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Thursday
I am making a standing suggestion that any friends who bear male children in the year 2001 consider naming the child Hal. All the cards at the baby shower will say, "Something wonderful is going to happen."

The link of the day is to an online karaoke machine. Go ahead, you know you want to. I myself just spent a lovely evening entertaining la compañera y su hija with a variety of classics, until little Iris covered her ears with joy.


Wednesday
Ok, here's one for the Bobbers: Dirty Old Man's Association International. Ahem. These are actually pretty nicely done naughty pictures, as they go. Not nearly as much style as RetroRaunch, though. And tasteful is not necessarily what one is after with that sort of thing, I grant you.

Hunter Thompson on the election (& some nonsense about football). Excerpt:
George W. Bush is our President now, and you better start getting used to it. He didn't actually steal the White House from Al Gore, he just brutally wrestled it away from him in the darkness of one swampy Florida night. He got mugged, and the local Cops don't give a damn.

Where did Gore think he was -- in some friendly Civics class? Hell no, he was in Florida, arguably the most Vicious & Corrupt state in the Union.

Ahh, there's nothing like a shot of Hunter Thompson to clear your head.

A nice, scientific summary of the mitochondrial Eve story from the last month in the Nerve.

Favorite Pound poem, with notes.



Tuesday
Stranger than fiction. With the re-release of The Exorcist--the scariest movie ever made, for my money--comes a corresponding rise in exorcisms being performed by the Catholic Church, as reported in the NYT. This should not be surprising--reports of kidnappings and sexual crimes perpetrated by Satanic cults followed the release of Rosemary's Baby, and reports of aliens resembling brainy, pre-pubescent boys with cat eyes began to proliferate following, first, the release of the film, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and then the publication of horror novelist Whitley Streiber's "memoir" of having been abducted and studied by the little critters. Not that people consciously model their delusions on these media events, for the most part. That sort of thing has to be chalked up to the zeitgeist, the same way that particular names blanket infants being born in any given period of time, producing waves of Dylans, and Brandons, and Jennifers. The conviction that you are an individual who makes his or her own choices is mostly an illusion. You are an animal first: a social animal whose behavior is in some ways inseparable from the movements of your tribe. Second, you are the product of a period in history, your deepest convictions tied in some immeasurable degree to the biases of your time and place on earth. Last of all, you have a small spark of free will, the light and heat from which you generally waste trying to decide which microbrew you want to try this weekend and whether or not to leave the room in order to fart.

By the way, be sure to read Rodney Rothman's piece in the Nov. 27th New Yorker, "My Fake Job." Very, very funny.

Electronic online text of Nabakov's Lolita (courtesy of Robot Wisdom).

Molly Ivins, sane and wry.

Good reference portal, courtesy of Drudge.

Monday

Tuesday
Another curmudgeonly provocateur takes a swipe at postmodern culture in American Outlook magazine. The author, Arthur Pontynen, argues that we must reject "scientism" and "emotivism" as ways of trying to understand the world. Scientism, the desire to see the world in terms of facts and explanations, is inadequate, he insists:
The same is true of emotivism, the currently widespread notion that all value judgments are matters of personal feeling or opinion. If emotivism is true, then anything I want is good, and anything I do not want is bad. But if good and bad are subjective, everybody’s ideas of good will soon conflict with everyone else’s—which is exactly what has happened as this idea has spread. Therefore, to avoid chaos we must assume that human nature is good or at least perfectible. This assumption, however, itself presents a serious problem: How can we recognize a good will, or perfect human nature, if goodness and perfectibility are subjective? Postmodernist thinkers have yet to find an answer to this, and the result is a culture of increasingly narcissistic self-gratification.

I am always half enraptured and half bemused by this sort of argument. I'm with him on emotivism, though. Hard to fling that as an insult in an argument, however--"You whiny emotivists make me sick." But without postmodernism, there would be place in the world for blogs.

Oi. What with Thanksgiving and all tumbling down onto our heads, not sure if I'll be able to get this site updated over the next couple of days. We'll see. Remember, dear readers (if I have any) to send me your links, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, so I can post it.

Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant: "Face Warp" of Gore and Bush (thanks to scott)


Monday
If you've tried to post in the past couple of days, you noticed that the Blogger servers continue to have trouble, presumably in the wake of the New Yorker piece and the accompanying upsurge in membership. Be patient. You can always post, then publish later.

Weather news: yesterday saw two inches of snow fall on Durham, North Carolina. Beautiful to watch it come down, although as of this morning it is mostly gone. We southern boys don't often see snow before Thanksgiving.

Link: National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) Photo Library, which actually includes, in addition to photos, a lot of old drawings, etchings, etc., on fish and fishing from the 1880s. Very cool, and includes a really lovely sketch of a seahorse.

Watching: The Terminator on DVD. Iconic as he may be, Schwarzenegger just sucks. I'm sorry. Or maybe I should blame James Cameron. Titanic was Terminator for girls. The night before, we watched The Perfect Storm, which was perfectly awful. Except for the giant wave at the end. That was impressive, but only for about 30 seconds.
Listening to: Blood and Chocolate, which is possibly my favorite Elvis Costello album.
Reading: The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner, by Alan Sillitoe.
Running: 4.2 mile cross-country race on Saturday. 13 yesterday on trails. 5 today (later).
Looking for: An effective mousetrap, preferably one that either keeps them alive or kills them quickly. Suggestions?

Saturday
Links of the Day
Mike's new UK magazine The Standard Europe
Whirlagirl's employer, Uplister. She compiled a thoughtful songlist for me called "Stephen Says", which you have to download the software to listen to. The actual list of songs, however, appears below, along with her comments (my responses have been added):

Stephen says....by Pollywog
My friend Stephen is a rather opinionated fellow when it comes to music and has frequently commented about my musical tastes or lack thereof....the following are some of the songs we've mixed it up over.

For the record, I think you have terrific musical taste. Generally.

Genre: Various Theme: Educational
Mood: Lost Length: 6 tracks
1. Biscuit by Portishead
When I first heard Portishead 4 years ago, I revealed to Stephen that I had never heard them before....Stephen said (with horror) "I cannot imagine living the last 3 years without Portishead."

Actually, I think I said, "I cannot imagine the 90s without Portishead." This was in 1996, I think. Which was true.

2. Absolutely Cuckoo by The Magnetic Fields
Stephen banished himself back to Atlanta for various reasons shortly before "69 Love Songs" came out. He called me one Sunday and said "you know that new Stephen Merrit CD? - that is my life."

I am not alone in having spent a small part of my life staying in a gloomy hotel run by Stephin Merrit. It's nice. You stay in bed all day and listen to noises in the other rooms.

3. Oh Comely by Neutral Milk Hotel
Both Stephen and I have a thing for songs like this - that build into an emotional crescendo. Plus, the title reminds me strangely of a "puffy" shirt that Stephen owns.

Used to own. A long time ago.

4. I've Found A New Baby by Squirrel Nut Zippers
Supposedly Stephen knew Catherine, the lead singer in SNZ's - whether he did or not, he confessed he had a bit of a crush on her.

Sort of knew her and sort of had crush on her. Now that I am back in North Carolina, and my compañera sort of knows her, I no longer have a crush on her. But what a voice, eh?.

5. All This Useless Beauty by Elvis Costello/Attractions When I first moved to SF, Stephen would housesit my old cat and my bachelorette pad in the city. Frequently my CD's disappeared a visit of his. I bought this CD, heard it once and then never saw it again.

First of all, thanks for letting me stay in your place. I readily concede that a few things--cookies, for instance--disappeared from your pad never to be seen again. Fair recompense for housesitting. The CD in question, however, was returned. I bought myself a new copy. Look in that big-ass drawer full of CDs in your apartment and you will find it. Unless you lent it to someone else. By the way, I had sex in your bed.

6. Clouds by American Music Club I believe I actually introduced Stephen to AMC and Mark Eitzel. I think I'll take responsibility for that! Anyway, we once saw him at Fort Mason - it was a miserable rainy night and Stephen's ex-girlfriend was there. Gloomy. Perfect for Mark Eitzel. Oh, he took my Engine CD too.

I saw AMC live in Chapel Hill in 1993, but you can still have credit. I got really into that "60 watt silver lining" album while apartment-sitting in the aforementioned pad. However. I most emphatically did NOT take the "Engine" CD, although you did tape it for me for my birthday. Thank you for that. And for going with me to the show on that miserable night. And for listening to all the maudlin stories as I worked my way through my mid-to-late twenties. Whew. Glad that's over. On to my thirties.

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Friday
Please note that, having started with a blogger.com template for this site, I am (very slowly) experimenting with basic HTML to change the look of my postings. Before too long, I expect this site to be a bit more scenic. In the meantime, please bear with me. Suggestions are always helpful. E-mail Me.

A guy in my track club posted the following today to a newsgroup about www.mercata.com, a shopping site. I checked it out and he is right, especially if you were to buy a large ticket item such as one of the Nikon digital cameras they carry, you could actually save $200 or more with all the discounts and rebates. Not that I can buy one at the moment . .

from Paul Gronke: It gets better. If you are a new user w/ Mercata, you get a 20% discount (up to $100 off). And if you are willing to use Microsoft Passport to make the purchase, you can take another 20% off (actually only 16%, they calculate the second discount as 20% * (price - 20%). I currently said I'd pay $500 for a Nikon 2.1 megapixel digital camera, I will end up paying 500 - 100 - 80 = 320 *at the most*, then Nikon offers me a $75 rebate! I've used Mercata before to get a new VCR for about 30 bucks during last Xmas's deal-o-matic. If you know how to delete cookies on your machine and have multiple email accounts, they don't seem to know how to track you as a "new" user.


NEWS OF THE DAY
Finally someone is reporting the technology aspect of the vote count fiasco: the NYT today ran a story on the error rate of the card-reading machines being used in Florida. Even the manufacturers of these machines concede a margin of error higher than the current margin of Bush's victory in Florida, and they are calculating their estimates based on ideal operating conditions and machine maintenance, the existence of which no one can realistically assert. Maintained and operated primarily by volunteers, often elderly people, there is no way that these machines are being kept free of the stray chad and ink buildup that would minimize the error-factor. All the computer experts agree that, given sufficient time, a good methodology, and appropriate monitors, a manual count is going to be MORE accurate than the machine count. This explodes the central Bush assertion that manual recounts are somehow less reliable than the original machine counts.

The best perspective on this I have seen actually came from a friend of my father's, (who has asked to remain nameless) who worked for IBM designing these machines in the 60s and 70s. I am posting a fascinating letter from him about the problems they encountered when they first used these things:

Sent: Saturday, November 11, 2000 8:52 PM Subject: Ga. Election, 1967:some details.

Since you were interested, for history, and my records, here's the real story.. Long and bloody with detail..

It was 1967 Governor Lester "Pick Axe" Maddox running against the Calloway fortune. I sweated blood that night. The technical problems were three, naturally.

IBM was running the DeKalb election and Remington or Burroughs (?) was handling the Fulton County one. There was a LOT of media attention. Both companies were firing guns at each other all the time. Both companies were pushing to go national with a universal Federal election system. This was a BIG DEAL!

I spent a week getting all the equipment in 100% condition (best I could do). NOTHING COULD GO WRONG!! NOTHING!!

The testing given that system was ten times that required! Not a glitch. Tens of thousands of test ballots (provided by Harris) ran in many cycles verifying all things were ready. The little reader could pass 1000 cards per minute . . . flawlessly. There was a second reader (not really designed as such) that could pass around 200 cards per minute but they had to be in great condition to pass without jamming. It was an afterthought and never intended to run the ballots.

IBM had really encouraged the media coverage of the event and much was on national TV. It was really a "leading edge" event as far as elections went. Reporters and microphones were everywhere.

I arrived around 3 PM and started my last minute testing. One of the Sr. CEs in the office arrived around 6 or 7 PM.

The Election Supervisory Committee and the reps for the Parties ran the legally required regime of tests at around 7PM, the system was "sealed" and the election count began at 7:45 PM about 15 minutes after the polls closed, with the first returns coming in from the poll at the fire-station across the street.

It all hit the fan in fifteen minutes!

Screech… silence… screech.. silence. screech… knock on the door and get Don! This process repeated MANY times that evening!

Counting virtually stopped and the poll managers lined the halls.. moaning and groaning and wanting to get the hell out of Dodge and go home.. I don't blame them.. No plans for drop-off and exit..no sign-over plans for the ballot boxes. The manager had to be there when the ballots were counted and sign off personally.

The ballot cards were freshly printed! The damn ink was not dry! When the first few boxes came in and passed through the reader, the ink buildup on the rollers that passed the cards through the reader was horrible. That buildup caused the diameter of the rollers to increase and thus the card to moved faster through the machine in that the rollers were turning at a constant speed. At 1000 CPM (the cards were sent through length-wise) they flew over the read photo-sensors damn fast. They got out of sync and read errors started. The chad was flying everywhere.. notice that was a vac cleaner.. not a tiny brush I had..

When we found one of the problems.. the ink.. We would periodically (30 min intervals) stop the count, open the machine and clean the feed rollers with tri-chlor.. removing the ink build-up would restore the correct speed and function. During this cleaning period the other machine would run the ballots and it would jam like crazy with the chad falling in it's close tolerance path. We had to quit using it.

Every single time we did this planned preventative cleaning procedure, a reporter would jam a microphone in my face! I was polite. But nationally, during each of these cleaning steps, it was announced over the CBS (?) network that "The IBM Computer" in Georgia has broken again".

Armonk did NOT like this. My pager didn't stop ringing. I turned it off after the first 20 pages.

The second problem, the flying chad.. was never fixed, obviously. I assure you that it's not fixed today, 33 years later. Every time they run the ballots they will get another count until all the "loose" chad is cleared. Actually, the cards should simply be run through the readers two or three times before they are counted at all. When all the chad falls out, count the ballots.

The earlier jamming and crap caused some damage to a keyway in the feed system of the 2501 and intermittent jamming and intermittent read errors occurred all night. It wasn't until two days later in the post-mortem that Lamar Holbrook (best CE I have ever known) found that bug.

One of the DeKalb County gals mentioned something about the cards being freshly printed and the story got twisted by the press to quoting her as saying that the cards were wet and then it was stated that the IBM Computer had water inside it! She was in tears.. Literally. Reporters got into my office in the back (the CE room) and wanted to know about the water and the fire sprinklers.. I didn't know what they were talking about till the next day. I did not call them "Assholes". I should have.

After the first two national TV reports, IBM sent in two HEAVY DUTY PR guys. They were dispatched from Armonk or White Plains via corp. jet to Peachtree-DeKalb airport. They finally corralled the room full of reporters and photographers and got the press off my back.

One saving grace was the fact that the competitive system unit crashed and the coverage of that outage tempered ours. But ours was a "repeat" event.. They went belly up.. we limped.

When it was over:

I went home I felt like I had been mugged. I slept 18 hours straight.

A two-day meeting followed.. It was a lot of fun, as you can imagine.

MAJOR changes in the way IBM handled elections in the future.

At every election thereafter, IBM had a Corporate Control office wired directly to each site. All plans were reviewed. No requests for "extra" support was rejected, no matter how small.

Cards were printed well in advance and tested at random for quality. Backup readers were at every account and they were alternated as the input device over the night.

Complete "Backup" accounts were set on "hot-standby" with the pre-ballot testing and verification completed by the Election Board and the Parties. The accounts were staffed all-night and ready to roll any time.

A "disaster" plan was in place for redirecting ballots securely and for their storage. Poll managers could pass the boxes to a designated recipient and leave.

Access to the computer room was strictly limited to the operators, IBM technicians, certified observers, and NO press (perhaps one or two.. can't remember), NO radio reporters, NO photographers and NO TV cameras were allowed.

We learned a LOT!

I never remember another "problem" election while I was in Atlanta.

J and I got nice "atta'boys" and some small award for our "professional manner" ..or something like that. (meaning we did not call the reporters "Assholes!") At least I didn't get fired!

--The Lawrence Welk of the Ballot Box.. "a One.. and a Two…""

PS. Were I to set this up, it would be a paper ballot and voters would use big black markers chained inside the booths. Screw the on-line stuff and "real-time" voting. Big printed forms, easy to read for the Palm Beach crowd, and they provide a permanent record. They are cheap, require no special equipment at the poll site, can be scanned fast and reliably and if someone wants to hand count them; they don't look like idiots squinting at cards looking for "pregnant" chad!

Some locales use this paper/marker method.

A simple Go/No Go scanner could be put at every site to "pe-scan" any ballot, at the voter's choice, naturally, to verify duplicate or improperly registered marks. (not a count .. just a validity scan.. a "one pass roller scanner hooked to a "plug-board" chip.

Punch cards and mechanical voting machines suck for various reasons. The card problems are now well known..

Voting machines are expensive, expensive to setup, and difficult to maintain and store. And some do break at every election.

The psychology and the wide open fraud and collapse potential for real-time voting are too clear.

Thursday
I maintain that the internet will be seen as comparable to the printing press in its impact on culture and history (although I have to qualify that by saying that I know next to nothing about the history of technology, and, what's more, am not sufficiently educated to make any sort of generalization about history at all). Nevertheless, the fact is that any half-witted lunatic can create a web page that is accessible to the same number of people as is the New York Times site, as was dramatically illustrated a couple of years ago when hackers took over the NYT for a day. It is a dizzyingly democratic medium. Exhibit A: Boobscan.com

News of the Day
Most Promiscuous Species Have The Highest WBC Counts (courtesy of Robot Wisdom)
14,454 online books, alphabetically by title (also courtesy of Robot Wisdom)
A search engine for magazine articles
Also, Amazon has a contest running during the holidays that will be awarding $5000 worth of items on your gift wish list each day from now until Christmas.

This will take a while to become truly interesting, methinks, but feel free to send me links to post here. If you're up for it, I'll even add you as an editor . . .

Wednesday
A few favorite web watering holes:

Robot Wisdom Weblog

McSweeney's
Ze Nerve
Society for Human Sexuality
Garrison Keillor's Advice Column

and, of course, The New York Times and the live audio stream on CNN (which is, I concede, much more dramatic if you are on Eastern Time).

Speaking of personality tests, I have friends who STILL refuse to take The Spark.com's Personality Test, which is tantamount to squeezing shut your mouth when someone offers you a wad of cotton candy. Take the damn test, then enter my hotmail address--sdfraser@hotmail.com--when you finish to find out how compatible you are with me. Do it.

Amusing results category: turnipgreen and matt came both came out as Mentors. I came out as an Experimenter . . . hmmm. See explication:

EXPERIMENTER, (Dominant Introverted Abstract Thinker ). Although you're slightly shy (admit it!), you love control. When a problem comes in your way, you stomp on it swiftly and decisively. You are bothered easily by failure in others and failure in yourself. You don't like people that you don't think are intelligent. Rather than arguing with them, however, you would just as soon ignore them altogether.

In relationships, you have a strong heart. And because you're introverted, people take you as someone they can trust. But the fact is that in addition to solving problems, you like to create them. So there's a decent chance that you'll cheat on a loved one. If you do, you'll likely get away with it.

You're a good person at heart, but then again, who isn't?


From Rebecca's Pocket, via Rebecca Mead's Nov. 13th New Yorker article, the Worldwide Source for Burrito Information:
Includes a burrito-based personality analysis. Dedicated to turnipgreen.

Weblog Day One.

My mother is considering buying a smoked turkey to serve at Thanksgiving next week. I myself favor something chewy that will limit conversation. My uncle will be there with a print of the Civil War commemorative battle painting he recently commissioned (for $14,000). With commentary.

Weekly Notes:

This blog is effectively defunct. But thank you for visiting. Perhaps it will revive one day.