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Friday Random Five: It’s all a bit 80’s in here

Every week I say that I am not a throwback. I keep up with things. I bought something from Kimya Dawson just today, so you know, I keep hoping that things like that will come up when I hit the Refresh button. But it goes all 80’s on me and it’s Pseudo Echo or something. Maybe next week my up-to-date-ness will come up on the Five, but for now it’s time to examine the past.

Groove Is in the Heart by Deee-lite Album: World Clique
An amusing trifle from Deee-Lite (note the three ‘e’s). They must have been the first concept band of the 90’s, combining psychedelia, sampling, groovy beats, and wacky wardrobe. I had the chance to see Deee-lite live in concert. Enjoyable for a while, though the gig was not ‘going off’ as had been hoped. One of the key members was missing (the gentleman at left), and the concert seemed overlong. This song still works though. Deee-lite perpetuates a long-held fallacy — that the heart is the seat of groove, as was supposed by ancient philosophers. Modern science has found that groove is actually in the cerebellum.

Good Times Roll by The Cars Album: The Cars Greatest Hits
I still like the Cars’ first album, having heard it on the radio in my early pre-teens. The production is really interesting. All the guitar and synth effects are presented sharp and clear, right up front, and the vocals are compressed to within an inch of their lives. Question: What is rock-and-roll hair, and is there a special way to brush it?

Jamming by Bob Marley & the Wailers Album: Legend
It’s kind of strange that so many people have this album. I think my mom might even have a copy, and she usually goes no more recent than the Carpenters. It delves a bit into the philosophy of Rastafarianism, but the feel-good nature of reggae keeps it accessible.

Evening Skye by The Kilted Generation Album: Music for a Kilted Generation
Kind of a strange band from Perth. Imagine guitar, drums, and bagpipes rocking out. At least, that’s the way it seems from the photos on their (now-defunct) blog. This song isn’t one of the rocking-out ones. It’s more contemplative, like looking out over the ocean, and the sound grows throughout. Unexpectedly lovely actually.

Queen of Las Vegas (Mesopotamia Outtake Version) by The B-52’s Album: Nude on the Moon
I love the B’s, though I never feel like listening to them anymore. I suppose this is the fate of a band that has a strong sound and defines the style. In the early 80’s, they were New Wave. Them and Devo. I never feel like listening to them either. When I do listen to the first two B-52’s albums these days (yellow and red), the thing that stands out for me is the really great guitars. The surf rock aspect is prominent in a way that I didn’t notice when I first heard these songs at parties and things.

This song comes from the less-inspired ‘Whammy’ period. It’s quite a bit different from the album version, more interesting for the B-52’s completist, if there is such a thing. Having said that, Nude on the Moon is a great compilation if you’re looking for B-things.

No more dead cats to bounce

Tucked away in the update to a Glenn Greenwald post:

Dick Morris revealingly predicted that revelation of this [foiled London airplane] plot would give the President a 10-point bounce in the polls, yet he received almost no boost at all.

By golly, he’s right. Mid-thirties and falling.

In addition to causing people to take the terrorism threat less seriously, playing political games with these threats also causes people to be far more skeptical of their government’s statements regarding terrorism. It’s the classic Boy Who Cried Wolf syndrome, and in the terrorism context, that can be a very dangerous problem.

Someone once asked me, “What would you do about terrorism?” My answer: “In very general terms, I would a) try to solve the problem, and b) try to avoid scaring people unnecessarily.” That’s what I think a responsible leader would do. Bush has done the exact opposite on both counts.

Bush: no stranger to French lit

It seems Bush has acquired a taste for existentialism.

US President George W. Bush quoted French existential writer Albert Camus to European leaders a year and a half ago, and now he’s read one of his most famous works: “The Stranger.”

It’s been one of my favourite books ever since I first read it — at age eighteen. I even tormented my patient bow-tied French professor with that Cure song, as we all do.

What would Bush be getting out of this book, besides killing Arabs? I imagine Mr Bush, with his approval ratings stuck at 40 and under for months, must be feeling sad and misunderstood. A bit like a morose Mersault. The world seems absurd — after all he’s done for world peace and safety, how could his own countrymen and party turn against him?

And the bit about Mersault not feeling sad when his mother dies — perhaps that resonated.

And compare Camus:

Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.

with Bush:

Asked by Woodward how history would judge the war, Bush replied: “History. We don’t know. We’ll all be dead.”

There’s a faint whiff of existentialist angst. Very faint.

Or maybe I’m reading too much in, and it’s more like wilbur envisions.

Anyhow, he’s now finished ‘L’etranger’. Next he can read ‘The Plague’.

Conversations with the Priest: The leaky balloon of faith

I had occasion for a chat with the Priest last Sunday. I enjoy these chats, but I think he’s having trouble accepting my new-found lack of faith.

“It’s very simple,” I said. “I used to think feelings and experiences were good evidence for my beliefs, and now I realise that those things are not sufficient to establish the truth of an idea.”

He stopped and considered for a moment. He seemed like a doctor trying to ask the right question to find the source of the disease.

“Are you reading the scriptures?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Although I will sometimes cite one on a blog post. And I’m just as familiar with their contents as ever, But reading them by course, no.”

“Do you pray?”

“Nope.”

He then asked, “How are you supposed to get an answer if you won’t do what you need to build your faith?”

Keep in mind that in the Mormon view, great emphasis is placed on the need to pray and receive a personal witness of the truthfulness of God’s existence and other religious principles. But notice what’s implicit in the Priest’s view. The idea is that faith has to be nurtured in order for it to grow. It’s not enough to just read the ‘theory’ (if I can use that term to mean ‘a belief system’). You have to keep working it. Like a leaky balloon, you have to keep pumping it up. Keep reading, keep praying, keep thinking right, keep living by the rules, so that the theory will seem ‘truer’. If you don’t do this, the theory may seem less believable, and you may not believe it anymore and abandon it entirely.

By contrast, consider a principle that is as true as anything can be in science. Let’s say gravitation. We can do thousands of experiments with gravity. We have theories about what gravity is and how it works. The theories can be tested against observable facts. And so by now the theory is pretty solid, though it may get modified if we need. As a result, nobody gets very excited about it. No one says you need to keep reading about gravity or studying about it or talking to scientists in order to keep believing in it. There are no meetings at the Church of Gravity. Instead, you find it to be a more or less fitting account of what happens (or you don’t, in which you get to work on a better theory).

There are goods and bads with the scientific method. The bad side is that the prevailing theory could be changed if more facts come to light, so what you think now could be wrong. The good side is that you have reasons for your ideas that you can show people and have them verify. You can go to the wall for an idea, and say, “Given what we know, this is the best theory available.” Faith needs continual propping up because there’s nothing behind it. Without support, it falls over easily, and you have to imagine that it’s standing up by itself. And this kind of self-deception is difficult for a halfway aware person to keep up without feeling a good deal of cognitive dissonance.

“I don’t think you understand,” I said. “If I read the scriptures and prayed, and then had a big religious experience, it would prove nothing. It would show that I had a feeling. People have all kinds of feelings, like what kind of ice cream to have, or to drown their children one by one in the bathtub. But that doesn’t mean they’re good ideas. If a phenomenon is valid, it’ll be backed up by facts. Not feelings.”

Now what if I had said yes to both the Priest’s questions about reading and praying? What would he have said then? Well, he could have asked more. Are you attending your meetings? Sure. Living the Word of Wisdom? Yes. Being honest with people? I think so.

Paying tithing? No. Well, then there’s your problem right there!

I’m not saying these are bad things to do (except tithing — I hope no religion ever gets any of my money ever again). But in my particular strain of Christianity there were so many things to do that you could never really do them all, and any missing pieces could be cited to show that one’s faith needs to be worked on. This is convenient for the Priest because in this view, lack of results never means the belief system has failed. The adherent just needs to work harder at it. Such is the leaky balloon of faith.

Next question: On what date is the 4th of July?

It appears that some 30 percent of Americans couldn’t name the year of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, according to a recent poll, summarised here.

And five percent couldn’t name the date.

This must represent some kind of floor for poll questions. They’re the ones who would answer ‘yes’ to the ‘Do you drink paint?’ question.

I was going to say that these are the people who determine elections, except they’re probably not awake enough to vote. But seeing how clueless voters can be, I wonder…

Hat tip to Billmon.

Blog alert: Soma Vacation

There’s a new blog in town by the ubiquitous and always down-to-earth Jeff, and it’s called Soma Vacation.

I’m still trying to figure out what sense of ‘soma’ is intended. While I’m doing that, why don’t you have a browse and a comment or two?

Font fame

That ‘Daniel’ font pops up in the strangest places. It’s my handwriting font that I created long ago, and released to the web.

‘Daniel Bold’ now appears as the title font on the poster for a major motion picture. The film is “48 Shades“, an adaptation of the Nick Earls book.

It takes a lot of people to put a movie together, and I like to think I’m just doing my part. You can download the Daniel font from dafont.com.

Post 200

This is the 200th post on Good Reason. Somehow I found that many things to write about. I must be pretty opinionated.

I’ve decided to make every 100th post an Open Thread. Instead of like Eschaton, where every other thread is an Open Thread.

Chat away amongst yourselves.

In American politics

A quick rundown.

One possible headline in the wake of the Lieberman senate loss:

“Left-Wing Nutjobs Have Taken Over the Democratic Party, Say Right-Wing Nutjobs”

It’s terrible how divided the Democratic Party is, isn’t it? Nice of those Republicans to be thinking of us. And they would know divided. They’re pretty busy fleeing their radioactive president.

In other news, Dick Cheney has thought of a new thing that emboldens terrorists: voting against Joe Lieberman.

And as I look at what happened yesterday, it strikes me that it’s a perhaps unfortunate and significant development from the standpoint of the Democratic Party, that what it says about the direction the party appears to be heading in when they, in effect, purge a man like Joe Lieberman, who was just six years ago their nominee for Vice President, is of concern, especially over the issue of Joe’s support with respect to national efforts in the global war on terror.

The thing that’s partly disturbing about it is the fact that, the standpoint of our adversaries, if you will, in this conflict, and the al Qaeda types, they clearly are betting on the proposition that ultimately they can break the will of the American people in terms of our ability to stay in the fight and complete the task.

Add that to the list of things that Dick Cheney thinks embolden terrorists:

And for comparison, here’s the list of things that terrorists, strangely, don’t seem to get very excited about:

  • Americans being frightened by meaningless colour-coded terror alerts
  • Invading (say) the wrong country
  • Shooting people in the face
  • The complete dismantlement of American values by its leadership

Meanwhile, an article from the Guardian:

An Associated Press-Ipsos poll conducted this week found the president’s approval rating has dropped to 33 percent, matching his low in May. His handling of nearly every issue, from the Iraq war to foreign policy, contributed to the president’s decline around the nation, even in the Republican-friendly South.

Maybe my prediction of 25% in August will come true. Nah, the new terrorist attack will have the biggest fraidy-cats approving, so that’s gotta come up. Still. Could happen. Eh?

Eh?

Friday Random Five: Goodbye

There’s a theme to this Friday Random Five, and that’s the goodbyes that we say in our lives. Some are better than others.

Goodbye by The Sundays Album: Blind
I’ve had to say goodbye to some old ways this year, old belief systems better off abandoned. This song has been on my mind from time to time throughout the process. Harriet seems to be giving her views on the Bible, against the Sundays’ trademark jangle.

I vow that its goodbye to the old ways
Those stories were a good read
They were dumb as well

I could never be seen
Falling down on my knees crawling
O no, talk about a sell

I, for one, got sold for a long long time. Silly nonsense. Goodbye to all that.

Ciao! by Lush Album: Lovelife
Lush was not a happy band toward the end, and it showed. During their last tour, the band seemed beaten and tired. Emma was particularly surly onstage. One fan shouted, “C’mon, Emma, smile!” and got the Death Glare. “Ooh,” Miki tut-tutted, “don’t do that.”
It was coming unstuck in interviews as well. From an interview:

Does the band work very democratically or is there a chief?

(Phil and Chris exchange glances, Emma looks down at the table).
Phil: Miki and Emma.
Emma: It depends on what you’re talking about. Miki does the set lists. I don’t think I’m a tyrant or anything… (to the guys) Am I? (Phil nods once, almost imperceptibly, Chris just grins).

You (Emma) and Miki write the songs, how do you present them to Phil and Chris?
Emma: We come with the finished songs…
Chris: “…here, do this.”

(There is an awkward silence at this point and it feels as though we’ve gone someplace taboo.)

Within six months of the interview, Chris would hang himself and Lush would finish.

On this last album, Lush gives the bitterest break-up song you’re ever likely to hear. A duet between Miki and Pulp frontman Jarvis Cocker, the pair take turns slagging each other off and saying how happy they’ve been since parting ways. Ciao, indeed.

John Wayne is Big Leggy by Haysi Fantayzee Album: Battle Hymns for Children Singing
Oh, no. It’s Haysi Fantayzee. Hide.

I think they must have been the first band of the MTV generation to take image to the limit, all the way back in 1982. Culture Club? Jellyfish? (Who?) Imitators. Picture if you will a guy and a girl dressed in thrift store/gypsy/hillbilly/dreadlocks eclectic everything. The cover close-up’s worth a click. And the music? Ira Robbins’ comparison: “like having painful dentistry performed by an overbearing three-year-old” is not far off. Unless you’re in an extremely good mood, in which case it magically transforms into something so loony, so perfect that you must laugh.

What is this song about? What does the title mean? Does it matter? With this loping mix of country and mariachi, it wouldn’t make any sense anyway. So let’s say a cautious ‘goodbye’ to Haysi Fantayzee and move on to…

The World at Large Alone by Stephen “Tintin” Duffy Album: The Ups and Downs
A melancholic goodbye song from Stephen Duffy in his Tintin days. Look at him. The epitome of arch-style, leaning at a rakish angle. This album was cafè style and good taste, well-mannered pop in convenient disc form.

This final song on the album is a torchy tear-jerker. You can hear a sound clip at the new Duffypedia, a great place for all things Duffy. (Check out The Lilac Time while you’re at it.)

Cindy it’s over
Although it never started
I thought I’d better tell you
It’s over girl, it’s over.

There’s a story. The night before I went away forever, I met with The Girl. The one I listened to this album with over and over. Her name was not Cindy, but close enough. “Don’t play that song,” she asked. “Just don’t play it.”

Run Wild by New Order Album: Get Ready
Get Ready is an album of jagged guitar and electronica. But this last song is acoustic, like coming out of the city and emerging into bucolic fields. You get out of the car and sit down on the grass and it’s warm and sunny.

The chorus:

If Jesus comes
To take your hand
I won’t let go
I won’t let go.

Sometimes you can’t say goodbye.

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