Bjørn Stærk's Max 256 Blog

So you think you know what's going on

2008-10-11T12:53:00.004+02:00

Weekend music selection: Yin; yang; hippies; commies.

Front Line Assembly - Prophecy

Delerium - Terra Firma

Randy Alvey and Green Fuz - Green Fuz

New Model Army - You Weren't There

Et par debatt-tråder

2008-10-09T17:05:00.002+02:00

Nettdebatter er ofte skuffende, fordi folk gir seg i det man har fått gravd seg ned til kjernen av saken, men her er to jeg nylig har hatt glede av:

Hos Nekropolis, den historiske bloggen, om offentlige unskyldninger til undertrykte minoriteter
Hos Vox Populi, om presidentvalget i USA, Sarah Palin og valgkampstrategi

Kort oppsummert: For det første, mot det andre.

Jujitsu time

2008-10-08T22:28:00.005+02:00

In Nixonland, Rick Perlstein tells the story of why American conservatives and liberals hate each other. Europeans who sympathize with Democrats see only half the story: American politics is divided into two mutually antagonistic worldviews. And the form this split takes today was born in the 1960's, when what seemed like a consensus on mainstream liberalism was fractured over race, war, and the counterculture. When this cultural civil war began, Democrats ruled the South and stood firmly behind the war in Vietnam. When the dust had settled, the Democratic party had torn itself apart, and conservative Republicans had risen up on the anger of the white middle class - people who didn't want to be lectured to by establishment elites, and thought of war protesters as spoiled and cowardly traitors. The anger on display here, the hatred between young and old, is shocking. It's not just the big acts of violence, it's the everyday meanness, the sense of desperation, the sense that the other side will destroy the nation. Perlstein is a liberal and it shows, but he's too young to have a personal stake in the 60's, and too honest to make this a morality play. All sides are portrayed in ugly detail, and in some amoral sense Richard Nixon himself comes out of it the most sympathetic. He's a dangerous crook, but he understands the voters, and boldly surfs their new anxieties to the White House. Like Nixon, Nixonland is mean and ugly and sadly relevant, (yes even to Norwegian politics).

I'd rather use a nuclear bomb

2008-10-07T23:17:00.000+02:00

"I still think we ought to take the dikes out now," Nixon offered. "I think - will that drown people?"

"Zhat will drown about two hundred thousand people."

"Oh, well, no, no. I'd rather use a nuclear bomb. Have you got that ready?"

"Zhat, I think, would be too much. Too much."

"The nuclear bomb. Does that bother you? I just want you to think big, Henry, for Christ's sakes!"

Kissinger paused, taken aback. He collected himself, eventually responding with the one thing he knew would talk the president down from his flight of fantasy: "I think we're going to make it." Until Election Day, he probably meant; Saigon would hold on at least until then.

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

A monument to curiosity

2008-10-07T09:56:00.003+02:00

Steven LeVine talks about the murder of Anna Politkovskaya, the Russian journalist.

Philip Pan talks about freedom and repression in China.

Frank Wilczek explains the Large Hadron Collider. And there's a silly LHC rap. Physics nerds are so awesome.

Whose America was but a memory

2008-10-06T20:19:00.003+02:00

"Anyone who appears on the streets of a city like Kent with long hair, dirty clothes, or barefooted deserves to be shot," a Kent resident told a researcher.

"Do I have your permission to quote that?"

"You sure do. It would have been better if the Guard had shot the whole lot of them that morning."

"But you had three sons there."

"If they didn't do what the Guards told them, they should have been mowed down."

A letter to Life later that summer read, "It was a valuable object lesson to homegrown advocates of anarchy and revolution, regardless of age."

Time had called the Silent Majority "not so much shrill as perplexed," possessed of "a civics-book sense of decency." Pity poor Time, whose America was but a memory.

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

At Northwestern, students carried a flag upside down, the symbol for distress. "A hefty man in work clothes," according to Time, tried to grab it, saying, "That's my flag! I fought for it! You have no right to it!" The kids started arguing. "There are millions of people like me," he responded. "We're fed up with your movement. You're forcing us into it. We'll have to kill you. All I can see is a lot of kids blowing a chance I never had."

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

Death from overwork

2008-10-05T16:08:00.004+02:00

Jesse Venbrux makes strange little computer games and gives them away for free. Go have fun:

Karoshi - Where the object on each level is to find a way to kill yourself.
Mubbly Tower - Where you construct a tower and must keep it standing while defending against shiny happy enemies with your own shiny happy defenders.
Execution - Where you execute a prisoner. Yes.
Paperblast - A shooter where you don't control the shooting.

And much more.

Through the looking glass with Richard Nixon

2008-10-05T15:57:00.001+02:00

"The president dictated eight memos outlining a public relations push-back. It was part of the foreign policy game. De-escalation was contingent on [North Vietnam] believing Nixon would escalate; which was contingent upon keeping presidential approval ratings high; which was contingent on the appearance of de-escalation. As one of the big syndicated columnists, Roscoe Drummond, observed, only grasping one-tenth of the complexity, unless Vietnam looked to be winding down, 'popular opinion will roll over him as it did LBJ.' At which Nixon thundered upon his printed news summary, 'E&K - Tell him that RN is less affected by press criticism and opinion than any Pres in recent memory.' Because he was the president most affected by press criticism and opinion of any president in recent memory. Which if known would make him look weak. And any escalatory bluff would be impossible. Which would keep him from credibility as a de-escalator; which would block his credibility as an escalator; which would stymie his ability to de-escalate; and then he couldn't 'win' Vietnam - which in his heart he didn't believe was possible anyway.

Through the looking glass with Richard Nixon: this stuff was better than LSD."

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

Their new unpopularity

2008-10-04T20:50:00.003+02:00

"[NBC producer Lew Koch] was inordinately proud of what they'd produced - 1968's version of Bull Connor's fire hoses: glorious moral theater, naked evil being visited upon innocents. He repaired to NBC headquarters at the Merchandise Mart after that first broadcast filled with self-satisfaction. A sympathizer with the antiwar movement, he thought he had advanced their cause considerably. The assignment editor asked him to help with the phones; the switchboard was overwhelmed.

The first call: 'I saw those cops beating the kids - right on for the cops!'

Another: 'You fucking commies!' He was referring to NBC - as if they had instigated the riots.

The calls kept coming, dozens. They came to all the networks, for days upon days. Some people saw noble cops innocently defending themselves. Others accused the networks of hiring cops to beat up kids to spice up the show. Lew Koch was so shaken by the experience, he left for a soul-searching six-month leave of absence."

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

"Godfrey Hodgson wrote of the media about-face: 'They had been united, as rarely before, by their anger at Mayor Daley. Now they learned that the great majority of Americans sided with Daley, and against them. It was not only the humiliation of discovering that they had been wrong; there was also alarm at the discovery of their new unpopularity. Bosses and cops, everyone knew, were hated; it seemed that newspapers and television were hated even more.'"

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

Today's evening news replacement

2008-10-04T12:46:00.002+02:00

New York Times correspondent Dexter Filkins talks about his experiences in Afghanistan and Iraq:

Jacob Weisberg talks about the life and character of George W. Bush:

OMG!!1! Two hours of talking! Brain hurts .. must .. find .. funny .. cat .. picture. Aaaah:

I scratch but you don't itch

2008-10-04T12:18:00.004+02:00

This weekend's music selection, a varied mix: Nobodys by name and reputation; angry people in a ruined factory (wouldn't you be?); medieval queens were probably not great singers; and no that isn't Ricky Gervais.

Nobodys - I Scratch

Front Line Assembly - Millenium

Faun - Königin

VNV Nation - Legion

Two-thirds of Chicago cops called themselves racists

2008-10-03T22:12:00.004+02:00

"Chicago cops had been angry for years. In 1960, after a corruption scandal, they had inherited a new police superintendent, Orlando W. Wilson, who was a college professor, one of the founders of the academic discipline of criminal justice. They saw him as an ivory-tower puritan, obsessed with showing arrests for the kind of 'victimless' crimes - drinking, whoring, gambling - by which cops from time immemorial had padded their weekly pay envelopes by looking the other way. [..] They hated him for his policy of replacing retiring white commanders with Negroes (40 percent of new sergeants were black his first year); in one survey, two-thirds of Chicago cops called themselves racists. These cops hated him most especially for holding them back from busting 'civil rights' troublemakers. During the riots in 1966, ten thousand officers working twelve-hour patrols felt as if they were hardly allowed to arrest anyone. Sixty-four quit that June alone, thirty-seven before they were eligible for pensions.

Wilson quit in 1967. His successor continued his policies. One of his first acts had been to shut down a Ku Klux Klan cell operating within the force, with its own arsenal of firearms and hand grenades."

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

"The pundits said [Robert] Kennedy was a uniter. The facts showed he was a divider. But to an Establishment hungry beyond measure for signs of consensus, the myth answered a psychic need. Moderates can be seized by ideological fever dreams as much as extremists; it has always been thus."

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

Well, somebody's going to get hurt

2008-10-02T18:51:00.001+02:00

"On Januar 31, 1967, Secretary of State Dean Rusk, flanked by eight security guards, briefed some one hundred student-government presidents and campus-newspaper editors who had signed a letter questioning the war: football players, fraternity presidents, mainstream kids, stunned into silence by the obvious lies their secretary of state expected them to believe.

A kid from Michigan State: 'Mr. Secretary, what happens if we continue the policy you've outlined ... this continued gradual escalation until the other side capitulates ... up to and including nuclear war, and the other side doesn't capitulate?'

Rusk leaned back, hissed forth a stream of tobacco smoke, and solemnly replied, 'Well, somebody's going to get hurt.'

Here, before their eyes, was the maniacal air force general Buck Turgidson from Dr. Strangelove. The room drew silent, their thoughts as one: My God, the secretary of state is crazy.

The madness was not hard to spot, if you chose to spot it. The problem was facing the wrath of all those decent Americans who didn't want to face that their government was mad."

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

"Hangers-on urged [George] Romney to run in the open to build his national following and prove his grasp of the issues. His statehouse aides cringed: they knew the last thing that would help their boss was to rehearse in public. He was too damned forthright, too earnest - especially about Vietnam. He grappled with it honestly. Which would make what he said sound absurd, since everyone else was in denial or lying."

- Rick Perlstein, Nixonland

How I failed in business and in life

2008-10-01T17:44:00.003+02:00

"Go to a bookstore, and look at the business shelves: you will find plenty of books telling you how to make your first million, or your first quarter-billion, etc. You will not be likely to find a book on "how I failed in business and in life"—though the second type of advice is vastly more informational, and typically less charlatanic. Indeed, the only popular such finance book I found that was not quacky in nature—on how someone lost his fortune—was both self-published and out of print. Even in academia, there is little room for promotion by publishing negative results—though these are vastly more informational and less marred with statistical biases of the kind we call data snooping. So all I am saying is, "What is it that we don't know", and my advice is what to avoid, no more."

- Nassim Nicholas Taleb

"I tell people don't get your representation of the news from television, because it hits you in a part of your brain, and the way it hits you is much more the story than if you'd read it. And if you read it, it's much more distorting if you read words than if you're reading statistics."

- Nassim Nicholas Taleb

I prefer the term "survivor"

2008-09-28T18:25:00.004+02:00

So what would really happen after the world ends? Peter Bagge's answer in Apocalypse Nerd isn't very different from anyone else's: The survivors of North Korea's nuclear attack on Seattle would remain civilized until their first missed meal, and then turn on each other like starved animals. So maybe in real life they wouldn't turn so quickly into desperate killers as Perry and Gordo does here, but then again I've never gone to bed hungry, so what do I know? The style is very Bagge: Down-to-earth slapstick with bitter humor - much more bitter than in his Hate comics. The survivors are not actually forced by circumstance to become barbarians, it's more like they've been given an excuse to think they have no choice, and eagerly take it, (bemoaning what they've become while they rob the houses of their victims). It's almost funny. Almost.

Btw, go read Peter Bagge's political strips at Reason.

The external appearance of thought

2008-09-28T15:53:00.004+02:00

"Here's the whole story of how Fain the Gardener became Fain the Sorcerer. But I'll tell it quickly by leaving out the lies." In my project to read everything by the satirist Steve Aylett, (well somebody should), I've come to his one contribution to fantasy. Fain the Sorcerer is a 90 page riff on fairy tale conventions and time travel. Fain, on escaping from the royal castle where he's failed to revive the enchanted princess, (a local tradition because it gives people "something to think about other than what is important"), comes across a lunatic who grants three wishes. Fain wishes the ability to travel backwards in time, does so, and immediately returns for three new wishes. And so on. Through elaborate attempts to avoid the loopholes of wish-granters, ("I wish to be able to see in the dark, and by this I do not mean to be able merely to see the darkness, but to see in the darkness as though it were illuminated, though without conflagration"), Fain gains many useful powers (and some useless ones), visits remote kingdoms, fights the evil wizard, woos the princess, and goes on a reckless rampage throughout the timeline. And there's the usual Aylettian linguistic bombshells and satirical stabs, though less than in Slaughtermatic. Read it, and read Aylett.

Remember when there were smart programs on TV?

2008-09-28T10:52:00.003+02:00

FORA.tv is a video site that wants to make you smarter. Without saying anything bad about YouTube and its imitators, this is a rare ambition on the web today. FORA.tv gathers videos of speeches, lectures and panel debates on topics such as politics, science and culture. The videos are long, often boring, and rarely contain even a single TV-worthy soundbite. It's my favourite new website in a long while - this is what's missing from television. In such a gathering of public intellectuals, academics and activists, you'll inevitably suffer many silly and eccentric speakers, and if that is enough to scare you away I recommend you go watch this freaking hilarious dramatic chipmunk on YouTube. For the rest of you, here are some recommendations to start with:

I already linked to Nassim Nicholas Taleb, who is a bad speaker, but has important things to say, (a common combination).
A panel on propaganda. Skip the first speaker, and my favourite part (about the Solidarity movement in Poland) begins at chapter 15.
This second part from the same conference talks about the science of manipulation. My favourite part is with Frank Luntz from chapter 9.
Walt Mossberg talks about cellphones and internet technology.
Sudhir Venkatesh talks about his book Gang Leader For a Day, about what he learned from his friendship with a Chicago gang leader.

Skweee like a pig

2008-09-27T21:32:00.005+02:00

Music reviews have become pointless. Why describe, when you can link to a video and let people decide for themselves? This weekend's music selection is all strange Scandinavian funk with a horrible but Google-unique name.

Mesak - Popkumm:

Beem - Muni:

Uday - Ghetto Bomb:

Remarkable to behold and difficult to understand

2008-09-27T16:00:00.002+02:00

I know there's something happening in David Lindsay's 1920 novel A Voyage to Arcturus, but I don't know what it is. Maskull travels (by improbably means) to a remote planet, a young and wild world where the local Creator and Devil still walks about, and the landscape changes by the minute. People's bodies correspond to their different personalities, and Maskull's body and worldview changes to match the people he meet. Compassionate people have extra organs to sense the emotions of others, while cruel people have an extra eye that projects pure will-power. He meets a sort of buddhist, a musician who plays ugly-beautiful music that kills people, and a person of a third sex. David Lindsay's purpose is philosophy, not satire as in many such stories of fantastic journeys, but I have no idea what he's trying to say. It's like an ambitious art film: Someone clearly put a lot of thought into it, but don't ask me what the scene where the clown shoots Jesus means. A Voyage to Arcturus is an unfathomable allegory of something-or-other, and that's not for me. I like it less because I have Jurgen by James Branch Cabell to compare it to. Jurgen was published at about the same time, and walks in more or less the same territory, but is one of my favourite novels. Jurgen is a hard-hitting classic of philosophical fantasy, (and read also Cabell's The Silver Stallion.) A Voyage of Arcturus is only imaginative.

Og du da, er du for eller mot rasetenkning?

2008-09-25T22:43:00.002+02:00

Document.no's oppsummering av deres langvarige leserdebatt om rase og kultur er deprimerende lesning. Jon Eirik Lundberg konkluderer med at leserne deres delte seg opp i to leire: for eller mot rasetenkning. Jepp, man har i seks måneder diskutert om man er for eller mot inndeling av menneskeheten i raser med signifikante genetiske forskjeller, og hvilken rolle dette eventuelt spiller i aktuelle kriser og konflikter. Jeg skal ikke beskylde Hans Rustad for rasistiske oppfatningene, tvert i mot. Jeg skal heller ikke spille det avskyelige "sånt kan man da ikke si offentlig!"-kortet og be om "sensur" eller "redaktøransvar". Det som gjør meg trist er det klare bildet denne debatten gir av noe som har gått galt, et forfeilet prosjekt. For selv om alt skal kunne debatteres, er ikke alle debatter verdifulle, og som politikkblogger hadde jeg en gang en drøm om at vi kunne bygge noe bedre på nettet enn det som fantes i midtstrømsmediene. Om man bare fikk samlet alle de engasjerte, smarte amatørene som ikke slapp til ellers, så ville vi få til noe vakkert. Men det viste seg at engasjerte, smarte amatører ofte er ganske dumme de også. Document.no-debatten framviser beleste idioter av mange slag, med løsslupne nazist-beskyldninger, misbruk av evolusjonsbiologi, og hjertesukk over at de hvite mistet makten i Sør-Afrika. Det er så smart og velformulert, og det er så feil og bortkastet. Document.no sikter høyere enn de fleste, og det står det respekt av, men når noen spør meg hvorfor jeg mistror verdien av nettdebatter er det dit jeg sender dem.

The future has always been crazier than we thought

2008-09-25T08:38:00.003+02:00

Skip the evening news today, and instead watch this talk by Nassim Nicholas Taleb, where he summarizes his wonderful book on unpredictable surprises, The Black Swan. Favourite provocation: If you're skeptical towards bishops, but believe in the stock market, you're a hypocrite.

With a horribly human intelligence

2008-09-23T21:07:00.002+02:00

William Hope Hodgson's 1908 novel The House on the Borderland isn't good, but it's flawed in a memorable and pioneering way. Hodgson writes like a less angsty H. P. Lovecraft, with "inhumanly human" swine-monsters emerging from a bottomless Pit to threaten an isolated house in Ireland. My favourite part foreshadows the "defend your home against the undead army" scene in a zombie movie. The second half is a vision of the end of the world, where the main character fast-forwards through the future at ever-increasing speeds, until both the Earth and the Sun is dead. It's time-lapse photography in writing, secular in content but Biblical in style. And there's an alternate dimension, containing a huge replica of the main character's house and the ghost-like love of his life. All this in less than 100 pages. The House on the Borderland makes no sense whatsoever. It jumps incoherently from one strange event to another, never really trying to tie them together. It's not even confusing. What it has going for it is its proto-Lovecraftian style, and I'm not surprised to learn that Lovecraft was a fan. He was also a better writer. But still - memorable, oh yes! (And I might just check out the comic book version.)

The deaf will be very hard of hearing

2008-09-23T18:57:00.004+02:00

Pundits who, in these exciting times, are eager to loosen the reins on their inner prophet, will find inspiration in the words of Rabelais from Pantagrueline Prognostication for 1533:

"This year, the blind will see very little; the deaf will be very hard of hearing; the dumb will hardly speak; the rich will keep themselves somewhat better than the poor, and the healthy than the sick. Many sheep, oxen, pigs, geese, pullets and ducks will die, whilst among monkeys and dromedaries the mortality will be less cruel. Old age will prove incurable this year because of the years gone by. Sufferers from pleurisy will have great pains in their sides; those who suffer from a runny belly will frequently go to the jakes; this year catarrhs will flow down from the brain to the lower limbs; and there will all but universally reign an illness most horrible, redoubtable, malignant, perverse, frightening and nasty which will so confuse everybody that they will never know what wood to use for their arrows, and will often madly write treatises in which they argue about the philosopher's stone; Averroës (in Book Seven of the Colliget) calls it Shortage of cash."

I'm in the loop I am the loop

2008-09-21T16:19:00.002+02:00

Weekend music selection: An electronic kitten, and ravens with bagpipes (yes!)

Miss Kittin - Wash 'n' Dry:

Miss Kittin - Professional Distortion:

Corvus Corax - Suam Elle Ires

Corvus Corax - Hymnus Cantica:

Abstractions four or five or six times removed from reality

2008-09-21T15:09:00.005+02:00

Jack Vance takes a sociologist's approach to SF in the three novels collected in The Jack Vance Reader, the first I've read of him: Emphyrio, about a repressive guild-based welfare state, where an old legend inspires a young man to non-conformity. The Languages of Pao, about mass-scale social engineering, where a world's ruler brings in outside linguists to make his people speak (and therefore think) like warriors, merchants, and engineers. And The Domains of Koryphon, from a world where human colonists compete with other races for land. In all these stories, the focus is on social forces and mass psychology, not at the expense of characters, but as the nuanced backdrop against which the characters act. I'll single out (at random) The Domains of Koryphon (aka The Gray Prince) for praise: Vance brings his eye for social dynamics to the issues of colonization and slavery, taking a provoking approach where the colonial landlords are morally wrong but realistic, while their urban, intellectual critics are naive hypocrites. Some have called it a racist novel with a message of might makes right, which is stupid. This is a story for adults who don't turn their brains off when they read. The Domains of Koryphon is not meant to comfort, but to provoke ideas. The moral high ground of the human landlords does makes it a problematic novel, though, and it's more fair to criticize it than to neuter it with the label of escapism. Even so, I'll return for more of Vance's speculative sociology.