...but I'm willing to make an exception in this case.
A man and two teens have been arrested for the gang rape of a lesbian in San Francisco's East Bay city of Richmond in mid-December. Their victim, who has not been identified was carjacked, and repeatedly raped and assaulted for 45 minutes before she was dumped on the street and sought help from a resident.
The woman was abducted and raped after the men spotted a rainbow sticker on her car.
In case of optimism, read this.
President Medvedev has signed a law—backed by Dear Leader Putin—that abolishes jury trials for "crimes against the state," softening the ground for full-scale political purges. From the LA Times:
The law does away with jury trials for a range of offenses, leaving people accused of treason, revolt, sabotage, espionage or terrorism at the mercy of three judges rather than a panel of peers. Critics say the law is dangerous because judges in Russia are vulnerable to manipulation and intimidation by the government.A parallel piece of legislation, pushed by Russian Prime Minister Vladimir V. Putin and still awaiting discussion in parliament, seeks to expand the legal definition of treason to such a degree that observers fear that anybody who criticizes the government could be rounded up by police — and, because of the law signed Wednesday, tried without jury.
The government has framed the jury law as an anti-terrorism measure, but legal experts warn its implications are broader and more ominous — especially if the treason changes go through.
Sounds like one of Naomi Klein's Wolf's [UPDATE: Brendan Kiley regrets the error; last night's revelry is no excuse for moronism] more paranoid fantasies circa three months ago—but it's real, and it's in Russia.
This, an expert in the article noted, isn't a sequel to the grand, sweeping terror of the Stalin years but a more targeted and intimate form of terror, closer to the Dirty Wars of Chile and Colombia.
From "Terror as Usual" a 1988 essay by the brilliant, Australian doctor-turned-anthropologist Michael Taussig:
Above all the Dirty War is a war of silencing. There is no officially declared war. No prisoners. No torture. No disappearing. Just silence consuming terror's talk for the main part, scaring people into saying nothing in public that could be construed as critical of the Armed Forces. This is more that the production of silence. It is silencing, which is quite different. For now the not-said acquires significance and a specific confusion befogs the spaces of the public sphere, which is where the action is.
Find a copy if you can (there's a limited preview version here).
It suffers from occasional fruity-academic-speak ("Terror as The Other" is a little nauseating, but give the guy a break; what were you writing in 1988?). Otherwise, it braces and frightens, swooping from a conference where tennis-playing academics blithely discuss mass murder in Latin America to the jungles of Columbia, haunted by death squads and eerie croaking frogs, to ruminations on Walter Benjamin's theory of history as a permanent "state of emergency."
In the final section, it turns into a true thriller, as Taussig meets a "disappeared" man at a hideout apartment in Bogotá for an interview about the Dirty War:
... he left without a word, the locks grating—all four of them—leaving me alone in the white cage whose door was reinforced on the inside by heavy gauge wire mesh, also painted white... the fluttering sensation recurred, stronger. I felt I was being set up. I tried to read more but my eyes only flicked over the pages. Not a sound. A few minutes went by. I realized nobody knew where I was other than Roberto. Why hadn't I called Rachel?
The rest of that section hurts to read. I don't want to spoil, so I'll say no more.
With its oppressive new laws, Moscow 2009 might start feeling like Bogotá 1988—especially for people like chess master Garry Kasparov who, after his failed attempt to unseat Putin, is still tilting at the Kremlin:
The organization, called Solidarity after the victorious Polish anti-communist movement, aims to unite the country's dysfunctional liberal forces and encourage a popular revolution similar to that seen in other ex-Soviet countries."We are fighting for victory because we have something to say to our people and something to offer them," Kasparov said at the founding congress Saturday in a Moscow-region hotel. "On this very day, we are in a position to take stock of past mistakes and act differently," he said.
But in a sign of what it may be up against, members of the pro-Kremlin youth group Young Russia, some dressed as monkeys, demonstrated outside the Saturday conference, distributing flyers that read "monkeys are rocking the boat."
Standing around a wooden dinghy, they hurled bananas into the air, some of which were lit on fire.
God save the brave—is there a good NGO or organization fighting for Russian democracy a person could donate to? Seems like a good way to start the new year.
In the meantime, buy a copy of Taussig's The Nervous System—essays about toad infestations, jungle witchcraft, and theory—for someone you love.
A couple days ago, we received a copy of Firmin, a novel by Sam Savage in the mail. I read Firmin a few years back, and I liked it okay. It's about a rat who lives in a bookstores in Boston's Scollay Square district. The rat learns how to read.
It's a charming enough fable, and the writing about the seedy neighborhood known as Scollay Square, which was notoriously torn down to make room for Boston's hideous Government Center complex, is beautiful. But the marketers and designers of this book fucked up in a huge way. Here's the book:

That's not just part of the illustration: They have die-cut the book to make it look and feel as though a giant rat has nibbled on the side of the book. This is annoying enough, but the rat-hole is exactly where one's thumbs go when you're holding the book, meaning that if you try to hold it the traditional way, your thumbs wind up covering up text of the book when you're trying to read it. This is one of the dumbest book designs I've ever seen. Dear publishers: Next time, if you must die-cut a book for the sake of a little bit of browsing attention, at least cut the hole out of the top of the book, where it's less likely to annoy readers.
Luckily, the original edition of Firmin is available, in hardcover and hopefully without any rat bites, at many used bookstores around town.

Q: Where is the new Stranger on this overcast, hungover New Year's Day?
A: There is no new Stranger on this overcast, hungover New Year's Day—we hardworking Stranger persons took a vacation and made no paper, having made a Special Double Issue: Collector's Edition! last week (in his inimitable fashion, A. Birch Steen grouses about it/revels in it here). For your reading pleasure: an extraordinary, extra-sensory-perceptive, predictive-text Last Days (including a whole week in advance!), ongoing The Stranger Suggests, all the listings you require for the weekend, more 2008 Regrets than you likely care to read, and a brand-spanking new Savage Love. And here is your fresh New Year Free Will Astrology horoscope, friend. Mix up a pitcher of bloody Marys (bloodies Mary?). Go see a matinee. Happy ought-nine!

Two Seattle Police officers are on paid administrative leave after an early morning shooting in Ravenna.
Police were called to the 5200 block of 17th ave NE around 2am after neighbors reported two men firing off weapons.
When officers arrived at the scene, a man approached them wearing a Nazi uniform and carrying a rifle and bayonet.
The man pointed the gun at police and two officers opened fire. The man died at Harborview several hours later.
Police say they found a large collection of Nazi regalia inside the man's home.
(Every so often, I take a new book with me to lunch and give it a half an hour or so to grab my attention. Lunch Date is my judgment on that speed-dating experience.)
Who's your date today? The Cat's Pajamas and Other Stories, by James Morrow.
Where'd you go? Oddfellows Cafe & Bar.
What'd you eat? The braised pulled pork sandwich ($8.)
How was the food? It was good—the crunchy purple slaw was especially nice—although it could've used something on the side. $8 is an awful lot for a pickle and a sandwich. I'll return for the salads, but until there are chips or something, I'm not ordering the sandwich again.
What does your date say about itself? "The rapier wit of James Morrow repeatedly finds its mark...Called "a provocative satiric voice" by the Washington Post, Morrow mercilessly targets religion, science, and politics, with rare perception and savage glee."
Is there a representative quote? Well, each of the stories are different, but try this:
"You came to the right place." Melvin ate a banana, depositing the peel in the dish antenna atop his head. "It's the most basic of Weltanschauung dichotomies. Here on Earth many philosophers would trace the problem back to all that bad blood between the Platonists and the Aristotelians—you know, idealism versus realism—but it's actually the sort of controversy you can have after a full-blown curiosity about nature has come on the scene."
"Do you speak of the classic schism between scientific materialists and those who champion presumed numinous realities?" I asked.
"Exactly," said Melvin.
Will you two end up in bed together? Yes! Yes! Yes! The above quote is from a story where humans try to end a fight between Martians by philosophically disproving the existence of God. Another story is about John Wayne trying to use quantum physics to cure his cancer. Morrow is one of my heroes—he uses sci-fi to address real questions of theology, philosophy, and humanity. I'm so excited to read all of this book.
The story:
A Ugandan woman has given birth to a baby girl on board an international flight from Amsterdam to Boston after going into labour mid-flight.The six-pound (2.7kg) baby named Sasha was delivered on New Year's Eve with the help of two doctors on the eight-hour-long Northwest Airlines flight.
Mother and baby were taken to a Boston hospital on landing and are doing well.
Sasha was deemed a Canadian citizen for customs' purposes because she was born over Canada's airspace.
The rare trans-Atlantic birth was greeted with cheers and applause from passengers on board flight 59, reports said.
What is striking about the story:
The excitement began some six hours into the flight, when the Ugandan woman who was eight-months pregnant went into heavy labour.The Indian doctor's statement can read as a diagnosis of the state of the American soul. Some might have thought it was sick or even dead—Katrina, Iraq, Wall Street greed. But it is not finished, over, kaputz. It is very much alive and well in the renewed age of Obama.Flight crew located two doctors on board the plane, and the woman gave birth to Sasha at 0900 Boston time (1400 GMT) - some 90 minutes before touch down.
"Everybody was there to help," Dr Natarajan Raman, who helped deliver the child, told the Boston Globe.
"People offered baby food, people brought things, people vacated their seats...The spirit of America is alive," he added.
Telling echoes exist between the incident in the air and the substance of this movie:
(Once in a while, you've just got to stop reading a book before the last page. Abandoned explores the reasons behind flagrant book-dropping.)
What's the abandoned book?
Erotomania, by Francis Levy.
Why'd you pick it up?
Well, first of all, the cover features monkeys fucking. Plus, I tend to read erotic fiction, because it's very hard to do well.
What's it about?
"Although ostensibly about the search for a real-life woman who can live up to the narrator's vision of sexual bliss, the novel is really about the way we long for intimate connection in and beyond bed. Written in the form of spiritual quest for a carnal idee fixe, this novel wears its avid penis on its sleeve and is all the more surprisingly affecting because of it."
How far did you get into it?
Only about forty pages.
Was there one sentence that put you off?
Nope.
Why can't you finish it?
I never thought I'd say this, but there's too much sex. Consider this sentence: "I'd be flown out to Duluth or Boise for a day's work on shows that were already running and return home in time to find my dick as deeply embedded in the soft wet folds of her pussy as the engravings are on the sarcophagus of an Egyptian empress." It's like Henry Miller on speed and without an editor.
Should everybody avoid this one?
Nope. I think Henry Miller fans might like it a lot. It's certainly not for fans of erotica, but for people who still experience a flush of titillation every time they hear the words "fuck," "dick," or "pussy," this might be their kind of thing.
Chow
This restaurant is so far away from my house that it might as well be in the actual Shanghai. But I would happily travel to the actual Shanghai just for Chiang's Gourmet's homemade pan-fried noodles. I would travel to Shanghai on the back of a bad-tempered donkey. These noodles are my favorite food. They are chewy and salty and amazing. Get them with chicken. (Chiang's Gourmet, 7845 Lake City Way NE, 527-8888. 11:30 am–9:30 pm.)
LINDY WESTFrom Mini-Microsoft, and Fudzilla via ArsTechnica: "Rumor: Microsoft to lay off 17% of staff on January 15, 2009"
Staff at Microsoft have been informed that the company is readying major layoffs to its worldwide operations and it's not a small cut, either.
Currently Microsoft employs about 90,000 people across the world and from what we're hearing, some 15,000 of those are expected to be giving marching orders come January 15th. That's almost 17 percent of Microsoft's total work force, not exactly a small number.So far, we haven't managed to confirm what departments or regions will be hit the worst, but we're hearing that MSN might be carrying the brunt of the layoffs. We're also hearing rumors about the possibility of somewhat larger staff cuts at Microsoft EMEA (Europe, Middle East and Africa).
It's unlikely that Microsoft will be laying off a lot of people in departments and regions that are doing well, and considering the recent upturn in console sales, we have a feeling that at least most of the people working in the Xbox 360 departments will be pretty safe.
It's still a rumor, but a scary rumor at that.
This is the third of three posts concerning three passages in the third section, "Children & Dissolution," of the third chapter, "Ethics," of Hegel's Philosophy of Right, a book I reread this Christmas.
The philosopher:
The need for an upbringing is present in children as their own feeling of dissatisfaction within themselves at the way they are - as the drive to belong to the adult world whose superiority they sense...
The commentator: Childhood is the worst state to be in, and so the only good that can come out of it is precisely a sense of steadily and quickly coming out of it. Those who praise children for being such, for being just kids, are doing them more harm than good. Indeed, elsewhere Hegel writes: "By representing children, in the immature state which they feel they are in, as in fact mature, by endeavoring to make them satisfied with the way they are, this method distorts and obscures the true need of the children themselves for something better..." A child's true need is to become all that it is not, to undo itself entirely, to grow ever so swiftly out of a very messy and trying situation. The body of a child is its obstacle, its enemy. And It is here that we find one of the main wrongs that reside in the sexual desire for boys or girls. It is a desire for something that is in essence the enemy of the child; a desire for what imprisons, frustrates, and blocks them. The very nature of a pedophile's desire is to arrest a child's development. This is the dark root of Lolita—to arrest a body of time in a prison of language. This is why the damage of such a desire is often the extension (often into adulthood) of the prison sentence that is a boy's or girl's childhood.
Begin diet to gain weight, plant aboveground crops, quit smoking, quit reading the Old Farmer's Almanac.
Happy New Year, everyone. There are no readings tonight.
Instead, you should read Bartleby the Scrivener, by Herman Melville. Even if you haven't been able to get through Moby Dick, you should like this one. It's a lot of fun, and it says something that's still very relevant about office life.
Also, the Crispin Glover movie of the short story is awesome.
The full readings calendar, including the next week or so, is here.
It's a new year. A new administration is coming soon. Meanwhile, the country is mired in two wars and divided in fundamental ways (despite all that lofty unity-rhetoric that won Barack Obama the election). So let's look today at one of the most famous American inaugural addresses ever, delivered during a time of war and division by the president who Obama seems to most admire, Abraham Lincoln.
This is Lincoln's second inaugural address, given in front of the newly-completed Capitol dome in March of 1865 (just over a month before he was assassinated). It's a short speech, notable for the nuanced sentiment that Lincoln packs into just a few hundred words and remembered, among many other reasons, for this says-it-all line: "...and the war came."
I'm posting the full address because it's brief, great, and well worth your New Years Day time:
Fellow-Countrymen:AT this second appearing to take the oath of the Presidential office there is less occasion for an extended address than there was at the first. Then a statement somewhat in detail of a course to be pursued seemed fitting and proper. Now, at the expiration of four years, during which public declarations have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the energies of the nation, little that is new could be presented. The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself, and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured.
On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war. All dreaded it, all sought to avert it. While the inaugural address was being delivered from this place, devoted altogether to saving the Union without war, urgent agents were in the city seeking to destroy it without war—seeking to dissolve the Union and divide effects by negotiation. Both parties deprecated war, but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive, and the other would accept war rather than let it perish, and the war came.
One-eighth of the whole population were colored slaves, not distributed generally over the Union, but localized in the southern part of it. These slaves constituted a peculiar and powerful interest. All knew that this interest was somehow the cause of the war. To strengthen, perpetuate, and extend this interest was the object for which the insurgents would rend the Union even by war, while the Government claimed no right to do more than to restrict the territorial enlargement of it. Neither party expected for the war the magnitude or the duration which it has already attained. Neither anticipated that the cause of the conflict might cease with or even before the conflict itself should cease. Each looked for an easier triumph, and a result less fundamental and astounding. Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes His aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces, but let us judge not, that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered. That of neither has been answered fully. The Almighty has His own purposes. "Woe unto the world because of offenses; for it must needs be that offenses come, but woe to that man by whom the offense cometh." If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him? Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said "the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether."
With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.
"The Worst Americans": Ferraro, Zell, Spitzer, and Cheney make the list.
Your NYE Could've Been Worse: 54 dead in Thai nightclub fire.
Climate Change A Con: So says UK's environment minister.
It's the Most Deadliest Day of the Year: For pedestrians.
"Barack the Magic Negro": Mean-Spirited? No, says O'Reilly.
Good News?: US Stock Exchange Up, a Little.
Duh Recipe of the Day: Hoppin' John (Personal note: I have eaten black-eyed peas on every New Year's Day since I have had teeth, because you have to. Happy New Year to all!)

Buh-Bye: Gawker to get rid of Consumerist, Defamer.
And... Buh-Bye: To glow-in-the-dark year-end glasses.
And Hello!: To the nation's first openly gay big-city mayor.
Black and White: Couple has second pair of black and white twins.
Just Tryin' to Get Some Head: Charles Barkley's DUI excuse.
Hard Times: New Year's Eve celebrations the latest casualty.
Duh Recipe of the Day: Hoppin' John (Recipe via me; photo via Peppergrass on Flickr)