Bill's Notes

[Industrialblog, March 28, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Some Rat ...
registered IndustrialBlog.com.

Hey, Bulkregister. Don't think I'm gonna buy it from you. It's not that good a name, if you know what I mean. Not a lot of brand equity there.
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Jesuit Hawks
Even though I went to a plain-old diocesan college, I still was pulling for the fancy-schmancy Jesuits of St. Joseph's. Last night, the Hawks fell just short of the Final Four, losing to Oklahoma State in a squeaker. St. Joe's finished 30-2, with the only other loss coming the hand of fellow Jesuit institution Xavier (Ohio).

I guess St. Ignatius didn't have a miracle for Hawks last night. Or you could argue that the miracle was their existence. Or you could argue that the miracle is our existence, and the existence of the cosmos. But that's a little too big picture for this little blog.

In any case, congratulations to the Hawks. Here's hoping the fans give them a big welcome today when the team returns to campus.
[Industrialblog, March 27, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Welcome to Misha's Readers
As you can tell from the comments to the post below, our humble little blog was nearly overrun yesterday with moonbats visitors from lefty site Pandagon. (In fairness, I started it.) The moonbats folks failed to recognize an analysis of arguing techniques from actually taking on the substance of an argument. They wanted to talk about substance, whereas I wanted to discuss form.

Outnumbered nearly 300 to one, CTL proceeded to wield cluebats of logic, rhetoric and humor. Read the comments. It's like one of those Jackie Chan movies where Jackie beats the bad guys with a ladder, an eraser and a two-by-four in the same scene. Well done.

Thanks again for the link from Misha.

[Industrialblog, March 26, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Self-Deception and Analogies
Clever and articulate. These two adjectives are normally seen as positive qualities. Yet who among us has not known someone who is "too clever by half" or whose skills at articulating points merely convince himself, not others?

Here's an example over at Pandagon, which provides a fascinating case study in the "vision of the anointed". These folks have been / are excellent students and have learned their lessons well. And the result is they've got bad case of anointed vision, that is, as Thomas Sowell puts it, self-congratulation as the basis for social policy (or support of liberal policies / positions in this case).

In this post, one of the Pandagon hosts takes a National Review writer to task.


Burger King: Employing
Michael Graham has an argument about the plan to go to Iraq as it relates to the war on terror that's almost convincing at first glance. Since Iraq was supposed to be a strike against terrorism, it counts as a plan.

However, this is like saying that when I submitted my application to be a resident nuclear physicist at the Burger King down the street, I had a plan for employment. If reality worked that way, it would have gotten me employed, or at least had the chance to.

In actual reality, my plan no chance of succeeding whatsoever - in fact, the time necessary to draft and implement my application to Burger King not only had no chance whatsoever of actually getting me employed, but it actually detracted from time that I could have spent seriously looking for a position that could have used my skills. Regardless of what I say about how my plan was intended to gain employment, if the strategy's obvious outcome will not result in my gaining employment, it's not really a strategy to do that, now is it?

One can say Bush had a plan to invade Iraq, and didn't have a plan to deal with terrorism, because A had no chance of accomplishing B. You can't have a plan to do something that the plan can't do.


First of all, I can't resist picking on the phrase that starts the third paragraph, "In actual reality ..." Oh, actual reality. As opposed to fantastical reality. (A side note, actual is a faux ami in French, so translating that into French you'd have 'In present reality ...' which wouldn't be as bad.)

Second of all is the vividness and cleverness of the analogy. This is good stuff. Applying to Burger King to serve as its nuclear physicist makes the point well. You may a plan, but the plan is doomed to fail. I understand, but I disagree. Unfortunately, the analogy has convinced the writer that he's right.

Which leads me to my point, how reasoning by analogy can cause self-deception, particularly in younger folks. One way it does it is insight feels good ... and coming up with a clever analogy feels good, too. And especially to young folks who are just getting used to the idea that this brain has five speeds, they like the idea of tearing around corners and putting the metal to the floor in the straightaways. (See, ain't I clever?)

But, but, but ...

Just because you've come up with a nice metaphor, or a nice analogy, don't make it necessarily so. It just means you've articulated your point well. Your point still needs to be assessed, and not necessarily by the terms for your analogy.
[Industrialblog, March 25, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Rip Currents
In Florida they have rip currents killing vacationers.

Back many years ago (1982-85), I was a lifeguard at Ortley Beach, N.J. Worked three and a half summers, mostly on the ocean side. In probably 150 days of oceanfront work, I had to go into the water about a dozen times.

The first time was my first or second day on the job. It was cold and rainy, and so all the lifeguards were sitting in the beach house. Suddenly, we heard three whistles ... that's the call for a rescue. We all came running out of the house. In the ocean were two girls caught in a rip tide. They were heading at about a 60 degree angle to the beach. As the new guy, I had to go get them. I ran with the rope box (jeez, I forget what we called it — rescue line box) about 200 yards down the beach, grabbed the torpedo buoy and swam out with the line. By the time I got there two more guards had been hanging out with the girls for a while. We pulled them back in. A little while later, we had to go get someone else. I was a little tired of hauling that box around.

The next time, I went in a week later because a guy looked like he was drowning. He ignored my whistles, he thrashed around, and he went under. I went to go get him, but he swimmed away. I felt like an idiot. A fellow lifeguard said it looked like he was drowning and backed me up, and no one ever said a word to me about it.

Then a week or so later, we had a really rough day. There was a rip current, and we could see people get caught in it and get yanked out to sea. Then I was taught you wait a while ... let the folks struggle with the current. If they make it out, you're okay. If they continue to struggle, you wait until they can't get their arms out of the water anymore. Then you go get 'em. That way, they have no doubts in their mind that you saved them, and won't give you shit for embarrassing them. We went in six or so times that day. It was cool to see exactly how a save worked. A perfect training exercise.

By the way, all these saves happened on the exact same spot on the beach. Apparently there was a low spot on the beach right there.

When you go to the ocean, watch how the waves crash and flow along the beach. Occasionally you'll see a spot where all the water is rushing. This is a low spot ... and forms a kind of river of water going back out into the ocean. If sufficiently strong, it becomes a rip current that no one can outswim. The good news is the river only goes out so far before it dissipates into the deep water in the ocean (usually past the first sand bar).

Caught in a rip current, you have a few choices:

1. Stop swimming and float. The rip current will take you out — maybe quite far if you're in an area with long shallows such as Florida. Eventually, it will stop. Then swim back in. Note: You may need to be able to swim 500 or 1,000 yards to do this.

2. Stop swimming, float for a moment and figure out where the current is taking you. Then swim across the current as if you were swimming across a river. Ignore the beach for the moment, and especially ignore where you came into the water. Just swim across the current until you're out of the current. At that point, you just swim back in directly.

What's odd is all the saves I made all occurred within a few weeks, tops, of each other. Nearly four summers and we had one month of bad ocean. Following the news or asking the lifeguards is also a good way to find out how things are.

****

One more story. This highlights a second danger at the ocean. This one occurs in the wash. A big wave comes in, suddenly pools up underneath someone, and pulls them into a current. It's really cool to see. Usually it happens to kids, but down in Florida it apparently happened to adults.

Once, at the end of a cold day when we weren't allowing anyone near the water, I walked out to the lifeguard stand. It was so cold I was wearing everything — windbreaker, sweat top, t-shirt, sweat bottoms, and sneakers. I was never dressed like this. Anyway, I relieved another lifeguard, sending him back to the guard house, and started to undress in case I had to get someone.

A father was walking with his son, holding his hand like a good father. I guess the kid was about six years old, near the wash. I hadn't even gotten the windbreaker off when a wave came in and just swelled up. The father looked away for a second, and his son was momentarily behind him. The wash came in, lifted this son off his feet, and pulled their hands apart. Then the ocean took the kid straight out to sea. I mean, maybe three seconds passed between the father looked away and his son was 10 yards into the ocean heading straight out. It was like the sea was a monster that just snatched this kid and ate him. Poor kid was shocked, trying to swim. Seriously, this kid was dead meat. The father meanwhile continued to look away and I guess he thought his son just stopped holding his hand. After all the wave only came up to the father's knees, but it was enough to sweep the kid right off his feet.

I couldn't get the kid. I needed at least 30 seconds to undress, and by that time the kid might be 100 yards off shore, and maybe under water in the minute I needed to get him.

So I blew three whistles. Another guard looked up. I pointed. It was in front of my stand, but the ocean was fortunately not taking the kid out anymore but pulling the kid more toward his stand. The guard was only wearing a windbreaker and shot down there and grabbed the kid. The guard had him practically before his father knew what was happening.

I know this took a bit of time to explain but it happened so fast it's amazing. The ocean just grabbed the kid and yanked him off the land.

Funny. I haven't been to the beach much since those summers. When I have gone, it has taken conscious effort not to watch everyone. It still takes conscious effort. I think it's because that I saw the ocean grab that kid. I see tykes near the water and think, oh man, do you know what can happen in a second?

Still the beach is great. Don't get all paranoid about it like I am. As I said, all that stuff happened in a total of four days ... the other 150 or so were perfectly fine.


[Industrialblog, March 25, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Martha Stewart, Alpha Wolf
I've heard some folks casually mention what the inmates at prison were going to do to Martha Stewart, with all sorts of titters and laughters. Things like, "She's gonna be her cellmate's girlfriend. She'll be cleaning up the cell."

Ha. Let me tell you. No, the person to be afraid of pissing off in jail is Martha Stewart. Despite her fall, she has vast resources, not to mention know-how, compared to just about any inmate. Ms. Stewart will be able to take care of herself. She didn't build a business empire without a degree of competitiveness, cunning and ruthlessness.

The warden will be lucky if she hasn't organized all the inmates and prison employees into a business unit in six weeks, gone public in 10 weeks, and fired him in 12 weeks.

There will be a lot of people eager to make friends with her, too. Including possibly the warden.
[Industrialblog, March 25, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Just remembered...
I dreamt about the pope last night. Why did I dream about the pope?

Very odd. I can't remember anything else about the dream.


[Industrialblog, March 25, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Trade Secrets: You May Make More Sense Than You Think
Ever say or write something and other folks say, "Huh?" Then you think about it, and you say, "I have no idea what I was thinking." Or you offer an explanation to someone, and it just makes things worse.

I used to do this a lot over the years. I was frequently accused or described somewhat paternally as talking in non sequiturs. Until I encountered it in others, I didn't realize how frustrating that experience was for others. I think one reason I became a writer was I couldn't make myself understood in speech.

As I've gotten older and with practice, I've tried as much as possible to minimize this kind of stuff. But that's no mind. What I wanted to discuss was the idea in writing of control versus spontaneity. We can release creativity by simply allowing ourselves to write, to think, to imagine, without limit. This may be a left brain, right brain thing, or not, I don't know the brain chemistry. I do know how it works. You just let the inhibitions come down, and you free your mind to just run.

One thing amateur writers do is assume there is an inner wisdom or some remarkable depth in that running. There may be, but chances are there is not. What is frustrating for non-geniuses is that a genius can sometimes be a person who just lets down his guard, and can fly, and it's beautiful. For the rest of us, we have more work to do. And then at the end of the day, or even years of work, we may only end up with fine craftsmanship, not art.

The "Huh?" factor comes in this way: When you write freely, you'll often end up with a big, "Huh?" both for your readers and yourself. I would encourage you to not be discouraged, but realistic at this moment. Essentially, you've coughed up the psychic equivalent of a hairball. Now it's up to you to fix it.

And guess what? Chances are, you won't be able to. Why? Because it's a HAIRBALL. It's not inner wisdom, it's inner phlegm. When you show other people your phlegm, unless they are a doctor, they have a tendency to go, "Huh?" Then you look at the phlegm and go, "Yeah, huh?"

You are now ready to begin your next stage as a writer. In this stage, you learn control. You learn technique. How do you learn technique? You need to study with someone, read a lot, and talk about stuff with intelligent other folks. The actual techniques of writing are not a secret — NO MATTER HOW MYSTERIOUS OTHER WRITERS MAKE THEM SOUND. It's bullshit. Writers lie. Oh yeah, they do. They are simply trying to protect their turf.

Where is this information? Not in literary criticism. That's for readers. They're a different breed altogether. At some point, you will need to come to your writing as a reader does — with that degree of objectivity, and with that kind of critical eye. But that's putting the cart before the horse. This stage is about control, and control is learned by studying rhetoric, composition and logic. Chances are, your local university class was pure bullshit. Pick up a classic text — Aristotle's Poetics and Rhetoric, for starters. Then get Richard A. Lanham's A Handlist of Rhetorical Terms. Then get John Gardner's The Art of Fiction. After you do that, hunt down a mentor somewhere who already knows this stuff. Then work with him or her.

Getting control may take years. You'll know when you have control when you know how to fix a myriad of problems in your writing — you can identify what is interfering with the reading experience, why, and how to fix it. Soon, that control seeps down deep into your brain. You make corrections immediately, during writing, and then you can look at revision. Eventually, you may come to your writing as a reader does. You know how easy it is to spot other folks' mistakes, gaps, awkward moments, and the like? You'll get there ...

Then spontaneity becomes a different thing. You actually can be spontaneous, but you begin to know where the thought came from. You don't cough up a hairball. You exude thoughts on the page, and then look at them, and say, "Oh, I know what I was getting at. I was thinking about x and now this is a reaction to that. Or this is more of my concern about y."

Particularly, your mind may create, spontaneously, a counter-work to the one you are trying to "control". In fact, lack of creative writing can create kind of a Dutch Oven effect in your brain, stewing and simmering a different thing than you are working on, and you may not even realize it. Then one day, the whole thing comes down in one piece, like a big ole pot roast.

Almost anyone in a creative profession will tell you that. I was working and working on this design, and then suddenly the answer came out here. Christopher Isherwood talks about this experience (probably in Christopher and His Kind) and suspects that your mind has simply worked out the problem on its own, without your conscious help, and tells you when it's done. He also believes that your mind may rebel from the thing you are trying to do and rather than argue with your conscious mind, your subconscious mind* doesn't let you know until it's got the whole thing finished.

That's how artists sometimes complete their best stuff quickly — the technique and control has already seeped into and disciplined the subconscious, which in turns can turn that control and discipline back on itself and come up with something new (to you). Of course, whether you've just reinvented the wheel is a different story. But this kind of process is the best shot many of us have in creating something worthwhile. And to bring this full circle, you'll know where it came from, and most likely, so will others. There will be less "huh?" factor — unless you chose that "huh?" factor to be there.

And yes, geniuses don't have to go through all this. But those folks are rare. I'm talking craftsmanship here, not art.

* A friend of mine is a Ph.D. in brain science and insists there is no such thing as the subconscious. When I suggested to her that the brain and mind were different things, she suggested that she didn't necessarily agree there was such a thing as a mind, either. At that point I changed the subject. One day, I need to reopen the conversation again.

[Industrialblog, March 25, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Pledge Case: One take
Commenter ST over at Pandagon (one finds inspiration in strange places) came up with this take on the Pledge of Allegiance case before the U.S. Supreme Court. To set this up, another commenter, Brian, had suggested (quite rightly, too) that the plaintiff in the case, Michael Newdow, was trying to impose his atheistic views on the rest of the country.

ST made this comeback, though:


Brian: ... Unless [Newdow] is advocating a change in the pledge to 'one nation under no god,' or advocating that the Congressional Chaplain be replaced by someone who comes on to the floor before each session begins and says 'There is no god, [m]ankind is alone in a meaningless universe, now go about your business,' the notion that Newdow is "pushing" atheism is a crock.


I'm not going to take on the merits of ST's point. But if you visualize that scene, it's pretty funny. You can see the legislators, all excited to begin, sort of falling back in their seats and having existential crises.

On the other hand, if the chaplain says, "Life is meaningless and alone in an indifferent universe, go about your business," the depressed legislators might pass much less legislation, because, well, why bother?

Let's try it for a term and see the results. We could end up with a lot less onerous interference from the federal government.


[Industrialblog, March 24, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
My suggestion for the FMA controversy
The problem with any "gay marriage" amendment is it doesn't really solve the problem. The problem, Constitutionally, isn't gay marriage. The problem is hermeneutics.

This language needs to be cleaned up a bit, but my suggested amendment to the U.S. Constitution would be:


1. Judges can't just make up shit anymore and read it into the U.S. Constitution.

2. Judges who attempt to make up shit and read it into the U.S. Constitution shall be removed from office, disbarred, tarred, feathered, and driven across the land with an electric cattle prod.

3. Congress shall enforce this amendment with appropriate legislation.

[Industrialblog, March 24, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Tautology, sorta
Over at Donald Sensing's place, commenter Mark Noonan declares the proliferation of denominations as the result of Martin Luther's schismatic act at Wittenberg.

I've heard this sort of thing from Roman Catholics quite a bit, and find the argument uncompelling. While I have much respect for the RC Church and understand that Christ founded a church but didn't write a book, that respect is grounded on the merits of the RC Church's teaching, not so much on its claims to authority.

Here's what M. Noonan says:


Does, however, point out the fundamental flaw in Protestantism - once you say that a part of the Church may define doctrine for itself without reference to the Church as a whole, then you open up the Church to endless division - the priestess in question is only following in the footsteps of Luther; arrogating to herself the ability to determine what is true Christian doctrine.

Answer: give it up, rejoin the Church and excommunicate those who seek to set themeslves up as individual arbiters of faith and morals.


The problem with this argument is it's a form of tautology. It says, "If you didn't disagree with us, there wouldn't be a disagreement. And if you didn't disagree with us based on your own understandings, others wouldn't rely on their understandings and disagree with you. So if everyone just listens to us, everyone would agree."

Well, yes, and how convenient, too. Essentially, the RC Church reserves for itself what it denies to others. When we speak, it's authoritative and cannot be wrong on matters of faith and morals. When you speak, it's divisive. Uh, no. Granted, both Peter and Paul died in Rome, and certainly Rome has some authority. But in the NT Peter accepts rebukes from others; he doesn't declare himself the infallible interpreter of the Jesus' ministry.

How about this instead: The mystical body of Christ is made up of the fellowship of all faithful believers. Rome has its flock. Wittenberg its flock. Canterbury its flock. Constantinople its flock. They are not divided because they can't be divided, but one in Christ.

The rest is just how you choose to organize your localized fellowship. We can all be members of various clubs here in the U.S., but we're all Americans, after all. We can be members of this or that denomination, but we're all members of the body of Christ.

Both Rome and Constantinople make claims for themselves as the authentic church founded by God to preach the Gospel on earth and minister to the body of Christ. They respect each other's priesthoods, which already tells you something. If the body of Christ is not thus divided in Rome and Constantinople, then denominationalism is something that can be overcome by the admission of both churches.

There's no reason that God, knowing the fallen condition of man and man's propensity to misuse power and institutions, wouldn't introduce a little competition within his church to minimize the problem of concentrated power in any one institution. The Reformation after all led to the Counter-Reformation.
[Industrialblog, March 23, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Change of Pace: Help Bill remember a B-Movie title
OK, a break for the moment from our normal high-minded seriousness here at IndustrialBlog, such as whether the Cubs last season executed the worse choke in human history, or was it the French at Agincourt?

Anyway, the movie I'm forgetting ... It was dumb, like any good B-movie. The plot centered around a killer who stalks the set of a B-movie, killing one character after another ... anyone have a clue?

I'm drawing a total blank. It seemed to me that the movie-inside-the-movie was a toxic-avenger kind of thing, but I may have forgotten that. I can't remember the name of any actors in it, so I can't use IMDB.

Any help would be appreciated.

UDDATE: OK, I caught a break. I went to IMDB and clicked on the director who did The Toxic Avenger. And I found the movie. It's Terror Firmer. It's about a movie crew making the next Toxic Avenger movie when a killer stalks the set and starts killing folks. It's a remarkably demented movie.

Thanks to Harry and Chris for jogging my memory.

[Industrialblog, March 23, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Math Question
Below is a series of numbers. What is the significance of these numbers?

1921 1922 1926 1942
1955 1957 1960 1963
1964 1976 1981 2001
2003

Hint: What season is it getting to be?
[Industrialblog, March 22, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Cop Management, or How to Deal with the Police
Cobb's got an entry on a police stop that turned into a major case before the Nevada Supreme Court. Interesting case, and I agree with Cobb that the officer didn't demonstrate a lot of savvy here.

But, to be painfully obvious about things for a moment, there's also the issue of poor management of the officer by the suspect. Your job as a suspect is to control the perception that officer has of you. Controlling that perception is an easily learned skill. Cops size you up pretty quickly -- remember they don't know you and they don't care who you are. They want to know if you are going to be a problem for them. You want the cop to draw the following conclusions:

(1) They've got the wrong fish in your net, or
(2) There was a problem, officer, but there's not one now, and it's the officer's call on how to proceed.

Cops hate liars, whiners, complainers, excuse makers, con men, wimps and anyone who seems manipulative or acts like a victim. Criminals almost always feel they are justified, and that justification almost always comes from a previous grievance that has nothing to do whatsoever with the cop's present investigation. Patrol officers are not subtle people: They quickly size up the situation to determine in what category of human you are. Having a grievance says, "criminal" to them, which means lack of cooperation, which means they go into control freak mode.

Straightforward, quick cooperation will work wonders. Don't smile. Don't scowl. Betray no emotion whatsoever. Answer what is asked and nothing else. "Can I see your ID?" "Yes." [Note nothing else is said. Hand officer ID.] Cop's adrenalin goes down. He feels more relaxed. He's starting to like you.

Volunteer nothing. Sit or stand still, hands at your sides or otherwise in view on the steering wheel, and speak quietly, politely and firmly. Again, don't smile. Cops don't trust people who smile. You've got the wrong guy, officer, is your attitude, but you never say that. You're not a victim of anything -- crucial attitude. You're just Joe Citizen going about his business. If you have done something dumb, own up to it when asked. Don't talk about your constitutional rights -- they are bullshit. By the time it's about constitutionality, you're already in handcuffs and are in jail.

It also helps if you've stayed out of trouble in the past before as well.
[Industrialblog, March 22, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Fake hate crime: Choosing words carefully
A believable lie needs to have the same texture as truth. To get that texture, you need to do your homework. From Critical Mass via other sources comes this story about a faked hate crime:


Malik told police and the media that he was attacked by four white men outside the university library on Sunday morning. He said the four men emerged from behind parked cars and called out to him. When he ignored them, he said they grabbed his arms and punched him repeatedly and bloodied his nose, calling him an '[expletive] Middle Eastern brown person.'


What an idiot. He didn't do his homework. There's a continuum of phrases that might be used in such a hate crime. They'd range from an innocuous "towelhead" and the silly "pull start" to more anger-filled opprobriums, "Mohammed-loving puke-covered terrorist wannabe" and "Paleswinian splodey-dope." Creative uses of profanity count for a lot among bigoted white males, and merely tossing in a profanity in an otherwise politically correct phrase doesn't smack of truth.

When committing hate crimes, thugs don't say, "Smack that invidious person of color. I feel threatened by his swarthy difference. He offends my sense of pure Aryan entitlement. Force him to submit to our white-supremacist hegemony."

See, you tell that story to the police, and they think you're lying.
[Industrialblog, March 21, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Bitter thoughts
Today, a couple "renewed" their vows during the Sunday service. Two thoughts came to mind:

(1) What, weren't your vows good enough the first time around?

(2) Can you folks do this on your own time? We're trying to have Mass here.

And other unkind thoughts came to mind as well.

Maybe next week will be better.
[Industrialblog, March 21, 2004] 0 Trackbacks
Good-bye to Veterans Stadium
The home of the Phillies and Eagles was imploded at 7 a.m., thus ending an era in Philadelphia sports history. It's gone the way of Columbia Park (1905 World Series), the Baker Bowl (1915 World Series), Shibe Park / Connie Mack Stadium, and the Philadelphia Arena (old Philadelphia Warriors home court).

New stadiums were a good idea, but destroying the Vet was wasteful. It was a perfectly good stadium, not terribly old, and had a lot of years left in it. 5,500 parking spaces could be found somewhere else. There's plenty of parking down there already. And didn't they just renovate it for $30 million a few years back? But that's a quibble. I want to talk about names.

One sad note is the passing of a civic-minded name for a corporate sponsorship. Citizens Bank and Lincoln Financial, while not horrible names, honor mammon, not the community. The fields are no longer considered a form of the public square or a community holding, but something entirely private. Which is ironic considering where the money came from. Citizens Bank Park should be called, "Taxpayers Park." The most esurient example of this trend is "Bears football presented by Banc One" instead of Chicago Bears.

For a while, sports were a collection of parks which honored the community or something beautiful nearby or something unique about the structure — Memorial Stadium, SkyDome, KingDome, Riverfront, Three Rivers, and of course Veterans Stadium. There was more parity back then, too.

Now everything is for sale ... and there's much less parity, at least in baseball.

My conservative friends sometimes make fun of the literary trend toward ridiculing commodification — especially David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest, in which corporate sponsors bid to name a year. (Year of the Whopper instead of 20xx.) But there's something to that criticism. I find this kind of commodification of our public squares to be kind of creepy.

Don't think this is the end of it, either. Look for the naming rights to be sold to municipal parks, state and national parks, in order to cover budget shortfalls.

Central Park will Metropolitan Insurance Park. Hell, why not the city name, too: "General Electric presents New York City."

Gripe, gripe, gripe, I know. I'm going to get some breakfast.