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Sunday, April 02, 2006
Offically No Longer an Interesting Blog
So a lawyer in New York has this thing she does:
For the past few years I’ve made a habit of stopping in my tracks every few months, glancing around the general topography of my life and taking stock.Which isn't bad advice. And this weekend, I've made an attempt at that, looking mostly at three things:
Blogs are a good way to let people keep up with you. I know of a few people who would have disappeared from my life for good if they didn't have blogs where the occasionally post. (Mostly just you, Andrew, but only mostly.) I'll certainly let you all know if I bump into Madeline Albright at the bagel place or if I find a job that isn't boring as all hell. But if this place is pretty damn empty for the next few months, just assume that I had to chose between half-finished blog posts and half-finished playsand that's one of those choices with a clear right and wrong answer, you know. Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Unclear on the Concept
Well, the Oscars are over, and we're still months from the summer blockbusters. That usually means it's time for a scientologist to do something crazy.
Yep. Right on schedule, Isaac Hayes, the voice of Chef on South Park, is no longer the voice of Chef on South Park. Hayes, who has voiced the character Chef since the series began in 1997, released a statement through his spokesman Monday requesting a release from his contract because he "is disappointed with what he perceives as a growing insensitivity toward personal spiritual beliefs."Um...growing insensitivity toward religion? Did Hayes not notice that he's been on the cast of South Park for nearly ten years? Monday, March 13, 2006
Publisher A©
I've just finished grading a practice SAT, step one in preparing for the real thing. It was, frankly, a severe reality check. The scores were, by my goals, dismal: 800 writing, 740 critical reading, and 400 math. I mean, keeping things in perspective, two out of three ain't bad, but you can see the one score on there that's got me incredibly unnerved. I'm disappointed in myself and quickly regressing back into teen-angst mode. (I'd forgotten how good standardized tests are at bringing that on.) I'll be putting a lot of effort into bringing the score up to where I want it.
It'd be nice to improve the math section as well, but whatever. I'm treating myself to a nice evening after I take the SAT, whatever the outcome. Merce Cunningham's dance company is coming to the District, and I dropped more money than I can afford to get decent seats to my first Kennedy Center concert. Merce Cunningham. Martha Graham's talent meets Albert Einstein's hair. What's not to like? Sunday, March 12, 2006
Stealing Babies for Adoption
That is the front page headline in today's Washington Post. It's really part of a good sunday morning routine I have going here: plug in the iPod, twenty minute walk to the bagel place, breakfast sandwich, get a copy of the Post and sit outside with the spring weather, read about people stealing babies.
I saw the headline I walked into the bagel place and got the paper, and I have to admit that I immediately jumped to some conclusions. Surely this phenomena, while admittedly henious, was perhaps getting exaggerated just a little because headlines like "Electricity Dereguation: High Cost, Unmet Promises" don't pack quite the same punch as "Stealing Babies." And—I know this is hideously cruel, but it's the truth—it can be hard for me to feel that much sympathy for babies when the suburb I live in is infested with infants, a small clutch of whom are drowning out the Rachmaninov concherto I have on my iPod as we speak. So I was prepared to meditate on the necessity of being able to simulatniously condemn the indefensible depravity of abducting children and reprove the Post's yellow journalism... Hell, the chart beside the article was clearly labeled "Adoptions from China to the U.S."—and didn't show how many of of them were suspected to be adoptions of abducted children. Then I read the article. Despite my initial suspicions about the Post; despite the fact that actual babies have now ruined Mozart, Kayne West, and the original cast of Rent for me; despite hyperbolic headlines; this is a serious problem that deserves page A-1, above-the-fold treatment. Standard procedure for an American couple that wants to adopt a Chinese baby involves, at the penultimate stage, handing an orphanage director $3000 in cash. One aid worker estimated that less than 10% of that money will eventually end up going to the children in an orphanage. The White Swan hotel in Guangzhou—the city where adoptive parents take their new children to get visas from the State Department—gives guests "Going Home Barbie," dolls specially made by Mattel featuring Barbie and Ken and their adopted Chinese baby girl. Chinese authorities recently busted a child-trafficking ring in Hunan provice, arresting 27 people including orphanage staff and local police officers who had filed fake reports of abandonded children. Neighbors of the Hengyang County orphanage, which, well, laundured the babies, say it sold as thirty babies a month to various orphanages. They recall six, ten, even twelve at a time being packed into vans. Hengyang is a poor county in a poor province, yet the orphanage director was driven around in a chauferred sedan. One of the defendant's lawyers is actually quoted in the post as saying "Old Lady Liang was quite well known locally for being warm-hearted and taking care of abandoned babies." It's like the moment in M. Night Shyamalan's last film where you go from a Frank Capra-esque 18th Century village to "everything you know is a lie!" One adoptive parent from Salt Lake City, apparently competing for the Understatement of the Year award, says "it's a corrupt system." That's a typical reaction by one of the parents the Post interviews. They're shocked, ambivolent, uncertain. There's really nothing anyone could say to reassure them. The world, after all, is a pretty unpleasant place. I was recently talking with a friend who had just found out that Americans import large amounts of pornography from former Soviet countries in Eastern Europe. I explaned, demonstrating more knowledge of the mechanics of the pornography trade than I'll admit to having in casual conversation, that Eastern Europe is one of the few places in the world where large populations of skinny, pale-skinned young people—the sort of person most Americans find attractive—are hungry and desperate. (Another such place is South Florida, but that's another post.) In any case, child trafficking is still, in the end, a small part of the great Gordian Knot of humanitarian and international problems that is China. But it deserves a little front-page treatment, now and then. Click here to buy a "If selling babies for profit is wrong, I don't want to be right" bumper sticker. Saturday, March 11, 2006
RIP Slobodan Milosovic
Just kidding. I mean about being sorry he's dead.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Publisher A
I never took the SAT in high school: the price paid to avoid being sucked into West High's Advanced Placement / International Baccalaureate Programme point-of-view, which is a painfully narrow place that, while not antithetical to worthwhile thought, is certainly an obstacle. We'll call it the Dan Campbell Memorial Circle of Hell, in honor of a man who is, from what I hear, dead on the inside.
Anyway, it was the price paid, and if the price strikes you as a little high, remember I have always had a pretty steep learning curve, all carefully-groomed appearances to the contrary. Now, what I've written so far has made sense to precisely one person in the entirety of the universe—he knows who he isso let me backtrack: I checked out of high school because the high school mindset is bullshit; however, it was a mistake not to take the SAT, and that's why I'm taking it in a three weeks. What is the high school mindset? Here's an example: I picked up two SAT Prep books. Let's compare the introduction from the book by Publisher A with the introduction from the book by Publisher B: Are you ready for a totally unique test prep experience? The SAT team at [Publisher A] understands what you are going through.Coversely, the second book begins with an summary of the changes made in the SAT test last spring: It still doesn't measure anything. It measures neither intelligence nor the stuff you're learning in high school. It doesn't predict college grades as well as your high school grades [my long-term prospects are dim] and the new 25-minute mini-essay scored in 60 seconds will certainly not measure how well you write.I'll admit: I spent over an hour trying to come up with a joke—any joke—that could top that first introduction. I considered mentioning that my boss, who runs a staff of more than two hundred people in fifteen states, does not need options of where to work, when to work, and how to work. Where? Her office. When? All the time. How? Hard. I considered drawing on the similarities between "you need this Program" and the sales pitch you'd get at your local Scientology center. I considered explaining the part where they describe sitting on your ass for three and a half hours doing multiple-choice algebra is "grueling" can be accurate, if you grade on a curve and no Albanian Serbs or Gulf War Vets are taking the test. I considered mentioning how well a person would score on the SAT if they used the phrases "totally unique" and "the option of when to study" in the grammar section of the test. But in the end, none of my ideas really did justice to the monumental intellectual narcissism that runs through every word of that introduction. I'm not denying that it's morally admirable to say "I wanted a cool car, but I know Daddy can only really afford the two SUVs, so I'd feel bad asking," I'm just saying I don't need the book introduction equivalent of a drunken blow job in the bed of somebody else's pick-up truck to convince me to buy your product. In fact, it's kind of a turn off. So I'm just going to quietly return the thing tomorrow and exchange it for the next season of "The West Wing." I can steal something from Sorkin for my essay and it'll help my score more than any test prep book, even the one I'm not taking back. Hickville Dispatch©
In a bit of proof that even the worst of us can learn from our mistakes, Utah State Senator Chris Buttars has said it's "doubtful" he'll put an anti-evolution bill before the Utah Legislature again. This was after his original proposal was shot down 46-28.
Of course, there are still 28 State Representatives in Utah who care about reforming our education system, so I've conducted a scientific study that they can introduce into next year's biology courses. The study proves people other than me are 100% likely to be psychopathic serial killers. The methodology was: I visited the Crime Library's list of the world's most notorious serial killers and compared my behavior to theirs. Friday, March 03, 2006
Civil Service
What is the state of education coming to in this country when a member of the Senior Executive Servicethe highest ranking, most responsible employees in Civil Service, typically reporting directly to agency chiefs and cabinet secretariesspells the word "though" with no U, G, or H in a business e-mail? Now, I feel like Andy Rooney, complaining about this, but the when the new vernacular is less precise than the old, language isn't evolvingit's devolving.
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