It is already a fun day. The local constabulary are out for the “memorial” holiday doing constabulary things. Scant City was a midden of flashing blue roof lamps although who was being stopped was less than obvious given that my observations of the number of motorcars exceeding the ‘speed limit’ (it being neither,) were not diminished.
And then upon entering the gym proper I discovered that the repairs awaited all week on a key piece of equipment – key for me, at least – had ostensibly been accomplished. I had barely been seated two seconds before I discovered that the maintenance had been characteristic of this facility. This was distressing. The gym is anti-senior anyway, preferring to only have equipment for the weight bouncers (fewer repairs required on weights) and the young. So when they repair one of the few senior beneficial pieces of equipment and make it worse, it is definitely a source of fun. If they were not the only game in town I would look for one less crooked.
Because of this moroseness, I opted to retire a few more backed up Search Engine [Link] podcast episodes. This proved a good decision. First I got to learn about how good the Greater Metropolitan Arab constabulary are, at least compared to the constabulary of Toronto. The question raised is whether they have been watching too many television programs or the television program writers have been watching them. At any rate, the conviction of someone at any price philosophy was blatant and despairing of the facade of rule of law.
Then the Search Engine protagonist, Jesse Brown, went on to interview a proponent of digital locks, a classical journalist, Terence Corcoran. [Link] I have to admit that this was one of those education by horror instances. This Corcoran fellow was highly incoherent. I suspect he either did not prepare for the interview or was under the influence of mind altering pharmaceuticals. Perhaps both. When he was coherent, which was seldom, he came across as an information herbisaur who considered the impending arrival of the meteorite irrelevant since he had so many plants to munch.
Put less subtly, Mr. Corcoran came across as disliking computers and the internet and considered anything harmful, even disastrous, to them to be beneficial. Especially if it made someone lots of money in the process. It was wonderful. I thought all these people who talked this way had died out when Theodore Roosevelt was chief executive and the trusts and monopolies were brought down, and the food industry was cleaned up. But they still exist and now I know where one is kept and can observe.
Like I say. Fun.
Oh, and contrary to Mr. Corocran’s statement, copyright is not one of the laws of physics. It is arbitrary.