STEVEN PINKER

STEVEN PINKER

Enlightenment Now: The Case for Reason, Science, Humanism, and Progress 

I’ve decided I’ll get everyone on my Christmas list this book. A positive statement. Don’t worry, you’re not on the list. Buy your own.

This is a book that scolds us for not realizing that the world is getting to be a better place. Crime is down, so is suicide, and all kinds of other nasty parts of society.

More countries now have some form of democracy, by a long ways, than a few years ago. The United States is not doing quite as well in a lot of areas as most of the rest of the world, like income inequality. War and violence have declined, the examples of WWI and WWII plus the long Cold War have increased the power of the state and decreased the willingness to murder millions and millions of soldiers and innocents.

Worth a read. If nothing else, to take another look at this guy’s hair!

AW, C'MON!

Gary Cohn has been described by the White House as a "globalist." The actual meaning of that word is that he believes in the benefits of a global economy. Consequently, he was opposed to the tariffs imposed by President Trump, and that led to his resignation.

Apparently, that word, "globalist," has been hijacked by the alt-right as a synonym (and pejorative) for "Jew." Really? C'mon man! Let's not let a bunch of goof balls give us heartburn about using perfectly good words.

The way President Trump used the word, it was apparent to me that he had no intention of using it as an anti-Semitic slur.

Here is another tidbit about Gary Cohn--it took him 6 hours to read 22 pages when he was learning about options trading. The reason? He is severely dyslexic. Read Malcolm Gladwell's David and Goliath for the whole story. When he was interviewed, he mentioned to Gladwell that he wished him well with "another book I'll never read."

FULL METAL JACKET

UPDATE: R. Lee Ermey died Sunday, April 15, 2018 of complications of pneumonia. He will be missed.

I watched a couple of clips from this movie today, R. Lee Ermey is quite the DI. Then I watched the clip, "Pyle's greatest moment" or something like that.

Having never seen the movie, and not admiring Kubrik's work that much, I didn't know what to expect. That clip where the actor portraying Pyle says, "Hiiiii, Joker." and "Seven. Point. Six. Two. Full. Metal. Jacket." and what comes next was described as the single most frightening scene in a movie EVER. Maybe not that, but close.

Many of you have heard me tell about my miserable experience in the Army, including the guy in our platoon named "Rooney." Lots of the kids couldn't do the monkey bars and other PT stuff, but Rooney was a special one. Remember this is the time of the draft, so you got anything. The drill sergeant whose name I forget although I can still see his face plainly, was not as clever as DI Hartman in the movie, nor was he as stupid. He recognized that Rooney needed special help.

The platoons were broken up alphabetically, so Rooney was in my platoon and I was assigned one morning to teach Rooney how to make a left face, a right face, and about face. Never got it.

Again, I recall recently telling the story that was the final straw for Rooney. It was the day we got gassed. The Army determined that we needed to have confidence in our gas masks, and the best way to do that was to have us experience CS with the mask on and with it off. The procedure was explained: you stood in line, the first guy in line would stand at attention, take off the mask, announce his name and serial number (your social security number), salute and be dismissed by the drill sergeant.

Rooney didn't understand all the instructions. When the first guy in line was told to take off his mask, Rooney took his off, too. I didn't personally see all this, I was too busy discovering how miserable you can be when gassed and he was behind me, but it was not a good situation.

Soon after, the Army was smart enough to send Rooney home. Credit the people in charge that they gave it a go, he actually went as far as throwing a live grenade, but eventually it was determined that he would have been a danger to himself and all of us. No Full Metal Jacket for us in 1970. BTW, it would have been nearly impossible for that scene to occur in reality, weapons and live ammo were locked up tight.

PURIM

The Jewish holiday of Purim started yesterday at sundown and continues to sundown today, March 1, 2018. I’m not particularly interested in Purim, but this is just the setup for the amusing paragraph below written by a woman and published in the Tablet. You can skip the historical background if you want.

Purim is the celebration of the saving of the Jews from the evil Persian minister, Haman, who was determined to kill them all. Traditionally, it is a day of gaiety, eating and drinking while making noise and wearing costumes. Sort of a combination of Mardi Gras, Christmas (there are small gifts of food and drink) and Halloween.

Like so many Jewish holidays, there are traditional foods that go with the stories of the heroes of the day. This hero is Queen Ester whose Biblical book, The Book of Ester, tells the story about her role and that of her first cousin, Mordecai (who was, perhaps her husband?) and the food is the cookie, the hamantaschen.

Brief story—Haman, the evil aide to the king (most likely, Xerxes of Persia), was angered that Mordecai would not bow down to him, so he contrived and edict of the king to exterminate the Jews. Through the efforts of Ester, the king discovers the truth that Mordecai saved his life, and the edict is reversed.

I find these stories fascinating, and the manner in which the Jews have not only survived multiple extermination schemes but steadfastly passed their faith down generation after generation is rare in the history of humans. But now, the point of all this, the paragraph.

Before my mother-in-law stopped baking hamantaschen, she passed her recipe on to me, on three index cards covered with her loopy, barely legible handwriting. The recipe instructed me to brush the tops of the cookies with milk before baking, and then sprinkle them with sugar. But on the back of the last card, at the point where the cookies are out of the oven and already cooling on the rack, she’d added one last note: “I don’t bother sprinkling with milk and sugar—it doesn’t add anything.” This last sentence, informing me that what I had just done wasn’t really worth doing and didn’t meet with her satisfaction anyway, pretty neatly expresses the essence of our relationship.