It’s ice cream beverage day, aka pseudo-shabat for the christianists, and I once more find myself with a covey (?) of tabs that have need of resolution.
The first is a rather draconian and laconic piece [Link] out of the Detroit Free press on the end of the world in five days. I was rather taken by the High Noonishness of this statement,
“the long-awaited, much-hyped and entirely farcical Maya apocalypse is just that — and archaeologists can’t wait until it passes so they don’t have to explain anymore why it was never going to happen.”
It is nice to observe that there are still a few (apparently) good mediaists/journalists out there. I promise Mr. Vergano that I will keep him under observation until I can remove that parenthetical.
I also have to admit that this sort of contemporary mysticism takes me back to my high shule days. As a senior I was required to take a course in economics, frankly, not a very coherent nor useful one, falling neither into the practicality of personal budgeting, a subject I learned by derivation from managing mega-shekel projects for the Yankee army in my early days with them, nor into the perversion of theory, a subject I have repeatedly attempted but repeatedly failed because of the stercus for maths that economists do. That’s why I tend to place them second on my gibbet list after lawyers.
What made a difference in that class was the teacher, a peppery neandertal haired woman named after antiseptic mammals and the Kryptonian’s love (?) interest. She made us read a biographical collection entitled The Worldly Philosophers, a title whose humor and subtlety was wasted on our ignorance. But I clearly recall that in his dotage the French economist (?) Laplace predicted a planetary transformation where, among other things, “the seas would turn to lemonade.” Never mind that I did not recognize the name for its actual relevance to humanity and civilization; I would find out about Laplace and his wonderfully useful integral transform, which, along with that of Fourier, is one of the foundation enablers of modern technological civilization. This computer, and the cellular telephones, and anything else electrical would be likely impossible without these transforms. So we cannot fault Laplace too much for his nonsense of age, nor, I suspect blame him too much as an economist. But I do make the association whenever one of these gloom-and-doom mysticisms escapes the eraser of rationality.
Thank you, Angular Momentum Speed-of-Light.
Next, while on the azimuth of world endings, I note an article [Link] on the gotcha of the Unified Extensible Firmware Interface, aka MegaHard’s Maginot Line against the depredations of Linux. The article, amusing enough, is written by a helot of MegaHard who describe its impending failure as ‘only three distributions of Linux have managed to demolish the wall.’ The system, billed as a replacement for the BIOS, is actually a means for MegaHard to assure (?) that everyone else’s OS is rejected at boot. This is Goebelized as a security measure, which I suppose it is in the sense of trying to provide a measure of security for MegaHard in the marketplace of competition with better OS freely available with only the usual price associated with freedom, an educated, competent, aware user.
In that regard I cannot soon count MegaHard out, for too much of their user base is mind shackled bogs who have been rendered incapable of thinking of, much less learning, another OS without Grand Mal seizures. AS for me, I am happy to leave those unhappy many to their servile fates since they cannot but degrade and degenerate the utility and functionality that is Linux. Do not envy MegaHard its numbers of serfs, rather revel in the ranks of the free and knowing.
Next, a paradox of Yankee governance. I came across this article [Link] of a study at U California that indicated that 0.81 of the sample population wanted a ‘do not’ list for junk mail akin to the ‘do not call’ list that is patently a sieve. What makes this a paradox is that the Yankee government postal service panders to junk mail. I don’t know the actual volume of junk mail, but I suspect it is greater than 0.75 by count and greater than 0.9 by physical volume. And the YG postal service lets these ‘spammers’ send out their stercus at a lower rate than any useful generator can access, except possibly newspapers, which are only 0.6, by surface area, themselves junk. So if 0.81 of a representative sample, hence indicative of the Amerikan public, don’t want the stuff, and it is causing much of the postal service’s insolvency, why continue with this perversion?
The best I can come up with is that it lets the postal service make hideously and egregiously exaggerated claims of efficiency based on this volume of unwanted merde. And probably the judicious use of baksheesh to politicians? At any rate I suspect this is one of those evils we know of but are prevented by our own protectors from eliminating, other than with the use of blue recycling bins?
And to close, I note an article [Link] in Lifehacker, that strange oleo of utility and blathering social stercus, about a study of weather caused discorporation. It produced this rather colorful map
that is useful in telling me there are places other than the old Confederacy where tornadoes are a primary threat ignored by authorities. That is not to say they don’t invest in sirens and public address systems that are conflicting, confusing, and incoherent, but they don’t invest in any effort to actually combat the threat by any means shy of sitting in a hole and osculating one’s derrière.
Enough. Selah. I gotta seed the dinosaur descendants and the tree fluffs.