- Darlin', darlin', darlin', save the last dunce for me
- Safety Dunce
- Invitation to the dunce
- Urban Dunce Squad
- Lord of the dunce
- Duncing down to Rio
- Flashdunce
- Dunce Fever
- Dunce with my father
- They dunce alone
- The Alvin Ailey American Dunce Theatre
- Morris Duncers in a minefield ("ching, ching, ching, boom!")
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Another pointless piece of satire
Not another list!
- Most annoying lexicographical slide: "comprised of" is creeping into acceptance. Never mind that it's dead wrong, rhetorical democracy is making it right -- as recently as 1996, according to one on-line dictionary, only 35% of respondents to some survey found it objectionable. For the record, comprise means include, not compose. So saying something is "comprised of" something else is a) wrong and b) a clue that you don't really speak the Queen's English. ("Don't you know the Queen's English?" "So's the King!" Haw haw.) You can say something comprises something, or something is composed of something. Take your pick.
- Runners up: additional s suffixes where they're not needed and modify meaning, specifically when added to the terms "bottom up" and "head up." "Bottom up" means doing something like budgeting, starting with the details or with the input of the lower-ranking members of a team, and aggregating the results. "Bottoms up" is a colloquial encouragement to drink, as in turn the bottom of your glass up. Likewise, "head up" is an attribute of a display, as for example in an aircraft, that the user can read with his head up -- not having to look down or otherwise away from the view out the windscreen. "Heads up" is a term for a warning or alert, as in Let me give you a heads up that claiming our product has a "heads up display" will be looked upon with disapprobrium. It's astonishing to me that otherwise intelligent leaders will publicly describe a planning process as being "bottoms up." Granted, a lot of planning this past few years probably was, but even so ...
- Best reasons to rethink one's opposition to cruel and unusual punishment: a tie among Robert Mugabe, Rod Blagojevich, that Madoff guy, and any member of the Kennedy and/or Johnson administrations who wants us to buy a hardcover book detailing how really, really sorry he is for the war in Vietnam.
- Guy who should never work in politics again: the person who first took John McCain aside and whispered, "One word: Sarah Palin." The Governor of Alaska: the first woman ever to become James Stockdale.
- Biggest crew of slackers and goof-offs: America's (and the world's, for that matter) political cartoonists. With all the targets of opportunity out there, all they can do, most of 'em, is draw pictures of Santa Claus in rags, laying off reindeer, or delivering coal to some disgraced public figure. The best of a sad, disheartened, demoralized lot: Pat Oliphant. The absolute rock-bottom, knuckle-dragging, Neanderthal worst: Chuck Asay.
So that's enough bile for now. What's on your list?
Thursday, December 25, 2008
I thought it was the Wall Street Journal ...
Monday, December 22, 2008
Happy Holidays
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Look out, Daedalus Books
- The Really Interesting Stuff I Found, Douglas N. Thusiast. Chronicles two years' work on the author's family farm, excavating a site which he now believes represents centuries of pre-Colombian habitation by the lost tribes of Israel in central Indiana. Details his struggles with the archaeological establishment and his valiant efforts to bring his theories to the public, despite widespread scepticism and his complete lack of academic credentials. Not the first but certainly the most recent exposition of the "I really want to believe this, so it must be true" approach to epistemology. "Presents a distinctly new theory of the settlement of the Americas, based on seemingly irrefutable evidence consisting of some scratches on some rocks." The Complete Wacko Magazine. "Hard to argue with, since he refuses to speak to strangers." Journal of American Hallucination.
- Hydrate Your Way to Health, The International Bottled Water Association. A team of hired physiologists sets forth the case that the more water you drink, the healthier you'll be, also more attractive to the opposite sex, and cooler. "It's blindingly simple," explains the chapter on coolness. "Drink half a bottle of water and pour the rest over your head: presto, you're cool. Or cooler, anyway."
- Sons of Heaven and Corn: The Chinese Discovery of Des Moines, Louis Natick. Based on careful study of aerial photography, satellite imagery, and epigraphy (scratches on rocks), Natick (who holds a Doctorate of Divinity from the University of Phoenix) argues that an offshoot of the fifteenth century expeditions of Zheng He found the northwest passage, sailed down through Hudson Bay, built birch bark junks in what is now Lake Huron, visited the site of present-day Cleveland, and then marched overland to eventually found Des Moines, bringing with them the life-giving grain we know as "corn," plus the recipes for ethanol and bourbon. "Very convincing, if you're prepared to abandon two hundred years of western-centric thinking and hard data." Proceedings of the American Council of Deluded Halfwits.
- A Really Nice Guy, Once You Get to Know Him, Ed. Newton Leroy Gingrich. Anthology of contrarian biographies, exposing decades of liberal mud slinging at such misunderstood historical figures as J. Edgar Hoover, Joseph Stalin, Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord, Slobodan Miloševic, Prince Klemens Wenzel von Metternich, William Marcy Tweed, John Mitchell, and Attila the Hun. "Makes you think twice ..." The Wall Street Journal.
- Mounds of Rubbish, Rev. Utter Lee Barking. Lays out the Reverend Barking's theory that North America was populated in ages past by a race of white ("well, white-ish") mound-builders who were eventually overwhelmed by dusky-skinned barbarians from somewhere else (the book is a bit vague on just where the invaders came from -- in one chapter, it's the Middle East, in another place, it's Newark.) He bases his conclusions on the debris and discardia found in his excavations of a mound on his property in West Virginia, including inscriptions on golden tablets, copies of the Wall Street Journal, and some scratches on rocks. Traditional archaeologists, confronted with Barking's evidence, tend to resort to cheap shots such as pointing out that the mound in question is approximately 4 feet high and does not appear to have existed prior to 1987. Barking refutes this criticism in a chapter entitled, "Unbelievers Shall Burn in Hell!"
Get your copies now, while supplies last and lawsuits are still pending.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Shop Local
Wine, Deli, Chocolates | Morgan and York | 1928 Packard, Ann Arbor 48104 | 734 769 9770 | http://morganandyork.com/ |
As we say in Ann Arbor, "you know, the old Big Ten Party Store." Repeatedly voted Best Wine Shop. Especially in the realm of small French labels and Kermit Lynch - imported values, this is the place. | ||||
Wine | Everyday Wines | 407 N. Fifth Ave - 1st Floor Ann Arbor, MI 48104 | 734.827.WINE | http://www.everyday-wines.blogspot.com/ |
Just as the name implies, Mary Campbell's shop is dedicated to affordable wines. | ||||
Produce, high-end groceries, wine | Produce Station | 1629 S. State St. Ann Arbor MI 48104 | 734.663.7848 | http://www.producestation.com/visit.php |
With the exception of the Farmer's Market in season, there is no better place for produce in Ann Arbor, period. Small, inconvenient to get to and get around in, it's worth the effort. Unofficial Rules: do not use a full size grocery cart (even though they have them), do not bring children. | ||||
Deli, luxury foods, coffee beans, bread | Zingerman's | 422 Detroit Street, Ann Arbor MI 48104 | 888.636.8162 | http://www.zingermans.com/default.aspx |
Although Zingerman's is the Superpower of local vendors, with aspirations to a global reach via their mail order side, they're still local, and they still roast a fine coffee bean. | ||||
Produce, meats, plants | Ann Arbor Farmers Market | 315 Detroit St, Ann Arbor 48103 | 734 994-3276 | http://kerrytown.org/detail.asp?id=336 |
In season, the best produce available. In the winter, a desolate tundra of crafts and wreaths. I mark the return of reasonable weather in the area by the reappearance of edible things at the market. Unofficial rules: no strollers! | ||||
Produce, groceries, wine | Fresh Seasons Market | 2281 W Liberty St, Ann Arbor MI 48103 | (734) 662-6000 | (nothing useful yet as a website) |
Again, "the old Coleman's Market." Not on my beat, but Northwest Side residents swear by it. | ||||
Meats, produce, groceries | Sparrow Market | 415 N. Fifth Ave - 1st Floor Ann Arbor MI 48104 | 734.761.8175 | http://www.kerrytown.com/sparrowmeats/index.html |
There is no better, more consistent source of meat in Ann Arbor, with the possible exception of the actual raisers who come to the Farmer's Market. The rest of Sparrow's empire in Kerrytown is pretty darn good, too. | ||||
Meat | Hannewald Lamb | Stockbridge MI 49285 (in the Farmer's Market, too) | 517-851-4718 | http://arbormarket.googlepages.com/hannewaldlamb |
A local raiser, with a Farmer's Market presence. The absolute best lamb I've ever cooked, and nice dog treats, too. | ||||
Smoked fish etc. | Durham's Tracklements | 212 East Kingsley Street Ann Arbor MI 48104 | 734-930-6642 | http://www.tracklements.com/contact.php |
Nationally-known source for great smoked fish and other smoked animals. In fact, a tiny hole in the wall on the north side of Kerrytown. Wonderful stuff. | ||||
Groceries | Busch's | various | various | http://buschs.com/ |
Although Busch's exhibits most of the faults of supermarkets, it is, at least, a local enterprise. If you absolutely, positively have to shop at a supermarket, these are slightly better than the other places. Not recommended for anything that perishes or comes in grades of quality, such as fish, meat, deli, or produce. |
And here are some places NOT to spend your money, for a variety of reasons.
Whole Foods: all marketing, all the time, with marginally better quality perishables than low-end supermarkets and a predatory approach to local competition. You spend more for what you buy and get far less value. Not a place to buy wine, either; if you can spell "Bordeaux," let alone pronounce it, you will know more than the wine staff.
Trader Joe's: just say no. There is nothing here that you want, and most of it is of very dubious provenance. Again, the staff know nothing that you don't already know.
Kroger's, Meier's, Wal-Mart, Sam's Club, Costco, etc. There is absolutely no viable cost/quality equation you can come up with that justifies shopping with these people. None. Don't try.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Just in time for holiday giving
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Video from someone who actually knows ...
Not again! More dinner shots
Frankly, doing chicken like this in the oven is second best -- the grill is the proper way to do it, but it's just too cold, snowy, and dark to do that, this time of year.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving
- The company I work for, for very good reasons, isn't able to outsource things to the Pac Rim or South Asia, meaning that I'm not likely to have to go there. (Unlike a previous gig, when I did.)
- Linda's job, when she was applying for it, was described as "0% travel," so nobody's likely to send her to Mumbai, either.
- Coney Dog doesn't have a passport, so ...
- You get the picture.
Next time I'm rambling on at dinner about how I wouldn't invest a dime of development work in a country that has both a sectarian and a Marxist revolution going on, maybe someone will listen. Probably not.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The miracle of the dogs
Don't laugh. Whole religions have been based on less ...
Occasionally, something that works well
www.ominousforeshadowing.com), and general can-o-whup-ass-opening (note that the more commonly heard term, "open up a can of whoop-ass," is absolutely incorrect and semantically ridiculous, as William Safire recently noted in his NYT column, "Who the f**k cares what William Safire thinks, anyway?"), it's nice to reflect on the one or two things that actually seem to be working.
No, that wouldn't be the various bail-out packages; nor any of the proposed paths to peace in the middle east, mid-west, or Midlothian, for that matter; nor the efforts by the government of North Korea to stay in the top six of America's worries (not kidding -- that is apparently a recognized goal of NK, never to be the number one on our hit parade, but to be four or five down on the list of things we have to concern ourselves with. I've worked for companies with that kind of strategy.) No, I'm thinking at the moment, anyway, of my recently-acquired Garmin GPS, with which I'm well pleased. I used to have a Garmin Quest, which was adequate, but had a user interface designed by a commitee of macaques, drunk on palm toddy. When it just quit working, I replaced it with a Garmin Nuvi 250. This little thing fixes all the complaints I had about the Quest, runs faster, and doesn't require downloading maps for different parts of the country.
Why do I need a GPS, you ask? Well, I find myself driving around the countryside in strange cities more than I used to, by myself, and it's useful not to have to fumble with maps while trying to not hit more than my limit of pedestrians and/or moose.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Bizarre feats of technology
Let's not forget the little guys
But in the afterglow of Obama's well-deserved victory, let's all pause to remember that our political system isn't just divided into Democrats and Republicans. America has a number of other parties, many of which, over the years, have fielded third-party candidates. For example, there's Ralph Nader who, for a self-serving, cynical, arrogant little prat, isn't, um, well, a quitter, I guess is what you can say about him. Ross Perot, the man who proved to the world that being rich and the head of a large corporation doesn't mean you know squat about leadership, domestic affairs, or foreign ones, ran as a third-party candidate. And of course, there was George Wallace, who ran for President on the American Independent Party ticket(AIP, pronounced just like it looks).
Of course, we shouldn't forget (although we'd like to) such mavericks as Ron Paul (an Ayn Rand fan and member of the Foreign Affairs committee of the House, despite believing that the US has no place in the UN or NATO) who is currently a Republican, but has run in the past as a Libertarian -- although strangely, his views on Liberty don't extend to reproductive choice.
Reaching further back, Teddy Roosevelt formed the Bull Moose party (or Progressive Party, as it preferred to be called), when he didn't get the 1912 GOP nomination. Its platform, in an uncanny foreshadowing, was titled "A Contract With the People," and had so many contradictions and anomalies that ... people loved it, enough to split the republican vote and give the election to the even-more-Progressive Democrats, Woodrow Wilson, in particular. (And we all know how well that worked out.)
And it goes on and on -- Wikipedia has a nice list of semi-organized wackos ... I mean, third parties, including such interesting groupings as:
The Modern Whig Party, a group so centrist that I couldn't really tell what it stands for, in the 30 or 40 seconds worth of research I was prepared to devote to it.
The Prohibition Party, which is exactly what you think it is. Apparently divided into two factions, the "pro-Dodge" and "anti-Dodge" groups. I selected one at random for the link, and frankly, I forget which one it is. If you figure it out, let me know, and explain what the one side has against Chrysler.
The Alaskan Independence Party, again, just what it sounds like (and a great idea, in my opinion.)
So the next time some Joe-the-Plumber, Joe Six-Pack, or (to steal a phrase from a friend of mine) Joe Bag-a-Donuts bellies up to the bar next to you and starts going on about how the damn two-party system is ruining the country, remember the wild and crazy guys and gals of our great third parties, and thank your ancestors none of 'em got elected.
Monday, November 3, 2008
A plug for a good outfit
I have volumes 1 to 3, just ordered #4, and will be on board when they get the final volume out. These are books for the truly obsessed, I admit, but I love having this sort of thing around.
Friday, October 31, 2008
What is this ad telling me?
Vorsprung durch Technik, by the way, translates to Projection/lead by technology. A better tag line might be, "Wir benötigen eine neue Anzeigenagentur," or "We need a new ad agency."
Veterinary Homeopathy
AN EMAIL from Andrew Rankine raises concerns about Dr Frank's Pet Pain Spray, a homeopathic treatment for cats and dogs suffering from arthritis. It set us ferreting around, and we soon found a discussion of the spray on James Randi's quack-busting website. Here we came across a notion that hadn't previously occurred to us, despite it being so obvious. Perhaps homeopathic treatments for animals are said to "work" not because the animals report feeling better - how could they? - but because their owners and the homeopaths who treat them report that they are better. It's the placebo effect again, but the effect is vicarious, working on the owners and homeopathic veterinarians, not the animals.
By way of an anecdotal example, a link on the Randi site takes us to a case report on the website of the wonderfully named British Veterinary Voodoo Society. Here "a veterinary surgeon from East Sussex" reports on a client who brought in a dog with a skin problem, but who refused to allow the vet to do the requisite tests. Instead, he announced he was "off to see the local homeopath". A couple of months later he returned with the dog, saying: "I just wanted to let you see what a brilliant job the homeopath did when you were completely useless."
The vet comments: "What could I say? The dog stood there, to my eyes actually slightly worse than it had been on the day I'd last seen it. Frankly, it looked just awful. But in the owner's eyes there had been a massive improvement. I think this is how homoeopathy 'works' in quite a lot of cases. Somebody wants to believe the animal is better, so it is better."
There is, however, a further possibility which is raised by one of the contributors to the Randi discussion. If the owner is happy because they believe a homeopathic treatment has made their dog better, then perhaps their happiness will make the dog feel happier too - and as the vicarious placebo effects bounce back and forth, perhaps all this happiness will assist the dog's recovery from the condition it is being treated for. So perhaps homeopathy for pets can sometimes "work" after all.
Or not. What would "work" would be criminal charges against the owner, in my opinion, same as we do when dietary extremists let their children starve to death.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Disappointing
Unfortunately, you google it and you get 173 hits already. Missed the boat again. But I'm going to put it on Urban Dictionary, anyway.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
A great headline
Thursday, October 23, 2008
That's a new one
After a few more minutes, we got underway. Sure enough, after we landed in Detroit, there was audible barking from the baggage hatch.
Poor guys -- I've flown from Detroit to Manila, and it wasn't fun, even in the cabin, let alone in a crate in the baggage. Come to think of it, maybe it would have been better in baggage ...
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Local boy makes good
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
More books from the fringes
Sunday, October 12, 2008
New cure for what ails ya
But this week, the HC spot was all that was available, so we made use of it. First, as we were getting out of the car, one of Ann Arbor's miserable meter persons (a thankless job if there ever was one) accosted us "to let us know that's a handicapped sp ... oh, never mind" as he actually bothered to look for a tag.
Then, as we dropped off one set of purchases and were heading off for another batch, a huge woman in a huge SUV asked essentially the same question, in a distinctly hostile tone.
So for the future guidance of the ill-bred, whose numbers around here appear to be increasing, yes, you can drive a 3-year old 350Z and still have cancer. No, nothing about owning a reasonably performant vehicle is proof against a permanent limp and a shaky knee.
Monday, October 6, 2008
More cookery
In my on-going quest to annoy everyone with images of food they didn't get to eat, here are a couple of shots of recent Domaine Ste. Melange de Berger kitchen output. Starters: a small plate with smoked trout (Durham's Tracklements), Arzua Ulloa cheese, roma tomatoes, toasted cumin mayo, and an olive or two. The other shot is braised rabbit with chasseur sauce and a corn n' peppers saute. And of course, our best customer.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Breaking scientific news
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Retrofitting a GAU 17
Now, there's a design for a ventrally-mounted, sensor-controlled gatling gun, operable by the crew chief (not the pilot). The gun is the GAU 17, a very standard 7.62mm (rifle calibre) rotary weapon, used on a wide range of aircraft, ships, and vehicles, both in our military and to a lesser extent in that of the UK. There's some demo video out there, if you're interested at all. Story at Defense Tech.
My only reason for posting this or caring, for that matter, is just that I find these retrofits interesting -- we learned in Vietnam that anything that flies low and slow and has the mission of landing in potentially hostile areas ("hot LZs") really ought to have forward firing weapons. Don't know how that escaped the attention of the designers.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Stories retold: Benihana Atlanta Culture Clash
Back in the eighties, I went to a convention in Atlanta, as the lone "headquarters" guy, teamed up with two young saleswomen from a small company we'd just acquired. Like many acquirees, they were nervous about the future, nervous about looking professional in front of the new owners, and so on. Although they were both from the south, neither knew anything about Atlanta, nor did I.
After the show floor closed, we headed out to find dinner, not knowing that downtown Atlanta rolled itself up at 5:00 -- instead of a cosmopolitan set of dining options, the area around the convention center seemed to be mostly emptied-out office buildings. We did, though, find a Benihana nearby and open.
I assume you know what a Benihana restaurant is: a corporate-teppanyaki-style Japanese place, where you sit around large tables, usually with other parties, and a cook prepares a limited set of dishes for you on a grill that's essentially part of the table. It's a kind of dining theatre that's old hat today, but was a more or less new thing in the US, back then.
We got seated, along with a group of self-conscious, dressed-up high school kids, and were talking about the day's work, when -- the drunkest woman in the world was seated with us. I don't know why they even let her in the door, but her state of complete intoxication was immediately apparent to us, her new dining companions. She sat down, looked dazedly around, and said, "Hell, I'm in a damn Chinese restaurant." I'm not going to try to do the dialect, here -- you'll just have to keep in mind that everything this person said was in a deep, deep southern accent, complete with multiple syllables where standard English would use but one; "damn" thus became "day-um."
Next, and before anyone could really absorb the magnitude of our friend's incapacitation, our chef arrived, and unfortunately for him, he was not of the expected ethnicity. In fact, he was South Asian, not Japanese. The drunk stared at him for a minute and then pointed out, "You ain't no Chinaman -- you're an A-rab." Everyone immediately looked away.
There followed a confused few minutes during which the chef tried to explain the menu (which was just a matter of choosing the kind of protein she wanted grilled.) Somehow, he managed to get her to agree that chicken would be OK, although he could probably have gotten her to order mongoose, if he'd wanted to. But as he began to do his knife skills thing, she began to have second thoughts. She turned to me (it was my honor to have the seat next to her) and asked, "They ain't going to kill that chicken right here in front of us, are they?"
"Yes," I said, "and be glad you didn't order beef."
At this point, my memory of the precise sequence of events becomes a bit hazy. I remember the saleswoman seated on my other side elbowing me, not wanting to see me make things any worse than they were (both of my companions were mortified, it later turned out, that their new Yankee owners were seeing such a sordid side of the New South.) And I remember the restaurant staff removing the drunk -- why it took them that long to realize what they had on their hands is baffling. But it remains one of my fondest memories of that innocent time, when things were still a blend of yuppified and stupefied.
How not to write history
Hore is ex-Royal Navy, associate editor of Warships International Fleet Review (whose website could do with a bit of proofing, itself), and "eight books." His writing, what of it I've read, is full of strange assertions and bizarre opinions, (viz, streamlining bulges on today's merchant ships and chin-mounted sonar on ASW craft are somehow descendants in naval architecture of late nineteenth century rams), but I have to presume that even he knows when Trafalgar was really fought.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
End of summer panic
As the summer dwindles, I get cravings for summer flavors -- knowing that soon we'll be reduced to stews, steaks, and so on, and the vegetables in particular will go to hell in a handcart. Here's last night's act of desperation, Jody Adams' grilled fish with a basil-potato puree' and grilled heirloom tomatoes. No rouget to be had, nor any striped bass, either, so we went with farmed rainbow trout instead. The brown things are nicoise olives scattered around.
More on autism
Monday, September 1, 2008
plus ça change ...
An old colleague from our days in the tape backup biz was in town, and without giving it much thought (although it was Friday,) we decided to go to the fabled Old Town (a.k.a, the Odd Town Tavern, famed in story and song, but mostly in the Wood-Charles News Service.) Lo and behold, we were seated at the same old long table in the back, under the same old nude painting. The same old Liz (not that old - certainly not as old as the nude painting, anyway) was on hand, as she used to be. We ate peanuts, drank beer, and told the same old stories of life in the world of employment.
Afterward, we went to the Wine Bar at the Earle, a block away, and were waited on by Felipe, another Old Town alumnus. Except for the fact that they fled the decaying urban grittiness of downtown Ann Arbor for the sanitary tracts of Zeeb Road and I-94, we could have made a real night of it and ended up at Metzger's. The only real change of any import is that you can now see where we were on Google streets, since they've thoughtfully photo'ed the whole bleedin' town.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Momentarily excited
But then I thought, "Wait, he's not a US citizen."
A mind is a terrible thing ...
John Fogarty
Left a good job in the city,
lurkin' in a barn every night an' day
Bob Dylan
I ain't gonna lurk in Maggie's barn no more
David Allen Coe
Take this barn and shove it, I ain't lurkin' here no more
Traditional
I've been lurkin' in the barnyard ...
Dolly Parton
Lurking nine to five
Hay up to the ceiling
Crouching in a barn
With a rustic feeling
Loverboy
Everybody's lurking on the weekend,
Everybody's lurking in a barn ...
John Lennon
As soon as you're born they stick you in a manger,
And everything they do just makes you feel stranger,
Till you just cultivate an aura of danger,
A lurking class hero is something to be
Herman's Hermits
Babbadeebiddy DOOO.
Well I was lurking in the barn
(Late last night!)
When all the window shades were drawn
(Way down tight!)
I heard the raucous serenade
Of idiots on parade
(Idiots idiots idiots idiots on parade!)
Bachman-Turner Overdrive
I've been taking care of business, what's the harm?
Taking care of business and lurking in a barn
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Ran across my copy ...
CAMPBELL'S NEW BOOK SHOCKS, INSTRUCTS
Managing AFS: Andrew File System
Richard Campbell,
Prentice Hall
Reviewed by: J. Francis McLuggage
Ann Arbor: I come away from "Managing AFS," Richard Campbell's new ... what? Novel? Autobiography? Prose Poem? ... thinking of nothing so much as Dos Passos' USA Trilogy. The work shifts, sometimes gently. sometimes with wrenching suddenness, from narrative to stream of consciousness, much as Dos Passos slipped back and forth between the lives of his fictional characters, biographical sketches of Woodrow Wilson and Samuel Gompers, and the lyrical, autobiographical sections he called "The Camera's Eye." Just so does Campbell weave his tale of "Andrew," the lonely, androgynous nexus of "Managing." And as we slip into and out of the disturbing, disturbed universe of Campbell's manufacture, so we come to feel like Dos Passos' Camera -- an eye, dispassionately observing.
In the beginning, "Andrew," is born of bohemian parents, caught up in the moment of drugs and casual sex on and around the Carnegie-Mellon campus ("... clients could mount practically anything, anywhere they wanted ...") We are gradually led to know that money was tight, mostly by the author's obsessive repetition of the (oddly misspelled) word, "cash." This concern with position is echoed in Andrew's often-expressed desire to be "well-connected" -- or is it another, perhaps darker, kind of connection he wishes for? Although political dogma is not a central feature of the book, there are hints that the young Andrew may have been dabbling. For example, he muses, apparently to himself (or possibly to "Vice," one of his dream- companions), "There is no ultimate limit to the size of a cell..." A cell in cold stone reality? A cell in an underground movement? Or the cell of mind? Is this a political tactic or a despairing comment on the futility of enlightenment? We are left to decide.
By mid-book, as Andrew matures, we find him struggling with the dualities of his responsibility. He tries to justify to himself the compromises he's made with his life, saying to David, another possibly imaginary interlocutor, "The rules are simple and sensible." But he also admits his rationalization of circumstances: "Once you are on a read-write path, it is difficult to get off." And again, "If you've made your cell visible to the outside world, it is difficult to make it invisible." "... the threads continue forever once started ..."
Later on, David reappears in what is probably a fantasy sequence involving folk dancing. Campbell effortlessly, in an almost Joycean voice, encapsulates an entire evening's pastime with the two-word phrase, "klog david." The joyful abandon of the moment soon turns to remorse, though: "... poor decisions will turn into immutable legacies." The sinister Ethan threatens blackmail, and Andrew is driven to contemplate black crimes: "Ethan's personal groups can be deleted outright ..."
Particularly impressive is Campbell's subtle weaving of psychological thematic material with changes in Andrew's mood and mind. From a deep, almost pathological worry about money, his character can go to a childlike, playful fatalism over it, repeating, "dcachehits, dcachemisses...," Andrew-speak for easy come, easy go.
What bothers the thoughtful reader, though, no matter how impressed he is with the structure or craftsmanship of Campbell's work, is the theist implications that -- perhaps -- poke their heads, like unwanted philosophical woodchucks, up from the humanist mainstream of Andrew's life-tale. Is there a God? Is Andrew God? Is the commune of information a kind of God in itself? We wonder, as the book concludes with a suggestion that Andrew's destiny is to become, "... a ubiquitous resource, omnipresent and dependable."
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Richard Campbell is a founding member (some would say the founder) of the Ann Arbor Drinking and Thinking Society and a boating enthusiast. He runs a Manhattan-area Bed and Breakfast. "Managing AFS" is his first novel.
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Ed. note: Shortly before going to press, we received an angry note from Mr. Campbell, claiming that our reviewer had completely misunderstood his book. In Campbell's view, it's a technical volume about some kind of computer thing or other. What the hell does he know? If we allow artists to start determining the meaning of their work, think of the impact on the humanities industry. You want a lot of unemployed Art Historians and English Lit PhDs wandering around downtown Ann Arbor, getting run over by Mini-vans and undertipping the wait staff? Jeez.
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Sunday, August 24, 2008
Art imitating life, apparently
Well, turns out that the room full of monkeys on typewriters that make up the translators of ancient Latin texts have given us at least one ancient with exactly that name: Silius Italicus. Ran across him in a book on the Etruscans, about whom he apparently had something to say. According to easily available sources (the only kind I consult,) Silius was a kind of proto Robert McNamara, doing bad things for a while, then being really sorry about it, later on. Look him up on the net, if you're interested (either of 'em, Silius or McNamara, don't matter to me.)
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Covert gear for waterfowling
First, there's the Webfoot Confidence Cow Decoy Apparently, you wear or crouch inside this thing in order to sneak up on unsuspecting ducks. And even more importantly, there's Quivering Duck Butts. Just in time for holiday giving. In fact, the catalog has page after page of this stuff, all to help you outwit ... ducks. Now, I'm a lapsed hunter, myself, and I certainly have no moral qualms about hunting, but if I was as unsure of myself as to believe I needed all this disinformation gear, just to run a fast one on a duck, I think I'd hang up my 12 gauge.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Archaeologists aren't historians, apparently
"Although it's interesting that the wrecks of the Kormoran and HMAS Sydney have been located (Archaeology, July/August, pp11) , I should point out that the Sydney was not a "battle cruiser." That term refers to a type of fighting ship built in small numbers, primarily during the naval arms race that preceded World War One. A battle cruiser was in size and armament similar to a battleship, faster, and with much reduced armor. By the second world war, when the Sydney - Kormoran engagement took place, there were only a few remaining battle cruisers in service -- HMS Hood was an example, and some authors would include the German "pocket battleships" Scharnhorst and Gneisenau. The Sydney, in contrast, was a light cruiser, virtually without armor, and armed with weapons roughly the equivalent of those on the Kormoran. Had she been a battle cruiser, the chances of the Kormoran sinking her would have been vanishingly small.
Finally, your editors should note that it's not proper to refer to a British commonwealth warship as "the" HMAS Sydney, since the acronym means His (Her) Majesty's Australian Ship; use of the definite article is thus syntactically incorrect."
This month, they ran a tiny correction.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Just on the off chance ...
Later versions, both audio-only and a live stage version, performed in the US when Python were on tour, tweak the dialog a bit, substituting, for example, a more explicit adverb in the phrase "I don't care how excrementally runny it is, hand it over with all speed." Nevertheless, the version linked here remains the original, doctrinally pure reading of the text.
For those interested, culinary concerns were a continuing thread in the work of M. Python, ranging from such oblique references as the fish-slapping dance to the more thoroughly explored themes of deliberately-introduced harmful substances and the iconic rat tart exposition.
A helpful suggestion
As a comic, in all seriousness (as Eugene Levy's character, Bobby Bitman, used to say,) if I were in charge of McCain's advertising, I'd really question the wisdom of an ad showing his opponent as the center of adoring attention.
In an even more comic, though apparently true, development, the Hiltons are upset about the ad, which features news footage of what McCain thinks are Obama-like celebrities, such as ... yes, Paris Hilton.
Thanks to our favorite Saturday morning entertainment, Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, for bringing this to our attention.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Can you identify this building?
Yes, friends, it's Carnegie Mellon University's Software Engineering Institute, home of CMMI-DEV, CMMI-ACQ, and soon, CMMI-SVC. I just got back from a week there, drinking the Kool-aid. Go ahead, ask me what maturity level risk management is assigned to. Ask me the difference between a managed and defined process. Go 'head, Command Sargeant Major, whip it to me. I know my shit. (Michael Casey, Obscenities)
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Nothing much to add ...
Sunday, July 6, 2008
More questionable publishing ventures
- Blacklisted by History: the untold story of Joseph McCarthy and his fight against America's enemies, by M. Stanton Evans; the thesis of this book is claimed to be that McCarthy was not "... a lying Communist (sic) witch hunter and bully ..." Huh. Could have fooled me.
- Polk: the man who transformed the presidency and America, by Walter R. Borneman. "...the reasons why he was one of America's most astute and powerful presidents." Again: Huh.
- Not one but two bios of Walt Disney, for Christ's sake
- Rocky Marciano: The Rock of His Times, by Russell Sullivan. Reading about a boxer has to be right up there with watching golf on TV.
- Lion of Hollywood: the Life and Legend of Louis Mayer, by Scott Eyman Perhaps appropriately sandwiched on the page between the Marciano book and the one following.
- Blackshirt: Sir Oswald Mosley and British Fascism, by Stephen Doril. For the record, this book isn't, apparently, any kind of an apology for Mosley, but you still won't like the ending (Mosley didn't get hanged, post-war, as he certainly should have been.)
- Again on the same page, one above the other: Young Stalin, by Simon Sebag Montefiore and Richard M. Nixon: A Life in Full, by Conrad Black. Two in the series, Great Paranoid National Leaders.
And of course, if biographies of the wild n' wacky aren't your thing, there's the usual crop of books by wackos in their own right:
- Non-violence: The History of a Dangerous Idea, by Mark Kurlanski. "... argues that any war could have been avoided by non-violent means ..." Perhaps uncoincidentally, the same page offers Profiles in Folly: History's Worst Decisions, by Alan Axelrod. If you read the first, I'd suggest following up with the second, just as an antidote.
- And finally, just to reassure us that the likes of Barry Fell are still with us, there's 1434: The Year a Magnificent Chinese Fleet Sailed to Italy and Ignited the Renaissance, by Gavin Menzies. Mr. Menzies, you should know, is also the author of a book called 1421: The Year China Discovered America, which claims, among other things, that Verrazano saw Chinese people in Rhode Island in 1542. There are many, many theorists of this ilk, and they make great reading, as long as you keep firmly in mind that they're barking mad.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Tree Trouble
So 8:00 PM, Wednesday night, I'm sitting on the couch and the weather is getting dicey outside. Suddenly, the wind picks up, and all hell breaks loose. | |
Basically, a giant old box elder tree, right at the corner of four lots, finally came apart. A few years back, part of it came down on a neighbor's house, but the result was nothing like this. The pictures here are from today, Saturday, after the tree crew has been by and cleaned up enough for the utility to get to the downed power lines. | |
The weight of the tree on the wires snapped the 70-year-old utility pole like a twig. We had fence damage, some damage to gutters -- not sure yet if there's any roof damage. The insurance folks will be around next week to look into it. | |
Power was off for about 30 hours, give or take. The ironic thing was that our sparkling new generator was one of the things buried under pieces of tree, so it did us no good. If you've been in our back yard, you'll recognize that it's essentially full -- a whole yard full of tree shards. Sometime next week. a tree service will be coming to rectify that. |
WRT box elders, Dirr's Hardy Trees and Shrubs spends a couple of paragraphs damning them with faint praise: "For those areas of the country where tree culture is fraught with difficulty, this species can be recommended." (Trans: if nothing else will grow, try a box elder.) "Wood is subject to breakage ..." (Trans: Duck and cover!)
Drink for thought
"The specter of globalization that is so often used to frighten French
winemakers is really only a concern for those who have chosen to compete
with ‘new world’ wines. It doesn't aƒect winemakers who are driven
by conviction, philosophy, or passion. They've chosen the high road and will
be fine.” —Antoine Arena
Arena is a Corsican wine maker. I'll be checking with Matt at Morgan and York to see if any this stuff is going to make it to Michigan.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Hidden clues to failure
Anyway, not to make this too long and drawn out, it's always amusing to speculate on the reasons why a book that was published at, say, $39.95, is available from Daedalus for $3.98. Some, however, don't require speculation. Consider the following, quoted from the most recent catalog:
- Are men necessary? By Maureen Dowd.
- Glass: A Portrait, by Robert Maycock. "Philip Glass occupies a unique place in modern classical composition." Yes, yes he does. Quite Unique.
- Horse Housekeeping: Everything you need to know to keep a horse at home, by Margaret and Michael Korda.
- Mimomania: Music and Gesture in Nineteenth Century Opera, by Mary Ann Smart. "Mimomania is a thoughtful meditation on the persistence and transformation of the musical mimicry of bodily gesture ..." I got your bodily gesture right here!
- The Quotable Farm Animal, Ed. by Amy Glaser
- The Whole Hog: Exploring the Extraordinary Potential of Pigs, by Lyall Watson
- The Bastard Boy, by James Wilson. "Who is the Bastard Boy, and why are so many people intent on keeping Ned from finding him?"
- Curiosity Killed the Cat Sitter, by Blaize Clement. "Checking in on her favorite gray Abyssinian cat, Ghost, she's found a man drowned in the cat's water bowl."
- Gascoyne, by Stanley Crawford. "... hunting down the killer -- last seen slithering away from the crime scene in a tree sloth costume ..."
- Hanna's Daughters, by Marianne Fredricksson. "This sweeping story traces 100 years of Scandinavian history ..."
- (And my favorite this month) The Last Templar, by Raymond Khoury. "... the book leaps (from the 13th century) to post- 9/11 Manhattan, when four horsemen in Templar garb burst into the Metropolitan Museum of Art and make off with ..."
This sort of thing helps explain why modern yoof don't read much, anymore.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Oddly ... odd
Anyway, got a dog here on my office couch, so I better attend to her. She doesn't look as though she needs therapy, but you never know ...
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Recent Reading
Once again, on the assumption that anyone gives a damn, here are some things from the recent reading list:
- War At Sea in the Ironclad Age, by Richard Hill. A nice little paperback survey of the transitional era of naval architecture (roughly 1860 to 1905), when countries were still working out the best uses of armor and steam. Although I don't actually know any steampunks, I would think this book would be a must read for them. (Ever wonder what a Scotch Boiler is? You'll find pictures and explanations here.) Odd, 3-D maps of various obscure naval battles, too, like Lissa, the Yellow Sea, and the bombardment of Sveaborg.
- Counselor: a life at the edge of history, by Ted Sorensen. Sorensen was "Kennedy's speech writer," as virtually all descriptions of him begin, but he was much more, essentially an intellectual troubleshooter for JFK. If you're a fan of the 50's and 60's, as I am, you may want to give this a shot, despite the occasionally self-justifying passages.
- My Battle of Algiers: a memoir, by Ted Morgan. Morgan is the author formerly known as Sanche de Gramont, a name he changed in the process of severing his connections with his native France and generally well-born origins. Another 50's book, complementary to St. Michael and the dragon; Memoirs of a paratrooper, by Pierre Leulliette, unfortunately out of print.
- Wars of National Liberation, by Daniel Moran. One of the John Keegan-edited Smithsonian History of Warfare series. Moran writes like an historian, unfortunately, with the last chapter (on recent insurgencies and their like) being especially weedy -- almost as though he was trying not to take any very recognizable position, since we don't know who's going to "win" yet, in places like Afghanistan, Chechnya, et al. But on the earlier conflicts, including Algeria, Indochina, and Africa, it's at least a useful survey. Nice maps, too.
Upcoming reading (as in, books I'm about to start)
- An Edge in the Kitchen, by Chad Ward. A big, beautifully researched book on cutlery. If you cook, you need to know this stuff.
- Literary Feasts, edited by Sean Brand. A collection of meals from literature, sent by my son and daughter-in-law for Father's day. Looks great.
Another Euphemism
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
What do you want to be?
"... when I asked my students about their [career] aspirations, the first boy yelled, 'When I grow up, I want to be a foreigner!'"
Friday, May 23, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thinking about rocks
"Rock Leasing"
Now, I knew times were getting hard, but I thought most people could still afford to buy outright.
Made me think, though, about other stone-age businesses we could start:
Chock full 'o chert
Good Schist, Inc.
We gypsum (law offices)
House of Pumice
Alluvial fan clubs
Whataya think? Got more ideas?
Old stuff
Overheard in various parts of the world:
"We don't even have it hardly like we used to."
"low-flying fruit"
"She has the brain of a doughnut..."
"... And it's two o'clock in the morning, and I'm going, 'I don't even know what an algorithm is! ... I bought $500 worth of books, and they're all black and white pages, full of words and numbers ..." Graphic artist, overheard describing her one try at programming.
"I'll make you a leader if I have to kick your butt all over this church building!"
Like Car Talk, here are some members of our staff:
Our Vietnamese - German - Afghan media critic: Hau Bohring Izzat
Our Mid-east anonymous restaurant reviewer Hassan al Reddy bin Deir
Out folk music expert, Fayaid Al' hammer
Our Pho chef, Breakfast Nguk
Our Sarbanes-Oxley compliance team is five guys named Donald: Don Aske, Don Telle, Don Geaudare, Don-Luke Tooclosely, and Don Wannaknow, with our deminutive French compliance officer, "Standards" Toulouse.
Our Portugese chef: Luca Howbeautiful
Our Recall coordinator: Dayall Doodat
Our Carburator technician: Norma-Lee Aspirated
Our Hot tub installer: Jacques Kuzzie
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Thoughts of Pie
We find that pies, from the Achatz Pie Company, are a crucial part of our lives, and we went looking for something to showcase their fruity goodness. As is so often the case, the Ann Arbor Potter's Guild sale had just the thing: these vaguely Mayan-looking triangular plates from Sue Woestehoff.
As an aside, some other potters we like and whose goods are in daily use on our table:
Beverly Allport
Gail Dapogny
Dorie Mickelson
Inge Merlin
Cher Rusling
Sue Steel
This is as creative as I get, these days
Anglo-Franco-Italian Fettucine in Cheddar Sauce with Peas and Escargot
Date 2008 05 11
Copyright 2008 Culinary Intelligence, Inc.
Serves 2
Ingredients
- 1 recipe fresh pasta, cut to fettuccine
- 1/2 cup fresh English peas
- 1/2 pint heavy cream
- 1/4 cup whole milk
- 1/4 cup English-style cheddar, grated
- 1/8 cup reggiano, grated
- 1 garlic clove, peeled and halved
- 1/2 TSP beef stock concentrate
- 12 large escargot
- salt and pepper, butter and olive oil
Preparation
Shell the peas. Make, rest, roll, and cut the pasta.
Firing
Bring a large pot of water to a boil, for the pasta.
Add milk, cream, garlic, and beef stock to a large sauce pan, over low heat. Cook for 20 minutes, making sure it doesn’t boil.
In another sauce pan, boil the peas in well-salted water for 8 to 10 minutes. Set aside.
In a small sauté pan, heat olive oil and butter; sauté the escargot (I assume you’re using canned, cooked snails) until warmed through.
A few minutes before serving, add the pasta to its stock pot. Add the grated cheese to the sauce, stir and allow to melt; adjust seasoning with salt and pepper. Discard the garlic, drain the pasta, and combine with sauce and peas. Garnish with the escargot.
Notes
Omit the snails if you prefer – small clams or shrimp would be an acceptable substitute.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Dodge Magnum?
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Porsche Speedster | Talbot Lago |
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1995 Saturn SW2 (seriously, if you don't know what this kit is copying, you need remedial 1960s training.) | Sort of a Morgan |
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1936 Auburn Boattail | Lotus Eleven |
All of these are replicas, powered and underpinned by modern engines and frames. All are more reliable, better handling, and more powerful than the cars they simulate (notice I didn't say anything about "safer.") And these are just the standouts -- Lotus 7 replicas abound, street rods are everywhere, and if you've got a spare pickup truck lying around, you can make a Humvee out of it. What's my point? None, I'm just pleased that this stuff is out there. For a nice illustrated list of kit cars, see this site. And don't blame me if you show up for work next week driving a $75,000 kit car Willys coupe, based on a 1972 Piaggio Ape donor. No warrantee is expressed or implied.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Sorry for the silence
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Coincidence Engine Working Well
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Why dogs don't talk to us
I do actually own a camcorder, plus a small digital camera with a video capture option, and maybe one of these days I'll post something made with one of them.
Casualty Stats Question Effectiveness of Future Surge
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Odd product of the month
Imagine being the dog on this side of the fence. Or if both pet owners installed these things, each intruding into the other's airspace.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
So far, so good
Anyway, back to the salt mines, designing process improvements and, (as Maxwell Smart would say) Loving It!
Here, by the way, is what someone looks like, 100+ days after one of these treatments. The beard and mustache are coming back, not clear whether the hair will. |
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
MRI accidents
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The object in the shot on the right appears to be an IV pole; hope it wasn't hooked up to a patient when they wheeled him or her in.
While looking for something else ...
Friday, March 21, 2008
#317 in a series: why I hate Michigan
I hate this, I hate it, I hate it. It's March 21, for Christ's sake! (Although we did go camping only a couple of hundred miles north of here one May 1st and got six inches of wet snow between 4:00 and 8:00 PM. Broke tent poles and everything. But that was aberrent. This has been the norm, this year.)