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August 4, 2004

Race and politics

Walter Williams writes about Conservatives, Liberals, and Blacks at CapMag, contending that

the conservative vision shows far greater respect for blacks than the liberal you-can't-make-it-without-us vision.

He suggests that it might be guilt that motivates white liberals, and graciously includes a "Proclamation of Amnesty and Pardon Granted to All Persons of European Descent":

I, Walter E. Williams, do declare full and general amnesty and pardon to all persons of European ancestry, for both their own grievances, and those of their forebears, against my people.

Therefore, from this day forward Americans of European ancestry can stand straight and proud knowing they are without guilt and thus obliged not to act like damn fools in their relationships with Americans of African ancestry. [Emphasis added]

Hee. Read the whole thing.

August 5, 2004

Harrowing

CB at My War posted a harrowing account of a battle in Mosul.

August 12, 2004

Interview

CB posts a great Interview with an Iraqi.

QUESTION: Is it less dangerous here in Mosul now than it was in the past? How dangerous is Mosul now?

ANSWER: To be honest with you the situation is still dangerous. Because, many people came from Irania, and they enter inside Iraq. They use Islam and they use that banner to fight against the American Forces, and what they call a jihad, and Islam doesn't say that, believe me they are far away from Islam. Islam does not say fight your brother or kill the innocent people. So I think their opinions are not true. Their ideas are not true.

August 17, 2004

Heh.

Kerry Unveils One-Point Plan for a Better America

"My national-defense policy will be guided by one imperative: Don't be George Bush. As will my plans to create a strong economy, protect civil rights, develop a better healthcare system, and improve homeland security."

Heehee.

(It's The Onion, folks.)

For al-Sadr?

Cox and Forkum show (again) how devastating their work can be with a single cartoon:


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Click the link above to read their commentary, too.


P.S.
Can anyone help me figure out to make it so that the edge of C&F's cartoon doesn't get cut off like that?

August 26, 2004

Sibelius's Karelia Suite

When I was 13 or 14, my mother subscribed to a season's worth of tickets to the county philharmonic. I grew up studying classical modern dance with teachers who often chose classical music for practicing or performing, so I had some basic appreciation of the genre, but not much more than your average Top 40-favoring adolescent. During the second of the season's concerts, I listened with eyes drooping from the soothing sounds of the orchestra, which failed to arouse much of my interest. But, during the last piece, I suddenly found myself focusing intensely on the melody played by a mournful English horn. About seven minutes later, the piece ended in an achingly seeking cello theme, and I realized I had tears in my eyes.

This was my introduction to Jean Sibelius; the piece was his tone-poem "The Swan of Tuonela," from Lemminkäinen Suite. For Christmas, I requested a CD of the piece, and thus became quite familiar with his Symphony No. 1 and Violin Concerto in D minor, Op. 47, and less familiar with his second symphony.

While I would name Sibelius as one of my favorite composers, it was not until a few weeks ago that I decided to explore more of his work. I purchased a double CD of Symphonies 1, 4, 5, and 6, and the Karelia Suite, performed by the Berliner Philharmoniker and conducted by Herbert von Karajan (it's amazing how cheap even imported, quality classical music can be). I specifically bought this CD because a member of the forums at Objectivism Online compared Sibelius's 5th Symphony to Ayn Rand's description of Richard Halley's "Concerto of Deliverance" in Atlas Shrugged.

My preferred method of "getting to know" classical music is to play it in the background as I go about my business, then, once familiarized with it on a basic level, I return to those sections that I have found the most captivating. This is the method I decided to use for listening to Symphony No. 5, so I have been playing the CD pretty much every time I sit down at the computer for the last few weeks. The first three tracks of this volume are actually Sibelius's Karelia Suite, Op. 11, and just a few days ago, I realized that the Ballade, the hauntingly beautiful second movement, had caught my ear. It begins with a quiet, distinctive melody played low in the horn section, then picked up by the strings, and punctuated by woodwinds. Almost-unceasing cellos play a steady undercurrent, granting the movement a steady momentum through the false ending about halfway through the seven-minute section. After a few moments of near silence, middle-range strings (I'm very bad at identifying instruments) pick up the initial theme. I find it very hard to describe the emotions evoked by this transition, so I'll do it in a way that seems trite, but fairly accurate. It sounds like part of a soundtrack directly following a battle sceneâ€"when the heroes look around and see that, while many have died, they, the forces of good, have triumphed. It would be appropriate in Band of Brothers.

The piece continues contemplatively, and about five minutes in, the full string section enters, evoking rejuvenating sunshine. Another false ending, and a single woodwind enters: the voice of the hero. The only disappointing part is the ending, which fades out with little recollection of the quiet grandeur of the rest of the movement. There is a final movement in the Suite that is heroic and joyful, but it is the second that really catches my ear with its dramatic push toward victory won, even at a high cost.

Of course, I am no music expert, and in fact my interpretation is quite different from that in the liner notes, which describes the Ballade as "the singing of a medieval Finnish minstrel with a melancholy singing tune for strings." But, Sibelius has not disappointed me yet, and I would recommend his music to anyone inclined toward the Romantic tradition.

Feel free to leave your classical music suggestions in the comments!

Grilled Shrimp, corn, and black bean salad

I've been meaning to blog this recipe for a long time. I made it a few weeks ago when I was visiting my family.


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The recipe can be found here, at Epicurious, of course. Note that they call it a "tostada" salad, but I omitted that descriptor as well as that ingredient. This dish was absolutely delicious. Because there are a variety of picky eaters in my family, I left out the cilantro and cumin in the vinaigrette, and added a minced garlic clove to make up for it. But I didn't really need to, because the jalapeño lent so much flavor (and without any heat). I lined the parts of the dish up, buffet-style, so everyone could personalize their mixture: shrimp, black bean-tomato-corn mixture, red onion-green onion mixture, lettuce, dressing, and chopped cilantro for those of us who do like it. I also cooked the shrimp on a grill pan rather than on a real grill, though I'll bet that would make it even more scrumptious. I really can't imagine other changes that could make this any better. A perfect summer supper.

August 27, 2004

Too bad

Damn. Well, it looks like CB at Fear and Loathing in Iraq has left the buiding. There has been a lot of frenzy at and about his site in the last few days, since his blog came under review by his command and was featured on NPR. Conspiracy theories will abound, I'm sure, but it seems to me that it probably just got to be too much for someone who also happens to be living in a war zone.

Well, it is too bad, because he was certainly a unique source, but he probably made the best decision for his own sanity. I wish him the best.

Generosity

Recently, I haven't been inclined to list much on Mondays, but something happened today that inspired me to write up this two-item "list."

1. A couple of weeks ago, I was in line at Starbucks for my Frappuccino fix when I realized that I had left in my car the two other dollars necessary to pay for the drink. There was a line, but I resigned myself to having to wait behind people who would probably be extremely inefficient in their ordering technique.* When I returned from the car, the gentleman who had been behind me in line (and still hadn't ordered) shooed me in front of him, despite my protestations: "Just because you had to run out to your car doesn't mean you should lose your place!" I thanked him, ordered, and happily slurped down my Mocha with a shot of Creme de Menthe well before the party who would have been in front of me managed to decide whether they wanted a tall or a grande.

2. Alex told me he'd be sending some stuff home...I should have realized that when Alex talks about some stuff, he means a lot of stuff. This morning there was a knocking on my door, and a postal truck on the street. I dashed into my robe and down the stairs to my front door (I live on the second floor of a house), and found an extremely sweet mailman. He gave me the delivery confirmation to sign while he went to his truck to haul the huge black footlocker to the front door. "I know where this is from," he said, a smile in his voice. "I just retired from the military." Looking in, he could see the staircase, and the footlocker still in his arms, asked if I'd like him to carry it up. At 5'9'', I was taller than him by three or four inches, but, while I can carry a lot, I knew that this "parcel" would be a struggle for me. I accepted, and while he skipped up my stairs and slid the footlocker on to the hallway floor, he asked, "when is he coming home?" "In a few months." I thanked him, and he was out the door before I could process it allâ€"before I could think about all I would have said, had I been in a better state of mind. Words like, "thank you, sir, for all you've done." All I could do was shut my yellow-ribboned door.

* Yes, when alone, I can be extremely impatient. I'm pretty good at not showing it, though.

Wanted: two cures

1. A cure for the common cold. Yes, I know, we don't know how to get rid of viruses and blah blah blah. But seriously, I find it nearly impossible to think when I can't breathe, and for all the miracles of modern medicine, we really should be able to find, if not a cure, then something that will reduce the symptoms to nil. Dayquil doesn't cut itâ€"for some reason, pseudoephedrine raises my blood pressure and my heart rate. Not to mention that it's pretty ridiculous for someone to get a cold in the middle of August.

2. A cure for my computer. It's bad enough that it's a Mac, and much harder and more expensive to find software and accessories that will function on that platform. But, when I finally put up the cash and the RAM to install OS X, I find out that, while OS 9 was too old to run most software, OS X (Panther!) is too new to run most of the stuff I want. I like Macs, but at this point, my next computer will be a PC (and a laptop, to boot).


Blogging of substance will recommence when I can think coherently for more than ten minutes.

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