Wednesday, May 29, 2024

Trenulețul / The Train

A cinematic journey from Zdob și Zdub and Advahov Brothers:


Romanian: 

Merge trenul, parcă zboară
Dintr-o țară-n altă țară
Merge, nu poate pricepe
Care țară? Unde-ncepe?
Țară veche, țară nouă
Parcă-i una, parcă-s două
Ba aparte, ba-mpreună
Parcă-s două, parcă-i una

Hey ho, let's go!
Folklore and Rock'n'roll
Pleacă trenul, unde ești?
Chișinău – București

Și-ntr-o țară, și-n cealaltă
Joacă hora laolaltă
Și în fiecare țară
Face farmece vioara
Când ajunge trenu-n gară
Parcă n-a ieșit din țară
Parcă a mers, fără să iasă
De acasă pân-acasă

(3X) Hey ho, let's go!
Folklore and Rock'n'roll
Pleacă trenul, unde ești?
Chișinău – București

Chișinău – București

Меrgе іutе, mеrgе bіnе
Тrеnu' lеgănаt dе şіnе
Dar nu poate să-nțeleagă
Рrіn саrе țară aleargă
Țară veche, țară nouă
Parcă-i una, parcă-s două
Ba aparte, ba-mpreună
Parcă-s două, parcă-i una

(3X) Hey ho, let's go!
Folklore and Rock'n'roll
Pleacă trenul, unde ești?
Chișinău – București

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English (from the video's mostly literal, completely unimprovable English closed captioning):

Train is going, just like flying
From one country to another
It is going but confused:
What's the country? Are they fused?
Is it old or is it new?
Seems like one but also two
Both together and apart
Are there two or just one part?

Hey ho, let's go!
Folklore and Rock'n'roll
The train's route is East to West.
Chisinau to Bucharest!

Both in that land and in this
We dance hora - it's a bliss
And in each country within
Magic's made with violin
When the train gets to a stand
Feels like almost the same land
Feelse like went without a change
Home-to-home, what an exchange!

(3X) Hey ho, let's go!
Folklore and Rock'n'roll
The train's route is East to West.
Chisinau to Bucharest!

Chisinau to Bucharest!

Going quickly, going good
Train of our nationhood
But it can not comprehend
What's the country? Where's the end?
Is it old or is it new?
Seems like one but also two
Both together and apart
Are there two or just one part?

(3X) Hey ho, let's go!
Folklore and Rock'n'roll
The train's route is East to West.
Chisinau to Bucharest!

Tuesday, May 21, 2024

So Sorry

(Photo: Bruce Davidson)

In July 2021 I was triggered by a tweet asking "Do you think Biden voters regret their vote yet?" Coming as it did on the eve of the threatened expiration of a COVID-inspired moratorium on evictions which Biden was doing nothing to stop (to my memory Freshman congresswoman Cori Bush shamed her colleagues into doing the right thing of extending it before the deadline through her dramatic camping out on the steps of the Capitol), the tweet was really an invitation to Biden abstainers and doomsayers especially on the left to pile on on Biden voters, but as a reluctant, nose-holding Biden voter myself, I felt it my prerogative to answer.  At the time, the answer was "Je ne regrette rien", on the basis that as unsurprisingly bad as Biden had been, I could not imagine that it was worse than the only other alternative would have been.  I do not disavow that opinion.  A Senator of a very small state from the age of 30, Biden has always been among the worst of the worst of the Beltway, as utterly entrenched as they get, with a shameful litany of achievements that indict him as one of the architects (or certainly a handmaiden) of the neoliberal mess we're in.  And his career as president has been largely true to form.  There have been some surprises, but in keeping with his aggressive embodiment of the neoliberal order, we haven't gotten a lot of thrills from Biden's administration.  Mainstream politics (and media and economics and culture) is a lot like mainstream entertainment-- heavy on the violence and prudish on the sex.   You'd think there was a conspiracy to try to condition us or something.  The net effect is low expectations for everything but war and austerity-- the hallmarks of the neoliberal age.  But there are worse things.

Nevertheless, in the fading light of this bizarre 2024 election season, I have had some cause to rethink the regret.  I would guess it's not on the grounds that the July 2021 tweeter and cohort would think, though.  True, Biden's stubborn support of Bibi Netanyahu's genocide in Gaza and his dishonest and easy waffling about it as a feeble attempt to manipulate the public disapproval it's engendered to the detriment of his chances in November  (to say nothing of his more popular and stereotypical encouragement of Ukraine to fight the proxy war with Russia to the bitter end) are challenges to any notion that there could be a greater evil than Biden's posture of American and Israeli exceptionalism in these precarious times.  But I think you could reasonably quibble that banal evil while still pretty fucking evil is slightly less evil than Trump and Steve Bannon's brand.

That's not what I want to argue at this juncture, though, because I'm sure the July 2021 me would be a bit surprised that 2024 me has discovered a cause for regret.  It's just not the depth and flavor of regret that the "Nought No Matter What" crowd would prefer a Biden voter to have.  In my case, it came at the height of the primary season.  Biden, increasingly diminished in faculties and capacity, at the helm of a Jimmy Carter-esque mixed bag of a presidency of minor triumphs, multiple disappointments and major disasters, nevertheless pops the balloon of any Democratic party candidate who might have heralded true change from both Biden's neoliberalism and Trump's would-be spookhouse successor to it by deciding (against nearly universal wishes to the contrary) to seek re-election.  The few brave souls who tried anyway-- and in particular Marianne Williamson-- were met with a resounding "Not now!"  by a conventional wisdom shared even among the most pragmatic exponents of the actual Left still tied to the Democratic Party as the only realistic alternative to the GOP.  With Trump looming as the most likely challenger in November, few Democratic voters had the stomach to entertain a politics of possibility, global urgencies notwithstanding.  

And this is where my regret for the outcome of 2020 enters.  For if Joe Biden had not actually won in 2020, Trump would be finishing out his second and last term.  Certainly he would be striving furiously to change the rules, but it would be a longshot at best.    I won't engage in hypotheticals about what state the country and world would have been in by now and how it would compare to this one.  The point is, Joe Biden as we know him today taking on a candidacy from a position of non-incumbency would have seemed Quixotic at best, a case would be made for it as a sign of advanced dementia.  Instead, 2024 would and could have been a watershed year for politics.  Bernie Sanders for instance could well have made another run, and I have a distinct feeling the third time would have been the charm for him. As it is, Bernie was among those who set aside their own ambitions (if you can call Bernie's calling an ambition) in the interest of keeping a steady course for a second defeat of Trump in November.  It probably seemed prudent at the time.  In retrospect you wonder where were the heroes who, for the sake of the country and of history,  could have talked some sense into Biden and his enablers  and talked them  out of this increasingly dubious cause?  What new era have we delayed by having to endure this geriatric rematch of 2020?

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the world of elective politics, Marco Rubio campaigning to be Trump's Vice President on Meet the Press last weekend said that he would not accept an "unfair election" if the outcome does not favor his candidate-- the latest indication of a new normal in American politics.  Reminding me once again that entrusting the running of our government to self-dealing career politicians and well-funded dilettantes is our first mistake.  Likewise, the bittersweet quality of what could have been with Bernie Sanders if not for the stakes of nefarious forces pulling strings out of view of the electorate is Exhibit A in the case against expecting anything meaningfully good to come out of electoral politics.  

Contrary to the lie we collectively tell ourselves, electoral politics were never actually meant to be democratic.  They were designed to be coopted by a self-selected "elite"-- elite not as in the most intelligent or wise, but merely as in exclusionary-- serviced by a priesthood whose seminaries are our most exclusive universities-- artisanal factories that from the paste composed of the children of the privileged extrude a class of magistrates, courtiers and courtesans.   Graduation from the seminaries is a requirement for ascent to the halls of government (following a sham ritual in which the masses who are not successfully thwarted from voting "choose" the least bad among interchangeable mostly awful and at best mediocre candidates) whose business is likewise the servicing of the elite.   

You shouldn't have to go to Harvard to have your say about the course of our nation.  The answer as always, ladies and gentlemen, is to select our representatives, our leaders, our judges, randomly from among ourselves-- just as we select juries.  The divorce of money from the process of selecting our leaders is enough reason to put our heads together to figure out how we eject these paper tigers from our seat of government and finally install ourselves where we belong.  I have a few ideas some of which I've already shared.  When you compare and contrast the benefits of democracy by lot to our current method of "representation", you will begin to see no end to the ways in which so many of our ills today across the globe -- from purposely austere and unresponsive government to jingoistic war to entrenched arbitrary hierarchies-- are the deliberate result of electoral politics designed to thwart everything that does not benefit a thin sliver of artificially privileged, intentionally unimaginative and morally bankrupt "representatives" who represent no one but themselves.


Friday, May 17, 2024

Maximum Wage

Portrait of Australian Mining Billionaire Gina Rinehart by acclaimed artist Vincent Namatjira.  National Gallery of Australia has refused to accede to Rinehart's demand for it to be taken down.

What if the highest annual compensation for anyone in any company could be no more than ten times the salary of the lowest paid employee?  What if no one could make more than a million dollars a year or have more than ten million in assets.   Easy!  You say.  Entrepreneurialism would die.  Creativity would die. Why try if you could never get rich trying?   It's obvious!  Only it's wrong.  I’ll tell you what would happen. The incentives to be head of a company would change.  Those motivated only by money would be relegated to the dustbins of history and because of it, the world would become a much better place.  Now the incentive for  a person to be head of an enterprise would be not a thirst for Power and money and dominance. That would be impossible. They would instead be motivated by a desire to do the work. The mission of companies would change from unlimited growth at the expense of everything and everybody else to fulfillment of a need. 

In truth there have been periods even in American history in which salaries were limited by a tax rate designed to take the burden for funding the public projects that are the domain of our shared government off the backs of the lowest paid in the county and place it where it more properly belongs, off of those who make more money than any person has a moral right to make. The tax rate in the Eisenhower years was 90% for the top bracket.  That forced civility was responsible for the building of our interstate system and infrastructure, for a general prosperity of large working and middle classes and for the building of our space program from scratch.  The tax rate of the top bracket was 70% when Ronald Reagan took office and 30% when term limits mercifully ejected him.   (Yes that was B-movie has-been Ronald Reagan dogging around the worst developments of recent history yet again).  Today in the US, the limit on the amount that the top paid can be taxed is 37%.  Thanks to loopholes, exceptions, deductions and finaglings of what philosopher Ingrid Robeyns calls the "wealth defense industry", many many of our most heavily salaried and the corporations they run pay next to nothing.  This means the burden for keeping our shoestring government together falls on those who are among the most financially precarious themselves.

Robeyns's new book Limitarianism makes the case that unlimited wealth for the tiny minority is not merely immoral for many certifiable reasons but an extravagance that the species and the planet can no longer afford and the cause of the majority of our most urgent crises.  The top 1% in income (78 million people) are responsible for the same amount of global warming pollution as the bottom two-thirds (roughly 5 billion of the planet's 7.8 billion people).  The top 10% (780 million) are responsible for as much as the other 90%.  Through their investments, their wealth and their extravagant lifestyles, Billionaires (of whom there are currently around 2781) are responsible for more than a million times the global warming of those in the bottom 90%.

The extent of the problem of the overpaid is poorly understood (probably on purpose).  Robeyns describes an experiment in which people are asked to guess their own place on the spectrum of wealth; to estimate what percentage of wealth is owned by each of the 5 quintiles of the world's population organized by wealth; and to assess a more equitable distribution.

The perfectly equal distribution gave each of the five groups exactly 20 percent of all wealth. A somewhat less equal distribution gave each of the quintiles a different share of the total wealth. They received, respectively, 36 percent, 21 percent, 18 percent, 15 percent, and 11 percent of all wealth. The last option was the actual wealth distribution in America in 2005, with the five groups holding 84 percent, 11 percent, 4 percent, and virtually nothing for the last two groups. A whopping 92 percent of respondents choose the second option.

The top 20 percent of the population at the time of the study had 84.4 percent of wealth, but respondents thought it was 58 percent. They wanted it to be even smaller, namely 31 percent. The bottom 20 percent had almost no wealth (0.1 percent, to be precise), yet participants in the study thought they had 3 percent, and would want them to have about 11 percent

Robeyns theorizes, probably accurately that people identify with the wealthy and advantage them in the study as they would like themselves to be advantaged should they attain the wealth to which we are all enculturated to aspire.  Similar logic applies to why inheritance taxes are so unpopular even though they are structured to mitigate the unearned advantage that offspring of the wealthiest have by virtue of being "born on third base."  While we like to think our own children will not be penalized for whatever meager wealth we can pass on to them, inheritance tax loopholes are designed to keep money that does not belong in the concentration that the wealthy have it in away from the type of government program that could do the most public good.  The "trickle up" nature of our economy that funnels the meager earnings we can make down here to the already bursting coffers of the wealthy up there is designed to make it ever harder for those at the bottom of the pyramid to ever scale the walls.  This rigged system nevertheless produces a class of wealth hoarder who thinks his wealth is earned.  But as Robeyns writes: 

It is fodder for psychologists why so many people have such a great urge to believe that they are strong, capable of life on their own. We are not. None of us can survive very long without other human beings

As Robeyns asks:

How can Tim Cook, the CEO of Apple and who became a billionaire thanks to Apple, sleep peacefully at night knowing about the poor, sometimes horrendous, working conditions endured by men and women in the assembly line of Apple’s Chinese factories?

Fortunately the target of capitalistic excess is a huge one and Robeyns offers several attacks to undertake to bring us closer to a more egalitarian world:

Dismantle neoliberal ideology - It's beyond time to end the hegemony of the well-funded, deviously strategic but ultimately intellectually impoverished neoliberals-- the single greatest cause of our nearly universal misery and a persistent obstacle to a better future for all.

Reduce class segregation - Robeyns suggests that the ultra-wealthy, being rightfully paranoid about mingling with the masses whose lifeblood enriches them by the minute and willfully ignorant of the misery their greed breeds, might not be able to withstand their choices if confronted more regularly with people not of their own class.  Likewise exposure to the lifestyles of the rich and famous could be an eye-opening experience for the many who live with the cognitive dissonance of our chosen disparity by tamping down an appreciation of the extent of the injustice being perpetrated against them daily by the slim minority.

Establish a balance of economic power  - As most of the nominal democracies of the world have set up balances of political power between the branches of government to keep any of them from dominance over the others, Robeyns proposes the establishment of regulations, laws and institutions to balance the currently unbridled power of the wealth-defending financial sector of the economy.

Restore the government’s fiscal agency - specifically to return to the saner progressive tax rates of the Eisenhower era and beyond.  It is high time to end the party at our expense, and to once again begin to expect the kind of service and public good of our government that we deserve and that our current structure-- dependent as it is on our own broke asses-- deprives us of.

Confiscate dirty money and pay reparations for past harms - Robeyns returns again and again to the theme of dirty money (a la Tim Cook, or the mediocre in every way except luck descendants of the many who made their fortunes leaving a trail of broken, dead bodies in their wake).  Most of the super wealthy are unclean, but they could purify themselves by repairing the harm they or their forebears did.

Make the international economic architecture fair - The more you know about the behavior of Americans and other Western powers in the world, the clearer it is that our might has almost never been right.  The vampiric International Monetary Fund; our campaigns of anti-communist terror; our excursions into every corner in order to assert our dominance.  Our superiority is in the way we brandish our gall.  We are the free riders.  It needs to stop and it needs to be reversed so that the planet can breathe free at last.

Limit executive pay  - In essence establish a maximum wage.  Some have thought that every billionaire being a policy failure, $1 Billion is the nice round number we should use.  Too high says Robeyns who suggests $10 Million as a starter figure (a maximum from which she thinks we should only go down.)  I say why stop at $10 Million.  Convince me it needs to be more than $1 Million.

Lastly, Halt the intergenerational transmission of wealth - If it rids the world of the billionaire class by attrition, perhaps we should do it first.

Thursday, May 9, 2024

A pandemic of fun

Squardle

The world was in a state of flux.  It was supposed to be the end of history, but a 'novel' virus had forced a restructuring of the day if not of society, and it felt for a moment as if anything was possible.  Anything was possible.  There was talk of abolishing the police for a minute.  Juneteenth became a federal holiday. 

But what happened next was Joe Biden.  Sure there was an insurrection.  Russia invaded Ukraine.  Many of us are now earning our daily bread without leaving the house.  Who would have thought even 1 month before?  But I think the most revolutionary thing that came out of that period of flux was Wordle.  You heard me.  A simple online game developed by a Welsh software engineer named Wardle.  Almost echoing the trajectory of the novel coronavirus of 2019, it debuted in October 2021 but almost without warning by February of 2022 it had conquered the planet, once again altering people's days.  The rules were reminiscent of the old board game for two, Word Mastermind, although it was now human versus a computer generated puzzle.  The object is simple.  The player uses 5 letter words to guess a 5 letter word of the day and has 6 tries to guess.  With each guess the player learns through color coded clues how close their guess has come to the mystery word-- yellow indicating a correct letter in the wrong position, green indicating a correct letter in the correct position and grey meaning the letter is not in the mystery word.  The mystery words tend to be common words known to all, but to add to the level of difficulty, letters can repeat (as in EVERY, KAYAK, POPPY).  To a novice, the challenge can be daunting, but both the list of valid guess words and of mystery words is finite (guess words have a larger list and can include plurals and past tense-- mystery words tend not to be plural or past tense), and experience quickly teaches you that the puzzle can be solved usually without a lot of difficulty.  In spite of its simplicity or because of it, the game spread like a disease.

It instantly spawned a genre of YouTubers who turned a solitary pastime into a spectator sport.  The game itself inspired a proliferation of imitators to devise variations on the theme. Every time you turned around a new game popped up-- among them, Dordle in which the object was to solve 2 words simultaneously with the same clue; Xordle for solving 2 words with no overlapping letters within a single grid; Quordle for a 4-grid, 4-word solve; Octordle for an 8 word solve; and the more inscrutably named Sedecordle and Duotrigordle for 16 and 32 word puzzles respectively.  There were likewise variations in the length of the mystery word including an up-to-11-letter puzzle and variations in the rules and in  the degree to which the results of each guess helped or hindered  the solve. The most elaborate variation was perhaps Squardle with 6 words in multiple directions to solve within 10 guesses (plus a bonus guess for each solve) and an elaborate system for communicating in each direction the closeness of each guess to any of the mystery words. Speaking for  myself, the new class of puzzle came to dominate my leisure time.  Aside from Wordle, all the variations continue to be free; the only compensation an occasional appeal from the games' developers for a voluntary donation -- a "cup of coffee"-- for those enjoying the site.

After a year of obsession with doing every offshoot, I have finally settled into a more manageable routine involving only the most wordle-like variants, which I call the wordle multiples.  Somehow the smaller the solution set, the more nerve-wracking the experience.  Wordle isn't such a problem anymore, but I sweat it out through Dordle, Quordle and Octordle.  By the time I get to the 16-word Sedecordle I've hit a sort of stride with the solve, and am usually able to achieve a Zen-like state with the 32 word Duotrigordle.  At least that was the case until a recent update to the latter.  

Wordle being the offering of the staid NY Times, its solution words tend toward the palatable for mass consumption.  The same holds true for all but the 32-word variant.  For some reason (I was guessing a function of either the exponentially larger demand for 5-letter solution words or the presumed youth of its creator?), Duotrigordle's list of words included a larger share of words defying "The Breakfast Test"-- body parts and bodily functions, and an especially large list of double entendres that in some contexts could be considered ethnic, ableist or homophobic slurs.  I have never said I'm not a prude*, but when it comes to censorship, I like to think I am capable of setting aside my own delicate sensibilities for the sake of free thought.  For this reason, I put up with the expanded list (expanded list or not, words will repeat eventually for a 32-word puzzle), but I had to admit, the slurs ate at me.  A thought experiment clarified for me why this was a different category of offense than the carnal and the scatological.  

The thread that bound the slurs as a category was their punching down quality.  I had not encountered any words that could be taken as a slur against the white, male or wealthy.  I imagined the letter I would write to the developers of the game broaching the topic, and it occured to me that rather than asking for the slurs that I objected to to be removed,  I could suggest that the missing slurs be added.  I imagined this would be a clever demonstration to the game's developer that some words could be construed as hurtful and should be removed.  But in truth, even if the developer took my suggestion at face value and added slurs for the white, wealthy and male,  this would be an acceptable compromise that would not involve "censorship" or "wokeness".   I was not exactly prepared to stop playing the game on a regular basis regardless of the outcome (even if I was completely ignored), but this approach I decided was something I could live with.  

Before I could get it together to write the suggestion, however, I happened to notice a major revision of the game.  Among the features, the developer listed a revised "family friendly" vocabulary.   Several words that could be perceived as objectionable had been removed.  Meanwhile 350 new words had been added that would enhance the enjoyment of the game.   Had a fellow prude anticipated my strategem and made a persuasive case?  Whatever!  I could cross writing to the developer off of my list.

As I continued to play the game, however, I discovered that the developer has "enhanced" the word list by adding random proper nouns, arbitrarily acceptable plurals and past tenses and obscure computer jargon, thus increasing the difficulty of the game to nearly an unenjoyable level.   What's more, it was clear that while body parts and bodily functions had been removed, some of my least favorite punching down slurs continued to appear in the puzzles.  I'm not ready to give up the game just yet.  But I may have bought the developer his last cup of coffee for a while.

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* I'm not a prude by choice mind you.  I'm also not the kind of prude who thinks people should kowtow to my delicate sensibilities.  On the contrary, I am convinced that prudery, something I may have been born with or that was foisted on me as the result of trauma of some kind, is my flaw that I need to protect undamaged people from.