Hamas's current tally of the killed is around 26,000. Israel's current tally of combatants killed is around 9,000. Neither total is reliable, and both sides have reasons for exaggerating the totals on their sides, but since both totals are probably exaggerated, we can assume that the percentages between the two are roughly correct.
Tuesday, January 30, 2024
A brief comment on casualty numbers
Thursday, January 25, 2024
4 Mini-Essays on the War: #2
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
4 Mini-Essays on on the War: #1
Friday, January 19, 2024
Nerve
It's been a while since I've written anything constructive. Just the act of putting words to the page causes a kind of low key panic. The panic is not that the words go down but that they'll be read. Words don't exist to be sequestered, they exist to be shared. I don't understand people who write diaries for themselves, sometimes volumes and volumes of them: so much effort purely for their own edification. Perhaps I don't have enough sense of self to take reward from my own doings, but what's the point of a diary you keep entirely to yourself?
Wednesday, January 10, 2024
A Brief Comment on Major Depression
Fifteen years ago or so I used to cast aspersions on people who posted their dirty laundry publicly, and was proud that I kept mine relatively private and at least I didn't vomit it all over social media, then the person I judged harshly became me. I don't doubt many people judge in the same way as I did even now.
Monday, January 8, 2024
I don't have much to say about Lebanon
Wednesday, January 3, 2024
Thing I don't care about: Harvard's President Resigned
Iran has a warship in the Red Sea. Why? Because the Houthi rebels of East Yemen have turned a bit of their fire away from their Saudi backed opponents and aimed it towards Israel. The missiles haven't hit Israel, but the Houthis have intercepted multiple ships going through the Red Sea's very narrow straits that are crucial for world trade. Of the four (I think) ships captured, one of them ships was owned by Israeli shipping magnate: Rami Ungar. The shipping world is international: every crew is international, every manufacture is international, so it's entirely possible that they captured all four with the intent of finding the Israel-owned one.
...you obviously don't want to hear the answer.
It serves a triple purpose:
1. It demands some kind of response. You can't simply tolerate missiles going into Israel in the middle of a war they're already fighting or else ten other countries or terrorist groups might get the same idea.
Such a response would either come from Israel or the US.
- If it's Israel, it reminds every Israel-hater in the Middle East that, to their perception, Israel has always been an aggressor, and that if Israel is not defeated, the humiliations of still having an imperial occupier on their land will continue to effect countries whose distance from Israel seems extremely far.
- If it's the US, it reminds every America-hater in the Middle East that the US's reach is everywhere, it can come to your doorstep at any moment, and the US can decide at any moment to upend your country on a whim.
2. Israel is finally moving into the next phase of its conflict where thousands of ground troops are withdrawn. Thank god for that or every Jew around the world would eventually walk around with a target on our ass.
The idea that you can end Hamas is a delusion, everybody knew it was a delusion but the delusional; but an even bigger delusion is Hamas's that you can end Israel itself or even end the Jewish people, and the whole point of this war was to bring them closer to this goal of theirs by exposing us Jews to the world as the murderers and torturers we so obviously are. So long as Hamas stays in power and the people who support Hamas maintain their delusions (and don't forget, annihilation of the Jews is in Hamas's own charter), Hamas will find reasons to prolong this conflict. In other words - and stop reading if you're delicate... - you can't stop Hamas from killing people unless the price for Hamas's murders is so high that those who celebrated Hamas's killings would think twice about doing it again.
In case you haven't noticed yet, Israel/Palestine is a game of inches. Every foot of land has disputed claims and competing stories, every meter is subject to endless disputes, negotiations and battles, and each foot of the battle can last a hundred years.
There are only two actors in the world who want to see this war end less than Bibi Netanyahu, and one of them is Hamas. Without war, Hamas's entire purpose is run out. There is nothing left for their followers and captives but the obvious realization that so long as they draw a few percent support of the Palestinian electorate, Palestine could have all the apparatus in place to flourish, and it wouldn't take more than a generation for Hamas to remake Palestine into exactly what it already is. All it takes to make a country prosper is one group of practical hard workers and a rich, powerful backer. All it takes to ruin a country is one wing of ideological nuts with a rich, powerful backer. Israel: take note.
If Israel is unwilling to continue a war in Gaza at a pace that shocks the world, then Hamas, Iran, and all the people who want Israel eliminated need this war to spread.
Where can it spread? To a place already so bombed out and hellish that it makes Gaza look like Dubai.
3. The biggest quagmires are not wars in which there are two sides, clearly demarcated, where but where there are five or seven. The American Civil War was over in four years, but civil wars have been going on in Syria, Mali, and Camerooon for well over ten years. The 17th century German civil war was known as the Thirty Years War. The 14-15th century English civil war is known as the Hundred Years War. Civil wars too can go on forever with only two sides, but if the conflict takes forever, that's usually a sign that it has many sides, many actors, many belligerents in play - each of which have their own shifting motives, conflicting ambitions, personality tensions, corporate interests, and compete for the same resources; alliances break apart, fighters switch sides, actors within each side advance their own interests at the expense of the groups' goals, and generations of citizens live in a world of chaos.
Saturday, December 30, 2023
A quick listening guide to Leonard Bernstein
We won't get into anything that wasn't his compositions.
A+:
West Side Story (obviously. Look, it's probably the greatest theater work this country ever produced. Your life is poorer without knowing it. The best way to know it is to find the Spielberg movie and watch it on the biggest screen you can find. In the meantime, listen to the original Broadway soundtrack, which has still never been bettered.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-oyVRuPRlY&list=PL2HvIoVJcahcqRssUsnv0g8lV3W-I2TfL&index=10
A:
Candide (WSS's companion piece. It doesn't work as a show. It's just one thing, after another, after another, but along with Porgy and Bess, it just might be the most amazing music ever composed for Broadway)
On the Waterfront Suite: (Lenny's only movie score. It's one of the all-time movie scores, and here are twenty minutes of the most evocative music ever composed about New York) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojnVIW3wRJo
Fancy Free: (Bernstein's ballet on the subject of three sailors with a day of shore leave in New York. This is the piece in 1944 when Lenny truly becomes Lenny, that brash, unmistakably New York voice that combines classical and jazz in a third stream fifteen years before third stream jazz was a genre.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G91xB1a2ftU&list=OLAK5uy_nITeKxfMVD1yTTkXKwFZ3piLWwTId5WLw
Symphonic Dances from West Side Story: (just the orchestral music - and a little bit more - that gives as good a sense of New York as anything in On the Waterfront) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_NelA3ZW4g
A-
On The Town: (That incredible first show of his, based on Fancy Free. Another one of the most incredible shows put on, as a soundtrack the love songs are a little more insipid than onstage, maybe because it never got a great performance.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t062tjKmK_I&list=PLaEnMuxCkiA4h6JHoYJqRN2H1xQS4Yg7W&index=16
Jeremiah Symphony: (A biblical evocation of the prophet Jeremiah and his lamentations, inveighing against sin and in the middle, a depiction of the orgiastic sinners he so loathes - you may psychologize away, but written in 1942 and knowing the destruction that would soon make itself public, it's very difficult not to be deeply moved) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uic4qcyDmDQ
B+:
Chichester Psalms (Bernstein's 20 minute sacred piece that sets ancient Hebrew psalms as pure Broadway) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnrZGTmMjYc
B:
Wonderful Town: It's almost pure fluff, but it's fun fluff) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNWpiNPK8tg&list=OLAK5uy_lIqAhr80hXDCsO-WBOrcEPIp_u3fJMFKc&index=11
B-:
The Age of Anxiety: (At this point, I think there's only one movement that matters in this symphony: the jazz movement. Oh my god I love this.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftPNojzZYHw&list=OLAK5uy_nZTOZ1rFILOj3JB2u2hcxygtufuCnAHZ4&index=18
C: Serenade - another work of Lenny in pretentious mode, a musical depiction of Plato's Symposium on the nature of love. It has a lot of exciting stuff, but let's get serious, this is not philosophy.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpROC4gsZhQ
D: Kaddish Symphony: (It's not good... but getting rid of Bernstein's own pretentious text helped enormously, and replacing it with the testimony of Holocaust Survivor Samuel Pisar -Anthony Blinken's stepfather - makes it come much closer to working. It's not a masterpiece, but at least with some moral weight you get closer to what he must have been aiming for.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTAnmHPTKEk
F:
Mass: Oh god it sucks.
Thursday, December 28, 2023
Free Speech
Here's a preemptive f*** you to every single person who's ever taken a side in this particular Israel/Palestine debate.
Wednesday, December 27, 2023
ET: Almanac
It is on. The Rosenbergs are to die at last. Television networks interrupt programs with the announcement: "President Eisenhower and the Supreme Court of the United States of America have refused to spare the lives of atomic spies Julius and Ethel Rosenberg." At the Bernard Bach home in Toms River, New Jersey, a small ten-year-old boy is watching the baseball game between the New York Yankees and the Detoit Tigers on channel 11 when the announcement is made. The score is 0-0, but Yankee first baseman Joe Collins has just beat out a drag bunt in the bottom of the fourth. It is a sunny day and the boy is thinking about going out to play baseball with friends in the neighborhood. That's what Sonia Bach wants him to do. But he's fascinated by the television and can't pry himself away from it. The announcer says the executions are scheduled to take place tonight. He looks very intent and serious. The boy tries to see past him to the ballgame again, but the announcer won't go away. "My Mommy and Daddy," the boy whispers, feeling that someone or something is watching him. But he doesn't know what to add. A prayer? A seventh-inning stretch? At the ballgame, nobody seems to have noticed that the announcement has been made. Yankee outfielder Gene Woodling has come to the plate during the interruption, and he now watches a ball go by. There's something magical about TV, everything seems to happen at once on it, the near and far, the funny and sad, the real and the unreal. Tonight! Collins, taking a big lead off first base, is not thinking about this. He doesn't care. The boy hates Collins for his cheap hit. Just like the Yankees. His Mom and Dad like the Brooklyn Dodgers; the New York Yankees are Judge Kaufman's team. Judge Kaufman is rich and lives on Park Avenue and takes his sons to see them play. The boy feels that awful lump growing in his stomach again. His little brother is out on the front porch with Leo painting a homemade Father's Day card with watercolors. Father's Day is Sunday, a long time away. "That was their last chance," the boy tells himself, trying to picture this new finality in the same way he sees the Tiger pitcher stretch, study Collins at first, then whip the ball toward the plate: ball two! Are the other guys in the neighborhood watching the game, did they hear the announcement? His mom and dad have told him it's not manly to be afraid, but he is afraid, he can't help it. He feels like there are two of himself loose in this world, one who likes to play baseball with friends and come home to Mom and Dad and sometimes push his little brother around, and another one on television and in the newspapers who is threatening to eat the other one up. Both of them, the one eating and the one getting eaten, are frightened, because they both believe the world is not crazy, how could it be? and yet why is it doing these maniac things? why is it killing his Mom and Dad like this, and why is everybody so excited about it, and what is it they want with him, a plain ten-year-old boy who's still learning his fractions and doesn't even know how to fix a television or throw a curve ball yet. "Why don't you go and play catch with Steve?" says Sonia gently. She is being too nice to him. Like everybody else of late. Even Mr. Bloch. Sometimes he feels like shouting at them: damn you all! Woodling slams a one-strike, two-balls pitch clean out of the ballpark, and the Yankees lead, 2-0. The television camera shows people cheering and waving and having a terrific time. If people really loved one another, he wonders, would the world be like this? His poor Mom! What is she thinking? How does it feel? What is love in a world where people behave like this as if it were normal. Woodling circles the bases. His little brother comes in, wearing his Brooklyn Dodgers T-shirt all smeared with paint, and asks Sonia for a glass of milk. "That's it. That's it," the boy says, "Good-bye." "Good-bye." Nobody's listening.
His folks lawyer Manny Bloch is having the same experience: he and his defense team are flinging themselves frenetically at any judge they can find at home or in chambers, but they all seem to have vanished or gone deaf. A stone wall. Manny fires off a telegram to President Eisenhower, raising the Hugo Black point that the case has not been reviewed by the Supreme Court, but this wire is short-circuited by Special Counsel Bernie Shanley and "transmitted to the Justice Department": Eisenhower never sees it, Bloch, who has fallen unprofessionally in love with the entire family, is beginning to lose his forensic cool and is having flashes of self-destructive temper, as the doors slam shut in his face. He and others plead for a stay of eleven-p.m. executions tonight because of the Jewish Sabbath which begins at sundown. Kaufman, playing it close to the chest, says he has already spoken with Attorney General Brownell about that: the executions will not be carried out during the Sabbath. The lawyers take this to mean a delay is in the offing, past the weekend at least, and relax a moment: at Justice, they exchange knowing winks.
The Rosenbergs themselves, locked away in the stillness of Sing Sing Death House, are remote from all this noisy maneuvering, but they are not unaware of it. One thing they know: they are not alone in this world. Julius even clings to the mad hope that justice will be done, that they will be vindicated, these walls will come crashing down, and they will ride out of here on the shoulders of their friends, the people, but Ethel, though never more strong and serene, shares her son's mood of grim resignation: that's it, good-bye, good-bye. She sits with Julie, separated from him by a wire-mesh screen, composing a farewell letter to the two boys. What she wants above all is to save them from cynicism and despair, so she speaks of the fellowship of grief and struggle and the price that must be paid to create a life on earth worth living. Julie, watching her, nods in agreement, awed by her radiant tranquility . . .
. . . Your Daddy who is with me in the last momentous hours, sends his heart and all the love that is in it for his dearest boys. Always remember that we were innocent and could not wrong our conscience. We press you close and kiss you with all our strength.
Lovingly,
Daddy Julie and Mommy Ethel
Julius's mother, Sophie Rosenberg, turns up meanwhile at the gates of the White House asking to see the President, but they don't even let her get close--her emotional behavior is notorious, and besides, she's not in good health, and people near the end are capable of anything--so she has to do her scene in the streets. Much is happening out there. Demonstrations are building up in Washington, New York, around the world. Riots are expected and police everywhere are put on special alert. Bloch blames Judge Kaufman for stirring up all this trouble through his merciless intransigence: "Tens upon tens of millions of people in this country, in Europe, in Asia, know about this case!" The Boy Judge is not taken in: "I have been frankly hounded, pounded by vilification and by pressurists--I think it is not a mere accident that people have been aroused in these countries. I think it has been by design!" On a crepe-paper banner strung out above the Republic Chop Suey eatery in Times Square, Senator Frank Brandigee's immortal rejoinder to Woody Wilson:
I AM NOT GOING TO BE BUNCOED BY ANY OLEAGENOUS LINGO
ABOUT "HUMANITY" OR "MEN EVERYWHERE"
Robert Coover: The Public Burning - Beginning of Chapter 16, will try to copy the whole chapter later.
Tuesday, December 26, 2023
At best..
Israeli Christmas
Sunday, December 24, 2023
I wish I hadn't defriended so many anti-Israel people
I could totally use their posts to refute them now.
Saturday, December 23, 2023
So Long as Bibi Stays...
Today Iran threatened to cut off the Mediterranean Sea at the Strait of Gibralter. I don't know how Iran would get over there and they could be stopped in a hundred different ways for a hundred different reasons, but the fundamental fact of Bibi's presence remains the same regardless:
What Would I Do in Israel?
The truth is that I have no desire to go back. I have a few friends and family worth seeing, but however much at 24 I romanticized being a journalist in the middle of an Israeli war, there's very little about experiencing a war that's worthwhile unless you get to pose like Camus for a black-and-white photo with sunglasses and a cigarette in your mouth. For the hoi polloi, there's just the general hell of enduring it, and however much it must be endured in Israel, one can only imagine what it means to endure it in Gaza, either as a Palestinian or an Israeli soldier.