Thursday, February 5, 2009

Phelps, Daschle and Politically Correct


It's official. After 20-odd years of political correctness, nobody knows what's right and what's wrong any more. We have no more heroes, no more statesmen, no more role models. George Washington over-spent his expense account, Thomas Jefferson was a slaver, Abraham Lincoln was gay. Forget climbing up the slippery slope, just get yourself a toboggan and enjoy the ride down.

Michael Phelps took a hit off a bong. Get the medals back, throw him into rehab. Hell, there's even a southern sheriff trying to dredge up criminal action! Doesn't anybody think that maybe the person who sold the picture is the actual sleazeball? And the person who printed it? And the media that leaped on it?

Tom Daschle is without argument the most qualified person to guide the country to a new world of universal health care. Forget it! He made a mistake on his taxes, he's OUT. Tax preparation is about as relevant to the job as his golf handicap, but we just don't care; slime trumps sanity.

Hey, if he CHEATED on his income tax, that's different, but honest mistakes, no matter how stupid, should NOT be career crushers. America has a Byzantine tax structure that 80 percent of us cannot fill out correctly, but Daschle is history because of some 'aura' of vincibility he now emits.


PC appears to be our permanent way of life now. God help us.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

John Hoyer Updike (1932-2009)





John Updike, American novelist, short story writer and poet, internationally known for his novels RABBIT, RUN (1960), RABBIT REDUX (1971), RABBIT IS RICH (1981), and RABBIT AT REST (1990)passed away Tuesday morning after a long battle with lung cancer. He lived in Beverly Farms, Massachusetts.
His most-famous 'Rabbit' novels follow the life of Harry "Rabbit" Angstrom, a star athlete, from his youth through the social and sexual upheavals of the 1960s, to later periods of his life, and to final decline.

Updike's oeuvre has been large, consisting of novels, collections of poems, short stories, and essays. He has written a great deal of literary criticism. Among the writers whose works he has reviewed are such names as Philip Roth, Saul Bellow, Kurt Vonnegut, Joyce Carol Oates, Iris Murdoch, Michael Tournier, Raymond Queneau, Umberto Eco, Milan Kundera, Evgenii Evtushenko, Gabriel Garc�a M�rquez, Mario Vargas Llosa, and Isabel Allende.


John Updike was born in Reading in Pennsylvania, but until he was 13 he lived in Shillington, a smaller city near Reading, and then he moved away to Plowville, PA. Updike's childhood was shadowed by psoriasis and stammering, but his mother encouraged him to write. In his childhood Updike lived in an isolated farm. Escaping to the world of mystery novels, he consumed books by Erle Stanley Gardner, Ellery Queen, Agatha Christie, and John Dickson Carr. A lot of his early reading was English. "I'm almost an English novelist manqu�," Updike said later. However, dead authors depressed him. After high school in Shillington, where his father worked as a science teacher, Updike attended Harvard � Updike chose the university because it was the location of the world's oldest humor magazine, the Harvard Lampoon. "My inability to read bravely as a boy had this advantage: when I went to college, I was a true tabula rasa, and received gratefully the imprint of my instructors' opinion, and got good marks." (from New York Times, July 4, 1965)

Updike majored in English in 1954, and contributed to and later edited the Harvard Lampoon. He started as a cartoonist, but then shifted to poetry and prose. With his wife Mary Pennington, the daughter of a minister of the First Unitarian Church, Updike spent the academic year 1954-1955 at Ruskin School of Drawing and Fine Arts in Oxford, England. "A soggy little island huffing and puffing to keep up with Western Europe," he recalled in Picked Up Pieces (1975). In 1955 he joined The New Yorker staff, writing editorials, poetry, stories, and criticism. After the author's first marriage was dissolved, he married in 1977 Martha Bernhard.

From the age of 23, Updike supported himself by writing. He moved to Ipswich, Massachusetts, where he lived for seventeen years. The small town became the model for Tarbox in his novel COUPLES (1968), behind which hide Choderlos de Laclos's 18th-century novel Dangerous Liaisons. The portrait of sexual passion in darkest New England amongst a group of young suburban married couples was criticized as merely an "uptown Peyton Place". Another fictional town is Eastwich, the scene of the bestseller THE WITCHES OF EASTWICK (1984) and its sequel, THE WIDOWS OF EASTWICK (2008).

In 1958 Updike made his debut as a poet with the volume THE CARPENTERED HEN AND OTHER TAME CREATURES. Updike's first novel, THE POORHOUSE FAIR (1959), was inspired by Henry Green's Concluding and told about the residents of an old people's home. Basically Updike was trying to write a novel, as he once confessed, "which would serve, in its breadth, as a base for further novels."

THE CENTAUR (1963) used a mythological framework to explore the relationship of a schoolmaster father and his son. THE COUP (1979) was an exotic first-person narration by an ex-dictator of a fictitious African state. In 2000 appeared Updike's prequel to Hamlet, in which the moody prince is not the central character but the story focuses on his mother Queen Gertrude, her husband, and Claudius, her husband's younger brother. Terrorist, Updike's 22nd novel, was about an 18-year-old Islamic extremist, whose critique of American culture is literally deadly. "This kind of friendliness toward death, this feeling that it's not such a big deal to kill or die, is after my generation," Updike said in Time (June 12, 2005).

The first book about Updike's famous hero, Harry Angstrom, the natural athlete, a sexually magnetic, blue-eyed Swede, ended with the verb "Runs." Updike wrote the book in the present tense, giving it a sort of cinematic quality. In Rabbit, Redux � Redux is Latin for brought back � Harry is a middle-aged bourgeois, who finds his life shattered by the infidelity of his wife. Updike leaves the reader with a question -- O.K.? The last word in Rabbit Is Rich was 'His.' Rabbit at Rest, set in the late 1980s, paralleled the decay of society, AIDS-plagued America, and Rabbit's swollen body, his chest pains, and his feeling that there is "nothing under you but black space..." After leaving Rabbit in 1990, Updike published a 182-page novella called 'Rabbit Remembered' in LICKS OF LOVE (2000), a collection of short stories. 'Rabbit Remembered' ends with the word 'Gladly.'

Updike has lived in New England, where most of his fiction is set, and in Massachusetts, about twenty miles from Boston. He has become one of the most successful American writers. As an essayist Updike is a gentle satirist, poking fun at American life and customs, without any mean-spirited nihilism. He observes the ordinary life he sees around him, and frequently asks the reader to recognize and reconsider preconceptions. In 'The Bankrupt Man' (1983) Updike turns upside-down the common views of a bankrupt and proves that there is an afterlife: "The bankrupt man buys himself a motorcycle. He is going to hotdig it all the way to Santa Barbara and back. He has a bankrupt sister in Santa Barbara. Also, there are business details to be cleared up along the way, in Pittsburgh, South Bend, Dodge City, Santa Fe, and Palm Springs. Being bankrupt is an expansionist process; it generates even new horizons."

The majority of Updike's non-fiction has been occasional, and he considers the opportunity to produce reviews educational for himself, "for writing educates the writer as it goes along." Or: "My purpose in reading has ever secretly been not to come and judge but to come and steal." In his reviews Updike measures writing with traditional maxims: felicity in style, accuracy in presenting one's subject, precision in describing the external and inner world, and humanistic values.

In his autobiographical piece, 'The Dogwood Tree: A Boyhood', Updike called sex, art, and religion "the three great secret things" in human experience. James Yerkes has defined in his introduction to John Updike and Religion (2002), a collection of essays dealing with the religious vision of the author, "the religious consciousness in Updike may best be characterized as our sense of an unavoidable, unbearable, and unbelievable Sacred Presence." Existential questions have been in the center of Updike's work from the beginning of his career. He has also read theologians for guidance and regularly attended church for worship.

Updike has received several awards, among them Guggenheim Fellow (1959), Rosenthal Award, National Institute of Arts and Letters (1959), National Book Award in Fiction (1964), O. Henry Prize (1967-68), American Book Award (1982), National Book Critics Circle Award, for fiction (1982, 1990), Union League Club Abraham Lincoln Award (1982), National Arts Club Medal of Honor (1984); National Medal of the Arts (1989). In 1976 he became a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters. In November 2003 Updike received the National Medal for Humanites at the White House, joining a very small group of notables who have been honored with both the National Medal of Art and the National Medal for the Humanites. His novels Rabbit is Rich and Rabbit at Rest have won Pulitzer Prizes.



(Cut, pasted and re-worked from CNN and Amazon.com articles)

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Chief Justice bungles oath, Obama unflappable



Despite what many right-wing talk shows and blogs are reporting as an Obama misstep, it was Chief Justice Roberts who stumbled... twice ... and Barack covered for him. Here's the skinny on the incident. (By the way, Sean Hannity described the Inaugural Address as 'mediocre.' Apparently he prefers lines like 'Fool me once, shame on you.')

WASHINGTON (AFP) � Barack Obama took the 35-word oath of office Tuesday to become the United States' 44th president -- even if he may have been led to utter the historic words in the wrong order.

Obama was sworn in by Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts, resting his left hand on Abraham Lincoln's Bible and raising his right hand to deliver the words that formally made him the successor to former president George W. Bush.

But things didn't go exactly as planned for the swearing-in of the country's first African-American commander-in-chief.

Under the gaze of more than two million crowded onto Washington's National Mall and millions more around the world, Obama said: "I, Barack Hussein Obama, do solemnly swear that I will execute the office of president of the United States faithfully, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the constitution of the United States.

"So help me God."

As specified in the US Constitution, the word "faithfully" precedes the phrase "execute the office," but the chief justice, in his first presidential inauguration, read that part of the oath incorrectly.

Obama paused, apparently realizing something was wrong, and after an awkward moment Roberts repeated himself, but the chief justice stumbled again. Obama eventually recited the line as Roberts originally said it.

Huge crowds watching the historic proceedings one mile (kilometer) down the National Mall on a jumbo TV screen groaned loudly after Roberts' gaffe.

"Oh no, no no no!" one woman screamed above the murmuring crowd.

The stumble marks the first of what is expected to be several interactions between the two men whose politics differ broadly.

Roberts, 53, was nominated to the high court by Obama's predecessor George W. Bush in 2005, as the youngest chief justice in more than 200 years.

Roberts served in Republican administrations before becoming an appeals court judge and eventually chief justice.

Obama was among 22 Democrats in the US Senate to vote against Roberts in his Supreme Court confirmation hearing.

In Obama's first luncheon as president, the affable Roberts appeared to apologize, prompting laughter and a handshake from Obama.

The new president could fill vacancies in the Supreme Court -- some aging liberal justices are known to want to retire -- as a means of countering Roberts's influence.

Jeffrey Rosen, a US constitutional law expert and professor at George Washington University in Washington, said stumbling over the oath has "no impact. News flash: He's president."

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Here comes an Ice 9 spinoff


If you're not up to speed on your Kurt Vonnegut and Ice 9 is unfamiliar to you, just click on the title, read a short couple of paragraphs and then come back here.

The innocuous little beauty pictured here is called an audio spotlight system, developed by a well-meaning but short-sighted company called Holosonics. Basically an audio spotlight is a focused beam of inaudible ultra-sound.


So what good is that? Is it just another kind of dog whistle? Ah, grasshopper, be afraid... be VERY afraid. The way Holosonics is selling this product sounds good, but there is a dark side.

You see, all sound waves need a medium through which to travel -- air is one example -- and that medium distorts the wave, making it audible. Focused properly, the wave can be made audible at pretty precise distances. The technology has several practical uses currently in play -- museums and libraries can keep large spaces quiet while offering Audio Spotlight systems in specific areas; one passes by an exhibit and hears an explanation, while someone ten feet away hears nothing. Cool, huh?

The equipment might also prove useful for home audio systems and end the time-honored battle of television volume or choice of music. Wifey watches Desperate Housewives, you listen to a Knicks game, and never the twain shall meet.

So what's so bad? A walk down a supermarket aisle will become a gauntlet of advertising -- audible land mines everywhere, hawking cereal, jams, jellies, prophylactics (do you want your CHILDREN listening to this?) and the people up at the cash registers hear nothing!
And how about driving down the Jersey Turnpike? It might be nice to hear a crisp warning about an accident ahead, but what about the McDonald's that's five miles up the road?

Jaxonia's advice -- buy some earmuff stock!