Musings from Brian J. Noggle
Monday, May 31, 2004
 
Congratulations to Badnarik

The Libertarians have nominated Michael Badnarik for President.

As some of you remember, I met Michael Badnarik in January.

(Link seen on Q and O.)

Sunday, May 30, 2004
 
Congratulations Are In Order

Congratulations to El Guapo and La Linda, who are expecting El Guapito or La Guapita any day now; although they're refusing to divulge the name of the child, sources (scrying bubbles in a schooner is very effective regardless what the so-called "scientists" say) indicate the couple have chosen Guinness if it's a boy or Abita if it's a girl.

Also, a note of condolence to El Guapo, who will lose his nine-month-long designated driver at roughly the same time.


 
Perspective for Geek Gamers

Hey, geeks, you think the world revolves around you and your predilections for HALO, Half-Life, Counter-Strike, EverQuest, Asheron's Call, and other high-end FPS extravaganzas?

David Kushner in Wired magazine begs to differ. He knows that the biggest audience for online gaming is older women who like simple, easy to pick up and easy to put down games.

Gentle readers, I know this is true. For the two most hardcore gamers I know, in terms of time spent at the keys, are my aunt and my mother-in-law. Even more than Heather and her StarCraft, even more than me with Civ III. Take it to the bank.


 
Book Review: Bob Greene's America by Bob Greene (1993)

This volume contains two previously published collections of Bob Greene's work, 1983's American Beat and 1985's Cheeseburgers. Twenty years old. The pieces, collected from his column in Esquire called "American Beat" (who would have guessed?) and his columns in the Chicago Tribune, have held up rather well.

As part of his style, Greene often introduces the man, the visitor, or the writer into the story just like that. An abstract common noun, which allows the reader to pour himself (or herself, I suppose) into the story. This abstract serves as an observatory proxy, and appreciate the narrative device. I tried to identify what, specifically, I like about his columns, and I like this technique.

The subject matter, as well as the length, vary from piece to piece, but since this comes from the near apogee of his professional status, Greene gets to travel all across the country and talk to any number of important people, from Gerald Ford to Meryl Streep. I like the writing style, and I'm impressed with the lifestyle affected by the narrative voice. The book was well worth the $6.00 I spent on it, especially since it's really like $3.00 for each book contained in the volume.

Listen, friends, I know I promised I would zing Bob Green a couple of times for the indiscretion that led to his downfall, but jeez, I read a couple of bits about him after finishing the book, including "The Sad Saga of Bob Greene" from Chicago Magazine and "The Confessions of Bob Greene" from Esquire, and I don't want to jump on the petty bandwagon with other, more-refined and urbane columnists from Chicago and the media watchers who chatter like nightingales trying to capture the souls of the departed and downfallen.


 
Say It Again, Steyn

Mark Steyn, from his Chicago Sun-Times column today:
    But that's the difference between then and now: the loss of proportion. They had victims galore back in 1863, but they weren't a victim culture. They had a lot of crummy decisions and bureaucratic screwups worth re-examining, but they weren't a nation that prioritized retroactive pseudo-legalistic self-flagellating vaudeville over all else. They had hellish setbacks but they didn't lose sight of the forest in order to obsess week after week on one tiny twig of one weedy little tree.
What he said.


 
Book Review: Midworld by Alan Dean Foster (1975)

I picked this book up at Downtown Books, Milwaukee's premier used book store, last weekend. I felt like I needed some good throwaway fiction to intersperse amongst the serious fiction I read (and by "amongst" I mean before). So I bought a lot of Alan Dean Foster because I like Alan Dean Foster. The Spellsinger series, the movie novelizations, and so on.

At 179 pages, this book promised a quick read, which is important to a young man on a quest to read at least sixty books this year (and since this is book 29, I am ahead of schedule, but why wait until December to start taking shortcuts?). It was.

The book takes place on a heavily-forested world, where descendents of errant colonists have gone back to nature to survive. The tribe thinks a hunter named Born a trifle mad, or perhaps a trifle smart; he's brave in an often incautious way. So when a strange metal demon falls from the sky, Born leads a troop to view it. When the rest of the group flees, only Born remains to discover the strange giant people within it. They tell him fantastic things and enlist his aid in returning to their station.

Foster does a marvelous job engrossing the reader in a strange and wonder-filled world. Although the setting is fantastic, Foster introduces the character, the environment, and the social structures well. That reflects what's best about good sci-fi, and unfortunately about all that's good about this book. Because the plot's really a puffed up short story or novella, and the world in which it is set ultimately resolves into a Gaia-humping, collective-consciousness-espousing piece of mid 1970s drivel. Of course, that's my visceral reaction to my disappointment. The texture and the colors are so well-executed that I wish the whole picture depicted something better.

I mean, I paid three whole dollars for it.


 
Pop-Up Mocker Updated

Don't forget to check out my snarky site devoted to the worship of pop-up ads. If you're smart and using one of the newer browsers or some other suppressent techologies, this might be the only way you get to see these peculiar forms of art.


Saturday, May 29, 2004
 
Turning the Irony to the Wool Setting

Congratulations once again to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. In today's print edition, the story entitled Hosts of sports-talk shows should follow a few basics contains rule number one for radio sports talk show hosts:
    Be as informed as your listeners: Hosts should know at least as much about current events as those who are on the other end of the radio. And it doesn't take that much work.
Accompanying this piece is a photo of Tony Twist, who has recently been ousted from a hosting position on one of the radio stations discussed in the article. The caption for the photo?
    Former Blues defenseman Tony Twist was a casualty of changes at radio station KSLG.
Here on the Internet, we have a saying: Double-check your spelling when you criticize someone's grammar.

Note to the unhockey-savvy, including the sports photo caption writers for the Post-Dispatch:Tony Twist was a winger, a forward, not a defenseman.

 
IT Words to Power

Over at Q and O, Dale Franks responds to a Java supremicist who calls Microsoft technologies the dark side and all klunky, user-unfriendly-but-geek-titilating technologies "goodness and light".

What Dale said.

 
Sending a Message

This story in the Denver Post sends an interesting message to citizens following DOJ instructions to BOLO for terrorist suspects:
    2 suspected al-Qaeda agents dropped in for meal, says Denny's manager in Avon

    The FBI office in Denver has received "numerous" calls about the seven people believed to be associated with al-Qaeda pictured Wednesday in newspapers.

    Monique Kelso, spokeswoman for the Denver office, wouldn't characterize the calls as "sightings," but at least one was reported as such.

    Samuel Mac, manager of the Denny's in Avon, isn't happy with the response he got from the FBI when he reported that two of them ate at his restaurant Wednesday.
That's the set-up. Here's the punchline:
    But she [Monique Kelso, spokeswoman for the Denver FBI field office] said the FBI has no reason to believe any of the seven are in Colorado or traveling through.
Got that? If you think you see any of the suspects, call the authorities, who won't find your information believable.

Swell.


Thursday, May 27, 2004
 
Hockey Has Made Me Multi-Cultural

Dudes, I don't know how to explain it. I pronounce Martin marTAN, and when I see a name like Branko Radivojevic in print, I know how it's pronounced (which might differ from how it's pronounced on the radio, werd).

Of course, I'll cross the final Radivobicon into worldly when I can spell Radivojevic from hearing it pronounced. But that will be a couple years.

 
Perhaps One Should Learn Slang Before Hiring the Band

More kudos to the fools who took a perfectly good Masonicesque Veiled Prophet celebration (seriously) and made it into a family-friendly (called sometimes "public-avoided") event. The people who bring to you Fair St. Louis, which is an apt description of the city and metropolitan area itself, have rescinded their booking of main attraction Smash Mouth:
    Smash Mouth, the pop act that was supposed to deliver a hipper, younger crowd to Fair St. Louis, has been booted from the July 4 lineup. Fair officials dropped the act after lead singer Steve Harwell offended employees of Enterprise Rent-a-Car at a corporate party in Orlando this month. Witnesses said Harwell called audience members obscene names.

    Fair St. Louis executive director Rich Meyers said that he received a call from Pete Wyatt, a former entertainment chairman for the fair and an employee of Enterprise, who said that "the performance was the most vile, profane thing he had ever seen." Meyers said, "We can't take that sort of risk that there will be that sort of behavior in front of families, especially on the evening of the Fourth."
I suspect that the target of the profanity, St. Louis Illuminati-level string-pulling Enterprise Rent-A-Car, has as much to do with the abrupt change of plans as the obscenity or profanity itself. But jeez, you happening old dudes, let's just count up the clues that might have indicated the mindset and style of the group, shall we?
  • It's named Smash Mouth, which describes a style of speaking that's sort of, um, colorful.

  • Its first hit album was entitled Fush Yu Mang, alternately entitled on Amazon.com as Fush Yu Mang [EXPLICIT LYRICS]. Fush yu mang is a slurred pronunciation of a Nuyorican spoken unwritten mandate, if you get my drift. If you don't, you should read this blog more frequently.

  • The first line of their first hit ("Walkin' on the Sun") is It ain't no joke I'd like to buy the world a toke. You know, a marijuana cigaret.
Family-friendly? Geez, man, this is rock and roll. Smash Mouth will only be family friendly in thirty years, when the inured children of this generation curse the next-generation corruptive musicians who have scientific methods of actually altering brain waves through sound to cause orgasm or uncontrolled sobbing, or both when Chris Carrabba, Jr., sings.

Looks like the public/private partnership titans in charge of Fair St. Louis hired the wrong six-figure consultants to tell them what's cool.

 
So-Called Watch

In an otherwise good, Spoons-approved column for the Chicago Tribune, Steve Chapman identifies the slippery slope that gun banners are encouraging with the Assault Weapons Ban. Unfortunately, he deploys a stink bomb of clich (pronounced, yes, clitch):
    The guns used by the Red Army and assorted guerrillas around the world are indeed automatic weapons, firing up to 100 rounds a minute with a single squeeze of the trigger. But the so-called AK-47s allowed before the ban were semiautomatics, which fire only once each time the trigger is pulled. They are to authentic military weapons what a beer-league softball player is to Barry Bonds.
Yick. Poor form, Peter.

 
Second Opinion

You all know what I had to say about Robert B. Parker's Bad Business. Well, some of you do, anyway. I like to think someone reads the book reviews I post.

Those of you who do can now read what Professor Bainbridge thought of the book.


Wednesday, May 26, 2004
 
Back to the Future

So I read in the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel that Marquette University might return to the Warriors as its mascot:
    A $2 million gift isn't tempting enough to get Marquette University to change its nickname back to Warriors, but the fact that an important alumnus asked for the change during a public event is forcing the university to think about it.

    Wayne Sanders, the vice chairman of the university's Board of Trustees, said at the end of the commencement address to Marquette graduates Sunday that he and another, unnamed trustee each would give $1 million to Marquette for the switch from Golden Eagles to Warriors.

    School officials declined the money Monday, but they said that in coming weeks, the board will consider formally revisiting the decade-long debate.
Jeez, I feel old. A decade-long debate. Here's what I wrote in the Marquette Tribune in 1993(?) in my column "Through These Eyes":
    Through These Eyes #6: The Great Mascot Controversy

    In the interest of saving the university some money, I would like to make my contribution to the "Name the Mascot" competition. There's no need for them to go throwing away money to a private consultant, even though I realize they just stuck us for ten percent more for just such academic emergencies. Let that much-needed cash go to making some dean's office more competitively decorated like that of other schools.

    Okay, the Native Americans got a little bent out of shape that the university used an image of a Native American for a while there. I know what great strain and emotional upset some of them must have gone through attending basketball games and seeing the mascot, even if it was a descendent of the original Native Americans. This great debate is not limited strictly to the campus. All over the country, groups of Native American are protesting the use of their heritage on athletic teams. I mean, I can understand. I abhor the New York Yankees. How dare they? So now the university needs a new, non-offensive mascot. Something that can be identified with the Warrior. I humbly submit the following.

    How about a white man dressed in skins carrying a club? Think about it, a nice barbarian figure for our sporting events. No, wait. That might be deemed too something-ist for our school if we featured a White European Male mascot like that. Besides, it is not a sort of figure easily identifiable with a Warrior. We'd hate to be mistaken for the Marquette Neanderthals.

    Okay, idea two. A nice knight figure. In armor. A chivalrous warrior. No, wait. That's still a European figure. Besides, some Arabic or Islamic groups might get angry because every few years a bunch of these guys would get together and try to take over the Middle East, or select parts thereof.

    Okay, check this out. An African tribesman. With a spear and paint. No, can't do that. The African Americans would have the same objections as the Native Americans.

    Well, how about a samurai in his battle robe and armor, helmet adorned with ox horns, quiver, gold-studded sword, his ancestral crest, the whole bit? Maybe a neat little pseudo-seppuku when the sports team is down? Oh, there's that blasted heritage argument again.

    How about that lone American warrior, the cowboy? Why not, Rick Fields classifies that historical figure as a warrior in his book The Code of the Warrior. Since I'm running low on ideas, why not? A six-gun and ten gallon hat, idealizing the American spirit of independence and swift justice. Uh-oh, wait a minute. Cowboys tended to shoot Native Americans, didn't they? Maybe this version of our mascot wouldn't placate them so well....

    I have to admit, I'm getting a little frustrated here. When I think of a Warrior from history, I tend to think in terms of different heritages like that, and that's already proven to be taboo. Either the Warrior was the member of a distinct ethnic group that can and will be offended, and/or they killed people of an offendable group.

    I mean, that's the way I see it. Of course, that is ignoring the common denominator among all Warriors, which is some sort of hardiness and bravery, a willingness to risk their very lives in pursuit of what they thought was right, the skills of life and death intertwined into a person who would kill or die for honor and justice. The Native American Warrior did this. Maybe having a brave as our mascot is not so much a way of spitting on a race of man and saying "Nyah nyah, you injun," as it is a way of showing respect for a gallant breed of our species and the finest their culture produced.

    Or, I guess we could have Patty Smythe mousse up her hair and paint her face up and start singing, "Shooting out the walls of heartache, bang-bang..." But that might get a bit expensive.
(Pssst. Want a bit of irony? The Marquette Tribune had four rotating columnist of varying political viewpoints--Right, Right to Center, Center to Left, and Left. I was Center to Left--less a tribute to the "right wing" nature of the Marquette campus (as a Jesuit university) and more to the preconceived notion of what long hair meant. A mullet. You got something to say about it?)

 
The Wheels of Justice Crush at Ex's Direction

Check this out, gentlemen:
    A man has been charged with child abuse for not applying enough sunblock to his 12-year-old son before a day at the beach.

    The boy was severely burned as a result, authorities said.

    Walter McKelvie Jr., 43, of Vineland, was indicted Tuesday and charged with one count of child abuse and neglect in the July 20 incident, in which he took his mentally disabled son to the beach in Wildwood.
A sunburn as child neglect. Great. Were this the case, my father would have been up every time he toook us swimming at his new wife's parents' pool. Sunblock? In the 1980s? Are you kidding me? Wear a t-shirt while swimming? Naaah! We were young and we could take it.

Granted, this child is "mentally disabled". but its meaning is not clarified in the article and can be nebulous to say the least. Dyslexic? Incapable of speech? "Mentally disabled" is all we have, so I will assume the worst for the father, which is "not very."

Because:
    The son, identified only as R.M., suffered large, bleeding blisters on his back and face. Authorities were alerted by the boy's mother, who has custody of him but was not with him at the beach, according to Assistant Cape May County Prosecutor Meghan Hoerner.
Hell hath no fury. And back off, you hosers, I'm the product of a broken home, so I will tell you so.

Perspective: Maybe I'm wrong. Perhaps the old man was flirting with the beach bunnies, impervious to their disinterest to the mid-life-crisised, pierced, and balding man with the child with Down's syndrome and said child boiled during this several hour beerspan. But the article doesn't give me that. I reserve the right to judge this a case of ex-wife seeks revenge through the criminal courts.

(Link seen on Drudge.)


 
Add It Up

I ask you, is it coincidence that the movie The Tomorrow after Day or something tells about the impudent meddling of man awakens Godzilla and he fights El Niño is opening, Al Gore is ranting about, well, whatever the voices tell him to, and here in St. Louis we had hail the size of small frogs yesterday, power outages, and tornado warnings tonight?

You know it as well as I do.

Democrats are playing politics with the weather reports.

It has nothing to do with Doppler radar chatter, the information gathered and projected by trained professionals, and the world conditions as they exist--it's all about unseating George W. Bush in the presidential election!

 
I Need a Shower. A Hot Shower, With Lots of Soap

You gentle readers who do not pay much attention to the chatterings of the blogosphere or the might have missed the story of Wankette and Wankienne, two taste-challenged, promiscuious women based in Washington, D.C. One posts semi-obscene, semi-profane gossip nuggets and the other has sex with married men for money and then talks about it. The whole thing turns my stomach, so I've tried not to think of it.

So for the uninitiated, read what Michelle Malkin has to say about it to get an inkling of how much the Washington Post and those coastal connected types laud the duo, and keep in mind that when one of these coastal-take-all-comers types claims that people from the middle of the country are overrepresented in the government, whether through Senate representation or the Electoral College system, these women are among those who are purportedly underrepresented.

(Link seen on Nealz Nuze.)

 
His Picture Is in the Thesaurus for Class (Antonym of)

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the Man Who Would Have Been President (If Only He Had Won):
    George W. Bush promised us a foreign policy with humility. Instead, he has brought us humiliation in the eyes of the world.

    He promised to "restore honor and integrity to the White House." Instead, he has brought deep dishonor to our country and built a durable reputation as the most dishonest President since Richard Nixon.
This from a man who served in an administration that solicited campaign funds from Chinese nationals and whose president was impeached for lying under oath and later lost his law license for perjury. Visit the whole remarks at Move On, an organization founded to help America move on from the scandal wherein the former Senator from Tennessee's former boss was investigated for shady land deals and later for having adulterous sex in the White House.

Jeez, Gore, you don't hear statesmen talking that way. Did you hear George H.W. Bush or Dan Quayle barking like that after Clinton? Can you imagine George W. Bush, former governor of Texas and presidential candidate, laying into a Gore presidency like that? No?

And I bet you don't even understand why not. Timidity? Fear of your righteousness?

Just face it, you're losing that type of class warfare.

(Link seen on Drudge.)

Tuesday, May 25, 2004
 
But He's Not A Scientist

Mike Nichols of the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel provides a little perspective on the cataclysmically-worsening climate:
    In Elm Grove and Brookfield, so much rain fell in an eight-hour period in 1997 that it was labeled a "300-year-storm" - just about the worst thing to happen, we were led to believe, since the invention of the loincloth.

    That's definitely bad - though not nearly as bad as the "500-year storm" that reportedly hit the exact same area the very next year.

    Not nearly as cursed, either, as what transpired in the late-1990s in New Berlin.

    Here's a real paragraph from a story about New Berlin that ran in this paper three years ago:

    "Storm water management efforts were under way in New Berlin long before 100-year storms hit the city in 1997, 1998 and 2000..."

    That's right. The only year between 1996 and 2001 that there was not a so-called 100-year storm in New Berlin was 1999.
But take his perspective with a grain of salt. He's just a newspaper columnist, not a scientist seeking funding for his particular project or trying to better the lives of lesser men through dictating policy in his field of expertise, damn its impact on everything else. That is, Nichols has an agenda of some sort.

Monday, May 24, 2004
 
Spell-Checked By Yahoo!

Thanks, I needed that.

 
Got Nothin

I got nothing today. Go see what's new at Pop-Up Mocker, now endorsed by the Marshall (Minnesota) Adult Education program, sorta.

Sunday, May 23, 2004
 
Book Review: The Little Book of Stupid Questions by David Borgenicht

Whenever Heather and I travel, I like to pick up one of these silly little quiz books to help us pass the time. I picked up the Barnes and Noble edition of this book, for a number of dollars no less, because I knew we would be on the road this year. Unfortunately, although this book bills itself as a way to "Get your friends to reveal their inner selves with The Little Book of Stupid Questions". Unfortunately, the book serves more to let you get to know David Borgenicht as much as to get to know each other.

Face it, quiz books of this sort should proffer brain teasers to elicit chuckles, amusing stories, or wry revelations on the part of those answering the question. Unfortunately, Borgenicht cannot help intruding with follow-up questions that presume the question will be answered a certain way, such as
    If, by some quirk of fate, you run into your favorite celebrity/supermodel fantasy object, and, by some other quirk of fate, they [sic] come onto you, what would you do? What if you were in a committed relationship? Do you ask for an autograph afterwards?
or
    When you're in the shower and you see a little hair on the tile wall, do you fill your hands with water and try to splash it off, or [sic] try to pluck it off with your fingers? Why are we so predictable?
Some of the questions are seemingly rhetorical, as though Borgenicht couldn't wait for Amateur Night at the comedy club.
    If you ate your own foot, would you lose weight?
or
    Do you think that the first time corn ever popped [sic] it scared the hell out of the Indians?
and furthermore
    Why do people who use "correct grammar" sound like such dorks?
Even when he's not cracking wise or writing with a smirk, he's repeating himself. What would your name be as a rock singer/super hero/exotic dancer? Who would you least like to be haunted by/stuck in an elevator with/spend an eternity in hell with? I started skipping the similar questions, the rhetorical questions, and the repeated questions. Ultimately, it left about a third of the book qualified to do what it advertises.

However, Borgenicht does lead to hours of amusing speculation with this question:
    If they can make a "black box" that is so indestructible that it survives a plane crash, why don't they just make the airplane out of the same material?
Wow. Is Borgenicht plagiarizing from George Carlin's Brain Droppings, or is he plagiarizing from Mike Barnicle's column in the Boston Globe which itself plagiarized from Brain Droppings and led to Barnicle's dismissal?

Wondering about that answer could eat up some drive time in the middle of Illinois, werd.

 
Steve Chapman, Visiting Professor to the Noggle School of Economics

In his column in last Thursday's Chicago Tribune, Steve Chapman explains High gas prices are no cause for panic.

Lead:
    Back in the 1970s, younger Americans might be surprised to learn, government bureaucrats controlled all prices in the economy. I'm not talking about the economy of the Soviet Union or Cuba--I'm talking about the economy of the United States. If a company wanted to raise its prices, it had to ask for permission from a federal agency, which didn't always agree.

    The experiment was a disaster, and it cured most politicians of the urge to meddle in such matters. They learned they weren't qualified to decide the correct price of any commodity. Except one: gasoline.
Libertarians, for their foreign policy shortcomings, understand laissez-faire.

 
They Must Have Just Gotten Back from Massachusetts

Misplaced modifier of the week, from John Kass's column in last Thursday's Chicago Tribune:
    "I saw no weapons being used," wrote Harrison, the wife of a retired cop whose husband was in the hospital, leaving her alone that night when it happened.
Or maybe it's one of those open marriages.

Go read the column. It's about how a single man, who confronts a suspicious character, is being persecuted by the authorities who know that prosecution and trial are but one "tool" in their toolbox to breaking someone.

 
We Had To Break the Constitution in Order to Fix It

The Congressional Accountability for Judicial Activism Act of 2004, wherein our intrepid Congressmen decide that the balance of powers is outdated:
    A BILL

    To allow Congress to reverse the judgments of the United States Supreme Court.

      Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,

    SECTION 1. SHORT TITLE.

      This Act may be cited as the `Congressional Accountability for Judicial Activism Act of 2004'.

    SEC. 2. CONGRESSIONAL REVERSAL OF SUPREME COURT JUDGMENTS.

      The Congress may, if two thirds of each House agree, reverse a judgment of the United States Supreme Court--

        (1) if that judgment is handed down after the date of the enactment of this Act; and

        (2) to the extent that judgment concerns the constitutionality of an Act of Congress.

    SEC. 3. PROCEDURE.

      The procedure for reversing a judgment under section 2 shall be, as near as may be and consistent with the authority of each House of Congress to adopt its own rules of proceeding, the same as that used for considering whether or not to override a veto of legislation by the President.

    SEC. 4. BASIS FOR ENACTMENT.

      This Act is enacted pursuant to the power of Congress under article III, section 2, of the Constitution of the United States.
(Link seen on Fark.)

Thursday, May 20, 2004
 
She Wants A New Drug

To make a short story long, I sent a link to my beautiful wife who is a Starcraft player (dudes, she's not only a sultry babe, but an übergeekette, too). She then reads the piece linked to, and she says I should read it, too, because it's called The Ultimate War Sim, and so I do, but not because I am into Real-Time Strategy (RTS) games, but more because she's a babe and I am hot for her, but it's funny, so you should read it, too, gentle reader.

 
Gen X Grows Middle-Aged

Hold on to sixteen, as long as you can.
Changes come around real soon and make us women and men.

 
Government of the Government, by the Government, for the Government

CNet reports that the New York Public Service Commission ruled that VOIP company Vonage is a phone company, and hence is subject to regulation by....the New York Public Service Commission!

In other news, the Federal Drug Administration has ruled that Vonage is also a pharmaceutical company, subject to FDA regulation; the TVA has classified vonage as a valley in Tennessee and subject to TVA oversight; and the State of Massachusetts has disaccredited it as a school district and is beginning action to take it over.

Since when do government entities get to actually pick new companies and new technologies to assimilate into their particular bullish labyrinth? Oh, since always, I guess.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004
 
Read It and Weep With Laughter!

Well, probably not, but I have updated Pop-Up Mocker.


 
Unwritten Mandate to the Airline Transport Authority

Drudge linked to this violin-soaked lamentation from the Airline Transport Authority, wherein the protagonists of their own melodrama lament fuel prices and their own inability to profitably run businesses:
    US airlines have warned that the continuing sky-high price of fuel has "all but wiped out any chance of a profitable year for the industry". [Revel in the British style, gentle readers, of placing the punctuation outside the quotation marks.]

    The comments of their trade body, the Air Transport Association (ATA), came after Continental Airlines became the latest carrier to raise ticket prices.

    To try to ease the high price of oil, the ATA called on President George W Bush to stop stockpiling the fuel.
Please, President Bush, stop thinking first of the strategic military needs of the country whom you've sworn to protect, and start thinking of the bottom lines of one of the most heavily-subsidized and ineptly-run industries. Do it for the children!--namely those poor waifish children of airline executives and their lobbyists, who can scarcely afford a summer abroad with the high ticket Pprices on their free rides.

Here's the ATA's president giving what passes for "strategic thinking" in the airline industry:
    "We agree that the strategic reserve is an investment in the nation's future," said ATA president and chief executive James May.

    "However, any investor will tell you that you buy low, sell high. Unfortunately the government is doing just the opposite."
The strategic reserve is not an investment. Not even a hedge. It's a vital necessity to keeping our military functioning should the flow of just-in-time petroleum stop or slow. The government is not buying oil to make a profit. It's not buying at the best time. It's buying when it can, which is now.

Unfortunately, that's not what's best for James May. Too bad, James May.

Also, did anyone else notice the weird tesseract in the BBC's story?

Second paragraph:
    The comments of their trade body, the Air Transport Association (ATA), came after Continental Airlines became the latest carrier to raise ticket prices.
Last paragraph:
    Continental's price rises were later mirrored by United and North West.
Whoa. Where am I? When am I?


 
Heather Has A Kindred Spirit

Kate at Small Dead Animals is a fan of Mark Helprin's novels. As some of you know, my beautiful wife is a great fan of Helprin, and A Soldier of the Great War is her favorite book.

Not to make you feel slighted, gentle reader, but you know Heather really likes you if she's given you a copy of that book for some holiday. What, you got a copy of Virginia Postrel's The Substance of Style? Sorry, that's the consolation prize in the contest of Heather's friendship.

 
Good Advice, Forsaken When Relevant

I give Kass and Steinberg and Roeper all the linky-love they get in the blogosphere, but I haven't linked to the Chicago Tribune's Mary Schmich. You know, she wrote the column about wearing sunscreen, which contains these immortal lines:
    Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Oh, how I should have heeded those words in 1997, when I was but five and twenty. Now that I am older and broken down, I know the truth in the beauty, strength, stamina, and wit I possessed when I was young. But I am an old man now, and that's all gone.


 
It Was Toilet Paper

MSNBC has picked the Worst (and Best) Television Series Finales, wherein they find M*A*S*H worst of all:
    1. "M*A*S*H*" -- "Goodbye, Farewell and Amen" (Feb. 28, 1983)

    M*A*S*HWe know, we know, there are lots of you out there who think the two-and-a-half-hour finale is pure genius, but we think after 10-and-a-half increasingly sentimental seasons, the still top-rated show had lost the plot -- literally. In the syrupy, self-righteous swan song, earnest Everyman surgeon Hawkeye Pierce (Alan Alda, who co-wrote and directed) suffers a nervous breakdown after witnessing a mother smother her baby on a bus. He recovers and returns to the 4077th in time for the war to end. Tears, manly hugs, and more tears build up to the big heart-tugging conclusion. As Hawkeye's helicopter takes off, he sees that best bud B.J. (Mike Farrell) has spelled out "goodbye" in stones on the ground. Someone give us a schmaltz-ectomy -- stat! Still, 106 million people tuned in for the pop-culture event (it's still the all-time ratings champ), many of whom we expect will write in to tell us just how wrong we are.
Undoubtedly, they've already gotten numerous letters pointing out that Honeycutt spelled out goodbye with rolls of toilet paper, not stones.

I just wanted you, gentle reader, to know that I am much smarter than someone who's actually figured out a way to earn money getting paid writing for the Internet.


Tuesday, May 18, 2004
 
Fun With Kerning

On the News page of the New York Post today, we had this headline:

Funny looking link


That particular word is flick, F-L-I-C-K. No matter what your first glance told you.

 
And Your Little Dog, Too

A little unwritten mandate to the NPR news types who led off the 3:30 newscast with a two-sentence "story" that relatives of and former Abu Gharib detainees want the soldiers who humiliated them put to death. That's the whole story. A throwaway line with no balance or other information, undoubtedly crafted carefully to work "Abu Gharib" into the the top of another newscast. Obviously, all those liberal arts classes did not go for nothing.

A hearty and somewhat louder unwritten mandate to you for giving this sort of barbaric, disproportionate punishment proposal a forum, which might lead some people to even entertain the notion that that West Virginia private is going to face a firing squad or a stoning for stripping clothes from a detainee or for making an Middle Easterner put a shoe in his mouth. How dare you? How <omitted> dare you?

What do I mean an unwritten mandate? Well, gentle reader, as this is a family blog, I won't actually type it here, but suffice to say that when it's a spoken mandate and I am feeling particularly combative, I tend to pronounce the verb portion to rhyme with awk.

Monday, May 17, 2004
 
Sheer Hatefulness

Everybody sing!

Outside my window there's a whole lot of trouble coming,
The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones.
Stack heels kickin' rhythm of social circumcision.
Can't close the closet on shoe box full of bones.....
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch
Can't afford the rent on a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors cause her well is running dry
I know her act is terminal, but she ain't gonna die

Slim intoxicado drinking dime store hooch
Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch
Little creepy's playing dollies in the New York rain
Thinking Bowie's just a knife.
Ooh the pain.

I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when.
The freaks come out at nine.
It's twenty to ten.
What's this funk that you call junk?
To me it's just monkey business.
Get back!

Blind man in the vox that will probably die,
The village kids laugh as they walk by.
A psycho on the edge of this human garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers are telling him to jump.

Into the fire from the frying pan, tripping on his tongue, For a cool place to stand.
Where's this shade that you've got it made?
To me, it's just monkey business.

Monkey business, slipping on the track.
Monkey business, jungle in black.
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back.

Monkey business, slipping on the track.
Monkey business, jungle in black.
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back.

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls dressed to the socie-tees.
Your hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis can't get you by that monkey.

M-m-m-m-monkey, monkey!

Monkey business, slipping on the track.
Monkey business, jungle in black.
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back.

Monkey business, slipping on the track.
Monkey business, jungle in black.
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back.

Monkey business, you can't tell me
(Monkey business) if I've got the business.
(Ain't your business) no monkey on my back, yeah! huh!

Monkey business, ness, business.
Don't give me your business, baby, woah ay!


Dudes, when I was in college, one night I did sit-ups keeping in time to that song. I am pleased to announce I didn't vomit nor did I cry for my mother when the next song on the cassette, "Slave to the Grind", began.

(Michele deserves it for slandering one of the greatest forgetable hair hard rock bands of the late 1980s.)

 
Do Gun Prohibitions Make You Safer?

Ponder this story: £40m Heathrow gold robbery foiled:
    A gang of men got out of the van and threatened warehouse staff with at least one firearm and other weapons, including knives, Scotland Yard said.

    The gang tried to steal the gold bullion at the warehouse and force their way into a secure area containing a large quantity of bank notes, police said.
In a nation where citizens don't carry guns, the bad guys feel safe trying to steal $70 million dollars with one gun and a couple of knives.

Thieves would not be so bold in great swaths of the United States and in Israel.


 
Compare and Contrast

Class, today's compare and contrast courtesy of FoxNews.com and CNN.com. The subject: Sarin gas munitions in Iraq. Right-click and select View Image to see full image for each.

FoxNews.com CNN.com
10:17 am
Fox Headline, 10 am
"Nerve Gas Released By Iraq Roadside Bomb"

Important stuff up first. Nerve Gas. Iraq. Roadside Bomb.
CNN Headline, 10 am
"Artillery round in Iraq emits sarin gas, U.S. military says"

The incident's diminishing begins. It's just an artillery round emitting a gas, not an improvised explosive device.

Kudos, too, for using the Authorities Allege Asterisk rhetorical device to make the teller of the incident into the story.
3 pm
(sorry, no screen caps)
"U.S. Confirms WMD in Iraq" None.

Main headline involves story of Iraq Governing Council leader.
7 pm
Fox Headline, 7 pm
"Sarin, Mustard Gas Found in Iraq"

Elaborating and emphasizing the WMD.
CNN Headline, 7 pm
"Busy Hurricane Season Ahead"

Nothing to see here, folks..


Within nine hours, CNN had decided that further evidence of Iraq's non-compliance with U.N. mandates regarding banned weapons and weapons systems are no longer important. Not as important as seasonal weather patterns in the Caribbean, anyway.

Update: Ravenwood noticed it, too.


 
Kass on Abu Gharib

John Kass, of the Chicago Tribune, reflects on what Abu Gharib says about America (registration required). Cripes, what to excerpt?
    You might see these photos as evidence that we should never have been in Iraq, that we're no different than our enemy, that we should pull out now.

    I'd respectfully disagree with that.

    We are different. There is no moral equivalency here, despite what some politicians want you to believe.

    Those Americans who committed outrages at Abu Ghraib should be sent to prison, and not only the enlisted people and the strange woman with the dog leash, but their commanders as well. Let's be clear on that. Torture and the mass murder of innocents was Saddam's policy. That is not our policy. Just as the severing of heads and putting it on video is not our policy.

    As a political tactic, comparing the United States to Saddam Hussein promotes uncertainty in selected constituencies, particularly the young. It is absolutely necessary that we reject it, because it saps American confidence. It is dangerous.

    There is no other option but to accomplish the mission in Iraq, to develop some stable government and turn the country over to the Iraqi people. Yes, that might mean that U.S. forces will be there for years.
That should give you a taste, but you'll have to read the whole thing to see him quote Victor Davis Hanson.

 
Help Fight Spurious Lawsuits

Overlawyered.com and Radley Balko report on the next target of Big Litigation: the alcohol industry.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, this cannot stand. I urge you to each contribute heavily to fill the coffers of the defense funds for the brewers, vintners, and distillers. I myself like to contribute and show my support by stopping by the liquor store frequently, and I plead that you do the same. And invite me over.

Thank you, that is all.


Sunday, May 16, 2004
 
Kudos to the Editorial Page Editor

Thank you, wise leaders of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, for choosing this photograph to accompany Kevin Horrigan's column this Sunday entitled "The moral clarity of death by Apache".

Instead of, say, any of these.

I would say, "Shame on you," but that requires someone able to feel shame.

(Thanks to Meryl Yourish whose "Meirav was two" post led me to the photos of the Hautel children.)

 
Deploy the Crack-Addled Analysts!

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch has uncovered:
    Black students in the St. Louis area are more likely to attend a school in a district that is virtually all black than they were in the 1960s.

    Fifty years after the highest court in the land declared school segregation illegal, the region's student population as a whole has become more diverse. But still about half the area's students - white and black - attend public schools where nearly all the children look like themselves, a Post-Dispatch analysis shows.
As part of its long commemoration of the Brown v Board of Education, the paper concludes that schools are still segregated. The paper, however, misunderstands or misrepresents a basic concept in segregation: Segregate is a transitive verb, wherein a subject segregates a direct object. Segregation was bad when governments segregated people based upon race because it did not allow them to choose the schools their children attended--the government assigned it by race. With Brown v Board of Education, the Supreme Court said that separate facilities for members of different races were inherently unequal.

Once governments quit segregating pupils by race, segregation ended. However, the Post-Dispatch, arguing in favor of expensive forced integration programs, intimates that since schools are not integrated, they're still segregated. But schools are now segregated by choice, as people send their children to schools where they live and can choose where they live or they can send their children to private schools.

Hold on, some people would argue, parents are not free to choose where they live! A family living on a single service industry salary cannot live in the Ladue school district! Therefore, they are not free! They're segregated to places they can afford to live and are thus not free and their children should be bussed to Ladue!

If you think that, I have two words for you: But since this blog is read by my mother-in-law, I won't say them, but I will think them very hard in your general direction. First, you're misrepresenting freedom to choose as freedom to make any choice or take any action. Freedom to choose means you can choose what's available to you, not among all possibilities real or imagined. Just because I'm not free to travel astrally between the galaxies, soaring on the cosmic wind, that does not mean I am unfree to choose between the possibilities available to me. So parents are free to move, if they want, to places with better schools and/or to make sacrifices for their children's educations if that's what they value.

As for anecdotal evidence, I can only offer the following: A close friend of mine attended the Principia, an elite high school in the St. Louis area. Her mother had gone there. So she did. Of course, her mother made extreme sacrifices to send my friend to the Princip. Her mother was a single mother, raising two children in Colorado and New Mexico, but she moved the family to St. Louis and made sacrifices, deals, and relied on the help of others to ensure her children could attend the school she chose for them. She chose. Period.

So feel free to continue to ignore the St. Louis Post-Dispatch's perspective on this issue, and continue to take care of your children and your schools instead of forcing the government to waste its limited resources on creating a sixties Coke commercial world of properly rainbowed schools of which the Post-Dispatch would approve.

 
More Civil Rights Every Day

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch approvingly reports:
    The mother of accused serial killer Maury Travis, whose bizarre hanging death in the St. Louis County Justice Center was ruled a suicide, filed a suit Friday against the county, the architects who designed the jail and the contractors who built it.

    The federal suit by Sandra Travis Harden claims her son's civil rights were violated by negligence and building flaws while he was supposed to be on a suicide watch after his arrest in June 2002 on federal charges involving two kidnappings.
Her boy killed himself, but his civil rights were violated because the government did not restrict him enough so that he could not kill himself.

Don't dwell on it too long, gentle reader, for it might cause your head to explode, and I don't want to violate your civil rights by not preventing you from being informed.

At which time, I guess, your survivors could sue my family, the makers of the components within my computer, my Internet Service Provider, blogger, and the company that built the comfortable chair in which I am sitting. Also, to spare the company litigation, I would like to point out I am not drinking a delicious Guinness at this time.


 
Leave the Metaphors to the Professionals, Son

Dan Caesar writes in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch:
    With a week of retrospective, that seems to have played out to a "T" in the Blues' nixing Fox Sports Net's desire to keep Ken Wilson, who had broadcast Blues games for a record-tying 20 full seasons.
Geez, I think that's supposed to be a metaphor. Is he talking about tee-ball? A tie? I don't know.


 
Let's Eat

Bald eagle will be taken off threatened species list.

I mean, we already serve the runner-up for Thanksgiving.


Saturday, May 15, 2004
 
It's Not a Flip Flop If You Neither Flip Nor Flop

Best of the Web Today pointed to a New York Post story wherein John F'n Kerry says he'll support Bush's proposal for more spending on Iraq:
    John Kerry yesterday said he'll back President Bush's call for $25 billion in extra funds to support U.S. troops in Iraq, after taking lots of heat for voting against $87 billion for the troops last fall.

    "The situation in Iraq has deteriorated far beyond what the [Bush] administration anticipated. This money is urgently needed and it is completely focused on the needs of our troops," Kerry said in a statement.
Note, however, Kerry has not affirmed that he will bother showing up in the Senate to actually cast a vote on it. Working in the Senate is the job for which American taxpayers employ Kerry at a salary of over $150,000 a year, but for which Senator Kerry has been calling in sick for much of the year.


 
Book Review: The Official Darwin Awards 3 by Wendy Northcutt (2003)

I got this book, in hardback, from the Quality Paperback Club for like a buck. I've been a fan of the Darwin Awards since I joined the IT industry and realized that I had an Internet browser right on my computer desktop and learned all the amusing little sites with which I could amuse myself when I needed a break from breaking the software (even when I was a mere technical writer, I was hell on code, werd). So I'm already familiar with the concept of the Darwin Award.

A Darwin Award goes to people who make spectacularly poor decisions that lead to their own deaths. Not just bad decisions; having a few beers and then driving up the Pacific Coast Highway while calling your ex-girlfriend and then going off the road and into the surf, that's a bad decision, but not spectacularly bad. Spectacularly bad is drinking a couple of beers, climbing a telephone pole, and peeing onto electric wires. Macabre, no doubt, but amusing from a distance.

Because the book comes from a Web site, one has to wonder what the book format brings that the Web site does not. For example, I've read F'd Companies as well as and urban legend encyclopedia that resemble printed versions of Snopes, and in many cases, the answer is not much. As it is with this volume.

The book, as a value-added nod to the print medium, also contains an essay that begins each chapter. Unfortunately, the essays are rather short--600 words or less, I reckon--that lightly touches upon a topic unrelated to the chapter. These essays are light overviews of topics such as how the entries are picked, flame wars on the Web site, and transgenic animals, and they offer the depth one might find in a syndicated newspaper feature. A short one. But they're unrelated Each actual Darwin Award vignette is properly sized for a screen of text, so each is about a page or so in print. They're quick and easy to read. That's the plus for the book, but it's also what's on the Web site. So now that've said something nice about the book, I'll sum up.

This volume doesn't add much to the Web site, so it's worth the money if "the money" is only a buck and/or you like to read this stuff offline or cannot type www.darwinawards.com into a Web browser.

 
Do They Really Understand Why There Are Prices?

/. links to a story on the BBC which says Microsoft might have to raise prices to pay for its exorbitant legal fees and fines.

From the BBC story:
    Microsoft is objecting to the size of legal bills submitted by lawyers who brought an anti-trust case in California against the software giant.

    Microsoft told a California court that consumers could suffer if it has to pay the full $258m ('/£146.7m) bill.

    The legal costs are part of Microsoft's settlement for over-charging consumers buying its software in California.

    "I wouldn't have put it in if I didn't think we earned it," said Eugene Crew, the lead attorney against Microsoft.

    "Somebody ends up paying for this," said Microsoft attorney Robert Rosenfeld. "These large fee awards get passed on to consumers."
Insightful commentary from the Slashdot poster:
    Do they really understand why there are laws?"
Spoken like a professionally overpaid, but open-source free-software-loving burgeois Marxist. Let me explain, once again, the real world. Companies want to make money. To make money, they design, build, or provide things or services. They then offer to exchange same for a quantity of money that covers their costs as well as make a tidy profit. The profit margin's really determined by the demand for the thing or service, and it cannot equal zero or a greater number (m >=0). So when the cost of providing the good or service goes up, such as a result of regulation or litigation, the price of the good or service goes up. End of story.

Information wants to be free, quoth some developers making upper five or lower six figures, who don't work for enough soup to sustain themselves and a simple pallet in the corner upon which to sleep.


 
We Got Your Shadow Government Right Here

How presumptuous that John FU Kerry is conducting United States foreign policy on behalf of the flocked-up sheep citizens he's bound to fleece slaughter protect:
    Sen. John F. Kerry said Friday that despite public declarations from France and other European countries that they would not send troops to Iraq, there were indications some of the nations would be willing to change course with the right diplomatic effort.

    "There are senators and … diplomats who have had conversations with other folks that I think indicate that — given the right equation, given the right statesmanship and leadership — it is possible to have a very different level of participation," Kerry said Friday at his Washington campaign headquarters.
We used to have a set of united states hereabouts, wherein we spoke with a single voice internationally. Now, the red states have their duly-elected spokesman, and the blue have the self-appointed messianic one.

(Link seen on Wizbang!)


Friday, May 14, 2004
 
Pop-Up Mocker Updated

A link to a story about a spyware maker whose pop-ups were previously mocked and a new pop-up reviewed. Why don't you just click this link now: Pop-Up Mocker

 
"So-Called" Watch Day 2

Shame on the editorial staff at The Wall Street Journal:
    The rise of terrorism and so-called asymmetric warfare only reinforces the wisdom of making distinctions between legitimate POWs and unlawful combatants.
I would say, "A pox upon their writing abilities! A blight upon their style!" That, however, appears redundant and already happening.


 
Jonesing for a Quiz?

Microsoft Encarta's got a short one that tests your abilities to fill in the blanks for proverbs.

I scored 10 of 10 immediately. Perhaps it's harder for people who rely on Microsoft Encarta for any portion of their educations.


 
Slight Amusement

Visit Slightly Amusing, the Web site of Brad Simanek. He's a contributor to Top 5 stuff and is worthy of a chuckle or two.

 
Some People See a Whale Tail; I See A Loophole

Looks like Louisiana's about to extend its nanny state to picking clothes for its children by outlawing low-riding pants:
    House Bill 1626, also known as the “Baggy Pants Bill” states: “It shall be unlawful for any person to appear in public wearing his pants below his waist and thereby exposing his skin or intimate clothing.”
Have your attorneys file for an exclusive disjunction injunction. It will confuse the judge, undoubtedly, just as easily as I have confused myself and you.


 
Sounds Like a Hostile Workplace To Me

Hidden in the ombudsman column of the Boston Globe wherein said ombudsperson explains the chain of events that led to the Globe printing a story about a rabble-rousing city selectman or whatever anachronism those staid New Englanders have in lieu of alderpeople who pee in trashcans during a filibuster who waved around a bunch of photographs depicting American soldiers raping Iraqi women--photographs long debunked here in the blogosphere as having come from topical pornography--we find this interesting admission from the ombudsperson:
    Various sources last week said the photos displayed by Turner came from a pornography website, and they may well have, although I could not trace it to the source.
One has to wonder how hard Christine Chinlund scoured the Web for a particular set of pornographic pictures and how many sites she reviewed in the course of her research. And if it constitutes a "hostile workplace" for her co-workers, or if "I was looking for the source of photos of alleged improprieties on the part of American soldiers" works when the boss catches you.

(For more information, see Media Log by Dan Kennedy for May 14, 2004.)

 
Comic Relief

It's good to remember that some absurdity remains in the world:
    Cuban President Fidel Castro launched an immense anti-American protest on Friday with denunciations and ridicule of President Bush, saying the U.S. leader was fraudulently elected and trying to impose "world tyranny."

    The Cuban leader led a sea of Cubans past the U.S. diplomatic mission here on the oceanfront Malecon Boulevard in a demonstration organized by the communist government against new U.S. measures aimed at squeezing the island's economy and pushing out Castro.

    The crowd chanted "Free Cuba! Fascist Bush!"
Are you sure they weren't using a noun of direct address in their chants? "Free Cuba, fascist Bush!"


Thursday, May 13, 2004
 
STOP THE MADNESS!

"So-Called" Watch: Linda Feldmann, The Christian Science Monitor:
    Bush's gains were notably big in the 17 so-called battleground states, those that were decided by a close margin in 2000 and promise to be close again this fall.
(Thanks, Pejman, for the link which gave another quarter-turn to the stick in my maw.)

 
Major Media as Reality Television

Let me see if I get the attribution straight: An Instapundit post refers to something on Roger Simon's blog which resulted, ultimately, in an essay on The American Thinker.

Read that essay.

The lead:
    How do we account for the continued strength of President Bush in the polls, relative to his presumptive Democratic opponent, despite the stream of bad news from Iraq? Much of the journalistic and intellectual establishment is plainly baffled …and dismayed. The answer is not that complex: the public, unlike the class which defines itself as living the life of the mind, understands that we are at war, a war in which our very survival is at stake. This is a gut-level cognition.

    Those who pride themselves on their ability to spin chains of logical reasoning, and sometimes arrive at a counter-intuitive conclusion, instinctively recoil from the obvious lesson, especially when it validates the positions of their political opponents. For them, the battle against the hated Bush is more important than the battle against Islamicist terror. Theories which blame the West as the source of all evil take precedence over actual evil, stariung them in the face.
My tangental epiphany:

Major news media are the same as reality television.

Face it, they're not just people who point cameras and shoot stuff. They're content providers who need to sell a story. They don't just dish out facts and events. They start with a story, and then they cut the video and stage it as needed to have a narrative arc, complete with villians who are just people trying to do the best they can, but whose actions the "narrators" cast in unflattering lights and out of context--but within the narrative arc.

Major news media are nothing but entertainment, folks, and the pictures they paint and the artistry they employ might be actually, you know, entertaining or compelling. If they weren't talking about something vitally important, and if they weren't trying to base it as a true story. Perhaps "Inspired by Actual Events" would better describe it.

 
"So-Called" Watch

This damn cheap verbal construction sticks in my craw and wiggles and twists. I don't care to hear this abomination spoken (and I have one friend who applies it to his conversations like barbecue sauce on over-cooked hamburgers), and I find it disreputable when professional writers use it in things for which they were paid.

Current offenders:
  • Richard Roeper, Chicago Sun-Times:

      Conservative commentators who seized on this tragedy to complain that the so-called liberal media was more interested in abused Iraqi prisoners than a murdered American civilian are either lying or stupid.


  • Sara Shipley, St. Louis Post-Dispatch:

      The Howard Bend Levee District is nearly finished with a $25 million upgrade designed to protect against a so-called 500-year flood, or one that has a 1 in 500 chance of happening in any given year.
Face it, "so-called" is the "alleged" without the elegance and without, you know, actual allegations. So-called is the drop-in equivalent of an "authorities say" asterisk in a headline, a written sneer that would be denied if someone questioned a speaker who added the equivalent tone of voice. It's making air-quotes with the English language, and it deserves all the mockery we can summon.

I'm almost tempted to start a "So-Called Watch" blog, but given the underwhelming popularity of Pop-Up Mocker, I think not.

 
Richard Roeper Scores a Twofer

In his column today, Roeper of the Chicago Sun-Times endears himself to the other half:
    You go first. In a recent column you brought out the big guns, God and the Vatican, to condemn Rush Limbaugh for his support of the troops in the so-called Iraqi prisoner abuse. Who you gonna call on now to comment on the televised beheading of an American civilian -- the liberal high authority Michael "Freaky" Moore? Let's just see if this cold-blooded murder gets as much air time from the media as the naked butts of Iraqi prisoners.

    Alberta Dabrowsky, Lake Zurich

    The entire world should be condemning that horrific, cowardly murder. As for press coverage: the beheading of the American civilian is a huge story and was treated as such. Conservative commentators who seized on this tragedy to complain that the so-called liberal media was more interested in abused Iraqi prisoners than a murdered American civilian are either lying or stupid.

My response, of course, is that I read his column online every day Monday through Thursday, so I guess it's obvious which of the two I am.

Mr. Roeper can be reached for comment at rroeper@suntimes.com.

 
Dear Mama Gena

I, too, have a crush on my best friend!

Should I tell her?

Signed,
Are You A Psychic, Too, Because Your Columnist Name Sounds Like What A Psychic Would Call Herself -Notice How I Subtly Slipped A Second Question Into My Letter For Free

 
Why Do They Hate Us?

At OpinionJournal.com, Peggy Noonan examines the terrorist threat to Newark. Her analysis:
  • Because the Port of Newark is an easy target:

      He [Tony Soprano] comes across a documentary about the potential use by terrorists of the nearby Port of Newark. The Port of Newark, the biggest port on the eastern seaboard, receives millions of ship containers each year; the feds say they can check only 2%; terrorists could easily smuggle in a dirty nuke.

      Tony becomes alarmed. He knows Port Newark. The mob is there, his people are there. It is corrupt, lazy, badly run. Suddenly he realizes there's nothing between his home and kaboom but a chain-link fence and a mall.


  • Because the Port of Newark is an attractive target:

      Port Newark is just beyond the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor. A hit on Newark would cause panic in al Qaeda's great target, New York--stock market crash, terror in the streets. A hit on Port Newark would deal a blow rich in practical and symbolic terms.


  • Because New Jersey is becoming the center, in America, of the movement for cloning:

      But there's more and for me it's more central, and the reason my pings began. New Jersey is becoming the center, in America, of the movement for cloning. Its governor just signed the most liberal cloning bill in the United States. There is money in cloning research, and status: We're the coming intellectual center of science! We're not just the Meadowlands and the mob, we're Princeton and Einstein! There is greater suburban affluence to be gained, and higher tax revenues for politicians to spend on community centers built through no-bid contracts by big contributors. The Robert Torricelli Psychotherapy Institute for the Differently Abled. The Jim McGreevey Carpal Tunnel Trauma Research Facility.
Cripes, spare me further "Why do they hate us?" projection of whatever bugaboos the commentator has about America in the discussion of terrorism. Who cares? Don't solve the projected problem, eliminate those who would blow up Newark for whatever reason.

And prevent Peggy Noonan from being cloned, ever. For her sake, and for the sake of generations of future Americans who read conservative commentators.

 
Steve Chapman Speaks Word to Power

Steve Chapman, in today's Chicago Tribune says (registration required):
    Some newcomers are planning to move to Chicago, and the invasion sounds as though it will be a grim affair. "They're a negative for the city," said one fearful alderman. They're guilty of "treating people wrong," said an angry minister. They exploit a "slave mentality," charged another clergyman.

    You'd think Genghis Khan was riding in our direction, with his marauding hordes in tow. In fact, the would-be migrants are from Wal-Mart, whose chief crime is to become one of the most successful companies in American history. All the giant retailer is threatening to bring is a few hundred jobs and a lot of inexpensive products. But critics want the City Council to block the project.
Bobo opponents want to block it because it's Wal-Mart. But it's a good company, an employer, and a seller of things people want to buy. Get off the anti-capitalist chic and let it in.

Just don't let the local government throw people out of their homes or provide tax breaks.

(Originally seen on Daniel Drezner because I must be slow today getting to my Chicagoland papers.)

 
Reminder

Modern Drunkard's first annual Alcoholics Unanimous convention is this weekend in Vegas.

Remember, pilots, you are our designated fliers. Not even a little tippling for you.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004
 
The Worst Part About 13 Going on 30

The worst part of the movie 13 Going on 30, which I only attended because I love my beautiful wife very much and she's a great Jennifer Garner fan, is that they got 1987 so very wrong.

For those of you who don't know, which I pray is most of you, the main character is 13 in 1987 who wishes she were 30. The plot is bang! She is 30, and it's 2004, and she doesn't remember anything between now and then. Now that we have that pesky plot out of the way, I can lay into what was really wrong.

Take, for example, the three musical touchstones from the 1980s that reappear throughout the movie:
  • "Love is a Battlefield" by Pat Benetar. The 13 year old in 1987 knows this song by heart. This song was released in 1983 on Live From Earth. It was a very big deal back then, but by 1987, it wasn't popular.

  • "Thriller" by Michael Jackson. Again, since this album was released in 1982, when the main character would have been 8 years old. By 1987, Bad had been released, redefining Michael Jackson as "tougher" or something. Regardless, the youth of 1987 thought Michael Jackson was gay, werd, and no one would have thought to imitate the dance from the video, which was not getting that much airplay on MTV in 1987.

  • Worst of all, the main character has a crush on Rick Springfield, and she apparently kisses her middle school love interest to the song "Jessie's Girl", which came from 1981's Working Class Dog and didn't get airplay that a person born in 1974 would have remembered until the 1980s stations started cropping up around the turn of the century.
Those are just the musical misfires in the movie. In 1987, at her thirteenth birthday party, her best friend buildss her a dollhouse which contains a stereo and all the record albums she could ever want. Jeez, Louise, record albums? As a dream of a middle schooler in 1987? Audio cassettes had supplanted records by then. Memo to other inept writers: Betamax was gone by then, but laser discs were still struggling along.

Please, spare me the constant Rick Springfield crush notes. In 1987, a girl would more likely have a crush on Jon Bon Jovi or George Michael or Prince.

Even the subtleties of this faux 1987 grate. The love interest shows up in a Trans Am, with long hair over his ears. Teased long hair, okay; mullet, possible. Short, gelled spikes? That was cool in 1987. But the heartthrob wears hair about five years out of style.

I wouldn't be so agitated by it if they had not specifically set it, within the first minutes of the movie, in 1987. Sure, as we get older, time periods expand so that what's hip in a particular year is not as important as whether we like the artist or not. Quick, Matchbox 20 had their first hit....Oh, sometime in the mid-to-late 1990s, wot? But when you're 13 (or 15, as I was in 1987), each individual year and the particulars of fashion are very important, and their impressed into our psyches.

Which is why the authenticity of this movie really did not impress me. It's obvious that some older writers reached into the grab-bag of the i980s and came out with a couple handfuls of things they might have remembered. Hey, it's all good retro stuff, huh? Unfortunately, they risked offending, yes, offending a major set of Generation X who lived those years at that age. Or maybe just me.

 
Brian and the Argotnots

Today, friends and readers, I coin for your amusement a term in the testers' cant, a secret language spoken to confound developers. Just as developers confound us with talk of materialized views, mainClasses, and environmental PATH variables (all of which we testers know to be fictional), we testers have devised our own secret language with words and terms we can use to explain problems and then, with exaggerated patience and a healthy eye-rolling, define those terms for the silly developers who really don't know anything about testing.

Today's term: a zool.

Zool: a row in a database, added via an INSERT command, or rendered in the presentation layer (client application or Web interface) that is expected to contain information, but because of defective behavior of the software does not.

Used in context: "There is no data, only zool."

Try to use it in a sentence today. Extra credit goes to those who use it but don't actually work in IT.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004
 
Book Review: Tortilla Flat by John Steinbeck (1935)

As some of you know, I've been reading Steinbeck on and off for the last couple of years (Of Mice and Men review); what I said then holds true. Steinbeck's as accessible and as easy to read as Hemingway, which means I've read a bunch of him, and the Faulkner I was supposed to read in college remains on my to-read shelves.

This book deals with a group of Mexican-Americans who live in Tortilla Flat, a small, er, suburb of Monterey populated by Mexican Americans. It's set immediately after the first world war. The main characters are layabouts. It's not so much a novel as a collection of anecdotes or loosely-related stories, a la Winesburg, Ohio. Actually, considering that the pastime of the main characters is stealing or trading for gallons of wine, perhaps this book should be called Winesburg, California. But it's not.

To keep with the spirit of the book, I drank much red wine while reading it. The level in my bottle went down, down, and perhaps I enjoyed the book more for it. Still, I couldn't apply too many lessons of the book to my life, since none of my neighbors have chickens I can steal, and because I like to think my life has more meaning than acquiring money for wine. I'm a Guinness man, don't you know?

Still, the ultimate point of this book might be that there's more to life than laying about and drinking. However, the thin characterization and even the thin narration don't really compel the reader to make those conclusions. It's sort of like an epidode of Star Trek: The Next Generation. We were lazing about, stealing for wine, and an incident occurred.

Unlike Star Trek: The Next Generation, though, you can sound a bit snooty when you say, "This reminds me of Steinbeck's Tortilla Flat...." So if you like quick reads in Great American Literature, pick it up. Especially if you can score it as part of a Steinbeck set at $1 each like I did. Werd.

 
Book Review: The Far Side Gallery by Gary Larsen (1984)

This book is 20 years old. You like the Far Side? That's yesterday's newspaper. The Far Side has been out of business for so long, most young people today--indeed, most in that coveted 18-34 demographic--won't remember it. Sort of like if you talk about Opus, or Bloom County, or Calvin and Hobbes in five years, or Dilbert in ten or fifteen (although perhaps Dilbert, like Hagar the Horrible, will remain in the funny pages longer than in the culture).

So I'm ashamed that this book is now one of those cultural artifacts I'm fond of reading--especially since I remember it in its pre-artifact days. The wry, outlandish humor remains, but I wonder how much of it would fly in today's world. Particularly the gags with the mushroom clouds. Of course, in the early eighties, we had a Republican president that contemporary conventional wisdom thought was bringing humanity to the brink of its extinction. Looking back, the sepia-toned memories are less frightening since the bigger story turned out well. But I digress. Mushroom clouds? Not so funny. Office politics and corporate shenanigans? Funny and relevant, for a couple years yet.

Still, the book's amusing enough in itself. One typically encounters Far Side cartoons individually, tacked on cubicle walls from Far Side calendars (or at least that's how I encounter them on my beautiful wife's cubicle wall). En masse, such as a great book like this, one encounters a greater number of cartoons of varied punchlines, which means the end result is average--wherein the cubicle wall is very selective, choosing one or two cartoons from a year's worth of cartoons reprinted from several years' worth of cartoons.

Perhaps I just read this book too quickly (a single night). But I didn't spend too much on it (4 books for 4 bucks plus shipping and handling from Quality Paperback Club), so I'm pleased with it. If you're a Far Side fan, it's worth it. If you're not, it's like a collection of Andy Capp's greatest hits. Well, no, probably a bit better than that since most of us can identify with cattle on the moon better than English ruggers, but you get my point.

 
Escalating the Level of Discourse to Violence

Check out John Kerry's bravado here:
    Democratic presidential candidate John Kerry warned his political opponents on Monday against attacking his outspoken wife, Teresa Heinz Kerry, saying, "They're going to have to go through me."
That's a pretty metaphor, Massachusetts. But we here in the midwest respect our elders just enough to not beat them to a pulp when they start talking smack.

 
Who Are They Kidding?

Important insight from WebMD Health News:
    Commercials featuring topless models with buff bodies and unattainable physiques may make the viewers feel depressed and unhappy with their bodies.

    Sound familiar? It is, but this time it's the men's turn to feel insecure.
Actually, it doesn't sound familiar at all, but then again I have what they call "self-esteem" mostly because I have an accurate depiction of why my body is the way it is, and I'm content with it. Sure, I'd like a little flatter stomach, but that would require more time on the gerbil machines and fewer Guinnesses.

So pardon me when I am skeptical when a woman psychologist from Central Florida University intones, seriously:
    "The level of muscularity and attractiveness that are idealized in the media often are not attainable for the average man," says researcher Stacey Tantleff-Dunn, professor of psychology at the University of Central Florida. "Men see more of a discrepancy between how they want to look, or think they need to look, and the image they see in the mirror. Such discrepancies can cause the dissatisfaction and low self-esteem that lead to extreme and often unhealthy actions, such as eating disorders, exercising too much, and steroid abuse."
You know what I think when I see an idealized level of muscularity and attractiveness in the media? I think, "Hey, I'm in the media!" or "Hey, man, I wish I had time to spend four hours a day in a gym; of course, I would spend it drinking Guinness and reading or napping in a recliner, but the time would be nice."

 
Now, Lift It Up Slowly

Over at A Small Victory, Michele has posted another photograph that's certain to drive all the boys wild.

Some of us like the tall, dark, sexy ones.

Monday, May 10, 2004
 
Iraqi Prisoner Abuse

I have not posted on this topic much, gentle readers, because the zone has been quite flooded with floor-to-ceiling coverage of the topic. It's a bad thing, but not as bad a thing as it's been made out. The coverage certainly outweighs the offense.

I don't have anything to add. Read what this guy says about it. He covers it.

(Link seen on Instapundit.)

 
Are You Appositive?

Pardon me while I mock the editing of the ABCNews.com piece entitled Aisles of Fraud? Faked Slip-and-Fall Accidents Cost Customers, wherein we find this gem:
    Debbie Williams, a fortune teller, was caught faking a fall in aisle nine of a New York City grocery store. Williams — who is also a fortune teller — knew she was going to fall before she walked into the store.
I must be psychic, too, because I knew before the second sentence that Debbie Williams was a fortune teller!

 
Global Obesity Not America's Fault

Thank goodness experts have acknowledged that global obesity is not solely the fault of the United States.

However, we should be act unilaterally and institute the world-wide famine, as previously planned, to reduce the weight of people who currently are getting too much to eat. Do it for the Children!

 
Some Animals Are More Equal Than Others

Charles Schmucker, senator from a tiny little state called New York, posits more Federal tax money, contributed by people in Mississippi and Wyoming, should go to New York:

    The federal government should give New Yorkers unused housing subsidies earmarked for other states, Sen. Charles Schumer said yesterday.
From the many, one, brother, as long as it's one of the populous states whose overregulation is choking its populace. Put your fingers around my neck, too, please.

 
She Turned Me Into A Newt

Newt Gingrich, on OpinionJournal.com, explains a double standard at work:
    The media coverage of the violations of American law against Iraqi prisoners is in peril of setting a dangerous double standard for America and the Arab world. The administration must be very careful in explaining how we feel and what we will do. Otherwise our enemies will use our own words as an excuse to exploit this double standard.

    To be clear, a very small number of Americans did a terrible thing at Abu Ghraib. And because we live under the rule of law, and we take protecting the Constitution seriously, the accused will be investigated and, when guilty, punished. The incidents themselves are to be condemned.

    Some have called for Donald Rumsfeld to resign. However, he has led the process of exposing the wrongdoing and investigating the charges. Moreover, he will see to it that the accused get a fair and honest trial, in which there is a presumption of innocence until guilt is proved and the guilty are punished. That due process is something we as Americans should be proud of, and unequivocal about. In view of Mr. Rumsfeld's significant contribution to our security, this incident will be but a footnote.

    Explaining our anger at these misdeeds and our determination to punish the wrongdoers is appropriate. Appearing overly contrite or overly apologetic, however, will be a big mistake.
What he said.

Sunday, May 09, 2004
 
Bare and....What's the Other One?

On the front page of its NewsWatch section, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch offers pro and con, emphasis on the con, of whether another casino would be good for the St. Louis area:
  • (No) Opponents of new casino tell tales of addiction's toll
      Looking back, Connie realizes she should have seen the problem. Her family members always wanted her to take a separate car to the casinos - they knew she would want to leave long before they did.

      She should have known the $50 here, $100 there that they borrowed was not a coincidence. She had lost a few bucks playing bingo before, she knew grocery bills were hard to cover sometimes. No big deal. They always paid her back.

      Had she been asked three years ago to vote on a new casino in Lemay, where she lives, "heck, yes, I was all for it," said Connie.

      The loan requests grew larger and more frequent.

      "They ran themselves low on one person, and they couldn't go to them anymore, so they would start on other people, and pretty soon, I realized they were all hitting on me," Connie said of her family members.

      None of these relatives had gambling problems before casinos came to the St. Louis area. They had never visited Las Vegas. There was a history of alcoholism in the family, and Connie smoked through three pregnancies before she finally quit.

      "I know about addiction," she says.


    So we start with an anecdotal lead that, I guess, will support the argument that government should pad the harsh walls of reality to make it safe for the least responsible or intelligent members of society, because if they can, stupid people will do stupid things.

  • (Yes) Supporters for new casino see cash for education
      Last week, Hancock High School Principal Jason Naucke bluntly told his students that if they even considering drinking, don't bother showing up for the prom. Fifth graders got a one-hour lesson from a police officer about the consequences of joining a gang, the 15th week of a 17-week course urging them to reject drugs and violence.

      Just another week in the "values" curriculum at Hancock Place School District, while the district's superintendent was pushing for a casino to come to the neighborhood.

      A casino means money, and Superintendent Ed Stewart hasn't seen enough of that.

    A new "casino" would mean "tax revenue" that "scare-quoted" "educators" could [Please punch up with use of term so-called. --Ed.] use in promoting "values" in their so-called curricula, and the unintelligent educators "educators" don't capture the "irony" of raising money from gambling while promoting other "values" (which are obviously "scare-quoted" because anything valued by someone other than the journalist is "suspect"). Thus begins the story favoring the casino.
Criminey, I pay money to have this delivered. At least I am getting some use out of it now that hockey season's over.


 
The Most Insidious Pop-Up Ad I Have Ever Seen....

...is now chronicled at Pop-Up Mocker.

 
The 'Hard Emotions' of Conservation

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch profiles the president of the St. Louis Zoo. The lead: How he fired up his wife to think about conservation:
    Perhaps the only wild creatures Melody Noel studied in law school were F. Lee Bailey and Alan Dershowitz. But today, Noel is an expert on penguins, cheetahs and addaxes.

    "Farmers in Botswana are shooting cheetahs because they eat their livestock," Noel said. "It's going to take some creative solutions and some time to work through the problem."

    Noel has no background in biology, but she is married to St. Louis Zoo president Jeffrey Bonner. And anyone who lives in Bonner's world - whether for two decades, like Noel, or two years, like the Zoo's 1,000 employees - invariably adopts his passions.

    "I am a perfect example of a convert," said Noel, who practices domestic law. "These are not things I thought about before, but he knows how to get people fired up."
You mean, farmers shoot wild cats that attack their domesticated animals? The horror! As mountain lions return to scourge the mountainous country of our own United States, I only hope the farmers in Botswana only use one bullet per cheetah and have a nice, fashionable pelt to wear afterwards.

But what's the point of the anecdote? The great Mesmero can convince people who would marry him to join him in an inchoate collection of beliefs about the circle of life as it exists outside of Disney cartoons. So what makes him different from any other professor?
    Now Bonner wants to convert St. Louisans and one of the city's most beloved institutions. Soon, he promises, visitors will see a new sort of St. Louis Zoo, one that confronts the destruction of the wild, the slaughter of endangered species and the hard choices the public must face if it wants to change the world. This new Zoo that Bonner envisions looks a lot like the old one: The train still runs, sea lions still flip for fish and Raja still roams the sprawling River's Edge. But with the fun comes a sober message of conservation and responsibility.

    "What we have failed to do is really show people the world around us. In Africa, the loggers are putting in the roads, and the hunters go in with their AK-47s and slaughter every animal they see.
I guess he's saying that he would prefer Africa to continue with substinence farming, famines, and starvation, since that lack of development didn't threaten nature.

How daft is he?
    To Bonner, who studied anthropology, the human element matters most.

    "The environment is never the problem. It's the people that are the problem - always the people," he said.
Pretty damn daft, if you ask me. People are always the problem. Except people like him.
    "Conservation ultimately requires compromise," Bonner said. "I think people struggle with that all of the time, but if you look at the big picture, there are ways of balancing your lifestyle with the good you do."

    In Bonner's case, he drives a sport utility vehicle, eats meat and wears leather shoes.
So he proffers this compromise: cattle farmers, African loggers, everyone outside of a pampered urban setting, you've got to do what he and his type dictate, based on theories and "hard emotions." He, on the other hand, will continue to make six figures, eat meat, drive a sport utility vehicle, wear leather shoes, and promises never to get attacked by a big cat while jogging or allowing his pets or livestock to tempt carnivores. Also, he's willing to suffer through puff pieces in the newspaper and colleagues who gush:
    Jerry Borin, director of the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium, calls Bonner "a big-picture person."

    "He is always two or three steps ahead but he brings people along," Borin said. "That's important in the zoo community. We are not that large of an industry, and by nature we have to cooperate."
That big picture? It's a large, flattering self-portrait depicting Bonner as nobility, willing to do what's best for his serfs, whether it's popular or not.

Update:
What does a mountain lion or cheetah think of a zookeeper who's not afraid to admit he wears leather?
Atkins-friendly.

Sorry, I couldn't help it. I am also toying with a global outreach program called "Bullets for Botswana," but that takes more effort than making jokes.

Saturday, May 08, 2004
 
A Doctor With Perspective

At the risk of imperiling my marriage, I shall link to this piece, entitled Second Hand Joke, wherein Dr. Sydney Smith recognizes that smoking's bad, but also that trampling individual rights for abstractions such as "public health" or "the good of the individual" are worse. Read:

    ​ ​​​​Smoking is a filthy habit. It causes bad breath. It stains the fingers and the teeth. It rots the lungs and it takes the breath away. Spend a day in any doctor's office and you can quickly spot the long time smokers, such is its impact on the body. And death by tobacco is a truly horrible death, with the final days spent gasping for breath and drowning in ones own secretions while the doctors look on helplessly.

    And yet, as loathsome as smoking is, it's hard not to feel sorry for smokers. Every morning I pass small clusters of them in front of the hospital, just around the corner from the "No Smoking" sign, like high school hoodlums who smoke just a step away from school property. Some of them are hospital employees, puffing off job stress during their breaks. Others are patients, with nothing but flimsy hospital gowns and robes to protect them against the elements while they seek solace in tobacco. It seems cruel to make them smoke outside. The hospital has a special room for prayer. Couldn't they have a special room for smoking?

    But then, the world has become a cruel place for smokers. Not only must they huddle outside at work to indulge, they increasingly must also huddle outside when they're enjoying a night on the town. Over a hundred cities in the
    U.S. have banned smoking in public places such as bars and nightclubs. Last month, Ireland banned smoking in pubs. Now Scotland is under pressure to do the same, and the EU is flirting with its own ban.

    The rationale for these bans is that smoking in public is not only a nuisance for non-smokers, but a health threat. While it's true that an asthmatic non-smoker may have problems working or relaxing in a smokey bar, anti-smoking advocates have lately drastically stepped up their claims regarding the dangers of second hand smoke. A CDC official, writing in the British Medical Journal warned people with heart disease to avoid all buildings that allowed any smoking, claiming that just thirty minutes of inhaling second hand smoke could cause heart attacks. Apparently, even miniscule amounts of tobacco smoke can turn your coronary arteries from this into this.


 
Readings in Prosecutorial Overreach

Slate published a couple good articles on Friday dealing with prosecutors and their new cudgels with which to beat the citizenry into proper obsequiousness. Read: Read them, and weep that your legislators will forever more empower prosecutors until such time as we're all in prison, and they have to go after each other for wrongful prosecution and corruption.

Friday, May 07, 2004
 
Book Review: Video Fever: Entertainment? Education? Or Addiction? by Charles Beamer (1982)

As you all know by now if you've been reading these book reviews and haven't skipped over them to get to the snarky humor, I read a lot of books that are not only sociological studies, but also are artifacts of their time periods. What they say about whatever they're talking about reflects the time in which they're written as much as the subject they cover. So I picked this book for under a buck during one of those binges of used book-buying in which my my beautiful wife and I often indulge.

I read it over the course of a couple weeks during my lunches at work. I even pasted a number of Post-It notes into the book with snarky comments so I could do a longer, more reasoned evaluation of the book. However, since it's been on my desk here, just to the right of the MfBJN mainframe for a couple of weeks now, this is all you get. Sorry.

You can pretty much guess how the book's going to go from the title. Unfortunately, the book's cover doesn't have the proper soap opera score to illustrate the way you should read the title. Ideally, it would be Video Fever: Entertainment? [piano tinkle] Education? [tinkle] or Addiction [heavy chord DUM DUM!]

Charles Beamer, high school teacher, examines the video game craze as you would expect a high school teacher might. He goes to video arcades (remember them?), asks questions to which anyone not called "faculty" in a professional capacity would raise an eyebrow, and then extrapolates results from a limited statistical sample.

You know what he found?

Bad elements liked to hang out in arcades, smoke marijuana, and sometimes those bad kids stole a couple bucks from their parents' purses or wallets to play. Sometimes, games were the "only friend" of the players, and other anthropomorphic mayhem ensued. Beamer "examines" the typical player archetypes, from the preteen misfits to the 20-somethings blowing off steam. He briefly examines the benefits that video games might provide--raising a generation comfortable with that fad "computer" thing.

But he's just waiting to get into the harm video games provide. Stealing quarters from parking meters. Smoking pot (brother, have we got a surprise for you in a couple years, when people start to smoke crystallized cocaine). Antisocial superpredators--no, wait, sorry, that's what latchkey crack babies movies or GTA would later provide. As a result, the tail end of Generation X has no hope at all.

Then he examines what can be done, which devolves from a study of good family life into a screed favoring extremely strict Christian discipline. Frankly, that particular turn in an attempted even-handed sociological study couldn't have been more jarring if the author had written Iä! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!

So it's an amusing tract, almost worth the thirty-three and a third cents I paid for it (if that much). I'm not sure it's worth the hours I spent reading it, but hey, I'm jumping on that grenade for you, gentle reader, to spare you the horror.




Marginalia:

As I mentioned, I noted some sections for extra snarkage. I'd hate to have wasted all those expensive little yellow slips with adhesive on one end, so I've included the best for you below:
  • p11:
      It's dark inside arcades and video game centers, womblike, comforting, exciting. Lights flash and flicker seductively in many colors from strange and alluring sources. Sounds of battle beckon the players to death-defying heroism, courageous exploits hardly possible in the ordinary worlds of school and home, and hours and hours of fun!
    Jeez, man, I'll admit my mother smoked cigarettes while I was gestating, so I remember the womb as dark, soft, and warm (or so I remmeber through the recovered memories). What was your mother smoking to make her womb like a freaking video arcade while you were gestating?

  • In a section called "Tricks of the Trade":
      A distributors' [sic, and from a TEACHER no less] problem that makers assist in solving is "burn-out" among players who become tired of playing the same games in the same places. One tick the markers use is to provide distributors with decals and pop-in microchips; the decals slide under the tabletop on the front of the machine, making it look like an entirely new machine, and the exchange of microchips changes the way the machine plays in a way so the playes believe it is a new game.
    You heard it here first. JAMMA is a trick! played upon poor, unsuspecting quarter-thieving, ganja-smoking teens. Except swapping the boards (not just the chips, brother) does make a new game. Of course, Beamer's technical comprehension is limited.

  • p67, introduction to the chapter "Do Video Games Harm Anyone?"
      Perceptions of experiences are more important than the experiences themselves. There are people who can find joy hidden in even the most tragic situation, and there are others who cannot be satisfied or made happy no matter what their experience of joy. We see ourselves and our experiences uniquely, and "real facts" are distorted and shaped and changed by any number of factors--how we feel about ourselves, our memory of past experiences, and our expectations of a situation.
    Just put down the epistemology and back slowly away before you harm yourself and others. "Perceptions of experiences are more important than the experiences themselves"? Jeez, whatever your mother was smoking must have been potent.

  • p135, in "Appendix B: How the Games Work":
      Home-delivery systems have been heralded as the "coming thing." Promoters say that soon (even now in some areas) it will be possible for you to shop for groceries or any other product from your home.
    Well, it took a couple years, by Cosmo and Webvan took right care of that. Note to younger readers: In the later part of the last century, two Internet companies called Cosmo and Webvan got lots of venture capital to lose trying to do just that. "Even now in some areas" would take eighteen years from Beamer's prognostication to be proven unready. Cripes, it's 2004, and I have to explain Webvan.

  • p136, the real pain sets in when Beamer describes how arcade games are programmed in Basic [sic] where a pyxel [sic] is manipulated and a byte is 1000 [sic] bits and wherein
      Two other terms now come into play, and both refer to program commands in response to a player's action. The first term is "poke." Poke is a command meaning "go to" some pyxel or matrix on the screen. When a player fires the cannons or lasers of his spaceship to destroy an asteroid or a space invader, the microprocessor understands only "Poke." On a microchip, an impulse flashes toward a number of pyxels in a direct line (a line that appears direct on the screen but actually is moving diagonally or slantwise across tiny dots) toward the edge of the screen.
      The second term is "peek." It is a command meaning "look ahead." The microprocessor is asking a microchip to look ahead of the "poke" command to see if there is anything along the line of "poke." If there is, then another subprogram goes into operation: a collision occurs, an invader is blown up, lights flash, sound blares.
    In Beamer's world, upright arcade games are written in mangled Commodore BASIC 2.0. I'd weep for Babylon, too, if I were projecting the future across these flawed sightlines.

 
Book Review: The Art of Deception by Kevin D. Mitnick and William L. Simon (2002)

This, the most Holy Tome of Mitnick, describes the various means through which social engineers infiltrate your company to extract sensitive information. Coupled with a bit of technical knowledge, a bit of insight into large corporate community, and two heaping tablespoons of audacity, these fellows play upon the good will of corporate insiders to get into places where they shouldn't.

Each chapter and section analyzes different techinques used and psychological traits preyed upon, with sample scenarios (often told from real-life hearsay), but you, gentle reader, should buy this book, learn from its contents, and trust no one. Granted, I started out paranoid cautious, but this book reminds you to not trust that friendly voice on the phone and to vet people you meet in person.

Of course I recommend the book. Read it now!

And just so you know how much I value this book, I paid whole paperback book club price for it!

Thursday, May 06, 2004
 
Perhaps This Will Make the Arab Street Feel Better

Eugene Kane writes another of his screeds in the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, this one entitled "Abuse of detainees nothing new in U.S.":
    The president of the United States of America assured the rest of the world Wednesday that images of prisoners in Iraq being mistreated by their American captors were just an aberration.

    "People in Iraq must understand that I view those practices as abhorrent," Bush said on Arab television, referring to alleged abuse of prisoners by the U.S. military at Abu Ghraib prison near Baghdad.

    "They must also understand that what took place in that prison does not represent the America that I know."

    Maybe he ought to tell it to Curtis Harris, a Milwaukee man in danger of never walking again after an encounter with Milwaukee police officers last December.
Kane chronicles an aberration, an abhorrent treatment of a detainee by police in Milwaukee. I guess he equates it with the Iraq story because he's trying to indicate that it's standard operation of The Man whether He's a cop on the beat or a soldier on patrol. Typical Kane.

Blech. I am sorry I bothered you with it, gentle reader.

 
Those Geniuses at MIT

According to the Boston Globe, those young geniuses at MIT have come up with a way to meld exercise with video games to make exercise "fun":
    The hot-air balloon was too low, much too low. A mountain loomed ahead, its granite wall reaching out to smash the fragile basket. Daniele De Francesco had only seconds to react. So De Francesco did the only thing he could do. He pedaled faster.

    It worked. On the TV screen in front of him, the balloon slowly rose, clearing the peak with room to spare. De Francesco even got a couple of bonuses. He snared a floating gold coin worth 50 points, as well as a vigorous cardiovascular workout.

    As a 2000 graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, De Francesco still has use of the school's Zesiger Sports and Fitness Center. That's why he's one of the test subjects for an MIT project that merges video gaming with physical fitness.

    It's called CycleScore, and it's a recumbent bicycle connected to a personal computer programmed with a simple, engaging game. CycleScore transforms the bike's pedals and handlebars into game controllers, and offers a game program that rewards steady effort and the occasional burst of speed. There's even a touch of the shoot-'em-up, as the balloonist can fire missiles at passing targets for extra points. The idea is to create a system so interesting and enjoyable that people will forget they're sweating.
Wow! He's got to have a Super Genius business card to recreate Prop Cycle, a Namco video game from 1996.

Milennium Arcade had one of those in Crestwood. In 2001, I played it several times and told everyone I was going to open a chain of health clubs where all the cardio equipment had a video game component.

I am going to be a little saddened when someone with, you know, follow-through comes along and makes money off of it. Kinda like that database with a Web front end wherein you can enter little scraps of information and links and the software will serve it up as a Web page. Something else I didn't follow up on when I had the idea in 1998.

 
Trust Me, I Know What I Am Doing

Count down the days with me. July 27, 2004.

Sledge Hammer! DVD set


Can't wait? Listen to the opening theme and visit these sites: Is it July yet, mommy?

(Invaluable resource: TV Shows on DVD.com.)

 
Slightly Heralded Bush

Unlike this story, at least the media --the Cincinatti Enquirer anyway--caught a story of Bush's common empathy:
    Lynn Faulkner, his daughter, Ashley, and their neighbor, Linda Prince, eagerly waited to shake the president's hand Tuesday at the Golden Lamb Inn. He worked the line at a steady campaign pace, smiling, nodding and signing autographs until Prince spoke:

    "This girl lost her mom in the World Trade Center on 9-11."

    Bush stopped and turned back.

    "He changed from being the leader of the free world to being a father, a husband and a man," Faulkner said. "He looked right at her and said, 'How are you doing?' He reached out with his hand and pulled her into his chest."

    Faulkner snapped one frame with his camera.

    "I could hear her say, 'I'm OK,' " he said. "That's more emotion than she has shown in 21/2 years. Then he said, 'I can see you have a father who loves you very much.' "

    "And I said, 'I do, Mr. President, but I miss her mother every day.' It was a special moment."
Do you think John Kerry would have given her an awkward pat on the stomach?

(Link seen originally on Wizbang!, but it's everywhere by now.)

 
Lileks on REM

From his column in the Star-Tribune (registration required):
    I never really loved R.E.M., because I felt as if I was supposed to love it. C'mon! The guys are brainy-looking, and sometimes their lyrics make Elvis Costello's opaque blocks of text look as clear as an Irving Berlin chorus -- heck, man, you're in COLLEGE! You HAVE to love R.E.M.! It's this or Ratt! Fine. I liked them, but never loved them. Example: "End of the World As We Know It" -- it's Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" for vegan guys with goatees.
Ouch, that's got to burn the kids with van Dykes up (which were much more popular, and often were confused with, goatees). It undoubtedly bothers them as they middle age that Billy Joel has a longer, more diverse musical career than Stipes and co and is ultimately more relevant.

Of course, even when I was young (and even considered a van Dyke briefly), I preferred Billy Joel. I mean, he sang about being young when he was young, and he sang about aging as he aged. REM? One trick ponies: disaffected youth, even as they grew old. Billy Joel covered that, too, in "Angry Young Man".

 
Roeper's Hair Care Tips

Richard Roeper of the Chicago Sun-Times offers some hair care tips:
    I've never stolen any hotel shampoo because of course I always wash my hair with Guinness and condition it with Harp. It's been a family tradition since 1917.
Take it from the guy. he's got the metrosexual thing going on. Although it does seem like a waste of Guinness to me. Perhaps he means Extra Stout, not Draught, which is more appealing.

Wednesday, May 05, 2004
 
Take Two

Clap the, well, clapboard, for the St. Louis Post Dispatch has a new reason to oppose the discontinuation of emissions testing in the St. Louis area:
    In 1999, Robert Bowers, a buyer for the Office of Administration, signed a contract on behalf of the state with Environmental Systems Products, a Connecticut-based company that runs the 15 inspection stations in Missouri. The company is the largest provider of emissions tests in the world.

    Its contract runs through August 2007. Ending it early could mean the state would have to refund $40 million to company.

    With a general fund that already faces shortfalls, that could mean the death of legislation that narrowly won first-round approval in the Missouri House on Monday.
Pardon my simplistic understanding of contracts, but I don't think Environmental Systems Products paid forty million dollars to the State of Missouri for the privilege of conducting business which the state will have to refund if it revokes that privilege. I would guess that the buy-out payment is less than what the government, and buy government I mean we citizens would have to pay out to keep the program going. Not to mention our own hassles of sitting in our cars for an hour waiting our turn on the rollers.

But it's not about just payng the forty million, oh no:
    The state would also lose the $2.50 fee it collects from each $24 inspection if it ends the program. That would mean about $600,000 a year in lost revenue.
Oh, there's the loss of the ability to strip money from motorists in the St. Louis area. That hurts the state budget, which will undoubtedly be forced to cutback to roller skates from nicely-painted vans on some meals on wheels program or another.

It's good to see persistence on the part of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. They hit us with the dreaded runny nose and lost jobs attack, now it's contract "refunds" and lost state revenue. What will it be tomorrow, lack of emissions testing leads to increased ecstasy use and removes St. Louis from consideration for an NBA expansion team?

 
What A Novel Concept!

Something seems awfully familiar about Anne Taintor's new book:
    Whether becoming your mother thrills you or terrifies you, it's likely you'll find something to laugh about in artist Anne Taintor's new collection of collages in "I'm Becoming My Mother" (Chronicle Books, 112 pages, $12.95). Taintor takes images that promote the domestic ideals of the early 1950s and slaps one-liners - often hilarious, always unexpected - on them.
I just can't put my finger on it.

 
Check Out the Information-Systems-Industry-Venom Sacs on Him

Dale Franks examines the beauty in the boondoggle that is the Navy/Marine Corps Internet.

Oh, yeah, an enterprise-caliber, best-in-breed solution designed to do nothing but cause money to exchange hands. Lots of money. Taxpayer money. Beautiful.

 
Steinberg Stings Greene

In his current column in the Chicago Sun Times, stings Bob Greene in a simile:
    My room at the David Intercontinental looked down on the beach. The first night I couldn't sleep, so went downstairs to slog through the Mediterranean and join what looked like about 10,000 people partying on the sand. I expected young adults dancing the hora. What I found were high school students, some falling-down drunk, clutching tequila bottles. I tried assessing the mood of Israeli youth, which seems to have absorbed our core American values. "I want to be a star!'' exuded Tal Zolti, 16. Their English was good, but I started feeling like Bob Greene crashing the junior prom, and after one kid called me "Grandpa'' I decided it was time to head back upstairs.
Remember, Bob Greene resigned his position at the Chicago Tribune after having an affair with a seventeen-year-old girl (legal in Illinois, fellows!) whom he met on the job.

Me, I am disappointed. Not because I am a fan of Greene's, which I am, but because I've been polishing my own Greene zingers since I'm reading Bob Greene's America and will undoubtedly deploy those zingers in the online review.

Unfortunately, now they'll seem derivative of a real writer. Thanks a lot, Mr. Steinberg.

Tuesday, May 04, 2004
 
But Wait, There's More!

Instead of having a life, I have blogged a pile already tonight and I have updated Pop-Up Mocker.

More value for your blog-reading dollar. Can I have that dollar? A couple more and I could buy a Guinness.

 
Google Search of the Day

Apparently, you have reached the number two hit in Poland for proposal swapping my wife.

Not interested. Don't offer. Go away.

 
It's Still All Good

Although this story from yesterday has been retracted, I stand upon my inferences thereupon.

Viva la economie!

(Link seen on Instapundit.)

 
Common Sense Check

Today, in the Chicago Sun-Times, Richard Roeper takes on the American Idol racism manufactuversy. He sums it up:
    That's what happened recently when Chicago's Jennifer Hudson and two other young black women finished in the bottom three in viewer voting, while that Doogie Howser-lookin' 16-year-old, John Stevens, was among the top vote-getters, despite the fact that he CANNOT SING A LICK. (To the shock of the judges and anyone with working ears, Hudson was sent home, which turned out to be a great career break. You don't get to read a Top Ten List on "Late Show With David Letterman" unless you're making real news.)

    How could this happen? How could arguably the three most talented performers finish with the three worst vote totals? Hmmm, could it have something to do with the fact that they're black?

    A lot of people, including Elton John, seemed to think so.
Roeper's take?
    I thought the cries of racism in the wake of Hudson's ouster were emotionally cheap and intellectually lazy. (Personally, I was glad to see Stevens go because I'm a rabid anti-schmaltz-ite.) To slap the "racist" tag on millions of people because they preferred a hokey teen-boy singer to some over-emoting junior divas is quite a leap. Maybe there are just a lot of Nebraska grandmas and New York teenyboppers who voted for Stevens, while fans of the Bottom Three felt so secure about their favorites that they didn't bother to vote. I mean, if the vote two weeks ago is proof that America is racist, then last week's vote means America has learned its lesson, and isn't racist any more. Right?
I agree it's not about race, but for a different reason.

From what I understand, you vote by calling a 900 number for your favorite singer. You can vote as often as you want or your parents can afford. That sort of election process selects a special subset of viewers, a subset that has superfluous money, time, and motivation to call a 900 number.

It's not white versus black. It's idiots versus people with lives apart from the television.

Thank you. Please note, this Internet is not an idiot box because it has more than a box. It is two boxes, a big calculator with letters on it, and a unicycle with two buttons on it. That is all.

 
Doing It For The Children Bureaucrats

Good news: The Missouri Legislature has begun the process of eliminating emissions tests required for automobile licensing in the St. Louis area. As cars become cleaner, these tests' burden, in terms of resident money and time spent, have not yielded that many results. The sponsor says:
    Bill sponsor Rep. Jim Lembke, R-south St. Louis County, said the testing is unnecessary, unpopular and a burden to the elderly and poor. He said the program should be eliminated because 92 percent of all vehicles pass the test and the biggest polluters - motorcycles and many trucks - are exempt from the law.
Good work. Hey, I once met Lembke, back when he was running unsuccessfully for the position he now holds. He was canvassing door-to-door, and I had to hammer him a bit on conservative consistency--particularly his love of "incentives" to draw industry to Lemay, but his opposition to welfare and government handouts to individuals. But enough about me.

The bad news: opposition invokes a scattering of silly reasons to keep the program running:
    Rep. Barbara Fraser, D-University City, said ending the clean-air testing could exacerbate the symptoms of allergy sufferers and would mean the loss of 250 jobs.
Got that? A slightly runnier nose and throwing 250 hard-working bureaucrats into the private workforce. Oh, the horror, the horror!

Politicians like this think you can legislate full employment by creating enough government regulations and divisions and offices. It got us out of the Greast Depression, didn't it?

Hmm, no, I think that was the techno-military-industrial complex gearing up for WWII, not the CCC. But hey, I was less alive than the Baby Boomers were to experience it first hand. What would I know?

 
More From The Noggle Economic School

Command Post reports:
    The LA Times is reporting that presidential campaign spending in this cycle may exceed $1 billllllion dollars. (Thank God we have campaign finance reform.)
Hot digduggity! So that's a billion dollars of excess wealth drained from willing participants in the political process to be spent and redistributed to print and broadcast media, creative agencies, and in bars and restaurants where sales are struck. God bless America, and it's not compulsory. Unlike tax money for social programs, which are too often spent the same way.

 
More Unheralded Bush

Via Snopes.com, a story about President Bush jogging with an injured serviceman:
    Attached is a picture of Mike McNaughton. He stepped on a landmine in Afghanistan Christmas 2002. President Bush came to visit the wounded in the hospital. He told Mike that when he could run a mile, that they would go on a run together. True to his word, he called Mike every month or so to see how he was doing. Well, last week they went on the run, 1 mile with the president. Not something you'll see in the news, but seeing the president taking the time to say thank you to the wounded and to give hope to one of my best friends was one of the greatest/best things I have seen in my life. It almost sounds like a corny email chain letter, but God bless him.
You think John Kerry would trip over him and call him a son-of-a-bitch?

 
Who's Your Theologian?

I know I'm a couple hours short of that degree in Theology, but I recognize the problem in Hugh Hewitt's assertion:
    "For all of its history, ADL has been self-asked to live up to one of the oldest most fundamental principles of civilization. It is actually one of the Commandments as we know: 'Love your neighbor.' And all of you are yourselves showing courage, because it can be bitter, it is tough. Bigotry, hatred, fear, drive people to do things that are inexplicable, and it is hard in any community to stand up against that, but it is vital."

    John Kerry --connecting again with yet another audience. ADL is a largely Jewish organization, which is not likely to recognize John Kerry's "commandment" as one of the big 10.
Sloppy sentence, Hugh. You know and I know that the Big 10 are found in the book of Exodus, which features the little-known story of the Hebrews fleeing from Egypt. Some of the people in the Anti-Defamation League might have heard that story sometime. So it's not that the members of the Jewish organization won't recognize the ten commandments.

A more nuanced reading indicates that the members of the Anti-Defamation League will not recognize Kerry's "Love your neighbor" edict as one of the ten commandments because it's not in the ten commandments, not because the Jews don't recognize the ten commandments.

Take care with your words, brother, because someone out there will hop on it to paint you as anti-semitic, somehow turning your ill-written assertion into repeating the blood libel.

(Link first seen on Power Line.)

Monday, May 03, 2004
 
All Aboard, We've Been Expecting You....

It's hard to tell if the author and the sources for this piece in Time are helping Kerry, or damning him. Explaining why John Kerry sounds like an unprincipled opportunist when he's just the opposite:
    Kerry's verbal meanderings are partly a reflection of a mind that sees complexity in almost every issue. The son of a diplomat, educated partly in boarding schools in Europe, Kerry learned to look at current affairs from multiple perspectives. Says an adviser: "It's not like he's trying to shade the truth. He overintellectualizes his explanations." Asked by TIME in a March interview whether the Iraq war would be worth the costs if no weapons of mass destruction were ever found, Kerry replied, "No, I think you can still — wait, no. You can't — that's not a fair question. You can wind up successful in transforming Iraq and changing the dynamics, and that may make it worth it, but that doesn't mean [transforming Iraq] was the cause [that provided the] legitimacy to go." Kerry may in fact be right when he argues that a successful outcome does not justify an illegitimate war, but a listener has to work hard to understand his point.
You got that? No? Put a little effort into understanding it, and you'll come away with the message that John Kerry is too smart for you to understand.

Perhaps the Kerry campaign should not deploy senators whose understanding of nuance match Kerry's own:
    "If you look at his public career, it's been just the opposite. He's not been unclear on the environment, on labor and education issues," says former Nebraska Senator Bob Kerrey. "His reputation in the Senate is that you can trust his word. If he believes in something, he'll fight for it."
Got it?
  • Kerry's not been unclear.
    This does not say that he has been clear. Just that he is not unclear.

  • His reputation ... is that you can trust his word.
    This does not say that you can trust John Kerry's word. This says his reputation is that you can trust his word. He's got Senate cred, werd.

  • If he believes in something, he'll fight for it.
    This does not address whether Kerry says what he believes, nor whether he will fight for what he says he'll fight for, or anything, really.
Thanks for not being a cartoonish or obfuscating character, little Kerrey. No, that sort of babble conveys precisely the slippery meaning the speaker intends, and both Kerry and Kerrey know it. They just have to tell the American people that they don't, sort of, know it or mean it except when they don't not.

 
The Economist Speaks

More from the Brian J. Noggle "Capitalism: It's All Good" School of Economics. Take this story, which says:
    High gas prices are forcing families to shop in cut-rate grocery stores, a food industry analysis finds.

    "High oil prices, both at the pump and for home heating, depress consumers' ability to spend more," said a report by the Food Marketing Institute released at its annual trade show in Chicago yesterday.

    "It is not surprising that more shoppers are buying food today in discount stores and other low-price venues than ever before," the study said.
It's all good. As rational consumers, those who allocate their resources to fuel and to food discount stores are acting in their own best interests. The free market at work.

What about the grocers out there? Well, people are choosing low price over....what is it again a full grocery offers?

You see, the Brian J. Noggle "Capitalism: It's All Good" School of Economics sees through every little ping of "bad" news as a net positive. When the man on the radio says copper prices are going up, that's good for the miners and it's good for the people who make alternatives to copper. Copper prices going down? Good for people who want to buy or make things with copper. Gas prices going up? Good for refineries and Big Oil, as well as for people who make hybrid automobiles, mass transit, and pastimes close to home. Gas prices coming down? Good for transportation companies, consumers, and tourist destinations.

Keep that in mind when these reports come out. The news is typically bad for whomever is releasing the report (well, probably good fro whomever got paid to prepare the doomsday scenario), but it's good news for someone else, and it's probably not zero sum. It's better news for everyone when capitalism is unfettered.

Sunday, May 02, 2004
 
Book Review: Fielder's Choice by Michael Bowen (1991)

This book is supposed to be a whodunit. It's more a WTF?

The book is set in 1962. The backdrop: The end of the Mets' miserable season. During a ballgame in late September, Jerry Fielder, a "businessman" with a shady reputation, is murdered in the pressbox with a number of people nearby. Who could have done it? Who cares?

For starters, the first person narrator is a somewhat minor character, recounting things that happen to other people. It's kind of jarring to try to keep that bit straight. Second, it takes like 70 pages until the murder is committed. Thirdly, it's difficult to keep the suspects straight, much less the investigating characters and the partners and whatnot. Some characters call suspects by their first names, others by their last names, and at by the middle of the book, I gave up trying to keep it straight, instead, I just wanted to get through the book.

Someone did it. Or did someone else? Who knows? The Mets didn't win the pennant that year, and the scorecard for the game in question was the vital clue. A fielder's choice was marked an error. So you see, the title's a pun playing on that, not the character's name! Ha hah! The gimmick got ya!

Ha hah! I paid under a buck for it in hardback, of which the author got what he deserved: nothing!

Excuse me, I am bitter because my own masterpiece has not yet been published, and it only takes fifty pages to get interesting. Where's the justice, I ask you.

 
More Urban Planner Pap

Once again, highly paid academic consultants decide what's good for cities: the creative class. From the St. Louis Post-Dispatch on April 29:
    Yet another theory is dumping on St. Louis' ability to create jobs, bashing the region and others like it on the most unlikely of economic measures: its lack of gays and bohemians.

    It's an argument waged by author Richard Florida, and it has set off a firestorm of debate about what makes up a vibrant economy.
Easy for someone to say, but what really makes a city? Hmm, why do people come together from their scattered hovels on the steppes? It's because the city offers:
  • Protection from nature and enemies. Better police coverage, fire protection, and better medical care than the small towns or rural areas.

  • Jobs. A livelihood that does not involve slaughtering your own pigs or scratching dirt.

  • Infrastructure. Since one's not slaughtering one's one pigs, one would prefer to not have to drive into the next town to visit the bazaar. One would also like roads, commerce, schools for the children, and other amenities that one cannot find in the wilderness.

Cities do not arise, or afall, because of gays and bohemians. The "artistic" class arises from a vibrant city.

Stupid schnucking city planners and elected officials keep shoveling money to consultants who want to elevate their cool, unemployed academic bohemian friends, all the while anticipating the day when they're highly-paid consultants with with cool artistic friends.

 
Conspiracy!

James Joyner has uncovered a conspiracy to keep Republicans home on November 2:
    A 72-year streak links the victory or defeat of the Washington Redskins on the eve of election day with the presidential race. If the Redskins go down to defeat or tie, the sitting president?s party loses the White House.

    ***

    The Redskins? performance has aligned with the presidential outcome in the last 18 elections ? a probability of 1 in 263.5 million, according to Dave Dolan, an assistant professor of statistics at the University of Wisconsin-Green Bay.
Actually, Joyner only posted the story. My keen mind discovered the conspiracy:
    I don't know what to make of this, because the professor is an academic, so he probably wants the Democrats to win, and he's from Green Bay, so he probably wants the Green Bay Packers to win when they play the Redskins on October 31 (Schedule).
Go Packers, Go Pachyderms.

Thank you, that is all. See you in the voting booth on November 2.

 
On Chris White's List

As some of you know, I enjoy Chris White's Top Five List, and I am a paying member of Club Top Five.

So it's with great honor that I was awarded the number nine spot on a recent Club 5 list for the topic "The Top 16 Celebrity Contributions to Humanity". My entry:
    9. Kim Basinger and Angelina Jolie -- Showed society that girls with unsightly, overweight lips can lead normal, healthy lives.
Oh, yeah, it's the equivalent of the Internet Pulitzer for humor. To read the whole list, go to Top Five and plunk down a couple bucks for membership. Unlike some Internet people, I won't post or rebroadcast copyright information, even things compiled from Internet serfs by overlord Chris White who exploit unpaid minions for to generate his own wealth. Of course, I'm not bitter, because I'm just a Club 5 member who got lucky; I'm not a contributor.

 
I Think Someone Has Modified The History Books

Here's a newsbit on CNet dated April 29:
    Google denies FBI link to Gmail
    Google on Thursday denied that it has had any contact with the FBI regarding the design of its Gmail Web e-mail service. The search firm's denial came after the Electronic Privacy Information Center (EPIC) submitted a Freedom of Information Act request to the FBI seeking information about whether the bureau was considering the "possible use of Google's Gmail service for law enforcement and intelligence investigations." EPIC, which gave an award last week to a California state senator who is trying to ban Gmail, announced the request immediately after Google said it was filing for an initial public offering.

    Critics immediately criticized EPIC's request as a publicity stunt and because the nonprofit likened Google's Web-based e-mail service to the FBI's controversial Carnivore wiretapping utility and the Pentagon's discontinued "Orwellian Total Information Awareness program." EPIC's request also asked whether Google had discussed licensing its search technology, in use by customers in the private sector, to the FBI "to further law enforcement investigations or intelligence gathering activities." Google spokesman Nathan Tyler replied: "I cannot confirm whether they're using our technology."
    April 29, 2004 

Funny, I don't remember the program having Orwellian right in the title.

But I'd better not draw attention to it, or it's off to Room 101 for me for questioning CNet.


 
Where's the Punchline?

From a story on Yahoo! news:
    A judge gave a Tennessee zoo six months to convince him that an African elephant named Ruby is adapting well to her new home after being separated from a pachyderm friend in Los Angeles last year.

    Judge George Wu ordered the report from the Knoxville Zoo on Thursday during a hearing in a lawsuit that seeks to return Ruby to the Los Angeles Zoo.
I think the judicial system's rapidly becoming a joke, and this story is but one punchline among many.

Saturday, May 01, 2004
 
Who Says Finance Is Boring?

A couple years ago, I invested in some IBI (Intimate Brands, Incorporated), which was Victoria's Secret. I liked it so much, I bought into the company, werd.

Now it's part of LTD (Limited Brands), but I am still enthusiastic about the company.

I mean, dammit, man, they put pictures of women wearing lingerie into the annual report!

I think there's numbers and stuff in it, too, between the pictures. Some words, too, but hey! Tyra Banks!

Updated: I originally wrote women wearing lingerie into the annual report and have amended it to acknowledge it's really only pictures thereof. Heaven knows, I would have gotten into trouble with the SEC, not to mention my wife, were I to insinuate LTD sends actual models to its stockholders. Thank you, that is all.


 
Passive Voice as An Art Form

The front page of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch which arrived on my driveway:

Post-Dispatch early edition

Man, you have to love the artistry in the headline JOBLESS FATHER IS KILLED AFTER BANK IS ROBBED. When an armed robber menaces bank tellers and guards with a shotgun and then points it at responding police officers, it's important to remove all assignment of blame from the robber and build a morally neutral headline. If anyone is to blame, it's obviously George W. Bush, whose faltering economy and job destruction has led honorable fathers to desperate acts. I guess the editor who concocted this headline was being even handed in not blaring POLICE GUN DOWN JOBLESS FATHER AFTER BANK IS ROBBED.

That, friends, is a work of art in passive voice.

I notice that the online recreation of the front page looks different:

Post-Dispatch later edition

JOBLESS FATHER IS KILLED AFTER ROBBING BANK still runs a little sympathetic for the bank robber. The headline for the online story isn't much better: Robber is killed outside bank, police say, which uses the "authority figures allege" asterisk to show that the crusading headline writers at the Post-Dispatch won't be duped into thinking that a man with a shotgun and a bagful of money coming out of a bank is anything but a victim of oppression by a heartless police force/society/something other than his own bad choices.

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