Journal @ the Eucalyptus Tree

on towards a new decade

December 28th, 2009

the end of ‘09 marks both the end of the year and the end of the first decade of the 2000s. rather than reflect on all that has happened thus far, this is what i would like to see in the coming decade:

- a real commitment to alternative energy and cleaner, more efficient ways to burn fossil fuels, which reduces our dependence not only on foreign oil, but on oil altogether

- a focus on water conservation, environmentally sustainable agriculture and logging, and reclamation of land that has fallen victim to desertification. it’s going to be expensive, but sooner or later, we’re going to have to face up to these problems. the next great struggle isn’t going to be over oil but over water.

- greater transparency in our government and on wall street. i work for the government, so does that mean i trust it? hell no! if i am going to die for my country, it damn well better be for the right reasons. and if my taxpayer dollars are going to taken from my paycheck, it damn well better be for something truly important — not to bail out some corrupt corporation that is so inept it can’t survive on its own. fuck that corporation! let it die and let it be replaced by one that knows what the hell its doing.

- sustainable spending habits. people are finally starting to save instead of living well outside their means and living on borrowed credit. hallelujah! now it’s time for our government to follow suit. if frivolous spending habits are what caused the recession, then in what way does it possibly make sense that the government — already at a $12 trillion deficit — can solve the problem by spending even more?!

- parents actually having the chutzpah to do the right thing!!! this sense of entitlement kids today feel has got to go. no one owes you anything. if you really want something, go out and make it happen. but with most kids spending more time in the virtual world than the real world, i’m not too optimistic…

- james takes delivery of his brand new challenger srt8, buys his first of many houses, and makes it out of afghanistan alive.

- james gets married. james has kids.

- james possibly starts working on a law degree, paying his way through school on the government’s dime, or on a stock portfolio which increases by an average of 30% (a little overly hopeful on the return perhaps, but one can dream…)

- victory

time to learn photosynthesis…

December 28th, 2009

vegans are so full of themselves

December 22, 2009
Basics
Sorry, Vegans: Brussels Sprouts Like to Live, Too
By NATALIE ANGIER

www.nytimes.com/2009/12/22/science/22angi.html

I stopped eating pork about eight years ago, after a scientist happened to mention that the animal whose teeth most closely resemble our own is the pig. Unable to shake the image of a perky little pig flashing me a brilliant George Clooney smile, I decided it was easier to forgo the Christmas ham. A couple of years later, I gave up on all mammalian meat, period. I still eat fish and poultry, however and pour eggnog in my coffee. My dietary decisions are arbitrary and inconsistent, and when friends ask why I’m willing to try the duck but not the lamb, I don’t have a good answer. Food choices are often like that: difficult to articulate yet strongly held. And lately, debates over food choices have flared with particular vehemence.

In his new book, “Eating Animals,” the novelist Jonathan Safran Foer describes his gradual transformation from omnivorous, oblivious slacker who “waffled among any number of diets” to “committed vegetarian.” Last month, Gary Steiner, a philosopher at Bucknell University, argued on the Op-Ed page of The New York Times that people should strive to be “strict ethical vegans” like himself, avoiding all products derived from animals, including wool and silk. Killing animals for human food and finery is nothing less than “outright murder,” he said, Isaac Bashevis Singer’s “eternal Treblinka.”

But before we cede the entire moral penthouse to “committed vegetarians” and “strong ethical vegans,” we might consider that plants no more aspire to being stir-fried in a wok than a hog aspires to being peppercorn-studded in my Christmas clay pot. This is not meant as a trite argument or a chuckled aside. Plants are lively and seek to keep it that way. The more that scientists learn about the complexity of plants — their keen sensitivity to the environment, the speed with which they react to changes in the environment, and the extraordinary number of tricks that plants will rally to fight off attackers and solicit help from afar — the more impressed researchers become, and the less easily we can dismiss plants as so much fiberfill backdrop, passive sunlight collectors on which deer, antelope and vegans can conveniently graze. It’s time for a green revolution, a reseeding of our stubborn animal minds.

When plant biologists speak of their subjects, they use active verbs and vivid images. Plants “forage” for resources like light and soil nutrients and “anticipate” rough spots and opportunities. By analyzing the ratio of red light and far red light falling on their leaves, for example, they can sense the presence of other chlorophyllated competitors nearby and try to grow the other way. Their roots ride the underground “rhizosphere” and engage in cross-cultural and microbial trade.

“Plants are not static or silly,” said Monika Hilker of the Institute of Biology at the Free University of Berlin. “They respond to tactile cues, they recognize different wavelengths of light, they listen to chemical signals, they can even talk” through chemical signals. Touch, sight, hearing, speech. “These are sensory modalities and abilities we normally think of as only being in animals,” Dr. Hilker said.

Plants can’t run away from a threat but they can stand their ground. “They are very good at avoiding getting eaten,” said Linda Walling of the University of California, Riverside. “It’s an unusual situation where insects can overcome those defenses.” At the smallest nip to its leaves, specialized cells on the plant’s surface release chemicals to irritate the predator or sticky goo to entrap it. Genes in the plant’s DNA are activated to wage systemwide chemical warfare, the plant’s version of an immune response. We need terpenes, alkaloids, phenolics — let’s move.

“I’m amazed at how fast some of these things happen,” said Consuelo M. De Moraes of Pennsylvania State University. Dr. De Moraes and her colleagues did labeling experiments to clock a plant’s systemic response time and found that, in less than 20 minutes from the moment the caterpillar had begun feeding on its leaves, the plant had plucked carbon from the air and forged defensive compounds from scratch.

Just because we humans can’t hear them doesn’t mean plants don’t howl. Some of the compounds that plants generate in response to insect mastication — their feedback, you might say — are volatile chemicals that serve as cries for help. Such airborne alarm calls have been shown to attract both large predatory insects like dragon flies, which delight in caterpillar meat, and tiny parasitic insects, which can infect a caterpillar and destroy it from within.

Enemies of the plant’s enemies are not the only ones to tune into the emergency broadcast. “Some of these cues, some of these volatiles that are released when a focal plant is damaged,” said Richard Karban of the University of California, Davis, “cause other plants of the same species, or even of another species, to likewise become more resistant to herbivores.”

Yes, it’s best to nip trouble in the bud.

Dr. Hilker and her colleagues, as well as other research teams, have found that certain plants can sense when insect eggs have been deposited on their leaves and will act immediately to rid themselves of the incubating menace. They may sprout carpets of tumorlike neoplasms to knock the eggs off, or secrete ovicides to kill them, or sound the S O S. Reporting in The Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, Dr. Hilker and her coworkers determined that when a female cabbage butterfly lays her eggs on a brussels sprout plant and attaches her treasures to the leaves with tiny dabs of glue, the vigilant vegetable detects the presence of a simple additive in the glue, benzyl cyanide. Cued by the additive, the plant swiftly alters the chemistry of its leaf surface to beckon female parasitic wasps. Spying the anchored bounty, the female wasps in turn inject their eggs inside, the gestating wasps feed on the gestating butterflies, and the plant’s problem is solved.

Here’s the lurid Edgar Allan Poetry of it: that benzyl cyanide tip-off had been donated to the female butterfly by the male during mating. “It’s an anti-aphrodisiac pheromone, so that the female wouldn’t mate anymore,” Dr. Hilker said. “The male is trying to ensure his paternity, but he ends up endangering his own offspring.”

Plants eavesdrop on one another benignly and malignly. As they described in Science and other journals, Dr. De Moraes and her colleagues have discovered that seedlings of the dodder plant, a parasitic weed related to morning glory, can detect volatile chemicals released by potential host plants like the tomato. The young dodder then grows inexorably toward the host, until it can encircle the victim’s stem and begin sucking the life phloem right out of it. The parasite can even distinguish between the scents of healthier and weaker tomato plants and then head for the hale one.

“Even if you have quite a bit of knowledge about plants,” Dr. De Moraes said, “it’s still surprising to see how sophisticated they can be.”

It’s a small daily tragedy that we animals must kill to stay alive. Plants are the ethical autotrophs here, the ones that wrest their meals from the sun. Don’t expect them to boast: they’re too busy fighting to survive.

that being said, i’m a big proponent of ethical eating, or more generally, ethical consumption. it’s important to treat all life with reverence and to act in ways such that life flourishes. life really is the most precious resource, and it’s the one thing that once taken can never be given back.

i really do believe that the way in which you act towards life will come back to you — a cosmic karma, if you will. every living thing has the right to seek its own survival, sometimes at the expense of another living thing. so that doesn’t mean don’t eat meat, necessarily. it just means don’t kill wantonly, and perform the act as humanely as possible. i really do believe that the suffering and bad energy it creates — and the toxins the animal releases into its bloodstream under great duress — will come back to you, but if you treat life with respect, it contributes to a healthy state of mind and physical state of being.

christmas time

December 27th, 2009


james & miwa outside the seoul hilton hotel

christmas dinner

December 26th, 2009

well, another christmas away from home. it was pretty relaxed. spent christmas eve at the commander’s place, and then went to seoul to see miwa on christmas day. she made a nice christmas dinner for me and her friend doo hee.

courtesy of doo hee’s phone:

merry christmas!

December 25th, 2009

즐거운 크리쓰마쓰! / malagayang pasco! / ¡feliz navidad! / merry christmas from koalayummeee!

the silent war

December 19th, 2009

has it only been a year-and-a-half? a year-and-a-half has been simultaneously three weeks and three years, and eight months has been like a lifetime… i’ve lived and died so many times, i don’t even know which life i’m on anymore.

i still have the dreams — both the beautiful ones and the nightmares. sometimes i still curl up and shake uncontrollably. my brain chemistry all fucked up, my emotions all out of whack. i think i have ptsd.

some wars you fight on the soil of a faraway land, and some wars you fight in the privacy of your own mind. and those wars — the ones waged in silence — are the worst, because no one can even help you because no one knows, and even if they did, they wouldn’t know how. the only thing tangible is the way you wither away from inside.

some sights, some sounds, some smells and touches, some memories you can never forget.

on politics and religion

December 15th, 2009

religious leaders appealing to religious teachings to encourage a religious constituency to do the right thing isn’t blasphemous; it’s a textbook example of knowing your audience. that it has to do with politics is no more a violation of the separation between church and state or an assault on the christian faith than what jesus himself said in the bible: “give to caesar what is caesar’s and to god what is god’s.” in fact, it’s practically the same message.

what irks me is that the mere mention of jesus’ name instantly supercharges any conversation. it shouldn’t be that way. credit that to people who throw out jesus’ name for their own ends; it seems to me a true christian would never invoke jesus’ name for the sake of personal gain, only for the sake of god and god’s ends — which is to say in the promotion of love and righteousness. encouraging people to obey laws hardly seems to go against what jesus himself said.

Group’s Census promo called ‘blasphemous’

A Hispanic group promotes full participation in next year’s Census with an ad campaign built around the story of Christmas.

By Haya El Nasser, USA TODAY

A push to spread the gospel about the 2010 Census this Christmas is stoking controversy with a campaign that links the government count to events surrounding the birth of Jesus.

The National Association of Latino Elected Officials is leading the distribution to churches and clergy of thousands of posters that depict the arrival of Joseph and a pregnant Mary in Bethlehem more than 2,000 years ago. As chronicled in the Gospel of Luke, Joseph returned to be counted in a Roman census, but he and Mary found no room at an inn, and Jesus was born in a manger.

“This is how Jesus was born,” the poster states. “Joseph and Mary participated in the Census.”

Most of the posters are in Spanish and target Latino evangelicals, says Jose Cruz, senior director of civic engagement at the Latino association, which launched its Ya Es Hora (It’s Time) campaign in 2006 to promote voter registration among Latinos.

It is promoting the Census, used to help allocate $400 billion a year in federal dollars, redraw state and local political districts and determine the number of seats each state gets in Congress.

“Our challenge is a full Latino count,” says Cruz, who designed the poster. For people who fear government — especially those here illegally — the plea to fill out the Census has to come from someone they trust, he says. “There is no more trusted voice in our community than faith-based leaders.”

The campaign may counter efforts by one Latino evangelical group to get Hispanics to boycott the Census unless Congress changes immigration laws.

The Rev. Miguel Rivera, chairman of the National Coalition of Latino Clergy and Christian Leaders, says invoking the name of Jesus to promote the 2010 Census is “blasphemous” and “violates the concept of separation of church and state.” Using the name of Jesus for “a political and secular intention, it is definitely an assault against our Christian faith,” Rivera says.

Government did not pay or play a role in creating the posters, says Nick Kimball, spokesman at the Commerce Department, which oversees the Census Bureau. “We work with people from all walks of life to get an accurate count but do not provide funding,” he says. Most mainstream Latino groups do not support a Census boycott.

Tying the Census to the Christmas story strengthens the message, Cruz says, because “Mary and Joseph, who were both God-fearing, decided they needed to participate.”

“결혼해 주세요”

December 10th, 2009

“결혼해 주세요.”
“네.”
“cool.”

well, the topic of marriage seems to be rearing its head everywhere these days… jenny and will are getting married; now that jeff is getting deployed to afghanistan, he and his girlfriend in taiwan are rushing to get married before he leaves; v says he’s ready to settle down with his girl…

and then there is james. marriage… is a big and scary subject, for many reasons. the biggest reason is that if i make a promise, i make that promise forever. for me, forever means forever — not ’til i find someone younger and prettier than you, not ’til i get sick and tired of your annoying quirks and you start to drive me crazy, but forever.

it’s unfortunate that the divorce rate is over fifty percent these days, and in the military, with the strain of multiple deployments, it’s around sixty. it’s also unfortunate that some people at least partially blame this on homosexual partnerships, which “destroy the sanctity of marriage.” the problem with marriage these days isn’t that homosexuals are corrupting its sanctity; the problem is that heterosexual men and women rush into things and make promises they either don’t truly understand or they don’t truly mean. ie, they get married with the mindset that they truly love the other person, when they really don’t and only think they do, or they get married with the mindset that if it doesn’t work out, they can always get a divorce anyways. people set themselves up for failure.

anyone who has ever been around a successful marriage knows that for the union to remain strong and intact, it takes work! it requires total commitment to the other person, the intestinal fortitude to swallow one’s pride and make the difficult sacrifice, and the integrity to truly live up to one’s word when things get tough and there is nothing you would like to do more than run away and leave the mess behind. but instead, people lack the balls to own up to their promises and bail on the relationship, because that’s the easier thing to do. it’s easier to blame the other person, or to cut and run. it’s difficult to forgive.

now granted, there are situations where one partner does irreparable harm to the marriage, and there is no point in continuing on together — such as cases of abuse and repeated infidelities. it takes two to tango after all, and you can’t make a person keep on dancing unless he or she chooses to. but by and large, the majority of failed marriages are the result of people making poor/hasty decisions for the wrong reasons, with unrealistic expectations for the relationship going forward or counting on changes in the other person they have no right to expect will come, and without truly willing to commit to their own promises of “in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, ’til death do us apart.”

and the other thing: you need to keep the romance, man! you need to keep fanning the flames! you need to stay young at heart, even while maturing together and gaining a deeper understanding of each other. you have to keep falling in love again. kisses, flowers, long walks on the beach, dinner dates on the town, crazy passionate sex, and the confidence that you are the best and no one else can rock his or her world like you can — the swagger if you will. and free time apart from each other to do your own things. all of it easier said than done, of course. no one truly knows how another person will change and grow over time, but if you don’t have a pretty damn good idea, then you have no business asking the question.

finally, if nothing else, don’t be tiger woods.

shabu shabu, 12-4-09

December 5th, 2009

so i met miwa after work in hangdang, where we sat down to a delicious meal of shabu shabu and lots of silliness, as always. miwa is so terrible though! we were walking to the train, and this hajima was selling puppies. they were so cute! well, miwa convinced me that they were for food. i was soooooo upset! turns out she was lying and was just trying to provoke me. i nearly flipped out. not cool!

simhaksan

November 27th, 2009

puja, korea, 27 november 2009

so unfortunately, we were working friday over the four-day thanksgiving weekend, because every time i have anything planned, @#$%ing 2ID or 210 Fires BDE comes up with some last minute tasking—in the case of last wednesday, it was division safety stand-down day. consequently, thanksgiving consisted of serving lunch to the joes in my dress blues at the chow hall, followed by dinner at the commander’s house, and finally a blitz back to camp casey to get some sleep before 0430 wakeup the next day.

by 0600 we were on the road to scout out some sites around korea, which generally means within shooting range of the DMZ, along north korea air avenues of approach. we hit our sites without too much trouble, except for one road which was mislabeled on the map and sent us on a two-hour long detour.

the cool part was taking a break and stopping to get some lunch in paju book city, a pretty artsy-looking area north of the han river that runs through seoul. we drove up to simhaksan, which holds a buddhist temple complete with a giant statue of buddha. alas, our fearless driver missed a turn on the return trip, which brought us directly to the DMZ near warrior base, where we do our grenade ranges, and in the general vicinity of panmunjom, the village just south of the 38th parallel where truce negotiations were held to end the korean war. so we kind of took the scenic route, but we made it back, which is all that matters.

also, don’t let sgt epps take photos. he’s a good soldier; a good photographer? not so much. ::james shakes his head::