Yellowstone Ho!

Headed to Yellowstone for the week. Back Thursday!

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Barack in Bozeman

Last Monday night (19 May 2008), I had the privilege of seeing Barack Obama in Bozeman. I’m lucky I got in–the free tickets disappeared almost instantly. The line for the 7:30 pm appearance started forming at 10:00 am the morning of, and wrapped around the block when I showed up at 5:30 pm.

Oh, but the wait was worth it.

After a surprise appearance by Michael Keaton, Barack came on stage to cheering and deafening applause. He spoke for a full half hour, before leaving the stage to shake hands in the crowd.


At times, listening to Obama speak, I felt as though I could have been sitting in a rally for George C. Wallace in 1972, or even William Jennings Bryan in 1896. Thoroughly charismatic, Barack brought the audience to our feet time and time again–barely giving us time to find our seats before bringing us again with another thundering denunciation or demand.

He spoke on behalf of the “little man”–the everyday blue-collar worker from Dillon, MT. The factory worker in Detroit. The single-mother who works two jobs and still can’t afford health insurance for her son. He decried the wealth-mongering greed of oil companies, or drug companies. He demanded stronger government regulations, and more accountability for politicians to their voting constituents–rather than lobbyists and corporations.

He spoke highly of Hillary Clinton. The audience erupted in applause and cheers when Obama assured us that, whatever happens in November, the name George Bush will not be on the ballot. The audience was cautioned, however, that John McCain is “running for George Bush’s third term.”

I’ve long been excited about Barack Obama. My enthusiasm has ebbed and wained over the last few months–but I’m once again full of enthusiasm. Barack Obama’s candor and neo-populist politics set him apart from any other politician in my lifetime. His track-record of community service and tough reform legislation assure me that he’s sincere in his commitment to the every-day, working class American. His positions on education reform, health-care reform and foreign policy are, to my mind, spot-on.

For these reasons, I’m excited to be voting for Barack Obama in Montana’s primary on June 3rd, and I’m excited to vote for Barack Obama for President this November.

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Coffee with David Quammen

I’m not actually “having” coffee with Mr. Quammen (this year’s MSU Walt Stegner Chair) … but sitting in the same coffee shop, anyway. The Daily is the Montemartre of Bozeman…

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Homecoming Queen

Yesterday, I pledged the same oath that President Clinton once led some 15,000 Americorps members in reciting:

I will get things done for America to make our people safer, smarter and healthier. I will bring Americans together to strengthen our communities and environments. Faced with apathy, I will take action. Faced with conflict, I will seek common ground. Faced with adversity, I will persevere. I will carry this commitment with me this year and beyond. I am an AmeriCorps member. And I will get things done.

And with that, I was inducted into the Montana Conservation Corps.

I will serve for the next five months with a team of six other individuals from across the United States. Called “Team Entomology,” we will spend much of the next five months working in the Jedediah Smith Wilderness and the Big Hole River Valley.

Jedediah Smith Wilderness area map

The Jedediah Smith Wilderness lies to the West of Grand Teton National Park, in the Grand Teton range.

My schedule will consist largely of ten-day “spikes” or “hithces,” with four days off in between. Ten on, four off. Spikes begin on Mondays.

I’m part of a “saw crew” (as opposed to a “trail crew”), so most of my time this summer will be spent in front-country locations, clearing trails of downed timber, etc. I’m disappointed that I will not be part of the crew spending a full month 26 miles into the wilderness of southern Yellowstone. Nevertheless, I’m looking forward to this summer’s projects. Moreover, experience running saws and doing other fuels reduction work will prove invaluable if I choose to fight forest fires next summer.

We–the entire Montana Conservation Corps (some 170 corp members, from six regions across Montana)–spent the last four days at Camp Paxton outside of Seeley Lake, MT. We completed a day of first-aid and CPR training, and some service projects around Camp Paxton–while staying and working in buildings constructed by the Civilian Conservation Corps (the grandfather of the MCC) in 1939. On Monday, our region (the Greater Yellowstone region) will travel down to Yellowstone for additional training.

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A list.

I’m sorry you’re reading this. But it’s just a list. A list. And for me, right now, this list is catharsis. So I’ll write and so you’ll read and so on and so forth.

Friedrich Nietzsche and Lou Salomé.

John Stuart Mill and Harriot Taylor.

Jean-Paul Sartre and Simon de Beauvior.

Hamlet and Ophelia.

Francesca and Paolo.

Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova.

Dido and Aeneas.

Allen Ginsberg and Lucien Carr.

Dan and Alice.

Lancelot and Guinevere.

Christine and The Phantom.

Lucie Manette and Sydney Carton.

Romeo and Juliet.

Scarlett O’Hara and Rhett Butler.

Auguste Rodin and Camille Claudel.

Werther and Lotte.

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and that all changes, starting now.

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How to succeed at failling.

It’s alright / to tell me / what you think / about me / I won’t try / to argue / or hold it / against you.

I have unequivocally and unilaterally failed this Spring.

I’ve failed at everything I’ve attempted, everything I’ve tried to be, everyone I know, and everyone I’ve touched.

I’ve failed academically.

I failed to get elected.

I’ve failed finacially (I’m a mess, right now).

I’ve failed to prepare the Procrastinator (the one bright star in a dark, dark sky) to get equipment installed this summer.

I’ve failed at being a decent human being.

I know that / you’re leaving / you must have / your reasons / the season / is calling / your pictures / are falling down…”

I’ve failed as a lover.

I’ve failed as a friend.

I’ve failed as a brother.

I’ve failed as a mechanic (my powersteering pump still squeals like a stuck pig, and I had to cut off another piece of my car today outside of Casper).

The steps that / I retrace / the sad look / on her face…

I’ve failed as a carpenter (my “loft” is still a bunch of half-finished pieces in my garage).

I’ve failed as a roommate.

I’ve failed as a student. I’ve failed as a geologist, as an economist, and as a historian.

the timing / the structure…

I’ve failed as an environmentalist.

I’ve failed as a student activist.

I’ve failed as an “athlete” — that is, someone who is active.

I’ve failed as an outdoors enthusiast — making it out to ski, in total, twice this season.

And now, I’m failing as a blogger. I’m quoting Blink 182 … in italics … because that’s how damn good I am at expressing my feelings. So good I turn to the old masters of … teenage angst.

But I guess somehow it fits.

Everybody’s gone / and you’ve been there for to long / to face this on your own / well I guess this is growing up. / Well I guess this is growing up.

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Taxi to the Dark Side review

The following was published in last Friday’s (2 May 2008) “This Week” section of the Bozeman Daily Chronicle:

“We have to work the dark side, if you will,” said Vice President Dick Cheney, and “spend time in the shadows of the intelligence world.” Winner of the 2008 Academy Award for “Best Documentary Feature,” Taxi to the Dark Side exposes one aspect of the War on Terror’s dark side: abuse—bordering on torture—in America’s military prisons.

In December, 2002, an Afghan guerilla commander turned Dilawar, a 22-year-old taxi driver from rural Afghanistan, over to occupying US forces—claiming that Dilawar was a triggerman for a rocket attack on an American airbase.

Dilawar was transferred to Bagram—a former Soviet airbase, converted by occupying American forces into a military prison for the detention and interrogation of suspected terrorists. A year later, Dilawar’s body was returned to his family by Red Cross volunteers. The death certificate, written in English, identified Dilawar’s cause of death as homicide.

The declaration of the War on Terror elevated combating terrorism from a matter of civil law to warfare. As warfare, military command created a vastly expanded set of acceptable approaches and procedures for interrogating and gathering intelligence from suspected terrorists. Bagram Prison was a testing ground for these new procedures.

Bagram’s military investigators were under twin pressures: the pressure to produce intelligence, and instructions from commanding officers that “the gloves are off.” One interrogator recalls being told, simply: “Soldiers are dying. Get the information.”

Taxi to the Dark Side investigates the interrogation and its procedures that resulted in Dilawar’s death. Its findings should give any American pause: tested in Bagram, applied in Abu Ghraib, and perfected in Guantanamo, the new interrogation methods are designed to intimidate, humiliate, and systematically break detainees. These methods include sleep deprivation, forced nudity and sexual humiliation, sensory disorientation (through blinding light and darkness, silence and deafening noise, heat and cold), self-inflicted pain through forced (shackled) standing, repeated blows to the detainee’s legs, and the use of detainee’s fears (including rats, attack dogs and bats)—all designed to weaken and break detainees’ resistance to revealing information.

Subjected to this regimen of abuse, Dilawar, after just five days in Bagram, was found dead, hanging from his shackles, in his isolation cell. Under pressure from the Abu Ghraib abuse scandal, the military launched an investigation into Dilawar’s treatment. In her statement at trial, the Army coroner stated that Dilawar’s lower limbs looked like they had been run over by a bus. Nevertheless, military statements have persisted in claming that no abuse occurred.

Ultimately, three soldiers were convicted of crimes related to Dilawar’s death. But where the military investigation looked down for “a few bad apples,” Taxi to the Dark Side looks up at the military chain of command. Whereas the military investigation announced Dilawar’s death as an isolated incident resulting from natural causes, Taxi to the Dark Side, tipped off by New York Times investigative reporting, places Dilawar’s death in a larger context of pervasive American prison abuse. This abuse, the film finds, is responsible for deaths of dozens of prison detainees, and has been conducted with both the tacit direct approval of America’s highest levels of command.

Shortly after his death, new military intelligence confirmed what Dilawar had claimed during detention: he was innocent. Through Dilawar’s story, Taxi to the Dark Side reveals a new regime of American interrogation practices—their genesis, implementation, and likeness to Geneva Convention-prohibited torture. The result is at once sobering and compelling. Through its sympathetic interviews with Dilawar’s interrogators, the film probes at the inhuman atmosphere in which normal American soldiers committed appalling acts, and how this atmosphere was created by the highest levels of American military command.

Taxi to the Dark Side is a terrifying exposé of the dark side of American military prisons. Unrelenting and methodical, Taxi to the Dark Side is an eminently important film that grips its viewer from opening scenes to closing exhortations.

Mark Egge

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Stop Trash and Get Cash!

I’m paying $5 for any decent microwave or mini-fridge.

No hassle! Free pick up from your dorm room!

To arrange pick-up, call me (Mark): 307-421-1500

I will also save you the trouble of disposing of your unwanted cinder blocks, lofts, and televisions.

Microwaves and refrigerators

I like to think of this as a service to students (incoming freshmen who can get a fridge for $30, rather than renting for $40 or buying new for $120), and doing one small thing to help make MSU more sustainable (saving appliances from the land-fill to have them reused!), while making a little extra money for myself!

Every spring, it’s the same thing: students moving out of the fill over-sized dumpsters everything they’ve used for 8 months and will never use again. Dumpsters fill up with perfectly good televisions, mini-refrigerators, mini-microwaves, cinder blocks and 2×4-construction lofts.

It’s painful to see so much waste–knowing that, next fall, students are going to go out on move-in weekend, and buy the same microwaves and 2×4’s that students are throwing away now.

So I’ve decided to try to do something to help. I’m buying microwaves and refrigerators, and collecting lofts and cinder blocks. I will clean them and store them for the summer, and then attempt to sell them next fall for very modest prices. It’s a little extra income for me, it’ll save students money this fall, and it’ll help prevent our landfill from being filled with TV’s.

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Speed Machine

Well. It’s May 1st. I had my last class of the semester today–my last class for at least 8 months.

The ASMSU end-of-the-year banquet was tonight. As far as banquets go, I’d say it was a success: it was nice to get a chance to recognize those who have served the students over the last year.

As for me, I’m in the process of transitioning control of the Procrastinator Theater to Dave Keto, who was appointed as next year’s Procrastinator directory. There’s lots to be done, and we’ll be transitioning throughout the summer… In any case, I can rest very easy, knowing that Dave will take great care of the theater next year. And for me … well, I’m ready to be done with the theater. I enjoyed my time, and I’m ready for something else.

On Tuesday, I was offered a corps member position with the Montana Conservation Corps–which I accepted eagerly. The impact for me: I’ll be spending the next six months of my life working 10-day spikes in the back country of the Greater Yellowstone Region (including Yellowstone National Park, Grand Teton National Park, and Montana’s Beartooth Mountains). I’ll be doing a number of maintenance projects, including trail maintenance, erosion prevention, etc. I start May 19th, and will finish October 31st.

And I’m stoked. Six month’s in the back country? Sounds like just what I need as I continue to work on figuring out what’s next in my life.

Right now, it’s a typical Thursday night at the H.Q. … Ben’s playing DOTA on the community computer, Andrew’s sleeping, and Bovard is working on some upper-division math homework that I couldn’t begin to understand.

Last night, Andrew was sleeping on the couch, as he often does. It’s always the same scenario: he brings up his blanket the couch, and then announces that he’s going to do some reading. After about 20 minutes, he starts to drift to sleep (poor guy … he sleeps like 4 hours a night, on average). He sets his alarm for 20 minutes later (“I’m just going to take a nap,” he explains. For the next three hours, he wakes up every 20 minutes–not when his alarm clock goes off, but when the people in the room with him get annoyed by his alarm clock going off and yell at him. “Andrew. ANDREW. ANDREW!” … “Whoa … uh … Hey! Oh! My alarm…”

After one of these naps last night his alarm went off. He didn’t wake up. After a while, Christina piped up: “Andrew. Andrew! ANDREW!” He woke up, and mumbled something. He picked up his alarm clock (a “Screaming Meanie”), looked at up, and then–without turning it off–set it back down and rolled over and went back to sleep. Alarm clock … still going off.

Ah. Andrew. It’s going to be rather sad not having him around next year. Heck, it’s going to be rather sad not living at the H.Q. next year–Bovard and Andrew have both decided they need their own room. Andrew announced that he’s moving out. Bovard and I are currently looking for a new home.

And, goodness, I’m not looking forward to moving. I have so much STUFF. It’s out of control. I’m going to need like 5 moving trucks. Ug. Anyone want to help? All I need to move is … hundreds of books (boxes and boxes), shelving, a piano, a dryer, a dishwasher, a big beer-pong table, a motorcycle, a garage full of tools, lots of wood from my incomplete loft project, a grill, a lawnmower, a desk, a coffee table, a desktop computer, a couple printers, a couch, dishes, a picnic table, and all of my personal effects …

Anyhow. Happy end of the semester, everyone! I think there will be festivities at the H.Q. at the end of finals week. Check back for details!

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