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Oct 03 2008

Wading in the Moral Sewer

IOZ views the debate and despairs:

To me the most despairing moment of the whole debate was the discussion of when it is appropriate to use military force, and Joe Biden laid out two points, the first of which was is it feasible, which sounds reasonable after the last eight years until you pause and consider just how monstrous it is. It is, in fact, one of the most explicit rejections I’ve heard of the quaint and never-practiced doctrine of war as an instrument of the utmost last resort, a point at which feasibility becomes a meaningless rubric because the only other choices are death and subjugation. It affirms violence as a basic tool of statecraft–of course, we all know this to be historically and almost universally the case, but it still rankles to hear it spoken without even the Cold-War-current nods to “the peace-loving American people.” In the question just prior, asked if Americans had “the stomach” for Biden’s expansive view of acceptable foreign military intervention, Biden was even plainer: “The American people have a stomach for success.” This too is a basic truth–that people love peace only until promised triumph–rarely publicly expressed. In a sense, I suppose we owe Senator Joe thanks for his honesty.

Honesty, indeed. At least we don’t have to listen to “just war” cant anymore.

Oct 03 2008

Slap or Spit?

Mark Kleiman’s passion for justice carries him away in this post discussing Bill O’Reilly’s cameo appearance in An American Carol, in which he slaps the Michael Moore character.

Waiting for the debate and watching the post-debate spin, I saw four ads for the anti-Michael Moore film. I liked it better when thugs like Bill O’Reilly concealed their commitment to political violence. O’Reilly should be blackballed from any setting that wants to retain self-respect. No one should voluntarily offer a forum to a speaker who endorses physical attack as a means of carrying on a controversy. Nor can anyone who thinks a slap constitutes an argument reasonably lay claim to any moral right to participate in the marketplace of ideas.

And no, pretending that you’re just joking about wanting to slap your ideological opponents in the face doesn’t cut it. Everyone who participated in this mess should be ostracized, mocked, and spat on.

Unfortunately, legally and morally, slapping and spitting are both violence, both intended as demeaning acts establishing the victim’s inferiority, and both equally weak as a form of argument.

I agree that O’Reilly long ago forfeited any right to be considered a serious participant in political discourse, but descending to his level is not the answer. Better is some form of the psycho-spiritual ju-jitsu recommended by the rabbi from Nazareth: turning the other cheek to break the spiral of violence by making your opponent choose between demeaning themselves or acknowledging your equality.

Update: Because I’ve many times felt the impulse to spit on people like Bill O’Reilly, I assumed that Mark was using the term “spat” in a more than metaphorical sense. Still, in extenuation, I’d note that it’s important that people of good will make very clear their commitment to reasoned discourse, if only to distinguish themselves from the barbarians.

Sep 30 2008

A Del.icio.us Potpourri for August 24th, 2008 through September 30th, 2008

Links of interest for August 24th, 2008 through September 30th, 2008:

Sep 18 2008

Home!

Seven hours on the road from Chester and we’re finally home, sixteen days and 2518 miles later. We averaged about 50 mpg in the Prius: up to 55 mpg in gentle mountain terrain and as low as 44 mpg on I-5 at 70 mph.

Here’s a Google Map of our travels; I’ll be filling in the details over the next few days, and back-posting the rest of our vacation, with photos.


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Our vacation travels
Sep 17 2008

Dave and Deborah Go To Hell

Bumpass Hell, that is, in Lassen Volcanic National Park.

We started out this morning at Burney Falls, a beautiful 129-foot waterfall about 45 minutes north of the park. It may look familiar to Tarzan fans, for it was used as the backdrop for one of the early Tarzan movies with Johnnie Weismuller.

Burney Falls

Then on to Lassen. First a brief stop at the Devastation Wilderness, where the pyroclastic flows of the 1915 eruption created a half-mile-wide lahar that overflowed a low ridge at Emigrant Pass and into Hat Creek, right through the area from where this picture was taken.

Mount Lassen from the Devastation Wilderness vista point

The Bumpass Hell trail is only about 1.5 miles long, 500 feet up and then 250 feet down, but it’s at about 8000 feet, so it seemed longer. But it was worth it. First you smell Bumpass Hell, the not-entirely unpleasant tang of sulfur, and then you hear it, like jets taking off. From a distance, it looked sort of like a roller coaster in Infernoland, but as I got closer I realized it was a series of boardwalks that keep all but Darwin-award contendees away from the thin crust that overlays mud at temperatures well above the boiling point of water.

Bumpass Hell

Somebody gets boiled every year–we saw what looked a lot like a footprint broken through the crust about six feet from what appeared to be the remains of a sun-visor. Uggh!)The Big Boiler Fumarole in the park puts out steam at 322 F/161 C, making it the hottest fumarole in the world near a non-erupting volcano. K.V. Bumpass, after whom the area is named, lost a leg to 240-degree mud in 1865, perhaps near where I took this picture.

Deceptive Beauty

So here we are, enjoying our vacation in Hell.

Dave and Deborah in Hell

Tonight we’re staying in Chester, near Amador Lake, and tomorrow it’s six hours back to Boulder Creek. Friday, Oka gets out of jail, and I get my clarinet back. We’ve had a wonderful time, but we’re ready to be home.

Sep 10 2008

A Visit to the Clarinet Wizard

Today I spent most of the day at Backun Musical Services, where I had sent my clarinet for an overhaul. From the moment I walked in the door, I felt more than welcome: everyone there was overflowing with enthusiasm about what Backun is doing to advance woodwind technology, and wanted to make sure that I got the most from my visit–and I certainly did!

First off, I was treated to a tour of the facilities, a wonderful combination of extreme high-tech machinery (e.g., CNC machines accurate to 1/10,000 of an inch) and old-fashioned hand craftsmanship. One marvel (I regret that most of my pictures didn’t turn out) was the 3-D printers Backun uses for prototyping new products–they can actually produce an entire clarinet from a CAD design!

Diane, the resident woodwind technician, had done a marvelous job on my horn: the mechanism was velvety smooth and it blew better than new. Then I went downstairs, and with the help of Erika, a clarinetist herself, went through a selection of barrels and bells for as long as my lip held up. I chose a MOBA 66 mm barrel and a MOBA #5 bell, both in grenadilla wood. The #5 bell is a shorter version of the standard bell, and, although I didn’t know it at the time, is what works best with the Buffet R13. (Fortunately, they had “Studio” models of both available: acoustically perfect with slight visual flaws, which I can’t see, so I got them for half price.)

Both of the pieces had a dramatic effect on the sound: a more integrated tone from top to bottom, better throat tones, smooth transitions between registers, better articulation…well, as Morrie said a little later, now I don’t have any excuses anymore. There’s nothing between me and the music now except my own willingness to practice.

I also briefly tried a couple of Backun mouthpieces, but by that time my embouchure was gone, and I couldn’t really do them justice–too many variables. So I’ll stick with my Richard Hawkins Student model, which I really like, while I work on the fundamentals. There’s plenty of time to get crazy about mouthpieces later.

I’d already been briefly introduced to Morrie himself, who was busy with a couple of members of the Philadelphia Orchestra, but after I’d finished picking out my barrel and bell, he spent about 20 minutes with me fine-tuning the instrument. Basically, he had me play a chromatic scale from low C to altissimo C, and tweaked the horn where necessary. Most of the adjustments were to key height and such, but he did slightly ream out the third-finger right-hand tone hole to improve the clarion Eb. He has an amazing ear! There’s a lot more he could do, but I’m not at the level where it would make sense to spend the additional time and money.

The only downside of the visit was that I’ll have to wait over a week before I get to play my horn again, since I’m having them ship it back rather than carrying it back in the car and exposing it to changes in heat and humidity. When I get back, I’ll post a picture of my better-than-new clarinet, but for now, here’s a candid shot Diane snapped of Morrie and me outside the building near the famous Backun fountain.

Morrie Backun explains how to baptize a clarinet
Sep 09 2008

There are dozens of us, I tell you, dozens!

Today, while sitting at breakfast in the sunroom of our B&B in Victoria, BC (in a quiet residential neighborhood a block from the beach end of Beacon Hill Park), I saw an elderly woman walking down the sidewalk with a sign pinned to the neck of her blouse.

“War Is Dysfunctional”

I ran out and stopped her to tell her how much my wife and I enjoyed seeing her sign, and found to my delight that she was a Friend too, from the Victoria Monthly Meeting. So although we missed worship in the manner of Friends on Sunday, due to our schedule and an inability to connect with the Waldron Island Worship Group, I got a Friendly moment anyway. Definitely a small and synchronous world!

Sep 06 2008

Still Going Strong

Last night we stayed at the Hilton Garden Inn in Lake Oswego, and this morning visited my former mother-in-law, Mom Powers: 96 years old and still going strong.

A morning with Mom Powers

She lives in a very nice senior community, but complains that most of her acquaintances there just want to “sit around and eat cookies.” That’s not good enough for her, so she was in the midst of preparing an “arts party,” where participants would decorate a couple of small tree-like sculptures with a variety of objects.

Now we’re on our way north, up the east side of the Olympic Peninsula to Sequim, Washington, and a night in a caboose!

Sep 05 2008

Chthonic Delight

Yesterday we drove up 101 from Mendocino to the Oregon Caves Chateau, where we had a splendid dinner in one of the wonderful buildings built by the WPA. (Pity that the current financial crisis is unlikely to generate anything like this!)

Dinner at the Oregon Caves Chateau

Today we toured the caves themselves: 500 stairs down and up, and worth every one of them. They were discovered in 1874 by Elijah Davidson, whose dog chased a bear into one of the openings. He waited, hoping the dog would re-emerge, but when he heard the dog yelp in pain, he followed it until he ran out of matches and had to grope his way along the stream in total darkness until he found his way out. Several hours later, his dog joined him, and the next day, the bear emerged, only to end up as a rug in Elijah’s cabin. Deep within the caves we saw the bones of a bear that lost its way in the caves about 3000 years ago. Deeper yet, in an area not accessible to the public, explorers found the bones of a grizzly bear dated at over 30,000 years old!

In the Oregon Caves

Now we’re on our way to Lake Oswego, near Portland.

Sep 03 2008

A Slow Start

We started our vacation with a two-day stay in Mendocino, visiting Deborah’s sister, Elizabeth and her spouse Melissa. It took us about four hours to get to Boonville, where we had an early dinner at Lauren’s Cafe in Boonville and then drove on to Melissa’s condo in Mendocino.

Today, Elizabeth and Melissa took Deborah hiking while I practiced my clarinet and took a long nap to prepare for our journey tomorrow to the Oregon Caves (about a six-hour drive). We had lunch at the Moosse Cafe and then cooked up a stir-fry and finished solving most of the world’s problems over dinner. Good food, good company, and good conversation: a proper launch for our vacation!

Deborah, Elizabeth, and Melissa in Mendocino
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