Thursday, January 31, 2008

The REAL Numbers

We all owe a great debt of gratitude to Ari Berman for explaining the role of superdelegates in the Democratic nominating process in an article, which will appear in the February 18 issue of The Nation and currently has a page on that magazine's Web site. Back on January 5 I ran a post that accounted for superdelegates, as well as those recently committed by the Iowa primary, according to the following sentence from an Associated Press article:

Overall, Clinton leads with 175 delegates, including superdelegates, followed by Obama with 75 and Edwards with 46.

Thus, by taking superdelegate numbers into account, Obama was hardly in a position to cheer after Iowa. Here is how Berman has updated those numbers:

Before Super Tuesday, Obama had sixty-three pledged [e.g. based on primary or caucus results] delegates, compared with Clinton's forty-eight. But as we went to press Clinton had a huge advantage in superdelegates, 184 to ninety-five, according to CNN.

The bulk of Berman's article goes into answering that eternal question first posed by Butch Cassidy, "Who are these guys?" The answer requires a history of Democratic National Conventions since 1968. It is a roller-coaster ride of all sorts of ups and downs; and, like many roller-coaster rides, it is likely to induce barfing among those who have not prepared themselves before reading it. However, as many of my teachers told me, much of the most important knowledge comes with pain; so don't chicken out from reading Berman's account! Nevertheless, at the end of the ride there is a direct answer to Butch's question:

They include all Democratic members of Congress and every governor, but roughly half of them are Democratic National Committee officials elected by state parties, who range from top party operatives to local city council members. Key interests in the party, like labor groups, can also name superdelegates.

Note that this is not strictly a definitive answer, and I suspect that the Democratic National Committee is going to labor long and hard to make sure that enquiring minds (like Berman's) never find out just how many superdelegates there really are and, aside from the governors and Congress members, who they actually are. Indeed, I would guess that the Rules Committee will come up with a way by which we never determine that number by, for example, subtracting the count of pledged delegates from the total delegate count. As to the "why" question that lurks behind the "who" question, Berman offers up a great quote from political scientist Rhodes Cook, who describes them as a "firewall to blunt any party outsider that built up a head of steam in the primaries."

If there is any good news to this story, it is that there appear to be approximately 400 uncommitted superdelegates; and it is far from clear how they are likely to decide. So, barf-inducing as Berman's ride may be, it does not end by dumping us in the Slough of Despond by convincing us that the whole process has already been rigged. Thus, I continue to believe that boycotting any primary or caucus will be counterproductive, as long as we bear in mind a simple caveat elector rule: Your vote counts for less than you thought. (On the other hand arguing over whether or not voting machines have been tampered may be counterproductive, since the numbers they yield may not have much impact on the "grand scheme of numbers!")

A Plague on Both Their Houses (different houses this time)!

I am glad to see that I am not the only one upset over Senators who assign more priority to campaigning than to doing the people's business on the Senate floor. As reported in the ABC News Political Radar blog, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid has a lot of heavy lifting to do between now and February 15:

ABC News' Z. Byron Wolf Reports: Senate Democrats held a special meeting Thursday to decide on two bills both with a deadline of February 15. In between now and then...is Super Tuesday.

No final decisions on either the FISA update bill or the economic stimulus package were reached, but afterwards on the Senate floor Majority Leader Harry Reid implied there won't be action on either item till next week. Not only does he need to woo Republican support to get the 60 votes needed to pass versions the Democrats prefer on both matters, but he needs to marshal his troops. Specifically, those conspicuously absent from the Senate with a case of '08.

Wolf goes on to note that it is not just the absence of Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama that undermines Reid's strategic planning in preparation for these votes; having made his declaration of faith, Ted Kennedy is also out there on the campaign trail. It is unclear how those of us who vote on Super Tuesday can make the point that such negligence is intolerable. Boycotting the primary would probably be counterproductive. Maybe it will just take a few courageous souls showing up at rallies across the country and finding the right moment to shout, "Why aren't you in Washington doing your job?" If that kind of heckling makes it to the evening news, it might have some effect!

Globalization and the Discontents of Connectivity

The more connected the elements of a system are, the greater the robustness of the system, right? If some of the links break, there will be alternative paths; so the system can keep going while the broken links are repaired. That is a favorite mantra of Internet evangelists; and the principle is so simple that it is an easy matter to get everyone else saying the same thing (sort of like hearing "AFLAC" whenever a duck quacks). James Burke had another perspective though; and, while it was not the primary thesis of his Connections television series, it leaked out very early in his exposition. Burke pointed out that rich connectivity could induce fragility and vulnerability as readily as it could induce robustness. In other words assessing the consequences of rich connectivity is a bit like what I have called the "TBD of Crowds" problem: Whether or not a crowd is wiser or madder than any of its individual members depends on a bundle of subtle factors that James S. Coleman called collectively the "micro-to-macro problem." Thus, while the Internet may be robust enough to allow me to matriculate in a seminar on Marxist phenomenology (I thought I was making that up, but I just got 203 Google hits for it!) conducted at just about any university in the world, it is also vulnerable to a neo-Trotskyite infecting all participants of that seminar with malware, which will then propagate through every electronic mail message they each send. Needless to say, when we descend from the ivory tower of a philosophy seminar to the everyday world of work, things can get much more serious.

So it is that Al Jazeera English has compiled the following story from their wire sources:

Internet disruption effecting users in India and the Middle East looks set to trouble India's lucrative outsourcing industry and could in turn impact international businesses that rely on it.

India on Thursday struggled to overcome internet slowdowns and outages, which came after two undersea cables off the coast of Egypt were damaged.

The incident has halved India's bandwidth.

Outsourcing firms, such as Infosys and Wipro, and US companies with significant back-office and research and development operations in India, such as IBM and Intel, said they were still trying to asses how their operations had been impacted, if at all.

Rajesh Chharia, the president of the Internet Service Providers' Association of India, said companies that serve the east coast of the US and Britain had been badly hit.

"The companies that serve the [US] east coast and the UK are worst affected. The delay is very bad in some cases," Chharia was quoted by the Associated Press as saying.

"They have to arrange backup plans or they have to accept the poor quality for the time being until the fiber is restored."

That last sentence is the real kicker. It reminds us of just how naive most of us are about the need for precautionary measures, which I have previously associated with our fear of formulating worst-case scenarios. Furthermore, as the final paragraph of the Al Jazeera report reminds us, it is not as if we were totally unaware that problems like this could arise:

Such large-scale disruptions are rare but have occurred before. East Asia suffered nearly two months of outages and slow service after an earthquake damaged undersea cables near Taiwan in December 2006.

From a technical point of view, the problem may be that we have overloaded our trust in connectivity by overlooking the need for distributivity. It is all very well and good that India has become a "global hub" for providing service; but, whether or not you think the idea of having your customer service call routed half-way around the world is a good thing, why should there be a "global hub" in the first place? Why can the service burden not be shared by several sites distributed around the world, perhaps equally spaced according to time zones? (I know of at least one major business that has set up their software development centers in this way. You can have three sites, each with a unique eight-hour shift on a "global clock;" and, at the end of each shift, the work gets passed over to the next time zone.) In this case, if an entire site lost its connectivity, the other sites could extend their shifts to cover for it.

Of course we know the answer to that first question: A bunch of astute Indian entrepreneurs saw how they could turn their "home turf" into a "service center for the world," went for all the marbles, and succeeded in getting them. Probably they could have been just as good at designing, implementing, and running globally distributed service centers; but the local model may have been more profitable (possibly with government-based incentives factored into the balance sheets). So now, when a fiber cable off the coast of Egypt "catches cold," the whole world of Internet-based service sneezes (worse yet, probably all at the same time, sort of like all the toilets in the United States flushing during Super Bowl half-time)!

It has been a while since I have ranted about the fact that, for all our hollow words about being in a "service economy," we (and that, unfortunately, is a global "we") are far more ignorant about the nature of service than we have ever been about manufacturing, even when most of the world was drunk on the worst excesses of Frederick Taylor's "principles of scientific management" (which, I have also argued, seems to be the lens through which we try to view service). This is not to imply that understanding the basis of your economy makes you good (and profitable) at doing it. However, that understanding provides a good start when it comes to being aware of the problems you are likely to encounter; but, if we are going to be phobic about worst-case scenarios, will that really matter? So the next time you want to rant about the lousy service you are getting, just remember my own methodology and think about how we all got into this mess!

Power-Madness or Chutzpah?

Over on The Huffington Post, Mark Kleiman called it a move towards "a claim of dictatorial powers." I'm willing to call it chutzpah, particularly since it bumps President George W. Bush's count up to seven Chutzpah of the Week awards (and to think that he got his sixth only at the beginning of this month, which turned out to be a seriously chutzpah-laden month)! "It" is his latest signing statement; and we have to wonder whether or not he has decided to react to the media labeling him a lame duck with the what-the-hell attitude that has less to do with dictatorship and more to do with doing anything he damned well pleases without worrying about consequences. The account of this particular signing statement can be found on the Web site for The Boston Globe in a story filed by Charlie Savage. Here is his lead:

President Bush this week declared that he has the power to bypass four laws, including a prohibition against using federal funds to establish permanent US military bases in Iraq, that Congress passed as part of a new defense bill.

Bush made the assertion in a signing statement that he issued late Monday after signing the National Defense Authorization Act for 2008. In the signing statement, Bush asserted that four sections of the bill unconstitutionally infringe on his powers, and so the executive branch is not bound to obey them.

"Provisions of the act . . . purport to impose requirements that could inhibit the president's ability to carry out his constitutional obligations to take care that the laws be faithfully executed, to protect national security, to supervise the executive branch, and to execute his authority as commander in chief," Bush said. "The executive branch shall construe such provisions in a manner consistent with the constitutional authority of the President."

One section Bush targeted created a statute that forbids spending taxpayer money "to establish any military installation or base for the purpose of providing for the permanent stationing of United States Armed Forces in Iraq" or "to exercise United States control of the oil resources of Iraq."

That third paragraph is the mother-lode of the chutzpah in this story. It is also a sobering reminder that, while the text of the President's Oath of Office talks about preserving, protecting, and defending the Constitution of the United States, is says nothing about reading that document! Fortunately, on his own blog Kleiman has saved me the trouble of unpacking the text of the Constitution in this particular matter, applying my favorite strategy of citing chapter and verse. (With all of his professions of faith, you would think that Bush can do this sort of thing with his Bible; why can't he do it with the Constitution? My guess is that those professions of faith have little, if anything, to do with the Bible but are grounded, instead, on his direct communion with his God. This means he is not obliged to read anything, even his Bible!)

Of course we have been aware of the Presidential preference for signing statements for some time, so we knew that one of these would land him a chutzpah award sooner or later. If there is any good news about this, it is that the general public is more aware of signing statements than they ever were under any previous administration. This led Savage to close up his story with two interesting paragraphs. The first is a positive consequence of this increased awareness:

In 2006, the American Bar Association condemned signing statements as "contrary to the rule of law and our constitutional separation of powers."

The second involves another positive consequence, which is that the awareness has trickled into the current race for the White House:

Among the presidential candidates, Mitt Romney, Hillary Clinton, and Barack Obama have said they would issue signing statements if elected. John McCain said he would not.

I find this particularly interesting, since the media like to jump on McCain whenever he starts talking about war. After his failed rendition of "Barbara Ann" made him look like a clown, the general tendency has shifted to portraying him as a bloodthirsty warlord. Yet here he is, the only one of the "four survivors" willing to declare that he does not want to get his way by slipping through legal loopholes. Perhaps he sincerely saw his military service as an act of defending that Constitution, and perhaps he sees his service in the Senate in exactly the same light. I still believe that the first step in getting out of a mess is to understand clearly how you got into it in the first place; and just maybe McCain has a leg up on that first step compared to the other three contenders not yet "voted off the island."

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Will any Words Remain?

It was almost exactly one year ago that Senator Joseph Biden got himself into big trouble by describing Senator Barak Obama as "the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy." Beyond the way in which the entire phrase reflected a condescending tone, the single adjective "articulate" provoked a flood of commentary for carrying a particularly disparaging connotation. However, if the problem of what D. L. Hughley called "the last vestiges of racism" can really be folded into the usage of a single adjective, modern Germany apparently has to deal with a far more complicated problem concerning the vestiges of Nazism. This latter problem is so complex that, as David Gordon Smith has reported on SPIEGEL ONLINE, it can only be negotiated through an entire dictionary:

The "Wörterbuch der 'Vergangenheitsbewältigung'" ("Dictionary of 'Coming to Terms with the Past'") examines around 1,000 words and phrases -- everything from "Anschluss," used to refer to the 1938 "annexation" of Austria, to "Wehrmacht," the name of the Nazi-era armed forces -- looking at how the meaning and usage of the terms have developed since the end of World War II.

As the introductory summary to his article puts it, the terminology of the Third Reich has created a "linguistic minefield" for ordinary discourse in the German language.

There are two consequences of having to weigh the negative connotations of every word you utter. One is that you cease to speak altogether. (This reflects the joke about the ant asking the centipede how it coordinated all its legs. Upon stopping to think about how to answer the ant, the centipede was unable to take another step and died of starvation.) The other consequence is that you get tongue-tied whenever you do speak. I experienced this problem on my first trip to Germany to attend a workshop in Munich. On my way back to the airport, the cab driver asked me which flight I was taking; and I replied, "Luftwaffe." We both quickly recognized my embarrassment, he was willing to grant me no-harm-no-foul, and he dropped me off at the Lufthansa gate. Another auditor might not have been so generous.

What I enjoy most about German is the way in which complex and subtle concepts can be packaged into just the right word. "Vergangenheitsbewältigung" is not about simplistic classification in the four-legs-good-two-legs-bad style of Animal Farm (whose author probably had one of the deepest understandings of connotation in literary history); as the lexical unpacking of the word explains, it is about "coming to terms" with some of the ugliest memories that any culture has experienced. The present generation of German speakers is sufficiently remote from that past that, at the very least, they need to be aware of connotations that invoke such memories, particularly when speaking to those for whom those memories remain vivid and haunting. The question, however, is whether differentiating between an innocent mistake (as in my cab ride) and intentional malice must always be a matter of negotiating a "linguistic minefield."

There is also a related question about the basic project behind this dictionary. In general the primary function of a dictionary is to provide denotations. Connotations are rarely ignored entirely, but they tend to be of secondary interest. However, in this particular dictionary, the primary function is to provide and explain those connotations. The result is that the reference work can be used as a double-edged sword. While the intention was to provide a reference work for those who wish to be conscientious about dangerous connotations of the words and phrases they choose, the dictionary can also be used as a code-book for those who intend to provoke (functioning somewhat as a "dictionary of hate-speech"). Furthermore, even the provocations can cut two ways, as a "guidebook" for both neo-Nazis and those seeking rhetorical devices to ridicule those same neo-Nazis. One might say that the dictionary has made it harder to make "an innocent mistake" any more, just as too many Americans would no longer tolerate the use of the adjective "articulate" as "an innocent mistake."

This brings us back to those two alternatives: capitulating to silence or tongue-tied fumbling. Neither serves the social necessities of communicative actions, the primary actions available to us for trying (whether or not we succeed) to understand each other and thus manage in the life-world. This is not to say that this Vergangenheitsbewältigung is making a bad situation worse; but it is reminding us of how bad the situation is, which should be taken as a challenge to do something about it!

Choosing to do Something Useful with Your Life

The real story about John Edwards is not that he has left the race for the White House. In Nedra Pickler's report for Associated Press, the real story emerges through a couple of paragraphs about half-way down the page:

Edwards planned to announce his campaign was ending with his wife and three children at his side. Then he planned to work with Habitat for Humanity at the volunteer-fueled rebuilding project Musicians' Village, the adviser said.

With that, Edwards' campaign will end the way it began 13 months ago _ with the candidate pitching in to rebuild lives in a city still ravaged by Hurricane Katrina. Edwards embraced New Orleans as a glaring symbol of what he described as a Washington that didn't hear the cries of the downtrodden.

Yesterday I heard one of the guests on Democracy Now make the observation that Edwards was the only contender in the primary process who used the word "poverty" in his speeches. These two paragraphs demonstrate Edwards' decision that it is more important to do something about poverty than to be the lone voice talking about it in a political process that has reduced the phrase "public servant" to a bad joke. This means that my choice has now been narrowed to two candidates in the California Primary, both of whom received a Chutzpah of the Week award for disregarding the people's business through their absence from the Senate floor, choosing, instead, to spend that time on the campaign trail. Now that Edwards no longer holds nor seeks public office, he seems more intent on doing the people's business than any of those who are still "inside the system!"

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Things Change over 25 Years

When I wrote that the last time I had heard the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra of Amsterdam perform a symphony by Gustav Mahler was about 25 years ago, when Bernard Haitink was chief conductor and decided to take the work on a tour that included Carnegie Hall, I neglected to mention that Haitink tended to have a relationship as stormy as one of Mahler's tempo descriptions with the administrative arm of this orchestra. They were always looking for ways to cut the budget, Haitink always found the cuts intolerable, and he would inevitably threaten to quit if lack of budget would prevent the orchestra from living up to its well-deserved reputation. In actuality Haitink did not quit until 1988, and I do not know if he had just gotten tired to fighting the good fight over the operating budget. In retrospect, however, something started to go out of the Concertgebouw when Haitink left; and a descent that began with Riccardo Chailly now seems to be continuing with Mariss Jansons.

Perhaps it was just their misfortune to be performing Mahler's fifth symphony in Davies Symphony Hall just two days after Myung-Whun Chung performed his first symphony. However, viewed through the lens of other conductors bringing Mahler into "Michael's house," these two performances left me thinking about Michael Tilson Thomas from two different angles on the same focal point. Without any suggestion of mimicking Thomas' style, Chung helped me to understand what it was I liked about his approach to Mahler, because that was also what I liked about Chung's own approach. Jansons, on the other hand, only reminded of what I was missing while listening to that fifth symphony.

It comes down to two critical factors that are necessary to, as I put it in writing about Chung, "accept the decisions Mahler has made and let them stand." The first is to recognize that (as is also the case for, say, Hector Berlioz) those decisions are as much (if not more) about the very sounds that arise as the notes are performed; and the second is that getting to that sound involves a certain chemistry between conductor and orchestra the links the playing to the listening, not unlike the chemistry that must form among the members of a jazz combo before one can say that they are really playing jazz. Like Thomas, Chung had both an awareness of the power of sound in all its subtleties and the ability to forge the right kind of bond with the San Francisco Symphony to translate the sounds in his head into the sounds on the stage. In Jansons' case, on the other hand, I found myself wondering if he had sounds in his head or whether his only priority was to render the notes printed on the pages of the score. Certainly he did the latter dutifully enough, but there was a blandness to the experience when the only factors that really seemed to matter were the relationships among those notes determined by principles of harmony and counterpoint. Thus, with regard to the second point, Jansons seemed to know when those relationships were violated by wrong notes; but this was a matter of "quality control," rather than chemistry.

There was another sign that Jansons' approach to listening may have been more of that "one-way street" of "monitoring for quality;" and it surfaced at the beginning of the evening in the performance of "Don Juan," by Richard Strauss. This score has some very lush moments; and, when the orchestra was playing such an episode, Jansons' whole body reflected the pleasure of that moment. Unfortunately, the pleasure bordered on excess to such an extent that it reminded me of that admonishment by Erich Korngold's father, warning his son against "bathing." From my vantage point in the audience, the whole thing felt too much like a Whitmanesque celebration of the self, rather than a shared obligation of performers to share performance with the audience. Needless to say what happened during the Strauss happened much more during the Mahler and ultimately became a distraction from what was most important about Chung's approach to Mahler: recognizing the moments of climax and tuning all other moments to the ascent to and descent from that climax.

None of this seemed to phase the orchestra very much. They went about playing their notes dutifully (almost stoically) enough. Even when taking their bows (to an audience that had received them extremely enthusiastically, reminding me that, when I get into issues like these, I am probably just picking nits), they were a very subdued bunch. Perhaps that is just the way things are done in Amsterdam, in which case I am just as glad that I can enjoy they way they are done in San Francisco with greater frequency!

The High School Diploma: CUI BONO?

The value of the educational institution has been under fire for at least the last quarter of a century. Certainly, as far back as the Seventies, I remember representatives of major corporations, such as IBM, declaring that they really did not care what (if anything?) new hires had learned in college (or high school). If they were good enough to be hired, the first thing that would happen would be that they would be put through the wringer of a series of internal training programs. Regardless of any skills they had upon arrival, it was only after those training programs that they would be viewed as productive employees for IBM (or other corporations with a similar philosophy).

This was one of those dirty little secrets that you only learned once you entered the "real" world of work. However, in the United Kingdom the Gordon Brown administration has decided to pull this secret out into the sunshine, at least according to a Wiki News item, which appeared on Net News Publisher:

The government of the United Kingdom has given corporations like fast food chain McDonald’s the right to award high school qualifications to employees who complete a company training program.

Two other businesses, railway firm Network Rail and regional airline Flybe, were also approved. The decision was made by the Qualifications and Curriculum Authority, which oversees the national curriculum.

McDonald’s said it will offer a “basic shift manager” course, which will train staff in marketing, customer service, and other areas of restaurant management. Completion of this course will be the equivalent of passing the GCSE, the standard exam taken at age 16, or the Advanced Level, taken at age 18.

Network Rail plans to offer a course in rail engineering, while Flybe is developing a course involving aircraft engineering and cabin crew training. Passing Flybe’s course could result a university level degree.

Putting aside any reservations I may harbor over reading unsigned content on Wiki News, it is still worth entertaining these paragraphs as a hypothetical and then asking what they say about educational institutions, because what they basically say is what IBM was saying 25 years ago: The world of work cannot count on those institutions to provide basic knowledge and skills for being a productive worker. This, in turn, provides an even more chilling corollary: The only real value that educational institutions provide is that they delay the entry of "fresh blood" into the job market, giving the older employees more of a "grace period" over which to establish their own productivity and value.

The other side of the story is represented by Sally Hunt, general secretary of the University and College Union, quoted as saying:

We are unsure whether those institutions would be clamoring to accept people with McQualifications.

I am sure that Ms. Hunt and her colleagues all appreciate the negative connotation of that last word; but, if McDonald's can actually be accredited with providing the equivalent of a high school diploma, then they know better than to let name-calling hurt them. My guess is that they can pass this accreditation test, because it is in their best interest to do so, just as it is in Flybe's interest to train their employees to the level of an undergraduate degree. Thus, what has long been a tacit vote of no confidence in educational institutions has now become explicit, at least in the United Kingdom.

Rather than inventing new epithets, however, Ms. Hunt might have done better to address this situation in terms of a short-term solution to a short-term problem that has long-term consequences. If this report is true, then we must read it in the context of a premise that I have explored from time to time, which is that all knowledge has a "half-life," by which I mean that, like radioactive materials, it loses its potency over time. The question is not one of whether or not knowledge "decays" but one of how rapidly or slowly it decays. A training program designed to meet immediate needs is likely to have a very rapid "rate of decay," in which case the real question is, "What happens to the worker when what has been learned in training is no longer valuable?" If the business has a commitment to "life-long learning," then that would require a training curriculum, which would not only be more extensive than that of any undergraduate program but would also be in ongoing flux, reflecting changes in the need for knowledge over time. IBM used to try to do this sort of thing, and I have no idea if they still do it. My guess is that McDonald's does not do it. I would not be surprised if the McDonald's philosophy is that, when the value of training has decayed below the level of productivity, one simply dispenses with the "obsolete" worker and replaces him/her with a new hire run through a new training program. Thus, the long-term consequence of this approach is likely to be an increase in unemployment as the job market fills up with people unable to compete for new jobs, not necessarily because they cannot be trained in those new jobs but because it is cheaper to hire and train candidates far younger than they are (which is why my eyes tend to roll up when I hear John McCain go into one of his speeches about the value of retraining).

Then, of course, there is the more dire long-term consequence, which is that intimate relationship between the United States and the United Kingdom. If this story really is valid, then we can rest assured that educational policy makers, whether they be Republicans or Democrats, will be giving it considerable scrutiny. After all, there is no political affiliation associated with the motto, "Desperate times call for desperate measures." The consequence we should fear is that the United States will choose to go down the same path; and this can only aggravate all the problems surrounding the "desperate times" of not only educational institutions but the world of work itself.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Proximity to the News

There was a telling episode in the first episode of the current season of The Wire. The scene is the conference room where the "budget meetings" are held, which determine which stories are going to appear in the following morning's paper. Several of the mid-level staff are staring out the window at a large plume of black smoke. Gus Haynes (Clark Johnson) comes in to ask what's happening; and someone shows him the smoke and says that there is a fire across town. His immediate reaction is, "Who's covering it?," which is met with blank stares.

Proximity to the news used to matter. If a reporter was sitting in his/her office and saw smoke out the window or heard sirens coming from the street, (s)he (or someone else) would run outside to find out what the story was. The very name "The Wall Street Journal" connoted an institution of journalism that would provide the most up-to-date and reliable "word on The Street" because it was "on The Street."

This may not be the case where Rupert Murdoch is concerned. While things have not progressed beyond the rumor stage, Josh Koblin of The New York Observer felt that the following item deserved recognition on his blog, The Media Mob:

News Corp. owner Rupert Murdoch wants to move his recently purchased Wall Street Journal out of Manhattan's financial district by the end of the year.

Mr. Murdoch is proposing that the Journal newsroom move out of its home at the World Financial Center adjacent to the World Trade Center site and into his News Corp. headquarters in the "canyon" on Sixth Avenue, according to newsroom sources.

One senior newsroom source with knowledge of the situation said that the move was "very likely" and it's something that Mr. Murdoch has been "strongly considering" for some time. Another source confirmed it should happen by the end of the year.

Editors and reporters at the paper have been discussing the possible move for some weeks now, but word hasn't gotten out. The source said that under the plan the editorial department would move into the News Corp building, while some business offices and other parts of Dow Jones would remain at the World Financial Center. One hang-up, said another newsroom source, was how News Corp. would reallocate space since News Corp. headquarters at 1211 Avenue of the Americas are already filled to capacity.

Is this an example of life validating an episode of fiction that recently appeared on television? Is it a validation that, in the current business of reporting the news, proximity to the story no longer signifies? One answer would be to hedge on the question, somewhat in the style that Bill Clinton made infamous, and say, "It depends on the semantics of 'proximity;'" but that is probably less of a hedge than we might think, particularly where financial reporting is concerned. Consider that a financial reporter probably has greater proximity to the substance of the news by looking through the window of a Bloomberg terminal than (s)he would have by being physically present on a trading floor. In other words the "action" is not, strictly speaking, "on The Street" anymore; it is flowing through the networks that are now responsible for implementing all major trading transactions around the world. So perhaps proximity really no longer matters for what The Wall Street Journal has to report.

However, this is just another brick in a wall that has been rising for some time. The first brick I personally encountered was last April, when, in the interests of my own cat, I was following the contaminated pet food story very closely. Then I discovered that one story about a recall of Menu Foods products was reported "by Sweta Singh in Bangalore!" Now Menu Foods was in Ontario, importing food products from China and selling them to distributors in the United States (who would, in turn, supply the place where I bought food for my cat in San Francisco). As far as I can tell, the only proximity Bangalore had to this story would have been through call center operations maintained for one or more Bay Area businesses! In other words this was a story composed entirely from looking at the world through a computer monitor. Is this any different from looking at the world of finance through a Bloomberg terminal? Reuters does not seem to think so; and, given how much work is still outsourced to where the labor is cheapest, I suspect that they are far from alone in whatever is left of the world of journalism.

I suppose The Wire is as good a place as any to learn about the world of journalism work these days. After all, in addition to this "parable of the window," we have been tracking the rise of a Stephen Glass in the City Room. We also have an ongoing saga of who is supposed to be covering what as the staff keeps getting cut and admonished to "work smarter." Do I find this more depressing than the "primary narrative" of day-to-day life being eroded away by the drug trade? I suppose I do, because, as more and more newspapers die this slow death of attrition, will anyone be left to tell those stories of day-to-day life that are so important to so many of us?

Sunday, January 27, 2008

An Awe-Inspiring Marriage of Heaven and Hell

Anyone who read Joshua Kosman's review of this week's San Francisco Symphony concert in yesterday's San Francisco Chronicle before going to Davies Symphony Hall last night was probably bracing for a Concert from Hell. Fortunately, those who read the review at the SFGate.com Web site had the advantage of observing that four comments had been submitted, all of which offered rather nicely written challenges to Kosman's description of the concert as "shockingly wan and ramshackle." Now, to be fair to Kosman, the comments seem to be written by attendees of the Friday evening performance, while Kosman covered the first performance, which was a Thursday matinee. In fact one of the comments even suggested that Olivier Messiaen's "L'Ascension" may have been underrehearsed, which is entirely possible; but the overall tone of the comments was that Kosman was so obsessed with looking for fungus on tree bark that he overlooked the entire forest.

Personally, I side with the comments. I had written my own farewell to the "Annus Horribilis" of 2007 by looking forward to the music I would be hearing in January, particularly the performances of symphonies by Gustav Mahler. At that time I made the following observation about this program's coupling of "L'Ascension" with Mahler's first symphony:

As a reader of William Blake, I have to wonder whether or not this evening will turn into a marriage of the heaven of Messiaen's mystical pieties and the hell of Mahler's stark worldly realities.

I have no idea whether or not conductor Myung-Whun Chung has any appreciation of Blake's poetry, but that does not particularly signify. This was a program of two worlds in violent opposition, each of which made its case to the listener with radically different forms of rhetoric. Chung assumed the podium with a total command of each of those rhetorical strategies so effective that, had we not had the luxury of an intermission, the juxtaposition of the two performances would have flirted with Multiple Personality Disorder.

Most important is that the phrase "mystical pieties" is a perfect fit for "L'Ascension" with absolutely no derogatory connotation. Each of the four movements of this suite is a meditation on the miracle celebrated by the Feast of the Ascension, and each is framed with a quotation from sacred text. In fact the text for the second movement comes from the Mass of the Ascension, while the remaining quotations are biblical, drawing upon both Testaments. The text for the third movement comes from Psalm 46, while the two outer movements both draw their respective texts from the Gospel According to Saint John, the most mystical of the synoptic gospels. The entire work is about half an hour in duration. The outer movements are very slow, drawing their strength not so much from melodic lines as from the sonorities that unfold through the scoring of those lines. The inner movements are faster but again develop their "logic of progression" more through sonority than through conventions of melody, counterpoint, or harmony. In my "prospective view" of this concert I anticipated that many of the challenges of performance would have to do with sound. I said this in part because, through my own experience with Messiaen, I have not felt that he gave much attention to musical phraseology. Things happen, but it is almost as if they are occurrences that arise from the meditative mind rather than being woven together with the thread of a logical mind. One might say that Messiaen's texts arise more through free association and repetition, rather than from a finely crafted discourse structure. Some would take this as grounds for dismissing Messiaen, but listening to his music can be very rewarding if you can just get your mind on the same channel as his.

Chung's approach to conducting music like this might be regarded as the musical version of stare decisis. Messiaen has pretty much made all the decisions that need to be made. All the performers need do is to "play it as it lays" and let the communion between music and listener work its course. A good metaphor would probably be that Messiaen has put the ship out to sea, and Chung's primary obligation was to keep it on course. He did this with what I felt was a concentrated discipline that was always informed by what he heard and could therefore concentrate on fine-tuning the details unfolding under a steady beat. The Symphony musicians did not appear to have any problems with "buying into" this strategy; and, judging from the audience reaction at the end of the final movement, there seemed to be quite a few people out there in the audience who achieved that communion with the music and sincerely appreciated the experience.

I have one final comment about the overall duration. As Kosman had observed, this is a relatively early work. It was Messiaen's fourth published orchestral work; and, about a year after it was completed, he reworked the whole idea for the composition into a version for solo organ (his primary instrument). What most interests me, however, is the extent to which the orchestral conception seems well suited to half an hour distributed over four movements. I say this as one who sat through the entirety of Saint François d'Assise at the San Francisco Opera several seasons ago and found the whole affair unbearable fatiguing. Since then, however, I have returned to my recording of this opera; and I have discovered that, from a point of scale, each of the eight "Tableaux" holds up perfectly well on its own, particularly in light of this objective of a communion between music and listener. Perhaps a true communion can only run its course beyond the cessation of the music; and "L'Ascension" knew when to stop where Saint François did not.

On the basis of the many sources I have read about Mahler, I doubt that he ever thought very much about such a communion between music and listener. Mahler is more of a dramatic actor who summons the entire force of a symphony orchestra to deliver a monologue. Many would dismiss this as exhibitionism of the worst kind. (Harold Schoenberg liked to call him a "cry baby.") However, as is also the case with Messiaen, anyone willing to buy into his strategy will find some of the finest orchestra writing over that period that links the end of the nineteenth century to the beginning of the twentieth. Mahler shared with Messiaen an uncanny sense of sonorities; but, unlike Messiaen, he framed those sonorities in long durations over which an unerring sense of phraseology unfolded. From that point of view, his first symphony provides an excellent opportunity to appreciate the cultivation of both of those senses; and, again, the challenge of the performance is to accept the decisions Mahler has made and let them stand.

In other words the stare decisis strategy is as important to performing Mahler as it is to performing Messiaen, but the realization of that strategy is different. Georg Solti used to say that the most important thing about conducting Das Rheingold was recognizing where the biggest climax was and then making sure that everyone built up to it effectively, rather than jumping the gun or running out of steam before that moment. (Those last colloquialisms are my reading of Solti, not his words!) Mahler's first symphony is not as long as Rheingold, and it breaks down into four movements. However, what made Chung's performance so effective was his sense of where the climax was in each of those movements and how that climatic moment really rises above all the others. This was most evident in how he conducted the first movement, keeping a tight rein on all the energetic passages in order to make sure that "the big one" near the end of the movement was the peak expenditure of that energy. The fourth movement provides an even greater challenge, since it begins full throttle with frantic phrase fragments desperately trying to home in on a theme; but there are also breaks in the Stürmisch bewegt storm clouds. So there is plenty of time allowed in the overall architecture of the movement to let the climax be the climax, and Chung knew exactly how to make the final moments of the entire symphony play out in such a way as to summarize the listening experience of the entire symphony.

Here, again, Chung had no problem realizing his strategy through the musicians of the San Francisco Symphony; and, also again, the audience accepted it all with great enthusiasm. Rather than the Concert from Hell that Kosman tried to make it out to be, this may well be remembered as one of the high points of the current season. It provided a coupling of two composers rarely coupled and, for each composer, honored both the "letter of the text" of the composition and the spirit that motivated the compositional decisions that were made. Chung was, in every sense of the phrase, the "dutiful servant" of the music he was performing; and, by respecting his duties, he also allowed his own expressiveness, as well as that of the musicians he conducted, to shine forth in the best possible light.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Climbing Mount Bach

I am now on the final Volume of the Brilliant Classics Bach Edition, which contains all of the organ works of Johann Sebastian Bach. The means that I have now listened to all of the cantatas. My violinist neighbor, who is as interested in recorded performances as "live" ones, was asking me about my listening practices. I told her that my Bach Edition experience reminded me of an old Japanese proverb, which states that there are two kinds of fools: the man (accepting the cultural bias of the language of the time and culture) who has never climbed Mount Fuji, and the man who climbs Mount Fuji twice. This was my second traversal of the cantatas, the first having taken place when I purchased the earlier Bach 2000 collection; and, yes, I felt more than a little foolish on more than one occasion! After all, Bach wrote one of these every week. That means that they cover the church calendar for an entire year; and, if I remember my Schweitzer correctly, they actually cover about three cycles of that calendar. Meanwhile, while Bach 2000 basically followed the ordering of the BWV numbers, I have yet to figure out the logic (if any) behind the Bach Edition ordering. This really did not interfere with the listening; but it means that, if I want to listen to a specific cantata, I shall have to consult the data CD that comes with the package, because knowing the number of the cantata will not help me home in on its location.

Things are different now that I am in "organ territory," though. For one thing I already had three collections of the entirety of Bach's organ music, and I never felt this was a matter of "Fuji foolishness." The organist in the Bach 2000 collection is Ton Koopman. Then I wanted to replace my vinyl collection from the Musical Heritage Society recordings of Michel Chapuis, which came with notes by Harry Halbreich (originally written in French) that played a major role in my learning how to listen to Bach organ music. Then Archiv came out with the CD collection of their release of the recordings made by Helmut Walcha, which had been the favorite of the set I hung out with back at MIT; and Collectors' Choice Music made it available at a tempting discount. I have never heard of Hans Fagius, who is the Bach Edition organist; but I am perfectly happy to have him join the others.

The thing about organ music, of course, is that it always depends on the organ; and, as long as we eschew electronics in favor of bellows and pipes, no two organs are ever the same. This, in turn, means that no two performances of any work (by Bach or anyone else) on different organs need necessarily be the same and usually cannot be the same. Particularly when it all comes down to turning intricate counterpoint into sound, whether in a fugue, chorale prelude, or trio sonata, the organist has to figure out how to separate and then prioritize the individual voices; having made those choices, the organist must next figure out how to render them through the constraints and capabilities of both the "plumbing" of the organ itself and the acoustics of the space within which the pipes sound. (After all of those decisions have been made, then the recording engineer has to come along and make sure that his microphones and mixer board "hear" what we would be hearing, were we at a "live" performance.) Thus, in many ways the task of the organist is not that different from the task of a conductor facing a specific symphony orchestra in a specific concert hall. The result, then, is that there is considerable diversity both within and across these four collections; and I suppose this is one reason that I cannot get enough of the stuff, just as I cannot seem to get enough of performances of Wagner and Mahler.

How much is this true of the content of the "Keyboard Works" Volume, where I had previously suggested that most performance settings for this music are artificial or (to use one of the highly-charged words among musicologists) "inauthentic?" This strikes me as a two-sided coin. In Bach's day there was as much diversity among keyboard instruments as there was among organs; and those who choose to perform and record on such instruments face many of the same problems (even if on a smaller scale) that organists face. Thus, there is much to be gained from having multiple recordings. Piano making technology, on the other hand, has pretty much converged on a uniformity of the sound quality of the instrument; but this is where the performance of counterpoint again becomes an issue. The interesting pianists are the ones well-skilled in differentiating contrapuntal voices through dynamics, articulation, that mysterious quality of "touch," and other tricks of the trade. Thus, a pianist can experiment with different strategies for dealing with the complex relationships among the voices and apply each experiment on the same instrument. As a result, while my personal preferences do not, as a rule, run to recordings of Bach on piano (even by Glenn Gould), I have no problem with going to "live" piano recitals that include works of Bach (although I would probably still shy away from being obliged to hear the entire Goldberg Variations in a single shot).

From this point of view, perhaps I really do find myself in agreement with Hans von Bülow: Bach really is "the Father" of it all. It is from Bach that "all blessings flow" (perhaps I should not be writing this after deep-ending on so many of those chorales), not only in the discipline of composition but also in the discipline of performance, which had been the primary criterion for my "alternative Trinity." Of course all the music we hear can refine our "good listening" skills; but it remains surprising how many of the foundations of those skills can be found in what Bach has done for composition and the impact of those achievements on how we approach performance.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Banker's Chutzpah

While there was no end of chutzpah volleying and thundering in Davos (about as far as one can get from Tennyson's "Valley of Death"), my personal interest in "the uses of history for decision makers" compels me to assign the Chutzpah of the Week award to Jean-Pierre Mustier, head of Société Générale's investment bank for his comment about the post hoc investigation of Jérôme Kerviel's trading activities, which cost the bank $7.2 billion (as reported by Michael A. Hiltzik and Geraldine Baum for the Los Angeles Times, "The reasons are incomprehensible." Admittedly, as Hiltzik and Baum observed, Kerviel's accomplishment "swamps the previous high water mark for activity by a rogue trader set by Nicholas Leeson, who lost $1.38 billionin Asian futures and other derivatives at Barings Bank in 1995," which, they remind us, was enough to send Barings into bankruptcy. Leeson now manages a soccer club in Ireland and told the BBC that he was "shocked" by the size of the Société Générale loss. Still to hide behind incomprehensibility is to admit a total lack of working hypotheses in a time of crisis. This is either just plain dumb or it amounts to saying "none of your business" at a time when other financial analysts are hypothesizing that it was the knee-jerk liquidation of Kerviel's futures positions that provoked the global market chaos at the beginning of this week. Mustier's defensive posture amounts to making a bad situation worse, which reflects an opinion offered by Olivier de la Ferriere, a financial analyst at Richelieu Finance in Paris. One would have thought that the head of a major investment bank would know when is not a good time for chutzpah, but I guess that just makes his chutzpah all the stronger.

The Best Movie We May Never See

One of the reasons that I maintain an RSS feed for the film reviews on Variety is that they give me a chance to read about the films that no one else takes the trouble to cover. Even when a film gets screened at the Sundance Festival, as is the case with the review I just read, the sheer volume of the Sundance program means that much of that program is likely to slip through the cracks. However, Variety is a "trade publication," which means that distributors can count on it to let them know all of their options and offer up a bread-and-butter account of each option, rather than an extended essay that shows off how much the reviewer has learned about film theory. Since I am not "in the trade," though, I derive an entirely different benefit from these reviews, which is that they give me a chance to refute Walter Benjamin.

In was Benjamin, after all, in his essay on the works of Nikolai Leskov (entitled "The Storyteller"), who had declared (in 1936) that "the art of storytelling is coming to an end;" and, on this morning when San Francisco Chronicle Movie Critic Mick LaSalle seems primarily occupied with the complementary nature of the personalities of Rocky Balboa and John Rambo, it is not that difficult to appreciate what was bothering Benjamin some seventy years ago. It is only by seeking out such things as the films that fall through the cracks of the commercial production and distribution processes that we can see that, even if the art of storytelling has suffered no end of neglect, it is still far from dead; and Variety is one of the best windows available for keeping track of what has fallen through those cracks. So it is that I encountered a review of The Betrayal (Nerakhoon), a joint project directed and written by Ellen Kuras and Thavisouk Phrasavath. Kuras is primarily a cinematographer; and I first encountered her work when I saw Unzipped, Douglas Keeve's excellent documentary about Isaac Mizrahi and the nature of work in the world of high fashion. Like Kuras, Phrasavath has an IMDB page; but it is nowhere near as interesting as the account given by Variety reviewer Scott Foundas:

Back in Laos, Phrasavath's father had worked for the CIA choosing targets inside the country for U.S. bombing runs. Following the fall of the CIA-backed Royal Lao Army to the Communist Pathet Lao in 1975, the Phrasavaths became personae non grata, with Thavi's father being shipped off to a re-education camp and his mother fleeing the country with eight of her 10 children in tow.

After a brief period in Thailand, the family applies for asylum in the U.S. and lands on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn, where their vision of a gold-paved promised land quickly gives way to the harsh realities of poverty, street gangs and a cramped tenement apartment shared with a Cambodian family of six.

Kuras had originally contacted Phrasavath to serve as a Lao tutor for a documentary she was planning about a Lao refugee family; but her appreciation for that art of storytelling alerted her to the fact that Phrasavath, himself, was an excellent subject. So began the project that resulted in The Betrayal. Those results interest me for two reasons.

First of all, one of the side-effects of my time in Singapore, which I neglected to mention in my recent account of "non-Western modernization," was the wealth of opportunities it offered for learning more about and visiting those countries that provided such a great embarrassment in foreign affairs: Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos. I visited both Cambodia and Vietnam while living in Singapore and engaged the skills I had acquired from those trips in planning a trip to Laos after I had returned to the United States. Indeed, had I not acquired the basic skills of getting around in Vietnam and Cambodia by hiring a car and driver, I probably would not have appreciated that the easiest way to get from Laos to Vietnam was overland, since going by air involved a Byzantine chain of transfers involving both Phnompenh and Bangkok; and, had I not ridden the highway that descended from the terraced highlands of Vietnam along the Laotian border into Hue, I would have missed the opportunity to see the memorial erected at Khesanh, best described as a "fiasco" in Stanley Karnow's history of the Vietnam War. Put another way, this was the land of Presidential decision-making at its worst, at least until 9/11. Whether it was stopping to survey the grounds of Khesanh, driving across the Ho Chi Minh Trail, or seeing the building that used to be the American Embassy in Saigon (now Ho Chi Minh City), from which we saw all that news footage of desperate evacuations, these visits taught me as much about American history as those trips to Independence Hall and Valley Forge. Like it or not, we owe it to ourselves as American citizens to see what we look like through the other end of the telescope.

This bring me to my second reason, which is what actually resulted from the collaboration between Kuras and Phrasavath. Here is the core of the description (in Foundas' Variety-speak, an argot I am pleased to see is still maintained):

The wounds inflicted by the U.S. military's covert Vietnam-era operations in Laos still run deep, as evidenced by "The Betrayal" ("Nerakhoon"), which details one Lao family's harrowing efforts to start a new life in America. More than two decades in the making, this heartfelt debut docu feature by veteran cinematographer Ellen Kuras brings an affecting personal dimension to a sprawling sociopolitical narrative, intimately detailing how the agendas designed to advance the interests of nations can destroy individual lives.

At a time when we seem to do all we can to avoid thinking about consequences, whether in our own get-rich-quick greed or in the more august settings of the World Economic Forum, it is important that the art of storytelling is still alive enough to remind us of how trying to change the world only makes matters worse. Indeed, there is a certain irony that Sundance should be turning its attention to Southeast Asia at the same time that the World Economic Forum is convening in Davos. After all, Henry Kissinger is still wanted as a war criminal by the Cambodian government; yet there he was on television (at least on the BBC), fat, happy, and introducing Pervez Musharraf (also fat but apparently not very happy), seemingly oblivious to the many charges of blood on his hands.

Needless to say, we should not be holding our breaths for a chance to see The Betrayal "coming to a theater near you." Regardless of any Chomskyan arguments of "manufacturing consent," this film is unlikely to figure in what Edward Jay Epstein has called "The New Logic of Money and Power in Hollywood." The good news is that the Sundance Channel has become one of the best places to see documentaries on cable. I have no idea whether or not Sundance Festival exposure can lead to an inside track on Sundance Channel programming; but, hopefully, support from Variety will help step in that direction. Meanwhile, we may just have to count on the blogosphere to "build the buzz." If the conferees of Davos persist in their fiddling, we owe it to ourselves to be aware of where things are burning.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

It's not Always a Joke: An Actor Goes to the Barricades

Bono may be content with making the joke a good one; but, when it comes to the balance between cheap talk and meaningful action, Danny Glover seems to prefer action. The Associate Press just released a report that he has been convicted of trespassing by a court in Niagara Falls, Ontario. This is the act that led to his conviction:

The 60-year-old actor took part in [a] protest as part of a larger campaign that aims to increase salaries and improve working conditions for hotel workers in the U.S. and Canada.

The protest was organized by UNITE HERE, which "represents 50,000 hotel, food service, garment and manufacturing workers across Canada and 450,000 in North America." Glover was convicted "along with UNITE HERE union representative Alex Dagg and Ontario Federation of Labour President Wayne Samuelson." Glover was not present in court for the conviction; but in my book this scores a lot more points than making jokes about the environment in Davos!

Make the Joke a Good One

I once heard a story (which may or may not be true) about a letter that George Bernard Shaw wrote to Leo Tolstoy. The story goes that he wrote something like the following:

Imagine, just for the sake of argument, that all of the known universe was created by some Divine Being as nothing more than a joke; would we not still be morally obliged to play our part in making the joke a good one?

I raise this point because, if the Grey Council that sets the agenda for the World Economic Forum views Bono as nothing more than "entertainment value," as I suggested yesterday; then, according to a dispatch from Agence France-Presse, the man certainly knew how to entertain his Davos audience. He shared the stage with Al Gore and seemed to have prepared a rather nice routine:

Acknowledging that a career in rock music was not always conducive to a green lifestyle, Bono compared a conversation with Gore to an act of religious contrition.

"It's like being with an Irish priest. You start to confess your sins," he said. "Father Al, I am not just a noise polluter, I am a noise-polluting, diesel-soaking, gulfstream-flying rock star.

"I'm going to kick the habit. I'm trying father Al, but oil has been very good for me -- those convoys of articulated lorries, petrochemical products, hair gel."

Bono and Gore were in Davos to push their respective campaigns for poverty alleviation and reducing carbon emissions.

So Bono scored some entertainment points (not to mention a rim shot or two); but what about Gore? Even with his Nobel Peace Prize, could it be that the Grey Council now loves him more for scoring at the Academy Awards? Is he, too, just an entertaining diversion, providing a break in a day full of collusions between governments and businesses?

Bill Gates in Davos: Will his Voice be Heard?

Bill Gates has done a clever thing in previewing his address to the World Economic Forum through an interview with Robert A. Guth, which was reported on the front page of today's Wall Street Journal. Most importantly, to the extent the this really is a forum for discussing ideas, rather than just declaring them, he has chosen the perfect medium to give his audience a foretaste of his speech; and Guth has assisted by provided data points that can be summoned in the cause of both warranting and refuting Gates' assertions. Furthermore, this article seems to be resonating at a variety of Web sites, meaning that at least the blogosphere will have an opportunity to draw upon the same data as the Davos conferees. This does not level the playing field in Davos itself, but it at least lets us know that not everyone is subscribing to Condoleeza Rice's playbook.

In light of what I wrote this morning about "The Growth Illusion," I have to confess that this is one time when I am at least sympathetic to Gates' position. This may best be illustrated by Guth's account of how Gates responded to a critic whose credentials are far more formidable than my own:

To a degree, Mr. Gates's speech is an answer to critics of rich-country efforts to help the poor. One perennial critic is Mr. Easterly, the New York University professor, whose 2006 book, "The White Man's Burden," found little evidence of benefit from the $2.3 trillion given in foreign aid over the past five decades.

Mr. Gates said he hated the book. His feelings surfaced in January 2007 during a Davos panel discussion with Mr. Easterly, Liberian President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf and then-World Bank chief Paul Wolfowitz. To a packed room of Davos attendees, Mr. Easterly noted that all the aid given to Africa over the years has failed to stimulate economic growth on the continent. Mr. Gates, his voice rising, snapped back that there are measures of success other than economic growth -- such as rising literacy rates or lives saved through smallpox vaccines. "I don't promise that when a kid lives it will cause a GNP increase," he quipped. "I think life has value."

Brushing off Mr. Gates's comments, Mr. Easterly responds, "The vested interests in aid are so powerful they resist change and they ignore criticism. It is so good to try to help the poor but there is this feeling that [philanthropists] should be immune from criticism."

The idea that Gates would start to get emotional over the proposition that there is more to the health of the global economy than economic growth gives me considerable comfort. I figure that, even if the Davos crowd sees Bono more for his entertainment value than for anything else, they certainly do not see Gates in that same light. On the other hand they may well accuse him of being a dabbler when it comes to economic theory, mixing the Adam Smith blend of Moral Sentiments and The Wealth of Nations with more contemporary sources (which may suffer from "business school press breeziness"), without cultivating a historical perspective on how things got the way they were through the literature between these two extremes. Also, I am not sure how well Gates can defend himself against charges of being a shallow reader, cherry-picking when he should be reflecting. I write all this not to criticize Gates but only to suggest that the position he is taking is not likely to be cheered by his audience the way basketball fans cheer a last-minute slam dunk.

However, we have to take what we can get. In this case that means hearing a sympathetic voice unlikely to be ignored. If Gates' talk sets the Davos crowd to buzzing, even if the buzzes are largely grumbles, he will have made a worthy contribution to how we think about global economic conditions.

The Growth Illusion

Yesterday, I decided to climb out on one of those shaky limbs of conventional wisdom by asking "What is so important about growth that it should be the only criteria invoked for assessing economic health?" This morning Al Jazeera English added fuel to my fire by running two stories, both compiled from their wire services, within three hours of each other. Taken together they provide an interesting context for examining my question.

Here is the lead from the earlier story, released at 4:20 GMT:

China's economy continued to surge ahead in 2007, recording its fastest growth in 13 years with only a small slowdown in the final quarter of the year, leading officials to warn that overheating remains a danger.

The latest figures released among a slew of economic data on Thursday put growth at 11.4 per cent for 2007 – the fifth year in a row that growth has topped 10 per cent.

There you have it: China, the "leading engine of global economic growth," as Condoleeza Rice put it when she addressed the World Economic Forum yesterday in Davos. What, then, indicates the quality of life brought on by such a "leading engine of global economic growth?" One answer may be found in the subsequent story, which Al Jazeera English released at 7:38 GMT:

China is facing its worst-ever power shortage as winter weather puts pressure on dwindling coal supplies.

Officials say reserves are down to emergency levels with only enough coal to power the entire country for another eight days.

According to state media the shortage amounts to nearly 70 gigawatts, equivalent to about the entire generating capacity of the United Kingdom.

Across China 13 provinces including the southern industrial and export hub of Guangdong, have already begun rationing supplies, tiggering brown-outs across large areas.

That's right, a "leading engine of global economic growth," the sort that, according to Rice, sets the bar for our own economic performance, cannot even supply adequate electrical power to thirteen of its provinces. Those of us who enjoy the ironies of life will probably appreciate that one of those provinces if Guangdong, which, just to stretch the metaphor, many would regard as the massive boiler that powers that "engine of global economic growth!"

The moral behind yesterday's rant was that our priorities have gone dangerously out of whack. Since I tried to make this point by invoking the Preamble of our Constitution, by "our priorities" I meant the priorities of the United States; but this little narrative that emerges from the accidental juxtaposition of two news reports from China simply underscores that these are global priorities. This then raises the question of the week: If they really are global priorities, are they priorities on the agenda of the World Economic Forum? My guess is that they are not, not only because Rice's opening address rode roughshod over them but also because, as I also reported yesterday, the CEO of AT&T does not appear to give a tinker's damn about them either. This is not to say that those willing to think about such global priorities have been "banned from Davos;" but they probably have as much trouble being heard as Dennis Kucinich at a Democratic debate. Indeed, for all the honorable things that Bono has been trying to do, often to positive effect, one has to wonder whether his own presence in Davos is some cross between tokenism and entertainment value. The real lesson from Davos is that when governments and businesses speak with the same voice, then all other voices are reduced to insignificance; and all the rest of us get out of it is the opportunity to watch our ruling class dine on their own cheap talk, served on silver platters at tables covered with the finest damask linen.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

I Might Have Known

I just got done watching the BBC News on KQED World. Why was I not surprised to see Condoleeza Rice addressing the World Economic Forum in Davos, as the opening speaker, no less? Ironically, as I am writing this, I could not find a summary of her remarks on the BBC Web site. However, it is tomorrow morning in Sydney; and The Sydney Morning Herald is there with the Associate Press account. Here is the core of her remarks:

"I know that many are concerned by the recent fluctuations in US financial markets, and by concerns about the US economy," she said. "President Bush has announced an outline of a meaningful fiscal growth package that will boost consumer spending and support business investment this year."

She said US Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson, who cancelled his own visit to the World Economic Forum annual meeting at the last minute, was "leading our administration's efforts and working closely with the leaders of both parties in Congress to agree on a stimulus package that is swift, robust, broad-based, and temporary."

She touted the US economy as "resilient, its structure sound, and its long term economic fundamentals are healthy."

Rice also said the US would welcome foreign investment and free trade.

"And our economy will remain a leading engine of global economic growth," she said. "So we should have confidence in the underlying strength of the global economy - and act with confidence on the basis of the principles that lead to success in today's world."

Any sermon based on this text should touch on two key topics: credibility and growth.

Rice's name will never fit into the sort of neat little rhymed couplet that Grover Cleveland made up about James G. Blaine, but the credibility problems she faces are probably more suitable for the blank verse of Christopher Marlowe. (I have to wonder if she took in the performance of Tamburlaine by the Shakespeare Theatre Company in Washington!) Her ideological passions have always enabled her to take even the most far-fetched propositions to come out of the White House and make them sound plausible. Even when hard data points come to light that bring the chickens home to roost, she always seems to find just the right rhetorical constructs (not to mention chutzpah) to spin things in the President's favor. Given her facility in these matters over such issues as the "success" of our military activities in Iraq, just how are we to take her assertions about the state of our economy; and, more importantly, how will representatives of other countries take them when she declares them in a public forum of global experts, many of whom do not seem to have as much trouble talking about recession?

However, rather than labor the point of how credibility can get strained in the face of ideology, I would like to explore a deeper question, which may very well raise some eyebrows: What is so important about growth that it should be the only criteria invoked for assessing economic health? Granted, I have supported Isaiah Berlin's position that the "tragic flaw" of any utopia is that it is fundamentally static; but such a proposition does not logically imply that the only good dynamic system is one that is always growing. The problem is that we try to evaluate the quality of our economy on the basis of a number (such as the Gross Domestic Product); and then we assume that this number is only "good" if it grows at some rate (cooked up by economic theorists) from one year to the next. Does this number say anything about our quality of life? Does it say anything about the literal semantics of "social security," which, put in the bluntest of terms, is the risk that we may face having to go without food, clothing, and/or shelter? You do not have to be an economist to recognize that a Gross Domestic Product number says nothing about an overall quality of life, no more than the level of the Dow Jones Industrial Average does.

At the risk of sounding too didactic, let me propose that we, once again, go back to the text of the Constitution. The last time I did this was in search of the "job description" for the Presidency. This time, however, I would like to turn to the Preamble as a statement of why we need a government in the first place:

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

What I am really asking is whether or not the growth of the Gross Domestic Product is an effective way to "insure domestic Tranquility" and/or "promote the general Welfare." If you look at the extent to which current White House policies have made our country "a leading engine of global economic growth" and the price those policies have paid in terms of their impact on domestic working conditions and global environmental conditions, then I do not think it is much of a stretch to conclude that those policies have not done squat for either "domestic Tranquility" or "general Welfare."

Now this should not be taken as a call to hurl our wooden shoes into the works of those engines of economic growth. It is only an argument that those engines should not be set up on some pedestal above all other priorities, such as the fact that every American citizen needs quality health care as much as every member of Congress does. Only misers evaluate their well-being in terms of how their economic resources grow. The rest of us think in terms of how those resources may be wisely applied to such things as feeding our families and sending our kids off to college. At least we want to think that way; but, as we saw in The Pursuit of Happyness, it is kind of hard to think that way when your highest priority is to get in line early enough to get a bed for the night at Glide Memorial Church.

Of course when Rice preaches the gospel of economic growth in Davos, she is, as they say, preaching to the choir. The problem is that most of us do not worship in that church. Indeed, most of us are probably not even allowed through the doors of that church, from which we should conclude that we should simply reject that church in favor of another one. We should reject the gospel of economic growth in favor of national goals that are more consistent with the Preamble of our own Constitution. If there are enough of us who do this during the Primaries, we may yet get back to having a President that can not only get us out of the many messes we are now in but also return our eyes to the prize of that government that our Constitution initially envisaged.

Everything I Learned about the Economy Came from the Sports Page

Senator Charles Grassley may be disposed to speak of economic recovery in terms of chickens and eggs; but, now that globalization has been shoved down our throats, whether we wanted it or not, it seems more appropriate to think of the international markets as bases on an enormous baseball diamond. Think of it his way: The mortgage industry connects with a sinker resulting in a ground ball hit directly to the shortstop (Tinker in America), who easily fields it and tosses it to second base (Evers in Asia), who forces out the runner from first base with plenty of time to then throw to first base (Chance in Europe), thus completing a double play (with apologies to Franklin Pierce Adams). Think of the batter (and the man on base) as being on our "home team;" and think of the financial markets as our opponents, who only win when we lose. With that kind of metaphor, what need have we for the barnyard economics of a Republican senator from Iowa?

Is Impatience a Virtue?

As Groucho Marx used to say, "The secret word for the night is 'bargain-hunter.'" Contestants on You Bet Your Life worked as a pair. Before the quiz part began, Groucho would engage them in conversation, usually making jokes at their expense (jokes that he had prepared in advance while reading biographical background cards). If a contestant said the secret word, a duck with all the necessary Groucho features (mustache, glasses, cigar) would drop down; and the contestants would share a prize of $100 (which tended to be viewed as a lot of money in those days).

AP Business Writer Madlen Read said (actually, wrote) the secret word in covering today's market news:

Wall Street bounced around in extremely volatile trading Wednesday, as bargain hunters entered the market and lifted stocks up from their steep losses. The Dow Jones industrials shot up nearly 250 points in late trading after falling more than 320 earlier.

Many would probably think it was a bit early in the downturn for bargain hunting. They might wonder if this was closer to one of those last-ditch buying spurts that took place before the bottom really fell out on Black Tuesday (October 29, 1929). One of those more cautious interpreters may well be Art Hogan, chief market strategist at Jefferies & Co, who is more interested in volatile swings than in the directions those swings take. Here is how Read quoted him:

Volatility is certainly the norm now and not the exception. We have had 14 trading days so far this year and only two of them have been without a triple-digit swing. Three of those days have had 300-point swings.

It was only a few decades ago that physicists got caught up in the study of conditions in which volatility was the norm; they called their research "chaos theory." Some of them got to publish some intriguing papers on the topic, while others discovered some new ways to draw some really cool computer graphics. Nevertheless, chaos seemed far more attractive when observed from the outside, rather than experienced from the inside. Since Adam Plowright of Agence France-Presse has reported at least one delegate at the World Economic Forum willing to utter the word "recession," one wonders whether any members of that Grey Council would see fit to speak of chaos when, in true Nietzschean fashion, it stares them in the face.

Meanwhile, for those who try to track every detail of every instant, here are the numbers from Read's report:

In afternoon trading, the Dow was up 241.92, or 2.02 percent, at 12,213.11 after having been down 323.29 in earlier trading.

Broader stock indicators also turned positive. The Standard & Poor's 500 index rose 25.85, or 1.97 percent, to 1,336.35, and the Nasdaq composite index rose 25.86, or 1.13 percent, to 2,318.13.

Advancing issues were ahead of decliners by about 3 to 1 on the New York Stock Exchange.

At this point, it is unclear whether the stock market is close to a bear market or bottoming out before a recovery.

That last sentence may deserve a prize for discreet understatement! Read also provided the following numbers:

Bond prices, like stocks, were volatile Wednesday. The yield on the benchmark 10-year Treasury note, which moves opposite its price, fell in earlier trading but then recovered to 3.41 percent, the same as late Tuesday.

The dollar was mixed against other major currencies, while gold prices fell.

Crude oil fell more than $2 to dip below $87 a barrel on the New York Mercantile Exchange. Lower oil prices help debt-burdened, cash-strapped consumers, but they dampen oil company profits. Chevron Corp., ConocoPhillips and ExxonMobil Corp. shares fell sharply Wednesday.

I am sure this will provide food for much of the conversation in Davos, both on the stage and over meals. How can object to all that talk with no promise of action? After all, talk is cheap; and we are in tight economic times!

Language and Fear

I very much enjoyed reading the comment that America Jones posted in response to "Innovation and Regulation." For some reason I found myself free-associating on the title of the collected nonfiction by Joan Didion that was published in 2006, We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live; and from there I free-associated to a reading that Roy Blount Jr. had given from his book Be Sweet at the Stanford University Bookstore, which included the sentence, "When I was a child, one definition of 'telling a story' was lying." Is this how we live then, telling each other (and ourselves) stories, whether in the high council of the World Economic Forum, on our video screens, or at the bedside of our children before they go to sleep; and, if it is how we live, why do we live that way? Accepting the truth of the proposition, the explanation may lie in that "culture of fear" that emerged towards the end of the "Innovation and Regulation" post: We tell ourselves stories to keep fear at bay. This is blatantly evident in the news reports we are currently watching, filled with "experts making up stories" about our dire economic straits; but we also saw it in the reports leading up to the convening of the World Economic Forum. When we talk about innovation, we are doing little more than making up a story, just like those experts making up stories for those to whom, as America Jones put it, "the stock market represents a comfortable retirement rather than a fancy roulette wheel."

Blount was, of course, milking the humor out of a single interpretation of the phrase, "telling a story;" but then that's his job. Perhaps a more accurate (if long-winded) way of putting it is that we tell ourselves stories to convince ourselves of propositions without bothering over whether or not they are true. Consider, for example, this Associated Press report on the address Randall Stephenson, CEO of AT&T, gave in Davos in light of those "stories" about "collaborative initiatives," which were supposed to be a key theme:

AT&T Inc. is still evaluating whether to examine traffic on its Internet lines to stop illegal sharing of copyright material, its chief executive said Wednesday.

CEO Randall Stephenson told a conference at the World Economic Forum that the company is looking at monitoring peer-to-peer file-sharing networks, one of the largest drivers of online traffic but also a common way to illegally exchange copyright files.

"It's like being in a store and watching someone steal a DVD. Do you act?" Stephenson asked.

AT&T has talked about such plans since last summer. They represent a break with the current practice of U.S. Internet service providers, who are shielded by law from liability if their subscribers trade copyright files like movies.

If ever there were a need for a "collaborative initiative," it would be to address the problem that the Internet has rendered the traditional concept of copyright obsolete; yet here is a key "player" in the global economy telling his fellow conferees that he is gathering the wagons in a circle and getting out the rifles. He wants to believe that the aforementioned "traditional concept of copyright" is still alive and well and that the Internet is nothing more than an attack on salt-of-the-earth pioneers straight out of a John Wayne movie; and, dammit, there he is telling a story to convince himself (and everyone else).

This is what CEOs do. They do it on an annual basis at shareholders' meetings. They do it when analysts come to prepare their reports that brokers will then pay good money to read (so that they can then tell those of us with retirement portfolios stories based on what they have read). Some of them even do it when testifying before Congressional committees.

This takes us back to the fear factor. As I have suggested, the stories we tell are desired truths, regardless of whether or not they are actual truths; and we have to tell them when we are afraid to face those actual truths. We tell stories about terrorists because the thought that our own culture may be giving offense to others is too horrible to contemplate. We tell stories about expected value because we are afraid to formulate a worst-case scenario around what happens when our best-laid investment plans go south. We even tell stories about risk to convince ourselves that preparing worst-case scenarios is a waste of time; and, on top of that, we tell stories about government safety nets, just in case the stories about risk go south.

My favorite line from William Shakespeare's The Tempest is delivered by Caliban:

You taught me language; and my profit on’t is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you for learning me your language!

Caliban almost got it right. By learning language, we know how to tell stories. Through telling stories we need neither to cringe from our fears nor to curse them. We simply cover them over with those desired truths, at least for as long as others are willing to listen to and accept our stories; but, every now and then, that dreaded "sense of reality" intrudes on the day-to-day stories we hear and tell. Then our bubbles burst and we are reduced to a blather of cringing and cursing over a mess that surrounds us, when we should be collecting our thoughts (whatever may be left of them) to start deliberating on how to get out of that mess!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Innovation and Regulation

Yesterday I accused the World Economic Forum of "drinking Silicon Valley Kool-Aid with phrases like 'collaborative initiatives.'" Actually, the brew that has replaced the customary water carafes is probably a headier mix of closely related bits of linguistic legerdemain, linking "initiatives" to "innovation" and "innovation" to "thinking out of the box." Lest there be any doubt of the tendency of such language to induce mind rot, it is worth while to consider Robert Weissman's blog post at Huffington Post this morning on the topic of recovery from the current financial crisis. Weissman deserves credit for not being afraid to use the "r-word" (as the mass media now seem to want to call it). It is right there in his lead, reflecting his overall good sense by the cautious way in which he summons it:

It would be nice to write off the current crisis on Wall Street and global financial markets as something that only matters to the investor class.

Unfortunately, the effects are already being felt in lower-income communities around the United States. Worst-case scenarios for what spins out from the U.S. mortgage meltdown are truly frightening -- a severe world recession is a distinct possibility.

Weissman's basic thesis is that we got into this mess (following the Neustadt-May strategy for crisis analysis and resolution) as a result of an ideological obsession with deregulation (which, as the historical record shows, has far more messes in its wake, not covered in Weissman's analysis). He supports the thesis with a list of "five distinct regulatory failures," one of which is directly related to the Kool-Aid that appears to be flowing so freely in Davos:

Regulatory Failure Number Three: Financial Deregulation and Unchecked Financial "Innovation." A key reason that mortgages were made available so widely and with such little review of recipients' qualifications was a shift in which institutions hold the mortgages. Traditionally, banks made mortgages and held them. In the new era, banks and non-bank mortgage lenders made loans, but then sold the loans to others. Investment banks packaged lots of mortgage loans into "Collateralized Debt Obligations" (CDOs) and then sold them on Wall Street, with a promise of a steady stream of revenue from interest payments. These operations were pretty much unregulated. Despite the supposed sophistication of the investors involved, no one took account of how shoddy the loans were or -- more fundamentally -- the certainty that huge numbers would go bad if and when the housing bubble popped.

Lest we forget (thus ignoring the subtitle of the book that Richard Neustadt and Ernest May wrote, Thinking in Time: The Uses of History for Decision Makers, my emphasis added), "Enron was named 'America's Most Innovative Company' by Fortune magazine for six consecutive years, from 1996 to 2001;" and in 1998 Enron CEO Jeffrey Skilling, "currently serving a 24-year, 4-month prison sentence at the Federal Correctional Institution, Waseca in Waseca, Minnesota," published the article "Competitive Corporate Cultures: Why Innovators Are Leading Their Industries" in World Energy Magazine. Deregulation is still with us, because, no matter how many times it detonates disastrous consequences in our faces, its evangelists will always find a new place to set up their tent and resume their preaching.

Therein lies the heart of the matter. As I tried to argue yesterday in my reflection on Mary Eisenhart's review of The Big Switch: Rewiring the World, From Edison to Google, by Nicholas Carr, innovations always have consequences, most of those consequences are unintended, and, by virtue of being unintended, they run "the gamut from unfortunate to downright dangerous." Enron should have taught us that, but all it left us was a monstrous legislative effort to close the barn door after the horse had been stolen. Regulation, of course, cannot prevent consequences, particularly the unintended ones; but, when properly administered, it can enhance the robustness of institutions and systems, thus attenuating down their vulnerability to the dangers of those consequences. This, of course, is the same strategy that many of the cooler heads have proposed for dealing with the threat of terrorism; but cool heads never seem to attract very much attention in a prevailing culture of fear. In that respect it is important to remember that Franklin D. Roosevelt said "that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself" in his first inaugural address when the nation was deep in the Great Depression, not when it was engaged in the Second World War.

This takes us back to the problem of drinking Kool-Aid in Davos. Kool-Aid is a useful metaphor not only because of its direct association with Jonestown but also because of the fact that the beverage does little other than induce sugar shock. Sugar shock does little for cooling heads. It inflames the mind of those who speak and inhibits the attention span of those who listen, as deadly a mix for deliberations at the World Economic Forum as the poisoned version was for the members of the Peoples Temple. Yet it is only through cool deliberation, as opposed to "collaborative initiatives" or "thinking out of the box," that we can get beyond the fear of fear itself; and it is only by getting beyond the fear of economic crisis on a global scale that we can ever hope to overcome that crisis through effective actions.

Monday, January 21, 2008

STARE DECISIS in the Blogosphere

Those who read the entirety of Rush to Judgment, Internet Style, including the chain of comments amounting to an exchange with Brad Friedman (editor of The BRAD BLOG), know that I found myself caught on one of those unfortunate consequences of blog practice, which is the ability of edit or discard material after it has been posted (and therefore presumably been read, possibly by a crawler for a search engine). My reaction (as is all too often the case) was to grouse about this state of affairs:

In the old days of print journalism, one could only add to the historical record (some of those additions being retractions and apologies). In the blogosphere we can rewrite history pretty much the way Orwell imagined we would eventually do.

I never received any sympathy for (or even acknowledgement of) this position, which I suppose may have been perceived by some as goring one of the sacred cows of Web 2.0 evangelism. Today I discovered that I have at least one supporter, even though he is no longer alive to raise his voice on my behalf.

When Clifford Geertz began to collect the essays that would eventually be published under the title The Interpretation of Cultures, he found himself tempted to update some of his material. As he put it, this would be an opportunity to use the published collection to assert, "this is what I meant to say." He used his Preface to discuss his reaction to this temptation:

In general, I hold to a stare decisis view of published pieces, if only because if they need very much revision they probably ought not to be reprinted at all, but should be replaced with a wholly new article getting the damn thing right. Further, correcting one’s misjudgments by writing changed views back into earlier works seems to me not wholly cricket, and it obscures the development of ideas that one is supposedly trying to demonstrate in collecting the essays in the first place.

Many of us are probably familiar with the phrase stare decisis, given the abundance of television programming now occupied with the legal profession. The literal translation is "stand by things decided;" but this often gets abbreviated by snappy scriptwriters down to "let it stand." Where I agree with Geertz is that, once a text has been completed and distributed for others to read (even in the blogosphere), it is, as I previously put it, part of the historical record and is therefore one of many "things decided." If I decided that I can no long "stand by" it, then the only thing I can do is write another piece of text, hopefully, as Geertz put it so well, "getting the damn thing right." Both of those texts are then in the historical record, each with a time stamp that informs the reader of which was the forethought and which the afterthought.

Of course, as I have previously discussed, if we were even to try to open a discussion on the topic of such stylistic practices in blogging, then it would not be the blogosphere any more. Look at what happened to attempts to address questions of conduct and governance when Kathy Sierra was attacked with death threats through the blogosphere. The blogosphere is what it is. If it changes, the change will probably be evolutionary, resulting from the blogosphere being what it is. It is a microcosmic illustration of the Zen proverb that one who tries to change the world can only make matters worse. Hence the need to live by the rule of caveat lector, rather in the tradition of Voltaire's injunction that each of us should look after his/her own garden.

I do not take this to be fatalistic, because change does happen. After all, Jimmy Wales now seems to have come around to affirm that editing would be good for Wikipedia, even if I still do not subscribe to the effectiveness of his new editing and checking procedures. If enough of us end up writing about how we live by the caveat lector rule, what we write may then reflect back on those who write the stuff we have been reading so warily; and the great battleship of blogging writing practices may begin to change its course. Do I really believe that? Well, I certainly do not reject its possibility; but I suspect it is more likely that, before such a course-change happens, the current fascination with blogging will just go the way of so many other Internet fads, getting replaced by some new fad for "self-expression" which will require its own set of caveat lector principles!

Changing the Rules on the Ruling Class

This year's World Economic Forum in Davos seems to be getting a lot of attention on Huffington Post. J. Carl Ganter has promised us that he will be there reporting to us all week; but of greater interest may be a "prologue piece," written as a blog post by Nathan Gardels, who has been a Media Fellow of the World Economic Forum since 1986 and is a founding editor of New Perspectives Quarterly. Here is how Gardels (who is filing from Davos as a participant, rather than a reporter) introduces his perspective:

As the global elite gathers here in Davos to ponder how "collaborative initiatives" might bring the world closer together, there are a set of deep and broad challenges that suggest the trend is moving in a very different, if not opposite, direction.

First, we are witnessing the end of "the end of history" as a distinct pattern of "non-Western modernization" is beginning to take shape. Second, two decades after the defrosting of the Cold War order, the world is once again dividing into democratic and non-democratic camps. Third, it is increasingly clear that export-oriented emerging markets such as China or Brazil are achieving a sufficient level of domestic consumption that they can "decouple" from the rich economies, continuing to grow even as the US teeters toward recession.

Needless to say, neither Francis Fukuyama's neo-Hegelian take on "the end of history" nor Samuel Huntington's "clash of civilizations" thesis (which also lurks in these three items), can be taken at face value. They have to be held to the same scrutiny as any other passionately ideological position. Nevertheless, when those who believe themselves to be leaders of the world economy (if not the anointed ruling class), show signs of drinking Silicon Valley Kool-Aid with phrases like "collaborative initiatives," that should be a sign for all of us to look into whether or not the rules of the game, if not the playing board itself, are beginning to change beyond recognition. In this light the concept that "modernization" is no longer the exclusive "turf" of "Western civilization," whether in the theories of its philosophers or the practices of its economic leaders, deserves more attention than a knee-jerk it-can't-happen-here response.

My personal take on "non-Western modernization" is a bit out of date but may still be useful as a point of departure for reflection. Back at the beginning of the Nineties, when funding for basic research in Southern California (where I was living at the time) was falling apart due, at least in part, to Bush I policies, I had the opportunity to exercise my own research skills at the Institute for Systems Science (ISS) in Singapore. This move gave me the opportunity to make a clean break from what I felt had been an extremely unproductive (if not counterproductive) approach to artificial intelligence research and, instead, to initiate a multimedia project concerned with the classification and indexing of video content. (This was a time when multimedia consumer products were just beginning to emerge from companies like Warner; but, interesting as those products were, such businesses had neither the time nor desire to adopt "research" into their working vocabularies.) This was also my first real break from "Western civilization;" but, since Singapore was doing such a good job at promoting its own brand of modernism, I had no problem making that break.

The move may have been one of the best things that ever happened to both my resume and my publication record. More important, however, it made me realize that the very concept of "basic research" was quite far from an international cultural universal. When I moved from one laboratory to another in the United States, the major changes tended to involve climate, driving conditions, and cultural opportunities away from work. Nothing in the United States can prepare you for living almost squat on top of the Equator (think about Tampa in August and extrapolate to the entire year); but you could easily forget that difference once you got indoors (although just about everyone there had a sniffle from the kind of cold you catch from radical shifts between outdoor heat and frigid indoor air conditioning). I never drove in Singapore, because I never had to do so. Walking was not a particularly good option (unless you were a mad dog or an Englishman). However, taxis were cheap (if impossible to flag down in the rain); and public transportation was excellent. The cultural opportunities took some getting used to, particularly where censorship was concerned; but I had no problems adjusting to playing by the rules of a country other than my own.

Thus, the most radical change in my life had to do with those semantics of "basic research." Of course I was expected to "discover and publish" according to standards that were basically the same as those in the United States; but I quickly encountered what I felt was a critical "environmental" distinction. Many of the laboratories where I had worked in the United States had close connections to one or more universities; and ISS was actually located on the campus of the National University of Singapore (NUS), which, of course, had a computer science department. However, the Singapore government had an interesting policy of taking their best and brightest and paying them to go to graduate school in North America or Europe, meaning that, while NUS was a "university" in the strictest sense of the word, its graduate school suffered the weakness of a government-promoted brain-drain. Thus, while research laboratories in the United States could be "fueled" by graduate students hungry for thesis topics and opportunities to pursue those topics once they were approved, that whole "graduate student culture" was absent from ISS.

This is not to say that there were no students contributing to our efforts at ISS. We had a steady flow of undergraduates, most of whom were highly skilled. However, their skills were task-oriented, as in software development, rather than problem-oriented, as in research. Let me illustrate with an example: I had one undergraduate whose task was to develop and code an algorithm for a particular image-analysis problem we needed. Within days of my giving him the problem, he came to my office and said, "I figured out two ways to solve the problem. Tell me which is the right one." I replied that I had no idea which one was "right." I suggested that he code up both algorithms, after which we would design and run a series of tests to determine which was better for the system we were building at the time. He went back to his desk and sat there staring at a blank piece of paper for approximately a week. His undergraduate education had been so focused on always having the "right answer" that he was psychologically incapable of taking an action that might lead to a wrong one! (Many years later, when I was working in Palo Alto, I hosted a visit from a director of research for the Singapore Ministry of Defence. He listened to a series of presentations that my colleagues and I gave about our projects and even asked some good questions. On the way out, however, he said to me, "All I really want to know is the answer in the back of the book!")

I do not know how much things have changed in Singapore since I worked there. I know that Singapore itself has changed so much that I might not recognize it any more. (I used the subway system on one of my last business trips there, since it was still impossible to flag a cab in the rain, and discovered that, since new routes had been added, I could no longer interpret the signs to direct me to the right track!) However, I have no idea whether or not my experiences at ISS would still constitute a valid object lesson on the topic of "non-Western modernization." Modernization, after all, is fed by basic research; and basic research involves going boldly where others have not previously gone. Countries like Singapore and, for that matter, China have benefitted from Western societies making (and, more importantly, paying for) those bold moves; but that does not mean that they are now willing to pay for them, however well-endowed their economies may be. My favorite joke about the Singaporean attitude towards really basic research was actually a caption of a James Thurber cartoon, "I want to be a femme fatale, but I don't want to get mixed up with men!"

This, then, is the context in which I read the argument that Gardels developed around the two paragraphs I quoted at the beginning of this post. I am very glad that he is entertaining thoughts about "non-Western modernization," particularly since he can entertain them from the "inside" of the World Economic Forum, rather than as a reporter trying to make sense of it all from the outside. However, because he is on the inside, he still runs the risk of having the basic "rules of the game" pulled out from under him. Thinking about what "non-Western modernization" may actually be and what impact it may have on the world, I am reminded of my favorite quote from Paul Saffo, "The future always arrives late and in unexpected ways." This sort of undermines any attempt we may make to prepare ourselves for "non-Western modernization;" but, hopefully, it will do something for our "sense of reality" with which we contemplate it!

Life in the Wake of Art

The timing could not have been better. On last night's episode of The Wire, the ax came down on the newsroom staff of the Baltimore Sun while, on the other side of the continent, a related story was breaking in the offices of the Los Angeles Times (which, like the Baltimore Sun is a Tribune Co. newspaper). Here is how John Rogers reported the story this morning for the Associated Press:

The Los Angeles Times fired its top editor after he rejected a management order to cut $4 million from the newsroom budget, 14 months after his predecessor was also ousted in a budget dispute, the newspaper said Sunday.

James O'Shea was fired following a confrontation with Publisher David D. Hiller, the Times reported on its Web site. The story didn't say when the confrontation took place.

The background reveals that this is just the latest episode in an ongoing story that says as much about the world in which we live (and try to work) as the full five-season epic that David Simon has conceived:

The departure also follows that of his predecessor, Dean Baquet, who was forced to resign after he opposed further cuts to the newsroom budget in 2006.

O'Shea, then the Chicago Tribune's managing editor, was brought in to replace him.

At the time, he asked the news staff not to see him as "the hatchet man from Chicago" and promised to fight to ensure the Times would "remain a major force in American journalism."

"If I think there is too much staff I will say so," O'Shea told the paper's editors and reporters in 2006. "And if I think there is not enough I will say that, too."

O'Shea is the third Times editor to leave the newspaper since 2005, all of them departing in disputes with management over how much to cut the news budget.

When Editor John Carroll left in 2005 he was replaced by Baquet, who was then the Times managing editor. Hiller, former publisher of the Tribune who had worked with O'Shea in Chicago, then brought him out to replace Baquet.

Hiller had joined the Times in 2006 after former Publisher Jeffrey M. Johnson was ousted for refusing to carry out budget cuts ordered by corporate headquarters in Chicago.

A month later, Hiller dismissed Baquet and brought in O'Shea to replace him.

One would think that someone over at Tribune Co. would see a pattern here; but, since they obviously have no respect for journalism skills, I guess they just lack the kind of critical thinking it takes to bring such patterns to light!

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Playing the Text Analysis Game with Nicholas Carr

Today's San Francisco Chronicle had a review by Mary Eisenhart of The Big Switch: Rewiring the World, From Edison to Google, by Nicholas Carr. The focus of the review is as follows:

Carr devotes the second half of his book to the study of unintended (at least by the innovators and cheerleaders) consequences of the 20th century's technological breakthroughs and likely parallels in the 21st's.

As one might expect, Carr views most (if not all) of those unintended consequences as running the gamut from unfortunate to downright dangerous; and, as the title suggests, he makes as much of a case for Edison's "electronic age" as he does for the "Internet age," which is the primary attraction for most of those "innovators and cheerleaders." Since I have now run up a count of 175 for my used of the "consequences" label, I was naturally interested in learning more about this book, particularly in light of the number of times I have used this label in conjunction with the "Google" label. More recently I have also been invoking the phrase "technocentric ignorance" when I write about such consequences. Thus, I was eager to read Eisenhart's review in its entirety. What fascinated me most, however, was her account of a game of text analysis that Carr played to make a point of the nature of consequences and how we think about them.

The game involves comparing two paragraphs. Unlike Eisenhart I would like to present both of them initially without attribution. Here is the first:

The more we teach this megacomputer, the more it will assume responsibility for our knowing. It will become our memory. Then it will become our identity. In 2015 many people, when divorced from the Machine, won't feel like themselves - as if they'd had a lobotomy.

Here is the second:

[As] machines become more and more intelligent, people will let machines make more of their decisions for them, simply because machine-made decisions will bring better results than man-made ones. Eventually a stage may be reached at which the decisions necessary to keep the system running will be so complex that human beings will be incapable of making them intelligently. At that stage the machines will be in effective control. People won't be able to just turn the machines off, because they will be so dependent on them that turning them off would amount to suicide.

Note that, at a denotational level, both of these texts come very close to saying the same thing. Nevertheless, each text is embedded in a radically different context; and it is basically that context that determines the nature of the tone connoted by the text. In one case the tone is utopian, and in the other it is dystopian. Before reading further, see if you can find any clues in the "raw text" that will allow you to distinguish them.

Let me now continue the game by declaring the source of one of these paragraphs: It has been extracted from Ted Kaczynski's Unabomber Manifesto. This should be enough to let on that this particular paragraph is the one with the dystopian connotation. With this additional information, again try to figure out which is the dystopian paragraph before reading further.

All right, game over. Kaczynski's is the second of the two paragraphs. The first is by former Wired editor Kevin Kelly, cheerleader par excellence. Eisenhart wraps up her review by offering a final quotation from Carr's book and her reflection on that quotation:

"What was for Kaczynski a paranoia-making nightmare is for Kelly a vision of utopia," he writes - and it's a fact that should give us all pause as we rush headlong into the connected future.

I could not have said it better myself!

Symphonic Division of Labor

When Donald Francis Tovey wrote the entry on "Music" for the eleventh edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, he floated the hypothesis that the history of music could be examined in terms of the efforts of composers to sustain listeners' attention over longer and longer periods of time. Tovey was probably not aware of Anton Webern's reversal of this trend, although the article does cite Paul Hindemith, Gustav Holst, and Ralph Vaughan Williams and includes a rather dismissive paragraph about jazz. I have always felt this hypothesis bears considering for both its examples and counterexamples, and I think it provides an excellent lens through which to examine much of the late work of Franz Schubert. After all, for all of his reputation as a master of the small scale of the art song, his last years yielded works of symphonic proportion in unexpected settings, such as the piano sonata (particularly G major (D. 894) and B flat major (D. 960)), piano trio (E flat major (D. 929)), and the C major string quintet (D. 956). These were all experiments in extending the time scale of his compositions; but I use the word "experiments" because, for all the virtues of these pieces, they have their problems.

I first became aware of such problems when I was turning pages for Edward Auer at a performance of the D. 929 trio. Before the performance he sat down with me to review the cuts he had made in the final movement. My academic training had taught me that all cuts were sacrilegious; but Auer was a pragmatist who believe that there was only so much flat-out repetition that one could expect an audience to endure. With my own training having now receded further into the past, I am willing to admit that he had a point (regardless of any feeling I may have about Philip Glass).

When we move from the limited resources of a solo instrument or chamber ensemble to the full strength of a symphony orchestra, as is the case with the D. 944 "Great" C major symphony, however, there are different ways to be pragmatic. Schubert must have been aware of the ways in which the Mannheim school had cultivated innovative approaches to realizing a crescendo, just as his predecessors Joseph Haydn and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart were; and, as a result, while there are extended passages of near-maddening repetition in the "Great," they are usually there to fuel the increasing strength of an extended crescendo, in the tradition of the "Mannheim Roller." This poses a major challenge to performing this symphony, particularly in its final movement, where Schubert applies the "Mannheim Roller" to an effect far more extended than that of the Mannheim days. If one cuts the passage, the crescendo loses its impact; if one does not cut, there is a real problem of the performers getting exhausted by the repetitions and the weakening of their ability to sustain the crescendo and deliver its final impact.

Last night I heard Michael Tilson Thomas approach this problem with an innovative solution that I have never previously heard. Rather than cut the excessive repetitions, he divided them among his musicians. If a passage was played twice, it was played by the second-chair performers at each stand in the string section the first time and then by the first-chair performers the second (or vice versa). This provided an interesting strategy for making sure that all the performers were properly managing their energy. In terms of the overall crescendos, the strategy seems to have worked very well. It also provided an interesting perspective for those of us close enough to the stage to see it: the idea of a back-and-forth trade-off, almost like a call-and-response, that was take place at each stand. Even if uniformity of sound across the entire section is an ideal of symphonic performance, one could detect at least a hint of two colors in slight contrast, which, through their alternation, made the shape of the overall crescendo all the more interesting.

I was sufficiently blown away by this effect that, on the way out of Davies Symphony Hall, I seized the opportunity to ask one of the first violinists whether or not this was, indeed, a new thing. He told me that he had never played the symphony this way before and that he, at least, liked they way it worked. You could certainly see that all of the string players seemed to be enjoying themselves, rather than laboring under the sort of strain one usually expects from a Marine Drill Sergeant. Now, to be fair, I am not sure how much of this was all in my head. In his review for the San Francisco Chronicle, Joshua Kosman wrote only about the "brisk, blazing finish" of the final movement, without saying anything about what made it blaze. However, I prefer to think of this experience as a demonstration that every performance should be approached in terms of problems that need to be solved and that even the old problems can admit of new solutions.

A similar strategy was also demonstrated at the beginning of last night's concert, which was a performance of Johann Sebastian Bach's second orchestral suite (BWV 1067). This suite is almost more like a concerto due to its focus on a solo flute; but Thomas took this one step further, turning it into a sort of "Brandenburg Concerto," by assigning some of the string parts to first-desk-first-chair soloists. While the string section was radically reduced for this performance, this idea of engaging the flute soloists in "conversation" with other soloists, usually in the second iteration of a section of a binary-form movement, was highly effective. It also struck me as a good strategy for dealing with modern instruments, since the problem of balancing sound with such instruments is different than it would be with period instruments, just by virtue of the acoustic properties of those instruments. Of course the spotlight was on Acting Principal Flutist Tim Day, but for me what made this performance work was the way in which it came off as an extended conversation among all of the performers, as opposed to a dialog between soloists and accompanists.

The bulk of the Chronicle review focused on "À l'Île de Gorée," by Iannis Xenakis, a work composed in 1986 for amplified harpsichord and chamber ensemble. Thomas felt a need to preface the performance with some remarks that dwelled on Xenakis' training in mathematics and the impact of that training on a highly formalized approach to composition. This is the usual way that Xenakis is introduced to those unfamiliar with his work, but I think it is necessary to put his formalizations into perspective. Between 1955 and 1968 he wrote many essays about the "stochastic" approach he was taking to composition and even the use of the computer as a tool for pursuing this approach. These essays were translated into English and collected in the Indiana University Press book, Formalized Music: Thought and Mathematics in Composition. As the "token mathematician" in a seminar on post-WWII composition that I attended at the University of Pennsylvania, I had to prepare material about these essays. Alas, Xenakis was not big on writing skills (I checked out the original French for some of the essays) and his tendency towards a rather heavy-handed polemic tended to obscure the fact that the content of his essays ran the gamut from the naive to the embarrassing.

The good news, however, is that, once Xenakis got all of his theoretical ranting out of his system, he become more focused on composing music, rather than translating theory into music notation. I always felt that the best example of his break with his own theories was his Oresteïa, which translated Aeschylus into opera. There is nothing I would like more than an opportunity to see this opera. Just listening to the Salabert/Actuels CD left me with a more gut-wrenching sense of this particular Greek drama than any staging I have ever seen. According to my notes this large-scale work was first performed a year after "À l'Île de Gorée" was composed.

However, while this latter work is, to some extent, intended as a programmatic commentary on the slave trade (Gorea being the island off the coast of Senegal from which slave ships departed), the programmatic nature is far less transparent than that of Oresteïa. Thus, when faced with the inevitable how-did-you-like-it question at intermission, I could only fall back on an answer I have used before, "I really do not know, but do know that I would really like to hear it again." I was certainly impressed with Elisabeth Chojnacka's skills at negotiating an obviously complex harpsichord part; but, since the piece was written for her, I was more impressed at the rapport that she maintained with Thomas and the Symphony musicians he was conducting. I have to believe that her acknowledgement of the chamber ensemble while taking her bows was sincere. Any other impressions I have of this music, however, can only be a reflection of Harold Bloom's "agony of influence." I felt I was in some middle ground where many of the harpsichord gestures invoked memories of Francis Poulenc's Concert Champêtre, while there was an unmistakable flavor of Stravinsky (particularly his piano concertos) in the sonorities of the accompanying chamber ensemble. I know that there is more to this music than those superficial impression; but I shall need more listening opportunities to get at that "more!"

This, of course, gets at one of the most important functions that live performances can serve. Yes, it is always good to hear the familiar in a new light (to mix metaphors). However, it is also good to be exposed to the totally unfamiliar. "À l'Île de Gorée" provided Thomas with the opportunity to expose us to a new kind of unfamiliarity, so to speak; and I was delighted to be there for his doing it.

An Appreciation for our Times

Given how good a job The Wire is doing at examining the deterioration of the institution of journalism, Alan Feuer's "appreciation" of Jimmy Breslin for The New York Times could not be better timed. If that "old school" journalism that was so important to Mr. Dooley really does have at least one foot in the grave, then Breslin's own words capture, in his characteristic style, why this piece is worth reading: "I'm the last guy left." This grumble, provoked by the number of reporters bugging him for stories about Norman Mailer's outlandish behavior in the wake of that author's death, becomes Feuer's point of departure:

After all, Jack Newfield, that old bum, was dead. Murray Kempton, the Henry James of the newsroom, was dead. George Plimpton was dead, old Arthur Schlesinger was dead — even Jose Torres, the champ, was almost dead, living down in Puerto Rico now with half an addled brain. “Everybody’s dead,” Mr. Breslin said, and soon enough the phone rang yet again. It was NPR calling back, and he shouted at his wife, Ronnie Eldridge, “Tell ’em I died.”

At 77 and in truculent good health, Jimmy Breslin has clearly not died and has even, with some notable exceptions, managed to avoid that quasi death by documentary, a process by which an otherwise vital personality is turned into a bag of talking bones on PBS.

Well, one good grumble deserves another; and, for my money, Feuer hit the nail on the head with that last sentence. Nostalgia is a dangerous disease, and we tend to contract it earlier than we think. I was only a graduate student when my crowd would reminisce about "back in the days when Mad Magazine was funny;" so here I am, many decades later, having the same feelings about "back in the days when PBS was witty and informative." Both institutions, of course, caved in to the need to address "customer satisfaction" with deluded visions of solutions. PBS, however, had the problem of being a public institution under an administration (Reagan's) that was not that all hot on wit or information. (The running joke was that Barney was added to the lineup because the President needed one PBS program that he could watch!)

So, yes, there are times when the "good old days" really were good; but, since this is a grumble being written under the influence of a profile of Breslin, I think it is time to recognize the extent to which PBS has become a veritable cesspit of nostalgia. Just how many of these loosely assembled collections of old footage held together by those "bags of talking bones" are living room audiences expected to endure! Of course there was that time (before Reagan) when television executives were wringing their hands over the prospect that PBS channels were eating up the "big three" network channels for lunch. By the time we had slouched our way into the Nineties, cable (with HBO leading the way) was emerging as the Grendel bursting into the mead hall and eating everyone for lunch. At the peak of their game, HBO could sell the slogan, "It's not TV, it's HBO;" but no one stays on top for ever. HBO is now under fire because it no longer has the "audience magnet" that The Sopranos was; and Showtime, enjoying the popularity of shows like Weeds and Dexter, is now peddling their own slogan, "It's not HBO, it's Showtime." Is it any wonder that PBS has faded into insignificance?

It all comes down not to my own nostalgia but to what I used to value. The whole point of my caveat lector rant is that the responsibility for being properly informed now falls entirely upon the reader; and, like it or not, the Internet provides one of the few aids in bearing that responsibility. So, if you want informative sources, you have to find them yourself.

What about wit? There I fear I may be wallowing in my own nostalgia. Reading Feuer's piece became a harsh reminder not just that no one writes like Breslin any more but that no one would even think of writing that way. Consider one of the examples Feuer provided:

Among the great education achievements of the year not commented upon by such as James B. Conant was the performance of Fat Thomas’ brother in the Dale Carnegie course at Attica State Prison. He is doing a short bit in Attica for poor usage of a gun.

His very subject matter now languishes in obsolescence; and, while his style is probably exactly what we need at a time when the Associated Press seems to have made it a policy to provide all-Brittany-all-the-time, no one seems to know (or care about) homing in on the most artful way to stick a pin in the balloon of triviality. Every now and then David Simon rises to Breslin's level in The Wire; but, even when he does, he still has to labor under the dubious distinction of "critical acclaim." Meanwhile, far more feeble attempts, like those of Bob Franken, are praised for "a sardonic style that looks for irony, and finds it" (a turn of phrase that may well be a product of Franken's own word processor).

On second thought I do not want to be accused of "wallowing in my own nostalgia!" At least I still have the ability to rant and to apply what I have learned from those who write far better than I to the texts of my rants. The important message of Feuer's piece is that Breslin in still going at the age of 77 in his "truculent good health." Thus, there are life lessons that I can take away from reading his piece:

  1. Look after your own health.
  2. Keep reading the good stuff.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Open Environments and their Discontents

Perhaps the most impressive thing about wisdom-of-crowds ideology is its robustness in the face of all efforts at refutation. Whether it involves the academic intricacies of James Coleman's efforts to analyze the "micro-to-macro problem" or blatant examples of abuse, such as the ease with which the CIA was able to edit Wikipedia entries to propagate their particular version of "truth," there is a dogged persistence to what I now call the "we-are-smarter-than-me crowd," which is nothing is not admirable. Indeed, my epithet is the title of a book that purports to embody its philosophy as a result of having been written through a wiki. This week, however, we were confronted with a new genre of refutation, which has less to do with the nature of the content that arises from wisdom-of-crowds practices and more to do with flaws in the technologies that enable those practices.

The problem, which I read about on Net News Publisher, is that "on Wednesday, January 16, 2008, two users, one anonymous and the other only known as MODX added code onto Wikipedia for a computer virus known as the LoveLetter virus or the ILOVEYOU virus." My immediate reaction was, "Why didn't I think of that?" I did not mean, "Why did I not make my point by using the openness of a wiki to infiltrate it with malware?" Rather, I was kicking myself for assuming that any environment used as heavily as Wikipedia would have some combination of technologies and practices to insure its technical integrity, whatever horror stories I may have read about its content. In retrospect, given my personal experience with how electronic mail systems "protect" me from spam, I now realize how naive I was. I had forgotten Udi Manber's precept (formulated back when he was at Yahoo!) that spam protection is like an arms race: Every new strategy for protection begets one or more new strategies for attack. So it is with the infrastructure of an open environment, such as a wiki; and the reason the hyperlink in this paragraph points to Net News Publisher is that I am now feeling a bit paranoid about the Wiki News site, from which the Net News Publisher admin acquired the story. (For those who share my paranoia, the above quotation was not typed in by hand. I did use cut-and-paste; but I pasted it into FrontPage and then selected the Text Only option. I am sure this is not foolproof, but I shall then be doing a text-only copy into my Create Post Blogger page. All this makes me reasonably confident that I am not spreading any malware by writing this post.)

The consequence is a reminder that those of us who try to use the Internet as an information resource have to worry about more than whether we are receiving signal or noise. We also have to worry about whether or not we are interacting with a resource that may be infecting us with malware. It is not just a matter of caveat lector but one of caveat utilitor: We have to be wary users, equipped with the most up-to-date tools that ensure the integrity of the computer we are using. Meanwhile, we find ourselves in an environment in which the very act of sharing, however beneficial it may be under a micro-to-macro analysis, is potentially dangerous. For my money this means that, whoever pulled off this Wikipedia infection has perpetrated an act of terrorism as successful at the 9/11 attacks. Even if we were not personally damaged by the act, we are left wondering what will come next and whether it will be coming for us.

At this point I have to be as pragmatic as I have suggested we need to be about the caveat lector precept. I suspect that my own pragmatism in this case goes back to my reading of Rashomon, slightly modified to, "These things happen, but life goes on." I shall continue to keep my machine maintained with up-to-date protection software; and I shall continue to be wary about "where I choose to click." I shall also continue to contribute to sharing practices in good faith, as I am doing by writing this. I refuse to crawl under a rock and wait for the passing of all once and future threats!

Friday, January 18, 2008

San Francisco Opera: The New Season

San Francisco Opera held their press conference to announce their 2008–09 season, which was reported in yesterday morning's San Francisco Chronicle. Most subscribers have probably received the new Season Subscription Brochure by now. Those of us with electronic mail have also been notified through the latest "E-newsletter," which also included a link to the new homepage for the San Francisco Opera Web site. It offers (probably through Flash) a sequence of the color photos for each opera used in the brochure, with a caption that names the opera, gives the dates of its run, and provides a "LEARN MORE" button. There is also a convenient row of thumbnail images underneath the main display and a list of all the operas in hyperlinked text on the right. It is all very attractive. However, what may be more interesting while the powers that be play their language games over whether or not we are in a recession is the final sentence of Joshua Kosman's Chronicle article:

[General Director David] Gockley also announced a nearly 50 percent reduction in the price of side orchestra seats and discounts on full and half series subscriptions.

In other words, in the midst of times when people are going to be more careful how they spend their money, Gockley is mounting a full-court press (not the best metaphor to go with his San Francisco Giants baseball cap) to make his offerings more affordable without compromising the quality of those offerings. Since the Opera is a business, there is no avoiding worrying about the bottom line; and while most businesses focus on cutbacks that will reduce expenses (often in the context of that absurd cliché about working smarter rather than working harder, recently picked up in the script for The Wire), Gockley would rather look at the other pan of the balance and take on the problem of increasing revenue. Will it work? The only legitimate answer is another cliché, the one about "the opera ain't over," which, ironically, I also tend to associate with basketball.

For my part I am very picky about what I like in any opera production, and I have now seen enough San Francisco Opera productions to know better than to anticipate my reactions. For now, then, let me just walk through the list of productions, offering some personal reflections. Since I, too, would like to see more people going to the Opera, I hope this will be of help to those wondering whether or not this will be the season for getting a first taste:

  • Simon Boccanegra (Giuseppe Verdi): As unfamiliar as this opera may be to most folks, a strange twist of fate made it the source of one of my earliest exposures to opera in general and Verdi in particular. The reason is that my parents owned an album of 78s called A Night at Carnegie Hall, which consisted of most of the music from a little-known film called Carnegie Hall. One of the records in the album had Ezio Pinza singing "Il lacerto spirito," from the Prologue to Simon Boccanegra. This remains the high point of the opera for me, partly because there was a profundity to Pinza's voice that I have never heard equaled (admitting that this may just be the exaggerated memory of a first impression) but also because, even at a very young age, the soulfulness of that music really got to me; and I have not heard that equaled in any other part of the Verdi canon. I have always found it ironic that this aria is not sung by the title character, but by Jacopo Fiesco, who seeks vengeance against Boccanegra. However, what he sings is not the usual blood-and-guts revenge aria but a meditation on his grief which is almost elegiac in nature. The whole opera is deeply embedded in fourteenth century Genoese politics, which would not make the best of plot lines for a beginner. Boccanegra will be sung by Dmitri Hvorostovsky, who was made to look very silly as Don Giovanni in a production here that was about five years ago. This production is shared with the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, where it was conceived by Elijah Moshinsky, who did not make any of it look silly at all. I am looking forward to seeing Hvorostovsky under the more favorable circumstances. Donald Runnicles will be conducting; and I have been consistently happy with how he negotiates his Verdi (even when I am not all that happy with what Verdi has composed).
  • The Bonesetter's Daughter (Stewart Wallace): This is a world premiere being co-produced with the Dallas Opera. I know Wallace only as the composer of Harvey Milk, which, for me at least, made more interesting political statements than musical ones. However, I am not sure what I would have wanted out of an opera about the life and times of Harvey Milk, except that, unless I am mistaken, the documentary about Milk did not use any music at all. The title of the new opera, of course, comes from the novel by Amy Tan, who has assumed the task of librettist for this work. I am no big fan of Tan's. I know The Joy Luck Club only from the film version (for which Tan collaborated with Ron Bass on the script); and I am afraid I found it excessive along just about every possible dimension. However, having seen Judith Weir's A Night at the Chinese Opera in Santa Fe in the summer of 1989, I am fascinated with the idea of dealing with cross-cultural issues through a synthesis of the musics of the two cultures. Therefore, I cannot help but be curious about what both the music and the production will be like.
  • Die Tote Stadt (Erich Wolfgang Korngold): This is the first opera of the season that I am really excited about seeing. I was first exposed to Korngold's "dead city" through one of Ted Shawn's pioneering efforts in modern dance; but that had virtually nothing to do with the opera. I heard a New York City Opera performance of the opera one afternoon in my car back when I was in Los Angeles; and shortly thereafter I bought the RCA CD recorded in Munich in 1975, with Erich Leinsdorf conducting such voices as René Kollo, Carol Neblett (whose father was my piano technician in Los Angeles), Benjamin Luxon, and Hermann Prey. This is another opera with a musical high point that comes early, "Glück, das mir verblieb," known more familiarly as "Marietta's Lied," even though it is not a solo aria, towards the end of the first act. Korngold does not receive as much attention as his early twentieth-century contemporaries in either opera houses or concert halls, possibly because he tends not to be regarded as a particularly disciplined composer. As I recall, his own father, who was a music critic, reacted to one of his scores by yelling at him, "Compose, don't bathe!" The Korngold sound is nothing if not opulent, which is probably why when he emigrated to the United States in order to escape Hitler in 1935, he ended up making an enormous name for himself as a film composer. Those days have long past for just about everyone other than faithful viewers of the Turner Classic Movies channel; but "Glück, das mir verblieb" has been incorporated into the soundtrack of three films over the last twenty years: Aria (where it kept its most profound company), Slaves of New York, and, my personal favorite, The Big Lebowski. This is, alas, the only German opera of the season; but I am really curious about how the production will be realized. The story has been compared to Vertigo, because it involves the confusion of a woman who has died in the past with a woman living in the present; but it is a far cry from a typical Hitchcock suspense narrative. Runnicles will be conducting again, hopefully putting his best Wagner foot forward in Korngold's interests.
  • Idomeneo (Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart): This is the only Mozart opera in the season. When I was growing up, this was dismissed as long and dull; but the last time San Francisco Opera presented this (there own "home-grown" production, directed by John Copley), it was a gripping slam-bang affair. Runnicles knew exactly how to deliver Mozart's command of both tension and energy, and there is no reason to assume that the lightning will not strike in exactly the same place. Productions like this one make it clear that this is not an opera to be dismissed. If anything, it is an opera that is not performed enough!
  • Boris Godunov (Modest Mussorgsky): I have not seen this opera since my days as a Metropolitan Opera subscriber, back when the late Martti Talvela sang Mussorgsky's original version, rather than subsequent revisions by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov and Dmitri Shostakovich. I suppose there are any number of nits one can pick with the original version, but as in the seldom-performed original version of "Night on Bare Mountain," one can just as easily view those nits as features, rather than bugs. So I am only too happy that Gockley has decided to go with an original-version production. This one is by Julia Pevzner (her first appearance in San Francisco) and comes from the Grand Théâtre de Genève, and Samuel Ramey will be singing Boris.
  • The Elixir of Love (Gaetano Donizetti): I really enjoyed this the last time San Francisco Opera did it a few years ago, but this does not appear to be a revival of that production. This one is a product of many partners: Opera Colorado, Boston Lyric Opera, Pittsburgh Opera, Michigan Opera Theatre and Fort Worth Opera. Nevertheless, since James Robinson has decided to transplant the story into the Italian-American community of Napa Valley in the early twentieth-century, San Francisco seems like the most appropriate "home." This was the opera that taught me that Donizetti could do more than wallow in bel canto tragedies, where high-strung sopranos would sing mad scenes in Italian induced by dark times in the British Isles. We shall also get to hear Ramón Vargas sing "Una furtiva lagrima," which reminds us that even a romantic comedy can allow a serious reflective moment or two.
  • La Bohème (Giacomo Puccini): Last November I expressed disappointment that, after waiting for so many years for Angela Gheorghiu to come to the San Francisco Opera, she should come with La Rondine, described by one jaundiced critic as "the poor man's La traviata." This time we shall get to hear her sing Mimi, supported in the pit by Runnicles' appointed successor, Nicola Luisotti. This is an old San Francisco Opera production without any revisionist frills, and that is the way I tend to like my Bohème. My guess is that this production will attract a lot of attention as a sign of things to come, and I shall be there among the curious.
  • Last Acts (Jake Heggie): This will be the second co-production with Cal Performances and will be performed at Zellerbach Hall on the Berkeley campus (just like The Little Prince this May). It is a chamber opera, and it remains to be see if even Zellerbach will be too large for it. Houston Grand Opera also shared in commissioning this work, which is based on a play by Terrence McNally, who has a serious love for and understanding of opera. This may not be my cup of tea, particularly since I came away from Dead Man Walking (Heggie's large-scale operatic effort) feeling that the music was the weakest link in the chain. However, this is clearly a different manner of beast; and I may decide that it deserves the effort of a BART ride across the Bay for an alternative view of what can be done in the name of opera.
  • Tosca (Giacomo Puccini): I suppose that, where Puccini is concerned, the box office numbers tend to favor Madama Butterfly and La Bohème; but my own tastes run to Tosca and Turandot. Perhaps I just have a thing for blood-thirsty women! Whatever the reason may be, I have been very fortunate to be in a city with an opera company that has mounted excellent productions of both of these operas; and Tosca will lead off the June mini-season. There is a tendency to focus on the second and third acts, since those are the acts where all the torture and killing take place; but the result is that the end of the first act, with a choir singing a Te Deum while Scarpia delivers that great line, "Tosca, you make me forget God," is often neglected. Nevertheless, this one episode collapses everything that this opera is about into a single moment. After that, everything else just plays out with tragic inevitability; but I never seem to be able to get enough of it. Marco Armiliato will be conducting. He is a familiar face in the pit, particularly where the Italian repertoire is concerned; so this revival is likely to be as much fun as it was the last two times I saw it.
  • Porgy and Bess (George Gershwin): Correctly or not, I tend to associate the Houston Grand Opera, under the direction of David Gockley, with restoring Porgy and Bess to the "legitimacy" of the opera stage. Houston mounted a serious, faithful, and, by many accounts, "authentic," production that was successful enough to be taken on tour. This is how I got to see it in New York at (of all places) Radio City Music Hall. However, this is not the production that San Francisco will see this time. Rather, it is a Washington National Opera production staged by Francesca Zambello, who will soon be a "presence" here with her "Gold Rush" staging of Rheingold for the new "San Francisco Ring;" but we shall get our first taste with her staging of The Little Prince at Zellerbach in May. Her biography is all over the map, literally as much as figuratively; and, given the beating that her recent Carmen for Covent Garden took, she must have a pretty thick skin. Consider the "core" of her resume:

    An American who grew up in Europe, she speaks French, Italian, German, and Russian. She attended Moscow University in 1976 and graduated cum laude from Colgate University in 1978. She began her career as an Assistant Director to the late Jean-Pierre Ponnelle. From 1984-1991 she was the Artistic Director of the Skylight Music Theater. She has been guest professor at Harvard and Berkeley Universities.

    Ponnelle also had a thick skin, given his tendency to choose controversy over fidelity. I know him best in San Francisco for his decision to put the rape of Gilda in Rigoletto on the stage: It was concealed behind the curtains of a four-poster bed; but those curtains endured a lot of energetic kicking. This was also the production in which all the men in the first act festivities indulged in a chorus-line kick. Zambello will thus come to us as a "high risk" property; but the thing to remember is that, when those properties deliver, they do so in significantly enlightening ways. So, since this production of Porgy and Bess was favorably received in Los Angeles, it may well "deliver" when it gets here.

  • La Traviata (Giuseppe Verdi): This is likely to be the major "power cast" item for the season: Anna Netrebko, Charles Castronovo, and Dwayne Croft, all familiar to San Francisco opera fans. Runnicles will once again deploy his Verdi skills in the pit, meaning that the wild card of the production will be stage director Marta Domingo, who has decided to set the opera in the Jazz Age. This is a production of the Los Angeles Opera, now under the general direction of her husband Plácido. I have absolutely no idea what to expect. When Franco Zeffirelli decided to interpret this opera as a film (Teresa Stratas, Plácido Domingo, and Cornell MacNeil, with James Levine conducting the Metropolitan Opera Orchestra), he got everything right in terms of both a dramatic conception and the translation of that conception to cinema. On the other hand the last time I actually saw a Traviata at the Met, it got everything wrong, the worst part being a Nicolai Gedda too far past his prime who could only look silly. As a result I have come to believe that there is no middle ground for Traviata; so Domingo's production is likely to be another "high risk" property.

So there is the whole ball of wax. There is a lot of risk there; but in opera there is never any "sure thing." If risk is inevitable, then Gockley is certainly taking some interesting ones. If they are also good ones, then they will be good for his revenue-building strategy. For what it is worth, he will have my feeble voice rooting for him. My only serious question is: What happened to Walküre? Weren't we suppose to get the new Ring operas at a rate of one per season?

"Folks, they don't tell you what they mean!"

I realize this is the second time in one week that I have used a direct quote from Barack Obama as my title. The first time I concluded that I may be tilting in his direction as I consider how I am going to vote in the California primary; but my decision to use direct quotes has less to do with my personal preferences and more to do with the fact that the quotes are getting more interesting (which is why, in earlier posts, I have offered up quotes from Dennis Kucinich). Now, just to make sure we all have a "sense of reality" here, let us begin with the assumption that the last candidate to exercise true spontaneity in what he said was probably Ronald Reagan; and I certainly did not cast my vote in either of his Presidential elections on the basis of his spontaneous remarks! Nevertheless, one of the reasons why so many people have become so disgruntled with the current race for the White House (after the obvious fact that it has felt like it has been going on forever, because, in "political time" it effectively has been going on forever) is that they are pretty much convinced that everything they read or hear has been "pre-cooked," usually by the best crack time of writers and strategists that the candidate's budget can afford. Thus, when Obama, as reported by Nedra Pickler for the Associated Press, "embraced local traditions [in Las Vegas] by debuting a biting political standup routine Thursday night that mocked his rival," we should assume that his jokes were as spontaneous as the ones Groucho Marx came up with while interviewing the contestants on You Bet Your Life. (Presumably by now everyone knows that all contestants submitted biographical summaries before the show took place. Groucho had plenty of time to review these and work up his material, whether or not he had the assistance of other gag writers. The only "spontaneity" came from the fact that no one reviewed the resulting material, one joke of which ultimately got him thrown off the air.) However, spontaneity aside, Obama's "routine" threw a new light on the general matter of how people make their decisions in either voting booths or caucus gatherings.

Consider the context that let up to the punch line I chose to cite:

Obama began by recalling a moment in Tuesday night's debate when he and his rivals were asked to name their biggest weakness. Obama answered first, saying he has a messy desk and needs help managing paperwork _ something his opponents have since used to suggest he's not up to managing the country. Former North Carolina Sen. John Edwards said his biggest weakness is that he has a powerful response to seeing pain in others, and Clinton said she gets impatient to bring change to America.

"Because I'm an ordinary person, I thought that they meant, `What's your biggest weakness?'" Obama said to laughter from a packed house at Rancho High School. "If I had gone last I would have known what the game was. And then I could have said, `Well, ya know, I like to help old ladies across the street. Sometimes they don't want to be helped. It's terrible.'"

"Folks, they don't tell you what they mean!" he said.

Any student of Wittgenstein has no trouble reading this as a parable about language games, but how many Las Vegas voters are students of Wittgenstein? (Woody Allen's classic piece for The New Yorker, "The Whore of Mensa," comes to mind.) All of those Las Vegas voters know full well that they are being jerked around by the language being dished out to them, not just by politicians but by just about anyone they encounter; but it takes a good joke to get at the heart how it is that language is more a process of social manipulation than a vehicle for communicating assertions. Obama figured that out, embedded it in a context relevant to the upcoming caucus, and incorporated it in his campaign strategy. I don't care if he (or his strategists, for that matter) calculated the whole thing out in advance. He deserves points for getting at least this one slice of the electorate to reflect on the whole selection process in a way that departs radically from how the media want them to think about it; and he deserves to score lots of points (if not my vote) for that.

Of course every good joke becomes more memorable in a context of a follow-up that drives the same point home. Here is how Pickler's account continues:

Obama chuckled at his own joke before riffing on another Clinton answer in the debate, when she said that she is happy that the bankruptcy bill she voted for in 2001 never became law.

"She says, 'I voted for it but I was glad to see that it didn't pass.' What does that mean?" he asked, again drawing laughter from the crowd and himself. "No seriously, what does that mean? If you didn't want to see it passed, then you can vote against it! People don't say what they mean.

"You know what I'm saying is true," he said, then addressed his routine directly at audience members who don't know who they will vote for yet. "Undecideds, remember now, remember what I'm saying."

There is that same punch line again, this time reinforced by the real message that addresses how those who participate in the Nevada caucus will make their respective decisions.

Obama may never be a Lenny Bruce or even a pre-cinema Woody Allen; but, if nothing else, he has captured the spirit of a more recent comedian and adapted it to his own purposes. That comedian is Robert Wuhl, who hit upon the idea of designing a routine to be delivered in a history classroom. Wuhl's lesson, as his HBO viewers know, is that the study of American history is the study of "the stories that made up America... and the stories that America simply made up." Obama applies his own style to the same goal, getting his "audiences" to appreciate how much of their "reality" is actually grounded in stories that are "simply made up." I strongly believe that being conscious of this fundamental precept can make us more informed (and, therefore, hopefully, better) voters. Whether Obama ends up the one who benefits the most from our being better informed remains to be seen!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Learning about Harry Partch

I first learned about Harry Partch from a record that Columbia released back in my student days. I could not find a CD listing for this on either Amazon.com or Downtown Music Group, which is a source I use frequently for music I am unlikely to find anywhere else. This is just as well. The Columbia "package" was a very attractive vinyl album with lots of nice color photographs, readable notes, and three recorded selections that I would still judge to be representative of Partch's work. However, there was a polished quality to the recordings that one expected from Columbia Records; and it took me several decades to appreciate the extent to which this approach was at odds with what Partch was trying to do. Most important is that it gave the impression that this was an "abstract music" that deserved nothing less nor more than an attentive reading of its score, the sort of attentive reading one might expect, for example, from a first-rate collegium musicum.

Today I find this approach misguided on a variety of counts. Most important is that the performance is more important than the score; and, having heard multiple performances of some of Partch's music, I have a greater appreciation for the improvisatory flexibility that one can bring to the act of performing. Furthermore, much of that flexibility has to do with the instruments on which the performance takes place, many of which take up more space than the performer and some of which may even require two performers (which one could not appreciate from the way the photographs for the Columbia album were taken). Thus, performance must, of necessity, be thought through as a physical act at a much higher level than just reading notes from a score page. This brings up a third point, which is that much of the Partch canon is made up of works for film, dance, and/or theater. The music is but one element of a Gesamtkunstwerk vision, not in any Wagnerian sense of the word but still in the literal sense. Finally, there is an overall coarseness to both the music and the way it is performed, which is definitely not Wagnerian and probably has its origins in Partch's life experience as a hobo riding the rails between California and Chicago.

Fortunately, there are now better resources for learning about Harry Partch; and one of the best of them is a DVD, which I recently purchased from Downtown Music Group, entitled Enclosure 8: Harry Partch. The "Enclosures" are a collection of archival materials of text, audio, and video; and much of the material on this disc had been previously released on two VHS "Enclosures" (the first and fourth). Thus, all of the old video material is now on DVD, along with two new items, both of which are of performances that postdate Partch's death in 1974: a 1981 concert performance of "Barstow" and a 2006 choreographed performance of "Castor and Pollux" (both compositions included on the old Columbia recording).

The best part of Enclosure 8, though, is the material that had previously constituted Enclosure 1, four films by Madeline Tourtelot, the first of which, "Music Studio," is about Partch and the many instruments he invented for the performance of his music. This is, without a doubt, the best way to begin the process of getting to know Partch, his theory of dividing the octave into 43 parts, the sounds of the instruments (and the pitches of his tuning system), and all the physical issues intimately connected with performing on those instruments. Tourtelot's films are also not particularly polished, which may be one reason that I no longer have a taste for the Columbia approach to Partch's music. Nevertheless, they provide an expository account of Partch the composer and the inventor that treats the subject with a sympathetic respect that has become rare in more recent expository film. Much of the music that Partch uses to demonstrate his instruments comes from the soundtrack he composed for another Tourtelot film, "Windsong," which, conveniently enough, is the next selection on the DVD. Thus, in these two juxtaposed films, we learn about Partch in both theory and practice. The music was also turned into a suite independent of the film, which is performed as part of the KEBS-TV documentary, "The Music of Harry Partch;" so the DVD actually provides three perspectives on this one piece of music.

The real fun begins, however, with "U. S. Highball," which, along with "Barstow," is a "hobo" composition. The film alternates between the ensemble performing the composition and footage of the sorts of freight trains and railroad yards around which hobo life and transportation were based. I have now seen this film several times and have no qualms about saying how exhilarating I find each viewing.

It takes some listening to get used to Partch's tuning. He developed his system in search of a better sound for the interval of a major third, which, in its purest form is a 5:4 ratio. The approximation of twelve equal steps to the octave is not a particularly good one; but that system has an excellent perfect fifth, the 3:2 ratio. The problem is that just about every effort to improve the third make the fifth sound worse, and Partch's solution is no exception. Indeed, I had one colleague who could not stand listening to the old Columbia recording, because she could only hear it as "out of tune;" but, of course, the whole reason that Partch built his instruments the way he did was to be able to play those "out of tune" pitches!

The one problem that this creates is that Partch's music can seldom be played on instruments other than those of his own making. Perhaps the most notable exception is that Ben Johnston (who has also been interested in composing with pitches other than those of the octave divided into twelve equal parts) composed an arrangement of "Barstow" for string quartet, which was recorded by the Kronos Quartet. This is nice as far as it goes, but fidelity to Partch's pitches is still a far cry from fidelity to his sounds. The 1981 performance on the DVD is far more satisfying for the quality of those sounds.

Given the difficulties in arranging a performance of Partch's work, it is unlikely that he will ever have a large following. This makes the DVD all the more valuable, since most of us will have to make do with the "vicarious" experiences it offers. Nevertheless, I was personally glad to see that there is still at least one ensemble making an effort to arrange Partch concerts in 2006. They probably are not in a good position to do a lot of touring; but, given the right opportunity and circumstances, I would be all to happy to come to them!

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

"You don't want me as the chief operating officer."

Quite a lot has been made of this remark that Barak Obama made at the beginning of this week while campaigning in Carson City, Nevada. It even made its way into last night's debate. However, this is the sort of one-liner that deserves not to be pulled out of context. Fortunately, John McCormick has given us what appears to be the full context on his The Swap blog for the Baltimore Sun:

You know what you can't do? You can't put me in charge of some paper. I will lose it. You don't want me as the chief operating officer. But that's not my job. I'm not a systems guy. I'm not somebody who could make sure that, you know, everything is running on time.

To add to the context, let me also offer Tim Dickinson's reading of this remark, which he posted on his National Affairs blog for Rolling Stone as part of his debate wrap-up:

I fear we’re in for a more of this Chief Operating Officer discussion. It was an odd, unforced error for Obama to admit earlier this week that he wouldn’t make a good COO. He played it off tonight as if that job were no more than paper pushing, but I don’t think most Americans really have any nuanced appreciation of the distinction between a COO and a CEO. It’s all the boss, and Obama kinda said he wasn’t all that good at boss stuff.

Those nuances that distinguish the COO from the CEO have a lot to do with the specifics of the organization being run, as does the influence of the Board of Directors. When you think about that, it is not that different from the ways in which the power structure changes from one administration to the next in the Federal government. The real issue is whether or not Obama really feels (or meant to say) that he is not "all that good at boss stuff." Whether we like it or not, our government is constituted around the exercise of authority; and, as Truman reminded us, the authority buck stops at the desk in the Oval Office. If Obama is not into the authority dimension of governance, then is the Executive branch the best place for him?

For all of my dedication to our Constitution, I am not sure it would be a good idea to view it (particularly Sections 2 and 3 of Article II) as a job description for the office of the Presidency. Even an originalist would probably admit that nature of the job itself has evolved since the Constitution was ratified. So, while Article II should still be honored, it really does not "define the job" that a President ought to be doing. Nevertheless, Section 2 invokes the noun "Power" (capitalized as quoted) in all three of its paragraphs; so, even if it does not cover all the details, the language strikes me as pretty clear that much of what a President does is exercise authority.

This takes us back to the full context for Obama's remark. He is not shying away from exercising authority, which reveals a misreading on Dickinson's part: He did not "kinda" say that "he wasn’t all that good at boss stuff." He did say he was "not a systems guy;" but, in spite of the number of business schools that still believe that management can only be taught and practiced within the domain of systems theory, this is not the same thing as "boss stuff." Indeed, the reason I keep hauling out Isaiah Berlin's "Political Judgement" essay is because of the strong case it makes that not only are "academic" perspectives such as systems theory not necessary in the effective exercise of authority but also they may do more harm than good by interfering with other factors that might contribute to more effective judgment. Furthermore, if you do not want to wade through Berlin's admittedly dense prose, consider the case of Robert McNamara, who, in many respects, may be viewed as the first "systems guy" to serve in a position of authority in the Executive branch of our government; and consider how much of what he discusses in The Fog of War can be traced back to bad decisions made under the influence of systems theory!

So, whatever Dickinson may think about "boss stuff," the fact that Obama has declared that he is "not a systems guy" may be more of an asset than a liability. The factor that will determine whether that "may" can be converted to an "is," however, lies in whether or not Obama will be able to talk to systems guys, because, these days, it is impossible to run any organization without running into them; and, having spent some time "on the inside," I know just how good these guys can be at turning "objective data and analyses" into blue smoke and mirrors. If Obama is the sort whose eyes glaze over in the presence of a graph or a mathematical formula, he may be too susceptible to the influence of the systems guys. He may not be able to respond with the critical questions that can poke holes in their over-inflated balloons; and, as a result, he will run the risk of caving in to their influence, thus going down the same tragic path that McNamara was fated to tread. In other words whether or not Obama is really suitable to exercise the authority of the Presidency really comes down to how he will be able to deal with those who try to influence him with language and methods that he may not understand very well. If he can deal with them, then my knowing that he has that capability may be a factor in my deciding to vote form him when I get my turn here in California!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The Dark Side of Captive Breeding

For many years my wife and I were enthusiastic supporters of Wildlife Preservation Trust International (WPTI). We had learned about the organization on the final page of Gerald Durrell's book, The Stationary Ark, described on its dust-jacket as "A warm, wise and funny account of his struggles to create the perfect zoo." I had enjoyed Durrell's writing since I first encountered it in My Family and Other Animals, so I was drawn to this particular volume as a narrative account of the author's efforts to turn an ideal vision into a reality. As a result of becoming WPTI members, we got to see that reality on the Channel Island of Jersey (while also indulging in some tourism that we had not previously anticipated, the most interesting being the neighboring island of Sark). Obviously, the "Durrell zoo" was presented to us in the most favorable possible light, as was its underlying ideology: The primary function of a zoo should be the captive breeding of endangered species; any other services (such as exposing the general public to the extensive diversity of wildlife) are secondary. It probably helped that, as strong supporters of the Los Angeles Zoo (where, during our stay in Los Angeles, we "adopted" two animals and one tile in a new exhibition space), we had carried a certain "prestige by association," because the Los Angeles Zoo had strong ties, both ideological and personal, to the Jersey zoo. When we eventually let our WPTI membership lapse, it was not out of any disagreement with or opposition to their activities, but as result of economizing by reviewing the priorities of our tax-deductible donations.

Over the years, however, I have become more and more skeptical of any ideology and more and more likely to tease out arguments to challenge such ideologies (my most recent example on this blog being my interest in Michael Pollan taking on the ideology of "nutritionism"). So it is that, for all the joy I derived from reading Durrell and subsequently visiting his "perfect zoo," I now find myself questioning his ideology in light of recent "zoo news." Most important is probably what I would like to call the "consequences of Knut" (since another of my favorite themes on this blog has been the need to recognize that all actions have consequences). Just to be honest about my own position, I was as caught up in the story of "cute Knut" at the Berlin Zoo as anyone, sharing each new batch of photographs with my wife and animal-loving colleagues; but last July I also made it a point to write a post that Knut was not going to stay cute forever. Now we have the provisionally-named Snowflake (actually "Flocke") at the Nuremberg Zoo and the same media players recognizing that there is good business in photographs of baby animals.

This time around, however, things began on controversial notes that just seem to be getting more dissonant. The Nuremberg curators had two pregnant polar bears in their enclosure; and they decided that it was important not to interfere with the natural processes of birth and early child-rearing. Here is how deputy director Helmut Mägdefrau put it to SPIEGEL ONLINE:

Berlin Zoo did a terrific job hand-rearing Knut from day one. But we want to avoid Knutomania at all costs. If people spend hours queuing up to see a polar bear cub, there's something wrong.

Mägdefrau elaborated on his position as follows:

If something goes wrong, it goes wrong. If you don't let the mothers practice, they'll never learn how to bring up their cubs. We have two young mothers here and if something goes wrong they'll always have other opportunities.

Well, true to Murphy's Law, things did go wrong; and Frank Thadeusz now has an extended analysis of the "state of play" at SPIEGEL ONLINE. Here is how he set up that analysis with what actually happened in Nuremberg:

In early January, two pregnant polar bears at Nuremberg Zoo in Bavaria showed the public just how merciless nature really is -- and delivered a dose of bad PR to the polar bear cause.

One of the females, Vera, staggered through the enclosure with her cub, still blind after birth, in her mouth, dropping it on the stone surface several times. Zoo personnel removed the cub after concluding that the bear was incapable of raising her own young. A short time later another female, Vilma, attacked her twin cubs and promptly ate them.

However, this turned out to be more than a simple tale of Tennyson's "nature, red in tooth and claw," as Thadeusz discovered by going to a nature expert:

But for biologists the events in Nuremberg are not surprising. "Attempts to breed polar bears in zoos fail in 70 to 80 percent of cases," says Frank Albrecht, an animal conservation expert.

These failures are documented by the international polar bear breeding records -- a sort of Arctic stud book -- maintained by the zoo in the northern German city of Rostock. The damning records are kept tightly under wraps -- and for good reason, Albrecht believes. If the records were more accessible, "people would think that there was something a bit fishy about the whole business," he says.

In other words Albrecht was holding up to question that ideological position on the merit of captive breeding, at least where polar bears are involved. This, of course, has its own consequences for public relations, since the threat to the natural habitat of the polar bear has become a measure issue for those concerned about the climate crisis. Here is some more of the "expert opinions" that Thadeusz turned up in his research:

But despite public perception, polar bears in zoos endure a wretched existence. "Keeping polar bears in enclosures is as unnatural for the species as locking a child in a tiny room for the rest of his life," says Rüdiger Schmiedel, director of the German Bear Foundation.

Given the conditions of captivity, Vilma's gruesome attack on her own offspring is not surprising. In their natural environment, polar bears, which are typically loners, rarely encounter other adult members of their species.

In a zoo, on the other hand, the animals are intensively exposed to the smells of their fellow bears in neighboring enclosures. This orgy of scent is extremely stressful for the bears, especially the females, and usually has devastating consequences for their upcoming motherhood. "Any minor disturbance can lead to failure," says Albrecht.

After a series of incidents that were frustrating for staff and horrifying for visitors, zoos in the German cities of Leipzig, Erfurt, Halle, Schwerin, Duisburg and Frankfurt abandoned any plans to increase their polar bear inventories through internal breeding programs.

Even worse was an observation by zoo biologist Peter Arras, who described Knut's current behavior, now at the age of a young adult, as psychopathic.

This analysis had a particularly strong impact on me, not just because of my previous endorsement of captive breeding but also because it offered another light for viewing the recent tragedy at the San Francisco Zoo. Fortunately, the San Francisco Bay Guardian was able to recruit a reporter with even more direct experience than Thadeusz had. The result was an extended analysis with the rather rare feature of a first-person subhead, reflecting the position of author Craig McLaughlin from the get-go:

I grew up with tigers. I built tiger pens. And the tiger grotto at the privatized San Francisco Zoo was a disaster waiting to happen

The "disaster" in this case involved Tatiana, a Siberian tiger, attacking three young men visiting the zoo, killing one of them and then being killed, as McLaughlin put it, "for being a tiger." McLaughlin's article never takes a stand on captive breeding. Rather it is written as an analysis of what happens when the people in charge do not know what they are doing, which generalizes beyond captive breeding to the entire question of how a zoo should be operated.

Taken together, polar bears and tigers have a lot to teach us about what I have come to regard as the most dangerous barbarism in the English language: edutainment. Yes, there is much to be learned from the behavior of all animals, regardless of how near or far they may be from us in current taxonomic classifications. However, as long as zoos have to labor under obligations to be run as successful businesses, it is unreasonable to assume that they will provide us with educational value where animal behavior is concerned; and, even worse, it is unreasonable to assume that their operational interest in entertainment will be anything but harmful to the animals they keep. To be fair Durrell never wanted to be interested in entertainment (except when it came to making his prose entertaining); but we have no idea if his position is or will be shared by the once and future management of the Jersey zoo. (By the same count, Durrell was never interested in educating the general public but only the small sector of the community of biologists concerned about endangered species.) Thus the more general lesson that concerns me involves a broader question: If the interests of edutainment lead to such disastrous consequences where animal behavior is concerned, what kinds of consequences are likely to ensue from other bodies of subject matter? Think about that the next time you get a pitch from an "edutainment evangelist!"

Monday, January 14, 2008

"… everything we do is really about the reader"

I need to return to just why it is I feel so strongly that "caveat lector" is more than just a play on the oldest warning in the marketplace. It has to do with how dangerous it is for us to be passive readers, whether it involves our eyes wandering idly across a sheet of newsprint, our ears vaguely monitoring some reporter on the radio while waiting for the light to change, or our habit of using the television as a substitute for dinner-time conversation. Andy Rosenthal, editor of the editorial page for The New York Times, may have told John Koblin of The New York Observer "that everything we do is really about the reader" (in an interview about "a recent Maureen Dowd column published with a 'Derry, N.H.' dateline even though she filed it from Jerusalem"); but what he revealed was a model of reader behavior that, at best, is highly demanding and, at worst, is dangerously manipulative. (There is also the "blissfully ignorant" position between those two extremes; but, for the purposes of this particular argument, I shall let that option slide.) Given how much (particularly digital) ink has been spilled on the worst possible interpretation of his words (Koblin cited the Columbia Journalism Review as an example), I would like to explore the positive alternative, because it may ultimately be an injunction for just to change our reading practices from passive to active. If this is the case, just what does it mean to be an active reader?

My answer to this question is basically motivated by the caveat lector rule. I would like to propose that today's reader of news and commentary needs to subject any "text" (scare quotes added to accommodate the full variety of media) to three validating procedures:

  1. Authentication
  2. Accountability
  3. Asset management

(I am hoping that, by formulating these as three As, they will be easy to remember, because we shall have to carry them with us in all of our reading situations.) Let me deal with each of these in turn.

In my Shorter Oxford English Dictionary the third definition of "authentic" is "Entitled to belief as stating or according with fact; reliable, trustworthy." I take authentication to be the means by which we determine whether or not a text is authentic according to this definition. At the micro-level it deals with questions such as whether or not a story about events in New Hampshire published under a New Hampshire dateline can be traced back to the author's presence in New Hampshire to witness those events. Given how mobile reporters now are, I can appreciate why Rosenthal chose to call a dateline a "kind of anachronism." Indeed, it reflects on my personal experience: I write about performances of music and opera; but I do not file my posts from my seat in Davies Symphony Hall. As must have been evident from my last such post, I need time to reflect on the experience before writing about it; and, when I am ready to write, I often have to draw on a lot of reference material that is available at my home. Of course the blogosphere does not require me to provide a dateline, and that is why I am sympathetic with Rosenthal. To do so would, indeed, by anachronistic.

However, there is also a macro-level of authentication. This involves a recent comment I made that "the most important thing an editor can do is to ask, 'Really?' in response to any copy handed to him/her." This, too, gets to the heart of that definition of "authentic," not at the level of any specific detail but at the level of whether or not the "story," taken as a whole, "makes sense." This is not easy matter (which is why it is so important); and, for all of his fulminations, I cannot, for the life of me, figure out whether or not Rosenthal recognizes this as part of his job description (which is why I make comments about losing faith in The New York Times as a "signal source").

This takes us to the issue of accountability. This is the recognition that one or more individuals are responsible for what you are reading; and you, as a reader, have a right to know who they are. As we have seen in some of the more blatant Wikipedia horror stories, this is particularly important when the text is about you; but, regardless of the subject matter, it is a problem that is more likely to surface on the Internet than in print journalism. However, even in print journalism we run into the problem of "protected sources," whose authenticity must be taken on faith; and for an active reader taking anything on faith can be a dangerous proposition!

Finally, we have the matter of asset management, which (with apologies to John Donne) involves little more than the precept that no story is an island unto itself. To invoke a radically different culture, it is a reflection of the premise of the Vedic thinkers (including those who wrote the texts of the Upanishads) that the discovery of connections constitutes knowledge. We never understand any story in isolation; we only understand it through its connection to a context of other stories. Thus, we are not only responsible for establishing the authentication and accountability of what we read; we are also responsible for remembering what we read in anticipating the impact that our "past reading history" will have on our "present reading behavior." Of course we are all familiar with the ways in which memory can fail us when we most need it; so, not withstanding Platonic parables about the dangers of writing systems, writing is often the best way in which we can reinforce our memories. If we then choose to write into a blog, we may even enjoy the luxury of a search engine as a further extension of our capacity for memory.

I called these three enumerated items "validating procedures." The "big picture" is that "active reading" is all about the things we do (activities) to distinguish signal from noise in what we read. The passive reader takes it for granted that the text is all signal; the active reader knows better. In other words Rosenthal is, as I previously suggested, laying down some pretty heavy demands for what a reader of The New York Times is supposed to do.

Is this a reasonable demand? I find it hard to believe that anyone trying to read the Times while riding the Long Island Railroad or the A Train would think so. Indeed, I suspect it would be very difficult to be such an active reader without a broadband responsive connection to the Internet; and, unless I am mistaken, your iPhone is not going to get that on the A Train (thus dodging the question of whether or not you are in an appropriate mental state for active reading at all while riding the subway in New York)! Thus my effort to put a positive spin on what Rosenthal told Koblin has hit a pretty solid brick wall, because he is as much as saying that he is not putting out a newspaper that we can read with our usual newspaper-reading habits. Put another way, while he may have been right in calling datelines a "kind of anachronism," they are a necessary anachronism for the way most of us read our daily newspapers. Furthermore, to continue that particular quote in Koblin's article, datelines are not "a little bit of an affectation," because their necessity means that they are not an affectation at all!

Let's take this one more level: Is active reading a reasonable demand at all? On the one hand it certainly is if you want to obey that caveat; but in "real life" caveat lector should probably he handled the same way as caveat emptor. When I buy a half gallon of milk at Safeway, I check the expiration date; but I do not mount a full-scale investigation of the source for Safeway's own brand of milk. I take it for granted that, if Safeway is doing something dodgy with the milk they are selling me, I will learn it through my news sources, hopefully sooner rather than later. So I can be a wary buyer without deep-ending my wariness for every purchase I make; and I believe that we can be wary readers in exactly the same way. To use the example that Rosenthal put to Koblin, if I read somewhere "that all the reporters from the New York Times are Martians," then I know that it is time for me to kick in my skills that address authentication, accountability, and asset management; but I probably do not have to do this if I read that O'Hare Airport has been shut down by a major blizzard.

I have another strategy that also generally works for me: If I am going to make a heavy investment of my active reading cycles, I would like to be rewarded for my efforts. Thus, I get a lot of satisfaction out of having to read The New York Review actively; and that satisfaction serves as a sort of emotional reward. At the opposite extreme I find nothing rewarding in debunking anything that appears in The National Enquirer, which is why not even idle curiosity in the Safeway checkout line draws me to that rag.

Yesterday my wife and I happened to watch the Book TV broadcast of a talk Michael Pollan gave about In Defense of Food at the Free Library of Philadelphia. (Ironically, we watched this right after we had returned from our weekly trip to Safeway!) Pollan has gotten so much attention in promoting this book that many of us have probably committed his three rules for eating to memory:

  1. Eat food
  2. Not a lot
  3. Mostly plants

What I enjoyed about his talk was the way it which he exposed "nutritionism" as an ideology that, like most ideologies, is more likely to do harm than good. His rules amount to saying that we can get beyond such an ideology with little more than basic common sense (just as those before us did before that ideology had even been conceived). The same is probably true of how we approach reading and how we decide when we need to be active, rather than passive. It leaves me wondering if the whole reason the media business wants to overwhelm us with so much "content" (scare quotes intended) is that they do better business when we abandon such common sense (and start reading things like The National Enquirer)!

Giving Chutzpah the Silent Treatment

While we're on the subject of chutzpah, Hannah Allam, of McClatchy Newspapers, posted a nice analysis yesterday of the "progress" of Bush's anti-Iranian agenda in the Middle East, which was the basis for his sixth Chutzpah of the Week award last week. Those scare quotes reflect Allam's conclusion, summarized in her headline by the polite phrase "cool response" (which is why my Title suggests that a good way to respond to being on the receiving end of chutzpah is to ignore it). Here is the heart of Allam's analysis, which I found very well-considered:

But Bush appears unlikely, based on the regional reaction to his address, to find many Arabs to heed his alarms against Iran, a powerful neighbor and trading partner. Nor did many endorse his speech's other theme — a vision of "free and just society" featuring broad political participation and a voice for moderate Muslims in a region where money and family are common keys to leadership.

Even political analysts here who share Bush's democratic vision said that his speech painted over the daily reality for most inhabitants of the Middle East, an oil-rich region where power is largely inherited and human rights violations abound.

Whether chastising Iran or praising Palestinian elections, analysts said, Bush left out key facts that would have offered a messier — and more true-to-life — portrait of the modern Middle East.

"Iran is a neighbor, we have to deal with that," said Ambassador Ibrahim Mohieldin, director of the Arab League's Americas department. "The U.S. is thousands of miles away from Iran - it's OUR national security that will be affected" if leaders agree to keep Tehran isolated at Washington's request.

Allam also included a wonderfully perceptive quote from Manar Shorbagy, an associate professor who teaches a course on U.S. politics at the American University in Cairo:

Talking about freedom when you're occupying two countries in the region: Afghanistan and Iraq. Talking about justice while you're against the (Palestinian) right of return. Talking about democracy while you're against elected groups you don't like...Was he listening to himself?

Given my recent exploration of the "echo chamber" theme, particularly in Washington, I would say that Shorbagy hit the nail squarely on the head, leading me to wonder whether the best place to learn about our political practices these days might be on his American University campus in Cairo!

Chutzpah CONTRA Chutzpah

Given the amount of time it took to make a choice for last week's chutzpah award, this may be premature; but, in the interest of timeliness (rather than "Internet speed journalism"), I am going to stick out my neck on an early selection. In the spirit of efficiency that emerged from the decision to announce the Golden Globe Awards at a news conference, let me "cut to the chase" and announce that the Chutzpah of the Week award for this week will be going to NBC Universal (unless they get trumped by a real whopper). For those who did not hear the reason for this selection on the morning news, here is Andrew Malcolm's version as it appeared on his Top of the Ticket blog for the Los Angeles Times:

Kucinich thought he'd made the cut for this coming week's MSNBC Democratic debate in Las Vegas before the Jan. 19 caucus. He got the invitation and everything. But a day or so later he was un-invited to attend, a kind of Don't Bother to RSVP.

According to a campaign news release, Kucinich, the only Democratic candidate who voted against the Iraq war, was informed that the original announced criteria to participate in the desert debate had been suddenly changed and now he didn't qualify anymore.

The original participation criteria required a candidate to be in at least fourth place in a national poll. But NBC changed it to include only the top three candidates, and you'll never guess who they are: Hillary Clinton, John Edwards and Barack Obama. Nevermind Democratic Party solidarity, those three agreed to show up, and Kucinich is out in the cold or however less warm it gets in Las Vegas this time of year.

But wait a minute. Since New Mexico Gov. Bill Richardson dropped out of the race this week and former Sen. Mike Gravel hasn't really been doing anything related to campaigning, let's see, that leaves only four Democratic candidates left, which even according to new math, would have Kucinich in fourth place, right?

A secondary reason is that this kind of rule-changing not only undermines a democratic process that is already under siege in Nevada as a result of inter-union conflicts but also reinforces Brian Lowry's observations in Variety about NBC's lame attempts to provide "entertaining" coverage of the Golden Globes. As Lowry put it, watching what was actually broadcast "merely reminded us how rarely the network devotes precious primetime shelf space to serious news, inviting questions about NBC's priorities;" and it is this issue of the priorities of serious news that is at stake in Kucinich's "un-invitation." There may also be a tertiary reason, which is that it takes a certain amount of chutzpah to try to dismiss a would-be candidate for whom chutzpah, itself, may be a major strategic weapon (hence, my Title); after all, in the relatively brief time spent trying to win his party's nomination and the even briefer coverage he has received from the media, Dennis Kucinich has managed to rack up two of his own Chutzpah of the Week awards (both for the positive connotation of the term, as opposed to the negative connotation associated with this week's award).

In conclusion I propose that this week's award be personally accepted by Jeff Zucker (who runs NBC Universal); and, in the tradition of the way those guys deal with awards, he will also receive a "swag bag" containing a name-plate for his desk in which has been engraved the text, "The Chutzpah Stops Here!"

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Continuing Interest in Samuel Barber

The high point of my opportunity to hear Deborah Voigt perform with the San Francisco Symphony finally came last night. While I had been looking forward to hearing how she and Michael Tilson Thomas would deliver a performance of Richard Strauss' Four Last Songs, the high point of her visit turned out to be another reminder that more attention needs to be paid to Samuel Barber. "Andromache's Farewell," written in 1963, finally received its first San Francisco Symphony performance. The date is situated between the two full-length operas that the Metropolitan Opera had commissioned, Vanessa (1958) and Antony and Cleopatra (1966), as well as after Barber's little nine-minute wonder, A Hand of Bridge. Conceived as a concert piece, "Andromache's Farewell" is basically a musical setting of a single scene from Euripides' The Trojan Women, set to an English translation by John Patrick Creagh, prepared at Barber's request.

This is a radical departure from the only other encounter that I know of that Barber had with Greek drama, Martha Graham's interpretation of Medea's betrayal by Jason and her subsequent act of revenge, first produced under the title "Serpent's Heart" but known today as "Cave of the Heart." Graham being Graham, this dance had almost nothing to do with Euripides, but provided an excellent example of the broad palette of sounds Barber could summon, even when working with the limited resources of a pit orchestra. Barber's score also became a target of scorn in the academic music world, primarily because of the boogie-woogie piano sound he conceived from Graham's solo of Medea plotting her revenge.

"Andromache's Farewell" has the luxury of far richer orchestral resources; but the academics of Barber's day probably continued to grumble over the "accessibility" of both his melodic lines and his harmonic colors. Nevertheless, The Trojan Women is probably one of the most gut-wrenching of all the plays in the Aeschylus/Sophocles/Euripides canon; and, when effectively produced, this particular scene can be one of the hardest to take. Here we have the wife of Hector (who, in the final days of the siege of Troy, was not only slain by Achilles but then had his body dragged in the dust around the walls of Troy for the entire population to see) now forced to give up her son to be put to death by the conquering Greeks (the logic being that, if the boy were allowed to live, he would grow up to seek revenge for the indignities visited on his father in both life and death). It is probably the most difficult part to play when the drama is staged, since Andromache is torn between the need to maintain her royal composure (such as it was, since all the "Trojan women" were fated to become slaves of the Greeks) and the implacable grief of not only losing the last person of value to her but also knowing the violent way in which he will die. So, if intellectuals want to complain that Barber's music is too heart-on-sleeve for their standards of twentieth-century music, the loss is theirs. Barber and Creagh knew exactly what this dramatic situation demanded and delivered with the full impact of their craft.

Both Thomas and Voigt seemed to understand what was at stake in performing this work; and they, too, "delivered with the full impact of their craft." The text takes Andromache through a broad spectrum of emotions that reflect her inner conflict, and Voigt drew upon a minimum of physical gesture and a maximum of vocal skill to allow us to bear witness to those emotions. Thomas managed those rich orchestral resources as surely as he has managed the equally rich resources of his Mahler performances, always supporting Voigt and only dominating during the musical intervals between the individual episodes of the scene. Voigt's biography in the program indicated that she and Thomas will be taking this performance to Carnegie Hall in March, where, I hope, the work will be received as warmly as it was last night.

It is hard to imagine "Andromache's Farewell" being paired with a work of greater contrast than those Four Last Songs. Even Mozart showed some of his finest work when cutting to the bone of Greek tragedy; and, whatever their virtues may be, Hermann Hesse and Josef von Eichendorff are just not in the same league as Euripides. Furthermore, for all the joy I take in Strauss' command of those rich orchestral resources, I would be so bold as to suggest that the heart-on-sleeve accusation probably fits the Four Last Songs much better than it fits "Andromache's Farewell." This is not to deny that the Strauss mini-cycle does not have some really effective moments; but there was at least one orchestral coda (for "September") that landed with what almost felt like a heavy-handed jolt. I have to wonder whether or not the entire performance might have suffered from having to share rehearsal time with "Andromache's Farewell." The final scene from Salome (which Voigt had performed on the Symphony's European tour last summer) would probably have made a better companion piece; but it is hard to imagine even the strongest soprano being able to deliver full-out on that pairing, even with the benefit of an intermission between them!

The orchestral side of the program was represented by beginning with Oliver Knussen's third symphony and ending with Beethoven's fourth. While the Knussen symphony was dedicated to Thomas, who conducted its first performance with the Boston Symphony Orchestra in 1979, this was its first performance by the San Francisco Symphony. That is probably one of only two attributes it shares with "Andromache's Farewell," the other being (once again) those rich orchestral resources. While Thomas May's program notes describe Knussen's music as tending "toward a kind of concentrated brevity, expressed through his exquisitely crafted sound world," I have to say that, while this symphony may have been shorter than "Andromache's Farewell," it felt about twice as long. The reason I suspect is that it comes across as all "exquisitely crafted sound," best appreciated by watching the way the center of activity migrates around the orchestra's stage area without ever really establishing a rhetorical compass that leads the ear from one sound to the next.

This is not to dismiss the compositional impact of "exquisitely crafted sound," since that is an attribute that sustained both Strauss and Barber. It is only to raise the question of what is expected of the listener. Last season, when Osmo Vänskä conducted Kalevi Aho's Louhi, I found myself confronted with a similar listening question. My former colleague, who had joined me at that performance, asked if I had really gotten anything out of it; and my honest reply was, "I don't know; all I do know is that I would like to hear it again." I find that I do not feel as generous towards Knussen's third symphony, and it may be for no reason other than Aho having a sense of brevity that was more consistent with my listening habits.

Finally, it is regrettable that the San Francisco Chronicle did not seem to have any column space left over for Beethoven's fourth symphony. Regular readers know that I particularly enjoy the works where Beethoven lets down his guard and displays his wit. Given that the fourth symphony sits between the "Napoleonic" third and the "fate-laden" fifth, it is not the first place where one might seek such wit. On the other hand the "Eroica" must have taken a lot out of the guy, so he probably needed an opportunity to hang loose. (This was the "excuse" John Adams once gave for the gag-heavy "Grand Pianola Music," which was composed in the wake of a far more serious project.) Beethoven's wit is primarily displayed through sharp dynamic contrasts; and, working with a reduced orchestra, Thomas homed in in just the right way to play this without overplaying it. Those contrasts are at their most extreme in the final movement, which, in another world, probably could have served as the soundtrack for a "Roadrunner" cartoon (and Anthony Tommasini, of The New York Times, thought Prokofiev wrote "Looney Tunes" music)! I also have to confess that, since I know Beethoven did some settings of English and Irish folk songs, I have always wondered if the trio of the third movement was deliberately composed to scan the text of an old English drinking song, usually sung as a round composed by John Blow:

'Tis Women makes us Love,
'Tis Love that makes us sad,
'Tis sadness makes us Drink,
And Drinking makes us Mad.

Admittedly, this seems to have more to do with The Rake's Progress than with any Beethoven symphony; but, for my money, Beethoven had a better sense of humor than Stravinsky!

Entropic Discourse

Last month I concluded a post I had written about Frank Luntz with the following proposition:

Entropy is not restricted to the objective physical world of thermodynamics. There are many other processes that inevitably devolve into chaos; and, whether we like it or not, political discourse may be one of those processes.

It seems as if, ever since I made that assertion, the world of electoral politics has been awash with examples to reinforce it. The most blatant example has probably been the response to the results of the New Hampshire primaries, particularly since the chaos has moved in on this very blog, where my attempt to analyze a "rush to judgment" has resulted in questions that involve not only confirming positions through argumentation but also the relationship of the blogosphere to "historical record." However, as I have previously argued, we just have to accept the fact that the blogosphere is a place where signal is obliged to slug it out with noise; but, if we are really interested in getting at the signal, we can usually draw upon the rest of the Web for assistance. The more important problem, which I continue to try to call out as examples arise, is the erosion of our more traditional institutions of journalism, a topic that is now interesting enough to find its way into the narrative for the current season of The Wire.

There is a certain irony in the fact that the most recent of my examples was posted with the title "Does Reuters Read THE NEW YORK TIMES?," because the Times now seems to be the source of some noise that is propagating with disquieting rapidity. The topic involves what Hillary Clinton did or did not denote and/or connote in remarks she made this past Monday about Martin Luther King. Greg Sargent has been tracking the "noise propagation process" on his Horse's Mouth blog; and the post he filed early this morning (Eastern Time) to "review the bidding" has been updated to report that the noise is now being propagated by Tim Russert on Meet the Press.

Personally, I lost faith in the Times as a "signal source" after the Judith Miller affair surfaced in all of its ugly glory; but that is not the important point here. The point has more to do with the willing acceptance of noise propagating as easily as it does, which leads me to wonder whether the slugfest of the blogosphere may ultimately prevail over traditional journalism, not because it is more reliable or more entertaining, but because, since it is part of the Internet, it is easier for readers to pursue the penetrating questions that responsible editors used to ask. Caveat lector is more than just a play on the oldest warning in the marketplace. It is a reminder that the media (in this case, including the blogosphere) have become a marketplace; and all the judicious caution that we need to exercise when we buy stuff must also kick in when we are reading what purports to be news. This will never be an easy matter, but I have the credit the Internet with helping to make it a feasible one.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

The Coltrane-Flanagan Collection

This morning I submitted a comment on Truthdig to the effect that writing about music and musicians was far better for my spirits than writing about politics and politicians. This gave me a chance to celebrate publicly that the San Francisco Symphony has returned from their Christmas break, and it made me realize how hungry I am to resume attending live performances. So, by way of "priming my pump" for tonight's concert, I have decided to reflect on what some (probably including myself) would regard as one of the most important recordings ever made in the history of jazz.

By way of introduction, my decision to check Eunmi Shim's new book, Lennie Tristano: His Life in Music, out of the San Francisco Public Library reminded me that, some time ago, I had purchased a copy of John Coltrane: His Life and Music, by Lewis Porter, an earlier volume in a series of jazz titles published by The University of Michigan Press. The thing about Coltrane is how radically opinions about him diverge. I am sure there are those who, having been set up by the phrase "one of the most important recordings ever made in the history of jazz," felt an enormous letdown when this paragraph suggested that I was going to be writing about Trane. At the other extreme there are probably those champing at the bit for me to disclose which of the many major recordings of Coltrane I happen to have in mind. Indeed, Porter's book covers both Giant Steps and Kind of Blue in the same chapter because their respective recording sessions are separated by less than twelve months (Giant Steps in early 1959 and Kind of Blue in early 1960). These sessions are also important for the awesome contributions of their respective sidemen (not to mention that Kind of Blue was led by Miles Davis); and, indeed, Porter's account did much to trigger memories of one of those sidemen.

So, to break the suspense, the recording is Giant Steps; and the sideman is pianist Tommy Flanagan. I feel very fortunate to have heard Flanagan not too long before he died. It arose from the happy accident of a business trip to Manhattan with one of my former colleagues. We knew we had the evenings to ourselves, and we knew we had two of them. So my colleague opted for the Alvin Ailey Dance Company at City Center, and I saw that Flanagan was playing with his trio at Birdland. At the time I knew Flanagan more by "historical reputation" than by specific listening experiences. I really wanted to change that, and I am glad I was able to do so before it was too late.

Nevertheless, it took Porter to remind me that Flanagan was the pianist for the tracks released on Giant Steps, as well as of his previous association with Trane. Here is Flanagan's personal memory of Coltrane:

I had heard him with Monk before, and even before he was with Monk I'd heard him with Miles and I knew Paul [Chambers] of course from Detroit. Just from visiting [the Davis band] I got to know Trane, and I loved his playing. For my first record date, I called him—that date they called "The Cats" [Prestige Records, April 18, 1957].

Porter also cites one of Flanagan's more music-specific memories:

I had a song on there ["The Cats"] that was difficult for me, I wrote a piece called "Solacium." But I knew that Trane wouldn't have any problem with it, so I didn't hesitate to bring that to the date. … You know from that point he called me "Maestro" because of that tune, like he thought I could cover anything that he could write.

When I heard him, Flanagan was, indeed, as much of a "Maestro" as any conductor who deserves (or insists on) that sobriquet. Even more interesting was that his age was probably greater than the sum of the ages of the other two members of his trio. Neither of those guys was a "kid," in any sense of the word. One could not possible play the music I heard that night without a strong experience base in not only technique but also the "ear" necessary to comprehend what Flanagan was doing. In a better world I would have known to prepare for this evening before leaving for New York, but I still managed to make do with my own knapsack of comprehension skills.

When I wrote about the series of piano recitals that Marino Formenti gave here in San Francisco in April of 2007, I suggested that he could have organized them in terms of Titans, Olympians and heroes, and men. Within that framework, Porter's book is very much situated in the age of Olympians and heroes, reforging (rather than continuing) a world that Titans like Charlie Parker, Bud Powell, and Dizzy Gillespie had brought into being. If pressed to push the classification further, I suppose I would single out Monk, Miles, and Trane as the Olympians (and, if one wanted to invoke a cross-cultural "Holy Trinity," that would by my Father, Son, and Holy Ghost order). The rest, like Flanagan, Chambers, and Bill Evans are the heroes, ruled by the Olympians but not always following obediently. Unfortunately, when it comes to jazz I suspect I am far more reactionary than I am with classical music, since I find the jazz "men" of today far paler (if not downright boring) than the "men" of Formenti's recitals. If I had to guess at why this is the case, my working hypothesis would be that the composers Formenti presented were as capable of being good listeners as they were of being composers, while too much of today's jazz fails from an inability to listen perceptively not only to what has preceded and endured through recording but also to what is happening among one's fellow performers. I might go so far as to say that too many of today's jazz performers act as if they were in their own echo chamber, but that might lead me to drift back into politics!

Friday, January 11, 2008

A Christian Nation?

There is no better way to start an argument than to refer to the United States as "a Christian nation." However inflammatory the phrase may be, if we are to believe a post yesterday on Just Engage, "The official blog of the Jewish Council for Public Affairs," both the Democratic and Republican Parties in the state of Nevada have just added some fuel to the fire:

This year, the Nevada Democratic and Republican parties have decided to hold their primary caucuses on a Saturday, with citizens required to report by 11:30 and 9:00 AM respectively, right during morning religious services. When I called the political parties in Nevada to inquire as to whether or not there were measures being taken to help accommodate those observant Jews who wished to participate in the caucuses, I received mixed results. A young Jewish woman at the Nevada Democratic Party told me that they had tried to put caucus-sites near religious neighborhoods and synagogues so that people could walk; precinct captains would be educated about the need to write down information on behalf of observant Jews instead of asking them to sign-in and write themselves. A gentleman at the Nevada Republican Party told me that the party was not even aware of the problem, but promised to make an effort to educate precinct captains on the issue. Neither had an adequate answer as to why the caucuses had to take place on a Shabbat morning.

Nevada has one of the fastest growing Jewish populations in the country, and its 65,000-80,000 Jewish community members are expected to have a disproportionate impact on the results. I do not know how many of these Jews are observant enough to be effectively barred from participating in the caucus. I do not know how many of these Jews will be pushed into the uncomfortable position of choosing between attending synagogue and participating in a cherished American civic tradition. I DO know that it is highly unlikely that the state's political parties would choose to hold these caucuses on a Sunday morning during church services.

We already saw in Iowa that, because caucuses are not elections, they are not subject to the same regulations as elections. Nevertheless, this tells us something about "grass roots" culture; and it may be one of those "inconvenient truths" that we would prefer not to hear!

Bush Scores Again!

There was so much chutzpah going around this week that it was just too risky to issue an award too quickly. Even when it was apparent that President Bush was in the running for an unprecedented sixth award, I still felt it was necessary to hold off on deciding which of his many outrageous acts this week would be the one to earn it for him. Even now it feels as if the news keeps flowing in through the RSS feeds; but I think that, with the aid of Robin Wright of The Washington Post, I have reached a decision. What basically turned it for me is the latest effort to evolve the Rashomon-like puzzle of what actually happened this week in the Strait of Hormuz.

Before I continue with this main theme, I would like to offer a bit of an aside about Rashomon. For those unfamiliar with the connection, I am referring to the classic film by Akira Kurosawa based on a pair of stories by Ryunosuke Akutagawa, which concern acts of rape and homicide that are accounted for in seven inconsistent versions related by six different narrators, one of whom is the homicide victim speaking through a medium. While there are those who obsess over this film as a logical puzzle from which some "ground truth" must ultimately be deduced, my own approach to narrative analysis tends to converge on the framework in which all of these versions are related. That framework is the setting upon which the title is based: The half-ruined gate of Rashomon in twelfth-century Kyoto, beset by famines and civil wars. In a driving rain storm a priest, a woodcutter, and a commoner take shelter by the gate; and the versions of the stories begin to unfold. At the height of their confusion over the contradictions among these accounts, the men discover an abandoned baby. For me the film is resolved through two remarks made by the woodcutter (who has told two of the contradictory versions of the story). Relating to the contradictions, he says:

All men are selfish and dishonest. They all have excuses.

He then takes responsibility for the baby, saying:

I have six children of my own. One more wouldn't make it any more difficult.

The priest, who has been particularly distressed by the contradictions, then responds to the woodcutter:

… thanks to you, I think I will be able to keep my faith in men.

At the risk of sounding too reductive, I have decided that his "article of faith" may be summarized as: "People lie, but life goes on." As far as I am concerned, this is the only way we can view the way the news from the Straits of Hormuz played out this week.

Having said all that, let us now consider Wright's lead in today's Washington Post:

The Pentagon said yesterday that the apparent radio threat to bomb U.S. warships in the Persian Gulf last weekend may not have come from the five Iranian Revolutionary Guard speedboats that approached them -- and may not even have been intended against U.S. targets.

Naturally, we are not going to find a noun as blunt as "lie" in The Washington Post; but at least we now have one source admitting that at least one of the versions of the story is questionable. However, this is not where the chutzpah resides. That emerges a few paragraphs later:

In the radio message recorded by the Navy, a heavily accented voice said: "I am coming to you. You will explode after a few minutes." But Farsi speakers and Iranians told The Washington Post that the accent did not sound Iranian.

In part because of the threatening language, the United States has elevated the encounter into an international incident. Twice this week, President Bush criticized Iran's behavior as provocative and warned of "serious consequences" if it happens again. He is due to head today to the Gulf area, where containing Iran is expected to be a major theme of his talks in five oil-rich sheikdoms.

This, for me, is the "life goes on" part of the Rashomon perspective, because it exposes the real agenda behind Bush's trip to the Middle East. There are those who have claimed that the trip was his last-ditch effort to secure a legacy for having brought the conflict between Israelis and Palestinians to a peaceful resolution; but my guess is that this was little more than a side-show for him, which is probably why his language ran the gamut from the superficially hollow to the patently offensive (as when he tried to make light of his experience of passing through a checkpoint). No, the show in the "main tent," so to speak, is another last-ditch effort, which is to align against Iran every one of the other countries in the Middle East, not only the sheikdoms but also the Israeli government and the Palestinian Authority. This cuts to the bone of the chutzpah: the presumption that, at a time when it is virtually impossible to get Israelis and Palestinians to agree about anything, the most important thing is to get them to agree that Iran is a threat to the region, if not the entire world. If there is any good news to this story, it is that the President cannot even get his own Department of Defense to back him up on this deluded strategy (Fool me once?); but the idea that he has tried to pursue it at all seems to justify giving him the Chutzpah of the Week award!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Rush to Judgment, Internet Style

This morning my personal news-reading habits were hit by the full force of Internet speed, leaving me with a strong first-hand appreciation of "slow journalism." The episode began with the following item on Truthdig:

An unfortunate coincidence has emerged from the New Hampshire primary results that is at least worth noting, if only for the sake of trivia (or democracy): Hillary Clinton performed better, and Barack Obama worse, in counties where votes were counted using Diebold machines. Whether you call it sour grapes or citizen journalism, the Brad Blog has the details.

We have absolutely no idea how someone might have pulled something like this off, and we certainly don’t want to suggest that it is in the character of the candidate or her campaign to do so. The point is this: Voting machine security is essential to our democratic process, and remains a problem that has not been resolved.

As long as these devices have serious vulnerabilities, doubt is possible, and a healthy democracy cannot function effectively in the shadows.

This introduction was then followed by most of the Brad Blog post, which included two paragraphs marked as updates. By the time I read this, four comments had already been published, all full of righteous indignation at such a blatant affront to our democratic processes. However, I decided to click on the "Read More" link that follows any reproduced content on Truthdig before deciding whether or not to add my own voice to this crowd.

I was very glad I did this, because, while Brad's text had been reproduced almost in its entirety, the hyperlinks had been removed. Brad was actually reporting on what he had read at another source, Ben Moseley's blog, The Contrarian. I was particularly taken with Brad's praise of the responsibility with which Moseley made his case. Also, the formatting on Brad's own site made it clearer (to me at least) that the updates were Moseley's, rather than Brad's (although one could have realized this by a close reading of the Truthdig version). That sense of responsibility was affirmed in the cautious, yet critical, use of language in Moseley's conclusion to his second update:

Again, I'm not explicitly stating there has been fraud, but in a supposed democracy such as ours, skepticism is a virtue and necessity.

This was followed by a nice coda that Truthdig decided to omit (probably out of a decision to stick to the substance without dwelling on the style):

"In a supposed democracy such as ours, skepticism is a virtue and necessity."

Bless you, Mr. Moseley. For that, and for your good work on the numbers, you win the BRAD BLOG Patriot of the Week Award (if we had one.)

There are more folks pouring over the numbers, and we'll shout if we find anything else interesting. Though having ballots that were actually counted by someone, would be the most interesting thing of all.

All this left me with a desire to check out Moseley's original post. It was not that I did not trust Brad's excerpting but that, like Brad, I found that I was really enjoying reading his stuff and wanted more. It was only by doing this that I discovered that early this morning Moseley had dispatched a follow-up post with an irresistible title: "Final NH Democratic Primary Results Fraud Analysis Update: DEBUNCKED." Say it ain't so, Ben! True to the discipline of the political science student that he is in "real life," Ben continued to look at the numbers, comparing them against other sources, particularly the massive Web page of CNN exit polls broken down by all sorts of different demographic categories. This analysis led to an argument from which he could draw the following conclusion:

While I'm glad voters are interested in this and continue to be skeptical, it appears that their has been little evidence of fraud (at least on the Democratic side).

This drew a comment from Zee with an interesting beginning:

We'll see if Brad Blog front pages this.

Then we can see whether or not this subsequent analysis reflects back to Truthdig!

This all takes us back to the theme of "slow journalism" with which I began. Ever since I saw All The President's Men when it was first released, I have appreciated the extent to which the most important thing an editor can do is to ask, "Really?" in response to any copy handed to him/her. Moseley had enough discipline to put that question to himself (but not before he had released his first post). Brad, on the other hand, seems to prefer the world of the blogosphere to the world of journalism. Truthdig has at least some of its roots in journalistic tradition, though. However, this particular article was released in their "Ear to the Ground" department and can be taken as an account of "what is out there" with a caveat lector attached. At the very least, it was released with that disclaimer that the content could just as easily be sour grapes as "citizen journalism!"

My own coda is that this whole chain of events amounts to a good-news-bad-news story. The bad news is that Internet speed is still with us to enough of an extent that "citizen journalism" will continue to be a misnomer for the blogosphere. The good news is that the Internet allows us, as readers, to do more than beware; we can, as I have demonstrated in a previous post, actively follow up on what we read. If we cannot do it by tracking down hyperlinks, we can usually do it with currently available search tools. The Internet can inform us; all we need is "world enough and time" to make sure that the "information" really is signal, rather than noise!

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Does Reuters Read THE NEW YORK TIMES?

This morning Peter Graff filed a story for Reuters about the Human Terrain Team (HTT) program, which, as he writes, "embeds anthropologists with combat brigades in Iraq and Afghanistan in the hope of helping tactical commanders in the field understand local cultures." This might well be of interest to those following the war news were it not an account pretty much identical to the one that David Rohde filed from Afghanistan last October for The New York Times. The good news is that Graff did as good a job as Rohde did in reviewing both the positive and the negative sides of the whole HTT strategy, but the bad news is obvious. What took Reuters so long to decide that this was worth reporting? This is not the first time that I have raised the "This is News?" question after reading a Reuters report. I suppose that crack on The Wire about wanting to work for "a real newspaper" is just as valid for wire services!

Getting out of the Echo Chamber

Having had my rant against the "echo chamber punditry" following yesterday's primary election, let me offer some kind words for one columnist who brought a bit more perspective to his analysis. The columnist is John Nichols, who writes for The Nation and contributed a nice post hoc analysis based on "The Bradley Effect." For those unfamiliar with the terminology, he provided the following background:

The Bradley Effect refers to an electoral phenomenon first identified in the 1982 California gubernatorial election.

Tom Bradley, the popular mayor of Los Angeles, was the Democratic nominee for governor. Polls showed the African-American Democrat running well ahead of white Republican candidate George Deukmejian. Yet, when the votes were counted, Bradley lost by more than 50,000 votes.

The result made no sense. The gubernatorial election was one of the few Democratic losses in what was a good year for the party. Bradley was an able politician with a smooth style and a sound record. Analysts took a new look at the polls, which seemed sound.

It was then that they hit on the notion that white voters, not wanting to be thought to be prejudiced against an African-American candidate, had told pollsters they were for Bradley when they had always planned to vote for Deukmejian.

The phenomenon came to be referred to as "The Bradley Effect."

Nichols was also ready with an explanation for why there was not Bradley Effect in Iowa:

But there was no Bradley effect in last week's Iowa caucuses. Obama led in the polls and he led on election night. But, in Iowa, it was a public caucus where neighbors saw who neighbors backed.

There is a lot to be said for this analysis, particularly since it generalizes beyond political decision making.

For many years I followed a survey called "Eyes on the Internet," which basically tried to determine how much time the general American public spent surfing the Web and where that surfing actually took them. Each year they would approach these questions with a different method, all of which were respectable techniques in the world of survey-taking; but each year there was also a major discrepancy in the results. Anyone who tracked these studies would have concluded that there was no pornography on the Internet (or, if there was, no one way paying much attention to it)! The Bradley Effect is basically about the discrepancy between what people say and what they actually do (particularly when they assume that they are doing it privately, hence the explanation for the Iowa results). Whether one uses methods based on observations or interviews, individual behavior is influenced by the very fact that one knows that one is being surveyed. This is essentially the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle of social science: The very process of measuring affects the outcome of the measurement. We just cannot quantify the effect of the measuring process the way Heisenberg could for physical experiments.

Needless to say, this phenomenon was around long before 1982; and it even generalized beyond surveying methods. The Hawthorne Effect (named for a series of experiments on factory workers conducted between 1924 and 1932) is basically the same phenomenon applied to the problem of modifying working conditions to increase productivity. In this case the process involved not just observation but also modification, which interfered even more with the validity of the conclusions being drawn from the experiments. The point is that, whether it involves working on an assembly line, surfing the Internet, or casting a vote, the only thing we know for sure is that people do what people do. If we are lucky, we may be able to collect enough data to prepare a convincing argument that explains what they did in a particular situation; but turning an analysis of the past into a projection into the future is an extremely risky proposition, which, as I previously suggested, borders on the arrogance of telling people what reality is. Better we should appreciate the sense of reality that people have and take actions that honor it!

Where's the Chaos?

I did not know that the Associated Press had its own columnists. However, according to an Editor's Note at the end of one of his articles, that is what Ron Fournier is:

Ron Fournier has covered politics for The Associated Press for nearly 20 years. On Deadline is an occasional column.

Having slogged my way through the column (only realizing it was a column after the fact), I was at least relieved that Associated Press was not passing it off as news. This was one of those pieces that had me worried from the very first sentence (including the byline):

WASHINGTON - In the land of comebacks, Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton and John McCain revived their sagging campaigns Tuesday night and catapulted the Democratic and Republican presidential races into a surprise state of chaos.

I have been getting my news on all of our would-be Presidents from the BBC, mostly through the feeds they provide to PBS. Last night, however, BBC America ran a live special from New Hampshire, which, fortuitously enough, was aired around the time that Hillary had accumulated enough votes to be declared the winner. (McCain's victory had been acknowledged before they went on the air.) The BBC journalists have certainly caught a pretty virulent case of Primary Fever and had joined the rest of the pundits in declaring the Iowa results to be a major sea change in the respective courses for the Democratic and Republican parties. Last night they were making the same kinds of declarations; and, in true Washington Echo Chamber tradition, were doing it by interviewing fellow pundits.

Then, just as the dust is about to settle, Fournier comes out with a column from inside the Echo Chamber, declaring the Presidential races in both parties to be in "a surprise state of chaos." Having taken another columnist, Eugene Robinson of the Washington Post, to task for lacking a "sense of reality," I realize that Fournier seems to lack that same sense; but, while I get the impression that Robinson is sincere about the positions he takes (even if I disagree with his reasoning), Fournier seems more interested in eyeball-grabbing words like "chaos." From where I sit (which is neither in Washington or in any part of New Hampshire), the only "chaos" is see is in the media, which seems to be making a collective ado over having lost is compass in covering the primaries; and that chaos is nothing more than the chaos of a business trying to run at "Internet speed," when it should be enhancing that "sense of reality" through both observation and reflection.

Put another way, political reporting is making the same mess of things that financial reporting has made for quite some time, basically by invoking the same methodology. Just as financial reporters look at their numbers through very narrow temporal windows and then reinforce their interpretations in their own "echo chamber," political reporters and columnists feel compelled to account for every event in its immediate wake. To invoke a favorite metaphor of John Seely Brown, both communities suffer from the tunnel vision of looking at the world through tubes for rolls of toilet paper. What is missing is what I like to call that "long view of history," which is really the only view from which we can distinguish minor turbulence from major disruption. Of course those driven by this compulsion argue that their readers demand that they be so compelled, but are they listening to their readers or the reverberations of their echo chamber? My guess is that, while most of the people who voted in Iowa and New Hampshire do not devote large chunks of time to the study of history, they are smart enough to know that there is more to experience than the last thing that happened to you. For better or worse, one goes into the voting booth with all the baggage of one's life experience; and that accounts for far more than enduring all the campaign strategies that had been mustered to influence the choice that actually gets made on the ballot. In other words voters have a better sense of reality than all of those media voices that try to tell them what reality is. Perhaps that is why, from my point of view, the closest thing to a "sense of reality" came from John Edwards addressing is supporters after his poor showing in New Hampshire:

Up until now, about half of 1 percent of Americans have voted. Ninety-nine percent plus have not voted. And those 99 percent deserve to have their voices heard because we have had too much in America of people's voices not being heard.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

A Shock of Recognition?

Yesterday, in the course of writing about what a "contentious lot" American's are, I found myself riffing on the following proposition:

What is more interesting about American history is the ways in which a highly robust social system managed to emerge from all that contentiousness that gave little, if any, truck to such elevated concepts as "respect."

This afternoon I found Jason Linkins' post on Huffington Post concerning a statement (with video recording) made by George W. Bush in the White House Rose Garden on his legacy as President:

In the seven years that I've been the President we've had a recession, corporate scandals, the 9-11 attack, major national disasters...uhhh...two wars in Afghanistan and Iraq--all that created was uncertainty. Each one of those instances. We've been able to come through it because we've been resilient.

I could not help but wonder if he was using "resilient" in the same sense that I had used "robust." This led to a sudden chill that The Man might have actually been reading something that I wrote! The feeling quickly passed, however, when I realized that, had he seen the post, he could not have missed the text in the following paragraph:

I suspect the reason it prevails is that, while those who make it are always making messes, our culture seems to have been endowed with a talent for compensating for those messes. In other words, if we have any common goal at all, it is to apply our lives and fortunes to get out of a mess once we wake up to the fact that the mess is biting our collective asses.

On the other hand I could also see how Bush might read these last two sentences to his advantage. He might take them to mean that his role as Mess-Maker-in-Chief was the motivating factor that would eventually unite the country in a common goal. Between his approval ratings and the now fashionable jargon of change, he may be right: The country may well be united in the desire for a new President who can lead the way in undoing all the damage done by the present one!

From Chutzpah to Basket Case

In the context of my personal philosophy that ridicule tends to be more effective than outrage, Condoleeza Rice has always been an easy target, particularly as she continues to run a neck-and-neck race with President Bush over the number of Chutzpah of the Week awards accumulated. Thus, it was somewhat comforting to encounter a Washington Post story that exposed the serious side of my ridicule, as reflected by all those poor souls who are obliged to work for her. The story was filed by Karen DeYoung with the following lead:

Only 18 percent of the U.S. Foreign Service think Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice is doing a good job protecting their profession, according to a recent survey conducted by the service's union. Forty-four percent rated her performance "poor" or "very poor," the same percentage of respondents who said that "developments of the last few years" had made it less likely they would complete their careers in the Foreign Service.

Actually, my first reaction was one of surprise that the Foreign Service had a union, given that diplomatic negotiation is the very nature of the organization. However, if state, county, and municipal employees can be represented by a union, then I would think that anyone working for the Federal Government should be entitled to similar representation. Besides, given what the current administration has been doing to the budget for its own operations, an adversarial relationship between "labor" and "management" is pretty much inevitable, in which case the "labor" side should be entitled to an organization capable of exercising its best skills at statecraft in resolving such adversarial difficulties.

So, if there is an adversarial relationship, then a good place for the Foreign Service employees to begin is to build up some data that reflects the nature of their situation; and the survey about which DeYoung reported is at step in that direction. As is the case with any survey, there is the question of how representative the results are. To address this question, DeYoung provided the following background:

More than 4,300 Foreign Service members responded to the survey, which was sent electronically to all 11,500 members in late 2007. Seventy percent of respondents were posted overseas.

I do not know enough about Foreign Service operations to determine whether or not the 4300 respondents constitute a representative sample; however, the results, as reported in DeYoung's lead, are extreme enough that, at the very least, there should be an effort to gather more data. Given the nature of the work, this may not be easy and may require far more planning than the initial survey did. However, the "official" reaction of the union itself is probably justified:

John Naland, the union's president, said the survey raises "serious questions about the long-term health" of the service and "the future viability of U.S. diplomatic engagement."

Nevertheless, the results of the survey should not be particularly surprising in the context of White House policy, particularly where Homeland Security is concerned. Last year on my previous blog, I tried to address the problem of an administration that did not seem to grasp the significance of intelligence analysis, preferring, instead, to build an intelligence organization based almost entirely on field agents. I have often interpreted this as a philosophical preference for action over reflection. By its nature statecraft is also reflective; so we may be seeing an extension of this philosophy, which puts diplomats in a back seat behind those field agents and an active military. In other words the problem with the Foreign Service may be more systemic (an adjective that Rice has invoked in the past when being grilled by the Congress) than one of labor-management relations, reflecting a more general problem of what "job descriptions" are and ought to be.

The best thing about DeYoung's report is that it opens a door. In literary terms it is the "first sentence" of what could be a narrative that is as informative as it is fascinating. On the other hand the media business has exhibited a bad habit of walking away from such doors, rather than sending its reporters through them to learn enough to develop that narrative. Unfortunately, there is little we can do to influence media business strategy; so all we can do is make sure that those who represent us in Washington make it a point to go through this door, even it our so-called news services neglect to do so.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Hate Makes the World go 'Round

I was so perplexed by Bob Franken's blog post this morning on Huffington Post that I had to remind myself who he was. Fortunately, his biographical statement (probably written by himself, as is the case with similar statements for actors that one can read in Playbill) quickly tweaked my memory:

Bob Franken has been doing history’s play-by-play for decades. Through Bob, millions of viewers around the planet have been brought to the front row at just about all the world’s major news events…war, political, legal, you name it, he’s been right there.

Bob has specialized in live coverage, with a knack for taking the story, tempestuous, or complex, and making it understandable. He is famous for a sardonic style that looks for irony, and finds it.

An Emmy-award winning reporter, recently inducted into the Society for Professional Journalists Washington Hall of Fame, he covered combat in both Iraq wars, the White House during the George W. Bush administration, the Clinton scandals, the Supreme Court, Congress for ten years. He forced world attention on the Guantanamo Bay prison camp with his extensive reporting from there.

He’s been there live through dramas like the Terri Schiavo tragedy and countless natural disasters.

Bob Franken can share a unique perspective on the news of our time…how every story is different, how each is the same, what’s the first thing he looks for when he arrives to go “Live From the Parking Lot.”

Ah, yes, he is one of those all-too-familiar faces from the world of network news, who are usually best at providing us with (as we used to say at MIT) insights into the obvious. At least his Road to Hell was paved with good intentions. The reason I started reading the post in the first place was because it promised to be a nice bit of text about the overuse (and probably abuse) of the noun/verb "change" in the wake of the Iowa caucus. However, the insight into the obvious reared its head once I got "below the fold" (Web-browser style):

This campaign is fueled by nothing short of hatred. We have nothing that resembles the common-goal "competition of ideas," where advocates on either side of an issue respect the other.

Since I had to be reminded of his roots in television journalism [sic], my first reaction was that he had been reading too much of Jürgen Habermas' idealistic visions of the European Community as a new culture of mutual understanding emerging from a community of ideas; but, even when Habermas has spoken to the general public in crystal clear language (a far cry from the way he writes his essays and books), I do not think he has ever registered a blip in any American media channel other than The New York Review.

The fact is that Americans are a contentious lot; and they have been ever since the representatives sent to the Continental Congress that signed the Declaration of Independence recognized just how much the people they represented differed over what would eventually be documented as the first statement of our "founding principles" (the difference of opinion over slavery being the example that probably provoked the most serious consequences). Furthermore, just to make sure that the blame is shared, there is just as much contention across the populations of that mass of land that we now call "Europe," not to mention the many tribes that inhabit the African continent, the land that constituted the Fertile Crescent, and most of Asia. What is more interesting about American history is the ways in which a highly robust social system managed to emerge from all that contentiousness that gave little, if any, truck to such elevated concepts as "respect."

If Franken were really good at looking for irony (as the above biographical statement claims), he need look no further than the simple proposition that some intuitive sense of governance always manages to prevail over all that contentiousness. However, the nature of the government that emerges from that intuitive sense is not that different from the way in which Karl Marx described history in The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte:

Men make their own history, but they do not make it just as they please; they do not make it under circumstances chosen by themselves, but under circumstances directly encountered, given and transmitted from the past.

Nevertheless, however intuitive that sense may be and however much it may be battered around by a context that, as Marx put it, "weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living," the social system itself keeps going with the persistence of that pink bunny that commercialism has now embedded in our consciousness. I suspect the reason it prevails is that, while those who make it are always making messes, our culture seems to have been endowed with a talent for compensating for those messes. In other words, if we have any common goal at all, it is to apply our lives and fortunes to get out of a mess once we wake up to the fact that the mess is biting our collective asses.

All this, of course, is anathema to not just Franken but the whole culture of the mainstream media; and the problem has nothing to do with whether or not those media are being run by a handful of conglomerates more concerned with quarterly reports than with the concept of a "public trust." Rather, the problem is a narratological one: the need to deliver a "story" that not only addresses the classic 5WH formula of journalism (who, where, when, when, what, how) but brings the ingredients of that formula to some form of closure. Closure requires that any mess be "cleaned up" and delivered in a "neater package," under the assumption that readers do not want to be left feeling that the mess is still there. I suspect that is one reason why The Wire has played much better with critics than the general public, since every "story" it has told since its initial season has always concluded with the grim reminder that "the mess is still there." However, the only life that is not about cleaning up messes is a utopian one; and, as Isaiah Berlin has observed, as appealing as utopianism may be, it ultimately leaves us without any purpose in life, which would be a bigger mess than any of the ones that confront us!

Sunday, January 6, 2008

A Lesson from THE WIRE

I have become interested enough in the parallel between Dennis Kucinich and Tommy Carcetti, the white politician who got elected Mayor of Baltimore in Season Four of The Wire, to do some Web surfing on Carcetti. It was too much to expect to find any script texts on the Web, but Andy Sywak is maintaining an interesting blog called "A Thousand Corners," which has some nice observations. Here is one nice passage about Carcetti from December 4, 2006:

Let’s all remember Wee-Bey’s advice to his son in prison earlier this year, “Either you for real nigga or you ain’t.” It mirrors Daniels’ question to Carcetti, “How for real are you?” That’s what this episode ["That's Got His Own," from Season Four] was about and to a certain extent what “The Wire” is about: who’s for real and who isn’t? Who is willing to put, as Michael says, “somethin’ real behind your words.”

Carcetti is for real. He goes and “begs his Republican ass” the governor for school money and then smiles as he has to eat another bowl of shit when even the icy Madame Washington tells him, “I’m glad I’m not the Mayor,” before telling him she’s gonna go after him no matter what he decides. Carcetti, modeled in many ways after the current Baltimore mayor and governor-elect of Maryland, Martin O’Malley, has been a joy to watch this season.

From afar, being the mayor of a major American city and calling the shots looks to be an envious job full of all sorts of perks and privileges. But you watch Carcetti this season, and it all looks like one gigantic headache followed by another. You constantly have to make deals with unsavory people (Clay Davis) and make policy compromises that will demonize you to a chunk of the population. You constantly have to watch your back for ambitious opponents (Washington) and prostrate yourself for the right people (the Governor).

The man’s gonna have a head full of gray hairs in no time.

The reference to the bowl of shit comes from a parable told to Carcetti by one of the old (white) pols before he is sworn in as Mayor. I really wanted to reproduce the text of the whole parable but could not find it on the Web. However, the punch line is simple: When you become Mayor, every day brings someone coming to your office giving you another bowl of shit to eat.

I feel it is important to remember this parable going into the New Hampshire Primary, because, as far as I can tell, the only difference between a Mayor and the President comes down to the number of people who come into your office and the size of the bowl they are handing you. Yes, I am glad that Barak Obama named The Wire as his favorite television program; but I hope he has been "reading the text" for more than entertainment. I have now seen the first episode of the new season through HBO On Demand. Carcetti is already cracking under the strain and being haunted by the "new day" metaphor on which he based his campaign. When I heard that "new day" metaphor coming from our "real" candidates (Obama?), my only reaction was to wince.

Recently I have been harping on the need for a "sense of reality," borrowing the phrase from a collection of Isaiah Berlin essays. I agree with Sywak that much of The Wire has been about the need for that sense of reality and what happens when it is sacrificed. Just about every narrative within the whole series has involved deterioration (of a character or an institution) when that sense of reality is lost. We should all think about this as the race for the White House gets more intense.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

What the Iowa Numbers REALLY Tell Us

Given my recent interest in trying to figure out what numbers are really telling us, I realize that another rejoinder to Eugene Robinson is to turn his proposition on its head: People outside the "echo chamber" really need to be more aware of just what they are cooking up on the inside! As a case in point, consider the way in which the Associate Press reported the Democratic results in Iowa:

On the Democratic side, Obama scored 38 percent of the vote with John Edwards second with 30 and Hillary Clinton third with 29. Obama won 16 delgates [sic] with Clinton getting 15 and Edwards 14.

In other words, as it is with electoral votes, the actual percentages of electorate preferences were not reflected by delegate assignments. The good news, however, is that delegates were not assigned on a winner-take-all basis. Unfortunately, there is also bad news, which was revealed in the next sentence:

Overall, Clinton leads with 175 delegates, including superdelegates, followed by Obama with 75 and Edwards with 46.

This is the important sentence, because it lets us know how many horses had already been traded before the caucus even began and it may well reduce the vox populi of the Iowa caucus process to statistical insignificance. Furthermore, if the overall count of 45 Iowa delegates is not going to make much of a difference, than Obama have one more delegate than Clinton and two more than Edwards will probably make even less of a difference!

Why, then, was so much energy in Iowa expended by so many for so little gain? One answer is that Iowa was nothing more than a priming of the New Hampshire pump, which has always had symbolic, if not numeric, significance. Another is that, whatever their real significance may be, the Iowa numbers are likely to impact the next round of polls, for no reason other than the amount of attention the press has given them. All this will feed the machine that matters, the one that assigns delegates over which the electorate has no control, making for just another hole that ideal of government of, by, and for the people!

Friday, January 4, 2008

Japanese Numbers

Having recently tried to apply the long view of history to the "somber mood" on Wall Street, it seems appropriate to respond to today's news from Japan the same way. Here is the way the BBC introduced their report:

Japan's main stock index has fallen to its lowest close in 17 months after the strong yen and record-high oil prices worried investors.

For me this was an opportunity to continue my investigations with Yahoo! Finance Charts until I discovered that the new Yahoo! chart tool did not appear to provide a five-year window display of the Nikkei Dow index :-( ! Fortunately, I was able to construct the account through my Wachovia account, which made it relatively easy for me to find that point seventeen months ago below which the index fell. Since this was the bottom of a previous descent, there was something to reporting this as a this-time-is-as-bad-as-last-time story.

However, things got interesting when I plotted the Nikkei Dow index along with the Dow Jones Industrial index. Wachovia plotted this by beginning both indices at a common "zero point" and then using the vertical axis to plot percentage growth. From this point of view, the two indices grow at a roughly parallel rate for a little more than two years, after which Dow Jones proceeds at a somewhat slower but steady rate (which I had cited in my last analysis), while the Nikkei Dow takes off like a rocket, thus forcing a compression of the vertical scale with an upper bound of 150% (although the Japanese index never quite made it to 110%)! Within the resolution of the five-year plot, the Japanese index is far more turbulent after that rapid rise than the New York index is; and, as I previously noted, with the smoothing of that five-year plot, the Dow Jones Industrial is still on a steady rise. We thus may be seeing the sort of "correction" that may narrow the gap between the Japanese and New York indices. This will probably not make the Japanese feel any better; but investors who never want to think beyond short-term gain never want to hear that things are not as bad as they think.

Nevertheless, the really humbling view comes when we add the (Hong Kong) Hang Seng to the plot. This further compresses the vertical scale to an upper bound of 230%, with the index cracking the 200% mark last year, almost all of which was a year of far more rapid growth than that experienced by the Nikkei Dow when it took off from the Dow Jones Industrial. In that context the distance between the two indices does not appear as great, and the suggestion that they are headed towards convergence feels a bit more convincing.

Still, none of these data points are anything more than numbers. Those numbers may or may not reflect any "sense of reality" about living in today's world in either Japan or the United States. Most Americans are likely to be more concerned with another report on today's BBC Web site:

The US unemployment rate rose to a two-year high in December as hiring slowed, raising fears about a slowdown in the world's largest economy.

This is a "reality" about the ability of families on our country to provide themselves with food, clothing, and shelter, without the benefit of a "cushion" provided by a stock portfolio (or, for that matter, a savings account). Are Japanese families in similar dire straits; and, if they are not, are they likely to be there sometime in this coming year? That question is not addressed in today's financial news. For the sake of the Japanese population, we have to hope that it is not "off the radar" of their currently elected government, since here in the United States it seems to be more of a "talking point" for the coming election than an "action item" for our current government!

Of, By, and For WHAT People?

The last time I "took on" Eugene Robinson was this past spring, when Truthdig reprinted his Washington Post column, "America Likes an Idiot, but It Needs Al Gore." The thesis of that column was a simple one:

We need a brainiac president, a regular Mister or Miss Smarty-Pants president. We need to elect the kid you hated in high school, the teacher’s pet with perfect grades.

I found it necessary to take issue with this position, basing my own opposition on Isaiah Berlin's "Political Judgement" essay, whose own thesis could be reduced to the proposition that the keen mind of the "brainiac" is not always the mind best equipped to make effective political decisions.

Berlin's essay was included in a book entitled The Sense of Reality, and that is the best phrase to capture the mindset of this morning's Robinson column in The Washington Post. This is immediately evident from his lead:

I've said it before, but it bears repeating: People in Washington really should get out more.

By "Washington," I mean not just the city but the state of mind, and by "get out," I mean spend time surrounded not just by a different geography but by a different demography as well. If we did, the high-blown debates we have here -- and by "we," I mean politicians, lobbyists, advocates, bureaucrats, scholars, journalists and all the rest trapped in the Washington echo chamber -- might bear more relation to what people who live outside our bubble think of as reality.

This column was, of course, written in the wake of the Iowa caucus, which means that, for the purposes of his argument, by "people who live outside our bubble" he means our general electorate as represented by the participants in the Iowa caucus. He supports his position with two examples: the reaction to the assassination of Benazir Bhutto and the current gridlock in Washington based on "irreconcilable differences" between the Executive and Legislative branches of the government.

There are a variety of ways in which to approach this text, but the best place to begin is probably with its central metaphor of the echo chamber. The Washington Post is one of the few newspapers remaining that offers some really interesting diversity on its editorial page. This could make for seriously interesting and informative communicative actions among the columnists, at least if there was ever any evidence that they communicated with each other! This may have been the perfect day to recognize that, for all that diversity, the editorial page of The Washington Post is, itself, an echo chamber, particularly if we get beyond the boundaries of the printed page and consider the current content on the Web site.

Consider, for example, that we can already read the column that Bryan Caplan has prepared for the Sunday edition under the title, "5 Myths About How Americans Vote." My morning reading habits endowed me with the good fortune of reading this more analytic piece before getting to Robinson's column, leaving me wondering whether or not Robinson had taken those assertions classified by Caplan as myths into account. If he was aware of them, did he agree with Caplan that they were myths; or did he disagree? Either way, would that not have influenced they way in which he constructed sentences that purported to make assertions about what Iowans ("or residents of most states, for that matter") think? For better or worse (mostly worse in my own humble opinion), The Washington Post is as much of an echo chamber as is what Robinson calls "the state of mind" of the District of Columbia; and the abundance of content in response to the Iowa caucus demonstrates how large and resonant that echo chamber is.

There are other ways in which Robinson's text has demonstrated the echo chamber effect rather than transcending it. Most important is probably that assumption that the participants in the Iowa caucus constitute a representation of our nation's electorate. There are any number of arguments against this proposition, many of which were already in print before the caucus took place. Indeed, the only useful point of Robinson's column may be that the "government echo chamber" does exist, even if that assertion was poorly argued. This is why I chose the Title I did: Abraham Lincoln's shining ideal of a government "of the people, by the people, for the people" is yet another myth of our national culture (and, of course, it was a myth in Lincoln's time, as we know from the stories of how Lincoln eventually won the nomination to represent the Republican's in the 1860 election).

The myth, in and of itself, is not necessarily a bad thing (not, at least, if we are willing to recognize it as myth). The greater problem for me resides in those technology evangelists who (these days in the name Web 2.0) try to argue that the Internet will bring the government back to the people. From my point of view, this is an even greater, and therefore more pernicious, myth. If Huey Long rose to power on the vision of "every man a king;" the Internet promises every man (and woman) his (her) own echo chamber. This is no more democratic or representative of the populace than the current normative behavior for the exercise of "political judgment" within that Washington bubble. What is missing, once again, is that "sense of reality."

It is the provision of such a sense of reality that used to be part of the "public trust" of the practice of journalism. That is certainly the way Mr. Dooley saw it; and there is no good reason for us to discount his perspective, even if he assumed it in another century. The real virtue of Mr. Dooley, though, was the way in which he demonstrated that you did not have to be a "brainiac" to have that sense of reality. If Mr. Dooley could do it, we owe it to his memory to follow in his footsteps, no matter what noises happen to be resonating in the echo chamber of Washington or, for that matter, the many echo chambers of media institutions that purport to be providing us with news.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Knut, We Need You!

Knut is no longer the cute cub that had drawn so many visitors to the Berlin Zoo; but he is still a "media commodity." According to an end-of-year dispatch at SPIEGEL ONLINE, the "cute Knut" that we all remember so fondly "is to star in an animated Hollywood movie by the maker of the Garfield films in a deal that could net Berlin Zoo €3.5 million." Now I certainly agree that the Berlin Zoo could do with €3.5 million in their budget; but, given that those Garfield films have been more than a little lame at the box office, one would think that Knut deserves better than this.

So I have modest proposal "inspired" by the latest environmental news report on Grist:

The U.S. Interior Department's Minerals Management Service plans to offer offshore oil and gas drilling rights to 29.7 million acres of Alaska's Chukchi Sea. The area is home to one of two U.S. polar bear populations; interestingly enough, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service -- also a part of the Interior Department -- is within days of deciding whether to list the polar bear as threatened under the Endangered Species Act. "The polar bear is in need of intensive care, but with this lease sale the Bush administration is proposing to burn down the hospital," says clever analogizer Brendan Cummings of the Center for Biological Diversity. Environmentalists and some congressfolk had asked the MMS to delay the lease sale plan for at least three years; its failure to do so, says Sen. John Kerry (D-Mass.), is "the height of irresponsibility and short-sightedness."

I figure that, if the likes of Al Gore and John Kerry cannot get the word out about what our government is doing to the environment, then the environmental movement needs a spokesperson who will be harder for the opposition to trash than Democratic politicians who seem to have little at their disposal other than a keen skill for reasoned discourse. It is one thing to make fun of Gore, but who would dare do that to Knut? If our hearts melted at the sight of a homeless Will Smith standing in a line with his son to get a bed for the night at Glide Memorial Church, how would they react to the sight of Knut standing in that line? As I see it, the biggest obstacle is that the environmental movement probably has too many other things to do with €3.5 million. On the other hand Germans seem, as a whole, to be more sensitive to endangering the environment; so the Berlin Zoo may be in a position to let Knut do this gig pro bono.

Environmentalists have to recognize that they are not fighting a war of ideas, no matter how good someone like Gore can be in helping them wage such battles. The real war is a propaganda war of conflicting ideologies. Knut may be the perfect weapon for winning such a war.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Praying with Chutzpah

I was trying to told off on considering Chutzpah of the Week candidates until the Iowa circus (oops!, caucus!) had run its course. However, as I observed a little less than a month ago, attributing chutzpah to overtly devout Christians is a bit like eating potato chips: You can't stop with just one, particularly when the "next one" happens to be Pat Robertson, who can always be counted on to raise the bar for overt devotion. According to a report on Huffington Post, Robertson uses the beginning of every year for a personal communion with the Lord, which appears (at least to Robertson) to be the most direct channel accorded to any mere mortal since Moses had to take dictation for the Ten Commandments and all the subsequent amendments and elaborations. Robertson then feels obliged by his faith to share what the Lord has beamed into his cerebral cortex. So, thanks to Huffington Post, we now have it: vox Robertsoni, vox Dei:

What I'm praying about is China. I'm asking for 250 million in China. We haven't had that breakthrough yet but I think we're going to get it. God's going to give us China. And China will be the largest Christian nation on the face of the earth. They're going to come to Jesus.

In other words God is going to take on the entirety of the Communist Party in the People's Republic of China and negotiate a bargain under which 250 million Chinese will "come to Jesus." My guess is that the Party ideologues in China have their own words to describe this sort of thing; but, from where I sit, the noun "chutzpah" seems to suit just fine. However, since I am willing to be open-minded about these things, if Robertson does add 250 million Chinese to his flock, I suppose I had better work on singing "Oh, Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz" with a bit more sincerity!

Mitt Romney's Priorities

Here is the Associated Press account of Mitt Romney's latest move as executed through that great arbiter of public opinion, CNN:

Republican Mitt Romney said Wednesday that if elected president he and his wife will not embarrass the nation by their conduct in the White House as happened in "the Clinton years."

In an interview on CNN, Romney was asked about comments he made at recent house parties in Iowa that he and his wife, Ann, would not embarrass the nation in the White House. He is campaigning for Thursday's Republican presidential caucuses in Iowa, while Hillary Rodham Clinton is campaigning on the Democratic side.

So whose gored ox did Romney have in mind? I suspect that most of those who were embarrassed by either of the Clintons (and were particularly vociferous about it) were Americans whose highest priority was that of moral standards consistent with their religious convictions. On the other hand most of those who have been embarrassed by Bush, his cronies, and their policies, have been from the rest of the world and have involved priorities concerned with such things as the Kyoto Accord and the reform of an international criminal justice system. Does this mean that the coming election will come down to choosing whether to restore our reputation domestically or globally? Are we so polarized in our priorities that we shall not be able to find a way to restore both reputations?

Infotaining Ourselves into Oblivion

When I took on A. O. Scott's New York Times review of Charlie Wilson's War, I basically accused him of being oblivious to "contexts and consequences." This week Robert Scheer's column has compiled many of those contexts and consequences in a wonderfully readable form; but, as I read it, I realized that Scott may have tapped into an important principle, which is the tendency of our culture (including, of course, the electorate) to view the objects and events of the world solely in terms of their entertainment value. Teasing out the past and future connections to the Charlie Wilson story leads to a complex web of interleaving strands, which we are more likely to encounter in the pages of Tolstoy than in a Hollywood shooting script. Scott's principle is reinforced when we see the box office numbers of the films that try to do justice to such complexity and still make it as far as distribution. Those numbers usually guarantee that those films will "live" only on DVD and cable. By keeping everything down to a simple yarn with appealingly outlandish characters, Charlie Wilson's War made itself a viable product in a culture that expects its government to deliver similar products just as nicely packaged. Need we even bother to ask why "blowback" (which lies at the heart of Scheer's concluding paragraph) is not likely to be part of the working vocabulary during the Iowa caucus? The answer has come to a theater near you!

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Arbitrary Boundaries of Time

Associated Press Writer Malden Read seems to have joined most of the financial reporters by dwelling on the "somber mood" with which Wall Street ended 2007. Needless to say, there is nothing particularly magic about December 31, 2007. Yes, the Dow fell 101 points yesterday; but Malden's phrase, "the latest in a string of triple-digit moves," omits the fact that those "moves" have been in both directions! Similarly, Malden attributes the "respectable increase of 6.43 percent" over the entire year to "a big first-half advance," thereby implying that the second half of the year has been one big catastrophe. However, if we look at a five-year plot that occupies the same horizontal extent as a one-year summary (which we can do with the Yahoo! Finance Charts display), we see a smoothing of the data that indicates a slowing of growth around the middle of the year but hardly a reversal of the trend.

The lesson here is that financial reporting thrives on the same fear factor that drives any other form of news reporting. We are conditioned to believe that every day on the Dow is a matter of the life and death of our portfolio. However, as I have discovered, it is not that hard to come up with a properly balanced portfolio that can ride through the eccentricities of just about any given day. This gives us the liberty to think in longer terms than the ones dished out to us. We can look over longer windows to get some sense of the "smoother" behavior of trends and the factors that might change them. Unfortunately, this kind of thinking is not sensational enough to land a spot on the evening news; so our thoughts about well being based on our portfolio get jerked around the same way as our thoughts about terrorist threats. None of this benefits what Isaiah Berlin has called our "sense of reality;" but that sense of reality does not sell advertising slots on television. Indeed, most of the advertising has been designed to subvert our sense of reality by creating desires for things we neither need nor particularly want. So it is that we all become victims of what Max Weber called the "loss of meaning," as well as the mechanisms through which the loss of meaning carries along the "loss of freedom" in its wake.

Does the Music Notation Make it Music?

As I work my way through the Brilliant Classics Bach Edition, which I wrote about last week, I realize that my earlier post might have been a bit unfair in singling out the Art of Fugue and the Musikalisches Opfer puzzle canons for the sake of raising the question of whether or not they should be called "music." Many (most?) of the works that constitute the "Keyboard Works" Volume of this collection could probably be held up to that same question. We know, for example, that the Goldberg Variations were not intended for concert performance, let alone as a "whole-cloth" composition. Each variation was, to some degree, a highly honorable predecessor of the sleeping pill, a function that I came to appreciate with all due dignity back in my days of trans-Pacific business trips. I did not always have Bach at my disposal, but I always had something true to the underlying principle. Then, of course, there were the prefatory remarks that Bach provided for the Funfzehn Inventionen und Funfzehn Symphonien, which may it clear that they were composed for the pedagogy of both technique and composition for the keyboard. Indeed, the very name of the entire Clavierübung (including the part for organ) indicates a similar pedagogical intent. As to The Well-Tempered Clavier, it is true that keyboard performers seem to enjoy scheduling "marathon" programs that crank through all 48 preludes and fugues, usually in the order in which they were published; but these are "athletic" events, which do little more to inform the inquisitive ear than that "entire evening in D minor" that constitutes a "performance" of the Art of Fugue. Most likely the only works that Bach really intended for performance were the concertos for one or more keyboards and orchestra.

This is not to say that there is no value in listening to compositions whose intentions were purely pedagogical. Such works bring to us, as listeners, particularly focused insights regarding the logic, grammar, and rhetoric behind Bach's work. What is important, however, is that Bach was just as serious (if not more so) about directing those logical, grammatical, and rhetorical concerns to the discipline of performance as I have tried to be in my own efforts to write knowledgeable about that art of performance, without which the music would be nothing more than an empty shell of arcane marks printed on paper. In that capacity a concert performer may be little more than a channel for conveying those insights to the "good listeners" in the audience. Sadly, most performers are too ego-involved to commit to such a role, which means that, at least where the keyboard music of Bach is concerned, all of us, both performers and listeners, end up at a severe disadvantage.