Sunday, January 10, 2010

Sunday Funnies & Arts













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Listening to Willie on a lazy Sunday morning. Life can be pretty good sometimes...

JUST A SONG: Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova are Falling Slowly. If you didn't see Once, what are you waiting for? Read Roy's writeup of this song, read his review of the movie here, and put it in your Netflix queue...

SSSS IX...

Stones N' Bones...

Images of Bishop, Texas from Premium T....

RFB: Willow tree with sparrows in juncos in an Idaho snowstorm...


Too cold, Big Lake at City Park...

David Corn writes that Michael Steele is killing the Republican party...

Not the Nuacht: Ever wonder what The Onion would be like in Ireland? Now you know...

Sports Section
The Seahawks apparent decision to fire Jim Mora and hire Pete Carroll as coach is a real head-scratcher. For all I know, Carroll will be the another Vince Lombardi and coach the Hawks to repeated Super Bowl glory. And I could understand moving quickly if they were after someone like Tony Dungy or Bill Cowher, someone whose NFL stature and track record is such that they have to throw big money out, make a lot of commitments, and grab him before someone else does. But if there's a big pro market for Pete Carroll, I missed it. Why not include him as part of a diligent, far-ranging search? If emerged from something like that as the best candidate, Seahawks fans would feel a lot more comfortable. As it is, this smacks of a star-struck Paul Allen flashing his wad...The Red Sox are serious about building a team around pitching and defense. Their infield and outfield defense in the best in my memory and probably my father's, too. Whether that's enough to catch the Yankees is an open question, but from here it seems like a reasonable strategy to counteract the Yank's ability to sign the biggest bats on the free agent market...

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Habituated to the Vast

On a chill winter's evening in 1781, the Reverend John Coleridge took his eight-year old son Samuel Taylor outside to examine the night sky. Coleridge, who became one of England's great poets, never forgot the outing:
I remember, that at eight years old I walked with him one evening from a farmer's house, a mile from Ottery [their home] -- & he told me the names of the stars -- and how Jupiter was a thousand times larger than our world -- and that the other twinkling stars were Suns that had worlds rolling around them -- & when I came home he showed me how they rolled around. I heard him with profound delight & admiration; but without the least mixture of Wonder or incredulity. For from my early reading of Faery Tales, & Genii etc etc -- my mind had been habituated to the Vast.
From pp. 111-112 of The Age of Wonder: How the Romantic Generation Discovered the Beauty and Terror of Science (Richard Holmes)

Coleridge's reference to wonder and incredulity carried a different meaning in his day. The discovery of Uranus in early 1781 by amateur astronomer William Herschel sent shock waves throughout the western world. Saturn, discovered by the ancient Greeks, was believed to represent the boundary of the galaxy. Herschel's discovery doubled the size of the known galaxy and opened up the probability that the universe was immensely larger than anyone -- even the scientists of the Enlightenment -- had thought. Galileo revealed that man was not the center of the cosmos; now, man was forced to confront the likelihood that he was a miniscule part of it. Thus, "Wonder" came to represent a complex combination of pride in Herschel's accomplishment and anxiety over its implications.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Zeitoun

Zeitoun, Dave Eggers. As Hurricane Katrina bore down on New Orleans, Abdulrahman and Kathy Zeitoun (ZAY-toon) considered their options. Proprietors of a successful and well-known contracting and house painting business, they also owned several rental properties and were reluctant to abandon them. Beyond that, though, was the safety of their four children and of the family unity both held dear. Abdulrahman's instinct was to remain in New Orleans and ride out the hurricane. He didn't like the idea of leaving their contracts and properties to the mercies of the elements and looters. By staying, he could watch over them and immediately address any problems that might arise. Besides, New Orleans had had hurricane scares before and the storm had always veered off in one direction or another or had dissipated by the time it reached the Louisiana mainland.

Kathy took Abdulrahman's point, but worried about their children. As Katrina neared and the calls to evacuate the city mounted, she decided to leave with the children and stay with her family in Baton Rouge. Zeitoun, Abdulrahman, decided to remain behind. At first, his decision seemed correct. Although Katrina knocked out New Orleans' electricity, actual destruction appeared minimal and he had plenty of food and water. After the levees broke and the city flooded, Zeitoun patrolled the areas around his home in a canoe, checking on his properties, rowing stranded people to debarkation areas, feeding abandoned pets, and ferrying friends to one of the rental properties. If such a thing could be said about the situation, Zeitoun was actually enjoying himself and went about his days with a sense of divinely inspired purpose.

Kathy, meanwhile, arrived safely in Baton Rouge to a family who questioned her marriage and mistrusted her Muslim faith. (She had converted prior to meeting Zeitoun.) As the house was crowded and her family largely unsympathetic, she got in touch with a Muslim friend in Phoenix, who invited her and the children to join them. Zeitoun had discovered a working phone trunk in one of their New Orleans properties, so they remained in touch even as his cell phone batteries died. Thus, although the situation was stressful it seemed under control. While Kathy departed for Phoenix without much of a handle on even the immediate future, she hardly expected what came next: Zeitoun disappeared without a word of warning.

Devout, practicing Muslims, the Zeitouns were hardly fanatics. Kathy has a strong voice in family matters and needles her husband when the occasion calls for it. He is a quiet, stoic man (and this quality would be sorely tested in the weeks after Katrina) who loves and respects his wife and children. They bear no ill will towards non-Muslims and do not think of nonbelievers as infidels. The Zeitouns had many friends and acquaintances not of the Muslim faith and had built a successful family business in the Afro-Caribbean polyglot of New Orleans. But, that didn't matter much to the Homeland Security minions of the Bush Administration.

A few days after the levees broke and New Orleans flooded, a squad of law enforcement officers acting on a tip sailed to one of Zeitoun's rental properties, broke in, and arrested Zeitoun and three other men (one of whom was a Muslim) for looting. Two of the men were tenants and neighbors; the third was a Muslim friend whom Zeitoun had discovered taking refuge at Tulane University during one of his canoe outings.

The men had moved all of the electronic equipment in the house onto a table to keep it from getting wet. Police would later cite that as visual confirmation of looting. However, they did not give the equipment even a cursory inspection, which would have revealed that the equipment was well-used and unlikely to have been looted. Nor did they heed Zeitoun's protestations that he owned the property. Instead, the four men were handcuffed and taken to an emergency holding facility at New Orleans Greyhound bus station, called Camp Greyhound by guards and inmates alike.

At some point after Zeitoun's arrival, the powers-that-be decided to sequester Zeitoun and his three friends in a separate cage (for that's what it was). Instead of being held as looters, the four were -- unbeknownst to themselves -- being held as suspected terrorists. At no time, however, were they informed of this. At one point, a fifth prisoner joined the four men, a genial type critical of the Bush Administration whose palaver with the men was dotted with seemingly sympathetic questions about their attitude towards the United States and its leaders. The two Muslims held their tongues, although the other two men conversed expansively with the newcomer. After a few days, he disappeared from the cage and was not seen again.

The cage itself was barely tall enough to stand in. Zeitoun's contractor's eye told him that it was both well- and newly-constructed. (It turned out to have been built by prison labor.) Guards did not permit the men to wander near the sides of the cage, and the foul, toxic ground upon with the cage rested did not permit the men to lie down and sleep. Moreover, the MRE's (Meal, Ready to Eat) provided as sustenance often contained pork, which the two Muslims could not eat. The displaced sense of priorities that would provide for a perfectly built cage for humans and deliver plentiful, inedible MRE's amidst the terror and chaos of the drowned city did not escape Zeitoun.

Nor were any of the men permitted phone calls, communications with family and lawyers that may well have resulted in their release. Instead all of the prisoners were removed to the maximum security wing of the Elayn Hunt Correctional Center near Gonzales between New Orleans and Baton Rouge. Although the prison appeared tranquil from the outside with its manicured lawns and freshly painted buildings, Zeitoun quickly discovered that life as a maximum security prisoner was an unending terror.

Although he repeatedly invoked his right to a phone call, prison authorities responded that as a FEMA prisoner, he had to go through that organization. And FEMA held him incommunicado as a suspected terrorist without rights. A desperate Zeitoun finally prevailed on a prison volunteer to call Kathy and let her know that he lived.

Meanwhile, an increasingly frantic Kathy had begun to accept the possibility that her husband had perished, somehow lost in the flood. Under great pressure from Zeitoun's family to return to New Orleans and find him (this was impossible), she avoided contact with all but one of them. Unsure of whether to brace the children for the possibility of their father's death, she hung on grimly with hope fading. Just as she was about to give up, the volunteer called to tell her that her husband was alive and being held in prison.

Kathy contacted the family attorney, who had evacuated to Baton Rouge. His initial assumption was that he could quickly obtain Zeitoun's release, but FEMA set forth such demands that this was not possible. Eventually, FEMA decided to accept some of the Zeitoun's property as bond, which required Kathy and Zeitoun's brother Ahmad to go the wrecked business office in New Orleans search desperately among the debris for a property deed.

After 23 days at Hunt, Abdulrahman Zeitoun was released on bond. He was no longer a Homeland Security person of interest. Weight down drastically, hair graying, and psychologically broken, Zeitoun and his family nonetheless returned to New Orleans where they live today, their business reestablished. In some respects, he was lucky: His companions all spent 4-8 months in Hunt. His Muslim friend lost his life savings, $10,000 in cash which was confiscated and never returned.

Dave Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, What Is the What?) tells Zeitoun's story with simple, sympathetic prose worthy of the man and his travails. Through vignettes deployed throughout the book, we learn his and Kathy's story and follow the path that led them to each other and New Orleans. This helps us understand Zeitoun's decision to stay: He saw staying as in the best interests of his family, who were everything to him.

Zeitoun is especially strong on the absurdities of Zeitoun's and New Orleans' circumstances. The surreal calm of Zeitoun's neighborhood contrasts with the hysterical and unfounded rumors of raped babies in the Superdome. The brutal efficiency of Camp Greyhound stands in bold relief to what we now know was the general ineptitude of the federal government's initial relief effort. Most striking of all is a memo uncovered by Eggers in which government officials predict ways in which terrorists might take advantage of a disaster-stricken American city. The glaring absurdity of the memo is that predicted chaos sown by terrorists would be an obvious function of any disaster. Why would terrorists invest time and resources when they couldn't make the situation any worse than it already was?

As part of rebuilding their lives, Kathy and Abdulrahman Zeitoun have established the Zeitoun Foundation, which was "created in 2009 to aid in the rebuilding of and ongoing health of the city of New Orleans, and to help insure the human rights of all Americans." It says something good about this remarkable couple that despite everything that befell them they have been able to maintain a larger sense of community and country. Oh, and all proceeds from this memorable book go to the foundation...

St. Clare's Monastery, Henry Clay Avenue...

Nate Silver's initial take on the 2010 Senate races is here. The situation isn't as bleak for Democrats as the MSM makes it out to be. In fact, Silver can imagine (unlikely, he admits) scenario in which the D's actually gain Senate seats...

The Nation argues that progressive legislators must continue to battle hard to move the health care bill to the left. Although they agree that there is much good in the bill, it's a bonanza to the insurance companies who won big when shills like Holy Joe Lieberman and Ben Nelson took "principled" stands to block a public option. The bill as it is, write the editors, barely merits support from progressives. The problem -- which they don't address -- is that pulling the plug on this bill, flawed as it is, means that Congress will be unlikely take up the cause of health care for another generation. It means that insurance companies will continue to deny coverage on the basis of pre-existing conditions, that they can pull coverage for any reason whatsoever, and that they can deny claims based on technicalities. Moreover, failure of the bill will be a political bonanza for the right and -- fairly or not -- a Waterloo for progressives. Maybe these arguments aren't enough to merit support of the legislation. But they are big part of the bill's context and must be considered...

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Christian Soldiers

American officers and men -- on the taxpayer dime -- strategize about how to most effectively spread the word of God in Afghanistan:



Their chief concern is in taking an approach that will neither offend Afghanis nor violate a general army order that forbids proselytizing. (There's even a discussion about what it means to proselytize.) The group is mostly white and mostly male. Altogether, they seem like highly unlikely candidates to evangelize a Muslim population.

The greater question is, though, what exactly do they think they are doing? How in the world does any of this square with the American mission in Afghanistan? Isn't there a danger that their activities undermine the mission? And why are U. S. taxpayers supporting such a bald violation of the line between church and state?

Christopher Hitchens watched the video shortly before he visited a beleaguered cadre of free thinkers at the Air Force Academy, which he writes about here. Hitchens also helpfully supplies this quote from Lieutenant Colonel Gary Hensley, chief of the United States military chaplains in Afghanistan:
The Special Forces guys, they hunt men, basically. We do the same things, as Christians. We hunt people for Jesus. We do, we hunt them down. Get the hound of heaven after them, so we get them in the kingdom. Right? That’s what we do, that’s our business.
Which raises yet another matter: If Colonel Hensley is chief of all chaplains in Afghanistan, that presumably includes Catholic, Jewish, LDS, and Muslim chaplains, not to mention mainstream Protestants. If so, why is he taking sides? Isn't his real business to help them do their jobs? Just asking, is all...

(Thanks to Foxessa at Fox Home for calling my attention to Hitchens' article.)

Monday, January 4, 2010

When the Rain Comes...

It's somehow fitting that a dark and driving rain ushers in the first morning after the holidays. OK, you've had your fun, it seems to say, but enough of this Peace-And-Good-Will stuff. Here's reality, and welcome to it. There was a time when I enjoyed the sound of the rain. Now, it makes my shoulders slump even when I'm lying down...

The wrist continues to improve. My hand remains shaky, stiff, and weak, but the dexterity is markedly better and I'm starting to get something like a grip. I still can't open jars, but I can pick up anything that's lightweight. It's something!...

Madeleine Bair writes of an Oakland neighborhood that discovered the future by turning to its past...

It's About Time Dept: For years, corporations opening new new sites have pitted municipalities against each other by promising new jobs in exchange for favorable tax conditions. This race to the bottom often costs the cities in competition with each other more in tax revenue then they get back in employment. Finally, some are fighting back, insisting that companies either make good on job guarantees or return the corporate welfare checks they've received from local taxpayers...

David Sirota's Top 10 Quotations of the Past Decade...

The New York Times reports this morning on a connection between a recent visit to Uganda by three evangelists and that country's current attempt to institutionalize hate crimes against homosexuals. The evangelists, naturally, deny any connection at all, despite the fact that they spoke before Uganda's parliament and that one has written admiringly of Ugandan resistance to western attempts to "re-homosexualize" (I kid you not) the country. The same evangelist, one Scott Lively, writes
I do not support the proposed anti-homosexuality law as written. It does not emphasize rehabilitation over punishment and the punishment that it calls for is unacceptably harsh. However, if the offending sections were sufficiently modified, the proposed law would represent an encouraging step in the right direction.
Big of you, Scott. Apparently, a law that emphasized punishment in the appropriate degree would be fine; it's simply a matter of calibration. How about twenty years of hard labor? Of course, that could be "forgiven" should the "offender" undergo reeducation at the hands of the International Healing Foundation (at his expense, of course)...

A riff on my favorite moment from the best TV show filmed in the Pacific Northwest:

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Sunday Funnies & Arts




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Avatar 3D. D: James Cameron. Sam Worthington, Zoe Saldana, Sigourney Weaver, Stephen Lang. A great Disneyland ride of a movie, Avatar offers such an enchanting vision of the planet Pandora and the world of the indigenous Na'Vi that one very nearly overlooks its length and pedestrian, timeworn plot. The film's designers and art crew must have thought that they'd died and gone to heaven, as it's apparent from the outset that the producers spared no expense in nailing down every detail. Embers flutter by, glistening; insects buzz from the background to the foreground and back again; a jellyfish-like amalgam of flora and fauna presents itself from every possible angle. Meanwhile, the lush greens and blues underlie an ecological paradise that visually justifies the New Age environmentalism of the Na'Vi. It's all that much more compelling in 3D: The characters look three-dimensional, not like cutouts stacked one upon the other. Clearly, Avatar sets new standards for science fiction and fantasy movies. I can't imagine that anyone would leave Avatar feeling less than satisfied.

Having said that, it's a shame that all of this hangs on stock characters and an ancient plot line. A corporate-military consortium, presumably from the United States, arrives on Pandora with the the aim of extracting its supply of unobtainium, a precious element buried under the Na'Vi's sacred tree of life. The consortium would like to negotiate with the Na'Vi, but it has no problems bulldozing the tree and forest out of the way and subjugating the native population. Jake Sully (Worthington) undergoes a procedure in which he becomes an avatar -- a Na'Vi look alike -- with the mission of reporting back to the consortium on the Na'Vi's willingness to negotiate. He concludes that they won't, and says so despite his growing affection for the people and his infatuation with Neytiri (Saldana).

This being Hollywood, everything turns out for the best. The Na'Vi accept Tully as one of their own and he leads a successful resistance against the consortium. Unlike what has been happening to native populations since Cortez invaded Mexico with superior technology, the Na'vi repel the technologically superior consortium. Along the way, there are the usual unavoidable cliches ("Noooooo"; "Oh...My...God"; and Na'Vi war cries that resemble high school football yells). But while all of this may prevent
Avatar from being a great movie, that's almost beside the point. It's a great experience that very nearly transcends its medium.

I've long resisted special effects for their own sake. One of the many things I appreciated about the
Lord of the Rings cycle is that it employed its effects and computer animation in the service of a fine story. Avatar lacks LOFTR's narrative, but its presentation is impeccable, and a quantum leap over many of LOTR's effects. For possibly the first time since science fiction took to the screen, one can sense and feel what another world and its people might actually be like.

Up in the Air. D: Jason Reitman. George Clooney, Vera Farmiga, Natalie Keener, Jason Bateman. Ryan Bingham likes his life just as it is. He travels over 250 days a year and is very nearly a member of American Airlines 10,000,000 Mile Club. Sure, his job is no great shakes: He's a consultant who specializes in downsizing and travels all over the country telling people that their jobs have been eliminated. He also lives -- on the few days that he's there -- in a one-bedroom apartment in Omaha and reports to a thoroughly sleazy boss (Bateman). But, he's good at his work, beholden to no one, and enjoys first-class travel, good meals out, and fine hotels.

Then he meets the luscious Alex (Farmiga) who shares his cynical humor and whose emotional unavailability punctures his amiable facade. Moreover, recent B-school grad Anna Kendrick (Keener) joins his company and comes up with a way of firing people on-line, thus eliminating the need for travel and saving the company millions of dollars. Bingham takes Kendrick on a trip to show her the error of her ways and, in spite of himself, begins to develop some empathy for his victims. (With a few exceptions, director Reitman uses non-actors in these parts, and to great effect.) He takes time off to squire Alex to a his rural Wisconsin home for a family wedding, and improbably cures the groom of a case of cold feet. He returns to the road with Anna, where they disastrously misjudge one woman's reaction to being fired. Without revealing too much, Ryan ends the film sadder but wiser while Kendrick discovers a layer of humanity beneath a frosty surface.

It's a fine movie, both funny and oddly touching. Regardless of the part -- and he's ranged from Ryan Bingham to Bob Barnes in
Syriana -- Clooney seems incapable of rendering a poor performance. Like a classic star of the Thirties and Forties, he brings a certain flair and personality to each part. But he's a modern actor, too, and just as ably inhabits an individual role, bringing it to unique life. Here, he slides into the part of Ryan like it's one of the designer suits he wears so well.

Up in the Air is an adult film without the ambitions of Avatar. Its themes of commitment and work are definitely of this planet. It evokes them with a wit, style, and insight unfortunately rare in contemporary films. So don't miss it: This might be your only chance in a while to witness these artistic values executed so well on the big screen..

PWALLY recounts the wild times with Mr. and Mrs....
Mrs. Karl Rove finally sees the light...
Mmm. Grits. Better yet, grits Texas style...
Some people go for those sultry evenings, sipping cocktails in the blue, red and grey...

Saturday, January 2, 2010

What Makes For A Good Health Care System, Anyway?

After burdening the health care system of Hawaii with a number of unnecessary tests that he could afford, an exuberant Rush Limbaugh proclaimed himself pain free. The violently objectionable scourge of free thought, measured and intelligent discourse, and the slightest bit of human empathy extolled the quality of care he received and then declared that "I don't think there's one thing wrong with the United States health system." He got the first three words right, anyway.

As for the rest, Limbaugh seems to believe that a fair measure of the system is how well it addresses the needs of a multimillionaire blowhard who can afford every test and procedure in the book and then some. Me, I'm taken back to the days of my cancer treatment in the spring of 2000. Like Limbaugh, I was struck by the high quality of care I received and the attention given me in radiation oncology by everyone from the receptionist to the oncologist. But then, I was insured and I was well off. I didn't have to go hat in hand to the oncological social worker -- who I am certain was a fierce patient advocate -- looking for ways to ease my payments and pay my bills. I was treated in a comfortable, relatively new suburban hospital committed to acquiring the latest technology and installing it in an atmosphere of comfort and tranquility.

Unlike Limbaugh, I wondered what people less well off or less well-insured did. I discovered a part of this story when, about ten days into my treatment, nausea set in. My doctor initially prescribed Compazine, a common anti-nausea drug that might as well have been a placebo for all of the good it did. Several times a day without warning, a sudden wave of nausea jolted me and I scurried desperately for the bathroom, hoping (at times fruitlessly) to get there before vomiting on myself or the floor.

I told one of the radiation therapists about the problem. There was, she said, a new generation anti-nausea pill that worked. The problem was that the pills were expensive -- about $40 each -- and rarely insured. I didn't care. I could afford a prescription and fending off this several-times-a-day humiliation would be worth it.

Here's where I found out how the other half lives. There was one patient, the therapist told me, who could afford the new med every other day. So, one day she threw up, the next day she was fine. For some reason, this registered with me as especially perverse, a disease and a system combining to force a sick and possibly dying individual to decide which days her dignity would remain relatively intact.

Others, of course, were not even this lucky: They vomited. So when Rush Limbaugh bloviates that "there's nothing wrong" and that the American health care system is "the best in the world," I think of these people. Yes, they got excellent medical care. But the system let them down when it denied care that would allow them to work, to hold their heads up, to believe that it was in their corner instead of their adversary...

Don't miss Nihil Obstat's acerbic take here...