Things to do before installing a new version of Ubuntu: Don’t Install Debian instead.
Once more into the boundary between out and in, and once more adult supervision. FD SCP has ended her work week and I am already smarting under the onus of her projects. The park was a bit low in warmth this morning but not from a wind. Not quite comfortable and the necessary bundling seemed excessive for what the thermometer proclaimed. I tried out a new Linux podcast and was disappointed, which probably contributed to the ill ease. Not that it is a bad ‘cast, just that it is a style not amenable fully to me.
On those azimuths, several thoughts. I have been watching the political races in Alibam increasing in heat. I have a great interest in the guvnuh race since it is really a good versus good failing and being evil race. The latter is the incumbent who found ways to grease the pockets of cronies but not provide medical care. That latter is still a repudenialist tactic, of taking an opponent’s good and making it seem bad. This is particularly the case with the attorney general race. If we go on positive aspects – what the candidates are for – then the two are indistinguishable to a confidence level of 0.95 which is the standard statistical goodness for bogs.
I should comment that the bogs don’t understand that – heck!, I don’t understand it fully but that’s because statisticians are a special subspecies of nerd – but the parrotage they are taught in college stats classes – and then promptly repress – is o.95 (or 0.05 which is the same) confidence level. And I will insert the snideism that that confidence level is on the posing of the situation, not its actuality. At least, not always.
But getting back to the attorney general candidates, the two are essentially the same on what they are; the difference is in what they say the other is. The incumbent is claimed to be incompetent and the toady of monied interests – what politician isn’t? – while the challenger is claimed to be incompetent if elected because of – good political logic here – twisting good things done into evil and bad. We can only worry if the same goes of the incumbent.
I don’t expect my concerns to be resolved. An article [Link] in IO9 shows the restrictiveness of state voting laws:
Alibam is notably one of the most restrictive states. In fact, voting in many ways is more restrictive than in the days of poll taxes when money was openly paid to purchase votes.
The real lesson is about society. Individual voters are well aware that they are being deceived and prevaricated. But they vote for the evil anyway because with the partisan system there are no alternatives. And in Alibam, there is really no difference between the parties. Except which lies they throw about each other.
Another morning of lowish temperature. Not as low as yesterday but low enough to provoke a search for heavier gym pants. The pair I had initially substituted for the summer ones were inadequate and being a shivering ORF I opted for more substance in the hope of lower thermal diffusion.
The podcast this morning was an episode of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas”, the third in their coverage of a rather strange conference – aren’t they all, it seems? – called Ideacity. The subject of this one was contemporary mating rituals. There were three and they were all varying degrees of Extro which indicates once more how biased society is these days. The first segment was an economics academic prattling on the economics of modern (?) marriage. Sex barter. It reinforced my observational hypothesis that economists and economics are whacked. The tenor was decidedly that women endure sex for the sake of something — anything? – else.
I subscribe to Wrangham’s cooking model of marriage: men stay around for the cooked food. And sex is mutual beneficial, it provides the women with offspring and the men with gratification. Not only does it make more sense, agree with my observations better, but anthropologists, in my observation, are less whacked than economists.
The second segment dealt with social media courtship. The proponent was some sort of business analyst who kept prattling about her excellence at maths at what I took to be about the level of high schule algebra. Definitely teleological and not at all scientific. But at least honest trial-and-error correction approach and as close as they came to any aspect of Intro. She also did a better job of exploring the external versus internal dimensions of courtship.
The last segment was a man who sold himself. On the stock market, not the meat market. The stockholders voted on his courtship. And his wife-to-be bought him. Blatantly Extro. Revoltingly so, in fact. Nauseating. At least to Intros.
But then I thought about the upcoming election and the politicians courting the electorate. And all three of these folks came off amazingly honest and above board. No blatant lies. Like saving jobs that are going to be eliminated by the economy anyway – and wasting taxpayer funds. And doing things touted as benefiting the voters which actually sicken them and shorten their lives.
So even the Extro tummy wobbles are better? It seems so. And there is cooked food involved that is edible. Unlike politician fare.
Another datum indicating I should be happy to be ORF.
Despite all my efforts to disrupt linear time progression the season seems to be changing. Not that I like summer but rather that I should like a bit more fall before winter makes me a slave of its vagaries. I went this morning to park and executed my constitution and found myself at the ragged edge of ‘cold’. Cold is, of course, a sensation and not a thermodynamic observable but that seems to have scant effect on bogs and even on SCP. I find that courtesy of the physicians, especially the cardiologist and his prescriptions of blood thinners, that I have no comfort range any more.
Tomorrow is foretold to be a bit better, at least in terms of early temperatures if not daily maximum but sundae is foretold to be less warm than today through and through. I find it emotional to bundle up in a thick coat and coverings while the young bogs strut about in scant attire. Except for the women lacking skin dirt. They are at least amusing.
I heard last evening on so-called news program that the Yankee government weather service foretells that the ‘polar vortex’ should not be a problem this winter. Since it has already struck and the promise is from the YG, I invest negative confidence.
On the subject of negative confidence I had a negation of such this week. Wednesday, one of my desk boxes, running SolydK presented to me that it needed to do a version upgrade. Actually it warned me on mundane day, which was a nice courtesy, so I had two days of dreading. So at 0630 on Odin’s day, I engaged the updater, a piece of software that has not engendered much satisfaction, and hence trust, in me, gather my gear, and motored off to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill from Gab and Grab. I did so with an incipient plan to replace SolydK with Nexus when the upgrade failed and I was presented with a need to do a ‘Nuke and Pave’ install.
I returned at 1130 to find the process till running and muttered under my breath about the joys of Oneonta Telephone Company’s DSL service. Finally at 1430 the process completed, I rebooted – from the command line as instructed – and got back an operating desk box! To say I was shocked would have only implied a lack of electrons. This was quite contrary to my previous experiences – three in number – with Canonical *buntu distributions – that have all resulted in catastrophic failures followed by a couple of days of return to modality.
A very pleasant surprise indeed.
It also occurred to me while walking this morning why Liinux is superior to Winders – another reason, at least – Linux can read Windows files/partitions but not the opposite. Is this a hubris thing? Or just incompetence? The World Wonders.
To observe pseudo-shabbat, I ran across a couple of cartoons to comment. First: [Link]
which led me to “MalWart – the store that offers only what you don’t want.”
And second: [Link]
which affirmed to me that the baggers at grocery stores, whether MaWart or a real grocery store, can’t bag correctly. So the only way one can get groceries bagged correctly is to bag them yourself. I usually have to put up with their bagging because of in-my-face niceness but I decline the bagger pushing my buggy to my motorcar so that I can rebag as I transfer.
A bonnie day. Dihydrogen oxide falleth. Goodly. When I arose this morning the fall was moderate and tapered as I performed ablutions and robed myself – in old clothes – so that while I wore a repellant jacket and hat when I departed Castellum SCP I needed them not except for heat retention.
By lap 3 the fall had resurged and I needed the buffering garments. And upon my return I divested down to nether garments and even now sit with left foot unshod while the toe of the sock demoistens. Obviously the old walking shoes I wore have a leak.
As a bit of a variation I listen to an episode of “Linux Luddites” that I had started on Thor’s day. I( found it gave me quite a different pace although since I was also being wetted the experiment is not conclusive. But my frame of mind was decidedly different. Much more amused. And hence to review a few articles on my return.
The first [Link] dealt with the demands of the Olympics Administration to the host country:
They demand to meet the king prior to the opening ceremony. Afterwards, there shall be a cocktail reception. Drinks shall be paid for by the Royal Palace or the local organizing committee.
Separate lanes should be created on all roads where IOC members will travel, which are not to be used by regular people or public transportation.
A welcome greeting from the local Olympic boss and the hotel manager should be presented in IOC members’ rooms, along with fruit and cakes of the season. (Seasonal fruit in Oslo in February is a challenge …)
The hotel bar at their hotel should extend its hours “extra late” and the minibars must stock Coke products.
The IOC president shall be welcomed ceremoniously on the runway when he arrives.
The IOC members should have separate entrances and exits to and from the airport.
During the opening and closing ceremonies a fully stocked bar shall be available. During competition days, wine and beer will do at the stadium lounge.
IOC members shall be greeted with a smile when arriving at their hotel.
Meeting rooms shall be kept at exactly 20 degrees Celsius at all times.
The hot food offered in the lounges at venues should be replaced at regular intervals, as IOC members might “risk” having to eat several meals at the same lounge during the Olympics.
Talk about arrogance. This even transcends that of members of the Yankee government council of thieves congress and their staffers. I don’t mind that they want to meet the tyrant. But it will be a real waste of time since no one will learn anything from the experience.
I have to admit to not being a fan of the Olympics. I have no objection to them being held but I don’t want my tax money spent in them nor do I want my usual audio-visual viewing to be abolished by their perverse voyeuristic events. Participating is questionably healthy; watching is definitely evil.
I rather like the original approach. Have a dedicated site for the olympics. Someplace that can be used summer and winter. Let it support itself by honorable means other than blackmailing others. Let those who want to compete go, on their dime, not mine. And don’t make me avoid information in general to avoid seeing and hearing their competition. It’s criminal and immoral to force people to be perverts.
And do what you want with the governing aristocrats. They should be gainfully employed. Perhaps as ticket takers or custodians of latrines?
The second article [Link] is about the (American) football instrumentality of the campus of the Black Warrior paying other teams to play with them. Why? The article never makes that clear. Is that the only way they can get opponents? And if so, why do they continue to exist? Bread and Circuses? Probably.
Given the number of people who want to be on that team, and who really can’t cut it as students, it would seem somewhat cheaper if the campus just had two teams and let them play each other every game during the season. That way every game could be a home game, more seats would be available to sell to the non-alumni fanatics, and the cost of operation would be reduced. And if things sagged a bit, they could always alter the rules to permit gladiatorial combats during the mid game recess. Preferably between the coaches so that some monies could be saved on their exorbitant salaries.
I keep coming back to the question: what does athletics benefit anyway? I know that exercise has it benefits, but this voyeurism and intense competition? That isn’t healthy. How can we pretend to be modern and civilized if we still perpetrate such troglodytic activities? At least we shoudl make them pay their way and benefit the rest of us rather than us paying for the perversions and immoralities of a few. And I don’t mean the athletes.
I probably should applaud the arrival of the fall season but given that the denialists in the District have doomed us to the untender ministrations of the polar vortex once again, I am not so pleased. Besides, the summer was quite mild, frighteningly so. On which subject I ran across an article [Link] that included a list of the observables of denialism:
1) Cast doubt on the science.
2) Question the scientists’ motives and integrity.
3) Magnify any disagreements among the scientists; cite gadflies as authorities.
4) Exaggerate the potential for harm from the science.
5) Appeal to the importance of personal freedom.
6) Object that acceptance of the science would repudiate some key philosophy.
And I could not help but be impressed with how accurately this described Alibam politicians, especially the Repulsians. For example, we have two politicians running for Attorney General. In terms of campaign they are 0.9 indistinguishable but the democrud is being attacked by the repulsian as a liberal and a pedophile. Well, maybe not the latter, but that’s the rationality of Alibam politics: never chop logic when irrationality and filth throwing is possible.
This is the problem with democracy in Amerika today. We have two parties. They are the only people who are allowed to run for office. And we want neither candidate. Oh!, and the parties represent less than 0.5 of the electorate. For all practical purposes, democracy is dead in Amerika; all we have is an oligarchy of the parties.
On a humorous azimuth, I ran across this cartoon: [Link]
and I was quite taken with it. It seems, based on this, that I am not a bad example simply because I can find no one to emulate me. There is a kind of satisfaction in that.
Sadly, the same does not apply to politicians.