Friday, January 28, 2005

PLEASE TELL ME THAT ISN'T MY IQ…!

PLEASE TELL ME THAT ISN'T MY IQ…!

Yeah, I ran across another one of these. *sigh*





You Are 32 Years Old



32





Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.



MARLINS SLUGGER WON'T STAND FOR 'GOD BLESS AMERICA'

MARLINS SLUGGER WON'T STAND FOR 'GOD BLESS AMERICA'

Carlos Delgado, the newly signed power machine of the Florida Marlins baseball team, played in some small amount of obscurity in Toronto for the first 12 years of his career. There, while clubbing 336 home runs, and in the days since the September 11, 2001 attacks, he would choose to quietly avoid taking his place on the field during mid-seventh inning playing of "God Bless America."

He intends to continue this practice now that he'll be playing 100% of his games in the United States.

Delgado is Puerto Rican, which means he has that same quasi-not-Americanness that lets the island of his birth field a team for the Olympics, but not, say, Louisiana. But as a Puerto Rican, he is an American, and there are many who will be outraged by this behavior now that he won't avoid it for 81 games a year in Canada.

I am not one of them.

You should know that I am not a fan of playing "The Star-Spangled Banner" prior to sports events. I tolerate it, and I certainly am way less opposed to it than I am to teacher-led prayer in public schools, but still and all, playing the national anthem prior to a baseball game demeans the national anthem. Worse, there are times and places it should be played, but isn't. Why not before each showing at the local cinemaplex? Or when the mall opens every day? Those make an equal amount of sense.

But slamming "God Bless America" into the middle of the seventh inning of baseball games frustrates me. First of all, is Vishnu really going to take time out from preserving the universe to worry about a few thousand people watching a ballgame? Is Allah on duty? Are we hoping that Allah will confuse Osama bin Laden by making an Ichiro Suzuki line drive fly over the wall in right field?

Or, there's Delgado's actual objection: That singing the song links Iraq to 9/11, and that by standing on the field while it plays, he's condoning that erroneous assumption.

Really, it doesn't matter. Other than the brief interruption in sales activity at Safeco Field, I don't mind either song being played. I'd rather our national anthem were "America The Beautiful," but that's just another disappointment in life that I must bear. But one thing that does matter is that Carlos Delgado is an American, and he should be able to behave as he feels he must, so long as he doesn't belittle anyone else's beliefs.

Or jump into the stands and beat up the fans.

HE'S OUR DICK

HE'S OUR DICK

Dick Cheney apparently doesn't know how to dress like an adult, and it's offended quite a few national leaders, and probably more folks by this time tomorrow.

Cheney attended the somber Auschwitz memorial ceremonies today wearing a fur-trimmed parka with his name on it and the legend "Staff 2001." European leaders, most of whom come from countries where you need a coat and tie to go to a restaurant (how many Outback Steakhouses are in Europe?), were appalled.

Cheney might have a medical explanation. After all, his entire vice-presidency has been overshadowed by his heart health. Most people would have bet on Johnny Carson to outlive Cheney. Heck, in 2000 they would have bet on Strom Thurmond to outlive Cheney.

The criticism is that, even though we know he has a nice dark overcoat (last worn in public on January 20 for the inauguration), he chose to wear ski-jet attire to a ceremony reminding the world of an evil greater than the one currently confronting us. Maybe it's part of the current Administration's effort to make Saddam Hussein look Truly Evil, instead of one of dozens of international dirtbags (all of whom should be out of power).

I hope he at least showered.

A LITTLE BASEBALL, PLEASE

A LITTLE BASEBALL, PLEASE

Friend Ed Schramm forwarded this argument to me relating to the value of putting the ball in play vs. striking out for hitters. I am currently forwarding it to various baseball pals for their opinion as well.

The bulk of the argument is based on many suppositions, but ultimately the author concludes that Mike Cameron (a high-strikeout hitter currently with the New York Mets and rumored to be available in a trade to the Seattle Mariners) only costs his team three runs per season by striking out.

I think I have to look at it differently than he does. Cameron strikes out 24% of the time; the average hitter strikes out 17% of the time. (See the article for the basis of these observations.) So, over 624 at bats, Cameron will fail to move a runner (or become one) 44 times more than the average hitter, or once every four games. Here I was going to make an assumption that it takes three at bats to make a run. But in looking at the American League's 2004 statistics, 11,358 runs were scored in 86,217 plate appearances (roughly, because I'm looking at incomplete statistics; I have walks, but don't have hit-by-pitch, sacrifices, catcher's interference, that sort of thing, but nor do I think they would greatly affect the numbers). That means one run scored every 7.59 plate appearances. That means Cameron probably cost his team six runs due to his extra strikeouts.

The average team scored 811 runs, or 5 runs per game. If that's the league average, then we can assume the average margin of victory is one run. To me, that means Cameron's strikeouts probably cost his team six victories. Even if we use the author's math, I contend it means Cameron's strikeouts will cost his team three victories.

That said, we can now determine whether his spectacular defense overcomes three to six victories per year. His career range factor is 2.74, vs. 2.36. That means he will make .38 more plays per game than the average center fielder. That's 61 more outs, versus 44 fewer advances he creates as a batter.

And the other, trickier question is, at this point in his career, will Cameron's offense match his career averages, or is he on the decline? That's the key, because if Cameron strikes out 17 times more than his career average, he becomes no better than an average center fielder, and therefore not worth the salary he commands.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

OF COURSE, IT WOULD BE A BANTAM WEIGHT FIGHT…

OF COURSE, IT WOULD BE A BANTAM WEIGHT FIGHT…

From the world of stupid things elected officials do comes legislation proposed to require boxing gloves for cockfights in Oklahoma. That's where cockfighting is legal, but the nasty razor devices normally attached to the rooster's feet are not permitted by law.

God bless Oklahoma. It's protecting its cocks.


Wednesday, January 26, 2005

WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!

WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!

Just for the record, I do update and change all the stuff in the column to the left, perhaps more often than I do the actual comments here on the right.

Today, for example, I added links to Bill Sherman's Pop Culture Gadabout blog, and both blog and website of Fred Hembeck.

If you aren't skimming down the left, you really should. Even if it means you find stuff that's more interesting than what I'm mailing in on this side.

Monday, January 24, 2005

FROM A HERMETICALLY SEALED MAYONNAISE JAR KEPT ON FUNK & WAGNALLS' PORCH…

FROM A HERMETICALLY SEALED MAYONNAISE JAR KEPT ON FUNK & WAGNALLS' PORCH…

Time for today's appearance of Karnak the Magnificent, with today's question, which he will divine.

"Two stiffs and a geek!"

And the question is…

"Name the past, present, and future hosts of The Tonight Show.

Johnny, we've missed you since 1992. Conan had better stop doing his idiot riffs when he takes over.

ARE WE THERE YET?

ARE WE THERE YET?

Say something that criticizes the government and the people in power, and you can go to jail. No, it's not the United States, at least not yet (though I wouldn't plan on creating one of those video games where you shoot up the White House and everyone in it). No, it's Iran (registration required for story), where blogging is something that will not only get the blogger arrested, but apparently even the guys who work at the ISP.

Of course, stories like this will make it easier for the Bush Administration to invade Iran (see my reference to Seymour Hersh's article in New Yorker). But, just as we need to remember that not all Americans are bad, it's just the current Administration, we need also to remember that not all Iranians are bad, just the current Administration. And probably even the next one or two.

Let me describe something to you. Picture a country with a history of great accomplishments in science and which, through war and diplomacy, grew to influence much, if not all, of the world. Picture, then, a movement by religious men who seek to impose their extreme views on the population in general, and then to take their own limited viewpoint and impose it on the rest of the world. How sad, you say, that the country formerly known as Persia should fall into such a disreputable present.

Unfortunately, I'm describing the United States of America, a country where a bare majority of the citizenry has given nuclear (sorry, nucular) power to a man who wants to relive the Crusades and crush the Infidels in their own lands. Bush is not merely about protecting the United States; Bush is all about protecting his view of God and projecting it, at missile-point, to the rest of the world.

Um... is Osama still in Afghanistan?

SMARTER THAN THE AVERAGE REPUBLICAN

SMARTER THAN THE AVERAGE REPUBLICAN

In the United States, the elephant is the symbol of the Republican Party. I'd make fun of that, except that the Democrats have stupidly used a donkey (which is the nicest way by which to refer to the party symbol).

But, if you're inclined to think that Republicans are not bright, that they couldn't think their way out of a McDonald's drive-through lane (although, probably, neither could I; I don't get drive-throughs), might I direct you to Thailand, where elephant handlers have proven that you can toilet-train elephants. I guess they're smart enough to run a country, now!

Now, if only we could do that to our nasty, potty-mouthed, dirty-trick-slinging GOP, then I'd be truly impressed...

Friday, January 21, 2005

GREAT AD CAMPAIGNS 2005 #1: MAXIM

GREAT AD CAMPAIGNS 2005 #1: MAXIM

I'm especially interested in ad campaigns for magazines, since I'm working at one myself, but this new campaign for Maxim, from Crispin Porter + Bogusky, really did a great job of defining the brand and amusing me at the same time.

Now, of course, the next step is figuring out how I can steal... er, adapt it to Technical Analysis of Stocks & Commodities.

Related Maxim website, with four web films.
Actual Maxim website.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

US AGAINST THE WORLD

US AGAINST THE WORLD

Up until today, I had only heard about Seymour Hersh's article in the New Yorker, but today I read it, and boy, am I scared.

Ultimately, I'm scared because it appears that the nutjobs on the planet aren't confined to a few thousand idiots ringing the Indian Ocean, and one stunted fool in P'yongyang.

Of course, we've had nutjobs in the US government before — Curtis LeMay comes to mind, a man who felt an unused nuclear weapon was like a banana on the kitchen counter, better used before it went bad. But if Hersh's reporting is correct, then our all-Republican government has gone and made it possible for Donald Rumsfeld to pretty much declare war any time he feels like it, without a Congressional vote, without input from the CIA, and with impunity.

Look, even to someone like me, it's clear that there are military and intelligence objectives out there in the world to which we need to attend. But our tyrannosaurus-rex-in-a-china-shop approach to the rest of the world is going to lead to one frightening bite-us-in-the-ass proof of the Law of Unintended Consequences.

So, oh smug neoconservatives, now that you've dumped anyone who disagrees with you (or has an open mind) from the State Department, the Defense Department, and the Central Intelligence Agency, you'd better be right. Or else what's left of the country probably won't vote GOP in 2008.

Monday, January 17, 2005

LIVE FROM IRAQ

LIVE FROM IRAQ

I've put up a new link to an Iraqi citizen's blog, and it looks like Raed was on hiatus and is again. I also found a link to a professor of Middle Eastern studies at the University of Michigan, Juan Cole, who I believe is the same Juan Cole who used to write letters to comic books in the 1970s.

Right now, it doesn't sound like what Tom Brokaw and George W. Bush were predicting prior to the Iraqi invasion. Maybe things will be better after January 29.

Judge for yourself.

Article on Iraqi bloggers here.

WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED HAD THE US WARRED AGAINST ALEXANDER THE GREAT?

WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED HAD THE US WARRED AGAINST ALEXANDER THE GREAT?

Okay, so the Pentagon was sitting there, in 1994, early in the Clinton Administration, in the midst of don't ask, don't tell, and some heir to Curtis LeMay steps up and says, "Why don't we turn the enemy all queer?"

I don't know if I'm more impressed that someone knocked the idea down immediately or that someone thought it would work in the first place. If you could ask the Persians who fought against Alexander the Great, I think they'd have said it wouldn't have made much difference.

I'd rather we spend our time developing the joke that can kill. It worked for the British against the Germans... at least according to Monty Python.

GEE, JUST LIKE MICHAEL MOORE SAID ABOUT 2000...

GEE, JUST LIKE MICHAEL MOORE SAID ABOUT 2000...

John Kerry may have lost the 2004 election, or maybe he didn't. We all know how each side of the issue feels about complaints about the validity of the election process.

But today Kerry pointed out the impediments Republicans in power created for voters likely to vote for Kerry. Removing alleged felons from the voter rolls. (In Florida in 2000, it turned out that only a small percentage of these names were legitimately removed; unfortunately, it was too late for those names to be placed back on the rolls.) Putting too few voting machines in precincts likely to vote heavily Democratic. Probably other tricks.

I here must restate: Anybody who pulls an election shenanigan that disenfranchises even so much as a single voter needs to be charged with treason and made to face the highest sentence treason allows.

Of course, if such a person is a Republican, he'll probably still be allowed to vote.

Friday, January 14, 2005

WELL, DUH!

WELL, DUH!

In a roundtable discussion with reporters from 14 newspapers, President George W. Bush said that, "a president must be mindful of, that the words that you sometimes say. ... I speak plainly sometimes, but you've got to be mindful of the consequences of the words."

Specifically, he was referring to his comments baiting anyone in Iraq who would deter his mission to keep troops in country until elections were held. "Bring 'em on," he challenged (with a "Mission Accomplished" banner flying behind him).

His other "I don't know if you'd call it a regret... a confession, a regret, something" was his reference to old Wild West wanted posters and his challenge that he wanted Osama bin Laden "dead or alive."

I don't know. A guy who went to Yale, which I used to think was a good college, should know that language is important. Wouldn't you think?

Thursday, January 13, 2005

IS IT COINCIDENCE THAT THE WIFE LIVES IN TEXAS?

IS IT COINCIDENCE THAT THE WIFE LIVES IN TEXAS?

Former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher's son Mark was free yesterday after pleading guilty in South Africa to charges of supplying money to be used for a helicopter that plotters intended to use to overthrow the government of Equatorial Guinea. He was fined $506,000.

The story that we're to believe is that Mark Thatcher was a dupe. He thought he was providing funds -- two installments of $275,000 -- for commercial purposes. Instead, mercenaries were going to topple President Teodoro Obiang Nguema, who has ruled Equatorial Guinea for a quarter century.

You see, ol' Marky Mark (or Sir Mark as the pretentious prefer to call him) seems to have spent his adult life in various sorts of trouble. He had to settle a civil racketeering lawsuit in the US in 1987; he faced charges from the Internal Revenue Service after a home security company went bankrupt; and in 1994 Britain's Parliament investigated him for alleged arms sales to Saudi Arabia and Iraq. While this is his first conviction, I'm sure if you and I were Republicans and he were being charged with marijuana possession, we'd be arguing for life imprisonment because of his long record of prior arrests and history of general trouble-making.

My first thought is that when he gets back to Texas, I want to cold-call this guy immediately, maybe sell him a parcel or two in Glengarry Glen Ross, or hook him up with some of the goods I'm spammed with every day. I'm always amazed when folks with money are "duped," because folks with money are supposed to be sharper than that. The man's mother was Prime Minister of England, for crying out loud.

But then, if you read more, you discover that his wife and two children left South Africa upon his arrest. The wife is from Texas. (She's the daughter of a used car salesman, which probably explains why this mook appealed to her.) Thatcher is on his way to this country, to live in the same state in which our president once denied stays of execution. Maybe Thatcher is hoping to study the master; all President Dumbya got for overthrowing a nation for his own purposes was re-election and a new puppy.

I don't know. It seems to me that if we're going to allow Texans to marry foreigners and give them sanctuary, we'd be better off marrying Mexican immigrants, who at least will do an honest day's work.



Wednesday, January 12, 2005

ANOTHER UNFIXABLE SOCIETAL ILL GETS HIGH-TECH

ANOTHER UNFIXABLE SOCIETAL ILL GETS HIGH-TECH

New York's Westchester County has (stupidly) enlisted Spider-Man in its effort to prevent its youngsters from "cyberbullying."

Cyberbullying is the practice of doing all the crappy things kids have always done, except posting it on the Internet. Heck, Blogger, which is how I post this, is probably hosting several of these wonderful examples of youthful exuberance right now.

The article I read at CBS Marketwatch.com used examples such as sites where the school's fattest girls were discussed, or showed videos of high school sexual encounters, or posted discussions of what a girl's sexual preferences might be.

Westchester County District Attorney Jeannine Pirro said these were all beyond the scope of prosecution, because, though disgusting, they were exercises in the First Amendment rights of the individuals.

Granted, Pirro has way more legal experience than I do -- a high school class in Constitutional Law and a college class in Commercial Law -- but, despite the best efforts of Reagan and Bush appointees to the Supreme Court, I believe there still is Constitutional case law that is presumed to give us privacy. This would include, I would think, discussions in a public forum about the sexual preferences of high school girls. Of course, Bush 2.2 will probably completely destroy the legal presumption of privacy, but that's not even the real issue here. For instance, while you can hide whether or not a girl will go to third base, you cannot hide whether she's a size 24.

And Westchester County is right to try to teach kids not to be cyberbullies, in the same way it's right to help the elderly cross the street. Society just won't buy it. Picking on people is not only Constitutionally protected, but it's institutionalized even among those who claim to be good people. Heck, count me first among those people, at least when I'm discussing the current occupant at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW.

But think about it. Every night, Jay Leno and David Letterman (and a slew of other, cruder, less-watched monologists) rip into public figures. And while I may think making fun of the president for his SAT score is legitimate, I find myself irritated when other public figures are picked upon for their relative unattractiveness or their girth. To some degree, when ethnic jokes stopped being okay, it made it more okay to make fun of fat chicks. And, of course, while you can't make fun of Italian-Americans or African-Americans, you can make fun of people from New Jersey or Arkansas. David Letterman is still telling Monica Lewinsky jokes. Jay Leno became the king of late night when he would tell OJ Simpson jokes when Letterman was conscientiously avoiding them. It proves that it's easy to get dragged into the gutter, too: Because Leno passed Letterman, Letterman felt compelled to start telling Simpson jokes. Because, you know, murder is funny.

Don't get me wrong. Political correctness can be just as bad, especially when it's fascistically applied, as so often happens. But I think it would be a good idea if we all looked at bullying in our society. Bullies are people who believe that because they're stronger, they should get what they want. In elementary school, it may just be lunch money. In high school, it may be date rape. In the real world, it might be imperialism, or slavery, or a protection racket. Heck, in the United States, we all own property because land was bullied away from its original inhabitants. The kings and queens of Europe own what they own because their ancestors bullied it from someone else. The common people of Europe don't own any of that because their ancestors had what they had bullied away. What I'm saying is that, at every level of our lives, we know how people use an advantage to immorally gain something from a weaker person. We've even institutionalized that into our economic system.

So, if our kids see all these behaviors and decide it's okay to pick on some skinny geek or rich fat kid, what's out there to prevent it?

Discussions like these remind me of Columbine High School. It's easy to say that those two boys shouldn't have gone into school and killed students and teachers. But they had been bullied to a breaking point. Yes, like Ron Artest, they should have been able to withstand what had been tossed their way. And, like Ron Artest, they are guilty of what they did. But if the Columbine High School jocks had not been such jerks, perhaps those two boys would not have felt the need to bring weapons into school.

Meanwhile, the only thing you can control in the world is you. So next time you're driving and force a car going too slow out of your lane, remember that you're part of the problem. The next time you yell at a customer service representative to get something from a service provider, remember that you're part of the problem. And the next time you use an election to impose your will on people who don't think like you do -- well, then you're part of the problem, too.

Monday, January 10, 2005

RELIEF HELICOPTER FOLLOWUP

RELIEF HELICOPTER FOLLOWUP

Just Saturday I was posting the first-hand account of a helicopter pilot flying relief missions into Banda Aceh from the USS Lincoln. Yesterday, one of those helicopters crashed. Luckily, no deaths, though there was a broken ankle and a dislocated hip.

Just like firefighters and cops, these guys, even though they're getting paid, are going in and doing the right thing. I don't know what today's military chopper pilot takes home after taxes (nor even what a New York firefighter or a Seattle cop bring to the bank on payday), but I'll say this: If their salary was pro rated based on what someone like Brad Pitt or Jennifer Aniston make per hour, this country couldn't afford to pay them.

Meanwhile, back in New York, an off-duty veteran of George Bush's War was shot dead by a punk -- apparently for having accidentally bumped into the punk's girlfriend. (Thank God for the second amendment.) If you're the kind of cartoon liberal that Rush Limbaugh's drug-fevered brain seems to believe are real, you might say that it was probably the Army sergeant's fault; he joined the Army because he was naturally belligerent and not able to think for himself. Who knows, that may even be the case. But the more likely case is that the guy who did the shooting is the same kind of punk who comes from the same kind of environment that says it's better to shoot somebody than to be dissed, no matter how slight the perceived insult might be. (Can you say "Ron Artest"?)

Meanwhile, despite what happened to Sgt. Terrence Balkinsson, and despite the tragedy of Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt, the dead remain unrecovered and the living remain unrecoverable.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

SOME SMALL MEASURE OF TSUNAMI RELIEF -- A FIRSTHAND REPORT



SOME SMALL MEASURE OF TSUNAMI RELIEF -- A FIRSTHAND REPORT


This is one of those forwarded and re-forwarded pieces. I read it on the bulletin board feature of Seattle dBug, which is the Seattle area Macintosh users group.
However you and I feel about a wealth of issues, it is a good thing to have motivated, well-trained, and well-equipped people available to do things like this at a moment's notice.

Up to date Interesting reading:
Here's a copy of a letter our neighbor received recently:
From the carrier Abraham Lincoln:
"Dear Mom and Dad,
Yesterday I flew for 7.6 hours in a row and today my flight total will be over 7 hours. The typical day starts by turning up the aircraft before sunrise so that as soon as official sunset arrives we can be ready to launch and head toward Banda Aceh (Sultan Air Force base). It has become the hub for distribution of supplies and medical care for the northern half of the island of Sumatra. We land on the taxi way and, in turn, file through the loading area where sailors from the Lincoln (who come in on our helos at the beginning of each day) load our helos to max capacity (up to 2500 pounds of cargo). With each load we receive specific tasking to where the supplies and/or people are to be delivered. Normally we are given a GPS coordinates to mark the delivery site but after just four days of consistent flying the western coast of Sumatra has become very familiar.

Today we dropped about 5000 pounds (two trips) to a small town called Lamno. The landing zone (LZ) is a soccer field of the village school. Following procedure we over fly the landing zone before we land and within minutes hundreds of people (mostly children) crowd the field to witness the landing. Thankfully Lamno's LZ is one of the few that are secured by Indonesian troops (that I dropped off on the first day). The troops are fully armed with machine guns and the like to help keep back the crowd and properly distribute the needed supplies. Our two aircrew who ride with us, local troops, and civilians help unload the helo into a big pile in the field and then into waiting trucks. For the 5-10 minutes needed for unloading I try to snap a few pictures of the locals and of the incredibly excited children. It really brightens your day to see so many kids and the smiles on their faces but then you wonder where mom and dad are...probably no longer around. If you wave the kids all wave back...if you salute they all salute back...if you motion for them to crouch down due to the upcoming rotorwash during take-ok, they just mimic the same motion back.

Today's missions started off quick unusually. It was about 0630 and 6 helicopters were positioned with engines and rotors spinning waiting for sunset when over the 5MC (flight deck PA system) the tower announced, "Man overboard, Man overboard"...one of the biggest adrenaline producing statements possible for helicopter pilots trained at open ocean search and rescue. The tower first assigned the rescue to my helicopter and crew but our rescue swimmer was temporarily out of the helicopter and we were performing some maintenance checks. Tower then reassigned the rescue task to a helicopter from our sister squadron but they don't fly with their rescue swimmers consistently so AW2 Merritt from one of the other helos on deck ran at full sprint to the rescue helo and minutes later saved the sailor who (we later found out) jumped overboard. (We find it odd that he choose the time he did to jump because it was daylight (barely), in perfectly calm seas, 75 degree water, with 6 helicopters manned and ready! I think he was just in search for attention.

Later in the day two helicopters from my squadron (HS-2 ...Helicopter Anti-Submarine Squadron TWO) flew Secretary of State Collin Powell and FL Gov Jeb Bush and an Indonesian Military General around Banda Aceh and neighboring villages to assess the destruction. Of course it is not news that this area has suffered horribly from the Tsunami but without seeing it first hand I don't believe anyone can understand just how bad it really is. Lamno, a village we have frequented with supplies lately reported 70-80% loss of life. Other villages and small towns on the coast are completely gone. I never thought it possible for a village to be "extinct" but that's about the only way to describe it. The next similar visual image comparable with Sumatra's western coast is the scenes of "seas" of trees from the Mt. St. Helens disaster. But instead of being just trees aligned from the "flow" it is trees, cars, and debris. Some places are just bare, empty valleys where the only structure standing is the villages mosque...probably the only concrete building of the town. Roads, bridges, foundations, etc. were just gone.

Some of the most gratifying parts of the flights are after we drop off the food/water and supplies and we fly low (100-200ft) at 130-150 knots hugging the coast line on the way back to Banda Aceh for our next run. The flying is wonderful and the terrain is beautiful. I imagine Sumatra is a wonderful place to visit and explore when in its prime. The best parts of our flights are during this return to Banda Aceh along the coast where we look for stranded and suffering small groups of people. When we find a group we land (or hover) near by and give away a couple boxes of bottled water and food that we had retained from the previous delivery. Today we picked up a family with two injured kids. Two young boys probably around 5-8 years old. One had a broken leg and a broken arm...the other a broken arm. We picked them up and took the family to Banda Aceh for medical attention. En-route the aircrew (both second class petty officers) administered first aid and splinted the broken limbs and started an IV drip for the youngest boy. At Banda Aceh the Navy medical personnel met us and stretchered our the wounded family.

Other countries operating helicopters and/or fixed wing assets out of Sultan Air Force base (really just a small single runway community sized airport) are Singapore, New Zealand, Germany, and Britain. The multi-national force is quite impressive but it still doesn't seem like enough. VAQ-131 is actively participating in the effort at Banda Aceh. During the first few days of relief operations CDR Ted R. "Bench" Williams acted as the main Naval Liaison Officer and ground coordinator before more structure could be established.

The moral on board is really good. There is tons of media on board including Dan Rather and Dianne Sawyer (spelling?). Each night press come to the ready room to interview pilots and aircrew. That leads me into another thing that the Lincoln is helping with. On most flights we take a media representative or two (or Navy photographers) who take pictures of the relief efforts as well as the devastation. Our Intel office on board is developing a "photographic map" of the western coast of Sumatra to help aid later reconstruction efforts and better determine where supplies must be inserted via helo because they are not accessible by vehicle (due to a 50%+ loss of roadway and 90% loss of bridges) along the Sumatra coast.

I will conclude. Please pass this along to who you'd like. I will also forward this to CDR Williams and Jessie Stensland (of the Times). I love you and thank you for your frequent emails.

Love,
Scott "



 

Thursday, January 06, 2005

SUSUDIO BAM-BAM YOYODYNE

SUSUDIO BAM-BAM YOYODYNE


Yesterday I asked if anyone could identify Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono. To me, it sounds like it could be an Indonesian law firm suing hotels in Banda Aceh for exposing tourists to the tsunami, or maybe a menu item at a Pan-Asian restaurant.

But no, just as, in 2000, George W. Bush didn't know who the prime minister of Pakistan was, I didn't know that Mr. Yudhoyono is the president of Indonesia.

It reminded me that it always takes a while for cultures to get used to each other. Today, in the US, if your name is Gallagher or Greenberg or D'Agostino or Lee, those names sound American. A hundred years ago, those would have been the names of immigrants, people thought to be smelly, and disgusting, and not quite human.

This occurred to me as I was reading about Sikhs in New York who are fighting to wear turbans as they work for the MTA and as traffic cops. I thought about how there was a Miss Universe several years ago -- from Thailand, I believe -- who was quite lovely, but whose name (Porntip) always threatened to send me into giggle fits. I'm still trying to absorb the naming conventions of Muslims and Arabs; I am embarrassed to admit that I cannot separate any of the 19 September 11 hijackers by name, except for the relatively simply named ringleader.

And now here's Mr. Yudhoyono, who has a fearsome task ahead of him, in a country with a population not much less than that of the US, a GNP nowhere near that of the US, and a natural disaster with a death toll 30 times that of the September 11 attacks. And all I can do is mock his name.

Someday, perhaps, I will get past how his name sounds like a demented combination of a Genesis tune, a Flintstones character, and the name of the company building the interdimensional rocketship in Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension, but until then, I'm just another western geek who can only say with pride that I have devoted more attention to the tsunami disaster than I have Janet Jackson's "wardrobe malfunction." So I'm only *slightly* less scummy than most Americans.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

RAMA LAMA DING DONG

RAMA LAMA DING DONG


Okay, without Googling this, can you identify Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono?

Answer tomorrow.

I SHOULDN'T FEEL THIS WAY, BUT I DO

I SHOULDN'T FEEL THIS WAY, BUT I DO

Ah, Non Sequitur! Wiley Miller just makes me so proud to be opinionated!

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/uclickcomics/20050105/cx_nq_uc/nq20050105

Monday, January 03, 2005

IF I HAD JUST ONE SUPER-POWER...

IF I HAD JUST ONE SUPER-POWER...

I haven't decided yet whether it's worse to get spam on my personal email account or at the office. But I do know that it's just wrong that this sort of stuff gets to my office in-box. Judging from the fake email address (and I hope some spam-skimming program catches it from this blog and destroys the server from which it emanates), they've got some serious problems in Germany.


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OUT OF SRI LANKA

OUT OF SRI LANKA

Got that holiday season depression? Post-holiday blues? This'll wake you up.

One of the space salesmen at the office has a son who made a nice bit of change while helping out at Cranium (or maybe he didn't, but I've got to think he did) and decided to take a year off and travel around the world.

Last week, he was staying at the beach on Sri Lanka.

The salesman -- Chris Chrisman -- was worried initially, but received a quick email from his son the day after the tsunami made the news, and was relieved that Jacobe was okay.

Today Chris offered to share Jacobe's email describing the event. I'm going to reproduce it here intact, typos and all, because that seems to be the most authentic way to reproduce it. Naturally, I urge you to do what you can afford to do to help, because this is an amazing event that will leave behind it more shattered lives than the 9/11 attacks, or Columbine, or Oklahoma City, or any American event you can think of.


Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 08:11:49 -0800
To: Mike Flynn
From: Chris Chrisman
Subject: RE: Out of Sri Lanka, Safe in Katmandu, but off to Everest tomorrow...

This is my son's describing the tsunami that hit Sri Lanka.

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>From: "Jacobe Chrisman"

>Subject: RE: Out of Sri Lanka, Safe in Katmandu, but off to Everest tomorrow...
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>From: Jacobe Chrisman [mailto:jacobec@msn.com]
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>I really, really want to thank everyone for their support and generous offers to help me get out of Sri Lanka.
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>Thankfully I gathered most of my gear and most importantly my passport, cash and credit cards so I was very lucky and got a flight out of Columbo. Things are not so pretty there right now I hear. I know a lot of you wonder what my experience was like and I ve decided to just attach a portion of the journal I keep on my travels. I apologize for the poor grammar and sporadic ramblings as I wrote most of it in the jungle right after the tidal waves hit. I m also attaching a few pictures that I took that might help as well.
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Mike's Note: I wish I were able to post these pics. Maybe someone who has a Mac running System 7.6.1 can tell me how.



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>Sunday, December 26, 2004  Somewhere in the Jungle above Hikkaduwa, Sri Lanka
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>I am now sitting in the jungle just above Hikkaduwa with about 5 other people writing this. I can t believe how lucky I was today. I m so thirsty, so thirsty.
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Copyright © 2005 by Jacobe Chrisman. (Chris tells me that Jacobe had planned to write a book about his journey; keep your eyes out. Jacobe will return to the US in August.)


Okay, now I dare you to complain that your latté doesn't have enough foam.