Wednesday, January 19, 2011

There are no stupid questions

Improving Teachers:
The Gates Foundation hopes that further research will see such reforms replicated elsewhere. In seven districts, including Hillsborough, the foundation is testing methods for measuring a good teacher. Researchers are trying to answer teachers’ questions about whether such a feat is possible—are observations biased, for example, and can one isolate a teacher’s effect on a students’ progress?
Well... Can one isolate a teacher's effect on a students' progress?

The answer is an echoing Yes..es.....es.......es. Is everybody listening? Wait... what was the question? How can we isolate students so we can determine a teacher's progress? Was that it? I can't find my notebook... I just had it.

Okay, here's the plan, really simple, you'll have no problem keeping up:

1) Put each unit student in a cage. A few non-negotiable cage requirements: light and sound should find this cage to be impregnable. Otherwise, design away... dare to dream.

2) Each student has only one keeper teacher. This is, quite obviously, essential. If more than one person has access to the cage dweller, how will we reliably and accurately attribute effect? Yes... I know, we couldn't. So remember... only one teacher.

See? Nice and easy. Finally, when crappy teachers are confronted about the !PROGRESS! of their students, their tired mantra — "Who? Oh... right, I think she's in my 3rd period" — will no longer fly.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Yep... he's crazy. All is well.

The will to attribute cause is very strong. Traverse the intranet to the cacophonous melody... why. did. he. do. it? The multivocal chorus follows a simple rhythm: to whatever one doesn't like, one attributes blame. Don't like guns? Then gun laws. Don't like angry talk? Then angry talkers. e-t-c-e-t-e-r-a...

As any decent human being would, thinking about J.L. Loughner leaves me dejected. As shitheads swarm to label Loughner "crazy" it becomes disgustingly obvious that this young man has carried that. very. label. for some time. This could not be easy.

To attempt to make some sense of the world, to think, to play with ideas, to speak one's mind... and then — oh, then — to recognize your label: anathema to the social body, a nuisance... a problem. Fuck. I watched the kid's youtubing... the kid is at work. Playing with his newly acquired ideas, trying something... thinking. And fuck if that isn't the worst thing imaginable. Crazy, they say. They mean: I don't understand and I'm uncomfortable.

It seems that the boy, one auspicious afternoon, had a eureka moment... language is referential! Words, from a certain angle, don't really mean anything. But, but, but... the cave dwellers don't want to hear that bullshit. They want some other bullshit, something the kid wasn't selling.

The kid has me upset because I think I know his pain. My days are dotted with these kids, the misfits.  And Jesus will be damned to Hades if loud mouthed shitbirds won't find a way to crush the oddball. Because we have work to do. Dope him up and stick his ass in a cubicle, or a padded room — whichever minimizes resistance. Fucking J.L. Loughner. Poor bastard. He did a terrible thing.


Thursday, January 6, 2011

That sounds about right

The Pentagon prioritizes:
About $70 billion of those savings — found through operating efficiencies and cancellations of weapons systems — are to be reinvested by the services into personnel and quality-of-life accounts, as well as into weapons purchases and weapons modernization.  
Smart. This reminds me of one of my better investments:

I took the startling wad of money I pocketed by canceling a few toilet paper systems and re-invested it in toilet paper purchases and modernizations... just wish I had done it sooner.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

While watching a Capital punch a Penguin...

I enjoy ruminating over mixed messages (which is, essentially, a misnomer). Power coerces, and the mixed message provides concealment... no no, look at my other hand, Power insists.

At Compulsory Social Conditioning — CSC or, as it is more commonly known, school — I like to ask the kids: Why are you told (repeatedly and ostensibly sincerely) that violence should not be used as a means to resolve problems? Or, more colloquially, why are you told, "Violence is not the answer". I'll grab the hand brake at this point and ask the kiddos to "define" violence — this takes forever because the kids can't speak clearly (the ULTIMATE, ahem, GOAL of making noise) and when they do it's often nonsense... but we slog on.

So — we return to the question — why does CSC teach you to reject violence? I mean (I'm baiting them here) The great arbiter of All Things, Thee State, employs a backbreaking load of violence... right? So... why can't you to lift the proverbial rock and smash it on the head of your proverbial brother?

Now, the kids are familiar with the company line. Some kid will speak about the goodness of the judicial process, World War II absolutely gets a mention (sometimes violence is the only option, says the parrot) someone will blather on about the necessity of punishment for those who break the law... bingo! The bait taken. IOZ, an adroit composer, foe' sho':
Even if one admits to the necessity of punishment, a necessity that I find categorically problematic to begin with, then the only decent attitude is regret. To see punishment as an affirmative good is to be on the side of the barbarians.
While in a post-work wandering stupor, I walked into a mugging. Pleasantries were exchanged, and I came out of it with a broken eye socket and a few less dollars... unscathed! Seriously. No scars. No problems. In fact, I enjoyed months of sympathy (I was in college, working in a ritzy eatery. My fellow workers put together a "sorry you got pistol-whipped" fund... I came out on top). Anyhow, many of my friends were angered by my nonchalance towards the bad guys... why wouldn't I be out for blood? I was wronged! Beaten and robbed! Surely, those fuckers needed to be punished. Yeah, maybe. I remember considering, had the bad guys been caught (which they weren't) would I help prosecute them? I never came to a resolute answer, but now, I'm rather sure I would not. I don't want to hurt anyone, and what else is prison? The youngish men who mugged me were total shitbirds. I'm not inviting them over for dinner, fuck em'. But to participate in their incarceration? Why?

To ensure they can't mug another? Hell, how would I know they would mug another?
To deter others from robbin' and beatin'? I'm not an accredited social scientist... I don't know about such things.
For revenge? Nah... sounds stupid.

Compulsory Social Conditioning loves bullshitting. Like the parent who, upon watching one child hit another, screams: Say you're sorry! Hmm... just say the "right" thing and we're all good here. Somehow, punishment has become the right thing for so many: and it is loved, revered, deified. Punishment is Good. Kill Bradley Manning! We need it. And to suggest otherwise is to be a fool, or worse, an agitator.

Stay where you are, agitator... Power will see you in a moment.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Selective Application

"The apparent selective application of the law to these individuals undermines Russia's reputation as a country committed to deepening the rule of law."
                                                                          — Committed Deep, Hillary Clinton

"And obviously we're going to look at past practices. And I don't believe that anybody is above the law. On the other hand, I also have a belief that we need to look forward as opposed to looking backwards. "
                                                                          — Prez Barry Two Hands

Take a few minutes, consider just how stupid this image is
To pretend — or blindly assume — that our American legal system somehow is not selective (and I'm not even just talking about the universal "free pass" that is anything 9/11 related... no, I'm talking about our day-to-day police to prosecution to judgment activities).

Even if one argued that THE SYSTEM isn't systematically selective (which, of fucking course, it is), how could you get around the unavoidable truth that each individual within THE SYSTEM operates very differently. Take Barry Two Hands as example # 1, I mean... if you spoke with more than one police, prosecutor, or judge* this would be self-evident... and this isn't a "bad" thing, goddamn it. As Andrew Bird reminds: Just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor at all.

*Admittedly, I've never conversed with a judge

Monday, December 27, 2010

For my next trick, I'll make pornography wildly popular and readily available!

It could be a Zen koan: if everybody in the class gets an A, what does an A mean?
The answer: Not what it should, says Andrew Perrin, a sociologist at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill. “An A should mean outstanding work; it should not be the default grade,” Mr. Perrin said. “If everyone gets an A for adequate completion of tasks, it cripples our ability to recognize exemplary scholarship.”
Cripple our ability to recognize exemplary scholarship? Uh-huh. Allow me to indulge in a well-known maxim: One cannot do what is already done. 

The grade is — by design, mind you — bullshit. Keep in mind, the following conversation took place before the advent of the so-called Digital Age:

Tell me professor, how well did my boy grasp dem' Eco-nomic theories? 
Well, I'm thrilled whenever a parent takes an interest in their child's education. Have you read the syllabus and assignments?
Of course not.
Oh, uh, okay... well, let's start by reviewing his first assignment — to get some idea where he started. Next, we'll read his mid-term and final, tracing the evolution of his understanding...
Right, um... I'm not interested in the class, I just want to know how well my boy is doing.
Yes, but you'll need to understand the coursework in order to get some sense of the assessment.
(quietly mutters, "shit") Yeah, ahem...it's just that I, uh... I've a lunch, uh, meeting I need to get to — totally forgot, but I can't miss it — can you summarize it for me?
No, not really...
How about you just give it to me on a scale of 1-10, eh? Where does Junior rank?
Compared to what, how would this scale work?
Aw Hell, I don't know, whatever... you tell me
Um, I don't think a numerical scale will work? That would just simplify the matter, it wouldn't mean anything.
How about letters? "A" is first, so that would be the best, and —
Yeah, that's still, essentially, the same as your 1-10 idea...
Dammit, this is taking forever. Just say good or bad... how should I feel about my son's Progress?

It is never too late to not really give a shit

Headline asks:
How Cheap Is an Iraqi Life?
The thorny debate over compensation payments and why it matters to the U.S. war effort
You will, I'm sure, understand my confusion... hadn't these questions long since been asked (yes) and answered (very cheap)? Curious, I read Will Oremus' article (Don't follow that link, lazily, I'll be reprinting most of the content — which the good folks at SLATE index under the heading: Foreigners: Opinions about events beyond our borders) knowing fully that SLATE is a silly entertainment rag akin to every popular online periodical.

When the sub-headline contains "debate" we've been tipped: the writer is going to attempt to "report"... his opinion, ostensibly, will be withheld. Let's see what happens:
In 2007, an Iraqi civilian from Baghdad filed a claim for damages against the U.S. Army. In the paperwork he completed, he explained that his son Wa'ad had been driving a taxi one February morning and was on his way home to refuel when a passenger flagged him down. Moments later, a U.S. tank stationed half a mile away opened fire, hitting the taxi with two missiles. Wa'ad was found burned to death inside.
The Iraqi asked the United States for $10,000 in compensation: $5,000 for his son's death, and $5,000 for the ruined taxi. The claim was more or less typical of the thousands filed by Iraqis against the United States under the Foreign Claims Act since the war there began in 2003. Many were denied, often based on technicalities. But this man was among the luckier ones: The United States paid him $2,800 for son and taxi combined.
So far, the good stuff is jammed into a bag of vague (e.g. the claim was more or less typical; Many were denied, often based on technicalities), but that's okay, our headlines didn't prepare us to expect an analysis of the claims Iraqis filed or the process for which those claims were approved or denied — it can be taken for granted that "technicalities" are grounds for dismissal (which reminds me of the play I'm writing, America: King of the Pedants).
Military officials acknowledge that such "condolence payments" don't capture the full value of a lost civilian life. They are intended, according to a 2007 report to Congress by the Government Accountability Office, as "expressions of sympathy." They are by no means to be taken as an admission of legal liability or fault, the report notes.
The GAO report tells me that exactly what I expect the payments to be (an admission of liability or fault) is precisely what they are not... because there is another word wedged in there, isn't there? Legal. Not to be taken as a legal admission of liability of fault.
But in an era of counterinsurgency, in which civilian "hearts and minds" have become high-value targets, fair compensation has begun to matter more. That has raised an awkward question for U.S. military leaders: Just how much is an Iraqi or Afghan life worth?
Attaching a monetary value to human life might seem offensive to some. But it's routine in many nonmilitary contexts. Economists and actuaries have developed sophisticated metrics for assessing the price of a life. Some are based on an individual's projected lifetime earnings. Others extrapolate a figure based on a person's own financial valuation of the risk of death. For instance, if an employee requires $700 in hazard pay to assume a 1-in-10,000 risk of death on the job, she is valuing her own life at $7 million.
The move to explain-away concerns that "attaching a monetary value to human life might seem offensive" is a classic. Take something that seems undesirable, and lend it familiarity... this will help us see just how perfectly normal and natural it is... nothing to see here
In fact, $7 million is roughly the "statistical value of life" used by the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency in formulating regulatory policy. Other U.S. agencies use similar numbers. Yet compensation payments for those who die tend to be much lower in the United States and elsewhere. Especially elsewhere. U.S. soldiers killed in battle merit a "death benefit" of $500,000. In contrast, most condolence payments to Iraqi and Afghan families are capped at $2,500. Still, if that seems like a stingy response to the combustion of one's son, it's actually pretty generous compared with pre-2003 practices by the United States and other countries. The fact that Washington is offering such payments at all represents a break with hundreds of years of military history.
How Oremus goes is beginning to get interesting. We've been told that the EPA (a good progressive institution), and other U.S. Agencies, count noses to a tune of 7 mil per (hilarious). Then, we are told a K.I.A. American soldier is compensated/rewarded 200 times more than the dead Afghan/Iraqi's maximum value. Clearly, our boy with the keyboard is going to continue his Cash-For-Corpses analysis without bothering to ask any (how did he phrase it?) awkward questions... nothing to see here.
Under international law, the killing of civilians is not a war crime, as long as they are not the object of the attack—and as long as the expected civilian death toll is not "excessive" compared with the value of the legitimate military target. So for decades, the families of civilian war victims got nothing at all. As novelist Kurt Vonnegut wrote in Slaughterhouse-Five, (Tee Vee's note: the link is to Amazon, don't bother finding a free to read copy) a reflection on the Allied fire-bombings of Dresden in World War II, "So it goes."
Not only was such "collateral damage" considered permissible, it may have even been used for strategic purposes in some cases. In 1943, two years before the deadly Dresden bombings, Allied military leaders issued the Casablanca Directive, establishing as a major priority, "the undermining of the morale of the German people to a point where their capacity for armed resistance is fatally weakened."
More recently, the United States has treated civilian casualties as something ideally to be avoided, though not at the cost of major military objectives.
Goddamn I love me some international law! I mean, as long as the dead citoyen wasn't the object of the attack, we're all good. How THE LAW makes sense of intent and effect is a source of endless entertainment. For those of you who have been either indicted or convicted of Attempted Murder, you're well aware of the prison sentence that follows. But... actual murder (when good wholesome war murder is the determined intent), no problem, y'alls good.

As for our man Oremus... what is he up to? He references Vonnegut and SH-5 and the book's refrain, "So it goes." I paused, and reread. "So for decades," Oremus estimates, "the families of civilian war victims got nothing at all." And then he drops the Vonnegut quote. Huh.
Marc Garlasco was chief of "high-value targeting" in the Pentagon in the run-up to the Iraq War. He says his superiors would tolerate collateral damage up to a point: 30 deaths, to be exact. In analyzing which targets the United States could strike in its opening "shock and awe" campaign, Garlasco says he was instructed to authorize anything that could reasonably be expected to kill fewer than 30 civilians. Any more than that, and the attack would require a personal sign-off from Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld or President George W. Bush. "I don't know why 30 was considered the high," Garlasco says. "I don't know why they picked 30 and not 20, or 40, or 100."
Garlasco's Wikipedia page is enjoyably lurid. A Der Spiegel story recounts:
Garlasco watched as the bombs landed, precisely on target, and exploded. He threw his arms up into the air and yelled: "I just blew up Chemical Ali!" Two weeks later, he stood corrected. Ali Hassan al-Majid has not been in the house, after all. Instead of killing Chemical Ali, the bombs took the lives of 17 innocent people.
Needless to say, since the 17 dead bodies were not the target (they were just standing on the bull's-eye), Garlasco wasn't bothered with prison, instead he took a job at Human Rights Watch (perfect... isn't it? Not perfect, you say? Did I mention he "left" Human Rights Watch because collecting Nazi memorabilia remains uncool?). As for the previous question: Why 30? Instead of another number? Because, when everything is quantitative, you gotta pick a number. You gotta have a standard. Something. Anything. To make it appear like you give a fuck and know what's up — WE HAVE A PLAN. Thirty didn't receive enough objections... that's why thirty.


A few more to peek at, then I'll wrap up:
Many experts believe that focus returned with the publication of a new Counterinsurgency Field Manual in 2006. One of its precepts was "first, do no harm"—a maxim more commonly associated with medical ethics than military operations. The goal of a counterinsurgency campaign, it noted, was not only to subdue the enemy but to secure the environment for local civilians. Garlasco was part of the team that reviewed the manual before its publication. And he wasn't the only one from outside the military establishment. "Guys like Petraeus hooked up with Sarah Sewell from the Carr Center for Human Rights at Harvard," he says. "The Red Cross was there, Human Rights Watch was there."
Alright, Oremus, now you're really pissing me off, you under-handed fuck. Garlasco is, quite obviously, not from "outside the military establishment." Must I replay the "I just blew up Chemical Ali!" Quote?
The new approach has increased pressure on militaries to attach a higher value to civilian lives. Exactly what that value should be remains in dispute.
There is a growing sentiment, however, that a $2,500 condolence payment is too low. A June report by CIVIC, the nonprofit Campaign for Innocent Victims in Conflict, argued that the current system may insult more people than it mollifies. That's not just a money issue; it's also the result of opaque procedures and inconsistent implementation, the report found. Many people file under the Foreign Claims Act only to find that it doesn't cover combat-related damages. Those are handled under the more informal condolence payment system, in which unit commanders have broad discretion to grant or withhold compensation.
Will we bother to ask why the Foreign Claims Act doesn't cover combat-related damages? No? Why would the military "informally" (read: minimal acknowledgment/paper trail) render judgment and payment? Not going to ask that question... volumes spoken.

It likely doesn't help when Iraqis hear about things like the recent settlement between their government and American citizens who were abused by Saddam Hussein in the first Gulf War. According to reports, Iraq agreed to pay $400 million to the several hundred Americans who had filed claims alleging torture and psychological trauma.
Huh? He doesn't exactly comment on this, ahem, discrepancy... but he does include it... which is notable. Oremus is getting warmer...
At first blush, any substantial increase in the payments to families of civilian casualties in Iraq and elsewhere might seem prohibitively expensive. The Defense Department reported spending more than $30 million on condolence payments in Iraq and Afghanistan between 2003 and 2006. Raise the cap to $10,000, and it's conceivable the United States could have been on the hook for upward of $100 million. That's a large amount by most measures—though it pales next to the $1.12 trillion the United States has spent on the war effort as a whole.
COLDER! Fucking Oremus. His style is truly charming. If we drop 10k on each dead body, we'll be "on the hook for upward of $100 million"... and that doesn't even include future murders!
Yet even CIVIC isn't advocating spending that much. In a recent phone interview, Executive Director Sarah Holewinski said just standardizing and simplifying the claims process could make a big difference. She bases that on her experiences in Iraq and Afghanistan talking to residents who have lost loved ones to stray coalition fire. "Obviously they're incredibly upset, and if they don't receive any sort of apology as to why their family has been harmed, then they get angry, too," Holewinski says. "The best thing you can do is apologize, investigate what happened, give some sort of explanation"—and then offer compensation. It doesn't have to capture the person's full economic value, she adds. Often it's the thought that counts.
Even CIVIC? Well then. A few beautiful euphemisms. Stray coalition fire. Bullets fly pretty fucking straight, no? No mention of bad aim or gross negligence... just stray.
Not everyone in the military establishment is ready to concede that hearts and minds have become more important than blood and guts. In a Washington Post op-ed last month, retired Air Force Gen. Charles Dunlap wrote that reducing airstrikes in Afghanistan to spare civilians was counterproductive.
"[D]on't believe the claim that civilian deaths automatically generate more enemies," he wrote. "The Taliban itself has disproved that theory. Although insurgents caused almost 76 percent of civilian deaths, according to a U.N. report published in August, Taliban strength is reportedly nevertheless increasing."
Read that shit again for me. The Taliban theory of violence for power has an advocate, his name is Chucky Dunlap. Kills = Increased Strength
If he's right, then perhaps the United States wasted the $2,800 it awarded to Wa'ad's father. After all, this was a man who saw his son reduced to rubble by U.S. forces and responded by dutifully filling out some forms. Asked to list in detail what property damage he had suffered, he wrote: "I lost my son without any reason. He was my helper in these hard circumstances." It's possible he wouldn't have held a grudge even if the United States had paid him nothing. Then again, if Wa'ad's life isn't worth anything, some might question why American troops are still in Iraq at all.
This, is journalism, I suppose. At the end, remember to repeat two different points of view — without displaying clear preference for either — and voila: unbiased, respectable journalism.


But, Oremus' article doesn't do much to proliferate possibility. Rather, he leaves us with only one glaring question — and don't you fucking dare reshape the question. Does giving money to the families of the murdered help America's military machine? Fuck that question.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Where is this relationship going?

The deadliest group of Taliban fighters in Afghanistan has not conducted a complex large-scale attack in the capital city of Kabul for seven months, its momentum stymied as elite American-led commandos have escalated raids against the militants’ bomb makers and logisticians. But in a testament to the resiliency of the fighters, the so-called Haqqani network, and a nod to the fragility of the allied gains, the White House is not trumpeting this assessment.
Jeebies... seven months? Without attacking? Looks like dem' dare boys are fucking with The Program. If they stop fighting back, things might get... you know... weird.
To help offset the withdrawal of some troops from isolated outposts in the east, NATO has increased surveillance drone flights and positioned 68 tethered balloons with cameras and other sensors along the border with Pakistan, a senior allied official said.
68 Balloons with cameras and other sensors... hmmm.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Fun Game

There are holiday traditions in my life. One of them is to make up a stupid game (designed for the holiday minimalist). If you're like me, your mail is hilarious. This year's game —Mystery Mail, a simple game — offers a range of pleasures and surprises. Here's how it goes:

You Need:
a) Friends (3-5 ish in number)
b) Spirits (more on that in a moment)
c) Your mail (Your good stuff... whatever that might be. You must (I insist on this detail) black out all exterior info: addresses, logos, post mark)
d) Music (Four Tet is your best bet, but anything in the post-something electronic genre will suffice)


How Does it Work:
a) Throw mail in a bag (not plastic, you degenerate)
b) Reach into bag, extract one item, open it, read it (this is where much of your fun ensues, mailspeak is hilarious... preferably, your friends aren't stiff aloud readers, we're looking for some spunk here.).
c) Do not read who it is addressed to. After reading, everyone — except for the reader — guesses who the recipient is (you write this down, secretly, of course). Points are awarded. Keeping score is optional, go with it or without...


When to Play:
In the morning. Which allows us to return to an earlier component: cocktails. Simple champagne cocktails play well, coffee and bourbon for a well-oiled crew.


Where to Play: 
Like always, a well-lit room (wink and nudge to this guy... the dedication to his subscribers I'd like to second). Daytime darkness is unhealthy, evidently.

Enjoy.