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Out with the old …

New Year is an odd holiday. It’s not a “holy day” kind of thing, except as that is imposed on it by some people. It’s completely secular. Even where there…

New Year is an odd holiday. It’s not a “holy day” kind of thing, except as that is imposed on it by some people. It’s completely secular. Even where there are competing New Year dates, I don’t know of anyone who gets concerned about wishing someone Happy New Year (nor anyone who gets offended by it).

It’s conveniently close to Christmas, though, so it makes for some holiday extending. And its proximity to Christmas lends that holiday some “time to reflect” aspects.

If I had a lot of time, I’d wax even more philosophical, but, lucky for you, the currents of Faerie are pulling me away again. So I’ll just say, Happy New Year to you all. May the coming year be more rewarding and more joyful than the last.

Jeez. 2003. It’s, like, the future or something.

Knew I was forgetting something

And so I was. Lori & Dave are engaged. Huzzah!…

And so I was. Lori & Dave are engaged.

Huzzah!

Freedom!

A fine essay on the misguided efforts to suppress Disney’s Song of the South — aided and abetted by the cravens at Disney itself. And if you agree, go to…

A fine essay on the misguided efforts to suppress Disney’s Song of the South — aided and abetted by the cravens at Disney itself.

And if you agree, go to SongOfTheSouth.net and sign the petition to free this film.

(via Ad Orientem)

Drifting along in Faerie

Margie came down with the bug on Saturday, which meant she was under the weather for the Ks’ Christmas Party. She still seemed to have a good time, though, and…

Margie came down with the bug on Saturday, which meant she was under the weather for the Ks’ Christmas Party. She still seemed to have a good time, though, and the party was the usual smash. Relatively light attendance this year, around 80 or so — which didn’t keep the place from becoming incredibly warm. Fortunately, the promised rain held off for most of the evening, so it was always possible to duck outside to cool off — as many people did.

The night before was Our Night Out, as my folks took possession of Kitten on Friday morning for a day and night of cousin-filled revelry, Robbie and Sean being also there on a visit. John & Paula reportedly went out for a romantic dinner.

Since Mary was visiting, Margie and I went out with her instead to Catal, a very nice Mediterranean-themed restaurant at Downtown Disney (Calif.). Had some faboo osso buco.

Wandered around DD for a while after that, picked up some Lego goodies, enjoyed the ambience, then back to Catal’s again for dessert. The waiter had informed us if we were out on the balcony at 9:30 we could see the nightly fireworks show, and so we did and were and could. Very nice. Huge after-dinner drinks, very rich desserts, plus coffee. We rolled back to the car.

But going back still earlier in the day, we got a green light from Jim & Ginger and went ahead and picked up a new PC for them from CostCo — an eMachines unit, very nice, very fast, pretty cool. They decided to keep the flatscreen monitor we’d picked up earlier. Mary, on the other hand, is buying the Firewire external CD/RW we couldn’t use, saving us a trip to Fry’s return line.

Sunday (to leap back ahead) was show time for putting the new beast together (after the traditional party post mortem and opening of associated gifts). It all went smooth as silk. A quick trip to Fry’s in the afternoon netted us a program called Conversions Plus, which (a) converts native Mac files to Windows format files, and (b) lets the PC read Mac-formatted disks, including Zip disks. Sweet, though the old Excel 3.0 files on the Mac need re-saving as Appleworks ones.

(Also picked up a Shanghai program. Alas, the one they prefer — Shanghai II – Dragon’s Eye — isn’t available anywhere for love or money. Dagnabbit.)

Also got to play with my new toy a gift I got for Margie for Christmas, a 128Mb Cig@r drive, a little USB RAM disk that works on both the Mac and the PC. Sweet.

Last night did dinner, put Kitten to bed (again and again), and then played Fluxx with Mary and Margie. A nice day.

As to the rest of the week …

… Today I worked. Work, work, work. Eat a monster lunch. Work some more. Actually got some stuff done, too.

… Work with Ginger and Margie to ID files that need to be moved from the Mac to the PC. It’s like cleaning out the garage. Ditto for the mail system.

… Install stuff from my PC to Jim & Ginger’s. Burned CDs for backup today, which will also be useful next week when I move into my new machine. I hope.

… Show Jim and Ginger how the PC works. They use PCs at their offices, so it’s not a complete culture shock, but I want to make sure that they know what’s what, and that there are no huge surprises.

… Go see Two Towers again. Snickering may ensue, I fear.

… New Years Eve party at the Ks! Hors d’oevres! Games! Pointy hats! Champagne!

… Bid Mary farewell on Wednesday.

… Work on Thursday. Bleah.

… Visit with Tracy on Friday afternoon (huzzah!), and dinner with my folks in the evening.

… Fly home on Saturday, jiggity-jig.

In between, lots of sleep, twiddling with the new machine, and a ginormous packing job that may challenge both Jim and Margie’s space-warping ability and the newly-inquisitive gremlins of the TSA. Stay tuned.

But what’s Clark Kent going to do?

Sic transit pay phones. I suspect this is going to be one of those odd little bit of technological watersheds, one of the “Boy, you know you’re old when” items…

Sic transit pay phones.

I suspect this is going to be one of those odd little bit of technological watersheds, one of the “Boy, you know you’re old when” items that demarcates one generation from another.

“I waste him with my longbow!”

Oh. My. God. LotR as a bad D&D game. This stuff is a hoot. PC2: Is this debacle over yet? PC1: Almost, man. It’s really wounded, but I’m down to…

Oh. My. God. LotR as a bad D&D game. This stuff is a hoot.

PC2: Is this debacle over yet?
PC1: Almost, man. It’s really wounded, but I’m down to my last few hit points. We beat each other up swimming for a while, then climbed a bunch of stairs, and now we’re on the top of the mountain.
PC2: Oh, brother.
DM: It hit you again for… (roll dice, cheat on result) 5 points of damage.
PC2: 5 points! It’s supposed to be a balrog!
PC1: Shut up. I’m at negative 1. Can I take one last swing?
DM: Umm, sure.
PC1: Hit! And 8 points of damage! Hoody hoo!
DM: Wow – you killed it! It falls off the cliff – 7d6 points of falling damage –
PC2, sotto voce: winnnnggggsss…. it has wings!
DM: – and collapses on the mountain below you.
PC1: Yeah! In your face, balrog! I collapse back into the snow.
DM: Roll some stabilization checks. (roll, roll) You failed them ALL?
PC2: Hah!
PC1 (miserable): Yeah.
DM: Hey, I know! You get all the balrog’s experience points, right? So that puts you up a level, giving you more hit points, and you don’t die!
PC1: YES! Hahaha … I’m unstoppable. Mage with a sword, baby! Balrog-bane!
PC2: You guys suck. I’m going home.
PC1: I’m putting all my new skill points in animal empathy, ride, and disguise (evil wizard).

(via SfAD)

Starring Good Ol’ Aleister Brown

Here’s a fun effort — the Tarot Deck as inspired by Peanuts. The deck features Peppermint Pattie as the Empress, Lucy as High Priestess, Linus as the Hierophant, and Charlie…

Good Grief!Here’s a fun effort — the Tarot Deck as inspired by Peanuts.

The deck features Peppermint Pattie as the Empress, Lucy as High Priestess, Linus as the Hierophant, and Charlie Brown in a variety of roles throughout both the Major and Minor Arcana.

While the Minors are occasionally a bit amateurish, the Majors are inspired. Good stuff.

(via BoingBoing)

Odd Lotts

The (so far) last word (or image) on the Trent Lott brouhaha. Nice….

The (so far) last word (or image) on the Trent Lott brouhaha. Nice.

Damned if you do …

The US is being accused of reckless multilateralism. SEOUL (Reuters) – North Korea (news – web sites) said Tuesday it is only the United States that can solve the dispute…

The US is being accused of reckless multilateralism.

SEOUL (Reuters) – North Korea (news – web sites) said Tuesday it is only the United States that can solve the dispute of its nuclear weapons, warning Washington that internationalizing the issue would bring “uncontrollable catastrophe.”
“There is no need for the third party to meddle in the nuclear issue on the peninsula. The issue should be settled between the DPRK (North Korea) and the U.S., the parties responsible for it,” said the North’s ruling-party newspaper, the Rodong Sinmun.
“If the U.S. persistently tries to internationalize the pending issue between the DPRK and the U.S. in a bid to flee from its responsibility, it will push the situation to an uncontrollable catastrophe,” it said.

Or, as Glenn Reynolds put it:

Those damned cowboy Americans, always trying to round up a posse and bring the whole community into dealing with wrongdoers, instead of doing things one-to-one like civilized people. . . .

I’m waiting on the Germans and French to weigh in on this one.

Now we know what the monkeys are saying

Folks With Way Too Much Time On Their Hands have ported the Ook language over to the .NET framework, callling it Ook#. Ook is a computer programming language consisting of…

Folks With Way Too Much Time On Their Hands have ported the Ook language over to the .NET framework, callling it Ook#. Ook is a computer programming language consisting of one word — “Ook” — with various punctuation marks.

Consider, for example, the standard “Hello World” program in Ook#:

# Lawrence Pit
#
# (C) 2002 BlueSorcerer
#
#example that prints Hello World!
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Something to remember for our next “Living Jungle” game.

(via BoingBoing)

Thanks, but no thanks

The Louisiana state school board has changed their mind about a request by evangelicals to flag biology books with a warning that evolution is a “theory,” not a “fact.” The…

The Louisiana state school board has changed their mind about a request by evangelicals to flag biology books with a warning that evolution is a “theory,” not a “fact.” The board’s president observed, “I am not prepared to go back to the Dark Ages.”

Evolution at work, indeed.

Petards, Part II

Scrap steel from the Twin Towers is going to be incorporated in the USS New York, an US Navy amphibious troop carrier being built. Its launch date is in 2007….

Scrap steel from the Twin Towers is going to be incorporated in the USS New York, an US Navy amphibious troop carrier being built. Its launch date is in 2007.

Someone has a fine sense of irony.

Petards

Portland police, investigating one of their own, rifled through her garbage. They did this sans search warrant, with the support of the chief, the mayor, and the DA, claiming that…

Portland police, investigating one of their own, rifled through her garbage. They did this sans search warrant, with the support of the chief, the mayor, and the DA, claiming that courts have often allowed for such searches (I’ve heard this before — trash is considered to be abandoned and in public, as opposed to stuff on your property, behind closed doors).

“She placed her garbage can out in the open, open to public view, in the public right of way,” McDonnell told Judge Jean Kerr Maurer earlier this month. “There were no signs on the garbage, ‘Do not open. Do not trespass.’ There was every indication…she had relinquished her privacy, possessory interest.”
Police Chief Mark Kroeker echoed this reasoning. “Most judges have the opinion that [once] trash is put out…it’s trash, and abandoned in terms of privacy,” he told WW.

The mayor and the chief, at least, were a little bit less impressed with this argument and practice when a local newspaper did the same thing to them.

Hours later, the chief issued a press release complaining that WW had gone through “my personal garbage at my home.” KATU promptly took to the airwaves declaring, “Kroeker wants Willamette Week to stay out of his garbage.”
If the chief got overheated, the mayor went nuclear. When we confessed that we had swiped her recycling, she summoned us to her chambers.
“She wants you to bring the trash–and bring the name of your attorney,” said her press secretary, Sarah Bott.

Commute thoughts

Random thoughts from my commute this morning, mostly inspired by the radio. Katherine was actually clingy to me this morning when I was leaving (despite my refusal earlier to let…

Random thoughts from my commute this morning, mostly inspired by the radio.

  • Katherine was actually clingy to me this morning when I was leaving (despite my refusal earlier to let her have whipped cream for breakfast). It was both disconcerting and kind of neat.
  • “We shouldn’t be rattling sabres at Iraq! The government hasn’t even solved the anthrax attack yet!” I understand Jimmy Hoffa is still missing, too.

  • “Security experts predict a 75% chance of a terrorist attack if we attack Iraq!” Um … are these the guys who predicted, and therefore foiled, the 9/11 attacks? Or the guys who’ve been saying that terrorist attacks were inevitable? Or what? I mean, if we could be sure of forever quelling all terrorist attacks by not attacking Iraq, that would be an interesting thought. But what are the chances of a terrorist attack if we don’t attack Iraq? Or, assuming there’s no linkage between Iraq and terrorist attacks, who cares?

  • Looks like we’re “talking” with North Korea again. Pity that, since NK talking usually seems to mean “giving them all sorts of goodies in return for their doing whatever the hell they want.” On the other hand, now I’m hearing it’s likely that NK already has a few nukes — which, of course, is a whole other ball game (and is indicative of why we shouldn’t wait until Iraq has them, too … but I digress).

  • “Close to soil and season.” What a great turn of phrase.

  • When they finally opened the extension of the Foothill Freeway from San Dimas to I-15, they renumered it from SR-30 to SR-210 (to go with the I-210 that it is before that). Weird. Weirder is that the little spur of I-210 at the end of it down to I-10 has been renumbered to SR-57. In some ways it makes a lot more sense, but I have to wonder how many tens of thousands of dollars it cost.

  • My boss is finally in the office this a.m., his family having suffered through Katherine-style flu last week. Sounds like something productive may get done.

Only in America …

I hope it says something grand about our country that, as Al Franken noted in This Week, the number one rapper in the country is white, and the number one…

I hope it says something grand about our country that, as Al Franken noted in This Week, the number one rapper in the country is white, and the number one golfer is black.

(via Instapundit)

Slow news week

That’s the only explanation I have for all the foofoorah over the cloning announcement by the Raelians and Clonaid about a successful human clone birth. I mean, these guys sound…

That’s the only explanation I have for all the foofoorah over the cloning announcement by the Raelians and Clonaid about a successful human clone birth. I mean, these guys sound like they’re straight off the pages of the Weekly World News — and I say that with all due respect for the heroism of Bat-boy and the tragedy that is Hitler’s Brain in a Jar.

But it’s given religious leaders — who have nothing else to do this time of year, I guess — to pontificate (in some cases literally). Most of this boils down to “‘Tain’t natural!”

Well, as someone who had scarlet fever as a child, who underwent vaccines to (successfully) avoid smallpox, who has received blood during surgery, and who wears glasses, I find arguments about what’s “natural” to usually be highly selective and rarely convincing.

[T]he announcement in itself is an expression of a brutal mentality, devoid of any ethical and human consideration.

So says an announcement from the Vatican, whose stance on scientific issues in the past shows it well understands what “brutal mentality” means. Given that the Vatican regularly says the same things about birth control should put this prounouncement in the correct perspective.

Science must be regulated by firm laws to preserve humanity and its dignity.

So says Ali Abu Hassan, a cleric from Egypt’s religious institutution, Al Azhar University. Since we generally don’t hold much truck with what Al Azhar U. says about human dignity in the context of men and women holding hands together, I’m not sure why AP feels the need to quote this particular gent. But, then, I’m not sure how human cloning somehow fails to “preserve humanity.”

Ayed bin Ahmad Qurani, a “senior Saudi cleric” (which means we should pay attention to all his moral pronunciations, right, since all science should be considered in light of sharia) condemns human cloning “because it will cause an imbalance in the human nature God has created.” The story fails to say what that particular balance is. He also noted that cloning could replace the institution of marriage, which would be “sinful, sinful, sinful.” Since, after all, reproduction of the traditional kind never takes place outside of marriage.

(Actually, I can imagine some religious leaders liking that aspect of it, since it means no need for sex outside of marriage. It divorces, so to speak, sex from procreation.)

Israel’s chief Rabbi Yisrael Meir Lau noted that:

The moment medical science tries to take upon itself duties and areas which are not its responsibility, such as shortening life, cloning or creating life in an unnatural way, we must set down borders in order not to harm the basic belief that there is a creator of the universe in whose hands life and death are placed.

Well here, at least, is a tangential reference to something that I’m sure is a background worry in a number of these statements. The idea that “only God can create a tree” (or a baby) is under threat by scientists! Gads!

Read that again — we must not “harm the basic belief” that God is the creator and holds life and death in His hands. And that’s why we need anti-cloning laws. Sheesh.

Now, I have to admit, I’m with the radio commentator the other day who, tongue-in-cheek, noted that cloning would most likely be used by fabulously wealthy narcissists and presidents-for-life, just the sorts of folks who we don’t want to have reproduced. I think the mentality behind the folks who want to clone a child who has died is also a bit — unbalanced.

But, then, I have problems with a lot of folks reproducing “naturally” that I don’t feel it’s right to pass laws about. Heck, don’t even get me started about child-rearing practices.

Folks have been arguing against “‘Tain’t natural!” for eons, ever since someone suggested cooking a haunch of mastadon over a fire, or that cleaning out a wound, rather than leaving the natural dirt in it, might be a good thing. It doesn’t fly. It doesn’t work. It implies an arbitrary division between humanity and nature (are beaver dams natural?), it falsely elevates natural as good (tse-tse flies and sleeping sickness, anyone?), and it’s usually used only against things that people find uncomfortably new (such as cloning) instead of other “unnatural” things such as clothing, newspapers, and Coca-cola.

The djinn is out of the bottle, folks — or, at least, the bottle is being shaken vigorously to get it out. Better, from a religious point of view (or at least from mine) to elucidate some basic principles that make sense in the battle to regulate or restrict human cloning, than simply to wave “unnatural!” around. Use moral suasion to get folks to make the right choice, rather than robbing them of that choice.

Of all the moral evils out there in the world, certainly there are some causes more worthy of fighting against than human cloning (assuming that it is a moral evil).

Heh

A nice come-back to the dimbulbs who claim naming the second Ring movie something disturbingly close to “Twin Towers” is, in fact, hate speech. Idiots….

A nice come-back to the dimbulbs who claim naming the second Ring movie something disturbingly close to “Twin Towers” is, in fact, hate speech. Idiots.

What would you do with that kind of money?

Let’s say I’d won the Powerball lottery, $300MM. What would I do with that kind of money? Okay, let’s say that I decided on the lump sum, like the winner,…

Let’s say I’d won the Powerball lottery, $300MM. What would I do with that kind of money?

Okay, let’s say that I decided on the lump sum, like the winner, ending up with $112MM after taxes.

What would I do?

Yeesh.

Okay, so I’m set for life. I could spend a couple mil a year, straight out of principle, and probably not go broke in my lifetime.

That still doesn’t solve the problem.

Actually, at 4% interest, I’d be making $4.5MM a year. Woo-hoo!

Do I stay in my house? Hmmmmm … maybe not. A nice place in Cherry Hills Village or something is more likely. I don’t want to move out of the area.

Quit my job. I like what I do. But I could do more enjoyable things. Especially enjoyable things that didn’t involve getting up at 5 a.m.

Charitable contributions. But how much? And how can I say, “Hey, I could live on $1MM a year,” and not then give $3MM/year to the charities of my choice. And I know I’d have choices.

Travel. Lots of travel. At least until Kitten is in school.

Travel to California becomes easier. Limo service from the airport — or, maybe, just buy a car for out here, stationed at the airport of my choice. How much are charter flights?

College for Katherine is taken care of. And her kids. When do I cut her off, though? If she can indulge herself at will, when does she learn not to?

When do I learn not to?

I could write. I could have a room for writing.

I could do more gaming. That implies keeping my friends.

On the other hand, if I knew my friends needed money, how could I not give it to them? Especially if both of us knew I could afford it? How many houses and college educations could I afford to pay, both for family and friends? How many could I afford to not pay?

Hmmmm. Maybe keeping it a bit secret wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Don’t get me wrong — I think these are the sorts of problems and questions I’d love to face. But I can also understand why these sorts of sudden windfalls cause such problems.

Life might be simpler if I simply got enough to pay off the mortgage, maybe with enough so that we didn’t have to work or worry about college for Katherine. That would cause strains enough. The amount of money talked about above — it would be difficult to be the people we are.

Scary

If there’s one thing scarier than a lunatic totalitarian state full of starving peasants and a huge army, it’s the same state with nukes. The Amazing Karnak predicts a cruise…

If there’s one thing scarier than a lunatic totalitarian state full of starving peasants and a huge army, it’s the same state with nukes.

The Amazing Karnak predicts a cruise missile attack on North Korean nuclear sites in the not-too-distant future. Which will generate some interesting new problems, but will hopefully put a few others to rest for a while.

Because, remember, they’re our friends

Which doubtless is why we pander to the Saudis this way. There are no churches in Saudi Arabia. Public displays of Christian worship are unlawful and draw the attention of…

Which doubtless is why we pander to the Saudis this way.

There are no churches in Saudi Arabia. Public displays of Christian worship are unlawful and draw the attention of the Muttawa, government-paid agents who monitor religious deviationism. Customs officials confiscate materials considered offensive, such as Bibles.
Daniel Pipes, director of the Middle East Forum, recalls the restrictions on Christmas services imposed on the hundreds of thousands of American troops deployed in Saudi Arabia in preparation for Desert Storm in December 1990.
In an article in the current issue of The National Interest, Pipes says the Saudis decreed that Christmas services could be held, but only in places “where they would be invisible to the outside world, such as tents and mess halls.”

Not that the Saudis single out foreigners this way.

All citizens of Saudi Arabia must be Muslim. Conversion by a Muslim to another religion is considered apostasy and can be punishable by death. Christian missionaries are unwelcome.

Of course, the US doesn’t just single out Christianity in its make-nice to the House of Saud.

Christians lack religious freedom in Saudi Arabia, but Jews for the most part are denied entry. Timothy Hunter, a former U.S. diplomatic official assigned to Saudi Arabia in the 1990s, says State Department policy was to avoid sending Jewish employees to the kingdom under an agreement with the Saudis.
In a letter this past June, Hunter told Pipes that it was “the duty of the foreign service director of personnel to screen all Foreign Service officers applying for service in the KSA (Kingdom of Saudi Arabia) and to `tick’ Jewish officers’ names using the letter `J’ next to their names, so that selection panels would not select Jewish diplomats for service in Saudi Arabia.”

Imagine, if you will, if the Saudis were so adamant against blacks entering the country. Would we sit by and simply put a little “B” tick next to African-American diplomats?

Of course, if we’re doing thought exercises, one has to wonder what world (not to mention Saudi) reaction would be if the US banned mosques, confiscated all copies of the Koran, forbade Moslem missionaries, arrested and flogged citizens who were overtly Moslem, jailed or executed citizens who converted to Islam, and asked other nations to vet their diplomatic rolls so that Moslems were not sent here by their foreign ministries.

Gosh, we’d probably be accused of oppression, provocation, hate crimes, and crimes against humanity.

Fortunately, the Saudis are our friends, so we don’t have to say such mean thigns about them.