More with the holiday seasoning
It’s This-or-That Tues — er, Thursday….
It’s This-or-That Tues — er, Thursday….
A fine (long) essay by Steven Den Beste about how, warts and all, the US has come an incredibly long way when it comes to freedom and equality. Perfection? Absolutely…
A fine (long) essay by Steven Den Beste about how, warts and all, the US has come an incredibly long way when it comes to freedom and equality.
Perfection? Absolutely not. But a hell of a lot better than things once were (or, in most places, still are). As we consider (justly) concerns over Homeland Security, we should keep that in mind, too.
It’s time for this week’s Thursday Thumb-Twiddler….
It’s time for this week’s Thursday Thumb-Twiddler.
Margie’s folks have a Mac. They’ve had one since I’ve known them, all the way back to the cute little Mac Plus era, when if you wanted something that was…
Margie’s folks have a Mac.
They’ve had one since I’ve known them, all the way back to the cute little Mac Plus era, when if you wanted something that was graphical and friendly to use, the Mac was where it’s at. Plus, they had Mac-knowledgeable people providing them support, since while my father-in-law can build an entertainment center from scratch, a computer technician he’s not.
That’s my job.
Well, it used to be my job. It’s been [too many] years since I was regularly cracking open cases and swapping parts and all that good techie stuff. My paycheck doesn’t mind, but it gets a bit harrowing when it comes to my turn in the “Family Support Game.” You know that game. “Oh, you’re a [fill in the blank]. Can you look at my [fill in the blank]?” Whether it’s “contractor/sagging deck” or “doctor/inflamed throat” or “computer guy/failing computer,” it’s part of the great social economy that Margie and I have benefited by, and therefore must provide benefit to.
So, they limped along for many years with woefully underpowered machines. Finally, a couple of years ago, they got one of the first, lowest-end iMacs. The cute little all-in-one units, in turquoise.
Well and good.
Except the CD drive has gone out. Well, that sucks.
And Apple has never liked folks to individually service their machines, so it was either the Ks take their iMac into the shop, or someone else fix it.
Meet the designated-through-attrition “someone else.”
Now, I’ve been complaining for over a year (since last Christmas, at least) that in addition to a lowest-end machine, they’re hobbled with Netscape 4.7. Which means, among other things, that they can’t really read this blog, since 4.7 doesn’t do CSS. (It gets frelled on some Javascript stuff, too.)
But I can’t really do anything about it without a damned CD drive. Yeah, I can try downloading Netscape 7 from the web … over their, ah, rather sketchy 28k line (it’s not the modem, it’s the line that limits them to about 28k). Or I can order the CD … which needs a working CD drive.
Following me here?
So Saturday, at the independent behest of both Jim and Ginger, I headed over to Fry’s. Fry’s is unique among most computer stores in that it even has a Mac section. This has been another cross, finding anything computer-related as a gift for them. The marginalization of the Mac as a platform, especially for low-end entry-level machines, is wildly (and sadly) obvious to anyone who is not a Mac aficionado and is shopping for Mac-related stuff.
Another strike.
So, I find the Mac section. Lots of incredibly cool-looking, cool-sounding equipment. Lots of clear plastic, chromed surfaces, and the sort of stuff on display that makes a former Mac-owner like me drool a lot.
But that’s all the high-end gew-gaws. When it comes to the parts …
Well, what Jim and Ginger both wanted was a CD-RW. And they badly need one, almost as badly as a CD. So that’s what I was shopping for, an external (no case-cracking) CD-RW for their iMac.
All the ones they had in the Mac section required Firewire. Their low-end Mac … well, did it have a Firewire port? I know it had a phone jack, and USB ports (both full), but did it have Firewire?
I asked one of the helpful Fry’s guys. Why, yes, of course it does. Which is a good thing, because all the USB-based CD-RWs in the PC section all have very prominent “For Windows PCs only!” stickers.
(Yes, I’m sure there’s any of a dozen ways I could have finessed this. But I’m only a 3rd Level Technician, maybe a 4th Level one, still — and the levels keep draining away.)
Get home.
Nope, no Firewire port.
Damn.
And I’m at a Best Buy the next day, and I’m now noting that all the CD-RW drives they have there that indicate any support for the Mac all require OS/9.1 or above.
Jim and Ginger have OS/9.0.
I could upgrade them, of course.
With a CD drive.
Oh, and Netscape 7? That runs on OS/8.6 … but OS/9.1 or higher is highly recommended.
Now, I’d joked earlier in the week that they really needed a plain ol’ Windows PC. And Ginger shocked me by mentioning that they practically had one — they had a system box, plus keyboard and mouse (but no monitor) that was being donated by Ginger’s company to a local school, but that through various (legitimate) methods had been obtained by them.
And, frankly, they weren’t at all averse to switching to Windows. They both use them at their offices, and their perception (accurate, I think) is that the overwhelming advantage that Macs had several years ago, in terms of stability and quality of the OS, have narrowed beyond the point of the hassle they’re going through in trying to deal with their Mac.
So … for Christmas we wrapped up a new flatscreen monitor for the PC, and I offered to build them a Windows PC, functioning, by the end of our stay here.
God have mercy on my soul.
Before the flames begin, let me get two things straight.
First, I think Macs are still keen. Apple has made some faboo machines, glorious to look at, and even pretty spiffy to use. I think the gap has objectively narrowed between Windows and Mac machines, certainly over the past decade. Whether it has completely closed is an argument I don’t care to get into because it’s not one I can argue well. For high-end users, it’s certainly an interesting debate.
The issue at hand is not whether Hypothetical User X would be better served by a new top-flight Mac or a Windows machine. It’s whether these Particular Users (my in-laws) would be better served by the bottom-line iMac they presently own or by a rebuilt Windows machine, in terms of what they need, what service (professional or casual) they can obtain, and what the rest of us can buy them as Christmas presents.
I am nowhere arguing that a Windows machine will be rock-solid (bite your tongue), but, damn, it will have wider-spread supportability from their social network than the Mac does. And I won’t be reduced to a half-shelf of software to buy them things from in the future. And when visiting and asked for tech support, I won’t be completely at sea.
(Curiously enough, my own parents are going to be upgrading their PC from their old 5/166 to a new machine — either that or replacing the motherboard. I’ve been a much more distant advisor in that project, for one major reason: they have a friend, Pete, who is willing to do the conversion and upgrade and knows what the hell they are talking about. In many ways, what I’m going to be doing for my in-laws is a technically much simpler task. I think.)
The PC my in-laws have obtained, of course, has at least one major flaw.
It’s lacking (had removed from it) a CD drive …
A new “Very Secret Diaries,” this one by Theoden. Day Thirteen Where is the horse and the rider? No, seriously, where are they? That was my favorite horse.Heh. (via Julia)…
He also demonstrates why folks don’t trust the police not to be bully-boy pricks if you give them any measure of power. Which is a horrible injustice to those police…
He also demonstrates why folks don’t trust the police not to be bully-boy pricks if you give them any measure of power. Which is a horrible injustice to those police officers who really are out there to “protect and serve,” but who are stabbed in the backs by the bully-boy pricks in their own ranks.
With supporting evidence (via the comments) from Sekimori.
… and Dave’s at work. Along with about 10% of the rest of the population, gauging by the freeway, the parking lot, and the closed offices across the hall from…
… and Dave’s at work. Along with about 10% of the rest of the population, gauging by the freeway, the parking lot, and the closed offices across the hall from me …
Our holidays were fine. Things started off a bit rocky when Katherine started throwing up about 11 p.m. Christmas Eve, and continued with her wishes for “Peas on Urp” until about 3 a.m. Needless to say, neither Margie nor I got much sleep, though we became pretty adept at catching (in some fashion other than “bodily intercepting”) the pretty-colored holiday display. I mean, peas and raspberries — what better green and red decor could one want?
She was doing better finally Christmas morning, and, after informing Daddy, “You stay here” (indicating the egg crate pad I was sleeping on next to her cot), she proceeded to lock the door behind her and toddle downstairs.
Margie and I followed not too much long after, and had a sleepy but fufilling gift opening with the Ks.
Kitten crashed for a nap (followed, a while later, by myself and Ginger, Margie’s mom), which meant we missed gift exchange at my folks’ house. Margie’s brother, the Doctor, declined to speculate whether Kitten had a virus or was simply reacting to having eaten too much whilst running around like a maniac with her two cousins. The jury is still out on that one — she seems a little under the weather, but no repeats (so to speak) on the vomit front.
By the time Kitten woke back up, four hours later, we instead were ready to head out to my brother’s house for Christmas dinner. We got the instructions on how to get there (John & Paula having chosen to live at Rancho Del Labyrinthe in beeyooteeful Fontana), and raced on up, bags and boxes in the trunk.
Dinner was nice — Katherine got to play with her cousins Robbie and Sean, Joe and his new wife Julie and her daughter Melonie were there, as were Paula’s parents, Cookie and Robert, and my Nona. Lots more gifts thrown around, lots of good food chowed down …
… and then off on the last leg of the annual Christmas Triangle. Margie’s brother’s family usually does a Christmas dinner, too, which the Ks attend along with the sister-in-law-in-law’s family. Mercifully, rather than being at Eric and Janine’s house in Beverly Hills (very nice, but about 80 miles from John and Paula), it was at the Dell-imagines’ house in Orange, a few blocks from the Ks. We got there in time for a yummy dessert, followed by more gift-giving, then off to bed for all.
And what, you may ask, did I get from the grand swag-fest?
Well … lots of stuff. Clothes (I’m long past the stage where getting clothes for Christmas is like getting a lump of coal — “Look, Dave, Nona and Nono bought you some socks!”). Books. Knicknacks and ornaments, some of it truly lovely. Some computer games (good thing, too, since I just finished off Quake II in a blaze of anticlimactic glory). A new brief case (not yet moved into). Margie got me a huge vase (which did not come to California). A few gifts that will likely get recycled to a new home (but which are welcome nonetheless).
The biggest gift — aside from the good company and love and being with my wife and child — was actually one I gave. More on that in a following post …
Time flows in a funny fashion here in Faerie, and resolutions like, “I’m going to get online tonight and post something,” somehow magically fade along with the lights, as we…
Time flows in a funny fashion here in Faerie, and resolutions like, “I’m going to get online tonight and post something,” somehow magically fade along with the lights, as we get swept away into slumber …
… which is a fancy way of saying that I may not be online over the next few days, so, for those of you who celebrate Christmas, I hope your celebrations are joyful ones. For those who don’t, I hope you have a good time anyway, however you choose to do it.
Travel safely while you do so, too.
From me and mine, to you and yours, our thoughts and prayers are with you.
… for people with too much time on their hands. Like the creators of this gem, The Lord of the Rings as a Humphrey Bogart movie. Really. It’s about 19Mb,…
… for people with too much time on their hands. Like the creators of this gem, The Lord of the Rings as a Humphrey Bogart movie. Really.
It’s about 19Mb, but worth it.
Yesterday, I made my annual pilgrimage to Fry’s. For those who have not had the opportunity, Fry’s (in California, Texas, Oregon and Arizona) is a cross between Best Buy and…
Yesterday, I made my annual pilgrimage to Fry’s.
For those who have not had the opportunity, Fry’s (in California, Texas, Oregon and Arizona) is a cross between Best Buy and an old school techie store. Which means that, yes, you can buy cappucino makers and the latest CDs, but you can also buy hard drives and integrated circuits and wires and fuses and stuff that gets more geeky than even I dare touch.
It is a very, very dangerous place to go. There is not an aisle there that is not full of Very Tempting Things.
Which is why, when I needed to go there for some last-minute Christmas shopping, I was astonished when Margie suggested I go alone.
My wife is wise beyond her tender years.
Because, of course, if she were with me, then I’d be tempted to try and buy every glittery, glossy, geeky widget I saw, with a hearty, “Hey, love, why don’t we get one of these?” Because if she agreed, then it would be her fault, and if she denied it, it would be her fault, and I might be grumbly or I might be ecstatic, but it would be all her doing.
But if I were there alone … why, then, I’d have to let my conscience be my guide. I’d have to think, “What would Margie say?” And my internal Margie is a lot more strict than my external one. And if I bought something and brought it home and she disapproved — then it would be my fault, not hers.
Eek.
So I got out of there pretty safely, having bought just what I needed to. More or less.
Man’s gotta know his limitations.
You know, all the Jesus and Santa stuff aside, I’m just plain grateful for a time of the year when I can hear Handel’s Messiah over and over again….
You know, all the Jesus and Santa stuff aside, I’m just plain grateful for a time of the year when I can hear Handel’s Messiah over and over again.
I’m not a regular reader of Dear Abby, but Anne’s commentary on this particular bit inspired me. (BTW, Anne, your template is working solidly but your comment code is frelled.)…
I’m not a regular reader of Dear Abby, but Anne’s commentary on this particular bit inspired me. (BTW, Anne, your template is working solidly but your comment code is frelled.)
In it, a Hindu woman living in the Bible belt complains that her kindly Christian neighbors are slipping in little prosetylization pamphlets along with the Christmas cookies they give her. She feels irked and annoyed, and rightfully so. Christmas gifts are not the time to try to bring someone to Jesus, if you so feel compelled to do so; adding not-so-subtle messages to that effect only makes people suspicious of your hospitality, and less likely to have anything to do with you.
If you want to try and convert someone, have the balls to do so openly, if kindly and politely. “Susan, listen, we’re good friends and neighbors, and as such I really want to tell you a little bit about Jesus in my life.” And if Susan, also responding kindly and politely, makes it clear that she really doesn’t need or want to hear about it, then leave it be; if the Spirit moves her in the future, she’ll know who to turn to, and pushing it will just further alienate her.
The only other comment I have is on this. “Happy Hindu” writes Abby,
To try to convert someone to your faith implies that you consider your religious beliefs superior, and that is just plain wrong.
I’m not sure I can agree with that. Some beliefs are “superior” to others. I would say a belief in liberty is better than a belief in slavery, and for me to hold that evaluation is not “just plain wrong.”
Similarly, I think my religious beliefs bear a shade more resemblance to reality than those of some other folks. Perhaps I am different from most in recognizing that my beliefs are certainly far short from being reality. But if I didn’t think my religious beliefs were “superior” to others, I wouldn’t have any cause to squawk when my neighbor wanted to offer his kids up in sacrifice to Baal or something.
Now, there are belief systems that hold that there are many paths to the Truth. For many more conservative Christians, Christianity is not one of those tolerant belief systems; it is, instead, the Revealed Word of God, and therefore is superior to superstitious twaddle like Hinduism and the like.
To simply assert that belief is “just plain wrong” is to be as intolerant as those kindly Christian neighbors who think the same thing about Hinduism.
H.L. Mencken said,
We must respect the other fellow’s religion, but only in the sense and to the extent that we respect his theory that his wife is beautiful and his children are smart.
Such things are axiomatic to an individual, unless outside events conspire to prove otherwise — and, even then, it will take someone a long time to be convinced. You can’t argue axioms.
But! cry the Christian conservatives. But! But isn’t being saved from eternal damnation a small price to pay for possibly being offended at first?
Maybe, if you believe in eternal damnation. But that assumes that burying someone in a blizzard of pamphlets, or constantly noodging them to get smart and come to Sunday service, is going to actually get them to want to be saved. If you went up to a man and said, “You know, that wife you love and think is beautiful, she’s really just an old hag — come with me and meet a woman who’s really gorgeous,” he’d probably poke you in the snoot. Or get you arrested for procurement.
But are we not commanded, in the Great Commission, to spread the Good News?
You are, indeed, which is why non-Christians should probably cut you at least a bit of slack when it comes to this. You’re only following orders, after all, being nudged by your metaphysical Parent up to the front door to sell cookies.
Still, there’s spreading and then there’s spreading. Think of advertising. Aren’t there commercials you consider offensive, insulting, so awful that they actually not only make you not want to buy the product, but make you go out of your way to avoid it? Trying to force your religion on someone else is just like that. And that’s a crying shame, because it’s not necessary. There are ways of letting someone know that you’re Christian without slapping a “I’m Saved, You’re Not” bumper sticker on your car. There are ways of making Christianity sound attractive other than screaming about how awful other religions are. And there are ways of inviting people to at least give your Good News a try other than being a nag about it.
Nobody likes a nag. Even if they’re right. Sometimes, especially if they’re right.
Don’t let the message get blurred by the messenger. Something for folks on both side of this to remember.
Why, look: more nitwitted LotR deconstructionist reviews. (via Andrea, who adds her own nicely-done commentary here) UPDATE: Andrea cites, and deconstructs, another. Don’t these guys have anything better to do…
Why, look: more nitwitted LotR deconstructionist reviews.
(via Andrea, who adds her own nicely-done commentary here)
UPDATE: Andrea cites, and deconstructs, another. Don’t these guys have anything better to do than natter about Lord of the Rings? Badly?
This week’s WISH is a fine one — and something that might inspire some last-second holiday shopping: What three fantasy books/series would you recommend to other gamers? Why? What particularly…
This week’s WISH is a fine one — and something that might inspire some last-second holiday shopping:
What three fantasy books/series would you recommend to other gamers? Why? What particularly makes them suitable for gamers to read? Would they be particularly good for novices or better for experienced gamers?
Well, I stand by everything I said in my first review of The Two Towers. More particularly (and, with SPOILERS):…
Well, I stand by everything I said in my first review of The Two Towers.
More particularly (and, with SPOILERS):
Actually, not all that much interesting to report. The flight was fine. Going in to work early on Friday was fine. Going to the Newport Boat Parade last night was…
Actually, not all that much interesting to report. The flight was fine. Going in to work early on Friday was fine. Going to the Newport Boat Parade last night was fine. My folks staying over the night here at the Ks was fine. Even Kitten coming in to wake me up at 8 was fine (an unexpected consequence of someone telling her she couldn’t play the piano until everyone was downstairs).
It’s been raining here, not surprisingly.
Maybe Lott can go join Law in that monastery where he’s going to contemplating his sins.
Haven’t see The Two Towers, yet. Missed Firely last night (but read the script on my Palm), and think Fox is nucking futs. My folks, who got turned on to Firefly by Doyce when they were visiting, are irked mightily.
Not king yet.
Later.
All our bags are packed, we’re ready to go … off to California for the holidays. Not that it will be an overwhelmingly vacationy vacation, since I’ll be doing a…
All our bags are packed, we’re ready to go … off to California for the holidays.
Not that it will be an overwhelmingly vacationy vacation, since I’ll be doing a lot of work in the office, to make up for time off in February. Indeed, that will even include tomorrow morning, for a couple of important meetings. It will be a good opportunity to be working where the New Boss is, but it does take a bit off the Faerie-like nature of these trips.
That said, the house will be guarded by an alarm system, two attack cats, and occasional spot inspections by a tall crew-cut guy with a baseball bat and two large dogs. So don’t get any ideas …
Posting over the next few weeks will probably be spotty. On the one hand, the advantage of being in the office is broadband; on the other hand, I’ll be there with the Big Boss, so I can’t exactly goof off too badly. And on days off, I’ll have to chew up one of the Ks’ phone lines in order go sign in.
Only one thing is certain: I will go see The Two Towers some time this weekend, if I have to find a midnight showing to do so. 🙂
Okay, I think Bush sometimes comes off as a buffoon. But he’s getting a bum rap on this one. Folks seem to think this is proof positive that the President…
Okay, I think Bush sometimes comes off as a buffoon. But he’s getting a bum rap on this one. Folks seem to think this is proof positive that the President is “unliterate.”
Okay, I don’t get it. Granted, he doesn’t seem to have learned to read upside down or sideways (obviously, he was never a teacher), but so what. And he’s reading a heavily-illustrated and glossy-paged book to a bunch of kids, with the bright lights and the microphones running.
Frankly, as glib a public speaker as I am, I tend to read every word as I say it under those kind of circumstances, because I know if I try to do it half by memory, I’m going to screw it up. If I were reading “A Visit from St. Nick” at a photo op, I’d be reading it line by line, probably not making much eye contact — even though, if I had to, I could probably quote it from memory. Laura does much the same, later on.
I didn’t hear him say anything wrong. I just heard him pause and not read the third line (which Laura did by memory, but she’s allowed to). Indeed, he seemed to be pausing because the kids were chiming in on the line.
Then he hands off the book to Laura, saying he can’t see it. Bad angle? (Laura holds it in her lap, instead of trying to show the pics to the kid like George.) Or — gasp — does Bush require reading glasses?
Bush is clearly not a comfortable reading-from-a-script or -book speaker, but I know a number of people, one of them quite well, who aren’t either, and it doesn’t bear at all on their intelligence.
Critique Bush for actual missteps and dunderheaded actions, fine. But this hardly qualifies.
(via Random Ravings)
Okay, let’s turn down the Hyperbole Meter a tad as we consider the mass arrests of immigrants in California. The press keeps referring to it as a “mass arrest of…
Okay, let’s turn down the Hyperbole Meter a tad as we consider the mass arrests of immigrants in California.
The press keeps referring to it as a “mass arrest of Muslim immigrants.” Well, yes, a number of the immigrants (perhaps even all of them) are, in fact, Muslim, but they were not arrested for being Muslim.
Instead, they were arrested for visa and other immigration status problems. In that, they are no different from La Migre swooping down on the sweatshop and bundling off a number of illegals from south of the border.
The particular selection of this group came because of new US regulations requiring special immigration registration for non-resident males over 16 from a list of various Arab and Middle Eastern countries, including Iran, Iraq, Syria, Libya, and Sudan. Because the INS has had crappy record-keeping, this was a first step toward better keeping track of where those without permanent residency in the US are, so that if there’s a need to find them, or they are no longer legally in the country, they can be picked up.
And, lo, a number of the folks were no longer legally in the country. And they were therefore picked up.
The deadline for these folks to further register was this week, and when it turned out that a number of the folks who did show up had expired paperwork and the like, they were arrested.
Now, you can argue that the INS should have better record-keeping already. You can argue that current regulations about when or under what conditions folks should be detained for immigration violations are draconian. You an argue that delays and underfunding of green card processing has created a bit of a Catch-22 for some of these folks. You can argue whether people from these particular countries should be singled out (or made the first on the block) for tighter registration.
But to claim that this is tantamount to the internment of Japanese-Americans in 1942 is going way overboard. These are not US citizens, or permanent residents. They are not whole ethnic (let alone religious) groups being swept up en masse. They are, in fact, individuals in violation of immigration law (or wanted for other crimes) — some with only the best intentions, or even lack of knowledge, but, as the law is currently written, subject to detainment and deportation as much as if they were illegals from Ireland or Mexico or Hong Kong.
The worst you can say is that the INS, in handling things this way, was expeditious, but likely to run into trouble pursuing future actions of this sort, since folks will be scared that they’ll be picked up, rightly or wrongly.
There’s plenty to critique or argue about how we’re handling both Homeland Security and immigration policy, but going off half-cocked with the Myanmar comparisons only discredits more serious debate on the subject.
Hmmmm. Sounds like a good time to revisit the Elgin marbles in the British Museum….
Hmmmm. Sounds like a good time to revisit the Elgin marbles in the British Museum.