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30 July 2004

Just Updating...

I have many thoughts to post on the Democratic Convention which I am much too lazy to collect and post at the moment. Perhaps later.

I have e-mailed every conceivable person at UNT who workes with the paper and might be able to point me in the right direction to becoming a columnist. I did this some time ago. I'm beginning to think that perhaps people just don't bother to read their e-mail at this school.

I haven't done much reading lately. My fantasy baseball team built a sizeable lead heading into the break, but it rapidly disappeared. So I've had to spend the last few days in damage control mode, and once again am solidly in the lead again. So I expect to get back to my books again.

I'll try to get my thoughts posted on the convention a bit later, but I only slept for three hours last night, so I'll have to come home and sleep after speech therapy. So I probably won't be able to get anything up until early Saturday morning (probably between 1-4 am).

26 July 2004

AGoT; Kerry, Iran, Pre-emption

The dialogue in Martin's A Game of Thrones makes the conversation in Jordan's The Eye of the World seem like the script of a cheap children's cartoon movie. It is much more lively, believeable. The prose is of a much more dignified style. Martin seems to feel less compulsion than Jordan to every little ridiculous thought that might pass through his characters' minds. It is a novel clearly targeted at adult audiences. It even has sexual references and much swearing. I don't like that much. I much prefer fantasy novels that are complex enough for adults and still innocent enough for bright children. Like Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.


I have read little of the 9/11 Commissions' s report. What I have read sounds much like a broad exposition on all the presuppositions that ultimately led to the formulation of the Bush doctrine. I'm utterly befuddled as to how a war on Islamist terror can be fought by a president who eschews the doctrine of pre-emption. The Democrats still seem to have no answer to this question, no alternative to the Bush doctrine.

Says Charles Krauthammer in his latest Post article:

If not war, then what? We know the central foreign policy principle of Bush critics: multilateralism. John Kerry and the Democrats have said it a hundred times: The source of our troubles is President Bush's insistence on "going it alone." They promise to "rejoin the community of nations" and "work with our allies."

Well, that happens to be exactly what we have been doing regarding Iran. And the policy is an abject failure. The Bush administration, having decided that invading one axis-of-evil country was about as much as either the military or the country can bear, has gone multilateral on Iran, precisely what the Democrats advocate. Washington delegated the issue to a committee of three -- the foreign ministers of Britain, France and Germany -- that has been meeting with the Iranians to get them to shut down their nuclear program.

The result? They have been led by the nose. Iran is caught red-handed with illegally enriched uranium, and the Tehran Three prevail upon the Bush administration to do nothing while they persuade the mullahs to act nice. Therefore, we do not go to the U.N. Security Council to declare Iran in violation of the Non-Proliferation Treaty. We do not impose sanctions. We do not begin squeezing Iran to give up its nuclear program. [...]

The fact is that the war critics have nothing to offer on the single most urgent issue of our time -- rogue states in pursuit of weapons of mass destruction.

This is a question John Kerry should answer at the convention. What would he do about Iran? is he prepared to use force if necessary? Is he prepared to go it alone if he must? Lawrence Kaplan, writing in the rather New Republic had this to say:

Kerry's calls for a rapprochement with Teheran come at a rather inopportune moment. The very regime that Kerry demands we engage, after all, has just been certified as an Al Qaeda sanctuary--and by the very commission in which the Kerry campaign has invested so much hope. The report's finding, moreover, counts as only one of Teheran's sins. Lately its theocrats have been wreaking havoc in Iraq and Afghanistan, aiding America's foes along Iran's borders in the hopes of expanding their influence in both countries, even as they continue to fund Palestinian terror groups. Then, too, the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA) has amassed a mountain of evidence pointing to Iranian violations of the Nonproliferation Treaty. With two nuclear power plants slated to go online in Iran, and IAEA inspectors stumbling across designs for sophisticated centrifuges, even the Europeans and the United Nations have nearly exhausted their efforts to engage the Islamic Republic. [...]

Put another way, the [Bush] administration has two Iran policies, and the result has been a mix of good and bad. Kerry, by contrast, boasts a single, coherent, and--to judge by the description of Teheran's activities in yesterday's report--utterly delusional Iran policy. Now, if only the Bush team could sort out its own, it might have an opportunity to draw a meaningful distinction.

24 July 2004

Thoughts on The Eye of the World

In the opening to his Wheel of Time series, Robert Jordan presents a world of astonishing depth. Unfortunately, this is the most that can be said for it. For as much depth as his world has, it is equally lacking in imagination and originality. One can hardly make it through an entire chapter without running across an element that seems to have been lifted directly from Tolkien's work. Included among these are (off the top of my head): a mountain range called "Mountains of Mist"; a mountain range called "Mountains of Dhoom"; an evil villain who has been locked away for centuries but is quickly returning to power; a great warrior who happens to be a king by birth -- an heir to a discontinued throne. There are other elements as well. Even the plot line takes the general shape of the Rings novels. A group ("fellowship" if you will) must travel across the world to a particular destination as they are pursued by agents of the Dark One. They manage to accomplish their objective just as an army consisting of their allies is making a final stand against an enemy army. Sound familiar?

His characters are dreadfully boring. Jordan has succeeded marvelously at crafting an entire 800-page novel that hasn't a single character the reader might actually care about. There are few or no strong characters in the book. Moiraine Sedai is his strongest character and even she has very little nuance. She's obviously Jordan's favorite character. She's the smartest, the prettiest, has all the witty comebacks, is the most powerful, and all the men fear her.

Much of the book describes the travels of the company, and much of it is bland and dull. The plot line is monotonous and mostly unchanging. One might expect a few more incidents and plot twists in a novel of 800 pages.  Major details about the main conflicts of the novel are never actually sorted out. For example, it is never very clear why Ba'alzamon (the villain) is pursuing our protagonists so heavily.  This might be a nice thing to understand from the start of the novel. I kept reading in anticipation of more details. They never came.

Conflicts between the characters are one-sided, superficial, and have very little nuance to them. It is usually flatly obvious which characters the author favors in any given argument among the protagonists.

In conclusion, Jordan's opening work in his Wheel of Time series has very little going for it. Even it's primary strong point -- the depth of Jordan's world -- seems, in many ways, an unimaginative rehashing of what most all fantasy readers have already encountered.


I may have forgotten to mention this earlier, but I did buy a domain for this page. You can access this blog at http://www.kreliavsrealm.com.

I intend to start Martin's A Game of Thrones soon as well as Dune. Also, I bought a copy of the 9/11 Commission Report. It's pretty hefty and I'll probably only read a couple of chapters -- there's only a few that really interest me (the ones pertaining to the formation of a broad strategy for combatting Islamist terror in the wake of 9/11). I'll probably post some of my thoughts on it soon.


23 July 2004

Russian Troops in Iraq; Storms on the Iranian Front

As I was in the process of becoming a foreign policy wonk during my time in Washintgon, D.C., I managed to assmeble a collection of online sources of intelligence about the latest occurences in world affairs. I read into some of them recently for the first time in months. According to stratfor.info, President Putin is busy pondering the potential political repercussions of sending up to 40,000 Russian troops to Iraq this coming fall.

But the real story is this: US-Iranian relations are breaking down and approaching the borderlines of a crisis. It may very well be that Iranian leaders have calculated that their U.S. counterparts will be ill-prepared to deal with a crisis in an election year, and therefore, might decide to provoke one. This is where the conflict over Iranian nuclear development comes into play. The diplomatic standoff has come about less as a result of Iran's unalterable resolve to acquire nuclear weapons than as a result of nuclear weapons providing a convenient mechanism with which Iran can provoke a crisis. Like North Korea, Iran is holding out the prospect of nuclear weapon development as a way to remain relevant to the United States.

Apparently, there is still hope that some agreement may come out of this. But it seems highly unlikely to me.

All this to say that a storm over Iran is threatening. And the rain may start to fall as early as late this year. Presently, U.S. military planners are said to be working away updating plans relevant to Iran.


22 July 2004

Military Spending Is Much Too Little

I haven't been able to work up the motivation to write many political entries here in the last couple of months or so. I anticipate writing regular columns when I get to UNT, and I'm currently in the mode of storing all my thoughts away in reserve for that possibility. But what follows is a few of my latest thoughts.

For some time now, it's been apparent to even the most casual observer that the war on terror is something distant and far away to most Americans. The burden of sacrifice seems to have fallen entirely on shoulders of our armed forces servicemen and their families.

In the face of calls on the Capitol Hill for a bigger army, a Pentagon general has come forth with renewed arguments that any dramatic increase in the number of army troops would undermine efforts to modernize the army.


Schoomaker said the disagreement is not over whether the Army needs to be bigger, but over how to pay for it and whether "we should encumber ourselves ... in the out years with increased permanent" troop numbers.

"If we are encumbered, we end up trading off ... our modernization and transformational capability," he said.
Once again, it's about the money. 

Here's my question: why not dramatic increases in military spending. With the onset of World War II, military spending increased from 1.7% of GDP in 1940 to a peak of 37.8% of GDP in 1944. Even during the years of the Korean War, military spending ranged from 5-14% of GDP.

Similarly, in 2001, U.S. military spending stood at 3.0% of GDP and was dramatically increased in 2002 to... 3.4%.

No joke. For a time of war, this is easily the lowest this nation's military expenditures have been in its history.

Why no dramatic increase? Why not increase military spending to $700 billion/year, double the size of the army, and open a second front in Iran? There is plenty of historical precedent for such a move.

 

20 July 2004

Layout/Rangers/Potter

After months of trying, I have finally got my mother hooked on Harry Potter. She has spent most of the last three or four days lamenting the drop in her productivity as she been unable to tear herself away from Harry Potter long enough to get anything done. Mom has read the first three books in about four days. I'm very proud of her. As a reward, I'm taking her to see the new movie this weekend.
 
So here's the new layout. Everything should be working again. This is a layout I can live with.  I added a "favorites" section, but it was thrown together pretty quickly. So far, I only have a bunch of movies up there, but I plan to add a section for books and maybe for video games in the near future.
 
I haven't done any reading in the last few days on account of having to write a little speech for a Toastmasters meeting tomorrow.  I have to memorize it and everything. Shouldn't be too bad. I'll be glad to have time to get back to my books again though.

The Rangers are starting to frighten me. I've had trouble taking them seriously all year, but after Sunday night's game, I think it's time to start. They remind me of the '96 Rangers a little bit more each day just because they're a team that might be playing in October after a season of initially very low expectations. But the team they really remind me of is the '96 Yankees -- with that stellar bullpen and infield. Should be nice to be able to go to the Ballpark in October again.


This is for Karlminion (see tag-board):
 
I STUTTER!!!!! 


18 July 2004

From Deep in Outer Space

Recently, I had a startling epiphany.
 
When I neglect to update my blog, it is very often because I hate my layout. My latest (soon to be former)  layout was full of good ideas, but they didn't seem to gell very well, and I didn't much care for the result.
 
This will change. Or my name isn't Captain Hook. A new layout is in the works, similar to, but simpler than the current one.


I much prefer Orson Scott Card's brand of science fiction to Robert Jordan's fantasy. Jordan likes to inundate the reader with terms that are ordinary to the characters, but make absolutely no sense to the readers. This is frustrating. It's also lame. I suspect that many of these things are never defined in Jordan's books anywhere. It is simply a cheap tactic Jordan uses to give the reader the impression that his fantasy world is much bigger and grander than it actually is.

Furthermore, I'm inclined to think that Jordan must have consumed a good dose of ridiculous feminist crap as a child. Almost all the men in his novel are bungling idiots who fear the always self-possessed, more intelligent women who usually have all the authority.

Jordan's characters are described in such a way that suggests a lot of depth, but yet, they rarely actually do or say anything that would validate Jordan's descriptions. Jordan would have you believe his characters are powerful and extraordinary. You are expected to take his word for it. He offers little other than that.

Ender's Game, by contrast, is a novel much lighter on adventure and much heavier on character development. One can read the summary on the back cover and discover that it is a novel about a boy genius who must save the planet from invasion by an alien race. That's a summary that barely scratches the surface, however. One could summarize Jordan's plot in as many words and almost do it justice.

But Card's novel is not so much a story about human struggle for survival as it is about the emotional journey of a good-natured boy who loves people, but is constantly forced into a situation in which he must hurt them. He wants badly to befriend his peers, but his commanders are constantly forcing him into isolation. It is a story of a child who must learn to cope with self-hatred, isolation, and the knowledge that the fate of the world depends on his efforts.

In Jordan's world, everything revolves around the fantasy, the adventure. In Card's world, the science-fiction world is merely dressing for a much deeper, more personal story. The characters hold center-stage in Ender's Game.

I'll have finished Jordan's The Eye of the World soon, so I went out and bought a couple more books. Next on my list are A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin and Herbert's Dune.

AGoT looked like it was right up my alley. Reviews say it's heavy on plot and character development and lighter on fantasy elements and adventure. I picked up Dune simply because it's a classic that I really ought to have read by now anyway. I'll probably begin posting my thoughts on them before long.



I attended orientation at UNT on Friday. It's nice to be back on a normal college campus. The people are much friendlier there than in Washington. No word yet on getting a possible weekly column at the paper.  I'm still looking into it.

I had decided months ago that I would be much better off at UNT being happy and getting a 2.90 then being miserable and getting a 3.70 like I did at GWU.  After looking over the textbooks for my classes, I have decided that it would be rather difficult for me not to make a 4.0 here.  We'll see.


 


14 July 2004

JoeyDie5 on The Two Towers: Revised Edition

I needed some material to read to a group of 7-12 year-olds that would make them laugh. JoeyDie5's book report seemed just the ticket to me. But I had to revise it a bit and adapt it to fit my audience. Here's my revision.

Book Report: The Two Towers

By JoeyDie5
Edited by Kreliav

I recently read the book The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkein. It was a good book. In fact it was more than just a good book. It was a great book. In fact, I enjoyed this book with roughly the same magnitude of the force of impact at which a deranged rhinoceros commits suicide running full speed into a wall.

This book was primarily about the breakup of the Fellowship after Gandalf went insane and leaped off a cliff in the mines of Moria in pursuit of the balrog. In this book, events take place that eventually lead to the end of the world and Sauron being blown up, but that's at a later time. What's important is that now, not later, Frodo has completely lost it. For example, when Sam asks Frodo if he is hungry, Frodo responds that elven bread tastes worse than dirt; and then proceeds to pull out a Soviet-made Cuban AK-47 and tries to swallow it. Frodo has realized the ring is evil so he leaves it around his neck and slowly goes nuts. Clearly Tolkien is setting up everything so that at the end of the third book, Frodo will turn into Darth Vader.

Meanwhile Merry and Pippin are running around in the fields with a bunch of orcs. Unfortunately, the orcs are running rapidly back to Isengard, taking the hobbits with them to be tortured by Saruman. Aragon is trying to find the two hobbits but realizes he'll never catch them after the horseman of Rohan tell him they killed all the orcs and hobbits and burned them to death until they were dead. Legalos realizes this isn't true when he finds tracks into Fangorn Forest. Now Legolas thinks he's an elf. But it's fairly obvious that he is actually composed of a bunch of aardvarks all crudely pasted together to look like an elf.

This book eventually ends with Rohan fighting for it's survival at Helm's Deep. The battle went badly at first, but then Theoden blew a huge horn and everyone charged out of Helm's Deep on horses like a pack of drunken monkeys with laser guns.

Clearly up to this point, the book has a lot of obvious parallels to World War II. For example, the sound of Theoden's horn was clearly meant to meant to be a veiled reference to a cross between the sound of a '67 Ford Mustang exploding and the sound of an oliphant rampaging through the woods of Rohan. There are other parallels as well. The new Gandalf the White was an example of either Jesus or a crazy old man who liked wearing white robes and wrecking havoc all over the country side like the elephant previously mentioned. Either way, I think it's better to be a hippo.

Bringing me to my next point that as the ents busied themselves, trampling on the ashes of Isengard, a lot of orcs got killed as they fled Helm's Deep and just then a whole ton of trees killed all the rest of the orcs in a moment of pure genius. This brings us to the question of why modern generals don't use trees to kill their enemies today, to which we can only throw up our arms in complete bewilderment. Trees after all will occasionally just walk around killing people.

On page 681, Tolkien writes, "That day passed much as the day before had gone, except that the silence seemed deeper; the air grew heavy, and it began to be stifling under the trees."

This sentence betrays perfectly the fact that, as a child, Tolkien was an insane beaver killer, and would occasionally attack wild grizzly bears for no apparent reason with his fists.

In conclusion, the Two Towers proves that Tolkien was sacramental and didn't believe in confessions, which is why this book makes absolutely no sense and causes people to have brain aneurisms and die. That is a strong statement but this book is clearly a weak attempt by the Nazis to drive us all to insanity. After all, Tolkien must have been a Nazi because this book certainly couldn't have been written by a Massachusetts communist. Which brings me to my last point, don't do drugs.

13 July 2004

OSC

Orson Scott Card is my new favorite author of the week. I'm reading his book, Ender's Game. He even writes political columns. He's a filthy Mormon. But I like him. Ender's Game has much of the psychological intensity that I prefer in my fantasy novels. The depth of the political complexity of Card's world is a bit lacking. But his characters are strong, easy to become attached to. They are fantastic and perhaps not fully believeable, but always interesting; and interesting characters can make up for a lot of shortcomings in a novel. Card's novels are shorter and much more charming and engaging than Jordan's. You won't want to forget about Ender's Game. I picked it up on a whim, but found out recently that a movie is being made of it.

I have a list of corrections I need to make to this blog. Broken feedback hyperlinks. Font that only shows up on my monitor(the links on the left weren't actually supposed to be Times New Roman; your computer probably doesn't have the actual font I selected though). And I've run across a number of interesting columns that I meant to reference here.

Later though.

Tired now.

Must read more. Then sleep.

09 July 2004

Will on modern liberalism; Thoughts on Robert Jordan

George Will has an interesting take on the new liberalism. Liberals are often perceived as those who despise materialism and wealth and the detrimental effects they bring with them. Viewing society in strictly economic terms, they manage to finger wealth and capitalism as the primary cause of the ills of society.

American liberals of today have taken this same Marxist mindset and run off in an entirely different direction with it. Rather than abhoring wealth and materialism, they rather seem frustrated with a lack of materialism.

It has come to this: The crux of the political left's complaint about Americans is that they are insufficiently materialistic.

For a century, the left has largely failed to enact its agenda for redistributing wealth. What the left has achieved is a rich literature of disappointment, explaining the mystery, as the left sees it, of why most Americans are impervious to the left's appeal.

An interesting addition to this canon is "What's the Matter With Kansas? How Conservatives Won the Heart of America." Its author, Thomas Frank, argues that his native Kansas -- like the nation, only more so -- votes self-destructively, meaning conservatively, because social issues such as abortion distract it from economic self-interest, as the left understands that.

Frank is a formidable controversialist -- imagine Michael Moore with a trained brain and an intellectual conscience. Frank has a coherent theory of contemporary politics and expresses it with a verve born of indignation. His carelessness about facts is mild by contemporary standards, or lack thereof, concerning the ethics of controversy.

He says "the pre-eminent question of our times" is why people misunderstand "their fundamental interests." But Frank ignores this question: Why does the left disparage what everyday people consider their fundamental interests?



I don't much like what I've read of the Wheel of Time series so far. The characters are all very bland, one-dimensional, and disgustingly lacking in subtlety. The author makes it blatantly obvious which characters he likes and which ones he doesn't. His world is unimaginative and has nothing of the depth of Tolkien's. And he seems to think his writing profound based on his capacity to repeat endlessly and make similar usage of common words and phrases used to good effect by Tolkien ("shadow", "breaking of the world", etc.). This last one might be forgivable if Jordan's high-sounding prose weren't utilized to describe such a shallow world. It all seems very out of place.

As I dive deeper into fantasy literature, I can only hope it has more to offer than this. Otherwise, I can see myself tiring of it quickly.

05 July 2004

Ninjas

The following is a quiz taken from Real Ultimate Power: The Official Ninja Book, by Robert Hamburger. This is the best quiz I've yet encountered that will test your knowledge of ninjas. Have a go at it.

1. Which is the sweetest?
A)Samurais
B)Ninjas
C)Aliens
D)Pirates

2. What would a ninja want to do most?
A) Eat a bowl of soup out of an exploded skull
B) Strangle somebody with pajama pants
C) Kill somebody right when they get off death row after being proven innocent
D) Bite somebody's finger just as they bite into a hot dog, applying the same amount of pressure as victim uses on the hot dog.

3. Where do most ninjas hang out?
A) Friend's house
B) Forest
C) Dojos
D) City

4. What is a ninja's favorite meal?
A) Breakfast
B) Lunch
C) Beating somebody's ass HARD, because they can't shut their mouth
D) Dinner

5. How do ninjas eat?
A) With their hands
B) With someone else's hand
C) With pizzazz
D) With a buddy

6. If someone bumps into a ninja on the street, a ninja will probably
A) Say he's sorry, because it's not worth getting into a big fight over such a silly thing
B) Smile and excuse himself, because it might have been his fault -- who knows?
C) Use this as a chance to introduce himself, because we're all in this together and any opportunity to exchange human warmth is truly worthwhile in such a cruel and lonely world.
D) Fill the guy's mouth with ninja stars, because he probably bumps into people all day and laughs about it at home cause he's a frigg'n asshole.

7. Which epitaph is a real ninja epitaph (Epitaphs are the things written on grave stones.)
A) Yo, whoever did this is frigg'n dead
B) THIS IS BULLCRAP!
C) I'd like to give a shout out to my homeboys, Tyrone, Jesse, Ice-Caream, Shauntell, and Crazy Nutz. PEACE.
D) I came. I saw. I crapped my pants.

9. What does a ninja do if he's playing a board game with someone and he starts losing the game?
A) Calmly flip the game over so the pieces spray everywhere and start saying what a bunch of bullcrap the whole thing is
B)Politely excuse himself to take a dump and then escape through the bathroom window so he never actually loses the game
C) Start kicking his feet nonstop and screaming
D) Spit up all over his chest

10. What would a ninja do if somebody asked him what time it was?
A) Peacefully look at his watch and say the time nicely and calmly
B) Pretend he didn't hear the guy, but if he asks again, the ninja would start running
C) Smile and start talking about the history of clocks and bedtimes and stuff
D) Pull up his sleeve, revealing his badass watch and when the guy bends over to look, the ninja would snap his wrist upward and crumble the guy's nose, and then run

11. What is the most precious quality a ninja wants in a friend?
A) Be there to get a mom for help when his kneecap pops off?
B) Always tell the truth, even if it hurts, but at least he'll know
C) Listen to him, or at least pretend to, and then ask follow-up questions
D) Be a hippo



Highlight the space below for the answers.

1.B, 2.D, 3.C, 4.B, 5.D, 6.D, 7.B, 9.A, 10.D, 11.D

04 July 2004

Japs

My cousin has a great many small oddities about him which individually add incrementally to his uniqueness; and when all combined, he is very much an original. If you don't believe me, you ought to read his book report on The Two Towers, which he turned in for a grade.

One of those oddities is a light-hearted obsession with racial slurs. We often play reversi or chess together on Yahoo!, and whenever someone else joins our table to watch us, we immediately accuse our visitor of being a "crazy Jap" or a "dirty Frenchman." Most often, nothing comes of it except a lot of confusion and an insistence from our visitor that he/she is not Japanese (or French).


After eating a big dinner at Buffalo Bob's Smokehouse in downtown Lawrence, I insisted to Joey and Johnny that we ought to drive up to Clinton Lake and go for a swim. This suggestion wasn't met with high enthusiasm. They asked me why in the world I would want to do such a thing after eating a big dinner. I told them that we had absoluely no good reason to do it, and that in fact, we had every reason not to -- and that was precisely why we should do it.

We went home and continued playing Axis & Allies. They seemed to hope that I would just forget about the whole idea. But I didn't. In fact, I began constantly reminding them of my idea and pleading with them to go throughout the duration of the game. By the time the game was finished just before midnight, Joey was persuaded to go. Johnny agreed to go, but resolved not to do any swimming. He could not be moved from this position. Jordan tagged along as well. Jordan is not an Armstrong. He is a sort of adopted member of the family. He tagged along with us, but like Johnny, planned to do no swimming.

The beaches were closed, but Johnny knew of a dam on the edge of the lake that was accessible to us. He parked his car on the side of the road on top of the dam, and we staggered down a steep hill of sharp rocks to the edge of the water. I began taking off my shirt and shoes for the swim. Joey kept his on. He didn't seem to mind getting his shoes wet.

Walking through the water with bare feet on sharp rocks was no easy task. When the water got as much as two feet deep, I lunged out into it and began to swim, taking caution not to hit the bottom in the shallow areas close to the dam. I swam out for one hundred yards, almost afraid to go farther. There's something a bit eerie about the atmosphere of large bodies of water combined with the pitch darkness and dead silence of the night. So I turned back quickly. Joey went only far enough to get his feet wet.

When I made my way out of the water and back up onto the dam, I found that Johnny and Jordan were no longer there. After a few minutes, we heard their voices yelling at us from the top of the dam, "We'll be back in two hours!!"

"Whatever," I thought. We didn't actually believe them.

As I was drying off and putting my shoes and socks back on, we heard voices far off in the distance, perhaps from a boat or somewhere on the other side of the lake. Joey started yelling back. When Joey needs to yell just for the sake of yelling, he often blurts out whatever comes to his mind.

"Idiots!! We can hear you!! Stupid Japs!!"

This invoked no response, but Joey contuned yelling for another few minutes nonetheless.

We slowly climbed back up the sharp rocks of the dam and upon arriving found that Johnny and Jordan had actually left us. There were however three Asian teenagers there waiting for us. They immediately began screaming obscenities at us in thick Asian accents. They didn't seem especially happy about whatever Joey had been yelling at the top of his lungs.

I realized their problem. They were Japanese -- highly nationalistic ones, evidently.

"Ha! You're Japanese?! We kicked your !@# in World War II!!" I yelled at them. Joey laughed. They didn't. They became angry, and one of them began running at us. We turned and took off in the other direction. Their friends followed, but it quickly became apparent that they were not going to catch us.

We relaxed and began walking. Perhaps Jordan and Johnny would drive around and find us.

Three minutes later, we heard honking and yelling. It was immediately plain to us that whoever was driving towards us, it was not Johnny and Jordan. This was some sort of SUV -- or something along those lines. In any case, it was very different than the 2000 Honda Accord that Johnny drives.

We suspected the pursuers were our new Japanese acquaintances and we immediately dashed off the road into the thick underbrush and towards the forest. By the time our pursuers had pulled over and stepped out of their vehicle, we were on the edge of the forest, looking out at them. We were safe. They would not find us. It was too dark. The forest and and underbrush were too thick. It was too easy for us to hide. They could not see us, and no longer seemed to know where we were.

It looked as though they were wondering if it was still worth chasing us any longer. This was before Joey hurled a rock at them and appeared to hit one of them in the back. This produced much silent laughter -- we had to audibly stifle it to preserve the anonimity of our location -- and much cursing from them. It momentarily stiffened their resolve to find us and they continued searching, while we silently slipped away through the forest. We never saw them again.

After much wading through creeks, climbing up slippery rocky hills, and staggering through heavy underbrush, we made our way out of the forest roughly a half-hour later and began walking calmly along various roads: over a highway overpass, along a the shoulder of a two-lane road, and so on.

We never seemed to make it especially far from the lake. We had planned to walk the entire way home. It was roughly six to eight miles. Johnny pulled up alongside us after another forty-five minutes or so of walking and drove us the rest of the way.

02 July 2004

Thoughts on Crime and Punishment; Steve Nash

I've read part one of Crime and Punishment and have made a few notes on the main character, Raskolnikov.
Raskolnikov is a former tutor and university dropout. He is unemployed, spends the vast majority of his time alone in his small, cramped, dimly-lit room. When describing his recent activity to someone, Raskolnikov thought for a moment and simply replied "...thinking."

He is indecisive and intensely introspective. He rarely pays any notice to his surroundings as he walks about the streets and often mutters his thoughts to himself.

Raskolnikov is given to cold rationality which often stifles his better impulses. He is constantly reminding himself to look at others in terms of what can be gained from them rather than as intrinsically valuable human beings.

He considers himself a clever person, indeed quite superior to others, and seems to despise himself for still being mired in poverty rather than having risen above his conditions and the people he inwardly despises. He finds no pleasure in the company of others. He remains aloof in his room and even goes out of his way to avoid people.

Raskolnikov finds himself in a situation in which his sister is willing to marry a rich civil servant, for whom she has no love, who would then ostensibly take on Raskolnikov as his apprentice, thereby furnishing him with a promising future. In this situation, Raskolnikov's cold rationality is nowhere to be found. He takes his sister's "patronage" as an insult, and begins to rack his brains for a way out of his financial plight so that he can then demand his sister break off her marriage plans.

He had spent the previous month contemplating murdering and then robbing an old pawnbroker with whom he had become acquainted. She is described as an old hag who is kind to no one, liked by no one, and of no real good to anyone. Raskolnikov attempts to stifle his inner moral qualms by reassuring himself that murdering such a worthless human being is no real crime and that he can then use her money to contribute to the common good of humanity. The good, he reasons, would ultimately far outweigh the bad.

Doubt and self-revulsion are ever-present demons for Raskolnikov. He is constantly shocked and appalled at the serious with which he considers the act. But all this seems to be unhinging him. His contempt for himself and his thoughts is often quickly forgotten and he relapses into proceeding as though carrying out the murder and robbery is merely another part of his plan for the evening.

His indecisiveness prevents him from planning adequately for the murder. He falls asleep during the afternoon, wakes up late, and finds himself having to rush to carry out his plan. Timing was critical, as he knew that the old pawn broker would be alone in her flat that evening (she lived with her sister, whom Raskolnikov had learned quite by chance would be out that evening).

Poor planning led to poor execution. The murder was carried out but went off badly. While Raskolnikov was still in the flat shortly after he had committed the act, the pawn broker's sister returned. Timid, friendly, and well-liked, Lizaveta was not at all like her older step-sister, and Raskolnikov could not even attempt to make himself believe that murdering her would serve the greater good of humanity. But he found himself with no choice and promptly proceeded to split Lizaveta's skull.

The pawn broker had more visitors knock on her door while Raskolnikov was busy robbing the now dead woman. He found himself having to leave well before he had made off with everything of value, and indeed was only able to narrowly escape unnoticed because of an unplanned stroke of good fortune.

Throughout the entire episode, his conscience had left him without much of his reasoning faculties. His mental state had plainly rendered him handicapped. He returned to his room delirious and unable to think coherently.


Amidst all the speculation that the Mavericks would land Shaq in exchange for Steve Nash, Antoine Walker, and others, I was always a bit skeptical.

Nash was always the guy who made that run n' gun Mavs' offense gel. He was the glue.

To me, it made much more sense to trade Dirk than Nash. If Shaq is going to be the go-to player for the Mavs, they would need a point guard like Nash to get the ball in to him. Imagine Steve Nash on the same team as Shaq. He would get twenty assists a game.

But Mark Cuban didn't see it that way, and now Steve Nash is gone, in exchange for... nothing.

Make no mistake about it, losing Nash to the Suns is an unmitigated catastrophe for the Mavericks. Not only have they definitely lost Nash for good, they've also thrown away any remaining possibility of trading for Shaq.

It is very unlike Mark Cuban to let such a vital piece of the Mavs' offense get away. The word is that Nash wanted to stay in Dallas. He and his agent offered Cuban the chance to match the Suns' offer. Cuban declined.

The move to allow Nash to walk coupled with the Jamison trade have made the Mavericks into a sorry-looking bunch on paper. Neither move makes sense if Cuban plans to show a competitive team next year.

Does he have something else in mind?



I'll probably keep a sort of journal like this on Crime and Punishment in this space as I continue reading.

I'm leaving town for the weekend and will be back Monday night. I'll be in Kansas watching my cousins shoot off fireworks. I would get my own and shoot them off too, but I'm broke. In fact, I can hardly think of a good reason for going except to play Axis&Allies and knockout with my cousins. This hardly justifies a nine-hour drive, but I'm going anyway.

There will likely be no further posts until Monday night.