Duty Calls

We’ve relocated to the narrow land of the Outer Cape for the next three weeks or so, and unfortunately we have such a full schedule that these pages may be updated only sporadically. There is simply too much else that needs doing: oysters must be gathered, beaches lazed upon, drinks prepared, friends entertained, photons absorbed, books read, ponds swum, lobsters steamed, beauty appreciated, steaks grilled, stars gazed at, grey cells rested, waves ridden, trails walked, guitars strummed, sleep caught up on, and so forth — there’s simply no end to it all. It’s a grim task, but we do think we can manage it all somehow if we apply ourselves diligently, and stay focused.

We’ll post what we can as the opportunity presents itself, but things may not be back to normal around here until sometime after Labor Day.

Know What I Mean?

A few weeks back there was an interesting article by Natalie Angier in the science section of the Times, about a familiar word whose meaning, as it turns out, is not at all clear.

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Les Paul, 1915-2009

We mark with sadness the death of the venerated guitarist and technical innovator Les Paul, who has shuffled off the mortal coil (was that dual or single?) at the age of 94. I owe more to him than most, as he was the inventor of multitrack recording, an arcane craft by which I earned a crust for many years.

You can read his New York Times obituary here. And if you didn’t “pick up” the little joke above, do forgive me. (Likewise if you did.)

Let’s Be Frank

Our friend H. Jeffery Hodges, who writes thoughtfully about the problem that Islam poses to the rest of the world, has been doing so again lately. In posts here, here, and here, he discusses the book Reflections on the Revolution in Europe: Immigration, Islam, and the West, by the Weekly Standard’s Christopher Caldwell.

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God Must Love The Poor

There’s a dark but timely discussion underway at Mangan’s, kindled by this Washington Post item.

Here.

The Scale We’re All Drawn To

Back in 1994 or thereabouts, it was my pleasure to spend a few weeks recording and mixing the Bobby McFerrin album Bang! Zoom!. The album, a collaboration with the band the Yellowjackets, has remained one of my favorites — not only because of the high quality of the music, and the fun I had recording it, but also because it gave me a chance to get to know the extraordinarily gifted Mr. McFerrin, who is one of the most likable and intelligent people I have ever met in thirty years of record-making.

Bobby recently participated in a panel about music and neuroscience at the latest World Science Festival here in New York, and gave a unique and memorable demonstration of the affinity of the human brain for the pentatonic scale. Have a look here (fourth clip from the top, just below the dancing bird).

Intendant

Here’s a strange relic, from a century ago, that was mentioned in the Times recently: The Anglo-American Telegraphic Code.

Back when communication-by-wire was new and edgy technology, its users devised, as a way to keep messages small, a mapping of thousands of words — some of them ordinary English words, others made-to-order — onto various useful phrases. These were collected into a standard reference that telegraphers could use to pack and unpack transmitted content.

Here are a few examples:

Barry: Send immediate notice should a battle occur
Bedelry: I (we) can do but little, if anything, before
Decemvir: Has been dead a long time
Desertless: Denial is useless
Imposable: Ore in winze improving in quality
Outbray: There can be no other
Roselite: Resistance is useless

Odd, interesting reading, from a bygone age of the world. I imagine that back in 1891, when this reference was published, there were even telegraph gurus who had the whole thing memorized, like some sort of secular Hafiz.

You can look at the whole thing here; the title page alone is worth the trip.

Amazing Grace

A very short distance from my house, just inside Prospect Park up at the end of the block, is the 9th Street Bandshell. Every summer it is home to the Celebrate Brooklyn concert series, and it seems that each year the lineup gets better and better.

Tonight the lovely Nina and I strolled up there to see Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, a bluesy rock band from Vermont with roots in the late Sixties, and they were absolutely stupendous.

Frank Zappa famously said that “writing about music is like dancing about architecture”, so I won’t say much here; anyway, I’m still recovering.

But: damn, can that woman sing. Holy crap.

On the table next to me is a book I just got hold of today: Does Life Have A Meaning? It’s by the late philosopher Milton Munitz, whose son Charles, also a philosopher, I got to know just recently. The subject is one that occupies a great deal of my waking attention. Tonight’s performance reminded me that if life does have a meaning, it probably has something to do with music.

If Grace Potter and her band are playing anywhere within mailing distance of where you live, go see them.

Frontier Justice

According to reports, a U.S. airstrike may actually have killed the Pakistani Taliban warlord Baitullah Mehsud, the de facto ruler of South Waziristan. Confirmation is still pending, but if true this is news that will be received with grim satisfaction in many quarters.

Baitullah was one of the most brutal and dangerous men in the region, and that’s saying something. A ruthless jihadist, he claimed responsibility for the attack on the Lahore police station in March, and may also have been behind Benazir Bhutto’s assassination.

Read the CNN account here.

What Could It Be?

In today’s New York Times, Tom Friedman comments on the U.N. Development Program’s Arab Human Development Report, which first came out in 2002, and which has just been updated.

Apparently the news is not good; it seems that, for some reason, the Arab world is rather a depressed and backward place.

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Ladies’ Man

Bill Clinton, who has always had a gift for picking up women, has done it again, even if this time he had to travel a bit farther afield.

I’m certainly glad that the two hostages, Laura Ling and Euna Lee, have been released, and I suppose it would be churlish of me not to give Mr. Clinton a nod for getting it done — but this has been a most unfortunate episode, and it is something of an embarrassment to see our former president making fawning obeisances, on behalf of the United States of America, to North Korea’s grotesque dictator, who is arguably the world’s most despicable tyrant.

According to reports, Mr. Clinton offered an abject apology for the two women’s “hostile acts”, and conveyed more of the same from Mr. Obama, who seems never to have found a misfortune in this world for which the U.S. is not culpable. Mr. Clinton then gave Mr. Kim his deferential assurance that we Americans yearn as one to join him post-haste at the negotiating table, in order that the lying little jackal may ensnare us, without delay, in further deceptions.

Kind of makes you proud.

…So Little Time

YouTube has just launched what looks like an wonderful resource for the insatiable autodidact: an educational site where users can find free online videos from colleges and universities. Read all about it.

Meanwhile, for you videophiles whose preferences lean more toward matters military (or if you just like to watch stuff blow up), reader JK has sent along a link to a website that you’re sure to enjoy. Here.

I fall into both categories, I’m afraid; I have a feeling I won’t be getting much done for the rest of the evening.

Smack! Whinny!

Forgive me for beating a dead horse, but British physician and writer A.M. Daniels, AKA “Theodore Dalrymple”, has also weighed in on whether there is a “right” to health-care, and on whether healthcare is best provided by the government.

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No-Man Band

There’s an item at CNN today about a mechanical music-maker called Cybraphon. It’s the product of a few months of work by a Scottish artist’s collective, and I think it’s rather a nifty bit of work.

Automated music-making is obviously nothing new — music boxes, band organs, and hurdy-gurdys have been around for ages, and of course much, if not most, of everything you hear these days is a collection of samples and synthesized sounds actuated, one way or another, by a computer — but this contraption has, to my ear, something particularly appealing and organic-sounding about it.

You can read the story here (and watch the linked video here) — and to learn more, visit the Cybraphon website, here.

“A Miniature Orchestra In Itself”

With a hat tip to bassist Alex Wan, here’s something enjoyable and instructive: Queen’s Bohemian Rahpsody, arranged for the classical guitar by one Edgar Cruz. Most impressive.

Political Science

Dennis Mangan calls our attention to an article in Newsweek, by Sharon Begley, that takes aim at the burgeoning science of evolutionary psychology. Begley effectively pronounces the field dead, which will certainly be news to its practitioners.

Anthropologist Dan Sperber writes that the evo-psych community knew this broadside was coming, and that its publication in as prominent an organ as Newsweek would be troublesome. In his post he links to a helpful primer on evolutionary psychology, by Leda Cosmides & John Tooby, and also to a rebuttal, published in the Psychology Today blog by behavioral scientist Gad Saad, of Begley’s criticisms of the field.

Saad’s piece, called The Never-Ending Misconceptions About Evolutionary Psychology, is well worth a look.

A sample:

…EP does not imply that we are endowed with a perfectly rigid and inflexible human nature. Rather, we do possess an evolutionary-based human nature that subsequently interacts with environmental cues. That said this does not imply that human nature is infinitely malleable. I challenge Ms. Begley to find a culture in the annals of recorded history where parents were overwhelmingly more concerned about their son’s chastity as compared to their daughter’s. I challenge Ms. Begley to find a culture where on average men have had a sustained preference for mating with post-menopausal women. I challenge Ms. Begley to find a culture where individuals who possess asymmetric facial features are judged to be more attractive and desirable than their symmetric counterparts. I challenge Ms. Begley to find a culture where on average women have had a sustained preference for lazy, submissive, apathetic men as prospective mates. As a side note, contrary to Ms. Begley’s claim, as a woman’s socioeconomic status increases, her preference for a high status man becomes even more pronounced.

…and:

Ms. Begley mentions the proverbial “get-out-of-jail-for-free card” as one of the most pernicious elements of evolutionary psychology. For example, that evolutionary psychologists explain that on average men display a greater desire for sexual variety than do women is taken to mean that we are trying to “justify and condone” men’s infidelities. To repeat a point that I made elsewhere, this is as intelligent a comment as to argue that by seeking to understand the causes of cancer, oncologists are seeking to “justify and condone” the existence of cancerous cells. Evolutionary psychologists are no different from any other type of scientist. They seek to pursue interesting scientific questions unencumbered by any grand conspiratorial agenda.

I have yet to turn up a response by the field’s best-known proponent, Steven Pinker, but I imagine one is forthcoming, or already in print. (See also this post by Steve Sailer.) We’ll return to this topic later.

A Salty Dogfight

According to an item over at CNN, former Procol Harum keyboardist Matthew Fisher has won a lawsuit seeking a portion of the royalties for the band’s classic tune “A Whiter Shade of Pale”. This certainly seems fair, though I wasn’t present as the song was being written: Fisher’s plangent organ-playing is the soul of the tune, and the intro in which the organ states the theme is one of the most recognizable eight bars in the history of rock music.

Apparently Mr. Fisher had to sue bandleader and vocalist Gary Brooker for his piece of the pie, which seems a pity. Mr. Brooker, M.B.E., is one of England’s most prominent philanthropists, but it seems that when it comes to more personal matters he is somewhat less charitable.

Story here.

Time Is Money

David Pogue, the personal-technology columnist for the New York Times is hopping mad. Why? It’s those annoying little messages you have to listen to before you can leave voice-mail for a cell-phone user. You know:

“At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up, or press 1 for more options. To leave a callback number, press 5. (Beep)”

Turns out these things are only there for one reason (after all, we all know what to do, right?): they keep you on the air for a few seconds longer. By doing so, they generate revenue, and plenty of it. Mr. Pogue calculates:

If Verizon’s 70 million customers leave or check messages twice a weekday, Verizon rakes in about $620 million a year. That’s your money. And your time: three hours of your time a year, just sitting there listening to the same message over and over again every year.

These guys sure have a lot of moxie. David Pogue thinks we don’t have to put up with it. Learn more here.

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.”

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