9.30.2003

Getting a Little Frayed

Just back from a weekend in Virginia Beach — including a very nice dinner at Freemason Abbey in Norfolk — and I’m back in full manager mode. Spent the day so far answering voice mails and e-mails, getting and giving project updates, submitting expenses, making flight reservations, and trying to schedule multiple (potentially conflicting) video shoots.

Fray Day 7 DCAt least over the weekend, I managed to figure out what I’m going to talk about at Fray Day. Good thing, since Geoff’s gone ahead and put up my “featured performer” bio at the event site. Now all I have to do is get my story into something approaching a presentable state, get a haircut, get my clothes cleaned, arrange videotaping, practice my delivery...

9.26.2003

Sometimes You Don’t Realize How Good You’ve Got It

Well, the CR-V is still in the shop. Seems they got the wrong part yesterday, and have to have the right one shipped in today. Which means I’m stuck driving... a rental. Now, I by no means intend to slam Enterprise — their service and attitude was impeccable, particularly given the number of people who are renting cars because of Isabel-induced damage to their own. But I’m stuck driving a base-level Ford Escort. Okay, maybe not absolutely base-level; it does have an automatic transmission and a cassette deck. I didn’t even know they still made cars like this — and it’s a 2002, no less (though technically, the Escort was discontinued after that year). No power windows, no power locks... no power anything. Plus, the thing’s so tiny I can barely fit in the driver’s seat — I mean, I’m 6'1" (okay, more like 6'½"), but I’m no giant. And the rear-view mirrors are so small I can’t see a damn thing behind me. Pam’s response, of course, was, “Now you know how I felt driving that Corolla around for five years.” Well, anyway, with any luck everything will be finished this afternoon, and I’ll be able to sit up without banging my head on the car ceiling.

Fray Day 7 DCOnly one week until Fray Day 7 DC (you will all be attending, right?), and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a tad nervous. Oh, not about getting up in front of a crowd and speaking — my unbridled ego allowed me to overcome that little fear quite some time ago. But usually when I get up in front of a group, I like to be a bit more prepared than I am at this stage...

Oh, and speaking of the do-not-call list (okay, that’s a ham-handed segue, but I’m pressed for time), I’m curious to see what happens with this latest judicial strike-down. I don’t think the assholes... I’m sorry, First-Amendment protectors... really have a case — your right to speak does not allow you to force me to listen — but if it is upheld, I’m really eager to see how Congress will handle it. For those of you unfamiliar with the recent ruling, it invalidates the list because it allows exceptions for charities, pollsters, and — here’s the biggie — political organizations. Do you honestly believe that the politicians would shoot themselves in the foot by prohibiting their own propaganda machines? Of course, from a strictly fairness-oriented standpoint, I should have the right to refuse calls by any of the currently exempted groups. But I signed up for a list which prohibited solicitations. If they offer a list that prohibits the others, I’ll sign up for that, too, but I don’t see why — from a legal standpoint — they must be the same list. One step at a time, right?

Dean for AmericaAnd there are only a few days left before the third-quarter FEC campaign filing deadline — even a contribution of as little as, say $25, would be greatly appreciated — as an e-mail message from Rob Reiner reminded me this morning.

Okay, so it wasn’t really written to me personally, but I can imagine...

9.24.2003

First Virginia Gets a Pass, and Other News

Okay, this time around, I was able to make some headway with First Virginia — who knew I’d get someone on the phone who was actually helpful? Basically, they’ll waive the late fees (well, mostly — they’re still saying there are a couple of late fees from earlier in the life of the loan, and those I doubt I’ll be able to contest at this late date) if we make payment by the 28th. Fair enough. So, as this brings to a close my relationship with First Virginia Bank, you’re not likely to hear me mention them here again (well, assuming they stick to their promise).

Things are still frantic both at home and at the office, so once again, I don’t have time to make my usual pithy commentary. Alas, you’ll have to settle for a couple of quick “news bites”; just think of this as the Headline News edition of Prometheus Unleashed.

The climbing tree is gone; my father came and cut it up today. The girls had wanted us to leave it — just cutting the portions that covered the street and sidewalk — but alas, we had to disappoint them.

A Belgian court threw out war crimes charges against little George. I’ve got mixed feelings about this — on one hand, I don’t think the Belgian court system should have jurisdiction over war crimes committed just anywhere, by anyone; in effect, they lack standing to bring the case. On the other, Bush is a war criminal, and he ought to be tried by someone.

It’s funny to see how different media outlets portray yesterday’s events at the U.N. Most everybody I’ve been reading has been talking about the vagueness of Bush’s comments and the explicit criticisms levied by Kofi Annan and Jacques Chirac. But this morning on WTOP, commentator Cal Thomas was going on about how this was a wake-up call for the United Nations, that it was time to face up to their responsibilities and kick in on the recovery effort. Um, was he watching the same speech? Hey, the guy’s entitled to his opinion — the fact that he writes for The Washington Times should give me a pretty solid clue as to where he’s coming from — and WTOP is careful to identify him as a commentator, not a reporter, but I sure don’t regret my decision to start listening to WAMU over WTOP.

A U.S. District Court just stopped implementation of the national Do-Not-Call list. Sounds like they’re splitting hairs — the judge argues that though the FTC was given the funding to produce the list, it wasn’t given the explicit authority to do so. You’ve got to figure this’ll be resolved soon enough, but it just goes to prove one thing: The Direct Marketing Association is made up of the scum of the Earth. I don’t know about you, but whether or not the list goes through, as of October 1, my stock response to phone solicitors will be a heavily profanity-laden stream calling into question the caller’s intelligence, birth circumstances, and position on the evolutionary chart (and don’t give me any crap about telemarketers just being people doing a difficult job — they’re not).

The Ninth Circuit Court, rehearing the case en banc, reversed its decision to postpone the California recall election. And it sounds like they’re not really denying the merits of the Bush v. Gore argument, but saying that the public interest in holding the election as scheduled — particularly given that 500,000 absentee votes had already been cast — outweighed the dangers of the outdated polling system. The ACLU decided not to appeal to the Supreme Court. Can’t say I agree with the decision, but I think the argument’s at least got some merit; if it comes down to weighing disenfranchisement one way or another, then their ruling’s at least defensible. Not that I particularly care about what happens in California, but it would have been nice to see the Supreme Court weaseling their way through this one. (And remember: All of you California voters out there — be sure to write in Robert Anton Wilson for governor!)

In looking at instances of “Prometheus” on the ’net, I found another one which gave me a bit of a chuckle: The Prometheus Society. Ostensibly, it’s a society made up of really smart people. Now, I’ve always thought of myself as at least pretty smart, but I couldn’t come close to meeting these guys’ membership requirements (e.g., a score of 1560 on the SATs). They claim to represent the most intelligent 1/30,000th of the general population; the kind of folks who think Mensa (which allows entry to the top 1/50th) is for dummies. Ooooookay. Still, what struck me about the site (and makes me suspect it’s all a sham) is the pictures of the officers. You couldn’t buy pictures of more goofy-looking folks to stick up there. I suppose if their goal is to reinforce the stereotype that smart people are socially inept dorks, mission accomplished.

And finally, kudos to Ted Kennedy for coming out and saying what everyone with half a brain’s known for some time: “There was no imminent threat. This was made up in Texas, announced in January to the Republican leadership that war was going to take place and was going to be good politically. This whole thing was a fraud.” Kudos again for not changing his tune in the face of G.O.P. criticism (though he did tone his language down a bit).

Wow, I guess I had a lot of nothing to say after all.

Oh, Yeah, and Another Thing...

As if this week weren’t bad enough, tack on a few other annoyances. My car failed its Virginia safety inspection, one of my daughter’s best friends just moved to Germany, and First Virginia is trying like hell to screw us out of about $70 in late charges for an overdue bill they never sent us.

As to that last one, the tone and content of my next post will probably depend heavily on a phone conversation I’ll be having shortly...

9.23.2003

The Ideals of Prometheus Live On

I happened to run across another “Prometheus” site today, that of the Prometheus Project. Using the myth of Prometheus as a launching point — they have a fairly decent summary of the myth on-site — the project organizers seek to use the Internet as a tool to organize motivated, intelligent people toward the goal of effecting positive change. Specifically, they hope to counter the actions of the neofascists (they use the more politically palatable, though to my mind less accurate, “neo-conservatives”) to implement an authoritarian order in both this nation and the world. Basically, they make a lot of the same arguments I do, but they do so in a far less vitriolic, more supportable manner. What can I say? I tend to let my frustration get the better of me.

In any case, an essay on the site, The Armageddon File: The Right Wing Plan to Hijack America by Sean Michael O’Culeigh (which I believe may originally have appeared on the South Texas Alliance for Peace site), is a fantastic primer on the forces organizing to create that order. The points made are organized, credible, and supported — in fact, as with the best of such essays, it works more to stimulate reader investigation than to provide simple answers. It’s a bit long — well, in the world of ’net essays, anyway — but it is well worth the time necessary to give it a good read.

I’ll be checking back with the Prometheus Project periodically. Our viewpoints may not mesh exactly, but they’re close enough for me to offer my heartfelt endorsement of their efforts.

Okay, So Maybe We Didn’t Get Off So Easily After All

Well, as of yesterday, things were looking pretty good. Our house came out okay, barring a whole lot of cleaning up (I’m still sore from all the work we’ve done — and that’s just a start). Even my folks’ place at Lake Anna is salvageable (assuming that level alarm problem is just a glitch). Then, yesterday afternoon, we got the first bit of bad news: It turns out our day-care provider’s house has been condemned, thanks to a kitchen fire when the power came back on. I don’t know what your impressions are, but the word “condemned” leaves me a little worried. “Damaged,” okay, I figure repairs will get under way, nothing dramatic. But condemned? That does not sound good. In any case, for the moment, we have nowhere for our older daughter to go after school (our younger is in a separate, all-day day care/preschool). And naturally, my folks — our usual backup — will be busy coordinating cleanup and repairs. Guess I’ll be doing a little schedule-shuffling for the next month or so.

And then, this morning, we looked out the front window to find that our Bradford Pear tree had collapsed — completely. Ripped off at the trunk base. It seems a little ridiculous that the thing survived Isabel only to get knocked over by a little wind and light rain; I know, I know, it was no doubt weakened by the hurricane and this little bit of added moisture just made it finally give way, but still, it seems a little bizarre. Losing the kids’ “swinging branch” out back was one thing, but this was their climbing tree. Not to mention that it afforded us some welcome privacy; now our front windows look right out on everybody else’s front windows. I can’t even start cleaning up the tree tonight, since one, my father (and his chainsaw) are still down at Lake Anna, and two, I’m going to an invitation-only wine tasting this evening (la-di-da). Thankfully, the tree’s not blocking that much of the road.

And on top of everything else, I got stuck in a two-and-a-half hour commute this morning. I am so not happy right now.

9.22.2003

The Slow Return to Normality

See, I’m enough of a linguistic purist that I won’t even use the more common “normalcy,” largely because that word came into usage as the result of a malapropism: Warren G. Harding used it — and was appropriately ridiculed — instead of the correct “normality” in his campaign for the 1920 presidency, and somehow it just stuck. Next thing you know, we’ll start using “strategery.” In other breaking news, I can be a stubborn S.O.B.

Well, we ended up spending the whole weekend cleaning up after the hurricane. Not a lot of fun when you’re still battling head congestion — a condition I was able to pass along to Pam as well. Oh joy. No major damage, mostly just a big mess, though the kids did lose their tree-swinging branch. Power, water, and phone are all back; and now that the water-boiling mandate has been lifted, we’re pretty much back to pre-Isabel conditions. Alas, my folks were dismayed to learn that their Lake Anna house was more seriously hit — they lost a good section of their deck, the hot tub is probably kaput, and the “level” alarm (the house is elevated, on a steep incline) won’t stop going off. Makes me feel a lot better about our own situation.

So now it’s back to work, trying to make up for lost time. I’ll write some more after I catch up a bit, but in the meantime, there’s a pretty good article in the Post about the Dean campaign’s mobilization of a grassroots campaign via the ’net. Worth a read.

Dean for AmericaAnd if anyone else is interested, as part of its “September to Remember” push, the campaign’s really trying to generate $5 million before the fast-approaching FEC filing deadline. So if you can contribute anything, it would be greatly appreciated. Hey, I’ll even make it easier for you (okay, I don’t know how this is necessarily easier, but go with me here). I’ve signed up as a Dean Team Leader, and I’ve set up a quick Contributions tab on the left-hand side there. Just click on the link — at any time — to go directly to my personalized Howard Dean campaign fund-raising page. I’ve got a goal and everything. Not that I’m counting on a whole lot here (and remember, I don’t receive anything personally for this), but your contributions can truly help reduce the embarrassment factor at having little George represent our nation to the world.

Not wanting to end on a note of solicitation, I’ll mention that K Street is still kicking ass — who’d have figured that they could incorporate Wesley Clark’s entry into the presidential race and Isabel into this week’s episode. When do they have time to edit this thing? I must say that I’ll be very sorry when its nine-episode run is over...

9.19.2003

Still Hangin’ In There

We just got phone and water service back — though they’re telling us we’ll still have to boil our drinking water for the next several days — but still no power. Eventually, we decided to take an evening sojourn to my folks’ house out in Fairfax, braving the lack of working traffic signals en route. Quick note — Hey, morons: No signal means you treat the intersection as a four-way stop; I swear, don’t know how some of these idiots get their drivers’ licenses.

Sorry about that... where was I? Oh, yeah, my folks’ house. See, they decided to go out and get a generator, which meant they could at least power their freezer, a light... and a television. In the end, they actually got their power back before we arrived, so I’m jotting this down while Murphy gets a much-needed recharge. We’ll see if we’ve got power when we get home later tonight, but in the meantime, I’m going to go take an equally-needed shower.

I Feel So... Powerless

Actually, not just powerless, but phoneless and waterless as well. Isabel’s done a number on us; we’re back in the stone age, at least for the time being. The power went out sometime last night — I think it was around midnight, but who knows? Alas, this wasn’t an isolated line down, but power’s out all around the county... including the Fairfax County water treatment plant. Which means no clean water. They’re advising everyone to boil their water before drinking for at least 10 minutes, but that advice doesn’t do a whole hell of a lot of good if you’ve got an electric stove. We actually had the thought of boiling water in the fireplace, before realizing that all of our firewood was completely soaked from the storm. I suppose the propane grill’s always a possibility.

Still, we were (okay, Pam was) at least smart enough to stock up on some bottled water, and to fill at least one bathtub up before the whole water purity problem, so we should be all right. The kids are going a little nuts already, and it’s only 10 am. I think we’ll have to get them outside to help with the cleanup, if just to give them something to do — we already ran Murphy’s battery down to 25% playing games.

We actually managed to get a decent amount of house cleaning done yesterday, since we really couldn’t go out. Not that I would have anyway; I’m battling a fairly nasty head cold on top of all this. Figure today’s going to be largely spent cleaning up after Isabel, and we’ll still have the weekend. And then it’ll be time for the mad-scramble catch-up at the office.

Well, I’d better sign off now, before the laptop’s completely drained; it’s in the “red zone” already, and has started spouting “reserve power” warnings. I’ll try to keep everyone posted, but frankly, it’ll probably be after all of this is over. Au revoir.

9.18.2003

Some Isabel Chick Starts Messing Things Up All Over the Place

Well, we’re stuck. Hurricane Isabel is bearing down on Washington, and the whole city’s shut down. And since the projects I’m working on pretty much require personal interaction (kind of tough to shoot a video without subjects), there’s not much else to do other than batten down the hatches and wait it out. It’s especially amusing in that this is all hitting at a particularly bad time because —

Huh. I just realized that I’m actually gagged. Oh, not the government-enforced, First Amendment-violating kind of gag, but the ethical kind. Several of you reading this will know what I’m talking about, but circumstances prohibit my actually making public statements about it. At this point, I’ll just have to wait and see what happens, and maybe I can elaborate later — say in a couple of months or so.

Well, I don’t want to be completely mute, so... once again, it’s time for today’s Random Rant!

Why in the world do so many people keep the car-dealership license plate frames that came with their new cars? Was your dealer experience so great that you want to give them free advertising all over town? Not that I’ve had particularly bad experiences, but I’m fairly particular about what I go around promoting. Now I can understand not removing the grafted-on plate the dealer sticks onto the car itself (though I’ve removed mine), but a license plate frame? It serves no practical purpose whatsoever — and it’s plastic, for crying out loud! Even if you didn’t want to break out the ol’ ratchet, one swift tug and the whole thing’ll snap off.

Then again, in a nation where nearly 70% of the population is still laboring under the delusion — the fallacy of which the Bush regime, led by War Secretary Rum-filled, has finally been forced to admit — that Saddam Hussein had something to do with the 9/11 attacks, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at how stupid (or lazy) people can be.

You didn’t think I’d get through this thing without any political jabs, did you?

9.17.2003

A Time to Celebrate the Once-Great Ideal Behind the United States

Constitution“The Constitution admittedly has a few defects and blemishes, but it still seems a hell of a lot better than the system we have now.” — Robert Anton Wilson, 1997

Happy Constitution Day everybody. Today in 1787, the Constitutional Convention signed the document they had worked so hard to prepare (the negotiations having started in May of that year). And to think that it stood as the supreme law of the land until fairly recently...

A quick follow-up on yesterday’s blog entry: The Post’s running a more journalistically sound commentary on the whole Bush v. Gore angle on the California recall situation, written by The American Prospect’s Harold Meyerson. I still doubt it’ll come before the court, but the column’s a pretty good elaboration on the issue.

Oh, and I finally got around to watching K Street, and damn, this show rocks! For those of you who don’t know the premise, imagine if James Carville and Mary Matalin started an ostensibly nonpartisan PR firm in D.C. And that somebody decided to follow them around with “reality television” cameras. That’s it; that’s the premise of the show. Carville and Matalin portray themselves (surrounded by actors with an obvious knack for improvisation), and the show features appearances by real-life political figures — notably Howard Dean in this past week’s premiere. It very cleverly blurs the line between fiction and reality television, and the storylines are put together on a last-minute basis, incorporating current news items. The first episode concerned itself with the recent Congressional Black Caucus-sponsored Democratic debate — talk about a quick turnaround.

One line in the premiere episode got under my skin a bit. Actress Mary McCormack — who plays Matalin’s overtly Republican compatriot in the fictional firm — chastises Carville for offering to help Dean prep for the upcoming debate. Her response — an all-too-typical Republican mantra — was, “This is all about 2000, isn’t it?” She goes on to rhetorically ask when the Dems are going to get over it. Excuse me, get over it? A pretender to the presidency — who, despite running against a split opposition, cannot garner a majority of the popular vote — actively rigs the election so he can assume office. That’s right, rigs — no more beating around the bush, here. When will we (or at least I) get over it? Um, never. Get used to it. (Oh, and incidentally, I’m not criticizing the show itself — every good drama needs good villains.)

Hail Eris!Of course, I suppose that if you’re going to ignore the Constitution anyway, you might as well go all out. Today is also the anniversary of the day that Joshua Norton became Emperor of the United States, way back in 1859. This little tinpot dictator we’ve got now is just a pale imitation of our nation’s one true Emperor.

9.16.2003

Okay, She’s Not Reading, but Still...

Happy birthday, Mom!

I Doubt They’ll Take the Bait, but Who Knows?

Supreme CourtYou know, for a short time there, I thought we’d have a real show on our hands, but I think I know how this one’ll turn out. As mentioned in the Post this morning (and, well, all over the place as early as last evening), the Supreme Court has a bit of a dilemma on their hands. And they thought they’d get away with the fiasco that was Bush v. Gore without having to deal with any fallout...

And they probably would have, were it not for the whole California recall train wreck. The Ninth Circuit has ordered that the recall election be postponed, because were it to be held in October as scheduled, several counties would have to use the old punch-card voting system — which, incidentally, is illegal in California, those machines having been officially decertified. Since the new systems won’t be in place until March, the court determined that the election couldn’t be held until then. Those behind the California coup, naturally, object to this decision, since it gives Gray Davis another six months to shore up support, and — more importantly — keeping a campaign going for that long will diminish their coffers. They’re threatening to appeal the decision to the Supreme Court. (The full Ninth Circuit — as opposed to the three-judge panel that made the original ruling — may rehear the case as well, but since the postponement order has only been stayed for one week, that would likely mean the recallers would lose their shot at going further.)

The Supreme Court, though... good plan for them, no? After all, the Supreme Court is in the Republicans’ back pocket, right? But here’s the problem — the “equal protection” argument that the court used to justify Bush v. Gore is the exact same argument the Ninth Circuit used in postponing the California election. So here’s the Supreme Court’s dilemma — they either side with the Democrats and confirm the California postponement, or they overturn their own argument, effectively admitting that the 2000 decision was a sham. Of course, in the original decision, the justices claimed that their determination was based solely on the circumstances surrounding the 2000 election, and wasn’t precedent-setting; but if they keep up that argument in this case, they’ll be admitting, in effect, that their argument doesn’t hold water. Q.E.D.

In thinking it through thoroughly, though, it’s likely they’ll just pass on hearing the case at all, letting the Ninth Circuit’s ruling stand. After all, they’ve got a full plate dealing with the whole McCain-Feingold thing (for which, surprise surprise, the big-money opponents are trotting out Republican lap-boy Kenneth Starr). It’ll work to help the Dems, which will no doubt make the justices cringe, but they’ll be able to argue to their Republican handlers that they didn’t actually rule that way. And on the other hand, they won’t have to actually acknowledge that they staged a judicial coup; they can keep their heads in the sand and pretend it never happened.

9.15.2003

My Own Weird Little Hypocrisy

Despite not being a religious person (or perhaps I should say, more accurately, an areligious person), I must admit to an affinity for religious-themed thrillers. I just watched the premiere of the new HBO series Carnivale, and I’m hooked. There are still a few threads left only marginally explored, so they may drop the ball going forward, but so far, so good. (And for those of you who are wondering, yes, I did record the premiere of the politically-themed Soderbergh/Clooney collaboration K Street, but haven’t had a chance to watch it yet.)

Supernatural, conspiratorial stuff’s always fascinated me — hell, I even watched the old UPN series Nowhere Man until it became glaringly evident that the creators had absolutely no idea where they were going with their “conspiracy” — but for some reason the overtly religious stuff just strikes a chord. Probably why Alan Parker’s Angel Heart is one of my favorite films, and why I loved the ideas behind Kevin Smith’s Dogma so much (I even gave the Schwarzenegger crapfest End of Days a chance). I don’t think it’d be going too far to suggest that my fascination with Crowleyan mysticism derives from the same basic interest.

No, I don’t have a fully formed essay here, just a thought, but I suppose that no matter how much I reject the overall religious connection to the real world, the themes, stories, and characters are so ingrained in the unconscious, so archetypal that they’ll forever be irresistably compelling. But even without the supernatural aspect, the whole “religion as secret society” angle draws me in — as with Jean-Jacques Annaud’s adaptation of Umberto Eco’s astonishing The Name of the Rose, just to give an example (I’ll even enjoy The Godfather Part III on occasion).

Well, whatever the reason, Carnivale was pretty cool, and I’d say it’s worth a viewing — although I’ll proffer a warning. As my wife likes to say, it’s not DBF: “dead baby free.” In fact, just for good measure, it’s not even DKF: “dead kitten free.” So needless to say, Pam will be watching something else.

9.12.2003

The Future’s Not Looking So Bright

Okay, this one’ll only make sense to a couple of you out there... but what the hell did they do to the Enterprise theme? Okay, I know they’ve gotten a lot of flack about the pomp-rock treatment in the first place (I’m a little more forgiving than most, but maybe that’s just ’cause I’m old), but what idiot thought that remixing it with a stronger beat — so that none of the visual transitions line up with music cues anymore — was a good idea?

Probably the same idiot who’s determined to drive the franchise completely into the ground.

9.11.2003

Well, at Least the Reference to Rumsfeld Made It Into the Post

First of all, I’d like to take a moment for special remembrance on this date...

So best birthday wishes to my uncle Rick and a happy tenth anniversary to my brother and sister-in-law (talk about bummer coincidences, eh?).

InvestigationIn other news, upon further investigation, it appears that at least the mention of Rumsfeld’s comments did make it into the Post — although in a completely different story. The new story, “Bush Pushes Iraq Plan,” focuses on Bush’s campaigning for his mind-boggling $87 billion budget for Iraq’s reconstruction. The fact that Rumsfeld’s gone off the deep end is referred to in the opening paragraph, but the quote in question doesn’t appear until much further down. Although the story is credited to Mike Allen, a footnote indicates that Dana Priest — who is traveling with Rumsfeld and the one whom I believe wrote the original article — contributed to the report.

I’d argue that this marginalizes the frightening impact of Rumsfeld’s statements, but at least it’s in there, so the Post folks do get a pass as far as “covering up” the story goes.

U.S. HouseSpeaking of that budget request, it strikes me that there’s only one course of action that any opposition legislator can do, and one that nobody out there seems to be mentioning: Say, “No.” Flat out. No, you can’t have the money.

Oh, I know that we can’t afford to just pull out of Iraq now — like it or not, we’ve made our bed. But first of all, since the Republicans control both houses, the “no” votes would be strictly symbolic. And second, let’s say, just for the sake of argument, that the request did get rejected. Does this mean the money won’t be spent? Of course not. But it does mean that little George won’t be let completely off the hook for his idiotically reckless tax cuts for his billionaire buddies. You want the money, asshole? You figure out where to get it. One one hand, that means repealing your ridiculous tax cuts, and on the other, you’ll actually have some incentive for going to the international community for help. Right now, that’s getting nowhere, because Bush isn’t willing to give up any of the billions in reconstruction contracts (“Here you go, Halliburton!”), and the rest of the world would like nothing better than to watch the little son-of-a-bitch squirm.

As would I, of course.

9.10.2003

You Say You Want a Revolution

AppleLast week, in passing, a colleague mentioned that he’d found a new “anti-iTunes” website for which he’d have to send me the URL. Not being all that patient a fellow, I waited a couple of days, then promptly went about searching on my own. I can’t be certain that the site I found is the one to which he was referring, but given its prominence in various search engines, I’d say the odds are pretty good.

The site itself is pretty slick — a dead-on imitation of Apple’s design aesthetic (even non-Mac users may be familiar with the look from the old “Switch” campaign). And to be fair, there are a lot of valid points being made therein (I hate it when the adversarial nature of most debate necessitates the complete vilification of one’s opponent). Still, as a longtime iTunes Music Store booster, I do feel the need to rebut some of the accusations leveled at Apple.

The essential critique is that the iTunes Music Store doesn’t fundamentally change the structure of label-artist relations; as with traditional CD sales, the labels keep the lion’s share of the proceeds while the artists receive piddling amounts. Changing the paradigm is certainly a worthy goal, but I think it’s gross oversimplification to lay this burden wholly on Apple. Apple’s sales method is an alternative to illegal file-sharing, and not necessarily an attempt to correct the ills of the recording industry.

Let’s evaluate the arguments made on the page (you may want to take a look for yourself first) individually. First: “It’s too expensive.” The page author contends that the $10-per-album price is substantially less than the $5 to $8 one can pay for a used CD. True, but undermined by the principal argument the page makes: An artist receives nothing from used CD sales, not even the pennies the labels pass down on a new disc.

Second: “Lossy means loss.” In other words, the AAC format is a “lossy” compression scheme, throwing away data to allow for smaller file sizes. On its face, a true statement. The format is inferior to a CD’s uncompressed AIFF format. But then again, so is the ubiquitous MP3 format. And the page author isn’t proposing an alternative to this format. AIFF files are too large to distribute via the ’net, leaving us with... CDs. We’re back where we started.

Third: “‘But I don’t really care about compression.’” The author argues that one would be better off using the free peer-to-peer networks, which, at least most times, offer a much wider selection and, obviously, a price point that can’t be bested: Nothing. But see my rebuttal to point one — this solution gives nothing to the artists, so how is it an improvement over the Apple store? And while yes, the music is compressed, the public has demonstrated that it is willing to allow for that compression as a trade-off for reduced file sizes. And whereas the music at Apple is compressed, the AAC format is notably superior to the MP3 format you’d find being traded over the swapping services.

Fourth: “If you build a shiny new house on a landfill it still stinks.” Here the author’s logic falls apart. Yes, Apple’s marketing department may be overstating things a bit when they imply that the artists are being rewarded, but the simple truth is that they are. It is objectively better than the free-trading system in terms of artist remuneration. So the system stinks, and artists can be trapped having to recoup the label’s initial investment costs before seeing a dime. Fine, but I think that’s holding Apple responsible for a lot more than could reasonably be expected. While I’ll concede that music retailers may have some responsibility to use their market clout to force changes on the industry, until the iTunes Music Store opened, Apple didn’t have any clout. And in order to establish the store in the first place, Apple had to gain the approval of the major labels; otherwise, it wouldn’t have anything to sell. Remember, the artists don’t own the music, the labels do (okay technically, it may be more an “exclusive distribution right” in some cases, but it amounts to the same thing). Can we honestly believe that the labels would sign off on a system that cut them out of the loop?

And fifth: “Nothing changed.” Basically, no. Apple’s system does save the labels substantial production costs, and in an ideal world, those savings should be passed back to the artists. But remember — the system doesn’t exist without the labels’ consent. The industry’s almost-hardwired resistance to entering the online music world had to be overcome somehow. Without a substantial, demonstrable benefit, they would have simply said, “No,” scuttling the enterprise before it got off the ground.

The site goes on to challenge Apple to display the “artist’s cut” along with each track, so the consumer can see how much is actually going back to the artist. Great idea, but probably impractical. First of all, it’s not a simple matter of per-song remuneration, so such a calculation would be an average at best. And second, that’s fine if the labels consent to it. I’d like to see it happen, but I don’t see what’s in it for them — as underhanded as it may be, the industry has a vested interest in downplaying that sort of information, so I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for that column to appear.

The solution proposed by the site is to download songs you like from a peer-to-peer file-sharing network — free — and then send the artists a contribution directly. Also a nice idea, but there’s not a chance in hell that it’ll get off the ground. For one thing, as it stands right now, downloading music from one of these networks is still illegal; sure you probably won’t get caught, but if you are, you sure as hell won’t be able to rationalize it by saying you were trying to be fair to the artists. For another, people are a hell of a lot less likely to do something if it involves substantial effort on their part. The iTunes Music Store is easy — one click and it’s done. Packing cash into an envelope and mailing it may not take a whole lot of time, but it’s still over the threshold of what most people are going to bother with — especially if we’re talking about several different songs from several different artists. And finally, the proposal overlooks one salient fact: With the exception of true independents, the artists don’t own (the rights to) the music. Yeah, the labels are screwing the artists over, and I’d like nothing better than to see the entire system dismantled and a more equitable one established. But I’ll guarantee you that even if they don’t catch you on the file-sharing front, they’ll be working their damnedest to catch you for paying somebody else through an organized remuneration system. And sending money through the mail, no less — which means they’ll tag you for mail fraud to boot.

Now this whole rant has been a little harsh on the proprietors of the Downhill Battle website, when in reality, I think their ideals are noble. But in the absence of a workable alternative, they are going overboard to blast a company whose only crime is not being as adamantly revolutionary as they are. A threshold which, frankly, I think anybody would have a hard time overcoming.

9.09.2003

Oh, So That’s My Bush!

Duh-byaThis one’s just too good to let go without making at least passing mention. Timothy Bottoms — who did a hilarious job lampooning little George on the short-lived Comedy Central series That’s My Bush! — is actually portraying Duh-bya in the Showtime original movie, DC 9/11: Time of Crisis.

The first showing was this past Sunday, with the next running tomorrow evening; not having Showtime, I won’t be able to tune in. According to the reviews, it’s a thinly veiled propaganda film for Georgie’s reelection, but it’s so terrible that nobody will really give a rat’s ass. Still, going from ridiculing the Idiot-in-Chief to promoting him... that Bottoms fellow is pretty damned versatile. I wouldn’t be surprised if, at this rate, we end up living a real-life version of Dave — after all, should anything happen to Bush, Dick Cheney may find it better to keep a figurehead in office rather than come under scrutiny himself.

Update: Well, It Appears the Story’s Not a Fake...

InvestigationCouldn’t find anything on the story at The Washington Times (no surprise there) or at CNN, but the Gray Lady has their version of it available, “Rumsfeld Strikes Back at Critics of U.S. Effort on Terror,” though registration is required to view the article; the LA Times is also running a briefer version of the story (registration also required), as are Reuters, the Associated Press, and the Agence France-Presse. I’ve also e-mailed the Post’s ombudsman, Michael Getler, so we’ll see if we get anywhere on that front. In the meantime, if anyone else finds out any additional information, let me know.

The investigation continues...

So Much for the So-Called “Liberal Media”

RumsfeldWell, those of you who didn’t read that last entry until today will doubtless be wondering, “What the hell is he talking about?” I’ve removed the original link I had accompanying the story, for the simple reason that it’s not there anymore. I don’t know what the bigger story is, that Donald Rumsfeld openly advocated an overtly fascist position, or that The Washington Post decided — after running the story on their website — to kill it.

The above-linked article now contains some fairly blasé content about Rumsfeld in Ireland, blathering on about something or other, downplaying the hunt for “weapons of mass destruction,” yada yada yada. Typical Donald Rumsfeld shit, but certainly nothing to get me up in arms. Of course, yesterday, that exact same link brought up a story about comments Rumsfeld made on completion of his Iraq trip, saying in effect that criticism of the Bush agenda — both at home and abroad — was explicitly aiding the terrorist cause by destabilizing the Iraqi reconstruction and allowing terrorist groups to more easily recruit warriors to their cause. I’d provide exact quotes here, but I can’t, since, to look at the Post’s site now, the story never happened.

A little background here — this is one of my real hot-button issues. Almost two years ago now, then-Atlantic Editor-in-Chief Michael Kelly wrote an Op-Ed piece, also appearing in the Post, saying that any person who advocated pacifism following the attacks of September 11 was actively aiding the enemy, and should be considered a traitor. Kelly’s comments — coming from a writer, no less — incensed me, to the point where I actively removed myself from any design work for The Atlantic while Kelly was in charge. (Disclosure: I did continue some work for Atlantic owner David Bradley’s holding company, Atlantic Media.) I was still irate some time later, and when asked to videotape the memorial service following Kelly’s death, I delegated the task to two members of our videography staff; I didn’t go so far as to refuse to tape it, but I honestly didn’t think I could have kept a straight face during what, naturally, should have been a solemn — and positive — remembrance.

The funny thing was, I agreed wholeheartedly with the view that we should retaliate; I’m no dove. But to brand those who disagree as to the proper course of actions traitors goes far beyond the scope of common decency.

Rumsfeld’s comments, of course, are leaps and bounds worse than Kelly’s. Kelly was a private citizen speaking his mind — I deplore his comments, but will defend to the utmost his right to express them. Rumsfeld is a member of the presidential administration, one in a position to make policy. Kelly’s comments followed an overt attack on the United States; Rumsfeld’s follow a war of lies waged by a right-wing regime with a hidden agenda — not to mention the fact that their actions have clearly demonstrated a complete lack of competence.

Rumsfeld’s advice to those would point out this utter incompetence is to shut up and quit whining about it. Forget about fixing the problem — or admitting culpability — the problem will apparently just go away if nobody talks about it. Or if we can call those who do talk about it “traitors,” which will allow us to take more... drastic measures against them. (I find it particularly apropos that this story was called to my attention on the same day that I put up a new Micah Wright poster, titled “Who’s Unamerican? The Nail That Sticks Out Gets Hammered Down.”)

I’ll investigate this apparent cover-up further; for all I know, the original Post story is completely false, inserted by some hacker and removed as soon as it was discovered. But if not, the Post is going to have some serious explaining to do.

9.08.2003

An Open Letter to Donald Rumsfeld

Prometheus Unleashed






September 8, 2003

Dear Mr. Rumsfeld:

Go fuck yourself. You’re not going to get us to shut up that easily.

Fucking fascist.

Sincerely,

William R. Coughlan

William R. Coughlan


A Little Moral Dilemma

A coworker of mine pointed me to a site being sponsored by the Primate Cognitive Neuroscience Laboratory at Harvard called the Moral Sense Test. It’s part of a test they’re doing on moral decision making (given the tongue-in-cheek — though accurate — animation atop the lab’s Web page, I’m a little skeptical about their motives, but the test is still fun, and harmless enough). I don’t want to say too much here for fear of spoiling the results, but having taken the test myself, I think it’s a worthwhile exercise.

So here’s my proposal: Go, take the test, then come back and let me know what you thought (via the feedback link above). And if you haven’t taken the test yet, don’t look at the feedback section for this entry, since doing so will pretty much preclude you from being able to take the test objectively.

See you in the discussion area...

Okay, So It’s No National Holiday

Hail Eris!Happy birthday to Alfred Jarry, French author and playwright, who would have been 130 years old today. That is, if he hadn’t drunk himself to death at 34 years old. Although come to think of it, even if he hadn’t he’d be dead by now, but what the hell, let’s celebrate anyway.

He’s probably best known for his three Ubu plays (which I remember reading in the original French back in college), and his enduring legacy is as First Prophet of the “theatre of the absurd.” Naturally, the Discordian Society recognizes him as, well, if not a saint exactly, then at least a pretty cool guy.

Frankly, with reality approaching absurdity more and more each day, I don’t think a little remembrance of Jarry’s “science of ’Pataphysics” can be all that bad a thing.

9.04.2003

Time to Get Back to the Trivial

You know, I think a sure sign that I’m getting older (or at least crankier) is that I don’t really care about tonight’s Redskins/Jets season opener, but would rather watch the Democratic presidential candidate debate. I was going to make a little running commentary, but frankly I’m a little burned out on the political talk (I am working on a little point-by-point statement on my justification for supporting Dean, but until I’m finished with that, I think I’m going to cool it on the political front for a while).

So, time for something that has no impact whatsoever outside of my own house. I rationalize this by claiming it “humanizes” me, but frankly, I figure it just gives people a break from my otherwise nonstop ranting. Either way, it probably doesn’t do a whole lot of harm.

I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but we’ve got three cats. Count ’em, three. Okay, let’s get the laughing out of the way right now.

All done? Okay, let me provide a little explanation. I grew up as a dog person. My family’s always had dogs, but at least in the past couple of decades, they’ve been small dogs. Specifically, Scottish terriers. Pam’s theory is that small-dog people are just cat people waiting to happen. But whatever the rationale, with the small apartment Pam and I were first in — and frankly, even in our first townhouse — having a dog didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Besides, I’ve always figured that hell, Blofeld had a cat; I’m fine with it.

The first cat Pam and I had as a couple was Phoebe. Phoebe was gorgeous; Pam had seen her at a cat show SPCA display, and we made a special trip to the Maryland shelter just to see her. We left with her that evening. No regrets; Phoebe was wonderful. She was a cherished companion for several years. In the end, after a protracted deterioration in health — I won’t mince words here — we had to have her euthanized, a decision which, though I still recognize as the correct one, was absolutely agonizing.

Our second cat, Sasha, is to this day my cat. Now, she was supposed to be Pam’s — Pam had picked her from the litter (belonging to a stray cat Pam’s mom had taken in). But perhaps because I took more direct care of Sasha as a kitten, she and I developed a special bond. Now that’s a good thing and a bad thing. I love Sasha, but... in a nutshell, she’s completely neurotic. She hides all day long, and comes out only at night, desperate for attention, right when I’m trying to get to sleep. She’s fine with Pam, and she’s getting a little better with the kids, but not a whole lot.

Now when we picked up our next cat, Chloë, I... well, I hosed myself in the cat-care arena. Chloë — at maybe six weeks old — we discovered at two o’clock in the morning in a suburban Fairfax street; and I mean, literally in the street. We tried to discover a previous owner (her condition clearly indicated that she had been in a home), but to no avail. Pam’s solution was to find her a new home, and we started down that road. But, see, here’s where I screwed up: I couldn’t give Chloë away; I’d grown too attached to her. So in my typical shortsighted manner, I made a deal: If we could keep Chloë, I’d take responsibility for cleaning up after the cats. All of them. In perpetuity.

Damn, I’ve got to start thinking ahead.

Okay, in the global scheme of things, cleaning up after cats isn’t nearly as bad as any number of other responsibilities inherent in keeping a home. But still, it ain’t exactly fun — particularly given Phoebe’s health problems in her last few years (part of me still feels guilty at the decrease in effort after her passing).

And then our daughter wanted her “own” kitten. We were able to put her off for a while — after all, she was a little young to take care of a kitten. Not to mention her younger sister, who would be even less so. And then, a little over a year ago now, one of her friends’ cats had a litter of kittens. Long story short... another cat entered our family: Lily. And she’s absolutely wonderful; playful, friendly, great with the kids. Do I regret bringing her into our home? No, not in the least. But still...

Three (now full-grown) cats means a lot of shit to shovel.

9.03.2003

The Proverbial Call to Arms

All right, folks, time for some political proselytizing, so if that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to tune in next time for our regularly scheduled programming. As I mentioned earlier, Prometheus Unleashed has officially endorsed Howard Dean for the Presidency of the United States. And naturally, I’ve ordered my bumper sticker, the yard sign, a t-shirt, and a couple of lapel pins (the buttons, while traditional, have always struck me as a little cheesy). But in my capacity as Dean “booster,” I’ve been asked to actually do a couple of things (that makes it sound like I was asked specifically... and come to think of it, I’ll do nothing to dispel that impression). Now, I’ll never be able to muster the near-religious fervor that some of these youngsters can bring (and actually, I look at that as a good thing), but these requests I feel I can fulfill without going over the top.

Dean for AmericaFirst, I’ve been asked to recruit folks to the campaign. Fair enough — but I’m not going to sit here and tell you that Howard Dean is the solution to all the country’s problems, that he’ll end partisan bickering, balance the budget, and free the world. However, I do think that his professed positions on a number of key (for me, at least) issues make him the best man for the job, someone who I could support with a (relatively) free conscience. I don’t think it’s possible to find somebody with whom you agree on everything, but I’ve been surprised to find that in this case, we’re pretty damned close. So take a look for yourself, and if, like me, you decide that Howard Dean is a candidate you can get behind, then please, sign up to offer your support. In the immortal words of John Belushi, “Don’t cost nothin’.” (Your support is welcome at any time, of course, but the current drive runs through September 10th, so I’d ask that you at least consider it before then.)

Dean in 2004 MeetupSecond, I want to call everyone’s attention to a series of events going on tonight at 7 p.m. nationwide: The local Dean “meetups.” Basically, these are a coordinated set of meetings for Dean supporters — at the local level — across the country. More than 97,500 people are already registered to attend; they’re shooting for 100,000. Locally, there are meetups scheduled in Washington, Northern Virginia, Baltimore, Montgomery County, and the Richmond area. Beyond that, click here to find a location near you.

All right, that’s it for now. Thanks for listening (and putting up with my little pitch), and I’ll talk to you all again soon.

9.02.2003

Our First Annual Back-to-School Blog Entry

Yes, that headline’s meant to be a little tongue-in-cheek. One of the things that bugs me to no end is when promoters tout something as the “first annual” event: There’s no such thing as a “first annual” anything. An event cannot be an annual event until there have been at least two of ’em, spaced at least roughly one year apart. So sure, I could end up writing a back-to-school weblog entry every year, but since Prometheus Unelashed hasn’t been around for a year (yet), it’s way too early to start calling for an “annual” anything.

Besides, today’s entry doesn’t really have anything to do with the traditional back-to-school experience. Well, except maybe that the family and I hosted a Labor Day weekend cookout. Lesson learned: There are some music selections that people will not appreciate at a family cookout — Jimmy Buffett’s “Why Don’t We Get Drunk,” just to pick an example. Sheesh!

First, a couple of housekeeping notes. I’ve added a little “Currently Reading” module to the left-hand side of the page. It’s basically maintained via All Consuming.net, a little site I stumbled across when I noticed they were sending a decent amount of traffic my way. Seems they scour the blogosphere looking for Amazon references in the source code, and post a link whenever they find one. And since they offer a script-based way to keep track of your “current reading” list, I thought that might be a nice addition. I’ve also added a link at the top of the page (for now, anyway) to the Blogarama weblog catalog, where you can enter your own review of my little soapbox here. Be nice.

Speaking of site statistics, I noticed a bunch of hits coming from a site called Wilson’s Blogmanac, a weblog associated with the Australian alternative e-zine Wilson’s Almanac. Seems they picked up my story on Robert Anton Wilson’s entry into the California governor’s race. So hey, my little rants are getting out there. And to all Wilson’s Almanac readers who are stopping by for the first time, welcome! Don’t know if this’ll be your cup of tea, but that’s what the reader commentary is for. Please, do tell me what you think: I have been known to change my mind from time to time. Or so I’ve heard.

Fray Day 7 DCAlso a reminder: We’re only one month away from DC’s incarnation of Fray Day 7, where I’ll be speaking, at Common Grounds in Arlington. I’ve had a chance to test-run my initially planned father-in-law story, but right now I think I’ve got another one I might do instead. It doesn’t have the “humor value” of the first, but it scores a lot higher on the “personally meaningful” scale. I’m not gonna say anything more about it right now, but I’m fairly optimistic about its potential. Yet another tale I’d been toying with hasn’t quite made the cut, but I’m reworking it into a memoir-style short story I may submit to Inkblots — if for no other reason than to give me something other than critiques published there. Criticizing the work of others is all well and good, but I’d like to demonstrate some of my own potential for creative output.

And finally, a recommendation for everyone: You must see Bill Maher’s HBO stand-up special Victory Begins at Home. Sure, it’ll offend you — that’s what he does. But he also does a fantastic job of laying bare the snow job that Bush and his cronies — and, to be fair, pretty much every other organized political or socially influential entity — have been doing on the American public. I also found it amusing that he uses the motif of World War II-style propaganda posters in much the same way as does the previously showcased “remix” artist Micah Wright. If you don’t have HBO, and can’t find any other way to see the special, drop me a line, and I’ll happily let you borrow the tape.

One copy, you understand, for borrowing purposes only. I wouldn’t want to run afoul of the motion picture industry, you see...