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Friday, March 23, 2001

MYSTERIOUS CENSORS AT AMAZON
I can't quite understand why Amazon would censor
this review of A Charge to Keep, a book in which every word was undoubtedly penned by Karen Hughes but which lists Shrub - who I doubt will ever even read it - as the first author. The reviews they didn't nuke include such comments as:
It reads like a high school kids year book, or worse, diary. This man is the leader of the free world? I did not find his story of conversion believable (too convenient) and his "understanding" of Olasky's compassionate conservativism is not the same as Olasky's. Of course, both are bunk. I came away feeling worse about this man than I did after reading Molly's book which at least contained some information. He should be selling snake oil instead of letting his friends do it at the expense of CA and the other western states. Can I have my money and my vote back?

If we survive the next four years with this doofus at the helm, it will truly be a case of divine intervention. Bush gives new meaning to the phrase "hire the handicapped"!

How amazing that a man who seems incapable of stringing together several coherent sentences has the nerve to think we really believe he wrote this book! In October, he joked that he had not read a book while a "student" at Yale, but he has "written" a book.

Many of the passages from the book looked as if they were written for an English 101 essay such as this gem (that the Slate reviewer also noticed): "...I made friends and worked hard. The students at Yale came from all different backgrounds and all parts of the country. Within months, I knew many of them." This book would be unintentionally funny if it weren't for the chance that the "author" could become President.

Even by the caterpillar-high standards of the campaign biography, this is an amazingly, staggeringly, brain-freezingly vapid book. A real "Conversations With George" book might have some Harry Trumanesque wit and bite to it, I'd love to sit down with him over a beer and hear him trash Yale, but this mental enema, written by Bush's Edgar Bergen, Karen Hughes (who quotes her own speeches endlessly), takes everything human out of what minuscule life story Bush has had. Imagine an entire book written in the style of a memo from the head of your company's HR department, and you have this waste of trees. The thing is, Bush isn't just announcing a new way for the HMO to screw you; he's dealt with real issues, like executing people, and on the evidence of this book he did it with all the human concern and feeling of an upperclassmen torturing a pledge.

Yep, there's a lot of things I had her leave out...the years I spent hopped up on Peruvian marching powder, the time I went on a two-year bender while AWOL from the National Guard (Yeehah! Lotta fun...gotta do that again, and soon!), the failed oil bidnesses in mah "home" state, that little bit o' insider tradin' I did back in the early nineties (SHHHHHhhhh!!)...but that's all behind me now. Trust me, for I am your pars'nent, and together we can all build the pie higher for my friends at ENRON.

Why would the review in question have been rejected and not the one containing the last excerpt above, especially given this paragraph from Amazon's boilerplate rejection letter:
Please understand that we wholeheartedly support the right to free speech. Our intention is to make the customer review forum a place for commentary and feedback about titles, so discussions that criticize authors and their intentions are removed. Your comments were, in part, directed toward the author and their character.
I'm guessing that they just don't like links to other sites from within theirs. Any other theories?
posted by Steven Baum 3/23/2001 10:36:41 AM | link

BLOODY HANDS
With all the hysterical ranting that's gone on in the last seven years about how Hillary Clinton supposedly offed Vince Foster, it's amazing how little ink a reality-based item about a first lady with
blood on her hands is getting.
One night in November 1963, a ride went wrong. Laura [Bush], who had just turned 17, didn't see a stop sign and hit a car driven by Mike Douglas, a track star who ran with her crowd. He died at the scene. She was not charged.
But it's refreshing to know that Laura and all her chums were "sad" about it. After all, guilt is the greatest punishment, unless of course you're not white and daddy's not well-connected. Funny how you don't see her hubby and his fellow bloodthirsty "tuff on crime" chums asking those busted for smoking pot (or, for that matter, driving drunk) if they feel "sad" about it instead of chucking them in prison. If something like this were revealed about Hillary Clinton, you'd be seeing apoplectic commentators keeling over right and right. Hmmmm.......
posted by Steven Baum 3/23/2001 09:42:59 AM | link

DIGITAL NIRVANA
Last night I melded the bleeding edge of the world of digital cameras with my Linux box. Tonight I've achieved another milestone: I'm beginning to transfer my collection of 1300+ vinyl albums to MP3 format. The chain leading from chunk of vinyl to MP3 includes:
I suspect the weakest link to be the A to D conversion, since the analog signal is being extracted by a mighty fine group of components, and indeed sounds just like it is.

That technical stuff being said, let's get on to the jolly fun stuff. The first victim was a copy of Leonard Nimoy's classic Two Sides of Leonard Nimoy album from 1968. The entirety of side one can be had in MP3 format:

  • Highly Illogical - "Spocks's reactions to some earth-behavior."
  • The Difference Between Us - "Could Spock ever feel hidden, deep emotional, love problems? Could he react as a human in a romantic situation?"
  • Once I Smiled - Once Spock's emotional barriers were broken down, and for a short while he tasted a bitter-sweet romantic experience."
  • Spock Thoughts - "Some excellent vulcanian advice and philosophy."
  • By Myself - "As 'alien' to the planet earth, Spock is not always completely at home, and feels his loneliness at times."
  • Follow Your Star - "Aim high in life. Make your goal a star and follow it."
  • Amphibious Assault - "A surrealistic battle of the future. Will war come to this."
The next victim was a more topical and serious one, the late John Fahey's 1981 Takoma release Live in Tasmania, which has been out of print for a good long while. I'm not sure if it's ever been released in digital format. The tracks are: The details of the medleys can be obtained at the URL previously indicated.
posted by Steven Baum 3/23/2001 12:39:17 AM | link

Thursday, March 22, 2001

CHIEFTAIN O' THE PUDDIN' RACE
From "Hail to the haggis!" by D. England (from "Wine and Food: A Gastronomical Quarterly", No. 77, Spring, 1953):
A haggis flown from Scotland to the Illinois St. Andrew's Society was 'condemned' when its plane arrived at La Guardia airport on the grounds that it 'might spread foot-and-mouth disease' - a terrible libel. First reports said the haggis had been burnt, but Pan-American airways said it had been handed over to the authorities. Next, a doctor of the Bureau of Animal Husbandry pronounced the haggis 'fit for consumption'. It was set free and shipped to Illinois in time.

Almost as terrible an indignity befell the haggis at the dinner of the St. Andrew's Club of London, a year or two back, before 500 Scots. It was being carried round on a trencher in traditional fashion by two chefs to the strains of 'Brose and Butter', played by a Pipe Major of the King's Own Scottish Borderers, when the awful thing happened.

The chefs, apparently overcome by the enthusiastic reception of the assembled host, accidently tilted the platter and the great chieftain o' the puddin' race dropped to the floor. In such a trial it proved its mettle, for it bounced but did not break!

It is currently illegal to import most types of
haggis into the U.S. since the government has declared sheep lungs unfit for human consumption. Which brings us to the traditional recipe revealed in the same article:
In brief, haggis is concoted of the heart, liver, lungs and sometimes the intestines of a sheep, mixed with oatmeal, onions, suet and seasoning. The whole mixture is boiled in the coat of a sheep's stomach, which has previously been soaked in salt water, boiled, and scraped. One fine old Scottish gentleman declared, "Serve with old whisky; or (if greatly daring [as if the haggis hadn't already established that as a fact]) with Atholl brose, a mixture of equal parts of whisky, cream, and honey."
The inimitable P. G. Wodehouse pondered the matter with a mix of fact and fancy:
The fact that I am not a haggis addict is probably due to my having read Shakespeare. It is the same with many Englishmen. There is no doubt that Shakespeare has rather put us off the stuff.... You remember the passage to which I refer? Macbeth happens upon the three witches while they are preparing the evening meal. They are dropping things into the cauldron and chanting "Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog," and so on, and he immediately recognises the recipe. "How now, you secret, black and midnight haggis," he cries shuddering.

This has caused misunderstandings and has done an injustice to haggis. Grim as it is, it is not as bad as that-- or should not be. What the dish really consists of -- or should consist of -- is the more intimate parts of a sheep chopped up fine and blended with salt, pepper, nutmeg, onions, oatmeal, and beef suet. But it seems to me that there is a grave danger of the cook going all whimsey and deciding not to stop there. When you reflect that the haggis is served up with a sort of mackintosh round it, concealing its contents, you will readily see that the temptation to play a practical joke on the boys must be almost irresistible. Scotsmen have their merry moods, like all of us, and the thought must occasionally cross the cook's mind that it would be no end of a lark to shove in a lot of newts and frogs and bats and dogs and then stand in the doorway watching the poor simps wade into them....

An odd thing--ironical, you might say-- in connection with haggis is that it is not Scottish. In an old cook book, published 1653, it is specifically mentioned as an English dish called haggas or haggus, while France claims it as her mince (hachis) going about under an alias. It would be rather amusing if it turned out that Burns was really a couple of Irish boys named Pat and Mike.

He probably wasn't chomping at the bit (or the haggis) for any honors from Scottish universities.
posted by Steven Baum 3/22/2001 05:01:45 PM | link

BOB THE APPARATCHIK
Buzzflash details how conservative apparatchik Robert Novak is dutifully serving the Party by treating history in much the same manner as those who ensured that the commissar vanished. Although the GOP politburo is working under the constraints - much to their chagrin - of a representative democracy rather than a totalitarian dictatorship, history is still considered a malleable entity to be constructed and revised as circumstances require.

Take for instance the speech by Bush last Sept. 29 in Saginaw, Michigan in which he pledged that "we will require all power plants to meet clean air standards in order to reduce emissions" of four pollutants. Although he mispronounced carbon dioxide as carbon bonoxide (making the easy mistake of confusing an atmospheric gas with a species of monkey reknowned for constant masturbation), it was obvious that carbon dioxide was on the list. Basically the same thing was repeated in an energy proposal policy statement issued by the Bush camp on October 16. And now that he's backing down on the pledge to appease the corporate interests that bought him his current job, those residing in this space-time continuum are correctly pointing out that he's backing down from a campaign promise or, to be more blunt, he lied.

That's the reality. The revisionist version being spun by Karl Rove and his obedient cadre of "independent" journalists (e.g. Novak) begs to disagree. But since they can't simply have all who were present at the speech shot or all copies of the audio and visual tapes burned, they have to be a wee bit more subtle about raping Clio. So what "really" happened? According to Novak (in his March 19 column:

What is portrayed by environmentalists and Democrats as President Bush bowing to corporate pressure on global warming in fact was something very different. He found himself in a difficult posture because his team proved sloppy on two occasions, once during the campaign and again in the early weeks of the new administration.
So how does Novak get around the fact that the words "reduce", "carbon," "dioxide" and "emissions" were in fact emitted from the mouth of Karl Rove's hand puppet, both in the same sentence and with the obvious meaning the concatenation thereof would indicate? Put on your safety goggles as we follow Buckaroo Bonzai into the 12th dimension:
During the campaign, a line was slipped into a speech by Bush embracing the advanced eco-activist position that emissions of carbon dioxide should be regulated. There was absolutely no discussion inside the campaign, and no sense by anybody - including the news media - that a policy commitment had been reached.
The really interesting part is that not only is Novak attempting to deny a concensus reality agreed upon by most sentient beings not in the politburo, he's contradicting what he wrote in his own column just a few weeks before. And unless he's been caught in some Star Trek counter-universe scenario where he's been replaced by the evil (good?) counter-Novak (who we could of course easily identify by the tut beard evil signifier unless the counter-Novak was clever enough to shave it off which these counter-universe people never are), he's attempting to make the commissar vanish. Here's counter-Novak on March 1:
However, Bush's proposed energy policy issued Oct. 16 shocked conservatives when it suggested mandatory reduction targets for "four main pollutants: sulfur dioxide, nitrogen oxide, mercury and carbon dioxide."
...
Word leaked Monday that Bush's planned address contained a single sentence advocating carbon dioxide emission controls. When decoded, it meant that the president was agreeing with Al Gore and the liberals that rising global temperatures are a menace and require radical solutions. That sent conservatives into a frenzy that apparently resulted in losing the sentence from the speech. But the issue is far from settled.
That is, Novak is applying the airbrush to his March 1 report about how an Oct. 16 Bush energy policy statement "shocked conservatives" and how a single proposed sentence about carbon dioxide reductions in a Bush speech in February had been nixed because it "sent conservatives into a frenzy" so he can write on March 19 that "there was absolutely no discussion inside the campaign" about such a thing. One cannot help, by the way, but be entertained by the mental image of "shocked" and "frenzied" conservatives conjured up by Bob (or is that counter-Bob?).

So Novak wants us to believe that a line about reducing carbon dioxide emissions was either accidentally or deliberately (he doesn't say which, but the malefactor who stole the Bush debate rehearsal tape and sent it to D.C. is still at large) "slipped into" the Bush speech on Sept. 29, and that the mentions of the same concept in an Oct. 16 policy statement and a speech in late February either never happened or were the work of the same sneak who performed the sabotage on Sept. 29.

If one were much more scurrilous one might invoke Ockham's Razor and posit that Bush did indeed say or want to say the same thing all three times, but either recently backed down to his corporate paymasters or knew all along he was blowing smoke up our asses.
posted by Steven Baum 3/22/2001 02:52:56 PM | link

SON OF SON OF APL
Not satisfied with the over 100 programming languages with compilers or interpreters already available on your Linux box? A descendant of APL called
A+ was recently released as open source, although its origins stretch back to 1988. According to the official boilerplate:
It embodies a rich set of functions and operators, a modern graphical user interface with many widgets and automatic synchronization of widgets and variables, asynchronous execution of functions associated with variables and events, dynamic loading of user compiled subroutines, and many other features. Execution is by a rather efficient interpreter. A+ was created at Morgan Stanley Dean Witter. Primarily used in a computationally-intensive business environment, many critical applications written in A+ have withstood the demands of real world developers over many years. Written in an interpreted language, A+ applications tend to be portable.
Think of it as the Morgan Stanley Dean Witter programming language, or Perl with a portfolio.
posted by Steven Baum 3/22/2001 10:42:21 AM | link

JAZZ STREAMS
Jazz stations with live audio streams include:

posted by Steven Baum 3/22/2001 09:16:46 AM | link

Wednesday, March 21, 2001

MY FIRST DIGITAL PHOTO
Shiva's first digital pic
One of the reasons (well, besides the great discount price plus the $100 rebate) I bought a
Kodak DC4800 digital camera a couple of weeks ago was the availability of the jUSB and jPhoto packages for Linux platforms. The former provides a Java API for USB, supporting applications using Java host-side software to drive USB devices. The latter supports the Picture Transfer Protocol (PTP) standard that many upcoming digital cameras will use, with the Kodak DC4800 being one of the first.

It took quite a bit of swearing to finally get things going on my Mandrake 7.2 distribution, but I finally got things working a few minutes ago. A very nice feature I immediately noticed was that it took only about 20 seconds to move four 1 Mb images (3.1 MP, 2160 x 1440, 1:5 JPEG) from the camera to the computer. That'll save a whole lot of battery recharging. Another thing I notice is that I'm going to have to become a whole lot more familiar with things like composition and post-snapshot digital diddling with the GIMP, although I suspect the pros won't have much to fear from me for a good long time.

Oh, and the picture subject's name is Shiva, a mixture of German Shepherd, Doberman and who knows what else that I've been feeding biscuits to for nearly 11 years now. She's many of the reasons I bought the camera, so things may get a bit obnoxious canine-wise around here in the near future. Or, I may just build a separate shrine, er, web page for all the nekkid dog pictures.
posted by Steven Baum 3/21/2001 11:20:22 PM | link

CANUCK SONGBIRDS
The
Virtual Gramophone: Canadian Historical Sound Recordings is a gold mine of old 78 RPM recordings that have been transferred to RealAudio format. They have hundreds of these available for your listening pleasure, including such gems as:
posted by Steven Baum 3/21/2001 03:34:26 PM | link

MORE BALLS
One of the many fine digressions to be found in Mark Plotkin's
Tales of a Shaman's Apprentice: An Ethnobotanist Searches for New Medicines in the Amazon Rain Forest - one of the best books I've had the pleasure of reading in a very long time - involves avacados:
The avacados were about the size of tennis balls and tasted pretty much like commercial avacados. Avacados are native to the Neotropics, although there is some dispute as to whether they were first domesticated in Central or South America. The name avacado comes from the Aztec word for testicle, a reference to the shape of the fruit. It is one of the most nutritious fruits known, high in vitamins and protein and containing over 30 percent fat. Although they have been eaten in the United States since the late eighteenth century, the popularity of avacados is a relatively recent phenomenon. They are something of an acquired taste, and their thin skin makes them difficult to ship from the tropics without bruising the flesh. According to Dr. Beryl Simpson and Dr. Molly Ogorzaly in the their 1986 textbook Economic Botany, at the turn of the century, horticulturalists in the United States started paying serious attention to avacados and cultivated the fruit, developing the means to increase yields through grafting. Supply soon outstripped demand. In a textbook case of successful promotion, a marketing representative advised avacado growers to take out advertisements vehemently denying that avacados had any aphrodisiacal powers. Since then, demand has never flagged.
Further excerpts can be found at the Amazon Conservation Team site. The really neat thing is that when I finish the book - which I'm savoring slowly - I've got a copy of his follow-up Medicine Quest: In Search of Nature's Healing Secrets on the shelf and ready to go. I might eventually attempt a full review of one or both if I ever feel sufficiently worthy.
posted by Steven Baum 3/21/2001 02:56:12 PM | link

NEXT STOP: PLAGUELAND
From the
Apall-O-Meter section of In These Times:
Show trials meet show business. A budding entrepreneur in Lithuania is attempting to cash in on his country's less-than-glorious past as a less-than- willing addition to the Soviet Union: He's building what the Wall Street Journal describes as "a theme park that combines the charms of a Disneyland with the worst of the Gulag."

Viliumas Malinauskas, who made his fortune in the mushroom business, is busily buying up the giant tacky Lenin statues that used to adorn public squares in towns across the USSR; the park will also contain re-creations of Siberian prison camps, complete with guard towers, barbed wire and bleak barracks, linked together with wooden walkways designed to match those in the original Gulag. To heighten the experience, Malinauskas hopes to build a special train line linking his park to the suburbs of nearby Vilnius. Visitors would be shoved into cattle cars like prisoners and hauled past fake train stations bearing the names of some of the Soviet Union's most notorious labor camps. "They will be deported right to the information center," Malinauskas told the Journal. "It is great to have a vision of something our relatives experienced."

The park has drawn a great deal of criticism from locals, the Journal reports, who dub the monstrosity "Stalin's World." "This part of history is full of suffering," says one local politician. "It should not be used for show business."

On the positive side, negotations with Disney fell through and Malinauskas won't be allowed to play "It's a Small World" at his park.
posted by Steven Baum 3/21/2001 11:07:20 AM | link

POSTCARDRIBTICKLESCHTOFF
Hitler satire postcard

Loose Lips postcard

posted by Steven Baum 3/21/2001 10:50:22 AM | link

BALLS YOU SAY
Jerk City distills the essence of web design.
posted by Steven Baum 3/21/2001 10:23:22 AM | link

CONFESSIONS OF AN AOL CENSOR
The
Village Voice (via Slashdot) features the tale Sweaty scenes from the life of an AOL censor by Rita Ferrandino. Her unsurprising revelations range from how they irritated elderly cat lovers:
t turns out there are a lot of little old ladies in the world who adore their feline friends. So they give themselves a name like Silkpussy and join a cat lover's chat room, then act shocked and sickened when they get warned for having a dirty name. Sometimes "pussy" was vulgar and sometimes not. What mattered was motivation. You could have a chink in your armor but not in your bed, and big balls, as long as your profile didn't include descriptions of having them licked, sucked, or fondled.
to dealing with the mind-numbing banality of those who would be shockmeisters:
The novelty quickly wore off of even the most unexpected combinations of words in member profiles, like "snatch fangs." Hobbies: "I like a good orange up my ass." Quote: "I'll f:u:c:k for a buck and do something strange for some change." Quote: "Stop changing your lipstick, my dick is starting to look like a rainbow." Quote: "You could drive a truck through my ass crack." The same lines appeared in thousands of profiles, the lack of originality making the task even bleaker. Hobbies: "k-9 sex, violent sex, bondage, anal, anything I'm a sub and I could be dominant too, if you are a sub email me with a fantasy and a slutty pic and I will respond to all I will cyber for anyone who can make me wet." Over and over and over.
Ferrandino manned the chatroom barricades, although there were other battalions keeping track of email, web sites and instant messages.

A hard rule forbade member information from being used or given out to other members, with a wheelchair-bound employee immediately getting the axe for breaking it. The author quit a few days after a desperate mother pleaded for information about her just-vanished young son's correspondent, the last message on the screen being "See you soon, can't wait." I've found that not being a "people person" is a marvelous way to avoid most such moral quandaries, with the remainder well handled by the immediate topical application of alcohol.
posted by Steven Baum 3/21/2001 10:01:14 AM | link

GLOAT-O-RAMA
I may not have made it to Jimmie Vaughan's 50th birthday bash like
some lucky bastards, but I just hit the annual library sale here at TAMU and picked up a couple of armloads of gems for a mere $40. Amongst my finds: Okay, that's not just some of them but all of them. Another couple of hauls like this and I'll achieve my goal of becoming a capriciously abusive world dictator, or at least the satisfaction of watching Elrod and the rest of the vultures grind their teeth in envy. And that's all that really matters, isn't it?
posted by Steven Baum 3/21/2001 09:08:09 AM | link

Monday, March 19, 2001

THE FABULOUS BAKER BOY
Brian MacLean
comes to praise an economist named Dean Baker in a column in the National Post, a paper not exactly reknowned for its "strangle the last priest with the entrails of the last capitalist" editorial stances. So just who the hell is Baker?
He's the economist who, one year ago when the Nasdaq index was more than double its current level, had the foresight to write: "If the market falls 50% and loses US$10-trillion of wealth in a correction, it's going to be very hard to avoid a recession. A lot of these dot-coms are worth a corner lemonade stand and are putting real companies out of business."
Baker is also the co-director for the Center for Economic Policy and Research and author of the weekly Economics Reporting Review, a newsletter that reviews the economics reporting in the New York Times and Washington Post. The Review can be most enjoyably acerbic, e.g.
While everyone recognizes that Congress and other parliamentary bodies make policy choices, for some reason, reporters don't write about central banks the same way. An article in the Washington Post this week included a warning that the recent oil price hikes might "compel the Federal Reserve and other central banks to raise interest rates." Regardless of the wisdom of the move to raise interest rates in the wake of rising oil prices, this is a policy choice. Central banks are no more compelled to raise interest rates in the wake of rising oil prices than Congress is compelled to provide national health care insurance in the wake of a growing number of uninsured.

On the topic of health care, a Times analysis in the "Week in Review" section opined that the problem of rising health care costs in the United States may simply be insoluble. Before passing along this grim conclusion, it may have been appropriate to examine how this problem has been dealt with in other industrialized nations. The article includes no mention of the experience of any other industrialized country, all of whom pay far less for their healthcare (often less than half as much per person), and have better health care statistics.

MacLean draws some interesting contrasts between Baker and Paul Krugman, the latter whom he says "may be the most influential economist writing today" (and whose writings you've seen excerpted more than a few times hereabouts). He writes that while Baker spends most of his time buried in and mastering macroeconomic data, Krugman is being pedagogical in a classroom or at the typewriter, a situation that "builds character but it doesn't help in predicting economic events." He also avers that while "Baker is well to the left of Mr. Krugman on the policy spectrum, he is less ideological." Interesting food for thought, that.

MacLean supports his contention about Baker's relative freedom from ideology with an example about the WTO that is most salient to arguments being hammered out even as I hammer this out:

Contrary to its free trade rhetoric, he observes, the WTO is extremely protectionist in its efforts to intensify the costly forms of protection known as patents and copyrights. While protection in the forms of tariffs or quotas will rarely raise the price of products by more than 20%, patents and copyrights routinely raise prices by a few hundred per cent or more. In the case of copyrighted information that can be digitized (songs, movies, computer software, books, etc.), the marginal costs of production and distribution can drop to zero. The potential payoffs to finding better ways to encourage research and development and to reward creative work are becoming enormous.

The facts about prices are beyond dispute, and even cause mixed emotions on the part of pro-business writers, who find their love of property rights in conflict with their love of low prices. And the costs associated with high prices are not the only ones. With patents as the reward system for pharmaceutical innovation, Mr. Baker argues, "much of the research conducted by the drug companies is directed not toward breakthroughs to better our lives but toward finding ways around the lucrative patents of competitors."

Recall that MacLean's paper is notoriously pro-business and reactionary while chewing on his concluding:
If there's any right-of-centre economist with a record of economic prognosis even half as impressive as Mr. Baker's, I would be interested in hearing who it is.
To read MacLean, you'd think he was harboring some heretical notion about how one's economic theories might just be better validated by making correct predictions than by being sufficiently vague to support any and all half-assed, post hoc rationalizations. Burn the heretic! It should be obvious to any real supply sider that the current economic downturn was directly caused by Clinton's tax hike in 1993 and his raising the minimum wage a year later, and that the growth following those actions was an inevitable consequence of the idyllic, paradisical years of Reaganomics.
posted by Steven Baum 3/19/2001 10:40:39 PM | link

A NEW MODEL, BY CROM!
Don't start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Called careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?

Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's Army is on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

There was a checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you're been on the murder mile

Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger

(chorus)

Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by a Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne

But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear

If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg

(chorus)

Oliver's Army was the best pop tune of at least the second half of the 70s although, given much of the competition, that may have not been the most difficult of heights to attain. It was also on Armed Forces, one of the best albums of the 70s. I've got both the original album release on vinyl (which included a marvelous extra 45 RPM disc containing three live tunes) and the Rykodisk remixed version that was available as a boxed set along with his first two albums ( My Aim is True and This Year's Model) and a live album called Live at the El Mocambo. I notice that not only is the set no longer available, but even "Armed Forces" seems to be out of print. The set shows up on ebay every once in a while, though.

I thought of that tune for the first time in several months when I first read of Senator Robert Byrd's gaffe in early March. It came to mind again just now while reading Elvis picks the 500 greatest albums ever (via Medley). His introduction to the list contains prose as deft as his song lyrics. On the classics of the early days of recorded ethnic music:

The Yazoo label's Secret Museum of Music series gives a glimpse of the early days, when HMV or the Gramophone Company would send out recording engineers to gather music from the world for the new, curious audience. These editions are not compiled by country. So, they may begin in the Society Islands, travel to Mongolia via Bulgaria, and end up in Nova Scotia. The world that you will hear probably isn't there anymore.
That last sentence is as poignant as any lyric he's written.

Just for the record (so to speak), Shanachie has rereleased ten of the "Secret Museum of Music" series:

Elvis on the music of the 70s onward vis a vis the list:
You will see that some very famous names are missing completely. There is nothing at all by Led Zeppelin, the Doors, Michael Jackson, or Sting. You may love them. They just don't do it for me. There's not too much disco or dance, except the mighty Chic. If you want something from Los Angeles in the early 70s, I suggest you purchase the first Jackson Browne record; it will save you buying all those Eagles albums. The "Fleetwood Mac" herein is the great group led by Peter Green, not the Californian mob with Stevie Nicks. There is nothing to speak of from the 80s, the decade that music forgot, except for Robert Wyatt. Not many "Divas," except for Callas and Aretha.
And unlike most if not all such previous lists I've encountered, Elvis doesn't confine himself to any genre or category beyond "music":
The classical recordings are listed by composer; that is not to say that any version of that piece will do. Great vintage recordings sit alongside new releases by artists whom you can actually hear in concert. These are the performers who opened up this music to me. In the end, it is the music of forgiveness in the last act of Le Nozze di Figaro or the way an incomplete Schubert sonata breaks off in a devastating way that matters more than whether the performance was captured digitally or with some sealing wax and a knitting needle.
It's the most eclectic and enjoyable such list I've seen and, let's face it, any list that includes An Evening with Groucho (for the master's rendition of Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg's " Lydia, the Tattooed Lady") is by definition worthy of further consideration.
posted by Steven Baum 3/19/2001 08:17:44 PM | link

PARODIES LOST AND FOUND
I've never met a parody or pastiche I didn't like. It's a literary subgenre of which I just can't get enough, so imagine my pleasure at finding Joel Wells'
Grim Fairy Tales for Adults: Parodies of the Literary Lions during my trip to Austin Thursday last. After glancing at the table of contents, I immediately flipped to the modern version of "Who Killed Cock Robin?" as it might have been objectively penned by the big, manly hand of Ayn "Rhymes with MINE!!!!" Rand:
Never since she'd been in pigtails playing with her first trust had Desirable Mansmind so badly wanted to know the answer to a question.

Certainly her brother Percival hadn't done it. He couldn't kill a worm, much less Cock Robin, the man who, until his mysterious disappearance a few months ago, had single-handedly been wrecking the government's strangling throttlehold on the nation's economy. There was a real man and Desirable wished for the thousandth time that she had known him. Screwing her mouth into a tight "C" - for contempt - she brought her keen eyes to bear directly upon the quaking figure kneeling at the side of her desk.

Then I had to see how John Updike's subtle touch with snogging scenes might translate to the world of "Peter Rabbit":
Twenty yards ahead, the dichotomied plumpness of their behinds creating a gyrating symphony of cottontailness, Peter's two sisters skip on toward the blackberry patch. Their tin pails, swinging, catch the forenoon sun and declaim with greedy silver mouths their readiness to receive the juice-heavy thump of the swollen berries. For a moment, remembering how the taut blue-black skins of the first picked of these will burst against the ruthless metal of the pails and deliver, with equal promiscuity, the burden of their dark milk to the questing lip, Peter feels his purpose falter and grow limp. It would be so blessedly easy not to do what he has sworn the steel-bright sun this day to do.
Next we have "The Three Little Pigs" as they might have been undone by Evelyn Waugh:
"My dear," shouted Lord Oliver Prize-Utterly pig at his cousin Percifal, who was sitting in a lawn chair in front of his new house, "what a too-different sort of place you have built."

At the shout Percifal looked up from the book on mummification rites he was reading just in time to see Lord Oliver's silver grey Austin-Healey leap the curbing of the drive, plough through the rose arbour and spend the last of its considerable momentum against the potting shed.

And then we have an introduction of the sort Norman Mailer might have written had he taken a stab at it:
The less said about the book the better. But I owe it to Mother Harvard, to Dwight Macdonald and to my own volatile juices to prove that I've done my homework. According to that overpaid Boswell, A. E. Hotchner, Hemingway said that the next long step up the literary fire escape from the writing of parody is being clever on toilet walls. And, dear friends, it saddens me not one whit to report that most of the gargle in the Dixie Cup doesn't even quality as parody. The whole slosh smells of travesty to me. Sometimes, when the author's spavined muse soars to ankle level, it graduates to the burlesque division; but it never makes the parody scene at all. That's just one man's opinion, of course. But what a man!
Other authors getting a knee in the privates herein include J. D. Salinger, Tennessee Williams, James Joyce, Saul Bellow, Ian Fleming and Graham Greene. As a lagniappe, have a gander at a list of James Bond parodies I found while searching for this book on the web.

I'm attempting to put together a list of collections of literary parodies or pastiches such as this, so any pointers would be most appreciated. Another that springs quickly to mind is a short story collection by the late and missed John Sladek that contained several delicious parodies of sciffy authors such as Heinlein and Clarke.
posted by Steven Baum 3/19/2001 04:34:05 PM | link

DUAL BOOTING LINUX AND WINDOWS ME
While I've grown to dislike Bill Gates and his operating systems over the years, his latest offering gives me even more reason to want to keelhaul that monopolistic thug. During my annual Christmas visit to Ohio, I attempted to install Linux as part of a dual boot system on my sister's newly purchased machine, which came with Windows ME pre-installed. This is a
well documented and straightforward process that I've performed at least half a dozen times in the last couple of years. Well, it used to be straightforward. The required steps for a machine delivered with a single FAT32 partition occupying the entire disk were:
  • compact the files of the existing OS toward the first sectors of the hard disk using a defragmentation utility;
  • use FIPS to repartition the hard disk, i.e. split the single partition into two or more;
  • install your chosen Linux distribution on the newly created partition(s).
The second step is the one into which Gates has thrown a monkey wrench. FIPS has to be used from within real DOS mode, i.e. not from within Windows or from a DOS window therein. You have to reboot the machine into real DOS mode. Gates has bollixed this by no longer giving users a choice to reboot into DOS mode from the shutdown menu in Windows ME.

Fortunately there are plenty of "so clever you could put a tail on them and call them a weasel" folks on the web, and they've arrived at three workarounds for this problem:

  • The first involves a Windows ME patch that modifies the files IO.SYS, COMMAND.COM and REGENV32.EXE to unhide (yes, it's still there but hidden) the real DOS mode on ME. If you attempt this you should also read about some additional suggested precautionary steps.
  • Another workaround involves starting ME into Windows 98 DOS mode, although this requires having a copy of Win98 or Win98SE from which to extract the DOS lurking therein. This method is actually a form of dual booting involving two versions of Windows.
  • The last workaround is the simplest, requiring that one simply create a bootable floppy disk and boot from that. Be fairly warned, though, that Gates has made even this route trickier than it used to be. Various changes have been made to ME to prevent writing system files to floppies via the traditional methods, and you need to follow the procedure outlined in this article.
Be additionally warned that even after successfully booting into real DOS mode there may still be problems. I've found evidence that even using FIPS may be problematical with ME. The only records of successful attempts at dual booting Linux and ME I've located were by those who put Linux on a new and separate disk, thereby avoiding having to repartition. If anyone wishes to share their experiences - successful or otherwise - of this procedure, drop me a line and I'll modify or expand this entry as needs be.
posted by Steven Baum 3/19/2001 10:47:20 AM | link


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