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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Contextually speaking


I had one of my cheap and frequent dime store epiphanies while searching for a word in the dictionary the other day that I would like to share with you. It can not be argued that the presence of the world wide web has revolutionized learning. Books are now digitized, we can instantly translate other languages, the answer to every "how to" question in the world now lies within reach of our fingertips. But are these new conduits to data always better?

Not necessarily. I will tell you one tool whose online incarnation is in some ways inferior to its predecessor and that would be the dictionary. The reason is the following and I won't belabor the point on a sunday morning. With a physical dictionary you can see the words above and below your entry. I believe that there is a great value in this, especially when considering things like latin roots. An old school dictionary allows you a contextual view that is missing in an online data search.

I reach for my New International Webster's Compact Dictionary of the English Language, International Encyclopedic Edition, Trident Press 1999. Let us pull out a word at random. Here it is, enjoin. 1.To order emphatically and authoritatively. To impose (a condition, course of action) on a person or group. It comes from the latin root [< in + jungere - join>] en-joiner n.

Now this might not have been the best word to choose but random is random after all so we will dance with the word that "brung" us. The word on top of enjoin is enigmatic, an adjective of enigma, from the greek ainissesthai - to speak in riddles. The word below enjoin is enjoy -1.  to experience joy or pleasure, to receive pleasure or have the possession of 2. to have the use or benefit of. From the latin [<in-gaudere rejoice>].

So while we have not in this case received information about our original search word, you oftentimes do, and you still get to do a little mental gymnastic exercise trying to establish a linguistic nexus or linkage between the sequential entries.

Searching for knowledge is a great way to keep mentally fit.

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I believe that I have mentioned that for years at a time we had no television when I was young. But we did have a Brittanica, a dictionary and a World Book, like most families. We also had a 10k plus volume library in our home thanks to our teacher parents. Living in a steep dutch gable garret in Syosset, my brother Buzz and I would stay up late at night, memorize the World Book and dictionary and test each other and we got surprisingly good at it. Not because we were exceedingly intelligent, but because we frankly had nothing else to do, short of banging our heads on the low slanted ceiling.

Leslie and I have not watched the tube in the past 20 years either. Let me know if I have missed anything of value, will you?

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I decided to look up dictionary in the online dictionary. Not the easiest thing to do, sort of like trying to throw a trash can away. The trash man always sees it as an empty. I wanted to look up the word dictionary because I assume that it comes from diction, which I figured was more about speaking then meaning. The following is the online entry:


Not very helpful for providing any hints of linguistic birthright or etymology. But my handy, old school Websters tells me a little bit more. It comes from the medieval term dictionarium, sounds Roman, a collection of words and phrases. But it turns out that I was wrong about diction. The first meaning is actually the use, choice and arrangement of words. The second and more familiar meaning is the manner of enunciating words in speaking or singing, from the latin dicere which means to say. So the word dictionary does have a primarily oral linguistic component, a word first being spoke before it is read, I suppose.

Perhaps the word dictionary itself is somewhat archaic and should be shelved since phonetic pronunciation and the common understanding of diction is now a mere afterthought and secondary to the book's role as a lexicon that shows the meaning of words.

Fare well this fine sunday. Your wordy servant,

Robert

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Jo Jo Gunne

Idle hands, devil's workshop and neural networking in the Q context

I have been doing a bit of thinking in this regard with a few buddies at coffee and thought we could jot it down and run it all by you. Please let me know what you think.

Christine Perfect

Goat Reckoning


My spousal unit was going through one of her piles of stuff yesterday when she came up with these two invitations to a couple of my early parties. Both of these particular parties were from our first year hanging out with each other, our deal hadn't really been done or, sealed, should I say, until the amazing interstellar propeller party.

It was an extraordinary event that I can't even begin to recount, culminated in a massive weird bug attack, something I have never seen before or since. And that was the very night that we decided to hitch our wagons and travel down the road of life together.

I don't really know what interstellar propeller is supposed to signify. Maybe I forgot. May have been trying to invoke the ancient gods or spirits in some arcane way.

My parties used to be sort of legendary around these parts and sometimes they took a couple of days to finish. The invitation was your ticket to ride and definitely meet some great people. Think we played volleyball at this one, the time Nitza hurt her finger.

You see how crude my computer graphic skills were back then. No photoshop in those days, you sort of had to figure things out on your own, which I often did. Forget which antediluvian drawing program I was messing with at this point. I am sure that the paper tore off a roll and the edges. Drawing with a mouse was never easy.


The carnivorous happening is four months later. Leslie had now moved in and we had bought ourselves a goat, a young goat named Annabelle. I bought Annabelle to keep my arabian horse Jasper company but he chased her around and around the pasture, not real keen on the idea. In fact he would have none of it.

This particular goat did two things quite proficiently, jump and shit, sometimes in tandem. We had bought her with a purpose in mind, a goat barbecue. Or should I say, I did, my girlfriend Leslie not real keen on the idea of eating a pet. And after three of four months of fattening, our sacrifice was ready for the pyre.

I drew up this invite and invited a couple of hundred people out to the ranch. We hired a Oaxacan man to help us butcher and prepare the goat. I dug a large pit that we filled with rocks. I had to turn my head when they hung the goat from a patio structure and killed her. Never killed a friend before and never since either. Put her on a board and covered her in large agave leaves, Oaxacan style. She stayed in the pit cooking for about five or six hours. Quite tender.

It was as gross as you could imagine.

Leslie wouldn't eat a single bite. I had one bite and spit it out, sick to my stomach. Never again will I chomp on a family member.

Everybody had a hell of a good time. Except for Leslie, me and of course, the goat.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Jackie and Joey

Mark Lindsay






Comida time!


We haven't spent much time discussing my stomach lately so here goes. Saturday Leslie was away at a conference and I was batching it. Great center cut pork chops at Firehouse Broiler. With potatos and broccoli. Nice guy from Chicago, food is so much better these days. Give it a shot. All of my meals there have been both old school and excellent.


Sunday I decided to go to Rosa's for the best menudo in town. Fresh tripe in a lusty picante broth garnished with cilantro, lime and chili. Doesn't get better than Rosa's. These and all of the following shots are crappy cell phone fotos so you will have to forgive me, or not.


Brigitte came back from Cuba the other day and we met at Tekila. I ordered the shredded beef enchilada again but this time asked him to grill it and see if we could get some of that dry, crunchy texture I like. Almost. I also ordered a pork tamale that was delicious. They are really trying to push the envelope at Tekila and deliver something special and it shows.

On my recommendation, Brigitte had the salbutes (sic). They are specially marinated tacos with an extraordinary accompanying jalapeno sauce. Pickled something or other as well. Off menu, you have to ask for them. I highly suggest that you do.


She also had a simply gorgeous and equally scrumptious chile relleno. I  don't even like chile relleno's and loved this one.

Afterwards, continuing our latin theme, we had a quick stop at Northgate Market to take a look around. Like taking a trip to an exotic foreign country without ever leaving Fallbrook. I showed her the four foot chicharrones, don't even want to think about the time I attempted to eat one.


Northgate is really an amazing place. Top flight mexican bakery, including birthday and wedding cakes. Phenomenal meat market, with lengua, split chickens, pigs feet, all kinds of things you never see anywhere else in addition to a major selection of fresh salsas of every description.

The produce is usually so much cheaper than your white man grocery stores and a much wider selection. Sapotes, cherimoyas, mangos, cane sugar, beautiful potatoes. Hominy, tortillas, spices, plus the place is really very clean.

The fresh selection of cheese is incredible including really nice looking fresh cottage cheese, crema and cotija. The woman in the back sold industrial strength quantities of fresh masa.




If you have never taken a spin through the place, you owe it to yourself.


My brother Buzz in Toronto always hates it when I post great Mexican food because like New York, it doesn't exist up there. Hey you get good socialized medicine, everything in life is a trade.

Not a lot else to report, one nice sushi dinner next to Will and Helene, replete with Yama's famed sushi burrito, chopped maguro in a rice paper tortilla with a special ponzu. Hirame. Anago. Hotate hand roll. Amazing hamachi belly.

Chris at Main St. Cafe will be open soon and we will have a good breakfast place again.

I believe that Colleen and Steve have a new chef. Look forward to trying them out.

La Caseta has switched from pumpkin to their fabulous coconut flan.

Heard about a new soul food restaurant in Oceanside if you need to get your collard greens on.

I stopped off at the new Whole Foods at Flower Hill yesterday. Looked pretty typical but they did have an outstanding smoked meat counter. I bought smoked brisket and smoked pulled pork. The guy raved about the pork but the brisket was even better. Thought I brought some home but I guess I ate it all.
They also had smoked tri tip. Very addictive fare.

I parked in the new parking garage at Flower Hill. I walked passed the playground where upscale moms delighted in their precious progeny. I wandered over to the high end cheese shop, Venissimo, hadn't been there since the move, and sampled arcane swiss, finally settling on a nutty white cheddar called Quebec Vintage.

Cucina Enoteca is opening soon and I predict that it will take North County by storm, if it is anywhere near as good as its sister restaurant, Cucina Urbana.

Chef Boyardee, the real one. Ettore "Hector" Boiarde ((October 22, 1897 – June 21, 1990), name was too difficult for Americans to handle so we phoneticized it. He was the head chef at the Plaza in New York, born in Piacenza, Italy. He developed food for the Russian Army and was  awarded the Order of Lenin, for outstanding service to Russia from a civilian during war time, but the cold war put the kaibosh on his ability to acknowledge the award. Sold his brand for nearly 6 million bucks, serious moolah at the time.

Happy eating, compadres!


KJ sends the following:

Erma Franklin



The original version, sung by Aretha's sister Erma.

Friday, this that and the other thing.

3d Printed therapeutic replacement tissue
I had the strangest feeling yesterday. Wonder if it has ever happened to the rest of you. I was stopped at a light in Escondido with my foot firmly placed on the brake. Suddenly I had the sensation that I was rolling. What actually occurred was that the car in front of me moved forward imperceptibly. My brain intuited that I was the one that was actually moving. I got a sinking feeling at the top of my solar plexus as I nervously pushed harder on the brake pedal to stop the car from rolling forward. In a second I had a reality check, rerouted my gyro scope and continued forward on my way.

I had a similar experience about five years ago. Once again I lost my bearings in Escondido, on Tulip. I thought that I was moving forward into the back of a dump truck, the reality was that he backed in to me. Odd how it works. Me and my strange depth perception. He ended up paying us three grand for taking out the front of the old van.

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I have also experienced another unfortunate occurrence the last couple months, my Verizon wireless bill! For the last ten years I have had bills that run a couple hundred dollars a month for our various cell phones, mifi unit, ipad and the like. Very consistent. The last couple months they have doubled. I did some checking, my average last year was 4.8gb of data, I am topping 15gb these last three months.

Now my usage pattern has not changed at all. I am not streaming video or the like. I called Verizon last month and they said that that is what happens when you change computers, people tend to do a lot of software updating but this exponential increase was just too much.

The tech thought that perhaps it was a result of changing from the Snow Leopard to the Mountain Lion operating system on my new Mac Book Pro but that didn't seem plausible.

I called again the other day and think I have narrowed down the culprit. Not absolutely sure but I believe I  have it figured out. I live in a remote area with poor signal. I think that the excessive data use is a result of joining the icloud. The constant synching is like letting a data spigot in the always on position. So if you are in a remote location be very careful about hooking up to the cloud. I have now turned it off.

Unless of course it is something else.

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A few things to ponder. We know of digital coding as basically a binary operation, zero's and one but what happens if you go quantum? Check out this link, How the Alphabet of Data Processing Is Growing: Flying 'Qubits' Generated.

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My friend Rodrigo Bijou has co written this article with Evan Kohlmann in the Harvard Law Review, Planning Responses and Defining Attacks in Cyberspace.

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No such thing as global warming? Mojitos anybody? 1600 years worth of Andean ice has melted in the last twenty five years.

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Another thing that seems to be disappearing, freedom of speech. Environmental activist Daniel McGowan imprisoned for writing a blog post in the Huffington Post that was critical of the government.
In a statement Thursday, McGowan's lawyers at the Center for Constitutional Rights said, "If this is indeed a case of retaliation for writing an article about the BOP retaliating against his free speech while he was in prison, it is more than ironic, it is an outrage."
Here is the apparently offending paragraph. Watch what you say or Obama and Holder are going to lock you up.
In a blog post for The Huffington Post, he criticizes the program for segregating prisoners based on their beliefs:
   
"It became quickly obvious to me that many CMU prisoners were there because of their religion or in retaliation for their speech. By my count, around two-thirds of the men are  Muslim, many of whom have been caught up in the so-called  "war on terror," others who just spoke out for their rights or allegedly took leadership positions in the  Muslim community at other facilities. Some, like me, were prisoners who have political views and perspectives that are not shared by the Department of Justice."

Three days after McGowan wrote the preceding paragraph, he was rearrested. "He just posted his thing a few days ago about all this stuff -- about his political beliefs and speech -- and they do something to him because of his post about this. It's crazy," Syan said. 
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Hate to talk about income inequality again, people get so, well you know... Randy Walters sends this along from Boing Boing.

Here's a rather graphic representation of the growth in income inequality in the USA since the 1960s; plotted on a chart where the income growth of the bottom 90 percent is represented by an inch-high bar; the growth of the top 10 percent needs a 163 foot-tall bar; while the top 0.01% need a 4.9 mile-high bar to represent their real wealth growth in the same period.

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Marco Rubio has been playing a very stupid, transparent game on immigration reform. The senator from Florida is one of the most detestable members of congress. Irrespective of how you feel about the topic ( I happen to believe that nobody should be rewarded citizenship for entering the country illegally) Rubio seems to only have one thing in mind, his own political fortune.

He released this letter to his colleagues today:

"Like all legislation of this magnitude, it should be reviewed and scrutinized thoroughly by numerous interested parties well before the first vote is taken," he wrote. He added that "defend the right rights of every senator, myself included, to conduct this process in an open and detailed manner" if senate leaders tried to interfere with the amendment process.  

I think that Rubio hates an idea if it is anybody else's idea, irrespective of the merit of the idea in question and he only really cares that he is seen as the white knight astride the immigration horse. Pure political calculus, slow play the hand until the pot gets bigger. Republicans love this guy because he is one of the rare Republican hispanics, I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the country hated him, including the non cuban hispanics. Because he is such a phony baloney.

Caveats, I've had a few...

I believe that all will agree that I am a prolific writer. Whatever I may lack in terms of literary quality is overwhelmed with my sheer volume. Last month I had 113 posts. My yearly totals are on track to break my old record unless of course I suffer a major slump or writers block, which certainly does happen from time to time.

I like words and language. I enjoy sentences and written rhythm. Placing fingers on keyboard comes easily for me, even with my hackneyed two fingered typing skills.

I state the obvious for one reason. I have been engaged in a slightly familiar ritual of late that goes something like this, upon meeting my blog readers on this here physical plane;

Me: So, how you doing? What do you think of that thing I posted the other day about purple widgets?
You: Uh, Robert, been a little busy this week, can't really say I am up to date...
Me: Hey, no sweat. Not trying to badger you. I write so much, who could keep up? No problem at all, sorry I mentioned it.

I feel ashamed for being a nudge and expecting people to always be up to date with the Blast. The reality is that I am a pretty obsessive shpieler. If you are staying with me word for word, you are probably nearly as screwed up as I am.

Now the flip side is that a lot of people want to know why they aren't always on the blast email list. And the reality is that everybody is busy and I don't want to necessarily constantly buffet people with information, especially if they aren't in a receptive mood.  I don't want to be a pain in the ass. So unless you are like Bob Degoff and tell me to make sure to send it every time, I try to spare you and lay off.

And I have to stop asking you if you are reading me. It is embarrassing for me, it is embarrassing for you and it is really none of my business. Tune in or don't tune in whenever you want. There are no tests or quizzes. I write it and the numbers don't lie, somebody is reading it.

Glad the rest of you have a life.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Jimmy McCracklin



Tomorrow with Irma Thomas. My friend Michelle sold Jimmy a piano in Oakland last year before he passed away.

market price

My Ariely class in behavioral economics referenced this actual Craig's list posting. Worth reading it and the original replies as well as the other comments on Adam Nash's blog. Is she prostituting herself? Is there a danger in introducing a market component to our social relationships? Is the man who replies the pig as one of the commenters suggests? I don't know if she is a whore or not but would say from her last reply that she sounds like a real bitch.

What am I doing wrong?

Okay, I’m tired of beating around the bush. I’m a beautiful
(spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I’m articulate and classy.
I’m not from New York. I’m looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don’t think I’m overreaching at all.

Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around 200 – 250. But that’s where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won’t get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she’s not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?

Here are my questions specifically:

- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms

-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won’t hurt my feelings

-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I’m 25)?

- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east side so plain? I’ve seen really ‘plain jane’ boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I’ve seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What’s the story there?

- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows – lawyer, investment
banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?

- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for
MARRIAGE ONLY

Please hold your insults – I’m putting myself out there in an honest
way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I’m being up front about it. I wouldn’t be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn’t able to match them – in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and hearth.

it’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 432279810


THE ANSWER
Dear Pers-431649184:

I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.

Firstly, I’m not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your
bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here’s how I see it.

Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a crappy business deal. Here’s why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here’s the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity…in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won’t be getting any more beautiful!

So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you’re 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!

So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold…hence the rub…marriage. It doesn’t make good business sense to “buy you” (which is what you’re asking) so I’d rather lease. In case you think I’m being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It’s as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.

Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as “articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful” as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn’t found you, if not only for a tryout.

By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn’t need to have this difficult conversation.

With all that said, I must say you’re going about it the right way. Classic “pump and dump.”

I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.


To the gentleman who called me a depreciating asset
Date: 2007-10-11, 8:23AM EDT

Dear Sir,

I must confess that I was somewhat taken aback upon reading your email. Indeed, it has taken some time for me to sufficiently recuperate from my surprise. Lest your confidence quickly inflate for little reason (as we know is the predisposition for Wall St. types), allow me to hasten to reassure you that the source of my surprise was neither your candor nor the accuracy of your perception. Indeed, it is your “claimed” success in light of your poor grasp of economics which has me baffled. If the standards required to meet with financial success on Wall St. have sunk so low, perhaps I should indeed “make my own money”, except for the fact that the effort/reward ratio is far too high for my liking – especially when so many of your ilk have displayed a far more cogent grasp of market realities than you have.

By now you are likely scratching your ever-vanishing hairline in confusion, so allow me to elaborate, dear man. To build some credibility I will tell you a bit more about yourself. Though you did not mention the details of your occupation, it is clear that you are an investment banker and not a trader, as any good trader would understand that human courtships are based upon a semi-efficient open market, and not an investment banking cartel. However, your inability to grasp the realities of the dating market is not surprising, given that you have successfully employed the tools of collusion and market manipulation rather that true acumen in your supposed wealth generation.

If your grasp of finance were not a minority partner with your ego, you would realize that the “outflows” associated with my depreciating “assets” are quite certain, and therefore subject to a low discount rate when determining their present value. In addition, though your concept of economics evidentially failed to move past the 1950s, advancement in plastic surgery is not subject to the same limitation. Thus, with some additional capital expenditure, the overall lifetime of “outflows” generated by these assets is greatly increased. Sad that Ashton Kutcher has demonstrated understanding of the female asset class which you, in all of your financial “wisdom”, have not.

You, on the other hand, are, given the uncertainty of the Wall St. job market, more of an inflation-indexed junk bond with an underwater nested call option. Though you may argue that you are more of an equity investment, my monetary minimums required from you do not change, and if you are unable to pay them, I will liquidate you without the benefit of a chapter 11, just as you would me.

Because your outflows are so much more uncertain with respect to mine, I require additional compensation in the form of a underwater nested call option on your future assets. I say underwater because, even taking into account the value of your junk bond coupon payment to me, the value of my “outflow” is in excess of the market price of your equity (which is quite low due to its riskiness associated with your poor grasp of finance and my existing claim upon your junk bond coupon).

I must thank you though for raising the question, despite the reputation cost of subjecting your weak logic to such widespread scrutiny. This took either considerable courage or ignorance on your part- and we’ll give you the benefit of doubt, just this once. My current boyfriend (a trader who lives in Central Park West, of course) and I thoroughly enjoyed discussing your response and we wish you the best of luck in your unhappy pursuit of that elusive market inefficiency.


Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Things Fall Apart

4-3-13

It is hard for an observer to miss the present day political schism and separation. We have a democrat Executive branch and Senate, Republican House and governors. Maybe the mayors are a toss up, frankly I don't know?

But there is another level of governing that is equally important and that is local politics. The school boards, the fire and water boards. I believe that these positions tend to be mostly filled by conservatives and evangelicals. Don't ask me why. Perhaps they are more committed than those on the liberal left. In any case the Republicans quickly and correctly assessed the importance of a ground up campaign and they have been amazingly successful at fulfilling their goals at the local level.

The South and the Heartland are also increasingly conservative and evangelical. And their elected and appointed officials are representing in great measure the wishes of their constituency. But there is a dichotomy or two. The GOP got beaten up pretty badly last election. Besides not particularly liking their candidates, many voters took issue with their positions on various issues.

Priebus and the National committee gave themselves an autopsy report and saw the writing on the wall. They were losing it with women and hispanics and better turn things around if they are going to score nationally again. So now we hear talk about the need for inclusion and for reaching out to traditional left wing bases and showing those bases the advantages of belonging to the Republican party. Yet it is fairly apparent to anybody watching that much of the base and many of the elected GOP leaders despise these very groups that they are trying to woo. So you get the recent statements like Michigan's Agema talking about gays living a filthy lifestyle and some of the more racist language that has been pooping up at certain points in the right wing spectrum.

The word was out before Romney even ran. Don't talk about the social issues. People are concerned about one thing and that is the economy. Big tent, room for everybody. The social issues are a loser. We preach limited government, remember? But unfortunately some people can never stop.  There are some very wonderful and well meaning people on the right that believe that for instance, abortion is murder and that it is their moral duty to protest.  They can't help themselves. So now we have over two dozen personhood amendments, abortion regulations and bills proposed and signed in North Dakota, Arkansas, Alabama that practically start at the fetal heartbeat in some cases. Going after clinics that rescribe morning after pills, throwing every roadblock they can in front of women and their doctors. Dare the feds to do something.

The right has engaged in an absolute stealth campaign, pretend not to care about the social front until you have the power and then the spiritual warfare is on.

Is that what we want? What we are headed for? Two distinct America's? Soon that is where we will be. The right will get to do what they want in their states, we in ours, they can even establish the official christian religion, like they are trying to do in North Carolina. Hope the Baptists and the Southern Methodists can work things out quick about who's boss, not to mention the Pentecostals. Figure out who's going to run the thing.
The North Carolina state constitution disqualifies those who do not believe in God from public office. The provision has been unenforcible since the 1961 Supreme Court decision in Torcaso v. Watkins, which prohibited such bans. 
Both parties are playing to their fringe. The middle ground is starting to look like the Korean DMZ. Vacant. Empty. We get Old Faithful, the Grand Canyon, the Teton Range, you take Mount Rushmore, Great Smoky Mountains and Disney World. Deal?

You can drill until your hearts content, kill the EPA,  bring back indentured servitude for all I care - just give the folks that don't agree with you ample warning and time to get out. Banish sex education, crush the sodomites, bring back the ten commandments, abolish the teaching of evolution, outlaw abortion and contraception, deport the mexicans (except the ones that are doing your dirty work) and fight against the local imposition of sharia law.

We will outlaw the eating of meat of any kind, forbid transportation by any means except skateboards and bikes.  Marijuana smoking will be mandatory and the kids will have to pledge to Gaia or no god every morning. A few unfortunate souls can work all the time, do the rest of us a real solid and support the dreamers who would frankly rather sit around and "grok."

We can always visit each other.

sade

The black and the white


I don't know how many of you remember the quote I posted a few weeks back from the southern state senator that said that unfortunately racial politics were good politics at the moment. I don't have time to hunt it down again but will find it if I have to. Racial politics and racism in general, seem to be making a serious comeback. Which is kind of funny because conservatives are now ready to either proclaim and rule that we now live in a "post racial" world, or admit that they really don't care one way or another.

It is certainly ugly out there. Montana's Chief Supreme Court Justice, U.S. District Judge Richard Cebull, is retiring after having been found sending racist emails denigrating our President.

I was looking around the web this morning and found this, the Media Research Center Director of Media Analysis' Tim Graham wants to know why the liberal media haven't talked about the white girlfriends Obama once used to date when he was in his twenties, as if that means anything, the laws of mixed race dating and miscegenation long having been ruled illegal.



Graham made news again recently when he called out new MSNBC host Karen Finney for not being quite black enough.


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The second most senior representative in the House, Don Young, talked last week about the "wetbacks" on the family farm of his youth in California.


Google did a graphic the other day celebrating the late farmworker rights advocate Cesar Chavez. It set of a firestorm of nasty tweets from people like Glen Beck and Dana Perino and this beauty from a historically confused sort, who mixed him up with the late Venezuelan dictator Hugo Chavez.

Michelle Malkin also got her Chavez wrong on her website, which was later corrected. God help that we should honor somebody who tried to help the poor and hispanic.

Rush Limbaugh blames one person for all this racism. Three guesses?
Rush Limbaugh took the criticism further on his Monday radio show, responding to a caller by complaining that that “it may well be the case” that the president “inspires racism” in people and claiming that Obama “is indeed a racist and he promotes racist behavior whenever he can.”
Call me an old fashioned romantic. I kind of long for the days when we all attempted to live together and tried to put the racial crap aside. Hope that we can get away from this stuff.

Ash nazg durbatulûk


Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. 

The most amazing story I've heard today has to be the tale of the ring that was found in England. Not just any ring, the "one ring to bind them all and in the darkness keep them." The Guardian reports that a farmer in Silchester, Hampshire found the ruling ring way back in 1785 while plowing his fields.The huge ring, which weighed twelve grams in gold, was engraved with a crowned head and the latin inscription"Senicianus live well in God." The ring is said to be so large that it will only fit a gloved thumb.

Years later a tablet was found in an iron age Roman site near Gloucestershire that was named, the Dwarf's Hill. The tablet was translated "A Roman named Silvianus writes that his ring has been stolen, and invokes a curse against the one he knows is responsible: "Among those who bear the name Senicianus to none grant health until he bring back the ring to the temple of Nodens."

The tablet was concerning this very ring, a trifle, this precious. Give it to me! The story is quite interesting to Tolkeinologists like myself, he being acquainted with the archaeologist Sir Mortimer Wheeler who was researching the site prior to the author starting his famous tomes of Middle Earth.
Lydney was re-excavated by the maverick archaeologist Sir Mortimer Wheeler, who called in Tolkien in 1929 to advise on the odd name of the god – and also spotted the connection between the name on the curse and the Chute family's peculiar ring. It seems that Senicianus only got as far as Silchester before he lost his booty.
It had been assumed that the story of the ring had sprung from the literature professor's study of germanic and nordic myth. A very fascinating tale!


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Bill Medley - Lonely Avenue

Does an osprey shit in a tree?

I have not been in much of a camera flow lately but still managed to click off a few frames yesterday. Pictures await us everywhere. I left my house early and performed my first daily check on the mother hawk to be, still waiting patiently in the nest if not somewhat grumpily. I've never hatched a brood, what do I know? I took a quick shot with my 300mm. At the distance it was deficient but until the little hawklings hatch I didn't feel like switching to the 400mm.


I snapped the pretty thread rack at Manor Cleaners in the morning, the place I take my expensive silk shirts that none of the other boys can afford.


Anyway as I said, I just haven't been in a picture taking mode.


Yesterday was pay bills day, never a happy moment, although I was eager to see if there would be anything left when I was finished. My Verizon bill had effectively doubled, that new plan that was supposed to help me cut costs so much.


I wandered next door to the Brandon Gallery where they were setting up for their new show and gabbed a little bit with Penny, Kathy and the other women installing the artwork.


On the way home I saw a somewhat rare visitor in the valley, an osprey in a far off sycamore tree. I clicked a couple shots from the window but the distance was far too great to get anything sharp. I did get a first for me, a picture of an osprey crapping, thank you so much.


What happened next was one of those horrible chains of events.

I opened the trunk and got my new Bogen tripod out, the one the 400mm was mounted to. It has taken a little getting used to, lots of squirrelly
settings and adjustments. Doesn't seat quite right.

I set the damn thing up and went back to the car to retrieve my camera.

The next thing I knew, the next sound I heard,was the super expensive lens detaching itself from the tripod ball head by its own volition and flying through the air and then crashing to the ground.

I stared in stupefied amazement, unable to move for several seconds, the horrible deed done. Two thousand dollar nikon lens, lying in the dirt, check. My friend's lens no less.

I finally mustered my strength and reached down to pick it up and save for a minor owee on the lens flare shield everything seemed to be no worse for wear. I looked up in the tree and of course my quarry the osprey was now nowhere to be seen. Was there a causal relationship between my chronicling the raptor's most intimate business and the resultant catastrophe? That will take a wiser mind than mine to decipher.

Leslie came home and made us dinner and then walloped me at gin rummy three games running. Some days it just doesn't pay to get up.
Lena sent over this picture of the new passover toilet seat cover.


Wrong color in Texas



WACO, Texas (CN) - A Texas sheriff threw two Latino men into jail for 39 days "with no charges, no hearing, and no probable cause" and seized the $14,000 they had saved up to buy a new car, the men claim in Federal Court.
     Roberto Moreno-Gutierrez and Jaime Moreno-Gutierrez sued Hill County, the Hill County Sheriff's Department and the Texas Department of Public Safety, in Federal Court. Hill County, whose seat is Hillsboro, is between Waco and Dallas.
     "On March 31, 2011, plaintiffs Roberto Moreno-Gutierrez and Jaime Moreno-Gutierrez left their home in Killeen, Texas and were traveling to a car dealership in Plano, Texas to purchase a vehicle, specifically a 2007 Nissan Maxima Hybrid Electric Vehicle," the complaint states.
     "Defendant Jaime Moreno-Gutierrez, having sold a prior vehicle, a 2004 GMC Envoy, for nine thousand and no/100ths ($9,000.00) dollars, part cash and part check and combining his money with a loan of four thousand and no/100ths ($4,000.00) dollars, had gathered together over fourteen thousand and no/100ths ($14,000.00) dollars in cash and checks for the purchase, which is confirmed by Hill County Jail property receipts."
     The men claim Texas State Trooper Carl R. Clary pulled them over, driving a K-9 unit.
     "The trooper provided no traffic violation information or reason for the stop to the plaintiffs," the complaint states. "The trooper requested driver licenses from both plaintiffs, which he then took to his patrol unit. Upon returning, he requested to search the vehicle. Consent was given, and he then brought out his dog. After a search, the dog was put in its kennel. No drugs or drug paraphernalia were found in the vehicle or on the plaintiffs.
More on the story from the Dallas Observer. Do we suspend our laws and protections when it comes to illegal aliens?
Their lawsuit doesn't say it in so many words, but both the Moreno-Gutierrezes seem to be in the country illegally. But the charge on which they were booked into jail was listed as money laundering, according to jail records obtained by the men's attorney. Even if they are undocumented immigrants, the men claim that both the Texas Department of Public Safety and Hill County authorities violated basic due process protections.
To begin with, they were never told they were under arrest and never read their Miranda rights. They were simply told by Clary that they would be interviewed where it was quiet. Also, according to the lawsuit, no probable cause affidavit was ever filed, they were never brought before a magistrate and they never had a bond hearing, all requirements for holding someone in jail. State law requires authorities to release those they arrest within 72 hours if a magistrate does not find probable cause for their detention. And ICE's detention holds on non-citizens last for 48 hours, according to suit.
Needless to say, those time periods had been well exceeded by May 9, when the men were released on an immigration bond.
The lawsuit claims that Hill County routinely holds illegal immigrants for longer than allowed by law. In this case at least, it says the men suffered a loss of their constitutional rights and liberty, and that this was intentionally inflicted. They're asking for unspecified damages.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Bernie Worrell and Warren Haynes get down

Fool such as eye

I passed 4000 posts yesterday. I suppose that I should bake a cake. Thank you to all of my loyal readers. Your allowance of this daily pesty intrusion means a lot to me.

In a month I will crack a half million views. Some cute cat blogs do that in a week. Is it a lot or a little?


It is all fools day today. I was wondering why it comes so soon after easter and passover, in a religiosity sense. But I don't think one can build a nexus.

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The practice of pulling jokes may have originated in the ancient roman festival of Hilaria which starts on March 25. It may have arisen as an honor to the resurrection of Attis, Roman God of plants who was linked to the new spring. In Britain legend states that April Fool's Day commemorates the unsuccessful mission of the raven who was sent out in fruitless search of land from Noah's ark. Some trace the day to India, some to France's Feast of Fools or Asses.


Fool me once your fault...

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Times Haiku.

Cowboy Movie

Placebo restraint

I read an interesting story in the Los Angeles Times yesterday about court monitored ankle bracelets. Apparently they don't work so good. So bad in fact, that at one time last year authorities felt that the public was in imminent danger. They could be jammed, covered with tin foil, lose signal, a lot of things could go wrong. But we will never really know how bad because the records for the devices were sealed.

What I find interesting about the story is that 3m, the makers of the product basically said that 'Hey, all of these types of products are flawed. The efficacy of the products is actually unimportant, what is important is only that the offenders believe that they are being tracked all the time."
In a lawsuit over the state's GPS contracting, corrections attorneys persuaded a judge to seal information about the failures, arguing that test results could show criminals how to avoid being tracked and give parole violators grounds to appeal convictions.
The information, they warned, would "erode public trust" in electronic monitoring programs. The devices, they said, deter crime only if offenders believe their locations are being tracked every minute.
"The more reliable the devices are believed to be, the less likely a parolee may be to attempt to defeat the system," GPS program director Denise Milano wrote in a court statement.
So the fact that the machines may not actually work in the real world may not necessarily be so important...

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It would be hard to overestimate the new research on behavioral economics is having on me. I have uncovered flaws in my own selling strategy (giving the client too many choices, creating a complexity level which almost assures the no purchase default option, etc.) While the classes require a lot of work, the curriculum is exciting and thought provoking. 

A couple of things I want to share, from within the course and elsewhere. Yesterday I wrote about google being able to shape perception through rankings and hypothetically tip an election.

I am reminded of a story I once read about Mobutu, the longtime dictator from Zaire. Mobutu was installed as the head of the Congo by Belgium in 1965 and served until 1997. The story I remember is that television was a new thing during that period in Zaire. What did Arthur C. Clarke say, any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic? 

Taking advantage of the wondrous medium, Mobutu would be seen on television in a golden throne surrounded by angel wings descending to earth on a cloud. His subjects were obviously stupefied and assured that their leader was a divine entity. Smart use of technology, until somebody peaks behind the curtain of course. Remember that great scene in The man who would be king when Caine and Connery must run for their lives?

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Bad story about a poor guy named Alfred Anaya. Anaya was in debt, he had real talent at making secret compartments. He says he didn't sell drugs or take drugs. But he may have wittingly or unwittingly worked for people who did. Now he is doing 24 years with no possibility of parole. Read the chilling tale here.

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I was considering some of the things I have been learning in the behavioral economics class and I started to think about branding. With the pervasive reach of television and the web, younger and younger children are getting exposed and developing brand preferences earlier and earlier. Three year olds.

I was thinking about today's fashion in the light of some of the new things that I have learned. Nose rings and tattoos for instance. While once they were the province of gypsies, hippies and the fringe of nonconforming society, today they have been widely adopted by the mainstream. They have become the "default" for a large group. The question is how they achieved default status and the complexity of the alternatives, I suppose. 

The women of the Baduang tribe of Burma wear a cascade of rings around their neck. Rather than stretch their neck they are actually compressing their spine, but that is neither here nor there.

While it is curious to our western eyes, this mode of decoration is the default in this province of Burma, the path of least resistance. I am guessing that the unringed would be viewed with a certain amount of suspicion.

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We all have a mask and we are all clinging to some default. One of the defaults for middle age men where I live, is a hawaiian shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes. Nobody knows who has money in these parts or should I say it can not be easily discerned by paying attention to one's dress. 

Now my older sister lives in Palm Beach, Florida. It is more of a classist culture. The default there might be sock less loafers and khakis. Sport coat. A place where it is obviously more important to give clues as to one's economic status.

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Being an early if not near charter member of the anti materialist set my costume was different. The pants (preferably elephant bells, tight at the knee) had to be torn, preferably in multiple locations. Are you old enough to remember when patches were in vogue, your blue jean bellbottoms a pastiche mosaic of colors and embroidery? When was the last time that you saw a patch on somebody's jeans, as rare these days as a Baduang neck collar. I was wearing my own uniform, with my own calculated set of signals. And I wsa certainly as full of shit as the next guy.

We are all conformists, square pegs are quickly hammered round. And we are all wearing some sort of mask or uniform that is sending a completely tailored message to our peers.

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I got a letter back from the great wordsmith Richard Lederer regarding my posts Forwent and Cognitate. By his brevity I can only assume that he was less than impressed with my scholarship.

Richard, I would love your opinions of these two word pursuits, forwent and cognitate.

Thank you,

Robert Sommers
Fallbrook, CA

We already have the verb "cogitate," so to jerrybuild and juryrig another verb, "cognitate," with the same meaning, from the noun "cognition," seems to me to be gratuitous.

"Forwent," as a past ternse of "forgo" already reposes in dictrionarties (sic) and seems to me to be perfectly useful. -rl

Richard,
But cognition and cogitation have two distinct meanings. Even the root latin word they are predicated on is slightly different. Forwent is another story, am aware that it is in dictionaries the point was that forego implies its own past tense. Interesting double standard...

thank you,

Robert

What do you think? Is he right?

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Watched an interesting video by Northwestern Professor Eli Finkel on online dating as it relates to behavioral economics. Two things I took away. We don't know what we really want in a partner or should I say what we think we want is different than what we really want. Men and women have the same basic desires in a partner. While some women are thought to be after money or as Finkel phrases it, economic prospects and men looking for looks, the reality is that experiments show that there is no gender difference. Personability was the third indices and also ranked evenly between the sexes.

Rock Me on the Water

Star Track

Larry Robinson Memorial

© Robert Sommers 2013

A Celebration of Life memorial service will be held Friday, April 19, 2013, from 7 to 10 p.m. at the Temecula Community Recreation Center Outdoor Amphitheater, 30875 Rancho Vista Road, Temecula, Calif. 92592.