Author: cdwan

  • Non death things

    Aaaaaaaaand we’re back to our regularly scheduled non “meaningless death of a friend of the family” related programming.

    First off, we have the Japanese training for a level 3 furry outbreak. TOKYO, Feb 21: A zoo employee dressed as an escaped mock gorilla tries to attack visitors during a training exercise at Ueno Zoo February 21, 2006 in Tokyo, Japan. Under the assumption that a big earthquake could happen at any time in Tokyo, the training is conducted for zoo staff in how to capture animals and lead the visitors to safety. (Koichi Kamoshia/Getty Images)

    The car dealership called today. Apparently we need to write them a check for $1,900 because they forgot to include sales tax in the figure that they gave us. The question is: “why do I care?” The answer is that they have not yet submitted the registration because they realized their mistake when they noticed that (wait for it…) they had also forgotten to collect the $20 check that goes to the DMV. I was present for the conversation. Sales tax was certainly discussed. I need to look at the paperwork to see if my “they’re trying to shaft you” instincts are misfiring here. Remember, never assume malice when incompetence will suffice.

    Also, I’ve been fighting with the stupid filesystem again. I had to open port 69 on the firewall so that TFTP could run. Does it never end?

  • Left rear door?

    The Washington Post had another article this morning about Aaron Brown. Word is, the bullets hit the drivers side rear door and the left rear panel.

    What an awful situation. It makes me feel sick. We’re left with piles of teddy bears and flowers in the IHOP parking lot.

    Said the father: “If their policy in a situation like this is to throw themselves in front of a moving vehicle and then use deadly force, maybe that policy needs to be reviewed,”

    –UPDATE–

    The parents have asked that if you’re moved to send flowers, you instead make a donation in his name to a charity, Guitars Not Guns. They provide music lessons to at-risk kids. Be warned that the web site plays a little song for you, it creeped me out.

  • Publicity

    Interesting. I linked to the Washington Post in my last update. They apparently track referrals, and link back to “bloggers who have written about this article”. So now I’m getting anonymous people who read the Post article and followed a link here.

    Have no illusions of privacy on your livejournal, folks, it just ain’t private unless you protect it with a “friends only” or similar.

  • Death

    One of my brother’s best friends from high school, Aaron Brown, was shot and killed on Friday night. Here’s the Washington Post article. Aaron was 18 years old.

    My thoughts

  • Newspapers and strong coffee

    Weekend mornings are sacred. Really strong coffee, a fast internet feed, and whatever music I was dreaming about when I woke.

    Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner.

    I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home - and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed - breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert.... Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music.... All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.

    Breakfast with Hunter. A documentary about the good doctor. If anyone is pressed for a random gift for me, that would do nicely. It doesn’t seem to be on NetFlix.

    Moving from the biographical to the philosophical, the NYT has an interesting article on the NSA looking into data mining techniques.

    by fundamentally changing the nature of surveillance, high-tech data mining raises privacy concerns that are only beginning to be debated widely. That is because to find illicit activities it is necessary to turn loose software sentinels to examine all digital behavior whether it is innocent or not.

    "The theory is that the automated tool that is conducting the search is not violating the law," said Mark D. Rasch, the former head of computer-crime investigations for the Justice Department and now the senior vice president of Solutionary, a computer security company. But "anytime a tool or a human is looking at the content of your communication, it invades your privacy."

    This sums up nicely the current state of things, and the growing divide between our legal protections and our technical capabilities. These techniques are completely legal, and also disturbingly invasive.

    Finally, there is a nice editorial in the Times Select section reaming Harvard for firing Larry Summers:

    Now that Lawrence Summers has resigned, it's time for the editor of The Harvard Crimson to follow his example. There is no excuse for the paper's decision to publish a poll showing that students, by a three to one margin, wanted Summers to remain the president of Harvard.

    Telling Harvard professors their opinions are not shared by everyone can only further disrupt the "collegial" atmosphere required by their delicate psyches. And it was so unnecessary. Since when should the opinions of students make any difference in choosing Harvard's president?

    Harvard is an institution run for the benefit of the tenured faculty, as Summers discovered too late. His attempts to shake it up appealed to students and the junior faculty, but tenured professors were appalled when he told them to work harder. He dared to suggest that professors teach survey courses geared to undergraduates' needs — an onerous idea to academics accustomed to teaching whatever's in their latest book.

    ...

    His great gaffe on campus was suggesting that bias by patriarchal white men might not be the only reason for the shortage of women professors in science and math. After making the ritual genuflections to discrimination, he dared to note that there are many more men who score at the upper extreme (and the lower extreme) on math tests.

    This will come as no surprise to the high school students who have taken the math part of the SAT, a test in which there are three boys in the top percentile for every girl. Perhaps a few of these students will now wonder how much intellectual stimulation they'll get at a university where inconvenient facts are taboo. But most of them will probably be happy to go there just because it's Harvard"

    And now, off to work in my garden.

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  • Butterflies

    New essay: The Butterfly Effect

    Also, if you failed to put your thoughts in my Johari or Nohari squares, please do so. I’m curious.

  • Security

    I can’t make this crap up. I went ahead and grabbed the article as it appeared on my screen, because I’m sure it’ll change soon. So, do we panic or not? I quote from the article: This deal wouldn’t go forward if we were concerned about the security of the United States of America,” Bush told reporters during a Cabinet meeting.

    I think he may be confused with the homonym on “Dubai.”

  • Things that are funny, late at night.

    This is what happens when you stay up late playing Halo, then read your comics and the New York Times brutally early edition.

    “He is a loathsome supremely selfish creature who behaves contemptibly, laughs at the pain of others, has no manners whatsoever, and whose mental acuity would be compared unfavorably with that of a table. Yet I find I still prefer him to you.”

    “Anything that ugly, it wants to die … I was wrong. Anything that ugly, it wants you to die.”

    ‘How powerful a man do you have to be to shoot someone in the face and have that guy say “my bad?”‘

    “It’s come to my attention that many of the foreign goods we import into our country are made by foreigners who speak foreign languages and are foreign. It’s come to my attention that many varieties of hummus and other vital bread schmears are made by Arabs, the group responsible for 9/11. Furthermore, it’s come to my attention that the Chinese have a menacing death grip on America’s pacifier, blankie, bunny and rattle supplies, and have thus established crushing domination of the entire non-pharmaceutical child sedative industry.

    It’s therefore time for Chuck Schumer, Hillary Clinton, Bill Frist and Peter King to work together to write the National Security Ethnic Profiling Save Our Children Act, which would prevent Muslims from buying port management firms, the Chinese from buying oil and mouth-toy companies, and the Norwegians from using their secret control of U.S fluoridation levels to sap our precious bodily fluids at the Winter Olympics.

    In other words, what we need to protect our security and way of life is a broad-based, xenophobic Know Nothing campaign of dressed-up photo-op nativism to show foreigners we will no longer submit to their wily ways.

    Never mind — the nativist, isolationist mass hysteria is already here.”

  • Back

    I purchased some wrist and ankle weights to make my workouts even more **extreme** than they were before. 2.5 pounds on each wrist was where I started. I wore them for a single karate class. This seems to have somehow destroyed my lower back. From the bottom rib down to just under the top of my hips, right next to my spine, is just on fire today. I can usually put both palms flat on the floor from a standing position. Today, I had trouble tying my shoes with my knees bent. I’ve got full workplace ergonomics in play today, with the back pillow, feet flat on the floor, chair arms appropriately adjusted … otherwise it hurts more.

    What did I do wrong? How can such a little weight have molested me so badly?

    In other news, this cute little guy was on the suet feeder this morning: