Archive for April 20, 2006

The Duke Car Theft Case

Of all the reams of material I’ve read about the Duke rape case, the raw news, the feminist, race, and class analysis, the anti-feminist rhetoric, the information on DNA testing, the meta-news about how the news is reporting the story, of all of it, the thing that resonates most clearly for me is the car theft analogy.

  • Sometimes people who report their cars stolen are lying, for their own reasons, be it fraud, malice, attention-seeking, or whatever.

  • Sometimes, a person consents to loan his car, and then accuses the borrower of theft. Such a case is ‘one person’s word against the other.’

  • Physical evidence of damage to the car isn’t proof of theft. It might merely prove vandalism. If I break your car window, and then someone else comes along and jacks the stereo, I am not a thief, am I? I’m just a vandal! Nonetheless, such evidence is considered significant.

  • Although there are numerous authorities advising you on how to avoid getting your car stolen, your lapses in following that advise aren’t all that pertinent to the theft investigation. If you left a package visible in the car, or if you parked on a dark side-street, your right to file a theft report would not be questioned.

  • Some car thiefs are joy-riding youngsters, often alcohol-fueld, and with no criminal background. This doesn’t prevent the theft from being treated as a crime, nor does it shift blame onto the victim.

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Out of sight, out of ignition

So this morning I hobble slowly downstairs. Because it’s the beginning of spring and my feet aren’t used to any of my spring shoes yet. And I get to the car and discover I forgot my keys. How can I forget my keys? So I hobble back upstairs. And halfway up I discover that there is the stinky stink of a cat who recently did the poo thing. So I clean the cat box and then go back downstairs with more facility this time (practice). And I get to the car and discover I have no keys. Now, to be honest, I am worried about my brain. So back upstairs, and I realize that there is a piece of paper—the schedule for Arthur’s dance recitals—inthe basket by the door, covering the keys.

So this is what has become of my brain. Out of sight out of mind is now literal.

Goodbye Puffy McMoonface

Scotty we hardly knew ye.

Teehe.

Acupuncture Wall Chart

My acupuncturist has an acupuncture wall chart on his wall, labeled “Acupuncture Wall Chart.”

I don’t know why this tickles me so much, perhaps only because I lay on a table with needles sticking out of me with nothing to do but look at the acupuncture wall chart, which is labeled “Acupuncture Wall Chart.”

There are many potentially useful labels for an acupuncture wall chart besides “Acupuncture Wall Chart.” It could simply be labeled “Acupuncture” which is neither more nor less informative than “Acupuncture Wall Chart.” It could be labeled “The Human Body” or “The Acupuncture System” or something. But no. It is labeled “Acupuncture Wall Chart.”

On edit: Here he is: Acupuncture Wall Chart (He’s the guy on the right, the side view).

Not an Option

I just had to run to the bank, and I listened to Springer on the Radio in the car. Usually Springer annoys me and I don’t listen to him, but he managed to say two good things in a two mile trip.

In regard to bombing Iran (which we need to just oppose, oppose, oppose), he said that if we use nukes as a first strike, we lose the ability to stop anyone else from ever using them. Forget about anyone ever again signing or honoring a non-proliferation treaty. It’s nuclear WWIII as soon as we set the example.

Second, he said that saying ‘nothing should be taken off the table,’ Springer’s actual word was that this was being “cute.” We don’t need to be cute, he said, by saying we’ll “try” diplomacy. Nope; we must use diplomacy. And further, diplomacy worked with the Soviet Union for fifty years, so why treat it as pantywaist now? (“Pantywaist” is my own contribution.)

The Incompetence Defense

As I understand current White House spin, the reason that Bush said those trailers were mobile weapons labs when they weren’t, was because the President didn’t know. Because key information about vital national interests, for which American lives were (and are) being risked, had not yet reached the President, so whoops whatever.

Can any other Presidency in history have found this an acceptable version of the facts? Would not most politicians prefer some form of blame than to stand up in front of the American people and the world and say “I’m really flipping stupid and I didn’t know the facts I needed to know, the facts that every President must know?”

The White House is counting on the fact that we elected him stupid, we approved of him (when we did) stupid, and so now we’ll continue to embrace the stupid. They’re wrong.

Some Defense

Over lunch, some of the guys were watching CNN Headline News on the lunchroom TV, and under the headline “Defending Rumsfeld” they had a general, I think Gen. James Marks, say that it would be “inappropriate” for him to suggest Rumsfeld should be fired, because, being retired, he didn’t know if that would solve the problem.

So I’m hearing “This thing is so FUBAR that firing Rumsfeld won’t help.” That’s “defending”?

Meanwhile, the headline they later reduced this to was “General says firing Rumsfeld would be ‘inappropriate.'”

Two cliches come to mind. First, “Damning with faint praise.” Second, “Grasping at straws.”

Monday Movie Review: Bamboozled

Bamboozled (2000) 3/10
An African-American television executive (Damon Wayons), frustrated with his inability to get interest in his scripts about intelligent blacks, creates a minstrel show, complete with a tap-dancing star (Savion Glover) and broad, Amos & Andy-style stereotypes. When the show is a hit, things spin out of control. Written & directed by Spike Lee.

Bamboozled opens by defining “satire”. In case you didn’t get it. In case you thought a Spike Lee film that humiliates blacks, especially every form of black entertainer, in every possible way, was meant to be taken seriously. Ultimately though, it’s not a satire, it’s a train wreck. Or maybe a satiric train wreck. What it’s not, is a satire of train wrecks.

To begin with, Damon Wayons is absolutely terrible. His over-mannered “Pierre Delacroix” is a stiff caricature, and stands in uncomfortable contrast to the naturalistic performances of Jada Pinkett Smith, Savion Glover, Michael Rapaport, and the rest of the cast. I’m not neglecting the possibility that “that’s the point” (which is, of course, the answer for any complaint about satire, therefore making all satire theoretically impregnable by criticism), but it doesn’t work. Especially at the half-way point, when Delacroix is supposed to be asking himself serious questions, his obnoxious buffoonery is nothing but interference.

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Author Patrick Califia could use our support

Via Jason, who got it from T. Thorn Coyle:

Sex educator, author, activist, and modern Pagan Patrick Califia has suffered a heart attack. Perhaps even more tragic than suffering a heart attack is the fact that he has no health insurance to obtain proper treatment.

Califia is one of my favorite authors. He blows me away with his forthright honesty about sex, desire, freedom, perversity, and pleasure. It ain’t easy earning your living as a writer. Me, I have a day job. I couldn’t tolerate the instability of being self-employed, and things like health insurance are a big part of that. But a lot of authors choose to go it the hard way, for a lot of very good reasons.

Thorn is urging donations, which I think is a good idea:

“I just received the news that Patrick Califia has had a heart attack. Like many people I know (including myself until very recently, when I decided I could afford to shell out for it every month) Patrick lives with out health insurance. If you are a writer, a queer, a tranny in any form, a proponant of free speech and hot sex, or all of the above – or if you know someone who fits into any of these categories – and have a few extra dollars floating around, please consider making a donation. You may also wish to go to your local independent bookseller and order some of his books. Patrick’s given us roses, let’s give him some bread.”

Here is the contact information:

Checks or money orders in US funds can be sent to:

Patrick Califia
2215R Market Street, No. 261
San Francisco, CA 94114

For charges and non-US funds, Patrick has a PayPal account under patcalifia@aol.com.

Physics and the Way of Four

My friend Larry sent me this quote from Common Sense Science:

There are only four stable charged particles that are not a compound of other particles. These are the electron, proton, positron and antiproton. A single model, the spinning charged ring, accounts for the observed properties of all four elementary particles. In this model, the structure and shape of the particle are the same, including the ratio of ring diameter to the ring thickness diameter; the size of the ring and its charge each take on two values. In atomic nuclei, a “neutron” is a paired electron and proton.

Knowing of my passion for the four elements, Larry thought of me, and points out that the electron, proton, positron and antiproton correspond to the Air, Fire, Water, and Earth. As Larry explains it:

The electron is like water, flowing about the nuclei and uniting with the proton to bring neutrality. The proton is like earth, the basic building block providing stability in a nuclear world. The antiproton is like fire, bringing explosive force when it collides with normal matter. And finally, the positron is like air, free to wonder where it will, giving breath to the myriad of sub-atomic particles.

They will keep telling us that magic and the occult have absolutely nothing to do with science, and they won’t let any silly evidence stand in their way.