Monday, June 28, 2010

Symbologist Needed


This painting hangs in a Mexican restaurant. I kind of like it but I find the system of the symbols baffling. Lots of food, but also butterfly wings and a skull and a light bulb. I need that "symbologist" guy from the Da Vinci Code to unravel it for me. Then I'll be able to find the secret treasure.

Visually, I am reminded of Catholic portrayals of the Immaculate Heart of the Virgin Mary.

But in this work of art, she's been enchanted.
Instead of a heart, she's got a pomegranate.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Today's Trip


My friend Lynn celebrated her 70th with 2 "Happy 35th" cakes.

The party was in Madison, WI.

We stopped at a tollway oasis, on the way up, and my wife somehow made the acquaintance of a young woman from France, who was sort of stranded there.

She was lugging a huge backpack, and had been in Yellowstone 2 days ago.

French friends had dropped her off at the oasis to catch public transportation to downtown Chicago. Oops.

We detoured and took her to the nearest commuter train station.
I certainly hope she reached her destination.

Student Loans

As a follow-up to my post about Monetizing Emma yesterday, I wanted to mention that I suspect our current federally-sponsored student loan system is already causing some big problems.

I think it's something like what Fannie Mae helped do for the housing market. I think the student loan program has helped to inflate the cost of college, and I suspect it's a bubble waiting to burst.

Kids are graduating under amazing loads of debt, and I wonder whether a lot of them wouldn't be better off just starting work somewhere.

You hear that most jobs now "require" a college degree, but they don't, not really. Many employers are using the possession of a college degree as a proxy for being able to read, write, and do arithmetic.

When colleges start to go under,
everyone will wonder
why no one ever explained
that their price growth couldn't be sustained.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Monetizing Emma

I had a good time seeing Monetizing Emma last night, an imaginative near-future play with some surprising plot twists and a heroine out of Jane Austen.

It's a New York play performed in a Chicago theatre by an Indiana theatre company. It was crisply directed by Laura Gouin, and the actors were all lively. I especially liked the performance by Lisa Caskey, who plays a ruthless corporate ladder-climber.

Here's a detailed review from its Manhattan debut last year.

The premise of the play is a new version of student loans for college. Instead of being run through a government program, financiers are setting up vehicles to invest in high-performing high school students. The students, and their families, get lots of cash now. But investors get a chunk of their earnings in the future.

The downside, for our heroine, is that she's not sure she wants to pursue a lucrative career. She's more interested in majoring in English.

Such is the dilemma
facing clever Emma
who does find her way
by the end of the play.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Saving Face


Preserving an old-fashioned brick facade,
with a new steel tower. I thought it looked odd.

Behold


A fully functioning Death Eye.
Its power will amaze!
Pity that poor passerby
who stands in the path of its rays.

Actually, it's a giant eyeball, with iris and pupil not yet installed. You know, art. Oops, I mean Art. With a capital A. By which I mean to say, it's something to occupy space, gouged from giant's face.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Duh

Not what I would call a shock:
Swinger Shock: Older Age No Defense Against STDs

Those Who Engage in 'Swinging,' Even at an Older Age, Have High STD Risk
According to the article, these older folks are somehow clueless about the risks of condomless coupling with friends of friends.

You can see how something could spread quickly in such a sharing group.

Swingers who neglect to use protection,
can expect an unpleasant infection
circling in their direction.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Stormy Weather

I went to yoga class tonight. It was just me and the instructor. Usually the class is packed.

But there were tornado warnings.

The instructor came despite the warnings.

I came in total ignorance of the warnings... although I did think the weather was looking sort of "ark of the covenant".

No tornado arrived,
so I survived -
despite lots of bending
that seemed never-ending.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Retroactive Grade Boost

The NY Times had an article yesterday which discussed Loyola Law School Los Angeles:
The school is retroactively inflating its grades, tacking on 0.333 to every grade recorded in the last few years. The goal is to make its students look more attractive in a competitive job market.
Sounds devilishly clever. But who told those blabbermouths at the Times?

Imagine. There you are, being interviewed by Big Law Firm, and the hiring partner looks at your GPA and says, "Wait. Loyola L.A.? Let me get out my calculator to see what your grade really is!"

Letting people in on the trick
is not so slick.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Flashes

Our power has been on for 2 whole days again. I'm not quite used to it. I keep thinking "isn't it great to have electricity again!"

There are more storms brewing, they say. A little while ago, I stood in front of the house, and watched distant lightning, which I could not yet hear. It's also lightning bug season here, and they, too, were flashing up a storm.

On our front lawn
the fire flies
winked off and on,
while in the skies
hot lightning flashed
in distant chains.

No thunder crashed,
no pouring rains
came down in a flood
of watery woe
as I calmly stood
and watched the show.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Cake


This is a phone photo of my spectacular surprise gift for father's day AND my upcoming birthday: a big canvas, "Cake", by Jennifer Cronin. It was part of her recent show at the Elephant Room Gallery.

I know I mentioned it before as my favorite of the show, and now I get to see it all the time!

It's funny, isn't it, how you are just struck by a certain artist's work. In Cronin's case, I first saw a couple of her paintings in an art show at Dream Theatre. I noticed I was spending a lot of time staring at her paintings. It wasn't just that they were beautiful, but they made me feel something I had trouble putting a name on. I think when art really speaks to you, the experience is often like that - hard to describe.

Which is why people like to say
that words get in the way.

Personally, I think words CAN get in the way, but I also think that if you wait, and let the words form over time, one by one, as you contemplate the work, you can learn what it is saying to you.

You start off feeling dumb,
but watch; the words will come.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

SSERT

Today, while I was driving to my brother Mark's house - to borrow his generator - I saw an odd vehicle.

It looked a lot like an armored truck that moves money around. But it was painted green. And it had flashing lights and a siren like a police vehicle. It was going somewhere in a hurry. On its side were letters: SSERT

I guessed, correctly: South Suburban Emergency Response Team.

Here was the emergency:
A standoff in Oak Lawn between police and a man upset over losing power because of Friday's storms ended with the man arrested.
...
An armored vehicle was also on the scene, Graziadei said.
Even though you're without light
and cable and TV
and hot water and A/C
you oughtn't start a fight
with the S.S.E.R.T.!

Workaround

Power's been out for hours,
but by means of cellphone towers
I post this verse,
admittedly terse.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Disappointing Recovery

I was unhappy to see this headline:
New jobless claims up sharply as layoffs persist, raising concerns about recovery's strength
I don't have firm opinions on the recession's length or the recovery's strength. But to me it looks like the government's attempts to manage the situation have been less than ideal.

I know that in a recovery,
employment may often lag.
But it's a grim discovery
to see it soften and sag.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Earthworm Census Needed

An appeals court has ruled that the Giant Palouse Earthworm is not yet eligible for "endangered species" status.
The giant Palouse earthworm has fascinated scientists for decades after long being written off as an extinct creature that once lived in the Palouse region of the Washington-Idaho border.
Scientists believed these earthworms were vanished from the earth. Then a couple popped up. This year.

They weren't as extinct
as them people thinked;
they were just sliding,
underground hiding!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Sanitized


That's Winston Churchill, as he's currently pictured at a London museum, missing his trademark cigar.

He was chomping on the cigar in the original photo.

Apparently someone wanted to retroactively cure him of his nicotine habit.

It seems like kind of a joke -
Winston's cigar went up in smoke.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Maybe Earplugs Would Help

 image from Wikipedia article.

If you've watched any of the World Cup, you've probably heard the weird wall of sound that accompanies the game. The noise is from a local South African instrument, a horn called a vuvuzela, churned out cheaply in plastic in large quantities. Apparently it's driving some of the players crazy. But the organizers aren't too sympathetic:
'Vuvuzelas are here to stay and they will never be banned.'
The wail of the horn
somehow sticks
like a thorn
in your mind.

And you find
in the game
that your kick's
lost its aim.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Suicide Defied

An upbeat story from the land down under:
In nearly 50 years Don Ritchie, 84, has saved at least 160 people at The Gap, a rocky cliff at the entrance to Sydney Harbour - and he is still on suicide watch.

Lost souls who stood atop the cliff, wondering whether to jump, say their salvation was a soft voice breaking the sound of the wind and the waves, asking: "Why don't you come and have a cup of tea?"
Have a cup of tea -
and continue to be.

Dirty Shoes

I crossed the open field
as the rain began to plop.

The ground began to yield
turning softer with each drop.

I thought I could outrun
the coming mini-flood.

But just before I'm done
the path turned into mud.

Someone Probably Does Have A Website With A Count

I saw Sex In The City 2, in which the 4 friends visit Abu Dhabi and have trouble with local customs.

I know this will not come as a shock, but it's not really aimed at the male mind.

I wonder if anyone knows
how many times they changed their clothes.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Gwen and Gwen

I saw a play called "Gwen and Gwen" tonight, in an MPTG production. It's about a woman, just released from a mental institution, who is haunted by an imaginary alter ego. Their conversations make up the bulk of the drama.

Colleen Winters, who plays the flashy alter ego, was a joy to watch, and the other performances were all solid. I think Kevin McSweeney, who directed, really outdid himself. He was joking afterwards, calling it a "feel good" play. I told him the play felt good at the end, but it drags you through hell to get there.

A journey through hell
can end well.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Chairman of BP, Invited at Last

As the oil spills on, our president has not yet called the BP CEO. The White House press secretary explained:
"Look, the CEO is elected by the board. Anything that the CEO wants to do has to be approved by the board," Gibbs said.
So... our president has called the BP chairman of the board, the true big kahuna, right?

For some reason, no.

But - UPDATE - the president has now requested a meeting, at his house:
President Obama has formally requested a meeting with Carl-Henric Svanberg, Chairman of the Board of BP, and any other “appropriate officials” from BP next Wednesday, June 16th at the White House.
The way I read this, our president was initially reluctant to "get involved" with the oil mess, because he wanted to "stay above" it.

It's a distraction from his agenda. But now he has been drawn in, by repeated public demands.

I'm not sure what he can actually do
about the spew of ugly goo.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Hawks Win

The Chicago Blackhawks have taken the Stanley Cup, for the first time since 1961. Fireworks have been sounding around my house for 10 minutes now. I expect they'll go on for an hour, at least.

It was a great game, tied at the end of regulation time, going into sudden death overtime.

With icy control
and a dose of luck
they stuck the puck
inside the goal.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Barcelona Nights

Rhythmic guitar music heard by chance
brings me back to that delightful hour
when I could watch you whirl in the dance
reveling in your body's living power.

That hour is past. But when the strings are strummed
I feel your heartbeat near, I see your eyes.
And pain that time has mercifully numbed
comes rolling back to me in sharp surprise.

Darling girl, you did not dance so well,
and yet, you loved it so, were so enraptured,
you were a joy to watch. I cannot tell
what I would give to have it all recaptured.

It fades away, the pulsing music gone.
In silence then your magic lingers on.

Kant and Abstract Art

When Rand writes:
...the father of modern art is Immanuel Kant (see his Critique of Judgment).
People snort.

But when Roger Kimball writes:
It is not surprising that the Critique of Judgment became an important theoretical document for those interested in abstract art: in Kant’s view, the purest beauty was also the most formal.
People give him a respectful hearing.

I'm not saying Kant would have enjoyed abstract art.
But some of his ideas may have helped it get a start.

If all that's important is form and the medium,
then representation is truly tedium.

Monday, June 07, 2010

Soccer, Threat or Menace?

Soccer might seem, at first glance, to be a harmless diversion, a silly game. But on closer examination, it stands revealed as a systematic attack upon the use of arms, and hands too.

Doesn't the Bill of Rights protect our use of arms? And aren't hands protected in the penumbra?

America has long been the last best hope of mankind against soccer-mania. But there are signs we are starting to succumb. Listen to the words of one self-described soccer "fanatic":
Soccer has matured in this country over a period of 30 years. What’s interesting to me is that many American soccer fans have come to love the game through participating instead of through the media. This has created an understanding of the game. There’s a stealth wave that the traditional sports media have ignored.
Big surprise - our media chose to ignore a "stealth wave" of fanatics.

Get your heads out of the sand!
It's an evil sport where arm and hand
are systematically banned.

Jeff Win

The "Jeff Awards" are Chicago's theater awards. Tonight some friends of mine have reason to celebrate:
Receiving an award for its first Jeff-eligible production was Dream Theatre Company's "The Black Duckling," which scored for Trevor Watkins' Original Incidental Music.
I know Trevor and everyone else at Dream, and I am very happy for them.

The term "incidental music" doesn't quite cover how important Trevor's score was to this show. The Black Duckling was done in the style of a silent movie - actors performed without voice, while music played fairly continuously in the background.

Trevor performed most of the music too, on piano and flute. It's quite haunting music. I have the CD.

I know that Trevor worked very closely with Jeremy Menekseoglu, the writer/director/visionary of this truly unusual theater piece. Jeremy had some idea of what he wanted the music to convey, and Trevor was able to create that music.

It's a big moment for all concerned, in terms of winning recognition.

Congrats to Dream and Trevor,
for your first Jeff ever!

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Troublemakers Park

I ran by a park today, in the town of Calumet Park, Illinois. I don't recall seeing a sign, on site, with the park name. But it's official name is: Troublemakers Park.

Mostly it's wide open space, with a baseball diamond.

When I went by, at 1 pm on a pleasant Sunday, the park was completely empty.

I wonder if reverse psychology at work. The name seems to say: Troublemakers - come here!

Did those who want to rebel
go elsewhere to raise hell?

SpaceX in Orbit

A private company, known as SpaceX, has constructed a rocket, and used it to put a dummy capsule into orbit.

From the NY Times:
The success was a major boon to those supporting President Obama’s proposal to turn the launching of astronauts over to private companies. A spectacular failure would have provided ammunition to opponents who call Mr. Obama’s approach too risky.
It's nice to be able to say, for once: I support our president's program!

Private companies construct our fighter jets. There's no real reason they can't construct our rockets.

Let free competition
supply the ignition.

Friday, June 04, 2010

Sonnet for Ajax

This is a rhymed synopsis of the hero's fate in Sophocles' play about Ajax.

Slaughtering cattle in the mad belief
that they were men of war who had betrayed him,
meaning to bring his fellow Greeks to grief,
he kills dumb beasts. A goddess had waylaid him.

She who stood for wisdom filled his mind
with folly. She protected other men;
but as day breaks, he's left alone to find
his fame lies mired in the livestock pen.

His stolen bride now begs him, “Take a rest.
No need to make decisions in a hurry.
A day of watchful waiting would be best.”
He reassures her, tells her not to worry.

He leaves his tent and marches to the shore.
He falls upon his sword, and speaks no more

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Ajax

I just finished Ajax, by Sophocles. I was quite startled when he killed himself on stage.

In Greek tragedies, death usually occurs off stage.

After they've gone to glory
a witness gives us the story
with details ghastly and gory.

Laugh Leading

Ann Althouse writes:
When I go to the movies or a play, I find that I myself am a laugh leader. It don't laugh loudly, but I am the first person to laugh at a lot of things, and I get other people laughing. I'm not trying to go first. It's just that a lot of Americans — especially at high-art type movies and plays — are too polite or insecure about laughing.
I think 2 things are going on here: permission and contagion. People need permission to laugh at things that they fear are too serious to laugh at. And laughter is contagious. Most of us have had the experience of laughing along with someone, even when we had no idea why the other person was laughing.

That's why they put laugh tracks on a lot of TV comedies - permission and contagion.

But sometimes laughter brings out anger from others - particularly when they sense that their values are being ridiculed. It's not always true to say "Laugh and the world laughs with you."

I remember a time when I went to see a performance of Mary Stuart, a play I admire.  But it was being performed in a campy style.

The first half got some laughs
But not from me.
As for the second half,
I did not stay to see.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

No Time For Comedy

I finished reading No Time For Comedy, by S. N. Behrman, which is itself a comedy. It concerns a playwright who has been persuaded that he shouldn't write comedy any more.

It turns out, in the end, that he should write a comedy after all, and the action which the audience has been watching turns out to be the source of that new play.

I thought this was quite self-referential for a 1939 play. Deathtrap, by Ira Levin, plays extensively with the same idea.

I hadn't heard of Behrman, or this play, but he was a popular playwright of the time.

The Broadway production featured a young Laurence Oliver as the playwright. It was his first big Broadway role. He wowed the New York crowd.

Periodically they tell you that comedy is dead,
that the world situation is so filled with doom and dread
that there really is no mental room remaining for bright laughter.

But - you can bet - you'll hear a joke, and chortle shortly after.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Easy Come, Easy Go

Let's say you won 9.7 million British pounds in the Lotto. You might think you were set for life. And maybe you would be. But not Michael Carroll:
The 26-year-old, who squandered his multi-million fortune on drugs, gambling and thousands of prostitutes, has since February claimed £42 a week in jobseeker's allowance.

But he is keen to get off the dole and back to earning £200 a week collecting rubbish near his home in Downham Market, Norfolk.
He burned through all his Lotto cash,
and now it's back to hauling trash.

Young Robin

I found this little birdie on my way home from the train.
Why he sat there for this portrait, is what I can't explain.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Ridge Run 2010

I do this neighborhood 10k, the Ridge Run, every Memorial Day, since 1983.

Last year my time was 53 minutes, even. This year my time was 58 minutes and 20 seconds.

So I took almost one extra minute per mile.

But look at it this way:

Last year I was 22nd out of 61 males aged 55-59. This year I was 20th out of 61 males aged 55-59.

So I moved up 2 places.

The difference, I think, was the weather. Last year it was 60F. This year it was 80F and very humid.

So I ask you, in a verse:
Was I better? Was I worse?

Day of Remembrance

I watched our neighborhood Memorial Day parade today.

On the military side, there were some vets, and a high school ROTC unit. The ROTC group looked very disciplined. The vets looked like ordinary guys.

We also had the local pro-peace group, with the "Support our troops - bring them home" message. I think the Quakers were involved. The pro-peace people have a characteristic look. To me it looks like a mix of moral righteousness and fear. I've seen this look at most antiwar protests I have observed.

I always wonder about the fear I perceive. I suspect it may be that the acceptance of pacifism, as an outlook, is actually fear-inducing.

Does announcing that you will never rebuff a violent attack
leave you worried that someone might just take a whack?

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Beach Fun

Showed some young boys how to:

1) dig a hand-sized tunnel between two holes in the sand.

2) dig to the water table - which is lake level.

It's crucial that beach building techniques are passed on to the next generation!

Wet sand sets
and is best for building castles.

Dry sand flies
in your eyes and gives you hassles.

Spill Defies Kill

Top flop:
In a demoralizing setback, BP engineers said Saturday that the "top kill" effort to stem the flow of oil gushing from a well a mile beneath the surface of the Gulf of Mexico had failed and that after consultation with government officials they had decided to move on to another strategy.
As environmental disasters go, it's titanic.
Even though the oil is all natural and organic.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

What a Catch

This four-year old risks his neck
when he chooses to misbehave,
but before he hits the deck,
a shopkeeper makes the save.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Elderly Or Not, He Took His Shot

Here in Chicago, an 80 year-old army vet shot and killed a burglar this morning. It sounds like the vet had a pistol, in defiance of our handgun ban.

And it sounds like he will NOT be prosecuted for the offense, which would be a misdemeanor anyway. That's usually how these cases are handled.

The vet's son spoke out against our current ban:
"That's an open door for people like this suspect to enter people's homes, especially [the] elderly. They can prey on them," said Butch Gant.
The victim had a gun.
The burglar's days are done.

Robert W. Service

In the comments to a recent post, brought up Robert Service, who wrote some very popular poems, many set in the icy wastes of the Yukon.



He is not trendy among scholars. He died in 1958.

I was looking at his Wikipedia entry, and came across this:
Service is also noted for his use of ethnonyms that would normally be considered offensive "slurs", but with no insult apparently intended. Words used in Service's poetry include jerries (Germans), dago (Italian), pickaninny (in reference to a Mozambican infant), cheechako (newcomer to the Yukon and Alaska gold fields, usually from the U.S.), nigger (African-American), squaw (Aboriginal woman), and Jap (Japanese).
In other words, he sometimes writes like Clint Eastwood talks in Gran Torino.

Which now that I think about it, is probably part of the reason he is not trendy among scholars.

The Cremation of Sam McGee is probably his greatest hit. He uses an interesting rhyme form. Here are the first 2 "regular" lines:
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.
At first it just looks like a rhyming couplet, but if you read it aloud you immediately realize that each line has 2 internal rhymes as well. Complicated. But he made it sound easy.

Robert Service could tell a story so well, and move it so smoothly along,
that when it turned odd, you didn't shout "God! This narrative's truly gone wrong."

Instead you just listened about ice that glistened and someone who laughed in the flame,
and when it was done, you thought "That was fun," and saw why he has lasting fame.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Intermission

Cottony seeds
caught in the wind
glowed as if gold
under the street light.

They sweep over cars
hovering boldly
hoping for haven
deep in the night.

Role Reversal

I saw Alicia Reese doing Electra tonight, while Anna Weiler played Angry Chorus Girl.

The actresses switched their roles.
The characters carried new souls.

Monday, May 24, 2010

The Electra Variatons

I read this in a beautiful review of Dream Theatre's Electra:
On top of which, Menekseoglu pulls in elements from all three tragedians—Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides—both to develop this retelling’s fullest dramatic impact and to create the most feminist Electra ever. The women of his Electra are dangerous daughters and granddaughters of Leda and Zeus. Even when they look their meekest, they should never be underestimated.

Somehow, I hadn't realized, or didn't remember, that we had versions of the Electra story from all 3 of these classic Greek tragedy-writers.

I must admit, I've read of all of Aristophanes, the classic Greek comedy-writer. But I'm weak on the tragic Greeks.

So I've now read Sophocles' Electra and Euripides' Electra. And I'm in the middle of re-reading Aeschylus' The Libation Bearers, which tells the same basic story.

And I asked myself, why hasn't anyone put the 3 plays together in one book? Oops. Someone has.

How easy, then, to study
the changes in this bloody
drama as each man
reworks it to his plan.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Heil in Style


The 18ft high posters of the Nazi leader advertise a line of clothing for young people and adorn street corners and bus stops in Palermo, Sicily's biggest city.

The ads show the Fuhrer in a lurid pink uniform, with his swastika armband replaced with one bearing a bright red heart, above the slogan "Change Style – Don't Follow Your Leader".
As you might guess, this ad has upset many.

Even in pink,
he still has a stink.

15 CM = 6 INCHES

From the bizarre death department:
A young mother died after doctors failed to spot a 15cm-long toilet brush handle embedded in her buttock.
She was drunk and fell on the toilet brush which somehow impaled her butt. And doctors - from 2 hospitals - took 2 years to figure it out.

And when they did figure it out, she died when they tried to remove it.

Did she have health insurance? Yes, national health insurance. In England.

Her husband says:
I think it was probably down to the hospitals trying to save money and doing things as cheaply as possible.
Lives can be lost
controlling cost.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Still Standing

I'm not content with the famous version of this quote any longer:
What does not kill us... maims us or makes us stronger.

Electa by Sophocles

I finished reading Electra by Sophocles. Liked it. Very moving in places.

I find myself liking Sophocles best of the 3 extant ancient Greek tragedy writers.
He is also said to have commented on his peers. He remarked that Aeschylus did the right thing in drama without knowing what he was doing, and, comparing himself to Euripides, he commented, "I portray men as they ought to be, Euripides as they are."
The tension between the real and ideal
shows as opposing streaks in the Greeks.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Simon Says

Roger L. Simon writes about Chicago:
Someone named Daley has been the city’s mayor since somewhere in the Early Paleolithic Age. Chairman Mao didn’t last as long.
We had a Mayor Daley when I was a kid. And we have one now. They are father and son. That much is true.

But in between we elected our first woman mayor, Jane Byrne, and our first black mayor, Harold Washington. What are they, chopped liver?

No matter what you hear
about our imperfections
I want to make one thing clear:
we do in fact have elections.

Bipartisan Scandal Round-Up

Republican:

After non-abstinent action
with Ms. Jackson,
Congressman Souder
is suddenly taking a powder.

Democrat:

Also, as you may have heard,
Mr. Blumenthal "misplaced" words.
Now he's gone from war time hero,
to someone whose time in 'Nam was zero.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Rand-slide

From Louisville, KY:
Rand Paul defeated Republican establishment favorite Trey Grayson in the GOP primary for U.S. Senate, a closely watched race that was a key test of the tea party movement's strength.
After starting as the underdog, Paul won with 65% of the vote.

It's interesting that his win was so big, since he's a very libertarian Republican, very far from being a social conservative in many respects.

I admit I haven't followed the race, I'm not up on the nuances, and I'm weak on Kentucky politics. I have no idea how he'll do in November.

But it's nice to see the GOP
run a candidate
who wants to go on a chopping spree
against the creeping state.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Obama's Aunt Gets Asylum

Obama's aunt, who was ordered to be deported by a judge in 2004, has finally won asylum.
"The asylum process is confidential and she wants to keep it that way," her attorney Scott Bratton told the Associated Press today. "She doesn't want people to feel sorry for her."
So don't expect to find out too much about the decision. We do know that she beat the odds:
Of the 343 applications from Kenya in 2008, only 60 were granted asylum.
The case does show how spottily we enforce our immigration laws. She was ordered out by a judge.

Instead she simply stayed.
Now that choice has paid.

It's not that we don't deport anyone. We do. One government estimate I see for 2008 is 234,000 deportees. Of course, some of those return. I'm not sure how the government handles the counting of the repeat customers.

I imagine Obama's aunt had better legal help this time around. Obama says he didn't help her. But I bet someone somewhere decided that she was deserving of support.

High profile cases
win benefactors' graces.

Wedding

My wife's younger brother, who is deaf, got married yesterday, to a woman from France, in our house, in a Native American ceremony.

My wife organized most of it, so she was focused on getting everything right. After the ceremony was over, she realized that she had never turned off our telephones. Fortunately, no one called!

Other than the very normal feature of the bride and groom being slightly late,
it all went great.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

The Cronin Show

I dropped by The Elephant Room Gallery today, to get a look at Jennifer Cronin's show of new paintings, which has been garnering positive critical attention.

The new paintings all feature the artist, at home, painted realistically, but with non-realistic paint added. Here's an example:



Some, like this one, seem anxiety-inducing. I feel the paint is sneaking up on her unawares.

I wonder if she feels that way because she feels her life being overtaken by her art. My wife tells me that 50% of my brain has been taken over by a rhyming engine. Maybe it's something like that.

My favorite of the show is called "Cake," and it shows the artist in control of her paint. She is in the kitchen, making a cake, but she's doing it with brightly colored paint that she ladles on. I haven't found a good picture online, but you can see some of it the background in this photo from the well-attended opening:



I also had a substantial conversation with the gallery's proprietor, Kimberly Atwood, who besides being a curator is a professional photographer. I expect to be back.

Can love of paint
begin to taint
your soul?

Do you ever feel it start
to slip out of control?

A life in art
is not for the faint
of heart.

Friday, May 14, 2010

J'accuse

I'm sick of the blame game,
so I'm polishing my glare.

I'm going to name and shame
finger pointers everywhere.

ήλεκτρον

I made some joke about the stage play, Electra, being "Electra-fying". And some friends thought it was a horrible pun. Which it was. But the 2 words are actually related, long lost cousins of a sort, and I simply re-uniting them.

Both the name "Electra' and our word "electricity" derive from the Ancient Greek word for "amber".

You can see why you would name a girl after a precious stone. Even in English, we name girls Amber.

But what, you may wonder, does amber have to do with electricity?
Ancient Greeks discovered that amber behaved oddly - like attracting feathers - when rubbed by fur or other objects. They didn't know what it was that caused this phenomenon. But the Greeks had discovered one of the first examples of static electricity.
This created a charge, albeit weak.
Such were the limits of antique Greek technique.

Fabulous



The Zeaster Bunny
doesn't think your lack of belief is funny.

Electra


Anna Weiler as Electra.

I saw Electra, by Jeremy Menekseoglu, at Dream Theatre tonight.

Electra, a woman of powerful determination, and noble heritage, thirsts for revenge. Against her mother. For killing her father. She lives in a world of the sword and the ax, a world in which women cannot engage directly in mortal combat. A woman must enlist a fighting man as a champion, to do her bloody work.

Into her life walks Orestes, her long-lost brother. The recognition scene is clever, touching, restrained. She has found her champion.

This version of Electra explores the ways in which praise can go to your head, the ways women can manipulate men into doing their bidding, and the bitter taste of family revenge.

It's a bustling, busy play, with an honest-to-gods 5-woman chorus plus 6 regular (or perhaps irregular) characters. Anna Weiler, as Electra, is the center of the play, around whom the whirlwind swirls. She is a no-nonsense, hard-edged, get-things-done kind of woman, who is tired of being exiled to a swamp, and who jumps at her chance to really leave a mark in the world. Weiler brings fearsome, unyielding intensity to the role.

Menekseoglu plays Orestes, her lovable, malleable, but still deadly brother. He is genuinely likeable, but very scary when the time comes.

Bil Gaines plays Pamphilos, Electra's much-put-upon husband, who loves her, and desires her, but who is not allowed to touch her or see her bare. Gaines brings a down-to-earth sense of humor to his role as he tries to get along with the impossible woman he loves.

Rachel Martindale is regal as Electra's mother, flashing smoothly through pride, supplication, anger and fear. A master manipulator, she tells Electra some truths which Electra does not want to hear.

Giau Truong is Electra's mother's new husband, the usurper king. Giau deftly shows us his bluster, and the cowardice inside the bluster.

Danielle Gennaoui turns in a wonderfully annoying performance as a precious princess, daughter of Electra's mother with the new usurper husband. Her worshipful attitude toward her mother is played exquisitely.

Finally, there is the chorus, played by Alicia Reese, Molly Gray, Theresa Neef, Alison Faraj, and Annelise Lawson. They were hypnotically insane, less than human, but divinely inspired, and they even sang a song in harmony - in praise of motherhood, of all things.

The play moves along briskly, taut with suspense, with brief lyrical breaks, tender moments, and scary mayhem. I liked it. A lot. It's one of those plays that gives you plenty to think about.

At the heart of the Greek tragedies is troubled family life,
in complicated clans, replete with bloody strife,
as strong willed men and women defy all legal censure
and go to places most of us would never dare to venture.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Affair

We read The Affair for our book study group.

Not that kind of affair. The "Dreyfus Affair" was a cause célèbre in France at the end of the 19th century and beginning of the 20th.

Basically, a French Jewish army officer was falsely accused of espionage and convicted, on thin evidence. He was sent off to Devil's Island.

At first, it may have been a too-hasty mistaken judgment. But then the evidence started looking like they had the wrong man. And important generals decided to cover up the problem to avoid embarrassment.

This dragged on through multiple court hearings and trials, much stonewalling and manufacturing of evidence on the part of the army.

After a long battle, which polarized French society, he was declared innocent - and he rejoined the army and served through World War I.

After long years
of being imprisoned and smeared,
he was freed and cleared.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Golden Years

Evaporation:
Early retirement is no longer the goal of most workers. Even retirement at age 65 now seems unattainable to many people. The majority of Americans now expect to work until age 65 or later.
The value in your I.R.A.
has flown away?

Just work till you croak.
and you'll never be broke.

Doctored Story

We have a bizarre story developing here:
A University of Iowa medical professor was ordered held in lieu of $25,000 bail today for allegedly lying to Chicago police officers, telling them he was stabbed while jogging on the Riverwalk when he actually knifed himself and fabricated the incident, authorities said.
He reportedly went to the hospital in critical condition after stabbing himself. You would think a medical professor would know how to stab himself so that he wasn't injured too badly.

Just to add to the bizarreness, the professor was already on leave from the U of Iowa pending some kind of investigation at the school.

The deceptive "rob & stab" story was notable partly because it happened in an unlikely area - a nice, shiny, touristy area.

If you want to meet a robber,
and then get stabbed or clobbered,
I'll gladly give you directions
to some of our rougher sections.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Dollars Per Barrel Vs. Dollars Per Ounce

People like to describe oil as immensely valuable, as if it were "black gold".

But if there were gold coins floating in the Gulf of Mexico, you can bet they wouldn't be there for long.

There'd be a flotilla
the size of Godzilla
the young and the old
scooping up gold.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Friday, May 07, 2010

Run Down

Philip Pagano was run down by a train today. 

In his pocket was the official procedure which train crews are supposed to follow in case of a suicide.

You see, he was the head of the commuter train system in the Chicago area. And he was being investigated for financial irregularities, including giving himself an unauthorized bonus.

He was under a lot of strain,
probably eating away at his brain,
so he stepped in front of a train.

It's a rude thing to do,
traumatizing the crew,
delaying the passengers too.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Stars and Stripes for Sometimes

Cinco de Mayo fashion faux pas:
Five students at a California high school were forced to leave school and then face disciplinary action yesterday for the crime of wearing clothing printed with American flag designs.
It reminds me of this case from a few years ago, where a kid got in trouble for wearing a shirt that said "Bong Hits 4 Jesus":
A divided Supreme Court ruled Monday that schools can punish a student -- without violating his First Amendment rights -- when he promotes illegal drug use at a school event.
After all, isn't patriotism addictive? Sure, you start with an occasional item of clothing. Before you know it, you're wearing a flag pin every day. You even start to contemplate getting a tattoo of Old Glory on some body part.

All I can say is: check the calendar before decking yourself out in red, white, and blue!

Whether printed on your shirt,
or inked upon your knee,
speech that might hurt
should not be free.

(Important alert:
that was irony.)

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Hybrid

Stephen Hicks notes:
The modern West is hybrid civilization, drawing upon competing ethical traditions from Greco-Roman culture and Judeo-Christian religion.
This put me in mind of an idea from biology, "hybrid vigor":
The term heterosis, also known as hybrid vigor or outbreeding enhancement, describes the increased strength of different characteristics in hybrids; the possibility to obtain a genetically superior individual by combining the virtues of its parents.
Greco-Roman culture was itself a kind of hybrid, between the Greeks and the Romans, obviously.

Christianity itself sprung to life in an interaction between Judaic culture and Greco-Roman culture. Jesus spoke a Semitic language, Aramaic, but the New Testament survived in Greek.

And there's a case to be made that the Judeo-Christian tradition includes elements absorbed from both Egyptian beliefs (you will be judged in the afterlife) and Zoroastrian beliefs (the world embodies a cosmic struggle between good and evil).

Here in America, just to complicate things, we now seem to be in the middle of an attempt to come to terms with some Eastern belief systems.

With logic from the Greeks
we sort through diverse convictions.

The mind painstakingly seeks
belief without contradictions.

Note to Self

When pursued by the FBI
you can blow the whole game
if you try to fly
under your own name.

Monday, May 03, 2010

What Counts As Conspiracy

The judge has ordered the Hutaree "militia" members free on bond, and she seems doubtful about the evidence presented to her:
"Discussions about killing local law enforcement officers -- and even discussions about killing members of the judicial branch of government -- do not translate to conspiring to overthrow, or levy war against, the United States government," Roberts said in her order.
I knew a lot of people who discussed killing Bush. None of them were charged. And the reason is precisely that they didn't take steps toward action.

You can't keep creeps in jail
just for their idle chat.

The judge has granted bail,
and the case looks strangely flat.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

And Now It's A Remake

Mary Catelli linked to a humorous essay, How 'The Karate Kid' Ruined The Modern World:
You know what I'm talking about; the main character is very bad at something, then there is a sequence in the middle of the film set to upbeat music that shows him practicing. When it's done, he's an expert.
His thesis is that rather than just being a transparent storytelling device, this sort of sequence is seriously misleading to people, who then get disappointed when they find out that achievement generally requires lots of effort.

When you seem to be lacking in speed
sometimes patience is all you need.

What A Joker

The North Star, madly delirious,
asked the Dog Star, "Why so Sirius?"

Slick

As the oil slick spread last weekend, Obama took a vacation weekend in North Carolina.

Some people, like the NY Times, are now complaining that he has not done enough fast enough.

But I say the blame must be shared with other world leaders. This was BRITISH Petroleum, in the Gulf of MEXICO.

Who cares that Obama left town?
I blame Gordon Brown!

And I call upon all undocumented speakers of Spanish,
to help us make the oil slick vanish.

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Running On Empty

A mystery of the East:
Indian doctors are studying an 83-year-old holy man who claims to have spent the last seven decades without food and water.
I guess he could be lying. Or... a friend suggested this syndrome as an explanation:
Nocturnal eating syndrome is often associated with somnambulism. People get up and eat, or even prepare meals, while asleep.
Do you wake from your sleep
to find crumbs getting deep
near the head
of your bed?

That's one of the clues
that you dine while you snooze.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Rielle Explains to Oprah

Oprah interviewed Rielle Hunter, John Edwards' inamorata.
[She] told Oprah Winfrey in a program broadcast on Thursday that John Edwards had a secret affair with her because “he wanted to live a life of truth,”
I don't watch Oprah much, but she does get people to say the darnedest things.

He wanted a truthful life
so he had to lie to his wife
and the public as well,
but hey - what the hell -
he was "keeping it real" with Rielle.

Concrete Evidence


The life of this leaf
was brief,
but there's no question:
it left an impression.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Blank Out

"Focusing", when used about mental attention, is a metaphor, taken from the way lenses work.

Camera lenses are "out of focus" only in the context of something you want to photograph. Lenses always focused on some spot in space. There may not be anything at that spot. But if you put something there, that's what the camera is focused on.

But what would "blank out" refer to in regards to a camera? I guess to the shutting of the aperture. The apparent correspondence, as regards mental attention, is becoming unconscious. This isn't something you have direct control over, as many an insomniac has learned.

I think that when people refuse to attend to an unwelcome fact, they don't do it by truly shutting down their consciousness. Rather, they do it by shifting their consciousness to something more immediately acceptable.

If you're telling somebody something unpleasant,
and they cover their ears and chant "Om",
in fact they're aware that you are still present
they're just hoping that you will go home.

Monday, April 26, 2010

The Right To Assemble Happily

Only non-angry protests should be allowed!

Think of how much more pleasant that would make the evening news,
encouraging the populace to take a soothing snooze.

Seismic

Behold the power:
As women around the world bared their cleavage Monday in an event dubbed ‘Boobquake,’ a strong earthquake measuring 6.9 struck southeast of Taiwan.

That’s exactly what Iranian cleric Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi warned would happen, when he recently blamed earthquakes on immodest female clothing.
I tried to observe this holiday. Observe, not participate. But downtown Chicago didn't seem to be involved in this celebration.

Women made a show of cleavage,
and the earth performed some heavage.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Preservation

One of the problems with the preservationist movement is that it can sometimes threaten the economic health of the area.

Tyler Cowen quotes Ed Glaeser on New York's historic districts:
It’s hard to fault the Landmarks Preservation Commission for stopping development in historic districts. That’s its job: to “safeguard the city’s historic, aesthetic and cultural heritage,” as the city’s administrative code puts it. The real question is whether these vast districts should ever have been created and whether they should remain protected ground in the years ahead. No living city’s future should become a prisoner to its past.
You don't want your city preserved in formaldehyde,
like something that died.

Understanding Irrationality

We had a lively discussion tonight on the topic of Understanding Irrationality. I talked for 10 minutes or so, and then we opened it to group discussion.

There's a technical philosophy book on the subject that I like, by Alfred Mele: Irrationality: an essay on akrasia, self-deception, self-control. 

But it's very dry. Akrasia, by the way, is an ancient Greek term, translated as  "lack self-control" or "weakness of will".

I think understanding irrationality is easy in some ways. But understanding irrational people is hard - partly because they don't understand themselves very well - and partly because they resist giving you the means to understand them.

Of course, no one is irrational all the time. At least, not for long.

If the laws of aeronautics are something you deny
and you jump off a cliff, hoping to fly
you die.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Tetzlaff

Saw some German dude, Christian Tetzlaff, play a violin concerto by some other German dude named Brahms.

He played that fiddle
like grease on a griddle
slick and hot.

So how did he build all that talent he's got?
I pondered that as a riddle.

Just Say No To Helium

I'm wondering how well this judge did in chemistry:
A recent case reported by the New York Law Journal upholds charges against helium balloon sellers for "unlawfully possessing or selling noxious material" on the grounds that helium is a "noxious substance." Apparently, the arresting police saw two men filling balloons and selling them to customers who then inhaled the gas.
You were a "noble gas",
but someone took a huff.

Now, in New York, alas,
you're known as noxious stuff.

I'm Recycling Electrons

Earth day is just about over.

We should really work through ALL the planets in order. We don't want the other planets to be jealous.

Tomorrow we celebrate Mars!
I'm breaking out the Snickers bars.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Hawthorne's Style

From Blithedale Romance by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
Assuredly, Zenobia could not have intended it;-the fault must have been entirely in my imagination. But these last words, together with something in her manner, irresistibly brought up a picture of that fine, perfectly developed figure, in Eve's earliest garment.
By these delicate phrases, the narrator says he couldn't help thinking of Zenobia naked. And that she was hot.

And the word "assuredly" seems likely to be ironic in context. The careful reader will suspect that Zenobia did intend for him to picture her without clothing.

Hawthorne had skill enough,
but in those days it was tough,
due to bare-skin-phobia
to write of buxom Zenobia
imagined in the buff.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Catastrophic Testing

The other day I wrote about this train accident where a crew had accidentally turned off the warning signals.

I wondered why they hadn't tested it.

Well, they WERE testing it, when the accident occurred.

Their final test was to let a train come through at 79 mph, and see if the signals worked okay.

Test result: Signals failed. Woman killed.

So the fatal mistake was not a failure to test. It was a failure to build extra safety features into the test - like having someone standing by the track to manually signal people to stop, just in case the signals failed.

There was a crew. Didn't any of them imagine what would happen if the test failed? Isn't there some kind of standard procedure for this sort of thing?

They didn't plan ahead.
Katie Lunn is dead.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Car Care Bill

I'm proposing a Car Care bill. Everyone has a right to transportation.

Under my bill, you will be required to purchase a GM or Chrysler car, which you won't get for a few years.

I stay up nights
protecting your rights.

Why doesn't your attitude
show me more gratitude?

Did The Earth Move Because Of You?

An alert friend found this:
Muslim cleric joins Rev. Pat Robertson blaming quakes on sinners
I immediately wondered if I could find a rabbi with a similar theory. Sure enough:
RABBI BLAMES GAYS FOR EARTHQUAKE
Most clerics would disagree, of course,
but are you a sinner, without remorse?
Then you may be blamed as the true causal source
for why God unleashed his tectonic force.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Dear Lord

The governor of New Jersey, Chris Christie, has the TEA-somethings mad at him.

Borderline sedition!

No, wait, it was TEA-CHERS, not TEA-PARTIERS,
so it was just our free speech tradition.




Deactivated

On Friday an Amtrak train, traveling at 79 mph, killed a 26 year old woman in the Chicago area. The train plowed into her car.

There was no crossing signal. Crews had been working on the signal equipment, and messed it up:
Canadian National crews tried to resolve the problem and thought they had remedied it, officials said. But the workers actually deactivated the warning system, creating an unprotected crossing that provided motorists no indication of oncoming trains, officials said.
They thought they had remedied it. Okay. But did they test it?

To be sure of saving lives
before the train arrives
a test
is best.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Infiltrate to Eliminate Paranoia

Cass Sunstein, the United States' "regulatory czar", co-authored a paper in 2008 entitled "Conspiracy Theories":That's from the abstract. From the body:
We suggest a role for government efforts, and agents, in introducing such diversity. Government agents (and their allies) might enter chat rooms, online social networks, or even real-space groups and attempt to undermine percolating conspiracy theories by raising doubts about their factual premises, causal logic or implications for political action.
If your epistemology
seems crippled
your federal facebook friends
will be tripled!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Repressive Tolerance

Some people champion tolerance, loudly, as a major virtue, but then do everything they can to stifle others with whom they disagree.

It seems gigantically hypocritical. Because it is.

However, it's worth noting that there's a philosopher who offered a defense of this approach, namely Herbert Marcuse, in his influential 1965 essay, Repressive Tolerance.

He's against the old-fashioned ideal of tolerance. He says it's repressive. But he's in favor of a more advanced kind of tolerance, that is liberating:
You may choose
to block opposite views.

But this is liberation
from toleration.

Counter-Protest


The young woman above was a counter-protester at the Chicago tea party festivities at Daley plaza the other day. In the photo it appears she is pleading her case to a couple of skeptics.

The ICE referred to in her sign is Immigration and Customs Enforcement - the people who round up illegal immigrants.

I'm sympathetic to her cause. Most of these people came here to work. It's true they broke some laws doing so. But I see most of them as refugees, fleeing from economically oppressive regimes.

If they came here to work,
not shirk,
letting them in
is win-win.

Friday, April 16, 2010

All Natural

WHO says this volcano in Iceland may cause health hazards:
The agency said that people with chronic respiratory conditions such as asthma, emphysema or bronchitis may be more susceptible to irritation if ash is in the lower atmosphere in high concentrations.
Not to be a bureaucratic fuddy-duddy,
but did Gaia file an environmental impact study
before this distribution
of pollution?