Monday, January 27, 2020

kobe

EDIT: And just for fun, here's a corrective to my use below of the term "complicated." https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/m7qbqx/kobe-bryant-was-no-more-complicated-than-anyone-else. What he said.

The original post (to be clear, I meant in terms of my position as a fan, not in terms of Kobe's character):

Kobe was never one of my favorite players. I was in high school when he and Shaq went on their historic tear through the league and I vastly preferred Shaq's exuberant dominance to Kobe's joyless drive. He always seemed to be trying too hard; that manufactured scowl he adopted later in his career verged on embarrassing. And god help anyone who tries to give themself a nickname, although to his credit he managed to make Black Mamba stick. But even though he might never have been the best player in the league -- Shaq and Tim Duncan were ahead of him early in his career and LeBron and KD late, Steve Nash probably should have won the MVP again the year that Kobe got his consolation one -- he was an undeniably giant presence, a superstar. And an undeniably great player.

A basketball writer I follow on Twitter posted today that one thing Kobe's death is making clear is that people who do not understand the emotional power of sports cannot understand why people are taking the death so hard. That's really true. SRB was trying to tease out of me the other day an explanation for why watching sports live is so important, and she concluded that it's because of the fact that watching live means a fan can share the emotional journey of the game or match with thousands or millions of other people, even if only virtually. That is certainly a big part of it, but there's more to it than that and I couldn't describe it to her in a way that landed. Sports fandom is ineffable, like fandom of any aesthetic pursuit. Why do people love ballet, or the theater, or going to watch their favorite musicians sing live? It's magical, that's why. Watching Kobe cook was, sometimes, magical.

It's especially hard to explain to someone who doesn't like sports why there's this outpouring for Kobe, who raped a 19-year-old in Colorado in 2003, when he was 24. The charges were dropped and he settled a civil suit with her out of court, but in the aftermath he said words to the effect of, "I genuinely thought we were having a consensual encounter, but after reading the court documents and speaking with her lawyers, I understand that it was non-consensual." Non-consensual sex is rape, Kobe raped her, QED.

In this sense Kobe's death and the way he's being memorialized are tied up with #MeToo and society's reckoning with the violence of patriarchy. Do we still get to enjoy public figures who have done terrible crimes? The default to canceling sometimes seems wrong, as it did with Aziz Ansari. I don't think there's a blanket answer. In Kobe's case, he spent the 15 years after the case ended outwardly doing everything he could to be a good husband and father, and of course being a basketball star. He paid the woman he raped some presumably large amount of money and admitted to what he did. As far as I know, it's the only time he was accused of such an act. He was a great basketball player, an inspiration to millions of people, an apparently genuine family man, and, judging by the tears of many NBA players as their games tipped off last night, a valued friend. And practically every time someone brought him up to me in the last 15 years, I said something about Colorado.

So I guess I conclude that any honest memorialization of Kobe's life has to include an acknowledgement that, along with all his accomplishments and good qualities, he raped someone. That it's okay to celebrate the former as long as the latter is not buried. Not breaking any ground there, I don't think. But the reflection is valuable for me as a guidepost in evaluating other public figures. How bad was the crime? That's part of it. We'll hopefully (for the sake of the woman involved) never know the details of Kobe's crime but it was pretty bad. Did the person admit what they did, accept responsibility? In Kobe's case, it seems like he did, or maybe kinda-did. Did the person seem to learn from the experience of committing the crime and to change their behavior accordingly? Seems like Kobe did, or at least was the kind of person who could: He once called a ref a "fucking fag" after being given a foul, and, in response to the outrage, apologized and started working with GLAAD and eventually scolding his own fans for using gay slurs.

I don't know. It's complicated. In any case my heart goes out to his wife and three surviving daughters, and the families of the other people killed.

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On a completely different note, I've been lucky enough to spend a lot more time than most people riding in helicopters. it's an incredibly cool way to get around. And the pilots and flight engineers at the company I worked for were extremely highly trained, experienced, and cautious professionals. Close to 50% of the flights I was supposed to take over the years were cancelled or cut off early because the pilots had such high standards for flying conditions, especially visibility. I read an eyewitness account of the Kobe crash that made it sound like it might have been caused by a combination of visibility (it was so foggy) and mechanical failure (it didn't sound right). So I'm grateful today for our pilots' hyper-cautiousness. 

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

fever

Worse than heartburn. Felt fine all day until I was on the way home from school. When I got home I lay down and when I woke up: 101. An hour or so later: 102.2. Now it's up to 102.6. SRB is ministering to me but this just sucks. Taking the day off tomorrow, hate to skip class. Emailed the professor to see if there was any way I could dial in.

Monday, January 20, 2020

heartburn

It's a drag. Had it pretty bad while lying in bed last night. No apparent cause: I didn't eat anything unusual or too much, hadn't drunk any alcohol. I had a low-grade fever and generally felt like crap, but that's never been linked to heartburn for me before. It's back this evening, after eating some very bready food that SRB brought home via an app that connects restaurants who have leftover food that they're about to throw out with people who want cheap food. It was pretty bad, but again, nothing out of the ordinary. Have I suddenly developed an aversion to, I don't know, white flour? I had two PB&J sandwiches for lunch with no problem, albeit on whole grain bread.

I've tried some baking soda dissolved in water and may give a bit more of that a go in a few minutes if things don't calm down. That eventually did the trick last night/early this morning.

Friday, January 17, 2020

measurement

I haven't updated my blogroll in a while. Blogroll, now there's an obsolete term. One that I've been reading the last year or so is From Poverty to Power, by Duncan Green at Oxfam. Recently he posted a list of the blog's ten most-read posts from 2019. A couple are really interesting. One, by the outgoing CEO of Oxfam, is about strategic planning. It includes this chart, which I just love:


Another, by the feminist development scholar Naila Kabeer,* is about the blindness of randomized controlled trials in development to human agency; in other words to why interventions that appear to work, work. An extremely relevant critique especially now that Duflo, Bannerjee, and Kremer have won the Nobel.

On that subject, we read a post from another blog for Social Diversity, Inequality, and Poverty class this week about the limitations of RCTs in development. I've always been skeptical of RCTs, even when I first became aware of J-PAL and Esther Duflo 7-8 years ago (thanks Caryn). They're expensive and have little independent ability to learn anything outside the very narrow context that they set out to study. The author of that blog points out (paraphrasing) that learning something through an RCT about incentivizing teachers to show up to class in rural Kenya is unlikely to tell you anything that you couldn't already intuit through theory about incentivizing teachers to show up in rural India. And in fact, it's crazy to expect an RCT to do that! They're only good at measuring internal validity (a good new term for me).

We're going to spend a lot of time this term learning about measurement, which is exciting. I spent 10 years doing super conventional development project M&E: log frames, PMPs, baseline surveys, etc. It'll be fun to learn about those things anew and then to learn what else is out there in terms of how to figure out whether policies and practices are having the intended effects.

*Who rules, by the way. 

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

academic publishing

Partway through the first week of term 2, and I've just returned the final library book I'd checked out for the papers I wrote for term 1. It's Hybrid Media Activism, by a scholar at the University of Cardiff named Emiliano Trere. I found it very helpful, in fact I built one of my papers around his understanding of the ways in which social movements use and are shaped by communication practices. His analysis is rich and insightful and the cases he presents -- not all of which I had time read -- are very interesting. It's the kind of book I'd just like to have on my shelf at home. But it's published by Routledge, so it costs 120 pounds, or $90 if I were buying it in the US. Riddle me that. Academic publishing is a scam.

Term 2 is looking promising. On Tuesday we started the "citizenship" part of my two-term class called Social Policy and Citizenship. Term 1 looked at different models of social and economic policy, planning, and development. This term will be spent using ideas of citizenship as a way to understand who has access to rights and entitlements in different places, especially now in the context of globalization. This morning was the first session of my one new class, NGOs and Social Transformation. Based on the readings and the first lecture and activity, seems that it will be everything I hoped and dreamed.

It's just after 5 PM now. In a few minutes I'll head into a workshop about some research on nationalizing the Sustainable Development Goals, hosted by the NGOST professor. He strongly encouraged us to come. I haven't attended as many of these extracurricular events as I should, so figured this would be a good one to start with. Doubt I will learn anything revelatory -- contextualizing SDGs is something I did professionally. But there's a networking drinks afterward, so maybe I'll get some interesting conversation out of it. SDR may join, as well, once she gets off work.

Unrelated update: I started lifting weights again on Monday. Easing back into it: I'm so sore today that I couldn't even finish warming up on squats and had to cut things short. But I've done nothing but run for more than two years and figured it'd be good to mix things up and give my body a different stimulus for a while. Planning to give it six weeks, see how much strength I can recover (I'm VERY weak compared to where I was a few years ago), and then shift my focus back to running. 

Thursday, January 09, 2020

a little royal curiosity

So big news in the UK today is that Prince Harry and Princess Meghan have decided to "step back from senior royal duties" and "work toward becoming financially independent." Generally speaking, I am indifferent to the royal family. They are an unfairly rich anachronism and a source of pride and an important symbol for many people here. Whatever. But I noticed a funny tendency on Twitter today: the men I follow who tweeted about the move shared the same sentiment, which I'll sum up as, "LOL as if royalty could ever even know what it means to be financially independent, this is dumb, who gives a shit." And the women I follow who tweeted about it shared the same sentiment, which I'll sum up as, "Yasss kween! This act of boundary setting is profoundly erotic to me!" 

As the day went on the reactions started to mix a little. But for a while there was a super stark gender divide. Kind of interesting.

Wednesday, January 08, 2020

ahmad jamal trio - poinciana


I have listened to one or another version of this song about 15 times today. Not sure why it slays me so.

Monday, January 06, 2020

two years

Today marks two years since Jack died. I'm in London, so the time to mark is 6:50 PM (1:50 PM Eastern time), although, because there weren't any witness that I know of, that's just an estimate. M, D, Linc, and I checked in this morning for about fifteen minutes, just going over what each of us was planning to do today. M seemed to be feeling the most fragile, she started to cry a couple of times during the call. She and D are going to Sugarloaf Mountain -- to scatter ashes? something we'd discussed, but they didn't say for sure -- and she's cooking dinner for a childhood friend of mine who just had a baby. Acorn squash, something Jack liked to eat. Linc is going for a hike. And I've reopened FB for the first time in nearly two years, to look first at what I wrote about Jack in the days after his death and then to look at his profile. Later today, we will talk again at greater length, focusing on things we loved about Jack and happy memories of him.

I opened Blogger for the first time in ages just now, as well, and of course it brought back a lot things I hadn't thought about in a while: dreams I had of him -- that's something we all had very intensively in the months after he died; reflections on trying to write about him; poetry that touched me. I'd been reading Faiz, whose poem "My Companion, My Friend" seems even more poignant now than it did at the time I first encountered it. Wonder why that is. Maybe I'll read it tonight. I should also go get the collection Klein gave me in 2018, Black Aperture, down off the shelf. It's poems about a guy who killed himself, by that guy's brother. Close to home.

Something I'll bring up again on the call, as well, if I remember, is the idea of writing a biography or at least oral history of Jack.

I'm feeling okay today. It doesn't seem like the most important anniversary to recognize: two years ago today I still had no idea he was dead, and wouldn't for several more days. Blissful ignorance. The tenth, early morning, is the moment I will never forget. And of course his birthday, to be commemorated as Word Games Day forevermore. But the exact timing of an anniversary like this is beside the point, the point is to set aside time and space to remember, and ponder, and feel. I have too much work to do before class starts next week to spend a whole day on that. But I'm doing it throughout the day and looking forward to tonight's call.