Para-joy-a?

There will be millions and millions of words written about Radiohead's In Rainbows. But a day after listening to the album for the first time (and many more times after that), I feel like this is an album of joyful paranoia (para-joy-a?) -- the culmination of a paranoid (android) journey from apocalypse (OK Computer), to the words that come after from a digital grave (Kid A & Amnesiac), to a tremulous re-engagement with a broken world (Hail to the Thief), to this: A transcendent acceptance of brokenness and a desire to find love and happiness in the ruins. I can imagine this album being the soundtrack to the lives of those lonely few that we meet at the end of Cormac McCarthy's The Road, loving and living in the midst of post-apocalyptic horrors. This is the album you listen to while contemplating bringing a child into this world (or conceiving that child) in the face of everything that's so undeniably fucked. For these reasons, this album might be the most necessary Radiohead album; there is no way forward without the thesis that there is a good life to be lived in the face of (or shortly after) catastrophe.

iWork

Also as part of my fancy schmancy new job, I get to work ... a lot. Like, say, from 9am - 10pm yesterday. Of course this is paltry labor compared to the lucky souls who work in investment banking, but it's a change of pace for me. And it leaves less time for blogging. Or anything other than sleeping.

That said, check out this craziness about a super-powerful gamma laser:

An exotic molecule built from electrons and antimatter is being touted as a route to powerful gamma-ray lasers.

An electron can hook up with its antiparticle, the positron, to form a hydrogen-like atom called positronium (Ps). It survives for less than 150 nanoseconds before it is annihilated in a puff of gamma radiation. It was known that two positronium atoms should be able to bind together to form a molecule, called Ps₂, and now David Cassidy and Allen Mills from the University of California, Riverside, have made that happen. First, they trapped positrons in a thin film of porous silica. Those positrons captured electrons to form positronium atoms, and the pattern of decay rates signalled that some of these atoms had teamed up to form Ps₂ (Nature, DOI: 10.1038/nature06094).

If positronium atoms could be forced to merge into a kind of "super-atom" condensate, it would decay in bursts of identical gamma rays, which could lead to gamma-ray lasers a million times more powerful than standard lasers. "It's like comparing a chemical explosion with a nuclear explosion," Cassidy says.

From issue 2621 of New Scientist magazine, 18 September 2007, page 23

Sweet. Maybe when I'm done with this job, I can work for a company making gamma laser cannons mounted on gravitomagnetic platforms. And I'll get to ride my unicorn to work every morning.

iFoam

In my fancy, schmancy new job, I occasionally get to go to very nice restaurants, like Country. As one of my fellow diners pointed out, foams are all the rage in the haute cuisine world. To her point, we had a sea scallop surrounded by some unidentifiable, though savory, foam. And while the food was delicious, we couldn't help but wonder if foam doesn't play a critical role in the haute cuisine dining experience by making your food seem and taste bigger, while it is, in fact, just one sea scallop, and not the pluralized "scallops" promised on the menu.

And, no, this is in no way a complaint about my delicious, free meal.

Rerun: 10/11/06

I've wondered about the alligator
women myself. I've wondered
where their necks have gone.
I've wondered why you won't look at them.

Once we coincidentally stared at each
other across the gnashing teeth of
passing subway cars. We were
commuting into the belly of the beast.

We are both uneasy in the face
of catastrophic failure. We both know
it is piggybacking silently in our psyches,
wide eyed and Sunday-afternoon-quiet.

As we struggle to avoid it, I watch
her rolled shoulders laughing while
you are on your phone. I think:
Better to be helpless than implicated.

A match made in heaven

The problem I had with blogging, until yesterday, was the persistent, nagging sense that what I write isn't worth reading. But then I realized that people who read blogs, and my blog in particular (if there are such people), are trying to procrastinate -- trying to do that which is not worth doing to put off doing that which is worth doing. Thus, the fact that what I write is not worth reading is perfect because my (imaginary) readers, and other blog readers everywhere, demand things not worth reading. If what bloggers wrote were worth reading, then they'd be avoiding it, just as you're avoiding whatever it is you should be doing right ... this ... second. It's a match made in heaven.

Surprise!

Surprise! I'm back. I've decided that months that begin with "A" are the only suitable ones for blogging. Thusly, I make my return. But is it a return at all? As far as the weather in Brooklyn is concerned, it's still April, in which case, that four month hiatus from blogging was entirely illusory. Busted, hiatus.

It's vacation time, so it means I'm reading something pretentious, intellectual, and preferably, French (in English) -- this time, it's Foucault's Madness and Civilization. After 50 pages, I'm really enjoying it, and I wish he were still around because I'd love him to explain what the "terrorist" means to Western civilization. Just as he used Europe's understanding of madness and the insane to explore how society thought of itself, I wish he would do something similar with the modern West's conceptualization of the "terrorist." The terrorist is the bogeyman of our era -- like the madman in the Renaissance, or the Communist of the 1950s, the terrorist is our antagonizer, a mythic adversary and outsider lurking somewhere in the inside.

The image of the generic Islamic terrorist that exists in Bush administration rhetoric and common wisdom is one of a poor, disillusioned young man who decides he hates the West so much, he's willing to sacrifice his life to destroy its property and kill its people. The terrorist is a terrorist in Western eyes because of an intersection of economic reasons (he is poor, so he is unhappy and disaffected) and religious reasons (he is trained by Islamofascists to hate the peaceful, freedom-loving, capitalist, Westerners).

But, surprise!, this image is (at least) half wrong. In the just-published book by Alan B. Krueger, What Makes a Terrorist: Economics and the Roots of Terrorism, the author explains that most terrorists are middle class, not impoverished. Poverty is part of the picture, but it is not their own poverty -- it is the poverty of their countrymen or fellow Muslims. But this evidence-based conclusion flies in the face of most Westerners' now intuitive understanding of what motivates a terrorist -- why a person becomes a terrorist.

Just like Renaissance- and classical-era thinkers misunderstood the source of madness, most Westerners misunderstand the source of terrorism. What's more, the madman and the terrorist are misunderstood in similar ways. The madman, in the classical era, is defined as such because he cannot be made to work -- unlike the other poor people and petty criminals who found themselves in pensioners' prisons during the era. He is an adversary to the economic system, and cannot be made to become part of it. His intractable idleness and madness are closely interrelated. Similarly, the terrorist is a terrorist because of his lack of economic success -- his own inability to find well-paying labor. Thus, in both cases, it is a personal unfitness for economic life that defines the madman and creates the terrorist. This genre of error also applies to the bogeyman of the last era -- the Communist. In Dos Passos' U.S.A, his middle class characters speak about Communists as if they are shiftless failures, who want to remedy their own economic failure with revolution.

So at the birth of capitalism during the classical era, and in the midst of its ascendancy during the Cold War, and, now, at its pinnacle, the popular imagination is fascinated by the dangerous outsider who cannot participate in the system. One might think that this belief about economic losers becoming the era's bogeymen would inspire in the West a desire to make sure more people reap capitalism's rewards -- and some people do come to that conclusion. But those on the right, perhaps the most strident purveyors of capitalism and the West, refuse this course in favor of capture, imprisonment, and constant conflict. No systemic changes are needed; only punishment of the individuals who stray. Pure capitalism rewards individuals without a thought for the externalities that harm the collective. Similarly, those on the right -- the proponents of this pure capitalism -- aim to punish individual transgressors without thinking about how the system could be changed to integrate them.

And so we arrive at the starkest difference between the rightists of the West and real terrorists -- not the bogeymen of Western imagination. Rightists of the West wish to punish individuals who they believe are motivated by individual economic failure. But if Krueger is to be believed, terrorists are not so motivated, but driven instead by the poverty of their fellows. Perhaps it is hard for the Western mind, especially the conservative, Western mind, to conceptualize a terrorist in this way because it is so not Western -- not about individual success and responsibility, but about collective success.

In any case, I wish Foucault were around because, surprise!, he would have much more interesting things to say.

Rush Limbaugh-ful

So I listened to this piece of comedic brilliance that Rush Limbaugh aired recently. It's a song entitled "Barack the Magic Negro," to the tune of "Puff the Magic Dragon." (Ironic that Limbaugh, with his boat-load of drug abuse issues, is parodying a song that makes drug references, no?) It was, shockingly, not funny. The expression, "Magic Negro," was invoked first by an LA Times editorial about the role that Barack Obama plays for the guilty white conscience--that of the non-threatening, asexual black man that assuages white guilt about racial injustice.

At this point, nothing Rush says on air or chooses to broadcast on his show really shocks me. And there's not much to be gleaned from criticizing the song. More interesting to me is the LA Times editorial itself. Namely, the fact that after nearly a full column of describing the phenomenon of the "Magic Negro" in the modern American imagination, the writer describes how Obama fits the same role in this way:

Obama's fame right now has little to do with his political record or what he's written in his two (count 'em) books, or even what he's actually said in those stem-winders. It's the way he's said it that counts the most. It's his manner, which, as presidential hopeful Sen. Joe Biden ham-fistedly reminded us, is "articulate." His tone is always genial, his voice warm and unthreatening, and he hasn't called his opponents names (despite being baited by the media).

So Obama is magical because he's "articulate," "genial," and has refused to call his opponents names even in the face of baiting by the media. Two paragraphs earlier, the writer also pointed out how little real criticism Obama had gotten, other than his lack of racial genuineness. Apparently, the writer is taking the lack of criticism to mean that there's a lack of desire to criticize him--not that there's a lack of actual stuff to criticize him about! This move to me seems really dangerous. Can't Obama just be a really good guy without that being evidence of his being a pawn to the liberal guilt of white America?

Do I need a non-threatening black figure to assuage my guilt over slavery? Mostly I want someone like Obama, who could fuel a real grassroots political movement, to push for national health care, public funding of campaigns, environmental regulations, and end to the War in Iraq. I think back to Obama's speech at the 2004 Democratic convention. What I remember is being blown away by the strength of his ideals and the power of his rhetoric. Not the fact that I'd finally found the solution to my gnawing racial guilt. Obama being president will do nothing to make up for slavery, segregation and ongoing racial prejudice. He will solve a lot of problems, but no one and nothing can make those wrongs of history right.


In other news, I saw the movie Brick last night. It was great--the writing reminded me of a cross between a less-profane David Mamet and a more literate Dashiell Hammett. Funny that those names rhyme. It has a lot in common, I thought, with David Lynch's willingness to look at the underbelly of wealthy suburbs, as in Twin Peaks and Blue Velvet.

The talent sh-Obama

Barack Obama has suffered the attacks of critics who question the substantiveness of his candidacy. The Economist pointed to his failure to present a health care plan at a forum on health care, and the Associated Press leveled a charge of being "all style." And yet, Obama seems to have lost no momentum, and has recently begun revealing key policy proposals, including a carbon cap and trade program limited to transport fuels. He's still drawing sizable crowds, including thousands in Iowa City on Earth Day.

The truth is, I doubt people around my age--people who have been so energized by Obama's candidacy--are concerned about charges of his lack of experience. We grew up during the internet, the Silicon Valley boom, when talented people of all walks of life with little or now experience with computers were flocking to California to join in. I have seen classmates with degrees in Art History and English land jobs at top investment banks and consulting firms. We have been told that in the new economy, where America's manufacturing strength has been gutted, America's comparative advantage lies in a vaguely defined ability to create a talented workforce who can become managers of global capital flows. (I'm skeptical, but I hope it's true because I'd hate to see some Indian management consulting firm start doing my job for half the money.)

The point is, in Obama we see someone long on talent and idealism, and we're willing to trust that raw talent to guide the country. It's a refreshing change from having a dolt and his gang of cynical and corrupt backroom dealers in charge. Who knows--maybe Obama's so-called substance shortfall is illusory. But even if it's real, my generation--and the one older than us, too--have been conditioned to value talent, trusting that Obama will study up and has the capacity to become a policy wonk. I don't want him cramming for the exam, so to speak, and would like to see some solid policy proposals sooner than later. But I don't think the style-not-substance attcks will have legs with core Obama supporters, as long as young Americans trust Obama's style to be riding on a hefty dose of talent.

Plus Obama has the best logo.

The Berkshires

It smelled like woodsmoke and spring. We took no pictures of the old graveyard, or the inn in front of it. I woke up at 3am and thought I heard a ghost in the attic. And, we went hiking.

Corporations did not evolve

At the 3:30 mark, Rep. Barney Frank, in arguing for the recently passed act giving shareholders the right to have a (non-binding) say on executive compensation, responds to a Republican's claim that the government has no right to regulate corporations in this way. As Frank says: "God made no corporations. No corporations evolved--I'll be neutral on that subject." Corporations, as he claims, are artifices of positive law, given special priveleges by the government. Therefore, the government has the power to regulate them.

I had a similar argument in mind during a discussion that took place in my State and Society class at the Yale School of Management. In the course of discussion about a Merck case and an exhibit that showed pharmaceutical companies' return on equity averaging around twice that of the average industry, I claimed that that level of return was socially suboptimal. If we could achieve the same quality while the pharmaceutical companies received lower profits, most all of us would be better off. Certainly the risks of the pharmaceutical industry justified higher profits, I said, but a risk-premium of 100%? Unlikely.

My professor responded with: "First, I want to congratulate you on your astute analysis ... but you're a communist." Apparently, to argue that the government--whose regulations guarantee the pharmaceutical industry high profits, thanks to the FDA drug approval process, and, more importantly, patent laws--could alter those regulations to enhance competition and reduce profits makes me a communist. I'm not arguing for government ownership of ... anything. I'm arguing that the pharmaceutical companies, granted legal monopolies over molecules by the government, make fewer, or no, economic profits. Let them have profits--let the best companies succeed and earn their shareholders an above-average market return. But don't let an entire industry earn exorbitant profits at the expense of the we whom the government is entr