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Pillagers Strip Iraqi Museum of Its Treasure, John F. Burns in the NYT.
Mosul descends into chaos as even museum is looted, Luke Harding in the Guardian.
When I said yesterday that the US administration had no interest or care for art, this isn’t what I meant. Honestly, this is as unconscionable as the destruction of the Bamiyan Buddha statues by the Taliban, which UNESCO’s director general, Koichiro Matsuura called “a cold and calculated ‘crime against culture'”.

Every other March, a country taken over by fundamentalists gets
its priceless cultural heritage destroyed on CNN.

In his Bloghdad column on Slate [love the name, Will!], William Saletan scores a direct hit on the “soft bigotry” of Bush’s complimenting the Iraqi people as “gifted.” “He doesn’t mean exceptional. He means ethnic.” For Bush, it turns out, “gifted” and “talented,” are traits shared by many fine non-white races, God bless’em.
It’s funny how things change; when I was growing up in North Carolina, “gifted and talented” meant “white.” To comply “with all deliberate speed” to the Supreme Court’s 1955 Brown vs. Board of Education order to integrate schools, the GT program opened, not equal and technically not separate, on the grounds of Ligon Middle School on the other side of Raleigh, just in time for my 6th grade year, in 1979. Our history teacher instructed us, on the day the one black GT student was absent: “Lord, just don’t call them colored.”

Talk about motivated seller. The Wash. Post‘s Jonathan Finer went to an open house at Tariq Aziz’ place in Baghdad, and like any good open house visitor, he judges the owner’s taste in books, movies, and bathroom reading. It’s gotta be heartening for Graydon Carter to learn that there were “dozens of Vanity Fair magazines” next to the DVD’s (“It’s not just for Oklahoman divorcees anymore!”).
For your total Tariq Lifestlye shopping convenience, I’ve formatted the inventory –including a few of Tariq’s favorite scents–into Amazon Lists:

WNYC is my media default setting. I know several artists who live by WNYC; they have it playing in their studios all day. If they still do this, I don’t know; but I find myself turning off wall-to-wall war discussion more frequently, whether out of distraction, exhaustion, or resignation.
Oddly, that’s just the opposite of what I did during/after September 11th. For days, weeks, WNYC was this incredible lifeline, an important source of solace, community; I almost never turned it off. Divisions over the war run deep, and positions seem to be calcifying. With the microsegmentation/balkanization of media sources, war coverage itself has become a point of contention. Rather than bringing people together, media–even the media I generally agree with–ends up reinforcing the differences.
For more than a week now, WNYC has been soliciting art from its listeners, by its listeners, art made in response to the war. Submissions to date number nearly 100, and can be seen online. It’s a sobering collection, in ways I don’t think are intentional.
It’s protest art, almost without exception. (I remember host Brian Lehrer’s intermittent pleas for art from supporters of the war/troops/president, which didn’t materialize, apparently.) The exhibit reveals not just overarching bitterness, but an almost pathetic sense of powerlessness. In the tone and content, the raw anger, and in some cases, the sheer obviousness, there’s a subtext of impotent rage. Art, at least this art, seems like the resort of people who tried other means of protest and found them wanting.
In her Oscar speech, Nicole Kidman weakly reassured us that “art is important.” It’s certainly important to its creators. And yeah, it’s important in the whole “what it means to be human” sense. But the absence of pro-war art has less to do with WNYC’s political demographics, and everything to do with deep conservative suspicion of the role of “art” itself. The administration in power/culture in ascendance right now views art, not patriotism, as the last refuge of the scoundrel. And that unsettles me almost as much as the threat of perpetual war.

For those who aren’t familiar with Phoenix (the US city I’ve most heard Baghdad compared to on NPR), the Webby-nominated Cockeyed.com has published the Baghdad City Size Comparison.
With the ribbon-cutting for the American Express office still weeks away, and Halliburton’s contract to build out the Iraqi ATM network caught up in the whole Cirrus vs. Carte-Bleu Smartchip debate, you may want to take some Iraqi dinars with you before you go. Wired reports on the popularity of Sadaam Dinars on eBay.
Did I say popularity? I meant bubble. “How much is a Pokemon worth today? Or a Nasdaq index? Yes, there is a Saddam Dinar bubble,” confesses collectible currency dealer George Lindgren. But maybe your dotcom experience has enabled you to ride a bubble just right. Go ahead. Otherwise, for now, just take USD.

Or Shell-Shock and Awe, as the Voice‘s Joy Press calls it in an interesting article about the history of military psychiatry, and the evolution from WWI’s “shell-shock” to Vietnam’s PTSD. A lot of it is drawn from Ben Shephard’s book, A War of Nerves: Soldiers and Psychiatrists in the Twentieth Century [which the Voice excerpts].

Slate‘s Timothy Noah rounds up some public relations experts to explain the increasingly reality-challenged statements of/give advice to Iraqi Information Minister Mohammed Saeed al-Sahhaf. Meanwhile, In the SF Chron, Ashraf Khalil comments on a live FoxNews interview with US troops in one of Sadaam’s palaces, juxtaposed with a live rooftop statement from al-Sahhaf denying that there were any US soldiers in Baghdad. [Khalil bonus: the translator apparently struggles and ad-libs to accurately capture all the color of al-Sahhaf’s statements.]
As bloghdadded earlier, the NYT‘s John F. Burns was ahead of this news curve; here’s how he closed his April 3 report from the streets of Baghad Read carefully. You don’t have to argue over the definition of “cakewalk” to see that, in PR terms, al-Sahhaf is not actually lying (well, except for the whole “bitterly defeated” part) :

At Kut, [al-Sahhaf] said, the Americans had been “bitterly defeated.” At Hilla, too.
“We’re giving them a real lesson today,” he burbled. ” `Heavy’ doesn’t accurately describe the level of casualties we have inflicted.”
As for reports that American troops were nearing the airport at Baghdad, he chuckled. “The Americans aren’t even 100 miles from Baghdad,” he said.

I say, credibility straining, obfuscation, and trying to put a pretty face on ugly events is SOP for an Information Minister, even if his title is “White House Press Secretary.” Mike McCurry empathizes, “”I’m sure the poor guy has to do this because someone’s going to shoot him if he doesn’t. At least I never had that problem.” That sighing sound you hear may be a sadly envious Ari Fleischer.
Update: Slate rounds third with a lengthy list of al-Sahhaf profiles and fascinating speculations.

Don’t quite know where to categorize this post…probably between “Hey, that was my idea,” and “Maybe if you’d mentioned it or moved on it…” David Edelstein looks at David O. Russell‘s 1999 GW1 movie, Three Kings through 2003 GW2 eyes:

Again and again, he uses color, sound and surreal interpolations to break through the viewer’s movie-fed, CNN-filtered, rock-‘n’-roll-fueled dissociation. With its jarring mixture of tones, “Three Kings” was not a box-office blockbuster. But it looks more and more like a classic.

What timing.A year ago, I met David when he came to NYC for a MoMA film dept. award. Since hanging out with him again in Feb., I’ve been thinking of the prescience of Three Kings. On his screen, Russell mapped the moral complexity on both sides in a very humanistic way, even as the twin towers of Sadaam’s evil and UN/US righteousness dominated the other, television screens.
In addition to the outrage of the US not supporting Iraqi uprisings in ’91 (which is acid-etched in 3K), Russell’s opposed to the current, um, incursion. But what also jerks his chain is the appropriation of 3K‘s “blown out, grainy, kinetic, CNNish” look and feel by the Go Army recruitment campaign.
I’ll root around and post some audio/video of DOR talking about Three Kings. Stay tuned. [In the mean time, try the DVD‘s great commentary tracks.]

Meg Laughlin’s Sabbathy report from Camp Bushmaster, Iraq, in the Miami Herald [via IP]:

“Army chaplain offers baptisms, baths”
In this dry desert world near Najaf, where the Army V Corps combat support system sprawls across miles of scabrous dust, there’s an oasis of sorts: a 500-gallon pool of pristine, cool water.
It belongs to Army chaplain Josh Llano of Houston, who sees the water shortage, which has kept thousands of filthy soldiers from bathing for weeks, as an opportunity.
”It’s simple. They want water. I have it, as long as they agree to get baptized,” he said.
And agree they do. Every day, soldiers take the plunge for the Lord and come up clean for the first time in weeks.

Camp Bushmaster??