Tuesday, July 17, 2012


On Getting Older

I’m getting older.

Did you see that? I got 2.5 seconds older just in the time it took to write that sentence. My life has not gotten 2.5-seconds-worth more enjoyable or easier since I began writing, but I did move 2.5 seconds close to my next medical checkup, as well as two and a half seconds further away from the days when medical checkups were just for guys who called me “young man” and told me to turn down that garbage I was partaking of aurally.

That’s what I think people really unhappy about when they complain about getting older: That the aging process has taken place without life noticeably improving. Between the ages of 26 and 32, for example, I planned to become debt free, improve my time running a mile (to “bad” from “so bad you’d rather not say it aloud”) and become well-known by writing a book. What I got, instead of any of those accomplishments, was knowledge.

There was, for example, the knowledge of the wide world of debts one can accrue through buying a place to live. There was the knowledge of four-syllable conditions that can afflict the knee joints of people who take up running too late in life (it turns out that the whole “consult your doctor before starting any exercise program” messages you see on treadmills isn’t a plot by doctors to increase their customer base, enacted by making exercise-machine makers put them there after a few too many drinks and some incriminating photographs).

And, of course, there was the knowledge that the book-publishing world can make a guy well-known only if he’s willing to write about things large numbers of people want to read about, such as whether or not Charlie Sheen, as of today, still has a Twitter account.

So I can’t say that I’ve lived up to the amount of progress I’d envisioned six years ago. And now I’ve got six fewer years to Make My Mark on the World. This is a concept written into the DNA of many of us who will grow to be Hollywood screenwriters, presidents, or possibly even a respectable profession. It’s the inclination we have to take whatever we do well and make sure a good number of people will have heard that we do it well, and maybe one day you will even be so well-known that people will complain to committees appoint by Jimmy Wales that an online encyclopedia entry about you lacks neutrality and reliable sources.

Unfortunately, writing is what I do best, but not about Charlie Sheen’s social media activities. The kind of writing I like to do requires that people be interested in reading, and reading is not something that people in general enjoy doing, as it usually demands that they concentrate, and who wants to do that when Charlie Sheen-related news could be breaking at any second? It also often requires that they be willing to learn things they’d rather not know, such as that Ronald Reagan raised taxes and withdrew from Lebanon or that their recommended 30 minutes of exercise per day aren’t met through texting.

So the odds of my Making My Mark on the World that way aren’t good. This means more and more 2.5-second periods of time are likely to go by without my feeling that I’ve used them in an exemplary fashion. Which means one day I’ll probably be just another bitter man regularly in need of medical checkups and regularly calling my son “young man” and telling him to turn down that garbage he’s partaking of aurally.

But that brings me to a point I hadn’t been thinking of: Somewhere between the ages of 26 and 32 I did have a son. I suppose I did use the time (re)productively after all. And now I have the chance to accomplish something in the years ahead, even if it’s just passing my knowledge along. My son is currently at an age where his priorities typically consist of a) asking his mother and I to buy him new toy cars based on Pixar cartoons, b) ignoring the toy cars based on Pixar cartoons we’ve already bought for him because another child his age has a different toy car based on a Pixar cartoon and that’s the one he actually wanted all along, and c) convincing us to let him stay up one hour longer each night so he can watch more Pixar cartoons and get more ideas for toy cars to ask for.

That doesn’t mean that one day he won’t appreciate knowledge regarding how to minimize debt accrued through real estate purchases, the best treatments for four-syllable knee joint conditions and which book publishers are looking for the most creative explorations of the Charlie Sheen-on-social-media genre.

In that sense there’s still time for me to Make My Mark on the World, even if it’s just a small corner of the world cluttered with toy cars based on Pixar cartoons.


Sunday, December 25, 2011


Slaying Christopher Hitchens' Ideas

An interest in ideas led me to Christopher Hitchens.

His words could seemingly take any proposition, even the inherently grimy, and shine them until they glistened under harsh light. It was his knack for deconstructing the arguments of others that first grabbed my attention, though, particularly his assailing of Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/11 in 2004 and his leftist, secularist case for the invasion of Iraq.

I was in my mid-20s, still unsure of what to make of the world three years after the day when 19 hijackers armed with box-cutters and no regard for self-preservation showed our overconfident country that it was not invulnerable. Invading Iraq, a country that had nothing to do with that attack had not seemed like the best course of action, but didn’t Saddam deserve his fate? Didn’t America need to do something in order to show that something like 9/11 wouldn’t be permitted again?

These questions troubled me, and arguments against the Iraq invasions coming from sources like The Nation, and arguments in favor of it in the pages of The National Review were too predictable to answer them. Hitchens, a vocal foe of religion and proponent of Marx and Orwell, suddenly became a compelling voice for the crusade of modernization against Islamic fundamentalists, an endeavor he was confident the invasion on Iraq could further.

As the occupation grew two and then three years old, though, the eloquence of Hitchens’ words and the ideals of reason he espoused could not conceal the Iraq mission’s failure. Though thousands of miles removed from it, untouched by the bullets and mortar shells, as well as by the atmosphere of terror that they leave behind, one could see that we were not winning. Every day brought new reports of Americans killed (and, I found later, glossed over dozens of dead Iraqis for every fallen U.S. soldier). Questions about the future of our country if the effort failed became commonplace.

The best America’s right-wing politicians and pundits could offer was a determination to stay the course, assuring us that to abandon the mission would bring worse consequences. The liberals countered by insisting either that a) the war was worth it, but had been badly managed, or b) the war had been a mistake, but would require more competent prosecution to preserve America’s “honor.” Start electing Democrats, they insisted, and you’ll see a change.

America’s intellectuals had failed.

Not only had Iraq been a disaster, but it was time to start comprehensively re-evaluating our foreign policy, to see just how benevolent a force our military had been around the world. A few American politicians and intellectuals would try to do so, but they were rare voices, ones not tolerated in “serious” discussions.

Fortunately, though almost all of my news came from mainstream sources, my entertainment did not.

The thrash metal veterans Slayer share with Christopher Hitchens a confrontational approach, especially in their disregard for religious custom or supernatural belief. Those who know of my religious inclinations and reading habits are generally surprised by my appreciation for music of such raw aggression and distaste for subtlety; but I have no plans to stop listening to Slayer until they stop coming up with interesting lyrical concepts and memorable riffs.

Since their early days, one of their strengths has been their ability to set a mood of horror, one especially appropriate when their songs deal with war. Guitars that sound like a galloping infantry or planes raining death from above, along with a “singer” with the bark of hell’s drill sergeant make a compelling case against war that even Bob Dylan and Barry McGuire could not match.

And for all Dylan and McGuire’s accomplishments, Slayer are the only songwriters I can think of to have ever changed a viewpoint of mine completely.

Christ Illusion, released in 2006, was a concept album of sorts, detailing thoughts on religion and war. What Hitchens saw as a noble effort to curb religious influence on public affairs, with the Middle East as this conflict’s first theater, Slayer portrayed instead as a natural by-product of religious belief, particularly when two different orthodoxies conflict with one another. It’s not a thesis one need buy in its entirety (human greed is the main cause, in my opinion, and religion can be used for greedy or benevolent purposes) to find it compelling.

Hitchens may be more literate and sophisticated, but Slayer’s lack of intellectual pretension resulted in clearer thinking in this instance, and allowed them to spell out the unfolding disaster’s numerous after-effects, from casualties on the ground, to increased fervor among Jihadists, to increasing paranoia at home.

“Eyes of the Insane” is not the best-executed song on the album, but its concept is one of their most interesting: A soldier, having served time in combat, struggles with PTSD, never free of images of “mutilated faces” and the constant fear remaining from the battlefield. The best thing about the song, though, is that it resulted in this video.

This is hopefully the closest I’ll ever come to combat, to being gravely wounded, to having to take a life, and to seeing lives snuffed out in front of me. This video was enough, though, to make me realize that Iraq, even if its supporters had noble ideas, had resulted in an untold number of fatalities, wounds, and minds forever scarred.

And Iraq was a choice.

Hitchens, along with Thomas Friedman, Fareed Zakaria and others embraced this war of choice, insisting that the threat of Islamic terrorists was one that had to be met with proactive uses of force. They’ll never see the deaths, never lose a drop of blood in combat, and never have to deal with the memories of the atrocities taking place in war zones. Neither will I, hopefully, but I will never favor sentencing anyone to that fate unless we’ve been attacked first and are sure we face attack again if we don’t act.

In the months that followed the release of the “Eyes of the Insane” video, Ron Paul launched his 2008 presidential bid. His brave insistence on a policy of non-interventionism in debates with a stage full of militarists eager to send other people’s children to war solidified my belief, and reading Glenn Greenwald, Justin Raimondo and Chris Hedges since then has provided a literate foundation for this view, one at least as solid as Hitchens did for the interventionists.

Hitchens clung to the view that the war in Iraq was worth fighting, that the war in Afghanistan had to be continued a decade past its launch, and that more, not less, aggression toward the Muslim world was required to defeat its fundamentalists. With the release of God is Not Great, he shifted the tone of the argument, insisting that Iraq and the war on terror were battles for secularism against religion, and that anyone who disagreed was blinded by or to religion’s deceit. The number of those who saw Iraq and Afghanistan as logical efforts continued to dwindle, but in debates with Hedges, Raimondo and Greenwald, Hitchens sought to overcome his position’s weakness with the ferocity of his attack.

In the past two weeks, Hitchens died and the war in Iraq officially ended. My country launched that endeavor to prove that, despite the loss it suffered on 9/11, the rest of the world would still see it as strong. Today it is weaker for having wasted so much blood and treasure there. The lives of civilians lost in Iraq (and in Afghanistan, and Pakistan, and Yemen, and Somalia) have scarred the minds of many in those countries who will not forget nor forgive the U.S. for its choices.

A right-wing government proposed Iraq, but it took a broad coalition to make it happen. That alliance consisted of the far right, the moderate right, the center-left, and even a few on the far left who thought to blame 9/11 on radical Muslims rather than the principle of blowback. Had a Christopher Hitchens or a Thomas Friedman stood up then and said that, no matter what else they thought of the Islamic world, the war was not going to change things for the better, we might still have fought it.

But the broad coalition in place made many afraid to speak out against it. One was taking his career in his own hands to say such things prior to the point at which George W. Bush’s approval ratings went down. By late 2005, when the consensus was that Bush had bungled Katrina and was bungling our wars, more than 2,000 Americans and an untold number Iraqis were dead.

Hitchens response, when told 2,000 had died, was that it wasn’t an “important milestone.”

But his death two weeks ago was viewed as significant, because he was an outspoken atheist, a great writer, or just a great character we all enjoyed watching. For years we’ve heard atheists proclaim that religion is evil because it has caused wars. When an atheist, one who they continue to praise, champions one of the most unnecessary wars of modern times, what does that give us to look forward to when religion has been erased?

If a person’s personality, or their way with words, can erase their complicity in war crimes, what grounds have we to criticize Chairman Mao or Kim Jong-il? Like Hitchens, we have no evidence they ever killed anyone themselves.

Christopher Hitchens’ career was built on ideas, and for a time their appeal was undeniable. To have ideas, though, is not the same as having veracity. It is not the same as having morality.

Christopher Hitchens, as time would tell, had neither on his side. That he is being honored now shows that wasn’t alone in this.

Friday, October 08, 2010


New Buffalax

It's just as good in Japanese.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2010


South Koreans Face Death to Enhance Life


Saturday, August 28, 2010


Talking with James Blake at BR

Earlier this month, Bleacher Report arranged for me to have a telephone interview with James Blake. Since the news had a lot to do with the US Open, I've held it until now. On Monday the event will begin, and that night Blake will be honored for having overcome childhood illness and a series of harrowing events in 2004 to have become a top-ranked tennis player.

All in all, it was a pretty exciting assignment to have taken part in, and I'm thankful for the chance.

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Monday, August 09, 2010


In Adventist Today, Talking About Marriage

Meeting my quarterly deadline at Adventist Today is getting harder, but I somehow found the time to crank out this one over the weekend. I speak bluntly therein, much more so than I used to when writing columns for The PI or The Chattanoogan, but I figured with this topic there was no sense in holding back.

Also, I was largely inspired by this Onion clip, whose sentiments I could once relate to. Deeply.

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Saturday, August 07, 2010


A Fine August Day In the Park

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