
It was a glitch.
Because of some technical difficulties today, some of my draft posts went out last night in my “jimlog” email and appeared on the site for a while. I apologize for any confusion, and for the aesthetic abomination.
Sometimes I start a post and complete it much later when I have time (or maybe never), and sometimes I use drafts to make notes for potential posts. So, while some of these “drafts” are like post-it note reminders for myself to complete an entry in the near future, some are set up only as raw material bins.
[image, once again, from Benjamin Fischer’s “Portfolio Neuordnung“]
Author: jameswagner
inspirational wall hanging
last myth of Republican competence exploded – again
And so the last myth of Republican competence has been exploded: I’m referring to the ability to accumulate on paper vast amounts of private wealth. I would have thought the world paroxysm of the 1930s would have been impressive enough, but Americans have no history, just those myths.
Although I once worked in that world, I wasn’t really of it, and I knew enough to know what I didn’t know. I used to think I’d never be able to say anything smart about the financial world, but the events of the past months, and especially the past few days, have strangely emboldened me, as I hope they have the entire country.
[image of Scott Adams strip via Don Monk]
Alexander Cockburn: election is a missed opportunity

Alexander Cockburn knows how to turn a phrase – or two. In a piece in the current The Nation titled “Fatal Distraction” he outlines what the “miraculous conception” [my phase] of Sarah Palin as VP candidate has done to the ordinary high level of American political campaign discourse [just kidding, folks]. He dismisses the circumspect MSM accounts of what happened to Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, and offers his own. I have to remind myself that he’s writing this before the financial crash news of the last few days.
He begins by saying that the MSP has been far too circumspect in describing “the misleading procedures identified by Treasury accountants scrutinizing Fannie and Freddie’s ledgers”.
In cruder language the operators of these two giants had been engaged in the pleasant activity of cooking the books by borrowing at low-interest government rates, selling the repackaged mortgages at a higher-interest markup and then lying about their actual exposures. “Fannie and Freddie were almost single-handedly supporting the junk mortgage market that was making Wall Street rich,” economist Michael Hudson told CounterPunch the Monday after the takeover, protecting themselves from regulatory harassment by shoveling campaign contributions at the relevant lawmakers sitting on the financial committees in Washington.
Now the Treasury is refloating these two huge casinos and sending them down the river again, so that Wall Street can stay happy and China and the other overseas lenders can be assured that the money they’re lending the United States to finance activities like strafing Afghan children from the air is at least partly secured.
He’s tough on the money handlers and their Republican enablers, but neither Barack Obama nor his party are spared Cockburn’s scorn. Several paragraphs earlier he argued that idealistic younger voters, whose turnout is needed on November 4, are being distracted by the more ludicrous aspects of Palin’s weird story:
. . . from unpleasant reflections on the candidate of hope and change, whose prime foreign policy commitment is to increase the US military presence in Afghanistan and hence the certainty that Afghan children will be shot from the air or blown up by US gunships in steadily increasing numbers.
The peace candidate has disappeared.
But the ball is being dropped at home as well. Cockburn suggests the Democrats are dead on arrival in the area of domestic change as well, particularly in the financial area:
The problem is that co-conspiring in Gramm’s [Phil Gramm, McCain’s “unoffical” financial advisor] deregulatory rampages in the late ’90s was the Clinton Administration, spurred on by the Democratic Leadership Council. On the ticket with Obama is that lifelong serf of the banks, Joe Biden. Obama himself has been heavily staked by Wall Street.
It happens every time. Progressives are eternally hopeful, but as soon as it looks like we might prevail, we run into the same closed door. I think this time it might have been our last chance. I feel like Charlie Brown, and the system I’m working with is Lucy and that football.
Cockburn’s article ends on a note a measure less lugubrious than my own – but not by much:
When they look back on it, people will surely see this election as one of the larger missed opportunities in the nation’s history for scrutiny and shake-up of our economic and imperial arrangements: an unpopular war abroad, brazen thievery by the rich and powerful at home, widespread discontent of huge slabs of the electorate, beleaguered by debt, low wages and joblessness. How easy it should have been for a politician as eloquent and intelligent as Obama to create an irresistible popular constituency challenging business as usual. But what’s positively eerie is the cautious sensitivity of his political antennas, alerting him time and again to the risks of actually saying or pledging anything substantive by way of challenge to present arrangements. Small wonder it’s hard to remember much that he says, because so little that he does say is ever substantively memorable or surprising or exciting; no wonder that Sarah Palin is proving so successful a distraction.
[image from bodie25]
ah yes, the “Invisible Hand”

in the end, invisible even to Republicans
So now we have to nationalize those stars of the capitalist firmament, the monopolistic conglomerates we’ve been encouraging for decades, because with the tender care of the Government they’ve finally gotten too big for us to let them fail. What happened to that legendary “Invisible Hand“?
[image from bizid.co]
Brooklyn Bridge towers from tidal strait

untitled (towers) 2008
Both towers of the Brooklyn Bridge are reflected in the waters of the East [er, . . . tidal strait] at the top of this photograph. The picture was taken yesterday from the deck outside the Spiegeltent on Pier 17. Later in the evening those outdoor spaces were the site of the presentation of The Bessies.
And, yes, the water you see here was moving north at a good clip.
a little more “about” James Wagner

untitled (self-portrait with Praktiflex) 1961
Occasionally someone will ask about the brevity of my “about” page, but for years I have put off enlarging it. I suppose it was because I couldn’t decide what to put in or leave out, or how formal or personal it should be. I think I’ve come up with an answer, at least for now. I’ve kept the original statement on my home page, but I’ve written an extended and probably sort-of-irritating narrative bio, “more about” on a separate page, where you have to dig for it a little, and where I expect it to languish in obscurity.
Oh, the picture which appears there was taken by Barry while we were crossing to Seattle in a ferry. It may not have been taken yesterday, but it has the virtue of documenting the last time I remember having anything resembling a tan. The picture of me (also showing a tan – hmmm . . . .) included on this page was taken in the entrance foyer of the home in which I grew up.
Noah Lyon and Jennifer Steinkamp

lovely shirt, Noah, but don’t try to eat it
I found Noah Lyon in the middle of the largest of the pieces in Jennifer Steinkamp’s show, “Daisy Bell“, last Sunday when Barry and I visited Lehmann Maupin’s beautiful Lower East Side space. Noah was covered with sections of Steinkamps’ gently-waving projection of flowers as they paraded down the far wall of the darkened gallery on a black ground.
My thoughts about the show itself while I was in the gallery were something on the order of, “yes, it’s beautiful, but (especially because of the extravagant high-tech element) so what?” I didn’t actually read the press release until much later (in fact only after looking on my computer screen at the picture above) and then it came together. I have to remind myself that sometimes you shouldn’t leave a show without looking at the “instructions”. Here’s an excerpt from the gallery website, edited for some typos:
The title, Daisy Bell, refers to a particular moment in the history of science and culture: when in 1962, Bell Labs used the IBM 704 to synthesize the popular 19th- Century English song of the same name. The song was also used in the climactic scene of the epic film 2001: A Space Odyssey in which the supercomputer HAL 9000 begins to sing Daisy, Daisy as his consciousness is degraded.
Steinkamp’s Daisy Bell series is comprised of a variety of poisonous flowers that appear to cascade down the gallery walls.
Much as Bell Lab’s Daisy Bell consisted of a human application reinterpreting nature, Steinkamp reprises the idea, and defines this new series of artwork by its relationship to human innovations.
The gallery’s site for this exhibition has more images, including a video of another piece being shown on Chrystie Street.
Times Square ghosts

untitled (yellow slickers) 2008
Early last Saturday we met up with a visiting friend who had never been to New York before, so of course we didn’t let the rain keep us inside. We ended up walking all over Manhattan. In the midst of the worst of it I found this handsome family of ghosts sheltering, like the three of us, under a marquee on Broadway in Times Square.
Calatrava’s transit hub: another bait and switch job

just put in a parking lot
Remember that glorious central transit hub we were promised? The one they’ve been dangling in front of all of our eyes for years? Gone. It’s been cancelled. It looks like one more case of bait-and-switch. Some people are making a lot of money playing with us, while they play with this wretched site.
On September 10th, the day before this, our latest jingoist holiday, “Patriot Day”*, Mayor Bloomberg decided to drop his own bomb on New York. In an opinion piece in the Wall Street Journal, “There Should Be No More Excuses At Ground Zero”, he wrote:
. . . the PATH station’s design, including the underground hall, is too complicated to build and threatens to delay the memorial and the entire project. It must be scaled back.
The scale of the grand, highly-praised and long-anticipated transit superstation designed by Santiago Calatrava for the World Trade Center site had already been cut back several times, and our Mayor wants it reduced even further – actually, totally eliminated at least as we’ve known it until now.
One would think that our much-vaunted “subway mayor,” who worked so hard (with mixed results) to make several totally inappropriate new corporate-sports stadiums and arenas his personal civic career memorial, might be able to persuade himself that a great transit hub would be the perfect grand projet to leave to a great city on the run. But no, he just wants to fill in that damn hole.
*
originally called “National Day of Prayer and Remembrance for the Victims Of the Terrorist Attacks on September 11, 2001” and never to be confused with that much more venerable and more upbeat celebration called “Patriots’ Day”
[image from answers.com]
It looks like I’m obsessed with cartoons this afternoon, so one more may not be a surprise, and this one is really fresh.