Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Totally Superfluous Blogpost
In today's issue in Nature, there was a funny (not really ha ha) piece on crop circles. You know, the uber-relevant to science issue of why people feel the need to make art in corn fields under the guise of alien messages. I have no idea how the author got them to publish this article (he is from Oregon, by the way), but I guess science news was kind of light and they just decided to go with some quirky, human interest story this week. Then again, it is one of two articles in this week's issue that I actually read, so I am not sure that I have much of a case against it being of interest to "scientists".... Anyway, the photo was great, and worth posting I thought. If you google image search the term crop circle, there are tons of others just as impressive, including this quilt-like photo montage, surely for the discerning dorm room interior decorator (below the jellyfish).
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Memorial Day 2010 in Boston, Massachusetts
Recently back from a joyous weekend in Boston, MA-- a town for which I have long had an extreme fondness, but which I hadn't had the chance to visit in over a decade. 
Where does the time go, I ask? Not much had changed since my last visit, I am happy to report. It was beautiful weather in general, and all the wonderful things you expect from a city on the water-- breakdancers in front of Faneuil Hall, seafood within 10 yards of where it was caught, a zombie march through the Commons, little white sailboats on the Charles, etc. etc. etc. A very picturesque backdrop to an incredibly fun visit with lots of different old friends.
For the first time in my life, however, Memorial Day weekend wasn't just frolicking and barbecues. While hoofing it around the city, I inadvertently visited several monuments to victims of war and I remembered them. While walking the Freedom Trail in the North End, I saw a garden memorial to soldiers who have died in the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, the latter having reached over 1000 just recently, after 10 years of war and no end in sight.
Later that day, I walked through the New England Holocaust Memorial. A visually and emotionally striking testament to the 6 million people (jews and non-jews) killed during the Nazi regime in Europe. The glass columns have 6 million numbers etched in them, as well as quotes (like this one I have posted) and facts about the war.
Later in the weekend, I found myself back on the Freedom Trail again. Because Boston is so old, there are historical graveyards around town where many famous historical figures are buried. The Granary, for example, contains the remains of Paul Revere, signers of the Declaration of Independence, and victims of the Boston Massacre, which led to the Revolutionary War.
On Monday, I was walking through the city and again I saw a tribute to Americans who have died in our current wars-- a lawn of american flags in the Boston Commons commemorating each person's passing.
Although the Revolutionary War and World War II seem so clear cut in retrospect (independence, good versus evil), seeing the flags and trying to balance feelings of sadness with larger feelings of frustration made me wonder if, at the time, people may have felt then like I do now about war. Isn't there a better way to solve the problem than having a war? I know it sounds really stupid, but war doesn't just seem barbaric, it seems stupid. Why would anyone think killing someone (no less lots of people) would solve a problem, rather than just create more problems?
Granted, I am glad we are free of the tyranny of British rule and lord knows I do not support taxation without representation. Similarly, I can't argue against the statement that Hitler's rise to power was horrible and needed to be stopped. But 6 million people didn't die in WWII. 60 million people died. It is tempting to think there might have been a better way to put an end to the Nazi regime than adding more death. Part of 
all this reflection stems from my recent decision to become a Civil War buff. I am reading James McPherson's Battle Cry of Freedom right now (which is amazingly well written by the way, I highly recommend it) because I decided that this may well have been the most tragic war I have ever heard of-- literally brother against brother. For some reason, I think I still believe understanding problems is the key to solving them, and my first act towards non-passive pacificism was to get this book. More on this later....
Where does the time go, I ask? Not much had changed since my last visit, I am happy to report. It was beautiful weather in general, and all the wonderful things you expect from a city on the water-- breakdancers in front of Faneuil Hall, seafood within 10 yards of where it was caught, a zombie march through the Commons, little white sailboats on the Charles, etc. etc. etc. A very picturesque backdrop to an incredibly fun visit with lots of different old friends.For the first time in my life, however, Memorial Day weekend wasn't just frolicking and barbecues. While hoofing it around the city, I inadvertently visited several monuments to victims of war and I remembered them. While walking the Freedom Trail in the North End, I saw a garden memorial to soldiers who have died in the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, the latter having reached over 1000 just recently, after 10 years of war and no end in sight.
Later that day, I walked through the New England Holocaust Memorial. A visually and emotionally striking testament to the 6 million people (jews and non-jews) killed during the Nazi regime in Europe. The glass columns have 6 million numbers etched in them, as well as quotes (like this one I have posted) and facts about the war.
Later in the weekend, I found myself back on the Freedom Trail again. Because Boston is so old, there are historical graveyards around town where many famous historical figures are buried. The Granary, for example, contains the remains of Paul Revere, signers of the Declaration of Independence, and victims of the Boston Massacre, which led to the Revolutionary War.
On Monday, I was walking through the city and again I saw a tribute to Americans who have died in our current wars-- a lawn of american flags in the Boston Commons commemorating each person's passing.
Although the Revolutionary War and World War II seem so clear cut in retrospect (independence, good versus evil), seeing the flags and trying to balance feelings of sadness with larger feelings of frustration made me wonder if, at the time, people may have felt then like I do now about war. Isn't there a better way to solve the problem than having a war? I know it sounds really stupid, but war doesn't just seem barbaric, it seems stupid. Why would anyone think killing someone (no less lots of people) would solve a problem, rather than just create more problems?
Granted, I am glad we are free of the tyranny of British rule and lord knows I do not support taxation without representation. Similarly, I can't argue against the statement that Hitler's rise to power was horrible and needed to be stopped. But 6 million people didn't die in WWII. 60 million people died. It is tempting to think there might have been a better way to put an end to the Nazi regime than adding more death. Part of 
all this reflection stems from my recent decision to become a Civil War buff. I am reading James McPherson's Battle Cry of Freedom right now (which is amazingly well written by the way, I highly recommend it) because I decided that this may well have been the most tragic war I have ever heard of-- literally brother against brother. For some reason, I think I still believe understanding problems is the key to solving them, and my first act towards non-passive pacificism was to get this book. More on this later....
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