Iraq re-admits weapons inspectors

So Iraq has agreed to allow UN weapons inspectors back within its borders. The news seems to have spoken of very little else today. (Well, except perhaps for Channel 4’s report on the new Peter Gabriel album. Monkeys?)

Looking at this move in retrospect, it seems like an obvious, yet bold one. Many commentators have emphasised this turn of phrase: it’s a move in a game of politics. Normally, I would say “stuff and nonsense” to that: calling this political manoeuvering a game is to belittle the seriousness of the conflict. In games, people don’t die in their hundreds or thousands when you lose.

But somehow this decision does seem like a move in an high-stakes game of chess. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I feel like I understand it now, whereas a lot of modern political machinations pass straight over my head until I see the summary on the History Channel several years later.

The US is clamouring for Saddam Hussein’s head, pure and simple, while the rest of the world wants to rake him over the coals for violating UN resolutions. If Iraq starts to comply with the resolutions, the US finds a substantial chunk of its support taken away from it. Russia and China are applauding this change in Iraq’s attitude, and as they are part of the UN Security Council, their opinion really does carry weight.

Iraq’s neighbours, some of whom have been reluctantly bowing to US pressure, now have reason to think again. As I’ve said before, Iraq’s prime interests are local. Saddam Hussein will piss off his neighbours (and mightily) when it is opportune for him to do so, but right now he needs their support. And if he can’t have their support, he needs to remove their active opposition.

Many (if not most) nations are opposed to the US’s blood hunt, and insistence on “regime change” in Iraq. But they do support the enforcement of UN resolutions. By complying with the resolutions, Iraq is now forcing the US to discard a number of cards from its hand, because they are no longer effective. But the US has gone too far in its national mobilisation for war to back down at this point, so George Bush is must now find other ways to justify an attack and his ultimate euphemistic goal of “regime change”.

Bush has overplayed his hand–for now. He has been aiming for an attack very soon, and now he must delay this. Even if it only takes days for his spin doctors to come up with a new platform for opposing Saddam Hussein, and for his diplomats to build support for it, the fact is that Iraq just gave the US a political bloody nose.

This is being downplayed by all the media–as it must.

There are a number of reasons for that. Iraq has a history of dicking the UN inspectors about. So this new found spirit of compliance may just be a sham. If I wanted to be cynical, I could say that the media are primarily controlled by US interests, and so editors have publishers breathing down their necks.

But also, look at this in terms of a game again. What are the goals of the opposing players? Saddam Hussein wants to stay in power in Iraq. The George Bush wants Hussein out. So long as those remain the stated goals, there is no possibility of a “draw”. There is no solution that allows both parties to walk away and claim their own version of victory.

For Saddam Hussein to relinquish power, there must be war. I don’t think there is any alternative there. A war will result in thousands of deaths, and if it happens even after Iraq’s compliance with the UN resolutions, the US will suffer, both as a result of impoverished international relations, and also as a result of more terrorist attacks on American soil. (Terrorism is like guerrilla warfare: sooner or later, no matter what your precautions, someone will break through your perimeter, and they’ll have a bomb strapped to their chests. Ask Britain. Ask Israel.) So even if George Bush wins, he loses. (But will he care?)

For Hussein to stay in power, George Bush must do a U-turn. And what are the chances of that happening? What would it take for him to stand down US forces, and admit he was wrong?

In his time as president, Bush has proved himself to be incredibly arrogant in the international arena. And he is surrounded by a cabinet of cronies who also believe they walk on water. (Colin Powell probably excepted. Every time I see him on TV, he seems to be more uncomfortable about being the town crier abroad for Bush’s policies.)

Yet if war is to be avoided, Bush must climb down. And this will not be achieved by acting all amused over this tactical diplomatic victory on Iraq’s part. Bush must be given some way of saving face. Much though I might like to see egg all over it, he must be able to claim his own victory. He must end up with something to show for all of this posturing, otherwise he’ll be sodead in the water domestically that he might as well just resign before his term is up.

But what could this be? I don’t know. I wish I did.

In the mean time, one wonders about Russia and China. They must be loving this. They know that ultimately their best interests will be served by siding with the US. (Which country is more important to them, strategically and economically?) Yet right now they can legitimately claim to be on Iraq’s side. The US must know that they’ll come over to their side, but now they must be offered sweeteners to do so.

So if you trace the diplomatic lines back through the last few weeks, you can see that those (and other) nations were pushing for Iraq to comply with the regulations not because they wanted to avoid another war in the Middle East, but because they knew that by following that strategy, they would eventually end up with a bunch of concessions from the US.

When you look at it in that way, it does seem a lot like a game, doesn’t it?

Outlook Express, grumble

Lately my computer has been taking ages to get up to speed when I log in. Some of this is the natural accumulation of Cruft that you get with Windows. (I think I’m currently running somewhere between Cruft Force 4 and 5) But some of it is down to my huge and ever-growing Windows Profile.

I’ve never seen an adequate explanation of what exactly is in one’s profile, but I’m sure that my Outlook Express message store is part of it. I don’t clean out my Inbox very regularly (there were 357 messages in my home inbox at the start of this evening, and my inbox at work is well over 1500), which means that old messages tend to linger, and take up space. Because I had it set to go straight to my inbox when I launch it, OE was taking about 30 seconds to get up and running. This was getting tiresome.

So this evening I thought I’d tidy up. I do actually have a filing structure in my message store–I just don’t use it very much. But at least I didn’t have to create a bunch of folders from scratch for sorting the messages in my inbox. I just started throwing them into neat little piles.

Started being the operative term there, because after moving two messages, Outlook Express decided that the whole operation was clearly futile, and froze up.

It didn’t crash, it just decided it wasn’t going to show me my inbox any more. Or anything else, once I’d tried to look in my inbox.

This was a problem, because I had Outlook Express set to automatically go to that very same inbox whenever it starts. (Tools -> Options -> General -> When starting, go directly to my ‘Inbox’ folder. Check!) And of course, one can’t get to these settings unless one has Outlook Express open. But as soon as Outlook Express opens, it goes to my Inbox, and…freezes.

There was a solution, though. A couple of different solutions, really.

Option 1 was to fire up Mozilla‘s mail and news program. It’s a fine, fully featured mail program, with all the same bells and whistles of Outlook Express, and more besides. It also has a handy “Import” feature, which grabbed all of the messages from my Outlook Express mail store without a single problem.

(I’m inching my way closer to the Microsoft breaking point at the moment. Sooner or later, as I do about once a year, I will snap and install Linux on my computer. I always go back to Windows after a while, but there are a number of new developments that make me wonder if I can really make a full switch now: Mozilla, OpenOffice, and VMWare. Mozilla has leapfrogged Opera on Linux now, and is the better product. OpenOffice is now sufficiently mature to be a reasonable Office replacement. And VMWare version 3 supports USB connections on its virtual machines. I’d still have to run Windows in a VM for some apps, but 95% of my computer time is spent on the web, or writing. It could happen….)

Option 2 was to do a similar process, only with Outlook Express. I navigated to my message store (C:\Documents and Settings\Me\Application Data\Identities\BLAHBLAHGUIDBLAHGUIDGUIDBLAH\), copied all of the files there to a backup directory, then deleted all of the files from the original message store.

When I fired up OE again, it recreated a blank Inbox for me, which was free of any corruption that had crept into the old one. I then used OE’s import feature to re-import all of the old messages and folders from the backup directory I’d created. I hadn’t expected this to work. I’d thought that my old inbox file had been corrupted somehow, and that the import would fail when it tried to scan it. But it all came back perfectly, and the new inbox displayed all of my old messages perfectly (albeit slowly again).

(Oh–before I did that, I had managed to find a way of changing the Outlook Express startup setting so that it didn’t launch straight into my inbox. It’s all in the registry: HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT\Identities\ BLAHBLAHGUIDBLAHGUIDGUIDBLAH\ Software\Microsoft\ Outlook Express\5.0 Look for the key called “Launch Inbox”, and change it from 1 to 0. Simple…if you know what you’re looking for.)

Once everything was back, I did get to spend the time sorting out my inbox. It is now lovely and clean, with only three messages in it I need to reply to. And Outlook Express starts up within seconds now. Cool! The last question I have, though, is why I now have a 15Mb file called “Deleted Items.dbx” in my message store, when Oulook tells me that my Deleted Items folder is empty?

Whooooooo…. Message Store of Mystery!

New books in October

Out in October: the new Kinsey Millhone novel, Q is for Quarry by Sue Grafton, and Vectors by Michael P. Kube-McDowell.

I first came across Kube-McDowell when I picked up a remaindered copy of his novel Alternities at a bookshop in St. Andrews. It was a parallel worlds adventure, exciting and fast paced. So I started looking out for more of his stuff. I found The Quiet Pools (1990 Hugo nominee), his Trigon Disunity trilogy (Emprise, Enigma and Empery), and finally I grabbed Exile as soon as it was out over here in 1992. I couldn’t tell you now what the story was about, but I distinctly remember finishing it back then and thinking, “Wow, that was beautiful.”

Since then, he has produced collaborations (with Arthur C. Clarke) and shared world novels (in the Star Wars universe, and Isaac Asimov’s Robot City series), but he hasn’t had a book of his own published in ten years. I remember reading a post he made on Compuserve several years ago about how difficult it is for a midlist science fiction author to stay on a publisher’s radar. The shared world books are easy moneyspinners, and putting Arthur C. Clarke’s name on the cover almost guarantees bestseller status. But how many books will the name “Michael P. Kube-McDowell” shift on its own?

I’m glad that he’s found a publisher (Bantam Spectra) now who will take a chance on him, because he’s a damn fine writer.

Link: K-Mac’s web site.

Nelson Mandela on war with Iraq

Nelson Mandela, in an interview with MSNBC:

“If you look at those matters, you will come to the conclusion that the attitude of the United States of America is a threat to world peace. Because what [America] is saying is that if you are afraid of a veto in the Security Council, you can go outside and take action and violate the sovereignty of other countries. That is the message they are sending to the world. That must be condemned in the strongest terms.”

Old skool

I’ve just signed up with Schoolbank.nl, a Dutch web site that does the same kind of thing as Classmates.com, only, er, in Dutch. Not many people from the Bernardinuscollege have signed up yet, but the site looks to be pretty solid and easy to use, so I’m hopeful about it attracting more old classmates.

You see, every now and then I get curious about what the people I went to school with are doing now. I go Googling for names from the past, but so far I’ve only found a handful of folk. I’m not sure if I want to get back in touch again (for one thing, my Dutch is now at best “gebrekkig”, and I’m a little embarrassed about that), but it’s fun to see what they’re up to, what they’ve done with their lives, and whether they’re happy.

  • Roger Koumans is now Dr. Roger Koumans. He seems to be hanging out at Caltech now, and looking like a surfer dude. (Photo)
  • Evert-Jan Garretsen looks like he is married, and has a young baby called Claire, who was born on 5th September 2001! (Site)
  • Frederique Borghans graduated as a physics teacher. (site)
  • Elke Rettberg got married to Jeroen van Duin in 1999. (site)

Using four search engines as my primary tools (Google, AllTheWeb, Altavista, and Ilse), I have found the names of half a dozen or so others scattered around the web, but without photos attached to them. If there’s no picture, it’s hard to tell if that is really the person I’m looking for. (Which makes me think that I should probably attach a picture of myself to my own home page. Right now, I don’t have any obvious links to any photos. You’d have to know to go to Alex’s home page, and then flip through the images there to see me.)

To be honest, I’m a little surprised not to have found more people from my class. I would have thought that by now more of them would have had their own home page. Maybe I’m not casting my search net wide enough, but more likely they all have better things to do than blog. If I really wanted to track them down, I would start making contact through the variety of email addresses I’ve found, but I’m not that dedicated. I certainly wouldn’t turn away any contacts from old classmates, but seeing their photographs is enough to keep me happy for now.

Aberdeen break

On Wednesday morning we drove up to Aberdeen to see my Grandma. After some lunch, we drove out to Ballater. We checked in to our hotel (the Auld Kirk), then went out for a short wander back into the village. It had been a gloriously sunny day, and the afternoon was just starting to cool off with a fresh breeze. Alex played around on the grass next to the church, and had a great time waving bye-bye to the big buses as they finished their routes and parked in the depot.

In the evening we had dinner at Johnson’s Restaurant, which is part of the hotel. Before we went in, we had drinks in the lounge, and Alex flirted outrageously with the folks at the table next to ours. Really–it was quite shocking. He was turned around in his chair, ducking down behind the back and popping up again with a “boo!” and a shy little grin.

The meal itself was okay, but not more than that. I’ll describe it in a separate review soon.

The next morning we got up to a hearty breakfast, and learned that Alex really doesn’t like porridge. Fortunately, the carpet didn’t show all the spatters very clearly. Afterwards we had another wander into the village, so that Grandma could buy Alex something from the Ballater toy shop. So Grandma has now bought stuff for three generations of kids in my family there now. When my mum and aunt were children, they took holidays in Ballater, and the same toy shop was there. And I remember going there when I was young, too. So now it’s Alex’s turn! I wonder if he’ll carry on the tradition if he eventually has children. I’m sure the toy shop will still be there…

Just before noon we drove onwards to Braemar, in the hope of winning another car. Alex fell asleep on the way, and stayed asleep while we got him out of the car, walked to the Fife Arms hotel, and sat down for a cup of coffee. When he woke up, we headed over to the Alldays shop where we bought the winning packet of film two years ago, but alas, there was no such luck this year. I had found a penny in the street earlier in the day, but even its luck couldn’t reveal more than two matching amounts on the scratchcard. Oh well.

What we lacked in lottery fortune, we made up for in spades with a good hour and a half spent in the grounds of the Braemar Highland Games. The morning haze had lifted, and the grounds were mostly sheltered from the breeze. We sat on the benches while Alex played with his ball, and toddled all around the field. Abi did some cartwheels, which Alex found completely mind-blowing. He clapped and went “yay!” and made Abi do it again and again. He even tried to imitate her, bending over and putting his hands and head on the ground in a partial handstand! I chipped in with a couple of forward rolls, which he enjoyed as well, but not quite to the same extent. I also lifted him up and spun him around a couple of times so that he could be just as cool as his mommy.

I can watch him play for hours. He finds fun and fascination in the littlest of things: rocks, a fence, a bench. Anything can be a toy. You don’t need any fancy battery-operated gizmos. All you need is something you can throw, sort, climb on, or run around. Adults usually need to accessorise their play, but children don’t. Their joy is simple. Whenever I join in with Alex, I find myself getting absorbed in the properties of flaking paint, or in the countless things you can do with handfuls of gravel. I can lose myself in the concentration and delight of his play. It makes me feel young and carefree again.

Eventually, though, it was time to head back. We stopped off again in Ballater for some afternoon tea and cakes, and managed to leave behind Alex’s little blue backpack–the one that clips on to his carrier backpack, in which we keep his changing kit, spare clothes, and backup biscuits. Unfortunately, we didn’t notice this until we left Grandma’s in the evening, and wanted to change his nappy. Fortunately, though, the nice folks at the tea room found it and kept hold of it, and will be putting it in the post to us.

We had considered going out to dinner again, but we were all still pretty full from the previous night, a big breakfast, and the afternoon cakes. So we ended up stopping off at Asda, picking up some cold meats, and having a nice little sit down meal in Grandma’s kitchen. We had also considered staying on in Aberdeenshire for another night. Maybe drive out West or North, find someplace to stay, and then do some more wandering around the next day. But it was getting late, we were getting a bit tired, Alex hadn’t slept too well the previous night, and we just didn’t think we’d get enough enjoyment out of another night in a hotel to make it worth our while. So at just before eight, we set off home again.

We had a fabulous time. And Alex is old enough now to know that he enjoyed himself, too. Because just before we left, he toddled over to Grandma, took the noo-noo out of his mouth, and stuck his face and mouth up to give her a kiss. He loves his Grandma, and she loves him.