Sep 26

The Meaning of Life

People say that the ultimate question is the meaning of life, but I think that;s a cop-out.  People care very little for notions as abstract as that, although it can be fun to debate at the University duck pond, in terms as sweeping as they are impersonal.

A far better question is “Do I matter?” and I think that most of human activity can be divided into two types: that which makes a person matter, and that which makes a person appear to matter.  It’s a yes/no question and everybody wants the answer to be yes.  Failing that, they want other people not to know that the answer is no.

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Sep 26

Uncomfortably Numb (part 2)

I find it difficult to write these days. I’ve little time, I’ve said it all before, and it probably doesn’t help. It’s difficult to promote one’s own writing based on “See? I wrote this a year ago, and sure enough it happened!” Heaven knows I’m wrong as well, on a number of things–well, conversation helps reveal points of interest, even if the conclusion is a whiff.

This very lack of motivation to write (internal and external) is something I spoke of earlier, in a post entitled “Uncomfortably Numb”.

It’s not getting better.

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Sep 11

9/11 Oath

For the brave FDNY and NYPD and others who gave their lives, their health, their brothers to the flames and cataclysm in the hope of saving civilians: You were civilians in your own right, ambushed in a war from overseas, overmatched, laid low by cowards.

I humbly thank you for your sacrifice. You were not victims in the end, but soldiers in a battle of unknown dimension. While the world ended around you, you won, you hear? You did not lose, but won, and we the living will repay our debt to you, will not forget, will not forgive, but will emerge victorious.

This I swear.

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Sep 03

Victoria Hen –Update– Gone?

07 June 2013, i dont see the memorial. I hope its been moved domewhere nuce.  

The bus dropped us off in front of the Tom Bradley International Terminal, and we had seven hours to kill. We wandered. I saw a crane starkly silhouetted at an impressive angle, and went to grab a shot of it. My son took the opportunity to walk along a winding concrete wall through a small triangular green space. Two female security guards or airport police stood nearby enjoying their cigarettes. It took several shots of him, practicing keeping him right on the 1:3 horizontal guide in the viewfinder, as he wound his way away.
He mentioned that some state’s flag was on the ground, and I asked him which one. He didn’t know, but picked it up and waved it at me — it was the flag of Israel.

I got a great shot of that, and several more, as he came over to me. I saw that there were several US flags visible poked into the grass a ways away from where he had found the first, and then I could make out that there were some more Israel flags among the US flags.
He brought the flag to me, and we went over to the area where the rest were. Got shots of his progress, flag in hand. There was a plaque erected in honor of Victoria Hen, who had lived from 1977 to 2002. As my son and I poked the flag of Israel back from where it had obviously come, one of the guards approached and asked me if I knew want happened to Ms. Hen. I told her I did not.

The guard pointed up into the second story of the International Terminal while describing how Victoria Hen worked the El Al counter in 2002 when a terrorist attacked the place, and Hen was killed. I vaguely recalled the incident; I remember that after 9/11, it had seemed huge.
“I didn’t know that El Al carried guns around,” the guard said, “But they sure took care of business. Took that guy down quick.” I said that being the Israeli airline, they couldn’t stay in business any other way.

She said that the wind had been strong, and always messed with the flags. The larger American flags had either not been disturbed, or had been restored. I looked around and saw that there were several more Israeli flags scattered among the low shrubs and ground cover. I mentioned that perhaps the flags had some help in getting scattered about being Israeli and all. The guard nodded as though I had said something profound, rather than obvious.

My son and I poked the rest of the Israeli flags back into the small memorial. The guards went back to work down a ramp into a restricted area. I lingered to grab a few more shots of the memorial, and noticed a HUGE vertical wall display of an American flag on the side of what I think is Terminal #4. I lined up so that the Stars and Stripes swelled over the small memorial, which nestled in a small triangle of shrubs, grass and gravel, at the counterclockwise end of the curb in front of the Tom Bradley International Terminal.

The next time you’re in the area, I’d appreciate it if you could check up on the flags there. You can even do it from inside the terminal. Before entering the ticketing counter lanes, if you walk all the way to the left, there is a sign which says something like “Nursery and First Aid”. Go through that door, and you see a window. If you look out the window at the ground below, that’s the spot.

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Apr 15

Sins of the Sister (Excerpt)

Feminism is that force in politics which enables pornographers, abortionists, womanizers, pimps and human traffickers to have their way with women. They are granted political and social cover; even a cachet that increasingly welcomes these vile practices to casual exposure and creeping approval in the popular culture.

beaten to death versus rent money. This is empowerment?

Movies like Pretty Woman portray prostitution as some sort of independent consultancy, which like many careers can pose challenges and force decisions in order to resolve conflicts. Just another job. Nothing is different, everything is relative, and women like Julia Roberts’ hooker are at their best when weighing the odds of being strangled and beaten to death versus their need for rent money. This is empowerment?

I cannot imagine a more pathetically conflicted creature than a woman who feels that she is “empowered” to receive money for sex, unless it is the supposedly respectable women walking about with their clothing on and defending the practice. This sort of thing only makes sense to those whose worldview is that all sex is either rape or prostitution. They have decided to enthusiastically promote the lesser of two evils as if it were right and good. Misogyny is a spectrum disorder, and a lot of women have it.

It is an appalling spectacle reminiscent of the scene in Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four where the pigs and the men look at each other across the table, and not only can we no longer tell the difference, but neither can they. Why bother oppressing your own people when you can get them to do it themselves?

Excerpt from an upcoming essay. –hbd 15apr2012

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Jan 14

Marine Peace Process

Those two Marines should be reprimanded, but only for doing it wrong: first you piss on the Taliban’s foreheads, THEN you shoot them, and then by God, there will be peace.

Trust me, the Afghan good guys who have suffered under the Taliban see it this way, and our squeamishness is why they do not trust us. Pretending that this is a war between uniformed forces is a disaster. This is a battle against savage animals.

At least *somebody* is trying to to win the F’n war over there.

Besides, in my world (as in, when I’m king), Taliban don’t get funerals–they get composted. So good on ya Devil Dogs! Providing not only fresh fertilizer, but irrigation to the farms of Afghanistan. That’s COIN-plus, right there.

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May 06

Movie Review — Battle: Los Angeles

This is an outstanding movie. If you felt ripped off by almost every recent SF movie, and insulted by almost every recent military movie, this is your huckleberry.

  • This is the alien invasion movie that Independence day should have been.
  • This is the small-squad alien movie that Starship Troopers should have been.
  • This is the American military movie that [fill in the blank] should have been.

Trailer for “Battle: Los Angeles” at IMDb

There are only a few clunker moments in the film, but they are isolated and not structural. This movie cashes the checks written over the past twenty years by movies struggling to deliver the grit, emotion, action, suspense, and military technical detail that movie watchers demand and have not received.
I suppose my only serious criticism is in the sacrifice/pay-off equation, but to describe it further would give away more than I should in a booster review, which this most certainly is.

I’ll flesh this out later, but for now allow me to simply give this movie my highest recommendation. You are very fortunate if viewing this movie for the first time is in your future: You are in for a treat, for this is the sort of movie “they don’t make anymore”.

This is what Full Metal Jacket could have been, if Kubrick had allowed R. Lee Ermey to re-wire the entire film


It is obvious that the film was made if not with the direct involvement of a whole lot of military sorts, then with a whole lot of consultation for technical detail and cultural nuance.  This is what Full Metal Jacket could have been, if Kubrick had allowed R. Lee Ermey to re-wire the entire film the way he did the metastasized boot camp section.  Themes from Heartbreak Ridge are faithfully carried out, even if compressed a bit to make room for the unveiling of the spectacular alien invasion.

Unlike Independence Day, which I staggered away from as if gut-shot, this film celebrates achievement without dredging up Bill Pullman’s mawkish and saccharine, incomprehensible portrayal of a character with no justification in the film.  When the characters are down, the audience is down, and when they are up, the audience is on its feet cheering.  The effects and the composition of CGI vehicles and such comport well with George Lucas’ decades-old guidance that the more time you spend on a scene, the less time it should stay on the screen.  There are no fighter planes literally posing for the camera as in Independence Day, and while many of the more developed shots become crowded with smoke trails and so forth, these shots are done well and help to propel the movie further.  Nowhere is the screen-full-of-crap of George Lucas’ later years, or pointless repetition of I-paid-for-it-and-I-say-it-gets-another-close-up effectsmanship.

The invasion itself is a masterwork, in that it unfolds rapidly, without extraneous explanation of things the characters would have no way of knowing and which the audience does not care about, and with plausible physics represented faithfully and modestly.

Complaints are few: you could worry about some things having one form of aerial suspension which differs from that of others, or about what a “Copperhead” is, or the biopsy McGuffin, but I give these a pass.  Partly from a “halo” effect caused by the overall great vibe spilling from this jam-packed movie, and partly because a little sleight of hand is to be expected in an alien invasion movie.  If the tricks are executed without insulting the audience, we find we don’t mind, and simply pivot off that rock to get to the next scene.

I cannot overstate the value of halo to this movie.  It has succeeded wildly where so many predecessors have failed that I had frankly given up on Hollywood’s capacity to get this right.  This movie gets it right on so many fronts that I gladly overlook and even come to appreciate the parts that bring to mind a bit movie-making.

 

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Feb 03

Egyptian Ship Disaster



[UPDATE KEY: verified, disproven, new.
This is my off-the-cuff theory: the ship was heavily modified (see pictures), and was subsequently overloaded (conjecture). Heavy seas and high winds (various reports) contributed to the instability. The ship, probably ungainly even in a calm sea, in the bad weather was moving enough that some vehicles broke free and began sliding around, becoming a serious free weight issue (conjecture). Perhaps passengers assembled on one side of the ship for some reason (conjecture).
The ship seems to have gone down in nearly an instant, as in the first few hours, there have been no reports of an SOS call. There are reports that an SOS call was received by the crew of M/V Saint Catherine, which is owned by the same company, and was travelling the opposite direction on the same route when Al-Salam-98 went down. If there were no SOS calls received by alert stations on either side of the Red Sea, then the distress calls were probably made only on VHF Channel 16, which is limited to line-of-sight. This also constrains the time of the call–if I can determine the schedule of Saint Catherine, we can nail the point where they distress call was made to within perhaps 30NM by 10NM. At any rate, the Captain of Saint Catherine has said that he opted not to return to assist Al-Salam-98, as he believed that this would hazard his vessel and passengers, due to the danger of coming about (turning around) in such bad weather. MORE ON THIS LATER.
Also, reports have said that the ship “disappeared from radar”, and no mention has been made of the ship stopping for a length of time before disappearing. This disappearance from radar always sounded a little odd to me, and here’s why: Duba, Saudi Arabia, and Safaga, Egypt (the departure and arrival ports) are about 120 nautical miles apart, athwart the Red Sea. The voyage was scheduled for an eight hour duration, so the ship should have averaged perhaps 15 knots (nautical miles per hour). If the ship disappeared from Duba’s radar by sinking, it would have done so sooner in the journey, and if from Safaga, then later. Numerous newspaper articles cite “officials at the Maritime Control Center in Suez” as saying that the ship disappeared from radar shortly after depating. XINHUA even gives the information as “disappeared from radar screens off the Saudi Coast”. We won’t pick on their grammar here. BBC produced a graphic which shows the area about 30NM from Safaga, but cites 56NM as the distance–I will assume that the graphic is mistaken. We may also probably assume a radar station at Sharm el-Sheik, the southern tip of the Sinai Peninsula. The only justification I have for this is that it looks like a great place for a radar station. A straight-line route passes just over 60NM from Shram el-Sheik, so this places the location of the sinking about 60 NM from THREE radar stations. Halfway through a successful journey from Duba to Safaga, a ship will have a radar 60 miles behind at Duba, another 60 miles ahead at Safaga, and a third 60 miles off to the right, north at Sharm el-Sheik. If the ship had disappeared from radar at the time of sinking, then with height-of-eye, direction of sea swell, and other unknowns being equal, the ship whould have disappeared from three radars, manned by three different sets of operators. Three reports would have gone to the Maritime Control Center in Suez. Instead, there was only one report, from Duba, the departure port. Alarm bells would have rung, perhaps literally, and the national rescue apparatus would have swung into action, rather than waiting for the ship’s owners to meekly mention, hours later, that they had lost contact with one of their ships, and later still, suspected that the ship may have sunk. I conclude therefore, that the effective radar range (that night anyway) was somewhat less than 60NM, and that when M/V Al-Salam-98 “disappeared from radar” shortly after departure, that this was a normal occurrence, and no reports other than routine would have been sent anywhere. It seems that when the ship “disappeared from radar”, it had done so because it simply sailed beyond radar range.
Still, this is the dog that didn’t bark. While the port operators at Safaga and Duba probably do not exchange information about departures and arrivals, especially for regularly scheduled ferry runs, there must be *somebody* who was expecting that ship to show up on radar perhaps an hour before arriving at Safaga. That somebody would be the ship’s owner. While I do not expect that the owner or the CEO, or any high-level type would wake up early to double-check the early morning arrival of a daily ferry run, there must be employees of the owning company at the port of Safaga. Even if the mooring opeations are contracted to port workers, along with traffic-handling and whatever else may be needed, I find it inconceivable that there would be no company employee waiting for the ship to arrive.
Picture the scene–AT THIS POINT, I will stop to do research about the SAFAGA port.
Narrative continues below, abruptly.

This suggests that the ship was grossly overloaded to have gone down so quickly–once a critical roll angle was reached, it could have gone down in less than a minute as it filled with water, particularly if the topside modifications caused it to “snap roll” after the critical angle. As the ship seems to have been a vehicle ferry, it would have cavernous opening not far from the waterline even on the best of days. Perhaps electrical power was lost as the roll began, or the radio (or radio operator) incapacitated.
There was a fire aboard, only minutes after leaving port, but the Captain refused to return to port, and pressed on toward Egypt. This suggests to me that the lack of an SOS call may also have been ordered by the Captain, whose attitude until far too late seems to have been that the problem was under control. Another possibility is that the fire, which eventually raged out of control on the vehicle deck, destroyed the capability for radio communications, either directly, through burning power or signal wiring or equipment, or burning the space (“room”) where the radio operator would have worked, or indirectly by filling various spaces/passageways with smoke.

In the photographs above, I have identified the area which seems to be a modification (RED), adding a tremendous amount of topside weight, which reduces stability. Also, with the modification in place, a new bridge was built (B), with the old one remaining in place (A), perhaps as a lounge.

The possibility exists that neither of these pictures (as annoted) is accurate–perhaps the ship was built just the way it appears in these pictures, and the dark windows at the TOP (B) are a lounge or restaurant.

But I doubt it.

UPDATE: More pictures! From the ship’s builder, I believe. Built in 1971, the ship was rebuilt in 1991 before entering service for her new masters (1997?) on the Red Sea route.


Above: the ship as built, 1971.


Above: After 1991 Rebuild.

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