How To Destroy the Earth

Hell-bent on destroying the earth? We’re not talking about erasing humanity here, but gen-u-ine vaporization of all earth particles. There are ways.

The Earth was built to last. It is a 4,550,000,000-year-old, 5,973,600,000,000,000,000,000-tonne ball of iron. It has taken more devastating asteroid hits in its lifetime than you’ve had hot dinners, and lo, it still orbits merrily. So my first piece of advice to you, dear would-be Earth-destroyer, is: do NOT think this will be easy.

Scientific summaries are offered on the feasibility of techniques such as harnessing the untapped power of the vacuum, throwing chunks of earth into space via space elevators, consumption by an army of von Neumann machines, and other awe-inspiring technologies. Some methods require no more equipment than a simple light bulb — others require elaborate constructions: “You will need: a big heavy rock, something with a bit of a swing to it… perhaps Mars.”

The most promising method? Near-infinite patience.

via Strata Lucida

Music: Beachwood Sparks :: Old Manatee

germancameraproductions.com

Birdhouse Hosting welcomes German Camera Productions:

Brent Huffman is a former student of the documentary filmmakers Julia Reichert, Jim Klein, and Steven Bognar, responsible for the Academy Award nominated human rights films Seeing Red and Union Maids. Brent Huffman has been making documentaries in the cinema verite style about human rights violations and social issues for seven years in Ohio, California, Afghanistan, China, Haiti, and Puerto Rico.

Huffman’s latest production is Welcome to Warren, an “uncensored and intimate examination of Warren Correctional Institution in Southern Ohio.

Music: Big Brother And The Holding Co :: Combination Of The Two

Define “Journalist”

At the J-School, we’ve been exploring the question of whether bloggers are journalists for a couple of years, in both classroom experiments and in conferences that have drawn fascinated/scared journalists and the blogging elite. The question might be boiled down like this: Journalists can argue that “if it’s not edited, it’s not journalism” — credibility comes down to trained research, trained writing, and trained editing. Bloggers, on the other hand, may argue that “if it’s edited, it’s not blogging” — spontaneity has been widely regarded as a signature trait of blogging.

But more and more mainstream publications are letting their journalists run blogs on the side (with or without the pub’s imprimatur), both with and without editorial oversight. And more and more bloggers are breaking news stories wide open, finding angles that mainstream journalists have missed (Trent Lott’s hateful past, Dan Rather’s slip, etc.)

The area gets even more gray when you consider that many blogs are multi-person efforts, and may have unofficial editorial bodies at work behind the scenes. There is nothing inherently unjournalistic about blogging – the blog is just a publishing platform. Whether “real” journalism is being done has no necessary connection to the content management system in use.

With the Apple law suit against ThinkSecret making front page, coming to grips with this gray area has itself become news. Traditionally, journalists have been able to use California’s Shield Law to prevent having to reveal their sources. At issue is whether the Shield Law also applies to bloggers. That is, what kinds of writing activity count as journalism, and which don’t? Because it would be almost impossible to come up with a satisfactory definition that wouldn’t exclude either A) thorough research/writing by bloggers or B) spontaneous reporting by journalists, we’re probably going to end up with an all-or-nothing situation: Everyone gets to lean on the Shield Law, or no one does.

My supervisor Paul Grabowicz, quoted in the SF Chronicle:

“Under the First Amendment of the Constitution, I would be hard-pressed to find any distinction between bloggers and journalists … There are some potentially really bad things that could come without any distinction. Principal among them is, if there is no distinction, things like shield laws that protect journalists go away, because they apply to everybody else.”

Chris Nolan of The Chronicle:

This is a big deal. The people who work in newsrooms trade lousy conditions and pay for power and influence. The people online who are now coming along are stealing the power and influence that people in newsrooms used to have. The newsroom has left the building.

Music: The Rachels :: Saccharin

Beard Hair

Beard Hair Pretty much since I’ve known her, Amy has been collecting things to photograph: She has a collection of her own trimmed fingernails dating back to the early 90s (never missed one!), a collection of things Miles put in his mouth when he was a baby, a collection of all the lint collected from our clothes driers in this house and the last… For my part, I’ve been under strict orders to put a newspaper over the sink when trimming my beard; the clippings are dutifully slid into a small box in the bathroom cabinet labeled “Scot Small Beard Trimmings.” Today, after three years, I finally filled the box to capacity. As you dig down through the box, you can see the accreted layers as evidence of my beard’s transformation from nearly all black to nearly all silver. Now what happens? Either I’ll be relieved of the responsibility, or will be issued a larger box.

Music: Modest Mouse :: Dark Center Of The Universe

Wisdom Teeth

Wisdom Teeth When the first dentist told me it was time to have my wisdom teeth erased at age 40, I ignored him. When the third one told me the same, decided it was now or never. Had heard horror stories of periodontists with their knee up on the patient’s chest, luxating (rocking the pliers forceps back and forth) madly. One friend told me they thought the dentist was going to break their jaw getting the beggars out. So when the perio told me we were going to do this without general anesthesia, I had palpitations. But the procedure went surprisingly smoothly — 5-10 minutes per tooth and they were delivered. Just as the luxation began the assistant walks in: “We have a call from Mr. Hacker’s wife — she’d like us to save the teeth.” I smiled through a mouthful of fingers and gear; that’s just so her (see next post). As the novocain wore off throughout yesterday, the aching began and my throat swelled up. Plenty of couch time, and liquid meals. Today faring better but still in pain. Could have been worse.

Music: The Eyes :: I’m Rowed Out

Dissemination

Birdhouse Hosting welcomes dissemination.org, a collaborative weblog headed up by Eddan Katz, Executive Director of the Information Society Project at Yale Law School. Still using default MT templates, but it’s a good read.

Before I continue, I must disclose that this past Halloween, I dressed up as an emoticon. It was quite by accident as it turns out, but I went as a sleazy patriotic emoticon. I was on my way back to New Haven from New York and I stopped in a costume store around Union Square on Hallows Eve scavenging for something to wear, when I found a puffy round smiley that seemed just right. Seeming not to be quite enough, I decided to add an American flag eye mask to my outfit, and a cheap clip-on toupee. At that point and on my ride up the Metro-North, I considered myself a smiley face, but it was’t until halfway through the evening that someone suggested to me the explanation that I was an emoticon. The experience made me curious about the history of the emoticon and impressed upon me a possible connection to its 60s Smiley progenitor.

Dissemination has actually been running on birdhouse for a while; just realized I had never announced it!

Music: Kleenex/LiLiPUT :: Split

Mary Anne’s Chai

Decided to try my hand at chai-from-scratch. Gathered ginger to grate, whole cardamom, star anise pods (like little alien doilies!), cinnamon sticks, pepper corns, fresh peppermint, black tea leaves, sugar. Ground the cardamom and anise in a clay mortar & pestle, set all to simmer for two hours, steep and settle overnight. The house smells like divine spice. Tomorrow morning I’ll dilute with warm milk, Amy will make scones, and we’ll feast.

Thanks Mary Anne!

Music: Iron & Wine :: The Rooster Moans

One Letter

Flickr B I really need to spend more time wandering around at Flickr. Stopped in on a lark this morning and immediately found Photos tagged with one letter. Had great fun with Miles stepping through and identifying the letters. He can rattle off the alphabet pretty easily now, but the unusual shapes and contexts of these gave him a bit more challenge.

Music: The Dream Syndicate :: Mr. Soul

Top 100 Gadgets of All Time

As arbitrary as any Top 100 list, but I really enjoyed Mobile PC’s Top 100 Gadgets of All Time compilation. Tons of great memories (with pics!), ranging from the Popeil (Ronco) Pocket Fisherman to the Fuzzbuster to the top-loading VCR (my grandparents had one — they were early adopters in some weird ways, especially where TV was concerned), to the acoustic data coupler modem to the Zenith “Lazy Bones” corded remote (yep, that was its real name).

From the entry for the Inside-the-Shell Egg Scrambler, my favorite sentence of 2005 comes in the form of a question:

Tired of having to clean out your scramblin’ bowl?

Answer: Yes!

Via Dylan

Music: David Byrne :: My Big Hands (Fall Through the Cracks)

SanDisk: Profligate Wastrels

Huge Sandisk What’s wrong with this picture? Hint: It’s not the loafers on our mystery model. Size of CompactFlash card: 1.5″ square x .25″ thick. Surface area of impenetrable plastic container: Unaccountably vast. Not to put too fine a point on it, but this kind of packaging waste makes me feel ill. Clearly it serves no purpose other than to make the product stand out on the shelf. SanDisk marketing droids, listen up: If I see your product on the shelf alongside a similar product in less wasteful packaging, I will choose your competitor’s product, even if I have to pay a bit more for it — just to send a message. And don’t even get me started on the difficulty of opening this kind of container, which has become inexplicably ubiquitous. Seriously, it’s a mystery – how can this much technology go into making the package “pretty,” so little thought go towards even the slightest shred of environmental awareness, and so little concern be granted the poor consumer who has to figure out how to open the damn thing? I just don’t get it.

I feel like Andy Rooney.

Music: Ray Charles :: I Wonder