Archive for May 2nd, 2004

Deciphering the World System

Sunday, May 2nd, 2004
Posted by Keith

I noticed an add in the google bar recently for the truly true and really real secrets of the Da Vinci Code. Now, as a writer, I’m fascinated by codes and ciphers. They make for some of the most engrossing literary devices around: Illuminatus!, Cryptonomicon, and Faucoult’s Pendulum all make masterful use of the code macguffin. But if anyone really thinks there’s some mystical code in Da Vinci or the Bible, you’re mistaking the map for the territory it represents.

People have been trying to make sense of the world since antiquity. It’s even been argued by cognitive scientists that this is what the human brain is for- creating order out of the chaotic stimuli of existence. The problem arises when we mistake our perception of order as being Out There instead of just in our heads. Just look through any well researched history book and you’ll discover the Caesar’s propensity for relying on Haraspix, Etruscan soothsayers who read the future in the entrails of animals. This is a laughable notion, here in the 21st century, of course. We’re more sophisticated than that. We look for coded previews within the dense pages of books.

According to proponents of the Bible Code–itself a subset of the genre of biblical numerology and Kabbalistic mysticism popular since the Middle Ages–the Hebrew Pentateuch can be decoded through an equidistant-letter-sequencing software program. The idea is to take every nth letter, where n equals whatever number you wish: 7, 19, 3,027. Print out that string of letters in a block of type, then search left to right, right to left, top to bottom, bottom to top, and diagonally in any direction for any interesting patterns. Seek and ye shall find.

Predictably, in 1997 Drosnin “discovered” such current events as Yitzhak Rabin’s assassination, Benjamin Netanyahu’s election, Comet Shoemaker-Levy 9’s collision with Jupiter, Timothy McVeigh and the Oklahoma City bombing, and, of course, the end of the world in 2000. Because the world did not end and current events dated his first book, Drosnin continued the search and learned–lo and behold–that the Bible predicted the Bill and Monica tryst, the Bush-Gore election debacle and, of course, the World Trade Center cataclysm.

Just like the prophecies of soothsayers past and present, all such predictions are actually postdictions (note that not one psychic or astrologer forewarned us about 9/11). To be tested scientifically, Bible codes would need to predict events before they happen. They won’t, because they can’t–as Danish physicist Niels Bohr averred, predictions are difficult, especially about the future. Instead, in 1997 Drosnin proposed this test of his thesis: “When my critics find a message about the assassination of a prime minister encrypted in Moby Dick, I’ll believe them.”1

And of course, you could use Moby Dick, Ulysses, or any novel of sufficient length to find coded references to world events- after the fact. Any sufficiently complex information system (a pretty good definition of a book) will contain enough data points, loosely arranged to allow for individual interpretation. This is a rather technical way of saying books are full of metaphor and simile, and our brains can rearrange them in numerous, nearly infinite ways, to say anything we want (just don’t try and tell a Fundy this, they may want to string you up as one of those dirty athiests who don’t deserve citizenship). Yet and still, people look for absolute meaning in-between the covers a book. What they find is, well, a debatable and unfortunate collection of unverifiable notions that may make for comforting myths but leave a lot to be desired in the way of truth content.

If there is an encrypted message in all this numerological poppycock it is this: there is a deep connection between how the mind works and how we perceive the world works. We are pattern-seeking animals, the descendants of hominids who were especially dexterous at making causal links between events in nature. The associations were real often enough that the ability became engrained in our neural architecture. Unfortunately, the belief engine sputters occasionally, identifying false patterns as real. The habit of faltering may not be enough to prevent you from passing on your genes for detecting false positives to the next generation, but it does create superstitious and magical thinking. This process is coupled to the law of large numbers that accompanies our complex world, where, as it is said, million-to-one odds happen eight times a day in New York City.2

Now, that I�ve effectively ripped apart this little strawman, I�d like to point out that looking for codes in books is a hobby of mine. I don�t take the results seriously, but it�s certainly an interesting way to stretch one�s imagination and look at the world from a different perspective. if more people looked for codes in the Bible and other novels like this, we might have a far more imaginative and creative culture, one that recognizes the psychological truths of fairy tales and mystery codes, while chuckling merrily at the idea that they mean anything more than that our highly organized brains are capable of surprising things sometimes.

Telegrams in the Sand

Sunday, May 2nd, 2004
Posted by Keith

I’ve decided to post the Dispatches from Iraq on their own page. Parts 1 and 2 are up now, and I should have part 3 up shortly.

I’ve decided to do this for because they are important documents, deserving of their own space. They shouldn’t have to fight for elbow room with my haphazard rants, literary obsessions, and pictures of my cat. I’ll still post excerpts here, and link to the page whenever I update. I’ve also added the link to the sidebar. So bookmark it and check the page often.

Dispatches from Iraq, Part 2

Sunday, May 2nd, 2004
Posted by Keith

Christian is an aquaintence of my friend, Jenny. He’s in Iraq, working as a Contractor and sends back dispatches, letting us know what life is like there in and out of the Green Zone.

Baghdad 2004-04-28

Hello everyone!

I hope this e-mail finds you well.

Much to write about since I last sent a dispatch. First, I have received a tremendous response and more people have wanted me to add them to the newsletter. I have also had a few people requesting permission to forward on my dispatches. Feel free to forward them as you see fit. One of my objectives is to relate as much as possible of what I see is happening here on the ground in Iraq.

I will start with my trip to Baghdad. I was scheduled to depart last Saturday. They picked me up at the hotel in the early morning and drove me to an Army/Air Force base in the Kuwait. While there, I met up with the other contractors flying into Iraq. Many of them were blue collar types destined for a myriad of locations from Mosul to Baghdad. A couple guys I talked to were headed off to help run an ice factory. Another guy was to go work at a prison. Pretty rough and ready types all bent on seeking their various fortunes while leaving their loved ones back home. Some were clearly there for their country. Several wore t-shirts emblazoned with “Operation Iraqi Freedom”. Most were Southerners. Of these, the majority were Texans. I’m already slipping into a Southern accent.

The process for boarding the C-130 was extremely tedious. (for those unfamiliar, this is the standard US military plane used to transport cargo and personnel. They can also be converted into AC-130 gunships by installing weapons these were used today in Fallujah to target insurgents) The whole boarding process was stop and go, stop and go. A lot of waiting around to hurry up and wait some more. “Hurry up and wait” as those in the military refer to it. The whole boarding operation was contracted out to a firm. Every job in the process was outsourced except for the crew of the C-130. Although outsourcing has been happening in the military for a while, it seems to be gathering pace. I wonder if one day the entire military will be outsourced! Probably not but I think the trend will continue.

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Read the rest of Christian’s Dispatches from Iraq.