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Color me biased

I thought this was a thought-provoking essay on the general topic of our biases and how we should go about choosing them. Lots of interesting ideas in there, but what particularly struck me was the idea that since we all apply biases to our understanding and relaying of information, we ought to be able to clearly identify the ultimate goal towards which that bias is working.
The essay does talk about Abu Ghraib and related issues, though, so if (like me) you suspect your head might explode if you read one more take on that, approach with caution.

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Updating the Illiad

In case you were wondering what actual archaeologists think of the movie Troy, here’s your answer. Expressing indignant shock and horror at Hollywood butcheries of literary classics and historical accuracy feels somewhat passé these days, but it’s still good fun to read this sort of critique.
What actually caught my attention in the article the most is this statement, made in reference not to the movie Troy but to a History Channel documentary on the subject:

Less satisfactory is the hamfisted and oversimplified comparison of the Trojan War with Iraq.

And here I was getting sick of people comparing Iraq to Vietnam. Now they’re comparing it to the Trojan War? I am amused.

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1d6 random observations

Beautiful rainy spring morning today–I’m working at home today, and I much enjoyed tapping away this morning at the computer to the pleasant background noise of a nice rain. We bumped into many patches of rain on our cross-country trip last week–just enough rain to really bring out the bright greens and that unique rainy-spring smell, but never so much that it interfered with our plans. In other words, just about perfect.
I don’t have any epic essays written today. Instead, we have a random assortment of interesting (to me, at least) links and other miscellanea for you to peruse.
Random thing #1. I was excited to see the release of Fedora Core 2, the latest iteration of my Linux distribution of choice. Unfortunately, I may sit this one out and wait for Fedora Core 3, unless they can do something about the “minor” glitch that prevents you from booting into Windows XP on a dual-boot machine. That would be a pretty major problem for some of us. Hmmmm.
#2. Taking long road trips, especially road trips that involve going near Chicago (travel tip: if your road trip will take you within two states of Chicago, add about 10 hours of traffic to your estimated travel time), has cemented in my mind the idea that most people with drivers licenses are horrible people who shouldn’t be allowed near a bicycle, let alone behind the wheel of a 1+ ton block of metal traveling at 80 mph. So after several days’ worth of driving uber-cautiously and ranting about the horrible driving habits of other people, what’s the first thing I do upon my return to Grand Rapids? I swerve into another lane without looking first and force another car to brake madly to avoid hitting me. I guess I’m just another one of those terrible people you always hear about.
#3. Joel passed me this link to an interesting series of essays discussing the basic concepts behind the Japanese language. Very fun read.
#4. I’ve really been enjoying GetReligion.org, a blog on the topic of religion and the media. Pretty sharp commentary, and politic-y without being too pundit-y. If you know what I mean.
#5. It turns out my wife has pretty good taste in music. Ever since she introduced me to Tom Waits, I’ve been listening to him whenever I get the chance. How can you not like a musician who writes lyrics like these? Unfortunately, Michele’s taste isn’t perfect–she has not yet acknowledged that Extreme’s III Sides to Every Story is the album than which none greater can be conceived. Ah well, she’ll figure it out eventually.
I think I’ll stop with five random observations for now. Wouldn’t want to go overboard.

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Back on track

We just got back from a brief vacation into the wilds of the Midwest. Much fun was had all around. Most importantly, Michele has already written up a good vacation summary, so I don’t have to. I will definitely be posting a bit about some of the observations I had in the course of our grand road trip, though, so you have that to look forward to.
It’s great to be back in Michigan, which now that I think of it is sort of like Iowa, Illinois, and Indiana, except that it has more trees.

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Mourning cyberpunk

I recently sat down to read the graphic novel/manga Ghost in the Shell. I’d seen (and enjoyed) the movie version some time ago and was looking forward both to revisiting the interesting setting and learning a bit more about the story and characters.
I was not disappointed; the graphic novel–actually a compilation of several sequential manga “episodes”–is an excellent read. It’s basically the story of a super-high-tech “black ops” team in a cyberpunk, Blade Runner-esque urban dystopia. It’s largely action-oriented–lots of gun battles and explosions–and features a number of interesting and distinctive sci-fi elements. Among these are the protagonists’ spider-like mechs, the inventive use of invisibility/cloaking suits, and oh-so-lovingly-detailed weapons and vehicles. And of course, plenty of computer hacking, killer intruder-detection programs, rogue AIs, and other assorted virtual mayhem. (And being a manga, it’s got excessive nudity and graphic violence, both of which come with the territory.)
So it was an entertaining read–a modern classic of the genre, even. But it did make me wonder if the cyberpunk genre is really a viable sci-fi setting anymore. Ghost, written a decade or two ago, must’ve cropped up during the peak of popular interest in the cyberpunk genre, with its focus on virtual realities, cyber-warfare, and “hard” sci-fi arms and vehicles.
Some sort of virtual “Net” (or at the very least, the ubiquity of computers and the ease with which information could be acquired with them) is a staple of the genre, it seems to me. Now that the Internet and the Web (dystopian as they are) have superseded that early vision of an “online universe,” can we really go back and suspend our disbelief enough to enjoy a story that revolves around hackers, duels between virtual avatars, and deadly security programs?
I don’t know. It’s unquestionably a fun genre, as stories like Ghost demonstrate. But now that my home PC is smaller and more impressive than the “hacker decks” or “rigs” depicted in most cyberpunk novels and movies, reading cyberpunk stories has a sort of Jules Verne, “isn’t that quaint” feel to it.
What do you think? Is cyberpunk a genre that has lived past its prime, and no longer has much to say to us? Have any new styles or genres taken its place in our Internet-everywhere era?

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Music of the spheres

I participated in this conversation recently:
The Scene: the computer room. Andy is seated at the computer wearing headphones. Michele enters unnoticed.
Michele (barely audible over headphone music) Hey, what are you listening to?
Andy (realizing after several seconds that Michele is in the room, turns down music volume and removes one of the headphone ears): What?
Michele: What are you listening to?
Andy: Uh… video game music remixes…
Michele: Ah. Would those be the same game music remixes you were listening to a few months ago?
Andy: Yeah…
Michele (with sarcastic smirk): They must be pretty good game music remixes.
Andy: Uh, they are..
I would’ve tried to deny it–perhaps claim to be listening to something more cultured and refined, like my Tesla Greatest Hits CD–but my Winamp playlist window was in plain sight:


I can’t help it–I really love this stuff. Most of it is simple, repetitive, and unbelievably nostalgic–now that I think about it, it was pretty much the soundtrack of my nerdy junior-high-and-thereabouts life. The only problem: an awful lot of video game tunes are catchy in the worst possible way. I challenge anyone to pay attention to the sermon in church on Sunday morning with this song running endlessly through their head.

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Absence, heart, fonder, etc.

Long time, no post, as they say. It’s been a moderately eventful month for us. The biggest piece of news to emerge over the last few weeks is that Michele is heading over to Israel for seven weeks this summer to do archaeology work at the Ashkelon site. This news is one of those difficult things that I know inside is a wonderful opportunity for her, but which I’m nevertheless having a hard time getting excited about–seven weeks will be a long time! Assuming that Michele has Internet access there, I hope you’ll all join me in emailing and otherwise writing to her during her stay. And while I distinctly remember rolling my eyes in exasperation at parental safety/terrorist/bombing concerns over my own trips to Jordan several years ago, suddenly those concerns seem a lot more serious now that it’s my wife who’s heading over there.
Still, her departure is a full month away at the moment, which means we’ve got plenty of time to enjoy this beautiful springtime before she leaves. In a few weeks, we’re even taking a one-year-anniversary vacation, spending a few days in a cabin at the park where we got married. Isn’t that romantic?
And aren’t you glad you waited almost an entire month for a new post from me, and were rewarded for your patience with three paragraphs of lovesick whining?

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Hopeless

Two passages from The Silmarillion stand out as my favorites. The first is the tale of Hurin’s last stand against an overpowering enemy force:

Last of all Hurin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and wielded an axe two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Hurin cried: ‘Aure entuluval! Day shall come again!’ Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth, for the Orcs grappled him with their hands, which clung to him still though he hewed off their arms; and ever their numbers were renewed, until at last he fell beneath them.

The second is the account of Fingolfin’s final battle against the Great Enemy, Morgoth, and his death:

Now news came to Hithlum that Dorthonion was lost and the sons of Finarfin overthrown, and that the sons of Feanor were driven from their lands. Then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him…. a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband’s gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came….
Thrice [Fingolfin] was crushed to his knees, and thrice arose again and bore up his broken shield and stricken helm. But the earth was all rent and pitted about him, and he stumbled and fell…. Yet with his last and desperate stroke Fingolfin hewed the foot [of Morgoth]….
Thus died Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor, most proud and valiant of the Elven-kings of old.

These are powerful accounts–Hurin and Fingolfin are just two of the book’s many great heroes who, in the absence of any hope, fight desperately and fanatically to the bitter end. There is a dearth of hope in The Silmarillion, and this theme carries into The Lord of the Rings–you see traces of it in Theoden’s charge at the Pelennor Fields and in Eowyn’s suicidal stand against the Witch-king of Angmar. Hurin and Fingolfin know that their efforts are futile. In The Return of the King, Theoden and Eowyn (and Gandalf and most of the Fellowship, for that matter) know this as well. Things turn out reasonably well in the latter case–but they shouldn’t have, by any reasonable estimation.
The heroes of Middle Earth–like the very World in which they live–yearn for release from the pain and grief that taints Creation, and in that sense they carry with them a powerful hope that evil will one day be wiped away. I have read much about these themes of hope (often in respect to the Christian themes in Tolkien’s works). But I have read very little commentary on the undercurrents of hopelessness that often crop up side-by-side with these optimistic themes. Middle Earth is filled with heroes who look around them, see no hope at all, and yet choose to go on fighting–often to their inevitable deaths. Why do they do this?
Is it possible to have hope in the face of absolutely certain defeat? Is this hope, faith, or simple stubbornness? Is this an unconscious understanding that Good will triumph in the end, or is it a grim fatalism that sees Doom on the horizon and prefers to charge into it rather than wait for its inevitable arrival?

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Liberal radio: some musings

Yesterday marked the debut of the latest attempt at “liberal talk radio,” which is getting some mixed reviews. I’ve been a fan of Rush Limbaugh since high school, and have listened to my share of liberal talk radio programs (during my trips to and from Chicago on Saturdays to visit Michele), so I’m always interested in these efforts. When I first heard about this latest effort a few months ago, I was tempted to roll my eyes–not because I find the idea of liberal talk radio absurd, but because it seems like every other year somebody tries to hype a “left-wing version” of Rush Limbaugh, only to have the effort either slip quickly into radioland obscurity or never even get off the ground. This effort looks a bit more promising than past attempts, mostly because there’s a recognizable personality (Al Franken) behind it.
Nevertheless, I personally don’t expect this to go very far before petering out. Why has liberal talk radio failed to make an impact or gather an audience despite numerous attempts?
I think the most important reason is that the liberal radio approach has almost always been reactionary. That is, the stated goal is always something along the lines of “offer an alternative to right-wing radio,” “offer a Democrat answer to Rush Limbaugh,” “break the conservative stranglehold on radio”–that sort of thing. This all basically amounts to creating an imitation Rush Limbaugh–but a talk show that claims to be “like Rush–but liberal!” does not exactly resonate with any promise of originality or creativity.
The comparison that immediately springs to mind is that of the Christian music industry. I cannot count the number of times I’ve read–online or in print, and on some occasions even in Christian music stores–lists of recommendations for Christians who want “cleaned-up” religious alternatives to popular secular bands. You may have seen this sort of thing–“If you like Pearl Jam, you’ll love [Christian band name]!” So the main appeal of this band is that they sound just like Pearl Jam? Be still, my beating heart! In the same way, I have a hard time seeing a “Democrat version” of Rush (or his many imitators) capturing the hearts and minds of listeners, any more than a “right-wing version” of, say, Michael Moore (“like Michael Moore–but conservative!“) would.
When I look at this latest liberal effort and see shows with titles like “The O’Franken Factor,” my suspicions that this is just a feeble effort to clone conservative successes (without bothering to learn why conservative shows are popular in the first place) seem to be confirmed. Unless Franken and his compatriots quickly establish that their shows are unique, interesting, and have something new to offer, nobody apart from existing Franken fans is going to tune in.
(It’s worth pointing out that many of Rush’s right-wing imitators are guilty of the same thing–and for this reason among others, I seriously doubt that they’ll be able to stick around nearly as long as Rush has.)
I think the above reason is the most important reason that liberal radio has failed in the past and risks failing again. Other factors play into it as well, though. For one, for years now, mainstream Democrat candidates, pundits, and politicians have been expressing outright contempt for the “idiot masses” who tune in to Limbaugh and other conservative talk show hosts (I specifically remember this hitting a peak during the 2002 elections). We’ve all heard references to the “mindless Ditto-heads” who believe anything that Rush tells them. I’ve never heard any Democrat, in the midst of these criticisms, ever suggest that maybe Rush (for example) is popular because large numbers of people find his show entertaining, amusing, and informative. Conservative talk radio has long been a place where conservatives go to hear information they aren’t getting from other sources–it isn’t a tool by which the masses are enslaved to a right-wing agenda. But if the prevailing view in the Democratic party towards talk radio listeners is that they are mindless morons with no free will, exactly what am I supposed to think about their own efforts to reach this same radio-listening audience?
Liberal talk show hosts are going to find out the hard way that radio listeners aren’t brainless morons. Just as Rush can’t “force” people to tune into his show, Al Franken and the like can’t just assume that the country’s liberals are going to automatically tune in. A successful liberal radio show will be one that works hard to earn a listening audience by demonstrating that their show is worth hearing. Rush himself is the perfect example of this–starting out with a tiny radio show, over time he earned an ever-growing audience by providing a compelling program that people found worthwhile.
There are doubtless other challenges facing liberal talk radio, but I’ll stop rambling for now. There’s definitely room in the world for a high-quality liberal radio program, but it will require its founders to work hard to distinguish themselves and to give people a good reason to tune in. And so despite my own thoroughly conservative tendencies, I wish Al Franken and the others involved here good luck–I think they’re going to need it.

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