Ummagumma

Almost all of my video time is devoted to YouTube. I sponsor some content creators and I follow a lot on that platform. I pay a monthly fee for NO ADs. Everything is content now. One of the types of content I enjoy are first-reaction videos to songs I grew up loving. Watching them experience what I once experienced for the first time. It always puts a smile on my face. I was that way once. I especially enjoy compilation first-reactions, where 10-12 reactors have separately listened a piece of music and someone edited their reactions all together as a highlight reel of listening to the song. These are usually great fun. Little wonder that the YouTube algorithm fed me the compilation for Lynyrd Skynyrd’s epic masterpiece “ Free Bird .” “Free Bird” (or “Freebird”) is an anthem from my early college years. I became aware of it in high school but it became an indelible part of my life during my first quarter in college. My roommate was into Lynyrd Skynyrd the way I was into Eagles...

Six weeks of war. One day of talks. Neither side planned for more. It makes no sense to me. There was no deadline forcing a single session. The ceasefire had time on it. They could have planned a week of talks, staffed them properly, worked through the technical layers the way you actually have to. The 2015 nuclear deal took years. Instead they flew into Islamabad, talked for twenty-one consecutive hours like exhaustion produces wisdom, and left without a deal. Are the hotels that bad in Pakistan? Twenty-one hours is not a negotiation. It's a performance. Iran is playing its second hand after being dealt shitty cards to begin with. Iran's foreign ministry said so plainly afterward: no one should have expected to reach an agreement in a single session. Vance boarded Air Force Two, flashed a thumbs up at the cameras, and flew home. Look at the delegations. Iran sent seventy officials and experts — diplomatic, military, economic. The United States sent Vance, Witkoff, and Kus...

Something happened to you already. Before you noticed. Before anyone else noticed. Sovereignty — the old idea of a bounded, private self directing its own life from the inside out — is gone. Not eroding. Not under threat. Gone. It was gradually converted, during your lifetime while you were busy enjoying the convenience of buying what you want when you want it. Nobody directed this. There was no master plan. The Complex — the vast interlocking system of easy consumption and entertainment — doesn't have intentions any more than an asteroid does. It just does what it does. And what it does, systematically and without malice, is make you legible. Observable. Modelable. A pattern of behavior that can be targeted and predicted and nudged and engaged. It’s a world of Likes. Like. Like. Like. The history of lost privacy is the history of lost sovereignty. Not because privacy and sovereignty are the same thing — personal sovereignty was always larger than that — but because privacy was...

[ Read all my Dostoevsky stuff. ] Ivan's intellectual system rests on two propositions that are not separable. The first: without God, without immortality, there is no virtue — moral obligation requires a metaphysical foundation that does not exist. The second: therefore, everything is permitted. These are not nihilistic positions in the vulgar sense. Ivan does not celebrate them. He states them as logical conclusions he cannot escape. He is, in this sense, the most rigorous thinker in the novel. The Grand Inquisitor is the fullest expression of this system. It is a magnificent performance — controlled, relentless, a challenge Dostoevsky himself feared he could not answer. The Inquisitor tells Christ: your gift of freedom is too heavy; we have corrected your work. Christ says nothing. He kisses the old man. Alyosha, Dostoevsky's counterweight, responds not with argument but with his own kiss. Ivan recognizes it immediately as plagiarism from his own poem. Dostoevsky does not de...

The view from Artemis II of the Moon eclipsing the Sun. Fifteen years ago I got up before dawn to watch the Space Shuttle Atlantis land for the last time. I called it "the end of the beginning." I meant it optimistically but I wasn't entirely sure I believed it. Jennifer's brother lives across the country and is a bit of a space geek like me.  He sent me a heads-up regarding the launch window 10 days ago. I watched the SLS lift off April 1st and then checked the NASA app on my iPad every day for updates until last night, when Orion splashed down off San Diego right on schedule. Mission Control called it a perfect bullseye. The rocket was the SLS — Space Launch System — NASA's latest heavy-lift rocket system, and it performed exactly as it should. Perhaps the biggest record  Artemis II  set was for distance. On April 6, the crew of Reid Wiseman, Victor Glover, Christina Koch, and Canadian astronaut Jeremy Hansen reached 252,756 miles from Earth — farther than a...

[ Read all my Dostoevsky stuff. ] I confess that the process of Ivan’s psychological break as it unfolds is the most powerful part of The Brothers Karamazov .  Something is wrong with Ivan Karamazov before we know anything is wrong with him. We catch the first signal not in a diagnosis, not in a dramatic scene, but in a single observational detail. Alyosha watches his brother walk away after the Grand Inquisitor chapter—perhaps the most commanding intellectual performance in the novel—and notices something he has never noticed before. he suddenly noticed that his brother Ivan swayed as he walked, and that if you looked from behind, his right shoulder seemed to be lower than his left. He had never noticed this before." (page 313, Katz translation) Five words do the work. He had never noticed this before. Dostoevsky doesn’t tell us whether the sway is new or merely newly observed. That ambiguity is deliberate, and it matters enormously. The entire question of Ivan’s breakdown—wh...