Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Fantastic Magic

I recently saw “Fantastic Breasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald”, the sequel to the earlier Harry Potter prequel movie, “Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them”.

I actually read the original seven Harry Potter books and did a blog about them in 2007, around the time of Order of the Phoenix (#5) and before Half Blood Prince (#6) and the pair of “Deathly Hallows” films, which cover book #7 but serve as movies 7 and 8.   I haven’t read anything after Deathly Hallows.

I was pleasantly surprised by “FB” and also liked “Grindelwald”.  Both are prequels and neither feature Harry Potter himself.  Younger Dumbledore makes his appearance in “Grindelwald”, played by one of my favorite actors, Jude Law.  Johnny Deep plays Grindelwald himself.  Warning, Dumbledore describes his relationship with Grindelwald as “closer than brothers”, meaning, “they’re gay, but don’t worry, we won’t see them kissing.”  [“Not that there’s anything wrong with it.”]

Both focus on Newt Scamander, played by Eddie Redmayne, and here’s why I like it: almost all of the characters are adults AND the movie takes place in New York City.  FINALLY we have some acknowledgement that the United States exist.  As for adults, I suppose had I been a kid when the Potter books came out I’d have liked them more.  But no, I’m an adult, and to me these are kid’s stories and movies.  So pushing the focus on adult characters really pushes it more into my preference range.

The third thing is PARIS.   “Grindelwald” starts off in NYC again – 1927, so even the Chrysler Building isn’t around yet – but gives us some London (ZZZ) but lots of Paris.   And this is a Paris rich in Art Nouveau.  I’ve gone off about Paris umpteen times, mainly because I used to live there.   The Paris angle I DON’T LIKE is this 1920s “American in Paris” crap with Hemingway, Stein, and all the pretentious expatriate writers hanging out there after World War I.   And “Midnight in Paris” with Owen Wilson was all about that – except when his female friend Adriana (Marion Cotillard) dragged him to 1890s Paris.  Anyhow.  Fortunately the movie makers give us more Art Nouveau than Art Deco and spared us Hemingway and his friends.   Thank you!

Part of the fun is giving us young Dumbledore (Law) and many of the writers of the Hogwarts textbooks as actual characters in their youth.  While I can’t say I have the patience to re-read the original 7 books to catch up, many of the names sound vaguely familiar. 

Note: there will be a third film released in 2020, for a total of five films.  I have to wonder where the next three will take place, because we’ve hit NYC (Fantastic Breasts) and Paris (Grindelwald).   May I suggest Rio de Janeiro?  And what about magic in communist countries?  Dare we see what Moscow looked like in 1928, with Stalin and Trotsky still battling it out for control of the Soviet Union?  What does the MagiCheka look like? 

Better yet, if the series continues into the 1930s, in particular past January 30, 1933, perhaps Berlin could be a setting.  Because we all know that the Nazis’ fascination with the occult is a topic which is long overdue for a movie, right?

Stay tuned.

Friday, April 19, 2019

Old Man


“…and we liked it!”  was Dana Carvey’s refrain on SNL, eons ago, as the grumpy old man accusing today’s youth of being soft, citing his own generation’s implausibly difficult circumstances.  Ironically, Carvey himself must be getting on in years but hasn’t been visibly active on screen these days, at least so far as I can see.

I hit the big 5-0 back in January.   Naturally that has me thinking.  Here are some of those thoughts.

Middle Aged?  For some reason I took as a given that life expectancy was a nice, round 100.   And many people do live that long these days, but so far as I know current life expectancy in the First World remains around 75.   So 50 isn’t middle aged, it’s 67% of the way through.  Oops.

Reincarnation.   PROG Magazine features a column by none other than famous keyboardist Rick Wakeman, whose commentary is invariably humorous and witty, but in this case he went on about reincarnation.  I find the whole premise of reincarnation so thoroughly implausible and ridiculous as to be not worth discussing even in theory.  There are billions of people alive today, far more than have ever died.   Reincarnation as a human is a non-starter.  For his part, he was discussing animals, which in addition to being implausible is also silly.  Funny how no animals, even dolphins, have made any effort to communicate with us.   If Uncle Ted was reborn as an animal, wouldn’t he tap, in morse code, somehow?    Really a total waste of time for anyone to consider.

Stem Cells.   I had a chiropractor in my office and we discussed this.   According to him, nerve damage from even minor accidents is permanent.  After puberty, these types of cells do not regrow.  I asked him if stem cells could fix that, and he said that in principle they could, but the technology to allow them to do so is decades away. 

Then I asked him about immortality, and he gave me the “good news”/”bad news”.  The good news is that in theory, stem cells could allow us to replace aging tissue and ensure, effectively, eternal youth.  The bad news is that the state of stem cell technology as of 2019 is such that even if it ever did reach that point, anyone alive today, and certainly him and I, would be long dead by that time.  Sigh…

Falling Apart.   My metabolism has gone down substantially.   My weight has gone up.  I used to be able to run on the treadmill at 7 mph.  Now I’m lucky to be able to do a brisk walk at 4.5 mph, or briefly run for 5-10 minutes at 6 mph.  As for strength, though, I’m lifting as much as I ever was at 25.

My hair still seems to be hanging in there, though some of it (less than 25%) is grey.   I’m feeling more aches and pains than ever before, not sure whether it’s wear and tear, arthritis, or – as the chiropractor suggested – auto accident injuries manifesting themselves years after the accidents occurred.  Unfortunately ObamaCare effectively pushed me out of the health insurance market:  $300 a month with an $8000 deductible, such a bad deal that the adjusters told me not to bother with it.  Whatever health care I do get is paid out of pocket as I go.  

Fortunately in other departments I’m still doing OK.   President John Tyler, #10, who served from 1841-45, remarkably has living two living grandsons today [https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/heir-raising-experience/].   I’ve long since given up hope on having children – and even if I somehow fathered any today, I would be 70 when they were in college.   My interest at this point is more the obvious part of the childbearing procedure from the male perspective and no real expectation of producing children. 

On the other hand, the Romans were big on adoption, refusing to rely on the randomness of childbirth AND having children who weren’t screwups; they interviewed decent kids of other parents and adopted the ones they felt were worthy.  Not a bad idea….

Mind Reading.  Not sure if this belongs here, but it's a minor power I seem to have picked up in the last year or so.  I've noticed when watching TV or a movie I've never seen before, I'm able to predict what the characters will say, sometimes verbatim.  And no, we're not talking about common catchphrases.  I picked one from "Two Mules For Sister Sara" (remarkable western with Clint Eastwood and Shirley MacLaine) literally word for word.  I suppose there's a finite array of vocabulary and maybe a critical mass of movies which makes this possible, who knows.  Not that I'm complaining.

Friday, April 12, 2019

Cassettes

I originally addressed this issue in a blog from 2008, when cassettes were still a dead and obsolete format.  Now, after vinyl, cassettes are making a comeback.   I addressed the vinyl comeback in 2014, now I’ll tackle this second resurgence.

First, I’d like to address vinyl one more time.   I think I’ve found the reason so many people swear that vinyl sounds better than CD.  Rather, two reasons.

“The Emperor’s New Clothes.”   The Vinyl Prophet cynically believes that arrogantly asserting a counterintuitive claim – “I’m wearing clothes when it appears I’m not” OR “vinyl is superior to CD” – can be achieved with a surplus of confident arrogance.  “I know something you don’t!” i.e. only people as smart as I am can recognize that I’m right. 

There is NO logical reason why vinyl should sound better than CD.  CD technology is more advanced – digital, from the 1980s and later – whereas vinyl technology, in the form of 33 1/3 RPM LPs, dates from the late 1940s, and the basic technology dates from the early twentieth century.   180 grain vinyl is still the same technology, just a thicker slab of vinyl, that’s all.  It’s purely analog no matter how thick the vinyl.

“Thank you, Colorado.”  Another reason may be that the listener is enhanced by THC.   You can’t listen to vinyl in your car, at the gym, walking down the street.  You have to listen to it at home, on a turntable going through a stereo.  When you’re at home you’re also at liberty to indulge in any herbal remedies you might otherwise enjoy in that private environment.  Combine the two together and you have a rich and enjoyable musical experience, but perhaps also the erroneous conviction that vinyl is better than CD.   Nope, that’s the THC talking, another example of what I call “recreational stupidity”.  Not that weed makes you stupid, temporarily or otherwise, but to non-stoners it may appear that way, especially when you utter faux-profound statements under the influence which impress only others feeling the same way.

Cassettes.  Back to these.  In the 1950s, the prevailing methods of listening to music were vinyl and reel-to-reel.  Neither of these were practical for cars, which up to this point were limited to radios.  Bill Lear, of Lear Jet fame, invented 8 track cartridges (the “car” in “cartridge” referring to automobiles) expressly for the purpose of having a format which was practical in cars.  By 1962, Phillips had invented cassettes, and by the late 1970s cassettes defeated 8 tracks as the preferred format for car stereos. 

Cassette Deck.  I have a Pioneer dual deck, which I wound up removing since I wasn’t listening to tapes anymore.  It still works, it’s just gathering dust in my closet.  Crutchfield sells a TASCAM dual deck for $500 which will allow you to convert your cassette tapes into digital files. 

Car Stereo.  I got my driver’s license in 1986, and my first car, a 1984 Chevrolet Cavalier, in 1988.  It had a Delco (OEM) auto-reverse deck which worked most of the time.  My 1992 Pontiac Firebird (base model, loaded with all the options) had a deluxe tape deck, my 1992 Pontiac Firebird Formula 350 (only option: the 5.7L V8) the bare bones OEM tape deck, which I replaced with a Pioneer unit from Crutchfield.   I remember my buddy Phil with his early 70s Mercedes 450SLC with only a radio.  Aside from hearing Pink Floyd’s “One of These Days” for the first time thanks to either DC101 or 98 Rock, mostly the distinction was not having a tape deck. 

My current car, a 2009 Dodge Charger, has the stock CD player.  I’m seeing cars these days from the factory with no CD player at all, just AUX and USB inputs for iPods, etc.  Fortunately Crutchfield is still around… 

Boom Box.   A large, portable cassette deck with big speakers.  Ostensibly de rigeur for those whose relatives originally came from Africa and now prefer to share their urban-oriented music with everyone else within earshot, you could of course boom anything from a boom box:  “Sinner”, by Judas Priest, or classical music should you be so inclined.  But not everyone will appreciate your sharing….

Walkman.  In the early 1980s Sony came out with the Walkman, the first practical and popular personal cassette player with headphones.  I got one for my confirmation (Catholic thing) gift.  It kept my school bus journeys in high school more fun, then later trips on the SNCF (French railroad, local commuter lines) to school as well.   With headphones, this meant that unlike a boom box, you could enjoy your music more discreetly without involuntarily inflicting your particular taste in music upon everyone else around you.   

Mix Tapes.  If you’ve seen “Guardians of the Galaxy” you’ll notice Star Lord (Chris Pratt) has his mix tape and even in the distant future, across galaxies, keeps a cassette deck – probably the only one in the universe – for the express purpose of listening to his cherished tuneage.  Before CD-Rs came by, this was a major selling point for cassettes.  I myself made a few, a Heavy Mix and a Ram Air Mix.  Maybe someday they’ll use mine for the third GotG movie’s villain to inflict Black Sabbath, Sleep, and other noxious stoner rock upon everyone.

FYI, here are the mixes for GotG1 and 2.  The story is that his mom made these of songs she liked, and he keeps them because they remind him of her.   Sadly, with all the great bands around during the 70s to choose from – Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, the Grateful Dead, Grand Funk Railroad, KISS, etc. – his mom had to listen to the following mediocre mom-rock tunage. “Awesome Mix”?  Not even close.  See below:

GotG1.  Hooked on a Feeling (Blue Swede); Go All The Way (The Raspberries); Spirit in the Sky (Norman Greenbaum); Moonage Daydream (David Bowie); Fooled Around and Fell in Love (Elvin Bishop); I’m Not In Love (10cc); I Want You Back (The Jackson 5); Come And Get Your Love (Redbone); Cherry Bomb (The Runaways); Escape (The Pina Colada Song) (Rupert Holmes); O-o-h Child (The Stairsteps); Ain’t No Mountain High Enough (Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell).

GotG2.  Mr Blue Sky (Electric Light Orchestra); Fox on the Run (The Sweet); Lake Shore Drive (Allotta James Jeremiah); The Chain (Fleetwood Mac); Bring It On Home To Me (Sam Cooke); Southern Nights (Glen Campbell); My Sweet Lord (George Harrison) (a good song, but come on – not his best); Brandy (You’re A Fine Girl) (Looking Glass); Come A Little Closer (Jay & The Americans); Wham Bam Shang-a-Lang (Silver); Surrender (Cheap Trick); Father and Son (Cat Stevens); Flash Light (Parliament) (I’d have gone with “Maggot Brain”); Guardians Inferno (The Sneepers).

Comeback.  Speaking of stoner rock.  Those bands seemed most inclined to release their material on vinyl.  Case in point, my most recent acquisition, SLEEP live at Third Man Records, a 4 LP set.  Now in addition to vinyl, these bands are releasing their material on cassette.  As noted above, there are plenty of useful idiots pedantically claiming that vinyl is a superior format to CD and digital.  The next person who expresses any such opinion with regard to cassettes will be the first.  So far as I can tell, this is an indulgence purely for nostalgic purposes. 

Of my own collection, a recent review shows that 95% of what I have on cassette I have on CD.  Of the 5% remaining, that’s almost all bootlegs, which I haven’t listened to in ages – one Pink Floyd, a few Blue Oyster Cult (1976, Eric Bloom bitching to Carter about the 55 mph speed limit), Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, etc. – and few mix tapes.  The little boom box I have next to my bed has a tape deck, so I should listen to these again….

Friday, April 5, 2019

Jordan Peterson's 12 Rules For Life - An Antidote to Chaos


This is Jordan Peterson’s bestselling “how to” book on life.    I recently finished it at the request and/or suggestion of my brother Matt, with whom I generally share not merely interests and genes but also values.   His part of the bargain is to complete the Three Body Problem trilogy.   Ahem.
Almost all of these are fairly straightforward and could be described as “enlightened self-interest”. 

Oddly, throughout this whole book, absolutely no reference is made to Ayn Rand, though the essence of his advice is the same:  look out for your own interests but not at anyone else’s expense.  I notice many references to fascism and communism, not in favorable terms; those discussions were enjoyable on their own merits.  Also, there’s a fair dose of religion in here, but more as a reference and not as a source of morality.  Dante referred to “virtuous pagans”, and sadly too many religious people tend to be hypocrites and less “moral” than others who affect either atheism or merely an indifference to organized religion and going to church every Sunday.   Peterson fits right in here, advising us to be moral – above all, consistently so – without invoking God or retribution to back it up, virtue for its own sake.  Throughout the whole thing I found little or nothing to disagree with. 

Here are the 12 Rules:  
Rule 1.  Stand up straight with your shoulders back.
Rule 2.  Treat yourself like someone you are responsible for helping.
Rule 3. Make friends with people who want the best for you.
Rule 4. Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today.
Rule 5. Do not let your children do anything that makes you dislike them.
Rule 6.  Set your house in perfect order before you criticize the world.
Rule 7. Pursue what is meaningful (not what is expedient).
Rule 8.  Tell the truth – or at least, don’t lie
Rule 9. Assume that the person you are listening to might know something you don’t
Rule 10.  Be precise in your speech.
Rule 11.  Do not bother children when they are skateboarding.
Rule 12.  Pet a cat when you encounter one on the street.

Fairly straightforward and sensible enough.   He really needs to wake up and read Atlas Shrugged.

Friday, March 29, 2019

In Defense of the Unborn


On a rare occasion, I’ll express a controversial political opinion, in this case, principled objection to abortion.  

Which is even more remarkable as I identify as a libertarian.  But the pro-life libertarian faction, though a minority of that already small clique of self-identified Libertarians, is by no means insubstantial.

To my knowledge I have never impregnated a woman such that she needed an abortion.  My two most substantial romantic & intimate relationships were with women past childbearing age.   Of the other women none of them became pregnant, much less aborted my child.

My position derives not from obedience to the Pope, any bishop or local Catholic priest or church, or anything directly related to the Big Guy Upstairs or his Very Cool Son.  It’s simply a conviction that terminating the life of an unborn child violates the Non-Aggression Principle (NAP) and is immoral.

Libertarians cite the NAP, which means principled objection to any initiation of the use of force.   Use of force in self-defense or in retaliation for the initiation of force by another is justified.  Some may argue that an unwanted pregnancy not caused by the negligence or promiscuousness of the mother is itself an aggression and thus a violation of the principle.  But this confuses the aggressor – the father – with the child itself. 

The mother’s fault may vary from negligence all the way to rape victim, i.e. 50% to 0%.   But here’s the thing:  the unborn child is innocent of the circumstances of its conception.  The child is, by nature, 100% innocent, 0% at fault or guilty.  The only thing more unfair than forcing a woman to submit to 9 months of unwanted pregnancy and likewise the pain of childbirth is holding the child itself responsible by killing it.  

Then there’s the issue of harm.  These days, in civilized countries, the risks of pregnancy have been greatly reduced, though not to zero.  There will always be some risk of complications with a pregnancy.  But one person absolutely guaranteed to die as a result of an abortion is the child itself.  Moreover, I have siblings, and many others do.  If pregnancy and/or childbirth was “bad”, we would all be only children as our mothers would refuse to bear more than one child after experiencing the pain and inconvenience of the first pregnancy and birth.   

Another issue is that many couples want to have children but cannot.  That includes not merely gays and lesbians who are unsuitably equipped, but also plenty of straight but infertile couples.  Carrying the baby to term and offering it for adoption by childless couples strikes me as a far more appropriate answer to an unwanted pregnancy than abortion – in addition to being in the baby’s own best interests.  This also addresses the issue of an unwanted baby being raised in an unwanted household, by a single mother, or all sorts of other situations in unwanted pregnancies used to justify abortion instead of making some effort to find a suitable family for the child.  Again, the child itself is unquestionably innocent.

Whether to ban it or not is a more difficult question for me to answer.  Technically I consider it the murder of an innocent child.  “It’s my body,” may assert female pro-choicers, but that’s not completely accurate.  No other part of your body will emerge 9 months later as a human being.  An embryo or fetus is in a unique position as such.  Ideally, abortion should be illegal.  Sadly, women will insist on having them whether they’re legal or not.  But the fact that murder itself still occurs is not reason to allow people to do so legally.  And I can’t help concluding that terminating the life of an unborn child is murder. 

Decide amongst yourselves. 

Friday, March 22, 2019

US Civil War


I’ve already addressed the Russian Civil War (1918-22) and the Spanish Civil War (1936-39), and from this war, the Battle of Gettysburg (July 1-3, 1863).   But I suppose a blog on the entire war is appropriate.

Background & Beginning.   Up to 1860, the United States was splitting up into two camps.  Northern states were more industrialized (though still highly rural), whereas southern states still relied on slavery to keep their plantations going.  In November 1860, Republican Abraham Lincoln won the presidential election.  Since he was known to oppose slavery, the southern states feared he would abolish it (a decision he only made after the war began).  On April 12, 1861, southern forces fired on Fort Sumter outside Charleston, South Carolina, and the war began.

Union States (i.e. states which did not secede, though that includes some slave states): Maryland, West Virginia, Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine, Ohio, Michigan, Illinois, Wisconsin, Indiana, Minnesota, California, plus Missouri, Kentucky and Kansas.  West Virginia was actually formed from the mountainous northwestern counties of Virginia which opted not to secede – or rather, they seceded from Virginia, which itself had seceded from the Union. 

Confederate States (in order of secession): South Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, Texas, Virginia, Arkansas, Tennessee, and North Carolina.  When Virginia seceded the CSA capital moved to Richmond.   (Fair warning: I’m living in Virginia now, and have been since 1990.)
With the capital there, including the Tredegar Iron Works and generals Lee and Jackson, Virginia is arguably the most important Confederate state.  Route 1 is still called Jefferson Davis Highway (named after the Confederate president) and Richmond is full of Confederate statues.  The city is well aware of its historical significance.

As Rhett Butler reminded the enthusiastic would-be rebel officers in “Gone With The Wind”, the Union states enjoyed higher population, far more railroads, and far more industrial capacity.  The South’s only chance was to knock out the Union quickly, because in a war of attrition the Union would prevail, which both sides recognized.

Sure enough, early in the war, the south enjoyed major victories such as Bull Run (two battles) near Manassas in Virginia, with such capable commanders as Robert E. Lee and Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson.  The Union’s numerical superiority was mostly squandered by General McClellan, who was mislead by his “intelligence” (?) chief Pinkerton to overestimate CSA forces.  When correctly apprised of CSA forces, as he was at Antietam in Maryland in 1862, McClellan did somewhat better.  In fact, the Union victory at Antietam persuaded the British and French not to intervene on behalf of the Confederacy. 

Vicksburg & (Spa)Gettysburg.  In summer 1863 a pair of major battles turned the tide for the Union.  At Vicksburg, in Mississippi, heretofore unknown Union general Ulysses S. Grant engaged in a brilliant campaign through the impassable swamps of the city to outflank the city and take it – a city previously deemed to be impregnable – it was “inconceivable” that any army could navigate those swamps.  Apparently not.  Capturing Vicksburg gave the Union effective control over the Mississippi River and cut the western Confederate states off from the eastern ones, splitting the country in two. 

At Gettysburg, in south-central Pennsylvania, Meade faced off against Lee in early July, and Pickett’s charge on day three failed to destroy the Union lines.  Defeated, the CSA forces limped back to Virginia, but Meade failed to catch up to them and destroy them. 

Next year, Lincoln put Grant in charge of Union forces (March 1864), and for his part Grant put Sherman in charge of another pincer of Union forces to attack through Tennessee – by way of Chattanooga – and eventually take both Atlanta (September 1864) and Savannah (December 1864). 

The south was able to launch one more attack into Maryland in July 1864 (intended to draw off Union forces from their assault on Richmond), but with Lew “Ben Hur” Wallace’s successful delay at Monocacy outside Frederick, Washington was successfully reinforced and CSA armies under Early were forced to retreat back into Virginia again without achieving any strategic victories.

End.  Sherman captured Atlanta and Savannah in 1864, Grant captured Richmond and Petersburg in early April 1865, so by then it was apparent to Lee that the war could not be won.  The CSA surrendered at Appomattox, Virginia on April 12 – four years to the date of the attack on Fort Sumter.  The war was over, the Union preserved, and slavery abolished throughout the entire country.   (“And there was much rejoicing…”)

Movies.  There have been numerous movies, including “North And South” (a miniseries) and “Birth of a Nation” (1915).  I like “Gettysburg”, and “Gone With The Wind”, though not exclusively about the war itself, certainly qualifies.  I’m not aware of any Civil War sitcoms or animated series – perhaps a lucrative, untapped market.

Books.   Shelby Foote has written a large non-fiction account, and as I’ve noted in prior blogs, there are at least two alternate history series.  The more modest one, written by none other than former Republican congressman from Georgia, Newt Gingrich, speculates on what might have happened if the battle of Gettysburg had never occurred.  The more ambitious series, by Harry Turtledove, makes Antietam (err, Camp Hill) a Confederate victory, the British and French intervened to force Lincoln to an armistice, and as a result the CSA won the Civil War and remained a separate country.  The two countries faced off again in 1884 (the Second Mexican War), again in 1914 (WWI), with the US allying with Imperial Germany, and then again in 1941 (WWII), with the US allying with as yet still Imperial Germany (the Nazis never took power).  The CSA by that point is led by a dictator, Jake Featherston, who engages in a major operation to wipe out the south’s black population in concentration camps.  Sounds familiar?   

Uniforms.   Although there were some variations between state units, the basic uniform was a sack coat in dark blue for Union troops and grey for Confederate troops.   Both sides wore kepis (flat top cloth hats).   With Civil War re-enacting a popular hobby (are there Russian and Spanish Civil War re-enactors?) replica uniforms are available online.  At some point I’ll buy a Union kepi….

Weapons.  Muzzle loading black powder rifles were standard on both sides (though repeaters came into use late in the war by Union forces).  These were difficult to use and veteran forces generally had three times the firepower of inexperienced troops, an advantage which only dissipated well after the war as smokeless powder breech-loading rifles became state of the art.  In the Franco-Prussian War (1870-71) both the French and Prussians were using breech-loaders, though still using black powder.   As noted in a prior blog, the French invented smokeless powder. 

Both sides used cannons.  Decades before the Wright Brothers, balloons marked the extent of air forces, and the main naval ships were ironclads, though the Union navy’s Monitor marked the introduction of a revolving turret.  The Union navy focused on blockading Confederate ports to prevent trade and supplies arriving, mostly successfully; Wilmington, North Carolina being the final Confederate port to fall to Union naval forces.

Relatives.  Both grandparents on my mother’s side came from Poland through Ellis Island around the turn of the century, but my paternal grandmother’s family came to the US before the Revolution and were in New York at the time of the war.  My uncle said our great-grandfather was in the Brooklyn F.D. at the time and would have been exempt from military service (including the unpopular draft), but other male relatives would have been in Union blue at the time with New York regiments.  Ancestry.com listed several Broughtons from New York in the Union army, though I’m unaware of which if any were my actual relatives.  The odds are high that I have Union veterans in my family, most plausibly great-grand uncles. 

States’ Rats vs. Slavery.  Decades after the war, and more recently, many apologists for the South, plus many non-CSA advocates who should know better but want to appear more intelligent than they actually are, tried to retroactively make states’ rats the main cause of the war.  Of course, this conveniently ignores the Confederates themselves, who consistently maintained in April 1861 and throughout the war that the retention of their “peculiar institution” of slavery was the #1 reason for firing on Fort Sumter and leaving the Union.  Of course, even the assertion of states’ rats begs the question of which particular states’ rats they were defending, the most important being slavery.  Southern states even disputed New York asserting the rat to prohibit southerners bringing their slaves with them to New York, so that argument is disingenuous. 

Confederate Flag.  Although not actually the flag of the Confederacy itself, the battle flag, aka the “Stars & Bars”, nevertheless serves as the de facto CSA flag as far as contemporary enthusiasts – and less sympathetic observers whose ancestors were slaves – are concerned.  I’ve addressed the topic in a prior blog.  I’ve noticed that many, if not all, of those who proudly display the Confederate flag also make the above-noted argument that states’ rats, not slavery, was the reason the south attempted to secede from the Union.  Uh, yeah….

As I noted earlier, while advocates can certainly attempt to assert that their use of the flag is merely an expression of “Southern pride” and not a conscientious advocacy of slavery or opposition to the Thirteenth Amendment – or an assertion of white supremacy – it’s equally legitimate for blacks to resent the flag and consider it a de facto assertion of white supremacy.  For my part, I purchased a 35 state Union flag to assert my own support for the Union cause, on behalf of my New York ancestors who fought for the Union.  One day I hope to identify exactly who they were….

Friday, March 15, 2019

Ritual


The other day I went to the District Court of Prince George’s County and filed a complaint against the man who hit my client’s vehicle.  Having done so I immediately walked down the streets of downtown Upper Marlboro, which itself is really only a few blocks in size total, to the post office, and mailed copies of the complaint to the driver, the registered agent for the company he works for (he was driving a company vehicle on company time, making his employer liable respondeat superior) and the liability adjuster for the insurance company which insures that driver.  I did so by certified mail, return receipt requested.   All of this took the semblance of a ritual.  Complaint in envelope, envelope closed, green return receipt card posted on back, white/green certified mail slip on the front, paid for postage, and stapled everything together to a spare copy of the complaint.  Job done.

A few days later I visited Gold’s Gym at Bailey’s Crossroads.   Another ritual.   Four different ab exercises.  Several different strength exercises, 3 sets of 15 each.  A brief break in the locker room, picking up my iPod and putting away my lifting gloves.  Then 30 minutes on the treadmill, following a more recent routine calculated to maximize cardio efficiency while recognizing that almost 230 lbs aggressively pounding down on 50 year old knees produce more pain than 190 lbs did several years ago when I was younger and my metabolism was more efficient.  Fortunately the locker room scale told me that 2 pounds had left me, an impression that looking in many of the gym’s mirrors seemed to agree with.  Even my waistband said so.  Is there a bottom limit to metabolism, aside from permanent inactivity and decomposition?  I dare say I’ll find out.

With the Nutribullet, I make smoothies.  I prepare them in 20 oz green tea bottles and drink half a bottle each morning.  The main container and 3 bowls: avocado, berries, banana, apple, broccoli, carrots, cabbage, spinach, celery, and kale, reduced to a noxious concoction best consumed quickly and washed down with “Ice”, those flavored water beverages which recently came out (wild berry, black cherry, and similar flavors being my favorites).  Making these is – guess what? – a ritual for me.

Some who enjoy herbal remedies might derive ritual enjoyment from grinding a new supply of buds in a grinder, plastic or metal, followed by fiery consumption thereof in various different receptacles available these days to do so – be they G Pro vaporizers, pipes, or water pipes, often referred to as bongs (except in the very places which actually sell them).   That takes the form of a ritual, albeit one with a different purpose and outcome, for those who do consume these products.

Back when my parents lived at their home in Montgomery Village, I inherited my father’s responsibility to mow the lawn.  I actually enjoyed it, no matter what the weather was like (with the obvious exception that no one mows in the rain or snow).  I targeted different segments in turn, leaving the largest open field for last, which I enjoyed mowing at the perimeter and working my way in concentrically until I reached the center. 

Of course, there’s the most obvious ritual: Sunday mass at a local Catholic church.  As noted earlier, I’ve been visiting the various parishes in Northern Virginia (diocese centered on its cathedral in Arlington) and Maryland (cathedrals in DC and north Baltimore).   Thank God I am alive and healthy enough to attend mass.