Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Feeding the soul


Spent part of a day at the Met this past weekend. Running through my mind the whole time was what makes a great work of art great--is it really something innate, or does so much depend on context?

Based on my few hours at least, true artistic genius of the past does indeed stand out--if for no other reason because our aesthetic sense has been calibrated by these works. So Picassos, Van Goghs catch your eye, even their less familiar works.

But the merely wonderful is less universal; your mood when you see it, your personal preferences, what it's hung with--all that and more govern whether you zip past it, or stop and give it a second look.

Here's some of what caught my eye that day--although looking at photos of these works online is altogether a different experience than wandering through a crowded exhibit in person, through the thicket of languages and speeds of viewing.

All but the last two works are from the Cezanne to Picasso show (which actually was a retrospective of the career of Ambroise Vollard).




Fishing in Spring isn't as vibrant or thick as what you think of as classic Van Gogh, but I liked the colors and its quietness. By contrast, Woman Rocking a Cradle has a bit more of the popping colors and starkness; I liked this one because of the eyes, the shades of green, and--for some reason--the outlined shapes.


The starkness and composition of Emile Bernard's Breton Landscape appeals to me--but also the back story. The painting's wall tag said it was returned by its first owner, who owned a hotel, because his guests threw bread at it. I guess it was too alien for them.


Picasso is like Shakespeare--you might not always think you'll like it in theory, but you should never pass up a chance to experience one of their works for yourself. And what would fall flat in the hands of a lesser artist always works with their touch.

What is it about The Old Guitarist that I like? The color, first; the shape of the body, the contrast between the guitar and the man, the angle of the head, the feeling you get of a moment always frozen.


The moment I saw Ivan Bilibin's works, I thought wow. The Met had illustrations he did for a version of the classic Russian children's book, Vasilia the Beautiful. Apparently Russians all know his work; they have a feeling of darkness and foreboding that's probably pretty similar in spirit to the original Grimm fairy tales; but also a shining kind of beauty that serves as a visual representation of the way kids hear fairy tales. His work felt very Russian to me, a classic style with a touch of depression.

In addition to the works above, I also liked learning in this show about Julien Tanguy, who apparently ran an arts supply store and met a lot of the impressionists when they were young and poor. He gave supplies for free in exchange for their works--now that'd make a great movie!


I liked this mantel mosaic clock best of all the items from Louis Comfort Tiffany's Long Island home in the Met's exhibit. The Nicole Bengiveno photo above, from the New York Times review's slideshow, unfortunately barely captures the work's luminescence. The clocks themselves tell you day of the week, hour/minute, and month. At night the soft green and purple mosaics were lit from behind.

Finally, Portrait of a Boy blew me away. In look and feel, it could've been made anytime in the last few centuries.

But actually it was made in Egypt--about 2,000 years ago! Absolutely astonishing; it was essentially made out of wax, in a process now referred to as encaustic.

All images via the Met website or found uncredited online unless otherwise noted.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Dynamite Gothamite


One of the blogs I read every day is Gothamist; it's a great way to keep on top of what happens in the most interesting city in the world, with well-written (and frequent) posts on everything from food to news to culture.

Although there are times when I wish it were a bit more professional, usually the content from its hive of contributors is good enough that it doesn't need gussying up. A large chunk of its local news posts summarize and rewrite what media outlets report, always with appropriate credit and often in more direct language than the news sources can use.

Thus, they can concentrate on bringing out the telling (or titillating) detail; they also possess an unusually good sense for what makes a story interesting, important or unique. Such as in this post: Mother Throws 4 Children to Safety During Brooklyn House Fire

Mother of five Nabila Nazli was able to throw four of her children to safety during a vicious apartment fire. Nazli did not jump, as she stayed with a five year old daughter who had been scared to jump stayed on the second floor, and the two were overcome with smoke. Nazli and her daughter are in serious condition at Jacobi Medical Center, whereas the four other children, ages one month to 10 years old, are in stable condition at at Coney Island Hospital.

The fire started early Thursday morning in the Gravesend section. Neighbors tried to break in the house to save Nazli and the five children, but it was too difficult. They convinced Nazli to drop the children out a window and onto a blanket. By the time the firefighters got to the house, about half an hour after it started, they found Nazli and her daughter unconscious. Firefighter Bob Treiland told the NY Times, "She did a great job in saving her children... I guess I know where she is coming from [adding that he has two small children]. She would rather die than leave her child up there, and it is just something about a parent’s instincts.”

Nazli's husband, Mohammed Nasser, a limousine driver, told the Sun in spite of the fire that gutted their home of two months, "Nothing is lost because my family survived."
You even get a sense of how great the story is just reading the headlines of all the local papers; as always, the Times gets it best.

-Brave mom drops kids from blaze
-Son, 10, in awe of her bravery saving family from flames; New York Daily News
-Fire survivors hail 'Mighty Mom'; Newsday
-Mother Saves Four Children From a Blaze; New York Sun
-Home Afire, Mother Saves 4 and Stays With 5th; New York Times (behind pay wall)

Photo of Nabilia Nazi's daughter Shamile Naseer in her hospital bed at Coney Island Hospital by Charles Eckert for Newsday.

Not-so-ultimate warrior


PC World's list of The 13 Most Embarrassing Web Moments is pretty entertaining; my favorite was #13:

The Smoking Gun pretty much dedicates itself to showing people during their most humiliating moments, but the celebrity mugshots of James Brown, Nick Nolte, and Yasmine Bleeth have nothing on poor Patrick Tribett, who was nabbed for "abusing harmful intoxicants," namely huffing gold spray paint.

Whether Tribett intentionally chose gold to match his "Warriors" t-shirt or whether the color just makes for a good high remains a mystery; but his overall look, which recalls a child who has ploughed headlong into a birthday cake, is mortifyingly priceless. The pose even earned Tribett his own YTMND Web page.


Patrick Tribett photo via The Smoking Gun.

We'll trade you Jerry Lewis...

Some guy put together clips of Melissa Theuriau, a French newscaster who's astonishingly easy on the eyes. The comments on YouTube are hilarious.

We aren't family


Crazy NBA players plus small-town paper equals entertaining reading.

Randolph hit with second lawsuit: A $300,000 lawsuit filed last month against Portland Trail Blazers forward Zach Randolph and former teammate Qyntel Woods claims that the two players and others assaulted and harassed a Northeast Portland man for more than two years, calling him a “snitch” and a “bitch dog” in connection with dogfighting allegations against Woods.

Filed Oct. 13 in Multnomah County Circuit Court, the lawsuit is the first of two filed against Randolph within a month, the other being a $2 million sexual assault suit filed against him this week.

Together the lawsuits — taken with other publicly available information — paint a picture of the “gangsta” ethic seemingly adopted by Randolph, a West Linn resident, and his self-described “Hoop Family.”

Both lawsuits use the term “Hoop Family” or some version of it to describe a group of people Randolph surrounds himself with and who seem to feed off the association.

Among those people, the Oct. 13 lawsuit claims, are two other defendants, one identified only as “DeeMo” and another named Dontay Stidum, who allegedly threatened the Northeast Portland man’s life.

In another incident alleged in the lawsuit, Randolph himself confronted the plaintiff, Robert Bacote, 32, at Geneva’s Shear Perfection, a Northeast Portland hair salon, telling Bacote he would get “handled.”

“Where I come from we don’t [expletive] with snitches!” Randolph said, according to the lawsuit.

On a later occasion, at the downtown nightclub Vue, since closed, Randolph walked up to Bacote in the VIP room and started calling him a snitch again, loud enough so others could hear, according to the lawsuit.

Bacote asked Randolph to please not say that so loud with so many other people around. Then Bacote tried to leave.

“Randolph then struck the plaintiff in the chest,” according to the lawsuit. “Plaintiff immediately left the club, bruised and feeling humiliated.” ...

Bacote’s lawyer, Sean Hartfield, said his client was a rapper and singer who moved in some of the same circles as the Blazers players because he tried to book gigs at some of the same clubs where they hung out. Bacote performs on occasion under the name Mackin’ Rob.

“It’s a small community for those kinds of people,” Hartfield said. “Rappers and ballers (basketball players) and wannabe rappers and wannabe ballers. But it all revolves around the ballers because that’s where the women are.” ...

The lawsuit makes mention of Woods also berating Bacote in public and beating him outside the Roseland Theater in late 2004 — with Randolph present, encouraging Woods and others to beat him down, shouting, “Get him, dog. Get him,” according to the lawsuit.
There are many other moments of hilarity in the article, including a reference to 'rump-shaking women.'

Uncredited photo of Zach Randolph found in various places online.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Saving the Old World


Sports can really bare the soul of a society--everything is out in the open with sports, with its combination of great passion, obsessive coverage and unlikely juxtapositions.

Nowhere is this more apparent than the nexus of soccer and racism. Whether during the World Cup, or a run-of-the-mill match.

The latest ugly incident--which, with a mob beating up on a Jewish fan and then a black cop, highlights both ancient anti-Semitism and modern racism--took place in the heart of 'civilized' Europe.

The BBC: French President Jacques Chirac has condemned violence that led to the shooting of a French football fan by a plain-clothes police officer.
The policeman, who is black, fired into the crowd after he was physically attacked while seeking to protect a fan from anti-Semitic abuse, officials say.

The violence broke out after Israeli side Hapoel Tel Aviv beat Paris Saint Germain (PSG) 4-2 in a European match.

Mr Chirac said he was horrified by the reports of racism and anti-Semitism.

The BBC's Caroline Wyatt in Paris says the incident has shocked France and raised questions over racism, anti-Semitism and violence among football fans.

A hard-core of PSG supporters are connected to the far right, she adds, with several fans banned from the club's matches after previous violent incidents.

According to Paris state prosecutor Jean-Claude Marin, young French fans of the Tel Aviv team were rounded on by PSG supporters chanting anti-Semitic slogans after the Paris side suffered defeat.

About 100 PSG fans gathered to chase one Tel Aviv supporter, the prosecutor said, at which point Mr Granomort tried to intervene.

Witnesses said the crowd hurled racist insults at him, while making Nazi salutes and shouting anti-Jewish abuse at the man he was trying to protect.

According to the French authorities, Mr Granomort was physically attacked as he shouted that he was a police officer and pulled out his gun.

Fans interviewed on French radio said he had appeared to fire two shots in panic, as he was pushed to the ground.

He then sought refuge in a McDonald's restaurant with the man he had been trying to defend, while police reinforcements were brought in to restore calm.
It's fitting they sought refuge in a McDonald's--there's a reason this kind of thing doesn't happen in America, despite our having five times as many people as France and far more diversity. (Which itself is no accident; people aren't stupid, they don't immigrate to America as a waystation to France).

Maybe one reason why France is still grappling with these seemingly medieval situations is shown by Le Monde's website, where the story is 3rd on the page (behind headlines about Iraq and the poisoning of an ex-KGB agent in London).

I think it's time Americans started holding France and the rest of Europe to modern standards when it comes to race. Racism and anti-Semitism may well be engrained in their national culture by centuries of bigotry and violence--but that's not an acceptable excuse; it just means Europeans may have to resort to the same radical, ahistorical measures they're usually pushing on Third World societies.

It doesn't help when Americans like David Unger publish in publications such as the New York Times items like Editorial observer: Facing reality on Europe's immigrants:
'Write an article!" came the shout as I left a room full of German women preparing the food for their weekly breakfast discussion meeting in the Rollberg housing project in the Neukölln section of Berlin.

They were Germans now, but most had been born elsewhere, generally in Muslim countries. One wore a head scarf, the others did not. The youngest looked about 19. The oldest might have been a grandmother.

These women illustrated a reality finally accepted by some of Germany's most conservative politicians - there is no reason someone cannot be German and Muslim at the same time. In America, that idea would be unremarkable. In Germany, with its tragic history of exclusive nationalism and race-based citizenship, it is an intellectual revolution.

The moving spirit behind these meetings was Ayten Köse, an infectiously enthusiastic woman of Turkish descent, who relished telling a visitor what it had taken to make this project a reality.

The breakfasts were among the activities of an outreach program sponsored by the local government and the European Union. One goal is to help residents connect with one another and with local public services. That, in turn, is meant to reduce the sense of isolation many immigrants feel from the larger society they live in and from its political institutions.

It took a long time for Germany's leaders to wake up to the fact that millions of foreign-born or foreign- descended residents - people who originally arrived as guest workers or asylum seekers, along with their German-born children and grandchildren - intend to spend their lives in Germany with no plans of returning to their ancestral homelands.

More than three million of these new Germans are Muslims - nearly two million from Turkey, with most of the rest from Bosnia, Albania, the Arab world, Pakistan and Iran.

It is in Germany's interest to help these newcomers succeed and prosper, by helping them improve their German language skills, preparing them for better jobs and smoothing their path to German citizenship. That lessens the risk of their slipping into an underground world of isolation, joblessness and despair, where they might fall prey to terrorist recruiters.

The new realism of its politicians is welcome, but Germany has a long way to go. Immigrants still face violent attacks from xenophobic neighbors and the discriminatory attitudes and practices of some local governments. Despite recent reforms, it remains too difficult for many long-time residents to become citizens.
Whoo-hoo! Non-Muslim and non-Turkish Germans are allowing Germans of Muslim faith and Turkish descent to--what, exactly? Participate in society? Start programs that they hope will one day allow them to walk down the street without being beat up? Become--gasp--full-fledged German citizens! Wow, what a great revolution!

I mean, why are we celebrating things like this, expecting nothing more of Europe than half-civilized band-aid measures? Really, shouldn't we be lecturing Germans about how they don't live in the 18th century anymore and if they wanna trade with us they better adopt 21st century norms when it comes to diversity?

The funniest thing about the editorial is it's all about how white Christian Germany is 'accepting' other Germans--yet none of the people involved in the program are white Christian Germans, and there aren't any ordinary WCGs quoted!

The saddest thing about the editorial is its conclusion:
Yet, despite its shortcomings, Germany's new approach contrasts favorably with that of neighboring France - the home of Western Europe's largest and perhaps least integrated Muslim population.

French policies have been confounded, paradoxically, by France's militantly integrationist official ideology. The well-meaning insistence that all French citizens are simply French has led to decades of willfully ignoring the particular needs and diverse cultures of distinctive segments of the French population.

The poor and unemployed young men who burned cars in suburban neighborhoods last autumn weren't protesting against the noble French ideal of égalité. They were protesting against the daily humiliation of coping with police officers, politicians and employers who have no real idea of what their lives are like and no desire to find out. It is that kind of estrangement that German programs like the one in Neukölln are trying to avoid.
I think if Germans are hoping to avoid that kind of 'estrangement' (which Unger glosses by not calling it racism and apartheid), they're late by a few decades.

I don't think Germany is any better than France on the race issue; they're both offenders, and the sooner both societies come to this realization and go through their version of the civil rights movement, the less traumatic it'll be. And it'll be traumatic; it has to be, otherwise Europe won't be able to change.

It's not just the French and the Germans, of course. The Times had an article the other day headlined Dutch Consider Ban on Burqas in Public. Leaving aside the headline problem (are Dutch Muslims not Dutch? If so, the headline surely should be Some Dutch, or Dutch Element), the Dutch government apparently announced this proposal as an attempt to be popular!
Gregory Crouch: Five days before a national election here, the center-right government announced Friday that it planned to introduce legislation to ban burqas and similar garments in public places, saying the full-body garb worn by a small number of Muslim women in the Netherlands posed a grave security threat.

The Netherlands has been considering such a move for months, in reaction to the burqa and other articles of clothing that hide the wearer’s face. The government has raised the fear that a terrorist might wear such a garment to move beyond security checks and carry out an attack. ...

About a million Muslims live in the Netherlands, about 6 percent of the population, and only 50 to 100 women regularly wear a burqa here, Muslim groups say, making them a rare sight. In light of that, some Muslims say they see the entire burqa issue as a referendum on their very existence here, a suggestion that government officials deny. ...

“The cabinet finds it undesirable that face-covering clothing — including the burqa — is worn in public places for reasons of public order, security and protection of citizens,” the immigration minister, Rita Verdonk, said Friday.

“It’s ridiculous,” said Yasar Kalkan, a Muslim auto mechanic in Leidschendam.

“When you go out on the street, how many burqas do you see? None,” he said, adding that Ms. Verdonk “should find something better to do with her time.”

Ms. Verdonk and others noted that the law would extend beyond religious garments to include head-size helmets with full-length visors and any other article that completely covers the wearer’s head and face.
Don't worry, the Dutch police will be stringent and even-handed about enforcing the helmet ban!

Yes, these hundred Dutch Muslim women are a grave security threat. So while we're at it, let's ban them from wearing coats; or scarfs; or sweaters; or baggy pants--you could hide something under all those, too. Perhaps it's best that they walk the streets in clear plastic?

The sad thing about it is apparently many non-Muslim Dutch don't see this as a balancing act where vital issues are at stake on both sides. To them, if Dutch Muslims--forced to choose between observing their faith as they intrepret it, and living in the Netherlands--decide to move, many non-Dutch Muslims would say thank God, we got rid of them.

Just like they saw no harm in driving away Ayaan Hirsi Ali. Ali, who really ought to be as well-known as the Angelina Jolies of the world, decided to move to the U.S., to our great gain.

It isn't always one way, of course. As a WashingtonPost.com/Newsweek web feature wrote about someone who's one of the most interesting people I've heard speak on this issue:
On Faith, Panelist Tariq Ramadan, one of Europe’s best-known Muslim scholars, was recently told by U.S. authorities that they will not issue him a visa because of a contribution he made to an Islamic charitable organization - a group later blacklisted by the U.S. government for providing money to Hamas. Ramadan said he made the donation a year before the organization was blacklisted. He will speak via live video to the American Academy of Religion’s annual conference in Washington, D.C. Nov. 19.
Not only did Ramadan speak via live video, but he also participated in On Faith's online discussion.

Which may point to a distinction between the U.S. and Europe--whereas in Europe panicked politicians are scrambling to get in front of what they see as the public's anti-Muslim/anti-immigrant impulses, in this country it seems as if the Bush administration et al is attempting to push the populace in a direction we're not sure we want to go.

So we do things like vote people out of power, and figure out ways of circumventing official policy.

That's not to say there aren't millions of white Christian Europeans who feel exactly the same way, who are horrified by the tide that's resurfaced in their countries and understand its ramifications. The difference, though, is how much less civilized their nations are to being with, and how much fewer in number these WCEs are.

It's important to point this out, and say it clearly. America is nowhere near perfect on these issues; we're not some mythical gold standard. But we're a lot better off than Europe; and they need to come up to our level. Winston Churchill would turn over in his grave, but to paraphrase him, America is the worst model on racism... except for all the other models.

Likewise, Europe is a lot better off than almost all Middle Eastern and Asian and African countries, where non-believers are killed in larger numbers, and more directly.

Make no mistake--what's happening in Europe is on the same continuum as the sectarian violence in places like Iraq and the Sudan. Just because the blood doesn't flow in the streets doesn't mean the seething hatred for and fear of someone not of your faith isn't there. Churchill's half-naked fakir Gandhi's dictum was hatred that hides in your heart is as bad as hatred you're bold enough or enabled to act on.

For now, Muslims and immigrants in Europe are protected for the most part by social norms that evolved after centuries of European civil war. But the conclusion of Crouch's article illustrates how all over Europe, Muslims are being culled from society and set aside as a group to which the usual rules don't apply.

They're routinely described as other, as not us, as them, in ways big and small. They're being made to choose between their faith and their homes.
The Dutch are not alone among European countries in seeking to restrict some forms of Muslim dress.

France banned from its schools the hijab, the head scarf worn by many Muslim girls and women, along with other conspicuous religious symbols. Britain’s highest court ruled this year that a secondary school was within its rights to bar a female student from wearing a jilbab, a loose, ankle-length gown, instead of the regular school uniform.

Prime Minister Romano Prodi of Italy has also joined the debate. “You can’t cover your face, you must be seen,” Mr. Prodi said last month. “This is common sense, I think. It is important for our society.”

Cardinal Renato Martino, head of the Vatican’s Council for Justice and Peace, said, regarding the veil, that immigrants of other religions “must respect the traditions, symbols, culture and religion of the countries they move to.”

Ms. Verdonk said she learned only this week that the Dutch cabinet could pursue a burqa ban after getting the go-ahead from legal experts. Those consulted by the government do not believe that such a ban would violate Dutch or European Union laws regarding religious freedom.
Just look at the language--all the references to tradition and culture not only assume that Muslim Europeans aren't part of European society, but send the message that non-Muslim Europeans don't want outsiders to continue shaping 'their' society.

Respect our religion, Cardinal Martino says non-ironically. Just as politicans say all we really want is to be able to get to know you better--as long as, of course, you come to us and do the work.

It's all happened before, of course--it's a little unfair, but when you carry Europe's historical baggage, such seemingly small incidents as the beating of (just two! protest some) people needs to be looked at to see if they're telling, or isolated.

To me, the interior logic is pretty clear. The rhetoric and legislative measures are eerily reminiscent of how after the trauma of WWI and the Great Depression, stressed white Christian Europeans of all stripes essentially said to Jews, we don't like you, we never have, you make us feel uncomfortable (at best). Become more like us. Or go somewhere else. Or else.

Which prompted an exodus of talent and culture to the U.S. (thank God for the New World), which wound up helping America eclipse what was left of European civilization. It's not like Jews were coming to a bed of roses--anti-semitism was the norm in the U.S. at the times. But at least a few hundred thousand made it here and survived, in time thrived. Versus 6 million back home.

The crucial difference between Europe and the U.S. is no matter how bad off we are, we have a history of absorbing people from all over the world. People who--often at great cost, sometimes over long periods of time--become Americans, just like everyone else.

Europe has no such tradition. None. What they have is a legacy of pogroms.

It's not entirely their fault; as the Old World, it was a place from which people fled. And the poor, paranoid, huddled blood-based remnants decided you could only be one of us if you were the same as everyone else.

It's only in the last few decades that WCES have allowed people in worse-off situations (which, let's not forgot often came about because of Europe's policies) to flee to Europe. And how are WCEs responding to their new neighbors?

I'd argue they're sending immigrants of all stripe--not just Muslims--the same message as they sent (and send) the Jews. Time and again, when WCEs are actually exposed to people not like 'them', large numbers of them respond with xenophobia, whether via violence in the streets or at the ballot box.

Which is unfortunate, for WCEs. After all, just look at what immigrants have recently done for America.
Venture capitalists betting on immigrant, AP: Venture capitalists hoping to strike it rich are increasingly betting on the entrepreneurial skills of U.S. immigrants — a melting pot that has already cooked up more than $500 billion in shareholder wealth, according to a study to be released Wednesday.

Immigrants launched nearly one in every five U.S. startups that relied on venture capital before turning to the stock market during a 35-year period ended in 2005, based on data compiled by two research groups, the National Foundation for American Policy and Content First.

The lucrative partnerships between immigrants and venture capitalists have become even more prevalent in recent years, the study found.

Since 1990, one in every four venture-backed companies that have completed initial public offerings of stock had at least one immigrant founder, including Internet stars like Google Inc.'s Sergey Brin and Yahoo Inc.'s Jerry Yang.

"Yahoo would not be an American company today if the United States had not welcomed my family and me almost 30 years ago," said Yang, who immigrated from Taiwan. "We must do all that we can to ensure that the door is open for the next generation of top entrepreneurs, engineers and scientists from around the world to come to the U.S. and thrive." ...

Startups founded by immigrants also tend to blossom more quickly than companies launched by U.S. entrepreneurs. It has a taken an average of 6.8 years for an immigrant-founded startup to complete an IPO, the study found, compared with an average of 9.3 years for companies launched by U.S. entrepreneurs.

Making it to an IPO is a crucial rite of passage for venture capitalists because the stock market provides them with a way to realize potentially huge profits from their investments.

The number of immigrant entrepreneurs teaming up with venture capitalists appears to have grown in recent years, the report said, setting the stage for even more IPOs during the next few years.

Just under half of the 342 privately held startups that responded to a survey taken as part of the study had at least one immigrant founder.
Ah, those WCEs. Facing sure demographic failure without new blood, why must they always reject what is good for them; why are they always cutting off their nose to spite their face, why can't they see the light, give up their backwardness and step out of the darkness?

Maybe we should send them some missionaries.

Image of fans in Rome at a Lazio game via Deutsche Welle's European Soccer's Racism Problem article.

Remixed

Some more indicators that we're living in the golden age of television advertising.







This is probably my current favorite commerical, for the video game Gears of War. It shows how realistic-feeling video games have become, cinematically pairing the story of a lone soldier with Gary Jules' Donnie Darko version of the Tears for Fears song Mad World. Its strangely affecting on-screen action (you have to remind yourself it's only a video game character... versus a hired actor, I guess) is matched well to the melody and lyrics.

Jules' music video has a totally different, but I also like it. Mostly shot from overhead, it features schoolkids acting out objects, coupled with pans around to Jules standing on top of the school's roof, with a panoramic view of Brooklyn. Oddly, the long NYTimes review of the video doesn't mention its location. Luckily, an entry about the video's director, Michael Gondry (who also made Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind), does.

Tears for Fears' original video is interesting in its own way, with most of it consisting of a guy standing at window, emoting, over your standard 80s sythethizers. It's a much faster song here; I like Jules' version better--just goes to show how different the same thing can be with a few tweaks.





Levi's 'Walk the Line' commercial has Adem Ilhan and Megan Wyler doing a duet version of the classic Johnny Cash song. It seems appropriately slowed-down, and Wyler has an other-worldy, almost metallic voice that fits the song well. The on-screen action is a bit hokey, but the way it's shot grainy and harsh brings out the lyrics.

By comparison, this YouTube clip of Cash's original seems almost flat--part of it is just the difference between a straight performance and a layered music video/commercial. It can be hard for something shot 3 or 4 decades ago to compete with all the subtle performance-sweeteners/boosters of today; imagine how great Cash and the legends would've come across if they had all the benefits the Ilhans and Wylers of the world do.

Then again, maybe they'd never have hammered out their hard-won style in today's world.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

United in splendor


One of my favorite yearly political rituals is seeing what the world's leaders are forced to wear at the APEC (Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation) summit. I think it's great that some of the most powerful people in the world dutifully line up for photos wearing whatever native garb the host nation's chosen--outfits that usually I've never seen anyone, 'native' or not, wear in public before.

There's something fleetingly egalitarian and almost anachronistic about seeing the American president, in particular, robed outlandishly along with his peers (and not-so-peers).

I imagine soon after the summit disbands thousands if not millions of huts in some 3rd World country adorned with torn-out newspaper photos of the world's grand pooh-bahs, dressed as one of their own. Heck, apart from the Ms. Universe pageant, it's often the one chance the hosts have of exposing the entire world to their sartorial heritage (or lack thereof).

Of course, it's entirely possible the hosts, under the guise of 'tradition', are just trying to top each other in coming up with ridiculous color combinations and fabrics.

If so, this year's Vietnamese outfits may be hard to beat. In the artfully headlined World leaders ill at ease over tunics and North Korea, the London Telegraph wrote:

The leaders of most of the world's major powers were united in discomfort yesterday as they posed in traditional silk tunics following a summit in Vietnam – but failed to show the same common purpose over North Korea.

A tight-lipped George W Bush looked especially unimpressed with his pastel blue ao dai, a flowing garment that is nowadays worn almost exclusively by women.

Next to him stood a similarly grim-looking Vladimir Putin of Russia, although Hu Jintao, the Chinese leader, appeared more comfortable.

On a slender female form the ao dai, a clinging piece of clothing slit to above the hip, is elegant and alluring, but when sported by middle-aged Caucasian men is substantially less flattering.

The male version, cut slightly differently, has been largely abandoned by Vietnamese men, even on formal occasions. Mr Bush took the first chance he had to remove his once the official photo call was finished, an annual ritual at the Asia-Pacific Economic Co-operation (APEC) summit.

The tradition began in Seattle in 1993, when President Clinton offered his guests leather bomber jackets, and they have gone on to don Indonesian batik, Philippine barong made of pineapple fibres and Mexican ponchos.

This year, the leaders had a choice of five colours of ao dai, all of them embroidered with golden lotus flowers. In feudal times yellow was reserved for the king, but it was chosen only by the Thai prime minister and the Vietnamese president, while the Sultan of Brunei, the sole monarch, picked green.

The majority wore blue — traditionally the uniform of petty officials — while all three women leaders dressed in pink.

Despite their efforts to proclaim a united front over North Korea's nuclear ambitions, the positions they took, though sheathed in diplomatic nuances, were almost as varied as the hues of their silks.
In 2007, it's Australia's turn to host. In anticipation, the Sydney Morning Herald ran an article, Embarrassments: Next time, it's singlets, that started:
It's all very well mocking the dresses worn by political leaders at the end of the APEC meeting in Vietnam this year, but can you do any better? Next year Australia is the host of this summit, and we'd better start now if we're going to design a garment that doesn't shame us in front of the world. That's the challenge this column is setting you this week.
There's a funny comment from a reader in response:
With respect to attire for next year's APEC meeting. We have essentially two options: (i) refer to "Ten Canoes" for traditional Australian attire. (ii) Prison clothes (after all, was it not Governor Macquarie who said there are 2 types of people in Australia - those who have been convicted and those who should have been? Perhaps that has some relevance to those attending the APEC meeting.
AP photo and caption of President Bush talking with President Vladimir V. Putin of Russia, rear, as Prime Minister Stephen Harper of Canada talked to President Michelle Bachelet of Chile, foreground [apparently the two Asian leaders are invisible!] at the economic summit meeting of Asian nations in Vietnam by Tom Hanson/Canadian Press, via the Times.






APEC leaders in South Korea (2005), Chile (2004), Thailand 2003), Mexico (2002), and China (2001) found in various places online. For selected other years, go to Sydney Morning Herald's slideshow.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Nobody calls her Babs


Barbara Walters is great. She's a pure journalist, in the sense she has no problem asking questions and following her interests. I used to have more mixed feelings about her (it was always enjoyable watching Peter Jennings slap her down), but you know, somebody stays around long enough and you start to have a soft spot for them. Even though based on the show young Barbara was definitely a harder-edged reporter than current Barbara; maybe less invested in the system.

And even though I dislike that View show of hers, I think it's been a way for her to show she has a sense of humor about herself. I think she'd make a fun dinner party guest, assuming she isn't always working.

Her special looking back at 30 years of interviews (30 mistakes in 30 years) should be required viewing in high school journalism classes--we see all these interesting and surprising sides of famous people, all because of her questions.

It's amazing how many people she's talked to; here's what stood out for me:

-The obvious chemistry between her and Johnny Carson... gosh, they could've had superstar kids

-How her 'what kind of a tree' question came to be (it's Katharine Hepburn's fault)

-Clint Eastwood gazing at her during the interview, asking her out afterwards (she declined)

-Lucille Ball going on about Desi Arnez with her current husband next to her; as Walters said looking back, it was obvious she was still not over him

-Walter Matthau's wife, Carol Marcus, making comments about her ex-husband William Saroyan; Barbara said and yet you married him twice, after which Matthau added, "She's not sure what she's doing"

-Elton John playing for her; Stevie Wonder playing for her at 2 a.m. and Walters clapping off-rhythmn

-Tom Cruise being his obviously crazy self back in 2002, like charm could overcome oddness

-Howard Cossell answering how he'd like to be remembered: 'Good husband, good father, doting grandfather. That's all that matters.'

-Johnny Cash, asked if he thinks he's going to heaven or hell, saying 'Heaven. I've spent my time in hell.'

-Laurence Olivier saying he'd liked to be remembered as a 'diligent workman.'

-Sylvester Stallone's knives collection displayed weirdly on the wall

-The clip of her interview with the Oceans 11 cast, showing some great chemistry between Julia Roberts and Matt Damon

-Paris Hilton coming across as smart

-Robin Williams cracking Barbara and her crew up during his 'interview'; pretending to be a German during WWII, 'we woke up and we were in Poland, it wasn't anybody's fault'

-Sean Connery saying it's not that bad to slap a woman, like when they can't leave something alone and keep talking, then it's absolutely right to slap her

-Halle Barry celebrating getting through her interview without crying

-John Travolta's wife Kelly Preston saying she knows they'll be together forever, and him correcting her to say well, we think we will be

-Barbara and Oprah Winfrey--from young and naive to knowing and a pro

-Her surprising relationship with Richard Pryor, including the clip where he says he loves drugs, enjoys doing cocaine with his friends and getting high; watching how their relationship evolved over three interviews where at the end he admits lighting himself on fire to try and die, because he was ashamed of what he'd become as a drug addict.

She called him 'the most painfully honest man I've ever interviewed.'
Uncredited image of Barbara Walters found online

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Year of living loudly


This guy in some ways is the quintessential New Yorker, for better and for worse.

On July 4th, 2006, I embarked on a quest to become the pre-eminent American portrait painter of the 21st century. This blog chronicles the first year of this journey. With apologies to Joan Didion, I call it THE YEAR OF MAGICAL PAINTING.
Image of Michelle A., from Geoff Raymond's blog, part of a series of commissioned works--$2,500 each--on restaurant workers.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Given form


As many as 2 million other people have already seen and yet somehow failed to tell me about The Brick Testament, an "illustrated Bible presented by The Rev. Brendan Powell Smith".

Well, illustrated in the sense the site contains a retelling of the Bible, with scenes made out of Legos.

It's, frankly, amazing. And funny. To me it's a wonderful representation of Christianity--there are all sorts of telling, little details that shows you The Rev. really gets it, a lot of things that will make you laugh. So far my favorite is the Flood scene.

And somehow, seeing the Bible acted out by little smiley yellow figures feels entirely apt.

Image from Exodus scene from The Brick Testament.

Why we should get out of Iraq


Now that the Democrats are in power, it's worth heeding the words of a soldier and the stories of two kids that should tell us it's time for the U.S. to get out of Iraq.

The soldier is among the marines under investigation in the deaths in Haditha of "24 Iraqi civilians, including 10 women and children and an elderly man in a wheelchair", as the Times wrote in an article headlined Contradictions Cloud Inquiry Into 24 Iraqi Deaths

The marines have said they believed they were coming under small-arms fire from a house on the south side of the road. A four-man "stack" of marines, led by Sergeant Wuterich, who up to that point had no combat experience but was the senior enlisted man on the scene, broke into the house.

They found no one in the first room, but heard noises behind a door. A marine with experience in the deadly house-to-house fighting in Falluja a year earlier rolled in a grenade and another marine fired blind "clearing rounds" into the room, Mr. Puckett, Sergeant Wuterich's lawyer, said.

The technique is known as "clearing by fire," said a marine who was with a nearby squad that day but who asked not to be identified because his role in the events is under investigation. "You stick the weapon around and spray the room," he said. "It's called prepping the room."

He added: "You've got to do whatever it takes to get home. If it takes clearing by fire where there's civilians, that's it."
If American soldiers are at the point where they think the only way they can live is by killing Iraqi civilians, we need to get out of Iraq.

The marine's wrong; you don't ever do whatever it takes to get home, that's not the way Americans fight wars. That's not even the way the Nazis fought wars.

People who think otherwise are profoundly ignorant; anyone who adopts a cynical 'yeah dude, that's war for you attitude' knows nothing of military history and is spitting on the graves of literally millions of soldiers who have died over the course of human history because militaries go out of their way to seek out and kill other armed men rather than women, children and the elderly.

The few places and times in modern history where armed men have gone berzerk and deliberately killed civilians are shorn into our memories, generally because people confess--the names are infamous, spanning the gamut from My Lai to Rwanda to Nuremberg.

Anyone who's ever read Michael Walzer Just and Unjust Wars--or anyone with even a shred of moral understanding--knows that no culture holds the life of an armed soldier as being equivalent to the life of a little kid. The one with the gun always takes the risk of war upon himself, in order to spare the helpless.

And by and large, this code is enforced not by a fear of media investigations, the threat of court martial or even the drills of basic training--but from basic humanity. Soldiers are moms and dads too; being in a foreign land loaded down with heavy weaponry doesn't strip them of their decency.

They're not going to shoot an unarmed child running across the street, or a woman on her way to get water. Given a choice, I have no doubt most of the men and women in our military would take a bullet and trust to their flak jackets and helmets and medical evacuation to save their life, rather than have that same bullet fired at a defenseless Iraqi.

The problem increasingly in Iraq is that the nature of urban warfare makes clear-cut moral choices rare. Instead of seeing kids running around, you've got gunfire coming at you out of dark buildings. One building and Iraqi looks the same as another; and it's so much easier to roll a grenade in or poke the nose of your gun around the corner and hold down the trigger, then to step through a doorway into god knows what.

Add to the chaos of urban warfare the element of racism--the Bush administration's conflation of Muslim with terrorist, the growing attitude of many Americans of a pox on all their houses, a centuries-old view of Middle Easterners as barbaric savages, a thousands-year-old hatred of the dark, the dusty, the poor.

Throw in the distance and ease that technology can afford, add the egging on, bullying and lack of accountability of group dynamics among young, empowered, testosterone-fueled males, mix in some truly bad soldiers and their lusts, and it becomes a certainty that the murder of Iraqis by Americans didn't begin in Abu Ghraib and won't end in Haditha.

Indeed: G.I.'s Investigated in Slayings of 4 and Rape in Iraq
Edward Wong in the Times: The American military is investigating accusations that soldiers raped an Iraqi woman in her home and killed her and three family members, including a child, American officials said Friday.

The investigation is the fourth into suspected killings of unarmed Iraqis by American soldiers announced by the military in June. In May, it was disclosed that the military was conducting an inquiry into the deaths of 24 civilians in Haditha last November. ...

In June, the Army charged four American soldiers suspected of killing three detainees in Iraq and then threatening another American soldier with death if he reported the shootings.

Two days later, the Marine Corps said it had charged seven marines and one Navy corpsman with murder and kidnapping in the April killing of an Iraqi man in a village on the western outskirts of Baghdad. In that episode, the assailants are accused of planting a Kalashnikov rifle and shovel by the body of the victim to frame him as an insurgent after shooting him in the face four times.

Last Sunday, the military said two members of the Pennsylvania National Guard had been charged with involuntary manslaughter in the fatal shooting of an unarmed Iraqi man on Feb. 15.
You can argue after the fact whether the Bush administration is at fault on a strategic level for occupying Iraq with too few troops, not having a post-war plan.

Whether the administration is at fault on a moral level for dehumanizing Iraqis and allowing if not at times encouraging soldiers to treat Iraqis with contempt.

Whether the administration is at fault on a universal level for demonizing Muslims all over the world and nefariously using 9/11 to push through their own agenda.

Or you could argue it's just scared young men and women--some of them National Guard 'weekend warriors'--in over their heads and falling back on kill or be killed.

Because it doesn't matter. While well-meaning Americans sit here and argue and split hairs, all the while bending over backwards to not seem unpatriotic, it's our soldiers--yes, our heroic, wonderful men and women in arms--who in documented cases are murdering and torturing Iraqis.

Let's not forget it's thousands of Iraqis themselves, the cut-throat men under the sway of extremist leaders, who are directly responsible for almost all of the butchery and savagery in Iraq today.

But let's also not forget Iraq has no history of this insane behavior. No state does, really--and this brutality today is a direct result of a choice America made, to try and save the lives of American soldiers and minimize opposition on the home front by sending as few as possible to Iraq to fight this war and deal with the aftermath.

Even the Pentagon's own war games saw a need for 400,000 troops, not the 250,000 we actually sent.

In essence, the 'body gap' has been filled by Iraqi civilians.

It's not even just the basic decency of the undersized American force that's kept the number of atrocities low to this point. It's also Pentagon policy that avoids, whenever possible, letting soldiers come in contact with civilians. American troops stay barricaded in well-fortified compounds, venturing out only during daylight hours and only along well-traveled roads.

Hence, to the argument of some that if we pull out of Iraq, we leave the Iraqi women, children and elderly prey to mayehm, I say check out the death toll, which may be as high as 650,000 (the equivalent of 220 9/11s). In most Iraqi cities, it's already hell.

Nobody's seriously arguing for an overnight retreat--even though that's what the patron saint of conservatives, Ronald Reagan, might do were he still alive. After all, it's what in did in Lebanon after the death of 241 American troops (we're at more than 10 times that death toll in Iraq).

But we can at least start pulling out some soldiers immediately, beginning with the least-experienced and most-likely-to-crumble-units. We can replace them with Bush's American-trained Iraqi units, the ones he's been touting for three years. And we can mix in UN troops; I have no doubt John Bolton can bring the same zeal to getting the UN back in Iraq that he's brought to attacking the UN's bureaucracy.

As for the argument that this sends the wrong message to terrorists or whomever, I don't think it's possible to send a right message when our soldiers are murdering Iraqis. Our original reasons for getting into Iraq are all moot--and it's better that terrorists theoretically get emboldened than we continue preserving our 'honor' on the backs of civilians with this mess we're stubbornly perpetuating.

To borrow from Gandhi's philosophy, you cannot justify definite violence today by draping yourself in the cloak of laudable ends tomorrow.

All we know for sure is American troops are committing war crimes in Iraq, and that thousands of Iraqis are dying every month. I don't think it's realistic under this current administration for our troops to stop killing civilians, or to stop Iraqis from going after each other. All we can do is spare the Iraqi people from death at our hands directly or indirectly by getting out.

Even if you don't value the lives of Iraqis, think about all the American soldiers who are dying; and whose families are being ripped apart as a consquence of our out-of-control war in Iraq.

Even if you don't care about the lives of our disproportionately black and Hispanic military, think about yourself and what this war is doing to you.

Is it causing you to stick your head in the sand to avoid the endless depressing news, is it hardening your heart so that you can avoid turning on a president who deep down you fear is wrong wartime or no wartime, is it making you lash out against fellow Americans with words that demean their patriotism and ultimately yourself, does it have you feeling there's no good answer here let's just keep our heads down and hope muddle through?

If so, you're not alone. ABCNews, in a piece titledAmericans React to Soldiers' Arrests, made explicit what's happening to us.
Dean Reynolds, ABCNews: Several members of the military have been charged this week in connection with the deaths of Iraqi civilians. How are Americans at home responding to the charges?

The military is considered the most trusted institution in the nation; soldiers are repeatedly taught that when they put on their uniform, they represent more than themselves. But some Americans say different rules apply when soldiers are at war.

"War is brutal. It's going to be brutal and you have to expect that," said one Chicago resident.

Near Camp Pendleton in California today, where seven Marines and one sailor were charged with the death of an Iraqi civilian in Hamdaniyah, supporters closed ranks behind the accused soldiers.

One woman said, "These men, in my opinion, are heroes and they should have a parade held in their honor."

It seems that many Americans find reports of U.S. troops' transgressions at Abu Ghraib, Haditha or Hamdaniyah more understandable in a war where our men are kidnapped, tortured and executed.

"We can't win a war with these fanatics by babying them," said Korean War veteran Jerry Lyons in Houston. "Who cares what the rest of the world thinks?"

And in Chicago, another passerby said: "Soldiers in a situation that's untenable, in a war they cannot win, these types of things happen."

But military ethicists say the belief that "war is hell" and anything is permissible can do lasting damage to the nation.

"When you start talking about throwing the book out because we're under stress … You're making a dramatic alteration in … the cornerstone of American identity," said Eugene Fidell of the National Institute of Military Justice.
Seems like you can add Americans to the list of people being dehumanized.

Since when does being under stress, being scared, justify murdering another human? Where are the pro-lifers on this? No cute babies here for them to cling to?

Well, there are. Ultimately like always, it's the kids who suffer our hubris and evil. The documentary Winter in Baghdad lays it all bare.The Human Rights Watch International Film Festival describes it as:
Hitting just the right notes, filmmaker Javier Corcuera brings his gift of storytelling to this beautifully crafted film, allowing the viewer to integrate the political with the personal in the tragedy of Iraq that has unfolded since the war began in spring 2003.

Corcuera spent several months in Baghdad in the winter of 2004 getting to know Iraqi families who were trying to carry on with daily life despite the constant violence, black outs, and lack of basic necessities.

The filmmaker became especially close to a group of young, enterprising, and highly resilient teenage boys who despite the obstacles still managed to make it to school, hold down part-time jobs—which were not always strictly legal jobs due to constantly shifting U.S. regulations—and hang out with their friends in this forbidding environment.

Winter in Baghdad is as beautiful visually as it is deep emotionally—a rich tapestry of life in Baghdad today which counterbalances the simplistic and repetitive images of this once great city that are presented by the vast majority of mainstream news media.
The film makes clear while we pretend we're bringing democracy to the Middle East, the kids are growing up maimed by American bombs, killed by American bullets, terrified of American soldiers.

The kids are living in hell so that we can keep terrorists at arm's length, so, as President Bush keeps boasting, we can fight the terrorists there instead of here.

Well, 'there' isn't a desert--there are people underfoot. Iraqi kids and civilians are forced to scrounge for survival on a battleground so that we can paste bumper stickers and strut around patting ourselves on our back for how much we've helped the dark masses by giving them democracy.

And so we can pretend we're winning the war on terrorism because there hasn't been another attack on American soil.

In essence, we've traded the lives of 650,000 Iraqis to stave off attacks on America. If that's really the price our national policy post-9/11 will exact, I'd argue the terrorists already have won.

Even if it wasn't morally repugnant, surely pretending that it's not reality is costing us something.

Let's at the very least own up to it; tell the world you know, we simply value American life more. And then tell them what our calculus is--we're sorry, but we're willing that 200 die in Baghdad if think it might save 1 in New York.

So if we have to fire into your huddled masses and then withdraw to our isloated bases while marauding bands fill the power vacuum, we're fine with that choice.

That way, history can properly judge us, in the same way that God already is.

President Bush once memorably told the terrorists to 'bring it on.' What he didn't say was he wanted it brung on the backs of Iraqi civilians.

Photo on an Iraqi in Haditha and an American Marine via Voices UK. It's telling what images pop up when you do a Google images search on 'Iraqis'.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Fairest of them all





Ah, the Internet--so much stuff, so little time.

Randall Munroe, a guy who used to work for NASA, runs a site that's trying to "find the funniest image in the world, using voting and some algorithms," and one that's trying to find the prettiest image.

Duh, that would be my beloved. The latter, that is.

Uncredited images from Munroe's site.

No need for rebellion


How much do you need to know about a politician before you think hmm, I'd vote for him/her?

How about two paragraphs?

A Survivor Reflects on Political Casualties, and Real Ones , The Times: “I don’t know how you’ll react to this, but I also want to say this,” [Rep. Christopher Shays] said on Tuesday night in his victory speech, interrupting the election night ritualistic hoopla with a jolt of reality. He read four names: “Wilfredo Perez. Tyanna Avery-Felder. Jack Dempsey. Nicholas Maderas. I sent them to Iraq, and they came home draped in American flags.

“I think about them almost every day of my life. And when the press talked about how tormented I must feel,” he said, referring to the possibility of losing the election, “they just didn’t get it. They just didn’t get it. The only torment I feel is for those families. And I pray that we can make it right for these families, and that we will find a way to have our men and women come home from success not failure, but that we find a way to bring them home.”
Shays had no need to bring up the names of the dead soldiers during what was a celebration for a hard-fought victory that made him one of the few pro-war, moderate Republicans to survive the Democratic tidal wave.

But he did. Which tells you a lot about the man. Too bad it's not the sort of thing that translates well to a campaign commercial.

Photo of Christopher Shays with his daughter, Jeramy, and wife, Betsi, on election night by Thomas McDonald for the Times

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Bang, bang





Applying Chekov's dictum that if a gun appears in the first act or chapter it should go off at some point, you can see where this New Yorker article goes (the Nancy Sinatra clip is just fun to watch).

You might have seen “Le Rêve,” Picasso’s 1932 portrait of his mistress, Marie-Thérèse Walter, in your college art-history textbook. The painting is owned by Steve Wynn, the casino magnate and collector of masterpieces. He acquired it in a private sale in 2001 from an anonymous collector, who had bought it at auction in 1997 for $48.4 million. Recently, Wynn decided that he’d like to sell it, along with several other museum-quality paintings that he owns. A friend of his, the hedge-fund mogul and avid collector Steven Cohen, had coveted “Le Rêve” for years, so he and Wynn and their intermediaries worked out a deal. Cohen agreed to pay a hundred and thirty-nine million dollars for it, the highest known price ever paid for a work of art.

A few weeks ago, on a Thursday, a representative of Cohen’s came from California to inspect the painting. She removed it from the wall, took it out of its frame, and confirmed that it was in excellent shape. On Friday, she wrote her condition report, and so, according to their contract, the deal was done. All that was left was the actual exchange of money and art.
Photo of Le rêve via Myarts.

Navigating babel



Saw an interesting article the other day, Can Wikipedia Ever Make the Grade?, that had me thinking about the demise of expertise in our society.

Even as fields become ever more complicated and fragmented, the flattening effects of blogs and hundreds of cable channels with airtime that needs to be fed has cheapened the currency of discourse. Knowledge is no longer the entry fee--rather, it's glibness on the subject matter de jour.

Which any idiot can summon up, and actually on topics with a lot of subtlety idiots are gonna sound better to the untrained ear.

Good thing, then, that on Wikipedia there are at least a few trained ears....

Brock Read, in the Chronicle of Higher Education: Alexander M.C. Halavais, an assistant professor of communications at Quinnipiac University, has spent hours and hours wading through Wikipedia, which has become the Internet's hottest information source. Like thousands of his colleagues, he has turned to the open-source encyclopedia for timely information and trivia; unlike most of his peers, he has, from time to time, contributed his own expertise to the site.

But to Wikipedia's legions of ardent amateur editors, Mr. Halavais may be best remembered as a troll.

Two years ago, when he was teaching at the State University of New York at Buffalo, the professor hatched a plan designed to undermine the site's veracity — which, at that time, had gone largely unchallenged by scholars. Adopting the pseudonym "Dr. al-Halawi" and billing himself as a "visiting lecturer in law, Jesus College, Oxford University," Mr. Halavais snuck onto Wikipedia and slipped 13 errors into its various articles. He knew that no one would check his persona's credentials: Anyone can add material to the encyclopedia's entries without having to show any proof of expertise.

Some of the errata he inserted — like a claim that Frederick Douglass, the abolitionist, had made Syracuse, N.Y., his home for four years — seemed entirely credible. Some — like an Oscar for film editing that Mr. Halavais awarded to The Rescuers Down Under, an animated Disney film — were more obviously false, and easier to fact-check. And others were downright odd: In an obscure article on a short-lived political party in New Brunswick, Canada, the professor wrote of a politician felled by "a very public scandal relating to an official Party event at which cocaine and prostitutes were made available."

Mr. Halavais expected some of his fabrications to languish online for some time. Like many academics, he was skeptical about a mob-edited publication that called itself an authoritative encyclopedia. But less than three hours after he posted them, all of his false facts had been deleted, thanks to the vigilance of Wikipedia editors who regularly check a page on the Web site that displays recently updated entries. On Dr. al-Halawi's "user talk" page, one Wikipedian pleaded with him to "refrain from writing nonsense articles and falsifying information."

Mr. Halavais realized that the jig was up. ...

Shortly after Mr. Halavais's career as a troll ended, the professor — this time posting anonymously — contributed another article to Wikipedia, a piece on theories of communication, his area of expertise.

"It got shut down pretty quick, and I think there's just a small piece of it left online," he says. "Some other professors I talked to said the same thing happened to them: They were experts in their fields, they wrote something well in their area of expertise, and it got cut up."

The site values concision — some lengthy articles are even marked as entries that should be tightened — so detailed scholarly papers are not looked upon fondly. Peer review may be hard on a professor's ego, but Wikipedia, it seems, is even less forgiving.

And even minor editing changes can lead to frustrating debates. Mr. Rosenzweig once edited a Wikipedia article on the financier Haym Solomon, removing a false but widely held claim that the 18th-century broker had lent money to the infant U.S. government during the Revolutionary War. Almost immediately after he removed the passage, another contributor reinserted it, citing its appearance in a number of books, which Mr. Rosenzweig says have been debunked. Only a seasoned historian would be likely to know that the claim was false, he says.

Academic historians are more likely to spend their time working on projects that can earn them scholarly respect and career advancement than writing or editing Wikipedia entries. Because of its transitory nature and its ban on original research, Wikipedia "doesn't have a lot of credibility within the academy," says Mr. Halavais.

"Generally, it's a time commitment that doesn't pay off reputationally," he says. "You certainly couldn't throw it on a CV." Writing for Britannica might not put professors on the tenure track, either, but it confers a certain amount of credibility, says Mr. Halavais.

Besides, say some critics of Wikipedia, it's not clear why an expert in a given field would want to see his work diluted by laymen. In an online essay called "Digital Maoism," Jaron Lanier, a computer scientist, has argued that Wikipedia is at the forefront of a disturbing Web trend — a tendency to value anonymous communal thought over individual intellect.

"A desirable text is more than a collection of accurate references," wrote Mr. Lanier, who spent time as chief scientist for the engineering office at Internet2, the high-speed-networking group. "It is also an expression of personality."

Mr. Wales says most Wikipedia articles are actually written by two or three people, not an anonymous collective. But otherwise, he says, Mr. Lanier's criticism isn't so much wrong as it is immaterial. "One aspect of Jaron Lanier's criticism had to do with the passionate, unique, individual voice he prefers, rather than this sort of bland, royal-we voice of Wikipedia," Mr. Wales says. "To that, I'd say 'yes, we plead guilty quite happily.' We're an encyclopedia."

But some critics say that Wikipedia's acceptance of anonymity — many of its posters never register on the site — causes more serious problems than personality-free prose. The site's open-door policy has emboldened trolls and vandals, whose efforts many academics would rather not suffer, says Mr. Sanger. "To many professors, it seems to be a waste of time to negotiate with people who in any other context would be taking a class from them."

Mr. Wales acknowledges that the site has, at times, seemed unappealing to scholars.

"There have definitely been cases where there were academics who came to the site, made good contributions, and the rough-and-tumble of the process really turned them off," he says.
To paraphrase Rodney Dangerfield, those poor academics, they get no respect.

I generally think it's better to have more voices talking than fewer; but I do think the responsibility is on the speaker to:
-come with at least a basic base of knowledge, or else mostly listen
-to know or at least figure out where they stand on the scale from amateur to expert
-to give the benefit of the doubt to their more knowledgeable peers
-to know when someone isn't their peer
-to recognize and not let issues of ego interfere with the discussion process

Wikipedia does a pretty good job of adhering to the above, as long as you think of it as a discussion forum rather than an encylopedia.

I use Wikipedia for a lot of things; but on topics that I actually know something about, I do see a lot of plagiarism (if you're gonna rewrite news articles at least source the original!) and shallow thinking. Often that's better than the minimal knowledge I bring on a topic, which is why I turn to Wikipedia; often as not, though, I find myself jumping off it via the links. As the article points out, there are inherent limitations to Wikipedia, especially on non-fact-based topics and on those where Westerners are mypoic.

With its inherently collaborative and open nature I think Wikipedia has the potential to become much better with improved translation software and/or the entire world learning English. Heck, it could become a United Nations of knowledge, with all the promise and pitfalls therein.

Much better, in any case, than the old days of a select few white males defining the world for us--no matter how brilliant or hard-working, their world was inherently a closed one.
The Nutty Professors, Anthony Grafton in the New Yorker: Not that long ago, universities played a very different role in the public imagination, and top academics seemed to glitter as they walked. At a Berlin banquet in 1892, Mark Twain, himself a worldwide celebrity, stared in amazement as a crowd of a thousand young students “rose and shouted and stamped and clapped, and banged the beer-mugs” when the historian Theodor Mommsen entered the room:

This was one of those immense surprises that can happen only a few times in one’s life. I was not dreaming of him; he was to me only a giant myth, a world-shadowing specter, not a reality. The surprise of it all can be only comparable to a man’s suddenly coming upon Mont Blanc, with its awful form towering into the sky, when he didn’t suspect he was in its neighborhood. I would have walked a great many miles to get a sight of him, and here he was, without trouble, or tramp, or cost of any kind. Here he was, clothed in a titanic deceptive modesty which made him look like other men. Here he was, carrying the Roman world and all the Caesars in his hospitable skull, and doing it as easily as that other luminous vault, the skull of the universe, carries the Milky Way and the constellations.

Mommsen’s fantastic energy and work ethic—he published more than fifteen hundred scholarly works—had made him a hero, not only among scholars but to the general public, a figure without real parallels today. The first three volumes of his “History of Rome,” published in the eighteen-fifties, were best-sellers for decades and won him the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1902. Berlin tram conductors pointed him out as he stood in the street, leaning against a lamppost and reading: “That is the celebrated Professor Mommsen: he loses no time.”
Uncredited photo of Wiki Wiki sign from Cruisinaltidue.com; origin of the name is here. Uncredited image of Theodor Mommsen found online on a biography page.

Outliers of culture



So I went to the American Folk Art museum today--the first time I've gone since I went a few weeks after it opened a few years ago. It was more disappointing that I remembered--like six floors of stuff in a tall, narrow building, most of which looked like it was created by the mentally ill.

Seriously--I understand the collection of folk art is a relatively new field, and it's possible I'm missing an entire world of interesting objects and paintings. But in order to get people to appreciate it, you've gotta deal head-on with most people's natural reaction, which is all this stuff looks crude and brings to mind the scribblings and cobblings of crazy people.

A lot of it was complex; many of the works seemed to have religious or spiritual linkages. But mere complication, even time-consuming complexity, does not make art. And a museum is not the place for non-art to be 'rewarded' or acknowleged.

Almost none of what was in the museum, apart from the building itself, appealed to me in either an aesthetic or an intellectual way; most of it was just jarring and unsettling without also being thought-provoking or emotionally rewarding.

One work that I did 'like' was by Maceptaw Bogun; it essentially was a waterfall scene made from pieces of thickly-painted carpet stuck to a canvas. For some reason it really worked; I'm not sure if making paintings from carpet is a known thing in the art world, but I've never seen it before, and the piece of carpeting he picked for the waterfall and the paint he put on it really conveyed rushing water.

But that was about it. Even the museum's manner of display put me off; it felt very anthropological, the way the cases looked and the lighting and colors and groupings they used.

It reminded me of how Western museums display art from Africa (and sometimes Asia too), as 'representative'. Which just means hey, we don't think any of this is good enough to stand on its own as a work of creation, we're just randomly showing some things we managed to pick up somewhere to give you a taste of the exotic, really there were scores of other similar things that could be behind glass here but this is what we got.

The difference though is when it comes to non-Western art that method of display shows the ignorance of the institution rather than, perhaps, serve as a commentary on the thread-bareness of the subject matter.

(Incidentally, why are the aesthetic taste of most Westerners still so bad when it comes to the non-Western, in art and food and everything else? It doesn't work the other way around, just think of all the Asians for example (and I mean Asians, not Asian Americans) whose judgments about things from the West are world-class, without the whiff of the colonial or commodification or belittling or overbearingness or insecurity that always seems to me to accompany Western assessments of the East.)

At least it was Friday night free admission. Likewise at The Museum of Modern Art, which per usual meant hordes of (mostly) young people from all over the world strolling about and taking pictures like mad. MOMA's space encourages sweeping tours through galleries--which is generally what I do when looking at contemporary art.

A few works caught my eye; Moma's website has great search functionality, hence the ability to reproduce the works here. You can even browse thumbnails of the works they have by a particular artist--why doesn't every museum website have this 'create your own gallery' feature?!

The Picasso section made me think about how brilliantly diverse this man was--so many different styles of painting, each interesting but especially so next to each other. It's one reason why I've always liked Georgia O'Keefe--she's like three great artists in one.

One of Edward Hopper's works made me stop and look--his Gas had me imagining what it'd be like to be that man, tending to his pumps in that outpost of civilization.

Hopper always gets nature right; its forebodingness in mass, its stark colors in relation to light, how it comes right up to and then encroaches on the man-made. Moma's wall text reads:

This work resulted from a composite representation of several gasoline stations seen by the artist. The light in this painting—both natural and artificial—gives the scene of a gas station and its lone attendant at dusk an underlying sense of drama. But rather than simply depicting a straightforward narrative, Hopper’s aim was “the most exact transcription possible of my most intimate impressions of nature”—in this case, the loneliness of an American country road. Fellow artist Charles Burchfield believed these paintings would remain memorable beyond their time,because in his "honest presentation of the American scene . . . Hopper does not insist upon what the beholder shall feel."
He doesn't insist on what we feel because this is America--we have so many landscapes, so many people, so many life stories, everyone's bound to react differently.

I wanted to somehow get the people who flowed past Hopper's little section to stop, to cease chatter for a minute and just look and process and have an actual encounter with Hopper (aside from Nighthawks). But I guess passing by is a form of feeling.

The other specific work that caught my eye, + and -, is by a woman in some ways Hopper's polar opposite, Mona Hatoum. The wall text told us she's "(British of Palestinian origin, born in Beirut, Lebanon, 1952." It described her work this way:
This work is a large-scale re-creation of the kinetic sculpture Self-Erasing Drawing Hatoum made in 1979. Replacing conventional artists’ tools (pencil and paper, paint and canvas) with a motorized, toothed metal arm and a circular bed of sand, Hatoum mechanizes the practices of mark-making and erasure. At a rate of five rotations per minute, the sculpture's hypnotic and continual grooving and smoothing of sand evokes polarities of building and destroying, existence and disappearance, displacement and migration.
All I know is I stood there and watched it for 10 minutes, to see how it worked and also to watch the sand hypnotically smoothed then raked, smoothed then raked.

Was it art? Sure; it made me think and took me out of the temporal. Smooth sand is nature; ridged sand is man. Nature always follows behind us, smudging what we try to make of her, even as we spin forward shaping her in our hands.

Uncredited photos of Edward Hopper's 1940 Gas and of Mona Hatoum's 1994-2004 Self-Erasing Drawing from MOMA's website.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Huh?


Here's a fun 6-minute test you can take, from someone who works at a music and neuroimaging lab, to see what your pitch perception abilities are.

Basically the test plays two series of tones, and you have to judge whether they're the same, or different. For me, the hardest part was recalling the first series!

It actually is intuitive if you don't think too hard about it, just let it float in; in my experience at least if the second series sounds 'wrong', that meant it was different.

I scored 'excellent'--in part because I'm good at taking tests. And all those years of piano lessons... and not destroying my hearing by going to concerts/playing loud music via headphones.

Uncredited Getty Images photo via CNN.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

When Harry caucused with Nancy


The great thing about following politics is that, like in sports, you get to watch the same person react to different situations and grow or not grow over the years.

And, depending on the team around the politician/athlete, years of futility and losing can be washed away with mind-boggling joy in a heartbeat, or vice versa. Which can bring out hidden or just overlooked qualities in a person.

I went into this election season hoping, and believing that the Democrats would take both the House and Senate, despite my dislike for Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid. Not a strong, active dislike--just a feeling that they weren't my kind of people, that they weren't Howard Dean and Bill Clinton Democrats--loud and proud and inventive and savvy.

Well, I could be wrong. A close friend tonight was telling me how she's warmed up to Pelosi (and how surprisingly jazzed she is about a woman in the speaker position--but that's another post).

I have to admit, watching Pelosi on tv the past few days I found myself thinking she seemed appealing, neither the frosty nor scatter-brained type I'd imagined her to be. I couldn't recall seeing much of Reid until today; and even then, he per usual made no real impression on me, which I see as a liability for the man who would be the anti-Bush.

But then I turned to the Times, that trusty profiler of people big and small; the newspaper of record has really done a good job of adding that 60 Minutes-style personal touch the last few years--as our society has become increasingly personality-driven--while avoiding the pitfall of schmaltz.

And I liked what I read about Pelosi and Reid... although I do wish the articles weren't written in such stereotypical pink/blue ways--sheesh!

I look forward to more from Nancy and Harry; it'll be interesting to see how they exercise power after being so long in the shadows.

Nancy Pelosi Is Ready to Be Voice of the Majority, Kate Zernike: As Representative Nancy Pelosi faced the cameras Wednesday morning, after the Democrats had taken a majority in the House and put her on the brink of becoming the first female speaker, she spoke so softly at first that some reporters insisted they could not hear her.

“I’m not in charge of the technical arrangements,” Ms. Pelosi said quietly, fiddling with the microphone.

Then suddenly, she was commanding: “But I could use my mother-of-five voice!”

It is a line Ms. Pelosi uses often, and a voice she may have to rely on frequently as she tries to ensure that the new Democratic majority lasts more than two years. ...

While she had long opposed the war, she also realized that a liberal congresswoman from California would have little impact in speaking out against it. And she pushed back against liberal members of her party who wanted to protest by denying financing for the war. Instead, she worked quietly with Representative John P. Murtha, a conservative Democrat from Pennsylvania and a veteran who had supported the war, to get him to express his growing doubts about it.

Representative Edward J. Markey, Democrat of Massachusetts, said: “The most credible person in the Democratic Party would be the face of the party on this issue. She knew that because he had supported it, he had the greatest credibility to critique it.”

Mr. Markey called Ms. Pelosi a liberal pragmatist: “San Francisco on the inside, Baltimore on the outside.”

Harry Reid, an Infighter With a Sharp Jab , Mark Leibovich: ... Mr. Reid is low-key, deferential and somewhat sheepish, qualities that make it easy to misread or underestimate him.

“People can say he is a nice guy, but that just totally misses it,” said Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton, Democrat of New York. “He’s got a spine of steel, and he will go toe-to-toe with anyone.”

Harry Mason Reid is the product of the tiny desert town of Searchlight, Nev., whose father, a hard-rock miner, battled alcoholism and depression before killing himself at 58. The future senator hitchhiked 40 miles to attend high school in Henderson, where he became an amateur boxer.

He came to Washington to attend law school, working nights as a Capitol police officer. He was elected to the Nevada State Assembly at 28, served as lieutenant governor and later led the state’s Gaming Commission, a job that pitted him against organized crime figures. (Mr. Reid’s wife, Landra, once found a bomb under the hood of the family car.) He was elected to Congress in 1982, and moved to the Senate four years later. ...

But he has also enjoyed the loyalty and, for the most part, the unity of a potentially fractious Democratic caucus that includes several would-be presidential candidates.

That devotion was displayed and returned on election night, as Mr. Reid placed phone calls to successful Democratic Senate candidates from his suite at the Hyatt Regency Hotel.

“Bob, you did it, my man,” Mr. Reid said to Senator Robert Menendez, who was re-elected in New Jersey.

“Hillary, you’re the best to work with,” Mr. Reid told Mrs. Clinton. “Love you,” he signed off. (Mrs. Clinton offers that she ended the call by saying, “Love you, too, Harry.”)

Mr. Reid also professed his love to Senator Kent Conrad, who was re-elected in North Dakota. (“Love you, man.”)

Later, when Claire C. McCaskill, another Democrat, was declared the winner in Missouri, Mr. Reid kissed the television.

He and Senator Charles E. Schumer, the New Yorker who leads the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee, kept whacking each other like kids. “Remember, Chuck, when they said Sherrod was too liberal?” Mr. Reid said of Sherrod Brown, the newly elected senator from Ohio.

Mr. Schumer said nothing, but gave Mr. Reid something between a pat on the head and a noogie.
AP photo of Harry Reid with Nancy Pelosi at an election-night rally by Gerald Herbert.