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  • Doldrums

    Warning: This post contains petty whining, references to winter, and cathartic material. I am not depressed, I just play it on the Internet.

    Fall must be on the way; I’m feeling the demotivating doldrums coming on. J– and I talked about this last night about how, in the middle of the day, I felt as if anywhere but where I was would be better. Not the “I want to quit my job and join the Peace Corps” kind of anywhere, just the “not my butt in that seat yet again” kind. Maybe it’s a leftover from a disastrous Labor Day vacation attempt (which I now realize I didn’t blog). Maybe it’s the realization that I just helped justify my team (most of which hasn’t even been hired yet) into $5 million. And, oh yeah, we have to build a complete ERP system in two years.

    Maybe it’s the onset of fall and the realization that snow is right around the corner. I actually don’t mind the snow, just the constant dramatics that come with it (“a whole FOOT of snow” Booga booga booga). You’d think each flake was a harbinger of doom the way people prattle on about it.

    Maybe it’s not feeling motivated to work on ThinkNOLA, and the guilt that comes with not working on ThinkNOLA, which leads to less motivation, which.. you get the picture. I need to make a concrete list of items I can work on; I know I work better with tasks and items I can cross off.

    Maybe it’s looking at my blog and thinking “no one cares”. Not that I want to have thousands of people flaming the hell out of my posts, but this is really, more than anything, vanity. And I don’t like to think myself vain (seriously). So I don’t blog, which doesn’t add good to the equations.

    I don’t say these things so people will heap encouragement on me (please don’t) but to, well, confess. These are not excuses, these are ruminations. I know from reading my feeds that there are others not that far removed from me who have far, far more to be depressed about. And this, too, makes me feel guilty. Guilty for wallowing. Guilty for being apathetic. Guilty for sitting on my ass doing nothing to help.

    I hear a resolution coming; god let it get here.

  • Confessions of an Angry Blogger

    I have to ‘fess up; I got snookered, hoodwinked, and down-right tricked. My previous post about the Humane Society of the US (Don’t We Have More Important Things to Do) was, in short, wrong.

    Thanks to Dan for pointing out my ironic reaction to that false report about Wayne Pacelle’s statements; the Animal Agriculture Alliance apparently either placed comments out of context or made them up completely. Dan’s right when he says “They’ve got plenty of reasons to be mocked, but the use of the silly “canine American” term ain’t one of ’em.” So true. So, sorry for the mis-info, I was wrong.

    That said, my comments about animal activists still stand. Reading Mr. Pacelle’s Statement of Beliefs gave me pause. The euphemism-laden statement is a bleach-faded version of more radical activist propaganda. His profile in the Washington Post (linked by many vegan sites) shows a more radical side to Mr. Pacelle, including his agenda to “ban hunting, species by species, state by state, and the use of animals in research”. Check out some other (older) quotes from Mr. Pacelle. Google returns many interesting articles about Mr. Pacelle; I encourage you to check him out.

    However, the statements I ranted about earlier were taken out of context and I bit. Hard. For that I apologize to Mr. Pacelle and anyone who I may have offended. But, if Mr. Pacelle continues on the road he has been on since his college days, I don’t think a similar statement is too far off and will be met with the same reaction as before. And for that I will not apologize.

  • Just so you know..

    … you can tape bacon to a cat. Just not ours.

    I’m curious to hear a reaction from our Feline Americans.

    Whatever: Clearly You People Thought I Was Kidding [via Fark]

  • Don't We Have More Important Things To Do?

    UPDATE: Welcome Googlers. Check out the follow-up post before you flame this one.

    Remember kids, if you want to advance your cause, personalize the subject and rev up your logical fallacies. Today’s example: they’re not dogs, they’re “Canine Americans”. No joke.

    And animal-rights groups wonder why we don’t take them seriously. I’m not advocating random acts of brutality against dogs, cats, or rodents, but are we so confused about this issue that we have to anthropomorphize our pets?

    I love my dog, he’s the closest I ever hope to having a child. But even I know that, at the end of the day, he’s a dog. Yes, he has feelings and emotions and desires, but he also has no opposable thumbs, would run away at the first chance you gave him, and would knock down a door to get peanut butter. I am responsible for that animal, but that doesn’t make him anything more than that, an animal. He has primal instincts and motivations that, with education, I have been able to use to train him.

    However, he is not an “American” anymore than I’m an executive by virtue of sitting in a high-back chair. That identity is meaningless simply because it is based on convenient accoutrement of my present situation. If my dog is moved to Canada, does he lose his “American” rights? What about a country where it’s customary to eat dogs?

    If my dog has any rights, he has the right to be happy and free from abuse, rights which are my duty to ensure. I am constantly disgusted by these moral bigots and busy-bodies who think they have the burden of telling me how awful I am for using certain words. I’m not a pet “owner”, I’m a pet “parent”. He’s not a dog, he’s a canine American. Oh, please.

    We have laws to punish those who mistreat animals; enforce them. Instead of these idiotic agendas–which cost millions of dollars to create, market, and legislate–how about tossing some money to the people who are protecting animals? Animals are not people. I’ll say it again. Animals are not people. As much as I love my dog, I would save a person over him. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t miss him terribly. That doesn’t mean I hate dogs. And it doesn’t make me unworthy of being a pet “parent”. It means that I am able to distinguish between people and animals, something that groups like the Humane Society of the United States have apparently ceased to be able to do.

  • Crooks and Liars » Keith Olbermann’s Special Comment on Bush: Who has left this hole in the ground? We have not forgotten, Mr. President. You have. May this country forgive you

    I’ve talked about Keith Olbermann before. I’m doing it again. Edward R. Murrow would be proud.

    Video here. Text below. Read it, watch it.

    And lastly tonight a Special Comment on why we are here. Half a lifetime ago, I worked in this now-empty space.
    And for 40 days after the attacks, I worked here again, trying to make sense of what happened, and was yet to happen, as a reporter.

    And all the time, I knew that the very air I breathed contained the remains of thousands of people, including four of my friends, two in the planes and — as I discovered from those “missing posters” seared still into my soul — two more in the Towers.

    And I knew too, that this was the pyre for hundreds of New York policemen and firemen, of whom my family can claim half a dozen or more, as our ancestors.

    I belabor this to emphasize that, for me… this was, and is, and always shall be, personal.
    And anyone who claims that I and others like me are “soft”, or have “forgotten” the lessons of what happened here — is at best a grasping, opportunistic, dilettante — and at worst, an idiot — whether he is a commentator, or a Vice President, or a President.
    However. Of all the things those of us who were here five years ago could have forecast — of all the nightmares that unfolded before our eyes, and the others that unfolded only in our minds… none of us could have predicted… this.

    Five years later this space… is still empty.
    Five years later there is no Memorial to the dead.
    Five years later there is no building rising to show with proud defiance that we would not have our America wrung from us, by cowards and criminals.
    Five years later this country’s wound is still open.
    Five years… later this country’s mass grave is still unmarked.

    Five years later… this is still… just a background for a photo-op.
    It is beyond shameful.

    At the dedication of the Gettysburg Memorial — barely four months after the last soldier staggered from another Pennsylvania field, Mr. Lincoln said “we can not dedicate – we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract.”
    Lincoln used those words to immortalize their sacrifice.

    Today our leaders could use those same words to rationalize their reprehensible inaction. “We can nto dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground.” So we won’t.

    Instead they bicker and buck-pass. They thwart private efforts, and jostle to claim credit for initiatives that go nowhere. They spend the money on irrelevant wars, and elaborate self-congratulations, and buying off columnists to write how good a job they’re doing — instead of doing any job at all.
    Five years later, Mr. Bush… we are still fighting the terrorists on these streets. And look carefully, sir — on these 16 empty acres, the terrorists… are clearly, still winning.
    And, in a crime against every victim here and every patriotic sentiment you mouthed but did not enact, you have done nothing about it.

    And there is something worse still than this vast gaping hole in this city, and in the fabric of our nation.
    There is, its symbolism — of the promise unfulfilled, the urgent oath, reduced to lazy execution.

    The only positive on 9/11 and the days and weeks that so slowly and painfully followed it… was the unanimous humanity, here, and throughout the country. The government, the President in particular, was given every possible measure of support.
    Those who did not belong to his party — tabled that.
    Those who doubted the mechanics of his election — ignored that.
    Those who wondered of his qualifications — forgot that.

    History teaches us that nearly unanimous support of a government cannot be taken away from that government, by its critics.
    It can only be squandered by those who use it not to heal a nation’s wounds, but to take political advantage.
    Terrorists did not come and steal our newly-regained sense of being American first, and political, fiftieth. Nor did the Democrats. Nor did the media. Nor did the people.
    The President — and those around him — did that.
    They promised bi-partisanship, and then showed that to them, “bi-partisanship” meant that their party would rule and the rest would have to follow, or be branded, with ever-escalating hysteria, as morally or intellectually confused; as appeasers; as those who, in the Vice President’s words yesterday, “validate the strategy of the terrorists.”
    They promised protection, and then showed that to them “protection” meant going to war against a despot whose hand they had once shaken… a despot who we now learn from our own Senate Intelligence Committee, hated Al-Qaeda as much as we did.

    The polite phrase for how so many of us were duped into supporting a war, on the false premise that it had ’something to do’ with 9/11, is “lying by implication.”

    The impolite phrase, is “impeachable offense.”

    Not once in now five years has this President ever offered to assume responsibility for the failures that led to this empty space… and to this, the current, curdled, version of our beloved country.

    Still, there is a last snapping flame from a final candle of respect and fairness: even his most virulent critics have never suggested he alone bears the full brunt of the blame for 9/11.
    Half the time, in fact, this President has been so gently treated, that he has seemed not even to be the man most responsible — for anything — in his own administration.

    Yet what is happening this very night?

    A mini-series, created, influenced — possibly financed by — the most radical and cold of domestic political Machiavellis, continues to be televised into our homes.

    The documented truths of the last fifteen years are replaced by bald-faced lies; the talking points of the current regime parroted; the whole sorry story blurred, by spin, to make the party out of office seem vacillating and impotent, and the party in office, seem like the only option.
    How dare you, Mr. President, after taking cynical advantage of the unanimity and love, and transmuting it into fraudulent war and needless death… after monstrously transforming it into fear and suspicion and turning that fear into the campaign slogan of three elections… how dare you or those around you… ever “spin” 9/11.

    Just as the terrorists have succeeded — are still succeeding — as long as there is no memorial and no construction here at Ground Zero…
    So too have they succeeded, and are still succeeding — as long as this government uses 9/11 as a wedge to pit Americans against Americans.
    This is an odd point to cite a television program, especially one from March of 1960. But as Disney’s continuing sell-out of the truth (and this country) suggests, even television programs can be powerful things.

    And long ago, a series called “The Twilight Zone” broadcast a riveting episode entitled “The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street.”
    In brief: a meteor sparks rumors of an invasion by extra-terrestrials disguised as humans. The electricity goes out. A neighbor pleads for calm.

    Suddenly his car — and only his car — starts. Someone suggests he must be the alien. Then another man’s lights go on.

    As charges and suspicion and panic overtake the street, guns are inevitably produced.
    An “alien” is shot — but he turns out to be just another neighbor, returning from going for help.

    The camera pulls back to a near-by hill, where two extra-terrestrials areseen, manipulating a small device that can jam electricity. The veteran tells his novice that there’s no need to actually attack, that you just turn off a few of the human machines and then, “they pick the most dangerous enemy they can find, and it’s themselves.”

    And then, in perhaps his finest piece of writing, Rod Serling sums it up with words of remarkable prescience, given where we find ourselves tonight.
    “The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices – to be found only in the minds of men.
    “For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all its own — for the children, and the children yet unborn.”

    When those who dissent are told time and time again — as we will be, if not tonight by the President, then tomorrow by his portable public chorus — that he is preserving our freedom, but that if we use any of it, we are somehow un-American…
    When we are scolded, that if we merely question, we have “forgotten the lessons of 9/11″… look into this empty space behind me and the bi-partisanship upon which this administration also did not build, and tell me:
    Who has left this hole in the ground?
    We have not forgotten, Mr. President.
    You have.
    May this country forgive you.

    As a born-in-the-blood Republican, and someone who voted for Bush, I’ve given up. I’m also someone who examines the facts and, while not everything from the Left is the truth, the lies from the Right are profoundly worse.

    [via Crooks and Liars ]

  • The New and Improved Auchtoon! (now with Blog)

    Awesome cartoonist and all-around great guy (no, seriously) John Auchter has a new and improved website/blog. John’s been cranking away learning all about WordPress and servers and hosting (oh my) and he’s finally up and running. Check out his new site and leave a commnet.. he’ll even talk back.

  • Cool

    In a follow-up to a post on Boing Boing about New Orleans a year after the Big K, I dropped a link to point out that ThinkNOLA’s been around for a tad bit longer.

    Damn if that suggestion didn’t make the front page (on a holiday weekend Friday, but hey, it’s better than a knitting blog).

  • Words you must read. Words you must understand

    We don’t have enough orators in this world anymore, at least not orators that make any damned sense. We get people like Bush, or Gore, or Rumsfeld who fancy themselves orators but, really, at their heart are passionless readers.

    Except, that today, we may have found one. A writer, to be sure, of some prowess. A writer who, tonight, spoke the words that every American needs to hear and understand. Below is a transcript; this is a link to the video.

    Dismissal of these words based on the source is foolish beyond even this generation. Not understanding these words importance is proof that you’re part of the problem.

    The man who sees absolutes, where all other men see nuances and shades of meaning, is either a prophet, or a quack.
    Donald H. Rumsfeld is not a prophet.
    Mr. Rumsfeld’s remarkable speech to the American Legion yesterday demands the deep analysis—and the sober contemplation—of every American.
    For it did not merely serve to impugn the morality or intelligence — indeed, the loyalty — of the majority of Americans who oppose the transient occupants of the highest offices in the land. Worse, still, it credits those same transient occupants — our employees — with a total omniscience; a total omniscience which neither common sense, nor this administration’s track record at home or abroad, suggests they deserve.
    Dissent and disagreement with government is the life’s blood of human freedom; and not merely because it is the first roadblock against the kind of tyranny the men Mr. Rumsfeld likes to think of as “his” troops still fight, this very evening, in Iraq.
    It is also essential. Because just every once in awhile it is right and the power to which it speaks, is wrong.
    In a small irony, however, Mr. Rumsfeld’s speechwriter was adroit in invoking the memory of the appeasement of the Nazis. For in their time, there was another government faced with true peril—with a growing evil—powerful and remorseless.
    That government, like Mr. Rumsfeld’s, had a monopoly on all the facts. It, too, had the “secret information.” It alone had the true picture of the threat. It too dismissed and insulted its critics in terms like Mr. Rumsfeld’s — questioning their intellect and their morality.
    That government was England’s, in the 1930’s.
    It knew Hitler posed no true threat to Europe, let alone England.
    It knew Germany was not re-arming, in violation of all treaties and accords.
    It knew that the hard evidence it received, which contradicted its own policies, its own conclusions — its own omniscience — needed to be dismissed.
    The English government of Neville Chamberlain already knew the truth.
    Most relevant of all — it “knew” that its staunchest critics needed to be marginalized and isolated. In fact, it portrayed the foremost of them as a blood-thirsty war-monger who was, if not truly senile, at best morally or intellectually confused.
    That critic’s name was Winston Churchill.
    Sadly, we have no Winston Churchills evident among us this evening. We have only Donald Rumsfelds, demonizing disagreement, the way Neville Chamberlain demonized Winston Churchill.
    History — and 163 million pounds of Luftwaffe bombs over England — have taught us that all Mr. Chamberlain had was his certainty — and his own confusion. A confusion that suggested that the office can not only make the man, but that the office can also make the facts.
    Thus, did Mr. Rumsfeld make an apt historical analogy.
    Excepting the fact, that he has the battery plugged in backwards.
    His government, absolute — and exclusive — in its knowledge, is not the modern version of the one which stood up to the Nazis.
    It is the modern version of the government of Neville Chamberlain.
    But back to today’s Omniscient ones.
    That, about which Mr. Rumsfeld is confused is simply this: This is a Democracy. Still. Sometimes just barely.
    And, as such, all voices count — not just his.
    Had he or his president perhaps proven any of their prior claims of omniscience — about Osama Bin Laden’s plans five years ago, about Saddam Hussein’s weapons four years ago, about Hurricane Katrina’s impact one year ago — we all might be able to swallow hard, and accept their “omniscience” as a bearable, even useful recipe, of fact, plus ego.
    But, to date, this government has proved little besides its own arrogance, and its own hubris.
    Mr. Rumsfeld is also personally confused, morally or intellectually, about his own standing in this matter. From Iraq to Katrina, to the entire “Fog of Fear” which continues to envelop this nation, he, Mr. Bush, Mr. Cheney, and their cronies have — inadvertently or intentionally — profited and benefited, both personally, and politically.
    And yet he can stand up, in public, and question the morality and the intellect of those of us who dare ask just for the receipt for the Emporer’s New Clothes?
    In what country was Mr. Rumsfeld raised? As a child, of whose heroism did he read? On what side of the battle for freedom did he dream one day to fight? With what country has he confused the United States of America?
    The confusion we — as its citizens— must now address, is stark and forbidding.
    But variations of it have faced our forefathers, when men like Nixon and McCarthy and Curtis LeMay have darkened our skies and obscured our flag. Note — with hope in your heart — that those earlier Americans always found their way to the light, and we can, too.
    The confusion is about whether this Secretary of Defense, and this administration, are in fact now accomplishing what they claim the terrorists seek: The destruction of our freedoms, the very ones for which the same veterans Mr. Rumsfeld addressed yesterday in Salt Lake City, so valiantly fought.
    And about Mr. Rumsfeld’s other main assertion, that this country faces a “new type of fascism.”
    As he was correct to remind us how a government that knew everything could get everything wrong, so too was he right when he said that — though probably not in the way he thought he meant it.
    This country faces a new type of fascism – indeed.
    Although I presumptuously use his sign-off each night, in feeble tribute, I have utterly no claim to the words of the exemplary journalist Edward R. Murrow.
    But never in the trial of a thousand years of writing could I come close to matching how he phrased a warning to an earlier generation of us, at a time when other politicians thought they (and they alone) knew everything, and branded those who disagreed: “confused” or “immoral.”
    Thus, forgive me, for reading Murrow, in full:
    “We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty,” he said, in 1954. “We must remember always that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law.
    “We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men, not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were for the moment unpopular.”
    And so good night, and good luck.

  • They are Not OK

    The message from New Orleans is clear.

    This country should be ashamed.

    Say a few words for some of your countrymen today. It’s more than the grandstanding in the Gulf Coast will do for them. (Seems to be a pattern.)

  • Feedback

    Scoble says that Steve Ball, group program manager for the Windows Audio Video Excellence team (hell of title) is reading all the blog, newsgroup, and beta feedback about the Vista sound.

    For those of you not familiar, the Windows Audio Video Excellence team has decided that the default, startup sound for Windows Vista will not be configurable. They’re considering allowing “advanced users” to disable the sound. How considerate.
    Hey Steve, here’s some feedback. Don’t you ever, ever, tell me I can’t turn a sound off. I know Microsoft probably paid a shit-ton of money to get just that sound, and good for you. But you know what, after hearing it for maybe a week, I’m going to want it off. Every corporate IT person in the world will want it off. You know why?

    Imagine a Tuesday morning in late 2008. It’s 7:56am. 500 people on a floor all start arriving for work. For the next 20 minutes the entire floor will echo with, what will be by that time, the insipid sound of Windows Vista booting up. Again. And all we have to look forward to is Wednesday when the whole damn thing happens again. And again. And again.

    While many people are able to turn off their speakers, I can rattle off about 25 people from the top of my head who couldn’t. They will play the Vista sound at full volume. Over. And over. And over.

    Run Like Hell was a good song, too. Until they played it to death.

    Let us turn off the sound. For the love of God, let us turn off that sound.