From The New Yorker Magazine, a cute 1920's cartoon:
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Pinocchio, and More DMTC
Saw Pinocchio tonight. One fine show! Everyone did fine - the Grafft sisters, Cody Craven, Chloe Marr, Carver Simmons, Ed Bianchi - everyone!
At one point, I began to get hazy from fatigue from the busy day. Looking up at a blonde girl, I wondered to myself, "Why is Jennifer Walley in the Land of the Toys?" I quickly caught my error, though.
I was just amazed by the limber plasticity of Meeka Craig as Signor Volpone. The mark of a true actor to me has always been a trait that I can only label as versatility: at a suggestion's notice, the actor can assume almost any character under the sun. Few actors actually have this trait, but I suspect Meeka Craig has it. Her Volpone was elastic and physical - Ray Bolger-like: very impressive! Her Miss Hannigan in this summer's workshop, "Annie," was also impressive: the discontented middle-aged woman brought to life. And yet Meeka is only twelve!
Auditions were underway for "Evita" when I stopped there briefly this evening. Some excellent people were there: may the most versatile, ambitious, fascist saint prevail!
Saw Pinocchio tonight. One fine show! Everyone did fine - the Grafft sisters, Cody Craven, Chloe Marr, Carver Simmons, Ed Bianchi - everyone!
At one point, I began to get hazy from fatigue from the busy day. Looking up at a blonde girl, I wondered to myself, "Why is Jennifer Walley in the Land of the Toys?" I quickly caught my error, though.
I was just amazed by the limber plasticity of Meeka Craig as Signor Volpone. The mark of a true actor to me has always been a trait that I can only label as versatility: at a suggestion's notice, the actor can assume almost any character under the sun. Few actors actually have this trait, but I suspect Meeka Craig has it. Her Volpone was elastic and physical - Ray Bolger-like: very impressive! Her Miss Hannigan in this summer's workshop, "Annie," was also impressive: the discontented middle-aged woman brought to life. And yet Meeka is only twelve!
Auditions were underway for "Evita" when I stopped there briefly this evening. Some excellent people were there: may the most versatile, ambitious, fascist saint prevail!
A DMTC Dream
I had a strange DMTC dream last night. Even though I never watch these things on TV, I nevertheless dreamt I was in a MTV Reality TV show, staged in a Las Vegas casino, accompanied by the Four Angels of "Anything Goes." Reality show or not, the event seemed to be a total, staged sham, so several of us guys escaped across a busy boulevard to a soggy, roach-infested strip mall, where I fell through a rotting wooden platform into a dark pit, and had real, untelevised adventures trying to get out.
Too many angles to analyze. The soggy, roach infested strip mall was triggered by a conversation earlier in the day concerning how much pesticide Disney World has to use to keep the swamp creatures at bay. The dark pit was suggested by an event a week ago, when I unwisely stood on the fragile sheetrock ceiling above the DMTC Clubhouse office while looking for props, punched my way through the ceiling, and startled Arthur, who was directly below in the office. The male vs. female angle was suggested by another backstage event on Saturday. And there are other angles too.
Reminds me of the story my father told of being a volunteer fireman in rural Corrales, New Mexico, my hometown. Their crew once responded to a nighttime fire at a farmhouse, and almost immediately, their chief disappeared. The firemen put the fire out, and then began searching for their chief. Turned out, one of the first things the fire had consumed at the farmhouse was the outhouse, and their chief, running around in the dark laying out hoses, failed to discern the outline of the black hole - into which he stumbled.
Not that I'm saying anything here of any importance - just that being Stage Manager, even of a smooth-running show like "Anything Goes," nevertheless exacts a toll in tension and psychic turbulence. Time to rest!
I had a strange DMTC dream last night. Even though I never watch these things on TV, I nevertheless dreamt I was in a MTV Reality TV show, staged in a Las Vegas casino, accompanied by the Four Angels of "Anything Goes." Reality show or not, the event seemed to be a total, staged sham, so several of us guys escaped across a busy boulevard to a soggy, roach-infested strip mall, where I fell through a rotting wooden platform into a dark pit, and had real, untelevised adventures trying to get out.
Too many angles to analyze. The soggy, roach infested strip mall was triggered by a conversation earlier in the day concerning how much pesticide Disney World has to use to keep the swamp creatures at bay. The dark pit was suggested by an event a week ago, when I unwisely stood on the fragile sheetrock ceiling above the DMTC Clubhouse office while looking for props, punched my way through the ceiling, and startled Arthur, who was directly below in the office. The male vs. female angle was suggested by another backstage event on Saturday. And there are other angles too.
Reminds me of the story my father told of being a volunteer fireman in rural Corrales, New Mexico, my hometown. Their crew once responded to a nighttime fire at a farmhouse, and almost immediately, their chief disappeared. The firemen put the fire out, and then began searching for their chief. Turned out, one of the first things the fire had consumed at the farmhouse was the outhouse, and their chief, running around in the dark laying out hoses, failed to discern the outline of the black hole - into which he stumbled.
Not that I'm saying anything here of any importance - just that being Stage Manager, even of a smooth-running show like "Anything Goes," nevertheless exacts a toll in tension and psychic turbulence. Time to rest!
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Anything Goes
We opened last night! In general, I thought it was the smoothest opening night I've ever seen at DMTC. The reason for the smoothness is that we are beginning to reap the benefit of investments of time and energy that Michael Miiller, Jennifer Walley, and Mike McElroy have made over the last six months in the nuts and bolts of set design: reusable, sturdy, modular platforms being the principal example. Plus the hard work of Doug Freeman and Don David. And again, Jason Hammond had the set design planned out well in advance (it always helps to be prepared). I feared the size of the set required to simulate a large ship would cripple and distract our available manpower, but that did not happen. And the set design is clever, and it economizes on work required during the show. So, the cast was free to concentrate on the show itself rather than being unnecessarily distracted by the set and furniture hustling. Excellent work by everybody!
As the hyperalert Stage Manager, it doesn't mean the performance was flawless. There were still some issues. Don was flung into running the light board with little preparation, so there were some lighting miscues. Herb and I carefully worked out when I was supposed to call lights on the second scene: it was when "she" came on-stage with him. Only trouble, I didn't know who "she" was, so Kelly and Herb idled away impatiently in the dark as I waited for "she" to make some kind of magical appearance. Noel was carefully trying to move her cart of refreshments backstage, but instead bounced the cart like a pinball off the closely-packed furniture - I thought the strange jangling sound of rattling bottles was some kind of bizarre cellphone ringtone. Megan and Steve would have bumped bellies in the dark if not for the table between them that Megan was carrying, so instead, both merely ended up with gouged shins from the table base. Andy missed a rimshot because of too much backstage conversation. And lastly, Gayle didn't get the memo about wearing gloves in the last scene.
Still, considering some of the nightmarish things that have occurred on opening nights in the past, I am immensely relieved. We've got a great show, and the audience loved it!
We opened last night! In general, I thought it was the smoothest opening night I've ever seen at DMTC. The reason for the smoothness is that we are beginning to reap the benefit of investments of time and energy that Michael Miiller, Jennifer Walley, and Mike McElroy have made over the last six months in the nuts and bolts of set design: reusable, sturdy, modular platforms being the principal example. Plus the hard work of Doug Freeman and Don David. And again, Jason Hammond had the set design planned out well in advance (it always helps to be prepared). I feared the size of the set required to simulate a large ship would cripple and distract our available manpower, but that did not happen. And the set design is clever, and it economizes on work required during the show. So, the cast was free to concentrate on the show itself rather than being unnecessarily distracted by the set and furniture hustling. Excellent work by everybody!
As the hyperalert Stage Manager, it doesn't mean the performance was flawless. There were still some issues. Don was flung into running the light board with little preparation, so there were some lighting miscues. Herb and I carefully worked out when I was supposed to call lights on the second scene: it was when "she" came on-stage with him. Only trouble, I didn't know who "she" was, so Kelly and Herb idled away impatiently in the dark as I waited for "she" to make some kind of magical appearance. Noel was carefully trying to move her cart of refreshments backstage, but instead bounced the cart like a pinball off the closely-packed furniture - I thought the strange jangling sound of rattling bottles was some kind of bizarre cellphone ringtone. Megan and Steve would have bumped bellies in the dark if not for the table between them that Megan was carrying, so instead, both merely ended up with gouged shins from the table base. Andy missed a rimshot because of too much backstage conversation. And lastly, Gayle didn't get the memo about wearing gloves in the last scene.
Still, considering some of the nightmarish things that have occurred on opening nights in the past, I am immensely relieved. We've got a great show, and the audience loved it!
Friday, November 19, 2004
Event Moments
There is a wonderful story, in the December 2004 issue of Harper's Magazine. In 1963, Thomas de Zengotita, and a studio full of Method Acting students, mistook fragmentary news of JFK's shooting for the premise of an acting improvisational exercise. On cue, the actors plumbed their souls for the emotions they would express if JFK had been shot. The students were very good at their craft, and their pain was inconsolable. News eventually filtered in, however, that JFK really had, in fact, been shot and killed, leaving the students, who had already been in a state of shock, in an embarrassed agony too deep for their formidable acting skills to express.
I began thinking about the event moments of my lifetime - those moments where you can't help but remember where you were when you heard the news. These are close cousins to the vivid memories associated with crises.
The most important series of events in my lifetime so far have been the dissolution of the Soviet Union. No other events come close in regards to their unexpected surprise and historical importance. There are so many stories to tell, and no time! Here are partial lists of both Crises and Events that come to mind:
Crises
Cuban Missile Crisis
1967 Urban Riots
Tet Offensive
Invasion of Cambodia
Apollo 13
Watergate
Iran Hostage Crisis
Jonestown
1983 S. AZ Floods
Iran-Contra
1989 E. European Crisis
Berlin Wall breached
Desert Storm
Soviet Union dissolved
Bush vs. Gore
No Iraqi WMD
Events
JFK's Assassination
Apollo 1 Fire
MLK's Assassination
RFK's Assassination
Apollo 11 - Landing On the Moon
Reagan's Attempted Assassination
Challenger Destroyed
1987 Stock Market Collapse
Invasion of Kuwait
Soviet Coup Attempt
OJ Simpson Verdict
Princess Di's Death
September 11th
Columbia Destroyed
There is a wonderful story, in the December 2004 issue of Harper's Magazine. In 1963, Thomas de Zengotita, and a studio full of Method Acting students, mistook fragmentary news of JFK's shooting for the premise of an acting improvisational exercise. On cue, the actors plumbed their souls for the emotions they would express if JFK had been shot. The students were very good at their craft, and their pain was inconsolable. News eventually filtered in, however, that JFK really had, in fact, been shot and killed, leaving the students, who had already been in a state of shock, in an embarrassed agony too deep for their formidable acting skills to express.
I began thinking about the event moments of my lifetime - those moments where you can't help but remember where you were when you heard the news. These are close cousins to the vivid memories associated with crises.
The most important series of events in my lifetime so far have been the dissolution of the Soviet Union. No other events come close in regards to their unexpected surprise and historical importance. There are so many stories to tell, and no time! Here are partial lists of both Crises and Events that come to mind:
Crises
Cuban Missile Crisis
1967 Urban Riots
Tet Offensive
Invasion of Cambodia
Apollo 13
Watergate
Iran Hostage Crisis
Jonestown
1983 S. AZ Floods
Iran-Contra
1989 E. European Crisis
Berlin Wall breached
Desert Storm
Soviet Union dissolved
Bush vs. Gore
No Iraqi WMD
Events
JFK's Assassination
Apollo 1 Fire
MLK's Assassination
RFK's Assassination
Apollo 11 - Landing On the Moon
Reagan's Attempted Assassination
Challenger Destroyed
1987 Stock Market Collapse
Invasion of Kuwait
Soviet Coup Attempt
OJ Simpson Verdict
Princess Di's Death
September 11th
Columbia Destroyed
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Beautiful Things
What exactly do the lyrics of "Beautiful Things" (Andain/Gabriel & Dresden mix: also, DJ Tiesto) mean?
Over at Let's Sing It, the discussion starts wide, but gets very close to the mark. First, there is the general sense that the singer "isn't the same anymore and she thought she was doing the right thing but was wrong and all she is really doing is standing still." Another suggests that she has committed suicide: "she is talking about her regrets and in hind sight looks back at all the beautiful things she's missing out on." A third contributor makes a much better analysis, though:
Myself, I think the song is not just about marriage, but about aging, in general. Distracted by the beautiful things of youth, one day we notice that life has moved on and we remain stuck.
"Beautiful Things" (DJ Tiesto):
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, what now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possibility.
Get me up, wake me up, dreams are filling
this trace of blame.
Frozen still I thought I could stop,
now who's gonna wait.
No one's calling for me at the door.
and unpredictable won't bother anymore.
and silently gets harder to ignore.
look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
what's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
just let it go, what now can never be.
Now what do I do?
can I change my mind?
did I think things through?
It was once my life - it was my life at one time.
What exactly do the lyrics of "Beautiful Things" (Andain/Gabriel & Dresden mix: also, DJ Tiesto) mean?
Over at Let's Sing It, the discussion starts wide, but gets very close to the mark. First, there is the general sense that the singer "isn't the same anymore and she thought she was doing the right thing but was wrong and all she is really doing is standing still." Another suggests that she has committed suicide: "she is talking about her regrets and in hind sight looks back at all the beautiful things she's missing out on." A third contributor makes a much better analysis, though:
The words in this song lead me to believe that she is talking about marriage!
She's wakes up early to find her only name is missing. No one sees but she got stuck since forever (marriage is forever) came. Her name must have crept away. No more unpredictability of the single life. No one's calling for her, no more men coming and going in her life.
Take this happy ending away its all the same! Marriage is suppose to be a happy ending. But shes feeling like perhaps this is not what she wanted. "I forgot that I might see, so many beautiful things" Life is beautiful, love is and perhaps having children and those moments. In the chorus, she is saying that it can be so beautiful, but in the lyrics she is questioning all that.
I think the words that really get me is "look straight ahead there's nothing left to see, what's done is done this life has got it hold on me", she is saying that there is no use in looking at what she left behind and her new life has a hold on her, perhaps she's happy with it and is trying to talk herself into not thinking about what she has left behind.
At the end she's doubting she made the right choice, wondering if she could change her mind, looking at the life she had.
This song is about conflict, giving up one life for another and the stuggle in doing that.
I guess it hits me because I have been there. Marriage is beautiful but sometimes it's hard to imagine what you gave up for it.
Myself, I think the song is not just about marriage, but about aging, in general. Distracted by the beautiful things of youth, one day we notice that life has moved on and we remain stuck.
"Beautiful Things" (DJ Tiesto):
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, what now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possibility.
Get me up, wake me up, dreams are filling
this trace of blame.
Frozen still I thought I could stop,
now who's gonna wait.
No one's calling for me at the door.
and unpredictable won't bother anymore.
and silently gets harder to ignore.
look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
what's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
just let it go, what now can never be.
Now what do I do?
can I change my mind?
did I think things through?
It was once my life - it was my life at one time.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Chinese Cuisine, Yum!
If Chinese cuisine prizes soup made from the saliva-cemented nests of cliff-dwelling birds, what won't they celebrate? Here are some cheap condiments to die for. Posted on Die, Puny Humans:
If Chinese cuisine prizes soup made from the saliva-cemented nests of cliff-dwelling birds, what won't they celebrate? Here are some cheap condiments to die for. Posted on Die, Puny Humans:
Chinese soy sauce manufacturers say they want to continue making human hair sauce because it's much cheaper than using soybeans. But outrage caused the Chinese government to ban the process, although many unscrupulous soy makers continue prowling barbershops for their economic alternative.
Anorexia
I remember once at my relatives, waiting for the arrival of one of my cousins: the "anorexic" one, whom I hadn't seen in quite a while. As we waited, we talked among ourselves about body self-image, healthy eating, peer pressure, and fashion industry imagery.
Expecting an ethereal waif, I was more than a little surprised when a bronzed Amazon strode through the front door. She skipped the inane pleasantries, sallied forth into the kitchen, yanked opened the refrigerator and shouted, "Isn't lunch ready yet? I'm starving!"
An underground subculture of teenage girls who bond over their eating disorders and glorify bone-thin celebrities has surfaced on the Internet, in a growing trend that experts say frustrates treatment.As harmful as it is, there is a certain kind of lunar, mind-over-matter glory to anorexia.
I remember once at my relatives, waiting for the arrival of one of my cousins: the "anorexic" one, whom I hadn't seen in quite a while. As we waited, we talked among ourselves about body self-image, healthy eating, peer pressure, and fashion industry imagery.
Expecting an ethereal waif, I was more than a little surprised when a bronzed Amazon strode through the front door. She skipped the inane pleasantries, sallied forth into the kitchen, yanked opened the refrigerator and shouted, "Isn't lunch ready yet? I'm starving!"
An above-ground uberculture of middle-aged worrywarts who bond over their eating disorders and glorify morbidly-obese celebrities has surfaced everywhere, in a growing trend that experts say frustrates treatment.
Doris Browning, RIP
Funeral service tomorrow: rather unusual circumstances. Condolences to the Browning family.
Funeral service tomorrow: rather unusual circumstances. Condolences to the Browning family.
Nov. 17, 1968
A walk down memory lane by the folks at Daily Rotten:
A walk down memory lane by the folks at Daily Rotten:
NBC preempts the final 1:05 from a very close Jets-Raiders NFL football game with "Heidi". Two touchdowns were scored during this missing time. Sports fans everywhere applaud and understand the network's decision.
Quatrain Fatigue
Usually lunchtime consists of sitting in the little booth at Subway, and blowing a fuse as I read the Wall Street Journal editorial page. Lately, though, K. has been explaining his theories regarding the proper interpretation of Nostradamus' quatrains as I eat my lunch.
Normally, the predictions of Nostradamus are ominous and portentous, but they make little sense. It doesn't matter whether you read them in French or English.
K. is convinced that a numerologist like Nostradamus would have encoded the true meaning of the text. One should read the quatrains like a page written in HTML, with the various lines as hyperlinks to the true meaning.
When K. arranges the quatrains with the Chaldean numerological system, the predictions of Nostradamus are ominous and portentous, but they make little sense. When K. arranges the quatrains with the Pythagorean system, the predictions are portentous and ominous, but they still make little sense. It still doesn't matter whether you read them in French or English.
I mean, come on Nostradamus, the North African Arabs and the Poles will never be at war with each other. Neither will they ever be allies. It's not personal. It's geography. So why write about it?
And famous bridges that collapse. It's happened many times in the past. It will happen many times in the future. A famous bridge was destroyed in the city of Mostar in the recent Yugoslav wars. Doesn't mean Nostradamus predicted it.
In fact, I predict that a famous bridge will collapse or be destroyed sometime in the next 7,000 years. Guaranteed. Nothing ominous or portentous about it.
All this begins to make me pine for the stupidities of the Wall Street Journal. At least their predictions have to meet the acid test of reality (excepting the economists who use dynamic scoring to measure the economic effects of tax cuts, of course).
Usually lunchtime consists of sitting in the little booth at Subway, and blowing a fuse as I read the Wall Street Journal editorial page. Lately, though, K. has been explaining his theories regarding the proper interpretation of Nostradamus' quatrains as I eat my lunch.
Normally, the predictions of Nostradamus are ominous and portentous, but they make little sense. It doesn't matter whether you read them in French or English.
K. is convinced that a numerologist like Nostradamus would have encoded the true meaning of the text. One should read the quatrains like a page written in HTML, with the various lines as hyperlinks to the true meaning.
When K. arranges the quatrains with the Chaldean numerological system, the predictions of Nostradamus are ominous and portentous, but they make little sense. When K. arranges the quatrains with the Pythagorean system, the predictions are portentous and ominous, but they still make little sense. It still doesn't matter whether you read them in French or English.
I mean, come on Nostradamus, the North African Arabs and the Poles will never be at war with each other. Neither will they ever be allies. It's not personal. It's geography. So why write about it?
And famous bridges that collapse. It's happened many times in the past. It will happen many times in the future. A famous bridge was destroyed in the city of Mostar in the recent Yugoslav wars. Doesn't mean Nostradamus predicted it.
In fact, I predict that a famous bridge will collapse or be destroyed sometime in the next 7,000 years. Guaranteed. Nothing ominous or portentous about it.
All this begins to make me pine for the stupidities of the Wall Street Journal. At least their predictions have to meet the acid test of reality (excepting the economists who use dynamic scoring to measure the economic effects of tax cuts, of course).
Your Stage Manager is Ready to Help
Last night, several of the dancers were standing in the wings, bent over at the waist, vigorously shaking their bodices. D. explained that, with these particular costumes, there was some danger that their boobies would escape and come squirting out the sides.
Well, I'm always ready to help remedy wardrobe malfunctions. If frantic stuffing fails, we can always try duct tape.
Last night, several of the dancers were standing in the wings, bent over at the waist, vigorously shaking their bodices. D. explained that, with these particular costumes, there was some danger that their boobies would escape and come squirting out the sides.
Well, I'm always ready to help remedy wardrobe malfunctions. If frantic stuffing fails, we can always try duct tape.
A Little "Salt Air" Would Do Me Some Good Too
"Dark Ride": Deborah McMillion-Nering must have the old amusement park on the coast of the Great Salt Lake in mind.
"Dark Ride": Deborah McMillion-Nering must have the old amusement park on the coast of the Great Salt Lake in mind.
What Osama Wants...
Osama Bin Laden has been granted religious approval to use a nuclear bomb against Americans, according to the CIA's former top Al Qaeda expert.
Osama Bin Laden has been granted religious approval to use a nuclear bomb against Americans, according to the CIA's former top Al Qaeda expert.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Blue-State Secession
Growing up in New Mexico, I was always painfully aware how dependent we were on the kindness of the coasts, and how perilous a course it would be to 'go red'. As the Wall Street Journal recently pointed out, New Mexicans receive two dollars from the feds for every dollar taxed, the highest disparity of any state.
You gotta do what you gotta do. The blue states need to teach the red states some lessons in power (easy for me to say this - I live in California now).
Growing up in New Mexico, I was always painfully aware how dependent we were on the kindness of the coasts, and how perilous a course it would be to 'go red'. As the Wall Street Journal recently pointed out, New Mexicans receive two dollars from the feds for every dollar taxed, the highest disparity of any state.
You gotta do what you gotta do. The blue states need to teach the red states some lessons in power (easy for me to say this - I live in California now).
Monday, November 15, 2004
Runaway's Fiddler
Saw Runaway Stage's Fiddler on Saturday. Even though I expected to be bored stiff (having done the show twice), it was actually quite nice to see. I had heard beforehand, through the grapevine, that there were dancing issues, but I didn't see choreographic problems, just a group of dancers with varying levels of experience trying to function in a very crowded space. Our crowd had many issues of varying importance, of course, the most serious of which was the misstep of having Fyedka beat Perchik at the end of the wedding scene (would Chava risk offending Hodel by marrying Fyedka after such a faux pas?) Nevertheless, there were many nice touches: Fruma Sara, Tzeitel, and I liked Bob Baxter's quickness. The set and lighting were fine (the house, small as it was, was nevertheless awkwardly large for the space).
Saw Runaway Stage's Fiddler on Saturday. Even though I expected to be bored stiff (having done the show twice), it was actually quite nice to see. I had heard beforehand, through the grapevine, that there were dancing issues, but I didn't see choreographic problems, just a group of dancers with varying levels of experience trying to function in a very crowded space. Our crowd had many issues of varying importance, of course, the most serious of which was the misstep of having Fyedka beat Perchik at the end of the wedding scene (would Chava risk offending Hodel by marrying Fyedka after such a faux pas?) Nevertheless, there were many nice touches: Fruma Sara, Tzeitel, and I liked Bob Baxter's quickness. The set and lighting were fine (the house, small as it was, was nevertheless awkwardly large for the space).
Department of Redundancy Department
Being stage manager for 'Anything Goes' looks like oblivion. By design, many of the normal stage manager functions will not be required: no curtain opening and closing, little furniture shuffling, and not many blackouts to administer. Basically, my role seems to be to make unnecessary conversation, impede the progress of the dancers in and out of the wings, and sweep the floor. Time to bring a book.
Being stage manager for 'Anything Goes' looks like oblivion. By design, many of the normal stage manager functions will not be required: no curtain opening and closing, little furniture shuffling, and not many blackouts to administer. Basically, my role seems to be to make unnecessary conversation, impede the progress of the dancers in and out of the wings, and sweep the floor. Time to bring a book.
Error Message?
(Courtesy of Bruce - I know Gabe, you told me about this a long time ago, but it's still fun)
1) Go to www.google.com
2) Type in: weapons of mass destruction (DO NOT hit return button!)
3) Hit the "I'm feeling lucky" button.
(Courtesy of Bruce - I know Gabe, you told me about this a long time ago, but it's still fun)
1) Go to www.google.com
2) Type in: weapons of mass destruction (DO NOT hit return button!)
3) Hit the "I'm feeling lucky" button.
Strange Women Lying in Ponds
Yes, you are right. Better government comes from friendly women lying communally in ponds:
Deborah McMillion-Nering's Weeki-Wachi Mermaids
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
Yes, you are right. Better government comes from friendly women lying communally in ponds:
Deborah McMillion-Nering's Weeki-Wachi Mermaids
Filthy Lucre
Best possible use of stolen greenbacks!
Speaking of cash, E. is on a winning streak again, despite having lost her wallet at Thunder Valley Casino and having it returned intact by an honest person (myself, 25,000,000 times bitten, 25,000,001 times shy).
Best possible use of stolen greenbacks!
Speaking of cash, E. is on a winning streak again, despite having lost her wallet at Thunder Valley Casino and having it returned intact by an honest person (myself, 25,000,000 times bitten, 25,000,001 times shy).
Generational Touchstones
It can be maddeningly difficult to spot the events in popular culture that truly have an impact on people's lives. Three years ago, in 2001, my 20-some year old friends were agog when I announced that I had no idea what "The Princess Bride" (1987) was all about. How could I have missed the most influential movie in world history? I was importuned incessantly with, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father: prepare to die." But it turned out, when I finally rented this movie to see what it was all about, that I HAD seen it, back in the late 80's: it was just that the movie made no real impression on me at the time, and I had forgotten it. I was not in the real target group (birth years approximately 1977-1980, age range approximately 9-12 when the movie was released) for whom this movie became a touchstone.
My touchstone, when I was that age, was the heroic effort of the U.S. Space Program to send men to the Moon. Sputnik echoed through my childhood. Musicwise, tunes like Tommy James and the Shondell's "Crimson and Clover" caught my imagination. I wrote earlier how I suspect the movie "Xanadu" was Kylie Minogue's touchstone.
So, what are likely generational touchstones for the generation born about 1985-1987? My favorite candidate is "Sally's Song," Danny Elfman's creation from 1993's "The Nightmare Before Christmas." Unlike "The Princess Bride," "The Nightmare Before Christmas" is darker, in many ways more powerful, and is even more likely to have left a big imprint on young minds.
I remember how "Sally's Song," sung dolefully by Catharine O'Hara, really took my breath away when I first heard it. It reminded me of the day I listened, as a hummingbird rested nearby, and sang an eerie, high-pitched song of longing and loss - until then, I never knew hummingbirds could sing! The bird was so pretty - what could possibly be sad in its life? Did she miss her home in the cool mountain forests of Mexico? Quien sabe?
Sally, having witnessed an omen of doom, tries to divert Jack Skellington from his dangerous Christmas mission, but fails. She sings of unrequited love, looming loss, and a sense of her own insignificance (eternal themes of childhood and adolescence). Here is a photo, from this Web Site, with lyrics:
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one
It can be maddeningly difficult to spot the events in popular culture that truly have an impact on people's lives. Three years ago, in 2001, my 20-some year old friends were agog when I announced that I had no idea what "The Princess Bride" (1987) was all about. How could I have missed the most influential movie in world history? I was importuned incessantly with, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father: prepare to die." But it turned out, when I finally rented this movie to see what it was all about, that I HAD seen it, back in the late 80's: it was just that the movie made no real impression on me at the time, and I had forgotten it. I was not in the real target group (birth years approximately 1977-1980, age range approximately 9-12 when the movie was released) for whom this movie became a touchstone.
My touchstone, when I was that age, was the heroic effort of the U.S. Space Program to send men to the Moon. Sputnik echoed through my childhood. Musicwise, tunes like Tommy James and the Shondell's "Crimson and Clover" caught my imagination. I wrote earlier how I suspect the movie "Xanadu" was Kylie Minogue's touchstone.
So, what are likely generational touchstones for the generation born about 1985-1987? My favorite candidate is "Sally's Song," Danny Elfman's creation from 1993's "The Nightmare Before Christmas." Unlike "The Princess Bride," "The Nightmare Before Christmas" is darker, in many ways more powerful, and is even more likely to have left a big imprint on young minds.
I remember how "Sally's Song," sung dolefully by Catharine O'Hara, really took my breath away when I first heard it. It reminded me of the day I listened, as a hummingbird rested nearby, and sang an eerie, high-pitched song of longing and loss - until then, I never knew hummingbirds could sing! The bird was so pretty - what could possibly be sad in its life? Did she miss her home in the cool mountain forests of Mexico? Quien sabe?
Sally, having witnessed an omen of doom, tries to divert Jack Skellington from his dangerous Christmas mission, but fails. She sings of unrequited love, looming loss, and a sense of her own insignificance (eternal themes of childhood and adolescence). Here is a photo, from this Web Site, with lyrics:
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Bottle Trees
Finally arranged an evening with H. and the kids and saw "Ray: Unchain My Heart" last night. Excellent movie - Jamie Foxx and Sharon Warren were wonderful - but I kept wondering about the looming presence of the colorful bottle tree. What does a bottle tree symbolize?
Fortunately the subject has won some attention. Old cobalt blue bottles, the 19th Century sort one sometimes finds in the ruins of old Western ghost towns, are the favored decoration:
Additionally:
Bottle Tree as a Home Improvement project
Finally arranged an evening with H. and the kids and saw "Ray: Unchain My Heart" last night. Excellent movie - Jamie Foxx and Sharon Warren were wonderful - but I kept wondering about the looming presence of the colorful bottle tree. What does a bottle tree symbolize?
Fortunately the subject has won some attention. Old cobalt blue bottles, the 19th Century sort one sometimes finds in the ruins of old Western ghost towns, are the favored decoration:
The unusual trees originated as an ancient African custom that can be traced back as far as ninth century Congo. Natives hung hand-blown glass on trees to ward off evil. The tradition migrated to the United States and became part of the Southern African-American folklore.
Many items and symbols were used in a decorative manner, but each had a very significant meaning. The most well-known was nailing a horseshoe above the threshold for good luck. Other examples include tacking a Bible verse above the door, or painting the doors and windows blue, or "haint blue" as it was known among those who used it. Some hung "ghost mirrors" beside the door, believing that evil is repelled by its own sight.
The trees served a significant role in the yard spaces of African-American communities as they were used as a means of protecting the home by trapping evil spirits within the colorful bottles. The bottles, usually blue, were stuck onto the protruding limbs of a tree, usually cedar, because its branches point toward the heavens.
Additionally:
According to old Southern folk beliefs, the color blue wards off evil and brings good luck. I'm not sure why the other colors were used, but maybe they are just in case some evil spirits are color blind. Some folk go even father to capture the spirits by greasing the throats of the bottles with fat to better entrap the evil spirits. Once sucked inside, it is believed that the spirits cannot escape, the morning sun seals them inside. When a strong wind whips through the bottle tree causing it to emit a low whistle or moan, that signifies the death of the imprisoned spirits. During the 1878 yellow fever epidemic in Memphis, Tennessee, families where the disease was raging hung blue medicine bottles on tree limbs outside their homes to ward off spirits associated with the plague.
Here is a photo of bottle trees from the Eudora Welty Collection:
© Eudora Welty Collection - Mississippi Department of Archives and History
Welty used bottle trees in her short story "Livvie," which was set near the Old Natchez Trace, a famous colonial "road" used by Indians, merchants, soldiers, and outlaws between Natchez and Nashville, Tennessee. This photograph, like many others taken by Welty during her work for the Works Progress Administration in the 1930s, appears in One Time, One Place: Mississippi in the Depression: A Snapshot Album (Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 1996).
Bottle Tree as a Home Improvement project
Friday, November 12, 2004
Pleading With the Almighty
It's been a remarkable start to the Western rainy season so far: the ski areas in the Sierras have had their earliest start in 50 years. Nevertheless, the National Weather Service is not so sanguine:
It's been a remarkable start to the Western rainy season so far: the ski areas in the Sierras have had their earliest start in 50 years. Nevertheless, the National Weather Service is not so sanguine:
[T]he recent stormy circulation pattern will likely not persist through the forecast period, with a drier and milder regime expected for much of the November-January period.Come on, that's a cheap forecast! Big Rossby waves, the ones that really place a stamp on the climate's favorability, rarely stay in place an entire season! Even a child could make that forecast, or for that matter, this, more optimistic forecast:
Looking beyond this outlook period, various seasonal forecast models, as well as historical analogues with weak to moderate El Niño events, suggest improving odds for significant rain and snow toward late winter and spring across the Southwest, including the Colorado River Basin, and that could bode well for mountain snowpack this spring.
Here's to the power of prayer (even if from an agnostic heart), and the staying power of favorable Rossby waves!
Discretion, Personal Diplomacy, and Monty Python's Holy Grail
Thinking about Monty Python brought to mind my distinguished grandfather, Francis Drake Buzzell. In a commendable effort at personal diplomacy, around 1900, he and his Philippine Insurrection army buddies apparently tried to make a courtesy call on the Japanese Imperial Palace. His own description, written in 1953, is best:
Francis Drake Buzzell (center). Photo forwarded by Janice Becker.
When danger reared its ugly head......
Thinking about Monty Python brought to mind my distinguished grandfather, Francis Drake Buzzell. In a commendable effort at personal diplomacy, around 1900, he and his Philippine Insurrection army buddies apparently tried to make a courtesy call on the Japanese Imperial Palace. His own description, written in 1953, is best:
Francis Drake Buzzell (center). Photo forwarded by Janice Becker.
Tried to make a call on the Mikado, but run into some bayonets instead and beat a retreat in which I outran my companion though his legs were longer than mine. It was 35 miles back to Yokohama & the boat and I led all the way. The boat sailed almost immediately, and I was glad to see a lot of water between it & the land.
When danger reared its ugly head......
Thursday, November 11, 2004
It's A Nice Day in the Neighborhood
I've been trying to arrange my blog shortcuts. Many of the shortcuts, particularly of the right-wing sort, I hadn't accessed since those happy, carefree, kiteflying days before Dubya's Iraqi WMD ruse was revealed. It's nice checking out everyone else's work. Here are some interesting things:
From Amy Sullivan at the Washington Monthly, now that the election is past and the enemies of liberty have been routed (i.e., Democrats), the terror level in the financial district of New York and Washington can be safely relaxed:
From Across the River, something I hope isn't a harbinger of the future, a Creationist Science Fair.
From Patriot Paradox, sound political advice from the muck-gathering peasants of Monty Python's Holy Grail:
I've been trying to arrange my blog shortcuts. Many of the shortcuts, particularly of the right-wing sort, I hadn't accessed since those happy, carefree, kiteflying days before Dubya's Iraqi WMD ruse was revealed. It's nice checking out everyone else's work. Here are some interesting things:
From Amy Sullivan at the Washington Monthly, now that the election is past and the enemies of liberty have been routed (i.e., Democrats), the terror level in the financial district of New York and Washington can be safely relaxed:
The Department of Homeland Security lowered the terrorist threat level yesterday for five financial institution headquarters in Washington, New York and New Jersey, and U.S. Capitol Police began removing 14 vehicle checkpoints around the Capitol that had frustrated motorists and neighborhood residents since August.Jim Dedman waxes nostalgic about The Prisoner. I loved the series too. Here's the comment I posted on his web log:
The government dropped the threat index for the financial buildings from orange, or "high risk," to yellow, or "elevated risk," because security measures taken there in the past three months and tightened security in the financial sector nationwide eliminated the need for the higher alert designation, said James M. Loy, deputy secretary of homeland security.
I believe it was the summer of 1966 or '67, when I was a kid. My carefree summer play came to a stop once a week, to watch the latest eyepopping installment of "The Prisoner." No better series has ever been aired on TV! And yes, the last episode is really too confusing to be satisfactory. The soul of the series is the fact that the nightmare DOESN'T end, and forcing it to an end just didn't work well.
From Rantburg, a Romanian judge's objections to slander fell on deaf ears.
BUCHAREST, Romania (AP) - A Romanian judge on Wednesday resigned after being accused of starring in an X-rated video, officials said.
Simona Lungu, 36, a judge at the Bucharest Tribunal, was investigated by judicial authorities over allegations that she acted in an adult video that was sold in Denmark.
Lungu denied it was her in the movie and asked the Forensic Institute, a state crime lab, to help her clear her name by taking photos of her and comparing them to the video.
Instead, the institute concluded it was her in the video.
From Across the River, something I hope isn't a harbinger of the future, a Creationist Science Fair.
From Patriot Paradox, sound political advice from the muck-gathering peasants of Monty Python's Holy Grail:
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.plus a well-considered warning of danger in cuddly packets (Girlie-girl 'Cloudy', my own bunny, can make this belligerent guy run away in an instant!)
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
The End of Journalistic Integrity
It's one thing to read about the amoral approach of political journalists in reporting the news: it's another thing to see it made manifest. The other night, C-SPAN presented a post-election panel of journalists, and Elisabeth Bumiller, the doyenne of the New York Times, proudly demonstrated everything that is so wrong with our political media.
When politicians lie to her - bold, transparent lies - she does not call them lies: she prefers an opaque construction, like 'the Vice-President's statements are contrary to the 9/11 Commission Report's findings,' or some other mealy-mouthed way of excusing people from responsibility for their statements. Pinning responsibility is not her job, she maintains.
Refusing to call a lie a lie, however, only enables the liars: everyone knows that. People have died for these lies. Why enable the killers? Why is she still employed? Why do I continue to subscribe to this NY Sunday Times drek?
Elisabeth Bumiller makes me retch.
It's one thing to read about the amoral approach of political journalists in reporting the news: it's another thing to see it made manifest. The other night, C-SPAN presented a post-election panel of journalists, and Elisabeth Bumiller, the doyenne of the New York Times, proudly demonstrated everything that is so wrong with our political media.
When politicians lie to her - bold, transparent lies - she does not call them lies: she prefers an opaque construction, like 'the Vice-President's statements are contrary to the 9/11 Commission Report's findings,' or some other mealy-mouthed way of excusing people from responsibility for their statements. Pinning responsibility is not her job, she maintains.
Refusing to call a lie a lie, however, only enables the liars: everyone knows that. People have died for these lies. Why enable the killers? Why is she still employed? Why do I continue to subscribe to this NY Sunday Times drek?
Elisabeth Bumiller makes me retch.
Monday, November 08, 2004
Moments From Ola Na Iwi
The sound clip of the exploding car was always unsatisfactory: the echo of the boom was edited quite short, for some reason. Still, that clip was preferable to the night when a wrong button was pushed, and instead of an explosion, the sound of a strumming guitar filled the theater. Recovering from that required all of Maria's acting skills!
Giggling fits galore! As Gustav, near show's end, I endeavored to hand a smaller and smaller scrap of paper with Nanea's address every night to Mina, until the microscopic scrap became an object of comedy in its own right.
One night during rehearsal, I was wearing a felt flat-brim hat, under a shroud, beneath a donkey's-head mask. I couldn't see damned thing. Then I announced, "Here we are!" The absurdity of each word, individually and as a phrase, struck me as hysterical - I felt like Stevie Wonder headlining the Super Bowl halftime show - and from me, the giggles spread to the rest of the cast.
In amateur theater, you sometimes have to make do, and it can make for interesting theater. I'm sure the playwright Victoria Nalani Kneubuhl didn't consider casting the youngest female and the oldest male opposite each other as love interests in Act 2, Scene 2. The pained lugubrious pace added to a sense of morbid unreality. One night, near the end of the run, in order to make the pace more lively and impress the ladies, the oldest male decided to spring a kiss upon the unsuspecting youngest female (as her family watched from the audience): I can only imagine the look on her face!
Larry Lew made a great Reverend Dr. Pinchbottom! Rick Cook made a fine Jamison. Maria Ramirez made a great Kawehi! Eva Laurent made a great Pua. A wonderful job by everybody in the show!
Link to the lyrics of "Hawai'i Aloha".
The sound clip of the exploding car was always unsatisfactory: the echo of the boom was edited quite short, for some reason. Still, that clip was preferable to the night when a wrong button was pushed, and instead of an explosion, the sound of a strumming guitar filled the theater. Recovering from that required all of Maria's acting skills!
Giggling fits galore! As Gustav, near show's end, I endeavored to hand a smaller and smaller scrap of paper with Nanea's address every night to Mina, until the microscopic scrap became an object of comedy in its own right.
One night during rehearsal, I was wearing a felt flat-brim hat, under a shroud, beneath a donkey's-head mask. I couldn't see damned thing. Then I announced, "Here we are!" The absurdity of each word, individually and as a phrase, struck me as hysterical - I felt like Stevie Wonder headlining the Super Bowl halftime show - and from me, the giggles spread to the rest of the cast.
In amateur theater, you sometimes have to make do, and it can make for interesting theater. I'm sure the playwright Victoria Nalani Kneubuhl didn't consider casting the youngest female and the oldest male opposite each other as love interests in Act 2, Scene 2. The pained lugubrious pace added to a sense of morbid unreality. One night, near the end of the run, in order to make the pace more lively and impress the ladies, the oldest male decided to spring a kiss upon the unsuspecting youngest female (as her family watched from the audience): I can only imagine the look on her face!
Larry Lew made a great Reverend Dr. Pinchbottom! Rick Cook made a fine Jamison. Maria Ramirez made a great Kawehi! Eva Laurent made a great Pua. A wonderful job by everybody in the show!
Link to the lyrics of "Hawai'i Aloha".
Old Eagle Graffiti
Backstage at the Eagle Theater in Old Sacramento, and in the back stairwell, musical theater actors have scrawled their signatures everywhere over the years. The signatures are fun to read, and many of them were made by acquaintances and friends (e.g. Dena Lozano, Kathleen Reilley, Kris David, Kathy Davi, Pheonix Vaughn, Jason Stevens, Mara Davi, Andrea Thorpe, J. Scott Browning, Amber Jean Moore, etc.) The signatures seem to date from 1992 forwards, with many from 1999-2000: Runaway Stage's last season there. Since the Theater is already under the administration of the California Railway Museum, there is a reasonable chance the graffiti will become a relic of our time.
Most graffiti give names and dates of various shows. Some give a little more information:
"Dignity, Always Dignity," (director John Lee)
"Dance Belts, Always Dance Belts," (Pedro the Sparrow).
Dena-stank-la-wena was here and there and everywhere.
Esteban acted here 6/90 (Not according to the reviews)
Thomas, get your hands off my butt: "Mrs. Greer"
Don't you wish you were me?
Do us a favor, pass out after Act II.
Do I really look like a Peter?
No Minderellas Any Time.
More cleavage?
Look at what we're in jail for, little girls!
I was here - that's all you need to know.
"Little plasticy swords!!"
Excuse me, is your filthy rotten cow taken?
Put some stank on it!
(arrow pointing to a calcified wad of gum) What flavor is this?
Cows
Cows cows calm me
Black and white cows
on green pasture
green cows on a
Black and white pasture
Cows cows calm me
Bob Baxter in a dress. Who'd a thought? He's the bomb!
So many memories!
So many laughs!
So many gay men getting
all the girls!
(Plus there is now my own contribution, taking slight liberty with one of the signature lines from Ola Na Iwi:)
You island women give me hot Polynesian boils!
Ach du mein gott!
Backstage at the Eagle Theater in Old Sacramento, and in the back stairwell, musical theater actors have scrawled their signatures everywhere over the years. The signatures are fun to read, and many of them were made by acquaintances and friends (e.g. Dena Lozano, Kathleen Reilley, Kris David, Kathy Davi, Pheonix Vaughn, Jason Stevens, Mara Davi, Andrea Thorpe, J. Scott Browning, Amber Jean Moore, etc.) The signatures seem to date from 1992 forwards, with many from 1999-2000: Runaway Stage's last season there. Since the Theater is already under the administration of the California Railway Museum, there is a reasonable chance the graffiti will become a relic of our time.
Most graffiti give names and dates of various shows. Some give a little more information:
"Dignity, Always Dignity," (director John Lee)
"Dance Belts, Always Dance Belts," (Pedro the Sparrow).
Dena-stank-la-wena was here and there and everywhere.
Esteban acted here 6/90 (Not according to the reviews)
Thomas, get your hands off my butt: "Mrs. Greer"
Don't you wish you were me?
Do us a favor, pass out after Act II.
Do I really look like a Peter?
No Minderellas Any Time.
More cleavage?
Look at what we're in jail for, little girls!
I was here - that's all you need to know.
"Little plasticy swords!!"
Excuse me, is your filthy rotten cow taken?
Put some stank on it!
(arrow pointing to a calcified wad of gum) What flavor is this?
Cows
Cows cows calm me
Black and white cows
on green pasture
green cows on a
Black and white pasture
Cows cows calm me
Bob Baxter in a dress. Who'd a thought? He's the bomb!
So many memories!
So many laughs!
So many gay men getting
all the girls!
(Plus there is now my own contribution, taking slight liberty with one of the signature lines from Ola Na Iwi:)
You island women give me hot Polynesian boils!
Ach du mein gott!
It's A Goth Future
I'm still working on the topic Friend Walt posed several weeks ago, namely:
One cast member (age about 22) belongs to a loose collective of friends who DJ in the Bay Area, and she aspires to DJ as well. Her boyfriend DJs locally at a local pool hall/dance hall here in Sacramento. Her collective is fond of "Deep House", with its jazzy notes, horns and saxophones, and which they distinguish from "Vocal House", and several other forms of House Music. She brought a CD so everyone could hear a sample. I love House Music, but the version of House Music found on that CD is exactly that type I find to be meandering and uninteresting. Nevertheless, I'm considering a trip to her club in the near future, to see if I judged her music prematurely.
The youngest member (age 18) of our cast was very interesting. She radiates ambiguity - she likes theater, but very unlike everybody else in the cast, she is shy, studious, intense, dressing in a manner of Skater Chic colliding with Suburban Goth: in her own 'dark thirty.' Her college major is 'undeclared.' She occasionally lacked transportation, and so I offered her lifts.
After she appeared at one rehearsal wearing a smart hoody with cat's eyes emblazoned on it, and with little cat's ears poking up, I suspected she might be interested in the same sort of House Music I favored, but what I thought was fanwear associated with English DJ 'Felix Da Housecat' was actually street gear offered by "Emily the Strange". On one long trip I offered to play anything she liked in my Bag o' CD's, and I wondered what she would choose (Jessica Simpson? Sheryl Crow? Coldplay?). After going through my collection, she ultimately gave up in frustration, and sat in silence.
Conversation turned to art, and I discovered she likes painting. She spent some time in France, finding a pleasant sidewalk space where she painted from dawn till dusk, at least until authorities chased her away (her French wasn't good enough at the time for her to understand why, but it could be lack of a work permit). She also spent time in Wales.
Her identity as a Goth eventually emerged, and her love of all things Celtic and European. She spoke a little of the travails of high school, and hearing people behind her whisper "Columbine" as she walked through the halls in her black trench coat. She went through a phase where she wore only black (with the occasional splash of red), but eventually gave that up as being too limiting. She was home-schooled her last year of high school. The home-school parents cobbled together a graduation ceremony, and she talked about how strange that was: unlike the experience of most Americans, it wasn't until graduation that she met her fellow students for the first time.
Sunday night at "The Rage", a local club geared to the 21-and-under set, is Goth night, and she goes for the dancing, despite the fact that Sacramento teens are sometimes under-educated about what being a Goth is all about, and the Goth scene here has declined over the last few years (unlike the Goth scene in Paris). She has a Goth DJ friend in San Francisco who sends her the latest Goth tunes. She loves the beautiful Goth ballads, the lovely Goth Romantic songs, the German Goth bands, and most of all, the dancing. I found it interesting that she, as a female, connects romantic songs with male singers, whereas I, as a male, connect romantic songs with female singers. Go figure!
Extended dancing can lead to a trance-like state of religious ecstasy. The Sufis, for example, live to reach that state. I find that state (I call it a 'bacchanalian frenzy') is rather hard to reach, but probably it's easier to reach with practice. She gets the practice. Extended sessions, from 10 p.m. to 4 a.m., with no food, no rest, and almost no fluids.
I wondered whether a song I favored would meet with her approval: "Beautiful Things" by Andain (Gabriel and Dresden mix). I figured, well, the artist name is vaguely Celtic, the mix is vaguely German, and it's Industrial House music, which she had once mentioned as something she also liked. She listened to it, and commented that even if a few breaks at the beginning of the song were too "happy" for her taste, it could probably be slipped into an extended session of Goth Dance music without stirring displeasure. So, despite our different tastes and ages, we had a point of commonality.
So the word from Sacramento is that the future of rock music is very, very dark, and that's a very, very good thing.
I'm still working on the topic Friend Walt posed several weeks ago, namely:
So I'm thinking that rock is moribund. I don't mean that it is "creatively exhausted", or that today's rock is "low quality"; I merely mean that it is no longer very popular. Perhaps rock is yesterday's news. I asked several teenagers about it, none of whom were particularly eager to talk to me, and I got mixed results. Some said rock was ancient history, some said it was very much a going concern.So, what IS popular? The hard part is figuring out exactly what teens think. I can confirm that teens are reluctant to discuss music with their middle-aged elders, probably because discussing the subject is too revealing of their inner lives. I tried to get Josh here at work, who is in his 30's, to comment on my web log posting on this subject, but despite my persistent wheedling, or maybe because of it, he declined to comment. Nevertheless, we just finished a play and most of the cast members were fairly young, and it was possible to ask them, in relaxed settings, what they liked.
One cast member (age about 22) belongs to a loose collective of friends who DJ in the Bay Area, and she aspires to DJ as well. Her boyfriend DJs locally at a local pool hall/dance hall here in Sacramento. Her collective is fond of "Deep House", with its jazzy notes, horns and saxophones, and which they distinguish from "Vocal House", and several other forms of House Music. She brought a CD so everyone could hear a sample. I love House Music, but the version of House Music found on that CD is exactly that type I find to be meandering and uninteresting. Nevertheless, I'm considering a trip to her club in the near future, to see if I judged her music prematurely.
The youngest member (age 18) of our cast was very interesting. She radiates ambiguity - she likes theater, but very unlike everybody else in the cast, she is shy, studious, intense, dressing in a manner of Skater Chic colliding with Suburban Goth: in her own 'dark thirty.' Her college major is 'undeclared.' She occasionally lacked transportation, and so I offered her lifts.
After she appeared at one rehearsal wearing a smart hoody with cat's eyes emblazoned on it, and with little cat's ears poking up, I suspected she might be interested in the same sort of House Music I favored, but what I thought was fanwear associated with English DJ 'Felix Da Housecat' was actually street gear offered by "Emily the Strange". On one long trip I offered to play anything she liked in my Bag o' CD's, and I wondered what she would choose (Jessica Simpson? Sheryl Crow? Coldplay?). After going through my collection, she ultimately gave up in frustration, and sat in silence.
Conversation turned to art, and I discovered she likes painting. She spent some time in France, finding a pleasant sidewalk space where she painted from dawn till dusk, at least until authorities chased her away (her French wasn't good enough at the time for her to understand why, but it could be lack of a work permit). She also spent time in Wales.
Her identity as a Goth eventually emerged, and her love of all things Celtic and European. She spoke a little of the travails of high school, and hearing people behind her whisper "Columbine" as she walked through the halls in her black trench coat. She went through a phase where she wore only black (with the occasional splash of red), but eventually gave that up as being too limiting. She was home-schooled her last year of high school. The home-school parents cobbled together a graduation ceremony, and she talked about how strange that was: unlike the experience of most Americans, it wasn't until graduation that she met her fellow students for the first time.
Sunday night at "The Rage", a local club geared to the 21-and-under set, is Goth night, and she goes for the dancing, despite the fact that Sacramento teens are sometimes under-educated about what being a Goth is all about, and the Goth scene here has declined over the last few years (unlike the Goth scene in Paris). She has a Goth DJ friend in San Francisco who sends her the latest Goth tunes. She loves the beautiful Goth ballads, the lovely Goth Romantic songs, the German Goth bands, and most of all, the dancing. I found it interesting that she, as a female, connects romantic songs with male singers, whereas I, as a male, connect romantic songs with female singers. Go figure!
Extended dancing can lead to a trance-like state of religious ecstasy. The Sufis, for example, live to reach that state. I find that state (I call it a 'bacchanalian frenzy') is rather hard to reach, but probably it's easier to reach with practice. She gets the practice. Extended sessions, from 10 p.m. to 4 a.m., with no food, no rest, and almost no fluids.
I wondered whether a song I favored would meet with her approval: "Beautiful Things" by Andain (Gabriel and Dresden mix). I figured, well, the artist name is vaguely Celtic, the mix is vaguely German, and it's Industrial House music, which she had once mentioned as something she also liked. She listened to it, and commented that even if a few breaks at the beginning of the song were too "happy" for her taste, it could probably be slipped into an extended session of Goth Dance music without stirring displeasure. So, despite our different tastes and ages, we had a point of commonality.
So the word from Sacramento is that the future of rock music is very, very dark, and that's a very, very good thing.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
My Stand Against Rockism
The New York Times' Kelefa Sanneh had an interesting article regarding a certain attitude often found in the criticism of rock music. Starting with the verdict on Ashlee Simpson's recent poor SNL performance:
As a fond fan of disco and related pop epiphenomena, all I can say is: Down With Rockism!
The New York Times' Kelefa Sanneh had an interesting article regarding a certain attitude often found in the criticism of rock music. Starting with the verdict on Ashlee Simpson's recent poor SNL performance:
Music critics have a word for this kind of verdict, this knee-jerk backlash against producer-powered idols who didn't spend years touring dive bars. Not a very elegant word, but a useful one. The word is rockism, and among the small but extraordinarily pesky group of people who obsess over this stuff, rockism is a word meant to start fights. The rockism debate began in earnest in the early 1980's, but over the past few years it has heated up, and today, in certain impassioned circles, there is simply nothing worse than a rockist.
A rockist isn't just someone who loves rock 'n' roll, who goes on and on about Bruce Springsteen, who champions ragged-voiced singer-songwriters no one has ever heard of. A rockist is someone who reduces rock 'n' roll to a caricature, then uses that caricature as a weapon. Rockism means idolizing the authentic old legend (or underground hero) while mocking the latest pop star; lionizing punk while barely tolerating disco; loving the live show and hating the music video; extolling the growling performer while hating the lip-syncher.
Over the past decades, these tendencies have congealed into an ugly sort of common sense. Rock bands record classic albums, while pop stars create "guilty pleasure" singles. It's supposed to be self-evident: U2's entire oeuvre deserves respectful consideration, while a spookily seductive song by an R&B singer named Tweet can only be, in the smug words of a recent VH1 special, "awesomely bad."
Like rock 'n' roll itself, rockism is full of contradictions: it could mean loving the Strokes (a scruffy guitar band!) or hating them (image-conscious poseurs!) or ignoring them entirely (since everyone knows that music isn't as good as it used to be). But it almost certainly means disdaining not just Ms. Simpson but also Christina Aguilera and Usher and most of the rest of them, grousing about a pop landscape dominated by big-budget spectacles and high-concept photo shoots, reminiscing about a time when the charts were packed with people who had something to say, and meant it, even if that time never actually existed. If this sounds like you, then take a long look in the mirror: you might be a rockist.
Countless critics assail pop stars for not being rock 'n' roll enough, without stopping to wonder why that should be everybody's goal. Or they reward them is proportionately for making rock 'n' roll gestures. Writing in The Chicago Sun-Times this summer, Jim DeRogatis grudgingly praised Ms. Lavigne as "a teen-pop phenom that discerning adult rock fans can actually admire without feeling (too) guilty," partly because Ms. Lavigne "plays a passable rhythm guitar" and "has a hand in writing" her songs.
Rockism isn't unrelated to older, more familiar prejudices - that's part of why it's so powerful, and so worth arguing about. The pop star, the disco diva, the lip-syncher, the "awesomely bad" hit maker: could it really be a coincidence that rockist complaints often pit straight white men against the rest of the world? Like the anti-disco backlash of 25 years ago, the current rockist consensus seems to reflect not just an idea of how music should be made but also an idea about who should be making it. (more)
As a fond fan of disco and related pop epiphenomena, all I can say is: Down With Rockism!
More Pontification
Another friend writes:
Now that the election is over, I feel moved to pontificate on several subjects.
WAR ON TERROR
I now believe that Bush has been successful in destroying Al Qaeda's ability to strike the US. I could not have said this two weeks ago, but I say it now. Perhaps Al Qaeda will recover in the future, but so far, Bush has done his job very well.
I say it because politics is personal, and in my judgment, Bin Laden would have given anything to hit Bush back after Bush humiliated him before the eyes of the world. OBL and the Taliban obviously did not expect us to invade Afghanistan - and perhaps we wouldn't have invaded if a different man had been president at the time. We ran him out, and he probably soiled his pants in front of his followers at some point during that process. We killed many, many of his associates, and even some of his family. We humiliated his hosts, and killed many of them, including some of their leader's family. I think that Bin Laden feels it to be a matter of personal honor to strike not only the US in general, but also George W. Bush in particular. He knew all along that Bush would face an election on November 2, 2004, and he knew also that Bush might lose that election. This set him a deadline: if he wanted to be sure to humiliate Bush as Bush humiliated him, OBL would have to strike the US no later than election day 2004. Ever since I realized this, back in 2002, I've been steeling myself for a terrorist attack in the summer or fall of this year - like the attack on Spain.
Despite the Patriot Act, it is still easy for anyone to get into the US. Shit, it's hard to fail in a serious attempt to sneak across either border. I've crossed both borders extra-legally myself! I've been expecting a team to come into the US, and bide their time, and set up a strike. When Osama's video came out last week, I thought, uh oh, here it comes! But it didn't come. In my opinion, Osama Bin Laden wanted to hit us on or before November 2, more than anything else in the world, and he didn't do it. Therefore he cannot do it.
Of course this does not mean that the war on terror is over, or even that Osama is finished for good. But it does mean that Bush's approach to the war is effective. I'm glad that he is still in charge.
WHAT TIPPED THE ELECTION?
The consensus of our wise media pundits seems to be that "moral values" made the difference. That's a bunch of poop. Talking about which issue decided a close election is like determining which basketball player made the deciding basket in a game that was won by one point. The correct answer is: everyone made the deciding basket. It's just as reasonable to claim that the deciding issue was the improving economy, or Mrs. Kerry's behavior, or Bush's appointment of a black as Secretary of State, or Bill Clinton's endorsement of Kerry, or Bush's handling of the war, or the Swift Boat vets, or the windsurfing photo, or even CBS. Each of these changed somebody's mind.
HE COULD HAVE BEEN A CONTENDER...
...for my vote! As I discussed in my memo last March, I was willing to consider voting for a Democrat this year, for the first time since 1980. The reason was that the challenge posed by Islamic terrorism to the US threatens constituents of both parties, and therefore the traditional political orientations of our parties do not necessarily apply to this problem. So I was listening for good ideas from any source. I gave the Democratic candidates a pass during the primaries, because I knew that they each had to satisfy the left wing at that juncture. But after Kerry won the primaries, it was time to speak to the entire nation, and I listened for a plan to deal with terrorism.
What I heard was criticism of Bush's handling of the war to date, much of it legitimate. No problem there; during an election, of course the challenger is going to criticize the incumbent's record. But that's not enough to get my vote. Just because the incumbent can be legitimately criticized does not mean he is doing a bad job. George Washington's handling of the Revolutionary War can be criticized - but he won the war. Lincoln's, Grant's and Sherman's handling of the Civil War can be criticized - but they won the war. Roosevelt's and Eisenhower's approach to WWII can be criticized - but they too won the war.
I was listening for a plan for prosecuting the war against terror in 2005 and 2006, not a plan for running it in 2002 and 2003. Kerry didn't seem to offer much. Even during his key Iraq speech in the summer, when he outlined four policy proposals for Iraq, to me they sounded a lot like what Bush was already doing! So finally I concluded that Kerry and his advisors did not view terrorism as seriously as I do, and he did not get my vote.
PRESIDENTIAL DEBATES
There was a time when I was proud of how our election system included presidential debates. I felt it was the fairest test of men: let them, face to face, and without the help of advisors, defend and compare their ideas before the nation. Now I feel the opposite: the debates are frivolous gewgaws with little or no serious meaning. Think of the debates of our time, and what is remembered about them:
1980: "There you go again, Mr. President"
1984: "I will not exploit, for political gain, my opponent's youth and inexperience"
1988: "I knew Jack Kennedy. Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Believe me son, you're no Jack Kennedy"
2000: Gore's heavy sighs
2004: Bush's grimaces
Do we remember any of these debates for their substance? Is the candidate with a clever turn of phrase the better man? Is the candidate who grimaces or sighs during a debate unfit for office? Why do we pay attention to this shit? Because the Media, in their wise stewardship of American political discourse, believe this stuff is more important than the actual content of the speeches and rebuttals. So when they "analyze" a debate, that's all they talk about - even on Fox.
Actually, it's not all the media's fault. The very idea of a ritualized debate is inherently counterproductive, because it focuses attention on debating skills, rather than policy proposals. If we were electing the captain of a debating team, or if we were looking to hire a lawyer, it would be appropriate to judge a guy based on his skill at debating. However, the office of President of the United States requires different kinds of skills; ability in a formal debate is irrelevant.
I believe that acid rain is responsible for stressing and even killing trees in soils with low buffering capacity. I'm extensively trained in geochemistry, and I'm familiar with research literature that documents the point. I watched a political debate where this issue was discussed. The candidate who was against acid rain got nervous at one point, and stammered a bit. He was somewhat unprepared, and did not conclusively demonstrate that acid rain kills trees. After the debate, a panel of very intelligent and articulate commentators - with national reputations - pointed out repeatedly that the candidate who was OK with acid rain was a more polished speaker. The panel didn't actually talk much about acid rain. After that, even though I still believe that acid rain is bad, and even though I want SO2 and NOx out of the atmosphere, I voted for the candidate who will oppose clean air legislation, because he did a better job in the debate. I did the right thing, didn't I?
My opinion today is that debates are counterproductive, and do more harm than good, especially when interpreted by the media.
BLACKS IN GOVERNMENT
Blacks achieved an important milestone in 2001, which has not really been adequately celebrated. The participation of blacks in government has been rising steadily since they first began to be taken seriously in the 1960s. First it was small stuff, like mayors and minor cabinet posts. Then ambassadorships, a post on the Supreme Court, congress, and a governorship. In 2001, a black reached the group of the five or so most powerful men in the nation. Along with the Secretary of Defense, a President's most important advisor is the Secretary of State. This position is certainly more powerful than the Vice Presidency; the Secretary of State is sometimes the most powerful person in the nation, after the President himself. Bush was the first President of either party to appoint a black to that position.
I am not claiming any special virtue for Bush, or even for the Republican Party. Both parties are fully engaged in civil rights, and have been since 1970. However, the degree of influence wielded by Powell and Condoleeza Rice shows that blacks have reached an unprecedented level of power in our nation - and in the world-and, for the first time in history, contribute to the most important decisions that a Superpower can make. You'd think this would be a cause for celebration. But, of course, the silence is deafening.
LESSONS LEARNED / LESSONS NOT LEARNED
Each party must persuade 51% of the voters to endorse its ideas, or it will lose. When a party does fail, members must examine their behavior, and determine where they went wrong, so they can win the next time. Occasionally what went wrong is beyond the party's control, but most of the time the party's loss is due either to the candidate not being up to the job, or to the party's viewpoint not being shared by a majority of the electorate.
So this month, Democrats are having a turn at this difficult self-examination, and they are talking about it in the media. Watch closely, and you can tell which analysts understand what happened, and which ones don't. If an analyst says "We have to reach out to so-and-so" ("We have to change our viewpoint") or "We have to get a better candidate", they may be seeing things as they really are. If they say "We have to do a better job getting our message out", they do not know why their party lost, and they are setting up for another loss next time.
My response:
Time to pontificate! My replies:
WAR ON TERROR
It's been clear for some time that Al Qaeda has been crippled by the attacks on Afghanistan. What is unclear is how quickly Al Qaeda will recover. Since bin Laden and Al Qaeda have a safe haven in Waziristan, the plans of the top leadership can continue. Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of Iraqis now have operational experience killing Americans, and might serve as a good pool from which to draw new Al Qaeda recruits (e.g., Zarqawi). The current half-year lull in activity may not last that much longer.
It's not clear how personally invested bin Laden is in attacking Bush, mano-a-mano. I agree with people like Fouad Ajami that bin Laden is very much attracted to the limelight. He loves the media. He mocks Bush, probably wishing to provoke Bush, but does he hate Bush in the manner of a vendetta, the way Saddam hated Bush 41? Don't know. The jihad tradition of Pakistan, Afghanistan, and the NW Frontier of India stresses martial values, and a willingness to die at any time for the holy cause - they don't stress vendettas. Al Qaeda tends to take the long view: in their first video after 9/11, their main complaint was the Catholic domination of Spain, an issue that I thought settled 500 years ago. I didn't think Al Qaeda saw the election as a deadline, but rather as an advertising opportunity. They aren't on the clock, and they can bide their time.
WHAT TIPPED THE ELECTION?
Myself, I thought it was 9/11 concerns. Kerry deliberately remained vague on the matter, in part in order to remain as small a target as possible, and in part to retain flexibility once he entered office. But he lost an opportunity there, no doubt, to explain his plans. I'm sure he had plans - he wrote a pre 9/11 book on the challenge of terrorism. But he didn't quote from it during the campaign, so his plans remained vague to the voters.
What will be interesting to see is how sweeping the Bush Administration interprets its mandate. Their instinct will be to push it to the maximum - the American system encourages it (LBJ said if you get 50% plus one, you've got to press for everything, because you may never get another opportunity). But with the country so divided already, his plans will stir up a political torrent.
PRESIDENTIAL DEBATES
I think they still have a great value. It isn't so much their canned presentations that reveal so much, as the unintended asides.
In Debate Three, George Bush said some very revealing things. He was trying to segue quickly past a question regarding jobs, to the subject of education:
Q: Mr. President, what do you say to someone in this country who has lost his job to someone overseas who's being paid a fraction of what that job paid here in the United States? BUSH: I'd say, Bob, I've got policies to continue to grow our economy and create the jobs of the 21st century. And here's some help for you to go get an education. Here's some help for you to go to a community college.
Remember that outsourcing hits particularly hard young-to-middle-aged technical workers who completed their educations not that long ago. These are the folks that just got out of community college! They lose their jobs because eager foreigners are available to do the work for a fraction of the wages. Getting reeducated won't help if new jobs are unavailable, because long-term job investments featuring R&D have been neglected. Recommending education as a panacea borders on insult, and segueing to elementary education doesn't address the question.Very revealing segue! It showed Bush's cluelessness about outsourcing. And it wouldn't have happened without a debate!
LESSONS LEARNED / LESSONS NOT LEARNED
"Each party must persuade 51% of the voters to endorse its ideas, or it will lose. When a party does fail, members must examine their behavior, and determine where they went wrong, so they can win the next time. Occasionally what went wrong is beyond the party's control, but most of the time the party's loss is due either to the candidate not being up to the job, or to the party's viewpoint not being shared by a majority of the electorate."
In this election, I think the electorate was not prepared to change course, whether or not good arguments to change course were made or not. In other words, it was beyond the Democratic Party's control, and no amount of Democratic behavioral self-control would have changed things. 9/11 traumatized the electorate, and people decided the messy Iraqi imbroglio is best addressed by the people who created it. There is a certain risk there, of course, but if things turn out badly, there is no doubt where the blame will lie (and it won't be with Bill Clinton, or marrying gays, or moral weakness, Osama bin Laden or the North Koreans!)
I know I was happy with the Kerry the candidate, head and shoulders above the others available, and far better than the opposition. I'm all in favor of the Democratic Party reaching out, but there has to be a willingness to listen on the electorate's side as well, and there is no reason why core values should be compromised.
It's interesting comparing the 2000/2004 electoral maps with the 1896/1900 electoral maps. Over the 20th Century, the red and blue states swapped sides, as the various parties, through numerous campaigns, reached out and co-opted the other side's voters. That process begins anew!
Another friend writes:
Now that the election is over, I feel moved to pontificate on several subjects.
WAR ON TERROR
I now believe that Bush has been successful in destroying Al Qaeda's ability to strike the US. I could not have said this two weeks ago, but I say it now. Perhaps Al Qaeda will recover in the future, but so far, Bush has done his job very well.
I say it because politics is personal, and in my judgment, Bin Laden would have given anything to hit Bush back after Bush humiliated him before the eyes of the world. OBL and the Taliban obviously did not expect us to invade Afghanistan - and perhaps we wouldn't have invaded if a different man had been president at the time. We ran him out, and he probably soiled his pants in front of his followers at some point during that process. We killed many, many of his associates, and even some of his family. We humiliated his hosts, and killed many of them, including some of their leader's family. I think that Bin Laden feels it to be a matter of personal honor to strike not only the US in general, but also George W. Bush in particular. He knew all along that Bush would face an election on November 2, 2004, and he knew also that Bush might lose that election. This set him a deadline: if he wanted to be sure to humiliate Bush as Bush humiliated him, OBL would have to strike the US no later than election day 2004. Ever since I realized this, back in 2002, I've been steeling myself for a terrorist attack in the summer or fall of this year - like the attack on Spain.
Despite the Patriot Act, it is still easy for anyone to get into the US. Shit, it's hard to fail in a serious attempt to sneak across either border. I've crossed both borders extra-legally myself! I've been expecting a team to come into the US, and bide their time, and set up a strike. When Osama's video came out last week, I thought, uh oh, here it comes! But it didn't come. In my opinion, Osama Bin Laden wanted to hit us on or before November 2, more than anything else in the world, and he didn't do it. Therefore he cannot do it.
Of course this does not mean that the war on terror is over, or even that Osama is finished for good. But it does mean that Bush's approach to the war is effective. I'm glad that he is still in charge.
WHAT TIPPED THE ELECTION?
The consensus of our wise media pundits seems to be that "moral values" made the difference. That's a bunch of poop. Talking about which issue decided a close election is like determining which basketball player made the deciding basket in a game that was won by one point. The correct answer is: everyone made the deciding basket. It's just as reasonable to claim that the deciding issue was the improving economy, or Mrs. Kerry's behavior, or Bush's appointment of a black as Secretary of State, or Bill Clinton's endorsement of Kerry, or Bush's handling of the war, or the Swift Boat vets, or the windsurfing photo, or even CBS. Each of these changed somebody's mind.
HE COULD HAVE BEEN A CONTENDER...
...for my vote! As I discussed in my memo last March, I was willing to consider voting for a Democrat this year, for the first time since 1980. The reason was that the challenge posed by Islamic terrorism to the US threatens constituents of both parties, and therefore the traditional political orientations of our parties do not necessarily apply to this problem. So I was listening for good ideas from any source. I gave the Democratic candidates a pass during the primaries, because I knew that they each had to satisfy the left wing at that juncture. But after Kerry won the primaries, it was time to speak to the entire nation, and I listened for a plan to deal with terrorism.
What I heard was criticism of Bush's handling of the war to date, much of it legitimate. No problem there; during an election, of course the challenger is going to criticize the incumbent's record. But that's not enough to get my vote. Just because the incumbent can be legitimately criticized does not mean he is doing a bad job. George Washington's handling of the Revolutionary War can be criticized - but he won the war. Lincoln's, Grant's and Sherman's handling of the Civil War can be criticized - but they won the war. Roosevelt's and Eisenhower's approach to WWII can be criticized - but they too won the war.
I was listening for a plan for prosecuting the war against terror in 2005 and 2006, not a plan for running it in 2002 and 2003. Kerry didn't seem to offer much. Even during his key Iraq speech in the summer, when he outlined four policy proposals for Iraq, to me they sounded a lot like what Bush was already doing! So finally I concluded that Kerry and his advisors did not view terrorism as seriously as I do, and he did not get my vote.
PRESIDENTIAL DEBATES
There was a time when I was proud of how our election system included presidential debates. I felt it was the fairest test of men: let them, face to face, and without the help of advisors, defend and compare their ideas before the nation. Now I feel the opposite: the debates are frivolous gewgaws with little or no serious meaning. Think of the debates of our time, and what is remembered about them:
1980: "There you go again, Mr. President"
1984: "I will not exploit, for political gain, my opponent's youth and inexperience"
1988: "I knew Jack Kennedy. Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Believe me son, you're no Jack Kennedy"
2000: Gore's heavy sighs
2004: Bush's grimaces
Do we remember any of these debates for their substance? Is the candidate with a clever turn of phrase the better man? Is the candidate who grimaces or sighs during a debate unfit for office? Why do we pay attention to this shit? Because the Media, in their wise stewardship of American political discourse, believe this stuff is more important than the actual content of the speeches and rebuttals. So when they "analyze" a debate, that's all they talk about - even on Fox.
Actually, it's not all the media's fault. The very idea of a ritualized debate is inherently counterproductive, because it focuses attention on debating skills, rather than policy proposals. If we were electing the captain of a debating team, or if we were looking to hire a lawyer, it would be appropriate to judge a guy based on his skill at debating. However, the office of President of the United States requires different kinds of skills; ability in a formal debate is irrelevant.
I believe that acid rain is responsible for stressing and even killing trees in soils with low buffering capacity. I'm extensively trained in geochemistry, and I'm familiar with research literature that documents the point. I watched a political debate where this issue was discussed. The candidate who was against acid rain got nervous at one point, and stammered a bit. He was somewhat unprepared, and did not conclusively demonstrate that acid rain kills trees. After the debate, a panel of very intelligent and articulate commentators - with national reputations - pointed out repeatedly that the candidate who was OK with acid rain was a more polished speaker. The panel didn't actually talk much about acid rain. After that, even though I still believe that acid rain is bad, and even though I want SO2 and NOx out of the atmosphere, I voted for the candidate who will oppose clean air legislation, because he did a better job in the debate. I did the right thing, didn't I?
My opinion today is that debates are counterproductive, and do more harm than good, especially when interpreted by the media.
BLACKS IN GOVERNMENT
Blacks achieved an important milestone in 2001, which has not really been adequately celebrated. The participation of blacks in government has been rising steadily since they first began to be taken seriously in the 1960s. First it was small stuff, like mayors and minor cabinet posts. Then ambassadorships, a post on the Supreme Court, congress, and a governorship. In 2001, a black reached the group of the five or so most powerful men in the nation. Along with the Secretary of Defense, a President's most important advisor is the Secretary of State. This position is certainly more powerful than the Vice Presidency; the Secretary of State is sometimes the most powerful person in the nation, after the President himself. Bush was the first President of either party to appoint a black to that position.
I am not claiming any special virtue for Bush, or even for the Republican Party. Both parties are fully engaged in civil rights, and have been since 1970. However, the degree of influence wielded by Powell and Condoleeza Rice shows that blacks have reached an unprecedented level of power in our nation - and in the world-and, for the first time in history, contribute to the most important decisions that a Superpower can make. You'd think this would be a cause for celebration. But, of course, the silence is deafening.
LESSONS LEARNED / LESSONS NOT LEARNED
Each party must persuade 51% of the voters to endorse its ideas, or it will lose. When a party does fail, members must examine their behavior, and determine where they went wrong, so they can win the next time. Occasionally what went wrong is beyond the party's control, but most of the time the party's loss is due either to the candidate not being up to the job, or to the party's viewpoint not being shared by a majority of the electorate.
So this month, Democrats are having a turn at this difficult self-examination, and they are talking about it in the media. Watch closely, and you can tell which analysts understand what happened, and which ones don't. If an analyst says "We have to reach out to so-and-so" ("We have to change our viewpoint") or "We have to get a better candidate", they may be seeing things as they really are. If they say "We have to do a better job getting our message out", they do not know why their party lost, and they are setting up for another loss next time.
My response:
Time to pontificate! My replies:
WAR ON TERROR
It's been clear for some time that Al Qaeda has been crippled by the attacks on Afghanistan. What is unclear is how quickly Al Qaeda will recover. Since bin Laden and Al Qaeda have a safe haven in Waziristan, the plans of the top leadership can continue. Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of Iraqis now have operational experience killing Americans, and might serve as a good pool from which to draw new Al Qaeda recruits (e.g., Zarqawi). The current half-year lull in activity may not last that much longer.
It's not clear how personally invested bin Laden is in attacking Bush, mano-a-mano. I agree with people like Fouad Ajami that bin Laden is very much attracted to the limelight. He loves the media. He mocks Bush, probably wishing to provoke Bush, but does he hate Bush in the manner of a vendetta, the way Saddam hated Bush 41? Don't know. The jihad tradition of Pakistan, Afghanistan, and the NW Frontier of India stresses martial values, and a willingness to die at any time for the holy cause - they don't stress vendettas. Al Qaeda tends to take the long view: in their first video after 9/11, their main complaint was the Catholic domination of Spain, an issue that I thought settled 500 years ago. I didn't think Al Qaeda saw the election as a deadline, but rather as an advertising opportunity. They aren't on the clock, and they can bide their time.
WHAT TIPPED THE ELECTION?
Myself, I thought it was 9/11 concerns. Kerry deliberately remained vague on the matter, in part in order to remain as small a target as possible, and in part to retain flexibility once he entered office. But he lost an opportunity there, no doubt, to explain his plans. I'm sure he had plans - he wrote a pre 9/11 book on the challenge of terrorism. But he didn't quote from it during the campaign, so his plans remained vague to the voters.
What will be interesting to see is how sweeping the Bush Administration interprets its mandate. Their instinct will be to push it to the maximum - the American system encourages it (LBJ said if you get 50% plus one, you've got to press for everything, because you may never get another opportunity). But with the country so divided already, his plans will stir up a political torrent.
PRESIDENTIAL DEBATES
I think they still have a great value. It isn't so much their canned presentations that reveal so much, as the unintended asides.
In Debate Three, George Bush said some very revealing things. He was trying to segue quickly past a question regarding jobs, to the subject of education:
Q: Mr. President, what do you say to someone in this country who has lost his job to someone overseas who's being paid a fraction of what that job paid here in the United States? BUSH: I'd say, Bob, I've got policies to continue to grow our economy and create the jobs of the 21st century. And here's some help for you to go get an education. Here's some help for you to go to a community college.
Remember that outsourcing hits particularly hard young-to-middle-aged technical workers who completed their educations not that long ago. These are the folks that just got out of community college! They lose their jobs because eager foreigners are available to do the work for a fraction of the wages. Getting reeducated won't help if new jobs are unavailable, because long-term job investments featuring R&D have been neglected. Recommending education as a panacea borders on insult, and segueing to elementary education doesn't address the question.Very revealing segue! It showed Bush's cluelessness about outsourcing. And it wouldn't have happened without a debate!
LESSONS LEARNED / LESSONS NOT LEARNED
"Each party must persuade 51% of the voters to endorse its ideas, or it will lose. When a party does fail, members must examine their behavior, and determine where they went wrong, so they can win the next time. Occasionally what went wrong is beyond the party's control, but most of the time the party's loss is due either to the candidate not being up to the job, or to the party's viewpoint not being shared by a majority of the electorate."
In this election, I think the electorate was not prepared to change course, whether or not good arguments to change course were made or not. In other words, it was beyond the Democratic Party's control, and no amount of Democratic behavioral self-control would have changed things. 9/11 traumatized the electorate, and people decided the messy Iraqi imbroglio is best addressed by the people who created it. There is a certain risk there, of course, but if things turn out badly, there is no doubt where the blame will lie (and it won't be with Bill Clinton, or marrying gays, or moral weakness, Osama bin Laden or the North Koreans!)
I know I was happy with the Kerry the candidate, head and shoulders above the others available, and far better than the opposition. I'm all in favor of the Democratic Party reaching out, but there has to be a willingness to listen on the electorate's side as well, and there is no reason why core values should be compromised.
It's interesting comparing the 2000/2004 electoral maps with the 1896/1900 electoral maps. Over the 20th Century, the red and blue states swapped sides, as the various parties, through numerous campaigns, reached out and co-opted the other side's voters. That process begins anew!
Friday, November 05, 2004
Jesusland Nostalgia
Here's a map that came via E-Mail from Noel.
Growing up in New Mexico, I was always at the perilous boundary of Jesusland. Our neighbors were fundamentalists, originating from somewhere in Louisiana and Winslow, Arizona. In the semi-rural suburban countryside outside Albuquerque, where distances were large, and therefore contacts were few, our biggest influences outside the family (and TV) came directly from them. I hazily remember Summer Bible school, which, oddly enough, featured little or no Bible study, but rather inexplicable projects featuring grape clusters we assembled from Elmer's glue, popsicle sticks, and purple marbles.
The woman who lived next door often sang full-voiced hymns at lunchtime, accompanied by her organ and Randy, her howling dachsund, while her goats managed to escape from their pens, and wandered unhindered over to our house.
There were a lot of loose animals in the 1960's. Indeed, one late-summer afternoon when I was six years old, a bull wandered from another neighbor's field through some open French doors into our living room, in order to escape the sun. I had heard on the school bus that bulls would charge if you made faces at them, so I unsuccessfully tried to provoke the bull until, tiring of the sport, I finally alerted my mother to the intruder, and she chased the hot beast out with a broom.
As kids, we used hoes to create roadways in the dirt, lay out city plats over the abandoned alfalfa fields, and built small cabins from discarded lumber and bricks, which we furnished with cast away rugs, old appliances, children's books, and, of course, the mandatory chimney. We made maps, struck currencies, and gave names to our various holdings. I called my domain "Great Britain." A portion of the empty field next door I dubbed "Holt", posthumously honoring Australia's Prime Minister, who was devoured by a shark in 1966.
When we weren't cooking toast over small campfires in the willow brush behind our houses, in the long narrow strip of land we dubbed "The Desert," we were cooking toast in our cabins. As I recall, there were a lot of unexplained fires in the old days.
Even though my father spoke Spanish and I have a Spanish last name, I identified more with my Anglo neighbors. We had immense dirt clod wars at the bus stop with the Spanish-speaking kids from up the road. The clods would burst with impressive dirt shrapnel sprays. It was great! The wars between Great Britain and Spain lasted until my sister, who had just entered the 2nd-grade, was clipped on the chin by a Spanish clod, and our parents finally intervened. After that, it was just low-grade guerrilla war.
In September, 1968, we were all hanging out at the Goat Pen. By this time, all the goats had disappeared, the place was in disrepair, and had become a neighborhood hangout instead. We would display our rock collections in the empty stalls, and buy and sell sea shells and quartz using our inflated currencies. For entertainment, we would clamber onto the roof, put small kids into large cardboard barrels (voluntarily of course - we were daredevils), and roll them off the top, just to see whether the rolling action mitigated the sickening impact to any extent.
The neighbor kids, who had been Wallace enthusiasts, suddenly endorsed Nixon for the presidency. I expressed surprise, and they said they had come to the conclusion that Wallace couldn't succeed, so they were going for the Republican Nixon instead. They said some disparaging things about Hubert Humphrey (or maybe it was vice versa) and the Great Goat Pen Debate of 1968 ensued. Harsh were words were said, and that was the last time I ever considered voting for a Republican for President.
Here's a map that came via E-Mail from Noel.
Growing up in New Mexico, I was always at the perilous boundary of Jesusland. Our neighbors were fundamentalists, originating from somewhere in Louisiana and Winslow, Arizona. In the semi-rural suburban countryside outside Albuquerque, where distances were large, and therefore contacts were few, our biggest influences outside the family (and TV) came directly from them. I hazily remember Summer Bible school, which, oddly enough, featured little or no Bible study, but rather inexplicable projects featuring grape clusters we assembled from Elmer's glue, popsicle sticks, and purple marbles.
The woman who lived next door often sang full-voiced hymns at lunchtime, accompanied by her organ and Randy, her howling dachsund, while her goats managed to escape from their pens, and wandered unhindered over to our house.
There were a lot of loose animals in the 1960's. Indeed, one late-summer afternoon when I was six years old, a bull wandered from another neighbor's field through some open French doors into our living room, in order to escape the sun. I had heard on the school bus that bulls would charge if you made faces at them, so I unsuccessfully tried to provoke the bull until, tiring of the sport, I finally alerted my mother to the intruder, and she chased the hot beast out with a broom.
As kids, we used hoes to create roadways in the dirt, lay out city plats over the abandoned alfalfa fields, and built small cabins from discarded lumber and bricks, which we furnished with cast away rugs, old appliances, children's books, and, of course, the mandatory chimney. We made maps, struck currencies, and gave names to our various holdings. I called my domain "Great Britain." A portion of the empty field next door I dubbed "Holt", posthumously honoring Australia's Prime Minister, who was devoured by a shark in 1966.
When we weren't cooking toast over small campfires in the willow brush behind our houses, in the long narrow strip of land we dubbed "The Desert," we were cooking toast in our cabins. As I recall, there were a lot of unexplained fires in the old days.
Even though my father spoke Spanish and I have a Spanish last name, I identified more with my Anglo neighbors. We had immense dirt clod wars at the bus stop with the Spanish-speaking kids from up the road. The clods would burst with impressive dirt shrapnel sprays. It was great! The wars between Great Britain and Spain lasted until my sister, who had just entered the 2nd-grade, was clipped on the chin by a Spanish clod, and our parents finally intervened. After that, it was just low-grade guerrilla war.
In September, 1968, we were all hanging out at the Goat Pen. By this time, all the goats had disappeared, the place was in disrepair, and had become a neighborhood hangout instead. We would display our rock collections in the empty stalls, and buy and sell sea shells and quartz using our inflated currencies. For entertainment, we would clamber onto the roof, put small kids into large cardboard barrels (voluntarily of course - we were daredevils), and roll them off the top, just to see whether the rolling action mitigated the sickening impact to any extent.
The neighbor kids, who had been Wallace enthusiasts, suddenly endorsed Nixon for the presidency. I expressed surprise, and they said they had come to the conclusion that Wallace couldn't succeed, so they were going for the Republican Nixon instead. They said some disparaging things about Hubert Humphrey (or maybe it was vice versa) and the Great Goat Pen Debate of 1968 ensued. Harsh were words were said, and that was the last time I ever considered voting for a Republican for President.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Reminiscing About Jerry Falwell
This post on Salon caught my eye:
Quite to our surprise, the doors to the arena appeared utterly unguarded after the crowd entered, so we decided to enter the arena in a spirit of protest. We entered the indoor space just as Falwell came to the podium, and we erupted spontaneously into rigid arm salutes and spirited shouts of "Seig Heil." Falwell knew straw men when he saw them - I'm sure that's why the doors had been left unguarded. He immediately condemned us for our self-evident, perverted totalitarian spirit (truly absurd, but we had played a little too easily into his hands). Several protestors were removed when they became a little too feisty. But Falwell actually wanted us around: he knew just how shocking we were to his followers, despite what I thought was our meek appearance, and how useful that was to fire up his followers. We settled down and listened to Falwell's keynote speech, watched a patriotic spectacle, and listened to a few other speeches in a similar vein.
At the very end, Falwell asked everybody to stand and sing "America, The Beautiful." I abruptly noticed our little protest group had been surrounded on all sides by various flacks, who quickly grabbed our hands (hard), pressed us in from all sides (hard), and more or less forced us to sing along with them. So, despite our manifold differences, we all sang together in a spirit of patriotic harmony. And if we had decided to struggle and shout, who knows? With a little 'help' from our 'friends', even those who sing the bass notes could have hit those high-C's.
Different time, same spirit. If liberals work together with Bush, we won't suffer any trouble. The Republicans don't want to convert us: everyone has freedom of thought in America, after all, and they would never, ever even think about taking that from us, especially since we can be useful at times. Capitulation, simple surrender, is all they ask.
"No Capitulation! Seig Heil!"
This post on Salon caught my eye:
After this intensely fought election, both President Bush and Sen. John Kerry are speaking of the need to heal our divisions and come together as a single, united nation. They're wrong. Critics of the Bush presidency do not need to heal our divisions but to insist on them. President Bush has presided over an extraordinarily divisive and polarizing administration. The suggestion that we should now "heal our divisions" is really a suggestion not for unity but for capitulation.Cass Sunstein's advice makes me think back to the fall of 1980, when Jerry Falwell's campaign road tour came to Tucson, where I was attending the University of Arizona. I stood across the street from the downtown arena and protested with some folks as the crowd of about 10,000 gathered for Falwell's speech. A fellow graduate student (and born-again evangelical) taunted me from across the street, "look who you're with!" My newfound compatriots looked fine to me, but I think he thought they looked gay to him. Maybe they were, but I thought they were nice folks.
Quite to our surprise, the doors to the arena appeared utterly unguarded after the crowd entered, so we decided to enter the arena in a spirit of protest. We entered the indoor space just as Falwell came to the podium, and we erupted spontaneously into rigid arm salutes and spirited shouts of "Seig Heil." Falwell knew straw men when he saw them - I'm sure that's why the doors had been left unguarded. He immediately condemned us for our self-evident, perverted totalitarian spirit (truly absurd, but we had played a little too easily into his hands). Several protestors were removed when they became a little too feisty. But Falwell actually wanted us around: he knew just how shocking we were to his followers, despite what I thought was our meek appearance, and how useful that was to fire up his followers. We settled down and listened to Falwell's keynote speech, watched a patriotic spectacle, and listened to a few other speeches in a similar vein.
At the very end, Falwell asked everybody to stand and sing "America, The Beautiful." I abruptly noticed our little protest group had been surrounded on all sides by various flacks, who quickly grabbed our hands (hard), pressed us in from all sides (hard), and more or less forced us to sing along with them. So, despite our manifold differences, we all sang together in a spirit of patriotic harmony. And if we had decided to struggle and shout, who knows? With a little 'help' from our 'friends', even those who sing the bass notes could have hit those high-C's.
Different time, same spirit. If liberals work together with Bush, we won't suffer any trouble. The Republicans don't want to convert us: everyone has freedom of thought in America, after all, and they would never, ever even think about taking that from us, especially since we can be useful at times. Capitulation, simple surrender, is all they ask.
"No Capitulation! Seig Heil!"
Kind-Of What it Feels Like to be a Liberal Today
So, where did I enter the water? I was always in the water. That's what being part of a coastal elite means.
So, where did I enter the water? I was always in the water. That's what being part of a coastal elite means.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
One Interesting Japanese Approach to Healthy Living
I like the fact that the actual concentration is quite low.
I like the fact that the actual concentration is quite low.
In The Same Vein
My Friend Continues....
My Friend Continues....
I wish I could find some cause for optimism but, quite frankly, I cannot. The powers within the Bush administration have quietly and methodically performed a coup d'etat over the last four years and last night the American people sanctioned it. There is no hint at this point of just how far they will go now that they have been granted absolute power. Aside from the obvious packing of the Supreme Court which will result in Roe v. Wade being overturned, probably within a year or two, the possibilities are almost beyond conjecture. I fully expect to see mandatory prayer returned to public schools, as an example. A Congress made up of religious zealots will rubber stamp anything of that sort that Bush proposes. There are no longer any moderate Republicans; John McCain has been rendered totally irrelevant and I'm certain that Bush is smugly delighting in that victory. I fully expect war with Iran within two years and that could well include the use of nuclear weapons. The Republicans now know that the way they can stay in power is to keep the nation continually in a state of war; by doing so they know that the electorate will support them completely.
I really do not see any parallel with any time in American history. There are, however, many similarities to be found with the mindsets of the leaders of national socialism and communism. The USSR kept its population in check from 1945 on by convincing them that they were surrounded by enemies who were out to destroy them and the people meekly accepted it. Hitler did the same and the German people worshipped him. We now find ourselves in a similar situation. Any constitutional checks on the power of the Bush administration can easily be brushed aside in the name of national security.
I was very worried in the spring of 1970 when widespread violence erupted on college campuses in response to the expansion of the war in Vietnam. Yet even then I had a feeling that cooler heads would eventually prevail and that the system would work. I have no such optimism now. The system is broken, perhaps irretrievably, and I see no light at the end of the tunnel. [I] hope that someday, by some miracle, a level of sanity will return to our nation.
I respond:
That's a good point, about the parallels with the Nazis and the Communists. In August, I posted big chunks of Orwell's "1984" on my web log (highlighting the statements Michael Moore quoted in F-911), and that gave me another opportunity to reread portions of that book. With the continuous wars and skirmishes between the the three great empires on the Earth, what Orwell emphasized was that the wars were never significant enough to actually threaten the rulers, but they were sufficiently large to keep the population on an endless war footing, and thereby stave off any challenge to the power of the rulers.
If you think about it, our current terrorist menace is even better than what Orwell imagined, in order to accomplish the purpose of keeping the powerful at ease. There are fewer terrorists than the hordes of East Asians Oceania had to deal with, and thus less real expense for us to keep those few at bay, just the inflated, pork-barrel, phony-baloney expenses of Homeland Security. We have entered the world of "1984", a lot of us willingly. In fact, I remember seeing where Orwell was asked if America could ever succumb to dictatorship, and even though he had little direct experience with Americans, he said something like 'of course, although it would come in a different manner than in Europe, and probably would emphasize something like true-blue Americanism, or some such rot'. And here we are today!
Our first responsibility is to resist, and never give up, ever. Even if, as with Winston Smith in "1984", the Republicans divine your secret fear of rats. Even in "1984", there were traces of the old order of things, of freedoms long lost savored in the shadows. We are in better shape than Winston Smith was. We can still organize, assemble, speak, petition. We have an obligation to do so.
We are still in for a rough four years, and maybe a rough remainder of our lives, however. The new Republican dominance mirrors the Democratic dominance rendered by the elections of 1964, and that eventually spiraled out of control. There are parallels with the 1920's as well. The world is not a machine and new forces arise all the time to challenge the powerful. The Republicans are not smart enough to dodge every bullet.
Still optimistic, even in a dark time.
Response to a Friend
A friend writes:
A friend writes:
Well, the great experiment set in motion in the 1770's ended last night. Democracy as we know it in the United States is finished. There no longer is a two party system. The American people have willingly adopted a religious theocracy under the mantle of democracy. There is no point in trying to explain it; the powers of right wing demagoguery and religious fanaticism have persuaded the the electorate that they must give up their basic rights so that the nation may more effectively fight the ephemeral terrrorists who lurk in all corners of the world. The United States will now move on as a second rate power bankrupted by corruption and hypocrisy, and the American people will pay the cost by seeing our standard of living decline as the other nations prosper. We will be, as we deserve to be, shunned by the true democracies of the world. We are no longer the "shining beacon on the hill." When Bush reinstitutes the draft I will tell my son to leave the country. This is no longer a nation worth fighting for. As for me, I will probably never bother to vote again--it's a wasted effort in a meaningless cause.
I respond:
Grim tidings indeed!It's also important to quote Joshua Micah Marshall's reactions to today's results. They closely parallel my thoughts:
Nevertheless, I'm not so pessimistic. I think Kerry made an excellent run, but 9/11 still clouds people's minds, and it's always very hard to unseat an incumbent. Our experiment with theocratic facism will not be as traumatic as Europe's experiment with national socialism, and there will be some good laughs along the way. There are lots of good opportunities. In Iraq, the Pottery Barn rule is still in effect, and Bush will make a hash of that for sure. The economy is in grave danger, and we will all suffer. I agree regarding your son's prospects, though. You can just feel the draft now.
And we've been here before - the 1920's. That decade ended badly, as will this decade, but it DID end. And please vote again - nothing would make Karl Rove happier than you tinkering in the garage while the world goes to hell. The trick is finding the right coalition, and the right leader, and things never looked so bleak for the Democrats than after Al Smith's defeat in 1928.
Finally, to Democrats and Kerry supporters.
Yesterday evening I heard various commentators say that Kerry's defeat would usher in a civil war among Democrats. Tucker Carlson said it would or should lead to a 'Goldwater moment' for the Democrats.
As I've noted above, I don't want to diminish the scope of what's happened. But a civil war over what exactly? Yes, some consultants will get a hard shake. And I'm certain there will be backbiting against Kerry (which I for one will very much disagree with.) But a civil war over what? The right and the left of the party were remarkably united in this cycle and managed to find points of compromise on key issues.
In some ways this would all be conceptually easier for Democrats to deal with if President Bush had managed a realignment of our politics in the post-9/11 world. But when I look at the results from last night what I see is that they are virtually identical to four years ago. Pretty much the same states going each way and a very close to even race -- though of course the president's 51% makes all the difference in the world.
As I said, if the Dems had been crushed, that would be one thing. If the American people were coalescing away from them, etc. But that's not what has happened here. In 2000 the country was divided into two (increasingly hostile) camps. And it's still exactly the same way. If anything it seems only more entrenched -- perhaps symbolically and geographically captured by the flip between New Hampshire and New Mexico from 2000.
The country is bitterly divided. And as much as anyone President Bush has divided it. But President Bush got 51% and if there's anything I've learned from watching him for the last four years-plus, it is that his team will take this as a popular mandate for an aggressive push for their agenda -- notwithstanding the profound division in the country or what has happened over the previous four years.For the Democrats, what I fear most (and what I've privately worried about for months) is this: Energy cools after an election. That's inevitable. But organization and institutions can survive. And it is within institutions and organizational infrastructure that energy and power exist and persist.
Certainly it would have been more pleasant (and perhaps better) to nurture all the organization and infrastructure that has been built up over the last two years under a President Kerry. But my concern over the last few months has been that if Bush won, all of these groups and organizations and incipient infrastructure would simply be allowed to wither, as though it had been tried and found not to have worked.
That, as a factual judgment, I think is just plain wrong. And if that were allowed to happen it would truly be tragic. The truth is that what Democrats have begun to build over the last two years is tremendously important. It just wasn't enough, not yet.
I remember talking to Simon Rosenberg, the head of the New Dem Network, at the Democratic convention last summer. You'll remember, he and his group were profiled in the Times magazine around that time. The article, in brief, was about plans to create a Democratic-leaning counter-establishment along the lines of what Republicans did two generations ago -- with an alternative media, activist groups, organized political giving, in short a political infrastructure.He told me he thought it would take ten years to accomplish. And I told him my one worry was that it could all be strangled in its crib if Kerry didn't win.
Well, here we are. And this is the test for people who care about this kind of politics and these sorts of values -- making sure that what has been started is not allowed to falter. This isn't 1964 or 1972 or 1980. This wans't a blow-out or a repudiation. It was close to a tie -- unfortunately, on the other guy's side. Let's not put our heads in the sand but let's also not get knocked of our game. Democrats need to think critically and seriously about why this didn't turn out 51% for Kerry or 55% for Kerry (and we'll get to those points in the future). But it would be a terrible mistake to stop thinking in terms of those ten years Simon described.
Take time to feel the desolation and disappointment. But I remain confident that time is not on the side of the kind of values and politics that President Bush represents. It took conservatives two decades to build up the institutional muscle they have today. Though I was always nervous about the result, I thought we could win this election. But it was always naive to believe that that sort of institutional heft could be put together in 24 or 36 months.
President Bush and the Republicans now control the entire national government, even more surely now than they have over the last four years. They do so on the basis of garnering the votes of 51% or 52% of the population. But they will use that power as though there were no opposition at all. That needs to be countered. Leave today for disappointment. Tomorrow, think over which of these various groups and organizations you think has made the best start toward what I've described above, go to their website, and give money or volunteer. After that, okay sure, take a few more days for disappointment, maybe a few more weeks. But this takes time. And you shouldn't lose heart. The same division in the country remains, the same stalemate. The other side just got the the ball a yard or two into our side of the field rather than the reverse. And we have to deal with the serious consequences of that. Tomorrow's the day to start.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Grim Tidings
The haze of 9/11 is still with us, but it's passing. Our day is dawning. Kerry put on a damn fine campaign, but it's hard to overpower an incumbent, even such an inept one as Bush. So....we continue! Our day will come!
Lots of good opportunities! The Pottery Barn rule is still in effect, after all. We'll see what the future holds!
The haze of 9/11 is still with us, but it's passing. Our day is dawning. Kerry put on a damn fine campaign, but it's hard to overpower an incumbent, even such an inept one as Bush. So....we continue! Our day will come!
Lots of good opportunities! The Pottery Barn rule is still in effect, after all. We'll see what the future holds!
Time Out Of Mind
I know it's been a long time since I lived there (1980), but nevertheless I'm surprised these politically-savvy folks think New Mexico will go for Bush (well, it HAS been a quarter of a century!)
I know it's been a long time since I lived there (1980), but nevertheless I'm surprised these politically-savvy folks think New Mexico will go for Bush (well, it HAS been a quarter of a century!)
Last Month's Jacksonville, Oregon Riot
I had heard garbled information regarding this event. Here is an eye-witness description (via anonymous E-Mail, apparently by Trish Bowcock and forwarded by Nikki Dohn):
I had heard garbled information regarding this event. Here is an eye-witness description (via anonymous E-Mail, apparently by Trish Bowcock and forwarded by Nikki Dohn):
Subject: Fwd: Silenced by the President
READ THIS ! ! and RISE UP ! ! PLEASE
SEND FAR AND WIDE. THANK YOU.
By Trish Bowcock
Oct. 16, 2004
A few weeks before my father died, he woke me in the wee hours of the morning. He needed to talk. He was worried about Attorney General John Ashcroft and the destruction of American civil liberties. I comforted my father, believing he was delusional from medications.
I was wrong.
I write this from my home in Jacksonville Oregon (population 2,226). President George W. Bush came here this week. The purpose of his visit was political. Southern Oregon has been deemed a "battle ground" area in the presidential race. John Kerry has made incredible inroads in this traditionally Republican stronghold. President Bush's campaign stop was an attempt to staunch the slide. Jacksonville is an old gold mining town. Our main street is only five blocks long, lined with restored storefronts. The sidewalks are narrow. We are a peaceful community. The prospect of an overnight presidential visit was exciting, even to me, a lifelong Democrat. My excitement turned to horror as I watched events unfold during President Bush's visit.
In the mid 1800s, when Indians invaded Jacksonville, citizens clambered upon the roof of the old library. It was the one building that would not catch fire when flaming arrows were shot. This week it was a different scene.
Police armed with high powered rifles perched upon our rooftops as the presidential motorcade approached. Helicopters flew low, overhead. A cadre of motorcycle police zoomed into town. Black SUVs followed, sandwiching several black limousines carrying the president, his wife and their entourage as they sped to the local inn where they would eat and sleep. The main street was lined with people gathered to witness the event. Many supported the president. Many did not. Some came because they were simply curious. There were men, women, young and old. The mood was somewhat festive. Supporters of John Kerry sported signs, as did supporters of George Bush. Individuals, exercising their rights of free speech began chanting. On one side of the street, shouts of "four more years" echoed in the night air. On the other side of the street, chants of "three more weeks" responded. The chants were loud and apparently could be heard by President Bush. An order was issued that the anti-Bush rhetoric be quieted. The local SWAT team leapt to action.
It happened fast. Clad in full riot gear, at least 50 officers moved in. Shouting indecipherable commands from a bullhorn, they formed a chain and bore down upon the people, only working to clear the side of the street appearing to be occupied by Kerry supporters.
People tried to get out of their way. It was very crowded. There was nowhere to move. People were being crushed. They started flowing into the streets. Pleas to the officers, asking, "where to go" fell upon deaf ears. Instead, riot police fired pellets of cayenne pepper spray into the crowd. An old man fell and couldn't get up. When a young man stopped to help, he was shot in the back with hard pepper spray balls. Children were hit with pepper spray.
Deemed "Protesters" people were shoved and herded down the street by the menacing line of armed riot police, until out of the President's ear-shot. There the "Protesters" were held at bay. Anyone vocalizing anti-Bush or pro-Kerry sentiments were prohibited from venturing forward. Loud anti-Bush chants were responded to by the commanding officer stating: "FORWARD," to which the entire line of armed police would move, lock-step, toward the "Protesters," forcing backward movement. Police officers circulated filming the crowd of "Protesters." Some were people like me, quiet middle-aged women. Some sported anti-Bush signs, peace signs, or Kerry signs. A small group of youth, clad in black with kerchiefs wrapping their heads chanted slogans. A young woman in her underwear, sporting a peace sign sang a lyrical Kumbaya.
Mixed among the "Protesters" were supporters of the President. One 19 year-old man shouted obscenities at anyone expressing dissatisfaction with the president, encouraging the police to "tazar" the "Stinking Protesters." Neither the "Protestors," nor the police harassed this vocal young man. Across the street, individuals shouting support for the president were allowed to continue. Officers monitored this group but allowed them to shout words of support or hurl derisions toward Kerry supporters, undisturbed. Honking cars filled with Bush supporters were left alone. A honking car full of Kerry supporters was stopped by police on its way out of town.
The standoff with "Protesters" continued until the President finished his dinner and was secured in his hotel cottage for the night. Only then were the riot police ordered to "mount-up," leaping upon the sideboard of a huge SUV, pulling out of town, and allowing "free speech" to resume. In small town America I witnessed true repression and intimidation by law enforcement. I saw small children suffering from the effects of being fired upon by pepper bullets. I felt legitimate fear of expressing my political opinions: a brand new feeling. Newspaper accounts state the chaos started when a violent "Protester" shoved a police officer. No one I talked to witnessed this account.
It is reputed that President Bush and his staff will not allow any opposition activity to occur within his ear or eye sight. I can confirm, that in tiny Jacksonville, Oregon, this was true. Physically violent means were taken to protect the president from verbal insults. Freedom of speech was stolen.
My father was not paranoid as he lay dying. He was expressing great insight into the dangers of our current presidential administration and its willingness to repress personal freedoms. If I could talk to my father today, I would say, "I am sorry Daddy for doubting you." And, no matter what, I will continue to exercise my individual right to freely express my opinions. Americans cannot take four more years.
Nikki Dohn
Gotterdamerung - Election Day 2004
Today's the day! I'm so excited!
Events started early. Last night, about 2 a.m., Sparky and I took our evening stroll past the polling place, the Sierra Two Center in the Curtis Park neighborhood of Sacramento (not last year's polling place, the more-appropriate "Society for the Blind" across the street). On a telephone pole outside the 100 foot exclusion zone, a big poster warned, "Be a Baby Killer!! Vote Kerry." Made me feel good to rip that down.
Got called into work early (the ungodly hour of 10 a.m.), so I didn't get to the polling place until lunchtime (2:30 p.m). Sparky was happy: not only did he get Mexican food leftovers from "Jim-Boy's", he got a bonus afternoon walk, as we strolled to the polling place.
I liked the two "fill-in-the-oval" voting forms I received (nice big print, and I need new glasses). The only danger was the possibility of not filling in BOTH sides of BOTH forms. They fed the forms into a ballot-reading machine before I left (first time I've seen that). I was voter 140 at poll B (there is also a poll A) in my precinct. Unlike 2003, Sparky remained quiet while I was out of sight, voting.
Most of the choices were fairly straightforward: yes to children's hospitals and a tax on the rich to support mental health care; no on stem cells. The incumbent school board members, part of Mayor Joe Serna's posthumous legacy to Sacramento, but lately afflicted by a pension scandal, posed a problem. I didn't want to vote for all the incumbents, but whom should I cast aside? I voted for one new candidate because she came recently from Tucson, and I once lived there. Some of the other choices were also similarly ill-informed. Buy, hey, I'm the voter and it's my perogative.
My next-door neighbor, Arthur, came up, gestured towards the door, and said he knew he had seen that dog before. I shook his hand and offered to tell him who to vote for, but he smiled, quickly retreated, and waved me off, mumbling something about having to go to work.
Then, a nice stroll back to the house, in the hazy autumn sunshine.
Wonder what mysteries tonight will hold?
Today's the day! I'm so excited!
Events started early. Last night, about 2 a.m., Sparky and I took our evening stroll past the polling place, the Sierra Two Center in the Curtis Park neighborhood of Sacramento (not last year's polling place, the more-appropriate "Society for the Blind" across the street). On a telephone pole outside the 100 foot exclusion zone, a big poster warned, "Be a Baby Killer!! Vote Kerry." Made me feel good to rip that down.
Got called into work early (the ungodly hour of 10 a.m.), so I didn't get to the polling place until lunchtime (2:30 p.m). Sparky was happy: not only did he get Mexican food leftovers from "Jim-Boy's", he got a bonus afternoon walk, as we strolled to the polling place.
I liked the two "fill-in-the-oval" voting forms I received (nice big print, and I need new glasses). The only danger was the possibility of not filling in BOTH sides of BOTH forms. They fed the forms into a ballot-reading machine before I left (first time I've seen that). I was voter 140 at poll B (there is also a poll A) in my precinct. Unlike 2003, Sparky remained quiet while I was out of sight, voting.
Most of the choices were fairly straightforward: yes to children's hospitals and a tax on the rich to support mental health care; no on stem cells. The incumbent school board members, part of Mayor Joe Serna's posthumous legacy to Sacramento, but lately afflicted by a pension scandal, posed a problem. I didn't want to vote for all the incumbents, but whom should I cast aside? I voted for one new candidate because she came recently from Tucson, and I once lived there. Some of the other choices were also similarly ill-informed. Buy, hey, I'm the voter and it's my perogative.
My next-door neighbor, Arthur, came up, gestured towards the door, and said he knew he had seen that dog before. I shook his hand and offered to tell him who to vote for, but he smiled, quickly retreated, and waved me off, mumbling something about having to go to work.
Then, a nice stroll back to the house, in the hazy autumn sunshine.
Wonder what mysteries tonight will hold?
Sunday, October 31, 2004
OBL's Video
Talking about Halloween, Osama is back! Despite the splash of the video's appearance just before the election, I think the video will actually have very little impact on the election. The reason is that Osama apparently doesn't want to influence the election so much as he wants to take advantage of the election, for his own purposes. The video is Al Qaeda advertising.
Why is it that beer companies always advertise during the Super Bowl, when they can get much lower rates at other times? It's because a very large audience is focused on just one event! Same here! Everyone is watching the American election. That's the best time for Osama to make a public appearance! He drives the point home by his choice of language (apparently this is his first video in which he uses common vs. Koranic Arabic). Usually, Al Qaeda release videos after a major terrorist event, in order to claim credit and make vague threats. Not this time. Osama bin Laden makes no specific threats this time.
It's just advertising, and the American public, the most ad-savvy populace in history, has already taken the message's measure, and discounted it (particularly so since, as Mickey Kaus points out, the video was released to America on a Friday, when bad news generally is released, since it gets poor coverage just before the weekend: probably at the direction of the Administration). In general, advertising works through repetition, and there just isn't time available to get enough repetition in order to make a really strong impression on the American electorate.
Osama's message to the American people focused on two points - mocking Bush and girding his minions for further war:
Osama is implicitly saying the real choice isn't Bush vs. Kerry, it's the West vs. the Caliphate.
Talking about Halloween, Osama is back! Despite the splash of the video's appearance just before the election, I think the video will actually have very little impact on the election. The reason is that Osama apparently doesn't want to influence the election so much as he wants to take advantage of the election, for his own purposes. The video is Al Qaeda advertising.
Why is it that beer companies always advertise during the Super Bowl, when they can get much lower rates at other times? It's because a very large audience is focused on just one event! Same here! Everyone is watching the American election. That's the best time for Osama to make a public appearance! He drives the point home by his choice of language (apparently this is his first video in which he uses common vs. Koranic Arabic). Usually, Al Qaeda release videos after a major terrorist event, in order to claim credit and make vague threats. Not this time. Osama bin Laden makes no specific threats this time.
It's just advertising, and the American public, the most ad-savvy populace in history, has already taken the message's measure, and discounted it (particularly so since, as Mickey Kaus points out, the video was released to America on a Friday, when bad news generally is released, since it gets poor coverage just before the weekend: probably at the direction of the Administration). In general, advertising works through repetition, and there just isn't time available to get enough repetition in order to make a really strong impression on the American electorate.
Osama's message to the American people focused on two points - mocking Bush and girding his minions for further war:
And even more dangerous and bitter for America is that the Mujahideen recently forced Bush to resort to emergency funds to continue the fight in Afghanistan and Iraq, which is evidence of the success of the bleed-until-bankruptcy plan – with Allah's permission.
It is true that this shows that al-Qaida has gained, but on the other hand, it shows that the Bush administration has also gained, something of which anyone who looks at the size of the contracts acquired by the shady Bush administration-linked mega-corporations, like Haliburton and its kind, will be convinced. And it all shows that the real loser is...you.
It is the American people and their economy. And for the record, we had agreed with the Commander-General Muhammad Ataa, Allah have mercy on him, that all the operations should be carried out within twenty minutes, before Bush and his administration notice. It never occurred to us that the commander-in-chief of the American armed forces would abandon 50,000 of his citizens in the twin towers to face those great horrors alone, the time when they most needed him. But because it seemed to him that occupying himself by talking to the little girl about the goat and its butting was more important than occupying himself with the planes and their butting of the skyscrapers. We were given three times the period required to execute the operations – All Praise is Due to Allah.
Osama is implicitly saying the real choice isn't Bush vs. Kerry, it's the West vs. the Caliphate.
In conclusion, I tell you in truth, that your security is not in the hands of Kerry, nor Bush, nor al-Qaida. No.The clash of civilizations continues, no matter who might win the American election.
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