Plagiarism

The recent news coverage of Barack Obama’s supposed “plagiarism” stirred up once again the confused pot of ideas I have or seem to have about originality and the overselling of same in the form of “intellectual property rights.”

Due to the unprecedented way my cortical convolutions took shape in the latter stages of my embryonic life, the thought occurred that Obama might be using a passage he had delivered in the past (whether he personally wrote it or not) that his friend Patrick Duval had borrowed and used during his campaign in Massachusetts. So Obama might actually be “plagiarizing himself.”

I’m not saying that’s what happened. In fact, that probably did not happen. I’m just saying it can happen, and certainly has happened.

Richard A. Posner, in his informative and entertaining Little Book of Plagiarism, offers several amusing instances of “self-plagiarism.” Anyone who has read Tristram Shandy cannot fail to be impressed by the range of its author’s scholarship—until you learn that Laurence Sterne lifted most of the recondite passages virtually intact from secondary sources. So he was a bit of a copyist, to say the least. But did he go too far when he “sent letters to his mistress that he had copied years earlier from letters he’d written to his wife”? As Posner notes, “His plagiarism could do no harm to anybody; only the discovery of it could.” [pp. 41–42] Just as with modern American politicians.

The Roman poet Martial makes note of a cockeyed version of self-plagiarism. According to Posner, in the first century A.D. “[a] plagarius was someone who either stole someone else’s slave or enslaved a free person.” In one of his epigrams, “Martial applied the term metaphorically to another poet, whom Martial accused of having claimed authorship of verses Martial had written,” Posner says. “It is unclear, however, whether he meant that the other poet had passed off Martial’s verses as his own or had claimed sole ownership (the verses were his slaves), precluding Martial’s claiming authorship.” [p. 50]

In our theoretical modern example of Martial’s dilemma, Obama would be censured for stealing Patrick’s words, when in fact he was the author. Again, this was almost certainly not the case. Probably what made me think of this possibility was the not-at-all-theoretical problem faced by Ambrose Bierce when he collected his sarcastic definitions, written over many years and printed in the periodical press, and published them in book form as The Devil’s Dictionary. As Bierce writes in the preface to his book:

The Devil’s Dictionary was begun in a weekly paper in 1881, and was continued in a desultory way and at long intervals until 1906. In that year a large part of it was published in covers with the title The Cynic’s Word Book, a name which the author had not the power to reject nor the happiness to approve. To quote the publishers of the present work:

“This more reverent title had previously been forced upon him by the religious scruples of the last newspaper in which a part of the work had appeared, with the natural consequence that when it came out in covers the country already had been flooded by its imitators with a score of ‘cynic’ books—The Cynic’s This, The Cynic’s That, and The Cynic’s t’Other. Most of these books were merely stupid, though some of them added the distinction of silliness. Among them, the brought the word ‘cynic’ into disfavor so deep that any book bearing it was discredited in advance of publication.”

Meantime, too, some of the enterprising humorists of the country had helped themselves to such parts of the work as served their needs, and many of its definitions, anecdotes, phrases, and so forth, had become more or less current in popular speech. This explanation is made, not with any pride of priority in trifles, but in simple denial of possible charges of plagiarism, which is no trifle. In merely resuming his own the author hopes to be held guiltless by those to whom the work is addressed—enlightened souls who prefer dry wines to sweet, sense to sentiment, wit to humour and clean English to slang.

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Terser

Okay, I’ve got a thing about verbal economy, but maybe this is too damn parsimonious.

A while back the online magazine Smith presented a six-word “story” by Ernest Hemingway:

For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.

A remarkably concise tale indeed—pathos concretized pithily. Smith invited its readers to go mano-a-mano with Papa, and six-word memoirs from its readers came pouring in. The best were culled, and a book was born: Not Quite What I Was Planning, now available from your neighborhood bookseller.

Here are a few examples from the Amazon blurb:

  • Found true love, married someone else.
  • After Harvard, had baby with crackhead.

A few more from the Smith site:

  • This place is getting borderline crowded.
  • Married with children (and second thoughts).
  • Brush with Death; Comb with Life.
  • Interrupted invisible burnings always bright beneath.
  • I grew into an abusive child.

I’m trying hard to like these things. Some are clever, but something is bugging me. Maybe it’s the preponderance of abstract words. Or maybe it’s the syntax—too many words need to be supplied by the reader. Is that what makes them start to sound like snippets from the personal ads, or telegrams? Maybe six words is six words too few. Maybe twelve is really the lower limit for a reasonable intellectual or emotional payoff. Even then, what we get might be more like an aphorism or witticism than a “memoir” or “story.”

I think Hemingway’s sixer was pretty darn good (even though it, too, reads like a classified ad). I don’t know if I’ll seek out more.

Addendum 2008.03.02: Last week Salon got into the act. The results to date are not encouraging.

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Hillary

I voted for Hillary Clinton today in the DC Democratic primary.

Why? Let me put it this way. The Homer Simpsons and Montgomery Burnses and Mayor Quimbys and Kent Brockmans have been in charge forever and have managed to make a pretty good mess of things. It’s long past time for Lisa Simpson to have a chance to run the show.

Do you find Lisa Simpson insufferable? A bit of a know-it-all? Sure, we all do. Do you prefer Bart’s high jinks and dirty tricks? Homer’s lovable incompetence and intellectual laziness? Mayor Quimby’s comfortable if predictable blasts of hot air? Can’t help admiring the undeniable cleverness and longevity of Mr. Burns? Can’t get enough BS “news” out of your TV screen? Stick with the guys, then. They’re totally screwed up—in a sometimes entertaining, sometimes destructive way.

No, I didn’t vote for Clinton just because she’s a woman. But it sure didn’t hurt.

Links for the incurably curious:

  • eriposte at The Left Coaster on preferring Clinton (quite a lot of detail I wouldn’t have had the patience to compile)
  • Stanley Fish categorizes the responses to his blog entry on “Hillary hatred” (not just from the right, mind you)
  • The castration fears of Chris Matthews (speaking for his cohort)
  • Paul Krugman on the “Clinton rules” (and boy did some of his erstwhile admirers turn on him)

As Jimmy Durante used to say, “I got a million of ’em!”

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Newsbits

A day in the life …

Today it was announced that the legendary British band Deep Purple will perform in the Kremlin this month as part of the 25th anniversary celebration for Gazprom, the biggest extractor of natural gas in the world. Attendance will be by invitation only. Possible attendees include Russian President Vladimir Putin and Prime Minister Dmitry Medvedev. The latter is also president of the Board of Directors of Gazprom, not to mention the beneficiary of Putin’s nod to succeed him. It turns out Deep Purple is Medvedev’s favorite group, and “Smoke on the Water” his favorite song.

Meanwhile, the head of the Moscow Guild of Markets and Street Fairs, Yevgeny Chivilikhin, was gunned down in an apparent contract killing. He escaped an earlier attempt on his life at the same spot in the summer of 2006 when he stepped inside No. 4 Leningrad Prospect seconds before a bomb went off. Chivilikhin was also codirector of the trade group Timiryazevsky.

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Biding

This is absolutely pathetic, and I don’t recommend it to my younger readers out there, but I’m creating an utterly meaningless blog entry just so that the month of January 2008 appears in the archive list.

I’m not going to make excuses. That would be as boring for me to write as for you to read. I’m not going to point at some other blogs that have been relatively quiet, as if to say, “Hey, that’s what winter is all about. Fields lie fallow. We sleep a lot, perchance to dream.” And so on.

Now, it is true that I’ve read several interesting books and would like to write something pithy and interesting about them to prove to myself that I understood and retained just a bit of them. It strikes me that February would be a good month to do that. So hold your breath, count to 10 to the tenth, and maybe find a pretty book review or two in the Basement.

I’m also overdue for a comment or two about Russia. Lots of stuff keeps happening there, for some reason.

In the meantime, go visit the new blog created by a colleague, Energy For Us All. It’s devoted to renewable energy, and I think it shows great potential.

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Triples

I learned something new today. (Did I learn something new yesterday? Hmm …) It’s New Year’s Eve, and I bought a beer I’d never tried—Bell’s Sparkling Ale. I’d tried several Bell’s brews and found them all excellent. Well, here’s how they tempt you on the back label of the tipple at hand: “Fill your glass and toast your friends with this special brew. Our take on the ‘glass of the bubbly,’ Sparkling Ale is an American Triple—light in color with a subtle fruit body.” I understood the “glass of the bubbly” part, but what the heck is a triple, American or otherwise? I know what a triple is in baseball, and I vaguely recall encountering it in my days editing a physics and math journal. But a triple ale?

Turns out it’s a beer with a higher-than-normal alcohol content. Some set the bar at 9%, and Bell’s Sparkling Ale is advertised at just that.

So now you enter 2008 knowing that, too, whether you care or not. Happy New Year!

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Space

Sunday was Show Us Your Blog Space Day. I found out about it (belatedly) over at the Newsrack Blog, whose proprietor was invited to participate. I figure my invitation was lost in the mail or something (this being the busy holiday season for the good old US Postal Service).

I hadn’t realized there was a pent-up demand for peeking at other people’s “work spaces,” or whatever you want to call them. But I guess it’s human nature, еspecially in these virtual times we live in, to be curious about how other people structure their personal space—their actual physical living place; or let it be structured, if we might assume the existence of a countervailing nonhuman structuring force that bugs the control freaks but provides such a cozy world for the inspired, the distracted, the … slobs.

Be that as it may,* as a semiconscientious blogger who may have a devoted reader, I feel it’s my duty to satisfy the curiosity that, left unfed, would eat away at the innards and, in a colossal ripple effect, like the butterfly in the Amazon, destroy Western Civilization, or at the very least, cause the cancellation of the Super Bowl. Or the banning of commas.

So here it is—my hallowed “blog space”:

Blogging in the Basement

The wine is Dr. Loosen, a nice little white from the sunny slopes of Germany. The wallpaper is the cover of a Soviet children’s book from the 1930s, Вчера и сегодня (Yesterday and Today), written by the great Samuil Marshak and illustrated by V. Lebedev, about whom I know nothing—sorry, V.! The bronze Taco valve serves the first and second stories; the green-blue one (with the blue-green corrosion at the joint) serves the basement.
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*Isn’t that a lovely phrase? I would use it all the time, if I could. [back]

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Stress

Even more hair-raising than biking in city traffic is transferring a database-driven website to a new hosting service. At least for me, since I don’t do this sort of thing every day.

It all started Tuesday, when the database server became unavailable. Again. On Wednesday I started researching hosting companies. On Thursday I signed up with one and started moving files, replicating databases, etc. On Friday I changed my domain’s DNS servers. The rest is cleanup and learning my way around the new host’s impressive array of management tools. And wouldn’t you know, it’s cheaper than the old host. This move was long overdue, actually, but I’m lazy and loyal and prone to stick with people until things get atrociously bad.

And somehow it all worked out. Well, not just somehow. The tools at the new provider are excellent. All I lost (I think) is a month’s worth of posts on my family forum—luckily November was a slow month. (I thought for sure I did a backup when the database came back online after Thanksgiving. Turns out the last backup I could find was when I upgraded WordPress at the end of October—drat! Silly me: I thought I could count on my hosting company to back up my databases so that my backups were just icing on the cake.) Maybe I’ll get those posts back, if my database at the old host ever comes back to life (my contract with them doesn’t run out for a while, so I should still have access). Or maybe I won’t. No big deal.

It wasn’t until yesterday that I realized I had been holding my breath or something for three days. A sort of constriction in my chest. Now I think I can relax. A bit. It is technology, after all. The minute you’re lulled into thinking you’ve got it under control … Pow! If it’s not a bad line of code or a hard drive that gives up the ghost, it’s a lightning-induced power surge or a cable that was taken out and reinserted one too many times, or any number of human-generated flubs or well-targeted “acts of God.”

Then again, what if all my silly little webs went down? I think the world would survive, and probably I would as well. I shudder to think what’s it’s like to be responsible for systems that lives depend on. Permanent thoracic constriction, no doubt. Or seventeen layers of redundancy. Or both.

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Attention

A few weeks ago I saw a Ford commercial on TV that really depressed me. I wasn’t sure I heard it correctly, so I went online to verify the bad news. It was true: e-mail will be infiltrating Ford automobiles. And not just e-mail—you’ll be ensconced in a 55-mph cellphone. Or is it a 70-mph computer? It depends on how big a hurry you’re in and what you urgently need to get done as you hurtle down the road.

From marketwatch.com:

Ford Motor Co. (F) will unveil […] a hands-free Bluetooth wireless system and in-vehicle operating system developed by Microsoft Corp. (MSFT) as an option for its entire Ford brand lineup. The system will integrate some of the features of a personal computer into a car’s cockpit, according to sources familiar with the auto maker’s plans.

The move is Ford’s latest attempt to spruce up its U.S. product portfolio and follows the company’s recent decisions to expand satellite radio offerings and introduce features such as connection jacks for Apple Computer Inc.’s (AAPL) iPod music player. The new system, to be dubbed “Sync,” will allow for hands-free cellphone communication and other wireless information transfers inside the car, including the ability to receive email.

So why am I bummed by this? Why should I care that today’s hyperstimulated, overcaffeinated, maximally distracted drivers have internet access in their cars? That’s their business, right?

It’s simple: I commute by bicycle.

The news report goes on to describe the Sync system and Ford’s rollout plans at some length before ending on a sour note—the note I heard right off the bat, the note that got louder the more I read:

The drive to install more and more electronic features in cars has sparked debate in the auto industry concerning the amount of distraction that drivers encounter in the cockpits of their cars.

Gosh, it’s reassuring to know there’s “debate in the auto industry” about this! The question is, where’s the US Congress? Where’s 60 Minutes? Where’s Ralph Nader when you need him?

A few days ago, I got a mailing from the League of American Cyclists on biking fatalities and what needs to be done to make biking safer. Among the horror stories was “the case of Matt Wilhelm, who was killed by a teenage driver with four previous traffic violations in just 17 months”:

The driver admitted she was downloading ring tones for her phone when she struck him with the driver’s side of the car as he rode to the right of the fog line on the highway shoulder.

You’re starting to get the picture, right? Driving while distracted can be fatal … to the bicyclist (or pedestrian). The driver almost invariably walks away without a scratch, and usually gets off with a slap on the wrist (in this case, six months’ probation and a $1,000 fine).

Could it be an attitude problem? From the same League letter:

“That’s what happens when you ride on the road …”

That’s what a police officer told an Albequerque cyclist who had just witnessed a fellow rider being killed by a driver swerving into their path.

People often complain (and rightfully) about bicyclists behaving recklessly and making a nuissance of themselves. But from what I can tell, most cyclists who are killed or maimed are following the rules of the road. They are simply wiped out by careless, distracted, or impatient motorists. (Or drunk drivers—a mortal hazard to us all, whether we’re on bikes, in cars, or walking.) The January/February issue of Bicycling magazine has a long article by David Darlington about cyclists who were struck by cars—some of them died, some were paralyzed. All were obeying the law. Continue reading

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Forsooth

Larry Derfner, a columnist for the Jerusalem Post, asks a rhetorical question you won’t find anywhere in the US media:

How long are Israel and its lobby in Washington going to go on living this ridiculous, transparent lie? How long are they going to hock the world about the Holocaust while acting as Turkey’s number two accomplice, number one being the White House, in denying the Armenian genocide?

He goes on to accurately describe the forces at play on the banks of the Potomac:

Again, Congress has demonstrated it won’t recognize that the Ottoman Empire, Turkey’s predecessor, deliberately wiped out about 1.5 million Armenians in 1915–17. Again, the president of the United States has scared Congress off with a big assist from the Anti-Defamation League and other American Jewish “defense” organizations. (Historically, the American Jewish Committee has led the Israel lobby’s effort to shut Congress up about the genocide and the Ottoman Empire’s culpability.)

As usual, we find more diversity of Jewish opinion in the Israeli press on not just this but every issue (the maltreatment of Palestinians, the Israel lobby, the Armenian genocide, etc.) than here in the land of the First Amendment.

Derfner goes on the parse the hard-nosed politics that Turkey’s American lobbyists have trumpeted at the highest possible tessitura in the Washington Post, with echoes answering back across the land—or at least on Capitol Hill, causing sponsors of H.Res. 106 to fall away like stunned moles. He parses the stated objections, then places them in a larger context—that old, boring dichotomy (my words, not his—my Weltschmerz, not his): the practical vs. the moral:

Security and economics are the primary concern of every nation, and Israel is part of the family of nations. But the thing is this: If Israel and the Israel lobby can pursue practical self-interest alone, they can’t insist that the rest of the world act like Righteous Gentiles.

They can’t go on intoning that “the world stood silent” during the Holocaust when they—the leaders of the Jewish world—act as front-line enforcers of silence on the Armenian genocide.

Derfner says that “Israel, along with its lobby in Washington, have always chosen realpolitik.” What he doesn’t say, but what everyone knows, is that this approach works. Or has worked. Continues to work. But, Derfner says, “[w]hat they may not know … is that by now the world sees through them.” He continues:

The world doesn’t take seriously what an Israeli leader or an American Jewish macher has to say about the Six Million, not when it sees that same Israeli leader and American Jewish macher shushing everyone over the murders of 1.5 million other innocents.

Thankfully, those politicians are not the only Jewish voices on the Armenian genocide, or on the Holocaust. There is also Wiesel, Lipstadt, Goldhagen, Bauer, Congressman Adam Schiff, Yossi Sarid and many, many others.

Either you value truth first, or you value power first. Every Jew, every person, makes the choice.

He might have added Israel Charny, Leo Kuper, and many others who have chosen the truth, but he makes the point better than I ever could. As for the American press and the choice its acolytes (“every person,” not just “every Jew”) continue to make, I won’t name names. I leave that to my well-informed, assiduous, good-hearted reader.

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