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August 29, 2006

The Freak Planet

I realize that I'm way behind on reporting on last week's interplanetary developments, but I thought I would chip in anyway.

First, let me say I'm on board with the decision. I mean, it's smaller than many of the moons in the solar system (including our own), it's got a wacky orbit, and other newer "planets" were beginning to be discovered. It was only a matter of time before the International Astronomical Union came to it's senses.

Except what's up with the "dwarf planet" designation? This has created no small amount of consternation among those who care about such things. You would think that the term confers planetary status, but it doesn't. Quoting astronomer Owen Gingerich in the Washington Post: "...we are now faced with the absurdity that a dwarf planet is not a planet. Is a human dwarf not a human?"

August 19, 2006

The Mystery of Athletic Beauty

Hard on the heels of a rare Roger Federer loss and apparently timed for the run-up to this year's US Open, the latest item on the David Foster Wallace watch is the cover story in tomorrow's New York Times Play magazine. In it, he extols the beauty of pure athleticism and describes, as the title of the article suggests, the occasional moments of metaphysical transcendence that occur while watching Roger Federer play tennis. DFW refers to this experience as having a "Federer Moment" such as occurred during one particular point in the fourth set of last year's US Open:

...given Agassi’s position and world-class quickness, Federer had to send that ball down a two-inch pipe of space in order to pass him, which he did, moving backwards, with no setup time and none of his weight behind the shot. It was impossible. It was like something out of "The Matrix." I don’t know what-all sounds were involved, but my spouse says she hurried in and there was popcorn all over the couch and I was down on one knee and my eyeballs looked like novelty-shop eyeballs.

Anyone who watches sports has seen moments like this. Some of us who participate in sports have experienced first-hand moments that are roughly analogous--utterly physical moments, unencumbered an uninhibited by any mental processing other than sheer emotional joy and awe. These are rare moments, but they are one of the chief reasons that we watch and play sports.

There's a lot more in this article, including a brief history of the development of tennis in the modern era (Lendl was the first true power-baseliner, not Borg or Conners), the weirdness of Wimbledon (whose image is relentlessly burnished to the point of losing its sheen), the superiority of watching live tennis ("TV tennis is to live tennis pretty much as video porn is to the felt reality of human love"). But mostly Wallace tries to explain the beauty and power of Federer and his play. "Tries" to explain because there is at least some aspect of his play that can't be described by words.

August 14, 2006

Cut Chemist - The Audience is Listening

This is the cd that has pushed Gnarls Barkley to the background in my mind. I could say that it's just a dj goofing around with his turntables and a mixer, and II would be right. Except that this dj is Cut Chemist and he's not just goofing around, he's goofing around in style.

August 9, 2006

How Do You Spell Boondoggle?

In Rochester, we spell it F-A-S-T F-E-R-R-Y.

Now the Democrat and Chronicle reports on a local group who propose an alternate spelling: L-I-G-H-T R-A-I-L.

The system could be built for an estimated $64.3 million and would cost $400,000 to $2.4 million annually to operate, according to the group's study. Twelve to 18 months after startup, the study projects ridership on the Charlotte line of 5,000 to 6,000 weekday trips.

Let's do the math. Let's go with a yearly operating cost of $1.5 million with roughly $2 million in fares collected (that's 2 million riders at $1 a pop). That leaves $500,000 left each year to pay back the loan on the $64.3 million startup costs.

Hmmm. Maybe we city residents can defer payment on the loan until after we finish paying off the $28 million ferry debt.

Let's just hope we never have to learn how to spell P-A-E-T-E-C P-A-R-K

August 8, 2006

The One Percent Doctrine

by Ron Suskind

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Ron Suskind's book has been making some waves in the past few months on the talk show circuit and in op-ed pieces. The focus has been on the book's various scandalous revelations, ranging from deliberate targeting of Al Jazeera offices in Baghdad to the CIA's unofficial choice of "Edgar" as the codename for Vice President Cheney--Edgar as in Edgar Bergen. Presumably, President Bush would then be Charlie McCarthy.

Whatever. These items, taken on their own, are just red meat for the various partisan dogs on either side of the fence. The real service that Suskind provides is in his exposing of the defining doctrine of the Bush presidency and placing the responsibility/blame for this doctrine squarely at the feet of the VP. Here's Suskind's description:

Even if there's just a 1 percent chance of the unimaginable coming due, act as if it is a certainty. It's not about 'our analysis,' as Cheney said. It's about 'our response.' … Justified or not, fact-based or not, 'our response' is what matters. As to 'evidence,' the bar was set so low that the word itself almost didn't apply.

Iraq is obviously what we're talking about here. And honestly, as a doctrine, this may have some valid application for actions such as, oh I don't know, disaster relief efforts maybe, but as the basis for large-scale military aggression?

So okay, it's all Cheney's fault (Rumsfeld's too, to no one's surprise), so but what about the President? The way Suskind describes it, he's not to blame, having been too well-insulated from the real world concerns such as military strategy or intelligence briefings.

What about the CIA? Well. The source for Suskind's book had to be someone from within the CIA. George Tenet1 in particular, and the agency in general, is portrayed, at worst, as patsies to White House ambitions, or at best, as the heroes on the front lines of this new era's conflict. There's no doubt that the rules have changed and that the agency is in worse shape than it was when Tenet left, but Suskind lets the CIA off the hook for various errors (missteps, lack of judgement, unpreparednness, etc.) both before and after 9-11.

The August 10 issue of the NY Review of Books had three separate articles that fill in the gaps in Suskind's analysis quite nicely. One outlined various visions for a new direction in US diplomatic affairs. Another (unfortunately, not freely available online) traces the recent ascendancy of Shi'ite Islam and the historical conflict within Islam between the Shia and Sunni camps. The last (and most illuminating after having read the One Percent Doctrine), is an article by Peter W. Galbraith that outlines wide and various examples of--"missteps" is too polite a word--incompetence by US military and intelligence in Iraq, especially in the leadership of Secretary of Defense Dick Rumsfeld.

The most damning section of the article shows how clearly the administration's hubris, empowered by national will in the wake of 9-11 and driven by neo-conservative idealism, not only failed to deliver on the promises of those leading the charge, but also made an already bad situation worse for American national interests. The classic maxim of "know thine enemy" was forgotten:

Saddam could not imagine that the United States would see an advantage in replacing him with a pro-Iranian, Shiite-dominated regime. Knowing very little about American politics, he could not grasp the ideological fervor of the Pentagon neo-conservatives who believed Iraq's democratic transformation would revolutionize the Middle East. Rumsfeld and the neo-conservatives could not imagine that Iraqis would not embrace liberation and pro-Western democracy and they assumed that both the invasion and occupation to follow would be easy. For the American generals, to challenge the petty tyrant on the Potomac could have ended their careers; for their Iraqi counterparts, taking on the tyrant on the Tigris could have ended their lives.

The worst part is, the worst part may be yet to come.

1 - Not the source, acccording to Suskind.

August 5, 2006

Another Reason to Drink Plenty of Fluids

This morning began like any other morning. After letting the dogs out, I went down into the basement to relieve myself, little thinking of what danger might lie ahead.

Still in my early morning pre-caffienated state, I puzzled over the foamy bubbles that began to fill the toilet bowl as I emptied my bladder. The bubbles, in fact, threatened to overflow the bowl and I began to suspect that they might be the result of Clorox bleach left in the bowl (unflushed) as part of Kari's recent attempt at sanitization.

Those who paid attention in high school chemistry class can already see where this is heading.

I did pay at least a little bit of attention in high school chemistry class, so my brain, still only halfway through the bootup stage, began activating the neurons assigned to the words "bleach" and "ammonia" and "bad idea." My brain's "danger-avoidance" process had not yet been activated, but the "curiosity" process had, so I took a brief sniff.

You ever watch a boxing match, and between rounds the manager cracks open a vial of smelling salts and you see the groggy boxer shake his head and immediayely wake up? Well take that idea and multiply by about 150. Next thing I know, I'm out in the backyard wheezing with the smell of 5000 swimming pools swirling around my nostrils.

After regaining my composure, I went back inside, closing the door between the basement and the house and opening the door from the basement to the outside. As I was setting up an industrial-strength fan in the basement (while holding my breath), I began to ponder the fact that Kari had just verified her status as primary beneficiary of my life insurance policy only two days prior.

Needless to say, I'll be sleeping lightly tonight.

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