Monthly Archives: August 2003

Morning of 8/11

Nothing changes, right? When I was gone, I barely watched the news, and didn't have real online access so I wasn't able to see anything but CNN's all-Arnold all-the-time coverage of “The Running Man” circus. I decided to take a look at what was going on upon my return… Here's the first story I found (more):

It was 10:30 on a sweltering night when 12-year-old Mohammed al-Kubaisi climbed the concrete steps leading to his family's rooftop. The boy held two blankets so that he and his twin brother, Moustafa, could curl up together on the roof for the night, one of their favorite summer habits.

Mohammed had just reached the top when he turned to watch the military maneuvers on the street below: American soldiers were patrolling with rifles. One soldier looked up in the darkness and saw a figure on the roof, watching him.

A single bullet exploded into the air.

Mohammed's mother recalled dragging her son inside and screaming as she held him, his blood pouring onto the floor. She said Mohammed was struggling to breathe when a group of US soldiers slammed through the front door and pushed her aside as they searched the house.

Unfortunately the stories like that are endless — young and inexperienced US troops must be terrified, with everyone a potential guerrilla… And in that fear, they're shooting first and never asking questions, killing innocent families “by accident” in acts that will surely empower any guerrilla forces that actually are there, and manufacturing thousands more both there and abroad (more).

The Americans had set up roadblocks in the Tunisia quarter of Baghdad, where the abd al-Kerims live. The family pulled up to the roadblock sensibly, slowly and carefully, so as not to alarm the Americans.

But then pandemonium broke out. American soldiers were shooting in every direction. They just turned on the abd al-Kerims' car and sprayed it with bullets. You can see the holes in the front passenger window and in the rear window. You can see the blood of the dead all over the grey, imitation velvet seat covers.

Doctors said the father and his two daughters would have survived if they had received treatment quicker. Instead, they were left to bleed to death because the Americans refused to allow anyone to take them to hospital.

Even the “legitimate” kills are highly questionable; essentially amounting to prosecution characterized by no investigation and no trial… just straight to the execution, most recently seen in the “sniper executions” that the US has been carrying out. Iraq is now the rape and theft capital of the world — it's not a safe place to live, thanks to the destruction of the infrastructure. That, coupled with the US taking the weapons of the citizens has of course made normal innocent people desperate to find weapons to defend themselves with… but when the US finds people selling weapons, instead of simply taking the weapons or capturing the offenders, they kill them on the spot (more).

Witnesses said women ran screaming from the market after shots rang out and a man unloading AK-47 assault rifles from the back of a red car fell to the ground. A second man was shot in the head and died at the scene. One of the wounded men escaped and the other was taken for treatment at a nearby hospital.

It seems that the men were not given a warning or a chance to surrender.

"We did not give them the chance to engage," Col Russell said, standing next to a cache of weapons and ammunition laid out on a tarpaulin. "I think we sent out a strong message today that you cannot walk around the streets with weapons."

They tried to justify the killing by saying that the two had “state ID” cards with them (issued by Saddam), but that ignores that fact that they didn't know that in advance, and more importantly, those cards were issued to hundreds of thousands of government employees, including school teachers.

The recently revealed fact that the US is using the truly horrific weapon napalm in Iraq isn't helping win the “hearts and minds” of Iraqis either (more).

American pilots dropped the controversial incendiary agent napalm on Iraqi troops during the advance on Baghdad. The attacks caused massive fireballs that obliterated several Iraqi positions.

A 1980 UN convention banned the use against civilian targets of napalm, a terrifying mixture of jet fuel and polystyrene that sticks to skin as it burns. The US, which did not sign the treaty, is one of the few countries that makes use of the weapon. It was employed notoriously against both civilian and military targets in the Vietnam war.

"We napalmed both those [bridge] approaches," said Colonel James Alles, commander of Marine Air Group 11. "Unfortunately there were people there ... you could see them in the [cockpit] video. They were Iraqi soldiers. It's no great way to die. The generals love napalm. It has a big psychological effect."

Some of you may remember that earlier this spring the US denied using napalm, saying that they'd destroyed it all two years ago… They later justified this lie by saying “oh, but this isn't napalm… it's super-napalm — we make it with kerosene instead of jet fuel!”

Have none of these generals read Mao? Read Guevara? They're playing into the hands of guerrilla organizers.

Anyway, one last thing I want to mention before I get to work, and that's Ashcroft's latest idea about how to “improve” the US legal system — I've written here before about Ashcroft's push for the death penalty whenever possible, and his pathological drive for maximum sentences, but now he wants to enshrine that hatred into law (more):

The founding fathers, whose brilliant design for the federal government was based on three coequal branches, would be horrified to learn of Attorney General John Ashcroft's latest idea for improving the American justice system. Mr. Ashcroft has ordered federal prosecutors to start collecting information on federal judges who give sentences that are lighter than those suggested by federal guidelines. Critics are right when they say this has the potential to create a "blacklist" of judges who could then be subjected to intimidation.

Someone just get me a boat so I can leave… This one (more) looks pretty good. I think I could handle life in Tahiti on a 72' wingsail catamaran.

My favorite Transylvanian

I've processed the first half of memberships for the update, but don't be too confused if you get a password email but your picture isn't on the site — they're not being added till around midnight I'm guessing. Right now I'm just pounding back the water to get good and hydrated and it's off to the gym… to see what kind of damage a week and a half of sloth did to me.

I find myself at another junction point in my life. I have some big decisions to make that I'm not qualified to make. Keep your fingers crossed that I do the right thing… but on a more easy note, I'm getting more excited about my new book all the time. I think it's going to be really groundbreaking and special.

My definition of a musician: a man who hears through all his senses. Anna Magadalena, Bach's second wife, records in her diary the striking impression made by her husband's eyes: they were listening eyes.

She also recalls: "Once I went into his room while he was composing 'Ah, Golgotha!' from St. Matthew's Passion. I was amazed to see his face, usually calm and fresh pink, turned gray and covered with tears. He didn't even notice me, so I crept back outside, sat down on the step by his door and started to cry." Bach's music is the medium of heavenly transfiguration. In it there are no feelings, only God and the world, linked by a ladder of tears.

- E. M. Cioran
Tears and Saints

Other than building musical machines, I'm not much of a musician unfortunately, but I think that all art — be it music, painting, programming, poetry, whatever — is an expression of divinity and even programming can be a deeply emotional act if that's how you come at it. I find as I work out more, and it raises my hormone levels, I'm more and more emotional. It's strange… When my hormone levels are low, I feel in touch with the divine on a conscious level, but when they're high, I feel in touch on a subconscious or intuitive level.

It really leads one to an understanding of castration in the spiritual context; as a path to enlightenment. This is one of the subjects that the new book explores in depth — it is about heavy mods and BME/HARD material, but to my surprise the real subject is using carnal approaches to talk to God

Island hopping

I can't post pictures from here but I have some nice ones… In the past few days Rachel and I have been in three countries (Antigua, St. Maartens — although she tells me it was actually Sint Martinique — and BVI of course, on the islands of Tortola and Joyst Van Dyke). We're currently sitting on a beach in Antigua and are not yet entirely sure what the plans are. I've got some amazing design work done on the experience engine that I think will make the review team very happy, and have also redesigned the Risks and Glossary system that I hope some of you can help edit on. See you in a few days.

Shannon and the Volcano

I worked for most of yesterday; hammered out a variety of data formats needed for all the new systems… It's actually a really fun mental game for me figuring out how to make simple (read: fast) systems perform powerful and complex acts. I think people will be very happy with the upgrades.

We didn't get ourselves over to St. Lucia, but we did end up in Montserrat today which was an amazing experience… A few years ago, after 4000 years of silence Montserrat blew its top and is now an active volcano — and just two weeks ago its 3700 foot (or something like that) lava dome blew so we got to fly into its smoking innards. I took lots of pictures of the volcano, the lava flows, and of all the destroyed cities — thousands of people had to relocate (they'll be posted when I return; this is just a kiosk).

When I first got down here I didn't really like it much; mostly due to lack of infrastructure and things being done in a way that I just thought was “backwards” for lack of a better term. I'm starting to “get it” more now and am really starting to like it; love it even. My leg is killing me due to the humidity but the people here are just so wonderful… We get some dirty looks from white tourists, but the local population is so friendly, and never asks us “hostile” questions about our mods — just genuine and fascinated open interest. It's a very positive change.

Tomorrow is our last full day here (we'll be back Sunday, and Saturday is a day that's mostly transit) and Rachel and I are going out to a reef for snorkling… I had so much fun swimming with the stingrays and the dolphins that I'm very much looking forward to it — even though I'll shamefully admit here that I have an almost pathological fear of drowning brought on by years of recurring nightmares that water was from an alien planet and was a gateway to “their” world (and thank you very much to my friend Erebli for getting me reading Sitchin which has heighted my paranoia there!).

What did Melville say? “Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters…” Now, does that reveal my weakness for Melville, or for Star Trek? Or for Iron Maiden…? Anyway, I'll try and make a post tomorrow night. I hope everything is going well back on the mainland. I hear the Terminator is taking over America.

In Antigua

Had some unpleasantness not worth mentioning back on Tortola so I was ready to just say fuck it and come back home and work instead… Made it as far as Antigua to find out that not only were there no flights to Canada until Saturday, but Air Canada here doesn't even appear to be open until then! So we're stranded — as those that were in London UK with me earlier this year can attest to, travelling is very hard on me so I'm just trying to make the best of it.

Anyway, we're still in Antigua, and trying to find a place down in St. Lucia to stay for a few days. I think if that falls through we'll go over to Monserrat (I may have spelled that wrong) and check out the volcano that's currently live. I hope I don't get burned up.

Rachel and I went swimming with stingrays today and I got to feed them (she was too scared, but it was really fun)… We went swimming with dolphins as well (I'll post pictures when I return). Oh, and I should say that everyone is really cool here about tattoos and piercings; just expression of genuine interest… A lot of “what tribe are you in?” and “what religion is that?” (and a surprising number of people recognizing us from TV and being happy to hear about Erik as well).

Other than that I really miss everyone and I really miss the weather in Canada… It's so hot here. I could use a cool breeze!