Traveling Vietnam Wall

Last weekend I attended a ceremony in Huntington, Long Island for the traveling Vietnam Wall exhibit that is stopping in two hundred cities across the country. Regrettably I did not have my embroidered Soldiers' Angels jean-jacket with me, as I did not know I would be attending until after I had left for my business trip to San Fran. I would have loved for all the Vietnam guys there to have seen a soldier-support group be present (though later in speeches someone recognized that today things are better for soldiers support-wise). The man who sang God Bless America was simply phenominal. Christopher Macchio belted out the song in a way that makes everyone a little misty-eyed.

I was extremely touched by the POW-MIA Remembrance Ceremony, which, if you have never witnessed or heard being read, take a look here.

What an occasion and an honor to be at this event. It was terrible weather, but we all gladly said the Pledge of Allegiance, paid our respects, learned a thing or two (at least I did), and properly recognized our Warriors and their tremendous sacrifice on our behalf.


The event was held at a park named for a NYC Firefighter who died on 9-11.










Someone with whom my Mom went to school (below), Edward L. La Barr, had died and is listed.


We checked her yearbook when we got home.


Here's how you find a name you are looking up (below).
I think this was the hardest moment for me, seeing this book.


Some people posted signs, left beer, or flowers...





John Corr was someone my aunt knew.





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That's Interesting

That's Interesting...

Dad29 points out a small spike in grain futures. By "small," I mean all the way to the lock limit; by "grain," I mean every grain. Oats, wheat, corn, and soybeans.

Curious. Now, why would something like that happen?

One possibility is that somebody knows something we don't know about food supplies. Another is that someone thinks gold has topped out, and is looking for another relatively safe store of value -- something that people are going to need, no matter what happens to the values of any given currency. Given the new evidence of serious upcoming instability, new sources of reliable value stores might simply be coming to the fore.

A third option arises if we consider two remarks of D29's source:

What this means is that it is entirely possible for exactly one trade to go off at the limit price and lock trading. You're stuck with whatever position you have at that point.

If you're short and you lock-limit up the good news is that the damage stops (for that day) there.

The bad news is that there's nothing you can do about the damage, up to and including being driven into a margin call, which can bankrupt you.
So maybe all that happened here is that a George Soros-type noticed that one of his competitors was in a bad position, and closed the book on him. That's actually the least worrying scenario: a single somebody ruthlessly destroying a competitor (or 'some competitors') is far better than the beginning of an ongoing spike in basic food prices. That latter is the sort of thing that destroys governments, nations, civilizations.

It's something worth watching, and thinking about carefully, if it continues when trading reopens. So is that bank thing (see "serious upcoming instability," above).

Mysore Rasam

Mysore Rasam

Someone on a comment board the other day broke into a discussion to announce that she'd just made a spicy tomato lentil broth that had to be consumed to be believed. I was so inspired that I got right on Amazon (two-day free shipping!) and ordered the Indian cookbook she said the recipe was in, and some "asafoetida," that being the only ingredient I couldn't scare up locally. I've only ever heard of this substance from Patrick O'Brian Aubrey/Maturin novels, where Dr. Maturin uses it to provide his doses with the horrible smell and taste his patients require in order to take any medicine seriously. What came in the mail didn't smell horrible at all. Anyway, recipes generally call for only a pinch.

Having finally assembled all the necessities, I cooked some up last night. It was as terrific as my correspondent had promised. Mysore Rasam is "spicy lentil broth," which called on me to puree the cooked lentils, let them settle, and draw off the broth from the top, reserving the lentils for another dish on another day. Weird. Then you add a tomato puree with turmeric, garlic, tamarind, coriander seed, cumin, pepper, and molasses before finishing off the whole thing with mustard-seed scented ghee, asafoetida, and chopped cilantro. The picture above is pretty close, though my recipe called for finer chopping and therefore had a more uniform color. The cookbook recommended sipping the hot, strong-smelling broth from a cup.

Today: glorious leftover rasam for lunch, and I'll have to think of something to do with the lentil puree.

This Indian food thing sounds like a good deal for us. Coriander/cilantro grows like crazy here, but most American recipes call for only a pinch. This recipe for about six cups of Mysore rasam called for an un-heard-of two tablespoons of ground coriander seed. If I cook from this book a couple of times a week, and it catches on with my neighbors, we might make a dent in the coriander seed supply.

Greatest obituary photo EVAR.

Kurt Albert, who died on September 27 aged 56, invented the “redpoint” or free style of climbing – in which the ascent is performed without technical aids.

Not a lot of people go out doing what they love.

The Beautiful Red Danube

The Beautiful Red Danube

This is the kind of pollution we ought to be focusing on instead of CO2: water pollution. A horrific toxic spill about 100 miles southwest of Budapest has killed an unknown number of people, destroyed a village, and killed every fish in some smaller waterways before pouring into the Danube.

The spill is 185 million gallons of "red sludge" from an aluminum plant, with a pH of 13, which is to say "Drano." The pH scale only goes to 14 on the alkaline side. The equivalent on the acidic side is battery acid. Per the BBC: The muddy red sludge is waste from the early stages of aluminium production. Aluminium-containing ore, bauxite, is washed at high temperatures in sodium hydroxide (lye). This dissolves the aluminium, which can then be processed further, but the red sludge is left behind as a waste product containing a mixture of oxides of iron (rust), aluminum silicon, calcium, titanium, sodium, and trace amounts of other nasties like mercury and lead. Officials are reported to be using calcium nitrate (saltpeter), calcium sulfate dihydrate (gypsum), and even huge quantities of acetic acid (vinegar) to try to counter the spill's highly caustic alkaline effects. The spill is now measured at between 8.5 and 9.3 pH at the confluence with the Danube. A pH of 8.5 is at the high end of normal alkalinity for surface water. A kitchen cleanser might have a pH of 9.3.

The world's dozen largest aluminum plants are in Australia, Brazil, and China. The United States ranks 35th in worldwide production with a million tons of aluminum a year. The three U.S. plants are in Louisiana and Texas. The Louisiana plant is on the Mississippi River, while the two Texas plants are both within 50 miles of my home in opposite directions on the coast. American plants differ from the Hungarian operation in that they store the metal-oxide product in a dry form. Although this "dry-stacking" is not legally required, manufacturers consider it safer and less toxic. The hot weather and flat terrain of the Texas and Louisiana Gulf Coast permit sludge ponds to dry quickly with what we all hope is a minimal risk of a levee breach. The trick is to keep the sludge damp enough to avoid blowing dust, but dry enough that heavy equipment can drive over it. American manufacturers then remove and recycle the caustic lye, which leaves a sludge waste with a more neutral pH that can be covered over and landscaped with plants that finalize the pH-normalization process. The material is still loaded with metals and remains contained by a levee. The main danger is flooding from massive tropical storms; so far, the designs have proved adequate.

When the Public Supports a Law

"OK, that ain't your girl right there"

Here's the difference between laws that stay on the books despite deep divisions over whether they should be enforced (Prohibition; immigration), and laws that the populace would instinctively enforce whether they were on the books or not. Eight-year-old Elisa was playing with half a dozen friends in the front yard in Fresno, California, one evening this week when a human predator approached them. Warned by nearby adults to run away, most of the girls escaped, but the predator managed to snatch Elisa and drive off. The witnesses gave immediate chase, and although they didn't catch him, they had a good description of the truck. An "Amber Alert" went out. Over 100 policemen started going door to door.

An Amber Alert galvanizes citizens who might be passively skeptical of law enforcement in other contexts. Within twelve hours, a young Fresno man caught sight of a red pickup truck that matched the description of the abductor's car and jumped in his car to follow it.

"I was yelling but I kept cutting him off so he would get off the road,” Perez told KFSN. “At first, it was just like a simple question, ‘I need to talk to you,’ and (Gonzalez) goes, ‘No, my truck is messing up. I need to leave,’ so I said ‘OK.’

“I didn’t see no little girl. So the second time I cut him off, the little girl stuck her head out. That’s when I said, ‘OK, that ain’t your girl right there.’ Because he was hiding her — like pushing her down."
Perez cut the truck off, enabling Elisa to jump out and escape. Later, operating on another tip, police arrested the driver, a gang member already on probation for domestic violence. “I’ve got to tell you, it was the highlight of my career seeing (the victim) and her mom unite in that hospital room,” said Fresno Police Chief Jerry Dyer.

Bravo, Mr. Perez. That lowlife whacked a hornet's next.

A Pub Joke

A Pub Joke:

I'm busy this week, and have little time to think. But perhaps you'd like a pub joke... told in the style of Geoffrey Chaucer.



That really is his style, and the bawdy parts not least.

Church Buildings That Aren't Awful

Church Buildings That Aren't Awful

Since we can't post images in the comments, I've been looking up the churches that several of you have linked to or mentioned in response to my earlier post. I'll update if you'll give me more links.

More views of the lovely Chapelle Notre-Dame-du-Haut at Ronchamp in northeastern France, design by Le Corbusier, completed 1954 (left).


The interior light wall:





Left: the swooping wings of the Cathedral of St. Mary of the Assumption in San Francisco, completed in 1971 from a design team including Pier Luigi Nervi.

The exterior doesn't do that much for me, but I've got to love this interior (right):





And this organ (left).




The Mission San Xavier del Bac (a/k/a La Golondrina) near Tucson, Arizona, late 18th century. Now that's what I call decoration! No austerity here.









Douglas mentioned the "meeting house" style, which doesn't have to be ugly at all.



This is one of my favorites: the Live Oak Friends Meeting House in Houston, Texas, built in 2001 with a distinctive "Skyspace" work by James Turell. Outside it's an almost aggressively plain clapboard work, a modern take on the basic early American rectangle.


The plain interior is transformed by the extraordinary skylight. These aren't tricks of artificial light, they're the changes that occur with sunlight every day. A Quaker meeting hall is laid out perfectly for a shape-note singing, with its pews facing an open square from four directions.











Here is my old Episcopal Christ Church Cathedral in Houston. The exterior shots don't really capture what's so nice about it, so I included a floorplan. This cathedral has all kinds of wonderful interior and exterior spaces.











Update: GunnerMk42 adds these:


Angel Fire Veteran's Memorial in New Mexico.










St. Malo Church, Colorado.

And he seconds the vote on the AFA Chapel, pictured in the comments.

Not Witch

~Witch:



Pity. We could use a good witch, so long as she was our witch.

A Very Odd Piece

A Very Odd Piece of Philosophy:

Professor of philosophy J. M. Bernstein tries to grasp the Tea Party. He's quite alarmed by us, but I don't think he really grasps the thing. Most likely the problem is that he's a fan of Hegel.

Tea Party anger is, at bottom, metaphysical, not political: what has been undone by the economic crisis is the belief that each individual is metaphysically self-sufficient, that one’s very standing and being as a rational agent owes nothing to other individuals or institutions. The opposing metaphysical claim, the one I take to be true, is that the very idea of the autonomous subject is an institution, an artifact created by the practices of modern life: the intimate family, the market economy, the liberal state. Each of these social arrangements articulate and express the value and the authority of the individual; they give to the individual a standing she would not have without them....

All the heavy lifting in Hegel’s account turns on revealing how human subjectivity only emerges through intersubjective relations, and hence how practices of independence, of freedom and autonomy, are held in place and made possible by complementary structures of dependence. At one point in his “Philosophy of Right,” Hegel suggests love or friendship as models of freedom through recognition. In love I regard you as of such value and importance that I spontaneously set aside my egoistic desires and interests and align them with yours: your ends are my desires, I desire that you flourish, and when you flourish I do, too. In love, I experience you not as a limit or restriction on my freedom, but as what makes it possible: I can only be truly free and so truly independent in being harmoniously joined with you; we each recognize the other as endowing our life with meaning and value, with living freedom. Hegel’s phrase for this felicitous state is “to be with oneself in the other.”

Hegel’s thesis is that all social life is structurally akin to the conditions of love and friendship; we are all bound to one another as firmly as lovers are, with the terrible reminder that the ways of love are harsh, unpredictable and changeable. And here is the source of the great anger: because you are the source of my being, when our love goes bad I am suddenly, absolutely dependent on someone for whom I no longer count and who I no longer know how to count; I am exposed, vulnerable, needy, unanchored and without resource. In fury, I lash out, I deny that you are my end and my satisfaction, in rage I claim that I can manage without you, that I can be a full person, free and self-moving, without you. I am everything and you are nothing.
Now, I shouldn't critique a Hegelian reading of anything, because I simply detest German Idealism. The whole field is nothing but indoor philosophy. My guess is that Dr. Bernstein is a specialist in Hegel, and probably has more insight into his work than I do.

Still, this is a reading of Hegel that is at odds with what I had understood him to be saying. Hegel rarely seemed to want you to set anything aside. His usual method was to argue for X, and then say that X is contradicted by Y, and that we must therefore have synthesis Z: but that X and Y and Z are all completely true, and continue to hold individually.

For example, consider a girl raised by an emotionally abusive mother. Our girl is dependent on the mother for her life and her identity, and learns to serve the mother. In time, though, she grows up and becomes capable of independence. She moves away, gets a job, supports herself. For a time, she cuts off communication with her mother. So now you have two ideas in conflict: what it is to be dependent, and what it is to be independent.

Now let us say that the girl, in having spent her early life in service to her mother, developed a sense of sympathy and pity for her mother. As an independent woman, she wants to remain involved in her mother's life; she wants to continue to have that social interaction, that sense of love that comes from family. However, she is no longer willing to be manipulated and abused.

Her independence is not set aside in order to create this new situation of neither-independent-nor-dependent. Rather, independence is a necessary condition for her being able to relate to her mother in a better way. The third way, the synthesis, relies on the existence of both of the original concepts. None of them 'go away': she must hold in her mind the bad aspects of dependence, and the beneficial pity that it engendered in her; the strength of independence, but also the sense of missing her mother; and only then can she manage the synthesis. The synthesis does not replace the earlier conditions, but bridges them, much as an actual bridge connects two cliffs. Remove either cliff, and the bridge falls.

If you want to insist on a Hegelian reading of the Tea Party movement, surely the way to read it would be that way: that it is a reaction against a destabilization of the synthesis by undermining the independence "cliff." The synthesis can't stand if we are no longer able to be independent: so we lose both the happy synthesis of an ordered communion with our fellow citizens, and the possibility of independence. All that remains is dependency.

Of course, as someone who wasn't that impressed with Hegel to begin with, I obviously wouldn't attempt to craft such a reading. The fact is that the good doctor is not right to say that "In truth, there is nothing that the Tea Party movement wants; terrifyingly, it wants nothing."

Of course we want something. What we want is the Constitution. Liberty by law. A space for the individual, so that he can choose to serve (or not): and then, if he does, he is a free knight lending his sword to the Republic, not a slave forced to render obedience and tribute. That's a metaphysical dispute only insofar as metaphysics includes aesthetics: which it very well may, given our recent discussions about the standing of the True and the Beautiful.

Earthquake

Earthquake:

Yesterday: 'Conservatives are barely-literate anti-intellectuals who detest the educated.'

Today: 'These Tea Party types are so deeply involved in reading ancient texts that they can't see the modern world.'

Did we feel a little tremor when we made that mental shift, or did it pass us unnoticed?

Soul-Sucking Architecture

Soul-Sucking Architecture

If church architecture is going to be soul-sucking, it ought to be in the sense of drawing the sinners in. This style of church architecture (an actual design by the firm my poor, deluded congregation has chosen) is more in the style of "suffer the automobiles to come unto Me."

Here's our perfectly charming existing building, whose only fault is that it's a little too small and suffers from the usual depradations of coastal climate.

A church elder whom I respect and admire oftens chides me gently, suggesting that I shouldn't be so hidebound about traditional forms of architecture. After all, our little church has been knocked down by hurricanes and rebuilt several times in our relatively brief history (this area wasn't much settled until after the Civil War). I don't disgree with him; I happen to like wildly nontraditional architecture.

What could be more beautiful than Notre-Dame-du-Haut at Ronchamps (left)? The problem, I think, is that only a very good architect can do a good job forging into new style territory, whereas even a mediocre architect can do a reasonable job sticking with the vernacular. Corpus Christi, the nearest source of architects, does not run to brilliant visionaries. We're going to end up with something like the first example above, which might as well be a dialysis center.




Ran

Ran:

For the Shakespeare lovers among you -- I'm looking at you, Cass -- Kurosawa's retelling of King Lear is on Hulu right now.



It's a good long film -- about three hours. Still and all, if you have time, there's a lot there. If any of you are inclined to watch it, and want to discuss it, this is a good place.

Map of the Mind

Map of the Mind

A map of European stereotypes:


No matter how I download it, I can't get the detail that would let you read the small letters, so just click over and see it. The site also has Europe as viewed by Americans, French, Germans, etc.

h/t ZeroHedge

Reality and Actuality

Reality and Actuality, Continued:

Htom asked for a break to put his thoughts in order before we reconvened on the subject of levels of reality -- that is, whether a thing can be "more real" than another. Here's St. Augustine on the subject:

Look around; there are the heaven and the earth. They cry aloud that they were made, for they change and vary. Whatever there is that has not been made, and yet has being, has nothing in it that was not there before. This having something not already existent is what it means to be changed and varied. Heaven and earth thus speak plainly that they did not make themselves: "We are, because we have been made; we did not exist before we came to be so that we could have made ourselves!" And the voice with which they speak is simply their visible presence. It was thou, O Lord, who madest these things. Thou art beautiful; thus they are beautiful. Thou art good, thus they are good. Thou art; thus they are. But they are not as beautiful, nor as good, nor as truly real as thou their Creator art. Compared with thee, they are neither beautiful nor good, nor do they even exist. These things we know, thanks be to thee. Yet our knowledge is ignorance when it is compared with thy knowledge.
That gives us two 'levels' of reality: God, and creation. The original claim of Mark Twain's suggested that a human creation could -- if it were also true and beautiful -- be "more real" than other things that were part of God's creation.

Confer with Tolkien's idea of sub-creation, and his creation myth in the Silmarillion. Human nature has a capacity to seize upon the True and the Beautiful as they are in other things. We can separate them intellectually from the things they are in, and think about why they are beautiful. We can take things that are imperfectly beautiful, and imagine how to make them more so. We can, in our arts, make them actually more beautiful.

Now you have Twain at Wagner's performance. Here is a distillation, in art, of what is true and beautiful. It is "artificial," because it is a work of art. It is also more real, because it is closer to the perfection that lies at the highest level of reality. This, I think, is what Twain meant: and I think it is right.



Good line

A Good Line:

I always appreciate a clever turn of phrase. This one is from Ed Morrissey:

Right now, [Obama's] got the stature of a Carter, who managed the US into malaise and then argued that we should learn to live with it.

Freedom and the Social Contract

Freedom and the Social Contract

John Mauldin posted a hodgepodge of thoughts today touching on freedom and the social contract. He (or his sources) summarized the Enlightenment view on three areas of human freedom:

  1. Political freedom (voting the incompetents out, separation of powers)

  2. Social freedom (freedom of worship, sending one’s children to the school of one’s choice, creating a union, etc.)

  3. Economic freedom (the ability to create a business, hire or fire employees, etc., regulated by contract law between acting parties).

What the philosophers of the 18th century argued was that the Church had to move out of the political sphere, and the State out of the other two.

Sounds good to me. He describes how these different freedoms may manifest themselves:
In Hong Kong, . . . we enjoy one of the freest societies in the World: we have total social freedom, total economic freedom but yet very little political freedom. Still, I believe this compares extremely well with what we have in France, where the church of Marxism has invaded the State and the educational system, destroying both, while the obese State has invaded the social and economic sphere, leaving entrepreneurs without oxygen. As Tocqueville expected, we have moved towards a strange and benign “molle dictature“ [soft dictatorship].

Then he explains how he thinks different societies can successfully adopt very different strategies for liberty:

[T]here are lots of good things – justice, wealth, individual liberty, social stability, security, equity – and we cannot maximize all of them at once. Trade-offs among these ultimate values must be made and that is what politics is about. Societies create a set of trade-offs by negotiation (and by the way democratic elections are not in themselves a mechanism for making these trade-offs; they are simply a mechanism for transmitting information to the agents who are negotiating the trade-offs; so it is a fallacy to presume as many do that only via democratic elections can a society achieve a “true” bargain) . . . .

Among the societies we describe as democratic capitalist there are vast differences in the bargains and hence in the nature of economic activity. America tolerates levels of instability, crime, inequality and pernicious religious zealotry that Europeans and Japanese consider absurd, but it gets in return a much more dynamic entrepreneurial system of wealth creation. Japanese willingly accept levels of social conformity that Westerners consider bizarre, but achieves a high level of social stability and tremendous success in economic areas (such as high precision manufacturing), where self-disciplined social cohesion is a plus.

Here's a good t-shirt on the subject.

Cathedral

Cathedrals:

When might we go to the stars?

When could we launch a 10 ton interstellar probe to Alpha Centauri based on these calculations? Assume 75 years as the maximum travel time that might be acceptable to mission scientists and assume a rendezvous rather than a flyby mission, acknowledging the need to acquire substantial amounts of data at the destination.

As to propulsion options, Millis works with two possibilities, the first being an ideal case that assumes 100% conversion of stored energy into kinetic energy of the vehicle (think ‘idealized beam propulsion’ or even some kind of space drive), the second being an advanced rocket with an exhaust velocity of 0.03c.

The result: The earliest launch for a 75-year probe is 2247, with a nominal date of 2463. This assumes idealized propulsion[.]
Once, men designed and began work on cathedrals that they knew they would not live to see finished. They trusted in those who came after them to carry on their work, until the spires reached to the heavens. It was worth investing their lives in works they would never live to finish, because they did it for the glory of God.

Today, there are still such men.

Think of us?

What Do Global Warming Types Think of Skeptics?

Well, let's go to the tape.



Thanks for clarifying! Of course, since the debate is over, what more needs be said?

Zero Tolerance for Public Schools

Zero Tolerance for Public Schools

I've been enjoying Greg Sullivan's curmudgeonly "Maine Family Robinson" series on the new RightNetwork. (Sullivan publishes the Sippican Cottage blog as well.) The newest article addresses one of my favorite topics: parents who stand up to absurd public schools. The Sullivan family always assumed they'd have to supplement the mediocre education on offer, but they pulled the plug completely and began to home-school when the craziness reached an intolerable level:

We have had personal experience with "zero tolerance" policies at schools our own children attended, and can testify that what they really mean is that the school administrators will tolerate no brake on their behavior. They will brook no discussion of their approach. The rules will be enforced capriciously, and the whim of a public school administrator can seem very capricious indeed to a sensible person, but under no circumstances will any parent or any other citizen have any input into what goes on in a school anymore. It is the same dynamic that prompts poorly informed and unreasonable people to simply call anyone who questions them in any way "a denier." It is not the issue that is being decided. Who decides is being decided. Here's a hint, parents: It's never you.