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RESOLVED:


  1. Make more and buy less

  2. Review 40 books this year

  3. Generate more photographs

  4. Return to writing

  5. 4.0 

  6. Get borderline OCD re: recycling

  7. Re-create the Hanging Gardens of Babylon inside the living room

  8. Save more

  9. Improve the alignment between my ethics and my actions

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On Huey Lewis, gyms and iPods.  (or: Yes we can haz purges)

At the gym late last night--one of those gyms you let yourself in and out of--I was left all alone with the increasingly annoying sounds of corporate shopping-rock to accompany each rep, set and stride. Huey Lewis and the News providing me with their refreshing insight on the power of love. ("Can you feel it? That's the power...") Steely Dan, Cutting Crew, Boston, a  fucktard mix-tape for people in their mid-40s who have forgotten that time marches on.  I wandered about the place looking behind counters searching under shelves and closely inspecting locked cabinets for the damnable receiver responsible for the infernal racket--to no avail. I remembered an old Harper's Index which told of the number one complaint at the office being: "It's too cold." The number two complaint was "it's too hot." It occurred to me that perhaps this was a similar struggle occurring here-in another realm of public life. Perhaps someone was in my spot a week earlier and found nothing playing in the small hours. So an angry e-mail was crafted: "I can't believe there was silence. How are we supposed to work out without music? What am I paying you guys for" On and on I'm sure the e-mail went.

And here I was. A week later. Paying the price.

Never again.

My roommate picked up an iPod Nano for me this Christmas. Having never owned an mp3 player, still believing in the power of hi-fi component-based systems and speakers, this is something that I would have procrastinated picking up perhaps for yet another year. Something that is so far-removed from my priority of purchases that it is quite feasible it would be behind that vaccuum-pot coffee brewer I've been eyeing for half a year now or that Cuisinart MCP-12 Cooking set that all the most-fashionable chefs will be using this season. Even Mr Lewis (and seriously, who"tf" would call themselves "Huey" after the age of eleven?) and his News couldn't have convinced me to make this more of a priority.

That said, this could very well be the best gift I've ever received. The idea of having all the music I could want, accessible inside an object taking up the cubic area of a moneyclip, always seemed advantageous but never rose to the status of imperative. The reality, now that I have this in my cargo pocket--walking around the house listening to Neko Case one minute and Ira Glass the next--is that this was simply an imperative I did not recognize. Huey or no.

Thus endeth my materialistic rambling;  Merry Christmas.
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Rumsfeld: "My friend . . . you are sadly mistaken."

Richard Stillman's Public Administration: Concepts and Cases is perhaps one of the most insightful books I've come across in the realm of Public Administration.  The case studies inside--provided by a host of skilled researchers--run a gamut that ranges from  the Centralia Mine Disaster of 1947 to the loss of the Space Shuttle Challenger and the events in Waco.  With in-depth historical accounts of individuals involved--the correspondence and conversation between them--it demystifies the workings of governmental agencies.  To modify a phrase, it lays in the barest of terms the fact that governance isn't done by Guv'mint, it's done by people. it is highly unlikely I would have ever read this book were it not required for a class taken years and years ago, but luckily I chose that course that semester.  Ever since, I've had a fascination for reportage on the conversations between administrators involving critical components of policy initiatives.  Today's NYTimes had a gem of a thing today:

On the eve of the invasion (of Iraq, 2003), as it began to dawn on a few officials that the price for rebuilding Iraq would be vastly greater than they had been told, the degree of miscalculation was illustrated in an encounter between Donald H. Rumsfeld, then the defense secretary, and Jay Garner, a retired lieutenant general who had hastily been named the chief of of what would be a short-lived civilian authority called the Office of Reconstruction and Humanitarian Assistance. 

The history records how Mr. Garner presented Mr. Rumsfeld with several rebuilding plans, including one that would include projects across Iraq. 

"What do you think that'll cost?" Mr. Rumsfeld asked of the more expensive plan.

"I think it's going to cost billions of dollars," Mr. Garner said.

"My friend, Mr. Rumsfeld replied, "if you think we're going to spend a billion dollars of our money over there, you are sadly mistaken."
 

The article is quick to point out that before the end of that year, the US had, indeed, appropriated $20 Billion for the reconstruction to be used as Garner's plan had alluded to, for projects across the Iraqi landscape. 

By mid-2008, the number of tax-funded US Dollars was at $50 Billion. And while all of this is noteworthy and satisfies some peeping-tom aspect of my curiosity for the conversations behind closed doors, the real news should not be glossed over. To quote from the article again:

Among the overarching conclusions of the history is that five years after embarking on its largest foreign reconstruction project since the Marshall Plan in Europe after World War II, the United States Government has in place neither the policies and technical capacity nor the organizational structure that would be needed to undertake such a program on anything approaching this scale.
 


"Official History Spotlights Iraq Rebuilding Blunders," New York Times 14 Dec. 2008. National ed., sec. 1: 16.
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Six stallions and a conversation with a three-year-old

My {secular} god-daughter is three years old.  She is the daughter of my good friends Seana and Jack.  Her name is Stella and owns and plays with stuffed animals. Among them is a menagerie of six horses.

While over at their house on Wednesday, sitting on the couch after consuming unwise portions of vegan tacos, I asked my god-daughter, Stella, about her horses:

"Do your horses have names?"

"Yes."

"What is this one's name, Stella?"

"That's Humpy."

"And this one?"

"Poopy."

"What about this guy?"

"Fluffy."

"This one?"

"Happy-Dappy."

"Okay. What about this horse, Stella? What is this one's name?"

"Dompy."

"...and this one?"

"Perry Cavanaugh."
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Hélène Grimaud: On Chasseneuz, animal trials, and--of course--the piano.

Some time back I had a post of embedded videos featuring Hélène Grimaud.  This weekend, seeking to find any new work she may have come out with since 2005, I found a great CD and ::gasp:: an autobiography.  Hélène started a conservation organization some time ago, specifically dedicated to wolves and one of my main purposes in picking up the book is learning more about how that came to be, why, &c. 

At the outset of the book though--amidst schoolyard reflections--she juxtaposes an historical vignette of Bestial Jurisprudence for lack of any terms in use today that would equate.  The concept itself is so far gone that I have to think it fitting that modern lexicography fails.  The moment it describes though seems to be the most appropriate for the divination of a starting-point in the animal rights movement or the larger question of our relationship to animals, beyond a sort of "why are they made of bacon, then?" type of argument.  Aside from that though, the story it tells is about the quirkiest thing I've read from the truth-is-stranger-than files as of late.  It's awesome.  Dig: 

"In 1532 in Aix-en-Provence, the town where I was born, the president of the Parliament, Barthélemy de Chasseneuz, published a collection of his legal opinions, most of which had to do with "common proceedings against pernicious animals."  Apparently, he himself had defended, with a skillful plea, the rats that had invaded the town of Autun.  In this collection, and without the least trace of humor, Chasseneuz drew up a list of the common questions raised by the misdeeds of pernicious animals, which he names: rats, field mice, and water voles, weevils, slugs, June bugs, caterpillars, and other vermin--all of them harmful devourers of crops.

         "Chasseneuz asks if they should be brought to justice, and then proceeds to compile a list of case law in effect at the time.  The jurisprudence is categorical:  Animals must be brought before a court to which they have been summoned.  If they fail to appear, a lawyer will be appointed to represent them.  These cases were examined exclusively in the bishop's courts; the sentences that were handed down extradited pests and vermin from the cultivated lands that they devastated but, in recognition of their natural and legitimate need to feed themselves, authorized them to take up residence in uncultivated fields.  If the accused pests did not comply, which none of them did, the judge anathematized or excommunicated them.  Flied and field mice in Laon were excommunicated, much like the grasshoppers in Troyes, along with caterpillars and wild rabbits.

         "And yet not all of the members of the animal race that committed crimes were excommunicated.  Domestic animals were also tried in due form, but before a lay court.  These animals--pigs, cows, donkeys, dogs, and horses--having been found guilty of ruining shops and gardens, stealing food, or refusing to work, or much more seriously, of murder, were arrested and taken to prison, where they awaited their sentences.

         "Just as they would for any other criminal, the police drew up a list of charges, carried out an inquiry, summoned witnesses, and took their testimony.  The verdict was handed down.  The sentence was pronounced and finally read out to the guilty animal in its cell.  In Normandy in 1386, a sow that had been condemned to death was dressed as a man from snout to tail, then dragged by a mare (oh, the dishonorable treatment) to the town fairgrounds for execution.  In front of the Viscount de Falaise and his peasants assembled with all of their pigs (the better to enlighten them) and the sow's owner, placed in the first row "to cause him shame," the executioner sliced off the sow's snout and slashed on of its thighs,  Then he slipped a mask of a human face over the beast's mutilated muzzle and hung it by its hind legs until death ensued. , after which the sow was burned at the stake.

         "What had the sow done to deserve such a death, with its fellow creatures gathered to witness the spectacle of its execution?  It had gotten into the house and eaten the arm and half the face of a three month old baby, Jean le Maux, who lay sleeping in his cradle and who died of his wounds.

         "In the same way, at Gisors, an ox was hung for its crimes; at Clermont-en-Beauvaisis, an ass was shot for kicking its new mistress; and at Baugé, a ewe and its owner wer hung, then burned together in a sack for bestiality.  There was no shortage of animal trials, but it was the pigs that were the stars of the chronicles of the animal criminal trials, which were commonplace up until the seventeenth century.  At that time, pugs would wander freely through town and countryside, where they served as road menders and garbage collectors, and tore up cemeteries in order to get at the corpses.  In 1457, under questioning, another sow in Sauvigny-sur-Étang in Burgandy, admitted (sic) to having killed and, along with her six piglets, partially eaten five-year-old Jehan Martin.

         "Why these trials?  Quite simply so that animals, whose nature had not been clearly defined--did they have a soul or not, and what was its essence?--could have the benefit of a judgment and a just and equitable treatment.  Like any human being."

source: Grimaud, Hélène.  Wild Harmonies: A life of music and wolves. New York: Riverhead Books, 2006. 7-9.


ps: And while I'm not crazy about the editting* in keeping with the previous HG post, I give you Chopin in an MTV world:







*as beautiful as Grimaud is, I think I would much prefer a sustained shot of the hands at keyboard as that seems to mesmorize me in a sort of primal way that only campfies, newly sparked grills and fireplaces seem to surpass. 
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Half Results:

 

Outback Distance Classic 08 1/2 Marathon Results

Jacksonville, FL

Nov. 27, 2008
 

 

10K  Time: 50:38
Half Marathon Time: 1:48:39

Overall pace: 8:20/mi
 
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Maxim:

All the lies you tell yourself during training will not help you when it counts.
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TO DO LIST:

Saturday:
1) get a haircut-done
2) buy sundries-done
3) clean the house-done quite well, thank you.
4) 14-miler - put off until Sunday and done.
5) find copy of Infinite Jest - not done.
6) host poker game -done

Sunday:
1) start in on I.J. -obviously, not done.
2) iron the week's work shirts (no more of this 6am oh-shit-i'm-going-to-be-late bs.) - not done.
3) cook something new -not done.

overall goals for the weekend:
* use some of the 20 lemons I have for a practical purpose (babghannoush)
* avoid drinking (had one non-alchoholic O'Douls on Sat)
* stop flirting with tobacco (none partaken of today [SUN])
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He puts the goal onto the ElJay or else he gets the hose


  1. Find, acquire and hang perfectly white curtains in bedroom.

  2. Find, acquire and hang heavy duty plaster wall-anchor to suspend 50lb mirror to wall with--also in bedroom.

  3. Find acquire and print 8x10 and 11x14 photos to frame in all yet-to-be used smaller frames.

  4. Find a place that will produce a 24x32 print 

  5. Catch the latest spy-thriller movie thing.

  6. Call my lawyer. (she's probably reading this)

  7. Return library books.

  8. Run miles.

  9. Lift weight.

  10. Cook.

  11. Clean.

  12. Paint kitchen drawers and cabinet doors - then reinstall all hardware and re-mount.

  13. Do "something" with the refrigerator door.

  14. Be awesome.

  15. Re-read all the critical opinions and memoranda leading up to Bush v. Gore.

  16. Bike over to the farmer's market.

  17. Play pool tomorrow night and not get stumbling-home-drunk.

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    2319 House