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1956 Bal­lan­tine paper­back of Fred­erik Pohl’s short sto­ry col­lec­tion Alter­nat­ing Cur­rents. The cov­er art is by the inim­itable Richard Powers.

THIRD MEDITATION ON DEMOCRACY (written Saturday, August 18, 2007)

West­ern Europe, and lands cul­tur­al­ly derived from it, have made some rel­a­tive­ly suc­cess­ful approx­i­ma­tions of democ­ra­cy and civ­il soci­ety, and com­bined them with notice­able pros­per­i­ty. Peo­ple both inside and out­side this favoured zone won­der why, and they have often sought the answer in two par­tic­u­lar areas: reli­gious tra­di­tions, and the dra­mat­ic intel­lec­tu­al era called “the Enlight­en­ment”. As some­one who has writ­ten about the uni­ver­sal aspects of democ­ra­cy, I’ve often felt some annoy­ance at what I con­sid­er parochial views of his­to­ry, and dubi­ous ideas of causal­i­ty. I feel great sym­pa­thy for peo­ple out­side the favoured zone, who are hope­ful that they can have a demo­c­ra­t­ic future, but are dis­com­fit­ed by the “sec­ond-banana” sta­tus that it seems to imply for their cul­tur­al her­itage. This is espe­cial­ly true in the Islam­ic world, where past cul­tur­al glo­ries and present embar­rass­ments com­bine to make the search for demo­c­ra­t­ic reform a touchy sub­ject. I think that an exces­sive­ly car­toon­ish view of the Enlight­en­ment, and of the rela­tion­ship between reli­gion and democ­ra­cy, is part of the problem.

I recent­ly read two arti­cles by Tas­saduq Hus­sain Jil­lani, a supreme court jus­tice in Pak­istan. Though Pak­istan has mil­len­nia of cul­tur­al achieve­ment — it was one of the ear­li­est cen­ters of urban civ­i­liza­tion — and it has a well edu­cat­ed pop­u­la­tion, it lan­guish­es under a crude mil­i­tary dic­ta­tor­ship. It has expe­ri­enced much strife from con­flict­ing reli­gious fac­tions. While its econ­o­my is a sham­bles, the mil­i­tary thugs who run the place take pride in their pos­ses­sion of nuclear weapons. Read more »

SECOND MEDITATION ON DEMOCRACY (written Monday, August 7, 2007)

Civ­i­liza­tion is the process in which one grad­u­al­ly increas­es the num­ber of peo­ple includ­ed in the term ‘we’ or ‘us’ and at the same time decreas­es those labeled ‘you’ or ‘them’ until that cat­e­go­ry has no one left in it.” — Howard Win­ters, an Amer­i­can archael­o­gist who stud­ied ancient set­tle­ment and trade pat­terns [quot­ed by Anne-Marie Cantwell in Howard Dal­ton Win­ters: In Memo­ri­am]

“Voice or no voice, the peo­ple can always be brought to the bid­ding of the lead­ers. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the paci­fists for lack of patri­o­tism and expos­ing the coun­try to dan­ger. It works the same in any coun­try.” — Her­mann Wil­helm Göring, sec­ond in com­mand to Adolf Hitler.

What most telling­ly dis­tin­guish­es demo­c­ra­t­ic from non-demo­c­ra­t­ic thought is its respect for human beings. By this, I don’t mean respect for some neb­u­lous abstrac­tion called “human­i­ty” or “the peo­ple”, which is all too eas­i­ly trans­formed into a mys­ti­cal col­lec­tivism. It’s a respect for real-life indi­vid­ual human beings, who live, fall in love, have chil­dren, and strug­gle to find secu­ri­ty and hap­pi­ness. In demo­c­ra­t­ic thought, the well­be­ing of indi­vid­ual human beings is the pur­pose and mea­sure of polit­i­cal choic­es. Well­be­ing, to the demo­c­rat, is defined first in terms of what mat­ters most to con­scious beings — lib­er­ty, self-respect, dig­ni­ty, con­trol over their own lives. The phys­i­cal neces­si­ties of life, such as food and shel­ter, are mean­ing­less to human beings except with­in the con­text of those val­ues. We are not cat­tle. Read more »

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Friday, July 13, 2007 — Cheering News

Three very pleas­ant items in tonight’s news.

Crim­i­nal financier Con­rad Black, who is also a mem­ber of the British House of Lords, has been found guilty on four counts (rack­e­teer­ing, obstruc­tion of jus­tice, mon­ey laun­der­ing, and fraud) in a Chica­go court, and may face prison time. While he is prob­a­bly not a big name in the Unit­ed States, and the tri­al drew only mod­er­ate cov­er­age from Amer­i­can media, it was fol­lowed with great inter­est in Cana­da, where he has been despised by most decent peo­ple for decades. Read more »

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Image of the month: Hrad Karlštejn

Hrad Karlštejn (Karlštejn Castle), just outside Prague, Czech Republic.  Founded under Charles IV of Bohemia when he was elected Holy Roman Emperor.  There is a tradition that he had the miners who constructed its underground water reservoir murdered so that none could reveal its existence.

Hrad Kar­lšte­jn (Kar­lšte­jn Cas­tle), just out­side Prague, Czech Repub­lic. Found­ed under Charles IV of Bohemia when he was elect­ed Holy Roman Emper­or. There is a tra­di­tion that he had the min­ers from Kut­na Hora who con­struct­ed its under­ground water reser­voir mur­dered so that none could reveal its existence.

A Budapest Gallery

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Saturday, May 19, 2007 — Books and Sausages

07-05-19 BLOG Saturday, May 19, 2007 - Books and Sausages pic 1Three days in Budapest. We did a lot of walk­ing in this city, which has a feels total­ly dif­fer­ent from Prague. Often, we ate in the gigan­tic Cen­tral Mar­ket. This grand struc­ture orig­i­nal­ly incor­po­rat­ed an indoor canal by which goods were deliv­ered to the mar­ket’s traders. It must be four times the size of the St. Lawrence Mar­ket in Toron­to, and hous­es only god knows how many tons of sausages. I par­tic­u­lar­ly liked snack­ing on lán­gos, flat disks of fried dough which came with a vari­ety of ingre­di­ents, sort of like piz­za slices. They would be a big hit in Cana­da if they were intro­duced. Read more »

Wednesday, May 16, 2007 — Drunk As A Skunk

Back in Braşov, we had a late lunch at the cafe on top of Tâm­pa Hill (995 m), then split up to have a break from each oth­er. I con­tact­ed an acquain­tance in Braşov, Titus Peride, and we met for beers and talk at a sub­ter­ranean stu­dent bistro. A very enjoy­able dis­cus­sion about Roman­ian cul­ture and his­to­ry, eco­nom­ics, and oth­er sub­jects. When this fin­ished, I walked toward the hos­tel, and dropped into a small cafe. But one thing led to anoth­er, and I found myself drink­ing with a group of Roma­ni­ans. Some were actors, one who had played many seri­ous roles, such as the plays of Ioe­nesco and Genet’s Le Bal­con. The con­ver­sa­tion was a chaot­ic mix­ture of Roman­ian, French, Ital­ian, Mag­yar, Russ­ian, Ger­man, Turk­ish and Ara­bic, all jum­bled togeth­er with a back­ground score of Roman­ian doina and clouds of cig­a­rette smoke. I was com­plete­ly unpre­pared for the style of drink­ing in such a con­text: full tum­blers of whiskey fol­lowed by glass­es of sick­ly sweet Red Bull, alter­nat­ing. I stum­bled back to the hos­tel, where Isaac and I shared a sin­gle room. A few hours lat­er, Isaac found me paw­ing con­fus­ed­ly at the door han­dle, try­ing to get to the bath­room to throw up. The world was spin­ning around me, and the only way I could man­age was to crawl on my hands and knees. I was not a pleas­ant sight.

I had not been so shit-faced drunk in many years. I’m not nor­mal­ly a heavy drinker, and this kind of social­iz­ing is not my style. But I sobered up rel­a­tive­ly quick­ly, the next day. We did a bit more sight-see­ing, got tick­ets for an evening train to Budapest, and end­ed up going back to the hos­tel to relax. We watched an Amer­i­can teen com­e­dy called Kids In Amer­i­ca in the hos­tel lounge. The long train ride to Budapest would not involve much sleep. The com­part­ment was full, with some elder­ly women who chat­tered in Roman­ian pret­ty much non-stop. No com­fort­able posi­tion was pos­si­ble. It must have been tor­ture for Isaac, who has very long legs. Final­ly, some­where in Hun­gary, the ladies left the train, and we stretched out, exhaust­ed, for a few hours of snoozing.