Category Archives: Americana

Brave New World

suspect2-cThis shot is from the FBI website. It is a still from a surveillance camera. There are surveillance camera everywhere and there were tens of thousands of images to go through.

Over at reddit, there are – I have no idea, somewhere between ten and a million – people collectively thinking and talking about the images.  That is somewhere between ten and a million very smart, very computer savvy, very energized, people.

We live in a world with an astounding amount of available information. Processing is the problem but, when the government wants to throw all its resources into the game they bring a seemingly almost unlimited amount of processing. A guy from Florida sees the still above and sends the Feds this shot.

Suspect1Apparently suspect No. 2 was even wearing his signature hat so he would be easier to recognize. Now his picture, in his signature hat, was all over  the internets. At that point the two brothers must have known, all the way to the bone, that they were fucked.

To me, here, 2700 miles away, watching television and this screen, off and on, during the last thirty or so hours, it seems hard to believe that they would not catch these guys. It was a surprise – and to my way of thinking, a happy surprise – that they caught one alive, but our world is too interconnected to not have caught them. There are too many pictures out there. There are too many people looking at the pictures.

In the end, one poor, wounded, scared 19 year old boy, was alone, hiding in a boat in a stranger’s backyard; nobody, not the Left, not the Right, not even his uncle, was on his side.

As the police, the SWAT Teams, the FBI, the Marshals, et al, unwound and left  Watertown, they got a standing ovation.

 

Soil verses dirt

Smoke Creek-2326 Erosion, volcanic eruption, earthquakes, floods, tectonic grinding, landslides, and other natural forces act continuously on the earth’s crustal rock, creating various types of debris: gravel deposits, mudflats in the tidal estuaries of creeks, cobble terraces, and beaches of black lava sand. When chemical agents such as phosphorus and nitrogen infuse this debris, and biological entities including microbes and earthworms work material into it organic enough to support plants, it becomes soil. A soil that is chemically or organically exhausted, that has been pulverized or become deeply parched, that has been invaded by decomposing rock, or that has been fouled by sewage or industrial pollution to the point where it can not support plant life is called dirt. Barry Lopez in Home Ground /Language for an American Landscape, a very nice book of very short essays pretending to be definitions. Thanks JR ! Smoke Creek-2332

A couple of thoughts on the Boston Marathon

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Any event with multiple explosive devices – as this appears to be – is clearly an act of terror, and will be approached as an act of terror. White House

Sitting here, nice and safe – looking at my computer monitor – I realize that my only real relationship with this Boston massacre is what I read and see on the screen. There is blood and carnage everywhere and every shot of that carnage has a person helping (usually several people). Every shot of terror also is a shot of Love.

I know that it is smart not to jump to conclusions because any conclusion includes a direction which may be a misdirection – believing IS seeing afterall – and I want so much for there to be conclusions. I want answers, and not just any answers, I want this to be a terrorist act by a Timothy McVeigh, not some Muslim and that makes my thinking and conclusions pretty unreliable.

As I read that the bombs were made from pressure cookers filled with carpet nails and ball-bearings, I wonder how anybody can hate that much and hold that hate long enough to do this. Hold the hate long enough to plan it in detail: to buy daypacks and pressure cookers, hold the hate long enough to assemble everything, hold the hate long enough to bring it to the finish line and look around at the people who will be killed or maimed. It is easy for me to say that They must be nuts. because I want them to be nuts.

I also realize how lucky it is that Trooper Charlie Hanger stopped McVeigh. It is possible that he would never have been caught and it is possible that who ever did this will never be caught. I don’t think so – with all the resources being poured into this case – and I hope not, but it is possible.

What sticks with me is how small the bomb seemed on television and how much damage it did and I hope they catch the Sons of a Bitches.

 

 

Rodger Ebert R.I.P.

cancer_cant_force_roger_ebert_to_fear_deathI just learned that Rodger Ebert died. The world is a lesser without him. I have never met him, and I am not sure that I ever saw him on TV, but his writings were a big influence in my love of movies.

In the very early 70’s, I subscribed to The New Yorker to read Pauline Kael’s reviews but it wasn’t until I started reading Ebert that I found somebody who whole-heartily, unabashedly, loved movies. His reviews echoed that love. I think that alot of people say that they love movies, but they really only love certain kinds of movies, they only love movies that agree with them. Ebert seemed to love all kinds of movies.

American movies are a collective, most American Art. They cost alot of money to make, even cheap ones, so they – by and large – have to be directed towards the mainstream, meaning they can’t afford the personal indulgences of, say, painting or photography. I think that Ebert loved American Movies because he loved America, because he had a generosity of spirit toward the American quilt. He had his complaints  he wanted things to be better, but he seemed to embrace America, warts and all.

Anybody who loves movies will miss him. My heart goes out to Chaz, his wife. Rest In Peace.

 

A couple of Immigration Ceremony photographs

Marianne-7471Yesterday, there was a picture gallery of new US Citizens in The Guardian. They had just been sworn in as naturalized citizens and it reminded me of the only Immigration Ceremony that I have seen. It was in November of 2006. Michele and I had gone to see Marianne Nannestad become an United States Citizen. A United States Citizen having all the rights that I was born with and often don’t appreciate.

The Ceremony started out much differently than I expected. It was  instructive, informative and legalistic with lots of detailed instruction rather than celebratory;  it bordered on being jingoistic.

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I have read that an organization is dead when it worries more about keeping people out more than it worries about trying to get more people in. While there are people in our country who feel that way, they are in a – shrinking, I hope – minority.

Towards the ceremony’s climax, the presenter, read a list of countries – in alphabetical order from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe including Great Britain from which there seemed to be a surprising (to me) number of   people – that the immigrants were from. As the country was named the immigrants from that country stood and remained standing until the whole class -group? – was standing. Then the soon to be Citizens repeated the Oath of Citizenship that has remained unchanged since George Washington wrote it.

I hereby declare, on oath, that I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any foreign prince, potentate, state, or sovereignty of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen; that I will support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I will bear arms on behalf of the United States when required by the law; that I will perform noncombatant service in the Armed Forces of the United States when required by the law; that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the law; and that I take this obligation freely without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me God.

In the end, it was very very moving. I left thrilled that I live in this great country that doesn’t just tolerate immigrants but still wants them.

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