No-one runs Linux, right? Well, not quite: here’s a list of fifty Linux users you might not expect. From our own government, to foreign states, to aircraft, to some of your favourite websites, Linux is everywere.
Why not give Ubuntu a spin today?
No-one runs Linux, right? Well, not quite: here’s a list of fifty Linux users you might not expect. From our own government, to foreign states, to aircraft, to some of your favourite websites, Linux is everywere.
Why not give Ubuntu a spin today?
A.J.P. Taylor wrote this in 1970:
Until August 1914 a sensible, law-abiding Englishman could pass through life and hardly notice the existence of the state, beyond the post office and the policeman. He could live where he liked and as he liked. He had no official number or identity card. He could travel abroad or leave his country for ever without a passport or any sort of official permission. He could exchange his money for any other currency without restriction or limit. He could buy goods from any country in the world on the same terms as he bought goods at home. For that matter, a foreigner could spend his life in this country without permit and without informing the police. Unlike the countries of the European continent, the state did not require its citizens to perform military service. An Englishman could enlist, if he chose, in the regular army, the navy, or the territorials. He could also ignore, if he chose, the demands of national defence. Substantial householders were occasionally called on for jury service. Otherwise, only those helped the state who wished to do so. The Englishman paid taxes on a modest scale: nearly £200 million in 1913–14, or rather less than 8 per cent. of the national income. … broadly speaking, the state acted only to help those who could not help themselves. It left the adult citizen alone.
Is there anywhere in the world today so free?
Hat-tip to Daniel Pipes.
I’d be interested to know what my Greek friends think of Napoleon Linardato’s take on the Greek economic situation. It certainly seems very unhealthy for one in four workers to be State employees.
Thanks to Mom for forwarding this clip of a submarine rescuing airmen some seventy miles off the coast of Japan. Neat seeing it in colour too.
This is abso-frickin-lutely
woman in Texas was convicted of a felony for spanking her daughter.
She didn’t use a belt. She wasn’t (apparently, from
anything I’ve read on the case) beating the girl; she just spanked
her. Judge Jose Longoria told her,
you don’t spank children
today, and sentenced her to five years of probation. As it’s
a felony, she’ll never be permitted to vote or own a firearm
It’s conceivable of course that she really did overstep the bounds, but I doubt it: from the facts as reported in multiple sources, I suspect this whole thing was really a ploy for her ex’s mother to get the kids. Well, the grandmother has them now, and the mother’s life is ruined.
I wonder if the judge has kids, and if so exactly how rotten they are.
No, Judge Longoria, one does spank a child today, if he or she needs it.
I just discovered this wonderful Who’s Who of Isaac Asimov’s Foundation and Robots series. Very good to have on hand if you, like me, discovered Asimov at an impressionable age and devoured every single thing you could get your hands on.
Jeffrey Goldberg marks this Fathers’ Day with a story about Thomas Woude, a man who died saving his son. I’ve no doubt that my own father would have done the same for us—fortunately, it has never come to that.
I just discovered Lightweight Portable Security a Linux distribution released by the US Air Force. The idea is that it’s a system which boots from a CD or flash drive and works entirely in volatile memory—thus any malware is unable to survive a reboot.
They even have an LPS-Remote Access which is the only way to access government systems without government-furnished equipment. That’s pretty cool!
It’s a nifty idea, particularly for folks who have to travel and use unknown hardware a lot. Of course, a true paranoid would develop his own version of LPS, not use one from the Air Force.
Well, today marks a centuury since International Business Machines was founded. I know we employees like to complain a lot, but it really is an amazing company—and has paid my wages for over a decade. Here’s to another hundred!
One of the few things I miss about Fedora when using Ubuntu and related GNU/Linux distributions is the ease of setting up fairly complex disk partitioning schemes. I’m a big believer in disk mirroring (to protect against hard drive failure) and in encryption (to protect against data loss due to hardware theft), and Ubuntu requires use of an alternate, text-based installer while Linux Mint doesn’t even do that much.
Fortunately, this is Linux, which means I have all the tools I need to get this to work. Many thanks to this guide from 2008, which provided the base instructions.
Note that I do not set up software RAID (mirroring) in this case, as these instructions are for a laptop. If you want mirroring, my advice is to build two partitions on each mirror, one for /boot and one for the mirror volume, then build an encrypted volume atop the mirrored volume; add that encrypted volume to a volume group; and finally build logical volumes in that volume group.
A note about naming: throughout these instructions I refer to rootvg as the root volume group. This is fine for small installations; however, if you ever move disks between computers that also have their own group called rootvg, this causes trouble (generally, failure to recognise the new physical and logical volumes). For that reason, in practice I usually name my volume group with some unique name, perhaps related to the hostname.
cryptpv /dev/sda5 none luks
/dev/mapper/rootvg-swaplv none swap 0 0
dm_mod dm_crypt sha256_generic æs-i586
After following these instructions, you should have a fully-encrypted root volume running Linux Mint.
A star in the constellation Scorpio has been named after Saint Afanasy of Kovrov, who was persecuted under the Soviet union. I think naming objects after great heroes—whether of the Church, of the State or of the Academy—is a splendid idea.
Babbage, over at The Economist, explains why mobile phones can’t cause cancer. It’s a basic principle, really: they simply don’t emit enough energy to produce free radicals.
Granted, it could be that wearing them causes shifts in how one moves, and that might conceivably cause certain health issues like osteoporosis. But that would apply equally to other things one wears (like pistols or purses). And of course it’s not cancer.
In today’s edition of The World is Doomed, we review a case wherein cops who claim children under ten years are only allowed in their parents’ yard.
Now, this is on the face of it absurd. Almost exactly four years ago I mentioned a story about children losing the right to roam which featured a great-grandfather who would walk six miles to go fishing. There’s nothing at all wrong with that! In fact, given the very large number of Americans who are morbidly obese, maybe more six-year-olds should be playing outside their parents’ lawns.
Regardless, if parents wish to allow their kids to run free (and of course assume responsibility for any misbehaviour those kids get up to), that’s the parents’ right. Neither the State nor its agents have any business intruding a nose where it’s not wanted.
It’s an open secret that the position-filling business is badly broken. The employer doesn’t have any real confidence that the selected candidate is a good fit; the employee doesn’t have any real confidence that the selected employer is a good fit; instead the employee assuages the employer with a thesaurus-generated resumé and the employer assuages the employee with money. This is just dumb.
Jason Freedman suggests an alternative that just could work: being on potential hires as short-term contractors. Both parties can then get some experience working with one another and see if the position is a good fit. And if it’s not, the psychological cost of severing the relationship is much lower than even with probationary periods.
It’s probable that HR departments would have to refashion themselves to do this, especially in larger corporations, but that’s their job.
I wonder if anyone can think of downsides of this idea. The only one which comes to my mind is that current law assumes too much about people being long-term employees (e.g. with the way health insurance is taxed). But that can be changed, and probably should anyway.
Caught a reference to this on a blog today:
My Love is of a birth as rare
As ’tis, for object, strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair,
Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble hope could ne’er have flown,
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed;
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic power depose.
And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have placed,
[Though Love’s whole world on us doth wheel],
Not by themselves to be embraced,
Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear.
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp’d into a planisphere.
As lines, so love’s oblique, may well
Themselves in every angle greet:
But ours, so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.
Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
—Andrew Marvell, 1892
I particularly like the seventh stanza.
As part of my ongoing series covering the imminent death of Western
civilisation, I bring you the
chemistry set. I think this is the inevitable
result of a few of the trends in our society, partly the War on Some
Drugs but also the infantilisation of childhood.
Guess what, parents—your kids won’t grow up if you
don’t let them! When I was a boy Mom & Dad bought us these
great chemistry sets with all sorts of poisonous and caustic chemicals,
and yet we didn’t kill ourselves or anyone else (no, not even with
the cobalt or the cyanide). And I was playing with that stuff at the
age of 8 or maybe even younger. By the time one is 10, one is
definitely old enough to use real, potentially nasty chemicals—or
suffer the consequences. But this set is absurd. Growing crystals is
slime and gook and bubbles are
Worried about your kids hurting themselves? Here’s a radical idea: supervise them! Or here’s another radical idea: tell them what not to do, and why not to do it, and expect to be obeyed. If they’ve not learnt obedience by the age of ten, their lives are in for some pain anyway.
We are doomed, all of us: doomed.
Max Barry speaketh truth:
The difference between people and human resources is that people have brains. People don’t need a company policy on how to ascend stairs (stay left, hold the handrail at all times, look straight ahead). People can figure that out for themselves. Human resources, on the other hand, are dumb as a box of hammers. They need everything spelled out.
Human resources are basically office equipment with legs. They’re talking furniture.
No company which treats its employees as human resources can innovate: innovation is the product of men, not of resources.
I am a free man, not a human resource!
Every one of us is created and fashioned in the image of God, and every one of us in like a damaged icon.
But consider this: if we were given an icon damaged by time, damaged by circumstances, or desecrated by human hatred, we would treat it with reverence, with tenderness, with broken-heartedness. We would not pay attention primarily to the fact that it was damaged, but to the tragedy of its being damaged. We would concentrate on what is left of its beauty, and not on what is lost of its beauty.
And this is what we must learn to do with regard to each person as an individual, but also—and this is not always easy—with regard to groups of people, whether it be a parish, or a denomination, or a nation. We must learn to look, and to look until we have seen the underlying beauty of the person or of a group of people. Only then can we even begin to do something to call out all the beauty that is there.
Listen to other people, and whenever you discern something, which sounds true, which is a revelation of harmony and beauty, emphasize it and help it to flower. Strengthen it and encourage it to live.
—Metropolitan Anthony (Bloom), of blessed memory
From the wife of a Seabee, here’s a (quite serious, not funny) things one shouldn’t say to a military wife. Spare a thought for these married single moms who have to move every few years and put up with stresses most (but not, of course, all) can’t even imagine.
When he was 18, a fellow went off to Alaska to become a trapper. He learnt a few lessons about overwinter survival the hard way—and thanks to his notes, we can learn those same lessons the easy way. Some good insights into the nitty-gritty details of living a primitive life.
Back in the Bad Old Days, it was the custom in India to burn widows alive. Eventually the British conquered the subcontinent and outlawed the practise. When a delegation of Hindus took General Sir Charles Napier to task for this interference, he replied with these immortal words:
You say that it is your custom to burn widows. Very well. We also have a custom: when men burn a woman alive, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your funeral pyre; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows.You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours.
That’s my kind of multiculturalism!
I found this illuminating graphic of how long the net worth of various people could power the federal government’s borrowing. If we confiscated every last penny of Bill Gates’s fortune (not his income—his fortune), it would only finance 12 days and 8 hours of borrowing. If we were to confiscate the fortunes of the 400 richest people in the country, it wouldn’t even cover a year of what we’re borrowing.
Mark Bittman (one of my favourite cooking authors; his How to Cook Everything is superb) recently had a really useful article on simple, customisable soups. Starting from four basic recipes (a creamy spinach soup, a simple broth with toast, an earthy bean soup, and a hearty minestrone) he proceeds to offer two additional variations on each, for a total of twelve different soups. Over the past few weeks I’ve been making the ones that sound good (no tomato soup, natch) for myself & my kid brother.
The curried cauliflower and squash-and-ginger soups are top-notch, as good as anything one might find in a restaurant. I made the spinach soup with lettuce; it was delicious, almost minty, the night I made it and loathsome the next day. I’ve also made a broccoli and ginger soup, which was tasty. I need to experiment more with blended soups: I really, really like them.
His broth recipe is thick and good; I’m going to have to use a variant of it in my future bone stocks. The egg drop soup was tasty, but I agitated the soup too much and the egg drops became more of an egg foam. The rice-and-pea soup was good but perhaps a bit too thick. I might try it again with less rice, or a different kind of rice.
The bean and black bean soups are good. I’m going to do more cooking with dried beans: they’re cheaper than canned, and have less sodium. The problem with the chickpea soup is that even soaked overnight, dried chickpeas take forever to cook. I’ll have to play with it some more.
I haven’t tried the minestrone or mushroom soups yet. I may make the former tonight. As for the latter, neither of us is a great fan of mushrooms, but perhaps with non-button varieties it could be palatable.
One nice thing about these recipes is that, having made them all, one should never again be at a loss for something to throw together at the last minute for dinner.
Here’s a nifty bit of history: in 1929 USS Lexington was used to power Tacoma, Wash. for thirty days. How cool is that?
The Chicago Tribute has a great article about a school where the lunches are good-tasting and good for the students. The students are mostly (93%) low-income, so the chef must rely on the federal $2.73/student subsidy to cover costs. He manages to do so and actually save money, by hiring skilled people to cook fresh ingredients from scratch rather than hiring unskilled workers to reheat prepackaged, processed foods.
The Chicago public school system awards a single food-service
contract to cover all of its schools, leaving students with the
dubious pleasure of a
fish taco composed of a tortilla and a
few fishsticks; Chef Boundas works at a private school, which frees
him to prepare meals such as
white [fish] fillets…in a crunchy
panko-cornmeal crust or baked in olive oil, lemon and herbs, with
collard-flecked teriyaki brown rice, olive oil roasted potatoes,
steamed broccoli and freshly squeezed lemonade.
It occurs to me that this model of doing things from scratch with skilled people rather than hiring the unskilled to roll out products purchased from vendors might be applicable in more than school kitchens. Perhaps in Information Technology or home-building…
Jake Shimabukuro (one of the best uke players out there today) covers Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody:
Terrific version! I really do love covers in general.
Last year about this time I had the honour of touring USS Iwo Jima (LHD 7). Off the galley there’s a small room with some historical items relating to the battle of Iwo Jima, including a memorial with the names of the 6,822 killed taking the island—including my dad’s uncle Robert Victor. I was lucky enough to be able to return later and snap a picture:
It was almost exactly 65 years since the day he died, 14 March 1945. According to my grandfather, Great-uncle Robert Victor had previously parachuted with the assault group onto Vella Lavella in 1943; we still have one of his silk parachutes. If I remember the story from when I was a boy correctly, he rallied his men and led a charge on a machine gun nest or pillbox, which is how he was killed. He was awarded a Silver Star posthumously. Just one story in about almost half a million.
It was a real privilege to see his name there. May his memory be eternal.
I recently read an amazingly insightful comment on Slashdot regarding leadership:
Everyone wants to be called aleader.Even when the situation requires a competent clerk.
- Leaders will lead you into new fields.
- Managers will make manage the people, equipment and time to achieve the goals of the leader (or the manager above them).
- Clerks process the paperwork needed to acquire the people and equipment requested by the managers.
- And then you have the individuals (akathe talent).
A task that requires a competent clerk will be a complete mess when handled by a competent leader with a deficiency in clerk skills.
On the other hand, an extremely capable clerk can perform almost as well as a competent manager.
Too often, corporations claimleadershipby trying to manage through emphasizing paperwork (clerk skills) and records.
This is so, so true. And among the sad things about it is that a good manager or leader may be a competent clerk, but selecting for that skillset excludes potentially great managers and leaders. Likewise for management: a good leader may be a good manager, but he doesn’t have to be.
When we select for clerks, what we get…are clerks. Which is fine for a clerical position. It’s not so good when one wants a manager or a leader.
There are no more known American veterans of the Great War: Frank Buckles, sometime corporal in the United States Army, has passed away. My dad has told us how when he was a boy World War One veterans were grandparents; I have in my possession a picture of my great-grandfather (an artillery officer in that conflict) with my grandfather, dad & me when I was roughly a year old. And now there are none left at all.
Makes one wonder how long until the last WWII vet passes away—and that was practically yesterday!
on the experience of (accidentally) delivering his son. My only
real critique of the piece—moving as it is—is that
it’s awfully self-centered: unless I missed something, neither his
wife nor either of his sons is named; in fact, the only proper name in
the entire piece is
Daddy. That’s a bit unfortunate in a
OTOH, perhaps it was intentional, meant to make the experience more generic and relatable to the reader.
A retired Ghurka fought 40 robbers on a train, armed with nothing but his kukhri. He killed three, wounded eight and drove off the rest.
I learnt this much from my study of the Western Front: Ghurkas rock.
Apparently European Union school calendar omits Christian holidays but retains Sikh, Mohammedan and Jewish ones . On what rational basis are Christian holidays struck but non-Christian ones preserved in Europe?
Absolutely disgusting and abhorrent: a London museum removed the cigar from Winston Churchill’s mouth. What sort of perverse historian thinks this is appropriate?
I think the text of the President’s speech tonight (not up at the White House yet, hence the news link) was excellent. It struck exactly the right notes and was eminently presidential; it was fitting for both the head of government and the head of state.
Here’s one for my sisters-in-arms: photos of women aiding effort to win the Second World War.
Colonel William Bower passed away today. He had flown Fickle Finger of Fate in Doolittle’s Raid and was the last surviving pilot therefrom (only five from the crews are now left). Not enough folks remember the raid today: less than six months after Pearl Harbor, USS Hornet and the Army Air Forces took the war home to the enemy, striking ten targets in Tokyo, two in Yokohama and one each in Kobe, Nagoya, Osaka and Yokosuka.
Unable to land their bombers on the carriers, the crew knew it was a one-way mission; their goal was to land in a friendly base in China, but due to the friction of war they were unable to do so, instead bailing out in Japanese-controlled territory and helped by friendly Chinese to safety. The Japanese murdered approximately 250,000 civilians in retaliation for that assistance.
Although the raid wasn’t materially significant, it served a valuable psychological purpose, putting the Japanese on notice that they were not invulnerable. Less than two months later we won the Battle of Midway and Japanese had lost the war: the next three years were spent explaining the fact in precise detail.
Col. Bower was an honest-to-goodness hero. May his memory be eternal!
2,059 years ago today (if I got the year difference
Cæsar crossed the Rubicon and started the Roman Civil War.
Under Roman Law, an appointed general from the provinces was forbidden
to exercise power within Italy (only elected magistrates were allowed to
do so); it was in fact a capital crime to do so, or to obey orders thus
given. By leading his army across the Rubicon which marked the
northernmost Italian border, Cæsar and all his soldiers
irrevocably became outlaws under Republican Roman law; they had passed
the point of no return. As he noted at the time,
the die is
As it turns out, this worked out well for him and them, and rather poorly for the Republic. The city which once cast out its king now found itself with an emperor.
Byron York notes that officialdom and the commentariat that called for caution after the Ft. Hood murder spree leapt to unwarranted conclusion regarding the recent Arizona shootings. The same folks who couldn’t find it within themselves to blame radical Islamism for the actions of a radical Islamist have no problem blaming the Right for the actions of someone who is apparently about as far from the right wing as is possible to be.
What’s particularly annoying to me are the folks who keep calling, now, for civility in politics, despite two inconvenient facts: first, that this murder appears to have nothing to do with politics; second, that (to my knowledge) not one of them complained when it was the Left openly advocating violence and assassination. What’s sauce for the goose is apparently not sauce for the gander.
Regarding the topic of strident language directed at one’s opponents, I can’t see how it will be avoided. It seems like a basic part of human nature, for good or for ill.
This may ruin your day, or even week: ærial photographs of Floridan housing developments. What was beautiful rolling land, shaped by the hand of God, is now rolled flat and constrained by straight strets; where once the paths might have followed the natural curve of the land, now the developer cuts a road along a line. Instead of homes laid out in a reasonable fashion, it’s row after row of identical buildings. Instead of walkable neighbourhoods in which one can live, all there are, are residences connecting to the street. It’s a monument to the car.
I remember that great moment in Prince Caspian when the river cast off the bridge which had enslaved it. Florida could use Aslan and Silenus…
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