Tuesday, July 18, 2006

I Don’t Wanna Sound Mad; I Feel Marvelous

You know how in “Checkmate,” Jadakiss’s anti–50 Cent diss track (remember when that was a thing?), ’kiss quips, “Yeah, you got a felony / But you ain’t a predicate / Never the king of New York / You live in Connecticut”? It occurred to me that that could totally be a barb aimed by a thugged-out Manhattan hedge-fund manager at a peer who abandoned the bright lights of the big city for the subdued suburban glow of the Constitution State, which, I’ve been told, is also a big hub of nefarious finance activity. (Isn’t Stamford, which Nitro blew up in the first issue of Civil War, an especially hedge-friendly locale? Makes you wonder just who’s bankrolling Tony Stark’s pro-Registration forces.)

And the line “You should just sell clothes and sneakers” could totally be a dig at private-equity firms that try to micromanage the companies they invest in! Just saying.

Incidentally, if my research findings are correct, 50 does not own his house outright; he has, or had, a $1,100,000 mortgage from SunTrust — an adjustable-rate mortgage, no less. Think he’s feeling the sting like everyone else?

The raising of interest rates on millions of adjustable rate mortgages over the next several years has all the makings of a classic horror story.

As home prices appreciated from ridiculously high to unbelievably higher, more Americans began using mortgages that allowed them to buy more house for less of a monthly payment. Next year, a large portion of those rates move up and homeowners who opted for the exotic mortgages could find their payments doubled. Talk about bloody.

Well, not as bloody as a gunshot to the jaw, but bloody enough. Let’s just hope 50 saves with ING-Unit.

Say Hello to Your New Creation

I never blogged about the goofy, somewhat unsatisfying Aimee Mann/Boston Pops concert I went to last month, which is probably for the best. But an old PocketMod that I’m going through right now has reminded me of one strange feature of the experience: I was, without ego, cooler than the vast majority of the concertgoers, although there was admittedly a long tail of lesbians and heroin-chic misfits boosting the variance. Seriously, though, one of the first conversations I overheard when I walked into Boston Symphony Hall went something like this:

A: Everything is 3D, and you put things in piles, just like paper.

B: Cool, cool.

I immediately realized, of course, that they were talking about BumpTop. See? I try to escape the narrow confines of my subjectivity for three goddamn seconds and I just wind up hearing about a fancy new graphical–user-interface prototype that I’d already fucking read about on Lifehacker, kottke.org, Steven Berlin Johnson’s blog, and probably elsewhere too. It’s like I’m living out my own petty version of the anthropic principle. Why is the universe the way it is? Because if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here to blog about it.

R-E-U-P B-L-O-G

During that hiatus
I was with the natives
Then back to the States
Pass along the savings

—Malice of the Clipse, “Mic Check,” We Got It 4 Cheap 2:6

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Chk Chk Chk

I like to think of myself as an inquisitive person, but even I am unlikely to wade through the entirety of a document (PDF) that bills itself as an English “Translation of [a] Major al-Qaeda Book that Outlines Its Plan for Defeating [the] U.S. and Its Allies.” (The translation, incidentally, was commissioned by the John M. Olin Institute for Strategic Studies, a subsidiary, in some complicated fashion, of Harvard’s Weatherhead Center for International Affairs. The Illuminati are probably in charge of both.) The book, entitled, wonderfully, The Management of Savagery (shades of To Serve Man), seems to offer a kind of Page Six take on the jihadi movement — way too insular and jargon-heavy for me to vibe on. But I couldn’t help but notice the teenage exuberance that flares up in the introduction:

If we fail — we seek refuge with God from that — it does not mean end of the matter; rather, this failure will lead to an increase in savagery!!

And a bit later on:

We said above that if one contemplates the previous centuries, even until the middle of the twentieth century, one finds that when the large states or empires fell — whether they were Islamic or non-Islamic — and a state did not come into being which was equal in power or comparable to the previous state in its ability to control the lands and regions of that state which collapsed, the regions and sectors of this state became, according to human nature, subservient to what is called “administrations of savagery.” Therefore, the management of savagery is defined very succinctly as the management of savage chaos!!

Just an idiosyncrasy of translation? Maybe. But Wikipedia indicates that Arabic does in fact use the exclamation point, so the MySpace-style punctuation could certainly have been present in the original text. And some poking around and reverse–poking around on LexisNexis turns up 298 occurrences of the phrase “exclamation marks as published,” all of them from BBC Monitoring Reports on the Middle East, which seem to pass along, in good orientalist fashion, the full texts of certain foreign, and especially Iranian, press clippings: a letter from the Ayatollah Makarem-Shirazi, for instance, begins, “I would like to inform you that certain famous world media organizations have reported that the Shaykh of Al-Azhar, Mr Tantawi, has commented on Muslim women’s Islamic dress code in foreign countries, saying that not only the French government, but also all non-Islamic countries, have the freedom to pass legislation for their own countries and that Muslims in those countries must obey the rules!! (exclamation marks as published).” An Afghan newspaper editorial can scarcely believe that “there are suggestions that: ‘They [Taliban prisoners] should have been released two years ago or even earlier, because they were innocent!!!’ (Exclamation marks as published).” I know that Iranians and Afghans are probably not writing in Arabic, but the broader point is clear: exclamation-point scruples do not burden the Other as they do us. Certainly not as much as they burden the defensive-ass BBC, which feels the need to insert the “exclamation marks as published” disclaimer even when only a single slender bang shows up for the party.

And what’s with this whole bizarre “management of savagery” theme anyway? Not so much Wahhabism as wha? Hobbes!–ism, right, doggies?

<liveblog>I’m going to go brush my teeth now.</liveblog>

Trawling through this freaky little document, what’s most remarkable may be the lobotomized bizspeak of it all. I mean, is this how you’d imagine hardline “Islamists” patting themselves on the back?

By the grace of God, the organized Islamic work is beginning to be managed on the highest administrative level in our Islamic world, especially the jihadi organizations. However there still needs to be more mastery, general training, and advancement…

See, this is why the Muslims will never prevail in the clash of civilizations. Sure, they may reach ever higher “administrative level[s],” but there’s a limit to the quality of your management-consulting services when you’re always beholden to that big Management Consultant in the sky; McKinsey wouldn’t be McKinsey if it had to deal with the cosmic red tape of winning divine approval for its every strategy session.

We must make use of books on the subject of administration, especially the management studies and theories which have been recently published, since they are consonant with the nature of modern societies. There is more than one site on the Internet in which one can obtain management books.

Forget what I just said. The terrorists are reading Who Moved My Cheese? We are officially fucked.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Phrase of the Day

And the winner is:

David Davis, the shadow home secretary…

Peter Parker. Clark Kent. Matt Murdock. David Davis.

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The shadow home secretary knows!

(Yes, I understand the concept of “shadow government,” but it’s still funny.)

Insert Polish Joke Here

Holy hell — these Polish movie posters (stumbled upon via kottke.org) are awesome.

Terror of MechagodzillaTerror of Mechagodzilla movie poster from Poland

Weekend at Bernie’sWeekend at Bernie’s movie poster from Poland

Short Circuit 2 (no, seriously!) Short Circuit 2 movie poster from Poland

Equal parts impressive and bewildering, these’n’s. Rewriting the screenplays of A New Hope and Empire Strikes Back to render them more faithful to the respectively lugubrious and, um, disco-y (discothesque?) aesthetics of their Polish advertisements is left as an exercise for the reader.