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Monday, November 26, 2007

Op. cit.: a rant


"Just a typo"

From wikipedia:

"Op. cit. (Latin, short for "opus citatum"/"opere citato," meaning "the work cited/from the cited work") is the term used to provide an endnote or footnote citation to refer the reader to an earlier citation. To find the Op. cit. source, one has to look at the previous footnotes to find the relevant author.

In legal citation, the phrase refers to the cited source immediately previous to the last cited source.

Contrast: Ibid, referring to the last cited source, and supra, meaning cited (with details of the source) above. Also loc. cit. ("in the place cited"), now rarely used.

[edit] Example

* 9. R. Millan, "Art of Latin grammar" (Academic, New York, 1997), p. 23.
* 10. G. Wiki, "Language and its uses" (Blah Ltd., Old York, 2000), p. 17.
* 11. Millan, op. cit., p. 5.

The reference no. 11 is the same as in no 9. (R. Millan, "Art of Latin grammar"), although the page is different."


Not only do I have to flip to the endnotes, which frustratingly are listed at the end of the BOOK and not of the chapter, I now have to read through every footnote to find out where J. Spears was first mentioned, in notes which are each five to fifteen lines long and usually include six sources apiece. You, editor of this book, wherever you are, may you be doomed to a hell of small print, circular citations, and ambiguous references. And typos, just because I hate you.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Sonderweg


Auschwitz-- ,,Arbeit Macht Frei" (Work makes you free)


It's easy percieve history as a recitation of events, strung together like dull little pearls on a single thread, one after another after another. You start at one end, and like counting a rosary you let centuries slip through your fingers, and in the end all you've got is the other end, and nothing left of the middle. History can be a frightening subject, if you look inside each of those little pearls, if you scrub off the film to reveal the clarity underneath--and see your own reflection. Those who do not learn history, it is said, are doomed to repeat it. This assumes, of course, that we understand history. Aside from an inherent bias--written by the winner--it can be interpreted on a bias or the basis of incomplete information; perhaps not intentionally but nevertheless skewed. Or insufficient. We think we understand, we link solitary events into a cohesive whole as if building with legos, matching color and shape and discounting or disregarding those pieces that don't fit.

And sometimes, most of the pieces just don't fit.

History is indeed little more than the register of the crimes, follies and misfortunes of mankind.
Edward Gibbon (1737 - 1794)


Studying German history has been enlightening to me, both for presenting me with a past with which I am unfamiliar, but also for presenting the basis of the modernity I am coming to know and love. I have no relationship to this past, except secondhand, though my distance to my own country's history is only slightly less. Yet I know many people who have experienced this past directly or indirectly. Considering Germany today, it is almost inconceviable to contemplate its horrendous and murderous past, to concieve that this past would have yielded this present. Many scholars have devoted their careers to "explaining" Nazi Germany, its causes, methods, and eventual defeat overshadowed by industrial-scale genocide. The point of historiography is to highlight that there is no "one" explanation. Some consider Nazi Germany to be a "phenomenon", an unlucky coincidence of unique factors (Mommsen) resulting through a procession of "cumulative radicalization"; others attribute the NS regime to Hitler's growing madness and that of his cronies; still others point to the economic situation in Germany during the Weimar period as the crucial factor that allwed nationalism and racism (as were appearing throughout Europe, not just in Germany) to take the murderous form it did.

Looking at propaganda of the era, it is difficult to evaluate: the phrases seem trite, brash, common, and often outright racist; how could these have appealed to anyone? Couldn't they see what was coming? Of course, we have the benefit of hindsight, and a "collective radicalization" theory would indicate marginally increasing pressure (antisemitism, etc.). If you place a frog in boiling water, it will jump out. But if you place a frog in cold water, and slowly heat it, it will be boiled: so can we concieve of the increasing restrictions on Jews, or the increasing hardship.

As Hitler and the NSDAP went about getting elected in 1933, they didn't start out with billboards calling for Jewish extermination. They campaigned with propaganda aimed specifically at different portions of the population, targeted and sometimes contradictory, but blatantly populist and popular. Economic protectionism and racial nativism abounded.


(This poster is from the 1930's, and encourages Germans to buy domestic rather than imported goods. The top translates as "Germans buy German goods." The bottom text translates: "German Week/German Goods/German Labor.")

The parallels are striking. The propoganda pandered blatantly; it promised, extolling the virtue of home-produced goods (Freedom fries, anyone? Agricultural tarrifs? Made in USA?) over imports in a slanted tilt towards autarky. Hitler promised, and delivered, jobs to a Germany beset by mass unemployment and inflation comparable to that of Zimbabwe today. He built the Authbahn, and bought out the middle class with automobiles and refrigerators; with modernity comes complacency. The Hitler Youth provided in many areas the only opportunity for leisure activities or vacations for many young people. Patriotism was encouraged, "German values" above all, with an implicit--and sickening--sense of racial superiority gradiating into blatant antisemitism.


(This poster is from the 1930's, and promotes the Nazi monthly Neues Volk (New People}, the organ of the party's racial office. The text reads: "This genetically ill person will cost our people's community 60,000 marks over his lifetime. Citizens, that is your money. Read Neues Volk, the monthly of the racial policy office of the NSDAP.")


(Nazi anti-Semitic poster. The caption: "The Jew: The inciter of war, the prolonger of war." This poaster was released in late 1943 or early 1944. Courtesy of Dr. Robert D. Brooks.)

Antisemitism was worse in Russia, Poland, and France than it was in Germany; yet in Germany it found voice and eventual resonance, culminating in the Reichskristallnacht where SS, SA and others smashed Jewish shops, murdered over 100, and caused mayhem. It seems paltry in comparison to the millions later to be exterminated, but it markes a significant escalation of violence.



Hitler was democratically elected; even the rapidly disintegrating and defunct institutions of the Weimar Republic broadly constituted democracy, probably more so than is seen today in Russia or most of Africa and Central Asia. He came to power via the ballot box and despite Hindenburg, but consolidated political power through the use of poltiical violence (Bessel); unevenly and piecemeal. The eventual accretion of violent tendancies under the SS and the SA represented a consolidation of disparate forces. Bessel argues that political violence stems, to some extent, "simply" from a disenfranchised and disenchanted generation without economic prospects. Youth culture gone awry.




I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)


Many of the members of the resistance "movement" (perhaps totaling no more than 500,000) were initially supporters of the NSDAP in 1933 who only later moved to oppose him. Much of the opposition was centered around Communist or Socialist groups, outlawed perforce and persecuted. Opposition to specific Nazi policies was common, but restricted itself to specific issues and was usually a disagreement over the means, not the end; widespread disagreement with the "ends" didn't exist, or at least not until it was too late. Either through propoganda, or coercion, or fear, citizens were induced to denounce their neighbors.

Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
H. G. Wells (1866 - 1946), Outline of History (1920)


It's hard to concieve of the "final solution" as anything but utter madness on a sociopathical scale; to think that so many millions of lives were lost for a deluded dream is simply incomprehensible. Some scholars argue that Hitler wasn't personally involved with much of it, that overzealous subordinates took it upon themselves to acieve Hitler's ends. Famously, Himmler became sick and threw up when viewing a concentration camp; even he couldn't stomache what they'd done. Scholars try to "normalize", to "historicize" this period, and treat it as any other period in Germany's history. While I understand their argument, and while I perhaps am too poorly read to exmaine that debate more deeply, I can't help but argue that genocide on this scale dwarfs both theory and history. At least if we can't understand it, we must never forget it.

There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man.
Polybius (205 BC - 118 BC)


Tuesday, November 06, 2007

NMUN DC

Somewhat confused and several hours before dawn I catch my bus, standing amid other travelers and their luggage strewn about like errant children. We board, and I sink into a half sleep in the glimmering hints of a future dawn. Settlement of freed slaves from the US in what is today Liberia began in 1822; by 1847, the Americo-Liberians were able to establish a republic. William TUBMAN, president from 1944-71, did much to promote foreign investment and to bridge the economic, social, and political gaps between the descendents of the original settlers and the inhabitants of the interior.


Driving through the long night
Trying to figure who's right and who's wrong
...
When you're driving with the brakes on
When you're swimming with your boots on,
It's hard to say you love someone
And it's hard to say you don't...
--Del Amitri, "Driving with the brakes on"


Scan my passport to check in. Place briefcase on conveyor belt; remove watch, belt, and shoes; place all liquids in the provided clear, quart-sized resealable plastic bag. In 1980, a military coup led by Samuel DOE ushered in a decade of authoritarian rule. In December 1989, Charles TAYLOR launched a rebellion against DOE's regime that led to a prolonged civil war in which DOE himself was killed. They confiscate my toothpaste, but they don't find the tube of Swiss Apricot Facial Cleanser buried in my suitcase, which I am also carrying on. The TSA is apparently not omniscient, thought they would like you to think so. My revenge, I suppose, for the Marmite they confiscated in London ("I'll have it on me toast in the mornin', luv". Cheeky bastard).

You said you'd marry me if I was 23
But I'm one that you can't see if I'm only 18
Tell me who made these rules
Obviously not you
Who are you answering to?
Oh, Jenny don't be hasty
No, don't treat me like a baby
Let me take you where you'll let me
Because leaving just upsets me...
--P. Nutini, "Jenny Don't be Hasty"


I have time to kill. I do homework, I read. I listen to music. I have a soundtrack wherever I go, I am better able to ignore awkward bluetooth-conversations which appear to the uninitiated to be early-onset multiple personality disorder. "Proconsul africanus is the first species of the Miocene-era fossil genus of primate to be discovered and was named by Arthur Hopwood, an associate of Louis Leakey, in 1933."

A period of relative peace in 1997 allowed for elections that brought TAYLOR to power, but major fighting resumed in 2000. An August 2003, peace agreement ended the war and prompted the resignation of former president Charles TAYLOR, who was exiled to Nigeria. Landing in Baltimore, several things immediately become clear to me. The atmosphere is heavier, laden with moisture and somehow more oppressive, smells earhier even at the airport. The people are different, with an average diameter perhaps twice that of your average Coloradan, and the people come in a variety of skin colors, rather than the gradients ranging between "white-as-snow" to "solarium orange" to which I am ordinarily accustomed. GDP - per capita (PPP): $900 (2006 est.)

Und ich weiß, dass irgendwann / And I know that sometime
Aus Böse auch mal Gut werden kann / even bad can turn to good
Und wenn gar nichts mehr geht / and when nothing else will work
Fang ich einfach wieder von vorne an / I'll simply start again at the beginning
Vielleicht muss ich nur die Tage zählen / Perhaps I only have to count the days
Mich durch nervig lange Stunden quälen / And torture myself with long hours
Es ist ganz egal wie lang das noch geht / It doesn't matter how much longer
Weil ich weiß wer am Ende noch steht / Because I know at the end who'll still be standing
Ich werd aufhör’n immer zu verlieren / I'm going to stop losing all the time
Werde alles alte ausrangieren / I'll just scrap all the old
Ich werd mich nur noch selber kopieren / I'll only copy myself
Ich werd die Welt verändern / I will change the world
Werd endlich alles besser machen / Will finally make everything better
Werd anfangen wieder klarzukommen / Will begin to make do again
und mal über mich selber lachen / And be able to laugh at myself
--Revolverheld, "Ich werde die Welt verändern"


"So, you have to cross here." "Why?" "Because there's a segue, a perfect opportunity to cross. If you cross anywhere else, you have to step up." Er....
My brother lives in a house on the north side of town, close to where he works and somewhat farther from the rest of town, and twenty minutes off the metro. After two years of rule by a transitional government, democratic elections in late 2005 brought President Ellen JOHNSON SIRLEAF to power. The UN Mission in Liberia (UNMIL), which maintains a strong presence throughout the country, completed a disarmament program for former combatants in late 2004, but the security situation is still volatile and the process of rebuilding the social and economic structure of this war-torn country remains sluggish. Gives you time to walk, time to think, or call your mother. He has several other roommates, with an amicable but perhaps not so close relationship among them. The place has hardwood floors and art on the walls, marble countertops and nice furnishings. It's a nice place to be, and costs twice my rent.

Being in committee is always a somewhat surreal experience, a fake reality ruled by a single dictator with obscure and sometimes complicated rules. There is no absolute freedom of speech; the choices of things you may say are limited either by form or time, or both. Natural resources: iron ore, timber, diamonds, gold, hydropower.There is no rendition, however (although delegates occasionally get appropriated to suffer questioning in another committee). Relative power is determined via negotiation and soundbytes, restricted to discussions of docket and, eventually, supposedly substantive issues.

We only want what's best for you
That's why we tell you what to do
And nevermind if nothing makes sense
'Cause it all works out in the end
You're just like us without a friend
But you can build a privacy fence....
Sooner or later
We'll be lookin' back on everything
And we'll laugh about it like we knew what all was happening
And someday you might listen to what people have to say
Now you learn the hard way...
--Michael Tolcher, "Sooner or later"


Our committee quickly quagmires, restricts itself to pro-free-trade south-side initiatives under the aegis of the topic "Globalization and Free Trade: Challenges for Development". Population: 3,195,931 (July 2007 est.) One delegation, in a well-intentioned but entirely misguided attempt to contribute effectively, came up with a proposal for implementing price floors and price ceilings, whereupon my partner and I through a 20-minute crash-course in free trade-based international econ quickly disabuse them of the notion. Life expectancy at birth: total population: 40.39 years; male: 38.93 years; female: 41.89 years (2007 est.) In the waning hours of the topic, as we seek to desperately convince several particularly intractable delegations (and some delegations remaining true to their country's positions) through explanation of our apparently unclear subsidy-lowering initiative, other groups pull through with some interesting proposals about bridging the digital gap (irrelevant for a country such as Liberia that has electricity perhaps once a week in the capital) or a confusing and unholy merger of microfinance and FDI. Most creative was the proposal for the creation of a scholarship program for outstanding students of developing countries which, except for being a) without funding, b) outside the purview of our body, which is Trade and Development and not UNESCO, and c) not particularly effective for doing anything except furthering inequality by over-educating the elite, at least broke the mold of the hitherto economics-heavy initiatives. Literacy: (definition: age 15 and over can read and write) total population: 57.5%; male: 73.3%; female: 41.6% (2003 est.)


WE THE PEOPLES OF THE UNITED NATIONS DETERMINED
to save succeeding generations from the scourge of war, which twice in our lifetime has brought untold sorrow to mankind, and

to reaffirm faith in fundamental human rights, in the dignity and worth of the human person, in the equal rights of men and women and of nations large and small, and

to establish conditions under which justice and respect for the obligations arising from treaties and other sources of international law can be maintained, and

to promote social progress and better standards of life in larger freedom,

AND FOR THESE ENDS

to practice tolerance and live together in peace with one another as good neighbours, and

to unite our strength to maintain international peace and security, and

to ensure, by the acceptance of principles and the institution of methods, that armed force shall not be used, save in the common interest, and

to employ international machinery for the promotion of the economic and social advancement of all peoples,

HAVE RESOLVED TO COMBINE OUR EFFORTS TO ACCOMPLISH THESE AIMS

Accordingly, our respective Governments, through representatives assembled in the city of San Francisco, who have exhibited their full powers found to be in good and due form, have agreed to the present Charter of the United Nations and do hereby establish an international organization to be known as the United Nations.
--Preamble, Charter of the United Nations

Thursday, November 01, 2007

All Hallows Eve



I watched him sail by, carefree, a penguin on wheels. An avian monstrosity, closely pursued by Che Gueverra, comes rocketing towards me like his feathers are on fire (maybe it's a Cuban penguin?). He leans into the turn, avoids Pippi Longstockings and a very surprised sophomore on her cellphone, and disappears. Che blisters off after him, but has to brake suddenly as his skateboard is impeded by Abraham Lincoln and what very well might be a burrito.

No, I haven't lost my sanity. Or even if I have, this isn't a hallucination: it's Halloween! The day when grown (and not so grown) men and women, girls and boys, don rediculous costumes and beg for candy. Some costumes are quite inventive, Lee Harvey Oswald and the aforementioned Pippi (which turned out to be a husky man in drag) among them. Others almost qualify as a cop-out, which includes my own halfhearted attempt at being a substitute teacher, or my usual fallback: christmas caroler.

As a kid, I could never quite decide if I liked halloween. Trick or treating was always fun, and acquiring massive amounts of candy must be high on every kid's list (although I never liked the chocolate candies, preferring the fruit-flavored ones, leaving the former to forlornely turn white in the back of the closet, later to be joined by the chocolate manifestations at christmas).

Still, I really did not enjoy halloween parties for much of my childhood, for the single reason that at almost every party some kid would show up as something gross: zombies and witches weren't bad, but I objected to the kid with the axe in his head, accompanied by realistic-looking gore, or stab victims, or anyone who felt a need to secrete fake blood like Robin Williams doing standup. It's just...ewww. And of course, at any sleepover a horror film would be mandatory, which I always hated. I watched both What Lies Beneath and The Ring because I didn't want to be the kid who made everyone else not watch what they wanted or go home.


It snows pretty much every year on Halloween, at least where I grew up. It was almost a rule, Halloween we'd have a foot of snow, then nothing till well after christmas, and invariably a blizzard on Easter. Gotta love the mountains (which, apparently, are pronounced "moun'ins" by natives, close relative of "kit'ens" and "mit'ens", where the T is never pronounced). So our costumes had to be winter-wear, meaning Columbo (from Rocky Horror) had to wear about three pairs of nylons under her fishnets, the fairy had her wings on over her winter coat and looked much like the michelin man meets tinkerbell. And of course, where I grew up you couldn't walk between houses, or at least not in 90% of the subdivisions, so you had to have a driver let you off at each house. We always went over to the richer town next door, where the houses were close together and the residents distributed king-size candy bars--or so legend goes.

There were ghost stories, peeled grapes and apple cider, pumpkin cookes. Jack-o-lanterns were a perennial tradition in our house, followed by the competition to see whose pumpkin "melted" last from decomposition. Watching something that once approximated a face slowly sink into furry obscurity is a fascinating science experiment.

I remember being a star one year, with a fantastic gold costume and little streamers. Another year I was a cat, which involved the delectable task of coating all visible skin with thick, black greasepaint. I must have been prepubescent, otherwise I would have been The Pimple for the entire following year. I can't remember if I dressed up as a Tootsie Pop or just wanted to.

I could turn this into a comment about how I'm too old to go Trick-or-Treating, but I won't--because I'm not. True, I didn't put much effort into a costume, mostly because I didn't expect to do anything for Halloween and a few last-minute party invitations were the only reason I even tried. But I appreciate that, for one day a year, all of us can dress up and pretend to be someone (or something) we're not. Halloween, in college at least, is just an excuse for a party--or a riot (see Boulder, 2004). As my brother commented, "the women dress like whores and the men dress like women". A little more imagination could do us all good--though I think every man should have to walk around in heels for a night, just once in his life.