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First-time listening for April, 2008

18441. (Jim Car­roll) Pray­ing Man­tis
18442. (Perth Coun­ty Con­spir­a­cy) Does Not Exist
18443. (Paul Joseph Lorieau & Edmon­ton Fans) “Oh Cana­da”
18444. (Paul Segari­ni) Edi­son Twins Theme
18445. (Michael Mitchell) “Cana­da Is…”
18446. (Blood, Sweat & Tears) “Spin­ning Wheel”
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READING – APRIL 2008

15976. (Tim­o­thy Find­ley) Famous Last Words
15977. (Richard E. Michod) Evo­lu­tion of the Indi­vid­ual [arti­cle]
(W. H. Wills & Robert D. Leonard) The Ancient South­west­ern Com­mu­ni­ty ― Mod­els and
. Meth­ods for the Stu­ry of Pre­his­toric Social Orga­ni­za­tion:
. . . . 15978. (W. H. Wills & Robert D. Leonard) Pref­ace [pref­ace]
. . . . 15979. (Ben A. Nel­son) Approach­es to Ana­lyz­ing Pre­his­toric Com­mu­ni­ty Dynam­ics
. . . . . . . . [arti­cle]
. . . . 15980. (Eliz­a­beth A. Brandt) Egal­i­tar­i­an­ism, Hier­ar­chy and Cen­tral­iza­tion in the
. . . . . . . . Pueb­los [arti­cle]

. . . . 15981. (Dean J. Sait­ta) Class and Com­mu­ni­ty in the Pre­his­toric South­west [arti­cle]
. . . . 15982. (Kather­ine A. Spiel­man) Clus­tered Con­fed­era­cies: Sociopo­lit­i­cal Orga­ni­za­tion
. . . . . . . . in the Pro­to­his­toric Rio Grande [arti­cle]
. . . . 15983. (Bar­bara J. Mills) Com­mu­ni­ty Dynam­ics and Archae­o­log­i­cal Dynam­ics: Some
. . . . . . . . Con­sid­er­a­tions of Mid­dle-Range The­o­ry [arti­cle] Read more »

Sunday, April 27, 2008 — Canadian Delusions of Global Glory: It’s Time to Wake Up and Grow Up

Those Cana­di­ans who imag­ine that Canada’s role in glob­al pol­i­tics is both impor­tant and suc­cess­ful need to have some of their bal­loons punctured.

Our politi­cians are con­stant­ly repeat­ing to us how much the world admires us for our “peace keep­ing tra­di­tion”, and how impor­tant our inter­na­tion­al com­mit­ments are. The truth is that almost nobody out­side of Cana­da has heard about them, and even few­er care. I once checked out a pub­lished his­to­ry of U.N. peace­keep­ing. It con­tained no ref­er­ence to the activ­i­ties of any Cana­di­an forces at all. Out­side of Cana­da, I have nev­er encoun­tered any press or per­son­al dis­cus­sion by any­one about Canada’s sup­pos­ed­ly famous peace-keep­ing activ­i­ties, or of any Cana­di­an mil­i­tary actions or com­mit­ments. Even in coun­tries where we are, in fact, doing peace­keep­ing work, only the blue U.N. uni­forms are rec­og­nized by the local bel­liger­ents, and they don’t care whether we are Cana­di­ans or Mar­tians. Far from car­ing about what Cana­da does on the glob­al mil­i­tary scene, few peo­ple out­side of Cana­da know that we have an army at all. If we are fight­ing any­where near Amer­i­cans, it is tak­en for grant­ed that we are Amer­i­cans, or that, if we are not, the dis­tinc­tion is of no impor­tance. I hate to break it to misty-eyed fans of our glo­ri­ous mil­i­tary, but this is espe­cial­ly true in Afghanistan, where we are engaged in our largest mil­i­tary project since the Kore­an War. Read more »

(Linklater 2001) Waking Life

Richard Lin­klater’s Dazed and Con­fused(1993) has an endur­ing pop­u­lar­i­ty. It was an ensem­ble piece, focus­ing on a dozen char­ac­ters, all young, unknown actors at the time. Ben Affleck, among them, went on to a major film career. But when­ev­er I dis­cuss the film with any­one, they always fix on one per­for­mance, that of Wiley Wig­gins, who played an amaz­ing­ly lik­able char­ac­ter that saved the film from being too pat­ly cyn­i­cal. Lin­klater wise­ly employed Wig­gins again to play the cen­tral char­ac­ter in Wak­ing Life. This off­beat 2001 film employs a com­bi­na­tion of roto­scope and com­put­er ani­ma­tion. Roto­scop­ing is a tech­nique that is usu­al­ly annoy­ing, but here it works per­fect­ly to put across the idea of lucid dream­ing. The sto­ry line involves a char­ac­ter who is trapped in a dream about being trapped in a dream, and sus­pi­cious that he is actu­al­ly dead. He con­stant­ly encoun­ters char­ac­ters who lec­ture him on var­i­ous con­ven­tion­al philo­soph­i­cal notions ― the stan­dard reper­toire of Exis­ten­tial­ism, Post­mod­ernism, etc, the kind of stuff that usu­al­ly makes me cringe. But the warmth of Wig­gins’ per­son­al­i­ty (his char­ac­ter is nev­er named) makes it all work, and the ani­ma­tion’s shift­ing styles and visu­al jokes are per­fect for por­tray­ing dream states. Some of the seg­ments are quite beautiful.

16140. (Marc Bekoff) The Emotional Lives of Animals

Both com­pact and com­pre­hen­sive, this is the first book you should read to enter into the inter­est­ing sci­ence of cog­ni­tive ethol­o­gy. Bekoff sum­ma­rizes the reduc­tion­ist stric­tures that ethol­o­gists had to con­front when the field began to form, and intel­li­gent­ly dis­cuss­es the moral and social impli­ca­tions of the sci­ence. The book, in effect, pro­vides a case study of the cult of “sci­en­tism”, which often infect­ed sci­ence in the twen­ti­eth cen­tu­ry. This occurred when fake pos­es of objec­tiv­i­ty, spu­ri­ous quan­tifi­ca­tion, and epis­te­mo­log­i­cal con­fu­sion led to non­sen­si­cal, but irri­tat­ing­ly tena­cious ortho­dox­ies.

(Nathaniel Hawthorne) The Celestial Railroad and Other Stories

Hawthorne’s alle­gor­i­cal short sto­ries were, in some ways, the ances­tors of some of the grim­mer Twi­light Zone episodes. This col­lec­tion includes sto­ries writ­ten between 1832 and 1851, and includes the most famous ones, “Young Good­man Brown” , “Ethan Brand”, “Rap­pac­cini’s Daugh­ter”, and “Dr. Hei­deg­ger’s Exper­i­ment”. All fine sto­ries, but the one that tick­led my fan­cy was the less well known “The May­pole of Mer­ry Mount”. It’s a sort of 1836 ver­sion of The Wick­er Man, except that the Puri­tans, not the Pagans, tri­umph. It is all the more inter­est­ing because Hawthorne seems to have been well aware of things that would not be part of com­mon knowl­edge until James Fraz­er pub­lished The Gold­en Bough. Read more »

Wednesday, April 16, 2008 — Who Wrote Don Giovanni?

There is a con­sis­tent pat­tern, among those who describe soci­eties and economies, past and present, to reverse cause and effect in sig­nif­i­cant events. I would like to dub this the Emper­or Josef Wrote Don Gio­van­ni Syn­drome. This is the ten­den­cy to shift atten­tion from those who cre­ate to those who rule, some­times blunt­ly, some­times sub­tly, until one has the vague impres­sion that those who rule are the ones who create.

This, of course, begins at the crud­est lev­el when his­to­ri­ans casu­al­ly assert that some­thing that hap­pened to come into exis­tence dur­ing the reign of a king, or an emper­or, or a pharaoh was “made” by them or “built” by them. The his­to­ri­an may retreat to the excuse that this is a con­ven­tion­al form, under­stood by all to mean its oppo­site, but this leaves unex­plained why there should be any need to have a for­mu­la­ic phras­ing so mis­lead­ing and per­verse. In fact, it is usu­al­ly easy enough to tell from the con­text that the author does not real­ly con­tra­dict or qual­i­fy, in his mind, the con­ven­tion­al phrase, and real­ly does believe that a ruler is the cre­ative force, in every sense, behind what­ev­er admirable achieve­ments hap­pen to be known from his reign. The more dis­tant the events are in time, the more this pre­vails. No his­to­ri­an can get away with claim­ing that the Emper­or Joseph II was the com­pos­er of Don Gio­van­ni, but that is because the events are recent, and approach­ing the time when com­posers were begin­ning to be be per­ceived as impor­tant peo­ple. How­ev­er, those who know Mozart know that it was a close call. He was a celebri­ty as a child, because of his pre­coc­i­ty, but any­one who under­stands the era knows that the aris­toc­ra­cy of the Aus­tro-Hun­gar­i­an empire thought of him as noth­ing more impor­tant than a ser­vant, and when he left their brief atten­tion span, he died in pover­ty. His body van­ished into an anony­mous pauper’s grave. If his rep­u­ta­tion had not been relent­less­ly cham­pi­oned by musi­cians who knew him, his named would have been for­got­ten. Read more »

Sibelius’ Kullervo, Op.7

Kuller­vo is the dark­est char­ac­ter in the Kale­vala, the epic of Finnish mythol­o­gy that had a pro­found effect on me in child­hood. His sto­ry is told in runos31 through 36 of the epic. Enslaved and abused as a child, Kuller­vo’s life is dom­i­nat­ed by the quest for revenge, which leads him to com­mit hor­ri­fy­ing crimes, includ­ing the rape of his own sis­ter. The most strik­ing part of the sto­ry is his death, where he asks his sword if he should kill him­self, and the sword bursts into song:

08-04-15 LISTN Sibelius’ Kullervo, Op.7“Mieks’en söisi mielel­läni,
söisi syylistä lihoa,
vial­lista ver­ta joisi?
Syön lihoa syyt­tömän­ki,
juon ver­ta viat­toman­ki.”

“Why, if I desire it,
should I not kill you,
swal­low up your wicked blood?
I have con­sumed inno­cent flesh,
and swal­lowed up guilt­less blood.”

This lit­tle sequence was bor­rowed by Poul Ander­son in The Bro­ken Sword, and by Michael Moor­cock in one of his Elrictales. Väinämöi­nen, the wise cen­tral char­ac­ter of the Kale­vala, remarks that Kuller­vo’s fate proves that chil­dren should nev­er be mis­treat­ed, since an abused child will grow up with­out wis­dom or hon­our. Read more »

Monday, April 14, 2008 — Jeune Afrique 8 avril 2008 AFP: Les députés modifient la Constitution pour juger Hissène Habré — A Personal Ghost Comes Back in a Brief News Report

It seems that a relent­less tread­mill of events forces me to write, in this blog, about noth­ing but dic­ta­tors, famines, and wars. For those of you who are tired of it, let me con­fess that I am, too. I want­ed to devote a new entry to one of my real pas­sions ― land­scape, music, read­ing, nature, erot­ic plea­sure, the exquis­ite free­dom of the road. But an arti­cle for­ward­ed to me unleashed a flood of mem­o­ry and opened up pri­vate box­es that I’ve gen­er­al­ly kept shut. And it was about a dic­ta­tor. Now, I write a lot about dic­ta­tors, and the obser­vant among you will notice that I don’t much like them. But, in most cas­es, this is the result of study­ing his­to­ry. Dic­ta­tors are peo­ple I’ve most­ly encoun­tered in books. But there is one excep­tion. There is a dic­ta­tor with whom my rela­tion­ship is more con­crete, and has noth­ing to do with books. He is one of the “small-fry”. His crimes are mon­strous, but his numer­ous vic­tims were peo­ple the world cared noth­ing about. The slaugth­er and hor­ror took place right next door to the cur­rent slaugh­ter in Dar­fur, and was on the same scale, but in those pre-inter­net days it might as well have tak­en place in anoth­er solar sys­tem. The man I’m talk­ing about is Hissène Habré.

A mounted Dazaga (Gourane).... not quite a match for the more remote (and seldom photographed) Teda.

A mount­ed Daza­ga (Gourane).… not quite a match for the more remote (and sel­dom pho­tographed) Teda.

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