If you like M.C. Escher (and, really, who doesn’t?), you may or may not like the Lego version.
And here’s a link to works by Rob Gonsalves. Some people invoke Escher when describing his stuff; some call it kitsch. What say you?
If you like M.C. Escher (and, really, who doesn’t?), you may or may not like the Lego version.
And here’s a link to works by Rob Gonsalves. Some people invoke Escher when describing his stuff; some call it kitsch. What say you?
In his review of Cobra II, Andrew Bacevich encapsulates the inherent contradiction of the Iraq invasion as concisely as I’ve seen anywhere:
Rumsfeld’s grand plan to transform the US military was at odds with the administration’s grand plans to transform the broader Middle East. Imperial projects don’t prosper with small armies that leave quickly: they require large armies that stay.
For the succinctness to work, one needs a rudimentary understanding of the “grand plans” alluded to. The review provides that, if it is lacking.
The US has killed Zarqawi. What does it mean? From the Independent:
US forces in Iraq said the killing was a major victory.
“We killed him, and it’s always great when you can remove someone that has caused this much harm,” said Maj. Frank Garcia, public affairs officer for the 2nd Brigade Combat Team, 101st Airborne Division. “We’re one step closer to providing stability to the region.”
Or maybe not that major and not that much closer—from the Guardian:
“Whether it makes much difference to the overall level of violence is dubious, because he was responsible only for a small amount of the terrorist attacks,” Lord Garden, a former assistant chief of defence staff, said.
Returning to the story in the Independent, we find that a student in Baghdad is hopeful …
Thamir Abdulhussein, a college student in Baghdad, said he hopes the killing of al-Zarqawi will promote reconciliation between Iraq’s fractured ethnic and sectarian groups.
“If it’s true al-Zarqawi was killed, that will be a big happiness for all the Iraqis,” he said. “He was behind all the killings of Sunni and Shiites. Iraqis should now move toward reconciliation. They should stop the violence.”
… while an older resident of the capital says Zarqawi’s death means little:
Amir Muhammed Ali, a 45-year-old stockbroker in Baghdad, was skeptical that al-Zarqawi’s death would end the unrelenting violence in the country, saying he was a foreigner but the Iraqi resistance to US-led forces would likely continue.
“He didn’t represent the resistance, someone will replace him and the operations will go on,” he said.
As one commentator put it: “The hydra loses a head.”
The notion that history is playing one of its awful, bloody, pointless pranks can hardly be avoided—again, from the Guardian:
Experts said intelligence about Zarqawi’s movements had improved over the past year as frictions between foreign fighters and domestic militants grew.
Rosemary Hollis, the director of research at Chatham House, said Iraqi militants were becoming fed up with Zarqawi and foreign insurgents operating in their country.
“They were increasingly against Zarqawi because he set Arabs against Arabs. He was both fanatical and a foreigner,” she said. “Iraqis believe he was a pursuing a case against their own and perhaps, in the fullness of time, would have dealt with him.”
Somewhere in Iraq another hydra head smirks and says: “Thanks, Uncle Sam! I couldn’t have done it better myself.”
Update 2006.06.09: Patrick Cockburn on how Zarqawi was, in effect, a US creation and the purposes he served as such:
Zarqawi owed his rise to the US in two ways. His name was unknown until he was denounced on 5 February 2003 by Colin Powell, who was the US Secretary of State, before the UN Security Council as the link between Saddam Hussein and al-Qa’ida. There turned out to be no evidence for this connection and Zarqawi did not at this time belong to al-Qa’ida. But Mr Powell’s denunciation made him a symbol of resistance to the US across the Muslim world. It also fitted with Washington’s political agenda that attacking Iraq was part of the war on terror.
The invasion gave Zarqawi a further boost. Within months of the overthrow of Saddam Hussein the whole five-million-strong Sunni Arab community in Iraq appeared united in opposition to the occupation. …
The next critical moment in Zarqawi’s career was the capture of Saddam Hussein on 15 December 2003. Previously US military and civilian spokesmen had blamed everything on the former Iraqi leader.
No sooner was Saddam captured than the US spokesmen began to mention Zarqawi’s name in every sentence. “If the weather is bad they will blame it on Zarqawi,” an Iraqi journalist once said to me. It emerged earlier this year that the US emphasis on Zarqawi as the prime leader of the Iraqi resistance was part of a carefully calculated propaganda programme. A dubious letter from Zarqawi was conveniently discovered. One internal briefing document quoted by The Washington Post records Brigadier General Kimmitt, the chief US military spokesman at the time, as saying: “The Zarqawi psy-op programme is the most successful information campaign to date.” The US campaign was largely geared towards the American public and above all the American voter. It was geared to proving that the invasion of Iraq was a reasonable response to the 9/11 attacks. This meant it was necessary to show al-Qa’ida was strong in Iraq and play down the fact that this had only happened after the invasion.
Two years ago, Fred Kaplan was shocked at how the administration found Zarqawi useful:
Apparently, Bush had three opportunities, long before the war, to destroy a terrorist camp in northern Iraq run by Abu Musab Zarqawi, the al-Qaida associate who recently cut off the head of Nicholas Berg. But the White House decided not to carry out the attack because, as the [NBC News] story puts it:
“[T]he administration feared [that] destroying the terrorist camp in Iraq could undercut its case for war against Saddam.”
The implications of this are more shocking, in their way, than the news from Abu Ghraib. Bush promoted the invasion of Iraq as a vital battle in the war on terrorism, a continuation of our response to 9/11. Here was a chance to wipe out a high-ranking terrorist. And Bush didn’t take advantage of it because doing so might also wipe out a rationale for invasion.
The question is: who will be the next object of our Two Minutes Hate?
Memorable lines come flying unbidden …
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
Writing at Slate, Shmuel Rosner shares some thoughts about the proposed fence along the US–Mexican border drawing on the Israeli experience with their own 400-mile wall. He properly focuses not on the technology but on the human relations:
When Arizona Gov. Janet Napolitano declares, “You show me a 50-foot wall, and I’ll show you a 51-foot ladder at the border,” the answer is fairly straightforward: You show me a 51-foot ladder, and I’ll show you a guardsman standing on the other side of the wall waiting to arrest the person using it. The fence is not the only thing keeping people from entering. The fence has just two objectives: slowing the intruders and making them visible to members of the border patrol. The rest of the work is done by human beings.
And generally speaking, this is the biggest lesson. It’s not the fence, stupid—it is the decisions that the planners make. How tough are you willing to be with illegals? How much money do you want to spend? How important is it to maintain good relations with the towns on the Mexican side of the border? How sympathetic are you to would-be border crossers’ needs and desires?
The more you answer these questions the Israeli way, the more unbeatable your fence will be. But don’t forget: Years of terror attacks hardened Israelis’ hearts toward their neighbors (just as years of occupation hardened Palestinians’ hearts toward Israelis). This brought them to a point where they were ready to do whatever it took to make the bloodshed stop. So, here’s an easy way to figure out if an American fence will work: Measure the anger and despair. Has it grown big enough to make that same commitment?
Back to our friend Bob Frost:
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Soon the talk passes from trees to cows, and then to elves—things that perambulate and might justify a wall. But still—Bob was being ironic. Wasn’t he? Are Canadians bad neighbors?
A couple of months ago, we asked (and tried to answer) a few questions about Russian music download services—specifically: are they legit? Yesterday the International Herald Tribune addressed the same issue, again in the context of Russia’s attempt to join the World Trade Organization.
Operating through what music industry lobbyists say is a loophole in Russia’s copyright law, AllofMP3 offers a vast catalogue of music that includes artists not normally authorized for sale online—like the Beatles and Metallica—at a small fraction the cost of services like Apple Computer’s iTunes Music Store.
Sold by the megabyte instead of by the song, an album of 10 songs or so on AllofMP3 can cost the equivalent of less than $1, compared with 99 cents per song on iTunes.
And unlike iTunes and other commercial services, songs purchased with AllofMP3’s downloading software have no restrictions on copying.
It is an offer that may seem too good to be true, but in Russia—a country that is frequently cited by media and content owners as rife with digital piracy and theft of intellectual property—courts have so far allowed the site to operate, despite efforts by the record labels Warner, Universal and EMI to aid prosecutors there.
Apparently the Russian “collecting society,” ROMS (Российское общество по коллективному управлению правами авторов и иных правообладателей в сферах мультимедиа, цифровых сетей и визуальных искусств РОМС), doesn’t do a particularly good job of passing along a portion of the money it legally (according to current Russian law) collects from its customers to the artists and record companies it represents (whether they like it or not).
AllofMP3.com has hardly put a dent in Apple’s music download business, despite the occasional free publicity from stories in the Wall Street Journal and New York Times (via its sister paper IHT). Will this relatively small but highly visible irritant be enough to dash Russia’s hopes for entry into the WTO? Or will ROMS, AllofMP3.com, etc., make the necessary adjustments to satisfy the entertainment industry? Stay iTuned.
The Russian online newspaper Kursiv has returned—sort of. (See this post for background.) After a week of “page not found” errors, the curious reader was rewarded with success today at www.cursiv.ru: a single page of text. Here it is in translation, in its entirety:
They certainly descended on us! Like crows! Who would’ve thought that Kursiv could elicit such a silly and stormy brouhaha in the government agencies, spending government money for naught. We humbly bow to the tax-paying citizen: this isn’t our doing. All this nonsense comes from their governmental zeal.
First off, the Ivanovo regional prosecutor and the regional organized crime division came bursting into our office. To take away the computers because of the article “Putin as Russia’s Phallic Symbol.” The editor, Rakhmankov, shouts at the crows: “Boys! Tie me up, but not the computers. I admit, I wrote the article, bust my rambunctious head!” But the crows say: “No, brother. We don’t want your stupid little confession. Give us the computers!” And they took them, the bastards. And sealed the office.
Why do they want an editorial office without computers? And why do they want the computers themselves? How will the computers help them puff up article 319 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation if Rakhmankov has already admitted that he was the person who was having a bit of fun with the article about the phallus, and if the prosecutor thinks the article about the phallus falls under article 319?
True, the interrogators learned all this from Rakhmankov, but did he discuss the point of the article ahead of time with anyone else? Rakhmankov—no fool he—caught on immediately: the affair stinks of an organized criminal conspiracy against the entire phallic symbol of all Russia. He says: “No, I only discussed the point of the article with my computer!” Well, they seized the computer. And every other computer within range. And sealed the office, to keep any other computer from wandering in.
They drew up a criminal complaint against Rakhmankov and an injunction against his leaving the area.
And that’s not all. Our bureaucrats always have to add a bit of the grotesque. No sooner does the prosecutor seal the office than a letter arrives from the regional government: vacate the office, you haven’t paid your rent (the editorial office of Kursiv is in a building belonging to the regional government). If you do not leave immediately, we will cut off the electricity! Now the editor is scratching his head—have they cut off the electricity in the sealed office or not? And how is he to get out of a sealed office?
But that’s not all! The prosecutor, together with the organized crime division, have scared all the Ivanovo internet service providers with the Kursiv affair, scared them worse than any hunter ever scared a single rabbit with his borzois. One would think, well, what do these ISPs have to do with anything? Especially since they have had absolutely nothing to do with Kursiv. But no—the question of Kursiv‘s hosting must take them deep, deep into the woods. Happily, the internet is an international thing. For a dollar a month you can post a splendid little page like this one. Without superfluous junk like a forum, archive, or other bells and whistles. Very appropriate for underground types …
… But not for Kursiv. The underground just isn’t our style, you see. It’s fine to fight for truth, justice, and world peace from the underground, but we don’t have a very clear sense of what these terms mean. We are more inclined to scoff at those in power, especially given that they are indeed so ridiculous—from the village elder to the president of the country. So, think of this page as a dog marking its territory, that’s all. We’ll start scoffing again in a little while, once we’ve solved the problem of computers, offices, hosting, and other things a normal internet newspaper requires. Not more than a month, dear ladies and gentlemen. But we won’t jinx ourselves by guessing at a date certain.
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Actually, this was an apology to you, dear readers of Kursiv, for the interruption in service.
31.05.2006
We have a problem with bacteria. They can make us sick. Sure, we have antibiotics, but it turns out the little buggers are smarter than we gave them credit for. They keep changing, making our medicines ineffective.
We also have a problem with viruses. They, too, can make us sick. But it turns out there are viruses that eat bacteria—bacteriophages. The idea naturally occurred: can we get a virus to eat the bacteria that are doing us harm? And the answer was: yes.
From an article at Slate:
In the 1920s and ’30s, with diseases like dysentery and cholera running rampant, the discovery of bacteriophages was hailed as a breakthrough. Bacteriophages are viruses found virtually everywhere—from soil to seawater to your intestines—that kill specific, infection-causing bacteria. In the United States, the drug company Eli Lilly marketed phages for abscesses and respiratory infections. (Sinclair Lewis’s Pulitzer–winning Arrowsmith is about a doctor who uses phages to prevent a diphtheria epidemic.) But by the 1940s, American scientists stopped working with phages for treatment because they no longer had reason to. Penicillin, discovered by the Scottish bacteriologist Alexander Fleming in 1928, had become widely available thanks to synthetic production and zapped infections without the expertise needed for finicky phages.
But now the equation has changed. Many kinds of bacteria have become antibiotic-resistant—prompting a few Western scientists, and patients, to travel to former Soviet Georgia to give bacteriophages for treatment a try. Phages have been used in the former Soviet Union for decades because scientists there had less access to antibiotics than their American and European counterparts did. Phages were a cheap alternative, and in Soviet clinical trials, they repeatedly stopped infections. Now in a bid for medical tourists, Georgia has opened a center in its capital, Tbilisi, which offers outpatient phage treatment to foreigners. In connection with the Eliava phage research institute, which Stalin helped set up in Tbilisi in 1923, the treatment center offers personalized cures for a host of infections the United States says it can no longer do anything about.
Read the rest—interesting stuff.
The bacteriophage T4 preparing to infect its host cell:
Description from an NSF web page: “The structure of bacteriophage T4 is derived from three-dimensional cryo-electron microscopy reconstructions of the baseplate, tail sheath, and head capsid, as well as from crystallographic analyses of various phage components. The baseplate and tail proteins are shown in distinct colors.”
Since his campaign headquarters is on the same block as my illustrious place of daytime employ, James Webb‘s thumbnail self-characterization is constantly popping up during my periodic escapes from the asylum.* The former Assistant Secretary of Defense (under Reagan) is running for Senate as a Democrat, and just about every car on the block has a bumper sticker:
Jim Webb: Born Fighting
Now, I understand why he feels the need to establish his bona fides as being “strong on defense,” since the lazy dopes who pass for journalists in our imperial capital assume, and write as if they assume, that every Democrat is “weak on defense.” But “born fighting”—is this a good thing? The slogan may work, and if it works it will be obvious why it worked. But I can’t shake the image of little Jimmy on his zeroth birthday, emerging from his mother’s loins, fists cocked like the Notre Dame mascot, ready to land a solid right on the first object that crosses his cloudy little field of vision. “Born fighting”—yikes!
I would hope that every tyke in this great land is entitled to at least three or four years of not worrying where the next threat to his baby well-being is coming from; maybe even five years of not looking to take down the snot-nosed punk next door; perhaps, on the outside, six years of not throwing a shoulder into Bobby to impress Sally. I don’t know—is that too much to ask? Am I out of touch with my own country?
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*This is an example of Myshkin’s notoriously droll sense of humor. Please humor him. Please do not fire him.—Ed.