Yuck. A mediocre night. Had to drip. Only up twice to check faucets and did manage to get to the gym this morning but the minimum temperature foretold by the weather beavers was considerably off. This winter has definitely damaged or destroyed what trust we had in the local weather beavers. Their temperature-time accuracy was worse than the NWS foretelling, which raises questions of why we sh0ould even bother with them at all?
And from that, why bother with the local news broadcast either? Most of the news is irrelevant and ridiculous, sob sister kitsch, or tardy spectator sports reporting that is a good time for a bowel movement or anything at all. In fact, a root canal might be preferable. So absent trustworthy weather prediction, what value local programming? Is this a sign that television stations are going the way of newspapers?
I have to admit to subscribing to the Arab Tribune, a biweekly, but not to the Huntsville Times. I gave up on the latter when it couldn’t find delivery people who were 0.5 accurate. Now they print fewer days per week than I used to actually get delivered. And considerably less news. So no loss.
Not that there is much news in the Arab tribune. Mostly advertisements and gossip. But the local governments – city and county- are internet blind and the only way to receive tyrannical announcements is via the newspaper. Not that I plan on continuing my subscription once the Tribune ceases paper publishing. For one thing, the internet is still not a legal announcement vector for government. And second, I don’t like reading news on line. At least not in newspaper format which is about all the publishers have imagination for. So I suspect in a few years local news will entirely disappear except for social networking sites and those are so transient and temperament/age dependent I see no way for adequate coverage. So the information age is fast going away. Too many pipes and not enough poo.
Write that on Amerika’s headstone.
Were the Sochi Olympics Maskarovka?
Another “warm” morning. Off to the park for a nice constitutional. Listened to a rather disturbing episode of Garrison Keeler’s “News from Lake Woebegone” that dealt with clerical sexuality. And contemplated the difficulty of finding a decent head lamp so I don’t wander off the path and do myself injury.
Somehow that seems unworthy. I am not sure why. But it does. Guess I have to be a bit uncognitive occasionally. Film at Eleven.
I was watching the evening news program on the electromagnetic audio-visual receiver last evening while waiting on FD SCP, and there was a vignette (segment?) on the Academy Awards that focused on competitions by “ordinary” people to predict the winner. All I got from this bit was odious speciousness.
I am happy, pleased even, to admit that I have seen none of the nominated movies. None of the few movies I have seen this year and thought worthwhile were nominated. I deliberately avoided some of the nominated ones for lack of interest or inability to suspend disbelief.
I thought about how wonderfully advanced video techniques have become and how blah movies have become, their content worse than unsalted, unbuttered grits. Compare the gravity space “epic” with 2001 or any of the 1950′s B movies about missions to Mars or Venus and it comes in dead last. Destination Moon makes it look like a squashed cow flop, and I mean the actual thing and not an apple fritter.
I could go on about the others but I shan’t. Movies have ceased to be very good or even worthy of our attention span-time. I suspect that’s why cinema palaces are shuttering daily. Part of the problem is actors who can’t, and dialog that isn’t, and plots that aren’t, and …… Complete organ and system collapse. Even Disney can’t make a worthwhile cartoon any more. Modern society is an entertainment wasteland reduced to prevarication and parasitism.
And I begrudge its demands on my time and attention span.
A lovely morning. Finally high enough temperature for me to go awalking in the park. And thereby an opportunity for outdoor thought, which, at least in the old Confederacy, is different from indoor thought, which we have altogether TOO much of these days.
I had occasion to consider all the grrr brrrr about Winders XP end-of-support. I chose that metaphor instead of end-of-service because one can still get good service out of WXP. Well, more than out of WV/W7/Wate.
All you have to do is unplug the wireless adapter and the CAT5 cable. Yes, disconnect from the network. If you do that the only way malware can get to your box is via physical media and the only way it can get out is via physical media. So in effect, you can use WXP in this mode with better security than ever before.
Being disconnected from MegaHard doesn’t hurt, of course.
You probably want to make a mirror image backup of the hard drive.
And you’ll still need a way to talk to the internet. Do that using a box running Linux or Chrome or even Android. And move stuff from one to the other using physical media. And yes, this is very DOSish, but we didn’t have much worry in those days about security.
And you can keep using your WXP clients to be productive, much more productive than before, and laugh at MegaHard for their colossal rectal painatude and vertical copulations.
The peopling of the Americas has always been a fractal of mysteries. A great part of the mystery is embedded in current societies. As a nerd, I find the objections of descendants of earleir emigrants to science to be obstructionist and mystically petty. Hence I was surprised and pleased with the “news” of DNA sequencing of a human of Clovis culture.
The results are, as often are, emotionally charged and mixed. Yes, current Amerindians are descendants of the Clovis people, but the Clovis people are themselves related to humans who dwelt in central europe. So yes, the remains are an ancestor but current Amerindians are also the same humanity as the hater “white” man.
I have to admit that I am continually puzzled by all this “race” grrr brrr. As a child growing up I was exposed to the whole spectrum of old confederacy prejudice towards those who are not (adequately) “white”. I vividly recall the paired drinking fountains in the Woolworth’s downtown and the striking differences in the school environments. But I also recall noting that (a) the whole idea of difference was specious and just plain garbage, and (b) that if I wasn’t careful to hide that attitude I would be injured or killed by those who did not perceive as I did.
When I got to college I was pleased to learn that the whole concept of “race” is absent any substantive scientific validity, but this did not improve my understanding of the concept, especially as it changed from being righteous to sinful. I use that terminology carefully because the whole “race” rhetoric seemed to have some religionist context; it could only be used in a pronouncitive, derogatory fashion, immenable to discussion or analysis. “Race” was bad, never mind that we don’t know what it is or that it is specious, I have decided you are “racist” and therefore BAD.
I realize this is not unusual among bogs. They consistently do things based on an absence or actual contradiction of data. It is, sadly, in the nature of bogs to do so. I see no way to alter that situation short of extinguishing all bogs and since that means extinguishing the species, not an action to be entertained. And sadly, it seems that such attitudes are also anti-science and themselves apparently contributing to the extinction of the species. So not only is the concept of “race” outside of comprehension, it is also detrimental. Simply put, whether righteous or sinful, “race” as a meme has a negative effect on humans.
And we still don’t know what it is.
I ran across this cartoon: [Link]
yesterday and it occurred to me that one on the list is different: Macedonia.
The Macedonians came and conquered. Being previously a tribal people, they had a simple recipe for handling tribes who failed to cooperate: extermination. After a couple of “genocides” they had no problems except homesickness.
Everyone else was either thrown out or left in disgusted exhaustion.
The sad part of all this is that we knew all this before we went in, we knew we would fail, and the politicians and flag officers decided to go in anyway.
On the road to Third World status.