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Friday, July 11, 2003
"The state is the enemy of law, not the source of law. The state is the enemy of law, for it makes itself the exception to all laws. " - James A. Donald
From the Volokh Conspiracy:
I wish I could say that I was shocked.
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A Paris court today banned Reporters Without Borders and the French advertising agency Rampazzo from using a world-famous photo of Cuban guerrilla leader Ernesto "Che" Guevara wearing a beret with a red star on it. [Reporters Without Borders showed Che wielding a policeman's club, captioned "Welcome to Cuba: World's Largest Prison for Journalists" - fm] The ban was at the request of Diane Diaz Lopez, daughter and heir of the late Cuban photographer Alberto Diaz Gutierrez, known as Korda, who took the picture. (From Damian Penny.) We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming. Ashcroft Republican Nazi extremists suppression of dissent wave goodbye to your civil liberties Bush Hitler fascist corporate lackey Ashcroft Republican Nazi extremists suppression of dissent wave goodbye to your civil liberties Bush Hitler fascist corporate lackey Ashcroft Republican Nazi extremists suppression of dissent wave goodbye to your civil liberties Bush Hitler fascist corporate lackey Ashcroft Republican Nazi extremists suppression of dissent wave goodbye to your civil liberties Bush Hitler fascist corporate lackey Ashcroft Republican Nazi extremists suppression of dissent wave goodbye to your civil liberties Bush Hitler fascist corporate lackey Ashcroft Republican Nazi extremists suppression of dissent wave goodbye to your civil liberties Bush Hitler fascist corporate lackey Ashcroft Republican Nazi extremists suppression of dissent wave goodbye to your civil liberties Bush Hitler fascist corporate lackey Thursday, July 10, 2003
Look at the pretty skeletal horses!
Last night I went to the Palo Alto club with my wife. We expected to play in a nice peaceful matchpoint club game, and were unprepared for what was in store for us. When we arrived at the club the director told us that the game was a silver-point Swiss -- like a STAC but with Swiss teams. In a Swiss movement (also used for other tournaments such as chess), teams of four play short matches against each other. Then winners play winners, and losers play losers. This can be slow because of the time it takes to match up teams between rounds. So the director planned a board-a-match game with a matchpoint movement. Board-a-match is matchpoints with a top of 1. If your team's combined scores are postive, you get a 1. If negative, you get 0. A tie awards one half. We didn't have teammates, so I flopped down at a table where two young Chinese guys were sitting. I had never seen them before and they said they had not been playing long. I explained the matchpoint scoring to them and even warned them about some of the strange methods played by a pair from another team. Then we moved out to play the field; we would play 12 rounds of two boards, then compare to our teammates. Sherry and I had a really good start, mostly because our opponents did strange and sub-optimal things. After we had cycled through half the room, we could see our teammates' results on the traveller. I quickly determined that they were very much beginners, as the results made little sense. Fortunately they did have some good luck and after several losses we did score some wins. We were playing the last round when there was a commotion up front. There is a fellow named Todd who is a fixture at several club games, including the Wednesday night game. He is in a wheelchair because he has no lower legs. Todd, without any warning, fell unconscious. Fortunately there were an emergency room doctor and a fireman amongst the players. Gary, the doctor, and Rich, the fireman, laid Todd on the floor and began to apply mouth-to-mouth and CPR. After a few minutes the paramedics arrived and began to help. It was clear that things were not going well, as they had been performing CPR for the better part of half an hour. They finally gave up and packed him on a stretcher to take to the hospital. I asked Gary as he was washing up how it looked. Gary said that Todd had no heartbeat and was 99% not to make it. (Emergency-room-ese for "heartbeat" is "rhythm", as in "He had no rhythm", making it sound like Todd expired because he was musically inept.) Watching someone die is not pleasant, and what I found really scary was how sudden it was. No goodbyes, no reflection on a life well or not well spent. Just out like a light.
What the hell is wrong with the world? Here are two stories I plucked more or less at random from the San Francisco Chronicle:
Sausage races?
Ever notice how sometimes middle America is much weirder than the urban centers? San Francisco is a city of freaks, and proud of it, but I never heard of fans at Pac Bell Park dressing up as drag queens or whatever. Meanwhile, pedagogy advances in the North Bay:
I'm afraid to participate in the political process because I might develop a heretofore unknown form of Tourette's that applies to written communication.
"You students are going to repeat this assignment until you learn it or I get fired, whichever comes first." Tuesday, July 08, 2003
A few months I mentioned that I liked to read Michael Kelly on Wednesdays. Not any longer, as he was killed covering the Iraq war. I do have a new treat on Wednesday's though: Ray answers Achewood reader email every Wednesday. Onstad really seems to get a kick out of this feature, as it is always published on time.
Friday I was rereading Ray's Place, and got to the letter which Ray answered "Dear Eyeball Eating Person." People say "now there's coffee all over my keyboard" when they read something funny, but have you ever really spewed liquid from laughing. I did, and I had read it before! I may have to dispense my own advice. Here's the debut edition of Floyd's Place: We're not hitting well, and we're losing a lot of games. Do you have any advice? A Baseball Team, Oakland Dear Team, I have seen some of your games and am ready to do a makeover. Every week I'll give you some advice. This week we'll work on patience. I see a lot of people swinging at the first pitch. I am ready to completely slap them on their faces and the sides of their heads/ears. I will slap them. So when you see that first pitch coming, think of it as a bridge hand. Is it a hand so good that you wish you were playing a strong club system with a Kokish Relay and lots of artificial bids? If not, lay off. I definitely helped you with this advice!
After receiving email from Frank Cohen I also heard from a guy I worked for at a startup several years ago, who is also a member of the Arab Jewish Dialogue Group. If I get any smarter I will have to nominate myself for a Nobel Prize.
Let me explain what ticked me off about the Declaration. Whenever I see a newspaper editorial about Israelis and Palestinians, I find it irritating. The purpose of a newspaper article is to communicate ideas to the newspaper's readers. And a newspaper editorial about Mideast Peace fails that purpose. No one in the Israeli cabinet, and no one in a "refugee camp" training to strap Semtex on himself, cares what some journalist 7,000 miles away thinks about Israel and Palestine. Does the person writing the editorial realize that? If not, he or she is a borderline megalomaniac. There is a bit of that in all newspaper editorials. "This is what should happen in Jerusalem. This is what should happen in Iraq. This is what should happen in Washington, D.C." I do think that editorial writers know that they are not going to change any minds in Tel Aviv or Bethlehem. So what they are writing comes across as condescending, as a way for the author to demonstrate his moral superiority. "I'm in favor of peace." Well, it's easy to moralize in favor of peace when you live in a stable society. It's easy to talk about how one side has to compromise with the other when you don't have to deal with the consequences. So when I saw the Declaration it annoyed me in the same way that all the newspaper editorials have annoyed me over the years. And it was probably unfair for me to treat the two as equivalent. The other reason I got annoyed was that I'm just plain exasperated at the flat-out failure of the "peace process." By which I mean not any specific set of accords, but the whole meta-process of "peacemaking" that has been going on for almost thirty years. Most of it is bullshit -- how many times has the Secretary of State said he would not tolerate any more violence? -- and all of it appears to be counterproductive. When I was kid, Palestinians threw rocks.
A soft answer turneth away wrath, and maketh Floyd feel rather ashamed of himself:
Sunday, July 06, 2003
Journalistic bias can take many forms. One of the more obnoxious is puff pieces that present lunatics in a favorable light:
To be followed by the Huge Stinker award, which will consist of his used underwear. And the Poopy Stinker award -- his grandchild's used diapers. Biffle works for the state, which is about to reduce his funding. Tough luck, but it happens all the time. Here's more of Biffle's mewling:
A reporter would have asked Biffle why California schools that do such a poor job teaching should be showered with unlimited amounts of funding. Too bad the Mercury News employee who interviewed Biffle was not a reporter, but a fawning scribe.
Oh look, Molly Ivins is still occasionally lucid. From the San Jose Mercury News editorial page, this teaser paragraph and link:
Isn't that supposed to be "attendant idiocy?" Whatever, I have better things to do than read the whole editorial and send her my corrections.
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