Musings from Brian J. Noggle
Sunday, February 29, 2004
 
He Says What I Have Been Thinking

Daniel Henninger says what I think about the forces who would stand athwart innovation and technology and shout, "Stop!"

Fear, regulation, and litigation will strip America's wealth and innovation to benefit of a bunch of trial lawyers and politicians. As well as our rivals on the Pacific Rim.

 
More Amendment Ideas

For more comments on amendments we could use to the constitution instead of a gay marriage ban, consult TheAgitator.com.

Update: Lest I forget, Owen wants to enable Congress to override the full faith thingamabob.

Saturday, February 28, 2004
 
Buy Paperbacks, Kim

Kim du Toit has become enraged about a book he has read. Well, no, operates pretty much from a baseline state of mere rage; however, he read a book that caused him to bellow.

As you all know, I heartily recommend that you read books with which you disagree, or which might anger you, in paperback. This will not nick your drywall or shatter your tchotchkes.

They also make great targets for skeet shooting if you're so inclined. Complete with flapping action. I think du Toit's so inclined.

 
Sometimes the Punchlines Write Themselves

Headline in the Springfield News-Leader:

County's gonorrhea cases increase

Rise linked to loss of a state-funded job to track sexually transmitted diseases.

Automatically-generated punchlines:
  • With more time on his hands, he could concentrate more on his true passion, spreading the clap.

  • With enough state-funded jobs, eventually all disease would be eradicated.

Friday, February 27, 2004
 
A Stay at the Compulsory Resort

Just in time to take advantage of the new jail-term-for-illegal-parking described below, St. Charles, Missouri, has decided it's going to send a bill to lodgers in its Compulsory Resort, previously known as the city jail:
    The County Council voted Tuesday night to require such inmates to set up installment repayment plans within six months after they get out of jail. Failure to do so could spur the county to seize and sell the ex-offenders' property to get some money back.
So after someone gets out of jail, after having his or her income interrupted, possibly losing a job if he or she had one, and making the next job more difficult to get, the lovely city will send a bill which might lead them to suing and seizing property--whatever's left after the fines for the offense, that is. You city legislators have an interesting theory of reintegration and recidivism-prevention you have there, sirs.

Perhaps we should quote the article more fully:
    The County Council voted Tuesday night to require such inmates to set up installment repayment plans within six months after they get out of jail. Failure to do so could spur the county to seize and sell the ex-offenders' property to get some money back.

    The council also passed a pay increase for council members elected later this year and a bill requiring council approval for naming or renaming most county buildings.
Policy made by a cash-hungry government makes awfully poor government of the government, by the government, and for the government. Fellows, you think police speeding ticket quotas suck? Wait until you're slapped with a six month sentence at a double-occupancy government facility because the County Commission on Revenue's assistant commissioner needs an office redecoration.

 
Because the Legislators Need Busy Work

True to form, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch starts this article on policy off with an anecdote:
    Jennifer Bresee was infuriated by the note she found tucked beneath the windshield wiper as she finished shopping at Wal-Mart.

    If you're truly handicapped, you can get a license plate indicating such at the Missouri Department of Revenue license office. If you are merely enjoying the convenience of parking here at the inconvenience of a handicapped person, shame on you.

    Bresee did indeed have handicapped plates. But the note's author apparently noticed only how healthy Bresee looked as she got out of her car and walked into the store. Had the accuser waited a bit longer, the person would have seen Bresee limping all the way back to her car.

    "I have multiple sclerosis, which is most times very invisible," said Bresee, 26, explaining that even a short trip to the store can exhaust her and cause severe leg pain. "Many times, walking back out of the Wal-Mart you can tell, rather than walking into the Wal-Mart."
So obviously, to make Jennifer feel better, the state must do something? I guess that's the point the writer of this bit has in mind. However, the something that state legislators have in mind is the obvious: dial up the punishment for people who abuse handicapped parking privileges:
    It also would make abuse of the privileges a Class A misdemeanor, punishable up to a year in jail and a $1,000 fine. The legislation would impose the same penalty on doctors who write notes for people who don't need the special plates.

    The measure (SB 1144) was approved 30-0 by the state Senate this week and now awaits a House vote.
A year in jail for illegally parking. Thank goodness our legislators are finally making laws that make sense rather than making feel-good laws with which no person with a heart can disagree.

 
Remember Your Position, Serf

Wisoconsin Attorney General Peg Lotsalager reminds citizens of their place regarding casino regulation:
    It's more important for the state to be able to regulate casinos than to let the public see the records, Lautenschlager's opinion says.
The right of the state to earn revenue trumps the right of the public to keep tabs on what the state and the casinos are doing.

Because states' rights, you know. Don't think to hard on that, citizen; it's a class C felony to reflect on the role of government.

Wednesday, February 25, 2004
 
Today's Civic Lessons

Sorry, kids, I don't have much to post today, so I will have to send you elsewhere for your civics lessons today. I recommend:

Tuesday, February 24, 2004
 
I Think It Has Something To Do With a Movie

Here's the St. Louis Post-Dispatch's film critic Joe "Bonwich was the food critic at the RFT, Dammit" Williams reviewing The Last Passion of Christ or whatever the damn thing is called.

It is anti-Semitic because Joe knows anti-Semitism when he sees it:
    In Gibson's version of events, the only earthly reason our hero is subjected to this interminable flogging is because he was betrayed by Jews. Those who feared that "The Passion of the Christ" would have an anti-Semitic subtext will have their worst fears confirmed. The unmistakable villain of the movie is Caiaphas (Mattia Sbragia), the leering, lip-smacking high priest who orders Jesus arrested and pays hecklers to demand that he be crucified. By comparison, the Roman overlord Pontius Pilate (the excellent Hristo Shopov) is a fair-minded if fretful bureaucrat who only consents to have Jesus executed to avoid civil unrest.
I don't know, but I think it would have been a tad inauthentic to make the villain a Swedish media magnate. I thought "authenticity" meant something to people who critique the cinema.

But who am I to argue with the multi-lingual intellectual Williams? After all, he's apparently fluent in a dead language:
    In a scene that has been the subject of much prerelease debate, Gibson plays it coy, eliminating the subtitle when the Jewish onlookers shout, "Let his blood be upon us and our children," but retaining the offending line in Aramaic.
Since he heard the line spoken and knew what it meant, one can only assume that Williams knows Aramaic, ainna? The other safe assumption might be that Williams has read other criticisms of the movie and is basing his column on what other people said about it, essentially making bullet points into paragraphs as best he can.

But I digress. Let's play some more "Where's the Anti-Semitism?" with Joe:
    Except for Jesus' disciples and the two Marys (Maia Morgenstern and Monica Bellucci as the mother and Magdalene, respectively), the Jewish characters are sinister and slovenly. Even some Jewish children are demonized, as they morph into monsters and drive the apostle Judas to suicide.
Jewish children, demonized as they morph into monsters. Heck's pecs, I haven't read the New Testament yet, but if they have cool special effects written right into the stage directions like that, perhaps I should. Still, I have a little trouble as a, you know, thoughtful person in thinking that these children which morph into demons to torment Judas morph into demons because they're Jewish. I think they might have morphed into demons because Judas was tormented, and Jewish children fit into the scene. Munchkins would undoubtedly have been better to prevent anti-Semitism charges. But the Holy Land ain't Oz.

For some inexplicable reason, Gibson's scholarship becomes a question, not the movie:
    Like his father, who claimed last week that the Holocaust is mostly fiction, Mel Gibson is neither a theologian nor a scholar. Historians - the kind who look at evidence - surmise that Jesus of Nazareth was executed because he fought back when his Middle Eastern homeland was occupied by the world's most powerful army. That doesn't fit the obviously heartfelt agenda of the director, who adheres to an embattled offshoot of Catholicism and often portrays a martyr in his movies.
Like me, who last week drank Milwaukee dry of Guinness Draught (well, okay, just one pub), Joe Williams is neither a concert violinist nor professional elephant trainer. But what does that have to do with the price of tee shirts in China? Not an annpacking thing, but it does ad homenim Mel Gibson, particularly the sweet bit about what Mel Gibson's father said last week wherein Williams hopes some transference occurs in the reader's mind between the father and the son.

Gibson's neither Scotch nor Danish, either, but he was in Braveheart and Hamlet, and he had a heartfelt agenda in them, too. To make a film.

Suddenly, if the johnking history, that is to say the interpretation of history currently favored by professional academics, is the final arbiter on critical relevance then Shakespeare's about to be unemployed. Methinks John Williams better hie himself hence to the University to retain his job, but he's probably already the journalistic equivalent of tenured.

I don't imagine I'll see the film in the theater; maybe on DVD. However, I couldn't let this review pass unsnarked. Thank you for understanding.

 
We Get Results

Another author finds himself mentioned on MfBJN. This time, it's Michael Craig, author of The 50 Best (and Worst) Business Deals, which I reviewed in December. Michael writes:
    I noticed that you read, reviewed, and enjoyed my book, The 50 Best (and Worst) Business Deals of All Time. Let's not get into WHY I'm doing a Google search of my name. Just call it a sickness that goes with being an author.

    Thank you for the kind words. When I complete the next book - it's about the highest-stakes poker game ever played - I'll shoot you a copy. And if that doesn't work, I'll just mail it to you.
I told him not to worry about Googling himself and thanked him for his kind words, which I suspect he would have for anyone who compared him to Sun Tzu.

Funny, Ann Packer hasn't written. Come to think of it, I think I shall add annpacker to my pantheon of profanity.

Monday, February 23, 2004
 
I Tried, Spoons

Spoons links to a Flash-requiring quiz by Match.com that's supposed to tell you the type of person to whom you're physically attracted. The quiz brags that it's based on a fifteen-year study, undoubtedly funded by members of Congress.

I tried to take the quiz, but I got to the section where the quiz wanted you to select, from among the women you found attractive, the women who you thought would find you unattractive. I couldn't think of a single woman who would find me unattractive, and it booted me back to the beginning.

No matter; we know the sort of woman I find dead-sexy.

 
Enough Already

I'd call it a pet peeve, but both pet and peeve sound kinda cute, and what I'm about to explain represents more of a junkyard abhorrence; it's got a spike collar and a low growl in the throat whenever the subject walks by.

I hate "so-called."

Any time a writer, particularly a professional paid writer or journalist throws this amalgamation into a serious news article or essay, I question the credibility or maturity of the writer. No, I want to punch the johnker right in his or her stunted vocabulary.

So-called is alleged with a sneer, with a sense of condescension that intimates that we, meaning the liberally-educated author and his or her intelligent readership, understand the facade of the following noun for what it is, a cheap manipulation of truth built by the Orwellian right-wing/administration/conservative/techno/military/industrial/business/ (breath) /capitalist/Christian/Zionist/Machiavellian/fascist complex/conspiracy.

Get a thesaurus, pinheads, and leave the so-calling to the adolescents.

(This rant spurred by Roger L. Simon, who made the mistake of linking to Noam Chompsky's op-ed piece in the New York Times.)

 
Thanks, But I Have a Psychological Disorder Hobby Already

Here's a new bit on Snopes: Geez, Mikkelson, thanks for the graphic details and the extreme tips, such as:
    People tend to leave frequently-used articles where they are normally put to use, which means most of us unthinkingly deposit our toothbrushes on the sink or counter in the bathroom. A better strategy would be to place them in the medicine cabinet between brushings. It pays to keep in mind that while you may remember to close the lid before flushing, not everyone else in the household will always be as diligent.
Actually, there are numerous other tips, but I'm not going to implement them. I spend so much time being a paranoid neurotic that I don't have any time to add another set of obsessive-compulsive tasks. Sorry.

 
Check Your Premises

In his Star-Tribune column, Lileks invokes some statistics, or rather alludes to an article which referred to a study that includes statistics about tall people earning more money:
    Tall People are more likely to be paid more money. Each additional inch adds $789 annually to your paycheck. The natural conclusion: If you want a new car, figure out the payments, then head off to Tijuana for an illegal shin augmentation.
Pardon me while I add a hearty "You don't say" to the conversation. Once you get beyond 6' 4", brother, you're looking at actors, basketball players, and Michael Crichton. Undoubtedly, these fellows alone skew the averages quite upward. I am only 6' 0" and I can think of plenty of runts who make more than I do. Of course, I am in the IT industry, and everyone in IT makes more than the cheap QA help.

What was my point? Oh, yeah, read this guy Lileks. He's an obscure Minnesotan columnist, but just because someone is from the upper Midwest and not Wisconsin is no reason to let him toil in his obscurity.

Sunday, February 22, 2004
 
More Proof I Am A Bad Seed

As my former officemate and my wife can attest, I like my gum (loud).

Brother Lileks intones:
    Gum has CARBS, you know. And carbs are from SATAN.
So now you know, but I have already corrupted you, too. Only eighteen more people, and I fulfill my contract. Twenty-eight more people and I earn my first incentive bonus.

 
My Favorite Suburbs

So as I passed into Milwaukee, I spent some time musing upon my favorite suburbs there. I passed through Wauwautosa, an inner ring suburb and my favorite suburb of Milwaukee. Its homes are older, brick construction and are well-maintained. The flukish shape of Milwaukee, stretched oddly from the downtown to the Northwest in a sort of trapezoid, means that Wauwautosa is closer to downtown than the part of Milwaukee in which I spent more than a scattered third of my life. Its proximity to the city and its inclusion within the web of mass transit in Milwaukee County means that Wauwautosa is more reminiscent of a neighborhood than an individual municipality, but Tosans have a municipal government of their own, I think. Maybe they just think they do.

I compare it to the suburbs in the St. Louis area that I like. If you're judging from criteria that include security/personal safety, brick construction/history/cohesiveness, and proximity to art, in St. Louis you can pick two of three sometimes, and maybe one in others. For example, Casinoport has, well, relative safety. Closer suburbs in St. Louis County like Webster Groves or Kirkwood have almost all three, but hey, I live to romanticize Milwaukee, so they're no Wauwautosa, ainna?

By the way, if you're insisting I round out the list, I prefer West Milwaukee and West Allis. Sorry, Owen, but those outer communities like Menomonie Falls, Brookfield, Franklin, and anywhere the Milwaukee County Transit System cannot take me in forty minutes of bus riding with one transfer don't make the list.

 
BAK

As you might have noticed, gentle readers, I have not posted in a while. I spent a luxurious weekend in my favorite travel destination, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I celebrated my birthday by helping yet another friend move. It's not that I have a lot of friends in Wisconsin, it's that they move around frequently.

It wasn't all hard work; I got to spend a couple nights at the beautiful Hyatt Regency, enjoying the skyline from the 17th floor because I specifically requested a low floor. I felt somewhat cosmopolitan in my hotel room, with my laptop, writing blog entries and whatnot. The Hyatt offers wireless Internet access in all of its rooms now, a plastic placard let me know. Swell. So how come you're getting this dump now, instead of as it happened on Friday and Saturday?

Because my laptop is an IBM ThinkPad. You know how new ThinkPads have numbers after them? My laptop does not; it's an original ThinkPad. Its carbon-dating establishes its origin circa 1993. It runs Windows 3.11, but it has almost 20 Mb free on the hard drive of the original 40.

I fail as a TruGeek(tm) because I don't need the latest in equipment. After I reset the date and time (or not) to workaround a dead CMOS, I can type text into my laptop's Wordpad using a microscopic keyboard. That's why I bring the laptop around, in case I get inspired to start on yet another unfinished but promising novel concept. It's a typewriter in which I can cut and paste, and from which I can import the result into a real word processor on my main PC through the world's last 3.5" floppy disk. Plus, it can play one or two really slick games I downloaded from BBSes while I was in college.

I don't need a tablet PC or a new AMD 2000+ laptop with 20" screen. I paid an extra $40 in 1997 for a used notebook with a color monitor, for crying out loud. I don't have a Personal Data Assistant, and I don't even use the free magazine giveaway electronic addressbook to organize the dozen phone numbers of my friends or the two dozen names on my Christmas card list. iPods? I can whistle off-key for free, you damn kids!

So, did you miss me? Is that why you're reloading?

Wednesday, February 18, 2004
 
Attention, Bachelors!

I saw a teaser for this woman on Effed Company, wherein it said:
    Last great book I read: "I read all of the Ayn Rand books in a month."
Dudes, I married a hot chick because she had a cat named John Galt.

And she's not even read, to the best of my knowledge, the The Early Ayn Rand.

Wait a minute. This woman is indicating that she read, in 31 days max:
  • Anthem
  • The Fountainhead
  • Atlas Shrugged
  • We The Living
  • The (aforementioned) Early Ayn Rand
  • The Virtue of Selfishness
  • Capitalism: The Unknown Ideal
  • Philosophy: Who Needs It?
  • For the New Intellectual
Never mind, Objectivist bachelor straight friends and readers. She's either prone to exaggeration, an outright liar, or a layabout who does nothing but read all day. You don't need that.

 
Written By A Non Technical Person

From the Financial Times story describing the coming yawn search engine conflict:
    Yahoo on Wednesday raised the stakes in the internet search wars as it abandoned Google in favour of using an in-house search engine on its own web sites.

    With Microsoft waiting in the wings to launch a rival technology of its own, the move sets up a three-way struggle that will challenge Google’s recent dominance of internet searching.

    The coming battle reflects the emergence of search as the internet’s “killer application” since the rise of Google. With more people using a search engine as the starting point whenever they go online, whether to find information or products to buy, control of search has become central to the ambitions of all three companies.
Spare me. When was the last time you used the search feature in Windows? Come on, you know how to do it. Select Start > Search.... or press the Windows key and F. What, don't use it much, if at all? Searching the Internet is a supplemental technology at best. I don't know of many people who have Google as their starting point, nor any search engine. Personally, I don't use a toolbar for searches and I ignore whenever Internet Explorer wants to search for me.

As people become more mature and Internet-aware, search engines will fall by the wayside. When I'm on the Internet, I tend to know where I want to go, and if I use a search engine, I use it to find content, not its paid advertisers.

Sorry, Uncas Ray, John, and Vinod.

(Link seen on Outside the Beltway.)

 
Where Have The Arcades Gone?

Even if you're not a small time collector like me, you might be interested in reading this lengthystate of the industry piece about what the history and future held and hold for the arcade machine operators.

I've dreamed of opening an old-style arcade. Of course, I'll have to become rich first to have money to lose on it as a hobby.

(Link seen on /.)

 
Jim Comes Out

In a post on Electric Venom, Jim of Snooze Button Dreams comes out of the closet:
    And no, this is not an "I have a friend with a problem" thing, it really was my cousin. I'm in QA - I don't have to deal with people outside of the company.
Shout it loudly, shout it proudly:

I'm QA and that's OK!

Note: This is not a dig at everyone else in IT; it's okay to be a developer, too. There's nothing of which to be ashamed. Some of my best friends are developers. Or were, anyway, until they read this note.

 
Apologies to AJC

Dudes, I only scored 12 on the Livin' In The '80s: A Song Quiz.

I sux.

(Curse Fark for the link!)

Tuesday, February 17, 2004
 
Deep Thoughts

In today's Washington Post, deep thinker John Handey Doug Henning Don Henley uncaps his fountain pen to decry the state of the music industry today.

To recap his wisdom:
  • The big corporations are squeezing out the small labels.

  • The big corporations are putting out crappy music because.....

  • Music executives don't sign new artists that audiences really want because....

  • The big retailers are squeezing out the small record shops by stocking crappy music at high prices, but too low for small record shops to make a profit meaningful contribution.
Actually, I am not really sure what his wisdom is, much like he surely doesn't understand how capitalism works. What the audience wants, someone will sell them, and the music industry is evolving beyond the traditional channels.

Others weigh in:

 
Cyber Keystone Koppers

I realize it's probably the journalist adding drama to (that is, creating whole) an anecdote, but the lead from this SFGate story doesn't portray the bastions of public safety in too good of a light:
    Washington -- Sitting at his home in Virginia Beach, Va., Joe Yuhasz almost reached for his wallet when an e-mail message popped into his inbox and told him America Online needed to verify his credit card information.

    The site linked to the e-mail looked identical to AOL's billing center, until Yuhasz noticed the domain name was a fake -- a scam commonly known as phishing.
Almost reached for his wallet? Cheese, Louise, even my dear aunt knows better than that.

Maybe it's part of a far-ranging ploy to lull the cyberbadguys into a false sense of superiority.

 
Missouri Pay As You Go

The Sophorist links to a person who links to a story about Missouri state government offering taxpayers the opportunities to add money to their taxes for common programs:
    If passed, this fund would allow ordinary citizens and every special interest in the state to contribute additional tax dollars to their favorite cause, program, or policy. It would afford the average hard working taxpayers the luxury of avoiding to pay higher taxes in these difficult times, but permit all those people and interests who believe state government should be bigger and should allocate more resources to contribute generously.
On the whole, I think it's a good idea, but I would hate to think of how much "Give Us Money" advertising the programs would spend the extra money on.

Were the programs to receive enough funding through the opt-in tax payment plan, I suspect that the state government would start reallocating that percentage of the program's original funding to other, newer, and more profligate programs.

Monday, February 16, 2004
 
No Taxes for Ads

Today's poster child for poor use of government funds: St. Clair County, Illinois, spends $500,000 to promote the only airline flying into MidAmerica Airport. An airport built with public funds an hour outside of St. Louis that had no airlines coming in when it was built. And now that Great Plains is broke, despite $500,000 of tax-paid promotion, MidAmerica Airport again sits idle, except for the tax-paid employees wandering around with nothing to do.

Which brings me to what might be the most blatantly bad waste of tax money. Advertising of any sort, for any reason. Particularly to promote private enterprises.

Whether it's half a million to Fleishmann-Hillard to line the pockets of the influence industry in St. Louis or it's a half percent tax here in Casinoport on hotel rooms to promote tourism--the government has no business redistributing wealth from its citizens to already affluent sectors. The government might claim it's out to make the community better, but it means by community its tax base, and wasting tax money on advertising is only one more symptom of an organic government that exists to consume and grow, not to serve its citizens.

 
And It's The Frontier

This Chicago Tribune story (registration required) discusses the Ohio highway sniper and the journalists hazards a guess why the wires aren't picking up her story and why she's not been making the rounds of cable news outlets:
    The shootings remind a lot of people of 2002's sniper attacks in the suburbs around Washington, D.C., which left 10 people dead before two men were arrested and charged with the killings.

    The Ohio sniper case has garnered what appears to be less publicity, perhaps because only one person has died.
Perhaps. But some of us (which means "Brian J. Noggle") in the middle of the country with a chip on the shoulder (not a cow chip, heinzenjohnkers) suspect it's not garnering much media attention because it's the middle of the country. Were someone to squeeze off a few rounds over the course of a year on the Beltway, that person would get a lot of attention, even if he or she were not shooting to kill.

Because the important people would be in danger. Not mere citizens. The super-citizens who work for the influence industry or the government.

 
Lileks on Modern Art

James Lileks, in his column in the Star Tribune, muses on a modern art exhibit:
    Headline in last week's paper: "Walker's attendance falls by 30%; Official blames 9/11 for decline in tourism."

    I have a theory, and I'll admit it might be controversial:
    It's possible that no one wanted to see the exhibits."
and offers his grand unified theory:
    Well, you say, you just don't like modern art. Not true. I hate modern art. No, that's not right, either. I may be a philistine, but I am a learned one. I have a complex and nuanced response to modern art, be it the rigors of De Stijl, the furious assertions of Abstract Expressionism, the romantic angularity of Lionel Feininger, the anguished gashes of Clifford Still, the whimsical recontextualizations of Lichtenstein and other Pop Art painters; I understand the challenges that Action Painting made to the outmoded bourgeoise notions nurtured in the dusty attics of the beaux-arts mind-set, and I appreciate the connection between surrealism and post World War I disenchantment with rationality, why Dali was a bit of a poser, why Klee makes us nervous, why Bacon horrifies, and Beckmann can best be understood in the climate of Weimar. All this I know. And my opinion is simple: Eh. If it's not ugly, it's banal. If it's not banal, it's pretentious. If it's not either, it's pointless. Sometimes it's good. Sometimes it's great. (Like Feininger.) But in general:

    Eh.
If you're not cyber-stalking Lileks' writings and reading the Back Fence (his column in the Star Tribune and his weekly Newhouse News syndicated column, you're pathetic. I mean, you're missing out on quality writing. I didn't say pathetic.

Sunday, February 15, 2004
 
Tax Cuts for the Rich

Missouri Governor B. Holden announces a student loan forgiveness program for those who study life sciences and work in Missouri.

Why do I dare mock such a proposal? I mean, other than mockery is my first language?
    This is a growth industry in our state, and it is an area that attracts the high wage jobs that we need in Missouri," Holden said.
Because the johnking schnuck is going to forgive student loans for people who graduate college and then get high paying jobs in the state of Missouri. Because B. Holden thinks that eligible employees bring jobs to a state. Here's a free clue, B. Holden: cheap labor brings jobs to a state, not a bunch of kids with college degrees and expectations of high pay. I guess that's where you step in to offer other taxpayer-funded corporate welfare "incentives" to companies who would employ the graduates for whom taxpayers paid.

Instead of kids who can walk out of college into high-paying jobs, guvnor, how about some tax relief for the following:
  • Computer science students who end up as supervisors for UPS.
  • Liberal arts students who work as shipping receiving clerks, but who can recite the Porter scene from Macbeth when the delivery truck drivers ring his bell.
  • Drama students who serve coffee at Borders with flourish unmatched by others?
Those poor souls out there who went to college to better themselves but refuse to submit to cubicle, or laboratory, existence deserve more sympathy than fraggles who went to school and walked out of school into any job over twenty thousand dollars a year.

None of them, of course, deserve my fortuitously-earned tax dollars, though, but that sympathy's better than your tax cut for the future rich you're disguising as a program for the children.

 
Worthy Cause

Here's an organization worth investigating: The Dollywood (yes, Dolly Parton) Foundation's Imagination Library.

From the "About Us" page:
    This program is one of the most important ways I know to improve the educational opportunities for children in your community.

    When I was growing up in the hills of East Tennessee, I knew my dreams would come true. I know there are children in your community with their own dreams. They dream of becoming a doctor or an inventor or a minister. Who knows, maybe there is a little girl whose dream is to be a writer and singer.

    The seeds of these dreams are often found in books and the seeds you help plant in your community can grow across the world.

    I hope you'll agree to become a champion of the Imagination Library in your community. You will be amazed at the impact this simple gift can have on the lives of children and their families. We have seen it work in our own backyard and I'm certain it can do the same in your community, too.
Here's what the organization does:
    Dolly Parton's Imagination Library is all about inspiration and imagination. It was developed in 1995 by Dolly for her hometown of Sevier County, Tennessee. Dolly wanted every preschool child to have their own library of books. The effort received numerous awards and extraordinary media attention which generated interest from across the country. After much thought, Dolly decided to offer her Imagination Library for replication in any community that would support it.

    Each month, from the day the child is born until his/her 5th birthday, a carefully selected book arrives at the mailbox. Kids across the country have shared the excitement of running to the mailbox to retrieve their book. More often than not, the child wants the book read to them now - not later, not tonight and not tomorrow. Right now!
As an attempted author, I can think of no better goal than to increase future readers. For the children!

Thursday, February 12, 2004
 
A Voice of Authority

The Meatriarchy Guy, who's Canadian (not that there's anything wrong with that), has some ideas about how to improve hockey:
    1 Eliminate the two line pass offside. This really is the only change you have to make.
    2 On a penalty kill the short-handed team can no longer ice the puck.
    3 A player has to serve the full two minute penalty even if his team is scored upon.
    4 Move the nets back to their original location (they are talking about doing this)
    5 Impose a weight tax on teams so that they pay extra if they draft big dumb slow players - the Leafs gave up a perfectly good defensemen Jason Smith and tried to turn oversized Chris McAllister into an NHL player. The only thing he had going for him was size - a trait that NHL GM's are over enamored with and in the end he failed miserably. Bring in a weight tax.
Some good ideas, but let's not forget the prospect of enlarging the ice surface.

Fast skaters and skill players can go around the hookers, and hockey team owners get to hold up their cities for even newer arenas. Win-win! Unless you're a Canadian city and the Americans are about to get serious about the dollar's exchange rate again, bit who cares about the Canadians, eh? What do they know about NHL hockey?

 
Research Assignment

Does anyone know anyone who enjoyed the Super Bowl halftime show? I need to know, because Bob Rybarcyzk is looking for one single person who liked the show:
    You find me a soul on this earth who will publicly admit to liking any part of that halftime show, and I will run through West County Mall wearing a tutu and asking passers-by to please call me Nancy.
Anything to get "Nancy" and her tutu off the streets of Casinoport, Missouri. "She" will catch cold in this harsh, pseudo-winter weather we're having.

 
New Competition

Based on this post at A Small Victory, wherein commenter JW says:
    I think the memes are ways for unknown bloggers to get their name [sic] out.
I am an unknown blogger; I need to get my name out. I need a meme!

JW also says:
    You, Michele, seem to be among the creme de la creme and not need such tawdry devices.
and I am inspired! I need a meme to get my name out. What about a competition? Call it the

La Creme de la Meme

competition, wherein everyone submits a meme repeated throughout the blogosphere, and people or the judges select the best and....

Sounds like a lot of work, though. Never mind, I don't need to get my name out if it takes effort. You guys can use it, though, as you like. Just credit JW me when you do.

 
Sometimes Recognizing a Slippery Slope Helps Stop the Sliding

I share the Chicago Tribune's Steve Chapman's sentiments regarding the FCC's investigation of Janet Jackson's teat (registration required):
    Freedom includes the freedom to be offensive, but in other media, we'd much rather make our own choices than let the government choose for us. The only TV Michael Powell should have the power to regulate is the one in his living room.
I'll let him expand his powers to the televisions in his family room, kitchen, bedroom, and children's bedrooms. I am a compassionate libertarian.

 
Forget Steinberg

To arms, bloggers! We have a new Sun Times columnists to pillory!

Forget Neil Steinberg, who got into trouble for equating the POW/MIA flag with the Vietnam War (he apologized). Richard Roper earns today's call to arms when he calls Brett Favre white trash.

This cannot stand!

Tuesday, February 10, 2004
 
Elevating the Level of Discourse

Courtesy of Andrew Sullivan, I suffered through this article on the imbalance of political viewpoints in academia today. And I had to suffer through this:
    "We try to hire the best, smartest people available," Brandon said of his philosophy hires. "If, as John Stuart Mill said, stupid people are generally conservative, then there are lots of conservatives we will never hire.

    "Mill's analysis may go some way towards explaining the power of the Republican party in our society and the relative scarcity of Republicans in academia. Players in the NBA tend to be taller than average. There is a good reason for this. Members of academia tend to be a bit smarter than average. There is a good reason for this too."

    Burness also noted that the humanities may be particularly oriented toward Democratic minds. "If you were to look at most business schools, you might find more people that were Republican than Democratic," he said. "If you look at the humanities in general, there's a great deal of creativity that goes on. In a sense it's innovation, and a perfectly logical criticism of the current society, in one form or another, that plays itself out in some of these disciplines. It doesn't surprise me that you might find people in humanities are more liberal than conservative."
    [Emphasis mine, and I wanted to embolden the whole thing because each word made me madder.]
Although my collegiate preparations should have cultured me to craft a proper response to this assertion, perhaps something as simple as a quip to deflate the head of the pompos squad here, dancing up and down and chanting his ignorance, instead my baser, city-bred id bursts forth with a hearty, and sincere:

Fock you!

I am sorry, gentle reader, if you were reading this blog with your children; you should probably browse from work where it's safe.

This Robert focking Brandon is the chair of the philosophy department, so that should indicate how focking out of touch he is from real life. No, I forget, friends, not many of you managed to slough through a degree's worth of philosophy, so you don't understand. Within the humanities, philosophy and literature especially, it's not just that the academics are isolated from real life, but they're further isolated from dealing with real issues. Academics working in chemistry and sciences and whatnot are researching real things; philosophy professors research other academics. Let Brandon chortle about his probable misrepresentation of Mill (sue me, I haven't read much utilitarian schmaltz). Mill's been dead a long time, and his views of stupid people are irrelevant except to offer Brandon a cloak in which to hide his own fockedness.

But another academic at Duke suffers infinite monkey moment, wherein even a random collection of letters and syllables coalesces into a rational thought:
    Burness added that the course imbalance Kitchens described was also not surprising. He argued that, because gender and race are lively forms of scholarly inquiry today, it is natural that a number of courses should treat these subjects.
To put it succinctly, Those who can, do, and those who cannot get TAs to teach their courses so they can write Marxist feminist inquiries into how television altered and enforced the hegemony of bourgeois taste in the post World War II period as filtered through relevant ads in House Beautiful and seminary Marxist/feminist tracts of the past.

Unfortunately, unlike other useful dreams of snakes eating their tails, this one doesn't yield a loud enough Eureka! moment. Of course, academics tend to procreate; the ideas and viewpoints emphasized in college as worthy of study will be studied, and the next wave of untenured journeymen humanities professors will write and research the same crap as their mentors.

Meanwhile, conservative students with a broad and almost classical education will go out into the real world and make something of themselves.

In the midst of all my succeeding, though, sometimes I still get pissed.

 
Helping a Fellow Out

Kim du Toit's upset that his endorsement's not on Wonkette's site.

To help soothe du Toit's wounded pride, I've added his endorsement of me and the Noggle Library to the sidebar to your left.

Monday, February 09, 2004
 
Blackfive Tries Too Hard

Matt Blackfive's got a really well documented entry about how George Bush is not responsible for the loss of 2.21 gigamillion jobs. I don't know who he's writing it for, though. People who will vote for Bush understand the limited effect the presidency and the entire government have on the grand economy (which is too much as it is, but not much overall). Some people who won't vote for Bush mutter that those who lost jobs were all whistleblowers almost capable of exposing the vast Haliburton-Texas Rangers conspiracy.

So Matty's wasting his time if he thinks he's going to convince anyone with facts and reason. As a matter of fact, much as dogs only hear part of what is said to them, Bush opponents will only hear a certain portion of what Matt writes.

When Matt says:
    Jobs lost in the first 8 months January 20th to September 11th is pegged at 1.2 million. How much of this is actually attributable to President Bush is the question. In April of 2001, the U.S. lost 423, 000 jobs. Can someone tell me exactly which policy was responsible for this?

    Jobs were lost due to the teror attacks of September 11th (obvious ones like travel and lodging industry, aerospace, transportation). Boeing cut 30,000 jobs. New York City alone lost over 80,000 jobs due to the attack in the year after 9/11 . 22,000 jobs were in the vicinity of the World Trade Center. 800,000 jobs were lost in November and December of 2001.

    The fact is that a lot of jobs were lost over the last few years for many reasons; however, it will be tough for Democrats to accurately pin them on the Bush Administration and not a world-wide recession, the dot-bomb bust, corporate corruption (Enron, World-Com) and 9/11.

    Now, what about recovery?

    The biggest indicator of an economic turn around, IMHO, is my place of employment. We were directed by our (very conservative) board to cut 20% across the company on October 1, 2001. I lead the IT Department. It didn’t matter if one department had a greater need or not, everyone had to cut 20%. This was a defensive reaction to September 11th. No one knew what would happen to the economy (which was already weak), and, when there is economic uncertainty, jobs get cut through various means - for example, hiring freezes and position consolidations. Also, think about your own spending after September 11th. Did you change your vacations, savings, will, retirement plan because of September 11th? I did. I put more into savings and spread it out among different banks. When you spend less money, less items are bought. When less items are bought, supply goes up and productivity goes down. When productivity goes down, jobs get cut.
They hear:
    Jobs lost blah blah blah blah blah is actually attributable to President Bush blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah ?

    Jobs were lost blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 800,000 jobs were lost blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

    blah blah blah blah blah
    a lot of jobs were lost blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah accurately pin them on the Bush Administration and blah blah blah blah blah corporate corruption (Enron, World-Com) blah.

    blah
    what blah recovery?

    blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
    cut 20% across the company on October 1, 2001. blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah the economy blah blah weak, blah blah blah blah blah economic uncertainty, jobs get cut blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah jobs get cut.
Nice try, Matt, but you're scolding deaf puppies on this one.

Sunday, February 08, 2004
 
Unfair and Imbalanced

Number 1 headline on this Sunday's St. Louis Post-Dispatch: Dangerous Cargo on Our Roads, Rails. Of course, if you were expecting a good, balanced view of the sometimes dangerous but necessary transporation of hazardous materials, you should wait for the story in the Atlantic Monthly.

How's the Post-Dispatch do? Well, let's see what we have. Lead:
    PALMYRA, Mo. - First came the early morning rap on the door. Then came the coughing, the burning eyes.

    In the frantic moments that followed a May 17, 2003, hydrochloric acid spill on nearby U.S. Highway 61, Shorti Garner and her husband, Steve, woke their children and piled them into the family camper to flee their home.

    "My kids - in blankets and all - I scooped them up," Shorti Garner said.
A nice play-on-the-emotions anecdote. Anecdotes! Who can deny that it's a frightening situation? I live within a mile of the confluence of two Interstate highways and have train tracks. (Well, I am not a naturalist, but I assume a train left them. They're two big for cat tracks.) I am right in the danger zone for a spill, but I don't worry about it. Why? Because every year four hundred people die from these sorts of accidents. That's not a high number, considering all the stuff travelling about. I would expect more hit and run deaths than deaths from hydrochloric acid exposure from these things leaking.

But that's not the Post-Dispatch's point. Now, they don't delve into issues such as alternate means of transportation, such as dogsleds, homing pigeons, or anything that would be safer. They also don't explain why dangerous chemicals are transported this way, that these chemicals are used to make things people want to buy.

No, I guess the only thing the Post-Dispatch wants to do is panic its stupid readers (whether it thinks its readers are stupid, or whether the people who read it and panic are stupid, I leave to history to decide) and blame the cause of the panic on big greedy corporations who behave irresponsibly at the expense of the little man. Unlike Pulitzer Publishing.

 
Conspoonmer's Report Best Buy

Conspoonmer Reports labeled the PlayStation 2 game Karaoke Revolution a Best Buy (much better than its prequels The Karaoke and Karaoke Reloaded), so Heather and I got it last night.

We didn't have the headset controller, so we bought a kit with a headset in it; unfortunately this proved to be product that fit into the back of the PLayStation to make it into a DVD Karaoke machine, not the USB headset that lets you interact with the game. Oops. Well, it came with a karaoke DVD of its own, so we could attempt to sing along with Avril Levain's latest hits, or we could buy a USB headset. So we went out. And spent another thirty bucks.

Well, instead of lamenting our stupidity and or returning the karaoke kit, I think we'll have to have a karaoke party.

However, don't compete against Heather in Karaoke Revolutions. I think the designers probably expected normal people to take more than one run through every song to win the game. But Heather has never been normal.

 
No Exposition

While watching Two Mules for Sister Sara on Friday night, I noted to my beautiful wife, who ordered the movie on NetFlix and asked me to watch with her (because of my vast love for her, I tolerate chick flicks like this one), that the movie offered no expository information. No scrolling text to explain why Juáristas were or what the hell the French were doing in Mexico in the 1860s. Astounding.

I'm not sure whether that's because:
  • Educational standards in 1970 meant that viewers knew that much about Mexican history.

  • Western fans might be expected to know enough history to have picked that up.

  • Who cares why? It's Clint Eastwood!
Interesting things to speculate on. I knew. If you're interested, check out the Wikipedia entry for Benito Juárez and click around.

 
The Black Corridor by Michael Moorcock (1969)

I paid a dollar for this book at Hooked on Books in Springfield, Missouri. It was on the rack of cheap books that they keep outside the store because they don't care if someone loots them. That's the kind of book I bought for a dollar.

The book takes place aboard a space ship containing survivors from Earth's social breakdown, en route to a planet around Barnard's Star. All but one are in suspension for the trip, leaving a single person to wander the ship for the five year trip, checking on automatic instruments and going mad with guilt for the sins he committed while stealing the ship. And others.

Much of the book is told in flashback, flashbacks to an Ehrlichian future imagined by those whacky Brits in the period between world wars. The remainder of it represents a descent into paranoia and a climactic delirium that almost tells the untold story, but allows the user to concoct his own meaning if he cares to. Okay, I did a little the night I finished the book, but that's it.

It's a light read and I spent only a couple of nights on it. It helped that many of the 184 pages featured concrete poetry, drawing words on the page with other letter much like ASCII art. At least it got that part of the future right.

 
Book Review: All the Trouble in the World by P. J. O'Rourke (1994)

Book Review: All the Trouble in the World by P. J. O'Rourke (1994)

This book examines some of the worst problems that the world thought it faced in the 1990s: Overpopulation, famine, ethnic hatred, plague, poverty, and such; for each chapter, P. J. O'Rourke goes beyond the statistics proffered by the movements and think tanks to examine the roots of the issues in the fertile beds in which they grow. As you can expect, he presents his usual irreverent viewpoint in smirky prose. For example, the chapters bear these titles:
  1. Fashionable Worries If Meat Is Murder, Are Eggs Rape?
  2. Overpopulation Just Enough of Me, Way Too Much of You
  3. Famine All Guns, No Butter
  4. Environment The Outdoors and How It Got There
  5. Ecology We're All Going to Die
  6. Saving the Earth We're All Going to Die Anyway
  7. Multiculturalism Going from Bad to Diverse
  8. Plague Sick of It All
  9. Economic Justice The Hell with Everything, Let's Get Rich
Within each of the chapters, O'Rourke visits a symptomatic location that exemplifies the problem. For "Overpopulation", he ventures to Bangladesh and learns why so many people want to live there (it's the most fertile soil on the planet) and muses about how overcrowded man really is by comparing population densities of other locations (such as if the entire population of the planet in 1995 would scrunch together with the population density of Manhattan, we could all fit inside a region the size of the former Yugoslavia. Bangladesh has the same population density as the suburban city of Fremont, California, so O'Rourke delves into why the country seems so overcrowded and Fremont seems so American. Therein lies the rub; American government and society are open and dynamic, whereas Bangladesh's government is not. They have a Ministry of Jute, designed to promote jute, the leading agricultural export of Bangladesh. You know, jute--the key ingredient in burlap, which was a very popular packing material a hundred years ago.

O'Rourke gets behind the pamphlets and examines not only causes, but the factors that lead to the continuation of problems as well as some amusing extrapolations: You want to embrace diversity? They have in the Balkans. Of course, that's not the tribalism that comes from diversity, it's the tribalism that comes from private ownership of guns, undoubtedly.

When O'Rourke's on, he's amusing to read, biting, and obviously arguing from a wealth of background. When he's not, he's simply presenting a travelogue of places he's traveled and drank. Still, this book is more of the former, which is what I expected from the title.

Friday, February 06, 2004
 
Light Posting 2Nite

Sorry, guys, for the light posting tonight, but my beautiful wife wanted to watch a a Clint Eastwood western.

When the perfect woman asks you to spend a perfect evening with her, you should comply. Just a bit of advice, fellows, in case there are any other perfect women out there for you.

 
Great Minds Title Alike

Brian J. Noggle, The Cynic Expressed, 1997: Weapons of Mass Hysteria

Victor Davis Hanson, The National Review, 2004: Weapons of Mass Hysteria

Funny, we were talking about the same thing, too, sort of.

Thursday, February 05, 2004
 
The Female Mullet

The Professor, who like me has an intelligent and attractive wife, links to The Feathered-Back Hair Site.

Why do men like us him linger over sites like this?

 
Compare and Contrast Assignment

Class, here's your compare and contrast assignment for tonight:

Police in the Middle West:
    Three men from the West Coast were hauling more than horses Tuesday afternoon in their trailer, authorities said - they also had $835,500 in cash stashed in a hidden compartment.

    An Illinois State Police trooper and U.S. Customs agents found the money after the trooper pulled the 1999 Dodge pickup over for speeding about 3:50 p.m. Tuesday on Interstate 55, north of Litchfield, said Trooper Doug Francis, a spokesman for the agency's District 18.

    The discovery wasn't mere happenstance. U.S. Customs had tipped off police that the trailer might contain cash, Francis said.

    When the three men allowed police to search the truck and trailer, a drug-sniffing dog alerted on the vehicle, Francis said. Officers did not find drugs, Francis said, but "something was there at one time or another."

    The Illinois State Police seized the cash pending further investigation.

    Lt. Brian Hollo, the district's interim commander, said that state and federal statutes give police the power to seize money if they believe it is drug-related.

    Hollo said it was the largest cash seizure ever for the district, which covers Calhoun, Greene, Jersey, Macoupin and Montgomery counties.

    But police had no legal reason to hold the men or their three horses, so they were free to continue their trip, Francis said.

    As for the money - Francis said, "If they can come up with proof that the money is theirs, we'll give it back to them."
Police in the Middle East:
    At night, the police presence is most evident. On the city's central streets, they make high-speed patrols, at times in groups that make the task appear more like a joyride. There are no other cars to be seen and there's virtually no one on the streets, save the employees of Baghdad's single 24-hour shop and the handful of restaurants that stay open late, mostly to serve the cops.

    The police, however, do not receive credit for the apparent drop in crime. "It's because no one stays out," said Hassan Mahdi, the owner of the 24-hour shop. "The police are no good."

    But just because the streets are filled with police does not necessarily mean they're safe. A journalist walking back to his hotel at around 3am on a recent morning made the mistaken assumption that it would be fine because only police were out. He was stopped and asked for his identity card three times during the 10-minute stroll. The third group of police also took US$100 from his wallet, after he showed an American passport.
Extra credit if you can work in this joke (reprinted here from another essay:
    I'm reminded of the joke about the man who offered a woman $1 million to sleep with him - her resonse was a hasty "Sure!" When he countered with an offer of only $50, her response changed to "Absolutely Not! What kind of woman do you think I am?" His response ... "Lady, we've already settled that question - now we're just haggling over price!
(Link to Iraqi story seen on The Art of Peace, where I browsed at the behest of Winds of Change.)

Wednesday, February 04, 2004
 
A Quiz for AJC

How geek am I?



    You are 38% geek
    You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator.
    Normal: Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend.

    You [to Geek]: We need more than that, Scotty. You'll have to stay until you can squeeze more outta them engines!

    Geek [to You]: I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain, but we need more dilithium crystals!

    You [to Normal]: He wants to know if he gets overtime.

    Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com

That's almost as geek as you want a doc-u-matic 3000. However, I would like to point out I am geek enough to have troubleshot the result code provided by ThudFactor before prompted, and I am slightly more geek than Trey Givens upon whose site I first saw the quiz.

P.S. Trey, I know what your pseudonym means--you're so 0wn3d!

 
A False Lead

The Red Herring has a blog.

(Link seen on The Buzz Machine.)

 
Under the Beltway

Over at Wizbang!, Kevin Aylward describes what happens when you write to your member of Congress:
    Inbound letters and calls are ‘issue coded’. For example, if you write a letter to your representative in which you urge the member to support gun control legislation, the staff members who open and read the mail enter a record of the correspondence and select a gun control issue code. If you address multiple topics you get multiple codes.

    The staffer at that point has the option of creating a response (which as I recall they usually do) by picking one or more items from a list of issue talking points.
Keep that in mind when any of you (El Guapo) write to your representative. Your call is important to us....please stay on the line and you will be answered in the order your call was received.....

It also explains an experience my mother had writing to her representative, Richard "Il DicK" Gephardt. She wrote complaining that her particular military command was becoming a fully non-smoking environment; his reply was that he was really trying to keep the command open.

She voted for Wheelehan, Federer, and would have even written in her dog's name on even-numbered years to keep from voting for him.

 
Closer.... Closer

Not only is he back to two columns a week, but Neil Steinberg draws ever nearer to joining us:
    I'm halfway to a Republican.
The glass is half full!

 
To Coin A Phrase

    To blight: (tr.v.) To condemn, as a city, the lawful property of one person or corporation to hand it over to another corporation or person, to enhance the revenue of the governing municipality.
Sample usage:
    The Board of Aldermen in December 2002 agreed to blight the Target site, allowing the city to ask a judge to condemn it.
Put that in your usage guide and burn it.

 
Fallacy of the Distributed Middle

I hope it's not too anti-Semitic of me to make fun of a a turn of phrase by "officials" of the Jewish Community Center (JCC, or as its otherwise known, "The J") in Broken Heart, Missouri. In addition to razing a larger building for a small one as its membership declines, the leaders are looking for way to save money to help bridge a budget gap. This includes:
    Increased use of off-campus sites for JCC programs, turning the JCC into a center "without walls."
A center. Without walls. Without, perhaps ideally for these "officials," without a center.

Tuesday, February 03, 2004
 
Confession

My sophomore year in high school, I took a class in Creative Writing with Ms. Williams. It was Mrs. Williams, actually, much to the dismay of fantastic fifteen year-old boys. But I remember the class vividly. For an early exercise in creative writing, the delightful blonde nymph respected shaper of young minds, divided the class into groups. The assignment: to write a page of a short story. When the groups finished their segments, we passed the story to the group on our right, who would add a segment to the story, and so on, until each group had a turn with the story. Here, Tyrone Jackson was born.

Ah, Tyrone Jackson. The middle-aged rabbi from Thailand. Dan, Troy, Jim, and I concocted this character from the fevered imaginations of our adolescence, somewhere amid the giggling (which we would have called chuckling, but our voices were still changing, so it was probably giggling). We injected Jackson into every story passed to us. He suffered a number of untimely deaths and dismemberments once the group to our right determined what we were doing. At the end of the exercise, the groups had to rewrite their original stories using elements from the other groups' contributions. So our group, ignoring the ignoble assaults on our hero, rewrote the story. Or Dan, Troy, and Jim did; I abstained, as they were not doing our hero justice. Although we got a passing grade turned on whatever they turned in, I was not satisfied. I had greater dreams for Jackson. Thus begat The Further Adventures of Tyrone Jackson.

My first book, hem, was a collection of short stories that chronicled how Tyrone Jackson would have infected all other stories and myths before him. However, each hero must have his arch-enemy, and Jackson discovered his when he met the leader of the Venusian invasion in the undersea base wherein the Venusians were keeping Jackson's pet bunny Manerd.
    "Lyndon LaRouche? You're the dude from those dippy TV specials!"
Lyndon LaRouche became Tyrone Jackson's archenemy. When Jackson consulted with his guru on Mount Everest, it was LaRouche sending the Soviet Spetsnaz after him....or James Bond....or maybe MacGyver, who happened to be mountain climbing at the time. When Tyrone Jackson stole Doctor Who's Tardis, he uncovered Lin Don La Ru was the mortal enemy of Tai Ron Ja Sing in feudal Japan. LaRouche was the all-powerful Denfather in the alternate earth where the Cub Scouts had taken over. Like some archetype or eternal conflict, wherever Jackson encountered his match, it was LaRouche. Jackson always won, though, but LaRouche got away to fight another day... or in another time....

So when I went into the local polling place tonight, the collection of aged election judges asked me whether I what ballot I wanted. "Democrat," I said. When I was alone in my voting stall and confronted with my allotment of possible choices, I voted for Lyndon LaRouche.

I admit, I have heard his commercials on KMOX radio comparing Ashcroft to Hitler. I have not seen any of his television specials, either, whether sixteen years ago or last week. But I voted for him anyway. Not because he's got a chance of winning, and not because I think Joe has a chance of beating el Johnissimo. But for old times' sake.

LaRouche has been a punchline of mine for almost twenty years. Who knows if I'd ever get a chance to vote for him again?

Somewhere, amid the hundreds of lost loose-leaf pages of Tyrone Jackson's further adventures, undoubtedly Jackson is cursing the the villian's luck once again. And tomorrow, when I review the election results, I shall recognize my vote among LaRouche's handful.

 
All Right

Although I went into the polling place with every intention to vote for LaRouche, it rankled. I was throwing away the right I had to determine the fate of the nation, or perhaps the direction of the nation, to a joke, a private joke that only me or Jim or Mike (the only possible owner for an extant remaining copy of The Further Adventures of Tyrone Jackson) would get, and I don't even talk to them any more.

Around the world, people don't have the opportunity to select their own leaders. Selected not elected, RIH you gamers. Here, when presented with my duty to myself and my countrymen, I made a selection almost arbitrarily.

Yet, were I to vote my conscience in this Democrat primary, it wouldn't have mattered. Joe Liberalman might have been the best of a bad lot, although I have to admit I have no idea who Fern Penna is or what Fern Penna might do for our country. I only had the ballot because Missouri's an open primary. I'm voting Bush in the November election regardless. 'Nuff said.

 
But I Voted

I also voted a hearty, hi-ho, heck no, to the Metropolitan Sewer District's bid to float a bond issue or raise taxes, or whatever MSD might have meant with this glurge:
    To comply with federal and state clean water requirements, shall The Metropolitan St. Louis Sewer District (MSD) issue its sewer system revenue bonds in the amount of Five Hundred Million Dollars ($500,000,000) for the purpose of constructing, improving, renovating, repairing, replacing and equipping new and existing MSD sewer facilities and system, including acquisition of easements and real property related thereto, the cost of operation and maintenance of said sewer system and the principal of and interest on said revenue bonds to be payable solely from the revenues derived by MSD from the operation of its sewer system, including all future extensions and improvements thereto?
Hell, no. Because when the costs are overrun and the revenue projections fall short, or if you're too busy lining the pockets (and maybe a couple of purses and handy bags to carry the ph4t l00t), guess what? Time for another big IOU or rate increase.

If you cannot deal with it from the revenues already derived hereto from the operation of the sewer system, don't do it. Sewer system! Pah! We drink bottled water, wine, and beer here at Honormoor and we wash our dishes in Listerine. A pox on ye all!

On the other hand, congratulations to MSD for being corruption free for 128 days now. Nothing that half a billion dollars wouldn't cure.

(Funny how tax/rate increases/bond issues end up on the ballot for elections with light turnout, ainna?)

Monday, February 02, 2004
 
Er, Hiss Hiss!

Blogger's got some RSS/Atom thing. You can find an XML summary of what I have been doing lately here.

I am expecting a lot of linking now, dammit, formerly-blue-haired guy.

 
Book Review: Years of Minutes by Andy Rooney (2003)

I know, you readers understand that if I am reading a book from the last two years, it's probably a gift. And you're right. my beautiful wife gave me this volume for Christmas, and I've read it already. During lunches at work, mostly, which identifies one of the best parts of Andy Rooney and other broadcast essays: They're short capsules that render themselves easy to read in short doses. Unlike books you cannot put down, which require you to invest large blocs of time, books of short essays allow you to pick up the book and put it down and pick it up and put it down again. Such books fit easily into the working day and the busy nights of modern men. And let's face it, I've sampled Rooney and Charles Osgood, and Rooney wins hands down.

This particular book captures a number of Rooney's "A Few Minutes with Andy Rooney" segments from the television news magazine Sixty Minutes (as do many of his collections). The book starts in 1982 and finishes with some from 2003. It offers an interesting retrospective of a chunk of history I recognize as my formative years, as seen from a man who's older than I am now. I don't think that means much, but he does reflect on four presidential administrations, including two terms of Reagan and Clinton.

Some people don't like Rooney because he's a curmudgeon, but I don't hold that against him; after all, I am a curmudgeon in training. I do recognize that he's a little to the dovish side of me when it comes to foreign policy (he's all butter and no guns), but I find enough wisdom in his damn kids bits and other non-political things to enjoy his writing.

One thing I don't appreciate, though, is his reluctance--even defiance--in using apostrophes. Throughout this book, he doesn't use apostrophes in contractions--at least not consistently. In the introduction, before I can no longer enumerate the typos, he informs me he's not using them because he composed the pieces to be spoken on television, so he's omitting the apostrophes since he didn't pronounce them. It's a jarring read, especially since he later brags about how many grammar books he has on the shelf behind his desk. Still, I forgive him, since the editors of his other books and his contemporary pieces on the CBS.com Web site have convinced him that most things should read easy, too.

What of this book? It's a font of wisdom and foolishness. It's an I-Ching, not quite the touchstone that apparently is The Godfather, but its 500+ pages offer insight into the modern condition that most classic philosophers don't.

 
Book Review: Rainbow Mars by Larry Niven (1999)

This book extends the world created in Niven's "The Flight of the Horse". The book comprises the short stories, "The Flight of the Horse", "Leviathan!", "A Bird in the Hand", and others, as well as a new novella "Rainbow Mars".

The short stories were published independently between 1969 and 1973, so they're designed for independence and are farily self-contained. They describe enough of the world in which the stories are set that the reader can pick up what he or she needs to know as he or she needs to know it. In a slightly dystopian future, the UN rules the world and the position of Secretary-General is an inherited position, inherited by idiots. The sceintific arms of the UN compete in bureaucratic battles for budget, and the time travellers need to keep the current Secretary-General amused with their procurement of extinct animals. They try, but often they fail with results that we in their past will find amusing.

The longer work "Rainbow Mars", coming almost thirty years later, builds upon these earlier stories. A new Secretary General is more interested in astronomy than extinct animals, and the time travellers have to find a way to keep themselves relevant--and they do. They need to bring an extinct Martian from the past.

Larry Niven demonstrates that he's got a great talent for weaving myths, traditional stories, and classic science fiction stories into a narrative that pays homage to many (too many perhaps). Unfortunately, the people who put this book together put it together in the wrong order. "Rainbow Mars" should not lead off the book; it should follow those that came before it to provide context; although I had read the short stories earlier, I could have used the refresher. I guess the people who put the book together wanted to realy differentiate this volume from Flight of the Horse and Other Stories. They didn't do us readers any favors, though.

So although I'd recommend the book for the Niven fans amongst us, I'd recommend you not read it in the order in which the publisher presents it. Read the short stories, and then the novel. Especially if you can score this book for two bucks like I did.

 
Notice

All-Clad is not sky clad.

Whew. For a moment, I thought Amazon was advertising to cash in on the single-breast exposure thing.

 
Personal Thank You

Undoubtedly, the klaxons and swirling red lights down in my workplace NOC that flash each time something triggers the Echelon-strength Internet content filters in the bowels of the sys admin's secret lair at my workplace echoed and, well, swirled today as I visited many of my favorite Web logs and "news" portals today.

Jeez, my workstation saw a bitch's worth of teats today, guys, as each of you salivated over the Miss Jackson flesh we might better have appreciated fifteen years ago (and then there's the drawing of Jessica Rabbit courtesy of Kim du Toit).

When I'm terminated for Internet abuse, I expect each of you to hit my tip jar to make it up.

Thank you, that is all.

To say Noggle, one first must be able to say the "Nah."