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The Free Press

Americana, Current Affairs, Politics, Psychological Musings

Check out the two pictures above. According to Sociological Images, what really happened is that the police complained to the New York Times and they changed the article. I am not much of a conspiracy kind of guy but I do think that the press does have a point of view and is susceptible to influence. Even the New York Times. We liberals think that Fox is a right wing propaganda machine and the rest of the press is neutral. That is not true.

Almost all the press is owned by the establishment  and tends to back the establishment and protect the establishment and listen to the establishment. We, on the other hand, are pretty much trained to passively and uncritically absorb whatever is in front of us. So when the New York Times says that In a tense showdown over the East River, police arrested hundreds of Occupy Wall Street demonstrators after they marched onto the bridge’s Brooklyn-bound roadway we believe it. Except that that isn’t what really happened.

 

 

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Palo Alto

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I lived in Palo Alto in the mid 80s. The home I lived in was typical of the area: it was around 1,700 feet and cost $236,000. The whole experience seemed normal, the top of the normal range but, still, a normal suburban life. Behind us was a family from Peru who had moved to Palo Alto so their daughter could be treated for anorexia at Stanford. They would occasionally talk about how much different their lives were in Peru where they had servants to serve them and guards to protect them.

When I went to Peru  – to go to Machu Picchu among other things – I timed the trip to spend a couple of days with my neighbors at their home in Lima. It seemed so unlike the United States, the houses had gates and guards (24/7 as we would say now). In Palo Alto, they were swimming in the normalcy of suburban life; in Peru, they were cut off.

A couple of days ago, I was driving by where I used to live and I stopped to walk around the area for a few minutes. The place looked pretty much the same, but it felt entirely different. There were still small houses like the one below,

and bigger houses

and even bigger houses, all of which had been there when I lived there.

That is not the real difference. The real difference is that everything just feels richer. Every house is refurbished, every detail is done in the most expensive way it can be done.

A little further along, I came across a blue box that sort of looked like a conex container.

I also saw a large pipe dumping water into the storm system but I didn’t connect the two. It turns out that they were building a new house – that was pretty obvious – and the new house has a very deep basement. Not a basement in which to put a heater, but a huge basement filling the whole lot. The guy I talked to said that they ran into an underground river but I suspect that they had just gone down lower than the water table. Either way they ran into water and had to pump it out but it was too contaminated – I don’t know with what; saltwater? the state rock, asbestos? – to pump into the storm system so they had to install this huge filtration plant.

According to Zillow, this 8,400 sq. foot lot sold for $1,700,000 a little more than a year ago. My guess is that they hadn’t planned on the filtration plant needed to build their basement. A couple of weeks ago, I talked to a guy who was thinking about moving to Palo Alto from San Francisco but was getting discouraged. He said that he was willing to pay $1,000 per square foot of house but not $2,000 per foot.  A real estate broker I talked to a couple of months before that said that 32% of the houses in Palo Alto – over $1,200,000 – sold for all cash. This is where the rich people live.

This has become one of the most expensive places to live in the world. As I was walking by Steve Jobs house with my camera,

a guy came up to me and said Do you mind if I walk along with you? He looked like a cop and I asked him if he were – was? – a cop and he said No. He was a security guard watching Job’s house. And he wasn’t like a mall security guard, he was like a Russian mafia security guard. We talked for a couple of minutes and – among other things, like Do me a favor, stay on this side of the street. –   he said that there were about 30 other security guards nearby. It reminded me of Peru.

 

We Killed Anwar al-Awlaki, shit!

Americana, War

 

The New York Times has an editorial saying that killing Anwar al-Awlaki is a justified act of war. The editorial is worth reading  saying in part

The United States did not claim the power to kill Mr. Awlaki because of his political views or because he was a mere member of a Qaeda affiliate against which Congress had authorized the use of force. It claimed the power to kill him, rather, because he was an operational leader of a Qaeda affiliate that had been involved in terrorist plots on American soil and because he was hiding in a country that lacked the capacity to arrest him and bring him to justice.

Of course the New York Times editorials usually say that what the president did was justified whether it is killing an American citizen we don’t like or invading Iraq. Anyway, it seems to me that Obama is doing a crackerjack job of what Bush the Younger bollixed. I wish that made it right but it doesn’t. We are fighting a war against a bunch of wackos that we should be rounding up and trying in court just like the Symbionese Liberation Army.

How much different the world would be if Bush had declared 9-11 the biggest criminal act in history and committed to tracking the criminals down and bring them to justice. Maybe we wouldn’t have fought two stupid, un-winnable, wars at the cost of bankrupting ourselves.

Instead, we have a war on terror. So maybe that is three, stupid, un-winnable wars.

I am afraid it has come to this

Americana, Bay Area Walks, California, Evolution, Psychological Musings

I had lunch today with a friend and we finished much more quickly than usual. I had brought my camera because the last time we had lunch there – there being the Fish Market in San Mateo – a mother duck was showing her teenagers how to forage and I was hoping for a repeat. It was gloriously hot  and all the outside tables were full so we ate inside which may be why we were finished so quickly. What ever the reason, we had some time to kill and we sat – sort of sunning ourselves – on a bench overlooking San Mateo’s Seal Slough. On a corner of the Fish Market’s dock, were a cormorant and seagull also sunning themselves.

They seemed to not being paying much attention to each other which makes sense as they operate in totally different eco-niches. After a while, two more cormorants showed up to fish just off the dock. Then they came over to sun themselves – opening their wings – and the seagull got sort of agitated and moved away. But not very far.

About that time a heron came over to the shore near us to hunt.

At one point one of the late to arrive cormorants got two close to the self identified dock owning cormorant and he/she/or it turned and bit his – who knows if she is a he, but I’m going with his – wing. The intruder backed up about six inches and then moved closer by about four inches just to show he wasn’t intimidated.  Watching the five birds was watching five individual animals. It was fascinating and lovely, sitting in the sun, watching the birds live their little to me – big to them – lives.

And then I thought This is just too close to two old men sitting on a park bench. I remarked on that and we both decided we had places to go and people to see.