Continued travails in Swedish…

There are two kinds of Swedes in the winter. One kind is moody, depressed, melancholic, alcoholic, and as a result not too productive. But most people here are the opposite—aggressively positive—and it amounts to a victory over adversity, in any case over adverse weather.

[Insert jibe here about how if you really want a taste of winter you should move to New York, which is observing arctic temperatures this week while Sweden coasts along in solid positive single digit temperatures.]

But back to these Swedes and their mood-altering society. Aggressive optimism is the state religion here. Every single FM station has a playlist that rotates the same 30 impossibly boppy songs—the Ketchup song is still number one, a whole six months after taxing everybody’s sanity by being anointed Europe’s summer song; and the Russian lesbian teen duo Tatu has a popular ditty that everybody no doubt listens to for its complex rhythmic qualities.

And there are gobs of holidays. Besides Christmas and New Years, there is Santa Lucia, where a lucky child gets to put candles in her hair and light them. I’ve only recently heard the story behind it: Apparently, Saint Lucia used to bring food to fellow Christians hiding underground in Roman times. She had her hands full so she wore candles on her head to light the way in the dark catacombs. Eventually, she was caught so they tried to drown her, but couldn’t, so they tried to burn her at the stake but she wouldn’t, and this was the miracle that made her a saint. Eventually they just killed her with a sword. Some miracle.

Swedish—the language—also betrays a different approach to sexual mores (maw-rez). Whereas the sentence “Magnus loved his wife” is not normally considered ambiguous in English, a Swede knows better and will demand more information. If you say “Magnus älskade sin fru” you are indeed saying he loves his own wife; but if you say “Magnus älskade hans fru” you are talking about somebody else’s wife, perhaps his best friend’s, Petter.

But back to why anybody lives here at all. One reason I found out all by myself. Another I read about. First, I’d like to say what a wonderful world a world without rot is. Things here don’t rot, they don’t fall apart, they don’t get eaten by bugs or maggots or taken over by the jungle or disappear into a swamp or dissolve into rust. It does wonders to one’s quality of life. (The one notable exception is their fish, but that’s done on purpose. It must be a fetish—yearning for something you don’t have).

Second, it turns out that in the days before modern transportation, Swedes enjoyed a 6-month competitive advantage versus the rest of Europe in that their transportation was much, much more efficient during winter. Whereas the rest of us had to wade through muddy roads on uncomfortable carts, the Swedes simply sledded everywhere, getting to places with much less friction and effort.

Woops, it just got dark again.

Mean to me

I came across this quote on a Baghdad blog and it got me thinking:

“the West won the world not by the superiority of its ideas or values or religion but rather by its superiority in applying organized violence. Westerners often forget this fact, non-Westerners never do.”

Before we all start dissing this as anti-Western propaganda, it’s worth noting the author of that truism is Samuel P. Huntington.

It is of course entirely possible that the West won through superior use of organized violence AND that it had superior values over the “non-West”, but I think this unlikely. The claim of moral superiority, although made by the West for centuries now, is conceivably true only recently.

When was it that the west acquired these superior moral ideas? Not in 1900, when colonialism by the Europeans and a policy of hemispheric domination by the US made such a notion laughable from a modern perspective. And if elections were held then, women and minorities and the poor were disenfranchised.

Only over the past 50 years could a case be constructed for moral superiority, primarily vis-à-vis the Soviet Union. And even then ends justified the means, in Vietnam, in Grenada, in Chile… Jeane Kirkpatrick famously explained why. If you don’t agree with her, then the West became virtuous only in the last 12 years, in part also because it is opening up its markets to imports from developing countries.

It seems to me that the things we celebrate about the West are a result of a successful completion of a two-stage process. The Greeks first invented democracy, but kept the definition of citizen conveniently narrow. So which is more monumental: The notion of democracy, or the notion of democracy for everyone? The democratic credentials of the US constitution, or the humanist Declaration of Human Rights? The latter, obviously. The former, while a clever bit of thinking, was never intended to give the vote to blacks or women.

So, granted, now we have a virtuous West, but one which reached its epiphany largely at the expense of others. The unfortunate result is that a portion of the globe has decided to reject the fruits of the West’s philosophical evolution because it cannot bring itself to separate the means used to reach this achievement from the achievement itself.

And I’m not just talking about the Taliban. Talk to any French activist student or half-arsed Marxist and you get the same suspicion. They still believe that democracy and free markets are shells used by the US and Europe to achieve world domination.

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The universe as Greek salad

A Greek physicist decided to use some of her mother’s cuisine tactics and may now have discovered the theory of everything. Fotini Markopoulou Kalamara has developed a framework for combining relativity and quantum theory that is much more elegant than string theory, because it does not presuppose space and matter but instead gives rise to space and matter, as we’d hoped all along a theory of everything would do. (Her original paper is a humbling experience). Also, it’s testable. And it’s based on the work of Roger Penrose, who is a bit of a colossal genius.

But the most interesting bit, which is not stressed in the Scientific American article, is that her solution is functionally equivalent to calling the universe a quantum computer, and that is awfully close to what Wolfram has been braying about in A New Kind of Science.

So it’s plausible that it’s all finally coming together now, and that soon we can all die happy.

Personally, I would be very pleased for a Greek to end up discovering the theory of everything. This would more than make up for the 2 millenia of wrong science that was inflicted upon humanity by her fellow compatriot Aristotle. And I was wondering if anyone has her phone number.

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Sullivan's New York Times watch watch

Andrew Sullivan raises a very interesting question, but inadvertently so, in the process of another rote excoriation of the New York Times. (It’s easy—link to their corrections page and proceed to foam at the mouth). Since Sullivan doesn’t archive his output (unlike the New York Times) I’m posting the relevant bit in full:

THE TIMES VERSUS ISRAEL: I pointed out in my New York Sun and Washington Times column today that a New York Times story yesterday reported the capital of Israel as Tel Aviv. Here’s the official correction:

An article yesterday about a man accused of having tried to hijack an El Al plane en route to Istanbul from Tel Aviv on Sunday referred incorrectly to Tel Aviv. It is not the capital of Israel; Jerusalem is.

Two things to note. If the Times’ editors need to, they can make a correction within a day. So why do they delay for weeks sometimes on factual matters that are just as simple? Second: how did someone make this mistake? This isn’t very sophisticated fact-checking. There are two explanations: the Times doesn’t even have basic reporting skills any more or ideological aversion to Israel was a part of the problem. Or both. And to think this was once the paper of record.

It’s fine for Sullivan to call Jerusalem the capital of Israel. Bloggers are meant to be opinionated. But it helps if they are rational. Which is why it’s a little rich to demand that the NYT behave in a manner befitting a “paper of record” but then insist that it treat as fact something that is the subject of a highly charged political debate.

For it is a fact that only three countries currently recognize Jerusalem as the capital of Israel: Israel; Costa Rica; and El Salvador. The US and every other western nation have wisely decided to delay their decision on Jerusalem—East, West, or Greater—as the capital of anything until final status talks are concluded. Hence the embassies in Tel Aviv.

In the US, Congress has repeatedly pressed Clinton and now Bush to relocate the US embassy in Jerusalem, most recently in the bill authorizing the State Department’s budget for 2003. But both presidents have made it clear that US policy remains unchanged.

The NYT did get it wrong when it called Tel Aviv the capital of Israel. The foreign embassies there might lead the shoddy journalist to assume this, when in fact their location is provisional, with a view to moving to Jerusalem as soon as they get the green light.

But it is the NYT correction that raises the interesting question. The paper has now stated, for the record shall we say, that Jerusalem is the capital of Israel. (And you’d think Sullivan would be a little more appreciative.) If newspapers are supposed to be neutral on such matters it would have sufficed to omit the two last words of the correction. If newspapers are expected to toe the line of their own government’s foreign policy it would have sufficed to omit those same two words.

Or perhaps we should expect the US paper of record to side with the foreign government on such mattters, as a matter of policy. There is one precedent that I can think of: Burma being called Burma by the US but Myanmar by the NYT.

My own take on this is that the New York Times has decided to become the newspaper of record for Costa Rica.

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Bob Bartley looks back

“Optimism pays” are the concluding words of Bob Bartley’s going away speech, and it is certainly true he has just given us his own optimistic first take on his 30-year tenure as editor of the Wall Street Journal.

I’d like to be charitable towards this piece. All the evidence suggests that he is a genial and personable fellow, who has honorably served the Republican cause in the marketplace of ideas all these years.

But that does not mean that the ideas he fought for are any good. And sometimes, the battles he chose damaged the credibility of the Journal—as with the decade-long Whitewater/Foster conspiracy theorizing.

But nobody has a perfect track record in the harsh light of hindsight. This is why it would have been perfectly OK for his valedictory speech to have been more explicit about where he now thinks he was wrong.

Granted, on some issues it is possible to agree to disagree:

I am indifferent to the minutiae of the arms race in the 70s, and while I think mutually assured destruction worked just fine (unlike Bartley), it is not as if we had a controlled experiment to try other approaches.

Likewise about economic policy in the 80s: Supply-side economics came at the cost of unsustainably huge budget deficits that cost the Republicans a presidency. And it is a policy the republicans are not about to try again, eventhough they now have every opportunity.

But then, in the 90s, I think Bartley mishandled the entire Clinton Presidency. And he still doesn’t know it:

President Clinton’s sin was the same as President Nixon’s: not the burglary but the lies, not the sex but the lies.

Last I checked burglary was a crime but not sex, even the extramarital variety. It’s just outlandish to continue to suggest that Clinton’s crimes are anywhere near the severity of Nixon’s. And that is why the American people didn’t support Clinton’s ouster, not because

Without the public passion aroused by the [Vietnam] war, judges and journalists and opposition politicians would never have had the stomach to unseat a sitting president. In normal times, this is not something the electorate would allow. The electorate takes the optimistic view.

Then there is Whitewater. Bartley doesn’t mention Vincent Foster, and it is a telling ommission, because it was the recurring theme of the opinion page in the 90s, one that endeared it to the orthodox among the believers, but which lost it the middle ground (let’s call them the rational readers). Bartley’s speech would have been a good occasion to admit that yes, it was all tilting at windmills; and yes, had he jettisoned the Foster obsession early on he would have had more influence to bear on issues that matter more.

But he is absolutely right about one thing. Things today are better than they were 30 years ago. And you don’t have to be an optimist to see that. But I also believe that many of the problems in 1972 were self-inflicted (let’s say 3 out of 4: stagflation, Watergate and Vietnam, but not communism, which with hindsight was a paper tiger anyway). Today’s terrorism is not a self-inflicted problem. But pollution risks becoming one in the coming decades. And unless the journal changes its tune on this issue, it will make sure it does. When it comes to the environment, there is no reason to believe optimism pays.

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Meaner Streets

The hype for Scorcese’s Gangs of New York is ratcheted up a notch, and I for one hope it’s all true. Except for one little detail. In the interview, Scorcese says how he was struck with the similarities of what was going on in New York in the 1860s and on September 11, 2001. I see little similarity beyond the location. Is he is trying to say that the World Trade Center attacks are just another case of two tribes having a go at each other? If so, isn’t that a little relativist? Which tribe is supposed to mirror the west in the conflict–the Catholics or the Protestants?

Or perhaps we are meant to equate the violent poor–both the nativists and the Irish–as the losers of history as they are superceded by a more complex, modern society. This happens to have been the case, but there is little similarity between an outcome where extremists are trodden on, as in the second half of the 1800s in NYC, and where the extremists did the trodding, as on September 11.

I demand that this movie be much more complex than that. I really want to love it.

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d'Estaing's Child

I was in New York all last week, which both explains the relative scarcity of posts recently, and the vehemently pro-unfettered-movement-of-goods-and-labor stance of the next few posts.

It is time to stand up and be counted in favor of Turkey’s accession to the EU.

French ex-President Valery Giscard d’Estaing said 10 days ago that Turkey should never be a part of the EU, for two main reasons: Not enough of it is in Europe; and it does not have a Christian heritage.

What French ex-Presidents say is not usually important, for good reasons. But VGE is in charge of writing a presumptive EU Constitution, and it seems he is so intent on granting EU citizens rights via cultural and religious prerogatives that he is in danger of ensconcing the European identity in an ethnocentric, exclusive definition designed to outwit the aspirations of the Turks. To this end, he had an audience with the Pope recently, in which the pontiff and VGE no doubt patted each other on the back.

Nevermind what I think of people who should have retired from public office long ago but instead are still meddling in the affairs of a world they will not have to live in; in their rush to disbar Turkey, both the pope and VGE have forgotten their history. Turkey does have a Christian heritage, one that spans from Roman times until the fall of Constantinople in 1453. That’s a millenium’s worth of old-school Christianity, which is more than anyone should be forced to bear. But perhaps the pope maintains that it was the wrong kind of Christianity.

If VGE gets his way, the EU will define itself according to criteria which countries cannot choose themselves. Countries cannot choose a heritage. Countries cannot choose a physical location. They cannot choose a religion. But they can choose freedom of religion. They can choose freedom of speech, free elections and a market economy. These are the ideals that should define Europe—these are our successes over the past 50 years. VGE’s vision is exclusionary; a throwback, however feebly, to the old nationalist myths that sustained the fascist regimes of Europe’s past. And Le Pen approves.

Putting it more starkly: Saying that Muslim countries cannot be good European citizens is saying, not too subtly, that Muslims cannot be good European citizens. In fact, Muslims can be model European citizens.

Just last week, Turkey went out of its way to show us this. It peacfully transferred power to a democratically elected Muslim government that will continue to pursue EU membership by aligning its laws to that of the EU. The death penalty is already out. The press is newly free. Cyprus is about to be resolved (!). And now VGE wants to take away the carrot.

D’Estaing’s preference for an exclusionary stance rather than an inclusionary one is telling. It is the stance of a Europe in decline, either too smug in its arrogance or else taking a defensive posture in a world in which it feels besieged. I don’t know which it is, nor do I care, but it is an attitude I wish Europe would snap out of. The willingness of Turkey to join the EU is a massive compliment. By rejecting Turkey, Europe would be behaving as a snobbish high school clique rejecting the uncool newcomer.

But I’m afraid that Fortress Europe is an idea whose heyday is just around the corner, and as usual, a Frenchman has best verbalized the rationale for this particular odiousness.

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Al Italia

I’ve just come back from a hectic week in New York so it is time to catch up.

First off: That protest march in Italy. What a bunch of idiots. Avanti Saddam! But I’ve got to give it to him, he’s managed to do what no government in Europe has ever managed to do: turn fervent lefties into pro-nuclear weapons marchers. Manuel was there:

All in all, the Social Forum gave anyone with a grievance an excuse to take a roadtrip. Angry at the Italian state for supporting Fiat’s closing of the Termini Imerese plant? Come on down! Pissed at Berlusconi for supporting the war in Iraq? Come on down! Support the PLO? Come on down! Like to smoke hash in public? You must come down to Florence and march!

It was great! 500,000 people engaged in collective whining.

That's a moray

I think I first came across the word ‘awry’ when I was 10 or so, probably during the month that summer when I did nothing but read The Lord of the Rings. The meaning was clear enough from the context, but how to pronounce it? I decided to apply logic. Since ‘tawdry’, ‘bawdy’ and ‘tawny’ all had the accent on the first syllable, so it was with ‘awry’. aw-ree.

This is how I said the word, often enough, for 15 years, happy to pepper my conversations with the slightly off-beat adjective. And everybody nodded knowingly whenever I asserted something had gone aw-ree, including such notable pedants as John/Eurof.

Then, one day–I believe it was at a halloween party in Washingon, DC–when, dressed up as the Taliban (hey it was 1995, they were funny then), I used the word on Tanya Epstein.

“Oh, you mean a-wry?” she said.

“No, no, aw-ree.”

A survey was conducted. Everybody said a-wry. She was right of course.

And last week, I found another such word.

Elise Galaty asked me, “what’s another word for morays?”

“You mean, like the eels?”

“No, like the social custom.” She spelled it for me.

“Oh! mors.”

“No, no, morays.” She was right, of course: ‘mores’, as in society’s prevailing moral attitude, is pronounced morays. It does not rhyme with s’mores, that tasty marshmallow snack.

But the question remains, what did John/Eurof think I was saying every time I chided him over the years with “where are your mors?”

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