Out of the Ditch

Hell froze over, and my boss decided to switch from Windows to Mac, got himself a shiny new PowerBook. After one week: “It’s like I’ve been stuck in a lousy marriage for 20 years and finally met a decent woman.”

He wishes to make clear that he is not, in fact, stuck in a lousy marriage (in case his wife should ever read this).

And now, after the umpteenth drive into the ditch with Windows-based hacks and system failures, and interminable battles with spyware and virii followed by lengthy and tedious reconstructions, our sysadmin has announced plans to ditch all Windows servers and workstations on the J-School campus and going all OS X — a massive purchase and conversion planned for this summer. Should be an interesting challenge, but enough is enough. We all have limits.

Music: The White Stripes :: Ashtray Head

Cool Drink of Water

Birdhouse Hosting welcomes coolwater.org: “Roger Moore’s oasis in the cultural divide.” Roger is an old friend and confidante, the only other person I’ve met who shares a not-so-secret love for the Temple City Kazoo Orchestra, a dynamite chef, husband of one of my high-school friends, and one of the Bay Area’s foremost environmental defense lawyers. His weblog thus far comprises brilliantly written mini-essays and musings on the complexities and joys and poetry of Modern Life.

The exasperated chef regains composure as my little daughter, only recently able to walk, starts asking big daddy to bring her foods that her father, with his Midwestern upbringing, did not experience until at least age 25. “Baguette with goat cheese, daddy?” “hummus daddy?” “paella tonight, daddy?” I nod as she delivers a pointed set of requests that unmistakably identify her as a child of the East Bay, offspring of the edible garden. My wife walks in after not speaking to me for three hours, rolls the saffron-scented rice around in her mouth, touches me on the hand and tells me that maybe, just maybe, things will turn out okay. I love you, I didn’t mean it, neither did I, what’s for dessert?

Music: The Jam :: Music for the Last Couple

Living Things

Before the election, I made a plea to prioritize care for the environment (take the long view) over the war in Iraq when casting votes. Now the war in Iraq is (maybe) winding down, while environmental issues that will affect us all in much more profound ways seem to be biting us back (again). Two stories in the Chronicle today left me feeling bewildered and very, very sad.

First, a story about how the EPA has been cooking the books for the Bush administration to meet business-friendly goals.

The Environmental Protection Agency ignored scientific evidence and agency protocols to set limits on mercury pollution that would line up with the Bush administration’s free-market approaches to power plant pollution, a report released Thursday by the agency’s inspector general showed. [… and later …] “Mercury is a toxic metal … known to have a range of harmful health effects, especially on young children and pregnant women.”

According to EPA insiders, science took a back seat to politics in the creation of the report, and the agency whose responsibility it is to protect the environment became a puppet of the administration.

“I don’t think anyone has ever seen as much political influence in the development of a rule as we saw in this rule,” said one EPA staff member, who attended meetings between administrators and staff. “Everything about this rule was decided at a political level.”

Autismgraphic That story was buried on page A11. The second story, which made front page, is about the shocking rise of autism in California (actually nation-wide, but the story is mostly about CA). “The number of autistic people getting services at the centers has increased from 5,000 in 1993 to more than 26,000 now.” (see graphic). And researchers are baffled. Part of the rise can be explained by increased awareness of autism, but the increase is far too drastic to be accounted for via awareness alone. Early childhood vaccinations are not ruled out (but see below). No one can prove anything, and yet someone must. Because the rise is generalized to a huge geographical region, explanations will have to be either environmental or social (e.g. too much TV rots your brain).

On the other hand, the article does point out that dropping the mercury-based preservative Themerisol from children’s vaccinations does not seem to have had any impact on autism rates. So maybe there’s no linkage between mercury in the environment and the rise of autism. But something in the environment is causing it. And the official stewards of our environment are puppets of big business.

I’m not making a direct causal connection between these two stories. I am making a connection between the awesome (and, I would argue, common sense) responsibility to maintain the health of our only human home and the ultimate consequences of failing to do so.

Music: Moby :: We Are All Made of Stars

Virtual Slaves

Not into computer games, but this story is fascinating. We’ve all heard about how people gather virtual goods (swords, cash, immunity) in online games and then sell them on eBay — apparently this is now a $4.3 million eBay market. So this dude reverse engineers protocols and violates the terms of service of Ultima Online — he figures out how to script the game, sets up a little server farm in his closet, and creates a bunch of players. He sets these virtual players to work mining virtual gold in the virtual world, then sets up a business selling the gold on eBay for real cash. Gets rich doing it. His biggest danger is getting caught. What if someone walks up to one of his electronic slaves and tries to talk to it? To solve this, he routes incoming messages to an IM service, which is piped to his cell phone. Now his slaves can converse with other players wandering by no matter where the guy is at the time. He was never caught, but finally decided to throw in the towel and confess all. I find all of this mind-blowing.

Music: Can :: Butterfly

Virtual Private Servers

Working with a potential client who intends to run a highly dynamic site that they expect to grow to pretty quickly over the next six months, and trying to find the right server for them. Standard shared hosting is not in the cards for them – they need a higher level of data separation as well as a performance guarantee. But their budget is a strong consideration, so we’re looking at Virtual Private Servers, which are a stepping stone between shared hosting and dedicated servers.
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Classic Flexidiscs

Felxidisctooothbrush If you’ve met a 10-year-old lately, you may have discovered that most of them have no idea what a vinyl LP is. But when records ruled the world, many of us enjoyed the occasional thin plastic “Flexidisc” found on the backs of cereal boxes, sandwiched into the pages of magazines, given away as promotional materials. One of my fond memories was of a flexi tucked into a copy of Mad Magazine with four different endings — a single starter groove bifurcated into four separate playout grooves near the end of the disc; the path chosen by the needle was determined by circumstances beyond the listener’s control. National Geographic also included Flexis from time to time — sounds of men walking on the moon, or of howler monkeys doing their thing. A flexi you could cut out from the back of a Honeycomb cereal box had a song by the Jackson 5, I remember.

WFMU in New York has a cool collection, and documents some of the funkier flexis as well as some interesting novelty record players like the Mighty Tiny, which I remember a neighbor kid having. You can even hear just how frightening the Mighty Tiny sounded. This “yodeling hankies” oddity is a trip.

Music: James Blood Ulmer :: Moons Shine

False Authority Syndrome

This has been up for years, but it’s new to me. Turns out that Mr. Ed the Talking Horse (“I didn’t go to college, but I’m not stupid!”) was in fact played by a zebra. Due to peculiarities in the way black-and-white film works under studio lights, his stripes were nearly invisible. And because zebras are smaller than horses, the producers had to construct special sets to elevate him to horse-height.

Seems almost unbelievable, but no less an authority than Snopes.com has the dirt. Snopes’ does such a great service to the Internet dispelling the endless rumors and half-truths that float around, they should get some kind of award. They always do good homework. Some good ancillary information at the bottom of that page too.

And once again, I’m amazed by the accidental thematic connection between the titles of songs I’m currently listening to and whatever I’m writing about at the moment.

Thanks Mal and Mark

Music: John Coltrane :: Good Bait