Recommended reading?

This could be interesting — Mark Pilgrim has set up a Recommended Reading script that analyses your web page, and then suggests other sites that you might find worth reading. I ran it on The Long Letter, and came up with a an interesting list of sites to check. About half I already read, but I may need to add the other half to my newsreader.

Everything old is new again

So, over the past few weeks, it’s been announced that Henry Kissinger is heading up the 9/11 inquiry, and John Poindexter is the new head of the Total Information Awareness office. And we’re supposed to accept these announcements as good decisions?

When in office, Henry Kissinger organized massive deceptions of Congress and public opinion. The most notorious case concerned the “secret bombing” of Cambodia and Laos and the unleashing of unconstitutional methods by Nixon and Kissinger to repress dissent from this illegal and atrocious policy. But Sen. Frank Church’s commission of inquiry into the abuses of U.S. intelligence, which focused on illegal assassinations and the subversion of democratic governments overseas, was given incomplete and misleading information by Kissinger, especially on the matter of Chile. Rep. Otis Pike’s parallel inquiry in the House (which brought to light Kissinger’s personal role in the not-insignificant matter of the betrayal of the Iraqi Kurds, among other offenses) was thwarted by Kissinger at every turn, and its eventual findings were classified. In other words, the new “commission” will be chaired by a man with a long, proven record of concealing evidence and of lying to Congress, the press, and the public.

— Slate, “The Latest Kissinger Outrage — Why is a proven liar and wanted man in charge of the 9/11 investigation? (via Antipixel)

Some people are suspicious that the degenerate Poindexter’s Total Information Awareness system will be used to harass and track the activities of people who some significant fraction of society disagree with. They fear a replacement of today’s general tolerance (and official blindness to one’s Bill-of-Rights-protected activities such as speech and association), with specific harassment of those whose names pop up in the database. Such harassment of people who are not reasonably suspected of criminal activity would destroy much of value in our society, such as the presumption of innocence and the “live and let live” philosophy that encourages diversity. Offering dissidents “a death of a thousand cuts” by constantly harassing them and denying them the privileges of ordinary life would be far worse than charging them with a (bogus) crime, which they could clear up merely by demonstrating their innocence in court.

It would be good to have an early public demonstration of just how bad life could become for such targeted citizens. While ratfink’s system is probably not working yet, and a large part of it is classified, much of it can be manually simulated for demonstration purposes. Public records can be manually searched and then posted to the net by people who happen to be looking there for something else. Many Internet public records search sites also exist; try searching for “People finder”. (Matt Smith at matt.smith@sfweekly.com has offered to “publish anything that readers can convincingly claim to have obtained legally”.) Photographs and videos of the target, their house, car, family, and associates, can be made and circulated to demonstrate facial recognition techniques.

Eyeballing Total Information Awareness (via Aaron Swartz)

I think if I could cringe any more violently, I’d implode.

I’m not surprised

I do not need to explain why I say things. That’s the interesting thing about being the President. Maybe somebody needs to explain to me why they say something, but I don’t feel like I owe anybody an explanation.

— Pres. George W. Bush (via Tom Tomorrow)

God is good

And God said, “You have hot water, and can take a bath.”

— sign on the front door of my apartment building

‘Bout damn time, too!

I’m back

I had an absolutely wonderful and very relaxing Thanksgiving weekend with Prairie and her family. Details and pictures will be up later on, probably this evening.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Okay, so it’s slightly early, but that’s okay. I’m heading out in a matter of a couple hours or so to spend Thanksgiving weekend with my friend Prairie and her family down in Portland, so probably won’t be around to make updates until Sunday night or so.

‘Cause my updates have just been so slam-bang, mile-a-minute frequent lately.

Hrm. Right. Anyway.

Have a good Thanksgiving — more when I get back!

Now there’s an image for ya.

I’ve got tears in my eyes from laughing right now…

I once had a Beige G3 300, and a spider of some description decided that the ethernet port seemed like a pretty attractive living space.

One day, I could not for the life of me figure out why the ethernet port wasn’t working. I got round the back of the computer, and noticed a little bit of what appeared to be plastic thread hanging out. I pulled, and pulled and pulled, and I swear I pulled out the longest fucking piece of spider web you’ll ever see.

— hype7, on /.

You think you were surprised — I’m envisioning the world’s most alarmed spider as you pull thread out of its ass as fast as it can produce it. Now there’s an image for ya.

— Myco, on /.

Dreams are odd

I had a dream last night that I was DJ’ing at a dance somewhere, with a lot of high-school age kids asking me for lots of bad rap. Unfortunately, all I had with me was bad techno (not even good techno), because I’d accidentally packed one of my music cases with boxes of cereal, instead of CD’s.

Odd.

The Captain Crunch was goood, though.

NyQuil yay!

Just when I was going to work on actually popping my head in here more frequently than I have of late, I’ve managed to come down with a fairly nasty cold. Ugh, bleah, and pffffffffffffft.

Ah, well. Hopefully it won’t last too long.

Hooray for NyQuil — the sneezing, sniffling, coughing, aching, “How the hell did I wake up on the kitchen floor?” medicine!

Karen by Night

Just a silly little song that I hadn’t heard in a while that popped into my headphones during work today, as a way for me to start actually posting here again, after a few busy weeks.

Karen, she’s my boss at the shoe store —
we sell to the rich on Madison Avenue.
I come in late from Brooklyn on the F train,
Karen says, “Honey, make this your last time.”
But we like her, she’s firm but approachable,
dresses in style, pretty conservative.
We ask her, “Hey, come out with us after work?”
Karen she always declines…

And we talk about
Karen by night.
We imagine she must lead a very dull life,
with just a cat and a book by her side.
We know her by day but we don’t know
Karen by night.

In the stockroom searching for a 9B,
I overheard Karen whisper on the phone.
She said, “Meet me at the club —
there’s a shipment coming in,
and I can’t pull this one off alone.”
Well, I didn’t know what to think —
Was my mind playing tricks?
Was there more to this Karen then realized?
I had to know so I followed her home,
I could not believe my eyes!

And then I saw
Karen by night!
The leather comes out under the moonlight,
takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike —
looking like young Marlon Brando,
Karen by night.

Saw her leaning on the bar with a drink in hand,
and a cigarette dangling from her bright red lips.
She looked like she was looking for someone,
like she was looking for a fight.
Then a young blonde buck walked in,
she grabbed him by the collar,
kissed him hard on the mouth
and slapped him on the cheek!
Then I thought she spied me in the corner of her eye,
so I ran outside, but all night all I could think about was…

Karen by night!

The next morning, I’m late as usual,
Karen’s there fresh as a daisy.
She says with a smile, “Why, you look like hell —
and where you last night?”

Karen by night!
Imagine she must lead a very dull life,
with just a cat or a book by her side.
We know her by day but we don’t know
Karen by night!
The leather comes out under the moonlight,
takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike,
Looking like Marlon Brando —
Looking like young Marlon Brando.
Wish I could be more like
Karen by night.

Looking like young Marlon Brando
(not like the old fat Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now),
Karen by night!

— Jill Sobule, “Karen by Night