Author: Bob Benz

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Facebook goes viral on me

I noticed recently that some students I informally mentor at Ohio University created a Facebook group for their online magazine, the most excellent Speakeasy. That was all the excuse I needed to hop over to Facebook and check it out.

First rude awakening: My workplace blocks Facebook, informing me that it is questionable content and bumping me straight to the company’s intranet site.

Undaunted, I waited till I got home to check it out. I registered, poked around a bit and kinda forgot about it.

Then I got a ping from my friend Tiffany, noting she was listing me as a friend in Facebook. That drew me back, and I started messing around with it more, adding a photo and details in my profile. Then I stumbled across a really cool feature that allows Facebook to scan your Yahoo (or Gmail or whatever) e-mail address book for people who are already in Facebook. Once you get the list, you can start adding them to your friends list.

Before I knew it, I had 17 friends in Facebook. Very easy. Very addictive. I’m also on Linked In, but I’ve never really paid much attention to it, to be honest. Maybe it’s because I’ve always perceived that as a place to look for jobs and I’m pretty happy where I am.

Next rude awakening: The damn thing made me realize how freakin’ old I am. I noticed most of my friends are in their 20s. I started searching for folks my age (mid-40s), first by looking for Edinboro grads who would be my contemporaries (none) and then by searching my hometown for folks my age (none). Ouch.

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Donate to a good cause

Joanne’s nephew Noah is battling Leukemia and Joanne is planning a hike to raise money for the The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. If you are looking for a great cause to donate to, here’s your chance …

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Anatomy of a Nightmare

I just finished Philip Short’s Pol Pot: Anatomy of a Nightmare, an excellent biography of the crazed Khmer Rouge leader.

I’ve been fascinated by Cambodia’s nightmare since the mid-’80s, when the first survivor accounts started trickling out. I read several, including To Destroy You Is No Loss. I also read Elizabeth Becker’s very good When the War Was Over. I watched the Killing Fields and Swimming to Cambodia. I read extensively about Angkor Watt and ancient Khmer civilization. One of my travel goals is to one day visit Angkor Watt. And then I moved on to other things ….

But when I saw a review of Short’s book, I couldn’t resist. It’s fantastic and gets a lot closer to why this happened. How the fuck does a smiling, amiable guy named Saloth Sar go from getting handjobs from old King Monivong’s concubines to laying waste to an entire nation? It just seems inconceivable that something like this could happen.

Piece by piece, Short shows the roots of this horror, from the seething violence the simmers beneath the friendly face of Cambodian culture to the Theravada Buddhist rejection of the individual to the world politics that were playing out in Southeast Asia.

Pol Pot’s wfe, Ponnary, dissolves into a paranoid schizophrenic haze, fearing Vietnamese conspiracies in every corner. Odd the way her affliction serves as metaphor for the Cambodian-Vietnamese relationship.

Other interesting points in the Short biography:

  • He argues, compellingly, I think, that this wasn’t genocide. The goal wasn’t to wipe out the Cambodian people. It really was more a program of systematic slavery.
  • The complexities of Cold War politics are brought startlingly to light. Even after the Khmer Rouge have been run off, the United States backs them, working in league with China to keep Soviet expansionism (via Vietnam) in check.
  • Cool quote: “Pol Pot has died like a ripe papaya (falling from a tree). No one killed him, no one poisoned him. Now he’s Wnished. He has no power, he has no rights, he is no more than cow shit. Cow shit is more important than him. We can use it for fertilizer.” Mok, another worthless piece of cow shit who was one of Pol Pot’s two main military supporters.
  • I took particular interest in Laurence Picq, one of two non-Asians to live though Pol’s reign of terror. She was a Frenchwoman married to one of the Khmer Rouge officials. Strange. Very strange. I’ve already Googled her and intend to read her book about the experience. Apparently, she came into it a believer. I wonder what she’s thinking now …