sailor mongering

The US is pressing criminal charges against Greenpeace for “sailor mongering.”

Sailor mongering was rife in the 19th century when brothels sent prostitutes laden with booze onto ships as they made their way to harbor. The idea was to get the sailors so drunk they could be whisked to shore and held in bondage, and a law was passed against it in 1872. It has only been used in a court of law twice, the last time in 1890.

They are being tried for stopping ships bringing in illegally harvested Amazonian mahogany from Brazil. This brings up two questions: is this like charging the Mafia on tax evasion, and how many more ridiculous naval laws are there from the 19th century?

quantum focus

Download Prof. Biswas’s exciting game Quantum Focus! It will teach you about quarks and uncertainty and all that good stuff that they write about in plays like Copenhagen so that the vast majority of middle-class folks who know nothing about physics can feel privy to secret knowledge. Esoteric no more! Physics demystified and fun! Safe for all ages.

classic beatz

I thought of a great new album that I will have to make, perhaps sometime this summer when I have more time: Bangin’ Bingen : deep house anthems from DJ Hildegard.

Yes, I have officially started to lose it.

contraceptive branding

Another gem from Crooked Timber, written by Belle Waring:

What do you think of when you hear the word “Trojan”? Possibly, you think of the heartbreaking scene of farewell between Hector and Andromache, when little Astyanax is frightened by the nodding plumes of Hector’s helmet. But probably not. Probably, you think: Trojan horse. So consider the context. There’s this big…item outside your walled citadel, and you are unsure whether to let it inside. After hearing the pros and cons (and seeing some people eaten by snakes), you open the gates and drag the big old thing inside. Then, you get drunk. At the height of the party, hundreds of little guys come spilling out of the thing and sow destruction, breaking “Troy’s hallowed coronal”, as they say. Is this, all things considered, the ideal story for condom manufacturers to evoke? Just asking.

I suppose I hadn’t really thought of it before. It might make one rethink one’s brand loyalties. Then again, what do “kimono,” “rough rider” and “lifestyles” suggest?

academic blogging

One idea I’ve been batting around is to make a blog on information theory — an academic blog where there is discussion and posts of interest to the IT community, reviews of books, papers, and so on. It lacks a vision now, and the more I think about it, the less useful it seems.

In areas like economics, cultural criticism, literary/media studies, and journalism, academic blogging has found a good niche. John Holbo at Crooked Timber has two good posts on literary studies, and Wally has his essays on seriality and narrative. The strongest selling point is that blogging allows a sort of public hearing on a draft of new ideas without the formality of a graduate seminar or conference. It can enhance dialogue, which is good when you are trying to work out new ideas. These blogs deal with issues of interpretation.
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probability surveys

The professor for my Statistics class this year, David Aldous, is the editor of a new open-access journal called Probability Surveys. It highlights another problem in corporate journal publishing. Tutorial articles are often invited papers at the editor’s discretion or for special issues. This journal will be full of survey articles, and treads the line between those collections of research monographs and more bleeding-edge research journals. It’s not a profitable area for publication, because survey articles serve graduate students and intersted outsiders, and therefore do not lead to subscriptions, which is what commercial journals rely upon.

Of course, it’s not off the ground yet, but I’m pretty excited. I’m usually willing to spend an hour reading up on some subject I know very little about, especially if it’s an expository article.

princess leia

I wen to a songs and stories night at a coop named Lothlorien (yes, it is actually called that) in Berkeley. It was pretty packed. People were passing around bottles of wine and other things, performers would get up and do their thing, there would be applause, etc. All in all, a very Berkeley experience, almost stereotypically so. They have very strong communities here because of the coop system, and although I was an outsider, it was nice to see that kind of atmosphere in a place. It reminded me a lot of certain parties I had been to in Champaign-Urbana.

One set of lyrics stood out from the rest. it was an original song performed by two women dressed in white robe-like outfits with rope belts and their hair in buns. The background was from a projector showing Star Wars. The chorus:

I want your lightsaber in me
Use the force, use the force, use the force

It felt very sci-fi Liz Phair. Classic.

a good time (not)

[Note: Jeff responded in the comments and I retract some of what I wrote here in my response.]

Here is Rush Limbaugh’s take on the Abu Ghraib photos and response:

This is no different than what happens at the Skull and Bones initiation and we’re going to ruin people’s lives over it and we’re going to hamper our military effort, and then we are going to really hammer them because they had a good time. You know, these people are being fired at every day. I’m talking about people having a good time, these people, you ever heard of emotional release? You heard of [the] need to blow some steam off?

When I read this I just started screaming incomprehensibly in my kitchen. I’m not sure how to argue with this point, or how to argue with Jeff’s apologia:

I think these prison guards slipped down a slope from frustration to anger and at some point took out that anger in an incomprehensible way. Read the description in that Times article of the inane stuff they made these Iraqis do and you begin to wonder what brought these people this far. If I was thrown in the same position would I have done any better? I don’t know.

This is a convenient theory that is very dramatic. I’m sure there are many plays that have been written in which a tense prison situation finally snaps and the guards enact a terrible scene of retribution and abuse, misdirected at a prisoner. I am not imputing Limbaugh’s view to Jeff, but they do share one idea: they see the torture of these prisoners as point events that are explicable given the circumstances.

Part of the point of military training as I understand it is to allow soldiers to make level-headed decisions in stressful situations. I have no idea how stressful it is out in the field where you are getting shot at, or in a prison where insurgents are trying to arrange prison breaks every night. Seymour Hersh cites the Taguba report:

There was a special women’s section. There were young boys in there. There were things done to young boys that were videotaped.

Abuses like that take premeditation. It is not a couple of people blowing off steam, nor is it slipping down the slope into a single incomprehensible act of violence. It shares the casual nature of the former and the degenerative aspect of the latter, but these acts were a way of life in this prison.

There is a separation that needs to be made between novelty and revulsion, and I think Jeff almost makes it. I was not surprised that abuses were happening in the prisons — after all, this is war, and war is not pretty and people do terrible things. I am nevertheless horrified at the casual nature of the violence, that this treatment of the prisoners had become so everyday. I am horrified that there have been three investigations and nothing has been done. I am horrified that this violence was sanctioned by higher authorities and that nobody is taking responsibility.

Things are better now than they were before. Perhaps prisons are better in Iraq than they are in the rest of the Middle East. But other Middle Eastern regimes do not pretend to be free societies that afford their citizens the rights that the US upholds. We are supposed to be building a model for a society, and we are tripping dangerously close to “come meet the new boss, same as the old boss.”