Tuesday


16
Aug 11

Things to read

Make the authorities nervous, and they’ll cut your lines of communication. The British? Oh, no. This was in California. There was a shooting that led to chatter about protests, which made the locals overreact, killing cell service:

Since shutting down cell service on Thursday to try to quell rumored protests which never came to fruition, the Bay Area Transit Authority (BART) has had an interesting weekend and Monday.

Aside from getting investigated by the FCC as to whether it exceeded its authority in shutting off cellphones, the myBART website has been hacked by collective Anonymous on Sunday, with Anonymous claiming that the hack was motivated by the fact that BART’s actions were anti-free speech. The breech exposed identifiable contact information of over 2,000 employees and passengers.

While the original protests were planned in response to the shootings of Charles Hill and Oscar Grant by transit police, Anonymous also took their anti-BART campaign to real life by organizing more protests against the cell service disruption, starting today at San Francisco’s Civic Center station at 5pm. This resulted in a sort of dual protest, both for the cell service issue and the deaths.

According to local reports, the movement was at its height around 100 people, chanting slogans like “No justice, no peace, disband the BART police.” All in all four subway stations, Civic Center, Powell, Embarcadero and Montgomery were shut down and reopened within an hour’s period. Perhaps having learned its lesson the hard way, BART did not interfere with cell service this time, although it had threatened to.

That’s not about Anonymous, but about what might have been. Consider if there had been an emergency of any kind. Thankfully nothing of the sort seemed to happen, but had there been a need to make a phone call, everyone would have been helpless.

It is also about precedent, and the comfortability of doing such a thing again. This is a fair way down that argumentative slippery slope.

Does the Associated Press “get it”? You can pick up the new style book — the reporter’s Bible, as it were — for $13 on Amazon, or $20 on their own site. It’ll cost you $25 to get the iPhone app. I wish them well with that, but they’ve inverted their model.

One more time: you make the app once and you don’t have to bind it, run new editions or distribute it. (Well, you shouldn’t have to, but it seems they are pushing the app as a yearly thing, rather than simply updating the pre-existing app like every other offering in the app store.) So the overhead is gone. This is, then, a pure profit machine. Should people find it necessary to download one. But I doubt that is happening as much as they’d like. The stylebook itself (which does get updated every year in the dead tree edition) is a small enough (read, portable) piece that you can carry it anywhere. And if you’re going to have to pay for annual app updates you may as well just have the book.

Albert Brown survived the 65-mile Bataan Death March. He spent more than three years in captivity, contracting and fighting off so many diseases and ailments that, when he was liberated, doctors told him to not expect to see his 50th birthday:

But Brown soldiered on, moving to California, attending college again and renting out properties to the era’s biggest Hollywood stars, including Joan Fontaine and Olivia de Havilland. He became friends with John Wayne and Roy Rogers, doing some screen tests along the way.

“I think he had seen so much horror that after the war, he was determined to enjoy his life,” Moore said.

He recently died at 105 years old. It is a great story that I commend to you. And there’s a timeless quote from his biographer: “The underlying message for today’s returning veterans is that there’s hope, not to give in no matter how bleak the moment may seem. You will persevere and can find the promise of a new tomorrow, much like (Brown) had found.”

You can run away from this robot, if you can run 6.9 miles an hour. Also, it has knees. There’s a video, which can’t be embedded (sure, there’s a running robot, but you can’t embed this clip … ) and it is clear, the Cylons are here.

If you’ll recall, this spring was when Skynet was supposed to take over. I’m no Luddite, but they can’t take over if we don’t invent them. Just remember that when the mechanical reckoning comes.

I’ve covered a lot of horrible stories of death, murder, callous views of humanity and all manner of nearly unspeakable horrors. (There’s a reason I left hard news.) This one is just about the worst story I’ve ever read.


9
Aug 11

There is a quiz at the bottom of this post

Visited the financial adviser. She advised that I should have more money. This must become a repetitive part of her day. But, then, the degree of serious intonation could change on grave market days. Now you really need more money.

I am reminded of the line from the country song, some one told the narrator that Wall Street fell, but, he said, he was so poor that he could not discern the problem or understand, really, the implications as it directly related to his hard scrabble lifestyle.

Instead, his father went to work for Roosevelt, moved, and bought appliances. And the middle of the century was born.

Where can people move today? The moon. What a great concept this would be. Now all we need is a catchy name and acronym. Lunar Citizen Division. When they get up there they can build the solar system’s largest LCD screen, which would be perfect. On those clear nights you could watch reruns of Seinfeld, and forget about all of your problems down here. “Sure, the financial adviser said I needed to think about my medium term investments, but Jerry’s date has man hands! No soup for her!”

Our friend the financial adviser is very nice, happy, laughs a lot and complimentary and optimistic. I suppose they all have to be at this point, right? Besides, she works on the second floor of a two-story building. Not a lot of options there like you read about from the 1930s. The Roaring Twenties gave way to the Howlin’, Splattin’ Thirties. No one speaks of these things if they don’t have to. (And, of course, no one wants to see that happen today for a variety of reasons. I only mention it to say the following.) We leave such heavy lifting to Jean Claude Van Damme.

What a terrible movie. But the most recent quote on YouTube is great: “Man, 2004 is going to awesome!”

I suspect that it will, young man, I suspect that it will. Someone else, meanwhile, commented about a plot hole in a Van Damme film. And that’s why you should never read YouTube comments.

He’s still working, by the way. Four movies this year and three next year, so good for him. You’ll see none of them, and they’ll all have a fighting chance of being better than Time Cop.

Mowed the lawn. Specifically the back of the property. The front and sides were shown who is the landscaping boss around here at an earlier date. I was drenched, not from exertion so much as humidity. We will soon need new ways to define area stickiness. Gross, hardened syrup sometimes just doesn’t cover it as a descriptor.

Also cleaned one gutter, pulling some 38 pounds of leaves and sediment from the aluminium tray. This is good news: they are well mounted. If that had been shoddy craftmanship they’d have landed on the ground long ago.

This was the first real exercise of our new ladder. It is one of those folding, finger-pinching modular jobs. One ladder which can take on 35 shapes. You must make your own transformer noises, but I spend a considerable part of my youth in the 1980s, so this is not a problem.

I’m not sure how many of the positions the ladder creates will actually be useful, only that we can reach our largest ceiling, and yet the thing is light enough to be carried by one person and can be stowed without drastically changing any current storage plans. I meticulously work on storage plans, carefully arranging the stacking and order of things on the likelihood that they will be needed in any emergent scenario. Occasionally I realize I’ve mis-prioritized, or worse, mis-judged the odds of a scenario and must reshape the attic, or the garage or some other small area. It doesn’t keep me up nights, but I have had moments of clarity about these things in that fugue before you open your eyes in the morning.

So the ladder fits in the scheme of things nicely. Until it bites off an index finger. And you could see that happening.

Meanwhile, we are still waiting on the coupler for the washing machine. That’s an inconvenience. And I have some words on slides. Now I am memorizing the things I want to say around them. It is an unfortunate waste of your morning to see someone read word-for-word, from a screen. I give one lecture in one class where I do that. And that is the first one. I put up lots of words, speak slowly and repeat them. This is crucial information for that class that should stick with the students for years. And, then, I tell them never to do that in a presentation. But be sure you got the completeness of my very important message.

After that my presentations are usually one or three words each. I have not yet reached that higher level of existences where my PowerPoint presentations are nothing but bad clip art. Perchance to dream.

Today’s pop quiz: What does this butter and the United States economy have in common?

Butter

The answer is not: neither one should be left on the counter.


2
Aug 11

Football season

Practice starts tomorrow. Here’s a look at last year, a fine photo gallery put together by Oregon Live before their Ducks faced Auburn in the BCS Championship game.

Thirty-something days and counting …

In professional camps, Cam Newton is getting positive early reviews with the Panthers. As always on a sports post, read the comments at your own risk.

There’s other stuff, too, National Night Out, where our neighborhood said “Dude. This is August,” and just recalled that they met people last year. Even the police didn’t bother to cruise through the neighborhood handing out the campaign literature. Now, if someone had been out offering ‘Smores and lemonade …

Speaking of lemonade, there’s the intent of the law and then there’s the intent of the law, and you can add this to your list of communities to avoid — or flock to, as you like — when reading this story:

Police closed down a lemonade stand in Coralville last week, telling its 4-year-old operator and her dad that she didn’t have a permit.

An officer told Abigail Krutsinger’s father Friday that she couldn’t run the stand as RAGBRAI bicyclers poured into Coralville.

And here’s another one, same town:

A mother of six also said her kids had their lemonade stand on 18th Avenue shut down after just 20 minutes.

Bobbie Nelson said she laughed when a police officer told her that a permit to sell lemonade would cost $400.

“The kids were devastated,” Nelson said. “They just cried and didn’t understand why.”

[…]

Mitch Gross, a member of the Coralville City Council, said he believes the city will learn a lesson from this. Gross said he expects future ordinances to apply only for vendors who set out to “make a profit.”

“It was never our intent to shut down kid’s lemonade stands,” Gross said. “We never really thought about it.”

That’s refreshing of the councilman, who admitted openly that he and his colleagues did not think through the two-day ordinance they passed in order to capitalize on a visiting bike tour’s tourist influx. Err. I mean looking out for people. So which is it? Money-hungry or nanny statism? So hard to choose sides somedays, isn’t it?

Do read those comments, where the people are throwing lemons back at the city.

And, finally, what space shuttles and horses have in common:

When we see a Space Shuttle sitting on the launch pad, there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are the solid rocket boosters, or SRBs. The SRBs are made by Thiokol at a factory in Utah. The engineers who designed the SRBs might have preferred to make them a bit fatter, but the SRBs had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site.

The railroad from the factory runs through a tunnel in the mountains. The SRBs had to fit through that tunnel. The tunnel is slightly wider than a railroad track …

That’s as fun a tongue-in-cheek mini-essay as you can read today.

That’s enough for one sitting. Try to stay cool out there. The heat index here today was 102.


26
Jul 11

Writing retreat, Day Four

Viewpoint

Yes, I published a similar picture a few days ago, but that was with my phone. This one is from my camera, and it is a lovely view no matter how many times you see it.

Elsewhere, in my writing I’m to the point in my research where I begin to wonder: Do I really have something here? The next question is: What are you overlooking?

In other words, standard fare.

Wouldn’t you like to be overlooking that beach?


19
Jul 11

Hiding from heat

”Athens”

The Acropolis, in Athens, Greece, as seen on our refrigerator. Wouldn’t you rather be in Athens today?

Well, no. The heat index here was about 99 today. It snuck up to around 107 there. Winner, the fridge, where everything is about 34 degrees.

From mid-July through September everything is weighted along a linear graph of atmospheric heat and thermal conductivity. At any place where those two lines meet on the chart, you want to minimize your exposure because, really.

I like a good summer. The Yankee finds this a bit odd. But there’s nothing wrong with a good dose of heat. There’s something magical about stomping through a bit of humidity. We get plenty of each. But as I get a little older, I’m changing my opinion just a bit. Two years ago, in a September filled with the mid and upper 90s, I’d just had enough. And we still had a warm October to look forward to as well.

So heat is good. Limited doses should be applied. Late May through August, I can deal with that. September should demonstrate a little flexibility.

And comparing the seasonal averages, I might not runaway to Greece to avoid the heat.

Back to the map, then.