Grouchy Woman's Random Musings

July 22, 2008

With Friends Like These . . .

I'm sure a good laugh was had by all:

Two men accused of setting their friend’s groin on fire were sentenced to jail and prison this week.

. . . .

The charges stemmed from a Jan. 18 incident in which the men set friend Elliot Tuleja’s groin area on fire as a practical joke. Tuleja was drinking with Keiffer and Pillers at a house in Grover Beach, said prosecutors.

The men routinely drank together and played practical jokes on each other. That night one of them poured cologne on Tuleja's groin area while he was passed out and allegedly lit his pants on fire, according to prosecutors. Tuleja suffered second-and third-degree burns on his testicles and third-degree burns on his inner thighs.

July 21, 2008

Not to Carp, But This Spa Treatment Is Disgusting

Just when you thought spa treatments couldn't get any more bizarre, along comes this new form of pedicure:

Ready for the latest in spa pampering? Prepare to dunk your tootsies in a tank of water and let tiny carp nibble away.

Fish pedicures are creating something of a splash in the D.C. area, where a northern Virginia spa has been offering them for the past four months. John Ho, who runs the Yvonne Hair and Nails salon with his wife, Yvonne Le, said 5,000 people have taken the plunge so far.    . . . .

Ho said the hot water in which the fish thrive doesn't support much plant or aquatic life, so they learned to feed on whatever food sources were available — including dead, flaking skin. They leave live skin alone because, without teeth, they can't bite it off.

And as if that's not disgusting enough for you . . .

In addition to offering pedicures, Ho hopes to establish a network of Doctor Fish Massage franchises and is evaluating a full-body fish treatment that, among other things, could treat psoriasis and other skin ailments.

It's going to be a while before I can eat fish again, I can tell you that.

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Grouchy Woman beauty tip: 

You don't need fish to keep your feet smooth and healthy!  You don't even need a spa pedicure.  Grouchy Woman is a runner, so she knows all about callouses, and she's cheap, so she knows all about not going for expensive pedicures on a regular basis.

Keep a pumice stone in your shower.  Once or twice a week in the shower (depends on how callousy you are), rub your callouses with the pumice stone for a couple of minutes.  Moisturize them when you get out of the shower.  Vaseline works fine, if you don't want to buy none of that fancy-pancy lotion stuff.  Keep it up and you'll keep the callouses under control. (Note: if you have really thick callouses now, it may take a while to get them down, but you will eventually, and if you keep after them, they'll never get ugly again.)  

Don't believe it works?  You're welcome to give Grouchy Woman a foot rub and check out her nice, soft feet.

July 16, 2008

Is there such a thing as a "perfect" novel or movie?

One of my faithful readers sent me a piece from "Paper Cut", the New York Times blog about books.  The article, entitled Perfect, asks whether there is such a thing as a perfect novel, and if so, which novels might deserve to be called perfect.  The blogger nominated The Great Gatsby, among others, but one thing he didn't do was define what he meant by "perfect".  And of course, that's the first thing you've got to do if you're going to make any claim that something is perfect.

Perfect is not the same thing as "good".  A lot of novels and movies out there are fantastic but flawed.  They might be brilliantly written or acted, but the characters act inconsistently, or there's an inconsistency between one scene and another, or the work contains extra, superfluous material that does not add to the work as a whole.  To me, in the context of a work of fiction, whether it's a book or a movie, "perfect" would mean that the work lacked those flaws.  Love it or hate it, it would work completely on its own terms.  Everything in it would be consistent with itself, and nothing would be in it that didn't add to the whole -- not a word, not a scene, not a character.  And nothing in it could be changed for the better, without deviating from the author's vision.

I'm not sure there is a perfect novel, really.  I'm very fond of finding and pointing out anachronisms and mistakes in novels, thus ruining them for other people.  But since I'm a risk taker, I'm going to nominate a few of my favorite candidates off the top of my head, and let you do the same thing to me, if you're so inclined. 

To start with, I nominate "Empire Falls" by Richard Russo, and Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice".  To me, the characters in both books live and breathe to perfection -- there isn't a line out of place, or a plot twist that doesn't in the end seem inevitable given the characters and their world, once things are set in motion.  You understand why Miles is still in that diner in Empire Falls, and you know why he married (and was divorced by) Janine.  And could there be better comic characters than Mr. Collins and Mrs. Bennet in "Pride and Prejudice"?  Each character in Pride and Prejudice is pitch perfect every time, saying and doing just exactly what they inevitably would say and do if they were alive. Have at me -- what's wrong with these books?  (And don't say "they're boring" or "I don't like them" -- I defined what I meant by "perfect" above.) 

I feel that I should nominate one oddball choice, so I'll go with P.G. Wodehouse's "Bertie Wooster Sees It Through".  Yes, it's total farce, but it is perfect farce -- not a hair out of place.  I read somewhere that Wodehouse used to post pages of his novels at different levels around the walls when he was writing.  If a page was out of sync in some way with the rest -- too campy, too dull, etc. -- he'd post it above or below the rest and keep re-writing it until it was at the same level with the rest.  And it shows.  Wodehouse's characters and situations are ridiculous, but always pitch-perfect for what Wodehouse is trying to do.

For the perfect movie, I first nominate a really dark-horse candidate:  Mel Brooks' "Young Frankenstein".  I can't imagine what I'd change about that movie to make it better -- can't imagine what I'd cut, and can't imagine what I'd add.  Yes, the entire premise is absurd, but within that premise, everything works.  Don't you go saying "Blazing Saddles" is better.  While many of the scenes in "Blazing Saddles" are hilarious -- arguably some are funnier than "Young Frankenstein" -- the movie itself is disjointed.  And Brooks got way carried away at the end when suddenly, ha ha ha, we discover it's all a movie within a movie and everyone throws pies at each other.  "Blazing Saddles" is hilarious, but it's definitely not perfect.

Off the top of my head, I'll nominate two other candidates -- "Remains of the Day" and "Sideways".  Sideways, though I think it's hilarious and brilliant and moving all at the same time, could have blown it in my perfection sweepstakes, but saved itself with one line -- when Miles explains to Maya that Jack was his roommate his freshman year in college.  That line explains everything that would otherwise make the movie too far-fetched for perfection.  Miles and Jack would never, ever be on a road trip in wine country but for that, but when Miles tells Maya that Jack was his freshman roommate, suddenly you see them both at 18 -- geeky Miles and the big-man-on-campus Jack, and you know how the friendship started and why it continued.  Don't we all have some friend from way back when that we probably wouldn't be friends with if we met him now?

And "Remains of the Day" -- one of the only movies that can move me to tears at the end each and every time I see it.  Every damn time I want to scream at Stevens, "No! No!  You can't let her get away from you again!"  But at the same I know it's the only thing that character can do and still be consistent.

Oh -- and I hereby proclaim one television series as perfect in its entirety:  the original BBC version of "The Office" (not to be confused with the American version, which is amusing, but far from perfect).  The BBC version is so perfect it is painful.  You don't know whether to laugh or cry, at least if you've ever worked in an office.  Just brilliant in every way.

Have any of your own candidates for perfection?  Have a problem with any of mine?  The floor is yours -- comment away.

June 20, 2008

If sarcasm is really an evolutionary survival mechanism, the human race is doomed

According to this article, sarcasm evolved as a survival mechanism:

Sarcasm, then, is a verbal hammer that connects people in both a negative and positive way. We know that sense of humor is important to relationships; if someone doesn't get your jokes, they aren't likely to be your friend (or at least that's my bottom line about friendship). Sarcasm is simply humor's dark side, and it would be just as disconcerting if a friend didn't get your snide remarks.

It's also easy to imagine how sarcasm might be selected over time as evolutionarily crucial. Imagine two ancient humans running across the savannah with a hungry lion in pursuit. One guy says to the other, "Are we having fun yet?" and the other just looks blank and stops to figure out what in the world his pal meant by that remark. End of friendship, end of one guy's contribution to the future of the human gene pool.

Count me a skeptic.  Although I'm a huge fan of sarcasm and irony, I don't imagine that ancient humans had much time for witty banter.  That said, if this author is correct that sarcasm is important for survival of the race, the human race may be doomed.  

I've noticed that more and more people are unable to recognize sarcasm and irony (or humor in general) unless there is either a laugh track, an emoticon (don't get me started on emoticons), or that comedy killer, "LOL" ("laugh out loud," for those of you who -- bless your hearts -- don't already know) to flag it.  Even Dave Barry fans have lost their ability to distinguish a joke.  And I must say, the author of that article makes some of the lamest attempts at sarcasm I've ever seen.

Lucky we humans wiped out most of the hungry lions, or we'd all be dead meat.  LOL!

June 18, 2008

Christian the lion -- I weep like a little girl when I watch this video

Check out these links -- this is a true story.  These two guys in London adopted a lion cub (this was back in 1970, when apparently they let you do that).  After a year, it was too big to live in their apartment, so they got this guy from "Born Free" to train it to live in the wild. 
 
After the lion had been out in the wild for a while, the two guys went to Africa to visit "their" lion.  The animal experts all said that the lion wouldn't remember them.  Their reunion with the lion was filmed -- the lion totally remembers them and greets and plays with them.  It is totally amazing.  It actually brought tears to my grouchy eyes.
 
Check out the video: 

 
If you're interested in more details, here's a link to an article in the Daily Mail:   http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-452820/Christian-lion-lived-London-living-room.html 
 
I'm not sure why this story is making the rounds again after 30 years, but I'm glad.  I never heard about it, and I find it very inspiring and interesting. 
 
(I wonder what those two guys are doing now?  They'd be what -- maybe 60 or 65 now?  They've got to be pretty cool and interesting, don't you think?  I don't know about the rest of you, but I've got a little crush on both of them.)
 
Thanks to WB for sending me the video!

Subtitles written by someone with a lot of time (and weed) on his hands . . .

 . . . but it's pretty funny nonetheless:

Thanks to JG for sending me the video!

Maybe it's time to take up tennis instead

Have you been following this case at all?  Sixth Human Foot Found On Canada's Pacific Coast

Like most of the others, it was a right foot encased in a running shoe, said police Sgt. Mike Tresoor. He said a citizen spotted it on a beach and no other remains were found.

Some have speculated that the feet belong to plane crash victims, but so far the feet have not been connected to any other remains.  Call me paranoid (I am a runner, after all), but it sounds to me more like some psycho is murdering runners, severing one foot, and tossing the feet in the ocean.  If it were a plane crash, wouldn't there be a record of recent plane crashes in the area?  Wouldn't it then be easy to narrow down the identities of the victims, take some DNA tests and identify the bodies?

OK.  This case is not at all funny.  I feel terrible for the victims and for their families, and some concern that other victims may fall prey to a psycho.  That said, can I be really horrible for a minute and quote you my favorite lines in this story?  Here we go:

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police have said there's no evidence the feet were severed or removed from the victims' legs by force.

Huh. Last I checked, running-shoe-encased right feet don't simply wander off on their own accord.  There had to be some force involved, whether it was an ax-wielding psycho or the force of an accident.   

I like this one too:

"The object will ultimately be examined by a forensic pathologist in attempts to determine the source of the foot and if it is related to other feet recently found," Tresoor said in a statement

Hmmm . . . . Most people only have one right foot, although I have danced with a few guys who had two left feet (buh dum bum).  Also, most people wear running shoes that match, generally the same size, brand and model on each foot.  So wouldn't it be fairly simple to determine if any of the feet were "related to other feet recently found"?  

April 25, 2008

A Huge Error in the Harry Potter Books (Spoiler Warning: Don't Read This Unless You've Read All Seven Harry Potter Books)

The Harry Potter series contains a huge, fundamental error that affects just about every aspect of every one of the seven books in the series.

If you haven't read the Harry Potter books, you'll have no interest in this post, and you'll just think I'm an enormous geek (although surely you should have come to that conclusion long ago).  And if you haven't read all seven of them, but do intend to read them, it will be a total spoiler.  So -- unless you've read all seven books, stop reading this post right now and go do something productive for a change, why don't you. 

In case you're still here, I'm going to babble on for a bit before I get to the spoiler so you'll have a chance to repent and go away.  Those of you who don't want to hear me babble can skim right on down till you get to the bold italized line a few paragraphs down, and read from there.

Before going into the spoiler and telling you about the huge error, I want to say that I'm a huge fan of the Harry Potter series.  I'm probably the most annoying, stuffy, snotty, book snob you know, and until I started reading the HP series, I admit I was one of those people who said "why would an adult waste her time reading a children's book about wizards?"  And then I got caught for hours at an airport, ran out of reading material, and bought the first Harry Potter book.  Before I left the airport, I'd finished the first book in the series and bought the second.   As for the rest, I didn't go standing in line at midnight to buy them the first day they came out, but I did in fact buy and read each one very soon after each was released.  Go ahead and kick me out of the Book Snob club.  I think the HP books are delightful and imaginative, and I am really looking forward to introducing my little nieces to the books.  OK.  That's out of the way.

One of my annoying former English Lit major habits, which I absolutely cannot shake and do not even bother trying to stop me, is to pick holes in books, finding anachronisms and inconsistencies.  It's not so much that I look for them as that, after long habit of reading fiction critically in college, they pop right out at me.  I'll bet you literature majors out there know what I mean.  Lots of great books have them, particularly the longer and more imaginative ones. It doesn't interfere with my enjoyment of the book, if I liked it.  So what if Hector Hulot is 72 years old on this page, and 63 years old on the next?  We're too interested in what's happening with Madame Marneffe to care.

Anyway, the Harry Potter books are loaded with inconsistencies, but that's pretty much what you'd expect out of a series of seven books about an imaginary world.  I could fill this blog discussing HP inconsistencies, but why?  If you like that kind of thing, I understand there are dozens of Harry Potter fan sites out there, no doubt with millions of Harry Potter fans happily discussing J.K. Rowling's bloopers.  Go find them and have a party. 

But -- there is one huge overarching problem I spotted in the books that I've never heard anyone discuss.  (That said, I don't troll the Harry Potter fan sites, so it may well be the main topic of discussion there for all I know.  I do know that none of my friends and acquaintances with whom I've discussed this have noticed it.)  Anyway, I cannot think of any way to reconcile it. 

Have I babbled enough to bore away all of the people who don't really want to hear about it?  Good.  Here it is. 

*  Lily, Harry's mother, should be alive.  *

As all good Harry Potter fans know, Harry is protected from Voldemort in the first few books by an ancient piece of fundamental magic:  his mother sacrificed herself for him.   Voldemort told her to stand aside so he could kill Harry.  Instead, wandless, she blocked Harry's crib with her body, a gesture she had to know was futile.  Voldemort therefore killed her, and then moved on to try to kill Harry.  However, his mother's feeble attempt to block his crib and her resulting death had cast a spell of protection over Harry with regard to Voldemort.  As a result, Voldemort could not kill Harry until he found a way of getting Harry's blood into his own body and thus overcoming the protection.  But blah blah blah, you know all that.

OK.  Then we get to the end of book 7.  Harry goes to Voldemort and allows Voldemort to kill him (or at least thinks that's what will happen).   Harry does that to protect all of his friends who are fighting valiantly for him in the castle -- to prevent Voldemort from slaughtering them.  Harry's intended sacrifice then protects all of his friends.  Voldemort tries to shoot deadly spells at them, and they just bounce off.  He puts the flaming sorting hat on Neville's head, but Neville is able to cast it aside.  None of Voldemort's spells stick.  Harry says (p. 738 of the hardcover version):

  "You won't be hurting anyone else tonight.  You won't be able to kill any of them ever again.  Don't you get it?  I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people -- "

"But you did not!" [interjects Voldemort]

"--I meant to, and that's what did it.  I've done what my mother did.  They're protected from you.  Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding?  You can't torture them.  You can't touch them.  You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?"

Fine.  So from this we know that the protective power of this spell can extend to more than one person, and that person does not have to be in the immediate room with the person who sacrifices himself.  It need not be a mother protecting her child.  The only thing that matters, for the spell to work, is that the person sacrificing himself is willing to die to prevent someone (or many people) from being hurt.  The sacrificed person need not even be killed -- he need only to be willing to die to protect someone else.

Great.  But then why did Harry's mother die?

The night Voldemort invaded the Potter home, both Lily and James Potter were caught without their wands.  How do we know this?  See Book 7, page 343-344 of the hardcover version -- Harry is having one of those moments when he's inside Voldemort's head, and he relives Voldemort's memory of the attack on his parents, from Voldemort's perspective: 

He [Voldemort] was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall.  It was easy, too easy, he[James] had not even picked up his wand . . . .

'Lily, take Harry and go!  It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" 

Hold him off, without a wand in his hand!  He laughed before casting the curse."

Anyway, James could have sprinted off, running for his life or looking for his wand.  That was the only way James was going to have a chance to survive.  But James did not.  Instead, James Potter told Lily to "Take Harry and go!  It's him!  Go!  Run!  I'll hold him off!" 

Of course, James would know that, without a wand, he stood no chance whatsoever of holding Voldemort off for more than a couple of seconds, much less fighting him, and he must have known that he himself would surely die as a result of his action.  (Just as Lily must have known that she would die when blocking the crib with her body.)  What was James going to do, arm wrestle the Dark Lord?  James could not fight.  He was just trying to "hold him off" -- that is, to buy a few precious seconds so that, just maybe, his wife and child would have a chance to escape while Voldemort was killing him. 

By the way, James knew right where his wand was -- on the living room sofa.  See Book 7, hardcover p. 343.  He'd been using it only a few minutes earlier to blow smoke rings to entertain baby Harry, but when Lily took Harry up to bed, James "threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning."  When Voldemort blasted down the front door, James sprinted into the front hall and saw it was Voldemort.  Lily had gone upstairs with the baby.  The stairs led right out of the hallway. (How do we know?  See p. 344: when Voldemort killed James, "the green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glare like lightning rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut").  So James was faced with two choices:  run back into the living room and get his wand, thus giving himself a chance of survival, but also leaving Voldemort a clear path up the stairs to Lily and the baby.  Alternatively, he could stand in Voldemort's way, wandless, meaning that James would surely die, but Lily might have a slim chance to get away.  James chose the latter.

So, in other words, James sacrificed himself to protect Lily and Harry, without a prayer of survival.

Right?  What other interpretation could there possibly be?   So -- why did Lily die?  Why didn't James's sacrifice protect Lily?  Voldemort's spell should have bounced off of her and killed Voldemort, leaving her with a zigzag scar, and Harry safe in the crib behind her.

Why does this matter so much?  Well, of course, it doesn't matter at all in the real world where we've got Iraq and global warming and the Jolie-Pitt relationship to worry about.  But in the Harry Potter world, it matters tremendously. 

Harry would never have gone to the Dursleys.  He would have lived with Lily, of course.  More importantly, it wouldn't have been Harry that had to battle Voldemort.  Actually, there wouldn't have been anything particularly special about Harry.  Instead of being the Boy Who Lived, he just would have been the Baby Behind Lily.   Actually, there isn't much about the plot of any of the seven books that would survive beyond the Quidditch matches.  It would have been Lily fighting Voldemort while Harry struggled through Potions.  It would have been Lily who had a little piece of Voldemort's soul imbedded within her.  Lily, not Harry, would understand Parseltongue.  Oh -- and she would not have been at Hogwarts when the Chamber of Secrets was opened.  Harry would not have understood the basilisk, and he Ron and Hermione would not have been able to find the Chamber of Secrets and stop Voldemort.  Voldemort would have returned at least two years earlier, and Ginny and many others would be dead.  Hell, maybe Lily would have ended up marrying Snape and Snape would have been Harry's stepfather.   The mind reels!  (At least if it has nothing better to do.) 

The irony is, J.K. Rowling easily could have avoided this huge hole.  All she had to do was have Voldemort blast James away as soon as he got into the house, before James knew what hit him.  Then James would not have sacrificed himself -- only Lily would have done so, by standing in front of the crib.

Actually, I noticed this inconsistency much earlier in the series than the seventh book (I noticed it in Book 3, when the dementors caused Harry to hear Voldemort murdering his mother and father and wondered in a lazy way why James's sacrifice had not had the same effect as Lily's, but I assumed the spell only worked with a mother and her child, or had something to do with the prophecy, or could only protect one person at at time, or only worked when the protected person was in the same room, etc.  I also assumed James was armed, and that perhaps the ability to fight Voldemort, with some hope of survival, made the difference. It was only at the end of the second book that it became clear than none of this was true.

Oh, and don't say it's because Voldemort would otherwise have spared Lily's life, but had planned to kill James regardless.  Voldemort certainly did not plan on sparing Harry's life, yet Harry's sacrifice in Book 7 invoked the protective magic.  Thus,  it cannot be that Voldemort's intention to kill or not kill that makes the difference to the protective magic.

And don't say it's because James was fighting for his own life, but Harry and Lily were not.  Of course James didn't fight for his own life, and was not and could not have been planning on fighting for his own life when he told Lily to flee.  James didn't have a wand, so he would know that he couldn't possibly even try to fight Voldemort.  All he could do was buy a second or two for his wife and child to get away, and only at the expense of his own life -- that second or two would be the second or two that Voldemort spent killing him.  James was doing the opposite of fighting for his own life.  He was surrendering to death --putting himself forward as a target in the hopes of saving his family.  James must have known that without a wand, he was a dead man.  Thus, it is could not be the sacrificee's intention to fight and survive that made the difference to the protective magic. 

Oh, and don't say (as one person suggested in an email) that Harry and Lily made considered, thought-out sacrifices, knowing that they otherwise could live, but that James knew he would die anyway.    Lily, like James, must have assumed that Voldemort planned to kill them all.   Lily and James were both Voldemort's enemies and had both fought him.  Lily had no reason to believe that Voldemort intended to spare her.   Even assuming that Lily would have taken Voldemort's word on it, please note that Voldemort never told Lily that he would spare her -- all he told her was to step away from the crib -- and remember that she didn't know about Snape's request that she be spared.  Not knowing of Snape's request, it would be far more in keeping with Voldemort's character to kill the baby first, making Lily watch, and then kill Lily too, than it would be for him to allow Lily to live.  Since when did he let his enemies live?  Wouldn't Lily assume that Voldemort was going to kill her right after the baby?   And actually, that's almost certainly exactly what he would have done, regardless of what Lily did.  Killing Lily was completely unnecessary.  She was unarmed.  Voldemort could easily have knocked her aside, or stunned her or petrified her without killing her, and then gone for the baby, and thus have kept his promise to Snape.  But he decided it made more sense to kill her instead (Book 7, p. 344): "He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all."  Why wouldn't Voldemort come to that same conclusion, even if Lily had stepped away from the crib?  More importantly, why wouldn't Lily assume that's what he'd do?   Why would she assume that Voldemort  would be coming for the baby, but then say "Oh, you'd prefer I didn't kill the baby?  You'd rather die in his place?  Pardon me, I had no idea!  OK,  I won't kill your baby, I'll kill you instead"?   He's the freaking Dark Lord, for Pete's sake, and the operating assumption would be that he's going to kill both of them.  Thus, the difference cannot be that Lily thought she'd live and instead chose to die.  Like James, she was certainly willing to barter her life for Harry's, but she must have assumed she was going to die. 

And in any case, while perhaps Lily could have tried to step aside to try to save her own life, it is equally true that James could have tried to run away to save his.  Since Voldemort actually was after Harry rather than James that night, and since James's wand was not far away, James might have been able to save himself.

(Hmmm . . . I just did a little Google search, and from what I can tell, it does not seem like anyone else has written about this error.  I might just have to write J.K. Rowling about it. ) 

Anyhoo, speaking of lives, it's time for me to get a life.  I'm turning off the computer and going outside.  But yes, if you were wondering, I do know that I'm a huge geek.

April 23, 2008

Democracy Isn't About Caving In

All that talk in my previous post about superdelegates being free to exercise their own judgment got me thinking about a disagreement I had with some friends a couple of weeks ago about the nature of democracy.    The disagreement boiled down to this -- does having a democracy mean that the elected leaders must do whatever the majority of voters want, regardless of their own judgment?  And I say, resoundingly, standing on a soapbox and screaming shrilly, "NO!"  Read on before you tell me I'm full of crap, and then by all means feel free.   The comment section is just below.

Here's how the subject arose.  My friends and I were watching the "John Adams" series on HBO (which is EXCELLENT, by the way).  At the risk of drastically oversimplifying history, in the particular episode we were watching, John Adams had to make a decision regarding whether to go to war with France.  He strongly felt that this would be disastrous for our brand new country, and had sent a commission to negotiate a treaty.  However, the popular clamor from the mobs in the street was in favor of war.  Adams was up for re-election, and his party urged him to go along with the mobs so that the party would win the election.  Adams instead stuck with his own judgment.  It turned out that Adams' own judgment was correct -- a treaty was negotiated, and it was in fact the better result for our fledgling nation.  However, the treaty was concluded too late to affect the election, which Adams lost to Jefferson.

I expressed admiration for Adams' tenacity and integrity in sticking to the position he knew was correct despite the fact that it made him extremely unpopular and cost him the election.  My two friends said they didn't admire it -- that it flew in the face of democracy, because our democracy means that a leader should do what the people want -- "that's what being a democracy is all about." 

As I said to my friends that night, I couldn't possibly disagree more. 

If that were really what our democracy was about, we wouldn't need leaders at all --- we could all vote on, say, whether to go to war with Iraq or to raise taxes and go with the majority's opinion.  We could prop up a couple of Raggedy Ann dolls in Congress and the Oval Office just for photo ops.  But that's not what we do. Instead, we elect representatives who go in and decide on those issues for us. 

Of course, elected leaders have a powerful incentive to do what will please their constituents, because they (and their party) want to get re-elected.  But they don't have to vote to go to war just because the majority in their state want to do it.  The leader may -- almost certainly does -- have more knowledge and perspective on a given issue than the average voter does, and if that leads her to believe that we should attack Iraq, or not attack Iraq, she can go with that conviction, rather than consult the guys drinking beer in the local pub.  That ability to exercise independent judgment is why we all get pissed off and blame our leaders for voting to go to war, or voting not to go to war, or voting to raise taxes, or voting to lower taxes.  (Of course, as discussed below, we blame them even if they did what we wanted, if it doesn't turn out well.  However, we wouldn't be able to blame them if their sole function was to mechanically carry out the will of the majority on all issues.)

Is that undemocratic?  No.  We the people on the ground do get our say, when we vote for our leaders.  We vote for our leaders, in the belief that those leaders will exercise their judgment and use the power we have granted them in a way that will be beneficial to us.  However, once we've delegated power for independent judgment to a leader, he's allowed to use it.  If the voters don't like what the leader does with it, he'll be booted out the door in the next election cycle, or beforehand, if he really messes things up.  That's why we have term limits.  And there are plenty of checks and balances to prevent our elected officials from going off the deep end into tyranny while in office (which is why we need to do everything possible to preserve those checks and balances). 

But a leader is absolutely not required to do whatever the majority of people want in every instance, any more than you are obligated to vote for Barack Obama just because all of your friends and relatives may be doing so.  Your choice may be outvoted, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't vote with your conviction that Hillary or McCain or Nader or whoever is the best candidate.  If you  are going out to dinner with a group of friends, and you want Indian food, you should say so.  If they all want pizza, you'll be outvoted and you may end up eating pizza you didn't want, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't vote for Indian food in the first place, or that you shouldn't attempt to convince them that Indian food is a better choice than pizza.  And if it's your birthday, and they delegated authority to you to choose the restaurant, then you are free to select Indian food.  (Mmmm . . . all this talk about democracy is making me crave samosas.) 

The popular view on any given issue isn't always the correct one (I'm not sure it's even usually the correct one, but never mind).   Slavery was popular.  Segregated schooling was popular.   The popular view is notoriously fickle, too.  I think most of the country (not me, but most of the country) thought we should attack Iraq.  That's the way our representatives voted.  And now it didn't turn out so well, so most of us, using 20-20 hindsight, think we shouldn't have attacked Iraq, and we're all pissed off at our elected leaders for it.  But in fact, they did what most people at the time thought they should do.  If all leaders do is scurry around trying to please the majority, we're going to end up with some mighty illogical and unprincipled results.  And indeed, in my view, that is what we're ending up with, and largely for that reason. 

We need leaders like Adams who are willing to stand up for what they believe, even in the face of popular disapproval.  If we the people don't like what they did, we can boot them out in the next election cycle.  If they truly exceed their granted authority, we can yank them out immediately.

Democracy is not about so-called leaders doing whatever the majority wants just to get re-elected.  Or at least, it sure as hell shouldn't be.

And now I shall get off my soapbox and go for a run.

April 14, 2008

Buster Martin "only" 94 after all?

The good news is that Buster Martin,  the 101 year old marathon runner, finished the London marathon in about 10 hours.  The bad news is that he may only be 94:

On Saturday The [London] Times disclosed that Guinness World Records had refused to verify his claim to be the oldest marathon runner. Now it has emerged why the world record guardians will not be featuring Mr Martin in its celebrated publication. Internal correspondence between senior officials at the organisation, obtained by The Times, shows that Guinness has evidence that Mr Martin is a mere spring chicken of just 94.

Guinness received information that Mr Martin, whose real name is Pierre Jean Martin, told NHS staff that he was born on September 1, 1913, not 1906, as he now claims. A senior adviser to the world record company warned Guinness officials that Mr Martin “appears to be a fake, and more so, one being exploited by his company, which is using him to promote their services”.

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When confronted by The Times about the dispute over his age, Mr Martin said: “I know how long I have lived. There are always rumours from a lot of people who are jealous.”

It's a shame if he exaggerated his age -- he's still amazing even if he's only 94, and it's sad to have such a feel-good story tainted by the possibility of a lie. 

I'm still holding out hope that Buster's not fibbing.  It's possible that the records just suck.  I've been researching my family tree, and have found that different records give different ages for various relatives. For example, my mother's father was, we are pretty sure, born in 1896 in rural Lithuania. (As you might gather, he was not a young'n when my mom was born.) However, the various records I've dug up on him give birth dates ranging from 1893 to 1897. Records weren't as neat and tidy as they are today, particularly if you were poor. 

Anyway, whether he lied about his age or not, I like him.   

Here's Buster at one of his pit stops during the marathon -- pouring himself a beer. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-ZThRom4g4&feature=related

Here he is getting his finishers medal and a beer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGf907AyaYc

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