Archive for April, 2003

The New Gutenberg Revolution

April 16th, 2003 - No Comments
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Thanks to the MeFi wags for pointing this out: The Gutenberg Singularity | Metafilter.

I don’t know how long Project Gutenberg can keep up with the pace of Moore’s Law, but the fact that someone wonders if this effort is wortwhile is a sign that they need more exposure. This is an intrinsically laudable and needed effort.

I was recently reading a USENET discussion someone maintained that PG was a waste of time because they should have used something like SGML to format all their texts that way they could produce not only plain text, but many other printable and electronic formats as well. All well and good, but would they really have had the success they have had in terms of user participation were it not for using the simplest possible base format?

Dennis Miller, Conservative Pundit

April 15th, 2003 - 16 Comments
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I’ve always been a big fan of Dennis Miller. I love his extended metaphors, complex similes, and the simple fact that he is unafraid to leave a large group of people scratching their heads in order to reach for the really funny, obscure reference. But my biggest disappointment lies in his slow turn from liberal comedian to conservative pundit comedian.

I think this entire bad review in Salon has nothing to do with Dennis Miller’s lack of subtlety in observations– his wry commentary has always been a weapon whose handle is embroidered by a wonderful sophistication of language and allusion, but is nonetheless suited best for making large, blunt holes in our social and political assumptions and misapprehensions. This reviewer is really mad that his viewpoints have turned so cravenly conservative, to the point that he waxes enthusiastic about our president and our military “ass-kicking.”

I’m glad he indulges himself in saying things that we find guiltily amusing (I have to admit, I laughed when he spoke on “The Daily Show” and said “Sand and heat makes glass, and when we’re done with Iraq, it’ll look like Superman’s dad’s apartment on Krypton.”)… but it is hard to see an intelligent man take some of these positions, particularly about George W, who is not competent and knowledgeable enough to be trusted writing his autobiography (as an internet wag put it today), much less running a country.

Optical Sabotage

April 14th, 2003 - No Comments
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A nice little Flash tidbit on optical illusions. A few of the illusions were new to me, and a couple are modern classics… worth a few minutes on a dreary Monday…

Buson and Haiku, American Style

April 14th, 2003 - No Comments
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Buson (and Basho) have to be the greatest writers of haiku ever. For example, here is one of my favorite Buson pieces, brought to mind during an online discussion this morning about forms of poetry:

The piercing chill I feel:
my dead wife’s comb, in our bedroom,
under my heel.

Most American and modern Haiku, particularly that of the Beat era, seems to me to be written too hastily, as if the every flash of inspiration must translate into a Haiku, and each must observe a formal set of rules about the nature of Haiku that are not true at all.

But there are some gems, such as this one, by Bernard Einbond, a New York poet:

frog pond…
a leaf falls in
without a sound

Which is, of course, an allusion to perhaps the most famous example of haiku ever, again by Basho:

old pond…
a frog leaps in
water’s sound

Because so many myths about the composition and form of haiku are drilled into us as children (and it is a form providing a superfically simple hook upon which to engage children with poetry), we lose sight of haiku as a respectable art form. Haiku is more relevant than ever in these overly complex, technically mediated times… we just don’t often get the free time we need to appreciate it, and there are so few poets really putting in the time to create good examples when we do.

Perhaps my favorite entry by an English speaking poet is Ezra Pound’s rightly famous “In a Station of the Metro” which runs in its entirety:

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Which, if you count the title, is still one of the best examples of what I would call a modern, English haiku form.

Googlisms II

April 13th, 2003 - No Comments
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Google Images searches for Chris Lott. Apparently, in addition to being a book cover, I am a Trent Lott acolyte, a futuristic vehicle, and a woman. But there I am, a five year old picture of me right next to some stranger with my name who looks more like me than the old picture, right to the “poet’s beard” goatee. Hmmm.

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Googlisms I

April 12th, 2003 - No Comments
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Google News is great, but occasionally its artificial intelligence pairs up a strange image with the representative headline. Mr. Burns anyone?

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The ‘Pariot’ Act and Our Spineless Borough Assembly

April 11th, 2003 - 4 Comments
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Last night after teaching class I listened to the last part of Borough Assembly debate over a resolution to make a statement that would express reservations about the Patriot Act and maintain that the war on terrorism must be pursued while retaining an emphasis on our civil rights. As far as I m concerned, whenever the government comes out with an idea with a title like the “Patriot Act”, some segment of our population is in for a screwing. And sure enough, the Patriot Act is chock full of abuses of our civil liberties and opens the doors for a whole new level of police abuse– this time with the tacit sanction of the State.

And while it is true that there are sunset clauses built into the law that trigger a review in 2005, there is already a vocal contingent of Republican senators attempting to make the laws permanent. Clearly, relying on the legal system to look after itself and curb abuse is not the only avenue available to us as citizens. These safeguards in the Act that Bonnie Williams insists are enough are already in danger of being abrogated, and even this Administration will tell you that the real war on terrorism at home is just getting started. Thus I lose most of my respect for Bonnie Williams, who has sold herself and, more importantly, her constituents down the river.

Besides the pathetic cowardice of our City Council that has chosen to stand behind an evisceration of our civil rights and freedoms in order to save those civil rights and freedoms (Sir, I had to destroy the village in order to save it), I find the twists and turns and contortions that Administration lackeys will go through to try to make their actions in bending us over look like a noble gesture to be rather grotesque

When the possibility of invading Iraq was being discussed, my contention was that there was a better way to approach a military action diplomatically and that I had the most respect for the simple moral argument for getting rid of a despot like Saddam Hussein. The weapons of mass destruction and nuclear capability arguments were non-starters as far as I was concerned because there was no real evidence that he had significant numbers of the first or the capability of the second, and that even if he did, he was not a threat to America, but to his neighbors.

What I received in return was a steady stream of often abusive rhetoric that “to wait for proof was to invite disaster” and that “waiting for proof would be waiting until it’s too late.” Where is that solid conviction now? Many supporters of the Patriot Act are the same people who were making these arguments against following a process before invading Iraq. But suddenly they need indisputable proof of abuse in order to pass a comment on this bad law!? Never mind that proof is handy with a simple Google search (perhaps if the victims’ skin isn’t white they don’t count to these folks). Do these people– the same ones who denounce any gun legislation as the start down a slippery slope and refuse to enact clean air accountability standards because the matter of global warming is still an open scientific debate without definitive proof– really not understand how hyopcritical their stance is?

I’ve long maintained that if Clinton had planned an invasion of Iraq without support of the UN and with the same transparent manipulation this Administration has, all of these staunch supporters would be firmly on the other side. Similarly, conservative Republicans, well known for their near-Libertarian views on state controls and protections, would never stand for the passage of law like the Patriot Act were it not for the fact that it comes from an Administration which they believe can further their own socio-political agenda. What bothers me most about this is not the inherent lack of individual backbone and the moral cowardice. No one is perfect. What bothers me is that these people refuse to own up to their imperfection and the schizophrenic nature of their decision making based on political alliances rather than what is good for the people they supposedly represent and the country they supposedly love.

At least Hank Bartos was willing to come right out and say that he trusts our our political leaders to do the right thing, and that giving up our freedoms is necessary for us now just as it was when he served in the military– thus showing definitively whose ass his nose is permanently stuck in and implying that those of us that cannot support such an encroachment on our rights must really be motivated by our hatred of Bush and his cronies.

The truth is, I wouldn’t support this kind of treachery if it came right from the mouth of St. Democratius himself. It has nothing to do with George W’s lack of intelligense, Cheney’s financial imperatives, Rummy’s own despotic nature… though it does have a bit to do with Ashcroft’s duplicitousness. The simple fact is this is bad law passed at a time of fear and doubt in this country, and it was yet another example of government officials and lobbyists for security entities throughout this country taking advantage of the atmosphere after 9/11 to follow through on long-standing political desires.

Besides revealing to me some heretofore hidden resolve and conviction in sponsors and supporters of the proposed Borough Assembly statement, the one positive benefit from the Patriot Act has been the debate around it exposing the true nature of a number of our political representatives to harsh constitutional and moral daylight (representatives other than the obvious like Orrin Hatch, who is already trying to make this act permanent). This will make my choice much easier when I cast my vote during the next election.

Dadaist Junk Mail

April 10th, 2003 - No Comments
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The latest entry in the bizarre junk mail category:

Subject: chris, fairbanks lender with 4.5% low interest rates

Body:

ACT II. SCENE IV. Arragon. a Room of State in the Court.

[Enter the King, Segasto, the Shepherd, and the Clown,
with others.]

KING.

You tell me!

Growing Up

April 9th, 2003 - No Comments
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I’m having a really hard time lately with the whole business of my children growing up. It’s especially apparent with my daughter, who is nearing her teens, because she is mature for her age mentally and physically in ways that he younger brother (thankfully) won’t reach for a few years. It’s been hard enough to start learning the hard way about all the little areas in which I have to let go and allow her to be her own person and have some measure of independence. Those lessons alone have robbed me of both my grand plans for directing her life from beginning to end in accordance with my vicarious desires as well as well as the last of that boundless optimism even a cynic like me can maintain when everything really disastrous lies in what feels like a far distant future that will never arrive.

I still have plenty of occasions to think back to the little girl I used to cradle in one arm, or who would nap on my lap while I dozed in my recliner… they just come at different times. Instead of happy daydreams enjoyed at my leisure, these thoughts to an earlie time are a defense mechanism when all five-foot-five of this money-devouring, make-up wearing, clique-running, pop music listening, last-word seeking, young woman that used to be Daddy’s little girl does something else to bewilder me.

Not only do I have to learn to deal with the inevitable attitude and play cajoling peacemaker, but she is smart enough to use my own behaviors against me, or to wonder (in so many words) why the maxim “do as I say, not as I do” has such consistent application in my life.

Recently I met her at the theatre where she was hanging out with a group of friends after a birthday party and even looking right at her I had to look closely to realize that it was my daughter standing there, not just any another annoying young teen hanging with her giggling crowd.

Not to mention all the little Rico Suaves in their little Lakers jackets, backward hats, and bandanas trying to look tough and looking at her with the beginning of looks that inspire this father to want to introduce them to the emergency room.

I don’t know what gives them– or her– the right to grow up and leave me behind. Where are they when the suffering has to be done, wondering every third morning if it can possibly get any harder to be a dad? When the time comes to stand up, whether it be waiting for her to take that first gasp of breath after she was born, or carrying her unconscious body at a run up two flights of stairs to the doctor’s office; whether it be fighting back the constant impulses to treat her as my father treated me (the ultimate crumbling of everything I try to stand for) or batting back the relentless worry that I am not doing good enough, that I made some basic mistake along the way that will ruin everything for her later, that I am not good enough at being a provider and a father and friend and a supporter and a confidante— when those times come to stand up and be counted, it’s just me taking a deep breath and plunging forward to do the best I can.

I hope she realizes someday when I become important again, or at least when she has the time to look back on her life and reflect, that she understands that while far from perfect, most of the time I did the best I could and tried consciously to do better, which is more than many in my life can claim.

No Time

April 8th, 2003 - No Comments
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I need a 28 hour day and a body that is in tune with it. With all the activities of Spring, Summer, and early Fall– not to mention work and sleep– it is impossible to find time to do anything that I really like to do.

At this point my schedule runs from 5:30a to 10:30p– and with that I can just squeeze in 1-1/2 hours of listening to music and writing in those first two hours.

The product might be better if I were actually awake while writing (this morning I suddenly realized 20 minutes had gone by, the CD had been skipping for at least ten of those, and the total word count for the first 40 minutes was less than 40, including the date and time header at the top of the page…

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