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Friday, June 28, 2013
Why Russia evacuated its naval base in Syria
In a surprise move, Russia has pulled all its military and nondiplomatic civilian personnel out of Syria. That includes a complete evacuation of the naval supply station in the Mediterranean port of Tartus, which is often discussed as one of Russia's key reasons for its long and stubborn support of Syrian leader Bashar al-Assad.
"We have neither servicemen nor civilians in Syria anymore. Or Russian military instructors assigned to units of the Syrian regular Army, for that matter," a Russian defense ministry spokesperson is quoted as telling the Moscow business daily Vedomosti yesterday.
The Tartus naval supply station, Russia's only military base outside the former USSR, has been effectively closed, Russian deputy foreign minister and special Middle East envoy Mikhail Bogdanov confirmed in an interview with a Turkish newspaper. He insisted that the base, which housed about 70 fulltime military technicians to service visiting Russian warships, was of no strategic importance to Russia.
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"It's just a technical facility for maintaining ships sailing in the Mediterranean," he said.
That answer seems a trifle inadequate. The obvious question is: Why abandon Tartus now, given that the Russian naval presence in the Mediterranean has never been so large?
Earlier this month Russian President Vladimir Putin announced that Russia will maintain a permanent naval flotilla in the region for the first time since the collapse of the USSR more than 20 years ago. "This is a strategically important region and we have tasks to carry out there to provide for the national security of the Russian Federation," he said.
The Russian Navy has been holding almost nonstop maneuvers in the eastern Mediterranean for more than a year, and currently has a 16-warship task force in the area.
"The first and likeliest reason for the closure is that Russia doesn't want to risk the lives of 70 military personnel stationed at Tartus," says Vladimir Sotnikov, expert with the official Institute of Oriental Studies in Moscow.
"Now that the battlefield initiative in Syria's civil war is in the hands of the Assad regime, Russia might fear some [rebel] provocations against our people. Another possible reason may be to help promote the Geneva-2 talks. We have information that Russia, the United Nations and the US have agreed to a format for the talks. So, perhaps Russia wants to dispel impression that its position is based on some desire to hold on to this station," Mr. Sotnikov says.
"In any case, Russian ships have the opportunity to go to Cyprus for supplies and maintenance, and it's safer for them to do so right now," he adds.
Russia has also been steadily evacuating the estimated 30,000 Russian citizens living in Syria since early this year, and yesterday the Ministry of Emergency Services reported that it had extracted another 130 Russians from Latakia in northwest Syria and flown them back to Russia.
Other Russian analysts agree that, whatever the reasons for Russia's personnel pullout, it probably doesn't signal any change of the hard, pro-Assad position that Mr. Putin most recently reiterated at last week's G8 summit in Northern Ireland.
"Russia's position hasn't changed. In fact it's getting tougher," says Sergei Strokan, a foreign affairs columnist with the pro-business Moscow daily Kommersant.
"The reasons behind this evacuation probably come down to security. That base's importance has been greatly overrated in Western reporting. It just isn't that big a deal. So, I guess the thinking is, why risk some major incident that the rebels might stage by attacking Russians at this sensitive moment when all the hopes are pinned on a new Geneva peace conference?"
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Thursday, June 27, 2013
Many cancer patients expect palliative care to cure
By Kathryn Doyle
NEW YORK (Reuters Health) - In a survey of patients with terminal lung cancer, nearly two-thirds did not understand that radiation treatments intended only to ease their symptoms would not cure their disease.
Among the nationwide sample of patients with advanced lung cancers, four out of five thought the radiation would help them live longer and two in five believed it might cure their cancers.
"Radiation therapy can be used to relieve symptoms caused by metastatic lung cancer, such as pain from bony metastases, shortness of breath from lung tumors, or neurologic symptoms, such as weakness, from brain metastases," said the study's lead author, Dr. Aileen Chen of the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute in Boston.
Patients with metastatic lung cancer usually live less than a year, she told Reuters Health, and their radiation treatments are intended to improve quality of life for the time that remains, so Chen was surprised that so many patients believed they would cure them.
Previous studies have shown that cancer patients have unrealistic expectations for chemotherapy as well, according to Phyllis Butow, professor of psychology at the University of Sydney in Australia.
"Our experience is that it is common with many late stage cancers," Butow, who was not involved in the new research, told Reuters Health. "We have done studies with patients with all sorts of late stage cancers and found similar results," she said.
The current study included 384 people who were diagnosed with incurable lung cancer between 2003 and 2005 and were receiving radiation therapy. The patients answered questions about their expectations of the therapy.
Overall, 64 percent did not understand that radiation was not at all likely to cure them.
Older patients and ethnic groups other than whites were more likely to have inaccurate beliefs about their care, according to the results published in the Journal of Clinical Oncology.
Twenty percent of the patients expected radiation treatments were "very likely" to cure their cancer, and another 25 percent thought they were "somewhat likely." Less than 40 percent answered that the radiation was "not at all likely" to cure their cancer.
Seventy-eight percent believed radiation was "very" or "somewhat" likely to help them live longer.
There was no difference in overall survival time between patients who expected to be cured and those who did not.
Both patients and doctors may avoid conversations about prognosis for emotional reasons, which may drive these inaccurate beliefs, Butow said.
"It is bad, because it can lead to poor decision making where patients and their families feel driven to continue with toxic treatments that significantly reduce patients' quality of life and do not extend their lifespan," she said.
All cancer clinicians have probably come across this problem in their practice, said Dr. George Rodrigues, a radiation oncologist at the London Health Sciences Centre in Ontario, Canada.
"The more surprising finding of the study was the extent to which this phenomenon was detected, in nearly two thirds of patients," Rodrigues said in an email. "According to this data, nearly 2/3 of patients are agreeing to palliative radiotherapy with the misconception that this radiotherapy may cure their disease."
Lung cancer patients might be especially prone to misplaced expectations, he said, since they tend to have short survival times and 95 percent of cases are caused by cigarette or tobacco smoke, and those patients tend to have more guilt and shame about their disease and may be more emotionally susceptible.
"What needs to occur is specific research to identify evidence based strategies that can improve patient understanding of prognosis and goals of therapy," he said. "Just telling physicians to do a better job in communicating to patients is not likely to affect any meaningful change," he said.
SOURCE: http://bit.ly/172HIRs Journal of Clinical Oncology June 17, 2013.
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Monday, June 17, 2013
A Bloomsday Appreciation of Ulysses by James Joyce, Greatest Mind-Scientist Ever
Tomorrow is Bloomsday, June 16. On this day in 1904 Leopold Bloom, hero of James Joyce?s great novel Ulysses, wandered through Dublin having all manner of adventures before returning late at night to the bed of his cheating wife Molly. To celebrate Bloomsday, I?m reposting an appreciation of Ulysses that I wrote last summer when I re-read the classic 1922 novel.
Marilyn Monroe reads Molly Bloom's soliloquy in Ulysses.
Joyce did something that still feels fresh and revolutionary, although it has inspired countless imitations. He put us inside the head of another human, in a way no one had done before. We eavesdrop on someone?s thoughts as though they are being telepathically transmitted into our brain. Joyce was not a theorist of mind but he was an exceptional observer of it, far more so than any scientist. He helped us become more aware of our awareness.
I?ve written about the problem of solipsism, how each of us is trapped in a hermetically sealed chamber of his or her own subjective awareness. Joyce knocks a hole in the prison of our selves so that we can peer into the mind of another person. We can never really know what it is like to be a bat or cat, but thanks to Joyce we have a better idea what it is like to be a human being.
Joyce had scientific precursors. William James, in the late 19th century, drew attention to the weird nature of consciousness. It is not a train?a collection of objects moving through space?but a stream, James said. And thoughts are not like atoms or protons, uniform and durable; they are evanescent, ever-changing, slip-sliding into each other. Another precursor of Joyce was Freud, who held that deep down we are nasty, horny creatures, much more so we realize or care to admit.
James and Freud merely told us these things about ourselves. Joyce showed us, dramatizing the scientists? hypotheses about the nature of mind. Joyce?s novel has the vivid immediacy of a first-person video game, with extra screens for memory and fantasy. Joyce immerses us in the streaming thoughts of his characters, thoughts that swirl, cascade, eddy, ebb, rush onward, colliding with and swerving around the hard facts?the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, people and places?of Dublin on June 16, 1904.
Joyce?s characters?Stephen Dedalus, a young, intellectually pretentious teacher and would-be writer (modeled after Joyce himself); Leopold Bloom, a Jewish ad salesman, father and husband; Molly Bloom, his cheating, songstress spouse?are in many respects exotic, idiosyncratic, especially to an American reading in the 21st century. And yet these fictional humans feel real and universal.
Joyce reveals?revels in?the animality of his characters. Bloom pisses, poops, gobbles, swills, haggles, preens, cringes, lusts, jerks off. Joyce was a taboo-buster not for its own sake but in the service of truth, of reportorial accuracy. Unlike gloomy, judgmental Freud, however, Joyce was fond of his fellow humans, in spite of all our flaws. Bloom, my favorite character, is timid, scheming, lecherous, gluttonous, but also noble, brave, generous, loving, dignified. He?s tragic and comic, brooding one moment about the suicide of his father and the death of his baby son and the next hungering for a piece of cheese or ogling a babe on the street.
Joyce reminds me of comedian Louis C.K., whose jokes about masturbation and farts segue into riffs on death, heartbreak and loneliness, and whose overall philosophy seems to be: Life sucks sometimes, but it can be pretty great, too, and so funny! Real wisdom should put a smile on your face.
Joyce achieved a kind of hyper-realism, rendering the experience of ordinary awareness so faithfully that other depictions seem quaintly artificial, like medieval paintings before artists mastered perspective. Ulysses accomplishes this feat while constantly reminding you of?even rubbing your face in?its artificiality, its existence as an elaborate literary composition, like Hamlet or the Odyssey (which provided Joyce with a template for his work).
As Joyce would be the first to admit, the mirror that he holds up to nature is distorted, blurred, cracked, as all representations?whether scientific or literary, fictional or factual?must be. Joyce?s mirror is made of words, and some intuitions, intentions, desires, anxieties flit through the gaps between words. They are inexpressible, or ineffable, to use James?s term.
Also, Ulysses ain?t everyone?s cup o? tea. Virginia Woolf, another modernist master, was unimpressed, once complaining, ?I don?t know that [Joyce has] got anything very interesting to say, and after all the pissing of a dog isn?t very different from the pissing of a man.? Some feminists view Molly?s sexy soliloquy, which concludes Ulysses?and which I consider to be a masterpiece within a masterpiece?as an all-too-male fantasy of a female mind.
But to my mind, Joyce exemplifies Noam Chomsky?s dictum that we will always learn more about ourselves from literature than from science. In the 90 years since Ulysses was published, scientists have not progressed much toward a theory of consciousness. Hence the persistence of creaky old paradigms like psychoanalysis and even behaviorism, which assumes, absurdly, that mind doesn?t matter. Although Joyce didn?t offer a theory of consciousness, he gave us a better sense of what consciousness is, and for that we should be grateful.
Postscript: Joyce has been in the news lately. Louis Menand just wrote a fine piece on Joyce in The New Yorker, as did Michael Chabon in The New York Review of Books. And mega-bestselling author Paul Coelho recently suggested that he is a better writer than Joyce, provoking a British blogger to call Coelho?s work ?a nauseous broth of egomania and snake-oil mysticism with slightly less intellect, empathy and verbal dexterity than the week-old camembert I threw out yesterday.?
Post Postscript: So I?m plowing through Part II, Episode 10 of Ulysses now, a section called ?Wandering Rocks.? This and other similar sections of Part II defeat lots of readers, because they are so fragmentary, chaotic, scattered, jumbled. Joyce flits about Dublin, landing briefly in the mind of this or that denizen before darting away. He seems to be thwarting, deliberately, perversely, our desire for order, for a linear story line. His technique reminds me of a film in which the camera soars over a cityscape before swooping down to zoom in on an individual, the film?s hero, striding down a street or drinking in a bar. Except in the case of Ulysses, the camera never stays put. After alighting on one person, just as you?re getting comfortable with his perspective, the camera swoops away again in search of someone else. It?s fair to think, What?s the point? Here?s my theory. With this method, Joyce gives us a view of macrocosmic reality as composed of innumerable microcosms, individual minds. This pointillist approach, Joyce is implying, represents shared, social reality more faithfully than the phony-baloney, pseudo-objective, omniscient-narrator method of traditional novelists like Dickens, Balzac, Austen. Not that there isn?t a real world out there, with stuff that all sentient creatures bump into, hear, see, smell. The multitudinous minds in Ulysses keep offering us different subjective views of the same objective things, places, events, people, notably Leopold Bloom, who is seen, pitied, disdained, admired, talked and listened to by other Dubliners, even as we get his view of them. Joyce, in other words, is a philosopher, offering a theory of reality in all its subjective-objective complexity. But he doesn?t spell out his theory in dull, prosaic, Kantian or Cartesian fashion. He dramatizes it, makes us feel it. So that?s my theory of ?Wandering Rocks.? But to be honest, I prefer the sections of Ulysses where Joyce give us one sustained point of view, especially that of Bloom.
Post Post Postscript:?One reason I like Leopold Bloom so much may be that, like me, he?s a nerd, a science enthusiast, without actually being a scientist. He may be even nerdier than I am, more interested in how things work, in a nuts and bolts, engineering sense. (My scientific tastes lean toward the philosophical, that is, impractical.) Consider the following passage, which takes place in a bar. Bloom and a couple of other guys are yakking about capital punishment, more specifically hangings. Bloom, an anti-execution liberal (also like me!), expresses doubt about the deterrent effect of hangings, provoking a response from his bar mates:
?There?s one thing it hasn?t a deterrent effect on, says Alf.
?What?s that? says Joe.
?The poor bugger?s tool that?s being hanged, says Alf.
?That so? says Joe.
?God?s truth, says Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker.
?Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe, as someone said.
?That can be explained by science, says Bloom. It?s only a natural phenomenon, don?t you see, because on account of the ?
And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other phenomenon.
The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the CORPORA CAVERNOSA to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection IN ARTICULO MORTIS PER DIMINUTIONEM CAPITIS.
What I love about this passage is that Bloom is trying to educate, enlighten, inform his ignorant bar mates, but they just roll their eyes and yawn. Even Joyce gently mocks Bloom, depicting him as a pompous German professor pontificating on the physiology of hanging-induced erections. (Joyce does this a lot, offering different linguistic representations of the same thing to comic effect.) Although he clearly identifies with Bloom the Jewish outsider, Joyce must also acknowledge that Bloom is a bit of a bore, a blowhard know-it-all. And that is, let?s face it, how many people view science writers, with all our bloviating ?about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other phenomenon.?
Postscript 4: Phew! Just survived the whorehouse scene of Ulysses. The section is called ?Circe,? after the Greek sorceress who, in Homer?s Odyssey, turned the hero?s shipmates into pigs after they pissed her off. (Is the sorceress Bella Cohen, the scary she-male madam of the whorehouse, or Joyce himself?) ?Circe,? which takes the form of a play, reminds me of A Midsummer Night?s Dream or some other gender- and even species-bending Shakespearean comedy, except much edgier and weirder. It?s a funhouse ride conceived by a brilliant, demented Jungian, trying to dramatize his wacky theory of humanity?s collective id. The characters are all caricatures, parodies of themselves, wearing grotesque masks, spouting all sorts of nonsense, constantly shape-shifting. Bloom morphs into a masterful lawyer, an adored ruler, a craven peeping Tom gratifying himself as he watches his rival bonk his wife Molly. The rhetoric keeps morphing too from grandiloquent/hifalutin to coarse/smutty and everything in between. Each of us, Joyce seems to be saying, swarms with multitudes of personas, from the angelic to the beastly. And each of our personas speaks with?can only be understood in terms of?its own unique language. (It?s kind of a Kuhnian take on the human psyche, if we all suffered from multiple-personality disorder.) But somehow, in spite of all this dreamy, fantastic, hallucinatory craziness, Joyce never lets us forget that something real is happening. Real, flesh-and-blood characters in a real place at a real time are uttering real words and doing real things, all of which someone in Bella?s whorehouse could have recorded with a video camera. As I said above, Ulysses, for all its extraordinary inventiveness, is ultimately a work of realism. The hard, factual foundation?the ground of being?that underpins Ulysses distinguishes it from Joyce?s next novel, Finnegans Wake, which I ?read? in a summer seminar 30 years ago. (My professor was a white-haired, red-faced, hard-drinking Irishman. Perfect.) In Finnegans Wake, there is no ground of being. It?s dreams all the way down, and you can never wake up.
Postscript 5: Approaching the end, can?t stop, feel like I?m riding a cataract of words toward the sea. Late last night finished ?Ithaca,? the homecoming, in which Bloom, having already saved drunken Stephen Dedalus from an enraged whorehouse madam and belligerent British soldier, brings the young man, who reminds Bloom of his dead son Rudy, into his house and makes him a cup of hot cocoa. This section, the most science-y part of Ulysses, takes the form of a Q&A. Although the Q?s and A?s are not actually voiced or thought by Bloom, they are Bloom-esque, that is, practical, factual, empirical, scientific, technological. The language is for the most part dry and straight-forward, as much as any part of Ulysses?but it occasionally blossoms?blooms!?into poetry. As Bloom fills a kettle with water, a Q about the water prompts an elaborate A about Dublin?s water supply, which is traced back to ?Roundwood reservoir in county Wicklow of a cubic capacity of 2,400 million gallons, percolating through a subterranean aqueduct of filter mains of single and double pipeage? and so on. The next Q, which asks what Bloom admires about water, uncorks a marvelous riff on water in all its polymorphous glory. Google the passage, read it, see for yourself what I mean. Joyce demonstrates that science?or, more generally, a materialistic, practical, nuts-and-bolts approach to life?can also be poetic, aesthetic, acutely sensitive to the beauties of the natural and unnatural worlds. Richard Dawkins couldn?t have said it better. Joyce implies, perhaps, that as a young writer he was too self-consciously literary and metaphysical, too much like young Dedalus, but as he matured he became more like Bloom, that is, attentive to reality in all its nitty-gritty wondrousness. So Bloom is a kind of father to young Dedalus after all!
Final Postscript: Yeah just finished Ulysses sad happy relieved glad to be back in real world my own thought stream but thoughts feel different Joycean yeah words seep into you osmosis self porous not waterproof looking for summation wrap up epiphany ?What Ulysses Means? impossible Ulysses like legendary Borges map big as territory it maps as intricate complicated confusing lovely ugly absurd sublime sad funny yeah how can you map a map like that reduce irreducible thin description of thick description impossible gotta try yeah maybe take on claim Joyce too cold all technique wordplay brain no heart like what hack Coelho said all style no substance bullshit Joyce almost mushy at end Bloom wounded still by death of Rudy so kind caring toward Dedalus when young man leaves Bloom forlorn slips into bed beside Molly he knows Blazes was in his bed can?t hate her hurt her he forgives her lover not hater kisses ?plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump? Joyce gives Bloom his fetish Joyce liked butts like Updike liked feet lots of Joyce in Bloom wife Nora Barnacle in Molly Nora never read her husband?s books Joyce hurt still loved her she him Bloom?s butt-kiss wakes Molly she?s annoyed but asks about his day he tells her leaves out masturbation and whorehouse parts she?s no fool we know when Joyce plops us into her thought stream she suspects he?s screwed someone else he?s cheated before she?s mad at Bloom scorns him Molly?s so vain competitive with other women into clothes proud of her body breasts men?s desire for her Boylan?s desire they did it four five times that afternoon she sees frailty of men pathetic little egos if we men could read thoughts of wives girlfriends we?d shrivel up and die dig the passage where she disses pompous God-denying atheists take that Dawkins and when she says men messing up world women should be in charge would do a better job yeah but Molly loves men too wants to feel their eyes on her stroke them screw them do other things even fantasizes about young Dedalus can see why Molly makes feminists squirm sexy material girl like Helen Gurley Brown Cosmo girl but Joyce just doing for women what he did for men Molly wounded human a lover like her husband even farts like him yeah and she loves him after all book ends with memory of him proposing making love and Joyce wrote this Great Book during Great War horrible war to end all wars war Joyce left all that insanity and horror out saying that?s not life this is life cheating flawed husband crawling back to bed of cheating flawed wife and they love each other in spite of everything and they love their daughter and dead son love redeems us our best hope only hope that?s enough yeah
Photo of Marilyn Monroe reading Ulysses by Eve Arnold.
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Sunday, June 16, 2013
Bear with head stuck in jar is rescued in Pa.
JAMISON CITY, Pa. (AP) ? Four central Pennsylvania residents said they used only a rope and a flashlight during a wild chase to rescue a young bear whose head had been stuck in a plastic jar for at least 11 days.
The frightened but powerful bruin fell into a swimming pool at least twice during the ordeal, according to a report Saturday in the Press Enterprise of Bloomsburg (http://bit.ly/166z97k ). But the group eventually yanked off the jar and set the animal free.
"I thought, 'No one is going to believe us,'" said Morgan Laskowski, 22, the bartender at the Jamison City Hotel and a member of the impromptu bear-wrangling team.
Area residents first spotted the 100-pound bruin with its head in a red jar on June 3, but it eluded game wardens. The animal was attracted to the container because it appeared to have once contained cooking oil.
"He put his head in, and had a problem," said Mike Jurbala, 68, another rescuer. "He'd have died in a couple more days."
Jurbala saw the bear Thursday night as he was leaving the bar at the Jamison City Hotel. He called Jeff Hubler, a local employee of the state Game Commission who had been among those trying to capture it for days with a lasso.
The two teamed up with Laskowski and her mother, bar owner Jody Boyle, to follow the bear through the darkness.
"You knew where he was because you could hear him banging into things," Jurbala said.
They cornered the bear in a resident's backyard, where it ended up falling into a pool a couple of times. Eventually, they wrangled the animal into a position where Hubler could pull off the jar.
"You'd think the bear would be weak, because it hadn't eaten or drunk for a week, but it was strong," Boyle said.
Hubler said people should keep lids on food jars that they throw away.
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Information from: Press Enterprise, http://www.pressenterpriseonline.com
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Tuesday, June 11, 2013
iOS 7's Control Center Finally Puts Settings At Your Fingertips
If there's just one thing we've been begging Apple to steal from Android
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