Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Inglorious English

Most languages around the world have some elements of irregularity — words and phrases that don’t follow the rules. But linguists say that English is the most irregular of all.

The sentences below are nice examples of one particular irregularity in English: words that are spelled the same, but pronounced differently and have different meanings. They make it much easier for native English speakers to see what the fuss is about. Read them out loud for the full effect…

The bandage was wound around the wound.

The farm was used to produce produce.

The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

We must polish the Polish furniture.

He could lead if he would get the lead out.

The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.

A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.

When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

I did not object to the object.

The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

They were too close to the door to close it.

The buck does funny things when the does are present.

A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.

To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

Then there’s the English idiom. All languages have idioms, but linguists say that English idioms are the craziest of them all…

There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth, beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese?

One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

And why doesn’t “Buick” rhyme with “quick"?

Godless

I just finished reading “Godless: the Church of Liberalism” (by Anne Coulter), and it was both surprising and what I expected.

The expected part was Ms. Coulter’s trademark rapier wit, which will have anybody who’s not clinicly disturbed both wincing and laughing. Her barbs are mainly (but not entirely!) directed at liberals, so those who are not of the liberal persuasion will doubtless find it much more entertaining. As always, I’m in awe of Ms. Coulter’s ability to sneak a zinger into the most unlikely places. One example: in this book’s discussion of radio-carbon dating, she calls it an excellent tool for determining Helen Thomas' actual date of birth. Oooh, ouch! But I laughed out loud at that one…

The surprising part was the last few chapters of the book, which are all about Ms. Coulter’s skeptical views of Darwinist evolution. Knowing that she is a devout Christian, I expected those chapters to be ideological, faith-based rants — and therefore of little interest to me. In fact, those chapters are anything but that sort of rant. They raise interesting questions about the validity of evolution that I don’t have the expertise to answer — I’ve always just accepted evolutionary theory as the consensus view of science, and presumed that it was backed with the same rigor as (say) our understanding of chemistry or physics. Ms. Coulter makes the case that in fact evolution is not backed up by the evidence.

A point she makes repeatedly is that if it’s true (as evolutionary theory asserts) that new species evovled gradually, then the fossil record should have many examples of those intermediate forms — and those fossils have not been found. For example, if it’s true that early squirrels evolved into bats (as evolutionary biologists currently believe), then where are those half-squirrel/half-bat fossils? I can’t poke any holes in this point — every possible explanation I can think of for the absence of intermediate fossils seems unreasonable, and without any evidence I’m aware of.

Ms. Coulter also uses the squirrel/bat example to make another point: the unlikeliness of many presumed evolutionary paths. In this case, evolutionary biologists posit that the short wrist and finger bones of the early squirrels gradually elongated into the wing bones of bats. She asks a good question: how on earth could having these longer and longer bones ever have done those posited (but never seen in fossils) squirrels any good? And evolutionary theory says that they must have been beneficial mutations, else they would not have survived and prospered…and eventually become bats. Interesting question, and I know of no plausible answer.

Even with my limited knowledge of evolution, I caught Ms. Coulter on one error: she criticizes science for not having observed any speciation since they started looking about 150 years ago. The fallacy there is a question of time: 150 years is a tiny, tiny fraction of 2 billion or so years that life has been evolving on Earth (assuming evolution is correct). It shouldn’t be surprising that we haven’t witnessed speciation in such a small time period.

It’s an interesting and entertaining book, and I’ll recommend it — especially to anyone who enjoys the unrestrained display of a first-class wit…

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Oh, No They Don't!

Tip o’the hat to JimM:

A Simple Thank You

Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together. After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who’d been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home.

No, he responded.

Heading out I asked?

No. I’m escorting a soldier home.

Going to pick him up?

No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq. I’m taking him home to his family.

The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn’t know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier’s family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days. I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do.

Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign."

Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American.

So here’s a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do.

Stuart Margel — Washington, D.C.

Jim also included links to the two pictures below, first and second place winners in the 63rd Pictures of the Year International competition. They are not photos of the incident described above, but obviously of a very similar one. The comments are the photographer’s (Todd Heisler of The Rocky Mountain News):

When 2nd Lt. James Cathey’s body arrived at the Reno Airport, Marines climbed into the cargo hold of the plane and draped the flag over his casket as passengers watched the family gather on the tarmac. During the arrival of another Marine’s casket last year at Denver International Airport, Major Steve Beck described the scene as one of the most powerful in the process: “See the people in the windows? They’ll sit right there in the plane, watching those Marines. You gotta wonder what’s going through their minds, knowing that they’re on the plane that brought him home,” he said. “They’re going to remember being on that plane for the rest of their lives. They’re going to remember bringing that Marine home. And they should."

The night before the burial of her husband’s body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of 'Cat,' and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it,” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted."

I think she was right.

Crime Map

An interesting new service went live yesterday here in San Diego County: an interactive crime map. And miracle of miracles (considering that it’s a government effort), the thing actually works quite nicely.

The image at right shows the zip code where I live, and the crime incidents of the past three months. There are simple tools available to zoom and pan the map, and very basic information on each incident listed.

After generating the map above, I spent some time looking at other areas in the county, to see how our area compares. Conclusion: I live where the angels live. Within a one mile radius of my home there wasn’t a single crime report in the past 90 days — but just about anywhere else in the county would find somewhere between a dozen and hundreds of reports.

I think I’ll just stay home.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Hot Weather Treat

Actually I have this dish quite frequently — it’s one of my favorite warm weather snacks (or meals, if you eat enough of it!). It’s easy to make, cold, very digestable, and tasty:

Tom’s Hot Weather Food

Ingredients:

— one or two (depending on size) good eating tomatoes, chilled

— one can of chilled garbanzo beans, best quality you can get (they vary widely)

— half cup or so of frozen corn (optional)

— two or three tbsps of tarragon — fresh if possible, finely minced just before use; otherwise dried whole leaves powdered just before use. This is important!

— two or three tbsps of good olive oil (don’t be cheap here!)

— splash of basalmic vinegar (optional)

— fresh ground pepper and salt to taste

Prepare the tarragon, salt, and pepper in the bottom of a bowl large enough to hold the entire concoction. Then cover with the olive oil and mix thoroughly. Set aside (or make in advance; you’ll get even more of that lovely tarragon flavor). Dice the tomatoes into eatin' sized chunks. Throw the tomatoes into a strainer to drain them. Dump the garbanzos out of the can on top of them, to drain them too. Dump the whole mess into the bowl with the olive oil and spices. Throw in the corn, if you want it. Splash a little basalmic vinegar onto it, if that sounds good. Mix it all up. Eat it.

I just finished this meal…yum! And now I’m headed off for a nice, big glass of cabernet…

Demo Done!

But no thanks to this rotten tool that I was not very optimistic about. No, that thing turned out to be even more useless than I feared — both because of the lawsuit-mandated low mass, and the particulars of our laundry room.

We were told this house was built in 1982 (we bought it in 1999). But judging from the fossils we found under our tiles, and the primitive nature of the glue that held them down (closely resembling the more viscous portions of the La Brea tar pits), I’d say our old laundry room tiles were laid in the late Cretaceous Era. Enough time has passed so that the tiles had themselves mineralized, and had become one with the concrete.

So in the end I dragged out my trusty air hammer, put my biggest chisel bit in it (just one inch wide), and hammered off all 150 square feet of tile. Oh, my aching arms!

But it’s done. Debbie cleaned up while I hammered (which was a huge help), and we got it all done in just four hours. Now for the cleanup!

Friday, July 14, 2006

Common Ground

Put down your coffee, now!

Even in the middle of war, it is possible to find common ground:

A U.S. Marine squad was marching north of Faluijiah when they came upon an Iraqi terrorist, badly injured and unconscious. On the opposite side of the road was an American Marine in a similar but less serious state. The Marine was conscious and alert and as first aid was given to both men, the squad leader asked the injured Marine what had happened.

The Marine reported, “I was heavily armed and moving north along the highway here, and coming south was a heavily armed insurgent.

We saw each other and both took cover in the ditches along the road. “I yelled to him that Saddam Hussein is a miserable, lowlife scumbag, and he yelled back that Ted Kennedy is a good-for-nothing, fat, left wing liberal drunk."

"So I said that Osama Bin Ladin dresses and acts like a frigid, mean-spirited lesbian! He retaliated by yelling, Oh yeah? Well, so does Hillary Clinton!"

"And, there we were, in the middle of the road, shaking hands, when a truck hit us"

Tip o’the hat to Judy R…

Calendars

An old-fashioned paper calendar — the kind with a page for each month — hangs on my office wall. Just now I happened to glance over at it, and … the page that’s showing is for March! Well, at least it’s for this year!

But that got the ponder going, because not so very many years ago I was completely dependent on such calendars (or a daily diary, or other such planner). And now I (obviously) rarely use one. What’s happened?

For me, the first thing that happened was electronic organizers (such as the Palm Pilot). When those gadgets first got really usable, back in the mid '90s or so, I “adopted” one. I used them for years, even though keeping them synchronized (with Outlook’s calendar, a must in the corporate world) and writing with that silly little stylus was a real pain in the butt. The benefits made it worth the trouble, especially the fact that I could easily carry my schedule around and at the same time make it visible to all those I worked with.

But for the past year or so, I’ve stopped using the organizer. I still have one, but I haven’t powered it up for quite a while. I experimented with various other things, all of them complete flops, until my recent discovery of Google Calendar. I’ve been using it for a few weeks now, and I’ve been more than just pleased — it is, for me, almost a perfect solution. Because’s Google Calendar is web-based, I can share my calendar with anyone I care to. I can keep multiple calendars, for different purposes. I can get to my calendars from anywhere in the world, so long as I have web access. It sends me email reminders when its time to do something (and it will send them to my cell phone, if I want it to). I don’t have to worry about backing it up, or any other kind of maintenance — Google does it all for me. And best of all, it’s absolutely free.

So my Norman Rockwell paper calendar just sits there on my wall. There’s not a note of any kind on it — it’s completely pristine. And maybe in another four or five months, I’ll look at it again. Meanwhile, I’ll click on over to my Google calendar to see what I’m supposed to do today. Oh, yeah — work!

Thursday, July 13, 2006

A Fine Speech

When visiting the Villainous Company blog yesterday morning, I came across the transcript of this speech — a riveting, must-read talk given by General Lehnert, the Commanding General of Marine Corps Installations West. He gave this speech on July 5, to the Military Affairs Advisory Council here in San Diego.

You really don’t want to miss it. The contrast between the General’s hard-headed pragmatism and the typical politician’s limp-wristed pandering is a fine thing to behold…

Transcript of General Lehnert’s July 5, 2006 speech:

Good morning ladies and gentlemen.

Eight days ago, I was present in the audience when Tom Brokaw addressed the 2006 Stanford graduating class. After the initial pleasantries and one-liners, Mr. Brokaw said something unexpected.

He told the class that they were the children of privilege, fortunate to be attending one of the finest educational institutions in the country, the anointed because they had both the test scores for admittance and parents who were able to afford their tuition. He noted that they could likely expect rapid advancement in almost any endeavor they choose and that they were destined to lead the most powerful country in the world.

The class was beaming.

And then Brokaw reminded them that the liberties and freedoms they enjoyed were being defended by young people their age that did not have their advantages. That at this time thousands of men and women were fighting, dying and suffering debilitating injury to ensure that the rest of us could live the American dream.

There was an uncomfortable shifting in the seats, followed by slow but growing applause from the audience.

When we sent my son to Stanford four years ago, we filled out a form asking for demographic information. One of the questions for the parents said, what is your profession? After it was a list of about thirty professions including doctor, lawyer, congressman, educator, architect. Military was not listed so I filled in “other"

My son was the only graduate who had a parent serving in the armed forces.

As I was introduced to his friends parents, it was interesting to watch their reaction. Few had ever spoken to a member of the military. One asked me how my son was able to gain admittance with the disadvantage of having to attend “those DoD schools”. Many voiced support for our military and told me that they’d have served but clearly military service was not for their kind of people.

This year of the so-called elite schools, Princeton led them with nine graduates electing military service. Compare that with 1956 when over 400 of the Princeton graduating class entered the military. Most of the other Ivy League schools had no one entering the military this year.

I wonder how many of you know the young people who are serving today. I won’t embarrass anyone by asking for a show of hands to ask how many really know a young enlisted Marine who has been to war.

I am going to try to give you a better feel about those who serve our nation.

Our Marines tend to come from working class families. For the most part, they came from homes where high school graduation was important but college was out of their reach. The homes they come from emphasize service. Patriotism isn’t a word that makes them uncomfortable.

The global war on terrorism has been ongoing for nearly five years with Marines deployed in harms way for most of that time. It is a strange war because the sacrifices being levied upon our citizens are not evenly distributed throughout society. In fact, most Americans are only vaguely aware of what is going on.

That isn’t the case aboard the Marine bases in Southern California where we see the sacrifice everyday as we train aboard those open spaces that you covet for other purposes.

Many of our Marines are married and 70% of our married Marines live in your communities, not aboard Marine bases. These Marines coach your soccer teams. They attend your places of worship. They send their kids to your schools. However, in many ways they are as different from the rest of the citizens of Southern California as my son was different from the rest of the students at Stanford.

One of the huge differences between the rest of society and our Marine families, is when Marine daddies and mommies go to work, some of them never come home. The kids know that. The spouses know that. Week after week we get reports of another son, father, husband who wont be coming back. During the past four years, over 460 Marines from Southern California bases have been killed by the enemy. 107 more have died in Iraq and Afghanistan due to accidents. 6500 have been wounded, some of them multiple times.

You will never know or meet Brandan Webb age 20 or Christopher White age 23 or Ben Williams age 30. They were all assigned to First Battalion First Marine Regiment, Camp Pendleton, California. They were some of the Marines who died this week out of Marine bases in Southern California.

Last Friday, we hosted a golf tournament at Camp Pendleton to raise money for wounded Marines. There are a lot of expenses that the government cannot legally pay for from appropriated funds. The people who attended the tournament genuinely wanted to help and we invited a couple of dozen wounded Marines to golf with them. As I watched the teams leave for a shotgun start, I saw three Marines sitting by themselves and went over to talk to them. Clearly they’d been told by their chain of command that this was their appointed place of duty. They were sitting in the sun chatting, probably not unhappy with the duty but mildly uncertain as to why they were there.

I asked them why they wern’t golfing and they said that they’d never learned. No one in their families ever played golf and that this was the first time they’d ever been on a golf course. I asked them how many times they’d deployed. One of the young men had just returned from his third deployment and had been wounded every time. The others teased him for being a bullet magnet. I asked him if he was going to stay in and he thought for a moment what to say to a general and he said, “I think I’d like to try college. No one in my family has ever gone."

I asked these Marines if I could buy them a beer. They looked at me and smiled. One of them said, “We can’t ask you to break the rules sir. None of us are 21 yet."

They seemed much older. As I left them I wondered about a policy that gives a young man the power of deciding who will live and who will die but wont let him drink a beer.

I thought about these young Americans who had never shot golf but had shot and killed other men in order to carry out foreign policy.

On the 10th of August we will open a wounded warrior barracks at Camp Pendleton. Few taxpayers dollars were used. We were able to raise the money through the Semper Fidelis fund to house those Marines who no longer need to be hospitalized but who suffer debilitating injuries and need follow-on care. Heretofore, when regiments left for the war, they left their non-deployables behind. These Marines often had to live in WWII era barracks with open squad bays and gang heads down the hallway. Those having limited mobility found it difficult and uncomfortable. It was no way to treat our wounded warriors. We’re fixing it.

Mira Costa College. Though deployed soon after signing up for college, he took his textbooks to war. Last month he received Mira Costas highest award for academic excellence, the Medal of Honor for Academic Excellence.

Brendan described studying pre-calculus while fragments from explosions struck the sandbag shelter he was in. Brendan lef the Corps this week and has been accepted to the University of California Los Angeles to study math and economics.

Later this morning I’ll be meeting with educators across the California University system. We are trying to make California more veteran friendly. California hosts 40% of the combat power of the Marine Corps and 40% of the Marine veterans who leave the Corps do so out of Southern California bases. 96% have participated in the Montgomery GI Bill and are eligible for benefits but only a small number enter the California University system.

That’s because California, unlike other states did not provide any veterans preference or even reach out to veterans. These combat veterans score in the top 50% of their age group, are drug free and morally straight but are lost to California and return to other states that aggressively work to attract them.

Several months ago, I along with senior leadership of all the Services, met with Governor Schwarzenegger and told him that California was not an education friendly state for military veterans. To his credit, he is trying to change that and this meeting today is a natural outgrowth of his support.

In Iraq, the media talks about the casualties. They seldom report the successes. I don’t think that this is intentional. It is just more difficult to quantify progress and reduce it to a sound bite.

Some of you may recall almost exactly two years ago when a four man sniper team from 2nd Battalion, 4th Marines was killed on a rooftop in Ramadi. It made news because sniper teams aren’t supposed to get ambushed and because an M40A1 sniper rifle was now in the hands of the enemy.

Over the next two years, that rifle was used against Americans and we wanted it back. Last week, a 21 year old Marine sniper from 3rd Battalion, Fifth Marines out of Camp Pendleton obseved a military aged male videotaping a passing patrol of amphibious assault vehicles near Camp Habbaniya. After radioing the patrol and telling them to stay low, the Marine watched the man aiming a sniper rifle that looked remarkably like his own.

He killed the enemy sniper with one round to the head. Seconds later, another insurgent entered on the passenger side and was surprised to see his partner dead. That hesitation was enough time to allow Sgt Kevin Homestead age 26 to kill the insurgent before he could drive off.

When the Marines went down to inspect the scene, they saw that the sniper rifle was one of their own. It was the same M-40A1 sniper rifle looted from the 2/4 sniper team exactly two years earlier.

We are making progress in Iraq. The Iraqi Army is more capable each month. In the Anbar province we have brought the 1st Iraqi Division - the most capable of the Iraqi formations - to the former British RAF base of Habbaniyah - between Fallujah and Ramadi. We are standing up the 7th Division. In Baghdad, Iraqi brigades own parts of the city and are reporting directly to the US Army Division commander as component units.

The Iraqi Police are the essential element - and the most difficult challenge. In an insurrection, the insurgent specifically targets the local security elements of the government - because they are essential to maintaining control via interaction with the community, intelligence gathering, and law enforcement against petty and organized crime, traffic control. These police units are having good success in places like Fallujah. Ramadi is a different kettle of fish. Some of the police departments haven’t been paid in months and the intimidation campaign is in full force.

My Chief of Staff, Colonel Stu Navarre formerly the Commander of the 5th Marine Regiment told me this story. One day in December, the Ramadi Police Dept Operations Officer (#3 in the pecking order) did not come to work. When we inquired, he told us that the day before his 10 year old son had been kidnapped fter school and transported to the north side of Ramadi. He was called by the kidnappers and advised of his son’s location. When the Operations Officer arrived at the location, he found his son alive, with a note pinned to his shirt, “If you go to work tomorrow, you will never see your son again. We know where you live.” I wonder how many of us would show up for work with that kind of intimidation.

Your fellow Americans in uniform in Iraq and Afghanistan are doing a superb job in the most dangerous places on earth. They believe in what they are doing. The majority of the sergeants, corporals, and privates enlisted after 9-11.

They knew what they were signing up for. They want to deploy in defense of the nation. We are sending best leadership to the combat zone.

Service in Iraq/Afghanistan has become the norm for our Marine and Army leaders, and an essential part of their experience/qualifications for advancement.

Finally, the American people have continued to demonstrate an unprecedented level of support for their fellow Americans in uniform - as well as the understanding that these young men and women are executing the policies of their elected representatives.

Reconstructing an entire nation takes time. Think about our own experience during the American Revolution. Despite having a homogeneous nation with no incipient insurgency, it was thirteen years from the Revolution to the ratification of the Constitution. We seem to have forgotten that it takes time to build institutions.

Introduction of a stable, representative form of government in Iraq is revolutionary in its impacts on the region and the world. Iraq is at the center of the Mid-East, the Arab world, and Shia Islam. Iraq has been, and will continue to be a major producer of natural resources - especially oil. It is at the center of the chess board. Iraq separates two sponsors of terrorism - Iran and Syria - and with Afghan istan - isolates Iran. It is no coincidence that Muammar Qadaffi has sensed the change in the wind and sought to distance himself from terrorism and WMD and become a legitimate player in world politics.

The Iraqis are capable of running Iraq.

Today, thousands of young Iraqis are lining up to become soldiers and policemen - despite constant, highly lethal attacks on recruiting stations, police stations, and army checkpoints. Concurrently, there is no more dangerous job than being a candidate for office or an elected official in Iraq. We should not underestimate the absolute danger to any Iraqi that steps up to plate for law, order, and progress. The enemy is absolutely committed to winning. For him, there is really no other option. He also understands that the center of gravity is the commitment of the American people.

One of my major concerns is quality of life issues for our Marines, Sailors and their families. We are making significant progress but we have a long way to go. We are building 1600 more homes at Miramar to give our Marines and Sailors decent places to live. California is a beautiful State. It is also extraordinarily expensive and we are the gypsies in your castle often driving 50 or 60 miles one way to because those are the only places that our junior Marines can afford to live.

We are replacing worn out World War II vintage barracks that we make our single Marines live in. When I took over, I visited some of the open squad bay barracks at Camp Horno in Pendleton. A young Marine corporal and veteran of the fighting in Iraq looked at me and said, “Sir, I lived better in Fallujah.” That hurt but he was right. A couple of weeks later I had a chance to talk to the Commandant and tell him the same story. I told him that at the rate we were replacing barracks, we wouldn’t have decent enlisted quarters until 2036. To his credit, he listened and we now plan to have them replaced by 2013.

This won’t come without a cost because the Marine Corps doesn’t get more money to build barracks, we have to realign our priorities and not buy other things that we need. It was a significant decision by our senior leadership but the right thing to do.

With our Navy partners we are going after Pay Day Lenders. Pay Day Lenders are the parasites found outside of our military bases in Southern California who pray on young Marines and Sailors because the lenders know they are uninformed consumers. Pay day lenders take avantage that California has some of the weakest laws in the country. In North Carolina, pay day lenders are limited to 36% annual percentage rates of interest. Here in San Diego we regularly see rates of 460% and I have seen rates as high as 920% being charged legally against our service members. Service members go into a cycle of debt. Ultimately because we expect our Marines to be financially responsible, their ability to reenlist, compete for good jobs and keep a security clearance is effected.

Let me be clear. Pay day lenders are not providing our Marines with a service. They are parasites, bottom feeders and scumbags. One of them sent me a note recently telling me that he was a member of an honorable profession and that I should back off. He told me that a pay day lending institution had been found in the ruins of Pompey after Mount Vesuvius erupted. I responded to him that archeologists also found a whore house and that antiquity did not bequeath virtue. It is a shameful practice.

We also recognize that military leaders have a responsibility to educate our service members and their families about sound money management. We are doing that. We are using our base papers, information campaigns and personal intervention to tell them that there are alternatives to the pay day lending institutions.

Both the State and Federal legislatures have heard our message as well and there are bills making their way through the process to significantly curtail the excesses of payday lenders.

I know that many of you came here today to find out what I would say about the airport situation at Miramar.

So as not to disappoint you, let me be clear.

The Marines came to Miramar ten years ago as a result of a BRAC decision and four subsequent BRAC rounds determined that the interrelationship of the Marine and Navy bases in Southern California provided a capability that was unmatched anywhere in the country.

The Marine Corps uses its bases as a projection platform for combat power. 25,000 Marines from California bases are presently deployed in harms way and over 3,000 of them are from Miramar.

Through the years, we have accommodated our neighbors development needs. Often we allowed infrastructure that was unpopular elsewhere but vital to the community. San Diego’s primary landfill is located at Miramar. A nuclear generation facility sits aboard Marine Corps property at Camp Pendleton and powers 2.2 million Southern California homes. We want to be good neighbors and work hard at it.

We examined the proposal for joint use of Miramar carefully, provided all data requested and saw that data ignored. Joint use does not work at Miramar. Thus the real issue is whether you want a civilian airport at Miramar or Marines.

If you want us to leave, you should say so. However you must understand that no matter what names are used to describe us in the Union Tribune, the decision whether or not to leave does not rest with the military leadership in Southern California. It rests with your elected leaders and most of them have clearly put defense needs above local requirements and said no to Miramar. The decision rests with the appointed civilian leadership in the department of defense. They’ve said no as well.

Sadly this controversy has effected local civil military relations. There is no way you can sugar coat it or pretend otherwise. But we are here. If our leadership tells us to leave we will. We will take our Marines, our families, our wounded and if necessary we will dig up our dead. However right now our leadership says we stay. And whether or not we remain in San Diego, the Marine Corps is committed to protecting your liberties and your freedoms.

We know that this is a difficult issue. We know that we have many friends in San Diego but we also know that we have others who see the economic potential of development of the military installations. They say that they love the military but would rather love them somewhere else than in their backyard.

If you take nothing away from this talk, I’d hope you understand and appreciate what a remarkable group of young people currently serve in your Armed Forces today. Want to know what Marine Generals talk about when we are together? We talk about what a remarkable privilege it is to lead these extraordinary Americans.

I started by mentioning Tom Brokaw. His book coined the phrase, The Greatest Generation” and our nation responded in kind. Twenty years from now we may recognize that this young generation currently serving has the same qualities of greatness.

On the battlefield today are future CEOs of corporations, university presidents, congressmen, state governors, Supreme Court justices and perhaps a future president of the United States.

Take the time to meet one of these young people. You wont be disappointed.

OK, I’ve talked long enough. I’d be happy to take your questions.

General Lehnert is the CG of Marine Corps Installations West

Well said, General. It’s very refreshing to hear an adult voice from someone in a leadership position…

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Oh, Those Marines!

Take a good, hard look at these Marine helicopters. See anything that inclines you to hysterical laughter?

Now that’s my idea of great camouflage!

Accident or Crime?

Consider these events:

Joe is a young man, a college student, and by all accounts hard-working, honest, and just plain pleasant to be around. His several girlfriends adore him, and his fellow students tend to think Joe will be one of the class’s success stories.

Joe is a fun-loving guy, and this past July 4th he had a party at his house in a rural area just outside the town of Jamul. Right after he and his guests ate their all-American barbeque dinner, they went out on the patio and sang a rousing and heart-felt (though not very competent) rendition of “The Star-Spangled Banner”. Joe punctuated each stanza by firing his rifle into the air. Then Joe and his guests went back inside to watch a soccer game on TV.

A half mile from Joe’s house, Sam and Sophie live in a little bungalow with their two kids. Sophie was outside watering the patio plants, when a rifle bullet fell from the sky, penetrating her skull and killing her (and her unborn baby girl) instantly.

Police traced the bullet to Joe’s rifle.

The story above is fiction, but I wrote it as background for this question: how should Joe’s actions be thought of and treated — as an accident or as a crime? My fictional story deliberately avoided anything to do with cars, because somehow we seem to think about deaths and injuries involving cars differently than just about anything else.

To me, this is a no-brainer: Joe knew darned well that firing a gun is dangerous, and that injury or damage could result. But he made the choice to fire his gun anyway, despite knowing the danger of doing so — the epitome of reckless behavior. My own take would be that Joe should be held fully accountable for his criminal action that resulted in Sophie’s death — this was no accident.

Judging from the comments to my posts about the very similar issues that arise in the case of Jonny Dallo and Jodi Burnett (see here, here, here, and here), some of my readers hold a very different view. They would say that Joe is a good kid, that it makes no sense in such a tragic situation to ruin two lives, that Joe didn’t intend to kill Sophie — therefore Joe’s punishment should be much lighter than what I would advocate, possibly with no jail time at all.

But I wonder if these apologists for Jonny Dallo would actually apply the same logic to Joe’s actions that led to Sophie’s death. In particular, I wonder if their reactions to Jonny’s actions leading to Jodi’s death are colored by the fact that they know Jonny — in other words, that they are reacting emotionally, mainly in sympathy with Jonny, and their statements reflect that, rather than a general belief that reckless behavior shouldn’t be severely punished.

Here’s a thought experiment for the commenters who believe Jonny should not be severely punished: suppose you were Sam (Sophie’s husband), or Sam’s neighbor Sally. How would you feel about the death of Sophie and her baby? Would you think about it as an accident, or as a crime? Would you think it proper to punish Joe severely? Or would you say there’s no point to such punishment, and Joe should be punished lightly, or not at all?

I hope it’s true that even the Jonny Dallo apologists would agree that Joe should be held criminally accountable — this would restore some of my faith in my fellow citizens. It’s totally understandable that Jonny’s friends and family would want to stand up for him, and that they’d find it almost impossible to accept that severe punishment was what he deserved. But nobody knows my fictional Joe, Sam, or Sophie … so anyone thinking about this story should be able to do so without the bias of a pre-existing relationship.

So how about it, readers? Anyone willing to take the thought experiment, and comment on it?

Why We Fight

Tip o’the hat to reader Sid F., who says:

[This] is a way for people to send comments of support to the people of India in their time of need.

Why is this important?

It is important because this is why all the people who served and are serving in Iraq and Afghanstan believe so strongly in what they are doing there.

They fight against terror over there so we don’t have happen here what happened in India today.

It’s why they Fight. It is why we should fight for them and support them in every possible way.

Thank you.

Can’t think of a darned thing to add to that!

Real Education Reform

I read a commentary piece in the Wall Street Journal this morning with great interest — it describes an effort (in New Jersey, of all places!) to transfer control of education funding from derelict school districts to the parents. The money quote:

Remedial Education ($WSJ)

The remedy these parents seek is fundamentally different from the one established by more than three decades of litigation across the country. Courts in states like New York, Texas and California have ordered massive increases in school funding to fulfill state constitutional mandates for educational “equity” or “adequacy,” all on the belief that more money will boost school quality and student performance. The funds have produced new programs and bureaucracies, but too often they fail to trickle down to the students by way of improved educational quality.

In any area other than education such a remedy would be considered bizarre. Suppose you purchased a car whose warranty promised “thorough and efficient” transportation, and it turned out to be a lemon. If you sued to enforce the warranty, would a court order a multibillion dollar payment to the auto maker in the hope that someday it would produce a better product? Of course not: It would order the company to give your money back so you could buy a different car.

The author of the piece (Clint Bollick, recipient of a 2006 Bradley Prize, president of the Alliance for School Choice) is supportive of the plaintiffs (the parents). He doesn’t seem to have a read on the proabability of the suit’s success. Knowing the liberality of the New Jersey courts and the influence of public employee unions in general, I’d guess the chances aren’t good. But I sure like the sound of it — and wouldn’t be just gorgeous irony if the kick in the butt that our primary education system so badly needs came from New Jersey?

You might wonder just how badly the school districts named in the suit are actually doing. Here’s the scoop:

One of the defendant school districts in the new suit, Englewood City, spends $19,194 per student, well over twice the national average. But at Dismus Middle School, over two-thirds of the students do not have basic proficiency in math and fewer than half are proficient in language arts literacy. Newark, a recipient of massive Abbott funding, spends $16,351 per student and pays its teachers an average salary of $76,213. Yet in 24 of its schools, fewer than half the students demonstrate basic proficiency in math or language arts. At William H. Brown Academy and at Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. School, fewer than one of every 10 students demonstrates basic math proficiency. It’s time to try something else for these children.

Amen to that.

But … anticipating the court will find against the plaintiffs, and uphold the status quo (though I’d certainly be pleased if it went the other way) … I wonder what theory the court would use? Perhaps they’ll find a new “right” in the Constitution — the right for public employees to waste our hard-earned dollars and to fail utterly in their duty to educate our kids, forever and without consequence.

Let’s hope that Newark’s Chancery Court can find the wisdom — and the courage — to buck the forces-that-be in New Jersey. What a refreshing change it would be for the citizens of that state (those who haven’t already fled to more hospitable territory, such as California, Siberia or Iran) to find themselves admired for their bold reform, instead of scorned for their corrupt and moronic local government…

Estonian Fires

I associate forest fires primarily with dry, hot conditions — the conditions we have in Southern California every year, and also in much of the rest of the Western U.S. Of course we also have forest fires in damper places, such as Maine and Minnesota. But somehow Estonia has always seemed to me like it should be relatively immune to fires, with its extensive swamps and utter lack of anything even remotely resembling a desert. So it was with some surprise that I read this story:

TALLINN - With temperatures above 30 degrees Celsius and no rain for quite a while, firefighters have been frantically trying to put out 22 forest fires, the largest of which are burning through Kurtna and Kuusalu.

About 180 hectares of woods are ablaze in Kurtna, located in the northeastern Ida-Virumaa region. In Kuusalu, some 30 kilometers east of Tallinn, 20 hectares of forest are burning, the Rescue Board duty officer told the Baltic News Service.

Soon after midday on July 11, rescuers were informed about a fire in the western Laane County where two hectares of fields were in flames.

Fire fighting also continues on Saaremaa Island and in Jarva County, where forests have been burning for several days now.

For the Celsius-challenged out there, 30C is about 86F — not quite as hot as we are, but certainly not cool. And a quick look at the relative humidity shows that it’s 50% right now, so (compare to us) its pretty muggy there. But 22 forest fires! One hectare is about two and a half acres, so these are (by our standards) very small forest fires. No area of Estonia is truly remote, though there are plenty of areas without established roads. I know all of the areas with fires quite well; the fires in Kurtna and Saaremaa particularly surprise me, as they’re relatively close to “civilization”. Fires that small and that close to civilization here would be extinguished with great speed. I can only guess why that’s not true in Estonia: that they don’t have the equipment and organization that we do, because they don’t have forest fires that often. But I’m just guessing…

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Warning

Tip o’the hat to JimM:

Please pass this on to everyone in your email address book. It is spreading fast so be prepared should you get this call. Most of us take those summons for jury duty seriously, but enough people skip out on their civic duty, that a new and ominous kind of scam has surfaced.

Fall for it and your identity could be stolen, reports CBS. In this con, someone calls pretending to be a court official who threateningly says a warrant has been issued for your arrest because you didn’t show up for jury duty. The caller claims to be a jury coordinator. If you protest that you never received a summons for jury duty, the scammer asks you for your Social Security number and date of birth so he or she can verify the information and cancel the arrest warrant. Sometimes they even ask for credit card numbers. Give out any of this information and bingo! Your identity just got stolen.

The scam has been reported so far in 11 states, including Oklahoma , Illinois , and Colorado . This (scam) is particularly insidious because they use intimidation over the phone to try to bully people into giving in formation by pretending they’re with the court system. The FBI and the federal court system have issued nationwide alerts on their web sites, warning consumers about the fraud.

Apparently this scam, which first surfaced a couple of years ago, is being used again — and fairly frequently.

More information here and here.

Be careful!

Tool Law

This coming weekend, I am planning to put down new linoleum tile in our laundry room, and to install some much-needed storage. The first step in this project is to get rid of the old tiles, which are the old-fashioned glued-on linoleum tiles, probably 25 years old.

Debbie and I have done this several times, in several houses, and we are quite familiar with the process. There’s a particular tool that makes this job quite easy: a heavy iron bar with a roughly 8” wide blade on the end. The idea is that you swing the heavy bar while scraping the blade along the already-cleared floor; when it hits the edge of a tile the inertia of the heavy bar puts a lot of force on the blade edge, and the tile either shatters or pops up off the glue.

We once owned one of these tools, but somehow we managed to misplace it (or perhaps we lent it to someone). So yesterday I made the epic journey to the nearest Home Depot (about 40 minutes away) to buy another one. They no longer carry the tool I’m familiar with — all they have are similar blades attached to lightweight tubular steel or fiberglass handles. No more heavy iron bar handles. I asked a Home Depot guy, thinking I might be looking in the wrong place, or they’d turned into a special order item. But he told me the sad story: somewhere, someone using the tool I knew managed to hurt themselves with it. They filed suit against the manufacturer and the place where they bought it: Home Depot. The theory of the suit was that the tool’s design was faulty; the heavy weight of the handle made it dangerous (it also makes it work, but that was apparently not relevant). The suit went to a jury trial, and the jury found against the manufacturer and Home Depot. The manufacturer was a tiny company that made just this one tool; they went bankrupt. Home Depot settled instead of appealing, and in the settlement paid a substantial sum of money — and agreed not to carry heavy-handled tile removing tools any more.

Sigh.

I asked the Home Depot guy if the new lightweight tools worked. He said that for the really easy jobs (which mine, thankfully, may well be) they worked ok, though it took a lot more effort than the old tool. He also told me that the steel-handled model (which I bought) could be used like a chisel — you could pound on the end of the handle with a small sledge, and get an effect similar to the old heavy-handled tool. This would be more dangerous than the old tool, but never mind something silly like commonsense or logic…

So… Thanks to some nameless plaintiff (and his enabling attorney), my life this weekend will be made much more difficult. I can no longer purchase the tool that really works well; instead, I have to suffer with an inferior tool. As I’m sweating my way through this project, I plan on inventing new curses to direct to the plaintiff and his attorney. And if I hurt myself while pounding on the end of the handle of this inferior new tool, I’ll be inspired to new heights of cursing.

But I won’t sue them.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Quality

A friend emailed me yesterday to let me know her cell phone had broken, so I wouldn’t be alarmed if I tried to reach her and got the “out of service” message. That got me to pondering how much our expectations have changed within my own lifetime…

It boils down to the quality of things. As I think about it, the quality of darned near everything I use has radically improved during my lifetime. Growing up in the 1950s and 1960s, when we went to use anything more complex than a salt shaker, we were a little surprised when it worked, and not at all surprised if it failed. Today when we use things with thousands, or even millions, of parts, we’re very surprised when it fails, and completely unsurprised if it works. We take our gadgets for granted.

But it occurred to me that it’s not just gadgets that have improved; it’s much more basic things as well. Tires for our cars are a good example — my first car (a 1965 Dodge Dart, and what a misnomer that is!) got flat tires quite regularly, and the tread on those tires sure didn’t last very long. I had to check the pressures, and put air in, on an almost daily basis. What a difference today, where one of the major contribution to tire failure — what little there is — is that owners never check the pressure.

If you stop and think about it, I’ll be you can think of all sorts of things like this in your own experience. I remember when ballpoint pens didn’t necessarily work when you bought a new one, and they weren’t cheap, disposable things, either. I remember leaking cans of food in the grocery store — when’s the last time you ever saw a leaking can? I remember carrying basic tools and spare parts in my car — and using them. I remember buying simple tools at the hardware store, and then discovering they were broken when I got home. Now I pay much less for the same tools (in real dollars), and they’re vastly better tools.

How about you? Do you have the same sense?

Friday, July 7, 2006

2,996 Project

A few days ago I posted about a worth project that I had signed up for: an effort to get 2,996 bloggers — one for each victim of 9/11 — to create a tribute. One blogger, one tribute.

When I signed up for it, I asked the organizer (D. Challener Roe) if there was anything I could do to help. I mentioned that I was a technical sort of guy — which prompted him to ask if I could help automate the process of signing bloggers up. At the time he asked me, he had manually assigned over 700 bloggers, by reading emails, copying the details into a little database, and typing response emails. Even a few minutes work, multiplied by 700 (or 2,996!) times becomes a real challenge.

Well, after talking it over with him I realized that a fairly simple little web application would do the trick — and that’s something I know a little about! Being able to contribute to such a worthwhile project gives me great satisfaction — and the fact that I got to exercise my skills in the process was just icing on the cake. Even better, I got to explore some new things I’d never done before, like working with images in JavaScript.

Earlier today, my little web application went “live”. If you visit that site, you can sign up (and if you’re a blogger, please do!) for the 2,996 project. Or you can just look through the list of the 9/11 victim, see their pictures, read about them, research them on the web, and see which bloggers are doing a tribute.

Drop on over for a visit, won’t you?

Jodi Burnett

Jodi Burnett is the woman who was killed last week in Jamul by a reckless, speeding driver. Today, while driving past the spot where she died, I noticed a large banner announcing a memorial fund that’s been set up in her name, to benefit her husband and children. She was an employee of the San Diego Union-Tribune (an independent delivery person). I’ve often criticized the Union Tribune, so it feels especially good to be able to commend them on this occasion: they have set up the web site about the memorial fund, and they contributed the first $10,000 to it.

Jodi’s family could use your help — please visit that site and make a donation.

If you aren’t familiar with Jodi Burnett and her tragic death, you can catch up with my posts here, here, and here.

The comments on those posts are interesting to read through. There seems to be a clear dichotomy amongst my readers: there’s the Jonny Dallo apologists (which I am not), and then there’s the group who (like me) would like to see Jonny Dallo held accountable for the consequences of his actions. Take a gander at them, if you’re interested in this affair…

Alika, RIP

Alika died today, very suddenly and very unexpectedly — he was just over two years old, and had no health problems that we knew of. He was our “gentle monster” cat; he will be missed by all his two-footed and four-footed companions…

I’ve blogged about him several times before: here, here, and here.

Yesterday afternoon, Debbie spotted the fact that he was walking oddly. After observing him for a bit, both Debbie and I thought he had some muscle or skelatal problem — perhaps he’d fallen and twisted his back, something like that. Other than his odd movement, and reluctance to move, we didn’t see any signs of trouble. Debbie called the vet and went over the situation with her, and the vet told us to give Alika an anti-inflamatory steroid (we had some lying around), and to bring him in for a visit in the morning. I watched him last night, and saw no change. This morning Debbie visited with him several times, and saw no alarming signs. But when she went to load him up into a crate for the trip to the vet, she discovered that he’d died.

We had him examined by the vet, because we were concerned that whatever happened to him might also pose a risk to our other five indoor cats. But it turns out that Alika had very bad urinary tract blockage (unfortunately a fairly common problem with male cats). We’re told that a blockage of just two days or less can lead to a cat’s death. The most obvious way to detect this problem is through absence of urine in the litter box — but with five cats in the house, that’s a little hard to discern. The only other symptoms are behavioral, and the vet explained to us that these can be very hard to pick up, particularly if the cat was habitually sedentary — which Alika most definitely was.

So we’re left with the very sad feeling that if only we’d understood the seriousness of the problem — if only we’d gotten him to the vet earlier — then maybe he’d still be with us. I put that question to the vet, and she said it was possible that had we brought him in last night, it might have been early enough to save him — but most likely not, as his condition was very advanced. We really needed to spot the symptoms earlier to have had a good chance of saving him. For the umpteen millionth time, we found ourselves wishing that our animal friends could just tell us when they were hurting.

RIP, Alika. We will fondly remember our gentle monster kitty…