Rumination

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Last night I was reading this article in the Guardian, that was published in 2002, about the “Millennium Challenge” wargame, where the military was outfoxed by the ex-marine consultant they hired to play the bad guy: Guardian Unlimited | Special reports | Wake-up call. I got the link from a post over on Antonella’s blog. She’d linked it because the story is also used in Malcolm Gladwell’s book Blink.
I’ve been reading Blink as well, and I may have more to ruminate about that, because it’s remarkable (and everybody’s reading it, it seems, so others may have done the ruminating for me).
Anyway, what converged in my head when looking at this story was what I saw earlier the same night when watching a movie with my daughter. See, we were watching the last of the old Star Wars movies, Return of the Jedi. And for years I think I undervalued the movie in general — I think it’s better than I remembered. Not great, but better. Still, it really is a sort of “Muppets in Space” flick and a little annoying at times. But I digress.
In that movie, we see brave rebel forces sacrificing their lives when fighting the overpowering Empire. Because the rebels don’t have the resources of their enemy, they have to be more clever, daring, and ingenious in their tactics.
Not only they, but also the cute little (evidently human-eating?) Ewoks, whose Endor is overrun as part of the clash, have to bring whatever means at their disposal to the task of dispatching the Empire forces.
As I was watching, I couldn’t help but wonder (and be pretty sure) that people like Bin Laden have seen this movie and others like it (because after all, Star Wars wasn’t especially original — it mainly repackaged a lot of tropes from previous Hollywood fare). Every time I saw an Ewok or a Rebel fighter use the Empire’s own destructive power against it, or crash a ship into an Imperial destroyer, I thought — hey, all it takes is a slip of perspective to see that other people could easily see themselves as the heroes in their own story, fighting the Imperial Americans. Would this be a fair perspective? Maybe not. But perception rules. If the US and the west in general are perceived as evil oppressors, it doesn’t take much to convince oneself that they should be brought down at all costs.
Anyway, that’s nothing new — the point’s been made plenty before. But what struck me was the ingeniousness of the ‘good guys’ in the battles of Star Wars, thinking outside the box and hitting the lumbering Empire in ways they don’t necessarily expect.
Then I read the Guardian article and am reminded of the tactics Lieutenant General Paul Van Riper used when imitating Saddam in the giant wargame:

As the US fleet entered the Gulf, Van Riper gave a signal – not in a radio transmission that might have been intercepted, but in a coded message broadcast from the minarets of mosques at the call to prayer. The seemingly harmless pleasure craft and propeller planes suddenly turned deadly, ramming into Blue boats and airfields along the Gulf in scores of al-Qaida-style suicide attacks.

And I thought about how he essentially did the sort of things that we’ve seen the underdog do in movies for generations (or in books even before that), and you have to wonder: How the heck could the US military have such a major blind spot? And how can we, in general, invade countries whose cultures and point of view our leaders seem to so basically misunderstand??
Like I said … nothing new here. I’ve seen others ponder the same thing. But it was an odd juxtaposition that made it so clear to me — Ewoks and Arabs. Go figure.

Human news

Antonella asks Where did you get your news today? and explains how, after the 7/7 bombings in London, the truly visceral understanding of the news was to be found on the greater ‘net rather than in ‘official’ news channels like CNN.

MetaFatigue

I’ve been trying to tweak my weblog to make use of all the various meta resources that seem to be cropping up like chickweed. And I have a confession to make … I’m sick of it.
I know that in order to be a part of the true enlightened blogigarchy, I should have RSS feeds in every conceivable format running smoothly on all cylinders.
But even after several hours last week, I was unable to figure out what the heck Technorati actually does with tags and how it finds them. Apparently if you just post something using WordPress and use categories, the categories should automatically end up as Technorati-compatible tags. But according to Technorati, it gets these from your “Atom” RSS feed. Evidently I actually publish one of these, but when I look at it, I don’t see my categories showing up in the format Technorati specifies.
That’s just one example.
Then it occurred to me that I was burning hours just trying to be sure that I was contributing correctly to some kind of grand schema, when all I really wanted to do was write and push “Publish” and be DONE with it.
Honestly, I don’t give a flying fubar about thorough and relentless meta-tagging of all of my content. I realize that it’s the greatest thing since giving blood to the Red Cross, and that I’d be truly revolutionized if I had everything running through del.icio.us, and if I could only be a fully engaged denizen in the groundswell that is folksonomy.
But maybe I’m too lazy. I want the web to just work.
Or maybe I’m just in a crummy mood today?
Likely it’s some of each.

Technorati Tag: ;-)

Edited to Add:
Later, I decided to change this post to “Metafatigue” … it started out as “metaexhaustion” which is too much of a mouthful. Then I posted a new post about it and watched Technorati and sure enough it came up there. This is fun. (6/23/05)

I love my new town, Phoenixville, PA. I ran across this article online about it (a little old but still informative). I need to do a post about Phoenixville sometime, and keep a link to it on my homepage.

Phoenixville, PA: Up From The Ashes of “Steel City” by John W. Plummer

Hiding away

Philip Pullman: About the Writing

I don’t know whether there’s a God or not. Nobody does, no matter what they say. I think it’s perfectly possible to explain how the universe came about without bringing God into it, but I don’t know everything, and there may well be a God somewhere, hiding away.

Actually, if he is keeping out of sight, it’s because he’s ashamed of his followers and all the cruelty and ignorance they’re responsible for promoting in his name. If I were him, I’d want nothing to do with them.

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10/10/86

Crossed fingers

CNN.com – Ivan makesÝlandfallÝin U.S. – Sep 16, 2004
After a deadly rampage across the Caribbean and the Gulf of Mexico, one of the fiercest Atlantic storms on record made landfall near the resort town of Gulf Shores, Alabama, at 1:50 a.m. (2:50 a.m. ET) on Thursday.

My mom and stepdad live in Gulf Shores. They’re presumably ok in a shelter 18 miles north of there. Still, cross some fingers?

Once again I find I’ve been remiss in keeping up with by cyberspace um… presence.

So nearly a year late, I’ve updated my little bio page at IAwiki: AndrewHinton

It’s odd, how bits of us end up all over the web, like flakes of skin or eyelashes. Imagine if every bit of you that you left physically in the world could be googled?

And… on a more personal note (which I almost never have in this blog…just seems too public) a year ago today my marriage broke. Or, at least, it finally snapped. Maybe this is why I’ve been avoiding all the previous residue of my net presence? Too much of a reminder of where I was? It’s not helping, really… it still feels like it happened yesterday.

CNN.com – Spalding Gray found dead – Mar 8, 2004

I discovered Spalding Gray’s wit when I first saw Swimming to Cambodia in the theater in… wow, it must’ve been 1987 or so? I saw it with my girlfriend, who later became my wife. We were both confused at first in the film, then amazed that one guy sitting at a table with almost no props could keep us enthralled for about 2 hours.

Later we got to see him live in Louisville, KY, doing his Monster in a Box bit.

I wonder what went on with him after his accident in Ireland in 2001? I wonder too if the 9/11 situation affected him much, in concert with whatever else he was experiencing… I think the emotional fallout from 9/11 is much more significant than anyone wants to admit.

Anyway, a great artist, terrific writer and performer. Sad to see him go.

I have found myself in Pennsylvania. How? I got a job. This is a good thing, the getting a job part.

The weird part is that it’s at Vanguard, just outside Philadelphia… far away from where I was living. It’s complicated my life, but hopefully in a good way.

Not much going on here at the kitchen lately due to all this chaos. But part of the good news here is that I’ll be able to get involved with the IA community again, and keep up with research and such. I’m so far behind.

Oh, and I may have to change it so that I have to screen comments because I keep getting spam comments attached to older posts… ugh.

Ok. I may have found something that explains a lot of stuff about me. Great article: The Atlantic | March 2003 | Caring for Your Introvert | Rauch

An overcoat of clay…

Two years ago today, I was on a plane from Greensboro to Atlanta, and landed at around 8:40am. When I got off the plane, I went to a bookshop/cafe that I usually go to on Concourse B. There were several TVs with different networks on each. NBC’s Today Show was the only one discussing the fact that flames were pouring out of one side of one of the buildints at the WTC. Hardly anyone was paying attention to this in the cafe. It seemed odd to me.

Then I bought a bottle of water and some gum for my subway ride to my client’s location, and as I was standing in line, I saw from a distance that more networks were showing the WTC. And there appeared to be more flames than before. I though…how bizarre. How strange. What a horrible tragedy. Surely whatever it is…they thought a small plane?… will be figured out, the flames extinguished, minimal loss of life. But why all the additional flames? Why the panicked looks in the announcer’s faces?

As I paid for my water and gum, I started calling friends to tell them, co-workers in Atlanta and Greensboro. I realized that if this was indeed something more serious, I should get out of the airport. I walked quickly out of the terminal and to the train… it was only once I’d gotten there and started checking my phone’s web browser, and hearing things from others arriving from the terminal to the train, that it was all so much more serious than I’d even allowed myself to imagine.

I still have the ticket stub from that flight, and the receipt from my water and gum. How strange that I could be buying water and gum at the same moment that a second plane struck the second tower… Not significant to anyone, really, but unsettling that everywhere, all around us, little machines were tap tap tapping the time and date onto paper and cathode screens, unaware of what was happening elsewhere. I’m not sure why this fascinates me. Why I keep working it in my mind like a loose tooth. But there it is.

A few days later, a coworker told me about a project some designers were working on, just making desktop graphics or something commemorating and grieving. This is the one I made: …an overcoat of clay.
Time to go to work.

[09/11/08 Edited to add: strange that I didn’t remember I’d written a similar post a year earlier.]

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