Help A Blogger Out

Ian asks an interesting question:

I am not out to solicit praise. Someone please tell me how I can do this blog differently, or what they would do with this space. Dialogue is all but dead, and the rest is gossip. If this is merely a place to put photos, I could do it on Flickr. Are blogs really just the domain of knitters and people who are still dating? If we’ve all made up our minds, why are any of us still talking?

Even as stats crash and the false promise of blogging pans out fully, I often think that this blog and others are geared primarily to trigger response. Seeing as that is part of our CIA funding agreement, it makes sense. So respond – if you have any requests for topics and themes, let me know. Should there be a Tantrama City reunion mini-series? Should I finally make up my mind and join a political party? Should I just stay home and cut out all this travelling?

At least go tell Ian what to do.

I Never Liked Starbucks

I went once in Vancouver, paid waaaaay too much for essentially a 25 cent product and never went back. But apparently some people want their Starbucks coffee quite badly:

A Starbucks customer in the US who was told her free drink voucher was worthless is launching a $114m (£60m) lawsuit against the coffee colossus. Starbucks pulled the free drink offer, saying it had been redistributed beyond its original intent.

There is this thing in law called de minimus, things so tiny that the law can’t see them so it doesn’t bother with them. A free coupon for a coffee is about as de minimus as I can imagine.

There Is A Club For Everything

Some days you just don’t know what to write. There is nothing decent to steal off of other bloggers, the news is the same or worse and its a rainy cold evening that feels so much like the fall that it could be Newfoundland in July. Then think of the seach you have never searched before in 15 years of surfing and there it is – you’ve come across the Vintage Snowmobile Club of America and your faith in mankind is restored.

I don’t know why I think this is neato

1974 Mercury Sno Twister for sale (Serial Number 16 of 1000). It is in pieces, but I can assure you everything is there. I recently bought a NOS track, MANY NOS engine parts (Gaskets, seals, rings, a jug, and good condition used heads for it). The seat, hood, and bellypan are there, and in ok shape. There is much more so ask questions if you would like. Make Offer

…but I think it speaks to the same need to determine what Shakespeare looked like or what the big bang was really like. These are variations on a theme and the theme is developing idle pointless skills and knowledge. I’m not even handy at all and have no shed but the idea of buying something on the basis of “I can assure you everything is there” is intriguing to me.

I have a pal who has said that if I see a boat for a hundred dollars I am to buy it. I think he has about seven now. Because he has told everyone that. We all have it. We all want to sit in a shed in a slightly smelly old armchair that is actually quite comfortable if you know just where to park yourself as the sun comes through the door nicely and, besides, you know where the rum is. Its called young old crazy guy syndrome. We all have it but these guys really have it – the Old Lawnmower Club on England. Look upon their knowledge and gaze in wonder. I even caught myself thinking that lawn mowing history is actually a little interesting – and wondering who would want a nine-inch wide mower? – but now knowing that “Shanks Britisher” is not only the last words of gratitude a Nazi escapee would have uttered to his collaborator pal as he rowed out to the U-boat on that moonless night.

Five Years On

I suppose many of us thought at the time that we would not get to this point in the way that we have. We thought the world had changed and that things like irony and division were finished. When I go in to the archives of this blog and search for “9/11”, I find a lot I have written and you have writing about the day, the attacks and the implications. I wrote this in 2003, wrote this in 2004 – which includes my first post 9/11 comment on Steve’s blog – and here is what I wrote last year.

I still compare events now to the events of my younger years and the nuclear fear that gripped and consider the fall of the Berlin Wall the critical turning event I have witnessed. This would not be the same for those who, like Ian, were much much closer. But if I think of concepts like fear, solidarity, security, hope, peace, resolution, terror I do not think we have entered a new era unless that new area is one of stalemate. The stalemate includes that of the mind, of policy but also in each of our emotional relation to the event. Even with events like the bombing in London last summer, so many more people have died since in waves of response to 9/11 and in other places like Darfur; so many terrorist attacks have not occured since through both the success of security as well as the fact that there are not thousands in Al Queda waiting to shoe bomb or poison water supplies or set of a dirty bomb but far fewer with far fewer resources than we could have thought watching the towers fall; so many other events have happened since which have killed so many – especially the tsunami and New Orleans – that it may be time to think beyond the stalemate. I think that includes Canada’s fight in Afghanistan, the actual war on terror which should always have been the focus and not elsewhere. Undoing the places and the political cultures where killing and dehumanizing are taught must be done – and where they really are may have to be admitted.

More than anything, however, today my thoughts are with Trevor Greene and his family. We talk of what has changed since 9/11 and what we have given up and frankly I have given up nothing. We have not taken on a total war against terror, though we have taken on a professional one. And Trevor heard the call to join that fight to reconstruct and remake the societies in the valleys along the Afghan-Pakistan border where schools became suicide fighter training grounds, where sports stadiums became slaughter houses for militant puritan idealists, where reason was driven out – and he did so for me and us. And as the newspaper article an old friend of his and mine has linked to this morning explains, Trevor has given up much and now fights another fight I will not have to.

Week Two With Brendan Carney

A bit of good luck yesterday with the Syracuse v. Iowa game as it was shown from the Carrier Dome on ABC. In the end Syracuse lost 20 to 13 but did so in double overtime after Iowa made a heroic defensive stand at the end zone which, through a series of penalties, gave Syracuse about 27 chances to move the ball three inches to tie and drive the game in to a third overtime.

They didn’t pull it off against the #14 ranked team in the land but our man Brendan was in the heart of the game in many ways. Here are his stats:

Kickoffs
No.
Yds
TB
OB
Avg
CARNEY,Brendan
3
179
1
0
59.7

Punting
No.
Yds
Ave
Long
In 20
TB
CARNEY,Brendan
7
328
46.9
66
1
2

He did not merely abandon the ball when he kicked. Called on to punt at one point, he drove Iowa back deep into its own end after his 66 yard kick. He then took a beating from an Iowa player which went unpenalized. But his real contribution goes un-noted in the stats. As ball-holder for the field goal kicker he turned an awful worm burner of a throw from the center with six seconds to go into a stable target instantly. That field goal tied the game and it had far more to do with the hands that held the ball than the foot that kicked it. Carney described the moment thusly:

Q: How did you get the snap on that field goal up?
A: When he snapped it, I caught it in the ground. Luckily, I was able to get it up and Patrick (Shadle) made it.

Brill. Next week: away to Illinois, which will be on ESPNU so will be on the zillion channel universe that is the screen in the basement…right in the middle of a kids party. Illinois lost 33-0 to Rutgers yesterday. There is hope. More Brendan here and here.

Never Was A Friday Chat So Richly Deserved

The whole concept of TGIF has been laid aside somewhat since the disco era. Something happened around the time the Smashing Pumpkins were being miserable. I think it was then because when the Smiths were miserable at least you could still dance to it even if you had to try a little too hard sometimes.

  • Update: What is it with today that there is muchly going on? Anyway, here is another lunchy update. John Gushue has provided this excellent passage on the Colbert Report‘s addressing o’ the nuttiness that is wikipedia and its attack on reason in favour of buying bulk:

    Over the last month, Colbert has given us another gem: wikiality. “What we’re doing is bringing democracy to knowledge,” Colbert said on his July 31 episode, as he introduced the word. He then invited his viewers to log on to Wikipedia – the open-source encyclopedia that allows any user to edit most any document – and write that the population of elephants had actually tripled in the last six months.

    The population of elephants has in fact declined, but Colbert – the persona, it should be remembered – argued that environmentalists could be corrected on anything if enough people said it was so. Colbert’s fans – heroes, he calls them – did so, with enough volume to crash the site temporarily, and (more enduringly prompting Wikipedia to lock down almost two dozen articles containing data about elephants.

    Colbert made his point, but that was just the start. A month of so after it was coined, “wikiality” at this writing returns more than 290,000 hits on Google, and has spawned a funny site by that name. (With, yes, a full – and fictitious – entry on elephants.) The so-called Web 2.0 revolution has been made fun of before, but never so sharply or so well.

    “Wikiality” now joins Web Twenny as my favorite “new era” commentaries.

    One further thought: won’t it be nice when we soon have a word for the sort of dope who believes what is read on a blog over authoritative sources? I suspect that will be one characteristic of the impending but not yet here new broader era of post-post-9/11 thinking. We are still, as you know, locked into the many forms of gullibility in the pre-post-post-9/11 world that that terrible tragedy unleashed as one of its many unanticipatible, incoherent and tangential off-spring. I am thinking of a word. It might be “clog” but I sorta used that up with the concept of “clogging” though they are not unrelated.

  • Update: David Frum just said this on NPR’s The Connection:

    Military action has a better record of solving problems than social work does.

    Exactly one pack o’ lie. If you, as it is reasonable to do, include social welfare and public health in the concept of social work, this is the classic example of an unchallenged toss-off line that a guy like Frum uses as a bullying smoke screen hovering above his eloquent vacuity. He moves on to pose the argument that if you do not have regard for the policies of George Bush, you cannot have regard for human life. Dopery. Next time you are with Frum, please ask him to slow down and explain himself before he moves on to the next unfounded postulate. It is a technique that would make the finest used car salesman blush.

  • Update: Nicholas quotes a quotable quotation about blogging that is worth a link and a repeat:

    Sadly, I’m willing to bet a fairly hefty sum of money that almost none of the [. . .] bloggers who linked to it originally will link to my attempts to rectify their misunderstanding. Because after all the point of blogging is not to have an interesting discussion; it is to make fun of people who don’t agree with us, in the company of like-minded companions who will reinforce our conviction that other opinions are risible. But we’ll know, won’t we, dear reader. And the important thing, of course, is that we all agree . . .

    I have had to use and separatelty defend the use of my manners policy this week and I am happy to do so. I believe that there is a place between demanding and enforcing gawk-jawed fawning acceptance of the blogger’s party line on the one hand and, on the other, promoting mean-spirited auslandering and screaming finger-pointery of any and all. That zone is called civil discourse and that is that thing I want here. It is ok, therefore and because the world is full of them, to call some one a dope and their ideas dopey but only if you can support the allegation with supportable examples and links to evidence. It is never right to call someone a mother(#&$*&ing dope even if you have such examples. Fair?

  • Gary remembered the Pretenders this week which was definitely a band that you could dance to as you were thinking about how Monday took you back to the chain gang. Both their self-titled first album in high school and Learning to Crawl nearing the end of undergrad were massively important.
  • Speaking of undergrad, I started it 25 years ago this week. That is uncomfortably more than Oldie Olson when I think of it. I remember thinking I was getting creeky when I hit 25. Jeesh.
  • So what if we are chilling the relationship with China? It is a totalitarian dictatorship. That should be a simple, straight-forward rule. No kissy face with dictatorships. And while we are at it, how about doing it with these guys, too.
  • Is modernity getting you down?

    The fast pace of modern life is the biggest health worry, a survey says. The public cited lack of exercise, lack of sleep, fatigue and stress in their top five concerns with passive smoking and drinking much lower down the chart.

    I have a trick. Ignore expectations. And now that I am truly Oldie Olson, I can be left alone to do so. For years I was a junior slob, a man ahead of my time in terms of going to seed. Now my age is catching up to me and I am thinking that middle age is the true era for Gen X slackers. Like childhood, it is an era in which much is done to you. Unlike childhood you have a credit card and know how to use dirty words usefully.

  • This is actually interesting. One of the reasons we have shock of the new is that the internet for a long time has effectively erased the past by not archiving pre-digital era events in a handy-dandy fashion. Through YouTube we have regained the videos of our youth and Google has now launched the Google News Archive Search which apparently goes back 200 years. Soon I will be able to meet my old anxtity youthful self on the internet so that we can look at each other and call each other losers.
  • Watching local New York state TV as I do – as I am doing – I am getting the election ads and I have to admit watching ads with strong leaders without right wing agendas is quite refreshing. Say what you like as you demonize Hillary Clinton, she is a shoe-in for repeat Senator due to her hard work as a local representative for the state. The funniest thing is people who thought she was a carpet bagger. No one with the name Clinton can be a carpet bagger in upstate New York as far as I can tell.

Must run now as I leave you earlier to hoist weights each morning. I am aware that “hoisting” implies something more than the actual weight I throw around but if I use words like “hoisting” and “throwing around” it sounds cooler and more effective than it actually is.

I Was This Close To The Stage

As time passes and you get older you forget you laughed a lot over bands like Foreigner and so you now think it is kind of cool to walk around the New York State Fair and listen to them. Apparently a lot of people are of the same mind. They were tight and from 500 feet looked pretty good, especially the guy (or dot) in the white jacket.

I had a far better view of the Dinosaur BBQ ribs.