No Post Today

I’m surprised to find that I’m still knocked out from yesterday’s periodontal surgery. I always forget the depressing effect that surgery has on the bodily system as a whole — surprisingly so, in this case, because as surgeries go, this was nothing: a couple of hours in the chair, a molar implant in the right lower jaw, and gum reflection with extended blasting and jackhammering in the upper left. I figured I’d be right as rain this morning, with nothing more than some lingering discomfort — but when I got up to go to work, with jaw throbbing, the old mule just balked. I collapsed back into bed, where I slept until 2:15 in the afternoon. I can still barely shift from place to place, and I expect I’ll tumble back into the sack again shortly.

I’ve had several surgeries over the years, all of them orthopedic work (Achilles-tendon and ACL repairs, etc.) and this is what happened after each of those too. I was surprised though, that the mechanism would kick in for something as minor as this. But kick in it did, in spades; I guess the body just insists on devoting all available resources to damage control. If you’ve ever seen a hurt animal, you’ll have seen them doing the same thing — finding an out-of-the way place to curl up and lie motionless — and that’s all I’m good for today.

So no post today.

Death, Be Not Loud

I’m recovering (with the help of Scotland’s amber restorative) from a weakening bout of periodontal surgery (my thanks as always, though to Dr. Louis Franzetti, who is the Jascha Heifetz of prosthodontics), and so am in no mood to write.

Go then, to Mangan’s, and read an interesting thread on the regrets of the dying. (I’m with Dennis on this one, as on so many topics.)

Mostly Sunny, With Colossal Magnetic Storms

While we’re on the subject of dramatic images of nature, here’s a fine shot of an enormous magnetic filament twisting across the surface of the Sun. Its length is about 55 Earth diameters.

Have a look.

Tech Talk

In the old days of recording, we did our work in magnificent studios, lavishly equipped with the finest consoles, microphones and signal-processing equipment, and we preserved our work on magnetic tape. But now that the digital revolution has battered the record business to its knees and ground most of the old recording studios into dust and ashes, people record music onto computer hard drives, and most of the work is done in poky little home studios. (Former big-shot engineers like me now work at computer programming or other grinding toil.)

The platform that has emerged as the industry standard for digital recording is a package called Pro Tools, and recently I decided to set it up on my home computer. It was tricky to get it all working (Pro Tools is notoriously finnicky even under the best conditions, and these weren’t they), and so I thought I would put up a fairly technical post about what I had to to to get it running, for the benefit of others who might be scouring the Interweb looking for help and advice.

So, a warning to my customary readers: this is a post that you are probably going to find awfully dull.

My goal was to get Pro Tools up and running on my laptop, which is a Hewlett-Packard dv7t-3100. The machine has a dual-core Intel i5 CPU, running at 2.27 GHz. It has 6GB of RAM, and a capacious 7200rpm internal hard drive. I’m running 64-bit Windows 7 Home 6.01.7600. It’s a pretty beefy laptop, and I figured it would be equal to the task.

I went out and bought a Digidesign Digi 003 Rack+ Music Workstation Production System. This is a rack-mountable digital audio interface that provides various inputs and outputs, does analog-to-digital conversion, and serves as the playback engine for Pro Tools. It comes bundled with Pro Tools LE software, version 8.0.3, and an assortment of extra software goodies: loops and samples, virtual instruments, and so on. (We will hereinafter refer to this piece of hardware as “the Rack”.)

The Rack wants to connect to the host computer by Firewire, a high-speed data-cabling protocol known in more technical circles as IEEE 1934. My first worry was that my machine only has a single 4-pin “iLink” Firewire port, while the Rack uses the 6-pin “Firewire 400” connector. The Pro Tools manual suggested that if I bought a 6-pin to 4-pin conversion cable, I’d be OK. So I did.

I connected the Rack, but as per the directions in the setup manual I did not power it on yet. I installed the Pro Tools 8.0.3 software, and powered up the Rack when prompted. The installation seemed to go well, but when I launched Pro Tools an error dialog popped up announcing a “DAE error -6006”.

I looked around online and found that there was an 8.0.4 update to Pro Tools 8.0.3 that I ought to have installed first. (It’s here.) The instructions for the update said that to get it all working right I should NOT power up the Rack when prompted during the version 8.0.3 installation, but should, rather, complete the 8.0.3 setup, and only connect the Rack during the 8.0.4 upgrade. So I went back, uninstalled everything, then followed the new instructions.

Still no luck. After more snooping around I realized that I was missing a vital component: a certified external hard drive. (Apparently Pro Tools isn’t happy just working with the system drive.) So the next day I went out and bought a half-terabyte Glyph drive down at Tekserve, on 23rd Street.

The Glyph drive has a variety of ports, including a 6-pin Firewire 400 connector and two 9-pin Firewire 800 sockets. My problem now was that I had two devices to hook up, but only had the single 4-pin port on my machine — but I had read somewhere that I could “daisy-chain” the devices together by connecting the Glyph to my laptop, and then connecting the Rack to the Glyph. So I got a 9-pin to 4-pin cable to connect the Glyph to my machine, and a standard Firewire 400 6-pin to 6-pin cable to connect the Rack to the Glyph.

This time it worked. I was able to launch Pro Tools, the software located the peripheral devices, and I was able to create a session and open up some virtual instruments.

When I listened to the audio, however, it was awful — crackling and distorted. I decided that the problem had to be the crummy little 4-pin Firewire port that all this massive signal-processing was being crammed though, and started looking into how I could work around it.

Fortunately I did find a solution. My machine has an ExpressCard slot, and by looking at some of the online forums I found that users were recommending ExpressCard FireWire adapters made by a company called SIIG. I tried to find one for sale here in town, but couldn’t, so I ordered one online, here. The one I ordered was an 800MHz model that had both a 6-pin connector for the Rack, and a 9-pin connector for the Glyph.

When the card arrived, I installed the accompanying driver software, and plugged it in. Now I was able to give both the Rack and the Glyph separate, high-speed data connections. I fired up Pro Tools again, and this time it worked; the software found the peripherals just fine through the SIIG card, and the audio problems were gone. I hooked up a little MIDI keyboard to the Rack, plugged in some speakers, and I was off to the races.

So there you have it: Pro Tools LE 8.0.4, up and running on an HP laptop. I’ve only done rudimentary stuff on the system so far — small sessions with a few virtual instruments and almost no audio plugins — so I haven’t really seen what it’s going to perform like when I have lots of tracks, virtual instruments, effects, etc. all running at once. But as things stand, Pro Tools seems happy, my CPU isn’t even breaking a sweat, and I am going to savor this little victory.

Mostly Cloudy

Here’s an absolutely amazing image, taken by Montana photographer Sean Heavey.

If you liked that one, there are more here, and you can order prints at Mr. Heavey’s website, here.

Life Goes On

The “big news” from yesterday, about a new form of arsenic-based life found in Mono Lake, seems, from what I’ve read today, to have been a bit exaggerated.

The bacterium in question was taken from an arsenic-rich environment — one to which it had presumably adapted by developing a tolerance for the stuff — and then fed a steady diet of arsenic. Over time it swapped out some phosphorus for arsenic (and not without, apparently, some ill effects). It’s a good “proof of concept”, certainly, and a significant broadening of what we know to be possible, but hardly the “second genesis” we were hearing about yesterday.

Commenter JK was right to ask about adaptation.

More here.

Second Life

This could be very big news: the discovery of a new life-form, in California’s Mono Lake, with a significant difference in its most basic biochemistry.

(Having turned up in California, chances are it will soon be demanding in-state tuition rates.)

Story here.

Christopher Hitchens On Scan-and-Grope

Writing in Slate, Christopher Hitchens rails at the foolish and humiliating measures we have imposed on ourselves in our bumbling, ill-guided quest for airline security.

We read:

When the best that the children of a revolution can do for the defense of their inalienable protection against unwarranted search and seizure is to issue the pathetic moan, “Don’t touch my junk,” a low point of humiliation has been reached. It will soon enough be forgotten, as have the low points that preceded it. And it is destined to be succeeded by even lower and more humbling ones.

In addition to pointing out (as did I, in a recent post) that these invasive scans and pat-downs are arguably in violation of our rights under the Fourth Amendment, Mr. Hitchens reminds us that our policy seems to be little more than to react, with a sledgehammer, to whatever new tactic our enemies happen to try:

Consider: The decision to make us all take off our shoes was the official response to the scrofulous “shoe bomber” Richard Reid. The ban on liquids and precisely specified quantities of gel was the best we could do by way of post-facto thwarting of a London-based scheme to mix liquids in-flight and cause a mid-air detonation. The decision to inquire more closely into our undergarments was the official response to the “underwear bomber” Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab. The more recent decision (this was a specifically British touch of genius) to forbid the shipping by air of any print toner weighing more than 500 grams was made after some tampered-with toner cartridges were intercepted on international cargo flights leaving Yemen a few weeks ago. (Fear not, by the way, you can’t have these hard-to-find items in your carry-on bags or checked luggage, either.)

Readers may recall my recent admonition to a commenter that he prepare for body-cavity searches. Hitch agrees:

In the more recent instances, the explosive substance involved was a fairly simple one known as PETN. Now consider again: Late last August, the Saudi Arabian deputy minister of the interior, Prince Mohammed bin Nayef, was injured in the city of Jeddah by a suicide bomber named Abdullah Hassan Al Aseery. The deceased assailant was the brother of Khalid Ibrahim Al Aseery, the suspected bomb-specialist of al-Qaida in the Arabian Peninsula and the man sought in connection with the underpants and toner attempts. In the Jeddah case, the lethal charge of PETN was concealed in the would-be assassin’s rectum.

Perhaps you can begin to see where, as they say, I am going with this. In order for us to take them even remotely seriously, our Homeland Security officials should by now have had no alternative but to announce a series of random body-cavity searches some months ago. At least that might have had a deterrent effect and broken the long tradition of waiting for the enemy to dictate all the terms, all the time. It is a certainty that this deadly back-passage tactic will be tried. It is equally a certainty that it will find us even more defenseless than before.

More on our dull-witted policy of reaction:

Let me recommend regular reading of the magazine Inspire, the flagship publication of AQAP [al-Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula]. It is remarkable for its jauntiness and confidence and sense of initiative. The cover of the most recent issue shows the tail of a UPS jet with the headline “$4,200.” That was the estimated outlay, for AQAP, of the toner operation that disrupted international air cargo for several days. Inside is a telling comment on the only countermeasure to be taken so far: the ban on toners of a certain weight. “Who is the genius who came up with this suggestion?” jeer the editors. “Do you think we have nothing to send but printers?” (Incidentally, I recommend this analysis of the latest issue of Inspire, written by Shiraz Maher of the International Center for the Study of Radicalization at King’s College, London.)

Read the whole thing here.

Stumbling Block

Have you read Julian Jaynes’s provocative 1977 book The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind? In it the author, a Princeton psychologist, argued that human self-consciousness — the real McCoy, the “I am, and I am aware that I am” reflective consciousness that is, for us, the essence of being human, and the foundation of all moral obligation — is a very recent innovation, the result of a radical annealing of our psyche that happened after the Homeric era.

For Jaynes, there was a profound difference between perception and action on the one hand, and self-aware consciousness on the other. He gave the example of a man driving a car while having an engaging conversation. Miles pass as the driver negotiates the twists and turns of the highway, moves from lane to lane, and changes speed to accommodate the other cars around him. Much later he returns his attention to the road, and realizes that he has no memory at all of his driving all that distance; though he may remember well what was said, the complex actions of driving the car proceeded altogether mechanically, and quite unconsciously. Now subtract out the conversation, and what is left is what Jaynes imagined preconscious Man to be: a perceiving, behaving machine.

Jaynes further supposed that before our transformation, the operation of our minds was “bicameral”: there was one part that acted in an executive role, and another that heard the commands of the first part as voices of the gods — in just the same way that schizophrenics hear imperative, disembodied voices today — and acted on them, with no more consciousness than our imaginary motorist’s consciousness of driving the car down the highway.

Jaynes argued — persuasively enough that his view is still the subject of lively debate thirty-three years later — that it was not until the commanding Self began to fuse with the perceiving, reacting Hearer that our modern composite, self-aware consciousness began to form. (For our February 2006 post about Jaynes’s book, and a good comment thread, see here.)

The point that I want to emphasize here is that in Jaynes’s opinion, we are capable of a very great variety of sophisticated perception, intention, and behavior without needing to be conscious at all. We can function very capably in a completely mechanical way.

These ideas — that we are capable of sophisticated unconscious behavior, that a great deal of our cognition, planning, and perception is in fact completely unconscious, and that without some degree of reflective self-awareness we cannot claim to be conscious in any meaningful way — are by no means Jaynes’s alone. Freud persuaded the world that there were such things as completely unconscious emotions, motives, and intention, and the idea that we are, in the absence of guided inner work, little more than talking machines is central to a number of esoteric systems, most notably perhaps that of Gurdjieff (see various posts here).

In this past Sunday’s New York Times Book Review I found a critique, by the eminent philosopher of mind Ned Block, of a new book called Self Comes to Mind: Constructing the Conscious Brain. The book is by Antonio Damasio, a leading neuroscientist and explorer of the physiological underpinnings of the human mind.

In his book, Damasio takes a firm Gurdjieffian/Jaynesian position: that “phenomenal awareness”, or, as Block describes it in his review, “what it is like to have a headache, taste chocolate or see red”, is not in any sense really “consciousness” in the absence of self-consciousness: that self-consciousness is necessarily prior to any real subjectivity.

I think this is correct, and it is gratifying to see this view defended by a researcher of Dr. Damasio’s stature. Ned Block is having none of it, though, and he raises various objections, none of which I see as terribly persuasive.

First, Dr. Block refers to an exchange between Julian Jaynes and the philosopher W.V.O. Quine:

The philosopher W. V. Quine once told me that he thought Jaynes might be on to something until he asked Jaynes what it was like to perceive before consciousness was invented. According to Quine, Jaynes said it was like nothing at all ”” exactly what it is like to be a table or a chair. Jaynes was denying that people had experiential phenomenal consciousness based on a claim about inflated self-consciousness.

This is presented withouth further elaboration, as though it is some sort of reductio ad absurdum; it is nevertheless precisely Jaynes’s and Damasio’s (and Gurdjieff’s) point that in the complete absence of self-aware consciousness, we are entirely justified in denying “experiential” phenomenal consciousness. The assertion may be a radical one, but it is coherent, and Block’s anecdote is certainly not a counter-argument; it is nothing more than an incredulous stare.

Next, Dr. Block offers an example of a patient in a persistent vegetative state:

You may have noticed an exciting report a few years ago of a patient in a persistent vegetative state (defined behaviorally) studied by the neuroscientists Adrian Owen and Steven Laureys. On some trials, the two instructed the patient to imagine standing still on a tennis court swinging at a ball, and on others to visualize walking from room to room in her home. The patient, they found, showed the same imagistic brain activations (motor areas for tennis, spatial areas for exploring the house) as normally conscious people who were used as controls.

More such cases have since been discovered, and this year Owen and Laureys described a vegetative-state patient who was able to use the tennis/navigation alternation to give yes-or-no answers to five of six basic questions like “Is your father’s name Alexander?’ These results are strong evidence ”” though not proof ”” of phenomenal consciousness in some of those who showed no behavioral signs of it. But Damasio scoffs, saying that these results “can be parsimoniously interpreted in the context of the abundant evidence that mind processes operate nonconsciously.’ His skepticism appears to be grounded in the fact that these patients show no clear sign of self-consciousness and thus constitute a potential roadblock in front of his theory.

Again, we have here no evidence of subjectively aware consciousness, but rather of areas of the brain reacting in the same way they would be expected to react in a healthy person. To be sure, these are murky waters here: an unambiguous objective test for subjective consciousness is the Holy Grail of both neuroscience and the philosophy of mind. But again, Dr. Block is not refuting anything here: he dismisses Dr. Damasio’s suggestion that what we see here is mere neurological reaction, devoid of real subjective awareness, as mere “scoffing”, while he in turn scoffs at Dr. Damasio’s assertion on no more solid basis than that it must surely be obvious that “real” consciousness must surely attend such examples of perception and reaction.

Dr. Block presses Dr. Damasio somewhat more effectively with his next objection: dreaming.

Damasio also stumbles over dreaming. In dreams, phenomenal consciousness can be very vivid even when the rational processes of self-consciousness are much diminished. Damasio describes dreams as “mind processes unassisted by consciousness.’ Recognizing that the reader will be puzzled by this claim, he describes dreaming as “paradoxical’ since the mental processes in dreaming are “not guided by a regular, properly functioning self of the kind we deploy when we reflect and deliberate.’ But dreaming is paradoxical only if one has a model of phenomenal consciousness based on self-consciousness ”” on knowledge, rationality, reflection and wakefulness.

Here we do have a more difficult question. Dreams are a form of subjective experiencing, and they are obviously different from waking consciousness; indeed, the practice of “conscious dreaming” is not uncommon in South Asian esoteric systems. But I would argue that even if the perceptions in dreams are not actual physical responses to stimuli from the outer world, we may regard them as neurological “mock-ups”, to which the dreaming self-awareness stands in a similar relation as it does with the perceptions it receives during ordinary wakefulness. In other words, it is still the case that even in dreams, self-consciousness, however encapsulated it may be from the real world, is necessary for subjective consciousness of the mocked-up perceptions it is fed by the sleeping brain.

Finally, Dr. Block cites experiments in attention:

In one experiment, the Israeli neuroscientist Rafi Malach presented subjects with pictures and asked them to judge their own emotional reactions as positive, negative or neutral ”” a self-oriented, introspective task. He then presented different subjects with the same pictures and asked them to very quickly categorize the pictures as, for example, animals or not. Of course these subjects were seeing the pictures consciously, but Malach found that the brain circuits involved in scrutinizing self-reactions (as indicated by the emotional reaction task) were inhibited in the fast categorization task. Subjects also rated their self-awareness as high in the emotional reaction task and low in the fast categorization task. As Malach puts it, these results comport with “the strong intuitive sense we have of ”˜losing our selves’ in a highly engaging sensory-motor act.’

From a Gurdjieffian perspective, this is simple: for those who have not practiced this sort of inner work, maintaining a self-reflective fragment of attention pointed back toward oneself is slow and effortful, and under stress, we act more mechanically. Dr. Block assumes that “Of course these subjects were seeing the pictures consciously” but I suspect that they were seeing them less consciously than before, and that in general they performed the second drill far more mechanically. (One common assumption is that consciousness is either “on” or “off”, but anyone who has made the sort of careful self-observation that systems like the Gurdjieff work require knows that there are continuous gradations of consciousness.)

I don’t think Dr. Block has made his case, and I’ll be interested to read Dr. Damasio’s book. You can read the review here.

(I’ve also just noticed that all the excerpts I’ve included from Ned Block’s review are indented using an HTML <blockquote> tag. Given the context, I think that’s kind of funny.)

The Gropes Of Wrath

In a recent editorial about the airport-security brouhaha, the Times reiterates the usual liberal cant as regards profiling. We read:

Seeing conservative Republicans accuse the Obama administration of trying too hard to protect America from terrorists is a remarkable spectacle of contortion. But many of them are making a far more pernicious point. They want the government to start “profiling’ passengers on the basis of ethnicity or nationality or personal history to single out those most likely to commit terrorism. That would spare decent people from the indignity of a backscatter machine.

It would spare them a potentially dangerous blast of radiation, too, as we noted here.

The Gray Lady continues:

But terrorists, tragically, aren’t fools, and constantly adapt to the screening regimes. Before the T.S.A. started searching for bombs in shoes, underwear or printer cartridges, that’s where they were hidden. If terrorists learn that elderly white women from Iowa are exempt from screening, that’s exactly whom they will recruit.

Read that again: “If terrorists learn that elderly white women from Iowa are exempt from screening, that’s exactly whom they will recruit.”

Do these people even think about what they’re writing? It’s things like this that make me miss S.J. Perelman (peace be upon him); were he still with us, this ludicrously fanciful assertion would no doubt have been the germ of a boffo vignette, in his inimitable style.

At any rate, it was too much for one Edward Jay Epstein, a reader of James Taranto’s Best of the Web newsletter. Mr. Epstein had this to say:

The editors of the New York Times, though their concern over profiling may be well-intentioned, are underestimating the challenge Al Qaeda faces in recruiting elderly white women in Iowa.

OK, the Russians succeeded in recruiting white men such as Aldrich Ames in the CIA and Robert Hanssen in the FBI to steal secrets, But that coup required only getting these spies to deliver copies of documents to a dead drop, and in return for this relatively safe job, they were offered millions of dollars in useful cash.

Recruiting elderly white women from Iowa to conceal high explosives in their body cavities to blow themselves up aboard an airplane is far more difficult. Even assuming elderly white women from Iowa are more technically proficient than the Muslim male shoe bomber and underwear bomber, and are not grounded by a fear of flying, some inducement would have to be offered to persuade elderly white women from Iowa to undertake suicide missions.

Unlike the Muslim male candidates offered 40 awaiting virgins in paradise, elderly white women from Iowa presumably are not Muslim and have no need of virgins. Nor is ideology a likely incentive, since al Qaeda makes few provisions for women’s rights, senior citizen discounts, or the extension of Medicare benefits. This means that the only incentive an Al Qaeda recruiter can offer elderly white women from Iowa is cash, which has limited utility to someone about to commit suicide.

If my analysis is correct, the fear over unpatted-down elderly white women from Iowa blowing themselves up is overblown.

Indeed. Mr. Taranto responds:

The Times’s underlying objection to profiling surely is not that it would leave us vulnerable to elderly white female Iowan terrorists but that it’s unfair for innocent young Arab Muslim men to receive greater scrutiny than innocent old white Christian ladies. That’s “discrimination.” Better to treat everyone as a potential terrorist.

No doubt an innocent young Arab Muslim has reason to feel aggrieved if he’s singled out for scrutiny merely because his religion and ethnicity match those of many terrorists. But grandma can hardly be faulted for resenting it when the TSA agent touches her junk in order to assuage the Arab Muslim’s feelings.

Meanwhile, it does seem as if Americans are beginning to shake off the spell of radical anti-discrimination. Over at View From The Right, Lawrence Auster summarizes:

It is among the evils, and perhaps is not the smallest, of democratical governments, that the people must feel, before they will see. When this happens, they are roused to action””hence it is that this form of government is so slow.

”” George Washington to Henry Knox, March 8, 1787.

It should have happened nine years ago, when President Bush, in order to avoid ethnic profiling of Muslims, inaugurated the “treat all Americans as potential Muslim terrorists’ regime in the nation’s airports, instead of doing what he should have done, which was to treat all potential Muslim terrorists as potential Muslim terrorists. But now it is happening: the American people are openly calling for profiling. Why? As I’ve said many times, quoting George Washington, people living in a democratic society will not resist an evil on the basis of reason alone; they will only resist it when it becomes unbearable to them. The American people should have regarded the humiliating and emasculating airport security regime of the last nine years, designed solely to avoid discriminating against Muslims, as unbearable and protested against it, but they didn’t. Now, however, the naked-body-scan-and-grope policy has accomplished what nine years of a somewhat lower level of mass humiliation in airports did not achieve: it has brought the liberal prohibition of discrimination to the point where it has become literally unbearable to us, and we are rising up against it.

Stux Redux

A little while back we posted an item about the purpose of the sophisticated “Stuxnet” computer virus, which appears to have been aimed at Iran’s nuclear program. Everybody agrees it was one hell of a piece of work.

Now, here’s an update on how it did what it did.

This is some serious programming, folks. An expert cited in the article linked above described it as “like the arrival of an F-35 into a World War I battlefield”.

(I guess they’re still working on the Sukhoi T-50 version.)

Happy Thanksgiving

To all. And my thanks to you, readers.

Nuts To You!

I’m working late again tonight, and haven’t had the time to write anything interesting, or to work on any of the longer posts I’ve been gestating. So here’s some truly shameless filler.

Flight Risk

Because of our reluctance to take a more commonsense approach to airport screening, fliers now have two choices: groping of their privates by the TSA, or exposure to full-body X-ray scanners that not only amount to a visual strip-search, but also subject passengers (especially those who fly often) to worrisome levels of radiation. We have been reassured that the scanners pose no more radiation risk than, say, cosmic-ray exposure during flight, but in a letter to White House science czar John Holdren, a group of experts from UCSF explain that the hazard is far greater than we are led to believe.

The reason is that these scanners employ a type of radiation that is designed not to penetrate deeply into the body, but rather to be scattered by the skin. This means that, in contrast to cosmic rays, whose effects are distributed throughout the body’s volume, the radiation dosage at the surface of the body is “orders of magnitude” higher. For example, melanocytes in the skin — that’s where melanoma develops — appear to be getting a good blast from these devices.

Here’s the letter.

(Hat tip: Dennis Mangan.)

Brave New World

We’re back from our brief getaway, but after the long drive home I’m too pooped to post. So for tonight, here’s a heartening vision of humanity’s future: a legion of adoring fans lifted to ecstasy by a singing hologram in the form of a pubescent, pigtailed puttana.

The High Road

The lovely Nina and I are recuperating in the Outer Cape for the weekend, so there’ll be none of the usual long-winded bloviation here for now.

Instead, here’s an enjoyable diversion, featuring an extraordinary young Scotsman and some lovely footage of my ancestral homeland.

Larry Evans, 1932-2010

Yesterday’s paper brought more sad news: the death of American chess grandmaster Larry Evans.

Mr. Evans, though never quite in the uppermost echelon of world-championship candidates, was nevertheless among the strongest players in the world for decades, and was a frequent U.S. champion. He was also a prolific and beloved author, columnist, and analyst; I have several of his books on my chess shelf, and I had followed his regular contributions to Chess Life since I was a boy. (I even got to meet him once, at a tournament at New York’s McAlpin Hotel sometime back in the early 70s.)

You can read his New York Times obituary here, and his USCF obituary here — and you can look over a few of his games here.

Allan Sandage, 1926-2010

Astronomy lost one of its most luminous stars on Saturday with the death of Allan Sandage, protégé of Edwin Hubble, and one of the greatest observers of all time.

From Dennis Overbye’s obituary in the Times:

Over more than six decades, Dr. Sandage was like one of those giant galaxies that sit at the center of a cluster of galaxies, dominating cosmic weather. He wrote more than 500 papers, ranging across the cosmos, covering the evolution and behavior of stars, the birth of the Milky Way galaxy, the age of the universe and the discovery of the first quasar, not to mention the Hubble constant, a famously contested number that measures the rate of expansion of the universe. Dr. Sandage pursued the number with his longtime collaborator, Gustav Tammann of the University of Basel in Switzerland.

Do read the whole thing, here.

First As Farce

President Obama published a children’s book today, called Of Thee I Sing. In the book, which takes the form of a “tender, beautiful letter to his daughters”, he praises various figures from American history.

We note in passing that among the “great Americans” profiled is Sitting Bull, who is best known for having led a massacre of U.S. servicemen; that’s rather an odd choice for the sitting Commander-In-Chief of the United States Army to make. But various others have already taken up this angle with some emotion, and I’ll pass over it here without further comment.

I do think, however, that had Mr. Obama had a slightly more mainstream American upbringing, he might have chosen a different title for his book. On hearing it, I recalled that the title Of Thee I Sing had already been taken, some years ago, by a popular theatrical production — one that makes his choice of it, under the current political circumstances, seem unfortunately apt.

Learn more here.

Oops!

It appears that the linked video in our recent post Is This A Great Civilization, Or What? wasn’t working for some readers. I’ve since found it on YouTube, and updated the link.

Fine Motor Control

Readers may recall the “Stuxnet” computer virus that appeared in the news a few months ago. It was widely assumed that the malware was aimed, probably by Israel, at Iran’s Bushehr nuclear plant.

The code has now been very thoroughly analyzed, and it seems it had a tightly focused purpose: to sabotage uranium-refinement centrifuges by fiddling with the operating frequency of their electronic controllers.

Learn more here (and for the real nitty-gritty, here).

Is This a Great Civilization, Or What?

OK, readers, here it is, all in one: what we’re fighting for, and why we’ll win.

Have a look.

If this isn’t the zenith of human endeavor, I don’t know what is.

(Yet another hat-tip to the indefatigable JK.)

There On The Sad Height

Writing in The Guardian, journalist Andrew Anthony has just published a recent interview with Christopher Hitchens — who though ravaged by cancer refuses to go gentle, and whose words still fork some lightning.

An excerpt:

“I learned that very often the most intolerant and narrow-minded people are the ones who congratulate themselves on their tolerance and open-mindedness. Amazing. My conservative friends look at me and say, ‘Welcome to the club. What took you so long?’ Well that’s what it took and I think it’s worth recording.”

The hinge events, of course, were the 9/11 attacks on New York and Washington. He had previously held positions that were unpopular on the left ”“ preferring the British government to the Argentinian fascist junta during the Falklands conflict, and calling for American intervention to stop the ethnic cleansing in Bosnia ”“ but his support for the toppling of the Taliban in Afghanistan proved to be a step too far for his anti-imperialist comrades.

Hitchens genuinely believes radical or jihadist Islam to be an existential threat to civilisation. First because it is a pronounced enemy of free speech and social liberty and has succeeded in intimidating and silencing civilians across “an extraordinary number of countries in Europe” and the rest of the world. And second, he says, “because it has potential access to weapons of mass destruction.” In the end, he argues, there are no pain-free options. You have to choose which future regret you’re going to have.

“I was at a Hezbollah rally in Beirut about two and a half years ago,” he says. “Very striking. Everyone should go. But of the many things that impressed me about it, having the mushroom cloud as the party flag in an election campaign was the main one. You wouldn’t want to look back and think, I wish I’d noticed that being run up. Now I can give you all the reasons that it’s bombast on their part. Still, I know which regret I’d rather have.”

There appear to be two main criticisms of this stance. Either people think he’s a bonkers Islamophobe ”“ though many who do were content enough to leave Muslims to their bloody fate in Bosnia ”“ or they believe such antagonistic talk only serves to create the problem it seeks to prevent. Hitchens is contemptuous of the former, but scathing of the latter. He says that those who tell him to tread more softly believe that the price of not doing so is more violence. “Oh I see, so you’re always aware when you’re contesting the holders of this view of the threat that lies behind it? Would you care for their opinions if it wasn’t for that? Or are you telling me you’d be reading their stuff just for the sheer pleasure of it. I don’t think so. If you say that this looks like war, you’re accused of liking it. Not true. Demonstrably not true.”

Demonstrably? Certainly he can sound like he enjoys the conflict. He has said that he experienced “a feeling of exhilaration” while watching the World Trade Centre collapse on 11 September. “Here we are then,” he later recalled thinking, “in a war to the finish between everything I love and everything I hate. Fine. We will win and they will lose.”

Read the interview here.

Also: despite his illness, Mr. Hitchens appeared on stage in New York a month ago to debate Hassan al-Banna’s grandson, Tariq Ramadan, on the topic “Is Islam a Religion of Peace?” I’ve just found that a webcast of the debate is available online, for a fee of $1.95, here.

Unhappy Wanderers

The importance of mindfulness — the mastery of one’s attention, and the practiced ability to maintain conscious awareness of our subjective experience in the present moment — is a major principle of Buddhism, Sufism, the Gurdjieff work, and, I suspect, just about every esoteric system of inner development. (I’ve mentioned it before, for example here and here.)

A new study showing a correlation between “mind-wandering” and unhappiness supports the view that there is genuine value in mindfulness, for those who had any doubts.

Here.

Follow-up Question

Here in New York City, we stand in a lot of lines. The customary procedure — at, say, one of our archetypal delis, during lunch hour — has always been for the person behind the counter to holler “NEXT!!!” when it’s time for the queue to shuffle forward. It’s blunt, simple, and gets right to the point, which is how we like things around here.

A couple of decades ago, as the city tried to show a slightly more genteel face to the world, a cutesy-poo refinement appeared on the scene:

“Can I help the next customer?”

It took some getting used to, but now I hardly notice it.

Lately, though, a disturbing mutation has spread throughout the city. I first noticed it at a Starbucks, and thought it was just a grotesque, localized aberration, but now it’s everywhere:

“Can I help the following guest?”

First of all, hotels have “guests”. Delis have customers. But what really throws me into queasy disequilibrium, every time I hear it, is that “following”. I always expect names to be read off afterward, as in:

“Would the following guests please report to the delousing station immediately: Mr. Princip, Mr. Guiteau, Mr. Czoglosz… “

It’s all too much for me, and I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this one. But here’s what I’ve been wondering: is this bizarre neologism local to New York, or has it metastasized? What say you, readers?

Nice!

In today’s science news, a huge pair of melon-shaped objects has the boffins goggling in amazement.

“They’re big,’ said Doug Finkbeiner of the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics, who has been studying them intently.

“Wow,” said Princeton’s David Spergel.

Story here.

Inside Job

Among the myriad wavelets in last week’s conservative electoral tsunami was a measure passed in Oklahoma banning the application of sharia, or Islamic law, in that state.

Sharia, you say? In Oklahoma?? Fair enough. But the referendum was inspired, no doubt, by a look around at other theoretically secular Western polities such as England, in which the steady and stealthy process of dawa jihad has progressed somewhat further than it has in America, and where there are already official sharia courts. The ounce-of-prevention measure was clearly intended to send a “don’t even think about it” message to Islamists working behind the scenes here in the dar al-Harb. Yes, it should go without saying — I quite agree — that there will never be sharia law in Oklahoma. Once upon a time it would have gone without saying that there would never be sharia law in England.

Not a few coastal sorts objected that the bill unfairly singles out Muslim law, while saying nothing other religious traditions. But this is plainly disingenuous: there is no worldwide struggle underway between modern secular nations and those who would impose a global regime based on Jewish law, Hindu law, Buddhist law, Zoroastrian law, or, indeed, anything but sharia. Islam differs from other religions in that it is more than a religion.

Others complained that the law was entirely unnecessary — comparable, say, to outlawing the hunting in Oklahoma of Komodo dragons, or the sale of Ford Pintos with more than 150,000 miles on the odometer. But if so, no problem: the law mandates no new government bureaucracies, does nothing to restrict the liberties of Oklahomans, and drains not a dollar from the Sooner fisc.

But there is one group that is adversely affected by the new legislation: those who actually would like to see sharia become the lex Americana someday, and who struggle tirelessly toward that holy aim. Among that number is the prominent Muslim Brotherhood front group known as the Council on American-Islamic Relations. Predictably, it did not take them long to push back, in the form of a lawsuit based on the fanciful proposition that the Oklahoma measure restricts religious freedom — and it took them no time at all to find a willing abettor in federal magistrate Vicki Miles-LaGrange, who promptly issued a blocking injunction.

The new Oklahoma law, as well as Arizona S.B.1070, should be seen as entirely natural defensive responses, by a living cultural organism, to genuine environmental threats. That the government of the United States should act to suppress its own immune system in this way — as it has in Arizona — is further evidence of a grave and potentially lethal dysfunction.

Story here.

Lily, Painted

I’ve twice mentioned my mother-in-law, Lily Renée Phillips, in these pages — first here, a few years back, and then again just a few months ago, when an article about her appeared in Newsweek.

Now, fittingly, she has herself appeared in a panel of a syndicated comic strip, which was found and sent our way today by my old friend, noted Sacramento lawyer Jess Kaplan. Here.

Update: I must add that the depiction is rather an unsatisfactory one: it describes Lily as having had a “wealthy” upbringing, which is certainly an exaggeration, and shows her as a rather sour-faced old woman, rather than as the striking beauty she was.

Looking Back

Here’s Leon Russell, in a clip from the old TV show Shindig! I was eight years old.

Don’t Get Cocky

Charles Krauthammer has written a good piece on the recent election. In particular he makes clear that this is very definitely not Republican Beatlemania:

This is not, however, a rejection of Democrats as a party. The center-left party as represented by Bill Clinton remains competitive in every cycle. (Which is why he was the most popular, sought-after Democrat in the current cycle.) The lesson of Tuesday is that the American game is played between the 40-yard lines. So long as Democrats don’t repeat Obama’s drive for the red zone, Democrats will cyclically prevail, just as Republicans do.

Nor should Republicans overinterpret their Tuesday mandate. They received none. They were merely rewarded for acting as the people’s proxy in saying no to Obama’s overreaching liberalism. As one wag put it, this wasn’t an election so much as a restraining order.

The Republicans won by default. And their prize is nothing more than a two-year lease on the House. The building was available because the previous occupant had been evicted for arrogant misbehavior and, by rule, alas, the House cannot be left vacant.

Read it here.

(Hat tip: David Duff.)

A Jolly Good Sport

You may not have visited the popular left-wing website The Daily Kos for while; perhaps you have formed the opinion that it was nothing more than a soapbox for unhinged, spittle-flecked, anti-establishment moonbats. If so, you will be pleasantly surprised to read this gracious post, published by ethnic bridge-builder Tim Wise on the occasion of the recent election.

Mr. Wise, a saintly man who works tirelessly to heal the ancient divisions of culture and ethnicity that have far too long obstructed the path toward universal brotherhood, exemplifies the finest traditions of the visionary Left. His gentle heart o’erbrimm’d with love, he reaches out to the heartland — to all the good simple American people who have made this great nation the beacon of freedom, prosperity, and tolerance that it is today — with a timely (and yet, somehow, timeless) message of comity and reconciliation.

We owe a hat tip to Dennis Mangan for bringing this uplifting essay to wider attention.

As Good As It Gets

“To err is human.” When it comes to what we do, there’s usually plenty of room for improvement. But when it comes to what we are, it turns out that isn’t always the case.

Natalie Angier explains.

Not Just A Place

Ah, Election Night at last! The wigs are accumulating on the green even as I write. It will be some time before the casualty count is tallied, however — so for tonight, we need a little diversion, with an appropriately conservative theme. I’ve found just the thing, from the fertile pen of John Derbyshire, who, in the latest edition of his monthly Diary, waxes nostalgic (as we greying sorts are prone to do) for a time when England was still England.

As everyone of a certain age can tell you, Western Civ. peaked in the early 1960s. It’s been pretty much downhill since then. Philip Larkin nailed it as only a poet can: “Life was never better than / In nineteen sixty-three.’ That was the year I left home and went to college in London.

One year earlier than that, in 1962, London Transport ”” the MTA of that time and place ”” produced the best promotional movie ever made by a transit authority. (Not, I’ll admit, a crowded field.) LT have put it on their website, where you can watch it. The movie’s name is “All That Mighty Heart’ ”” a line from a Wordsworth sonnet, as anyone with a grade-school education in 1962 England could have told you. The movie closes 23 minutes later with an even more atmospheric sonnet: Thomas Hood’s “Midnight.’ In between you get a day in the life of the city, with a gentle emphasis on the work of the transit authority.

Nostalgia? Oh boy. Here is London as I recall my first acquaintance with it, a mere 20 years on from Orwell’s observation of “crowds in the big towns, with their mild knobby faces, their bad teeth and gentle manners.’ The teeth are actually pretty good; but this is a promotional movie, and anyone showing much tooth display is an actor. The young women are slight and pretty in their big skirts and cardies, just as I remember them. (When did everybody get so fat?) The middle-aged women still wear hats, as do the older men. Hats ”” I’m talking real hats, not baseball caps ”” were well on the way out, a social change usually blamed on John F. Kennedy, but with causes probably deeper.

Even more evocative than the sights are the sounds: the fruity tones of John Slater introducing Housewives’ Choice, a music-request program for housewives ”” which is to say, heteronormatively married females brutally excluded from the workforce by the oppressive patriarchal conspiracy. (The first caller, name of Elsie ”” when did we stop naming our daughters Elsie? ”” requests “a gay tune.’ John gives her Johann Strauss’s “Tritsch Tratsch Polka.’ Why not Tchaikovsky or Benjamin Britten?) We also get the even fruitier tones of Jack de Manio announcing something or other, then the fine old rustic buzz of cricket commentator John Arlott.

It’s all so heartbreakingly English. The transit workers, who greet each other by name when changing shifts, are Bill, Bob, Tom, and Ted. Strangers are addressed as “chum’ or “love,’ depending on sex . . . sorry, “gender.’ The advertisements are so diffident you wonder why anyone bothered to buy anything: “More and More People Prefer Senior Service’ (a brand of cigarette). It’s still Orwell-land, more or less: a nation with plenty of squabbles, tensions, and injustices, but long familiar with itself, at ease in its own skin. A nation, not just a place, which is all England is today.

(Footnote: Those two transit workers in the canteen at 11m10s: If they’re not engaged in adultery, they’re doing a darn good imitation of it.)

A Class By Itself

We’ve been hearing an awful lot during this election cycle about our aloof “elites” (a demographic segment that generally overlaps what Scott Rasmussen defines as “the political class”). Members of the group in question understandably bristle at the characterization, preferring to imagine that they are the salt of the earth. (“Elite? Moi??”)

In case you missed it, Charles Murray published an opinion piece recently in which he asserts that this “new elite” indeed exists, and describes its encapsulated habitat.

Read it here.

Roll Over, Geert

Well, here’s a surprising development, brought to our attention by the indefatigable JK: in this video clip, we see liberal stalwart Bill Maher breaking ranks with party orthodoxy, and expressing public concern about the usurpation of Western culture by Islam.

This is not actually an inconsistent position for Mr. Maher, whose scorn for religion he has made the theme of an entire feature film (which I haven’t seen). He also makes clear that his position has nothing to do with racism. He is going to have a hard time of it, though, I think, because even if his newly awakened concern (it seems only now to have dawned on him that Islam might in fact present an existential threat to the West that has nothing to do with terrorism) is not in any way racist, it is nevertheless discriminatory, and is therefore in violation of a central tenet of liberalism (despite the capacity to make such discriminations being essential to the immune system of any viable organism or society).

Mr. Maher’s on-air persona is smug, and frequently obnoxious, but he is a spirited and intelligent man. Having called attention to the problem, he will now be forced, by what will surely be a withering blast of criticism from his left, either to recant or defend his remarks — and should he choose to defend them, it will be interesting to see where the process takes him. (He may, of course, go no farther than where most conservative public intellectuals have gone, which is simply to acknowledge the seriousness of the problem and then to fall completely silent as to what to do about it.)

It’s premature to hope that the destructive ideology of radical multiculturalism will be in full retreat anytime soon, but if Bill Maher is deserting, it’s a clear sign that morale is faltering at the front. When such a a prominent liberal defects, he might lead others to doubts as well; this is something that conservative voices simply cannot do.

More Is Less

Listening to Gotham’s news-radio station this morning as I performed my ablutions, I heard the following announcement in the business segment:

“Consumers are cutting back this holiday season, but not as much as in recent years.”

In other words, consumers are spending more this year than last year. How is that “cutting back”? Who writes this stuff?

This sort of thing drives me crazy. I’m starting to think I should stop listening to the news. Or at least cut back.

Days Of Swine And Roses

How utterly gormless has our moribund liberal Western culture become in its prostration before its nemesis?

A story making the rounds today should give you some idea. Here.

Call Ahead

Here’s an amusing distraction: someone has noticed, in a clip from Charlie Chaplin’s 1928 movie The Circus, what appears to be a woman talking on a cell phone.

Less amusing, for those of us of a certain age: that the newswoman relating the story seems not to know who “Charlie Chapman” is.

Here.

Of Politics And Polyads

Bill Vallicella, the Maverick Philosopher, wrote a sharp little post a couple of days ago about the divergent philosophical assumptions that inspirit the political struggle between liberals and conservatives. The problem, he argues, can be represented as an aporetic tetrad:

In illustration of my thesis, consider the the values of individual liberty and material (as opposed to formal) equality. I will assume that both are indeed values to which all of us accord respect. Even so, value conflict can arise in the form of a conflict of prioritizations. I value liberty over equality, while Peter, say, values equality over liberty. That difference suffices to put us at serious odds despite the fact that we both value liberty and equality. The conflict over prioritization — our difference as to which trumps which — makes the following aporetic tetrad objectively irresolvable:

1. Justice demands redistribution of wealth from the richer to the poorer. A just society is a fair society, one in which there is a fair distribution of the available social and economic goods.

2. Wealth redistribution requires an agency of redistribution which forces, via the coercive power of government, the better off to pay higher taxes, forego benefits, or in some other way compensate the worse off so that greater material equality is brought about.

3. Coercive redistribution violates the liberty of the individual.

4. It is wrong to violate the liberty of the individual in the way that redistribution requires.

It is easy to see that the limbs of this tetrad, despite the plausibility of each, cannot all be true: the first three, entail the negation of the fourth. Indeed, any three of them entails the negation of the remaining one. To solve the inconsistency problem, one of the propositions must be rejected. But which one? (2) and (3) are uncontroversial and so not candidates for rejection. This leaves (1) and (4).

The conservative/libertarian will reject (1) while the liberal/leftist will reject (4). Each will thus solve the problem — from his own point of view. But surely neither amounts to an objective solution to the problem since the solutions are logically incompatible and both are equally rational and equally consistent with all relevant empirical facts.

…I conjecture that all of the fundamental political problems are like this. All are at bottom philosophical problems representable by an aporetic polyad consisting of propositions which are individually plausible but not jointly consistent. If so, a certain political pessimism is the upshot. We cannot resolve our political differences by appeal to empirical facts or by abstract reasoning or by the two together. We are stuck with irreconcilable differences rooted in ultimately divergent values.

This is an excellent piece of work, I think, in fine Vallicella style: it frames the issues simply and clearly, and serves as a good starting-point for reflection and discussion. We should note that what Bill has limned here are of course the limiting cases, the poles at opposite ends of the political spectrum; we all know, however, that practical solutions to real-world problems are always some sort of trade-off, and I think it’s safe to say that none of us imagines the ideal society as occupying either extreme. (It is also not a new idea that enforcing radical equality of outcomes necessarily entails radical inequalities of power.) But the post nails down exactly what must be traded against what, and makes clear that at the heart of the matter lies a basic logical incompatibility between values that, taken by themselves, all would endorse.

A good comment-thread ensues. Read the post here.

(P.S. As I went to press with this just now, I saw that Bill had since published an update, here, which I originally overlooked: this update addresses squarely the ineliminable nature of inequality, mentioned parenthetically above.)

Mixed Message

We’ve been hearing for quite some time now that the stupendous haymaker awaiting the Democrats next week has nothing to do with amply justified outrage over their policies, tactics, and sneering unconcern for public opinion and the consent of the governed, but is simply the unfortunate result of how difficult it has been for them to get their “message” out to what Katie Couric recently called America’s “great unwashed middle”.

Mr. Obama has patiently explained to us that he and his selfless subordinates have been “more concerned with getting the policy right than getting the politics right”. He has patted us kindly on the head, reassuring us that of course he understands that simple folks like us get really scared when bad things happen, and that when we do, it’s just too hard for us to comprehend all those terribly difficult things — “facts” and “reason” and all that other other grown-up stuff — that He and the rest of the Good Guys have had to carry in their heads while they’ve been implementing enlightened reforms and improvements on our behalf.

James Taranto summed it all up nicely in today’s newsletter:

The Democrats’ message, in short, is that the Democrats are really lousy at delivering a convincing message. Since nobody finds this message convincing, it has a certain surface plausibility. But “We’re really lousy at delivering a message” is a lousy message–so the problem actually is one of substance, not delivery.

L’état, C’est Mike

To define the word “chutzpah”, the example usually given is that of a teen who murders his parents, and then insists that the court take mercy on an orphan.

And then there’s this.

(P.S. During the several seconds I spent diligently researching this story, I also came across this feisty little website, which tickled me no end.)

Fanning The Flames

Things have been getting hot in France, and are now doing so as well in Britain, as their social-welfare economies begin to collapse under their own weight. The latest update comes from London, where firefighters have decided to go on strike on Friday, November 5th.

For those of you who don’t know, the fifth of November is Guy Fawkes’ Day, which commemorates the foiling in 1605 of a plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament, assassinate King James, and restore Catholic rule. Britons throughout the land and around the world celebrate the narrow escape by burning effigies of Mr. Fawkes on bonfires, and by lighting fireworks. It is one of the year’s foremost occasions for unbridled merrymaking.

I remember a rhyme that my mother recited to me when I was a little boy:

Do you remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot?
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

For the firemen’s union to choose this day, of all days, for their strike is an enormously provocative gesture, and I’m sure passions will be inflamed. Let’s hope nothing else is.

Slow News Day

Not much to comment on tonight. The top story appears to be that Tony Blair’s sister-in-law, in what must surely be an irritating development for the former P.M., has made an ostentatious conversion to Islam. (This woman, whose name is Lauren Booth, has been a burr under Mr. Blair’s saddle for some time now. Meanwhile, Mr. Blair is himself a newly minted Catholic — so I imagine he’ll at least take some comfort in the thought that when she falls off the branch she’s now going to go straight to Hell.)

We have two new websites on the sidebar:

The first, a blog, comes to us by way of a tip from Radio Derb. It’s called Federale, and its anonymous host appears to be an immigration agent, or something like that. He writes well, and passes along a lot of inside skinny. Here.

The second is for you logophiles: The Hot Word.

Have a look.

2D, Or Not 2D?

A while back we took a look at physicist Craig Hogan’s curious idea that the Universe might actually be a kind of hologram. (For an explanation, and a very strange comment, have a look at the original post.)

Now Dr. Hogan is getting closer to putting his theory to the test. Learn more here, and here.

Mugged By Reality

Everybody’s talking about the Juan Williams firing. For those of you who have spent the past day or two under anesthesia, or held at gunpoint in an al-Qaeda safe-house, Juan Williams is the National Public Radio “on-air personality” who publicly spoke forbidden truths, and was immediately sacked and disfellowshipped for his heresy.

Here’s what happened, as reported at NPR’s website:

Williams appeared Monday on The O’Reilly Factor, and host Bill O’Reilly asked him to comment on the idea that the U.S. is facing a dilemma with Muslims.

O’Reilly has been looking for support for his own remarks on a recent episode of ABC’s The View in which he directly blamed Muslims for the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks. Co-hosts Joy Behar and Whoopi Goldberg walked off the set in the middle of his appearance.

Williams responded: “Look, Bill, I’m not a bigot. You know the kind of books I’ve written about the civil rights movement in this country. But when I get on the plane, I got to tell you, if I see people who are in Muslim garb and I think, you know, they are identifying themselves first and foremost as Muslims, I get worried. I get nervous.”

This is obviously a man who, despite his decade as a stalwart liberal workhorse for NPR, has gone completely over to the Dark Side, and is now just another hate-filled, bigoted racist.

Friends, this whole thing is suddenly reaching a tipping point. The keepers of radical multiculturist orthodoxy, crowded by the increasingly obvious truth into a tighter and tighter corner, are lashing out in panicky denial. When Juan Williams — Juan Williams! — is too right-wing, too xenophobic, too racist for the Party to tolerate, the endgame approaches.

Here’s Williams’s own account of his visit to the Holy Office:

Wednesday afternoon I got a message on my cell phone from Ellen Weiss, who’s the head of news at NPR, asking me to call. When I called back she said, “What did you say? What did you mean to say?’ And I said, “I said what I meant to say.’ Which is that it’s an honest experience that when I’m in an airport and I see people who are in Muslim garb, who identify themselves first and foremost as Muslims, I do a double take. I have a moment of anxiety or fear given what happened on 9/11. That’s just the reality. And she went on to say, “Well, that crosses the line.’ And I said, “What line is that?’ And she went on to somehow suggest that I had made a bigoted statement. And I said, “It’s not a bigoted statement.’ I, in fact, in the course of this conversation with Bill O’Reilly, said that we have, as Americans, an obligation to be careful to protect the constitutional rights of everyone in the country and to make sure we don’t have any outbreak of bigotry. But that there’s a reality. You cannot ignore what happened on 9/11 and you cannot ignore the connection to Islamic radicalism. And you can’t ignore the fact of what has been recently said in court with regard to this as the first drop of blood in a Muslim war in America. And then she said, “You know, this has been decided up the chain.’ I said, “You mean, I don’t even get the chance to come in and we do this eyeball-to-eyeball, person-to-person, have a conversation? I’ve been there for more than ten years. We don’t have that chance to have a conversation about this?’ And she said, “There’s nothing you can say that will change my mind. This has been decided above me and we’re terminating your contract.’

The forbidden act, of course, was that Williams dared to acknowledge that we here in the West have very good reason to “get nervous” about Islam itself, and not just violent terrorists.

As I said, everybody’s talking. Here are Lawrence Auster, Dennis Mangan, Victor Davis Hanson, Rich Lowry, Allahpundit, and Erick Ericson, for starters.

Meanwhile, as long as we are on the subject of Islam and the West: in case you missed Andrew McCarthy’s fine recent essay about political Islam and dawa jihad, you can read it here.

Blunt Talk

I’ve long argued that we ought to legalize marijuana — for several very good reasons, each of which would, I think, be compelling in its own right.

First of all, legalization would be a heavy, if not mortal, blow to the black-market economy that supports the drug gangs that have made Mexico an earthly hell of violent anarchy.

Second, it would in a stroke eliminate an entire criminal class here in America, an enormous population of otherwise upright citizens whose respect for our public institutions is necessarily eroded by these idiotic laws. In doing so it would also greatly ease the burden upon the criminal-justice infrastructure.

Third, it is an overreaching intrusion of the government into personal liberty to prohibit the recreational and medical use of this mildly psychoactive plant (whose ill effects, both socially and physiologically, are surely far less pervasively destructive than alcohol’s).

Fourth, legalization would turn an enormous governmental expenditure — the exorbitant cost of enforcing marijuana laws, and of prosecuting and incarcerating those who are arrested — into a hugely profitable new segment of the nation’s economic base.

With regard to that last, it seems that California’s reefer industry is already making a lot more money than the Golden State’s wineries do. Story here.

Is Multiculturalism In Retreat?

Ah, the many blessings of Diversity. What were they again?

It seems lately that all over the liberal Western world, native peoples are developing a nasty case of buyer’s remorse: it is finally dawning on them that the natural friction between dissimilar human groups in too-close proximity is, almost without exception always and everywhere, a mighty engine of tension, conflict and violent disaggregation. Our well-intentioned, but historically naive, ideology of radical multiculturalism — which has been raised by progressive political and academic elites to a kind of secular religion, with doubters and heretics vilified as “hate-filled” “racists” and “bigots” — is now beginning to be seen by an awakening multitude as a grotesque intellectual fraud, and a disastrous mistake.

Two widely read commentators published essays on the subject today.

First, here’s Thomas Sowell:

Somebody eventually had to say it ”” and German chancellor Angela Merkel deserves credit for being the one who had the courage to say it out loud. Multiculturalism has “utterly failed.’

Multiculturalism is not just a recognition that different groups have different cultures. We all knew that, long before multiculturalism became a cult that has spawned mindless rhapsodies about “diversity,’ without a speck of evidence to substantiate its supposed benefits.

…“We kidded ourselves for a while,’ Chancellor Merkel said, but now it was clear that the attempt to build a society where people of very different languages and cultures could “live side by side’ and “enjoy each other’ has “failed, utterly failed.’

This is not a lesson for Germany alone. In countries around the world, and over the centuries, peoples with jarring differences in language, culture, and values have been a major problem and, too often, sources of major disasters for the societies in which they coexist.

Even the tragedies and atrocities associated with racial differences in racist countries have been exceeded by the tragedies and atrocities among people with clashing cultures who are physically indistinguishable from one another, as in the Balkans or Rwanda.

Meanwhile, Patrick Buchanan offered a short piece of his own. While I often find myself in near-visceral disagreement with Mr. Buchanan on a variety of topics, he is a man of penetrating intelligence, and on this subject he sees clearly. The outlook is bleak:

Across Europe, there is a resurgence of ethnonationalism that is feeding the ranks of populist and anti-immigrant parties that are gaining respectability and reaching for power.

Austrian nationalists triumphed in 2008 when the Freedom Party of Joerg Haider and the Alliance for the Future of Austria together took 29 percent of the vote. The Swiss People’s Party of Christoph Blocher, largest in Bern, was behind the successful referendum to change the constitution to outlaw minarets and prohibit the wearing of burqas.

Hungary’s Jobbik Party, which to the Financial Times “sits squarely in Europe’s most repulsive arch-nationalist tradition and which blames Jews and Roma for the hardships of other Hungarians,” pulled 17 percent of the vote this year and entered parliament with 47 seats, up from zero seats in 2006.

The Sweden Democrats just captured 6 percent of the vote and entered parliament for the first time with 20 seats, joining right-wing folk parties in Norway and Denmark.

Geert Wilders, a rising figure in Dutch politics, was charged with hate speech for equating Islam and Nazism. In June, his Freedom Party swept past the ruling Christian Democrats, who lost half of their strength in parliament. “More security, less crime, less immigration, less Islam — that is what the Netherlands has chosen,” said Wilders.

In France, President Nicolas Sarkozy — one eye on Jean-Marie Le Pen’s National Front, the other on the 2012 elections — rejecting cries of “Nazism” and “Vichyism,” is dismantling Gypsy camps and deporting Gypsies to Romania. Milan is now following the French lead.

What is happening in Europe partakes of a global trend. Multiracial, multi-ethnic, multicultural nations are disintegrating.

Russians battle ethnic Muslim separatists in the North Caucasus. Seventy percent of Americans support an Arizona law to identify and expel illegal aliens. Beijing swamps the homelands of Tibetans and Uighurs with Han Chinese. India fights secession in Kashmir, Nagaland and the Naxalite provinces.

“Wars between nations have given way to wars within nations, ” said Barack Obama in his Nobel Prize address.

Ethnonationalism tore Mikhail Gorbachev’s Soviet Union and Josip Tito’s Yugoslavia into 22 separate nations, and is now tugging at the seams of all multi-ethnic states. Globalism is in retreat before tribalism.

Buchanan points out that it is probably too late for Europe, where the birthrate amongst its indigenous people has been far below replacement levels for far too long: an example, I think, of both the Darwinian maladaptiveness of secularism, and of the top-heaviness and decline in human capital that seems to arise without exception in advanced civilizations, and that leads eventually to their collapse.

Read Sowell’s article here, and Buchanan’s here.

Read also Jim Kalb’s outstanding series on inclusiveness, as discussed here.

Battle Royal

We’ve just got back to Gotham from a delightful weekend in Cape Cod — including a brief hop, courtesy of a friend with a a small plane, over to Martha’s Vineyard (where the lovely Nina and I first met, 35 summers ago).

During the drive back to the city, we listened in on a “debate” amongst the many candidates for the governorship of the Empire State. Our Dauphin, Andrew Cuomo (who is the Platonic form of the elite New York Democrat, will almost certainly win, and who gives me hives) made a thoroughly professional showing with no gaffes, while the volatile and rapidly self-immolating Republican challenger Carl Paladino was unfocused, inarticulate, and entirely unimpressive.

On the far left we heard from Socialist eat-the-rich racial-grievance-mongers, as well as the monomaniacally entertaining “Rent Is Too Damn High” party’s candidate, Jimmy McMillan.

Finally, there were two other candidates I actually started paying attention to: the Libertarian candidate Warren Redlich, and the Anti-Prohibition Party’s offering Kristin Davis, whose former occupation involved running a bordello (and who drew on her employment experience for a number of tart joculisms at the other politicians’ expense). She was surprisingly intelligent and well-spoken, seems to have a sound, small-government outlook, and favors, among other things, legalizing marijuana.

As matters stand, she has the coveted endorsement of this website.

Change Of Fortune

Well, the shouting is over, the dust has settled, the press have dashed off to file their dispatches, and there is a new champion speller here in Wellfleet: a fellow named Robert something, an amiable fellow who has finished in the top two or three for years. It came down to the two of us at the end, and I stumbled over a perfectly ordinary and familiar word: vicissitude. For some absolutely inexplicable reason, a mystery that will haunt me for at least the next year, I added an extra ‘c’.

Oh well, life has its ups and downs, they say.

Festschrift

We’re in Wellfleet for the weekend. It’s time once again for the Oysterfest, our little town’s annual celebration of its succulent and highly prized indigenous bivalve. (A local oysterman told me today that the festival, which is in its tenth year, is now the fourth-largest town fair in the country, though as we go to press I have no confirmation of that.)

If the prospect of live music, arts and crafts, and of course the opportunity to enjoy Wellfleet’s matchless mollusc served up in every way imaginable weren’t enough to draw immense crowds, there is also the festival’s annual Spelling Bee, where your humble correspondent will be defending his crown tomorrow just after midday.

It’s a cool and blustery October weekend here, with brooding skies, bursts of rain, and a piercing gale. I took a walk along the harbor earlier today, but didn’t linger by the water for long in the chilly blast and stinging, wind-borne sand. It was a dramatic scene, though, and I snapped a photo of it with my cell-phone:

For you Edward Hopper fans, this vantage point is about a hundred yards from where Hopper painted Capron House, shown below. The little shed at the far left of Hopper’s image is the same one you see in the photo’s right foreground. (The Capron house was home to the keeper of the peripatetic Mayo Beach light; the large building in the background of Hopper’s painting is the old Chequessett Inn, which stood on a wharf in the harbor and was destroyed by ice in 1934.)