Friday, December 09, 2005

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Not usually one to get too bothered by the Christmas period (or "holidays" as they insist on calling it here for fear that it may be misinterpreted as, y'know, a religious thing - trust me the Christ side of things sold out to big business years ago) I've been surprisingly taken aback by how willing I've been to embrace the spirit of the festivities. My roommate can be held largely responsible as he came back from Thanksgiving and began immediately to Christmas-ify the old homestead.

It's hard to be a miserable fecka in the presence in a room taken over by Christmas lights and containing not one but TWO! Christmas trees. But he didn't stop there. Oh no no no no (ho ho ho ho ho). Next we get a wreath on the door.
Somewhat impractical it may be argued but doesn't it look nice. And it's very real too. i have pine needles bloody everywhere to prove it. So all this stuff helped get me into the spirit of the season but if it wasn't enough.......
Snow! Yes we've all seen it before and apparently you all had loads more than this at home but still this place doesn't half look purdy under a blanket of white powder.

Here is essentially the same picture but taken at night so you can see the lights on the Christmas tree.

Monday, December 05, 2005

So the smarmy self-satisfied Sussex student union shites have finally voted to ban coke. They couldn't do it last year but as soon as I'm out of the country they sneak it in. Well fucking done to them.

I have to say, as if you couldn't already have guessed, that this really pisses me off. It's not that I have any great love for the sickly sweet soda (I'm in America, I'm allowed to call it that for purposes of alliteration) and condone any of the practises (unethical, exploitative or otherwise) that the company carries out, but the fact that the Union has actually voted to ban it stinks of hypocrisy.

If the Sussex Students Union actually had any influence and were genuinely active amongst their student constituents they wouldn't have to get the 5% of politically motivated students to turn up to the bloody AGM - which is, to my mind, the most pointless event in the calendar, serving only to dictate the Union's so-called "political position" on a number of issues that may have national and global significance but which are completely irrelevant to the students themselves - and vote to de-cokeify the campus.

Perhaps it seems like the democratic way to do things but, umm, no, it really isn't. To steal a quote from good ol' Rosa Garwood, Union Finance Officer: "Our boycott sends a clear signal that our students are not prepared to continue to finance a company whose ethical rating is so incredibly poor.". Umm, no. It really doesn't. The message sent is that the majority of students who turned up to the Union's Annual General Meeting (I believe it has to be 500 people to achieve the magical "quoracy" so it could have been as few as 251 voting in favour of the motion, although obviously I wasn't there so have no idea) voted in favour (see how I still put my Us where they belong?) of the ban. Rosa Garwood: thou is a moron. I knew GaV would have been better.

The democratic way to do things, if they cared so much about this issue, would be to get their fat arses (actually I believe prime protagonist Rosa Garwood is particularly bony of the bottom but for the purposes of this rant....) out from their plush top floor Falmer House offices and work to get the fuckin' student population to care as much as they do. If they could convince the students that Coca Cola's business practises were as abhorent as they say they are then they would exercise their rights under the democratic capitalist system in which we live, and stop buying the stuff themselves.

But no. That would be far too much effort. The supposedly "liberal" Union's approach, to restrict freedom of choice is far simpler and apparently sends Coke a real message. Yeah? Really? Nice one USSU. Really representing your people there.

My word, all that aggression has made me thirsty. Wonder what I'll have to drink?

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Not one to repeat stories I read on the internet but couldn't resist this one that I received in an email about the late great Richard Harris. Courtesy of Popbitch:

"One of the few drinkers who could keep up with George Best was Richard Harris. Back in the 80s, Harris was starring in a play at the London Palladium. During the day he spent most of his time getting drunk in Soho. One afternoon he got chatting to a beautiful blonde. Harris explained he was in a play, and that she had to see it. He then got a friend to run round to the theatre and get him two comp tickets. Many hours later, Harris and the blonde were hammered. He reached in to his pocket, finds the tickets and takes the blonde to the theatre. They take their seats. About 10 minutes in to the play, Harris suddenly stands up, loudly exclaiming "Oh fuck, I'm in this! And runs off backstage to get changed."

Friday, December 02, 2005

Squirrels of Satan

Possibly the most frightening of God's creatures, these little black buggers seem to be everywhere on the GU campus. Don't for a second think that that glimmer of light in his eye is a reflection of the flash from my camera - oh no, these evil incarnations are lit from the inside.

Fearless as can be and with no respect for humankind, I swear I spotted one selling drugs outside the elementary school just down the road the other day.

In the procrastinatory search for an explanation, a quick Googling garners 28,000 results and numerous reports of sightings across North America but few real answers. I did however, come across an article from the Post back in May, with the somewhat frightening headline "Black squirrels take over Washington". Since I couldn't be arsed to actually read the thing and discover, most likely, a fairly harmless report about their numbers increasing yaddayaddayadda, I can but assume the DC Metro area is now run by these malevolent manifestations of beelzebub and they are gradually working their dark magic over the entire population. Scared? You should be.

On a different note (but perhaps equally scary to some) I'm thinking of buying the TopGun soundtrack; what does everyone think? I watched the film on Monday night for the first time in aaaaaaages and realized quite what an awesome movie it is. I think it possesses a musical accompaniment so terrible it's fabulous but other may perchance disagree. I could go on but I think I'd better not.
Having grown somewhat bored of my own staid, formulaic attempts at music journalism recently, I jumped at the chance to be part of The Guide's Christmas feature. Somehow they seem to have got it into their minds that I'm their muso-geek in residence - seriously not true but I'm not telling them that - and asked me to come up with a look at a few "alternative" Christmas songs. Which I did. And it was fun.

Click: Putting The Cool Back Into Christmas

Please don't take it too seriously: Comparing Mogwai to "softly falling snow"? Purrrlease.....

Oh yeah, and as you can see from my byline, I'm down classed as a "Hoya Staff Writer" as opposed to "Special To The Hoya". I'm not entirely sure what difference that really makes appart from making it more ethically questionable to be writing for the other side as I am wone to do on occasion. I guess if there was a payrole it would mean I'd be on it? Sadly not.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

School Spirit

Not, sadly a cocktail (although maybe it should be one - I shall experiment; I'm thinking something with Vermouth in it) but an omnipresent psychological phenomenon amongst American students that is unheard of in England.

Last week was Thanksgiving, the single most profitable part of the year for American airlines as millions of people fly back and forth across the country to spend time with their families eat turkey and give thanks for..... well, I'm not entirely sure. Click Answers for the answer.

The result was a mass exodus of the student population from campus for several days. Not having received many invitations to spend time with people's families (how sad) this left a number of Brits and Aussies with little choice but to get ratted, the result being two unfortunate drunken text messages sent (which i take full responsibilty for, despite having consumed enough belgian lager to stun a mule) and the most evil of hangovers on Thursday morning(/afternoon). Suffice to say, my thankfulness was somewhat repressed that day.

Saturday however, saw Georgetown University Basketball's first home game of the season and I cannot express vehemently enough quite how different the American approach to college sports is to our back home. They take it, to say the least, somewhat seriously.

Personally I know absolutely nothing about Sussex's football team; Occasionally I may glance at the sports results in the Badger but I couldn't tell you where they play, any of the names of the players, whether they're any good or not or even the colour of the shirts. I have certainly never been to see them play and don't know anyone else who has either.

But here college sports is, to use an oft quoted sporting cliché, in a different league. While American Football is not Georgetown's sporting forté - generally the big state school are more successful; check out my good buddy and fellow Sussex-er Mark Wilson's blog for a comprehensive account from UT - but when it comes to B-Ball they're up there with some of the very best in the country.

Firstly, the team doesn't just play in the college gymnasium. Oh no. The Hoya's (for that is their nickname) play in the 15,000 seat downtown arena that is the MCI center. Also known for being where the professional b-ball team The Wizards play and the venue of Michael Jordan's last game before he retired - for the final time, the building is an absolute colossus. Despite the fact that most students were still away for thangsgiving the stadium was at half full. Can you imagine 7,500 people turning out to watch, for example, the Sussex University Nobodies play against the Sheffield It's-Grim-Oop-Norf-ers? Indeed, kinda unlikely.

The game itself was a bizarre experience, particularly for the passion that some of these GU students have for their team, and therefore, for the University itself. it's certainly something that wouldn't be bad to export back to the apathy-ridden campuses of Britain. The support on display that day was, I imagine to a certain extent, alcohol-fueled but still, gotta give credit to the "Hoya Blue" (oh yes, they even have a school spirit organization).


Here we have, for want of a better term, a hymn sheet, informing the uninitiated of the various cheers to be, umm, cheered throughout the course of the game. Hardly Shakespeare (although why I think the works of Shakespeare would be a useful template on which to base chants for a college basketball game I'm not sure) I admit but still pretty impressive. And everybody genuinely shouts them all the way through the game.

I couldn't quite bring myself to join in, personally being more familiar with abusive chants questioning the legitimacy of an opposition player's parentage or the manager's sexual orientation; they are a bit more polite here it seems. I'm also still a tad uncomfortable with pronouncing Defence as DEE-FENCE.

Unlike American football basketball is a seriously exciting game and as I said before, the Georgetown team is pretty good. Sadly not quite good enough on the day though as truly it was a game of two halves. Despite dominating the first, with many a swoosh being heard as they scored three-pointer after three-pointer, and going in ten points in front at the break, they came out in the second half a different side and couldn't hit a thing. I'm not sure I heard anyone say "my granny could do better" but I'm sure it was on the minds of all in attendance.

Ultimately they only lost to Vanderbilt (from Tennessee I believe) by 7 points, which is not terrible but the, given the size of these dudes (the "shorties" on the team being 6ft. 1in) I'm sure they can do better.

The result however, was largely immaterial. What was most interesting to me was the way these kids get behind their team and thus become part of the school itself. We have no such sense of unity back home, and by that I mean in Britain as much as I mean at Sussex. We don't relate to each other on a broader level through our shared experiences; we have no sense of collective identity on any plain beyond our localised social groups; we have no more sense of commonality with a fellow Brit or Sussex student than we do with anyone else.

Why that is, I'm not sure, but it seems like it would be a nice thing to reach towards. People partly hate Americans because they see them as possessing a blind belief in their country beyond that which would be rational, overlooking its failings in the process but maybe we have gone too far in the other direction. I'm not arguing against cynicism; the Americans are not, I think, taught to question authority enough, but sometimes it's not necessarily a bad thing to see good things.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

I should be writing an essay but I'm not

I realise that this site seems to be turning into a home for links to the various pieces I've been writing for the various media here at GU. I promise to resume regular scheduled programming as soon as I have something worth writing about. If you have any ideas/questions for me feel free to suggest 'em. In the mean time, here's my latest trite efforts at music journalism.

Published on Thursday in The Hoya's competitor paper, The Voice:
A preview of the Bright Eyes/Magic Numbers concert I went to on Friday evening which, sadly, didn't live up to expectations.

In Friday's Hoya:

A slightly more interesting, if poorly composed, account of a trip to a jazz club in Georgetown.

Thanksgiving's coming up and I'm gonna be stuck here with lots of time to write about everything I'm not doing. Expect exciting reports of hour upon hour of me staring at my walls. Perhaps I'll have dinner with the jesuits. Definitely gonna get to the first home basketball game of the season next Saturday though. Until then....

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Politically persuaded?

...... Interesting. While on a fairly random perusal of political blogs, looking for something on the latest Supreme Court nominee Samuel Alito for an essay, I stumbled across this questionnaire. Desperate as I was to find out my political persuasion, cos I'm really confused about it, I answered the questions - a little narrow in my opinion - and it turns out I am.....

Social Liberal
(75% permissive)


and an...

Economic Liberal
(23% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Strong Democrat




Link: The Politics Test How very reassuring. This makes me, apparently, a touch more socialist than Bono but not quite as strong a leftie as Ghandi. And I had such great plans....

Monday, November 14, 2005

Another bloody boring review

I'm starting to feel like I'm treading water with my writings for The Hoya. I barely have time/opportunity/inclination to listen to the CDs I pick up and then am rushed into writing a half-cocked review of an album I've listened to about, appropriately, half of. Nonetheless here are this week's lustre-lacking offerings:

Firstly Mobius Band - not terrible, not fabulous. From Baltimore.

Secondly Supergrass - another album that came out yonks ago but since I get to keep the disc I thought it was worth writing 250 words on.

Next week should include my first treacherous piece for The Voice, The Hoya's much less pretentious rival publication on campus.

Until then.....

Thursday, November 10, 2005

EXCLUSIVE: Scrawny indie kid spotted at hip-hop show

Okay, so the pictures are shite but you get the idea.....

It's been a week of musical contrasts this side of the pond.

Friday saw me trek my way out to Baltimore - currently competing with D.C. for the title of murder capital of the USA with a homicide rate 5.48 times the national average; sadly pipped into second place by Washington which has a murder rate 5.75 times the national average. wahey! we're number 1! - to see Kanye West at the Mariner Arena. This is the man who, in a live Hurricane Katrina telecast, announced to the world: "George Bush hates black people." An amusing, if slightly mis-guided statement I feel. Dubya doesn't discriminate on the grounds of race - he hates poor people.

Unfortunately I'm just not "street" enough to do justice to such a cracking gig. Suffice to say it was off the heezy fo' sheezy. He performed everything I wanted to hear off The College Dropout and, although I don't have Late Registration, his new stuff sounds pretty good. I really don't understand why he had to change clothes quite so frequently but I won't hold that against him.

Late Tuesday evening I ventured out into the pouring rain to Blues Alley, D.C.'s most famous jazz club (nice!) right here in Georgetown. Not quite as dingy as I would have liked and without the smoky atmospherics I've been lead to expect from just places it's nonetheless a charmingly intimate venue and perfect for jazz.

The David Bach Consort were launching their latest CD - David Bach himself is at the keyboard to the right of the picture, bit of a smug SOB to be honest - and although my knowledge of jazz is pretty much limited to bits of Miles, Charlie Parker and Louis Armstrong (no, Jamie fucking Cullum DOESN'T count), I know what I like. Sometimes you want music that takes you places; sometimes you need it to go nowhere and just drift around like a a cloud, occasionally seeping through your consciousness.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

This week's Hoya

A few more articles in this week's paper.

Firstly, a review of t.A.T.u.'s second album although the headline is not mine and I'm not entirely sure it's an accurate summation. I certainly don't think t.A.T.u had an edge to lose at any rate.

Secondly we have Bliss? umm, yeah, not so much. An obscure indie-pop album that should never see the light of day.

Much more fun to write negative reviews than positive ones I think.

A Brush With Royalty

What a handsome chap. How bizarre is this? On his first official tour of the U.S. with his new missis, the next King of England shows up at my school. As a self-confessed could-not-care-less-about-the-horse-faced-crones, I had no real interest in catching a regal walkabout. Since I had no other plans for my Thursday afternoon, and the simple fact that it was happening within nine feet of my front door, I thought I might as well stand in the sun and take unflattering pictures of HRH. Is Prince Charles a crackhead? I wouldn't dream of making such a slanderous accusation. Treason's still a capital offence back home right? Certainly this serves as proof, if it were needed, that the Royal Family could do with dabbling a little further into the gene pool. Wise-ass comments aside, he apparently decided entirely of his own volition to come and say 'ello to us upon catching sight of these chaps with the old Union Jack.
Anglophiles: Cassie, Owen and Elle.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

William Elliot Whitmore Review

Here's my latest article published in The Hoya. Ignore, if you will, the fact that I completely contradict myself in the last paragraph as well as the minor detail that the album came out last Spring.

Click: Ashes To Dust

Pumpkins and the like


Halloween seems to be a massive frickin' deal here. While at home it seems to be little more than an excuse (as if they need it) for kids to run amock through residential areas, throwing missiles at houses and generally terrorising the neighbours, in America it takes a much more sanitary form. Rather than just the one day it seems to last for weeks and everyone dresses up in costumes ranging in from the, frankly, piss-poor to the obscenely impressive and extravagant. Lizzie requested that I put a few pictures of human beings on the blog so here ya go. These folks are dressed fairly mutedly as it goes. From left to right: Elle, Greg, Katie and Shantel.

This is the nearest you're gonna get to a picture of me so make the most of it. Kinda says it all really doesn't it?

Oh yeah, and completely irrelevant to Halloween, as I was walking through Georgetown with my headphones on, on Saturday morning I was most confused as crossed the road and suddenly there were directors chairs, cameras and people standing around in puffa jackets everwhere. If you're a little quicker than I you may have realised I was stumbling through a movie set. Turns out some new Nicole Kidman flick, "The Visitors", is being filmed here. That was quite exciting anyway (although not as exciting as watching Man United take an absolute stuffing from Middlesbrough a few hours later).

POSTSCRIPT
I foolishly omitted to mention the most significant event in my life of recent days was a house/room/hotel suite-warming party I attended on Saturday evening hosted by the charming, elegant, intelligent and magical Holly Mitchell at her new residence at George Washington University. As I am wone to do I spent the entirety propping up the bar (oh yes, she has a bar in her bedroom) and ended up stealing (ahem, I mean liberating) the phone from the lobby of the building as we departed - I'll put it back I promise. A fine evening spent in the company of non-Georgetown types including a very amusing chap who, as conversation progressed, adopted an increasingly imitative British accent. Wot a legend.

N.B. I have by no means amended this post as a result of threats received from the aforementioned Holly Mitchell.

Read it/Don't Read it.

Although I'm well aware that no-one other than my mother has any interest whatsoever in the academic side of life here at Georgetown (trust me, I'm the same) I thought it might be vaguely interesting to post an essay I wrote for Bureaucratic Politics. It looks at the portrayal of the bureaucracy in A Few Good Men and, geeky as this sounds, I did actually quite enjoy writing it.

Government – 439: Bureaucratic Politics

A Few Good Men - Rob Reiner (1992)

A Few Good Men is about much more than the death of a young Marine at the hands of two of his peers, and the subsequent court martial of those responsible. Through the public platform of a trial setting, Aaron Sorkin’s script conducts and leads us through an examination into the power structures within the military, exploring the culture of The Marines and the subjugation of the individual to the collective of the Corps. Sorkin and Reiner’s portrayal of the U.S. military in general, and of the Marine Corps in particular, is of an institution rigidly arranged much like any other within the bureaucracy but with every element of it taken to its furthest extreme. He also shows us a military unit where the sense of culture has become so strongly ingrained into the men under Colonel Nathan Jessep’s command, that their role as protectors of democracy and the first line of national defence has been lost, displaced by abstract conceptions of honor, code and loyalty. I intend to examine this film within the context of public administration theory and also to dissect the representation of the culture of the Marines and consequently the sense of mission within the organization. To a lesser extent I would like to explore the importance of the role Jessep attaches to “Turf”, the value he places on the autonomy of his unit and the extent to which an over-extension of the autonomy of any group or individual can, as it does in this film, result in corruption and a systematic breakdown of the bureaucratic process.

A Few Good Men is ostensibly, the story of two Marines, Lance Corporal Harold Dawson (Wolfgang Bodison) and Private Lowden Downey (James Marshall), on trial for the murder of fellow soldier, Private William Santiago. The defendants maintain that Santiago’s death was the result of a “Code Red” - an illegal disciplinary procedure - that went wrong and that they carried out on the orders of Platoon Commander Lieutenant James Kendrick (Kiefer Sutherland). Lawyer Daniel Kaffee (Tom Cruise) seeks to convince the jury to absolve the men of responsibility by proving that it is the command structure and base commanders at Guantanamo Bay that are entirely culpable for the young Marine’s death. Autonomy of action does not occur amongst the rank and file officers because, in the words of base commander Colonel Nathan Jessep (Jack Nicholson), “We follow orders or people die. It’s that simple.” The film climaxes in the courtroom in a dramatic confrontation between Kaffee and Jessep, when Kaffee, certain that the original order came from the highest authority on the Cuban base, goads the arrogant Colonel into admitting as much.

Of the numerous concepts visible in A Few Good Men, perhaps the most easily applied is that of Public Administrative Theory articulated by David Rosenbloom in Public Administrative Theory and the Separation of Powers. Rosenbloom suggests that Public Administrative Theory is inherently problematic because it is based on three separate approaches to public administration which are each based on the three branches of national government. The Managerial approach, which can be said to associate most strongly with the executive and is seen as the most impersonal or scientific of the three, stresses the importance of a rigid hierarchical structure as the key to an efficient bureaucratic system. Based upon Weber’s theory of Bureaucracy, the Managerial approach takes “top-down” view of the administration with authority derived from above and with ‘fixed jurisdictional areas ordered by rules, laws or regulations’ . The role of any individual employee is defined in terms of his or her rank or position within the agency and is said ‘to turn the individual worker into an appendage to a mechanized means of production’ . Individuals are looked upon in functional terms and the entire set-up is focused on political neutrality in order to pursue the maximization of efficiency, economy and effectiveness.

The Political approach to administration is distinctly at odds with the Managerial, pointing out that the private business organizational structure can not be applied to fit perfectly the public sector because public administration is inherently political. With its authority stemming from government, its responsibility is to the entire population rather than to private shareholders. Instead of seeking neutrality ‘the political approach stresses the values of representativeness, political responsiveness and accountability’ and instead of reducing the individual to the task they perform, it seeks to identify their interests within those of a group. As it is said to bean extension of the public and the executor of the public will the administration must be seen to be so. As a result, much greater focus is placed on means rather than ends and process is as important as results.

A Few Good Men and the trial of the two Marines can be seen to be a manifestation of the clash between these two approaches to Public Administration. Colonel Jessep and Lieutenant Kendrick clearly stand at the end of the spectrum favoring the Managerial, believing firmly in the rigid rules that govern the Marine Corps, the importance of rank dictating authority and the strict adherence to the chain of command. Throughout the film, while describing the death of William Santiago as “tragic”, both men show themselves to be cold, callous individuals with neither showing any visible signs of regret that such an incident occurred, believing it to be advantageous to national security and therefore justified. While on the witness stand, Kendrick states that ‘William Santiago is dead, and that is a tragedy, but he is dead for a reason. He is dead because he had no honor. He is dead because he had no code. And God was watching.’ Similarly, Jessep’s attitude is equally dismissive, stating that Santiago’s death ‘probably saved lives’.

To Jessep, the Marines under his command are not human beings but cogs within the machinery of national security that he, and alone, is in charge of operating. He considers himself responsible to no-one and expresses disgust and distain for anyone who questions his right to run the Marine base at Guantanamo Bay precisely as he sees fit to do so. He feels that, having risen to the rank of Colonel, and therefore having a great responsibility for the national security, both he, and the methods he chooses to employ in carrying out this job, are entirely beyond reproach and legal accountability: ‘I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it.’ he spits. Jessep is the embodiment of the ‘ends justifies the means’ approach to organizational function.

The polar opposite of Jessep can be seen in Sam Weinberg (Kevin Pollak), co-counsel for the two defendants, who represents the voice of the political approach and who refuses to distinguish the action from the actor. He believes that being ordered to do something does not absolve individuals from accountability for the consequences of their actions, regardless of where that order came from. Kaffee’s defence of the men is based on the premise that, while accountability for Santiago’s death must be found, it is to be found in the commanding officers; the strict disciplinary structure of the Marine Corps and the regimented culture of honor prevents them from questioning their superiors or disobeying orders.

The concepts of Culture and Mission within the context of the bureaucracy are closely intertwined, with the latter being a direct product of the former. James Q. Wilson describes “culture” as being ‘a persistent, patterned way of thinking about the central tasks of and human relationships within an organization’ and ’Mission’ as ’a culture that is widely shared and endorsed by operators and managers alike….[which] confers a feeling of special worth on the members’ . In any organization a strong sense of mission is important ‘but especially to a military organization in which a willingness to confront danger and perform selflessly often is the product of a shared commitment to the ethos or culture of the service. ’ In Dawson and Downey we can clearly see this as an important, if not the most important working characteristic of the Marines. JoAnne Galloway (Demi Moore) describes the Marine Corps at Guantanamo as ‘fanatical’ and as we learn of their unerring adherence to “the Code”, its mantra “Unit, Corps, God, Country”, its foundation in honor and which does not permit the individual to think of himself before his fellow Marines, we are left with little doubt that this is true. Kaffee struggles to comprehend such resolute single-mindedness as he attempts to persuade Dawson to accept the prosecutor’s offer of six months in jail if they plead guilty. Dawson refuses to do so, responding, ‘We joined the Marines because we wanted to live our lives by a certain code, and we found it in the Corps. Now you’re asking us to sign a piece of paper that says we have no honor. You’re asking us to say we’re not Marines.’ The men are, essentially, prepared to sacrifice their lives, rather than compromise their honor and integrity by admitting to the accusations they are on trial for. The sense of culture and mission can also be seen in the real-life recruitment techniques of the Marines, whose advertising slogans, including, ‘The Few. The Proud. The Marines’ and ‘Honor, Courage and Commitment’ , place emphasis on collective, elite nature of the organization.

We cannot look at A Few Good Men without discussion of the subject of “turf”. “Turf” is the ability an organization or individual has to behave autonomously of outside interference and is the asset which Jessep clearly prizes above all others. He sees himself as having risen through the military ranks to an untouchable level. Operators and managers are said to be prepared to sacrifice more tangible rewards in the workplace in return for autonomy throughout the film Jessep can be seen to embody this theory: ‘I can deal with the bullets, the bombs and the blood. I don’t want money and I don’t want medals’, he just wants to ‘run my unit as I run my unit’ . He is violently insulted that he should be forced to answer for his actions and that an external body should believe it has the authority to interfere with his job and his right to make the decisions that govern his base. When on the witness stand he reveals that he did indeed order the Code Red, it is out of this arrogant sense of self and belief that he is beyond the scope of accountability.

Nietzsche wrote, ‘Whoever fights monsters must see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.’ Ha, quoting Nietzche, what a joke. As if I've read this! Actually found it quoted in some trashy novel I read and thought it sounded approriate While the overall structural organization of the bureaucracy and the division of powers is meant to restrict individual autonomy and limit the possibility of this occurring, this system as failed the Marine Company portrayed in A Few Good Men. Jessep sees himself as responsible to no-one, free to command his ‘unit’ in as despotic and autocratic a manner as he sees fit, and the death of a young Marine was the result. The deeply ingrained sense of culture and subordination of the individual to the collective within the Marines prevents any opportunity to question the orders of their superiors. Jessep is more complicated than the quintessential cinematic villain; he repeatedly forces us to ask questions of the standards we expect from the military. Should the Marines be held to different standards in return for the sense of security they provide us with? Men like Jessep make unpleasant decisions every day, and we expect them to do so, so who are we to question their discretion? The answer Sorkin and Reiner provide us with is that, as Marines, we charge these men with the protection of humanity; the tools of accountability and limitations on autonomy are in place so that they do not lose their own sense of what that means.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Fall

So yesterday at 9.30am, after a mere four hours kip, I roll myself out of bed and drag myself out into the chilly but beautifully clear D.C. morning and sluggishly crawl my way towards Dupont Circle to watch the Arsenal/Spurs game. On my way, despite the fog enveloping my sleep-deprived mind, I notice quite how charming the "fall", as tis called over here, really is. As you can see, the colours are really incredible.



This is an, umm, house in Georgetown. For those amonsgst you who are uninformed as to the true extent of the lavish wealth on display in Georgetown, compared to most of 'em, this is a small and somewhat muted residence.



Another picture, but more picturesque this time, of the great American phallus.



This one is of the Jefferson memorial which I finally got round to seeing yesterday. Someone who's paid more attention in class than me (not difficult I know) will, I'm sure be able to tell you why Jefferson was so deserving of such a mammoth monument.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Looooooooser

One of the perks of going to school in the political hub of the Western World is that the place attracts somewhat more than its fair share of high profile political figures. Look who came to speak in Gaston Hall today:



John Kerry i.e. the guy that the majority of American voters believe is less capable of leading their country than this joker:


Oh dear. Did I accidentally put a picture of a monkey in place of one of George W. Bush, with the inference being that said President has little more value in the White House than a chimp? Guffaw. Guffaw. Guffaw. Am I original or what? That being said, you try a google image search for "chimp" and see how many results you get that include him. Also, why not try searching for Bush and see how many monkey pictures you get.

Anyway JK, who lives just down the road on O St. was here to talk about American foreign policy and the American exit strategy for Iraq. He didn't really have anything desperately insteresting to say but he seemed intelligent, coherent and genuine. Maybe that's why they didn't vote for him.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Georgetown.

I've realised that despite being here for a couple of months, I have yet to show anyone any pictures of the University itself. It's an impressive looking campus with about as much history as the entire country. Sure beats the crap outta Sussex at least - oh yeah, and Sheffield as well.



Healy Hall. No idea what this building is actually for but it's quite impressive doncha reckon?



As you can see, the campus is quite green, although this was taken back when it was still sunny which it really isn't at the moment. The weather here is very confusing. Two weeks ago I was complaining that it was far too hot and then I come back from Pittsuburgh and it's Winter all of a sudden. Weird.



The "Multi Sports Facility" or "American Football pitch". This is where the Hoyas routinely get stuffed by many other bigger, faster, better teams. It is a somewhat tedious game so who really cares. I'll give you an explanation of what a "Hoya" is another time.



The Dahlgren Chapel and fountain in the square behind Healy Hall. The school is run by the Jesuits and apparently this is their doing. I'm not sure what a Jesuit is. I think they're like gremlins but nicer.



A random one this. I leant my camera to a girl called Elle, told her to go out and take me some photos and this is what she came up with: a gang of sailors waiting for a bus. Add your own amusing caption here.

New York, New York



Although it was weeks ago that I was in NY, I thought I should post a couple of pics from my oh so brief, drunken jaunt in the apple. This one is a view from Central Park.



And this one is the John Lennon memorial mosaic in an area of Central Park called Strawberry Fields.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Vodka Pong



This one takes some explaining. "Vodka Pong" is Katie's up-the-stakes adaptation of an American College drinking game known as Beer Pong or "Beirut". Two teams stand at either end of a table and attempt to throw a table-tennis ball into one of the opposition's goals, a triangle of cups with a small amount beer in each one. If successful the other team has to drink the contents of that cup. As drinking games go it's kinda shit, especially if you're a distinctly cack-handed basketball-player like me. If that's the case, instead of being a crrrrrazy rapid route to drunkenness it becomes a somewhat tedious trip towards sobriety. Appreciating this, and also looking to prove to the Yanks what a hardcore boozer she is, Katie thought the thing to do was substitute piss-weak American lager for something slightly stronger. Muuuuuch better.....

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

It's been a while.....

Oh dear. My vision is blurry, I have an artificially inflated sense of self-esteem and the sun is still shining outside. Oh yeah, and for every three letters I type I have to delete two. Diagnosis: daytime drinking.

In my defence, I only went to the Lucky Bar to watch the Arsenal but (tragically) they have a $10 (which essentially means three pints) minimum spend policy. What is a man to do?

You see, my Tuesday afternoon off this week happily coincided with the Champions League games, so instead of diligently confining myself to the library for an extended study period - I have two mid-term exams next week - I toddled my way off to Dupont Circle and took refuge amongst D.C.'s expats Irish, English, German and Italian. And very glad I am that I did, as I watched a very solid win for my boys (reassuring after losing to West-bloody-Brom on Saturday) but one that only served to highlight quite how dependent we are on Henry. Pleeeeeeeease don't go to Madrid Thierry.

And in other news.......

Okay, so I haven't written much in a while and maybe the photos don't say as much as I thought they did. Here's a quick and distinctly haphazard run-down of recent events this side of the pond.

A few weeks ago I skipped my Thursday afternoon class and zoooooomed up to New York on the Greyhound where I met up with Ed and Kit for the evening. Proceeded to get nicely sozzled, kipped on the floor of their hostel, woke up with an horrific hangover and went and sat with the boys in Central Park to recover. Pictures to come.

Studying obscenely hard. Before any of you had even picked up a pen I had taken two mid-term exams. Still haven't got my U.S. Foreign Policy result back but snatched an 85 for Bureaucratic Politics (not as good as it sounds, they actually mark out of 100 here - I know someone who scored 100.5%. WTF?). Is that subject as dull as you think it is? Umm, yes.

As you may have read, I was up in Pittsburgh the weekend before last to stay with Chris. I was pleasantly surprised. With Pittsburgh being a steel town I had expected it to be an American equivalent of the grim grey-ness that is Sheffield. Actually it's much nicer and much greener. Although it does only have three taxis running an any given time which meant I speant the first two hours of my stay in the city waiting at the damn bus terminal. It was a fun weekend. UPitt students seem to be much less uptight than those of GU and don't all seem to think the sun shines out of their........ dad's wallets.

Last week was fairly quiet. The baseball playoffs have begun and I am a fan of this game so I've watched many a match from the comfort of my dorm lounge (not actually all that comfortable). During one of the infinite number of commercial interludes there was an advert that began "Tim Kaine opposes the death penalty. Even in extreme cases." An ad for the upcoming gubernatorial contest, my initial (and very naive) thought was that this Tim Kaine fella sounded like my kinda guy. Except this was not meant as promotion for the Democrat candidate but for his Republican opponent Jerry-"fry 'em, don't try 'em"-Kilgore. This my first real look at the use of negative advertising in US politics and i was not impressed. I'm not inclined to launch into a big ol' anti-death penalty rant but I fail to comprehend the meaning behind "an extreme case". Surely any murder trial is fairly extreme? Who's to say that one murder is worse than any other? Secondly, I struggle to understand a political system that could be simplified to such an extent that people will vote for (or against) one guy or another purely based on his policy on a single issue. The U.S. political system seems to me to be in a bit of a mess but are Americans really that dumb? Mebbe - mebbe not. Anyway, enough of that. Moving on....

Speaking of murders and other nasty things I saw today int he paper that D.C. has just announced its lowest murder figures for 40 years. That should prove reassuring to all of you who may or may not be aware that Washington used to be the gun-death capital of America. On a less positive note, last weekend saw a number of shootings in the NW quadrant of the city. And this is sposed to be the nice bit. I think i might stop walking around late at night with my headphones in.

I went to my first gig in D.C. last week. I've been suffering from live music withdrawal and had missed a few that I wanted to get to so I took a gamble on Anna Nalick at the 9:30 Club.
It was a lorra fun although musically good rather than great. She had laryngitis so performed an acoustic rather than rock set which I think was probably nicer than it would have been. She chatted a lot to the crowd, reprimanding an older couple for "making out" and making everyone sing Happy Birthday to one of the audience.

Umm, what else? I wrote the one essay I have for this term at the weekend: A two-thousand word-er examining the representations of bureaucratic theory in A Few Good Men. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn.

Okay, I'm done. I have a camera cable of my own now, so I'll throw some more pictures up soon.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Rock 'n' Roll



I'm not sure if it really comes across how cool this is but it's a picture of a Don't Walk sign (i.e. a hand) with the middle two fingers covered in black tape so the general impression is of the "rock 'n' roll" hand gesture. Taken near notorious New York club CBGBs in Greenwich Village.

Capitol Building



Where they lock up all the country's national politicians to keep them away fromt he real people. I'm sure I should know more about it but, well, I don't. Like most things wealthy and powerful in the U.S., it is very very big and very very white.

The United States Supreme Court.



Impressive huh? This is the highest of high courts in the land, where nine justices sit and "interpret" the constitution. Can be held somewhat responsible for W. being President. The motto at the top reads: Equal Justice Under Law.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Taaaaaaaaake me out to the ball game......



American rounders is really all this game is but I am, it has to be said, quite fond of it. This was taken at RFK stadium at the start of the game between the Washington Nationals and the New York Mets. Although fairly new to this game, as far as my understanding of it goes, the Nats' problem was that they couldn't hit the ball as hard or throw it as fast as most of the other teams. Bit like the Aussies really.

Who says Pittsburgh's the Pitts?



An interesting evening it has to be said. Gotta love the Spice Cafe, Pittsburgh. It's not often that I get song dedicated to me (/us) but this evening, the marvellous reggae act Wisdom gave me and Chris a fine shout-out before going on to play a magical rendition of UB40'S "Red Red Wine". Lovin' it.

Saturday, October 08, 2005



Looking, umm, East, I believe, from Arlington National Cemetery. At the end of that big ol' road is the Lincoln Memorial, the pointy thing is the Washington Monument and if look really really closely you can see the Capitol building in the distance.


Classic D.C. image this un. The reflecting pool in front of the Lincoln memorial with the Washington monument reflected in it. Bit of a cloudy day unfortunately but there haven't been many.

Ducks!



Cute little quackers in front of the Lincoln memorial. Nuff said.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Katrina and the Waves (of charitable donations)

Okay, so I should be ashamed of myself for submitting to the temptation to make such an obviously god-awful pun BUT... I do have a point.

Everywhere I go, especially on the Georgetown campus it seems, I'm getting some good-doer, guilt-trippingly trying to part me from the few dollars in my already very slim wallet.

Example #1. As I am buying a cup of tea.....

Coffee Shop Person, pointing at a small container of notes and change: "For every dollar you donate The Corp (American equivalent of the SU) will donate two."
Me: "Oh right. Umm. Okay. Where's the milk?" (Shuffles away, looking at my shoes, feeling every bit the tight, miserly bastard that the glare she is giving me indicates that she thinks I am.)

Example #2. As I am walking back to my room from class.

Typically preppy Georgetown girl, smiling gormlessly: Would you like to buy some beads for the victims of Hurricane Katrina?
Me: No.

Her stare practically burns burns through my back as I continue on and she presumably imagines me to have no soul, a heart of stone and to probably be a combination of Pol Pot, Scrooge and Lucifer himself.

There are numerous other instances of this type of event. There's always some sap sat out in the square trying to sell t-shirts or baseball tickets or brownies with half the proceeds apparently going to the Red Cross or some such organization.

Now, while you may suspect otherwise, it's not that I am the evil creature that these people whose advances I reject out of hand believe me to be. I have every sympathy for anyone caught up in this horrific disaster I really do. It must be horrific to have lost, not just everything you own, but relatives and friends as well.

However, America is supposed to be the wealthiest, most advanced country in the world and if George Bush and his evil crony bastards can source the millions/billions/trillions of dollars to invade any country it feels like on a whim, killing 2000+ American citizens and countless numbers of "liberated" Iraqis along the way, they sure as hell better be able to stump up the cash to look after the people of New Orleans and put their city back to together. Why should it be the responsibility of the American citizen to provide the cash out of his/her own pocket?

Having said that, I would be a fool to ignore the fact that Congress has indeed come up with many billions of $$$$$$$ for the relief effort. Is it enough? I have no idea. What does a city cost these days?

I'm not quite sure what the problem is. It may well come back to the historical American fear and mistrust of big, centralized rule (which itself, if my historical understanding is even close to accurate, stems from the dislike that they have of being governed by a powerful distant ruler and hence was partly why they kicked us Brits out in seventeen-seventy-something and can also be blamed for the Civil Way of eighteen-sixty-something), that don't have much faith in the Federal Government's ability to sort things out and believe that the funds will be lost/slowed down by the buraucratic process and the people that need it won't actually get it. Legitimate concern I spose. Giving to a recognized charitable organization I guess bypasses this.

Alternatively it could be that there is an inherent good spirit in the hearts of Americans and they have a need to feel like they're actually doing something tanglible and good themselves.

While this is very nice to see it still seems somewhat difficult to overcome the fact that it takes a big event like this to stimulate a one-off generosity in the people but when it comes to consistent backing of a social welfare system, the wealthy American elite are remarkably disinclined to support it. Higher taxes to fund social security, unemployment programs, healthcare? You've got to be kidding right? Why should they share their hard-earned wages with the useless, lazy, lower echelons of society?

I dunno, maybe I just resent being seen as an embodiment of evil but there are some things that just don't seem to fit. Poverty exists in America whether there's been a natural disaster or not. Giving to charity is not a long-term way of addressing the imbalance, even if it's a short-term way of addressing your guilt.

Kinda Funny

Just received this one in two separate emails so thought it deserved pride of blog's place:

George Bush was asked at a press conference if
he had an opinion on Roe Vs Wade. He responded
that he didn't care either way how people
left New Orleans.

For those of you unfamiliar with Roe vs Wade.... Google it.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Latest article

Once again I've gotten eloquent articulations into The Hoya's entertainment section. This week it's a review of an album that was released way back in June but they all count right. Click Redwalls Review for the review of the Redwalls.

Monday, September 19, 2005

The Pub

I miss The Pub. In an abstract sense you understand, as opposed to any particular drinking hole.

I've been in America for a month as of tomorrow and I have yet to fully acclimatize to the social side of life at an American university. It's a Monday evening, early on in the term and I am at a complete loss as to how to fill my time. Ordinarily, back in good old Brighty the pub, with it's pool table, quiz machine, Guinness Extra Cold and delightfully moronic banter with the boys, would provide the perfect solution to such a problem. The library, its "quiet please" study room and Midnight-sodding-Mug coffee lounge, would not.

Before coming to Georgetown I did not envisage spending my nights in an IT lab watching downloaded episodes of last week's Neighbours but that, tragic as it sounds is what I'm doing. The alternative, which is to sit in my room and battle my way through Doris Graber's Mass Media and American Politics is even less appealing.

Weekend activities are, for the most part, equally as tedious. Largely involving treks around campus residences in the futile search for a house party worthy of note we occasionally step inside someone's house, accept a generously given red plastic cup (just like in the movies) of piss-weak lager and endure the drunken rantings (1/2 a shandy) of some preppy rich kid, embracing the novelty that we Brits provide.

I guess it's an age thing. In real terms I am typically only a year or so older than most of them but my drinking age is many times more than that. For me, drinking is a pleasurable activity in itself and not, as the majority of the kids here see it, as merely the vehicle to drunkenness. There is no room for the aforementioned drunken ramblings, inane wit and mutual ridicule; those things it seems, are left in the pub.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Published!

Okay, so I haven't been as prolific at this blogging business as I had planned to be. Unfortunately my time seems to be taken up, far more than I would like, with matters of the academic variety.

I have, however, found time to begin writing for Georgetown's venerated publication The Hoya (which I previously slagged off on this very page) and last week a dream was realised (yeah right!) when my name appeared in lights (well, in print) in its entertainment section.

The cynical amongst you will doubtless take the position that my involvement is little more than a sneaky ploy to get my hands on free CDs and gig tickets.... I'm inclined to decline to comment o that one.

Anyway some kind sould has seen fit to publish my article online so click here to read my words of wisdom.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Work Hard, Play Hard, But Play By The Rules

I am compelled to draw your attention to a recent feature in The Hoya - Georgetown's wannabe New York Times.

A 'How To' Guide For The Georgetown Social Scene.

These kids sure know how to have fun.....

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Welcome to my blog...

The first, I hope, of many posts detailing my year - or at least until I violate the conditions of my visa and get deported - at Georgetown University in Washington D.C. The sad truth is that the busier I am, and the more I do, the less I will write. If you catch me updating more than twice a week (even that seems a bit excessive) it means I will have been spending far too much time in front of this screen - you might wanna nudge me in the direction of some real human beings.

Hopefully it will be a vaguely amusing, irreverent take on all things Yank so if you think for a second that I'm becoming any less cynical and sarcastic, as you all know I am, I expect to be swiftly reprimanded via the reply function underneath.

Apparently a picture speaks a thousand words, and is a fuck of a lot quicker to write, so I will endeavour to take as many photos as possible and whack 'em on the blog. I have a nice one of some ducks in the reflecting pool in front of the Lincoln Memorial that I took yesterday...... *yawn*.