Well, the year 2005 is almost over. It’s had its ups and downs, and no doubt 2006 will as well. The years keep on turning and not that much changes. But one never knows: perhaps I’ll get a promotion & a raise, meet a nice girl, see my investments take off and achieve greatness. Also, find a cure for the common cold...
CNN Travel has a great article about bicycling across America. It takes about three months, apparently, and cost the author $4,500. Someday I would really like to do this. Even cycling across Colorado would be awfully cool.
A 16
year old boy from Florida ran off to Iraq for his Christmas
vacation, in an attempt to try his hand at immersion
journalism.
Horribly foolish, and terribly irresponsible, but you
know I rather envy him: it’s a great story to dine out on for the
rest of his life. Who among us hasn’t wanted to enjoy a bit of an
adventure? And what adult is willing to risk it? Heck, when I was 16 I
would have thought this a capital idea.
The campaign which successfully fought to make marijuana legal in Denver is now turning its sights on Colorado, due to the fact that Denver police are still enforcing the state law. The campaigners make an excellent point: why not allow individual cities to make their own decisions? They have a very tough road to walk, and I am almost certain that this first attempt will fail, but bit by hard-won bit we will end Second Prohibition just as surely as we ended the first.
Not that I’m all that eager to smoke dope, myself. It’s the principal at stake which interest me. Although it would be interesting to see what character it would add to a nice Virginia/Latakia mixture...
A Pakistani wretch murdered his stepdaughter (25) and three daughters (8, 7 & 4) because the stepdaughter had slept with a boy; his excuse for killing the other three was that he didn’t wish them to do the same. The coward claims he wished he could do the same to the boy, but one will note that he slew a woman and children whilst they slept, rather than taking on a man in the light of day. It being Pakistan, one hopes that he’ll end up at the end of a rope in very short order.
What sort of backward mindset produces such acts? What sort of loathsome semi-culture can even in the slightest way encourage such a louse? I can understand being upset at one’s adult child for his way of life, and can easily see kicking him out of the house; I can even understand a father wanting to avenge himself on a man who has taken advantage of his daughter; but what perverse thoughts lead a man to so indecently destroy his own progeny?
Well, as I noted if there’s any justice in the world we
won’t have to share our oxygen with this man
for too much longer.
A researcher has found that families with daughters tend to be left wing, and families with sons tend to be right-wing. Even more interestingly, parents of daughters actually become more left-wing over time, and vice-versa for sons. People actually change their political preferences over time!
Somehow I realise that any snide comment I make will probably doom me to an eternity of bachelorhood—but I think any guy can make up his own...
Georgian soldiers came across an infant with spina bifida during a search, and decided to pitch in and help her & her family; they’re working to get her to Georgia, where a doctor has promised to perform the surgery forfree.
Whilst I was over at my folks’ house yesterday for Christmas dinner, my kid brother introduced me to Trespassers William, a truly superb band in the same vein as Splendid and The Sundays—in other words, a band which would have fit in great on a Buffy the Vampire Slayer soundtrack. And in fact, that’s exactly what they did. Say what you will about Buffy the show and it philosophical underpinnings (and there are valid criticisms of both), but it had some excellent music; indeed, some of the best in recent memory.
Anyway, Trespassers William are a great band, and you need to hear their stuff. Also, anyone whose name comes from Milne’s Winnie the Pooh (which is not to be confused with the horrid Disney version) can’t be all bad:-)
And many thanks to Stephen, for bringing them up.
Whilst researching purl, I came upon a list of beer drinks for winter-time, all but one of which are served hot. This is a tradition which needs to be revived. One should note that many of these drinks have reduced alcohol contents due to the heating, and are traditionally served in small cups…
Whilst reading an article about Dickens and the revitalisation of Christmas, I came across a reference to purl, which it calls a hot punch made of beer, ginger, sugar and gin. I immediately grabbed a bottle of Lakefront’s New Grist (incidentally, a sorghum beer brewed for those who avoid gluten—it’s rather sour), tossed it in a pot, added a tablespoon of white sugar & two cloves and shook some ground ginger over it. When it was hot but not quite yet boiling, I took it from the heat, poured in a large mug and tossed in a shot of gin.
I gotta say that those Victorians may have been on to something. There’s a tang which I’d like to avoid, but otherwise this could be the start of something grand. I think my next attempt will leave out the cloves, and possibly toss in some nutmeg.
In December 1914, just a few months into the Great War, British & German soldiers stopped firing and celebrated Christmas together. A relic of a better, nobler time.
Let us all celebrate the birth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ; God who became Man that we might become like Him; Creator of all Who was born of a virgin. Today is a festival day second only to the feast of His Resurrection; it and the following days should be kept with joy. Decorate your homes; throw parties; ring bells; put on your Sunday best and tell the entire world the good news!
I just found a blog entry alleging that the Germans were willing in 1944 to trade one million Jews in return for 10,000 trucks along with coffee, tea, cocoa and soap. I’ve no idea if this is true or not, but if true then apparently the Allies refused the deal.
A Russian blog has an article on how to consume massive quantities of vodka and stay sober, as the Russians do. It boils down to preparation & pacing. On the preparation side, one eats some boiled potatoes and drinks raw eggs & olive oil (an American book of the ’30s recommends a regimen of olive oil for the same reason); this fills the stomach with pure carbohydrates and then coats it with oils, which moderate the absorption of alcohol.
On the pacing side, he recommends only drinking vodka, no beer, wine, water, juice or carbonation. This is because once one has gone into heavy drinking mode, and water will merely strip the protective oil lining in one’s stomach. He also makes a point of eating sour, salty & oily foods. These replenish the protective lining and give the body plenty of the substances it needs to deal with alcohol properly. The third component is constant intellectual conversation; if one is slow or morose then the alcohol clouds one’s mind. Finally, close the evening with some tea and cakes to cap off the stomach and feed a little bit of stimulants in.
Now, this doesn’t so much keep one from being legally drunk (one would still be over the legal limit for driving) as from actually drunk and sotted. All in all, a highly useful guide.
For beer drinking sessions, I recommend a similar regimen, with plenty of greasy, salty foods, e.g. a Reuben with a sideof deep-fried potatoes.
I just found a link to Courtney love Does the Math, from a speech the musician gave some time ago (a few years, IIRC). In it she points out the absurdity of the recording industry and how artists are underpaid while the industry makes a very great deal of money. She also points out the corruption of our political system: a congressional aide named Mitch Glazier fraudulently inserted an amendment into an unrelated act to redefine music as a work for hire—for this service he was made a lobbyist by the RIAA. I don’t care for Miss Love’s music nor her politics in general, but on this issue in particularshe is spot on.
Paul Graham writes in praise of procrastination. He points out that since one can’t so everything which needs to be done all at once, one must prioritise and do the high-priority tasks first; this means that one is not working on the low-priority tasks. He notes that an absent-minded professor who forgets to shave or iron his coat is working on a problem the solution to which he will be famous for; which is better: to shave this morning or to win undying fame?
An airline reservation agent illustrates the awesome ignorance of our fellow men.
Seeing some pictures taken by Buzz Andersen, I really discovered the Cult of Feuerganzebowle. I really want to do this some year.
My acquaintance John noted that Benedict XVI was seen wearing a mediæval papal hat. I gotta say that in many ways I’m liking the Catholics’ choice for pontiff: he’s apparently a traditionalist theologically, liturgically and in terms of haberdashery. We’ll see how he turns out, of course. But any man who resurrects mediæval fashions can’t be all bad!
Some days ago I wrote against mechanism, that folly which believes we are all but machines, carrying on like robots. There are several philosophies which deny mechanism, but the one I’m interested in today is called vitalism. The basic idea is that there is something which makes living matter different from dead; some vital force or energy, something additional which gives life.
Many believe that vitalism was dealt a death-blow by Wöhler’s synthesis of urea. The argument was that artificially-produced urea is chemically indistinguishable from the natural stuff, and therefor there’s no difference between the natural and the artificial. This is, quite obviously, just so much nonsense. Certainly, the chemically-produced stuff is chemically indistinguishable from the natural stuff, but isn’t that to be expected? A blind man may find an elephant indistinguishable from a tree when all he can perceive are its legs, after all.
What if there were more than the merely chemical? Were that the case (and I believe it is), then a substance which acts identically to another in the chemical sense may in fact act oddly in other senses. Something to consider.
Vitalism bears on medicine in particular. Is the business of a
physician to fix what’s broken, or to restore a balance such that
the body can (normally) heal itself? Does the concept of balance
even compute? I’ll be writing more on this...
I’ve no idea if his ideas are any good, but Ovid’s books on love have been around for quite a long time, so they are probably not wholly incorrect. The man was a poet, after all—and we all know what sort of reputation poets have; on the other hand the very first book of his Art of Love goes on at length about the capture of the Sabine women, so perhaps his ideas are just a touch too old-fashioned…
A young man in high school was refused entrance to a school dance for wearing a kilt. He was wearing the kilt, white shirt and black tie—nothing rude or course, from the sound of it. And yet the insufferable twit who is principal there wouldn’t let him in.
Movie Puppet Theatre is a collection of hand-puppet parodies of well-known films. Quite amusing.
Have you ever read about David Hahn? As a teenager, he built a primitive nuclear reactor and ended up endangering up to 40,000 people. A very cool story about just how easy it is to do such things. And to think that I wasted my time writing encryption programs…
A scientist has engineered tobacco to produce an anthrax vaccine. The current vaccine has severe side effects; the tobacco-derived vaccine does not.
Spotted an article about Jorf, a programming language which came out at about the same time as Perl and Python, and had some neat ideas—unfortunately, nothing came of it.
I just finished watching the Gerard Depardieu version of Cyrano de Bergerac. What a film! To be able to write of love as he did would be a gift indeed. If you’ve not seen it yet, get thee to a rental store or Netflix and check it out.
I’d like to write today about what I believe is a highly erroneous philosophy, albeit one which is hugely popular nowadays: mechanism. What is mechanism? It’s the theory that all phenomena may be explained by physical causes. That is, a billiard ball moves as it dœs because of the force and angle with which it was struck, the gravitational pull of every other object in the universe, the interaction of the ball’s atoms and the felt’s and so on. That’s good enough so far as it gœs.
But mechanism gœs even further: it believes that life can be explained the same way. A plant exists as it dœs simply as the result of various physical processes which have been continuing since life first arose; a dog runs because of other processes; and a man lives, breathes, loves & believes due to the chemical interactions going on in his body.
In short, mechanism denies the existence of the soul; in its view,
love, belief, hatred, envy and so forth are merely chemical phenomena.
So baldly stated, one would hope that most folks would reject it, but
many do not. Indeed, many embrace it; in their view men are merely
machines. A criminal is not jailed because what he did is wrong, but
because he is broken (thus the focus on fixing
him, rather than
on punishment).
An interesting—and recent—argument against mechanistic theory derives from Gödel’s proof in the early 20th century that there are statements which we know to be true, but which are mathematically unprovable. A machine can only prove what is mechanically (i.e. mathematically) provable, and therefor cannot prove these sentences. And yet we know they are true, and thus we cannot be machines.
What is the alternative to mechanism? Vitalism, about which I shall write further...
I recently purchased a mate (a gourd cup), a bombilla (metal filter-straw) and a supply of yerba mate. Yerba mate is a South American herb used to make a tea which is both stimulating & healthy, similar to but better than green tea. It’s all the rage in Argentina & Brazil, and is becoming popular here in the US. Me, I figure I can use another hobby which involves herbs and specialised hardware—after all, I can’t be smoking a pipe all the time...
The Taliban killed a man for teaching girls. This is the sort of thing we’re fighting!
Despite the leftists’ claim that Katrina harmed blacks more than whites, the hurricane killed whites in disproportionate numbers. Interestingly, the numbers of men vs. women were proportionate. I wonder why it was that race was a factor. There’s some interesting research to do there. Perhaps more whites (being on average wealthier) are homeowners, and stayed with their homes, while blacks left rented properties to seek shelter elsewhere? That’s just a guess, though.
I saw a cool menu plan to feed a family of 4–6 for $45/week. It dœsn’t appear to be terribly healthy, but when money’s short health can wait.
I’d never heard of this, but back in ’94 a disgruntled Federal Express tried to kill the crew of an æroplane and crash it into the company’s headquarters. Fortunately for all concerned, the crew managed to subdue him, albeitat great personal cost.
A Frog managed to court his own mother online. I just want to say, as a devoted watcher of Brit-com, that I am laughing very, very, very smugly right now.
A motorcyclist named Matt had his ride's sparkplugs sawed off for use as crack pipes, rendering it immobile. Twice. In a row. And thus he has written this finely crafted rant against the folks who did this. Me, I think he should go for Options 2 & 3.
Cal Thomas has an
interesting perspective on wanting to hear Merry Christmas
;
he asks why so many Christians feel a need to hear others acknowledge
Christmas. I don’t fully agree with him, although there is some
merit to his argument. I would like folks to quit pretending
that 25 December is some generic festival day.
Last Thursday I took my final vacation day of 2005; this was my schedule: rise at about 1030; shower; shave; walk down to the local C.B. & Pott’s for a beer; walk over to the theatre to watch Pride & Prejudice; walk back to the Pott’s for some more beers; then walk on home. It was a nice day.
This rendition of Jane Austen’s classic is in some ways more faithful than others, but overall I wasn’t all that impressed. First, the good bit: Mr. Darcy is much more like he is portrayed by Austen herself: aloof and unlikable. The problem is that she dœsn’t really give us much reason for us to root for him in the book, and this film dœsn’t either. As for the rest of the cast, they turn in performances of varying quality. Donald Sutherland was essentially phoning it in, which is a pity as the character of Mr. Bennet is in some ways the most sympathetic of them all. Brenda Blethyn dœs an excellent overwrought job as Mrs. Bennet. Kelly Reilly is a non-entity as Miss Bingley—she should have studied Anna Chancellor in the ’95 BBC/A&E production. Rupert Friend is barely there as Mr. Wickham.
As for Miss Knightly (who plays the part of Miss Elizabeth Bennet, our heroine), I found her more annoying than anything else. For one thing, the director found it necessary for her to giggle at the most inapt times. I’m not certain why this was done, save perhaps to drive home the point that she’s younger than we would expect (in two other places, references to brides of 15 are made, so perhaps this was part of a scheme). Regardless, it’s a damned nuisance. Girlish laughter is wonderful in its place, but silly otherwise—and it’s definitely on the silly side in this instance. Regarding Miss Knightly herself, I don’t find her all that attractive: sure her figure has its appeal, and she has a lovely long neck, but there’s something about her face which is a real turn-off to me. She should be lovely, but somehow…isn’t. Now, Jennifer Ehle isn’t a great beauty herself (and is in fact less of one than Keira Knightly), but she is a fine actress with great talents, and her portrayal of Miss Bennet was excellent; Knightly hasn’t talent to fall back on. I will give her this much: she has poor teeth, and yet is widely accounted a looker. I’m very heartened by this: unlike so many actresses who starve themselves, who suffer surgery and otherwise mold themselves to fit some imagined ideal, Keira Knightly hasn’t bothered to get braces. There’s something quite laudable in that. Now if only she were an actress to boot...
As an aside, I’ve always wanted to think that I’m Mr. Darcy, but I rather fear that I’m actually Mr. Collins.
I have broken into the ranks of the top 10,000 traders on the Hollywood Stock Exchange—9,883 today, to be exact—with a net worth of H$88,362,504.50. I’m unsure when this happened, to tell the truth; it must have been some weeks. Regardless, I’m quite pleased with myself: I have bested 98.53% of the traders out there. Now comes the long hard slog of advancing further yet, until finally the coveted #1 spot is mine. Given that the current top-ranked player has had a 351,090% gain and I’ve only had a 4,242% gain, this should take me awhile…
At this year’s rate, that works out to about 1,500 years if my math is right. So I’ve some work ahead of me:-)
Today I returned to the IBM facility in Boulder for the first time in many months. I used to go up there at least once a month, often twice or thrice, and my old teams were based out of there, but it’s been a long time since either has been the case. This time I & a co-worker were up there to meet with our peers on the Distributed Ops side of the house (IBM have lately realised that perhaps it’s not the best idea to have employees working together who’ve never met; it leads to finger-pointing between teams, whereas a firm social foundation helps solve problems more quickly and builds professional respect—but that’s another blog entry).
The visit felt a lot like my homecoming; both I & my co-worker ran into many folks we’d worked with in the past, and walking around the campus was like walking around AC’s or one’s old neighbourhood: things had changed, whilst others remained the same, some people were still there and others had long gone.
It was a bittersweet visit, but I’m glad that I went.
Sodolak’s Original Country Inn has invented chicken fried bacon. So bad it sounds good...
Happynews.com is a website for good news only. Not my cup o’ tea, but if one’s an optimist perhaps one would find it congenial.
Most nations which contribute aid to foreign countries allow that aid to be used to purchase local goods & food; not so the United States, which mandate that it be used to purchase US goods & food. This of course puts money into the pockets of agribusiness, and harms the local economies of the areas being aided. President Bush tried to liberalise this, but the Congress voted it down. It’s a pity, as it would help our aid be more effective and its positive results longer-lasting.
Warning: the following post contains spoilers if one has not read The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe!
One thing which I think the filmmakers did excellently was in their handling of the White Witch. She, of course, represents Satan and sin, and is very attractive and friendly at first; there’re some obvious reasons for Edmund to be attracted to her. Just as is often the case with sin, he was given reasons not to fall in with her—and yet he chose to join her anyway. Of course, once he had cast his lot with her, he suddenly realised how wrong he has been: what had been attractive was revealed as ugly and rotten, but by then it was too late.
Or not quite yet too late, for of course it’s never too late to be extricated from a sinful life. And that’s exactly what Aslan d&œlig;s: rescues and redeems Edmund. Very well done, I thought.
OTOH, for some reason there were some beast-headed humanoids on the good side, which I think g&œlig;s against everything Lewis wrote. IIRC, the good creatures of Narnia are either beasts or fabulous creatures with beasts’ bodies and men’s heads (e.g. centaurs or satyrs), while the evil creatures are sometimes beasts and sometimes creatures with men’s bodies and beasts’ heads (e.g. minotaurs). But perhaps I misremember something…
I went to see The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe with my folks and youngest brother last night (one of the worst things about having a dispersed family is not being able to go to big premiers together). Our verdict? Very good. Not the most technically apt film ever (there’s actually one bit with obvious blue-screening…), but it dœs a very good job in most bits. The acting is actually pretty decent, unlike what most reviewers have reported. It’s just great to finally see the Narnian world on the big screen.
R. Preston McAfee has released a free Introduction to Economics. I’m not able to judge its quality, but it looks reasonably good.
Yesterday was Pearl Harbour Day; I don’t believe I saw mention of it in a single source. Today was the anniversary of John Lennon’s murder—and every TV I’ve seen had something about it. How wrong is that?
Peter Drucker sets forth the Five Deadly Business Sins. Something to keep in mind if one’s running one’s own firm.
This week I’m using up the last of my vacation time and am only working two days: today and Friday. You know, it’s been so nice that I’m seriously considering taking a 20% pay cut and working only four days. Heck, a 40% cut and I could only work three days a week, every week. That could be pretty damned nice, really. And I think I could just make it work...
An artist in the late 19-teens slowly went insane due to schizophrenia; a thought-provoking website chronicles this through his work. In each painting one can see the man slowly losing his grip on reality. Quite remarkable, really.
CNN reports that many
megachurches
will be closed on Christmas Day. Why? Because
it’s a family day
. No, Christmas is not about family; nor
is it about giving; it’s about the birth of Jesus Christ, Son of
God and God, our Lord and Savior. It’s not about us. Repeat, for
all you megachurch-gœrs: it’s not about
you! I may be one of the vainest, most pompous, most
egotistical, most self-centred folks out there, but even I haven’t
the sheer chutzpah to think that Christmas is
about me!
HarperCollins have decided that young children are too delicate to be exposed to a picture of Clement Hurd, illustrator of the beloved children’s book Goodnight Moon, and thus the picture will be censored—digitally altered to remove the cig from Mr. Hurd’s fingers. A Web site, Goodnight Reality, has been created to oppose this revisionism. As it points out, Stalin altered photographs to remove inconvenient facts. Heck, when even the New York Times mocks you, maybe you should reconsider.
Gene Stover has written an amusing account with one of the dumbest mouth-breathers in recorded history; unfortunately the demi-ape in question was managing the project he was working on at the time. Incredible.
Every year since 1977 Diego & Susy Golberg (an Argentinian couple) have taken a picture of each member of their family. The result is an interesting time-lapse view of their family’s growth and ageing. It also provides an unique example of how differently men and women grow old.
Jeff Stout, one of my fellow parishioners, was named a Rhodes Scholar. He’s a sharp young man with a bright future in front of him: not only is he a Rhodes Scholar, but he’s also a subdeacon at St. Mark’s and will be married in January (Antiochian subdeacons are allowed to marry; I don’t know if Russians are or not, but suspect not; the Greeks don’t use subdeacons in this country). From my few conversations with him he ranks among the most intelligent men I’ve ever known. Congratulations to him!
Some years ago Idle Words compared
two randomly-selected public school lunch menus, one French & one
American. The difference is quite remarkable: each French lunch is
structured, with an appetiser (generally a salad, but once a liver
paté with a pickled gherkin), a main course, a vegetable, a
cheese course and a dessert. The French children are being educated
about eating, even while dining at school. Meanwhile, their American
peers get a single course consisting of spare pig, chicken or beef parts
(i.e. hot dogs, chicken fingers
& burgers). The whole
analysis is really quite interesting.
David Carkeet delivers some notes on how to survive freefall. Of course, it’s all a joke—if you follow its advice and die, don’t blame me...
Steve Pavlina wrote a quick little guide to getting better sleep and less, then wrote an addendum a short time later. Worth reading.
I saw this on Slashdot of all places!
But though our present account is of this nature we must give what help we can. First, then, let us consider this, that it is the nature of such things to be destroyed by defect and excess, as we see in the case of strength and of health (for to gain light on things imperceptible we must use the evidence of sensible things); both excessive and defective exercise destroys the strength, and similarly drink or food which is above or below a certain amount destroys the health, while that which is proportionate both produces and increases and preserves it. So too is it, then, in the case of temperance and courage and the other virtues. For the man who flies from and fears everything and dœs not stand his ground against anything becomes a coward, and the man who fears nothing at all but gœs to meet every danger becomes rash; and similarly the man who indulges in every pleasure and abstains from none becomes self-indulgent, while the man who shuns every pleasure, as boors do, becomes in a way insensible; temperance and courage, then, are destroyed by excess and defect, and preserved by the mean.
—Aristotle, the Nicomachean Ethics.
In other words, everything in moderation.
On Friday I started playing around with MoinMoin Desktop Edition; it’s a personal wiki. The idea is that it can act like a free-form personal information manager. Playing around, it looks pretty neat; I’ll be using it over the next month or two and will see how it actually works out in practise.
Just discovered Cunnan, a wiki for mediævalists and re-enactors, with a pretty strong SCA focus. I’ve already done some work on mediæval recipes and cookbooks.
My old acquaintance and college roommate John Gipson writes
about the absurdity of the term pre-owned
; he's right, of
course. It's a ludicrous phrase invented by some sad fellow stuck in a
little cubicle somewhere. The proper word is, of course, used.
This morning Singapore executed a young Vietnamese with Australian
citizenship was executed. His crime
? He had carried nearly a
pound of heroin into an airport there, while in transit to some other
destination. Many across the world are outraged, but for exactly the
wrong reasons.
Indeed, most opposition has been based on a misguided hatred of capital punishment rather than a recognition that no legitimate crime was committed. Was the hanging wrong because hanging is somehow barbaric? Hardly—a properly carried out hanging is a fairly humane procedure. Was it wrong because execution is wrong? Hardly—execution is a proper punishment for certain horrendous crimes (e.g. murder, rape, treason, perhaps kidnapping and possibly certain kinds of theft). No, the execution of Nguyen Tuong Van was wrong because there is no more wrong with carrying heroin than with carrying boxes of soap. That, not some theoretical folly regarding the death penalty, is the problem here. Many opponents of the hanging would have been satisfied with life in prison for a man who had done naught wrongat all.
It’s not the things you do that you regret, but the things you don’t do. I’ve done things I wish I’d never even thought of, but I can write them off as learning experiences, or as the acts of a young fool, but the things which I’ve never done I can never do. As an example, several years ago the Righteous Brothers came through town; my mother mentioned it to me, but I didn’t want to spend the $40 on a ticket. Less than a year later (a few months later, IIRC), one of the duo was dead and there will be no more Righteous Brothers concerts ever. $40 could have bought me an unrepeatable experience, and instead I’ve a lifetime of regret.
Likewise, when my brother Tom graduated from the Naval Academy all the midshipmen jumped from the 30 foot diving board in their parade uniforms (the tradition owes itself to the fact that the Navy has no parade uniforms and thus that the men’s parade uniforms are superfluous after graduation). He and his buddies tried to get me to go with him, but I resisted. There were officials trying to keep civilians off the board, and I wasn’t exactly keen on the idea anyway—why, I’d have to walk all the way back to our rental home to change my clothes! Well, that was a mistake: my brother will never again graduate, and I’ll never be able to jump off the 30’ diving board with him.
Another example is pledging Tri-Gam. All of my friends in college were members of Gamma Gamma Gamma; I attended nearly every GTE (their Thursday party); I drank gallon upon gallon of their beer; and yet I never pledged. I dearly wish today that I could; indeed, I would give several thousand dollars in order to be one of their number. But I cannot: even if I gave the money and they called me one of their own I never would be one in truth.
A lesser instance was when several friends drove down to Shreveport to do some gambling (a 10 hour round trip IIRC). I forget now why I didn’t go—but I’ll never again have the chance to drive out to Shreveport with some buddies in college.
Then there was the girl who, in hindsight, was very interested in me—and I never even noticed. And I was interested in her! There’s an error to haunt me for the rest of my days, for even had things not culminated satisfactorily we would both have learnt a bit.
All this is part of why I went to Germany with my brother Stephen last week. Yeah, it may not be the wisest use of my money, but who’s to say that I’ll ever have the opportunity again? Maybe I’ll lose my job next year; maybe I’ll meet a wonderful girl and spend my fortune making her happy; maybe I’ll be hit by a truck and live out the rest of my life in a hospital bed. But this was a chance to go and spend time with one of my brothers (hopefully two, but that didn’t pan out, unfortunately). Had I not taken it, I’d have spent the rest of my life regretting the choice; even had I a rotten time (to the contrary, it was wonderful), I’d have merely regretted it for a year or two. The choice is easy.
The regret I feel for the many things I wish I’dnot done is nothing like that for the things I wish I had done. I have decades to repent what I’ve done, but there’s no second chance to do what I’ve not.
Anthony Bryant has created a beautiful set of SCA postage stamps. They are valid postage, albeit a touch expensive (almost thrice normal postage). If anyone wishes to send me an Outlands set, he’ll be my friend for life.
Johan Norberg writes about the good Nike has done in Vietnam. While it’s true that their wages and working conditions are poor by our standards, they are more than generous in Vietnam; indeed there are more seeking work at Nike than elsewhere, and local shoe factories are trying to learn lessons therefrom. Something you won’t here from anti-globalisation loons. Not that there aren’t some very good arguments against unwise globalisation, and not that there aren’t some excellent arguments in favour of what’s called fair trade (really a silly name, since any free trade is fair, else it wouldn’t be made).
Deroy Murdock tours to New Orleans after the floodwaters have receded and as the city very slowly returns to normal. I’m thinking that it might be nice to visit there in ’06, to see how it’s recovering and to contribute some of my tourist dollars.
Graham Hoyland will be climbing Mount Everest in replicas of 1924 mountaineering gear. It’s pretty cool: they have layers of silk, cotton and wool: the silk provides wind-proofing, and the silk and wool slide very easily against one another to facilitate movement. Their theory is that this clothing is in some ways better than modern clothing—particularly vis-a-vis weight.
Of course, I could have told ’em that: just look at a decent gentleman’s coat vs. a modern winter coat. The one is lightweight and warm; the other is heavy and alternates between too cold and too hot. Natural fibres rock, synthetics suck, period.
OTOH, I can’t say that I like anything which increases the demand for wool or silk. But perhaps increased demand could lead to increased supply due to entrepreneurial possibilities or something. What this world needs is wool at $1/yd.
The Amazing Still is a room-temperature distillation apparatus which produces ½–1 quart of 40–50% spirit per day. Pretty slick!
An inventor in Minnesota has invented coloured soap bubbles, the culmination of 11 years of work. The science behind it is very neat indeed.
Just saw a link to video of a Harrier hovering over a crowded beach—and then failing to hover anymore. Fortunately the pilot was unhurt and the plane crashed far enough from onlookers that no one was injured. Must have been quite exciting, though. Happened in August 2002; Google for Tony Cann to learn more…
My brother & I found German food very agreeable. It’s quite hearty and savoury, with a great emphasis on meat & potatoes—but rather more flavour than one might expect from those ingredients. E.g. there are boiled potatoes—called salzkartoffeln—which I believe must be boiled in broth; they are rather more delicious than just simple boiled potatoes. Or possibly it’s just the use of heavily salted water, as the name suggests. However they’re cooked, they are wonderful.
The sausages, of course, were quite tasty. Even the cheap hot-dog class wursts (such as the famous Berliner currywursts) were a cut above what one might expect. And the good ones were simply superb.
We also had the German versions of Thai, Spanish and Italian food, and were never disappointed therewith. In fact, the Thai and Italian meals were particularly memorable during our stay.
Then there was the Kaufhaus des Westens, an immense department store with two floors devoted to food & drink…
All in all, I can heartily recommend Berlin to anyone with an appetite.
Americans tend to think of Germany as the home of excellent beer; I’m sorry to report that I can’t concur. It’s good, no doubt, and far better than American beer, but it’s just not all that interesting. English beer is far superior: much more complex. German beers are a study in cleanliness of flavour, while I prefer something busier. Still, it was good to have and drink.
An interesting fact is that beer, wine & liquor can be bought nearly anywhere in Germany: bars; restaurants; grocery stores; juice stores; sandwich stalls—anywhere. Apparently they haven’t the licensing laws which we’ve inflicted upon ourselves. The drinking age is 16 for beer and 18 for liquor, but doesn’t really seem to be enforced; it appears that one can drink in a restaurant with a meal with one’s parents. One can even drink beer openly on the street: my brother and I shared a lunch of bread, cheese, sausage, juice and beer directly in front of a police station. The bars can stay open as late as they like, and yet nearly every one is closed by midnight or one. You see, despite their lax drinking laws (or perhaps because of them?) Germans just don’t seem to drink all that much. I don’t believe that I saw anyone drunk while in Germany, to tell the truth.
No doubt Berliners get drunk, but they seem to do it far less than Denverites.
My brother and I both noticed that the girls in Berlin are for the most part much prettier than those over here—more attractive even than Texas girls. They’re not quite as attractive as London girls, but aren’t nearly as stylish. Their features are finer than ours, more distinguished and rather more interesting. I think that gals over there are so good looking because the German gals are German and the English, English. Over here we’re all mutts (I more than many), and IMHO it hurts our looks.
There is now a blog value calculator which is somehow based on the value of the AOL-Weblogs, Inc. deal. Apparently Octopodial Chrome is worth $2,822.70. Given the number of hours I’ve put into it (1,205 articles, assuming 4 minutes per article), that works out to roughly $35/hr. Not too shabby!
Well, my previously reported Berlin trip is now officially over: after a long set of delayed flights my brother Stephen & I have returned to the good ol’ US of A. It was a wonderful trip, and I'll be certain to give a full accounting over the next several days. For now, I’m gonna hit the sack.
Allin Cottrell believes that word processors are stupid & inefficient. While those might not be the exact words I'd choose, they are quite true. For the vast majority of computerised document preparation, word processors are not the correct tool to use.
I just shelled out quite a few shekels in order to have my furnace repaired. Worth it, though, especially as it’s snowing tonight.
Golly, is ownership fun! Were I still in an apartment, it’d be the owner’s responsibility to fix such things (and thus I’d have had air condition this summer); instead, I get to put them off until the very last moment and pay for them with my own hard-earned cash. And in return for the additional headaches, I get a residence which I cannot leave on a month’s notice, but for which I must pay until I can sell it to another. Whoopee!
Most folks don't realise that mandatory direct election of senators is relatively recent. It used to be that each state could choose its senators however it wanted: some chose direct election and some appointed their senators. In fact, early on I believe that senators served almost like ambassadors: they had to vote as their states directed. I don't believe that governors ever regularly appointed senators, although I could be mistaken in that regard.
This is a system to which we ought to return. The populace already have a directly-elected body: the House of Representatives. Moreover, direct election of senators obscures the fact that ours is a federal republic, a union of states rather than a simple national government. Returning to the earlier system would reinforce that fact, and perhaps do some good in forestalling those who think that every law should be passed in Washington rather than in the state legislatures.
Jeffrey Carver has put up Writing Science Fiction & Fantasy, a nice guide to writing that most enjoyable form of fiction. Seen on jackdied.com.
While searching for information about rithmomachia, I discovered The Game Report, which has reviews of various unusual games & such. Naught about rithmomachia, but that’s just my luck.