Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Eight Futures 3
Second, I wanted to say a few words about failed superpowers, meaning powers that sought to drive the interpolity agenda in the medium term, but fell short. The two leading examples are France from Louis XIV to Napoleon I, and Germany from 1890 to 1945. Both sought to drive the agenda of continental Europe by winning wars and planting puppets on foreign thrones, but both were opposed in the attempt to reach that status by Britain. The Spanish Armada made clear the only possible threat to Britain was from a power that commanded the continent to such an extent that it could afford to build a massive fleet. Hence, Britain opposed any attempt to command the continent, by diplomacy, by subsidizing allies, and, less frequently, by landing its own ground forces. (Yet even as clear-eyed a power as Britain fell into traps of memory and habit--as late as 90 years after Waterloo, a faction in Whitehall sought an alliance with Germany against France).
A power need not be a superpower to defeat another power's attempt to reach that status: Britain wasn't a superpower from 1588 to 1815, yet foiled France's attempts. Also, a power need not defeat all other powers, even other superpowers, in war to achieve that status: Britain was on the winning side of both world wars, but doing so spent its will and gave the USA and USSR a vacuum to fill. Yet a power most often becomes a superpower by defeating its rivals in war.
Concerning the future, many Americans worry about a US-China war, and for good reason, see above; but India is potentially as likely a source of global disorder and challenge to American hegemony. Will it be or not? More later.
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Thursday, March 22, 2007
Five Weird Habits
- When I'm done with the shower, after I turn the valve back to the spigot from the showerhead, I lift my foot into the flow of water draining from the spigot. My right foot to start, but I usually dip my left foot in, then go back to my right.
- Immediately after I step out of the shower, I open the bathroom door and let our puppy run in and lick my lower legs. He doesn't get my legs dry, but that isn't the point.
- My smartphone has RealPlayer and an adapter to play through the cassette deck on my car stereo, so yes, I frequently listen to Iron Maiden while driving to and from work. (Anyone know if A Matter of Life and Death is as good as the hype?)
- Liz and I have a partial season ticket package for the local IHL team, the Houston Aeros, and two things annoy the hell out of me during Aeros power plays. The first is that the Aeros sold naming rights to their power plays to a local company, and the PA announcer is contractually obligated, after announcing the opposing team's penalty, to say, "...and the Aeros are on a D&C Storm Solutions power play!" The second thing that annoys me is when the Aeros have gained the attacking zone and are passing the puck to set up a good shot: there's always someone within my earshot who shouts "Shoot!" Let 'em pass the puck, fool; they'll get a shot off soon enough.
- I've got nothing against Mormons. Yes, I think LDS theology is laughable, and its founding is a mix of charlatanism and delusion; but an objective observer would say the same things about mainstream Christianity, or any other religion validated by longevity and market share. I've had Mormon coworkers, fellow students, acquaintances, and friends. But driving around Houston, every month or two I'll see a pair of clean cut 20-year-old white males, dressed in white Oxford shirts and black trousers, pedalling their bicycles, and in response I'll cry out (with my windows rolled up so they don't hear me) "Los Mormones!"
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Friday, March 09, 2007
Eight Futures 2
Curtis asked for the definition of "superpower" I'll be using in this series. Here it is:
· The Muslim caliphate.
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Friday, March 02, 2007
Jaw Surgery 2
I would have posted yesterday, but as luck would have it, my firm catered in an anniversary lunch and I gorged myself on lasagna, ravioli, chicken alfredo penne, and tiramisu. The only thing slightly hard on my jaws was the chicken, which came in julienned strips of breast. But the pain was worth it.
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