I just noticed on a television commercial that the state’s strange attorney general can’t do maths. Three orders of magnitude off.
Strange morning. Arose. Performed Ablutions. Attired. Motored to park for constitutional. Encountered a rather amusing, distracting, annoying haze. I don’t think it was quite a fog. Not quite thick enough. Visibility too great. But the salient characteristic of this haze was that the droplets were visible. Vary large. Easily seen, intrusive even, in the beam of my headlamp. And that distraction meant I stumbled rather more than a bit.
The podcast was the same episode of “Linux Luddites” but this morning the continued discussion of “The UNIX Hates Guide” brought to mind that the government of Greater Metropolitan Arab is bankrupt. No, not monetarily although that would not surprise me. No, the bankruptcy is moral and ethical.
Simply put the government of Arab provides too many circuses and not enough services. And what few services they do provide are largely stuck in the 1950′s. The only information vectors are newspaper and radio. No responsive web site. They have one but its only purpose is advertising Arab. Queries seem to be ignored. And no announcements are posted. No text alerts. They have a loud speaker system that is only used to bad weather, has an error rate of 0.9 or higher, and is completely unintelligible. Rather like the Bill Cosby bus station shtick.
They make grand announcements of paving roads and then do not. The city council is packed with real estate agents whose only interest is sales and hence the only citizens they are concerned for are those who do not live here yet. Service agencies are unresponsive largely because their heads are relatives of elected politicians. Many services are contracted out to contractors who do not bother to perform, nor seem to be held accountable. Like most governments in Alibam, the Arab city government is largely dedicated to collecting money from the poor and giving it to the rich. Hood Robin, if you will.
When I moved here the government was corrupt but the services were good, all performed by city employees. That has ceased. The schules were good with a solid local ethic. That has ceased. The town was run by the old families and while it was not democracy, it was effective. Now it is still not democracy but it is not effective.
And I have little doubt it will get worse.
this one captures the behavior of elected politicians and flag officers.
Yesterday was a very good day for cartoons. But my reactions to them were different enough that they are going to demand separate blots. So first: [Link]
this cartoon struck me as a vignette of how all organizations, but especially governmental ones, operate. And the male librarian is the epitome of how STEMs operate in organizations – what counts is getting stuff done, not how or in accordance with rules.
And I shan’t touch on the manager except that she’s a classic management by handbook incompetent. At least apparently.
Today is the end of support by MegaHard for Winders XP. It may also be the day marking the beginning of the end for MegaHard but that is not only uncertain, but likely improbable. Nastiness tends to stay around. I noticed an article earlier – lost when my other deskbox imploded – that some storage barrels of stercus several centuries old had been found and still had the odorus sterci – the olfactory punch of poo. MegaHard may not be several centuries old. nor all that nasty as corporations go today, but they still have magnum odorus.
A middling morning. Back to low temperatures, for a week the weather beavers promise and we know how their promises are worth a Continental banknote. The gym was actually pleasant this morning mostly because schule is desessioned so the educationalists and most of the weight bouncers are unpresent. The harassment and bullying were almost zero. Only the staff was being oppressive and frightening.
As is my usual I listened to an episode of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas” podcast, this one dealing with Albert Schweitzer. My memories of Schweitzer are from childhood when I read a rather saccharine children’s biography of him, revisiting when the Yankee government issued a stamp commemorating him. I was vaguely aware of his musical ability.
The podcast claims that the current generation do not know him and based on the rest of the podcast I am sure I did not either although I recognized his name. I was unaware of his academic accomplishments, thinking him a physician who went off into the jungle. Although not assessed, he was clearly fleeing towards something, probably a rebellion against European society and culture. Instead, the podcast was much more interested in talking about his opposition to nuclear weapons, an activity that made him a smear target of the Yankee and other governments, a situation I could not help – mysef – comparing to Snowden. Both were (are) portrayed as puppets of the Russians. I was also bemused to listen to the characterization of his behavior towards native Africans as natural albeit authoritarian by the natives and racist by Americans. Somehow that seems to fit with what I have seen of most racism monologues. Racism seems to be more a smear accusation than any actuality, at least in most cases. And it certainly is devoid of any scientific validity, which rather supports the slanderous and bullying aspect.
In that regard, I listened to an episode of the Marketplace Technology Report that reported (!) that the Management of Target (the chain store) was not only negligent but incompetent in the recent data breach. It seems that they invested in security software prior to the incursion that lead to the breach and that this software alerted them to the incursion. Which was ignored entirely by management.
It would seem that firing parties are definitely in order. Once this becomes common knowledge I doubt Target will survive the litigation. It’s one thing to claim being outwitted, another to own up to actual negligence and incompetence.
And hence into the week. I shall try to enjoy it.
A refreshing morning. Courtesy of the weather, the temperature was sufficiently high to satisfy my cardiologist’s conditions and I was able to venture to the park for a constitutional. The wind was relatively still so little cooling and I was well bundled and had a new headlamp so I was well appointed and situated for the walk. All I had to do was stay on the path, not destroy my MP3 player, and marshal my thoughts.
The first was easier, largely because of the headlamp, which, despite rather shoddy construction I would not expect from an outfitter like Eddie Bauer (C), was relatively bright. The second was difficult. The podcast this morning was an episode of the Pen Addict [Link] that was rather egregiously grating. The discussion on this podcast varies between putz and ferd and the grammar is exceptionally bad, so much so that the grammar of most other podcasts becomes withstandable by comparison. But the discussion today was excessively oily and false-ringing and I was only glad that my stomach was empty. I never cease to be amused that this is supposed to be the best of the pen podcasts although that amusement was sorely strained this morning. Still I primarily listen to this as a means of diverting my conscious attention during constitutional since the podcast is usually lengthy enough to encompass three constitutionals and I don’t have to waste good podcasts when I can’t stop and appreciate the discussion.
Which is not to say that they do not have some useful information but it is almost always in sidebars or unscripted bits.
But the illumination did raise a new variation of one of my recurring disquietudes. Tonight is the spring shift to daylight savings time, that left over wartime expedient that the Yankee congress refuses to adjust to the desires of the citizenry. I suddenly realized that a measure of their perfidy and selfservice is the absence of any accompanying legislation that would compel clock manufacturers to automatically adjust their clocks for this delusional torture.
I will spend a bit of time tomorrow going through Castellum SCP adjusting clocks. For this transition the effort is small since all clocks set forward easily. It is the sheer number and diversity that is the problem. Other than the computers, only the few atomic clocks reset themselves and each has a different reset procedure, a failure of our Congress that should be dealt with by requiring congress critters to reset clocks for their constituents.
The real pain will come in fall when the clocks have to be set forward 23 hours since most clocks can no longer be set back.
I take up the cry of criminalizing partisan ship and shudder to behold the dark tomorrow morning. All to placate and titillate a bunch of obnoxious schmucks.