Note: I wrote this several months ago but am just now posting, fwiw.

Cover Leaf

In this riveting biography of Dennis Rodman, Wolf Blitzer details the quest of the NBA star of ‘90s fame to save the future, a future where all Americans speak Korean and worship the God of Olympia (Rodman himself), second only to the Eternal Leader, Kim Jong-un.

Based on 90 hours of face-to-face interviews of the future Dennis Rodman (who has now come back to the present and married the only person worthy of himself — the current Dennis Rodman), Blitzer chronicles Rodmans’ journey, which begins on a crisp Saturday in October. A black van screeches to a halt not three feet away from Rodman, on an allegedly empty street in LA. When the van’s sliding door opens, Rodman is pleasantly surprised to see his second-best-only-to-Kim North Korean friend, an old-guard lieutenant of the DPRK and esteemed Korean intellectual, Richard.

When Richard debriefs Rodman on Kim’s plan to cryonize Korea’s Black Hope, a riveting tale of friendship and betrayal spirals out of control… eventually, when Rodman is decryonized 500 years later.

Nominated for the 2018 Nobel Prize in Literature, Dennis Rodman: A Biography will keep you on the edge of your seat and awestruck by how one Chicago Bull from Trenton will have saved the world in the would-otherwise-be-coming Kimpocalypse.


Five stars

Blitzer’s masterful retelling of the not-so-distant almost future is bound to make readers stop to think about how far we’ve come in what some commentators have called a post-political world.

Although President Donald Trump is not mentioned on the cover leaf, his multiple colossal failures play a prominent role in the would-be coming global nuclear destabilization. We have already seen dozens of escalating speeches by Trump in regard to North Korea. Perhaps it should not surprise us that the Mentally Deranged U.S. Dotard, as Trump would have officially been referred to in the future North Korean world order, would have launched a nuclear bomb at North Korea in a fit of rage after Arnold Schwarzenegger’s The Apprentice finally would have surpassed its old ratings under Trump.

But this biography is not about Trump or Schwarzenegger or Kim Jong-un. It is about one man and his will to save the future of Planet Earth as we know it. It will cause the sports world to reimagine Rodman’s career in light of the darkest historical timeline, which he singularly prevented through a mixture of basketball skills and worldwide fame.

This biography starts where it matters. Not in Trenton where Rodman was born nor during his back-to-back winning seasons for the Chicago Bulls — but rather in the year 2019, the year Rodman is frozen alive inside the Glorious Sanitarium of the Eternal Revolution.

The friendship between Rodman and Jong-un is notoriously well known, but Rodman’s biography puts to rest any speculation on the extent of the two world leaders’ friendship. In one of the most emotionally intense chapters of the book, a scene of love and rage is on full display as we are taken to Rodman and Jong-un’s reunion of 2019. Without giving away too many spoilers, Rodman did not want to be cryonized but eventually obeyed the Eternal Leader, all while scheming the dictator’s eventual fall.

We are taken into the future and back again, through picturesque Korean jungles in search of a mad scientist’s 5000-year-old time machine invention, to high-octane chases atop self-driving Uber cars. (Yes, Uber still would have existed in the darkest timeline.)

Dennis Rodman: A Biography is the most important book of our time. You will be held captive from page 1 to 843 by a narrative that’s not only wildly entertaining, but also sure to reshape our sociological wisdom for years to come.

One of the first things I had to do as a newly minted web developer was make elements on the page reactive beyond what I could do with my months of study of JavaScript and jQuery. I was introduced to Knockout and Vue at around that time, and I’ve tinkered a little with React.

Vue has been by far easier for me than React, mainly because the setup for Vue is much like other JS libraries (Slick, for instance) that I’m used to including on a project. That is, you download a file or folder and include it in a script tag on your web page, before your main script. Vue even looks a little bit like Slick with how it requires calling a function that just takes an object with properties to define your configuration. No ES6 classes, no npm or Webpack build processes to figure out, if you don’t want to mess with all that. Vue also can be easily used with the HTML you already have; no need to learn JSX.

The part about not having to compile code is the part I really like. I have been working on an app idea recently that requires a lot of compiling, and I’m just kind of sick and tired of it. Whenever I can, I try to go back to the good old days of my first web design training, when I could just write some files and be done, like magic.

For this reason, for the past week and a half, I’ve wondered away from my side project to do a funner side side project. That’s what reactive libraries were made for anyway, right?

The side side project is titled simply “Matt Watson’s Games,” and my idea was to push Vue components with string templates as far as I could without resorting to an npm build situation. I decided to give up .vue component files or any kind of URL routing or store state management, apart from whatever I might be able to write without using an npm package. (Not even any scss, so the new CSS variables ended up being super handy.) There’s just something I like about being able to code static files with plain old css, js and html, upload those few files to a server, and call it a day.

There is a live version running at, and the repo is here. I’m in the middle of coding Mancala right now. All the games are purely frontend and meant to be played by two people on the same device. Data-persisting multiplayer games are completely another kind of project I won’t be doing any time soon, although I did just get a copy of the 447-page book HTML5 Games: Novice to Ninja by Earle Castledine. We’ll see…

I plan to come back to this project occasionally and keep adding games… until I don’t anymore. For every game, I make a new file containing the necessary Vue string template components. Not a very pretty system, but not bad considering there is no build system. And it’s a lot of fun to work on.

I haven’t been updating this blog much for the last two years, partly because it’s a blog and that’s what you do with blogs, and partly because I’ve spent the last two years doing a lot of things and making a lot of changes to my life, personal and professional.

As many of you know, I’m getting married in July to the love of my life, Dr. (!) Anna Wan.

Engagement photo.

We’ve been dating for I suppose long enough now and will be living our life together in the Hub City, of which, if you’ve landed on this web page from some random Google search, you might think to be New York or New Orleans or New England or some other very non-new city. In fact, the Hub City is right here in our neck of the woods — Hattiesburg, Mississippi!

Another big change has been in my career. In the summer of 2016, I was getting along with pursuing a PhD degree in Spanish literature in the great state of Alabama… where there are lots of BBQ…

Dreamland in Tuscaloosa
Dreamland in Tuscaloosa

While I learned a lot there and became a better Spanish teacher and reader, I decided to leave the program early and pursue a job I was offered at Mad Genius in Ridgeland, Miss., as a web developer. It was something quite new for me, but I have fallen in love with coding and am thrilled to have been given this opportunity. My brother also works there and has been teaching me his Jedi ways.

So, from here on out I’ll be posting more informal chatter than I have before (trying to get away from Facebook as much as possible anyway). The switch to coding/programming has been a two-year transition, and there have been a lot of tidbits I’ve been thinking would be fun to blog about. I’m sure I won’t update as often as I want to in this moment, as I sit here writing at 11:10pm on a Thursday, all psyched up about blogzz. But hopefully, I can keep it in a consistently barely revived state. I’ll try tagging or categorizing my boring coding posts so that you’re forewarned if that’s not your thing.

The late French philosopher Rene Girard was known for his theory of mimetic desire — that we desire something after seeing someone else desire it, then fight over it, then find a scapegoat to blame all the aftermath on so that we can go back to being at peace with one another.

Earth’s resources are limited, inhibiting the fulfillment of all of our desires. Without a fitting scapegoat to blame, we turn to fighting each other and power grabbing.

A lot of bad things happen in Mississippi, as I suppose they do anywhere in the world.

Change occurs rarely here, but there is one change agent that always seems to stir up things from time to time. That change agent, and all-around scapegoat, is Yazoo clay.

You see, Mississippi is home to the Yazoo Formation of the Jackson Group, a “fairly homogeneous unit consisting of blue-green to blue-gray, calcareous, fossiliferous clay, cropping out in a northwest-southeast trending belt across nearly three fourths the width of central Mississippi.”1

In fact, it’s so fossiliferous that great big prehistoric whales have been found here, such as the Basilosaurus, our state fossil. Or Cynthiacetus maxwelli, discovered in Cynthia, Miss., by Britt Maxwell, an engineer who blogs about things like Yazoo clay.

I grew up in the clay region. I lived the life of a city slicker in the metropolitan that is Jackson, so I have hardly ever seen or touched this clay personally, but I heard about it so often it feels like I’ve been digging in this stuff my whole life.

Is there a crack in the wall? Is the doorknob jammed? Do the closet sliding doors not meet in the middle exactly right?

It’s the Yazoo clay.

This special dirt, according to Maxwell’s blog, once thrived on other lands. The polygon cracked surface formations of deserts in parts of Texas, called hogwallows, are the result of prehistoric Yazoo clay-like conditions. Maxwell’s extensive blog posts on this subject show that even Mars may have had Yazoo clay, because it has hogwallows too. It’s everywhere!

Or at least it was everywhere. Texas and Mars are better off nowadays. I’ve been to Texas, and they have massive, high bridges the likes of which I’d never dreamed living here in Mississippi. The Martians are said to have better technology too. I choose to blame that on our wet soil and clay, which is very much still alive.

Sometimes I even wonder if the federal government had a hand in the shifting mess we’re in. That’s right, the feds. I was having dinner with someone in Hattiesburg the other day who told me half-jokingly that the foundation problems of a new residential development down there could be related to the atomic bomb they detonated 30 miles southward.


Yes. “Just google it: ‘hattiesburg atomic bomb,’” he said and went back to eating his pasta. It’s true. It’s all true.

Home foundations are one thing, but the roads — they are the real doozies. The roads in central Mississippi are terrible.2 Everyone else in the nation has immaculate roads compared to ours. Many a concerned citizen has brought the issue up before city councils and boards of aldermen. Investigations have been initiated to find the councilmen and -women responsible for all the potholes and bumps. News reports abound, calling attention to the matter. There is much finger-pointing to go around.

You can blame potholes on city governance, a faulty foundation on the construction company, and a door jam on the guy from Lowes.

But I like to think that on most days we just carry on with our lives and blame it on the Yazoo clay.

Because you can’t stay mad forever, and Yazoo clay, lying entombed under the ground and out of sight, is as good a scapegoat as any.

March 26, 2017, Byram, Miss.

  1. Stover, Curtis W., Ross D. Williams and Charles O. M. Peel. “Yazoo Clay: Engineering Aspects and Environmental Geology of an Expansive Clay.” Circular 1. Mississippi Department of Natural Resources, Bureau of Geology. 1988. 

  2. As well as the rest of the roads in the state, but the clay is in central Mississippi, and that’s what I’m talking about right now, so don’t change the subject. 

Lately, I’ve been reading The Harvard Classics when I get a chance, and I am currently on Volume 10, which is The Wealth of Nations, the foundational treatise spelling out the classical principles of free trade and commerce. Written between the years 1766 and 1776 by the English philosopher Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations is one of those classics that remind you why you read the classics.

Going back to looking at the basic principles behind free markets spelled out in such a simple manner helps one to put many things into perspective, including current political economic debates and, more excitingly, one’s own standing in the economic food chain.

I have only read some 40 of 500 plus pages, so there’s that. But so far, the concept that is haunting me is what Smith calls the division of labor.

I’ve never been good at division — ask my students when I screw up their averages — so this is probably dangerous territory for me.1

Nonetheless, the principle of the division of labor says that free trade and commerce allow for individuals in society to supply their “necessaries and conveniences” abundantly by working one trade and selling the surplus they do not need for themselves to someone else. In other words, our labor is far more productive when concentrated to a specific task than if we were all running about the jungle having to fend for ourselves in every aspect of life from foraging for food to making our own clothes and houses.

The whole point of living in a society of free and developed trade and commerce — what Smith calls simply a “civilized country” (13) — is not to have just enough to live off of, but rather to have a surplus of wealth. Free trade and commerce is, therefore, not (supposed to be) a zero-sum game. Wealth, whether we’re talking about actual material goods or their representation in money, is created in abundance for everyone, and it’s largely due to the efficiency of the division of labor.

“Every workman,” says Smith, “has a great quantity of his own work to dispose of beyond what he himself has occasion for,” meaning he can sell the surplus and build wealth. For this reason, already by the time of Smith’s writing, he can say that “the accommodation of an European prince does not always so much exceed that of an industrious and frugal peasant” (15-17).

In a way, perhaps this is even more true today, where people living in poverty or near it use and consume much of the same stuff as presidents and CEOs — microwaves, the Internet, air conditioning, clothes, donuts, a lot of things.

However, I’m not sure most of us in the current economy are as well off, relatively speaking, as Smith’s hypothetical industrious and frugal peasant. And certainly, a great swath of the American populace does not possess anything like an abundance of wealth.


Because many do not reap the surplus produce of their labor.

And why is that?

Well, folks, the answer is as old as prostitution itself: rent and stock. Says Smith:

[T]he whole produce of labour does not always belong to the labourer. He must in most cases share it with the owner of the stock which employs him. […] As soon as the land of any country has all become private property, the landlords, like all other men, love to reap where they never sowed, and demand a rent even for its natural produce. […] In every society the price of every commodity finally resolves itself into some one or other, or all of those three parts [i.e., labor, stock and rent]. (50-51)

So according to my understanding, the laborer’s surplus produce (which is measured, essentially, by the money/wealth he brings in) is divvied up to the owner of the enterprise and the owner of the land (and these two people may or may not be the same person). This seems fair and equitable, but problems arise quickly.

Smith illustrates, over several pages, why it is that the laborer gets the short end of the stick, but the reason is basically that the laborer has less bargaining power. He often lives paycheck-to-paycheck, so to speak, and has to take whatever he can get, even if it means the great part of his surplus produce goes to the bosses. There are other factors that can also give the landowners and stockholders the edge at the negotiation table, such as laws that favor them, or their ability to conspire to fix wages.

This is a classical understanding of how wages are determined, and while it is very basic and probably doesn’t take into consideration specific present-day complexities, it can at the least present non-financially minded folk, such as myself, with a springboard to start asking questions about the work they do every day.

Specifically, are we getting any surplus wealth from our labor? This, really, is the main question. Again, the whole point of free markets in a civilized society is to create “universal opulence which extends itself to the lowest ranks of the people” (15).

It’s simply a question of how much of their own surplus wealth workers are getting from their labor. Basically, are you getting paid for what you actually do?

You should ideally be getting paid something proportional and reasonable to the wealth you create. It seems like our current system of wages and salaries are increasingly becoming smokescreens to separate you from your real produce.2 Whatever the reason for that, it seems to me to be the great illusion of our times.

Obviously, this is in the interest of your boss and not in the interest of you, and in a society of free markets, you should be able to quit and go somewhere in which you do enjoy some portion of your surplus wealth. But that’s the catch: It’s not free, because there are too many hands and special interest policies between you and your surplus wealth. If you are earning just enough to live off of month to month, which is the case for almost everyone I know, then you are either not getting paid enough (that is, in proportion to your surplus produce) or not enough people want your produce (that is, there is no demand for what you’re selling).

That’s why, in my opinion, so many people exude anger in today’s political discourse and tend to vote for candidates who promise to execute extreme measures.

Everyone is tired of feeling cheated, which is understandable. How many people work from year to year and have little to show for it but the fact that they’ve managed to stay alive? If you think of your ten closest friends, it’s likely that none of them is really able to build wealth and live comfortably without fear of losing his or her livelihood due to some sudden changing circumstance. They don’t have any money to save or invest. Life insurance, health insurance and retirement plans represent chump change savings and rarely result in a significant return for the individual, all in a lifetime’s work. And regarding taxes and government … well, I just won’t even go there, except to mention death taxes. DEATH TAXES.

What I think we should keep in mind though is that the enemy is not the process of free markets, per se, but rather the extent to which that process is subverted by certain groups that want to exploit the surplus wealth created by your average worker. These exploitations of surplus wealth are ingrained in many parts of today’s economic system. They are so common that we often don’t think about them, and they thrive under many disguises. Perhaps in future posts, I will go into further details about these wolves in sheep’s clothing.

April 27, 2016, Tuscaloosa, Ala.

  1. Just kidding. That never happens. Ever. 

  2. There are many consumer protection laws that are meant to empower the consumer to know what they are buying. I think similar laws should be passed to protect wage and salary earners. Much like the nutrition facts on food products, our pay stubs should come with a printed percentage figure of how much of our surplus wealth our wage represents. I’m still trying to come up with a catchy name for the bill. Email me if you think of one.