My cousin Steven is back with more thoughts on the pizza places in my neighborhood.I got this one in the e-mail this morning, and, once again, he’s given me the go-ahead to post away.Thanks cuz!
FRANCESCO’S, 531 Henry Street, between President and Sackett.
The pizza here is totally solid.The crust is sufficiently crispy, and supports a well-balanced sheet of cheese over nondescript but not at all poor sauce.Francesco’s is brightly but not florescent lit, and they have a beer and wine license.They also have a general Italian food counter, which is very popular. A good number of people— from the police to the teenager— ordered spaghetti with marinara and extra mozzarella and sides of broccoli and spinach.There’s a television in the corner by the drinks refrigerator that usually plays sports.A cheerful man buses the tables, too.When I sat down with my slice, he rushed over and put a wad of napkins by my plate.That was a nice touch.And if you don’t feel like throwing out that bottle of Snapple fruit punch when you’re done, he’ll gladly rush over just as you’ve stood up, thank you for coming, and discard of it himself.Believe it or not, Francesco’s might be the future of your typical neighborhood pizza place.
Consider the views of John Nagl, a former soldier, counter-insurgency enthusiast and sometime adviser to Petraeus and McChrystal. According to Nagl, ‘population security’ – the central element of McChrystal’s proposal – ‘is the first requirement of success in counter-insurgency, but it is not sufficient. Economic development, good governance and the provision of essential services, all occurring within a matrix of effective information operations, must all improve simultaneously and steadily over a long period of time if America’s determined insurgent enemies are to be defeated.’ The imperative, Nagl argues, is for the United States to wage a ‘“global counter-insurgency” campaign’ – in Pentagon parlance, GCOIN. Indeed, Nagl and other counter-insurgency enthusiasts believe that with Petraeus’s ‘surge’ having demonstrated the efficacy of FM 3-24 in Iraq, the US military has already embarked on such a global campaign. Afghanistan is merely the next step.
In giving McChrystal what he wants, Obama, whether wittingly or not, has signed on to this larger campaign. Bush’s policy of relying on American military prowess to ‘change the way they live’ is now Obama’s. Cui bono? For defence contractors, ‘counter-insurgency experts’ and the various institutions that make up the national security state, GCOIN – justified as necessary to prevent another 9/11, enforce the Carter Doctrine and uphold the Pax Americana – promises to be the gift that never stops giving. Perpetual war now looms as a real prospect, carrying with it abundant opportunities for exercising power, reaping profit and satisfying personal ambition. Lost along the way is the promise of ‘change’ that vaulted Barack Obama to the White House in the first place.*
Spencer Ackerman, who confuses the country we live in with the country we want to live in, still gets it exactly right in the end:
This is the fundamental error of Obama’s civil-liberties backsliding. The country, I’d conjecture, would tolerate a president saying: You know what? Now that my team has looked in detail at all of the Guantanamo cases, I see that the Bush administration fucked this up even worse than I thought. We’ve been holding people at Guantanamo on pretty flimsy evidence. Some of them may be bad people. Some of them may not be. Some of them are probably pretty pissed at the U.S. for detaining them unjustly. But I’m not going to continue to pervert the rule of law because Bush panicked, as most of us did, after 9/11. And I’m really not going to do that to cover up the initial error. Guess what, America: some of these men are innocent, even if they’re not angels. We have to deal with that. I wish it wasn’t the case, but it is.
But instead Obama took the coward’s way out. Which is no way “out,” only a way deeper into the morass.
I want to know how many of us who buy blue jeans have also bought poetry. I mean, if you buy blue jeans, I want to know how much money you have spent on both blue jeans and poetry.
This past year was not a particularly good year for me in terms of blue jeans. Although I would have liked to have had more blue jeans, I only bought one new pair from a discount store, and although they fit well, I did not particularly like the fitting but had to live with them anyway as my tolerance for trying on clothes and returning them is low. My other pair had slowly worn away in the butt area, as so many of my jeans do, my butt ultimately being too much butt for the cut of the jeans. Right below each butt cheek, a slow wearing away that will eventually thin enough to reveal skin.
In terms of poetry, however, this year was a particularly good year. I am a tenure-track professor of literature and creative writing. This means that I can buy many books related to research or teaching and have my purchases reimbursed by my department. It also means that I can assign poetry books that I would like to read in my classes and request free instructor’s copies, and I do. In terms of poetry, I have spent much money this year.