Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Reinstate Pete Rose: Put Him in the HOF

REINSTATE PETE ROSE

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originally posted to DAVE PINTO'S "Baseball Musings" in 2004 at http://www.baseballmusings.com/archives/005910.php
My only emendations would be that Pete Rose NEVER took steroids, NEVER threw the World Series, NEVER doctored a baseball, and was by far the dominant player of his era.

PETE ROSE WAS THE GREATEST HITTER OF NOT JUST HIS ERA BUT ANY ERA.  IF YOU RECALCULATE HIS STATISTICS TO 2000 AND PUT HIM IN FENWAY PARK, HE WOULD HAVE HAD 200 HITS 18 CONSECUTIVE YEARS, WOULD HAVE HAD 5,000 CAREER HITS, WOULD HAVE HIT .394 IN 1968, .386 IN 1969 AND .386 IN 1973, 62 DOUBLES IN 1978, 174 RUNS SCORED IN 1976, 283 HITS IN 1973, CAREER LINE OF .341/.417/.460/.877 WITH 902 CAREER DOUBLES 5165 HITS 2912 RUNS 2900 RUNS CREATED IT IS A JOKE TO SAY DEREK JETER IS ANYTHING CLOSE TO PETE ROSE; PETE ROSE PLAYED IN A PITCHER'S ERA BUT PUT UP HITTER'S NUMBERS


Regarding Pete Rose and gambling. It is critical to put Pete Rose's gambling into perspective. Harold Seymour's three part series on the history of baseball which culminates in "The Golden Age,", and from which Bill James liberally borrows (with annotation) for many of his sidebars in the Historical Baseball Abstract and his Guide to Baseball Managers, makes it perfectly clear that a large number of famous, Hall of Fame baseball players gambled routinely and gambled on their own teams. Those players included Hal Chase, Ty Cobb and Tris Speaker, and may have included countless others who were bitter after salaries were reduced (1) after the American and National Leagues achieved peace in the early 1900s and (2) after the Federal League was disbanded and peace was achieved. As Eliot Asinof points out in Eight Men Out, even the eight men of the White Sox had ample reason for taking bets, because they were miserably underpaid by Charlie Comiskey, who according to Seymour, cleared in excess of $500,000 in profits from the Chisox during the 1910s during an era of no income tax or 1-3% income tax. He never shared that revenue and only spent about $25-40,000 of that on his players.

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Next, let's talk about more recent players. Anyone read Ball Four by Jim Bouton? Mickey Mantle spent his whole career whoring and drinking and womanizing. Hall of Fame. Did anyone forget about beaver-shooting from that book??? The entire Yankee clubhouse from the early 60s, of which many are in the Hall of Fame, engaged in that despicable practice.Baseball players all played poker. All years of this century, they gambled on cards, they drank and they womanized. We know that cocaine was common in the Pittsburgh Pirate and KC Royals locker rooms even while they won World Series titles, and many of those players testified at drug trials in the 1980s. A lot of those players ended up in the hall of fame.

Babe Ruth. Traded from the Red Sox. Why? Because he had prostitutes everywhere on Kenmore Street, drank every night, gambled and ate too much. In short, he was dirty and stayed out all night in a small town Boston atmosphere. The same team allegedly dumped Tris Speaker for salary, but really wasn't it because he gamled on games in 1916???

Babe Ruth didn't win a series with the Yanks until 1923. He lost in 1921 and 22. He lost in 1926 to an alcoholic famous for being so drunk he never showed up to games. That man was Grover Clevelan "Pete" Alexander. That guy only won 373 games and made it to the Hall of Fame. Oh, and Ronald Reagan played him in a movie where he struck out Lazzeri with the bases loaded to win the 26 series.

So Rose is a gambling addict. Ruth was a sex and food addict. Alexander was an alcoholic. Cobb was a vicious racist who also gambled and purposely spiked people while playing. Eddie Collins & Joe Cronin were visious racists while running the Red Sox and preventing the integration of the Red Sox for more than 30 years, according to new research. The same racist Joe Cronin who was President of the the American League. Hal Chase's gambling kept the Yankees and other teams in the 2d division for all of the 1900s and 1910s and no one did anything about it. Doc Gooden and Daryl Strawberry were fed cocaine by Keith Hernandez in 1986, but no one every sent Hernandez to jail, much less banned him from baseball, even though he ruined two lives and two Hall of Fame careers.

Ty Cobb was a bastard jerk, but his accomplishments put him in the hall of fame. Pete Rose is a lot nicer guy than Ty Cobb; was never a racist; was a team player; and achieved his records in eras, the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s which were comparatively dominated by pitching, especially the first seven years of his career.

It is unfair to bar him from the Hall of Fame for having fallen into a moral abyss of late. A five or ten year suspension is more than enought punishment. He didn't throw the World Series, as Bill James correctly points out, which is what Joe Jackson allegedly did. He did what at least 200 other players did in baseball, including Ty Cobb, which is bet on baseball. Ty Cobb was called into a Commissioner's meeting in 1926, and he was not barred from baseball for throwing a game, even though there's plenty of evidence he threw that game and plenty more, along with Tris Speaker.

fair is fair. Reinstate the man. The Philly fans still love him and we want him back here to throw out as many baseballs as we can give him. He was an integral part of three World Series teams and six pennant or division winners. Unlike Cobb, he was a team player, a winner and a champion, and he loved his teammates no matter what their color. He never threw a game to give a batting champtionship or pennant to someone else, which Cobb allegedly did. He never threw a World Series, which Joe Jackson allegedly did.

His crimes pale in comparison. Justice as Aristotle says must be in accordance with the crime. The punishment in this case is far too great for the crime; Free Pete Rose!!!

--Arthur J Kyriazis
Biotech Consultant; biostatistician
Posted by: Art Kyriazis at April 29, 2004 04:03 PM

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From "Lift the Ban" a website devoted to Lifting the Ban against Pete Rose:http://www.lifttheban.net/pete-roses-records/

Major League records:
Most career hits – 4,256
Most career outs – 10,328
Most career games played – 3,562
Most career at bats – 14,053
Most career singles – 3,215
Most career runs by a switch hitter – 2,165
Most career doubles by a switch hitter – 746
Most career walks by a switch hitter – 1,566
Most career total bases by a switch hitter – 5,752
Most seasons of 200 or more hits – 10
Most consecutive seasons of 100 or more hits – 23
Most consecutive seasons with 600 or more at bats – 13 (1968–1980)
Most seasons with 600 at bats – 17
Most seasons with 150 or more games played – 17
Most seasons with 100 or more games played – 23
Record for playing in the most winning games – 1,972
Only player in major league history to play more than 500 games at five different positions – 1B (939), LF (671), 3B (634), 2B (628), RF (595)

National League records:
Most years played – 24
Most consecutive years played – 24
Most career runs – 2,165
Most career doubles – 746
Most career games with 5 or more hits – 10
Modern (post-1900) record for longest consecutive game hitting streak – 44
Modern record for most consecutive hitting streaks of 20 or more games – 7


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Bill James defended Rose from the accusations in the Dowd Report.  There was a piece published on the Baseball Prospectus website refuting James' account at http://www.baseballprospectus.com/news/20021031zumsteg.shtml on October 31, 2002.  Although in the end Rose confesses to betting on baseball in his memoir, Rose does not anywhere confess to all of the charges made in the Dowd Report.  Even accepting all of the charges in the Dowd Report as true, a reasonable person would still have to argue for Rose's reinstatement, because his crimes are not nearly as great as those of others.

Just to take one more example, there is excellent evidence that DENNY MCLAIN was injured to to his involvement with gambling and mobsters towards the end of the 1967 season, and that his injured toe directly influenced the outcome of the 1967 pennant race--leading to the Tigers losing and the Red Sox winning.  According to the SABR bio of McClain, Bowie Kuhn and practically the whole world knew about McClain, but rather than being suspended from baseball, McLain was only suspended for half a season:

DENNY MCLAIN - HIS GAMBLING INFLUENCED THE OUTCOME OF THE 1967 PENNANT RACE BUT BASEBALL ONLY SUSPENDED HIM FOR ONE HALF OF ONE SEASON DESPITE CONCRETE EVIDENCE THAT GAMBLING AND RACKETEERING AND MCLAIN'S INVOLVEMENT IN THEM AFFECTED THE RACE - HE WAS LATER CONVICTED TWICE OF RACKETEERING RELATED FELONIES BUT WAS NEVER BANNED FROM BASEBALL - PETE ROSE WAS TREATED MUCH MORE SEVERELY

In February 1970, Sports Illustrated featured McLain on its cover next to the headline “Denny McLain and the Mob, Baseball’s Big Scandal.” The mob? According to the magazine, in early 1967 McLain invested in a bookmaking operation based in a restaurant in Flint, Michigan; several of his partners were part of the Syrian mob. When a gambler named Edward Voshen won $46,000 on a horse race, his bookie couldn’t pay it off, suggesting instead that Voshen find the bookie’s partners. One of his partners was McLain. Voshen spent several months trying to get his money, finally enlisting the aid of mobster Tony Giacalone. According to the magazine’s sources, Giacalone met with McLain in early September and, while threatening much worse, brought his heel down on McLain’s toes and dislocated them. This would have coincided with time of McLain’s ankle-toes injury in September 1967. The magazine also reported that Giacalone had bet heavily on the Red Sox and Twins to win the pennant, and had made a large bet on the Angels in McLain’s final start.
McLain denied most of the story. He admitted to investing in the bookmaking business to the tune of $15,000, but claimed that his partners reneged on him, causing McLain to withdraw his support. He told Bowie Kuhn, baseball’s commissioner, that he was completely uninvolved in the ring at the time of the Voshen bet, but oddly admitted that he had loaned $10,000 to one of the partners to help pay off the debt. Furthermore, he had never met Giacalone, and McLain retold the story of his toe injury. (In subsequent years, McLain recalled that it was an ankle sprain, not injured toes.) Just prior to spring training, Kuhn suspended McLain indefinitely while he conducted an investigation.
The problem with all of these accusations was that many of the people making them were criminals and lowlifes, as Sports Illustrated acknowledged. Although he has continued to deny the allegations regarding his injury, his denials have been in themselves damning. In his 2007 memoir I Told You I Wasn’t Perfect, he writes that he was heavily distracted in September 1967. “I was spooked about Ed Voshen and worried about being exposed,” he writes. “I kept expecting someone to tap me on the shoulder and say, ‘Hey, where’s my money?’ or that my car was going to blow up.” This fear is precisely why baseball has a paranoia about gambling.
If these problems were not enough, McLain was also suddenly broke. Though his annual income was close to $200,000, McLain had entrusted it all with a lawyer, who either mishandled it or stole it before fleeing to Japan. Without his baseball income, McLain’s financial problems caused him to file for bankruptcy. Claiming that all of his problems were due to “poor business decisions,” his petition listed debts of $446,069 and assets of only $413.
On April 1, 1970, Kuhn announced his decision. He continued McLain’s suspension until July 1, roughly half of the season. Kuhn’s report, among other things, said: “While McLain believed he had become a partner in this operation and has so admitted to me…it would appear that he was the victim of a confidence scheme. I would thus conclude that McLain was never a partner and had no proprietary interest in the bookmaking operation.” Kuhn also absolved McLain from any charges that his actions had any effect on baseball games or the 1967 pennant race. (On the contrary, McLain’s later recollection that he feared for his life in September 1967 suggests that the pennant race was quite affected.)
After Kuhn read his statement, a reporter asked him to explain the difference between McLain attempting to become a bookmaker, and actually becoming one. “I think you have to consider the difference is the same as between murder and attempted murder,” responded the wise commissioner. Reporters all over the country, and especially in Detroit, thought the decision was a whitewash. Denny’s teammates seemed surprised as well. Dick McAuliffe spoke for many when he said: “If Denny’s innocent, it should be nothing. If he’s guilty, then this is not enough.” Jim Price, the Tigers’ player representative, said that most Tigers thought McLain would get one or two years, or else nothing at all. Nonetheless, three months it was.

Denny McLain

This article was written by Mark Armour.


Friday, August 3, 2012

Goodbye Average Joe!

http://www.philliedelphia.com/philliedelphia/2012/08/joe-blanton-claimed-off-waivers-by-dodgers-kendrick-back-to-starting-rotation.html

Joe Blanton has left the Phils for the LA Dodgers.

Average Joe is what he was.  He looked like he packed meats for the Acme, not like a ballplayer.

All he did was rack up lots of innings and win us a world series and five division crowns.

He was at his best in postseason play, and he always came up large.

He was a bulldog with a heart of gold, and we loved him.

He is also one a select few who have been both As and Phillies (the As used to be in Philadelphia), joining others like Bobby Shantz and Jimmy Foxx.  He was Rookie of the Year with the As.

Joe, we will miss you buddy.

North American Tour with Mark Knopfler Announced for Fall 2012


North American Tour with Mark Knopfler Announced for Fall 2012

Bob Dylan Announces a new North American Tour with Mark Knoplfer on guitar for Fall 2012.  



There's a Slow Train A-Coming....to your town....

Bob Dylan & Mark Knopfler "Gotta Serve Somebody" - 1979

Jenna Jameson Endorses Mitt Romney: 'When You're Rich, You Want A Republican In Office'

The Porn Remake of "The Odd Couple" is Apparently in the Works
Starring Jenna Jameson & Mitt Romney


http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/08/03/jenna-jameson-mitt-romney-endorsement_n_1737769.html?ncid=edlinkusaolp00000003


"I'm very looking forward to a Republican being back in office," Jameson said while sipping champagne in a VIP room at Gold Club in the city's South of Market neighborhood. "When you're rich, you want a Republican in office."
With an estimated net worth of $30 million and a resume that includes 160 films, Jameson ranks as one of the porn industry's wealthiest players. 
source:  Huffington Post, id, cited supra.  

Dylan Live Tangled Up in Blue Live Acoustic1975 Rolling Thunder

Dylan Live Acoustic 1975 Tangled Up in Blue with Alternate Lyrics Rolling Thunder Revue from the Unreleased Reynaldo & Clara Concert Film (1978) documenting the tour.  A+

"Sometimes Even the President of the United States Must Sometimes Have to Stand Naked" - the Bobster


Tangled Up in Blue - Lyrics by Bob Dylan


Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wond'ring if she'd changed it all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first meet
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split it up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walking away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone 
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was working in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at her side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me "Don't I know your name ?"
I muttered something underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello" she said
"You look like the silent type"
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the caf,s at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out 
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm going back again
I got to get her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't what they're doing with their lives
But me I'm still on the road
Heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in Blue.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bob+dylan/tangled+up+in+blue_20021308.html ]

Dylan & Rolling Thunder "Shelter From the Storm" 1976 live

Dylan & Rolling Thunder "Shelter From the Storm" Live 1976 off the Hard Rain TV Specials filmed in FL & COL that year and shown on network TV.  Very fine indeed.


Shelter From the Storm - Lyrics by Bob Dylan



’Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

Now there’s a wall between us, somethin’ there’s been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”




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Hard Rain is Gonna Fall Live Dylan & Rolling Thunder 1975

Bob Dylan & Rolling Thunder A Hard Rain is Gonna Fall Live 1975 from the Never-Released Film Reynaldo & Clara (1978)

This version rocks 

I remember this tour stopping at the Harvard Square Theater in the fall of 1975


A Hard Rain is Gonna Fall - Lyrics by Bob Dylan

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Thursday, August 2, 2012

RICHARD RORTY AND VAN MORRISON March 3, 2009



RICHARD RORTY  AND VAN MORRISON March 3, 2009


Back in the late 1970s, Philosopher Richard Rorty wrote an influential philosophy book, Philosophy and  and the Mirror of Human Nature (1979), that essentially embraced deconstructionism and entirely rejected empiricism, british analytical philosophy, Quine, Kuhn, Kant, epistemology, scientific method, etc. 

Rorty basically said, look, there is no spoon. 

R. RORTY PHILOSOPHY AND THE MIRROR OF NATURE (1979) HIGHLY INFLUENTIAL PHILSOPHICAL TREATISE


Rorty denies the objective nature of science.  Nothing we see can be verified as real.   

Everything that is said, everything that is written, everything that is observed, even scientific observations, are contextual and depend on who says it, its grammar and context, and must be deconstructed. In saying this, Rorty essentially depended on, and was influenced by, all of the deconstruction theorists, though there were others that influenced his thinking more clearly than those.  In maintaining this, he essentially goes back to the earliest Sophist, Protagoras, and denies the existence not only of absolutes, but even of the ability to observe or even conceive of absolutes.  Rorty represents the ultimate denial of Plato, Socrates, empiricism and modern science.  

I don’t subscribe to Rorty, because if Rorty were right, there couldn’t be atomic bombs, nuclear power, triads of nuclear warfare, 9/11 didn’t happen, etc.   Also, if Rorty were right, there would be moral anarchy and there would be no way to say that we were any better than Hitler or Stalin, because there would be no criterion by which to measure how our ethics and morality were better than their ethics and morality.    These are just two of many problems with extreme relativism; there are many, many more.  

The good part of Rorty is that he asserts a sort of extreme relativism, in which every point of view can be correct. 

To that extent, he asserts that man is indeed the measure of all things, as Protagoras first asserted, and rejects the Platonic-Aristotelian notion of absolutes, and accepts instead the relativism of the Sophists. 

But Rorty goes too far–he rejects everything that modern science has shown us is actually true–if Rorty were right, there would be no objective facts of any kind, and yet we know that we can split the atom and turn mass into energy, and plenty of it. 

They actually did blow up dozens of pacific atolls with h-bombs during the 1950s during open air tests of h-bombs in the 1950s. Those things are scary. The film is enough to make me believe there is science. Plus, i’ve worked in enough labs to know there is dna, rna, genes, and that you can grow wings where a fly’s legs should be by transposing the genes, etc. 

So I know there’s science and we can control it pretty carefully. There’s actually more science that you think.

So while Rorty should be read, and should be consulted, and should be used to argue that there are two sides to every question, it remains true that there is epistemology, that there are absolute facts, and that there are some absolute truths. 

For example, we are alive and we will die, and this is not some eternal dream we are experiencing while our bodies are frozen in cryospace (Vanilla Sky) or or alternate reality dreamed up for us by machines running the world (the Matrix), even though those are certainly plausible explanations of what we experience every day. Rod Serling used to come up with about a dozen other explanations of reality every season on Twilight Zone and every one was terrific, but still, if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, a tree has fallen in my book.

You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas; you've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone. —Rod Serling


Here are some science facts. Penn, for example, has been conducting lie detector research for the FBI and other government agencies for years using MRI and PET scans of human brain and blood flow for the last ten to twenty years. you can look this up on the internet. They’re getting pretty reliable, by the way. In about 5-10 years, those scans will be very, very reliable and eventually will make their way into employment situations and courtrooms. You won’t need to waterboard or torture anyone once you have these devices.

But contextualism is a bit fun, isn’t it? Remember how people used to search for meaning in all the Beatles’ lyrics? That’s kind of what French contextualism and deconstruction is, except without the bong, the getting stoned and starting at the album cover part, apologies to our latest olympic swimming champion who’s probably still working on U2′s latest album lyrics for deeper meaning in the smoke haze.

This used to be fun– here are some examples of modern textual analysis.

Credence Clearwater Revival had a song that went “There’s a Bad Moon on the Right” which a lot of people thought said “There’s a Bathroom on the Right.”

Bob Dylan released an album at the height of his career in 1966 called “Blonde on Blonde”, and one of the longest songs on it was “Visions of Johanna,” which seems vaguely to be about either lesbians or a menage a trois involving the songwriter or singer. When analyzed in this fashion, the title of the album can be seen contextualized as having a different connotation altogether. Remember he was dating blonde model Edie Sedgwick at the time and hanging out at the Factory with andy warhols models in NYC. this is actually pointed out in the recent dylan movie with the six dylans.

The Rolling Stones had a song, “Jumping Jack Flash,” where the refrain sounded suspciously like “Jumping Jack Flash, hits of gas.” Now that’s not what the words really were, but that’s definitely what they made them sound like. Again, some sixties contextualism.

Recent movie titles have some interesting contextualisms. For example, “Milk”, which is about the first openly gay man ever elected to office in the us, in this case a man called harvey milk who was elected to office in SF in the 1970s. He was assassinated and thus a martyr, but the name of the film has, at a deconstructionist level, surely a triple meaning. First, the name of the politician, second, the Jesse Unruh saying that money is the mother’s milk of politics, and third the vulgar one associated with Milk’s sexuality.

George Orwell wrote several essays which discussed contextualism in a more forthright nature, especially his “Politics and the English Language” essay. We all know that Orwell discussed how the War Department, the Navy Department etc. suddenly became the Department of Defense after WWII. One would wonder what Orwell would say about the “Department of Homeland Security.” No one in the United States is even from the United States. It’s not our Homeland. My family is from Albania, Greece, Asia Minor and the Byzantine and Ottoman Empires. My ancestors on my mother’s side came here because those empires were destroyed after World War I and the U.S. was the best option available, compared with Turks killing Christians for the heck of it back in the 1920s. My dad came here on one of the very first Fulbrights every given, to study medicine at Harvard, so he was just part of the brain drain. (Thanks Sen. Fulbright). 

So whose Homeland is the US? The Native Americans and the native American mestizo Latinos of Mexico are my best bet–they’ve been here the longest, right? But Homeland Security seems devoted to keeping out Mexicans of Native American descent, and they don’t have jurisdiction over Indian lands, so that’s a bit confusing.

Overall, it reminds me of an old saying i learned in latin class:

atque ubi solitudinum faciunt pacem appellant.

“and where they make a solitude, they call it peace.” –Tacitus.

That’s sort of pre-Orwellian, but you get the drift.

Rap is par spelled backwards. I kind of like that becaus i like to golf, and because I think rap, while occasionally good, is mostly average and par for the course, as we golfers say. It’s easy to make music now with all of the technology. It’s hard to imagine today that the beatles struggled to make a four or eight track master back in 1967, or that overdubs were uncommon back then. now musicians made demos with 32 or 64 tracks in their basement and wear vocal processors on stage.

there’s not too much subtlety in rap lyrics. you don’t need to be a derrida or a foucault to understand a lyric like “give it to me good baby” or “give it to me right”.

speaking of mysterious lyrics, Van Morrison played last night on Jimmy Fallon’s spectacular debut on the Late Show, playing a track from “Astral Weeks Live.” Astral Weeks is one of the greatest albums in rock history, very hard to pin down, but jazzy, folky and stream of consciousness. Van the Man played acoustic guitar with a full accompaniment of strings and about fifteen musicians. It was fantastic and capped off a show with Bobby DeNiro and other great guests. DeNiro rushed the stage to hug Van when he was done. Those are two great entertainers, let me say.

Astral Weeks by Van Morrison

This is the track listing from Astral Weeks, courtesy of Wikipedia:

Side one – “In the Beginning”

1. “Astral Weeks” – 7:00
2. “Beside You” – 5:10
3. “Sweet Thing” – 4:10
4. “Cyprus Avenue” – 6:50


[edit] Side two – “Afterwards”

1. “The Way Young Lovers Do” – 3:10
2. “Madame George” – 9:25
3. “Ballerina” – 7:00
4. “Slim Slow Slider” – 3:20

Astral Weeks Live at the Hollywood Bowl 2008 Van the Man

Lyrics to "Astral Weeks" by Van Morrison
If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me? 
Would you kiss-a my eyes? 
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
From the far side of the ocean
If I put the wheels in motion
And I stand with my arms behind me
And Im pushin on the door
Could you find me? 
Would you kiss-a my eyes? 
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
There you go
Standin with the look of avarice
Talkin to huddie ledbetter
Showin pictures on the wall
Whisperin in the hall
And pointin a finger at me
There you go, there you go
Standin in the sun darlin
With your arms behind you
And your eyes before
There you go
Takin good care of your boy
Seein that hes got clean clothes
Puttin on his little red shoes
I see you know hes got clean clothes
A-puttin on his little red shoes
A-pointin a finger at me
And here I am
Standing in your sad arrest
Trying to do my very best
Lookin straight at you
Comin through, darlin
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me
Would you kiss-a my eyes
Lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
To be born again
In another world
In another world
In another time
Got a home on high
Aint nothing but a stranger in this world
Im nothing but a stranger in this world
I got a home on high
In another land
So far away
So far away
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
We are goin up to heaven
We are goin to heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
In another face


Van played “Sweet Thing” last nite. It was truly a glorious moment, because this album, from 1968, is one he has rarely, if ever, played live. Van Morrison is around 65 years old now, but even growling, he’s one fantastic Irish R & B singer, and along with U2, proves that Ireland is the home of the greatest rock bands in the world. Astral Weeks is a title that deserves deconstruction, along with the song titles. Van Morrison has always been fascinated with the title “Cypress”.

Regarding Jimmy Fallon, he is a great shot in the arm for Late Night. I really liked Conan, and he is a Harvard and Lampoon guy, and we have mutual friends in common, and I wish him success on the Tonite Show. But this is a change they should have made three years ago when Jimmy Fallon was smoking hot from SNL doing the news with Tina Fey. I used to read the FallonFey.com website and laugh my behind off, they were so funny together. (Tina Fey will be on tonite). But NBC always gets it wrong–as dramatized in “The Late Shift” (with my cousin Johnny Kapelos). They monkeyed around with Leno and Letterman and almost got neither.

Making Fallon wait, Fallon has cooled off. They should have pushed Leno to prime time three years ago, pushed Conan to the Tonite Show, and put Fallon on immediately back in 2005-2006. Then someone might have remembered who he was. Instead they kept Fallon on ice. This is insanity and explains why NBC-GE is taking such a hit in the stock market.

Basically, Conan was great, but Fallon is a fresh face. It’s Leno that’s tired. They need to move Conan to the tonite show because his audience is older now, and Fallon to late nite, because his demographic is who’s staying up late now. That’s only sensible. I thought Fallon’s show was great. also, Fallon is a low key guy who let’s the guests talk and the musicians play. He’s so nice and low key, he really reminds me of Carson at his best.
I predict a great future for Jimmy Fallon.

Did I mention that he and Tina Fey were hilarious together on SNL?

Getting back to homelands, there’s only one guy in America that i’m certain was born in the USA, and that guy is Bruce Springsteen. I know he was Born in the USA because that’s what his album said back in the 1980s, and no singer is more identified with his state of origin, New Jersey, than Bruce Springsteen. You don’t really have to contextualize or analyze Springsteen’s lyrics too much. When he sings that “Everybody has a Hungry Heart” or says that “Baby we were Born to Run” you sort of know what he’s talking about.

Because I’m from around these parts, I’ve always liked Springsteens’ music and it does speak to me at some level. A lot of the places he used to sing about are closed now–places in Asbury Park and the north shore of Jersey have disappeared or changed now–but a lot of the things he sang or sings about are still the same at the Jersey Shore. And we like that he lives in Freehold and not in LA.

--art kyriazis

Ramberg, Bjørn, "Richard Rorty", The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy (Spring 2009 Edition), Edward N. Zalta (ed.), URL = <http://plato.stanford.edu/archives/spr2009/entries/rorty/>.

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