Fribilty Jones

In the newsgroup alt.os.linux.redhat lives a current thread titled “OsX compared to Linux and BeOS” (gratuitously x-posted to a handful of other OS groups) — a fairly typical bottomless OS war, er, reasoned discussion, either fascinating or tedious depending on your disposition.

First of all, I’m floored that anyone in the universe is asking whether BeOS is a viable alternative four years after the company bit the dust. That’s funny bit #1. But this excerpt had me rolling:

>>> is there anyone who knows OS X and Linux well who can
>>> make an honest and reasoned comparison of the two?

>> Scot Hacker?

> Fribilty Jones.

So that’s what it’s come to. Get a job, have a baby, fade from the OS scene, and before you know it, you may as well be Fribilty Jones. Less than zero. Dang, it rolls off the tongue nicely though. Fribilty Jones. Fribilty Jones. Fribilty Jones. Must … create … pseudonym …

Thanks mneptok.

Music: Lee Scratch Perry :: In This Iwa

Qoop

Somebody had to think of it: Print-on-demand gaining a bit more traction? Qoop (currently in soft-launch) will let weblog publishers offer their blog archives as nicely printed and bound books. Birdhouse customer John Battelle is giving it a shot, offering up his Searchblog in print form.

Music: Dirty Three :: Kim’s Dirt

Kissing the Dead

Just finished the final exam in my Unix Security class — three classes down, a fistful to go to complete my cert. Once again, learned a ton but feel like I just scratched the surface — security is a bottomless topic. In addition to the nuts and bolts stuff, great tangential discussions. One day, discussing the behavior of viruses and the significance of “laying low,” an analogy to the ebola virus:

The disease is often transmitted during funeral preparations in Congo which traditionally require relatives and friends to wash and kiss the dead body.

… and so entire villages are wiped out quickly — the local culture inadvertenly helps the virus to more efficiently kill its own host. If AIDS killed its host immediately, it would virtually be over — its long dormancy is what enables it to spread. Which helps explain why so few computer viruses are immediately destructive — if a virus formatted your hard drive the minute you contracted it, it wouldn’t have the chance to propagate. It wouldn’t become a “popular” virus.

Powerful: A theoretical virus that sits around on a corporate LAN and changes one digit in one randomly selected cell in one randomly selected Excel document per month. And nothing else. How long could such a virus evade detection? How much hair pulling would this cause? How soon before people stopped trusting Excel?

Music: Tom Waits :: Low Side Of The Road

A Reform That Would Solve the Red

From dubyaspeak.com, a transcript of Bush explaining Social Security reform to an audience, Tampa, Florida, Feb. 4, 2005:

WOMAN IN AUDIENCE: I don’t really understand. How is it the new [Social Security] plan is going to fix that problem?

DUBYA: Because the — all which is on the table begins to address the big cost drivers. For example, how benefits are calculated, for example, is on the table. Whether or not benefits rise based upon wage increases or price increases. There’s a series of parts of the formula that are being considered. And when you couple that, those different cost drivers, affecting those — changing those with personal accounts, the idea is to get what has been promised more likely to be — or closer delivered to what has been promised. Does that make any sense to you? It’s kind of muddled. Look, there’s a series of things that cause the — like, for example, benefits are calculated based upon the increase of wages, as opposed to the increase of prices. Some have suggested that we calculate — the benefits will rise based upon inflation, as opposed to wage increases. There is a reform that would help solve the red if that were put into effect. In other words, how fast benefits grow, how fast the promised benefits grow, if those — if that growth is affected, it will help on the red.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in space.

Update: Related: Scott Squire (who hosts nonfictionphoto.com on birdhouse) has produced a photo/interview essay on Social Security reform for Mother Jones.

Music: Malcolm McLaren :: Merengue

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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