Saturday, January 28, 2023

Friends to the End.2

“We really did have everything, didn’t we?” — Dr. Randall Mindy (Don’t Look Up)

Increasingly, in conversations with friends and associates, as well as from reports by social scientists, I am coming to believe that the Covid pandemic has had a hidden but devastating impact on our collective mental health.

Whether we consider ourselves introverts or extroverts, humans are inherently social creatures. We may not want to admit it, but we need regular contact with each other. Without it, our hopes shrivel and our dreams die.

But during the pandemic we became accustomed to being alone, isolated and living our lives by remote control.

With this in mind, today I’m republishing an edited version of an essay I wrote on this topic a year ago, when we were first emerging from the worst of the pandemic. It feels as accurate today to me as it did then.

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According to Dutch sociologist Gerald Mollenhorst (2009), prior to the pandemic we were replacing half of our social network every seven years. Of course that was back in the times when there were many mores social opportunities.

So I wonder how that figure has fared over the past two years. Though many made efforts to reconnect with old friends through group zoom calls and other virtual tools including social media, Covid-19 created a vast social desert. It seems obvious that new relationships were hard to come by for most of us .

Meanwhile, one of the main points in an article in the Atlantic called, “It’s Your Friends Who Break Your Heart,” is that we need our friends now more than ever.

Friend love is often overlooked in our literature and films, but the love provided by friends plays at least as big a role as family in most people’s lives.

Furthermore, a large and growing number of Americans are single and living alone — for them friends may constitute their entire family.

I said I wouldn’t watch “Don’t Look Up” twice but I did anyways — the film with Jennifer Lawrence and Leonard DiCaprio about the impending end of the world.

The concluding scene where the main characters gather with a handful of friends for dinner as the killer asteroid closes in on earth is emblematic of everything I’ve said above about friendships, both new and old.

How would you choose to spend your final moments under such circumstances? Anyone who answers “alone” is lying.

The Solution? Connect. Keep making friends. Renew friendships that have atrophied. Rebuild your social network. Make new friends. Maybe it’s easy for you, maybe it’s hard, but keep at it. In the final analysis, that may be the only way that we as a species will avoid that catastrophic last scene anyway.

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Friday, January 27, 2023

News of the Day

NoteNo essay today. Just the headlines, including six of the other tributes to Victor Navasky, truly a towering figure of American publishing, politics and culture.

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Thursday, January 26, 2023

Victor Navasky



Victor Navasky has died at the age of 90.

Few people had greater influence over my career or the careers of countless other progressive journalists than Victor. To me, he was a kindly father figure — even though he was only 15 years my senior — plus a mentor, a friend, a supporter, and a fellow conspirator.

He conspired with me and many, many others to value what truly matters in life — not just careers and ideas and politics and the affairs of state — but children, families, friendships, humor and our common decency as fellow human beings in a messed-up world.

Victor was editor and publisher of The Nation for a long time. In the 1980s he invited me onto the magazine’s editorial board, where I stayed for 30 years. 

Victor always seemed curious about everyone and everything. Once when he was visiting the Bay Area and arrived at a reception at the home of a mutual friend, Victor spied a copy of a home-made “magazine” with an article written by my oldest daughter, Laila, then aged 11.

The article in question was an interview with the legendary left-wing muckraker Jessica Mitford. Victor asked if I could get him a copy and before long, Laila’s interview had been reprinted in The Nation.

He told me that made her the youngest author in the history of the magazine, which has been around since 1865. Years later, Victor would often recount his conversation with Laila when he purchased her interview. Apparently, she tried to convince him that the voting age should be lowered so that kids as young as her could vote for president.

He got a kick out of that. “Write us an article,” he urged her.

In Manhattan, Victor and I usually met for breakfast at one of his favorite places around Gramercy Park. Out here we went to places like the Fog City Diner or the Faculty Club at U-C, Berkeley. I sent a stream of writers, stories and ideas his way and he introduced me to, well, the whole world of east coast progressivism.

We’d talk business, politics. but also at length about our families and our shared dreams for our children. He was a devoted husband and father. 

To me, Victor was the consummate New York gentleman as well as a wise old owl. There was always this certain twinkle in his eye. 

As for the editorial board, he never talked much in meetings; he’d just introduce a guest or two, and then sit back to enjoy our debates.

Over the years, he introduced me to an amazing array of authors, editors and intellectuals. When I was out with him in New York, it often seemed that he knew just about everybody in town.

Much more importantly, they all knew him back, and as far as I could tell, just about everybody who knew Victor loved Victor. 

I know I did.

He may be gone but his twinkle remains. 

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Wednesday, January 25, 2023

Guns Kill People

You knew the news had taken a turn to the absurd when the profiles of mass shooters now included six-year-old kids and elderly Asian men. 

Can anyone continue to defend the open access to guns our laws provide with a straight face after the most recent spate of massacres? 

These slaughters are happening somewhere in America every 14 hours or so. That’s so far beyond unacceptable that we have to ask ourselves, “Have we no shame?”

The news coverage doesn’t help matters. That one was done by a kid with special learning disabilities. Oh, that one was over a workplace grievance, apparently. And that other one? Possibly a man angry at his estranged wife.

None of that is what matters. Those conditions and motives have always existed and will always exist. They exist in other countries as well but the overwhelming majority of mass shootings happen here.

The NRA lobbyists and their client politicians oppose new restrictions on guns because, as they are fond of saying, “Guns don’t kill people; people kill people.”

The truth is people kill people but only one at a time; guns kill people many at a time

What’s indisputable is that not as many people would be able to kill as anywhere near as many people if we didn’t allow the possession of so many guns. 

And it matters. Because every life matters and every life lost to gun violence is an ineffable tragedy that does not need to keep happening.

Please tell that to your Congressperson.

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Another absurd twist in this news cycle is that classified documents somehow made it to the home of former vice-president Mike Pence. Are you kidding me? Mike Pence? He’s gotta be the straightest by-the-book politician of the lot. This the same guy who won’t even have a business lunch alone with a woman who is not his wife.

It all goes to show that either some sort of sick, twisted Easter Bunny is hopping around from home to home of the former presidents and vice-presidents, leaving behind deposits of classified documents like jelly beans, or we need some serious reforms about who gets to take this stuff with them when they leave the office.

Or maybe, for that matter, we are way too zealous about classification to begin with. After all, this is all done on our tax dollar. Tell that to your Congressperson that one also.

Legally, one thing has become clear. No one — from Hillary Clinton to Donald Trump to Joe Biden to Mike Pence — will likely do jail time on this one. Meanwhile, has anyone thought to check Barach Obama’s digs lately? Or George W. Bush’s?

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Now I’ve gotten those two big rants out of my system, I can turn calmly to the one truly edifying story today. It comes from NPR about the many refugee actors from the Nazis who had leading roles in Casablanca. Some of them surprised me and they may surprise you as well.

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“The Scientist”

Songwriters: פורר טל / Buckland,jonathan Mark / Berryman,guy Rupert / Champion,william / Martin,christopher Anthony John

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start 

Tuesday, January 24, 2023

Dumb Questions

 On Sunday afternoon, while trying to make polite conversation with my four-year-old granddaughter, I asked her a dumb question: “Did you have school this week?”

“No,” she replied sleepily. 

This surprised me so I followed up. “Why?” 

She got a faraway look. “I don’t know. It’s probably summer break.” 

It was at this point that I realized the problem. We were talking late on a Sunday afternoon, near the end of an active and eventful weekend, during which her family had hosted lots of visitors and also had gone on a beach outing.

From her perspective, she hadn’t been in school for any of that.. And at the age of four, she’s probably still in the process of working out what a week is, actually, and how it differs from a weekend.

As for the issue of whether it’s summer as or not right now, that may well be one of the disadvantages of growing up in California. You’re never quite sure what season it is out here.

The incident reminded me of exercises I used to conduct in my classes for journalism students on interviewing techniques. I’d recommend that reporters should always try to be aware of how the structure of their questions might influence and sometimes even dictate the answers they receive in return.

Of course, many reporters elicit specific answers deliberately, especially with bad guys. (Just watch “60 Minutes.”) 

But the best reporters try to elicit the truth, as opposed to the answer they want to hear. There’s often a very big difference.

Then again, it’s worth noting the unexpected value of simply asking dumb questions, in journalism or in life.

Which leads me back to the conversation I had with my granddaughter. Perhaps a smarter question would have been “What do you do at school?” But then I might never have learned that this is summer break.

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Lyrics

“For A Day Like Today”

By Lee Hazlewood 

There's a dream I've been saving for a day like today
Yellow trees, Indian waters flowing softly on their way
There's a dove in the treetops singing peace on the wind
Again again and again

It's just a dream I've been saving for a day like today
There's some hope I've been saving for a day like today

Love will come, love will conquer every heart that beats today
And it may not be perfect, but at least we can try
You and I, you and I, you and I

It's just some hope I've been saving for a day like today
There's a song I've been saving for a day like today

And the words tell a story of our youngens far away
Bring them home, sings the chorus, for they're much too young to die
Must they die, must they die, must they die
It's just a song I've been saving for a day like today
Bring them home, sings the chorus, for they're much too young to die
Must they die, must they die, must they die

It's just a song I've been saving for a day like today
Just a dream I've been saving for a day like today
Just some hope I've been saving for a day like today

Monday, January 23, 2023

New(s) Reads

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  • Debt Ceiling Looms Over Capitol as Congress Returns to Work (WSJ)

  • Democrats may have to bend on negotiations with GOP on debt ceiling (The Hill)

  • Manchin says it’s a ‘mistake’ for White House to want Democrats to address debt ceiling without GOP (CNN)

  • Bipartisan U.S. lawmakers preparing plan to avert debt-ceiling crisis (Reuters)

  • DOJ search of Biden's Delaware home results in more seized documents (Politico)

  • New Brett Kavanaugh Sexual Assault Allegations Revealed in Secret Sundance Doc (Daily Beast)

  • ‘I hope this triggers outrage’: surprise Brett Kavanaugh documentary premieres at Sundance (Guardian)

  • Takeaways from Sundance’s secret Brett Kavanaugh documentary (WP)

  • Inside the battle for the future of Amazon (Vox)

  • What Happens When AI Has Read Everything? (Atlantic)

  • ChatGPT passed a Wharton MBA exam and it’s still in its infancy. One professor is sounding the alarm (Fortune)

  • The Getty Family’s Trust Issues (New Yorker)

  • Attacks on U.S. Jews and gays accelerate as hate speech grows on Twitter (WP)

  • Monterey Park shooting: 10 killed at Lunar New Year celebration, suspect dead from apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound (CBS)

  • Baton Rouge nightclub shooting injures 12 (CNN)

  • Japan was the future but it's stuck in the past (BBC)

  • Iranian currency falls to record low amid isolation and sanctions (Reuters)

  • This butterfly was once thought extinct. Now it’s off the endangered species list (CNN)

  • Mathematicians Roll Dice and Get Rock-Paper-Scissors (Quanta)

  • Berkeley Scientists Discover Secret to Waking Up Alert and Refreshed (SciTechDaily)

  • Here’s the No. 1 phrase used in successful relationships, say psychologists who studied 40,000 couples (CNBC)

  • Girl asks police to run DNA test on Christmas cookie for evidence of Santa Claus (NPR)

  • Bleary-Eyed, Stuporous Houseguest Assures Host That He Slept Great (The Onion)

Sunday, January 22, 2023

Comes Now the Robot

That new AI sensation, ChatGPT, is exciting the tech community and scaring everybody else, so I decided to take a closer look at it.

My intent was to see how up-to-date its content-scraping capacity is at present and the answer became obvious rather quickly.

When I asked the app to write a report on the status of Afghan women, it stated that “Afghan women have faced many challenges throughout the country's history, but they have made significant strides in recent years.” No mention at all of highly publicized moves by the Taliban to virtually ban women from all roles in public life, including jobs or the ability to get an education.

This was a bit perplexing, so I asked the app to produce a current “top news stories” report. Here is how it responded:

“I am sorry, I am a language model and I don't have access to the current news stories. My knowledge cut off is 2021, I can give you information about the events that happened before that date. Can I help you with anything else?”

So there you have one key weakness of the app. In case any teachers out there are worried about students using ChatGPT to “write” essays, I suggest including a recent news hook as part of the assignment. At least for now, the app’s essay writing tool won’t be able to access any updates from the past couple years.

To confirm this assumption, I asked the app about the late Queen Elizabeth. Here is what it reported back:

“Queen Elizabeth II's reign began on February 6, 1952 and is currently ongoing. She is the longest-reigning current monarch in the world, having surpassed the previous record held by her great-great-grandmother, Queen Victoria…”

Actually, as anyone not hiding in Tora Bora knows, the queen passed away last September 8th.

Even a cheating student would catch that one, presumably, so requiring more subtle news updates in your assignment is advisable.

The concerns over cheating aside, I’m sure there are many creative uses of AI in a classroom setting, and maybe even for journalsts. I’ll try to look into that in a future column.

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“Braille”

Written by Lisa Margaret Hannigan

For you, I leave my light on
To do its best against the storm.
And you came in like the tide and
I knew that we could keep each other warm.

You bring crocosmia and fuschias,
And I, I sing your name into the night.
A king of salt and stones, your compass,
It swings from you to me tonight.

We'll swim without a word between us,
Our breath held in.
We reel in love in the ocean,
Braille on our skin, on our skin

I fill a glass with what you've gathered
They wilt against the window pane
In the morning sees you off with nets to scatter
You will come in with the tide again

We swim without a word between us
Our breath held in
We read enough in the rush of
Braille on our skin, on our skin

We swim without a word between us,
Our breath held in.
We read enough in the rush of

Braille on our skin, on our skin.