10.30.2007

Unmitigated Disaster

I know I'm not the only one to point out these discrepancies, but I don't think they can be emphasized enough.

The Superdome, post-Katrina:

Tens of thousands filled the Superdome and were living in subhuman conditions. Food and water quickly ran out. The toilets stopped working. Corpses lay unattended.“We were treated like this was a concentration camp,” Audrey Jordan told Agence France Presse.

Outside, corpses were floating in the floodwater and lying on the city streets. And the images were being broadcast around the world.

On CNN, Anderson Cooper reported he had seen a body being eaten by rats. On NBC, photojournalist Tony Zumbada reported from the Convention Center: “There’s nothing offered to them, no water, no ice, no C-rations. Nothing for the last four days.” In the corridors of power, the focus shifted from saving the victims to targeting them. On the state level, Governor Blanco issued an order to “shoot to kill” looters, even though many of the so-called looters were starving residents seeking food and water.

In Washington, the New York Times reported that President Bush’s chief advisor Karl Rove began plotting a PR campaign to shift blame to local and state officials. Soon “the blame game” became the GOP catchword of choice.

Meanwhile, the people kept dying.

(More here, if you need to be reminded.)

Key words: poor, black.

Qualcomm Stadium, post-wildfires:

At Qualcomm Stadium, where the San Diego Chargers play, thousands of evacuees were camped in the parking lot in their cars and RVs, and in tents and on cots. Tables were piled high with food. There were pallets of apples and bananas, and semitrailers filled with ice. You could make your own sandwich -- or a volunteer would make one for you. There were stacks of cookies. Coolers brimming with icy-cold sodas. Volunteers offered coloring books and crayons to the kids.

In the land of plenty, there was plenty to offer.

[. . . ]

At the stadium, there were mountains of clothing and bedding. One man was trying on a pair of leather pants. A local pizza maker told a radio reporter that his pies were turned away because there was too much food. A cellphone provider was offering free calls to anywhere in the United States. An air-conditioned medical tent was erected. Doctors and nurses circulated. A sign advertised crisis counseling for "grief, loss, group or individual."

(Full story here.)

Key words: wealthy, white.

Sure, there is a vast discrepancy in the scale of these disasters. But how long do you think it will take for those hilltop homes in San Diego to be rebuilt? Meanwhile, years after the fact, most of the affected areas of New Orleans are still vacant.

10.26.2007

(Mormon) Life in a Southern (Idaho) Town

Sarah Hepola presents interviews with two Mormon teenagers living in Southern Idaho. Some choice quotes from the first interview:

I can't quite get inside Joseph Smith's head. I don't know if he was truly crazy and believed his own hype, or if he was just a con artist.

Mormons are so nice because they are trying to entice you into being one of them. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Once I made these really tasty brownies that had COFFEE in the recipe for a Church young women's function. (I rode my bicycle to a town 15 miles away to buy the coffee so no sales clerk would tell my parents. I live in a police state.)

and the second interview:

The craziest thing about Mormonism is the garbage that supposedly educated and intelligent people will believe.

[My mother] had 10 kids. It is therefore safe to assume that she has had sex exactly 10 times in her life. I know that all kids think this of their parents, but it is the gospel truth in my mother's case.

I've never met a nice Mormon over the age of 21. . . If they seem nice, it's an act. They have ulterior motives.

I might consider smoking a cigarrette, but they're not sold in my town, and I can't afford to buy them anyway.

Mitt Romney looks like a corpse.

I'm to the point in my life where I regard religion itself as a crock of hooey. The Mormons are no more or less misguided or "curious" than any other denomination. Still, I found the interviews entertaining. I applaud the ability of these young women to think for themselves. But I'm still waiting for the day when an atheist can openly run for national office and be a viable candidate.

10.25.2007

Hell Yes


My gods, this is brilliant. This book sells itself. I don't even care what's in it. I just want to display that glorious cover on a prominent shelf in my library, right at eyeline level, so that everyone who comes into my abode instantly knows that I am a man of wealth and taste.
Ladies, there can be no finer gift for your man than this. Fellas, your woman will never stop thanking you after you learn to apply the lessons of this essential text.
And they gave the fucking Nobel Prize to Doris Lessing? Puh-leeze.

The Dark Knight Returns

10.18.2007

The Internet Is Now Slightly Less Interesting

Two of my favorite websites (favorites, it should be noted, for entirely different reasons) have closed their virtual doors.

DVD Journal, one of the most intelligently written and least commercialized (coincidence?) review sites shut down at the end of August, though you can still access their catalog of DVD reviews. I looked forward to their weekly recommendations, which often drew my attention to films I had either never heard of or had somehow missed (as any decent review site should do). Among my favorite reviews, however, are Alexandra DuPont's detailed comments on the first three episodes of the Star Wars Saga. Take advantage of this valuable archive, if you haven't before. Additionally, their goodbye essay is a cogent and frank assessment of the current state of the home entertainment industry.

Another favorite, a site that was always first on my daily blogroll, was Billville, my brother's blog. Besides serving the practical purpose of allowing me to keep tabs on my geographically distant brother, his site offered a consistently diverse, yet engaging, roster of topics, ranging from librarian politics, poetry, MP3s (or, as my mother refers to them, MVPs), cartography, politics, gaming, Al Gore, and the Zune. God help us, the Zune.

Anyway, if you've enjoyed the site, I'm sure the author would appreciate a message.

The coveted position that Billville occupied at the top of my daily blogroll will now be ceded to the less personally relevant, but even more topically diverse site, kottke.org.

In the wake of these irreplacable sites, Chazzbot struggles to stay afloat, for whoever the fuck reads it anymore.

10.16.2007


Barry Blitt, from the current issue of The Atlantic.

10.12.2007

Chazzbot Recommends

Jon D. Lee's collection is now available on Amazon.

I had the pleasure of hearing the author read some of these poems several years ago, and they were among the funniest and most biting poems I've ever heard. Upon reading this collection, however, the poems take on added qualities of wit, irony, and occasional poignance.

Though the subject matter of these poems is the speaker's anti-social, anti-hygienic roommate, this is far from a gag collection. Like any worthy poet, Jon Lee never fails to celebrate the humanity of his subject, even if he spends most of his time on the couch, eating the speaker's food while engaging in all-day marathons of, say, Babylon 5.

The value of these poems is how they manage to effectively capture all the details of Brian's generally supine existence (a life, Lee suggests, that could only be lived in the late 20th/early 21st century) with the poet's incisive, honest eye, without resorting to easy, juvenile disrespect for Brian's lifestyle. This is not simply a joke book, and Lee's treatment of his subject invites the reader to regard him/herself with the same brutal honesty.

This book would serve as a perfect "gateway" collection of poems for readers who are unfamiliar or uncomfortable with poetry. But there are rewards here also for the poetry connoisseur. Lee's use of language, his eye for detail, his incisive observations offer a rewarding read. But, ultimately, it is Lee's use of Brian--a kind of modern Oscar Madison with an Xbox--that affords the reader an insight into the value of poetry. It is a celebration of the flaws and failures that make us human, and Lee is our quiet roommate with a well-stocked cupboard.

10.11.2007

Recently Viewed

Borrowing a recurring post idea from kottke.org, I'm going to begin posting starred reviews of films that I've seen. The ratings will be on a 5-star scale, roughly following these criteria:

***** A film I unhesitantly recommend to anyone
**** A film I adore or am otherwise impressed by, but perhaps best fits my own tastes
*** A film that might make for a good DVD rental
** A film someone made me watch
* A film unworthy of anyone's time

I may occasionally also post brief reviews, not because I think anyone cares, but more as a kind of reminder of my initial and/or lasting impressions of a film. The starred ratings will also provide you with an idea of my somewhat eclectic viewing choices.

To get things started, here are the last five films I've seen, either in a theatre or at home on DVD:

In the Valley of Elah *****
Blow ***
Hot Fuzz ****
Young Mr. Lincoln *****
Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster ****

For the life of me, I can't find a star icon to use here other than the rather uninspiring asterisks I ended up using. Blogger's version of Wingdings doesn't contain anything looking like a star (other than a strangely outlined pentagon), but I'll try to find something a bit more visually dynamic for future posts.

There are a few comments I'd like to share about In the Valley of Elah, so watch this space.

10.05.2007

The Dark Knight


Lots more of these at BeaucoupKevin.

10.03.2007

Space Shuttle Enterprise, Hill AFB


This photo was taken in August 1979, when the Enterprise was nearing the end of its testing phase. These tests mostly consisted of atmospheric gliding and runway landings, since this shuttle was never intended for spaceflight.

That's me and my brother in the photo. I was so excited to see the shuttle that day, I rode my bike up to the flightline (or as close as I could get to it) to see the 747 land. Then, later in the day, the family went up to see it and this photo was taken (probably by my dad).

I remember being very annoyed after hearing that some handicapped kid had been allowed to enter the shuttle cockpit. I had been keeping a scrapbook of newspaper articles about the development of the shuttle for months (a scrapbook I still have) and felt that I was a much more deserving choice to go into the cockpit. What did that handicapped kid know about the shuttle, anyway? Stupid handicapped kid!

The first shuttle launch (Columbia) into orbit was about two years away. The Enterprise was my Sputnik.

Thanks to Billville for digging up the photo!

10.01.2007

Springsteen's Magic

Bruce Springsteen's latest album will be released tomorrow, but you can stream all the tracks here (if you don't mind the anti-piracy message that pops up during the songs). The album has already been hailed (by Entertainment Weekly and the NY Times) as a return to form by Springsteen and the reunited E Street Band, and it certainly has all the earmarks of his classic work. The songs contain the kind of pop hooks that haven't been heard on a Springsteen album for a while, but like all his greatest songs, the pop sheen masks some dark and foreboding lyrics.

"Girls in Their Summer Clothes" is an excellent example of a song that wouldn't be out of place on one of Springsteen's early 80's albums. Bright and upbeat, the song could easily be a radio hit, but the singer's perspective comes straight out of the roster of characters from "Glory Days." This is a guy who has seen his better days come and go, and he can now only watch the girls with longing for his past.

"Livin' in the Future" ups the ante, with its faint trace of bitterness submerged beneath the chiming chords of another poppy tune. The singer's thoughts seem melancholy until the song's chorus reveals that what might be taken for complacent shit-shooting is really the singer's projection of scenarios that will never come to pass. These scenarios include hints not only of the singer's dim future, but our country's as well.

And here is where the album takes its masterful turn. The themes submerged in "Livin' in the Future" come to full fruition in the album's final trio of songs, where our country's squandered legacy is lamented and Bush's exploitative war is given the contempt it deserves. "Who will be the last to die for a mistake?" is the chorus of "Last to Die" and, again, the singer is talking about more than his own failed relationship. "Long Walk Home" casts a sad eye at the singer's hometown, which stands in for America (shades of "My Hometown" from Springsteen's "Born in the USA" album, the closest album in his catalogue in tone and style to his latest release). But this time the singer is confronted not with the racism and economic deprivation of the mid 1980's, but the death and disillusionment engendered by Bush's illegal war. "Devil's Arcade" is the sad summation of these times and, together, these three songs comprise a long-needed major artistic statement against Bush and the Iraq War.

This is not only Springsteen's strongest, best-sounding album in some time; it is not just a return to Springsteen's masterful combination of appealing music and haunting lyrics; it is a major statement for and of our times from a man who has charted our nation's troubled course for over 30 years through the actions of his hungry, flawed, hopeful and tragic characters.