Five Years

So it’s been five years.

Five years of the biggest failure of leadership in my lifetime.

Five years of clueless, careless strategy heaped on a premise that was faulty to begin with.

The costs are staggering: unknown hundreds of thousands of lives lost, five hundred billion dollars spent (roughly $200,000 a minute!), with the eventual cost an order of magnitude higher than that. The opportunity costs are colossal.

Honestly, I still don’t know why. It wasn’t that we needed to. Instead, half of our politicians really, really wanted to. And the other half cravenly decided it was in their own best interest to let it happen.

And don’t get me started on the 87 percent of white evangelical Christians who thought it was the right thing to do.

What should we have learned from the last five years? Hilzoy’s suggestions are worth listening to:

1. “Each war is itself, and not another war.”

2. “War sucks. It is horrendously destructive to everyone it touches. It can shatter entire societies. Sometimes it’s necessary, just as sometimes it’s necessary to amputate all your limbs, but that doesn’t make it any less awful.”

3. “There should never be a rush to war, any more than there should be a rush to an outbreak of plague, or having your city hit by an asteroid, or any other utter catastrophe. Any time people seem to be rushing to war, that is a time to stop short, catch your breath, and think things through as carefully as you possibly can. Because if people are rushing to war, they have probably gone collectively insane, and it is imperative not to join them.”

4. “If the case for war is not clear, it is probably wrong. [...] If the case for war rests on magical thinking, it is certainly wrong. And if it relies on the idea that a country can be reconstructed essentially from scratch without enormous effort and commitment and skill and luck, then it rests on magical thinking.

5. ” ‘Why not?’ is never, ever a good enough reason for a war.

The other day my friend asked me, based on my past life as a student of foreign affairs, what I thought we should do now in Iraq. I didn’t have an answer for him, because the truth is: there are only bad answers to that question.

But any answer should really begin with something else Hilzoy wrote in that piece:

“I can only hope that somehow, some way, we can begin to redeem our honor. The only way I can think of is by doing an awful lot of good in the world, living by the principles we claim to espouse, and resolving never, ever to do anything as pointlessly destructive as this again.”

That would certainly be a start.

Can Does Not Imply Ought: Mobile Edition

It’s hard to say which I find more useless on my iPhone: Spin the Bottle or The Roman Road to Salvation.

Dishing on the Oscars

While preparing to have some friends over to watch the Academy Awards on Sunday night. I stumbled upon a recipe for Confit Byaldi— the fancied-up titular dish from what was destined to be the year’s Best Animated Feature, Ratatouille.

The recipe was created for the film by Thomas Keller, the renowned chef of Napa’s French Laundry. It looked like it would require a lot of slicing, but it also looked beautiful, so I decided to give it a shot.

The first step was to create a pipérade — a chunky reduction of peppers, tomatoes, onions, garlic and herbs. At this stage, it’s a good idea to cook off as much liquid as possible, since the sliced vegetables will be adding more liquid later:

The next step involved slicing the squash and tomatoes into rounds 1/16 of an inch thick. (I didn’t use eggplant for this recipe because three of the eventual diners, including my wife, didn’t so much care for eggplant.)

This was a bit arduous, but I’m not sure if it would’ve been easier with a rodent pulling on my hair.

Next came the most fun part of the dish: arranging the alternating slices on top of the pipérade. If you try this yourself, it’s ideal to choose tomatoes that have roughly the same circumference as the squash. (Mine were a little larger, but that’s what I get for making the dish in winter, I guess.)

After a couple of hours in the oven, mostly covered, I ended up with something that looked great, smelled amazing, and tasted delicious. Quite a trifecta.

And it was marvelous with cedar-plank-grilled salmon.

I don’t know what I would’ve cooked if that surfing penguin movie had won.

Don’t Just Stand There, Suss the Move

It’s official. We will be moving near the end of the summer.

Our destination is shown below:

For those of you who don’t already know… any guesses?

Yosemite

At the risk of turning this into a photo blog, here is a set of photos that we took over the marvelous, chain-free weekend we just spent in Yosemite. And unless clichés have lied to me, this post clocks in at about 11,000 words. Take that, writer’s block!

The last photo is of Hetch Hetchy Reservoir, which long-time readers might remember from back when I wrote well. Or at least more often.

Tunnel View

Leaning Tower

Bridalveil Fall and Leaning Tower

Moon over Bridalveil Fall

El Capitan at Dawn

Half Dome at Dusk

Upper Yosemite Falls reflected in the Merced River

Upper and Lower Yosemite Falls

Upper Yosemite Falls

Lower Yosemite Falls

Hetch Hetchy Reservoir

Protest

Berkeley was more or less ground zero for crazy this afternoon, when I wandered over to City Hall to see what the hubbub was all about. It was honestly a lot more venomous on both sides than these photos will suggest, but I didn’t feel like posting the more offensive or emotionally charged images.

Speaking of offensive, Fred Phelps and his odious followers were supposed to be there today as well, but I’m more than glad that they never showed up.

Anyhow, here are a handful of images that I think turned out pretty well:

Back to Work

With the strike hopefully almost settled, I’m looking forward to getting my writing staff back. I’m clearly lost without them.

Putting the New in New Year

The following things will be completely (or at least mostly) new for us at some point during 2008:

1. City
2. Apartment
3. Job
4. Church
5. Friends

Nothing’s official yet, and none of this is likely to happen until the summer.

But this is shaping up to be a doozy of a year.

More news later as conditions warrant....

The Day Everything* Changed

I don’t really have time to say more than this:

I just wrote some code for a web site that I’m working on and uploaded it to my client’s webserver. From a coffee shop.

And now I’m posting this. From a coffee shop.

Yes, I realize that other people have been able to do this for like a decade or more. But I haven’t. Until now.

This makes me very, very happy.

* For very, very small definitions of the word “everything.”

Let it not be said that Berkeley is stuck in the 60s....

Who Would Jesus Waterboard?

You can, if you wish, point and snicker at it for being too cheap for CafePress.

The Golden Rule

Books & Culture, the highbrowish offering from the folks at Christianity Today, just sent me an e-mail extolling the virtues of investing in gold. The email closes with what I’m guessing is one of Jesus’ lesser-known pearls of wisdom: “Don’t delay! Markets correct and gold protects!”

I’m not really sure what the big deal is. If my sources are correct, in the next life they use that stuff like asphalt.

Is it too late to sell short on cognitive dissonance?

There are many things in heaven and on earth that can be safely dropped on one’s little toe.

Apparently, a shopping cart is not one of them.

Who knew?

Dollars and Cents

It’s well past midnight in England, which means that any moment now, I could get an email with a download link to Radiohead’s new album, In Rainbows.

I’ve been anxiously awaiting this album for more than a year, ever since we were treated to live versions of most of the new songs over two nights at Berkeley’s beautiful Greek Theatre. And I’ve been really anxiously awaiting this album for the last ten days, ever since the band quietly announced that they were releasing the new album for download.

It’s unusual enough that a band of Radiohead’s stature would release an album on their own and with so little fanfare or distribution. Even more unusual, when excited would-be purchasers opened their online shopping carts after deciding to pre-order the album, they were presented with a form field where the price should have been.

Clicking on the question mark next to the price field offered a bit of cryptic guidance.

And clicking on the next question mark drove the point home a bit more.

Could it be? Apparently, the band was leaving it up to the purchaser to choose their price ... even free!

It’s a fascinating move, to be sure, and one that has to be at least a little unsettling to the larger music labels.

How much would you pay for an album that you’d been excitedly anticipating for months? Even when given the option to get it for free?

More to the point, how much did I pay?

Believe it or not, I paid eighteen dollars.

I know, I know. I could have gotten it for free. So maybe I am Citizen Insane.

But here’s what I was thinking…

First of all, this is a band that I love, and I’ve been listening to a dozen or so different live versions of each of these songs for the last year. I wanted to reward the band for the amount I’ve already enjoyed this music. So the only way I was going to take the album for free was if I was going to buy the $80 discbox coming out in December. While I might be a fanboy, that was a bit steep.

My first thought was to pay what I would ordinarily pay in iTunes (if Radiohead allowed them to sell their albums) or the new Amazon MP3 Store: something around 9 or 10 dollars.

But then I remembered the bonus disc that was coming with the discbox. And there’s really no way I wasn’t going to find a way to download that whenever it inevitably leaked, what with the album not including gems like “Down is the New Up” and “Go Slowly” and “4 Minute Warning.” So I figured that this was my chance to also give the band what I would have been willing to pay for those tracks as well.

Plus there’s something to be said for rewarding a band for challenging the existing models of releasing music. And while I’d gladly pay for a product that I know I’m likely to love, I can see where this model would allow me to legitimately sample for free the music of a band that I wasn’t familiar with. I think that’s worth supporting with a little financial applause.

Still, I paid eighteen dollars for something that I could’ve gotten for free. I don’t know… I might be wrong.

But hey, I obviously also bought me something else: the right to be a little self-righteous. And that — as the commercial says — is priceless.

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