sorry, nothing useful to contribute. How are the sapient gurrillas coming?

Any other culinary metaphors for revenge? Can we figure out what kind of food this is? Perhaps some kind of low-cal lemon meringue.

The weird thing for me is that Voice owners the New Times were the first entity to pay me for writing--back when the New Times were a scruffy Tempe, Arizona "underground" headquartered above a package liquor store on Mill Avenue, rather than the evil corporate masters of a nationwide chain of "weekly entertainment papers". (It was a review of Barry Malzberg's Herovit's World. I liked it. They paid me $10. I was 15.)

I would have thought sour and cold was more like frozen lemon juice, needing a little help to be really enjoyable. But I'm not really good at revenge.

It's interesting to note that people seem quite capable of believing (for some sense of belief) that they are impotent or at least oppressed and powerless when objective fact suggests otherwise. For an example I cite the Christian right in this country, which appears to believe that its faith is being politically and socially harrassed and demeaned and that Christians are powerless victims of a gross, grotesque secular culture -- while polls and such regularly report that Christianity is this country's dominant religion.

It's amazing how often "answers have not been provided" really means "I didn't get the answer that I wanted".

Lizzy L, I think part of that is justification. They're not 'bullying,' they're 'fighting back.' Casting oneself as the victim is easier than taking responsibility for one's actions. But that's not really powerlessness so much as childishness: "Everyone in this country isn't willing to validate my belief system for me so that I can feel better about being a mindless sheep, so I'm going to throw a hissyfit and say they hate Christianity instead of growing up and acting my age."

Perhaps mango slices dipped in a mixture of sugar, salt, and chilies. Yum!

I pretty much try to hold to the Serenity prayer, because I do have high blood pressure (medicinally controlled but I know when I get pissed it goes up because I have a little mole by my ear that gets harder when the bp is up). If it's something I can do anything about, I do what I can and that helps all around.

Just a few late-night thoughts, ymmv.

in other news, i too am reading grease monkey and liking it a lot.

An image of a neuron vs. an image of the universe

File under "Separated at Birth?"

Morning after the night before Chinese food?

not fattening

Oh. Not, then.

My current pet hobby-horse/hypothesis to explain human behaviour is that most of us don't subjectively feel our age internally: we're children or adolescents role-playing our way through adulthood, with greater or lesser degrees of success, guided by the experience we've picked up from observing other people. That is, we do what we're expected to do by those around us, even when it doesn't feel right. And folks who are compelled to conform to the expectations their family and friends and neighbours impose resent the hell out of the imagery all around them of people who aren't conforming. ("Why are they allowed to behave that way when I'm stuck here earning bread for my family?")

It takes a certain amount of self-confidence to strike out for your own, and fire-and-brimstone religions promising all the answers in return for conforming to the one true lifestyle don't give their followers self-confidence; rather, they try to instil a neurotic dependency on the behavioural/ideological safety-blanket, which is not the same thing at all.

this is why i still get asked "you're really sure you don't want children?" kill me now

What stimulus would cause it to fire?

What would happen if/when it does?

Also, what is the use of an isolated neuron?

Wow -- that's rather startling, even spooky.

(Of course, I have a difficult time imagining any plausible underlying reason for the apparent similarity, since the formation mechanisms are so completely different. But it's a lovely coincidence, if nothing else.)

Lila (#25): To be slightly pedantic, it's "galaxy cluster = neuron".
Unless FTL communication is possible, the Universe is going to be thinking v e r y s l o w l y . . .

Let's see: galaxy cluster collapses --> million-degree, X-ray emitting gas + massive black holes and quasar ignition in central galaxies... I hope that's not happening in my neurons!

Have you given or sold nuclear technology to another nation, other than being intimidated into it?

Revenge Sherbert.

(A refreshing and satisfying treat.)

Ingredients:

Appropriate fruit. Grapes for dissapointment, Blood Oranges for family issues, tomato if you really want to confuse them. You'll want about a cup of juice, and some bits.

juice of 1/2 lemon
2 cups water
1 cup sugar
1/4 tsp. gelatine, soaked in 1tsp cold water

Boil the sugar and water for 20-30 minutes. Add in the gelatine, cool. When cold, mix in the selected fruit juice. Freeze using your partcular method of creating frozen deserts.

Serving. Place into serving glass, insert spoon, hurl at ~50 meters a second through your victim, top with cherry.

Caution: Can be messy. Suggest having hoses and drains handy for cleanup.

One day his daughter wondered aloud why she had to spend Sundays 'serving the lord' while Roger, my son, did not. I'd suspect that was the beginning of a long resentment.

But if your hold on power is so tenuous that it can be undermined by perceived disrespect, how powerful are you, really?

Sugarfree (insert favorite not typically anything remortely deserving the title of sugarfree dessert here). An example would be the sugarfree Key Lime Pie I was recently served. One bite, a bite where you are expecting a lush tart and sweet mouthful and instead get an acidic and diffident "eh?".

When I was younger revenge was something I thought was not only meaningful, but neccessary to balance wrongs. I got over that.

Although some of his reviewers would have you believe otherwise, Miller's not really suggesting that we all go back to the world of saga Iceland. However, the book really makes you see bloodfeud and vengeance in a different light, which is really nifty for worldbuilding.

So, God does exist, but he's very slow. He probably thinks he did it (create the earth) in seven days.

Oh, absolutely.
It doesn't really change the point, though. The really big proponents of revenge as a means of retaining power tend to be, like Fragano Ledgister says in #39, fairly fragile criminal enterprises, or governments that are just hanging on.

Yes. Specifically, an aubergine

Folks are making a fair piece of change with videos of beheadings under the rubric "justice done".

There are those

- obs SF David Drake's Northworld trio with his own discussion of Venegeance and Justice under those titles (Baen. TOR has Fortress of Glass current and Drake's take on the Anabasis - Forlorn Hope - in reissue) -

who distinguish blindfolded Law with fine balances and Justice with a sword. Drake wrote " a highly-devloped legal system in Dark Age Scandinavia....Courts, compromise, and the reduction of injuries to money payments were the tools of the Law. But that was the Law. Laws are made by society and applied by society......Unlike our own civilized place and time, the Vikings also had a system of Justice....."

Mr. Blair is, I think, more right than wrong for a right/wrong culture - sadly the desire for what I might call revenge and another might call justice never goes away in an honor/shame culture. From time immemorial to Dumas to Hammett to Bester to Drake revenge makes fine stories so I'd say revenge is a force of nature.

In retrospect I suppose all governments "are just hanging on." I wonder how to classify The Grave of the Hundred Head? Recessional was surely coming but nobody was turning down invitations to the Widow's parties at the time. Just hanging on at Lidice? Maybe. Certainly just hanging on at Oradour sur Glane

Granted governments today have moved beyond decimate to devastate and dragged the language along but I wouldn't call the government that hung circa 6,000 crucified bodies along the Appian Way just hanging on in 71 b.c.e. though I have my doubts about the morality.

Einstein? Lucky you. All I have is a beaver and assorted goblins.

We have Artex, which gives more swirls, points and shadows. Thus the goblins. The beaver is a mystery.

I owe you an incalculable debt of gratitude, sir, since in searching Google for the source of "vaster than empires and more slow"* I found (once I'd scrolled past all the links to U.K. LeGuin) a link to Langford's 1980 TAFF Report, the first-time perusal of which (some 26 years after the events recounted, if not quite so long after the publication of the report) has given me hours of pleasure and amazement (60-cent subway fares in NYC! long lines at customs!) and done much to assuage the week-old pangs of Worldcon-withdrawal.

*I'd read the original poem of Marvellous coyness many times but the brain was temporarily off-line

(eek- that looks too Biblical for my taste)

OBMorgenstern: Well, you can't afford to make exceptions. Once word goes out that a pirate's gone soft, it's nothing but work, work, work.

I suspect it's not just those who rely on revenge to assert their dominance who are locked into mandatory violent responses - it's everyone who relies on a violent reputation. Speculation on the current administration is welcomed.

Tit for Tat is the dominant strategy in an iterated prisoner's dilemma (and we all know what dominates a one-off) - there is some belief that life as we know it has much in common with an interated prisoner's dilemma. Compare mutually assured destruction with assured survival and consider the warm - even hot - reception given to the strategic defense initiative.

"It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both." Niccolo Machiavelli.

OBLyric: No love's as random as God's love.

Oh, lord, what an awful mouthful.

What I mean is, assume that universe and brains both started out as undifferentiated masses of stuff.

The universe coalesced as it had to, given the laws of physics as humans understand them, around mass. So you would have pinpoints of stable matter trailing streamers of matter that lack enough mass to coalesce.

The brain evolved as it had to, given what humans understand about brain function, around connective and conductive junctions. The trails are bits that enable the function but aren't part of the main, uh, processor parts.

H'mm. Maybe the awful mouthful was better...

I'm pretty much winging it here, since my knowledge of cosmological physics and brain structure/function are definitely lay level. Feel free to take pot shots.

Gazpacho

Although it's doubtless going to sound somewhat snide, I'm glad to see I'm not the only one feeling this way tonight. My mitigation involved gin-and-tonic, a hot bath, and 'The Life of Pi'.

It being an open thread, any suggestions on books reminiscent of 'The Life of Pi' or 'One Hundred Years of Solitude'? I forsee a number of days ahead which could use the same balm as today - and have an irrational desire to not associate them with science fiction or fantasy.

Just about anything by Jorge Amado, though my favorite is Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands.

Ditto Isabel Allende - fiction that is. Her nonfiction is also excellent, but I try to avoid reading about the Pinochet coup because it leaves me shaking with anger.

The Machiavelli quote that sprung to my mind was (and I'm paraphrasing here, because I'm bone lazy and my copy of Il Principe is in a box somewhere):

If you have to knock someone down, make damned sure they won't get up again. Also, take out their allies with threats or bribes, depending on your means and inclination.

That said, I've decided on a whim that I object to people calling dubya's regime Machiavellian - it doesn't have that sort of brainpower. It's not even CliffNotesMachiavellian. It's more ChickTractMachForDummies, without the illustrations.

"Told you you guys were going to resent shafting me. Speaking of which . . ."

*"Put all the liquids in the fumarole. NOW."
**Ever notice that the Insidious Missions Force demons in Chick's holy hentai are the only characters who are actually ever happy about anything?

Actually, I couldn't remember Hillel's name (what'd you expect, being raised by heathen Baptists and all,) so I had to google the "reciting the Torah while standing on one foot" story that I first read in Karen Armstrong's A History of God.

Speaking of Machiavelli and worldbuilding the courtroom scene in That Share of Glory builds a world in transition from weregild toward civil order and says something about the justice of violence nicely.

That which is hateful to you, don't give me any mishegas about special rendition.

I don't know what this says about me.

Except Spike. He drives like a you-know-what out of you-know-where.

The moment when Xander shows up nickedly-timedly in a crow suit, announcing, "I got your freakin' daylight right here, who wants a piece?" makes up for way too many tuque jokes.

[*] OK, ion-powered spacecraft.

That imagery can have a life of its own, without a fact to back it; witness how far Reagan got with his lies about "welfare queens". cf the Ambrose Bierce(? H. L. Mencken?) definition (of what, I've forgotten) as the fear that somebody somewhere is having fun.

Fragano, Chad: if the Mafia is so fragile how come it's still around? I suspect all societies -- the Mafia, modern first-world countries, even Eric Frank Russell's Gands (see "And Then There Were None") depend on a combination of mutual agreeement about performance and sanctions for non-performance. Possibly the answer to my question is the higher rewards for performance?

#64: I suspect your analogy is faulty. The little I know of neurology suggests that the wispy bits \are/ the important part, because they're what make the connections -- the more connections, the better the function. More materially, the brain doesn't coalesce out of chaos; it grows by input from outside, where AFAIK all the non-fringe models of the universe figure it started with all the matter it's going to get.

#74: That's an ... interesting ... reading of the Kornbluth; I would have said that it showed the \limits/ of civil order (cf the end of the evaluation, -"despite indoctrination in nonviolence, candidate showed he could kick ass when needed"-). It also shows the disadvantage of dropping weregild, cf the complaint about jailing the rich being less healing than fining them to fix the damage. (Probably Kornbluth was unaware of what we've since seen, that jail requires a more shame-controlled society; the leaders of violence (who usually haven't committed any themselves since forever) can maintain control from their cells.)

Pretty much what Fragano said in #84. The phenomenon of organized crime is still with us, but the specific people running things change much more quickly.

Power based on fear and intimidation is fragile, but it's relatively cheap, so there's an endless supply of people using that path to power. As soon as you knock one off, another pops up somewhere else.

Real enduring power is a harder thing to establish, but tends to be based on more positive emotions than fear. I'm thinking here of things like major religions and the US government. Those are insitutions that (the disparaging comments of atheists and anarchists aside) maintain themselves more through the positive feelings of their subjects than through fear and intimidation.

#82: Scary dream. When we were returning from Alaska (via Vancouver and Toronto) last week I got a TSA guy in Toronto who decided my diabetes kit and accompanying stuff needed to be pawed through. On their website they say that the passenger opens their own meds, but this guy with his grubby, gloved (having pawed through countless other things) hand, proceeded to open the little box and poke at my unsealed bottles of insulin. I admit it's my own fault that I never clean with rubing alchohol either myself or my bottles, but it was icky. He also found a bottle of childrens liquid benadryl I forgot to put in the checked bags. So while your dream was scary, I can easily see being in a hurry and not paying close attention to what went into checked and what into carry on.

The last thing he went through was my knitting in progress. For you knitters out there, it was socks on #0 DPNs (bamboo). He held them and flexed them for a good 30 seconds while telling me they could be dangerous. It was all I could do not to laugh. I suppose that if someone stayed perfectly still I might be able to hurt them, but these are half the length of bamboo skewers, thinner and less sharp. He made a show of "letting" me keep them and the benadryl.

Anyway my waking nightmare is that we live now in a bizarre state of panic where travelling becomes fraught with needless anxiety. This is the first time I had to carefully think about everything I took onto the plane. Oh and the inconsistancy from one airport to another is negative (yet variable) reinforcement at it's best. My ice pack (to keep the insulin cool) was fine until that last leg of the return flight and then it was removed.

Mencken, I think, on Puritanism. ("Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.")

#64: I suspect your analogy is faulty. The little I know of neurology suggests that the wispy bits \are/ the important part, because they're what make the connections -- the more connections, the better the function. More materially, the brain doesn't coalesce out of chaos; it grows by input from outside, where AFAIK all the non-fringe models of the universe figure it started with all the matter it's going to get.

Yes. Another way of looking at it is that neurons start out as blobs (cells) which grow dendrites and synapses ("wispy bits") as connections between them; this is also the result of many, many generations of natural selection designing them to do this.

With the universe[*], on the other hand, what you're seeing is the spontaneous growth of local concentrations of matter via gravity, condensing out of an initial near-uniform state. The "tendrils" form about the same time as the "blobs" (galaxy clusters and superclusters), and both grow thicker/denser over time as more nearby stuff falls into them and as some of them merge, as can be seen by looking at images made from earlier stages of the simulation (down at the bottom of the page).

[*] Or the simulation thereof.

I had a dream the other night wherein I read on Making Light that you had gone on a time-traveling quest to find a rare first edition. You'd blundered all the way back to 1900, and posted from 1900 fuming that your source wouldn't be good until 1973.

If you're competent enough to post to a weblog from the year 1900, I think you're qualified to run one....

I'm reminded of a long-ago column by some op-ed writer (George Will, maybe?) who noted that in a few years, no one would remember who some at-the-time-important-and-Ozymandias-like Presidential aide was. I don't recall who it was, though.

Linseed is most definitely flax seed. I think we call it flax because linseed oil is viewed as a wood treatment, whereas flax oil is a health food. You can also get flax seed for baking and such at Whole Foods, or a local co-op market. It's usually sold refrigerated because it has a high tendency to go rancid.

Me, I'd leave it out or find some other flavorul, seed-like thing (e.g. poppy seeds).

Here on the West Coast, C&H sells Superfine (a.k.a. Caster) Sugar, at the same price as regular sugar by weight in a nifty 4-pound milk carton container - far and away the best retail packaging for sugar I've ever seen.

Anyway my waking nightmare is that we live now in a bizarre state of panic where travelling becomes fraught with needless anxiety. This is the first time I had to carefully think about everything I took onto the plane. Oh and the inconsistancy from one airport to another is negative (yet variable) reinforcement at it's best. My ice pack (to keep the insulin cool) was fine until that last leg of the return flight and then it was removed.

There's we've gone beyond theater, there's a spectacle at every TSA checkpoint.

The thing is, they don't have the American texture of white sugar in Brit areas, not often, just caster and icing (confectioner's) sugar, so caster sugar is often specified where it isn't of critical importance.

And yes, linseed is flax seed. Bleah.

Tit for Tat is the dominant strategy in an iterated prisoner's dilemma

Actually, I recall reading (I think in The Selfish Gene) that the dominant strategy is a variant of Tit for Tat that gives the other player a second chance - Nice twice, then as standard after that. That breaks cycles that most of the Nasty strategies get locked into, and still pays off well on average.

And I believe part of the purpose of flax seed in GF recipes is texture, and it's supposed to have lots of lovely nutrients, too (which is a good thing, since a lot of GF flours don't have too many). So I guess flax seed is next on my list of acquisitions. Sooner or later, I want to get some mesquite flour too.

This may well be true, but it probably violates some wildlife law or other.

*As such things go.

The basic carton does work great for sugar, though.

Alisa Ek - Personnaly, I take flax oil in capules every day (as per my eye doctor and nutritionist), seek fiber elsewhere, and eat stuff that tastes good, unlike flax seed. For me, flax seed = yuck.

I don't use sugar except for cooking, and was surprised at one point by a friend asking for sugar for his tea. I said I was sorry, I only had demarara or vanilla sugar. He opted for vanilla sugar without hesitation, and then was astonished to find his tea actually tasted of vanilla -- he'd heard "vanilla sugar" meaning "plain, mundane, ordinary sugar" instead of "vanilla sugar" meaning "sugar kept in a gladd jar with vanilla pods for long enough for them to get friendly".

And as it's an open thread, and AKICIML: can anyone recommend any books/textbooks as an introduction to economics, markets, and game theory (or one of the above)? I've an engineering degree, so maths-heavy is OK. I've been reading a fair bit of stuff that touches on these areas recently, and would like to know more.

If you wanted to get really fancy, it would put in "Re: <a href="[comment #108 url]">#108</a>" i.e. a link back to the original comment.

amysue #87: That sounds horrible. And you're right on about the variable reinforcement. It was maybe understandable on the day they put the ban into action, but they've had weeks now and they still don't have their stuff together. Even the signs at different airports say different things, possibly because they date to different eras in the restrictions.

Thus far (seven flights since the liquid ban, all inside the US, one on the day itself -- I'm on the road a great deal for work) I haven't had any TSA experiences out of the ordinary with regards to the security checks. I have yet to have them check my bags when I'm getting on a plane. For the first six flights I also didn't see them checking bags during any boarding process, but then last week flying out of Indy I saw them check a few people at random from another flight, so I guess they must be doing it sometimes. I've traveled with my knitting needles (2.5 mm bamboo sock needles) and my asthma inhaler and they have yet to notice either one.

My guess is that they'll leave the ban in place until after the elections. There's too much about this that seems designed to produce fear.

Tit for Two Tats is the most dominant class of strategy. However, allowing mutations in a series of iterated dilemmas leads to a dominant variation being a TF2T which also takes advantage of players that don't retaliate on defectors.

So, in the simplified world of Prisoners' Dilemma, the winning strategy is to co-operate, forgive and then exploit other players that are too good-hearted.

Is that really true? Sounds like a load of Pollux.

What? Huh? That's not the title of any Buffy eps that I know and I have zero memory of any Buffy/Canada crossovers. More info, please!

The reality is everything looked at was handed back to me. If something were wrong with any of those items looking at them wouldn't have told you that.

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re: the Orwell quote. Does the desire for revenge disappear, or does it just mutate into vindictiveness once the powerlessness is gone?
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re: sugar. I buy evil bleached granulated in the paper bag. Recently, the same company started producing these plastic tubs with a snap on lid which I like for its functionality. So I bought one, and then buy the paper bags to refill it to mollify my sloppy environmentalism. I got a kick though when I first opened the plastic one. The sugar was sealed behind a plastic barrier that said something like "Sealed for your protection." Made me wonder why the paper bags don't say "Not sealed for your protection because you didn't but the plastic container."

I could describe the whole plot of the episode, but that's what I do, and I suspect so could anybody else here.

Though it's pleasant to have it taken that seriously.

Besides, that guy's colleagues did give him a bottle of fiber tablets.

FWIW, my favorite fair food is very New York - a bag full of zeppoli, a sort of quickbread Italian donut pulled fresh from the fryer, plopped into a brown paper lunch bag and sprinkled heavily with powdered sugar. Mmm, zeppoli. A bagful of coronaries gobbled out of a hot translucent paper bag, but delicious.

And what items are novel to you? I certainly haven't eaten most of the things served at the Fair . . . and wouldn't . . . but I've seen most of them from a safe distance.

I have never been able to turn granulated sugar into icing sugar in a food processor, but caster sugar is easy. A few short pulses and you're there.

Since I always cream butter and sugar very thoroughly (20-quart Hobarts are good for that, put it in and ignore it a while) I have never felt that caster sugar made a serious difference in final texture. I mainly think it's useful for dissolving more quickly and thoroughly in cold liquids.

If a supplier offered me 50-pound sacks of caster sugar, I might be willing to see if it truly did improve things. I've noticed appreciable differences between brands of "all-purpose" flours that have slightly different gluten contents, and will specify brand if I get a chance.

Nutritional value of raw flaxseed put into a baked good: less than you might think, as many of the good omega fatty acids will oxidize during baking. Still gives you fiber, and some flavor, but not so much with the nutrition. To get its benefits, you really have to eat it raw.

The seed coat is resistant to digestion, so those of us who don't chew each mouthful 100 times are advised to grind it first. I don't know what that says about it as a whole seed addition to bread, although you see that a lot.

Would not have thought it capable of inspiring intense liking or misliking, but it does have a mildly grassy undertone which I can picture might be one of those tastes (like bitterness in cole vegetables) for which there's genetic/physiological variation between individuals.

Sorry, Rikibeth; surprising how long it took to get #123 typed. I was talking about raw flax, which I add eg. to oatmeal after cooking; possibly the reference to a grassy flavor implied that.

I have read that the omega-3 oils are more stable in the seed than after they're isolated, for what I now realize is an unstated value of "more."

Flaxseed has this funny gelatinous coating on it, which, when activated with water, can sub for eggs in a fair pile of recipes. The way I learned it was to grind a tablespoon of flaxseed and soak in a quarter-cup of cold water, but this variation sounds promising as well. Won't make meringue, but it WILL yield pumpkin bread you can feed to your vegans.

If I'm expecting to feed vegans, I'll make all vegetable foods, and possibly my tofu/mushroom chili (which is pretty amazing, BTW). I'll also get a basic bread (no eggs or butter) and hope that yeast hasn't somehow been elevated onto the no-go list as well.

Years ago, I had a vegan co-worker with celiac disease. She didn't like raw vegetables, either. I have no idea how she survived.

Fly fishers and magicians favour caster sugar, of course, but that's neither here nor there.

If you ever want a vegetable fat which in its natural state is solid-ish at room temperatures, look at palm or coconut oil. You can find the food-grade versions at natural/health food stores.

Of course, like any other specialty item, they Aren't Cheap.

My experience with palm oil is mostly limited to Brazilian dishes made with dende oil, all of which are amazingly delicious but tend to involve decidedly non-vegan items like fish and shrimp.

See, my objection to Crisco is that it's partially hydrogenated whatever and you get into all that business with the scary trans-fats. Whereas yes, the tropical oils are saturated, but they started out that way, so they're on the same planet as butter in my dietary universe: OK in moderation, don't think my arteries would forgive me if I sat there and ate a pound of it.

I'm an olive oil sort of person anyway, but it just doesn't make good icing.

I've been told they're known in the trade as 'jungle grease'.

On a Plane!!

Part of this complete breakfast.

#35: I think the Mafia, and similar, would disagree with Orwell about revenge. Revenge is something that you do because you are powerful;

I don't think that's the sort of "power" that orwell was talking about here:

Revenge is an act which you want to commit when you are powerless and because you are powerless: as soon as the sense of impotence is removed, the desire evaporates also

At least, I think "sense of impotence" can refer to an internal relation to your own power, which is different than mere physical strength. Heavily armed people with the capability to kill can still succumb to the urge for revenge. But that doesn't mean they neccessarily have any personal, internal, sense of power.

It's quite possible to be in possession of large amounts of firepower, with the capacity to use it, and be a complete coward, with no power, and react as such.

And history is full of powerful people who never had to resort to violence.

The situation re: saturated fats is reportedly complicated by the fact that many of the studies assumed all fats which were solid at room temperature were equivalent, whether partially hydrogenated trans fats or natural saturated ones. Last I heard there is a school of thought which no longer accounts tropical oils the lipid equivalent of arsenic.

In general, I'm a fairly "bad" diabetic in that I've given up not eating food I like and just try to remember to give myself enough insulin to counteract it. That's a whole other can of worms (leading me to wonder at how 'Snakes on a Plane' and "How To Eat Fried Worms" made it to the theaters this summer...)but, once in awhile in a fit of something healthyish I have substituted Splenda with out great harm. Not this week end though, I made dried apricot,crystalized ginger and white chocolate scones-didn't see the point in using any Splenda there.

Oh and what the heck, there's enough diabetic posters to throw this out:Any cure for the "I just don't want to deal with it anymore so I won't" phases that come about (at least for me)? I know, I should buck up, exercise, eat right and all that yummy stuff, but I'm sick of thinking about it. This never happened with cancer or the other yucky stuff, but maybe it's because diabetes like any other chronic illness is so relentlessly there, day in and day out.

The worst thing about diabetes is all the damned math...

How to deal with the lapses? Ride them out as well as you can, don't try to counteract bad food by eating good food (unless it's, like, lettuce with no dressing), and get out of your chair and futz around every hour or so just to make sure you still can. Be as "good" as you can, as much as you can, and forgive yourself when you can't.

I've been diagnosed as diabetic for ten years, but living in a diabetic household since I was six, when my father was diagnosed. The intermittant slippages in control are inevitable: it's not going to go away, and sometimes knowing that the best you can do for yourself is to deny yourself gluttony and sloth forever gets really tedious. And if you live with people who can eat three times as much as you can and not get fat, let alone sick (I have a 20 year old son in residence) it's easy to get resentful. In my experience, tedium and resentment are the high road to cookies.

However, if it starts being an all-the-time state, you need to talk to your doc about depression.

I'm no role model. I'm 90 pounds overweight and I don't exercise. I had a burrito for dinner tonight.

And yet I don't eat sweets anymore, or potato chips, or pretzels. Once or twice a year I'll treat myself to an ice cream sundae, but that's it. I ate a lot of sugar-free ice cream for a while, but have sort of walked away from that, in part because of lactose intolerance -- gas is no fun. Not for me, and not for my wife either. :)

Eating junk food and sweets is a habit, not eating that stuff is a different habit.

I was diagnosed three or four years ago. I'm 45 years old. I'm at a turning point in life now. If I lose weight, exercise (and not even a lot of exercise, just a half-hour of brisk walking five days a week or so), I figure I have a good shot of making it to 100. My doctor says I even have a good shot of getting off the Metformin.

If I keep going the way I have been ... well, I possibly have a good shot of not making it to 60. Or 55. Or even 50. Douglas Adams died of a heart attack when he was 49.

This is something I've been thinking about a lot lately, as you might imagine. But thinking doesn't solve the problem; action solves the problem.

Do what you think you need to do to get past your current crisis. And learn to like getting more excersize. I suppose that's the larger part of hanging about.

FWIW, my BP is 120/80, which is too high by current standards, but Bristol Myers Squibb wants me to take medication for that too.

Wikipedia says that 120/80 is exactly normal for a resting healthy adult, and hypertension doesn't even start until you hit 140/90. Sounds like either you are misremembering your numbers or your doctor is having you on. I would ask him to check that these are indeed "current standards".

Food is interesting here. We keep kosher, David has celiac disease, Adam had Type 2 diabetes, and I'm anemic, so my doctor wants me to cut out dairy to improve iron absorption. I'm being the least good about it, but my diagnosis is the newest too, and anemia doesn't seem to have as many nasty side-effects as diabetes.

I do the bulk of the cooking in our household. The celiac restrictions came in first, and I looked at those as a fascinating challenge (besides, they got David to eat, so they were more than worth it). When Adam was diagnosed with diabetes, it threw me for a loop (do you know how hard it is to make something gluten free and high fiber?) and the new dairy restrictions really piss me off. This Thanksgiving, when I also get to deal with my brother, who has no medical restrictions but is a majorly fussy eater, I may go postal. (But at least Thanksgiving is fleishig *sigh*)

I am also confused by the different tipping points for BG, BP etc. I understand that for myself it's prudent to treat even mild cholestrol or BP elevation and I take medication for both, but I thought 120/70 and a bg of 100 was fine for a healthy person?

Oh and John M Ford about #137: Could we subsititute chipmunks? I'd be willing to donate a stone walls worth. Only two of my son's sunflowers made it to adulthood this summer.

Doctors used to be taught that 120 was the point to get worried, now they are increasingly looking askance at lower numbers, because Type II diabetes is a progressive disease.

Sounds like a Dwarf recipe from Nanny Ogg's Cookbook....

esprit d'guillotine?

I did a total of four separate flights for L.A.Con (only two passes through security; the other two were just plane-changes) and experimented with bringing through an empty and mostly-empty water bottle. Interestingly, the X-ray at the security check the first time couldn't determine whether or not the bottle was empty. They had to pull it out to check. The second time, it was not entirely empty and they didn't check.

More interesting was that the bobby pins in my hair set off the metal detectors and got me pulled out to be wanded and patted down. They did not, however, actually check my hair to make sure it was bobby pins in there, and I could easily have gotten other things past the pat-down. On the bright side, the pat-down was professional; given the problems reported last summer, I was relieved to not have to start screaming bloody murder in the middle of a security check.

I had my bag searched at the gate for the last of the four flights, and they did pull out the water bottle, but let it go by with a bit of liquid in it.

I find myself surprisingly distressed by this.

It was explained to me that 100 mg/dL is high normal, if you are an otherwise normal person. (85 is a better estimate for "normal".) If you have Type II, as I do, you target lower as your blood sugar is going to bounce around more. My doctor prefers more than one stick per day, and looks at, for example evening levels a couple of hours after dinner. I am usually in the 90's in the morning, and a bit higher in the evenings. I'm lucky, Glucophage is working well for me.

In the end, Hb1AC is a far better measure, as it gives the overall picture of your blood sugar over the past three months. I'm managing to stay in the low 6's, which keeps my doctor happy.

A co-worker had breast cancer (give it a sec, that's not the funny part). She went through chemo fine and returned to work. For weeks, she ranted on and on about the fact that during gestational diabetes, she switched to Splenda and insisted that the Splenda gave her cancer. She was relentless.

One morning, I came into work and there's a bag filled with boxes of Jello w/Splenda in our coffee room. It was from this woman and the note said "Free! I'm not using Splenda anymore. Enjoy!"

I didn't know that. Swearword other than crikey.

And then there's how he died. I'm unable to think how to comment on that.

My main problem is carb binging. If my blood sugar starts getting low and I don't eat something with a little protein, fat, or fiber then I start craving carbs. At that point if I eat carbs I crave even more and more and more. And I feel awful. If I start into the cycle then I can usually break it by getting some quick exercise. I bought a treadmill and have found that I can really stop the cravings (even after a peppermint patty) by 30 minutes of strong walking.

I don't deny myself everything sweet or salty but I do limit portion size and try to counteract it with exercise. I'm not that fond of icecream or cheesecake but Burfi is a weakness - I'll have a bite sized piece at a restaurant but I don't bring it into the house. For some reason last month I thought it would be a good idea to make baklava. It was a very bad idea in regard to my self-control. (shrug) It's gone and I won't make more.

I don't care for Splenda because it leaves a taste in my mouth. I prefer to bake with sugar and I use sugar in my daily coffee.

What I'd really like to do is work for some high-level vegan bakery (f'rex, Blue Heron in Oly or the Hard Times in Minnie) for a while, because I just know they're using some really clever tricks I haven't been taught yet. (Some of which are bound to be portable to regular animal-based baking.)

An image of a neuron vs. an image of the universe

File under "Separated at Birth?" "

The mind was separated form the universe at birth? That explains a lot of things.

Seen at breakfast in a diner at the beach in Wildwood, NJ: Guy walks in wearing a white T-shirt with a waist-up shot of Christ crucified, with the slogan, "HE DIED FOR ME/I LIVE FOR HIM."

It was Sunday morning, so I'm thinking the guy said to himself, "Let's see, I could go to church, or wear this tacky T-shirt. Same thing."

Or like Sam Kinison dying in an auto accident in broad daylight, when he himself was clean and sober.

A1c.

New York has been trying out a program of requiring the labs in the city to turn over all their A1c results, without identification attached. The idea is to track the general state of diabetics without creating issues of privacy, etcetera. (It's not differentiated by type, of course.) This would count people who don't see doctors regularly, but show up in EDs (as, unsurprisingly, a lot of them do). It obviously can't count those who never get tested, but it's at least some data on the situation.

But as others have said, it's a 'doesn't count' food area at the Royal Easter Show (or other cities' equivalent), once a year, where I usually indulge in a deep-fried cheese-onna-stick, and adore feasting on the 'specialty' meats you generally can't find, like the ostrich sausages, buffalo burgers & crocodile rolls <ahem>. If only a stallholder had the chutzpah to call his/hers Dibbler's Fine Foods ...
[There was a comedy take on one local Show recently, see 2:15-3:15 here (YouTube) *Warning: Swearing & Regurgitation*.]

Back at #85 and Ailsa Ek's caster sugar/linseed query:
Original recipe was for "Multi-Grain Bread", and included a handful each of poppy seeds and sesame seeds as well as the linseed. I suspect the seeds were there for the texture & nutty taste multi-grain effect, and you could probably substitute all sorts of similar things that appealed to you - I like sunflower seeds, for instance. I don't know if the mixture of flours used - rice flour, soy flour, maize meal & tapioca starch - was also part of getting a different flavour & texture to standard plain white or brown bread, or standard for non-white gluten-free bread. The comments there do say it "has much more taste than GF white bread".

Ingredients:

1 Gummi Rat
2 Mentos brand candies
2 tbsp Diet Coke
1 Wooden skewer/chopstick
2 inch string

Instructions:
Chop the Mentos finely. Poke the skewer thru the rat lengthwise, withdraw halfway. Roll the rat in confectioner's sugar (or not, if you can give up the Sugar-Coated part). Attempt to hollow out the rat, mouth first (I suggest a very small-bore melon baller). Wrap the string around the very tail-end of the rat and the skewer, to try to keep the fluids in. Hold upright, and fill with Diet Coke.

Add Mentos. Carefully.

P.S. Wear dirty clothes before trying.
P.P.S. YMMV.
P.P.P.S. Not for diabetics (or, in fact, anyone over the age of 8).

Eewww!!! (LOL)

The government doesn't have plans for treating people downwind from a nuclear attack for radiation exposure, a report released Thursday concludes.

The study by the Physicians for Social Responsibility also faults the Homeland Security Department for lacking communication plans to tell the public whether to evacuate or take shelter where they are after a nuclear blast.

Which would have been very alarming to me in the sense that, once again, we find that our government is unprepared for a disaster, if it hadn’t been that I’d read Teresa’s particle above.

I don’t think it lets Homeland Security off the hook that they are unprepared for a nonexistent threat, since their reasoning seems to be that they don’t need to prepare for dealing with the aftermath of a disaster if they are actively trying to prevent it from happening:

“However well-intentioned, this report seems to lack a grasp of reality,” Knocke said. “The department is intensely focused on preventing a high-concentrated attack like (nuclear weapons of mass destruction) or a dirty bomb from being detonated somewhere in the homeland. That is our highest priority.”

I don’t know if anyone over there has heard of Murphy’s Law, but don’t they realize that it doesn’t hurt to have a plan B in case everything goes to hell? How hard is it to come up with a “what if” plan?

Who is it that is lacking a grasp of reality?

All Elizabeth would say was [paraphrasing...] "Don't you see the irony in that suggestion?"

It's ironic that DHS is having so much trouble grasping this when other USGov't departments have it down cold. I do safety work for a government lab, and one of the things the Department of Energy hammers on is defense in depth. When the consequences of an accident are severe, we can't just use prevention strategies to reduce the odds of the accident happening in the first place. We have to use mitigative structures, systems, or components to reduce the consequences when/if it does happen.

JBWoodford

Tsk! What, you want the government to do everything for you! Typical liberal whining, expecting the feds to hand out radiation treatment drugs they should have stocked up on themselves.

What else will You People ask for next, guys who wait around all day so they'll be ready to drive to your house to put out fires?

Blue Heron is SO awesome. I've been seriously considering mail-ordering a big sack of Rebel Crunch, because granola apparently sucks everywhere but the South Sound. (There's always making your own, but mine came out kind of burny the last few times. And I'm not sure how to go about duplicating whatever date-magic they're using.)

Also: Their spinach/feta turnovers. Hot damn.

Hehehe... Reminds me of a bumper sticker I saw last year: "Who needs Social Security when you have homeless shelters and food shelves?"

Of course, if the rest of the country is going the same route as Minneapolis, we won't have any of those left soon either. Is it 2008 yet?

I've given up eating "sugar free" cookies and candy in favor of the occasional real thing. Washed down with diet soda, on the theory that the diet soda cancels out the non-diet treats, right?

I'm hypertensive. It's hereditary, runs in my maternal line, kills males between the age of 45 and 60, and I got a bad dose of it. (My elder brother escaped.) When I was diagnosed I was 250/150. With heavy medication, it's down to 160/95 when I'm exercising/active, dropping to 135/85 when I'm lying down/resting (and lower when I'm asleep).

Sure I'm overweight, but exercising didn't bring my weight down -- it actually packed it on, replacing fat with muscle. While hypertension is often associated with obesity, sometimes it isn't (and I think my family history is one of those cases). My first cousin was skinny as a rake when he died of a stroke in his sleep, aged 48.

Sugar Free doesn't mean low in impact carbs, of course. I was looking at some Sugar Free cinnamon rolls the other day, and they were 19 grams of carbs each! NET. None of it was sugar, but so what?

About Steve Irwin: it was, in fact, a freak thing...but he apparently yanked the ray spine out of his heart himself, which is what caused his immediate death. I haven't seen the tape (and I hope I never do), but I'd be willing to bet he didn't fully realize what had happened, and shoved the ray away from himself. An understandable reaction, but one which killed him immediately.

I was a DB manager/developer at the local Diabetes education center for almost a year. The co-morbidities are what scared the heck out of me: retinopathy, nephropathy, hypertension, peripheral neuropathy, pulmonary venous deficiency, etc. Especially since I can point to my grandfather and say "See, that's what you did to yourself by refusing to manage your diabetes." He doesn't have days when he's tired of managing his disease (that's human!), he just doesn't do it all. I think the toe amputation scared him straight. Small strokes, quad-bypass, kidney failure: didn't phase him. Lopping off a toe - brought it home. Go figure.

We used fasting BG of >=100 as a pre-diabetes indicator (Impaired Fasting Glucose, Impaired Glucose Tolerance, Metabolic Syndrome X), and tried to teach the clients about what they could do help themselves out before the situation developed into diabetes.

There are some cool new drugs out there, I went to presentations on Byetta and Symlin just before I left the diabetes center. As I recall (I'm not a clinical person!), Byetta had a side effect of weight loss, which is nice change! Symlin is supposed to be a synthetic form of amylin, one of hormones produced by the pancreas (along with insulin) to help process your food into energy.

As with any other chronic disease, find a doctor that keeps up with the literature. We saw some wonderful people that complied perfectly with their docs guidelines. Their docs guidelines hadn't been updated in 30 years. Heartbreaking and frustrating.

That's what I remember as being the canonical value for decades; 15 or 20 years ago there were arguments that this was too high a threshold, and that people should start worrying/treating/... at lower levels. I haven't tracked the arguments closely because hyp\o/tension runs in my family; my mother averaged ca. 85/55 for some years, and 110/70 is the highest I've gotten in a long time. Yeah, it's fun to watch the forms nurse at the blood donor center recheck her numbers -- but graying out when I stand up suddenly is \not/ fun.

Charlie@183: exercise often replaces fat with muscle; even if you don't lose weight, you should see overall measurements go down because muscle is denser. You may also be running into the canard that the BMI is the perfect measure, even though it doesn't work for people anywhere off the average (wide or narrow skeletons, more or less fat than average).

re Steve Irwin -- has any news story been calm enough to discuss the relative demerits of leaving a poison-coated spike in the center of the circulatory system vs yanking it out? He may have panicked incorrectly, or he may have reacted the least-unreasonable way to a venomous type, or he may have been dead either way; my very vague recollection is that serious marine venom is more common in the tropics than in the temperate zones, but I'm no expert on the topic.

I'm fond of the spelt cookies, myself, although I have to remind myself that just because they're weird and chewy doesn't mean they're not glycogenic.

9 inch long Gummi Rats

Now, I'm off to find me a 9 year old willing to participate in such an experiment.

It does seem that a ray sting in a healthy adult is only likely to be fatal if it's in your trunk, which is much rarer than one in a limb. With our spiders, jellyfish, snakes, poison coneshells, stonefish, etc., it's useful to have a bit of basic knowledge, but problems with the first three are far more common, & so better known. Have we had a discussion of treating stings & toxic bites hereabouts?

His type of personality does set my teeth on edge (brings out the turtle reflex), but, unlike others I've known, it did seem to be a natural outflowing and was apparently directed in fairly positive ways. My respect rose when I heard he'd been using some of his wealth to fund protection of lands & wildlife in quite practical ways. So; a shock, and sad, and a reminder of how things can happen out of the blue, but possibly with some positive consequences as people rally round.

It's imagining what his family must be going through that breaks my heart.

Safari works just fine, though, as does IE7/Win XP.

Nick - I'll have to remember to check out Blue Heron next time I'm down in Olympia. I'll either love it or find it too crunchy.

Of course Oly, being Oly, has two other great bakeries, neither of which are quite as healthy as Blue Heron: Wagner's, which has been around forever, is a Viennese style bakery and Konditorie, and has amazing soups and sandwiches (on Capital Way two blocks down the Hill from the Capitol Campus), and The San Francisco Street Bakery, at San Francisco and North Bethel on the east side, which is a funky sort of Scottish style sweets/ sourdough bread place. All three have stalls at the Farmer's Market, which is out at the north end of Capital Way.

For a small town, this place is a hotbed of foodies. I don't know if there's anywhere else where people sell chantrelles out of the backs of pickups in October-November.

Wikipedia is behind the times. While 120/80 used to be considered textbook, recent test data announced in 2005 suggests that 120/80 (and especially the diastolic 80) should now be considered the high end of normal.

As is often the case, it will probably take years for this data to filter outwards and stands a fair chance of being modified before it propagates throughout the literature.

Sidenote: Another change just entering the health system is the aspirin dosage level thought to be actually helpful in preventing heart attacks. The baby dose of 81mg/day is showing to not be all that effective. Even a 325mg (standard single tablet) dose appears to cover only about 75% of the at-risk population. My MD showed me her study data late last year on this. Those on aspirin: Talk to your docs!

Just the thing for a barbie by the river...

Re the radiation thing: that is absolutely shocking. For the last fifty years the US has been at risk of nuclear attack, and there's no plan to deal with it? I mean, civil defence was supposed to be FEMA's job! Was there never a plan, or has DHS just lost it?

Re the radiation thing: that is absolutely shocking. For the last fifty years the US has been at risk of nuclear attack, and there's no plan to deal with it? I mean, civil defence was supposed to be FEMA's job! Was there never a plan, or has DHS just lost it?

"We will all go together when we go.
All suffuse with an incandescent glow.
No one will have the endurance
To collect on his insurance,
Lloyd's of London will be loaded when they go."
-- Tom Lehrer

All that, plus an (un)healthy dose of paranoia?

I think you have to work cheats into living with diabetes. So long as you're testing your glucose levels, you can see what an ice cream sundae does for you. My husband saw a marked improvement by going on NutriSystem for a couple of months, mainly because that taught him to have a cup of vegetables or fruit with every meal and to eat every 3 hours or so. He continues to eat that way, and has an A1C below 6 (even with the occasional ice cream sundae).

When the DC snipers were loose, my mom was watching the news and they showed a woman pumping gas in the area where the snipers had been active. My mom said: "That woman's crazy. She should make her husband pump the gas."

Kinda tell you something about my parents!

[good thing I copy-edited -- I almost had an 80 gal waterheater in my backpacking gear, I think I'd need a bigger pack]

Fuel delivery may become an issue -- hell, deliveries of every kind will be a problem. Just think -- it's the height of winter and those who depend on oil for their heat might not be able to get their tanks refilled.

In any given U.S. city, there's usually less than a month's worth of food available, in some areas maybe only 2 weeks...

Think about placing an entire state under quarantine for at least a month.

I have this really neat book (Making the Best of Basics: Family Preparedness Handbook) on preparing for emergencies. According to it, one should store one gallon of water per family member per day for a two-week period. It'd be better to have more, of course, in case of emergencies, but the book admits that taking up that much space, especially considering how heavy water is, is impractical.

Granted, if we ever set up that water catchment system we've been fantasizing about, it would be a lot easier, but I'm not sure Adam wants to go to the extra bother & expense of installing filters to make it potable. (He was planning on using it for garden watering, etc.)

I have all these books about preparedness, living without electricity, etc., but I don't consider myself a survivalist. I grew up in a town where the electricity went out a lot, and I've lived in a number of them since. This summer, my neighborhood got hit by what we all thought was a small tornado but turned out to be a derecho, and we lost power for 36 hours (during the worst of the heat wave, no less!) - and of course floods and blizzards and ice storms happen with annoying regularity. So it never hurts to be prepared.

We need mandatory drug testing for national government officials. Anybody who's work is as important as an airline pilot.

Mandatory alcohol tests for national legislators immediately before each vote.

It can't hurt.

I quit doing it for a combination of reasons. I got a girlfriend who thought it was disgusting. I started buying cheap milk with tops that didn't retighten. I got married and needed to put kitchen gadgets above the kitchen cabinets.

But it does work.The main thing is give it time for the ecosystem to adapt and keep it away from strong light.

Remember back when Republicans were demanding an up or down vote on Shrub's supreme court nominees?

Those same republicans promised to block an up-or-down vote on the senate democrat measure as to whether Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld should stay on the job.

However, she has lost a great deal - pets, artwork, half a house or more.

details here: http://divalea.livejournal.com/376129.html?nc=97

Look in the comments, it seems someone is trying to put together an organized response.

-r.

They consist of a hard candy shell around a gooey mint center. Chopping ain't in it.

Peeling the shell off, and chopping that, might work. I haven't tried it.

In fact, I never bought any Mentos before this summer, when, for some reason, I have found myself buying quite a few of them. And carrying boxes of Mentos, bottles of diet soda, heavy paper clips, and a cordless drill around in my car.

As a lurker with some knowledge about the blood pressure issue, I wanted to add that although 120/80 has been determined in the US to be the new high-end-of-normal, it is much, MUCH lower than the standard in the UK (and indeed, in much of Europe, iirc). My doctor--who is fantastic--believes that this change is really more about selling pills than treating conditions. And I--working as I do amongst health researchers--tend to believe that lurking in the background of all this is corporate-sponsored research. It doesn't need to be Bristol-Myers (or whomever) giving you $500,000 a year to check on blood pressure standards; it can be the $1.2 million dollar lab at your university paid for in large part by corporate donations, or the $5000 you hope to score from a corporate donor for a small project or extra lab tech. The culture of corporate research makes me very, VERY suspicious when my blood pressure goes from being very good to pushing the margins of treatable overnight.

My little sisters got their soda to bubble over at my wedding using Jordan almonds. If I'd seen the mentos thing at the time I would have grabbed a bottle of soda from the bar and run outside with the kids.

I unfortunately missed that Mythbusters (and it was one I wanted to see, too), so I didn't know that it was the candy shell that was the necessary component. That being said, I don't see that chopping it up would make the experiment fail.

As to other ways of doing this, IIRC, a small amount of salt will cause soda to fizz briefly.

Finally, I _seriously_ underestimated the amount of soda necessary -- you probably want closer to 2/3 cup for any significant effect (which makes it difficult to fit in your standard-size gummy rat).

Talking with Folk Who Hate You.

The two main characters are ordinary legionairres, Titus Pullo and Lucius Vorenus, and they are very decent and honorable men -- by the standards of Republican Rome. Which means, by modern standards, they're a couple of sociopaths.

At one point (and I don't think this is a significant spoiler) Titus Pullo loses his temper and beats an innocent boy to death with his bare hands and, so far was I immersed into the reality of the series, that I thought to myself, "Poor Titus Pullo. He didn't really mean it. He just has a problem controlling his temper, but otherwise he's a sweet guy. And now everyone will be angry with him!"

(I'm sure they'll rerun the episode fairly soon.)

I do wonder if squished Mentos (breaking the candy shell and producing even more nucleation sites that way) would have a stronger effect or not. Hmm....

The two main characters are ordinary legionairres, Titus Pullo and Lucius Vorenus, and they are very decent and honorable men -- by the standards of Republican Rome. Which means, by modern standards, they're a couple of sociopaths.

Given that the entire population of Rome liked to entertain itself by watching men fight to the death, probably thousands in a citizen's lifetime, it is a bit hard to compare Rome apples with modern apples.

Or, maybe, it's extremely easy, depending on your attitude of people's fascination with gun camera videos on CNN.

I used to do that myself. I'd routinely read the very last page of a book very, very early on. I don't remember why or precisely when I stopped, and whether I made a conscious decision or just stopped.

I was going to object to that, Greg, but you did it to yourself. Besides, was Rome anomalous for its finding entertainment in death, compared to other civilizations of the era? And I'm thinking of societies of the same technological level.

(Meanwhile, I confess that I enjoy silly movies like Quo Vadis and I can't wait for the DVD release. Leo Genn is great. As for Peter Ustinov, well, he is Peter Ustinov and it's so much fun to see him chew on the scenery in the role of Nero.)

Does anyone know anything about holly? I planted a male and a female holly a few years ago, and they had Merry Holly Sex and the female produced lots of berries and all was well. Last year I planted a second female, and the whole poly-holly thing is going somewhat oddly. Last fall the new female berried her little heart out and the senior female produced no berries at all. This year, the senior female is berrying happily. The junior one is berrying and seems to be about a week behind the other one, but she's also lost a whole lot of leaves and the ones that are left look distinctly pale compared to the other hollies'. I'm afraid I'm going to lose her. Anyone have any advice on keeping holly healthy? Or have any idea why a female wouldn't berry consistently every year? Or why one would produce lots and lots of berries and otherwise look like she's about to keel over?

I'm really not a gardening sort of person, but my outdoor plantings have mostly worked out well until now.

On the bright side, my home continues bat-free, my Real Vacation (post-Newport, post-worldcon) actually made me feel relaxed and happy temporarily, and I'm going to my first-ever campaign volunteer meeting with the Lamont folks tonight.

As to the berrying thing, I have no clue. :) Maybe the wind was wrong to blow the pollen over the older female the year you planted the new one? Especially if you haven't any other holly in the area to contribute when your male was falling down on the job.

Heh.

I don't think you can compare Roman love of blood sport with anything in America today.

In America, we love simulated violence in our entertainment. It's getting steadily more graphic, but it's still simulated. Real violence on shows like COPS is fairly lightweight, and when we see the occasional real death on the TV news, it's edited to remove the most gory bits.

And all decent people routinely denounce graphic violent entertainment as being corrupting and evil. Indeed, the hatred of graphic violent entertainment is so universal that you have to wonder who's actually watching the stuff.

In Rome, blood sport was considered character-building. Young children were routinely taken to the games to watch gladiators and wild animals kill each other in gorefests. Their parents believed that seeing all that violence and blood helped make the kiddies into proper Romans, and the wisest people in society agreed.

It is the only non-sugar sweetener I find I can stand.

I have a copious number of packets of powdered stevia somewhere around here; if anyone would like a few, please email me your address at the address linked behind my name (which I check once a week), and I will send you some, if I can find it. I think I know where it is.

It's not out of the ordinary for fruit trees to bear more heavily in alternate years; just because the holly's berries are inedible doesn't mean the situation couldn't be analogous.

We had beautiful wild holly where I grew up in Maryland; I distinctly remember that there were heavy-berrying and light-berrying trees, and I don't think I'm making it up when I also remember year differences (I won't go so far as to claim alternate-bearing, at this distance in time).

I don't know, Mitch. Ducks on the receiving end of Dick Cheney's canned hunts would disagree. If they could speak. And if Dick missed them, since undead ducks aren't a possibility.

Unfortunately, they had an extremely mundane example, not involving puns in any way.

(FWIW, at the junior college I went to, to effectively defenestrate someone it would have been necessary to throw them through a second-floor window into the cafeteria.)

I no longer remember the details, but I will never forget Miss Crivelli's enthusiasm in Modern European History (high school c1985) when she talked about The Defenestration of Prague.

I remember more about this little mnemonic:
In 732 at the Battle of Tours
Charles Martel defeated the Moors

It's not just fruit trees but also at least some kinds of nuts. Around here it's pecans, which bear copiously every other year and hover somewhere between completely non-doing and a few measly nuts the off years. The only thing is, doing- and non-doing-ness are not universal; there are always bearing trees, and there are always non-bearing trees.

So your holly could be doing that sort of thing, although none of the top holly hits suggest alternate bearing.

I thought someone else might remember better than I do the physiological mechanism, but it's in the general realm of "energy levels in the plant at a time this year determine next year's crop." Heavy bearing in 2005 pulls energy out of the plant body and sets the crop low for 2006.

"Theo, the guy fell eight stories into a pile of poo-poo. What's the problem?"
"I don't like it. First, it's too simple. Second, this isn't Upper West Side poo-poo."
"You got lab work on that?"
"Crocker, this is my city. My nose is a laboratory."

But in ancient Rome, blood sport was universally loved, and almost nobody spoke out against it.

(She came home one day laughing uproariously. One of her colleagues had shown her a report from a field worker which stated 'client has been referred to psycho the rapist'.)

Certainly, we're still a pretty bloodthirsty people. And America is in many ways similar to Rome -- it's part of what makes Roman history so fascinating.

Still, I think in America, the impulse to participate in violence, and see it done, has been diluted to the point where it's qualitatively different from what existed in Roman times.

When we watch a Martin Scorscese movie, we expect the violence to be intense, sadistic, gory--and simulated. We expect that the actors are all play-acting. Indeed, we've seen them, healthy and whole, chatting up the movie on Letterman and Good Morning America.

Nice to see certain pain in the ass admins are still a pain in the ass.

admins. terms of appointment. two years.

Admins need to be exposed to re-election every couple years to weed out these assholes.

"Welcome to Wome."

Yes, he really said that, Mitch. No jokes were uttered about Biggus Dickus, though...

When I figured out that a lot of the little marks in French words actually signified a deleted letter my ability to read 16thc Italian improved dramatically.

It isn't just the holly--it's everything. Oak, pine, walnut, sycamore, poplar, dogwood, mimosa, not to mention the vines. Ugh--I've just reminded myself of how much work I have to do in the yard. Bah.

There was a short story by Arthur C. Clarke titled The Defenestration of Ermintrude Inch, published in Tales of the White Hart. I couldn't find a good plot synopsis online, but I found notes by a couple of people saying they love this word, and they first encountered it in this title.

I wonder whether all Romans enjoyed gladiatorial games, or whether the ones who didn't quietly stayed home and didn't discuss the matter, to avoid being mocked or worse. I assume someone here knows can tell me whether women were allowed to attend; if not, we can't infer that all Romans liked such things, when at most half of them attended.

The DM decided that they'd run away in desperate search of a window...

There are surviving writings by various philosophical types on the games, but Michael Grant (who is unusually hostile on this subject) notes that most of them are only mildly disapproving, or seem more concerned with making logical arguments than actually changing anything. There were, however, plenty of entertainments in Rome that didn't involve non-playacted death, so those who weren't excited by the games may just have been at the theater.

Curious sidenote: many hundreds of little plaques bearing curses against chariot racers have been found, mostly buried at the hippodrome entrances where the subjects would be likely to walk over them. They say things like "May Agrippa's horses get diarrhea in the home stretch, and oh yeah, his wheels should fall off and an eagle should crap on his head." There is not a single known example of a plaque hoping that someone will win.

Of course, the contemporary street view of Rome is heavily colored by yarns like Ben Hur and Quo Vadis, which present the place as unrelievedly corrupt and nasty and generally icky, unless you became a Christian, in which case you were instantly an advocate for abolishing slavery, the games, and extramarital sex. The fact that, when the Christians did take over, none of those things was abolished (the games were, about AD500) is a different issue entirely.

There is much truth to this. It is indeed easier to be magnanimous in victory than in defeat. And mercy is an essential part of wielding power properly. At the same time, I think that the present administration shows the dangers that can occur when this view is taken too far. This administration is made up of recidivist criminals, men who committed serious violations of our Constitution in two previous administrations (Nixon's and Reagan's).

After Watergate, the ascendant Democratic Party didn't want to dwell on the past, or punish those responsible. The party, and the American people in general, wanted to move on and forget about it. "Our long national nightmare is over." Except it wasn't. The same filth returned to high office in Reagan's administration not a decade later, and proceeded to commit the Iran-Contra scandal. Reagan was never held to account for this (though his administration was overhauled and some of the worst offenders sidelined), and when Bill Clinton came to power in 1992, he too wanted to move on and let bygones be bygones. Well, it didn't work this time either. The same criminals and lunatics once again took high office in the Bush administration and have managed, in six years, to effectively destroy the image of the U.S. across the globe - not to mention torturing and murdering thousands of innocent people. They came back from Iran-Contra (Abrams, Reich, Negroponte, Ledeen). They came back from the Nixon Administration (Cheney and Rumsfeld). They came back and proceeded to repeat their crimes and shame America in the eyes of the world. Never again. This time, they must be held to account for their sins. This time, they must not get away.

I used to see a dentist named "Fenstermacher." (She's still named Fenstermacher but I am no longer one of her patients. No joke. No, she was a good dentist, really. Were there many windows in her office? Not that I noticed, why do you ask?)

It's nice (for certain values) to imagine a scene where Chuck Heston buries a little scroll reading, "So, Messala prince of schmucks, you should only fall down and bust your tuchis."

And at the same time, it's a gorgeous early Fall day here. I was out walking my dog around our little New England town, admiring the grass and the trees and the houses and thinking, "This looks nothing like the way I imagined a repressive dictatorship would look." Here's all this crap going on, and my day to day life has changed not a whit, outside of the stuff I know about and am upset by.

There is not a single known example of a plaque hoping that someone will win.

Well, that could have been because when you bury those little plaques, you want the recipient of the curse to step on it without knowing that it's there.

On the other hand, if you wanted someone to win you'd be perfectly upfront about giving him a good luck charm, making an offering to the gods or whatever. I have no idea if there's any evidence of those things happening, but it seems likely that they would.

You got it. That's what they want all of us to think/feel. Never mind that just down the road, in that windowless building behind barbed wire that the federal government put up a couple months ago with money appropriated for Homeland Security, someone is being tortured. We just have to learn to put our attention elsewhere, at the TV with its 9/11 docudramas, at the -- oooh, shiny! -- speechifying by the Preznit and his friends.

Someone on DailyKos made a comment that has stayed in my mind, something to the effect that you can't be a war president if you're losing the war. The Taliban is back in Afghanistan and there's a civil war in Iraq; that's two wars Bush isn't winning. Do you think he's going to try for a third?

BTW, the possiblity (mentioned on another thread and on TalkLeft) that some of those folks in CIA custody have been turned into vegetables by their torturers and so cannot possibly go on trial rings hideously true. It is possible. I hope it's false speculation.

I always thought my friend Mike's Word of Command "Masturbate!" was pretty effective. Renders most critters hors de combat, the most notable exception being female centaurs.

Josh #273: Aché, Amen, So Mote It Be. From your keyboard to God's (or the gods') eyes. Declare ye this, and let it be heard. Hear, hear. Right on, brother. Preach it.

I wish I could think of some way to make it happen. The Democrats are just too bloody weak. They need to get their hands dirty, methinks.

When "Advanced" Dund came out, they tried, with industry but not much wit, to precisely describe what all the magic spells could and could not do. That they were trying to do this about magic spells is unfortunately characteristic of the TSR mindset at the time.

Anyway, when they got to the WoC, the defining completely lost its internal geometry. The reader was told that you couldn't yell "Suicide!" at the subject, because, quote, "'Suicide' might be a noun."

They then went on to tell you, with examples, the effects of shouting the entirely permissible words "Fly," "Fall," and, uhm-er-okay, "Die," one of the most frequently used nouns in the rulebook. One might imagine a large rotund creature tumbling madly through the adventurers, scattering them quite literally like ninepins, and resting in the chaos with the observation, "Me come up 20."

"Masturbate" is, however, an inspired thought, provided that the creature in question doesn't, you know, produce violent side effects. One wouldn't want to say that to the ever-popular Sodium Golem.

"Get lost."

Does anyone else find that this makes it more difficult for them to follow the thread of the conversation?

Just curious, not complaining. I noticed in the Valerie Plame thread that I was scrolling back a lot more than usual.

... perhaps based on an old joke, in which the Irishman farts and says "catch that and paint it green!"

Does anyone else find that this makes it more difficult for them to follow the thread of the conversation?

Just curious, not complaining.

I've noticed, and I'll complain, being the grumpy and old-fashioned usenet type that I am. Even though it's now easier to find the referenced post, I dislike the context-free responses and the extra time it takes to scroll back to see what they are replying to. Are numbers and quotes too much to ask for?

Sweet, sour, best served cold, not fattening. I'm thinking some kind of fruit-based sherbet.

Syllabub! Adds alcohol to the mix and might be a bit on the fattening side, though.

I am reminded of our memorable first (and so far only) attempt at a three-layer early 19thc-style trifle. Now we just make the top and bottom layers.

Liquid nitrogen. Shattering. It's worth a try.

LN2
It's not just 77 degrees K
It's an adventure*

. . . would anybody be interested?

In other science notes, the closed-caption on the Weather Channel just announced that:

"For the second day in a row, NASA has shrubbed the lodge of the Shuttle."

Next thing you know, they're going to have to cut down the tallest tree in the forest with a herring.

*"The most fun you can have until your fingers shatter" is a possibility, but perhaps too grim.

Apparently today I am That Person, because uh <tiny>I don't get it.</tiny>

Is there some kind of lore from the far lands of furry fandom we are supposed to know but really kind of don't want to know but on the other hand . . .

Stefan "Trying real hard not to think of a centaur's personal area on company time" Jones

One of my favorites of the series (Sherman Hemsley as the professor, and Ron Glass as the demon wearing the mutable T-shirt). When he's dismissed the demon, the professor returns to the problem on the blackboard muttering “Well, he was no help at all...”

It reminded me of a story in Clifton Fadiman's collection, Fantasia Mathematica (unfortunately, I can't find the title or author of the story I'm thinking of). A mathmatician makes a bet with the devil: he and his wife get perfect health and a long life, unless the devil succeeds at an assigned task within three days (in which case the devil gets the mathematician's soul). The devil agrees to this, but is nonplussed to find his assigned task is to find a proof for Fermat's theorem. The devil nonetheless sets himself to the task, reporting back at intervals on his progress in mastering varieties of esoteric maths (both human and extraterrestrial), but in the end admits defeat.

So as the professor triumphs, he admits disappointment that the devil hadn't been able to crack the problem. Then the devil shows up again, a little embarrassed, admits that he had misplaced his notes, and then starts discussing with the professor: “...do you think Fermat might have tried..?”. The professor motions to his wife to fetch them some coffee, as they sit about the table discussing the problem, and as she does she reflects that the devil has come to resemble just another academic collegue.

I think there's also a vaguely similar story in which the scientist/professor's wife welcomes the devil into her kitchen and offers him coffee while absent-mindedly letting her robe fall open, leading to the following exchange:

"Cream?"
"Yes, with strawberries. Or rosebuds. Pink ones."
"The robe, Curl--"

The last line is from the husband, who remarks that his wife is casual about nudity because of having been raised by either missionaries or anthropologists, I can't recall which. Possivly a Heinlein story, possibly not.

LN2
It's not just 77 degrees K
It's an adventure*

. . . would anybody be interested?

Ooh, shiny!

I remember LN2 in physics. Came in stainless-steel thermoses (thermi?) and was then poured into styrofoam cups for the experiment part of the exercise. The instructor scared us properly beforehand by telling us about his teacher, who did a little sleight of hand involving fingers and hotdogs. Mine simply used a red, red rose (however, it was not in June).

Oh yes, T-shirts. Yes.

This is ridiculous, to be sure. It was the DM's way of saying "Word of Command 'Masturbate!' was clever for a while, but I'm tired of it, and it isn't going to work any more."

Um...okay, I don't get it either. And I'm female.

Irene showed up on my doorstep earlier with a CD of 19th-century pornographic prints. No centaurs. We got into a discussion of how useful the prints were as documentation on 19thc underwear. Then I called a male friend and we got into the same discussion about the same particular issues (above the knee or below? to tuck or not to tuck?)

Sometimes I think we might not be normal.

Normal? Who, me? I haven't been normal in many years. Average, maybe, but not normal.

Are 19thc pornographic prints useful documentation for undies? I'd assume shifts and drawers would be prominently represented ...

Not Heinlein--it was by Keith Laumer, anthologized in Timetracks; I'm too lazy to go downstairs and dig up my copy, but that's what Google & tabbed browsing are for...hmm...the story is called "The Devil You Don't."

JBWoodford

Exactly so. At the time, I think he was most famous for his role as Detective Harris in Barney Miller.

Here's a link to his IMDb entry; his roll as Sheppard Book in Serenity tops the list, with his appearances in Firefly under #4. The Twilight Zone episode is #33, and his appearances in Barney Miller fall under #37.

I read Xopher's second paragraph ("This is ridiculous, to be sure...") as saying that the female centaur's response was an arbitrary decision by the umpire in order to stop things getting any further off track. In other words, there isn't anything to get, in terms of actual physiological realities.

Dewar do not. There is no try.

"And little schmuck goed smiling."
"Did you have to use that adjective?"
"Uh . . . Thog just pawn in great game of witty repartee."

*Not that I know anybody like that.

Seamus Zelazny Harper was right, Mike... Puns are the lowest form of humor, unless one thinks of it first.

Thermoi, I would think.

I GM'd a GURPS campaign for eighteen years. I had to keep coming up with new things to throw at the (increasingly powerful and experienced) player characters, so they didn't get away with using the same tricks over and over either.

One trick they came up with was using various Dome spells to trap someone. I let this work a couple of times, then I stopped allowing it. I'm a blunt-spoken, straightforward kind of guy, so I just told them that since a Dome spell is intended to protect the person inside, it won't hold them if they want to walk out of it. I actually think this is a correct interpretation of the s/c/r/i/p/t/u/r/e/ spell, but the reason I got to thinking about it was that it was getting to be sand in the face; they used it in every fight, and it was getting stooopid.

The Game Must Be Fun Shall Be the Whole of the Law; Fun is the Law, Fun Under Rules. It has to be fun for the GM too! If I'm bored, it's no fun.

Use French and the subject will automatically acquire classiness, right, Xopher? That reminds me of the early Nineties when I read about a restaurant called Le Trou in San Francisco. The literal translation is 'the hole', but colloquially it'd be 'the dive'.

"I thought the Kama Sutra was an Indian restaurant until I discovered [product]"

...until market research revealed that most of the target demographic did think the Kama Sutra was an Indian restaurant.

Heh. I distinctly recall somebody showing me an example of turn-of-the-century porn - and my first reaction was "Hah! Look - she's wearing a pair of split combinations with no buttons, and a longer seam in the back." It ... wasn't the expected reaction.

P J Evans wondered:
Are 19thc pornographic prints useful documentation for undies? I'd assume shifts and drawers would be prominently represented ...

In some cases, definitely. You do need to be aware that they were as prone to 'fantasy' pictures as we are, though.

In some cases, definitely. You do need to be aware that they were as prone to 'fantasy' pictures as we are, though.

Are you saying the edible bananna-flavored corset with liquorice laces was not a common undergarment?

Thermoses (thermi?)

Thermoi, I would think.

And the ones made from Fimo are Thermoipoly? Or is that just the Greek name?

On another matter: I was given a Video iPod some time ago. Since the budget's been tight I haven't bought any TV shows or films from iTunes. Is there another site that has public domain films available so I can test this out? Thanks!

Your brain is mine now! Muahahahaha!

I forgot to thank you for nailing the reference for me. I think I've got a second-hand hardcover copy somewhere, in one of the boxes...

A lot of fun stuff in that collection. One story had an entrepreneurial shoe manufacturer trying to save money by rotating right shoes through the fourth dimension to turn them into left shoes (he then only has to manufacture shoes based on one form, rather than two).

There has been some speculation that if you could actually do that, you would also turn them into antimatter...

Okay, I just watched the Sandy Berger scene. It is beyond defamatory. The reports you've read do not do it justice.

We are 1 hour 54 minutes into the film, it is the culmination of the entire first two hours of the film. CIA agents on the ground with Commander Massoud have found bin Laden. They have him pin-pointed in a house. They are looking at the house with binoculars. They are on the phone with the CIA, that has patched in Clinton National Security Adviser Sandy Berger. Berger, like a bumbling ass, sits there, looking every which way, refusing to give them clearance to grab bin Laden who is in their literal grasp. The woman at the CIA has to lecture Berger about how intelligence works, like he's some kind of moron. Berger literally looks like a deer caught in the headlights. He's clueless, an idiot, a moron, unfit to serve in any public office - hell, I wouldn't hire the guy to mow my lawn. After a very long pause, the agents are begging Berger to take some responsibility, stop being such a wuss, stop trying to cover his chicken-shit ass, you see Berger reach forward and the phone line goes dead. Clearly Berger has ended the call. Osama gets away. And Sandy Berger is personally responsible for killing 3,000 Americans and bringing down the World Trade Center twin towers.

Not only is this scene FAR MORE defamatory than any review I've seen to date, this is THE KEY SCENE of the entire first half of the movie. You can't cut it, or a good portion of the movie just makes no sense. But Disney/ABC can't leave the scene is because it simply did not happen. CIA agents weren't on the ground, they weren't with Massoud, nobody had bin Laden in their grasp, and Berger never refused to give the order to get the guy.

The entire culmination of the first half of the show is one big fat lie. This isn't just a small scene with a small error. It's THE scene and it NEVER HAPPENED AT ALL.

There actually is an excellent brunch place in Toronto called Hello Toast, although I see that it's been renamed to 'Toast on Queen,' which is a far more surreal name if you don't know it's on Queen Street.

and Fragano's followup, #324: I'd be in favour of opening a restaurant in Paris called 'Vôtre Toast' which would, of course, serve only dishes made with habanero peppers.

Fragano, I find you frighteningly learned, so I am hesitant to say this, but I think you might mean Vous Etes Toast (with an accent circonflexe over the first 'e' in 'etes' - how do you do that?), which translates to 'you are toast'. I understand 'vôtre' to be the noun (as in 'you and yours'); 'your toast,' as in the possessive, would be 'votre toast,' no accent. Or, of course, 'Votre Pain Grille' (with an accent aigu on the final 'e'), which, oddly enough, seems just as appropriate for an all-habanero restaurant.

Lizzy, I'm unspeakably angry at ABC/Disney. I'm sure they expect we'll eventually forget they did this. I won't. I will never again buy anything that puts money in their pockets. If I can avoid it, I will neither speak well of them, nor review any of their works. I will cheer on their enemies. I will encourage others to do the same. And I will do this for the rest of my life.

If the news media don't report this story, I'll conclude once and for all that they're hopelessly corrupt.

Did you know that they explicitly refused to give advance copies to people who are libeled in it, but sent quantities of advance copies to far-right publications and weblogs?

I hope they get their asses sued off. I hope they get nailed under the campaign finance laws. I hope someone flies an airplane into the side of their building.

“The following movie is a dramatization that is drawn from a variety of sources including the 9/11 Commission Report and other published materials, and from personal interviews. The movie is not a documentary. For dramatic and narrative purposes, the movie contains fictionalized scenes, composite and representative characters and dialogue, as well as time compression."

The "other published material" apparently includes wingnut fantasies published at LGF.

This makes me think of someone making a film called The Path to the Reichstag Fire which contained fictionalized scenes, composite and representative characters and dialogue, depicting the Elders of Zion plotting to stab the Reich in the back.

Excuse me, I need to go punch a wall.

I'd do a lot of that, but I have no TV and get to Disneyland maybe once in ten years (been twice in the last twenty years, both times on the company's nickel). However, I won't go see 'Pirates' 2 in the theater, or buy it on DVD when it comes out, and Lin and I can not-watch-football-on-ABC/ESPN and do something more useful (or more entertaining), like reading Making Light.

Deals-with-the-devil stories: I hadn't seen the Haldeman one, but it's possible he was inspired by Niven's "Convergent Series", in which the demon will reappear in the pentacle, break it, and take the summoner (none of this pansy task-he-can't-do stuff -- the summoner is guaranteed gone); gur fhzzbare svtherf bhg gb erqenj gur cragnpyr ba gur qrzba'f oryyl. I too liked the Porges and the Laumer (thanks to JB for identifying); I remember Curl being transformed into a series of historical beauties ending with a sparkly cloud: -"Sorry, I forgot that X was entirely legendary"- (X =? Helen?).

Xopher: "Warning: GM whimsical when bored" has been a slogan for a long time. I made the mistake of suggesting to one who had lots of SF monsters that he really ought to have a vatch (from Schmitz, The Witches of Karres); I was out of D&D by then, but heard from some people who were Not Amused. I expect good gamers will keep coming up with new stuff to irritate the GM; back when she gamed, my wife's character was once dangled over a drop with the following result:
"He's how tall?"
"10 feet"
"And I'm 5 feet tall, upside down, with my feet at his chin. Where are my hands?"
"Uh..."
"Shocking Grasp!"
(Yes, there was another mage in the party to catch her.)

Years ago, Elise Mattheson put a storyteller necklace up for charity auction for a new wheelchair van for a fan. I bought and wore it for years, but no longer have clothes to match, so I gave it to BEADAIDE -- a charity for beaders, in this case, the winnings go to a beadmaker whose husband had a massive stroke and needs full-time care -- for charity auction.

The Egyptian empress dissolved into a nebulous cloud of pastel-colored gas in which clotted star-dust winked and writhed, to the accompaniment of massed voices humming nostalgic chords amid an odor of magnolia blossoms. Another gesture, and Curl stood again before them, looking slightly dazed.

"Hey, what was that last one?" she cried.

"Sorry, that was Scarlett O'Hara. I forgot she was a figment of the imagination. Those are always a little insubstantial."

The Laumer story THE DEVIL YOU DON'T is posted as chapter 17 of The Lighter Side on the Baen Free Library.

Fragano (#339): I just screwed up. Sorry. 'Frighteningly learned'????

No apology necessary. And yes.

Regarding ABC/Disney, I've just been pointed at a livejournal post by Liz Marcs on the subject. Long, and powerful.

Thank you for that one. It's worth saving.

Now I need to go and make a list of all Disney media properties so I can more effectively boycott them. (And yes, this means no further DVDs of The Tick now that it's a Buena Vista property.)

It also strikes me as odd that this has got me angry enough to ban Disney the way I've banned Exxon/Mobil. Fox is far more consistently pro-fascist, but I'm not boycotting NewsCorp.

Internet Archive: Feature Films has a ton of public domain films in a variety of video formats. Also, check out The Prelinger Archives (at the same domain) for fantastic old documentaries and educational films. I've never tried to play any of these on my iPod, though.

- Road to 9/11: They have compressed and telescoped certain scenes. This means they telescoped Bush letting Bin Laden go at Tora Bora back to the Clinton administration.

In my email to Iger, I asked if he was so ungrateful that he'd malign the man who worked hard and well, against terrific opposition, to save his stupid life -- in order to kiss up to the man at the switch who only wakes up for vacations and fundraisers.

Is there a way to do the same for Sidelights? I sometimes miss things, or at least don't see them until I'm paying a visit here. Sometimes I visit frequently, sometimes not, so I'd like to have Sidelights on my LJ feed too.

Help?

yes.

yes.

(scurries away)

URL

URL

http://www.livejournal.com/friends/add.bml?user=electroside

None have been quite as memorable as this famous disaster poem, by Mr. William McGonagall

Wait, what's this? I've just received an email from somebody in Montana. Apparently, the Tay Bridge Disaster was engineered by the Clintons for the insurance money. They saw it on TV...

Wow, we're living in the wonderful world of Disney.

Greg, you are evil. Just so you know.

Hail, thou Bridge on the northerly Forth!
Twixt Queensferry South and Queensferry North
Bearing high traffic loads on an over-Firth courth.
And after the Tay, which was quite blown away
On a terrible, horrible, rather wet day
And the train out of Scotland was dunked in the bay
Still the builders did say, in their style gravely gay,
That double cantilevering pointed the way.
And so no further locals should fall in the drink,
They brought iron and steel and the oxide of zinc;
And thanks to the girder, the bolt, and the pin
Since the day it was built, it has not fallen in.

. . . well, maybe not that one.

But the Minnesota Orchestra played at the Proms this year, so the quota's probably filled.

Still, per Aspel ad astra.

#301 et al. Thermoses, Thermi, Thermoi
try Thermides.

Even allowing for adverts, this seems likely to feel long-winded.

I can see ways how Mike's poem could be handled, though I'm not sure if I would end up adding something that isn't there. It's something that seems to require performance rather than just reading, a montage of voices.

"O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention," and one who woudn't proceed to tumble down the stairs while trying to depict our politically convenient protagonists as "warlike Harry".

Though the "famine, sword and fire" don't seem to be very good at crouching like leashed hounds.

Five years. So much has happened — in my life & across the world — but it can all seem not so long ago. The years spin so quickly past, even as some racking nights & days stretch out almost beyond bearing.

If you'd like, I can ask a pharmacist friend in Halifax for her advice. I know that she filled scrips for travellers stranded there five years ago, so obviously there can be some leeway.

I'd appreciate it greatly if you could ask your friend -- though I know that in the last few years the US has been trying to close up as many loopholes as possible, presumably so as to be sure Big Pharma here gets its due. And I have better ways to spend my time visiting the, er, Northland, than hanging around clinics and pharmacies, anyway. I just don't want to waste an opportunity if there is one - with no prescription insurance, and meds that take the lion's share of a week's take-home pay, every little bit helps as they say.

Somebody call Barbara Carrera's agent.

Also, xeroces, kleeneces, kodaki, and shinolæ.

And I vote for kodachi (coe-DAH-chee).

Teresa, how is your statement any different from Ann Coulter wishing that the New York Times building be blown up? Please elaborate why you think my wife, an employee of Disney by way of ESPN, should have her offices hit by an airliner.

Glenn Hauman's been there, done that.

Jen R #352: Thanks! Exactly what I was hoping for.

I've been a bad boy.

A colleague and I are having a disagreement about the personality of comic writers. He cites Twain, Thurber and Aristophanes and contends that comic writers are a bunch of misanthropic bastards to a man. I cite Wodehouse, Pratchett and Shakespeare and contend that some of the best comic writing comes from a basic affection for human nature. He doesn't post to blogs, so I'm hoping that posing the question here will give me an edge :)

So - is misanthropy a necessary quality in a comic writer? Feel free to throw names/examples at me.

Er, what?

I think the piece missing is the fact that that there is the comic and then there is the audience. It isn't like comics are a species that can be analyzed in a vacuum. Comics that carry a hatred or mistrust of mankind probably play to an audience that also carries a hatred or mistrust of mankind.

Comics that like to make light of the silliness of being human probably play to an audience that is able to make light of their own foibles of being human.

You might as well go to the ice cream section in a grocery store and ask "what flavor best describes all ice cream?" as to ask "what personality best describes all comics?"

"Cookie dough" describes all ice cream as much as "misanthropic" describes all comics.

There are quite a lot of people who like the idea that "funny artists," whether they're writers, standups, or actors, are "secretly" SOBs (and DOBs). There are certainly well-known examples of the breed, but they're well-known because (often after the subject is dead) the story gets around that "Hey, did you know Leo 'Big Tsuris' Sprudelmacher only left his grandkids a hundred grand each? I'm sorry now I ever laughed at the cheap bastid." If someone's polite off camera, nobody seems to notice, unless s/he dies broke and forgotten, in which case there will be a headline reading Dorothy Verklempt Dies Broke and Forgotten; Used to Be Funny.

Great actors get married too often, highly intelligent people are crazy,* science fiction writers, UFOs rubber ears Dianetics,** brilliant comics aren't funny all the time, especially when you interrupt them at dinner and demand a performance.

*Especially mathematicians. If you know what a natural logarithm is, you're probably taking antidepressants by the bucketful.
**Well, uh.

Comics that like to make light of the silliness of being human probably play to an audience that is able to make light of their own foibles of being human.

So if I like Thurber, Wodehouse, chilli chocolate and proper bean vanilla, either I'm affected with MPD or I lack discernment :)

I can live with that.

Still, a roll-call of sweet and functional comedians would help me win the argument, which is more of an exercise in dialectic than a search for truth.

So: Steven Fry, Douglas Adams, Bill Bryson ... sometimes ... Noel Coward ... sometimes ... Monty Python, alone and in a bunch but probably not John Cleese ... actually, Terry Gilliam's a bit suspect ... Chaucer ... sometimes ... Jasper fforde ...

Damn. Now I'm hungry.

I do and I am, but I'm not. Have I missed my calling?

Ah, I misunderstood. I thought this was an attempt to prove all comics were/were-not mysanthropic. But a roll-call is a much easier task of disproving all are mysanthropic by suitable examples that at least some aren't.

But you went from looking for comics who are not mysanthropic to looking for comics who are "functional". I don't know if I can keep up with the ever-changing specifications...

;)

Anyways, I would wager that Eddie Izzard is most definitely NOT mysanthropic. But some might see him dressing in women's clothing and question whether he is "functional". So, depending on which one you're trying to prove/disprove, he might do. A quick perusal of wikipedia didn't reveal any major personal issues, so maybe he's functional too.

I've seen a couple of his standup routines and my stomach muscles hurt from laughing so much.

But thanks for reminding me of Ben Elton and Lenny Henry. Don't ask me how, but you did.

I think he qualifies as functional. I must confess I'm a bit of a Christopher Walken groupie, though. So I might be a bit biased there.

And saying "Ah! I shall prove the Poincaré Conjecture! That will show those who called me mad! Bwah-hah-cough**-hah!" doesn't do it, first because, well, it would show those who, etc., and second because two other guys already got there, and they're not mad, just kind of cranky.

*Not "manky," unless maybe you're Paul Erdös and you just opened your brain.
**Darn chalk dust.

He cites Twain, Thurber and Aristophanes and contends that comic writers are a bunch of misanthropic bastards to a man.

Twain didn't start out a misanthrope in my opinion. Tell your colleague you'd like to see how happy he stays if you kill the same amount of his relatives as Twain lost during his lifetime. Especially the children, who ideally would have outlived him.

http://www.grumperina.com/knitblog/archives/2006/09/seriously.htm#more

The Inconsequential Psychic, when he spoofs his performance in The Dead Zone, is a CLASSIC.

Vian - IMHO (obviously) comic writers/performers are only considered funny if they find the right audience and are using the form of humor the audience resonates with. Good comedy comes from perceptive and articulate observation of the absurdity of the human condition.

After some more thinking, the only difference - one group manages to maintain their optimism about humanity, and the other does not.

And why, yet again, has there never been any new media attention investigating why did FBI office heads tell those two different agents in to different cities to cease and desist when the agents uncovered Middle Eastern nationals taking jumbo jet flying lessons with no interest in learning how to land the palnes, and the agents wanted warranted for search and seizure to search the abode and computers of the Middle Eastern nationals.

WHY were they ordered to cease and desist, instead of getting FBI boss backing for checking out possible threats to the well-being and security of the USA, from suspicious foreigners with no apparent legimate reason/interest for taking lessons flying airliners?

Why were the bosses of those offices cashiered? Why was there no explanation/investigation that the US public might be allowed to see? What about Washingont's comments about what today would be called "open government" and Lincoln called, "Government of the people, by the people, and for the people?"

"A day that will live in infamy...." The tragedies could not have occurred without the actions of Schmuck's misadminstration, in refusing to follow up reports of suspicious foreigners doing suspicious things on airplane flights, without the express refusal of FBI office heads to allow agents to investigate what the agents felt were credible threats to national security, without the utter INCOMPETENCE of the entire national air surveillance and defense system to respond to MULTIPLE off-course hijacked airliners--to not even report the situation!!!, is malfeasance all the way up to the top and back down.

There aren't any excuses or mitigating circumstances. The entire US chain of command failed, it was a complete meltdown of the chain of command and operations.

But how in the world could that have happened? The US military and national airspace surveillance system during my time in the military, I doubt would have futzed it up so absolutely spectacularly and so absolutely lacking in what seemed to be ANY competence. I know how fast futzed up things in the continental USA command and control system set off alarms in Washington and set off a furor durig my time in the military--but no such thing seems to have happened in any sane timeline on 9/11. The entire chain of command and notification system seems to have had a MASSIVE meltdown--and the only way for that to have happened, is for futzing up from the top down, to -prevent- information flow and reponse from happening at lower levels to go -upwards-.

Incompetence, malevolence, credo ruling the top echelons with orders sent downward to only report certain things and certain conditions, and the hell with everyting else, is a less unbelievable explanation than anything else I can think of other than fullblown conspiracy theory that I hope can't be possible. The is, the conspiracy theory would be that there was INTENTIONAL sabotage performed in the chain of command and control/upper echelons of US Government, to ensure that malevolent hijackers wouldn't be interfered with, that the upper echelons of US Government had been infiltrated and corrupted to promote and facilitate the activity of a set of atrocities such at 9/11.

"...Her Earlier Stuff was Better."

A.G. Russell:
The Hobo is a really old design. It actually began as an eating knife and a spike for lifting morsels, sheathed with a larger knife. The next step was to put a fork and a knife in a folder. Then they worked out methods of separating them. No one knows how long ago that was, only that it followed the invention of forks. I have seen really old ones with two tines. I have also seen them with spoons almost as big as ladles.

200 years ago these implements were common, both in the U.S. and in Europe. Many meals were taken on the road as there were few inns; and you probably did not want to use the implements furnished by those inns. .....

via BitchPhD.

I liked this one quite a bit, too:

These countrymen of mine, these people who are so smug about torture and secret deportations-- invasions and mass murder. These countrymen of mine who come up with convoluted legal arguments to get around the Geneva Conventions, or to hold material witnesses indefinitely-- to my way of thinking, these are people who never knew the stakes in the first place; people who certainly shouldn't presume to tell me about the nature of the threat. The nature of the threat's the same as it's always been. There're some dangerous assholes in the world. But dead is dead, and I try not to let it bother me much. What defines me is what I do. What my choices are.

(double take)

er, what?

Gawds, did I imagine the whole thing?

Cause if I did, I'm pretty damn funny and didn't even know it...

caffeine. I need more caffeine.

Drake's the operator
With his golden calculator

He is timing and astral sighting
He's navigating, triangulating

By twisting on a special cam
It's innards all begin to jam
tick-tock kerrChunk
[/kraftwerk]

Hewlett-Pakenham Modell 1. Sir Francis Walsingham had a few of them built for "especial agentes." It could take sun sightings, record dead Spaniards to a perhaps optimistic six digits, and had a Vigenère lattice engraved on the inner lid. Drake's is said to have been later set with a Nicholas Hilliard miniature of "A Comely Ladye of Cheapside," and a concealable cheating device for "I'm From Devon and I Don't Know This Game," a popular quayside entertainment of the day.

was the drive in an external case before?
was it formatted with anything other than standard windows formatting?
(if so, it probably won't work)
was it formatted with partitions?
(you'll only be able to see the first partition)
was it formatted to linux?
(you won't be able to see any of it)
Can you plug it into a PC as a second drive?
(Most PC's have a cable that will handle two hard drives)
Does the activity light ever blink?
Did you drop it?
Is this the first time you've been in a cockpit?
Do you like gladiator movies?
Ever see a grown man... oh never mind.

No, it doesn't sound good.
I'd try plugging the drive directly into a PC. Crack open the case on a desktop, find an unused connector, double check your jumpers, and boot as if it were a data drive.

Sometimes that'll work, when other approaches won't. It also means you can use Norton Disk doctor and similar applications to try and fix it. If a PC harddrive recovery program can't access it, then an external USB case definitely won't.

I've been playing harddrive musical chairs for years.

Sir Francis Drake has a multi-instrument gold device for navigation and other applications. It was made of gold, and pocket-sized, and involved doing calculations, so yes, it really was a gold pocket calculator.

Ah, found an on-line reference, finally:

http://www.shipsonstamps.org/topics/html/kompass.htm It's a picture of a picture on a stamp, about a third of the way down the webpage, with text, On the stamp to the right the multi-function navigational instrument of Sir Francis Drake is to be seen. It served for the angular measurement, had port and tidal tables, was sundial, had a compass (on the top right), a perpetual calendar and was a 'Nocturno', to adjust at night the polar star.

You have a good back up system and have been doing your back ups every Friday, right? Right?

Given the way my hard disks run, it's easy to follow his advice. I don't back up anything unless I'm pretty sure I'll need it. OS and important software runs off CDRom regardless, and it's easy to keep a backup of that. Data -- if it's important it's under version control and I back up the archive. If it isn'timportant enough to archive, I don't need it.

So if you have an optional external PSU for the drive enclosure, try that before anything else.

My outline plan for my next hard drive upgrade involves using the spare IDE/PATA connector I still have, rather than depending on an external enclosure to transfer the old data.

"Take it to a professional" is still good advice. There are tricks which can be used, but there's not much that doesn't risk more damage if something is broken.

ajay lurches belatedly into the conversation to point out that in fact there were three Defenestrations of Prague. Defenestration 1, in 1419, was the burgomaster of Prague and some councillors, and started the Hussite Wars.

Defenestration 2, in 1618, was of a couple of Catholic ambassadors to the Bohemian court, and started the Thirty Years' War.

Defenestration 3, the most mysterious, was of Czech president Jan Masaryk in 1948, and led to the Soviet domination of Czechoslovakia for the next forty years.

Though this did (help) start the Thirty Years' War, and the worst destruction in Europe until the Second World War, so it shouldn't be considered a win.

(Anyone who wishes to criticize is welcome to apply s/pletely/petently/ --I've been thinking it of myself for some time now.)

As to the story of me and hardware, well, let me note that Word Two Hundred was actually several, repeated liberally.

-----------------

September 13, 1999: Never Forget:

"It seems hard to believe, but only 7 years after the Moon was stripped from the sky, the events of Sept. 13, 1999 seem distant and remote -- as if they had happened 30 years ago, not 7."

IBook. I don't know anything about those. I don't know what kind of machine you can install it into. Another iBook? If you were going to get another iBook anyway you might void the warranty and switch hard disks and see if it works. Even if the disk fails it probably won't damage anything else.

A professional might do that easier, or do something better, but you have to pick the right professional. I can't tell you how to pick the right one the first time.

I can't imagine you'd pay a professional less than $100, maybe significantly more if you live in a high-rent state. If the external enclosure is something you're likely to use regardless then it's a good investment.

Consider how many hours this is going to take. Driving to computer parts stores. Assembling hardware. Choosing a professional. Driving there at least twice. (The one time I tried that they kept it for 2 days and told me it was fixed. When I drove there they demonstrated it and it wasn't fixed. They'd assumed what they did would fix it. So I went home and they kept it a few days more. Three round trips and a week's wait but they did get almost all my data.) Time and money. How much is that data worth to you? What you did since your last working backup....

If that doesn't work, or if it's making chunk-chunk-chunk noises, then it's likely that the disk heads are shot and the disk platter needs to be moved to another box. Don't try this at home unless you have an industrial strength clean room available.

cool. I want one.

I've been playing musical hard drives for years as a drive would crap out, or as I would finally upgrade my motherboard. It was always a pain since I also happened always have a dual boot linux/windows system.

I finally caved in and bought an external, ethernet based, terrabyte, raid-5 storage unit. It's got 4 drives in a case the size of a shoebox, and a little linux system that handles all the intelligence. (picture here) THeoroetically, if I lose a drive, I could power down, order a new blank, slide it in, and the thing is supposed to figure out what happened, and recover the data to full raid capability. So far I haven't had to do that.

(knocking on wood)

Other than a blank replacement like that, the intention is to never have to install my own harddrives in a system ever again. If I buy a new PC, I'll just use the included harddrive to hold the software, and keep my data external.

The one thing I haven't done yet is install some good version control system software. I don't have to worry so much about backing stuff up* now, but I still can't revert a bad edit made at 2 am after it's been saved.

*Yes, I know, back up anyway. Sometimes, I really hate computers.

I like the suggestion that the USB cable/port isn't delivering enough power. Any suggestions for an external enclosure? It's a Toshiba twenty gig IDE drive out of a recently upgraded iBook which was backed up, but incompletely.

Pretty much any 2.5" type enclosure will work. You can go with a larger enclosure (better cooling characteristics) if you buy an adaptor to go from the small format IDE to the larger format IDE connector. (Often called laptop adaptors.) The large, 5.25" enclosures by Bytecc are decent, if cheaply made. (cheap=physically wobbly) If you aren't going to take the thing around with you all the time, they are fine, and come in around 35$ on newegg.com They are powered via the usual 120vAC three prong cords - the transformer is internal, so no wall warts.

If you have the money to spend, get a 2.5" enclosure that has a firewire connection - macs can boot off of external firewire drives but not usb ones.* After you recover your data, you could use it as a destination to image your primary drive to, and thus have a warm spare if your primary system drive goes foobar. Nice for macMinis. Three months ago I looked for some and established that they are rare, expensive (relative to ide/sata), and not every one supports firewire booting (though most do.)

Er, going back and reading that link you provided suggests that your level of expertise is sufficient to render my advice redundant. Oops. Good luck anyway.

-r.
*can any motherboard boot off of a usb drive?

MY WIFE IS SO SMART!

She connected the powered USB hub to the spare iBook, plugged the portable drive adapter into that, and even as we speak is recovering my files.

My wife. I think I'll keep h--mmphhggssh. Dammit, babe, let go of my windpipe!

Adjusting the Pole Star sounds a trifle ambitious, no?

Rediscovering Lysistrata.

Actually, I think Bruce Schneier recently posted a security hole about USB drives booting on PC's. The idea is to take a USB drive load it with a virus, then scatter them about where someone might find it and plug it in. Oh, wait, it isn't a boot problem, it's an autoexecute problem. The virus autoexecutes as soon as you plug the drive into the computer, and installs itself. then it does whatever damage you want it to do.

I hadn't and now I wish I hadn't. Eewww!

Of course, the coolness of replacing the HD with a no-moving-parts cf card is mitigated by the fact that I could spend 45$ and get a new 40 gig replacement drive that would be almost as quiet.
-r.

http://www.apple.com/trailers/magnolia/jesuscamp/

[bragging]I've been growing my hair out for a few years, and I can finally get decent Leia buns one on each side, rather than little stubby knotty buns.[/bragging]

And PJ, on the torture thread it didn't seem like the place to say: yeah, I keep seeing the Knit Lights all over the place, at A.C. Moore and my local yarn shop most recently. I'm stubborn about sticking to bamboo, so I doubt I'll spend the money for a set. Also, my current projects are three garter scarves for Christmas presents, and I can do those in the dark anyway. Before I forget: please let me know what type of fiber you're interested in, as the fiber festival near here is fast approaching.

Yeah, I don't like plastic needles either. Bamboo is nice, and I like aluminum also for circulars and single-points. (Actually, given what knitting has sometimes done to my wrist, it may qualify as torture. Not quite carpal tunnel, but painful. I let it rest for a while and it recovers.)

Greg, #426, I use blank memory sticks and between the time the assistant leaves the room and the doctor comes, I check the two ports in the side of the monitor that's in the exam room. I leave them in to see if the doctors notice them. They never do, so I tell them they should watch. So far, the ports have been closed. I'm just amazed that the IT department of a large HMO would buy monitors with USB ports on their sides.

Here's a more minimal linux, DSL:

http://www.damnsmalllinux.com

50 megabytes. They leave out lots of stuff but include enough to be functional. I use it. I can boot off a 50 meg CDRom, credit-card size. It's stripped down debian, and it doesn't include apt but you can add apt back in. It doesn't include GTK2. There are a variety of applications you can download, but lots you can't -- new applications have to be compiled for DSL. You can add GTK2. You can add lots of stuff but it quickly gets bigger than 50 megs. I'm at 90 megs plus I have applications I can add from a hard disk. They claim it will boot from a USB flash card. I haven't tried it. I like the idea that I can run the whole system from a CDRom with the hard disk disconnected or frozen by software. It is its own recovery disk.

They run off an older linux kernel since the newest one is kind of bloated. They have a parallel project that involves using the newest kernel and not trying to hold to a set size, but still trying to keep it minimal and simple. THe last time I checked that one was working but it was short on applications; they thought a lot of the DSL apps would run but they hadn't tested many.

Anyway, this is a workable alternative. Instead of looking for things to remove from linux, you can start with DSL or DSL-N and first look for things to remove, and then consider what you want to add.

I know a lot about some things--there's one particular class of server hardware I know quite well--and am strikingly ignorant about others, particularly home, consumer, and small office hardware.

Dave Bell pointed me right at the problem I didn't recognize.

Funnily enough, not long ago I was telling someone about the server class I took where the instructor slipped partly failed fuses into the assembled machines of myself and another guy while we were at lunch. We pissed and moaned and panicked and could not get the damned things up, with the same symptoms--well, okay, similar symptoms, since the boot drive would go but then crap out when the other drives spun up--and till he nudged me, insufficient power never occurred to me.

So many thanks to all, and a double shot to Dave.

Methinks I smell another rat in the 'let's scam a writer' market.

http://www.dynastypublishinginc.com/

It appears to be an expensive way to market your pod-produced (can you say Publish America) book for more dough. ... oooh, reading their nifty online brochure says you can produce your book for a hair under $2,000. They offer a range of fees for service.

And they "reserve the right to reject pornography, and edit out materials that might be harmful to the community or Dynasty Publishing."

They've been running a commercial on various cable networks in KC, as well as a whole (3.5 min) commercial on our on-demand channel.

The Web site shows 10 whole titles, so hopefully so far not too many people are willing to 1) be taken and 2) brag about it. One can hope.

Thanks J. Thomas - I've worked with knoppix before, (excellent tool) and I'll have to play around with DSL.

What I was hoping for, however, was a menu-driven or wizard-driven GUI interface that would let me assemble a bootable image that I could install later.** I've used Ubuntu's synaptic thingy, and it does a wonderful job of being accessible (provided you don't need to install nightlies of anything, like vlc). However, you can't really use that interface to assemble an image instead of patch your system, you aren't told what memory/disk requirements you've signed up for*, and as far as I know, you can't pick out groups of drivers to package.

-r.
*not a trivial thing to estimate anyway, but one needs to know without a lot of trial and error.
**surely people automate that kind of thing with shell scripts, but I don't know where to look for that kind of thing, and I really prefer a GUI so I can "see" what I'm doing

I did make Liam a Jayne hat for the Serenity opening, though. Used the wrong yarn for it, so I'm going to have to make another at some point.

From (or at least collected in) The Pogo Poop Book, if I recall correctly. Hmm. I should reread that one of these days.

GWB would make an excellent Prince of Pompadoodle.

Of COURSE, Carrie S...

But she said it shouldn't be hard for you to find a Cdn doctor willing to co-sign. She also suggested that if you fib and say you'll be here for a while (school, work, what have you) you may be able to get a 2 or 3 month supply. I leave the amount of deception you are comfortable with up to you.

Hope that helps...

It's at #11 in that thread.

Ideally, the pigeon population would be thinned out to a tolerable level by birds of prey. Which are also fun to look at. I think the Freedom Tower needs to be designed with suitable aerie sites on its outer layer. (Bring that up to an architect and watch hir head explode.)

OTOH, one of the worst things about pigeons is that they're not afraid of humans. We can fix that! Pigeon kill-squads; the city should offer a bounty for dead pigeons delivered to City Hall during a particular one-week period each summer, say. They'd quickly cease to be complacent...or more gradually, through natural selection!

In addition, it is a waltz, a splendid one at that. (Fast waltzes can get by on momentum, but slow waltzes require skill. Especially, if the couple is turning clockwise while progressing counterclockwise - ala some Scandanavian waltz practices.)

*wanders off moving in 3/4 time*

They're catching rats as well as pigeons. One morning as I was walking from my bus stop to work, a Peregrine flew up from the railroad tracks under the overpass to a nearby tree.

My first reaction was "Biiiiig bird --" then "it's carrying a rat -- oh, cool a raptor." It wasn't until it came to rest with its breakfast that I was able to identify it.

We also get some migrant raptors during the Spring and Fall although most tend to go through Pennsylvania rather than Ohio.

It's fun seeing a redtail decorating a flagpole, especially when you suddenly remember 'that flagpole doesn't have a finial - what??'

I'd be delighted to be proved wrong. (For one thing I've got this 1GB USB "Cruzer" thumb drive sitting here waiting for me to put a Linux image on it.)

I just tried to point out some resources from Microsoft that are freely available, but got denied for questionable content. :-/

I think the issue is that you have to take an extra step to get programming resources, and computers are now more engaging out of the box than they used to be. You can't look at a video game and say, "I could write that!" anymore.

It takes time to learn to program. Also helps if there's someone around who can help get past the DWIM stage.

A lot of users are totally clueless about what makes computers work - remember the folks who thought Windows wasn't a monopoly because Netscape existed? They have no clue about OS vs app, and they don't really want to: they seem to think 'isn't it all the same?'

(See, you are different from Ann Coulter. You showed regret and remorse, and retracted it. Would that Ann was capable of the same.)

I try not to wish people dead or that misfortune befall them but there are times I wish the Rapture was for real, and that it would get all the Religious Right and their evangelical kin off the face of the planet.

I suspect that should the Rapture really happen, the above mentioned would not be among the Elect...

To echo what Northland said:
But she said it shouldn't be hard for you to find a Cdn doctor willing to co-sign. She also suggested that if you fib and say you'll be here for a while (school, work, what have you) you may be able to get a 2 or 3 month supply. I leave the amount of deception you are comfortable with up to you.

I've found that it's usually a slightly-higher-than-normal fee to have your prescription co-signed, but not an issue. You may have to ask at one-or-two places, but typically any doctor or walk-in clinic in an area with a high immigrant population will be willing to help.

Did you mean to say clockwise there? Turning CW while progressing CCW was the default for waltzing for the first century of its existence and then some. It's easier than turning CCW while progressing CCW.

Today, I have submitted an abstract for a conference in Michigan and a proposal to teach country dance history in Massachusetts. Now I have to write one proposing to teach waltz in Maine.

I've posted about it on my journal, with links to some of the papers from Volume 1, 1665/6, that interested me. Now I'm going to dive back in and read most of Volume 2.

When I lived in Seattle, about a block from what is now Amazon.com, there was a redtail which spent a lot of time hunting rats from a big maple tree in the back yard of my apartment building. I was glad it was there.

There are both peregrines (roosting on the top of a cargo crane) and bald eagles in Olympia; the eagles nest within a couple of hundred feet of the governor's mansion. I see the raptors themselves much less often than I see other birds react to their presence. The eagles, hunting, cause the gulls and crows to take off fast, but in an orderly fashion, all of them moving away from the eagle's position; the smaller birds ignore the eagles completely. The peregrine, on the other hand, causes everything from sparrow-size on up to launch into the air in a mad scramble, taking off in every direction and dodging and turning in the air. The little merlin which hunts near my house causes the same reaction; I hypothesize that birds have learned that any hesitation to decide if a falcon is big enough to do you harm may be just long enough to guarantee your demise.

What is new around these parts is the sudden appearance of ravens, which prior to four or five years ago were rarely seen between the outer coast and 3,000ft in the Cascades.

I keep reading "velociraptor" every time someone says raptor. I suppose it would cut down on the jaywalking population...

Yup, you are right, I meant to say that turning counter clockwise is much tougher than turning clockwise (as you rightfully pointed out!).

I don't know how many varieties of dancing you do, but Scandanavian couple-turning dances rock the house for me. Hambo, polska, schottische, snua, all are wonderful exemplars of what can be done with a shared center of gravity.

"Bother," said Apatosaurus.
"Don't start that again," said Pooh.
"We're losing the light. Not that anyone cares. And my tail's caught in the tripod again, but if I say 'Cut' one of you will get ideas," Eeyore said through his megaphone.
"When I said I wanted to ride the raptor," Piglet said calmly, "I wasn't proposing any euphemisms."
"Nobody expects the Spanish euphemism," Christopher Robin said, and everyone but the dozing ceratopsians laughed.

Two questions, of course, immediately leap to mind:

• Is the downtown festival mentioned in the story in a city park?
• Has Tom Lehrer been sighted nearby?

Depending on how you define variety, I do, um, a lot. Restricting it to turning dances: old waltz, new waltz, cross-step waltz, sauteuse, redowa, polka, schottische, polka mazurka, polka redowa, two-step, tango valse, mazurka valse, hesitation waltz, half-and-half, maxixe, and the assorted pivoty bits in one-step, tango, foxtrot, etc. And maybe some others.

I don't do much scandi, though. I've done some hambo at festivals, but I haven't gotten hooked. One hambo is nice, six in a row at a festival session make me kind of twitchy and bored. Are there variations I don't know about? I think it needs variations.

What is snua?

I've tried several times to teach myself to program. I can follow examples in beginners' manuals, and I can do their exercises. But I never get off the ground because I just can't figure out how to make Windows treat my programs as programs. So I end up with text files with some code, which I can correct if the exercise I'm following provides answers, but can't actually execute and debug.

Perpahs I'm just unusually stupid about this, because none of the beginners' guides (or my geeky friends) seem to think there's any need to explain how to get from a block of code to a program. I can easily find explanations for how to write increasingly sophisticated blocks of code. But there's no fun in that! I think I can at least partly blame Windows for making it opaque how to do this. Certainly if I were a kid now, I probably wouldn't be aware that programming was even possible, any more than I'd attempt to do particle physics in my bedroom.

Ruby would be my choice--it's easy to learn, yet extremely powerful, and becoming popular in professional applications. In addition to the straightforward tutorial on the previous site, there's a rather quirky one that's worth a look.

Compilers are tools that make machine-code programs (binaries) from your text files. Binaries are what the operating system and various applications such as Office or games consist of. Compilers are used with languages such as C, C++, Pascal/Delphi and Java. You can get one free by downloading Cygwin or buying a commercial one like MS Visual Studio. If you have a Unix, the tools generally just come with the system, but I shall not try to make you a Unix geek. That way lies madness...

Onwards. Interpreters are tools that run your text files as-is, without any program-making stage. This makes revising programs fast. Languages for interpreters are also known as 'scripting' languages. Examples include Ruby (mentioned above), Python, Perl, Lisp, Bourne shell, and Basic (although Basic may also be compiled, I think.) Windows comes with three scripting languages: Jscript, VBscript and cmd. cmd is the simplest (and similar to shell), all you do is save with a .cmd extension and the cmd interpreter is run when the file is "run". I cannot tell you how to invoke the others, ask Google or Wikipedia.

A typical command line for gcc (the compiler in Cygwin; pretty much ubiquitous in the Unix world) would look like this:

$ gcc foo.c -o foo

where 'foo' is the name of your program. If the '-o foo' had been omitted, the outputted program binary would have been named 'a.out', which is a Unix quirk.

This produces a runnable file, usually with the extension .exe (although Windows NT can do without), that can be double-clicked in the usual fashion. I hope this helps, and I'll try to provide more information if needed (but probably not before next Monday).

It's just one of those things. Don't ask. Please, don't ask.

What, no cyclotron allowed in the bedroom?

Embedded developers would swoon with delight for such a thing. I'm sure lots of shops have reinvented the wheel on this, but nobody's gone public with it AFAIK.
You don't suppose one of those freelancing will-code-for-food sites might be a solution? I may very well be interested in shell/ing out c/bash for that.

-r.

Now I should warn you that SICP can move pretty quickly. Also, Scheme is not the most useful language you can learn in that employers aren't necessarily looking for it. My favorite language is O'Caml which perhaps means you shouldn't listen to a word I say. But SICP will teach you a lot about programming, as opposed to one specific language. From there, you can pick up any language fairly easily. (Ultimately, it's all just syntax. Certain things are easier to spell in some languages than others which will bias you into working in certain ways. But it's still just syntax.)

Again, I should point out that this is a very academic approach and not directly geared towards making working programmers. It's always the approach I recommend though.

Without trying to involk language wars here, IJ like python because things that aren't strictly programming, like memory management, are automatically handled, you don't have to spend a lot of time making lists of variables you will use later, and oh, there's virtually no annoying brackets. You can have an idea, figure out how to jam together a for/next loop and some functions, and hit run within a minute or two. In other words, it can be a lot of fun.

For the process geeks, performance tweakers and optimizers, please note that you can find the computationally expensive bits, and replace them with calls to super optimized C code if you like that sort of thing.

The main cons against using python is that it is an interpreted language, so it isn't very good at coding math heavy stuff like, say, graphics rendering engines (of course you can pass data to existing ones), and isn't appropriate for things that have to run in real time like heart-lung machines. The other con is that it's not quite as popular as perl, which is really really similar*, and is commonly used in website backends.

-r.
*I know someone's going to shoot me for that one.

Perl has been losing market share to other languages, but I think if perl 6 ever comes out, it might recapture some of that market.

Anyway, you can run perl on Windows by downloading a version of perl from Activestate, which will include everythign you need to run perl on you PC. And I wrote a 140 page perl manual which is available online for free here. In 140 pages I go from basic variables to Object Oriented perl, regular expressions, and other advanced topics.

Perl has a GUI library, so you can write scripts that have a command line interface or build somethign with a GUI interface. And when I'm debugging a script, I usually create a DOS batch file that looks something like this:

perl scriptname.pl
pause

Which allows me to double click on the .bat file, execute the perl script, and if there are syntax errors, the "pause" command will keep the DOS window up until I can read the errors and fix them.

Wow. That's like English being the language where you finally "got" spelling.

Over at AskMetafilter, someone posted a mystery antique (kitchen?) tool. Nobody there could figure out what it was, and I thought one of y'all might know.

There are two pictures of it: open and closed. The information we have so far is: it's about 6" long, and the claw is 5" diameter when open; it's made of brass; was found in a box of Victorian/Edwardian kitchen and household tools; the claws have ends sharp enough to pierce a sheet of paper. There's a lot of speculation in the Metafilter thread, so if you want to guess without being corrupted by the existing guesses, just look at the pictures.

But Ruby would be Esperanto.

Yeah, yeah. My first drafts are always full of interesting typos the spelling check never finds— mostly because I'm surfing too quickly to proofread my comments adequately. That word should have been "both," of course.

At least, I gave Mr. Ford some material for japing me. That's a point in my column.

As spoken by William Shatner in an obscure thriller?

I read that Salon article, and I think I have to agree with JC and stand against the position taken by Mr. Brin. Teaching the next generation of computer programmers will require a more rigorous and academic approach than what worked for my generation. I grew up learning how computers worked with a copy of My Computer Likes Me When I Speak BASIC, but there are so many horrible things wrong with BASIC that I certainly won't be teaching it to my son when he's old enough to learn the family trade.

I'll probably teach him OCaml or Haskell. Maybe Scheme, but I have ideological issues with Lisp derivatives. That will all have to wait until he's already fished in by something a bit less daunting and more fun. Personally, I think Perl is the BASIC of the 21st century, so that's where I'm planning to go with it. (The only question: Perl5 or Perl6?)

One of the projects my wife is insisting I have to complete before Leopold is five years old is a manuscript for My Computer Likes Me When I Speak Perl. Then, I'll have to follow it up with a book full of little terminal I/O game programs, i.e. between 20 and 2000 lines, like the ones in BASIC from the book that got me started thiry-plus years ago.

I'll probably have a hard time getting it published. I do know an editor at O'Reilly, so I guess I have a leg up, but meh. Where am I going to get the time?

Oh, you just mean the SPELLING is easy. I get it.

What computer language would be equivalent to what Dubya 'speaks'?

Isn't it obvious? [Link is SFW if MakingLight is SFW.]

I am reminded of something I saw in the UW downtown bookstore in Seattle and didn't buy - a statement that this given text doesn't teach programming, indeed some examples won't compile, this text teaches MS development tools. Too much money for that statement but worth framing.

Oh, 6, most definitely. I've seen some of the features it's supposed to have and it looks, really, really nice. Plus, perl 5 objects are sort of bolted on to perl 5. In perl 6, it's going to be designed from teh beginning to be part of the language, not an afterthought.

From a training point of view, that'll be nice.

Depending on how old your son is, Perl 6 might actually be available by the time he's ready to learn.

Also, the engine that perl 6 will run on top of, is supposed to be fairly kick ass, so I've heard plans for putting parsers for all the scripting languages in the front end, so basically, you can run anything on the perl 6 engine.

Of course, there's a lot of vaporware, and we've been promised it'll be ready in time for christmas, but never told which christmas, so take all this with a grain of salt.

But I've got my fingers crossed, and Santa knows its on my wish list.

That sounds odd, and as a programmer I Did Not Approve, but it gives some of the key advantages of BASIC programming back in the day of Apple IIs and Commodores: immediate ability to manipulate graphics and sound, thus immediate "I can do something cool!" feedback. Many fun games have in fact been written in Flash.

As object-oriented languages go, I think ANSI C is a better language for object-oriented programming than C++. Yes, in spite of its complete lack of object-oriented constructs.

Borland Pascal (which later became Delphi) was a really great object-oriented language - that's where I really got the value of the approach. I assume it still is but I haven't touched it in 12 years or so.

Ruby has got one "killer app" - Ruby on R