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Friday, 31 December 2004

Goodbye 2004

Well, another year is about to expire. In the past 366 days we’ve seen more of Janet Jackson than anyone would want to; we’ve defeated the most left-wing candidate ever to stand for President; we saw a witch-hunt which ended with Martha Stewart jailed; we saw the winningest man ever to play Jeopardy—and we saw him lose. On a personal note, I gained a sister-in-law, which is excellent; I finally started my mediæval weapons collection; and I saw my financial position improve as the stock market slowly rebounds. It wasn’t a great year, but it wasn’t all that bad a year either. Here’s hoping that 2005 exceeds ’04 in the good and falls behind in the bad. Happy New Year!

Thursday, 30 December 2004

Formatting Information

I just discovered a handy LaTeX reference, Formatting Information: A Beginner’s Introduction to Typesetting with LaTeX. LaTeX, of course, is just about the best document preparation and typesetting system ever, capable of producing professional-quality output easily.

Orwell on Style

Another perspective on English style is that of George Orwell in Politics and the English Language. A great read whose advice boils down to:

  1. Never use a metaphor, simile or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.
  2. Never use a long word where a short one will do.
  3. If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.
  4. Never use the passive where you can use the active.
  5. Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.
  6. Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.

Very good advice.

License 048-KLE

A little over a week ago I was nearly run off of the road by a woman in a Chevy 4x4 with the license plate 048-KLE, apparently annoyed that I should have the temerity to use the road (as is the right of every cyclist, and in some cases the duty too). Should I be smashed by a hit-and-run, one might wish to check that vehicle for scrapes…

The King's English

Fowler’s 1908 classic The King’s English is now online at Bartleby. It’s the definitive guide to proper style, written at a time whose pronouncements on the matter may be safely trusted. Now I just need to read it and take its lessons to heart.

Screen Presentation Tools

Michael Wiedmann has a great reference for screen presentation (e.g. PowerPoint) tools which focuses on those which run on open platforms (and maybe Windows/Mac OS X as well).

Wednesday, 29 December 2004

Noodling Legalised in Missouri

I see that Missouri has legalised noodling—fishing for catfish with one’s bare hands and feet. Be sure to follow the link: there are pictures of some monster cats!

Corsets and Crinolines

I recently found Corsets & Crinolines, a collection of photos of antique & vintage clothing. Unfortunately, it’s all women’s clothing, and thus useless for my own research, but pretty cool nonetheless.

Tuesday, 28 December 2004

Christmas Cancelled for Bad Boys

A man sold the Christmas gifts he’d gotten for his sons on eBay—because they misbehaved. Good for him!

A Group Is Its Own Enemy

Back in ’03 Clay Shirky gave an interesting speech on group dynamics. It discusses how groups can devolve without structure and order, and how those are vitally necessary to the long-term welfare of the group as a whole (which is unexpected to many and unwelcome to those with a lefty viewpoint). It also details how technology can enable new ways of working within a group, which is pretty cool. Well worth the read.

Saturday, 25 December 2004

Merry Christmas from heaven?!?!

I received a catalogue from the local stationer’s; one of the items is a Merry Christmas from Heaven ornament which reads:

I love you all dearly,
Now don’t shed a tear,
I’m spending my Christmas
With Jesus this year.

What kind of sick jerk would send such a thing? I can’t think of something worse to receive such a thing when sad & miserable. What is this world coming to?

Wednesday, 22 December 2004

Rebel Rouser

Listening to Rebel Rouser this evening, it occurred to me what a fine tune it is. Like November Rain or In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, it has he quality that it could be played for an hour or two and not seem amiss.

Prix Fixe Holiday Meals

I remember the wonderful autumn of the year I was graduated from Austin College. I had more money than I knew what to do with, having gone from $400/mo. to a rather more livable sum; I dined out frequently; my life was a whirlwind of activity and fun.

One night early that November I dined at the Chez Walter, a now-defunct Swiss place. I noticed that they were to have a prix fixe menu specially for Thanksgiving. This looked like a fantastic deal: enjoy some top-quality food at something of a bargain price and celebrate the holiday in style. But of course my parents wouldn’t hear of it: I got more grief and caterwauling than I’d ever received before (payment, perhaps, for the grief and caterwauling I dealt when having my teeth pulled…). Oh well, of course there’s always another chance.

But of course, there was no other chance. Every year, Thanksgiving and then Christmas would roll around, and every year the finest establishments in town would offer various prix fixe and table d’hôte options (each one enticing and attractive) and each year all I wanted was to go to church, eat a nice quiet meal in a nice quiet atmosphere and go home and have a nice quiet day in which napping would figure heavily—and each year I was prevented due to my family’s demand that I dine with them. Oh well, this wasn’t that big deal: I do love them, and they are in town, and it does seem a bit wrong not to celebrate holidays with family in town, and my mother and father are absolutely wonderful cooks, and after all someday I’d have the chance to realise my dream.

Well, this year I thought that I’d have that chance. They are all going to be headed to Grand Junction and will be staying the duration. This means that at long last I have no obligations and can finally have a perfect Christmas. Except that they tried to get me to go with them (which is fundamentally absurd: five people in a college student’s flat is the sort of thing that even a French surrealist would abhor, among other reasons), and gave me so much grief in front of other people that some very good friends of mine took pity on me (mistakenly believing that I’d be sad and alone on Christmas, when it fact it is my very dearest desire to have a quiet day on my own) and invited me to their place, and so of course I was honour-bound to accept their invitation.

Now this is all fine and dandy: my friends are outstanding and good people, and I always have a great time with them, and anticipate having a superlative time on Saturday, and will be glad to have gone. But I still won’t have been able to go to church, eat a nice dinner and then take some nice long naps. Four Christmases have come and gone; five Thanksgivings have come and gone, and I still haven’t realised my dream! Five years—half a decade; 1/15th of my life—have passed, and I still haven’t been able to have a Thanksgiving or Christmas ordered as I would have it.

Tuesday, 21 December 2004

The 28-Hour Day

I visited a website promoting a 28-hour day. The premise is that instead of 7x24-hour days in a week one instead has 6x28-hour days. The length of the week doesn’t change, and one still works a full work week (10x4 instead of 8x5). It sounds like a pretty cool idea. Perhaps once I start working from home I can start doing it.

Monday, 20 December 2004

Black Box Recorder

Check out Black Box Recorder, a band out of England with an amazing, hard-to-describe sound: a kind of retro-pop-sophistication which wouldn’t sound at all out of place in a cocktail lounge, except for its often bitter subject matter. I can’t say that I agree with their politics, but I can say that any man who can remain unmoved by Sarah Nixey’s vocals is no man at all. I highly recommend The Facts of Life.

emusic

I recently got myself a membership at emusic, a legal MP3 download service. They have a large number of indie/college bands (like Black box Recorder, Dressy Bessy, 16 Horsepower &c., but they also have mainstream artists like Otis Redding, Green Day, Bush, Violent Femmes, Willie Nelson and so on. The deal is that when you sign up you get 50 free downloads; after that it’s $10/mo. for 40 songs/mo., $15/mo. for 65 songs/mo. and $20/mo. for 90 songs/mo. You can always redownload a song you’ve gotten before without affecting your monthly cost. It’s also possible to buy additional one-time downloads for a price. The deal isn’t quite as good as used to be (a few years back, I believe it was one price for unlimited downloads), but it’s pretty good, and a lot cheaper than buying a CD which will just sit on the bookshelf, and at 22–25¢/track, cheaper than the other online music stores.

If you decide that you’d like to use the free trial (imagine: 50 legal, high-bit-rate MP3s), let me know so I can invite you: I get 10 free tracks with each successful referral.

Friday, 17 December 2004

The Devonshire House Ball

In 1897 the highest ranks of England gathered for a costume party. The images are quite interesting and in some cases rather amusing. Oddly enough, some of those present would live into the 1960s.

Wednesday, 15 December 2004

Neuros Digital Audio Computer

I want a Neuros. Completely open; has a mike; transmits FM; plays Ogg Vorbis. A bit pricey, though: $280 for the full bundle of player, flash backpack, earphones, belt clips and a charger.

The Mathematics of Sec

Slashdot recently reviewed Mathematics and Sec; sounds like an interesting book. Among its findings, if one has a run of n possible mates who after rejection will never be seen again, then one’s optimal strategy is to sample the first x = n/e (where e is the base of natural logarithms, 2.7183), then take the first one thereafter who is better than the previous x. This applies for anything, of course—even job applicants.

A commenter linked to an economic model developed at the University of Texas concerning ecstasy and the costs and benefits of faking it. Very curious.

Another commenter linked to Why I Will Never Have a Girlfriend, which mathematically demonstrates that there are 18,726 gals whom he might like and who might like him, and that meeting one new girl a week it would take 3,493 weeks to meet even one of the 18,726—67 years. In other words, he will never have a girlfriend.

Tuesday, 14 December 2004

Treacherous Computing

Beware so-called trusted computing. Can you trust your computer?

Monday, 13 December 2004

Ted Turner on Media Consolidation

Ted Turner wrote on media consolidation this year; while I often disagree with him one must admit that he has achieved some remarkable successes, and this is an area in which he has no little amount of expertise.

Sunday, 12 December 2004

Parker's Heraldry

In 1894 James Parker published his Glossary of Terms Used in Heraldry. In certain respects it is incomplete, but it remains still a valuable resource for the student of that noble science.

Yankee Secession

No-one who has followed recent American politics can be ignorant of the recent calls for blue-state (i.e. Democrat) secession. The New York Times has an article concerning Yankee secession. The best quote comes from a Southerner, in regards to the rather remotely possible War of Southern Aggression: We could go up there and get back some of the stolen silverware they looted from our ancestors 140 years ago.

Although I believe that secession is a fundamental right of a state, it would be nice to give the God-bedamnéd Yankees a taste of their own medicine.

Three hundred thousand Yankees,
Lie stiff in Southern dust,
We got three hundred thousand,
Before they conquered us,
They died of Southern fever,
And Southern steel and shot,
And I wish it was three million,
Instead of what we got.

It’d be quite satisfying to conquer them for a change.

Marine Sacrifices Finger for Ring

Given the choice between having his wedding ring or his finger cut off, a US Marine chose to lose the finger in order to honour his wife. Unfortunately, the ring was lost nonetheless in the chaos of it all. I hate to say this, but the guy was unwise. Any physical thing is recoverable or replaceable: had the ring been cut off, he could have saved the fragments and had them remade into a new ring; even had the pieces been lost, he could have simply gotten a new ring. But now he’s lost his finger and his ring together—he can still replace the wedding band, but his finger will never return.

Still, one must respect a man who pays homage to his wife and his marriage in such a manner. A man who will give his finger for his wedding ring is surely a man who would give his life for his wife. he may have been unwise, but perhaps sometimes it’s best to be unwise.

Saturday, 11 December 2004

College Application Essay

Now this is the sort of essay any admissions officer would be glad to read.

Bush One of Us

A small, unremarked portion of CNN’s coverage of President Bush’s medical report notes that he smokes an occasional cigar. I’m heartened to read it. Can one trust a man who despises tobacco? I don’t believe so.

Wednesday, 08 December 2004

Best Games of 2004

The Morning News offers a list of Good Gift Games for 2004; Funagain Games offer the Games Magazine 2005 Awards. Regarding the latter, it seems strange to number the awards for a year which hasn’t yet arrived.

Tuesday, 07 December 2004

Planned Parenthood

Saw in Mike Adams’s most recent column this not-so-fun fact: Planned Parenthood has murdered far more innocent people than the KKK and the Nazi Party combined. Sad but true.

Vikings and Horned Helmets?

The Straight Dope takes on the pressing question: did the Vikings wear hornéd helmets? The answer is unsurprising to a cynic like me.

Friday, 03 December 2004

Fox Hunting Banned

Britain has banned fox hunting, sadly enough. The things are pests, for Pete’s sake!

Thursday, 02 December 2004

The Secret of Immortality

Combining this cartoon and a passage I read in Castiglione’s Book of the Courtier, I’ve realised that the secret of immortality is to do something so notable that generations to come study one. I never realised it at the time, but there is a certain undeniable absurdity to an 18 year old studying a man dead almost half a millennium ago. And yet there’s something fundamentally awesome (in the original sense of the word) in that as well. It’s reassuring to think that we still try to get our children to see the world with a bit of perspective.

Saturday, 27 November 2004

Thanksgiving Sucks

Well, I’d the rottenest Thanksgiving thus far. My brother Thomas was on the East Coast celebrating with his new wife (which is right and proper—but I miss them both nonetheless). I’m recovering from surgery and in no small amount of pain. My brothers spent the day playing Halo 2 on an XBox, despite a plethora of board and card games we could have played together, enjoying one another’s company. I had to work the day after Thanksgiving, which has normally been a holiday. And one of my brothers decided to harangue me with his imbecilic and thoroughly ignorant economic theories (worthy of a Kerry voter, not of anyone with an IQ above room temperature) throughout dinner, rather than discussing pleasant subjects.

On the plus side, the turkey was excellent. My mother brined it this year, an excellent and commendable idea. And I did manage to do a decent job of carving the bird, which was gratifying. Other than that, it was a thoroughly miserable day: the most enjoyable thing I did all day was take a nap after dinner.

Wednesday, 24 November 2004

The AOl Throne

Some guys got together and built a throne out of AOL CDs. I want one!

10 Great Things About America

Dinesh D'Souza wrote a great article about why he loves America; worth reading, all you lefty sorts.

Yanis Kanidis

A priest I know forwarded this report from the Hebrew Press. It appears to have come from a Jewish blog, so one doubts that it is Greek or Orthodox fabrication. The story does note that there are different deaths for Mr. Kanidis.

In an act of unlimited devotion and dedication,to the bitter end, an elderly teacher insisted on remaining with his students. He protected them, bandaged their wounds, and with his death,saved their lives.

Children who escaped from the school told of how they owed their lived to elderly Yanis(Ivan)Kanidis, age 74—a man of Greek origin who worked as a gym teacher at the school. He was among the hundreds of teachers, students and parents taken hostage last week when Chechen rebels invaded the large school.

On Thursday, in what was an unusual humanitarian move in the midst of the horror, the terrorists agreed to allow a group of women and babies to leave the building. The commander of the terrorist squad, saw Kanidis—a sickly elderly man [ed: one wonders at how these bastards can show some mercy towards infants and the elderly, but not to children—but then their so-called prophet married a little girl, as they admit]—and offered to allow him to walk free as well.

But Kanidis refused. I will stay with my students till the end, the teacher insisted.

Whatever you say, said the terrorist, dismissing him with a wave of the hand.

He was just like Janus Korzchak, who accompanied his pupils to Auschwitz, said one of the students who was saved.

Like Korzchak, Kanidis didn't just accompany his students, he guarded their lives. On Friday, when the children began to lose consciousness from the stuffy air and their thirst, Yanis went to the terrorists. You have to give them something to drink, at least to the smallest children, he insisted angrily. One of the terrorists hit him with the butt of his rifle, but the teacher continued to yell: How dare you!? You claim you are people of the Kafkaz region,but here in the Kafkaz even a dog wouldn't turn down the request of an old man!

His efforts bore fruit. The terrorist allowed the teacher to wet one of the bibs of the children and pass it around to dampen the mouths of the little ones who were choking from thirst. The hostages who escaped told how the teacher repeatedly risked his own life in order to save the children. He moved explosive devices that the terrorists had placed near the young students, and tried to prevent them from detonating others.

When the first bomb exploded next to the windows of the school, parents and children began to run out. The terrorists, trying to prevent their escape, threw a grenade at them. The elderly teacher ran to the grenade to prevent it from exploding on the children. One of the terrorists shot at the teacher to try to stop him and Yanis was wounded in the shoulder—but didn't give up.

With the last of his strength, he continued to run, jumped on the grenade, covering it with his body.

The grenade exploded, and the body of the teacher absorbed the explosion, protecting the children around him from injury.

If true, it’s quite a tale.

Tuesday, 23 November 2004

Oseola McCarty

A CNN article about a wealthy man who worked as a janitor in retirement and left a large sum to a university mention one Oseola McCarty, of Hattiesburg, Miss.: a washerwoman who donated $150,000 to The University of Southern Mississippi. Now that’s a story worth reading: a little old lady spends her life scrimping and saving, and then in 1995 she gave 60% of her accumulated wealth to a school regarding which she noted, they used to not let coloured people go out there, but now they do, and I think they should have it. I don’t believe that I could be so forgiving.

Anyway, this old woman never learnt to drive a car and only purchased an air conditioner at about the time of her gift—and despite the attention she got back in ’95, she never seemed to really take much note of all the fuss. A remarkable story; I encourage the reader to peruse the entire site. She passed away in 1999.

What the Hell is Crunk?

CNN have an article on crunk—what is it? So far as I can tell, another form of debased amusic for the hypocephalic sub-men who make up an ever-larger percentage of our population.

The Mounties vs. the SCA

Every year the RCMP riot squad practise their skill against a local barony’s SCA fighters. This is just way to cool:riot police against armoured fighters. Originally spotted in a link to a web forum.

Monday, 22 November 2004

The Key-Holders’ Job Complete

James S. Robbins writes about the Afghani talwildar (key-holders) who preserved their nation’s treasures through the chaos of Soviet invasion and Taliban theocracy. After a quarter century their task is complete, and they have returned the priceless artifacts they guarded.

Wednesday, 17 November 2004

Oldest. Blog. Ever

Samuel Pepys has the oldest blog in existence. I find this curiously amusing.

Sunday, 14 November 2004

Getting Older

One of the signs of getting older is when one is driving in a car, sees a pretty girl and start to ogle…appreciate her personality from afar—only to realise that there’s a baby on the seat next to her. I suppose that this is no big deal in the slums, when it happens at 13, but out here it’s something of a blow when one realises that one has become old enough that one’s contemporaries are old enough to get married and have children.

Well, something even worse happened yesterday. I was in a store, saw a pretty gal, then saw her kid and didn’t even care. I guess I ought to buy a coffin now…

Saturday, 13 November 2004

Alias

I’ve recently been watching Alias, a television series about a gal in the intel biz. Last night as she and her fellow agent entered a Swedish nightclub, I realised something: everywhere they go, she changes costume—this night it might be one type of dress, tomorrow another and the next day something else entirely—while his disguise always consists of a coat and tie. Now, far be it for me to disdain coat and tie, but doesn’t it seem unfair to us fellows that we do not get a chance to show off in order to attract gals, while they get to show off to attract us? Not that I mind them showing themselves off, of course—but it’d be cool to be able to do the same.

I think I could figure out that. The whole having-a-personality thing is much more difficult…

Recycling

On Thursday I changed out the oil in my deep fryer and in the process filled up one of my used-oil bottles. This presented me with a bit of a problem: what to do with the foul stuff. It seems wrong to just cast it into the dustbin, and I’ve only so many cast iron kitchen utensils to season.

Someone suggested that I burn it in a lamp, and I’ve recently bid on and won a very nice piece, but a lamp only uses up oil so quickly. Someone else suggested that I make soap from it, and another posted a procedure meant to strip much of the reek from oil. So I tried it, and now have a pie-plate’s worth of new soap curing. I seasoned it with hyssop, ginger, cardamom, clove & cinnamon in the hopes of covering the lard and used-corn-oil smell, decreased though that might have been by the washing procedure (it involves boiling with water, salt and baking soda). I also added a bit of olive oil, but that’s not an offensive smell. They soap-cakes don’t seem to smell like anything other than soap, so it seems to have worked.

Friday, 12 November 2004

Goldberg on Ashcroft

Jonah Goldberg sets the record straight on John Ashcroft. A must-read, if only for the real story behind the topless statue cover-up.

Thursday, 11 November 2004

Saving Private Ryan Pulled Due to Fear of FCC

Apparently many television stations are refusing to air Saving Private Ryan because they fear the FCC. The Commission refuses to tell them whether or not airing it would be permissible, claiming that it would be censorship if they told them beforehand. As though it weren’t censorship to do it afterwards as well!

Whatever happened to free speech? If you’re a parent who doesn’t wish your kids to see the film, don’t let them. If they see it anyway, well that’s part of growing up. If you’re an adult who doesn’t wish to see it, then don’t.

Twits who whine about being offended by what they choose to view annoy me to no end.

Wednesday, 10 November 2004

Ledeen on the van Gogh Murder

Michael Ledeen writes engagingly on the Theo van Gogh murder. His thesis is that the murderer was a product of a European attitude which is beyond tolerance, a kind of suicidal ignorance of one’s enemies.

Tuesday, 09 November 2004

How to Write Unmaintainable Code

Recently found How to Write Unmaintainable Code; it’s an amusing compendium of how not to write code. I’ve a nasty feeling I’ve done some of it, too…

Monday, 08 November 2004

We’re More Similar than Different

It occurs to me that we on the right are not really all that different from those on the left: for the most part, we want the same things; it’s just that we disagree on how to achieve them. We conservatives want to lift up the poor; we want to ensure that no-one goes to bed hungry; we want health care to be affordable; we want every able student to get a good education—we just believe, based on sound economic principles, that a free market will do a far better and fairer job of ensuring that outcome than will state socialism; those on the left disagree.

We all want to prevent unjust killing: it’s just that those on the left see nothing wrong with slaying infants yet object to executing child rapists or fighting a war against a bloody tyrant. We on the right see things rather reversed.

We all want a clean environment: no-one wants the air he breathes to be filthy or the water he drinks to be foul. We differ on how far to go, yes. And it seems to me that the Right could care a bit more for nature than we appear to (although how much of that is media trickery is another matter).

None of us argues that we should be cruel to animals or wasteful of resources. We do disagree on what exactly is cruel or wasteful—but we agree in principle.

No-one openly advocates racism. There are many on the Left who advocate racism against whites, but I believe for the most part they are in the minority, just as those on the Right who are racists are in the minority (although there are rather more of the former than the latter).

No-one, Right or Left, wishes women to be legally subservient to me.

Even on the issue of gay marriage (very probably the reason we won the recent election), my own perception is that the vast majority of Americans are willing to live and let live when it comes to homosexuals: very, very few would argue that their lifestyle should be illegal. Most would support some sort of civil union carrying with it many of the rights which civil marriage carries.

We all agree that religious freedom is important. Many on the Right don’t see prayer in school as infringing on that freedom—I happen to disagree—while many on the Left seem to think that religious freedom means never being reminded that anyone has a religion. But thoughtful people on both sides, I think, can come to an agreement on most issues.

It seems to me that our similarities outweigh our differences and that if we could recognise this then tempers needn’t run quite so high, as they recently have amongst the ignorant.

Wednesday, 03 November 2004

Election 2004

Well, Bush beat Kerry. This is good—as bad as George Bush has been, Kerry would have been far, far, far worse. It was important to defeat him, and so far as presidential elections go it was a pretty decisive victory. Here in Colorado, unfortunately, Democrats took the contested Senate seat as well as both houses of our state legislature.

Worse yet, an alternative-energy amendment to our constitution passed, which will drive up energy prices without any real effect. On the good side, the amendment to destroy our electoral significance died an ignominious death.

Worst of all, an amendment to massively increase tobacco taxes passed with flying colours. The benighted, tyrannical, foolish, despotic, evil voters decided to steal money from smokers, chewers and snuff-takers and use those ill-gotten funds for anti-tobacco propaganda. The worst of it is that the brunt of these punitive measures will be borne by poor folks. I don’t really care that my few tins a year will go up (well, I do, but it doesn’t really hurt me), but the poor slob who smokes a pack a day will end up spending hundreds extra a year to fund a campaign dedicated to opposing him. It’s like Hitler raising taxes on the Jews to fund an anti-Semitic newspaper.

Given that God likes freedom (He gave us free will, after all), and given that it’s a sin to oppose His will, I am certain that every single bastard who voted for the accurséd legislation will spend eternity burning in Hell. I feel sorry for them: their victory in this life will seem as naught compared to their misery in the next. On the other hand, they deserve every lick of flame and every lash of the whip, so I’m not shedding too many tears for them (I have too many faults of my own to regret). They had the chance to do what is right, and they chose the path of iniquity.

At least John Kerry won’t be president. That would have been an absolute disaster, probably worse than the Clinton years (for the stakes are higher now).

The Knights Next Door

I’ve just ordered The Knights Next Door. It looks to be a very interesting read about the SCA and other recreational mediaevalists. I can’t wait for it to arrive.

Tuesday, 02 November 2004

Election Jitters

As I write, things look favourable for Bush, but we’re not out of the woods yet. A Kerry victory would be disastrous for this nation and would doom our efforts to defeat radical Islamism, and yet some 36 million voters (at the current count) support his agenda. The states still up for grabs (as well as the current counts) by the C-SPAN reckoning are: Washington (50-49 Bush); Oregon (43-57 Kerry); Nevada (48-51 Kerry); Colorado (52-47 Bush); New Mexico (51-48 Bush); Minnesota (45-54 Kerry); Iowa (48-51 Kerry); Michigan (48-51 Kerry); Wisconsin (48-51 Kerry); Ohio (52-48 Bush); New Hampshire (49-51 Kerry); and Florida (52-47 Bush) (and Alaska and Hawaii, but there are no results yet from either). That means that by the current reckoning, Bush has 210 dead and 66 possible and Kerry has 188 dead and 60 possible, with another 7 votes going who-knows-where. It’s all very much up in the air: anything can happen. But both Florida and Ohio look in the bag for Bush, which is vital.

I’m worried sick that the electorate have made the wrong decision, but so far it’s too early to tell. I hate democratic government: give me hereditary rule any day of the week. We’d know the next king from the day he was born.

Sunday, 31 October 2004

The Snow Arriveth

The first snow of this season fell tonight. The world is beautiful under its blanket of white.

Saturday, 30 October 2004

Italian Clothing

I’ve recently created a gallery of my 15th century Italian clothing; here are the pictures currently in it. There’s more information about the clothing itself on the page.

Cloak closed, hood up Cloak closed, hood down Cloak half-open, hood worn as
        a chaperon Cloak half-open, hoodless Cloak open, bearing mace Cloak open, hood worn as
        chaperon

Friday, 29 October 2004

Rumsfeld on the Draft

Donald Rumsfled strongly denounces the lie that a draft is planned. The leftists who spread it should be ashamed of themselves. But, of course, they won’t be—for they have no knowledge of shame, nor the self-awareness to feel it.

Friday, 22 October 2004

Defending the Electoral College

I just discovered this excellent defence of the Electoral College. It explains why the College plays an important role in guaranteeing the stability of our republic.

The Register Reports on Linux Security

The Register has sponsored a comprehensive comparison of Windows and Linux security, and has posted a brief summary as well. The upshot is that Linux—while imperfect—is much more secure than Windows.

Thursday, 21 October 2004

travtrack Subsector Editor

Years ago I started work on travtrack, a database editor for the excellent game known as Traveller; my basic idea was to create a program which would generate star systems per the GURPS Traveller rules (the ones in GURPS Traveller: First In, the supplement dealing with the Interstellar Scout Service). Of course, a generator which doesn't give one the chance to manipulate the generated data’s not very useful, and so I had to write a GUI to display it. The project also server as a learning exercise for me, but a long while ago I ran out of free time to play with it (the latest release of travlib was on the fifth of May 2003; the latest release of travtrack was the eighth of June 2002).

Well, I recently got back into it and as a project decided to try rewriting it in Python. It’s coming along amazingly well: I have a screenshot of the subsector editor available on the travtrack screenshots page.

The Linux Counter

There is a registry of Linux users available; approximately 145,000 users are currently registered. If you run Linux, be certain to register, in order to help contribute to accurate statistics gathering.

Wednesday, 20 October 2004

Why I Don’t Write Any More Perl

The Periodic Table of Perl Operators. Egad—I used to write a lot of Perl, but it has increasingly grown insane; now I’m a Python guy.

Caml

Caml appears to be an interesting programming language. Programs written therein are supposed to be strictly verified for a whole slew of potential bugs—and thus they are apparently much more reliable than those written in other languages. That’s the theory, anyway.

Inferno

Inferno is a cool little OS, the child of the old Plan 9, which itself was a kind of Unix-done-right. It runs anywhere (atop Plan 9, Windows, FreeBSD, Linux, Solaris or Mac OS X), or on its own. Apparently it unifies networking into the OS in a way which no-one else has yet done. Supposed to be mondo capable.

FeedBurner

FeedBurner provides RSS & Atom newsfeed services. Looks like it can be a nice solution if you need to proxy your feed, or if you’d like to filter it somehow (e.g. they can toss in Amazon Associate program links and the like). I’ve added a new FeedBurner feed for Octopodial Chrome, just to play with it.

The Great Computer Language Shootout

I recently discovered the Great Computer Language Shootout, a very cool collection of benchmarks for various programming languages. My one quibble is that the guy normalises the results to a ten-point scale, when a twelve-point would be superior. Other than that, quite slick.

Tuesday, 19 October 2004

The Tallil Mutiny

Jed Babbin reports that it appears that there was a mutiny by US soldiers in Tallil on the 13th, but that the US Army doesn’t appear to be treating it with the gravity it merits.

Sunday, 17 October 2004

The Boat-cloak Cloak-boat

In the 1840s Lieutenant (later Captain) Peter Alexander Halkett invented an India-rubber cloth cloak which could be inflated to form a boat. I found it whilst researching boat cloaks—my father recently made a remark which implied that there was a uniform boat cloak in the US Navy within living memory.

And actually, as Chapter Three, Section Five, Item Four of the US Navy Uniform Regulations specifies, there is still a boat cloak specified for male officers and chief petty officers. It is made of dark blue woolen fabric, three quarters of a circle, with a circular bent collar, and extending 2 inches below the kneecap; may be water repellent; [and] is closed at the neck with hooks and eyes and on the chest by one set of silk or mohair fasteners. It is to be worn with all fasteners closed.

Thursday, 14 October 2004

Herbalife MLM

I recently read an interesting story about Herbalife, a multi-level marketing thing. Folks, be extremely wary of MLM: almost no-one makes any money; most distributors have lost money on the deal.

Robin—Remote Operating System Built in Netscape

Robin is a desktop-like interface coded in XUL which runs on Firefox. It is, quite frankly, incredible. Imagine where this could lead in half-a-dozen years…

Fertility Rates

Saw an interesting aside in an article by Peter Augustine Lawler: fertility rates are associated with support for Bush. Indeed, if those states which went with Gore in 2000 were to secede, they would have the same ruinously low birthrate and rapidly aging population as France.

Quite intriguing. I believe that in two centuries the suicide by infertility currently being committed in Europe will be looked back on as one of the more absurd fads in history.

Tuesday, 12 October 2004

Racist Filth

This is the kind of racist filth spewing forth from the American Left these days. It turns the stomach. Can one possibly imagine a conservative penning such an abominable piece of trash?

Monday, 11 October 2004

Spacemen from Cathay

According to Chinese lore, Wan Hu attempted to go into space in about 1500. Apparently, his spacecraft was built around a sturdy chair, two kites and 47 of the largest gunpowder-filled rockets he could lay his hands on. His servants lit the fuses, and there was a very loud bang, and no more Wu. One likes to think that just maybe he did shoot off into the heavens…

Sunday, 10 October 2004

travtrack & travlib

Years ago I started working on a suite of Traveller™-related software; I haven’t really touched it in over a year, but after reviewing the GNOME developer documentation I am newly inspired (plus, I’m growing tired of all the sewing I’ve been doing on my cloak). Perhaps I’ll be able to actually get a working piece of software done sometime before I die.

Saturday, 09 October 2004

The Arrangements of Western Mediæval and Byzantine Churches

I have found a most interesting article on the structure of churches, one of the theses of which is that a mediæval church would have more closely resembled an Orthodox church—this is only natural, since at the time they had not fallen as far from the truth as they have since. A good read and quick.

SCA Heraldry

The SCA is often accused of being ahistorical—and not always unjustly. However, as the Rules for Submissions to the College of Heralds demonstrate, there are strong attempts to avoid and correct this in certain quarters. The heralds are doing their best to ensure historical practise in their realm of influence. Now if only we could get everyone to play ball…

Monday, 04 October 2004

X Prize Won!

The Ansari X Prize has been won by the SpaceShip One team. Civilian space flight is coming, slowly but surely. I expect that it will be several decades before it really comes into its own, but this is wonderful news. I wonder how many centuries it’ll be before we figure out some form of faster-than-light travel.

Lesser-Known Geneva Convention Rules

We all know the stuff about not torturing POWs and allowing Red Cross visits, but there are some lesser-known provisions of the Geneva Convention. Isn’t that more properly called that Geneva Conventions anyway?

Sunday, 03 October 2004

Great American Beer Festival

Well, I attended the Great American Beer Festival for the fifth year running, the difference with past years being that I served as the designated driver. This was an interesting experience—I’ve never actually been the DD.

The festival’s great theme this year seemed to be bourbon-barrel beers—that is, beers which have been aged in old bourbon casks. They all looked quite fine. There was also an interesting blended beer made with beer from three different Colorado breweries; my buddy enjoyed it so much that he ended the night with a glass thereof. I’d have like to have tried that.

As with last year’s festival, there was really quite an amazing number of extraordinarily attractive women there. My buddy kept asking if he was just suffering from a massive case of beer goggles—and I kept assuring him that such was certainly not the case. I don’t know what it is about beer attracting attractive gals, but I certainly do appreciate it.

Next year!

Saturday, 02 October 2004

My Brother Tim

My brother just got back from the Navy’s survival & evasion school, and apparently the big thing now is to google a fellow’s name in order to get information about him. He is thus concerned that I note him my name on my personal page and this blog. Well, he need worry no longer: he will no longer be known on these pages by his given name, but as Tim. Personally, I think it’s all just a bit silly, but if Tim wants to change his name, I’m glad to oblige him. I do love by brother Tim.

His name’s Tim, you see…

Thursday, 30 September 2004

Government of the Ignorant, by the Ignorant and for the Ignorant

The new Yorker, of all things, recently had an article about the fact that the vast majority of voters are ignorant. Only about 10% of the population actual has a political belief system; 42% vote on self-interest; 25% vote on whether times are good or bad; and 22% vote on random factors—factors like how rainy or dry it is!

We need to limit the vote. My preference is for something like a checklist: if one meets X out of Y criteria, one is allowed to vote. My checklist would probably include items like: head of household composed of four or more persons; college graduate; owner of four or more acres of land; make more than the median income; thirty years of age. I’d also limit households to a single vote.

Hunters Donate Big Game Organs

An Alaskan mom is encouraging big game hunters to donate the organs of their kills to school science classes. I love America!

Wednesday, 29 September 2004

Grace

Grace is a cool little graphing tool. It can’t do 3D plots like gnuplot can, but its 2D plots appear a bit nicer.

Tuesday, 28 September 2004

OrthodoxNet

Reading about Intellectual Morons, a new book out by Chris Benscu, I discovered that he runs OrthodoxNet, a resource for Orthodox Christians. I also happen to know that a writer for National Review Online is Orthodox. Slowly but surely our voices are being heard…

Compulsory Schooling Must Go

Russ Nelson has noted that compulsory schooling must go. He makes good points in his comments, and more elsewhere.

Monday, 27 September 2004

Spread Firefox

Help encourage use of the best web browser out there. Firefox: in your heart, you know it’s right.

Friday, 24 September 2004

PXSL

Anyone who has viewed much XML knows how brain-shatteringly verbose it is. Although this is understandable given its goals, it means that trying to write XML by hand is not at all a pleasant task—and for many applications, XML must be written by hand or not at all. Fortunately, because it was meant to be easily machine-parsed and -generated, one can write in another language which is then mapped into XML. PXSL is one such language, and looks to be quite a bit easier to use. As an example, here is an excerpt from my FOAF file:

<rdf:RDF
      xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"
      xmlns:rdfs="http://www.w3.org/2000/01/rdf-schema#"
      xmlns:foaf="http://xmlns.com/foaf/0.1/"
      xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/"
      xmlns:geo="http://www.w3.org/2003/01/geo/wgs84_pos#"
      xmlns:bio="http://purl.org/vocab/bio/0.1/"
      xmlns:rel="http://purl.org/vocab/relationship"
      xmlns:wot="http://xmlns.com/wot/0.1/">

<!-- digital signature for this file -->
<rdf:Description rdf:about="">
     <wot:assurance rdf:resource="foaf.rdf.asc" />
</rdf:Description>

<foaf:PersonalProfileDocument rdf:about="">
  <foaf:maker rdf:nodeID="me"/>
  <foaf:primaryTopic rdf:nodeID="me"/>
  <admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.ldodds.com/foaf/foaf-a-matic"/>
  <admin:errorReportsTo rdf:resource="mailto:leigh@ldodds.com"/>
</foaf:PersonalProfileDocument>

<foaf:Person rdf:nodeID="me">
<foaf:name>Robert Uhl</foaf:name>
<foaf:gender>male</foaf:gender>
<foaf:title>Mr.</foaf:title>
<foaf:givenname>Robert</foaf:givenname>
<foaf:family_name>Uhl</foaf:family_name>
<foaf:nick>Bob</foaf:nick>
<foaf:mbox>ruhl+web@latakia.dyndns.org</foaf:mbox>
<foaf:mbox_sha1sum>4df3158a6b5a7261092e824203e7f1d1a34c8dd0</foaf:mbox_sha1sum><!-- latakia -->

Apparently, in PXSL this could be written as:

rdf:RDF -xmlns=<<http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#>> \
        -xmlns:rdfs=<<http://www.w3.org/2000/01/rdf-schema#>> \
        -xmlns:foaf=<<http://xmlns.com/foaf/0.1/>> \
        -xmlns:admin=<<http://webns.net/mvcb/>> \
        -xmlns:geo=<<http://www.w3.org/2003/01/geo/wgs84_pos#>> \
        -xmlns:bio=<<http://purl.org/vocab/bio/0.1/>> \
        -xmlns:rel=<<http://purl.org/vocab/relationship>> \
        -xmlns:wot=<<http://xmlns.com/wot/0.1/>>
  -- digital signature for this file
  rdf:Description -rdf:about=<<>>
    wot:assurance -rdf:resource=<<foaf.rdf.asc>>

  foaf:PersonalProfileDocument -rdf:about=<<>>
    foaf:maker -rdf:nodeID=<<me>>
    foaf:PrimaryTopic -rdf:nodeID=<<me>>
    admin:generatorAgent \
        -rdf:resource=<<http://www.ldodds.com/foaf/foaf-a-matic>>
    admin:errorReportsTo -rdf:resource=<<mailto:leigh@ldodds.com>>

  foaf:Person -rdf:nodeID=<<me>>
    foaf:name <<Robert Uhl>>
    foaf:gender <<male>>
    foaf:title <<Mr.>>
    foaf:givenname <<Robert>>
    foaf:family_name <<Uhl>>
    foaf:nick <<Bob>>
    foaf:mbox <<ruhl+web@latakia.dyndns.org>>
    foaf:mbox_sha1sum <<4df3158a6b5a7261092e824203e7f1d1a34c8dd0>> -- latakia

Granted, the above is still Greek without the proper technical knowledge—but it’s much less painful Greek to write. There are even features for macros, code generation and the rest which help make PXSL a much more concise and readable language than XML is.

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IMDB Decoder Ring

The Internet Movie Database is a highly useful project for researching movies, actors & the like: among its features are ratings of films on a ten-point scale. One problem, though, is that ratings are not distributed normally: a movie rated 5 is below average. Well, there is now an IMDB Decoder Ring which solves all that for one. The fellow performs some good statistical analysis of the data, and comes up with this table:

IMDB Decoder Ring
IMDB Rating Percentage
4.00- 9
5.00 21
5.25 24
5.50 30
5.75 35
6.00 42
6.25 48
6.50 57
6.75 63
7.00 72
7.25 78
7.50 87
7.75 91
8.00 95
8.25 97
8.50 98
8.75 99
9.00+ 100

Pretty nice little tool.

The R Project

R is a language for manipulating statistical data, and is very useful for folks in fields where this matters. It’s free software, which is important: it means that one has the freedoms to run it; to study it; to copy it; and to improve it. For those familiar with statistics, R is similar to S (which was developed at Bell Labs).

IBM developerWorks have a good Introduction to Statistical Programming with R available.

Octave

GNU Octave is a cool numerical package which is more-or-less compatible with MATLAB. It’s very cool if one has need of that kind of thing.

Limiting the Vote

Neal Boortz has some ideas on how to limit the vote. What about requiring that one be able to identify the President, Vice President, one’s two Senators and congressman? That’s fair. What about giving votes in proportion to taxes paid? After all, if one pays more for something one should get more, no?

Thursday, 23 September 2004

Devil’s Guard

A buddy at work sent me a link to a scanned-in & OCRed edition of Devil’s Guard, a supposed memoir written by a German soldier who joined the French Foreign Legion after the Second World War and was shipped off to Indochina. I’ve no idea if it’s authentic (I must admit I’ve my doubts), but it is a ripping good yarn.

Wednesday, 22 September 2004

I’m Confused

Saw this making its rounds through email…

  • Clinton awards Halliburton no-bid contract in Yugoslavia—good…
    Bush awards Halliburton no-bid contract in Iraq—bad
  • Clinton spends 77 billion on war in Serbia—good…
    Bush spends 87 billion in Iraq—bad
  • Clinton imposes regime change in Serbia—good…
    Bush imposes regime change in Iraq—bad
  • Clinton bombs Christian Serbs on behalf of Muslim Albanian terrorists—good…
    Bush liberates 25 million from a genocidal dictator—bad
  • Clinton bombs Chinese embassy—good…
    Bush bombs terrorist camps—bad
  • Clinton commits felonies while in office—good…
    Bush lands on aircraft carrier in jumpsuit—bad
  • No mass graves found in Serbia—good…
    No WMD found Iraq—bad
  • Stock market crashes in 2000 under Clinton—good…
    Economy on upswing under Bush—bad
  • Clinton refuses to take custody of Bin Laden—good…
    World Trade Centers fall under Bush—bad
  • Clinton says Saddam has nukes—good…
    Bush says Saddam has nukes—bad
  • Clinton calls for regime change in Iraq—good…
    Bush imposes regime change in Iraq—bad
  • Terrorist training in Afghanistan under Clinton—good…
    Bush destroys training camps in Afghanistan—bad
  • Milosevic not yet convicted—good…
    Saddam turned over for trial—bad

Ahh, it’s so confusing!

Sunday, 19 September 2004

Compact Fluorescent Lights

Anyone who follows energy prices knows that they’re not going down; in fact, natural gas prices have doubled over the last two years (and due to political opposition to nuclear and practical opposition to coal, almost every new power plant is powered by, you guessed it, natural gas).

Years ago environmentalists were trumpeting the advantages of fluorescent light bulbs which were bulky, didn’t fit every lamp, didn’t produce enough light and which were economically unsound (spending $20 to save $5 is stupid). Times have changed, though: whilst at Costco today I found compact fluorescents—the size as incandescent bulbs—for $1.75 apiece. The package advertised savings of $56 per bulb, over the lifetime of the bulb (advertised at nine years) at an electricity price of $3.51/therm (12¢/kilowatt-hour); my actual electricity price is $2.41/therm, so it works out to saving $38.35 over nine years; while this doesn’t account for the fact that the bulbs are almost certain not to last the rated nine years, it also doesn’t account for the fact that electricity prices are bound to rise as well.

That works out to a savings per year of $4.26; given that the bulbs cost $1.75 and assuming that I simply replace my existing incandescents, that means the bulbs pay for themselves in five months.

So I bought them—how good are they, really? Well, I will admit that they are somewhat dimmer than I would like: these are 15 watt bulbs (replacing 60 watt bulbs), and I rather think that 16–18 watts would have been better. They’re actually quite a bit easier on the eyes, though—and my bathroom seems brighter than before (possibly they reinforce one another better than incandescents do, if it’s possible for there to be a difference). Also, there is about a half-second delay for the lights to come on: unlike incandescents, they don’t come on immediately. I think all in all they’re worth every penny: so long as they last at least as long as a normal light bulb, they use ¼ the electricity.

I’m buying another package the next time I go to Costco.

Kerry Money

We all knew John Kerry has oodles of money—who knew that he’d this kind of cash?

Saturday, 18 September 2004

Bob the Carpenter

Today I built myself a wooden chest. For a first piece, it’s not too bad—albeit not too good either. It should come in handy when I go camping. I’ll be sanding & staining it tomorrow; I hope to take pictures then.

Thursday, 16 September 2004

The Problem of Terrorism

An acquaintance had forwarded A View from the Eye of the Storm (alternate site), an interesting piece which I mostly agreed with. My one bit of disagreement was on preëmptive strikes. The Isrælis love this sort of thing, but I’m not so certain.

What we currently have are two models of dealing with problems: the police and the military. The one is inward-directed and thus prone to abuse, and because of this is highly circumscribed: we worry about due process, chains of evidence, presumption of innocence and the rest; the other is outward-directed, and thus safer (for us; obviously it’s very dangerous for everyone else) and therefor less circumscribed: no sane man argues that an enemy soldier should be arrested and tried, presuming that he does not support his side, and only fought until a jury of his peers have found that he does, in fact, support his state. Preëmptive actions are necessary in war, but absolutely anathema to police work (imagine if the police arrested everyone between the ages of 13 and 24, on the grounds that the vast majority will have used drugs and alcohol illegally). Indeed, the greatest threat the civil authorities pose to our liberties comes precisely when the police entertain delusions that they are soldiers.

But terrorism of the al-Qaedist sort is something altogether unamenable to either model. It would be suicidal to wait for terrorists to attack, then try to hunt down and punish them (the civil model); but it would be a great imposition on liberty (and practically unworkable) to proceed on a military model, imposing martial law, sentencing American citizens to death without trials and the rest. What is needed is an approach which splits the difference. I’m not certain what that approach would involve, but I do think that it would have certain key characteristics.

First of all, it would need to be preëmptive. In an age when a few thousand dollars’ worth of plane tickets can kill thousands and destroy millions of dollars of property and cause billions of dollars of damage to the economy, terrorist acts must be nipped in the bud. There needs to be a branch of the government (the FBI within the US; the CIA without) which attempts to penetrate terrorist cells and foil attempts before they happen. We cannot let a dirty bomb be detonated in Washington, DC; we cannot allow anthrax to be released in New York City (loathe as I am to admit it, Yankees haven’t been the enemy for a bit under a century; I am on their side and they are on mine: we are all Americans); we cannot permit poisons or drugs to contaminate our water supplies. Much of this can be solved with ordinary civil means—but not all of it can be. What if, say, it were discovered that bin Laden is holed up in Iowa—calling out the local sheriff isn’t the right thing to do. Maybe it would be appropriate to send a group of SEALs (or Rangers, or whatever) to kill or capture him.

Secondly, we need to remember that with great power comes great responsibility. If we empower someone to conduct military operations on American soil, we need some way to ensure that his power is not abused. No-one sane wants a system whereby the President, or a governor, or a mayor, or Sgt. Billy Bob, can sign a piece of paper and declare that Mrs. Murphy is a terrorist, authorising that she be killed ASAP. We need some procedure whereby any extraordinary operations are justified—and if not justified, that those responsible are appropriately punished. I would not be opposed to execution of someone who mistakenly authorised an operation which killed an innocent.

Lastly, we need to set some well-defined limits on counter-terrorism. We need judicial review of some sort, not as lax as a civil court but not as strict as a military tribunal. We need to figure out how to structure things such that no politician, no soldier, no intelligence officer, no-one is likely to be able to abuse the system. I don’t agree with the folks who claim that the Guantanamo Bay captives are being wrongfully held—but imagine if US citizens, captured in the US, were being held in the same way.

Above all, we need transparency—which is damned difficult given that rolling up a terrorist cell requires secrecy. The entire endeavour requires a massive balancing act, but the alternatives are tyranny or destruction.

On Hurricane Ivan

I am so glad I don’t live on the coast anymore: hurricanes can be brutal.

Wednesday, 15 September 2004

I am a Young Man

Yesterday at a business meeting one of my colleagues expressed shock that I had graduated but four years ago; this morning one of my neighbours was amazed that I’m yet 26. In years past, folks have thought me my kid brother’s father, and even now many think the picture of my dear brother as a midshipman (which sits on my desk) is me in some fancied previous military career.

When I was younger, I enjoyed being thought older than my years; it was useful when I attended Old Dominion University at the tender age of 13; it was a lifesaver when I was 19 and trying to buy beer; it’s a damned nuisance now that I am old enough to do most anything save serve in elected office or be ordained a priest. Last year a woman thought I was 35—a full decade older than I was at the time! I’m a young man; I’m not middle-aged. Why can’t anyone see that?

I wonder if this might not be a (perhaps minor) part of why I’ve such trouble finding a girlfriend: every girl I’m interested in thinks I’m such creepy old guy.

I don’t know if my apparent advanced years help or hinder me at work. On the one hand, perhaps I come across as more mature; on the other, perhaps folks wonder why I’ve not the knowledge and experience one would expect from a man with one foot in the grave.

For years I wanted to appear older than I was, and was pretty successful at it; now I just want to be me, and I’m failing miserably. How does one seem one’s age?

National Review on Iron Maiden?!?

Those who consider National Review to be composed of a bunch of fuddy-duddies might wish to read John J. Miller’s latest—on Iron Maiden’s Powerslave.

Rather Another Fraud

The Killian forgeries are not the only fraud Dan Rather has (perhaps unknowingly) been involved with: Anne Morse reveals that in 1988 he broadcast interviews with veterans telling lies about their service.

Vivisimo

There’s a new search engine out there: Vivisimo. It seems to have a bit more intelligence about figuring out what one is looking for, and has a nice feature whereby it displays a selection of possible sub-categories. It is somewhat slower than Google.

Tuesday, 14 September 2004

Mediæval Chandelier

Ever wanted to make a mediæval chandelier? They're remarkably simple, as this chandelier page demonstrates. The main furniture page of that same site has some other wonderful resources and well-researched articles on historical furniture.

Monday, 13 September 2004

Luckett Hall, RIP

Well, my latest copy of the Austin College alumni rag brought sad news indeed: Luckett Hall was knocked to the ground. They claimed that it was a tough decision, but the reality is that the current administration hated the thing for years. Sure, it was a disgusting pit (Luckett’s where the jocks tended to live), but it was a disgusting pit with character, which is more than I can say for the man who single-handedly sucked all the life out of the school.

So much has changed in the past four years that I fear I might not recognise the old campus if I saw it again. When I remember what it was like in 1996, and when I consider what it has been made to become, I weep.

Saturday, 11 September 2004

Coral

Coral is a distribution network meant to help distribute the load of a commonly-accessed site. Anyone who reads Slashdot is familiar with the effect of a slashdotting, when tens or hundreds of thousands of users hit a website all at once, pounding its servers and destroying its internet connexion. Well, Coral fixes that: instead of linking to http://foo.net/, link to http://foo.net.nyud.net:8090/.

So if anyone likes Octopodial Chrome enough to forward one of my pieces to Slashdot or elsewhere, do be kind enough to use the link provided:-)

Fats & Heart Disease

Reading an article on fats & heart disease, I found that saturated fats are good, polyunsaturated fats can be bad, and trans fatty acids are evil incarnate. Guess what’s margarine, shortening and partially hydrogenated soybean oil are: trans fatty acids. Butter, lard or palm oil and coconut oil are the healthy alternatives. Tee, I say, hee.

And I get so much guff from my relatives for using lard (I bought one tub of the stuff, four years ago and am still using it) and butter in my cooking. It turns out that my prejudice against man-made products is good: trans fatty acids are very rare in nature, but very common in the lab. I stand vindicated!

Kitchen Knives

Saw a great article on kitchen knives on the Cooking for Engineers site. Every home cook should read it. Probably most folks already knew all this stuff, but I didn’t, and now do.

Brandt’s Cheese Haus

I just saw an ad for the Wisconson-based Brandt’s Cheese Haus. Their prices appear remarkably reasonable—I’ll have to order something and see what their quality is like. They also ship beer to Colorado!

Fee Brothers

I saw a Google AdWord for the Fee Brothers site, and had to take a look. They’ve a nice history of the firm there: apparently the first Fee came over from Ireland in 1835, and his four sons founded the firm which today makes a whole range of drinks-related products. They are most well-known for their famous Orange Bitters, the secret ingredient to a perfect martini.

Cooking for Engineers

Michael Chu hosts Cooking for Engineers, a blog dedicated to a techie’s view of cooking. He has a nice visual shorthand indicating the proper procedure for the steps to follow. Very cool—poor fellow has been slashdotted and seen his bandwidth consumption sky-rocket, so please be kind enough to follow a few of his ads.

Thursday, 09 September 2004

Monkeysphere

The Monkeysphere is a most amusing article. Caution: contains crude language; kids (and adults of delicate sensibilities) stay home.

Kerry’s Gaffes

Ben Shapiro points out that while Bush gets the rep for being inarticulate, Kerry’s no slouch on that score either. The story’s much the same with Dan Quayle vs. John Edwards: Quayle had much more experience than Edwards has, but he got the rep as a young rube whilst Edwards needn’t worry. It must be nice to run for office with the backing of the news media.

What the SCA is Not

Stephen Bloch (aka John Elys) has written the fine What the SCA is Not, which looks at re-enactment, living history, re-creation and experimental archæology, and whether or not the Society for Creative Anachronism meets the definitions.

For my own part, I’d say that it’s definitely not re-enactment or living history (although sometimes some people manage a bit of the latter), can be good re-creation and at its best can be experimental archæology.

Wednesday, 08 September 2004

A Short Guide to Iraq

Back in the Second World War our troops were issues A Short Guide to Iraq (PDF facsimile, I’m afraid); it’s remarkable how much of it almost certainly applies today. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Quite an amusing read, really.

The Underground History of American Education

John Taylor Gotto, a New York public school teacher who has received several awards for teaching, has published his Underground History of American Education online. It’s reputed to be an insightful look at the purpose of modern American education: turning out obedient factory workers.

Tuesday, 07 September 2004

Democrats for God

Paul Kengor reveals that Democrats get a free pass on religion. Clinton mentioned Christ 5.1 times a year; Bush has mentioned Him 4.7 times a year. Clinton’s invocations of God have often been highly partisan; to my knowledge, Bush’s have not so been. It would not surprise me were something similar to hold for Kerry.

Monday, 06 September 2004

Holding One’s Nose at the Ballot Box

Andrew Olmstead puts forth the argument regarding the election. In a nutshell: Badnarik is a loon; Nader is a thief; Bush is a socialist; Kerry is a loon, a thief and a socialist. The least of these evils is Bush (he of the unconstitutional McCain-Feingold Act; he of the unconstitutional No Child Left Behind Act), and thus one is honour-bound to vote for the man.

Mindset List ’04

Beloit College have released their Mindset List for the Class of 2008. Those entering college this year never had to watch an ad for Zamfir and his thrice-accursed panpipes, the lucky bastards. I did find item 43 odd—I don’t remember ærodromes lacking security systems. It must have been wonderful back then.

Wars are Down

It seems that Canadian and Swedish studies have demonstrated that the number of wars has decreased recently. And here I was thinking that President Bush is a nasty warmonger. Could it be that his harsh attitude towards disturbing the peace has led folks to stop disturbing it?

Tunics, the Period Way

Maggie Forest has written a brilliant article on tunics. Based on cemetery finds, she has devised a pattern which uses very little fabric, is comfortable and looks pretty sharp. The key is to recognise that fabric is and always has been rather expensive: wasting it is ridiculous. The only changes I make is that I add gussets (a triangle front and back) underneath the arms, and remove the centre front and rear skirt gussets.

Saturday, 04 September 2004

The Green Gardens of Cordoba

Just read an exceedingly interesting article entitled The Green Gardens of Cordoba; it concerns the tendency of Mohammedan culture to look back, not forward.

They dream of going back to the 1400s, not because those were better times, per se, but because those were the years when Islam and Arabic culture were, in their eyes at least, dominant.

But it’s interesting that they do not project this dream forward into the future. They dream of going back to Cordoba. They don’t, at least obviously, dream of going forward into a better future where Islam and Arabs are dominant. They seek to undo, to revert to, to somehow recover, not to make new, not to build upon the foundations of or improve upon the reality that exists.

He makes a very good point.

DEA Returns Marijuana-Growing Equipment to User

I saw on Walter in Denver (a cool libertarian blog) that the DEA returned marijuana-growing equipment they had seized from a medical marijuana patient. It’s reputed to be the first time in history that the DEA has returned seized goods. We may be at a turning point in Drug Prohibition.

Tuesday, 31 August 2004

The Economics of Gilligan’s Island

The Ludwig von Mises Institute (aka the last, best hope of freedom in our time) has an interesting article on the economic condition of Gilligan’s Isle. Most interesting.

Diversity

Today at work we’d one of our so-called Town Hall meetings (really, an all-hands meeting for everyone in Denver & the surrounding areas). The speaker was our employer’s vice president in charge of diversity. What, one might ask, is diversity?

Why, it is giving funds to black student associations, and Hispanic student associations, and Asian student associations, and women’s student associations, and creating gay/bisexual/transsexual student associations. It’s funding summer camps for girls, to encourage them in a subject they are highly unlikely to excel in (rather than investing the money where it’s likely to yield a far, far, far better return on investment). It’s funding special opportunities for cripples (not in itself a particularly objectionable thing, although as a stockholder I wonder how it increases my holdings). It’s installing footbaths for Mohammedans.

The message that I took away is that my noble employer has no use for me. After all, it spends an absurd amount of money trying to attract everyone but those like me. Apparently, we spend not a single penny on those of my own sort: white able-bodied males interested in girls and worshipping the true God.

I am not against equal opportunity: in fact, I am a strong proponent of picking the best candidate for the job. When it comes to business, I really don’t care what my co-workers do in their free time: that’s their own business. I want to know that those who work alongside me are the absolute best that money can buy—I don’t care what race they are, what sex they are, what God they worship, whom they find attractive, which of their body parts fail to work, what they ingest when they’re not working, which political party they vote for or anything else unrelated to our common goal.

What I am against is unreasonable discrimination. My employer discriminates against whites: I cannot imagine it ever funding a White Engineers’ Association. My employer discriminates against men: I cannot imagine it ever funding a Male Engineers’ Association. My employer discriminates against heterosexuals: I cannot imagine it ever funding a Heterosexual Engineers’ Association. My employer discriminates against Christians: while it allows Mohammedans to conduct their prayers on-site, I cannot imagine it ever allowing Christians to pray the Divine Office at work.

All this would be forgivable if there were a business reason. But I don’t see it. Business sense is hiring the best candidate—it’s throwing money down a hole. I’m fairly certain that East Asians don’t need too much encouragement to enter the sciences, and I’m as certain that it’s a waste of money trying to encourage the vast majority of women to enter the same (although I’ll admit that I know some extraordinarily intelligent gals—much smarter than am I—in the sciences, they are statistical outliers). Men are most emphatically not equal in ability: some of us are good at one thing; some at others. That’s why Africans tend to excel in certain kinds of running; that’s what East Asians excel in certain professions; that’s why women predominate in other careers—and yes, that’s why some jobs are almost entirely staffed by guys like me. We all have our fortes; to deny someone an opportunity because of his colour or sex is wrong, but to waste resources barking up the wrong tree is just foolish.

The Apple Product Cycle

Yes, yes—we’ve all seen the Apple Product Cycle in action, from System 8, to the first iMac, to System 9, to OS X, to the Ugly iMac, to the iPod, and now to the New iMac. A very funny little page.

Monday, 30 August 2004

Noise Pollution

I live over a mile away from Fiddler’s Green, and tonight there’s what I’ll generously term a concert featuring Linkin Park, Korn, Snoop Dogg, The Used and Less than Jake. The bastards are playing so loudly that it sounds as though someone is blasting his radio outside my door. What possible reason can there be for playing music that loudly? And why the hell are they allowed to do it when some of us are trying to fall asleep?

OTOH, it is kinda cool that they are able to amplify one twit’s voice so greatly that he may be heard more than a mile away. Now if we’d only use that power for good

The Virtues of Unix

We’ve a few Exchange admins at work this week for a special project (for those of you outside the technorati, Microsoft Exchange is a mail server). One of them dropped by my cube because he was interested in the software I use to relay mail (it, too, is a mail server—I’ve just configured it to pass on mail rather than holding onto it). So I gave him a quick overview of the commands I use to see how many messages are sitting in the queue, to count the number of probably spams, and to track the progress of a message through the system, from arrival, through processing and to departure to its final destination.

The look on his face was priceless. Stunned, he said something along the lines of Now I understand why you guys love Unix so much; it’d have taken us twenty minutes to do that, and with no guarantee of the correct result. It had taken me something rather less than a minute.

Yes, Unix has a bit of a learning curve, but once learnt it is part of one’s being, and its capabilities are tools which lie ready for one’s hand. All useful skills require a bit of learning, but the payoff is worth it.

For those who are curious, mailq is a command which prints out a list of the messages currently queued up, whom they’re from, whom they’re to & their status, and finally prints the number of messages sitting in the queue & the number of bytes their contents sum to. tail is another command which shows the end of a file (its tail, you see); so I simply typed mailq | tail -1, which shows the very last line of the output from mailq.

Since I know that a message sitting in the queue for MAILER-DAEMON is probably a bounce from a spam (genuine MAILER-DAEMON messages are almost always delivered instantaneously), I just search the output of mailq for the string MAILER-DAEMON. Fortunately enough, there is a Unix command to search for things: the general regular expression parser (which can do much more complex things than look for a particular string, of course), or grep, so I can run mailq | grep MAILER-DAEMON and see only those lines which contain that string. Of course, that’s not overly useful—I don’t really care to see them; I just wish to count them. There is another command, wc, which counts the number of characters, words and lines in a file (the name comes from word count), so all I need to do is run mailq | grep MAILER-DAEMON | wc -l (the -l tells wc that I just want the line count, not the rest of the info); since each line corresponds to a single message, I know the number of messages. So now I know how many messages there are for MAILER-DAEMON, and I know that messages for MAILER-DAEMON sitting in the queue are almost certainly undeliverable bounces from spams, I know how many of the messages in queue are likely to be caused by spam.

Likewise, when tracing the progress of a message through the system, I just have to examine the logs. They’re simple text files which I can search with grep, perhaps looking for the address of the sender or the recipient—from that found line I can get the ID of the message, and from that I can search the logs for only those lines pertaining to that message. I can see it arrive; I can see the mail server (postfix, a truly excellent bit of software) pass it back-and-forth as it determines where it needs to go & examines it to see whether it might be spam, and I can see it leave.

All these examples use standard bits of the Unix toolkit. Unix was first used for word processing, and those text-oriented tools make searching through system logs dead simple. Since a large portion of a sysadmin’s work involves examining logs, that means that Unix makes my job dead simple.

I pity those yoked with lesser systems.

Those Lost Minutes

Diana West points out that while Bush is castigated for continuing to read to children for six or seven minutes, Franklin D. Roosevelt spent 18 minutes doing nothing—and Kerry spent half an hour in shock, by his own account. My own thought is that this doesn’t matter. The President needed some time to collect his thoughts and consider the implications: the landscape had changed, and he needed to think about it. Why not spend that time reading to kids? All in all, that was probably the most quiet time he got all day, and I daresay he pondered the issues well during that time. Reading to kids hardly taxes one’s mental skills.

Sunday, 29 August 2004

Sporting Clays

Today I’d the opportunity to shoot sporting clays with a fellow-parishioner. Much, much, much more difficult than simply shooting skeet. The clays can come from several directions: underneath one; crossing right-to-left, or left-to-right; towards one, and rolling along the ground like a jackrabbit. The intent is to give one practise in hunting: the choice of which clay is shot is up to the guy controlling things, and thus the shooter must be alert and keep his eyes open.

The problem was that the cross-wise clays were apparently a lot closer than they looked, and one needed to lead them by quite a bit. We were both quite unused to having to lead (despite my shooting-partner’s hunting experience), and as we didn’t know we needed to lead, we were driven nearly crazy. It was the worst shooting I’ve done in my life. Then, when we settling up the fees, the range officer mentioned the bit about the trajectory being closer than it appeared.

News we could have used.

Oh well—it was great fun anyway. It’s always great fun to go shooting. And now I’ve something else to practise at, for this fall I plan to be the king of the field.

Saturday, 28 August 2004

Stones & Glass Houses

Tim Dawson, who is himself often an intelligent & thoughtful critic of the Society for Creative Anachronism, has addresses some of the critiques of the SCA made by others.

Friday, 27 August 2004

What Odd Weather for an August!

Today we’ve a low of 48° & and a high of but 57°; and yet, Sunday is predicted to be in the 80s. It’s August and I’ve worn a sweater not once, but twice!

I could grow to like this.

Hanson on Kerry’s Service

Victor Davis Hanson has written perhaps the most thoughtful reflection on Kerry’s service I have read. He neither condemns nor applauds, but simply notes that the present situation could have been avoided. Well worth reading.

Wednesday, 25 August 2004

Wikibooks

Most folks have become familiar with the term wiki, referring to a user-edited website; Wikipedia is a well-known example of a free example (I myself have contributed to pages on less and myself); well, there is a related effort known as Wikibooks whose effort is to develop free textbooks. Perhaps I should add my bachelor recipes to it, in the recipes section.

Cousin Marriage and the Iraqi Situation

Steve Sailer has written that the widespread practise of marrying first or second cousins may explain the Iraqi and Middle Eastern situations. His thesis is that it tends to encourage family feelings at the expense of patriotism, and that does make a certain sense: when one’s family is bound to one by multiple lines of descent, and all of one’s extended family is trusted by, or at least well-known to, one then that could indeed be the case. Interesting that nearly half of all Iraqi marriages are to a cousin. No wonder they’re so bloody backward.

Tuesday, 24 August 2004

TeX by Topic

TeX by Topic is now available as a PDF on the web, directly from the author. Very cool.

troff

Most folks don’s know this nowadays, but one of the first production uses of Unix was as a writer’s tool. The typesetter used back then was called troff—a rather arcane and often odd little language which did its job nonetheless. roff is still used as the format for the man (short for manual) pages which remain the bedrock of Unix documentation.

An Introduction to LaTeX

Last night I discovered Peter Flynn’s excellent Formatting information, A beginner’s introduction to typesetting with LaTeX. It looks like a valuable introduction to the only way to format text.

National Security Agency

The NSA budgets more for electricity in a year than the entire state of Maryland. Wow.

In the Beginning Was the Command Line

Neal Stephenson’s masterpiece, In the Beginning was the Command Line, is available online these days.

Monday, 23 August 2004

What Has WYSIWYG Done to Us?

Conrad Taylor wonder what WYSIWYG typesetting has done to the typesetter’s art—and the answer’s not pretty. From 1996, but as true today as it was then.

Mac OS X LaTeX

As everyone knows, LaTeX is the absolute best text formatting system ever created, ever. Well, Getting Started with TeX on Mac OS X tries to ease one into the strange universe of text markup. As I’ve mentioned, LaTeX is where it’s at.

TeX

All I can say about TeX is this:

Knuth says that TeX is for producing beautiful documents, and he went to great lengths to build in a lot of typographic know-how. The hyphenation algorithm alone was the subject of a PhD thesis.

I credit LaTeX for my excellent grades as a senior in college. My writing hadn’t improved that much—’twas all the text formatting. Great beautiful margin, footnotes like God meant them to be mathematical equations Euler would kill for: LaTeX is where it’s at.

Hypertext in 1912?!?!

DigiBarn claims that working hypertext implementation was available in 1912. I rather think that they are pulling one’s leg, but OTOH I have read of 1930s-era fax machines, so who knows?

Le Contract est Finis

Or words to that effect. This morning we were informed that our account intends to terminate our contract in November. Personally, though, I figure that it’ll be closer to October, or possibly even late September. I’m confident that I’ll be able to find new work—still, it’s dashed annoying. This was my first real job, and I really hate change. Oh well.

Sunday, 22 August 2004

Æroport Screening

Diane Dimond writes in Newsweek about her 78 year old, WWII veteran father being run through the indignity of æroport screening. She states of course we need to screen airplane passengers, but I disagree. Why should we screen free citizens of a free republic? Why shouldn’t we allow citizens to bear arms on a plane, just as our Second Amendment mandates? Let’s be frank: a citizenry afraid to defend itself deserves everything it gets. 11 September would never have happened—or rather, the impact would not have been so great—had more than 1 in 4 Americans been brave enough to stand up to violence and tyranny.

Saturday, 21 August 2004

The Boulder Pledge

In 1996, at CU Boulder, Roger Ebert devised the Boulder Pledge:

Under no circumstances will I ever purchase anything offered to me as the result of an unsolicited e-mail message. Nor will I forward chain letters, petitions, mass mailings, or virus warnings to large numbers of others. This is my contribution to the survival of the online community.

I’ve taken the pledge; you should too.

The Evil Overlord List

Years ago, Peter Anspach compiled the Evil Overlord List, consisting of the top 100 things he’d do were he an evil overlord. Stuff like, I will not design my Main Control Room so that every workstation is facing away from the door, and when I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice. Brilliantly amusing.

The Bulge

And folks thought codpieces were a thing of the past. At least the historical variety were obviously fake (and thus a little humourous), and in fact served to further modesty, believe it or not. This is just sad.

Friday, 20 August 2004

Harsh Reality of the IT Project Life Cycle

Seen recently on Slashdot:

Phase 1
Uncritical Acceptance
Phase 2
Wild Enthusiasm
Phase 3
Dejected Disillusionment
Phase 4
Total Confusion
Phase 5
Search for the Guilty
Phase 6
Punishment of the Innocent
Phase 7
Promotion of Nonparticipants

Apparently it dates back to the ’70s. It’s true, too.

Eli & Conrad Married

My brother Thomas’s good high school friend Mr. Conrad Layman was married to the former Miss Eli Quick last Saturday in Grand Lake, Colo. Here is a nice photo I was able to snap of the event (returning the favour Mrs. Layman did me at my own brother’s wedding):

A nice couple, no? I wish them all the luck in the world.

Wedding Etiquette Hell

The Wedding Etiquette Hell site describes a plethora of horrid things which can happen at a wedding. Now that my brother & my sister-in-law are married, I can share this with the world—I’d no desire to scare them before the fact.

Is Metadata Unuseful?

The always-interesting Cory Doctorow some time ago wrote an article arguing that metadata will be unsuccessful. His points are several:

Man Lies
His point is that folks will lie in their metadata, just as searching on an old-style search engine for just about any term these days turns up porn. True—but one of the cool things about RDF and the frameworks built upon it is that anyone can annotate anything, and thus I can choose to rank metadata providers, or choose someone else’s ranking. The trouble with in-page metadata was that it was provided by the author, who had incentive to lie; out-of-band metadata may be provided by anyone. Might there perhaps arise a market for metadata marketers, much as there’s a market for Consumer Reports? I can easily imagine it.
Man is Lazy

His point is that authors are unlikely to annotate their own pages. This is not quite true: already, there’s a blossoming market in search engine optimisation. Now, some of it is deceitful, but much of it is concerned with presenting a page such that a spider such as the Googlebot can easily understand it. It’s a small step from that to maintaining separate metadata.

Moreover, as I suggest above, it’s quite likely that there will arise a market in metadata. Yes, man is lazy—but there already exists a mechanism to get him working: it’s called a job.

Man is Stupid
Doctorow notes that on eBay and other such sites are rife with misspellings, and that this means that folks will not accurately categorise their data. As I noted above, there will be a market, and a market is an excellent mechanism for driving some minimal level of quality. Yeah, McDonald’s is not the greatest food in the world, but one is much less likely to contract typhoid from it than from food a century-and-a-half ago.
Mission: Impossible—Know Thyself
He notes that every man is a rotten judge of his own character. Well, duh. But others—especially the cumulative of others—are often pretty good at it. Solved, once again, by the market.
Schemas Aren’t Neutral
Doctorow points out that every producer will argue for a scheme of classification which represents his interests best, and denigrates those of his competitors most. Once again, he’s correct, but both in law and in finance we’ve somehow managed to overcome that to a very great deal. That’s part of the beauty of schemas which are created from the bottom up: driven by hackers such as those who brought us the World Wide Web in the first place, they become standards before any special interest can affect them over-much. Either that, or they are created from the consensus of those same interests. Whichever path they take, they tend to end up decent; those that don’t die off, once again due to market pressure.
Metrics Influence Results
His point here is that whatever we rate by tends to influence that which is rated, e.g. mandatory school testing leads to teaching to the test. His greater point is that it’s wishful thinking to believe that a group of people competing to advance their agendas will be universally pleased with any hierarchy of knowledge. Well, of course: I don’t doubt that there may be multiple competing schemas. Generally, that which delivers the most to the most will win. This doesn’t necessarily mean that it will be the best (see Windows), but it will be mostly sufficient (again, see Windows). But over time, it will improve (see Linux).
There’s More Than One Way to Describe Something
As he says, reasonable people can disagree forever on how to describe something; true enough. Yet somehow we all manage to agree on traffic rules; and those of us who disagree (say, on the question of whether McDonald’s or Le Central affords one better food) somehow don’t come to blows over it: we form separate communities. Where reasonable men disagree, there may be a divergence of standards, but where we agree there will be uniformity. Isn’t that the ideal anyway?

It’s an interesting article, and his points are cogent, but I believe that in the long run they become irrelevant. Most of them are defeated once there is a market for metadata, and the rest are made minor over time.

Friend-of-a-Friend

FOAF is a project which attempts to create a machine-readable web of pages describing people, their interests and their inter-relationships. That is, I’d have my FOAF file, describing who I am, where I live, what I’m interested in and whom I know; those people could in turn have their own pages with the same. As the inter-connections between people grow, pretty one can see how many degrees of separation connect one and anyone else on earth.

FOAF is based on RDF, which is a standard for storing metadata (data about data)—the big win about this is that one can use various standard tools to create & manage it.

One interesting thing about FOAF is that one can use a single file to represent an entire database of information: the people I say I know are just more entries in my file, and I could specify (incompletely) whom they know and what kind of relationships they have with one another. For example, both my brother and my sister-in-law in my file; nothing prevents me from noting that: they are married to one another; each has met a few of my friends; and so on. If I’d one of Emily’s brothers in my FOAF file, I could note that they are siblings, and so on and so forth. Nothing stops me from populating more information about each of them, such as birthdays, interests, job &c.

Nothing except politeness. The general rule is that one should only reveal data about oneself; thus almost every entry in my file for anyone besides myself is minimal: full name and SHA-1-hashed email address (the addresses are hashed so that spammers cannot snarf them—a hash is a one-way encoding of a string: e.g. postmaster@irs.gov hashes to 7c44e262e4f3331dd5d7af5c571ad94794ec38bc; since each address hashes to a unique string, if I know who 84567345abc4375… really is, and you say you know him, then I know whom you know, but if I don’t, I can’t). The only exception I make is when the person-knows-person relationship is interesting: my brother Thomas has met my buddy Phil and his fiancée Jess, which is surprising and may help make for an interesting six-degrees inter-relationship. If Tom’s file notes that he’s met Admiral Stockdale, suddenly Phil & Jess are only two steps away from Stockdale, and three away from any number of presidents and politicians.

FOAF only addresses the simplest relationship: X knows Y. It doesn’t specify how well X knows Y, or even if Y knows X. For that, there is an additional relationship vocabulary which specifies things like siblingOf, worksWith, wouldLikeToKnow &c.

FOAF+relationships ends up being similar to XFN, but the two are actually different. FOAF is supposed to be encyclopædic, containing everyone one knows and to what degree (at least ideally); XFN only comes into play when one links. FOAF utilises RDF; XFN gets a free ride atop XHTML. FOAF addresses shared interests and locations; XFN’s primary goal is to provide information about whom one has met. The two are complementary ways of finding friends-of-friends and building a web of inter-relationships.

The easiest way to get started with FOAF is to use the FOAF-a-matic tool: it prompts for your name, title, email address, homepage, work & school homepages and a list of your friends and their names & emails; it then generates a FOAF file with all that information nicely encoded (and email addresses protected).

If you run a blog or other website, use XFN on all your links, as applicable. Create a FOAF file and link to it from your homepage like this: <link rel="meta" type="application/rdf+xml" title="FOAF" href="/~ruhl/foaf.rdf" />. It’s the cool thing to do.

Thursday, 19 August 2004

XHTML Friends Network

I recently added support for XFN, which is a way of indicating relationships with the people to whom one links (one’s blogroll, in the case of blogs). The links to my brothers, for example, indicate that they are my brothers and that we’ve met. Automated tools can spider this info and display one’s relationships with one’s friends, family &c.

Tuesday, 17 August 2004

The Gay Defence

Dennis Prager points out Gov. McGreevey’s brilliant use of the gay defence. Had a normal man had an affair with a woman and given her a security job for which she was eminently unsuited, he would be ridden out of town on a rail; but because he’s homosexual, that somehow excuses things. Likewise with Barney Frank: if a normal man had hired a call girl, and let her run a prostitution ring from his home, his political future would have been dim. Yet somehow these things are more forgivable when it’s homosexuals who err. Ridiculous.

Franks Lied?

Rich Lowry points out how General Tommy Franks’s new book gives the lie to the Bush-lied crowd. To believe that Bush lied, one must also believe that such men as King Abdullah II of Jordan and President Hosni Mubarak of Egypt lied, at the military officers engaged in an elaborate ruse, making sub-optimal plans which purported to assume the existence of Iraqi WMDs.

I’m no very great fan of George Bush (the man is a socialist), but I do believe that he’s honest, and I think that he’s done about as well as can be expected.

Hamilton ’95

You need Hamilton ’95, the OS of the future.

Monday, 16 August 2004

Kids Anger 120,000 Bees

Kids annoyed 120,000 bees by throwing rocks at their 500-lb. hive. How droll—I used to do exactly that as a child, but even then I was smart enough not to assault a huge hive. Only got stung two or three times, too.

My War

An unknown infantryman writes My War: Fear and Loathing in Iraq, a fascinating blog. Some of the events it chronicles are quite hard to imagine. Take a look.

A Capitalist Defence of Free Software

David Adams has a capitalist defence of free software and makes some excellent points. Yes, the rise of free software means that proprietary software producers will suffer—but software consumers will benefit. The rise of the automobile was bad news for buggy whip manufacturers, but it was great news for shipping and for anyone who wanted to travel a good distance in a day. Do read the article.

My Brother is Jack Black!

After watching School of Rock last night, I came to a startling conclusion: my brother Tom is Jack Black, only with an eight of an inch of hair, no beard and a career as a naval aviator. Strange but true.

Sunday, 15 August 2004

One More Thing

Lest I forget, I am the studliest of studs; the manliest of men. Why, for centuries—millennia, even—man’s constant study has been to try to achieve a slight fraction of the coolness I now possess. It must be tough to be another guy—for no other guy is me.

Why am I so keyed up? Yesterday, I asked a gal for her number, and she gave it to me. Granted, it might not be her number, but still… It’s the first time I ever asked, and I count any response but Hell, no! as a success:-)

Garlic Greens

Believe it or not, but Matha Stewart is useful. Her article on garlic greens proved that they are a useful ingredient.

Thursday, 12 August 2004

Some Account of Myself

Matthew Thomas has recently translated Some Account of Myself, which I noticed in and old blog entry of his. It’s a fascinating account of a man’s professional life, and quite valuable for giving a hint of how religious even Regency England could be. Read it.

Unfit for Command

Tony Blankley points out that if Unfit for Command is truthful, John Kerry has no business being President—but if it is false, it is a malicious libel. Either Kerry is a hero, or he is a poltroon. Either his (few) veterans are telling the truth, and the 254 Swift Boat Veterans for Truth are bald-faced liars—or his veterans are bald-faced liars and the SBVT are telling the truth; there really is no middle ground.

Is Terrorism Unislamic?

Mustafa Akyol argues that the murder of civilians or execution of POWs is against the Koran. Perhaps they are; one must admit, though, that Islam has hardly been a good neighbour.

Wednesday, 11 August 2004

Dive into Python

Mark Pilgrim has written Dive into Python, a fine introduction to a fine programming language. Python’s a great language. The implementation could be a tad faster, but the syntax and libraries are just a joy to program in.

Tuesday, 10 August 2004

Hail? In Summer?!?

Yup, today we’d a bona fide hailstorm here in Denver. When I rode home at approx. 1730 it was hot and sunny; when the picture below was taken at 1829 the hail was coming down in great chunks. There were a few pieces on my patio which exceeded ice cubes in size.

Ain’t Colorado grand?

Why Apple Has Low Marketshare

John Gruber examines the myth that if only Apple had licensed the Mac, it’d be Microsoft today. A highly interesting article, and well worth a read.

Monday, 09 August 2004

Romeo & Juliet…in Greece

Sports Illustrated carries the tale of a pair of Grecian gymnasts whose love for one another apparently encompassed long drops onto hard asphalt. You know, as utterly stupid as they were (for God’s sake, why were they shacked up together?), one must admit that the end result is pretty much identical to Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet. Those crazy Mediterraneans—it’s why we Northern Europeans have won every war since we discovered bronze: we can save our emotions for another day.

Shakespearean Insults

No-one could fling the insults quite like old Will. Enjoy.

Boys More Affected than Girls by Prematurity

According to CNN, premature boys have significantly smaller brains later in life. I was six weeks premature, and my IQ is 143—one can only wonder what it might have been:-)

Sunday, 08 August 2004

Florida Xbox Murders

Well, it turns out that those ghastly slayings in Florida were over an Xbox. Wow. If you’re going to kill over a theft—which is not an inherently unreasonable thing, after all—shouldn’t it be over something more than a video game console and some clothes? Like, one’s life savings or something, perhaps. Just a thought.

Saturday, 07 August 2004

Bad Cover Version

When Pulp needed to make a video of their song Bad Cover Version (which is all about a former girlfriend’s new boyfriend being a poor reprise of oneself), what else could they do but hire a bunch of bad singer-imitators to make a cover version of their song? The video of Bad Cover Version is absolutely hilarious, albeit two years old.

The Good Life Ain’t That Hard

It’s really not: today I ate a sun-dried tomato & herb couscous for lunch and home-made pasta for dinner, and drank several very good beers (Stone’s Levitation is particularly fine) and am now enjoying a wonderful espresso (the secret to good flavour is to use the lightest roast available). We live in the wealthiest and happiest of all civilisations: if you aren’t happy, it’s your own damned fault.

Sluggy Freelance & Schlock Mercenary

If you don’t read Sluggy Freelance and Schlock Mercenary, all your so-called friends are laughing at you behind your back. Really.

Friday, 06 August 2004

Terror Strike Imminent?

Well, CNN states that intel is troubled by a drop in terrorist chatter. I know that twice in as many days my employer (Fortune 500 company, with 300,000+ employees and a history of working with the State) has sent out instructions for what do in case of a civil emergency; I wonder if one of our government contacts has passed on any information.

If al Qaeda or its supporters believe that a strike will lead to a repeat of the Spanish cowardice, I believe they will be sorely disappointed. We Americans are slow to anger, but our wrath is not the kind of thing anyone in this world can survive. If we are attacked again, and more Americans die, it will go very badly indeed for al Qaeda, its sympathisers and its supporters. In fact, if the incident is bad enough it might go quite badly for anyone who has been neutral.

Lizzie Borden

Florence King wrote the most wonderful chronicle of Lizzie Borden I’ve ever read. Completely and utterly wonderful vintage King.

Citizens Use Weapons to Aid Cops

The NRA have a series of short blurbs about citizens using their firearms to assist the police. Cool stories all.

Forty Reasons for Gun Control

Yes, forty reasons to support gun control. Tongue-in-cheek, of course.

Is Windows Easier to Install?

Dave Fancella’s wife had more difficulty installing Windows than Linux. A good read, with some interesting points, most notably that the Windows install made her feel unintelligent, but the Mandrake Linux install made her happy.

The Perils of the Hyphenated Name

Frederica Mathewes-Green writes about all the troubles her hyphenated last name has created. Amusing, no?

Skirtchasing No More

Today I was reading the Netscape portal and happened upon a link to various Men’s Health articles. While reading advice on how to attract gals, I had an epiphany: I don’t care anymore; it’s not worth the effort. Every article is all about how not to be oneself; how to bear this & that in mind; how to seem to be what a girl is looking for. Well, to hell with all that: I am me, and that’s that. If some lady should take a fancy to me, I’ll be quite happy (overjoyed, actually), but forget trying to be aught other than I am. To mine own self am I true: take it or leave it.

Thursday, 05 August 2004

The First Spill

Today I’d my first spill from a bike since I was a boy. Quite embarrassing, really, but also unavoidable. I was whipping ’round a traffic cone to get back onto a sidewalk, and upon passing it discovered that a crack in the street lay in my path; I attempted to avoid, but the only other course available to me led—at an angle—into the sharp edge of the kerb. Did my best to remain upright, but the various vectors, moments & angular momentum acted ’gainst me, and I fell. Got off pretty easily, actually: some road-tar on my white trousers (had they been black, of course, it would have been white stripe-paint); a small slice from my elbow; and some twisting of my left hand. All-in-all, a cheap experience.

I’m rather proud of how I fell, to tell the truth: no permanent damage (i.e. to clothing), and managing to keep my head and shoulders from ever contacting the ground, or any other obstacle.

Wednesday, 04 August 2004

Ants in the Flour

This morning as I prepared to bake some French loaves, I discovered five or six small ants in my flour! There were no more, and none in the pantry: just those few; their eggs must have gotten into the flour somehow. Very odd—one would have thought that the days of mealworms and the like were long gone. I didn’t bother to sift them out: they’re so small that they’d have gone right through my sifter; anyway, ants are harmless, just a bit of extra protein. Heck, the Froggies eat them all the time, dipped in chocolate.

Tuesday, 03 August 2004

Under the Milky Way

I was just listening to The Church’s Under the Milky Way and was struck by that one bit which sounds awfully like bagpipes. I wonder if that’s what really played, or if ’twas just a synthesiser of one sort or another?

Regardless, it’s an utterly wonderful song. Any fellow besides me who can’t win at least a kiss whilst it plays just isn’t trying (I, of course, with all the Italian poetry, French wine, English manners, German resolution and American invention in the world can’t expect to win even the time of day, but that’s another matter). Beautifully romantic little ditty.

Sunday, 01 August 2004

Green Spade Tarock

As every educated person knows, tarot (or tarok, or tarokk, or tarocchi, or tarock) games have a long history (first found in the mid-15th century they predate the 18th century fortune-telling use of cards) and are quite popular in Europe. Despite their similarity to bridge or whist (they are almost all trick-taking games, with the extra suit serving as trumps). Back in 1922, August Petryl & Son of Chicago attempted to rectify this by producing the Green Spade Tarock, subtitled The American Cards. It’s an amusing variant on the French tarot deck: black clubs, yellow diamonds, pink hearts and green spades; the king, queen, knight & page have been replaced with Indian chief, Indian squaw, white rider and white scout; the fool is Uncle Sam (!), and the trump suite seems to feature Western & Indian scenes. What an interesting little card deck—I’d love to acquire a copy.

Groomsman’s Knife

As a groomsman’s gift, my brother Tom gave each of us one of these nifty knives, each engraved with the recipient’s initials:

It is a real beauty: light and comfortable in the hand; opens with a flick of the wrist; the blade is fierce. How cool can it get?

Two Hundred Miles

On Wednesday my bike’s odometer hit 200 miles. That’s two hundred miles in less than two months (I bought it the 6th or 7th of June). Not too shabby for a fellow who put less than that on his old bike in a year-and-a-half.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

I just finished watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s, a film I first saw as a college sophomore approx. a thousand million years ago. Odd film about a gigolo and a fallen woman falling in love. I’ll say this though: Audrey Hepburn was a certified, bona-fide looker. Just goes to show how far fair skin and dark hair can go to make a girl beautiful.

Saturday, 31 July 2004

Sabring Champagne

Inspired by my dear brother’s example, I taught myself how to sabre the tops from champagne bottles. The same technique works for beer bottles as well—really, anything under a bit of pressure. It’s cool as all get-out: I believe that I may begin opening all my bottles this way.

The method is simple: hold the bottle at the base, pointed in a roughly 30° angle away from oneself and toward some safe direction; ensure that bottle seem is pointed straight upwards; line sword up in such a fashion as to intercept the head-neck join; slide sword parallel to bottle such that it crashes into the aforesaid join at the intersection of join & seam. The head will then fly off, carrying with it the cork or bottle cap.

The principle is this: the seam is the weakest point of the bottle, and when it is struck violently it ruptures. We don’t want the bottle to rupture along the seam, as that would spill the contents, and so strike so perpendicular thereto, breaking the glass along the head-neck join. The slight crack rapidly enlarges, the head flies off and the expanding gases carry out any shards of glass which could have fallen into the liquid. It’s remarkably safe & easy.

Kurt Wenner, Street Artist Extraordinaire

Kurt Wenner creates beautiful 3D-like sidewalk chalk drawings. Very cool stuff: I hope that he comes to Denver someday.

Wedding Pictures

Here are two photos of Tom & Em. The first was taken as they were walking down the aisle (thanks to Miss Eli Quick, soon to be Mrs. Conrad Layman, for taking the picture):

Tom & Em walking down the aisle

The second is of the two of them after church, the day after they were married:

And as a bonus, here’s a picture of the whole family. It’s mondo-weird to have a gal as part of the family photo, but I rather think that it’s an improvement. Thanks to Hieromonk Gabriel for the photo.

A handsome bunch, no?

Toothpick Holder!?!?

When my brother Stephen was at Philmont Scout Ranch, he happened upon their Trading Post, wherein are sold sundry useful and less-than-useful items. Among these he spotted the toothpick holder; being taken with it, he purchased one for each of his brothers. What, you might ask, does a toothpick holder look like? Observe, and be enlightened:

shotglass

Yes, in order to please the Mormons (who make up an ever-larger portion of the BSA) and the teetotallers, a shot glass is now called a toothpick holder. The mind boggles.

Pipe Knives

Apparently Laguiole make pipe knives in addition to their other cutlery. I want one!

Friday, 30 July 2004

One Year!

It’s been one year since I started my blog (well, it was two days ago, but my ’puter was down…). Yippee!

Wednesday, 28 July 2004

The Loss of a Brother

While I am simply ecstatic with joy over Tom’s wedding, I must admit that a small part of me is saddened. As far back as I can remember it’s been Bob-and-Tom: for the vast majority of our lives we shared a room; he’s present in almost every single childhood memory I have. But when I returned to the hotel room we’d shared after his & Emily’s reception, I knew that was over, forever. It’s good and right and proper for him to cease being primarily my brother, and become primarily Em’s husband—indeed, were it otherwise, I should have to break out the Rod of Righteous Correction, the Staff of Educational Beating and the Belt of Great Bruising, for a man’s first duty must be to his wife.

Still, though, despite how happy I am for them (I do not believe I’ve ever known a more well-suited couple), and how overjoyed I am to have acquired a sister-in-law like Emily (she is an absolutely wonderful woman), I will miss the way things were. But then, I always have been a conservative: I loathe change, even for the better. My own fault, of course.

Kopi Luwak

Kopi Luwak is the world’s rarest coffee: it is coffee beans which have passed through the digestive system of a civet cat. I have no idea how anyone found that this is tasty, and I really don’t care to try it.

Although it would make for a damned good story…

CEO Pay Leaps, Again

CNN Money notes that CEO pay leapt by a median of 22.18%. I’m no leftist—indeed, I believe that leftists are fools at best—but this seems utterly wrong in an era which has seen so many firms under-perform. Surely a CEO shouldn’t get a raise when his company has done worse than the previous year?

Hillary the Thief

One month ago, Hillary Clinton admitted that the Democrats want to steal from taxpayers. Her exact words were, We’re going to take things away from you on behalf of the common good. No thanks—I think that I can spend my money far better than they can.

Also insulting is a supporter’s comment that San Franciscans like Mrs. Clinton because there’s a real appreciation for independent, intelligent women. Nonsense—I doubt they appreciated Margaret Thatcher, a truly independent and intelligent woman; I doubt they appreciate Phyllis Schlafly; I doubt they appreciate Ann Coulter. Like anyone else, what they appreciate is a like mind.

Tuesday, 27 July 2004

Van Allen Questions Manned Space Exploration

James van Allen, discoverer of the Van Allen radiation belt, has strong reservations about the utility of manned space flight. A good read, and underscores why we should quit wasting time and money what is a dead end for the foreseeable future.

Is the New York Times a Liberal Newspaper?

Of course it is, as Daniel Okrent—the Public Editor thereof—agrees. Mr. Okrent is quickly becoming the Right’s favourite Yankee liberal, for he possesses on quality sadly lacking on the Left: honesty. We may not agree with him, but we can speak reasonably with him. I wish him luck in making the Times a trustworthy news source.

Tom Married!

On Saturday, 24 July ’04 my brother Thomas married Emily Burgess (as she was then). It was a wonderful wedding: our father, Fr. Luke Uhl (chancellor of the Metropolis of Denver) betrothed them; His Eminence Isaiah, Metropolitan of Denver (an Orthodox metropolitan is the equivalent of a Roman cardinal) married them; our family friend, Hieromonk Gabriel (a hieromonk is a priest-monk) was also present; I served as the best man; our brother John was a groomsman and secondary witness and our brother Stephen was a groomsman and reader. It was a wonderful ceremony, with the exception of an uninvited cantor (who nonetheless did a much better job than one would have expected from an East Coast cantor).

The reception was perfect: it’s the first time I’ve ever had banquet food which I would have paid money for. The Burgesses spared no expense, I think, and it was a wonderful party.

I’m overjoyed for my brother and my new sister-in-law. They are a great couple, and I’m certain that they will have many happy years together.

Monday, 19 July 2004

Wedding Nerves

Last night I barely got any sleep: instead, I lay awake in bed, pondering my toast and dancing skills (shallow, I know, but there you have it). Considering how I’ve almost nothing at all to do, I can only imagine what my poor brother and his fiancée must each be going through. I’d be surprised if they’ve three operating brain cells between them, so stressed must they be.

Sunday, 18 July 2004

A Toast!

Well, I finally perfected the toast for my brother Tom’s wedding. For the last three months I’ve been toying with the damned thing with varied success. First I had one thing, but it wasn’t quite right, so I wrote another, and it was not it either. Then I rewrote the first with bits from the second. Then I scrapped the whole thing and started over. Then I asked around for advice and tried to blend everything which had come before. But at long last—and quite suddenly—the right things to say just came to me. There’s a little bit of this version and a little bit of that, but the final draft is for the most part a new piece. It’s as thought the floodgates were released, and everything is just right.

Now if I can only get the delivery down…

On North Korea

I just came upon this rather old article about North Korea. Apparently this German doctor had been in that state as an aid worker and was so shocked by what he found that he began speaking out. North Korea is a nightmare: death camps where men, women and children are slain are well-documented. And yet, we cannot do anything for two reasons: there are enough artillery pieces aimed at Seoul to destroy the city several times over, and of course their possession of nukes. This is one damned good reason for our war in Iraq: it was vital to get in before we were hamstrung by an Iraqi atomic missile capable of hitting civilised regions.

But of course leftists don’t care: they live in a world where we can all get along, if only we try. Pollyannas.

Friday, 16 July 2004

Dance, Again

Well, after my first dance lesson, I felt pretty good. Then last night I went over to my folks’ to practise with my mother (it is a measure of my social life that I’ve no-one else to practise with) and discovered that it’s a lot easier to dance with a pro than with an amateur. Then tonight I had another lesson and practised with Mom: a palpable improvement! Perhaps this crazy scheme will work after all. I’ve a week and a day to knock myself into shape, for on the 24th my brother Thomas will be married (the reception, of course, being the whole reason for this sudden interest in legwork). I should have begun some months ago—had I, I’d be a regular pro by now. Oh well: hindsight is 20/20.

Wednesday, 14 July 2004

Brits Call for Scrapping Knighthood

A committee have recommended that Great Britain abandon her honours system, with the temporary step of replacing the Order of the British Empire with the Order of British Excellence. Raving loons! Lackwits! Fools! This is what comes of giving the Commons power.

I reserve special venom for the idiot who claimed that the words British Empire reminded him of thousands of years of brutality. I’m fairly certain that no-one has been oppressed for millennia. Although frankly, anyone so miserable as to fail to turn the tables after thousands of years deserves whatever happens to him.

It did concern me that John Cleese and Kenneth Branagh refused to be knighted; they have gone down several notches in my estimation (unless the reason for their refusal was feeling inadequate to the honour).

Dance Lesson

Well, tonight I’d my first dance lesson. All in all, it went pretty well. I shan’t be competing for Fred Astaire’s trophies any time soon, but I should manage to acquit myself honourably.

Sunday, 11 July 2004

DVD Manufacturers, Don’t Hate Your Customers!

As frequent users know, I watch an amazing number of DVDs. In so doing, I’ve hit upon some common flaws in their presentation. These are all rooted in the hatred and disrespect which manufacturers have for their customers. Here’s a catalogue thereof.

Region Coding
Region coding is the means by which a manufacturer can prevent certain DVDs from being played in the US, or the UK, or Russia, or any of the other regions of the world. This is highly annoying: there’s no technical reason why I shouldn’t be able to order an English disc and have it play on my American player.
FBI/Interpol Warning
We’ve had home video equipment for several decades now; we all know that we’re not supposed to make copies. At least with VHS & Beta, we were able to fast-forward past the stupid message—with DVDs, the players are forced to obey some idiot don’t skip command, and thus I’m stuck puttering about my home until the interminable message—with content no different than on any other DVD—scrolls by. If there simply must be a warning, make it be a simple Don’t Copy! message which displays for about 3 seconds. Or let me skip it with the chapter-skip button.
DVD Intros
These are the equivalent of those stupid Flash intros some hypoëncephalic web designers are so enamoured of: a long, long sequence of shots from the movie or series one is about to view (did I mention that it’s invariably long?). The Sharpe’s Rifles series is particularly bad about this: every episode has this stupid intro which is impossible to skip past. Fortunately, one can fast-forward past the miserable thing. Look, I have the DVD: I want to watch the product; don’t make me consider weasel-baiting a more enjoyable pastime.
Intro Ads
These are an even worse idea than that above. Not only am I forced to watch some frippery: that frippery isn’t even related to the feature I want to view! The Farscape (don’t laugh—Claudia Black was quite hot then) discs are notable for this: a lengthy series of advertisements for a bunch of animated series. Ads should be in the Special Features, where I might even appreciate them.
Unskippable Titles
This is more specific to TV series on disc. The viewer should always be able to cleanly skip past the opening and closing credits. Farscape is quite bad at this: trying to skip the opening credits tosses one into the middle of the episode. Why must the viewer be forced to watch the same boring credits sequence every single bloody episode?
Lack of Trailers
A DVD must have the theatrical trailer for its film; it should have other theatrical trailers. Yes, ads are good—when they are ads that I can choose to view. As for the trailer for the film itself, that only stands to reason. Besides, it gives someone something to watch while sliding into movie-watching mode (or preparing popcorn, for those who like that kind of thing).
Lack of Special Features
Every DVD, whether for a film or a TV series, should have a Special Features section (it’s permissible, but undesirable, for a multi-disc series to have but a single such section). Part of the whole point of DVDs is the special features which are now possible: take advantage of that! Disks which consist solely of the movie itself and chapter navigation evidence a stunning lack of effort.

Anyway, these are just some simple, commonsense suggestions. Can there be any argument ’gainst them? I think not.

Saturday, 10 July 2004

The Bachelor Garden

I’ve hit upon the perfect idea for a bachelor’s garden: simply plant food which has gotten a bit old. Onions, garlic and potatoes all grow easily, and are often found in the back of one’s fridge. The great thing is that one doesn’t have to work to make them grow—they want to, as anyone who’s had an onion sit too long can relate.

Frasier

I was just watching an episode of Frasier, and apparently the first episode of his (fictional) radio show was 21 May 1993—my 15th birthday. How very droll.

Friday, 09 July 2004

Gibson

Due to my supply of pickled onions, I’ve been drinking a good number of Gibsons lately (I’d be eating a large number of sandwiches, as the onions would go great with cold cuts, but I never seem to remember them on a meat day). The recipe is a martini sans lemon twist & orange bitters and avec a pickled onion. Here’s the full receipt:

  • 2½ oz. gin
  • ½ oz vermouth
  • 1 pickled onion

Stir gin & vermouth in a shaker with rocks; strain into a cocktail glass; pin onion, rinse and garnish glass; serve it forth. Pretty good, surprisingly.

Not-so-happy Thursday Pictures

I’ve managed to put up a bunch of pictures of yesterday’s cruiser ride. Despite the worst efforts of the police, we shall continue to ride.

You know, it really annoys me: has anyone ever seen a police officer (BTW, why are they all officers?) ticket a motorist for nearly killing a cyclist, or for harassing a cyclist, or for honking his horn in an underpass—and yet it’s necessary to ticket us. Last night there were folks setting off illegal fireworks clearly visible, yet the police chose to harass us despite the fact that we were doing to harm. Everyone who saw us smiled; we were having fun; they were having fun—I suppose that can’t be permitted.

I managed not to get a ticket: I rode right along the right hand side, so no-one could come between me and the kerb (’cause if two folks had, then I would have gotten a ticket for being the third man); I made sure to stop and make eye-contact with the cop watching me before proceeding through an intersection; and in every other way I scrupulously followed their little rules.

Rules, BTW, which per an agreement made last year the cruiser ride is allowed to break. It just doesn’t make sense to force 200-–300 people (the pictures don’t do it justice: only being there and seeing the immense body of bikers can) to proceed two-by-two.

Thursday, 08 July 2004

Not-So-Happy Thursday

The regular reader will recall my discovery of the Boulder Cruzer Club and how much fun it was. Well, I was called to work in Boulder today, so decided to bring my bike and repeat the experience. On the plus side, I got in twenty miles of cycling.

On the bad side, Boulder’s (by which I mean those baseborn churls who love handing out fines) harassed us every step of the way. They were ticketing for riding on the sidewalk (legal in Boulder!); for riding more than two abreast; for not coming to a full, complete, both-feet-on-the-ground, wait-three-breaths stop; for riding too far left in an empty road. Never mind that an agreement had been reached with the city a year earlier; never mind simple human decency (which said ogres lack to begin with). Therefor, I took pictures of the jerks. If you recognise one of these thugs, please cut him from your social circle; if you feel so kind as to allow him the traditional method of remedying such a cut, don’t let me stop you.

I will hopefully be able to post photos of the event itself (which was otherwise a blast) tomorrow. Down with cops!

Wednesday, 07 July 2004

Singer on Iraq

Max Singer has written a measured & well-balanced review of the Iraq situation. Well worth reading.

Tuesday, 06 July 2004

Mortar & Pestle

no, I’m not looking to sell transport to Baba Yaga—I’ve recently bought a mortar & pestle for kitchen use. All I can say is summed up in a single word: wow. It grinds pepper faster than a pepper-grinder. It converts any amount of whole spice into powder faster and better than anything I’ve used before. Every chef worth his salt simply must get one of these magnificent devices which put all else to shame.

It’s cool.

Monday, 05 July 2004

Celebrate Independence Day!

Although our plea for independence was almost certainly mistaken (the taxes we protested so vehemently were meant to pay for the costly French and Indian Wars), we should celebrate our independence nonetheless. And what better way than to let off illegal fireworks? The fundamental American mindset is expressed in two simple words: buzz off. So long as I do not bother my neighbour, none of my neighbours may bother me. Fireworks are a great example: so long as I don’t set anyone else’s home on fire, I should be free to let of whatever I like.

This year, I bought some legal fireworks (living in the West, we have much more freedom than those poor cattle out East) to celebrate with my family: it was a lot of fun, much smoke & light & sparks & fire. Many other folks were setting off their own rockets and shells, and so far as I can tell everything came out alright. Back in the old days, Americans celebrated by firing guns and tossing dynamite into the streets: a few bottle rockets (do other states even have such things? Can one imagine a Londoner setting off a bottle rocket?) pale in comparison.

Now, I wouldn’t use them, because the danger of fire is non-negligible. But next year I plan to purchase blanks for my Beretta; one still needs to shoot upwards (blanks aren’t completely safe—there are still escaping gases), but they let one make a lot of noise safely.

The Right Stuff

I watched The Right Stuff this evening. Good flick, albeit not by any stretch of imagination the greatest film ever. A great movie about guys doing what they must: excelling above all others. Watch it if you get the chance.

Sunday, 04 July 2004

Ironworks Lofts

Ironworks Lofts are a development on Frederick, Colo., trying to bring the loft look to the suburbs. IMHO, they’re going about it all wrong: the really cool thing about a loft environment is that it’s downtown: shopping, food, drink and entertainment are all but a few steps away. Now, yes families nowadays tend to want yards (although why is beyond me: a yard is merely a money-hole which produces nothing—a garden is all anyone needs), space for pets, good schools and a safe environment (really, they want a good place for their kids); one thing also mentioned was a desire for better parking.

So how does one bridge the gap between downtown living and suburban safety? I like the idea of façades which look like urban buildings—that’s a good idea. I like building out in the suburbs, where crime is not nearly as common (at least until the kids hit their teens…); we’ll keep that too. But having free-standing faux-downtown buildings is just odd. And where are the shops? What we want is something that looks like downtown (that’s the whole point of this exercise), but also works like it. So join the entire row of houses: now it looks like a proper street. Put the yards in back, where the alleys would be in a normal city. Attached housing has a stigma, but if there are four feet of brick connecting buildings, I don’t think anyone would complain.

That solves the look component. How do we get the downtown feel? By having businesses and housing together. Alternate community-owned business spaces and homes. Maybe some buildings are completely homes; maybe the first floor is for business and the upper floors for residence; maybe some are dedicated to business. This isn’t a condominium situation, exactly; it’s more a case of a housing association which owns its retail properties. Profits from rents are shared out to the owners, each of whom benefits from the environment.

Now, how to solve parking? Simple, really: put it underground. This development already disguises garages as delivery entrances: just take that idea a little further, and give each residence a certain number of private spaces.

Such a development would look & feel like an urban area, but without the nuisances folks dislike about a true urban environment. It’d be pretty cool.

D'Souza Answers Islamists

One of the critiques which the radical Islamists raise against us is that our freedom and tolerance lead to vice on a previously unheard-of level. They’re right: many of us live in a cesspit of iniquity, and have no desire to be freed from it. But as Dinesh D'Souza points out, this is the way it must be.

The thing is, without freedom there is no virtue, but only the appearance thereof. The man who will be killed if he gets drunk cannot be lauded for his sobriety; the woman who will be stoned if she commits adultery cannot be praised for her fidelity. Yes, we live in a crass, vulgar and sinful society: but that makes the success of everyone who isn’t crass, vulgar and hopelessly sinful all the better.

This is a lesson that we Americans need to learn, just as much as the Islamists. Everyone who advocates laws against alcohol, or against homosexuals, or against atheists, or against Christians—he aims to prevent his fellows from doing what he believes is wrong: if he’s correct, he has stolen from them the ability to choose the right; if he’s wrong, then he has kept them from doing what is right.

It’s an interesting article, ending with this profound thought, that America is worthy of our love and sacrifice because, more than any other society, it makes possible for its citizens the good life, and equally important, the life that is good.

Happy Birthday, USA

Today’s the 228th birthday of the Declaration of Independence (but not of our government—it was not formed until 21 June, 1788). We may have our problems, but we’re the best thing going. What other states are so free as our fifty? Where else is freedom—religious, political & social—so abundant?

Naturally, we need to fix some things. First of all, the unconstitutional McCain-Feingold campaign-finance law must be overturned. This law: governs how much may be given to candidates and what may be given to parties; it forbids minors from giving; it penalises the wealthy for spending their own money; it bans mention of candidates by name within a space of time before elections; it regulates when and how politicians can fund-raise: it is in clear violation of the First Amendment. The Congress unconstitutionally passed it, violating the oaths of office of each Senator and Representative who voted in favour; President Bush signed it, violating his own oath of office; a majority of the Supreme Court upheld it, violating their own oaths. In a just world, the Congressman who voted in favour would never be re-elected, and the President and Supreme Court justices would be impeached (yes, it’s quite possible to impeach Supreme Court justices). It not being a just world, the least we can do is overturn the atrocious thing. It is so blatantly in violation of our Constitution that it cannot be allowed to stand.

Secondly, we need to stop the vile practise of infanticide. Morally, this is a far worse matter than the above—but it is civilly more legitimate: certainly the State has the power to make murder legal; we have the duty to ensure that it does not. Laws against abortion no more violate the right to privacy than do laws against murder. The fœtus is a human being, distinct from its mother and from its father; that it is dependant upon her in no way gives her the right to slay it, any more than an eight-year-old’s dependence on his parents gives them the right to kill him. Infanticide needs to be banned and punished, now.

Thirdly, we need to end Prohibition. There is no legitimate argument for outlawing recreational drugs: they are the essence of a private matter; the essence of what Mill wrote about when he advocated the liberty of every man to live as he sees fit. For a country founded on freedom, our treatment of drugs is an abomination. Regulate them, control them, tax them—treat drugs like any other consumable substance.

These are, to my mind, the most pressing issues at hand in the US: one is a baldfaced violation of our basic law; one is a baldfaced injustice; one is a baldfaced intrusion of the State where it has no business being; all are easily correctable.

Thoughts on Liberty

Roger Pilon reflects on the nature of liberty, culminating with this fine thought:

What the Founders envisioned was a world in which individuals pursued happiness as individuals or as members of private, voluntary associations—families, businesses, churches, charities, and the like. That world of private individuals and associations—the civil society that Tocqueville spoke of—was where most of life was meant to be lived, with government limited primarily to securing the rights we have or we create in that world.

Let is strive to return to that condition; let us even try to improve on it (for even the Founders were not complete respecters of Liberty in every aspect). Where there is a definite need for government, let it exist; but where there is none, let it not.

Saturday, 03 July 2004

Marine Beheaded?

The captive Marine is claimed to have been beheaded. If true, this could be the worst mistake the rebels have ever made. Marines really don’t take well to the deaths of their own. I am reminded of the tale of a pair in one of the Banana Wars in the early 20th century (Nicaragua, perhaps?) who walked into the enemy camp disguised only in ponchos, shot the enemy leader dead and cut out his heart—all to avenge their captain. The (possible) murderers of this Marine stated, Pull your military and you'll be safe; it’s their safety they should be concerned about.

Bond Camera

At last, someone has hidden a digital camera inside a Zippo! How extremely cool—how very clever. I can't say that it’d be very useful, but man would it be sweet to own. Talk about a geek toy!

Oh Happy Day!

Oh happy day; oh joyous time! Today while leaving my condo, I discovered a ten dollar note lying in the street, with no-one about whom it may have belonged to. Out of nowhere, I suddenly find myself $10 richer. Perhaps I shall buy an island…

Friday, 02 July 2004

Burgers

Last night I ordered a fast food hamburger (from A&W, my first since perhaps my freshman year in college. It having been so long, I seem to have completely forgotten the cardinal rule: Ask for Meat, Bread & Cheese. And so I received a fine burger covered in lettuce (innoffensive) as well as pickles, onions, tomato and mayonnaise (utterly foul). What human being eats mayonnaise on a burger?!? Why would one waste good beef in such a fashion? The same goes for onions and tomatoes. These are abominations in the eyes of the Lord (it’s somewhere in Ecclesiastes, I’m sure). And why would one ever eat foul fast-food pickles? I love a good pickle: no fast food restaurant has ever served a decent pickle.

To all the burger joints in all the world: quit shoving slop onto my burgers. Give me meat, bread and cheese—I’ll tart my burger up to my own specs, thankyouverymuch.

Burning Bush?

A Democrat co-worker today posted a bumper sticker which read, The last time someone listened to a Bush, folks wandered around the desert for 40 years. What is amusing about this is, of course, that if the Isrælites had listened to God (the Voice of the burning bush), they wouldn’t have wandered around the desert for 40 years—the wandering was punishment for idolatry or some other such disobedience.

This reminds me of the spelling-challenged idiot who called Bush an idiot, and of course of the Democrats fighting for the votes of the mentally incompetent in the last election (if one cannot figure out a simple ballot, one doesn’t deserve to vote).

It all fits: no-one who is both intellectually honest and educated on the issues can be a leftist—the left is wrong. Thus the Democrats must pander to the liars and the stupid.

Thursday, 01 July 2004

Saddam on Trial

Hussein made his first court appearance today; an Iraqi blog marks the occasion with the post Saddam Is in the Cage. This is an historic moment: hope comes to the Iraqis, and justice will surely fall upon Saddam. In a matter of weeks or months he’ll face the same end he sent so many to, and then his course will have been run.

Sixteen Months

We’re at sixteen months into the Iraq War; Karl Zinsmeister notes that we’re in a much better position now than in other American wars: Washington had surrendered in the French and Indian Wars; he had lost 90% of his strength in the Revolution; in the Second World War, Japan had just conquered all of Southeast Asia and the Pacific, and had occupied American soil for ten years, and meanwhile Germany had conquered Belgium, Denmark, France, Greece, Holland and Yugoslavia.

We’re doing pretty damned well.

Not-for-profits

While taking some training for work today, I discovered that the not-for-profit sector in the US spends more than $500 billion a year—more than the GDP of Brazil, Russia or Australia. What an incredible nation we live in!

Tuesday, 29 June 2004

One Hundred Miles

Today I broke 100 miles on my new bike (bought on the 7th inst.). Not too shabby—the mileage on the old one (which I sold to my younger brother) was only 270–280, and I’d that for a year-and-a-half. Pretty soon I’ll have a thousand!

My Mace Has Arrived!

…and all is well with the world. God’s in His heaven, birds are in the air, and my mace is in my home—its home from now on. Here are a few pictures of the beloved thing:

Isn’t she a beaut? Isn’t it a work of art? Isn’t it simply perfect?

My only problem now is that I really want to start knocking holes in my walls…

Monday, 28 June 2004

Triops

Triops are these weird little three-eyed (hence the name) shrimp which are living fossils; they’ve been around for more than a hundred million years. Very cool.

Sunday, 27 June 2004

Steven Foster’s Relatives

I’ve written previously about Mr. Steven Foster’s superlative bartending site; at its previous location (now taken over by a domain squatter) it served me & my buddy Phil Forshee most ably while we were in college. It is a site to be visited, a site to be archived, a site to remember when need arises (and please be sure to drop Mr. Foster a line—I feel certain that he’d appreciate it).

But that’s not why I write today (well, not totally). Mr. Foster has had the bright idea of posting a page with scans of old sepia-tone photos of his ancestors and relatives: in his words, old pictures of my relatives, look so they are not forgotten. What a piece of Americana! Some happy, some grim; some handsome, some plain, some downright ugly—but each a once living, breathing specimen of our species. Now they all—good, bad, evil & indifferent—rest in the earth which they once walked. My favourite image is the folks lined up by their church (or possibly schoolhouse).

Anyway, visit his site and raise a glass to Foster’s forefathers, and raise another to him. The man has created a true treasure, which deserves to be known, used and lauded.

Pizza Recipe Online

I’ve posted my recipe for pizza—a receipt certain to delight & amuse. An excellent repast, one I’ve finally mastered (despite my earlier crowing, it was only the last week that I nailed the skill down). The secret is sugar—without the sugar, all is lost. That, and plenty of oil in the dough.

Father George

Today I attended the ordination of my friend George, the brother of my friend Dean, to the priesthood; a bit more than three fortnights ago, he had been ordained a deacon. In a twist of ironic fate, I was impressed into service as the videographer—the ironic bit is that I utterly hate the breed. I can tolerate photographers, barely (the finished work is worth it), but the divine services are not meant to be experienced piecemeal, but rather as a whole. I consider the whole thing a sacrilege. The reader may wonder why I performed the job, if I find it so repellent. The answer is simple: God forgives much; the female of the species nothing at all.

Anyway, I did my best, despite the limitations of the medium and my lack of skill (I’d not shot video before this day). There are some good shots, which I feel should edit together into something decent. The only problem is that my instincts at the moment are really for still photography. C'est la vie.

It’s odd to think of George as Fr. George—but so he is, from now on. It’s been a long time coming, but the day has finally arrived. He’s a good guy, and should serve God and His Church well. Axios!

Here are some photos I took afterwards:

The first photo is of Fr. George, his brother Dean and their parents; the second of Fr. & his presvytera Katina; the last of Fr. George & Katina with Fr. Mark and presvytera Anna; Fr. Mark was the Youth Director of the (then) Diocese of Denver a decade ago.

I should note that in real life Fr. George looks nothing like the nerdy neighbour-boy in Better Off Dead; I’m afraid that my camera caught a wrong angle.

Saturday, 26 June 2004

The Sadness of Wedding Invitations

My dear brother and his fair fianceé are getting married in less than a month, and of course I’ve received an invitation (and a very well-done one, too; Mrs. & Miss Burgess have impeccable taste in these things)—said invite came with a response card. I’ve not sent the damned thing in yet, and for a very good reason. The thing has lines for my name, and for whether I will attend, and to indicate whether I will be bringing a girl or not. Certainly I’m attending, and just as certainly I have no girl to invite. But responding with that latter fact is just too bitter.

I hate being single.

Friday, 25 June 2004

Hitchens on Fahrenheit 9/11

Christopher Hitchens, perhaps the most intelligent man on today’s Left, tears Michael Moore a new one. He rips apart the loony’s latest film, pointing out the myriad ways it lies, misleads, self-contradicts, panders and is in general worthless.

Moore has polluted our national discourse for far too long. Will no-one rid us of this troublesome pest?

Iraq and Al Qaeda Did Deal

As Andrew McCarthy notes, Iraq and Al Qaeda were involved with each other. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, leftists!

The European Problem

Declan McCullagh notes that Europe has terrible laws, making it unsuited for the Internet in specific, and business in general. Their most recent foolishness is trying to forbid using the Internet to be insulting (say, by passing around an ethnic joke). What a bunch of rubes.

Bob Bemer, RIP

Bob Bemer, one of the creators of ASCII, the man who invented the escape sequence, recently passed away.

Microsoft Considered Harmful

Russian organised crime is exploiting flaws in IIS and IE to infect Windows hosts. They infect a Windows web servers running Internet Information Server, and then use it to infect visitors who are running Internet Explorer. Meanwhile, users of real OSes, web servers and web browsers are invulnerable. When will the world learn: Microsoft cannot be trusted to run one’s business, home or anything else.

Wednesday, 23 June 2004

Are Pools Dangerous?

These folks want fences and/or alarms to be mandatory on pools, simply because kids can drown. Across the nation, 250 kids die a year in pools; in Florida alone, there are more than a million pools. Am I the only one who finds it ridiculous to make millions of people pay lots of money to prevent a non-problem? More kids probably die of head colds.

Never mind that some of us are single, and have no friends with kids, and therefor are not likely to have any children running about anyway. It really gets on my nerves how parents like to imagine that everyone has children. Half of my property taxes go to public schools—schools which I’d never used, even had I children. Who knows how much of my state and federal taxes go to programmes for children I don’t have. Parents pay fewer taxes than I do, and get more services. Now they want to make swimming pools more expensive.

Tuesday, 22 June 2004

Your Papers, Please

As America sinks further into being a police state, the US Supreme Court has ruled that one may be arrested for having the temerity to refuse to produce ID, even when not driving and not doing anything wrong. Gosh, thanks guys. Perhaps you should authorise mandatory badges indicating one’s religion, sexual orientation and political affiliation. Do any of the justices’ mothers even remember who their fathers were? Bastards.

Zebra, Pelican & Penguin Crossings

Those crazy Brits—first they started out calling crosswalks zebra crossings, from the alternating black and red lines. Then the pelican crossing (PEdestrian LIght CONtrolled crossing) came about. Then there was the puffin crossing (Pedestrian User-Friendly INtelligent crossing). Now there is the toucan crossing. One can only wonder what they will come up with next.

Monday, 21 June 2004

Man’s First Civilian Space Flight

The first civilian space flight has ended successfully. Mike Melvill has become the first civilian to earn astronaut’s wings, by flying SpaceShipOne just over 62½ miles above sea level. This is an historic moment: for the first time, men have entered space without help from any state. Who knows what the future may bring? Asteroid mining—maybe even colonies someday. And perhaps, centuries from now, some physicist will figure out how to travel to the stars. Although I have grave reservations about space exploration, this is how it should be done: private citizens financing the adventure, paving the way for mankind.

What a glorious time to be alive!

Lighters Forbidden on Flights

A month ago I visited my brother Thomas for my birthday; I brought along a fine cigar with a sentimental past (20 years old, once belonging to our grandfather) and my beautiful electric blue Colibri jet lighter, with double cigar cutters and chrome detailing: a true work of art. Foolishly, I packed it in my luggage—and the beasts of the Transportation Security Administration, loathsome and subhuman animals that they are, stole it therefrom. Never mind that not a single æroplane in all of human history has ever been lost due to a lighter. Never mind that it belonged to me. Never mind the Fourth Amendment, which reads:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

Never mind the Seventh Amendment, which reads:

In suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise reexamined in any court of the United States, than according to the rules of the common law.

Never mind that these used to be the United States of America, a bastion of liberty, a beacon illuminating the world. No, my effects were rifled without a warrant; my lighter was stolen without probable cause, without oath or affirmation; I was deprived of $80 without benefit of a jury.

We’ve all read the stories of those children who have had their Christmas presents snatched from their mothers’ bags. A woman cannot travel by air without having her underclothing rifled by thugs. A man cannot cross the country without hazarding his every possession. A child must risk even his lollipops. This is completely intolerable.

This was once a free country. I remember as a boy, how my parents would describe Europe, and how they constantly needed to show identification to travel. That would never happen here, I was told, this is America. Hah! Try boarding a plane without State-issued papers. What happened to our once proud people? What happened to our Constitution? What happened to our freedom?

We shall not be free until every last one of these swine dangles from a gibbet. We shall not enjoy our liberty until their bilious breath ceases to contaminate our once-clean air.

Thomas Jefferson would be ashamed of us. Patrick Henry would be humiliated. George Washington would disavow any relation. We aren’t fit to call ourselves heirs to their legacy. It makes me ill.