Death Nail

Following on yesterday’s item about the death of the great Richie Hayward, the Washington Post’s Gene Weingarten gives us another decedent to mourn: the English language. Cause of death: email, texting, bloggers, and the decline of large-scale, professionally edited journalism.

We read:

The language’s demise took few by surprise. Signs of its failing health had been evident for some time on the pages of America’s daily newspapers, the flexible yet linguistically authoritative forums through which the day-to-day state of the language has traditionally been measured. Beset by the need to cut costs, and influenced by decreased public attention to grammar, punctuation and syntax in an era of unedited blogs and abbreviated instant communication, newspaper publishers have been cutting back on the use of copy editing, sometimes eliminating it entirely.

In the past year alone, as the language lay imperiled, the ironically clueless misspelling “pronounciation” has been seen in the Boston Globe, the St. Paul Pioneer Press, the Deseret Morning News, Washington Jewish Week and the Contra Costa (Calif.) Times, where it appeared in a correction that apologized for a previous mispronunciation.

On Aug. 6, the very first word of an article in the Winston-Salem (N.C.) Journal was “Alot,” which the newspaper employed to estimate the number of Winston-Salemites who would be vacationing that month.

The Lewiston (Maine) Sun-Journal has written of “spading and neutering.” The Miami Herald reported on someone who “eeks out a living” — alas, not by running an amusement-park haunted house. The Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star described professional football as a “doggy dog world.” The Vallejo (Calif.) Times-Herald and the South Bend (Ind.) Tribune were the two most recent papers, out of dozens, to report on the treatment of “prostrate cancer.”

Some will say that Mr. Weingarten is over-exaggerating the problem; that English isn’t really in such dire straights. Others could care less. But as a daily blogger, faultless English is my stock and trade, and I think that for all intensive purposes he’s right.

That’s my opinion, anyway. What’s your’s?

Richard Hayward, 1946-2010

Here’s a sad item that I missed while I was disconnected last month: drummer Richie Hayward, who since 1969 was the rhythmic anchor of the incomparable rock/blues/funk band Little Feat, died on August 14th of liver cancer and pneumonia. I was a huge fan of both Hayward and the band, and I am very sorry indeed to hear this news.

I got to work with Richie exactly once: on a two-day soundtrack session back in 1988 or so, at Cherokee Studios in LA, for the movie Bull Durham. The project was a real treat — the players included Dr. John, Bonnie Raitt, Little Feat bassist Kenny Gradney, and the great tenor player Bennie Wallace — but the biggest thrill of all for me was the chance to record Richie Hayward, on whom I had had a “drummer’s crush” since Little Feat’s founding. He turned out to be an easy-going, friendly fellow with a crackling sense of humor, and I liked him very much.

To us drummers, Richie was a giant, and he will be sorely missed. His New York times obituary is here, and there is a Wikipedia article about him here.

While I was poking around online looking for reactions to Richie Hayward’s death, I found one that stood out, on a fine blog I’d never run across before. The site is called Parking in Bitterman Circle, and it is the home of one Aron Michalski, who is a musician and roadie. He writes very well indeed, and I recommend his site to all.

Mr. Michalski’s post about Richie Hayward is titled The Drummer for Planet Earth’s House Band, and that about sums it up. You can read it here.

Also, imagine my surprise when I saw that the previous item on Mr. Michalksi’s blog was about Cape Cod’s own house band, the Incredible Casuals, who have been pummeling eardrums at the Wellfleet Beachcomber for the past 30 summers. (I’ve mentioned them myself in these pages, here and here, and the lovely Nina and I had in fact just taken in their penultimate Summer ’10 gig at the ‘Coma the weekend before Labor Day.) Read all about them here.

This’ll Cheer You Up

Tired of watching things go to hell here in America? Well, a change is as good as a rest, they say, and instead of brooding about our declining fortunes here at home, it might be refreshing to focus for a minute on how very badly things are going overseas. Our indefatigable sources have sent along two links.

The first concerns our latest arms deal with the Saudis. If you haven’t heard, we are selling them about $90 billion worth of advanced weaponry. Why? To maintain a regional balance of power with surging Iran. (It’s almost enough to make you miss Saddam.)

This is about as icky as it gets. While the Saudis, who view us with nothing but contempt, are busy with one hand buying military technology they could never in a million years have developed for themselves, with the other they are funding the overthrow of our civilization through a worldwide campaign of Wahhabist dawa. And where did they get the money in the first place? From selling us oil.

The second link concerns our impending loss of air supremacy, a result of massive development efforts by Russia and swaggering China, and our own abandonment of F-22 Raptor production (see here, for example, and here). We read:

The U.S. Air Force’s former top intelligence officer warned a roomful of generals this week that the U.S. has lost its air power advantages and is dangerously ill-prepared to stop the gap-closing efforts of China and Russia.

Lt. Gen. David Deptula, a former F-15 pilot, challenged Defense Secretary Robert Gates’ fundamental belief that U.S. air power vastly overmatches any foreign military.

…His presentation attempted to reopen more than just the F-22 fight, warning that from surface-to-air defenses to air-to-air fighters, the U.S. was letting others catch up. These future threats, he said, are now current.

It has long seemed to many observers that it was imprudent to halt manufacture of the still-unmatched F-22 in favor of the lesser F-35 Joint Strike Fighter, and now it seems the consequences are becoming apparent. I’m sure things are getting warm at the DOD.

I’ll tell you what, though: I’ll bet the Russians and the Chinese haven’t got one of these.

…And Then You Die

Writing a novel? I’m certainly not, but if you are, you might be interested to read a brief outline, by the Canadian author Margaret Atwood, of the scope of available plot-lines. (Thanks to my daughter ChloÁ« for providing me with the link.)

You can read Ms. Atwood’s exposition here, if you like, but I’ve also reproduced the whole thing below the fold.

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More Bang For The Buck

As readers may be aware, the nation’s economy has languished in dark depression for some time now. What can be done? Trillion-dollar Keynsian stimulus packages? A moratorium on government expansion, along with tax relief for the productive? Opinions vary.

Branding consultant Richard Smith thinks he may have the answer: redesign the dollar. Here.

Slippin’ Those Surly Bonds

Making the rounds yesterday was a video clip of some of the most astonishing flying I’ve ever seen. I didn’t even know things like this were possible.

The accompanying email offered the following information:

This is all real and there is no trick photography.

Not only is the airplane unbelievable but the pilot is also taking g-forces between about +8 and -4.

The airplane is an Edge 540 manufactured in Guthrie, Oklahoma.

The engine is 540 cu. inches, 10.5:1 compression ratio, has a Cold Air induction System and is fuel injected …. engine preparation done by Barrett Precision Engines. It makes 320 BHP @ 2850 RPM and weighs 385 lbs. The airplane can fly inverted until it runs out of gas.

The pilot is Kirby Chambliss – he is a Red Bull pilot and Captain for Southwest Airlines.

Download the clip here.

Elemental Fury

We’ve just had some very violent weather here in Brooklyn and other parts of Gotham. It all happened in the space of a few minutes, late this afternoon. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen. Many, many trees are down, cars smashed, etc., and I believe at least one person was killed.

There are photographs here. Many of them were taken only a few blocks from my house.

Déjà  Vu

Tea Party candidates made a strong showing in primary elections yesterday, and as a conservative sort myself I can’t say I was sorry to see it happen. The American people are roused to righteous anger, and by all indications, there are going to be an awful lot of wigs on the green come November.

Of course, Islam, another terribly polarizing topic, has lately been front and center too.

Here’s something I’ve been thinking about:

As the power and range of the Caliphate began to decline after its apex in the late Middle Ages, and an ascendant West began to push back against the Islamic empire with growing vigor and success, a great debate arose within the ummah. How could this be happening? How could mere infidels prevail against God’s mighty armies? How could people living in darkness and ignorance vanquish the Light of the World?

The crisis produced two opposing factions. One held the view, however distasteful, that in order to restore the power and glory of the Islamic enterprise, it was necessary for the ummah to humble itself a bit — to study the infidels’ ways and methods, and to adopt those ideas, technologies, and arts of war that had lately, and increasingly, given the unbelievers the upper hand at Islam’s bloody borders. Yes, it was shocking to imagine that civilized Muslims have anything to learn from unwashed heathens, but the plain fact was that the heathens were getting on top, and if the ummah would not learn from its defeats, all would likely be lost.

Nonsense, said the other side. All that the Caliphate needed to regain its former glory, they argued, had already been given to its people by God’s last Messenger. In the Koran and the hadith lay the answer. The problem was not that the Muslim world had been too inwardly directed, too withdrawn into tradition, to learn needed lessons from the infidels, but rather that it had not been faithful enough, and so had grown apart from God’s sheltering heart, from His wise guidance, and from His mighty hand. The faith needed no increased exposure to, and contamination by, the damnable ways of the infidel — instead, what it needed was purification.

Long ago, when a youthful, vigorous ummah had been rightly guided by the Prophet and his companions, it had been invincible, but over time Islam had become distorted, diluted, and dissipated by the meddling, shortsighted leadership of lesser men. Only by returning to the true source of Islam’s strength could things be put right — and that meant paring away hundreds of years of doctrinary accretion, and bringing every aspect of Muslim life back into congruence with the only sources of guidance known to be perfect and complete: the literal words of God, as revealed in the sacred text of the Holy Koran, and the ideal model of the perfect Muslim life, as exemplified by the words and deeds of the Prophet and his companions.

This latter view, known as Salafism (from the word salaf, referring to the Prophet’s inner circle) generally prevailed, and Islam — its face turned backward toward its long-dead founders and its immutable, sacred Book — entered a long, slow decline, as Western civilization gradually, and then explosively, created the modern world.

*        *        *

The nation that in time rose above all others to dominate that modern world was the United States. By the late twentieth century it had achieved prosperity and military power far beyond anything imaginable in the ancient world.

But things have begun to change. By key measures of health, wealth, and power, America’s pre-eminence is fading, while the strength and influence of other nations has grown. Once the leader of the world by almost any standard, America now, it seems to many, is at best primus inter pares. In global affairs, we are mired in endless and unproductive wars. At home there is ennui, disharmony, sloth, and economic, moral and cultural decay.

The crisis has produced two opposing factions. On one view, the answer is to humble ourselves a bit: to approach the rest of the world not as leaders, but as equals; to talk less and listen more — and, softening our traditional American pride, to learn to act less individually, and more collectively; to become more like Europe, say, and less like the Wild West.

Nonsense, says the other side. All that America needs to regain its former glory, they argue, has already been given to its people by by the Founding Fathers. The problem is not with our core ideals and principles of individual liberty, limited government, free enterprise, personal responsibility, and English-speaking, Judeo-Christian culture; it is that we have failed to live by them. What is needed to restore America to its lost glory is not to surrender our political and social culture, but to purify them.

Long ago, when a youthful, vigorous America was rightly guided by its founding ideals, it had been invincible, but over time the American system has become distorted, diluted, and dissipated by the meddling, shortsighted leadership of lesser men. Only by returning to the true source of America’s strength can things be put right — and that means paring away at least a century of governmental accretion, and bringing every aspect of American life back into congruence with the best source of guidance available to us in these troubled times: our sacred Constitution, and the correct understanding of its meaning, as exemplified for us by the words and deeds of the Founding Fathers.

The Tea Party, then, is essentially an American Salafist movement. The comparison may seem unkind, but it needn’t be seen that way, for there is no general truth as to whether rededication to founding principles is wise or foolish. It depends on the quality of the principles themselves, as well as the historical context — and, as is true always and in everything, it depends on one’s aim.

The Worm Turns

Back in July we looked at the details of an onerous provision hidden deep inside the recent health-care bill. It was a little booby-trap requiring that businesses file 1099-MISC forms for all purchases over $600 — mandating an enormous compliance burden on small businesses, in an effort to bleed enough private-sector money into the public fisc to make Democratic claims about Obamacare’s deficit-neutrality a smidge less mendacious. (Visit the link above to see how the sleight-of-hand was done: the provision was not inserted directly into the bill, but was discreetly slipped in as a reference to modifications in a completely different piece of legislation.)

Nobody seems to have noticed this “popcorn surprise” before the health-care bill was passed, and now many of the bill’s Democratic supporters have joined Republicans in an effort to remove it. A parliamentary maneouvre by Nancy Pelosi stymied the effort in the House, but today the Senate is having a go.

Learn more here.

Filler Time!

Some longer posts still being under construction, all I can offer tonight is a link or two from the Shameless Filler grab-bag.

First, I’ll bet all of you who frittered away the Cold War years in our nation’s amusement arcades did so secure in the knowledge that Our Side must ultimately triumph, due to our lop-sided advantage in video-game technology. After all, to name just a few, we had Donkey Kong, Pac Man, Frogger, Q*bert, Galaga, Space Invaders (and to seal the deal: Missile Command). What did the Russkis have? Just boring old chess, and those dorky nested dolls.

Well, we did prevail, of course, but it turns out it was a much closer thing than you may have thought. Learn more here.

What’s that? Too shameless for such somber times? Well then, on a more serious note, our reader JK has sent along a link to something a little less frivolous: Letters of Note, a website that describes itself as “an attempt to gather and sort fascinating letters, postcards, telegrams, faxes, and memos”. Go and have a look.

Oh, and before you go: what the hell is this?

WTF?

Schlechten Tag

Thanks to Kevin Kim for pointing out an HTML problem with last night’s post: the WordPress engine didn’t like some empty ‘div’ tags I had sprinkled in to add space at the bottom, and had completely mangled the website. I had published the post, taken only the most cursory glance, switched off the computer, and hadn’t logged back on until early this afternoon.

photo by knobberhead - click for link

The Mountain Labored…

An enduring, and endearing, marvel of our species is how hard we are willing to work to produce something truly ghastly. Example here.

Rapid Reaction

You may have heard about the recent rescue of the Magellan Star from pirates in the waters off Yemen. Here, if you’re interested, are the details, by way of Information Dissemination and our indefatigable sources.

Send In The Clowns

Tonight a cold front has moved through the Northeast, and suddenly it feels like fall outside, which is always just fine with me. If there’s one thing I detest (and longtime readers will know that’s something of a lowball estimate), it’s a hot September. But right now there’s a cool, crisp breeze coming through the open window, and after the beastly summer we’ve all been through, it is very refreshing indeed.

Meanwhile, the little clash-of-civilizations drama that has had everyone all wound up of late has descended into low comedy. Terry Jones, the tinpot Florida preacher who absurdly set the world on fire by threatening to do the same to a few leaves of paper, is now jerking his captive world-wide audience back and forth like a yo-yo as he waffles about whether he’s actually going to Do the Deed or not. As I understand the latest dispatches, he either did, or did not, make some sort of arrangement with Feisal “Good Cop” Rauf about the location of that triumphal mosque, in consideration of which he might, or might not, be willing to stay his hand, thereby sparing the world further (yawn) Muslim ire. World leaders, media titans, and the commanders of the world’s mightiest army tremble with helpless anxiety as an utterly insignificant little pisher from Gainesville toys with a book of matches.

I don’t think I have ever seen anything like it in my 54 years.

The latest update seems to be that the august Mr. Rauf, saintly builder of bridges, uniter of riven cultures, America’s official knight-errant of tolerance, and a man without an ulterior bone in his body, isn’t about to let this malignant little mountebank, this upstart farceur, this small-bore sky-pilot, upset his protection racket — in which the “deeply sensitive” Imam, though yearning with all his heart to move his triumphal 9/11 victory mosque somewhere else to ease America’s spiritual anguish, must sadly keep it right where it is for the sake of “national security”. Mr. Jones, therefore, seems likely once again to be making his incendiary statement on Saturday.

I know what you are thinking: this has really gone beyond absurdity; it is a disgraceful media and political circus. What we need is a wise and sober figure, some universally respected solon of unimpeachable sagacity and gravitas, to discipline these squabbling children, and bring this whole embarrassing mess to a swift and dignified conclusion.

Wait! Our prayers may have been answered. We have just learned that Donald Trump has waded into the fray, and will soon put things to rights.

Fire In The Belly

With a hat-tip to reader JK, here’s my favorite campaign video of the season.

No Place Like Home

It’s always rather a jolt getting back to Gotham after a long absence. Autumn is, as the old song reminds us, a fine time to be in New York, but I must say the adjustment was especially jarring this time around, and today the place seemed noisier, dirtier, and more chaotic than ever. Sirens wailed. Rats scurried. Construction workers dropped a great load of sheet-metal on the sidewalk directly behind me, with a deafening crash that nearly stopped my heart. Indigent muck-scutcheons bickered on the street. Strap-hangers jostled and sweated. When I finally found a seat on the subway, it was next to a deranged woman who glared at me and ranted incoherently.

I’ve been living here since 1978, when I moved from a 145-acre farm near New Hope to a tiny studio apartment on the Upper West Side, and I still think this is the greatest city in the world. But maybe, after 32 years here, I’m starting to have had enough of cities altogether: that amazing New York energy that I used to feed on so voraciously now seems a little less digestible, and I find myself more deeply nourished these days by the sea, the sky, the stars, and silence.

Speaking of indigestion: when I eventually managed to find enough room in the subway car to open my morning paper, it was only to discover a wily and unctuous Op-Ed piece by that Imam Feisal Rauf on the subject of his Ground Zero victory mosque — and when I got home, there he was again, being interviewed on CNN. I have a thing or two to say about both essay and interview (in particular that Mr. Rauf’s purported rationale for not moving the project amounts to little more than blackmail) but I think I’ll leave it for later. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I have a one-track mind, and anyway, tonight I’m still trying to un-harsh my mellow.

Start The World

We’re back from our August break, and after some catching-up, should be getting back to normal operations around here.

(Gotham, I must say, seems a very crowded and messy place. I just can’t wait to ride the subway tomorrow morning; I’ve hardly even worn shoes for almost a month.)

Speaking of shoes: some time ago we noted a macabre series of events in the Pacific Northwest. As Holmes might have said, the game, whatever it is, appears still to be afoot.

At Ease

Well, we made it. Having dropped four-and-a-half inches of rain into the lobster pot I left out on the deck, Earl, hurtling northeast into oblivion, is now watering the meadows and forests of the Canadian Maritimes. In its wake, the weather today in the Outer Cape is splendid: clear, dry, breezy and cool, and everyone is much relieved to have been spared a direct hit. (Amazingly, the power didn’t even go out.)

So, back to loafing for another few days.

Meanwhile, with the summer winding down, the mind goes wobbling back, however foolishly, to worldly matters. If you are interested, here’s a soberingly pessimistic article about the realistic prospects of conservatism in America, even given what all observers agree will be a bad November for the Left. An excerpt:

What will change?

Will ObamaCare be repealed? Almost assuredly not. There is virtually zero chance that the Republicans will control both houses by the two-thirds majority necessary to override Obama’s certain veto of any repeal effort.

Will illegal aliens be deported and the Mexican border sealed? No. Sen. McCain (whose signature legislation sought to make First Amendment freedoms illegal during election campaigns) will join forces with Obama and Sen. Graham to grant amnesty to the 12 to 15 million illegal aliens already here, during a time of 10% unemployment.

And another:

What would a truly conservative America look like? It is unrealistic to argue, as some conservatives and Tea Partiers do, for a return to Jeffersonian libertarianism, no matter how desirable that may be. If conservatives were able to scale the power of today’s federal leviathan back to “merely” post-New Deal levels, it would be an enormous achievement.

Let us suppose for a moment that the conservative goal was merely the preservation of the cultural values and international status of the America of the Eisenhower-Kennedy era (arguably the apogee of American power and influence). What, then, would be on the conservative agenda?

-A civil rights movement based on individual equality, not group entitlements and reverse discrimination against whites and Asians;

-Mandatory military training and conscription;

-A muscular foreign policy in which America stands up to its enemies, as JFK did during the Cuban missile crisis, rather than the Obama foreign policy posture of a beaten dog piddling in submission;

-Balanced or low-deficit budgets, with social spending limited to pre-Great Society “safety-net” minimums;

-A non-P.C. acknowledgment that enemies (then communists, now Muslim fanatics) seek to use America’s freedoms as a tool to destroy it from within;

-The unapologetic deportation of illegals, e.g., Eisenhower’s “Operation Wetback” in 1954;

-The maintenance of American industrial and technological superiority;

-Social issues such as abortion and homosexuality left up to state legislatures as the Founders intended, rather than declared “constitutional rights” by activist judges;

-The public acknowledgment of a nonsectarian “civic religion” based on the Judeo-Christian tradition; and

-Unions investigated by the federal government for corruption and racketeering, and a non-unionized public sector.

Conservatives must be under no illusions that the Left would regard such an agenda as “fascist” and react violently if such an agenda ever came close to being implemented.

I could certainly quibble with some of those bullet-points (I’m sure some of you would quibble with them all), but it’s a thoughtful essay, and worth a look.

Earl And Troubled Waters

The Outer Cape is battening the hatches in anticipation of Hurricane Earl, which will be passing by here later today. We’re already getting bands of heavy rain, and the wind is picking up.

The tide will be high as Earl approaches, and the heavy seas are expected to do a lot of damage to the area beaches, which were already thoroughly scoured by last winter’s wrathful nor’easters. Several houses along the high marine escarpment on the backshore have already gotten perilously close to the bluff-edge in recent years, and this is not going to help.

We are tucked away on the lee side of the peninsula, and the storm appears to be tracking slightly farther east as it moves north, so we’ll probably be fine, though we may lose power for a few hours or days.

If we don’t make it, though: thanks, readers. It’s been a pleasure.

World Still Stopped

We are still “off the grid” on the Outer Cape, paying the least possible attention to events in the news, and switching on our electronic gadgets as infrequently as possible. (If Hurricane Earl pays us a visit this weekend, we likely won’t be switching them on at all.)

It all comes to an end sometime in the middle of next week, when we decamp back to Gotham, and sadly reapply our shoulders to our respective wheels. Until then, though, things will be awfully quiet here at waka waka waka, and the best I’m likely to do is the occasional item like this.

About Time

I’ve been too busy relaxing to have any time for writing, so for tonight here’s another interesting item for you to watch: Philip Zimbardo on The Secret Powers of Time.

Watcha Watcha

For tonight, two videos.

The first shows you the state of the art of autonomous walking robots; I think you’ll agree that they are coming along nicely.

The second is a live-in-the-studio performance by the Fab Faux. If you haven’t heard of them, they are five of New York’s top session players (including the ubiquitous bass ace and studio joculist Will Lee, who has enriched and enlivened more than a few of my own sessions over the decades) who got together a few years ago to play the music of the Beatles as well as anyone possibly can. It went so well that they’ve been doing it ever since, all over the world.

In this clip they play Side Two of Abbey Road: no overdubs, no auto-tune, no studio hanky-panky, just five amazing musicians playing music they love. This is a real treat, folks. Here.

Nor’easter

We’re having quite a storm here on the Outer Cape tonight, with heavy rain, temperatures only in the upper 50’s, and 50-mph wind gusts. At dusk we went to Newcomb Hollow beach, where the Atlantic was foaming white halfway to the horizon, and the northeast wind was so fierce that I could hardly get the car door open.

Now it’s late, the house is quiet and dark, and the pine trees outside are whistling and moaning. The gale is alive and full of sea; when I go outside it feels as if I’m standing on the deck of a ship.

Out here, on this slender wisp of sand, the great ocean all around you never lets you forget that you, like Cape Cod itself, are just a fleeting thought.

Scheduled Maintenance

We’ll be on a reduced schedule here until a day or two after Labor Day. I’m sure the world will still be going to hell, but I’m not going to pay any attention for a couple of weeks, and will only be posting sporadically, if at all.

As always, please feel free to browse our archives, and to try the “Random Post” link at upper right.

ISI, Meet The IRI

Last January, we remarked on some odd doings in the sky over Norway. The Pakistan Times did too. Well, now the sky over Pakistan itself has been acting up a bit, and the PT sees a pattern emerging.

Here.

America, America

Our cyber-pal Kevin Kim has gathered up a nosegay of posts spanning the gamut of opinions about the Ground Zero mosque. I haven’t written much about it myself — obviously I don’t want to see it built — but I will say that the proposal has done more to get people speaking frankly about Islam than anything I can remember, including 9/11 itself.

Another thing this controversy has done has done has been to bring into sharp distinction two views of America that have been the subject of much debate for some time in conservative circles, but not so much elsewhere. Ross Douthat (how do you pronounce that name?) summed it up very well in a recent Op-Ed piece:

There’s an America where it doesn’t matter what language you speak, what god you worship, or how deep your New World roots run. An America where allegiance to the Constitution trumps ethnic differences, language barriers and religious divides. An America where the newest arrival to our shores is no less American than the ever-so-great granddaughter of the Pilgrims.

But there’s another America as well, one that understands itself as a distinctive culture, rather than just a set of political propositions. This America speaks English, not Spanish or Chinese or Arabic. It looks back to a particular religious heritage: Protestantism originally, and then a Judeo-Christian consensus that accommodated Jews and Catholics as well. It draws its social norms from the mores of the Anglo-Saxon diaspora ”” and it expects new arrivals to assimilate themselves to these norms, and quickly.

The term generally used to described the first view of America described above is that we are a “proposition nation”: it’s the view that all that is essential about America is a revolutionary set of abstract principles. This view — that America owes its greatness to an ennobling philosophical vision conceived by an extraordinary assemblage of men, a vision that has succeeded beyond the wildest imaginings of its Founders precisely because of its universality — is very appealing, and it is a majority view on the Left. But there it has taken on another aspect as well, namely that America’s greatness and prosperity are due only to those abstract principles, without regard to the culture in which they are instantiated. To put that another way, the assumption is that so universal are these abstractions, so generally do they address the yearnings of every h. sapiens, that they will bring forth the same fruit without regard to the particular soil in which they are planted. Furthermore, the extended assumption goes, such is the transformative power of these abstract principles that any human minds, once conditioned by them, will thenceforth function as entirely interchangeable parts in the machinery of society. Ties of ethnicity, religion, language — all the things that have been, throughout history, what has bound societies together, and rent them apart — simply will no longer matter, save as something resembling hobbies. E pluribus unum, we are reminded (although that motto refers only to the joining of the States into a new Republic); such is the greatness of the Constitution that it carries forward, into a sunlit future, all that really matters about human nature, leaving behind only those primitive urges and emotions we can do better without. There is no shortage of metaphors to reach for here: one can see the Constitution as a great sieve, lifting our better nature from the murk, or as a decanter that pours, from history’s bitter lees, the clarified wine of human reason and virtue. It’s a splendid vision of human progress, and it’s easy to see why so many people believe it with such righteous ardor, and defend it so jealously. I used to do so myself.

I have come to realize, though, as my shadow lengthens eastward, that as uplifting as all this is to contemplate, it is also terribly naive. Yes, America’s founding principles are the very root of its greatness — in that sense the first view of America is quite correct. But the second view is correct as well: the soil from which the flower springs, and the climate in which it is nurtured, are every bit as essential to its vitality as the seed the Framers planted.

Both views of America are essential to understanding its uniqueness, its exceptional place in history, and its prospects for the future. But to assert the importance of the second view contradicts the fashionable, “extended” version of the first — the idea that America’s greatness is due only to its founding abstractions, and in no important way to its historically predominant culture and ethnicity. So offensive is this contradiction to educated society nowadays that to insist upon it is to be marked as a bigot, a xenophobe, a racist, a Know-Nothing, a Yahoo (and a morally reprehensible one at that, as I find out from time to time in my email).

This marks an essential distinction between current-day liberals and conservatives. Conservatives, for the most part, readily acknowledge the power and importance of America’s philosophical foundation. But they also realize that culture matters, and that no nation, even one inoculated against faction and injustice by the Constitution, can thrive if it is not the homeland of a united culture and people. Liberals, however, insist — with the force of taboo — that such claims are not only wrong, but despicable. The propositions are sufficient, they tell us.

Well, we will see how this goes. Facts are stubborn things.

Going, Going…

As Christopher Hitchens publicly stares death in the face, Bill Vallicella offers an excellent meditation on the man, on men such as he, and on mortality. Hitchens will live on, in some sense, in his writing, but as Bill points out, that is cold comfort. Woody Allen summed it up:

“I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve immortality through not dying.”

Bill argues, as so many have, that regardless of the truth of their belief, the faithful come out ahead in such dark hours:

What would Hitch lose by believing? Of course, he can’t bring himself to believe, it is not a Jamesian live option, but suppose he could. Would he lose ‘the truth’? But nobody knows what the truth is about death and the hereafter. People only think they do. Well, suppose ‘the truth’ is that we are nothing but complex physical systems slated for annihilation. Why would knowing this ‘truth’ be a value? Even if one is facing reality by believing that death is the utter end of the self, what is the good of facing reality in a situation in which one is but a material system?

It is awful to watch death stalk this outstanding mind, to see a light that burns so brightly about to be extinguished. Hitchens continues to give interviews: here is a recent one with Charlie Rose.

What Time Is It?

It’s Shameless Filler time!

For tonight:

The marvelous Curta calculator, creepiness from Japan, and a 2010 update for a classic computer game.

Back again soon.

Astronomy Domine

We’re in Wellfleet for a few weeks. Yesterday was a beautiful day out here — not too hot, with low humidity and a cloudless sky, an indescribably welcome relief from the sweltering summer we’ve had in New York City. By ten or eleven in the evening the temperature was down in the lower sixties, and with the new moon, the sky was inky black and alive with stars.

I give my father a call most nights before retiring. He is in his mid-eighties, wheelchair-bound, and lives in California with my brother and my nephews. Years ago he and my mother had a house in Chatham, down at the “elbow” of the Cape; they loved it out here, and it was one of the hardest things for them to leave behind when they moved to southern California in 1985.

I rang him up from out on the deck, and knowing how much he missed this place, I tried to bring him into the picture. I described the cool sea breeze, the whirr of the crickets all round, and behind that, the faint susurrus of the water moving against the harbor shore, a third of a mile away. I told him what a dark night it was, the sky clear and Bible-black, the Milky Way paving a lambent arc through the zenith, and the stars glittering like jewels.

He said that one of his favorite things about the Outer Cape had always been the dark night sky, and that when he and my mother were there they loved to lie outside at night, just looking.

And then he said:

“On those clear nights you don’t just see the stars, you feel the stars.”

Nice, Dad. I liked that very much.

The Other Side Of This Life

Here is the latest dispatch from Christopher Hitchens, who, as I’m sure you know by now, is up against metastatic esophageal cancer.

Service Notice

I’ve been awfully busy the past couple of days, and haven’t had much time for writing. (If all goes well, however, I won’t have to be a wage-slave much longer: I’m working on a brand-new idea that’s sure to be a gold mine. It’s a social-networking site for gay Christians; I’m going to call it Faithbook.)

Things should settle down in a couple of days. Till then, please feel free to browse our ever-expanding archives, or give the “Random Post” link a whirl.

New Emperor, Still No Clothes

In an apt follow-on to yesterday’s post, computer scientist Jaron Lanier contributed an Op-Ed piece to today’s Times on what he sees as a budding secular religion — a kind of soteriology-by-Singularity that has taken root, he argues, amongst our technological elite. We are far too quick, Lanier writes, to see a kind of transcendence in our gadgets, and to impute to them qualities — foremost among them genuine intelligence and autonomous intentionality — that they simply do not possess, and are not, in his opinion, likely to possess anytime soon.

Lanier is quite right that we technorati, who are godless heathens almost to a man, still cannot help but yearn for transcendence. We are only human, after all, and the notion of the Singularity, based as it is on an apparently accelerating pace of progress and the extraordinary triumphs of Western science, does cause a stirring in some of our breasts that traditional religious myths no longer do (for many of us, they never did). Might we really, in our lifetimes, conquer Death itself? Might we soon read the book of Nature’s innermost secrets? Might we be the ones, finally, to lift the veil of mystery that has vexed and confounded Man through all the sorrowful ages since he first lifted his eyes to the stars?

Well, it would certainly be nice. And for an awful lot of people these days — those of us who grew up reading Foundation and Childhood’s End rather than the Bible — man-made salvation is the only game in town.

Lanier argues that all this is nothing more than the same hope and faith that animates the more conventionally religious. It’s like the bubble under the contact paper: press it flat over here, and it reappears over there. But our computers aren’t transcendent, not at all — as a programmer I certainly know that well enough — and as magical as they may seem, they don’t do anything more than what we humans, with an intelligence that still defies simulation, let alone replication, tell them to do.

This has been a persistent theme of Lanier’s, and while I think he presses too hard on it sometimes, there is much truth in what he says, and it’s important to have people like him around.

One quibble: in Lanier’s essay he mentions the Singularity University (of which my friend Salim Ismail is the director) as a temple of this new “religion”. He describes it as follows:

The influential Silicon Valley institution preaches a story that goes like this: one day in the not-so-distant future, the Internet will suddenly coalesce into a super-intelligent A.I., infinitely smarter than any of us individually and all of us combined; it will become alive in the blink of an eye, and take over the world before humans even realize what’s happening.

But this really isn’t a fair description of Singularity U., I think. From what I understand it has very little to do with any sort of visionary Omega Point, and nothing whatsoever to do with “preaching”; its purpose is to get a lot of inordinately smart and creative people, of divergent backgrounds, to spend a few weeks together in intensive cross-disciplinary workshops, working on difficult, practical problems, and to see what comes out. Its aim is to promote what William Whewell, and later E.O. Wilson, called “consilience“, and from what I understand it has been doing a very good job of it.

That aside, though, Lanier’s essay is worth your time. Read it here.

Progress? What Progress?

I’ve previously mentioned the idea of the Technological Singularity, which I described as the belief that:

the convergence of accelerating accomplishments in nanotechnology, medicine, genetic engineering, computer science, neurobiology, and artificial intelligence will soon result in a cascading series of mutually supportive breakthroughs that will amount to a discontinuous historical disruption, the anthropological equivalent of the “singularities’ at the heart of black holes.

There are those who find this notion exactly wrong, however. One of them is Scott Locklin, a financial analyst living in Berkeley, California, who, in an article at Alternative Right entitled The Myth of Technological Progress, argues just what the title suggests: that the pace of real technological progress has slowed, not accelerated, in the past few decades, and has in some instances — such as the abandonment of our manned space program, and the cessation of supersonic passenger flights — even reversed itself.

While I do think that Mr. Locklin too blithely dismisses areas of genuine, transformative progress — for example the stupendous increases in computing power that have, I think, led to qualitative, even revolutionary, changes in the way we live — as mere tweaking of decades-old ideas, he certainly makes some provocative points. He is quite right, for example, that a great many things that we were promised, ages ago, were “just around the corner” still haven’t materialized: artificial intelligence, a cure for cancer, and useful nanotechnology, for example. We still run our cars by burning dirty, messy oil, because we still haven’t figured out how to make low-cost, energy-dense batteries. And so on.

So which is it? Are we barreling headlong toward the Singularity — or, having solved all the tractable problems, are we now stuck on the hard ones, and beginning to stagnate?

Read the article here.

Bloody But Unbowed

As I expect you already know, Christopher Hitchens is battling esophageal cancer — a fight that very few people win. He recently gave an interview to Anderson Cooper. Watch it here.

Derb Waxes Acerb

Elena Kagan lately having been confirmed as a Justice of the Supreme Court, John Derbyshire gives us a preview on this week’s Radio Derb (transcript here) of what he thinks we’ll be getting:

Look for lots of wonderful new rights to be discovered buried in the Constitution ”” things that mysteriously escaped the attention of everyone for 221 years. Look for lots of ingenious new constitutional reasons to be found for the further expansion of federal power into the lives of citizens. Look for further judicial support for favoring foreigners over citizens, minorities over majorities, the freakish over the normal, and notions thought up last week over principles that have served us well for centuries.

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One From Column A, One From Column B

Ask anyone who doesn’t work at the White House, and they’ll tell you America is screwed, and that China will soon be running things.

Well, not so fast: it’s not as easy as all that to grow a crowded, backward nation into a global economic colossus, and they may still have a few kinks to work out.

On the other hand, as mentioned in a recent post, China has been making startlingly rapid progress lately in matters military, and shows no sign of slackening the pace. With a hat tip to reader JK, here’s the latest on that unsettling topic.

It Was So Hot Today…

This has been a historically brutal summer here in New York; July was the second-hottest on record, missing top honors by a mere fraction of a degree. Stoical Scot that I am, I haven’t complained much in these pages, but I have lived at the edge of despair for weeks now, and several times recently (such as when standing for half an hour on a crowded, 115° subway platform a few days ago) I have felt, not without an admixture of gratitude, that I was actually about to slump to the ground and die.

But as bad as it is right now in Gotham, the heat and humidity are, apparently, even worse down South, if such a thing can be imagined. From our Arkansas bureau chief comes this illustrative dispatch.

ICE Storm

Lawrence Auster brings to our attention a hot item: the rank and file of ICE (that’s the Immigration and Customs Enforcement Union) have issued an angry letter announcing a vote of no confidence in their director, John Morton, and assistant director, Phyllis Coven. The letter says that the enforcement agents were, in effect, intentionally prevented from doing their job.

For details, see Auster’s post, the item he linked to, and the letter itself.

First Impression

The other day I read an article about an extraordinarily gifted seven-year-old painter. Prodigies come and go, and often don’t live up to their early promise, but I have to say this young lad — Keiron Williamson, of Norfolk, England — is just astonishingly talented.

See for yourself, below.

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Sovereignty And Preemption

In a recent post, I linked to an essay by Heather Mac Donald in which she wondered whether the DOJ’s assumption of “preemption” might apply to Arizona’s enforcement of immigration law, and not just its creation of law (the law in question being, of course, the controversial S.B. 1070). In other words, Ms. Mac Donald thought that the Obama administration might fairly be able to claim that it can reserve the right of immigration enforcement (or, in this case, ideologically and politically motivated non-enforcement) to itself alone.

Now Ms. MacDonald’s interlocutor in this discussion, the author, columnist, and former federal prosecutor Andy McCarthy, has responded with an in-depth reply, in which he argues that it cannot. We read:

The nation is built on a political power-sharing arrangement in which the states maintained their sovereignty while surrendering certain powers to the national government. Two important things flow from this.

First, the states are sovereign. That is not just a slogan, it is a concept that has real meaning. Inherent in sovereignty is the natural right of self-defense. If states are no longer at liberty to protect their territories and defend their citizens, they are no longer sovereign, and the social compact on which the nation is based is broken.

Second, the presumption in our system is against the forfeiture of rights and powers. The Constitution expressly provides that unless a power has been delegated to the federal government, it is retained by the states. Our law holds that individuals are not deemed to forfeit their fundamental rights unless there has been a waiver that is clear, knowing, and voluntary. I don’t see why sovereign states would rate any less deference. This is critical because (a) the Constitution does not delegate the power of immigration enforcement to the national government (the power to set terms for naturalization, which is federal, is not a power over immigration enforcement), (b) the power to regulate immigration was understood to be retained by the states, as a core part of their police power, for the first century-plus of our nation’s history, and (c) the states have continued to exercise this power and have never forfeited it. In point of fact, until the turn of the 19th century, the pertinent question was whether the national government had any power over immigration enforcement (Jefferson, for example, was quite certain it did not). It was federal power that was dubious; state power was unquestioned. See, e.g., Joseph Baldacchino, “Regulation of Immigration Historically a State Function’ (National Humanities Institute, July 19, 2010).

To me, this is the necessary context for any consideration of a federal attempt to prohibit the exercise of state police power within a state’s sovereign territory. Such a prohibition should not happen unless there is a clear constitutional mandate ”” i.e., an unambiguous indication that the states delegated the power in question to the federal government or that the state’s exercise of the power interferes with some federal right clearly protected by the Constitution. This is what the Supremacy Clause stands for.

This is a fascinating discussion. Read Mr. McCarthy’s essay here.

Veiled Threat

Yet another excellent item from today’s above-average miscellany at NRO: a balanced and thoughtful essay on the banning of the burqa, by independent journalist Claire Berlinsky.

Ms. Berlinsky begins by acknowledging the many good arguments against such a ban — in particular the compelling point (previously emphasized here at waka waka waka by commenters Peter Kranzler and David Duff) that free societies should not tell people what to wear (bold-face emphasis mine throughout):

Let’s be perfectly frank. These bans are outrages against religious freedom and freedom of expression. They stigmatize Muslims. No modern state should be in the business of dictating what women should wear. The security arguments are spurious; there are a million ways to hide a bomb, and one hardly need wear a burqa to do so. It is not necessarily the case that the burqa is imposed upon women against their will; when it is the case, there are already laws on the books against physical coercion.

The argument that the garment is not a religious obligation under Islam is well-founded but irrelevant; millions of Muslims the world around believe that it is, and the state is not qualified to be in the business of Koranic exegesis. The choice to cover one’s face is for many women a genuine expression of the most private kind of religious sentiment. To prevent them from doing so is discriminatory, persecutory, and incompatible with the Enlightenment traditions of the West. It is, moreover, cruel to demand of a woman that she reveal parts of her body that her sense of modesty compels her to cover; to such a woman, the demand is as tyrannical, humiliating, and arbitrary as the passage of a law dictating that women bare their breasts.

It is hard to rebut these arguments; they articulate some of the most cherished principles of modern Western culture. If they cannot be rebutted, then those who support the ban must argue along the lines that these principles are not absolute; that there are circumstances under which a society is justified in limiting or superseding them. And this is what Ms. Berlinsky does.

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Going Against The Grain

Yet another study confirms that low-carb diets, long ridiculed as an unhealthy fad, are effective for weight loss and an improved lipid profile. Here.

Does The Administration Have A Case Against Arizona?

Lots of good reading over at NRO today. Heather Mac Donald has contributed a thoughtful analysis of the legal tug-of-war between Arizona and the DOJ over S.B. 1070 and the question of “preemption”. What does the existing body of case law indicate: does “preemption doctrine” apply only to statutes, or can it be extended to cover enforcement as well?

We read:

Applied to the immigration field, the question becomes: If the president decides not to enforce the immigration laws against this particular illegal alien or even against most illegal aliens, are the states free to prosecute those same aliens under a bootstrap state version of federal law? The answer to me is not obvious. The prospect of 50 different prosecutorial regimes for immigration violations is not unproblematic. As much as I believe that immigration law should be enforced much more vigorously than it currently is, such a piecemeal system of state-level immigration regimes could arguably conflict with the federal interest in speaking with a single, national voice when it comes to immigration matters.

Read the rest here.

On Geese And Golden Eggs

In an essay that is sure to have critics across the aisle whetting their ad hominem knives, Arthur Laffer explains why soak-the-rich tax increases are a bad idea.

Here.

Bottoms Up

We are drinking more lately, it seems. (I’ve been doing my part, but certainly can’t take all the credit.)

It’s not hard to understand why, with the shape things are in (I will spare you an enumeration of all the things that are wrong with the US and the world just now; it’s late, and the liquor stores might be closed.) But the storm is rising, and the foundations of civilization are crumbling. Our predicament is obviously hopeless, and booze is the only answer.

Booth Tarkington reminded us:

There are two things that will be believed of any man whatsoever, and one of them is that he has taken to drink.

W.C Fields grasped the nettle as well:

Everybody should believe in something — I believe I’ll have another drink.

Data here.

Lily Renée

A few years ago I wrote a brief item about my mother-in-law, Lily, who is really rather an extraordinary woman. There is now an article about her in Newsweek. Here.

Music Of The Spheres

Through a process unimaginatively named “sonification”, engineers at CERN have converted the vibrations of the long-sought Higgs boson into audio.

It’s not bad, actually; too bad Richard Wright isn’t around to hear it.

Here.

Sounds About Right

According to a recent release from Gallup:

PRINCETON, NJ — Gallup’s 2010 Confidence in Institutions poll finds Congress ranking dead last out of the 16 institutions rated this year. Eleven percent of Americans say they have “a great deal” or “quite a lot” of confidence in Congress, down from 17% in 2009 and a percentage point lower than the previous low for Congress, recorded in 2008.

Hmmm… military, #1; small business, #2; Congress, last.

Is it November yet?

The Political Climate

Paul Krugman has been awfully lathered up lately. His fulminating resentment of conservatives for causing all the world’s ills (and worse, for disregarding his Olympian sagacity) has gotten downright pyretic, and in his twice-weekly tirades he seems — due, no doubt, to the July heat — increasingly indifferent to the need to clothe his recriminations in fact.

He was in fine form in his latest revilement, which appeared in yesterday’s paper, announcing that, among other things, the “Climategate” revelations had been “unmasked as a fraud concocted by opponents of climate action.”

I have no idea what he could possibly be thinking, as this is simply not so, and was all set to upbraid him for it in these pages, when I saw that James Taranto had beaten me to it in today’s Best of the Web. We read:

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