Monday, March 10, 2008

What I Was Trying To Say

I like my post from earlier today; but, I played with it all day, clicking "Publish Now" finally, feeling that I hadn't pulled together and typed what was wandering around in my head.

As is often the case, there's a blogger out there that nails what I am trying and failing to say. He's also deadly with a short, perfectly crafted essay.

His name is Thomas. If you want the thesis and conclusion to my playful exposition earlier today go here to read what Thomas has to say about it (though I'd disagree with the murderous and lapdog adjectives he uses):

http://livingnextdoortoalice.blogspot.com/

Breaking News

From AJC.com:

Vatican releases new sins.

From RTW News Service (Atlanta):

The Sins, more accurately described as "sinful behaviors" (drug use, pollution, DNA manipulation and social and economic injustice (fraternal twins)), discovered late last week trapped in a closet in a lower basement in the Vatican's Dogma Department, expressed relief at their release. In a statement they said "we weren't used much back in the old days, just no call for us in those simpler times. We were wandering around without much to do back just before the turn of the last century when a janitor accidently locked us in a closet and put a wardrobe in front of the door." Two other "sinful acts," abortion and pedophilia were also found in the closet. A Vatican spokesman described them as matters that the Vatican was concerned about, but refused to discuss issues of venality and mortality with respect to any of the rediscovered group.

In other news:

Apple Records has re-released the Beatles' catalogue, adding twenty songs composed by Ringo in an attempt to stave off foreclosure sale of Neverland.

Kepler, Newton and Einstein have dusted off The Four Laws, adding six more to keep up with Moses, only to be disappointed by Vatican's apparent escalation attempt.

From The Onion:

"Scoops of the New Century" is the title of a piece about the recent hard hitting investigative journalism being practiced by upstart RTW News Service headquartered in Atlanta, Georgia.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

I Just Watched A Movie

It’s called “The Chamber.” A Klan member died in Mississippi’s Parchman Prison gas chamber at the end. He had bombed a Jewish lawyer’s office, and according to the story, with help from another Klan member, accidentally killed the lawyer’s two young sons.

The movie, based on a novel by John Grisham, was a story of mitigation. The killer, played by Gene Hackman, did not intend for the kids to die; but, he was a bad man. He was a partial shill for the then Mississippi Sovereignty Commission and the higher ups in the Klan.

All of the elements are in place for you to feel sympathetic. Should we?

No. But should we kill people because they have killed others?

In this instance, a drama, set up to make the killer less than an evil man, the inclination is to say wait a minute. Over the course of the movie, faced with his grandson who returned to Mississippi as a lawyer to defend him in the last month of his life, he learned that he had done wrong.

To return to the last question, should we kill people who have killed others? Based on none of the above, my answer is no.

One, there’s a book in the lobby of my office published by the Innocence Project. It was put out over five years ago. It contains the stories of over a hundred people that were convicted of a crime and sentenced to prison or death; and it turned out they did not do what they were accused of. DNA established that they had not committed the crime.

Here in the state of Georgia, DNA has resulted in the last year alone, the release of three men imprisoned for rape.

We make mistakes. Our mistakes should not result in the death of an innocent person.

Two, killing people “legally” costs an enormous amount of money, and pain. Again here in Georgia, the state is trying to kill Brian Nichols. There is little question that he killed a judge, a court reporter, a sheriff’s deputy and a DEA agent he happened upon. He’s a bad man. His entire defense, costing millions of dollars, coupled with millions of dollars that the prosecution has spent trying to kill him devolves to should he be put to death. His attorneys have put out feelers many times about life in prison. The prosecutor says no, fry him at the cost of millions.

Three, which is a worse punishment for the ultimate crimes? The Unibomber, the Olympic bomber, the Kansas City bomber are all sitting in a “supermax prison” and complaining about the deprivation they face, and will face for the rest of their lives. I don’t have any sympathy.
Am I in any way more vindicated in my hatred of murder or rape if they were dead at a cost of many more millions and on the chance that one or more of them didn’t do it? To me, no.

I won’t go into the Eighth Amendment and the current debate about whether the electric chair, the gas chamber or lethal injection constitute cruel and unusual punishment. If you have decided it’s a good idea to kill someone, I’m not at all sure how it matters if you’re cruel in doing so.

Your thoughts?

Friday, March 07, 2008

A Corporate Practice That I Don't Understand

As you know I’ve got a new spiffy TV with HD capability. I still have not solved the inability to see (versus hear, which I can) DVD’s but that’s another story.

I had DirecTv and have switched to Dish. I didn’t cancel the DirecTv until today and I predicted to friends how that would go. I waited a week to make sure there wasn’t some huge problem with the new service, and there wasn’t.

A couple of weeks ago I’d gone online to check on upgrading to an HD dish and receiver. I then called. The rep confirmed what I’d read online, though I’d been a DirecTv customer for about five years, it wanted to charge me $220 bucks for the dish and receiver and about $6 more a month for the roughly equivalent programming that Dish offered.

I like what I had with DirecTv, so I asked if they would waive the $220, several times in several different ways. Nope. I pointed out that if they didn’t I would move to the competition. Sorry to hear that but nope.

So I moved. Today, the first thing the nice lady asked was why I was leaving. I briefly told her. She started to offer the switch to the new dish and receiver at no charge. I cut her off and explained in more detail that I had asked for what she was offering at length and had been denied.

I understand that companies are in business to make money; but, there’s a point that they are dumb. When it’s clear that you are going to lose a client that it makes economic sense to keep, don’t you bite the bullet and make a bit less money? The stupid thing is, if I had been a Dish or cable customer and called DirecTv for the service, they would have installed the stuff free and given me a break on pricing just like Dish did because I was new to it.

Oh, and the HD stuff is cool. You’ve never seen golf until you’ve seen it in HD. I have to figure out how to have someone carry around an HD camera when I’m playing. Then I could watch the replay as I line up and be able to see the individual grains of grass that will govern the break of the ball as I hit it. Amazing.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Should I Feel Guilty?

As I’m typing, I’m watching (really listening to) a PBS broadcast of a Moody Blues concert recorded back in 1991. A few minutes ago, thanks to the wonder that is DVR (I do miss TiVo on DirecTv, not available on Dish), I fast-forwarded through the pitch for “new and renewing” members.

I probably should have done some research before writing this to find out if I’m right; but, don’t Public TV and Public Radio have just as many “commercials” as commercial stations? Yes, the “commercials” are a bit different.

“This program is brought to you by generous grants from General Motors, IBM, the John D. and Catherine T. MacArthur Foundation, the Public Broadcasting Corporation, and viewers like you.” I’d, by the way, like to know the MacArthurs, they seem to have a lot of money, they sponsor most every thing on WABE in Atlanta.

Then there are the flat out commercials, especially on Public TV.

I don’t donate to either. I did for years, some years ago. I quit for a couple of reasons. The main one being what I said above, they are commercial TV/radio, with a bit of a different advertising model. Then there was the continuous junk mail and junk calls. “Hi Dave, we have you down on our list as someone who we can guilt into giving us more and more money, how much can we grab today?”

Finally, for the most part, Public TV is not very good anymore. Every good idea it had got grabbed by cable TV and made better. Food shows? Food Network. Nova? All the nature shows? The Discovery family of channels. Masterpiece Theater? BBC.

PBS is left with showing 17 year old recordings of the Moody Blues and breaking them up with guilt trips aimed at the Boomers that are watching.

I do listen to NPR in spurts on a regular basis. It doesn’t seem to have as much advertising. Should I send them an anonymous money order every now and again?

I Hate Agreeing With Her

Though she professes that she is just about to, maybe, release her tax returns, though she is quite busy now (like she has to root through the closet to find them), I know she doesn’t want to; and, I agree with her.

Anyone but an idiot knows she and Bill have made a bunch of money. When you can loan your campaign $5 Mil, you are quite comfortable.

That established, what’s the point? If she played fast and loose with her payments, I’m sure the IRS has already looked at it and blessed it.

Bill has been paid a lot of money by a lot of corporations, foreign and domestic. We already know that. Does the publication of the 1099’s naming the payers change her qualifications to be the President? I don’t think so.

I don’t want her to be the President; but, it has nothing to do with the fact that she’s rich.

If Obama, and God forbid, McCain in a general election, want to tar her with her and her husband’s big money connections, there’s plenty of public record out there to base the attack upon. The oriental guy from a few years ago. Whitewater.

Go further, maybe she, Obama and McCain should give sworn depositions about their pasts, hooked up to a polygraph machine. Interesting, but not relevant to the matters that should matter to voters. How many of you could pass those tests? I couldn’t.

In conclusion, I hate agreeing with her.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

My Subcontinent Odyssey

We’ll see how quickly and calmly I can whip this out.

I realized today that an exchange of Emails was not going to work to make my computer not go to the Netgear site about 80% of the time when I clicked to go to a URL. So I called Netgear customer service. I spent about forty-five minutes with a “level one support engineer.” She didn’t have a clue what I was saying. I had to ask her to repeat about every third response. For the entire time, she did not understand that I connected to the internet on an aircard. Not DSL. Not cable. When she asked me how I connected for the fifth time. I tried to politely ask her that I be connected with someone else. She ignored me. She went back to another theme of her half of our conversation: if I could not find a Netgear Icon, I had no Netgear software on my computer.

I used my “big boy” voice and told her that I didn’t care if there was an icon, could she explain why my browser went to one of your blogs and then redirected to the Netgear welcome page if I didn’t have any of its software on my computer? She had no answer and said she couldn’t help me. She would transfer me to her supervisor. Alvin came on the line and solved the problem, I thought, in about five minutes.

When I went on the internet this evening the problem was back. I called again. After an hour of back and forth with a “level two support engineer” I said, “I don’t care if the router ever works, tell me how to make the browser go to the site I send it to.” He insisted that I’d been given bad advice from the others and that he would fix it. I said no. He said if I unplugged the router, I wouldn’t have the problem. I did so and tried some sites while I was online with him. They all went were I planned to go to. After I hung up, I tried a bunch more. So far so good.

Oh, and while this problem was going on, my start page on Google that was customized to give me various news sources had gone back to the generic page that invited me to customize it. Router on its way to the trash and the customized start page is back. Makes no sense; but, facts are facts I guess.

Now I have to figure out, again, how to let the satellite receiver talk to the computer.

I’ll keep you updated, unless I get a significant number of comments telling me not to bother you with this boring garbage. Pandering I know, but Pos says that people are reading but not commenting.

Thank God I Don't Do This For A Living:

mess with electronics and computers.

As regular readers know, I spent my weekend playing with a new TV and satellite service.
TV hookup and the resulting experience have been a dream.

If you’re looking for a flat panel, I highly recommend a Samsung 4071F LCD. Even if you aren’t watching HD, the picture is amazing, if anything, better than the display in the store where everything is set up to wow you.

But, after the fact I found out that I’m an early adopter of a system that the provider doesn’t know how to hook up: my DishTv receiver can be hooked up to a phone line or a high speed computer. I got rid of my phone line a couple of years back. As an aside, I’m a bit strange when it comes to phones. I don’t have much use for just talking on one. In person, talking is fine. On a phone, say what needs to be said and move along. Even before I dumped the phone, I had it forwarded to my office so as to not get calls. I now turn my cell phone off when I get home.

Anyway, when I ordered the service I confirmed with the sales rep that it would work hooked through my laptop which connects by “air/express card” to the Internet. I also have a friend that is an engineer for Dish and confirmed it with him. He said I needed an Ethernet cable and needed to allow “internet sharing” on the laptop.

The installer got there and started to hook up the box to the phone jack. I explained that he needed to make the connection to the laptop, pointing to it. “Does the installation package have an Ethernet cable?” He had a puzzled look on his face. I looked through the box, nope. I told him to forget it, I’d get a cable and do it later.

Later was the next morning. I got a cable and hooked it up. No connection. I called my friend and we spent the day back and forth on the phone and by Email. We established that a cable would not be enough, we needed to establish a gateway that would allow the box to top to the laptop and thus reach the Internet.

As I had a wireless router that I’d bought about a year ago but hadn’t used, I got it and realized I didn’t have the installation CD. So I went online and downloaded the software from Netgear’s support section. No connection. Further back and forth with my friend, and I learned that I could use the wireless router as a wired router and provide the needed gateway. It worked.

Then I found out that the Netgear software had insinuated its way into my browser, part of the time. I’d click on a site in my Favorites and instead of taking me there, it would send me to a Netgear registration site or to a Netgear page that told me that the URL was not one supported by the “Netgear support server.”

I’ve uninstalled the software, but that hasn’t solved the problem. I’m now exchanging Emails with Syed on the Subcontinent.

When that’s resolved I’ll move on to figuring out why the home theater will send audio to the box but not video.

Monday, March 03, 2008

Sorry

I got some comment spam. Who thinks I'm going to click on a link to "warlock gold?" So I turned on the stupid letter verification thing. Sorry.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

The Original Remote Control Needs A Replacement

I think I’ve done a comment on a post, or a comment on one of your posts about the original remote control. If you read it and now have to read through it again, I apologize.

So when I was a kid, I was the oldest of three brothers. As the oldest, I had certain chores, especially in the early days, as the two younger brothers just weren’t old enough to do them. I cut the grass and shoveled the sidewalk and driveway. A lesser assigned chore was to serve as the household’s TV remote control.

Picture our living room. Hardwood floors with an area rug. As you entered the front door, the couch was immediately to your left. To its left along the “side” wall was my Dad’s and Mom’s chairs, then the bookshelves. They moved on into the dining room; but, if you looked to the right you’d see the television. A big console. I’m not sure what the size of the screen was, 15”, 18”? Tiny by today’s standards.

When settling in TV time began, Mom sat on the couch or “her” chair. My Dad in his. Us kids, for the most part laid on the area rug in the middle of the room.

“David, channel seven.” Twenty or so minutes later, “channel two.” I was an non-electronic remote control. It worked fine. There was only ABC, CBS, NBC and a Windsor, Ontario, Canada independent channel in the early years. Later on we got a couple of independent UHF channels.

Well, I’ve had my new TV since late morning yesterday. By physical count, I now have five operative remotes. I’m in the process of consolidation, but it’s slow. I need me a nine year old kid. Not to tell to change the channel. Rather, to accomplish the accommodation.

“David, make the home theater remote give the TV not just the audio from the DVD, add the video.”

“David, you know what I want to watch, create a favorites list without the shopping, religious, ethnic and porn channels.” Did you know that Jenna Jamison has her own porn channel?

“David, make the satellite receiver talk to the wireless broadband Internet. It won’t? Go to the store and buy an Ethernet cable, and when that doesn’t work, buy a crossover Ethernet cable and then pull out the wireless router that I couldn’t get to work a year or so ago. Can’t find the installation CD? Go on line and download it. For some strange reason it’s going to take an hour to open the compressed file? OK, I’ll do a post and watch the golf tournament in HD. If I want to watch individual blades of grass growing, I can see them."

So, how have all ya'll spent your weekend?

Friday, February 29, 2008

A Couple of Bitches

As I type it's just before 9:00 p.m. on Friday night, Leap Day, 2008.

I'm unhappy about two things, both quite small in the world of unhappy, but irritating nontheless.

First, the flat screen is being delivered tomorrow, so today I hauled in the ridiculously heavy box containing the TV stand that I bought, it weighs more than the TV. I laid it all out. The instruction sheet says that it contains 6 1 1/4" bolts. Nope. So I called the 800 number. A person answered! A nice young woman. I explained my problem. She pleasantly said they would ship and deliver within 7 to 10 days. When I noted that the TV would be delivered in the morning, she said I could go and buy the bolts and call her and they would reimburse me. I thanked her and said that I appreciated the offer; but, that getting back the buck fifty or so for the bolts wasn't worth the effort. She understood and told me she was sorry.

So, I have to get up first thing, make sure the cell phone is on so as to get the call, if it comes, from the store telling me that they are on the way, and run to Brookhaven Hardware, the home of absolutely everything you need for whatever it is you want to do, and run back home and put together the stupid table so they can put the TV on it. Just my luck, I'll be the first delivery.

Second and finally. Do not order a Papa Johns "The Meats" wheat special pizza. I sucks big time. I choked down two slices. I'm not sure that it was the wheat crust or the fact that it barely qualified as "warm." I'm about to publish this and see what's in the frig to eat - it was that bad.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

"I want to buy alcohol on Sunday like the other 47 states in this country!"

I just "signed" an online petition (I'm number 43,000 or so) requesting that our Legislature vote on Sunday liquor sales in Georgia. The format required your name and zip code and allowed you to "comment." I decided to surf some of the comments. The title of the post is one of them.

Maybe Sunday sales are not such a good idea, loss or lack of brain cells and all.

Or, am I reading this wrongly? Is Georgia one of three states that don't allow Sunday liquor sales?

Doesn't seem worth Googling. I like my first read of the comment.

Dude, I'm with you on this!

Experience: What A Difference Sixteen Years Make

Fifteen years would have sounded better in the title of the post; but, you’ve got to work with what you have, rather than making up an argument for the current Democratic race.

Making up an argument you say? Yep, you see back in 1992, now Senator Hillary RODHAM Clinton was supporting the candidacy of her husband William JEFFERSON Clinton (middle names are recently important in this race to become the President of the UNITED STATES of America).

Even John DAMN I DON’T KNOW HIS MIDDLE NAME McCain is getting on the bandwagon taking shots at Barack HUSSEIN Obama’s lack of EXPERIENCE. But this post is about Senator Clinton.

Back then, Senator Clinton espoused the outsider credentials of Bill. The evil George HERBERT WALKER Bush (make up your own parenthetical about the two middle names) and his experience. You see GWHW had a lot of national, domestic and foreign, experience; and, according to the then Arkansas First Lady and Governor Clinton, it was a liability.

These days Senator Clinton touts her “35 years of experience.” Putting aside the fact that she doesn’t have that tenure in any meaningful series of positions, and the fact that she won’t release her papers from the eight years of being First Lady and won’t explain why she gets credit for the good stuff (in her opinion) her husband did, but shouldn’t be tarred by NAFTA (which I’m not sure was a bad idea), it seems she’s left with bitching at the debate moderators for asking her the first question too often in the debates she insisted on having.

Let’s say she beats Obama. At that point does she concede the race against Senator McCain because he obviously wins the EXPERIENCE race? Or will she then flop to say her HOPE and IDEAS for America are better than his?

As I’ve said before, sometimes you’ve just got to shake your head.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

323,489

According to Alexa, I’m the 323,489th most popular blog (site?) in the United States based on traffic rank, whatever that is. Technorati ranks me at 147, 290, obviously a much more discerning authority.

Such stellar heights in only seventeen short months!

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Stolen From An EMail From My Friend Tony


Page 123

Ron Davison (RWorld, see Recommended sidebar) has decided to play the most recent meme’ thing going around: copy the sixth, seventh and eighth lines on page 123 of the book that is closest to your left elbow, and then, though he doesn’t dictate what comes next, talk about it, I suppose.

I'll play; but, as I fired up the laptop, I'm horizontal on the couch, facing nominally south. The book closest to my left elbow is "The 47th" by Stephen Hunter, a novel about a sniper, Bobby Lee Swagger. I've not started it, and had no plan to do so soon. I read mysteries and spy stuff; but, as Big Rick will tell you, I’m a bit behind on our traded book schedule.

Had I opened this at work, the closest book to my left elbow would have been, without exacting measurements, one of a bunch of legal junk, which might have made for a more interesting response.

The truth, I'm not reading much for other than work lately. The current book that that I'm working on, slowly is "Soul on Ice" by Eldridge Cleaver from back in the Sixties, and I'm only sixty or seventy pages into it. It was maybe six inches further away, than the novel. It made a huge impression on me when I read it in '71 or '72.Here are the required lines:

"Long before, I had become a student of Norman Mailer's 'The White Negro' which seemed to me to be prophetic and penetrating of its understanding of the psychology involved in the accelerating confrontation of black and white in America. I was therefore personally insulted by Baldwin's flippant, school marmish dismissal of 'The White Negro.' Baldwin committed a literary crime by is arrogant repudiation of one of the few gravely important expressions of our time."

There's a lot of anger, and era sensitive stuff in the book, the quote being part of it.Here's seven lines from another chapter that I loved way back when and still resonate for me (even though I used them in a post not too long ago):

“Getting to know someone, entering that new world, is an ultimate, irretrievable step into the unknown. The prospect is terrifying. The stakes are high. The emotions are overwhelming. The two people are reluctant to really strip themselves naked in front of each other, because in doing so they make themselves vulnerable and give enormous power over themselves one to the other. How often they inflict pain and torment upon each other! Better to maintain shallow superficial affairs; that way the scars are not too deep. No blood is hacked from the soul.”

Cleaver, writing as an imprisoned black man talked in terms of white and black, male and female, the state versus the individual; but, if you parse him, he talked about our fears, just substitute what he was afraid of or angry about for the fear and anger we face.

And to end on a lighter note, here are the lines from page 123 of the novel:

"'A jelly belly. You can see why.'

'Yes, of course.'"

Friday, February 22, 2008

Another Easy Post With A Good Chance Of A Good Number Of Comments

And this one shouldn’t have a difference between male and female commenters.

And the subject is:

Tipping.

I read a number of “papers,” NYT, AJC, LVRJ, LATimes, Washington Post, Creative Loafing (Atlanta free weekly, “alternative”). Not all every day. I have a thing for reading restaurant reviews, though I’m not sure why. I’m not a big restaurant patron; and, when I go to a restaurant, I tend to go to the same ones. I’m a big believer in the “Cheers” rule of patronage: go where “everyone knows your name.”

That said, I’m always interested in articles, and the resultant comments, that talk about proper tipping.

As in my last post that elicited comments (blissful food), I’ll throw out some thoughts and ask you what you think. But first a story.

Three years ago, I went with about ten friends to a restaurant in December for that year’s annual meeting of the “Pampalona Blood Brotherhood.” (A group of friends that once a year have dinner together just before Christmas. That’s it, there are no other requirements for membership, no other meetings. But all of the attendees have membership cards. It’s a guy thing.)

So, we went to an Atlanta steak house. It is well known and has great food and good service; and, both were in evidence the night we were there. Several of our “members” like wine. The group of ten had a bill of about $1,500. About $800 or $900 of that was wine, in the form of maybe five or six bottles. When you are out with guys you don’t parse who had what. You have a sense of what you had and you throw in. I was the collector of the throw in. Some threw more than they should have, others were a bit short. With some quiet discussion we evened it out and left about a 16% tip on the total including tax. One of the other guys had made the arrangements. As we filed out to the parking attendant, the waiter followed us out and asked what had been wrong with the service. My friend, the arranger had not been involved with the payment and asked why the waiter asked. He, in so many words said we had left a lousy tip.

There’s more to the story (including me sending an Email to the General Manager and receiving a response from him apologizing and telling me the waiter had been fired, for this incident and several others, just before Christmas).

So one of the things I’m fascinated by is what should you tip?

I don’t tip at McDonalds, Starbucks or the like. I do tip at any place that pays its servers restaurant minimum wage. At those places, I tip plus or minus whatever is a “round” 20% of the cost plus tax. At a bar, I tip more like 25%.

Is this the right thing to do? On a $10 lunch or $20 or $30 dinner, probably. But, why does the server get $6 if I have a more expensive dinner, and the poor server that waits on me with the less expensive dinner gets only $4? If I have a $5 breakfast, the server probably does as much work as either of the other two. Why am I only tipping a $1 or so?

Now it’s your turn. What’s right? Am I cheap? Or in my father’s mind years ago when I left a 20% tip for a waitress who had waited on me, my parents, my brother, sister-in- law and baby niece (who spilled her milk twice) was he right when he told me “you’re going to spoil her.”

The Time Has Come!

Last night I retired to the bedroom and clicked the remote to turn on the TV. There in all of its glory was Fox News, for about a minute. Then the “picture” became a thin line in the middle of the black screen. I did various low-tech things, to no avail. It seems the bedroom TV has finally heard my pleas and given up the ghost.

So, I’m off, with a clear conscience, to start shopping for a flat panel HD for the living room so that I can replace the now, RIP 20 incher that lies post-moribund in the bedroom with the 36 incher CRT from the living room.

So, all of your thoughts and counsel with respect to size (I’m thinking 42”), plasma v. LCD, 720 v. 1080, 1080i v. 1080p, etc., etc. will be appreciated. Also, get a stand, mount it on the wall? Ah, I’m in pre-tech, male heaven.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Ethnic Politics

On the O’Reilly Factor tonight:

Kinky Friedman: “I love the Irish lad.”

O’Reilly (laughing): “There’s no apostrophe in Obama.”

Friedman: “I’ve never met him. I’ve met Hillary and McCain. I thought…”

"Open" The Box Before You Buy

I did a post last week about getting extra RAM for my computers. I’m completely pleased with the results. The office desktop now has 3 gigs of RAM and zips along nicely. The home and travel laptop now has 2 gigs and everything seems to have an extra zip in its operation.

In the midst of these changes, I mentioned them to Big Tony and said he should consider adding RAM. “Sounds good; but, I have no clue, so you have to do it.” I casually agreed to become a temporary computer tech for him.

Leaving out a lot of the middle as it is somewhat embarrassing to me – OK – it is funny: I bought two sticks of memory to add to his computer. I opened it up and it was obvious that it wasn’t going to fit in the slots provided. I took a picture of the slots with my digital camera and took it to Best Buy where I’d gotten the sticks. I explained the problem to the Geek Squad guy and showed him the picture I’d taken. “Sir, your problem isn’t the sticks, it’s those slots in the picture, those are for graphics” and something else that I forget, “the memory slots are probably just below where this photo cuts off.”

So I went back to Big Tony’s store, reopened the computer and sure enough, just below the slots that I had memorialized with the camera were slots for RAM and the sticks fit nicely.

Now, to the point of the post. Instead of the normal four slots, there were only two, one in use for a 1 gig stick of RAM. I was expecting to add two sticks to give him 3 total gigs. So, I put one of the sticks in the open slot and powered back up. Still only 1 gig showing (actually only 963, but that’s another story). Figuring that I hadn’t properly seated the stick, I took it out and re-seated it. No dice, still 1 gig showing. So I took the original stick out of it’s slot and put it in the other slot. No computer – the slot was defective.

I assume it was defective when it came out of the factory; and, it wasn’t subject to QA because there was nothing in it to test. Big Tony’s bad luck, he was out of warranty. And although he’d gotten a pretty good deal on the tower, part of the reason apparently was that the manufacturer had skimped on slots – two instead of the normal four.

So the moral of the story, other than not getting me to do your computer upgrading, is to look at the specs before you buy and then testing all the components when you do buy. You are all going to do that, aren’t you? Hey, where is everyone? Hello?

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Prior Restraint 1, Constitution O. But In The Second Game of the Double Header, Tech 1, Judge 0.

The NYTimes.com reported today that a U.S. District Court Judge in San Francisco ordered Dyandot, a company that registered wikileaks.org to shut it down and “lock” the site (the later meaning not allowing the site’s owners to transfer the site to a different host).

As to the second link, the site is still there. I don’t know if the company is violating the order, or the owners have succeeded in moving their content to another host. As to the title of the post, if you don’t feel like going to the article:

“The feebleness of the action suggests that the bank, and the judge, did not understand how the domain system works or how quickly Web communities will move to counter actions they see as hostile to free speech online.

“The site itself could still be accessed at its Internet Protocol (IP) address (http://88.80.13.160/) — the unique number that specifies a Web site’s location on the Internet. Wikileaks also maintained “mirror sites,” which are copies of itself, usually to insure against outages and this kind of legal action. These sites were registered in countries like Belgium (http://wikileaks.be/), Germany (wikileaks.de), and the Christmas Islands (http://wikileaks.cx/) through domain registrars other that Dynadot, and so were not affected by the injunction.”

On the Constitution and law side of the equation, the Judge should say the legal equivalent of “my bad.” Courts cannot close down speech by a person or a company before the fact. That is called prior restraint and is almost always found to be unconstitutional. Here the issue is practical and legal. The Judge legally screwed up in his Order and practically “can’t” enforce it, because he doesn’t understand the technology involved.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Culinary Perfection

Subtitle: Lazy and Looking for Easy Comments

I regularly read Diners Journal a “blog” by the New York Times food critic, Frank Bruni. Last week he did an article in the paper that described his lunch at the newly reopened Second Street Deli with Ed Koch, the former Mayor of NYC, Nora Ephron, the writer and Laura Shapiro, a “culinary historian” (whom I’ve not heard of). It and several follow on posts talked about deli foods: what was good, what was bliss and what should not be tolerated. What are proper condiments, which are the great delis and what is truly kosher.

It got me to thinking about blissful food and drink. What they are must certainly be as personal as what or who is beautiful, what is transforming, what is inspiring, you get the idea.

So I throw the floor open. Tell me about blissful food and/or drink. No rules. No limits on your examples. Restaurant, home, childhood, all are fair game. What food or what drink are you thinking about right now having had the question posed to you? That’s what I’d like to hear about.

I’ll throw out two of mine.

1997 Beringer Reserve Cabernet. I’m not much of an expert on wines. I know what I like when I’ve tasted it. I can’t do the descriptive stuff like woody and fruity. The "nose" escapes me. But, the glass that I had was one of the best things that I’ve ever tasted in my life. Were I to be good at the words, there would be too many to use as the sensations kept changing, a flavor, then another, then a hint of another. Wonderful. Don’t ask what it cost. I won’t be having another glass in the near future.

Paella made by Jorge’s wife, whose name escapes me, years ago when I lived in Miami. We had an office Christmas lunch with everyone bringing a dish. Jorge brought a big pan of his wife’s paella. There are tons of recipes for it. This one had various shellfish, fish, rabbit and sausage. Then there were the wonderful herbs and spices over saffron rice. Again, not much of a description, but I can remember the exploding tastes, now decades later.

Your turn. Oh, and I have a bet with myself that this may screw up. More comments from women than from men will be forthcoming.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

110%

That’s the inflation rate for Seiko watches over 21 years.

Back in February 1987 I bought a very plain Seiko watch. Ninety bucks. Over the years, I only had to buy four or five batteries. About a year ago, I cracked the crystal. About the same time, I replaced a battery. The technician said the stem was corroding and would at a point die.

It hadn’t yet reached the age of majority and they’re talking about death?

Last week I inadvertently put it out of its impending misery, by drowning it.

I’m not real competent in the morning. On Tuesday, I turned on the shower and stepped in. With my watch on my wrist. Only for a second. I toweled it off. There was water inside the crystal but it was ticking.

On Wednesday it was still ticking, but with little beads of water under the crystal. Mid-afternoon it ticked its last. The date and time of death were February 13, 2008, at 3:15 p.m., EST. Even in the end it gave me accuracy.

I didn’t take a lot of time to grieve. Thursday I bought pretty much the same watch. Two hundred bucks. It doesn’t have any scratches. We’ll see if it lasts long enough to gain some character.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Vista Goes Better With ...

Three gigs of RAM. Yes it does, yes it does.

I can be a bit penurious, depending on the circumstances. I drive a very reasonably priced car that has most everything I want/need that came in "tax, tag and title" as we say here in the South, in the teens (in the event you’re interested, it’s a Hyundai Tucson). The car before it lasted eleven years. My friends just shake their heads.

In my spendthrift defense, I can blow money on golf or a weekend trip and think nothing of it as it was something I wanted.

These two sides of my nature sometimes cause internal conflict. “I spent what on that? How *%^&*$) stupid am I?” Or to the point of the post, “Why in the world didn’t I spend the money to do it right?”

I bought two computers last year, a laptop for home and the road and a desktop for the office. Being my analytical self, I bought what I thought I needed and a bit more given that I keep things until they die.

(An aside that I’ve mentioned before: I dearly want my bedroom TV to expire so that I can rationalize buying an HD flat screen for the living room and put the 36 inch LCD in the bedroom. Sucker will not give up the ghost.)

Back to current programming. So when I bought the two computers they came with Vista. I don’t do a lot of heavy bit crunching. Word, WordPerfect, Excel, PowerPoint, IE7 (one to two or three windows), a couple PDF files, all at the same time as the day progresses). You get my point, they can be a drag on RAM when coupled with Vista’s hoggish nature. But I bought both with a gig of RAM. Things work, but can tend to lag.

Last night I surfed around to see if the lagging could be addressed by tweaking things in the computers. I ran some diagnostics and found no solution other than more RAM.

So I went to Best Buy today and the stars were with me (I know, I could have done better on line, but when I want something, I don’t want to wait, usually) they had a sale going on RAM. I got two – one gig sticks for just over fifty bucks. An hour and a half later (I’m a bit tentative when it comes to pulling things electric and electronic apart) they were resident and operative. VROOM! Happy, happy, happy.

So, I just explored the innards of my laptop and found that it only has two slots and will only take a total of two gigs of RAM. I want VROOM and am worried I won’t get the full experience with what the machine will take.

Anyone want two sticks of 512?

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Please Help Me, I Agree With Hillary Clinton

The Media is predicting that Clinton and Obama will run out of primaries before either can get to the magic number of delegates for nomination – 2,025. Various counts have Obama ahead by about a hundred delegates, a number expected to hold through the convention.

That raises two thorny issues for Democrats. One, should Michigan and Florida delegates be seated at the convention (the Party said it wouldn’t seat them as punishment for holding their primaries earlier than the dates chosen by the Party); and, two, how should the 796 “Super Delegates” make their decision as to whom to vote for.

Clinton beat “Uncommitted” 55% to 40% in Michigan. Obama wasn’t on the ballot. In Florida, she beat Obama 49% to 33%. Her camp argues that the delegations should be seated so as to not “disenfranchise” voters in two big states (with lots of delegates). She would of course then pick up most of the delegates. Obama says wait a minute, I played by the rules. Lots of people sat home because they were told their votes wouldn’t count. You seat the delegates and those people are disenfranchised.

And you guys think lawyers are sleazy. Oh, wait they’re both lawyers.

I’ve got to go with Clinton on this one, but I don’t like it and I could just as easily go the other way. Those that voted and didn’t vote in both states took their chances on whether their votes would be counted. In Florida, Obama will lose by 16%. But in Michigan, he will probably pick up most of the 40% uncommitted delegates – who is going to vote uncommitted other than someone that can’t stand Hillary? They’re probably in his camp. Thus he loses by 15%. Delegates are “awarded” proportionately so it isn’t that big a loss to him. It’s a question of who the Democrats screw, those that voted or those that didn’t. To my mind the tie goes to those that made the effort.

(Maybe Clinton and Obama should get rid of the disenfranchisement issue and push to seat the delegates but with no requirement that they vote for a candidate. That would make them quasi Super Delegates that takes us to the next issue.)

Back a few decades, the Democrats nominated their candidate based on the numbers. You get x% of the vote in a state, you get x% of the delegates. Then the party leaders decided that that system was, well, too democratic; and, more importantly, it had selected George McGovern and Jimmy Carter who weren’t among the leaders’ anointed choices. So they kept the basic system, but added to the delegates by giving guaranteed seats to people like former and current presidents, governors, congressmen and senators, in other words, themselves. There are, as noted above, 796 of them.

The issue? Just how are they supposed to decide who to vote for at the convention?

Obama says they should follow the lead established by the primary voters in their state. If Obama won the primary, they should vote for him, otherwise “the people” would be yet again disenfranchised. This of course results in Obama probably winning the nomination has he has won and probably will win most of the primaries and caucuses.

Clinton says wait a minute, they should vote their conscience: “’Super delegates are by design supposed to exercise independent judgment, that is the way the system works,’ …. ‘If Sen. Obama and his campaign continue to push this position which is really contrary to what the definition of a super delegate has historically been then I look forward to receiving the support of Sen. Kennedy and Sen. Kerry.’” (They endorsed Obama; but, Clinton won the primary in Mass.) Clinton is also ahead about a hundred pledges of SD votes.

I hate it, but Clinton has the better argument. For better or worse, the Dems decided not to let the “little people” decide a close race. If, as Obama argues, they should follow the lead of the little people, why have Super Delegates in the first place?

I really kind of like the irony here. The Democratic Party, the party of “The People,” may well chose its candidate in a smoke filled room after lots of wheeling and dealing. What was that word all of the candidates are throwing around? Change! We are seeing a change back to the old power broker way of doing things.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Saudi Arabia, Valentines Day and Waffle House

I’m not following the logic of Saudi Arabia’s ban on all things Valentine this year.

I did a bit of intensive Google research and found out that “Valentine” is one or more of a number of Christian martyrs/saints back when. As they say, “who knew?”

Apparently the Saudi religious police knew:

“One member of the religious police, who gave his name only as Abdurrahman, checked out shops lining Prince Sultan Street in Olaya district for anything smacking of Valentine's Day. None was evident.

“’The West exports to us habits and feasts which contradict sharia (Islamic law) and wants us to imitate them. We want to make sure that sharia is implemented. We punish anyone who commits or abets a violation,’ he said.

“Saudi Arabia declared the feast named after the Christian patron saint of love a ‘pagan Christian holiday’ through a fatwa (religious edict) issued seven years ago by its grand mufti, Sheikh Abdul Aziz al-Sheikh.”

From AFP.google.com.

Can pagan modify the noun Christian? And “patron saint of love?” Seems a bit risqué for Catholics but apparently they’re a bit more so than I thought. From catholicpeople.com:

"The Patron Saint of Lovers is St. Dwynwen. Most of us are more familiar with another patron saint of Love, St. Valentine. But there is more than one patron saint for lovers, as for other things. St. Dwynwen is lesser known. She was a beautiful Welsh girl whose heart was set on becoming a nun, even though it meant sacrificing her love for a young man who was also deeply in love with her. St. Dwynwen prayed that her lover be free of his heartache for her, and that all lovers should find happiness.

"Nothing wins hearts like cheerfulness. -Saint Dwynwen."

And for a bit more VD history from catholicforum.com click to here. It seems the Catholics got the idea from the Romans.

Based on my extensive research, Valentines Day appears to be a religious mutt; but, I don’t want to offend anyone.

As a fully secular postscript to the post and to make the title of the post make some sense, the Waffle House in Johns Creek, Georgia (North Metro Atlanta) is taking reservations for dinner tomorrow night 6:00 to 11:00 p.m. They are going to put white table clothes on the Formica tables and turn the lights down a bit.

“House rep Pat Warner told Buzz on Tuesday. ‘This year, we thought we might offer our customers a few romantic additions at the Johns Creek Waffle House to help folks celebrate.’

“As for the obvious, Warner added: ‘I'm sure there are going to be those guys who wake up on Feb. 14 and have yet to make plans. Hopefully, we can help out those guys who don't have immediate access to a calendar.’

“But bear in mind, it's still a Waffle House, traditionally beehives of, er, activity, what with the shouting of orders and what-not.

‘Our staff will still be operating the same way, but maybe in a lighter tone,’ Warner said.”

Now there’s the way to celebrate the holiday. “Two eggs over medium. Bacon crisp. Wheat with apple butter and hash browns, scattered, covered and smothered.” If you haven’t won her heart yet, this special meal is sure to do the trick. Dammit, it's scattered smothered and covered; but, I'm to lazy to go back and fix the link.

To all of my non-Saudi female readers, all of you to my knowledge, Happy Valentines Day! See you at the Waffle House.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Here, here, and most scary, here you’ll find some news pieces on torture, or the lack thereof, in the eyes of our government.

It seems that the Administration, the new Attorney General and a Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States of America have developed a moving definition of what constitutes torture. The hell with the Administration and as it turns out the new “independent” AG. But, when a Justice of the Supreme Court says what Antonin Scalia said in a BBC interview, all may be lost when it comes to our country’s commitment to law as a means to do justice.

First some baby criminal law (I got a C+ in Substantive Criminal Law, my worst grade, so beware of my opinions). Laws have “elements,” especially criminal statutes. Statutes that are vague or ambiguous, that don’t put you on notice of what you can’t do tend to be found to be unconstitutional.

If you read the articles, what “is” torture in the view of the Administration, AG and Scalia is now situational. From the Slate article:

“[T]orture will not be measured by any objective standard of conduct but will turn on ‘the circumstances’ surrounding them … or the value ‘of the information you might get’ …. It will be a secret decision, made using shifting, subjective standards, for which neither the torturers nor the legal decision-makers will ever be held to account.”

And here’s Scalia in an interview with the BBC:

“’I suppose it's the same thing about so-called torture. Is it really so easy to determine that smacking someone in the face to determine where he has hidden the bomb that is about to blow up Los Angeles is prohibited in the constitution?’ he asked.

"’It would be absurd to say you couldn't do that. And once you acknowledge that, we're into a different game.

"’How close does the threat have to be? And how severe can the infliction of pain be?’”

So we have a sliding scale. Big consequences, easy going rules on beating up the suspect.

So you are before Scalia, as your judge, accused of torture. “Nino, listen it was like those spy novels, we were sure the perp knew where the bomb was stashed. I had no choice but to slap him around a bit. He’s still here, sitting over there. He was out of the hospital in ten days, two weeks max, good as new. Too bad the bomb wasn’t where he told us it was.”

“You say the bomb wasn’t there? But, you had a good faith belief that he knew where it was didn’t you?”

“Sure Nino, sure. You know we don’t just go around roughing people up for no good reason.”

“I find the Defendant not guilty under the rules of the new “game.”

Sometimes You Just Have To Shake Your Head

I came across something that just doesn’t seem to make sense to me today.

A client is a secured creditor of a debtor in a Chapter 7 bankruptcy (liquidation rather than reorganization). In looking at the court documents, it appears the guy’s wife had some sort of injury/illness that has resulted in about $5,000 in medical bills. They owe a bit more than triple that on two vehicles. Their assets exceed their liabilities by about $11,000. Their net income (after taxes) is about $40,000 a year. They are about $5 a month “positive” in cash flow (income over expenses).

They are spending $130 a month on charitable contributions, $100 on personal grooming, $175 for home and cell phones and $78 for satellite TV.

The law firm that is handling the bankruptcy for them is one of the TV advertisers in the area (“Bankruptcy is still an option"). As part of the process, they had to take an internet bankruptcy “credit counseling” course.

Now, I know nothing about bankruptcy (other than “automatic stay” which screws my clients); but, somewhere in this mess shouldn’t someone raise their hand and say “hey, cut the money to charity, the fancy phone service and satellite and you’ve got another three or four hundred a month to pay your debts faster, what the hell are you doing filing for bankruptcy?”

Monday, February 11, 2008

Great, Feel Good, Dumb Movie:

Danny Deckchair. 2003. Made in Australia. Joe six-pack finds his muse.

How Many Twenty-three Year Olds Would You Trust Your Privacy To?

I’ll start by saying that I am not at all sure what Facebook and MySpace are. I know from occasional articles I’ve skimmed, that they are social networks; but, I’m also not sure what a social network is, other than “aggregating” (how’s that for a trendy word) Big Rick, Big Tony and a few other friends and labeling them as my social network. So is a social network a group of cyber-friends? And there’s another word, friend. It has become a verb. Do you ask someone to “friend” you on FB or MS? Both?

I guess I’m not going to catch the wave on this phenomena.

An interim story that I will connect a bit later: last week I went into a story to return something that I’d paid cash for a few hours earlier, it had a defective component. The cashier took the product and the receipt and punched a bunch of keys.

“Your telephone number please?”

“Why?”

“I have to enter it to authorize your refund,” she said as she swung the monitor towards me to “prove” the necessity by showing me the place where it would appear on the screen when I gave it to her.

“No you don’t.”

“I have to have it to ‘authenticate’ that you are entitled to a refund.”

“How does giving you my phone number establish that I’m entitled to a refund.”

I got a mildly disgusted look and a rolling of the eyes. I should add that it was slow at the store and another employee was standing there and what turned out to be a higher level employee was standing nearby.

Other employee, with a bit of sneer, said, “no phone number, no refund.”

“Want to bet?” I said in my “big boy” lawyer voice.

Higher level guy: “put the store phone number in,” which she did.

“Your name?”

“You have got to be kidding me, I won’t give you my phone number and you think I’m going to let you plug my name into the computer?”

Before she could roll her eyes, the higher level guy said “put my name in.” As she did it, I said “don’t take it personally, I just don’t give out personal information if it isn’t necessary.” I got my cash refund along with a look of utter distain.

As I left, I smiled at other employee and said “no refund?”

So, with this background in mind, it is unlikely that I would ever join/register/sign-up, or whatever you do at FB or MS.

But, were I to give Facebook my information, guess what? They have it forever under their Terms and Conditions. Even if you terminate your arrangement and “delete” your information, they keep it. A spokesperson explained that this was a “feature,” that allowed you to re-up and have all of your info there, just as you left it, albeit a feature that they didn’t tell you about.

Last Fall, Facebook started another “feature” called Beacon. It had forty some partners that reported Facebook’s members’ activity at their sites back to Facebook. Facebook then published the member’s activity to his/her “friends” and aggregated (there’s that cool word again) all of the info generated to create targeted advertising. “Dave just bought the entire catalogue of Vivid Video!” Dave would then presumably get targeted ads for other porn collections based on his personal preferences and angry Emails from his sister-in-laws complaining that their daughters, his nieces, were his Facebook “friends.”

The catch was that this sharing among Facebook and its business friends was an opt-out system that users weren’t told about and proved difficult to undo. It was only changed to an opt-in system after a lot of public criticism. And, given Facebook’s “feature” of keeping information even if it is deleted, Dave’s porno odyssey will remain on the servers forever.

The moral of the story is that whatever you tell people in person or on the web is out there for everyone to see, quite permanently in the case of cyber-sharing. When the rules for this information are being made by big companies that have no interest in your privacy concerns and are run by kids with a different mindset about what is and isn’t private, you might want to think several times before you give them access to you.

Oh, the title of the post: The founder of Facebook is Mark Zuckerberg. He's 23. The two distainful employees at the store are about the same age.

Friday, February 08, 2008

The End of the Start of "Instant"

Polaroid announced that it will stop making film for its iconic cameras at the end of the year: the ones that took and showed you a picture “instantly.”

I’m frankly amazed they are still making film. I didn’t know that they’d stopped making the cameras only a year ago; and, did you know their first “instant” camera came out in 1948?

The last fact is the one that really strikes me. We live in an instant world. Polaroid cameras and film were one of the precursors of what we now take for granted, coming just before the fifties when words like "fast," "quick," "jiffy," and others like them took over advertising and consumer products.

Interestingly, one of the antecedents of the computer, and now digital, age, the semiconductor/transistor, was invented at about the same time at Bell Laboratories.

"Instant cameras" are now digital cameras, enabled by a "chip," the ancestor of the transistor. Two contemporaneous inventions wend their ways for a bit more than fifty years and one is replaced by the other in a way that could never have been thought of at the start. Sounds like a segment in the old Connections TV series.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

And In Local Political News

From the Atlanta-Journal Constitution, reporting on our current session of the Georgia Legislature:

“Medicine men and crackpot healers would not be able to work for hospice care centers, under a bill introduced in the Georgia House.

House Bill 1096, written by state Rep. Ron Stephens (R-Savannah), would create a specific definition for the word "clergy," so that fringe holy men would not be able to join "hospice care teams."

The definition reads: "an individual representative of a specific spiritual belief who has documentation of ordination or commission by a recognized faith group and who has completed four years of study and received a Bachelor of Ministry degree at a college accredited by the Commission on Colleges."

It probably would rule out druids.”

And it would probably violate the First Amendment; but, what the heck: This is Georgia.

We also have a proposed "Human Life Amendment" to the Georgia Constitution that would define life as beginning a fertilization. It's sponsor writes "[t]he Human Life Amendment, in and of itself, does not specifically criminalize any act. Its enactment would not automatically overturn Roe v. Wade. It would, however, proclaim the dignity of all human beings within the confines of our state constitution. The amendment could provide a platform for future legislative, executive or judicial action on behalf of innocent persons." Presumably, the author has not heard of the concept of federal pre-emption.

In the meantime, North Georgia faces a record drought and our Governor has just issued an executive order saying that you can fill your swimming pool (or businesses can, I'm not sure which, whichever, is I'm sure very important). Also in the meantime, bridges and sewers are falling apart around Metro Atlanta, North Georgia's only Level One Trauma hospital, Grady could go under and the Legislature points the finger accusingly at Metro Atlanta politicians as being the author of their own fate and undeserving of state funds, though the rest of the state uses the bridges and the hospital (and on an occasion, a sewer or two).

Ah, the Legislative silly season is in full swing here in Georgia. The only saving grace, the Legislature only gets forty days. Even with clock tricks, it will be over in a couple of months.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I'm Not Sure About The Audacity of Hope, But...

I voted for him. I’m not happy about it. The second choice was McCain; but, I just couldn’t get past the anti-choice thing and the Iraq thing.

If the vote in November is Obama and McCain, I’ll have to rethink the personal liberty issue and the war thing. Probably, I’ll throw away my vote and do the Libertarian thing. I hate doing that.

In the interim, audacity, I like the word. The promise, not the change.

So here’s my questions:

Senator Obama, just how do we pay for what you want to do? I’d love for your hope to reach fruition, I’m just not seeing it happening.

And back to the international issues, tell me more. Just what do you see as our role in the world?

Finally, if the audacity thing is just that, a thing, what do you really hope to do? I really don’t expect a blueprint, just a glimmer. What can we do about our problems? Don’t talk at me now. Be practical. There are people dying here in America and around the world. How many can we save? How would you propose to do it? Our economy is, just what is it? Don’t talk to me about universal health care. It isn’t going to happen. What about trade? Any real plans for reversing our economic down turn?

In short, are you just a pretty face that has attracted my momentary attention? Or, is there something there that I can sign on to in November?

I hate the fact that that I am a liberal, commie, pinko as my friends label me, with a dash of reality. Give me just a pinch or a modicum of reality and I'm there. Barry, I'm waiting.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Super Tuesday Quandary

Georgia votes with the masses tomorrow; but, I haven’t decided whether to participate. More accurately put, I have decided, probably; but, I’m not happy about it.

First, the logistics. Georgia holds an open primary. I can decide whether I wanted to muck in the Dem or GOP race.

Second, the dilemma. I don’t want to see any of the candidates as the next President. I’ve got major objections to all of them.

Finally, the quandary. How to I decide who I dislike the most and then cast a vote for their opponent?

McCain is anti-choice (or pro-life depending on your slant). He is old, not a knock out blow (I hope), but a factor. His maverick persona, though it fits right in in the Senate, may not be the best for leadership.

Romney would be Everymans’ President. What do you want me to espouse? Fill in the blank. I am for/against gay marriage/civil unions. I support/oppose government provided health insurance. Which Mitt would move into the White House? For sure, the one who is anti-choice, anti-immigration and pro-business (though the last isn’t all bad, sorry Thomas).

Obama wants to spend us into an earthly paradise where everyone has enough and everyone cherishes our collective diversity (a purposeful choice of adjective).

Clinton wants what she wants and beware those that stand in her way. Issue by issue there’s not too much difference between her and Obama. Her approach to getting there would be less congenial and more “take this. It’s good for you because I say so. Don’t look in the closets, politics is like sausage making, you don’t want to look to closely.” And she is dishonest.

None of them have a clue as to what to do about international issues, most pressing those simmering and exploding in the middle east. Though, I have a sense that Obama sees the traditional U.S. super power role as unsustainable and might bring a fresh perspective.

Huckabee. Paul. Gravel. Non-factors at this point.

So, from reading what I just wrote, it appears I dislike Romney and Clinton more than I dislike McCain and Obama.

But who’s the worst? I’ll ponder that overnight.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Crud

I have it. Low level, but there just the same. I can physically get up, go to work... and sit there starring at the wall. Started late Tuesday and it's hanging on longer than I've experienced in years.

Enjoy the weekend, I may, or may not.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Never, Ever Talk To A Reporter

I have, twice in my life.

The first time was a long time ago when I was living in Toledo, Ohio. The area had been hit with an ice/sleet/snow storm and a reporter for The Toledo Blade was doing a story about the insurance aspect of the event. At the time, I was an insurance adjuster. The receptionist put the “cold call” from the reporter through to me. We talked at some length, I was pleased with the attention.

A day or so later the story came out. I was quoted, more an inaccurate paraphrase than a quote, and a bit out of context. The story had a slant that was not at all apparent during my “chat” with the reporter. It wasn’t a disaster; but, I learned.

Still a long time ago while living in Miami and going to law school, I was called by a Miami Herald reporter. You may have heard of him, Joel Achenbach. He now writes for The Washington Post. Back then he was a “feature” reporter and did a lot of stuff for the Herald’s Sunday Magazine.

A friend had come across his radar and called me saying that Achenbach was doing an article about him and wanted to interview some of his friends. I was reluctant; but, I agreed to talk to him.

At somewhat more length than set out above, I told him about the Toledo deal and was clear that I didn’t trust reporters in general. He understood, he said. He still wanted to talk with me and asked me what I needed to make that happen. We settled on an agreement that he could only mention me and/or quote me if I agreed to what he wrote with respect to my part of the article. We talked then at some length, several times.

He called me a few weeks later and read me what he proposed would go in the piece. It was a direct quote, it fit with the context and I approved.

I got a bit of notoriety for a few days at school as people who had read the article nodded, smiled and commented.

You thought I’d never get to the point of the post, admit it.

The current issue of The New Yorker has an article by Jeffrey Toobin on the infamous, at least around these parts, Brian Nichols trial. Back in 2003, Nichols is accused of injuring a sheriff’s deputy, shooting and killing a judge and a court reporter, shooting and killing another sheriff’s deputy and a DEA agent that he happened upon and finally with kidnapping a woman who after a bit of time convinced him to give himself up.

Here in Georgia we have a death penalty statute and a “life in prison” statute for murder. The latter allows parole. We don’t have an option of “live without parole.” Well, Nichols’ crime is pretty heinous, he was charged with fifty some separate crimes and the Fulton County Prosecutor wants him to be executed.

Your or my opinion about the death penalty aside, getting to it is a very, very expensive proposition these days, given recent U.S. Supreme Court decisions.

The Fulton County prosecutor has listed over four hundred potential witness and turned over more than 40,000 pages of documents. There are five lawyers working on the case for the County. The State’s public defender office assigned Nichols four lawyers. One of the lawyers is working for free and the top guy is working for $175 an hour. There has been loud and widespread outrage that the defense has cost the state upwards to $2 million so far, though the prosecution has probably spent about the same. Currently the case is on hold because the defender’s office is out of money and the Legislature hasn’t approved anymore. The Speaker of the House has called for the trial judge’s impeachment (judges don’t get impeached down here, they are removed only by the State Supreme Court, but why should that prevent a state official from pandering to public opinion) and the prosecutor filed a motion to force the Judge’s recusal. The Judge denied the motion and then allowed the Prosecutor to file an appeal directly to the State Supreme Court. So as I said, the case is on hold.

OK, finally the point. The New Yorker did an article about all of this and more which is currently on it’s website. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution today reported that the Judge was quoted as saying something along the lines of “everyone knows he did it.” I read the New Yorker piece, there’s more of the same and worse. There’s a controversy as to whether the reporter had the Judge’s permission to quote him. The Judge said he talked to him “on background.” The reporter says no way, it was all on the record.

The end result is going to be the Judge’s removal from the case: you are allowed to think things like he said, you just can’t say them in public if you are the judge. So, we’ll spend a few more million bucks in our attempt to fry Nichols (actually lethally inject him once we get the approval on the new formula from the Supremes).

Don’t talk to reporters, never, ever.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Tapping Keys

Warning, this post is a bit weird.

So here it is. There are some words that I don’t like to type. The tapping just doesn’t flow. As an example, I just logged into a blog to leave a comment and had to type my email address, dave@ratherthanworking.com to authenticate me, or whatever it does. (The address isn’t a big secret, it’s in the profile in the sidebar. If you sell it to a Nigerian or a siding contractor or a Nigerian siding contractor, I swear I will find you from the grave.)

Anyway, I don’t like doing numbers. Never liked doing the number keys. You have to reach; and, though I’ve been typing for decades now, I’m just never sure just which of those keys is the 7 or the 6 (as an example when I touch typed the 7 the first time it was a 9. The second 7 was an 8. My fingers just don’t have reach memory, or something. It is physically impossible for me to find the Del key without looking. Same with the forward and reverse bracket keys ([ and ]).

It’s worse with the symbols. Just where in hell is the $? Damn, I got it right on the first try.

So, with the URL, we have the @ problem, though I’m getting better since I type it a lot (thanks or no thanks to Blogger). Then, for no reason that I can figure out, my fingers just don’t like to type ratherthanworking.com. I always pause before the w and then before the o.

Also, “the” bugs me. If I’m zooming along it often becomes t-e-h, which Word will not allow me to type without the dashes: one of the good things among the very many bad things about the newer versions of Word.

And I hate word verification on Blogger. Some are OK. I look and I can sometimes actually differentiate between the u and the v and the w. But Blogger has a mean streak. Its I’s and J’s and L’s, especially when next to each other, are indistinct. Bastards.

Well, that’s it. I just wanted to tell you that. There are other examples that aren’t coming to mind just now. Maybe I’ll add a comment or two.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Buttocks Bollox

I’m conflicted over this one. I don’t know just what time NYPD Blue airs, but I gather from the article below that it is before 10:00 p.m. Nudity is fine with me, given the right place. I don’t though think that includes network television. That said, government bureaucrats are weenies (can I get fined for that word?). Bare buttocks in and of themselves are “patently offensive?” Yes, I’ve seen a few that are. Then the sexual and excretory stuff, give me a break. Common sense is not a bumper crop these days. Keep the nudity where it belongs, don’t be stupid about categories. Anyway, here’s what irked me:

“The Federal Communications Commission has proposed a $1.4 million fine against 52 ABC Television Network stations over a 2003 broadcast of cop drama NYPD Blue.

“The fine is for a scene where a boy surprises a woman as she prepares to take a shower. The scene depicted ‘multiple, close-up views’ of the woman's ‘nude buttocks’ according to an agency order issued late Friday.

“ABC is owned by the Walt Disney Co. The fines were issued against 52 stations either owned by or affiliated with the network.

“FCC's definition of indecent content requires that the broadcast ‘depicts or describes sexual or excretory activities’ in a ‘patently offensive way’ and is aired between the hours of 6 a.m. and 10 p.m.

“The agency said the show was indecent because ‘it depicts sexual organs and excretory organs — specifically an adult woman's buttocks.’

“The agency rejected the network's argument that ‘the buttocks are not a sexual organ.’”

Associated Press.

A Sporting Proposition

For some, not all, this is the season of doldrums for sports. Steroid controversy seems to be in hiatus. Yes, there’s the prospect of a couple of new great commercials in return for watching four hours of usually not too great football coming up a week from tomorrow. Pro basketball players are jetting around the country playing the last five minutes of each game. The NHL is putting on its all-star weekend here in Atlanta. It’s televised on the Versus cable channel. I believe I’ve made my point.

Having turned my attention yesterday to national economic policy, I find my head still pondering the dismal science.

Though there are no quadrillions involved, there are plenty of millionaires and a few billionaires available for examination in professional sports. First, let me say that I do not begrudge any of their riches, I just have difficulty understanding them. Take baseball. The minimum salary in 2008 will be $390,000.00. The average MLB salary in 2007 was $2,824,751.00. Yes, you have the years spent in the minors riding on buses and making peanuts - a thousand to a couple of thousand a month. But,, you also have players like Kevin Brown, a pitcher who in 1998 signed for seven years for a cool $105 million, becoming one of the first of the huge money players. He went 86 and 45. Good, but not superstar stats. Over his nineteen year career he has a .594 winning percentage.

A player like Brown would argue that years of playing well for not much money because of the restrictive collective bargaining agreement with its lockstep maximum salaries justifies the windfall at the end of his career. A team owner would say the lockstep system is needed so that the big packages can be afforded for the relatively small number of “superstars.”

I say that the “system” is the problem. Baseball and other professional sports would benefit from scrapping it and replacing it with the model used by most businesses: perform well and be paid well. Do poorly and you are shown the door. If multi-year contracts were banned along with the salary maximums for younger players, the bargaining power would be relatively equal. Player A has a great year and can command immediately, not five years down the road, a big yearly salary. Owner B can pay market price or risk losing A to a competitor. The next year A falls off in his performance and knows that his market value is not as great, as does B. The market price falls. The same pool of money is chasing the same pool of talent; but, the money is more “efficiently” spent on the talent.

How do you factor in the relatively short career span of players and the risks of injury? The same way that business does (or in some cases, should). Pensions and insurance, though here the greater market model is not perfect. Should a player who can’t get a job five years into his career at age 25 to 30 have been paid enough so as not to have to work again? I don’t think so, he can enter that greater market and sell another skill. But, should a player who suffers a catastrophic injury be thrown out with the trash? No. There insurance and pension funds should be available.

Enough contemplation – there’s hockey to be watched, except DirecTv doesn’t carry Versus.

Friday, January 25, 2008

An Unqualified Opinion UPDATED

I am not an economist. (The Update is at the end.)

(To prove that point, back before I went to law school, I was considering continuing to work full time and take night classes. Since it had been a while since I’d been in school I took two graduate level classes while working to see how it would pan out. One was microeconomics. The instructor was on the adjunct staff. He was a full time economist for a regional bank. He took a mathematical approach to the subject, which left me in the dark. I’d regularly ask something along the lines of “could you use words to explain that?” I ended up with an A. On the graded bluebook he wrote a note saying he’d enjoyed having me in the class as “I knew if you understood something, everyone did.” I was a teaching tool.)

So anyway, I’m not an economist. I can handle supply and demand, elasticity and that kind of stuff. The macro stuff is beyond me. That said, this new bipartisan economic stimulus bill doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.

From the Washington Post:

“Under the deal, nearly everyone who earned a paycheck in 2007 would receive at least $300 from the Internal Revenue Service -- $103 billion in total. Most people would receive rebates of $600 each, or $1,200 per couple. Families with children would receive an additional payment of $300 per child. Workers who earned at least $3,000 last year -- but not enough to pay income taxes -- would be eligible for $300.

“Overall, 117 million families would receive rebate checks, including 35 million with earnings too low to have qualified under an earlier Bush proposal that limited checks to income tax payers. Rebates would be limited, however, to single taxpayers with adjusted gross income up to $75,000 -- up to $150,000 for couples. Above that, the benefit would phase out until hitting zero for individuals with adjusted income of about $87,000, $174,000 for couples.

“The money would be borrowed and would increase the federal deficit.”

The plan would also allow some accelerated depreciation to businesses and allow expensing rather than depreciation over time on some purchases by businesses.

First, and I hate calling $150 billion not much money, but it is in relative terms. Total personal income in the U.S. is in the neighborhood of just under $7,000,000,000,000,000. (From a chart at the Census Bureau website. Just under $28,000 a year for people over fifteen in 2006: there were about 223,000,000 million of such people. I don't think, but I don't know, that this includes corporation income.) That is whatever the word after trillion is. OK, I looked it up, $7 quadrillion. Now, not every penny of the money made is spent, and I can’t find a source for the money spent each year; but, let’s assume only $1 quadrillion is spent. $150 billion is only .00015 of a quadrillion dollars. And, we aren't including foreign spending. How much of an economic stimulus is that? (Don’t attack my math, it may be wrong; but, whatever the right numbers are, the package is a very, very, very small part of the total money spent in the country in a year).

Second, a lot of the rebates won’t be spent. If you are making in the top range of say $100,000 to $174,000, you aren’t going to go out and spend an extra few hundred to few thousand dollars just because you got a rebate. You’ll spend what you planned on spending. The rebates at this level are not an economic stimulus.

Third, this is borrowed money. To do not much, other than to serve as campaign fodder for the pols, we’ll add to the deficit.

Remember, I told you so; and I got an A a long time ago.

Daniel Shorr on NPR this morning likened the economic impact of the rebates to a cookie. You tell your friend you have cancer. He says "that's terrible, here, have a cookie, you'll feel better."

Monday, January 21, 2008

In Memoriam: Suzanne Pleshette

Suzanne Pleshette died yesterday at a month short of 71.

She was most famously Bob Newhart’s wife in “The Bob Newhart Show.”

To my mind her greatest contribution to television entertainment was in Newhart’s next series, “Newhart.” You remember, Tom Poston, Mary Fran, Larry, Darryl and Darryl. She did a short guest spot on the last show.

From Wikipedia:

The series boasts one of the most memorable series finales in television history, entitled "The Last Newhart." The entire town is purchased by a visiting Japanese tycoon, who plans to turn the hamlet into a huge golf course and recreation resort. The lone hold-outs are Dick and Joanna, who keep their property thanks largely to Dick's refusal to play along with what he views as the latest demented whim of the townspeople. Everyone else takes their huge payoffs, says their final good-byes, and leave Dick and Joanna to run the Stratford Inn.

Flash forward five years. Dick continues to grimly run the Stratford, while golf balls constantly pelt the walls. Joanna dresses like a geisha, and the Japanese replacements for George and Stephanie are even less helpful than the originals.

The ex-townfolk — richer and odder than before — unexpectedly pay the Loudons a visit. Michael and Stephanie's daughter has grown up to be a tiny clone of her mother. George has opened a new theme park dedicated to handymen. Larry, Darryl and Darryl have all married gabby, talkative women (one of whom is played by a then-unknown Lisa Kudrow). When their wives will not shut up, the Darryls yell out in unison, "QUIET!" Aside from Larry, who had always commented on how talkative they were, this moment is the only time on the show that anyone has ever heard them say a word. Everyone is stunned (the studio audience gasped in shock before erupting in a loud ovation).

Things quickly become chaotic, with the visitors cheerfully deciding on an extended stay at the inn. Dick vents his frustration at how unmanageable and stupid everything has become, but nobody is interested in Dick's opinion, so he announces that he is finally fed up and is leaving for good. As he storms out the door, Dick turns around and says, "You're all CRAZY!" Just then, he is struck by a wayward golf ball and collapses, unconscious. The screen goes black.

Then a light is turned on, and viewers see Newhart in bed, saying "Honey, you won't believe the dream I just had." Another light comes on, revealing not Dick Loudon's wife Joanna, but Bob Hartley's wife Emily (Suzanne Pleshette). The bedroom is a recreation from The Bob Newhart Show, and – in a parody of a 1980s television vogue – the entire Newhart series is revealed to have been a dream in the mind of Newhart's 1970s character. Bob tells Emily that in the dream, he lived in a weird Vermont town surrounded by strange people: a snobbish maid and her alliterative husband, a dense handyman, and three eccentric woodsmen, two of whom were mute.

When he reveals that he was married to a beautiful blonde in the dream, an annoyed Emily tells Bob to go back to sleep and flicks off the light on her side of the bedroom. Reviving a technique from The Bob Newhart Show, in which one of the Hartleys incredulously flicks back on a bedside light and restarts the conversation, Emily turns her light back on and inquires, "What do you mean, 'beautiful blonde?!' Bob tells her to go back to sleep, commenting, "You should wear more sweaters," something Joanna was noted for. The scene ends to the strains of the old Bob Newhart Show theme song (although this was removed for syndicated reruns).After the credits, at the point when the cat in the MTM logo normally meows, the typically understated Newhart "meow" voiceover is replaced by the two Darryls shouting "QUIET!"

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Snowpourri

Well the Blizzard of ’08 appears to have passed. Here inside the Perimeter (I-285) we got maybe a bit over an inch of snow – the grass is covered, that’s it. The next issue is whether the streets will stay wet as the temperature drops so there’s ice over night. If that happens, it won’t be a nice Sunday.

As to the “Blizzard,” you people up north, don’t laugh. OK, laugh. Channel 2 “Action News” had commercial-free coverage of the stormette by its “Extreme Weather Team” this afternoon. There were two anchors, two weather guys and six or seven field reporters. The latter all were staked out next to roads, bundled up in parkas, wool caps and scarves. It was 32 degrees at the time. The recently late Sir Edmund Hillary was not as warmly dressed when he ascended Everest. They pointed out the snow flakes falling, slush, actual snow accumulation, icicles on the bumper of their SUV and other wonders. One filmed a guy using an ice scraper to get enough snow off the hood of his car to make a snowball.

We make the most of winter here when we get it. This morning's AJC had instructions for making a snowman.

Predictably, the Kroger was jammed this afternoon. The eight buck a bundle pallet of firewood (“genuine hardwood”) was going fast.

I am comfy. The crock pot is simmering chili and the aroma is just getting going. LoneStar Radio is coming over the speakers. (If you like Rock, Blues, Texas Country, try it. Hardly ever a bad song and almost no commercials. Google KZPS-FM. It’s based in Dallas. Pretty much the only Clear Channel station I’ve heard that I like.)

Only one down note: Netflix did not deliver the next DVD today. I’m stuck with what’s on TiVo, a Netflix streaming moving (often a crap shoot) or as a last resort, live TV.

Enjoy your weekend.

Friday, January 18, 2008

A 2008 Lynching

A few weeks ago a sports anchor on the Golf Channel, talking about the PGA Tour’s golfers being for the most part far back of Tiger Woods on the talent and win scoreboard, said that young players on the tour should "lynch Tiger Woods in a back alley." Beyond the incorrect verb, it was stupid repartee. The anchor is a woman named Kelli Tilgham. I’ve seen her a couple of times and have not been impressed with her skills at her job.

All she needed to do to correct the problem was come back from a commercial break and say that the lynching thing was a stupid thing to say. “What I should have said is that Tiger is so good, that the only way the rest of the players are going to win more than every now and again is to mug him in an alley, a back alley or on a deserted street.”

She didn’t do that and didn’t apologize until some time later. The Golf Channel expressed regret.

Of course, Al Sharpton weighed in and demanded that she be fired (Woods’ spokesman had already said that Tiger was a friend of hers and that he didn’t think she had any “ill-intent… the matter was closed”).

From a CNN.com piece:

“But Sharpton says it is the word -- not the person or their history -- that matters. In a Wednesday interview, he compared Tilghman's statement to calling for a woman to be raped or for a Jewish-American to be sent to a gas chamber.

“‘Lynching is not murder in general. It is not assault in general. It is a specific racial term that this woman should be held accountable for,’ the reverend said. ‘What she said is racist. Whether she's a racist -- whether she runs around at night making racist statements -- is immaterial.’

“Sharpton said he wants Tilghman fired, period. And if the Golf Channel doesn't comply, the network can expect to see Sharpton and his National Action Network supporters picketing its Orlando, Florida, headquarters.”

“Tilghman's comment may have been a mistake, Sharpton said, but he feels it was evident of a deep-seated and well-cloaked racism.”

The Reverand Sharpton you might note didn’t draw a similar conclusion after his fellow Reverend’s “hymie-town” faux paux.

"I don't know why that would pop into her mind, but it popped out of her mouth, and she should be held accountable," the reverend said.

So, the Golf Channel announced that Tilgham was suspended for two weeks. "’There is simply no place on our network for offensive language like this,’ the network said in a statement. ‘While we believe that Kelly's choice of words were inadvertent and that she did not intend them in an offensive manner, the words were hurtful and grossly inappropriate.’"

Then to continue the comedy, Golfweek, one of the two major golf magazines put a picture of a noose on it’s cover and did an article about the controversy. The Commissioner of the PGA, Tim Finchem, weighed in:

"Clearly, what Kelly said was inappropriate and unfortunate and she obviously regrets her choice of words. But we consider Golfweek's imagery of a swinging noose on its cover to be outrageous and irresponsible. It smacks of tabloid journalism. It was a naked attempt to inflame and keep alive an incident that was heading to an appropriate conclusion."

Put differently, “Damn, this mess was covered over, they took the wind out of Sharpton’s sails with the suspension, the damn magazine decides that the whole thing is newsworthy and stirs things up again.”

Oh, the PGA has a decade or so long contract for televising golf on the Golf Channel. It has no similar arrangement with Golfweek.

Next, Golfweek fires the editor responsible for the cover: "We apologize for creating this graphic cover that received extreme negative reaction from consumers, subscribers and advertisers across the country," Turnstile Publishing Co. president William J. Kupper Jr. said. "We were trying to convey the controversial issue with a strong and provocative graphic image. It is now obvious that the overall reaction to our cover deeply offended many people. For that, we are deeply apologetic."

Put differently, “Shit, Finchem’s after us, Sharpton isn’t far behind, we’ve off’d the guy that we chose as the scapegoat. Leave us alone, please?”

Finchem on the firing? He did not intend his comments as a “call to action.”

Stupid comment, serial stupid responses. It amazes me that the Rev. Sharpton has so much power over Media and Corporate America.

A Child's View Of Value Analysis

Hedy (see Recommended Sidebar) had a post today listing cheap fun things to do. One was buy the candy you loved as a kid. Her choice was Whoppers.

She brought back a memory from long ago. Though I didn't know it at the time, I grew up upper class poor. I have two brothers. Both of my parents worked full time jobs. We always had plenty of food and clean clothes; but, discretionary spending was something that rarely happened.

Back then in the Detroit area every kid wore clothes from Sears or hand-me-downs (J.C. Penney was considered upscale. Hudson's was for the well-to-do East and North siders). As the eldest, I got the better end of the bargain than my brothers as they got my out-grown clothes.

One of the family's forms of "cheap entertainment" was a Friday or Saturday night trip to Sears. Most trips consisted of just wandering through the departments, tools (Craftsman), housewares (Kenmore) and maybe a peek at toys. On occasion, something would be bought.

Along the main aisle (this was long before store merchandisers discovered that making aisles an obstacle course increased sales) about in the center of the store was the candy and nut counter. Pick your poison, and Sears had it. Under angled glass, at the perfect height for a seven year old to be face level with the loose goods on display. The nut section had lights in the case to warm them, wafting the smell through the store.

Not every time, but often enough, my middle brother and I (Tim was a baby in these years) were allowed to choose a quarter pound of anything. I don't know that I actually remember the first time this happened; but, I can imagine that I was overwhelmed with the prospect. Choose? Make a decision among all this?

Over time, the choices narrowed to Whoppers or cashews. But then the ultimate choice was sooo difficult. On the scale of exotic, cashews won. They won on flavor, though Whoppers were just behind. I almost always chose Whoppers. Why, a quarter pound is a quarter pound isn't it? In my young eyes, Whoppers won out because, having less mass (?) than cashews, there were more in the little bag. A quarter pound bag of Whoppers was bigger than a quarter pound bag of cashews. It took longer to consume. More pleasure for the money.

Though I'm not much for sweets or snacks as an adult, would my choice be the same today? I think not. I'd go for the flavor and buy more to make up for the the mass problem. Discretionary income has taken some of the adventure from my life.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

The Bible As A Model For The Constitution

I looked at Living Next Door to Alice and RWorld a bit earlier. (See Recommended Sidebar) The latter referred to the former's quote of Mike Huckabee suggesting that we amend the Constitution to be more in line with the Bible.

I then did a bit of online research. I can’t find a video or a transcript of the entire Huckabee speech last night but here is what he had to say about it last night on Hannity & Colmes:

COLMES: All right, Governor, you made a statement at a rally in Michigan within the last 24 hours. You said, "I have opponents in this race who do not want to change the Constitution." You said, "I believe it's a lot easier to change the Constitution than it'd be to change the word of the living God, and that's what we need to do."

That makes people a little worried. It sounds like you're looking to have a theocratic state when you make statements like that...

HUCKABEE: Oh, no, Alan.

COLMES: ... going to make change in Constitution...

HUCKABEE: Not at all.

COLMES: ... in keeping with your view of God.

HUCKABEE: On two things. The context is two things, human life amendment, which I support
and which has been in the Republican platform since 1980. And by the way, Fred Thompson doesn't support it, nor does John McCain. And yet it's part of our platform. And it's a very important part of our platform to say that human life is something we're going to stand for. And the second thing is traditional marriage.

So those are the two areas which I'm talking about. I'm not suggesting that we rewrite the Constitution to reflect tithing or Sunday school attendance. I want to make that very clear.

COLMES: Fred Thompson was on the show just a few moments ago...

HUCKABEE: Alan. I think maybe you should obey those things.

COLMES: Well, thank you for the suggestion.

The YouTube clip that is everywhere has no such context in it; but, I don’t know what came before or after the infamous quote. That said, I don’t want a president that wants an amendment that takes a side in the abortion debate or “constitutionalizes” a view of marriage.

Got to watch those people from Arkansas, whichever side of the issues they’re on.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Iraq May Not Love Us; But....

Just Read This! What were you planning for your kid, your grandkid, your girlfriend, boyfriend, husband or wife who happens to be in the military to be doing over the span of the next decade? None of those matter to you? Had any plans for your tax dollars over the same period of time? Go read, I have nothing further to say.

Well yes I do actually.

If you haven't read the article, the Iraq Minister of something or other says they need US troops for internal security until 2012 and for external security until 2018. The surge certainly seems to be..., just what is it doing? We started this stupidity, are we obligated to see it through? Should we bail out and let them fight among themselves and with their neighbors? Hey George, yeah George, you, any thoughts? Oh, sorry, I know your busy working on your legacy. John? John? Mitt? Barach? Mike? Hilary? I know, you are either in favor of leaving as soon as possible or staying as long as is necessary, I read that Sunday in the New York Times. Could we have a bit in the way of details? Oh, yeah, that might alienate a voter or two. How silly of me.

A Windows Wonder

Vista that is, don’t know if this wonder exists with XP.

I got home a bit early and fired up the laptop to do a bit of surfing. I did. I hung on a website and held down control/alt/delete to bring up Task Manager (a minor annoyance, in XP you went straight to Task Manager, in Vista it is part of a menu, one more click), expecting to find that Internet Explore was "not responding." I either held the keys too long or did something else; but, the end result was that my laptop, sitting on my lap as I was laying on the couch, changed to portrait view rather than landscape. I shut the thing down and restarted.

Ever try typing on a keyboard with the screen tilted ninety degrees to the left? I did. It was now the default view. The closest thing I can think of to the disorientation that results is to imagine driving down the road and be magically popped into a car with the steering wheel on the right and your car also on the “wrong” side of the road. Vista wasn’t moving so I recovered.

One good thing about Vista is that its Search function is much better than XP, better as in each screen has a search window and they are fast. I typed in several alternatives and finally scored with “screen orientation.” That brought up a dialogue box that was currently set at portrait, which I had somehow ordered. I reset a bunch of stuff to landscape, it demurred, saying I could only set one primary setting to landscape. I gave in and did that. Everything is back to normal. That’s it. If anyone knows what I did wrong and is bored enough to comment, your thoughts are welcome.