Tag Archive for: Washington Post

Not Waiting for the Earth to Stand Still

05 Feb 2003
February 5, 2003

I was a good boy. The kind of boy every parent would love. I did everything I was told as a child and even believed everything my parents told me.

As I look back now, fear was just as much a part of the equation as anything else—fear of what my father might do if I questioned him. Consequently, my rebellion came later than most, in my early 20s. I can remember a few times I inhabited the other side of the tracks when I was young. But for the most part, I was just a good kid, thinking and doing everything that was expected of me. It was easy to see the world as black and white.

• • •

I never read the editorials in the Washington Post. My mornings start early and the new realities of the each day are often too much to absorb at 5:30 am. I deserve 30 minutes of peace and quiet. But as I scanned the paper this morning my eyes stopped on the Op-Ed headline: “The Case for Action.” Immediately it clued me into their position and I was somehow surprised by it. But I was eager to know their justifications for a war that will ironically be known as GW II.

I have mixed emotions about this whole affair. It forces me to once again acknowledge the world is not black and white. Navigating its shades of gray and searching for an opinion to voice is hard. Arriving at the truth is next to impossible. Arriving at a humane solution is even more so.

Even if it’s lawful, is the war the right course? …Is Iraq genuinely a threat to U.S. security, and must it be dealt with now?

The Post thinks so, for many of the reasons we’ve heard the Administration voice over the last few months.

Senior Bush’s strategy of containment failed. President Clinton’s shift from containment to regime change failed to materialize. And so, forced to consider the new realities of terrorism, “rogue” nations defying international law, and being hit where it hurts on 9/11, we find ourselves once again on a dangerous precipice.

I’ve always thought of war as antithetical to human experience. Silly me. I made the mistake of assuming that we are an evolved species. Recently I heard a researcher on genocide wonder how, after so many years, we still had not learned to stop killing each other. I wonder that too.

In order to find that place to reside I have to accept the premise that we are not as mature and rational a species as I would like. This is not a justification for going to war. Rather, it’s a stand that allows me to process war and killing as part of this world.

I can’t help but think of Klaatu’s departure speech in the 1950s science fiction film classic The Day the Earth Stood Still:

I am leaving soon. And you will forgive me if I speak bluntly. The universe grows smaller every day and the threat of aggression by any group, anywhere, can no longer be tolerated. There must be security for all, or no one is secure.

Now this does not mean giving up any freedom. Except the freedom to act irresponsibly. Your ancestors knew this when they made laws to govern themselves and hired policemen to enforce them…

It is no concern of ours how you run your own planet. But if you threaten to extend your violence, this Earth of your’s will be reduced to a burned out cinder.

Your choice is simple. Join us and live in peace, or pursue your present course and face obliteration. We shall be waiting for your answer. The decision rests with you.

I’m still questioning. But I’m no longer afraid to do so, despite the frightening rhetoric of politicians and the inhumanity of despots everywhere. This decision rests with me.

Another Wireless Network?

23 Jan 2003
January 23, 2003

The Washington Post is reporting today that yet another wireless technology is being tested in this country. EvDO (Evolution Data Only) is ten times faster than regular modems and faster than WiFi (the wireless networks available in many Starbucks and hotel lobbies).

In addition, EvDO can use existing cell networks. This has got the telecoms salivating. R&D is hard pressed in the downturned economy so not having to commit to a totally new infrastructure is appealing. This does not mean, however, that implementation will be cheap. New areas of the broadcast spectrum would have to be bought to accommodate increased traffic. And every cell tower would have to be updated. All of this to the tune of billions of dollars.

The system has already been implemented in Korea and some small cities here in the US. But it is still not a given it will see widespread deployment in this country. Verizon decided to spend $750 million on more airwaves for 50 of its markets in anticipation of this service. Yet for about $200 you can buy a WiFi basestation and set up your own wireless network. Many individuals across the country have done this allowing anyone to access them for internet connections. Starbucks, on the other hand is served by T-Mobile’s Hotspots, starting at $2.99 a pop.

The question remains, however, not just whether this new system will become a standard but how the traditional telecoms will approach its implementation and marketing. If, as in the past, they will see this as just another proprietary service, where one company’s customers have a problem connecting with those outside its own system, the idea of an untethered and unfettered network of people will remain elusive. However, if telecoms encourage open interactivity and third party product development (as the Japanese telecom that pioneered text messaging, DoCoMo, did), then the endusers will be the better for it.

Establishing peer-to-peer networks just about anywhere is the initial goal. Working to make sure the Net doesn’t digress into simply another broadcast medium (like television), where we’re being fed someone else’s (read only big business’) content is something to think about.

Related Story: Wireless Blogging With a Real-Time Twist (NY Times)

Turning Over a Few New Leaves: The Backstory

23 Nov 2002
November 23, 2002

I have always been interested in the social aspects of technology: that is, how new ideas brought on by technological development seep into the everyday lives of regular folk. In the last few months I’ve been contacted with greater frequency by subjects of my writing or from those who have been alerted to my stories in the process of a doing a web search. Googling is becoming a natural process. And the interactions I’m having because of it add to my sense of the enlarging net community.

Horoscope

In September I began my 9/11 story with a quote by Jenna Jacobs, wife of Ari Jacobs one of the people who died in the World Trade Center. A few days later Jenna�s mother contacted me and we corresponded about what it’s like to be the mother of a young widow. In October I wrote of Irina Han, an intern at our museum who was murdered on her way home one night. A few days later I received a comment on my post from a family friend. A relative of Irina’s husband also posted a few comments. We exchanged emails, both of us wondering how this tragedy could have happened.

Last week Washington Post writer, Darragh Johnson, found me. She posted a comment to one of my two stories on my annual bout with autumn foliage. She was writing an article on “man verses leaves” and wondered if she could interview me. Since it was that time of the year again, we made arrangements to meet in the middle of my “crop” this past weekend.

• • •

While last year the conditions for clearing my lawn were perfect (warm and dry weather), this year has been anything but. Timing is critical in this process. With a full time job I only have my days off to do this laborious task. Most years I’m usually able prolong the actual leaf abatement process by mowing my lawn one last time. This mulches the initial thin layer of dead stock. Good for the lawn and good for my back (which, whether I rake or blow, is always at risk).

The leaves start dropping in mid October and by Thanksgiving the ordeal is usually over. This gives me approximately three to four weekends to work. But it’s critical to get the early crop blown to the street to make way for later droppings. If you don’t, the push from the back of the yard to the curb becomes difficult. The pile gets bigger and bigger as you push forward. And more unwieldy.

This year conditions have conspired against me. While it was the most spectacular year for the fall colors I’ve seen in a while, my nature duties were overshadowed by family obligations and the weather.

Two weekends ago would have been a perfect time to work. It was dry and the leaves were, well, fluffy. But Saturday we had to attend my youngest daughter’s ballet class—once a semester parents are allowed to watch. Then we had to go to a birthday party in the afternoon. On Sunday we had to go to the outlet mall to buy shoes for both girls (half price over regular stores and worth the 120 mile round trip considering we got five pairs for $115!). The daylight hours were completely booked. Of course I wasn’t avoiding this chore. No way. Uh uh.

I had to balance these activities. And now I’m paying for it. Last weekend a Nor’easter was forecast (a front coming up the east coast). Saturday was sure to be wet and indeed it was. The leaves now completely covering my lawn are soggy and heavy (wet leaves act like cement when trying to rake or blow them). While this boded very poorly for me, it was perfect for the Post article idea. The artist in me started to visualize the whole affair. We artists have to constantly adjust to changing conditions, seeing opportunity in adversity. I started to get excited.

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We scheduled to meet “in the field” at high noon. The staff photographer, Robert Reeder arrived first. He had been in contact with his editor and both were sure the weather would prevent any good photos. I had other ideas. “You’re not going to blow leaves today are you?” he queried. “Of course not,” I stated. “But this is perfect! Man verses the elements” And I was quite content to lose this battle if it meant a great idea could develop.

His editor had already given him another assignment. There had been a parking garage collapse the day before and they were still looking for a missing construction worker. He felt a need to get over there as soon as possible. I convinced him to stay at least until the writer arrived.

When she did, it was clear she too was pleased with the meteorological conditions. Rain and leafy cement. It was perfect. Robert started to understand. I grabbed my blowing paraphernalia (my Toro 850 electric blower, a huge reel of industrial strength orange extension cord, goggles, dust mask, and ear protectors). I was ready. My wife warned me not to plug in the thing for fear of electrocution in the cold rain. Robert took off, scouting for the right vantage point. I could see his mind beginning click. He was getting into this. Good.

Jeff verses his leaves

It was a picture perfect day! He had me stand at the base of a leaf-infested embankment. He grabbed a picnic bench and had Darragh dry off handfuls of leaves. He asked her to stand on the bench and just at the right moment drop them in front of the camera to simulate a leaf downpour in front of me. He used a fisheye lens. Completely covered in my uniform, I lost all interest in my soon-to-be public persona. No one would know it was me. We were quite a sight. Darragh interviewed me as Robert photographed. I imagined being on the red carpet of the Academy Awards. The paparazzi, the reporters, the leaves.

Cars driving by slowed down to watch. My neighbor, Peter, walked up, his curiosity getting the best of him. Like a true “happening” he became part of the event. We compared leaf herding styles. I admonished him for not loaning me his very efficient leaf tractor. I told stories of past years. Robert began to shoot both of us with a smile while Darragh got it all down in print. Behind my mask I could barely contain my glee.

• • •

This morning I walked outside to retrieve our Saturday paper. Luckily, my wife had taken 3 1/2 hours this past week to blow a quarter of our yard so I could find the thing. And there, on the front page of the Metro section was the headline: Let the Ground Wars Begin (PDF, 448K). I rushed inside to make the announcement.

Darragh had done her homework. She interviewed other weekend leaf men to discover their implements of choice (blowers verses rakes, the classic debate). She included statistics: a Tulip Poplar tree sheds, on the average, 25 pounds of leaves per season. Multiply that by the 35 Tulip Poplars we have on our lot and you get a total of 875 pounds of leaves! Add to that the other assorted trees (a total of 75 on our 1/2 acre lot) and that’s a lot of leaves. The next time I declare “I’ve got a ton of leaves to blow” (that’s 1000 lbs.), don’t laugh.

And what would an article on this subject be without an historical perspective (“Legend has it that Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom and warfare, invented the rake…”) as well as a revealing statement from Jerry Herron, an academic expert:

“The American studies professor at Detroit’s Wayne State University dubs bringing in the leaves a ‘highly significant phenomenon’—particularly since the advent of the leaf blower. ‘It allows men to buy expensive and noisy equipment,’ he notes, ‘and then demonstrate their prowess in front of the whole neighborhood.’ Lawn mowing can’t compare: ‘Everybody does that.’ he says. And snow blowing is a waste: ‘The weather is too cold to allow much audience admiration.'”

The article states I heartily concur. “He hoists his Toro and shouts, ‘I’ve got this phallic power thing! I mean, look at this thing. Is this power, or what?”

Well, yes, I did say that. But it was part of the theater of the moment, meant to be a postmodern ironic statement. Personally, I could care less what the neighbors think (other than, “Oh my gawd, we’re the last ones on the block to clear our leaves”). My wife is the mechanical one in the family. She’s the one who gets excited about band saws and diamond-tipped drill bits.

And now the gods have conspired to thwart my efforts once again. It’s sunny and crisp right now. Perfect leaf blowing weather. But yesterday I came down with a bad cold and the thought of swinging that phallic instrument around for the benefit of my neighbors holds no interest, even in the name of Art.

We artists are a curious lot. The strangest things make us utterly happy. Somehow I felt responsible for bringing together the lot of us into this tableau. Oh wait, perhaps I should bow to Mother Nature on this one.

Related Stories:
Spores, Spores, and More Spores (October 28, 2001)
Moving Forward on a Number of Fronts (December 10, 2001)
Leaving: The Movie, an independent short film documenting our last International Leaf Festival (Quicktime 2.2 MB)
Let the Ground Wars Begin, Washington Post article by Darragh Johnson (November 23, 2002)

Photo courtesy of Robert A. Reeder, The Washington Post, © 2002

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