Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Now that Barack Obama has more or less sewn up the Democratic nomination for President, you are going to start to hear a slew of stories about the next big dramatic event in the Presidential race - selection of the Vice Presidential candidates. Already, you might have caught news stories about John McCain inviting potential VP candidates to his house for a Memorial Day barbeque. As the last few Democratic primaries play out, you'll hear more and more stories speculating on whether Obama will offer the VP slot to Hillary Clinton as part of a deal to get her to leave the race. Regardless of what you hear, you should keep in mind that it doesn't matter. As this post at The Plank says: "[T]he evidence indicates that running-mate selections usually have zero impact on election outcomes, even in the running mate's home state." So feel free to ignore all the news stories that breathlessly speculate on all the possibilities, typically illustrating their points with bar graphs and poll data and quotes from inside each campaign.

Speaking about Vice Presidential candidate speculation, I read a story about Jim Webb, one of the leading Democratic VP possibilities, that made me not just enormously disappointed but also repulsed by someone whom I had admired until quite recently. One of the major knocks against Webb as a VP candidate is that he has made questionable comments about women in the past. I didn't quite realize the extent of his questionable comments until I read about the specifics of them in this post on Matthew Yglesias's blog, by guest poster Kathy G. In a 1979 article arguing that women don't belong in the military, Webb declared that no senior female in a leadership position at the Naval Academy won her rank by merit, thereby impugning the accomplishments of every female midshipman and throwing fuel on the smoldering resentments of a vocal minority of disgruntled midshipmen. This article had a very real effect on women at the Academy. Kathleen Murray, a 1984 Naval Academy graduate, said, "This article was brandished repeatedly. [Men] quoted and used it as an excuse to mistreat us." More recently, Webb has tried to minimize the sexual abuse of women by Navy and Marine officers in the Tailhook scandal, placing the blame on "social engineers" who were insistent on ever-increasing sexual mixing in the military and on feminists who seized upon the Tailhook scandal to attack military culture.

I hope that, for everyone reading this, I'm merely stating the obvious when I say that the time has long since passed when it was questionable whether women should be in the military or whether women should be officers in the military or whether women should have equal status to men in the military. It's amazing to me that people still argue, quite vociferously, that that's not the case. I have a feeling that 25 years from now, long after openly gay people will have been allowed in the military, there will be similar situations where hardline military folks, typically from traditional military families, will make ludicrous arguments about how much better the military was when the gays weren't messing everything up. Just like 35 years ago, I'm sure there were people arguing about how much better things were when blacks and whites were separated in the military. Like I said, it's discouraging that these things have to be fights. I don't claim to be more enlightened that anybody else, but when you're doing dangerous, difficult, stressful work, then it seems to be that anybody who can get the job done should be welcomed and accepted whether they are a person of color or whether they have boobs or whether they share their bed with a person of the same sex.

Monday, May 26, 2008
Below is Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah". Andrew Sullivan posted a number of different versions of the song on his site last week, and at the end of the week he linked to an essay that discussed the circuitous path this song took before it became embedded in our popular culture. Basically, the Jeff Buckley version below is a cover of a John Cale version of the song that itself was a cover of a Leonard Cohen's rendition of the song at a 1988 concert. Leonard Cohen's original version of the song, done in the 60s, was much different and little noticed. It was Buckley's version that started to achieve popularity and that was the basis for most of the later covers. The song was featured in The O.C. and Scrubs and Shrek, and now is a recognizable pop culture touchstone. The "sad montage" song is what the essay describes it as. Anyway, Memorial Day is as fitting a time for a sad montage as any, so enjoy "Hallelujah".


Sunday, May 25, 2008
Basketball Players
Some of my students found out about this blog, and since then the traffic to the site has gone up 5-10 fold. The biggest hits seem to be the pictures on the front page... I guess it's surprising for my students to see their physics teacher hanging out with friends drinking beers or dressed up like a punk rocker for Halloween. Anyway, I've neglected this blog for a while because I've been busy but, maybe even more than that, I haven't felt like writing anything. We've had a pretty exciting Democratic nomination campaign, and while I was and am a Barack Obama supporter, I really didn't have opinions much different than you could have read regularly, and more eloquently spoken, on sites like Talking Points Memo or The Plank. I've been going through the Jane Austen canon at the suggestion of one of my students, but I don't know that I have much to say about them. I've read Jane Eyre, which, since it was written by Charlotte Brontë, does not fit well into the Jane Austen oeuvre, but is very Jane Austen-like. I also read Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice, both bona-fide Jane Austen books, and pretty soon I'm going to start on Emma. They're all good books, but I don't have much to say about them. What I have been planning on writing about, since I found out my students have been reading this site, is why I got into science and what I think is great about science.... And maybe I'll get to that sooner or later, but my own personal journey into science isn't really a conversion tale so much as a gradual drift dictated more by inertia than passion. Which is for the best, I think. Passions go out as quickly as they are inflamed. But finding something you're good at and sticking to it is not something that's easy to come by, and it's worked out well for me. Anyway, anything I wrote about science could not come close to Carl Sagan's The Demon-Haunted World, so any students who want to know why I or anyone else would want to go into science, or why the Academy insists on all students knowing all sciences, would do well to read that book. Now that I've spent 10 or more sentences talking about what I'm not going to write about, it's probably about time to talk about what I am going to write about, or even better, maybe I should write about what I am going to write about. Well, what I'm going to write about is what I'm doing this weekend. A few weeks ago, one of my students was telling me how she went and played basketball. Actually, it was the same student who recommended Jane Austen. And it got me to thinking about when I was growing up, and I stunk at basketball. Actually, I didn't stink at basketball so much as I never really played, so whenever I did try to play, I had no idea what I was doing. But one summer I decided I would get good at basketball, so every day I would go to 2nd Street Park and shoot layups and shoot jump shots and shoot foul shots. I'd run back and forth up and down the court and dodge pretend defenders, twisting at the last moment and ending up on the wrong side of the hoop and making a backwards layup. I'd pick a time to practice when nobody else was there, so that I could get good before playing with other people. Finally, after doing that for a while, I started playing pickup games with my friend Bob BeHanna and some other guys. I wasn't the best player, by far, that was Bob, but I was good enough to where I had to be captain of the team that Bob wasn't on or the game would be a blowout because having me and Bob on the same team was too uneven. On my best days, I was the best player on the court, but because I never played real basketball but learned all on my own, my fundamentals were terrible and I did things so awkwardly that I could be really bad as easily as I could be really good. Anyway, I quit playing basketball when I went to college, and the last few times I tried to place it was ridiculous. I was embarassing. So, what I'm going to do tomorrow is go out early in the morning and shoot some baskets in a park down the street from my apartment. I don't know if I'll ever get really good again, but I miss shooting baskets and pretending to dodge defenders, and it'd be a nice way to blow off steam, so I want to give it another try. I have tomorrow off because it's Memorial Day, so it's as good a time to start as any.