Friday, May 19, 2006

Lovejoy Fountain


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Three views of the Lovejoy Fountain, in downtown Portland.


[Updated 9/06: 3 more photos, plus one of a bumblebee in one of the plaza's many concrete planters.]

Updated 8/25/09: I added a Google map (above) so you can see what the fountain looks like from space. If you're more interested in where it's at than what it looks like, you can always click the zoom-out thingy (i.e. the minus-sign button) a couple of times.

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Some other good pages about the fountain:

  • A piece by Walt Lockley, mostly about the much better-known Ira Keller Fountain, which he prefers.
  • The city parks department has a page about all the fountains it manages.
  • CLIP, the Contemporary Landscape Inquiry Project, at the U. of Toronto.
  • A student project at the Swedish University of Agricultural Sciences.
  • The abstract of a paper presented at the 2005 conference of the Social Science History Association (whoever they are). The article mentions in passing that the fountain was a big hangout for hippies back in the 60's. Hmm. That's the first I've heard about that, but it really wouldn't surprise me.
    Incidentally, you often see the area referred to as "Lovejoy Square", and it turns out this is incorrect. The official name is Lovejoy Fountain Plaza, and the actual Lovejoy Square is a retail development in the Pearl District, way on the other side of downtown. So now we all know better. Yay!
    My rather extensive Flickr photoset of the fountain is here. Enjoy...
  • WML FWIW

    As you might have noticed in an earlier post, I've finally gotten one of them newfangled wireless doohickeys. I quickly noticed that this blog looks really terrible on said gadget. So I hunted around and came up with a solution that seems to work ok. I mean, I don't know why anyone else out there ought to care, exactly. Maybe if you're really bored or something, say, you're on the train to work and you forgot to bring a newspaper or whatever, I dunno. Anyway, the following link pulls in my RSS feed and transmogrifies it into WML, the native tongue of many mobile gizmos. Voila, le fromage

    Enjoy! (Or not.)



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    Thursday, May 18, 2006

    Science & Politics Tidbits for 5-18-06

    The science tidbits come first, because politics is mostly depressing, and matters far less in the long run anyway. Also, this order is the opposite of what the MSM always does, when they cover science stories at all.

    Science

    • Remember how your PE teacher, cross country coach, and the whole rest of the world kept lecturing you about the horrors of lactic acid? Turns out they were completely, totally, spectacularly wrong. Lactic acid is your friend. Thus pointing out yet again the dangers of relying on received wisdom from authority figures, even when they claim science is on their side. Scientists are prone to this as much as the rest of us, and the guy behind the new research had a hell of a time getting it published. Everyone laughed at continental drift too, back in the day. No word yet on whether food and beverages high in lactic acid will help athletic performance. If they need a human guinea pig to knock back a lambic or geuze or two and then get on the treadmill, hey, sign me up. I'm your guy.
    • The media's all over today's story about ancient humans and chimps interbreeding. I picked that particular story to link to because it comes with an amusing cartoon.
    • While that story's kind of gross (which is why they're printing it, of course), I can also easily see it being true, especially if there are bonobos involved. They'll bonk anything, anytime, anywhere, which is why you don't see them in the zoo even in enlightened cities such as ours. That might be just a little too educational for most visitors' tastes.
    • I can also see some people having more chimp DNA than others. Consider, for example, the strong evidence presented at BushOrChimp.com. They don't call him the for nothing, you know.
    • In other primate news, a newly discovered species of monkey, , which the locals just call "kipunji". It turns out the kipunji is the sole representative of an entirely new genus, the first one discovered in 83 years. And as is usual these days, this newly discovered species seems to be critically endangered, with only 500 or so left in the wild.
    • Also, some new research into the surprising linguistic abilities of Nigeria's putty-nosed monkey.
    • And an overview of ongoing debate over Homo Florensiensis, better known as the ancient "hobbit" people from Indonesia.
    • Switching to space news, here's the latest research. The newly-discovered solar system has three planets about the size of Neptune. The story mentions in passing that two are close to the star and therefore probably solid objects "like Mercury" (but vastly larger). Not so long ago it was big exciting news to find a large solid planet around another star, but not anymore. That's how extrasolar planet research works. You find one of a given type, and it's front page news. You find a second one, and already you and everyone else are terribly jaded about it. It's really sort of remarkable how fast this happens.
    • Speaking of Neptune, there may finally be an explanation for how the planet's moon Triton got into its peculiar orbit.
    • There's also yet another Titan flyby coming up on the 20th. Even I'm starting to get just a little blasé about these.
    • And here's a fresh new Silky Anteater item: Montclair State University in NJ has a page with some fun Silky-related games and activities for the kids. Kids these days, they just don't realize how lucky they are. Back in my day, we had no class materials about silky anteaters. Also, we trudged to school barefoot every day, seven days a week, five miles through the snow, uphill, both ways.




    Politics

    • Well, the voters of Oregon mostly didn't listen to me. At least Erik Sten was reelected, just barely avoiding a runoff against The Burdick in November, but everyone and everything else I, ahem, "endorsed" lost by a huge margin. Which is about what I expected, really, and I'm not losing any sleep over it. To put a positive spin on it, I'm pleased to know that about 5-10 percent of everyone in Portland and Multnomah County agreed with me.
    • Admit it: Oregon politics are boring as hell. We collectively just don't have the same instinct for the jugular you see in more red-blooded parts of the country. Even our Republicans are less nasty than elsewhere. This is probably also why no Oregonian has ever been elected president, and also why we have only one Fortune 500 company based here. Even California is nastier than us, sometimes, as seen in this Wonkette piece titled "Best Piece of Direct Mail Ever", which indeed it is, in a morbid sort of way.
    • In other California political news, the Wonkette folks have just announced their official endorsement for governor of the state. Not to spoil the suspense, but apparently she's a famous, um, "movie star", sort of like Aahhhnold, in a way. This sort of thing would never fly here in Oregon. There would be dowdy Columbia Wear involved, and probably a great deal of shivering, and the whole effect would be ruined.
    • Two bits about Tom Friedman,everyone'ss favorite globalizin' windbag. His latest column rips into GWB over cronyism and bungling. But his own hands are far from clean, as seen in his ever-changing analysis of the situation in Iraq. It's just one decisive moment after another for this guy.
    • Following up on a story I was covering earlier, the EU's frozen the assets of top leaders of Belarus, following Lukashenko's reelection farce, and the subsequent arrest of opposition leaders.
    • Singapore had a somewhat farcical election recently, as well. The ruling party lost seats this time, but not enough to make any difference.
    • Let's wrap up with today's Reliable Source at the WashPost, but not because of all that political crap. Scroll down the page, past some random country music guy, until you see the National Zoo's new baby kiwi. Awwwwww.... (Although silky anteaters are still much cuter, of course.)



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    Wednesday, May 17, 2006

    Next Blog

    Here's the latest batch of random blogs, mostly the referrer pages of people who ended up here, with a few choice "Next Blog" hits of my own added in. This time I've attempted to categorize things a little, sort of. And as usual, the ones I felt were especially worthwhile are in bold.

    But first, here are two more Random Blog buttons I came across:
    Next Blog for WordPress.
    Phil Ringnalda's RandomFreshBlog for weblogs.com.

    Also, before we get started, the Wikipedia article on Graph Theory may be worth a read. Technorati says my indegree is up to a semi-whopping 4 now, the latest from a weird site about JelloTM recipes, of all things. This blog's also gotten a mention here, where it/I am described as "cyclotram who regularly writes about NOLA from Portland, OR.". Well, regularly may be pushing it a little, I think. But I feel honored anyone thinks my humble efforts are at all helpful towards rebuilding the city.

    And now, on with our feature presentation:


    Personal BlogsPoliticsMisc
    • Random Drift. About cats, with lots of cute photos. And the "fav blogs" column has links to even more blogs about cats. Awwwwwwww....
    • J'ai Faim, a new food blog with some delicious-sounding recipes. The top item right now is a recipe for Twice Baked Potatoes with Gorgonzola and Rosemary. I admit to certain biases here. You could probably talk me into eating a bucket of rusty nails, so long as it came with enough gorgonzola. (Mmm... Cheesy rusty nails...) And I'm confident that potatoes in any form would be even better.
    • Fast food poisoning blogs. New as of 5/19, not much there yet. But I do like the title, anyway.
    • Stone Channel Showroom & Warehouse, an architectural stone dealer in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, showcasing samples of the various types of stone they sell. For some reason I really like this blog. Maybe it's all the abstract-looking stone samples against a black background. I'm not sure.
    • 35 Days in Europe, a travel blog, as you might've guessed from the name.
    • Studies and Opportunities Abroad for Eastern Europe
    • OCASIÃO - Imóveis. Another blog from Portugal, this one about commercial real estate or architecture (I think). Lots of photos.
    • Pics and Docs
    • The Great Below. I don't entirely follow what this is about, but the top post at the moment concerns the number 666, so this one's getting the boldface treatment.
    • Prabhupada Letters : Anthology
    • Deutsch A1i. From Colombia. Mostly in German. Clearly, I'm missing something here.
    • Playing Online Poker, in Russian (I think).
    • ramas y raices, a bit of genealogy from Argentina.
    Blogs In FrenchNot Safe For Work

    Hello Moblog World

    Let's see if this mobile blogging stuff really works...

    Test test test
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    Otter & Puffin Videos

    Three video clips taken at the Seattle Aquarium a while back. Woohoo, lookit me, ma, I'm vlogging!



    A couple of river otters having a frolic.




    Sea otter feeding time. Sorry I filmed it sideways. I'm still new at this.




    A puffin, doing its thing.


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    Tuesday, May 16, 2006

    Lupines!

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    Lupines near SW Harrison St. between Naito Parkway and Harbor Drive, in downtown Portland.

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    I'd be remiss in my blogging obligations if I didn't at least mention the old Monty Python "Dennis Moore" sketch. And now I've done it. FWIW, I think it's really great how merely adding an exclamation mark to the title of this post makes it an instant Python reference. It just doesn't get any easier.

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    If you're an MMF spammer, you may be eligible for a coveted Lupine Award (inspired by the Python sketch). Although if you want my opinion, MMF spammers really ought to set their sights higher, and try for Darwin Awards.

    BTW, don't eat that lupine! They're poisonous.

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    Sunday, May 14, 2006

    War-Gods of the Deep




    Today's weird little movie is War-Gods of the Deep, a.k.a. The City Under the Sea, a 1965 Gothic tale of mayhem under the sea. It's a Corman film with Vincent Price, allegedly based on the poem "The City in the Sea" by Edgar Allan Poe. And on top of that, it was directed by Jacques Tourneur, who's best known for his earlier film noir work. You'd think all this would add up to quite a fine film, but I have to say that this one's less than the sum of its parts. Which is not to say it isn't worth watching, but I'd have to call it a curiosity, not a classic.

    We can get the plot out of the way pretty quickly. Generic heroine is kidnapped by the baddie (Sir Hugh, the Captain), and hauled off to his weird lair in a ruined ancient city deep beneath the sea. Generic hero isn't ok with this, and makes his way to the baddie's lair, accompanied by his very British comic-relief sidekick, who in turn is accompanied by a pet chicken. Thrilling adventures ensue, including a long "fight" sequence involving deep-sea diving gear and crossbows. A couple of "gill men" make repeated cameos. There are several long scenes full of our heroes talking to various locals who reveal bits of the backstory, and nothing of any great consequence happens for quite a long time. After much aimless milling about, they eventually they locate the heroine, and our dynamic trio attempt to defeat the baddie and escape to the surface. Eventually they do. Also, an undersea volcano erupts and finishes off the undersea city, so we get some nice satisfying explosions right at The End.

    That's basically it. There isn't much of a plot here. The poem isn't much help, either. It provides the setting, but the screenwriters then had to cook up the entire story, such as it is. The movie is a lesson in just how difficult it is to write Poe if you aren't Poe. I do give the filmmakers credit for some of the Gothic elements they dreamed up: The baddie and his henchmen have discovered the secret of perhaps-eternal life, but are condemned to remain forever in the city under the sea. Dry land is nearby, but the men can only go ashore for brief raiding parties, and then only at night. The bells that ring deep in the sea whenever Sir Hugh executes someone. The house perched on a cliff over the ocean, full of creepy guests and secret passages. The glowing undersea volcano and constant earthquakes, providing a constant sense of impending doom. A lot of the sets and visuals are pretty cool, including the main temple room (I'm guessing about the temple part) where Sir Hugh drowns his enemies. The water cascades down between the fingers of a gigantic hand, and of course the hand ends up falling on the bad guy at the end. Other nice visual bits include the matte of the undersea city and the super-cool deep sea diving helmets everyone was using. The US title of the movie is pretty great as well. As soon as I heard the title, I knew I absolutely had to rent the thing. And there's a short bit of Vincent Price reading Poe, which is never a bad thing.

    Now for bad things about the movie. The worst, worst, worst thing about the movie is the interminable undersea "fight" sequence. Basically the filmmakers had a few people miling around aimlessly in diver helmets. They all have the same outfit on, and there's no dialogue, so you end up with no clue whatsoever about what's happening. The film tries to liven things up by splicing in some unconvincing reaction shots by our glorious triumvirate, and loud bombastic music to try to convince you something exciting is happening, all evidence to the contrary. This sequence goes on and on. I didn't time it, but I'd bet it ran at least 15 minutes. You keep thinking, surely they must be done now, but no. I don't know if they just needed filler material; or filming underwater was expensive, and they decided to get their money's worth by using every last minute of footage they filmed; or whether the public genuinely adored the novelty of this stuff back in 1965. But looking at it with 2006 eyes, there's just way too much boring undersea footage. And to top it all off, the undersea chase seems to be completely pointless, and our heroes end up back where they started after all that time. Although the pack of nefarious henchmen disappears from the story after this point, and we never find out what happened to them. Nobody bothers to say a simple "Whew, we lost them", or anything, so it's possible the scriptwriters just forgot about 'em after that. And those "gill-men"... Yes, they look like the Creature from the Black Lagoon, except made by an 8th grade art class. If you watch the fighting closely, you can see a number of gill-man scales and costume bits breaking off. To be fair, lots of movies ripped off the gill-man idea, such as Monster of Piedras Blancas and The Phantom from 10000 Leagues. But if there's a gill-man evolutionary tree, the guys from WGotD rank somewhere near the very bottom.

    I should point out that the film won no awards for acting. Vincent Price (as nasty old Sir Hugh) is his usual entertaining self, but it's all downhill from there. Both ex-teen-heartthrob (and non-action-hero) Tab Hunter, and alleged love interest Susan Hart can barely read their lines, much less sell them to the audience. He was supposed to be a big star for some reason, which explains his presence in the movie. And she got the job because she was married to James Nicholson, one of the film's co-producers. The love angle just doesn't work -- the only indication we get that they have anything in common is in the very beginning, where she remarks that they are the only two Americans among the house's guests, and she thinks they ought to be friends. That's pretty much it. And after the first few minutes, she's the only woman in the movie. A better movie might have given Sir Hugh a daughter or neice, and set up a rivalry for the affections of dreamy Tab Hunter. A better movie might even deliver a proper catfight. But not this movie.

    Meanwhile, David Tomlinson (playing the English twit) is just an insufferable ham. You've seen him in all those 60's Disney movies, and in those he didn't share screen time with a chicken. Ah, the chicken. The business with the chicken is slightly amusing, very slightly amusing, the first couple of times it's inflicted on the audience. And then it happens again, and again. When Vincent Price notices the bird, his eyes light up and he hungrily exclaims "Chicken!". I had my hopes up the chicken might be a goner. But no. One of the reviews linked to below says the studio made the filmmakers add the twit and his chicken. They must've had the movie pegged as a ripoff of 20000 Leagues Under the Sea, except without a submarine, or a giant squid, or any of the other things that made that movie so much fun.

    So is it worth watching? Sure, so long as you don't expect a masterpiece. Or a film that makes sense, to be honest, so this may be a great movie to cook up a drinking game about. When you see the chicken, drink!

    Other reviews of War Gods of the Deep:
    Film Freak Central, RottenTomatoes, 1000 Misspent Hours, Eccentric-Cinema.com (with stills), Monsters at Play. DVD Drive-In, Imaginarium, and Bad Cinema Diary

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    Friday, May 12, 2006

    OMG PONIES!!! LOL!!!!

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    I was talking to a coworker the other day, complaining about something or other, and happened to say, jokingly, "Also, I want a pony." About ten minutes later, she dropped by my desk and delivered the object pictured above, so now I'm the proud owner of a genuine My Little PonyTM (Official Hasbro site here, also see the Wikipedia article). I'm told that it lived in a fish tank for a while before I got it, so it's probably full of weird algae on the inside. But on the outside, it's all pony. YAY!

    I have a small menagerie of animal toys at my desk, including a couple of turtles, fish, a wombat, aliens, robots, glowing skulls, and a few other items, so this is really not very weird by my usual standards. I'm deliberately cultivating an "eccentric streak", and I've deliberately picked something that's guaranteed to confuse and outrage insecure tech-geek fanboys -- which is even more fun than you might think. Yes, they really do get outraged. Jeezus. Check out this April Fool's Day spoof from Wizards of the Coast, announcing the brand new My Little Pony roleplaying game. It sounds like something kids would really enjoy, if it was for real, but it isn't. And a hearty laugh was had all across Nerdistan. You know, because unlike ponies, D&D is for real, and is a very serious matter, and not at all silly in any way. (*snort* *giggle*)

    And who could forget Slashdot's immortal 4/1/06 antics? They started the "Ponies meme", and they've been aggressively marketing it from the very beginning. They're not stupid. They know the core /. audience is dweeby 15 year old boys who don't like their little sisters, and this is a sure way to win their undying devotion.

    Updated: This post's actually attracting quite a few search engine hits for the phrase "omg ponies". I figure that at least some of these visitors come from the aforementioned (semi-)lucrative 15-year-old dweeb demographic. I'd so hate for anyone to leave here emptyhanded, so here's something you guys might enjoy (I think). I recently encountered a brand of high-quality graph paper called Rhodia. It's from France, and comes in A4 and several other Euro-licious metric sizes. For, you know, designing your ultimate D&D dungeon, or drawing anime characters in class, or, well, for doing actual work, if the teacher's watching or whatever. I bought a pad, because I'm an engineer and I just know I need graph paper. I don't know why I need it yet, but I just *do*. Simply having it makes me happy, even if it just sits on my desk, unused, giving off positive engineer vibes. If you're in Portland, Canoe carries it in several sizes.

    Writing about ponies is way more fun than my usual topics -- war, politics, science, religion, heavy stuff like that. So here are some more contemporary MLP items:

    • An account by a guy describing his anxiety over picking up My Little Pony DVDs for his kids at the video store. Seems they're the new male kryptonite, or something. He also freaks out over buying feminine hygeine products at the grocery store. It turns out that the potential opinions of random store clerks are wayyyy more important than I ever imagined. So, so sad.
    • Curiously, My Little Pony figured in the recent Kaavya Viswanathan plagiarism scandal, with one character in her novel Opal Mehta threatening another with the immortal line "I'll tell everyone that in eighth grade you used to wear a My Little Pony sweatshirt to school every day."
    • A San Francisco-based writer was moved to exclaim "Omigod, that's My Little Pony!" while visiting Iceland. Right around dinnertime, to be specific. And they eat puffins there, too. The bastards!
    • You have to move quickly (like Seabiscuit!) if you want to cash in on ephemeral internet memes; somewhere, some poor schmoe is stuck with a whole warehouse of "All Your Base" coffee mugs, and he won't sell a single one until the inevitable wave of AYBABTU nostalgia hits about 15 years from now. Our friends at CafePress are on the ball, as usual, and they'll be happy to slap an "OMG!!! Ponies!!!" logo onto any of their usual articles of clothing.
    • On the other hand, even though it's been nearly 2 full months since /. pulled its ponies stunt, omgonies.com is still just a bare-bones "Coming Soon" page, and omg-ponies.com is an empty WordPress blog. You snooze, you lose, that's all I'm sayin'. Wait much longer, and it'd be like putting up a new "Dancing Hamsters" fanboi page.
    • Also, a brand new My Little Pony movie is on the way. I'll set a toy pony on my desk, but I think watching a movie about 'em would be just way too much pony, thank you very much.
    • On a bit more of a tangent, this article is mostly about the weird fad of using live Madagascar hissing cockroaches as jewelry, another one of those 5-minutes-before-the-fall-of-Rome trends we're seeing a lot of lately.

      A quote from the article:

      ''It's encrusted in a pattern of multicolored jewels, and also comes with a silver chain you can clip on to this belt it has which acts like a leash. You pin it to yourself, and the critter can roam around your shoulders and chest unchecked. Hence, it's a roach brooch. . . . I'm still not sure what is to become of Hissy. I am in talks with a friend to give him to her daughter as a pet. Your first thought is: What would a 5-year-old girl want with a cockroach? But then you have to remember the jewelry angle -- it looks like a demented, post-apocalyptic My Little Pony."

    • Here's a concise roundup of all things roach-brooch-related, and this very post makes a cameo appearance, down towards the bottom, for the moment, anyway. Hooray for me! Mission Accomplished!
    • My obligatory conservation / biodiversity item: Here's a list of rare animal breeds indigenous to the UK, including several breeds of horses and ponies (real, live ones, not made of plastic). Among these are the Eriskay Pony and the Exmoor Pony.
    • And this is 100% utterly unrelated: The latest voting scandal on . Quite honestly, I just wanted an excuse to stick the phrase "american idol" in here, since that generates lots of page hits and stuff. And I'm sorry, but this isn't exactly a surprise. If you let Rupert Murdoch run your elections, this sort of thing is inevitable.
    • Updated: Actually I haven't had a single page hit from anyone searching for "american idol". Those people are smarter than I thought, or maybe they turn up their noses at anything that isn't on MySpace, I dunno.
    • Two Flickr photosets of 100% pony pics.

    • Stop the Presses!!! I just checked, and the pony's underbelly bears a non-Hasbro logo. It's not a real My Little Pony at all, but one of the "Pony Tales" line from Lanard Toys. Despite the big word "INTEGRITY" that flies around the screen at the start of their big Flash presentation, they seem to have gotten in trouble in the past over cloning other companies' products.
    • Here's a page devoted to exposing Fakie Ponies, which is what I have on my hands here. A cheap made-in-China knockoff, as opposed to an expensive made-in-China original. I'd go complain to my not-to-be-named coworker, but they always say to never look a gift horse in the mouth. Which is impossible, incidentally, since its mouth doesn't open.
    • But not all is lost: Although they'll never be real ponies, Lanard products do have their place in the overall pony ecosystem. Seems they make great organ donors, well, hair donors, if you're restoring or customizing your Real MLP Pony.
    • Lanard ponies do have their fans, though, as evidenced by this forum thread. Things get a little testy as the discussion continues. Seriously.
    You may not believe this, but this pony has a special voice that only I can hear, and on occasion it whispers softly to me. Unfortunately I seem to have acquired a mutant-clone insane neocon wingnut pony, and it's convinced me, in its cute cuddly-wuddly way, to pledge eternal warfare against the infidel Care Bear evildoers. So if I ever come across any, it's going to be all-out "Shock and Awe" time, for sure. And don't even get me started about the Axis of Weebles. tags:

    Thursday, May 11, 2006

    Greetings, NSA Spookbots!

    I'd started writing an outraged post about the latest NSA spookiness, but didn't quite get it polished off before RL work intervened, and I had to go dink around with some Linux Itanium makefiles for the umpteenth time. Which as it turns out was a good thing; I reread what I'd written, and I clearly needed to chill out a little. Simply swearing at the bastards won't help, even if they are reading this -- and I have to assume they are. I don't mean an actual person reading this, of course -- I'm merely a multicellular microbe in the TTLB ecosystem, after all -- but rather a bot scraping the net for keywords. I'd hate for the poor little bot to go away without any keyword hits whatsoever, so here are a few, just off the top of my head:
    Osama, Plutonium, Fallujah, 9/11, Anthrax, Zarqawi, Saddam, Hijacking, Kerry, Subway, Sarin, Reactor, Syria, WMD, Pipeline, Jihad, Ahmadinejad, Yellowcake, Bush, Cheney, Oil, Afghanistan, Jesus, Rapture, Chechnya, Armageddon, Sheehan, Baghdad

    I'll structure this as one of my usual bullet-point lists. I find bullet-point lists to be oddly calming. If you can just set everything down in a tidy structured list, the world can't have gone completely off its nut. It's like aromatherapy for engineers, I guess. The Jameson is helping a little as well, but not nearly enough. Some links I came across, along with various points as they occur to me.


    • We'll start out with the original USA Today story. I have to wonder how other big media types feel right now, having been scooped by USA Today? They also had a very good editorial accompanying the main article, which ended in the rather chilling line "The White House declined to provide an opposing view to this editorial.".
    • One of the best stories I've seen about the reaction to the news, from the San Jose Mercury News. Looks like Dubya's just scared the living daylights out of everyone in Silicon Valley, especially since so many tech workers come from overseas and routinely make international calls, things that the NSA's data mining operation would be sure to zero in on.
    • The liberal blogosphere is having a cow, of course. Here are some reactions at DailyKos, Unclaimed Territory, Firedoglake (also here). Not much at Wonkette that I can see. But as soon as one of the key figures wears something interesting, I'm sure they'll be right on it.
    • A long piece at The Moderate Voice rounding up today's MSM hubbub.
    • A good Seattle Times backgrounder on exactly what "social-networking analysis" is all about.
    • One of the pieces mentioned in the last item is a great Eugene Robinson piece at the WaPo. He boils it down to a few very simple points, the biggest being that whether or not the program is technically legal, Bush flat out lied to us about it. Looked us in the eye, all sincere and everything, and lied to us.
    • I'm proud to say I'm a Qwest customer. I never thought I'd say that. Their broadband offerings are a little behind the times compared to what Verizon offers (Verizon serves the 'burbs here in PDX), and their record on fixing things quickly and correctly isn't the best, although it's vastly improved over what it was 6-7 years ago. But I can still call up the in-laws and talk smack about Our Glorious Leader, and he won't ever know about it. Thank you, Qwest!
    • As I've said before, it's inconceivable that this administration would give itself this kind of power, and accumulate this much information, and then not seek to abuse it for purely partisan ends. They insist all of their domestic spying (that we know about) is done strictly against "enemies" of the country, and I expect they genuinely believe that's what they're doing. I'm sure they feel they have the best of intentions. But then, conservative types are always lecturing us on how anyone who disagrees with the president is a freedom-hating evildoer. So we can assume the NSA and its Bushevik masters are using an extremely broad definition of "enemy".
    • If the program really is constitutional, which they keep telling us it is, why aren't they sharing this info with law enforcement? Surely that would be a fantastic idea, one that nobody could possibly oppose. I mean, assuming the NSA program is legal.
    • A piece from the 9th, just before the latest story broke, speculating that the Hayden nomination was Karl Rove's idea. The piece argues that Karl and friends think domestic surveillance is a great wedge issue to use against Democrats in November, and Hayden was nominated to get the issue back on the front burner again. Possibly they're rethinking that now. Or possibly not. I really have no idea how this is going to play in Peoria. I no longer pretend to have even the foggiest clue about how those people think. Maybe they'll absolutely love it, and Dubya's numbers will be back over 50 the next time they run a poll. They voted for the guy twice, so I'm not sure there's any limit to the amount of BS they're willing to believe.
    • Some people have even speculated that Bush & Co. deliberately leaked the story, for the reasons given in the last item. I don't know what to think about that, but I certainly wouldn't put it past them.
    • I also doubt the latest news will change the minds of any of the 31-percenters out there. They drank the Kool-AidTM a long time ago. Patiently telling them about the latest outrage won't help matters; they love the guy precisely because they assume he is doing this sort of thing, and they wish he'd do a lot more of it.
    • I'd like to go out on a limb and offer a prediction: By this time next week, they'll trot Cheney out to do his usual routine, questioning the loyalty and patriotism of anyone who isn't thrilled about being spied on. I'm betting he'll surface on one of the weekend talking head shows, or if not that, a staged photo op in front of cheering soldiers.
    • I have to say this is a bad time to be a pessimist, which I am, because every time I think I'm finally pessimistic enough, something else bad happens. But here's my pessimistic view of how this is going to play out. Of course nothing will change as a result of the latest disclosure. Congress won't provide any meaningful oversight. Hayden will be confirmed, in a grotesque rerun of the Alito charade. (Surely he has a photogenic wife who's willing to burst into tears at key moments in the hearings.) We're seeing a few quotes from Congressfolk indicating they're feeling a tad more riled than usual, but nothing will come of it. In the end, they'll just end up legalizing whatever Bush is up to, anyway. The D's will run away from the issue at top speed, like they did with the last wiretapping scandal, and Feingold's censure motion, and all the other issues that have come down the pipe in the last 5 years.
    • Updated: Well, we have our answer, at least our initial answer, on the public reaction to the latest NSA news. They absolutely love it. Or at least that's what they say when asked about it over the phone. I was afraid this was going to happen. People just don't care about their basic civil liberties anymore. The bastards. The Bill of Rights would never pass in this country if we put it up for a vote.


    You know, I'm not actually feeling any better. But at least the solution is obvious, as hard as it may be to achieve. ITMFA!

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    Tuesday, May 09, 2006

    Mmmm... Ortolans... (Mmmm!?)


    In the previous post, I made a rather rash comment to the effect that I'd be willing to eat just about anything, if I thought it might taste good. Let me qualify that, please: I do firmly draw the line at chowing down on endangered species, in case you were wondering, or getting ready to picket me, or something.

    I mention this because while I was rifling through some old cookbooks full of (mostly) icky food while writing that last post, I came across a real gem. This recipe comes from an old, fussy 1972 cookbook of mine, "Great Classic Recipes of Europe", which combines two of this blog's continuing fixations: Weird food, and cute wildlife. I am referring, of course, to "Ballotine de Faisan Villeneuvoise Flanquee d'Ortolans" (the book omitted any vowel accent marks in the name -- it's not my fault!) , which the book translates as "Pheasant Presented in Sausage Form, Flanked with Game Birds", proving again that everything sounds tastier in French. But the English translation is inaccurate, in that not just any old "game birds" will suffice. No, this recipe calls for ortolans, small birds which are both a legendary French delicacy, and a highly endangered species. A footnote in the recipe explains that ortolans are "Tiny birds (buntings) much prized as delicacies in Europe. Gourmet stores sometimes carry the small birds canned, or halves of very small Cornish game hens could be used as a substitute". So I think the authors were sort of aware the birds were scarce even in 1972, but failed to grasp the environmental implications of that fact. I'm not going to reproduce the recipe in full here, because it's exceedingly complex, and 95% of it concerns the tedious preparation of the pheasant ballotine, which doesn't really concern us right now. Among the 36(!) ingredients, we require 6 ortolans, and 6 pastry shells. The relevant instructions are simply: "Braise ortolans 5 minutes in fat. Salt and arrange them in individual flaky pastry tart shells".

    That cookbook isn't the only book I've got that mentions ortolans. They also appear in a fascinating 1834 natural history volume titled System of Natural History (although later editions are known as The Naturalist's Library, and the book's more commonly known by that name), compiled by one Augustus Addison Gould. The University of Michigan has a searchable online version of the book here, with images of the original text's pages. Here's what the book has to say about ortolans:

    THE ORTOLAN 2
    Is somewhat less than the yellow-hammer. The plumage on the upper parts is brownish chestnut, mixed with black; the under parts are pale rufous. These birds are common in France and Italy, but are not found in England. They are caught in numbers to fatten for the table. This is done by including them in a dark room, and feeding them with oats and millet. By this process they become so fat that they would die from that cause alone, were they not killed for sale. In this state they will sometimes weigh three ounces, and are accounted the most luxurious repast of the epicure, being, as it were, one lump of exquisite fat.

    2 Emberiza hortulana, LIN.


    A few more E. hortulana items:

    • In case you missed it in the Wikipedia article I linked to above, ortolans were served in the traditional style as part of Francois Mitterand's last meal.
    • Photos of ortolans in the wild, taken by a birder in the UK.
    • A page (in French) with instructions on how to capture ortolans in the wild and fatten them up for the table.
    • An allegedly Italian recipe in Japanese for "risotto dell ortolan". If the photo is correct, I don't see an actual bird in the dish, but maybe it's under the rice or something.
    • A project on ortolan conservation in Norway.
    • And a paper by Finnish researchers noting a crash in the ortolan population [PDF] in southern Finland, due to agricultural development and the resulting loss of habitat. You'd think you'd see the habitat loss argument being advanced as an excuse by militant ortolan devotees, but they just don't even bother trying to explain themselves.
    • Recipe-For.com has several recipes for ortolans, beginning with Broiled Ortolans in Papers. Click the "Fried Ortolans" link to go on to the next one, a tasty sounding concoction with bacon and a white wine sauce. And so on.


    Like I said, I'm not actually in favor of eating these poor little creatures, even if I'm providing recipes. They're strictly for you to marvel at, ok? Eating ortolans is one of those things people indulge in when they have far too much money and not a clue about how to enjoy life. Sort of like caviar, Havana cigars, and luxury SUVs. Blech. But the ortolan phenomenon is still fascinating to me. It's a mystery how, of all the species of tiny birds out there, this one gets singled out as an ultra-high-end delicacy. And it's amazing how, once something like this gets going, it feeds on itself, and continues unchanged for centuries. It doesn't translate into afficionados switching to other tiny helpless songbirds when the ortolan becomes scarce. Passing laws against the practice has no effect, since ortolanophagy is typically restricted to the rich and powerful, people who can and regularly do ignore the law with impunity (which is why the bird's probably doomed in the long term). No doubt that's the real thrill for a lot of ortolan-munchers. And even if the birds weren't being captured from the wild, and they weren't endangered, the traditional force-feeding process would still be unbearably cruel. And on top of everything else, the Mitterand link (above) notes that many first time ortolan diners are overcome with nausea, which suggests people don't eat the birds for the taste. It's just one fresh horror after another here. This is true decadence in the Roman style, and not in a good way. No, this is 5-minutes-before-the-fall-of-the-Empire, profoundly pessimistic, joyless decadence. The nihilist's last meal, sucking the last bitter juice out of the world, leaving nothing behind but an empty husk, and not caring a whit about it. A cullinary "Après moi, le déluge".

    Compared to that, grinding up rhino horns as an aphrodisiac seems almost civilized. Almost.

    Linkage: "Ortolan Buntings, Qatar" at 10,000 Birds

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    Monday, May 08, 2006

    Blurry Photos of Tater Tots

    blurry tater tots #1

    I realized I hadn't posted anything here since Thursday. Then I realized I couldn't think of anything to write about. Ah! The dreaded Blogger's Block! I've actually been trying to write a post about Portland's South Waterfront mess, but I decided I need a map to really explain what's going on, and I'm still figuring out how to use that pesky Google Maps API. So it may be a while before you get to see that post.

    Also, I'm bored. Every now and then I peek over at the xterm where g++ is grinding away on my HP-UX build box. It's been doing that for a couple of hours now. My, what an exciting job I have.

    blurry tater tots #2

    Luckily I had some really poor photos of tater tots just lying around, so I figured I'd write about those instead. You might think this is a really pointless topic. Perhaps you didn't realize that tater tots are a matter of life and death. Or at least they are in San Antonio.

    blurry tater tots #3

    Perhaps you're also unaware of tater tots' key position in our national cuisine. Here's a vast archive of recipes for Tater Tot Casserole. Before sneering, please recall that "casserole" is a French word. So clearly it can't be that bad. The Boston Globe goes much further, offering a recipe for Cod with Truffled Leek Sauce with Tater Tots. Although I'm not sure this is truly a tater tot recipe per se, since they merely serve as the starchy side dish and aren't actually combined with the cod or the leek sauce. I suppose you could mash it all together on the plate with your fork, though, if you felt you needed to. The article claims the recipe's originally from a book titled "Spice: Flavors of the Eastern Mediterranean". Doesn't sound all that Mediterranean to me, although on the other hand I'll bet tater tots would go great with hummus, come to think of it.

    blurry tater tots #4

    Our very own Oregonian gets in on the act, with a recipe combining tater tots and crab. It's a shame that I don't really care for crab very much. Maybe if it was combined with crispy golden potato ambrosia, I'd find it more palatable. Perhaps.

    And here's something novel: Rather than using store-bought tater tots as a raw ingredient, here's how to make your own tater tots. Pasta began to be considered an upscale, gourmet food once you could buy a special gadget and make your own at home. I entertain high hopes for a similar transformation of the humble tater tot.

    Note: Not to be prissy or anything, but everything below this horizontal line here is at least a little gross, and none of it has much do with tater tots. So if you're strictly here for the tater tots, you could quit now and not miss much. Between the first line and the second, it's mostly just funny (well, I think so, anyway) and maybe a little gross, if you're a wuss. Really the first line is there as a buffer between the food and the more offputting material. After the second line it gets a lot grosser, and it may or may not be funny, depending on your sense of humor. So you were warned, sort of, I guess. Actually I'm mostly doing this to give this post the appearance of structure. But if I can ward off any litigious nutjobs before they decide I owe them beeeeelion$ just because I made them feel all sad and confused inside, hey, that's all the better.


    I do realize that for a lot of people, tater tots straddle the line between tasty food and gross food. I don't, but I do think gross food is awfully funny sometimes. I recently bought an extremely funny book about gross food, Wendy McClure's "The Amazing Mackerel Pudding Plan: Classic Diet Recipe Cards from the 1970s". If you're cheap, or you just want to try before you buy, some of the material is also up on the author's website. Observe her difficulties in captioning the photo of "Liver Pate en Masque". More gross recipes may be obtained here. And here are even more of 'em.

    Updated: Here are a few more icky food resources, for your entertainment, or at least for mine:
    • The legendary Steve, Don't Eat It!. I say "legendary" because think I'd heard of this page before I saw it today. Pickled pork rinds!? I'll eat just about anything, if I think there's any chance it might taste good. I'll happily chow down on normal pork rinds. And I'm also a big fan of just about anything pickled, especially if there's a big pile of garlic involved. But combining the two things... ugh... And those photos...
    • A post at Deanaland titled "Remember the 50's?", including a horrific jello mold, and the surprisingly straightforward instructions for making "7UP in Milk". Mmm!
    • A Slashfood article, "The stuff of nightmares: 1950s food ads", which in turn links to Plan59, a site devoted to mid-20th-century commercial art.
    • "The American Food FAQ". As in, questions frequently asked by Swedes about US food, along with amusing answers. Don't worry, the page is in English.
    • A page from Sri Lanka, covering a few things the author thinks are gross, including haggis and chitlins.
    • And for dessert, why not visit Bad-Candy.com. You may not realize this, but if you've been raised exclusively on candy churned out by large multinational conglomerates, you're missing out on the best and the worst the confectionary world has to offer. And it gets far, far worse than you could have reasonably imagined.
    Ok, here's that second horizontal line I warned you about. I'm even adding some whitespace as a bit more of a buffer.
    I was disheartened to learn that there's (supposedly) an extremely painful-sounding sex act called "tater tots". Click here only if you're absolutely sure you really want to know. No photos or graphic descriptions, thankfully. Honestly, I bet someone just made this up, and nobody's ever really tried it. Ow! OW!!! But if you didn't want to go away from this blog with that particular image in your mind, today's your lucky day! Here's a completely unrelated item from over at K5, where some weird guy claims he cured his asthma by giving himself intestinal parasites. Hint: It involves a trip to Cameroon, and a lot of walking around barefoot in the local latrines. And now you know. tag:

    Sunday, May 07, 2006

    South Waterfront (I)



    [I was originally planning to embed a Google map in this post to help illustrate the situation I'm describing, but the Tribune article this leads with is a week old now, so I figure I might as well post this, and just post again when I get the map thing figured out. 5/13/06 ]

    [Updated: Ok, I found a decent pic of the general area, although it's centered somewhat to the north of the South Waterfront area proper. It links to a fascinating and unusual site all about highway interchanges. Even more I-405 freeway geekage here and here, if you're interested. 5/15/06]


    Friday's Portland Tribune carried an article about the looming transportation nightmare in the city's soon-to-be-ultra-ritzy South Waterfront district. (Google Map of the area here, at least until I figure out that Google Map API.) It seems that a streetcar line, an aerial tram, and a completely rebuilt street grid in the area won't suffice to transport the idle rich between their condos and whatever it is they do with their time. Seems they're also going to need a MAX line, and a new bridge over the Willamette, things the city's not eager to talk about.

    Now, I'm all in favor of new MAX lines, and I think the city desperately needs at least one new bridge in that general part of town. But if current trends at city hall hold true, the MAX line and bridge we end up with will be designed without considering the good of the city as a whole.

    For example, I have a funny feeling that the new bridge they have in mind won't carry auto traffic, because a.) it's cheaper that way, and b.) city hall's mass transit idealism knows no bounds. The existing connections between downtown/I-405/I-5 and SE Powell and McLoughlin are pretty awful, and much of the current infrastructure dates back to the mid-1940s or even earlier, when this was a much smaller city. I've complained before about the way traffic flows in that area, especially around the west end of the Ross Island Bridge, and the surrounding, historic Corbett-Terwilliger-Lair Hill neighborhood. Though there are (supposedly) plans afoot to tinker with the bridge approaches a little, in the end I think a new bridge is needed. The west end of the bridge is simply in the wrong spot to serve cross-town traffic.

    The transportation problems in the area have been studied fairly extensively, most recently in the South Portland Circulation Study [PDF]. But unfortunately, fixing stuff costs money, and fixing it properly costs even more money.

    Consider, for example, the problem of east-west travel in the area. The aforementioned tram is supposed to connect OHSU and South Waterfront. This does nothing for the disgruntled citizens of the CTLH area, so the city's throwing them a rare bone, and is planning to build a pedestrian bridge over I-5 so they can walk over and visit their high-rise neighbors/rivals on the other side of the freeway. There still won't be any convenient way to drive from one side to the other, because that would cost more.

    And it's worth pointing out that pedestrian bridges do very little to create a sense of neighborhood unity, for example look at the amusingly named "Failing Bridge" in North Portland, or the bridge over Naito Parkway near the Ross Island Bridge ramps, which connects SW 1st and the so-called "Bermuda Triangle" area.

    The biggest problem is geography, pure and simple. You've got a narrow strip of land between the steep West Hills and the Willamette River, and this constricted area is home to several major north-south arteries (I-5, Barbur Blvd., Macadam Ave., Naito Parkway), and a historic neighborhood that won't stand for being ripped up by transportation planners yet again, and a major university (OHSU), or two if you include Portland State in the area (it sits just to the north of the I-405 loop). And the current infrastructure accreted haphazardly over most of the 20th century, much of it designed prior to any modern notion of how to do a major road properly. The designers of the area certainly assumed that nobody would ever want to walk or bike anywhere ever again, since cars are so much more modern and convenient. So whatever work ends up being done in the area will consist in large part of trying to correct previous screwups, without tearing up the fabric of the neighborhood any further.

    While we breathlessly wait for The Powers That Be to figure out how to do that, here's a webcam where you can watch the condo towers going up.

    Thursday, May 04, 2006

    Misc_Wildlife




    The two pics shown here come from new research being done on oceanic zooplankton. You probably don't care all that much about zooplankton (please don't take that personally, I'm just talking statistical likelihood here). But you have to admit the pictures are kind of cool.

    Surprisingly, FOX News has the story as well, although they play up the Bermuda Triangle angle. Because the rubes love stupid crap like that. Still no sign of Natalee, though.

    If your cup of tea doesn't include plankton, here are some newly discovered frogs in Laos. I get the impression that if you want to make a name for yourself in biology fieldwork right now, you want to be working in Laos, where just about everything is a species previously unknown to science, including whatever it was that you just ate for dinner. Grilled Laotian Rock Rat, anyone?

    The feds have decided to list a couple of coral species as "threatened". It's a mild step, to be sure, but it's still more than I would've expected from the Busheviks. Maybe some wealthy campaign contributor is a scuba diver in his spare time, or we're getting ready to bomb some random Third World country and we're planning to use "protecting the coral" as a handy excuse. Nothing would surprise me these days.

    A couple of cute pictures of blackbirds, from across the pond. Baby birds usually aren't cute, but this is a notable exception.

    Turning to the plant kingdom, India is facing the loss of many species of wild banana trees. I didn't realize bananas were originally from India, but apparently they are. Which means that when you see the trees growing elsewhere, in the Carribbean for example, they aren't truly wild but instead are feral bananas.

    Wednesday, May 03, 2006

    M is for Meltdown

    Today brings more evidence that the warmongers are going into full meltdown mode: The "august" Wall Street Journal published a piece by Shelby Steele (his real name, apparently) titled "White Guilt and the Western Past", in which he suggests that the answer in Iraq is to basically just carpet-bomb the hell out of everyone, indiscriminately and without mercy. This childish ranting is not the sort of thing you'd hear from a major-thinktank conservative if they thought the war was going well. And the WSJ wouldn't have published it, under normal circumstances. Not very buttoned-down or respectable, certainly. But they know they've screwed up, and they're desperately looking for someone or something to blame. Other than themselves, I mean. The fact that they control all three branches of government, the military, the media, and so forth, makes this a bit difficult. They can try to pin the whole thing on a few scruffy left-leaning professors, but that sort of lacks the proper scope and grandeur, so the current spin is that it's the fault of some sort of vague vestigial namby-pamby liberalism that suffuses the entire culture and rots our souls from within, or something.

    A couple of good takes from the blogosphere, from Unclaimed Territory and Orcinus. One perceptive comment from the first story, from Anonymous Liberal:

    Wow. Sometimes arguments just leave me speechless. Steele's argument reminds me of someone who is losing a game of chess and in frustration picks up the board and throws it, scattering the pieces everywhere.

    When the going gets tough, just bomb the hell out of everything. That'll work.


    Throwing the chessboard. That really is the perfect metaphor for what we're seeing. And there's an epidemic of chessboard-throwing going on these days, over in the cons' parallel universe. Witness this pro-Steele post over at Blogs for Bush. Apparently it's a really courageous and noble act to assert that your country is superior to everyone else. And then he goes on and on about it, blah, blah, blah, since simply saying something over and over again makes it true, or at least it does over in the other universe. Also, in the other universe, abandoning your nation's core principles at the first sign of trouble is a sign of strength, not of weakness, I gather.

    (Even the ever-spineless New Republic gets in on the Steele-bashing act just a little. The Steele article's low-hanging fruit, quite honestly, and they need to occasionally do something to prove they're still not Republicans yet. So now that's done, and they can go back to bashing dangerous radicals like Alan Colmes and Joe Lieberman again.)

    You do have to admit that Steele knew exactly the right moment to toss the grenade. This sort of talk is guaranteed to upset the left regardless of the hour or the season. And with right-wing types a.) already riled up over race issues with the ongoing immigration debate, and b.) starting to play Desperately Seeking Scapegoat over Iraq, Steele's piece pushes all of the right buttons.

    Which brings us to the obvious question: WTF does "white guilt" have to do with Iraq? Look closely the next time you see a picture of a crowd of Iraqis. Do they look even remotely nonwhite to you? Are they somehow just "honorary" nonwhite people because of their religion? Is that it?

    If you'd followed the link on Steele's name early in the article, you'd have noticed that he's a black conservative, a la Clarence Thomas, which means his day job at the Hoover Institution is to gibber on about nothing but race relations, day in and day out, saying all the crap it isn't respectable to say if you're a white conservative. I guess it's ok for him to talk about Iraq, so long as he tries to tie it to his area of expertise, and makes it clear that whatever's gone wrong in Iraq is 100% completely the fault of those civil rights evildoers way back in the 60's. Amazingly, this makes perfect sense to the 32-percenters out there. Perhaps I'm biased, as a non-boomer, but am I the only person out there who thinks conservatives' obsession with the 1960's has become more than a little pathetic? I mean, next year marks the freakin' 40th anniversary of the "Summer of Love", but they still talk about it as if it was the Apocalypse. It's ancient history. Get over it, already, and find some new material. No, wait. Keep doing what you're doing, and keep lecturing the kids of today about obscure cultural events that happened decades before they were born, and expect them to care. Go ahead. It'll work out just great for you. Fantastic, even. I'm sure of it. Trust me.

    Steele's useful at the moment, because Iraq scapegoats are thin on the ground. The cons figure they may as well trot out one of the hoary old classics, the civil rights agitators, and Steele's just the man to do it. Who cares if it's true or not? If conservatives cared about truth, we wouldn't be in Iraq in the first place, after all. But Steele's only useful for this one narrow purpose, and I expect he'll slink back into the dark shadows of Barad-Dur-by-the-Bay (the Hoover Institution, using "by the bay" fairly loosely) as we ramp up for the next wars the neocons have in store for us. If anything, the people of Iran are even more Caucasian-looking than Iraqis, which I understand is a point of pride within Iran. Heck, even the name "Iran" is related to the word "Aryan", and the neocons' beloved Shah gained the Peacock Throne after his father was deposed for supporting Germany in WWII. So there's really not a lot of raw material here for Steele's usual schtick. And Sudan is even worse; we can't very well go and slaughter the Arab Sudanese on behalf of the African Sudanese, and then blame the whole thing on white guilt if it goes badly. That wouldn't make a lot of sense, would it? And even if Syria's the next target, the best Steele could do is rehash his current argument about Iraq. I don't see it convincing a lot of fence-sitters this time around, and I doubt it'll work much better the next time around either.

    The really obscene thing about Steele's article is that he plays the race card to justify the indiscriminate slaughter of civilians. Seems the best way for conservatives to show just how much they hate Al Sharpton is to turn Ramadi or Tikrit into the next Dresden. That'll show him, for sure. And after a few of these new Dresdens, our decades-long liberal cultural malaise will be exorcised, the 1950's will magically come back, women will all stay home and have babies, "separate but equal" will be the law of the land, and true Christian morality will rule the universe. Or whatever.

    When they wax nostalgic about about our supposed ruthlessness in WWII, the cons conveniently forget that 60+ years of technological progress have happened between then and now. They seem to think FDR would've refused to use smart bombs if he'd had the option, I guess because dumb, civilian-killing bombs are so much more manly. These bombs may primarily fall on nearby things with no military value, but that's ok, apparently, and is definitely not a waste, because "collateral damage" gives us a really nice cathartic feeling, all the more so when it's done deliberately. Steele's bio doesn't say he has any military experience, so I'm inclined to think he has none, which would be par for the neocon course. It's interesting how chickenhawks are always so much more enthusiastic about killing civilians than actual military people tend to be.

    Of course, killing all those civilians is purely theoretical at this point, and we can all hope it remains so. Steele's aim seems to have been to present a (hopefully) unrealistic strategy for "victory" in Iraq, and then assign blame for the fact that it's not being followed. It's a whiny, childish chickenhawk game, and what's more, two can play that game. In that spirit, I submit to you that we'd be in a lot better shape in Iraq if we just had the services of a vast army of clones, kinda like in the recent Star Wars movies. But those head-in-the-sand conservatives are blocking this sure path to glorious victory with all of those pesky religious objections to cloning, stem cells, and the like. There. That was easy.

    Updated: Here's another article in the same vein as Steele's, this time a long screed from the Ayn Rand crowd titled “Just War Theory” vs. American Self-Defense. The article gets fairly tedious and bogs down in Objectivist jargon here and there, but I gather they're arguing that the indiscriminate slaughter of civilians is not merely desirable from a coldly practical standpoint. In fact, they argue, it's the one and only truly moral option. I always knew the Rand crowd were raving lunatics, but this really takes the cake. And here's a classic wingnut "nuke-em-all" tirade, from way back in 2004. Clearly some people have even shorter fuses than Steele does, although the WSJ hasn't quite stooped to granting them dead-tree space just yet.

    Updated II: But wait! There's more! Here's a piece at the Wash. Times just titled "Lessons for Iraq", again arguing that "liberalism" is somehow sapping our national resolve, and repeating the cons' bizarro-world "First Law of Holes", namely, "If you find yourself in one, just keep on digging, forever if necessary." They're no longer bothering to offer the public any hope things are going to improve over there. But we're still supposed to keep doing the same things as before, and then expect the results to be different this time. Right. That always turns out well.




    Besides Mr. Steele, the Hoover Institution also boasts a motley collection of cultural elitist types in the Allan Bloom / New Criterion mold. These guys are forever popping up in the media, wanting to lecture us about their own narrow spin on Western culture, from Thermopylae to TS Eliot. While I may think they're a bunch of silly bowtied fuddy-duddies, I'm going to take a page from their book and wrap this post up with a bit of poetry apropos to the moment, just to demonstrate my impeccable elitist credentials, which is Very Important. Appropriately enough, today's poem is about colonial war in the Middle East, and it happily takes the colonizer's side. And naturally it was written by a dead white Anglo-Saxon male. Well, Scottish, if we're going to split hairs here, but definitely dead, white, and male. And what better way to mark the right-wing meltdown than with the martial gibbering of a man universally regarded as the godawful worst poet of all time?

    Without further ado, I present to you The Battle of Tel-el-Kebir, by the singular William Topaz McGonagall:


    YE sons of Great Britain, come join with me,
    And sing in praise of Sir Garnet Wolseley;
    Sound drums and trumpets cheerfully,
    For he has acted most heroically.


    Therefore loudly his praises sing
    Until the hills their echoes back doth ring;
    For he is a noble hero bold,
    And an honour to his Queen and country, be it told.


    He has gained for himself fame and renown,
    Which to posterity will be handed down;
    Because he has defeated Arabi by land and by sea,
    And from the battle of Tel-el-Kebir he made him to flee.


    With an army about fourteen thousand strong,
    Through Egypt he did fearlessly march along,
    With the gallant and brave Highland brigade,
    To whom honour is due, be it said.


    Arabi's army was about seventy thousand in all,
    And, virtually speaking, it wasn't very small;
    But if they had been as numerous again,
    The Irish and Highland brigades would have beaten them, it is plain.


    'Twas on the 13th day of September, in the year of 1882,
    Which Arabi and his rebel horde long will rue;
    Because Sir Garnet Wolseley and his brave little band
    Fought and conquered them on Kebir land.


    He marched upon the enemy with his gallant band
    O'er the wild and lonely desert sand,
    And attacked them before daylight,
    And in twenty minutes he put them to flight.


    The first shock of the attack was borne by the Second Brigade,
    Who behaved most manfully, it is said,
    Under the command of brave General Grahame,
    And have gained a lasting honour to their name.


    But Major Hart and the 18th Royal Irish, conjoint,
    Carried the trenches at the bayonet point;
    Then the Marines chased them about four miles away,
    At the charge of the bayonet, without dismay!


    General Sir Archibald Alison led on the Highland Brigade,
    Who never were the least afraid.
    And such has been the case in this Egyptian war,
    For at the charge of the bayonet they ran from them afar!


    With their bagpipes playing, and one ringing cheer,
    And the 42nd soon did the trenches clear;
    Then hand to hand they did engage,
    And fought like tigers in a cage.


    Oh! it must have been a glorious sight
    To see Sir Garnet Wolseley in the thickest of the fight!
    In the midst of shot and shell, and the cannons roar,
    Whilst the dead and the dying lay weltering in their gore


    Then the Egyptians were forced to yield,
    And the British were left masters of the field;
    Then Arabi he did fret and frown
    To see his army thus cut down.


    Then Arabi the rebel took to flight,
    And spurred his Arab steed with all his might:
    With his heart full of despair and woe,
    And never halted till he reached Cairo.


    Now since the Egyptian war is at an end,
    Let us thank God! Who did send
    Sir Garnet Wolseley to crush and kill
    Arabi and his rebel army at Kebir hill.


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    Tuesday, May 02, 2006

    Wisteria

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    Three pictures of wisteria, taken earlier today. You don't often see it growing in Portland, although it grows perfectly well here. When I lived in the deep south, the stuff grew like a weed. Which is kind of a problem, actually: Some wisteria species are native to eastern North America, and others are nonnative imports from Japan and China. This page from the National Park Service describes the nonnative wisterias as aggressive, invasive species that can crowd out native plants and strangle trees. Which is true, and alarming, and it's clearly a bad thing, of course. But it's also an awfully photogenic invasion, you have to admit. And all the intensive herbicide campaigns in the world won't do any good if people keep buying the stuff at their local nursery and planting it everywhere.

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    The invasive species that keeps people (well, certain people) up at night in the Portland area is English Ivy, which is just as aggressive, and also doesn't have flowers. A local group called the No Ivy League has been campaigning against the stuff for 10 years now. It's too early to say who's winning. They'd probably hate my neighborhood, where the public spaces are planted almost exclusively in ivy. I'm not sure what sort of ivy, but the landscaping was first done in the 60's, and they probably used whatever species seemed hardiest, which probably means it's the bad kind.

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    And let's not even get started about kudzu...

    Updated: Ahh, how could I have forgotten our other local invasive vine, the Himalayan blackberry, not to be confused with the various native blackberries and related Rubus species native to the Northwest. And also not to be confused with the region's commercially cultivated varieties.

    Last summer a fungal condition called Phragmidium Rust Disease was detected in the state for the first time, and it apparently attacks only the Himalayan blackberry and one cultivated species. So on one hand, there might now be something to check the spread of nonnative blackberries, but the "cure" seems to be yet another nonnative organism. Oh, lucky us.