The reports of 20,000 dead in Central and South Asia put our own hand-wringing about Katrina into some perspective, don’t you think? I certainly am not implying that one tragedy is inherently worse than the other. But we Americans have a curious reaction to large-scale disasters. I think we’re accustomed to reading about disasters in faraway places as we sip our morning coffee. But when the shit hits the fan here on the home turf, we act all shocked and surprised, like we’re the first people anywhere in the history of the planet who had to go through this. Because we’re Americans, goddamnit. If it doesn’t happen here in the States, then it hasn’t really happened yet. We’re such a media-saturated culture that we can’t place disaster outside the fictional realm of television and movies. When the media interviews the poor schlubs who are coping with the aftermath of a disaster, at least one of them will say, “Man, it was just like what you see in a movie.” Maybe that’s a consequence of both our geography and technological sophistication. When the Big Bad, whether natural or man-made, does slam into our reality, we don’t have any context for it other than a Jerry Bruckheimer movie.
For some reason, my keyboard died (the physical one, not the on-screen version). So I’m off to hunt a replacement down.
I picked up a computer game on eBay (probably my first such purchase in a year) and I’m going to dive into it soon. But first, I wanted to point out a Cornell study that shows that the employment rate for people with disabilities actually dropped a couple points in recent years. Not great news for those of us in the world of disability policy. The systemic barriers that prevent people with disabilities from working are still multitude, and the assumption that people with disabilities can’t work is one that remains deeply ingrained in our culture. I wish I knew the catalysts that will eventually reverse this trend. Maybe it will be the aging of the boomer generation. Maybe it will be some unforeseen technological leap. But the policies that currently exist aren’t working. To be successfully employed, people with disabilities need a comprehensive range of supports that include health care, transportation, personal assistance, training, housing, and so on. Right now, we aren’t doing a terribly good job of delivering those supports in one comprehensive, coordinated package. We make it really difficult for people to navigate and understand the services that are available, so it should be no surprise that most people simply give up and choose the easier, more secure option of remaining unemployed.
I was just checking out Salon’s new page design. I used to read Salon all the time before it went subscription-based. It was one of the first websites that I visited on a regular basis. In fact, it played a major role in introducing me to a lot of music and books that I probably never would sampled otherwise. Now I read that, holy fuck, Salon is celebrating its 10th anniversary next month. When the hell did that happen? Too bad Suck isn’t still around. Suck had some brilliantly funny writers. But I digress. I like the redesign well enough that I think I’ll finally purchase a subscription. And maybe if I write enough kiss-ass letters to the editor, they’ll let me do some guest-blogging.
Yesterday, the Supreme Court heard oral arguments on whether federal law trumps the Oregon Death with Dignity Act, which allows physicians to prescribe lethal doses of narcotics to terminally ill patients who wish to die. I have a particular interest in this case because, as some of you know, I published a law journal article regarding the ODDA a number of years ago. Since the Court has chosen to take such a scattershot approach to federalism in recent years, I’m not going to even venture a guess on how they will rule. The Court likes to bang the states’-rights drum when Congress presumes to pass some touchy-feely civil rights law (witness the ADA), but the hammer of federalism comes down hard when states try to pull something subversive (like prescribing marijuana for medicinal purposes).
In the years since I wrote that article, my own views on the ODDA have evolved. Everything I’ve read indicates that the law has been implemented responsibly and my initial concerns regarding abuse were never substantiated. I do think that laws like this need to be crafted with extreme care and they need to contain muscular oversight provisions. This is not euthanasia as practiced in places like the Netherlands. The ultimate decision is left to the individual, where it rightfully belongs.
Over the weekend, I went to see a movie and the kindly old man who took our tickets looked at me, smiled his best condescending smile, and said, “Hey, you’re going to a movie! Alright! That’s real good!” I wanted to tell him, “Yes, every once in a while the facility lets me go on an outing. But I can’t wait to get back because tonight they’re serving us Jell-O with those little marshmallows in it. They even said I could pick between red or green Jell-O! And Derek–that’s my roommate–he usually doesn’t eat his dessert because on Saturday nights he likes to sit in the community room and watch the cars go by on the street outside. So maybe I can have his dessert too!”
But I didn’t say anything. Instead I smiled, nodded, and found my seat in the theater, where I proceeded to watch a movie that depicted Viggo Mortensen and Maria Bello doing a sixty-nine and included graphic depictions of gangsters getting their faces blown off. I must confess, after receiving the old man’s benediction, I felt kind of dirty about sitting there and enjoying the copious amounts of on-screen sex and violence. But only for a little while.
First of all, Shana Tovah to those of you who are so inclined.
I’m really not sure what to make of the latest Supreme Court nominee. The right seems pissed and I suppose that’s a good thing. But Miers doesn’t have much of a paper trail for either side to examine. This could make for a confirmation hearing heavy on style but lacking much substance. I don’t think we’ll be lucky enough to get another Souter, but hopefully she won’t be as scary as some of the people who could have been nominated.
I leave you tonight with this photo from the Onion. I must figure out how to do this with my chair.
Things I like about my new office:
– The magnetic walls (perfect for hanging copious amounts of art)
– The uncluttered (for now) look
– Having my workstation next to my door so that I can see people come in
Things I don’t like about my new office:
– The malfunctioning motion sensor that makes my lights turn off every 90 seconds
– Still no window
– The $#@%ing (but temporary) parking situation
Tomorrow, I report to work at the Department’s new building in downtown St. Paul. For nearly the past four years, my office has been in Roseville, which is only a ten-minute drive from downtown Minneapolis. The commute to St. Paul will take a little longer. Another wrinkle: the parking ramp at the new building is not yet complete, which means I’ll have to park at a remote site and take a shuttle to the new building. I’ve been assured that the shuttle is accessible, but I have little doubt that getting to and from work is going to be a cumbersome process for the next couple months. But I’m also looking forward to being at the new building because more of us will be officed at the same location, which means I won’t have to drive as much between various sites. I’m not that familiar with downtown St. Paul and perhaps this will be an opportunity to overcome my Minneapolis-centric perspective.
Today’s carnage in Bali should, if nothing else, serve as another nail in the coffin of the whole WE ARE IN IRAQ TO FIGHT TERRORISM meme. Terrorism will never be stopped through military means. The only thing that brings an eventual end to terrorism are real and substantial changes in the economic and political conditions of the regions where violence flourishes. Unfortunately, that takes time and effective leadership on a global scale. I may be blindly optimistic, but I believe that someday things will get better. To believe otherwise is to give in to hopelessness and nihilism. In the meantime, we need to disabuse ourselves of the idea that the United States, through sheer brute force and the reckless expenditure of resources, can make the world a better place. It’s take a little more political deftness and sophistication, not too mention patience, to realize grand visions of peace and democracy. Too bad we’re stuck with an administration that has all the deftness of schoolyard bully.
Joss Whedon’s new film, Serenity, is out today and much of the geek crowd is standing in an anticipatory puddle of drool. Based on his now-canceled Firefly series, the film is actually getting some good reviews. I have the Firefly series on DVD, but I haven’t gotten around to watching the whole series yet. Whedon did say that it wasn’t necessary to have watched the series to enjoy the film, but I tend to be a completist about these things. If a movie based on a book is forthcoming, I usually try to read the book first. The little bit I have seen of the series has me intrigued. Gene Roddenberry liked to characterize Star Trek as Wagon Train in space, but Firefly is much more explicit in its references to Westerns. And the trailer for the movie includes some scenes of a really cute girl kicking all kinds of ass, which for me is a sure sign of cinematic excellence.
