Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Nuts. Just nuts.

Mahmoud has been listening to the Democratic Party's talking points, as evidenced by his most recent letter to the American people.

Suley's letter to Ahmadinejad:

My dear Mahmoud,

Nuts!

"If you don't understand it, it means go to hell!"

I may be working with Temple Emanuel on a research project next year. They will be celebrating their 100th anniversary next October and they want a grad student to aid them in digging through their archives to put together a timeline. I'm mighty excited about being a part of this.

If you get a chance, check out Temple Emanuel's recipe section.

Only a few more days of classes. Then I shall be free! Free!

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Borat and anti-Semitism in the South

Charles Krauthammer has an excellent piece on "Borat" and anti-Semitism in the U.S. Krauthammer writes:

Baron Cohen could easily have found what he seeks closer to home. He is, after all, from Europe, where synagogues are torched and cemeteries desecrated in a revival of anti-Semitism -- not "indifference" to but active -- unseen since the Holocaust. Where a Jew is singled out for torture and death by French-African thugs. Where a leading Norwegian intellectual -- et tu, Norway? -- mocks "God's Chosen People" ("We laugh at this people's capriciousness and weep at its misdeeds") and calls for the destruction of Israel, the "state founded . . . on the ruins of an archaic national and warlike religion."

Yet, amid this gathering darkness, an alarming number of liberal Jews are seized with the notion that the real threat lurks deep in the hearts of American Protestants, most specifically Southern evangelicals. Some fear that their children are going to be converted; others, that below the surface lies a pogrom waiting to happen; still others, that the evangelicals will take power in Washington and enact their own sharia law.

I have refused to see "Borat" for a number of reasons, the main reason being that I don't find it at all amusing. It's Tom Green meets H.L. Mencken, vilifying the country rube through dissimulation, laughing at the Hillbilly because we at least like to think the Hillbilly can't defend himself. As Jim Goad has written, "laughing at the hillbilly is a way of wishing the hillbilly won't get the last laugh." H.L. Mencken, who famously called the American South the "Sahara of the Bozart" would have loved "Borat," not only for its depiction of evangelical Southerners as rubes, but also for its anti-Semitism, with which Mencken seems to have had a strange relationship.

But it's this myth of the supposedly anti-Semitic Southern evangelical that bothers me most, given what historians know about the Southern past. The American South has historically not only been the least anti-Semitic region of the country, but perhaps the most Philo-Semitic. Jewish merchants filled an economic need in the rural South and were often regarded with a mix of affection and ignorance (a Southerner once asked, "Now, are you a Methodist or a Baptist Jew?"). Many Jewish "firsts" were in the South. The largest community of Jews prior to 1830 was in the South, in Charleston South Carolina. The first Jewish Senator was from the South, David Levy Yulee of Florida, after which a town and county in Florida are named. The highest ranking Jewish politician before Kissinger was Judah Benjamin, who was arguably the second most powerful man in the Confederate government.

This in no way minimizes the white supremacy of the region. In the South, the truth is often stranger than fiction. For instance, the Democrat governor and U.S. Senator from North Carolina, Zebulon Vance (1830-1894), who was lifted into power through racist campaigns, carried out a national speaking campaign to encourage tolerance towards and equality for Jews entitled "The Scattered Nation." Vance spoke of Jews as "those from whom we derive our civilization, kinsmen, after the flesh, of Him whom we esteem as the Son of God and Savior of Men." Vance railed against how Jews were "ignominiously ejected from hotels and watering places as unworthy the association of men who had grown rich by the sale of a new brand of soap or an improved patent rat-trap!" However, Vance was unwilling to critique such treatment of blacks, a reality which would persist long into the last century.

The myth that the South is highly anti-Semitic comes from incidents such as the lynching of Leo Frank by the Ku Klux Klan in 1915, but such incidents have been sporadic and seldom deadly (Frank was the only Jew to ever be lynched in the South). Attacks on Jews in the South reached a height during the Civil Rights Movement when numerous synagogues were attacked by Klansmen and other anti-integrationist extremists, but the violence was hardly widespread. This myth may also stem from the "fundie" image of Bible belt Southerners - from the bigoted assumption that evangelical Christians are the heritors of the "Christ Killer" myth. But what group in this nation has given more support to Israel than the evangelicals? The evangelicalism that is so often denigrated by "progressives" is in fact more a source of Philo-Semitism than anti-Semitism.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Danksgeben

Next year I intend to observe an efficient Kraftwerk Thänksgiving.

Das ist alles.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Turkish delights

The day of Yankee triumphalism looms!

Someone requested that I re-upload the theme to Bullitt. Here it is, but I can't guarantee Putfile will keep it up for very long.

I had a rather invigorating Tuesday night. Cold, driving rain, temperatures in the mid 30s, and 50 mph winds. Normally this wouldn't be that big of a deal, but I had to ride my bike home in that mess. When I got back to the house I looked like a homeless wharf rat. I have yet to develop a fever, but I've noticed that my face is a little flushed.

Everybody and their mama (including my own) is coming over to my uncle's tomorrow. There are two ten-pound turks thawing in the kitchen. I'll also be going home tomorrow for the first time in months. That ought to be interesting. Friday will be Thanksgiving dinner part two, as my aunt and her family will be coming up from ATL to eat with us. Saturday will feature some sort of Thanksgiving related meal at my professor's house. All told, many beasts will be slaughtered.

And if you're feeling nice and have 2,500 bucks to blow, could you please buy me this. I will be your best friend.

As always your ob't servant, etc.

-Suley

Saturday, November 18, 2006

A series of unrelated events

Went to the hoedown again. Along with m'lady B., her mum, step-dad, and his daughter. I can't say I enjoy riding in a packed car on a crisp November night whilst Garrison Keillor defiles my ears; it only makes me mildly uncomfortable. What made the ride down there particularly bad was what I perceived to be a sort of awkwardness. I get the impression that m'lady's step-sister doesn't get along smoothly with her father, or in the very least has little in common with him. There was just a lot of silence for much of the trip down, punctuated by the occasional lame joke on the part of Keillor. I got the sense that she was going through the motions of the daughter ritual, merely being there but not really participating. She wouldn't dance; instead she sat and read Lemony Snicket, which in retrospect seems oddly fitting with its theme of parentless children and dysfunctional families.

Saw snow flakes today while waiting for the bus. Just a few very tiny flakes, which in North Carolina has the tendency to produce a feverish excitement that sends people running to the grocery store to buy the two essentials to human life: bread and milk. Today was the first truly cold day of the season. It's been cold before, but today was scarf cold. This is my favorite season, once all of the leaves have been shed and the world turns gray and cold. There's something introspective about it.

Watched Porco Rosso; I was initially drawn to what I perceived to be an anti-fascist Indiana Jones style adventure story in which the main character happened to be an anthropomorphic pig. Part of that is right on the money, it just wasn't as explicitly anti-Fascist as I hoped. "I'd rather be a pig than a Fascist" was the best line in the movie, but ideologically it didn't deliver on the anti-fascism.

I was having a hard time understanding the main conflict - unlike other films by Miyazaki, the line between good and evil isn't as firmly drawn here. Porco's conflict with the sky pirates is a farce and the Italian Fascists don't emerge as a real threat at any point in the movie. There is no titanic battle between good and evil like in other Miyazaki pics I've seen (Nausicaa, Mononoke, Castle in the Sky, Howl's Moving Castle) and it left me wondering why he chose to depict the rise of fascism in such an ambiguous way. Porco doesn't object to the fascists on a moral level; like others who tag along in the story, the fascists are merely another obstacle to Porco's personal autonomy.

But I will recommend the movie. The story, while leaving a great many loose ends, is entertaining. And the imagery is cool - it is reminiscent of everything from Talelspin, to Indiana Jones, to Hemingway's "To Have and Have Not."

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Engrish food


I bought these Oh! Yes snack cakes at the Asian market a while back. I've been meaning to share them with the wider world. As if the name wasn't engrish enough, note the slogan:


What's in this delicious taste? Well, I took a look at the ingredients and you'll never guess what I found:


Crab. They put crustacean meat in these cakes. It's an unwritten rule, I think, that Asian foodstuffs must include some sort of sea creature. I get this Soylent Green-ish image of a factory conveyer belt dropping live crabs into a steaming vat of chocolate cake dough. They don't taste bad, rather like your usual Little Debbie snack cake faire. The company, Haitai, is based in Korea. At their main page you're greeted by a creepy, smiling, Asian child who looks like she's about to lead you into a Silent Hill style nightmare.

Most of their products have odd names. For instance they make a product called Godly Spicy Chips. They're not hot as hell, they're Godly hot (that's not the slogan, but it should be). There's also something called "Gunbbang," which promises a "Taste of Nostalgic Sweetness!" Then there's the Haitai Cheese Cracker, which is billed as the "Cheese Flavored Legitimate Cracker," as opposed to a bastard cheese cracker. The best of them all, however, is a cookie called "Soft Castle," the slogan for which is: "Feel it Together Hard and Soft!"

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Whiggery

My first semester of grad school is almost at an end. Roughly two weeks left now.

I've been quite depressed at the fact that I've lost contact with everyone in my little blog network. I've also pretty much lost contact with all of my "real" friends for the past few months. I'd like to think these are matters which can be easily repaired, but I can't help but think everyone has stopped wondering about me and moved on with far more important matters. Like the Nintendo Wii.

I'm taking it easier than usual this week, two of my classes won't be meeting for sundry reasons, So I have time to sit in front of the computer and type out what you are reading (hopefully someone is reading).

I've been brooding over the midterms these past few days. Everywhere I go on the interweb it's like the Whig party circa 1854. Seems many Republicans are talking about jumping ship and joining another party. After the defeat in the midterms, it seemed for a day or two that things couldn't get any worse for the Republican base, that the Republicans would begin to rally, freed from the burden of having to carry water for those within the party who obviously did not see eye to eye with them on core conservative issues. But it got worse. Way worse.

The leaders of the party don't seem to be listening to the conservative base (which, if you are trying to send a message, is a pretty crucial element). And I think many conservatives were foolish to think the leadership would listen. After Martinez was tapped for RNC chair instead of Steele, many conservatives felt equally betrayed and dismayed (including myself - do you know how significant that would have been, a black man as chair of the RNC?). It's clear that Bush, Rove et al. are all about pushing through amnesty to curry the favor of illegals and the businesses that employ them - and herein lies the key cleavage between the Republican leadership and the base. Yet, even though the Republican leadership heard the message from the Republican base on election day, they have chosen to ignore that message and further alienate the base in pursuit of some cockeyed plan to curry the favor of businesses and illegals.

A lot of my friends and family who are conservatives either chose not to vote Republican this time around or voted against them in hopes of "sending them a message" or "punishing them" for abandoning conservative issues/handling the war in Iraq poorly. I took issue with such a view because, well, I'm a one issue voter. I vote on the war. That's it. I would vote for a liberal if he supported a vigorous war against Islamic fascism (not that anyone is really advocating a vigorous anything at this point, unless a vigorous retreat counts). In retrospect I see how wrong those who wished to "punish" the Republican leadership were. At least when the Republicans were in power in the legislature there was a chance of defeating amnesty and preventing the Defeatist Party from slicing funds for Iraq with a samurai sword. Now there is little or no hope for that and our effort in Iraq and elsewhere is seriously jeapordized.

Even if the RNC leadership isn't paying attention, someone has been listening.