Inconvenient, If True

In the news lately has been a New Zealand climatologist who has been looking askance at received opinions regarding anthropogenic global warming. His name is Chris de Freitas, and he is a member of the faculty of the University of Auckland. I recently ran across an article of his, in which I read the following:

There is little doubt that average annual global temperature has been generally trending upwards in line with the expectations of many climate scientists. The cause, however, is debatable since the trend started before modern industrialisation began pumping millions of tonnes of carbon dioxide into Earth’s atmosphere.

From 1940 to 1980 during the post World War II industrial boom when carbon dioxide increased rapidly, there were 40 years of global cooling.

On the other hand, there was a distinct global warm period in mediaeval times when carbon dioxide levels were much lower than they are now.

Carbon dioxide concentration in the atmosphere is currently higher than at any time in the past 600,000 years, yet global temperatures were much higher during all the major warm interglacial periods that occurred during this time, despite much lower levels of carbon dioxide.

His point, of course, is that if human activity is not the cause of climatic variations, we might want to reconsider putting the world’s economy on a carbon-crisis footing.

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Didn’t Quite Catch The Name

Here’s an Indian tribe that, for some odd reason, I have the feeling I ought to do a post about. Can’t really say why, though.

Healthcare Upon Stilts

Today we direct you to an excellent post by Bill Vallicella about the putative “right” to health care. A little while back I mentioned that left-leaning governments tend always toward acting in loco parentis; Bill’s post offers the Democratic health-care initiative as an illustrative example.

Bill makes the important point — seldom acknowledged — that “rights”, particularly as construed on the left side of the aisle, often imply corresponding duties.

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Ummm, OK…

This just heard over the P.A. from our office-building’s fire superintendent, after a series of tests of the alarm system:

“Please disregard any further instructions.”

Two Masters

Recently President Obama, in what he must have known would be a controversial choice, selected the geneticist Francis Collins to be the next director of the National Institutes of Health. Dr. Collins is an eminent scientist, and a capable administrator — indeed, his professional qualifications for the post are unimpeachable — but he has also become something of a celebrity outside the scientific community for his public embrace of Christianity, and for his vociferous advocacy of the view that science and religion are entirely compatible approaches to understanding the world.

Needless to say, this puts him sharply at odds with most scientists these days. The prevailing opinion — with which I fully agree — is that science and religion, far from being, to use Stephen Jay Gould’s magniloquent phrase, “non-overlapping magisteria”, in fact do address many of the same phenomena, and often make flatly contradictory claims. In an essay in today’s New York Times, the atheist gadfly Sam Harris explains why Dr. Collins’s religious beliefs ought to be a factor in considering him for one of the world’s most influential scientific positions.

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No End In Sight

Here’s an Escheresque curiosity from the Web. I’m sure there is some simple trick to creating things like this, but I have no idea what it is.

Case Closed

A few days ago we remarked on a CNN item about the differences between men and women. Might some of these differences be innate (as I think is almost certainly the case), or are they all just the result of cultural conditioning? This has has been an enormously contentious issue of late, so it would be an tremendous relief if we could settle the matter once and for all, and move on.

In service of that aim, therefore, here are two compelling pieces of evidence: Exhibit A, and Exhibit B.

World Wide Website

It’s been a busy day of roistering at the wedding of a friend, and the little grey cells are in no shape to get behind the keyboard. So for tonight, all I can offer is a diverting little link, sent our way by reader JK. Here.

Timing Is Everything

I don’t buy a lot of gadgets, but featured in today’s Personal Tech newsletter from the Times is a review of one that I might just have to spring for. It’s an alarm clock — a watch, actually — that monitors your movements to determine where you are in your sleep cycle. You give it a window of time during which you would like to be awakened, and it will blow reveille when it determines that you are bobbing closest to the surface.

As someone who never gets enough sleep, and for whom the clock-radio always seems to go off when I am prowling the deepest crevices of slumber’s benthic abyss, I think this would be an enormous blessing.

Learn more here.

Young ‘Un

Tonight we have an item from a few days ago that offers, perhaps, a little insight into Kim Jong-il’s heir apparent, the youngest of his three sons. Apparently the boy may have been educated, under an assumed name, at a Swiss school a few years back.

It seems he really likes basketball. Story here.

Doublethink

At CNN today is a pop-science puff piece that breezily summarizes some of the natural underpinnings of what we all know to be true: men and women are different. The article touches, blithely and matter-of-factly, on differences in body chemistry, brain anatomy, emotions, and cognition.

You’ll certainly get no argument from me; I’ve always thought it absurd to imagine otherwise. But wait a minute: in some quarters, this is heresy. For decades we have been told to believe, on pain of academic or political excommunication, that all cognitive, perceptual, social, and behavioral differences between the sexes were simply a matter of invidious and atavistic cultural stereotyping in the service of male domination. I can understand the motivation, mind you, and to be sure there were indeed many legal and social injustices to be remedied: we should all be judged as individuals, and everyone should be equal under the law. I realize also, of course, that there is plenty of overlap: there are, obviously, aggressive women and sensitive, empathic men. But the fact of the matter, however inconvenient it may be, is that there are general and innate differences between men and women, as is plainly evident across all human cultures — and to suppress the truth in the service of a political agenda is just as blameworthy coming from academic feminists as it is from Republican vice-presidents. (I’m sure Lawrence Summers would agree.)

You can read the article here.

Gunwales Awash

I’ve linked to a few essays by Pat Buchanan recently, and have another for you today. There is much that I disagree with Mr. Buchanan about, both culturally and politically — his paleoconservative isolationism comes to mind, as well as his doctrinaire opposition to evolutionary theory, the scientific bedrock of modern biology (see, for example, this recent item, which gets it so stunningly wrong in so many ways that it really deserves a post of its own in response) — but the man is highly intelligent, knows his history, and is rightly aghast at the accelerating pace of socialism in America, and the cultural and economic perils we face due to excessive immigration and our suicidal infatuation with multiculturalism.

We read:

The D.C.-based Tax Foundation says New Yorkers could face a combined income tax rate of near 60 percent.

In the Declaration of Independence, Thomas Jefferson called George III a tyrant for having “erected a multitude of new offices, and sent hither swarms of officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.”

What did George III do with his Stamp Act, Townshend Acts or tea tax to compare with what is being done to this generation of Americans by their own government?

While the hardest working and most productive are bled, a third of all wage-earners pay no U.S. income tax, and Obama plans to free almost half of all wage-earners of all income taxes. Yet, tens of millions get Medicaid, rent supplements, free education, food stamps, welfare and an annual check from Uncle Sam called an Earned Income Tax Credit, though they never paid a nickel in income taxes.

Oh, yes. Obama also promises everybody a college education.

Coming to America to feast on this cornucopia of freebies is the world. One million to 2 million immigrants, legal and illegal, arrive every year. They come with fewer skills and less education than Americans, and consume more tax dollars than they contribute by three to one.

Wise Latina women have more babies north of the border than they do in Mexico and twice as many here as American women.

As almost all immigrants are now Third World people of color, they qualify for ethnic preferences in hiring and promotions and admissions to college over the children of Americans.

All of this would have astounded and appalled the Founding Fathers, who after all, created America — as they declared loud and clear in the Constitution — “for ourselves and our posterity.”

Mr. Buchanan concludes:

“The United States is declining as a nation and a world power with mostly sighs and shrugs to mark this seismic event,” writes Les Gelb, president emeritus of the Council on Foreign Relations, in CFR’s Foreign Affairs magazine. “Astonishingly, some people do not appear to realize that the situation is all that serious.”

Even the establishment is starting to get the message.

Let’s hope so. You can read the essay here.

No Arrows, But A Sling

If there are a thousand shocks that flesh is heir to, I must be nearing my quota. After working at the office until 1 a.m. yesterday, I arose this morning with a large project before me, involving the movement of many of our largest pieces of furniture and the assembly and installation of an enormous bookshelf in the form of an interlocking grid of pre-cut lumber (rather like the cardboard dividers inside a case of wine). All went well until, having put the whole thing together, I noticed that I had put one of the higher shelves in upside-down. It was hard to pull it out — it is eight feet long, and was very tightly wedged in place — but I wasn’t going to take no for an answer (being immensely strong, I am accustomed to getting my way with material objects). I reached up and gave a mighty heave, but what gave way this time was not the obdurate shelf, but rather my left biceps, which tore apart with a sickening crunch.

I’ve now got back from the NYU Medical Center’s emergency room, where they could do nothing for me, other than to take an X-ray (which of course showed nothing), put my arm in a sling, and suggest that I see an orthopedist as soon as possible. I have had other such injuries over the years (I even had an avulsion of the biceps tendon in my right arm in 2000, which required surgery) but it has been nine years now since the last one, and I thought things were quieting down.

Typing is very difficult. If there isn’t much to see here over the next few days, that’s why, though I shall try. I have no idea how I will write code for eight to twelve hours a day like this, but will just have to do my best, I suppose.

I had planned to pen a lengthy meditation today on the death of Walter Cronkite, who for Americans my age was a towering presence, but for now I’ll just skip it, I guess.

In Loco Parentis

In 1972, when I was 16, I took a drive across America with my good friend Tom “Toby” Sherwood (peace be upon him). Toby was the older brother of Evelyn, a girl I had been orbiting, and although he was a few years older — at 21, he had just emerged from Harvard with a political-science degree — I was a precocious lad who seemed older than my years, and we formed a close friendship that lasted until his untimely death in 2003.

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No Comment

For years now I’ve been reading, and occasionally commenting, over at Bill Vallicella’s website, The Maverick Philosopher. Bill’s a grumpy old cuss, and an unrepentant dualist, but he’s the real deal, and an excellent writer to boot. A philosophical amateur and autodidact like myself can learn a lot there (which I certainly have). Bill’s blog was recently picked by The Times of London as one of the world’s 100 best.

What I have enjoyed the most at MP has been following, and often participating in, the discussions in the comment threads. The quality of the comments varies, as one would expect (and I have recently been guilty, myself, of leaving some irritatingly trite and unfocused comments there of my own, which I regret) — but at their best the comment threads have been a real glimpse of serious philosophical work being done.

I’m sad to see, therefore, that Bill, obviously weary of keeping up with a rising tide of mediocre interlocutors, has apparently stopped taking comments. It’s understandable, and there are other fine blogs (such as Norman Geras’s) where comments are not allowed, but it is, I think, a disappointment for Bill’s readers — who can no longer find, in one place, daily examples of the argumentative thrust-and-parry by which philosophical positions are refined and defended.

I have a feeling Bill must miss it too, just a little. I hope he changes his mind.

Hot Off The Press

An engaging item in today’s Physorg Newsletter reported on a recent study, published in Nature Geoscience, that examined the Earth’s carbon chemistry during a period known as the Paleocene-Eocene thermal maximum, or PETM. During this torrid interval, which took place about 55 million years ago, the Earth’s average temperature shot up by 7° C. over a span of about 10,000 years. Atmospheric carbon dioxide spiked as well, but — and here’s the rub — only by 70 percent.

We read:

Doubling of atmospheric carbon dioxide is an oft-talked-about threshold, and today’s climate models include accepted values for the climate’s sensitivity to doubling. Using these accepted values and the PETM carbon data, the researchers found that the models could only explain about half of the warming that Earth experienced 55 million years ago.

The conclusion, [Rice University oceanographer Gerald] Dickens said, is that something other than carbon dioxide caused much of the heating during the PETM. “Some feedback loop or other processes that aren’t accounted for in these models — the same ones used by the IPCC for current best estimates of 21st Century warming — caused a substantial portion of the warming that occurred during the PETM.”

It seems to me there are two possibilities here. Either, as Mr. Dickens seems to suggest, fluctuations in the Earth’s temperature are due to things other than carbon-dioxide levels, or — which he does not suggest — warming is even more sensitive to CO2 than is currently believed. Perhaps the second possibility seems unlikely because temperature increases since the beginning of the Industrial Age — during which time atmospheric concentrations of CO2 have already risen by about a third — have been comparatively modest, perhaps a single degree Centigrade.

At the very least, it is obvious that there is more to the story of Earth’s fluctuating temperature than human activity; after all, 15,000 years ago, my Brooklyn neighborhood lay under several thousand feet of ice. I doubt that ancestral Haida Indians smoking salmon were responsible for its disappearance.

Meanwhile, at the recent G-8 meetings, the developed nations were talking in terms not only of reducing carbon emissions, but also of simply not allowing the temperature to rise beyond a certain threshold — currently set, according to this item in the Times, at 2° C. I’m not sure what this hubristic gesture is interpreted to mean in practical political or economic terms, but the implication is that anything and everything will be sacrificed, if necessary, by the prosperous nations of the world, in what may well be, in light of this latest study, an utterly futile gesture. At the same time, however, the “developing nations” (who apparently deserve, for some reason, a chance to “catch up”) will exempt themselves, and will be free to belch forth as much CO2 as it takes to get their hands on our collars. Noblesse oblige.

You can read the Physorg story here, or, if you are a Nature Geoscience subscriber (or have $18 burning a hole in your pocket), you can download the source document here.

Ssssssh

Readers will, perhaps, recall that I detest hot weather. I am not designed for it: I have a large stocky frame built on a Scottish genome, and in the ordinary course of my routine metabolic business I generate far more heat of my own than I can easily discard. In the winter, when everyone is shivering, I am generally comfy in a sweater and light jacket, and in a typical New York summer (see, for example, here, here, and here), I suffer the torments of the damned, and fear for my very survival. I hang on grimly, and remind myself that eventually autumn will come, but July and August here in Gotham are very, very difficult to bear, and indeed, despite my robust constitution, last July’s hellish swelter landed me in the hospital.

But this year has been different: whichever of Satan’s lieutenants is usually in charge of our summer weather seems — can it be true? — to have abandoned his post. Throughout May and June, when the burner is usually lit and the kettle begins to boil, it was cool and rainy. And July, so far, has been downright splendid, with low humidity, daytime temperatures only in the seveties and low eighties, and cool breezy nights. I regard the invention of the air conditioner as a milestone of human achivement second only, perhaps, to the taming of fire, or the creation of language, but here it is July 13th, and I have yet to switch mine on. I am inexpressibly grateful.

(I probably should have kept mum about this. If the Prince of Darkness, who is, I suspect, an occasional reader, should happen to see this post, the game’ll be up. Just you watch.)

O Brave New World

There’s an item in the news today about “neurosecurity”: the need to protect “neural devices” — computerized electronic machinery designed to interact directly with the human brain — from unauthorized manipulation.

The creation of technology to provide direct interfaces betweens computers and brains is a rapidly evolving field, but the effort so far has concentrated, understandably enough, on getting it to work at all, not getting it to work behind a firewall. The possibilities are exciting, and virtually limitless: one can imagine computers without displays or keyboards, with commands given to the machine as mere thoughts, and the computer’s output rendered directly into the user’s sensory perception. The human brain could be directly and seamlessly coupled, not only to an “onboard” computer, with all its brute power of processing and memory retrieval, but also to the Internet, with all that would mean in terms of information access and peer-to-peer communication.

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Salisbury On The Hudson

If you are in New York City today, you can take in a twice-yearly astronomical phenomenon: Manhattanhenge. Learn more here.

Michael Yon: Notes From The Philippines

When you have a lot of links on your blogroll, it’s hard to keep up with them all. One of the links on our sidebar is the website of military correspondent Michael Yon, who provides excellent independent coverage from the world’s strife-torn regions, some of them extremely dangerous and remote. Reader JK reminded us to check in on Mr. Yon’s blog, and in particular to read this informative item about conflict in the Philippines.

Out Of Many, What?

The history of the world is essentially a long, dolorous tale of ethnic and religious animosity and violence. Little has changed in the modern era; president Hu Jintao of China has just left the G-8 summit to address a rising tide of ethnic slaughter in Xinjiang. Now Pat Buchanan reminds us, in a cautionary essay, that the US — where the celebration of diversity for diversity’s sake has become almost a religion of its own — may be ignoring basic human and social realities at its peril. Is he right? Or is the American experiment a unique historical exception?

Read his column here.

Just The Facts

From a “news” item at CNN regarding the recent death of a noted pop star:

His was a “six life path,” [Los Angeles psychic Glynis Jants] said, meaning he was magnetic and drew people to him. That, coupled with the fact that he was born on a two day made him irresistible, she said.

“If you are born on a two day and are a six life path then America and the world seem to fall in love with you,” McCants said.

This is why I live in New York.

The Burnt Fool’s Bandaged Finger

We see in today’s news that Pakistan has announced that it is in contact with the fugitive Taliban leader Mullah Mohammed Omar, and would like to arrange negotiations between Omar and the US.

Have we learned nothing? What possible value could such negotiations offer? What conceivable compromise could there be between the Taliban and a secular Western democracy? We have already seen what Taliban-occupied areas become: brutal, misogynistic, medieval theocracies and havens for anti-Western jihad — and we have just seen, in Swat, how little they care about honoring the agreements they make. They are resolutely committed to the destruction of Western secular democracy, with which fundamentalist Islam is utterly incompatible (as pointed out in this fine post by Jeffery Hodges). They are our mortal enemies, and will surely see any attempt to negotiate as nothing more than a tactical opportunity, and a measure of our weakness.

Read the story here.

The Dark Side

I have always, since the earliest days of boyhood, been a nocturnal sort. If I were free to set my own schedule (which I hope, inshallah, someday to be), I would retire sometime between two and three in the morning, and rise at about eleven — or, if it’s been a busy day, perhaps noon.

That a person should have such innate preferences would be, I should think, not in any sense a measure of character or moral rectitude, but this seems not to be the case. Throughout my life I have been confronted with pious normative platitudes about the virtues of early rising, the benefits ascribed to which are said to include health, wealth and wisdom, as well as a good supply of worms. To snooze, we are told, is to lose. To be up after God-fearing citizens are snug in their beds is to up to no good, and if the phone rings at ten a.m. on one of the rare occasions when I can actually catch up on some sleep, the caller, upon hearing my mumbled greeting, invariably asks “Oh – were you asleep?” in the sort of tone in which one might inquire as to whether I had just been beating the children, or smoking crack.

The late-night hours are a splendid time for reading, writing, and quiet reflection; a time of stillness and calm, when one can think long, slow thoughts without interruption. The night-time air is cool and pleasant, and I prefer a starry sky to the sun’s glare. Yet people who collapse into bed as soon as the bustle begins to subside, apparently uninterested in remaining conscious in the absence of a steady buzz of external stimulus, seem to take a smug satisfaction in their hours, and miss no opportunity to remind others. They are the “go-getters”, the “morning people”, and are confident that they hold the high moral ground.

Well, one aspect of moral judgment is the notion of responsibility; we blame others for perceived moral shortcomings only to the extent that they are seen as free choices. (Much ink has been spilled, for example, over the question of whether homosexuality is genetically determined, or is simply a “lifestyle choice”.) We “night owls” may take some comfort, then, in reports, such as this, of confirmation by empirical research of what we have known all along: we are what we are.

Freedom, Beyond Dignity

I always enjoy David Brooks’s column in the Times. He has an impeccable conservative pedigree, but never seems to take sides on any issue out of sheer partisanship, and even when he has strong opinions (with which I do not necessarily agree), he is unfailingly civil, and never shrill. Best of all, he writes well.

In today’s offering Mr. Brooks reminds us of how little concerned we are with dignity in America these days; he offers as a counterexample George Washington, who in his youth drew up for himself a set of guidelines for appropriate behavior.

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This And That

As I had hoped, things have finally settled down, and the lovely Nina and I have withdrawn to the Outer Cape for a brief but restorative interval of dietary indiscretion (on my own part at least), healthful physical activity, and diminished reponsibility.

As always, there is much of interest going on in the world beyond Wellfleet’s shores, but with the mind deliberately unfocused for the next day or two I am likely to offer little more than froth and marginalia. For example:

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Low Life

Here’s something curious. I have no idea if this video — allegedly taken from a camera being snaked through a sewer line in North Carolina — is real or fake, or, if real, whther it depicts something already well-known or utterly strange. What the hell are these things? They look like mighty good eatin’.

The Sweet By And By

It is morning again, and I am back at my desk (technically speaking, it was also morning when I left).

Although it has been heavy slogging these past six weeks or so, with many long nights of darkness both inner and outer, today there grows within me a slender reed of hope, a delicate wisp of a thing that is nevertheless almost eschatological in its import, that by Friday there may be deliverance. Outwardly I am silent, laboring in my little cell and gazing fixedly at the screen as always, but with my inner eye I now can see the far bank of the mighty river, and my mind sways to the slow and patient rhythm of old Negro spirituals.

There is, as usual, no time for writing, but I must make note of two recent deaths. The first is the artist Pina Bausch, whose haunting and iconoclastic dance-theater extravaganzas the lovely Nina and I had attended at every opportunity in recent decades, and who died, suddenly, of cancer on Tuesday at 68. Her obituary, with links to other remembrances, is here.

At the other end of the cultural spectrum was the impressionist Fred Travalena, a genial extrovert whom those of you of “a certain age” may remember from his heyday in the 1970’s, when he was a fixture on the comedy circuit, and on the chat and variety shows. An obituary is here, and if your memory still needs a little jogging, you might have a look here.

There was of course that other fellow who died, but that would take several paragraphs, and for now I have a barge to tote, and bales to lift. Perhaps this weekend.

Have A Little Fling

Once again, it is approaching midnight, and I am still at the office, lashed to the wheel. This should not last much longer, I hope — perhaps things will be back to normal next week — but for now, serious bloggery remains entirely out of the question.

Fortunately, you needn’t turn away empty handed, for just this minute my estimable colleague Yaniv Sarig has seen fit to leaven my toil by emailing me an amusing clip from YouTube. If you have ever wondered just where, exactly, lies the limiting extreme of dazzling human ingenuity in the service of utter frivolousness, I think we now have it in view. Have a look here.

This Town Ain’t Big Enough

Today we offer a heaping helping of heresy, cooked up by some of our hardest-hitting, highest-profile heathens. First, as a little amuse-bouche, we have a recent editorial by the astrophysicist Lawrence Krauss, in which the author argues that, despite conciliatory efforts to get “militant” atheists to stop being such party-poopers, the fact is that religion and science are not just, as Stephen Jay Gould famously called them, “non-overlapping magisteria” — but really do represent fundamentally incompatible ways of understanding the world.

Next, the main course: an extended e-mail exchange between the adamantly hell-bound infidel Sam Harris (a founder, most recently, of the Reason Project), and the science writer (and former editor of the journal Nature) Philip Ball. It is not brief, but it is worth your time, I think: it limns with useful clarity the range of viewpoints to be found within the growing community of unbelievers, an aspect of this debate that is often overlooked. Read it here.

Resting Comfortably

Readers will have noticed that output has fallen off drastically here lately; the demands of the workplace have continued to press heavily upon me. There seems to be light at the end of the tunnel, however, and in fact I am actually spending this weekend doing things other than writing and debugging program code — and may even, before long, have the little grey cells back in sufficent working order to start scribbling tendentious poppycock at the usual rate once again.

But for tonight, just a link: an Op-Ed item from the Wall Street Journal (admittedly not a neutral voice on this topic) about the increasing number of scientists who have broken ranks to question the orthodox view of anthropogenic global warming. Here.

Les Choses Sont Contre Nous

We have all had the harrowing suspicion, rising at times almost to a dreadful certainty, that the inanimate objects of the world are arrayed against us with bloodless and implacable malice. We pop the window open on a fine spring morning and it falls back down, shattering the glass. We grab the only pencil at hand in urgent haste to write down a number before it flies from our memory, and the point breaks off. We lift a jar of mayonnaise by its lid, which comes off in our hand; the jar smashes on the kitchen tiles. Our keys conceal themselves behind the toaster. The picture-frame leaps from the wall for no apparent reason. The doorframe interposes itself between our little toe and the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Leave it to the French, who have always understood that we are doomed, to build upon this woeful scaffolding an intellectual edifice, a school of philosophy. It is called Resistentialism, and has been described as being “largely a matter of sitting inside a wet sack and moaning.”

You may learn more here.

I Only Have Eyes For You

French president Nicolas Sarkozy announced yesterday that the burqa — the head-to-toe garment worn by some Muslim women — is “not welcome” in France, and the French National Assembly is now preparing an inquiry into whether the enshrouding of women to shield them from the view of men other than their owners is so fundamentally at odds with Western secular culture that it should be outlawed. In his words:

The problem of the burka is not a religious problem. This is an issue of a woman’s freedom and dignity. This is not a religious symbol. It is a sign of subservience; it is a sign of lowering. I want to say solemnly, the burka is not welcome in France.

I agree wholeheartedly with Mr. Sarkozy that the burqa is indeed an affront to everything that a modern secular nation should stand for. It is a public symbol of inequality and religious oppression, of a grotesque, tribalistic, culture-of-honor system of andrarchic, repressive sexuality that has no place in the modern world. It is no different than leading women about on a dog-leash.

I must ask myself, though, whether to take such an attitude is consistent with my generally libertarian attitude regarding personal conduct. If an adult woman and man enter into an agreement whereby the man shall lead her around in public, on her hands and knees, by a leash, is it the State’s role to interfere?

In this case I am inclined to say yes, as it is clearly in the interest of European culture, for the sake of its own survival in the face of an accelerating demographic cataclysm, to make itself infertile soil for this sort of alien fundamentalism. There is no shortage of places where Muslims are not only free, but encouraged, to subjugate and abase their women in this way; there is no need for France, the very cradle of the Enlightenment, to make itself one of them.

Everybody’s Got One

We’re talking about opinions, of course. Here are two takes on the situation in Iran: from Fouad Ajami, and from Pat Buchanan.

And if you have a little more time, and would like to be better informed about elections in Iran generally, and about that nation’s political structure, read this.

Lies, Damned Lies, And Statistics

As the situation in Iran devolves further into violence, we note that two Ph.D. candidates at Columbia have done some clever statistical work on the official election results, and have concluded that they are almost certainly fake. Story here.

Schlong Of Solomon

We’ve been on the road for the past two days, and have just got home late on this Sunday evening. There’s been no time for keeping up with events, or for the brooding and rumination necessary for the germination of a serious post.

So here’s another pungent item plucked from the ether by our reader JK, who clearly has a knack for digging up this kind of stuff. It’s about preacher Mark Driscoll, who wants to see our better halves fully committed to doing the Lord’s work down here on earth.

The Man Upstairs, as well as a few men down below, should be gratified to see that at least some members of the target audience have already gotten the message.

A Rough Go

I’ve been letting things go to hell around here the past few weeks — there’s been little more than the odd news item or random piece of Internet flotsam — and I do hope things will be getting back to normal soon.

Unfortunately, not being a man of independent means, I depend for my solvency upon gainful employment, which in my case (having extricated myself a few years ago from the smoking wreckage of the recording industry) involves writing and maintaining software for an international corporation of medium size. Software of the sort that I work on is generally released according to an elaborate and detailed schedule, and its release involves carefully planned cycles of development and testing. Scores of people are involved, and the whole thing is managed by the vast and cumbrous apparatus of corporate administration. If any part of this interlocking mechanism fails to perform as expected, the entire machine begins to creak and shudder — so one likes to avoid being the malfunctioning component. This means that one sometimes has to make enormous efforts to deliver one’s piece of the work on time, and that’s what has occupied me, for nearly every waking hour, over the past fortnight or so; I’ve been working each day until the wee hours, and through the weekends as well.

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Mind Over Matter

I am working late once again, and have as yet been unable to return to normal operations around here. So for tonight here’s a little item about physicsists and mysticism.

Who Knew?

In an important development that may have far-reaching consequences, recent reports appear to confirm the suspicion, long held by many, that most people are in fact massively ignorant about almost everything. See here, and here.

What Now?

With a hat tip, once again, to reader JK, here’s a thoughful item by Leslie Gelb on how the situation in Iran may evolve.

A Dull Boy

Apologies to all who have commented or emailed over the past few days: I am still spending nearly every waking hour either at work or aboard one of Gotham’s luxurious subway cars, and probably will be doing so through the first half of this week at least. There are a great many important and interesting things going on around the world right now — and of course “life’s persistent questions” persist as always, and harass the restless and wondering mind in the usual way — but it will all have to wait, as I have bugs to write.

There Is A Tide

It is heartening to see the momentum changing, for the moment at least, in the Muslim world. The excesses of the Taliban have provoked a vigorous response, it seems, in northwestern Pakistan, and there are reports that an al-Qaeda exodus to Yemen and Somalia may be beginning – which may in many way be more problematic in terms of their containment, but which at least would get them farther away from Afghanistan, and from Pakistan’s nuclear arsenal. In Lebanon, Hezbollah was handed a defeat in recent elections, and there has been a rising tide of democratic activism in Iran in advance of today’s elections there.

Time does not permit me to comment further just now — and of course with fundamentalism and authoritarianism exerting a constant pull in the region these trends may easily be reversed, as we have seen so often before — but for the moment at least the wind seems to have shifted a bit.

Up The River

With conservatism back on its heels all over America, loyalty to tradition seems everywhere to be a waning virtue. Not so in New York State politics, where the stewards of the commonweal are every bit as venal and corrupt as they have been since before the Revolution, as we see in this heartwarming item from yesterday’s Times.

Hey, Just Kidding Around

With an impending deadline to meet, I shall remain fettered to my oar till the wee hours for the rest of the week at least. While I am surely grateful, during this disruptive economic paroxysm, to have the opportunity to spend a healthful fifteen hours a day sitting in a cubicle writing code so as to earn my daily crust, this does mean that logorrheic scribblings of the usual sort are quite out of the question.

Fortunately, reader JK has sent a nourishing morsel our way. Apparently some mischievous demigod — Loki, perhaps, or Puck, or the impish Coyote of the American Indians — saw fit, the other day, to amuse himself in human form. Have a look here.

Liszt With A Twist

I’m working very late tonight (and for the rest of the week), and have no time for brooding and scribbling — so for this evening, I’m afraid all I have to offer is froth and diversion. Here, then, are the great Harpo Marx, and his namesake, collaborating on a familiar theme.

Sheep Dip?

Here’s an odd little video clip, showing something or other having a swim in Lake Champlain.

A Dangerous Game

North Korea, which is by some accounts facing catastrophic internal crises as Kim Jong-Il attempts to engineer the transfer of absolute power to his youngest son, has pressed its policy of brinkmanship even further by sentencing two US reporters to 12 years in a labor camp for an alleged border violation.

Everyone is, as might be expected, “deeply concerned”. It is hard to imagine that the Obama administration will be content to let matters stand, but hard also to see a clear way forward. North Korea is forcing itself into a very tight corner here, and given how precarious things appear to be within its borders, anything is possible.

E Unum Pluribus

The Islamic mystic al-Kharraz tells us: “Only God has the right to say ‘I’.”

This necessary insight has nothing to do with Islam, or even God.

Tower Of Babel

In grappling with persistent questions regarding key aspects of human existence and the natural world — intentionality, free will, morality, and so on — it is very easy to become entangled in terminological difficulties. Here’s a particularly contentious example.

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As You Like It

From E.A. Robinson, 1931:

“If a man is a materialist, or a mechanist, or whatever he likes to call himself, I can see for him no escape from belief in a futilty so prolonged and complicated and diabolical and preposterous as to be worse than absurd: and, as I do not know that such a tragic absurdity is not a fact, I can only know my native inability to believe that it is one.”

There you are, then. Take your pick.