The sandpit

Very compelling time-lapse tilt-shift video of New York – taken in several locations over the course of a day. The detail is endless, both in the stationary and the moving elements. The harbor is impressive to watch, boats dancing on the water, helicopters coming and going like mosquitos.

Criticism now ‘attack’

I find this terrifically funny in light of this.

I’d comment further but feel there’s no need to – the silence of Lunaticmont speaks profoundly.

The conservatives are terrified of being likened to… *gasp* {{shudder}} …Boulder.

Horror

But this comment on the Times-Call says it all I think:

Civil Liberties and Freedom of Speech! I know who I won’t be voting for this coming election.
Longmont, 7/24/2009 10:04 AM

The Future will be Padded

This is the inaugural posting of GeekSpeak, a monthly snapshot of web technologies (existing and brand new) as well as advice on how they can benefit you as a netizen.

This month I’ll be discussing the new Apple iPad and my thoughts on it.

When I was growing up information came in only a few channels: word of mouth, print and broadcast (tv and radio). The “information superhighway” wasn’t even a rude trail in the forest yet.

By the time I graduated from college the internet had appeared along with some new information channels: websites, e-mail and chat rooms. Computers went from being rare curiosities to commonplace fixtures.

With the rise of the internet came the decline of newspapers and magazines, rudely shoved aside by news sites and a wave of web logs (blogs). Consumers of this “new media” insist on up-to-the-second information and use specialized monitoring programs (feed readers and aggregators) to watch scores of sites for any tidbits that might appear.

For content-hungry consumers the smartphone isn’t quite enough (too slow, too small) and a laptop is too much (too bulky, too heavy). Apple’s “Air” portable sought to address those issues with an ultra slim design and improved battery life but was just slightly wide of the mark. Users wanted something compact, fast enough for general use and light enough to take everywhere – and I mean everywhere – remember the shower radio?

Enter the iPad.

A tool for web browsing, email, video and data entry, the iPad is a LCD touchscreen with a proprietary Apple chip driving it. The iPad eschews ungainly hard disk drives, using compact chip-based “flash RAM” instead. The all-solid-state storage has some excellent advantages: size, higher efficiency (i.e. longer device battery life), superior durability (no head crashes) and fast read/write speed. The primary drawback is price – roughly 10x the price of hard disk storage – so the advantages come with a hefty price tag.

However, once past the wallet-clubbing troll you’re over the digital bridge into a world where all the major newspapers are literally at your fingertips. A tap opens a story, a pinch-open gesture enlarges and a hand-swipe pans or scrolls. Video and music are simple and fun. You can video conference with a friend while you’re riding the bus to work thanks to the device’s 4G network connection. In short, it’s lighter than a laptop, nearly as fast (faster in some cases) and big enough to read like a folded-up newspaper – and no ink stains!

Oh, did I mention e-books?

Apple’s online store lets users download music, e-books and video effortlessly. Hear of a great new novel on a website? A few taps, pinches and swipes and you’ve got it in your hand. Love the book? Drop the author a kudo via e-mail. Did I mention you’re still on the bus? Reach your destination, drop the iPad into your briefcase or messenger bag and it will sleep (power save) on its own, ready to jump back to  work when you pull it out at coffee time or lunch.

We may just be seeing the beginning of the end for paper-based content.

My only question is: where’s all the content for this brave new world coming from?

We’ll talk about that next time when I discuss blogging software and content management systems.

Till then, keep geekin!

Cake

From Lance Mannion hat tip to the Agonist:

A nation full of people trying to have their cake and eat it too

One lesson I learned growing up while watching Pop Mannion at work as our town supervisor is that a lot of people cannot make the connection between the taxes they hate to pay and the services they expect their town, state, and federal governments to provide.

As far as they were concerned, every penny they paid in taxes of any kind went either into the pockets of do-nothing politicians and bureaucrats or lazy bums living on welfare in New York City and other big and dangerous cities in the state and around the country.

You could hardly blame them for thinking the former.  The New York State Legislature was then (and is now) a comfortable hide-out for gangs of crooks and con artists who really did seem to think that taxpayers existed to be fleeced and the only reason we had a state government was to provide them and their families and friends with an easy living.

As for the latter, they just couldn’t be made to hear these questions let alone answer them: How did they think the streets got plowed and paved?  (The highway department crews did nothing but stand around leaning on their shovels all day, collecting time and a half for a quarter day’s work, you know.)  Why did the fire department bother to show up when they were called?  Who built and maintained the fighter jets at the nearby Air National Guard base and trained and paid the pilots protecting us from the damn Rooskies?  Did they think the teachers who taught their kids, the janitors that swept and mopped the classrooms, the bus drivers who got up at four in the morning in the worst sorts of weather to get the kids to school did it out of the goodness of their hearts?

Did they think all this came free?

Well, yeah, they did.

They didn’t know they thought this.  They’d even deny they thought this if you asked them that straight out.  But they did.  What they thought they thought was that they were paying too much for it and that other people weren’t paying enough or anything.

It is a bedrock belief of all anti-tax types that they themselves are the only people in the United States paying taxes.

What it came down to, though, is that they wanted their taxes cut to nothing without a single cut to the services they took for granted.

Most of them.  There were a few who’d have been happy to watch the town’s roads crumble, the schools shut their doors, and the fire department sell off its trucks rather than pay a nickel in taxes.  I almost admired these skinflints.  At least they understood how things worked.  They just didn’t care if things worked.

Another lesson I learned from Pop Mannion, though, was that politicians and government officials who try to explain the facts of life to disgruntled taxpayers are risking their jobs come the next election.

Americans do not want to hear that rather than being over-taxed they are laughably under-taxed relative to the amount and quality of government-provided services they expect as their due.

The loudest complainer about his taxes was very likely to be the first to call our house on a Saturday afternoon when Pop was supposed to be relaxing with us to scream about the giant pothole at the end of his driveway.

He did not want to hear that a crew wouldn’t be able to get to it until after the weekend because the town couldn’t afford to pay the overtime.

He certainly wouldn’t have wanted to hear Pop say that the town would be glad to call in some guys on their day off, fill up the gas tanks on the truck and the roller, and get right to work taking care of that pothole if Mr Angry Homeowner was willing to pick up the tab.

“That’s what I pay taxes for!” he’d have had every right to splutter.

By the way, this is where Libertarianism falls on its keister or I should say bottoms out—nobody’s going to pay out of his pocket every time a pothole on his street needs fixing.  (Dear Libertarian readers, I’m using potholes as a metaphor for all public services, so don’t try to use the minimal government argument on me.  Use it on the guy with the pothole at the end of his driveway.  Again, that’s a metaphor.)  Actually, I’ve never met a self-styled Libertarian who wasn’t a version of those disgruntled taxpayers.  They don’t really want the government to cut back on services.  They just want somebody else to pay for them.

image Now, I used the word keister up there because it’s a great Reaganesque word and it’s appropriate to bring up Ronald Reagan here because Reagan was the great proponent of the You Can Have Your Cake and Eat It philosophy of big government.  That’s Reagan’s legacy.  Lots of government spending at little or no cost.

Reagan liked to point out that there’s no such thing as a free lunch.  What he meant, though, was that there’s no such thing as a free lunch for other people.

For the rest of us, lunch was on the house and we got a free dessert too.

I’d like to blame Reagan for infecting the country with this foolishness, but it’s been a strain in American politics—and I mean both definitions of strain—since the get-go.  Reagan rose to office partly on that plank in his personal platform.  His legacy was giving the attitude a smile and an affable shrug with which to express itself instead of the irritable and nasty and skulking look it had formerly worn.

He made Scroogishness feel like a virtue and being Scrooge a pleasant and even admirable way to be.

But California’s Proposition 13, the first and still the most far-reaching and destructive declaration that the people have a right to have their cake and eat it too, had already been enacted two years before Reagan became President.

It’s been said that the Conservative plan is to turn the whole country into California, to have the middle class constantly denying itself necessary services while the rich laugh and cheerfully buy those services for themselves with what, for them, amounts to pocket change.

Which is what happened in California last year.  The state legislature finally came to grips with the state’s financial problems but the voters stopped them from doing what needed to be done.

And now something similar is happening here in New York.

Last night a crowd showed up at a local school board meeting to protest possible cuts in extracurricular activities:

What is school without music, yearbook, honor society or JV sports?

Those are among the extracurricular activities parents and students pleaded with the leaders of the Pine Bush School District to keep at Monday’s budget forum at Circleville Middle School.

With state aid set to be slashed by more than $5 million, and contractual obligations due to rise by about $4 million, the district must somehow meet the needs of the community and deal with the stark reality of some of the region’s highest proposed cuts.

New York State’s practically broke.  The Governor can’t raise taxes because the State Legislature won’t.  (Except on poor people who don’t vote in the form of more sin taxes.)  That leaves it up to the local school districts to make up for the shortfalls themselves.  To his credit, the school superintendent brought up the possibility and put it in stark, realistic terms:

“When you have less to spend you have to spend less or raise taxes,” Superintendent Phil Steinberg told the crowd of some 250. “It’s about making choices.”

The apparent response from the crowd was predictable.

But while hardly anyone could stomach the 18 percent tax hike or layoffs of some 100 school workers needed to keep the status quo, it was the possible cuts to extracurricular activities that drew the most heat on the cold night.

Basically, it sounds like people were saying, “What do taxes have to do with it?  We’re talking about my kid’s fun and future success!”

“If we cut music programs, how am I supposed to continue my life?” asked high school student Jacob Barkman, to ringing applause.

“And what about (getting into) college? Are we supposed to leave the extracurricular part blank?” asked high school student Marielle Darwin, to even louder applause.

If too many activities are cut, it wouldn’t just hurt the kids, many parents said. The cuts would devalue the district that spans three counties and is a magnet for folks moving up from New York City.

“And that would hurt property values,” said Mary Ann Anthony, who has two kids in Pine Bush schools.

OK, I don’t mean to sound like Slate’s Jacob Wiesberg here and call the entire American public childish and ignorant. I know I’m being unfair.  I’m sure there were many responsible and realistic people in that room.

But I’m just as sure that even among the responsible and realistic there were those who would rather let the yearbook go unpublished than give up their cable and use the money to pay the extra in taxes that would save it.

People came to the meeting with suggestions on how to pay for things the district was running out of money to pay for:

Hold fund-raisers, some said. Get tough with the unions and bus company, said others.

Perhaps those who can afford it can pay to play sports, a few parents suggested.

Darwin drew some of the loudest applause when she echoed suggestions made by two Town of Crawford officials: Students should pay to park at the high school.

“If we charge $35, we can raise $4,000,” she said.

Yep.  Bake sales will solve everything.

Now, what do these suggestions have in common, besides being completely inadequate to solving the problem and their usefulness as proof that a lot of people just have no idea how much things cost?

They are all plans for making somebody else pay for my services.

They are all various ways of saying, We can have our cake and eat it too, and by the way slices of said cake will be on sale for a dollar at half time, come on out and support the team.

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Before we progressives get too smug:

Last month, voters in Oregon did the responsible and realistic thing and agreed to raise taxes—on the rich.

Now, it’s true, the rich and the well-to-do do not pay their fair share in taxes and they are doing what they can to see that that they pay even less.  And a minimal increase in their marginal rates would go a long way towards digging the country out of its financial hole.  But the fact is that for the great majority of us the rich are other people and voting to raise their taxes while leaving ours alone is still voting to make other people pay for our services.

Meanwhile, the President is counting on the back-ended stimulus money to start kicking in this spring and help move us towards recovery, but the money from earlier is already running out and the same troubles it was used to forestall are going to return with a vengeance.

And while I’m hoping and praying the Democrats in Congress get it together to pass a useful jobs bill, I have to wonder how they plan to pay for it because there doesn’t even seem to be the will to roll back the Bush tax cuts for the rich, let alone raise taxes a dime on the middle class, and once again we’re talking about freezing spending without cutting any services.

To make matters worse, we have a vociferous and growing political party devoted to one single goal, Having Their Cake and Eating It Too. The tea partiers like to think of themselves as simply anti-tax.  But what they really are are anti-any government spending on other people and pro-making other people pay for their services.

Wilma Maria Dirks

Wilma Maria Dirks Jan 1, 1923 - Jan 28, 2010

Born in Italy on Jan. 1, 1923

Departed on Jan. 28, 2010 and resided in Longmont, CO.

Visitation: Sunday, Jan. 31, 2010
Service: Monday, Feb. 1, 2010
Reception: Monday, Feb. 1, 2010
Cemetery: Foothills Gardens of Memory

Wilma Maria Dirks died peacefully, surrounded by her family, on Thursday, January 28, 2010. Wilma was born on January 1, 1923 in Cividale del Friuli, Italy, to Giovanni and Angelina Caucigh. She had a happy childhood, survived the trauma of war, and fell in love with an American Master Sergeant, Fred H. Dirks, while he was stationed in Trieste, Italy. They married, lived on the Presidio in San Francisco, and eventually settled in Longmont, where they raised 6 children.

Wilma had a mischievous spirit, a love of life, and constantly taught her children and grandchildren what unconditional love is. Her house, which she lovingly kept, was frequently filled with family gatherings, great spaghetti, music, and laughter. Everyone who met Wilma loved her, because of her engaging, positive attitude, and her ability to always be true to herself. She worked hard at everything she did, including being a professional and very creative seamstress. She faced the challenges in her life––Fred Sr.’s passing in 1975, her diagnosis of Parkinson’s disease and Diabetes––with a determined and passionate energy. She was an inspiration and we miss her.

We are heartened knowing that she is now with Dad again. Mom is survived by her sisters, Ada Haire and Fermina Pease; Her children, Angella Dirks and her husband Ellwood Pickering, Isabella and Robert McCarthy, Daniela and John Peterson, Fred Dirks Jr., Marisa Dirks, and John Dirks; Her grandchildren, Liliana Dirks Goodman, April Peterson and fiancé Chris Hennig, Bailie Peterson and husband Oliver Uhlig, Elisa McCarthy, Caitlin Peterson and Erin McCarthy. Wilma is also survived by her nieces and nephews.

Visitation will be Sunday, January 31 from 5:00 until 6:00 p.m., followed by a Rosary at 6:30 p.m. at Howe Mortuary Chapel. Mass at 10:30 on Monday, February 1 at St. John The Baptist Catholic Church. Burial at Foothills Gardens of Memory, Longmont, CO. A reception will be held at Howe Mortuary Event Room following the burial. Memorial contributions may be made to:

The American Parkinson Disease Association
135 Parkinson Avenue
Staten Island, NY 10305.

A bad idea

Word from Winkler

A bad idea

By Jim Winkler, General Secretary, General Board of Church & Society

I confess that I have never thought of a corporation as a human being. It has never made any sense to me to consider the notion that God created General Motors or Wal-Mart or Goldman Sachs or Smith & Wesson in God’s image. Yet, the Supreme Court of the United States ruled 5-4 last month that corporations are akin to individual people. The court ruled corporations should therefore have the right to spend as much money as they want to influence elections.

From past experience we know this is a bad idea. In the late 19th century, corporations virtually owned the U.S. Congress. It was no secret. They paid for and arranged the election of many members of Congress and, in return, they expected those representatives and senators to vote as they were directed.

From past experience we know this is a bad idea.

This permitted corporations to create monopolies and oligopolies. The sugar trust, the copper trust, the steel trust and other collusive arrangements existed. Regulations were evaded. Pollution and poisons killed countless numbers of people.

The power of money remains far too influential on Capitol Hill to this day. It is not difficult at all to trace corporate contributions to members of Congress to their voting records. Follow the money trail and you will see that our elected officials are all too beholden to the power of money.

The prophet Amos spoke against those merchants who “sell the righteous for silver and the needy for a pair of sandals.” Psalm 15 defines upright persons as those who “…stand by their oath even to their hurt … and do not take a bribe against the innocent.”

If politicians are to focus on the well-being of the people and the nation, they must be able to depend on public financing that would take government away from special interests and return it to the people.

Money, you see, equals free speech.

The Supreme Court has already ruled that individuals can spend as much as they want on their own political campaigns. Money, you see, equals free speech.

That reminds me of the old story from West Virginia when the billionaire John D. Rockefeller IV ran for the U.S. Senate against Gov. Arch Moore. A popular bumper sticker read, “Make him spend it all, Arch.”

The rich and powerful always concoct reasons why they should have prerogatives not available to others. Kings argue they have a divine right to do what they want. The wealthy would have us believe that through their beneficence riches will “trickle down” eventually to the poor.

The Supreme Court decision defies common sense.

The Supreme Court decision defies common sense. In his dissent, Justice John Paul Stevens pointed out that corporations are not people. Corporations should not be permitted to spend whatever money they want to influence elections. Neither should individuals or interest groups. We need elections to be played on an level field.

The United Methodist Church has long supported campaign finance reform. Our highest policy-making body, the General Conference has been calling for campaign finance reform since 1996. It approved a resolution in 2008 that specifically calls for strengthening campaign finance reform laws. The resolution, “Pathways to Economic Justice,” calls for laws “that prevent corporations and special interest groups from dominating elections and the legislative process.”

Our denomination’s efforts to fight the power of predatory gambling, alcohol and tobacco interests have long been thwarted by the fantastic sums of money those enterprises pour into the campaign coffers of politicians.

Fortunately, although they are treated as individuals, corporations don’t vote. We do. Politicians know that. We have to encourage them to do the right thing. Right now, that means contacting them in support of the “Fair Elections Now Act” (S. 752 and H.R. 1826). The Supreme Court has made an egregious error in its ruling. It is crucial to encourage your members of Congress to rectify that error through strengthening laws that will level the playing field for all of us.


Editor’s note: More than 200 faith leaders representing diverse religions sent a letter to House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif., this week urging passage of the Fair Elections Now Act.” You can read about their effort in this issue of Faith in Action, at “Pass Fair Elections Now Act”. Date: 2/5/2010

Taba

Taba at age 4 – click to enlarge

My coworker Marc’s dog that he brings to the office frequently.

I love Taba and the feeling’s mutual*.

When she was adopted her given name was ‘Tabatha‘ which is too long for a dog’s name (three syllables makes it a bit hard for them to learn – or so Marc says) so Marc chose to shorten her name to ‘Taba,’ which also had roots in the name of a beach town he went to during the three years he lived in Santiago, Chile, called ‘El Tabo‘ – but since Taba was a girl, it became ‘La Taba.’

She’s a delightfully sweet Labrador Retriever/Border Collie mix, full of energy and joy. When Marc arrives at the office in the morning she literally careens up the stairs and into my office barking and bouncing around – obviously overjoyed to see me.

How can you not love that?

A mutual friend to all above, E. Johnston of Lizzardbrand, Inc. did this great pet portrait:



Taba



(click image to enlarge)


* It’s also just vaguely possible that the box of biscuits in my desk drawer has a little something to do with it but I indulge myself in the conceit that it’s me she loves.