From "Diving into the Wreck"

I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or week

the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage
worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty
the ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.

This is the place.
and I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body
We circle silently
about the wreck
we dive into the hold.
I am she: I am he
whose drowned face sleeps with open eyes
whose breasts still bear the stress
whose silver, copper, vermeil cargo lies
Obscurely inside barrels
half-wedged and left to rot
we are the half-destroyed instruments
that once held to a course
the water-eaten log
the fouled compass

We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to the scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.

Adrienne Rich

The Civil Rights Trail in the Obama Era

Scott Vogel in the Washington Post:

You need to get to the rain forests before they're all gone, and the polar ice caps may have melted by the time you try to see them, but it's Alabama that demands your immediate attention. And by Alabama I mean that place where elegant black ladies of a certain age stand sentinel over the trails through civil rights country.

Really. They're lit from within, these women; they glow as only people can who never thought they'd live to see the day but then live to see the day. And as they gaze out on the landscape of a country facing agonizing choices and certain pain, they haven't a doubt in the world that we'll get through this. After all, we've gotten through far worse.

Vogel enters the Birmingham Civil Rights Institutes, which overlooks Kelly Ingram Park, and finds Yvonne Williams:

Before coming to the institute, Williams spent all of 31 years teaching fourth grade in Birmingham public schools. And still she retired too soon.

"We used to have that poster with all the presidents, you know?" Williams says. "And I distinctly remember this little boy coming up to me one day and saying, 'Mrs. Williams, where is the black one?' I thought, Lord, give the words to say it." She stops for a moment, collects herself.

"I just said to him, 'Maybe in your lifetime.' "

birthday

Today I am 47, and I have a feeling that this is going to be a very good year.

Secular Moralism

I found this essay by Andrew Koppelman interesting. He is reviewing a book by a Catholic philosopher who thinks that, deep down, it is not possible to care about human rights without believing in god. Koppelman's answer is that whatever the results of philosophy, it simply is possible to be an agnostic worker for human rights. Perhaps agnostics have no defensible basis for their belief that people should be free and fed, but then nobody has a defensible reason for belief in god, either. To Koppelman (and to me) all moral systems have components of invention and faith. Religion solves no moral problems, it just changes the problem from "why do you care about other people?" to "why do you believe in god and how do you know what he wants?"

Koppelman:

Wherever you situate yourself in this landscape, your view of the moral universe won’t—and can’t be—a neat, closed system with all the loose ends tidied up. Recognizing this can inoculate us against two related errors: One is to think that we have all the answers. The other, perhaps even more malign, is to be too confident of what the other fellow’s beliefs entail: that his or her “belief in God produces fanaticism” or “atheism leads to immorality.” . . . We’re all stumbling around in the dark, grabbing as much of the elephant as we can. It is unseemly to mock one another’s shortsightedness. Taylor’s book does a wonderful job of elucidating the predicament that is, at the deepest level, what unites us.

children's crusade

For about ten years now I have been reading books about animals to small children: tigers, leopards, monkeys, sharks, snakes, komodo dragons. Almost every one of these books has a final chapter bemoaning the threat humans pose the animals we have been reading about.

This drives me crazy. What is gained by making five-year-olds feel bad about tiger poaching? Why would I want to send my children to bed in a state of anxiety about orangutan extinction? It seems to me that what we want is to give children positive feelings about wild animals, so that when they learn, at a more appropriate age, about deforestation, they will care about the fate of wild things.

Last night I read Ben a book about coyotes. You might think that since coyotes have enormously expanded their range and numbers over the past 400 years, this book might end on a more positive note. But no: "although coyotes are doing well now, we don't know what the future holds for them in a world with ever more people...." Maybe I should try a book about rats.

This bad feeling for its own sake is the dark side of environmentalism. The message these books are sending is that all joy ought to be tinged with worry -- whenever we take delight in the power of tigers and the cunning of coyotes, we ought also to fret about the fate of the planet. But this is crazy. I see no evidence that making people feel bad is a good way to motivate changes in behavior. On the contrary, everything I know tells me that people will contribute to causes that make them feel good, and that unending negativity only turns people away. So whenever there is a chance to tout conservation measures that work, or to point out the many creatures that are still thriving in the world, we ought to be doing that instead of broadcasting gloom. Especially in books for five-year-olds.

Draw Your Own Clown Face

Ben (6) doodled this in his kid's menu Monday evening.

What is it?

Can you read this clue and figure out what happened here? The answer is in the comments.

A Family Saga in Bumper Stickers

Today I found myself driving behind an old Volvo bearing the following collection of bumper stickers:

Peace, Hon
War is Not the Answer
Do We Fear our Enemies More than We Love Our Children?
Obama/Biden 08
Killing One Man is Murder, Killing 1000 is Foreign Policy
My Son is a U.S. Marine

Paul Kozal

A wonderful photographer with many dreamy tree scenes like this one, which looks to me like an invitation to an adventure.

Back to Sleep

I find that one of life's great small joys is waking up in the dark with a grim feeling that it is time to get up even though I don't want to, checking the clock, seeing that I still have hours before the alarm will go off, and then drifting happily back to sleep.

Adrift

Thanks to Lisa Krauss, this is the Andrew Wyeth painting I was trying to find.

You have to wonder

In the "Strange T-Shirts" category, I spotted this on a man running in Washington:

Marketing is a Gerund

the archaeologist in his youth

I just stumbled across this picture of me in 1985, standing in the well of a small plantation dating to about 1650.

Bunker art

Some of Paul Virilio's photographs of WW II bunkers along the French coast have been posted at The Morning News. I find them quite striking in a grim way, because they seem to refer both to recent, terrible events and to archaeological photos of ancient castles and temples.

forensic science is bogus

The National Academy of Sciences is finally set to release its report on forensic science, and it says what anyone who has ever thought seriously about the subject already suspected:

Forensic evidence that has helped convict thousands of defendants for nearly a century is often the product of shoddy scientific practices that should be upgraded and standardized, according to accounts of a draft report by the nation’s pre-eminent scientific research group.

The report by the National Academy of Sciences is to be released this month. People who have seen it say it is a sweeping critique of many forensic methods that the police and prosecutors rely on, including fingerprinting, firearms identification and analysis of bite marks, blood spatter, hair and handwriting. The report says such analyses are often handled by poorly trained technicians who then exaggerate the accuracy of their methods in court. It concludes that Congress should create a federal agency to guarantee the independence of the field, which has been dominated by law enforcement agencies, say forensic professionals, scholars and scientists who have seen review copies of the study.

We send people to prison for life in this country using "scientific" evidence that couldn't get published in the lowest tier of scientific journals. The people who control the forensic labs, starting with the FBI, have always refused to allow outside testing of their labs, which as far as I am concerned renders all of their results useless. As things stand now we simply have no way of knowing how accurate these labs are. Academic investigators who have done small studies have found frightening error rates of greater than 20% for finger-print analysis, to take just one example. The first thing we should do is require all forensic labs to submit to annual checks of their accuracy by an outside regulatory body. The accuracy of their results-- say, that they matched 96 out of 100 DNA samples accurately-- should then be published and made available to judges and juries.

We don't test crime labs because it would be expensive and because it might make it harder to get convictions. But getting convictions isn't the point of the justice system, getting the truth is. And while getting at the truth is hard is most areas of life, it is fairly straightforward in science. It would not be hard to answer questions like "how accurate is the FBI fingerprinting lab?" if we simply did the necessary tests. That we don't is a travesty.

a memory

When I was about 12, I guess, I noticed that every time I saw a "No Dumping" sign there was trash strewn all around it. I wondered, do people with trash to dump wander around looking for a "No Dumping" sign? When they find one do they think, "Aha, this is the spot?" I pondered this on occasion for two or three years before one day it finally hit me: nobody would bother to put up a "No Dumping" sign except in a place where people had been dumping trash.

Bureaucrats

I had an experience on the train today that I have had three or four times. I sat with two bureaucrats who used to work in the same office but are now in different buildings although still in the same agency. They spent the whole 40-minute train ride catching up. They talked mostly about work, for forty minutes, and when we reached our station I still had no idea what either one does or what agency they work for. They talked about "changes" happening with the new political appointees, but I got no idea what those changes were. They talked about retirements and other departures. One said, "I heard you fired someone; was that difficult?" and the other explained for a few minutes how difficult it was. (Lawyers were involved.) They discussed how the old Inspector General, a political appointee, had now come back as the Deputy IG, a civil service post. They talked about the budget process; one heads a group that used to have two people work on the budget part time now but said it now takes four people full time. And so on and so on, forty minutes of shop talk. And in all of it I picked up only a single clue to where they work, that their agency has a hot line that gets thousands of calls.

The wheels of bureaucracy grind on, pretty much irrespective of what part of the government you're talking about.

jellyfish that age backwards

Nature is really weird.

About as wide as a human pinky nail when fully grown, the immortal jellyfish (scientific name: Turritopsis dohrnii) was discovered in the Mediterranean Sea in 1883. But its unique ability was not discovered until the 1990s.

Turritopsis typically reproduces the old-fashioned way, by the meeting of free-floating sperm and eggs. And most of the time they die the old-fashioned way too.

But when starvation, physical damage, or other crises arise, "instead of sure death, [Turritopsis] transforms all of its existing cells into a younger state," said study author Maria Pia Miglietta, a researcher at Pennsylvania State University.

The jellyfish turns itself into a bloblike cyst, which then develops into a polyp colony, essentially the first stage in jellyfish life.

The jellyfish's cells are often completely transformed in the process. Muscle cells can become nerve cells or even sperm or eggs.

Through asexual reproduction, the resulting polyp colony can spawn hundreds of genetically identical jellyfish—near perfect copies of the original adult.

Civil War pedantry

From Wilfred McClay, an interesting article on Abraham Lincoln and on how different history seems to those living through it than it does looking backward. As McClay says, Lincoln is now regarded as a great man, but at the time he was hugely controversial and widely hated.

We need to remember that this is often how history happens. Background music does not swell at the crucial moment, and trumpets do not sound, when the events of history are actually taking place. The orator or the soldier has to wonder whether he is acting in vain, whether the criticisms of others are in fact warranted, whether time will judge him harshly. . . .

So far, so good. But then we wander into nonsense:

We also need to remember how likely it seemed to Lincoln and others that he would lose the 1864 election, and thereby experience ignominious defeat and see the disintegration of the Union cause as he had fought for it. Had it not been for the miracle of Sherman’s and Grant’s decisive victories in the field, such a defeat at the polls would have been likely, as the American people had grown weary of this frustrating struggle.

Where to start? Grant's and Sherman's victories in 1864 were not a "miracle." Both men's armies outnumbered the Confederates opposing them by 2 to 1, and they were superbly equipped with everything from rifles and cannons to teams of railway men who could repair track faster than Confederate raiders could tear it up. Neither Grant nor Sherman was a military genius. They were both competent, disciplined commanders hand-picked by Lincoln because they had the particular skill needed at the time, that is, they knew how to advance aggressively and to make superior numbers decide the outcome of a battle. They had those superior numbers partly because of Lincoln's skill in mobilizing public opinion and Congressional support behind the war. Lincoln took a personal role, not just in choosing generals, but in making sure that the railroads ran, that promising new technologies like repeating rifles and ironclad ships were pushed forward, and that black troops were used in the battle line.

Yes, history is contingent. But it is rarely decided by "miracles," and great leaders like Lincoln actually have some impact on how it turns out.

Chinese breakfast

The one way that Zhen Zhen still seems different from our American-born children is in the way she eats, especially at breakfast. Our other children would live on sweetened carbohydrates if we left them. They want cereal morning, noon, and night. But Zhen Zhen prefers to eat other things. Her favorite breakfast actually seems to be leftover General Tso's chicken and rice, or chicken tikka masala. Quite often she asks for chicken nuggets. This morning she asked for macaroni and cheese. I always think, who am I to impose my western notions of breakfast on her? So macaroni and cheese it was.

Live in the future, and the past

This is the answer to Edge's "What do you believe is true even though you can't prove it" question by German software designer Kai Krause.

I have always felt, but can't prove outright: Zen is wrong. Then is right. Everything is not about the now, as in the "here and how", "living for the moment" On the contrary: I believe everything is about the before then and the back then.
It is about the anticipation of the moment and the memory of the moment, but not the moment.

In German there is a beautiful little word for it: "Vorfreude", which still is a shade different from "delight" or "pleasure" or even "anticipation". It is the "Pre-Delight", the "Before-Joy", or as a little linguistic concoction: the "ForeFun"; in a single word trying to express the relationship of time, the pleasure of waiting for the moment to arrive, the can't wait moments of elation, of hoping for some thing, some one, some event to happen. . . .

Bluntly put: spend your life in the eternal bliss of always having something to hope for, something to wait for, plans not realized, dreams not come true.... Make sure you have new points on the horizon, that you purposely create. And at the same time, relive your memories, uphold and cherish them, keep them alive and share them, talk about them.

Make plans and take pictures.

Thought for the Day

The fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one had planned to be.

-- Pascal Mercier

quantum telegraph

One of the weirder bits of quantum theory specifies that atoms or sub-atomic particles can become "entangled." That is, the properties of one depend on the properties of the other; for example, in some kinds of reactions an atom might emit two electrons that spin in different directions. This remains true no matter how far apart they fly. And due to that other famous bit of quantum weirdness, uncertainty, neither electron actually has a spin until somebody measures it. At that moment you "collapse the wave function" of the electron in front of you, forcing it to have one spin state or the other. And simultaneously you force the second electron to take the opposite spin, even if it is a billion light years away.

Ever since this was discovered, scientists and science fiction writers have been wondering how to use the property to create instantaneous communication. We're still a long, long way from the interstellar telegraphs beloved of certain sci-fi writers, but another important if very small step has now been taken:

For the first time, scientists have successfully teleported information between two separate atoms in unconnected enclosures a meter apart – a significant milestone in the global quest for practical quantum information processing.

Teleportation may be nature's most mysterious form of transport: Quantum information, such as the spin of a particle or the polarization of a photon, is transferred from one place to another, without traveling through any physical medium. It has previously been achieved between photons over very large distances, between photons and ensembles of atoms, and between two nearby atoms through the intermediary action of a third. None of those, however, provides a feasible means of holding and managing quantum information over long distances.

Now a team from the Joint Quantum Institute (JQI) at the University of Maryland (UMD) and the University of Michigan has succeeded in teleporting a quantum state directly from one atom to another over a substantial distance. That capability is necessary for workable quantum information systems because they will require memory storage at both the sending and receiving ends of the transmission.

In the Jan. 23 issue of the journal Science, the scientists report that, by using their protocol, atom-to-atom teleported information can be recovered with perfect accuracy about 90% of the time – and that figure can be improved.

"Our system has the potential to form the basis for a large-scale 'quantum repeater' that can network quantum memories over vast distances," says group leader Christopher Monroe of JQI and UMD. "Moreover, our methods can be used in conjunction with quantum bit operations to create a key component needed for quantum computation." A quantum computer could perform certain tasks, such as encryption-related calculations and searches of giant databases, considerably faster than conventional machines. The effort to devise a working model is a matter of intense interest worldwide.

the shirt

Geologist Richard Neavel of Austin, TX, wearing a shirt featuring my favorite movie line, testifies against a Texas bill that would require science teachers to discuss the "strengths and weaknesses" of all scientific theories. Yes, that's right, in order to somehow fight the teaching of evolution, Texas conservatives are supporting a bill that would require physics teachers to discuss the strengths and weakness 0f universal gravitation, chemistry teachers to discuss the strengths and weaknesses of atomic theory, etc.

The Crowd

I like this image better than any of the pictures of the new President. As much as I admire him, the day is really about us, the people, and the power of democracy.

our mixed-up first family

From the NY Times:

The president’s elderly stepgrandmother brought him an oxtail fly whisk, a mark of power at home in Kenya. Cousins journeyed from the South Carolina town where the first lady’s great-great-grandfather was born into slavery, while the rabbi in the family came from the synagogue where he had been commemorating Martin Luther King's Birthday. The president and first lady’s siblings were there, too, of course: his Indonesian-American half-sister, who brought her Chinese-Canadian husband, and her brother, a black man with a white wife.

Gotta love this family photo:

President Obama hugged his half-sister, Maya Soetoro-Ng, at her December 2003 wedding to Konrad Ng, third from right, in Hawaii. From left, his daughters, Sasha and Malia; his grandmother Madelyne Dunham, seated; Konrad’s parents, Joan and Howard Ng, and brother Perry Ng; and Michelle Obama.

meanwhile, amidst the ruins

From the Associated Press:

Hamas Declares Victory in Rallies across Gaza

GAZA CITY – Waving green Islamic flags atop the ruins of Gaza, Hamas proclaimed victory in rallies attended by thousands of supporters Tuesday, saying it survived Israel's military onslaught despite the destruction and massive death toll suffered by Gazans.

Beyond its fiery words, however, Hamas offered no plans for rebuilding Gaza, which suffered some $2 billion in damage during three weeks of fighting. Gaza's borders with Israel and Egypt, largely sealed since the Islamic militants seized power 19 months ago, remain closed and are unlikely to open unless the militants relinquish some control.

Israel has also claimed victory, but neither side was the clear winner.

The fighting killed some 1,300 Gazans, the vast majority civilians, and thousands of Palestinian homes were destroyed. Israel emerged from the war with relatively few casualties — 13 dead, including 10 soldiers — but halted fire before reaching its objectives. No internationally backed truce deal is yet in place to prevent Hamas rocket fire on southern Israel or arms smuggling into Gaza.

To quote a bit of Shakespeare, "All are punished."

the oath of office

NPR once had a feature with a bunch of other country's Presidential oaths, and they were all pretty lame. "I promise to be good," that sort of thing. Only the US oath had any real gravity, because the US President promises to do something concrete and of the highest importance: preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States. Bush broke his oath. My highest hope for Obama is that he will keep his.

In his inaugural address, he hinted that he intends to:

. . .we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake.

self promotion

I set up a Facebook page. I have no idea what I will do with it, but I was just reading that some people, when they want to check up on somebody they've heard of, look for him or her on Facebook. Now they can find me. Weee. I have to say that I find the interface remarkably ugly. Why can't you make your page cool, with an array of graphics and words, instead of that clunky, bureaucratic layout? It looks like a personnel file.

Not your usual rainbow

I found this perusing old pictures on the National Geographic web site. It's a rare atmospheric phenomenon called a circumhorizontal arc, photographed in Idaho in June, 2006. To quote:

The arc isn't a rainbow in the traditional sense—it is caused by light passing through wispy, high-altitude cirrus clouds. The sight occurs only when the sun is very high in the sky (more than 58° above the horizon). What's more, the hexagonal ice crystals that make up cirrus clouds must be shaped like thick plates with their faces parallel to the ground.

When light enters through a vertical side face of such an ice crystal and leaves from the bottom face, it refracts, or bends, in the same way that light passes through a prism. If a cirrus's crystals are aligned just right, the whole cloud lights up in a spectrum of colors.