• Roger Fisher on Proxy Murder

    There is a young man, probably a Navy officer, who accompanies the President. This young man has a black attaché case which contains the codes that are needed to fire nuclear weapons. I could see the President at a staff meeting considering nuclear war as an abstract question. He might conclude: “On SIOP Plan One, the decision is affirmative, Communicate the Alpha line XYZ.” Such jargon holds what is involved at a distance.

    My suggestion was quite simple: Put that needed code number in a little capsule, and then implant that capsule right next to the heart of a volunteer. The volunteer would carry with him a big, heavy butcher knife as he accompanied the President. If ever the President wanted to fire nuclear weapons, the only way he could do so would be for him first, with his own hands, to kill one human being. The President says, “George, I’m sorry but tens of millions must die.” He has to look at someone and realize what death is—what an innocent death is. Blood on the White House carpet. It’s reality brought home.

    When I suggested this to friends in the Pentagon they said, “My God, that’s terrible. Having to kill someone would distort the President’s judgment. He might never push the button.“

    - Roger Fisher, Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, March 1981 issue

  • Fume of Sighs

    Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
    Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
    Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
    What is it else? A madness most discreet,
    A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

    - Romeo, Romeo & Juliet, Act 1, Scene 1

  • The Secret Life of Passwords

    Amid all that is ephemeral, we strive for permanence, in this case ignoring instructions to make passwords disposable, opting instead to preserve our special ones. These very tendencies are what distinguish us as a species.

    I really enjoyed reading this. Also, my passwords have absolutely no personal sentiment whatsoever - maybe that means I’m a sociopath. Or a computer.

  • Reborn

    It took me 2 years of rumination and good-ol’ procrastination to finally get my website back up on its feet. I think I might have more to say than my self 2 years ago, so let’s hope it stays up.

    Also, over the course of the next few months, I will also be manually importing my old travelogue archive into this new incarnation, complete with my old writings and photos. It’ll be nice to revisit.