US Politics: Still Weird

As a citizen of the rest of the world, man, I gotta say, that Obama guy you got in your election race can sure deliver a hell of a speech. The acceptance speech at the Denver convention? That is a thing of beauty. Almost enough to make us rest-of-worlders start to hope.
(Any of my fellow rest-of-worlders who haven’t encountered the speech yet, you can find video and transcript here – this thing is seriously worth your time.)
And this is, what, the third? fourth? incredible speech by Obama during this campaign, speeches for the ages that will be studied in schools for decades or longer. And the speeches aren’t just wind-up toy messages, they are the product of the man and his campaign. This is the guy the Dems want you to vote for.
And on the other side of the ballot paper? John McCain, who is basically a missile in a rumpled suit, and who managed to snatch the media eye away from Obama the only way he could, with a completely frikkin’ insane nomination decision for his VP. I mean, Sarah Palin? This is his counterpoint? Its such a wacked-out move that it doesn’t even make sense on its own terms. Is she meant to grab the Clinton voters? Seriously, you figure a fundy Christian anti-abortion hardliner is going to win over disgruntled feminists?
Then again, this is the US, and up is usually down over there. Political engagement there has advanced further from rationality than in any other first-world nation (though most of the others are racing to catch up, it must be noted). Just hold it in your head for a moment – the truly insane thing is that in the US, a country economically wounded, deeply corrupted and compromised, locked in a tortuous unwinnable war, in this country there will be an election between Barack Obama and John McCain – conjure up the images in your mind, these two men, and all that they represent – there will be an election between these two men, and John McCain has a good chance of winning.
It doesn’t make the slightest lick of sense, but I’ll tell you this: it makes for one hell of an interesting show.

Olympics Not Politics

[Starting to get back into the groove of life. There may be blog.]
This one I got wrong: “There is a moral dimension to the Olympics, and I expect it to come to the fore in Beijing. It won’t be the first time there’s been a memorable protest under the five rings.”
There was barely a murmur of political protest from the athletes during this Olympiad. I am still surprised, given the massive conflicts that raged over the torch run, and the widespread awareness and popularity of the Tibet cause if nothing else. It was as if everyone who turned up just wanted to do their sporty and enjoy the atmosphere in the Olympic village! (Cue the usual run of media stories about how everyone is shagging everyone else in athlete-town.) Where, I ask, was their political consciousness?
In retrospect it isn’t so surprising. It is absolutely clear that China put on a wonderful Games, and the athletes were entirely caught up in it, with helpful people everywhere and a massive enthusiasm from the locals to show off their country to the world and win many, many medals. It was a brilliant games to watch, as well – any games that gives you both a Michael Phelps and a Usain Bolt is one to be cherished. Like so many other people, I don’t really give a toss about 99% of the Olympic sports at any other time, but the festival nature of the Olympics and the sheer global commitment to excellence gets me every time.
So I can understand any athlete with a political mission letting it slide in the face of this excellent welcome. For an athlete at this level, the politics can only ever be distantly second to the sport, and its easy to see that distant second fading away into obscurity. So it turned out to be a happy games, despite the occasional sour note that reverberated with deeply unpleasant power – the lip-synch little girl for one. Media in the UK didn’t shy away from hinting at China’s political failings, but also never went beyond insinuation. Everyone walked away exhilirated and smiling, and in fact there is something deeply encouraging in the embrace of the Chinese by the world when so often they are vilified or even feared in other countries.
This, then, was China’s coming out party into the 21st century world with a new social prominence to match its economic and political prominence. The Beijing Olympiad shows, unnervingly, just how functional a massive oppressive state can be when it marries itself to global capital. This is a model of the future; unlike Soviet Russia, whose communism was probably destined to collapse in upon itself sooner rather than later, China shows no cracks and I can fully believe it will be standing strong with this exact model of state management in a century’s time, or longer. It has embraced the systems in the rest of the world that don’t care about human rights, and in so doing has immunised itself from those systems that do care. It has had its coming out party, and it won’t be going inside again.

I Liked Them Before You Did

From a November 2003 email about 8 August of that year:
“On Friday Cal and I were wandering near the Student Union building, Teviot, and were offered free tickets to a show by Irish comedian David O’Doherty. Despite our worrying [earlier] experiences with the alleged Cream of Irish Comedy we signed on, and got an interesting show – mostly consisting of O’Doherty sitting with a keyboard on his lap playing and singing amusing ditties about
how miserable and crap he was. Not bad at all, actually, and at that price how can you go wrong?”
From a Guardian report four days ago:
“David O’Doherty has taken home the main prize at the if.comedy awards – formerly known as the Perriers – in Edinburgh, the most prestigious accolade of its kind.”
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From my blog, March 9, 2004:
“I discovered today that my NZ-rock-gods-to-be Two Lane Blacktop have split up. Sucksville.”
From the Guardian on June 9:
“We’re going to stick our necks out on this one and predict that Ladyhawke are going to be massive. Or rather, “is” going to be massive: Ladyhawke (the title of a 1985 fantasy film starring Sarah Jessica Parker’s hubby; not to be confused with Ladyhawk, a Canadian indie-rock band) is the vehicle for the giant (alter) ego that is the New Zealand-born Pip Brown [formerly of Two Lane Blacktop].”
(The first and only time I saw them play was at Indigo during the Cuba Street Carnival in Feb 2002 – Our Sophie was on the door and I popped up to see her, and stuck around to watch because the band was amazing. Sophie chatted with me about Pip afterwards; we were both well impressed. Hmm, a quick google reveals the Ladyhawke Lady herself announcing that gig on NZMusic – so it was on Feb 22.)
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Anyway, this clearly shows that my taste in everything is chronologically superior to your taste in everything. Sorry about that.

Trains, Planes, Automobiles

Train from Edinburgh to London Kings Cross
Tube on Circle line to Paddington station
Train from Paddington to Heathrow
Plane from Heathrow to Hong Kong
Plane from Hong Kong to Sydney
Plane from Sydney to Wellington
Automobile from Wellington to Lower Hutt
Much-needed shower
Automobile from Lower Hutt to Wellington
Much-needed sleep.
Now back to work!

About To Return

It is Monday morning in Edinburgh. The last two weeks have been packed with stuff. I am on a bit of a bliss rush from seeing so many wonderful people in such a short period of time. But real life is clawing me back and in a couple hours I get on the train to London, then the plane to Hong Kong, then to Sydney, then to Wellington.
This is my second time leaving Edinburgh. I’ll be back to do it again.

Flying Tomorrow

Tomorrow morning I’m on the plane to the UK for two glorious weeks of London, Winchester and Edinburgh, including the reason for the journey: the wedding of The Most Revered And Regal Leon, King And God, to the wonderful Laura.
I’ll be back in a few weeks. Blogging will be low. Anyone in London who doesn’t already know about the Weds post-work picnic catchup, give me an email. Plans in Edinburgh are still disorganized.
And following the discussion and extensive advice I received here, just now I finally got off my backside and carbon offset my flight at CarbonZero.com. Total carbon emissions 7867.54kg CO2-e; offset cost $270. Worth every cent. They even gave me a certificate to prove it.
Next task is to pay back the good soul who loaned me money for the tickets…

Comment Mod Fail

I just discovered that my spam filter has been chewing up a bunch of comments, including comments where no email was provided, comment where a url was included, and others whose sole offence seems to be that they were written by Fraser.
So I’ve just spent a half hour going through the last 1000 spam comments and approved about fifteen genuine articles. If you had a comment that never appeared, I apologise and assure you that I have belatedly appreciated your contribution 🙂
In future, if you get a “comment being moderated” message, give me an email so I am reminded to fish it out of the spam filter…

Frdy Lnky

Never read Watchmen, the 80s comic by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons that Time called one of the Top 100 Novels of all time? Now you can remedy that – read it online here at “Mah Shelf”. And if you have read it, here’s something for you too – a spoiler-heavy discussion with the creators from 1988.
The Mah Shelf site delivers a pretty good reading experience, fast and easy, I was quite impressed. Also on offer: the infamous Spider-Man comic from the 80s where Spidey reveals he was sexually abused by an older boy named Skip. And for good measure, here’s Skip’s entry in the delightfully obsessive Marvel Universe Appendix.
Knife Man spotted this one: a review of Dark Knight that… ah, I’ll just copy the same bit he did: “There seems to me no question that the Batman film “The Dark Knight,” currently breaking every box office record in history, is at some level a paean of praise to the fortitude and moral courage that has been shown by George W. Bush in this time of terror and war”
79-year-old Groucho Marx on the last episode of failed comedy-music show, Music Scene, in 1969. He keeps getting laughs just by taking what the host says and repeating it with a slightly different emphasis – it’s marvellous.
Kind of comix-heavy this week, but that’s just how the cookie has done gone crumbled yessir.
Also: congrats to the Alligator for his ice cream being recognised in Seattle Weekly’s Best of 2008 series!

Oh dear.

I just became one of those people who withdraw money at the ATM and then walk away without the money.
Its all downhill from here, folks.