Author Archives: M. Douglas Wray
Late but still welcome
Nanoparticles to destroy cancer cells. Report says it works perfectly.
How many more people will have to die of cancer before this cure is perfected?
Oren
Wonderful moment near the very end when the woman opens her eyes. Stunning since they were closed the entire video.
Gorgeous, clever and engrossing stop motion.
Hat tip to Bifurcated Rivets
Death Star Watermelon
photo by Joe Stump
photo by Silverisdead
Death Star Watermelon, created by Noel Dickover at Social Web Foo Camp 2009.
See Also: Death Star Cantaloupe by Evil Mad Scientist Laboratories
via Craft Magazine
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Pinprick art
Link Wray
Fascinating Wikipedia article on another famous Wray.
Steve Austin Lives
Solar Powered Augmented Reality Contact Lenses
ByronScott writes “Want eyesight that could put your neighborhood cyborg to shame? Well, University of Washington professor Babak Amir Parviz and his students are working on solar powered contact lenses embedded with hundreds of semitransparent LEDs, letting wearers experience augmented reality right through their eyes. If their research proves successful, the applications — from health monitoring to gameplay to just plain bionic sight -could be endless.”
Read more of this story at Slashdot.
37Signals Rework
Joe Fuentes 1945 – 2010
Geekspeak March 2010
How I learned to stop worrying and love writing on the web
All my life I’ve kept journals ― at first loose pages in a three-ring binder (remember THOSE?), which led to spiral-bound notebooks, hard-bound journals and finally as electronic files. Once I made the jump to the computer I thought, “Great! Now I’m really saving time and space.” But the further I got down the digital path, the more I realized I’d traded one set of limitations for another. Paper has a lovely random-access nature to it. You can leaf through a book and find an entry quickly, but not so with digital files. Folders of word-processor files are overwhelming and I didn’t dare keep it all as one big file. One mistake and I’d lose everything! So… what to do? About that point I started working on the web and fell in love with HTML and hyperlinked text. Now I was cookin’! Off I went building websites, linking pages and cranking out tons of content. Ultimately, I found the biggest obstacle to finding things was navigating to them. My navigation schemes got more powerful but were harder to maintain. There had to be a better way. That way turned out to be Web Content Management Systems (WCMS).
What’s a WCMS?
It’s a system for organizing information on the web by applying a navigation scheme/appearance to it. The navigation scheme/appearance is called a ‘theme’ and can be changed, essentially redesigning the site. The core of the WCMS is expandable via software plug-ins that add new features or change the behavior of core features.
What’s a blog?
First, it’s a neologism and a portmanteau word created from “web log,” which is a system of posting material organized by date and subject category. Readers are generally allowed to leave comments and some sites moderate user remarks while others just allow everything but investigate reports of bad behavior. So blogs now are very common and have spawned other forms of social media such as Facebook. There’s a lot of CMS systems out there – the ones that I considered using were Drupal, Joomla, MoveableType and WordPress.
Who needs a WCMS or a blog?
First, a brief overview: WCMSes create both pages and posts. The pages are what most people consider the website and there are parent and child pages, so information can be organized by the user rather than by date and category. So pages are the part of the site that’s more-or-less static and has fixed relationships, while the regular articles/announcements/etc in categories are the blog posts. CUAlum.org has blog postings in these categories:
- e-news
- surveys
- CU Voices
- CU Memories
- Click and Drag
- Geekspeak (you’re soaking in it!)
- our photo Galleries
- Buffalum Notes
Posts enable, for example, your company’s event team to announce upcoming events, the communications team to publish their newsletter, the travel group to publish their upcoming trips and so on. It’s just dated material in categories. All these groups can enter new posts or update their information pages at the same time. It’s all done through the web. You surf to a page, enter credentials and step behind the curtain where you can edit the site’s content or appearance. Heady stuff.
RSS – Really Simple Syndication
One of the features of WCMSes is RSS. Sorry for the series of sequential sibilants. It’s for a website that has an audience (however small!) that wants to know when there’s something new to read. E-mail was the usual way until some bright person thought up aggregation and suggested that site operators have their CMSes produce a file ― the RSS file ― containing a standard list of the latest posts in their blogs. Then browsers like Firefox and aggregating programs can collect new post listings, alerting the faithful that the Wall Street Journal has a new article or their favorite cartoon superhero has a new adventure. It’s more of a user pull method than a provider push using e-mail. You get the news faster and have the ability to monitor many news sources at once. It’s created a whole new breed of netizen: the news junkie. So if a friend tells you about a great new way to get your news, beware. You may be on the road to news addiction! Here’s a little taste of RSS to help you get hooked started:
- CU-Boulder Alumni Association
- Coloradan – CU-Boulder Alumni Magazine
- News Center at the University of Colorado
- CU Sports News
Note, you might want to investigate an RSS ‘aggregator’ like NetNewsWire for the Apple Macintosh or FeedDemon for IBM-PC. While your browser can aggregate RSS feeds, these programs provide some great features. I encourage you to check them out. So, ’til next time, keep your passwords obscure and your cache files clean when I’ll be talking about webcams. Doug Wray is the webmaster for the CU-Boulder Alumni Association.
DOF
Lovely little interactive ActionScript. This person is available for freelance and he looks worth it.
Documerica
DOCUMERICA Project by the Environmental Protection Agency
From the National Archives.
Outstanding collection.
The Real American Emergency
by Mary Pitt
While our president is involved in dealing with the many emergencies in which our nation is now foundering, he fails to see the most urgent one.
The dead numbered 137,000 per year through the years of 2000 to 2006, according to the Institute of Medicine of the National Academy of Science and, as the depression continues to worsen, the numers will climb even higher on an annual basis. The problem? Simply a lack of health insurance and the inabilty to obtain the needed care on an individual basis!
Granted, these people are the working poor and, thus, are “The Others”. We all know who “The Others” are. They are the people who are not in “our neighborhood”, the unseen people who keep our streets, our clothing, and our children clean, who cook and serve our food, who do the myriad of tasks that we are too busy to do or too comfortable to do for ourselves. They people our back rooms, out of sight, except on the streets where we hardly notice their presence.
They are not the elderly because the elderly have, at least, Medicare with which to maintain their simple lives. The people who are dying for want of care are not the young, healthy people but those who continue to work hard, working through the pains of incipient illnesses such as diabetes and cancer because they have neither the time nor the money to seek medical care.
Suggesting that they should carry private-pay insurance is futile because they simply do not have the funds to pay up to $15,000 per year that would be necessary for a family policy and the idea of fining them for not doing so would also result in further health problems with their undernourished and, possibly, homeless children. We proclaim our care for children by passing the S-CHIP legislation which will allow them medical care but their empty bellies receive nothing but good wishes if their parents work too hard and earn too little to provide them an adequate diet. The dental and eye care provided for them are rudimentary and all medical appointments of any kind necessitate a cash co-payment.
Even before the onset of the “recession”, bankruptcies due to medical expenses were a ballooning problem not necessarily caused by the lack of insurance but by the deductibles and co-payments that those policies require. An elderly person in the United States must live on about $1200 per month, less the deductions for premiums for Medicare Parts B and D which combined total well over $100 per month. From the remaining $1,000 dollars or so, these people are required to pay an additional deductible for their medications, for each doctor’s appointment, and for necessary hospitalizations.
In addition, they face the feared “donut hole” which causes them to end each year with the problem of whether to buy the medication upon which their very lives depend or to pay for their rent, utilities, and food. At this level of Social Secureity, there are few states which allow them assistance from Medicaid.
Every elderly person lives with the fear that they will have a “dizzy spell” or a minor fall which will prompt some kind-hearted person to transport them to an emergency room where a caring physician may decide to keep them overnight for “observation”. Upon release from the hospital the next day, they know they will be burdened with a bill, which they must pay, in excess of $2,000 after Medicare.. (This would be another two months’ Social Security allowance that must be taken from theiir necessary expenses.) Hard as they may try and regardless of their own desire to avoid it, bankruptcy and total devastation looms as an inevitability.
There are those who are obsessed with the possibility that single-payer medical insurance will cause an increase in taxes. However, if they were to add to their annual tax bill the amounts that they now pay for insurance premiums on a private basis, they would realize that the question should be given further consideration. The government already pays 60% of the health care bills in this country while there are many with no coverage at all. If the amounts that are paid to private insurance plans were added to this amount, there would be little or no tax increase to provide complete coverage to all the rest. In addition, the employers who have been paying for medical insurance might be amenable to increasing wages and improving the amounts in the paycheks.
Rather than the “competition” which has been touted as a way to cut the cost of medical insurance, the companies are in contstant negotiations as first one company and then another embarks on a plan of conquest They buy up or take over smaller companies. It would not be much of an exaggeration to compare the insurance situation with that of the nation’s major banks, and for the same reason. The point of the endeavor is to create a monoply wherein one or two major corporations control health care and can name their own price.
However, a single-payer plan could roll together the amounts presently spent in Federally-funded health care along with the subsidies reserved for those providing Medicare Part D, the amount paid for private insurance premiums, and 30% charged out by those companies for administrative salaries, advertising, and profits, there would be a net increase in available funds of some 350 billion dollars per year to apply toward services for the uninsured. Any actual increases in taxation beyond rolling in the money now spent on insurance premiums would not be a great burden but would literally save the lives of many Americans and create the healthy citizenry that will be required in the rebuilding of our nation. As regular examinations, preventive care, and early diagnoses are available, the cost would go down over the years, relieving the taxpayers of much of their burden.
If the President would verify these facts through the Washington number-crunchers and convince the Democrats in Congress, the answer would truly be a “no-brainer”. The question would arise as to the effect on the economy of the loss to the insurance companies. Then, as now, they could contract with the government to administer this Federal program in order to mitigate their losses. However, keeping the current system to protect the private insurance industry can only duplicate the results of the “too big to fail” bank bailouts. If they have become so greedy that they must continue to fatten their pockets with the life-blood of the people of America, perhaps their “failure” would benefit the future of America.
Much has been said and written about “the polls” which show a loss of support for the “health reform” effort in Congress. This is far from that which the people envisioned when they turned out in record numbers to assure the election of Barack Obama. It was begun timidly and fought blindly by the opposition who were not yet recovered from their Rovian trance of “every man for himself”. They recite by rote the right to “own your own insurance policy” when, in fact, they know that they are only renting them for so long as they pay the ever-increasing premiums and don’t have a serious illness.
We can only urge President Obama to “get real” and prepare to proclaim this National Emergency and to exercise his executive powers much as President Bush did to deal with the National Emergency in his time. This crisis is every bit as serious as that faced by the nation in the aftermath of September 11, 2001. It must be treated as seriously before many more people die as the result of it.
This writer is eighty years old and has spent a half century working with handicapped and deprived people and advocating on their behalf while caring for her own workung-class family. She spends her “Sunset Years” in writing and struggling with The System.
Harmony
Captivating little HTML5 drawing app by Ricardo Cabello. Works swell on the iPhone too. (Via Federico Viticci.)
Descendants
“Descendants”, a beautiful CG animated film by Heiko van der Scherm, featuring the voice of Whoopi Goldberg.
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Chainsaw error
Looper
Don’t Whiz
Reading this story:
Wash. man electrocuted by urinating on power line (courtesy of Drudge Retort)
I was reminded of a song from Ren and Stimpy (“Don’t Whiz on the Electric Fence”)
and the last line in the story tells me why there wasn’t a photo:
Pimentel says there will be an autopsy but burn marks indicated the way the electricity traveled through Messenger’s body.
owie
Death Chemistry
From Bifurcated Rivets and orginally from Corante:
Things I Won’t Work With: Dioxygen Difluoride
Posted by Derek
The latest addition to the long list of chemicals that I never hope to encounter takes us back to the wonderful world of fluorine chemistry. I’m always struck by how much work has taken place in that field, how long ago some of it was first done, and how many violently hideous compounds have been carefully studied. Here’s how the experimental prep of today’s fragrant breath of spring starts:
The heater was warmed to approximately 700C. The heater block glowed a dull red color, observable with room lights turned off. The ballast tank was filled to 300 torr with oxygen, and fluorine was added until the total pressure was 901 torr. . .
And yes, what happens next is just what you think happens: you run a mixture of oxygen and fluorine through a 700-degree-heating block. “Oh, no you don’t,” is the common reaction of most chemists to that proposal, “. . .not unless I’m at least a mile away, two miles if I’m downwind.” This, folks, is the bracingly direct route to preparing dioxygen difluoride, often referred to in the literature by its evocative formula of FOOF.
Well, “often” is sort of a relative term. Most of the references to this stuff are clearly from groups who’ve just been thinking about it, not making it. Rarely does an abstract that mentions density function theory ever lead to a paper featuring machine-shop diagrams, and so it is here. Once you strip away all the “calculated geometry of. . .” underbrush from the reference list, you’re left with a much smaller core of experimental papers.
And a hard core it is! This stuff was first prepared in Germany in 1932 by Ruff and Menzel, who must have been likely lads indeed, because it’s not like people didn’t respect fluorine back then. No, elemental fluorine has commanded respect since well before anyone managed to isolate it, a process that took a good fifty years to work out in the 1800s. (The list of people who were blown up or poisoned while trying to do so is impressive). And that’s at room temperature. At seven hundred freaking degrees, fluorine starts to dissociate into monoatomic radicals, thereby losing its gentle and forgiving nature. But that’s how you get it to react with oxygen to make a product that’s worse in pretty much every way.
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Holy shit. Read this. Here’s an excerpt:
Children starve and die while we make these horrors? I lose hope for mankind.
To Marilyn: March 2, 2010
Hi Hon,
It’s been nearly a year since you left and sometimes I miss you terribly. I know you’re walking with Jesus now and no longer in constant pain – for that I give thanks. But I keep stumbling across little pieces of our life together and the returning memory of your loss shreds this fragile fabric of my life that I’m reweaving.
You still haunt me in my quiet moments, moments you would fill with your voice: talking, laughing, singing. I miss hearing you snore at night. When your favorite of our two cats comes to stand on my chest in the night I can see in her eyes she misses you. And I can’t do a damn thing about it. That knowledge tears open the wound in my heart and I lay there in the dark weeping like a child, futilely wishing I could turn back the hands of time.
I’ve found someone new to love, who loves me as well – and who also lost her first love suddenly. I know you wanted me to go on and be happy in the remainder of my life and I’m trying to honor that. She knows all about you – I think you even met her a couple of times because we used to shop where she worked – that’s how I met her.
I love you baby. I feel so bad I couldn’t save you. I feel bad that you went through chemo, even though we’d talked about it and you swore you wouldn’t – so I know you did it for me. And worst of all, after all the pain, the injections, the scans and feeling miserable it came to naught. Most of all that hurts the worst – that you almost made it back but then were snatched away. The hope that proved false was such a blow to you. And yet you faced the end with courage and dignity. You made all your arrangements quietly, not telling me the awful truth because you knew it would shatter me.
I want you to know that our dear friends all rallied to help me, God bless them every single one. They were like lighthouses on the shore, guiding me away from the rocks and showing me the way back to some semblance of a life.
They knew what losing you meant to me and they’ve all been incredibly supportive of my new partner so that we’re hopeful life will return to some kind of normalcy.
So I keep walking across the ice, trying to avoid the cracks that hurl me into the icy water and leave me gasping in pain.
I’m sure you’re looking down at me just now and I hope you’re proud of me.
I miss you baby. 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
Mac Beep
Bad Apple
Hat tip to Pink Tentacle (which has excellent background on this video)
Marilyn Loves Margs
Fart Facts
Special south-to-north-of-the-border America to Canada hat tip to
for
Read about the dreaded ‘mud butt’
New Trekkies
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!
Vancouver City
Fantastic. Available in 1080P fullscreen at YouTube.
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.
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.
The Budget
Here’s a nifty interactive graph showing how the money’s allocated.
Less
Less – if you use CSS for design, check it out.
Wilma Maria Dirks
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.
If I only…
…had a brain.
See Wendy’s Wizard of Oz site for complete lyrics and sing along!
Interesting MIDI rendition… and lots of other fascinating stuff.
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
Eric Schwartz, Aug 21
If you haven’t seen this you should. It’s hilarious.
He’s a musical satirist and he’s coming to CO on Aug 21st – he’ll be at the Aspen Meadows House Concerts in Nederland.
Eric Schwartz’ website
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:
(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.
Absurd Signs
Great web app to make your own absurd signs – help lampoon the Westboro loons!
Absurd Sign Generator at ‘GodHatesSigns.com
Smellements
Oh ba-bee
Killer funny animation. Long, too. Hat tip to Bifurcated Rivets.
Top Left Pixel
Sam Javanrouh still has it. Incredible photography and LOTS of it.
Free disrespect
I was going to write, this will do nicely.
Carson sings
Holy crap. SO good. Watch. NOW.
BIG hat tip to Todd Lockwood.
Further Away
Long ago, like yesterday
she warned me
“You’ll miss me
when I’m gone”
Now the grief lies frozen
beneath my feet
till something breaks it
and casts me in
All the strength I took from her
washes away in a moment
the icy knowledge crashing in
that I will hear her no more
Small silences loom large
stopping my voice
the silence bursting with absence
of a love that defined my life
The days pass
the sun keeps rising
the ice seems thicker
and safer to walk across
The pain stays the same
fewer cracks in the ice
the truth still beneath my feet
just a little further away.
MDW 11/98
For Marilyn
on the loss of her mother
Withholding
The Word from Winkler – News and Views from the United Methodist Board of Church and Society. – Word from Winkler
Withholding food
My grandmother was not a highly educated woman, but she told me as a small child to quit feeding stray animals. You know why? Because they breed. You’re facilitating the problem if you give an animal or a person ample food supply. They will reproduce, especially ones that don’t think too much further than that. And so what you’ve got to do is you’ve got to curtail that type of behavior. They don’t know any better.”—South Carolina Lt. Gov. Andre Bauer (R) (The Greenville News, Jan. 25)
I prefer to think of impoverished people as sacred children of God. I read this stunningly uncharitable and unChristian statement several days after reading a posting on a United Methodist Web site that counseled people how and why not to give money to poor people who may approach on the street.
Surely, these are not among those he wants to stop feeding.
In Lt. Gov. Bauer’s own state, 58% of South Carolina school children participate in the free or reduced-price lunch program. Surely, these are not among those he wants to stop feeding.
One of The United Methodist Church’s focus areas is ministry with the poor. Many of our congregations support ministries for impoverished people. I doubt any of them withhold food in order to hold down the population, though.
When times get tough economically, some people always search for a reason to punish the poor. Years ago, the Reagan administration attempted unsuccessfully to classify packets of ketchup as vegetables in an effort to reduce school lunches for impoverished children.
The unfortunate news just arrived that President Obama intends in his “State of the Union” address to recommend no additional money be given to programs that help impoverished people. He’s also squeezing money to education, health and human services, housing and urban development, agriculture, environmental protection, national parks, nutrition and other non-defense spending.
At a time of great need, those in need will have to do without.
The military machine, as always, will be fed. Wars must go on. The merchants of death must receive their due. Regretfully, there will be scant opposition in Congress to the continually growing military budget. Anyone who questions money for war risks being portrayed as soft on terrorism, a charge that frightens many elected officials.
Lt. Gov. Bauer tried to clarify his faux pas by stating he just wants to end the “culture of dependency.” Me, too: I want to see an end to our dependency on military spending and violent solutions to solve problems.
Money spent on nutrition, education, and health and human needs is a wise use of our resources. Well-fed and well-cared for children and adults are more productive and valuable to society. Let’s care for all of God’s creatures.
Date: 1/27/2010
©2010
Daren Gray
Screamingly funny twist on Casey at the Bat.
From the comments at Wired.com’s live coverage of the Apple event
“Jobs at the Bat”
by Daren Gray
(as largely thefted from Ernest Lawrence Thayer)
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The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for the older tech that day:
The score stood ten to one against, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Kindle died at first, and Nook did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Jobs could get but a whack at that -
We’d put up even money now, and possibly our cat.
.
But first some stuff about that phone, and more of AT&T
And the former was a lulu and the latter an atrocity;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Jobs getting out of that.
.
But soon the music swelled and to the wonderment of all,
To ringing chords of Coldplay came Jobs into the hall
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jobs upon the stage, and Ballmer flipped him the bird.
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Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the building, it rattled down at Dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Jobs, mighty Jobs, was advancing to the… WHAT THE F*** IS THAT?!
.
There was ease in Jobs’ manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Jobs’ bearing and a smile on Jobs’ face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lofted high the gizmo,
No fanboy in the crowd could hold their ever-building jizzmo.
.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with balm;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped it on his palm.
Then while the writhing members ground their hands into their hips,
Defiance gleamed in Jobs’ eye, a sneer curled Jobs’ lips.
.
And now his withered old man finger came whizzing cross the screen,
And Jobs stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur keen.
Close by the sturdy CEO the clock unheeded sped -
”That ain’t my style,” said Jobs. “Strike one,” a critic said.
.
From the aisles, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the blasphemer!” shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they’d a-killed him had not Jobs raised his hand.
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With a smile of Christian charity great Jobs’ visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the show go on;
He signaled to the projector, and once more the hype did flew;
But Jobs still ignored it, and the critic said, “Strike two.”
.
“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Jobs and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Jobs wouldn’t let that moment pass again.
.
The sneer is gone from Jobs’ lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence the tablet on his pate.
And now the critic holds his tongue, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Jobs’ blow.
.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children tweet;
There is no joy in Redmond, but, MAN… this tablet’s sweet!
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Posted by: daren_gray | 01/27/10 | 2:13 am
Rocky’s 95
Rocky Mountain National Park celebrated it’s 95th anniversary today.
Marilyn and I loved the Park. I still do.
Dropped Food
Unleash
Russians
Russian hackers again…
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