What Would Carlos Do?

The movie series Carlos is a must-see thriller for anyone born in the last half-century. It fits neatly alongside other chronicles of political terror like Munich and The Baader Meinhof Complex – or, obliquely, The Falcon and the Snowman.

As only a movie can, Carlos transports the viewer into the foreign world of the recent past. Audiences born after the fall of the Soviet Union will likely be shocked at just how popular it was during the Cold War to regard terror as a legitimate political tool; a potentially endless sequence of wrongs trying to make a single right.

“We’ve always been at war with Eastasia.”

Terror is dirty but quick. Hence, its appeal to those who wish to accelerate the pace of political change. Get’er done. Whatever it takes. The ends justify the means.

Only they don’t. At least not when the ends are human rights, the foremost of which is liberty. The only legitimate and thus effective form of counter-terrorism is the rule of law.

Without a doubt, good people will be tested by bad acts. Law-abiding nations such as the United States will be thrust into illegality and illegitimacy by the lazy, the craven, the ill-prepared. Those diversions from the path of righteousness are heart-breaking and shameful. They cannot be without consequence.

It’s a testament to America’s resilience that our own Department of Defense is responsible both for maintaining and deconstructing Guantanamo Bay. That resilience is based on our popular culture, elements of which we share with every liberal democracy in existence or in the making.

How should America, as a freedom-loving nation, respond to terrorism? The answer begins on Main Street: how prepared are our citizens to choose good over evil? Movies that teach audiences to pose the question “What would a terrorist do?” are thus critical to defending liberty from those who disregard it.

The objective of any terrorist is to provoke a response. We have been misled into believing that the key to preventing terrorism is to be on the lookout for suspicious people or packages. That’s child’s play. The real challenge is being hyper-vigilant about our own behavior.

why nakedness?


Paul Graves and Joe Fish for Sleek Magazine

Why does the Book of Genesis in the Judeo-Christian-Islamic tradition use nakedness as the badge of shame?

Could some other aspect of our being have been designated as the stigma that would remind us of our fall from grace?

God: From now on, there will be sneezing!

Adam & Eve: Oh noes!1!! Atchoo!

God: Bless you.

Instead, it was nakedness. No slimming jeans, no flattering dresses, no baggy sweatshirts. Just big ol – or little ol – you. Warts and all. Exposed as you are for all the world to see – yourself included.

You can hide from anything except your own hide.

Which, of course, is the great gift and curse of the human condition: our ability to comprehend just who we really are, whether we like it or not. Self-knowledge, radical transparency is the price we pay for wanting to eat the fruit of knowledge. You can’t stop at just one bite.

So it follows that in our culture, performing naked is an act of courage just as being stripped is an act of oppression. One may choose to “bare” one’s self and one may be “exposed!”

This joining of fact and physique leads to some interesting cultural practices.

Consider fashion, with its broad array of options for concealing and revealing one’s body, from burkas and bondage suits to necklines and hemlines, from moustaches, beards and Brazilian waxes to posing nude for fashion magazines (or merely fashionable ones).

But if the truth is always naked, is being naked always telling the truth?

Pornography tells us otherwise which may be one of the reasons why it’s considered obscene.**

While nudity has always been associated with art, where we lie on purpose to sneak up on the truth, the subset of art that is intentionally erotic is perhaps the most deceitful.

To inspire fear when there is really nothing at bay (Jaws!) is a nice trick. But to arouse – to quicken the pulse, to drive blood to the very means of reproduction – is, perhaps, an even more impressive skill. Someone who can arouse an audience at will has considerable power. (cf. “she’s a knock out”, bombshells, the gay bomb, etc.)

Which brings us back to our old friends Adam and his cohort Eve. We can’t infer much about Adam’s appearance but we can assume that Eve must have been quite the hottie as she is described as having the power to seduce. And thus, we’re told, the power to deceive.

But was Eve’s original sin an act of deception? Quite the contrary. She is remembered for having the audacity – the daring – to not only want the truth for herself but to then want to share it.

Despite having been born in a world where everything was as it seemed, Eve yearned for more. The bliss of ignorance no longer filled her. So she reached up, standing on her tip toes, and stretched her whole being towards the heavens until she grasped not the “low hanging fruit”, but that which grows only on the highest branch of the tallest tree.

And then she spoke of it.


*If reverence for history and tradition mean anything, it means we should not underestimate the wisdom of our ancient forebears. We moderns didn’t invent metaphor nor symbolism. Assuming the Bible is literal is about as irreverent a gesture as a would-be conservative can make.

**It’s one thing to acknowledge that nudity and fashion are inherently instruments of power, but it does not follow that such instruments have just one use or one category of user.

Good graphic design can make the difference between a convert and confusion.

This morning, I saw the following text on an advertising poster in a parking lot in Glendale, CA:

NOTHING IS
IMPOSSIBLE

The graphic designer chose to use the darker of two similar colors on the letters that spell out “NOTHING IS POSSIBLE”.

This is probably the exact opposite of what the client wanted to communicate given that the event being advertised is a motivational seminar / religious revival.*

What the graphic designer most likely meant to say was:

NOTHING IS
IMPOSSIBLE

A simple inversion of color can make the difference between a statement of uplift and one of utter pessimism.

Graphic design matters far more than many business and organizational leaders realize.

It’s possible we have never lived in an age when graphic design was so ubiquitous and thus so important, whether outdoors in billboards or indoors on product packaging, from catalogs and magazines to the increasingly mobile web.

Within the next five years our society will experiment with augmented reality technologies whereby electronic signs are laid over the “natural” environment.

Argon, the augmented reality web browser, available now on iPhone

If design matters now in terms of the choices we make, it will surely make even more of a difference in the near future.

And yet I don’t know the last time I saw an ad by the AIGA or a similar trade group reminding executives just how much design matters.

*Unless, perhaps, the seminar organizers are postmodern theologians who wish to remind us that nothingness is the underpinning of everything. True that.

Creepy TV-watching robot buddies synched with pre-programmed emotion tracks.

[I wrote the below last August but never posted it. Now, seeing the depiction of movie color palettes at moviebarcode, I’ve relented.]

The Speech Analysis and Interpretation Lab (SAIL) at the USC engineering school has an Emotions Research Group which might make my dreams come true: the automated analysis of television dramas for the sake of determining their use of emotional tones (recurring, exceptional, sequencing, etc.)

It would be fun, and possibly instructive, to thus compare the “x-rayed” emotional core of various dramas, from Oscar-winning foreign films through the ages to the telenovelas produced by various nations.

[This is where I go “off-road” and pick on the Japanese for their love of robots and distrust of immigrants.]

SAIL doesn’t know it wants to make my dream come true but they — or a similar group — will need to do so in order to teach computers to enjoy TV.

Because If computers don’t learn how to love TV, the elderly in Japan will never get their TV-watching buddies. (Though I suppose such automatons could simply synch up with an emotion-track. Sigh. Another dream dashed to pieces.)

The only true mirror is the funhouse one.

In the last 24 hours I’ve had the pleasure to experience two novel and fun works of art: The Exterior World, a sarcastic animation by David OReilly and Standard Loneliness Package, a kindhearted short story by Charles Yu.

Neither would be considered a realistic depiction and yet I found both honest and, in different ways, touching.

OReilly’s cartoon is full of impish gags and violent slapstick. It lampoons not so much its characters but the viewer’s cognitive and emotional limits. (A key scene involves a cat jumping through the gaps in our suspension of disbelief.) Perhaps OReilly delights in disabusing us of our sympathies.

Yu’s story, which chronicles a short-lived love affair in a surreal office, has an entirely different agenda: to reassure the reader that caring about illusions is noble.

Good cops, bad cops and the costly failures of the SEC

Matt Taibbi:

Yet the case still somehow ended in acquittal — and the Justice Department hasn’t taken any of the big banks to court since.

All of which raises an obvious question: Why the hell not?

…Criminal justice, as it pertains to the Goldmans and Morgan Stanleys of the world, is not adversarial combat, with cops and crooks duking it out in interrogation rooms and courthouses. Instead, it’s a cocktail party between friends and colleagues who from month to month and year to year are constantly switching sides and trading hats.

Overheard at ORD: what about us Americans?

A few minutes ago, I was sitting near two men in their 50s at an airport in Chicago. They were talking current events, headlines. The economy, the dollar. One was wearing a Cleveland Indians jersey. The other denim shorts.

Their light banter, over light beers, drifted to immigrants. There was no vitriol, just frustration. Can’t turn them away, need to be kind to the less fortunate, one said, with a little sarcasm. What about us Americans, said the other.

I sat less than an arms length away, an immigrant of sorts, wearing my expensive shoes, tapping away on emails about this or that business plan.

They have good reason to resent me, I suppose. I’m a member of the white collar, executive, upper class. The class responsible – at least politically – for stagnant wages and a deficit of great ideas. The educated sons and daughters of immigrants entrusted with growing the pie and not just our own slices.

About a year of tweets, archived here for posterity.

I began this current journal, XSML, with the intent of reducing my own notes to extra small, XML-friendly updates. Increasingly, I have been drawn by the allure of the 140 character limit of Twitter. I may get a round Tuit and synchronize my use of Twitter with this blog. For now, here’s a dump of about a year’s worth of tweets in a single post:

  • Xavier: Glowing at the OK Corral http://bit.ly/f8NCX8
  • “Books don’t become best sellers because they are ahead of their time.” Stephanie Coontz on Friedan via Louis Menand, http://t.co/ZEeKRgK
  • Belgian students riot on Ryanair flight: http://bbc.in/epBVc3 Was civility a victim of more bad price signaling? http://abcn.ws/gu1HOK
  • A juicy, meaty, tasty read on football, concussions, televised sports, journalism, money, race… etc! http://t.co/JtjR6yO in The New Yorker
  • on dictatorships harnessing “self-pitying, bullying shitheads.” http://bit.ly/idxANe cf. Cuba’s “actos de repudio,” via Matthew Yglesias
  • “Three takes on JP Morgan and Madoff” http://reut.rs/f3oZEN is also a fresh take on how online competition is sharpening analysis in news.
  • yellow is the next purple. i’m pretty sure it’s not but i’m going to pretend it is and hope things break my way.
  • UCSB prof. on Egypt: “a return of very powerful and vastly organized labor movements, principally among youth.” http://bit.ly/hZB47J via TPM
  • “As pro-Mubarak demonstrators roam Cairo, Egypt’s Internet roars back to life” http://bit.ly/f2NEHW – Foreign Policy’s Passport
  • A history of ideas: In the 19th century, scientists pointed an elaborate telescope at distant societies. In the 20th, they turned it around.
  • The Internet is not enough: Matthew Yglesias chimes in on stunted technological progress and economic bubbles. http://bit.ly/hLHZBe
  • The U.S. is often criticized for its military aid to illiberal regimes but with Egypt it’s been a progressive tactic http://nyti.ms/ece00P
  • Why do we say “my God” and not “our God”? #foxholes
  • want to bite your nails to the raw? watch the astoundingly tense The Verdict with Paul Newman: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084855/
  • Magical. Chris Matthews grilling Tea Party Express co-founder Russo on Rep. Bachmann’s slavery denialism: http://on.msnbc.com/fRJnCg
  • Did the Obama White House, as headed by Michelle and Barack, just launch what will be their legacy? WalMart goes healthy and localvore?
  • If heterosexuality is the key to raising healthy children, time to close every school and home run by asexual priests and nuns.
  • 10,000 species. Most of us can’t even keep eight things in mind.Climate Threatens Birds From Tropics to Mountaintops – http://nyti.ms/i6Pcr1
  • Pro tip to high schoolers: consider a career in http://www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geotechnical_engineering & profit from global warming floods.
  • Lazy food service analogy: linear TV is omakase. Video on demand is buffet.
  • When all cars have smartphone jacks, how will broadcast radio (antenna and/or satellite) compare to personalized radio via mobile web?
  • Morbid coincidence: ill person shoots embattled healthcare access advocate, others. Are victims externalities of a patchy health safety net?
  • i love the days when everyone jokes “see you next year” or “see you in [currentYear+1]”. it’s like a big carnaval for the fiction of time.
  • In Hollywood and then Highland Park, passed two billboards en español for American Idol. The great brown hope.
  • El Bulli or Marinetti? Pieces of olive, fennel, and kumquat are eaten with right hand while the left caresses sandpaper, velvet, and silk.
  • Google Ngram for “father, mother” http://t.co/N4gnvoV
  • Hunter climbs into bear’s den, kills bear, boasts about it. Controversy ensues: http://bit.ly/eZJA8U
  • Rainy weeks are first disorienting in Los Angeles. Then familiar. We are returning. The water drenched clouds envelop the earth like a womb.
  • Thoughtful, fun read on computer languages – really, on computer programmers and their dogmatism: The Semicolon Wars http://bit.ly/hBzLAU
  • Can the curiosity of different cities be compared by the length of delays caused by rubbernecking on its highways?
  • The ending of American Psycho the movie is even better than I remembered. The commercials that followed it were creepier.
  • Russia as the Baltimore depicted in The Wire, only with nukes and vast energy reserves: NYT on leaked cables http://bit.ly/fTEeQK
  • Some heavy, fun ish: Why Farmers Are Flocking to Manure | Atlantic http://t.co/7D5vO4o
  • “Are you ready for an uneventful flight?” the passenger asked the captain. Wouldn’t it be better if he were ready for an eventful one?
  • One of the major political movements of our time is an effort to redefine selfishness as patriotic. Maybe that’s nothing new.
  • check the angle of repose: feeling awfully like this “fat monkey made of flip flops” http://bit.ly/bwCC9O
  • so very sad, Google StreetView images curated by Jon Rafman via @waxpancake http://9eyes.tumblr.com/
  • The majority of the audience at the Foals show was born after Nirvana’s Nevermind. #recalibrating
  • The more Spanish language TV shows Whitman’s former maid bawling, the more Whitman’s campaign has to pump money into Spanish language TV.
  • The singer for Junior Boys sounds a little like Don Henley after a swallow of helium.
  • The Inner Child Family Policy: on pain and politics

    From a recent New Yorker story on Freudian psychoanalysis in China:

    I asked what problems he sees most often among his patients. He answered, “If a grandfather, for example, was criti- cized and abused in the social upheaval of the nineteen-sixties and seventies, then he couldn’t take care of his child, so the child was raised in a chaotic situation and had to develop defensive ways to cope.” In that way, the Cultural Revolution can produce marital or family problems that trickle down to a third generation. “From my point of view, the upheaval never ended,” he said. “It repeats within the family.”

    The son of a political dissident and a psychologist, I am biased towards a psychological understanding of political life. Nonetheless, there is ample scholarship, from Aristotle to Shakespeare, from Jean-Jacques Rousseau to Michel Foucault, that suggests so much of what we do in our formal political lives is articulated through our personal lives.

    We spend a great deal of time considering what that means in terms of the lives of our leaders – are they good parents? are they good children? – and yet the implications are greater when one considers the lives of the populace, of pundits and audiences. In a time of Mama Grizzly and Father Coughlin Beck, a little more Shakespeare might go a long way.

    re: Egypt. Enough with the prattle about new media. It’s the economy, stupid. (And satellite TV.)

    Here’s a headline you don’t want to miss, from January 18, 2007:

    MIDDLE EAST: Population growth poses huge challenge for Middle East and North Africa – – International Herald Tribune.

    More from the Arab Planning Institute:

    Currently, an estimated 2 million Egyptians are out of work. The overall unemployment measures, high as they are, do not sufficiently reflect the extent of labor market pressures in Egypt, and in particular the socio-economic problems of high youth unemployment and widespread underemployment…

    The unemployment problem in Egypt is more related to labor market insertion (finding the first job) than getting back on the job ladder.4 It is more about the educated youth than the illiterate, unskilled middle age workers. The problem is particularly acute among women and is worse in the urban areas…

    According to the 2005 Labor Force Sample Survey compiled by CAPMAS,5 92% of all those unemployed were below the age of 30.

    That was before the global economic crisis.

    Also, this: Forget Twitter and Facebook; this is a satellite TV revolution.

    Blind spots. The funny and deeply scary movie “Happy Go Lucky”.

    Imagine you are searching for your reading glasses only to find them sitting atop your head – or, perhaps worse, discovering that you are already wearing them.

    The Cubans have an expression for finding something that was right in front of you all along: “If it was a dog, it would have bitten me.”

    The most shocking revelations are those that are obvious in hindsight. We are – or should be – most alarmed by our blind spots.

    We experience these encounters, both banal and harrowing, as a blow to our egos. Suddenly faced with the evidence of our “blindness,” we must confront a void before our very eyes; a large tear in the fabric of reality that was always already there.

    We are upended by these moments not because they are new or different but because they are an unexpected or sudden return to home. They are reunions with some misplaced part of ourselves – involuntary acts of recognition.

    In past country kitchens, these haunting visits were associated with the supernatural: the work of imps, fairies, ghosts, demons. In present college lecture halls, they’re described as the traces of lacunae, the repressed, the forgetting that makes remembering possible.

    As powerful reminders of our limitations, blind spots are a recurring theme in literature, from Sophocles’ tragedy Oedipus Rex to Edgar Allan Poe’s mystery The Purloined Letter.

    They are also at the center of Mike Leigh’s comedy Happy Go Lucky. It is a masterful movie about a woman taking driving lessons and stumbling upon her own blind spots. I strongly recommend it.

    getting served by a sixth grader.

    I’m in my car, stopped at a red light, on the phone. Right outside my passenger door is a sixth grader in a public school uniform, eating his after-school snack.

    The kid throws the snack wrapper on the sidewalk. Seeing this, I honk at him softly and imitate his gesture.

    The kid looks confused. Then a girl behind him locks eyes with me and slowly pretends to pour out her milk.

    I got served by a sixth grader.

    Three obvious things I learned on the job.

    If your product is becoming a commodity, don’t try to inflate its value by restricting supply. Create a better product and set new terms.

    If you want to attract the right audience, first attract the right talent.

    Capitalism is completely blind. It has no innate sense of direction. It is the id, taste is the superego.

    The place to hide something is right in the open, LOLXian edition.

    LOLXians, indeed: “Some scholars believe that the Book of Revelation in the bible was not a prediction of the future of the world but actually encrypted messages between Christians at a time when Christians were being killed for being Christians.”

    Can you imagine the supreme irony if this is true? It’s like the metaphysical equivalent of seeing someone slipping on a banana peel or switching the gender signs on public bathroom doors. It’s an epic joke.

    The most hardcore practitioners of the Christian philosophy are obsessed with a message written in code that they are unable to decipher because they are politically closed to interpretation of any kind.

    It would be like happening upon a cult of Beatles fans whose favorite song is the pig Latin version of “Hey Jude.”

    Tourist: “You know, the real lyrics are actually much better.”
    Cultist: “Silence, you infidel!”

    The possible versus the probable in Catholic philosophy.

    Don’t let the title fool you, there’s some really nice, dry writing in the Paranormal Encylopedia. In an entry on bilocation, the final sentence is:

    “However, the position of Catholic philosophers is that although divine intervention could make bilocation possible, these beliefs were most probably the hallucinations or delusions of the delirious and critically ill.”

    Let me paraphrase that juicy tidbit into dialogue:

    Claimant: “I believe I can be in two places at once.”
    Catholic Philosopher: “My own belief in the supernatural allows for your claim to be possible, but the more probable scenario is that you are crazy.”

    “becomes more informed and demanding (thanks to the internet forums)”

    While reading up on a ridiculously high-performance kitchen appliance, I found this quote from a manufacturer:

    Between the year 2000 – 2001 the market conditions change, the end-user becomes more informed and demanding (thanks also to the internet forums) and a new class of consumer demands more performing machines

    I don’t see how this isn’t the case for every industry. Every consumer-producer feedback loop that is tightened by information technologies allows for both a more demanding consumer and a more efficient producer. Information, freely exchanged, is a net gain for the economy.

    on politicians reading the U.S. Constitution out loud, as if it were a prayer

    I wrote the following last Saturday, with the state of Arizona on my mind, in a fit of anger. Soon after, I decided against posting it. I am doing so now that the far more thoughtful Jill Lapore has expanded on my closing gripe.

    Like the Irish, Scottish, German and English indentured servants as well as the enslaved Africans before them, today’s de facto indentured servants from Mexico and the rest of the war-torn, debt-ridden Third World are a stark reminder that there will always be a gap between the letter of the Constitution, which abides no distinction between any man or woman, which is blind to race and class, and its interpretation; a stark reminder that rights on paper are nothing without the conscience to protect them; that justice can be bought and sold.

    The sorry spectacle earlier this week of grown men reading a legal compact as if it were a prayer; what ostentatious, self-aggrandizing horseshit. The Constitution has no magical powers when read aloud; it does not reveal its true meaning by being chanted. Its only power comes from how it is interpreted and applied, how it is debated and revised.

    Reading Matt Taibbi’s excellent “The Crying Shame of John Boehner”

    From Matt Taibbi’s tour de force portrait of John Boehner as a shill for highest bidder:

    “He cries sometimes when we’re having a debate on bills,” grumbled Nancy Pelosi. “If I cry, it’s about the personal loss of a friend or something like that. But when it comes to politics — no, I don’t cry.”

    Perhaps this scene resonated with me especially since we just watched, again, the still excellent movie “A Taxing Woman.” It too features a woman who is a pragmatic enforcer of civil duty and at least one man who is a histrionic scoundrel planted by moneyed interests to plunder the state (or at least, aid and abet the plunderers).