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June 25, 2008

Andrew Sullivan (Still) Needs Slaves

I've said it before, and I'll continue saying it until he gets off his obsession.

$4 a gallon is the best news this country has had in a very long time. Here's to $5. It's the only way Americans will ever learn.

-Andrew Sullivan


Here's to the slow strangling of economic life! To watching a quasi-socialist system of production reap the inevitable rewards of interventionism! Three cheers to individual misery!

The substance (such as it is) of Sullivan's comments amount to social engineering on a scale no less massive than the New Deal, accomplished through a method that appears market-oriented to the gullible and the ignorant.

Your collectivism is on display, dude.

June 23, 2008

7 Words

Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits.

You will be missed, Mr. Carlin. I remain honored I had a chance to see you perform live.

I'll be pulling out The Little David Years when I get home this evening.

June 20, 2008

Turning on Pandora's Radio

A friend of mine pointed me towards Pandora Radio with no small degree of enthusiasm. After procrastinating a week, I decided to give it a shot. Here are my impressions after working with the system for a few days.

The central idea behind Pandora Radio is the utilization of an extensive music categorization effort called the Music Genome Project:

Pandora is based on the Music Genome Project, the most sophisticated taxonomy of musical information ever collected. It represents over eight years of analysis by our trained team of musicologists, and spans everything from this past Tuesday's new releases all the way back to the Renaissance and Classical music.

Each song in the Music Genome Project is analyzed using up to 400 distinct musical characteristics by a trained music analyst. These attributes capture not only the musical identity of a song, but also the many significant qualities that are relevant to understanding the musical preferences of listeners. The typical music analyst working on the Music Genome Project has a four-year degree in music theory, composition or performance, has passed through a selective screening process and has completed intensive training in the Music Genome's rigorous and precise methodology. To qualify for the work, analysts must have a firm grounding in music theory, including familiarity with a wide range of styles and sounds.


Being the techno-geek that I am, I tested the system. Start off by entering the name of a song or an artist and the system will generate a custom "radio station" that plays music close to the characteristics they've used to describe bands and their songs. My friend challenged me to put something obscure in there for my first try so I obliged and entered Blockhead, a fantastic generally down tempo instrumental hip-hop act.

I liked everything I heard for the next half hour! Granted, about a third of it was stuff I either already owned or was from artists I knew of, but I was thoroughly impressed. After marking down the musicians whose acquaintance I had just made, I tried another "station," entering Explosions in the Sky into the Create New Station form.

Boom. Tons of bands that were completely new to me and were very comparable to EITS. More bookmarking of cool music. I'm beginning to grasp the possibilities.

The next station I created was Mastodon. Given their unique combination of guitar playing, drumming, and song structure I was hoping for a gold mine of new metal. Alas, so far it hasn't put out anything special. And frankly, though I can see why Pandora picked them, Slayer really doesn't belong in the same category as Mastodon, Lamb of God, or Gojira. Might need to give it more time to sort out.

I moved towards an entirely different subgenre and created a Cinematic Orchestra station. Ah, bliss. Pandora nailed this one well. I look forward to hearing what else they'll toss my way.

Next up was Philip Glass. So far it's mixed. On one hand, I now know I need to buy the Donnie Darko film score, look into Glass's The Hours score, and check out more material from Arvo Pärt. On the other, I think classical music's general format will make it harder to understand the abilities of the composers and performers. The andante con moto movement in Beethoven's 5th Symphony doesn't reveal much about the allegro con brio that preceded it and I bet most people would have no idea that second movement is part of the 5th's famous opening. Need to experiment further with this on Pandora.

The Led Zeppelin station I created has so far been the biggest disappointment, even though I like everything it has played for me. It's just been, for lack of a better way of putting it, too cliché. Jimi Hendrix and Cream? I gave up after 30 minutes. I'm in this for new music, dammit. It's a weird feeling to find myself both liking the music and wanting something different.

After mentioning this to my friend, he noted that he gets better results with more obscure and less-known acts. Therefore, the next station I created was Laika and The Cosmonauts. Nothing but fun surf rock for the next hour. Awesome. Good bookmarking potential here.

These stations accumulate, by the way. It looks like you can create as many as you want. There's also a QuickMix station that will take all or selected stations you've created and randomize songs through a temporary station for you. Haven't tried it yet, but that's a neat feature.

You have some control over what the system sends you through your named stations. You have the option of marking a song as liked, unliked, or just not marked. The system will attempt to tailor future songs according to what you like and dislike. Once I realized this wasn't just a way to approve of Pandora's choices, I decided to give it an acid test.

I created a "Fresh Tendrils" station, named after the 12th track on Soundgarden's Superunknown. For me, that's one of those songs I'd need on a deserted island after the apocalypse wipes everyone else out. If Pandora could deliver songs like that, then I'd be super-happy.

Well, it didn't. Here's what the system played for me:

  1. "5 Year Winter" by Zao
  2. "Storm of Swords" by The Classic Struggle
  3. "Disaster of Decay" by Burden of Grief
  4. "Second Awakening (Live)" by Kreator
  5. "Pre-Supermodel" by Angel Hair
  6. "Distance is Darkness" by As I Lay Dying
  7. "Relentless" by Soldiers

With the exception of "Pre-Supermodel," this is a set list that sounds nothing like "Fresh Tendrils." Even Angel Hair's song wasn't what I was seeking, but at least it wasn't a thrash-metal aggro affair. Sure, I discovered some potentially interesting bands, but I built this station in order to hear songs that have similar structure and tone to a specific song.

This is just one test and admittedly, this is a song that doesn't sound much like the rest of Soundgarden's catalogue. I need to give the system more tracks to see what it can do. But I vetoed everything except the Angel Hair track and the system kept sending me the same kind of stuff. It may be missing a crucial subjective component to its music categorizing system.

Anyway, just passing this along. I'm overall very thrilled with the possibilities and I've bookmarked more than ten albums for future purchase through my eMusic subscription. That's a lot more new music to look forward to than I had on Monday.

And, for those interested, here is my Pandora profile.

June 17, 2008

Youwalkaway.com

Rashynullplanet uncovers a flagrant case of fraud advocacy.

Is living up to your word too hard? Walk away!
Is fullfilling your obligations just not interesting anymore? Walk away!
Having trouble just caring about your promise to uphold your end of an economic exchange? Walk away!

What rotten fucking bastards.

In a just, coherent world, the people behind this scheme would be publicly shamed and lenders would be suing their asses for accessory.

June 16, 2008

Michael Arrington Is Unclear on the Concept

The A.P. doesn’t get to make it’s own rules around how its content is used, if those rules are stricter than the law allows. So even thought they say they are making these new guidelines in the spirit of cooperation, it’s clear that, like the RIAA and MPAA, they are trying to claw their way to a set of property rights that don’t exist today and that they are not legally entitled to. And like the RIAA and MPAA, this is done to protect a dying business model - paid content.

Michael Arrington

My emphasis.

Mr. Arrington apparently thinks that property rights magically evaporate once said property is placed online. How novel! Must be one of the side benefits to the new business model everyone keeps talking about where if it ain't gawddamned free and instant for everyone, it's a fucking kick in the nuts to What The Net Was Intended To Be.

June 10, 2008

Sweet Dreams

[Author's note: amazing how a song can trigger old memories. I wrote this in early January '07 to a special someone after a particularly weird morning wake-up.]

The golden-haired fox he'd been chasing through the æther had finally given up and playfully collapsed on a bed so fluffy the coffee-colored comforter and red flannel sheets took an eternity to flare out and settle back down from her impact. Charles recognized something about this bed, but pushed it aside as he drew closer. She was on her back, legs dangling over the bed's edge, squirming in a way that indicated she wanted one very special thing and wanted it soon. Charles was close enough to smell her as he--

Dawn's arrival struck an unpleasant note, waking up Charles from a dreamy slumber that had just reached a critical moment.

"Beeepbeeep...beeepbeeep," said the alarm clock.

"You bastard," he groaned. His right arm instinctively shot out from under the covers, seeking the magical switch that would end the electronic misery broadcasting two feet from his ears. Suddenly, the darkness was shattered by an intense cobalt light aimed straight at his eyes. Confused and disoriented, Charles sat up to locate his attacker. Just before his environment began to take on a shape, another sound erupted nearby, the sound of a hard rock guitarist strumming intently for something big.

"Oh, no! Whoever's playing this is about to shove fiery-hot modern rock down my consciousness if I don't act fast!"

With a sixth of him still left under the warm protective covers of the bed, Charles began a frantic sweep for the device. The note progression was reaching a critical point. Within seconds, not only would the main riff kick off, but the accompanying percussion, bass line, and singer as well! Still shocked by the sapphire explosion (now taking on a distinctly square shape), he had to spend precious moments seeking out some evidence there was a device making this accelerating noise, needing to convince himself this wasn't some elaborate prank - or worse - a nightmarish dream-within-a-dream scenario from which he may never wake.

There!

Pushing through the unnaturally calm glow of the evil rectangle was a dot of steady green light. His vile sapphire tormentor blinked out. He lunged.

DEAD BULL WITH THE LIFE FROM THE LOW!
I'LL BE MASSIVE CONQUISTADOR!!
GIVE ME SOUL AND SHOW ME THE DOOR!!!
METAL HEAVY!, SOFT AT THE CORE!
GIMME TORO!, GIMME SOME MORE!!!


"Shit."

The Queens of the Stone Age had won the battle. The room stopped vibrating as Charles realized what was going on. He returned to the bed with a thud and a sigh. It was 6:30 in the morning and he wanted back in his dream.

"Beeepbeeep...beeepbeeep," said the alarm clock.

"You're next, you lousy motherfu-"

Wait! --- was that a giggle he heard near the door…?

I miss that feeling. :)

June 05, 2008

No Reconciliation

The Guardian: 'My daughter deserved to die for falling in love'

For Abdel-Qader Ali there is only one regret: that he did not kill his daughter at birth. 'If I had realised then what she would become, I would have killed her the instant her mother delivered her,' he said with no trace of remorse.

Two weeks after The Observer revealed the shocking story of Rand Abdel-Qader, 17, murdered because of her infatuation with a British soldier in Basra, southern Iraq, her father is defiant. Sitting in the front garden of his well-kept home in the city's Al-Fursi district, he remains a free man, despite having stamped on, suffocated and then stabbed his student daughter to death.

Abdel-Qader, 46, a government employee, was initially arrested but released after two hours. Astonishingly, he said, police congratulated him on what he had done. 'They are men and know what honour is,' he said.


There are people on this planet that are beyond the reach of reason. Whether they have abandoned their minds to monotheistic faith or for the immediate gratification of short-term goals, some people have chosen lives that are fundamentally incompatible with the modern, tolerant, peaceful, and prosperous society so many here in the west have assumed everyone else wants.

I can't believe how I could have not seen this when I was a supporter of the invasion.

She died a virgin, according to her closest friend Zeinab. Indeed, her 'relationship' with Paul, which began when she worked as a volunteer helping displaced families and he was distributing water, appears to have consisted of snatched conversations over less than four months. But the young, impressionable Rand fell in love with him, confiding her feelings and daydreams to Zeinab, 19.

It was her first youthful infatuation and it would be her last. She died on 16 March after her father discovered she had been seen in public talking to Paul, considered to be the enemy, the invader and a Christian. Though her horrified mother, Leila Hussein, called Rand's two brothers, Hassan, 23, and Haydar, 21, to restrain Abdel-Qader as he choked her with his foot on her throat, they joined in. Her shrouded corpse was then tossed into a makeshift grave without ceremony as her uncles spat on it in disgust.

'Death was the least she deserved,' said Abdel-Qader. 'I don't regret it. I had the support of all my friends who are fathers, like me, and know what she did was unacceptable to any Muslim that honours his religion,' he said.


One of my more recent classes at St. Edwards was a required course on intercultural communication. I can be a pretty cynical person and it takes effort to maintain an open mind when I'm in situations when deep down I know the premises behind the situation are hopelessly silly. And this class had at its core two hopelessly silly premises that I should have stood up and challenged.
  1. There is no such thing as objective morality and concepts such as right and wrong behavior are more the result of cultural preferences than anything else.
  2. Tolerance for other cultures' differences will lead to greater harmony among our diverse humanity.

The second premise stands in stark contradiction to the first. The tolerance premise packs into it several presumptions, all of them ethical in nature.

It says people ought to be treated as individuals and regarded by their own actions. Otherwise, it would be OK to simply stereotype swaths of people.

It says people ought to be respected as human - a unique status from which we ought to derive special value when considering our actions. Otherwise, there'd be no prohibition against treating others as means for our ends.

It says people ought to use our rational faculties when evaluating someone's actions or life. Otherwise, lying about someone's nature or misrepresenting one's own would be acceptable.

Hopefully you can spot the problem. The first premise denies the existence of universal standards of human conduct while the second assumes them. This hair-tearing schizophrenia surfaced again and again in the class as the teacher tried her best to get the students to think outside the American framework. She'd warn us to avoid rushing to judgment against others on the basis of superficial knowledge within minutes of condemning current American culture...all within minutes of hinting that there really is no logical way to compare the value of one culture to another.

The folly of it all was heightened during our assignment to form into groups and select a foreign movie no one within the group had seen and answer several cultural questions about it.

'I don't have a daughter now, and I prefer to say that I never had one. That girl humiliated me in front of my family and friends. Speaking with a foreign solider, she lost what is the most precious thing for any woman. 'People from western countries might be shocked, but our girls are not like their daughters that can sleep with any man they want and sometimes even get pregnant without marrying. Our girls should respect their religion, their family and their bodies.

'I have only two boys from now on. That girl was a mistake in my life. I know God is blessing me for what I did,' he said, his voice swelling with pride. 'My sons are by my side, and they were men enough to help me finish the life of someone who just brought shame to ours.'

Abdel-Qader, a Shia, says he was released from the police station 'because everyone knows that honour killings sometimes are impossible not to commit'. Chillingly, he said: 'The officers were by my side during all the time I was there, congratulating me on what I had done.' It's a statement that, if true, provides an insight into how vast the gulf remains between cultures in Iraq and between the Basra police the British army that trains them.


With very few exceptions, the movies our class listed were stories about the suffering, exploitation, suppression, or otherwise terrible conditions experienced by foreigners. My group picked The Last King of Scotland, an excellent movie that nonetheless demonstrated in stark terms the danger of charismatic people coming to power in a nation largely populated by illiterate peasants.

I could see it in every group when it was their turn to discuss their answers to the rest of the class: how do we talk about how horrible some of the characters were without being judgmental?

I just wanted to scream.

Sources have indicated that Abdel-Qader, who works in the health department, has been asked to leave because of the bad publicity, yet he will continue to draw a salary.

And it has been alleged by one senior unnamed official in the Basra governorate that he has received financial support by a local politician to enable him to 'disappear' to Jordan for a few weeks, 'until the story has been forgotten' - the usual practice in the 30-plus cases of 'honour' killings that have been registered since January alone.

Such treatment seems common in Basra, where militias have partial control, especially in the districts on the outskirts where Abdel-Qader lives.

While government security forces and British troops have control over the centre, around the fringes militants can still be seen everywhere on the streets or at the checkpoints they have erected. And they have imposed strict laws of behaviour for all the local people, including what clothing should be worn and what religious practices should be observed. There are reports of men having their hands cut off for looting and women being killed for prostitution.

Homosexuality is punishable by death, a sentence Abdel-Qader approves of with a passion. 'I have alerted my two sons. They will have the same end [as Rand] if they become contaminated with any gay relationship. These crimes deserve death - death in the name of God,' he said.


At what time can someone point to a culture and declare it diseased, something just beyond redemption?

One of my guiding lights in any analysis of others is to try and separate the signal from the noise. Someone who lives inside the geographic boundaries of a dominant culture isn't necessarily someone who believes in and supports that culture. Some people are mentally incapable of honestly agreeing with something that abstract. Others, because they are unable to immediately leave, find themselves aping or mimicking that culture in order to not draw attention to oneself and maintain an existence for the time being. Still others may be an active cultural participant, but are secretly disturbed by what they see and host doubts about the culture within, who might not participate if it weren't for the bullying social pressure from others.

Despite their increasing degree of culpability, I'd never write off anyone from the above categories. While some may indeed be guilty of individual crimes, they aren't real believers. Forgiveness is possible.

He said his daughter's 'bad genes were passed on from her mother'. Rand's mother, 41, remains in hiding after divorcing her husband in the immediate aftermath of the killing, living in fear of retribution from his family. She also still bears the scars of the severe beating he inflicted on her, breaking her arm in the process, when she told him she was going. 'They cannot accept me leaving him. When I first left I went to a cousin's home, but every day they were delivering notes to my door saying I was a prostitute and deserved the same death as Rand,' she said.

'She was killed by animals. Every night when go to bed I remember the face of Rand calling for help while her father and brothers ended her life,' she said, tears streaming down her face.

She was nervous, clearly terrified of being found, and her eyes constantly turned towards the window as she spoke.


Leila Hussein, the mother, was murdered a few weeks later:
Two men ran from their homes to help. They rushed Leila to hospital and a passing taxi took the other two. But Leila died at 3.20pm, despite several operations to save her. As she lay in her own hospital bed receiving treatment, Mariam said that she heard someone saying that Leila had been shot in the head. But there were other mutterings that were clearly audible. 'I could hear people talking on the corridors and the only thing that they had to say was that Leila was wrong for defending her daughter's mistakes and that her death was God's punishment.'

[...]

Police said the incident was a sectarian attack and that there was nothing to link Leila's death to her family. 'Her ex-husband was not in Basra when it happened. We found out he was visiting relatives in Nassiriya with his two sons,' said Hassan Alaa, a senior officer at the local police station in Basra. 'We believe the target was the women activists, rather than Mrs Hussein, and that she was unlucky to be in that place at that time.'

It is plausible. Campaigners for women's' rights are not acceptable to many sections of Iraqi society...

Since February 2006, two other activists from the same women's organisation have been killed in the city. One of them was reportedly raped before being shot. The other, the only man working for the non-governmental organisation (NGO), and a father of five who was responsible for the organisation's finances, was shot five months ago.


However, some things are not forgivable.
The Observer visited Rand's father and two brothers at their Basra home, but they refused to talk beyond Hassan proclaiming his father's innocence. When asked if he would be visiting his mother's grave, he shrugged: 'Maybe in the future.'

Some people are not forgivable.
Mariam has moved out of her home. But within hours of speaking to The Observer a close friend went to her new address to deliver a message that had been left for her at her front door. It read: 'Death to betrayers of Islam who don't deserve God's forgiveness. Speaking less you will live more.' She believes it was sent by Leila's killers.

guardian.co.uk © Guardian News and Media Limited 2008


Some cultures aren't, either.

Via John Derbyshire.