Friday, November 30, 2007

Making a Mess of Mozart

Apparently, this year Kenneth Branagh was not content with making a mess out of both As You Like It and Sleuth. He has now tried his hand with The Magic Flute; and, if the Web site is anything to go by, this may be his biggest disaster of the year. The site itself is an incredibly sloppy piece of work, at least if you enter it from the home page; so I would recommend cutting to the chase and going directly to the page with the trailer. Apparently, the Adobe Flash version is the only one that streams; and I do not recommend waiting for a download. If you cannot view the trailer, you may want to fall back on the text of the review that Tim Robey has provided for the Telegraph:

Plonking Mozart's phantasmagorical opera down in the trenches of the First World War is vintage Branagh - daring but silly.

The Queen of the Night (a scary Lyubov Petrova) makes an arresting entrance on top of a tank, and zips through the night sky during her aria like a witch without a broomstick.

Her enemy Sarastro (the imposing German bass René Pape) runs a field hospital and the Three Ladies wear slutty nurse outfits. This is the good stuff.

The bad stuff has a lot to do with Stephen Fry's English libretto, a series of coy rhyming couplets that pitch camp halfway between WS Gilbert and world's-worst-poet William McGonagall.

Except for the unknown Amy Carson, very sweet and credible as Pamina, Branagh has cast the romantic leads with rising opera stars who sing superbly but fall straight into the old trap of giving stage performances in close-up. Papageno (Benjamin Jay Davis) has never been more annoying.

With James Conlon conducting, this Flute is perfectly in tune - so it's a shame Branagh keeps dropping it in the mud.

It is almost impossible for me to enumerate the ways in which this all aggravates, particularly in light of the excellent Flute that we got to enjoy this season in San Francisco. I also have to wonder why Branagh had to bring in Fry, when W. H. Auden and Chester Kallman had already come up with and extremely thoughtful (not to mention singable) English version. As to what the imagery promises, Robey's text is only the tip of the iceberg, if one is to judge by the trailer.

As You Like It has yet to make it to an American movie house. Anyone on this side of the pond who saw it did so by virtue of HBO. These days we no longer have any good way to watch opera on cable except for the occasional efforts by PBS. Having already seen René Pape with the San Francisco Opera, I would certainly enjoy seeing and hearing him again; but this does not strike me as a good way to do it.

The Dudamel Watch

Having had a successful tour with his own Simón Bolívar Youth Orchestra, Gustavo Dudamel now seems to be making the rounds with American orchestras, building up to his becoming the new Music Director of the Los Angeles Philharmonic. This week he is the guest conductor at the New York Philharmonic, which Daniel J. Wakin of The New York Times has decided to call (in true New York fashion) "the real debut." Those of us in San Francisco will have to wait until March 20 for our "real debut," although, with any luck, XM will broadcast a recording of the New York performance before then.

As a rule, I try to keep my reading confined to reviews, since I have little trust in the authority of those promotional "preview" pieces. Nevertheless, I have as much curiosity about Dudamel as the next music lover; but I tried to keep that curiosity at an objective level. Thus, what interested me the most is the radical difference between the program that Dudamel is preparing in New York and the one he will perform in San Francisco. Wakin's article discussed the rehearsal of two works, the second symphony of Carlos Chávez ("Sinfonia India") and the fifth symphony of Serge Prokofiev. The scheduled program for the San Francisco Symphony concentrates on two other Russians: the first piano concerto of Sergei Rachmaninoff (with soloist Kirill Gerstein) and the complete score for Igor Stravinsky's "Firebird" ballet.

Curious as I am about hearing "Firebird" in an orchestral setting (since one cannot really expect a pit orchestra to do justice to the full complexity and subtlety of the music and since it poses the challenge of making the pas d'action scenes "work" without the dancers), I have to confess a partiality for the New York offering. Much of this has to do with the fact that my ears are still ringing from the performance of the Prokofiev symphony that the Saint Petersburg Philharmonic delivered, and I also realize that I have yet to hear a "live" performance of any Chávez. Back when I first got to know John Cage, I remember his talking (in a rather less-than-Buddhist style) about how Columbia Records had decided to set priorities for which contemporary composers they would promote. Cage claimed that they ultimately had to make a choice between Copland and Chávez; and, of course, Copland came out on top. This may just have been Cage taking a jab at American nationalism (just as Ferruccio Busoni had once done in a letter in which he referred to the United States as the "killer of the Indians"); but it was my first exposure to the extent to which the business of music had more to do with filtering than with promoting. Regardless of any bias, I used to value my vinyl recording of the complete set of Chávez symphonies performed by the Dallas Symphony under Eduardo Mata; and I would give anything to hear a good concert performance of any of them.

This is about as far as the objective account can be taken. Wakin interviewed several members of the Philharmonic after the rehearsal he attended, and all of the observations in his article are positive. The next step will be to see what the critics have to say!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

A Sad Transition

It has been a while since I have written about one of the Noontime Concerts™ at St. Patrick's Church in Wednesday's here in San Francisco. This is not a sign of disappointment with the organization of the series or the nature of the offerings (also presented on alternate Tuesday's at Old St. Mary's Cathedral, our city's first cathedral) but just a consequence of the current demands on my time. I have valued the opportunity for a "Musical Lunch Break," when circumstances allow me to take one; and this was particularly true during the summer, when the two "official" concerts in the Midsummer Mozart Festival were supplemented by a series of concerts under Noontime auspices. What I had not really appreciated was either the legacy or the extent of the institution, as described on the Noontime Concerts™ Web site:

Noontime Concerts are modeled after those developed by Dame Myra Hess, 1890–1965. In the first months of the Second World War, all live music performances ceased in Britain. Dame Hess inaugurated what was to become a remarkable and popular series of lunchtime concerts at the National Gallery, a building then emptied of its treasures for safekeeping during the Blitz. This was exactly what people needed, since the blackouts made it difficult for London’s suburban residents to travel up to town after dark. The audience, which included regular devotees as well as many who had never heard such music before, grew from Hess’s brainchild to replace one kind of art with another.

Noontime Concerts™ is part of an international network of churches, museums and other venues offering a welcome midday respite amidst the hustle and bustle of urban life in the tradition of Dame Hess. New York’s Concerts at One, for example, take place on Mondays in St. Paul’s Chapel on Broadway and on Thursdays in Trinity Church on Wall Street at 1:00 p.m. When in New York, call (212) 602-0747 for concert information or check their website, www.trinitywallstreet.org. In England, the current London version of Noontime Concerts takes place in the Royal Parish Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, which enjoys one of the finest musical reputations in the world. Every Monday, Tuesday and Friday at 1:00 p.m., renowned musicians have an opportunity to perform at this central London venue for a discriminating audience. To find out more about London’s historic midday concert series, see www.stmartin-in-the-fields.org. Chicago’s Dame Myra Hess Memorial Concerts take place at the Chicago Cultural Center in Preston Bradley Hall. Their concert calendar can be found at www.chicagoperformances.org.

Sadly, the "Lunch Break" on January 30 will be the last at St. Patrick's. No "official" explanation has yet been given, either on the Web site or in the recently published Noontime News, in which Board President Robin Wirthlin calls it a "pending dismissal." The good news is that Old St. Mary's will continue to provide a venue for Noontime Concerts™; but, unfortunately, there will now be only four, rather than six, concerts each month. Meanwhile, I have added a link to the Noontime Concerts™ Web site to my "What I Read" list. This should make it easier for those visiting San Francisco to check out the offerings while making their travel plans (as well as compensating for the lack of local coverage provided by San Francisco newspapers).

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

A Nine-Minute Opera

Having recently written about the rise in opportunities to hear the music of Samuel Barber, I was delighted to see that the San Francisco Conservatory of Music included his A Hand of Bridge in last night's Opera Workshop Scene Recital. As one might guess from the title, there are four characters; and the opera was performed in its entirety. However, I should qualify that last remark by pointing out that the entire opera lasts nine minutes! Rather than giving the characters the abstract names of North, South, East, and West, they are named Geraldine, Sally, Bill, and David, constituting two married couples who seem to meet for bridge every night after work and dinner. The whole piece is a brief experiment in interior monologue, rather in the fashion of Strange Interlude, which I found a bit peculiar because the very notion of an operatic aria is usually a matter of interior monologue. Still, the jazzy sounds reminded me that Barber could have a lighter touch than I had heard in his piano concerto (or than we all know from his "Adagio for Strings"); so it was nice to see yet another institution joining the ranks of those now recognizing a composer largely neglected in his own lifetime.

Autism or Infantilism?

While I enjoy Andrew Keen's writing and admire him for entertaining the proposition that "the Internet is killing our culture," my own interests have led me to explore a malady of greater depth and breadth. Yesterday I suggested that a more critical question was whether or not we were become a culture, not of amateurism, but of autism. During the summer I pursued another perspective, that of the infantilism of our culture, manifested by symptoms such as our adoption of a lifestyle best depicted by the Eloi of H. G. Wells' Time Machine or our passionate and unreflective embrace of what I called "Secular Messianism." The proposition that we are turning into a nation of Eloi was reinforced today by an article for SPIEGEL ONLINE by Frank Hornig, published under the header "Oursourcing your Personal Life." Hornig has tried to assess the scope of the impact that outsourcing (still, as a rule, to a call center in India) has had on our day-to-day activities. Here is the lead to his story:

When asked to describe his new life, Michael Levy goes into rhapsodies. "You become lazy," he says. "It's just wonderful."

Up until this summer, the 42-year-old led a normal middle-class life in New York, working as a lawyer for the Department of Justice. Lately, though, he's had an entire staff at his disposal, who take care of his personal life around the clock.

Take, for example, a recent situation in Las Vegas, where Levy was holding his bachelor party. Sitting at the poker table with friends, he didn't feel like discussing the room arrangements personally with the hotel reception. "Please call and tell them to put an extra bed in room 21057," he instructed his assistant by e-mail via his Blackberry. Personal secretaries also arranged bridal shop appointments for Levy's fiancée before the wedding, and organized tuxedo rental for the guests.

Hornig's basic thesis is that the technology behind outsourcing to an Indian call center now makes it possible for middle-class Americans to have a servant class at their disposal. Furthermore, that servant class comes at an affordable rate: $29 per month for Levy. Presumably, even if his feelings about our President have changed, Tom Friedman is still holding up stories like this as examples of the virtues of globalization; but, from my own point of view, the real punch line is in that first quote from Levy himself. Wells' Eloi were peaceful and physically attractive; but they were also lazy, because, by their very nature, they did not have to do anything. Put another way, if the Catholics are currently down on Philip Pullman for attacking their institution, Wells did nothing less than deconstruct the Garden of Eden into a sociopathic breeding ground; and Hornig has turned this into a one-two punch by demonstrating that the American middle class (if not the middle class of the industrialized world) has embraced that sociopathy with all of its passion.

For Wells probably the greater tragedy of the Eloi was not that they were lazy but that they were unreflective. The underlying cause is still the same. If one does not have to act out of necessity, one hardly needs to act at all; and, if one does not act, one does not have to anticipate the consequences of one's actions. There is that word again. Through our inability to reflect on consequences (or, for that matter, to even recognize that consequences exist and require reflection), we have become a culture that "can't solve our problems any more;" and we react by turning even the slightest of our problems over to an Indian call center. As a result, we are as "mindless and ineffectual" as the Eloi; and we are in it so deep that we can no longer see what we have become. Perhaps this is the "whimper" to which the world will succumb, at least according to the "gospel" of the "Reverend" T. S. Eliot.

Any Point of Agreement is Better than None at All

Many of the Arab leaders invited to the Annapolis conference voice a common reaction, which was that they did not want to be part of a hollow ceremony. The fact that they got a hollow ceremony, however, may not be that catastrophic, simply because the United States had little credibility left to lose in their eyes. More interesting, however, is the unity of understanding shared by both Israeli and Arab newspapers in their disappointment with the results of the meeting (as reported today by Ulrike Putz at SPIEGEL ONLINE). This opens the door to a "modest proposal" that would probably not go down well with the power elite but might still be worth a try. Perhaps we should recall the wisdom of Georges Clemenceau ("La guerre! C’est une chose trop grave pour la confier à des militaires.") and recognize that peace in the Middle East is too serious to be entrusted to political leaders. As an alternative, one might propose a conversation among reporters and columnists, who, in the spirit of Mr. Dooley, are in the best position to represent all those voiceless people stuck with living in the mess that the political leaders have created. The level of discourse may not necessarily always exhibit the civility of diplomatic ceremony, but it would not be hard for the conversation to achieve a far higher level of substance! If there is actually a point of agreement out there, we should be encouraging it as a point of departure, rather than deluding ourselves about any promises that were delivered "according to script" at the conclusion of the Annapolis event.

A(nother?) Vindication for Andrew Keen

Some readers may recall that back in July I reported on a Book TV broadcast of a "debate" (scare quotes intentionally added) over Andrew Keen's book, The Cult of the Amateur, that was held on June 6 at the Strand Bookstore in New York. The scare quotes have to do with the high level of speciousness in the arguments posed to refute Keen's claims around the theme of his book, that "the Internet is killing our culture." One of the attempted refutations came from Jeff Howell of Wired (who was supposed to be moderating the discussion), who waxed long and eloquent (This is "moderating?") over the "long tail effect." Keen's basic response was that, indeed, anyone (including all of the "amateurs" that occupy his book) out on the long tail could be "discovered" to the benefit of others; but he was skeptical that anyone could make money by being discoverable.

Keen's skepticism has now been confirmed with more specific data and analysis posted by Gordon Haff on his Pervasive Datacenter blog for CNET. The bottom line of his argument is that money is made on the long tail, rather than in it. Put another way, Amazon can (and probably does) make a healthy share of their revenue by aggregating a vast number of books, each of which is known to have very little appeal, and handling the sale of all of them. Any author of any of those books, however, is not going to earn enough for a loaf of bread off of the increased sales (s)he gets by virtue of being in the Amazon catalog.

This is really not a particularly profound insight. Back in my student days at MIT, we would have called it "intuitively obvious to the most casual observer." Nevertheless, it serves to reinforce why I keep invoking the Kool-Aid metaphor when I try to take on the deleterious consequences of technology evangelism. The problem is that such evangelism, not unlike most religious evangelism, so clouds our perceptions and judgments that we can no longer "casually observe" the world around us and arrive at even the most "intuitively obvious" conclusions. If they can ever get that Kool-Aid out of their system, would-be content providers should pay more attention to the wisdom of Lennie Tristano (originally formulated for his jazz students): If you really want to make a serious effort in providing the Internet with content that can be valuable to others, make sure you can support yourself with a day job!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Positive Chutzpah from Iran (of all Places)

Can it really be that Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has never received a Chutzpah of the Week award? Checking my records, I was a bit surprised to discover that this is the case, particularly since he is now in the running for one with a positive connotation. Here are the grounds for the award, as reported in The Guardian by Robert Tait:

Having failed to win a response with an 18-page letter to President George Bush or to a request to visit the site of the September 11 2001 attack on New York, Ahmadinejad has offered himself as an observer in next year's presidential election.

This has got to be the best application of sauce-for-the-goose logic that I have encountered in some time. Needless to say, in the wake of our last two Presidential elections, there have been no end of jokes about a need for observers; but this one appears to be the real deal. My guess is that Ahmadinejad will be dismissed as he always has been; but, whatever his cultural biases may be, it is nice to see that he has a good intuitive grasp of the true nature of chutzpah!

The Laptop that Cried "Wolf"

In my last speculation about how future generations may socialize, I did not say anything about how those generations might be influenced by the One Laptop per Child (OLPC) movement. Now that the laptop (called the XO) is finally being manufactured and distributed, the movement is getting a fair share of media coverage. Today's BBC News featured an interview with Walter Bender, one of the leaders of this movement, who is already apologizing for why it is not already an overnight success. From Bender's point of view, it is all the fault of politicians who, in the words of BBC reporter Jonathan Fildes, "were unwilling to commit because 'change equals risk'."

In Fildes' account the other side of the story comes from Nigeria:

In an interview with the BBC, Nigeria's education minister questioned the need for laptops in poorly equipped schools.

Dr Igwe Aja-Nwachuku said: "What is the essence of introducing One Laptop per Child when they don't have seats to sit down and learn; when they don't have uniforms to go to school in, where they don't have facilities?"

"We are more interested in laying a very solid foundation for quality education which will be efficient, effective, accessible and affordable."

The previous government of Nigeria had committed to buying one million laptops.

Dr Aja-Nwachuku said he was now assessing OLPC alongside other schemes from Microsoft and Intel.

"We are asking whether this is the most critical thing to drive education."

Last week a similar argument was posed to Nicholas Negroponte, the founder of OLPC, when he was interviewed on PBS NewsHour. Negroponte blithely responded that having one of his laptops would be like having a teacher "24/7." I relayed this comment to my wife, who teaches middle school at an independent school; and she took that remark as an insult from someone who knows nothing about teaching in lower-education classrooms. My guess is that just about any teacher in the United States, if not the world, would agree with her, no matter how strenuous their particular classroom conditions may be.

What Negroponte seems to have overlooked is that an educational experience is as much about socialization as it is about "knowledge acquisition," a principle that been with us ever since it was documented by Plato. The alternative is that Negroponte did not overlook the principle and is simply assuming that socialization can take place through the laptop and on a scale far wider than any classroom could provide. If that is the case, then we probably ought to lock him in a room with Cory Doctorow and see which of them emerges intact. This would probably be a bit unfair, because my guess is that neither of them has put in any "trench time" at a real classroom with real kids (who do not always behave "according to plan"). Still my personal bias would be with Doctorow, just because he seems to have a better grasp of the concept of "consequences" and engages that concept in his evaluative methods!

It's About more than Advertising

Cory Doctorow has that admirable blend of logic and rhetoric that we used to take for granted in the writings of old-school columnists but is regarded today by all too many readers and publishers as pathetically old-fashioned. Thus, if for no other reason than a need to revive the quality reading habits that such old-school columnists could cultivate, the column he wrote yesterday for InformationWeek deserves attention. In many ways it is a follow-up to Friday's report by Anick Jesdanun and Rachel Metz of the Associated Press about Facebook's latest marketing strategy; but this is just the tip of Doctorow's iceberg. The entire iceberg involves a meticulous deconstruction of not only Facebook but also the broader concept of computer-based social networks, which builds up to the climactic conclusion that, when all the glitz is stripped away, these technologies are fundamentally antisocial.

From a rhetorical point of view, Doctorow has engaged one of the more popular genres among today's readers, the rant. Here is an example of the persiflage he engages to get the reader's attention:

Facebook is no paragon of virtue. It bears the hallmarks of the kind of pump-and-dump service that sees us as sticky, monetizable eyeballs in need of pimping. The clue is in the steady stream of emails you get from Facebook: "So-and-so has sent you a message." Yeah, what is it? Facebook isn't telling -- you have to visit Facebook to find out, generate a banner impression, and read and write your messages using the halt-and-lame Facebook interface, which lags even end-of-lifed email clients like Eudora for composing, reading, filtering, archiving and searching. Emails from Facebook aren't helpful messages, they're eyeball bait, intended to send you off to the Facebook site, only to discover that Fred wrote "Hi again!" on your "wall." Like other "social" apps (cough eVite cough), Facebook has all the social graces of a nose-picking, hyperactive six-year-old, standing at the threshold of your attention and chanting, "I know something, I know something, I know something, won't tell you what it is!"

However, once he has that attention, he then homes in on his true goal, which is to question whether or not any of this social networking technologies have any serious or lasting value:

The debate about redeeming Facebook starts from the assumption that Facebook is snowballing toward critical mass, the point at which it begins to define "the Internet" for a large slice of the world's netizens, growing steadily every day. But I think that this is far from a sure thing. Sure, networks generally follow Metcalfe's Law: "the value of a telecommunications network is proportional to the square of the number of users of the system." This law is best understood through the analogy of the fax machine: a world with one fax machine has no use for faxes, but every time you add a fax, you square the number of possible send/receive combinations (Alice can fax Bob or Carol or Don; Bob can fax Alice, Carol and Don; Carol can fax Alice, Bob and Don, etc).

But Metcalfe's law presumes that creating more communications pathways increases the value of the system, and that's not always true (see Brook's Law: "Adding manpower to a late software project makes it later").

Having watched the rise and fall of SixDegrees, Friendster, and the many other proto-hominids that make up the evolutionary chain leading to Facebook, MySpace, et al, I'm inclined to think that these systems are subject to a Brook's-law parallel: "Adding more users to a social network increases the probability that it will put you in an awkward social circumstance." Perhaps we can call this "boyd's Law" for danah boyd, the social scientist who has studied many of these networks from the inside as a keen-eyed net-anthropologist and who has described the many ways in which social software does violence to sociability in a series of sharp papers.

He then offers an illustration:

Here's one of boyd's examples, a true story: a young woman, an elementary school teacher, joins Friendster after some of her Burning Man buddies send her an invite. All is well until her students sign up and notice that all the friends in her profile are sunburnt, drug-addled techno-pagans whose own profiles are adorned with digital photos of their painted genitals flapping over the Playa. The teacher inveigles her friends to clean up their profiles, and all is well again until her boss, the school principal, signs up to the service and demands to be added to her friends list. The fact that she doesn't like her boss doesn't really matter: in the social world of Friendster and its progeny, it's perfectly valid to demand to be "friended" in an explicit fashion that most of us left behind in the fourth grade. Now that her boss is on her friends list, our teacher-friend's buddies naturally assume that she is one of the tribe and begin to send her lascivious Friendster-grams, inviting her to all sorts of dirty funtimes.

There is nothing new about such horror stories. We have heard more than enough of them, if not experienced any of them directly. The point of the illustration, however, is to demonstrate that the way in which we "network" in the real social world is a far cry from what technologies such as Facebook enable. Doctorow captures this nicely:

In the real world, we don't articulate our social networks.

Put more bluntly, a social network in the real world is not a database of links, no matter how much metadata you try to hang on to those links. Indeed, the ways in which we "link" in the real-world processes of socialization are far too fluid and context-dependent to ever be shoehorned into the simplistic technology of a database, no matter how large and complex the contents may be. For Doctorow this refutes his aforementioned proposition that Facebook will "define 'the Internet' for a large slice of the world's netizens;" but there can also be a more pessimistic reading, best explained by way of an analogy.

As an undergraduate I was fascinated by the question of whether or not a computer could compose music as well as a "real" composer. In one of my term papers, I came to the conclusion that it was highly unlikely that a computer would produce a composition that was up to the standards being taught and practiced in the middle of the twentieth century. However, I also suggested that the standards of a later age could well change, meaning that future audiences might derive more satisfaction from what a computer could compose than from any of the "outmoded" works of a Bach or a Beethoven. In a similar way Doctorow has not taken into account that socialization is what we perceive it to be. Thus, a future generation may actually "articulate" their social networks, even if we do not. From our point of view, such a generation would seem impoverished, if not pathological, perhaps along the lines of autistic symptoms. However, to that generation our point of view would be external and therefore of little significance. Thus, my pessimistic reading is that Facebook may well be inventing the future of socialization, whether we want it to or not!

Monday, November 26, 2007

Sex in Another City

Critical as I have been about Wikipedia, I think that anyone planning to see the final performance of La Rondine at the San Francisco Opera this Thursday will probably benefit from the back-story on the Wikipedia page for that opera:

In October 1913, the directors of Vienna's Carltheater asked Puccini to compose an operetta. After confirming that it could take the form of a through-composed comic opera "like Rosenkavalier but more amusing and more organic," he agreed. For two years, the work proceeded slowly. Because of the outbreak of World War I, the contract was revised, the Viennese management released its rights to the opera’s première, and the neutral territory of Monte Carlo was selected for the opening.

In Italy Puccini tried to sell the rights to his editor Giulio Ricordi but he refused to buy them. Ricordi's rival, Sonzogno, did not think twice when he got the chance to finally get the rights to an opera by Italy's most famous living composer, but despite the artistic value of the score, La rondine was, through the years, one of Puccini's least successful operas.

La rondine shares some resemblance to Verdi's La traviata and one critic called it "the poor man's La traviata".

The Traviata connection is definitely there in this story of a demi-mondaine and the young man smitten by here; but the Rosenkavalier connection is also there since, ultimately, this is an opera about letting go, rather than dying, of love. By all rights La Bohème should be added to the mix, except that this time the focus is on "how the other half lives." I suppose the Carltheater management figured that Rosenkavalier was not playing well with the masses, but Puccini did not exactly have a reputation for comic opera when they approached him. As to whether or not he could be "organic," my personal feeling is that he hit his peak on that score with Tosca, after which it ceased to occupy him as a priority.

So "one of Puccini's least successful operas" has come to San Francisco by way of Covent Garden and the Théâtre du Capitole de Toulouse, most likely as a vehicle for Angela Gheorghiu, who recorded it with her husband, Roberto Alagna, in 1997. Comparisons to other operas aside, the best way to treat this may be as an extended (to two-and-a-quarter hours) episode of Sex in the City (just as I have always felt that Art was, more than anything else, a ninety-minute episode of Seinfeld, whatever the cultural background of its author may have been). That extension is definitely longer than anything Candace Bushnell could sustain; and I rather wish that conductor Ion Marin had brought a better sense of pace to the timing of the three acts, more along the lines of what Massimo Zanetti had brought to Macbeth. San Francisco had to wait for quite some time for Gheorghiu to grace us with her presence. I just wish that, for all that waiting, we could have enjoyed something more "organic," as the Carltheater management put it.

On Asking the Right Questions about Communities

I was a senior in high school the year that Lord of the Flies came out in paperback, and I was fortunate enough to have an English teacher who decided that our class should include the book in its curriculum for the year. Before we began she read us a long and tedious essay that William Golding had published, most of which had almost no impact on any of us. However, Golding did end the essay on an intriguing note. I cannot remember the exact words; but, invoking Pontius Pilate, Golding wrote something like, "The fool ends a discussion by asking, 'What is truth?' The wise man uses the question to begin the discussion."

In retrospect this is just the sort of thing that appeals to a high school mind that grasps slogans more readily than concepts and theories. (Lord knows, there are enough of those slogans in Lord of the Flies!) Nevertheless, the underlying principle reminds me of just what it is that aggravates me so much in all of that Web 2.0 evangelism, particularly when the sloganeering turns to communities. That aggravation lies in the overwhelming flood of text, whether within the authoritarian disguise of a book cover or in the unedited blogosphere where confusion can be paraded as a virtue, that purports to deliver "answers" about the nature of communities and how that nature is thriving in the world the Internet has made. By Golding's principle the authors of these texts are all fools, because few, if any, discussions are being held based on first trying to identify the right questions to ask about the impact of current technology on the nature of communities. This was driven home to me when I received a belated comment, from Kai-Uwe Hellman, to a post I wrote back in August in which I tried to lay out the basic principles of interaction rituals. Hellman shares my frustration with the high level of confusion within the "communicative traffic" (his phrase) about communities; and he wants to ask why that level of confusion is so high and, in a related vein, why there should be so much hype (his word choice) over a concept that is so poorly understood in the first place. He also wishes to ask about the validity of one of the fundamental propositions posed by Ferdinand Tönnies, that the very sense of community will be inevitably lost with the expansion of the modern market society (which I happen to see as the "manifest destiny" of the Internet). From this stance he does not see Erving Goffman as a key participant in the discussion, since interaction rituals have more to do with maintaining and sustaining communities but may not figure in their potential demise.

Honoring Golding's principle, I would like to add to this discussion without suggesting that it will be concluded with any answers. Regarding the Tönnies thesis, I have to confess that I shall have to do more reading before delving into his argument structure. Nevertheless, I should note here that I find it interesting (if not logically indicative) that Robert Putnam's "bowling alone" study of the decline of "social capital" in the United States, best known from his 2001 book but introduced in an essay written in 1995, seems to have fallen off the radar of public attention. Putnam did Golding one better: He began by collecting data. The data collection process was probably motivated by questions, probably along the lines of those inspired by Tönnies; but Putnam could then use the data to pose more specific questions. His effort to start a discussion was a noble one, but his voice has now been drowned out by the chaos of all those technology evangelists.

This raises Hellman's more serious questions about the investment of so much "communicative traffic" that does little more than advertise the confusion of the "traffickers?" Those last scare quotes may contain the seed of an answer that needs to be further cultivated, since I deliberately chose a noun whose primary connotation involves marketing narcotics and other illegal substances. It may well be that the behavior that Hellman is examining is a product of a "doubled-edged sword of addiction." One edge involves the addictive nature of Internet usage itself; and the other is that consumerism, in any setting, is also addictive. To the extent that addiction impedes judgment, we often encounter addicts who bubble over with the surface appearances of creative insights; but, when those insights are examined in the harsh light of sobriety, they are rife with fallacies and misperceptions. This is why the Kool-Aid now associated with Jonestown has become such a popular metaphor, since it captures so perfectly how destructive (even to the self) such thinking can be. In other words those who try to cultivate discussion around serious questions are impeded by those who traffic in confusion as a consequence of their addictions. Thus, the loss of community that Tönnies feared may emerge as a side-effect of a broader problem concerned with the loss of communication (which, in turn, would probably reflect back on Max Weber's concerns about the loss of meaning).

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Between Two Nimrods

I am not sure who tried to turn "nimrod" into a derogatory common noun; but I take some comfort from the fact that the latest edition of the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary does not recognize that definition. It rather pollutes a proper appreciation of both the composition and the performance of Edward Elgar's "Enigma Variations;" and I think too highly of Elgar to ignore such slights to his memory. In that context I find myself reflecting on how Yuri Temirkanov's selection of the ninth of these variations (whose "enigmatic" title is "Nimrod") as an encore had me look back upon my previous experience of hearing this work in concert (in its entirety) and forward to last night's performance by the San Francisco Symphony under the baton of Leonard Slatkin. Not counting my having seen Frederick Ashton's choreographic interpretation of this music, that previous experience was the first time I had heard a "live" performance; and at that performance Norman del Mar led the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra when they were performing at the Purchase campus of the State University of New York a little over two decades ago. Until I heard Elgar's first symphony for the first time, I had associated the composer with the jingoistic sentimentality of his "Pomp and Circumstance" marches; but I heard in that symphony the same kind of emotional depth that I had previously found only in the music of Gustav Mahler. Thus, I was not surprised to learn, initially through Ashton's choreography, about the depressive nature of Elgar's character. I suppose there are still those who find all this excessive sentimental indulgence, just as Harold Schoenberg could never get beyond calling Mahler a "cry-baby." Del Mar, on the other hand, conducted this music as a highly personal examination of Elgar's self in the setting of those who meant the most to him. The "decoding" of the title of the ninth variation refers to August Jaeger (whose name means "hunter" in German, as Nimrod was the "mighty hunter" in Genesis), who was second only to Elgar's wife in sustaining him through many of the worst of his depressions. The variation is a pivotal point in the whole set, and del Mar knew exactly how to make it function in that role, only to surface again in the triumphant finale of the concluding variation.

By selecting this variation as an encore, Temirkanov detached it from its context. Only those of us with a strong sense of the entire cycle could appreciate that he understood the shadings of tone and orchestration through which Elgar could reflect back on his personal agonies and those who tried to make them more endurable. Neither Temirkanov nor his Saint Petersburg Philharmonic could claim a "native" understanding of Elgar's cultural context the way del Mar could with his ensemble; but the Russians knew how to let the music speak for itself. The result, for me at least, was the reminder of a performance to come and the opportunity to hear the full set of variations in their entirety.

As an American, Slatkin had no more claim to the British mentality than Temirkanov did; but he, too, knew how to let the music speak for itself. He found his own voice most notably in a surging approach to crescendos that I had not recalled in del Mar's interpretation (which, admittedly, was some time ago). This was most evident in the finale, which is very much a bursting forth from the shadows of depression into a blazing light. It demands a might sound from the orchestra, which does not deteriorate into reckless blaring. With all of their Mahler experience, the San Francisco Symphony knows how to do this; and they could provide Slatkin with just the right shaping that his interpretation required. This was also true of the entire cycle, which, from the point of view of the respective lengths of the variations, is not as neatly balanced as most variation sets are. Like del Mar, Slatkin knew how the pace the work in the large, treating the brief and impulsive variations, such as the bulldog antics of the eleventh, with a mercurial spontaneity while letting the more expansive variations, such as "Nimrod," "expand" to fill the requisite "emotional space." Ultimately, this performance was a reminder that this work is not performed frequently enough; but I was glad to see that we have conductors from both Russia and the United States who can do as much justice to this work as the British have done.

On the other hand Slatkin also has the advantage of excelling in American music, including works that also do not receive enough performances. This was evident in his performance of Samuel Barber's piano concerto with Garrick Ohlsson as soloist. This is also a work of grand sounds, but there is nothing British about Barber's grandeur. His talent for sharp bright orchestral colors is matched by an aggressive approach to counter-rhythms at the keyboard. As The New York Times recently observed when Vanessa was revived at New York City Opera, Barber was dismissed as excessively sentimental in his own time due to his rejection of all the more cerebral experiments taking place, particularly around the serial approach to composition. It is only now that we have put that ideology at a safe distance that we can begin to appreciate the virtues of the voice he found for himself. Both Slatkin and Ohlsson had no shortage of that appreciation; and, while many of the melodic and contrapuntal contortions were not easy for the "newcomer" ear to follow, their performance left me (at least) with a desire to hear more of this work. In other words they both exercised the virtues of concert programming to the best of their abilities.

With all of those large sounds, Slatkin also made the judicious choice of beginning with the smaller scale of a Haydn symphony, Number 67 in F major. Haydn is, of course, known for the sense of wit that he could bring to his compositions; and in this symphony he is at the top of his game. Slatkin, in turn, found just the right lightness of touch to allow each of Haydn's almost throw-away gestures prod the ear into the recognition that this was not just another symphony. Particularly amusing was his decision to render the trio of the Menuetto movement as a duet for the leaders of the first and second violin sections. Since this was a mini-excursion into chamber music, Slatkin just stood there, watching attentively, while Alexander Barantschik and Dan Nobuhiko Smiley took the spotlight. Then, after starting the orchestra on the da capo, Slatkin took a few bills from his pocket and offered them each a "fee" for their service, which fit in nicely with the good humor of the event, even if it did not fit the customs of Haydn's time. The audience "got" the spirit of the joke and acknowledge it by applauding after the movement had finished.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Is the Electoral Process in Crisis?

Today's news from Moscow, pulled from the wire services first (once again) by Al Jazeera English, reminds us that the electoral crisis in Russia is as great as it is in Pakistan. The two situations are unpleasantly parallel: Groups opposed to the administration in power try to organize protests over the fairness (or lack thereof) of the electoral process and are stopped in their tracks by the exercise of brute force. The only thing more unpleasant is the extent to which our own President has declared the leaders of these two countries to be his "soul-mates." If our President is sincere in this particular "declaration from the heart," one has to wonder where the affinity lies. Is the Bush administration observing (if not using) Pakistan and Russia as "laboratories" for testing hypotheses concerned with how administrative authority can control the electoral process? Considering the disarray in the activities leading up to the selection of a candidate from the Democratic party, the investigation of such hypotheses may be unnecessary. On the other hand, if one takes approval ratings into account, the current power structure is going to need more than yet another close-call decision resulting from a confused and frustrated electorate. They are going to need a slam-dunk, which seems as unlikely as ever in a country that continues to be so ideologically divided (possibly as a consequence of the machinations of that current power structure). The hypothesis that "the rest of us" should be exploring is whether or not our administration will play a state-of-emergency card not unlike the one recently played in Pakistan. At the very least this is a time when the other two branches of our government should own up to the extent to which our separation-of-powers principles have been so severely strained and exercise the full extent of their respective authorities to right the balance before that balance is knocked off of its pedestal!

Meanwhile, a report filed by Enrique Andres Pretel for Reuters indicates that at least one of our President's nemeses may be facing a similar situation:

Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez has lost his lead eight days before a referendum on ending his term limit, an independent pollster said on Saturday, in a swing in voter sentiment against the Cuba ally.

Forty-nine percent of likely voters oppose Chavez's proposed raft of constitutional changes to expand his powers, compared with 39 percent in favor, a survey by respected pollster Datanalisis showed.

Just weeks ago, Chavez had a 10-point lead for his proposed changes in the OPEC nation that must be approved in a referendum, the polling company said.

The setting for this particularly story, however, is different from those in Russia and Pakistan. It may well be that Venezuelans are cultivating a new "sense of self" in the global arena, due as much to a cultural identity being promoted by Gustavo Dudamel as to the economic impact of their oil resources. That sense of self is also a sense of respect, which may have been strained by the sort of public face that Chavez presented, not only in his confrontation with the King of Spain but also in his behavior at the recent OPEC summit. On the other hand Luis Vicente Leon, who runs Datanalisis, is cautioning us all to remember that Chavez still controls powerful political machinery; so his referendum could still pass with the sort of slam-dunk which our own administration so covets. Nevertheless, the poll results give us an appreciation for the global scope of the values upon which our own country was founded and should remind us that those values can no longer be confined to our own (idiosyncratic or ideological?) national perspective.

Friday, November 23, 2007

The True Colors of Facebook

Hopefully, anyone still entertaining serious thoughts about a role for Facebook in an enterprise software suite has been tracking (pun intended) the consequences of the latest marketing strategy implemented by the social networking company. Here is some background leading up to the current state of play as reported by Anick Jesdanun and Rachel Metz of the Associated Press:

Facebook has long prided itself on guarding its users' privacy, but the walls have gradually lowered. In 2006, a "news feeds" feature allowing users to track changes friends make to profiles backfired when many users denounced it as stalking and threatened protests. Facebook quickly apologized and agreed to let users turn off the feature.

The new program lets companies tap ongoing conversations by alerting users about friends' activities through the feeds. About 40 Web sites have decided to embed a free tool from Facebook, known as a Beacon, to enable the marketing feeds.

This has led to the following conditions:

Some users of the online hangout Facebook are complaining that its two-week-old marketing program is publicizing their purchases for friends to see.

Those users say they never noticed a small box that appears on a corner of their Web browsers following transactions at Fandango, Overstock and other online retailers. The box alerts users that information is about to be shared with Facebook unless they click on "No Thanks." It disappears after about 20 seconds, after which consent is assumed.

Users are given a second notice the next time they log on to Facebook, but they can easily miss it if they quickly click away to visit a friend's page or check e-mail.

In other words users can opt out of this marketing system, but they have to be very alert to do so. Furthermore, as the AP team noted, they can only do this on a site-by-site basis. This is likely to lead to an "arms race" among the commercial sites over who can come up with the most clever ways of concealing the "No Thanks" box without overtly eliminating it.

In attempting to identify just who is responsible for this current state of affairs, the AP reporters ran into what has become the usual "nobody's fault" syndrome. In this particular case Fandango referred them to Facebook, which defended its strategy emphasizing that it was through advertising that they could offer their service free of charge. Thus, the only real result has been a well-written report about how a new sector of the Internet population is learning about consequences.

All this leads me to wonder just where JP Rangaswami is over at confused of calcutta when it comes to the consequences of deploying Facebook in an enterprise setting. I have already take issue with one of the longer poles in his tent:

Facebook is not a “social networking” site. It is a community of communities. Now this is potentially of immense value in an enterprise, if we use it sensibly.

At the time he made this claim, I focused my attention of how specious his reasoning about communities was. Now we see that, whatever his logic may have been, Facebook, itself, really does not care. Facebook is a business, like any other, which means that their highest (only?) priority is revenue. They see this as an opportunity to beef up their revenue, provided they get a few bugs out of the system. Unfortunately, in an enterprise setting, those bugs are likely to reveal more than buying preferences; they are a new source of data that can be mined for espionage intelligence, opening a fault line on the playing field where competitive advantages are determined. In other words it was not just the JP fumbled the basic ontological nature of communities but that, in his fumble, he neglected to account for the extent to which different communities may compete with each other.

This has been a sobering experience for me. I used to read confused of calcutta because it prompted me to new ways of thinking about the role of the social world in enterprise operations, particularly when technology is involved in those operations. Now I am beginning to read it as just another blog, where the gut-level faith of the author can soar blithely above the hard evidence of reason. I have grown tired of that game and no longer wish to play it. Using such sites as a venue for trying to move enterprise software to a better place is a losing battle. These days I feel it is more important to dispense with the Kool-Aid of technology evangelism and track the news for the sake of issuing "early warnings" to defend against the next forays that those enterprises will make in trying to run our lives!

Thursday, November 22, 2007

A Russian Sound?

The sound of the Saint Petersburg Philharmonic continues to ring in my ears, even while my wife and I have escaped to the splendid isolation (sort of) of Fort Bragg for one of our "beer runs." (The town has an impressively imaginative brewery.) I already mentioned the way in which Yuri Temirkanov "worked" the low strings in his approach to the Beethoven violin concerto. I realize that he also did not neglect them when conducting Mozart, and in the Prokofiev fifth they were reinforced by low brass resources that were not available to Mozart and Beethoven. Considering this alongside the tradition of the sound of a Russian bass voice makes me wonder whether or not there is some "natural affinity" for the lower register in Russian tradition. On further reflection, however, I realize that one could probably come up with as many counter-examples as examples. I remember the particularly high strings in the Shostakovich fifth, whose very tension always seems to derive from the effort to reach up yet another semitone. Thus, it may not be anything characteristically Russian as much as a "Temirkanov sound," which exhibits a palette of colors decidedly different from those of Valery Gergiev, the only other Russian conductor to whom I have listened with more than passing attention.

All this reminds me of the recent appearance of a new translation of War and Peace. We seem to be in the midst of a major reexamination of the role of the Russian language in Russian literature. Those of us who do not know Russian have had to rely almost entirely on the impressively prodigious efforts of Constance Garnett and those who followed in her path, providing us with no end of fascinating plots rendered pretty much in the language of Victorian novels. The new translation is the collaborative work of two experts in the composition of text, one in English (Richard Pevear) and the other in Russian (Larissa Volokhonsky). Through their own prodigious efforts, this team has finally brought us the understanding that Tolstoy, Gogol, Dostoyevsky, and all the others did not speak in the common "voice" that Garnett had fashioned for them.

Similarly, Gergiev and Temirkanov do not speak in a common voice, any more than, to use my previous example, Wilhelm Furtwängler spoke in the same voice as Arturo Toscanini. The good news is that live performances are as diverse as they ever were, and we have much to gain from them. The bad news is that recording technology often tends to smooth over those differences, particularly when they involve control of dynamics and sound color. Thus, in an age in which touring becomes both more difficult and more expensive, it is unfortunately that fewer and fewer parts of the world can appreciate all the diversity now available to us.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Focusing the Chutzpah

I just saw that the D-Day blog has its own post about the target of this week's Chutzpah award. What I found interesting, however, was that this account was a follow-up to an earlier post that may indicate a pattern of economic skullduggery at the expense of our armed forces. Here is the topic of the prior post:

The Bush administration is threatening that it will issue furlough notices to up to 150,000 civilian workers at military bases in mid-December if Congress does not approve unrestricted Iraq funding immediately. As part of this campaign, the Pentagon is distributing a document warning that the Army may cease to function if it does not receive the funds now. (View the document here.)

Perhaps I was too generous in the breadth of the award. Rather than distribute it over the entire Executive Branch, why not just aim it directly at the Commander in Chief, who seems to have decided that nothing, whether it is respect for our troops or recognition of their support structure, will stand in the way of his getting what he wants. In other words our President seems to have discovered how effective hostage-taking can be as an act of terrorism; so he has decided to apply terrorist strategies to get the Congress to submit to his will. For those keeping score this would put our President's "Chutzpah Count" up to five (and it seems like only yesterday that a friend asked me over drinks why I had not yet given Bush any awards)!

When it Ceases to be Chutzpah

I received a comment about this week's Chutzpah of the Week award, which demonstrated that the case I had cited occurs in other countries and other bureaucratic settings. Actually, I had been thinking about this (but still in a military setting) last night, when I was reading Robert Stone's review of Tom Bissell's new book, The Father of All Things: A Marine, His Son, and the Legacy of Vietnam, in The New York Review. The heart of this book is about a trip that the author made with his father, who had served as a Marine Corps officer in Vietnam and was wounded there, to return to visit Vietnam. Stone's review is highly favorable, but I was particularly struck by his own sense of priorities:

The most successful combination of the book's several elements—and the most harrowing—is the section that records both Bissells' visit to the hamlet of Tu Cong, notoriously misidentified by the US Army as My Lai, in Quang Ngai province. As "My Lai" it because and remains one of the famous atrocities of war and "an ethical catastrophe," in Tom Bissell's words, for the United States.

For those unfamiliar with this incident, the heart of the catastrophe involved at least a hundred children under the age of five dying under fire from our troops. I suspect the reason Stone put such a high value on this part of the book is because of what the elder Bissell told his son, "What you don't understand is that things like My Lai happened all the time on a much smaller scale." This, for me, had far more impact than any of the reflections, however sincere they may have been, of Robert McNamara in The Fog of War, simply because the elder Bissell was there on the ground, while McNamara was safe in his office dealing with the "fire" of nothing more than complex analytical reports. So it is that, while I would never accuse anyone living under fire (or threat of fire) of chutzpah, those conditions make the chutzpah of the bureaucrats who manipulate their fates all the more in need of recognition.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Military Chutzpah

George Bernard Shaw gave the best line of The Devil's Disciple to General Burgoyne: "The British soldier can stand up to anything … except the British War Office." Early in the week as it may be, the Executive Branch of our government has, once again, earned a Chutzpah of the Week award by demonstrating that they can be an even greater threat to our troops than the British War Office was in Shaw's play. The evidence can be found on Steve Benen's Carpetbagger Report site:

When Jordan Fox was serving in Iraq, his mother helped organize Operation Pittsburgh Pride, which sends thousands of care packages to U.S. troops from his hometown, which prompted a personal “thank you” from the White House. When Fox was seriously injured in Iraq, the president sent what appeared to be personal note, expressing his concerns to the Fox family.

But more recently, Fox received a different piece of correspondence from the Bush administration.

The U.S. Military is demanding that thousands of wounded service personnel give back signing bonuses because they are unable to serve out their commitments.

To get people to sign up, the military gives enlistment bonuses up to $30,000 in some cases.

Now men and women who have lost arms, legs, eyesight, hearing and can no longer serve are being ordered to pay some of that money back.

I watched the report from the CBS affiliate in Pittsburgh, and I kept thinking, “This can’t be right.” Apparently, it is.

In Jordan Fox’s case, he was seriously injured when a roadside bomb blew up his vehicle, causing back injuries and blindness in his right eye. He was sent home, unable to complete the final three months of his military commitment.

Last week, the Pentagon sent him a bill: Fox owed the government nearly $3,000 of his signing bonus.

It is almost disrespectful to a soldier like Fox to make a joke out of what has happened to him, but that just means that there is nothing funny about a Department of Defense whose greatest accomplishment in the current administration may have been the discover of how to add insult to injury. We should remember that this is the same Department of Defense that has sent our troops over to Iraq with inadequate resources and then tended the wounded with inadequate medical care. This is chutzpah of the highest order, and it is a story that deserves to be told to all with ears to hear. The general public may not be interested in the intricacies of how our government makes its decisions, but they know when they are being played for suckers.

A Russian Experience

I first began thinking seriously about the Saint Petersburg Philharmonic after reading Anthony Tommasini's glowing account of their performance at Carnegie Hall on October 30. From his very first paragraph it was clear that what Tommasini had enjoyed the most was the uniqueness of the experience:

Classical music is supposedly in a period when national traditions and performance styles are losing their distinctions in an increasingly homogenized musical world. Don’t tell that to the Russian conductor Yuri Temirkanov and the players of the St. Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra.

The program he described began with the overture to Le Nozze di Figaro, following by Beethoven's violin concerto with German soloist Julia Fischer. Only after the intermission did Temirkanov venture into Russian territory with Serge Prokofiev's fifth symphony. Here is Tommasini's summary of the non-Russian portion:

Whatever the case, I have never heard a performance of Mozart’s “Marriage of Figaro” Overture quite like this one. The tempo was superfast, the energy nonstop. The way the violins played the quiet, scurrying opening, the 16th-notes were so hushed and blurred, the theme came across as a slightly ominous rumble. In this context the sudden bursts of fortissimo exuberance were almost shocking.

In Beethoven’s Violin Concerto the soloist was Julia Fischer, a brilliant, musically insightful young German violinist. You might have thought that bringing a German artist into the mix would have diminished the Russian-ness of the performance. But Ms. Fischer entered completely into the spirit of Mr. Temirkanov’s approach.

It is very rare these days that a review leaves me feeling as if I had missed out on something important; but, when I realized that this same program was scheduled for performance at Davies Symphony Hall last night, I knew I had to hear it. It took a bit to persuade my wife, since it was a "school night;" but I managed to prevail. I can now state that I have absolutely no regrets about my spontaneous decision.

What Tommasini failed to mention was Temirkanov himself. He strikes a commanding figure with a strong theatrical sense of presence that recalls Leopold Stokowski. Like Stokowski, he conducts without a baton but with his entire body. However, once the music starts, his appearance is far from intimidating, as his body language delves into all of the intimate details that support the notes themselves. Some might see this as egocentric display, recalling the most irritating antics of Leonard Bernstein; but the attention of the orchestra is so fixed on him that one has to recognize this as an authentic communicative bond. The proof of the pudding, of course, is the performance of the music itself and the way in which one feels one is listening to old friends for the very first time.

Tommasini was certainly right about the energy in the Mozart, although I would not call the ensemble playing blurred. However, to draw upon an old New Yorker profile of Zubin Mehta, Temirkanov tends to deliver the "vroom" style of Wilhelm Furtwängler, rather than the "pah!" style of Arturo Toscanini. This means that the clarity is not as sharp as cut glass, but it is far from blurred. It certainly did not jeopardize the spirit of the music, which, of course, is set by the context of the entire opera.

One could better appreciate Temirkanov's approach in the Beethoven. Yes, Fischer and Temirkanov were definitely of a common mind in how this piece was delivered; but I am not sure that Temirkanov was the dominating force. Fischer is that rare soloist who realizes that soft passages can speak with more impact that loud ones. At critical moments she could drop her dynamic down to a hushed sigh, and Temirkanov was positively awesome in making sure that she was never overwhelmed by the orchestra. This primarily involved bringing his entire violin section down to that same dynamic level, not an easy job but one for which that "authentic communicative bond" served him excellently. Note that I focused on the violin section. Much of the overall sound of the orchestra came from the low strings, who could invest more dynamic in the interest of providing Fischer with a foundation without drowning out her soft subtleties.

This is actually the second time I have had this sort of "first hearing" experience with the Beethoven war-horse. The first was a few seasons ago, when Midori performed it with the San Francisco Symphony under David Effron. Midori teased out new meaning in phrasing the way Fischer discovered it in dynamics. Both soloists benefitted from the solid support of an intelligence conductor leading a first-rate orchestra. My first experience was American; this one was European. If this keeps up, I shall start expecting that every performance will provide a new "first hearing," which would not be such a bad idea!

Regular readers know that I am not one to place Prokofiev in the same company with Mozart and Beethoven. I have called him a "burned-out firebrand" and celebrated his raucous qualities. His fifth symphony gives us more of the raucous, but without the cinematic backup of his Alexander Nevsky music. The Andante and Adagio movements are meditative, but the seem to be meditating more on big sounds than anything else. The scherzo between them seems to have picked up a pop-style cadence and keeps tossing it around the way a dog would a stuffed toy. As is the case with the dog, the novelty wears off before the enthusiasm. The final movement pulls out all the stops for both energy and sound, somewhat like a locomotive pulling a train too fast to control. Needless to say, this was where one could appreciate all the machinery behind Temirkanov's technique as a conductor and the fearlessness of his musicians to follow him anywhere. Tommasini invoked the spirit of Looney Tunes, but there was too much seriousness of purpose for that metaphor to stick. I prefer the locomotive metaphor, because one listens in the fear that the entire ensemble will derail; but Temirkanov's hand is too steady to allow that to happen.

Tommasini did not write anything about encores, but we got two of them in San Francisco. The first was the "Nimrod" variation from Edward Elgar's "Enigma" set; the second was the opening adagio for the Nutcracker pas de deux. In other words there was again a pairing of non-Russian and Russian. Elgar, of course, could be a master of large and grand sounds; and, aside from an occasional bulldog gesture or two, one could hardly accuse him of being raucous. "Nimrod" is both grand and sublime; and Temirkanov understood how to give it just the right sound quality. However, he did exactly the same for Tchaikovsky, whose language was far more limited and whose grandeur had been composed in the service of a pair of highly skilled dancers. He thus displayed that he was perfectly at home in just about any corner of today's repertoire, which is the most important thing that a conductor can be these days.

Is Opera Facing an Ontological Challenge?

It is not often that I get accused of being too nice, but that seems to have occurred in the wake of my efforts to set down my thoughts about the current production of Macbeth at the San Francisco Opera. This morning I read electronic mail from a friend who shares our box with us that accused me of being "WAAAAY too easy on the production." Given that I do not think I stinted on what I called "the down-side of the performance," I decided to reflect on what I wrote and why I wrote it.

Probably the most important thing I have learned from my experiences in criticism (starting with my work in the print media during my graduate student days) is that you have to pick your battles. Personally, I do not think very much of Macbeth as an opera. Yes, he and Piave did not take that many liberties with the dramatic conception; but, as far as I am concerned, there is no comparison between Boito's approach to Othello and Piave's treatment of Macbeth. Boito had a far more comprehensive understanding of both drama in general and Shakespeare in particular; and, as a result, he brought out some of the best in Verdi. Without being too dismissive about the whole thing, Macbeth is much more of an "entertainment" for the Italians (and later the French) of its day; and, from that point of view, I cannot be as provoked by a director who chooses to turn that "entertainment" into a Castro Street Halloween Party than I would be by one who took comparable liberties with Otello!

Then there is another point about my personal context. My wife and I first saw Macbeth at the Met when Peter Hall directed a new production for them. That production could well have gone into the record books as the worst Met production in the Eighties. Hall decided he was going to "fly" the witches, Peter Pan style; and the result was this confused muddle of women trying to sing while hanging on to their broomsticks for dear life. Then he had the idea of having Banquo's seat at the banquet on a platform that could descend below the stage and rise up again. The idea was that, in dark lighting, the seat could drop down and return with a bloody Banquo sitting on it. Not only did the device not work; but Hall insisted on having the image come and go, following the letter of Piave's text. This basically turned Banquo's ghost into a Jack-in-the-box, leading to my only experience of hearing audible titters from a Met audience! So, I have seen far worse things done to this opera than what I saw on Sunday! The fact that I could make it through the whole production without any titters or derisive laughter (like my reaction to the Venusberg ballet in the recent production of Tannhäuser) was a bit of a comfort for me, however small it may have been!

Having said all that, I think there is a broader basis for why this production of Macbeth should have provoked such negative responses; and that perspective can be found in my earlier efforts to write about postmodern approaches to staging opera. Nevertheless, as I tried to make clear, that post was one of "explanation rather than advocacy." Some postmodern approaches turn out to be a colossal waste of everyone's time (on both sides of the curtain); but there are plenty of more traditional productions that turn out to be just as catastrophic.

My feeling is that, when done with a seriousness of purpose and execution, postmodernism can offer an alternative point of view that departs from our conventional ways of thinking about what is being offered. Like most fairy tails, Hansel and Gretel, which I wrote about in the earlier post, is a scary story; but our century has inured us to the images and concepts that frightened our ancestors from earlier centuries. The postmodern production I described in my post tried to restore the disquieting impact of the story; and I was quite happy with how it worked when I saw it, first on the Ovation Channel and then at the San Francisco Opera. Similarly, the Tannhäuser story does not hold up very well against our own way of thinking; so Graham Vick's production explored alternative paths to get us to think more about its underlying themes. Both of these productions had a point of view that could hold my attention. The problem with Macbeth was that its points of view were scattered so far and wide over the map that it really did not have any "real" point of view. I can credit the designers of Hansel and Gretel and Tannhäuser with having given serious reflection to their task; I cannot give comparable credit to David Pountney.

However, there is a deeper question that underlies the decision to take a postmodern approach at all. I suspect that my interest in postmodernism has a lot to do with just where opera stands in our contemporary ontology, so to speak. The earliest operas were primarily about spectacle (as in Aristotle's use of the term in his "Poetics") and were usually little more than an entertaining distraction. Those "roots" were still pretty firmly in place as late as the nineteenth century. Then the twentieth century started to rock the boat, first with new conceptions of what opera should be (probably best realized by Alban Berg) and then with new ways of thinking about old operas. These days, in the face of so many competing "entertaining distractions," the boat is rocking more than ever, which makes things awfully hard for those of us who might want to reflect, rather than be distracted!

On the other hand I know full well that my opinion is not reflected by most of the people who buy tickets to the San Francisco Opera (let alone those who make the biggest donations that keep that "boat," to continue the metaphor, afloat in the first place). It is bad enough that opera does not know what it wants to be these days; worse yet is that it no longer knows how to market itself. So it tries lots of things, just as Roosevelt tried any number of things to get our country out of the Great Depression. A better world for opera is not "just around the corner;" so I do what I can to get something out of each attempt that I encounter!

Monday, November 19, 2007

MACBETH at the San Francisco Opera

I had experimented with some clever titles for this post. However, there is so much controversy surrounding the new production of Macbeth at the San Francisco Opera that I decided that the direct approach was the best one. I had all sorts of early warning before going over to the War Memorial Opera House yesterday afternoon, but I did my best to keep an open mind that would be prepared to receive anything.

So let me start with a few positive observations. I really liked the way in which Massimo Zanetti conducted Verdi. There are a lot of sharp contrasts in Verdi's music, and Zanetti knew how to execute them without blowing them out of proportion. He also knew how to keep things moving, even when all action freezes for the sake of the music. This was his San Francisco Opera debut; and, while Verdi is far from my favorite composer, I would certainly appreciate the opportunity to hear more of his work.

Also, let me go on record (for a change) agreeing with Joshua Kosman's Chronicle review stating that Thomas Hampson's performance of Macbeth is the high point of the entire affair. I was prepared for this after I heard him participate in the "Insight Panel" that the Opera organized a few evening before the first performance. His comment was that opera, particularly traditional "grand" opera, is not about plot; it is about understanding the nature of the characters who are enmeshed (my word, not his) in the plot. This is what extended arias (and sometimes duets or even larger ensembles) bring to the whole affair. This is not a particularly earthshaking observation. However, the point is that Hampson understands it at the gut-level of his own performance technique; and the way in which he applied it to the character of Macbeth made the entire production worth seeing. This is particularly true in Verdi's most important departure from Shakespeare. Rather than setting the "Tomorrow" monologue, he set an "invented" text by Francesco Maria Piave (as in Rigoletto, Traviata, and many of the other Verdi war-horses), in which Macbeth speculates on how he will be remembered. All this happens before he learns of his wife's death, after which the whole "Tomorrow" speech collapses down to a single line of recitative.

This replacement has interesting dramatic implications. Dispensing with the Aristotelian "arc," Shakespeare puts Macbeth on a direct line of descent, which culminates in that monologue of unfeeling nihilism. Piave (perhaps with input from Verdi or, for all I know, the first baritone to sing Macbeth) decided that, at the end of his line, he should reveal at least a glimmer of humanity; and Hampson was, in many ways, just the right kind of performer, in terms of both voice and stage presence, to work that glimmer for all it was worth. Given the context of the rest of the performance, it was an extremely welcome moment.

This brings me to the down-side of the performance. By all rights Lady Macbeth needs to be as strong as Macbeth, if not, out of a sense of duty to Shakespeare, stronger. Georgina Lukás brought a lot of physical strength to her performance. Unfortunately, it seemed to interfere with her singing on pitch. In the few passages where she was singling along with Hampson, both her pitch and the blend of their voices were fine; and, for the rest of the performance, it sounded as if she could not hear the orchestra. (One of my friends told me not to rule that out as an explanation, claiming that there are a lot of strange things about the Opera House acoustics.) Another explanation may be that the staging conceived by David Pountney and executed by Nicola Raab demanded so much from her that her voice ended up taking a back seat in the overall production values.

Those production values were, indeed, extremely busy; so I would certainly be willing to forgive Lukás for being preoccupied with so many other things. However, to the extent that the resulting production threw in everything but the kitchen sink (such as hula hoops and typewriters), we have the ask the cui bono question: Who benefitted from all of that excess? Many felt that Tannhäuser was excessive without benefit, and I suppose the fact that I ended up writing three extended posts about it entailed some level of excess on my own part. However, Graham Vick chose to throw a new light on an old story; and his new light, at least in my opinion, enhanced the way we think about the old story. Pountney was taking on an "old story" familiar to far more people than the Tannhäuser story; and, while a new light would have a benefit, it was far less clear just what the light was. For my part I am still not sure.

One thing that Pountney seems to have wanted was to have us pay a bit more attention to Fleance, Banquo's son who will begin a new line of Scottish kings. So we see the child squatting on the ground, front and center, during the final chorus during which Malcolm's troops celebrate their victory over Macbeth with a goose-step parade. I suppose this was Pountney's way of saying, "The story doesn't end here. It will not come to closure until Fleance's line begins." However, this did not matter very much to Shakespeare; and I am not sure that it mattered very much to me.

Needless to say, the goose-stepping was but one of many gestures designed to shock without any clear sense of the thoughts intended to be provoked. Consider another one of Verdi's departures from Shakespeare, his decision to delete Lady Macbeth's prayer to be "unsexed" to be better fit for the deeds that are about to ensure. There is a lot of eroticism in the relation between Macbeth and his wife; and, given her dominance in their engagements, there were times when I was wondering if I was watching an operatic setting of Double Indemnity. This would then raise the question of whether or not all of Macbeth's actions are manipulated; and, if so, by whom? My favorite question in any production of Macbeth, whether as play or opera, is whether the witches are agents or observers. In the scene in which Lady Macbeth received the letter from her husband, they are explicitly observers; but this point of view is not sustained with any real strength.

On the other hand Lady Macbeth is but one instance of the "shock of sex." Most of the other instances involve cross-dressing. Verdi may have written with Witches' chorus for female voices, but they shared the stage with men in drag. Similarly, Banquo's assassins are dragged-up to look like B-movie gun molls. Finally, in Macbeth's "dream scene," which takes place after his final meeting with the witches, having collapsed from seeing the future spirits of Banquo's line, his limp body is fitted into a red dress, supposedly to represent his own "ordination" as a Witch. I suppose this is one way to put a point of view on his subsequent aria of how he will be remembered, more as the Devil's agent than as his own man (pun sort of intended); but does the aria really need such a point of view?

Let me mention one last quirk. Upon entering the theater we saw a scene curtain with the image of the lower portion of a clock-face, except that the XII was where the VII usually is. As my wife knows, because I immediately mentioned it to her, my first reaction upon seeing this was "Time is out of joint." Was Pountney playing some sort of a game with us by deliberately cross-referencing another Shakespeare play? If so, then my cui bono question holds. I certainly hope it was not his intention to use the scene curtain to say, "Prepare to be shocked." After all, shock works best when one is not prepared for it!

The End of the Musical Affair

I had to rely on my Telegraph.co.uk feed to learn that the Beaux Arts Trio is disbanding. Here is how Matthew Rye put it:

After more than half a century at the forefront of chamber music performance, the Beaux Arts Trio is undertaking its very last season and, in the process, saying farewell to its favourite audiences around the world.

Rye's review dealt with the offering to their "favourite audience" in London at Wigmore Hall, which was a performance of the two Schubert piano trios back-to-back. The reason for the farewell tour was also summarized by Rye:

Yet now Pressler is in his 84th year he understandably needs respite from a great ensemble's punishing touring schedule.

Having heard Menahem Pressler at the San Francisco Conservatory only a month ago, I know that, as a pianist and teacher, he is still going strong; but I can appreciate what Rye wrote about a "punishing touring schedule." Pressler not only needs that respite but also well deserves it.

I would also like to be so bold as to suggest that the time may be right for other reasons. I do not think I had an occasion to hear violinist Daniel Guilet; so my first enduring memory (which happened to include the second of the Schubert trios) of the Beaux Arts took place after Isidore Cohen left the Julliard Quartet to join Pressler and Bernard Greenhouse. There followed any number of efforts to catch their performances wherever I happened to be. I remember them introducing me to the Ives trio on a Sunday afternoon at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, and I remember when they did the full cycle of Beethoven trios at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Simply put, they played an integral role in shifting my study of music from the art and craft of composition to the art and craft of performance; and the opportunity to see Pressler conduct a master class in my "home town" affirmed that his understanding of the nature of performance is as sharp as it ever was.

Having said all that, I have to confess that I was more than a little disappointed to hear Pressler perform with the "current generation" of the Beaux Arts, violinist Daniel Hope and cellist Antonio Meneses. The sense of an intimate conversation was just not there at the concert I attended. I might have attributed this to an inevitable "generation gap." However, that same "generation gap" was present in the performance of the Brahms G major piano quartet at the San Francisco Conservatory; and that conversation, which covers an extremely broad range of "topics," was as intimate as I could have desired. Since all of the other performers (two students and one faculty) were on the other side of the "generation gap," I cannot possibly conclude that Pressler is too old to be playing chamber music with today's crop of musicians.

On the other hand it may also be that this Conservatory is more of a special place than I had realized. On several occasions I have heard them take pride in being the only institution where one can take a major in chamber music. This most recently came up with a visit from Bonnie Hampton, who formed that program and now teaches at Julliard (which does not have a similar offering). I do know that, when I was living in Palo Alto after my return from Singapore (where it was almost impossible to hear chamber music), there were plenty of opportunities to attend chamber music recitals; but most of them did not seem to have that sense of intimacy and commitment that I had recalled from my time around New York and Los Angeles. Now I have the luxury of getting more chamber music than can fit on my plate just by walking a few blocks south on Van Ness Avenue, and I am enjoying every minute of it. Thus, I see the passing of the Beaux Arts trio basically as the passing of a torch; and, from where I sit as I write this, I am confident that this torch will be passing into good hands, thanks, in no small part, to the pedagogical efforts of Menahem Pressler.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The New Odd Couple: Felix and Charlie

It is hard to imagine a more incompatible pairing of composers on a single program than this week's San Francisco Symphony offering of Felix Mendelssohn's violin concerto sandwiched between the music of Charles Ives. Given the ways in which Ives used to rant against "pretty little sugarplum sounds" (one source had him singing that phrase to the theme from the second movement of Haydn's "Surprise" symphony), once can imagine that Ives would have been as comfortable with the arrangement as Oscan Madison was with having Felix Ungar as a roommate. To maintain that sandwich metaphor that I have been invoking recently, it was a bit like serving up a High Tea cucumber sandwich between two massive slabs of thick black bread. However, whatever logic there may have been to the way in which the program was arranged, the result was impressive on all counts.

Actually, the good news is that Mendelssohn provided a useful "break" between the demands that Ives poses for both performers and listeners. Whether or not the facile nature of his violin concerto is actually deceptive, we tend to accept it as an old familiar friend; and, in that respect, soloist Sergey Khachatryan did not provide us with an particularly new point of view of the familiar, the way Midori did several seasons ago in her interpretation of the Beethoven violin concerto. On the other hand, regardless of what Joshua Kosman may have written in yesterday's San Francisco Chronicle, there was nothing "lax, listless and lugubrious" about that familiarity. Where Kosman heard a performance "bizarrely devoid of impulse or energy," what I witnessed was the Still Center of the Universe (no longer at the corner of Sunset and La Brea, whatever Joan Didion may have said on the matter), from which an almost continuous stream of technical challenges were dispatched with uncanny lightness and refinement. In all fairness much of this effect was probably a result of the way in which Khachatryan and conductor Michael Tilson Thomas projected a shared vision of how the entire concerto should be shaped. Perhaps Kosman never had the opportunity to see Jascha Heifetz ("live" or on film) in performance, since Heifetz was a master of that refined stillness from which the most dynamic musical gestures could ensue. I have no idea how much Khachatryan himself (born in Armenia in 1985) knows about Heifetz; and, given the progress (and regress) of other promising young performers, it is hard to tell if he will grow to occupy a position of Heifetz' status. The important thing at this concert was that the role of Mendelssohn on the program was not dismissed out of hand; and, had Ives been alive for the occasions, he just might have been a bit less dismissive of that tradition that he so scorned.

The "main event" of the program was New England Holidays, four pieces ("Washington's Birthday," "Decoration Day," "The Fourth of July," and "Thanksgiving and Forefathers' Day") composed between 1897 and 1933, which Ives decided to collect together and call a symphony (probably again as a way of thumbing his nose at tradition). To prepare our ears for this work, Thomas began the evening by conducting Ives' setting of Psalm 90, scored for four-part mixed chorus (with soprano and tenor solos), organ, bells, and gong. This is the work of Ives the church organist, devout and serene enough to serve as another Still Center of the Universe. The gong is barely audible, and the bells are used so sparingly that each one serves to accent some aspect of the text. This is the second time he has conducted this work at Davies Symphony Hall but my first opportunity to hear it under any conductor. My only regret is how long I may have to wait for an opportunity to hear it again.

Before beginning the Holidays Thomas requested that the audience remain silent between the individual pieces, treating the collection as a single "journey." However, he preceded each work by reading a descriptive passage that Ives had written that basically synopsizes the "program." Ives wrote very evocative prose, which always deserves to be read when his music is performed. Thomas' assumption that not all members of the audience would do this was probably correct, so his readings made a definite contribution to the overall effect.

Each of the four pieces invokes a pairing of reflective stillness with celebratory chaos; and, in the case of "The Fourth of July," the chaos is so great that Thomas relied on James Gaffigan to conduct the "parade band," which marched "to a different drummer" than the one providing the beat for the rest of the orchestra. (Ives was very big on Thoreau.) As is the case with the memories that we experience, the mood shifts are abrupt and unanticipated; and San Francisco has a real asset in Thomas' ability to handle the volatility of Ives as skillfully as he manages the volatility of Mahler. Ultimately, however, the full force of this cycle emerges in the time-relevant celebration of Thanksgiving, which, unlike the other pieces, climaxes in a steadily increasing crescendo (again, managed by Thomas in such a way that the power just kept building), culminating in the full chorus singing a Thanksgiving hymn ("God! Beneath thy guiding hand"). The raising of the lights over the Symphony Chorus in these final moments of the entire performance enhanced that sense of a "guiding hand" that had been looking down on the entire evening. The movement then ends, as do the others, with a sense of melancholy departure; but I doubt that anyone left Davies last night with a sense of melancholy.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Holy Trinities, Batman!

Those who listen to XM Classics are now probably thoroughly saturated with this quote:

I believe in Bach, the Father, Beethoven, the Son, and Brahms, the Holy Ghost of music.

Unfortunately, XM Classics has never really worried about its provenance; but, since it lies the heart of what we now refer to as "The Three Bs," it is worth paying a bit of attention to its origins. The text is by Hans von Bülow, probably best known today for conducting the premieres of two Wagner operas, Tristan und Isolde and Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg. We also know that his wife, Cosima, had a major extramarital affair with Wagner and eventually divorced Bülow to marry Wagner. Unless I am mistaken, my first exposure to the Beethoven piano sonatas was through his edition.

According to the Wikipedia "Three Bs" entry, Bülow wrote that text in the 1880s; and, since Wikipedia gives Nicolas Slonimsky as the source for that date, I am inclined to believe it. There are some interesting connotations behind it in music politics. Wagner had proposed that the "Holy Ghost" be Anton Bruckner, which is no surprise, given the extent to which Bruckner tried (not particularly successfully with either general audiences or later generations of musicologists) to follow in Wagner's footsteps with orchestral music. Bülow's conception, on the other hand, presented Brahms as continuing a tradition (although Brahms himself expressed frustration with trying to compose in the wake of such an intimidating tradition). To some extent it may even have fueled a general public attitude that Brahms was too "old fashioned," an attitude that prevailed far enough into the next century that Arnold Schoenberg felt obliged to "deflate" it with his "Brahms the Progressive" essay.

Nevertheless, the fact that this "Trinity" is still with us today (with XM Classics playing only a minor role in its diffusion) indicates the extent to which music lovers are still deeply rooted in traditions that keep receding in time. In my student days, when I felt it was important to give music of the twentieth century its due, I had proposed that we replace the Bs with Béla Bartók, Alban Berg, and Benjamin Britten (without worrying very much about assigning them to "roles" in the Trinity). If we look at both catalogs of recorded music and season programs for major orchestras, these composers are definitely receiving more attention than they did during the lifetimes; but Bülow's Trinity still dominates the repertoire.

Needless to say, this is an easy game to play. Readers may recall that I have played it in the context of modern ballet, drawing upon an old friend who formed a Trinity from Michel Fokine, George Balanchine, and Frederick Ashton. All of them are now dead and gone; but their works remain in the repertoire, which, where ballet is concerned, is saying something. Unfortunately, their presence in the repertoire is not always honored by faithful productions, which is why I seldom attend ballet performances any more; but that is another story.

On the other hand, since the game is so easy, I would like to propose playing it with another letter, in an attempt to cover a broader scope of time and an alternative perspective of priorities in one fell swoop. In my Trinity the Father is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and I doubt that the selection would raise many eyebrows. Things get interesting, however, when we progress to the Son, for whom I nominate Gustav Mahler; and, in an even sharper break with tradition, I would propose Thelonious Monk as the Holy Ghost. That "attempt to cover a broader scope of time" should go without saying; so the real question is what my new priorities are. My basic argument is that we tend to think of the Bülow Trinity in terms of the scores they have left for posterity, paying less attention to the roles that each of them played as performers. On the other hand Mozart, Mahler, and Monk were all intensely involved in activities of performance that ultimately informed much of their compositional work. They were, so to speak, just as creative as performers as they were as composers. In other words my Trinity is an effort to get our noses out of the manuscripts; so our minds and bodies can be more engaged with what it means to perform as these three, all of whom were pioneers in their respective ways, did. Who knows? If my Trinity can achieve a shift of attention, it will likely have an impact on how we think about Bülow's Trinity; and I cannot imagine that impact being another but positive!

Friday, November 16, 2007

How Much is "A Lot?"

Back in 1962 Senator Everett Dirksen reflected a national attitude about being reckless with large amounts of money when he made his "a billion here, a billion there" remark. (That hyperlink provides an interesting sidebar of the history of that remark, by the way. It is best known in the sentence, "A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it begins to add up to real money." However, the first documented instance of that sentence is in a New York Times column by William Safire on August 28, 1975. Safire attributed the sentence to Dirksen, but the attribution was never validated.) 35 years after the presumed origin of Dirksen's remark, I realized how casual we had become about the quantity of a billion dollars when I discovered that Silicon Valley success stories were about self-made billionaires. Thus it should be no surprise that this was the week when the order of magnitude of a lot of money should get bumped up again.

The first sign came in the aftermath of the attempt by the Congress to assess the "hidden costs" of the war in Iraq. The result was that these hidden costs were just as large as the costs being quoted by the White House; in other words the "official" cost estimates were off by a binary order of magnitude. Taking those hidden costs into account, the total costs came in around the range of $1.5 trillion; and that seemed to cross a line to get tongues wagging. (For my money, so to speak, the most interesting of those tongues belonged to mathematician John Allen Paulos, who anticipated the trillion-dollar mark back in February and prepared a post for the ABC News "Who's Counting" column entitled "How Iraq Trillion Could Have Been Spent." Paulos has written many entertaining and informative books about mathematics, the most relevant these days probably being Innumeracy.) Having taken our first hit in the trillions, we received our second blow this morning from Reuters in their latest report about the mortgage crisis:

The impact of the U.S. mortgage market crisis on the underlying economy could be "dramatic" as leveraged investors may need to scale back lending by up to $2 trillion, according to investment bank Goldman Sachs.

Are we now in an age where we can start talking about trillions without worrying about when they "add up to real money?"

I was born in 1946. Like many kids of my generation, I had a stamp collection; and just about everyone of that generation remembers two kinds of stamps from Germany: the ones with pictures of Hitler and the ones with incredibly large numbers on them. It was only many years later that I learned about the connection between those two designs. Now I think of it in terms of that bimodal distribution of wealth and its relationship to the War Against the Poor. While cooler heads like Paul Krugman keep explaining the virtues of a "Great Compression" (narrowing the distance between the modal points), those who dominate the "upper mode" seem hell-bent on making the distance even wider, perhaps even to a point where the numbers no longer "add up to real money." This is when we need to remember the other German stamp design, which serves as a reminder of the consequences that can ensue from such a strategy.

Have Yourself a Politically Correct Little Christmas

Here is a dispatch from Agence France-Presse that is probably short enough to be reproduced in its entirety:

Santas in Australia's largest city have been told not to use Father Christmas's traditional "ho ho ho" greeting because it may be offensive to women, it was reported Thursday.

Sydney's Santa Clauses have instead been instructed to say "ha ha ha" instead, the Daily Telegraph reported.

One disgruntled Santa told the newspaper a recruitment firm warned him not to use "ho ho ho" because it could frighten children and was too close to "ho", a US slang term for prostitute.

"Gimme a break," said Julie Gale, who runs the campaign against sexualising children called Kids Free 2B Kids.

"We are talking about little kids who do not understand that "ho, ho, ho" has any other connotation and nor should they," she told the Telegraph.

"Leave Santa alone."

A local spokesman for the US-based Westaff recruitment firm said it was "misleading" to say the company had banned Santa's traditional greeting and it was being left up to the discretion of the individual Santa himself.

Does this make Don Imus the Grinch that stole Christmas?

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Has a Higher Power Entered the War Against the Poor?

We all know (thanks to Cecil B. de Mille, if not the book of Exodus) about what happened when God got angry at Pharaoh for enslaving the Children of Israel: He brought a series of ten plagues upon the land of Egypt. In is in the spirit of such punitive measures that we should read this Reuters dispatch about Serendipity 3:

Serendipity 3 on the Upper East Side failed its second consecutive health inspection in a month on Wednesday night after health officials found a live mouse, mouse droppings in multiple places, flies and dozens of live cockroaches, the Heath Department said.

For those who have forgotten (already?) about Serendipity 3, it became the latest "front line" in the War Against the Poor by offering a $25,000 chocolate sundae. Perhaps there really is a God, who not only really does love the poor but has decided to embellish the strategy applied to the Egypt of the Pharaohs with a bit more of a sense of humor.

Jazz Musicology?

I just finished reading Ivan Hewett's story about the Monk Liberation Band on the Telegraph Web site. Trying to figure out just who this group is and what they are planning to do was no easy matter; but, since the subject was arranging a concert of the complete works of Thelonious Monk, I could not resist applying the extra effort to resolve these questions. Since jazz is an art form of performance, rather than publication, the very concept of "complete works" is not particularly applicable. On the one hand it can be hard to draw the line between what constitutes an "original" and what is a highly innovative approach to a "standard;" and, on the other hand, even if a work becomes recognized as an "original," it may have more than one name attached to it (my favorite example being "Interlude," which is immediately recognized by most of today's jazz fans as "A Night in Tunisia"). Finally, as if these waters are not muddy enough, the very question of who the "composer" is rarely has a clear answer, since so much of the process of "making jazz" is highly collaborative. Therefore, I was not surprised to discover that Hewett and the Web site for the London Jazz Festival could not agree on the number of works that would be played in this concert. Hewett put it at 77, presumably on the basis of interviewing the performers; but the Festival site claims 70. This is not the only confusion over numbers. According to Hewett, the Monk Liberation Band is a quartet consisting of just "the right players" with a talent for playing Monk; but the Festival lists five musicians who will be joining the organizers Tony Kofi (saxophone, no indication of which size) and Jonathan Gee (piano). The one thing on which the two sources agree is that this project will take place over three concerts held on a single day. According to the Web site, the first concert begins at 4 PM; and the entire project will amount to "roughly six hours of music."

Having settled the facts to the best of my ability, I now feel I have at least some small right to rant a bit. The problem is that, when one has been "present at the creation," particularly where the immediacy of jazz performance is involved, it is hard not to be skeptical about these latter-day revivals. I was most aware of this when I attended a performance at the 2005 San Francisco Jazz Festival, which was a 40th anniversary celebration of John Coltrane's "Ascension." Now, in all fairness, since this was a studio work, only the "creators" were "present at the creation." The rest of us had to wait for the release of the Impulse vinyl; and for me this was a major life-changing experience. When CD technology finally emerged, I could not wait until it would be possible to hear this work without the interruption of flipping the disk to the other side (and I was even more delighted when the CD package, The Major Works of John Coltrane, included two takes of this work). The 2005 event was organized by the Rova Saxophone Quartet and featured a large and diverse ensemble, none of whose members seemed to have the foggiest notion of the spirit that had gone into the original recording project. If the recording captured a edge-of-your-seat feeling of what-happens-next (which few recordings can ever do), "Team Rova" could do little more than muddle around for about an hour inspiring little more than a sense of boredom.

This is not to say that I would dismiss the Monk Liberation Band on such grounds without hearing them. Were I in London on September 25 (rather than in San Francisco for my subscription performance of La Rondine), I would have no problem with forking out the £15 (a radical departure from the price of opera tickets in San Francisco even with the current weak status of the dollar) for the three-concert event. Nevertheless, six hours is a lot of Monk, compared to the duration of the sets I used to hear him play with his trio at the Village Vanguard; and, as many said when long-playing record collections of Art Tatum's piano solos began to get released, "a little goes a long way." This can be given a more positive spin by saying that Monk really requires "depth listening," rather than "breadth listening;" and, to stoke the flames a bit more, one can just as easily exercise that "depth listening" on his performances of Duke Ellington (as in his first recording session for Riverside) as on any those 70-to-77 "originals" around which the London concerts have been organized.

So I won't be in London, but it is hard for me to be discontented with what I have. I still have my memories of those nights at the Village Vanguard (when jazz was a far greater mystery to me than any of the "serious" music I was studying with such intensity at the time), I have an abundance of CDs of Monk (which may or may not cover all of the "source material" for the London concert), and I have a personal-use-only recording of the Straight, No Chaser documentary. These are supplemented by my memories of the tour of the 80th Anniversary Tribute that T. S. Monk arranged in 1997, which I heard in the Memorial Auditorium at Stanford University. All this is far more "alive" for me than any attempt to take an "encyclopedic" approach to Monk's compositions.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The Nature of Evil

While I frequently return to the danger of simplistically reducing everything to good and evil, it has been a while since I have tried to take on the more fundamental question of the nature of evil itself (without simply positing it in opposition to "good"). Indeed, in scanning through my records, it appears that my last source for addressing this question was Hannah Arendt. I am not sure how familiar Arendt was with the writings of Carl Jung. As nothing other than a wild guess, I would assume that she was aware of him but not that familiar with his writings. Nevertheless, there may be a "family resemblance" (even without any direct "kinship connection") between these two minds on the subject of evil.

For Jung's perspective I turn to his Psychological Types book (which I am continuing to read) and his analysis of Prometheus and Epimetheus, a (now little-known) poetic work by Carl Spitteler published in 1881. This may best be described as a meditation on the myths involving that race of Titans that preceded the traditional Pantheon of Greek mythology, concentrating on the brothers Prometheus and Epimetheus and the sister Pandora. However, Spitteler explores events other than the best-known ones, such as Prometheus' theft of fire and Pandora opening the forbidden box. Rather he focuses on a fundamental difference of character: The actions of Prometheus are guided by his soul, while those of Epimetheus are guided by the objects of the world. One might say that they embody the distinction between the "inner world" and "external reality" (in quotes because these are phrases that Jung employs).

Where this gets interesting is when Jung explores that element of Spitteler's plot that involves the formation of a "pact with evil." Here is Jung's text:

… we are immediately struck by the fact that the pact with evil came about by no design of Prometheus but because of the thoughtlessness of Epimetheus, who possesses a merely collective conscience but has no power of discrimination with regard to the things of the inner world. As is invariably the case with a standpoint oriented to the object, it allows itself to be determined exclusively by collective values and consequently overlooks what is new and unique. Current collective values can certainly be measured by an objective criterion, but only a free and individual assessment—a matter of living feeling—can give the true measure of something newly created. It also needs a man who has a ‘soul’ and not merely relations to objects.

Recall, now, my quotation from an article by Jeremy Waldron about Arendt:

Part of what Arendt meant by the banality of evil is the possibility of wrongdoing that opens up when this inner dialogue is no longer an important feature of people's lives, so that the prospect of who I would have to live with in myself is no longer a concern.

Spitteler's Prometheus lives by that inner dialogue, while Epimetheus, anticipating the age of "management science," abstracts it away in favor of the clarity of objective criteria; and it is that abstraction that ultimately brings evil to a world that the Titan brothers have been fabricating for mankind. This strikes me as one of the best working examples of what Giambattista Vico had in mind when he introduced the concept of "poetic wisdom." It also offers our contemporary situation a prescient opportunity for reflection that we can ill afford to ignore!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Speak Out against Defective Technology!

Having just written about the impact of technocentric ignorance on the environmental movement, I feel a need to present San Francisco readers with a fascinating instance of the "infantile tenacity" of an IT project gone painfully wrong. The project is that of the new technology deployed at the Main Library branch of the San Francisco Public Library for checking in books. The basic idea is that you now put a book to be returned on a conveyor belt, which directs the book to a barcode reader, records that the book has been returned, provides you with a receipt (if you want it), and then moves the book to a back room where it is prepared for re-shelving (supposedly more efficiently, since the books can now be sorted). The system has been "running" (intentional scare quotes) for about a month, providing me with an opportunity to observe a variety of problems.

Most important is that the reader assumes that the barcode is on the outer cover of the book. While this is consistent with the current practice of adding books to the collection, many of the older books in the collection have their barcodes on the inside; so not all books can be properly processed by the system. I have been told that there is a major effort to update these old books, but I have no data on how that process is progressing. Suffice it to say that the system can "consume" a book, even if it lacks a bar code. (For a while I saw the system rejecting books by reversing the conveyor belt, but it was doing this for books where the bar code was in the right place. Since I have not seen any rejections lately, I assume that this "feature" has been removed. However, this means that the system will now accept books that are not library books, placed on the conveyor belt by mistake; and, as far as I can tell, if you make such a mistake, it may take a fair amount of time before the book gets to a human being who can return it to you.)

More interesting is the episode I experienced today. My wife had forgotten to return one of her books on time and asked me to take care of it for her. Sure enough, there is now a place where you can see a human being about paying the fine for an overdue book. What interested me from a human engineering point of view is that this site was not equipped to check in the book in order to calculate the fine. In other words you have to feed the book to the automatic system, which updates the database and then determines the amount of the fine (after which you can then go over to the fine-paying desk). This revealed two problems:

  1. Consistent with the preceding paragraph, the software does not always read the book properly (due, in part, to poor instructions on how to position the book on the conveyor belt); so the database may not get updated according to plan.
  2. I was told that my wife's record could only be consulted with her library card (and its barcode). Since we were about to leave town, I was not going to leave the Library without paying the fine and getting a receipt. This required "escalating" the problem to a supervisor who knew how to examine my wife's record, compute the fine, and provide the receipt. (It looked as if a second escalation was going to be necessary; but that "second level" was "in a meeting." Since I was trying to settle a debt on my wife's behalf, I figured I could exercise a bit of my own tenacity; and, sure enough, the supervisor had the resources to resolve the matter.)

I have now had several experiences with this technology. I have met with several people who keep assuring me that the problems are being resolved but who firmly refuse to admit that, in its current state, the technology is defective. (If it was not defective, why are problems being resolved?) Since I tend to come away from these encounters feeling as if I am the only one running afoul of this technology, I figure it is about time to suggest to any Library patrons reading this who have been "bitten" by this technology to let the Library know about it. It is not difficult. The Web site for the Library has a "Your Comments or Questions" page. I have no idea how many incidents of defective behavior arise every day; but the "party line" seems to be to persist with the new technology in the face of evidence of its defects (which, as I recall, is a working definition of psychotic behavior). Perhaps, if more of us report those incidents, the Library will return control to the human beings while the technology developers proceed with all the troubleshooting that still needs to take place.

A Cautionary Reaction to the Gore Move

I am glad to see that the comments that have shown up on Truthdig in response to the news of the partnership between Al Gore’s Generation Investment Management company and Kleiner Perkins Caufield & Byers (KPCB) have been mixed. This is an event that deserves reflection more than cheerleading, particularly since it is likely to sail us all preciously close to one of the themes of this blog, which is the hazardous consequences of what I have called "technocentric ignorance." Make no mistake about it, KPCB is a Silicon Valley venture capital organization. This has two consequences that we should not overlook:

  1. The more general is that venture capital organizations have only one objective, which is to make money from new ventures. Back when I had to worry about this game as part of my day job, the rule of thumb for evaluating success was the following: If, out of every ten new ventures that you support, after five years eight have failed, one is hanging on for dear life, and one is giving you a hundred-fold return on your investment, then you are managing your investments successfully. At that point you cash in on your success and look for the latest round of newcomers to repeat the process. So, whatever the evangelists may say, none of this is about saving the planet; as is always the case, it is all about the money, regardless of the impact on the environment. Venture funding is nothing more than another arena for business-as-usual capitalism.
  2. The more specific has to do with "Silicon Valley culture," best captured by the premise is that no problem is too great for technology to solve. Perhaps the best example of this culture in action can be found at Google (which happens to be one of the KPBC success stories), which has decided to address the health care crisis by turning its attention to "health information products." Since, like most technology companies, Google is basically that small boy with a hammer who sees everything as a nail, the Google venture into "health information" begins by reducing it to a search problem, since that is the kind of problem they know how to solve. Such thinking is not without value; but it overlooks the more troubling premise that the problems surrounding health care (as well as the environment) have extremely strong and complex social factors that are being willfully ignored in the interest of "delivering product." Thus, when it comes to determining which venture investments are likely to give the best returns, it is unlikely that KPBC has any way to account for such social factors in their decision making.

The bottom line is that the very premise behind venture funding constitutes a conflict of interest with the mission of stemming the environmental crisis. The problems that our environment now faces are almost entirely products of, as I put it, business-as-usual capitalism; so Gore's move is likely to have the unfortunate consequence of delegating some of the best foxes in the business to guard a henhouse with precious few hens left in it. My guess is that we shall see some lip service paid to those social factors but that it will come in support of a new generation of "social software" ventures that (if I am forgiven an extreme metaphor) floated out in the piss resulting from drinking too much Web 2.0 Kool-Aid. (As supporting evidence I would note that Google's Marissa Meyer made that announcement about "health information products" at last month's Web 2.0 Summit.) To draw upon the pun invoked by Truthdig commenter jatihoon, there is nothing "NOBLE" about an office on Sand Hill Road; and my only hope is that it will not take Gore long to recognize this fundamental precept.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Fear Chutzpah

It is getting so that it is never too early in the week to consider Chutzpah of the Week candidates. As we may recall, last week the FBI issued a warning that the next Al Qaeda target in the United States would be a shopping mall during the holiday shopping season; but by the end of the week, as Stacy St. Clair reported for the Daily Herald, "Local and federal authorities" were downplaying this warning. This general call for cooler heads, however, seems to have been ignored by Tom Tancredo, who seems to have decided that, if he cannot raise his poll numbers by any other means, he should pull out the brute-force weapon of fear. Eric Kleefeld has posted the resulting video advertisement, complete with Tancredo's statement of approval "because someone needs to say it," which posits that, if "spineless politicians" continue to ignore the immigration problem, then terrorists will soon be blowing up our shopping malls. One wonders if Tancredo did not also pay for the "Hillary for 2008?" advertisement on Kleefeld's Talking Points Memo Web page, since the photograph of her is not particularly complimentary. My only fear in giving Tancredo an award for this kind of chutzpah is that it will open the field to even more outrageous advertising based on the principle that nothing gathers attention like raw fear!

"Sandwiching" the Heavy (Again)

Yesterday's first concert of the season by the San Francisco Symphony Youth Orchestra, conducted by Benjamin Shwartz, provided several opportunities for reflection. The very structure of the program reminded me of last month's recital at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music that featured performances by Menahem Pressler, since, again, the most serious part of the program, in this case Ernest Bloch's "Hebraic Rhapsody," "Schelomo," was sandwiched between two far wittier works, the second of which was Arnold Schoenberg's orchestration of a work that held a similar position on the Pressler program, the Opus 25 piano quartet by Johannes Brahms. Then, of course, Tessa Seymour, who played the cello solo in "Schelomo" also reflected back on the Conservatory, where I first heard her with her Luna Trio in a chamber music recital of the Preparatory Division last May. Finally, the structuring of the program around a "theme" reflected on the Hungarian "theme" of last week's chamber music recital at Kohl Mansion. That recital also concluded with the Brahms piano quartet, providing me with the opportunity to consider Schoenberg's effort only a week after a "live" performance of the original source material.

I try not to miss any opportunity to hear this Schoenberg orchestration. It is somewhat interesting to note that Schoenberg took on the task because the Brahms piano quartet was "seldom played" (from Schoenberg's letter to Alfred Frankenstein on March 18, 1939). Now the chamber version gets considerable attention, the orchestration tends to be neglected, and too many of the orchestral performances are the accompaniment of the ballet that George Balanchine created by a pit orchestra that does not do it justice. Nevertheless, since we do not tend to associate Schoenberg with wit (not that he lacked it), it is interesting to observe how he chose to recast a work in which, as I previously stated, the wit comes both "light and raucous." Ultimately Schoenberg triumphs with the raucous far better than he does with the light. Indeed, when Brahms goes really over the top with what I have called the "puffed-up parade" that practically "invades" the third "Andante con moto" movement, Schoenberg takes us into territory that might be better described as "Lisztich" and might therefore send Brahms spinning in his grave. The same may be said for the heavy use of a full panoply of percussion instruments for the final "Rondo alla Zingarese;" but this is also the same movement where Schoenberg finally uses his light touch to advantage, particularly in his rendering of the piano cadenza and the solo strings that follow.

Ultimately both versions succeed or fail on the basis of the level of spirit in performance. As I have previously written, Pressler has years of experience with that sense of spirit and has no trouble invoking it among whomever happens to be performing with him. Schwartz does not yet have such a track record, but he has established a level of rapport with his orchestra that allows for a controlled discipline that ultimately gets thrown off in favor of wild abandon. Furthermore, lest we had any doubts as to how much control there really was, Schwartz gave the audience an encore by picking up the final movement at that piano cadenza and charging forth once again into the accelerated coda with all the energy he had mustered the first time. Schoenberg could not have been presented in a better light.

On the serious side I think it is fair to begin by making it clear that Bloch is no Brahms. There is a heart-on-sleeve sentimentality to "Schelomo" that draws on all of the melodic motifs that we associate with the "Hebraic," whether we get them from Fiddler on the Roof or from the direct experience of the religious rituals themselves. Of course when the cerebral nature of serial music was all the rage in the twentieth century, compositions like "Schelomo" were dismissed as trivial; and Bloch was far from the only composer to suffer from such dismissal. In this country a similar attitude was aimed at Samuel Barber, meaning that it has only been recently that, as The New York Times recently observed, we have been able to listen to (and enjoy) an opera as "lyric" as his Vanessa. Similarly, we are now in a position to accept Bloch's lyricism for what it is, neither Brahms nor Schoenberg but still with a voice that should not be ignored.

Schelomo is, of course, the name for Solomon in the Hebrew text of the Old Testament; and that text probably provides us with more sides of this one character than of any other (with the possible exception of his father, David). The side that Bloch explored was that of the author of the Book of Ecclesiastes, which gives us Solomon at the end of his most eventful life, now facing death in his most despairing mood. This brings us to the soloist, who is only fourteen years old and (probably) not Jewish. On the other hand when I first heard her she was half a year younger and was performing movements from the Opus 67 piano trio of Dmitri Shostakovich, which may well be the most successful effort to invoke the complexity of Jewish life by a non-Jewish composer. That performance, even though it only involved excerpts, was too scary for words; and, from my end of the time line, I simply could not believe that musicians that young could deliver a performance that was so effective. So I had no reason to be surprised that her performance of Bloch was as eloquent as it was; and, if Bloch had a tendency to smooth things over where Shostakovich left sharper edges, then she and Shwartz seemed to have the right agreement as to how to present Bloch on his own terms. My only question would be, to return to the "sandwich" thesis, whether she also has the ability to deliver wit, be it light or raucous. Martha Graham used to tell anyone who would listen that tragedy is far easier to do than comedy, which may have been her way of apologizing for how few comic dances she composed. Now that Seymour has led me twice into those "lower depths," she has left me curious as to how she would fare with Haydn or the final movement of Beethoven's Opus 11 trio.

In her capacity as soloist Seymour did not join the Orchestra for the performance of George Gershwin's "Cuban Overture," which preceded the Bloch. This was the other work of wit that made up the "sandwich" of the program. It was also the high point of fun for the program, and Shwartz threw himself into it with just the right level of spirit. If the balance was not always a clear as it could have been, the overall pace from start to finish could not be faulted. This was not just the opening of the concert but the opening of the series of concerts that this Orchestra would give. It would set the bar for expectations of what would follow. It should be clear from reading this that the bar is as high as it ever was, and the Gershwin performance set all the right expectations.

Being a Consumer in Venezuela

Fresh on the heels of the cooking-oil stampede in the Shapingba district in southwest China, where three died and 31 were injured, comes a story that Brian Ellsworth filed for Reuters on the challenge of providing staple foods for a family in Venezuela:

Venezuelan construction worker Gustavo Arteaga has no trouble finding jobs in this OPEC nation's booming economy, but on a recent Monday morning he skipped work as part of a more complicated search -- for milk.

The 37-year-old father-of-two has for months scrambled to find basic products like cooking oil, beef and milk, despite leftist President Hugo Chavez's social program that promises to provide low-cost groceries to the majority poor.

"It takes a miracle to find milk," said Arteaga, who spent two hours in line outside a store in the poor Caracas neighborhood of Eucaliptus. "Don't you see I'm here slaving away to see if I can get even one or two of those (containers)?"

Venezuelan consumers are increasingly facing periodic shortages of basic food products as the economy shows signs of overheating amid record revenues from an oil boom.

It is only too easy to read an account like this as evidence that, for all his grandstanding, Chavez is not running his country as well as he would like us to believe (including those of us seduced by all that propaganda about the emphasis on music education in Venezuela). However, as always, there is a subtext that demands deeper attention. In this case the subtext that interests me has to do with the way in which the media, regardless of political dispositions, have been quick to label both China and Venezuela as "economic miracles." Upon close inspection, however, we find that the reporters that invoke this epithet tend to base it on revenue figures, comfortably avoiding having to examine any social indicators that try to capture the impact of that revenue on the general population. This is probably a revival of that old cliché from the days of Ronald Reagan's first campaign for the Presidency having to do with a rising tide lifting all boats. It did not take long for us to recognize that this precept was not true when the Reagan camp promoted it; and now we see that it is still not true, even in other countries under markedly different political ideologies.

Billy Wilder once said that the way to follow the plot in a movie is to follow the money. This advice has worked just as well in the world of non-fiction, perhaps best illustrated by the investigative methodology of Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward, which they documented in All the President's Men. Financial reporting, on the other hand, is not all about plot (notwithstanding the narrative perspective that Deirdre McCloskey, an economist with Reagan credentials, by the way, has brought to the study of economics). Rather, it is about the fabric of life that weaves together those who produce and provide and those who consume and benefit. Reporters drugged by the Kool-Aid rhetoric of "economic miracles" almost deliberately seem to lose sight of any of the factors that impact the quality of that fabric of life.

This returns us, once again, to the wisdom of Mr. Dooley. In recognizing the impact of the newspaper on the banks, he implicitly recognized that the news of banks, or any other economic institutions (including entire countries), deserved to be delivered in a form that would communicate to all readers, even those, like Mr. Dooley, who lacked "expert knowledge" of finance. Such a form would relate the numbers on the balance sheets to their impact on day-to-day life, which included such matters as not only the price of milk but the availability of that milk. Today's newspapers have forgotten this wisdom, leaving us with little more than our own abilities to scrape an odd item or two from the RSS feeds provided by the (slowly deteriorating) wire services, which is basically what this post has tried to do.

As an afterthought, lest the prospect of the preceding paragraph comes off as too bleak, credit should be given to Peter Coy, who, with the assistance of Nanette Byrnes, Dawn Kopecki, and Mara Der Hovanasian, prepared the "Economy on the Edge" story for the latest issue of BusinessWeek. The Web page for this story even prompted a comment from reader "Backspan," which reinforced the point of I have trying to make: "You guys explain how economic number have a direct impact on life as we know it." Whatever grief Mr. Dooley may get from other journalistic practices, he would probably take comfort in at least this one piece!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Why Blogging is Not Journalism

The last time I wrote about one of Larisa Alexandrovna's posts to her Huffington Post blog, I called the post "fascinating and provocative." The text of my own post made it quickly clear that my connotation for both of these adjectives was positive. This morning she has a post that probably deserves the same adjectives, but this time around my own connotation is unabashedly negative. Basically, she has put together an argument that an opinion piece that Alan Dershowitz wrote for The Wall Street Journal reveals that he endorses the practices of torture that the Nazis applied to members of the French Resistance during the Second World War. It has not taken long for Alexandrovna's post to be greeted by a flood of supportive comments, almost all of which indicate that she has incited a crowd to hang Alan Dershowitz from a sour apple tree (right next to Henry Drummond, for those who are familiar with the film of Inherit the Wind).

The only good news to come out of this is that Alexandrovna was kind enough to provide a hyperlink to the Dershowitz piece. This source text reveals that the major sin that Dershowitz committed is his failure to recognize the reading habits that have emerged in the world the Internet has made: He has written a long and complex analysis of the issue of torture. This is the sort of text that brings out at least two seriously bad reading habits that appear to receive far little attention than they used to in the days before we tried to use the blogosphere as a source of information:

  1. The confusion of analysis and advocacy. The best part of the Dershowitz piece is the way in which he tried to "review the bidding," taking stock of all those different points of view that are so incompatible with each other. One cannot read such a summary and assume that he subscribes to any of those points of view. The nature of his own opinion is only revealed by the entirety of his text.
  2. The assumption that one can make one's point by cherry-picking a few sentences. This is actually a corollary of the first point. Anyone who reads the entire Dershowitz piece will quickly see how far out of context the "evidence" that Alexandrovna provides to warrant her claim of his endorsement of Nazi torture actually is.

What I find particularly disturbing about Alexandrovna's shoddy logic is that it appears to have been invoked to rouse once again the rabble against the threat of anti-Semitism. I say "once again" because exactly the same practices of bad reading have been applied by those who have hurled charges of anti-Semitism against Mearsheimer and Walt for their analysis of Israel's lobbying practices (with a focus on the activities of AIPAC), without bothering to read the actual analysis. At a time when just about any effort to engage in reflective political discourse is blown out of the water by deliberately inflammatory rhetoric, Dershowitz has tried to pour oil on troubled waters; and Alexandrovna's response was to ignite the oil.

This takes us to why I chose my title. One of the first comments to respond to her post (submitted by "ScooterLiddy") recommended that she submit her post to The New York Times. Perhaps this would be a good way to see if, in the wake of its many recent blunders, the Times is still capable of the editorial practices we used to associate with quality journalism. Any editor worth his/her salt would send this draft back to the author for rewrite, generously marking out all its defects far more thoroughly than I have done here. Meanwhile, since I have neither affiliation nor influence with the Times, I might offer the modest proposal that The Huffington Post change its subtitle text from "Top News and Opinion" to "Caveat Lector!"

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Being a Consumer in China

Every now and then a story comes over the Reuters wire that makes you wonder just what the real story is:

Three people died and 31 others were injured in a stampede as shoppers scrambled for cut-price cooking oil at a Carrefour store in China on Saturday, Xinhua news agency reported.

The tragedy came during a promotion to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the founding of the store in Shapingba district in southwest China.

People began queuing in the early hours of Saturday to buy the cooking oil, said Gao Chang, a spokesman for the Shapingba district government. When the shop opened for business, throngs of people burst in and a mass stampede occurred.

We all know about lines at gasoline pumps and the kind of overt hostility they can provoke, but this is about cheap cooking oil! Now whatever we may think about automobiles, cooking oil is far less of a luxury than a full tank of gas; so why should there have been a stampede at the opportunity to get the stuff at a lower price. Was the discount so great to stimulate such an overwhelming demand; and, if so, what is it really like for the urban Chinese consumer to come home with a shopping bag of stable items for the entire family? My guess is that this is a symptom indicating that the bimodal distribution of wealth in China is as much a problem as it is in any other industrialized nation, whatever its political ideology may be.

There is an old joke about Leonid Brezhnev at the height of his power in the Soviet Union. He invited his mother to visit and show her all the perquisites of his power: the dacha, the fleet of limousines, and all the luxury foods kept in his kitchen. After a few days of this grand tour, he said, "Well, mama, what to you think now of your little boy from Kamenskoe?" She looked back at him and said, "This is all very nice, my son; but what will you do when the Communists take over?"

Are the conditions for putting stable food on the table in China so bad that the government is going to have to worry about what happens if communists (note the lower-case) come to power?

Friday, November 9, 2007

The Chutzpah of Inaction

In the tradition of Arthur Conan Doyle's dog that did not bark in the night, chutzpah can sometimes be a matter of a failure to act, rather than a specific action. This is particularly important when we consider the Senate vote on the approval of the appointment of Judge Michael Mukasey as Attorney General. As Laurie Kellman reported for Associated Press, the final vote was 53-40 in favor of the President's nominee. More interesting, however, was this observation, buried as the next-to-last paragraph in Kellman's report:

Not voting were Democratic presidential candidates Joe Biden of Delaware, Hillary Clinton of New York, Chris Dodd of Connecticut and Barack Obama of Illinois. All four had said they opposed Mukasey's nomination.

I do not read this as a consensus among those four candidates that their vote would not have made a difference. After all, that kind of thinking probably explains the lion's share of the poor voter turnout figures for which our country has become notorious in the eyes of other democratic countries. No, given my discontent with the entire folly of how both Democrats and Republicans are trying to select their candidates for the next election as early as possible, I read this as four of those would-be candidates saying that they had better things to do than cast their vote on the Senate floor; and in my book that constitutes an act of collective chutzpah directed against an already lethargic electorate. Last week I gave the Chutzpah of the Week award to Dennis Kucinich for an act that gave a positive connotation to the concept of chutzpah. This made me think seriously about supporting Kucinich to get his numbers up to a point where the mass media might finally take notice of him. This week we are back to the negative connotation. The award will be shared by Biden, Clinton, Dodd, and Obama; and my thoughts about supporting Kucinich are all the stronger.

As an unrelated afterthought, I just ran a spell-check on the above text. The proposed correction to Mukasey was "Ukase." Those familiar with this noun may see something symbolic in that recommendation!

"As some day it may happen that a victim must be found"

Whatever my past quibbles with Associated Press may have been, I think it is important to thank their staff writers, Michael J. Sniffen and Eileen Sullivan, for providing an excellent introductory piece, mostly in question-and-answer form, about the lists that our government maintains in its efforts to screen for known or likely terrorists. Here is how they introduce the topic:

Since the terrorist attacks of 2001, the government has stepped up its screening of travelers to try to find possible terrorists. The key weapon has been the watch list, and it's barred hundreds of suspected terrorists from entering the country. Federal officials combined a dozen different lists into one unified terrorist watch list and the number of names on it soared from 12 on Sept. 11, 2001, to more than 880,000 today. That contributed to the extra questioning of Democrats Kennedy of Massachusetts and Lewis of Georgia and the wife of Stevens, an Alaska Republican.

Most important are the matters that pertain to the maintenance of this list:

Q: Who is on the terrorist watch list?

A: There are about 300,000 people on the watch list who the government knows or suspects may have links to terrorism. Less than 5 percent of these people are U.S. citizens or foreigners legally living in the country. Some confusion and problems stem from the fact that these 300,000 individuals are represented by 880,000 different names on the list, because a separate record is created for each alias or alternate ID. Even different spellings can create a separate record.

Q: How does someone get on the list?

A: Any agency can nominate a person to the list, but the FBI and CIA screen all nominations and make the final decisions. The FBI has said if there is enough evidence against a person to open a preliminary FBI investigation because of suspected terrorist links, that name will be placed on the list. An anonymous phone call about someone isn't enough by itself. The CIA has said its standards are somewhat subjective.

Q: How does someone get off the list?

A: If an FBI investigation determines a person has no link to terrorism, that name will be removed from the list. The CIA has refused to tell congressional investigators its standards for removal.

Q. Who operates the list?

A. The FBI's Terrorist Screening Center maintains and distributes the list, or parts of it, to other federal agencies that use it to screen travelers and even to 750,000 state and local police who can access it to check people they stop.

Most telling from this is the fact that, in spite of our efforts to take a more integrated (connect-the-dots) approach to "homeland security," this particular "instrument of protection" is essentially a joint (but not coordinated) effort of the FBI and the CIA, with the CIA being more opaque about its practices. (It does not seem too far-fetched to assume that, if they are deliberately opaque in dealing with the Congress, they are probably just as opaque in dealing with the FBI.) Thus, while the buck may stop at the FBI Terrorist Screening Center, the CIA still plays an influential role, most of which is concealed from just about anyone who is not directly involved within the CIA.

As we slouch our way towards the next Presidential election, we are likely to see an increase in discourse around two critical post-9/11 questions:

  1. Is our country any safer from terrorist attack than it was on September 10, 2001?
  2. Do we feel safer from terrorist attack than we did on September 12, 2001?

Sniffen and Sullivan have made a valuable contribution to this discourse by providing us all with a basic understanding of that "little list/Of society offenders who might well be underground." It is a small step in shifting the conversation from shrill rhetoric to cooler logic. Let us hope it is the first of many such steps.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

The New Semantics of "Conspicuous Consumption"

Last August I reported that the "front line" in the war against the poor could be found in Manhattan. More specifically, it was on the eighth floor of Saks Fifth Avenue, the venue for designer shoes so exclusive that it was assigned its own ZIP code, where just about everything on the floor embodied that motto, "If you have to ask, to don't wanna know." Well, according to a report that Vivianne Rodrigues filed yesterday for Reuters, the front line is still in Manhattan and is being waged (pun intended) at an extreme that recalls the Battle of Richmond recently depicted in the new opera, Appomattox. Here is Rodrigues' lead:

A day after New York City came up with a $1,000 bagel, a local restaurateur unveiled a $25,000 chocolate sundae on Wednesday, setting a Guinness world record for the most expensive dessert.

For those who missed the bagel news, Rodrigues was kind enough to provide a recap:

On Tuesday, New York chef Frank Tujague of The Westin New York hotel at Times Square unveiled the $1,000 bagel, topped with white truffle cream cheese and goji berry infused Riesling jelly with golden leaves. Sales will help raise funds for culinary school scholarships.

The question of whether or not the beneficiaries of these scholarships will learn a thing or two about feeding the poor can be left for another time. For now it is more important to concentrate on the new dessert:

Stephen Bruce, owner of Serendipity 3, partnered with luxury jeweler Euphoria New York to create the "Frrozen Haute Chocolate," a blend of 28 cocoas, including 14 of the most expensive and exotic from around the globe.

The dessert, spelled with two Rs, is infused with 5 grams (0.2 ounces) of edible 23-karat gold and served in a goblet lined with edible gold. At the base of the goblet is an 18-karat gold bracelet with 1 carat of white diamonds.

The sundae is topped with whipped cream covered with more gold and a side of La Madeline au Truffle from Knipschildt Chocolatier, which sells for $2,600 a pound.

It is eaten with a gold spoon decorated with white and chocolate-colored diamonds, which can also be taken home.

No mention is made of anything like scholarships associated with this particular item. Rather, Bruce is more interested in supply and demand:

Bruce said he has received inquiries about his latest creation, mostly from Europeans planning to visit New York.

"I wouldn't be surprised if soon we get a call from a Middle Eastern prince or Shah willing to give something sweet to his many wives on his next trip to the city," Bruce said.

Given the rather pathetic state of the dollar, there should be no surprise that demand is coming from Europe; but that quotation is really telling, since it speaks to just the sort of stereotype that has inflamed attitudes about the extreme bimodal distribution of wealth to a level that is best captured by that "war" noun. Does Bruce realize that he has reduced the metaphorical meaning of "conspicuous consumption" to its rawest literal foundation? Perhaps he should read up on the history of the anarchist movement in Paris, whose practices included throwing bombs into establishments not that different from the one he owns. This would definitely be a counterexample to Marx' observation about history, since any repetition would be far from farcical. Nevertheless, at a time when we read about bomb-throwing on a daily basis, it almost seems as if establishments like Serendipity 3 and Saks Fifth Avenue are deliberately thumbing their noses at those who throw bombs, perhaps out of that same sense of security we read about in Edgar Allan Poe's "The Masque of the Red Death" (which turns out to be entirely false).

The operative noun in that last paragraph may be "attitude." It is not that wealth is bimodally distributed as much as it is the arrogance of the one mode, in its position of comfort, towards the other. The thing about attitude, though, is that it tends to reflect; and, in this case, it reflects back in extremely inflammatory ways, whether they are rap lyrics or the video manifestos of Osama bin Laden. Furthermore, the latter example reminds us that the reflection may not be limited to the verbal: Names may never hurt us, but the wounds of 9/11 are still open and festering. Unfortunately, such aggression is not going to lead to any much-needed attitude change up there on the "comfortable mode," which means that, if we continue to let things play out along their current course, the language of "war," like that of "conspicuous consumption," will ultimately bottom out on a tragically literal foundation whose consequences are too horrifying to try to imagine.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

In the Land of the 800-Pound Gorilla

Everyone knows the joke:

  • "Where does an 800-pound gorilla sleep?"
  • "Wherever it wants to."

This is the fundamental subtext behind the "humiliation theater" that Tom Lantos staged yesterday in bringing Yahoo! Chief Executive Officer Jerry Yang and General Counsel Michael Callahan before the House Foreign Affairs Committee in the presence of Gao Qinsheng, mother of imprisoned Chinese journalist Shi Tao. However, just as the act of humiliation was provoked by the consequences of disregarding morality in favor of technology and finance, so should the spectacle itself be viewed in terms of the consequences it engenders. A first step in that direction was reported by P. Parameswaran for Agence France-Presse:

After the hearing, the Yahoo executives met at a congressional office with Gao and the wife of another cyber dissident, Wang Xiaoning, jailed also after Yahoo allegedly turned over information on him.

The first meeting between them followed suggestions by lawmakers that Yahoo settle the court cases the dissidents' families had brought against the company.

"It is clear that Yahoo was interested in dealing with the issue in a more forthcoming way," acknowledged Morton Sklar, the lawyer for the two jailed dissidents, emerging from the meeting. He did not give details.

Whether these three paragraphs are about substance or style will only be determined by what happens next on both sides of this story. However, Reporters Without Borders apparently sees this affair in the same light that I threw on it yesterday, that of the big stick that China now wields to get whatever it desires. This was also part of Parameswaran's report:

Some 52 people are currently in Chinese prisons for expressing themselves too freely online, according to media watchdog Reporters Without Borders.

"Just five years ago, many people thought Chinese society and politics would be revolutionized by the Internet, a supposedly uncontrollable medium," the group said.

"Now, with China enjoying increasing geopolitical influence, people are wondering the opposite, whether perhaps China's Internet model, based on censorship and surveillance, may one day be imposed on the rest of the world," it added.

Aside from China, Reporters Without Borders' list of 12 other "Internet enemies" that "systematically violate online free expression" are Egypt, Belarus, Myanmar, Cuba, Iran, North Korea, Saudi Arabia, Syria, Tunisia, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan and Vietnam.

This is why the gorilla joke is relevant:

  • "What is the global policy on free expression through the Internet?"
  • "Whatever China wants it to be."

Furthermore, the last paragraph in the above AFP excerpt indicates that China will have an international contingent of supporters for "whatever it wants" in this matter.

Paul Saffo has always been fond of saying that the future always arrives late and in unexpected ways. He may not have anticipated that this would apply to the impact that the Internet would have on communication on a global scale, but it looks like his rule is going to apply. The future has not yet arrived; but the signs are that it is not going to conform to the expectations of those once-and-future evangelists of openness, whether the text of their sermon is about the "open enterprise" or the "global town meeting." More than ever we are haunted by the title of that movie that Marco Bellocchio released in 1968, China is Near. After all, now that ecologists have a model of how long it takes the emissions Chinese of coal-fired plants (still uncontrolled in the interests of further growth) to cross the Pacific and enter the atmosphere (and water) of states like Oregon, Washington, and California, how can it not be near?

I had a taste of the Chinese version of free expression when I lived in Singapore. I did not particularly like it, but I had to acknowledge that my personal tastes had to accept the fact that I was living in someone else's country by my own choice. So I respected the laws and was never really oppressed by them. I also never had to encounter a situation in which someone close to me was victimized by those laws the way Shi Tao was by the letter and the practice of Chinese law. I have no idea how I would have acted had I been in such a situation, so I know how foolish it is to speculate on such matters when dealing with the normative practices of another country. Sklar is probably right that Yahoo! is sincere about dealing with this issue to the extent that its own turf is at stake, but this is where Lantos' castigation comes into the limelight again. Can a major global enterprise that hires strictly on the basis of outstanding technological and financial skills truly confront an equally major global question that requires taking a moral stand and then acting on it? Personally, I find it hard to answer this question in the affirmative; but, given how much other bad news there is in the world, I would really like Yahoo! to prove me wrong!

As an afterthought, I just saw that an extended Reuters story dealing with moral issues surrounding the issues of open communication and terrorism has been picked up by Ziff Davis and released on its CIO Insight site. This is definitely not the sort of reading matter one tends to associate with a CIO; but then there is no guarantee that those who go to this site will read (let alone reflect on) the full content of this particular report. Nevertheless, someone at Ziff Davis made an editorial decision appropriate to our times. We should be thankful for that gesture, however small it may have been!

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Hungarian Revival

Having written at some length about Brahms yesterday, I did not really say very much about that part of the Kohl Mansion concert that was by Hungarian composers. I briefly mentioned György Ligeti but only for his departure from Hungarian idioms. The other two composers on the program, Zoltán Kodály and Béla Bartók actually collaborated on the ethnomusicological project of going out into the (Hungarian) field to collect source material. They both adopted that material in their own compositions but in decidedly different ways. While each of their approaches was interesting in its own right and I appreciated that the Kohl Mansion concert provided me with an opportunity to hear works I had not previously heard in live performance, for purpose of context I feel a need to mention one Hungarian composer who was not represented.

That composer is Alois Hába, and he was not represented because he was Czech. However, his field experience throws an important light on the efforts of Kodály and Bartók. Supposedly Hába spent a fair amount of time transcribing folk music, but he ran into a lot of trouble when he tried playing his transcriptions back to the people whose music he recorded. They insisted that he had not gotten any of it right at all, and the story goes that one of the musicians threatened Hába with physical assault unless he learned how to get it right! As a result Hába discovered that he would have to invent a microtonal notation in order to "get it right." Now, while we find an occasional use of quarter-tones in Bartók's string quartets, Bartók, himself, was primarily a pianist; so most of his work is written for the equal-tempered scale of twelve chromatic intervals. This raises the question of just how "authentic" the Kodály/Bartók transcriptions actually are; but this is a question for ethnomusicologists. At the very least they are more authentic than anything we encounter in Brahms (or, for that matter, Liszt); but they should still be taken on their own merits, rather than as ethnomusicological projects.

At Kohl Mansion Kodály was represented by a sonatina for cello and piano that was entirely new to me. Indeed, it was so new that I found I could not really listen to it in the context of any other Kodály compositions that I did know. At the time I thought I was picking up wisps of a jazzy American song. However, since the sonatina was completed in 1922, if there was a path of influence, it was probably in the opposite direction, having caught the attention of one of our own jazz of pop musicians who turned it around to his own purposes. (This is not out of the question, given that Mose Allison once even acknowledged his debt to Bartók.)

This takes us to Bartók, who was represented by his second rhapsody for violin and piano. The first used to get a fair amount of attention, but I knew the second only from my Bartók anthology. Both rhapsodies are in two movements, slow followed by fast. The popularity of the first may have had something to do with the family resemblance of the fast theme to "Simple Gifts" (probably coincidental in this case). The second rhapsody seemed to have a richer collection of source material, which meant that both movements explored their sources in somewhat greater depth.

As I mentioned yesterday, in this context the only thing Hungarian about Ligeti was his ancestry. His trio is an homage to Brahms whose only thematic acknowledgement is to Beethoven. The thing about Ligeti is his ability to combine impish wit and tragic longing in a single work, each adding strength to the other by the very nature of contrast. The middle two movements of this trio are outrageously wild, while the outer two progress from nostalgia to lamentation, ending in the same spirit as the beginning, with a reference to leave-taking colored by Beethoven's approach to the same theme.

Yesterday, I mention that the Kohl acoustics where not particularly kind to Brahms. The Ligeti trio was much more one of independent voices, all of which were particularly emphatic. Thus, if the acoustics did not allow the Brahms to blend properly, they served the Ligeti to greater advantage. Similarly, the single instrument accompanied by piano in both the Kodály and Bartók compositions were better balanced than the fuller sound of the Brahms. Consequently, the best "action" took place before the intermission; but this was also the opportunity to hear works that are seldom performed and deserve to be performed with much greater frequency.

Humiliating Consequences

One of my favorite themes has been that willful ignorance of the subtleties of the social world can lead to consequences that are not only unanticipated but may also be downright unpleasant. This is particularly the case when a technology provides an excuse for "hiding" within the safe confines of the objective world without realizing that this is no more effective than trying to lock out that threat of the Red Death dreamt up by Edgar Allan Poe. However, like Poe's plague, those consequences inevitably penetrate our hiding places and confront us with an ugly wrath. Today that wrath was exercised by Representative (and concentration camp survivor) Tom Lantos, Chairman of the House Foreign Affairs Committee; and it was directed as Chief Executive Officer Jerry Yang and General Counsel Michael Callahan of Yahoo!, Incorporated. In this case those subtleties of the social world had to do with how Yahoo! handled a request from the Chinese government to provide information about one of their subscribers, Shi Tao, who happened to be using the Internet (accessed through a Yahoo! portal) for pro-democracy activities considered criminal by the Chinese government. Yahoo! provided the information, Shi Tao was sentenced to ten years in prison, and Lantos was mightily offended. In an impassioned voice reminiscent of Joseph Welch asking Senator Joseph McCarthy if he had any "sense of decency," Lantos declared to Yang and Callahan, "While technologically and financially you are giants, morally you are pygmies."

Welch's accusation turned out to be a tipping point that marked the beginning of the end of a reign of terror that McCarthy had imposed from his seat in the Senate. Ultimately, McCarthy was censured by his colleagues and then faded relatively quickly into obscurity and then death. Unfortunately, however high his moral ground may be, Lantos is unlikely to have such a tipping-point effect. The sad truth is that China has become such a dominant power that it will always get what it wants, usually by speaking softly and carrying a big stick (having learned how to pick and choose the most effective American strategies). Whatever moral principles may be at stake, there is probably a broad consensus that Yahoo!'s actions were normative for the way business is conducted today; but those norms are justified by arguments that are restricted to the objective world. In that objective world public humiliation in the House of Representatives may be an acceptable price to pay for a decision that "seemed acceptable at the time." In other words, as powerful as Lantos' rhetoric was, it is likely to have little impact on normative practices in either China or Yahoo!, both of which are institutions for which economic growth is the only legitimate issue. Nevertheless, Lantos at least had an opportunity to wield his own big stick; and I, for one, was glad to see him do so.

A German View of our Political Theater

The American press has become so predictable in what it chooses to write about the race for the White House that it is becoming necessary to look to other countries for an alternative perspective. Marc Hujer has attempted to provide such a perspective in his attempt to examine the preparations for the Democratic caucus in Iowa in an extended analysis at SPIEGEL ONLINE, and it is worth considering that perspective simply because it is not beholden to American media interests. The first thing one observes is that Hujer has confined his analysis to Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton, regarding them as the only "signal" in a much broader field of "noise." This may be an unfortunate consequence of his being a one-man operation trying to do his job while all the other media have tag-teams canvassing the state of Iowa every which way; but it also may be a reflection of how any of us would react when there are just too many players on the field. We need to focus down on making a choice between a smaller number of alternatives; and, at the risk of sounding too cynical, two is the ideal number because, if all else fails, you can always toss a coin.

Having made his decision to focus, Hujer then tries to develop a model of the distinction between Obama and Clinton; and the result is that he seems to have made of his mind how he would cast his vote had he one to cast. He sees Obama as a bright star that is just too detached from the electorate to have an impact. Hujer latches on to an epithet that he claims is popular among campaign strategists to argue that Obama lacks any standing among "the beer drinkers." Unfortunately, he does little to explain why this is the case beyond portraying Obama as a bright guy who just is not particularly comfortable in his own skin. This is not meant to be a metaphor about race, because it seems as if he real discomfort is with being given the dreaded "brainiac" label. Gone is the label of "audacity" under which he first charged into the fray, along with any suggestion that hope may be revived through that audacity. Hujer sees Obama as a man with much to say but without anyone willing to listen; and this German perception of what happens when someone who is, by nature, cerebral tries to go stumping among beer drinkers may be one of the more accurate assessments to have been written about a political process that may ultimately exemplify the sort thing that another German, Max Weber, had in mind when he wrote about "loss of meaning."

Hujer's contrasting view of Clinton, on the other hand, is summed up in the thesis sentence of his analysis:

Barack Obama may be the star of the 2008 US presidential campaign, but he lacks what rival Hillary Clinton offers in spades: competence and experience.

Invoking the spirit of Weber again, this is what one might expect from an attempt at a rationalist assessment of the current state of play. However, in the interest of that rationalism, Hujer may have neglected Clinton's strongest holding in her hand of spades: ruthlessness. I have already suggested that lack of ruthlessness may explain why John Edwards was not even detected by Hujer's radar; and it may also explain that Obama's audacity has been beaten down by Clinton's ruthlessness, even when it appears through a mannerism like her "Medusa eyes." I am a bit surprised that Hujer chose not to pick up on this, particularly in the context that one of the greatest masters of ruthlessness was Otto von Bismarck; and it was due to this trait that Isaiah Berlin held him up as such an expert in political judgment. Indeed, when it comes to the Berlin model of political judgment, Clinton probably fills the bill better than any of the other contenders among Republicans as well as Democrats. However, Hujer does not explore this point of view, preferring to focus of competence and experience, probably because they are more palatable for his rationalist sentiments.

This may ultimately be the flaw of his analysis. Yes, it is true that we find better examples of rationalism in what Europeans write about politics; but, as we can see from the reports of recent neo-Nazi and other nationalist activities, rationalism does not dominate the electoral decision process in Europe any more than it does in the United States. Thus, Hujer's contribution is valuable for being different but not necessarily for contributing any critical observations that might provide further insight into the current political theater in Iowa. Had he been less attached to his rationalism, he might have spent more time among the "audience in the stalls" than in tracking the two front-runners.

Monday, November 5, 2007

A Lost LUCIA

It seemed like a relatively minor item among the "Date Lines" in today's San Francisco Chronicle:

The San Francisco Opera's planned production of Donizetti's "Lucia di Lammermoor," to be staged by debuting director Mary Zimmerman ("Metamorphoses"), has been given the ax. According to a statement from the company, the production - which opened at the Metropolitan Opera in September to lukewarm reviews - is too big to fit into the War Memorial Opera House without costly reworking.

Instead, the company will perform the opera in a production by director Graham Vick and designer Paul Brown - the creative forces behind this fall's new production of Wagner's "Tannhäuser" - that premiered in Florence in 1996. Performances are June 17-July 5, with soprano Natalie Dessay making her company debut in the title role as scheduled.

- Joshua Kosman

However, it was not that long ago that the Metropolitan Opera was not in the business of sharing productions with any other company; so there was bound to be some promotional value behind San Francisco Opera making one of those sharing arrangements, particularly when that arrangement included Dessay, who has been getting close to pop-star treatment since the production opened at the Met. Nevertheless, behind any story like this there is bound to be a back-story; and in that back-story the adjective "lukewarm" would probably be far too polite for describing this particular production.

Those interested in exploring this story in greater depth would probably benefit from Daniel Mendelsohn's extended account in The New York Review of Books. Unlike many of the critics in San Francisco, Mendelsohn has that excellent gift of the ability to find the positive to accentuate in just about any situation. In this case he devoted roughly half to his article to a discussion of how Lucia de Lammermoor came to be and why it came to be that way. This account was perceptive enough to persuade at least this reader that there was more to the opera than melodramatic silliness, a memorable sextet, and probably the most notorious mad scene in the operatic repertoire. Having laid this groundwork, Mendelsohn could then provide a studied account of how little justice the Met production had done to the intentions of its creators, Gaetano Donizetti and Salvatore Cammarano; and most of that account was targeted at Zimmerman and what can only be described as her failure to "get" the underlying text (music as well as words).

Needless to say Dessay does not hold up very well in this account either, although Mendelsohn does not explore whether or not she would be justified in pleading a Nuremberg Defense, since anything that happens on the stage take place, presumably "under orders" from the director. Therefore, I hope that we shall be at an advantage in getting to see her deal with another approach to this opera. Of course Zimmerman's replacement has already had to sustain critical attacks for his recent treatment of Tannhäuser; but my own reaction was that, except for the total mess of a ballet at the very beginning, this was a production that encouraged one to think more deeply about a story that seemed rather simple on the surface. Vick may be just the right person to take a potboiler chock full of frustrated love, murder, and madness and provide the audience with more than an excuse to cheer wildly at a virtuoso bel canto performance.

It is probably also worth saying a few kind words about the agility with which General Director David Gockley has been steering his "ship of state" in the first season for which he can take full responsibility. That Tannhäuser was the first new production he brought to San Francisco, and there is much to be said for his taking a first step that was so cerebral. Then there was Appomattox, which was just as cerebral, just as visceral, and apparently a bit of a cliffhanger with regard to whether it would be ready by opening night. Most recently it was necessary to abandon the plans for a Magic Flute designed by Maurice Sendak, mounting, instead, the Los Angeles production with decor by Gerald Scarfe. In each of these "incidents," the San Francisco Opera came out on top of things, making this one of the most interesting seasons they have had for several years. Three operas remain for this portion of the season, La Rondine, Macbeth, and The Rake's Progress; and it will be interesting to see if this level of interest will sustain until the Opera House is invaded by Nutcrackers!

In Brahms' "Engine Room"

Yesterday evening, when many San Franciscans were flocking to Davies Symphony Hall to get their first taste of Gustavo Dudamel conducting the Simón Bolívar Youth Orchestra, my wife and I drove down the Peninsula to Kohl Mansion in Burlingame to hear members of the San Francisco Symphony play a chamber music program organized by pianist Peter Grunberg. I enjoy listening to Grunberg's performances, and I find he usually has interesting things to say about the music he performs. So was glad to hear that he had arranged to give a talk about the Hungarian theme of the program he had arranged one hour before the concert began. Ironically, the most interesting parts of the program had only remote connections to what could be called a Hungarian idiom: The Ligeti horn trio is probably as much about departing from that idiom (beginning with a not-particularly-veiled reference to the opening motif of Beethoven's "Les Adieux" piano sonata), while the Brahms G minor piano quartet has its "Rondo alla Zingarese," which certainly acknowledges the idiom and then proceeds to take it in decidedly non-idiomatic directions. Grunberg did not try to dismiss the remoteness of those connections; and, as a result, his pre-performance remarks served up considerable foot for thought. Since I am still sorting out much of what he decided to cover, I want to concentrate, for now, on a single tidbit.

In discussing the Brahms piano quartet, Grunberg raised one of my favorite questions: At a time when the durational scale of music kept getting longer (an attribute of nineteenth-century composition that Donald Frances Tovey had addressed in his "music" entry for the 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica), how was Brahms able to maintain a sense of coherence for a piece of chamber music that lasted about three-quarters of an hour? This was when Grunberg invoked the metaphor in my title, confessing that he enjoyed "going down to the engine room" of a composition to get to know what makes it work the way it does. He addressed his question with a strategy that I had first heard presented by Deryck Cooke in a lecture that the British musicologist had given at MIT during my student days. Cooke's talk was about Brahms' second symphony and his focus was on the relation between the first and fourth movements. He wanted to demonstrate that the opening three notes of the first movement provided a key motif that would ultimately develop into the binding force that not only held together the final movement but also liked it back to its origins. Since, at the time, I was very interested in trying to detect such note-to-note patterns with computer software, I found Cooke's talk very appealing.

Grunberg took this strategy and applied it to all four movements of the piano quartet, also distilling the key motif down to a single two-note semitone ascent. This struck me as problematic. First of all, once you get down to such a microscopic level this sort of game becomes very easy to play. After all, you can find that pattern is just about any melodic embellishment. The question is not whether or not the motif recurs with great frequency; the question is whether all those recurrences are "created equal" or whether (more likely) some are "more equal" than others, having a higher "standing" in that grammatical sorting-out of the embellishing and the embellished. Regular readers know that I opt for the latter strategy in approaching music, jazz or classical and "on the page" or in performance. This is not to say that I dismiss the idea that a two-note motif can provide the cohering force for a music work of considerable duration. One of my favorite examples remains the opening gesture of the fourth symphony by Ralph Vaughan Williams, which happens to be a descending semitone that would complement the motif behind Grunberg's argument. Vaughan Williams, however, was not interested in playing hide-and-seek with this motif (and may thus be criticized for being a bit too obvious with it), while in Brahms we are left wondering just how ludic he intended to be.

Then there is the question of how such a micro-strategic insight translates into performance. Here I am afraid that Grunberg and his fellow musicians were at a disadvantage. Kohl Mansion is a rather awesome piece of architecture, but its great hall was not designed with acoustics in mind. Consequently, if there really were some interesting strategies in this piano quartet being played out at the micro-level, it was not particularly easy for even the informed ear (such as an ear that had heard the same composition only a few weeks earlier) to grasp them. As a result the very circumstances of the performance gave a heavy bias to rhetoric over grammar; and, for the most part, the rhetoric took that same sort of over-the-top abandon that worked so well in that last performance I attended. In comparison I would say that I preferred Menachem Pressler's performance at the San Francisco Conservatory; but there is a major generation gap between Pressler and Grunberg. Pressler has years of experience with being "wild and wooly" in his performances; and he had no trouble bringing the rest of his group into that same territory. Grunberg has the potential to venture into that same space just as confidently; but this particularly performance did not seem to offer the right place (at least acoustically) for such a venture.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Allan Bloom's American Mind

Book TV used this weekend to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of the publication of Allan Bloom's controversial book, The Closing of the American Mind: How Higher Education has Failed Democracy and Impoverished the Souls of Today's Students. The "celebration" was actually a broadcast of two panel discussions from an anniversary event held at the Manhattan Institute on October 7. Probably the most important thing to come out of those panels was an appreciation of just how slippery the very concept of a "closed" (and, therefore, "open") mind can be. Nevertheless, one wonders whether or not much was to be gained by academic pundits puzzling over such a concept justified the comparative neglect given to the more charged language of Bloom's book. Little was said about whether or not our institutions of higher education have, indeed, "failed democracy" or "impoverished the souls" of their students.

Therefore I think it may be more important to address a more fundamental question behind that accusation of "impoverishment," which was the neglect of "great books of Western civilization" in favor of a more diverse approach to "cultural relativism." Regular readers know that I have a great deal of respect for those "great books." I both read and cite them frequently; and I hold them up as examples of resources whose "knowledge half-life" is far greater than most of what gets published these days (particularly when the publisher is a business school press). On the other hand I have a great deal of trouble with trying to orient education around any canon, particularly one with a Western bias. Yes, we should read Plato and Aristotle; but I agree with Carl Gustav Jung's point that we cannot read these philosophers without some fundamental knowledge of the social context in which they were situated. Put more bluntly, we should not admire "great Greek thinkers" without ignoring that they probably could not have done their thinking without that population of helots and slaves doing all the day-to-day grunt work. Similarly, while I have great respect for the texts of both the Old and New Testaments, I am very concerned that they should be taken as "received wisdom," rather than artifacts of that historical process that constitutes the development of Christianity, a process that is probably least known to those who embrace the faith most passionately.

The other problem with any canon is that it, too, is an artifact that becomes fixed at a particular moment in time; but time does not stop with the definition of the canon. This is why I recently addressed the question of whether or not a piece of music that had been composed during my lifetime should now constitute a representative "emblem" of the Zeitgeist of the twentieth century. Temporal distance changes the priority we assign to events, and it probably also changes how we perceive Western civilization in the context of other cultures. (Consider, for example, the recent revived interest in the Korean War that now addresses questions of cultural misinterpretation.)

Does this mean that we should still be reading Bloom's book twenty years after its publication? On the basis of the two panels I watched, I have my doubts. While the book raised many questions from the general, rather than academic, press when it appeared, it now seems to have settled into a state of neglect that it probably deserves (except for its impact on the neoconservative movement, which was not a minor one). On the other hand the issues that Bloom tried to tackle, those questions of education failing democracy and impoverishing the souls of students, are as important today as they were when the book appeared. Indeed, the very questions of the extent to which faith has undermined reason and what the consequences of that undermining may be should be approached with the greatest urgency; but perhaps the most apparent consequence of the undermining is the general lack to will to even recognize that those questions are there to be considered!

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Borat One Year On

In took about a year for Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan to migrate from the movie theaters to cable; and, given how much has happened over those twelve months, it seems worth looking at the film again in this new context. When the film first appeared, I was very occupied with the very concept of satire and hypothesized that it "reflects a reality with far more accuracy than conventional prose could ever do;" and more recently I have suggested that ridicule may be the most effective weapon we have in combating the madness in which we seem to be immersed. Furthermore, the basic premise of this film reflects a philosophy of cultural relativism that goes at least as far back as Voltaire, if not further: Every culture finds at least some of the traits of any other culture to be anything along the scale from "a bit much" to downright offensive; and every now and then it is important to be reminded that other cultures think of us the same way. This was one of the messages of Osama bin Laden's September video, but this was a case in which our culture felt obliged to both distort and ignore the message. On the other hand people had to pay their own money (theater admission, video rental, or cable subscription) to get the Borat message, so it is worth asking if Sacha Baron Cohen was any more effective in communicating with us.

In retrospect I would say that this particular experiment in cultural relativism was a failure. I suspect that, for the most part, we are all aware of our most ugly traits; and we do not gain very much by being forced to look in a mirror that makes those traits all too evident. That was the basic theme of Eugene O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh, which is why I cited it as part of my remarks about Borat last year. As a result I found myself thinking less about the benefits of satire and more about the English title of a Peter Handke play, Offending the Audience. Handke was more concerned with just breaking down expectations of theater-goers, rather than forcing them to look in mirrors that emphasize their ugliest traits; but he has still been no stranger to controversy. He thus has a reputation for offending, but then Voltaire had the same reputation. Indeed, in the context of writers like Voltaire, O'Neill, and Handke, Baron Cohen would be little more than a side show, were it not for the fact that most of his audience gives little thought or care to any of this more prestigious predecessors.

One year on I feel I can take issue with what SF Weekly said about the film: "Borat makes you laugh, but Baron Cohen forces you to think." The laughs have not held up that well over twelve months, so there is little about the film that provokes, stimulates, or encourages reflection. Today Baron Cohen seems more like an ineffective Don Quixote battling windmills than like a master such as the Don's creator or, in a later period, Voltaire. He probably still deserves points for trying, but he might do better to seek out another day job.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Fear and Loathing of Complexity

Gilbert Cranberg has a valuable think piece about the current health insurance problem posted on Nieman Watchdog. The topic, in his words, is "the riddle of AARP;" and he summarizes this "riddle" as follows:

It’s truly puzzling why an organization that represents some 38 million individuals 50 and over, many of whom depend on Medicare, would endorse a Medicare offshoot – Medicare Advantage – that siphons money from traditional Medicare and is seen by many as part of an effort to privatize Medicare.

He then invests a significant number of (virtual) column-inches to identify the nature of this problem and explore its implications. Having laid out the issue, he then concludes with an interesting digression:

Nor do I understand why the press does not regard any of the above as newsworthy. Medicare is important to readers, and AARP has big membership and influence. Yet what you just read came not from accounts in the mainstream press but by simply following up AARP’s ad for Medicare Advantage in my local newspaper.

Perhaps buyouts and the like have so shorn newsrooms of old-timers that few if any are left who relate to the concerns of seniors. If so, and if that explains why AARP and Medicare Advantage are a non-story, it would be a colossal blunder. What seniors lack in demographics that appeal to advertisers they more than make up in loyalty to newspapers as readers.

According to the credentials given at the bottom of this post, Cranberg used to edit the editorial page for the Des Moines Register and Tribune, which should lead us to accept him as an authoritative source on the question of what constitutes newsworthy content.

Nevertheless, I would hypothesize that this particular case of media silence has nothing to do with the newsworthiness of the content, let alone the seriousness of the issue Cranberg decided to pursue. Rather, it has to do with complexity of content being bad for the businesses of distributing news, however important it may be to that now-outmoded role of the newspaper as public trust (let alone that same role for health care). The argument probably is a double-edged sword. One edge is based on the proposition that people are not particularly interested in reading complex analyses (and those few who are can find them in other places, like The New York Review); so such an analysis would be a waste of valuable page real estate. The other edge argues that, if readers do get absorbed in the complexity of the analysis (because it is delivered in a rhetorical style that they can grasp and perhaps even enjoy), then they are distracted from the advertising that shares page real estate with the article. Either argument carries enough weight to kill the article; taken together they pretty much discourage anyone of staff from even thinking about submitting such an article in the first place.

Yes, Cranberg's article is complex. It is probably best read with a pad of paper on which you can take some notes and possible arrange them in diagrams. Nevertheless, it does not take much speculation to entertain the hypothesis that our Ruling Class does not want you to read that way (and, on the basis of recent ceremonial activities at the White House, they probably do not even want to you be educated in order to read that way). If this is true, then they are depriving us of our very humanity, which means that there longer-range goal of enslaving us may be nearer than we think!

Another Flaw in Keyword Advertising

One lesson I remember learning about advertising in my youth was that, whenever there was news of an accident involving an airplane, all airline commercials for the day would be canceled. Unfortunately, the rules of keyword advertising cannot grasp this simple rule. I thought about this when I read an Associated Press report on Yahoo! News that began with the following paragraph:

Two commercial pilots allegedly fell asleep on a flight between Baltimore and Denver, with one pilot waking up to "frantic" calls from air traffic controllers warning them they were approaching the airport at twice the speed allowed.

Most of the space on the Web page, immediately to the right of the next two paragraphs, was then taken up by an advertisement for Southwest Airlines! For me this was a reminder that using a keyword to trigger whether or not an advertisement is displayed along with a news item does not take into account whether or not the connotation of that keyword is positive or negative. Yes, the story turned out to be about an event that took place in March of 2004; but it is still not the sort of story that leads one to thing about air travel. Sometimes those meager humans who ran radio and television stations forty years ago could exercise better judgment than today's software for advertising placement!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

The Buying Trumps the Drinking

There is something about the very name of the blog Neuromarketing that gets to you even before you have read the subtitle, "Where Brain Science and Marketing Meet." If you had any doubts that the primary objective of marketers is the direct manipulation of your brain regions (probably both emotive and cognitive), a blog like this is sure to dispel them. What I have yet to figure out is why The Huffington Post is tracking this blog. I am hoping that the reason is to provide the rest of us with an early-warning service.

As a case in point, consider the first paragraph of today's post by Roger Dooley:

One of the keys to the phenomenal success of Starbucks has been that its stores offer a consistent and appealing sensory experience. The music, colors, and lighting are all important, but clearly the wonderful coffee aroma is what dominates one’s senses on entering a Starbucks outlet. I enjoy brewing Starbucks coffee at home, too, but it never seems quite the same as when I consume it in the actual shop. It turns out that I’m not alone, and that my coffee maker isn’t the entire problem. Yes, coffee in the coffee shop DOES taste better, but not for the reasons you might expect. Research from another coffee maker, Nespresso, shows that 60% of sensory experience of drinking espresso comes from the retail environment!

In the following paragraph we learn that "another coffee maker" is not other than Nestle; so we seem to be dealing with a serious clash of the Titans here. Here is the background to their performing this particular research:

Nespresso, a subsidiary of food giant Nestle, was faced with a dilemma created by this sensory experience quirk. It had created a home espresso-making system that produced espresso that tasted just as good as what you could find in a coffee shop. Unfortunately, consumers didn’t recognize that.

How did Nespresso respond to the research results? The bottom line is that the took two key actions:

  1. "First, they launched upscale coffee shops in major cities for the primary purpose of creating the high-intensity sensory experience people expect, but also with the intention of showing customers they could get the same high-quality espresso at home."
  2. "The second thing they did was to modify the home espresso-making system to release more aroma."

In other words, even though they were aiming at a product for home use, they decided to escalate the competition of Starbucks' turf, because it was all about the experience provided by that turf, rather than anything involved with what you happened to be drinking.

This throws an interesting light on just how far we have progressed into our consumerism. Beyond the fact that we can now talk so casually about "shopping therapy," this is a case where the data seem to indicate that the experience of buying is more important than what is bought. In retrospect this should not be that all surprising, given how little utility value there is in so much (most?) of what we buy; but now we have the data to support the hypothesis that "what we buy" barely enters into the equations that determine our shopping behavior. This leads me to ask whether we may actually be dealing with yet another form of addiction with sociopathic consequences.

Framing the Question of Value

Regular readers know that my interest in Carl Jung extends to his development of the concept of synchronicity. In this context it is worth exploring two of the most recent stories in the financial news. On the one hand we have a barrel of US light crude oil, which yesterday "rose as high as $96.24 before falling back to $93.16." On the other hand we have a share of Google stock, which closed yesterday at $707. In both cases further growth is anticipated. Analysts anticipate that the oil price will pass the $100 mark before the end of this year, while Associated Press Business Writer Michael Liedtke cites a similar projection of further growth for Google:

Dinosaur Securities analyst David Garrity on Wednesday issued a bullish report predicting Google's stock will climb to $985 during the next year.

What does this mean? Is it anything more than a demonstration of the absurdity of comparing apples and oranges? I think so, because it provides us with an opportunity to consider that oft-touted concept of "wealth creation" is consider its implications. Consider first how Liedtke illustrates this concept:

Brin and Page, both 34, have been the biggest winners by far, with estimated fortunes exceeding $20 billion apiece. At least two other Google executives, Chairman Eric Schmidt and sales chief Omid Kordestani, are billionaires while hundreds of other employees have become millionaires because of their stock holdings in the 9-year-old company.

In light of the other story, I suppose this means that Brin and Page will not have to worry about fueling their corporate jet (or do they now have a fleet of them?); or, put another way, the price of oil is not going to have any impact on their contribution to the carbon footprint (which, for me at least, is a slightly more depressing perspective). From a more positive point of view, it may mean that Google can afford to invest even more in the private transportation system it has provided to relieve its employees of the burden of driving to work in their own cars.

Still, the denizens of the Googleplex are a pretty elite crowd. What does this mean for the rest of us? Those of us who own shares of Google stock are not going to use it as a lever for getting better prices for a gallon of gasoline for our cars. If most shareholders believe Garrity, they will probably stay on for the ride and count on Google to provide them with either a nest egg for retirement or a financial cushion when they find themselves reorganized our of a job. Meanwhile, the price of gasoline will continue to rise; and the company that makes those big numbers that display the prices of the different grade levels will probably encounter a surge in business as the demand for the number "4" rears its head. Since funding for improving public transportation does not seem to get the attention that Google gives to its private system, most of us shall continue to be held hostage by our own cars when comes to providing food and clothing, not to mention earning the money to pay the mortgage or rent on shelter.

The purpose of this exercise is to demonstrate that, whatever numbers may tell us, they are incapable of saying anything about the social world in which they are embedded; and that social world is seriously out of whack. We are being blind-sided on both sides: On the one hand we are presented with a vision of prosperity that benefits fewer individuals than the myth-makers would have us believe; and on the other we are hit with yet another attack on our ability to afford our daily routines. Students of twentieth-century history may recognize such a social world as a breeding ground for fascism. It remains to be seen whether such catastrophic consequences will actually ensue; but, if they do, we cannot say that we did not get the warning signs.

Of course another perspective comes from considering Michael Klare's "Age of Insuffiency" analysis for The Nation, which would lead us to wonder whether or not Google stock will continue to rise when there is a shortage of energy to run all of their servers and workstations!

Media Moguls can Say Stupid Things, Too!

In all fairness to Michael Bloomberg, he was probably speaking as a mayor, rather than the founder of a major successful media corporation, when, in response to the news that Police Detective James Zadroga may have been on drugs during those months when he was doing his job in the contaminated air at the 9/11 "ground zero" site, the current mayor of New York declared that "the science says this was not a hero." Has it ever been the business of science to define the concept of "hero" or characterize the nature of the heroic act? Is Bloomberg so dense that he can reject the social world (which is the only venue in which heroism can be meaningful) in favor of the objective world of science? Apparently, it is again necessary to invoke the spirit of Carl Gustav Jung, who was perceptive enough to recognize that "those heroes of olden time must have led a none too scrupulous life, and indeed not a single myth, Greek or otherwise, claims that they ever did anything else. All that beauty could revel in its existence only because there was as yet no penal code and no guardian of public morals." Whether as mayor or as media mogul, Bloomberg seems to be suffering from a significant case of limited reading matter!