhere and out pops cash from your bank half a world away; all in the span of a minute or so. Remember those days when you had to write a check for everything? Since the advent of Debit Cards, I haven’t written a check in nearly 5 years and Boy Howdy, do I love it.

    Unfortunately, there is a dark side to all this new fangled equipment rearing its ubiquitous head. No, I’m not speaking of flesh eating robots or a bleak future of human enslavement by our BTU guzzling machine masters. No, I speak of a situation far more frustrating; people everywhere stymied by simple progress in convenience technology.

    Take for example those wonderful self-check out isles you now see in supermarkets. This, my friends, was a wonderful idea. Grab your grub, whip into the check-out lane, scan your items, swipe your card and you are done! No meaningless banter with a cashier, no half-assed justifications why you don’t have a “savings” card, no nothing! Get, swipe, pay, leave!

    Ahhh, but here’s the rub. There is always someone occupying at least one of these precious lanes with that ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look. I recognize them right off. They are the ones who have product in hand but are not quite sure what to do with it. First they look at the product, then the scanner, then the product, then the scanner, then the glance around for some kind of help. Back to the product, then the scanner. Finally, even though food scanners have been out for a millennia and this person has probably watched this process done a thousand times, the customer tries to swipe the product over the scanner.

    Nothing

    And the process starts all over again. Product, scanner, product, scanner, product, scanner. Swipe. Nothing. Product, scanner, product, scanner. Swipe. BEEP! Yeah! Product, belt, product, belt, product, belt…..

    These are the moments when you just want to go up to the guy and do the computer guy thing from Saturday Night Live. “MOVE!!!” Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. “Give me your credit card!” Beep! “Pin Number” Beep Beep Beep Beep. “GET OUT!”.

    Ladies and Gentlemen, as frustrating as that is, it is nothing compared to the people you meet at the movie theater trying to get tickets from the kiosk. But, I think I’ll leave that story to Eric. He’s had much more experience than I on that matter.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Kingdom of Ass-Kicking
    May 1, 2003 — 5:15 pm

    Apparently, someone over at Ain’t it Cool News had the fortune to be one of the first people on the planet to see the new Matrix movie.

    You gotta check out this review.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Movie Madness!!
    April 29, 2003 — 10:15 pm

    I’ve been watching a considerable amount of movies these past few weeks and hot dang has it been fun…

    I know that I’ve been off the beaten path for awhile on this blog. So, I hope you (dear reader, if indeed there is such a person) will indulge me further while I give a few more movie reviews. Remember…I’m working on the 5 star scale for the sake of saving space…

    Sexy Beast *
    *
    *
    *
    1/2
    Panic *
    *
    *
    *
    1/2

    Well, those are two recent movies anyway.

    It seems that every time I think I am catching up with Eric on the amount of movies watched, he’ll watch like 15 of them in a day and jump way ahead. No matter, I am catching up on quite a bit of cinema I’ve missed out and well, it is good.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Donnie Darko
    April 20, 2003 — 10:15 pm

    Ok, I finally watched Donnie Darko and it was pretty damn good…

    Donnie Darko *
    *
    *
    *
    1/2
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    Movie Reviews
    April 20, 2003 — 5:00 pm

    Ok, so I thought I would actually rate a few of the movies I’ve watched the past few days…However, I will be deviating from my 10 star system and revert to an easier to manage FIVE STAR rating scheme. If you want to see how that translates to a 10 star system, just multiply by 2

    Lora Croft: Tomb Raider *
    *
    *
    Mulholland Drive *
    *
    *
    *
    *
    Kiki’s Delivery Service *
    *
    *
    *
    1/2
    The Man Who Wasn’t There *
    *
    *
    *
    1/2
    Gosford Park *
    *
    *
    *
    1/2
    Spirited Away *
    *
    *
    *
    *
    The Transporter *
    *
    *
    1/2
    Sling Blade *
    *
    *
    *
    *
    Kissing Jessica Stein *
    *
    *
    1/2
    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    10 Out of 10
    April 17, 2003 — 10:40 pm

    I’ve been accused lately of being too ‘populist’ in my review of movies; meaning I give too high a rating to too many movies that don’t deserve them. Admittedly, movie reviews are a wholly subjective thing. Others aren’t going to necessarily like what I like or even love what I love.

    While I like the majority of movies I see, there are very few that really deserve that special 10 out of 10 rating. I’m going to list the only four that I’ve seen this year. Some of these I’ve seen more than once, in previous years but, like every movie lover, I never watch a movie only once if I can help it.

    1. Brazil
    2. Amelie
    3. Spirited Away
    4. Sling Blade

    Each of these movies is sure to be a classic, if not with the masses, at least with me.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Finally!!
    April 14, 2003 — 9:00 pm

    I’ve been waiting for this DVD to come out for years now! Finally, Peter Gabriel’s Secret World Live has been released (on DVD that is). If you all get the chance, you gotta check this out. It is every bit as good as Stop Making Sense by the Talking Heads.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    These Are a Few of My Favorite Things
    April 13, 2003 — 5:20 pm

    I watched the movie Anger Management on Friday. Over all, a pretty good movie, maybe 8 out of 10 stars. However, the best part of the movie happened before it even started. That’s right…the previews. We, the studio audience, finally got a good glimpse of what the Matrix Reloaded is going to look like. If the preview is any indication, this is going to be one of the best action movies ever made. You gotta check this out. You can download the preview here.

    Just to give you an indication of how I felt when I saw it:

    I remember as a teenager going to movies and the THX theme would play right after the previews. That experience would always send a shiver right down from the base of my skull to my tailbone. I wonder if scientists have ever isolated the chemical released when that happens. Anyway, while watching the preview for the Matrix Reloaded, I had the feeling for nearly 3 minutes straight. In fact, after it was over, I noticed I was a little short of breath and was clutching my arm rests pretty tightly. The only other time I had that experience was when I first saw the preview for The Lord of The Rings on the big screen. Good stuff.

    On to another of my favorite things. And this is really just an afterthought. I think of all the classical music out there, I admire Johann Sebastian Bach’s unaccompanied cello suites the most. There is something strangely haunting and beautiful about them that stirs some hidden emotion in me. If you ever get the chance, pick up Bach Unaccompanied Cello Suites Performed on Double Bass by Edgar Meyer This guy is a musical genius.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Correction
    April 11, 2003 — 6:15 pm

    I believe I miss-spoke yesterday when I wrote the following: “As for me, I plan on watching the show, though I may have to travel to Iraq to catch it (I hear they are working on a society over there with all the trappings of free speech and such).”

    What I probably should have said was “I hear they are working on a society over there with all the trappings of tolerance of free speech and such”

    The distinction is important. My friend Brian pointed out to me that while Ms. Garofalo certainly has the right to free speech, we have the right to not listen to her by means of popular boycott.

    Fair enough

    I guess the problem I have is the overwhelming view on the right that any criticism of the war effort or foreign policy in general is un-American or un-patriotic. Liberals in Hollywood give aid and comfort to the Iraqi regime. Elected officials who refuse to stand of the pledge of allegiance are traitors to their country. People who speak out against the war while soldiers are engaged in combat should be charged with treason.

    Granted, those are the most extreme views of the Right. However, I have noticed similar opinions coming out of the public as well.

    Look, you may not appreciate what people like Janeane Garofalo or Martin Sheen have to say. Their arguments may come across as incredibly naive and distorted. However, that does not make them traitors or put them in bed with Sadam Hussein.

    Let me take you back a few years to a quote from 6th President, John Quincy Adams:

    Wherever the standard of freedom and independence has been or shall be unfurled,
    there will be America’s heart, her benedictions and prayers, but she goes not
    abroad in search of monsters to destroy. She is the well-wisher to the freedom
    and independence of all. She is the champion and vindicator of her own.

    Now, I get the feeling that if such a thing were said today, the orator would certainly be labeled as un-American by some sector of the Right. My guess is, they wouldn’t even begin to understand the sheer comedy coming out of their mouths.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Aid and Comfort
    April 10, 2003 — 4:45 pm

    Here is another boycott every red-blooded American will be sure to support.

    Has anyone else noticed the phrase “aid and comfort to Saddam Hussein” has become the chic thing to say these days? As in “We do not wish to see the faces of liberal Hollywood, particularly those that
    provided aid and comfort to Saddam Hussein…”

    My friend Dorian insists that such sentiments really aren’t chic, as that word conjures up feelings of sophistication and elegance. Maybe a more appropriate word would faddish.

    As for me, I plan on watching the show, though I may have to travel to Iraq to catch it (I hear they are working on a society over there with all the trappings of free speech and such). Anyway, I’ve always thought Janeane Garofalo was a pretty darned good actress.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    I Am Adrift
    April 7, 2003 — 3:00 pm

    I am adrift

    I’ve spent my entire weekend being ill. In fact, I am so sick, I’ve been given 48 hours sick leave and now I am in a drug induced dream-land. Codeine, Sudafed, Amoxicilin, Robotusin.

    The roaring pain in my throat and ears has not abated. However, because of these drugs, I no longer care. I’ve been watching the French Connection on DVD but can really make no sense of it. Will I even remember typing this?

    I am adrift

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Adia
    April 1, 2003 — 8:30 pm

    Adia wades into twilight
    Sneaking glances down the side streets
    Watching the city brush her thigh

    She looks upon him accusingly
    Killing the moment
    The fourth deadly sin escapes her lips

    As she stumbles into a chaotic future
    She pauses to close the deal
    Always longing for the act

    It’s a violence she cannot escape
    Wishing for Gomorrah
    Mesmerized until the end

    Functioning with nebulous emotions
    While the city reaches out to embrace her
    She moves on

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Life Without Saddam
    March 30, 2003 — 9:30 am

    I keep hearing people from the peace movement saying that Iraqi citizens deserve a life of peace. Rightly so. But don’t they also deserve a life without tyranny? Nat Hentoff of the Village Voice managed to put into words what I’ve been thinking for the past week or so.

    I’ve been saddened to discover an almost unspoken glee found in some news and op-ed pieces at the “set backs” the U.S. has found itself in over the course of this war. It smacks of an almost childish “I told you so!” attitude.

    I hope that the United States wins this war soon. Tomorrow if it can, in the next ten minutes if possible. We can all of us disagree on the cause and conduct of the war thus far but, whether we like it or not, we are now engaged in conflict. Wouldn’t all Americans now wish for a quick victory? I’m beginning to think that some in the anti-war movement are hoping beyond hope for some sort of quagmire, something to shore up support for their point of view. Shame on them if this is the case.

    Let’s all hope for a quick resolution. Let’s bring our men and women in uniform back home whole and unmolested. Let’s all of us begin the process of healing our Republic, nursing it back to a land of freedom and self-perseverence of which we can all be proud.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Ignorance
    March 27, 2003 — 7:45 pm

    Wow! It’s been quite some time since I’ve taken up the pen (or the keyboard as it were) to update this thing. Well, I’m here now and I’ve come with a vengeance. Ok, not really a vengeance.

    Today I want to talk a little bit about ignorance. I found myself confronting my own ignorance today when I realized that I know next to nothing about Arab or Middle Eastern History. I’ve studied American and European History quite a bit the past 10-12 years but have never really set my sights on those countries making up the Middle Eastern Arab countries. (Apart from watching Lawrence of Arabia a few times that is).

    Thankfully, ignorance is easily curable. I took a trip to my local book store today and picked up a copy of “The Middle East, A Brief History of the Last 2000 Years“. It looks fascinating and I look forward to the coming enlightenment.

    Also, I bought a Dixie Chicks CD today to offset the insanely asinine boycott they’ve found themselves confronting. I haven’t listened to it yet and I’m not sure what to expect. However, it gave me great satisfaction just buying this CD knowing that the act flies right in the face of those evil bastards perpetrating the boycott. Ok, ok. The term evil bastards travels a bit down the road of hyperbole. But what would life be without the occasional outburst?

    Speaking of ignorance. As Eric noted earlier, we had our first flame on our guestbook. When I first read it, I was convinced that one of my “friends” posted piece in question. However, after deliberate and close interrogation I am convinced no one I know or knew had anything to do with it.

    Let me make this clear, I have no problem with a difference of opinion. Opine all you want. But for the love of God, make it an intelligent post will you? I’m really not in the mood to suffer fools lately. Saying something like,

    You guys need to step away from your computers long enough to realize that
    the world is more than your simplistic opinions. My greatest fear is that some
    day I’ll be in a horrible accident that causes great brain damage that drops me
    to a IQ around your combined levels.

    ,no matter how eloquently written is just so much tripe waiting for justifiable ridicule. Basically when you boil the above statement down to its core elements it says nothing more than:

    You guys need to realize that you are stupid. My greatest fear is to be as stupid as you guys.

    Great argument buddy…now, go read a book. (I am finding that Eric is much more tactful than I when it comes to this sort of unpleasantness, and good for him!)

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    My Aim is None of Your Damned Business You Bloody Wanker!
    March 20, 2003 — 5:00 pm

    While I was helping Eric move last Saturday, I was able to watch about 10 minutes of Late Night with David Letterman being guest hosted by Elvis Costello. First, let me say that Elvis Costello is in my top three list of all-time favorite individual musicians. (The other two are Paul Simon and Peter Gabriel). So, I thought it was pretty darn cool when I found out he hosted the show.

    One of the jokes in his monologue went a little something like this:

    “I used to be a pretty angry singer. In fact, the original title of my first album was ‘My Aim in None of Your Dammed Business You Bloody Wanker!'”

    I just finished up listening to My Aim is True and This Year’s Model. Yup, he was angry. But, damn! That’s some good music!

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Just Say Mao
    March 18, 2003 — 10:10 pm

    I watched an incredibly powerful documentary on Cinemax tonight called Welcome to North Korea. This is a wonderful piece of film. Just as one gets the sense that the North Koreans know nothing about us, it seems we know nothing about them as well.

    The entire documentary reminded me of my own trip to another country with its own Cult of Personality. While China has progressed light years since the end of the Cultural Revolution, it still stubbornly clutches at a perverse demagoguery.

    While standing in line to catch a glimpse of the now embalmed Chairman Mao, terse, clipped female voices blared out a simple and repeating message over the ubiquitous loud speakers surrounding us.

    “Pay your respects to Chairman Mao! No cameras are allowed! Proceed in an orderly fashion! No talking! Be respectful at all times! Pay your respects to Chairman Mao! No cameras are allowed…”

    And so it continued in several languages. Although I only recognized two of those languages (English and Chinese), I completely understood the cold efficiency and syncopation with which they where spoken.

    As we continued into the mausoleum, people laid down bouquets of flowers under the watchful eyes of machine-gun laden soldiers. When the flowers got to a certain height, servants clad in white would gather them up and return them to the booth in front for the next group to buy. At the rear exit was a sort of surreal gift shop where you could buy almost any item emblazoned with Chairman Mao’s likeness. I bought a lighter that played “The East is Red” when you opened it up.

    And yet, the rest of China, it seemed, has long forgotten Chairman Mao. You can catch a glimpse of his chubby face from time to time. These mostly hanging from the rear view mirrors of the swarming fleet of taxi cabs. Other than that, China (Beijing anyway) seems to be on an admittedly slow road to Capitalism, with Asian flare.

    Chairman Mao is dead, long live Chairman Mao.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Boycott the Boycott
    March 17, 2003 — 10:30 pm

    The masses are angry. In a move reminiscent of the Beatles’ fiasco (“We’re bigger than Jesus”), the good folks of the country are taking to the streets and patriotically demolishing their Dixie Chicks memorabilia.

    I hate boycotts. It reminds me of an event in High School; there was a big movement to ban Coke from campus because they were one of the only companies at that time economically supporting the apartheid regime in South Africa. I remember thinking to myself, if this idiotic student council gets this passed, I’ll bring a 2 liter bottle of Coke to every class and leisurely drink it while intermittently giving off those load sighs after a refreshing cold drink.

    I feel the same way about this boycott. The Dixie Chicks isn’t really my sort of music (it falls just a bit too much on that side of Bluegrass to be enjoyable) but, I will be probably be purchasing a couple of their CDs this week.

    Stupid boycotts be damned!

    Oh, and here is a good article addressing the madness.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Freedom isn’t Free?
    March 16, 2003 — 10:10 pm

    I love this asinine platitude. “Freedom isn’t Free”.

    I’m not going to relate my feelings about people who make this statement since it would be nothing more than a massive ad hominem attack. So, instead, I will explain, briefly, why freedom is indeed free.

    The second paragraph of the Declaration of Independence starts out a little something like this:

    We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal,
    that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that
    among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness — That to secure
    these Rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers
    from the Consent of the Governed…

    It’s as simple as that. Freedom, my friends, is in the ether. It’s there for the taking. The only cost, according to our fore-fathers, is setting up a government deriving its just powers from the consent of the governed.

    I don’t think anyone alive can argue convincingly that our involvement in any war ,save the Revolutionary War, did anything to advance the blessings of liberty and freedom in this country. But, if you’d like to try, you’re welcome to give it a shot.

    And oh yeah, are you Proud to be an American? I am, but reading stories like this give me pause.

    Yours in Liberty,

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    France Sucks?
    March 14, 2003 — 10:45 pm

    If I get one more email in my inbox telling me how the French are a bunch of scurvy, cowardly, lowly, cheese eating surrender monkeys, not to mention a nation of weasels, I’m gonna go f%$&*ng ballistic. People, please, for the love of God and everything holy, give it a rest. I don’t care! I’m not interested in your stunningly unoriginal views regarding France or Freedom Fries. (Like the comedian said, these people would have a Bald Eagle F$%&*ing contest if they thought it would impress you). And I certainly don’t want to hear your ingenious ideas on how we can further mangle the free market by slapping idiotic embargoes on French wine and other sundries. Yeah, that’ll show ’em. Give them the old heave-ho what-what.

    Please, all of you, do your country a service and read the occasional book or two. I suggest you read slowly so as not to bring on an aneurysm.

    Oh, and if you are feeling particularly noncreative today, feel free direct any and all charges of treason and other such nonsense to the guestbook.

    Yours in Liberty,

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Fourth Estate
    March 13, 2003 — 10:30 pm

    This is why I don’t watch network news anymore. I find I get much better information from the Internet. The book Into the Buzzsaw is an excellent indictment on the news business in general. Fourth Estate? What Fourth Estate?

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    All Work and No Play…
    March 11, 2003 — 9:00 pm

    For Jason Harris;

    All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy
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    All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy
    All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Pangs of Guilt
    March 10, 2003 — 9:00 pm

    I have several things to feel guilty about today. First, I haven’t contributed anything to this venue in four days. I only feel guilty because when Eric and I first started this adventure in blogging, we promised each other at least one entry per day. Well, that lasted what? Three weeks? Actually, that’s pretty good for king lazy bones like ourselves. Ok, so, when Eric was over this Friday to watch Cradle 2 the Grave (6 1/2 stars by the way), we started justifying our actions. “Ok, if we put more than one entry on the blog any given day, that counts as two entries right? So, why not just carry that entry over to another day. That way, if you don’t write anything that day, you can always say ‘hey, I wrote two entries three days ago didn’t I’?”.

    You can’t argue with logic like that.

    The second thing I feel guilty about is my reading material. I used to have a bad habit of starting one book and putting it down mid way for what seems to be a better, more exciting piece of pulp. I was like a junkie, always jonesing for a new fix. Luckily, I stopped the practice a couple of years ago and vowed to read one and only one book at a time.

    Until this week that is.

    I’ve been reading Empire by Gore Vidal for awhile now. It’s a great book, but between job hunting and getting the house ready to sell, I have little time to read. I’m about half way through with it; a critical juncture in my addiction. On Friday I picked up Dreamcatcher by Stephen King. I regularly wouldn’t have given it a second glance but it is soon to be released as a major motion picture. Stephen King books have made some pretty dang good movies in the past [Misery (9 1/2 Stars), The Shining (9 1/2 Stars), The Green Mile (9 Stars), The Shawshank Redemption (10 Stars), Stand by Me (9 Stars) etc…], so I grabbed it up with the intention of reading it in the near future.

    It turns out the near future is now. I only intended on reading the first few pages but, before I knew it, I was nearly 1/4 of the way through it. Stephen King novels grab you like that. So, now I’ve put aside Empire for The Dreamcatcher.

    Down this primrose path is madness. Madness, guilt and delight. Empire can wait, it’s time to indulge.

    Oh, by the way, and this has nothing to do with nothing, despite what Eric says, Sam Neill would still make a great Hank Rearden. Ok, a younger Sam Neill maybe.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    I’m Leaving on a Jet Plane…
    March 5, 2003 — 7:45 pm

    Well, tomorrow is the big interview. I fly down to St. Louis at 7:30 tomorrow morning and will be back around 9:00 tomorrow evening. Needless to say, I’ve been running around the house all night trying to get things in order.

    So, I hope you all (the 2 or 3 people who read this) will forgive me if I keep this short. I have a couple of ideas for some entries when I get back.

    Wish me luck!

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Promises and T.V. Shows
    March 4, 2003 — 10:00 pm

    HA HA HA! Promises, Promises! The truth is, I WILL NOT be writing two entries today and there’s not a bloody thing you all can do about it. Have at thee!

    Now on to something completely different. I’ve found pleasure in watching T.V. again. I gave up the practice shortly after 9/11 (except for The Sopranos and Six Feet Under). Lately, I’ve been checking out Trading Spaces and Junkyard Wars (both on The Learning Channel). This is good stuff people. Also, I’ve found my way back to the Iron Chef. Isn’t cable great?

    Oh yeah, check out Mail Call on the History Channel too. The host is that Drill Instructor from Full Metal Jacket; a movie that also stared one of my favorite actors, Vincent D’Onofrio.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    ARRRGH
    March 3, 2003 — 10:30 pm

    It is my bedtime and I’ve written nothing in this blog. Ok, now I’ve written something. It seems Eric and I are becoming a bit lazy. I got a new toy today. Check it out.

    So, just like Eric promised, so shall I. I’ll write two entries tomorrow to make up for this short one.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Running Without Pain (Hopefully)
    March 2, 2003 — 8:10 pm

    Tomorrow I am going to attempt to run for the first time in nearly 6 months. My foot has not been offering me the regular aches and pains. I no longer have a pronounced limp and my heel does not feel like it’s been stuffed in a size 5 shoe all night when I wake up in the morning.

    I guess the next logical step is to test it out in the real world. So, depending on the weather tomorrow morning, I will try to jog about a mile. If all goes well, I will progressively increase the length and duration. Soon, I hope, I’ll be working out this flab that’s decided to make a home out of my once perfect looking mid-section. Well, adequate looking mid-section anyway.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Links
    March 1, 2003 — 10:15 am

    Today has been a lazy day. Not much going on. There are, however, a number of links I want to share:

    The Flash Mind Reader
    This page is psychic!

    Government and the Rights of Man
    A classic article by H.L. Mencken

    A Splendid Little War
    This article does a fine job of comparing the Spanish American war to the upcoming war in Iraq

    Urban Legends Reference Pages
    Another great link sent to me from my good friend Dorian. I read this thing all day today.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Moving? Maybe. But, Then Again, Maybe Not
    February 28, 2003 — 8:00 pm

    Ok, ok, so I might be moving to St. Louis. Nothing is certain, unless you consider F.A. Hayek’s views on pre-destination, then again maybe it is. Believe me, it will be bitter-sweet if I do indeed move. Perhaps I can get Eric a job down there as well. But, is there any guarantee he will move? Dude, talk to Hayek.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
    Changing Lanes
    February 27, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    I often find it quite amusing driving home everyday watching people make frantic lane changes just to get one car length ahead of where they were. It always cracks me up when I’m in the fast lane, there are many cars ahead of me, and the car behind me moves over to the right lane to pass. 99% of the time, they get stuck in slower traffic. It puts me in mind of Steven Landsburg’s economic rule of queuing up in a grocery store.

    I’m not sure if this solution would work for changing lanes on a freeway but, it does make sense to me that if people keep changing lanes, the lane they change to will eventually become just as slow, if not slower than the one they just came from. That is why I don’t change lanes (unless there is an obvious obstruction). If the lane I’m in is slow, it will eventually speed up as others switch to another lane, making it slower.

    I’m not sure if this gets me home any sooner. However, it does save on gas and wear and tear from not continuously switching lanes. Not to mention a sore neck from constantly looking over my right and left shoulders.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Hellish Whitewash
    February 26, 2003 — 10:30 pm

    Well, it appears as though there is yet another snow storm heading our way. Though it is supposed to be smaller than the last one, it will mean lower back pain none-the-less. After our last snow storm, I spent the good part of my Saturday shoveling my (and my neighbors) car out from vast snow drifts. The next day I could hardly walk without agonizing pain stabbing me in my lower back. After about 2 hours of stretching and several hot baths, the pain abated a bit, however, it turned out that only time was able to soothe the savage pain.

    And now it seems I will be going through the same ordeal again. All this reoccurring snow puts me in the mind of the movie ‘Groundhog Day‘. Unlike ‘Groundhog Day‘ however, I will not be getting Andie MacDowell at the end of the ordeal. The best I can hope for is green grass. And yet, while mired down by the hellish whitewash of the season, I can think of nothing better.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Getting a Job
    February 25, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    I’ve been working my ass off today trying to find a job. I’ve submitted my resume to both intelligencecareers.com and monster.com

    I’ve been up since 04:30 doing other things as well. I’m tired and broken and I’m soon heading off to bed.
    This entry is short and this entry is pithy but make no mistake, this entry is…ah hell, I’ve just spent 20 minutes trying to think of something that rhymes with pithy.

    Good Night

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Gods and Generals, an Honest Review
    February 24, 2003 — 10:10 pm

    This is my first attempt at reviewing a movie. Admittedly, this is pretty hard for me to do as I don’t think of myself as anything close to a prolific writer and I really am a poor critic of anything. My favorite words are, “it was good”, “it was pretty good”, “it was excellent”, etc…

    So, here it goes:

    Gods and Generals covers the Civil war from the secession of Virginia to the battle of the Wilderness in May of 1863. Overall, I believe it was a ‘good’ movie at least from a historical standpoint. It did, however, have a number of flaws.

    From a technical standpoint, the movie made good use of computer graphics but failed miserably when applying the soundtrack. To put it simply, the director treats the audience like little children throughout the movie invoking dramatic music whenever he wishes to make a point. Every speech made is directed not at any person in particular but to some invisible audience. While overly dramatic music attempts to pull at your emotions, the camera pans between the orator and the people within his sphere of influence dreamingly staring off into space.

    Let me say this right off. I think Robert Duvall is one of the most talented actors in Hollywood today. However, I believe Ron Maxwell made a mistake casting him as Robert E. Lee. I am surprised to say this myself as his casting was the cause of much anticipation on my part to see the movie. Although the part of Robert E. Lee is ancillary to the story at best, Duvall’s use of his own idiosyncrasies simply did not match the character of the Southern General. Perhaps if he were allowed to have a greater part in the movie it would have been different but, as it stands, Duvall was unable to bring to life the essence of Robert E. Lee.

    Another disappointment was the character of General Thomas (Stonewall) Jackson played by Stephen Lang. Although Lang did an excellent job of portraying General Pickett in Gettysburg, he was utterly unconvincing as Jackson. I’m not sure if the problem lay in the directing or the acting but, Lang was much too over dramatic while portraying an historically undramatic man. Even if you know little or nothing about Jackson, you would probably have to agree that Lang hams it up a bit much in this film

    All that being said, I did enjoy the action part of the movie. The battle of Fredricksburg was particularly compelling. At one point in the battle it showed the Irish Brigade of the Northern Army squaring off against an Irish Regiment of the Confederate Army. This scene was done rather well and was able to evoke emotion without the crutch of dramatic music.

    Another scene I enjoyed (although others said it was cheesy, and I can certainly see their point) was that of Joshua Chamberlain, played by Jeff Daniels, standing over the town of Fredricksburg before the impending attack. He related to his men the story of Julius Caesar crossing the Rubicon, literally ending the Roman Republic (and the Roman Civil War) thereby turning it into an the now famous Roman Empire. It got a bit cheesy when he shouted over the din of battle, to General Robert E. Lee himself it seems, “Hail Caesar! We who are about to die, salute you!”.

    One of the most interesting stories, to me anyway, of the Civil War was that of General Jackson’s death. While lying on his deathbed, suffering from acute pneumonia, he shouts out in delirium:

    “Order A.P. Hill to prepare for action! Pass the infantry to the front rapidly! Tell Major Hawks…”

    Leaving the sentence unfinished, a smile of ineffable
    sweetness spread itself over his pale face, and he said quietly, and with an
    expression, as if of relief,

    “Let us cross over the river, and rest under the
    shade of the trees.”

    Although they managed to get the quote wrong in the movie, Lang was able to pull it off. And so, in death, he finally managed to portray Jackson as something close to human.

    Perhaps that was the main problem of the film. It simply attempted to treat all the characters as Gods, as the title suggests, instead of the humans they were. Over all, I give the movie 5 1/2 stars with a rating of ‘good’. It saddens me a little. I know how hard it is to get Hollywood to agree to make a 4 hour movie. With every mediocre one that comes out, it is going to be that much harder to get the next one made.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Links
    February 23, 2003 — 10:30 pm

    Here are some news stories that caught my attention today:

    Police field complaint about busty snow woman
    Don’t these guys have a murderer or a rapist to catch or something?

    Miami Beach officer runs over sunbathing sisters, killing one
    Well, at least he was looking for someone who actually broke the law.

    Why Did Google Want Blogger?
    This is pretty interesting.

    Racist Collectibles on EBay?
    We must be sensitive to all! I can’t collect Nazi coins from Ebay anymore, but I can still get some Soviet era money. Maybe it’s just a matter of time before a country like Poland sues Ebay for selling insensitive material.

    The Schoolkids to Be Asked to Consider Oral Sex
    Remember when they divided the boys and girls in grade school and took us to the secret room to talk about sex? It looks like the practice is still alive and well today, only racier.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Driving While Foggy
    February 23, 2003 — 7:30 pm

    On the way home from the beach yesterday, we encountered fog right out of a Stephen King novel. It was so thick, we literally couldn’t see 5 feet in front of us. Of course, this impeded our progress a bit. While driving, I noticed a sign that indicated a signal up ahead. While I was slowing down in anticipation for a red light, a three car pile up materialized out of the fog right in front of us. I slammed on the brakes and skidded over to the right shoulder of the road, missing the accident.

    It must be the initial shock of the accident, but it had been my observation that people do some strange things when they have gone through that kind of a trauma. The two women in the car in front of me ran out of the car and proceeded to jump in a waist high ditch full of frozen water to the side of the road. I quickly got out and pulled both of them out while other stood around looking. The older woman said she had a broken arm, the younger one had no injuries that I could see. After getting them back in the car and covered up, we called for an ambulance. Twenty minutes later, the police arrived. The first thing they asked for was license and registration.

    Needless to say, I drove much slower the rest of the way home.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Hiatus
    February 19, 2003 — 9:40 pm

    I’ve been very busy today preparing for a job fair tomorrow in Virginia. Knowing that people make most of their decisions based on first impressions, I spent most of the day grooming and ironing. I bought a new pen, a new watchband, I even shined my shoes. So, let’s hope all goes well tomorrow.

    Immediately following the job fair, we will be taking a little trip to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. It will be, in my opinion, a well deserved vacation. As I will be partially away from civilization, I will be unable to update this blog. I do, however, look forward to reading what Eric has to say.

    Oh, by the way, watch the movie Amelie. It is by far the best movie I’ve seen this year.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    No Excuses! No Exceptions!
    February 18, 2003 — 11:00 pm

    Here, in Anne Arundel County, Maryland, an interesting commercial has been making its electronic rounds. It starts with various police officers telling me that X amount of people were killed in Maryland last year because they weren’t wearing their seatbelts and, because of this, if you are pulled over and not wearing your seatbelt, you WILL get a ticket.

    At the end of this public service announcement, there stand about 75 of Anne Arundel’s finest out in a field yelling with vigor, “No excuses!” and in unison point their fingers threateningly at the camera, “No exceptions!” Fade to black.

    First, if anyone out there can find me a copy of this commercial, I will pay good money for it. Its comedic value is priceless. I really want to meet the marketing genius who thought this crap up. Hmmm, let’s see…let’s get a bunch of officers on the screen (with one way mirrored sunglasses) and have them growl threats at the public. Yeah, yeah. Then, we’ll get a horde of them together and have them point menacingly at the camera while chanting no excuses, no exceptions, no excuses no exceptions. Good stuff that.

    This reminds me of a real life experience of mine. When I was stationed in Monterey, California, a girl of about 12 years of age was abducted about three blocks from where I lived. Her remains were found 5 months later and, as far as I know, the culprit(s) is still at large. The thing is, after her abduction and even after the discovery of her body, speeding tickets, traffic fines, tickets for not wearing a seatbelt, etc, increased about ten-fold on Fort Ord.

    The public backlash from this grew so intense that we were ordered not to say stuff like “Hey, don’t you have a little girl to find or something?” to the police officers as they handed out these tickets.

    I guess it hurt their feelings or something.

    People feel the same way all over the country. When pulled over for any number of countless violations, I’m sure one of their first thoughts are “Hey, don’t you guys have a murderer or rapist to catch or something?”

    And that’s just the point. They do, but it’s much easier to harass you, dear citizen. After all, you are not as dangerous as a murderer or rapist. You’re just a poor schmuck that didn’t wear his seatbelt.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Dave Barry Revisited
    February 18, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    I read the Dave Barry interview that Eric alluded to earlier. The interview was excellent and it certainly expressed much of what I feel when talking to people about being a libertarian. People who are not familiar with the ideology will most likely try to take any argument to the most unlikely extreme.

    If you’re against gun control, you must be for letting every private citizen have nuclear weapons in their back yard.

    If you are for legalizing drugs, you must be for giving dime bags of crack to every child below the age of 5.

    If you are for getting rid of laws that deal with consensual sexual relations in this country, well, you must be for letting everyone have sex with dogs.

    I read an article in Liberty magazine a few years back (I’m not sure when, perhaps Eric can dig it out as he is/was an editor for the magazine) that addressed the problems libertarians have when communicating with the public at large. Many libertarians will go right for the throat when opening up their discussions. Drug laws? Abolish them, all of them. Guns? Automatic rifles to anyone who wants them. Public schools? Blow those suckers up!. The problem is, we often don’t take the time to put issues into context. When we open a conversation with a statement like “Every single drug should be legalized and left to the private sector without harassment of government intrusion of any kind”, it’s gonna repulse people. Statements like these should be reserved for the hopeless (those who have no chance of seeing things your way), or people who are intelligent enough to process them.

    I used to be an angry, in your face libertarian. I would go right for the kill at the scent of any blood. However, for any number of reasons, I found this tactic was not very successful. It only served to turn people off to me, or worse, to take me as a joke.

    Anyway, back to the Dave Barry interview. This is my favorite part:

    Reason: It strikes me as bizarre that a prospective Supreme Court justice has to get up there, in his 40s, and say, “No, I never smoked pot.”

    Barry: The whole thing about whether you smoke marijuana or not is so ridiculous. That and whether you protested the Vietnam War. Give me a break. Especially the marijuana thing. I’m inclined to think that anybody who never tried it should not be allowed in public office. But to make them get up there and lie, or at least be incredibly disingenuous, is just embarrassing.

    After a while, the way this country deals with drugs is just not funny. What a waste of everyone’ s time and effort. What a waste of a lot of people’s lives. The way we deal with drugs and sex. I saw one of these reallife cop drama shows, and they mounted a camera in this undercover agent’s pick-up truck, right under the gear shift, and they sent him out to pick up prostitutes.

    So the whole show consisted of this guy, who’s quite a good actor, driving to this one street, and young prostitutes come up to him and solicit him. He says OK. They get in. They’re trying real hard to be nice. He’s going to pay $23, that’s all he’s got and they said that’s OK. Meanwhile, behind him the other cops, these fat men with walkie-talkies, are laughing and chuckling because here they are about to enforce the law and protect society. They take her to some street and then of course they come up and arrest her. This poor woman–I don’t know whether she’s feeding her drug habit or feeding her kids or whatever. And the cops are so proud of themselves, these big strapping guys.

    It just made me sick to see this. To treat these people who are trying to make a living, one way or another, this way, and to be proud of it. It’s on television and we’re all supposed to watch this and feel good about it. It’s just disgusting.

    It’s like when cops sell drugs to people and then arrest them. And then we reach the point where I think it was Sheriff Nick Navarro in Broward County [Florida] had his lab making crack so they could sell it. They couldn’t get enough in south Florida, so they had to actually produce it themselves.

    What politician would say, “This is really a waste of money to be doing what we’re doing? It’s ridiculous sending cops out to arrest prostitutes when we’re supposed to be concerned about crime in this country.” What politician would ever say that? What newspaper person would ever say that without getting stomped all over by all the other hypocrites?

    I guess I see where the police are coming from. After all, if you allow people to participate in prostitution, what’s next? Sex with dogs?

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Links
    February 18, 2003 — 8:15 pm

    Not much going on today. However, I would like to share some various news stories that caught my attention over the past few days:

    Comedian may Face Jail Time for Burning U.S. Flag
    You must not mock the state, any state.

    71% of Americans Oppose a Palestine State
    Does anyone truly believe that 71% of Americans really understand the complexities of the Israeli/Palestinian problem or, for that mater, even locate Palestine on a map?

    Those Crazy Republicans are Race Baiting Again
    This time with cookies and little snack cakes.

    Swinger Club Arrests
    To protect and serve. But just what the hell were they protecting? A better question would be, just what the hell was being served?

    The Democratic People’s Republic of Elmo
    Brought to me by my good friend Dorian.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    We’ll Weather the Weather, Whatever the Weather…
    February 17, 2003 — 10:00 pm

    The current atmospheric disturbances put me in mind of an old Outdoor School song we used to sing:

    Whether the weather be fine or whether the weather be not,
    Whether the weather be cold or whether the weather be hot,
    We’ll weather the weather, whatever the weather,
    Whether we like it or not!

    I, myself, am feeling a bit under the weather (to coin a phrase) today. So, this will be a short entry. But, fear not! There is more to come!

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Snowed In, Whadda Ya Gonna Do?
    February 16, 2003 — 9:00 pm

    Well, we got snowed in today. At last check, I measured over two feet of snow outside my front door. And, the end isn’t expected until sometime tomorrow. I hear tell the Governor has issued an executive order banning all non-essential (as in government, as they have a monopoly on ‘essential’ and the definition there of) traffic on the state highways. So, as Tony Soprano often says “whadda ya gonna do?”

    I spent a good part of the day watching movies (thank goodness we still have electricity). First was The Time Machine. I’m always pleasantly surprised when I watch a movie that has been panned by the critics only to find it quite enjoyable. On my verbal scale, I would give it a “pretty good” while on my star scale (I recently converted to the 10 star system), I would give it 7 out of 10.

    Next up was Brazil. I’m still debating whether or not to call this the perfect movie. On my verbal scale, it rates a “brilliant” while my star scale fluctuates between 9 1/2 and 10. I think I’ll have to watch it again for a final verdict. I do know this, Terry Gilliam is a genius.

    After the kids go to bed, we’ll be watching From Hell. From the looks of it, I am going to have plenty of time to watch my backlog of movies and perhaps finish up my current book. So, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Dang, I Have Some Talented Friends!
    February 16, 2003 — 12:25 am

    I’ve had the distinct pleasure of having some pretty good friends over the years. Recently, I’ve been trying to get back in touch with most of them as I have lost contact over the years, and the countries. As I’ve been working on contact, I’ve discovered (or rediscovered) just how talented they all are.

    Take for example Alek Gembinski. My fondest memory of Alek is sneaking out of my house at around 2:00am to paint murals on a building overlooking one of the freeways in Portland. To be fair, I didn’t do much painting but it was quite a wondrous experience just watching Alek do it. Of course Alek has refined all of his talents and is currently working in Seattle. Man, I hope to see him again sometime.

    Then there is Jacob Gorny. This guy was not only a master artist, but a pretty damn good musician as well. Jacob went to college up in Walla Walla, Washington (which I always found amusing) and is currently working in Portland, Oregon. After I get done posting this, I think I’m going send him an email.

    And of course there was Andrea Grant. One of the smartest people I knew in high school. The thing about Andrea was, she didn’t let that stuff go to her head. She is the only person I know who has been to the South Pole.

    There are countless other friends who don’t reside on the Web. I hope to get reacquainted with them all. I am finding that the older I get, the more I miss their company.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Remember the Maine!
    February 15, 2003 — 11:00 pm

    On February 15, 1898, an explosion of unknown origin sank the battleship U.S.S. Maine in the Havana, Cuba harbor, killing 266 of the 354 crew members. The sinking of the Maine incited United States passions against Spain, eventually leading to a naval blockade of Cuba and a declaration of war.

    The passions of the United States were riled mainly by the Washington D.C. journalist William Randolph Hearst who asserted, on a daily basis, that Spain was responsible for the sinking of the Maine. No serious historian claims this today. Most believe it was a freak accident, either involving the boiler room or a misplaced harbor mine. The major conspiracy theory surrounding the incident claims Hearst was actually responsible. Start a war, sell more papers. Hey, wasn’t that the plot for a James Bond movie?

    The resulting Spanish American war was hailed by Theodore Roosevelt as a “splendid little war”. Almost befitting put in context of current events. Roosevelt’s exploits in that war were most certainly an invention of Hearst as well.

    Splendid little war or not, the sinking of the Maine and the resulting war clearly took the title of Empire away from the British and put it squarely in our court.

    So, my fellow Americans, eat, drink and be merry but above all, Remember the Maine!

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Postcards From the Edge
    February 15, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    I was doing some early spring cleaning today (in preparation for Spring, I suppose) and came across two cryptic postcards sent me from Eric in the early 1990’s. At that time, I was stationed in Hawaii while Eric was a missionary in Florida. It’s very mysterious stuff, full of intrigue and secrecy.

    Check out this postcard from 9 September, 1992 (a day before my 21st birthday):

    9/9/92
    Hey man,
    I hope you got your package & card & stuff OK. Look on the front of the card for hidden subliminal messages if you haven’t already found them. I just got transferred to Jacksonville. Here’s my address:
    Elder Eric D. Dixon
    6090 Terry Rd. Apt. 1404
    Jacksonville, FL 32216
    My phone number is now (904) 731-0559, but nix on calling ’til I scope the situation, see if I can manage it. I’ll let you know. Well, take care & I’ll catch you later man,
    Love,
    Eric D. Dixon

    And here is one dated 7 months later:

    4/19/93
    Hey man,
    Send back my King Crimson boxed set, and my Robert Fripp, Enya, Sundays, 10,000 Maniacs, Bela Fleck, Andreas Vollenweider, Adrian Belew, R.E.M, and Peter Gabriel. I’ll reimburse you for whatever the postage is. Also, you can call me after 9:30pm (my time). I’ll just act surprised, like “How’d you get my number?” Things are pretty good here. He’s not as cool as I’d like, but it’s much better than before. Take care & have a day.
    Love,
    Eric D. Dixon

    Interesting stuff. It’s humorous when you take into account the intricate steps we had to take just to talk to each other on the phone as he was not allowed to at the time. It’s a missionary thing, you wouldn’t understand. Quite frankly, I never really understood either.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Yes, You Moron, There is a Valentines Day
    February 14, 2003 — 4:45 pm

    Now, I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not a big fan of Valentines Day. I forget about it almost every year until I’m gently reminded by my wife. Usually the reminder sounds something like this; “So, what did you get me for Valentines Day?”.

    For the first couple of years of our marriage, I would shake off this question by explaining that I, the enlightened Justin M. Stoddard, really didn’t think much of Valentines Day. Isn’t it, after all, an invented holiday by the greeting card companies? Doesn’t it give them the perfect excuse to market those cheesy cards that always start out like “For my Wife on this Special Day” or some other sentimental crap?

    Let me tell you, this thought process really didn’t go over very well. So, I adapted. I bought the roses, I bought the flowers and yes, I even bought the chocolate. Although I’m sure Tiffany appreciated the gesture, I have the feeling it rang hollow with her since the feeling wasn’t there as well.

    Ok, let me make up for some of it right now while I proclaim to the world at large: I LOVE YOU TIFFANY! Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for picking up my dirty socks off the floor. Thank you for not yelling at me when I leave my boots in the middle of the floor every single day, even though you ask me not to more than twice a day. Thank you washing the clothes to ensure I have a clean undershirt to wear to work every day. Thank you for taking care of our little girls throughout the day. Thank you for not sighing too much every time I ask you where this or that is, even though I just put it down two minutes ago. Thank you going through the agonizing effort to pay the bills every month. THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME GO SEE A MOVIE WITH ERIC ON VALENTINES DAY!

    Most of all, thank you for well, just being you. We’ve stayed together for nearly 8 years now with no end in sight (thank God). I love you honey, I really do.

    And Eric, that was a terrible joke dude.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Plantar Faciitis
    February 13, 2003 — 7:45 pm

    I have a condition called Plantar Fasciitis. It is usually caused by overexertion or running too much in bad shoes, which I was certainly doing, being too lazy or too cheap to buy new shoes as you should buy a new pair every 4-6 months when you are doing the amount of running I was doing (20+ miles a week), and each pair of shoes costing anywhere between $50 to $85.

    The treatment varies for this condition. The most common cure is just rest, which I did, with vigor, for more than 3 months. But alas, rest was not enough for my poor foot. I would still wake up every morning with extreme pain in my right heel, barley being able to walk (a common symptom of Plantar Fasciitis).

    My next step was to see a podiatrist. Let me tell you what this evil bastard did. He gave me a shot of cortisone in my bottom of my FOOT! I have never experienced pain like this before in my life. I can’t imagine a needle in the eyeball would be much more painful than that experience. Anyway, after two of these shots, the pain seems to be a bit better. I don’t wake up with cramping pain in my foot anymore and I’m able to walk a relatively long distance without limping.

    I plan on getting an new pair of running shoes with my tax return and start my path to full recovery. While I don’t expect to be running 6-8 mile stretches anytime soon, I may be able to handle 2-4 miles. Then I can get rid of this disagreeable flab that hangs around my belly (I affectionately call it table muscle).

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Blogging Convention; Federal Suit
    February 13, 2003 — 6:55 pm

    Today, it is I who am under the gun. Well, not really, as I have well over 5 hours to submit an entry to this blog. However, I feel that even if I took that extra time, I would have very little to say. I have no particular rant today, nothing has grabbed my attention enough to write a any number of paragraphs to do it justice. So, I will just comment on a few peripheral things.

    First; Eric sent me this link today. I had no idea that people have blogging conventions, but apparently so. This particular convention had some (a great deal of) libertarian brainiacs in attendance. Now that I know they’re out there, I will have to make the effort to visit their pages from time to time.

    Last; There is a group of individuals who recently filed a federal lawsuit demanding that if any military action is going to take place in Iraq, the President must first ask permission from Congress. On one hand, it’s disheartening that such a lawsuit has to be filed, as it is clearly an exclusive Congressional power to declare war. Perhaps our founders made it so for a reason? On the other hand, I am very happy to see this action go forward. Although I have no illusions as to what the outcome will be, it serves to bring the issue up for debate.

    I’ve thought of something else to write about! However, for continuity’s sake, I will make a separate entry as the subject matter is wholly deserving of one.

    Stay tuned.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Cheese Eating Surrender Monkeys?
    February 12, 2003 — 6:15 pm

    Jonah Goldberg, of the right-wing National Review Online, is a rip-roaring stand up comedian. Recently, he referred to France as a bunch of “cheese eating surrender monkeys”. This, of course, is just another salvo in the ubiquitous and increasingly tiresome tirade against France and other European partners. Cheese eating surrender monkeys? Now, surely Mr. Goldberg could not have thought of that all by himself. It’s much to ‘populist’ a thing for his imagination (one would guess anyway). And how right I am. It was actually a Bart Simpson quote, and a funny one at that when put into Simpsonian context. I guess it’s funny when Mr. Goldberg says it as well, in a depreciating sort of way, as in; “Man, did you hear that guy Jonah Goldberg use the phrase ‘cheese eating surrender monkeys’? Boy, that guy is an idiot…ha ha ha!”

    Ok, ok, ad hominem attacks demean us all, I suppose. However, whenever I see Goldberg channeling the spirit of the late William Randolph Hearst, well, I get this funny little feeling in the pit of my stomach. It feels something like a black mixture of revulsion and spasmodic laughter, kind of like looking at pictures on rotten.com.

    I put up a reference yesterday about high-paid, “limousine liberals” spouting off about the war. Though this can be annoying at times, at least people like Martin Sheen and Bono put their money (and body) where their mouth is. Agree with their politics or not, they are actually out there fighting for their causes. Can Mr. Goldberg say the same? There comes a time when “waving the bloody shirt” just doesn’t cut it anymore. Privilege is privilege, and as far as I know, Mr. Goldberg has no problem using his to avoid “serving his country”.

    Don’t get me wrong. I don’t believe anyone has an obligation to serve the state for any reason (a topic for another column, I think). But, if Mr. Goldberg is going to advocate War! War! War!; if he has the courage to label others cowards or even better, surrender monkeys, then he should step up and put himself in harms way. Perhaps then I will be able to respect him as a person instead of thinking of him as just a right-wing Barbra Streisand.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Censure
    February 11, 2003 — 8:50 pm

    Here’s an article that puts into words what I’ve been thinking for the past couple of weeks. We may be down on countries that disagree with our foreign policy, but we vituperate (without mercy) movie/rock/literary stars that dare dissent against the party line. Why is that?

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Steve Burns; Mamma’s Boy
    February 11, 2003 — 4:45 pm

    Steve Burns, the former doe eyed, striped shirt wearing guy on the Blue’s Clues show is a mamma’s boy. By mamma’s boy, I don’t mean hiding behind mamma’s skirts kind of mamma’s boy. I mean actual moms out there in the ether have a little something special in mind when it comes to this too cute for prime time actor. I guess that would mean he is actually a mammas boy. Anyway, check out the following. Pretty funny stuff.

    A Steve Burns forum with lots of yummy mummys vying for his attention.

    A slightly disturbing letter. I don’t know if this person is a mommy or not. Suspicious though.

    And here what the X-files would look like with Blue and her friends.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Why Ya Gotta be a French Hater?
    February 10, 2003 — 8:45 pm

    If you haven’t noticed by now, I like to take to speak the language of dissent. Well, I’m really going out on a limb here:

    France and Germany have been in the news quite a bit lately. They have been leading the anti-war movement over yonder in Europe and it seems the 4th estate right here in the good old U.S. of A. doesn’t much care for it. Nope, not one bit. I’ve seen countless editorials and political cartoons putting France in the worst possible light. The whole idea is, well, come-on now, we got you guys out of that embarrassing little scrap back there in 1944 and you guys aren’t quite living up to your part of the bargain now.

    France has always been a point of contention for Americans. I don’t think we ever got over them winning the Revolutionary war for us. They have suffered our slings and arrows ever since our inception. Sure, they do some stupid things. They recently banned Internet auctions of Nazi memorabilia. They tried to ban English only web sites from their country. And, they eat frog legs for G-d’s sake! Now, I must digress for a minute. I tried frog legs once. It was on a Boy Scout camping trip. We were out in the wilderness on our own. No food, no water. (One of those survival weekend things). A couple of us came across a pond full of frogs. We quickly killed about ten of them with some pointy sticks and roasted them over a fire. I will never ever touch a frog again for the rest of my life. French people have sick, sick culinary habits.

    Ok, so, France has its problems. But, what do you expect? Are they to kowtow to every American proclamation? Do they have to pay us back for WWII ad infinitum? They are, after all, a sovereign nation.

    Here are a few things being said about France: Americans’ opinions of France plummet. I’d be curious to see what their opinion of us is. Top Pentagon adviser says France no longer U.S. ally. Dang, there goes NATO. Well, one can hope anyway.

    Here is an email I received from a friend detailing his opinion on the matter.

    Well, I say it’s about time we stop slandering France for being, well, France. Live and let live is my motto.

    Vive La France!

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Subversion
    February 10, 2003 — 3:35 pm

    There have been plenty of arguments circulating the marketplace of ideas for and against the impending war on Iraq. However, little has been said about the actual process the United States government is lawfully bound to take in order to undertake the act of war.

    The prevailing opinion of the masses is war with Iraq will be just dandy, but only if the United Nations sanctions it. The thought process is, if the whole world is behind it (at least the 15 countries that sit on the Security Council) then any action it undertakes will have moral sanction. Thus we have subverted our own constitution which plainly delegates the awesome responsibility of declaring war to the United States Congress.

    It is true, the Executive branch has a long history of subverting the Constitution when it comes to war. However, the past cannot serve as an excuse for the present. The United Nations cannot serve as a substitute to the United States Constitution. Talk about a loophole! If this administration wants a war with Iraq, they must make the case to our elected representatives. Let me make this clear. It is wholly unlawful and subversive to declare that a state of war exists without first seeking and receiving that authority from the Congress of the United States of America.

    In ancient Rome, the senate bestowed upon Emperor Tiberius gifts and titles. They decreed to him that they would act on his implicit wishes, not his explicit requests. Reacting to this, Tiberius often left the Senate exclaiming in Greek, “How ready these men are to be slaves.”

    The more things change…

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Dude, When Are You Going to Finish that Book?
    February 9, 2003 — 8:46 pm

    Dude, when are you going to finish that book? You’ve been reading it since as long as I can remember. I’ve read 4 to your 1. Now, I’m halfway through with a 5th.

    The only reason I ask is because I want to read that book too. In fact, I have a copy of it right in front of me. But, jeez, I ain’t gonna read it the same time you are. So, finish up and stuff. Go one night without watching Boomerang and just finish the dang book. If you don’t finish it by the time I’m done with Snow White, I’m gonna have to start on another Gore Vidal book. Believe me, you don’t want that.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Nothing, Snow and Roman Polanski
    February 9, 2003 — 8:45 pm

    I don’t have much to write about right now. I hear it’s supposed to snow again tonight. I’m not betting on getting any more time off from work, but man, that would be nice.

    I’m trying to get Eric to work on enhancing this blog a little. Some blogs have a little feature where you can leave a comment for each individual entry. I think that would be pretty cool. If for no other reason, I love reading asinine comments.

    Tomorrow I’ll try my hand at writing something a bit more substantial. I’ve been wanting to comment on the film The Pianist for a couple of days now but, so far, I haven’t been able to put anything into the right context. I did hear a news teaser today that went something like this: “Is Roman Polanski’s past going to keep him from wining an Oscar? News at 11″. I’ll have to check that out. The Oscars are so corrupt anyway, it wouldn’t be surprising in the least.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Beverly Loves the Night Life
    February 8, 2003 — 5:10 pm

    Stepping out on the threshold
    The jostling of bodies
    The whiff of cigarette smoke
    The constant negotiations of con artists and whores
    Beverly loves the night life

    Wandering aimlessly, hardly caring about the destination
    Catching a reflection in the Victrola store window
    Cheap, sensible shoes
    Pleated skirt
    Eggshell blouse, a touch of rouge

    She pretends to be thrown up against dark buildings
    Hair mussed up, blouse ruffled
    She speaks coyly to the man next to her
    Brushes his hand off her shoulder
    Walks away clicking her heels

    Flapper girls dancing the Lindy
    Gold coins a jinglin’
    Pushing and pulling

    In her bedroom she lies supine, almost satisfied
    She quietly invites him to leave
    Sighing, she falls into slumber, a vacant look crosses her face
    Beverly loves the night life

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    I Loves Me Some Chicken Fried Steak
    February 8, 2003 — 4:30 pm

    Man, I loves me some Chicken Fried Steak. I’m obsessive about it. So, today, we loaded up the family in the old mini-van and took a 40 mile trip to the Cracker Barrel. I had Chicken Fried Steak smothered in country gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans and Country Fries. Everyone should visit the Cracker Barrel at least once in their life. Man, I should get some money for the free endorsement I’m giving these guys.

    I’m gonna write more later today just so ya’ll don’t think the content of this page is taking a slow, steady dive. I mean, who want’s to read about the Cracker Barrel right? But, dang, you ought to get you some!

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    A Rant For All Seasons
    February 7, 2003 — 9:35 pm

    Sometimes I have this incredible urge to bust into a Dennis Miller diatribe. For example, I hate telemarketers. I really can’t say anything about them that more talented people haven’t already said. However, the most diabolical telemarketer on the face of the earth is the sucking police department. What? That f’ing parking ticket you gave me last week isn’t enough to pay for your pension? You don’t get enough glee out of making citizens sweat in person with your one way sunglasses and mag-light in the face intimidation tactics? Now you have to harass me at home? Get bent!

    I got a phone call today from one of these fraternal organizations. It went a little something like this: Good morning Mr. Stoddard. My name is (such and such) and I represent the national fraternal order of rat fink storm troopers. The average contribution in your neighborhood to our organization is $35. How much can I put you down for?

    At this point all kinds of things are going through my mind. The main thought is “Bite my shiny white ass, oinkster”. What I actually do is very politely hang up the phone and rip the cord out of the wall. Now I have to live with the fear that my address or license plate was put into some Orwellian data base. Guess I’m gonna get pulled over tomorrow.

    Another thing that pisses me off are those ubiquitous bumper stickers you see all over the place. “Troopers are your best protection” Are they really? Best protection against what? Venereal Disease? The IRS? The next time one of these sub-human, G. I. Joe wannabes stop you in the dead of night cause your license plate was partially obstructed; well, you can ask him just how exactly he is protecting you and against what.

    Next, and this really doesn’t piss me off (just annoying), are those stupid personal ads you always see on web sites like Salon or Slate. You know the ones. The goofy, close up face shot of 20 something angst ridden youngsters. Underneath the face is always a fill in the blank question like: In my room you’ll find…or: If I could be anywhere in the world it would be…

    Ok, fine. These are good questions to ask of a potential lover. They serve to unite people by searching for common interests, I suppose. It’s the answers that get to me. In my room you will find: A pile of wet blankets that reach the ceiling and empty pizza box furniture.

    Yeah, that’s gonna get you laid buddy. Good luck.

    Ok, ok. /Rant off. I spent about an hour at the bookstore today and picked up some good pulp. The Mezzanine by Nicholson Baker and Snow White by Donald Barthelme. These are books Eric has pointed out to me from time to time during our frequent trips to the bookstore. I figured it was about time to pick them up. They are relativity short novels and shouldn’t take long to read.

    Oh! It snowed today and I got the day off from work. From what I understand, Eric got the day off too. Of course, he is sick. I’ll send him some virtual Chicken Soup.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (2)
    In a Funk
    February 6, 2003 — 8:00 pm

    I’m in a kind of deep funk today. By funk, I don’t mean jammin’ to the likes of P-funk, Funkadelic kind of funk; which is righteous. No, I’m talking about a Blues kind of funk. Don’t know why. Can’t but my finger on it. I must admit, the speech by our President today didn’t help. War is coming. War is coming. Finally the hawks can celebrate cause, well, war is coming. And I’m depressed.

    A couple of good things did happen the past few hours. One, I was able, through much difficulty, to get a Guestbook loaded onto our server. I hope ya’ll take the time to visit.

    Two, it is supposed to snow tonight. If it snows enough, there will be no work tomorrow. No work means a three day weekend. One can hope.

    That’s it for now. I’ll probably feel better tomorrow. Right now I am listening to Deja Vu by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.

    Now, I gotta say, and there are probably many of you who will disagree, this is one of the finest albums ever recorded. Neil Young has the perfect singing voice. The only one who comes close is Elvis Costello.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
    The Virtues of Vidal
    February 5, 2003 — 7:32 pm

    Eric recently asked me “What about Gore Vidal do you find so compelling?”.

    Hmmm. I have to admit, I am uncomfortable answering questions like this for fear of doing both myself and the author/person in question a disservice. Besides, I’m not a sucking book reviewer. In my opinion, reviews are for movies. Books are just harder to pin down.

    But, I will endeavor to express my views on Vidal. First, Vidal deals with historical literature. He has written books dealing with Aaron Burr, Abraham Lincoln, Rutherford B. Hayes, General Grant, Theodore Roosevelt, and Franklin D. Roosevelt. Now, I’m the first to admit, this kind of subject matter would put many people to sleep but, I find it fascinating.

    Vidal pulls no punches. He tells history as it was, rough and dirty; full of scoundrels and dirty tricks. I find this refreshing after reading countless biographies obviously written by doting admirers careful not to reveal even the slightest hint of real humanity. Oh, they will extol their virtues, but will do little to shed light on their vices. Some biographies of President Grant skim right over the shameful scandals he was involved in, or they will excuse it buy exclaiming that of course President Grant knew nothing of these matters. He was in the dark the whole time! This, of course, insults any thinking person’s intelligence as it is obvious that President Grant had the gift of excellent intellect. The truth is probably much more simple. President Grant either knew about the scandals of his administration and looked the other way, or he himself was immeasurably corrupt.

    Now that is a great debate for history and one that could probably be argued convincingly either way. However, since Grant was, after all, the savior of the union, he could do no wrong. History has long forgotten the extraordinary events of his administration, including his hand in fixing the presidential election of 1876.

    I believe Mr. Vidal had done a wonderful thing with his books. He analyzes each of these events, and he does such a good job of it that you are sucked right into the story. President Grant and others are no less human after Vidal’s revelations. Indeed, they all-the-more human. They are people we can all relate to; not saints on high wrapped in myth and splendor.

    Demagoguery is dangerous business and Vidal will have none of it. History students should have none of it. Most importantly, American citizens should have none of it. We have a terrible habit in this country of building our public figures up to hero status. If a true recounting of history were to be made, we would raze half the monuments in this nation. We would sandblast the faces of Roosevelt and Lincoln right off of Mount Rushmore. But, I suppose people do need their heroes, misplaced as that need may be.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Eric Tried to Kill Me; The Shocking Truth
    February 4, 2003 — 5:45 pm

    I have been living with this secret for over a decade. Every time I think about it, my hands shake, my respiration sharpens and my heart palpitates. It is getting to the point of extreme unhealthiness. So, even though I may be signing my own death warrant, I have to get this off my chest. I can’t live with the anxiety any longer.

    During our Senior year in High School, Eric approached me and asked if I wanted to go snow caving with him.

    Snow caving? I asked.

    Yep, snow caving. The idea is, we go far out into the wilderness (apparently where there will be no witnesses) in the dead-of-winter, build a snow cave and sleep in it overnight. Now, hind site is 20/20 so just let me say, I have no idea what possessed me to say “cool, sounds like fun”; thus my fate was nearly sealed. I should have made a quick exit to the library door and never spoken to him again, but, here I am, broken and shamed.

    Fast forward two weeks. The location is Mount Hood, Oregon. The temperature is 55 degrees below zero. It is snowing. No, snowing is not the right word. We are in the midst of the storm of the century. If we don’t get this snow cave built in the next 15-20 minutes, we will be dead, unmourned and forgotten. After the cave is nearly finished, Eric suggests I go inside and finish up. Fine, I think…let’s get this done and get our sucking sleeping bags out.

    So, there I am, scooping out the final fist fulls of snow when the whole world goes black. I can’t see, I can’t breath. All senses are dampened. I slowly realize what has happened. The roof of the cave has collapsed and is slowly embracing me in its dance of death. My thoughts turn to my family. Will they miss me? I try to yell, my mouth fills with snow. I am slipping into unconsciousness. I see a tunnel of light. I…I hear…what is that? Laughter? I hear laughter. Maniacal, evil laughter! With one last great effort I kick out my legs and flail my arms. You can’t have me Death! Not today!

    I am free! Light floods my senses. I take a deep refreshing breath of life and then I realize; it was not Death laughing at me, it was Eric! As I look upon him, his countenance has changed from rapture to abject disappointment. It then occurs to me that this was no accident. He PUSHED the cave in on me! He whispers under his breath. I can’t make it out but it sounds like “If you ever say anything about this, I will flay you alive then starch your bones in the sun. And when I’m done with that, I will make a necklace out of those bones and wear them as a trophy to your demise”.

    I shudder deeply. To get out of the cold, we quickly build another snow cave and retire for the night. Even though I try to sleep with one eye open, my struggle with death has exhausted me. I must have passed out, but when I awoke suddenly an hour later I see Eric quickly (and guiltily) removing his hand from my mouth and nose. I did not sleep the rest of the night.

    I have kept this secret for too long for fear of my life. Now that it is out, the world will finally know what kind of “person” Eric really is. Of course, he will deny everything, and probably on these pages. Do not listen to his siren song. They are lies…all lies.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (1)
    Un-American Gangs
    February 3, 2003 — 6:20 pm

    LET’S see: Martin Scorsese’s new movie demeans Lincoln’s efforts to save the nation, mocks the Union Army, sneers at volunteer soldiers, derides native-born New Yorkers, pours scorn on firefighters and police officers and fails to find a single person of quality among all of New York City’s leaders, circa 1863.

    So begins Fredric U. Dicker’s dissertation on the critically acclaimed movie “Gangs of New York”. It disintegrates from there:

    Scorsese, of course, has inflicted his muddled, interminably long, $100 million ersatz historical spectacle-cum-deconstructive anti-American screed – a k a. “Gangs of New York” – on millions of people around the world during the past few weeks, including untold numbers of foreigners who will get yet another horrid impression of the United States from Hollywood.

    Hogwash; and surprising too, since Mr. Dicker holds a Masters Degree in American History. This is pure Neo-Con rubbish and I will attempt to explain why.

    Lincoln was our first real dictator. Let’s get that right out into the open. Scorsese, or to be more precise, the author of the original book, Herbert Ashbury, only “demeans” Lincoln by recounting the infamous draft riots of 1863. Although the Confederate States of America instituted the first draft in American history, Lincoln soon followed suit. Now, one can argue convincingly, and correctly in my opinion, that conscription, for any reason, equates to slavery. However, this particular draft was insanely unfair as anyone could buy themselves a replacement for 300 American Dollars. That’s great if you’re rich, but as the main character in the film states, and I’m paraphrasing; “No one had $300. To us, it might as well have been $3,000 or three million dollars”.

    Now, let me have a crack at “demeaning” Lincoln. Besides instituting an immoral and unconstitutional draft, Lincoln is also the inventor of the now infamous Income Tax. He routinely and without shame had people imprisoned for dissent against the war. (A precedent that has been followed with elan during WWI, WWII, Vietnam and now the “War on Terror”) He arrested most of Maryland’s state legislative body on the suspicion that they might secede from the Union. Lincoln suspended the writ of habeus corpus, even though it clearly states in the Constitution that this was a matter only for the Congress. Lincoln did nothing to free the slaves, as his famous Emancipation Proclamation only addressed those held in bondage in those states that were in active rebellion. It did nothing to address the practice of slavery in some northern states.

    I could go on, but certainly other people have expressed themselves better on the subject. Check out L. Neil Smith’s The American Lenin.

    Now let’s get to the point of it. Mr. Dicker is upset because Mr. Scorsese dared speak out against a possible war in Iraq:

    And now Scorsese wants us to believe he’s right when he said last week on BBC radio that President Bush is wrong to take on Iraq for “the oil” and that America allegedly refuses to “respect how other people live”?

    Well, here’s a thought: maybe Mr. Scorsese has a point. Maybe the war is about “the oil.” I’m not entirely sure. Much in American history would point to less-than-noble intentions when we enter conflict. Take the Spanish-American War or (cough cough), the Civil War. Our court historians have written a vast library of hagiographies pertaining to American history. What they can’t sweeten up, they throw right down the old memory hole. Who today knows about the Spanish American War and the resulting massacres in the Philippines? Who amongst us remembers that we invaded Canada twice in our history? How about our thirst for Empire resulting in the Mexican-American War?

    Am I anti-American for bringing these things up? I have a feeling Mr. Dicker might think so. I now realize we are at a point where not only is dissent considered un-American, but so is a true recounting of history. This is really what surprises me about Mr. Dicker. He himself is a historian. But, like too many before him, he has taken the road of hagiography. God help me if I ever do that.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    Breakfast is Calling
    February 3, 2003 — 5:20 am

    Well, here it is, 0520 and the world slumbers. I am in the last throes of getting ready for work. This page is really taking form. It looks fantastic. Now, we need to figure out a way to get people to actually read it.

    Well, gotta go for now. Breakfast is calling me.

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)
    My Debut as a Blogger
    February 2, 2003 — 9:30 pm

    Ok, so, here it is. Our Blog. Wonderful stuff, blogs. Now all the world is a stage and you are invited to our play of words, if indeed we turn out to be that clever. I do have some trepidation however. It is a well known fact that I am a notoriously bad speller. I could blame this condition on any number of factors. Mom and Dad didn’t look after my education properly. Learning disorder. Maybe even monomania. Whatever it is (subliminal message: laziness), I will endeavor to use my spell checker with enthusiasm, thus my fears will most likely subside.

    Now, what will we (I) put in this blog? Hmmm, I’m not yet sure. Just everyday impressions of life I guess. Books, movies, music, news…these are the things I love and will probably write about. But, if I had to think on it, I would guess that I write mostly about what grabs my attention at the moment, especially if it pisses me off.

    Beyond that, let me start out with a little information about me. I love history. Not your everyday, run of the mill history. I’m in love with the dark side of history. For example, how was the election stolen by the Republicans in the state of Florida in the year 1876? Hmmm, interesting. Read on it and find out…great stuff. I’m a somewhat semi-avid reader of books. I’ve found new, unexpected pleasure in the writings of Gore Vidal. I have a habit of referring to Vidal in emails, conversations, missives. For example: “Hey, check out this article about Lincoln. Gore Vidal had some interesting things to say about this very subject in his book ‘Essays 1952-1992’. This is probably slightly irritating to the recipient but, well, so be it. If they take the time to read some Vidal, they will be better for it.

    Now, for one random interesting contradiction about me. I have a deep rooted suspicion, bordering on a searing hatred for police officers. However, I love cop shows. I never miss an episode of Law & Order. This is completely insane in my opinion but, perhaps it has something to do with my learning disorder.

    That’s it for now. I look forward to Eric getting this web page done, especially the gutter area. I can’t wait for the world to see what Gore Vidal book I’m reading right now.

    And oh, I just ran a spell checker on this. Only 5 mistakes! I’m getting better!

    — Justin M. StoddardComments (0)

    For more good ol' fashioned ranting and raving, visit the archives!

    Whole30 Redux: Days 4 through 30
    May 18, 2015 — 11:16 pm

    Monday morning was my 30-day mark for this Whole30 run, and the most obviously measurable marker of progress was a success — I lost 20 pounds, on the nose, in 30 days! . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30 Redux: Days 1, 2, and 3
    April 20, 2015 — 11:20 pm

    I’ve written before about losing a bunch of weight on a low-carb paleo diet, and kept a detailed blog journal of last year’s successful Whole30x2 journey (starting here; ending here), in which I maintained a strict variant of paleo for 60 days and reported my thoughts and progress along the way. . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    A Robust Food Truck Culture Breeds Innovation
    May 17, 2014 — 1:37 am

    Alexandria City Councillor Justin Wilson (no, unfortunately not that Justin Wilson) invited me to provide testimony for a food truck regulatory hearing, so here’s what I sent to him:

    Although I live just outside the city proper, in Fairfax County, Alexandria city is in many ways still my community. I shop at Giant, Whole Foods, and Trader Joe’s; I eat at Old Town restaurants and play trivia in Old Town bars; I watch plays at the Little Theater and watch movies at AMC Hoffman. Perhaps even more importantly, in two weeks my employer’s offices are moving from the Watergate to Duke Street, right at the edge of Old Town. I already spend a tremendous amount of time in Alexandria city, and I’ll soon be spending nearly all my days working here as well.

    There are a great many reasons to love Alexandria, but one thing this city is sorely lacking is a robust food truck culture. I have little doubt that existing brick-and-mortar restaurants aren’t excited at the prospect of competing with a horde of nimble upstarts who have lower overhead and fresh ideas. But competition breeds innovation, and food trucks both create and expand niche and otherwise underserved markets.

    An example close to my own heart can be found in my hometown: Portland, Ore. Only two years ago, a couple of paleo diet enthusiasts launched a modest Kickstarter for $5,000 to fund a food truck they planned to call Cultured Caveman. Now, regardless of what you think about paleo, there’s no question that this is a niche market. Dedicated paleo restaurants simply don’t exist — at least, they didn’t in 2012. But the Cultured Caveman folks found a groundswell of community support, easily surpassing their fundraising goal and expanding from one cart to three, spaced throughout town, in less than two years. Just this past March, they successfully exceeded a $30,000 Kickstarter campaign to open their first brick-and-mortar restaurant.

    There’s no way this couple of young, 20-something entrepreneurs could have gambled on a full restaurant right out of the gate, with no real capital, no experience as restaurant owners, and no idea whether they’d be able to attract a clientele with a menu so strictly limited in concept. But with a small level of overhead and a big dream, they parlayed a few thousand dollars into a citywide franchise that has made many thousands of Portlandians happy. People with celiac disease or lactose intolerance, people avoiding processed sugar and chemical additives, people who simply care about organic produce and grass-fed meat — they all now have a set of prepared-food options where they know that literally everything on the menu will meet their unique dietary restrictions.

    I don’t know whether Alexandria could be home to a success story of exactly this type, but my real point here is that nobody knows. We can’t know unless the political process steps out of the way of entrepreneurs who want to put their money at risk in order to bring the people of Alexandria new options. Let consumer preference reveal itself by lifting food truck restrictions and letting innovation flourish. Let us all find out which great untried ideas are out there that we’ll someday wonder how we ever lived without.

    [Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30x2: Day 61
    March 17, 2014 — 1:37 am

    My 60 days in this 60-day Whole30 program ended early Sunday morning, which means that it’s time for another weigh-in. On day 1, Jan. 15, I weighed in at 315.8 pounds. When I checked the scale for the first time since then on Sunday morning, March 16, exactly 60 days later, I weighed in at 303.8 pounds — a loss of 12 pounds in two months, averaging almost a pound and a half per week. That’s almost the equivalent weight of a gallon and a half of liquid.

    That’s about twice the rate at which I’d been losing weight during the period from mid-April 2013, when I first started CrossFit while following a half-assed paleo/primal diet, through mid-January 2014 when I first began Whole30’s variety of strict paleo. During those nine months, I dropped from 345 pounds to 315, averaging a little more than three pounds per month or three fourths of a pound per week.

    This increased rate of weight loss since the program began can’t be attributed to working out more, because my schedule and the weather got the better of me and I definitely worked out less during the program than I had during most of the months beforehand. The two primary competing theories of weight gain and loss would each account for this result in different ways. Either I lost more weight because this ended up being a lower-calorie diet even though I didn’t track those calories, or I just ate far fewer foods that spike the insulin that triggers fat storage. Even though these theories explain the process in different ways, they could also both simultaneously hold true in any particular case study.

    But weight loss isn’t supposed to be the primary point of all this, no matter how inclined I am to focus on it personally. I generally feel better and more energetic, and lighter on my feet, with a stable appetite and greater ability to forego temporary satisfaction in order to work toward longer-term gains. I deem my program participation a success, and a worthwhile foundation for the future.

    This leads me to the final homework writing assignment:

    I want you to write a post that could be shared with someone you care about who doesn’t believe that this may be a worthwhile effort. On the flip side, this program may not have been worth it, and in that case, I’d like the note to explain to them why they should avoid this program.

    For all the reasons I pointed out above, and in yesterday’s post, I’m happy with the program experience and its results for me. But should you try it too? It can seem awfully limiting and restricting looking at it from outside. But really, 60 days isn’t a long time in the scheme of things to give up a few kinds of food — especially if you focus on the great foods that are left.

    For instance, just yesterday a Facebook friend commented on one of my program posts, “No fruit would have done me in.” But, really, it wouldn’t do her in, and that may be the program’s primary benefit — the ability to demonstrate to yourself that you can have sustained mastery over what you choose to consume. You can do it. Whoever you are, reading this, you can do it, because if my gargantuan self can turn away from years of gluttonous indulgence there’s no question that you can give up your favorite foods for two months. You think you can’t? You’re wrong. And you deserve to prove that to yourself.

    As I wrote on day 8, “Sometimes … people will tell me that they could never give up X kind of food because they love it too much. But of course they can, because I did — and few people loved it more than 439-pound me.”

    It Starts With FoodSo take a few minutes to read the primers on why it’s a good idea to try going without sugar, grain, dairy, legumes, and alcohol for a few weeks. If those don’t quite push you over the edge, try reading a bit more. Then eliminate them consistently from your diet for a few weeks and test how you feel. After the program ends, try reintroducing some of those food types one by one so you can see in a tactile, practical way whether they make any difference.

    Maybe you’ll conclude that it’s all fine, and you should just go back to eating whatever you want. But maybe you’ll discover something that’s been holding you back in your life and your health goals, something that you never would have discovered without simply testing its absence from your life for a brief window of time.

    Here are my food photos for day 61: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    Whole30x2: Days 59 and 60
    March 16, 2014 — 3:02 am

    Back when I and my fellow participants started this Whole30 program, CrossFit South Arlington‘s coach and program leader Megan wrote, “We are starting on Wednesday, January 15th. Add 60 days and that puts the end date at 5am on Monday, March 17th.” I’ve just realized, though, that today has been my 60th day. I’ve numbered each day here in the blog as I’ve chronicled my food choices, and I’ve now double- and triple-checked the count on a calendar to be sure my numbering isn’t off — and it’s not. My first full day of following the program guidelines was Wednesday, January 15, so my 60th full day has been Saturday, March 15.

    That said, I have no problem with keeping it up on Sunday as I had already planned — as I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I plan to keep experimenting within this same framework going forward, tweaking variables here and there as I go. But Sunday will be day 61.

    I wrote yesterday both about some of the nutritional lessons I’ve learned during the past two months and my post-program intentions, but I still have a couple of writing assignments left. I’ll complete one today and the other tomorrow.

    A final write-up on how things went; good, bad and ugly. Any suggested areas of improvement would also be great. This is basically a critique of the program along with some suggestions on how you would make this better / different if you were in charge.

    Good: The biggest benefits for me have been learning how beneficial regular breakfasts and sleep are. Basic stuff, I know, but it’s no longer theoretical for me. The reading was great, although it took a lot longer than I thought it would to get through everything — even though I’d already read a bunch of it long before the program started. I particularly enjoyed the three times I shared meals with other program participants — not only because it provided a variety of good food and recipe ideas, but because it’s easier to find out via conversation what’s working, what’s failing, and how we can support each other in the road ahead than it is through sporadically reading each other’s blogs. I’d like to be part of future paleo gatherings, if anybody else in the group is game to continue them once in a while.

    Bad: This was a good way of discovering where some of my biggest weaknesses still lie. I’m a world of difference away from the life of constant junk food that I once lived, and the fact that I’ve been basically “paleo” for a while and managed to do hardcore paleo for these past two months indicates that I can tame my food demons. Going without something that I might ordinarily be tempted to eat isn’t an issue. But I’m still slacking in other areas of my life. I’m not exercising nearly as much as I want. I improved my sleep schedule a little, but not a lot. The idea of making it to bed earlier than midnight at all, let alone on a regular basis, still seems worlds of possibility away.

    Ugly: Some elements of the program weren’t entirely clear in advance. The CrossFit South Arlington implementation deviates from regular Whole30 rules in a few ways, like eliminating ghee basically for the duration of the program and going long stretches with total elimination of fruit and nuts. It would have been nice to know that up front, and to make such deviations clear to all participants even after the program is under way. Halfway through the program, there were still participants who had no idea that ghee was off-limits — something I had been sure to have clarified for me (pun intended?) on the first day. Definitions weren’t always clear, either. When we were told that protein was the single mandatory part of every meal and snack, and so we couldn’t have just nuts for a snack, I pointed out that this made no sense to me because nuts contain protein. It was only after this that Megan clarified that, for the program’s purposes, “protein” always means “animal protein.” That idiosyncratic use of the word would not have otherwise occurred to me, and it would probably be useful to future participants if these kinds of program-specific redefinitions are made clear from the beginning.

    Here are my food photos for days 59 and 60: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30x2: Day 58
    March 14, 2014 — 1:23 am

    One of the remaining homework writing assignments for the double-length Whole30 program I’m finishing in the next few days is to talk about “what, if anything you learned about yourself and nutrition.”

    As I mentioned way back at the beginning, I’d been sold on the (for want of a better word) “paleo” lifestyle long before the program started, but I’d never really fully committed. As I wrote then, “I’ve been eating more or less along those lines for a while now, but I’ve never really gone hardcore. Never fully given up dairy, never worried about the bits of sugar in bacon and salami, allowed myself too many periodic indulgences.”

    Now I can say I’ve gone hardcore for a few weeks — at least on the dietary front — and it’s made a difference. Although the scale is still off-limits through the weekend, I feel lighter, although I’m not sure by how much. My clothes are looser. I feel more satiated more often. Any affinity for sugary snacks I still feel is sort of abstract, without any more sense of being drawn inexorably to them, whether physically or psychologically.

    But what’s made the biggest difference? Giving up fruit? Giving up dairy? Giving up nuts? Giving up the traces of sweeteners in a whole bunch of products that don’t really need them? Even going so far as to give up the artificial sweeteners in gum and mints? Who can say?

    So, once the program has ended I’ll keep experimenting. I’ll add back some dairy, for instance, while holding other general dietary variables constant. Then I’ll give up dairy again and, after some time has passed, add back some fruit. And so on. I won’t get to every combination of factors that I’d like to test on myself right away, but I look forward to seeing over time whether any of them has a noticeable impact on my progress and the way I feel.

    Apart from dietary composition, one big difference for me has been eating breakfast every day. For most of my life, I’ve skipped breakfast — partly because I tend to stay up late and oversleep, so I’m always rushed when I finally drag myself out of bed. Breakfast is an easy casualty of a harried schedule. But breakfast was required in this program, and I feel the difference in a kind of satiation that lasts for hours, sometimes all day.

    I’ve managed to move my sleep schedule a little earlier, by an hour or two, on a regular basis, but not as far earlier as I’d hoped. Still, though, I’ve been getting a full night’s sleep more often than not during these most recent weeks, and that seems to have made a difference, too. I regard this as an ongoing work in progress, and hope to move it earlier still, especially as I learn how to better balance work, freelancing, and recreation. One strategy I hope to apply is to convince myself I don’t have to finish everything at night — instead, I can go to bed without getting anything done and do the work early in the morning. I like this idea in theory, but have yet to apply it in practice.

    Here are my food photos for day 58: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30x2: Days 56 and 57
    March 13, 2014 — 12:50 pm

    I planned to get a chunk of Whole30 program homework writing done last night, but had a power outage that lasted for nearly six hours, well past my bedtime. I can’t take time out of my work day to do it, but I can at least take a moment to post my most recent photos to stay current.

    Here are my food photos for days 56 and 57: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30x2: Days 54 and 55
    March 11, 2014 — 12:14 am

    Swamped with other stuff to do, but I should be able to complete a new homework writing assignment tomorrow night.

    Here are my food photos for days 54 and 55: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30x2: Days 52 and 53
    March 9, 2014 — 3:24 am

    For three days in a row now, I’ve skipped a meal — dinner on Thursday and Friday, lunch today. I seem to have reached a point at which I just feel satiated most of the time.

    Here are my food photos for days 52 and 53: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30x2: Days 50 and 51
    March 6, 2014 — 11:42 pm

    I spent Tuesday and Wednesday nights engaged in musical pursuits — starting with an unexpected evening of karaoke after my scheduled pub trivia night was unexpectedly canceled. Here are the three songs I performed for the crowd of mostly strangers: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30x2: Day 49
    March 5, 2014 — 2:07 am

    My semi-regular trivia night was unexpectedly canceled at the last minute tonight, which led to a fantastic bunless burger and karaoke with a relatively new friend and a couple of complete strangers. Nerve-wracking for an introvert, but ultimately a lot of fun.

    Here are my food photos for day 49: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 48
    March 4, 2014 — 12:43 am

    I actually have a shot at getting to bed relatively early tonight, so I’ll once again cut this short.

    Here are my food photos for day 48: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 47
    March 3, 2014 — 3:54 am

    Today’s homework assignment is to write a bit about the why the caloric balance hypothesis is mistaken. I already did that in some detail on day 18, but I’ll summarize it here.

    For the past few decades, the hypothesis that has dominated nutritional science is the idea that we gain or lose weight based on the number of calories we consume or expend. Eat more than you exercise, you’ll get fat. Exercise more than you eat, you’ll get skinny. Easy as that. This notion is based on a superficial reading of the laws of thermodynamics, specifically the conservation of energy.

    Science journalist Gary Taubes points out, though, that the scientists espousing this hypothesis have been assuming one-directional causality when they only see a demonstrated correlation. In fact, the thermodynamics equations have no arrow of causality — and we can see that the causality points in the opposite direction when we think about children growing into adults. Children going through growth spurts don’t grow because they’re eating a lot — they eat a lot because they’re growing. That growth, and the ravenous appetite it consequently brings, stems from human growth hormone.

    So, contrary to the conventional wisdom that people get fat because they consume more energy than they expend, this is the alternate hypothesis: People consume more energy than they expend because they’re getting fat. That growth, and the ravenous appetite it consequently brings, stems from insulin production and resistance, which is gradually developed from excessive carbohydrate consumption — particularly refined sugars and grains. This has been borne out in controlled studies of rodent diets, and observational studies of human diets.

    The insight here is that physical growth of all kinds is first and foremost a hormonal phenomenon. If your hormones are telling your body to grow, they will also give you the appetite and energy inclinations to make that growth possible.

    Pinning it all on caloric balance without understanding the unique metabolic effects of different kinds of calories is to pretend that you can control a system without understanding the structural complexity underlying it.

    In short, hormones are the cause, appetite is the result, growth is the effect.

    Here, Taubes proposes an experiment that could definitely prove or disprove this hypothesis.

    Here are my food photos for day 47: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 46
    March 2, 2014 — 1:45 am

    Meetings all day, and freelance work all night. I’ll put together something more substantive tomorrow, but in the meantime, you can see me pop up in a video shot by Washington, D.C., mayoral candidate Bruce Majors during a Saturday afternoon tour of the Libertarian National Committee’s forthcoming new office space in Alexandria, Va. (that’s me at 1:56, and my voice during the last minute or so): . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 45
    March 1, 2014 — 1:26 am

    Too much to do tonight, too little time to do it. I’ll save a new substantive post for tomorrow, and hope that I don’t skimp on the sleep hours too badly tonight.

    Here are my food photos for day 45: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 44
    February 28, 2014 — 1:49 am

    One homework assignment this week as part of the 60-day Whole30 program I’m participating in with several other members of CrossFit South Arlington is to review these two articles and talk about the circumstances surrounding my own food cravings:

    Change Your Habits, Part 1: The Cue

    Change Your Habits, Part 2: Willpower

    There have been a few challenging adjustments for me during this program, but fortunately food cravings haven’t really been among them! In the food log I’ve been maintaining since the program started, I count only four instances of food cravings, all of them for some sort of sugary or even mildly sweetened food, on day 5, day 8, day 11, and day 19. None of these cravings were for a particular food — at least not strongly so. The first time it happened, the first thing I thought of that I wanted to eat was Justin’s maple almond butter, but really anything moderately sugary would have satisfied the urge.

    These cravings weren’t really triggered by places, people, or events, but three of them do share one thing in common — they happened an hour or two after a lunch of just eggs and mixed greens sautéed in red palm oil. The fourth happened after a lunch that included 15 cranberries. Were the eggs and fat not quite enough to keep me satiated throughout the afternoon? Did the cranberries trigger too much insulin and lead to a sugar craving later?

    The first three instances were still relatively early in this experiment so I may not have fully transitioned from sugar burning. I wasn’t eating a ton of sugary carbs, but I was eating more fruit than I should have, indulging too often in things like sweetened nut butters, and certainly not paying any attention to the small quantities of sugar in things like bacon and sausage. People transitioning into a low-carb diet often report feeling flu-like symptoms and frequent sugar cravings within the first few days. I’ve never really had it that bad, but maybe these particular cravings were kind of a low-grade version of my body suddenly adapting to having nearly zero sugar content in my diet.

    In any case, I managed to overcome most strong cravings and food-related impulses a long time ago. This is not to say I haven’t ever indulged in things I believe I shouldn’t eat, but it’s not difficult for me to deprive myself of anything entirely. I started using a psychological trick way back in the mid-’90s, in my first successful (although short-lived) stab at weight loss.

    First, I try to focus on the great-tasting foods that I can currently eat instead of on the foods I can’t. The old glass-half-full mentality. Quit obsessing over cookies and doughnuts, and instead remind myself that I can eat things like great steaks and curries and an array of tasty, spicy veggies. This attitude does most of the work in avoiding temptation.

    Second, I try to maintain a mental mindset that any particular off-limit food isn’t actually food. So, if I see a plate of brownies, I regard them as non-consumable objects. They may as well be made out of plastic — I won’t be eating them in either case. This is pretty successful in and of itself, just refusing to regard particular kinds of food as edible at all.

    If that’s not enough to prevent some kind of food from tempting me, though, my third strategy is to try calling up a tangible memory of how the forbidden food tastes, smells, and feels. In other words, I try to indulge momentarily in a brief and vivid — though imaginary — sensation of all the things I enjoy about that off-limits food. And then I remind myself: I already know what that tastes like. The experience of eating that is already stored away in my memory, ready to call back at any time. So, if I were to indulge in actually eating it again now, what would I gain from it after the few seconds of consumption had passed? Just another memory of the past, the same type of memory that I already have.

    Indulging would also mean that I’ve disrupted my own health goals, and I know how easy it is for marginal choices to aggregate over time into a drastically unhealthy lifestyle. It’s better to avoid even those marginally bad choices whenever possible. I gain nothing by indulging again but regret and a fleeting sensation of the kind I can already recall at will from my memory.

    That’s my three-pronged strategy for avoiding food temptation, and it’s usually very successful. I used to live a life of constant prodigious indulgence in all kinds of junk food (along with terribly unhealthy food that I assumed was good for me), and I have a detailed memory of all the qualities that I loved about it while eating it, as well as all the ways in which it made me feel terrible afterward. Calling up both of those different types of memory when needed helps to keep me safely away from the wrong foods.

    Here are my food photos for day 44: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 43
    February 27, 2014 — 1:56 am

    In an effort to keep to my planned bedtime, I’ll forego my planned writing for tomorrow.

    Here are my food photos for day 43: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Days 41 and 42
    February 26, 2014 — 1:25 am

    A particularly lame article made the rounds among a dozen or so of my Facebook friends the other day, decrying the “pseudoscience” to be found at Whole Foods. The piece points out some alternative health notions that I’d agree are almost certainly bogus — like homeopathy and various mystical-sounding healing claims — but also lumps into this pile of perceived quackery things like organic vegetables and books about paleo food.

    I’m not suggesting that anybody needs to hold a positive belief in the value of any of those things, but in that author’s sneering certainty that they all amount to pseudoscience — or, still more libelous, anti-science — he reveals his own ignorance of the scientific method and veers into pseudoscience himself.

    In short, an untested (or little-tested) hypothesis is not the same as a false hypothesis. Most of the people seeking out better health through better nutrition, with dietary strictures that fly in the face of conventional wisdom, aren’t rejecting science. Far from it. They’re participating in a process of self-testing, determining whether the anecdotal evidence of others may also apply to themselves. They’re checking out relatively untested hypotheses on a personal, case-by-case basis. This is no substitute for the gold standard of randomized, controlled trials, but when those trials aren’t forthcoming and your own health is on the line, it’s not crazy to seek out — and test — some of those alternative solutions yourself, especially when you’ve seen widespread testimony of their effectiveness for others.

    Far too often, the skeptic community that I love takes this amazingly hubristic approach, essentially treating unproven hypotheses as though they are proven quackery. Skepticism about fanciful unproven claims is great, but a sense of certainty that unproven hypotheses are false is both misplaced and pseudoscientific.

    No food-related issue better illustrates this hubris than GMOs. This article targets the people who want to avoid them as part of the “pseudoscience” crowd. Generally speaking, GMOs don’t bother me. Pretty much the only reason I’d be inclined to avoid some GMOs is because they’re tailor-made to be pesticide resistent and therefore have higher pesticide residue when consumed — exactly the same reason I prefer organics for some food. It’s not necessarily a different nutrient composition that I’m after, but a lower exposure to a very particular set of chemicals.

    But, apart from pesticides, GMOs seem genetically safe to me. The scientific explanation for why they should be safe convinces me, and histrionic claims about frankenfoods don’t. Still, I don’t possess certainty about my assumption. Supporters of GMOs like to assert (smugly, always smugly) that GMOs have been positively demonstrated to be safe, but it’s crucial to point out that a failure to demonstrate harm is not the same thing as proving something safe.

    It’s always possible to conduct bigger, longer studies that better control for important variables, and I have no assurance that my assumption of GMO safety would be certain in every one of those cases. I oppose attempts to ban GMOs through political power, but voluntary organized attempts to avoid GMOs seem fine to me — and if those people have a lower risk tolerance than I do for specific types of food, I’m happy that they have retailers who will cater to them.

    And, once again, name-calling those who have that lower risk tolerance as “pseudoscientific” is in and of itself pseudoscientific.

    I have no reason to go through that article point by point, because it continually makes the same kind of errors. I’ll end on this supremely annoying quote:

    If the Paleo diet helps you eat fewer TV dinners, that’s great—even if the Paleo diet is probably premised more on The Flintstones than it is on any actual evidence about human evolutionary history.

    As it’s been pointed out again and again and again, historical reenactment is not the point. The little we know about the history of diet in human evolution is only a starting point for suggesting testable hypotheses about foods that are better or worse for us to consume. So, no, “paleo” diets aren’t any more genuinely “paleo” than all comic books are genuinely comical. It’s an imperfect term that stuck, and pretending that word is intended to be literal misrepresents the actual research that’s ongoing.

    Here are my food photos for days 41 and 42: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 40
    February 23, 2014 — 9:37 pm

    On day 32 of this Whole30 program, I wrote about a new bedtime routine that I was trying out a few nights each week in order to get to bed earlier. (I also pointed to a great article from Mark Sisson about sleep strategies on day 37.)

    I think the routine is helping to wind me down and successfully relax so that I fall asleep quickly after I go to bed, which is great — and I’ve been getting about eight hours of sleep more often than not lately, which is one of the biggest goals here.

    The new routine hasn’t helped yet, though, in actually getting me into bed much earlier on a regular basis. In fact, I think it’s contributing to me staying up a little later. Because this routine focuses on turning out or dimming all lights and unplugging from devices for a period of time before going to bed, I often end up working on freelance projects up until the point that I’d like to just fall asleep, then the bedtime routine of unwinding before going to bed keeps me up that much longer — albeit in a more relaxed and ultimately sleep-receptive state.

    I think it’s a success overall so far, in that it’s getting me a better quantity of solid sleep hours, but I still need to work on task prioritization so that I can keep to a more consistent earlier bedtime and earlier rising without sacrificing the amount of time I’m actually asleep. It’s still a balancing act.

    Here are my food photos for day 40: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Days 38 and 39
    February 23, 2014 — 2:13 am

    This marks two weekends in a row of extended interaction with strangers — pretty far outside the introvert comfort zone. It all turned out well, though, and today’s two separate paleo potluck gatherings provided the opportunity to sample several excellent recipes that I’d enjoy adding to my own routine at some point.

    First, a few of the folks participating with me in CrossFit South Arlington‘s double-length version of the Whole30 program organized a late-lunch potluck at the same location and with some of the same attendees as our shared paleo meal on day 18. Here’s the spread and the group: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 37
    February 20, 2014 — 11:55 pm

    In my ongoing quest to get to bed earlier, I keep reading more on the subject. Here’s a survey from Mark Sisson of dozens of marginal approaches to a more predictable bedtime and better sleep quality. It’s kind of a trial-and-error, pick-and-choose list of strategies, not doable all at once — but I’ll try incorporating some of these suggestions and report back later if they yield any noticeable results.

    Here are my food photos for day 37: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 36
    February 20, 2014 — 1:11 am

    Still working on getting to bed a little earlier each night, so for now I’ll just share this great new piece from Mark Sisson, “We Don’t Know What Constitutes a True Paleo Diet.” The most important initial premise:

    The anthropological record provides a framework for further examination of nutritional science; it does not prescribe a diet. It gives us somewhere to start so we’re not flailing blind men dropped off in the middle of a strange city. That is why we’re interested in what early humans ate (and didn’t eat).

    And the conclusion:

    Luckily, there’s evidence that dietary changes are relevant. When zookeepers noticed the gorillas were getting diabetes and heart disease on scientifically-formulated gorilla chow, they said, “Hey, let’s try providing a diet approximating the one these great apes might eat in the wild. I’m thinking leafy greens, alfalfa, green beans, and tree branches.” The gorillas thrived. So did the grizzlies and the elephants when placed on diets that approximate (rather than replicate) their wild diets.

    Are we so different?

    Here are my food photos for day 36: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 35
    February 19, 2014 — 1:24 am

    I’m past my planned bedtime already, although not yet as late as last night. That means it’s time to cut this short for now and head to sleep.

    Here are my food photos for day 35: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 34
    February 17, 2014 — 11:04 pm

    As I mentioned yesterday, a friend asked whether I could point out any practical results I’ve seen so far now that I’m more than halfway through my participation in this 60-day Whole30 program.

    In at least one big sense, reporting results is a little premature. One of the Whole30 strictures is to give up weighing yourself for the duration of the program — and, frankly, as a longtime member of the ranks of the morbidly obese, I’d be lying if I said weight wasn’t a primary concern for me. I understand that overall health is the goal here, and that weight is a terrible variable to use as a primary marker for health — the difference in density between fat and muscle is one important reason why that’s true. Still, though, I’ve been more than 300 pounds for a long, long time, and although it’s a huge drop from my top weight of 439 pounds, I’d like to see that number keep dropping.

    The Whole30 restriction on use of scales seems to have been established entirely for psychological reasons, so people won’t be discouraged by ordinary fluctuations or get fixated on a number that may not have much of anything to do with their actual health. That being the case, I don’t think this restriction applies to me. I don’t have the kind of temperament that gets disappointed by fluctuating data points or gets fixated on one measurement to the detriment of more important ones. Still, though, I signed up to follow the rules, and I’m game to do it.

    So, I can say that it feels like I’ve dropped a few pounds in the past month, but I don’t know that for sure because I haven’t weighed myself since the morning of day 1. My shirt and pants feel a little looser, but I could be imagining that. I should have used a tape measure for a few circumference measurements when I started, but I never did.

    I usually have a pretty even temperament, so I’m not sure I can detect any improvements in mood. I feel fine. I usually felt fine before the program, too. It’s like Lisa Simpson once pointed out on The Simpsons:

    Lisa: You can’t upset us. We’re the MTV generation — we feel neither highs nor lows.
    Homer: Really? What’s it like?
    Lisa: Meh.

    But, I should point out, I’ve basically been eating paleo (or, rather, primal) for a long time now. For this particular two-month program, I’ve given up all dairy and trace amounts of sugar, preservatives, industrial vegetable oils, etc., but I was eating only tiny amounts of those things as it was. So this isn’t an entirely radical departure from the way I’ve been eating for the past couple of years.

    Before I started eating paleo-ish at all, though, I felt terrible. As I mentioned on day 8, I frequently used to feel like I could die at any moment, whether from lack of simple carbs, or climbing a few stairs, or even just walking down the block. That’s long in the past, though, thanks to the change in the way I eat. These days, I never feel like I’m in a hurry to eat. I get hungry, but it’s not a panicky, fearful hunger. I could miss a meal without feeling any physiological urgency.

    I also used to have terrible acid reflux, and I’d frequently wake up choking in the middle of the night from some sudden reflux that made it to my windpipe. That’s also ancient history, and its absence from my life is also precisely correlated with the change in my diet composition.

    I feel like I’m maybe slightly more productive since starting Whole30, but I’m not sure how to measure that — and I feel like it could just be because I’m starting to be more focused on a consistent evening routine before bedtime, which requires me to get work done earlier and quit putting it off until later. If an improvement along those lines exists, I can’t confidently attribute it to a change in the way I’m eating.

    I’m hoping that establishing a consistent sleep schedule may help me see even better and more noticeable results. The jacked-up cortisol levels that result from lack of sleep are known to inhibit weight loss, and I’ve been an inveterate night owl since high school in the late 1980s, at least. This will be the single most difficult part of the program, and will represent the biggest lifestyle change by far.

    Here are my food photos for day 34: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 33
    February 17, 2014 — 12:35 am

    Yesterday, a friend asked on Facebook for some details about the effects that I’m seeing so far from participating in this Whole30 program:

    all your updates are about what you are doing, I would like to see some updates about how these changes have affected you. Mood, energy, appearance, focus/output, etc. Any noticeable changes resulting would be appreciated.

    I think I’ll have time to talk about that a bit tomorrow, but I’m trying to stick to an earlier sleep schedule so right now it’s time to postpone that for doing pretty much nothing for a while until I nod off. In the meantime, I suggest checking out some Whole30 testimonials from other people who have participated.

    I particularly like this one from Jessica O., who not only had a remarkable number of health improvements, but found that she no longer suffered from a lifelong impulse control disorder. Here’s another good one from somebody who participated in an earlier iteration of the same CrossFit South Arlington program that I’m part of right now.

    Here are my food photos for day 33: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 32
    February 16, 2014 — 12:45 am

    On day 28, CrossFit South Arlington coach Megan, who is also leading this Whole30 program, challenged me to create a written bedtime routine, and I’ve been working on this for the past few days, thinking carefully about what I’m doing in the evenings and how I can change it to be sure I’m getting to bed sooner when possible, and falling asleep more quickly when I do actually head to bed.

    I’d actually read this piece by Chris Kresser, and other similar articles, a while ago, arguing that the artificial light that surrounds most of us during the evenings upsets our natural levels of meltaonin — the hormone that signals our bodies when to sleep. And yet, I’d never really taken it to heart. It took a major lifestyle change a while ago to get me to stop eating most forms of sugar, grain, starch, etc., but that’s almost nothing compared to the lifestyle change it will take for me to give up artificial light. When I’m at home, I almost always have at least two screens going at any given time, reading, writing, watching, listening — constant input, interaction, divided attention. And it doesn’t slow down as the evening winds on. I’m surrounded by incandescent light and LCD screens until the moment I hit the sack.

    Although the first step in this process is planning backward from the time I need to wake up in the morning, the biggest challenge for me will be to dim the lights and start relaxing well before I go to bed, letting the melatonin kick in for an easy transition to a full night’s sleep. I’ve already tried this out once this week, on Tuesday night, turning out almost all the lights and reading an actual physical book (rather than an ebook or dozens of articles on my laptop) with dim light at least 45 minutes before I should be asleep. I think that part of the process worked well the first time, but I still didn’t get eight hours of sleep that night. So, to be realistic, I’m going to shoot for seven hours this week, eight hours the next, and go from there.

    Tonight is shadowy night no. 2, and it’s time to get started — so that means it’s also time to wrap up this blog entry.

    Here are my food photos for day 32: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 31
    February 15, 2014 — 1:03 am

    I attended a conference for most of the day today, so my post-lunch food options were limited. I planned ahead with some Nick’s Sticks grass-fed “mini beef bites” and SeaSnax seaweed, made with olive oil. While driving a friend back to the apartment he’s staying in this weekend, we stopped off at a 24-hour kabob restaurant to finish off the night.

    John’s food below is a perfect example of the kind of middle eastern food I ate regularly once upon a time, with bread, rice, and delicious curry sauce that also likely comes with hidden starches and sugar: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 30
    February 14, 2014 — 2:30 am

    I’ve formulated a bedtime routine that I think may help me get to sleep earlier, as Megan assigned me on day 28, but rather than taking the time to detail it tonight, I’m heading to bed. I’m already up later than I should be, and fixing my tendency to cram in a bunch of work late at night is a big part of solving the problem.

    Here are my food photos for day 30: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 29
    February 13, 2014 — 2:05 am

    On day 15, I talked a bit about how other people perceive the food I make in most of these photos: nasty, cat food, Alpo, etc. The hits keep coming! From Facebook yesterday: “Your ingredients lists are always so appetizing, but the food always looks like a catastrophe in the photos.” And: “I agree that everything you cook looks like dog food. LOL.”

    Keep in mind, these are comments from supportive people! They see the value of the paleo approach to nutrition and of the Whole30 program in which I’m participating through mid-March. They have a sense of visual food aesthetics, though, that I lack. Or, at least, it’s never been important enough for me to try pursuing more visually appealing food.

    I respect the culinary skills involved and I understand that the eyes play a big part in determining what’s appetizing and what’s not. But, as with most things in life, going to the effort of a sophisticated visual presentation entails tradeoffs — in this case, in time and efficiency. On day 16, I pointed out that I’ve been drawn toward this one-skillet (or one-pot) method of cooking since back in my college days. I didn’t mention, though, that I started cooking this way in large part because it saves me from having to clean extra dishes.

    There’s also the fact that I like the way it tastes more than when I cook and serve individual items separately. Chopping everything into small pieces and mixing it as it cooks melds the flavors in a way that I wouldn’t get otherwise. I’ve always thought it might be a good idea to learn how to make a real omelet, for instance, but making an omelet would mean I’m not making a scramble — and the scramble tastes better to me because the ingredients are more thoroughly blended. Fewer bites of mostly egg or mostly filling, more bites of everything all at once.

    Anyway, given that everybody dislikes the way my food looks but appreciates the descriptions, I thought I’d put together a set of photos showing how I go about making these ugly-but-delicious skillets: “How to ruin your food for everyone but Eric, in 17 easy steps!” . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 28
    February 12, 2014 — 1:17 am

    Some feedback and challenges from Megan, CrossFit South Arlington‘s coach extraordinaire and program leader for this double-length Whole30:

    I just wanted to take a moment to follow up with you regarding all of your homework assignments, eating, etc. through this program so far.

    I just spent some time looking through all of your logs and info. Your assignments are good to go. Thanks for taking the time to think and work through those.

    As for your food, you are actually looking really good! It seems that you have been very diligent about cooking at home and trying to optimize the ingredients you are using.

    Ultimately, I have two challenges for you for the remainder of the program:

    1. I want you to create a written out night time routine with a bedtime and all. Think about how you want your night to look and what activities make you sleepy vs. wake you up. Think about what time you need to be laying in bed in order to fall asleep. I then want you to share that routine with the group / on your blog. Once you do this, I want you to put that routine into action at least 2 days this week. I want you to increase the number of times you do it in a week for each week here on out. So, 2x this week, 3x next week, 4x the week after, etc. I personally think that one of the worst habits you have – and something that is probably affecting you more than you know – is your sleep habit. This will be the biggest focus for you in terms of optimization. How much can you change this.
    2. I want to see you introduce a larger quantity of vegetables. Right now, your plates are overwhelmingly dominated by your protein source. I have no problem with you eating more protein if you are hungry and need to eat it to satiated. I do still want your veggies to outweigh the protein regardless.

    I think Megan may be underestimating my veggie consumption. With the vast majority of the skillet meals I prepare, I’d estimate it’s about 2/3 veggies to 1/3 meat. I’m up for the challenge, though, and there’s no question I usually fall short on the veggies at lunch.

    Last night is the worst night of sleep I’ve had since I began this program, thanks in no small part to a freelance project that kept me up into the wee hours of the morning — but I could have finished it earlier with better budgeting of my time earlier in the evening and over the weekend. At any rate, I’m hoping that putting a little more deliberate planning into winding down each evening can help me get to bed at a more consistently early time.

    Here are my food photos for day 28: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 27
    February 10, 2014 — 11:49 pm

    After today, nuts are off the menu for the next 33 days! So I had one last helping of macadamias and kale chips (which contain cashews and sunflower seeds), and that’s it until mid-March. They’re not bad forms of food in limited quantities, and I’ll definitely miss them for the next few weeks, but they can definitely be used as a crutch by people following paleo diets. Eliminating them just requires a little more thoughtfulness about planning meals.

    Here are my food photos for day 27: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 26
    February 10, 2014 — 12:08 am

    I’ve mentioned the work of science journalist Gary Taubes a few times since I began this Whole30 program. As it happens, Taubes published an excellent new piece in the New York Times today, about the unbelievably shoddy state of nutrition science.

    After pointing out that some basic modern assumptions about diet have never been tested because it’s too expensive, he goes on to explain:

    Nutritionists have adjusted to this reality by accepting a lower standard of evidence on what they’ll believe to be true. They do experiments with laboratory animals, for instance, following them for the better part of the animal’s lifetime — a year or two in rodents, say — and assume or at least hope that the results apply to humans. And maybe they do, but we can’t know for sure without doing the human experiments.

    They do experiments on humans — the species of interest — for days or weeks or even a year or two and then assume that the results apply to decades. And maybe they do, but we can’t know for sure. That’s a hypothesis, and it must be tested.

    And they do what are called observational studies, observing populations for decades, documenting what people eat and what illnesses beset them, and then assume that the associations they observe between diet and disease are indeed causal — that if people who eat copious vegetables, for instance, live longer than those who don’t, it’s the vegetables that cause the effect of a longer life. And maybe they do, but there’s no way to know without experimental trials to test that hypothesis.

    The associations that emerge from these studies used to be known as “hypothesis-generating data,” based on the fact that an association tells us only that two things changed together in time, not that one caused the other. So associations generate hypotheses of causality that then have to be tested. But this hypothesis-generating caveat has been dropped over the years as researchers studying nutrition have decided that this is the best they can do.

    One lesson of science, though, is that if the best you can do isn’t good enough to establish reliable knowledge, first acknowledge it — relentless honesty about what can and cannot be extrapolated from data is another core principle of science — and then do more, or do something else. As it is, we have a field of sort-of-science in which hypotheses are treated as facts because they’re too hard or expensive to test, and there are so many hypotheses that what journalists like to call “leading authorities” disagree with one another daily.

    It’s an unacceptable situation. Obesity and diabetes are epidemic, and yet the only relevant fact on which relatively unambiguous data exist to support a consensus is that most of us are surely eating too much of something. (My vote is sugars and refined grains; we all have our biases.) Making meaningful inroads against obesity and diabetes on a population level requires that we know how to treat and prevent it on an individual level. We’re going to have to stop believing we know the answer, and challenge ourselves to come up with trials that do a better job of testing our beliefs.

    That’s why I’m so interested in projects like Whole30. The scientific community has fallen down on the job, assuming as facts many hypotheses that have never been confirmed. In lieu of reliable data from controlled experiments, I control my data in an ongoing series of personal experiments. Although my own results aren’t directly applicable to anyone else, they may well inspire somebody else to engage in a similar bout of self-experimentation. One by one, ingredient by ingredient, we can figure out how our bodies respond to food.

    Here are my food photos for day 26: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 25
    February 9, 2014 — 1:27 am

    Homework time!

    1. Write about one thing that has gone surprisingly well and one thing that has gone surprisingly not good.

    2. Write about what you should change (if anything) about your sleep situation.

    Before starting this, I was worried that I’d always be too rushed or busy doing other things to do enough cooking at home, and I’d end up buying a lot of rotisserie chickens or carnitas/guacamole bowls from Chipotle (two of the few compliant items there), or maybe just eating sugar-free jerky and lunch meat all the time. As it happens, though, I’ve managed to cook dinner nearly every night, almost always with enough left over for breakfast the next morning. I’m consistently blazing through my fridge full of veggies and gradually clearing my freezer of all the meat I’d stocked up on. Making dinnertime a priority in my schedule was a crucial component of following through on this.

    I had a surprising setback this morning with my sleep schedule, though. After nearly two weeks of waking up at 9:25 a.m., I successfully moved that time up to 9:10 a.m. on Friday — but when I tried to move it up by another 15 minutes on Saturday, to 8:55 a.m., I failed. I have a distinct memory of hitting the snooze button twice, and the next thing I knew, it was already 10:10. I hoped that by approaching this methodically, I’d be able to gradually and consistently wake up earlier. But, as I posted in our program’s Facebook group two and a half weeks ago:

    I tend to procrastinate a lot, which means I put off going to bed — and then I sleep late. Even once I’m awake, I tend to procrastinate getting out of bed and starting my day. I’m lucky I have a job that’s flexible enough to allow me to start work late, but that also means I end up working late… and missing classes at CFSA.

    Although I’ve managed to regularly wake up earlier than I used to, it’s not early enough yet. And a big part of that is the fact that my bedtime has gradually crept a little later, so instead of getting seven to eight hours of sleep per night, I’ve been getting six to seven. If I want this to work, I can’t let other priorities interfere with just going to bed when I’ve decided I’m supposed to. I have decades of inertia working against me here, but it’s a solvable problem if I actually commit to solving it.

    Here are my food photos for day 25: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 24
    February 8, 2014 — 1:40 am

    After the success of smaller-scale paleo meal sharing last weekend, we had a larger potluck with more of the group all in one place this evening. I couldn’t cook beforehand because I was at the office all day, so I just picked up a “Naked Bird” rotisserie chicken and an organic veggie platter from Whole Foods before arriving. Excellent food from everyone — especially the spinach-artichoke dip and the hardboiled eggs wrapped in turkey sausage — basically, Scotch eggs without the breading. I really have to try making those myself one of these days.

    Here are my food photos for day 24: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 23
    February 7, 2014 — 1:39 am

    Although I’ve managed to wake up consistently every morning at 9:25 for about a week and a half now, my evenings have started to slide back a little later — I didn’t get to bed until 3:30 a.m. last night, which I believe is the first time I’ve had less than six hours of sleep since I began this 60-day Whole30 program. It’s time to make a renewed effort to get to bed earlier.

    Here are my food photos for day 23: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 22
    February 6, 2014 — 2:45 am

    Often, people who call the basic idea of a “paleo” diet into question think it’s problematic to eat meat, or perhaps any animal products at all. I understand ethical vegetarianism, and I have no quarrel with people who don’t want to eat animals for whatever moral reasons they may have. I take strong issue, though, with claims that it’s healthier.

    The single most widespread piece of evidence that vegetarians tend to marshal in favor of their health claims is The China Study, a bestselling book based on a 20-year epidemiological survey in various regions of China. The problem with treating this as any kind of definitive analysis, though, is that The China Study is purely observational and has a slew of methodological problems: cherry-picked supporting sources that don’t always support what they’re purported to support, conflating broad correlation with specific causation, and failing to control for other complicating factors — “variables like schistosomiasis infection, industrial work hazards, increased hepatitis B infection, and other non-nutritional factors spurring chronic conditions.”

    In short, The China Study doesn’t compare apples to apples. It was a non-rigorous survey-based study that didn’t control for other dietary variables, and conflated extremely loose correlation with specific causality of a single factor among many. At the most, this kind of survey-based data can suggest a hypothesis to be tested through randomized, controlled trials. Instead, people leap from slight observational correlation to alleged definitive causation. It’s the same type of shoddy science problem that led to the demonization of saturated fat during the past few decades.

    Denise Minger, author of the excellent new book Death by Food Pyramid: How Shoddy Science, Sketchy Politics and Shady Special Interests Have Ruined Our Health published an in-depth analysis of the claims presented in The China Study three and a half years ago. Anybody interested in nutrition should take the time to read it.

    Summing up, from its conclusion:

    If both whole-food vegan diets and non-Westernized omnivorous diets yield similar health benefits, this is a strong indication that the results achieved by McDougall, Esselstyn, Ornish, et al are not due to the avoidance of animal products but to the elimination of other health-harming items. Western diets involve far more than increased consumption of animal products, and for some groups—such as Alaskan Natives—a switch from a traditional diet to a Westernized one entails reduced animal food consumption, with the caloric void replaced by refined carbohydrates, hydrogenated oils, grains, sugar, and convenience foods. The fact that a dietary shift towards Western fare inevitably leads to proliferation of “diseases of affluence”—regardless of changes in animal food consumption—suggests that another factor, or lattice of factors, instigates this decline in health.

    The success of the Chinese on plant-based diets does not invalidate the experiences of other populations who evade disease while consuming animal products. Nor does individual success on a vegan program nullify the disease reversal seen by those adhering to specific omnivorous diets. Rather than studying the dissimilarities between healthy populations, perhaps we should examine their areas of convergence—the shared lack of refined carbohydrates, the absence of refined sweeteners and hydrogenated oils, the emphasis on whole, unprocessed foods close to their natural state, and the consumption of nutritionally dense fare rather than empty calories or ingredients concocted in a lab setting. Modern foods, and the diseases they herald, have usurped the dietary seats once occupied by more wholesome fare. It is this commonality—the thread bonding healthy populations—that may offer the most meaningful insight into human health.

    Here are my food photos for day 22: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 21
    February 5, 2014 — 1:50 am

    Navigating restaurants can be tricky during a program with such specific requirements for things to avoid, so my strategy so far for this double-length Whole30 has been simply to cook everything myself — aside from a single meal with much of the food prepared by fellow participants this past Saturday.

    If I’m doing all the buying, prepping, and cooking, I know almost exactly what’s gone into everything I eat. I still have to trust labels to some extent, but at least groceries are labeled! Restaurant menus usually come with the barest of descriptions, not always listing all of the primary types of food one can expect to find on a plate, let alone the constituent ingredients — sauces, oils, seasonings — or their still more specific nutrient composition. Most people don’t care that much, and there’s no chance I’d want the government to regulate the provision of such information, but this is all information I’d like to know. The fact that I usually can’t get it means that I just don’t patronize restaurants that much anymore.

    Tonight was my first trip to a restaurant (for a bar trivia competition) during the program so far. It was easy enough to ask them to leave the apple cider glaze off my pork chop, and to ditch the mashed potatoes in favor of a second helping of veggies — but still, this stuff is all cooked with oil that I’d rather avoid. Whole30 has a guide for questionable ingredients, and there lists sunflower/safflower oils as far from ideal for cooking but OK for an occasional restaurant meal. I’ll stick to the tropical oils at home, and it’ll be at least another couple of weeks before I face that kind of choice again.

    Here are my food photos for day 21: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 20
    February 4, 2014 — 12:54 am

    When I wrote the other day about the hormone hypothesis for weight gain and loss, I referred a few times to the work of Gary Taubes, Science journalist and researcher. I’ve made no secret of the fact that Taubes, in no small part, led to me losing 140 pounds.

    Taubes makes a convincing case that dietary science has gotten some fundamental things entirely backward during the past several decades. The Overcoming Bias blog sums it up well:

    For several decades, it has been the conventional wisdom that dietary fat (and especially saturated fat) contributes to obesity, heart disease, and cancer. Judging from Taubes’ exhaustive research — indeed, I’d be surprised if any other book examined bias within a particular scientific field in such detail — the conventional wisdom was based on unreliable and slender evidence that, once established and institutionalized in government funding, set a pattern of confirmation bias by which further research was judged (or ignored).

    If you want the full-fledged scientific and historical case, you should really read Good Calories, Bad Calories. Taubes later condensed the book’s most important points for a lay readership in Why We Get Fat: And What to Do About It. It’s all worth digging into.

    You can also see the basic argument in handy video form: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 19
    February 3, 2014 — 1:31 am

    This past week was a killer, schedule-wise, but I finally had a chance to rest a bit today. Rather than spend it on another thoughtful digression about matters nutritional, I’ll head to bed a few minutes early and leave you with this 1989 album, easily one of my top 10 favorites of all time, which I played today for the first time in a while: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 18
    February 1, 2014 — 11:54 pm

    Why We Get Fat: And What to Do About It, by Gary TaubesSo, why do people get fat, anyway? I’ve been putting in a few minutes here and there throughout the week between work, more work, freelance work, homework, and food prep to complete yet another assignment due this week for the double-length Whole30 program I’m currently following. With no further ado:

    1. What are the two competing hypothesis with respect to why people become fat?

    There are more than two, but most of them fall into two primary camps, one focusing on aggregate energy content of food and physical exertion, the other focusing on internal bodily processes.

    Theory the First: It’s All About the Calories

    For some, the process of weight gain and loss is as simple as the first law of thermodynamics, the conservation of energy. If a system takes in more energy than it puts out, energy within the system will increase — in the case of humans, often as excess fat stores. If a system puts out more energy than it takes in, energy within the system will decrease — in the case of humans, pounds melt away.

    It’s easy enough to see why this theory is so widespread. We can observe ourselves on a micro scale, seeing what happens after we have a particularly large meal or indulgent holiday season. Overeating and a sedentary lifestyle are positively correlated with weight gain, so it’s easy to observe the correlation and jump straight to the post hoc fallacy of obvious causation: People get fat because they eat too much and exercise too little. Quit consuming so many calories and start burning more off, you’ll stop gaining weight and start losing it.

    People have gone to extreme lengths to demonstrate this theory in case studies, like the nutrition professor who went on a “Twinkie diet,” consuming nothing but sugary, carby, processed junk food for 10 weeks and losing weight. He was eating terrible food, but kept the calorie count below 1,800 per day and lost 27 pounds. At least on the surface, this would seem to prove it — it’s not so much what you eat, but how much of it you eat, that determines weight gain or loss.

    But not so fast!

    Theory the Second: Hormones Uber Alles

    The first theory is true in part, because (Einsteinian quibbles aside) there’s no getting around thermodynamics. When the food hits the digestive tract, though, thermodynamics is only one facet of the complicated process at play.

    You can’t get fat if you’re not consuming more energy than you expend, true enough. The problem with using that as a baseline of conventional wisdom is that the thermodynamics equations have no arrow of causality. Dietary science has treated it as one-way causation for decades, even though we know it’s not true for other kinds of growth. Children going through growth spurts don’t grow because they’re eating a lot — they eat a lot because they’re growing. That growth, and the ravenous appetite it consequently brings, stems from human growth hormone.

    So, contrary to the conventional wisdom that people get fat because they consume more energy than they expend, this is the alternate causal direction: People consume more energy than they expend because they’re getting fat. That growth, and the ravenous appetite it consequently brings, stems from insulin production and resistance, which is gradually developed from excessive carbohydrate consumption — particularly refined sugars and grains.

    The insight here is that physical growth of all kinds is first and foremost a hormonal phenomenon. We can see hormonally directed accumulation of energy stores every day simply by comparing physical differences between men and women. Fat deposits accumulate disproportionately in particular places on women’s bodies that doesn’t hold true for men unless they undergo hormone therapy to reshape their fat accumulation in a way that women naturally possess. We can also see how the direct application of hormones causes particular cell clusters to store more fat, when the same site is repeatedly used for insulin injections and becomes disproportionately fatter than the surrounding tissue. For most obese people, that’s happening throughout their bodies, every day.

    We can also see this phenomenon in studies of twins who had been separated at birth, some of whom have the same type and extent of fat accumulation after they age despite completely different growing environments. Maybe most striking is progressive lipodystrophy, in which a single person can be simultaneously obese and emaciated depending on which part of the body you look at. Hormones direct fat to accumulate in some areas, but not in others.

    If your hormones are telling your body to grow, they will also give you the appetite and energy inclinations to make that growth possible. It’s possible to ignore that internal compulsion, eating less and exercising more through sheer will power despite the overwhelming hormonally regulated urge to do otherwise (remember the “Twinkie diet”?). But that’s an unnecessary uphill battle, because it’s possible to regulate hormonal imbalance in a way that instead creates an innate urge to expend more energy and consume less.

    For people with insulin resistance (and pretty much anybody who’s obese probably has insulin resistance to some degree), that hormonal imbalance can be regulated through limiting carbohydrate consumption, consuming protein and fat regularly, intermittent intense exercise, reducing stress, getting enough sleep, etc.

    When people say that a calorie is just a calorie, it’s usually accompanied by the connotation that the energy content of food is the only factor governing weight gain — that the body is a metabolic black box into which calories go in and calories come out. Subtract one figure from the other, and that tells you everything you need to know about weight gain and loss. But that unit of energy is always and everywhere accompanied by an array of other characteristics that signal to the body how to process that energy content. Whatever the energy measurement may be, there is no consistent functional equivalency in terms of how the body responds to it.

    2. What is insulin and why is it important? How does it function in the body and why should we care about it?

    Of all the hormones that affect fat storage and release, insulin is the most important. It determines how and whether energy is stored in cells, among several other functions, and insulin production is governed by blood sugar levels more than any other factor.

    High blood sugar levels are toxic, and the human body can’t handle more than about a single teaspoon of sugar dissolved in the bloodstream at once. So, when sugar intake is detected, the body starts pumping out insulin to grab the excess sugar, whatever isn’t needed for current energy expenditures, and shunt it safely away into fat cells where it sits until easily burned energy sources are gone and stored energy is needed.

    So, insulin is vitally important. Without it, consuming even small quantities of sugary food could quickly lead to death. The more the body is flooded with high quantities of insulin, though, the more resistant the cells are to its signals — so it takes more and more insulin to produce the same effect, eliminating excess sugar from the bloody and storing it safely in ever-expanding fat cells. When insulin resistance becomes extreme enough, excess consumed sugar remains in the bloodstream and ravages the body.

    This severe stage of insulin resistance is also known as type II diabetes. It used to be called “adult onset” diabetes, but this condition is being diagnosed at increasingly younger ages as kids fall prey to a toxic food environment in which sugar is hidden nearly everywhere. That’s why we’re seeing an explosion of obesity in children. As much as adults have trouble resisting hormonal urges, little kids are more defenseless still in trying to overcome the innate desire to consume more and exercise less once that hormonal imbalance sets in.

    Even though the the first theory above, caloric balance, makes intuitive sense and is widely accepted, it’s important to remember that every step in this process is scientifically uncontroversial: Carbohydrates spike blood sugar. Spikes in blood sugar trigger the release of insulin. Insulin signals cells to store more fat. Morbid obesity and diabetes are two of the extreme results of this vicious dietary cycle.

    Here are my food photos for day 18: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 17
    February 1, 2014 — 2:35 am

    Too much going on this evening to write much, but I should have a substantial piece ready to go tomorrow for all two of you reading this!

    Here are my food photos for day 17: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 16
    January 30, 2014 — 11:53 pm

    Yesterday, I talked a little about the evolution of my usual cooking style, but neglected to mention that it all really began back in college, when I was known among roommates and other friends for making something called “pot of stuff.”

    This usually began with a cup of rice cooked in a pot on the stove, to which I’d add things like kidney beans, soy sauce, parmesan cheese, canned veggies, or cans of Campbell’s condensed soup — usually without cooking any further. I’d just let the heat of the rice warm everything else up. I’d eat half right away, and save the other half for the next meal.

    Once I started cooking with a skillet and finding good ingredients, my basic method remained the same: Put everything into a single pan/pot, cooking it all together, making enough so that I can save half for a second meal. Most of the food I make tastes better to me this way, because I’m cooking with complementary flavors and letting them meld. The veggies soak up the meat juices, the cooking fat is thoroughly distributed instead of drained off and wasted, and — best of all — very little cleanup is required.

    Here are my food photos for day 16: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 15
    January 30, 2014 — 1:30 am

    This morning, one of my Facebook friends said that the thumbnail image of yesterday’s Whole30 dinner “looks like really yummy cat food.” Just two years plus a few days ago, a cousin said of one of my Facebook food photos, “Why do your dinners always sound so good yet look so nasty!! Lol” — and yet another friend followed that three days later with, “Yes, the photos look like alpo. Sorry :( But yes, they SOUND good!”

    I’ve followed actual recipes a few times in my life, but most of the time I’m just improvising in the kitchen, figuring out which flavors I like best, which ones work together well, which combinations need to be modified or scrapped over time, etc. In that time, I’ve figured this out to the point that nearly anything I make at home is more delicious than almost anything I could order at a restaurant. So, although I’m no visual stylist, creating food that consistently tastes amazing to me is no mean feat for a guy who used to cook not at all.

    When I moved to the D.C. area in 1999 to start work at U.S. Term Limits, I spent four years living in an apartment without a functional stove. Turning on the gas was a bureaucratic hassle, so I decided I’d forget about it and just use the microwave. I spent those years living on garbage like Hot Pockets, freezer taquitos, Lipton (now Knorr) side dishes, and takeout.

    I realized recently that in the year-plus I’ve been back in D.C. for my latest job, I’ve never even once used my microwave (aside from using it as a timer for the oven). It’s the skillet or the oven for everything I make. Not that I wouldn’t use the microwave if it actually produced the results I now want, but it’s not up to the task. I’ve developed a style of cooking that may not be attractive, but it’s tailored so carefully to my own taste buds that my love of the food is blind.

    Here are my food photos for day 15: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 14
    January 29, 2014 — 12:54 am

    The CrossFit South Arlington version of the Whole30 program I’m following threw me a curveball this week that I hadn’t anticipated — I’m required to share a paleo meal with somebody else. The idea is that participants should learn how to stick to our new habits even in social situations with others, rather than just on our own at home.

    My close friends are all in other parts of the country or even busier than I am, so this pretty much means hanging out with somebody I don’t know well in unusual circumstances. I imagine this sounds like a fun, lighthearted project to most people, but as an extreme introvert, I only have an overwhelming sense of dread. If I’d known this would be part of the program, I almost certainly wouldn’t have signed up to participate in first place. I’m sure it’ll all work out, though, and once it’s over I’ll have completed the single most difficult part of the program.

    Here are my food photos for day 14: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 13
    January 28, 2014 — 2:08 am

    You may have noticed that I’ve been including small portions of liver in some of my recent meals. I was pretty squeamish about organ meats when I was a kid, but ultimately decided there’s no real reason to have more of psychological aversion to them than to meat — they’re both different kinds of tissue. A chopped liver shouldn’t be any more suspect than a chopped muscle.

    My dad had to eat organ meats frequently when he spent a couple of years in the British Isles as a youngster, and developed a lifelong aversion to them — especially liver, which he calls “the body’s garbage dump.” In truth, though, liver is one of the most nutritious foods you can eat — nature’s multivitamin, some call it:

    A popular objection to eating liver is the belief that the liver is a storage organ for toxins in the body. While it is true that one of the liver’s role is to neutralize toxins (such as drugs, chemical agents and poisons), it does not store these toxins. Toxins the body cannot eliminate are likely to accumulate in the body’s fatty tissues and nervous systems. On the other hand, the liver is a is a storage organ for many important nutrients (vitamins A, D, E, K, B12 and folic acid, and minerals such as copper and iron). These nutrients provide the body with some of the tools it needs to get rid of toxins.

    Interestingly, organs provided almost exclusively meat-eating cultures like the Inuit with the full complement of essential vitamins and minerals, including vitamin C, that most other people get in part from plants. Organs are also one of the crucial components of the self-experimenting diet that Dr. Terry Wahls used to reverse her progressive multiple sclerosis: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 12
    January 27, 2014 — 1:04 am

    This weekend has slipped away from me, with much left undone. In times past, I would have just stayed up for another couple of hours and dashed off a quick essay, but a big part of this Whole30 process is the attempt to get adequate sleep with regular hours. It’s after 1:00 a.m., past my bedtime, so it’s just photos tonight.

    Here are my food photos for day 12: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 11
    January 26, 2014 — 1:14 am

    I have too much going on today to write much more about my 60-day Whole30 program experience so far, but I would like to take a moment to give a shout out to the folks at Maple Avenue Market in Vienna, Va. I’ve been buying their meat, eggs, and produce through CSA shares via CrossFit South Arlington since August, and it’s always fantastic. I’m not a locavore, but I do care about how the things I eat were grown or raised, and having a personal connection to the process makes it easier to be sure you’re getting the good stuff. With their food in my fridge, it’s much easier to adhere to a program like this.

    Here are my food photos for day 11: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 10
    January 24, 2014 — 11:46 pm

    I have a few things I plan to write about in future installments of this blog series, which records my eating and sleep patterns as I make my way through a 60-day version of the Whole30 program, but my time tonight is limited. If you haven’t yet read my posts about blood sugar or the complexity of whole food, give them a try in the meantime.

    Here are my food photos for day 10: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 9
    January 24, 2014 — 1:34 am

    Tropical Traditions 'Gold Label' Virgin Coconut Oil - 1 Gallon PailSometimes it pays to buy in bulk. I don’t remember when I first heard of Tropical Traditions, but I’ve bought coconut oil and other products from them several times during the past three years or so. When they had a recent half-off sale on 1 gallon pails of their “gold label” coconut oil, I decided to stock up. Much less expensive than buying it a pint or so at a time at grocery stores.

    Their claims that the “volcanic soil of Mt. Banahaw makes these organic coconuts some of the most nutritionally rich coconuts in the world” seem like mere promotional hype, but the oil is certainly tasty, and gives everything I cook with it a bit of a Thai/Indian tinge. I’ve been using this pail for the past few days, and it’ll last long after this Whole30 program has concluded.

    Here are my food photos for day 9: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Day 8
    January 22, 2014 — 11:30 pm

    Sugar Roller CoasterMore than a week, dunzo. I noted the other day that I had some sugar cravings after a lunch of eggs and greens. I had similar cravings today, after a similar lunch — but not yesterday, when I ate the same thing as today but with the addition of a spoonful of Nuttzo nut butter. Too few data points to tell whether that made a causative difference, but it’ll be interesting to see whether a similar pattern repeats later.

    As much as my taste buds miss their old halcyon days when I would scarf down, say, a dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts or 32 slices of pizza in one sitting, the most important factor in changing the way I eat has been experiencing stable blood sugar firsthand. Even when I wasn’t binging that much on junk food, back in the day I rode a continual blood sugar rollercoaster — frequently feeling like I could die at any moment unless I ate a bunch of simple carbs, and quick.

    Anybody who’s gone down that road knows what it feels like. A sudden nosedive in strength and energy, the sensation of ice water flowing through veins, physical tremors. I have no idea what it’s like to experience withdrawal from a controlled substance, the type of thing we usually think of as an addictive drug, but I imagine it’s in the same ballpark as pathalogically low blood sugar crashes. The relief of getting another fix is probably comparable, too.

    I can tell when I’m having a sugar craving when I feel it in my arms. Usual hunger pangs are stomach-centric. But when my body tells me it wants sugar, it’s almost like the blood vessels in my arms start growling. This is incredibly rare today, although before I started limiting my carb intake, it happened nearly every day — usually multiple times. And in those rare instances when I have this kind of sugar craving now, it’s only an echo of the past’s severity. It’s a mild sensation that passes after I eat some protein and fat, then disappears again for quite a while.

    The fact that I’ve experienced this feeling a couple of times since starting the Whole30 program indicates to me that even my previously limited carb intake has probably been a little too high. Regular intake of protein and (especially) fat level out the blood sugar fluctuations, but carbs trigger insulin release and shoot things out of whack. Both highs and lows follow. Most people aren’t this sensitive to carb intake, but after years of doing things like plowing through a five-pound bag of Smarties in a week, I have no doubt that I’ve become particularly insulin resistant.

    So, I’ve never second-guessed that I’m doing the right thing by leaving most carbs out of my diet. Losing about as much weight as a ordinary-sized person weighs is great. Even better than that, though, is no longer feeling like I’m about to die all the time.

    I’m still unmistakably a fattie. Anybody who didn’t know the old me wouldn’t suspect that my current body belongs to a nascent health nut. But sometimes the people who did know the even more ginormous me then, and see the difference, ask me how I did it. Limiting carb intake was my biggest tool — whether in the form of sugar, grains, or starch.

    Sometimes these people will tell me that they could never give up X kind of food because they love it too much. But of course they can, because I did — and few people loved it more than 439-pound me.

    Here are my food photos for day 8: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30x2: Day 7
    January 22, 2014 — 12:02 am

    I usually take a choice few supplements, but when I started this Whole30 program I scrutinized everything that I consume and realized that they usually contain small amounts of disallowed ingredients — most commonly, soybean oil. A drop in the bucket, in the scheme of things, but if I’m going to do this at all, I want to do it completely. So I quit taking them, for at least a few days, until finding program-compliant substitutes. As of today, I’m once again taking vitamin D3, a brand that uses olive oil. There’s no way a hermit night-owl like me is getting enough sunlight-generated D.

    Here are my food photos for day 7: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Days 5 & 6
    January 21, 2014 — 2:35 am

    Ingredients of an All-Natural EggThis article from io9, “What if natural products came with a list of ingredients?,” has been lighting up my Facebook news feed for the past couple of days. A chemistry teacher in Australia put together a few infographics that show just how dazzlingly complex natural, whole foods are. Once you spell out all the chemical constituents, a piece of food as simple as an egg, for instance, is just as loaded with big words that most people don’t understand as any package of processed, preserved, enriched industrial foodlike substance you’ll find taking up most of the space on supermarket shelves.

    I haven’t checked to be sure his lists of chemical ingredients are correct, but the idea itself is certainly true. Whole food contains multitudes. Still, these images seem to have been created with the connotation that, hey, if natural food is so complex, quit worrying so much about what you eat! Calm down, it’s all chemicals anyway. And this is exactly the opposite of the lesson that people should draw from these images.

    As with pretty much everything else in life, when it comes to chemicals, context makes all the difference. The whole foods “movement,” if you can call it that, certainly has its share of credulous, panic-stricken people, but the vast majority of those who try to avoid the industrial food supply aren’t worried about chemicals full stop, they’re worried about particular chemicals, in particular amounts, in particular contexts.

    The principle of hormesis is well known — in short, the dose makes the poison … or the cure. It’s easy enough to think that food additives are perfectly healthy — after all, they’re FDA-approved, right? Conventional nutritional wisdom, though, is flimsy at best, and built on a house of cards: regulatory capture; confirmation bias; institutional arrogance; cherry-picked data; government subsidies with strings attached that assume the unproven as fact; observational studies that can serve at most as the basis for hypotheses that must be rigorously tested in randomized, controlled trials; and so on.

    This, of course, brings me to Friedrich Hayek. Perhaps his most valuable contribution to economics was the way in which Hayek explained the complexity of social order, pointing out that knowledge is distributed. The things individual economic actors know about individual needs, wants, preferences, supplies, skills, and conditions are widely dispersed. These things can’t be aggregated into central knowledge because there’s no way to collect the data. That’s why many economists refer to economic activity as a discovery process — only by allowing people to act to reach their own goals using their own portion of the local knowledge that exists throughout society can those goals best be met. Central intervention only short-circuits this process.

    If social interactions are complex, how much more complex is the interplay between the uncountable chemicals, bacteria, genetic markers, environmental conditions, and lifestyle habits within every one of those members of society? The dominant establishment perspective — that any particular isolated chemical, or combination thereof, that hasn’t been proven dangerous after some period of testing is therefore assumed safe — is astoundingly hubristic. We all know that the absence of evidence is not evidence of absence, but this is rarely heeded in the social application of science. Especially when it comes to conventional nutritional wisdom, where both scientists and the promulgators of their findings play fast and loose with correlation and causation.

    The complexity of real, whole food is one of the primary reasons that a “paleo” diet makes so much intuitive sense to me. As Terry Wahls pointed out, as she navigated the medical research about the multiple sclerosis that was crippling her, she decided to self-experiment with her own brain cell biology. If your body is missing the chemicals that it needs to create and maintain the brain’s myelin, synapses, and mitochondria, she reasoned, that in itself may be the problem. Although Wahls started with supplements, she said, “it occurred to me that I should get my long list of nutrients from food — that, if I did that, I would probably get hundreds, maybe thousands, of other compounds that science had yet to name and identify, but would be helpful to my brain and my mitochondria.”

    Millions of years of evolution have adapted the internal complexity of our bodies to interact with the external complexity of the world around us in ways that we have not fully comprehended, and may never. So, the desire to limit consumption of modern food additives is not a rejection of science, it’s an embrace of science with much greater scope and nuance — as well as a recognition of its limits. The fact that I can eat an Oreo and not die from it tells me nothing about the marginal effects it has on my physiology.

    No, we don’t know exactly what our ancestors ate, and that doesn’t really matter. The idea that we should look, at least in part, to our evolutionary background in order to determine the foods to which we’re better or worse adapted is a hypothesis, not a conclusion. And, like all hypotheses, it needs to be rigorously tested. Some of those tests are clinical, controlled, randomized. That’s the gold standard when you can come by it. As for myself, I can self-experiment with food in a stumbling, continually correcting process of isolating variables and their effects on me. The more other people do the same, the more distributed knowledge becomes accessible, and the better for all of us. That’s what this Whole30 program is all about.

    Here are my food photos for days 5 and 6: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Whole30x2: Day 4
    January 18, 2014 — 11:54 pm

    Nutiva Red Palm OilI said yesterday that, in order to ditch the ghee for the rest of this 60-day Whole30 program, I’d be picking up some coconut oil, and maybe some pastured tallow or lard. I spotted something else at the store that I’ve always wanted to try, and used it to make tonight’s dinner: red palm oil.

    Tropical oils derived from coconut and palm fruit have gotten a bad rep because they contain so much saturated fat. I remember once in the early ’90s seeing some product with a label proclaiming, “Contains no tropical oils!” At the time, not knowing much about nutrition other than the fact that Cheez-Its and Cinnabons were super-tasty, I had no idea why anybody might want to avoid tropical oils. They sounded delicious, I thought, and considered whether I’d be more likely to buy whatever it was if it had said, “Now contains three kinds of tropical oils!”

    In any event, the tide of science and a large chunk of popular opinion has turned. We now know that saturated fat is great for you, and the purported evidence to the contrary was based on cherry-picked data from aggregate observations that did not control for other important dietary and lifestyle factors. There is no reliable evidence that saturated fat correlates with, contributes to, or causes the conditions like heart disease for which it’s so often blamed. Quite the opposite, and I’m all about the tropical oils today.

    So, no more ghee (until March 17). Bring on the non-dairy forms of delicious, nutritious, saturated fat.

    Here are my food photos for day 4: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    Whole30x2: Day 3
    January 18, 2014 — 1:08 am

    Purity Farms GheeI’m a big fan of ghee, a clarified butter that’s often used in Indian cooking. I prefer butter, like Kerrygold’s grass-fed imported Irish butter, but the Whole30 program I’m following disallows butter because it contains small amounts of whey, lactose, and casein, which can cause problematic reactions and sometimes help trigger autoimmune disorders in particularly sensitive people. Ghee, though, is butter that’s been cooked and concentrated into oil, with the butter solids removed — and, with them, all the whey, lactose, and casein. So it’s allowed by Whole30.

    But it’s not allowed by CrossFit South Arlington! They’re the sponsors of this particular double-length implementation of the Whole30 program, and have decided that there could still be trace amounts of problematic ingredients in ghee. And, given that this self-experiment is meant to be a hardcore elimination of those potential problems, however remote the potential might be, ghee is out.

    You might notice, though, that I used ghee in Wednesday’s dinner and Thursday’s breakfast, as well as tonight’s dinner (below) and, because of the leftovers, tomorrow’s breakfast, as well. Although this program is 60 days long, the food-type eliminations occur in phases, and the deadline to eliminate grain, bread, rice, beans, dairy, and alcohol, ends this Sunday. I’ve been avoiding all of those things anyway, apart from the dairy, and ghee is the only form of dairy I’ve eaten since the program started on Wednesday.

    Tomorrow, it stops. Breakfast leftovers in the morning will include my last ghee consumption for the duration of these 60 days. Saturday afternoon, I’m picking up coconut oil (I’m out, except for the teaspoon I managed to scrape together yesterday) and hopefully some pastured tallow or lard.

    Here are my food photos for day 3: . . . Read more!

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    Whole30x2: Days 1 & 2
    January 17, 2014 — 1:10 am

    I’ve lost a huge amount of weight, 140 pounds from my staggeringly high point of 439 pounds, but most of those came off a while ago, and I’ve been stalled and fluctuating ever since. The low 300s are worlds of functional difference away from the mid-400s, though, so it’s been easy to stay complacent.

    Limiting carbs played a big part in the biggest weight drops, but I wasn’t getting enough quality nutrition with my early Atkins days, and way too much in the way of artificial sweeteners and processed low-carb snacks. After I started moving into a primal diet in early 2012, I paid attention to quality food sources and nutrient composition, and a few markers of health that had been lacking began to improve — but a few of those pounds began to creep back, as well. I was eating great, real food (mostly), but not balanced in type or amount. Too much fruit, too many starchy veggies, huge portions. And every now and then I’d still indulge in those artificial chemical cocktails sold in the form of Atkins protein bars.

    Another huge caveat: I had never started exercising, apart from two or three short-lived stabs at treadmills, ellipticals, and weight machines in an ordinary strip mall gym. Although evidence shows that exercise alone won’t result in significant weight loss, I knew it was a critical part of improving general health and body composition, and that it could make a big difference in weight loss efforts when combined with a careful change in diet quality.

    It wasn’t until this past year that I really started hitting the gym — or, rather, the box. I started n00b training at CrossFit South Arlington in May 2013. It’s all about functional movements, scaled to individual capacity, and it’s already made a big difference — helping me drop more than 30 pounds from the point at which I had stalled, and generally giving me more energy, stamina, and strength. As I wrote in CFSA’s Facebook group a while ago, in a note thanking the coaches and others for helping me progress:

    As a scrawny nerd who grew up into a massive geek, and who tends to be painfully introverted around people I don’t already know well, I’ve never in my life felt comfortable in any kind of gym environment — until I came to CFSA. That’s largely thanks to Megan and Meredyth, along with the rest of you friendly coaches and CrossFitters. So, because Meredyth is abandoning evenings for the insanely early morning classes, and I haven’t been in Megan’s classes for a while, I just wanted to take a moment to express my appreciation. I’m still just taking baby steps compared to most of you, but doing this at all is still life-changing for me. You all keep me motivated and coming back, even when I’m tempted to sneak away quietly to my car halfway through a metcon run. Thanks!

    It Starts With FoodThe CrossFit community tends to be devoted to paleo eating, and with good reason. I’ve been eating more or less along those lines for a while now, but I’ve never really gone hardcore. Never fully given up dairy, never worried about the bits of sugar in bacon and salami, allowed myself too many periodic indulgences. So, I’ve opted to join CFSA’s Whole30 program, which requires participants to remove all instances of problematic food from the diet for 30 days in a short nutritional self-experiment. After I see how I feel eating 100 percent clean for a few weeks, I can see how I feel different if I add some of those foods back into my diet.

    CFSA has opted over time, in its experiences with prior participants, to double the length of the program, so this will really be a Whole60 — or Whole30x2. I started on Wednesday, Jan. 15, and will wrap it up on the morning of Monday, March 17. Sixty days of strict paleo, with a focus on quality food sources, sensible portions, regular exercise, and an improved sleep schedule. It’s the way I should be doing things anyway, but working with a group of people who are going through the same thing at the same time will help keep me accountable and focused on making it all habitual.

    As part of the program, I’ll be posting photos of everything I eat here on the blog along with any thoughts I have along the way. This is already the end of the second day of the program, so here are my first two days’ worth of food photos: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    Them’s the Rules
    March 19, 2013 — 7:29 pm

    As much as I can get sucked into them myself, I rarely find debates that are played out in Facebook comment threads to be truly productive. The brevity of the format and the pressure to respond quickly too often devolves into a retaliatory one-upsmanship that focuses on narrow points of disagreement at the expense of fuller nuanced context.

    On Monday, a post by Sarah Skwire responded to the just-announced verdict in the horrifying Steubenville rape trial, along with some baffling CNN coverage that focuses on the tragedy of the perpetrators’ ruined lives rather than the victim’s. Skwire’s post was widely reposted by many of my libertarian Facebook friends, including economist Steve Horwitz — and it’s in his comment threads (and elsewhere) that my best pal since high school and sporadic co-Shrubblogger Justin M. Stoddard spent much of the day debating with other commenters (not really with the professors themselves, I should add, at least not much) whether or not we live in a “rape culture.”

    One description of the INTP personality type points out that “An INTP arguing a point may very well be trying to convince himself as much as his opposition.” Whatever problems personality typing may have, I have no doubt that this statement accurately describes me, and I suspect the same is true for Justin. I know him well enough to know that he’s absolutely sincere in his desire to seek truth through conversation, ready to be convinced by others even as he tries to convince both them and himself. Debate is a proving ground for ideas, not a place to make a final, unalterable declaration then leave.

    Skwire and Horwitz are both on the short list of people whose work I most admire in the libertarian movement, and I’ve long been on the record as applauding the value of their Bleeding Heart Libertarians project, although not of every idea falling under its umbrella. I also know that Justin has long been a fan of Horwitz’s work, at least, so it seems odd to see such a contentious debate play out — especially regarding a point that seems entirely unobjectionable to me. I can understand Justin’s desire to achieve clarity on the details of an argument by challenging others, but at the same time I can sympathize with the frustration that the original posters may feel as their calls to attention for an important problem mostly only inspire an interminable discussion about what we should, or shouldn’t, call that problem.

    The Steubenville rape case is cut-and-dried — football players repeatedly raped and violated a drunk and incapacitated girl at a series of parties, taking photos and videos and bragging about the conquest to friends. Evidence of guilt abounds. And so, as it happens, does at least localized evidence of a bona fide rape culture. From Yahoo! Sports:

    Had nothing been said, shot or sent, this would’ve been just another night, like sadly so many anywhere in America with a confused girl wondering what really happened.

    Instead, this group of teens, so full of an overabundance of self worth, filmed and documented the crime, perhaps never assuming anyone would see it for what it was.

    They basically told the victim about it. Their friends essentially took real-time crime-scene photos for the cops. Of course, this was only possible because Mays and Richmond were more than comfortable committing the crime right in front of witnesses in the first place.

    Mays, in particular, essentially confessed to the crime via hundreds of text messages over the next few days – ranging from profound bravado in the immediate aftermath, to matter-of-fact statements the next day, to a panicked attempted cover-up and witness control as reality began to set in.

    Their coercive conquest was widely accepted as normal within their peer group — that the girl deserved to be assaulted because she was drunk and unable to resist. Nobody came to the aid of the victim at the time of the repeated assaults, and nobody reported the incidents to authorities until she and her parents realized what had happened days after the fact. There’s also no shortage of online public opinion placing blame squarely on the victim.

    Why the aversion, then, to calling this a rape culture — so much so that outrage over violent sexual assault gets sidetracked into an endless debate about semantics? I really don’t get it. Is it because the term originated with the left, and may therefore be freighted with Marxist connotations? I can see debating the connotations, especially if the notion of collective guilt for individual crimes rears its ugly head, but the term itself seems accurately descriptive to me. People in our culture often tend to overlook, rationalize, and justify rape and other forms of sexual assault. Not everybody does this, and not all the time, but often enough that it can be considered a pervasive aspect of our culture.

    Justin and most of the other commenters agreed on what seemed to me to be the important points: rape is a terrible crime; other crimes that violate individual rights are also terrible; rape happens to both men and women; prison is a literal rape culture in and of itself; libertarians should be on board with efforts to prevent rape; there’s nothing wrong with working to prevent rape with multiple simultaneous strategies, approaching the problem from different angles. So, again, as far as I can tell, the debate isn’t whether this set of violent problems exists, but rather, whether we should call it a “rape culture.”

    Justin protests in one comment that the term is meaningless because “If we live in a rape culture, then we live in a murder culture, a war culture, a theft culture, a gun culture, a tax culture, a robbery culture, a jay walking culture, ad infinitum.” Yeah, we do. I also object to none of those terms. Cultures carry many attributes, and there’s nothing wrong with focusing on one of them even as the others remain existent.

    I’ve never seen anything in real life as horrifying as the Steubenville case, but I have seen these cultural attitudes at play firsthand, manifesting in surprising places. So, in the spirit of Skwire’s call for libertarians to “Take responsibility for calling out, and calling attention to, the kind of rape culture that strikes at the heart of … libertarian principles,” I’ll share something that I witnessed a few weeks ago.

    At a party this past New Year’s Eve, I had the chance to see several good friends I hadn’t seen in more than a year, and, as is my wont at such gatherings, I spent most of the night playing Rock Band guitar with them. One of these friends, having imbibed to excess, eventually passed out on the living room floor not far from the game. After a while, in the middle of a song, I heard some commotion happening just out of view, and momentarily turned to see what was happening. A naked man was straddling my unconscious friend’s face, inserting his scrotum into my unconscious friend’s open mouth, his erect penis bobbing above my unconscious friend’s nose. A couple of dozen other people were in the room, laughing, smiling, and taking photos. “I’m really sorry, whoever you are,” the perpetrator said, “but I have to do this.”

    My initial instinct was to stop playing, stand up, and kick the perpetrator in the face. I did none of these things. I’d like to think that shock is the reason I didn’t intervene, but, truth be told, cowardice in the face of group dynamics certainly played a role. I told one of our mutual friends that if I were the victim, I’d press sexual assault charges. “Really?” Yeah, I really would, I reiterated. My friend responded, “He was passed out drunk at a party — them’s the rules.” Them’s the rules. Who wrote that rulebook?

    “So, wait, do you think he should go to jail for doing that?” Yeah, probably. “Huh.” My friend made a few inquiries and told me that yet another mutual friend had given permission for the assault, so didn’t that make it OK? But that’s not how consent works. You can’t give permission for somebody else to sexually assault your unconscious friend. Even the strongest power of attorney wouldn’t cover that.

    The relevant statute for this particular offense classifies it as a class A misdemeanor, punishable by up to a year in prison and a $1,000 fine: “A person commits the crime of sexual misconduct in the first degree if such person purposely subjects another person to sexual contact without that person’s consent.” For the record, I think the perpetrator would deserve every bit of that sentence, anybody aiding or abetting should be regarded as a criminal accessory, anybody cheering it on should be regarded as a reprehensible human being, and anybody else who observed this happening but did nothing to stop it should be regarded as a coward at best. Of course, I include myself here. I’ll regret for the rest of my life that I did nothing to intervene when I had a chance.

    I’d heard about this kind of hazing, the stereotypical juvenile frat-boy mentality that any gay (or faux-gay, as the case may be) sexual contact is simultaneously icky and hilarious, especially if perpetrated on a passed-out partygoer. And it’s fun for the whole group! After all, them’s the rules. I never thought I’d see anything like it myself, though, outside of the movies. Maybe that’s because I come from an at least somewhat sheltered sample population — I’ve never been drunk, and have spent only occasional, intermittent time around drunk people. I’ll never be in the same position as this particular victim. I won’t ever be passed out at a party unless I somehow spontaneously develop narcolepsy. But if any of my friends do pass out, that’s when I should be most vigilant about protecting them, if I’m any kind of actual friend at all.

    The victim was roused later in the evening and gleefully informed, “Dude, you got teabagged by a gay guy!” He kind of half-smiled and shrugged it off, then everybody went home. Not all of the many people in the room that night were libertarians, but many of them were — even hardcore libertarians, for whom individual rights and self-ownership are sacrosanct principles. I’d like to think they would have recognized the assault for what it was if it had been a straight guy sticking his genitals into an unconscious girl’s mouth. And yet, this first-degree sexual assault was laughed off as a hilarious prank because the victim was drunk and unconscious, and his perpetrator was also a guy.

    This wasn’t anywhere near as horrifying as the Steubenville case, and I don’t mean to marginalize one by talking about the other. The dehumanizing attitude toward completely defenseless victims, though, strikes me as similar in each case: Somebody who indulges to excess, to the point of incapacitation, deserves to be violated. Them’s the rules.

    If I ever needed any firsthand evidence that “rape culture” is a useful term that actually has widespread, if not universal, applicability to the society we live in, I got it that night. If this kind of victimization happens among those who profess to care most about individual liberty, it can happen anywhere.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Libertarian Positions on State Ballot Measures
    November 5, 2012 — 9:43 pm

    If you’d like a quick guide to to the ballot measures you may face at the polls on Tuesday (if you didn’t vote early, that is), here’s a piece that I put together for the national Libertarian Party website a few days ago.

    In most cases, the opinions and vote recommendations are my own, but in a few instances — Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Minnesota, and Ohio — the official recommendations of each state branch of the LP trumped some of my own calls.

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    Libertarian Book Clubs Foster Lasting Change
    September 3, 2012 — 8:05 pm

    Although I’ve attended Mark Skousen’s annual FreedomFest convention in Las Vegas several times as a participant, in summer 2011 I had the honor of presenting a session for the first time, alongside a roster of notable libertarian names — a great many of which I’ve admired and, in some cases, known for years. Titled “Libertarian Book Clubs: How To Promote The Literature of Liberty,” my 40 minutes or so of remarks and Q&A no longer appear to be available for purchase online, so I’ve uploaded the audio of my presentation. I’ve also included at the bottom of this post the text that I prepared to form the basis of the first several minutes of my presentation, although it likely differs in detail from what I actually said.

    This is a topic that’s particularly close to my heart. During the four years I spent as editor for the Show-Me Institute in Missouri, I ran a free-market book club primarily targeted toward college-age youth in the St. Louis area. Although attendance had its highs and lows over the years, at its heights I believe it was easily the institute’s single best program.

    I’ve tried to help spread the concept, through conversations, interviews, and an article in SPN News — but, as far as I know, similar clubs haven’t taken off elsewhere. That’s a shame, because if we want to spread the ideas of liberty in a way that brings lasting political and cultural change, it’s important to get as many people as possible to grapple with those ideas in all their richness and complexity.

    Before getting to my prepared FreedomFest remarks below, here’s the blurb that I wrote to preface the book club’s web page:

    The Show-Me Institute sponsors a biweekly book club primarily directed to Saint Louis–area college students (and college-age non-students) who are interested in exploring a broad spectrum of the ideas of liberty. The institute and its scholars do not necessarily agree with or advocate the ideas contained in the books selected for use in the club; rather, the institute hopes to encourage critical analysis, debate, and discussion of a wide range of thought about freedom and free-market economic perspectives.

    And here’s the full list of books that we covered, most of which were deleted from the Show-Me Institute website during the months after I left. Everything from early 2006 up through the Leon Kass book in 2007 was chosen by the Show-Me Institute’s first editor, Timothy Lee, and everything from the Johan Norberg book in 2007 through the James Tooley book in 2011 was selected by me.

    2006:

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    2009:

    2010:

    2011:

    With no further ado, here are my prepared remarks for the 2011 FreedomFest — and here, again, is the audio, if you care to follow along:


    Libertarian Book Clubs Foster Lasting Change
    By Eric D. Dixon

    The free-market movement is filled today with organizations analyzing public policy and developing prescriptions for positive change. This is an important job. Public choice theory convincingly shows that politicians face a strong set of perverse incentives that will lead them to spend more, tax more, cater to special interests, and shore up their own power base, all to the detriment of private citizens, civil society, and the rule of law. Somebody has to keep an eye on these guys, so it’s important to apply the principles of freedom and sound economics to the public policy sphere. Political power is always in flux, however, and today’s policy success can be easily rescinded or undermined tomorrow. One of the ways to foster lasting change is to spread knowledge about the fundamental arguments for freedom — complex ideas that aren’t easily captured in op-eds or studies.

    Other Groups
    I should point out that some national groups already make the literature of liberty at least one of their focuses. For instance, the Foundation for Economic Education and the Institute for Humane Studies hold summer seminars, and the Cato Institute sponsors Cato University every year — formerly multiple times per year — all including substantial reading lists of libertarian philosophy, history, and free-market economics. Students for Liberty, the Mises Institute, and Liberty Fund sponsor similar seminars. I certainly encourage people to participate in such programs when you can. But there’s no reason we can’t take this model to local communities on a widespread basis.

    St. Louis
    In 2007, I started leading a free-market book club in the St. Louis area, which turned out to be one of the most fulfilling experiences of my career to date. The club had been started the previous year by my predecessor Timothy Lee, who had worked at the Cato Institute as staff writer, and has since returned to work with them as an adjunct scholar. He once shared with me his motivation for starting the club, saying: “State-based think tanks spend the bulk of their time talking about the nuts and bolts of public policy as it relates to current legislative debates. That’s important, but I also saw a need for a program that would help young people understand the ideas of liberty from a more philosophical perspective.”

    Authors
    He was right. There’s a vast, rich library of freedom-oriented works that most people don’t even begin to experience: from Friedrich Hayek and Ludwig von Mises to Milton and David Friedman; from modern experts like Robert Higgs and Thomas Sowell to classic intellects like John Stuart Mill and Frédéric Bastiat; from groundbreaking theory by James Buchanan and Gordon Tullock to practical history by David Beito and Jane Jacobs; from careful contemporary analysis and essays by David Boaz and Tom Palmer to books that helped launch a movement by Isabel Paterson and Rose Wilder Lane. During its five years of existence, the club I led in St. Louis covered 69 different books, and the list of books I wanted to cover in the future only grew over time. Such clubs could include a dozen different books every year for decades without running out of worthy material.

    Origin
    Tim Lee modeled our particular club on the seminars he was familiar during his time at the Cato Institute, and I continued to use my own experience as a Cato intern as an inspiration for the type of material we covered and for how I led our biweekly discussions. Getting a club like this off the ground can be slow going. Tim spoke to a few St. Louis–area campus groups in 2006 to attract the initial group of students that participated, and for the first couple of years, we were lucky to get five or six participants at each meeting. Although it started out small, it began to snowball through our biggest source of growth — an open-invitation policy. The book club tended to grow as a social network, as I encouraged existing members bring their friends to join in the engaging conversation. Before long I was regularly hosting groups of 12 or 13. By mid-2010, the groups usually numbered in the 20s with a record attendance of 28 at a single meeting. Attendees often find themselves caught up in issues that they have previously never considered, or reading books about topics that they have never before found interesting or relevant. In this way, the book club provides a place for active, ongoing inquiry and discussion, targeting an age group that’s hungry for new ideas. Participants ultimately not only absorb the ideas of freedom, they also pass them on to friends who aren’t club members — and these young activists will likely retain a lifelong passion for liberty.

    Institutional Sponsorship
    One primary reason for our club’s success has been its institutional sponsorship. Working for a state-based think tank that was willing to provide free books and food for participants allowed the club to attract students who may, on balance, have otherwise decided not to come. These costs were relatively easy to manage at first, when only five or six people attended. But after a couple of years, I found we were spending hundreds of dollars each month on books and food. There are ways to mitigate such expenses. Although I used to order custom Chipotle burritos for each participant, I eventually moved toward much less expensive pizza, which turned out to be just as crowd-pleasing.

    Getting Books
    I also found ways to economize when obtaining books. I’ve had great success getting good deals when ordering a couple of dozen books at a time, working with Bob Garber at the Cato Institute, Willard Sitz at the Mises Institute, and Jim Peron, formerly of Laissez Faire Books and now with Fr33Minds, a new libertarian bookseller. The Foundation for Economic Education has excellent deals on many of its books, like Bastiat’s Selected Essays on Political Economy, and sometimes Amazon turns out to be least expensive source. We’ve cobbled together supplies of out-of-print books like The Lysander Spooner Reader and the Roy Childs collection Liberty Against Power through Amazon’s used bookseller network. We’ve occasionally arranged to purchase books directly from authors. The organizer of FreedomFest, Mark Skousen, was kind enough to provide inexpensive copies of two of his books, The Making of Modern Economics and Vienna & Chicago, Friends or Foes? A Tale of Two Schools of Free-Market Economics. Brian Doherty arranged to have Reason send us a box full of copies of his fantastic history of modern libertarianism, Radicals for Capitalism. Students for Liberty has been doing fantastic work in making free copies of libertarian books available to student groups. SFL provided us with 20 copies of Henry Hazlitt’s Economics in One Lesson, and they’re getting ready to distribute thousands of free copies this fall of a new essay collection titled The Morality of Capitalism — which features essays by many leading libertarian scholars and economists, including four participants in this year’s FreedomFest conference: Tom Palmer, David Boaz, John Mackey, and David Kelley.

    Difficulty Level
    Getting a group of people to read and discuss entire books can be a balancing act. Sometimes people don’t do all of the reading — or any of it. I tried to include both basic primers of free-market thought and more advanced treatises, and each category can alienate some participants. Students who have been in the movement for a few years may be disinclined to revisit basic works, and newcomers can find more thorough scholarly texts to be intimidating. For this reason, although I consistently encouraged everybody to do the reading, I didn’t bar anybody from participating in the conversation. Old hands at libertarian thought will usually have interesting insights to share whether or not they’ve done the current reading, and even newcomers can grasp advanced ideas if they have access to people who are willing to explain and discuss them patiently. Our discussions have tended to be wide-ranging sometimes straying into lines of conversation that are only tangentially related to the reading, but thereby harnessing the natural curiosity of participants — and always with a focus on the importance of freedom.

    Visioncon
    Although the book club was developed as a way of reaching out into the community, the club’s members came up with the idea of doing outreach of their own. We were fortunate to attract a wide range of bright, energetic young students who helped demonstrate one of the advantages of youth: the ability to think of innovative new ways to spread the ideas of liberty. In early 2010 and again early this year, a dozen or so members of the book club sponsored and manned a table at Visioncon, a science fiction and fantasy convention in southern Missouri. Several club members, being fans of science fiction and other related genres, hit upon the idea of having the book club sponsor a table at Visioncon, an annual convention held in Springfield. Club participants organized the logistics and paid for the table fee themselves. They also asked for donations of books about liberty that book club members and others were no longer likely to use, and ended up with a large selection. They wanted to share the ideas these books contain, so that instead of simply taking up space on somebody’s shelf, they would now have the chance to enlighten somebody else.

    From Tom Palmer’s Realizing Freedom and Randy Barnett’s Restoring the Lost Constitution to Rose Wilder Lane’s The Discovery of Freedom and Robert Levy’s The Dirty Dozen, the table was stacked with books we’d previously read. Book club members took turns manning the table for the convention’s duration, engaging curious attendees in many conversations about the principles of freedom. About 90 percent of the books found new homes that weekend, spreading the ideas of liberty to people who might not have encountered them otherwise.

    Replication
    So, if I’ve persuaded you that book clubs are a valuable method for spreading the ideas of liberty, how can you get started in your home town? Students for Liberty and Young Americans for Liberty doing fantastic work in starting up campus groups, but each group is different, and reaching out to a local chapter may help them try a method for spreading liberty that they hadn’t previously considered — particularly if you’re able to provide them with a modicum of financial or logistical support.

    SPN
    There’s another route that’s worth trying. The State Policy Network is an organization devoted to fostering state-based free-market think tanks, helping them share policy ideas and best practices. Being employed as the editor for an SPN member organization for the past four years is what allowed me to work within a sponsored setting, appealing to both the brain and the stomach of intellectually curious youth without having to worry about the costs myself. SPN currently has 58 member think tanks, at least one in every state. Visit spn.org to find out whether you live near one of them, and if you do, get to know them. Become a donor. Attend their events. If they see that you take their work seriously, they may be receptive to the idea of spreading the ideas of freedom by sponsoring a book club. Whether they are able to front all the logistical costs or subsidize them only partially, I think most free-market think tanks would be anxious to try this method of reaching out to the youth in their community if only presented with a blueprint for how to make it work. It may be worth mentioning that this is also a great way for state-based think tanks to find promising young talent. During the past four years, we hired four people as research assistants from out of the ranks of our book club, based on my recommendation.

    Conclusion
    Libertarian book clubs are a good way to spread great ideas that aren’t explicitly tied to any particular ongoing policy debate, but that help shape people’s fundamental notions about whether and why freedom is valuable in the first place. Ultimately, those cultural assumptions determine whether practical policy success will last over time. Spreading the ideas of liberty in a thorough way is a crucial step in promoting a free society.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    BUFFY SMASH!
    May 20, 2012 — 4:00 pm

    Thanks to Whedonesque, I now know that The Hulk shares my esteem for The Avengers director Joss Whedon’s signature televisual creation: “THE HIGHS ONE EXPERIENCES OVER SEVEN SEASONS OF THAT SHOW ARE ESSENTIALLY UNPARALLELED. SO MUCH SO THAT HULK HAS TO SAY THAT BUFFY IS QUITE POSSIBLY, NAY, QUITE PROBABLY ONE OF THE BEST TELEVISION SHOWS OF ALL TIME.”

    Even better, The Hulk directs readers to a piece by David Simon discussing the Trayvon Martin case, the news media, the war on drugs, and more. But the important takeaway? The creator of “The Wire” also thinks that “Buffy” is the best TV show:

    To be clear: I don’t think the Wire has all the right answers. It may not even ask the right questions. It is certainly not some flawless piece of narrative, and as many good arguments about real stuff can be made criticizing the drama as praising it. But yes, the people who made the Wire did so to stir actual shit. We thought some prolonged arguments about what kind of country we’ve built might be a good thing, and if such arguments and discussions ever happen, we will feel more vindicated in purpose than if someone makes an argument for why The Wire is the best show in years. (“Buffy,” by the way, was the correct answer to that particular bracketfest.)

    Clearly what the world needs now is a David Simon ensemble drama further analyzing the effects of addictive magic–pushing warlocks like Rack on the broader Wiccan community.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Rantitrust Rediscovered
    January 29, 2012 — 4:53 am

    I just stumbled across a cache of old email, from the heady days of POP boxes and MBX files, and found this old rant about antitrust and technology that I have no memory of writing. It looks like I actually sent it to Orrin Hatch, though.

    Dated June 29, 1998:

    An Open Letter to Orrin Hatch

    Dear Sen. Hatch,
    Although I am no longer a constituent, I lived in Utah for several years while attending school at BYU, so I hope this letter reaches you.

    I have a few comments regarding the position you’ve taken in the Justice Department’s suit against Microsoft. According to a press report, you recently said of Microsoft:

    “I find it rather surprising that any one company would, rather than seeking to prevail on the merits, instead have the hubris to try and use the appropriations process to ‘go on the offensive’ and seek to restrain a federal law enforcement agency that has an obligation to enforce the laws, as was recently reported.”

    In fact, it’s companies like Netscape and Novell who decided to use the blunt force of government to get for them what they could not get for themselves. Upon finding they were not successful competitors to Microsoft’s valuable and popular products, they cried foul.

    For years, Microsoft and other software firms had gone about the business of making quality products and letting consumers decide which ones they wanted to buy. But now that Microsoft is proving to be a better competitor than they anticipated, Netscape and Novell have decided to go on the offensive — instead of attempting to “prevail on the merits.” It is odd that you should seem so surprised that Microsoft is attempting to fight back by using techniques resembling the ones that Netscape and Novell pioneered. It is you and the companies you’re trying to “protect” that drove Microsoft to have to concern itself with the political climate. Before then, it was able to focus on what it does best: creating and selling software that people want to use.

    I applaud the court’s recent decision that recognizes the value in integrated products. What’s disturbing is that Microsoft should have been required to demonstrate this at all. Are the Justice Dept. and the Judiciary so unfamiliar with basic economics that you don’t realize that when consumers receive more products at a higher quality for a lower price, this is beneficial?

    At the crux of this public debate is whether Microsoft should be allowed to include Internet Explorer in its Windows operating system. Of course they should! Windows was created by Microsoft and Windows is owned by Microsoft — not the public, not the government, not Netscape. As property of Microsoft, Windows can and should contain whatever Microsoft wants to integrate with it. And we shouldn’t forget, without Microsoft’s successful Windows operating system, Netscape wouldn’t be in millions of homes today; it would still be just a toy used by computer science majors. Netscape owes much of its success to Microsoft, and it returns the favor by asking its Big Brother to beat it up.

    Antitrust law is a vague, broad umbrella under which a company can be charged for almost anything. If prices are too high, you’re gouging. If prices are too low, you’re dumping. If prices are the same, you must be in collusion. Antitrust laws can be wielded as a weapon against anyone who’s successful, for whatever reason the government dreams up, and envy of the success of others is a prime motivator in antitrust cases. Those who can’t win in civil competition instead turn to government force to take the bounty for them. And you should be ashamed for helping them. There may be government laws against vague antritrust considerations, but there’s a higher law against coveting your neighbor’s wealth.

    I don’t work for Microsoft, and I’m not affiliated with them in any way. My only reason for writing this is my concern that justice be served. Sen. Hatch, if you’re truly interested in justice you should lead an effort to stop the attack of Microsoft. Your current position has no merit, and harms the consumers you purport to help.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Problem-Solving for Fun and (Meager) Profit
    January 27, 2012 — 4:28 am

    Doing freelance work for a living presents the opportunity to tackle a wide range of problems. Although I’m no programmer, one recent gig called for me to figure out a way to protect website content for a limited period of time, each article becoming accessible to the general public at exactly 6:00 a.m. after it’s posted. That way, paying subscribers have a limited window in which to use content themselves while its timeliness still holds premium value, but the site overall contains a wealth of content to attract everyone else.

    It’s easy enough to protect content in WordPress, in any number of ways, so it’s only available to users of your choosing. It only took minutes to figure out how to set an expiration duration for that protection — a piece designated as being in the “Subscribers” category becomes openly accessible, say, 24 hours after being posted. But the details of this challenge initially had me stumped. How to set the exact same expiration time for protection on all new “Subscribers” content, regardless of when during the prior 24 hours it was posted? As far as I could tell, no existing plugin performs this function.

    My eventual solution was to call the current time into a variable, then set up an obscene array of variations on it, truncating and adding to some, and transforming some of those modifications back and forth between date strings and Unix timestamps, until I could create the right set of conditional statements using mathematically comparable timestamps.

    Here’s the result as applied to the site theme’s single.php template: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    To Protect and Subvert
    January 24, 2012 — 1:52 am

    Public choice article of the day, from The Atlantic:

    Roughly 70 percent of all antibiotics used in the United States are given to healthy farm animals to foster rapid growth and make up for unhygienic living conditions. Many bacteria that live on animals adapt and transfer to humans, spreading superbugs that are often resistant to treatment.

    For more than 35 years, the FDA has recognized that giving antibiotics to farm animals poses a risk to human health, yet the agency has done almost nothing to stop it. Indeed, it has mastered the art of making inaction look like action. Last May, NRDC and our partners sued the FDA to prompt it to take action. Instead, the agency retrenched.

    It started by claiming the livestock industry could police itself. In our lawsuit, we asked the FDA to finally rule on two citizen petitions — one filed 12 years ago, the other six years ago — urging the agency to stop the use of antibiotics in healthy animals. In November, the FDA announced that although it shares concerns that the use of antibiotics to make animals grow faster is dangerous for humans, it would deny the petition because it was pursuing an alternative strategy.

    This “alternative strategy” turns out to be just another name for the status quo. Instead of banning the use of antibiotics in healthy animals, the FDA is allowing the livestock industry to follow a voluntary approach. But we already know voluntary doesn’t work. The FDA has been operating under that model since 1977, yet the practice has expanded exponentially over the years. Talk about the fox guarding the hen house.

    In December, the FDA tried to further justify its inaction by erasing the historic record. Back in 1977, the agency proposed to withdraw approval for the use of several antibiotics in animal feed based on findings published in two notices posted in the Federal Register. The notices containing the findings have been listed in the Federal Register for more than three decades. But just before Christmas a few weeks ago, the FDA pulled the notices. Soon after it buried its 35-year-old proposal, the agency tried to have it both ways. On January 5, it proposed banning off-label uses of a class of antibiotics known as cephalosporins on healthy livestock.

    To be clear, although I’d like to avoid the consumption of antibiotic-treated livestock as much as possible, I don’t think the FDA should ban it — a clear overreach of government power.

    FDAThe lesson here, though, is that when a government agency is tasked with protecting the public interest, public-sector incentives make it a near certainty that the agency will eventually instead collude with special interests in working against the public interest. Instead of serving the one function that is clearly useful for industry oversight — education and advice to consumers who can then make a more informed choice — the FDA has become a legal arbiter of illusory safety.

    If the FDA allows a product or practice, the public at large regards it as safe. If the FDA disallows something, society assumes danger. But instituting a top-down decision-making process to centralize the level of risk that consumers should be allowed to take leads to a system that serves nobody well. Life-saving drugs are barred from being used by people who are more than willing to accept their potential hazards. The sale of healthy food is criminalized because of the mere possibility that it could make somebody sick, despite the fact that people can and do get sick from the FDA-approved alternative. And, as shown in The Atlantic, because people trust that D.C. paternalists are looking out for them, they carelessly consume anything that the FDA has let slip through its otherwise iron grip.

    A bureaucratic overlord is incapable of choosing the correct balance between risk and reward even for the people in his neighborhood, let alone for more than 300 million strangers scattered throughout the country. There is, however, an alternative, as Larry Van Heerden noted in The Freemam:

    The first step to correct these problems is to abolish the FDA, stripping the government of the power to approve drugs (and medical devices) for the market or to remove them from the market. Any rule-making for disclosure and lawsuits for fraud should be devolved to the states.

    Even if the FDA were omniscient, objective, and impervious to outside influence, it would be wrong to give it the power to withhold drugs from the market. The proper function of government is to protect individual rights and guard against fraud, not to restrict freedom of choice to protect people from their own ignorance. In fact, the FDA has shown itself to be imperious, subject to prevailing political winds, and indifferent to the thousands of deaths and injuries it has caused.

    […] Forcing all consumers to live by rules that cater to the least responsible individuals imposes huge costs on everyone else and ultimately fails to protect even the willfully ignorant.

    [Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    The Reign of Fonzie Economics
    December 10, 2011 — 1:29 am

    The Fonz fixes a jukeboxWhen I was a kid, I loved watching “Happy Days,” even at its shark jumpiest. A big part of the appeal was the adolescent power fantasy of Arthur Fonzarelli, a disco-era caricature of a 1950s motorcycle hoodlum-with-a-heart-of-gold. As the series progressed, Fonzie developed an almost mystical aura, becoming somebody who could make almost anything happen through the sheer power of his cool.

    The Fonz could knock down doors with a slap of his hand, summon any girl with a snap, and most often on the show displayed his classic power of fixing the jukebox by banging on it. It’s a seductive fantasy that one might be able to fix a complex piece of machinery through an application of blunt force, without having to worry about the intricate mechanisms that actually allow the machine to work.

    Unfortunately, this is the mentality that has reigned for decades in applied public policy.

    Is the economy broken? Bang on it. That’ll get it chugging along again. Wait, that didn’t work? You didn’t bang it hard enough. Or maybe your leather jacket needs to be a little cooler next time. At any rate, it’s your fault. If you’d only smacked the economy the way that Fonzie showed you, it totally would have worked.

    Economic prescriptions thereby stem from a non-falsifiable tenet of faith in a grown-up power fantasy.

    This kind of magical thinking convinces many because it is accompanied by a veneer of rigorous thought. There are even equations! Surely, equations are scientific! But as economist Don Boudreaux pointed out at Cafe Hayek:

    The ability to write letters on a board in the form of an equation, to give those letters names that seem to correspond to some imaginable economic things, and to assemble quantitative data on those things, is not necessarily good science.

    Keynesian macroeconomic variables lump heterogeneous goods and services into undifferentiated masses, no longer to be understood as the complex workings of a dynamic system of social cooperation. But just because you can gather a bunch of statistics and aggregate them into a variable doesn’t mean that the variable has a meaningful application to the real economy.

    If you want to fix a jukebox in real life, a mechanic might be able to get the job done by tinkering with the machinery until each piece once again functions correctly. It’s easy for people who have a facility with physical forms of engineering to take a similar view of the economy, thinking that if only the right people were in charge, they could tweak policy here and there to ensure successful outcomes for everyone. Adam Smith explained why the economy can’t be successfully engineered in such a way:

    The man of system, on the contrary, is apt to be very wise in his own conceit; and is often so enamoured with the supposed beauty of his own ideal plan of government, that he cannot suffer the smallest deviation from any part of it. He goes on to establish it completely and in all its parts, without any regard either to the great interests, or to the strong prejudices which may oppose it. He seems to imagine that he can arrange the different members of a great society with as much ease as the hand arranges the different pieces upon a chess-board. He does not consider that the pieces upon the chess-board have no other principle of motion besides that which the hand impresses upon them; but that, in the great chess-board of human society, every single piece has a principle of motion of its own, altogether different from that which the legislature might chuse to impress upon it. If those two principles coincide and act in the same direction, the game of human society will go on easily and harmoniously, and is very likely to be happy and successful. If they are opposite or different, the game will go on miserably, and the society must be at all times in the highest degree of disorder.

    Even though an economy can’t be planned, or even tailored, successfully from on high, that form of scientism is at least understandable. It at least takes into account a small measure of the complexity of decentralized economic activity, even if it doesn’t — indeed, can’t — consider the rest. Keynesian macroeconomics is far worse, shunning even the scientistic attempt to grapple with at least some heterogeneous microeconomic factors as being the causal source of economywide trends. Instead, they insist that policymakers expropriate as much cash as humanly possible and wallop the economy with it as hard as they can.

    Economist Steven Horwitz summed up the real prescription for economic recovery:

    Being too focused on Keynes’s aggregates can also mislead us as to the best ways to get out of the recession once we’re in it. It may look as if all we need more is investment or more jobs. But once we understand that the “fundamental mechanisms of change” have to do with the boom’s microeconomic misallocation of capital and labor, we see that what is needed is a reallocation of resources not just more of them. Capital needs to move out of unproductive lines and back toward productive ones, and the same is true of labor.

    Stimulus spending, bailouts, and extension of unemployment benefits only prevent the fundamental mechanisms of change from doing their work in unwinding the errors of the last decade. The cure for macroeconomic discoordination is freeing up the entrepreneurial market process to reallocate and coordinate resources. But 80 years after Hayek first made the point, the fascination by economists and politicians with Keynes’s aggregates continues to conceal the fundamental mechanisms of change, and in so doing, also continues to block the processes through which a sustainable recovery can take place.

    In the end, the economy is not a jukebox, and neither a mechanic nor Ben Bernanke in the coolest leather jacket ever made can save it from its turmoils. Instead, the economy is made up of hundreds of millions of people with billions of plans, many of which fail but some of which succeed. Nobody knows for sure which plans will pan out in advance — not the citizens making them, and certainly not their public officials.

    Only by letting individuals, alone or in voluntary association with others, respond to local conditions with unique knowledge can the best plans be discovered, expanded, and replicated. That process is made much more difficult when they face continual interference from central planners who only pretend they can know what’s best.

    [Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    ‘We Don’t Need a Special Master to Level the Playing Field’
    October 26, 2011 — 5:03 pm

    Cafe Hayek‘s Russ Roberts tells the House Oversight Committee that he wants his country back. Highlights of his testimony:

    We are what we do — not what we wish to be, not what we say we are — but what we do. And what we do here in Washington is rescue large companies, large financial institutions, and rich people from the consequences of their mistakes. When mistakes don’t cost you anything, you do more of them. When your teenager drives drunk and wrecks the car, you keep giving him a do-over, repairing the car and handing him his keys, he’ll keep driving drunk. Washington keeps giving bad banks and Wall Street firms a do-over: ‘Here are the keys; keep driving!’ The story always ends with a crash.

    And:

    We need to stop trying to imagine we can design housing markets, mortgage markets, financial markets, and compensation.

    Watch the whole thing: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    The Keynesian Celebration of Destruction
    October 19, 2011 — 1:10 am

    Here’s a great cartoon from Completely Serious Comics published earlier this year, currently being passed around on Facebook by critics of Keynesian stimulus: . . . Read more!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Moving On … To Another Venue
    October 13, 2011 — 5:52 pm

    [The tweets linked in this post that aren’t mine no longer exist on Twitter, because Andrew R. Hanson has moved his Twitter account from @arhanson to @andrewrhanson, eliminating his past tweets in the process.]

    Not moving the entire blog, that is, but moving a discussion from elsewhere to here.

    The other day, Andrew Hanson posted a blog entry recounting a series of Tweets between us. I would have been happy to make additional conversational headway in the comment section there, but I seem to have been blocked from posting additional comments.

    Andrew quoted four of our Tweets; I’ll quote them all, for context. I almost never go to Twitter, so I don’t see other people’s Tweets unless I get an email notification. Some of the Tweets in the series below are therefore responding directly to a non-adjacent Tweet in the conversation, having lagged behind an email delay.

    arhanson Andrew Hanson
    @ericddixon RT @ModeledBehavior Arnold Kling: a conservative economist against teacher merit pay news.heartland.org/newspaper-arti…

    ericddixon Eric D. Dixon
    @arhanson Kling doesn’t oppose merit pay at all; he thinks test scores are a lousy measure. And whaddaya know, I’ve always thought that too

    arhanson Andrew Hanson
    @ericddixon “A government-run system of teacher compensation, based on test scores, would in some ways be the worst of all worlds.”

    arhanson Andrew Hanson
    @ericddixon seems to oppose merit-pay systems based on test scores, e.g., NY and DC. Do you oppose them as well?

    ericddixon Eric D. Dixon
    @arhanson Govt is incompetent, and test scores are a lousy measure of teacher success. I’m not sure what part of this is supposed to be new.

    ericddixon Eric D. Dixon
    @arhanson I oppose public schools. Details of their implementation will never be better than second-best.

    ericddixon Eric D. Dixon
    Why do people have conversations via Twitter? #pointless

    arhanson Andrew Hanson
    @ericddixon Doesn’t really answer whether you agree w/ Kling on “worst of all worlds”; difference between second-best and least-best

    ericddixon Eric D. Dixon
    @arhanson Try speaking for yourself in the future.

    arhanson Andrew Hanson
    @ericddixon See my twitter feed/blog/policymic articles for personal thoughts: amateurphilosophy.wordpress.com policymic.com/profile/show?i…

    arhanson Andrew Hanson
    @ericddixon just thought you’d find the piece interesting, not trying to start a twitter arg, no hard feelings

    ericddixon Eric D. Dixon
    @arhanson Maybe someday I will, if I have reason to believe you’ll say something worthwhile.

    arhanson Andrew Hanson
    @ericddixon Not all of us can be as intelligent as you, sir.

    arhanson Andrew Hanson
    @ericddixon Also, it’s unbecoming to give orders to people who aren’t your children or subordinates.

    ericddixon Eric D. Dixon
    @arhanson seems to think it’s OK to put words in others’ mouths in a public forum w/ faint qualification, pretending it’s all friendly convo

    arhanson Andrew Hanson
    @ericddixon has ruined my Twitterverse reputation!

    In his blog entry, Andrew quoted four of those Tweets, following it with another quote by Arnold Kling, and Andrew’s own summation pointing out that he was correctly characterizing Kling, and I was not:

    Arnold Kling on EconLog:

    Against Merit Pay for Teachers (title)

    That would be my position.

    I guess me retweeting Modeled Behavior representing Kling as “a conservative economist against merit pay” whose self-titled blogpost is Against Merit Pay and says that’s his position counts as “putting words in others’ mouths”.

    At least in the strange world of Internet arguments.

    An exchange in his blog’s comment section ensued:

    Eric D. Dixon Says:
    October 13, 2011 at 12:23 am
    So, now that I’ve seen this blog entry, and Justin’s comment on Facebook explaining an alternate interpretation of your comment that I had not previously considered, I think that I should make myself perfectly clear.

    The Heartland article that you originally Tweeted at me had Arnold Kling arguing against a very specific type of merit pay — based on test scores within public schools. He says in that same piece that “I believe good teachers should be rewarded,” a view that would entail support for some form of merit compensation, if not in public schools, and if not based on test scores. Hence my contention that “Kling doesn’t oppose merit pay at all; he thinks test scores are a lousy measure.”

    So, later, you pointed to another post at a different location titled “Against Merit Pay for Teachers,” stating that this is, indeed, his position. But he also follows that statement with additional text placing his position in a very specific context — merit pay based on test scores in public schools. Although the title of this post elides his opinion that “I believe good teachers should be rewarded,” the entry itself doesn’t contradict his view that he would favor merit compensation of some form in something other than public schools.

    You also didn’t mention Kling’s full conclusion, which includes his suggestion that the public school system should be discontinued in order to achieve real student gains.

    When you Tweeted this follow-up, leaving out the word “Kling” before the word “seems,” I assumed you were disingenuously trying to sum up my own unstated opinion to score unearned rhetorical points:

    @ericddixon seems to oppose merit-pay systems based on test scores, e.g., NY and DC. Do you oppose them as well?

    I see now that I was incorrect, but I still think it’s a reasonable reading of what you wrote — the obvious reading, even — so I objected to you putting words in my mouth.

    This brings me back to my own Tweet from the other day, which most accurately sums up my take on this mess:

    Why do people have conversations via Twitter? #pointless

    Andrew R. Hanson Says:
    October 13, 2011 at 10:33 am
    As I told Justin’s friend Billy, I don’t really have any interest in discussing politics or philosophy with someone who can’t do it civilly without throwing out personal insults. For the record, I wasn’t looking for an argument, I just read the piece and remembered you and I had discussed merit pay earlier and that you respect Arnold Kling, so I tagged you on the retweet. I’ve had many discussions via Twitter with libertarians and other adversaries and never had an issue with someone insulting my personal integrity, let alone people I know and have hung out with.

    Eric D. Dixon Says:
    October 13, 2011 at 1:27 pm
    Agreed, which is why I was so stunned to see from you what appeared to be clear, shameless trolling designed to provoke.

    Eric D. Dixon Says:
    October 13, 2011 at 2:23 pm
    I also missed the part where I insulted your “personal integrity.”

    Anonymous Says:
    October 13, 2011 at 2:32 pm
    Dude, get over it. Not everything is as dramatic as you seem to think. You’ve written your nine-paragraph essay. Move on. I won’t send you hyperlinks in the future. Lesson learned.

    For the record, I did find the link interesting, even if I wasn’t immediately ready to draw the same lesson from it that Andrew was. I didn’t object until it appeared that he was trying to put words in my mouth, not Kling’s, in a public forum, summing up an opinion that I had not stated. Although his Tweet still clearly reads that way to me, he says that’s not what he meant, and I take him at his word. If he had meant it the way it reads, though, I would indeed consider it a purposeful misrepresentation, and therefore a breach of personal integrity — certainly worthy of rude dismissal, even if that’s not a particularly effective rhetorical strategy. I’m glad that’s not the case.

    And although I wish I hadn’t jumped to that conclusion based on the obvious reading of what he wrote, I don’t think it was an unreasonable conclusion. Glib tweaking, if not outright trolling, has been at least an occasional feature of Andrew’s debating style the entire time I’ve known him. For instance, one time Andrew altered a Wikipedia article during the course of a Facebook debate to define a term the way he wanted, using my own out-of-context words as the text of that definition. I immediately changed it back and added a note to the discussion page for that entry. It was a joke on Andrew’s part — perhaps even a good joke — but I have trouble humoring people who are glib about serious ideas, especially in a public forum.

    Still, although I may have handled the Twitter situation rudely in response to what I viewed as a clear personal slight, a rude dismissal is not the same as insulting personal integrity. Andrew deleted a Facebook comment in which I called him a “nice guy with terrible ideas,” which is also not an insult of his personal integrity. I’m not a fan of Andrew’s ideas, it’s true, in the same way that I think that Paul Krugman has terrible ideas, Cass Sunstein has terrible ideas, and John Maynard Keynes had terrible ideas, ones that make the world a markedly worse place the more they’re heeded by people in positions of power. That’s why I argue against those ideas whenever I have time and inclination. Still, I know that Andrew is sincere in believing his ideas to be as careful and beneficial as he can make them. That sincerity is a marker of his integrity, whether or not I agree with his conclusions — which I do indeed believe to be largely terrible.

    It also seems that Andrew thinks that I and other libertarians have terrible ideas, else why would he argue against them so frequently? He might not use the word “terrible” — perhaps “misguided” or “ill-conceived.” But, really, is there a huge difference? We’ve vastly disagreed on almost every policy issue we’ve ever discussed, immigration being one notable exception. I don’t mind being thought of by others as woefully wrongheaded, though, and have never considered it a personal insult. Validation from others is nice, I guess, but largely irrelevant to my personal values.

    At any rate, no, I don’t make a habit of reading Andrew’s blog entries, and will almost certainly continue that aversion in the future. This is the first one that I’ve read in more than a year. This doesn’t mean that I think Andrew’s a bad guy, or even that I couldn’t learn from his thought process, conclusions aside. Life is short, though, so I spend my reading time elsewhere. It’s not Rotten Tomatoes, but it’s a system that has worked for me so far.

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    Here’s Not Looking at You
    March 17, 2011 — 6:31 pm

    It’s bad enough when the mobile version of a website won’t let you view the full version of the site on a mobile device unless you trick it by setting the device’s user agent to “desktop.” (I’m looking at you, Onion.) It’s even worse when not only does a site insist on giving you the mobile version, it also redirects you to the front page in the process. (Slate used to do that.)

    Now there’s a site that will not only allow my phone to view NOTHING BUT the mobile version of the site, despite my user agent setting intended to trick it into giving me the real thing, but that mobile version is ALSO entirely blank. (Thanks, St. Louis American!)

    Why do so many attempts at greater compatibility turn out to make things worse in practice?

    ADDENDUM: When I posted this as a note on Facebook, Lee Sharpe pointed out this on-the-nose XKCD strip.

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    Corn Indeed Toxin
    March 7, 2011 — 11:29 pm

    I just this evening realized that “CORN INDEED TOXIN” is an anagram for my name! Clearly, my low-carb lifestyle was meant to be. This is right up there with “ODD INN EXCRETION,” “OXEN ROD INCIDENT,” and “EXTEND IRONIC NOD” as an inadvertent descriptor of life’s great truths.

    Seriously, though — no matter how much I’ve always loved the taste of pretty much any variety or preparation I’ve tried, corn is terrible for you.

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    Transcendental Differentiation
    March 5, 2011 — 9:11 pm

    A song for my math geek friends. . . . Read more!

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    Government Is a Broker in Pillage
    March 5, 2011 — 4:18 pm

    H.L. Mencken summed up public choice theory in 1936:

    The state—or, to make the matter more concrete, the government—consists of a gang of men exactly like you and me. They have, taking one with another, no special talent for the business of government; they have only a talent for getting and holding office. Their principal device to that end is to search out groups who pant and pine for something they can’t get, and to promise to give it to them. Nine times out of ten that promise is worth nothing. The tenth time it is made good by looting A to satisfy B. In other words, government is a broker in pillage, and every election is a sort of advance auction sale of stolen goods.

    [Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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    Mugged by the State
    February 4, 2011 — 4:53 pm

    Cops who do this should be spending time behind bars — decades of time: . . . Read more!

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    I, Toaster
    January 15, 2011 — 6:17 pm

    This guy reinvents the lessons of “I, Pencil,” by trying to build a toaster from scratch: . . . Read more!

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    Denise Pearson Dixon, R.I.P.
    October 19, 2010 — 1:38 am

    For those of you who knew my mom and weren’t able to attend her funeral, or want to remember it anew, this is my eulogy. I wrote it on Friday, Oct. 15, and delivered it the next day on Oct. 16. Video of the service is embedded below. . . . Read more!

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    The Concert Ticket Fairy
    August 29, 2010 — 9:05 pm

    My sister Michelle sent me this email on Friday:

    I had a dream last night where I was running errands in Ashland and all of a sudden you appeared with sweet concert tickets for that night (I don’t recall the group, though). You said I had to hurry and find someone to watch the kids if I wanted the tickets for Dan and myself. I felt like I was on a game show hesitating: “uh, let’s see, who do I know that can watch the kids”…as the clock ticked. Finally, we agreed that since you’re family, you could stay long enough to watch the kids yourself before handing out more sweet concert tickets to other people. I woke up and thought that would be the perfect side job for you; handing out random concert tickets to people who needed good music. You even had this magical room that people could step into and hear the music you were sending them to so they could get a taste of how good it was. The room had amazing acoustics.

    I know, bizarre dream, but I was sad that it wasn’t true : (

    micehell

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    Countering the Keynesian Appetite for Destruction
    April 3, 2010 — 2:18 am

    Working as an intern for the Cato Institute in 1997 was one of the most formative experiences of my life. During that time, I participated with the other interns in a series of lunchtime discussions with Tom Palmer, a Cato senior fellow, director of Cato University, and also now at the Atlas Economic Research Foundation, where he’s vice president for international programs. I’ve written elsewhere about my high esteem for Tom, and his considerable impact on my own intellectual development, and I could say more — but for now, I’ll get to the point.

    The very first reading assignment that Tom gave to the interns was Frédéric Bastiat‘s essay “What Is Seen and What Is Not Seen.” It’s pretty powerful stuff, even today, and even for those of us for whom the ideas contained in that essay are old hat. That may be partly because of Bastiat’s clear, lucid, illustrative way of making abstract economic concepts understandable and unmistakable, but also because the economic fallacies that Bastiat debunked are still widely believed today, so his points remain relevant to modern political and social problems. When journalists — and even a Nobel laureate economist — begin to credit wanton destruction as a form of economic stimulus, it becomes obvious that Bastiat is more relevant than ever. Henry Hazlitt updated Bastiat’s essays for a new generation in his book for which this blog is named. Tom Palmer is helping to bring them to the YouTube generation. . . . Read more!

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    Markets Make Everything Better
    March 31, 2010 — 2:19 am

    David Boaz reminds us just how amazing markets are when they’re allowed to work:

    In 1982, Motorola produced the first portable mobile phone. It weighed about 2 pounds and cost $3995. Within a very few years they were much smaller, much cheaper, and selling like hotcakes.

    Today there are some 4.6 billion mobile phones in the world, and counting, or about 67 per every 100 people in the world. The newer ones allow you to carry in your hand more computing power than the computers that put Apollo 11 on the moon. You can cruise the internet, find your location with GPS, read books, send texts, pay bills, process credit cards, watch video, record video, stream video to the web, take and send photos — oh, and make phone calls from just about anywhere. Unimaginable just a few years ago.

    And to celebrate this incredible achievement, Slate and the New America Foundation are holding a forum titled “Can You Hear Me Now? Why Your Cell Phone is So Terrible.”

    This is an old story. Markets, property rights, and the rule of law provide a framework in which technology and prosperity soar, and some people can only complain.

    Read the whole thing.

    This reminds me of the inspiring book by Stephen Moore and Julian Simon, It’s Getting Better All the Time: Greatest Trends of the Last 100 Years. The state smacks down the economy every day with its gigantic dead hand, and yet efficiency still finds a way through in many ways, continually improving our lives. Eliminating as much of that dead-weight regulatory loss as possible will absolutely make the world a better place.

    [Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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    Metaphysical Movies
    March 31, 2010 — 12:30 am

    I just noticed on Facebook that Bryan Caplan listed as his status message that he’s “watching *Frailty* yet again.” That reminds me that two and a half years ago, I created a list of my “Top 5 Religious Films” for The Cinematheque’s Top 5 Project. I didn’t submit my list before the deadline, so it wasn’t included with the others. But I think it’s probably worthwhile to resurrect it now for the blog’s more or less permanent record. The other Cinematheque lists were filled with almost certainly more worthy films, like La Passion de Jeanne d’arc and Andreï Rublev, but I have my own cinematic hobbies and obsessions. This list reflects that.

    Copied from an email message I sent, dated Sept. 9, 2007, here goes:

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    I always have trouble with lists like this. I tend to want to create lists of favorites, rather than judgments of “best,” which could change with varying criteria anyway. So, although I might agree that films like The Rapture, The Apostle, The Life of Brian, or even Dogma are some of the “best” religious films, there’s stuff that I don’t necessarily think is better that I’m more likely to include on my own list.

    So…

    1. The Book of Life (Hal Hartley, 1998)
    2. Spirited Away (Hayao Miyazaki, 2001)
    3. Frailty (Bill Paxton, 2001)
    4. The Believer (Henry Bean, 2001)
    5. Bash: Latter-Day Plays (Neil LaBute, 2001)

    This illustrates one problem with using favorites. Four films from 2001? That can’t be right. And the last one is really just filmed stage readings, anyway.

    But this list contains some powerful stuff, all the same. The Book of Life, for me, is like a distillation of everything that makes Hartley movies so great. Searching, philosophical dialogue mixed with deadpan absurdist humor and occasional explorations of the artifice of making the films themselves. That wouldn’t be enough, though, if he didn’t pull it off so well. It also had perfect lead casting. Martin Donovan had become the iconic conflicted hero in Hartley’s movies by this point, and Thomas Jay Ryan had nailed down a perfect performance as a Hartley antihero in Henry Fool. So, sharing the bill as Jesus and Lucifer? Kind of like the Hal Hartley version of Robert De Niro and Al Pacino sharing a scene together for the first time, in Heat

    Spirited Away is rife with Shinto references, so the elements that seem like pure fantasy to American audiences probably make it more of a religiously-themed movie for the Japanese. It’s not only the best anime film ever made, it’s one of the best films ever made in any category.

    The Believer shows how religion can stay embedded within us even when we try to reject it — and that an obsession with fighting a belief system stems from an impulse that’s not too far removed from faith and acceptance.

    The list also represents my inordinate fascination with Mormon movies, even if the connection is tangential (like the brief appearance of gun-toting Mormon thugs in The Book of Life, or the fact that the star of The Believer grew up in a Mormon family). I’ve become hopelessly addicted to “Big Love” on HBO, and I might well be inclined to put States of Grace (Richard Dutcher, 2005) on the list, I’ve spent so much time following Dutcher’s career for the last several years. But there’s no getting around the fact that Dutcher’s movies released to date aren’t quite ready for prime-time (despite the fact that each is better than the last, and they’re all light years better than just about anything else in the fledgling “Mormon cinema” trend). Dutcher’s films are also likely to be seen by outsiders as vehicles for proselyting, at least a little — even though he’s left the church.

    Bash: Latter-Day Plays was written, staged, and then filmed while LaBute was still a Mormon. A convert during his days as a theater major at BYU, Bash takes an unflinching look at some disturbing cultural traits LaBute saw in some of his fellow students. Belief can lead to an in-group/out-group dichotomy that can make it easier for some people to fail to recognize the humanity in outsiders.

    And last (but not last), Frailty hit home for me because of my own religious background. A lot of Mormons were upset about Jon Krakauer’s book Under the Banner of Heaven, because he suggested that certain violent episodes in the history of the church — both the mainstream group and splinter groups — stemmed from an integral part of the religion. When I saw Frailty, I immediately thought of the Lafferty brothers, polygamists who left the mainstream church and had a “revelation” that God wanted them to kill a disapproving sister-in-law, her baby daughter, and a couple other people. Frailty came a few years before Krakauer’s book, but I made a similar connection when seeing it.

    To my mind, there’s no question that Krakauer’s thesis was at least partly correct. Close to the beginning of The Book of Mormon, we have the story of Nephi and Laban. Nephi’s father, having had a vision that Jerusalem would be destroyed, took his family to live in the wilderness. Not long after they left, he sent his sons back to talk to a local rich guy named Laban, to retrieve from him the “brass plates” — which supposedly contained the books of Moses, Isaiah, Jeremiah, and some other stuff that didn’t survive to become part of the eventual Old Testament (Zenos, Zenock, and Neum, for those keeping score). The Lord had told them they needed the writings of the prophets for their journey.

    Laban wasn’t having it. They asked for the plates; he said no. They tried to buy the plates; he took their payment and kicked them out, plateless. Nephi’s brothers were ready to give up. Then Nephi, “led by the spirit,” came across a drunk man lying on the ground who turned out to be Laban.

    The spirit tells Nephi to kill Laban. Nephi demurs, having never killed anybody before. The spirit insists: “Slay him, for the Lord hath delivered him into thy hands; Behold the Lord slayeth the wicked to bring forth his righteous purposes. It is better that one man should perish than that a nation should dwindle and perish in unbelief.”

    So Nephi lops off Laban’s head, dresses up in his clothes, fools Laban’s servant, and makes off with the brass plates.

    This is the tension at work in Frailty. Your dad tells you the Lord has revealed to him that he should start killing people to fulfill a higher purpose. Is he crazy? Is it an actual revelation? The movie doesn’t let us off easy. We can say with confidence that we believe people like the Lafferty brothers to be crazy, but all indications are that they were sincere in their belief that God wanted them to kill a couple of relatives.

    In modern Mormonism, there’s an interesting dynamic between the church’s structure of top-down, hierarchical leadership and the religion’s focus on the ability to receive personal revelation. The structure of the church may keep potential crazies in check more than would be the case with breakoffs like the Laffertys, but still…

    When I was in seminary during high school, in the year we spent focusing on The Book of Mormon, the first verse of scripture we were asked to commit to memory was 1 Nephi 3:7:

    “And it came to pass that I, Nephi, said unto my father: I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them.”

    This is one of the best-known Book of Mormon scriptures in the church, although I believe Mormons think of it out of context most of the time — considering it simply a powerful statement about faith and obedience. But the context is bleak — it’s the prelude to Nephi’s murder of Laban. Killing a man is the way that the Lord prepared for him.

    The idea is there, in a fundamental portion of Mormon theology, that God can decide he wants you to kill somebody to accomplish a greater mission — and in a more personal sense than most of the God-approved killing in the Old Testament.

    Although religion may discourage some forms of rigorous thought, I don’t think it creates insanity where there was none before (although I grant there may be exceptions). Religion may, however, give that insanity an extra sense of confidence and purpose.

    And, Frailty asks, what if that insanity isn’t really insanity at all? Chilling stuff.

    There are also a few movies I’d want to include just for the sake of seeing them represented by anyone at all — Malcolm X; Saved!; Cremaster 2; Guyana Tragedy: The Story of Jim Jones; South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut; Orgazmo; Salome’s Last Dance; Heaven Can Wait; Defending Your Life; The Ten; even The Devil and Max Devlin and Oh God, You Devil (Bill Cosby, Elliot Gould, and then George Burns in dual roles! I haven’t seen these last two since I was about eight years old, though).

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    The Knowledge Problem of New Paternalism
    March 28, 2010 — 4:14 pm

    Tom Palmer‘s book reviews are more than enough to explain why Cass Sunstein is an extraordinarily sloppy thinker, but bad ideas never die — and Sunstein’s bad ideas are plentiful. One of his pet theories, developed with Richard Thaler, is “libertarian paternalism,” which posits that central authorities can frame the choices available to people in society in such a way that “better” choices will more often be made — all without running afoul of libertarian objections to authoritarian compulsion.

    David Friedman has made compelling arguments that “nudges,” attempts to establish innocuous choice architecture, would likely soon become more like shoves.

    Yesterday, I discovered that economists extraordinaire Mario Rizzo and Glen Whitman (check out this nice encomium to Rizzo by Peter Boettke) had thoroughly dismantled the idea that would-be paternalists have the ability to make better utility-maximizing decisions than the aggregate population they hope to influence, let alone cement this ability in a set of public policies that would implement the benefits of their omniscience in practice. Titled “The Knowledge Problem of New Paternalism,” one additional reason it caught my eye is because they published it in the law journal of my own alma mater.

    (Last time I went poking around the archives of BYU’s scholarly journals, incidentally, I stumbled across this gem from 1976, which provides the interesting bit of trivia that Milton Friedman and Dallin H. Oaks had been friendly colleagues during their mutual time in Chicago.)

    At any rate, Rizzo and Whitman give “libertarian paternalism” the full Hayekian analysis, concluding:

    In principle, we can embrace the idea of making people better off according to their own true preferences. That goal cannot be made operational in practice without access to information that policymakers do not, will not, and often cannot possess. Yet policymakers have to make policy on the basis of something, and so they will appeal to their own preferences, the preferences of self-appointed experts, or the (alleged) preferences of the public at large. They cannot implement people’s “true” preferences, but they can implement what they believe are the “right” ones, and the new paternalist paradigm will provide the intellectual cover to do so.

    It’s an excellent piece, worthy of a full, careful read.

    [Cross-posted at The Lesson Applied.]

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    Myrosinase Maximizers
    March 12, 2010 — 1:13 am

    Two and a half years ago (can it really have been that long?) I wrote over at Show-Me Daily about Barry Schwartz’s “paradox of choice” theory. An excerpt:

    Sometimes eliminating choices is a business strategy that makes sense. Some restaurants are getting rid of menus, some supermarkets are paring down the number of items on their shelves, and the Internet is filled with advice on how to make decisions effectively — suggesting that there’s a wide range of people out there that needs help coping with the bewildering array of choices life has to offer them.

    So, yes, I grant all of this. And yet … it’s easy to forget that the long tail has become the basis for the most valuable new business plans of the Internet age. The idea here is that people have such widely varied tastes that the many items people buy very little of, with low market share, add up to a mass of options that rivals the popular items that nearly everybody buys.

    Schwartz coined a couple of terms for different types of deision-makers: "maximizers" and "satisficers."

    Maximizers are the people who try to find the best of whatever they’re choosing — the best new car, the best brand of toothpaste, the best hamburger, etc. These people may enjoy their optimal choices more than other people enjoy their subpar choices, but there’s a large opportunity cost in pursuing knowledge of the "best" choice.

    Satisficers, on the other hand, choose things that are "good enough." They don’t second-guess whether there’s a better brand of peanut butter if the brand they’ve already purchased results in satisfactory sandwiches.

    Schwartz essentially argues that satisficers are happier than maximizers because they don’t expend an inefficient amount of time and energy looking for goods that are only marginally better than things they would be satisfied with. And his argument might make sense if people fit exclusively into one or the other of his categories.

    But the fact is that everybody is both a maximizer and a satisficer, just for different sets of choices. As Virginia Postrel argued in Reason:

    Since different people care intensely about different things, only a society where choice is abundant everywhere can truly accommodate the variety of human beings. Abundant choice doesn’t force us to look for the absolute best of everything. It allows us to find the extremes in those things we really care about, whether that means great coffee, jeans cut wide across the hips, or a spouse who shares your zeal for mountaineering, Zen meditation, and science fiction.

    A world in which there’s an ever-expanding array of choices means I get to maximize my music preferences by listening to Zorn and Zappa while others can satisfice theirs with Lavigne and Timberlake. It also means that some people can maximize their preference for vehicles with luxury BMWs or SUVs, while I can satisfice with my trusty Hyundai Elantra. And it means that while David Stokes can satisfice his baby bottle needs with whatever’s on sale, somebody else who’s looking for certain characteristics in a bottle that David might not care about, or have even considered, can find what they’re looking for as well.

    So, I was particularly happy to stumble across this piece from The Onion today. It’s a reminder that most people tend to be maximizers about some aspect of their lives. That line will be drawn in radically different places for different people, but the rest of us frequently benefit from the externalities of their trailblazing obsessions.

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    Incompetent Fitness Blog Item #4
    November 28, 2009 — 10:43 pm

    I’ve lost a substantial amount of weight a couple of times in the past. The first time happened after heading back for my second year of college following two years as a missionary in Florida. It involved a lot of walking to and from my off-campus apartment and a purposeful rejection of any and all junk food. I lived pretty much entirely off of beans and rice, oranges, and granola, got lots of practical exercise, and lost about 70 pounds in five months. Later, I moved closer to campus, got a bike, began relying on spaghetti as a staple, and the pounds started to pile back on.

    The second time, an experimental stab at Atkins, is partly chronicled in three blog entries from 2004, a series continued in both concept and number by this very post. I didn’t have the tools to measure my progress accurately at the time, but I think I lost about 60 pounds in four months, then took a break while visiting home on vacation, used the short-term break as an excuse to take a longer break and cram in some of my favorite foods as long as I was temporarily off the wagon, and didn’t start back up again.

    The third time is currently ongoing. I’d been contemplating another diet for a while until last fall, when I stayed with my pals James and Rachel during a work-related trip to D.C. I discovered that James had been adhering to the paleo diet, which is low-carb and similar in some ways to Atkins. I’d read about it before, and it always made evolutionary sense to me. But truth is often counterintuitive, so I checked out the research. I’d read pretty much every criticism of low-carb diets I could find before I started Atkins back in the day, although I was ultimately swayed in favor of at least trying out the approach by Jim Henley’s blog.

    James sent me links to a lecture and book by Gary Taubes, who I’d read back in 2004 but had kept collating research in the interim. His 2008 book is an amazing survey of how nutritional data has been systematically massaged for decades in ways that are entirely incompatible with the scientific method. From Overcoming Bias:

    For several decades, it has been the conventional wisdom that dietary fat (and especially saturated fat) contributes to obesity, heart disease, and cancer. Judging from Taubes’ exhaustive research — indeed, I’d be surprised if any other book examined bias within a particular scientific field in such detail — the conventional wisdom was based on unreliable and slender evidence that, once established and institutionalized in government funding, set a pattern of confirmation bias by which further research was judged (or ignored).

    It’s a great read, and I find it convincing. Of course, the theory also fits perfectly with my own anecdotal experience — so that helps. When I started Atkins for the second time in February 2009, I realized that I’d forgotten how great it felt the first time. No more low-blood-sugar crashes or moments of panicky hunger. Increased energy, deeper sleep. My occasional acid reflux vanished. And as the weight dropped, everything became easier — less mass that needs to be serviced by oxygenated blood flow, less effort required to move the mass that remains.

    I think the primary reason I ultimately failed to stick to the diet in 2004 was that I never fully committed. I viewed it as more or less a neat metabolic trick to lose weight without much physical effort, and I always planned to go back to eating all my favorite foods once I’d lost weight — but keep it off with exercise rather than with what I still regarded as a fad diet. Now that I’m convinced by the science, though, it’s no longer even really a diet to me. This is not a temporary change of behavior; there’s no going back. It’s just a healthier way to eat, and that won’t change if I manage to once again reach my long-lost skinny days. The term “lifestyle change” gets thrown around a lot in nutritional literature, and in my case it’s true — that’s what it takes. No breaks for vacation, no falling off the wagon to succumb to a momentary indulgence. It’s a complete shift in outlook.

    I’ve found that it’s pretty easy to give something up once I’ve psychologically committed to the decision. Giving up starchy/sugary food for my diet entailed a shift in the way I view food. I see a heaping bowl of mashed potatoes or a plate of cookies, for instance, and no longer regard them as edible. They hold so little power of temptation anymore that they may as well be made out of plastic. Similarly, ruling out the possibility of dating more than a decade ago also turned out to be surprisingly easy. I mean, self-acceptance is one thing, but I labor under no illusions that women are dying to have bald fat dudes crushing on them — in either sense of the term. Not that you can really help developing a crush on somebody, but you can resign yourself to the fact that it’s hopeless and leave it at that; the idea is off the table.

    I’m reminded of when the sitcom “King of Queens” came up as the subject of a trivia question not too long ago. A friend pointed out that she thought the show’s basic premise was not believable. Ain’t that the truth. It’s simply a fact of life that I’ve long been resigned to. Way back before the turn of the 21st century, my mind raced through a bajillion losing scenarios like a 1980s Department of Defense supercomputer before concluding that “the only winning move is not to play.” And, after such a point of psychological commitment, other doors open; other opportunity sets arise (although, granted, not necessarily better ones). A “Seinfeld” plot framed this in a cruder but much funnier way — although I’m not sure I’ve been more productive than I otherwise might have been, a la George Costanza, because my OCD tendencies can make even largely unproductive activities seem to carry a veneer of accomplishment when I fall into a rhythm of doing them exhaustively.

    Path dependence is an ongoing marginal process. It’s easy to maintain the status quo for another day, week, month, etc., while telling yourself that substantial change is just around the corner. But making that change takes effort, an investment in a new set of sunk costs that require time in order to develop into a new, more rewarding future path. The small immediate payoffs that come from minimal effort can be an attractive alternative to a larger distant payoff that comes only after the difficult initial steps of change. Even though an expanded time preference is one of the hallmarks of success throughout life, it took me this long to consistently forgo the marshmallow of immediate gustatory gratification.

    But, again, once actual psychological commitment takes hold, the new path becomes easy to sustain in much the same way as the old one: inertia works in either case. I never intended my absence from the world of relationships to last so long, but I kept telling myself that I’d change next month, next year . . . and that sort of extended procrastination adds up. At times, now that I’ve ventured this far down a new path away from the darkness of self-imposed exile, I catch a glipse of a light at the end of the tunnel — but it’s still distant. So, I remind myself that it’s still hopeless. But maybe it won’t be in another year or so: There’ll be no more marshmallows for me.

    There’s no fixed end game that I hope to reach via substantial weight loss, but already, even with 150ish pounds left to go, I can do far more things more easily and readily than I could last year. Losing weight means becoming a dramatically more functional human being, in any number of ways. Whatever comes after that is uncertain, but — ceteris paribus (I know, I know, ceteris is never paribus) — the range of possibilities will expand in positive ways.

    Even though I more or less know what I’m doing this time around, this blog entry still lives up to the “incompetent” designation I began back in 2004, because I haven’t been keeping a systematic record of my progress. When I finally got around to writing all of this down, I realized that the only written record I have of my 2009 weight loss milestones comes from Facebook status updates. I’ve compiled the data I posted there for the past several months into the following table that’s interesting (to me) but still incompetent in its inconsistency of measurement: . . . Read more!

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    What Is Eaten and What Is Not Eaten
    November 27, 2009 — 9:13 pm

    I love my nephews and nieces to pieces, but can’t get over how surreal it is trying to formulate a rational explanation that will convince another person that it’s unacceptably gross to pick your nose and eat it.

    I think I feel some sort of analogue to Bastiat’s frustration with the political process:

    What a lot of trouble to prove in political economy that two and two make four; and if you succeed in doing so, people cry, “It is so clear that it is boring.” Then they vote as if you had never proved anything at all.

    But, you know, replace “two,” “two,” and “four” with “boogers,” “mouth,” and “disgusting,” and “political economy” with “basic norms of polite society.” Oh yeah, and “vote” with “pick their nose and eat it anyway.”

    Or something.

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    Grumpy Old Men
    November 14, 2009 — 3:01 pm

    Partial Google Talk transcript from Thursday, Nov. 12:

    12:04 PM
    me: a bunch of book club people formed a bar trivia team last night… we were the “Mathletes for Liberty”
    12:05 PM
    J: LOL…sounds like my kind of crowd…though I suck at math
    me: no math questions… even so, we only came in third
    me: out of like 12 teams, though
    12:06 PM
    J: Sounds like a lot of fun, actually
    12:07 PM
    me: it was indeed pretty fun
    me: and, somehow, two talking heads songs made it to the jukebox with no help from me
    J: LOL, nice!
    me: several book club people had no idea who talking heads are… clearly, this calumny cannot stand
    12:08 PM
    J: WTF!!??
    12:09 PM
    me: “Blind” from “Naked” came on at a restaurant in asheville nc while we were there, and when i got excited, josh looked puzzled and said, “you know this strange music?”
    12:10 PM
    me: kids these days…
    J: “Get off my lawn!!”
    me: yeah
    me: get a haircut
    J: exactly

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    Updating and Backdating
    November 8, 2009 — 5:58 pm

    We hadn’t had our shiny new blog for long before we, once again, became apathetic about posting new material in it. I know I tend to write less if Justin isn’t writing anything, and I suspect it’s the same for him if I quit posting. It’s easy to fall into a consistent lack of productivity that feeds on itself.

    For the last couple months that Justin has been in Afghanistan, he’s been sending out group email messages to a variety of friends and family, updating everybody about his travels and travails. I suggested a few times that he should post some of them to the blog, because they’re interesting enough to be part of this permanent record, but he never posted anything. When I suggested this again a few days ago, he revealed that he’s had trouble logging in to our blog interface from Kabul, and proposed that I add some of the stuff he’s sent out instead.

    So was born the already lengthy and ongoing series “Dispatches From Afghanistan,” which currently has 27 entries. I backdated each of the entries to match the date and time at which he sent out the emails, the first falling on Sept. 4. After I’d finished posting them all, I updated our archive page as well, so even the entries that get pushed off the front page can still be located and read.

    As I’ve added all of Justin’s dispatches during the past few days, I’ve found that the addition of his content to the site has once again stoked my own initiative to add to my own side of the blog. So, stay tuned for more — until the next time we go into update hibernation.

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    No One Asked, But I’m Telling Anyway
    November 7, 2009 — 9:36 pm

    I haven’t really said anything about gay marriage around these parts. I’m close to many people who hold strong positions on multiple sides of the argument, and nobody’s ever asked me to outline my own stance. Maybe they all just presume that I agree with them, or maybe they’re apprehensive that I won’t. More likely, they don’t care — and I can’t say I blame them. Nobody asks about my view, and I don’t offer, pretty much a “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation.

    I have no personal investment in the issue, which may also be one of the reasons I haven’t bothered to touch on it before. I do have friends with a personal stake, however, as I suspect most people do, so the issue will always affect me tangentially. That’s all beside the point, though — for instance, I don’t take recreational drugs, and regardless of that I’ve been a long-time advocate for drug legalization. Standing up for individual rights should be a matter of principle, and it may well be more important for people to fight for rights they don’t ever plan to use themselves than to protect only their own interests, if for no other reason than to help ensure they don’t succumb to a corrupting bias in otherwise principled ideology. So, for the record, I’m firmly in favor of legalizing all consensual behavior among adults. Whether other individuals throughout society consider any particular behavior to be “moral” is a separate question, a battle that should be waged in the marketplace of ideas in civil society, rather than in legislative chambers.

    My own position on gay marriage has actually been on the web for a little more than four years, in the comment section of Tom Palmer’s blog (there are a couple of references to previous comments that don’t fully make sense outside the context of the full thread):

    In our perfect little libertarian utopia (as if anyone could agree on what that might be), we certainly might agree on the complete separation of marriage and state as one of the features of this society. And this is indeed the view I once held; I wasn’t interested in arguments for gay marriage because I didn’t think government should be involved in defining or approving marriages at all. And in a perfect world, this would still be my view.

    But as we live in a decidedly non-libertarian world, it’s important to take stock of the set of rights and responsibilities that a civil marriage confers on its participants — and to realize that some of these rights and responsibilities *can’t* be contracted for in any form outside of marriage.

    Since marriage is the one form of contract that allows for specific sets of rights and responsibilities between two people, it’s fundamentally unjust to withhold that form of contract from a categorical set of willing participants.

    If, Aaron G., you think engaging in a homosexual relationship is sinful, that’s your right. And, SPB, if you want to work toward smashing traditional forms of sexual morality, that’s your right too. But the libertarian in both of you should recognize that if someone else wants to take another path in her pursuit of happiness, you should grant her that right as well.

    After all, the only thing under consideration is the right to undertake a specific form of interpersonal contract. This shouldn’t be a controversial notion at all.

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    He’s Back!
    September 13, 2009 — 8:30 pm

    Why do I even bother arguing with somebody who has such a tenuous grasp on reality?

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    Blinkronicity
    July 30, 2009 — 2:18 am

    Earlier today, Jesse Walker posted a link to the FilmFlam email list to an article about how scientists have found that people often tend to blink as a group at particular places when watching movies or TV shows. The seemingly inconsequential act of blinking causes a viewer to miss a split second of the plot, which “means moviegoers who sit through a 150-minute film have their eyes shut for up to 15 minutes.” So people subconsciously save some of their blinks for moments that they instinctually think they can afford to miss briefly.

    Later in the day, I responded on the list that this bugged me as a kid:

    For a while when I was a kid, my OCD latched on to worrying about blinking during movies & TV shows. Had I really watched a movie, or just sizable portions of a movie? Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to stop blinking entirely, I recall trying to just periodically close one eye and then the other so that I’d never entirely miss even a fraction of a second — but it didn’t take too long for me to decide I was being ridiculous, and so I stopped worrying about it, cold turkey, and began once again blinking with abandon…

    Then, just a few minutes ago, tonight’s TiVo’d episode of The Colbert Report was drawing to a close when Stephen Colbert closed the show with this gag:

    If those of you watching at home want more show, try watching this episode again without blinking. You get at least 3 percent more programming, and the added bonus of seeing all those bright white spots.

    Now, if only one of my Malcolm Gladwell books were to fall mysteriously off a shelf, or something, the day would be complete.

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    Size Matters
    July 2, 2009 — 1:41 am

    I inadvertently left my phone at work on Tuesday night, and tonight I left my 10-inch netbook. So, I pulled out my slowly-falling-apart laptop once I got home, which I hadn’t used in weeks, and at 15.5 inches it now seems comically oversized — kind of like Edith Ann’s rocking chair.

    It can be inconvenient at times using such a small display as a matter of course, but now that I’ve gotten used to it, the lightness, portability, and easy handling of the smaller-sized model easily win out for most of the situations in which I want to use a computer at home. I can’t do much in the way of cutting-edge gaming or video editing on a netbook — but I’ve never been much of a gamer, and at any rate, I have a fancy new Power Mac at work for CPU-intensive tasks that are actually productive. In the meantime, most of the time, I’m sold on the sheer usefulness of tiny, tiny computers.

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    Love in 30 Seconds Flat
    June 26, 2009 — 3:17 am

    Toward the end of Letterman on Wednesday night, a band named St. Vincent started playing: . . . Read more!

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    The Airport Exercise
    June 25, 2009 — 12:14 am

    Steve Ball, guitar protégé of Brian Eno‘s old pal Robert Fripp, has developed his own music for airports: . . . Read more!

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    Dangerous but Sincere
    June 11, 2009 — 2:59 am

    The A.V. Club tackles my favorite movie, Trust, as part of its “New Cult Canon” film review series. Here’s a nice excerpt:

    It should be said up front that Trust, aside from any deeper emotional or thematic underpinnings, is flat-out funny much of the time. And it’s often absurd and melancholy simultaneously, like when news of Maria’s situation literally kills her father, or when her hilarious stereotype of a jock boyfriend breaks up with her without pausing in his training regimen. There’s something sad and funny, too, about Maria’s older sister Peg (a young, superb Edie Falco), a hard-living divorcée who also lives at home, and whose mother considers her damaged enough to make a better partner for Matthew than Maria, the less-spoiled daughter. Hartley also has fun noodling with archetypes: One subplot has Maria searching for a businessman who will come off the Long Island commuter train wearing a trenchcoat and smoking a pipe; it turns out that description fits all businessmen.

    Though such deadpan absurdities are a longstanding element of Hartley’s work, they’re also the albatross that hangs over his lesser films, because it can be hard to see the sincerity and depth behind them. Yet that’s never the case with Trust, which speaks to Shelly and Donovan’s wonderful chemistry and the touching way Hartley ties their tenuous romance with their desperate need for rehabilitation and change.

    Later:

    Respect + admiration + trust = love. Only Hartley would attempt to devise some sort of metric to quantify a feeling as intangible as love; one critic, I can’t recall who, suggested that Hartley’s scripts were so hermetic and rigidly plotted that it’s as if they were written on graph paper. But while his films definitely give the impression of being fully worked out well before the cameras roll, that doesn’t necessarily condemn the end results to being stale and overly calculated.

    Indeed. I’ve heard similar complaints about filmmakers like the Coen Brothers and Stanley Kubrick over the years. I mean, I like the loose improvisational styles of, say, Godard or Altman as much as anybody — but this “cold, calculated” charge has never seemed to me like a drawback for any movie I’ve ever seen.

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    Merciful Bending of Time
    June 6, 2009 — 2:51 am

    Trey Gunn, one of my favorite musicians, explains the trouble he’s having learning a new piece of repertoire for an upcoming series of performances:

    This “three-piece suit and a poison pen” of a tune has some of the most challenging rhythms I have ever attempted. The musical worlds that I move comfortably in, all have four, or occasionally three, subdivisions to the beat. The bars could be composed of any numbers of beats – 5, 8, 9, 13, etc… – but each of those beats are broken up in to four small pulses. This is extremely common in even the most complicated of rock and world music rhythms. All of the King Crimson material (except for the short bass break in Lark’s Tongue II – which is five to the pulse) is based on four, or the odd three, pulses to the beat. All of my solo material is based on four small pulses. All of the music that I listen to from Iran, Egypt, Eastern Europe and Africa is based on either four or three to the beat.

    However this track, “Austin Powers” leaves this concept behind and the small subdivisions of the beat are mutated beyond this “norm”. One beat is divided in four, the next one in six, the next in 7, then one in five, then the next into 7. Sometimes these subdivisions even include rests on the first note — leaving you hanging off a cliff for a short split in time.

    After a couple of illustrative audio samples: . . . Read more!

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    Feeding the Trolls
    May 28, 2009 — 11:44 pm

    Why do I do it? Some high school English teacher with an axe to grind has started filling Show-Me Daily with rancor and intimations of institutional bias — as though he thinks nobody could possibly reach the conclusions we publish unless somebody paid us to doctor the research. But I know what we do is accurate, to a fault, and it’s obvious he’s a crank that nobody will take seriously. Still, I keep responding — even though his comments all follow posts I didn’t write. Check it out:

    How to Compete With Charters

    Education, Not Regulation

    Answers to Charter School Criticism

    Professional Licensing: A First-Person Perspective

    Another Reduction in Government Lobbying

    Choice as a Motivator

    The guy devotes his comments to ad hominem attacks to such an absurd degree that he reminds me of this Onion article.

    In other work-related news, I have a piece in the latest issue of Atlas Highlights. Yay.

    Update: I’ll keep adding adding links to blog entries that this guy has commented on. He’s pretty entertaining.

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    AAGHEMM
    May 27, 2009 — 11:59 pm

    A few days ago, an old friend of mine from Portland posted to Facebook that he “Never wants to see an lol again” — so I’ve developed a new acronym that is destined to take the world of texters and script kiddies by storm: AAGHEMM. It stands for: “An Audible Guffaw Has Escaped My Maw.”

    Pass it on PLS, PPL.

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    Electric Desert
    May 26, 2009 — 11:08 pm

    One of my bestest pals in the world, Travers, is in a new band — Electric Desert. Go check ’em out on MySpace and Facebook, where you can also hear some of their music. Here’s a nice shot of Travers in action.

    Also, below the jump, I’ve embedded a couple of audience-cam YouTube videos from their show last night in Chicago. . . . Read more!

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    A Memorial for Civil Society
    May 25, 2009 — 11:18 pm

    As Memorial Day draws to a close, it occurs to me that it would be a good time to repost something here that I wrote nearly a year ago for Show-Me Daily, the blog I maintain as part of my day job with the Show-Me Institute. The entry stems from a trip that Justin and I took to Kansas City, during which we visited several historical sites marking and commemorating Missouri’s Mormon War:

    Every Memorial Day that I can recall while I grew up in Portland, Ore., we went to visit my mom’s parents’ resting place. After moving away, first for college and later for work, I got out of the habit of visiting family members’ graves on Memorial Day. There just weren’t any within driving distance.

    Now that I’m living in Missouri, it’s a little easier — my great-great-great-great grandpa is buried about an hour and a half northeast of Kansas City, lying at the bottom of an abandoned well with several other people after they were all murdered. Although I visited the site in March, and had considered going there again over the Memorial Day weekend, a nasty bug has laid me out for the past few days … and the rain would have been a dealbreaker anyway — my car didn’t handle so well on the muddy back roads last time.

    I did, however, spend some time on Monday thinking about the value of civil society. Because we live in a country largely founded on principles of freedom, tolerance, and the rule of law, people with wildly different cultures, backgrounds, and belief systems can live comfortably together in the same communities. And although from time to time tragic incidents may occur — like the one that killed one of my progenitors, and drove several others out of Missouri — they are by far the exception rather than the rule. There are places in the world where this sort of organized persecution and violent purging happens all the time.

    Ultimately, this is one of the most important historical innovations of the United States — despite our differences, for the most part we all manage to live and work together in peace.

    Most of my periodic trips to Kansas City are work-related, and timing generally doesn’t permit me to stay for much sightseeing. I almost went back this weekend, to see They Might Be Giants and visit a few of the places I didn’t see last time, but found that I had plenty to keep me occupied here at home. I’ll head back again soon, though.

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    Shrubbloggers 2.0
    May 25, 2009 — 8:12 pm

    Stronger! Faster! More explosions!

    This blog upgrade has been in the works for a long, long time. Back when we first decided to start a blog, I tried installing Movable Type on our server only to find, four or five hours later, that I couldn’t get it to look the way I wanted. I had this dueling blogger design in my head, and Movable Type just didn’t seem equipped to make it a reality. But hey, I thought, I’m a wily web guy — I’ll just create a blog manually through an elaborate series of server-side include files!

    It worked well enough, except for the drudgery of manual archiving — periodically copying and pasting all of our main-page entries into their permanent resting places. I kept it up for a while, but as procrastination took hold and I let an increasing number of weeks drift by between each cumulative batch of archiving, the chore became easier to ignore until it reached absurdly out-of-date proportions. I’ve blogged about this before, after my last stab at archiving. Before this site upgrade went live today, the archives were more than three years behind schedule. And having a poorly maintained blog made both of us apathetic about posting here at all.

    I’ve used WordPress to build some other sites, so I figured it wouldn’t be too difficult to adapt our existing site’s look to the spiffy WordPress content management system. A year or so ago, I spent a few hours doing just that — until I hit a road block. You see, I was able to create a main page for the blog that looked basically like our old page, dueling author content and all, but getting the archives to behave the same way stumped me. I spent several more hours tweaking PHP code with no success, and several hours after that searching through WordPress forums, codices, and plugin documentation, searching for some way to make it work. No dice.

    You see, WordPress has no native function for displaying posts within a specified date range, and no way to split a single database query between two authors with two separate feeds. I was able to create the main page by initiating two separate database queries, one for each author, but when I tried to use the same code for archive pages, WordPress would just pull the most recent entries for each author — not our archived entries.

    A more sensible man might have decided that this was far too much trouble for something of little importance anyway, and just scrap the old site design for something new and, well, possible to implement. Instead, defeated, I retreated into petulance for the better part of a year. Whenever Justin made suggestions about changing the blog’s design rather than pursue the hobgoblin of my foolish consistency, I’d whine about how it’s not that difficult to update the relevant include files and FTP them to our server, and that he should just do that instead of pestering me. But our ill-kempt blog had become more of an embarrassment than an asset, and he really just wanted to start from scratch. I can’t say I blamed him.

    So, when Justin posted a message to Facebook last week indicating that he was thinking about starting a new blog of his own, I sprang into action. A new survey of WordPress possibilities revealed that, in February, someone might have solved the archive problem, finally making it possible to create dueling author feeds for old blog entries. A test of his method worked like gangbusters. A few days of heavy lifting later, here we are.

    So, we now have a functional site with all of your favorite five-year-old blog technology — RSS feeds, comments, searching, and bona fide automatic archiving. Well, almost automatic archiving. I ended up putting it all together in a pretty ghetto way (I don’t include metaphorical “elbow grease” and “rubber bands” in the blog’s new footer for nothing), but it works. And I’m really digging it.

    I’ll add category functionality before too long, and sooner or later I may start eliminating the HTML-tables-as-design-tools strategy that’s still more or less in place, even after the upgrade. I’m a fan of pure CSS design, but that’s another problem to tackle on another day. In the meantime, welcome to Shrubbloggers 2.0!

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    The Cat Came Back
    October 25, 2008 — 2:47 am

    The cat ran away Thursday morning, apparently slipping out the door while Justin left for work. I was surprised by the sense of loss I felt when I realized she was gone — I’ve never had a pet before, and never set out to bond with this one. I’ve never fully understood people’s grief when their pets die. After all, it’s just an animal. Get another one. What’s the big deal?

    But I spent a couple of cumulative hours searching around our apartment complex for this cat, and even sat out on the front step for a half hour Thursday night at about midnight, hoping she’d saunter home. No dice. But earlier tonight, after Justin spent some more time poking around our residential environs, she suddenly came home. Seemed a little dazed at first, but OK. Later, as she was purring on my lap, I actually let loose with two or three tears. Really. I literally can’t remember the last time that happened — at some point in high school, around 20 years ago, maybe? There’s no question, though — I’m hooked. Welcome home, kitty.

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    Raintime
    October 21, 2008 — 10:25 pm

    I’ve been looking for this video intermittently for about a decade. From eBay to collector sites to DVD anthologies — nothing. Today, I discovered that somebody finally posted it to YouTube in August. . . .

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    Ceramic Dog
    July 25, 2008 — 11:06 am

    I’m basically content living anywhere with a couple million people in the general metropolitan area — there’ll be enough decent concerts, movie theaters, and restaurants to keep me largely satisfied. But it’s this kinda thing that makes me wish I lived in the Windy Apple:

    Marc Ribot’s Ceramic Dog will be having a record release concert playing music from their Pi Recordings release “Party Intellectuals” tonight!

    The Knitting Factory
    74 Leonard Street, NYC
    $12 at the door
    Doors at 6:30; opening band Dan Friel (of Parts & Labor) at 7pm; Ceramic Dog at 8:00pm

    From today’s NY Daily News: “Their debut, ‘Party Intellectuals,’ bridges the harsh brilliance of late-period King Crimson, the wild jazz of Albert Ayler, and the in-your-face atonality of prime no wave. The resulting music has the force of heavy metal back when it was new, as well as the reach of art rock. There are even elements of Latin music and jazz worked in. Ultimately, Ceramic Dog pulls off a nearly impossible feat – to make staid, old rock ‘n’ roll once again sound like a riot.”

    From The NY Times, where the CD was a Critic’s Pick: The musicianship is intense regardless of the subtext, with all three players hurling themselves into their effort. They have an equally convincing way with bruising thrash punk, one-chord-vamp heroics and brooding atmospherics. And with one Cuban-flavored ballad, “For Malena,” Mr. Ribot expresses evidence of a heart to match his reserve of wits and soul.”

    So you get the idea – Please come join us!

    I mean, what are the chances they’ll ever hit St. Louis?

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    Greasy Goodness
    July 24, 2008 — 12:10 am

    Man, I really miss eating at the Hollywood Burger Bar.

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    Last Exit
    April 11, 2008 — 12:11 am

    I love ’80s music.

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    I Never Get Tired of This Stuff
    March 27, 2008 — 12:04 am

    So, the TiVo picked up a movie the other day: Into the Night, starring Jeff Goldblum and Michelle Pfeiffer. Tonight, I decided to watch it; the opening credits listed a few interesting names, including David Bowie and the incomparable Richard Farnsworth, so I was ready for some prime ’80s comedy caper cheese.

    After the movie had been on for about 45 minutes, I started poking around the Internet a little, and checked my Facebook newsfeed. I noticed my sister had taken a Facebook quiz — “Can you name the Muppet characters” — which I had taken several days ago, scoring 100 percent. It’s kind of a tough quiz. Would you recognize Link Hogthrob? Lew Zealand? I did.

    As I checked out my sister’s results, I remembered being a little peeved that one of the “correct” answers was misspelled. It’s “Crazy Harry,” not “Drazy Harry” — but that’s the answer I picked, because all the others were even further away from correct.

    I scrolled back to the top of the page, noting that I’m the only person among all my Facebook friends who hit 100 percent on this quiz. The only other person who came close was Travers, with 15 out of 16. Which is not at all surprising . . .

    Right as I glanced at the photos of Kermit and Fozzie next to the quiz ranking section, I heard a familiar voice on TV — Jim Henson had a cameo for about five seconds, as some random guy talking on a phone. That’s it. Apropos of nothing, no ado about anything. Jim Henson, suddenly there, suddenly gone, during the moment I looked at Kermit’s photo online. I doublechecked IMDb to be sure, and yep — it was him. When was the last time I saw a Jim Henson cameo in any movie, ever? What are the chances?

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    Hamsterdam Forever
    March 6, 2008 — 11:33 pm

    The Onion’s A.V. Club is a great repository of smart, snarky pop culture commentary, and a frequent web destination for me. And, like me, they think that The Wire is “the greatest accomplishment in the history of television” — an accolade I resisted at first, but realized at some point during the second season that I could no longer deny the obvious. What an amazing show.

    So, it’s gratifying to find, via an A.V. Club link, that the show’s creators have endorsed jury nullification in drug cases:

    If asked to serve on a jury deliberating a violation of state or federal drug laws, we will vote to acquit, regardless of the evidence presented. Save for a prosecution in which acts of violence or intended violence are alleged, we will — to borrow Justice Harry Blackmun’s manifesto against the death penalty — no longer tinker with the machinery of the drug war. No longer can we collaborate with a government that uses nonviolent drug offenses to fill prisons with its poorest, most damaged and most desperate citizens.

    Drug criminalization is one of the most socially destructive policies in the history of the United States, spurring a level of violent crime and official corruption that wouldn’t exist otherwise. The creators of The Wire have demonstrated, via their show, that they understand the intricate web of perverse incentives that the drug war creates. It’s nice to see that they’re trying to take a practical stand as well.

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    Meaningless Coincidences Are Everywhere
    March 5, 2008 — 7:39 pm

    Yesterday, I watched a 1950 episode of What’s My Line? — “television’s gayest game!” — which my TiVo had picked up on Sunday morning. One of the guests, whose profession the panelists were supposed to guess, was a seltzer manufacturer. Now, seltzer was not a word I heard much growing up, outside of an occasional reference to the seltzer bottles used by vaudevillian comedians. Although I come from a region that falls decidedly on the “pop” side of of the great linguistic soft drink schism, I always knew the stuff as “soda water,” or just “carbonated water” — not seltzer.

    So whenever I hear someone use the word, I think of the Seinfeld episode where George and Jerry briefly discuss how “salsa” and “seltzer” sound pretty similar when spoken with a Spanish accent, soon before George reaches his epiphany that their NBC sitcom proposal should be a show about nothing. So, as the What’s My Line? panel tried guessing the seltzer guy’s occupation, Jerry Seinfeld was riffing in the back of my mind: “Don’t you know the difference between seltzer and salsa? You have the seltzer after the salsa.”

    Later last night, while working, I started playing an episode of Seinfeld that the TiVo had picked up on Monday night. The episode? You guessed it: “The Pitch,” which features the very conversation I had remembered earlier that day.

    Which reminds me — last October, Justin and I were buying drinks (i.e., pop) at the neighborhood QuikTrip, which has one of the biggest selections of drinks (e.g., pop) I’ve ever seen in any convenience store. As I glanced at some of the many slushy/squishee/smoothie options featured there, I noticed they had horchata. I’d only tried this flavor at one location — a 24-hour Mexican restaurant in Boise — although I’d had it there several times. It tasted like liquid rice pudding, I thought, which triggered pleasant sense memories of the Christmases of childhood past. Anyway, I convinced Justin he should try it. “Have you ever had horchata?” “What’s horchata?” And so forth. He tried it, and hated it. Oh well. I keep thinking I should try the QuikTrip version to see whether it stacks up to the ghetto version I had in Bosie, but have yet to do so.

    Later that night, the TiVo plucked an episode of Beavis and Butt-head from the digital cable aether (specifically, MTV2), which at one point features our protagonists watching a Tori Amos video. Beavis notices a background character in the video: “Hey, Butt-head — that’s the guy that works at Maxi-Mart!” Butt-head: “Oh yeah. He’s cleaning out the Slurpee machine.” Beavis: “Yeah. ‘Get me a large horchata. Horchata! And a Blue Wackadoo.'”

    Are there big coincidences and small coincidences, or just coincidences?

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    & Teller
    March 5, 2008 — 6:16 pm

    The shorter, quieter one stares into the abyss of a zombie apocalypse. Music by Courtney Von Drehle, a former member of the Tone Dogs — one of my favorite bands ever to exist.

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    You Waited Four Months for This?
    February 9, 2008 — 1:49 am

    So, I’m up watching an episode of I’ve Got a Secret TiVo’d from two nights ago, and I start to wonder why one of the panelists looks so familar. I’ve seen the show several times before (I only just started recording it regularly, though) and I was sure I recognized Betsy Palmer from somewhere — but I couldn’t place her. IMDb cleared that up soon enough, revealing that she had appeared as Mrs. Vorhees in the original Friday the 13th film. Curious about the rest of her career, I perused the listings, noticing that she played “Aunt Mildred” 12 years later in Still Not Quite Human, the third installment in a Disney Channel made-for-TV-movie franchise that had started a few years earlier. I never saw this installment (or the second one), so it wouldn’t be notable outside of the fact that it made me remember that the first Not Quite Human is where I remembered seeing Robyn Lively for the first time (although I definitely saw her the year before in the Amazing Stories episode she made, I don’t remember having registered her presence per se at the time). Robyn Lively is mostly notable to me, to this day, because she appeared in a few episodes of my beloved Twin Peaks, and so she more or less gets a free pass for life in terms of me being at least slightly interested when she appears onscreen. This all led me to wonder what Robyn Lively is up to these days, so I checked out her current filmography and bio, noticing that her siblings, Eric, Jason, Blake, and Elaine are all in the entertainment business as well. “Huh. I’ve never heard of them before,” I think. So, curiosity sated, and ancient I’ve Got a Secret episode finally concluded, I delete the game show and scroll up the TiVo menu to Letterman, recorded earlier in the evening. I check the episode summary before hitting play, and see that the guests tonight are: Colin Farrell, Lenny Kravitz, and . . . Blake Lively. I Shiite you not. Turns out Blake was in Cloverfield. Nice.

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    Conspiracy Against Freedom
    October 4, 2007 — 12:06 am

    My pal Paul Jacob is in some pretty serious hot water. It seems Oklahoma’s attorney general is prosecuting him for “conspiracy to defraud the state” — for ostensibly failing to comply with a technicality in the state’s petitioning laws.

    This is a big deal — it’s a felony charge that could lead to 10 years in prison. For a technicality that Paul insists he never even violated.

    So, what did Paul actually do? He helped advise a TABOR (taxpayers’ bill of rights) petition drive in Oklahoma in 2005. According to Oklahoma law, only that state’s residents can collect signatures to get a petition on the ballot. The petition’s organizers wondered whether they could get out-of-state petitioners to move to Oklahoma and declare residency in order to begin petitioning. So they asked — and they were told to go ahead. According to Paul’s statement:

    I was then informed that under Oklahoma’s statutory residency requirement, people could move to Oklahoma and immediately declare residency, and thus be qualified to circulate the petition. The petition company felt enough people could be recruited to move to Oklahoma to gather enough signatures to bring the question to the ballot.

    When I inquired as to whether the state officials had been asked for their guidelines on what constitutes residency, I was told that the petition company had indeed sought—and received—the advice and approval of officials in the Secretary of State’s office. Indeed, two separate individuals with National Voter Outreach spoke to government officials to determine the rules on residency. They were told that people could indeed come to Oklahoma, declare residency, and begin circulating a petition.

    In good faith, the company acted on this information.

    After the fact, the Oklahoma Supreme Court interpreted the state’s law to mean “that no one who moves to the state to accept a job, no matter how long the duration, is a ‘genuine’ resident unless he is committed to remaining in the state permanently.” This would prohibit the petitioners used in 2005 — even though the organizers were told at the time it was OK to use them.

    So now Paul, along with two others, is being charged with a felony, for violating a technicalicy in petitioning law that wasn’t even a violation at the time it happened.

    Conspiracy, indeed. Oklahoma Attorney General Drew Edmondson and his cronies are engaging in a conspiracy against freedom.

    Read more at the LFB Blog, Hit & Run, Wirkman Netizen, The Washington Examiner’s blog, Ballotpedia, Chetley Zarko’s blog, The Insider, and, of course, Free Paul Jacob.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Catolumni
    July 30, 2007 — 12:10 am

    Sometimes, I actually show up to parties, although that’s not to say I stay very long. Everybody in that photo is a former Cato denizen, although I think I’m the only one in that particular shot who never had a post-internship position there. Incidentally, notice that it looks like I could easily swallow Madison Kitchens whole . . .

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    Dermaptera Chimera
    July 28, 2007 — 11:59 pm

    If your name is Eric, and you’re an uncle to a bunch of li’l kids, a really good nickname for you would be . . . Uncle Earwig. Even better: Uncool Earwig.

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    Turn On, Toon In
    May 8, 2007 — 8:42 pm

    Back in September, I posted about my cousin Jacob’s Adult Swim cartoon pilot, That Crook’d ‘Sipp. The 30-second preview has been on the web for about a year, and a one-minute clip was posted much more recently. (It’s also on the Adult Swim web site, albeit with a less-useful interface.)

    The show is scheduled to debut on the Cartoon Network this Sunday night at 12:15 a.m. Or, rather, this Monday morning at 12:15 a.m., if you’re pedantic like me. It’s also scheduled to hit the web, on a nifty online downloady feature called Adult Swim Fix, sometime on Thursday.

    So watch it, and stuff.

    I’m struck by the slow pace of this show reaching the screen — it can take a long time to develop things in the television world, apparently. I first heard about this show almost two and a half years ago, on the Sunday before Thanksgiving, at Jake’s house in Atlanta. That’s the same day I first heard about the Aqua Teen Hunger Force movie they were developing. I saw the first five minutes of footage for that movie a year and a half ago, the Monday after Thanksgiving at Adult Swim’s HQ, but it finally hit theaters just last month. (Incidentally, remember those blinky-light dealies that shut down Boston for a day in January? Guess who designed those. Yup.)

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    An Institutional Blogger is Me
    May 7, 2007 — 9:42 am

    The new job seems to be going well. Now that I’m settling in, I’ve started blogging duties for the Show-Me Institute.

    In my first post, I quoted David Friedman’s illustration of how special-interest politics works:

    Special interest politics is a simple game. A hundred people sit in a circle, each with his pocket full of pennies. A politician walks around the outside of the circle, taking a penny from each person. No one minds; who cares about a penny? When he has gotten all the way around the circle, the politician throws fifty cents down in front of one person, who is overjoyed at the unexpected windfall. The process is repeated, ending with a different person. After a hundred rounds everyone is a hundred cents poorer, fifty cents richer, and happy.

    I was reminded of this last fall, when Wirkman Virkkala paraphrased it, hesitantly attributing it to David’s dad, Milton. I must confess, I didn’t remember which Friedman wrote it either, and it took me the better part of a half hour of creative Google searching to track down the actual source online: The Machinery of Freedom, David Friedman’s early classic of anarcho-capitalist theory.

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    The Party Vanishes
    April 1, 2007 — 4:16 am

    Now that I know where I’ll be in early May, I thought I’d get my travel plans finalized to attend Cato’s 30th anniversary dinner. I attended the 20th in 1997, when I was an intern there, and the 25th in 2002 while I worked at U.S. Term Limits, so I’ve always planned to make my way back to DC for the 30th, no matter where I was. I’ve waffled slightly, thinking about airfare and tux rental, not to mention the registration fee (these dinners are fundraisers, after all). But I’ve gotta go. It’s fun, the place will be crawling with people I know (if only slightly) and would like to see again, and, well, it’s become a tradition.

    So I stopped by Cato’s events page to confirm the date . . . and the event isn’t there! No reference anywhere on Cato’s site, as far as I can tell. This is odd, because in early February I confirmed the date as May 9th, by consulting Cato’s events page when I was letting my pal James know I’d probably be coming to town.

    So what’s the deal? Did Cato just cancel the event and eliminate all traces that it once existed on their calendar? Is it being moved to another date? Is my quintannual tradition destined for the dustbin of history? It can’t be an April Fool’s joke.

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    Everybody Can Use an Editor, Part 2
    March 24, 2007 — 4:54 am

    A few days ago, I was hired for a new job in the St. Louis area, so I’ll be moving out Justin’s way soon. I’ll be taking on some of the duties currently handled by Tim Lee, one of the “People I Know” over to the side of the blog. Although several of the people in that list are close friends, some going back decades, Tim was an occasional acquaintance back in DC. (In fact, since I’ve started reading Brian Doherty’s new book, I note that the last time I saw Brian was during a party at Tim’s former DC apartment.) I look forward to working with Tim and the rest of the fine folks at the Show-Me Institute to spread economic freedom in Missouri.

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    Everybody Can Use an Editor
    February 21, 2007 — 11:15 pm

    Unlike negatives, which can become rhetorically positive when doubled, or even negative again if tripled, redundancy just gets increasingly redundant when multiplied:

    At present they’re currently shooting Episode 18 of the sixth season at the moment.

    Negatives function grammatically in the same way as multiplying by negative numbers in math, altering polarity each time. Redundancy is additive. Or, rather, it’s like multiplying by 1 — it adds a new piece of apparatus to the equation without changing a thing.

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    This Charge I Commit
    February 18, 2007 — 9:06 pm

    A little over a week ago, my pal Tim Virkkala wrote an entry at his blog about his name. At least, I’ve always thought of him as my pal Tim Virkkala. Turns out, he’s not quite that:

    Say I introduce myself to a man. I call myself “Timothy.” And only one in ten men will use my name. Without prompting, they’ll call me “Tim.”

    With women, this is about half and half. Half of women, or perhaps a few more, when prompted with “Timothy” will respond with “Timothy.” To the rest I’m automatically given (and without asking permission) the name “Tim.”

    So usually I give up. I’m Tim to people I meet. I even introduce myself as such, especially in business. It’s just not worth a struggle with every man I meet. It is hard to go up against an in-grained bigotry.

    To Finns and some others I’ve pushed the Finnish version: “Timo.” That’s a lark. It’s certainly preferable to me than “Tim.” It more accurately echoes the Greek origin of the word: honor.

    But the point is, by common practice in American manners, I am not allowed my given, Christian name, the name my parents gave me. My use of it for writing became a “pen name,” a pseudonym, without my intention. All because people have their preferences, and “Timothy” bugs them.

    That it doesn’t bug me bugs them, too.

    It is not manly enough a name, I gather. It implies weakness. And when I’m firmly shaking another man’s hand, this man doesn’t want to say “Timothy,” he wants to say something shorter, “harder.”

    I can’t remember whether he introduced himself to me as “Timothy” the first time I met him (although I presume he did) — but I’m certain that everybody else we worked with, during the eight months we spent together at Liberty, all called him “Tim.” So I assumed that’s what he went by, and called him “Tim” as well. It’s what I’ve always called him. I never realized I was causing offense, if only slight.

    I’m not so sure it’s an aversion to a name that’s not quite “manly” enough, though — I’d guess it’s more a general aversion to formality. “Timothy” seems formal, proper, almost standoffish; “Tim” seems friendly and familiar. Maybe it’s a shortcut for people to pretend they know him better than they do. A kind of attempted ingratiation, or glad-handling. If that’s the case, it’s no surprise to me that it would rankle. I’ve always been annoyed, myself, by the sort of people who, after barely an introduction, are inclined to clap me on the back and jovially call me, say, “big guy.” No, thanks.

    I’ve always had a resistance to changes of name. A kid I’d known for years as “Benjy” decided, once he reached 6th grade, that he was now “Ben.” He had to remind me several times not to call him by his more childlike nickname, and it took a couple of years before it no longer seemed strange to say it. The last time I saw his mom — sometime in the late ’90s, I think — she was still calling him “Benjy.” A girl I’d become good friends with in high school decided, when she left for college, that she’d rather go by “Anne” than “Heather.” Justin and I scoffed at the change at first, but then decided, hey, she’s a friend — if this is what she wants to go by, that’s what we’ll call her. But I still slipped up almost every time I saw her. At first, she’d remind me to call her “Anne,” and then later said she didn’t mind — she could go by “Heather” with her old friends. And now that we haven’t seen her in a few years, Justin and I have reverted to calling her “Heather” whenever we recall our times together. Or, almost sarcastically, “Heather Anne.”

    My brother, who we all called “Stephen” over the years, began in high school (or even middle school, perhaps) introducing himself to people as “Steve.” Everyone in the family still calls him “Stephen,” though, and I’m not sure whether or not this bothers him. I suspect that his change may have been spurred by people mistakenly pronouncing his written name “Stefan,” because of the tricky “ph” — that he’d had enough and opted instead for the simpler “Steve.”

    I think a primary reason I’ve always felt hesitant to adopt name changes is that names are so tied linguistically to identity. It felt absurd to me at first to use “Anne” instead of “Heather,” as much as if someone were to try convincing me that the correct word for “dinosaur” is now “Wednesday,” or the name for a light reddish color is no longer “pink,” but “lunch.” (Both of these, incidentally, are examples from a 1980s episode of The Twilight Zone.)

    I know Tim . . . um, Timothy . . . often used to sign his emails as “Timo,” noting it was the Finnish version of “Timothy.” I’ve called him “Timo” a few times, but it always seemed to me too much like a copy guy nickname — “Timo . . . Timorama . . . the Timonator . . . makin’ copies . . .” And I, myself, have been snarky about Timo’s use of his middle name, Wirkman, in published writing of the past few years:

    My pal Tim Virkkala (or Wirkman Virkkala, depending on the day, or the context, or something) has been updating and expanding his web presence

    This despite the fact that I had asked about his use of “Wirkman,” instead of “Timothy,” more than a year earlier, and he graciously responded:

    I have a great deal of affection for the name Timothy, which I associate
    with

    1. my favorite grass sporting a great culm
    2. the pathetic hero of “Homecoming,” one of Ray Bradbury’s greatest stories
    3. the sidekick of S/Paul of Tarsus
    4. timidity

    Now, these are fine things to think about when thinking of me as a person.

    But I prefer my ancient family name, Wirkman, as a name for a writer.

    So resistant am I to name changes, that even after reading his entry about it the day he posted it, feeling chastened, and deciding to write (eventually) this entry in response, I called him “Tim” again in an email I wrote to him this afternoon. Which brings me to the last few lines of Timothy’s entry:

    Still, respect is the hallmark of a peaceful society. Calling a person by the name he (or she) prefers, that’s a sign of respect.

    And since respect for individuals is at the heart of the libertarian idea, I do expect libertarians to be a little more sympathetic to my switch.

    Still, “Timothy” is a lost cause. Only a few people use it. Call me Timo. Or Wirkman.

    Or if you know me from the past, in the flesh, “Tim” will have to do. For most of you.

    But you might want to give respect a chance.

    And so I’ll try. I doubt the attempt will be effortless or consistent, but it’s not a matter of disrespect — more like thoughtlessness and habit.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Context is Everything
    February 1, 2007 — 3:15 pm

    Most days, I work at the newspaper from mid-afternoon to around midnight, then come home and work on web stuff through the night. I’ll either listen to music or watch TV while gettin’ it all done — and when I’m working on stuff that requires a fair amount of concentration I usually stick to the familiar, so I don’t feel obliged to divert attention from the task at hand.

    Late last night, while flipping through the cable channels, I stumbled across Slums of Beverly Hills, which I hadn’t seen in a long time, so I left it on while clacking away at my laptop keyboard. Later, I heard the door to my dad’s bedroom open, just down a short hallway off of the living room — a late-night bathroom trip. During the five seconds or so it took for him to travel from his bedroom to the bathroom, this was the featured TV dialogue:

    Natasha Lyonne yells at David Krumholtz:
    “I don’t talk about your morning boner, so don’t talk about my tits!”

    A few nights ago, sorta the same thing happened. I don’t recall the movie, but it was something with perhaps one brief (tame) sex scene in the entire film — and my dad walked from his bedroom to the bathroom exactly during the three or four seconds of loud orgasmic climax, missing the rest of the aurally unobjectionable content.

    This hasn’t come up in discussion. I’m not sure what my dad thinks I’m watching out here, or if he heard it clearly at all. Presumably he knows that context makes a big difference. But there’ve been a couple other times where a moment isolated from the rest of a film has led to misunderstanding.

    A couple years ago, I was watching The Triplets of Belleville with my sister, and her husband walked into the room at the precise moment during the opening musical sequence when Josephine Baker spent maybe 10 or 15 seconds dancing topless in an vaudeville caricature, which also included guys like Fred Astaire and Django Reinhardt. There wasn’t a conflict per se, but my brother-in-law seemed astonished. Stopped short, mouth dropped open, “What are you watching?” We assured him this scene was unrepresentative of the rest of the film, and he stuck around to watch some more.

    But it can be difficult to assure someone that it was a complete coincidence they walked in at an unrepresentative moment, if that moment is all they’ve seen. Once at a family reunion in the mid-1990s, several members of the extended family were hanging around in my grandma’s living room, watching Jean de Florette and Manon of the Spring. Pretty tame films, right? They’re both rated PG in the United States. But in the second film, there’s a scene toward the beginning in which the main character, a beautiful young shepherdess played by Emmanuelle Béart, takes a shower outdoors. Underneath a small waterfall, or something. We’re meant to understand the lust of the characters watching her surreptitiously without wallowing in the view ourselves. The scene is brief, and there’s nothing else like it in the film. But that’s exactly when my uncle walked into the room — even more astonished than my brother-in-law later was by an animated Josephine Baker.

    This led to an extended argument, and he threatened to leave the reunion and take his family with him (the kids were playing elsewhere in the house) unless we turned off the film, and didn’t turn it on again. He refused to heed our assurances that this scene was a complete anomaly in an otherwise tame family film. In fact, this argument may have been the touchstone for a years-long estrangement between two of my uncles, although other stuff certainly contributed to that. But we agreed to turn it off, and we (mostly) reconciled. But I suspect to this day, on some level, he thinks he caught us watching a naughty movie about naked girls showering outdoors. Context is everything.

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    Time Keeps On Slippin’ Into the Future
    January 27, 2007 — 6:37 pm

    Doot doot doo doo.

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    Imbibable Criticism
    January 10, 2007 — 5:34 am

    Ordinarily, when Justin writes something I don’t agree with, I don’t say anything. First of all, I’m laz… um, busy. But there’s also the part about it not mattering. We don’t have to agree on everything, and this web site is only half mine. But since Justin has decided to cover the entire Bible, it looks like I’m in store for several months of having to cringe at his side of the blog just about every day. So I’ll just say my piece now and get it over with.

    I don’t have a problem with Justin’s goals as he’s stated them. As far as I’m concerned, atheism is entirely unobjectionable. Disbelief should be the default starting point for most extraordinary claims, perhaps tempered by a “trust but verify” approach when dealing with people who have a demonstrated record of reliability and clear thinking. If you have no reasons to believe in something, you shouldn’t believe. Simple as that.

    I also share Justin’s goals of ridding our regulatory regimes of rule by the religious right. It doesn’t matter whether Jefferson’s phrase “wall of separation between church and state” is actually in the Constitution — it’s a damn good idea regardless. I’ve always felt a sort of tangential pride that a Mormon family sued a Santa Fe public school district so they’d stop having prayer in school. A Catholic family joined the suit; apparently they all felt harassed as members of minority religions in the largely Southern Baptist town, and school prayers were reinforcing the dominant religion. This is a perfect (small-scale) example of why the First Amendment was phrased to prevent Congress from respecting an establishment of religion — if one religion is the de facto public standard, matters of private conscience become officially subordinated, and can thereby suffer. There are so many different types of belief, and non-belief, that trying to recognize them all equally becomes as ridiculous as it is impossible. Much better to leave religion out of the public sphere altogether, and let people worship, or not, on their own.

    So what’s my objection? It’s not irreverence, or I wouldn’t be such a big fan of Life of Brian. And it’s not like I hold the Bible entirely sacrosanct. Hell, Mormons believe it’s currently missing a bunch of crucial stuff that was once there, and that it’s further burdened by inaccurate translation.

    Maybe it’s just the fact that I’ve spent such a large chunk of my own life studying the Bible seriously — and not just from a Mormon perspective. This is a set of books, from a series of cultures alien to our own, that’s been repeatedly transcribed, translated, and retranslated over thousands of years. Trying to give it a such a straight, superficial reading without ancillary reference and pretending to understand it is almost like having a whispered message garbled by a game of telephone into purple monkey dishwasher-esque gibberish.

    Now, I know, that’s not what Justin says he’s doing. He wants to take on some set or another of fundamentalist Christians by demonstrating that a surface reading of the Bible, taken literally, is absurd. I just don’t see what’s supposed to be enlightening about that. Almost anybody could dismantle this sort of literalism in less than five minutes to the satisfaction of anyone not prone to arguing that “the Bible is true because the Bible says it’s true.” So, fine, demonstrate that. Take 10 minutes, even. But move on. That horse is done beat to death already.

    What would be much more interesting is taking on all the layers of apologetic interpretation that more intellectually sophisticated Biblical scholars engage in. Ground yourself in the culture, idiom, and myth of the people that spawned the books, and engage the actual arguments of those who profess to believe today. While I may still disagree in the end, that’s at least a form of criticism I’d be happy to imbibe.

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    All the Quaintance
    January 1, 2007 — 12:24 am

    New Year’s Eve has become a pretty anticlimactic holiday for me. Exciting when I was very young, and my parents would wake me up to go bang pots and pans on the front porch at midnight, fun in my teens and 20s, hanging out with other friends. Today I hung out with my family, watched a movie with my brother, and now they’re all in bed. I went grocery shopping at 11:00, and stopped by work to see whether I could relieve anyone on the copy desk from duty for the last hour or so of the shift, so at least they could celebrate elsewhere if so inclined. But they’d finished early, so I came home. Now, with my brother camping out in the living room, I’m in for another night of hanging out in my dad’s study, watching shows on his computer that I’ve transferred from the TiVo or listening to music, while I work on my laptop. It’s 11:54 at the moment, and it’s just another night.

    I don’t remember exactly the last time I made New Year’s resolutions — I’d say younger than eight years old, probably. My parents talked me into putting things on those lists like “Clean my room more often,” but the only resolution I remember coming up with on my own was, “Try more advanced experiments with my chemistry set.” But I think a good resolution this year would be to post to this blog more often.

    I’m constantly composing essays in my head, thinking of the precise ways I might phrase whatever idea is knocking around my noggin at that particular time. I think like an editor, culling my thoughts and arranging them as though I’m readying them for presentation to someone else. But I rarely write this stuff down. After I’ve written something mentally in a way that seems lucid or persuasive to me, I feel satisfied. Whatever urge I have to present it to others dissipates once it’s finished to my satisfaction. I can understand why someone like J.D. Salinger might write novel after novel and just not bother to publish them — they’re finished to his satisfaction, so what’s the point of showing them to anybody else?

    But as much as the urge dissipates for me, it’s never entirely gone. I have two or three dozen ideas for blog entries (or articles, or even books, were I driven enough to put in the time), and they just sit there, filed away in my mind. Occasionally, some of them slip behind the filing cabinet or I lose a key to a drawer and they’re more or less gone for good. It’s that permanent loss that bugs me more than anything. As satisfying as it is for me to engage in mental scribbling, slashing through words and reordering phrases to my heart’s content — it’s even better to look back on something I’ve written, that I’d forgotten about and find I still like. How much have I “written” that’s now irretrievable because I never bothered to transcribe it?

    So, that’s my resolution. I may not keep it — odds are, I probably won’t — but the fact that I’ve written it down may spur me into some semblance of half-hearted action, right? Anyway . . .

    I don’t think I’ve never actually sung “Auld Lang Syne,” or even hung out with a group of people who were singing it, but I always think of it on New Year’s Eve. It’s a Scottish song, both words and music, and my genetic heritage is largely Scottish. The first time I heard it was in an “Our Gang” short — Alfalfa singing it with a group of people. Or Spanky, perhaps. Or both. But for years, when I heard, “Should old (auld) acquaintance be forgot,” I always thought the words were “Should all the quaintance be forgot.” So rather than a tribute to long departed friends, I thought it was a tribute to things that are quaint. Things having to do with old-fashined, small-town life, perhaps. It was slightly disappointing to learn the real words later.

    This neighborhood seems about as quiet on New Year’s as my family is now, quietly snoring away. I heard a muffled firecracker or something in the distance at 12:03, by my clock, but that’s it. Happy new year.

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    One-Man Band
    December 2, 2006 — 3:38 pm

    After a great trip to Portland (more on that later), I ended up leaving town early to beat the freezing rain that was supposed to hit the Columbia Gorge on Wednesday night. So I didn’t end up in an icy, fiery crash, but unfortunately I also missed out on seeing Sam and Frank, who I was going to meet up with at the Goodfoot that night. I’ve known them both for years and years. Sam lived across the street from me for a long time, and both of them played with Travers in Elixir — an instrumental rock band in Portland that was just astonishingly good. But good things don’t last forever; Travers ended up moving to Chicago and the band dissolved.

    Frank has been making a name for himself around town lately, though, with a one-man show. He plays drums with one hand, keyboards with the other, and sings, too. A couple months ago, a Portland photographer caught one of his shows and wrote a glowing piece, which I quote here:

    So about a month ago, I was out with friends at the Ash Street, having a few beers, talking about music and who’s banging Lindsey Lohan. When, out of nowwhere, this band started killing it in the other room. It sounded great, so I got up to go check them out. When I got to a place I could see, I was floored. There was only this one guy on the stage playing drums with both feet and and his right arm, while his left arm was playing two keyboards. Oh yeah, and he was singing. When I looked over at my friend’s Eli and Joe, they were a mixture of joy, amazement and jealousy. (Joe was pounding his head on the table in between cigarettes) The guy playing was Frank Dufay. An Oregon native and an obvious Brian Eno fan.

    That’s about half of what he wrote, so don’t forget to stop by the page, to read the rest and see all the great photos he took.

    You should also head over to Frank’s audio & video page to download samples, and send for his quite affordable DVD & EP. I hear he has T-shirts available as well . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    The Unbelievable Truth
    November 18, 2006 — 5:30 am

    Those of you interested in Adrienne Shelly’s death will have read a couple of weeks ago that, rather than hanging herself, she was apparently murdered. I saw all the updates coming over the wire at work as they were revealed, and managed to get a couple of them printed as briefs in the paper. I wonder if any of our readers had ever heard of her before . . .

    I note that the initial blow to her head didn’t kill her — but the staged hanging did:

    [Diego] Pillco was arrested Monday and charged with second-degree murder.

    He was working for Hernandez on Nov. 1, renovating a West Village apartment, when Shelly, who also wrote and directed and had an office in the building, complained about the noise.

    She threatened to call the cops, and Pillco, fearing his illegal status would be discovered, followed her to her upstairs apartment and knocked her to the ground, police said.

    Thinking the blow had killed her, Pillco hanged Shelly by a bedsheet from the shower rod to conceal the murder as a suicide, police said.

    Last week, a medical examiner discovered that the hanging, rather than the blow, killed Shelly, who was married and had a 3-year-old daughter.

    After I saw Shelly in Trust for the first time in 1991, I believe I took my friend Jacob to see it later the same night. I wanted to see it again right away, and was already evangelizing for Hal Hartley converts. At any rate, Jacob commented on her passing at his own blog last week:

    Thank God the police saw the bootprint on the toilet seat, followed through and got their man.

    It still won’t bring her back, but at least her family will not have to wonder about her ‘suicide’ for the rest of their lives.

    Here’s a tribute from an indieWIRE blogger. Another from Newsweek. An excerpt:

    I went back while I was writing this and watched some of “Trust” again. In an interview, Hartley once explained that he made the movie on the spur of the moment because he wanted to work with Shelly again immediately after making “The Unbelievable Truth,” so he had very little money and very little time. The movie was shot in 11 days. The reason he could do that, he said, was because so much of the direction was implied in the dialogue. The dialogue pretty much told the actors what to do. That’s true. It’s a talky movie, like all Hartley movies. But what’s interesting about Shelly’s performance are the moments where she’s not talking, where she’s just listening to another character, or thinking by herself. Emotion travels over her face like clouds blown across a windy sky. The whole movie seems like it takes place on her face. The miracle is that while you’re watching this happen, you never once stop to think, what an actress. It’s just a girl in trouble on Long Island. When she was acting, Adrienne Shelly could make you forget all about Adrienne Shelly.

    Here’s a roundup of tributes from GreenCine.

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    Respect and Admiration
    November 3, 2006 — 1:23 am

    For the past 15 years, since the day I first saw Trust, any time somebody has asked me who my favorite actor & actress are, I’ve said Martin Donovan and Adrienne Shelly. Apparently, Adrienne has been found dead.

    Actress Adrienne Shelly Found Dead In NYC Office

    NEW YORK, NY (November 2, 2006) — Adrienne Shelly, the petite actress best known for her roles in the Hal Hartley films “Trust” and “The Unbelievable Truth,” has been found dead in her office by her husband, her agent said Thursday.

    Shelly, whose birth name was Adrienne Levine, was found Wednesday at about 6 p.m. An autopsy was performed Thursday, but the medical examiner’s office did not have a cause of death.

    Shelly, who was 40, appeared as Jerry in the 2005 film “Factotum” with Matt Dillon. She starred as Audry Hugo in the 1989 film “The Unbelievable Truth” and as Maria Coughlin in the 1990 film “Trust.” She worked steadily during her career in film, theater and television but later turned to writing and directing, making her directorial debut with “Sudden Manhattan” in 1996.

    Shelly, who was 5-foot-2, was married to Andy Ostroy and had a 3-year-old named Sophie, Sheedy said. Ostroy is not in the movie business.

    Born in Queens and raised on Long Island, Shelly lived in Tribeca with her family and had been focusing more on writing and directing lately and caring for her daughter, Sheedy said, adding that the death caught Shelly’s friends and family off guard. Shelly recently wrote and directed a film called “Waitress,” which starred Keri Russell and Nathan Fillion.

    “She was so psyched about the film,” Sheedy said, referring to “Waitress.” “She gathered an amazing cast, and she was really happy and excited to hear back from Sundance about it.”

    Sheedy said there was no memorial service scheduled yet, and she was still informing acquaintances about Shelly’s death. She described Shelly as a warm and giving friend.

    “She was incredibly creative and a tremendously prolific writer, and I don’t know, she was the girl you’d go to if you were sad,” Sheedy said. “She was an incredibly beautiful woman.”

    This is the kind of occasion for which I save profanity.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Putting the Brakes On
    November 1, 2006 — 12:20 am

    One of my favorite childhood TV shows was Benson, a spinoff of Soap, about a butler named Benson DuBois who becomes the governor’s household manager, then the state budget director, then the liuetenant governor, and ends the series after eight years by running for governor himself — against his friend and employer, as it turns out. Insult comics like Don Rickles and Henny Youngman has always seemed to me to practice an inferior form of humor, even when they actually make me laugh. But Benson ratcheted up the insults to an easily delightful art. Since it started running on TV Land in recent months, I’ve set the TiVo to pick up episodes, which I often play in the background while I’m up all night working on freelance projects.

    Being set against a political backdrop, the show often revolved around political matters — with a decidedly leftist/populist take on how good government programs help people. They rarely went into specifics on just what these programs were, but the slant was obvious all the same. A few weeks ago, though, the show surprised me with a moment of political clarity, which I transcribed and now post here.

    This particular episode revolved around a surprise state budget surplus. The feds promised to match that money the following year if they splurged and spent the entire surplus on something from a list of various approved programs. Insane ideas like building a four-block-long monorail were seriously suggested by some of the governor’s staff. Even though it would have been entirely useless, it was one of the few ideas they’d come up with that fit the feds’ list of acceptability. In the end, the governor left the decision to Benson, and asked him to announce what they were spending the money on at a press conference that had been called to announce the spending decision, and to celebrate the extra cash they’d be able to grab the following year as a result. Here’s what Benson said:

    Now . . . as most of you must know by now, I suppose, we have $8 million left over in the budget this year. Now, the federal government wants us to spend that money on things we don’t really need, so they can give us another $8 million next year. Now, if you ask me, that’s pretty damn silly. But, more importantly, it’s wasteful. And you know who pays for that waste — not the federal government, not the state goverment, but we, the taxpayers, pay for that. Now, the point is, it’s our money. Government’s got to learn to stop spending money just for the sake of spending money. Somebody’s got to start putting the brakes on. And this is as good a place as any to start. So we’re gonna do something that’s a little . . . off the beaten track. A little revolutionary. We’re gonna put the money in the bank. The federal government can keep its $8 million. And maybe you’ll be able to keep a little money in your pocket too, huh? Where I’m sure we could all use it. That’s my decision.

    Populist good-government idealism or no, it’s a shame more politicians don’t have this kind of integrity.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    All Adult Swim, All the Time
    September 24, 2006 — 7:19 am

    After that last entry about my cousin’s upcoming cartoon, I swung by Google to see if I could find any more info. Turns out an Adult Swim blog posted a show description last November, a year after I first heard about it, and months before the first teaser was posted online. It had yet another title back then, which probably happens all the time in TV development. I’ll quote the entire entry here, since some of the things I’ve linked to at Adult Swim’s site in the past have disappeared into the e-cyber-web ether . . .

    November 29, 2005
    God Bless, Mississippi.

    Everyone is sick at Williams Street. Chip has a fever of 102 and is staying at home. Torrent was sick last week. I am lucky to be over at a local post house, where I can’t catch their germs and can focus in on putting some Behind The Scenes stuff together on Robot Chicken and Dethklok today.

    But speaking of Behind the Scenes stuff, there is another new pilot headed your way from Adult Swim that sounds really funny and I am pretty excited about it.

    It’s called “God Bless, Mississippi” and it was created by Williams Street staffers Nick Weidenfeld, Jacob Escobedo and a mysterious third figure. Over the last year or so, I have kind of seen this thing take shape from afar, but I thought I would ask Nick about it directly today.

    Basically, the show is about a huge culture clash in modern Mississippi between the Old Gentile South and the New South. There is a family in God Bless, Miss. that is kind of trapped in the past. Nick described them as being like a racist Addam’s Family. This family has a false sense of entitlement because they used to be very rich and actually founded the city of God Bless.

    They believe they live in the antebellum South, but it’s actually 2005 and they are smack in the center of the New South.

    Adam Reed, from Sealab, voices two of the characters from the family: Beauxregard Beauregard Sr and his son, Beauxregard Beauregard XI (or Bobo for short).

    Rap artist David Banner plays Virgil, the grandson of one of the Beauregard’s former slaves. He is Bobo’s foil in the show.

    Niecy Nash, from Reno 911, also voices a character.

    Nick says that “God Bless, Mississippi” was inspired by Faulkner’s tales from Yoknapatawpha (specifically “The Sound and the Fury”) and also David Banner’s first album, “Mississippi: the album.” Nick is recording the pilot right now and Jacob is drawing up some final character designs.

    Jacob is the designer on a ton of Adult Swim stuff, but really, nothing he has done for Adult Swim can really prepare you for his personal style. His stuff has a really great look and it is pretty unique. I have been to two of Jake’s shows now and everyone walks around with their jaws just hanging open at the stuff he creates.

    I am excited for this pilot, if for nothing else than to see Jacob’s drawings move.

    Right now, “God Bless, Mississippi” is only a pilot, but if it goes well, it could get picked up for series. Hopefully, you will see the pilot on Adult Swim sometime in 2006.

    Thanks for the update, Nick.

    –Merrill

    There was another brief mention by another blog contributor over there in March:

    We also saw peeks of two shows that have been cleared for pilots: Korgoth of Barbaria and That Crook’d ‘Sip. There will be no complaining about the animation on Korgoth, that’s for sure. It’s on the full tip. I feel too biased to talk subjectively about That Crook’d ‘Sip, because I love the people involved so much. But suffice it to say that the world needs a show art directed by Jacob Escobedo. It looks terrific, so far. AND it’s got David Banner.

    Just for the heck of it, I’ll also quote another entry I just now found. Apparently Jake looks like a rock star named Pete:

    October 7, 2005
    My Lunch With Pete the Rock Star
    My boss offered to pay for me to take Nick Weidenfeld and Jacob Escobedo out to lunch to discuss some Internet-y things, which is awesome because I practically go to lunch with them every day. So because I had the little green corporate card, I wanted to go somplace nicer than usual. That place turned out to be One Midtown Kitchen, which is convenient to work and snazzier than the kind of thing we normally do (Jimmy John’s, Tacqueria Del Sol, Highlander).

    Nick ate a pork chop. Jake ate shrimp and grits. I ate a burger. But near the end of our lunch, this guy approached our table with his hand extended to Jake. I first assumed it was somebody that Jake had worked with before and sort of watched the exchange in a daze. But here is roughly what the guy said: “Hi, Pete. My name is ____ and I’m a big fan of your music. I’m the owner of this building and wanted to stop by and make sure you were being taken care of. Everything OK so far?”

    “Uh, everything’s great,” Jake stammered. Nick chimed in with “Fantastic.” The guy also shook my hand and asked if all was okay. “Yup!” I said.

    And then he left. We wondered if the entire meal would be complimentary, since Jake was Pete, whose music had touched this guy’s life. But we couldn’t figure out who Pete is. Peter Yorn, maybe? But that’s so three years ago. Anyone know a musician named Pete that Jake looks like? This could be a whole new revenue stream for us.

    By the way, the restaurant didn’t give us a complimentary anything. I guess the building owner is more “with it” than the restaurant staff, who has no idea who Jake isn’t.

    –SwimBuddha

    And last, but not least, a piece of art Jake auctioned for charity fetched $560. Cool.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    That Crook’d Sip
    September 23, 2006 — 3:40 pm

    My cousin Jake, art director over at Adult Swim, has a pilot airing this fall — That Crook’d Sip. That clip has been on YouTube for months, but I never got around to posting it here. The show was created by Jake and Nick Weidenfeld, Nick handling the writing and Jake doing all the character design and artwork. You may remember that Nick is the guy who costarred with Jake and his daughter in that creepy Shining tribute that played on the network for a while as a promo.

    I first heard about this new show a couple years ago at Thanksgiving, back when they were calling it “Frenchman’s Bend” (still the name of the plantation the family lives on). I haven’t talked to Jake in several months, so I’m not sure whether it’ll go past the pilot stage yet — but at least the pilot will air. I can’t wait.

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    Liberate Us From Boredom
    September 2, 2006 — 5:54 am

    I’ve lived here in Idaho for almost a year now, and in all the time I’ve been here I haven’t been to a single concert. Actually, I’ve been to a few in the past year, but they were all out of town — a few in Portland, dozens during an April weekend in New Orleans. This is pretty unusual for me, because I used to see live music all the time, a few times hitting up shows every night for an entire week or more. But when I first arrived here in the Boise area I didn’t really know the local scene, and I was hanging out with my family during the evenings most nights, so live music slipped off my radar. I figured I’d start seeing shows again soon enough, but wasn’t in a big hurry. But once I started working evenings in January, concerts became a casualty of practicality, for the most part.

    I’ve missed the live music, but have rationalized that most of the musicians I would have gone to see in Portland or DC don’t often make it to Boise anyway. So it’s a loss, but not a great loss considering my location. Then, a few days ago, I noticed that Camper Van Beethoven played here on the 23rd. They came, played, and left without me being any the wiser. It’s no secret that they were a fountainhead band in the development of my musical taste, or that seeing them live was a momentous experience. They’re still making great music today. So this is the first time since I moved to Idaho that I’ve really regretted not knowing the local scene well enough to hear about this show in advance and see it.

    Truthfully, I might not have managed to make it anyway — I was scheduled to work that night, and there was nobody to work my shift. One copy editor was on vacation; another had been fired the day before; the other two had already covered for my shifts during my four-day hospital stay. So if I took the night off, somebody would have had to work a 12-hour shift or so. Still, though, it’s the kind of show I’d be inclined to move heaven and hell to see. Or, at least, stick somebody with the chance to earn time-and-a-half for a few hours . . .

    But as I spent a few seconds searching online for reports of the Boise show, I came across a comment on the band’s MySpace page:

    I wanted to say I’m sorry for the dumb asses at the big easy (in Boise, Idaho). That place has always been hated by fellow boise musicians. But, it’s the biggest mid-sized venue to play at. So, how do you boy cot a place that has some good shows. But, I’m glad you guys spoke up about it. It’s been a long time coming that a band would do that. Hope they paid you guys well. Camper Van was awesome, and I never listened to much Cracker, but Cracker was really bad ass too! Good show, and props for speaking your mind. Hope they “heard” you.

    The Big Easy franchise appears to have alienated music lovers in Spokane, as well. It’s not enough to make me glad I missed the show, but I can sympathize. I’ve never been to the Big Easy, but I know from experience that crappy venues can serve as an arrow through the heart of good music, killing it before it really has a chance to soar.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Free at Last
    August 21, 2006 — 2:16 am

    The antibiotics worked like a charm. The cellulitis mass, once the source of unbelievable stabbing pain at even the slightest touch, is virtually gone and pain-free. Kudos to the fine folks at Mercy for making it happen. No matter how good the care was, though, staying in a hospital may be the most surreal alternate reality I’ve ever encountered. They let me out earlier today, which was great timing on the doctor’s part — I was ready to walk with or without permission . . .

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    Mercy Mercy Me
    August 18, 2006 — 2:20 am

    So last Friday I noticed a pain in the little ol’ mound that collects above the pubic area disproportionately on fatasses. I didn’t think much of it at first, but it quickly grew into a lump, and by Sunday it was the size of a couple of golf balls. I assumed something that expanded that quickly must be a blister rapidly filling with blood, or something — and, indeed, as it got close to the skin it looked pretty red. It would start to dissipate on its own any time now, I was sure. But it kept getting bigger every day, until Tuesday night I was ready to drive to the emergency room. It was twice as big as it had been on Sunday, and at least twice as painful.

    But I decided to wait until the next day — it probably wasn’t life-threatening, and I’ve heard insurance companies can be very skeptical about the necessity of emergency-room visits. So I went to see a regular doctor. From my description of the symptoms, he said he assumed it was a hernia. But once I showed him, he immediately diagnosed it as cellulitis. It’s no fun, but I was at least relieved I didn’t have a cancerous front-butt tumor or something.

    Anyhoo, I’m now here on the second night of the first hospital stay of my life, hooked up to an IV and watching a censored-for-TV version of GoodFellas on TBS. TiVo has almost made me forget what it’s like to sit through commercials. The good people at Mercy are taking great care of me, but wow, I’m ready to get out of here . . .

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    Get Back to Fun City
    August 5, 2006 — 6:07 am

    The town I currently live in is an odd mix — a suburb of a suburb in many ways, it’s also the second-largest city in the state. At the same time, there are huge swathes of agriculture not even a hop or a skip from residential neighborhoods. In fact, the land our house is built on was almost certainly the site of a seed burial ground no more than five or six years ago. Family farms are disappearing, subdivisions are cropping up in their stead.

    So things are growing rapidly around here, but still it’s a pretty small town — at least coming from years of living in Portland and DC. This is why it was a shock last month to see the Rolling Stones’ list of upcoming tour dates:

    Boston, Sept. 20
    Halifax, Nova Scotia, Sept. 23
    East Rutherford, N.J., Sept. 27
    Wichita, Kan., Oct. 2
    Missoula, Mont., Oct. 6
    Regina, Saskatchewan, Oct. 8
    Chicago, Oct. 11
    Seattle, Oct. 17
    El Paso, Texas, Oct. 20
    Austin, Texas, Oct. 22
    Atlantic City, N.J., Oct. 27
    Vancouver, British Columbia, Nov. 3
    Oakland, Calif., Nov. 5
    Phoenix, Nov. 8
    Las Vegas, Nov. 11
    Nampa, Nov. 14
    Los Angeles, Nov. 18

    See that? Sandwiched between Vegas and LA? One of the guys at work has summed up the local reaction pretty well . . .

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    Teenage Poetry Snobs
    July 26, 2006 — 5:59 am

    I met Justin 18 and a half years ago — way back in January, 1988. This particular post is actually supposed to be about someone else, but to do the thing justice I need to trudge through a lot of backstory, and Justin figures heavily. And really, I’m writing half of this entry just because I’d like to get it written, for my own benefit, before I forget it all. We’ll get to the other guy later. Much later. Feel free to, you know, not read any of this at all.

    So, back in early ’88 I was a high school sophomore at Grant, the same school they used to film Mr. Holland’s Opus a few years later. I wanted to be a writer, in large part thanks to an extracurricular class I had taken the previous semester. I mentioned this class in passing here about three years ago:

    In high school I became a teenage poetry snob while taking a couple of TAG writing classes, one that took place on Monday nights throughout the fall semester of my sophomore year, another (Writer to Writer) that lasted for a full week the following summer at Lewis and Clark College. Matthew Hattie Hein was in both classes, and his writing became a primary inspiration for my own.

    All throughout my first year and a half at Grant, I had heard (during first-period announcements) about a school club called the Literary Lunch Bunch, which met once a week. Speaking as a nerd, this always sounded faintly intriguing, but it was held during the wrong lunch period during my freshman year. Our school had two lunches — I had one, the Lunch Bunch had the other. But this was sophomore year, and the lunch periods synched up. My social anxiety managed to keep me away from the club throughout the first semester, but in January ’88, fresh out of that first TAG writing class, I decided to take the plunge.

    I don’t remember much about that first Literary Lunch Bunch meeting, but I remember Justin was there. I think people read stories and poems out loud to each other. I think Justin read his “Sharks in the Bathtub” micro-story, which I could pull out of a box and transcribe for you all right now if I felt like being slightly more nostalgic and/or cruel. I may have read something, too — undoubtedly crappy.

    I stuck with the group for the rest of the semester, and helped produce the end-of-year literary magazine, Writers’ Bloc. This was the second year for the literary magazine, but the first year with that name (it had been called “Plato Shrimp” the year before). It’s still called Writers’ Bloc to this day. I taught myself Pagemaker (and the wonders of a GUI point-and-click graphical interface) while helping to create the literary magazine, and the magazine (and Lunch Bunch) adviser, Ms. Demien, was kind enough to list Justin and me as editors when the thing was finally published.

    I hadn’t really made friends with Justin yet, although he invited me over to his house once. While I was there, I think he made me a variant of cinnamon toast that used a tortilla instead of bread — butter, cinnamon, sugar, tortilla, microwave. I remember it being tasty, but I’ve never had another one. He offered me a banana, too. I turned it down. It’s become something of a running joke over the years — Justin loves bananas, and while I like them I’m rarely in the mood for one. If we’re buying smoothies, say, Justin will always order something like banana-berry, whereas I think the admittedly fine taste of the banana dilutes the far superior taste of the berries. But that’s just me.

    Anyway, after the literary magazine was published, we didn’t see each other again until our junior year started in September. I remember walking into Mr. Cromley’s global studies class (looks like Cromley is mentioned in this bizarre story about some late-’90s Grant students), looking around to decide where to sit, and spotting Justin in the back row. “Oh, look, it’s that guy,” I thought. “I’ll sit by him.” We were soon bonding over love of The Beatles. (I remember some standup comedian’s riff about how easily little kids make friends: “Your favorite color is red? Mine too! Let’s be best friends!” In retrospect, it was almost like that.) Imagine: John Lennon was released early the next month, and we pooled our meager resources to pay for two tickets and bus fare to the now-defunct Eastgate, the closest theater showing the movie. I think it was that trip that cemented the friendship. We became inseparable.

    Our poetry snob pose was now in full sway. I recall taking a vague sort of offense to the idea that poetry required form, structure, or even real meaning — that such strictures could only serve to inhibit real artistic expression. I was only interested in beat-style free verse (Ferlinghetti circa A Coney Island of the Mind was my idol) and full-on dada insanity. We made fun of sing-songy rhyming poems our classmates churned out and congratulated ourselves on our own incomprehensible strings of compelling imagery.

    Anyway, the night before my birthday in November ’88, I had Justin and a few other friends over to my house to spend the night. Sleepovers were the thing to do back then — staying up all night playing Risk and Solarquest, teaching ourselves Beatles songs out of Travers‘ big book of Beatles songs arranged for guitar, watching old episodes of Amazing Stories we’d taped off TV, and writing poems. Or lyrics. Or both. Justin and I wrote our first collaborative poem that night. We decided to pick a random object to get things started (the “Nicole Allen” pseudo-designer pink tie Justin was wearing, as it turned out — hey, it was the ’80s), then each wrote alternating lines, free-association-style, until we decided the thing was finished. I’ll spare posting the cringeworthy result here, but you can read it elsewhere online if you’re so inclined. We were both drug-free, mind. This was all self-conscious stylistic conceit. We almost titled it “Nicole Allen,” after the tie’s brand name, then decided to alter it slightly, somehow coming up with “Nikou Allen” instead.

    The very next day, we decided to head downtown to Saturday Market. I picked up my first Journeyman hat, a maroon tam o’shanter I wore incessantly for the next couple of years, until somebody ripped it off my head in the mosh pit at a Primus show. After checking out all the arts & crafts & music, I decided to show Justin my favorite downtown indy music store, the now-defunct Rockport Records. Heading west away from the market, we saw a few people standing around a storefront, and heard a digital voice coming from the wall. As we got closer, we saw it was some sort of coin-operated fortune-teller, surrounded by bright, gaudy, crudely-collaged kitsch. Like Christmas tinsel and action figures and glitter and Barbie dolls and Elvis figurines, etc., etc., etc. The other people were leaving as we arrived, and it seemed like a laugh, so we dropped in a quarter to have our fortunes read.

    Immediately, the computerized voice and screen started repeating: “TRUST IN JUSTIN. TRUST IN JUSTIN. TRUST IN JUSTIN.” I was stunned. Had somebody inside the building been eavesdropping as we walked up? Overheard us calling each other by name, perhaps? Then the machine introduced itself as “JUSTIN D. NIKOU-TIME” — at least, that’s what I saw onscreen for the moment. Justin’s first name, my middle initial (which I had only recently become obsessive about including as part of the byline for everything I wrote), and the first name of a poem we had written the night before. Now I was reeling. I knew we hadn’t mentioned the poem outside that building. It ran through its little multiple-choice fortune program, shunted some little tchotchke out of a tiny hole, and we went on our way. Now, I’ve always been essentially a skeptic. I was baffled, but was sure there had to be a trick. It seemed all the weirder that the computer had guessed something it couldn’t have possibly known, then revealed it so casually, just incorporating it into the name of the fortune-teller. It wasn’t until later that I realized it had called itself “JUSTIN D. NIKOV-TIME” — “Just in the nick of time” — and that it used this name every time, with every person who inserted a quarter. It was all a coincidence. So the next time something happens to you that seems so improbable that you begin to consider supernatural explanations, consider that it’s probably just a random coincidence. Or somebody deliberately toying with you (shows like Punk’d exist for a reason, after all). In any case, the site of that coin-op fortune-teller, The 24-Hour Church of Elvis, became a regular downtown stop. I used to take visitors to Portland there all the time for a free tour, and to buy T-shirts as gifts. That location was closed down, then relocated farther west, then closed down again. Even the old web site disappeared for a few years into shady-search-engine hell before its glorious online second coming.

    On with the school year. I was also taking journalism and I was on the yearbook staff, so along with literary magazine production, I was pretty much in the journalism computer lab every free moment of the day. And I began skipping other classes to hang out there, too. We quickly turned the Writers’ Bloc lunchtime meetings (we ditched the “Lunch Bunch” name — maybe in a subconscious effort to purge rhyming) into essentially our own private club. A few other people came and went, but we were always there — and we were more or less running the show this time. I think it was early 1989 before Dylan Leeman dropped by. (Remember the “other guy” I mentioned earlier? Yeah.)

    Justin and I were holding a Writers’ Bloc meeting by ourselves one day when a guy walked in with an odd sort of mullet and a kinda high-pitched, almost lispy voice, offering to read us some of his poetry. We said sure, but we didn’t take to Dylan right away. The first poems he read, as I recall, were all concrete meditations on beauty — cherry blossoms, the Japanese Garden (I still remember the phrase “clever bamboo contraptions” for some reason), stuff like that. At the time, even when I was writing about something in particular, it was all abstract and oblique imagery — hinting at the topic and its implications, never coming right out and writing about it. Dylan’s stuff didn’t fit in with my current stylistic hobby horse, and while I at first regarded his writing with as much skepticism as I held for his personal sense of no-flannel-or-funny-hat style, I admired it all the same. He was doing stuff I didn’t want to do, but it was coming out so well — the very model of the particular aesthetic choices he had made.

    Reading back over that last paragraph, it seems almost indecent. Because although I can distinctly remember that Dylan seemed off-putting at first to me, it was short-lived. He quickly became a fixture at our meetings and a favorite “contemporary” student poet. This is probably my favorite of his poems, a simple poetic observation of the type he writes so well, about a military training experience in the early ’90s. By the end of that year, a few short months after we first met, I considered him a close friend. We built a pretty tight group of friends for Writers’ Bloc the following year, and Dylan also joined yearbook staff; I was the editor, Dylan one of the section editors. Dylan took over the yearbook as editor the year after I graduated. In fact, as I wrote one particular poem during my freshman year at BYU, which at the time I considered my crowning achievement, I composed it with Dylan’s voice in mind. I imagine him reciting it whenever I read it, to this day. In a way, it was my own stab at a Leemanesque poem.

    After I got to know him, Dylan always struck me as one of the most honest and genuinely personable people I’ve ever known — the kinda guy who uses the phrase “he’s good people,” and means it. And he’s forthcoming in pointing out the good qualities he sees in others. Shall I share a couple of examples? I do believe I shall. Once in the summer of 1991, I was driving a bunch of my friends around town in my parents’ urban assault vehicle — cramming about a dozen people into one minivan, as we were wont to do. Justin was there, as was Travers, and Cleaver the Angry Chef. I think Jacob and Alek were probably back there too. Dylan had snagged shotgun, and as we drove he kept complimenting me on my driving. I’ve always considered myself a pretty good driver, with a particularly good sense of traffic patterns and how to navigate quickly through them, but this was the first time anybody had noticed it — or, at least, told me. He went on about it intermittently through the evening until after we picked up Robbie at his place just off Stark out toward the Gateway area, and I turned exactly the wrong way onto a busy one-way street. Although I quickly pulled off the road, this would have been the perfect time to start calling me a crappy driver — which is, in fact, what several passengers started to do. Dylan was quick to my defense, pointing out I was driving a van full of loud, insane, constant distractions through an unfamiliar neighborhood — and that one wrong turn under those circumstances didn’t invalidate anything he had already noticed and said about the specific qualities of my consummately wondrous driving technique. Good lookin’ out, yo.

    Another time, toward the end of that same summer, a bunch of us had gathered at Laurelhurst Park for a party. Justin and I had kifed a huge bag of strawberry Jell-O brand gelatin powder from work, and made a slightly runny brew out of it in a giant metal bowl. Justin was leaving to join the the army soon, and I’d be gone a few months after that to begin two years of fun and sun in a land of unbearable humidity and giant cockroaches. Justin had just given me his pink Nicole Allen tie — yes, that tie (pink as it may be), as a memento. By that time it loomed fairly large in our interpersonal poetic mythology, or something, and I was surprised he gave it to me. I wore it to the party. I don’t remember exactly why I leaned over the bowl of Jell-O, but I soon found my face buried in it, thanks to a friendly neighborhood shove from my pal Dylan. Great prank, right? Sure, on any other day. But that tie — a memento of a shared creative history with my best friend — was now covered in strawberry Jell-O. And that shit doesn’t come out. I was livid. I quietly walked off to a nearby area of the park, where there was a bathroom and a drinking fountain, to clean off as much as I could — all the while stewing with bloody revenge. Well, not bloody, but I had decided Dylan’s face would be going into that Jell-O bowl, hard, at the very least. I was a man on a mission.

    I walked back to the party, playing it cool until I walked up to Dylan, grabbed him by his ample nape hair and looked around for the bowl — which was nowhere to be seen. I started shouting: “Where’s the Jell-O?” Nobody talked. I led Dylan around the picnic table area, never loosening my grip, searching for the bowl, feeling ugly inside and certainly looking it. I don’t know exactly how long this lasted — only seconds, maybe — but I finally came to my senses and let go. Dylan wasn’t phased. I had more than upped the level of aggression, but he was apologizing to me. I relented. He complimented me on my choice of where to grab him — I had temporarily disabled him, and he was impressed. We were buddy-buddy again in no time. I’m not sure it’s possible for a grudge to last with a friend like Dylan.

    Dylan is also one of the two friends, along with Justin, who I convinced to read Atlas Shrugged, after the book mowed down my vaguely formed teenage pinko political views. I wasn’t sure I entirely agreed with what I was reading, but I was suddenly questioning everything I thought I knew. I had to know what two of my closest leftist comrades-in-arms thought. Justin ended up converting with me to full-fledged libertarian radicalism. I know Dylan flirted with libertarianism for a while, but I don’t know how much of that stuck — it’s been a few years since we really talked politics — but I know he was digging Harry Browne back in 1996, at least. At any rate, it’s a testament to his character in my eyes. Far too many people will simply ignore arguments that don’t conform to their already-formed worldview, even without actually understanding them. It’s especially easy to do that with a widely maligned figure like Ayn Rand, but I’ve always known Dylan to be ready to learn and change based on new knowledge. Yeah, so this has become far too sappy. I’ll start to wrap it up.

    I’m a pretty nostalgic person. For instance, like my pal Michael Malice, I’ve long had a policy of buying books that I remember reading during my childhood. I’ve spent years intermittently searching for some of these titles — not necessarily because they were hard to find, but because I couldn’t remember what they were called, only recalling a few characters and plot points. Not necessarily the easiest Googling material. But eventually I re-discovered stuff like McBroom’s Wonderful One-Acre Farm and The Witch Family. As much as I tend to relive my childhood through reacquired artifacts, however, I’m just as nostalgic about the last couple years of high school — thanks in no small part to Writers’ Bloc. It’s a time of my life I’d happily revisit if I ever realize my childhood dream of building a time machine out of discarded calculators, miscellaneous lengths of wire, and dead batteries.

    Dylan, however, has taken Grant High School nostalgia to a far deeper level. He loved it there so much, he somehow managed to insinuate himself onto the teaching staff — first as a student teacher, then the “technology coordinator,” and, most recently, English & journalism teacher and sorta-assistant Writers Bloc adviser. He now runs the very rooms in which I spent most of my waking hours during my junior & senior years. It’s a crazily improbable story that includes being laid off and rehired, then told he wouldn’t be coming back for another year, then being kept on after all. I’d be liable to call it destiny if I believed in such things. He even ended up marrying the adorable band girl we all had a crush on at one time or another (hi, Julie!), and sired a couple of unbelievably cute rugrats with her. No doubt the term “adorable band girl” will rankle her, but hey — if the shoe fits . . .

    But the thing that inspired this blog entry in the first place is a recent story he posted about his first classroom as a high school teacher. It’s at once a hopeful and melancholy tale, well worth reading and deserving of a wider audience. I thought I should tell you a little about Dylan before sending you over to that entry, but this tale grew in the telling. After you finish that entry, try a couple of his army stories, like the one about his harrowing days of Ft. Polk war games, or his recounting of an idealistic confrontation in basic training, which was the source of his army (and MySpace) nickname: commiehippieliberalpeacefag. His posting rate has been on the rise of late, and I couldn’t be happier. This is the kinda stuff I love to read.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    The Institute for Dust, Grist
    July 4, 2006 — 1:50 am

    Over at Reason, Tim Cavanaugh has an article about the American Film Institute’s latest “greatest” list — another entry in a long line of largely predictable rankings. Tim doesn’t like these lists, which I can generally agree with, but he also seems to dislike many of the actual movies repeatedly offered up on them. The few jabs he takes at widely-plaudited films seem pretty unpersuasive to me, at least absent a larger critical context he might be inclined to provide in another setting.

    But as for the AFI itself, they have my undying love because of the theater they opened in Silver Spring, Maryland, if nothing else. If an endless series of inane “greatest” lists is an essential publicity/marketing part of the opportunity set that makes the theater possible, then I’m a booster, even if I no longer live in the area. They show standard arthouse fare and a few more mainstream pics, but the real reason to show up is the ongoing set of retrospective/archival films they showcase. During the couple dozen times I made the trek, I got to see rare gems from Aki Kaurismäki, the entire Cremaster cycle (twice), an early screening of Gigantic, a restored print of A Hard Day’s Night, the first two Pink Panther movies, and much more. I note they’re currently reaching the tail end of of a Robert Altman retrospective, with Nashville, 3 Women, and A Wedding. If only they’d open a theater out here, I’d have fewer reasons to leave town.

    At one point in Tim’s piece, commenting on all the movies that show up time after time on each iteration of AFI’s interminable lists, he asks:

    If you asked the AFI voters (who are those people, anyway?) how many motion pictures have been made since the beginning of time, I suspect they would paraphrase Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man (the 63rd most inspiring film): “About a hundred movies.”

    I think the voters are primarily donors. I donated $100 to the AFI at my first visit to their Silver Spring theater upon learning that one of the many member benefits they were offering that day was somewhere in the neighborhood of $80 in free passes, plus discounted tickets for me and any friends I brought thereafter. This donation made me an eligible AFI voter for a year, although I never availed myself of the opportunity . . .

    Later, Tim writes:

    The American people, whose wisdom is as inexplicable as God’s, have decided that The Shawshank Redemption (not even the best prison film of the 1993-1994 period) is the second greatest motion picture of all time; and since nobody is willing to accept the obvious explanation for this vote (that people are still confusing it with The Hudsucker Proxy), AFI splits the difference and places Shawshank at Number 23 on its cheer list.

    I realize it’s critically correct to disdain all things Darabont, but if Shawshank sucked, count me as one of the brainwashed masses who fell for that hoodwink.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    In-Line States
    June 24, 2006 — 3:43 am

    A couple years ago, while reading something or other on the web, I noticed the author wrote that he had been “standing on line” somewhere or other in real life. I assumed this was just a typo and went on with my life. A couple months later, I noticed that somebody else had written much the same thing on an entirely different web site; he had been “standing on line” — not “in line,” but “on line.” Although two data points don’t imply a trend, I began to suspect these were no mere typos — although at the time I assumed it was maybe some gradually creeping linguistic confusion between “in line,” as for people in a queue, and “on line,” as for Internet usage, or in a mechanical sense (something functioning correctly could be said to be “on line”).

    The next few times I noticed the “on line” wording, it hit me that every one of them was written by somebody from New York. I decided it was probably a regional dialect, although I was surprised I had never seen (or at least noticed) it earlier than a couple years prior.

    So a few days ago at work I was proofreading a page and found the “standing on line” phrase in an article. I knew I had to fix it, but decided I needed to find precedent first rather than assuming my bias was correct. I mean, what if it turned out I had been using the phrase incorrectly my entire life? Like all those horrifying years I spent pronouncing “subsequent” as sub-SEE-kwent.

    The AP Stylebook appeared to be silent on the matter, but a quick Google search gave me what I was looking for. First, a reference from The Columbia Guide to Standard American English:

    For now, to stand or wait in line is Standard. New Yorkers used to be the only Americans who spoke of waiting or standing on line, and then other Americans began to pick up the locution, but a completely new recent use for on line may bring that development to a halt: on line also means “directly connected to a computer,” as in My printer is now on line and ready to print. This sense began by being jargon, but it is now Conversational at the very least, and it may shortly be fully Standard.

    Then I found a Columbia Journalism Review column quoting the New York Times Manual of Style and Usage on the matter:

    As Wendy Bryan, a Web specialist at the Columbia Journalism School, noted, “online” (one word) has become a noun and adjective for the Internet universe. But she was puzzled when she read about someone who “stood on line at the bank machine,” and wondered, “Do I get behind those on line, or may I remain in line?” “On line” is apparently a regionalism; The New York Times Manual of Style and Usage declares: “Few besides New Yorkers speak of standing on line. Follow the usage of the rest of the English-speaking world: in line.” The “on” version may be spreading, but “in” is still the unassailable choice.

    A Harvard Gazette article on regionalisms included “on line” briefly:

    New York City is another place where unique speech patterns frequently occur. Some, like stoop (the steps leading up to the front door) are holdovers from when New York was the Dutch colony of New Amsterdam. Others like “I stood on line” rather than the far more common “I stood in line” are of mysterious origin.

    It also features as a question in the Dialect Survey organized by a Harvard professor,

    Although I was happy to have a minor, periodically nagging question answered at last, it didn’t occur to me to turn this into a blog entry until tonight, when I watched The Trip Back and heard Florrie Fisher say the same thing. This serves as official confirmation that “standing on line” was a regionalism long before the Internet, or even widespread computer usage, came about.

    It appears this may even be a British (or Canadian?) regionalism — although the source seems unsure . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Stretchy Pants
    June 23, 2006 — 6:08 am

    Before Nacho Libre came out, I kept reading speculation about what a collaboration between Jack Black and Jared Hess (director of Napoleon Dynamite) might be like. Well, to my mind it seemed very much like what one might expect to see in a collaboration between . . . John Kricfalusi and Wes Anderson. Manic energy, mildly grotesque imagery and fart jokes shoehorned into a series of painterly set pieces and still lifes, overlaid with a carefully-chosen mix of eclectic pop songs.

    In retrospect, I wonder if I thought of John K. because he’s directed a Tenacious D video, so Jack Black brought him to mind subconsciously . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    That’s Me!
    June 1, 2006 — 1:38 am

    Brad Bird, of The Incredibles fame, once directed an animated episode of Amazing Stories (a 30-minute sci-fi/fantasy anthology TV series produced by Spielberg in the ’80s) called Family Dog. I haven’t seen it in years, but I remember it being pretty damn funny, which, judging from his subsequent career, seems just as it should be.

    Anyhoo, there’s a scene in that episode where the cartoon family is sitting around watching home movies, and the toddler girl sees herself on screen. “That’s me!” the girl starts repeating over and over, excitedly. “That’s me in there . . . in the movie!” “I know, honey,” the mom patronizes, getting increasingly annoyed with her daughter’s endless sense of surprise at something so mundane from an adult perspective. (This reminds me of the time we took my two-year-old nephew to see The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and during the entire train sequence from London to the English countryside, he kept exclaiming, “Choo choo!” And looking around at each one of us, to make sure none of us had missed the train, pointing at the screen, repeating, “Choo choo!” over and over and over. Even for a minute or two after the train was gone, he still had choo-choos on his mind, and made sure we all knew about it. I suppose it was hypocritical of me not to insist my sister take him out of the theater until he quieted down — no doubt I would have been steaming mad if I were an unrelated audient in that same theater. Maybe there’s a fine line between “entirely annoying” and “amusing and adorable.” Oh well . . .)

    Where was I? Oh yeah, Family Dog. Whenever I see my name in print somewhere, I always think of that toddler in Family Dog. I’ll walk up to a Border’s magazine rack with Justin, say, grab a copy of Liberty, point to the contributing editors section, and say, “That’s me! That’s me in there . . . in the magazine!” Yes, I’m the kind of guy who makes lame jokes referencing pop culture moments nobody else knows, that aren’t funny to anybody but me. Actually, I’ve probably never explained to Justin that was a paraphrased quote from an old TV show, which is probably why he always looks as annoyed as the patronizing cartoon mom when I say it (although I’m sure at least a couple of my siblings would get it). Come to think of it, he’d probably look just annoyed even if he knew. Yet I’m still compelled, as if by Zeus himself, to say that kinda stuff out loud.

    So what inspired this digression in the first place, one might ask? My pal David M. Brown wrote to me the other day, calling my attention to a recent LFB Blog entry about Cato’s new blog. David quoted my March 18 entry here, the second time he’s quoted me over there. If he keeps this up, I might get the idea that I should update this site with actual interesting, incisive commentary from time to time. Maybe I should write something about the meta nature of blogging — a blog quoting a blog about yet another blog. Or does the fact that this subject has already filled digital reams of blogspace add yet another tasty layer of meta? Mmmm, meta . . .

    In the meantime, I just think, “That’s me! That’s me in there . . . in the LFB Blog!”

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    YouTuber
    May 27, 2006 — 11:54 pm

    Check it out — last Sunday, Michael Malice wrote:

    If anyone else besides me has problems relaxing and dealing with downtime, may I suggest going to Youtube.com and searching (almost wrote “googling”) your favorite bands?

    I was actually doing exactly that for the very first time, the night before. I had been to YouTube before, following some random link or other and then leaving. But this was the first time I ever actually searched their site for videos. And, since I live in Idaho now I guess it’s appropriate that I become a Tuber. I found a link to this live clip of King Crimson’s “Three of a Perfect Pair” and decided to see whether the site had any other Crimson on hand.

    I found a bunch of stuff, including a couple of previously-hard-to-find 1981 performances on the TV show “Fridays,” a sketch-comedy knockoff of Saturday Night Live. First, Thela Hun Ginjeet.” Second, “Elephant Talk.” I already have an nth-generation videotape with these clips, but now I have nth-generation-videotape-quality digital clips, too! Also worth checking out, a clip of Adrian Belew playing guitar with Talking Heads in 1980. I’d love to see more live stuff from that period . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Bite-Sized Cato
    May 18, 2006 — 7:57 am

    It’s nice to see that Cato has its very own blog going these days. I used to stop by Cato’s site all the time, but over the years my stops have been less frequent — taking in a daily commentary here and there, but rarely reading more than the abstracts of longer studies unless it’s a topic I’m particularly interested in. I guess my time has increased in value, but I may have a light case of ADD, too. At any rate, Cato staffers have been blogging on their own for years, but an official, central bloggy organ is a good idea. Quick entry points, with links to the nitty gritty details for those who want more.

    I can’t imagine, though, how they came up with the ill-advised name, Cato@Liberty, which is housed at the URL cato-at-liberty.org. Spoken, that sounds like an email address, cato@liberty.org — an address that will assuredly bounce, since liberty.org directs to a shady search engine. It’s fine to want to associate the word “liberty” with the blog, but why stick an “at” in there? It just seems needlessly cumbersome and confusing, and entirely puzzling, since the almost sole role of the word “at” in Internet-ese is to separate user and domain in email addresses. Why would anyone think that was a good choice, to make the URL sound like an email address that doesn’t work? And spelling out the “at” and adding hyphens so it’s more difficult to find the actual site if somebody tells you about it, rendering the URL vocally? I just don’t get it.

    I’m sure it’ll be an excellent source of bite-sized political wisdom, though . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Afflicting the Composted
    May 16, 2006 — 3:43 am

    Via Catallarchy, I just found this critical obituary of John Kenneth Galbraith. I was kinda stunned that nobody at work knew who he was, but I guess news junkies aren’t always economics junkies too.

    Anyway, although Galbraith, as an influential public intellectual, certainly deserved all the media coverage he got at his death, there’s no reason to ignore the fact that he was so incredibly wrong so much of the time. From the article:

    The respect and even reverence that the modern American Left has accorded to Galbraith — regarding him not just as a brilliantly effective writer, which he was, but also as a deep thinker about capitalism and society, which he was not — is telling. It reflects a tenacious reluctance to concede the ethical and material superiority of the capitalist system. For an intelligent and pragmatic liberal (in the American sense of that word) this surely ought to be a minimal, painless concession, barely any concession at all. Obviously, a radical, ambitious, and productive agenda of social and economic reforms could still be spread out before voters — reforms addressed to genuine failures of the market (which are numerous) and to legitimate egalitarian purposes of many kinds. But for some reason that does not quite satisfy.

    Much of the Left still longs to sneer at the very idea of capitalism, especially at the claim that it has real ethical foundations (all the more so, in comparison with the attempted alternatives). There is still a wish to regard the whole thing as a scam: gulled and witless consumers; scheming and rapacious businesses; phony markets and bogus “competition”; politicians, media hacks, and other assorted apologists for “the system,” all cozily in the pockets of the people in charge. It is a comprehensively false diagnosis. From a narrower political point of view, it is also, most likely, a self-defeating sentiment, because in America (though not in Europe) this mind-set makes it harder to win elections, not easier.

    Galbraith dignified that self-defeating sentiment, dressed it in professorial robes, and expressed it with wonderful wit and elegance. He did his followers, who loved him for it, no favors.

    I’m curious, though, about what the author considers to be “genuine failures of the market,” and his recommended “fixes” for them. If the public choice school has taught us anything, it’s that government intervention almost always makes perceived market failures worse.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    The Big Grapple
    April 20, 2006 — 2:31 am

    If any of you have been diverted and delighted by Overheard in New York in the past, it’s time to update your bookmarks. After some sort of falling-out, my pal Michael Malice, the brains behind that site (he selected the submissions and wrote all the billiant snarky headlines since the site’s inception) has struck out on his own. New York, Overheard is now the spot to find the Gotham eavesdropping you’ve come to know and love.

    It looks like the old site’s publisher will try to make a go of it without Michael, for a while, at least. I can’t imagine the quality won’t decline, though — hacky punsters are a dime a dozen, but Michael’s acid sense of humor and editorial hand is what made that site so popular in the first place. I predict the quality will inexorably follow the guy who drove all of the content for three years. The new site will have the same vibe you got from the old site. The old site is now an imitation.

    Michael sent out a letter to site contributors on Wednesday:

    Dear Overheard contributor,

    As you may have seen on Overheard in New York, I was informed this morning that I am no longer affiliated with the site. If you don’t know me, I’m the guy who edited the entries and wrote all the headlines.

    I have launched NewYorkOverheard.com. Same Overheard, less overhead. It’s the same thing you and I have built and loved. If you have any links, please change and please spread the word.

    An explanation is forthcoming, and will appear on the site.

    PS OverheardAtCollege.com is a go, too!

    Yours,
    Michael Malice
    Editor, New York Overheard

    So keep an eye on New York, Overheard. Its new sister site, Overheard at College, looks like it’ll be a winner too, as soon as it starts posting entries. Colleges are goldmines for this kinda stuff. A now-defunct off-campus newspaper at my own alma mater used to run a feature called “From the Horse’s Mouth,” which was basically a weekly overheard column without the witty headlines. It’s amazing the kind of bizarre stuff you can overhear when you have 30,000 young Mormons all in one place. Some of the funniest stuff I’ve ever read . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Don Benway
    April 20, 2006 — 2:04 am

    I finally got around to watching the first episode of this season’s Sopranos the other night, and my jaw dropped upon realizing they set the opening montage to Material’s “Seven Souls,” the title track from a Bill Laswell-produced project featuring William S. Burroughs on vocals. How amazingly cool is that? I actually pulled that disc out of my collection last month and listened to it for the first time in two or three years, during a mini-Burroughs bender instigated by my March 25 entry. I had no idea it was getting air on HBO around the same time . . .

    The show appears to be as good as ever. One of my best friends, Travers, once told me he’d watched a couple of episodes and didn’t like it. Just a pale retread of mafia depictions past, he thought, full of old wiseguy stereotypes. I tried to tell him that part of the genius of The Sopranos is that all the tropes and stereotypes are there, true, but if you watch the show for any length of time you see them all twisted like pretzels. There are better shows out there — on HBO, even (check out The Wire sometime) — but still, TV doesn’t get a whole lot better than The Sopranos. Time for me to watch more.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    The Ego and His Own Comic Book
    March 29, 2006 — 2:49 pm

    Email of the day (well, of yesterday, actually):

    We’ve noticed that customers who have purchased “Overheard in New York” by S. Morgan Friedman also purchased books by Harvey Pekar. For this reason, you might like to know that Harvey Pekar’s “Ego & Hubris : The Michael Malice Story” will be released on April 11, 2006. You can pre-order your copy at a savings of 35% by following the link below.

    And so on. Here’s the link.

    Most surreal for me so far was seeing it featured in the latest Laissez Faire Books catalog. Their review is online, too:

    From Harvey Pekar, the award-winning writer of the American Splendor series, comes the biography of Michael Malice, a not-so-ordinary man living a very ordinary life. The story begins with Malice’s childhood, focusing on his dysfunctional family and unique school years. It is at times reminiscent of The Catcher in the Rye, if The Catcher in the Rye had been a comedy, and written by Ayn Rand.

    Throughout his life, Malice possessed an ethical, rational, anti-authoritarian outlook that set him apart from everyone else. The way Michael deals with teachers, employers, and other “authority figures” is both hilarious and inspirational. It’s rare to find a book that not only makes you think but also makes you laugh out loud.

    Adding to the humor is Malice’s uncensored take on several libertarian notables. Even LFB’s former president, Andrea Millen Rich, gets a mention. Malice calls his internship at the Cato Institute “possibly the best experience of my life.” Don’t miss this one.

    Part of this book is supposed to cover Michael’s experience as a Cato intern, which is where we met. Even if that section is boiled down to nothing more than a single panel or two, I imagine it’ll still be enough to make the top of my head explode.

    If any of the three or four readers of this blog are located in New York City, be sure to hit Michael’s reading/signing with Harvey Pekar at the Union Square Barnes & Noble, Tuesday, April 11, at 7:00 p.m. I’m tempted to buy my first ticket to the Windy Apple just to see this, but alas, it just ain’t gonna happen . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    The Voice of Authority
    March 25, 2006 — 6:37 am

    In several of Laurie Anderson’s live and recorded works, she alters her voice with a synthesizer filter, making it deeper and male-sounding. She calls it the “Voice of Authority.” Probably its most notable use was on Home of the Brave‘s reworking of “Sharkey’s Night,” replacing William S. Burroughs’ voice from the (itself amazing) version on Mister Heartbreak. Amazon’s sample of the Home of the Brave version is short enough that you only get five or six words of the modulated voice, fading away at the end — you can hear a little more in this site’s sample (or, hell, download the song for 19 cents or the entire album for 98 if you’re OK with sketchy Russian copyright legality and zero artist royalties).

    Anyway, the reason I bring this up is Daniel Schorr. The other day I heard one of his pieces on NPR as I was driving to work, and realized that his voice sounds exactly like Barbara Walters’ voice if it were run through Laurie Anderson’s voice modulator. Exactly. Same vowel sounds, “r” difficulties, tone and inflection as Walters. Same thick, almost rubbery texture as Anderson’s synthesized authoritarian. Listen to one of his pieces and hear for yourself. It’s uncanny, I tells ya. If I didn’t already know Daniel Schorr was a real guy, I’d suspect a hoax . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Headlights on Your Tail
    March 19, 2006 — 2:12 am

    The town I live in wants more police officers. Granted, the area has had moments of surprising violence lately — like the rolling gun battle down a local main street. This kind of thing is all the more shocking in such a relatively small community, so much of it rural.

    But as far as I can tell, the place is already crawling with cops. Since early November, I’ve been pulled over five times for having a headlight out, and once for failing to stop long enough at a stop sign. A motorcycle cop followed me for three minutes tonight, presumably because of the same broken headlight. Since he didn’t stop me, I can’t be sure.

    On the bright side, nobody’s given me a ticket for this stuff. But I spent over a year and a half driving around in the DC area with a headlight out, and didn’t get pulled over even once. So yeah, I really need to get my headlight bulb changed, I know. One of these days when I have a spare 15 minutes during daylight hours, I’ll head to a Jiffy Lube or something and get somebody to fix it. But all of this suggests to me that the existing cops in the area have way too much free time on their hands already. What are all the new cops gonna do — look for lost pets?

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    OCD and Me
    February 15, 2006 — 2:24 pm

    Over the years a few people have wondered — if I have OCD, why am I so messy? My unbelievably cluttered office was a running joke at U.S. Term Limits, and my apartment in DC (my motto: “the floor is the biggest shelf in the house”) was the envy of every slob with pretensions of, um . . . slobbitude. My parents like to tell the story of parent-teacher night while I was in fourth grade. When they walked into the classroom, my teacher asked them if they could spot my desk out of the 35 or so in the room. They picked it out in a matter of seconds — the only desk in the room absolutely overflowing with papers and books.

    I’m no Anal-Retentive Chef, but aside from tidiness I have many of the traits people normally associate with OCD, like obsessive collecting, hand-washing, and detailed perfectionism (I am, after all, a copy editor). I haven’t started collecting my urine in bottles or anything, but slovenliness can be a sign of OCD in the same way that excessive tidiness can — it’s the same perfectionist impulse, but entirely abaondoned. That is, when I’m working on something in which I have a facility for success, like editing or desktop publishing, I can be neat to the point of annoyance. But when it comes to something I’m not quite as good at, like organizing physical objects, I quickly realize that my efforts aren’t going to be perfect . . . so I give up entirely. Even though this impulse is largely subconscious, this is at least how it seems to me in ex post facto reflection. Psychologist types call this “executive dysfunction.”

    It wasn’t until I read Orson Scott Card’s Xenocide, though, that I realized my OCD has followed some classic patterns. Part of the book tells the story of a planet that had been colonized eons earlier by a group of Chinese emigrants from Earth. At some point during the evolution of this planet’s society, the aristocratic class developed a severe case of OCD, passed down consistently through their genes. A common obsessive trait was hand-washing — to the point of cracked and bleeding hands, if I recall correctly. Anyway, the kids in this class had to endure a rite of passage when they reached a certain age. The story follows one girl who was locked into a room without a sink, or any source of water, and made to wait. The impulse to wash her hands eventually became unbearable, to the point that she snapped and suddenly found a substitute obsession. She realized that this gnawing impulse could be satisfied if she started tracing wood grains in the floor. She’d follow a single wood grain across the entire length of the floor; if the grain ended before she reached the other side of the room (veering off the edge of a board, say) she had to go back to the beginning, pick another grain, and try again. This became her primary obsession through the rest of her story.

    Although this is fiction, Card got this idea for this story from The Boy Who Couldn’t Stop Washing: The Experience and Treatment of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, which is a great book in itself but not quite as vivid as the extreme cases in Xenocide.

    The wood grain story made me think back to one of my own OCD scenarios, during my early teen years. One day I had the idea that, when I was walking on a sidewalk, I needed to step from line to line — crack to crack. Before long, though, it dawned on me that for most of my life, when I walked on sidewalks, I had taken steps shorter than a full sidewalk square. This bugged me. I had to catch up. So I started taking steps a little bit longer than than from one line to the next, with the idea that over time my average lifetime stride length would approach, and eventually exceed, the length of a full sidwalk square. I know — crazy, right? It gets better.

    It gradually occurred to me that this wasn’t enough. It would take forever to catch up with all the shorter sidewalk steps I had taken throughout my life, and I had no real way to know when I had reached my goal. Something more had to happen. Until one day, as I was flipping around the TV remote control — tossing it in the air, watching it spin a few times, then catching it again — I suddenly realized that each one of those spins could count as a single sidewalk step. I don’t know how exactly I hit upon this absurd idea, but there it was. I started flipping that remote control all the time, flipping it harder and higher, spinning it more times with each toss. In retrospect, this was kind of like a “wood grain” moment for me. Realizing that the sidewalk thing was going nowhere fast, I hit on an alternate behavioral obsession to replace it. Until one day I paused to consider just how absurd the whole thing was, and stopped.

    So at least my OCD tendencies are somewhat weak. I can just decide to stop, which isn’t always true for people with OCD. My biggest behavioral obsession over the last 10-15 years has been a kind of “ghost typing” — very often, when I’m watching TV or a movie, or listening to someone speak, I’ll type the dialogue, my fingers wiggling in the air. You can’t always notice this, though, because I’ve gotten to the point where the finger movements are so slight as to be pretty unnoticeable. And if I pause a moment to consider just how ridiculous this “typing” is, I stop. So, again, it’s not an overwhelming tendency, even though it keeps popping up . . .

    I’ve intended for a long time to write an entry like this, but the thing that inspired it today is Justin’s side of the blog. If you’ll glance over there with me for a moment, you may notice that every one of his entries is posted on the hour. Today’s entry at exactly 1:00 p.m., and last week he posted entries at precisely 4:00 and 8:00 p.m. And that really, really, really bugs me. When I post an entry, the time is the last thing I finish, mere seconds before I upload it. I note the exact time — even sometimes anticipating that it might be close to the end of a minute, so that the few seconds between the time I save the document and upload it to the site might make the moment the page is “published” fall into a different minute. In those cases, I set the entry’s time as one minute later than the current minute, so the entry will have the correct time at the moment it appears live on the site.

    Justin, on the other hand, almost certainly doesn’t do anything even approaching this. He probably doesn’t even come within 15 minutes of the correct time on most of his entries — just sets the time to whatever rounded-off hour may be closest (or may not even be closest, for all I know), then cavalierly slaps this glaring factual error live onto the site. Over and over again. I have to stop myself from thinking about it, because I could easily obsess over this if I let myself.

    And really, I have no cause to complain. I should be happpy Justin’s posting at all, and I am. But I can’t pretend I don’t cringe every time I see “:00” at the top of one of his entries. That’s just OCD and me.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    Crimson Jazz Trio
    February 6, 2006 — 4:09 am

    Wow. Just a couple days after posting my list of best CDs of 2005, I got an email from the manager of the Crimson Jazz Trio:

    Thanks for including CJ3 in your best-of list…we appreciate the support!

    Best wishes,
    Marjorie & CJ3

    A few of you readers, such as you are, must have clicked over to the Crimson Jazz Trio web site and shown up in their web site stats. Hopefully, a few of you actually bought a copy, too. It’s worth a listen or 40. Check out a few audio samples if you’re on the fence. Stunning reinterpretations of classic songs.

    So why was it only No. 17 on my list? Well, every disc on that list is amazing, ordered only by fine gradations of genius. And why give it this extra attention? Because, unfortunately, it’s relatively obscure. You might catch a short review in some jazz magazine or other, but you’re not going to hear about it at, say, Pitchfork. Shame.

    This goes for several other artists on my list, like Sweeter Than the Day and The Tiptons. In case nobody else tells you, you heard it here. Check ’em out.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Assonance
    February 5, 2006 — 2:53 am

    Last month, Jesse Walker posted “an excerpt from David Cantwell’s interview with singer-songwriter-producer Joe Henry, published in the January-February No Depression“:

    Cantwell: In his book A Change Is Gonna Come: Race, Music And The Soul Of America, Craig Werner builds on [Ralph] Ellison’s idea to describe what he terms the gospel impulse. The gospel impulse starts at the same place as the blues — it still faces and expresses the pain and limitations of the world — but it also believes that in finding something larger than ourselves, human beings can, working together, change the world.

    Henry: I think those guys are on to something there!…[T]he gospel impulse is driven by the same kind of earthly passion, but you’re looking outside yourself instead of only looking inward. And maybe soul music on its own comes from the same [gospel] impulse but, instead of looking within or to a higher power, you look to that person next to you, to love.

    Then Jesse queried his readers:

    How do you define the funk impulse? The best answer will be published on this here blog, where the other four of you can read it.

    How could I help but respond? He quoted my submission three weeks ago:

    WE GET THE FUNK: A while back I quoted Joe Henry and David Cantwell’s noble attempt to define the blues impulse, the gospel impulse, and the soul impulse, and I asked my readers what the funk impulse might be. Immediately after I posted that, I realized that the correct answer would have to be some version of George Clinton’s free your mind and your ass will follow. So the prize goes to Eric Dixon of Shrubbloggers, who came closest with this: “Instead of looking within, or to a higher power, or to the person next to you, you look to the ass of the person next to you and realize how much better it might look if it were a-shakin’.”

    Oh, and check it out — Jesse’s been listening to Henry Cow. And Rick Moranis! Nice.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Best CDs of 2005
    February 3, 2006 — 12:23 am

    I haven’t posted any best-of lists since early 2004, with 25 movies and 25 CDs from 2003 to praise. One of these days I’ll have to go back and figure out what I liked best from 2004, but for now I may as well get started on 2005. So, with no further ado, here are my favorite CDs of 2005:

    1. Thelonious Monk Quartet with John Coltrane — At Carnegie Hall
    2. Electric Masada — At the Mountains of Madness
    3. John Coltrane — One Down, One Up: Live at the Half Note
    4. Dizzy Gillespie & Charlie Parker — Town Hall, New York City, June 22, 1945
    5. Sweeter Than the Day — Live at the Rendezvous, December 2004
    6. Adrian Belew — Side One/Side Two
    7. The Tiptons — Drive
    8. Yo Miles! — Upriver
    9. Painkiller — 50th Birthday Celebration Volume Twelve
    10. Buckethead — Kaleidoscalp
    11. Jessica Lurie — Licorice & Smoke
    12. Bill Frisell — Further East/Further West
    13. Brian Eno — Another Day on Earth
    14. Keith Jarrett — Radiance
    15. Robert Fripp — Love Cannot Bear
    16. They Might Be Giants — Here Come the ABCs
    17. Crimson Jazz Trio — The King Crimson Songbook, Volume One
    18. Garage a Trois — Outre Mer
    19. Milton Nascimento — Pieta
    20. The Decemberists — Picaresque
    21. Anti-Social Music — Sings the Great American Songbook
    22. Hal Hartley — The Girl From Monday
    23. Kronos Quartet — You’ve Stolen My Heart: Songs from R.D. Burman’s Bollywood
    24. Monty Python’s Spamalot (Original Broadway Cast Recording)
    25. Seu Jorge — Cru

    And I might as well toss in an honorary runner-up:

    1. Seu Jorge — The Life Aquatic Studio Sessions
    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Who Speaks, Sows; Who Listens, Reaps
    February 2, 2006 — 3:24 am

    The Overheard in New York book is out and available to purchase at a bookstore near you. Here’s Publishers Weekly’s glowing review:

    Friedman and Malice give equal time to irreverent quips on race, sex, fashion, relationships and city life in this hilarious compilation of snippets from overheard conversations, showing how the people who live in New York give the Big Apple its irreverent charm. Presented in bare-bones dialog format, the book’s hundreds of entries originally appeared on a popular and entertaining website of the same name, perhaps accounting for the book’s “blog meets book of quotations” feel and the lack of any discernible organizational scheme; “Dude: I definitely said, ‘no abortion jokes at dinner.'” and “Drunk guy: That girl’s tits are huge! And it’s snowing!” appear, for instance, on facing pages, but that’s a small gripe for a book that packs a laugh on nearly every page. Although the book has a foreword by Marc Shaiman, the composer of Hairspray, and an introduction by bestselling author Lawrence Block (The Sins of the Fathers, The Burglar on the Prowl, All the Flowers Are Dying), it’s solid enough to stand on its own. This is New York at its rawest and funniest.

    So what are you waiting for?

    Me, I’m waiting for a chance to actually get to a bookstore — the good ones are all over in Boise, and my new job as a copy editor, along with my ongoing freelance commitments, are keeping me quite busy at the moment. I haven’t seen my dad in two days despite the fact that we currently live in the same house (he’s already gone to visit my mom when I wake up, and I leave for work before he gets back — then he goes to bed before I get home, while I stay awake until the wee hours of the morning), and I’ve only had time to visit my mom for 15 minutes in the past two days. I only had four hours of sleep a couple nights ago, which I don’t handle well — sleeping in is one of my biggest weaknesses. This crunch time should pass within a few days, but in the interim . . . whew.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    I Am an Anarchivist
    January 31, 2006 — 1:53 am

    At least, I was. I’ve finally updated the archives. Last time I updated them was sometime in September, 2004, and I’ve been meaning to do it for quite some time. I think the final catalyst was the fact that David M. Brown linked to us over at the LFB Blog. Well, not linked, exactly, but mentioned the URL. It made me want to tidy up around here a little, the same way my mom always insisted we clean the house before company arrived. Just in case someone decided to show up, I wanted things to look a little nicer. I still don’t want anyone looking in the closet or under the rugs — there’s plenty of code I’d like to overhaul around here at some point, as people in the know can probably tell by glancing at the source code — but you get the idea.

    It took a good chunk of time to archive 16 months of the blog at once, but not as much as you might think, really, considering this site is an entirely manual production. It was especially easy archiving Justin’s posts — his months and months of inactivity around these parts allowed me to rubber-stamp his side of most of the archive pages with the standard “Slacker” non-entry I’ve been using for archive pages with no entries. No entries, that is, from either one or the other of us. I’ve decided not to create archive pages at all for weeks when neither one of us have managed the pitifully easy exercise of typing and uploading a sentence or two, as at least a token of online presence. That way, anybody clicking through the archives a page at a time won’t have to slog through page after page of absolutely nothing.

    The “Slacker” thing feels like a cop-out. When we started this blog almost three years ago, we vowed to post something every day. I managed to screw that up first by missing a day, and it wasn’t long before Justin followed suit. We still tried to keep the page up, though, producing both regular content and anxiety dreams. And then things got really out of hand — only two or three posts a week, if that. And then Justin missed an entire week.

    This was understandable — he had just moved to St. Louis, and didn’t have much Internet access. But what to do? When I set up the structure of our archives, it had never occurred to me that I’d have to deal with an archive page that contained no entries from one of us. A commitment to post every day would preclude a missing week, wouldn’t it? Even if we missed a day or two now and then. And my OCD meant I had to do something — it was just question of figuring out what. So I decided to fill Justin’s side of the archive page with a doppelganger, Evil Justin.

    Justin got to posting again after that, but pretty soon he missed another week — so I trotted out Evil Justin again. He didn’t get the hint, so the following week I summoned Evel Justin from the depths of R’lyeh. Two weeks later, it was Weevil Justin.

    By this point, Justin was looking for revenge, so next week my side of the page was invaded by Eric D. Hulkster. The only problem — Justin posted it on a Friday, before the end of the week, which I hadn’t officially missed yet. So I had to wait until the week was over to post my next real entry.

    We managed to hold it together for months afterward, posting every week until one day Devo Justin made an appearance. When I finally missed a week — for real, for the first time — four months later, Justin didn’t pony up with a doppelganger. I didn’t have the heart, or the time, to make one for myself, so the lame “Slacker” bit appeared for the first time. Same thing the following week. The week after that, I was still planning to resurrect the doppelgangers, apparently:

    I’ve failed to post for two entire calendar weeks, which hasn’t happened before. Surprisingly, this space remains unoccupied by satirical doppelgangers that tend to crop up during long absences. I’m sure there’ll be something before long, though — those empty spaces in the archives are like a vacuum just waiting to suck in some half-hearted attempt at humor . . .

    But it never happened. The magic was gone, or something. The week after that, we both failed to post. At all. For two weeks straight. Those two blank weeks were followed by two more weeks of “Slacker” posts for Justin, then another “Slacker” for me. Then another two blank weeks. And it spiraled downhill from there. I’ve never taken five entire months off from posting, like Justin did in early 2005, or even the three and a half months he’s been gone recently. But I’ve been plenty scarce all the same. Hopefully we can both turn it around, at least a little.

    So, do any of you actually care about this kind of self-referential blogging-about-blogging crap? Of course not. But at least I’ve gotten it out of my head now, so there’s more room for the voices to tell me what to do.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    Save Steve Kubby
    January 29, 2006 — 9:46 pm

    I don’t know much about Steve Kubby. I’ve heard his name over the years, when he ran for governor of California on the Libertarian Party ticket, then helped get a medical marijuana initiative passed in that state. I’d say he fell off my radar after that, but he was never really on it.

    Every now and then I get to browsing around the intarweb, though, and today I’ve discovered that the government is trying to murder Steve Kubby, the same way they murdered Peter McWilliams.

    Brad Spangler wrote the piece I linked to above, and he’s also posted a couple of updates. Brad doesn’t mince words:

    Please understand, this is a naked attempt to murder a man as political retribution, by means of witholding the medication (cannabis) that keeps his adrenal cancer in check.

    I’ve always thought that more non-drug users should become actively involved in legalization efforts — it would at least limit this obvious, blunt retribution by the state. I’ve never tried marijuana, and I can’t imagine circumstances where I would start. Then again, I’ve never had to stare cancer in the face. But judging by the way I’ve lived my life up until now, I’m clean on the drug front. Never smoked a bowl or dropped acid. Never tried a beer or a cup of coffee. I don’t even remember the last time I used Tylenol, or Advil, or whatever your pain reliever of choice might be.

    I don’t say this as pretense that this somehow makes me better than those of you who choose, or need, to indulge; I have my own weaknesses, in spades. But in a public dialogue that treats activists for legalization as utopian stoners, would a “clean” voice at least be perceived as lacking in guile? Maybe if more non-users joined the fight to legalize drugs, people would lend more credence to the utterly persuasive arguments that legalization would simply make the world a better place.

    In the meantime, lend your voice to helping one man stay alive.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Force vs. Persuasion
    January 6, 2006 — 1:44 am

    Tonight I decided to grab some Thai food and catch a couple of movies — the second of which was Syriana. I took along a book to read while waiting for the food, and for the movies to start, and to set on the Galaga machine for safekeeping while I played Ms. Pac-Man. The book: Carl Watner’s I Must Speak Out: The Best of the Voluntaryist, 1982-1999.

    Coincidentally enough, a quote from one of the characters in the film was strikingly reminiscent of a line in Carl’s introduction to the book, which I read while waiting for mussamun lamb curry.

    Mr. Watner:

    The honest among us realize that the resort to coercion is a tacit confession of imbecility. If he who employs force against me could mold me to his purposes by argument, no doubt he would.

    Prince Nasir Al-Subaai in Syriana:

    When a country has 5 percent of the world’s population, but 50 percent of the military spending, its persuasive powers are on the decline.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    The Webzine
    December 26, 2005 — 12:05 am

    This entry is long overdue. My pal David M. Brown has been busy making me famous over at The Webzine, “The Internet Magazine for the Better Sort of Person.” And I helped! You’ll see me listed at the bottom of most of The Webzine’s pages as “Web Consultant,” since I’ve helped clean up the automatically-generated HTML in lotsa places. It’s not my design, but it’s always a fun challenge to work within someone else’s design, making the code jump through hoops instead of just sitting there, looking pretty (pretty, that is, as long as you only glimpse its “good side”). It’s also a good excuse to put new coding skills to use, since I rarely have the motivation to update code on my own sites. There are a bajillion things I’d do differently if I ever got around to recoding this blog.

    But not only is my name plastered all over the bottoms of The Webzine‘s pages, David has also been reprinting stuff from this very blog. So now I have articles published alongside pieces by the likes of J. Neil Schulman, Jim Powell, Claire Wolfe, the Brandens, even Mark Twain and Ayn Rand. Fun fun fun.

    Go read all about My Five Days of Next-Day DHL Hell, revisit Tricky Wiki; Or, Wrong in the Name of Right, and try Playing the Free-Market Card. You may have read them here first, but that’s no reason to skip them in republished form — you’d be missing out on David’s excellent editorial oversight. You know how a film editor will trim a second here, or briefly cut to another take there, in order to fine-tune the comedic impact of a particular scene? Well, David does that kinda thing, only with words and punctuation. He’s made some good calls. And I’ve even gone so far as to write entire paragraphs of new material to spice up this stuff for a new audience.

    So check it out.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Yeah Yeah Yeah, I Love My Family
    December 25, 2005 — 11:25 pm

    As I mentioned several months ago, I moved home to Portland in April. What I haven’t mentioned here is that I moved to Idaho in September.

    I’ve always preferred the Pacific Northwest to any other place I’ve lived. I only spent so many years in the DC area because I was happy at U.S. Term Limits, while that lasted. When USTL downsized and moved to Illinois, I took the next job offer I received — sysadmin and webmaster for U.S. English. It was a decent job, but I was never thrilled with the issue. I suppose it makes sense for English to be the official language of the United States, at the very least to reduce government social engineering via multilingual paperwork. Do immigrants benefit from learning English? Absolutely. But really, it’s always seemed like a non-issue to me on a political level. Arguments for official English always tout the “unifying role of the English language.” Would a common language unite the nation? Maybe. Truthfully, though, I just don’t care.

    And although the staff members at U.S. English are a fine group of people — culturally diverse, to boot — many of the organization’s supporters seemed entirely xenophobic and anti-immigrant. Scared and hateful, particularly of our south-of-the-border friends. So I was always ambivalent about this job (although happy with some of the projects I worked on), and when my lease ended I decided to head home.

    Another primary reason for this decision was my family. Some people, when they have time off, travel to interesting places, in order to see interesting things. When I have time off, I visit my family — almost without fail. My mom had a few strokes beginning around a year ago, and had rapidly declined in health. My dad was having an increasingly difficult time taking care of her on his own, so I wanted to be nearby to help out.

    Before I knew it, my plan to stay temporarily at mom and dad’s house while I looked for an apartment had turned into months. And then everyone decided to ditch me. My brother-in-law got a teaching job in Caldwell, Idaho, so my youngest sister’s family, who I had grown used to seeing often, moved there in August. When I took my parents out to visit them later that month, they decided they would move there too — my dad grew up nearby, he no longer had a career to prevent the move, and the area is full of relatives. My parents picked out a place in adjacent Nampa.

    At first I planned to stay behind in Portland; I hadn’t moved back to my favorite city in order to leave again only months later. But when it became clear my mom needed to be in a nursing home, due both to her steadily failing health and my dad’s increasing exhaustion, I opted to go with them. At least for a while. So now I’m keeping my dad company and visiting my mom every day, and I get to see my sister and adorable two-year-old nephew almost as often. As far as I’m concerned, life doesn’t get much better than that.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Graybeard, RIP
    December 25, 2005 — 10:31 pm

    I doubt it will be news to anyone reading this blog at this point, but my former employer Bill Bradford passed away two and a half weeks ago after battling cancer for several months. It still doesn’t seem entirely real to me. When I moved back to Portland in April, I planned to approach Bill with the prospect of me driving up to Port Townsend once a month to spend three or four days, to help out with the final stages of Liberty production. My freelance schedule allows for much more mobility than a consistent day job would, and I miss several things about the Liberty experience — Bill & Kathy, the creaky office, the town, the entire crazy production schedule (I can’t think of anyone other than Bill who could’ve convinced me to work, say, 18 hours on a Saturday).

    I never got around to contacting Bill with this idea, and I really didn’t have an urge to hurry; although I knew Bill was sick, I was certain he’d fight it off and stick around for another few decades. I assumed I’d be seeing him fairly often in the coming years, if not right away. An intern saddled Bill with the nickname “Graybeard” (although never to Bill’s face), and it’s the name that keeps coming to mind as I read remembrances and obituaries written by others who knew Bill. “Graybeard” is sometimes used to mean something as simple as “old codger” — but it also has kind of an iconic ring to it. Oddly fitting, perhaps, for such an iconoclast?

    I left Liberty in May, 1999, after only eight months as an assistant editor. I left on good terms with Bill, but this was not the majority experience among Liberty staffers at the time; we were all there during Liberty’s switch from bimonthly to monthly publication, and the stress of the tentative new production schedule only exacerbated existing conflicts between personalities and ways of working. This was the kind of environment in which talk of a hostile takeover of one of the magazine’s sister projects was meant only partly in jest. I think that within a year of Liberty’s switch to monthly publication, everyone on the staff had left, save Bill’s wife Kathy — even those who had been there for years.

    When I told Bill I’d be leaving to take a higher-paying job, no hard feelings, I wondered if my abrupt departure after such a short stay would end up as a burnt bridge. But Bill took me out to dinner and told me he’d be putting me on the masthead as a contributing editor. A couple of years later, when I almost jumped ship from my new job to pursue yet another offer, Bill also proved to be a glowing work and character reference. I wish I had repaid his faith in me with a lot more writing for Liberty than I’ve contributed over the past few years — but I’m far from prolific, as anyone who’s checked this blog in recent weeks might guess. At the very least, I’m glad I finished my redesign of Liberty’s web site well before Bill passed away. It was sorely needed, so maybe it helped pay Bill back in a small way; although I found it hard to live on Liberty’s shoestring salary, I still feel like I’m in Bill’s debt. Whatever drawbacks my time at Liberty may have had, they were few, and, in retrospect, pretty insignificant.

    I’m sure I’ll have more to say about this later. In the meantime, be sure to read the memorials written by people who knew Bill far better and longer than I. I particularly enjoyed Tim Virkkala’s (he also wrote a preface to his memorial), Jesse Walker’s, and Brian Doherty’s. I chuckled at Claire Wolfe’s; I was the guy who answered the door the time she stopped by Liberty’s offices. If you want to read them all, Tom Knapp has been collecting a complete list of links.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Measuring Bibliophiliac Tumescence
    October 25, 2005 — 6:24 pm

    As I was perusing Overheard in New York this afternoon, a headline mentioning Strand reminded me that I’ve long wondered which is bigger: Strand or Powell’s?

    I have yet to set foot in the Windy Apple, so I can’t judge this for myself. Powell’s bills itself as “the largest independent used and new bookstore in the world,” but that’s a pretty qualified statement. Is Strand considered independent? (Powell’s is really independent only as a technicality anymore; it’s become a local chain). Is it a new and used book store? That stuff has nothing to do with size. And how is “largest” measured, anyway? In terms of floor space? Number of titles? Number of books overall? Turning to Google for answers provided mixed results; web pages that compare and contrast both stores are few and far between, and rarely seem authoritative.

    An article from 2003 would seem to settle the issue in favor of Strand:

    It helps that Strand, founded in 1927, is one of the largest used book dealers in the world. It boasts 2.5 millions titles with many rare and autographed copies. By comparison, Oregon-based Powell’s Books, one of the largest dealers on the West Coast, has 1.5 million titles.

    Is that in terms of overall books, or unique titles? Does it matter? Both stores’ inventories have undoubtedly grown since, but Powell’s was making the same claim way back in 2003. The assertion that Powell’s is largest is all over the web.

    There are brief mentions that take Powell’s claim for granted:

    The Strand, New York’s largest used bookstore, will answer an inquiry within three hours and hold any book for three days. Norman Levine’s Editions has an extensive music section in its monthly catalog, but Powell’s, whose claim to be the largest bookstore in the world is probably true, has more music books, both new and used.

    Others who repeat the claim without the caveats, or specifying the criteria by which size is measured:

    Down the coast in trendy Portland, Oregon, Powell’s City of Books is the largest bookstore in America. It covers an entire city block, a bookstore so big they hand you a map when you enter—with 4,000 subject areas running from Aardvark to Zen.

    A blog entry that compares the two stores, but again without criteria:

    The book is now up for advance order on one of my favorite bookstores, Powells.com, the online concern of the Portland, Oregon independent store. (If you’ve ever been there, you’ll know it makes New York’s Strand look like a newsstand.)

    User comments that do the same:

    Twas a time when [Strand] claimed to be the biggest used bookstore in the country. Having worked at Powell’s in Portland, Oregon, I know that’s far from true. Yet I like the Strand better than its West coast counterpart. The selection is as varied; the atmosphere, much homier. Even while some tomes spill out into the aisles, the books are organized well enough to find what you wish–and to stumble across what you hadn’t considered.

    Another:

    Not to be confused with dusty, dim, magical five star used bookstores–Powell’s is huge and well-lit, and puts the Strand in New York to shame. It should definitely be on some sort of international bookstore pilgrimage.”

    Yet another:

    That’s Powells in Portland, Oregon, in case you’re wondering, and yes, it’s bigger and infintely better than The Strand.

    So what’s the deal? If Strand has more books, why does everyone think Powell’s is bigger? Is it just floor space? Are most of Strand’s books in a warehouse, out of view? Is it some kind of optical illusion?

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    You Know You’re a Lardass When . . .
    October 25, 2005 — 5:32 pm

    You read something like this:

    Dude, You Totally Just Lost Your New Hag

    Fat chick on cell: Well, it kind of sucks because the subway is like two avenue blocks away and–
    Queer passerby: And there’s no Krispy Kreme in between?

    –Astoria

    And instead of laughing, or being offended, you just think: “Mmmm, Krispy Kreme.”

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Tricky Wiki
    October 7, 2005 — 6:01 am

    The other day I discovered the debate raging on about Tom Palmer’s Wikipedia entry (you can see my contributions to the discussion page beginning with an October 3 entry). Wikipedia is, of course, an online encyclopedia that anybody can edit; its open nature allows for a conglomeration of distributed expertise, but it also provides a mechanism for those of ill intent to cause trouble. It seems that some of the Wikipedia users who edited Palmer’s entry decided it was too promotional, and that Palmer’s views on Iraq, and criticism of those views, needed to be added. This is hardly objectionable; as Wikipedia is an impartial source of information, criticism of a subject should appear alongside the subject’s own views. But the debate on this entry has raged for months over whether Palmer’s critics were describing his views correctly.

    When I entered the fray, here’s how the paragraph in question appeared:

    Controversy Over Iraq War

    Palmer’s stance on the Iraq war contradicts the platform of the U.S. Libertarian Party, which calls for nonintervention. Although he opposed the decision to go to war with Iraq, his most visible role has been in denouncing the antiwar movement [5], calling for the U.S. to stay[6] until the insurgents are militarily defeated [7], and advocating that U.S. war policy toward the insurgents must be to “find and kill all of them before they kill all the rest of us, Muslim and non-Muslim alike.” [8] Palmer opposes immediate withdrawal.[9]

    This seemed pretty obviously inaccurate and biased to me, and apparently other editors agreed — a few had previously deleted this paragraph entirely. But the subject matter was worth inclusion, as long as it actually stated the facts correctly, so I undertook a series of revisions, resulting in this paragraph:

    Controversy Over Iraq War

    Palmer’s stance on the Iraq war contradicts the platform of the U.S. Libertarian Party, which calls for nonintervention; it should be noted, however, that Palmer is not affiliated with the U.S. Libertarian Party. The extent to which his position differs from the stated position of the Cato Institute is less clear; although he calls for an eventual end to the occupation, Cato has argued for an expedited timetable.[5] Apart from his opposition to the decision to go to war with Iraq, and his current efforts to spread libertarian ideas in Iraq, Palmer has made waves by denouncing specific factions within the antiwar movement that he sees as pro-insurgent [6], calling for the U.S. to stay until the insurgents are militarily defeated [7], and advocating that U.S. war policy toward those insurgents who are guilty of specifically terrorist actions must be to “find and kill all of them before they kill all the rest of us, Muslim and non-Muslim alike.” [8] Palmer opposes withdrawal any time soon, based on his views that anything short of a careful, long-term strategy for withdrawal would bring about an even greater loss of both Iraqi and American life than would be the case through continuing occupation.[9]

    An editor who identifies himself as “Rothbard” protested, opining that these changes “were designed to put Palmer in the best possible light.” Screw accuracy, I guess, so long as Tom Palmer looks bad?

    At any rate, the debate continued, and some anonymous editor stepped up to the plate with a paragraph designed to appease everyone:

    Palmer’s views on Iraq policy have proven controversial among antiwar activists. Although he opposed the decision to go to war with Iraq, he has been highly critical of some within the antiwar movement [7], and has been criticized in turn.[8] [9] After the invasion of Iraq, in April of 2004 Palmer argued that “Withdrawal is surely a proper goal. But only after something acceptable has been put in place of occupation.” [10] That stance also occasioned some controversy [11] and he has been criticized for going to Iraq to lecture and to advise Iraqis on constitutionalism and public policy. [12]

    A few edits from both sides resulted in the paragraph as it stands today:

    Palmer’s views on Iraq policy have proven controversial among libertarians. Although he opposed the decision to go to war with Iraq, he has been highly critical of some in the antiwar movement [7], and has been criticized in turn.[8] [9] After the invasion of Iraq, in April of 2004 Palmer argued that “Withdrawal is surely a proper goal. But only after something acceptable has been put in place of occupation.” [10] That stance also occasioned some controversy [11] and he has been criticized for going to Iraq to lecture and to advise members of the Iraqi parliament. [12] [13]

    “Rothbard” continued trying to revert a couple of phrases — for some reason still insisting on removing the words “some in” before “the antiwar movement,” on the theory that since Palmer has criticized Justin Raimondo and antiwar.com, as well as Jane Fonda, that he has denounced the entire antiwar movement. Never mind that he’s on record as praising others in the antiwar movement, or that Palmer’s own rationale for the criticism is that he sees them as being for the other side, rather than simply for peace. And this rationale doesn’t seem to be much of a stretch in the case of antiwar.com, since one of its senior editors said: “I will stand up proudly for it. I have cheered on men attacking US troops. I will continue to cheer any defeat US troops meet.”

    Palmer’s Wikipedia entry is currently being “protected” from further edits, while a moderator tries to convince everyone to submit to mediation. It’s telling that so far, all the editors who have tried to protect the entry from inaccurate defacing have agreed to mediation; “Rothbard” has not. Presumably, he realizes his distortions will be obvious with any kind of impartial scrutiny.

    A few contributors to the ongoing discussion seem sure that “Rothbard” is, in fact, Justin Raimondo. It’s impossible to be sure, of course, since “Rothbard” hasn’t identified himself as any particular real-life person. As I pointed out on the discussion page, though:

    His edit history is filled with tending to the entries of Justin Raimondo and antiwar.com (including correcting the year of Raimondo’s birth), and even in some of the other entries to which “Rothbard” has contributed, his edits have involved adding bibliographical references to Justin Raimondo books, or adding Murray Rothbard’s critique of Objectivism to the Objectivism entry. There’s nothing necessarily wrong with any of these edits, except that together they demonstrate that “Rothbard” brings a single point of view to Wikipedia, spreading it to every entry he touches — however much he might try to claim neutrality for himself. It hardly matters that “Rothbard” claims not to be Justin Raimondo, if he has so thoroughly devoted himself to Raimondo’s cause.

    Indeed, the IP address used by the “Rothbard” account traces to a DSL provider in Santa Clara, California — the Bay Area that Raimondo also calls home. It’s entirely possible that there’s a Justin Raimondo clone living in such close proximity to the real Raimondo . . . but it doesn’t seem likely.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (3)
    Uncanny Cloy
    September 19, 2005 — 1:22 pm

    Earlier this morning I was sitting here getting some work done while my dad was watching some show that he TiVo’d off of PBS called Celtic Woman. I’m pretty sure my dad dug it, but really . . . it was terrible. Imagine a vaguely Celtic-themed episode of The Lawrence Welk Show with the production style of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire and you’re well on your way to imagining the experience.

    I was entirely prepared to scrub the show from my memory until the final number caught my attention — a song apparently called “You Raise Me Up” (at least, that’s what they kept repeating in the lyrics) which seemed to me to be a blatant rip-off of “Danny Boy.” Almost exactly the same rhythm and cadences, and the melody differed only superficially (kind of like when a movie or TV show features a brief parody of another show, and so uses music that sounds almost exactly like the original show — except even though it’s a parody, copyright presumably keeps them from using the same note-for-note melody, so they fake it by going up a third instead of down a third, and so on).

    I did a quick Google search for both “you raise me up” and “danny boy,” to see what the connection was. Surprisingly, almost every page the search yielded was simply a listing for recordings in which both songs were featured. Nobody seemed to notice that it’s the same damn song. Except one. Jesse Walker pointed out the similarity in a Hit and Run entry about some schlocky flash animation commemorating 9/11 that featured the song:

    Who sings that song, and why did he leave out the part about Danny Boy?

    Down in the comments section, Jesse goes on to say:

    Every time I hear that song on the car radio, I leave it on because I think it’s going to be “Danny Boy.” About a minute in, I get really disappointed.

    So at least I’m in good company. But really, has nobody else made this connection before? It seemed completely obvious to me, as though it was a seriocomic parody of the original, or at least some kind of conscious tribute. Weird.

    (The link to the video from Jesse’s piece no longer works; the video’s creator didn’t have permission to use the Josh Groban recording of the song. But, for the curious, this seems to be the same thing, with the singer replaced. Shudder.)

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Epistolary Ethics
    September 18, 2005 — 1:28 pm

    Back on July 23, I wrote, “Someone once asked me how I determined the order of the ‘People I Know’ over on the right side of the page,” and listed the random criteria I used to determine the order. About a month later, I got an email message from my pal David Brown, which said:

    SOMEBODY???? How fleeting is fame, and memory! That was me! I asked that question! Where’s the credit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    (I removed 20 of those exclamation points — no fooling — to spare the poor tables on this page from overcrowding.)

    When I was writing that piece I almost quoted David’s email to me, with attribution. I’m always hesitant, though, about quoting personal email without first asking permission. I probably should’ve written to ask, but I was in the zone, ready to write, finish, and post that entry (which I’d been kicking around in the back of my mind for a long, long time), so I opted for the generic “someone” instead. But taking a cue from Hearst (wasn’t it him who supposedly said something about how you shouldn’t worry about getting a piece wrong — because the when you make an error and then publish a correction, you end up with two stories instead of just the one!) I’m using the incident to write yet another piece, this one about the dilemma of quoting from personal email.

    Is there any real protocol for quoting email? It seems like it could be seen as a real violation of privacy or friendship if you haven’t received permission in advance, at least while the person is alive (I’m sure someday we’ll be treated to anthologies of email correspondence sent by famous figures). This might be mitigated if the email message in question was sent to a public or semi-public discussion forum, and although I’ve only referred to email from such a forum, it still makes me vaguely uneasy to do so. It exposes someone’s writing in a context for which it wasn’t originally intended, and while in a way it’s not much different than quoting from an article that appeared in another place, email is different. Even if it’s in a discussion forum, and even if the content seems innocuous, there’s some small, perhaps unconscious, presumption of limited privacy among group participants in most such forums.

    It’s a little different quoting someone anonymously. I once quoted a work-related email message without attribution, along with my response. But the following day, I quoted my brother without permission. I wasn’t entirely sure whether he’d mind, but I figured I was on safe ground with that particular message since the message wasn’t about anything personal — and, after all, he’s my brother.

    In the blog entry that started this, I quoted email from Justin without explicit permission. But he’s basically like a brother too, and besides, he’s quoted far more embarrasing stuff by me. If I don’t complain, he doesn’t get to either.

    But not all friends and acquaintances are quite that close, so more discretion is warranted. I have blanket permission to quote email from Michael Malice, granted to me a couple years ago after I asked whether I could quote him for an entry about South Park:

    for future reference, feel free to quote me on the site unless I say otherwise.

    But I’m probably on shakier ground quoting email sent by my cousin Jake, particularly with the kind of fanboy attention some of his work has been receiving lately. I always like to talk about his job because it seems like one of the coolest gigs in the world to me, but I think he tends to prefer staying behind the scenes.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Here Comes the Flood
    September 1, 2005 — 1:39 pm

    I never know quite how to deal with tragedies like the destruction wrought by hurricane Katrina. It hits closer to home than tsunamis and hurricanes overseas, closer even than 9/11 — while I’ve never been to New York City, I’ve been to New Orleans twice, and enjoyed the hell out of the place each time. My brother spent a couple of years in Mississippi, for that matter. (I fully acknowledge my egocentric tendencies here.)

    But what to write, if anything? I don’t have any close friends or relatives down there. I don’t have any special insight into conditions there, or any particular ability to channel the grief of others. Anyone who might be willing to donate to relief funds will do so whether or not I chime in. But still, I watch footage of an entire city covered in water and feel like a callous bastard because I don’t really have anything to say — worse still that this thought keeps rising unbidden in the back of my mind: “I wonder if New Orleans will recover in time for next year’s Jazz Fest.”

    Yeah.

    At the very least, I can use this space to remind everyone not to fall prey to the bad economic ideas that proliferate, like wild mushrooms in a damp forest, every time a disaster occurs. Tom Palmer has a post about the broken window fallacy — the competely absurd idea that disasters are actually good for the economy because they spur industries central to reconstruction. And Russsell Roberts chimes in over at Cafe Hayek.

    Bumper Hornberger reminds us that price “gouging” is one of the best ways for the market to allocate goods and services to those who really need them during an emergency:

    The price system is nothing more than the intricate message-sending part of the free market. Skyrocketing prices send an urgent message to consumers: “Conserve!” and they (along with the prospect of high profits) send an equally urgent message to suppliers: “Supply!”

    When government officials impose mandatory price controls, they screw up this intricate messaging system. By enforcing artificially low prices, the wrong message is sent to consumers: “No need to conserve,” and the wrong message is sent to suppliers: “No need to supply.

    Already today I’ve heard reports that Georgia’s governer plans to strictly enforce the state’s anti-gouging laws. And not long after I heard this, President Bush appeared on TV railing against price gougers and requesting that people not buy gas if they don’t really need it. Idiots. If you want people to conserve, let the prices rise as high as consumers are willing to pay. If you keep the prices artificially lower than the gas is actually worth under these new market conditions, then people who don’t really need the gas will keep buying, causing shortages. This reminds me of a quote from Steven Landsburg’s Fair Play: What Your Child Can Teach You About Economics. I’m not sure where my copy is at the moment, but I found an online review that includes the quote (part of a passage in which Landsburg gives economic advice to his young daughter):

    “If you are ever in a position to sell water for $7 a gallon, I want you to sell water for $7 and not a penny less,” he writes, “That’s not because I want you to make a lot of money… It’s because it’s your social responsibility to get that water to those who need it most desperately, and if you charge less than the market will bear then the wrong people will claim the water.”

    This piece by Sheldon Richman from last year is also worth noting, as is this post, and this one, both by Don Boudreaux at Cafe Hayek. Cato’s Jerry Taylor and Peter VanDoren wrote a succint and effective defense of gouging in 2003. And here’s a nice paragraph from another gouging piece by John Lott:

    Stamping out “price-gouging” by hotels merely means that more of those fleeing the storm will be homeless. No one wants people to pay more for a hotel, but we all also want people to have some place to stay. As the price of hotel rooms rises, some may decide that they will share a room with others. Instead of a family getting one room for the kids and another for the parents, some will make do with having everyone in the same room. At high enough prices, friends or neighbors who can stay with each other will do so.

    Correct market prices allocate resources more efficiently. It’s a point that can’t be stressed enough, especially during emergencies.

    A few other notable links: Tyler Cowen on why more people didn’t leave town and Nola’s chances for recovery; Slate’s Daniel Gross puts the damage in perspective; the Reason Foundation‘s Adrian Moore takes on America’s counterproductive energy policies in light of the hindsight Katrina now provides; and Glenn Reynolds provides an array of donation possibilities for those who want to kick in.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    From Your Lips to . . . My Eyes
    August 31, 2005 — 1:50 pm

    Instead of just (briefly, and poorly) ripping off Michael Malice’s excellent web site Overheard in New York, I’d like to take a moment to recognize the amazing amount of attention and plaudits it’s been receiving in recent weeks. Not only have there been interviews (Air America Radio, The Brian Lehrer Show, Allentown’s Morning Call) and perceptive articles, but it’s received several best-of-the-web nods: TIME.com named it one of the 50 Coolest Websites of 2005; AOL News named it blog of the week back in July; VH1’s Best Week Ever Blog called it “the greatest site in existence.” As if that weren’t enough, late January sees the publication of an Overheard in New York book — just two months before Michael’s biography is published by Ballantine as the next American Splendor graphic novel.

    The most interesting of these, to me (outside of American Splendor, which I’m dying to read), is its appearance on TIME.com’s list — because this list also included Dooce, a “Hilarious personal blog by one Heather B. Armstrong of Salt Lake City, Utah, a whip-smart, sassy (and sometimes vulgar) stay-at-home mom.” As far as I know, I’ve never met Heather, but I used to see her husband perform all the time as keyboardist in a band called Swimpigs, the closest thing that happy valley had to avant/punk jazz à la Pigpen.

    I stumbled across Dooce for the first time about three months ago; somebody had linked to a post about poop, and like any good fecalphiliac, I took a gander. Poking around the site a little further, I came across a reference to her husband Jon Armstrong. “Hey, I used to listen to a band with a cool keyboard player named Jon Armstrong,” I thought. Then I noticed a reference to BYU. It didn’t take long to ascertain that her husband was the same guy I remembered, and they had both been students there at the same time as me. In fact, you can read about their first times meeting each other, in he said/she said style, a saga that includes a concert I attended in 1995: “The first time I ever saw Jon Armstrong was at a CD release party for the band Swimpigs, an acid jazz group for which he played keyboard.” Fun fun fun. In fact, somewhere out there I think there’s some home video footage of that concert, which includes some poorly-considered shots of me dancing (taken by one of the Numbs). If anyone finds it, just keep an eye out for the big dude up front, with the shaved head and knee-length black trenchcoat.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Overheard in My Parents’ Living Room
    August 31, 2005 — 12:28 pm

    Mom’s Home Care Worker (speaking to my dad): “Here’s all the information you need about the sausage fest.”

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Power Trip
    August 19, 2005 — 8:22 pm

    I’ve never had a delivery experience worse than the one I had two weeks ago with DHL. The incompetence of their service was almost astounding.

    It all started on the evening of Thursday, August 4, when my laptop’s power supply stopped working. It had been acting up for weeks, failing to provide power for a moment, then working again once I fiddled with the cable. Just a loose conneciton, I figured. But that night, it quit working for a couple hours straight, and I knew I needed a new one. My battery lasts for three hours or so, but not long enough to finish up all my work for that evening, let alone any longer.

    It was too late to pick up anything that night. Laptop power supplies are specific enough pieces of equipment that general computer parts stores like Best Buy and CompUSA were very unlikely to have what I needed in stock. And the biggest wrinkle — I was driving to Idaho early the next morning, taking my parents out to visit my sister at her new place in Caldwell. So I might not even have time to pick up a part at a local Toshiba service center before leaving town. It was also too late to order something online and have it reach Caldwell on Friday by overnight delivery. If I wanted to catch up on all my pending freelance work, I’d have to either pick up a power supply early the next morning at a local Toshiba service center, or find a place online that could send the part overnight on Friday, to reach Caldwell on Saturday.

    I checked online and found a Toshiba service center down in Tigard, and found that they opened at 7:30 a.m. So if I got an early start, I could pick up the part I needed and leave town for Idaho without falling too far behind schedule. But what if they didn’t have the part in stock? There was no Toshiba service center in Idaho as far as I could determine, so I might very well have to have the part delivered.

    As luck would have it, I managed to get my power supply working again later that night, after fiddling with it for about 45 minutes — finally finding the perfect spot to crimp the cable so that the wires once again passed power to my laptop. I held that crimp in place with about a dozen rubber bands, and hoped for the best. It wasn’t enough, though. It could quit working again at any moment, and I had to have a reliable backup.

    Late that Thursday night, I found several possibilities at CNet’s shopper.com, and kept them bookmarked for possible follow-up early Friday morning. And when the morning came, and I found out that the Toshiba service center didn’t have my part in stock and would have to order it themselves, I hit the web again. None of the places I tried listed an overnight Saturday delivery service, but I couldn’t let that stop me. Luckily, GetPartsOnline.com said over the phone that if I paid an extra fee, they could send it by FedEx later that day, for Saturday delivery to Caldwell, Idaho. Great. I ordered.

    I wasn’t too worried when they called my cell phone a little later, telling me that FedEx didn’t make Saturday deliveries to Caldwell, because they could send it with DHL instead, and I’d have my emergency delivery on schedule. I was a little more worried, though, when the Saturday spent at my sister’s new Idaho apartment passed into late afternoon without a knock on the front door, or, at least, a package left surreptitiously outside. I called DHL, who helpfully told me that they don’t make Saturday deliveries to Caldwell, but they’d have my delivery to me as soon as possible on Monday. But I was leaving town again early Monday morning, driving my parents back home. A Monday delivery to Caldwell wouldn’t work. So the operator asked me for a forwarding address, and she told me they could have it to my parents’ house in Vancouver, Washington, on Monday. This was already an unaccptable delay, but at least my crappy old power supply was still limping along. If I hadn’t stumbled upon my rubber band solution, I would have been screwed. Work had to get done. Freelance clients aren’t likely to be happy when I take a few full days off witihout advance warning.

    So I enjoyed the rest of the weekend, and got a bunch of work done (although using my cell phone’s bluetooth connection for Internet access on my laptop is almost unbearably slow — slower than I remember dialup being, even . . . all I can say is, thanks for making your unsecured wireless network accessible from your parking lot, Best Western!). On Monday, after my parents and I had spent a couple hours on the road back to the Portland area, my brother-in-law Joseph called, telling me that DHL had just tried to deliver my package to his place in Caldwell. Hmm. When I got back home, I called DHL and told them it was too late, and I no longer needed the package; my power cable was working fine for now, so I’d just pick a new one up from the local Toshiba service center after all. You dropped the ball, DHL. Twice. Please return to sender.

    But wouldn’t you know it — speak of the devil, and your power supply problems shall reappear. Within 15 minutes of making that call, the power supply stopped working again, and try as I might I couldn’t recrimp the cable successfully. The Toshiba service center would still have to order the new power supply if I went that route, but perhaps I could still get my rogue DHL package delivered to Vancouver the next day. I called DHL again.

    I asked them to cancel the “return to sender” request I had made in haste. No problem, they told me. I asked them why my package was still in Idaho, when they had told me two days earlier that they’d send it on to Vancouver. Apparently, in order for a delivery to be rerouted the sender has to fax DHL with approval, and with the new delivery address. Which is absolutely retarded. How can the sender know whether delivery conditions have changed since they sent the thing off? But DHL wouldn’t budge. So I called GetPartsOnline.com to find out if they could fax DHL with the necessary authorization. The guy who answered the phone told me that it was late (close to 8:30 p.m. on the east coast, where his office is apparently located), and he was the only one still there. The fax wouldn’t be a problem, he said, just call back in the morning and they’ll arrange everything.

    But I needed to receive this package in the morning, I pointed out. A fax sent the next day wouldn’t do me much good. So he kindly offered to help out — if I could get DHL to fax him the form he needed to fill out, he’d fax it back to them. Yay. I called DHL again, and spoke with a new operator — my fourth DHL operator since Saturday. I recapped my situation, and asked her to fax the necessary form to the guy at GetPartsOnline.com. “You shouldn’t be doing any of this,” she told me, seemingly puzzled that I might take an interest in how soon I receive my emergency delivery. “This should all be done by the sender.” Well, the sender doesn’t know that the address needs to be changed unless I tell them, and — friendly and helpful though he was — the one guy at the sender’s office clearly wasn’t interested in shepherding the package through DHL’s arcane set of procedures. If I wanted to get this thing delivered, I’d have to make sure it got done myself.

    So I gave GetPartsOnline.com‘s fax number to the DHL operator, and asked her for the number to which the sender should send his completed form. She gave me the fax number for an Idaho DHL center, where the package was still located. Alrighty. I called the GetPartsOnline.com dude again and told him to look for the fax.

    Several minutes later, he called back and told me that DHL had sent him the wrong form. It was the type of form you fill out to allow DHL to leave a package at your door without a signature, apparently, and had nothing to do with rerouting a delivery to a new address. Sigh. Another call to DHL, another operator to join in the fun. After my sob story in a nutshell, the new operator told me that there was no form for rerouting a package. They just needed a general written authorization on GetPartsOnline.com‘s letterhead. I asked her for the correct fax number, just to doublecheck, and she gave me an Oregon number this time. Was she sure it shouldn’t be an Idaho number? After all, the package was still in Idaho. No, she was sure. He should fax it to an Oregon DHL center, because that’s where the package was headed. Suspicious, I called the GetPartsOnline.com guy again, and told him to fax it to both numbers, just to cover all bases. He was OK with that, and we parted telephonic company for good.

    So the next day, after late morning had come and gone without a delivery, I checked the package’s routing number on DHL’s web site, which listed the package’s current location as Caldwell, Idaho. Still. And, better yet, it had been marked as “return to sender.” Apparently my first hasty phone call from the previous evening had been a critical mistake; their promise to reverse the “return to sender” request had not come to fruition. At least they hadn’t actually shipped it back to the sender yet — just marked it that way. Yet another call to DHL, and I finally got a guy who called the Idaho DHL center and asked them to head down the hall, grab my package, and personally set it aside for delivery to the correct address. I asked him about the whole fax fiasco. Apparently, the operator who told me the GetPartsOnline.com guy needed to send his fax to Oregon had no idea what she was talking about. As I suspected. They promised me an early-morning Wednesday delivery. I told them they needed to refund part, or perhaps all, of the delivery cost. He agreed, but pointed out that any refund would go to GetPartsOnline.com. If I wanted to see a piece of the refund, I’d have to get it from them.

    They finally pulled through with the Wednesday delivery, and I received my new emergency power supply three business days late. All was well, finally, more or less. Justin was arriving for a two-week visit later that night, so things were looking up. When it was time to meet Justin at the airport, I left home for about an hour, and when I came home again, my laptop screen had gone black, and displayed a command-line error message: “IDE #0 Error”. I couldn’t revive the thing, and took it to the very Toshiba service center I had almost patronized so recently. When they finally got back to me on Tuesday, they told me the hard drive had crashed beyond their ability resuscitate (which had nothing to do with the power supply fiasco), and if I wanted my data I’d need to send it to a data recovery specialist, which can run a couple thousand dollars, apparently. I’ll probably end up doing that, eventually — it was bad enough losing data integral to my freelance jobs, but there was some priceless stuff on there I hadn’t gotten around to backing up, as well. Including a bajillion adorable photos of my niece and nephews. So if anybody knows of a cheap, reliable data recovery specialist, don’t keep it to yourself.

    So I spent a hundred bucks on a computer part that’s now useless to me. The kicker? I still haven’t gotten a shipping refund, or even a partial refund, from GetPartsOnline.com. They’re not even answering my email. Lame.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Don’t Be Hatin’
    July 23, 2005 — 3:26 am

    Someone once asked me how I determined the order of the “People I Know” over on the right side of the page. This was (part of) my response:

    Back when I first made out that list, the order was determined by a complex heuristic algorithm whose workings I pulled right out of my ass. The three weighted variables:

    1. How well do I know this person?
    2. How much do I like the content?
    3. Is the site updated very often?

    I only included variables that were exactly the same length typed, as you can see.

    It’s no coincidence that Tom Palmer ended up so very near the top. I don’t know him nearly as well as some of the people on my list (and I actually know him better than a few others), but it’s no stretch to say that Tom was one of the primary influences on my libertarian development (primary, that is, in terms of people I’ve actually conversed with at length, rather than in terms of the bajillion libertarian books I’ve read). I look back on my internship at the Cato Institute as one of the most intellectually stimulating times of my life, and the weekly lunchtime discussion seminars that Tom held with the interns were always engaging.

    The reason I bring this up is that Tom has been making waves in the online libertarian world for quite a while now, taking on what he calls The Fever Swamp, exemplified by some of the views of and writings by people associated with lewrockwell.com and Justin Raimondo.

    I’ve never been a fan of these guys, and I rarely visit their web sites — except when someone passes a link to me. This is partly because I’ve never really known anyone else who was a fan of Rockwell & Raimondo, and partly because I’ve known several people who actively dislike them. I’ve read a few interesting things over at lewrockwell.com over the years, even more at The Mises Institute, but never anything that held my interest enough to make these sites a habit.

    Just because I’m not a fan, though, doesn’t mean I dislike all the people involved. Casey Khan is a great guy, I’ve enjoyed a great many of the Rod Long pieces I’ve read, I’ve always admired Ralph Raico, and I’ve had some very pleasant email exchanges with Karen De Coster. I could go on.

    But read a few of Tom’s posts about things going on in the Lew Rockwell/Justin Raimondo camp, and it’s very difficult to say he doesn’t have a point or two hundred. At the very least, there seems to be a remarkable amount of bigotry going on at the edges, if not the center, of all this. (I myself have written about Hans Herman Hoppe’s anti-immigration views, and while these aren’t inherently bigoted, they’re views that bigots would find quite compatible with their own. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, to quote “Seinfeld,” but it makes me uneasy all the same.)

    Naturally, the denizens of the “fever swamp” haven’t taken this lying down. Columns aplenty have been devoted to tearing apart Tom’s assertions, and making plenty of their own in return. A few people have even devoted a blog entirely to Palmer-trashing. Others have spent bytes tearing down almost every libertarian institution I’ve admired or been a part of — Liberty, U.S. Term Limits (albeit in concept rather than by name), The Cato Institute (one example among many), Reason, etc. I realize that some of these pieces criticize specific views, or other pieces in particular, and not necessarily institutions as such. But by emphasizing points of disagreement, it often seems that the various corners of the libertarian movement are more diametrically opposed than they really are.

    In short, this all seems much nastier than it needs to be, from all involved. There appears to be quite a bit of personal animosity involved, reaching decades back in some cases, and I can’t pretend to understand it all. But there seems little point in so thoroughly personalizing a conflict over ideas — almost as if the person making a point is more important than the point being made.

    This is one reason I’ve always liked Rod Long’s take on the entire mess (part deux here). Rod has friends in and affiliations with both Cato and the Mises Institute, and he can see where each side is coming from — even where he doesn’t agree. I gather there’s a lot more common ground here than it often seems. Although I’m siding with Tom Palmer in general (as though taking sides mattered, or even more to the point, whether anyone cared which side I’m on), I have to say I like the conciliatory approach. Make the argument about the ideas.

    Last August, Justin (Stoddard, not Raimondo) asked me for my opinion:

    I know you’ve filled me in in the past but could you give me your honest opinion of Tom Palmer? Has he given Lew Rockwell and his ilk a reason for their bitchiness? For example, this link:
    [Link]

    Nearly every entry says something negative about Tom Palmer. It also drives me crazy how they always use the word “smear” when someone disagrees with them. Thomas DiLorenzo is infamous for this.

    So I gave it to him. My response was more specifically about this piece by Tom on the Habsburg Dynasty, Ralph Raico’s response, Tom’s counter-response, and some bitching about it all over at lewrockwell.com. I took a somewhat less conciliatory approach than Rod Long did, and I’d almost certainly write this differently today than I did almost a year ago (which, I suppose, is one of the reasons for the lengthy preceding preamble). And I realize I almost certainly got the “ideological alliance” stuff below wrong, at least in part — people associated with lewrockwell.com have made it quite clear that they don’t always agree with all of the views of the people who write for the site, and that there’s quite a bit of diversity in the views over there, as there would be in any large enterprise with a wide range of contributors. My own discomfort with some of the fringe views in question doesn’t change that.

    But I now present my response to Justin below — unedited, save for turning a hyperlink I pasted directly into the body of the email message into an embedded link, so I don’t break the tables on this page.

    From: Eric D. Dixon
    To: Justin M. Stoddard
    Subject: Re: Tom Palmer vs. Lew Rockwell
    Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 15:30 -0400

    Tom Palmer is brilliant, no question. I like Tom DiLorenzo too (at least his book on Lincoln) and Ralph Raico, but all this Palmer-trashing is much ado about nothing. They’re talking past each other.

    You’re right that DiLorenzo was incorrectly accusing Palmer of a smear. DiLorenzo says Palmer was “attempting to smear the Mises Institute for inviting the gentlemanly and scholarly Karl von Habsburg to a conference” — but, in fact, this is not true. Palmer was simply pointing out that the Habsburg monarchy was not historically a champion of liberty as Lew Rockwell claimed it to be. I mean, Rockwell explicitly tried to paint Franz Joseph as a guy attempting to promote classical liberalism and the gold standard: “The Emperor Franz Joseph ennobled Mises’ father, hired Carl Menger to teach classical liberalism to Crown Prince Rudolf, made Menger a member of the House of Lords, and appointed Eugen von Böhm-Bawerk twice as Finance Minister, to institute and strengthen the gold standard. Mises himself was decorated three times for bravery under fire as an artillery officer in the emperor’s army.”

    There’s nothing at all wrong with having Habsburg come to their conference. It’s just this misrepresentation of history Palmer objected to — and the history of classical liberalism is Palmer’s strong suit.

    DiLorenzo says that Raico “really kicked Tom Palmer’s ass in that exchange posted by Lew. Palmer’s ‘last word’ addressed none — NONE — of Ralph’s main points, but only spewed hatred and bile at Lew and Hans Hoppe. He comes off as an intemperate fool, in contrast to Ralph’s terrific scholarship.” But this is ridiculous. Raico’s piece is very good, true, but Raico himself doesn’t respond to Palmer’s article until the very end. And Raico doesn’t address the fact that Palmer’s primary objection was not to Habsburg, or even the Habsburg monarchy, but to Rockwell’s *characterization* of the Habsburg monarchy. And I’m sure Palmer wouldn’t have minded the fact that Rockwell omitted some of the nastier aspects of the Habsburg monarchy in his statement — as Raico said: “The unpleasant episodes in the record of the 700-year-old dynasty he tactfully ignored.” Tactful omission in and of itself wouldn’t have made Palmer take notice, or object. And neigher would inviting Habsburg to their conference. It’s the presentation of the Habsburgs specifically as friends and promoters of early Austrian ideas of liberty that Palmer objected to. Because it’s simply not true. This objection is the foundation of Palmer’s piece.

    So the Rockwell crowd’s later posts trying to paint a contrast between Palmer’s “smear” of Habsburg and Cato’s “embrace” of Putin doesn’t hold up in any sense — because Palmer never smeared Habsburg (or the fact he was being invited to a conference), and because Cato’s invitation for Putin to speak at their own conference in no way constitutes an “embrace”.

    This is a weakness of the Rockwell crowd — the whole lot of them have this weakness, as far as I can tell. It’s either love or hate with them. If they invite someone to their conference, they have to paint it as an ideological alliance. If someone criticizes the arrangement in some way, it then has to be a “smear” on the nature of the alliance. Similarly, they then see Cato’s invitation to Putin as an ideological alliance, because that’s the way they think. It wouldn’t occur to them that it might be a good idea to invite Putin to speak at a Russian conference about the future of Russia simply because he’ll have interesting and relevant things to say — things that remain interesting and relevant even if they disagree with EVERY SINGLE THING that comes out of his mouth. Cato invites speakers who can provide some particular view or perspective that might be valuable when considering a set of ideas from a variety of angles — not because they’re trying to demonstrate ideological alliance.

    Incidentally, this is a perfect example of the maxim that people who criticize others tend to reveal more about themselves than about the targets of their criticism.

    When I was a Cato intern, Michael Malice and I went out for pizza with Tom Palmer and David Boaz after we saw Ayn Rand: A Sense of Life at the DC film festival. During our conversation, I asked why Cato had invited Alan Greenspan to speak at their monetary conference even though just three months earlier Ed Crane had blasted Greenspan in a page-long article in Cato’s Policy Report. They hesitated for a moment, and I suggested “Is it because Cato agrees with him on some issues but disagrees with him on others?”

    “Bingo!” Tom said, with a big smile on his face, and reached out to shake my hand, as congratulations for discovering such an obvious answer… :) David went on to say that “Cato has no permanent friends and no permanent enemies.” Inviting Greenspan to speak wasn’t a sign of ideological alliance in any way. It’s just ’cause he’d have interesting things to say. (Incidentally, Michael wouldn’t order the “Meatles” pizza that I suggested getting that night — “I refuse to eat food that’s a pun,” he said. But that’s another story.)

    And as for the thing about Palmer misquoting the Constitution…. it’s definitely fun for youngsters to show up an expert, and there’s nothing wrong with playing it up with a wink. But it’s not indicative of Tom’s intelligence or scholarship. Some of the most brilliant people can get details wrong when they’re put on the spot — it’s their grasp of concepts and ideas and how they fit together that determines their brilliance, not their ability to rattle off facts. Nothing wrong with knowing all the facts, but I’d be more inclined to listen to someone who has engaging theories about putting those facts in context.

    And Palmer is up front about the times he does misquote. Like in this blog entry, for example:

    [Link]

    I wrote on the topic after 9-11 and gave an impromptu talk on “Why they Hate Us” at a Cato event shortly after 9-11 and before President Bush’s speech to the nation. (I mention that the talk was “impromptu” since I was asked to give it on very short notice and spent the afternoon doing research on the interet and gathering information from online libraries and a few books I had with me. And, yes, I did misquote the U.S. Constitution as using the phrase “necessary and appropriate” when it should have been “necessary and proper.” Oops.)

    Ultimately, I think the Rockwell crowd’s hatred of Palmer stems from its hatred of Cato and, more generally, its hatred of libertarians who actually do the heavy lifting of working toward incremental advances in liberty. The Rockwellians see this incremental approach as compromise — betrayal of a pure libertarian vision. But we live in a non-libertarian world, dude, and anyone who’s working for a little bit more freedom is my pal. And you can work to make the world a better place in baby steps even while you hold a radical vision of what the world *should* be like as your ideal. You have to have an ideal to know which direction you want to go, but if you don’t actually take any steps to get there, well… you won’t get any closer to your ideal. So maybe Cato is compromising its libertarian principles by actually trying to inject the principles of liberty into public debate, and influence public policy in relatively realistic (if, still, mostly improbable) ways. But the most hardcore libertarians I’ve ever met worked at Cato — and Tom Palmer is one of them.

    So that’s what I think. Tom Palmer rules. Don’t be hatin’.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (2)
    Dearth of Laksa
    June 24, 2005 — 8:25 pm

    One of the first things I did when I got back to Portland was search online for Malaysian food in Portland — specifically, curry laksa noodle soup. I became obsessed with this stuff while living in DC, as previous entries make abundantly clear. After first growing to love one particular version at a pan-Asian restaurant in Dupont Circle, and suddenly finding that restaurant had closed, I went on a citywide search for more. Straits of Malaya likes to say that laksa is kind of like the Malaysian version of chicken noodle soup . . . and the way they prepare it, it’s about as interesting. The pan-Asian spot at Union Station and the Mandarin Inn in Alexandria both had strangely sweet/tangy versions of laksa that were full of green beans. They tasted OK, I guess, but really . . . no, thanks. Malaysia Kopitiam‘s laksa is rich and spicy, the most filling and complex version I’ve had. I originally thought that Malaysia Kopitiam’s laksa wasn’t as good as the first bowl I fell in love with, but I grew to like it the most. See, I found a pan-Asian chain in DC and Arlington, Cafe Asia, that turned out to have very similar laksa to the first variety I tried. But by then, I had already grown to appreciate Malaysia Kopitiam’s full, flavorful version. So although Cafe Asia’s laksa was tasty, there was really no going back.

    In Portland there doesn’t appear to be nearly as many choices. In fact, so far I’ve found exactly one: Taste of Bali, across the street from the downton Hilton. I ate there for the first time a couple weeks ago, and while I might have been impressed with their food a few years ago when my dining habits included frequent trips to Panda Express, the laksa wasn’t much more than a letdown. Soggy noodles, fatty chicken, far too light on the curry, not much complexity in the composition of the broth, etc. I had some chicken curry there a few days ago, which was better, but still . . . I really miss Malaysia Kopitiam. I’ve found a few pan-Asian listings in Portland, which I’ll try before long, but none of them have laksa on the menu, as far as I’ve been able to determine. I mean, I’d gladly take something akin to the Cafe Asia version of laksa, too. There’s amazing Vietnamese food in Portland, since we have such a large Vietnamese population here, but the Malaysian food is sorely lacking.

    Today it occurred to me that I should try looking for laksa in Seattle. I don’t get up there often, but I’m sure I can find an excuse for the occasional trip. The results seem promising: Malay Satay Hut. Wild Ginger, Red Crane, and a little stall at the Maunakea Marketplace called Triple One, all crying out for a trip north.

    After a little more exploring at the blog which provided that review of Triple One above, I found this entry about a trip to Singapore. In Tyler Cowen’s excellent Ethnic Dining Guide for the DC area, Tyler mentions this in his review of Malaysia Kopitiam:

    You can’t go wrong with Malaysian food, but once you know its peaks, all these places are disappointments. I love Malay and Malaysian food, but not in the U.S. This place is OK, but best for those who don’t know the real thing.

    Since I’m thinking that Malaysia Kopitiam serves some of the best food I’ve ever eaten, I can only imagine how much I might enjoy a trip to Singapore. I’ve never been particularly interested in travel — when I go somewhere, I generally go to see people, not places. But a trip to Singapore, just for the food? I can see myself doing that . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Paean to Plunder
    June 11, 2005 — 10:29 pm

    Via the Pho list, I’ve just read this piece by Glenn McDonald, a music enthusiast and frequent reviewer/essayist who has apparently “been one of the staunchest defenders of [the music industry’s] copyrights ever since the virtualization of music distribution began to challenge them.” Now he’s enumerating the reasons he’s started stealing music.

    Some of them seem pretty hard to justify, if you believe that intellectual property can be considered property as such, but others seem pretty sensible. For example, his download of an Idlewild album that’s been available in Europe for months but hasn’t yet hit the U.S. market. I’ve done something like this myself.

    I’ve downloaded very few movies in my time, but the ones I’ve grabbed have been for very particular reasons (and in every case, I’ve either gone to see them in theaters or purchased them on DVD later on). For example, after Dogville debuted at the Cannes Film Festival, and I read preliminary reports about it, I wanted to see it right away. I waited . . . and waited . . . and with the U.S. release date still uncertain, I decided to download it. Did this constitute theft of intellectual property? I suppose so. Does it matter, though, that I saw it in a theater twice after it finally appeared in U.S. theaters, then bought the DVD?

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    A Bloc of Buster
    May 30, 2005 — 11:48 am

    This morning I stumbled across this book review of a Buster Keaton biography. A couple years ago, I bought an 11-disc DVD set of Buster Keaton’s films, but never got around to wading through the entire collection. Passages like this make me eager to get started again:

    In this spiffy new biography, Edward McPherson is especially good at describing the ingenuity at the heart of Keaton’s career. Consider an early, two-reel tour de force, “The Playhouse.” A precursor to the restaurant scene in “Being John Malkovich,” the film is all Buster, almost all the time. That is, the playhouse audience is composed of nothing but Busters — every man, woman and child. Same with the orchestra: Buster after Buster after Buster. And when the curtain goes up, here come the Buster Keaton Minstrels, nine cavorting replicas of guess who.

    As McPherson explains, for the on-stage sequence Keaton in effect split the screen into nine fragments, one for each minstrel, “courtesy of a custom-designed shuttered lightproof casing that fit over the camera. . . . To create the minstrels, the shutters simply were opened one at a time, with the film rewound in between. However, mechanical precision was not enough. It took the steady arm of cameraman Elgin Lessley — the human metronome — to crank each exposure at exactly the same speed. And then — to achieve onscreen synchronicity — Buster had to give nine flawless, identical performances. . . . One slipup — by anyone, on any take — would ruin the strip of film, and with it all the previous work.” To see how fiendishly well Keaton and Lessley collaborated, rent “The Playhouse” from your video store and be wowed.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Pastel Palabras
    May 28, 2005 — 11:57 pm

    I just noticed that Kimberly posted a blog entry about a graphic I designed for her a few weeks ago. Apparently people are snatching up all the T-shirts that were printed with this graphic, which is kinda cool, even though it doesn’t particularly jibe with my own aesthetic sensibility.

    Basically, I was given a set of brief imperative phrases — “live fully,” “seek serenity,” “laugh often,” etc. — and was asked to “put it in a cute image,” so I decided on the font faces, sizes, colors, staggered placement, and the little stars scattered around the sides. The colors have actually changed to fit the site‘s pastel color scheme, but I like the original colors better.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Makin’ the Scene
    May 26, 2005 — 5:09 am

    I went to see The Tiptons (an amazing all-girl saxophone quartet) at the Goodfoot Lounge last week. I’ve seen them before (back when they were still calling themselves The Billy Tipton Memorial Saxophone Quartet), but Amy Denio was taking a break from the band back then. She’s playing with the Tiptons again now, though, and is as amazing as ever. As was Jessica Lurie, who is (I think) the one member of the quartet who’s remained a member from the beginning, and the other new members.

    As I mentioned before, in a list of the albums that most influenced my musical tastes, I’ve been a fan of Amy Denio since the late ’80s, when I was in high school. This was only the second time I’ve seen her live — the first time was when I saw her playing with the Tone Dogs at the Portland Mayor’s Ball in 1988 or so. I’d never heard of her before, and I had planned to just stay for a song or two before leaving to catch a different band in another part of the Coliseum, but I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t even look away . . . I was mesmerized. To this day, I’d put their album Ankety Low Day on my short list of favorite CDs of all time.

    Although the Tone Dogs haven’t played together for a long time, they apparently remain friends — because the Tone Dogs’ bassist, Fred Chalenor, was also at the Goodfoot show the other night, opening for the Tiptons in a band called Klezmocracy (with more free jazz influences than klezmer influences, it seemed — although I’m not complaining). Fred has also been in a bunch of bands I love — Pigpen, Caveman Shoestore/Hughscore, Zony Mash, and Faceditch. So it was a nice surprise to see him at the show too. Courtney von Drehle played saxophone for Klezmocracy, and he also spent a little time in the Tone Dogs lineup back in the day.

    Man, I love being back in Portland. This kinda show would have never happened in DC . . .

    I’ve hit several other shows since I got back to town: Pigface and MC Chris at Dante’s (I’d bet good money I was the only person at the Pigface show reading Aaron Steelman’s interview with Thomas Schelling on a cell phone browser between sets; also, I talked to MC Chris briefly after his show, and he knows my cousin Jake from their time working together at Adult Swim), Paula Poundstone, Victor Wooten and Bill Frisell at the Aladdin Theater (Bill Frisell’s show was earlier tonight! And amazing as always).

    And actually, one of the first things I did after finishing my cross-country drive back home to Portland was fly to New Orleans for the first weekend of this year’s Jazz Fest. I originally thought I’d be hanging out with anywhere from two to 12 other people that weekend. My brother-in-law Dan and his best friend Dave should have been a shoo-in, and I figured some of the other guys who joined us for last year’s trip might make it this time as well. My sister Michelle entertained the thought of coming with her kids. Some friends of mine in Orlando were planning to come. So I reserved a big hotel room with a couple of double beds, and guess who joined me? Yup. Nobody. They all ended up backing out for various reasons.

    I had a great time anyway, though, catching dozens of zydeco, dixieland & brass bands at the fairgrounds, as well as the original Meters reunion show, and the Neville Brothers at the Hard Rock Cafe. I ate a hell of a lot of seafood again this year, too. All I can say is: Anthony’s Seafood & Lobster House? Yum.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    The West is the Best
    April 16, 2005 — 11:45 pm

    I guess I should probably mention the fact that I’ve moved. Or, rather, am in the process of moving. I left DC nine days ago with a heavy heavy carload of stuff (I also shipped about 20 boxes and filled a dumpster and a half or so on my own). From there, it was two nights in Chicago with Travers, dinner in Gridley, Illinois, with my old roommate Doug Brocco, two nights in St. Louis with Justin, a night stranded at a motel in Colby, Kansas, waiting out a freak Colorado snowstorm that blocked all roads to Denver, a couple nights in Ft. Collins with my brother Stephen, and now the third of my four nights in Idaho visiting various friends and relatives (Jon Jensen in Victor, Dave McDowell in Montpelier, and my grandma & other extended family in the Boise area). Tomorrow I drive back to Portland.

    I’ve had a great time, but I’m ready to settle down again. And I don’t imagine I’ll ever move away from the Portland area on a long-term basis again . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Ditching the Uncanny Valley
    March 7, 2005 — 4:39 am

    Check out this short computer-animated film. I’m not at all sure what’s going on here, but the CG animation is amazing. I can’t think of a better example of computer-animated faces, although it seems CG footsteps are still beyond the scope of even the best efforts at realism.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    That’s What Uncle Remus Said
    February 24, 2005 — 12:13 am

    Disney is finally releasing Song of the South on DVD next year. When I was a kid I had a Brer Rabbit record that I listened to all the time, and was always bummed I never had a chance to see the film. Loathe to pay $50 for a bootleg copy, I finally tracked down and downloaded a copy online a couple years ago. As the article I linked to above points out, most of the movie is pretty yawn-inducing, although the cartoons are as fresh as ever — aside from the whole condescending-racist-stereotype aspect, of course.

    The DVD release will apparently include a raft of special features designed to reassure modern viewers that, yes, Disney is much more racially sensitive today. And that’s fine, really, although it’s hard to imagine modern viewers aren’t savvy enough figure out on their own that old films will often have radically different sensibilities that don’t reflect modern piety.

    I always think it’s a good move to make this kind of material available, and not just in the sense that parts of the movie are still worth watching. Critics as cultural gatekeepers, and businessmen worried about a financial backlash, always seem worried that the unwashed masses aren’t bright enough to take non-PC culture from our past in stride for what it is, a cultural artifact — instead assuming that we’ll either succumb to the less-enlightened views of our forebears or accuse the companies who rerelease movies like Song of the South of profiting from racism. And, granted, these concerns aren’t entirely unfounded in a culture that sometimes can’t distinguish between racist humor and satire about racist attitudes.

    But I think suppressing distasteful examples of pop culture from previous eras is more likely to make us forget some of our history, causing us to repeat it in clueless new ways. We can find value in movies like Song of the South both by recognizing their artistic merits, and their cautionary examples.

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    “Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul?”
    February 18, 2005 — 1:11 am

    Well, Google may be able to do that before long, if they keep building killer apps like their new map service, which I’ve just discovered via Tim Lee. Wow. After five minutes, I’ve decided it’s indispensable. There’s no going back.

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    I’m Alive, Really
    February 12, 2005 — 11:59 pm

    Argh. Every week, I think I’ll get around to writing something. Here it is, another Saturday night, and I haven’t written a thing. Sorry ’bout that.

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    Bartok & South Park
    January 15, 2005 — 11:58 pm

    Penn and Teller don’t update their road essays very frequently . . . but when they do, they’re always worth reading. Two recent entries by Teller (first, second) detail the story behind an intimate two-day concert of Bartok quartets performed by the Colorado Quartet, an affair Teller originally organized for himself and a few friends, but opened up some pricey tickets to the public to share the music and help fund the event. I received a notice about the concert a few days before it happened; I wish I could have gone.

    Penn recently published his annual year end list — not a best-of list, exactly, but a breakdown of the show business-type stuff he saw and experienced throughout the year. He includes on his list the fact that he saw a video of Team America, “unfinished with Trey singing and acting it out”. Penn & Teller once gave a nod to South Park on their own TV show, Bullshit!, but it’s cool to know Penn is this much of a fan:

    This year was a LOT of South Park. I don’t think there are smarter people alive. Every one of these shows takes my breath away. Genius. Real, no kidding genius.

    Maybe it’s a little too circle-jerky for a libertarian (me) to celebrate the fact that another libertarian (Penn) is such a big fan of a couple other libertarians (Trey & Matt) . . . but I’ve been such a big fan of them all for so long, it’s nice to see them digging each other.

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    Apparently, Weird Books Are Fictitious
    January 2, 2005 — 8:57 am

    When I have several days in a row during which I don’t have to be anywhere at any particular time, I tend to stay up later and later, and sleep in longer to match. It’s mid-morning and most normal people are awake by now, or soon to be. I have yet to fall asleep.

    In an effort to kill a few more minutes before I make an attempt at unconsciousness, I present you with a little something I overheard last night on the way back to my car after seeing Beyond the Sea:

    Guy #1: (noticing a Son of the Mask poster on an outside theater wall) “The Mask is Back. Uh oh . . .
    Guy #2: “You know who’s not in that?”
    Guy #1: “Yeah. You know that really weird movie he’s in now?”
    Guy #2: “Lemony Snicket?”
    Girl: “A Series of Unfortunate Events?”
    Guy #2: “It’s not that weird. It’s based on a book.”

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    Home for the Holidays
    December 25, 2004 — 11:46 pm

    Another Christmas in Portland (well, Vancouver, Washington, actually . . . but it’s just across the river). I think I’ve spent every Christmas here in the Portland area since I was born, except for two of them — my first Christmas, when I was a month and a half old, I probably spent in Utah (or maybe Boise; I’ll have to ask). And when I was 20 years old I spent Christmas in Florida, during my tenure as a Mormon missionary. Most missionaries miss two Christmases, but I asked if I could leave a month early to get ready for my return to college in January 1994, and ended up making it home in time for Thanksgiving, let alone Christmas.

    It may be unbearably sappy to admit, but there’s not much I’d rather do than hang out with my family. Holiday reunions don’t come nearly often enough . . .

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    Bits & Pieces
    December 11, 2004 — 11:58 pm

    I’d be remiss if I didn’t point you to the newly-published American Splendor anthology by Harvey Pekar; Our Movie Year features a story about the one and only Michael Malice. I haven’t picked it up yet, and for the life of me I can’t imagine why. I’ll have to go grab it tomorrow. Also, one of Michael’s web sites, Overheard in New York, was recently cited by Richard Roeper in the Chicago Sun-Times. Maybe it’s time he expanded the franchise to other big cities, before someone else steals the idea . . .

    Right after I went to see The Incredibles for the first time, early last month, I came home and ran a Google search cross-referencing Brad Bird and Ayn Rand. It turns out I wasn’t the only one to sense a connection. David M. Brown has done the work of sorting out all the various references on the web, and posting them in his excellent Laissez Faire Books blog. The references cross several entries throughout the blog’s November archive; start here, and scroll up to catch them all.

    The first four-disc volume of The 21st Century Guide to King Crimson is out, waiting to puncture your eardrums. A perfect starter for those who don’t have all the original albums and live releases — and even if you do, you may have my kinda OCD, which will compel you to buy it anyway. At any rate, it’s newly-mastered, and has a little previously unreleased material.

    On that note, I recently put together a King Crimson mix disc to give to a young metalhead friend who didn’t know about King Crimson and its huge influence on generations of metal bands. I’ve been listening to it constantly, myself, much like the Henry Threadgill mix I put together for my sister last year. Here’s the track listing, for the curious:

    1. “Vrooom Vrooom / Coda: Marine 475” (7:15)
      Vrooom Vrooom: Live in Mexico City, 1996
    2. “Happy With What You Have to Be Happy With” (3:52)
      Happy With What You Have to Be Happy With, 2002
    3. “21st Century Schizoid Man” (6:54)
      In the Court of the Crimson King, 1969
    4. “Easy Money” (5:57)
      The Nightwatch: Live at the Amsterdam Concertgebouw, 1973
    5. “FraKctured” (8:26)
      Heavy ConstruKction: Live in Europe, 2000
    6. “Thela Hun Ginjeet” (6:21)
      Discipline, 1981
    7. “Level Five” (7:08)
      The Power to Believe, 2003
    8. “Into the Frying Pan” (6:08)
      Heavy ConstruKction: Live in Europe, 2000
    9. “Red” (6:02)
      Vrooom Vrooom: Live in Mexico City, 1996
    10. “The Talking Drum / Larks’ Tongues in Aspic: Part 2” (11:25)
      Live in Central Park, NYC, 1974
    11. “Larks’ Tongues in Aspic (Part IV)” (10:21)
      Happy With What You Have to Be Happy With, 2002

    I had to trim & fade applause before & after live tracks, and omit the standard two-second pauses between tracks to make it all fit.

    In other news, it’s been about a month and a half since Justin last wrote in this blog. Why? I wish I could tell you.

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    I, Hacker
    November 27, 2004 — 11:42 pm

    I started writing this entry in Clemson, SC, on Sunday — but didn’t finish before heading to Atlanta, GA, to visit some cousins and my aunt Nancy. I spent another few minutes on this entry in a Pittsburgh airport, waiting to fly to St. Louis, which is where I am now . . . spending another happy Thanksgiving weekend with Justin, Tiffany and their kids.

    My sister called me last Saturday morning (about five minutes before my alarm clock went off, conicidentally) and told me that a few of my relatives were having a pre-Thanksgiving get-together in Atlanta . . . so I decided to play hooky from work on Monday and head down for the weekend. Clemson, which is where my sister and her family live, is about an hour and a half from Atlanta.

    I couldn’t leave right away, since I was scheduled to record Common Sense at Paul’s apartment for what should have been the last time, if all goes well. We started the Common Sense stuff around 11:00, and finished around 5:00. Then I went to Home Depot to buy some hacksaw blades.

    You see, when my sister & her family first moved to Clemson, they left most of their furniture behind in Utah, and needed to pick up new things for their stay in South Carolina. Since I was planning to drive down to visit anyway, they asked me to stop by the DC-area Ikea and pick up a Tromso bunkbed for them. Ikea happens to be right by Paul Jacob’s house, and is on the way from my place to Clemson, so I was happy to do so.

    I wasn’t aware, though, that there are two types of Tromso beds at Ikea — the bunk bed and the loft bed. Inadvertently, I picked up the loft bed, which ended up being much taller than they could realistically fit in their new apartment, and which only had one bed frame when they needed two.

    So I took it back to DC, and for my next visit to Clemson I went back to Ikea to pick up the bunk bed. The only trouble was, it wouldn’t fit in my car. More to the point, I spent 30 minutes successfully figuring out a way to get it into my car (after unpacking all the constituent elements of the bed), only to find that there was no way for me to fit into the car at the same time as the bed. Wracking my brain for alternate strategies, I decided to call Paul Jacob. He saved the day by showing up in his van, carting off the overlarge pieces of bed frame and storing them in his garage.

    Before my next trip to Clemson, in October, I bought a hacksaw at a hardware store in downtown DC, and stopped by Paul’s garage to chop the bed frame pieces in half, so they’d fit in my car. My brother-in-law is a metal sculptor who welds stuff in the course of an ordinary day at school, so putting the pieces back together wouldn’t be a big deal for him at all. But two minutes or so into my first attempt at hacking through one of the steel tubes of the frame, the blade snapped. And the nearby Home Depot had closed about 10 minutes earlier. So I went to Clemson without the frame yet again.

    So last weekend, after buying several new hacksaw blades, I managed to hack through the bed frames in four places in about 20 minutes, and with a feeling of pride from my first successful hacksaw experience, I loaded them up and managed to get to Clemson by 2:00 a.m. Dan had welded the pieces back together before I even got out of bed Sunday morning. (Afternoon?)

    Had a great time in Atlanta with my cousins, cousins’ spouses, cousins’ kids & my mom’s sister, Nancy . . . and my cousin Jake was nice enough to send me off with the season three DVDs of Aqua Teen Hunger Force, which I’ve made good use of so far — both in Clemson and here in St. Louis. I found out that one of Jake’s coworkers has gotten him into Donald Barthelme, a nice fit with the sort of institutional absurdity Adult Swim has built into its identity. I myself was lucky enough to see Barthelme lecture in Portland while I was in high school, the year before he died.

    The more I think about it, the more I think Atlanta might be a good move. Close to my sister & her family, close to other relatives, an eight-hour drive from Justin’s place here in St. Louis, and a seven-hour drive from my pals in Orlando. Hmmm . . .

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    Adult Swim’s Warming Glow
    November 14, 2004 — 11:55 pm

    I’m hanging around watching Adult Swim again, which reminds me I’ve intended to post another entry about my cousin Jake, Adult Swim’s art director, in my ongoing tendency to bask in the warming glow of the accomplishments of others.

    A few weeks ago, I did a brief search for my cousin’s name on the web, and came across this article about Adult Swim’s college audience, which features a photo of Jake at the top of the story, showing off a copy of the Harvey Birdman poster he designed (and which he sent me a year and a half ago).

    Even cooler than that, though, I found a Quicktime file of the creepy Shining-like Adult Swim promo that’s been running for the past couple of months, and which stars both Jake and his daughter Olivia. Olivia is the little girl on the trike and at the mirror; Jake is the “twin” on the right. I heard they got the idea for this promo because regular viewers of the Adult Swim webcam tend to get Jake and that other guy (apparently Adult Swim’s program development manager, Nick Weidenfeld) mixed up. You know, people who have beards all look alike, or something. Overlook Hotel, here we come . . .

    (Incidentally, one of the most adorable things I’ve ever heard is my niece Maya trying to pronounce Olivia’s little sister’s name. Maya can’t quite wrap her tongue around the phonic complexities of “Sophie,” so she always calls her “Smokey.”)

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    You Waited a Month for This?
    November 13, 2004 — 11:14 pm

    Can it really be a month since I last posted? It seems like I wrote that about a week ago. This 9:00 to 6:00 work schedule is kinda numbing. I’m toying with the idea of pursuing freelance work more aggressively, and moving fully into the world of consulting instead . . .

    I caught the California Guitar Trio at Jammin Java in Vienna, Virginia, on Wednesday night. You can see me in one of the photos guitarist Hideyo Moriya took from the stage — just to the right of the dead center of the shot. I highly recommend the documentary DVD about the trio, released earlier this year. In fact, I attended the world premiere of this film — screened in Murray, Utah, while I was visiting my family out that-a-way last June.

    I have more updates on the way, I promise. I’ve slacked off long enough. Really. At least, maybe if I say so I’ll feel obligated to make it true . . .

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    Concerts & Coincidences
    October 14, 2004 — 4:52 pm

    It just so happens that six shows I want to see have all lined up in a row. I’ve already been to the 9:30 Club for the past two nights, seeing Camper Van Beethoven and Critters Buggin; tonight it’s Tuck & Patti at Blues Alley, tomorrow night it’s the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players at Iota, then back to the 9:30 Club on Saturday for Living Colour, and Tower of Power at the Birchmere on Sunday (I figure I should see them at least once in my life).

    I know that coincidences are just that — meaningless collisions of events that seem improbable but happen to coincide anyway (I Huckabees notwithstanding). I know all about statistics and selective memory, but none of that changes the awed feeling of incredulity I get when something seems far too unlikely to be without design. Like the time I saw two unrelated movies in a row on the same night, which both happened to give a shout out to the same scene from a Fellini film. And although I never mentioned it in this blog, a couple of other double-feature coincidences happened earlier this year. In early February I went to see The Big Bounce, a middling Elmore Leonard adaptation, and minutes after that movie ended I went to see You Got Served, in which the climactic dance contest happened to be called . . . you guessed it . . . The Big Bounce. The following weekend, I went to see The Butterfly Effect, which starred Ashton Kutcher and Amy Smart. Minutes later, I headed to see Win a Date With Tad Hamilton, which had a cameo by Amy Smart and a couple of passing pop-culture references to Ashton Kutcher. I’ve also mentioned a few other meaningless, superficial coincidences in this blog, like one linking Jesus and John Galt, another linking Elvis Costello and Jim Henley, one about Scotch Broth soup, and a little bit of Popeye synchronicity.

    But none of that stuff compares to an interlocking set of coincidences from Tuesday. Justin happened to send me an instant message at about 5:45 p.m., while I was still at the office. I boasted a little about seeing Camper Van Beethoven later that night (we’re both huge fans, and that band was practically the soundtrack for our last two years of high school), and briefly looked around to find a link to send him about that night’s show, suddenly finding out that they would be performing a brief set at 6:00 . . . at a bookstore about seven blocks away from my office. So I got the hell out of the office pretty quickly, made my way to the bookstore, enjoyed the set, bought a couple copies of their new CD, and got both copies signed by all five band members. While I was in the checkout line paying for the CDs, I noticed a display of Beeman’s, Blackjack, and Clove gum, and with the Twin Peaks line “That gum you like is going to come back in style” running through my mind, I picked up a pack of each. I think I tried those flavors back in the early 1990s, but I wasn’t sure. At the very least, it was time for another go.

    So anyway, the evening dragged on and I made it to the club for the show. Decent opening band (I missed the first of two openers), and then Camper Van Beethoven kicked off their set with stunning renditions of two songs from their masterpiece 1989 album, Key Lime Pie. A few songs into the show I started fishing in my pocket for some gum, sadly realizing I left it in the car with the CDs. But the thought of the gum made me think of Twin Peaks once again, and at the very same moment Michael J. Anderson was dancing through the Black Lodge in my mind, Camper Van Beethoven started playing a song I hadn’t heard before. The opening line and refrain? “That gum you like is back in style.” Chills. This also turned out to be the title of the song. I don’t know for sure that the band meant it as a nod to the TV show, but it’s probably just a case of someone appropriating a line that catches their interest, using it as a jumping-off point to build something entirely new and unrelated. Like I’ve always wanted to write a song called “Big Dogs Landing on My Face” . . .

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    Common Vents
    October 2, 2004 — 6:21 pm

    So here I am in Paul Jacob’s basement again, taping another 11 episodes of your favorite two-minute radio show, Common Sense. It can be a challenge dealing with the random noises you’re prone to encounter in a house, which ordinarily go unnoticed: air conditioning vents turning off and on, water rushing by in overhead pipes, footsteps upstairs, the occasional barking dog . . . But we also had to deal with a different set of random office noises back when we recorded at the old U.S. Term Limits office.

    If all goes according to plan, this will end up being the first set of commentaries to be offered up under the banner of Americans for Limited Government instead of U.S. Term Limits. But since it’s right before the election and everyone is busy as hell, the changeover may be delayed. We’ll see.

    In the meantime, it’s always fun looking at the two-plus decades of political memorabilia covering the walls of Paul’s basement office (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7).

    Incidentally, a couple of the photos I link above contain items I designed. The second photo shows a map of initiative & referendum laws throughout the U.S. that I made, and the fifth photo contains the front flap of an invitation I made for a Cato policy forum celebrating the 50th anniversary of the 22nd Amendment (which established term limits for the president). You can see a larger version on the U.S. Term Limits web site. That was the first time I had tried Photoshopping disparate elements together into a seamless whole. Well, relatively seamless. I would do a few things differently today, but I think it’s pretty good for a first effort . . .

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    Malaysian Mixup
    September 24, 2004 — 3:42 pm

    I recently wrote about a Malaysian restaurant I had discovered in downtown DC called Penang. I had, in fact, discovered a Malaysian restaurant — on the same block as Penang, even — but I realized today, after noticing Penang on the corner of 19th & M for the first time, that I had never been there before. So I stopped there for lunch.

    The place I found earlier turned out to be Malaysia Kopitiam, a fine little hole-in-the-wall place that’s only half a block from Penang — the reason for my confusion. You see, the awning outside Malaysia Kopitiam doesn’t include the name of the restaurant, instead trumpeting their “Fine Malaysian Cuisine,” or something to that effect. So I never noticed their name. And when I later searched online for reviews of the Malaysian restaurant on the 1800 block of M St., I found reviews for Penang. So I assumed that’s where I had been eating. I just didn’t expect there to be two Malaysian restaurants separated by a 15-second walk . . .

    From the Washington Post’s profile of Penang:

    Penang chose to locate half a block away from Malaysia Kopitiam, a modestly set restaurant where owners Leslie and Penny Phoon have done yeoman work in demystifying Asia’s least familiar but most interesting cuisine. The DC Penang wins the competition for setting over its M Street neighbor, but it currently doesn’t match either the breadth of Malaysia Kopitiam’s menu or the quality of its cooking.

    I found this to be almost entirely true today — except I wouldn’t say that Penang “wins” in terms of setting. It’s high on “elegant” yuppie vibe (which isn’t necessarily bad, but does nothing for me), low on usability (ridiculous tiny foam chairs) and service (I finished my water before I even started my appetizer, but no one bothered to refill it until halfway through the entree). As for breadth of menu, they didn’t even have laksa noodles! What more can I say? And while my Beef Rendang was pretty good, the Satay Tofu (which I can’t get enough of at Malaysia Kopitiam) was watery and bland, with only the peanut sauce to recommend it.

    So, yeah, Malaysia Kopitiam is the place to go if you’re on the 1800 block of M St. and in the mood for some Malaysian food. From another profile:

    Back closer to Chinatown, near the funky Dupont Circle district, is the city’s first Malaysian restaurant, Malaysia Kopitiam. The name means “coffee shop”, and it is an unprepossessing place done up in village style to match its authentic, hearty food. Proprietors Leslie and Penny Phoon are respectively the business brains and talented chef, Penny having learned cooking through helping her mother at home. After three successful years at their first restaurant in Maryland, the Phoons sold up and moved into the city. Their top attractions range from intense coconut curries, perfectly char-grilled satays, and rich, fiery laksa noodle soups. Penny is particularly proud of her po-pia: fresh, handmade rolls filled with shredded vegetable, shrimp and egg. Daily specials are simple – Teow cheow rice porridge with mackerel in spicy sauce and Malaysian pickles, for example.

    I’m actually kind of relieved about this confusion. The day after my original post about what I thought at the time was Penang, Michael Malice briefly critiqued the New York version:

    I used to be friends with a crew of complete dorks. Though many of my kinder friends insist that I am not a dork, I at the very least speak it. The problem with dorks is that they are just the same as everyone else, in that they are nasty snobs. But unlike the in-crowd, dorks are bad at it.

    So this crew used to hang out at this ghetto, TGIFriday’s-esque Malaysian restaurant called Penang, which is a chain. What I found intriguing is that the Penang on 11th and 3rd closed, and was replaced by a Roll ‘n Roaster–which is where the dork leader used to hang out in, in Brooklyn.

    Why I mention this (besides the fact that coincidences are cool) is that Between Before and After has just posted about discovering this great Malaysian restaurant named Penang. Et tu, Dixon?

    I’m not the kind of person to care much what other people think — especially when I’m already sure of what I like. But Michael’s description didn’t sound at all like the place I had been, and at the time I assumed it was largely due to regional differences. Now I know it wasn’t the same place at all . . . and that Michael’s description of the New York Penang holds up pretty well when compared to the DC Penang I tried for the first time today.

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    A Gaggle of Google Email Invitations
    September 17, 2004 — 2:07 am

    Do you want a Gmail invitation? Let me know. Justin will probably have some soon, as well.

    Not sure? Read a little more about it, both pro and con. If you don’t think you need another email account, perhaps you could use a sizable amount of free online storage space.

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    Laksa Looksee
    September 12, 2004 — 11:09 pm

    [Update: I was mistaken about the name of the restaurant I wrote about below. It’s not Penang, it’s Malaysia Kopitiam. Twelve days later, I offered a clarification and comparison of the two places.]

    I’ve written before about my search to find decent laksa noodles in the DC area — the restaurant that caused me to fall in love with this amazing dish has closed, and the few alternate versions I found weren’t even in the same league.

    But I recently discovered Penang, a Malaysian restaurant that’s about a 10-minute walk from my office. There’s just enough time to make it there, eat quickly, and get back to work before my lunch hour is up. Their laksa is very good, although still not nearly as good as the quintessential concoction I continue to crave. Fewer ingredients, stronger curry, but very tasty. The beef laksa is better than the chicken (which was too fatty for my taste). They don’t list lamb laksa on their menu, but I may try to finagle that soon . . .

    In other news, Straits of Malaya has apparently reopened. I drove there one night in February hoping to sample their laksa noodles, which I read about in an outdated online review, not realizing they had closed years earlier. But they’re back, and I’ll be sure to check them out soon.

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    The Great Maul of China
    September 11, 2004 — 11:59 pm

    Take the narrative structure of Rashomon, the breathtaking action of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the aesthetic grandeur of Ran, add a dash of the visual poetry of Peter Greenaway and Matthew Barney — that pretty much sums up most of Hero, currently the No. 1 movie in the country. Everything about this film is stunning. But perhaps most stunning of all is that it’s an apologia for imperialist China. Explictly so.

    I’ve never been particularly interested in the moral criticism of art. If I’m engaged, I don’t much care about the message. But this film is a fictional retelling of events leading up to the first unification of China, and its message is essentially this: find the most ruthless, power-hungry dictator you can, and give him whatever he wants; this is ultimately the only way to create unity, peace and order.

    As I walked out of the theater, comparisons to Triumph of the Will and The Birth of a Nation kept running through my mind, and I was surprised I hadn’t heard any uproar about the obvious political content of this film before going to see it. But after getting home and heading to Rotten Tomatoes for some reviews, I found that these comparisons had already been made.

    The Juicy Cerebellum:

    The “moral” of the story is that the ends justify the means and, no matter how immoral the means, they’re worth the ends. If a ruthless tyrant can eventually bring peace by conquering empires and killing millions of innocent people, it is not to be frowned upon. There are heroes on both sides, the movie tells us. But, at the same time, it lets us know that the heroes on the “wrong” side are disposable.

    This message would do Leni Riefenstahl, Josef Goebbels and Rupert Murdoch proud. It isn’t right to slaughter people for rejecting your beliefs, having different colored skin or living in a place that you decide you’d like to take control of. It isn’t right to pound countries and provinces into submission. Even so, in Hero, it’s heroic.

    Despite its artistry, Hero left me feeling saddened and scared. Its message isn’t a good one for this time, or any other. The film has a glossy angelic surface, but a hideous beast has raped its soul.

    OFFOFFOFF:

    Other reviews will surely gush about its fast-paced martial-arts action and lush, colorful photography, but the truly jaw-dropping thing about “Hero” is how it instantaneously turns from “Crouching Tiger II” to “Honey I Shot the Dissidents.”
    [. . .]
    [T]his question about how to respond to pro-fascist film has been around almost as long as film itself — we still debate the merits of the pro-slavery “Birth of a Nation” and the pro-Nazi “Triumph of the Will.” (I would even throw in the less overtly pro-Jim Crow “Gone with the Wind.”) And the answer is that films help shape our visual, psychological and intellectual instincts, and this is a film that teaches beauty, violence and authoritarianism at once. A beautiful film that exalts killing opponents of the state is a beautiful parchment on which is written, in the most elegant calligraphy, a manifesto for evil.

    I’ve been a fan of Zhang Yimou‘s previous films, and I’ll probably like his future films. And I like this film too, very much. What a shame it’s evil. Some of his earlier films were banned in China, but the Chinese government has embraced Hero — a film tailor-made to defend them against charges of crushing human freedom.

    I’m ordinarly loath to use religion as a tool to deconstruct art, but I’m reminded of a proverb commonly known among Mormons (from the now-deceased Heber J. Grant, seventh president of the church): “The more beautiful the music by which false doctrine is sung, the more dangerous it becomes.”

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    The Howell Standard
    September 11, 2004 — 11:20 pm

    I love Austrian economics. I love Gilligan’s Island. As it turns out, they’re two great tastes that taste great together.

    (Via Tim Virkkala.)

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    Like Mike
    August 26, 2004 — 11:47 pm

    Earlier today I sent Michael Malice a link to this story about Bea Arthur cracking wise with the terrorist jokes while dealing with airport security. He posted it on his blog, along with a note about yours truly:

    Respect to Between Before And After for the info. Disrespect to the same for never updating his blog!

    So, properly chastened, here’s my first entry in over three weeks. It’s true I’ve been busy . . . started a new job . . . lotsa freelance work left from the old job, and other places . . . I’m leaving in the morning to spend a few days with friends in Orlando . . . and I’m spending Labor Day weekend with my sister & family at their new home in Clemson, South Carolina . . . and, um, really, how can I find time to post stuff in this blog when “I’ve been chatting online with babes all day,” à la Kip Dynamite?

    But even though I’m busy, I should learn from my betters (and this term is accurate — if Michael honestly reported his IQ, he’s got me beat by a few points . . . although I still beat that tool Lisa Simpson). While I pretend to be a blogger now and then, Michael is there pounding out new entries every day (which aren’t boring at all, despite his disclaimers). While I think about maybe writing a novel someday, Michael is seriously cranking them out. And while I’ve always loved comic books, Michael is actually gonna be in them.

    His next book should be a remake of How to Be Like Mike — I’d buy it.

    (Incidentally, one of the comments after Michael’s Bea Arthur blog entry is the best reason I’ve come across for enabling blog comments. If I can count on blog readers to post links to stuff like Bea Arthur wrestling velociraptors, I’m sold. I want the comments. Stay tuned.)

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    The Batmobile in Action
    August 4, 2004 — 9:50 pm

    Some geeks captured the new Batmobile in action in Chicago, on their camcorder. We even get a glimpse of a GPD (Gotham PD) police car. You know you want to see it . . .

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    Coen Continuity
    July 19, 2004 — 5:46 am

    Those of you who Coen Brothers fans who have been a bit disappointed by their two most recent films, Intolerable Cruelty and The Ladykillers, may be happy to note that those forms were departures from the way the Coens ordinarily develop their films — and that they’ll be returning to form with their next picture. From a BBC interview with Joel Coen:

    Q: The Ladykillers is a remake. Are there any other films you’d remake?

    A: Well, Intolerable Cruelty was not a remake, but it wasn’t from a story that we originated. The Ladykillers is one we wrote for Barry Sonnenfeld to direct and for various reasons he decided to produce it instead and we ended up directing it, so they both started as writing jobs. The next one we do will probably be from our own story and we’ll be approaching it much more in the way we have approached our previous work.

    Even though I’m a fan of their recent work, as well as of their classic stuff, this quote is kinda exciting . . .

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    Utter Noise-Crap
    July 15, 2004 — 2:59 pm

    I’ve seen Robert Fripp perform with versions of King Crimson several times, but only once in an extended solo set — at the Portland stop of the 1997 G3 tour with Joe Satriani, Steve Vai, and Kenny Wayne Shepard. This is a show I wouldn’t have attended had Fripp not been part of it, but I enjoyed everybody’s sets regardless. For different reasons, though — Fripp’s set for approaching the sublime, and the other shredders for providing entertaining guitar histrionics.

    Incidentally, I almost didn’t get to see much of Fripp that day. His set was placed at the beginning of the show, timed to begin when the gates opened — so audience members would hear his soundscapes as they found their seats. But apparently for the first half hour or so after Fripp started, only people who had bought “meet and greet” tickets were allowed inside. So fans of Steve & Satch, et al, would be getting autographs while Fripp poured his heart out onstage, and I would be stuck in line. After explaining, three times within five or so minutes, that the only guy I really wanted to see at the show that day was onstage right now, the security guard turned sympathetic and let me in. Since the place was almost empty at this point, I sat in front of the stage to see Fripp, in spite of my nosebleed ticket. When no one showed up to claim that seat, I stayed there through the entire evening. Every seat in that section gradually filled up with ticketholders except the seat I had chosen, and the seat next to me, which both remained the only unclaimed seats within view . . . (After Fripp finished his 30- to 40-minute set, a guy sitting near me asked me if I thought Fripp was done. When I nodded, he said “Huh, I thought he was just warming up — getting ready to actually play something.”)

    Fripp is back on tour with G3 this year, in Europe this time, and it’s pretty funny reading reviews that reflect the wildly different perspectives this type of spectacle-rock audience can have on Fripp’s playing. From Robert Fripp’s July 4th diary entry (no permalink available), here are two reviews of the same performance. The reviews that Fripp reprinted are in italics; Fripp’s comments are not:

    London: a good review for Soundscapes…

    Cerulean Tue Jun 29 ’04 Royal Albert Hall, London, England, GB
    Rank: 8 Posted: Wed Jun 30 ’04 4:58 pm

    Well, this was the second show of this tour that I’ve seen, and the contrast between the London and Birmingham gigs was interesting. Whereas, to these ears, the highlights of Saturday’s show were Steve Vai’s performance and Joe’s extended version of ‘Always with me, always with you’, last night Fripp ruled. What an incredible piece of improvisation. As his guitar parts were sampled and looped and resampled and looped again the music built up into unspeakably beautiful and intricate soundscapes. For one man to improvise for half an hour like that with a single guitar, never playing a wrong note, and to create something that beautiful is astonishing. It is just a shame that some members of the audience didn’t seem able to appreciate any note that wasn’t a heavily distorted hemi-demi-semi-quaver. The hostility that Mr Fripp has encountered on this tour is incredible.

    Obviously Cerulean didn’t go to many gigs in North Dorset during the 1960s. But in case I begin to get ideas above my station…

    Ray Reilly Tue Jun 29 ’04 Royal Albert Hall, London, England, GB
    Rank: 10 Posted: Wed Jun 30 ’04 5:29 am

    [ Pictures and short video clips of this show will be published on my website http://www.raymond-reilly.20m.com ]————— G3 – 2004 at the London Royal Albert Hall…. What a night!!!!! Joe was on TOP form. I’ve never seen him at his best before, he was outstanding… Robert Fripp was on stage first, but unknowingly. Whilst everybody was still finding their seats all of a sudden, in a very dark corner of the stage, a ‘noise’ (if that’s what you can call it) plagues our nice quiet air space!! To tell the truth it was 30 minutes of crap. It was just pure noise. He done more twiddling on his effects rack and spinning round on his stall than actually playing…… it was awful!! Sincerely it was just utter ‘noise-crap’ (Hey, a new word!)!!! I even believe I heard someone shout out ‘Where’s Yngwie!!!!!!?’, to which some old fart shouted back ‘Shut-up asshole!!’ (Or words to that effect). Towards the end of his set whilst everybody in the audience was busy talking about what happened in the last episode of Eastenders, you look to the stage and he’s disappeared, with his effect rack still pumping out noise!! After a few moments Vai walks on stage to save us, and the crowd goes wild!!!!!….YEEAHH!!!!! Steve’s set was superb, ‘Whispering’ prayer was the song which stole the audiences hearts, just pure feeling! There were a few feedback bugs and bass problems, but it didn’t stop the enjoyment of the show. It was obvious Steve was very humbled to be playing in such a distinguished and historical hall as noted when he said “… I may even go as far to say this could be a career high-light for me”. All in all Steve was on for about an hour and at the end of the his set I remember thinking ‘How is Joe going to top that?’. After a slight interval everybody arrives back to their seats feeling refreshed. Joe walks on stage and is greeted by an almightily cheer!!! He played a lot of new songs ‘Up in flames’, ‘..love in space’ and ‘hands in the air’, but the song which done it for me was the classic rendition of ‘always with me, always with you’…. it was unbelievable. Joe’s tone sounded mind-blowing, and I hate to say it but it sounds better than his old one.

    Then finally came the jam, or as Joe said ‘The G3 experience!!!’. Joe and Steve make a great pair and feed off each other immensely, but does this mean that lazy ass Robert Fripp can sit on his fat ass hiding at the side of the stage? It was ridiculous, it was laughable in fact. Joe and Steve basically jammed between themselves whilst Rob hid in the darkness pretending not to be there. He didn’t even jam, well only until Joe pointed his finger at him and put the spot light on him. This guy was SOOOOO RUDE!!!!! To tell the truth I felt like smacking him up the backside of his head!… preferably with a hockey stick!!!! Joe and Steve ran about the stage shared licks and basically fed off each others vibes, while this other guy sat hiding with his arms crossed across his guitar…. NOT EVEN PLAYING!!!!!! ROBERT FRIPP you should NOT be sharing the stage with the likes of Joe Satriani and Steve Vai, YOU ARE NOT WORTHY ENOUGH!!!! Even when it came to the end of the show, the band took to the front of the stage to bow, lazy ass Fripp still sat on his fat ass at the side of the stage in the darkness hiding!!!!!! Anyway’s, not all is bad (believe it or not). The Rocking in a free world cover was fantastic and seeing Steve and Joe on the same stage together is something I have always wanted to see! —- I managed to buy a limited edition singed G3 poster of Steve, Joe and Robert, but after seeing Robert with his rudeness and his stupid looking face on the poster I’m too embarrassed to hang it up!!! Thank’s Robert Fripp…… NOT!!!!!

    Thanks, Ray — WAY! Your post is very instructive, with much to learn in it, and I’m not too embarrassed to put it up.

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    Liberty Unbound
    July 15, 2004 — 12:07 am

    The new, sorely-needed, long-time-coming Liberty magazine web site is up and running. There’s not much there yet, but more content is on the way — and what is there makes for good readin’ . . .

    I’m pretty happy with my design. Very happy, even. So yay for me, or something.

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    Team Awesome
    July 11, 2004 — 2:09 pm

    Team Awesome just finished driving around the country, in a month-and-a-half road trip. Read about each day’s travels here, and find out which Zappa disc they listened to each day.

    I’m about to take my own road trip to go see Spider-Man 2 with Paul Jacob . . .

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    Miss Me?
    June 26, 2004 — 11:58 pm

    Of course you didn’t.

    I’ve been amazingly busy lately, which is an old, tired excuse . . . but more true than usual. Dealing with closing down the DC office, looking for a new job, going on vacation to Utah for a week and a half (and having limited Internet access and laptop problems while there), getting a bunch of freelance stuff done before pending deadlines, deciding whether to stay in DC, move back to Portland (as I’ve long wanted to do), or move to some as-yet-unconsidered locale, etc.

    I’ve failed to post for two entire calendar weeks, which hasn’t happened before. Surprisingly, this space remains unoccupied by satirical doppelgangers that tend to crop up during long absences. I’m sure there’ll be something before long, though — those empty spaces in the archives are like a vacuum just waiting to suck in some half-hearted attempt at humor . . .

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    Oh Boy, Sleep!
    June 5, 2004 — 10:05 pm

    Only 10:00 and I’m incredibly sleepy. I was planning to post a bunch of stuff here tonight, but, well, that’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.

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    Photos of Babies & Art
    May 29, 2004 — 11:58 pm

    I’m now an uncle six times over. (I’m including Justin’s kids, here — Justin sometimes calls me Uncle Eric around them . . .) Check ‘im out — Noah Aiten McDonald. And another one with my little sis Michelle. I’m heading to see them for nine days in mid-June. Yay!

    As long as I’m posting photos here, here are a few (1,2,3) from my cousin Jake’s aforementioned art show. He also sent the link to a brief review of the show:

    Enjoy art Saturday: On Saturday night, Grant Park’s Young Blood Gallery threw a party to celebrate the opening of a show of work by painter and illustrator Jacob Escobedo. Escobedo’s work on display offers a dark comic take on cutesy Japanese cartoons. Think Hello Kitty meets Ren & Stimpy. Many of the pieces include stilted English phrases like: “These are not airplanes. They’re logs,” “Today I Will Not Die,” “Enjoy Today Only.” Artful, cute and ironic, they sold like iPod minis (or, for the less gadget-minded, hotcakes).

    And on a related subject, I just came across this appreciation of Adult Swim over at Ain’t it Cool News:

    Somehow, by trusting a bunch of divinely-inspired loonies in Atlanta, the Cartoon Network went from being just another cable outlet for recycled programming to being one of the premier showcases of modern surrealism. I am amazed that there is a home for something as gloriously fucked up as AQUA TEEN HUNGER FORCE on TV, and for however long it lasts, we should cherish the notion that the crazies are running that particular asylum.

    Amen.

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    Laughing at Your Frustration
    May 28, 2004 — 1:15 am

    Noah Berlatsky makes an excellent observation about the nature of Quentin Tarantino’s films (via Jesse Walker on the FilmFlam list):

    Discussions of Tarantino’s work usually reduce him to an obsessive movie fan. His films are an excuse to show off what he knows, the argument goes; at his best he merely reproduces the stylistic tics of his heroes. So for Denby, when Gordon Liu comes off as “a prancing little snit” it’s a mistake — martial arts masters should be treated with respect, right?

    But in fact Tarantino’s refusal to fulfill genre expectations is the reason to watch him. He doesn’t want to make a Hong Kong action movie or a blaxploitation flick; he wants to have a conversation about one. And that’s what his movies seem like: long, dramatic arguments with other filmmakers and other films. For me the most enjoyable part of Jackie Brown was Tarantino’s treatment of Robert De Niro, whose inept, henpecked bad dude took the piss out of decades of macho posturing — this guy, Tarantino seems to say, is just another honky who wants to be tough. Likewise, in Pulp Fiction the thugs so celebrated by Scorsese and Coppola are presented as sitcom buffoons.

    I’ve never thought about it in those terms, but this may be one of the primary reasons I like Tarantino — and, for that matter, why I like Andy Kaufman. It amuses me when anyone frustrates audience expectations. The joke is on us.

    Remember Tom Green’s movie Freddie Got Fingered? By almost every account, this was a horrible film; I don’t think I read a single positive review. But I had fun seeing it in the theater, watching the discomfort and revulsion of the other members of the audience. Tom Green’s comedy works on TV because we get to laugh at him annoying unsuspecting people on TV. I think people hated the movie because they were no longer in on the joke — they were the joke. Tom Green was annoying them. So I think the movie only worked for people who realized this and were suddenly in on the joke again — getting to watch Tom Green annoy unsuspecting people in the audience who didn’t realize that this time they were the objects of ridicule. Suckers.

    I don’t think I’d enjoy watching it at home, though, because I can’t laugh at other audience members if I’m the only one there . . .

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    What the Future Holds
    May 26, 2004 — 6:43 pm

    I’ve had a pretty stable life for the last few years; suddenly, everything is up in the air. Lots of possibilities, nothing certain . . .

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    Bounced Out
    May 22, 2004 — 4:06 am

    Up to a new Bounce Out high of 424,076. Still only Level 14. I’m gonna have to give this thing up for awhile . . .

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    Occult Sin
    May 12, 2004 — 1:42 am

    My mom’s sister was on the Cartoon Network Sunday night. If you watched Adult Swim that night, you probably noticed all those mothers’ day photos — pics of the moms of Adult Swim staffers. My Aunt Nancy’s photo showed up right after The Ripping Friends ended . . .

    So I wrote to my cousin Jake, who works in Atlanta as Adult Swim’s art director, to tell him I saw his mom — and got a little more news about what he’s doing for the Turner empire:

    I missed it. I had an artshow opening the night before and fell asleep early Sunday.
    It’s kind of surreal to see nancy on the tele.
    If you have been watching the bumps lately…We are using photos I took of a small town in the midwest set to really atmospheric music…and I have worked on some really strange bumps set to old sounding radio jingles, they don’t make any sense and we get the adult swim logo completely wrong using words that sound similar like: [occult sin] and [assault jim]. I’m always glad to hear somebody in the family watches this stuff.

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    Power Corrupts
    May 10, 2004 — 9:35 am

    Reminders of Lord Acton’s dictum can be found everywhere. I just came across this passage from Robert Fripp’s online diary, May 4, 2004 (no permalink available):

    T & I lunched in the Houses of Parliament with a pal who is an MP. I was interested to note his passion concerning the shortcomings of those in politics; much the same as my own regarding the shortcomings & failures of those in the music industry. There are responsibilities & duties which accompany certain positions in life & society; where these are turned to serve the personal & limited interests of those who hold positions of authority, life becomes unnecessarily hard for those held in their sway. But in the music industry you are less likely to die when a power-possessor screws up.

    Kinda reminded me of this passage from the Doctrine and Covenants, 129:39, about the corrupting influence of all kinds of power:

    We have learned by sad experience that it is the nature and disposition of almost all men, as soon as they get a little authority, as they suppose, they will immediately begin to exercise unrighteous dominion.

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    Bounce Out
    May 10, 2004 — 1:30 am

    Last month, Julian Sanchez recommended an addictive, productivity-killing game by the folks at Yahoo — Bounce Out. I’ve been playing it off and on ever since, and last night made it up to Level 14, with 363,028 points. The game lasted about 45 minutes, about 40 minutes longer than my first stab at the game.

    If I’m going to waste my time, it’s at least nice to know I’m getting better at it . . .

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    Lame Post of the Week
    May 8, 2004 — 7:45 pm

    How can it possibly be a week since I last posted? It seems like just yesterday I wrote that last lame post. I have way too much going on, and no time to write about any of it . . .

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    Hunh
    May 1, 2004 — 11:59 pm

    I constantly think of things to write in this blog, but when I actually get around to updating this page, I can’t remember them. No, I don’t think I have Alzheimer’s, and no, I’m definitely not a pothead. Hunh.

    I should probably start carrying around a notebook again, like I did back in the day . . .

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    Jambalaya
    April 24, 2004 — 8:40 pm

    I am currently in New Orleans — listening to lots and lots of music and eating lots and lots of crawfish.

    That is all.

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    Favorite 2003 Films
    April 17, 2004 — 11:59 pm

    Now that we’re more than a quarter of the way through 2004, it’s high time for me to solidify my list of favorite 2003 films. I generally wait for a few months after a year ends to decide on my favorites, since many of each year’s best films don’t screen widely until sometime in the following year. Including 2003 films that don’t screen near me until 2004 on a 2003 list is just a way of having roughly the same set of films to consider as real, actual critics. I care more about my own rankings than those of other critics, but it’s fun to compare lists nevertheless . . . (Technically, some of these are even 2002 films, but I don’t think they generally screened commercially in the states until 2003.)

    Lots of movies I really loved didn’t make this list — so I think there may have been more great movies in 2003 than any other year in memory. The world really does keep getting better.

    Anyway, here they are — my favorite films of 2003:

    1. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
    2. The Triplets of Belleville
    3. City of God
    4. The Station Agent
    5. American Splendor
    6. Lost in Translation
    7. Capturing the Friedmans
    8. A Mighty Wind
    9. In America
    10. Bad Santa
    11. Kill Bill: Vol. 1
    12. Dirty Pretty Things
    13. The Man Without a Past
    14. Owning Mahowny
    15. Pieces of April
    16. Love Liza
    17. The Concert for George
    18. Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
    19. The Magdalene Sisters
    20. Whale Rider
    21. The School of Rock
    22. Intolerable Cruelty
    23. Raising Victor Vargas
    24. Spider
    25. Spellbound

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    Best TV Show Ever
    April 10, 2004 — 8:45 pm

    I just got my 8-disc limited edition DVD set of Freaks and Geeks, which I have decided is my favorite TV show ever. That’s saying a lot. It’s like Fast Times at Ridgemont High in many ways, and not just because it takes place at a high school in the early ’80s — it deals with recognizable types who are also almost universally convincing as real people. And it nails everything, delivering on every level.

    As much as I love The Simpsons and South Park, Family Guy and everything coming out of Williams Street, even Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Gilmore Girls, I think Freaks and Geeks edges them all out. Slightly.

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    Insomnia 2: Electric Boogaloo
    March 29, 2004 — 4:56 am

    So, I ended up nodding off about 10 minutes into the movie I started to watch yesterday afternoon, and slept for almost 13 hours. I guess I’ll finish the movie now, then head to the office and get some work done . . .

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    Insomnia
    March 28, 2004 — 2:53 pm

    I’ve been up since 9:30 yesterday morning — over 29 hours now — and I’m not sleepy yet. This is bizarre. Maybe I’ve developed a tolerance for long waking hours, since I’ve done 24-hour-plus days five or six times so far this month, as a way of resetting my sleeping schedule. I tend to gravitate toward staying up late (3:00, 4:00, 5:00 a.m.), and sleeping in late (11:00 a.m., noon, mid-afternoon) . . . because although I can put off going to bed indefinitely, once I fall asleep it kills me to get up again without a good seven or eight hours of slumber, at least.

    But sometimes I just have to be up early. So instead of sleeping fewer hours, I don’t go to bed at all. This usually leaves me feeling pretty wasted after 27 hours or so, and I end up going to bed around 5:00 in the afternoon. And then the schedule starts to slide later and later again, until I’m right back where I started.

    I didn’t even feel like nodding off during church today, which surprised me. I’m not usually the nodding-off-in-church type, but I figured I’d be fighting off the yawns today, at least. Not so.

    So I guess I’ll watch another movie and then try to crash.

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    Mr. Blobby
    March 27, 2004 — 11:59 pm

    I just found out I’m in a recent California Guitar Trio road photo, taken of the audience at the Rams Head Tavern in Annapolis, on Feb. 26th. I’m a blurry blob in the back. You see that bright white thing in the upper left of the photo, that looks kinda like a bug zapper? (I’m not sure what it really was.) My head is by the bottom left corner of that white thing. It looks like I’m raising my hand, but I can’t remember why . . .

    There’s a much more legible audience photo of me, though, from another CGT show at the Iota in Arlington, from October 17, 1999. (That’s a King Crimson baseball cap, incidentally, and a copy of David Friedman’s The Machinery of Freedom resting on my mammoth thigh.)

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    Over the Moon
    March 19, 2004 — 5:23 pm

    Forgive me, David, for bumping the post about your blog a little further down the page for an item of such triviality, but I’d like to announce that I just won a game of hearts with a score of 99, shooting the moon on the last “trick”. This is the second time this has ever happened to me, and my attempt to shoot the moon this last time was a particularly perilous and uncertain effort . . . The other three (computer) players scored 125, 114 and 104.

    I don’t know why this kind of thing excites me, but it does. I can’t help myself. The last time I mentioned Hearts in this blog, the aforementioned (and belowmentioned) David took me to task in an appropriately hyperbolic manner for a purposely trivial post . . .

    Nevertheless, it still kinda makes me feel bad that I’m pre-empting David for another Hearts report. So, in order to pretend to make amends for an imagined slight, I’ll tell you again — get your ass over to the the new Laissez Faire Books blog. Really.

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    Biblioblog
    March 17, 2004 — 6:15 pm

    Check it out — my pal David M. Brown is manning the new Laissez Faire Books blog. Looks like it’s been up for a couple of weeks, but David mentioned it to me for the first time today. I used to go to the LFB site all the time back in the day, salivating over all the libertarian books I wanted to read. Now that I’ve read and/or own most of the backlog of books I was eager about, I find myself stopping by less often. This gives me an excuse to visit frequently once again.

    Now, if they would just re-archive all those great columns they had on the old site . . .

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    Incompetent Fitness Blog Item #3
    March 15, 2004 — 9:25 am

    Jeez . . .

    Wednesday, March 3: 350 pounds.
    Wednesday, March 10: 344 pounds
    Monday, March 15: 329 pounds

    Could I really be losing weight this fast on Atkins (without any appreciable exercise), or could our office gym’s mechanical scale be screwy?

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    Incompetent Fitness Blog Item #2
    March 10, 2004 — 3:21 pm

    Welcome to the second installment of my sporadic, incompetent attempts to track my own fitness pogress. In late January I posted the first entry, about the moderate success I’d had on Atkins so far, and a summary of previous weight-loss experience. At the time, I wasn’t sure how much I weighed because I maxed out every scale I tried (and I wasn’t anxiously engaged in seeking out scales with higher weight limits).

    In mid-February I took a trip to Utah (incidentally, this was the second time I took a break from the diet), and while I was there I found a scale that gave me a pretty good idea of my then-current weight — at the Thanksgiving Point dinosaur museum. I think it was meant to weigh multiple museum visitors in comparison to the posted weights of some types of dinosaurs, as an educational tool. Which meant the scale went high enough to tell me I weighed 365 pounds.

    Pretty steep. And considering the amount of weight it felt like I had lost already (and taking into consideration the fact that I was already down three notches on my belt — the third notch self-punched), I must have been well over 400 pounds before I started. Almost John Popper territory (at least, from his halcyon days).

    Since I got back from Utah, I’ve weighed myself a couple of times on the scale in our office gym, and found that I no longer max it out. Last week I weighed in at 350 pounds on the nose, and today I was down to 344 pounds. I’m now visibly swimming in the giant fat-guy clothes I’ve been wearing, so this weekend I’m going to dig through some of my outgrown wardrobe to see if I can find a better fit. Everything’s coming off nicely . . .

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    Intro to Introversion
    March 7, 2004 — 2:43 am

    I’m an introvert. I’ve spent about 10 cumulative minutes out of the last 48 hours speaking to other people (about five of those minutes were a phone call from Justin). For years, Justin could rarely bring himself to see a movie on his own. I, on the other hand, have been going to movies alone since I was 14 years old. And, later, concerts. And restaurants. I go with other people when circumstances permit, but if I restricted myself to going out only with other people, I’d probably do less than one percent of the stuff I do now. I’ve never gone bowling alone, but that might just be becuase I’ve never really dug bowling. And I’ve consistently tested as an INTP in the dozen or so times I’ve taken versions of the Myers Briggs Type Indicator test in the past 15 years, whether or not this actually indicates much of practical value.

    I’ve briefly written about one of my introverted tendencies: “It always seems to me like I’m more involved in conversations than I really am, actively caught up in the flow of what others are saying, only realizing later that I didn’t contribute much in the way of real, actual words to the discussion.” In fact, I’m the type of person who takes books to parties where I don’t know many of the other guests, prepared for the entirely real possibility that I’ll spend long stretches of time disengaged from conversation entirely.

    Jonathan Rauch, introvert extraordinaire, has provided a glimpse into some of the whys and wherefores of introversion, including Sartre’s quip that “Hell is other people at breakfast.” I particularly dig this observation that, try as they might, extroverts just don’t get introverts:

    Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

    Not to mention the bit about how “many actors, I’ve read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors”. This rings true to me. If I appear to be at ease in a group of strangers, it’s likely because I’m pretending . . .

    (Via Tim Lee.)

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    Schizoid Anne
    March 2, 2004 — 12:22 am

    After talk show guests are introduced, the show’s band typically plays them to the desk with a referential song. Like, when Julia Roberts is on Letterman the CBS Orchestra might play “Julia” by the Beatles, or maybe “Pretty Woman”.

    Anne Heche was a guest on Letterman tonight, and as she hit the stage the band played “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson. I wonder if anyone else in the entire theater got the joke . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    John Galt Superstar
    February 28, 2004 — 4:30 am

    Atlas Shrugged slapped me upside the head for the first time while I was a Mormon missionary in the early ’90s. (Immediately after having read Nathaniel Branden’s Judgment Day, I should point out.) And when I emerged from a two-year cocoon of relative seclusion from pop culture, I started watching movies again. Lots and lots of movies. And I always wondered who should play John Galt.

    So even before Albert Ruddy’s 1999 announcement that he planned to film an Atlas Shrugged miniseries for TNT, I was building mental cast lists. Who could pull off such an iconic character — “The face without pain or fear or guilt”?

    My first choice was Martin Donovan, who had starred in my favorite film of all time, Trust. He could’ve pulled it off a decade ago, but seems an increasingly less appropriate choice as the years go by.

    In 1997, after seeing Grind (which coincidentally featured Martin Donovan’s Trust co-star Adrienne Shelley), I decided Billy Crudup was the man for the job.

    And in 1998, after seeing The Thin Red Line, I added Jim Caviezel to the list.

    Martin Donovan went on to play Jesus Christ in The Book of Life.

    Billy Crudup went on to star in a film called Jesus’ Son.

    Jim Caviezel went on to play Jesus Christ in The Passion of the Christ.

    Coincidence?

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    How Depressing . . .
    February 25, 2004 — 3:05 am

    Paul Schrader filmed a prequel to The Exorcist, but the studio decided it wasn’t scary enough. Psychological rather than visceral. So they brought in Renny Harlin (the auteur who brought you Driven, Cliffhanger, Cutthroat Island, Die Hard 2 and A Nightmare on Elm Street 4) to amp up the scares. Turns out Harlin’s “reshoots” lasted as long as Schrader’s principal photography — of which they’ve apparently ditched everything.

    I can just imagine Schrader being brought in for a scolding by some gasbag studio executive, a la Barton Fink: “We don’t wanna turn the Exorcist franchise into some fruity movie about suffering — I thought we were together on that!”

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Fog of Laksa
    February 21, 2004 — 4:25 pm

    So much to write, no time to write it. And I have a nasty cold.

    I’m starting Atkins again after a weeklong break instigated by my trip to Utah. I tried to cap off the break last night by trying to find some good laksa noodles — one of the best things I’ve ever eaten, with chicken, shrimp, tofu, bean sprouts, coconut milk, lime, green onions, red peppers and three kinds of noodles. The only place I’ve ever had this (a Pan-Asian restaurant over on the corner of 20th & P St. NW) is permanently closed. I’ve had decidedly subpar versions (both loaded with green beans and missing lots of the ingredients and subtle flavors that make the other version great) at Union Station’s Pan-Asian restaurant and at the Mandarin Inn in Alexandria (where they called it curry noodle soup, although it’s very close to the same green bean laksa concoction from Union Station).

    I found a review on the web of Straits of Malaya, which had a description of laksa that appeared to be what I was looking for. But when I got there last night, it was closed too. So I settled for some passable curry lamb at a Chinese restaurant across from Visions, then saw Fog of War. After I got home I ate a forgotten squished blackberry Fruit Pie left in my unpacked suitcase (I picked up a couple when I saw them in Utah, because although blackberry is the best flavor, I almost never see it), and now it’s low-carb sailing once again. If my estimates are correct, I’ve lost about 40 pounds so far . . .

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    Man, oh Man
    February 13, 2004 — 7:51 pm

    Little kids are tiring. Fun but tiring. I can’t imagine how all y’all parents do this every day . . .

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    Abandon Hoppe, All Ye Who Enter Here
    February 7, 2004 — 4:40 am

    [This also appeared in edited form as a reflection on page 12 of the April 2004 issue of Liberty magazine, titled “By invitation only.”]

    Austrian economist Hans-Hermann Hoppe’s case for government immigration controls (presented, among other places, in a Journal of Libertarian Studies article) is often cited by anti-immigration libertarians. I first read Hoppe’s case against immigration (a version of it, anyway) in mid-2000, after hearing about it at a Cato forum on Ludwig von Mises that I had attended. In the Q&A, after Israel Kirzner and Don Boudreaux had both spoken, a Towson student directed a question toward Kirzner and received a brief but pointed reply:

    Student:
    The Mises Institute, and especially Lew Rockwell, have taken a very strong anti-immigration stance, and it’s my personal opinion that that’s not in the tradition of Mises, and it’s not in the tradition of economic liberalism, and I was just wondering what Professor Kirzner thought about that — if that’s, uh . . . in the tradition of Mises’s work, and his thought.

    Kirzner:
    I would tend to agree with you that it is not in the, in the tradition of Mises’s thought.

    I would like to have heard a more detailed response from Kirzner; he doesn’t appear to have written about immigration much, if at all. An analysis of Hoppe’s argument from another Austrian perspective would be valuable, particularly since Hoppe’s position appears to be associated with the institution bearing Mises’s name. If Kirzner says this is not in keeping with Mises’s thought, I’d like to know why he thinks so. Perhaps he kept it brief so as not to rock the Rockwell boat — the Mises Institute appears to like Kirzner, and there’s no point making enemies arguing over a tangential issue, particularly if you find the subject tedious.

    But I’ll at least make an attempt here to summarize Hoppe’s argument and point out where I think it goes wrong. Hoppe roots his argument on how we might expect property rights to function in a voluntary society, so it’s a particularly important argument to understand if, like me, you’re a booster for increased immigration rather than an opponent.

    • Hoppe first argues against open immigration in our current welfare state for the same reason you’d expect: if the destitute hordes from other lands have carte blanche access to the United States, and our goverment-mandated generosity, there would be no end to the drain on our economy. Which is true enough.

    • But he also attacks the idea, held by many libertarians, that while we may not have the political power to ditch the welfare state before we ease restrictions on immigration, we should at least work toward opening our borders while simultaneously attempting to block newcomers from latching on to our own public teat. Hoppe cedes that while following both facets of such a policy would (somewhat) relax the U.S.’s immigration demand, this demand would (of course) not vanish. Therefore, the government needs to maintain some type of immigration policy.

    • He then segues into the notion that this immigration policy should be rooted in the idea of “invitation” — that people should only come to the U.S. if they are invited to come here. And he paints this as analogous to free trade. The voluntary nature of trade means that goods and services cannot justly be inflicted on us without our permission; we agree to receive them by voluntarily engaging in commercial transactions.

    • Hoppe points to an anarcho-capitalist system as one in which this “invitation” clause would naturally and completely apply. Here, a society consisting of networks of privately-owned land and utilities, there is no such designation as “public” land or property. Therefore, there can be no “free” immigration — only an invitation to enter a specific parcel, or network, of property. And Hoppe points out that even though we don’t live in an anarcho-capitalist society, libertarians should support a government that preserves as many of the features of such a society as possible — which would include restricting immigration to an invitation-only system.

    • But the nature of central planning, with its tendency for general, one-size-fits-all policies, means our current federal government would be unable to deal with the raft of private requests for exceptions to a general immigration policy. So if we want to preserve an anarcho-capitalist society’s sense of restricted entry to private property, we should impose strict limits on the number and quality of immigrants we allow into the U.S.

    I don’t have a problem per se with Hoppe’s idea of an invitation-based system of immigration. But the gaping hole in his argument for how this idea should apply in our current society is that the poor and the destitute of the world would be invited all the time to our anarcho-capitalist America, if for no other reason than to be used and housed as supplies of cheap domestic labor. And an extensive network of private utilities and property would develop to enable a steady influx of foreigners. So if we want to preserve the type of immigration scenario that would likely develop under anarcho-capitalism, we would do exactly what most “open borders” libertarians advocate — ease immigration restrictions as much as possible, and reduce the size and scope of the welfare state to discourage free riders. Those who came to the United States under such conditions (including a relative absence of welfare, minimum wage and coercively-imposed barriers to employment or housing rental) would almost universally find places to live and places to work. And a ready availability of places in our society for immigrants would indicate that there are people who would have been willing to “invite” these people in an anarcho-capitalist society. In practice in a federally-controlled society, this type of acceptance could be seen functionally as a form of invitation after-the-fact.

    In an anarcho-capitalist world, without government-mandated labor restrictions, almost anybody would be able to find an invitation to U.S. work of some kind, for some minimal level of remuneration. Only a tiny minority would fail to find at least subsistence-level employment. If, as Hoppe suggests, our current government should preserve the features of anarcho-capitalism that most people would want to preserve after transitioning into a society with an imposed government, then our immigration policy should be as lax as possible. The minority of immigrants unable to find work or housing in our federal society would be in that situation almost exclusively because of restrictive government labor regulations — because there would be no shortage of commercial “invitations” for low-wage workers, given a free market.

    Although I think Hoppe’s argument fails, his idea of a libertarian justification for immigration restrictions at least keeps good company: Murray Rothbard, Ralph Raico and John Hospers have all been critics of standard “open borders” libertarian arguments, and I have tremendous respect for these guys, even when I don’t always agree with them.

    But it really seems to me that most of the libertarian cases for immigration restriction that I’ve read fall into a couple of categories:

    1. They yield to political expediency (i.e., immigrants are a drain on our current public welfare system).

      This is actually an approach that many Rockwellians condemn in “beltway libertarians” when it comes to other issues — surrending principle to the realm of the politically practical. I don’t think there is anything wrong with an incremental, pragmatic approach toward advancing liberty per se, it just seems entirely backwards to me to respond to one violation of libertarian principle (the existence and abuse of the welfare state) by enacting still more violations of libertarian principle (government instituting blanket policy that forbids entry even to many immigrants who are wanted and invited, whether personally or commercially).

    2. They’re rooted in attempts to intellectually justify personal inclinations after the fact.

      But this type of ex post facto justification isn’t an entirely bad thing, either. Morality is often instinctual, and there’s nothing wrong with subjecting your inclinations to rigorous intellectual scrutiny (as long as the scrutiny is actually rigorous). But I don’t find immigration in general, or most immigrants in particular, at all distasteful — so I have no such personal inclinations to attempt to justify.

    When push comes to shove, I’m with Julian Simon: current welfare state or no, immigrants are by and large a net benefit to our society. Simon preferred an empirical approach to determining whether immigration is good or bad. And he made a definitive (though, admittedly, now dated) empirical case for immigration in his excellent book The Economic Consequences of Immigration into the United States. He demonstrates that immigrants tend to use public services and welfare at a lower rate than natives — and anyone who’s spent 10 minutes reading Bastiat can predict that immigrants spur economic growth for everyone, rather than causing unemployment and loss for natives. Simon’s conclusion:

    In short, the negative consequences of any level of immigration which is politically imaginable at present are at most speculative, rather than documented. Therefore, a policy which is both prudent and also consistent with the observations would be to increase immigration quotas in a series of increments of significant size — perhaps half a percent, or one percent, of total population at each step — to check on any unexpected negative consequences, and to determine whether demand for admission even exceeds the supply of places.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Space Boast
    February 1, 2004 — 5:17 pm

    My cousin Jake, art director for Adult Swim’s promotions & merchandise, is sending me the Space Ghost and Aqua Teen Hunger Force DVDs. Yay! (Although whenever I mention Jake in connection with his uber-cool job, I feel like the proverbial Jewish mother: “My son, the _____.”)

    When I replied to his email, wondering whether it was kosher to send me the loot (and asking about the Williams Street crew), he wrote:

    we have loads of dvds.

    I actually have an office at williams street and work directly with Mike Lazzo and all the creators over here. Andy Merrill is genius. they’re all brilliant.

    I am working on the Sealab and Aqua Teen Volume 2 dvd packaging and menus now. If you go to the shop @ adultswim.com, I created some screen printed posters. Also if you look on adultswim.com webcam, you can see a meatwad pinata I made and my mugshot.

    And sure enough, the site has his mug shot in profile (also linked above) and a shot of his Meatwad piñata! And it also looks like you can buy his Meatwad piñata (or a reasonable facsimile thereof), or his Adult Swim poster set, which “may well be the coolest product we’ve ever had the pleasure of featuring on this site,” sez the anonymous web shop copywriter.

    I used to see Jake all the time when we were both going to separate Utah colleges, but I have yet to visit him in Atlanta. Extra incentives never hurt, though . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Mmm Dat’s Cool
    January 31, 2004 — 11:46 pm

    I’ll be heading to Utah in a couple of weeks to visit my sister, brother-in-law & the kids, since they didn’t make it to Portland for Christmas. When four-year-old Maya was told the news, she reportedly said: “That’s cool! He’s gonna sleep wit us? and then him gotsta go?….mmm dat’s cool.”

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    Incompetent Fitness Blog Item
    January 22, 2004 — 12:31 am

    Inspired by “imitation fitness blog” posts (like the original old-school Jim Henley fitness posts and this guy’s, and this guy’s, and even Jesse Walker’s taunt), I now bring you my own incompetent, sporadic variant.

    Why incompetent? I’m on a diet, but I haven’t been measuring my progress in any concrete way. And I don’t really plan to start doing so anytime soon. It’s not that I’m apprehensive about what I might find out, or anything, quite the opposite — I just don’t care that much about the stats. I fear this kind of lackadaisical approach doesn’t exactly translate to the compelling story of a personal journey. But, really, I don’t much care about that, either.

    I started Atkins in early December and stuck to it for 2.5 weeks before spending time in Portland for the holidays, and then started Atkins again about 2.5 weeks ago. I have no idea how much I weighed before I started and I’m not sure about now, although I’m pretty sure it’s less. I maxed out the digital scale at my parents’ house. I’d heard there was a decent mechanical scale in the gym at our office (a room that, until today, I had set foot in exactly once — and even then, for less than 20 seconds or so). So I finally headed down there today to check out my current weight, only to find out that this scale maxes out at 350 pounds. And it looks like I weigh more than that.

    So, what did I weigh before I started the diet? I must’ve been pushing 400, if my subjective sense of the amount of weight I’ve lost so far is in the same ballpark as reality. It’s a lot like the feeling I used to get after a long backpacking trip in Boy Scouts, taking off my pack and walking around as though floating on air. You get used to the extra weight when you have it on for a long time, and when it finally comes off you just feel lighter. That’s how I feel now — and if I feel this good at 350+ pounds, I can’t wait to see how I feel at 200. But for the time being, by my subjective measure, I’ve gone from super-unbelievably-gigantic fatass to just a regular, run-of-the-mill super-gigantic fatass in just over a month of cumulative, though interrupted, low-carb dieting.

    I’ve lost weight quickly before. Back when I returned from two years of missionary service in late 1993, I weighed 250 pounds. I went back to college, started walking everywhere, and decided to cut out all sweets. Then I started vaguely watching the rest of my diet (lots of granola, Grape-Nuts and oranges — not much else). Then I started running a few miles a few times a week. Five months later I was down to 180. Then I started eating lots of spaghetti. Then one day I ate a cookie; the lapse in personal discipline bummed me out at first, but I quickly accustomed myself to it. Then I started to skip running. And then I’d stop by Cinnabon occasionally at the mall. And the weight gradually but steadily piled back on, eventually reaching far above any previous upper bound.

    Many people swear by Atkins. I used to be a skeptic, agreeing with guys like Michael Fumento that Atkins “is merely a low-calorie diet in disguise” — but comments by Jim Henley and a piece by Radley Balko, in addition to first-hand testimonials of low-carb efficacy, finally convinced me to give it a shot. When it comes down to it, it doesn’t matter whether Atkins works because it makes you increasingly sated, thereby consuming fewer total calories, or because the strictures of the diet actually speed up your metabolism and even out your blood sugar. It doesn’t even matter whether it’s unhealthy in the long run (as though staying a super-unbelievably-gigantic fatass wasn’t already unhealthy), because I’ve never planned to stick to it in the long run (and here I turn to another post by super-blogger Jim Henley on how to ease off Atkins).

    Really, all I want is a good way to drop my weight to the point that I can manage some sustained moderate exercise without feeling like I’m going to collapse and pass out. Then I’ll plant a treadmill in front of the TV, stick to a more-moderate-but-still-careful diet, and exercise my ass off. Literally. Most people gain their weight back after abandoning diets, but I don’t think I will. Now that I know what it’s like to be this fat, I can’t imagine letting myself slide this far again . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    Spam I Am
    January 21, 2004 — 10:41 pm

    The voting for the J-Walk Blog‘s spam poetry contest ended early Monday morning, with yours truly losing by a single vote. Mr. Walkenbach, the blog’s proprietor, notes that “Matt’s victory is even more remarkable, considering that Eric attempted to sway the vote using the power of the blog.” I realize that he’s not saying there that blogging about the contest was against the rules or anything, but I never figured that telling friends about an online popularity contest would be suspect — and in any event, I didn’t ask anyone to vote for me. (I realize, however, that may not make a dime’s worth of practical difference; what are the chances my friends would vote for the other guy? I’d guess that even most strangers reading this blog would likely be sympathetic rather than objective.)

    But I’m pretty sure “Matt” — the winner — rallied votes too. If not in a blog, then in one of many possible ways. It was fascinating watching the poll numbers change throughout the weekend, and I checked in frequently. Most of the time I was actually ahead. And I noticed that Matt’s numbers remained stagnant for long periods of time, then increased rapidly in bursts. No accusation of cheating, here — he could have, say, taken a moment at work to ask an office full of techies or telemarketers to vote, which would easily explain at least one of the rapid increases.

    I really should have anticipated that readers of a quirky blog would largely go for the “funny” poem. And it rhymes, so it must be good, right? But there are no real sour grapes here, since I did like the winning poem, and since online voting isn’t much of a measure of anything, and since we all know that my poem was better anyway. Yep. So I’ll forego Spike Lee‘s perennial Oscar quip of “We wuz robbed” (he also used it for the title of his segment in a documentary), and instead butcher a classic observation by Allen Ginsberg: those contest voters “wouldn’t know poetry if it came up and buggered them in broad daylight.”

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Spam Poetry
    January 17, 2004 — 4:13 pm

    The J-Walk Blog is having a spam poetry contest (not poetry about the congealed luncheon meat, alas, which always has a special place in my heart), and whadda you know — I’m one of the three finalists. The blog’s readers are currently voting for the winner.

    The idea is to look through your spam and use the subject lines “to create a poem of any length.” In my case, since I hold on to all my email trash for at least a month, I had literally thousands of spam subject lines available. And what with spammers using random text in their subject lines these days (such as “Re: JHKMMC, even by moonlight”), I had a wide range of lyrical possibilities available. I ended up constructing a 105-line poem (not including the title, also a spam subject line) by copying and pasting directly from the subject lines of 106 separate spam emails, picking from the thousands I received from December 13, 2003, through January 14, 2004. Although I usually copied only a portion of each subject line for use as a line in the poem, they are still direct quotes. I saved all the pieces of spam used in constructing the poem to a text file, for posterity’s sake . . .

    Now, I’m not asking you to vote for me, or anything — I really like the second poem, too, whose author actually managed to construct several limerick stanzas out of spam subjects — but I’ve posted my poem below, since I’m pretty fond of it. If you want to vote for one of the three finalists, you can do so here.

    even by moonlight

    There is no substitute for a good night
    with clawed fingers
    in your Sleep
    I’m in your neighborhood
    dark cerise background
    wandering in wild
    moonlight to find
    the street lights
    eyeless golden statues
    splashing barefoot through
    torrents of rain
    quickly from home…
    Sleepless Nights
    Here Without Any
    reasonable or respectable option

    Knock knock
    Hello there!
    Remember me?
    i just arrived
    Lookie here, lookie here, she’s back
    How are you, sweetie?
    he was already
    agitated and anticipating
    familiarizing himself with
    the tight embrace
    Is this what you wanted
    began to murmur
    the whisper unclean
    This is what she wants
    Hey, this is real
    cracked voice responded
    painfully and added
    need some help?
    help her
    help her
    he wanted to
    said he would
    and began speaking
    this will help you

    He said I was a
    schizophrenic but also
    a moment later
    burst out ringing
    unconstrained merriment held
    warm during the
    moonlight so long
    so we walked
    back and forth
    then he splashed
    in the water as
    he flew away
    I know he likes me
    Massive giant
    large and in charge
    he went down
    plodded no farther
    immediately spun away
    suddenly interrupted himself
    turned and frowned
    shielding himself with
    the steady humming
    he must have
    tried too hard
    to save himself

    one hour passed
    with a chill
    there’s still time
    the silence lasted
    began to burn
    with what seemed
    unbearably loud jazz
    willingly
    i drink your
    years of experience
    inflamed and frightened
    gaining control over
    the danger threatening

    by the time I was finished, it was daylight
    I wake up feeling amazing
    Just in time for the
    embarrassing questions
    What are you doing
    i have been
    regarding your advice
    I couldn’t believe
    the first thing
    you unwittingly spoke
    Don’t wait
    don’t trust
    Don’t Disclose
    your real potential

    when you can’t get it
    understand nothing except
    a similar dialogue
    utopian talk might
    guarantee you that
    Passion should last forever
    wow, what a deal
    Who would have thought
    You wont believe that!
    your basic error
    Seeing is believing
    life without
    the American Dream
    I think we should try again

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    E Street Love
    January 10, 2004 — 11:58 pm

    Re: the post’s title — no, not Springsteen’s band. Definitely not.

    I’ve been waiting for about two years to see Bubba Ho-tep, and whadda you know — when it finally premieres in Washington DC it’s on the first day of business at the new state-of-the-art Landmark theater at 11th & E St. NW. With Bruce Campbell doing a brilliant Q&A session after the show! And just a few blocks from my office! In fact, the E St. theater has only been open for two days now, and I’ve already seen four films there (the other three: Monster, Girl With a Pearl Earring and My Architect: A Son’s Journey).

    I’m now officially in love with E Street Cinema — which even usurps the place in my heart previously held by Landmark Bethesda Row (and AFI’s Silver Spring theater). It’s beautiful. And sorely needed in downtown DC (if I never sit through another film projected on those postage stamp-sized screens at Dupont Circle and Inner Circle, it’ll be too soon).

    Landmark owner (and Dallas Mavericks owner) Mark Cuban rhetorically asked Wired magazine:

    Why can’t I preorder a DVD and receive it the day the film is released in theaters? Or buy it on my way out of the theater if I liked what I saw? One thing I learned from the Mavs is that you can watch the game on TV, but you’ll still go to the game, because it’s a different experience.

    I asked Mark on the pho list how soon we’ll get to start buying DVDs of the movies we just watched as we walk out of the theater. His response:

    We are doing test w dvd,s as you leave

    So far so good

    (If I were a billionaire, I probably wouldn’t bother with punctuation or spelling out every word, either . . .)

    Things are looking up for indy film. At least a little, in at least one regard. I think I’ll spend a Saturday there later this month, just watching every screening of The Triplets of Belleville — I caught it at Cinema 21 in Portland over Christmas vacation and it’s my second-favorite movie of 2003. Bigger pointless list of favorite films coming soon . . .

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Best CDs of 2003
    January 3, 2004 — 11:18 am

    Jesse Walker is continuing his end-of-year tradition of offering top-10 lists of the best films of years in previous decades, rather than of the preceding year. A great idea stemming from the fact that he claims not to have seen enough of the previous year’s films to create a credible list.

    Since in recent years I’ve generally seen a couple of hundred newly-released films per year — in theaters, no less (see, for example, my 2002 list) — I at least have the breadth of experience to create a credible list, if not the critical acuity. So, such a list will be forthcoming. I still have a few 2003 films I want to see first (Big Fish, House of Sand and Fog, Monster, Girl With a Pearl Earring, Bubba Ho-tep, Japanese Story, to name a few), but the bulk of the list is is mostly in place right now . . .

    In the meantime, members of the pho list are posting their top CDs of 2003. I can’t claim to have heard anywhere near as many new CDs this past year as the number of new movies I’ve seen, which automatically omits from my list many of the critical favorites of others. (Radiohead’s Hail to the Thief? Haven’t heard it. Elephant by The White Stripes? Same. Death Cab for Cutie? I’ve never heard anything by them, as far as I know.)

    But despite my more limited breadth of experience in new music, I really do hear a lot of new stuff anyway — much of which most other critics have likely not heard. I posted a list for 2002, and so I’m posting one for 2003 as well. Here goes:

    1. King Crimson, The Power to Believe
    2. John Zorn, Masada Guitars
    3. The Beatles, Let it Be… Naked
    4. Living Daylights, Night of the Living Daylights
    5. Robert Randolph & the Family Band, Unclassified
    6. Bill Frisell, The Intercontinentals
    7. Anton Fier, Dreamspeed/Blindlight 1992-1994
    8. Marc Ribot, Scelsi Morning
    9. Julius Hemphill, One Atmosphere
    10. King Crimson, Live in Guildford 1972
    11. John Zorn, Masada Anniversary Edition Vol. 3 – The Unknown Masada
    12. Curlew, Mercury
    13. The Tiptons, Short Cuts
    14. Buckethead, Bucketheadland 2
    15. The Decemberists, Her Majesty the Decemberists
    16. Roswell Rudd & Toumani Diabate, Malicool
    17. David Sylvian, Blemish
    18. Warren Zevon, The Wind
    19. Amy Denio, Nocturnis
    20. Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Greendale
    21. Dave Douglas, Freak In
    22. The John Scofield Band, Up All Night
    23. Dr. Lonnie Smith w/ David Fathead Newman, Boogaloo to Beck: A Tribute
    24. Al Green, I Can’t Stop
    25. Bela Fleck & the Flecktones, Little Worlds
    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Strangling Conversation
    December 27, 2003 — 8:16 pm

    I’ve written before, briefly, about my tendency to clam up in most group conversations: “It always seems to me like I’m more involved in conversations than I really am, actively caught up in the flow of what others are saying, only realizing later that I didn’t contribute much in the way of real, actual words to the discussion.” Even more recently, while recalling our conversation at an Adams Morgan diner after the last Blogorama, Tim Lee remembered me as “the relatively quiet one” — true enough, although I suspect I was as mentally wrapped up in the conversation as anyone else . . .

    About a month ago, while visiting Justin’s place for Thanksgiving, I read Steve Martin’s latest novella, The Pleasure of My Company. Since it’s about a guy with OCD I recognize many of the protagonist’s character traits with at least passing familiarity. But this paragraph reflects my own conversational habits almost perfectly:

    The difference now between me and Clarissa was that she was yakking and I was thinking. I felt I was in conversation with her; but my end of the dialogue never got spoken. So my brilliant comments, retorts, and summaries stayed put in my cortex, where only I would appreciate their clever spins and innuendos.

    It’s one of those rare moments when it feels like someone has a microscope pointed at your psyche, explicating something intimately familiar — but which you’ve never seen put into words before.

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    “Post something, already…”
    December 18, 2003 — 2:42 am

    So requested the other Shrubblogger a couple of days ago. I think of things to post all the time, but I never get around to writing them — or even just linking to them. It seems like a cliché to say I’ve been busy lately, but it’s true. A full-time job with an increasingly demanding freelance gig on the side; dealing with a broken-down car and buying a new one, getting a new copy of my birth certificate FedExed to me so I can get a Virginia driver’s license so I can get my new car registered in Virginia; spending more time than I have in recent memory (barely) exercising and acquiring and preparing food now that I’m well into an Atkins diet and can’t depend on cheap & easy Chipotle burritos any more; just getting miscellaneous crap done before my 10-day sojourn in Portland, OR . . .

    But it’s still a cop-out. Pretty much everyone is busy, but they still manage to update their blogs. After all, I’ve watched six movies since Friday night (not that you’d know it by my lists over to the right — all of which are hopelessly out of date). Are the movies really more important to me than the blog? I guess so — revealed preference and all. But I will endeavor to reveal a tweaked set of preferences in the future.

    So, what to post about? Current events? Yawn. No, thanks. Movie reviews? Too time-consuming. The game of Microsoft Hearts I played a few days ago in which all the final scores were multiples of 11? Sure. The scores came out to 22 (mine), 55, 88 and 121. I once won a game of Hearts with zero points as a final score; I also won once with 99 points — shooting the moon on the last hand.

    What else? A few weeks ago, influential libertarian blogger Jim Henley (if we keep repeating it, it will stick — remember Howard Stern, king of all media) said “phooey” to term limits, augmenting his distaste with a longer entry (the permalink is screwy; you may have to scroll down a few pages) over at Liberty & Power. I’ve been meaning to respond to this myself, even though my colleague Paul Jacob released a response of sorts first. Jim’s criticisms, though wrongheaded, deserve more consideration than we can fit into a two-minute radio spot.

    That letter over to the left, incidentally, would have been written in April 1990, most likely mailed on either Tuesday the 17th or Tuesday the 24th. The “big day” was senior prom, and I don’t recall whether it took place on the third or fourth Friday of that month (I’m guessing the fourth). The one girl I wanted to go with said she would be out of town . . . so I decided to go out of town, too, driving with my dad from Portland, OR, to Provo, UT, to pick up my brother from his first year at BYU. I missed an entire week of school, and while I was gone I heard that my would-be date would be, in fact, in town. She ended up going to the prom with someone else and I ended up crossing three states in a minivan with my dad, my brother and lots of luggage.

    I’ve never written much about spam because it’s never really bothered me. It’s a little annoying, but even though I get well over 200 spam emails per day it just doesn’t rile me. Every time I download my mail I spend a few seconds deleting the spam and it’s gone. I’ve never even bothered with a filter. So why go out of my way to write about a benign minor annoyance? How do you find a good angle on writing about something like that? (Tim) Wirkman Virkkala has done it for me. An excerpt:

    Now, I know — it would be easier if all we ever got in life was precisely what we wanted, and nothing else. In such a world, we would never have to engage in sorting, filing, destroying, massaging, etc. All data would be provided to us with precision, perfectly matching our evolving desires.

    Utopia! We do not live in such a dreamed-of state when we drive to work, watch TV, or talk to colleagues around the water cooler — or fend off neighbors at the local store. Much of what reaches our senses, and takes up our time, is stuff that we don’t find all that interesting. And so we devise strategies for dealing with unwanted advertisements and coffee-cooler bores. We cultivate sophisticated manners. We engage in strategies to avoid the uninteresting conversationalists; and we position ourselves to gain better access to the fascinating sources of entertainment and information. It all takes time. It does take up some of our precious attention. It’s something we have to live with.

    And it is not something we can control well, ahead of time. If everyone were to cull unwanted data before it hit them, they would learn almost nothing. And those people who are most successful at suppressing unwanted data? There’s a word for them. They are called bigots.

    I’ve pointed to J-Walk Blog links recently; should I add more? Mr. Walkenbach points us to some great celebrity detouching doctored photos, reveals the source inspiration for the cover of Frank Zappa’s excellent Weasels Ripped My Flesh album, and quotes the lamest blog advice I’ve ever seen: “[F]or the love of God, do not write about yourself. . . . Pick a real subject or series of subjects and stick to it — if you have to use the word ‘I’ more than once a week, you are doing something very, very wrong.” If all blogs followed that advice, I’d stop reading them almost entirely.

    OK, I guess this all amounts to “something”. More to come, sooner or later.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Synchroni-Swee’pea
    December 7, 2003 — 2:05 am

    For the past half hour or so I’ve been browsing through The Book of Ratings while watching The Justice League on The Cartoon Network, and as it rolled around to 2:00 a.m., Popeye came on. About a minute later, I inadvertently browsed to ratings for Popeye and Entourage. Coincidence?

    Incidentally, the previous set of ratings — McDonald’s Food — has a stunningly wrongheaded entry. The author gives the Double Quarter Pounder a D+! No freakin’ way! This has to be the single best low-grade fast food burger in existence. All shall tremble before its mealy might . . . And only a C- for McDonald’s barbecue sauce? Man, I could drink that stuff.

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    Voyeur of the Mundane
    December 6, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    On an old version of my friend Andrea Grant‘s home page, she posted a disclaimer to the effect that hers was pretty much just a personal site — not much of consequence, but full of the kind of stuff she liked to read on other people’s home pages. I had never really considered this before, but I realized it described my own browsing habits pretty well. I like reading about mundane, inconsequential crap — the more quirky and personal, the better. Hence my appreciation for stuff like Harvey Pekar‘s and R. Crumb‘s autobiographical comics (this would even apply to Chris Ware and Jim Woodring, come to think of it, even sans l’autobiographe), films like Eraserhead and The Straight Story, plays like Waiting for Godot, the poetry of William Carlos Williams and e.e. cummings, the music of Arlo Guthrie and Philip Glass, the The Andy Warhol Diaries, and my tendency to get sucked in by Real World marathons.

    The J-Walk blog is one of my favorite recent blog discoveries (if “recent” can be stretched to mean “several months ago”), because it’s constantly updated with steaming piles of useless trivialities. And today, Mr. Walkenbach has directed me to another sure favorite — Kempa.com, by a guy who has some great Barnes & Noble stories. I mean, how can you resist stuff like a ranking of several limited-edition varieties of Kit-Kat bars? (No permalink available; it’s about 2/3 down the page.)

    Also fun: The Book of Ratings, via Eve Tushnet (via Polytropos).

    Also also fun: The Playground. (Also also via The J-Walk blog.) Be sure to check out Shakeitbabe and Shakeitbabe v.2 — both work best with Internet Explorer, incidentally . . . on my machine, at least.

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    Cop-Out
    November 29, 2003 — 5:50 pm

    “She was a chair, tipped over backwards
    with his donkey jacket on her shoulders.”
    — Simon Armitage

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    Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb
    November 21, 2003 — 2:07 am

    I guess I should comment on Wednesday night’s episode of South Park. For those of you who didn’t see it, it was about a Mormon kid and his family who move to town. The kids at school and Stan Marsh‘s parents find the new family’s preternatural happy friendliness off-putting at first, but Stan and the Marsh family are gradually won over. But as they learn more about the family’s religion, we’re treated to reenactments of early Mormon history — stuff like Joseph Smith being visited by the angel Moroni, translating the Book of Mormon, etc. — with musical narration and a catchy refrain: “Dum, dum, dum, dum dum.”

    As the intermittent “historical” clips progress, and Joseph Smith’s stories and claims seem more and more outlandish, we realize that the refrain is a comment on the religion and its believers: “Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb dumb.” (I realized it would come to this during the first refrain, incidentally.) When someone finally demonstrates real skepticism (Martin Harris‘s wife, no less), the refrain changes to: “Smart, smart, smart, smart smart.”

    Stan becomes a skeptic himself, and denounces his new Mormon friend. But the episode ends on a note of tolerance, as the Mormon family is revealed to be sincere in their happy friendliness and the Mormon kid takes Stan to task: (paraphrasing) “Maybe Joseph Smith did make it all up. But even if he did, I don’t really care. Today, the church teaches families how to love each other and live good lives. I have a great life, and the Book of Mormon is responsible for that. But just because I have different beliefs, you let that stand in the way of friendship. You have a lot of growing up to do.” Roll credits.

    Earlier tonight, Michael Malice sent me a message about the show:

    i really liked that they had a pro-mormon message at the end. although most stupid people think the show is evil, they’re actually fairly balanced in the show with their iconoclasm. It also would have been very easy for them to show the family as phonies, but the fact that they were genuinely loving and caring I thought was clever.

    Yeah, they’ve pulled out great endings like that many times — like in the Big Gay Al scoutmaster episode, and the “Harbucks” coffee chain episode.

    I thought Wednesday night’s episode was pretty damn funny, but it’s always frustrating that Trey Parker gets so many Mormon details wrong, even while he demonstrates that he’s done a fair amount of research (as in Orgazmo). He pared Mormon history down to a series of absurd scenes that strain credulity. Not that those moments didn’t (kinda, sorta) happen, there’s just so much missing context. As an example, here’s a good paper on Book of Mormon translation (from a critical but ultimately apologetic institutional Mormon perspective).

    However, satire should ignore context, and this was effective satire. I really laughed harder during this episode than I have in quite awhile.

    But painting someone like Martin Harris as clueless and deluded just ignores too much history. I mean, Harris said stuff like this all the time:

    “Yes, I did see the plates on which the Book of Mormon was written. I did see the angel, I did hear the voice of God, and I do know that Joseph Smith is a true Prophet of God, holding the keys of the Holy Priesthood.”

    If he was following a charlatan, Harris wasn’t “dumb” — he was in on it, or purposefully living a lie. (But I don’t think these options make much sense in context, either.)

    I think this episode is ultimately good for Mormons, partly because it’s positive toward modern family-oriented Mormonism in the end, but also because Mormons should be able to understand and deal with difficult historical questions (of which there are many) from an outsider’s perspective — and this kind of pop-culture exposure might force some worthwhile confrontations . . .

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    The Scoodlers Raised a Howl
    November 20, 2003 — 5:53 pm

    Yay! Michael Malice sent me a Neill illustration of the Scoodlers, for your viewing pleasure. He says: “ask and ye shall receive (I’ve got close to 50 Oz books, some of which are now valuable). Finally, a use for them!”

    I only have a couple dozen, but I’ll catch up one of these days . . .

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    Scarry Oz
    November 20, 2003 — 1:20 am

    Some of my most vivid memories from when I was Zoe’s age are of my dad reading L. Frank Baum’s Oz books to me, particularly with the John R. Neill illustrations (I really wish I could find an online scan of the dreaded Scoodlers to link to).

    As for letters and numbers and basic words — I spent countless hours as a kid poring over some giant Richard Scarry collections we had. Since I’m not sure of the titles, it’s difficult to find these exact books online, as Scarry has published hundreds of books in various alternate versions and collections. This is the closest thing I can find to what I remember. But from what I’ve seen, any Scarry is good Scarry.

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    OK Computer
    November 19, 2003 — 2:06 pm

    My brother emailed me a copy of this press release, with a note: “These are the computers I help design.”

    When he was a little kid, he was obsessed with Santa Claus (I was convinced until I was five or six at his claim that there was a secret passageway to the North Pole way back in the depths of our holiday decorations storage closet) and wanted to be a toymaker when he grew up. Looks like he’s making some pretty cool toys.

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    Which Is to Be Master
    November 18, 2003 — 5:36 pm

    Heading a little further back in Rod Long’s blog archives, Rod takes Dennis Kucinich to task for his abuses of language, such as a proposed use of government force in “making non-violence an organizing principle.” He also notes Ayn Rand’s Anthem and George Orwell’s 1984 as examples of the “corruption of language as a tool of political control.” Fair enough.

    But he precedes the post with part of a famous quote from Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There, expanded below:

    “When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in a rather scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.”

    “The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”

    “The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master — that’s all.”

    This familiar quote is frequently misconstrued. Some time ago I was browsing through my copy of The Annotated Alice (a collection of both of Carroll’s Alice novels with annotation by Martin Gardner; my copy is the original edition, although the preceding link leads to the new, expanded edition, which I don’t own — so I don’t know whether it revises or updates any of the content to follow), and was particularly interested to read the annotation associated with this Humpty Dumpty quote. I hadn’t read this in years (and haven’t read through all of the annotations since high school):

    Lewis Carroll was fully aware of the profundity in Humpty Dumpty’s whimsical discourse on semantics. Humpty takes the point of view known in the Middle Ages as nominalism; the view that universal terms do not refer to objective existences but are nothing more than flatus vocus, verbal utterances. The view was skillfully defended by William of Occam and is now held by almost all contemporary logical empiricists.

    Even in logic and mathematics, where terms are usually more precise than in other subject matters, enormous confusion often results from a failure to realize that words mean “neither more nor less” than what they are intended to mean. In Carroll’s time a lively controversy in formal logic concerned the “existential import” of Aristotle’s four basic propositions. Do the universal statements “All A is B” and “No A is B” imply that A is a set that actually contains members? Is it implied in the particular statements “Some A is B” and “Some A is not B”?

    Carroll answers these questions at some length on page 165 of his Symbolic Logic. The passage is worth quoting, for it is straight from the broad mouth of Humpty Dumpty.

    The writers, and editors, of the Logical text-books which run in the ordinary grooves — to whom I shall hereafter refer by the (I hope inoffensive) title “The Logicians” — take, on this subject, what seems to me to be a more humble position than is at all necessary. They speak of the Copula of a Proposition “with bated breath”; almost as if it were a living, conscious Entity, capable of declaring for itself what it chose to mean, and that we, poor human creatures, had nothing to do but to ascertain what was its sovereign will and pleasure, and submit to it.

    In opposition to this view, I maintain that any writer of a book is fully authorised in attaching any meaning he likes to any word or phrase he intends to use. If I find an author saying, at the beginning of a book, “Let it be understood that by the word ‘black’ I shall always mean ‘white’, and that by the word ‘white’ I shall always mean ‘black’,” I meekly accept his ruling, however injudicious I may think it.

    And so, with regard to the question whether a Proposition is or is not to be understood as asserting the existence of its Subject, I maintain that every writer may adopt his own rule, provided of course that it is consistent with itself and with the accepted facts of Logic.

    Let us consider certain views that may logically be held, and thus settle which of them may conveniently be held; after which I shall hold myself free to declare which of them I intend to hold.

    The view adopted by Carroll (that both “all” and “some” imply existence but that “no” leaves the question open) did not finally win out. In modern logic only the “some” propositions are taken to imply that a class is not a null class. This does not, of course, invalidate the nominalistic attitude of Carroll and his egg. The current point of view was adopted solely because logicians believed it to be the most useful.

    When logicians shifted their interest from the class logic of Aristotle to the propositional or truth-value calculus, another furious and funny debate (though mostly among non-logicians) raged over the meaning of “material implication.” Most of the confusion sprang from a failure to realize that “implies” in the statement “A implies B” has a restricted meaning peculiar to the calculus and does not refer to any causal relation between A and B. A similar confusion still persists in regard to the multivalued logics in which terms such as “and,” “not,” and “implies” have no common-sense or intuitive meaning; in fact, they have no meaning whatever other than that which is exactly defined by the matrix tables, which generate these “connective” terms. Once this is fully understood, most of the mystery surrounding these queer logics evaporates.

    In mathematics equal amounts of energy have been dissipated in useless argumentation over the “meaning” of such phrases as “imaginary number,” “transfinite number,” and so on; useless because such words mean precisely what they are defined to mean; no more, no less.

    On the other hand, if we wish to communicate accurately we are under a kind of moral obligation to avoid Humpty’s practice of giving private meanings to commonly used words. “May we . . . make our words mean whatever we choose them to mean?” asks Roger W. Holmes in his article, “The Philosopher’s Alice In Wonderland,” Antioch Review, Summer 1959. “One thinks of a Soviet delegate using ‘democracy’ in a UN debate. May we pay our words extra, or is this the stuff that propaganda is made of? Do we have an obligation to past usage? In one sense words are our masters, or communication would be impossible. In another we are the masters; otherwise there could be no poetry.”

    Pointing this out is not meant as a defense of any particular hash Kucinich may have made out of the language. But there’s more than enough room in public discourse for multiple semantic approaches — strictly defining terms in question for the purposes of a given argument, and sticking to common usage elsewhere. There’s no shame in redefining a word to suit your purposes, as long as you make it clear that’s what you’re doing.

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    The Ultimate Foundation of Economic Science
    November 18, 2003 — 3:55 pm

    Catching up with Rod Long’s blog, I happened across this excellent economic illustration from last month.

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    Chicken Hawk Down
    November 11, 2003 — 4:03 am

    Bwahhahaha!

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    Workin’ Out is Easy to Do
    November 4, 2003 — 11:44 pm

    I’m in the market for some exercise equipment. It’s just that it can be awkward making fun of fat people when you’re fat too . . . And I really should exercise more (or at all) out of general thirtysomething health considerations, and there’s not a chance in hell I’ll do it in a gym. And I don’t particularly enjoy the outdoors. At least not on a regular basis.

    I had intended to get a good treadmill and put it in front of the TV, which would kill two birds simultaneously — another barrier to establishing an exercise routine is that I’m too busy watching movies. If I just make a point of watching more of those movies at home, on DVD or cable, I can hit the treadmill at the same time. And the amount of money I would save by seeing fewer movies in theaters would pay for the machinery in no time. It really would.

    I almost laid down about $1,400 for a treadmill the other day, but decided to do a little more research first. This page of treadmill-buying tips seemed helpful until I reached the end and realized it was compiled in 1996 — and that elliptical trainers were introduced at about the same time, and have many devotees today. But pretty much every page I could find that praised elliptical trainers was sponsored by someone who wanted to sell me an elliptical trainer. What to do?

    It appears that both can be used for equally vigorous workouts, although the elliptical trainers may go easier on joints — which, for all I know, could be an issue once I get started exercising. But the elliptical trainers I’ve looked at that are within my price range also have potentially worrisome weight limits that similarly-priced treadmills don’t.

    Anyone out there have any relevant experience or preference?

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    Jonzein’ for Sendak
    October 29, 2003 — 4:34 pm

    Some very cool news from Ain’t It Cool News.

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    Merry ‘Rama
    October 26, 2003 — 11:10 pm

    So Jon and I (more about Jon and I here) headed over to the Blogorama Thursday night, and had a great time, even though we barely made it farther than the front door. Jon got caught up in a fun-filled conversation about Perl programming right after arriving, and I . . . well, let’s just say the dynamics of the crowd weren’t ideal for accommodating my multitudinous frame for more than a step or two in any direction. Nevertheless, I got to see a few familiar faces (Jeremy Lott, Andrew Chamberlain, Jim Henley, Eve Tushnet) and met a few new people (Julian Sanchez, P.J. Doland, Tim Lee, an architect named Matt who I had a great conversation with but whose last name I have forgotten — and I don’t have indulgence in intoxicants as an excuse).

    Regrettably, I didn’t have time to stick around for Hulk/Thor deliberations — right after the crowd opened up enough for me to head to the back of the room and say hi to Jim (also right after Eve arrived), I left with Jon, P.J. and Tim for a couple hours of discussion over food at an Adams Morgan diner. P.J. has already blogged about one of our topics of discussion: who should we enshrine on currency rather than politicians? P.J.’s blog entry mentions three of his own suggestions (Duke Ellington, Mark Twain, The Wright Brothers), but there were some other worthy mentions — Frederick Douglass, Richard Feynman, Booker T. Washington, Nikola Tesla, Herbert Spencer, William Lloyd Garrison. It’s a tough call, finding figures who are accomplished enough, with something of an iconic status, who are also widely recognized as representative of the culture.

    I wish I had more occasion for the types of conversations that are so common at events like the Blogorama — long, rambling, heterodox ruminations on theory, philosophy, culture. The types of conversations that happened almost every day way back during my Cato internship, and frequently at Liberty magazine, but which now take place mostly online, in fits, starts and stages. And only once in awhile in the real world . . .

    But the best thing about Thursday night may be that I’ve turned Jon into a Henry Threadgill fan.

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    Lionizing Roy
    October 25, 2003 — 12:34 am

    There are many different ways of dealing with loss. One of them is to start wearing leather pants.

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    Rent Parties
    October 24, 2003 — 4:04 pm

    During the 1920s and ’30s, rent parties were common events in Harlem:

    Harlemites soon discovered that meeting these doubled, and sometimes tripled, rents was not so easy. They began to think of someway to meet their ever increasing deficits. Someone evidently got the idea of having a few friends in as paying party guests a few days before the landlord’s scheduled monthly visit. It was a happy; timely thought. The guests had a good time and entered wholeheartedly into the spirit of the party. Besides, it cost each individual very little, probably much less than he would have spent in some public amusement place. Besides, it was a cheap way to help a friend in need. It was such a good, easy way out of one’s difficulties that others decided to make use of it. Thus was the Harlem rent-party born. . . .

    I’ve always been interested in those parties because they were often showcases for great jazz: “At the best rent parties, professional Harlem musicians- who called them ‘jumps’ or ‘shouts’- would show up after their paying gig.” I can only imagine, but this music must have been unbelievably smokin’ — all-night jam sessions after the musicians had warmed up at their pro gigs. If I could travel back in time, I think I might head to a few of those parties first.

    I’m no communitarian, but I’ve always been impressed by the problem-solving nature of these parties. At worst, you have a great time at an amazing party (OK, at worst you have a heart attack or someone shoots you — but I’m making a rhetorical point, here). At best, you help a friend pay his bills without breaking your own bank.

    Which brings me to the inspiration for this post — Jeremy Lott, assistant managing editor of The American Spectator, who I saw again last night at the Blogorama, has a friend who could use some help paying the rent. I don’t know the guy, but he seems like a nice enough fellow.

    So, if you’re having fun at this blog party that goes on every day for free, and if you’re in a generous mood, why not toss some money in the hat and help a brother out? If a lot of people each toss in a little bit, it’s an easy way to help a good guy out of a tight spot.

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    Take a Look, It’s In a Book
    October 23, 2003 — 5:25 pm

    An amazingly useful new feature from Amazon: Search Inside the Book. Sez Amazon: “Search Inside the Book allows you to search millions of pages to find exactly the book you want to buy. It’s like browsing a gigantic bookstore with millions of searchable pages right at your fingertips.”

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    Finally Firebird-Friendly
    October 20, 2003 — 1:50 am

    Justin pointed out a month or two, or three, or so, ago that the gutter lists (blogrolls?) on this page displayed with insanely skewed margins when viewed with Mozilla Firebird. I brushed it off at the time, figuring that Firebird was still a marginal browser in development and just didn’t support the CSS commands I used to customize the UL margins. After all, it looked fine in Internet Explorer.

    But Firebird recommendations kept popping up all over the place, and I’ve always been a fan of cross-platform compatibility, even if I don’t switch between platforms much myself (the endless search for a better browser has never interested me; I just don’t care if I can get a web page to load half-a-second faster). So I searched some CSS tutorial pages to find out if there was a more universal way of coding the UL tags. And props go to the W3C’s page on “Box model” specs for providing a solution.

    This page now looks fine not only in Internet Explorer, but also in Mozilla, Mozilla Firebird, Netscape and Opera. At least in the Windows XP versions of those particular browsers . . .

    Any Mac, Linux, or misc.-other users care to confirm said fineness from your own computing environments? Gracias.

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    Blogorama
    October 18, 2003 — 11:51 pm

    Another one is coming up on Thursday. I didn’t make it to the last one, because Justin had the nerve to make that his last night in Annapolis, before moving to St. Louis. But I’ll be there this time, as will a few other people I know . . .

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    Dry, Itchy Scalping
    October 12, 2003 — 11:15 pm

    Today I noticed another meaningless coincidence while reading Jim Henley’s blog. After watching Lucy Liu get scalped onscreen for the second time this weekend, I came home and checked my email and a few blogs, finding a post by Jim that’s all about scalping . . .

    I don’t remember exactly when this was, but the first time I heard about scalping I was baffled to find out that it was illegal in many places. I was too young to know anything about economics or property rights theory, but I just didn’t get why you couldn’t sell something that you owned to somebody else who wanted to buy it. Libertarianism didn’t come along until much, much later, but this may have been the first time I realized that governments could and did pass laws that were clearly absurd.

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    Controlling ‘Cool’
    October 11, 2003 — 4:20 am

    The Mackinac Center hones in on the conditions that make “cool” communities thrive (via Free-Market.net‘s Freedom News Daily):

    In the early 1980’s, the leaders of Flint, Mich. announced plans of their own. They wanted to make downtown Flint into a hip tourist Mecca. Plans called for a new shopping center, a new luxury hotel, and a theme park. After spending over $70 million, that plan today is known simply as the disaster “AutoWorld.”

    What was the difference that determined success in the one case, and failure in the other? Gov. Jennifer Granholm should ponder the answer to that question. She is creating a “cool cities” advisory panel and calling upon 250 cities in other states to do the same. She hopes that 251 new government commissions will come up with ideas that can revive depressed urban areas.

    Why did SoHo succeed while Flint failed? Did New York’s development bureaucrats figure out a better way to accomplish their goal than did Flint’s? Nope. In fact, SoHo historian Richard Kostelanetz argues that the lack of centralized planning was essential to SoHo’s success. He claims SoHo succeeded because its development flew below the radar screens of control-seeking bureaucrats, politically connected developers, and local zoning bureaucracies. In short, SoHo succeeded because government planning wasn’t involved at all.

    In fact, it was openly opposed. Kostelanetz tells the story of a feisty Lithuanian immigrant named Maciunas, who came to New York to study art, but who also had tremendous talent as a real estate developer, and was extraordinarily disdainful of abiding by the law. According to The Village Voice, “By 1968, 10 years before his death, Maciunas had used nearly 17 buildings to create 11 co-ops for artists,” around which the SoHo community formed. “He did every transaction in cash, commingled funds, and basically broke every rule in the book. The authorities were after him for years,” Kostelanetz told The Voice.

    The point is that if governments want “cool cities” to grow up in their midst, government planners will have very little to do with it. The best thing the bureaucrats can do is to perform the core functions of government well — and otherwise get out of the way.

    Sadly, the state of Michigan abounds with examples of bureaucratic pipe dreams and overzealous regulation that strangle the life out of our cities at the same time that vital services like infrastructure, schools and police protection are allowed to decay.

    This reminds me of my hometown, Portland, OR — the very model of a modern central planning zeitgeist. Guys like Randal O’Toole and organizations like the Cascade Policy Institue have done some particularly good work in exposing Portland’s planning folly, but it’ll take a long time for the tide to turn. I still love Portland, but it’s like a friend engaging in dangerously self-destructive behavior — someone needs to stage an intervention.

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    Intolerable Teasers
    October 9, 2003 — 1:25 am

    The trailer and TV spots for Intolerable Cruelty have made the film look like a genial, pedestrian (if slightly dark) romantic comedy. It’s been a little disconcerting, since I’m such a huge Coen brothers fan — but studio trailers these days are designed to look as streamlined and clichéd as possible. Over the past couple of months I continued to suspect that a much better film was waiting for me on opening night.

    I won’t know for sure until Friday night, but it appears that my suspicions are confirmed by an Ain’t It Cool News reviewer:

    After seeing INTOLERABLE CRUELTY, I am yet again baffled by the Coen’s talent. They somehow were able to hide an honest to God off the wall Coen Bros movie in a mainstream film, the way a parent will hide medicine in a sugary treat. In this case, the difficult child is the mainstream movie-goer who will be tricked into seeing (and appreciating) a Coen Bros movie and may never even know they were duped. Likewise, INTOLERABLE CRUELTY acts like a great dose of potent anti-biotic, pumping life and energy into the current film scene.

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    Broken Windows
    October 8, 2003 — 4:00 am

    A nice reminder of the reasons that make Windows so weak. And I use Windows pretty much 99.9% of the time. Via Tim Virkkala‘s ThinkingMatters discussion list.

    Really, someday I’ll have to get into Linux.

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    Gilligan Girls
    October 7, 2003 — 8:49 pm

    Last night I turned on the TV at about 3:45 a.m. after an aborted attempt at falling asleep and stumbled across an episode of Gilligan’s Island. This was hands-down my favorite show as a kid, but it’s probably been a couple of years, at least, since I last caught an episode. During a Gilligan/Mr. Howell conversation, I had the strange sense that I had seen it very recently, like within the past week or so. Then it struck me — the rhythms and cadences of their speech were uncannily similar to Rory/Lorelai conversations on Gilmore Girls — which is, incidentally, my favorite live-action TV show currently airing.

    Everything old is new again.

    Earlier last night I watched Empire of the Ants on cable, which contains literally the worst acting I’ve ever seen. It was even tough to enjoy it ironically . . .

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    Inner Light
    October 2, 2003 — 3:53 am

    Is it appropriate to display an image of Christ on a pumpkin? Now you know. Via The Sugar Beet.

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    Caught in the Web
    October 2, 2003 — 2:10 am

    Stayed up late last night slapping together a quick web site for Tom Coburn’s new book. Stayed up late tonight getting the October Tranquil Space newsletter put together and sent, among numerous other site updates. Altogether, I estimate I spent about 15 hours yesterday doing various types of computer-oriented “work”; about 12 hours today. I missed out on seeing two movies I wanted to catch, which will probably no longer be in theatres by Friday, and a concert that I hoped to see tonight. Whine, whine, whine . . . Tomorrow at the office will be pretty hectic again, getting the latest Common Sense mailing prepared and sent out to radio stations, but at least it won’t last all day — I’m heading out a little early to hang with some friends. See y’all then.

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    So Long, and Thanks for All the Chips
    September 30, 2003 — 1:20 am

    My brother sent along an EE Times article about new developments in computer chip design, and prefaced it by saying:

    Here is a short article describing simple overviews of where the semiconductor business is going in the next few years. As the article shows, current methods of fabricating chips are reaching a performance and economic limit, but new ideas and techniques are being developed to take the place of what has been done in the past. These changes will go unnoticed by consumers but are large complicated steps from an engineering standpoint. So the life of pure silicon chips will be gone shortly.

    Pure silicon, we hardly knew ye.

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    My Feet Smell Like Feet
    September 30, 2003 — 1:11 am

    It’s funny because it’s true.

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    I Annoying Music
    September 29, 2003 — 4:15 pm

    I’ve always been interested in the possibilities of electronic music, but not interested enough to filter through all the lame, cheesy stuff out there. Now and then I stumble across a good starting point, like David Byrne’s blip-hop compilation (thanks, Justin!). Now the very cool J-Walk blog has led me to Ishkur’s Guide to Electronic Music, which has lots of audio clips and allows me to navigate straight to the arcane sub-sub-genres that I want to hear. Like “Noisecore”:

    Noisecore is not music insomuch as it is anti-music. It is a recreation of the sounds in our modern technological society through an abrasive form. In this instance, then, what is commonly considered noise is not. . . . Noisecore as a genre is definitely not something we are looking for, and you are much better off simply disregarding it entirely and taking everything I just said as a huge collossal waste of time.

    Or “Glitch”:

    If the naysayers have been complaining a lot that electronic music just sounds like a cd skipping over and over again, you can now show them this genre as verifiable proof that YES–indeed, that is what the music is doing. clicks, cuts, scratchy, sped-up samples, and everything but the kitchen sink. This is sound collage music, put together with all the skill and ingenuity of a 5 year old finger painting. And Glitchcore rules for that stupid fact alone.

    Looks like I have many, many more CDs to buy . . .

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    Making the Scene
    September 25, 2003 — 11:34 pm

    I’ve been in the presence of famous entertainers for three evenings so far this week, which has been lotsa fun, even without meeting any of them . . .

    Monday night I caught the A Mighty Wind show at the 9:30 Club. It was great, and just about everyone was there — at least, all of the well-known actors who played musicians in the film were there, and then some. They even had Bob Balaban in character as Jonathan Steinbloom, warning people not to touch the stage because there were so many wires running across it, and wondering if rain might seep in through the roof and electrocute somebody . . . And Jennifer Coolidge even put in a couple of appearances, as the publicist with an accent of indeterminable origin.

    No Fred Willard or Ed Begley Jr., but we got to see most of the New Main Street Singers, as an octet instead of the usual neuftet (but even Parker Posey showed up!), all three of the Folksmen (Harry Shearer still in drag, as per the film’s epilogue), and Mitch & Mickey (during a quiet moment between songs, someone shouted out a request for “God Loves a Terrier” from Best in Show; Eugene Levy responded, “I think that He . . . loves all creatures.”). Early in the show I felt momentarily wistful that they almost certainly wouldn’t perform Catherine O’Hara’s catheter song (also from the film’s epilogue, performed at a medical supply trade show) — but they did! (The melancholy strains of “Sure-Flo, Sure-Flo” have been running through my head ever since.) Definitely worth every penny of the 50 (!) bucks it cost to get in. It would be interesting to have seen multiple shows, to see how much of their shtick was scripted and how much was improv.

    Tuesday night it was a Randy Newman concert at The Birchmere. I’ve always liked the Randy Newman stuff that I’ve heard, but he’s one of those ’70s-era seriocomic singer-songwriters that I’ve never spent much time listening to (same with guys like Harry Nilsson and Harry Chapin). But he’s been a big influence on musicians I do listen to (like Adrian Belew), and I’ve always wanted to hear more — it’s just never been a priority.

    He still has a scathing wit, and was ready to point it at himself, particularly in a piece decrying formerly-talented old hack musicians who don’t know when to quit, called “I’m Dead But I Don’t Know It.” He played just about all the Randy Newman material that I already knew, like “Short People” (which I first heard on The Muppet Show) and “Political Science” (which I first heard from my high school English Lit. teacher, who liked to pass around the Whole Earth Catalog in class), and even some of the apparently original templates for songs made famous by others, like “You Can Leave Your Hat On” and “Mama Told Me (Not to Come).”

    He, of course, played his hit from the first Toy Story movie, “You’ve Got a Friend in Me,” But he didn’t play the song I was hoping for the most, which requires a moment of explanation . . . I’m not at all the kind of guy that cries during movies. I don’t think it’s ever happened. But I can recall two cinematic instances when I felt the tear ducts making a vestigial effort to well up: first, during the scene in The Shawshank Redemption where Brooks Hatlen tries to cope with the speed of modern life after having spent 50 years behind bars; second, during the scene in Toy Story 2 where Jessie, a neglected doll, recalls the lost affection of her former owner. This scene features Sarah McLachlan singing the Randy Newman song “When She Loved Me.” And it’s kind of embarrassing that it touched me so much, since I am by no means a Sarah McLachlan fan. (But she did sing “Basted in Blood”, so she can’t be that bad . . .)

    Last night, I caught a screening of a new independent film at the Bethesda Landmark theater (incidentally, the Landmark chain was just purchased by Mark Cuban, owner of the Dallas Mavericks and former CEO of broadcast.com; he told the Pho List earlier this evening that “We are going to be vertically integrated w our other companies….and
    not play by the rules”). My friend James said he might show up for the film too, but he ended up bailing to stay late at work, of all things . . .

    The film was Pieces of April, starring Katie Holmes, Oliver Platt and Patricia Clarkson. It was written and directed by Peter Hedges, the guy who wrote both the novel and screenplay forms of What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. Both Hedges and Platt attended the screening and gave a Q&A session afterward. The film itself was great — it may make my top 10 list for the year. And the “A” parts of the Q&A session contained quite a bit of valuable info, particularly on the logistics of making a quality film with well-known stars for less than half-a-million bucks. I hope it becomes the most profitable film ever made. (I guess it’s not really a “film” since it was shot with handheld digital video cameras, but the word still feels right.)

    As they were wrapping up the Q&A, they said they would take one more question, so I raised my hand and Oliver Platt pointed at me (at second-row-center, I was hard to miss). So I asked him: “Oliver, is there any way you can please steal the role of Ignatius Reilly away from Will Ferrell?” He politely brushed it off with “Let’s work on that together,” and said that they could take one most “last” question . . .

    A bonus: the Pieces of April screening let out early enough that I was still able to catch American Splendor for the third time.

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    Malice in Splendorland
    September 25, 2003 — 9:22 pm

    Michael Malice called earlier today, and told me more about the forthcoming Malice-themed American Splendor stories. This is even bigger than I had thought. I told him: “It’s almost surreal for me, too, and it has nothing to do with me.” Be sure to keep an eye out for the world’s latest comic book hero . . .

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    Sartre @ Wal-Mart
    September 24, 2003 — 2:02 pm

    Tom Palmer discovers an example of what makes America great . . .

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    Instead of a Yahoo
    September 24, 2003 — 1:01 am

    My pal Tim Virkkala (or Wirkman Virkkala, depending on the day, or the context, or something) has been updating and expanding his web presence with a few new sites outside of the redesigned Instead of a Blog, among them a Geocities page explaining the coolness of one of his email addresses:

    Houyhnhnm, to be pronounced as a whinney (whinnem), is the name Swift gave to his rational horse creatures in the final book of Gulliver’s Travels. They rule over the bestial hominids, the Yahoos.

    When, years ago, I decided that I would try Yahoo.com’s excellent Web-based email service, I blanched a bit at the domain name. I was no Yahoo!

    So I decided on the email name houyhnhnm, which would distinguish myself, I thought, from all the yahoos. And was pleasantly surprised when the name was available; it seemed such an obvious moniker to choose. Arguably, houyhnhnm@yahoo.com is the best email address on Yahoo; perhaps on all the Internet.

    I’ve known about this email address of his since 1998, and although I recognized the “houyhnhnm” reference immediately, I never picked up on the fact that “yahoo” referenced the same thing! I guess I had just associated yahoo.com with a single context for too long. So, even though I admired the first part of the email address as a cool, semi-obscure literary reference, I had missed the whole point . . .

    One of Tim’s other new web efforts is the revamped wirkman.com, which is shaping up to be a small portal that includes a featured link to yours truly and lots of stuff for sale! As a satisfied buyer of several of Tim’s eBay-auctioned items, I can assure you that if you see something on his page you want you’ll be getting quality stuff with a hassle-free transaction. So go pick something up before I get to it first.

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    Synchronicity
    September 24, 2003 — 12:32 am

    So I’m reading Jim Henley’s blog while watching tonight’s episode of Letterman, and I finish the entry about comic book stores, proceeding to the fake bit about Elvis Costello’s new album exactly as the commercial break ends and Letterman introduces Costello and Steve Nieve performing a piece from the album . . .

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    Better Than a Wash
    September 22, 2003 — 12:44 am

    Earlier today I stopped by Chipotle for a burrito (mmm, barbacoa) and picked up another burrito to take home and heat up several hours later in the evening. As I got back to my car, the paper bag in which they had placed the “to-go” burrito broke, spilling the burrito (and, after impact, the burrito’s contents) into the street. I almost went back to ask if they would replace the food because of the faulty bag, but decided against it and went home burritoless.

    I made my way home and parked near my building’s front door. When I stepped out of the car, I noticed a small pile of tan cardstock flyers lying on the asphalt directly outside my driver’s side door; closer inspection revealed them to be a stack of seven Chipotle “FREE BURRITO” coupons. Wow.

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    American Malice
    September 21, 2003 — 3:56 pm

    I promised not to spill this news, but since Michael Malice has announced it on his own site, I guess I’m free to spread it here:

    I have been given clearance to announce that I will be the subject of several American Splendor pieces, varying in length. The first will probably hit within a few weeks and will be about a story that first appeared on this very site, somehow validating this pathetic excuse for a page.

    How cool is that? You can find the post detailing Michael’s first meeting with Harvey Pekar here.

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    After the Harlot Isabel
    September 19, 2003 — 10:04 am

    Alma 39:3
    And this is not all, my son. Thou didst do that which was grievous unto me; for thou didst forsake the ministry, and did go over into the land of Siron among the borders of the Lamanites, after the harlot Isabel.

    After several concerned calls from the parents over the last couple of days, I promised my mom I would find the safest place to hide out during the storm — so I crashed in the office last night. Not at all fun, although it helps to have cable, high-speed Internet access, a kitchen, and a big comfy chair. A cot would have been nice.

    The California Guitar Trio show in Annapolis was canceled after all — an obvious call, really. Paul doesn’t have permanently accessible entries in his online diary, so I’ll quote instead:

    The CGT show in Annapolis tonight has been cancelled due to Hurricane Isabel. The owner of the venue was concerned about power outages, flooding and the safety of the audience and performers. This will impact the finances of the tour significantly, but better to be safe. We will reschedule the show for our next trip to the east coast. This afternoon, I’ve been in my hotel room here in Frederick following the storm on CNN, TWC and watching out the window. This morning, before the show was cancelled, I was actually looking forward to the adventure of doing a show during the Hurricane, but now that I see how severe it is, I don’t think anybody will be going to any shows in Annapolis

    Now, since I’m amazingly tired, the question is whether to stay here for awhile and get some work done, or just go home and get some sleep? I did get a bunch of work done after hours yesterday, but I have more to do that needs doing. And I’m not even sure what the roads are like yet; I just stopped pretending to sleep a few minutes ago. Decisions, decisions . . .

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    CGT vs. Isabel
    September 17, 2003 — 5:53 pm

    I’m just about to head up to Frederick to catch the California Guitar Trio at the All Saints Episcopal Church. I’ve seen them there once before, and it’s a great venue for them. The CGT is scheduled to play tomorrow night in Annapolis, at the Ramshead — this is a show I’ve been looking forward to, but how smart would it be to head farther east right before Isabel is supposed to hit? Maybe the show will be called off. But if they don’t cancel it, will I manage to stay away? Stay tuned . . .

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    Cookie as Carrot
    September 16, 2003 — 7:13 pm

    A few weeks ago, during my trip to Boise, I went out to lunch with my two sisters, two brothers-in-law, two brand-spankin’-new nephews and my three-year-old niece. My niece was kinda fussy about her food, so my sister and brother-in-law used an Oreo cookie as motivation. Every time she pushed away her food or became engrossed in something other than lunch, they just had to remind her that a cookie was waiting for her if she cleaned her plate. She’d dig in again in no time.

    She finally finished eating and asked for the cookie. When she got it, she took a small nibble, made a face and handed it back.

    Her dad smiled. “She doesn’t like Oreos. Never has.”

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    Coincidence?
    September 14, 2003 — 7:33 pm

    I saw two new movies back to back last night, at the same theater (less than five minutes of downtime between shows). The first included a partially reenacted fountain scene from La Dolce Vita. The second included a few seconds of the actual scene playing on a TV screen in a Japanese hotel room. What are the chances?

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    Open Range
    September 13, 2003 — 1:50 am

    So I saw Open Range the other night. Justin has been pestering me (in a good way, of course) to see this, and although it’s a movie I’m likely to see and enjoy, it’s not the type of movie I ever look forward to. The trailer just makes it look like a boringly earnest, humorless epic. And although those are qualities the film possesses in small degree, I dug it overall. Orson Scott Card’s review is pretty much spot-on, although I definitely don’t share his disdain (hatred, even) for films with a more ambiguous moral grounding. (Card’s take on American Beauty is one of the most astonishing, though mercifully brief, misreadings I’ve ever seen.)

    Early on, I felt like smacking Kevin Costner whenever he opened his mouth. I decided that since I was digging pretty much everything else, I’d stop letting it bother me. So, about 10 minutes into the film, I stopped letting it bother me. The annoying music was much harder to ignore. As were some hackneyed moments toward the end, particularly in the Final Showdown (a common fault of Final Showdowns, really), where the bad guy is revealed to be not just a guy operating with a conflicting moral compass, but a Really Very Evil guy.

    Oh well . . . Did I mention I really liked it overall, though? And I wish Robert Duvall could be in every movie.

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    Stuff Doesn’t Work That Way
    September 13, 2003 — 1:12 am

    Andrew Chamberlain points out that the guy behind How Stuff Works “has independently discovered Soviet Marxism” — spurred, evidently, by his fear that robots are stealing our jobs and destroying the economy . . .

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    Johnny Cash
    September 13, 2003 — 1:03 am

    I’ve never listened to much Johnny Cash, really. It’s always been in the back of my mind that I should give his oeuvre a try, but I’ve almost certainly heard Mike Keneally imitate him more than I’ve heard the real thing. Which is pretty sad, come to think of it. Any suggestions on where to start?

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    More People I Barely Know
    September 8, 2003 — 7:09 pm

    I met a bunch of people at Jesse Walker‘s birthday party Saturday night in Baltimore, some of whom have blogs. So, in the spirit of an expansive definition of “People I Know,” I’m linking to three new people who I barely know at all (Jim Henley, Jeremy Lott and Eve Tushnet) in my list to the right (a list that contains quite a few people that I actually know quite well . . . really). I enjoyed the party, very much, although — vibrant conversationalist that I am — I spent more time listening to others than actually talking to them. It always seems to me like I’m more involved in conversations than I really am, actively caught up in the flow of what others are saying, only realizing later that I didn’t contribute much in the way of real, actual words to the discussion. At any rate, there’s nothing like a roomful of brilliant writers to make one feel like a stammering subliterate. Or is that just me?

    Many of the people I met Saturday live in the DC area, so hopefully I’ll see some of them again — so they can be “People I Know” in more than just a nominal sense.

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    Shout Out to Tiffany!
    September 4, 2003 — 9:24 pm

    If Justin won’t do it, then I will . . .

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    Blasting Out My Eardrums
    September 3, 2003 — 8:11 pm

    I’ve been much too busy lately. I stayed up until 5:30 a.m. finishing up the September issue of No Uncertain Terms, so I could send copies out to the powers that be for final approval and get it to the printer as early as possible today. And I spent most of today putting together a biweekly mailing of Common Sense CDs and cassettes to dozens and dozens and dozens of radio stations. And over the weekend I had to get the Tranquil Space newsletter and tons of web site edits finished. For both Tranquil Space and U.S. Term Limits. Not to mention slow progress on some stuff I’m writing for Liberty. Over the next few days I need to create a new Michigan term limits web site and talk to another cat about some freelance web stuff he needs done . . .

    So I’ll let Justin be the one to pay attention to current events and libertarian infighting for the time being, as interesting as all that stuff is. (For the record, one of my coworkers is good friends with Sheldon Richman, and another one of my coworkers is good friends with Robert Bidinotto, and both of these coworkers are friends with each other — and with me. And although I don’t know Wendy McElroy personally, she and I are both Liberty contributing editors. The FFF is a regular Liberty advertiser, and Jacob Hornberger seemed like a nice enough guy the times I’ve met him. What a tangled web . . .).

    Intead of diving into all that messy stuff, I’ll just tell you what I’m listening to.

    Among the things I sent my sister for her birthday, I put together a mix disc of Henry Threadgill music. Threadgill is one of my favorite musicians and composers, but listening to his music while I’m trying to get other stuff done is not always easy going — it’s not always tonal or rhythmic in obvious ways. But this disc I put together for my sister is like crack for me — I’ve been listening to a copy I made for myself constantly. It’s still not exactly easy going, but it all tends to groove in some intriguing ways, and I can concentrate on other things while it’s blasting out my eardrums. Here’s the lineup:

    1. “Next” (9:04)
      Henry Threadgill Very Very Circus
      Live at Koncepts, 1991
    2. “Black Blues” (4:28)
      The Henry Threadgill Sextet
      Just the Facts and Pass the Bucket, 1983
    3. “Come Carry the Day” (6:06)
      Henry Threadgill Very Very Circus
      Carry the Day, 1994
    4. “King Porter Stomp” (3:48)
      Air
      Air Lore, 1979
    5. “Little Pocket Size Demons” (10:49)
      Henry Threadgill Very Very Circus
      Too Much Sugar for a Dime, 1993
    6. “Paper Toilet” (5:39)
      Henry Threadgill Very Very Circus
      Too Much Sugar for a Dime, 1993
    7. “Hope A Hope A” (7:40)
      Henry Threadgill Very Very Circus
      Spirit of Nuff . . . Nuff, 1990
    8. “Do the Needful” (6:53)
      Henry Threadgill’s Zooid
      Up Popped the Two Lips, 2001
    9. “Try Some Ammonia” (12:23)
      Henry Threadgill Very Very Circus
      Too Much Sugar for a Dime, 1993
    10. “When Was That?” (10:22)
      The Henry Threadgill Sextet
      When Was That?, 1982
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    Malted Malice
    August 29, 2003 — 10:39 pm

    I left out a shout out in my last post (a completely lame, unironic-sounding straight-faced white-guy appropriation of hip-hop lingo). I actually intended to include it, but forgot about it once I started typing.

    Belated kudos to Michael Malice for Overheard in New York, a web site he started with a friend a few weeks ago. Check it out and you too can eavesdrop on the cream of New York conversation without having ever visited there. Or am I the only person who’s lived on the East Coast for one-sixth of his life without ever making it up to NYC? A sample:

    Check Your Attitude While You’re At It

    Bag check guy: I want your bag.
    Comic book chick: Pardon?
    Bag check guy: You know the rules. Give me your bag.
    Comic book chick: Sorry, I didn’t know I had to check this.
    Bag check guy: What did you think, that I’m just some crazy black man sitting up here harassing people?
    Comic book chick: Could be.
    Bag check guy: That’s true.

    –Forbidden Planet, 13th Street

    If only there were a DC counterpart to which I could submit entries, I might actually start paying attention to other people . . .

    In other news, a couple of days ago I discovered a jar of malted milk at my local grocery store. Ever since the days when I worked at the Hollywood Burger Bar, making malts for myself with enough malted milk stirred in that it tasted like liquid Whoppers (the candy, not the burgers), I’ve wanted to buy malted milk for home use. It just never occurred to me to look for it. So when I saw it sitting on the shelf, I had to buy it. I also picked up some Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup for the first time ever (believe it or not it’s true, despite my photo) and some non-malted-milk. Very, very tasty.

    I used so much malt and syrup in proportion to the milk that it actually reminded me of the last time Michael Malice visited DC, to attend Cato‘s first and only annual LibertyFest. The refreshments included a DIY sno-cone maker, and we pretty much filled our paper cones with icy blue corn-syrup soup. Extremism in the pursuit of artificial flavorings is no vice.

    Anyway, now I just need to invest in some ice cream. And a blender. Anyone dare me to toss a can of Scotch Broth soup in there too?

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    Shout Outs (or is that “Shouts Out”?)
    August 26, 2003 — 4:25 pm

    I’ve been remiss for awhile now, burying links to my friends and acquaintances down below an ever-growing pile of movies and music that no one cares about. So I’ve moved them to the top of the column and added a list of some of my other favorite sites and people. It’s not at all an exhaustive list, but these are the links that immediately came to mind, so you at least know a little about my immediate interests and priorites . . .

    Here’s a shout out to Justin for giving props to term limits yesterday. Although I should point out that the 22nd Amendment wasn’t passed until after FDR had been elected to his fourth term, died, and his replacement, Truman, had been elected to a second term. As power-mad as FDR was, it wasn’t yet unconstitutional to be president for more than two terms (although he was the first executive officer brazen enough to do it). See the U.S. Term Limits 22nd Amendment page for more details.

    Term limits is definitely one of the most important political reforms there is, and I’ve dedicated the past four-plus years of my professional life to advancing term limits at all levels of government. Some of the best analysis of the importance and benefits of term limits has been done by Cato Institute staff, from the classic policy analysis by John Fund to an early, influential briefing paper by Stephen Moore and Aaron Steelman, to Doug Bandow’s policy analysis urging the then-fledging Republican Congress to follow through with their term limits promises now that they had achieved power, to Patrick Basham’s assessment of the effect of term limits laws that have been passed so far. You should also check out Eric O’Keefe’s groundbreaking book on term limits, Who Rules America: The People Vs. the Political Class. And South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford’s firsthand account of the benefits of term limits on his own congressional tenure.

    A lot of stuff, eh? But that’s not all. You should really subscribe to Paul Jacob’s Common Sense email list, to stay abreast of the latest info about term limits and other government reforms. Since I’m the guy who actually sends out the Common Sense emails (and posts them to the web, and records the audio for radio play), I’m clearly biased here. But so what? Sign up and I’ll start sending you some great email.

    Here’s another shout out, this time to Rational Review, which is featuring our blog in its “Hot Site” spot. The fine folks over at Rational Review are former staff members of Free-Market.net, who were left stranded without jobs (and owed lots of back pay) after FMN’s board of directors decided to pull the plug several months ago. Soon afterward, Rational Review started sending out a daily news digest to fill the void left by the one FMN was no longer doing. Rational Review has been sending out their digest without fail or pause ever since, and doing an excellent job. You should really subscribe to this, too, and tell all your friends. And send them money — they depend on donations to stay alive. If everyone just kicked in a little for the “free” services they use and value, everything would be so much easier . . .

    Another shout out, to my pal David Blade. He’s actually quoting me on the web site for his novel, The Case of the Cockamamie Killer, right alongside the esteemed Hoover scholar Tibor Machan. I’m not sure that my name confers the cachet necessary to sell books, but I wasn’t joking — his book really is “a helluva ride,” and you would be well-served to jump on the roller coaster and see for yourself. Unless you’re one of my non-R-rated-movie-watching-type friends, of course . . .

    My last shout out of the day goes to the California Guitar Trio. One of these three guitarists, Paul Richards, is on my list of “People I Know” over to the right, although I don’t really know him very well. We’ve had multiple conversations over a period of years, and he recognizes me and remembers my name when he sees me, so I figure he’s enough of an acquaintance to include, even though we’ve never actually hung out together . . . The California Guitar Trio will be rolling into the extended DC area in a little less than a month, with shows in Frederick and Annapolis, MD. If you live anywhere nearby, you should catch one or both of these shows. Everyone I know who has seen a CGT show has become an instant fan. And the more turnout they get at near-DC shows, the more likely it is they’ll actually stop in the DC metro area on future tours. If my stellar recommendation isn’t enough for you, the CGT web site has a page of downloadable music for your sampling pleasure. Dig it.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Scotch Broth & Soda
    August 23, 2003 — 4:02 pm

    Since my first successful experiment mixing Scotch Broth soup with Kraft Macroni & Cheese, I’ve tried about a dozen more combinations — primarily mixing Scotch Broth with about a dozen various types of Lipton Noodles & Sauce. And they all work. For the time being, almost all of my home-cooked meals are filled with muttony goodness.

    But I had yet to try the real thing, until Thursday evening. Before I headed up to see Ran at the AFI Silver theater, I made my first trek to the Royal Mile Pub in Wheaton, MD. When I arrived, they told me they were having a Scotch tasting that night — but there was only one kind of Scotch I was interested in tasting. That’s right, Scotch Broth. (The waiter seemed almost crestfallen when I ordered merely a Coke to drink.) I discovered Scotch Broth on the webbed menu of this Scottish pub a couple of weeks before I finally found some of the condensed Campbell’s variety in a nearby grocery store, but I hadn’t actually made my way up to the pub until this week.

    The menu description looks pretty promising: “Traditional Scottish lamb stew with barley, turnips, leeks and carrots. Served with bread & butter.” There are no leeks or turnips in the Campbell’s cans, so this would be at least a more hearty variety. Indeed, when I was presented with my first bowl, it was an impressive stew with huge chunks of vegetables and lamb. The lamb was particularly lambby, and the vegetables were all tasty — I think it may be the first time I’ve ever had a leek. But the broth itself was relatively flavorless, particularly when compared to the strong, salty, muttony flavor of the condensed soup I love so much. Adding some salt and lots of pepper fixed that, but I couldn’t help thinking that the Scotch Broth would have tasted better with a can of Scotch Broth mixed in . . .

    Since it would probably be unspeakably gauche to take a can of soup with me to the pub to mix into the food they serve me, I think I’ll have to get a large Tupperware bowl to take with me on my next trip (which, I can only hope, would be slightly less gauche). Then I can take it home and mix soups to my heart’s content.

    So, based on the data from my Scotch Broth experiments of the past couple of weeks, canned Scotch Broth goes well with absolutely everything — even real Scotch Broth.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Cinetiquette
    August 22, 2003 — 3:36 am

    A few days ago, Justin asked “to hear some stories from Eric” on movie theater etiquette. Yes, people who talk and make other obtrusive noises during movies are a big pet peeve of mine. But I’m not always a stickler. Sometimes I go to movie theaters fully expecting the crowds to be kinda rowdy — why even bother going to see Big Momma’s House, for instance, if you’re not gonna see it in the ‘hood with a crowd that actually appreciates it? Vocally?

    But most of the time, I’m looking for the audience to maintain a comfortable silence. I understand that people have to cough, and sometimes whisper a comment to a friend — those kinds of isolated interruptions really don’t bother me that much. It’s when people carry on conversations, or make a too-frequent string of isolated comments, or make consistent, repeated noises (unwrapping, rustling, tapping) that I get really pissed off.

    Just earlier tonight, while I was watching Ran at the AFI Silver theater north of DC, someone sitting directly behind me made an annoying rustling noise every two or three seconds for about 10 minutes straight, until I turned around and gave him the evil eye. Lest you think it intolerant of me to shame a fellow audient into silence by staring at him with a disgusted look on my face, keep in mind that I let this slide for about 10 full minutes — rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . rustle, rustle, rustle . . . brief pause . . . Chinese water torture, anyone? I assume the guy bought a small popcorn in a paper bag that was a tight fit for his hand, so as the popcorn level reached the bag’s lower depths he had to shimmy his hand into the bag, grab a kernel or two, and shimmy back out. Why not tilt the bag a little and let some popcorn fall toward the bag’s opening, within easy reach? Or, better yet, tilt the bag even farther and pour a few kernels directly into his hand? No, that would be too quiet.

    Then there’s the kid who seemed to have no sense of self-presence at all during the Buffalo Soldiers screening at the Landmark Bethesda theater earlier this week. There were several people already in the theater, and everyone had been fairly quiet for about five minutes before the previews started — then this kid and his family walk in, discussing in normal speaking tones where they were going to sit, then negotiating the distribution of refreshments between them all. This was a pretty clear warning sign — maybe it’s not so bad to exchange a few words before the movie itself starts, but this group of people had no sense of their environment. They didn’t realize that when they entered the theater doors they had moved from a noisy environment to a quiet environment — because they brought their own personal noise pollution with them. Then, throughout the movie the kid kept squeaking his shoes on the floor — loud, repeated (albeit intermittent) squeaking. And shaking his tub of popcorn — loud, repeated (albeit also intermittent) shaking. And I can’t forget the insanely loud laughter that was out of character with the film and with the rest of the audience. I actually shushed the kid about 45 minutes into the film (after trying unsuccessfully several times to catch his eye, so I could silently transmit my anger), but it didn’t make a difference. You have to have at least a tiny bit of self-awareness before you can change habitual behavior, even if just for a couple of hours.

    Maybe I’m just hypersensitive. A few months ago, when Justin and I were watching Anger Management in Annapolis, there was a guy across the aisle to our right who kept tapping on his cup lid. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Middling pause. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Another pause. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Etc., ad infinitum, ad nauseum. I kept looking over at the guy, hoping I could catch his eye. No such luck. I began to wonder whether I should actually make my way out of our row so I could actually ask the guy to stop. Maybe I should just yell at him from my seat — but that would be really unfair to the rest of the audience, and the guy would probably have been too clueless to realize I was yelling at him anyway . . . I missed a bunch of dialogue while I obsessed over the problem. After the movie, when we were leaving, I asked Justin, “Didn’t you hear that guy tapping on his cup over there?” And he said, “Yeah, but it didn’t bother me.” I said, “For me, it’s like this —” as I proceeded to poke Justin repeatedly in the head. You might as well just poke me in the head for a couple of hours if you’re going to tap on something throughout the movie.

    This reminds me of the clock we had in my living room when I grew up in Portland. My grandpa made it for us, and it was a beautiful clock, but the second hand made a loud clicking noise every time it moved. Which was every second. Most of the time it faded into the background and I could go hours without noticing it at all. But when I was, say, watching a movie late at night and I suddenly noticed the sound of the clock, I couldn’t pay attention to the movie anymore until I either turned off the clock or moved it to another room, in the back of the house.

    But I’m not always the one to get annoyed. Last year I was watching L.I.E. at Visions with my friend James, and I noticed a guy sitting behind us who kept laughing much louder and more frequently than the rest of the audience. But it didn’t really bother me — in fact, I only barely noticed. But James told me later he was ready to strangle the guy, who had evidently also been vigorously shaking the ice in his cup every time he let loose even a minor chuckle. That’s the kind of thing that would normally bother me, but I just didn’t notice.

    I’m definitely not shy about confronting noisemakers. But I always wait awhile before I act. I give people the benefit of the doubt, assuming they’ll quiet down on their own, until they prove me wrong through consistent behavior. Even then, the confrontation is pretty mild, usually amounting to nothing more than a nasty look or a quick shhh, or louder shhh, or a “please shut up,” depending on the context and whether I think it will have an actual quieting effect (sometimes it backfires — rude people don’t like to be called on their rudeness). But one time, when Justin and I were watching The Pianist in Annapolis, there was an old couple sitting behind us that kept talking to each other in barely-hushed speaking voices throughout the entire movie. Nothing could happen onscreen without this couple having a little discussion about it. I gave them several nasty looks. It continued. I shushed them a few times. It continued. I asked them to “please be quiet,” but still it continued. So at the end of the movie, after the credits had finished rolling and we were all still there, I turned to the couple and said, “If you can’t stop talking while you’re watching movies, you should really stay at home and watch them on TV instead.” They seemed slightly stunned, and Justin and I left.

    Then there was the time I almost got arrested for asking someone to shut up. Maybe the fact that he was a police officer, and he had been talking directly to me, contributed to the situation. It was at Union Station in November 2001, during the closing credits of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, which I was watching for the first time. I liked the movie and I was interested in checking out a few of the production credits. After awhile, every member of the audience who wasn’t me had cleared out, and the credits were still rolling. Some guy walked up to me and asked me to leave. I told him I wasn’t done watching the movie. He told me that the movie was over. I told him that it wasn’t over, it was rolling even as we spoke. He repeated his assertion that the movie was over. I told him that the credits are part of the movie. He told me that the credits were not part of the movie, and that I had to leave, NOW. I told him that I paid to watch the entire movie, and that I would not leave the theater until the credits were over. This was really starting to piss me off — I really was interested in catching a few of the credits, and the longer we engaged in this pointless debate about whether credits are, in fact, a part of the movie I had paid to see, the more the credits were sliding by before I could read them. So when he kept asking me why I wouldn’t leave, I told him to “Please be quiet and leave me alone.” He asked me why I wouldn’t talk to him. And I responded, “Because it’s f-ing impolite to talk during a movie.”

    I didn’t really say “f-ing” — I used the real, actual f-word, fabled in story and song. At least, a conjugation of it. This is a word I use so infrequently that I’m not even spelling it out here. So when I use it, I mean it; I’ve made a deliberate decision to be profane. You can see, I was pretty damn pissed. Of course, the cop didn’t like this — he muttered something about there being no call for that kind of language, but mostly left me alone until the credits ended. Then he asked again if I would leave. I, of course, obliged, and he insisted on escorting me to the exit. He told me I could never return to that theater, that they would post my description so the staff would know to eject me if I came back. But when I was about to leave the theater, the cop said I had to come with him. I asked why. He wanted to talk to me. What if I didn’t go with him? He’d place me under arrest for disorderly conduct.

    I seriously (though momentarily) debated whether to go with him or let him arrest me. It would almost have been worth it to prove a point, but I didn’t really have time to prove a point, or much extra cash to post bail if that would have been required. So I buckled under to the man, and he took me to a desk near the front of the theater. We went through a more subdued version of our conversation in the theater — why didn’t I leave? Why was I interested in watching the credits? Did I always watch movie credits? Why do you watch those credits? And how often? He seemed to be sincerely puzzled that someone would watch movie credits. I wanted to ask him whether he found his job as a glorified usher satisfying, but didn’t. After the end of this discussion, I asked him if I was now allowed to come back to the theater. He said yes. Every time I’ve seen him since then, I’ve smiled and waved. He gives me a perfunctory nod and turns away . . .

    This reminds me of the time I flipped off a cop while I was driving 90 mph in a 65 zone — but that’s another story.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (1)
    Like a Bowl Full of Jelly
    August 16, 2003 — 1:27 am

    After dinner a couple of weeks ago, the first night of the family reunion in Boise, my adorable three-year-old niece walked up to me and said, matter-of-factly, “That’s a big tummy.” “It sure is,” I responded, giving it a few loving pats. She thought it was pretty funny how the belly keeps shaking briefly after you hit it, like a non-exaggerated version of Homer Simpson, whose fat kept jiggling indefinitely in one episode:

    Doctor Hibbert: Homer, this is a new body fat analysis test. What we’re going to do is jiggle the fat and measure how long it takes to stop.

    (long pause, as the fat jiggles and jiggles and jiggles . . .)

    Homer: Woo hoo! Look at that blubber fly!

    Doctor Hibbert: (activating intercom) Nurse, cancel my one o’clock.

    The next day, her dad (my brother-in-law, who is one of the skinniest people I know) overheard her singing to herself in the car: “Daddy’s a big boy, like Eric.”

    The day after that, I was hanging out at my brother-in-law’s sister’s house, and her five-year-old son sat down next to me on the couch to catch some Rolie Polie Olie — at a part that he found particularly funny, he reached over, rubbed my belly, looked up and me and said, “That’s funny!”

    Maybe it’s partly the beard, and I remind kids of Santa Claus, or something. But it won’t last. Here’s the skinny on fat people, according to my copy of The Secret Family:

    [B]y the age of seven, children will avoid sitting near even a cardboard cutout of a fat person. It continues. American teenagers prefer pictures of ‘people with facial disfigurement, a hand missing, one leg, blind, or paraplegic’ to one showing a fat person.

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    To Look Well
    August 13, 2003 — 12:56 pm

    For some reason, Justin’s post of P.J. O’Rourke’s 1993 Cato speech reminded me of the first time I met José Piñera. Maybe that’s because it was just a few days before I met P.J. for the second time . . .

    In 1997, when I was an intern at the Cato Institute, a few interns were getting fitted for tuxes to wear to Cato’s 20th anniversary dinner. José Piñera had just arrived in town, and also needed to be fitted for a tux, and as it happened, he and I were fitted at the same time. After someone took our measurements and headed to grab a few things off a rack for us to try on, José looked over at me, smiling, and said, “To look well. What is more important?”

    The first thing that went through my mind was, “Wow. José Piñera sounds exactly like Ricardo Montalban.”

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    Macaroni & Mutton
    August 10, 2003 — 9:46 pm

    I picked up a dozen more cans of Scotch Broth soup the other day, and I’ve decided to start using using it as an ingredient in, or in relatively equal combination with, other foods. First up — a box of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese prepared with a little extra milk (for salty mutton broth dilution), with a can of condensed Campbell’s Scotch Broth soup stirred in. Mmmm, cheesy mutton broth. I figured at first that even if the whole turned out to be far less than the sum of its parts, it would be at least palatable enough to finish. But it all worked together surprisingly well. This may become a staple . . .

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    Please Don’t Listen
    August 9, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    I’m mortified. We threw it together on a lark in about an hour, and I’m not even slightly happy with how it turned out — but Justin insisted on having a copy . . . Please don’t listen. Seriously. I’m begging you.

    I’m working on some other stuff that I’ll post when it’s ready . . .

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    Yeah, Me Too
    August 9, 2003 — 11:58 pm

    After Justin’s great list, how can I resist adding my own? Here are the 32 albums that have been most influential on my own musical development, roughly chronologically . . .

    Polka Party!Weird Al Yankovic

    When I was a kid, I was a classical music snob. I believed the simplistic forms of rock and pop music were only palatable to those with simple minds. In middle school, I started to give the form a chance — because Weird Al made it funny. At least, to my adolescent accordion-playing sensibilities. I had listened to Weird Al before Polka Party!, but this was the first album that really hooked me.

    Raising HellRun-DMC

    Not long after I started high school, I finally started to give non-parody pop music a chance, in part because Run-DMC still made it funny. Remember “You Be Illin'”? Or the video for “It’s Tricky” co-starring Penn and Teller? Although I’ve never been much of a rap or hip-hop fan since then, I continue to have great respect for the form and the musical vocabulary it spawned — elements that are valuable when appropriated in music of which I am a fan.

    SoPeter Gabriel

    This Peter Gabriel album was released at about the same time I started exploring the world of pop music. I liked it from the start, but in retrospect I think I may have embraced it in no small part because Weird Al played the “Big Time” video on a 1987 episode of Al TV . . . This was also my first real exposure to Tony Levin, bassist extraordinaire and longtime member of King Crimson.

    Magical Mystery TourThe Beatles

    My lifelong friend Travers hooked me up with a dubbed cassette of this album — the first Beatles album I “owned.” Although it’s far from their best album, I played it in the car incessantly and The Beatles became my favorite band.

    LincolnThey Might Be Giants

    I had seen the video for “Don’t Let’s Start,” from They Might Be Giants’s first album, on Al TV — but this was the first full album I bought, after hearing “Where Your Eyes Don’t Go” and “Shoehorn With Teeth” on Dr. Demento. I’ve been listening to them ever since, and I’ve seen them live seven or eight times.

    Big ScienceLaurie Anderson

    In high school I became a teenage poetry snob while taking a couple of TAG writing classes, one that took place on Monday nights throughout the fall semester of my sophomore year, another (Writer to Writer) that lasted for a full week the following summer at Lewis and Clark College. Matthew Hattie Hein was in both classes, and his writing became a primary inspiration for my own. When he started quoting lyrics from Big Science, I had to get it. I’ve never looked back.

    Mister HeartbreakLaurie Anderson

    But it was Laurie Anderson’s masterpiece, Mister Heartbreak, that became the fountainhead for scores of other albums. This is the album that began my obsession with album credits. I was gratified to find Peter Gabriel had participated in writing, performing and producing a few songs on this album, but who were all these other guys? Bill Laswell? Adrian Belew? William S. Burroughs? Little did I know . . .

    GracelandPaul Simon

    I became a fan of this before ever really getting into Simon & Garfunkel, although the lyrical rhythm on “You Can Call Me Al” baffled me the first time I heard it. This also features Adrian Belew. And Los Lobos (one of the best live bands I’ve ever seen), at about the same time they became really famous for “La Bamba” and their other Ritchie Valens covers.

    Remain in LightTalking Heads

    More Adrian Belew. The video for “Once in a Lifetime” slapped this young dadaist upside the head. To this day, it remains my favorite Talking Heads song.

    Stop Making SenseTalking Heads

    But this live soundtrack album does the song, and every other song, one better. My first exposure to the genius of Bernie Worrell.

    New YorkLou Reed

    Justin told me about a Lou Reed video he had seen (“Dirty Blvd,” I think) and described Reed as being kinda like Laurie Anderson. “He kind of talks instead of singing.” This album got me into The Velvet Underground, of course. And whadda you know, Reed and Anderson hooked up in the ’90s, musically and otherwise . . .

    SpikeElvis Costello

    I became interested in this from seeing the “Veronica” video on MTV. And the fact that Paul McCartney co-wrote some of the songs clinched it. Many Costello fans regard this as a low-point in his career, but as far as I’m concerned Spike is a highlight. Guests like McCartney, The Dirty Dozen Brass Band, and Marc Ribot on guitar. Whenever I hear “Chewing Gum,” I think every pop song should have a tuba. And Ribot’s avant skronk.

    Ankety Low DayTone Dogs

    Portland’s populist mayor Bud Clark established the Mayor’s Ball in 1984 as a way to defray campaign expenses and toss a bone to charity. I attended the ball in 1988 with Travers and Matt Sherman, and discovered the Tone Dogs. We planned to watch a few minutes of their set before taking off to check out another band in another part of the Coliseum. But I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t even look away. Through Amy Denio, I went on to discover The Billy Tipton Memorial Saxophone Quartet and Curlew, through Fred Chalenor I went on to discover Caveman Shoestore, Pigpen and Zony Mash (thanks in part to Wayne Horvitz, who’s coming up later) and Matt Cameron went on to drum for Soundgarden and Pearl Jam, of all bands . . . But none of it has hit me the way they did the only time I saw them live, and on their debut album, Ankety Low Day. This album was also my first exposure to Fred Frith, although the name didn’t mean anything to me at the time.

    We’re Only in It for the MoneyFrank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention

    Travers’s parents played this for me when I was about nine years old. Freaking out Mormon kids can be fun. It gave me a headache and I didn’t know what to make of it. Later, in high school, Travers dubbed me a copy and I listened to it incessantly. Zappa recorded better albums, but not funnier ones. Which is saying a lot.

    Telephone Free Landslide VictoryCamper Van Beethoven

    I first heard “Take the Skinheads Bowling” on Dr. Demento, and became an instant fan. Of course, it didn’t hurt matters to find out (from a Lincoln student on the bus on the way to a week of teaching environmental propaganda to 6th graders as an Outdoor School junior counselor) that Matthew Hein had performed the song at a high school assembly. The song “Where the Hell is Bill?” became kind of an anthem for me and my fellow poetry-snob/journalism/Prankster friends.

    Key Lime PieCamper Van Beethoven

    But Key Lime Pie really blew me away. I still listen to this often. Recorded just before the band imploded, and without their longtime violinist Jonathan Segel, many fans don’t like this as much as the band’s earlier stuff. It’s definitely a departure — but for the better. This version of the band had the grandiosity and lyrical pretension that made the offshoot band Monks of Doom so good. I think I’m on my fifth copy or so of this album . . .

    Larks’ Tongues in AspicKing Crimson

    All these albums with Adrian Belew on guitar, but I hadn’t heard his most famous work — with King Crimson. My friend Jacob brought Discipline to school one day, and although I didn’t listen to it I noticed Adrian Belew’s name on the credits. So the next fall, when I was a freshman at BYU, and I noticed a $4 cassette of Larks’ Tongues in Aspic at the BYU bookstore, I picked it up hoping to hear more Belew. No Belew, but the most amazing music I had ever heard. I couldn’t believe music like this actually existed. And I was lucky enough to know about it. King Crimson became my favorite band.

    The Compact King CrimsonKing Crimson

    I asked for this cassette for Christmas, 1991. This had Belew, and the discovery of ’80s Crimson music was almost as much of a revelation as Larks’ Tongues in Aspic. The cassette had a couple of songs that the CD doesn’t — “Catfood” and “Red”.

    Show of HandsRobert Fripp & The League of Crafty Guitarists

    King Crimson guitarist Robert Fripp had taken a few years off from life in the public eye to lead an ongoing series of guitar seminars. This was the fourth release by The League of Crafty Guitarists, but their first since 1987 or so. I was lucky enough to become a Fripp fan right when he started releasing new material again. This is groundbreaking music, and it led to The California Guitar Trio, Trey Gunn‘s various projects, and an array of other Guitar Craft-related music, all of which I’ve liked. Very much.

    Flight of the Cosmic HippoBéla Fleck and the Flecktones

    While I was a missionary in Florida, my friend Matt Sherman sent me a mix tape of Flecktones stuff, largely from Flight of the Cosmic Hippo. Wow. This was my first real entry point into the worlds of both bluegrass and jazz.

    Naked CityJohn Zorn

    On another mix tape, Matt Sherman sent a song from John Zorn’s first Naked City album. He wrote (paraphrasing) “This album changed my life. It’s still changing my life.” He had sent me the most subdued track from the disc, a cover of Ennio Morricone‘s “Sicilian Clan,” so I wasn’t prepared for the sonic assault of the full album. But this introduced me to not only Zorn, but guitarist Bill Frisell, guitarist Fred Frith, keyboardist Wayne Horvitz, drummer Joey Baron and screamer Yamatsuka Eye — at least a couple hundred related albums have followed.

    GravityFred Frith

    My pal Jacob sent me a cassette dub of this album while I was a missionary. It didn’t really lead to the discovery of additional artists, but I listened to it constantly for months, and it cemented my love of all things Frith. I didn’t manage to find this on CD until 1997, at a Borders in downtown Washington, DC.

    Transmutation (Mutatis Mutandis)Praxis

    Yet another Matt Sherman mix tape introduced me to Praxis, a Bill Laswell-produced project featuring Bernie Worrell, Bootsy Collins, Buckethead and Brain. I remembered Laswell from Mister Heartbreak, and Worrell from Stop Making Sense. But I hadn’t started listening to P-Funk yet . . . This, and the next album, started sucking me into the vast Laswell vortex. Check out both his own discography and the list of stuff he’s appeared on.

    Hallucination EngineMaterial

    Another groundbreaking Laswell project, again courtesy of Matt Sherman. More Bernie Worrell and Bootsy Collins. Another great spoken-word performance by William S. Burroughs. My introduction to Jonas Hellborg and Nicky Skopelitis. And Wayne Shorter.

    Weird Nightmare: Meditations on MingusHal Willner

    The best CD I ever got from Columbia House. Hal Willner projects are every bit as sprawling, collaborative and groundbreaking as Bill Laswell’s are, but Willner is less prodigious. This tribute to Charles Mingus is amazing. Bill Frisell, Marc Ribot, Henry Threadgill, Vernon Reid, Don Byron, Greg Cohen, Bobby Previte, Elvis Costello, Dr. John, Chuck D, Henry Rollins, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, the list goes on and on. This is a masterwork, a bravura piece. This also led to future Frisell/Costello collaborations, and Don Byron joined Vernon Reid’s band.

    My Favorite ThingsJohn Coltrane

    My first Coltrane album. I have several dozen more now. What more can I say?

    Bitches BrewMiles Davis

    And my first Miles. This pissed off jazz purists, but I love it so. Some of my favorite Miles is the insane electric stuff.

    Miss AnnWayne Horvitz and Pigpen

    The worlds of Naked City and the Tone Dogs merge together, as Wayne Horvitz moves to Seattle and hooks up with bassist Fred Chalenor. The title song is an Eric Dolphy cover; I started listening to lotsa Dolphy soon thereafter.

    Have a Little FaithBill Frisell

    Bill’s tribute to the wide range of American music. Covers of Copland, Ives, Sousa, Dylan, Madonna, Muddy Waters, etc. You’ve never heard any of it like this. And I think the Madonna cover proves that any music can sound great if it’s performed right . . . This was my introduction to avant-garde accordionist/composer Guy Klucevsek.

    It’s a Jungle in HereMedeski, Martin & Wood

    These guys spent years working with guys like John Zorn, Marc Ribot and the Lounge Lizards. So when they got together it was kind of a small-scale supergroup. Jazz/funk jams. This album has horns. And Ribot. They have a huge following today, but this early stuff is some of their best.

    Carry the DayHenry Threadgill

    I had seen Henry Threadgill’s name in the Weird Nightmare credits and various Laswell projects (in fact, I picked up this CD in part because Laswell produced it), but this was the first time I experienced the full force of his vision. It was as new and revelatory as anything else I had ever heard. I collect his stuff obsessively.

    SextantHerbie Hancock

    Easily one of the best albums recorded by anyone at any time. Spaced-out free-form funk that actually achieves the transcendence so many others strive for. Why doesn’t this get more props?

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    My Own Private Idaho
    August 1, 2003 — 5:21 am

    When I was a kid, we went to Boise, Idaho, every summer for a week or two for the big family reunion. It was one of my favorite things — a couple dozen cousins about my age, trips to Lucky Peak, Pine Top, and floating down the Boise River in innertubes. Not to mention grandma’s huge stash of comic books (she raised seven kids throughout the ’40s, ’50s, ’60s and early ’70s, after all). When I got a little older, I also looked forward to the complex metaphysical discussions and debates my aunts, uncles and parents would have.

    It got to be a little less fun as a teenager, when a few of my cousins suddenly seemed more interested in being cool than in having fun. And, as a late bloomer to coolness, I was left out. (Not only a late bloomer, but an early peaker — it wasn’t long before I turned into the fat, bald shlub-with-a-paradoxically-great-self-image that I am today.)

    During my college years, reunions became less formal albeit more frequent. A few extended family members would get together every time my parents drove me, or my brother, or my sisters, or all of us, to/from college (the drive from Portland, OR, to Provo, UT, passed lots of family members). And in the last few years there haven’t been nearly as many get-togethers. At least for me — I don’t have any relatives on the East Coast. (OK, except a cousin in Boston — but I’ve never made it up to Boston).

    But the powers that be have decided that we’re going to start having actual family reunions again, during the first weekend in August every year — to coincide with my grandma’s birthday. (She’s 83 this year!) So, I need to finish packing and get to the airport . . .

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    Shock Troops for Bush
    July 29, 2003 — 4:08 pm

    A couple of years ago, Jonah Goldberg caused a tempest in a teacup by claiming that libertarians are really part of the conservative movement:

    Even those libertarians like the indispensable Virginia Postrel, who rightly reject the conservative label — just as Whittaker Chambers did — need to understand that operationally they are still members of the capital “R” Right.

    This, of course, earned heated responses from guys like Harry Browne, and even inspired a debate with Reason magazine’s Michael Lynch.

    Saying that libertarians are part of the “right” is kind of like saying that Mormons are part of Catholicism. They may share some tangential similarities and have some common inspirations, but the differences are far too many to claim that one can be a subset of the other.

    A recent Salon article drives the point home again. If I have anything in common with these cretins, it’s almost purely coincidental.

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    Michael Moore, Humbug
    July 25, 2003 — 8:22 pm

    I’ve always thought Michael Moore was pretty funny, and I’ve always admired his in-your-face style of confrontational interviewing and hectoring. He asks questions that make people uncomfortable, which can be an admirable quality — it’s fun to see politicians and businessmen scurry for cover because they’re only used to dealing with sycophants.

    It’s just too bad that Moore doesn’t ask the right questions. I’d like to see a libertarian version — you know, Michael Moore crossed with John Stossel, or something.

    So, even though Moore is entertaining, he’s also frustrating — he gets so much wrong, and too many people believe him. This City Journal piece is the best overview of Moore I’ve read, and a good place to send your friends if they place too much stock in Moore’s infotainment brand of activism.

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    HTML Email Sucks
    July 23, 2003 — 9:16 pm

    I hate HTML email. I absolutely hate it. Every time I open an email message and see a non-fixed-width font, I simmer with hatred. Most HTML email is junk mail, which is useless enough and takes up too much space, too much bandwidth. But at least advertisements have some kind of justifiable reason for using HTML — images and tables and formatting.

    But when people send a regular message with a few lines of text, and then they code the damn thing in HTML (I’m actually restraining myself from using some pretty harsh profanity, here) — the message takes up three or four times as much space as it would have otherwise, and it screws up the reply, so I have to reformat anything I quote and add the > chevron marks manually. And for what? What purpose does it serve to send a message that looks like text, but has none of the economy, efficiency or manageability of text? That doesn’t use any of the features that makes the HTML format justifiable?

    HTML email is becoming more and more common. I’m getting more and more pissed off just writing about it. So if you send HTML email, stop. Please. Especially if you send email to me. And read up on a few more reasons why HTML email is evil.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Scotch Broth
    July 22, 2003 — 12:12 am

    Back in the summer of 1990, I discovered Campbell’s Scotch Broth soup. I decided right away that this was my favorite condensed soup, and that it ranked pretty high in comparison to any type of soup. Then I left for college (where the cafeteria served their own version of Scotch Broth once). By the time I finished my first year and went back home to Portland, I was unable to find Scotch Broth at any local grocery stores. I figured this was a temporary problem, but I kept looking every time I went to a store — with no luck.

    Until today.

    I’ve scanned the soup section at almost every grocery store I’ve set foot in for the past 12 years, without seeing a single can of Scotch Broth soup. Today, at the Giant supermarket a few blocks from my apartment, I found 11 cans. I bought them all, and I’m halfway through a bowl right now. Mmm, mmm, good.

    It’s kind of a coincidence that I found this soup when I did. About two weeks ago, I started searching online for Scotch Broth info, and found a Scottish pub north of DC that serves it. I have yet to go, but I will soon. And I revisited FoodLocker.com, a site that I found a couple of years ago that will ship Campbell’s Scotch Broth soup (and other regional or otherwise hard-to-find foods) to you at a premium. I’ve almost ordered from them several times, but it’s always seemed a little too expensive for something I should be able to get cheaply at any grocery store. I understand that scarce items command a higher price — so I guess this just demonstrates the upper limit of value for one of my tastes in comparison to the other things I could spend money on instead . . .

    But for the time being, at least, I plan to keep buying out Giant’s stock of Scotch Broth. Give it a try yourself, if you can find it — maybe a wider distribution will start to catch on again.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    More Cinemania
    July 21, 2003 — 1:00 am

    Within the past seven days, I’ve seen 18 movies — one at home, on DVD, and 17 in seven different DC-area theatres:

    Home:
    Wings of Desire

    Theatres:
    How to Deal
    I Capture the Castle
    Jet Lag
    Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas
    The Legend of Suriyothai
    Northfork
    Johnny English
    2 Fast 2 Furious
    Owning Mahowny
    Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
    Capturing the Friedmans
    The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
    Legally Blonde 2: Red, White & Blonde
    Winged Migration
    Whale Rider
    Swimming Pool
    L’Auberge Espagnole

    Most recent at the top of the list; the bottom two were both last Monday night.

    So many good ones, too. Northfork and Owning Mahowny are excellent examples of what I love about movies, and most of the others were great too (or, at least, pretty damn good), particularly L’Auberge Espagnole, Swimming Pool, Whale Rider, Winged Migration, Capturing the Friedmans and I Capture the Castle. Even the new animated kids’ flick Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas was lots of fun, despite being a streamlined, bloodless adaptation with anachronistic sensibilities. I don’t have anything against kids’ movies — some of my favorite movies are “meant” for kids — but I think it’s a mistake to think that they need to be either streamlined or bloodless . . . Sinbad was all the more engaging knowing that my brother Stephen helped develop the processors that were used in animating it.

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    Blogathon
    July 19, 2003 — 11:05 pm

    Probably not.

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    Kenneth, What is the Frequency?
    July 19, 2003 — 10:41 pm

    Last night I finally headed over to The Source Theatre to see “Kenneth, What is the Frequency?” — a play I first found out about from fellow Liberty alum Andrew Chamberlain’s blog. Andrew also linked to the Harper’s article on which the play was based. I knew about the incident that inspired the article — the 1986 assault in which Dan Rather was accosted by straingers shouting “Kenneth, what is the frequency?” at him — but for some reason, I had never heard of this article. Even though it tentatively implicates postmodernist writer Donald Barthelme, one of my favorites since I discovered him and saw him lecture while I was in high school (not too long after the Rather assault, incidentally).

    I wish I could tell you how the play was, but I can’t. I was running a little late, and ended up having to circle for a parking spot for about 15 minutes, until a space around the corner opened at exactly 11:00, the advertised starting time. I hurried to the theatre, hoping they hadn’t started exactly on time, barring latecomers from disturbing the show . . . but they hadn’t even started seating yet. After I bought my ticket there was nothing to do but stand around, reading my program repeatedly and avoiding conversation with those around me. I finally picked up a local free gay newspaper after my program became too boring. After a half-hour of standing around waiting, they announced that the computer that controls the video portions of the performance had crashed. They offered a free drink and a comp to another night, but no show last night. Oh well . . .

    I ended up heading home, realizing that with some crafty driving I could make it back about the time Letterman finished his monologue. Trying to avoid a red light, I ended up taking a wrong turn and somehow ended up circling the Jefferson Memorial and West Potomac Park. At least I still made it home before “Will It Float?” started.

    I could probably still make it back to the theatre for tonight’s show, if I left right now, but I think I may chill out with my new Wings of Desire DVD instead (this is a movie that cements Peter Falk in the pantheon of brilliant actors, in case anyone has doubts that he belongs there).

    It all reminds me of something I only vaguely remember from a Simpsons episode. Something about life, disappointments and windfalls. And roller skates.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Smile On Your Brother
    July 14, 2003 — 5:12 pm

    “Come on people now
    Smile on your brother
    Everybody get together
    Try to love one another
    Right now”
    — The Youngbloods

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    Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-Jig
    July 12, 2003 — 12:59 am

    Portland was great. Long stretches of time with everyone sitting around the living room, reading books. Four of us reading the new Harry Potter book, although only three of us had copies (my dad, my sister Shannon and I — my brother Stephen had to snatch whichever copy was unused at any given time, no small feat). My parents are happy in their new home. My brand-new nephew is adorable. Dylan and Julie’s almost-brand-new son is also adorable. Troy knows how long it takes to get where you’re going. Hollywood Burger Bar burgers still rule, although their malts aren’t nearly as malty as the ones I used to make for myself. I’ve never found clam chowder that I like quite as much as the stuff served at Skippers. Once again, I wonder how Eileen is doing these days; once again, I fail to give her a call. Zony Mash still rocks, and Skerik’s Syncopated Taint blow the roof off. I run into Sam, Frank and Matt at the show — I think the last time I saw them may have been at a Zony show over four years ago. Flying sucks, particularly because I’m a fat guy in a little seat. But it’s a minor windfall when nobody ends up sitting next to you on the six-plus-hour flight home. Even if you’re on the red-eye and you can’t fall asleep.

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    ERIC SMASH!!!!
    July 4, 2003 — 1:00 am

    GGGGRRRR PUNY BLOG READERS!! ERIC SMASH!! ERIC IN PORTLAND, LOOK FOR BURRITO BROTHERS! NO BURRITO BROTHERS IN PORLAND!!! ERIC ANGRY!! ERIC GO TO TACO BELL AT AIRPORT, WANT DOUBLE DECKER TACO! NO DOUBLE DECKER TACO AT AIRPORT! GRRRRRR ERIC SMASH. PUNY TACO BELL WHIMP WANTS GIVE ERIC REGULAR SOFT TACO! PUNY TACO BELL WHIMP MAKE ERIC ANGRY! HE NOT LIKE IT WHEN ERIC GETS ANGRY! RRRRAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!

    Seriously folks. It’s really not that easy being EricHulk. I get this feeling that people kind see me differently. Like the other day, when I got on the bus, everyone just kind of shied away from me. You should have seen the look in their eyes, like I was gonna smash them or something. Come on, I’m a nice guy. I like some company and intelligent conversation from time to time. But what do I get? Snot nosed little kids always asking me:

    “Come on, say ‘ERIC SMASH’ again!!! Please! Pleeeeaaassee!”

    I’ll tell ya, it gets pretty old after awhile. Why don’t people just see me for who I am? Just a guy who likes the good things in life. Yeah I’m 10 feet tall and am green all over, but so what? Doesn’t anyone want to get to know the real me? I’m just a guy who likes a little Be-Bop and the occasional good book. Throw in an occasional bubble bath and I’m in 7th heaven. So, next time you see me, just come on up and say “Hi”. I won’t bite; I promise.

    Now, for the kids out there…

    WHERE MY TACO BELL!!! ERIC GET VERY ANGRY!!! GGGGRRRR ERIC SMASH!!!!

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Double-Decker Tacos
    June 28, 2003 — 11:27 pm

    So, I’m flying to Portland for a few days of vacation — there’s a brand-new nephew to be adored, and all — and while biding time before the flight, I stop at an airport Taco Bell. I’ve pretty much abandoned Taco Bell as a staple of dining-out routine; the ready availability of Chipotle burritos has spoiled me when it comes to Mexican fast food. But once in awhile, a stop at Taco Bell seems like an amusing nostalgic indulgence, you know, like watching “I Love the ’80s” on VH1.

    The thing is, this is an “express” Taco Bell with a limited menu. So they don’t have my favorite item — the double-decker taco. (This was a great invention, incidentally. Back in the day, I used to get a couple of soft tacos and a couple of bean burritos — sans onions, of course — and eat them alternately. I grew up eating homemade soft tacos often, but the Taco Bell version didn’t include beans, so I had to get the bean burritos, too. I always got soft tacos, even though I liked the taste of crunchy tacos — I hated how the hard shells crumbled apart when you bit into them. So then someone had the bright idea of coating a soft tortilla with beans and wrapping it over a crunchy taco. Brilliant. All my favorite Taco Bell flavors wrapped up in one. It hardly mattered that the ingredients were all so substandard.)

    Now, I can understand the need to keep the menu limited, to keep the inventory small. But there’s no reason to toss an item off the menu if you still have all the ingredients to make it! They sold soft & hard tacos, they sold bean burritos. But they wouldn’t slap beans on a soft tortilla and wrap it around a crunchy taco. Why? I just don’t understand.

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    The End of an Era
    June 21, 2003 — 6:59 pm

    A Confederacy of Dunces has been on my “current” reading list ever since I started this blog. I don’t take so long to finish books, ordinarily, but I was preoccupied for a few weeks with moving to Alexandria and various deadlines at (and after) work. And I lost my copy of the book during the move — over three months ago. It’s probably in a box somewhere in my apartment, but I haven’t found it yet. In the meantime, I occupied myself with lotsa movies, and my reading consisted primarily of graphic novels, chapters of various textbooks, and three other novels. But I knew I’d get back to Confederacy before long, so I left it on my list.

    I finally bought another copy, and finished reading it in two days — one of the funniest things I’ve ever read. Pardon my pathetic attempt to rationalize my way out of seeming like the slowest reader on earth . . .

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    A Worthy Boycott
    June 17, 2003 — 12:12 am

    About three months ago, Justin wrote about how he hated boycotts. And I agreed. Libertarians are fond of pointing out that boycotts and protests and social mores and other forms of non-coercive pressure are important, nuanced alternatives to the crushing thunk of government regulation. And I guess that’s true to an extent. My friend Jon made a similar point via email soon after my brief blog entry on the subject:

    FWIW, I tend to like boycotts. They seem a wholesome bit of direct personal nonviolent action, and an antidote to the “force other people to change” mentality that pervades comfy consumer society. Of course it seems a little ridiculous to boycott French everything, and especially French-named things. Absurd, really. But I think the Dixie Chicks boycott is a beautiful thing. Some down-home girl from Texas goes abroad, feels the pressure of anti-Americanism, and weakly gives in. But then she wants there to be no consequences for such a stance among the people who firmly disagree with her. I think it’s perfect, and long overdue, given that most of Hollywood and musicians in general rarely take much heat for anything they say politically … I just wish someone would talk to the hordes of Tibet-lovers about the fact that Tibet isn’t the only occupied territory worth thinking about …

    Maybe it’s just that I rankle at any notions of group-think, or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve long disassociated the art I enjoy from the politics and philosophies I espouse, but I’d never be able to bring myself to quit buying music I enjoyed because the musicians said something I didn’t like. (Not that I like Dixie Chicks music or pay any attention to their opinions — I’m just sayin’.)

    But sometimes there are causes that I’m ready to join — voting with my dollars the way I never do with, well, my votes. Someone pointed out on Declan McCullough’s Politech list that Volvo of North America (the Ford-owned subsidiary of the Swedish car manufacturer) is trying to sic WIPO on a little car museum in Illinois because they have a similar domain name. Protection of corporate identity and all. Volvo of North America owns volvocars.com, and the Volo Car Museum owns volocars.com.

    Pretty similar, right? The thing is, the Volo Car Museum has been in business for over 40 years, and its name derives from the town in which it’s located — Volo, Illinois. More importantly, the Volo Car Museum registered its domain name, volocars.com, in 1997 . . . three years before Volvo of North America snatched up the copycat domain volvocars.com. If anyone should be forced to give up their domain name, it should be Volvo — their rapacious business practices are tarnishing Volo’s good name.

    Volvo’s complaint against Volo has no merit. Zero merit. A complete, utter lack of merit. I’ve never been particularly interested in cars, but I hope Volvo’s bottom line takes a severe nosedive for this. And so, I will never buy a Volvo. Nor will this formerly satisfied Ford owner ever buy another Ford. Pass the word along, if you feel like indulging a new spate of group-think. It’s worthwhile this time.

    I’ll leave you with some parting words by another subscriber to Declan’s fine list:

    In a sane world, Volvo’s lawyers would end up disbarred and Volvo would end up hit with such a large countersuit judgment that it would have to liquidate to pay off even part of it.

    In a sane world, every other lawyer involved in IP games would make a note to himself to never, *ever* try such a stunt.

    In a sane world, the consequences for doing what Volvo is reported to have done would be *so* severe that law schools would teach budding lawyers to strictly avoid such nonsense.

    — Eric D. DixonComments (0)
    Sorbet de Toilet
    June 11, 2003 — 3:10 am

    This J-Walk blog is great. Links to The Amazing and Versatile Food Suit, feral children, the Art Garfunkel reading library, Tom Volk’s Fungus of the Month pages, the Amazing Asian Snack Selection, and much more.

    And have you been searching for a great new flavor? Perhaps an exotic fruit that tastes like banana pudding with “just a touch of butterscotch, vanilla, peach, pineapple, strawberry, and almond flavors, and a surprising twist of — garlic??!!” Then you need to wrap your tongue around a durian:

    It’s one of the remarkable traits of this remarkable fruit that so many people, especially in Eastern cultures, totally, wildly, enthusiastically enjoy everything about durians, including their fragrance, while many others, mostly from Western cultures, are repulsed by the same fragrance and say that it “stinks.” Particularly in Southeast Asia, durians are loved by millions of people with a passion and near-reverence quite unusual for mere food. Meanwhile in the West, durians have gained a notorious reputation for their unfamiliar and strong aroma, largely as a result of Western travel writers and horticultural writers delighting in using snide phrases like “unbearable stench,” “rotten onions with limburger cheese and low-tide seaweed,” “French custard passed through a sewer pipe,” or “like sitting on the toilet eating your favorite ice cream.”

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    Write Better Emails
    June 11, 2003 — 2:42 am

    Hey, are you Nigerian? Then yes, you too can learn how to scam gullible foreigners out of their “moneys.”

    “I AM FIRMLY CONVINCED THAT USING UPPERCASE LETTERS MAKES MY WRITING MORE EFFECTIVE.” – Mr. Ibrahim Ahmed

    If only it were real. Now that would be funny . . .

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    Writer’s Block
    June 7, 2003 — 11:44 pm

    “I’ve got nothing to say but it’s OK.” — Lennon/McCartney

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    Insight
    June 2, 2003 — 2:47 am

    “Ideas are the best things going.” — David Lynch

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    It’s “Its” for a Reason
    May 31, 2003 — 2:53 am

    I’ve never had any trouble remembering the difference between “it’s” and “its” — but it’s one of the most common mistakes I see when proofreading other people’s stuff. And when I was a kid, no one could provide a satisfactory explanation for why “its” doesn’t get an apostrophe when it’s possessive. Of course, “it’s” gets an apostrophe when it’s a contraction of “it is,” but why wouldn’t “its” get an apostrophe when it’s possessive? After all, if I wanted to indicate that the book I finished reading last week belongs to my dad, I’d write that it’s “my dad’s book.” The possessive form of “dad” gets an apostrophe, so why doesn’t the possessive form of “it”?

    It seemed to be an anomaly — a rule that existed for no good reason other than to make English that much more difficult to learn. Even in high school, an English teacher I confronted with this question could only restate that the no-apostrophe rule for possessive “its” existed, but not why it seemed to defy the rule that governed other possessive forms.

    It wasn’t until midway through college, eight or so years ago, that I stumbled on the answer. It’s a pretty obvious answer in retrospect, but I finally felt vindicated — “its” as a possessive form without an apostrophe did follow a rule! It’s a rule that a few other possessives follow too: possessive pronouns never have apostrophes. Check ’em out:

    its
    his
    hers
    mine
    yours
    ours
    theirs
    whose 

    The possessive “its” is probably mistakenly rendered as “it’s” so often because it’s the only possessive pronoun with a valid apostrophe’d doppelgänger — there’s no “their’s” in the English language (although it’s true there’s a “there’s,” it’s a contraction that uses a homophone of “their,” so it’s not a double in the same sense as “its” and “it’s”). Perhaps if English teachers made a point of pointing out to their classes this entire class of possessive pronouns, more adults would understand that it’s “its” for a reason.

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    Quantum Magic
    May 30, 2003 — 5:58 pm

    My brother Stephen (no, not the writer), who works for Hewlett-Packard doing stuff with technology sufficiently advanced that it’s indistinguishable from magic, sent a link to this EE Times article about a breakthrough on the road to quantum computing.

    Sez Stephen: “Here is an interesting article about how close quantum computing is getting. If you didn’t know, the industry is already working in the nanotechnology range…some of the chips we are currently designing are in the nanotechnology realm, but not yet the quantum computing realm.”

    Do you know how to tap into quantum dots for optical communications? I didn’t think so. Abracadabra.

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    Something Screwy
    May 29, 2003 — 1:07 pm

    Here’s a work-related email message I just sent, with identifying info removed:

    You wrote:
    >Thank you Eric for your patience.
    >Evidently something was screwy on
    >your side that was still sending
    >messages to the qwest.net address
    >as late as mid-May. But anyway, I
    >am sorry for anything on my side
    >that contributed to the screw up.

    There was nothing screwy on our end. Below is the complete rundown.

    March 6, 2003:
    I received your first unsubscribe request. It came from your viair.com account, and you did not mention your qwest.net account.

    March 8, 2003:
    I responded to your viair.com account, letting you know that your viair.com address was not on our list, and that I was not able to remove an address from our list if it was not actually there. I asked if you had any additional email addresses that I could check for, but you did not respond.

    May 15, 2003:
    I received your second unsubscribe request. It once again came from your viair.com account, and you did not mention your qwest.net account. You did not acknowledge the message I had sent you two months earlier.

    May 16, 2003:
    I responded to your viair.com account, letting you know that your viair.com address was not on our list, and that I was not able to remove an address from our list if it was not actually there. I asked if you had any additional email addresses that I could check for.

    May 17, 2003:
    You responded to my May 16 message and told me that you also had a qwest.net address.

    May 18, 2003:
    I checked our list for the qwest.net address, and it was there. I removed it immediately. You did not receive any more list mail from us after May 18.

    May 21, 2003:
    I received another unsubscribe request. It came from your viair.com account, and you did not mention your qwest.net account -- which had already been removed three days earlier.

    May 21, 2003:
    I responded to your viair.com account, letting you know that I had already removed your qwest.net account, and that you were no longer on our list.

    May 27, 2003:
    I received another unsubscribe request. It came from your viair.com account, but this time you mentioned your qwest.net account, which had been removed from our list nine days earlier.

    May 28, 2003:
    I responded to your viair.com account, letting you know that I had already removed your qwest.net account, several days earlier, that you were no longer on our list, and that you had received no recent list mail from us.

    May 29, 2003:
    You responded to my May 28 letter, suggesting that "Evidently something was screwy on your side that was still sending messages to the qwest.net address as late as mid-May."

    So you see, there's nothing screwy on our end at all. You didn't ask me to unsubscribe your qwest.net address until May 17. I removed it promptly the next day. You have received no list mail from us since then. But since that time, you have continued to send unsubscribe requests for an address that is no longer on our list, and for another address that has never been on our list. Every time you send one of these requests, I check to make sure I didn't accidentally leave you on our list -- but every time I check, I find that neither of your addresses is on our list at all.

    I hope this clears everything up.

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    Harvey Birdman
    May 29, 2003 — 12:57 am

    Salon gives pomo props to Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law, an excellent Cartoon Network show that appears (all six episodes) on Adult Swim Sunday nights. It’s a surreal hodgepodge of cartoon references, simultaneously paying tribute, reinterpreting and mocking them all. It is, hands down, one of the best things on television, and my cousin Jake happens to be in charge of creating all off-channel Adult Swim promotional material. A few months ago, he sent me a sweet Harvey Birdman promotional poster he drew. One of these days I’ll buy a camera and take a photo . . .

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    The Bastards!
    May 28, 2003 — 11:50 pm

    In my neverending quest to avoid writing anything original, I present this quote from Tom Palmer’s latest blog entry:

    I remember watching an ITV special in Britain on the horrors of globalization some years ago. The presenters pointed out how awful it was that multinational corporations were disrupting local cultures by giving jobs outside the home to women, who then had their own incomes and did not have to marry the men chosen by their fathers. Pretty shocking. Further those hateful multinational corporations “bribed” workers to work for them rather than in traditional occupations or for local employers. The bribes the multinational corporations used to trick local workers included such awful practices as providing employees with housing equipped with indoor plumbing, establishing medical facilities, and the like. The bastards!

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    The Great Cornholio
    May 28, 2003 — 11:45 pm

    I don’t know Colby Cosh, and I haven’t ever heard of him, but his blog is linked to by several people that I do know and/or have heard of. Earlier today, Jesse Walker sent an excerpt from this blog entry of Colby’s, which analyzes the Great Cornholio, to the FilmFlam list. Now I pass it on to you. (If you just want to read the Beavis & Butthead stuff, you’ll have to scroll down a page or two, as it’s just a portion of a larger entry — but all of it worth reading . . .)

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    Justin in da Hizouse
    May 28, 2003 — 4:17 am

    Wow, it looks like I didn’t have to worry about Justin’s blog absence after all. Apparently his extradimensional evil twin took control of Justin’s side of the blog pretty soon after I last posted. And then Justin wrested the blog back again a couple of days later, after all — even though he hadn’t planned to set up his computer at the hotel. So it all worked out OK, and now that Justin’s back to pick up his own slack, that means there’s less work for . . . um . . . you know, his evil twin. Yeah.

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    What to Do?
    May 24, 2003 — 11:28 pm

    It’s been well over a week since Justin posted his big fat idiot blog entry. Now, although this is an entry that makes a point of insulting me extensively, I don’t mind for a couple of reasons: I had an insulting response that appeared right next to it . . . and we planned it in advance. But then days go by, Justin hasn’t posted anything new, and his entry is still right there at the top of the page. And since I’ve posted a couple of times since then, my response is buried down the page.

    And now Justin and the family has moved to St. Louis. A sad parting, but they’ll be able to have a real house with a yard for the kids to play in, and all kinds of other white-breadish, American-dream-type stuff. But in the meantime, they’re staying in a motel for a couple of weeks until their house is ready, and Justin won’t be setting up his computer. Which means he won’t be posting. Which means his insulting post stays at the top of the blog for weeks on end, while my response is a distant memory.

    So, what to do? Hmmm . . .

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    Cockamamie Killer
    May 22, 2003 — 11:40 pm

    My friend David Blade has published his first book — The Case of the Cockamamie Killer. Be sure to check out an excerpt and buy a copy. It’s a helluva ride.

    From the book description:

    When a colleague is slain in cold blood, tough-guy word processor and private detective Chak Charon investigates–and soon finds himself out of a job, abducted from his apartment, and audited within an inch of his life. Pursued by a vicious IRS agent, Charon takes refuge in a Chinatown boarding house and proceeds to discover a dirty little secret: that the Internal Revenue Service is developing a computer virus designed to scavenge the private financial data of unsuspecting citizens.

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    Anticipatory Overload
    May 21, 2003 — 1:46 pm

    I’ve just read that Richard Kelly, the writer/director of Donnie Darko, will be adapting Kurt Vonnegut‘s novel Cat’s Cradle into a screenplay for Darren Aronofsky, director of Pi and Requiem for a Dream, to direct. I think my head is about to explode . . .

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    Justin’s Little Fantasy World
    May 13, 2003 — 11:23 pm

    Justin, you’re seriously delusional. In what little fantasy world does Pulp Fiction rate 10 stars? Maybe if your scale goes to 11 . . .

    So I have to say: Justin, you’re going soft. You’re handing out ratings stars like they were stale candy corn (or is that redundant?). I’ve been worried about this for a long time now, but how do you tell your best friend “I care about you, man, but your critical faculties are completely whacked”?

    I mean, really — Quentin Tarantino’s brilliant dialogue, the career-defining performances by John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson, the humor that’s wrenched almost alchemically out of horrifying violence, the inventive plot twists, narrative construction and cameos, the realization that Bruce Willis was destined to do some excellent work in the years to come — are you seriously trying to say that this truly excellent film rates higher than 9.5 stars? You must be smoking crack.

    So go ahead and suck up to Tarantino and his legion of starry-eyed fanboys. Glossing over this film’s infinitesimal deficiencies may contribute to the general decline in the quality of American cinema, but it’s no skin off my nose. Or something. The real world will still be here waiting for you when you come to your senses.

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    Cinemania
    May 11, 2003 — 12:08 am

    David M. Brown sent me an intriguing note:

    Eric, There’s a movie coming out about you. The Times says release is May 16.

    CINEMANIA A movie about obsessive moviegoers — who spend every day (literally) and every night, in movie theaters and see everything that’s released — sounds entertaining. The sad thing is that this is a documentary. It focuses on five film-addicted New Yorkers, their isolation and their unsurprising inability to hold jobs. But they’d be awfully good at Silver Screen Trivial Pursuit. Angela Christlieb and Stephen Kijak are the filmmakers.

    Wow — I’m almost scared to see this movie, but the thought of not seeing a movie that’s been released sends me into convulsive fits . . . OK, not really. I’m not quite as bad as the subjects of this film, thankfully, but it would probably be pretty easy to step off the precipice. I haven’t ever had trouble holding down a job (just the opposite, really), I do hang out with friends (albeit periodically) and I don’t see literally every movie released (but it’s not due to a lack of effort). For example, even though there are several movies now in theaters that I haven’t yet seen, I stayed home today, working on web projects . . . and watching five movies on cable.

    And watching movies has occasionally interfered with work. A couple of weeks ago, I left work a couple of hours early just to watch a movie that was ending its limited local theatrical run that day with a 4:50 p.m. screening. And I’ve been known to take extended lunches, catching a show at the Union Station movie theater across the street. But luckily I’ve had a fairly flexible work schedule for the last few years.

    So, do I have cinemania? I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ve noticed other relatively mild forms of OCD in myself before (I say mild because I can break the habits once I notice them — and if I want to), so this is probably one way it manifests itself. I think I’ll pull out a DVD before I start becoming too self-aware . . .

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    Screw the Czar
    May 8, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    Every time I see a copy of William Bennett’s Children’s Book of Virtues it reminds me that if I had kids, William Bennett is pretty much the last guy I’d want to teach them about morality. The recent furor over his huge gambling losses only cements my opinion of him.

    Now, I really don’t care whether Bennett or anyone else gambles — even prodigiously — if they can afford it. It’s his vice of choice, and he pays his bills, so that’s fine. But he’s also a former Drug Czar who is responsible for enforcing and cementing policy that has ruined hundreds of thousands of lives by punishing them for indulgence in personal vices — even if they were responsible for the personal and interpersonal consequences. And he has the balls to lecture about morality.

    So, screw William Bennett. As a Christian, I’m not supposed to judge — but William Bennett is an evil bastard, all the more so for his pretense to the contrary. I hope he loses the rest of his money and rots in hell.

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    The Trouble With Beaver
    May 7, 2003 — 11:47 pm

    Jesse Walker wrote, about a blog entry from last week: “You have indeed seen Jerry Mathers in a role other than ‘the Beaver’ and ‘the Biology Teacher.’ He was Shirley Maclaine’s kid in *The Trouble With Harry*.”

    Jesse gives me too much credit here — this is one of the few Hitchcock films I have yet to see. I should probably spend more time watching classic movies I’m likely to love than new releases that I know will suck, like The Real Cancun . . .

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    Donnie Darko
    May 6, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    After getting my DVD back from Justin, I watched Donnie Darko at home for the first time — three times in a row. First with commentary by the director and Jake Gyllenhall, second with commentary by the director and about a dozen other cast members, and third without any commentary. I had already seen it four times in two theaters, but it only got better at home (maybe that’s because I saw it first on a small, crappy old-school-DC-arthouse-type theater screen and I think the remaining three times were relatively low-res digital projections). But I’ve come to the conclusion that this movie has no flaws. Even the few problems I once had with the dialogue have resolved themselves. It’s just an excellent film, and the DVD has a ton of deleted scenes (also with director commentary) and some intriguing bonus materials. It’s amazing what they did with a $4 million budget, and it’s a tragedy this tanked at the box office. It means fewer Richard Kelly movies will be made, unfortunately.

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    A World Connected
    May 1, 2003 — 11:48 pm

    Last night I went to Annapolis to see Tom Palmer convince college kids that globalization rules — St. John’s College was the last stop on his recent college lecture tour. Tom is the best speaker Cato has, but he doesn’t speak very often at Cato itself — or, at least, I don’t hear about it if he does (he speaks at Cato University events, but those are never near DC). And yet there’s only a single video clip of him on Cato’s web site. So the trip was more than worthwhile. When I was a Cato intern back in 1997, Tom led lunchtime discussions/lectures with the interns every week — easily a highlight of the experience. But now I have to catch his appearances when the opportunity arises. Last night was the first time since the FEE convention last year in Las Vegas . . . which was the first time since my internship.

    It may sound like I’m heaping too much praise here, but watching this guy lecture is, for me, kind of on par with, say, watching Robert Fripp play guitar. They’re both masters of their respective crafts, and when they’re in the proverbial zone it’s almost jaw-droppingly good.

    After delivering a thorough, engaging case for the value and, yes, morality of free global trade, and fielding questions graciously from the economically illiterate, Tom moved the discussion to a more informal setting — and I skipped out. I’m not a beer-drinker and I decided that, as an old guy, I should probably keep my college interloping to a minimum. Even though I’ve been out of college for less than six years, I don’t really fit in, if I ever did. And although the lecture was open to the public, it was meant as an exegesis for engaged, questioning students — not a sermon for a converted member of the choir . . .

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    . . . as the Beaver
    April 30, 2003 — 11:57 pm

    Last week, I saw Better Luck Tomorrow, a very good film about overachieving but bored Asian high school kids in California, who turn to drugs and other forms of delinquency to feel alive. I was surprised to see Jerry Mathers as one of the high school teachers — after thinking about it, I’m pretty sure that I’ve only ever seen him play Beaver, either in the original Leave it to Beaver TV series, or one of the reunion shows. Or just in appearances as himself (except maybe for his cameo in Back to the Beach). I’ve always been a minor fan of the various Beaver shows, so the surprise was pleasant. But even better, as the end-of-film credits rolled, Jerry’s name was placed at the bottom of the cast list: “and Jerry Mathers as the biology teacher”. A nice nod to the original show, which also credted him at the end of the main cast list: “and Jerry Mathers as the Beaver.”

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    William Lloyd Garrison
    April 23, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    Michael Malice, a friend from back in the Cato intern days, posted an appreciation for William Lloyd Garrison, who is also one of my favorite heroes. For the last few years, I’ve toyed with the idea of naming my first son, should I ever have one, Garrison Mises Dixon, after the abolitionist and the economist . . . Sez Malice: “garrison named all his kids after other abolitionists, and his son Wendell Phillips Garrison quarreled with Wendell Phillips at Garrison’s funeral.”

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    This is Christopher Guest
    April 21, 2003 — 11:56 pm

    There are so many great movies to recommend — but I’d almost have to say that your first choices in any attempt to fill the gaps in your moviegoing experience should be the quadrafecta of brilliant Christopher Guest mockumentaries:

    This is Spinal Tap
    Waiting for Guffman
    Best in Show
    A Mighty Wind

    The first film on this list is technically a Rob Reiner film, since he was the director and all, but it’s the brilliance of the writing, the improv chops of the actors, and, yes, the actual musicianship of the members of the band, that make it truly shine. This is Spinal Tap is the template for the three Christopher Guest-directed films that followed more than a decade later. Waiting for Guffman is at least as good as Spinal Tap, although that’s certainly sacrilege to some, and Best in Show and A Mighty Wind are worthy successors even if they don’t quite live up to the greatness of the first two films. I mean, how often can you make a masterpiece? It doesn’t really matter if you don’t miss the mark by much.

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    Digital Cinema Revolution
    April 17, 2003 — 2:20 am

    A few days ago on the FilmFlam list, Jesse Walker pointed out this article about screenwriter Dale Launer, who wrote the scripts for some great movies (like Ruthless People, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, and My Cousin Vinny) but was sick of the shabby treatment that writers generally get in Hollywood. So he sunk about $100,000 of his own money into filming a movie himself — absolutely no studio involvement. I don’t know when it will be released, or how widely it will be seen, but his story is a compelling look at the gritty details of getting an indy movie made on your own, particularly if you’re concerned about maintaining a decent level of quality. Hopefully I’ll be doing the same kinda thing in a few years . . .

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    Prefab Sentiment
    April 14, 2003 — 6:13 pm

    It’s nice that other people are able to write pretty much exactly what I think about the war; it saves me from having to do it myself. Jesse Walker has nicely captured the sense of satisfaction at the speed and outcome of the war mixed with the cautious ambivalence that have marked my own lazily unvocalized musings. And his Reason magazine colleague Brian Doherty wrote a nice plea for the U.S. to reject the growing support for American empire-building. When things settle down in Iraq, we should get out and stay the hell out from that point forward.

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    Collision Course; Spirited Away
    April 10, 2003 — 11:55 pm

    I feel like I’ve been drowning for the last couple of weeks. Way too much stuff colliding into my schedule all at once. But things are starting to slow down. I think I’ll see about 10 movies this weekend.

    Incidentally, I saw Spirited Away again with my parents while they were here. Go see this if you haven’t yet, and take your kids if you’ve got ’em — it’s been rereleased in theaters after winning the Oscar for best animated feature of 2002. Of course, I thought it was the best movie released in the States last year, by any standard.

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    Pyramid Schemes
    April 9, 2003 — 11:55 pm

    Check out these alternate logo designs for the Pentagon’s Information Awareness Office.

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    In Favor of Winning
    April 7, 2003 — 11:39 pm

    Tom Palmer, who is a senior fellow at the Cato Institute and is also on the short list of smartest people I know, weighed in on his blog a few days ago with some comments that nicely sum up my own view:

    I was not in favor of starting the war and I am very worried about the new doctrine of preemptive war that is being laid down. But for the life of me I cannot see how a realist (in any relevant sense of that term) could favor a negotiated settlement, a ceasefire, or anything less than the killing or capture of the leadership of the Iraqi state. After they’ve been attacked twice by the United States and the United Kingdom, to leave them in power would be suicide. Nonetheless, despite my opposition to starting the war, I received this note from an old friend in response to my call for unconditional victory as the next best solution, given that the war is already underway: “I am surprised by your heartfelt support of America’s latest war.”

    Maybe I’m just getting older, but I see the world as a complex place, one in which principles guide us in making choices, but in which the problems are not clearly outlined like the colors on a “paint-by-numbers” set. We’ve entered a time of great danger to the values of liberty and peace. It might be nice if we always knew the right answers, but that’s not really possible.

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    So Very Busy
    April 6, 2003 — 11:47 pm

    My parents are in town, and we’ve been having a great time — monuments and museums, favorite restaurants and movies . . . But that’s not the only thing occupying my time. I finally got everything moved out of my old apartment and finished cleaning it Monday night/Tuesday morning at 1:30 a.m. (I skipped work all day Monday for that very purpose, and spent much of last Saturday and Sunday doing the same), and spent all my free time (what free time?) the next day getting everything set up at my new place for my parents’ visit.

    On top of that, I accidentally deleted the Common Sense email list last Sunday and ended up having to reconstruct it from a November backup — so I’ve been duplicating in a few days most of the list admin work I’ve done in the last few months, and I’m still not quite done. And I finished the May 2003 newsletter four days late. Not to mention that a coworker had a malfunctioning laptop that required immediate attention, of course, and I had a few time-sensitive pieces of freelance work that I normally have no trouble fitting into my schedule. Just too much stuff at once. Having my parents around has been pretty relaxing, in no small part because I’m technically on vacation — even though I’ve been trying to squeeze work into the small pockets of time that we’re not hanging out and doing stuff. So even though my parents’ visit is a nice break in one way, I still know that I’m falling behind with other stuff that I need to get done. At least I have a big TV.

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    Prepare the Transit Beam
    March 30, 2003 — 12:02 am

    I guess I should comment on Daiwalkr’s entry on our comments page — I’d hate for our microscopic readership to get the wrong idea . . . He’s talking about The Rocky Horror Picture Show. You know, where they call you a “virgin” if you’ve never been to the show before, and they pull little stunts and skits on the newbies to “devirginize” them. And since people dress up in costume (some of them kinda skimpy), some of them could indeed be construed as being “half-naked” — but no more so than your average public-lingerie-wearing theatrical types. So there’s not much of a real scandal here — unless you consider the fact that we were missionaries at the time . . .

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    Sticks and Stones
    March 26, 2003 — 8:50 pm

    Wow, we have our first flamer. A new entry from our comments page, hot off the digital press:

    Quite simply… I’m sorry that I’ve wasted even a minute of my time reading the drivel from these mundane egocentric fools.

    Why anybody even visits this site, (unless the innocently stumble across it like myself and leave quicker than I did), is completely beyond me.

    You guys need to step away from your computers long enough to realize that the world is more than your simplistic opinions. My greatest fear is that some day I’ll be in a horrible accident that causes great brain damage that drops me to a IQ around your combined levels.

    We’ve never pretended this blog is any great intellectual undertaking, or even claimed that our opinions are particularly privileged interpretations of the world — so I have to wonder why this guy is so angry. When I stumble across a site that doesn’t interest me or that I find particularly witless and uninformed, I just leave. If the authors are idiots, why would I care whether they know that I think they’re idiots? On the other hand, if I stumbled across a poor argument involving an issue I cared about, and I had an informed opinion of my own, I might present an actual counterargument if a forum existed for me to do so — something this guy fails (or is unable) to do.

    A nonspecific spewing of vitriol with only a first name as a personal identifier, and even more tellingly, no contact info, demonstrates a lack of commitment and accountability. This shows, once again, that what we say about others — and how we say it — reveals more about ourselves than our targets.

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    Hunting Portland
    March 25, 2003 — 11:58 pm

    I saw The Hunted last night at Union Station, and was pleasantly surprised to find out it’s a (pretty bloody) Portland movie. When this happens, I end up spending the movie scanning the scenery, looking for clues to location. Sometimes it’s pretty obvious, like a chase through downtown Portland that hits some pretty well-known landmarks in no logical order (Zero Effect did this too, although the most amusing geographical liberty in that film was the planetarium underneath the parking lot at Crown Point!). Sometimes the scenery looked strikingly familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it — like the neighborhood scene that looked like a thousand other Portland residential neighborhoods in spirit if not detail. I kept scanning the corners of the screen for stray street signs . . . Here’s a relevant quote from an Oregonian article:

    Fortunately, if the actors don’t grab you, you can luxuriate in the spectacle of our fair city and region in their much-deserved starring roles. Luxuriate in the palpable thickness of the forest air, the crystalline beauty of a snowy Mount Hood (for once, an American location stands in for British Columbia, where so many Hollywood productions go to slash budgets). And hold on for a whiplash chase through downtown Portland that moves helter-skelter from the Fox Tower to the Dekum Building to City Hall to the Riverplace Marina to the Burnside Bridge to Keller Fountain to the Steel Bridge and the Hawthorne Bridge, the latter of which somehow acquired a MAX line. It makes no geographic sense, but it’s fun, and director Friedkin keeps it quick enough that you don’t mind the mix-ups.

    And another:

    Thanks to the magic of editing, Jones leaps from a cliff in Oregon’s Silver Falls State Park. But he lands in water at Washington’s Elwha Dam. Also, Jones looks out a window from what locals know as the Gus J. Solomon U.S. Courthouse at 620 S.W. Main St., spotting Mary’s Club across the street — instead of its real location, 10 blocks away. Then there’s the chase aboard a MAX train racing across the Hawthorne Bridge — where MAX trains don’t run.

    This has happened a few other times, especially with Gus Van Sant‘s early films (in which local electronics appliance pitchman Tom Peterson made regular cameos). Or with the lame Madonna thriller Body of Evidence, which I saw while I was a missionary in Florida (shhh, don’t tell anyone). But the most surreal Portland film experience came when I was living in Utah, attending BYU, and I went to see a movie called Mr. Holland’s Opus. I hadn’t heard much of anything about this film, but it sounded OK. Surprise, surprise, it was filmed at my high school (Ulysses S. Grant, inexplicably renamed John F. Kennedy for fictional consumption). Double-take at the opening crane shot zooming in on the front of the school, slack-jawed yokelity as I recognized a couple of my former lockers. (Tom Peterson cameos in this one too, incidentally.) I still can’t watch this without thinking stuff like “That’s the choir room, not the band room . . .”

    So I recognized lots of stuff from the movie — but was it any good? Sure. I liked it just fine.

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    For the Record
    March 22, 2003 — 2:42 am

    I think every one of Charles Taylor’s criticisms of Dreamcatcher are misplaced. It’s a fine film that works in almost every regard, and my few quibbles aren’t worth mentioning outside of a larger review. It’s weird that Taylor’s primary complaint was a lack of humor — the audience I saw this with was frequently in stitches, myself included. It wasn’t the over-the-top wacky Sam Raimi type of humor, but it was funny much of the time. And even if it hadn’t been, I’ve always liked things that take absurd premises seriously, like Unbreakable.

    The fact that this is one of Stephen King’s Derry stories means I’ll have to read the book.

    And, by the way, the Animatrix kicks ass.

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    Tired and Whiny
    March 21, 2003 — 10:39 pm

    I worked from home today because I felt trashed after seeing Pigface last night and getting home around 1:30 a.m. . . . I had plenty of web stuff to do, which can be done just as well at home as at the office, so I can get away with this once in awhile. Tomorrow I have to get up really early — like, around 8:00 a.m., can you believe it? — so I can hang out with Justin and his family up in Gettysburg all day. If I had my druthers, I’d never have to be anywhere before noon.

    Why is it that I feel like all of my blog entries lately have been whining about how tired and lazy I am? Oh yeah, because that’s all I’ve been writing about. And that’ll have to be it for now, too. I’m off to see Dreamcatcher and that new Animatrix short at 11:00 p.m. Speaking of which, here’s a great quote from Charles Taylor’s Salon review of the film: “If you’re going to make a movie about aliens that squirt their way down the crapper on the road to world domination, is it too much to ask for a sense of humor?”

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    Yo, France — I’ve Got Your Back
    March 18, 2003 — 11:55 pm

    I generally hate boycotts too, so I’ve decided to start buying more French products. Fronch dressing, Fronch fries, Fronch bread, and to drink — Peru.

    It’ll actually probably just take the form of buying more French movies. I’ll start stocking up on Truffaut and Godard, Rohmer and Cocteau . . . Maybe I’ll start trying to cultivate a taste for stuff like brie, too, although I haven’t dug it the few times I’ve tried it. At any rate, I’m set to become a casual, small-scale, intermittent Francophile.

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    TV’s Warming Glow
    March 16, 2003 — 8:39 pm

    I didn’t sleep until Monday morning, but I did take a long nap and ended up spending several hours awake in the middle of the night. And then I slept ’til noon. I’ve spent the rest of the day basking in the warm glow of TV’s warming glow. I watched one episode of the Real World/Road Rules Battle of the Sexes and got sucked into the whole marathon. It’s nice to once again have a TV that you can watch from a distance . . .

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    What Really Sucks
    March 15, 2003 — 2:33 pm

    You know what really sucks? Picking up heavy things and walking around with them. I always forget just how much it sucks until I’m actually doing it. At least it’s over. I’ve reached the point where I get stiff and sore whenever I stand up after just a few minutes of rest — I feel like Will Ferrell’s character in Old School after he gets shot in the neck with a tranquilizer dart. I think I’ll take a nap until Monday morning.

    Thanks again for taking the edge off hell, Justin!

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    The More Things Change
    March 14, 2003 — 11:47 pm

    A very laid-back day at work. Justin called and he decided to come down in the morning instead of for the night, which gives me more time to whip this place into some semblance of shape before he gets here. I feel like I’m in The Sorcerer’s Apprentice — it seems the more I do, the more there is left to do . . . On the plus side, I bought a big TV tonight. Too big to fit in my car, so hopefully Justin’s bringing his van. Failing that, we can use the moving truck, I guess, but I’d rather not pay 69 cents a mile just to pick up a TV.

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    At the Movies
    March 13, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    I just got home from a triple feature at VisionsMorvern Callar, Amandla! A Revolution in Four Part Harmony, and Gerry. And General Tso’s Chicken for dinner. All in all, an evening well-spent, particularly since I’ve seen so few movies lately because of the gradual move. I spend most nights packing, transporting or cleaning, or at least telling myself I’m going to start doing one of them any minute now, so I just haven’t been making it to the theaters much. And since tonight was the last night for Morvern Callar and Gerry, I decided to skip out on a late afternoon at the office. During the first movie, I realized that I might end up with a parking ticket since I forgot to feed the meter before walking four blocks to the theater (I’m used to parking in Dupont Circle at night, when the meters are moot). But no bad luck tonight.

    Justin’s coming over tomorrow night to help me finish getting my crap together. I’d better do more prep work in the meantime . . .

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    The Beloved Entertainer
    March 12, 2003 — 11:51 pm

    Elvis Costello is hosting tonight’s episode of Letterman — how cool is that? And right after he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Dave is out sick with shingles, is the word, so he’s had a series of guest hosts in the meantime (Vince Vaughn was pretty good hosting last night). Don’t worry, Justin, I’m taping it for you.

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    Project Object
    March 11, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    I saw Project Object Saturday night at The State Theatre in Falls Church, Virginia, with James (a pal from way back in the Cato intern days). I can’t link to James, because he doesn’t have a web presence, and never will . . . Anyway, Project Object is an excellent Zappa cover band that mostly plays the rockin’, vocal-heavy stuff from Zappa’s ouevre. They do a great job, particularly with guys like Don Preston, Napoleon Murphy Brock and Ike Willis as guest stars. Ike & Napoleon have such distinctive voices, they immediately invoke the Zappa vibe. It was particularly good to see Ike, who sings on some of my favorite stuff (even though he bilked my friend Travers out of 20 bucks once while they were both living in Portland, Oregon). I’m still listening to lots of King Crimson after getting to see them live last week, but I’m about to dig out my Zappa collection and give it a whirl . . .

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    Disco Gap
    March 10, 2003 — 6:16 pm

    I’ve just discovered that my sister Michelle & brother-in-law Dan can be seen online in a very, very brief parody Gap commercial. When you watch it, Michelle is the fourth girl that appears onscreen, all the way on the right, wearing a dark blue shirt. Dan is at the back (or, depending on how you look at it, on the left) of the row of guys when they first appear. He’s also wearing a dark blue shirt. The credits and a brief description are on the LDS Film web site, and I note that Michelle & Dan are not only stars, but are also responsible for “Choreography & Wardrobe.” They’ve had parts in other student films too; hopefully I’ll get a chance to see that stuff at some point as well . . .

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    Slackers
    March 9, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    Wow, I can’t believe we’re slacking this much already. We decided to post to this blog every day in an effort to keep the content vaguely fresh — and I know that I’ll postpone writing forever if I can get away with it, so a prearranged commitment is a constant help. But here we are, reneging so soon in the game. Justin even had a dream a few nights ago that I called him at 1 a.m., yelling at him for forgetting to post an entry . . .

    I guess we’re relaxing our commitment a little, but I hope not by much. If I don’t have the pressure of writing regularly, I probably won’t write at all.

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    Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?
    March 6, 2003 — 11:54 pm

    I always feel lame doing fundraising. I’ve always hated asking for things — money, help, favors, you name it. I just don’t like to impose. But sometimes it becomes necessary, and we’ve been doing a push to save Common Sense, which is in very real danger of cancellation. The powers that be seem to think the benefits of the show don’t outweigh the costs, and we’re trying to prove them wrong by, among other things, asking subscribers for money. It’ll take time to find out how well the push is working, but if any of you very, very, very few Shrubbloggers readers feel like pitching in, every little bit really does help.

    And be sure to subscribe to the email edition of Common Sense, while you’re at it. It’s good stuff.

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    So Long, Screwy
    March 5, 2003 — 11:38 pm

    See you in St. Louis!

    OK, I won’t. At least not until you move there and I visit, or something. In the meantime, I’m trying to figure out what I should get first for my new apartment — a bigger TV, or a recliner? Since I’m paying for two apartments simultaneously this month, I should really only spring for one of these right now. Which item will contribute more toward my sedentary lifestyle? This will require a delicate weighing of priorities . . .

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    Antibiotic Serenade
    March 4, 2003 — 11:56 pm

    Adrian made it to tonight’s King Crimson show with a heavy dose of antibiotics, and gave a solid, powerful performance. I had more ribs and dropped off more stuff at my new apartment. I also picked up Crimson’s new CD, The Power to Believe, at Union Station on my lunch break — it was just released in the States today. Excellent, excellent stuff. Pick it up if you get the chance.

    I have to get some work done before heading to bed, so you’ll just have to wait a little longer for more of my compelling personal narrative . . .

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    They Might Be Crimson
    March 3, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    I am vast, I contain multitudes. At least, that’s how I feel at rock clubs these days. I saw They Might Be Giants at the 9:30 Club on Saturday night. Excellent show; I think the stuff the Johns are doing with the Band of Dans these days is among the best work of their career. But going to the 9:30 Club is increasingly an ordeal — standing in cramped confines for hours on end, straining to see over all the people who seem to be at least a foot taller than me (who always seem to stand directly in front of me, and when I try to crane my head right to see around them, they simultaneously bob to the right; no better luck to the left). Not to mention all the smoking and beer drinking that detract from the experience in subtle and not-so-subtle ways . . . The great music sustains me, but it’s a trade-off that’s not always worthwhile these days.

    I much prefer seeing shows at places like the Birchmere now, where I can sit down, order some ribs and hear some amazing live music all in one nice opportunity set with only a few drawbacks (like waiters constantly wandering the aisles). And it’s only a few blocks away from my new apartment. Adrian Belew was sick tonight, so they chopped $20 off the price of the ticket and ProjeKct Three played instead — Robert Fripp on guitar, Trey Gunn on Warr guitar, and Pat Mastelotto on percussion. I didn’t get to see ProjeKct Three when they “toured,” so this was worth the price of the original ticket, discount aside. Mostly improv, a couple of familiar pieces, and a long Q&A session after the show — it’s the first time I’ve seen these guys in a venue intimate enough to make spoken interaction with the audience feasible.

    I hope Adrian feels better tomorrow, because I’ll be back again and I’d love to hear the new Krimson repertoire live. But if he’s still sick, I’ll be digging the show anyway.

    I grow old . . . but I’ve been wearing the bottoms of my trousers rolled since high school.

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    Yaargh
    March 3, 2003 — 12:14 am

    I dozed off and ended up waking up after midnight — I missed my March 2nd posting. And I’m still sleepy. Oh well . . . I’ll post a couple more times later today to make up for it. And I’m psyched for the King Crimson show at the Birchmere, very much.

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    Calvin & Hayek
    March 1, 2003 — 4:53 pm

    It’s not exactly predestination, man. Predestination is usually regarded as a religious concept associated with John Calvin. Although both Calvin and Hayek dismissed the idea of free will, Calvin’s predestination held that our ultimate course in life and in salvation is laid out before us with unwavering certainty by God:

    When men do come into the way of righteousness, or return into it, by means of holy correction or rebuke, who is it that works salvation in their hearts but He who ‘giveth the increase,’ whoever soweth, or whoever watereth? No free will of man can resist Him that willeth to save. Wherefore, we are to rest assured that no human wills can resist the will of God, who doeth according to His will all things in heaven and in earth, and who has already done by His will the things that shall be done. No will of men, we repeat, can resist the will of God, so as to prevent Him from doing what He willeth, seeing that He doeth what He will with the wills themselves of all mankind. And when it is His will to bring men by any certain way that He may please, does He bind their bodies, I pray you, with chains? O, no! He works within; He takes hold of their hearts within; He moves their hearts within; and draws them by those, now, new wills of their own which He has Himself wrought in them [John Calvin, “A Treatise of the Eternal Predestination of God Etc., Etc.“].

    Hayek, on the other hand, had a much more complex and anarchic type of determinism in mind:

    [I]t should not be difficult now to recognize that although Hayek rejects the idea of free will, he accepts the idea of a subjective will; that is, a willfulness unique to each individual. It should also not be difficult to recognize the predictive limitations applying to explanations of such a will. In fact, Hayek rejects the possibility of “specific prediction” in the case of the individual will and finds that such a goal is “completely unjustified” [. . .] In other words, even though we may know the general principle by which the complex adaptive system we call the mind is causally determined by evolutionary processes, this does not mean that a particular human action can ever be introspectively recognized as the necessary result of a particular set of facts. Indeed, Hayek maintains that we are in no better position to predict the specific future motions of our mind than we are “able to predict the shape and movement of [a] wave that will form on the [surface of the] ocean at a particular place and moment in time” [Gary T. Dempsey, “Hayek’s Evolutionary Epistemology, Artificial Intelligence, and the Question of Free Will“].

    In order to make any kind of certain prediction about individual action, if Hayek’s theories were true, you’d have to understand not only how the brain chemistry of the individual in question operates, but you’d have to know how the brain chemistry of every other living creature in the world works, and how every natural phenomenon in the universe will play out, with absolute detailed certainty. That’s the only way you could know both how an individual would respond to a given set of circumstances — and to know exactly the sets of circumstances that the given individual would encounter.

    So, according to Hayek’s theories of evolutionary epistemology, in order to predict a single person’s actions with certainty, you’d have to know everything about everything. In other words, you’d have to be God. Maybe it’s not so different from Calvin’s predestination after all . . .

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    Traitor
    February 28, 2003 — 7:49 pm

    Here I am at Justin’s house, about to go see a movie — and Justin and Tiffany are preoccupied with floor plans for houses in St. Louis . . . You go where the money is, I guess, but it still sucks.

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    Lanes & Lines, Margins & Markets
    February 27, 2003 — 11:58 pm

    Yes, changing lanes on the freeway or changing lines at the supermarket is a bad idea — that is, unless you think you understand something about the traffic patterns that other drivers and shoppers don’t.

    David Friedman addresses this in his Price Theory textbook:

    When you are driving on a crowded highway, it always seems that some other lane is going faster than yours; the obvious strategy is to switch to the faster lane. If you actually try to follow such a strategy, however, you discover to your amazement that a few minutes after you switch lanes, the battered blue pickup that was behind you in the lane you left is now in front of you.

    To understand why it is so difficult to follow a successful strategy of lane changing, consider that by moving into a lane you slow it down. If there is a faster lane then people will move into it, equalizing its speed with that of the other lanes, just as people moving into a short line lengthen it. So a lane remains fast only as long as drivers do not realize it is.

    Here again, a more sophisticated analysis would allow for the costs (in frayed nerves and dented fenders) of continual lane changes. On average, if everyone is rational, there must be a small gain in speed from changing lanes–if there were not, nobody would do it and the mechanism described above would not work. The payoff must equal the cost for the marginal lane changer–the least well qualified of those following the lane-changing strategy. If the payoff were less than that, he would not be a lane changer; if it were more, someone else would. In principle, if you knew how much a strategy of lane changing cost each driver (in dents and nerves–less for those with strong nerves and old cars) and how many lane changers it took to reduce the benefit from lane changing by any given amount, you could figure out who would be the marginal lane changer and how much the gain from lane changing would be. By the end of the course, you should see how to do this. If you see it now, you are already an economist–whether or not you have studied economics.

    It’s all a sophisticated way of examining comparative advantage — if you understand the lay of the land, the rules of the game, more than the other people around you, you have an advantage. It’s this kind of advantage that allows some people to make a killing in commodities trading, say, or allows other people to drive to Justin’s house in less than 30 minutes in medium traffic . . .

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    All Work and No Play
    February 26, 2003 — 11:59 pm

    Even though I stayed home today because of the snow, I spent all day finishing USTL’s April newsletter, helping to get the new Initiative & Referendum Institute web site up and running smoothly, and making numerous updates to the Tranquil Space web site. I did, however, manage to take time out of my busy schedule to watch the new episode of Ed (although I was on the phone during much of the show, helping USTL’s executive director install Acrobat on her laptop so she could check out the newsletter I had finished . . .).

    Tonight was also my first time ordering pizza online.

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    My Brain Hurts!
    February 25, 2003 — 11:34 pm

    Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines, and a server crash at work. Headache, backache, kneeache. So a little break from the gradual move tonight in deference to minimal recuperation and new episodes of Buffy, Gilmore Girls and Smallville. Bass pounding again from the stereo next door. I’m glad to be leaving soon.

    On the plus side, I’ll be seeing They Might Be Giants on Saturday, King Crimson on Monday and Tuesday, and Project Object a week from Saturday. Music is the best.

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    Appreciate This Dramatic Moment
    February 24, 2003 — 11:00 pm

    Justin’s complaints about the score in Gods and Generals remind me of a quote from an excellent Frank Zappa interview, which can be found poorly transcribed online. Of condescending, leading film scores, Zappa sez:

    The thing that always amazes me the most about scoring for films is where they don’t use music. That’s what’s important. To me, films that are heavily laden with score material are almost like sitcoms with too much laugh track. When there’s too much [sings beginning of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony] DAH-DAH DAH DAH. When the cellos come in, you know, the guy’s saying, “Dramatic now. Appreciate this dramatic moment. Alert! Alert! Drama coming up. Major 7th chord — they’re in love! Look out, here comes the love!” It’s offensive to me. I find the films where you can really. . . . If the sound effects are well recorded, and the natural sound of what’s going on is interspersed with just a little bit of music, to me it works a lot better.

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    Bastard Blog
    February 23, 2003 — 11:16 pm

    So, what kind of a stupid name is Shrubbloggers, anyway? Discerning readers can at least tell from the logo that it’s a crude adaptation of Shrubwalkers, but does that really make much more sense?

    A guy I’ve worked with wondered if Shrubwalkers might be a reference to George W. Bush — you know, since his middle name is Walker and people called him “Shrub” a lot during the 2000 election. I had to pause a moment to shake off the gut-level revulsion when he told me this. After all, I hadn’t heard anyone make this association before, so I hadn’t had time to inure myself against the surprisingly unsettling effect of an invocation of the president’s name in association with a personal endeavor . . .

    So for any of you who are similarly misguided, let me state for the record that Shrubwalkers is indeed older than the baby Bush presidency, older even than the 2000 election. In fact, it’s a literal name — it comes from back in the day when Justin and I used to walk on people’s shrubs.

    Yup.

    Now, by shrubs I don’t mean those chest-high bushes you find by people’s windows and fences or single plants freestanding in yards (for the most part, anyway) — I’m talking about those low evergreen juniper shrubs that were all over the place in Portland, taking the place of grass on many parking strips. So, although walking on these things was pretty impolite, we probably didn’t inflict any lasting damage. Although once we tried walking on top of a large (four feet high, maybe) freestanding shrub in Justin’s front yard — until we heard a loud crack as one of the main branches gave way a little (OK, more than a little). I wonder if his parents ever noticed that the plant looked suddenly and inexplicably lopsided.

    Why in the hell did we start walking on people’s shrubs? I’m pretty sure I started it. It’s just something I liked to do as a kid. Why walk on a boring old sidewalk when there was a much more interesting tactile landscape just a step or two away? Parking strips filled with large rocks were my favorite. And, years later, once Justin and I had trampled a couple of shrubs, it just became a tradition of sorts. Ahh, the crazy wackiness of young hippie poseurs . . .

    We were so taken by the idea of walking on shrubs that it became a theme, then the title, of a poem (soon appropriated as lyrics for a song) we started writing at Skipper’s one afternoon in mid-1991. We didn’t finish it until sometime later, and I don’t think we ever finished writing the music — although the music we did write is pretty damn catchy, if I do say so myself. The poem itself is reprinted below:

    Shrubwalkers

    What are they doing? They’re peeking through the windows
    Something’s wrong and it’s all your fault
    you wrote them all letters
    hung their rational minds by a thread
    and I think you actually looked good
    when I saw you last time
    We held hands in the rain
    while we walked on the shrubs
    and the way you coughed made me cry
    what lies live in your words today?
    They’re all watching me now
    with their prehistoric eyes
    their pity burns into the back of my neck
    your haunting words echo through my mind, rolling
    washing away the face I once loved
    do you still go downtown on your own
    to walk past our landscapes and
    ride the bus for hours just to pretend
    you’ve been everywhere?
    You could never know when I followed.
    I long for the days when we would walk
    with the stars as our guide
    now all they can do is say
    “My, the shrubs are looking much better.”

    Justin M. Stoddard, Eric D. Dixon, Delores Tanner & Travers Gauntt
    Summer, 1991

    Delores and Travers are credited because they contributed key lines. Delores, our former manager when we both worked at Skippers, gave us the first line. As we sat there trying to come up with a good opening for a new poem, she noticed some people in front of the restaurant, well, peeking through the windows. “What are they doing? They’re peeking in the windows,” she said (I note that she said “in” and we later changed it to “through” because the people peeking through the windows in the poem were looking angrily at the protagonists — a fictional guy and a sadly-fictional girlfriend — as they walked on top of the window-peekers’ shrubs; they weren’t checking out the state of affairs inside a greasy fish joint). Travers, one of my best friends since I was two or three years old, gave us the great, paranoid, “They’re all watching me now.”

    There you have it. We walked on shrubs, so we were Shrubwalkers. We named our imaginary band The Shrubwalkers. We named our web site The Shrubwalkers, even though it had nothing to do with walking on shrubs (other than including a reprint of the poem). And we named this site Shrubbloggers as a bastardized appropriation of a familiar self-identification. Bastardized because although this site has everything to do with blogging, it has nothing to do with shrubs — so this site’s title is a Frankenstein conglomeration of an figurative (formerly literal) descriptor that loses meaning without its second half, and a currently-literal descriptor that loses meaning when joined with a severed half of the figurative. After all, we’re not blogging about shrubs.

    Then again, maybe that’s not such a bad idea!

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    Rained Out
    February 22, 2003 — 1:13 pm

    Since I’m stuck paying for two apartments at once, at least for a couple of weeks, I’m postponing the move until next weekend. Given that the choice exists, I’d rather move when we’re not in the middle of a thunderstorm and flood watch . . .

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    Prelude to a Lease
    February 21, 2003 — 11:48 pm

    I signed the lease for my new apartment this afternoon. Looking over the contract and the place, I felt like that time I saw Roswell Rudd play “Prelude to a Lease,” shouting at the end of the piece: “I can’t make up my mind! I can’t make up my mind! I can’t make up my mind!” But I made up my mind and signed. Now I just have to start packing and cleaning up my current place. If only I could drag myself away from these two glowing screens . . .

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    Clone Wars
    February 20, 2003 — 10:40 pm

    I’ve just heard that Genndy Tartakovsky, the genius behind Samurai Jack and Dexter’s Laboratory, will be creating a new cartoon based on the Star Wars universe: Clone Wars. If Tartakovsky brings to this new effort the same sense of style and humor he’s filled his other cartoons with, this could very well be the best thing to ever bear the Star Wars name. Except for, maybe, The Empire Strikes Back. . .

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    Free at Last
    February 19, 2003 — 11:51 pm

    Simple pleasures, like driving a car, are that much sweeter when you’ve been immobilized under a pile of sludge for a few days. It’s not much of a setback, considering some of the other unpleasant surprises that can happen — like the car lying upside-down on the middle of the freeway, with its windshield smashed in, as I drove home from dinner after work. Just being able to drive to the top of the parking lot (about seven city blocks long, and I’m at the end, on the bottom) was a rush this morning after I left for work. I spent a couple of hours with a broom clearing snow off and from around my car, before some kids asked me how much I’d pay them to finish digging me out. I told them, they accepted, and I was gone 20 minutes later. Freelance capitalism is a beautiful thing. I bought two burritos at Chipotle to celebrate. By the time I got home tonight, there were finally snow plows winding their way through the parking lot, making everything habitable again.

    In other news, I’m moving this weekend, to Alexandria, VA. It’ll be nice to finally get out of the hood after almost four years — but I’m not looking forward to moving all my crap. Manual labor sucks . . .

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    Sex With Dogs?
    February 18, 2003 — 1:46 am

    On Friday night, Justin bought one of Dave Barry’s recent books, Dave Barry Hits Below the Beltway, a very funny look at politics and related insanity (yes, Justin, I’ve actually read it). We talked briefly about the fact that Barry is a libertarian, and I mentioned that Reason magazine ran an excellent interview with him back in 1994.

    I discovered Dave Barry in my early teenage years (maybe even preteen — like, 11 or 12 years old), and his wacky sense of humor seemed tailor-made for me. It was a surprising bonus to discover that Barry was a libertarian as well, years later after my own political beliefs had solidified . . . Looking back over this interview now, I think it’s worth sharing here. I’ve excerpted below my favorite segment. Enjoy, and be sure to read the rest.

    Reason: Last fall you wrote a piece in the Tropic and explicitly acknowledged being a libertarian. . .

    Barry: John Dorschner, one of our staff writers here at Tropic magazine at The Miami Herald, who is a good friend of mine and an excellent journalist, but a raving liberal, wrote a story about a group that periodically pops up saying that they’re going to start their own country or start their own planet or go back to their original planet, or whatever. They were going to “create a libertarian society” on a floating platform in the Caribbean somewhere. You know and I know there’ s never going to be a country on a floating anything, but if they want to talk about it, that’s great.

    John wrote about it and he got into the usual thing where he immediately got to the question of whether or not you can have sex with dogs. The argument was that if it wasn’t illegal to have sex with dogs, naturally people would have sex with dogs. That argument always sets my teeth right on edge.

    And I always want to retort with, “You want a horrible system, because you think the people should be able to vote for laws they want, and if more than half of them voted for some law, everyone would have to do what they said. Then they could pass a law so that you had to have sex with dogs.”

    I was ranting and raving about this here in the office. So my editor, Tom Shroder, said “Why don’t you write a counterpoint to it?”

    So I wrote about why I didn’t think libertarians are really doing this kind of thing so that they can have sex with dogs. I discussed some of the reasons that a person might want to live out of the control of our federal, state, local, and every other form of government. Actually, I don’t think I even called myself a libertarian in the article. I think Tom Shroder identified me as one.

    Reason: Did that give you pause, coming out of the closet on this?

    Barry: I guess libertarianism is always considered so weird and fringe that people assume that you’re in the closet if you don’t go around talking about it. Usually in interviews we’re talking about humor writing and they don’t bring it up. Because I don’t write an overly political column, people just assume I’m not. I guess nobody assumes anybody is a libertarian. It’s a more complex political discussion than most people are used to, to explain why you think the way you do about public education or drug laws, and why it’s not as simple as being for or against something.

    Reason: Did you get any mail about being a libertarian after that article?

    Barry: I got a few letters, mostly pretty nice. One or two letters saying, “Here’s why it wouldn’t work to be a libertarian, because people will have sex with dogs.” Arguments like, “Nobody would educate the kids.” People say, “Of course you have to have public education because otherwise nobody would send their kids to school.” And you’d have to say, “Would you not send your kids to school? Would you not educate them?” “Well, no. I would. But all those other people would be having sex with dogs.”

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    Gourmet Ravioli
    February 17, 2003 — 9:36 pm

    This afternoon, I decided I’d take a shot at heading to the store, maybe a restaurant too, if there were any open. This was my first time actually setting foot outside my apartment since the blizzard started late Saturday night (I went out Saturday and didn’t get home until around 2:30 a.m., before the snow had begun falling in earnest). Usually the day after a snowstorm, the maintenance crew at my apartment complex has at least cleared a few walkways, put down some salt, or something — but there were only a few footprints leading from my building’s door to the parking lot through the two-foot drifts of snow . . .

    The drifts directly surrounding my car are well over three feet deep, and although I spent a good 45 minutes clearing snow off and from around the car, I finally gave up when I noticed that even the SUVs who managed to escape their parking spaces were having trouble getting up the hill and out of the lot. The snow hasn’t been plowed or shoveled at all around here.

    I started to walk to the convenience store up on the street (a five-minute walk in the best of conditions), but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Back to more Pasta Roni and Pringles. Then I remembered some frozen ravioli I’ve had in the freezer for awhile. I’ve never eaten this stuff because I keep forgetting to buy sauce, or at least ingredients for sauce (which I probably wouldn’t get around to making even if I had all the ingredients on hand). Rummaging through my cupboard, I found a can of plain tomato sauce, which I decided could do the job. Water, salt and pepper (complementing the onion & garlic already listed in the tomato sauce ingredients) rounded out this gourmet delicacy. It really wasn’t bad.

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    Best CDs of 2002
    February 17, 2003 — 3:32 pm

    A few weeks ago, the pho list had a thread of listers’ favorite CDs of 2002. I posted my list then, and I reproduce it here now, in the neverending quest for more blog content. I’ve limited it to CDs released (legitimately) for the first time in 2002, which disqualifies such otherwise list-topping CDs as the extended remaster of John Coltrane’s A Love Supreme. You have to draw the line somewhere. Maybe that’s a lame place to draw it, but there it is.

    1. King Crimson, Live at the Zoom Club 1972
    2. Elvis Costello, When I Was Cruel
    3. Wayne Horvitz, Sweeter Than the Day
    4. Bill Frisell, The Willies
    5. Peter Gabriel, Up
    6. King Crimson, Happy With What You Have to Be Happy With
    7. Tom Waits, Alice
    8. They Might Be Giants, No!
    9. California Guitar Trio with Tony Levin & Pat Mastelotto, CG3+2
    10. Amy Denio & Petunia, To Lie Tenderly
    11. Neil Young, Are You Passionate?
    12. Tom Petty, The Last DJ
    13. Tom Waits, Blood Money
    14. Naked City, Naked City Live Vol. 1: Kitting Factory 1989
    15. Dave Douglas, Infinite
    16. Curlew, Meet the Curlews!
    17. Medeski Martin & Wood, Uninvisible
    18. Trey Anastasio, Trey Anastasio
    19. George Harrison, Brainwashed
    20. Painkiller, Talisman: Live in Nagoya
    21. Either/Orchestra, Afro-Cubism
    22. Les Claypool’s Fearless Flying Frog Brigade, Purple Onion
    23. Camper Van Beethoven, Tusk
    24. Phish, Round Room
    25. Shannon McNally, Jukebox Sparrows
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    Cabin Fever
    February 16, 2003 — 11:08 pm

    When I was a kid, this snow would have thrilled me. Now I stay indoors all day and wish I had gone shopping yesterday so I could eat more than just Pasta Roni and Pringles . . .

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    Hayek Made Me Do It
    February 15, 2003 — 3:52 am

    A friend of Justin’s told him that many libertarians dispute the existence of free will. That this is a common libertarian position, even. That’s true enough. Although the modern libertarian movement is largely influenced by natural rights philosophy, particularly that of Ayn Rand and, to a somewhat lesser extent, Murray Rothbard, there are also large and diverse strains of utilitarian, consequentialist thought in our midst. And one of the most influential libertarian consequentialists, F.A. Hayek, was an epistemological determinist — he essentially argued that everything we do is predetermined by the unique physical chemistry of our brains acting in response to changing stimuli. But that since we can never predict in advance exactly how our brain will respond to stimuli, we should organize society as though everyone had free will anyway. The Cato Institute‘s Gary Dempsey wrote a very good paper on this aspect of Hayek’s thought. Will you read it? Do you have a choice? Hayek would say no, but that we have the illusion of the choice regardless.

    And speaking of Hayek, I shouldn’t neglect to mention his much-neglected and -maligned precursor, Herbert Spencer, a 19th-century libertarian who wrote extensively on a wide range of social & scientific subjects. My pal and former coworker Tim Virkkala has pointed out that Hayek’s entire career pretty much amounts to “an extended riff on Spencerian themes.” People sometimes refer to Spencer as a social Darwinist, although Tim also pointed out that Darwin is more properly called a “biological Spencerian,” since Spencer pioneered evolutionary thought first . . .

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    Going Honda on Valentine’s Day
    February 14, 2003 — 4:09 pm

    I’m heading to see Justin in Annapolis tonight; this will be the first time we’ve hung out since before we started this blog. Now, I don’t know why Tiffany‘s letting him hang out with me instead of her on Valentine’s Day, but I’m not complaining. For the romantically-challenged, Valentine’s Day is just another regular day . . .

    Whenever I’m about to see someone I haven’t seen in awhile (although two weeks isn’t particularly long at all), it makes me think of this joke. It’s a pretty bad joke, though. You’ve been warned.

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    Literary Proselyting
    February 13, 2003 — 10:27 pm

    Are you dying to get your friends to read that great book you just couldn’t put down? You may want to think twice:

    Adoring a book and trying to convince other people of its merits can make you feel like a Jehovah’s Witness. If we’re honest about it, most of us do not welcome book recommendations. Sometimes it seems that there is no more annoying pair of sentences than “You should read this book. You’d really like it.” The more passionate the endorsement, the more suspect it becomes. The truth is that “You’d really like it” rarely means the speaker has taken into careful consideration your tastes and interests and is suggesting this book accordingly. Instead, it means “I love this book and can’t bear the fact that I have no one to share it with, that the thoughts and emotions it stirred in me are swirling around the confines of my skull like hallucinations. Read it, please, and make me feel less alone.” — Laura Miller, salon.com

    Sounds plausible. There may be some truth that this is why people give recommendations, but I like to get them anyway. Maybe I’m just an enabler . . .

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    Dig a Groove
    February 12, 2003 — 11:55 pm

    Here I am, under the gun again. It’s almost midnight and I just got back from networking some computers at the new Tranquil Space studio. I was insanely busy at work today, so no chance to write a blog entry then. I planned to see Russian Ark tonight at the little theater south of Dupont Circle, before starting the networking stuff at 9 p.m., but I didn’t have time . . .

    I ran a networking cable up the side of a door frame and stapled it into place — the first time I’d ever actually pinned an ethernet cord down in one spot. It ran above the ceiling tile just above the door, into the next room. I told Kimberly that if she wanted the ceiling tile to fit snugly, she’d have to dig a groove in it. That phrase has been going through my head ever since. Dig a groove. Dig a groove. Dig a groove. I think I will.

    In the meantime, personal correspondence is the object of my neverending procrastination. If you’ve written to me recently and I haven’t written back, don’t despair. All is not yet lost.

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    Contractual Obligation
    February 11, 2003 — 11:53 pm

    Monty Python once released an album called Monty Python’s Contractual Obligation Album. Plain boilerplate packaging and a string of best-of hits. It’s good stuff, but the Pythons’ hearts clearly weren’t in it — or else they were putting one over on their listeners.

    When Justin and I started this blog, we agreed to post to it at least once every day. I have a movie review in the works right now, but I’m not going to be finished before midnight, and I’m getting sleepy relatively early (for a welcome change), so consider this my contractual obligation entry for the day. I’ll post something better later, I promise.

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    Glowing Screens and Parchment
    February 10, 2003 — 6:23 pm

    I don’t know, man. I just don’t know when I’m gonna finish that book. Don’t get me wrong — I love it so far. I’ve been taking it with me everywhere I go, in the hope that I’ll have a few minutes here or there to read a few more pages, but it’s been well over a week since I last managed to read more than a few paragraphs at a time.

    I mean, I work during the day, and whatever spare time I have I end up spending on my computer — reading email, browsing the web, working on any of several various web sites, etc. This is pretty much what I do when I’m at home, too. I turn on the TV, get out the laptop, and the rest of the evening is an exercise in divided attention between two glowing screens . . .

    And the evenings when I go out instead of going home (most evenings, that is), my attention is engaged by a neverending series of still more glowing screens. After all, I managed to watch 220 individual movies in theaters last year (not counting multiple viewings of the same movie, of which there were several, and not counting movies seen on a TV). I always drag with me whatever book I’m currently reading, but the few minutes between the time you take your seat and the time that the pre-preview ads start playing isn’t an ideal stretch of time for making any kind of serious bibliophiliacal progress. Neither is the stretch of time between ordering food and receiving it.

    I guess I really never plan to get reading done. It’s something that happens when there’s nothing else going on. I should really just plan to spend more time reading at home — “kill my television,” as they say, at least for a few hours, and pull out the parchment. But I’ve never really been the kind of person that makes plans . . .

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    Deflating
    February 9, 2003 — 9:42 pm

    I finally broke down and made a trip to the grocery store — picked up some Kleenex with lotion & Vitamin E, several types of chicken soup (Campbell’s Simply Home, Progresso Homestyle Chicken and Campbell’s Soup to Go for use at the office tomorrow), generic Safeway-brand “Cold & Sinus” caplets, Robitussin Vitamin C drops (I thought they were also cough drops when I bought them) and Tropicana orange juice with double Vitamin C. If I were a practitioner of amaroli I could now produce my own 100% RDA of Vitamin C — in addition to all the practice’s other dubious remedies . . .

    I’m starting to feel a little better. Go figure — taking care of yourself can actually work.

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    Limpness Light
    February 9, 2003 — 2:55 am

    “Fire the limpness light at the gas bag!”

    So commands Aquaman to Aqualad on a vintage Aquaman cartoon (that’s right — a starring role, not just a guest appearance on The Superfriends) on tonight’s “Boomeraction” anthology on The Cartoon Network (my cousin Jake works for The Cartoon Network, incidentally — that has to be a fun job).

    When dialogue like this fails to inspire a chortle, you know it’s time for bed.

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    Scrambled Eggs
    February 8, 2003 — 3:19 am

    Well, the peanut butter and cement that filled my head all day Thursday and for the better part of this morning have alchemized into a seemingly endless supply of raw scrambled eggs (both albumin and yolk liberally represented) which are gradually dribbling through my sinuses. I don’t have any Kleenex on hand, but I’ve managed to go through two full rolls of toilet paper.

    Despite skipping out on work again today (Paul didn’t want to risk rush hour after last night’s seven or so inches of snow, and I was only too happy to volunteer to stay home sick again in an effort to prevent his potential traffic disaster — although this means I’ll have to work on the newsletter over the weekend), I made it to the Seldom Seniors show tonight at the Birchmere. Excellent bluegrass, played by guys who have been at it for decades, although I think I dug the Jerry Douglas show last month a bit more. Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to like people who build on or deconstruct tradition more than those who just work within it — although the Seldom Seniors had room for covers of stuff by Jerry Garcia & The Ventures.

    Are BBQ pork ribs good for a cold? I dunno, but I guess I’ll find out . . .

    In the morning, I’m heading to check out a possible new apartment in Alexandria, in the afternoon I’m setting up Kimberly‘s DSL at her new studio, and in the evening I’m watching the reportedly-excellent play “I Am Jane” — a Saturday without movies seems incomplete, though. I guess I’ll have to catch something on DVD or cable late tomorrow night.

    Oh, and don’t believe everything Justin says. I never got any virtual chicken soup . . .

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    Peanut Butter and Cement
    February 7, 2003 — 12:25 am

    This morning (technically yesterday morning now, for the pedantic like yours truly), I woke up feeling like someone had filled my head with peanut butter and cement. More so than usual, that is. So I stayed home sick and ended up sleeping for several more hours . . . I’m feeling a little better now, but even if I wasn’t I’d have to make it to work in the morning — we’re recording Common Sense starting at 8:30 a.m.

    And while Justin at least gets to be optimistic about the prospect of work being canceled in the morning, I doubt there’s much chance of that for me. So I’ll hopefully manage to fall asleep not too long after Letterman ends tonight, but my track record for the past few days doesn’t make tonight’s planned bedtime look realistically imminent . . .

    In other news, I’m looking forward to seeing The Seldom Seniors (a few of the founding members of The Seldom Scene) tomorrow night at the Birchmere, and seeing “I Am Jane” Saturday night at the Washington D.C. Temple Visitors Center. Should be a good weekend.

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    Rockin’ at the Strip Mall
    February 6, 2003 — 2:03 am

    Tuesday night I went down to Springfield, VA, to see a Chris Connelly show with Jon, a friend from BYU. Surprisingly, Connelly wasn’t the headliner (he played third out of four acts), despite being the only guy onstage that night I’d ever heard of. I only really knew him from a CD he made with Bill Rieflin, even though he’s worked with several bands I’ve heard of, like Ministry, Pigface & The Revolting Cocks. And I only really know of Bill Rieflin because he recorded two CDs with Robert Fripp & Trey Gunn and is involved with Guitar Craft.

    The whole show was pretty good, particularly Connelly, who has a very Bowiesque voice complemented with just his simple but powerful rhythm guitar accompaniment. I bought a few of his CDs while I was there. The opening and closing bands (Ego Likeness & Voodou) were both differing blends of goth/punk-metal, and were both pretty engaging, although this particular musical universe is pretty much unexplored by me . . . I like what I hear, but it’s not the kind of stuff I’m going to rush out to buy — there’s just too much other, better, stuff to buy first. Voodou was from North Carolina, and although the lead singer had a kind of Siouxsie Sioux-ish mournful wail, her “thank you” at the end of each song was amusingly perky-Southern-chick-ish instead.

    The second act was a techno-DJ/MC duo (I think the DJ was King Rhythm and the MC was Megatron, both from Baltimore, but I’m not sure). It would be fun to mess around with the kid’s techno DJ gear, and I’ve always had a soft spot for free-form poetic rap (Jon and I discovered we had both dug The Numbs, a freestyle hip-hop group that was pretty good and fairly incongruous in a Mormon college town like Provo). I think sticking to a simple rhyme scheme is a big weakness in freestyle rap, though — if the ideas stop flowing, you end up doing stuff like rhyming “Tony Danza” with “Bonanza,” as our Tuesday night MC pal did . . .

    The venue itself, Jaxx, was just wacky — basically a hair-metal club in spirit, it was located in what looked like an abandoned supermarket in a suburban strip mall (in the same strip as the Fabric & Carpetland . . . or was it the Carpet & Fabricland?). Band names covered the walls in fluorescent pink and green — Slayer, Dokken, Steve Vai, etc. Jon pointed out Vanilla Ice’s name on the wall, too, who seemed to be the only non-cheesy-metal guy represented. Maybe he’s the owner’s cousin. Or maybe the fact that he was cheesy trumps the fact that he wasn’t metal.

    It was a pretty skimpy turnout for a four-band concert with names that are at least somewhat recognizable. Maybe it was the fact that it was on a Tuesday night in the suburbs, but we’re probably going to catch Pigface there next month, so we’ll see if attendance picks up for that.

    Jon and I have kind of a weird history. We were both freshmen at BYU, living in the same dorm complex at the same time, eating at the same cafeteria every day, working (as volunteers, of course) for the same off-campus student newspaper, with at least one close friend in common — but we don’t recall ever having met each other. The other night we even figured out that we had both attended a small ad hoc committe meeting to review BYU’s then-current dress & grooming standards. But we don’t remember meeting. Later, after we had both served missions (Jon to Germany, me to Florida), we returned to BYU, where I ended up working for the same company (Retro-Link Associates, apparently now called MARC Link), as Jon and his wife, Erin. In fact, Erin became my supervisor at one point — though Jon and I still hadn’t met. We finally met at a mutual friend’s sealing. Afterward, Jon & Erin & I headed to a restaurant and ended up talking for hours. So much in common, but so little history together.

    I had only been a libertarian for a couple of years at this point, and it’s Jon who loaned me my first copy of Liberty magazine, where I’d later end up working as an assistant editor (and where I’m still a contributing editor, although I’m no longer an employee). I loaned him Reason and Leonard Peikoff’s The Ominous Parallels (he had spent a couple of years in Germany, after all).

    Jon and Erin live not too far from DC now, but I rarely see them — before Tuesday night, I think it had been over a year and a half . . . Hopefully, that will change a little in the future.

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    Justin’s Snow Job
    February 5, 2003 — 3:24 am

    I kill you, man! You dead now, punk!

    OK, Justin’s been telling people this tale for years — but here’s what really happened. On this snow-caving trip with my Boy Scout troop, we started building our cave before we found a really good spot and ended up building a cave that was too thin at the top. By the time Justin made his final foray into the cave, the thinnest point in the roof was probably only an inch or so thick — when it should be at least a foot thick. If the cave is going to be safe enough to sleep in, you should really be able to walk on top of it without the ceiling collapsing.

    So, anyway, Justin heads into the cave to smooth out the ceiling, or whatever he’s doing, and suddenly the roof collapses. In retrospect, it kinda looked like when Buffy stakes a vampire and when it hits the ground it crumbles into dust . . .

    Justin got one thing right, though. Even though he triggered the collapse, he definitely heard my maniacal laughter as the inch or so of ceiling snow covered him.

    Because it was pretty damn funny.

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    But I’m Climbing on Eric!
    February 4, 2003 — 2:13 am

    Whenever I go over to Justin and Tiffany’s house, before long their two girls (ages four and two) are climbing all over me. Now, I really don’t mind this — true, anything can get to be annoying after awhile (especially when you’re trying to eat something like, say, fried rice and the kids keep poking their heads over the top of the container asking “What’s in there, Eric?” even though they already know what’s in there because you’ve told them about 50 times, going so far as to point out each constituent ingredient — not to mention that only minutes earlier the two-year-old had launched an unbelievably large glob of mucus onto your hand and it’s entirely within the realm of possibility that she’ll engage a repeat launch before long), but I find little kids almost endlessly amusing.

    But, also before long, Justin and Tiffany are ordering the kids to “quit bothering Eric.” I can’t object to this, even when the kids aren’t really annoying me — because as good parents Justin and Tiffany are trying to teach their girls good manners. And, presumably, a good rule of social conduct is that you don’t climb onto your houseguests and jump off, then climb onto them again, and jump off, then climb onto them again, and slide down, and climb onto them again . . . But even though I don’t contradict the parents’ attempts to enforce a minimum standard of behavioral conduct, I also don’t object when, 20 seconds later, the girls have returned to “bother” me some more.

    The funniest parts of all this are the excuses that the four-year-old comes up with — the reasons that she’s sure give her valid license to ignore her parents. Picture this scene:

    INT. JUSTIN'S HOUSE - EVENING

    A strikingly large (though not tall), bespectacled, facially (though not cranially) hirsute man sits in a chair. This is ERIC. Standing on his leg is JORDAN, JUSTIN's four-year-old daughter. JORDAN spends several seconds clambering across to ERIC's other leg before leaping to the floor. She climbs back up onto his leg and repeats the process several times. She seems to enjoy this more and more each time, leading to an increased level of audible commotion (such as "Wheee!" while jumping).

    JUSTIN notices the increased commotion.

    JUSTIN
    Jordan, get down and come here.

    JORDAN
    But I'm climbing on Eric!

    You can’t fault that kind of logic.

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    I Can Find It For You
    February 3, 2003 — 5:53 pm

    Today a former boss of mine, who still sublets space in our office, came over to ask me where he could find lyrics on the web. “Quite awhile ago, you showed me a web site that had song lyrics. Can you show me where that is?” So I briefly tutored him in the secret art of Google searches. He never ceases to be amazed by the stuff that one can find online, and I have to admit I always get a kick out of it too. I’m the kind of lame “I can find that for you on the Internet” guy that you read about in Onion articles.

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    Too Many Adverbs
    February 3, 2003 — 3:36 am

    As I look over my last blog entry, the adverbs stick out pretty uglily . . . And I’m now out of chocolate milk.

    MO Viewpoints: Educating and Feeding Missouri from Missouri News Horizon on Vimeo.

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    It’s Morning; I’m Broken
    February 3, 2003 — 2:55 am

    Here it is, well into the middle of the night, and I’m still up watching TV (Yogi Bear) and working on the Internet (gradually refining this blog’s design). It’s really going to be hell getting up in the morning; luckily, arrival time at work is pretty flexible as long as I work concomitantly late and get stuff done expeditiously.

    I frequently think that life would be easier if I stuck to a pretty consistent daily schedule of sleep, but I’m rarely tired enough to fall asleep before 1 or 2 a.m., and when morning rolls around I’m so incredibly sleepy that I can talk myself into sleeping late no matter how much that little corner of my rational mind might object.

    But life is good. I have chocolate milk in the fridge.

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    Playing the Free-Market Card
    February 2, 2003 — 10:08 pm

    In a recent column, novelist Orson Scott Card once again tries to take on economics. A few years ago, I wrote about another attempt of Card’s to compare economics with religion, but this time, instead of just making fun of the people who actually know something about economics, he gets more specific about his own views — in part, a high-school-civics notion of good-government regulation and a laughable invocation of the labor theory of value. This latter actually seems to be the basis for most of his other mistaken (or just really sloppy) economic ideas.

    After listing many of the ways in which he believes government regulation protects us from the “cruelty” of markets, Card writes:

    Money is a way of storing and transferring labor. When one person makes a million dollars and another person makes twenty-five thousand, you can count on it that the guy making a million did not work forty times harder or contribute work worth forty times more to society as a whole.

    Of all the factors that contribute to the value of a good or service, the amount of labor involved is pretty much irrelevent — the amount people are willing to pay you isn’t contingent on how much you sweat, but on how much the things you produce are worth to the people who want to buy them.

    When it comes right down to it, the only way to increase the value of labor is to increase the amount spent on capital — which is the role of capitalists. Labor productivity increases when the laborers have better training and use better tools. The capitalist invests in training and tools and receives some of the benefit of his investment; the workers receive the rest. So Marx’s idea that capitalists make their money by expropriating part of the value of the efforts of their laborers is pretty much the opposite of the truth. Laborers make a large part of their wages by expropriating part of the value of the capitalist’s investment in training and tools — without the capitalist’s investment in productivity, their labor wouldn’t be worth much.

    Here’s another way of looking at it. In order for labor to be worth much, workers need access to tools and training. Where do the tools and training come from? Well, they could pool their money together to buy their own factories and to develop efficient standards and procedures of their own. But this is a pretty big risk. If, despite their investment, their business turns out not to be profitable, a whole bunch of people have lost what little they had. So instead of risking everything they own on a venture that might not pan out, they find someone with money to spare (yes, that would be a rich person) — a capitalist who has invested in a factory of his own. The capitalist’s profit, then, isn’t a skim off the “value” of the workers’ labor, but akin to a rental fee, paid by workers who are borrowing use of the capitalist’s tools and training in order to make their own labor more valuable.

    Also pretty ricidulous are Card’s ideas about antitrust:

    When the same person tells you that deregulation is good and anti-trust laws are bad, he is not a supporter of the free market, he is a supporter of people getting rich at the public expense.

    AT&T was a huge monopoly that people believed to be essential to the public good. But when AT&T was broken up, the result was vast improvement in service and an increase in profits. (Now, of course, the FCC has introduced telecom industry “deregulations” that are actually maddeningly harmful new regulations in disguise — but that’s another issue.)

    If you want to know what America would look like without anti-trust protection, you have only to look back at the old Soviet Union. The USSR never had communism, though it was ruled by the Communist Party. The actual economic system was state-owned monopoly. It was as if Microsoft ran every business. Which is, of course, what Microsoft would attempt to do if the government didn’t block it.

    It almost seems too obvious to point out that AT&T and the Soviet Union are both examples of government-created monopoly. Concentrations of power like this just don’t happen without centralized authoriatarian control. And Microsoft isn’t a “monopoly” akin to AT&T or Standard Oil or any other government-created monoliths by any stretch of the imagination. It has to constantly scramble to beat the innovations of its competitors if it wants to stay on top. It may be dominant now, but it has no sure hold on power without something like a government to squash its competitors decisively.

    The primary objection to Microsoft seems to be that because of its dominance, consumers have lost out on the innovation that others might have produced in a tougher competitive market. But it’s a misnomer to call a loss of innovation a “market failure” — it expresses a value judgment that the innovation we may have had is somehow better than what consumers have chosen. And while economics should study what might have been, under different circumstances, it should remain free of value judgments that the alternatives would have been better or worse than what is. It begs the question: better according to whom? Preference is subjective. “De gustibus non disputandum est” — diff’rent strokes for diff’rent folks.

    It’s entirely possible — even probable — that if Microsoft hadn’t gained such a large market share, we would have, by today, developed a more stable, popular, widely compatible, user-friendly operating system than Windows. But this doesn’t make Microsoft’s dominance a “market failure” at all, because it ignores what consumers got in return for a trade-off in quality: immediacy.

    By using Microsoft products, people were able to use the same programs, file types and operating systems as most other people, in a user-friendly environment, in the here and now — instead of putting off present productivity to wait for a future when an independent standard for competing, increasingly better, products arose. In essence, any loss of innovation caused by Microsoft’s dominance is like interest payments on a loan — you get something you can use right now, but it takes awhile to pay off the resultant opportunity costs (much like the capitalist’s factory, above). This is a perfectly rational trade-off, and doesn’t warrant a value judgment on the part of economists (or the Department of Justice) who think they know better what consumers should want.

    (And buying Microsoft products because you’ve been enticed by a successful marketing campaign isn’t irrational either. As Steven Landsburg pointed out in The Armchair Economist, high-dollar ad campaigns (like those featuring Michael Jordan, or those using expensive Rolling Stones songs) are akin to companies who publicly buy large bonds that they can’t cash in unless the company is still around in a few years. It’s a demonstration that the company has faith in its own products and intends to be around to support them for the forseeable future. It’s no “market failure” when people use products that are featured in expensive advertising campaigns, even if there are technically better products available. Support and consistency are factors that people rationally include in their estimation of the products they decide to use.)

    It seems likely that Microsoft’s dominance will begin to fade over the next decade or so, as innovation begins to catch up. And it’s a change I welcome — when Linux can support a similar range of consumer software to the range that Windows currently supports, I’ll switch my OS in a heartbeat. Until then, I prefer to maintain my current productivity at the expense of increased innovation. Bad choice, you say? Too bad . . .

    So it’s pretty inarguable, I’d say, that we’ve lost some measure of innovation due to Microsoft’s dominance, and in return gained a more immediate degree of increased productivity. But it’s also inarguable that if consumers had rejected Microsoft’s advances and instead waited for an industrywide competitive standard, we would have gained some measure of innovation but lost out on a measure of immediate productivity. Which choice is better? I’m not entirely sure, but it’s a choice I’d rather leave to consumers than to economists and politicians. Or to Orson Scott Card.

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