The Listening Post

Father Jake wonders if anyone out there is listening to the “smoking gun” revelations of the Downing Street Memo, which reveals that the decision to go to war in Iraq was a foregone conclusion. Well, as pointed out in his comments, bloggers have been listening all along. In fact, I thought one of the whistle-blowing books that came out last year detailed off-the-cuff comments by Bush in the months following 9/11 that Iraq was on his radar. He reportedly stuck his head in a policy wonk’s office around March, 2002 and said “we’re going” in connection with the Iraq “problem.”

In any case, this White House press conference Q&A shows his attitude then – a full year before the invasion. It takes time to plan, after all, even though no time was apparently spent on planning the exit strategy.

A comment at Father Jake’s also noted that we’ve turned a lot of corners in Iraq, yet nothing seems to really improve. I’d say it just means that the Iraq problem is an polygon with an infinite number of corners.

Q Vice President Cheney is on the road now trying to build support for possible action against Iraq. If you don’t get that, down the road you decide you want to take action, would you take action against Iraq unilaterally?

THE PRESIDENT: One of the things I’ve said to our friends is that we will consult, that we will share our views of how to make the world more safe. In regards to Iraq, we’re doing just that. Every world leader that comes to see me, I explain our concerns about a nation which is not conforming to agreements that it made in the past; a nation which has gassed her people in the past; a nation which has weapons of mass destruction and apparently is not afraid to use them.

And so one of the — what the Vice President is doing is he’s reminding people about this danger, and that we need to work in concert to confront this danger. Again, all options are on the table, and — but one thing I will not allow is a nation such as Iraq to threaten our very future by developing weapons of mass destruction. They’ve agreed not to have those weapons; they ought to conform to their agreement, comply with their agreement.

Yes, John.

Q It seems to me — you seem to be saying, yes, you would consult with the allies and others, including in the Mideast, but if you had to, you’d go ahead and take action yourself.

THE PRESIDENT: Well, you’re answering the question for me. If I can remember the exact words, I’ll say it exactly the way I said it before. We are going to consult. I am deeply concerned about Iraq. And so should the American people be concerned about Iraq. And so should people who love freedom be concerned about Iraq.

This is a nation run by a man who is willing to kill his own people by using chemical weapons; a man who won’t let inspectors into the country; a man who’s obviously got something to hide. And he is a problem, and we’re going to deal with him. But the first stage is to consult with our allies and friends, and that’s exactly what we’re doing.

Everybody here on the front row? John?

Q Mr. President, on the question of Iraq, how does the increased violence between the Israelis and the Palestinians affect what Vice President Cheney is trying to do, and affect the case you’re trying to make with our Arab allies for a regime change, or just unconditional inspections?

THE PRESIDENT: Well, I understand that the unrest in the Middle East creates unrest throughout the region, more so now than ever in the past. But we’re concerned about the Middle East, John, because it’s affecting the lives of the Palestinians and our friends, the Israelis. I mean, it’s a terrible period of time, when a lot of people are losing their lives, needlessly losing life. And terrorists are holding a potential peace process hostage.

And so while I understand the linkage, for us the policy stands on its own. The need for us to involved in the Middle East is to help save lives. And we’re going to stay involved in the Middle East, and, at the same time, continue to talk about Iraq and Iran and other nations, and continue to wage a war on terror, which is exactly what we’re doing.

I want to reiterate what I said the other day. Our policy is to deny sanctuary to terrorists anyplace in the world, and we will be very active in doing that.

He was telling us all along that Saddam was “a problem, and we were going to deal with him.” We just weren’t bothering to listen.

Incidentally, it was at Father Jake’s site that I first became aware of MakePovertyHistory.org. It took a while for it to sink in, but last night I had a long talk with an old friend about all of these issues and more. After months of post-electoral numbed disbelief, I’m ready for listening, learning, and maybe a little action again.

Amazing Race: Handy Threat Assessment Site, Bert!

From Boing Boing: 2005 Risks in Global Filmmaking Map is a likely first stop for the producers of TAR to start mapping out places to take people around the world and torture them for our amusement.

I sat up until 3 friggin’ 30 last night watching the webcast from the Emmy awards that featured Dennis Miller, TAR producers, and former TAR racers in a panel discussion. It was mostly a stitch, but Bertram Van Munster really didn’t want to talk about that car accident in Botswana when the cameraman got hurt. Assume “out of court settlement,” I guess.

And they’ll be checking extra hard for threat assessment for the upcoming “famuhlee” installment. Pardon my lack of enthusiasm for this change, which smacks of pandering to that mass of people who followed “the Game of Life” script. Which, of course, is antithetical to the spirit of reality TV, actually.

And A Happy Memorial Day To You Too

Ah, Memorial Day memories from ginmar’s new neighborhood…she regrets no longer being able to fire warning shots at obnoxious people. Includes this observation:

When I got back to my house, my day was copleted by finding that despite the parking spots on the street, somebody had seen fit to park in my spot next to my garage pad. Before I could call the cops, she arrived and I started to wonder: Is tackiness a sign of character flaws? I took one glance before her outfit burned my retinas, but I wondered if I was eyeing, say, the future of Scarlett Johanson—she’s that twentysomething actress who gives interviews where she disparages older women, never realizing that while intelligence eludes many people, middle age does not.

I might have to swipe that for a new .sig line sometime.

Forget About Blondes, What About Us Redheads???

Seen at ***DDtB: BBC NEWS | Health | Blondes ‘to die out in 200 years’

Do I believe it? No. As a natural-born redhead myself, I’d be more interested in knowing if the gene responsible for redheadedness is “dying out.”

The funny thing about recessive genes is that they lurk, and then spring out unexpectedly, pouncing on their helpless prey and making them the butt of jokes. So even though for centuries, non-redheads tried to kill us off or burn us as witches, we keep coming back.

Like a bright, shiny copper penny. Not bad at all. 😉

So no, I don’t believe blondes are in danger of “dying out.”

The writer of the WhizKidTech website rightly notes that we redheads are wildly ambivalent about our hair coloration: we hate it as kids and love it (mostly) as adults. There is no middle ground. It’s a redhead thing.

More photos uploaded, more lively folk

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I’ve added some more images from last week’s trip to my gallery and now that takes us up through the end of the festival weekend. The actual festive activities start with this photo; I took a bunch of pictures of the mostly-inactive revamped fountain before there were actually people at the site.

This time I tried to take more images of people and interesting things rather than just pictures of static performances.

Take a one man band, a bunch of guys in Utilikilts, some dancing girls, some singing groups, and an incredible array of fascinating characters and long-lost friends, and you have Folk Life.

Vicar of Dibley: The White Band Show

Happy New Year

One of the rare treats being a digital cable household in this area means we get BBC America, and thanks be to St. TiVo, I get to watch one of my favorite “Britcoms” when it occasionally shows up on the local PBS channel, The Vicar of Dibley. This show came out about 10 years ago, and following the British model, it aired 3 series (that’s “seasons” but with several years’ lapse between each) and several holiday specials.

Recently, TiVo snagged the Christmas and New Years‘ specials – the Yule special before we left on vacation, and the New Years’ one recorded while we were gone. The first one played pretty much like what it was – a reunion several years on of people who were revisiting beloved characters and showing what had happened to them in the meantime. It ended in a messy debacle, with Geraldine getting drunk on Christmas Eve and falling out of the pulpit while attempting to get through her sermon. The chocolate baby Jesus was a nice touch, but then I have a pretty subversive sense of humor for a churchy lady. Apparently the episode had caused a big ruckus in Britain when it originally aired, as it was actually broadcast on Christmas Eve, and there were a number of complaints (only 60 or so, not bad considering viewership must have been very high). It was funny, and nostalgic, and over the top. I thought it was pretty good but not absolutely “brill,” as it seemed some of the actors had changed quite a bit and were not quite back “on” in their characters, and some had not changed one single bit. It was eerie how cheefully dirty old man “No…no…no…no…yes” Jim hadn’t aged, but everyone else had.

But then last night I finally watched the New Years’ special, and to put it baldly, it was brilliant and moving and I was absolutely bawling my eyes out. I was a right wet mess, thank you very much.

And it wasn’t over the sentimental “my favorite BBC comedy, and this is the last reunion special in who knows how long” theme. The episode rolled along in its bawdy, character-based way, and at the end raised a serious issue in a totally believable way.

Geraldine, the Vicar of the title, was trying to get her parish council to get on board with a little tribute to the 20th anniversary of Live Aid. This was a momentous, life-changing occasion in her life and she wanted to do something, anything to commemorate it. Her efforts seemed doomed to failure, except for one shining, quiet moment when the right “take” on what she wanted to do came from a totally unexpected quarter. Fair enough, that seemed to cover the “social activism” corner of this cheekily, sneakily radically funny show.

But then in desperation to get everyone motivated, she invited them to her home for tea and Jaffa cakes, intending to hector and harange them some more and then show them a video from the MakePovertyHistory.org website. She hands out bits and pieces of white “slappy” bracelets and shoelaces and hankies to each for them to wear in some sort of solidarity with the spirit of the original Live Aid and the MakePovertyHistory.org campaign, which features white bands similar to the pink breast cancer and yellow Lance Armstrong bracelets. She tells them that they all should go up to Gleneagles and protest the coming G8 summit (one snobbish character allows as how he might go up to play a few rounds of golf).

This discourages her, but then she makes everyone watch the video, and the viewers see a full-screen scene of two African children, grieving for their dead mother and worrying about their dying father, crying inconsolably and obviously terrified at what the future will bring.

An instrumental track plays (a familiar tune, damned if I can put a name to it) and the video ends in tears and grief. The camera pulls back from the “computer screen” to show Geraldine apologizing for showing something that turned out to be so unexpectedly sad, and then we see that everyone else is standing silently, with tears in their eyes, wearing their bits and pieces of white slappys and handkerchiefs around their wrists and arms.

It was astoundingly moving, and so surprising a topic for a “light” little comedy to tackle. I’d seen MakePovertyHistory.org links here and there on other blogs but hadn’t really investigated it, but now I will. And due to the G8 meeting coming up in July, it was timely even for us laggards in the US. Also, the Live 8 concerts weren’t overtly mentioned in the episode, but it seemed to be alluding to them.

Thanks, Gerry. Well done you. I won’t forget.

White bands are available from a variety of British charities and carry the phrase “Make Poverty History.” In America, it’s called The ONE Campaign, and the white bands simply say “ONE.” I’m not sure why, but I suspect it’s because the original campaign is not US-based. Jeez, why do we always have to have our own party, rather than bring treats to everybody else’s?

Hold Me Like You Did…

Yeah, I’m still milking that Episode III “worst line” joke. Deal. 😉

In my job as a corporate travel deranger, I often have to listen to airline hold music and “infotainment.” In years past (and in another lifetime and job entirely) I used to have to call international and domestic airlines a LOT more often, and I got to be something of a connoisseur of the stuff you have to listen to while waiting to talk to someone at an airline.

I was reminded of this yesterday on my first day back at the office after vacation. Why? Because Southwest Airlines has the Most. Annoying. Hold. Infotainment. Evarrr.

See, when I call an airline, I’m usually multitasking. Working queues, looking at records, marking up namelists for hotel groups, doing things that I can’t do while actually talking to a traveller or arranger on the phone (at the moment I’m on hold talking to an arranger, for example. Can’t do anything much til she comes back).

But when calling an airline, I want to listen for a human voice without having to actually listen. And with Southwest, they have this attitude that they have to be funny har-har, when I’d much rather zone out and listen with half an ear (and less than half a brain).

I’ve only flown on Southwest once. I’ve heard that the inflight crew occasionally break into song or run games. Their hold infotainment is like that, but pretty lame.

The most annoying one is after several jokey announcements and a close-harmony jingle that ends “so let us entertain you on the pho-oooone.” There’s a short silence, forcing the hapless agent to prick up her ears and actually listen for the blessed release of a live human voice. Then a high-pitched, lisping, horribly cutesy-poo voice of Somebody’s Child comes on the line and says “Hi! [pause] What are you do-eeeng?”

Every time, every single damn time, I hear that “Hi!”, I take a breath and start to answer with my “talking to an airline” spiel. And I get faked out. GRRRRRrrrrr.

Among the more pleasant “hold me” experiences:

British Airways, with that iconic light-operatic soprano duet
Thai Airways, who had a mesmerizing New Age/Old Asia gong soundtrack
United Airlines: no matter what, faux Gershwin gets me right *here*

For the most part, all other US domestic airlines have mostly-forgettable hold music. Delta was so proud of their then-new German routes about 10 years ago that they sent out cassette tapes (that dates me!) with the German baroque music they used then to promote their product. I must still have it somewhere at home, kicking around in a box.

But to the person responsible for the annoying crap I have to listen to several times a week at Southwest: may you spend eternity on hold.

Where Was I Were? Where Did I Been?

Well, here are a few hints. First:

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And another one:

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And finally:

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And there are hundreds more where that came from, plus many pictures of rocks, flowers, trees, people, and emergency services personnel and vehicles. It was an exciting, exhilarating, exhausting trip, and we’re glad to be home.

More to follow in the coming days. I’ll be uploading a few gig’s worth of photos and trying to remember whether it was 3 or 4 beers we had that night at McMenamin’s, when every sea-chantey singer and Morris dance musician not actually performing at Folk Life stopped by to play, sing, and get through more than a few pints of their own.

And now I’m off to bed. Good night!