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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Ask Dr. Creepy
Dear Doctor Creepy,I've always enjoyed the privilege of being the creepy guy at work, which has meant fewer interruptions of a personal nature and less interaction with my annoying co-workers. However, the company has recently hired another fellow whose creepiness apparently is novel enough that I'm more normal by comparison. This means people are starting to stop by my desk to chat and are starting to invite me to lunches and happy hours. How can I regain my creepiness crown and enjoy merciful ostracization? Signed, Not Creepiest Dear Not Creepiest, As you well know, creepiness can come in a potion form, so look around the new creepiest person's desk to see if it's in a phial on the desk or in the drawers. If not, check the person's lunch in the refrigerator; if it has mayonnaise upon it, know that this often masks a creepiness potion, and you should lick the mayonnaise off of the target's sandwich (reassembling it afterwards, of course, to cover your tracks). This will give you the benefit of the elixir and deprive the target of its power. Additionally, to improve your creepiness, remember the power of the mystical chant; this focuses your energy and chree, the mystical power of discordance that manifests itself as creepiness. I cannot tell you what mystical phrase works for you, but I'd recommend some simple, rhyming chant, perhaps even a nursery rhyme. You should chant this phrase to yourself whenever you're alone at your desk, in an elevator, or in the men's room (this works especially well for women). Remember, you can generate some kinetic motion from your chakras by rocking slightly as you chant. Try it now! Finally, remember eye contact is key in communications. That is, you should never make it. Or you should stare. Don't do what the straights do, which is break eye contact every once in a while for comfort and then look into someone's eyes. Overdo it or don't do it, that's my motto. But if you're going to chant a nursery rhyme, do make the eye contact. Sincerely, Dr. Creepy Monday, July 30, 2007
Robin Carnahan: Ghostwriter In 2006, Missouri Secretary of State Robin Carnahan's office rejected two conservative-minded state ballot initiatives, but put four liberal-minded initiatives on the ballot. In 2007, Missouri Secretary of State Robin Carnahan's office might be rewriting a conservative-minded ballot initiative to hinder its passage. Joseph Stalin allegedly said, "It's not who votes that counts. It's who counts the votes." However, what counts more is who determines what is voted on, and Robin Carnahan is casting enough doubt on the process to merit her removal next election. More Taxes Never Enough Missouri Department of Transportation, November 10, 2004, after a Missouri Constitutional amendment throws hundreds of millions of dollars into the Missouri Department of Transportation budget:
MoDOT unveiled the Smooth Roads Initiative, a plan to provide 2,200 miles of smoother pavement, brighter road markings and other safety improvements in three years. The initiative is the first part of a three-part plan to use Amendment 3 funds to improve the state's highway system. A map specifying the selected roads was included in the announcement. "Missourians spoke loud and clear when they voted for Amendment 3," said MoDOT Director Pete Rahn. "By an almost four-to-one margin, they said they're not happy with current road conditions, and they want them fixed. Starting today, that's just what we're going to do."
Road construction costs are spiking, debt payments are ballooning, and at the same time, fuel taxes are generating slightly less cash and the federal highway trust fund is speeding toward a multibillion-dollar deficit. The more you feed the government, the bigger it gets; the bigger it gets, the more it needs to eat. Ah, who cares about economics and an understanding of a bureaucratic nature. THE BEAST IS HUNGRY! Sunday, July 29, 2007
What He Says Mark Steyn enumerates flaws in the justice system. I agree with everything he says. But I don't expect that there will be a groundswell to fix these issues since it's not everyone's grandmother getting railroaded like everyone's grandmother is starving and destitute. At least, that's how Congress characterizes them. Another One Where I Read Them All RPG Motivational Posters. It took me two days to review all 414. But I did. Saturday, July 28, 2007
When Buzzwords Collide, Study Firms and Consultants Thrive Study: Companies apply ROI to Web 2.0, despite softer benefits:
There are tangible business benefits, such as a drop in support center calls because of rich Internet applications or a database system replaced by a corporate wiki, according to the Forrester Research Inc. study released this week, but they remain elusive for most IT decision-makers. Instead, most companies point to softer benefits, such as business efficiency and competitive advantage as the true value from Web 2.0 technology, according to the report. Hey, I won't knock it; I am in a profession whose benefits are hidden but whose lack is obvious. But I have a hard time selling on benefit/analysis kinds of things MBAs like. I have to try to sell it on do it right, and the customers will come. Book Report: Sweet and Sour by Andrew A. Rooney (1992) This book collects a number of Andy Rooney's newspaper work from the late 1980s and early 1990s. As they're not based on current events, they're aging well, although a couple of his cast-off ideas have come to pass (a news scanner? Hello, RSS). As you know, I am a fan of the author (see also Years of Minutes and Word for Word). So I like the author, I read his books, and I get, more and more as I age, where he's coming from. Unfortunately, the book finishes with a couple of eulogies that Rooney wrote for some long time friends and co-workers, which is a real downer of a way to end a book; coupled with the fact that Tangled Vines ended with eulogies, and suddenly old Brian is feeling a bit of end-of-life melancholy. Thursday, July 26, 2007
Book Report: Tangled Vines edited by Lyn Lifshin (1992) This book is a collection of poems about the mother/daughter relationship. So I read it at my son. Honestly, I bought this book at the tail end of our trip to the St. Charles Book Fair this year, when the box of books I was buying grew heavy and from some rows over the lad grew ill-tempered. So I saw a book I thought was by Lyn Lifshin and threw it in the box because my beautiful wife likes her. Heather later pointed out that Lifshin only edited it, but I had it anyway. So I read it. After reading a pile of McKuen and the Sonnets of Eve, an anthology was nice. You know that if you don't like a poem, you won't have to suffer through another fifty or so just like it. And I have to say, you chicks have some odd relationships with your mothers/daughters. The early poems are fraught with envy of the youth of the daughters, some serious dwellings on the pending sexuality, discord, and eventual understanding in the eulogy. I'm glad we males have simpler competitive relationships with only the desire to supplant/prevent supplantation on the throne of Olympus. A quick enough collection, with enough good pieces, to be worth the time. It's got its share of fluff, though, and some outright poor pieces with too much "I" in them to be good poems. Hollywood Moviemakers Lack Business Sense; Instead, They Have "Conscience" According to the Washington Post, numerous filmmakers are going ahead with anti-war films:
Other coming films also use the damaged Iraq veteran to raise questions about a continuing war. In "Grace Is Gone," directed by James C. Strouse and due in October from the Weinstein Company, John Cusack and two daughters struggle with the loss of a wife and mother who is killed on duty. Kimberly Peirce's "Stop-Loss," set for release in March by Paramount, meanwhile, casts Ryan Phillippe as a veteran who defies an order that would send him back to Iraq.
But maybe Hollywood isn't making films for us any more; perhaps they're focusing on the foreign markets or on impressing themselves and the Academy. However, allow me to predict that this story will participate in next year's "Box Office Revenue/Ticket Sales Continue to Decline" story. Followed, no doubt, with industry claims that piracy is causing it instead of disconnect between the moviemakers and movienotgoers. Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Complete Misunderstanding of Concept of Failure Perhaps the complete misunderstanding of the concept of failure is a precursor to actual success. For example, Kelly Clarkson speaks about the new sound on her new album, and the potential consequences of changing her sound on her new album:
Monday, July 23, 2007
Mission: Accomplished James Joyner looks at a Congressional Budget Office report requested by Congressman John Murtha, -PA about the feasibility and impact of bringing back the draft, and Joyner wonders:
Reports indicate that the government is studying the feasibility of reinstituting the draft. Never mind that, once again, these initiatives/studies/legislative proposals come from Democrats who really only want the word "draft" in the news. The important thing is that the public, helped along by the message-managers in the media, will think this is a George W. Bush / Republican thing. Behold the beauty of the rhetoric:
Bringing back mandatory service has been the refrain of many who want to put the brakes on the Iraq war; if every young man is suddenly a potential grunt on his way to Baghdad, the thinking goes, the war would end rather quickly. It's also an argument made by those who are uneasy that the burden of this war is being unfairly shouldered by the 1.4-million-strong U.S. military and no one else. I don't think a draft is going to happen; however, what's important to certain elements within our nation is that grandmothers, mothers, and the young fear it enough to elect the "protectors" of youth. Even those same "protectors" are the ones studying and trying to reinstitute the very bogeyman they slay. Sunday, July 22, 2007
Book Report: The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas (1844, 1999?) I got this book as a selection in the Readers' Digest World's Best Reading (remember them?) back when I thought having a number of books in handsome hardback editions was a good way to expend that gratuitous money I was making. As I got random books from old college syllabi, I eventually determined that book fairs would provide easier access to the great literature I wanted. Still, I'd seen the movies (The Three Musketeers and The Four Musketeers), so I thought I'd give the book a try. It's a pretty good book; I read it faster than Anna Karenina, and I liked it better. It's a swashbuckler; instead of The Russian Question, we get court intrigue. Oddly, both books started out as serials, but The Three Musketeers strikes me as more engaging and entertaining. I guess watching the films first helped me to get context, much like reading a Cliff Notes will give you an idea of how things will go so you're engaged in getting there. So I liked the book enough that I'm more impressed with the form, that is, serialized novels that have made their way into our literary canon. Which is a good thing since I have so many Charles Dickens books lying about. In a stunning turn of events, this book marks the fourth and final book from this list that I had on my to-read shelf that I hadn't yet read. I've read them all this year. Maybe I need another hobby. Nah. Admission You know, I'm already starting to confuse Destiny's Child with En Vogue. Somewhere, Beyonce Knowles feels that trembling in her celebrity. Friday, July 20, 2007
Geek Cred- - Oh, man, I only got 7 of 10 in CNet's Classic Games Quiz. It's a wonder you're still reading this pathetic blog. On the other hand, one and a quarter years later, I've finally gotten my lab hooked up and I am posting this from my old Windows 2000 box, the last machine I built by hand. Does that redeem me any? Bueller? Bueller? Yeah, Well I Want A Giant Killer Armored Battle Suit, Too At least this fellow is taking steps: ![]() Advertising for one. Rock Lives On The backlist sales of music from the 1980s and 1990s trend towards hard rock:
Those "Back in Black" numbers would make most contemporary CDs a success. Metallica's self-titled 1991 album is altogether the second-biggest selling album of the Nielsen SoundScan era, which began in 1991. "Metallica" sold 275,000 copies last year. Bon Jovi's greatest-hits collection "Cross Road" last year sold 324,000 copies, while Guns N' Roses "Appetite for Destruction" (1987) sold 113,000. Thursday, July 19, 2007
Yeah. My Other Blog I haven't made an announcement yet, but you can learn how I feel about software developers at QAHatesYou.com. City of Milwaukee Moves to Dave & Busters Approach Columnist Eugene Kane draws our attention to the fact that parking meters in the city of Milwaukee are moving to a credit card based approach:
It's still the same $2 for two hours, but you can pay with either coins or a credit card. In the first few weeks, Floyd said, 40% of parkers have paid by credit card. For those - like me - who worried that paying by credit card might be more expensive due to transaction fees, Floyd said the City of Milwaukee agreed to pay any additional credit card fees connected with the new meters to promote their use. Floyd said the limit on a two-hour spot remains the same. Because once you get used to just swiping your card, you'll be less likely to notice or care that suddenly that $2 for 2 hours is $2.50, then $3.25 for two hours because you're not counting physical coins for it. Outlook Good for US Tourism, Exports Dollar Falls Against Major Currencies:
Well, unless you're as fickle as the media. In which case, it's all bad, regardless. Dollar goes up, it's bad; dollar goes down, it's bad; dollar stays the same, it's bad. Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Ignore the Lesson, Citizen, and Turn in Your Firearm 911 call failed to stop attack that killed man:
Wolfgang Chargin of Folsom called 911 on July 1 to report that trouble was brewing between a group of Russian-speaking people and a group of Fijian and East Indian immigrants in a picnic area at Lake Natoma near Folsom. The call came in to the California Highway Patrol and was transferred to the Sacramento County Sheriff's dispatcher about three hours before the fatal confrontation. Satender Singh was punched and hit his head when he fell. He died a few days later after being taken off life support. Now, think about those response times when you're in an emergency. Who's going to respond faster, an emergency call switched between different law enforcement agencies, or your twitchy finger? LOLCat All the Way to the Bank I've linked to it before and I read it a couple times a week, but now it's a bona fide Web phenomenon: I Can Has Cheezburger? appears in Business Week:
Unfortunately, the proprietor of I Can Has Cheezburger has already found out about how big it's going to get. I hope he's not planning to retire on it, because Internet phenomena come and go. But still, it's a cool site and it's neat that the fellow can make some scratch from it. (Link seen on Ann Althouse.) Yeah, Of Course, I Knew That In this article, an attorney for Trader Joe's doesn't want to be insulting as he defends the chain's obvious trademark infringement on Papa Pallermo's well-known (to people who listen to Milwaukee Admirals broadcasts or Internetcasts) brand:
Of course, this settlement will only last until the EU gets its way and prominent European locations are treated as trademarks when it comes to foodstuffs, but hey, you win the ones you can. Missouri Pours Feed into the Trough for St. Louis Cardinals Owners Ballpark Village moves closer to scoring state cash:
Keep up the good work, fellows, and perhaps soon you'll have Mayor Slay washing your car for you. Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Commodore 128 as Nature Intended It Fellow Milwaukeean (and the only current Milwaukeean between the two of us) Triticale knows I collect old computers, and when he recently changed abodes, he told me I could have his old Commodore 128 that had been in his garage forever. Well, I talked to my brother in Milwaukee about picking it up for me, and he did, and on my most recent trip to Wisconsin I retrieved said machine. When I first tried to boot it, it failed. So I planned to make it a teach-yourself-electronics project to resuscitate it, but all it took was a new fuse in the power supply. So I didn't really learn much at all, but it works beautifully. And darn the luck, the only television with an RF switch attached to it was in the living room. So behold: ![]() Click for larger Oh, my. I was so excited, I hooked the Commodore 1571 disk drive up and I'll be durned if it didn't work right out of the box. So I dug through my archives of my old disks and found some of the programs I had written in the first Bush presidency. As you might know, the Commodore 128 was my first computer, so Basic 7.0 was my first language. And I wrote a number of programs. Including Adventurers' Guild, a program designed to keep track of my D&D group's equipment and character list. It wasn't truly data-driven, but it did use the Commodore 128's graphics to their ability. I mean, high res graphics, brother: ![]() Click for larger The main program was just a routing piece that called a subprogram allowing the user to look at the various and sundry keeps, characters, or stockpiled equipment: ![]() Click for larger For example, if you wanted to see the roster, it would go into a subprogram for the roster and you could see all characters past and present that played in the campaign: ![]() Click for larger For example, here's my brother's favorite character as seen when the user has chosen to view all: ![]() Click for larger And even when I was a junior in high school, I was building help into my applications. Here's one of my first help files: ![]() Click for larger When the user logged out, the Commodore went into hi-res graphics for a moment, painting an exit door: ![]() Click for larger Then it ended turning the screen to default colors and with a final message from the dungeonmaster: ![]() Click for larger Hmm, lightning is misspelled. I'll log a defect on that right away. I wrote a couple of other things, too, including a DMV quiz program after watching the movie License to Drive over and over as only a kid in the boondocks with only Showtime could. ![]() Click for larger The instructions included my address back in the day and welcomed correspondence. Back in those days, that's how you did it without the Internet and e-mail addresses that worked wherever you connected: ![]() Click for larger And the Weird Al Wannabe Quiz: ![]() Click for larger Of course, after I released them to the wild of the Commodore CG BBSes, I'd expect they were never downloaded. I know no one ever came across with a shareware donation. I did, however, make some money programming, as the high school baseball team's manager wanted a program to keep track of stats. At Stellar Soft, we were happy to gather his requirements, deliver a quality program, and support it with new features as requested for the princely sum of like $50: ![]() Click for larger I see that in the instructions, I listed it as a division of Triple N Enterprises: ![]() Click for larger Considering that Noggle, Noggle, and Neiderriter was our lawnmowing business, I guess I did that for taxing purposes. Well, that's my walk down memory lane. What's my point? I don't know; I have 20 years of software development experience? Or perhaps to boast once again that I have more Commodores than Michele? Aw, who cares, I got to post some pictures of an old computer. To Coin a Phrase Or Not To Coin a Phrase Crikey, I thought I was going to coin the word hipnoxious, but someone has beat me to it. Well, there goes my fame and fortune. Monday, July 16, 2007
TradeWars 2007 China wants to play:
The suspension of meat imports from the American companies -- including Tyson Foods -- comes just weeks after the U.S. Food and Drug Administration announced it would hold all farm-raised catfish, basa, shrimp, dace and eel shipments arriving from China until they are tested for residues from drugs not approved by the U.S. for use in farm-raised fish. The title, of course, refers to an ancient BBS game which I had the pleasure of playing in the late 1980s. The game was called TradeWars 2002, and I played it on WWIV Bulletin Board Systems, you damn kids! Sunday, July 15, 2007
He Retired Too Soon There were rumors a couple years ago that the Cardinals were going to sign Rickey Henderson to a small contract at the very end of his Major League Baseball career. I wish they had because unlike some of the loudmouths in sports, I get the sense that Rickey Henderson doesn't take himself as seriously as he makes out. But here are the 25 greatest Rickey Henderson stories. Marquette University President Recommends Standing Behind The Fat Guy After enough time has passed that the Virginia Tech shooting is fading from collective memory, Marquette University President Robert J. Wild, S.J., pens a column for Marquette magazine just in time to frighten the incoming freshmen (except the psycho ones packing heat, of course). In it, he details Marquette's ineffective plan to handle a similar situation, broken down (literally) into phases. When pandemonium erupts, Marquette will respond thusly:
So I guess the hide behind the fat guy is just implied, because once you start inserting the phrase "a suicidal man with a gun" into many of the sentences in his letter to the Marquette community, you realize how silly and, ultimately, ineffective the measures will prove if a Virginia Tech sort of incident erupts in Cudahy Hall. But the survivors will have access to a crack team of grief counselors, no doubt. Try to live through any rampage if only for that. Saturday, July 14, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Book Report: Sleeping Beauty by Ross MacDonald (1973) Ross MacDonald was writing Raymond Chandler novels into my lifetime. How odd. This book tracks Lew Archer as he looks for a missing woman whom he'd given a ride. He finds a twisted set of intertwined well-to-do families still living under the shadow of crimes committed during the World War II years. So the reader comes along, sometimes picking up insights because it's a twisted hard-boiled detective mystery that put him ahead of Archer, but the book and the crimes are labyrinth enough that you still won't figure it completely out until the end. I enjoyed it. I've probably read it before, and might read it again if it's in one of the Archer omnibuses still on my to-read shelves. Hopefully, though, I'll wise up and not buy another copy, but when I'm in a book fair berserker frenzy, I cannot be sure. Thursday, July 12, 2007
This Just In Israeli security firm reports huge spike in PDF spam:
According to estimates by the company, about 10% to 15% of all spam over the past day or so has been in the form of PDF messages. "Given the fact that these messages are nearly four times bigger than standard spam messages, this increases overall global spam traffic by 30% to 40%," said Rebecca Herson, senior director of marketing at the Israel-based company. So far, the outbreak has involved 14 billion to 21 billion PDF unsolicited messages and shows no signs of slowing, Herson said. On the other hand, if I am on the spammers' friendlies list, maybe there's time for me to make a killing in Vision Airships before it goes from 1.9 cents a share to 2.8 cents a share. Dual Book Report: All I Need to Know I Learned From My Cat by Suzy Becker (1990) / 101 Uses For A Dead Cat by Simon Bond (1981) Ladies and gentlemen, I guess I have become a cat person after all. It didn't start to be this way. In the old days, I was a normal guy, favoring dogs over cats as pets. Of course, for a very long time, we didn't have pets except for Oscar, the snake my mother wussified by watching soap operas while petting it on her lap, and a stream of soon to be dead goldfish. But I related more to my aunt's dogs than her cats in her menagerie. Then, when we ended up outside of an apartment in the projects (Berryland, in Milwaukee, thank you), we got a dog. And then a couple more. At that time, I appreciated some anti-cat humor. But then, I moved into my own apartment and got one of those maintenance-free pets (the cat), and she grew on me. Suddenly, we had many in our house by the time we had a house. And the transitory dog, but we got him from the recycling facility unhealthy, and he didn't make it long. So I seem to have run out of poetry books of short works to read at the boy, so I picked up All I Need To Know I Learned From My Cat since its little bon chats would be easy to put down and pick back up when the boy wandered into and out of the room (or vice versa; when chasing him, I don't know whether I'm coming or going). Well, its simple prose took about 10 minutes to read, and then I was done. I own a cat, so I sympathize with the sentiments. Since I ran out of things to read aloud, I grabbed 101 Uses for a Dead Cat on the next pass of the to-read shelves. I bought it at the St. Charles Book Fair this year towards the end of the trip, as I wearied from carrying my books and as the boy began to fuss. I grabbed it because I thought it was an early, cheap paperback edition. I later realized its actual paperback cover was missing. How disappointing. I remember the hubbub in the early 1980s about this book. Animal lovers' organizations (this was before animal rights organizations supplanted them) thought it cruel. I remember my mother owned a yellow shirt no doubt depicting one of the uses from the book or its successors, so Simon Bond had quite a cottage industry going for a time. However, I didn't find the book funny. I didn't read it at my son, so don't worry about its warping him. It only depicts in cartoons, wordlessly, cat corpses used in a variety of ways. Cruel? I don't know, the books does not indicate how the cats died. So it might just represent judicious uses of an available resource--cats who died naturally. However, the book isn't, you know, funny. It must have been a dark time for humor, coming out of the 1970s. So I related to the first book and didn't care much for the second book. But I think it took me about 20 minutes total to clear two books from my to-read shelves, so it was time well spent. But I'll pass on the other books in the Uses for a Dead Cat series, including the Complete and the Omnibus editions which came out in this century. Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Book Report: Listen to the Warm by Rod McKuen (1967) This was the second collection of poetry from Rod McKuen. It's better than Suspension Bridge, too, but right now I am hard pressed to think of what wouldn't be. The book comes in three parts; "Listen to the Warm" collects numerous poems relating to the fear of losing one's love and then the actual loss of one's love, so its narrative made the total fair enough even though many of the individual poems don't stand alone well. The second part lapses into what would later delegate McKuen to his low position in my esteem--that is, obscurity, reliance upon locations and "you had to be there" to make sense, and dedication to people I don't know. The third section, a collection of song lyrics, actually holds up very well, as McKuen demonstrates a sense of rhythm and some rhyming that elevate the simple images. Still, he's no Carl Sandburg or Edna St. Vincent Millay. I'm Not Paying For Waukesha Libraries But thanks to a creative "funding proposal," some people in communities not served by libraries will get the chance to do so:
Aimed at capital costs in the countywide network of 16 libraries, the proposal would raise property taxes in non-library communities to provide tax relief in communities with libraries. While the county already collects taxes to offset each municipality's cost to operate a library, no such funding mechanism exists to alleviate the costs of building and maintaining the facilities. Advocates of the new arrangement contend that residents of non-library communities are not paying their fair share for having unrestricted access to any library in the county. But opponents say the new proposal represents taxation without representation because it would affect people who have no influence over how a municipality spends its capital funding. I was home in Wisconsin this month, and I remembered why I love the state; it's cooler, it's greener, and the air is cleaner. But any news from Wisconsin government reminds me why I'm not moving back any time soon. Tuesday, July 10, 2007
The Bad Idea This month's Business 2.0 (read it here if you have Adobe Flash Player) has a big story about Burning Man, the annual Woodstock for Generation X-Y. Page 16 has The Big Idea, a quote from Tom Price, the environmental manager for Burning Man, on why companies are eager to promote their wares at Burning Man:
Credit Where Credit's Due Missouri has a budget surplus:
Lawmakers had intended to leave about $200 million unspent when passing the state's $21.5 billion operating budget for the 2008 fiscal year, which started July 1. Never fear, though, our elected troughhogs are working to change that:
In a Stunning Turn of Events, Actress Sexes It Up Helena Bonham Carter shows her range and sexes up a role as a witch:
"At first they thought, 'Oh, we'll just put her in a sack,'" Bonham Carter said. "But I said, 'There's no way I'm going to wear a sack. I've got to be a sexy witch.'" Monday, July 09, 2007
Sylvester Brown Sees World In Black and White, Again St. Louis Post-Dispatch columnist Sylvester Brown weighs in on the Scooter Libby thing by finding a racial angle:
Jones, better known as the diminutive rapper "Lil' Kim," and Libby, Vice President Dick Cheney's former chief of staff, have something in common. The 4-foot-11 rap star was convicted in 2005 on three counts of perjury and one count of conspiracy. In March, Libby was convicted of four felony counts — perjury, obstruction of justice and making false statements to FBI agents.
I lack nuance, I guess. Because Tourism Is Congress's Problem, Too Congress looks to boost US tourism:
Prepare yourselves for SB 555, which mandates that all attractive women wear short skirts and wings and carry fairy wands and all other women wear villainous stepmother/stepsister/witch apparel. All attractive men must wear pirate garbs (open vests only; no shirts allowed!) All other men will be issued Goofy, Mickey, Minnie, or other character costumes. It will be the happiest place on Earth; violation subject to up to fifteen years in prison and/or $250,000 fines. Doubt it, gentle reader? I have three words for you: interstate commerce clause. There's nothing that Congress cannot do once it sets its mindlessness to it. Book Report: Kill City: The Enforcer #3 by Andrew Sugar (1973) Wow, you know, I never thought to myself, "Why isn't there any Objectivist pulp fiction?" Even if I had asked that or thought perhaps maybe I should write some, I probably would not equal the achievement of Andrew Sugar's THE ENFORCER series. I mean, imagine Atlas Shrugged if, instead of a cipher for Ayn Rand's fantasies of the perfect man, John Galt was an author who died somehow and was now living in a series of cloned bodies that deteriorate in 90 days while he works for the John Anryn Institute using his wits, his special power over his own life force (ki), and judo to take on all the Tooheys of the world (sorry, wrong book). But it's pulp fiction with a definite Objectivist theme. In between bursts of violent action, we have Penthouse letters sex scenes, the most graphic I've seen depicted in any paperbacks I assume were sold at drug stores. I mean, in some pulp, you get the "they're going to have sex" paragraph, "they're having sex" paragraph, and then the "it was good" paragraph. In this book, you get the he did that and she did this to his that and it was good thing. It starts graphic to the N-degree and then goes into the metaphorical several paragraphs later. Conforming with Ayn Rand's theory of sex, I reckon. Also, we get the speechifying, but in small doses, where the protagonist and his Institute compatriots go on about the power mongers who would rule over men. Nothing comparable to Galt's Speech, though, so the narrative is not impaired too badly. It's cheap, it's tawdry, and it's definitely a suspense/science fiction pot boiler worthy of its tawdry cover. However, the Objectivist slant adds a touch of camp to it. Maybe real Objectivists wouldn't think so, but they have no sense of humor. I might have to go find the rest of the series. A Sonnet Series: Wherein Brian Puts Up In the book review for Sonnets of Eve, I mention being a fan of the sonnet series. Here's one I wrote in the early 1990s when I was a laddie who fancied himself a poet: A StoryA PreludeO air, o sweetest air, why flee you so?My tightened lungs can scarcely keep with you! A thief, she steals my breath and doesn't know, this goddess sweet and yet a mortal too. O words, my wondrous words, where are you now? The longing songs, the wit I hope I own? What will I say, what voice, what face, and how? I must, or find myself again alone. O voice, my treacherous voice, o fail me not! Command you I to speak a flowered verse, or make a jest, I could, I ought! But what were she to laugh or something worse? Yet I resolve with steeled heart to try, I open up my mouth but walk on by. A PreludeMy thundering youthful heart, beat not so hard,for volume's strength can never measure love. Your maddening thuds may put her on her guard, and now she looks this way, o Lord above! My reddening cheeks, how dare you color so? The blood is needed somewhere else, I'm sure, so cheeks to normal hue, for no winds blow, and any tint is but a sign to her. My whitened hands, you tremble with no cause. No beasts with snarling fangs or bloody cries are here to threaten me, to give me pause: no thing to fear, except those sapphire eyes. To rest, I need to shirk or take the task; that means to flee, or worse, to simply ask. A HearteningBut am I not a somewhat virtued man?No god, tis true, but somewhat more than beast. No Hercules, no Titan but I can, with passioned might, hold tightly her, at least. No Apollo I, but Phoebus has his chore. Around the earth he daily makes his way, and I, the mortal one, have less but more, for she would be the center of my day. No Zeus am I, no thunderbolts or such, no power or the wish to take a life, but then, I lust for but one woman's touch, remaining true to she, my dreamed wife. No perfect god could I e'er try to be, perhaps there's good within my modesty. A ResolutionNo god, but something more than beast am Iand virtues must I have to make me so. Not swine that roots about his muddy sty, but I exhume my heart that way, I know. No sloth who loafs about his treetop bed and never ventures far from places known. I am a vigored youth with love unfed, I must then go the way my heart has shown. No mouse am I who fears to softly tread on ground too near to any human frame. I am a man of couraged heart and head, who'll call, with hopes and fears aside, her name. And with a braced heart and hopeful eye and steady voice shall speak to her, and try. A Proposal"O sweetest light that ever graced my eyes,that made complete the painting of my world as does the sun when warming bluest skies or oysters when they're found as lightly pearled, will you consent to let me warm your nights when you are cold of chill or cold of heart and let me salve with care your deepest frights with healing words which are my only art and sit with me before the snapping flames throughout the harsh and snowy winter days with cider and our talk and loving names to keep the tender fires within ablaze --oh, I digress, my question is but this: will you be mine and share in loving bliss?" A Rejection"You silly boy, you talk with dumb big wordsthat make no sense to human ears like mine and tangle up your sentences like other nerds who think they're talking smart and looking fine. Are words like that supposed to win my heart? An oyster with a pearl? A sunny sky? How strange you speak of me! It's hardly art. I think you are a little out there, guy. And to propose a 'loving bliss' with you, well, bliss is not the word that comes to mind. I'd say a dreadful hell, eternal too, were I to think of it and be unkind. So boy, you go and build your cloudy castles, but I don't need those silly poet hassles." Also, note that the preceding is copyright 1993 Brian J. Noggle and cannot be reproduced without the expressed written consent of the author. This means you, Harvey. I remember in like January 1994 performing the piece at MoKaBe's coffee house back when it was in Kirkwood, Missouri. I had spent the time before the poetry reading playing chess with Michael O'Brian, local poetry slam superstar, and he was falling prey to the Noggle blitz. That is, he thought perhaps there was method in my propensity for putting pieces in danger chasing his pieces; maybe that simple harvesting of my rooks and bishops was an intentional sacrifice in my long term plan. However, he became bored with the game when he probably suspected I didn't know what I was doing and wandered off. That's right, he RESIGNED in the face of the OVERWHELMING Noggle blitz. At any rate, it was one of my first open mic nights, so I read the pieces from printed sheets of paper. I did, however, enlist a young lady named Amy to perform the final piece in response to the first five sonnets, and she probably did better than I did. I would later write my first piece geared specifically for performance, "Visions and Revisions: A Prelude for Amy", for the young lady. I performed it for her while sitting in the lobby of the local theatre while we awaited Dancing at Lughnasa. She was so impressed she used me to get the attention of my best friend at the time. Ah, youth. But I digress. That's what I have to offer for a series of sonnets as a means of comparison to Flora May Johnson Pierce. Book Report: Sonnets of Eve by Flora May (Mae) Johnson Pierce (1973) As you may recall, gentle reader, I bought this book earlier this year at the Friends of the Webster Groves Library book fair. It's a collection of 82 sonnets that tell the arc of the Eve story. You know, Adam and Eve, but not limited to the Genesis account of it. Using that myth as a framework, the sonnets explore the archetypal experience of womanhood as each woman discovers good and evil, relates to her husband, and raises her children. All in the pursuit of knowledge and godliness after the fall. It's definitely a labor of love; the book was probably a short run and misspells the author's name either on the dust jacket (Mae) or on the title page (May). Author has signed the book twice, once with an inscription, and has added some hand-written corrections to the credits on the dustjacket. A note tucked inside the book indicated that its going price on the Internet was $28.00, and that wasn't even signed. Since that book is apparently still on the Internet for the same price, it's probably best that the Friends of Webster Groves Library only priced it $5.00. Now, what of the sonnets themselves? They were okay; author was certainly familiar with the form. However, I didn't think that most of them stood alone nor offered individual quality that impressed me. As a fan of the sonnet and the sonnet series myself, I appreciate the effort, but not everyone can do Fatal Interview like Millay. But the book was better than Suspension Bridge. Sunday, July 08, 2007
She Shouldn't Have Mistaken Him For Justin Aiken apparently questioned after airplane incident:
I'm Steve Jobs, Bitch! Apple issues battery program for iPhone: Replacements cost $79, $6.95 shipping, three business days:
Apple spokeswoman Jennifer Hakes said Thursday the company posted the battery replacement details on its Web site last Friday after the product went on sale. Users would have to submit their iPhone to Apple for battery service. The service will cost users $79, plus $6.95 for shipping, and will take three business days. Don't people gather with pitchforks and torches and DoJ attorneys outside the walls of Castle Redmond for this sort of thing? (More on Kim du Toit and Tamara K.) Saturday, July 07, 2007
Rhetorical Question If pro-life advocates assert that life begins at conception, how come they never include that period when discussing someone's age? Book Report: Armageddon 2419: The Seminal "Buck Rogers" Novel by Philip Francis Nowlan (1962, 1978) In 2004, I read Buck Rogers: A Life in the Future, a Buck Rogers recasting that hyped TSR's new roleplaying game of that name. It reprinted the first part of the two short stories that led to the Buck Rogers comic strip, which led to the film serials, which led to the Gil Gerard television series, and so on, and so on. This book collects the first two short stories that led to the whole shebang in their almost pure 1928/1929 glory (Spider Robinson "updated" this edition, which explains why characters written before the Great Depression talk directly about nuclear weapons and television). As such, World War I veteran Anthony (not William or "Buck" in the stories themselves) Rogers falls into a cavern with suspension gases in them, and he's awakened in 2419, when the wars involving Europe and America have left them spent and let the Asians, particularly the Mongolian Chinese known as the Han, take over the planet and send the natives running for cover. Five hundred years later, about the time Rogers wakes up, the Americans are rising up in clan-like units to stand up to the evil Hans, as they are known in this book. Americans live in the woods, close to the land, and have communal property. The Hans rule the skies and use technologies to keep the natives scattered, but are decadent and cushy. So you could really read into it different sorts of characterizations and messages depending upon whether you think America works best when America says, "Communism, yes!" or whatnot. Regardless, the book is a simple romp typical of magazine-based pulp fiction of the era and perhaps even of today. A quick read that was fun. Probably better than Buck Rogers: A Life in the Future. Also, those Hans? Not really Chinese. Instead, an epilogue informs us that they were actually aliens who landed in China and adapted themselves to look like the Chinese. I have to wonder if this is more of Spider Robinson's "updating," since in 1928 it was still cool to publicly fear and malign the Other. No Stunning Revelations on Grocery Store Checkout Scales, Either The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel gets its outrage on when it finds that sometimes complex weighing mechanisms falter and don't weigh precisely, and when these fail between inspections, they deliver faulty measurements to the benefit or detriment of consumers. But the Journal-Sentinel goes nuts on it since it can get a WATCHDOG REPORT out of a hot-button contemporary issue like gas:
A Journal Sentinel[sic] analysis of nearly 60,000 gas pump inspections shows that more than 2,000 pumps delivered a different amount of fuel than the meter registered in the past two years. The Journal-Sentinel piece is long on its own flabbergasted outrage, but doesn't really have anything but that. What's the solution? Twice a year inspections by the official standards keepers? Mandating the gas stations and their evil overlords Big Oil invent failure-proof pumps? No answer needed--only interviews with outraged consumers. A more compelling story would be an indictment of how differences in air pressure and temperature affect the actual gas in a gallon. However, understanding Boyle's Law and explaining it to daily newspaper readers is beyond the ken of contemporary journalists; reading summary tables in government reports and conducting man-on-the-street interviews, however, remains in the sweet spot of the modern journalist skill set. No word yet on whether Journal-Sentinel WATCHDOGS will figure out that most times when you buy meat at the grocery store, you're paying for the tray and the cellophane wrap if the meat clerk forgets to or out of haste omits to use the pricing scale's tare feature. But that's not an attack on BIG OIL, and those grocery stores still advertise with the local daily. Deanna Vinson Rethinks Her Assertions In their divorce proceedings, in which Deanna Vinson got custody of American Equity Mortgage and Ray Vinson retained rights to his, erm, unique radio voice ("Ninety-nine, ninety nine!"), the former Mrs. Vinson and her attorneys asserted that her stewardship of the company, not the, erm, uniqueness of the ubiquitous pitchman, were responsible for the company's success and millions of dollars in income. Maybe hindsight is 20/20:
Maybe Ms. Daughhetee can halt the decline by snapping up Granny from Homestead Financial when she becomes an unrestricted free agent and putting her onto the air on American Equity Mortgage's behalf. If Garth Snow doesn't snap her up to shore up the Islanders' blueline first. Developers Lose Some, Lose Some The St. Louis Post-Dispatch is beside itself as land developers lose some in Centene's giving up its attempt to build a new company headquarters by condemning properties in that slum of Clayton. In this case, the Post-Dispatch quotes those who worry about the impact the rule of law and right to private property will have on the region:
"My personal hope and wish is that Centene stays within the metro area so at least the region will retain the jobs," Koman said. "All businesses and developers look towards pro-development communities and municipalities, no matter where they are located." On the other hand, the Post-Dispatch highlights a development setback for a property owner that acquired properties by buying them from their owners:
But the St. Louis Post-Dispatch doesn't have a consistent opinion on land development companies in their quest for government handouts; it seems as though it prefers those developers who forcibly seize lands through eminent domain "for the public good" over those developers who buy lands secretively for their own profit. And that makes me see red, if you know what I'm saying. Friday, July 06, 2007
Bringing Back Memories, Therapy Sessions A short video from Summerfest shows people dancing; my goodness, I remember cutting a picnic table or two in my time. My friend Doug and I were unabashed in our appreciation of the music, much to the amusement of passersby and chagrin of those with whom we came. It probably also explains why we were unable to impress women we saw at Summerfest. Why, I once went to Summerfest alone and danced on a table by myself. That shows the depths of....well, something. I haven't been to Summerfest in a decade, but watching the video takes me there again. Prosecutors Decide Alleged Murdered Didn't Kill Victims Twice Good news of a sort for this fellow; prosecutors are dropping half of the charges:
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Mention Pretention You know, I don't call it Fourth of July; I call it Independence Day as diligently as I call Autumn what others term Fall. In my own mind, it makes me sound more formal. Those In The Software Quality Industry Snicker At Headline Disapppointing quality results can spur real change: ![]() Yes, do tell us about quality. Monday, July 02, 2007
Book Report: Candyland by Evan Hunter/Ed McBain (2001) Okay, it's a gimmick book; the first half is written by Evan Hunter in a more literary, explore the character style, and the second half is a police procedural in the Ed McBain style. That's the most notable thing about this book's universe; the second most notable thing is that the book is set in New York in late July, 1999 (the death of John F. Kennedy, Jr., places the dates exactly), so the book makes no reference to the events of two years later (and books set since make reference surely). Thirdly, the book is told in the present tense, a bit of a departure. There, the gimmicks and unusual things are noted duly early. Of course, I don't have to explain the first gimmick to you, gentle reader, because you know that Evan Hunter and Ed McBain are the same fellow. Regardless of the authors' photograph on the back that depicts the two fellows standing side by side. The first half of the book depicts a rather randy architect in New York who's scheduled to return to a drab, sexless life with his long-term wife in Los Angeles in the morning. On his last night in New York, the, hem, gentleman tries to call an architecture student with whom he's dallied and has had phone sex, tries to pick up a woman (an attempted recovering rape victim) in the hotel bar, tries to call a phone sex line, and then tries to achieve satisfaction at a "massage parlor" to ill results. Brothers and sisters, although certain people (my mother-in-law particularly, whom I impressed upon first meeting by reciting Eliot and not McBain) have called this author "smutty," but I've disagreed--but after reading the Evan Hunter part of the book, I felt like I needed a shower. The only other Evan Hunter book I've read is Last Summer, which had me feeling for the protagonist until such time as I said, "Ew." But then the second half of the book starts with detectives in NYC investigating the homicide of a hooker, and I hoped it wouldn't be the sad sack from the first half of the book. The second half follows a trio of detectives from Homicide, Vice, and the Special Victims unit looking into the murder. The main character is a woman on the Special Victims unit (the Rape squad), and the section follows her one day crusade to find this perp while she handles her divorce and relates to her co-workers. McBain takes a leap in using a female point-of-view, but he does well as far as I can tell (after all, I'm a male). An interesting exercise; of course, we all bought it because it's McBain. And not a bad departure from his norm (like Another Part of the City). McBain is like John D. MacDonald on my pantheon of writers; regardless of what they wrote, I will read it, for I expect it to be good. If I'd Known the Lieutenant Governor Was Coming, I Would Have Straightened Up MfBJN is on the blogroll at Team Kinder, named for the Missouri Lieutenant Governor. To be frank, I've never heard of him, which I assume means he's a more efficient version of Dick Cheney, the older statesman who controls the diminutive, younger figurehead in the executive office. Because modern commentary would have me know that government works in the hands of Republicans. |
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