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Three cheers and a treasure!

Here’s the story about my mother-in-law’s Woman of Distinction award from last week, which finally made it into the LA Times on Saturday: Newport social activist and leader Sandy Segerstrom…

Here’s the story about my mother-in-law’s Woman of Distinction award from last week, which finally made it into the LA Times on Saturday:

Newport social activist and leader Sandy Segerstrom Daniels joined fellow community standout Ginger Kleerup as the 2003 Women of Distinction selected by The Girl Scout Council of Orange County.
Santa Ana Country Club was the setting for the March luncheon. Ladies and gents filled the posh club to support the Girl Scouts and, in particular, to salute Segerstrom and Kleerup.
Gail Ellis-Olds, representing the Girl Scout Council of Orange County, proudly shared the backgrounds of the honorees.
“Ginger Kleerup celebrates 50 years as a member of Girl Scouts,” Ellis-Olds said. “She is one of our most extraordinary volunteers serving on the council’s board of directors as well as the fund development committee and many other administrative volunteer roles.” […]

I’m obliged to mention that Ginger has also been officially labeled a “Living Treasure” by the GSCOC, much to her chagrin. Be sure you refer to her that way when you meet her next.

Puh-lease

When a gent opened his suitcase from a trip to Seattle, he found the anti-war placards he’d packed — and he found another little surprise. Inside, handwritten on a TSA…

When a gent opened his suitcase from a trip to Seattle, he found the anti-war placards he’d packed — and he found another little surprise.

Inside, handwritten on a TSA “Notification of Baggage Inspection” slip (indicating his bag had been opened for security screening), was a message, “DON’T APPRECIATE YOUR ANTI AMERICAN ATTITUDE!“

Yeah, because that’s why we spent all that money federalizing airport security.

The TSA admits that “We do not condone our employees making any kind of political comments or personal comments to any travelers. That is not acceptable.” But they also deny that it’s necessarily a TSA person who did it. “It’s a leap to say it was a TSA screener.”

Yeah. Because doubtless someone else certailny could have broken the TSA seals on the bag, written the note on a TSA slip, put it into the suitcase, and then resealed the bag.

While the rhetoric from the gent whose bag this was done to gets a little bit extreme (I’m not sure youl could seriously argue that this represents “trampling people’s civil rights”), his outrage is understandable. Crap like this is just the sort of thing that undermines both the TSA and “homeland security.”

(Of course, if I were paranoid, I might suggest that maybe it was done by anti-war types, to discredit the TSA. On the other hand, if I were paranoid, I might suggest it was done by the FBI to discredit those hypothetical anti-war types.)

(via BoingBoing)

I guess it beats Neville

You will sink in a mire. You like to think you’renormal, but deep down you really just want tostrip off your clothes and roll around inchicken fat. What horrible…

*Slosh*
You will sink in a mire. You like to think you’re
normal, but deep down you really just want to
strip off your clothes and roll around in
chicken fat.


What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?

(via Andrea)

Taking gas

Joy. Spamsters seem to have hit on another category of UCE to send my way: mysterious ways to reduce my gas pump bills. Of course, given that in California this…

Joy. Spamsters seem to have hit on another category of UCE to send my way: mysterious ways to reduce my gas pump bills.

Of course, given that in California this past week, pump prices were in the low-mid-$2 range, maybe that’s not surprising. Granted, that’s not like British fill-your-sedan-for-$60 prices, but, still …

Mixed media

Over the course of my time away the last few days, I managed to sock away four books and one movie. Some quick reviews: The Last Legion, by Chris Bunch…

Over the course of my time away the last few days, I managed to sock away four books and one movie. Some quick reviews:

Borrow it The Last Legion, by Chris Bunch (1999)
Bunch was one of the writing pair (with Alan Cole) who wrote the Sten series. Reading this book, the first of a series, gives me a good idea of who was responsible for what: Bunch handled the battle scenes, the tech, and the sex; Cole wrote the actual story.

The title refers to a Confederation military unit, posted to a distant world, and having to deal (very rapidly) with both the Confederation collapsing behind it, and threats from local insurrections, alien warriors, and a neighboring warlord. Bunch trots out bits of ancient Rome and recent Guatemala and Columbia, but it’s Viet Nam that takes center stage, as the (sometimes inept, but ultimately heroic) Confederation (Americans) helps defend the (corrupt) rulers of the Cumbre System (South Viet Nam) from the local insurgents (the Viet Cong, with a bit of Islamist fanaticism thrown in).

When Bunch is writing military scenes, it works pretty well. But the apparent main protagonists — some not-so-raw recruits who find themselves on the last ship to Cumbre — never really stand out, especially amidst a cast of zillions, many of whom tended to blur together before they were wiped out at the climax. And outside of battle, things turn into stereotypes of hard-boozing, sex-starved soldiery all too quickly, and unsatisfyingly.

This book was Sten without the main players on stage, and without much of the fun, or imagination. If you’re a fan of the space war genre, it’s just tolerable. Otherwise, borrow it or skip it.

Buy it Friday, by Robert Heinlein (1983)
One of Heinlein’s later, less known books, it’s one of my favorites. While Friday’s easy to dismiss as simply another Heinlein Trademark Highly Competent and Highly Sexed Woman, her inadvertent quest to find meaning and value in her own existence and nature is meaningful and well-executed. Unlike most of Heinlein’s later works, the setting borrows very little from earlier canon (indeed, only a trivia expert would spot any cross-over), and sports a setting that lets the author play with his various social and political prejudices ni an entertaining fashion. Friday is comfortable fun, and an annual re-read for me. If you haven’t read it, get it.

Borrow it Widow’s Walk, by Robert Parker (2002)
The latest Spenser mystery to hit paperback. While at times the story wanders a bit, there’s still some honest-to-gosh whodunnit going on here, as Spenser tries to figure out whether a wealthy banker was actually killed by his dumber-than-dirt younger wife. Everyone has a secret or three, and it’s not until the end that things actually click together.

In the meantime, of course, we get the normal byplay between Spenser and Susan, between Spenser and Hawk, and between Spenser and the local police. It all fits like a well-worn loafer, and is often just as exciting.

One interesting sidelight is how Parker is dealing with time passage in the Spenser series. He acknowledges it in some ways — Spenser mentions a couple of times that he and Susan have been “going steady” for about 25 years now, and Pearl the Wonder Dog is not, I fear, long for this world, grey and deaf and already being mourned by Spenser and Susan. On the other hand, Spenser himself (let alone Susan and Hawk) seems little aged by time, and he engages the same sort of brawling and action that he always has — a bit less, perhaps, and it feels at times even a bit gratuitous, as if we haven’t had our obligatory shoot-out in the rain yet. Spenser doesn’t mention fighting in Korea any more, but there’s still an odd sense of time standing still for him, even as it progresses around him.

The most dismaying part of the book was that in the endless “this book is great” pages at the beginning, one of the reviewers mentions, it’s a great book for a weekend. I managed to plow through it (thanks to a shopping trip by Margie) in about three-and-a-half hours, which makes it a pretty short weekend, and (given the price of paperbacks these days), not-inexpensive entertainment. Borrow it, unless you’re a Spenser completist.

Bag it Death in Paradise, by Robert Parker (2001)
Coincidentally, one of Parker’s other series, the Jesse Stone/Paradise one, also has a new installment in paperback. If Spenser’s tale seems laid-back, this one is positively moribund, as small-town police chief Stone deals with the death of a local girl. Even moving half the “action” down to Boston, and encountering there some familiar Spenser bad guys, does almost nothing to keep this one afloat. Jesse deals lackadaisically with his various romances and his love of baseball, but also (and it’s only here that any real tension surfaces) his drinking.

If Parker were really trying, or had an editor willing to lengthen his production cycle, this one could be boiled down into about three or four chapters of a real novel. Borrow it only if you’re a completist in this series, too. Another one like this, though, and I won’t be.

Borrow it Chicago (2003)
Everyone’s ranting about it! Everyone’s raving about it! Everyone’s showering it with awards!

Well, I guess so. I mean, the music was fun, the staging was great, the whole thing was sultry and exciting and a heck of a production.

But … I kept finding myself being distracted by wondering what cynical point they were going to wrap up with. Would everyone get screwed by the system, or just some folks — and would they be the most deserving ones? Living happily ever after seemed out of the question, of course, especially if it were actual, justified happiness. That clearly wasn’t the message of the story, which seemed to be that everyone takes advantage of everyone else, or at least should — and that, of course, the public loves it.

Yeah, that really makes it the Feel-Good Movie of the Year.

Still, good music, good dance, and some very tricks to convert a stage musical into something that plays well on the screen. I don’t expect I’ll go and see it again, or even get the video, but I’m glad I (finally) saw it, so I know what folks are talking about all the time.

Words mean things

What score will you get on Peter Schmies’s Word Classification Test? I got 182/200, which would make me … well, gauging from the scoring page, pretty darned vocaburific. (via Ginger,…

What score will you get on Peter Schmies’s Word Classification Test?

I got 182/200, which would make me … well, gauging from the scoring page, pretty darned vocaburific.

(via Ginger, at Randy’s suggestion; title, of course, via Adam)

He lives

I’m well enough again to be back in the office this morning. Woo-hoo, and just in time to deal with HR problems … The award ceremony for Ginger was very…

I’m well enough again to be back in the office this morning. Woo-hoo, and just in time to deal with HR problems …

The award ceremony for Ginger was very nice. She’s a remarkable lady, and well deserving of the honors. She did find a bit dismaying that she was officially labeled “A Living Treasure.” I think we’ll have a lot of fun with the title.

She also went home laden with flowers and with commendations from the county, her assemblyperson, her Representative, and the Governor.

They also had a fund-raising raffle which, amusingly enough, Margie and I won. It included some Bug’s Life dolls for Kitten, and four one-day passes to Disneyland. Guess I know what’s on the boards for the ’03 holiday season.

My muse has chosen this week to poke me with a new, sharper, heavier pitchfork regarding my writing. Rrg.

Now it can be told …

We’re off in California today (and for the rest of the week), secretly smuggled out here by my father-in-law for the award my mother-in-law is getting. Posting will likely be…

We’re off in California today (and for the rest of the week), secretly smuggled out here by my father-in-law for the award my mother-in-law is getting. Posting will likely be light today (if anything beyond this).

Tuesday, right?

Which means that This-or-That thing again….

Which means that This-or-That thing again.

Continue reading “Tuesday, right?”

Your CPU Cycles at Work

After 3.5 years of distributing radiotelescope data to home computers, the SETI@Home project is getting the opportunity to go back and re-check promising coordinates. For eight hours a day, 18-20…

After 3.5 years of distributing radiotelescope data to home computers, the SETI@Home project is getting the opportunity to go back and re-check promising coordinates.

For eight hours a day, 18-20 March, 100-200 of the most promising spots in the sky for signals will be re-checked, and then the data re-analyzed.

Cool.

(via BoingBoing)

Trends

Hmmm. I seem to be missing out on this new trend. Well, as long as I don’t see it here or here, I won’t worry too much….

Hmmm. I seem to be missing out on this new trend.

Well, as long as I don’t see it here or here, I won’t worry too much.

Fear and trembling

I don’t if it’s because I’m sick, or tired, or sick and tired. The whole Iraq thing has been depressing me of late. (Nor, and perhaps by no coincidence, am…

I don’t if it’s because I’m sick, or tired, or sick and tired. The whole Iraq thing has been depressing me of late. (Nor, and perhaps by no coincidence, am I the only one finding the waiting, the fear, the uncertainties so wearing.)

I know a lot of people — people who I respect — are opposed to the war. And others, who I also respect, favor it. I stand with the latter, but that doesn’t mean my mind and heart are so certain that the longer things stand still, the longer people have to natter and equivocate and call for delay and call for patience and call for more and more of the same … It wears at me. And it makes me wonder.

It makes me wonder if I should be completely certainly, 100% dedicated the cause, in order to legitimately suggest we go to war.

The more it makes me wonder whether being so certain is, on the other hand, a sign of fanaticism (no matter which direction it points).

The more it gives me time to worry. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe only thinking about the impending conflict can lead you to actually think of how horrible a war could be. Is that a good thing? Does contemplating the little picture distract you from the big one? Or can the big picture be a distraction from the little one?

Nothing would be done at all if a man waited until he could do something so well that no one could find fault with it.
    — Cardinal John Henry Newman (1801-1890)
Many risks fail because they were not taken in time. Too many risks are postponed until unnecessarily elaborate preparations are made. This does not mean that one should say, “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!” That is foolish and self-destructive. … But don’t sit back waiting for the perfect moment. It almost never comes.
    — David S. Viscott (b. 1928)
We should be taught not to wait for inspiration to start a thing. Action always generates inspiration. Inspiration seldom generates action.
    — Frank Tibolt
This is as true in everyday life as it is in battle: we are given one life and the decision is ours whether to wait for circumstances to make up our mind, or whether to act, and in acting, to live.
    — Omar Bradley (1893-1981)
ESTRAGON: I can’t go on like this.
VLADIMIR: That’s what you think.
    — Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Waiting for Godot (1952)

Or maybe I shouldn’t be thinking about all this stuff when I’m sick. Or tired.

It’s almost worth trying

A note to the Subscription Department of the New York Times: Soon after my daily subscription started, I received a bill from the NYT. I immediately complied with this request…

A note to the Subscription Department of the New York Times:

Soon after my daily subscription started, I received a bill from the NYT. I immediately complied with this request for payment by sending in $0.25. While this was not a “full” payment (as defined by you), it was clearly a signal that I intended to comply within the structure of our mutual agreement. This was followed up a week later by an additional $0.25 payment; once again, a clear indication that I was conforming to your demands. However, although I was paying for my newspapers, you seemed to indicate that the level of compliance was out of step with what we agreed to.

Heh. Sauce for the Editorial Page is sauce for the Subs Department?

(via Andrea)

A revoltin devleopment

The Canadian Broadcasting Standards Council has rejected a complaint from a woman, accusing Bugs Bunny of misogyny. The incident was triggered by an episode of the Bugs Bunny and Tweety…

The Canadian Broadcasting Standards Council has rejected a complaint from a woman, accusing Bugs Bunny of misogyny.

The incident was triggered by an episode of the Bugs Bunny and Tweety show aired in July 1998. It featured a short cartoon entitled Bewitched Bunny, in which Bugs escaped a witch by detonating a bag of so-called magic powder.
A beautiful female rabbit emerges from the cloud of dust and takes Bugs by the arm. As the two of them walk off into the sunset, Bugs turns to the camera and says: “Ah sure, I know! But aren’t they all witches inside?”

Who would think that such a bold statement about feminine spirituality and the power of the Goddess Within would irk anyone?

Dedication

It’s truly inspiring to see someone so dedicated to their work, someone who’s so hands-on, who really gets into it, letting a passion for customer service drive them to the…

It’s truly inspiring to see someone so dedicated to their work, someone who’s so hands-on, who really gets into it, letting a passion for customer service drive them to the limit, and beyond.

It’s a shame about the injury, though.

(via Andrea)

State of the Tuesday

Bleah….

Bleah.

State of the Weekend

Because, heck, if I can’t bore you with details of my life, who can I bore? FRIDAY Star Wars RPG at Doyce’s house. Dag’s become the Master Pilot of the…

Because, heck, if I can’t bore you with details of my life, who can I bore?

FRIDAY
Star Wars RPG at Doyce’s house. Dag’s become the Master Pilot of the group, which I suppose has its advantages. The current adventure in the “Prince of Alderaan” campaign is much more scattered than some of the preliminary adventures Doyce ran us through — less of a “dungeon crawl,” more of everyone having their own threads to pursue. Dag gets back to pursuing Nayda’s disappearance (in the company of his mysterious double) next time — and with an additional level, to boot.

SATURDAY
Margie took Kitten Duty in the morning, which I had been ready to take on (since she was sick), but she thwarted me by saying “Go back to sleep.” My will sapped by being damned sleepy, I complied, and ended up with a good nine hours under my belt. Or someplace.

I tried to return the favor by taking Kitten with me out front while I did spring cleaning on the yard — chopping down the old grasses and other shrubbery that needs pre-new-growth pruning. While Katherine played with sidewalk chalk, I also filled up the watering sacks by the trees, and looked at all the bulbs already rising from the mulch.

I’m worried about the yard this year. Water restrictions look like they’ll be harsh, which means no new plantings, and the old plantings (even the drought-tolerant ones) may suffer mightily.

That done, I went in and noodled about online, putting together my game log from the previous night (unheard of!) and leveling Dag to 8th.

I got sucked into a discussion about Iraq and the current Nuclear Posture Report (well, current as of a year ago) on a e-mail discussion list I belong to. That ended up taking a lot more time and effort than I’d have thought, since it’s more difficult to participate in a dialog than to simply put forth (as on my blog).

SUNDAY
Margie took a sick day from church, so I took Katherine, then we all got back together, did brunch, and then went on the normal Alpha shopping at Costco and Safeway.

In the afternoon, I tried to catch up with other household necessities, including ordering magazines from my nephews’ school fund-raiser, and getting this month’s comic book order filled out. On the latter, I dropped some marginal titles, which made me feel virtuous.

MONDAY
I’ve been feeling worn out and listless and unable to concentrate this morning. I don’t know if I’m just tired — my sleep hasn’t been abnormally short, but Margie’s coughing has been waking me up a few times (concerning which I feel worse for Margie than myself, of course) — or if I’m the third domino to drop in our Household Illness Fest. Hopefully the former, since it looks to be a very hectic week.

Connections

The other day I was having a chat with one of our netadmins. He was lamenting the pervasive spread of cell phones, notes that he carries his company-issued one only…

The other day I was having a chat with one of our netadmins. He was lamenting the pervasive spread of cell phones, notes that he carries his company-issued one only because the job demands it, and generally shaking his head about the whole gotta-be-accessible paradigm.

Meanwhile, in Japan, leaving your cell phone at home, or letting the battery wear out, is getting to be grounds for ostracism among youth there, who use the devices like a game of “Marco Polo” to zero on in times and places to meet.

I don’t know about that, but I do know that having a couple of them while we were off in Britain was a tremendous convenience. Hell, I wouldn’t have minded having at least one more in the group.

(via BoingBoing)

Refuge

An amazing story is told here in the NY Times about the Somali Bantu. They are members of Africa’s lost tribe, the Somali Bantu, who were stolen from the shores…

An amazing story is told here in the NY Times about the Somali Bantu.

They are members of Africa’s lost tribe, the Somali Bantu, who were stolen from the shores of Mozambique, Malawi and Tanzania and carried on Arab slave ships to Somalia two centuries ago. They were enslaved and persecuted until Somalia’s civil war scattered them to refugee camps in the 1990’s.
[…] Over the next two years, nearly all of the Somali Bantu refugees in Kenya — about 12,000 people — are to be flown to the United States. This is one of the largest refugee groups to receive blanket permission for resettlement since the mid-1990’s, State Department officials say.

The UN has been trying for a decade to find these folks a home, since they have been essentially outcast within Somalia.

The Bantu, who were often denied access to education and jobs in Somalia, are mostly illiterate and almost completely untouched by modern life. They measure time by watching the sun rise and fall over their green fields and mud huts.
As refugees, they have worked the soil, cooked, cleaned and labored in backbreaking construction jobs, filling about 90 percent of the unskilled jobs in the camp in Dadaab, Kenya, where most Bantu people lived until they were transferred here last year.
[…]In Somalia, the lighter-skinned majority rejected the Bantu, for their slave origins and dark skin and wide features. Even after they were freed from bondage, the Bantu were denied meaningful political representation and rights to land ownership. During the Somali civil war, they were disproportionately victims of rapes and killings.
The discrimination and violence continues in the barren camps today — even here — where the Bantu are often attacked and dismissed as Mushungulis, which means slave people.

After the original countries from which they were taken, Tanzania and Mozambique, pulled back from a commitment to take them in, the US in 1999 was willing to identify them as a persecuted group, eligible for resettlement.

Let me just sum up here, for those not quite following along: the US government is willing to take in 12,000 persecuted refugees, who are, notably, black and Muslim, and resettle them in the US, away from their persecuting hosts, away from the slavers who originally brought their people there, away from the other countries not willing or able to take them in.

That’s something I can be proud of. That’s something a lot different from the “US rapes world/US mongers war/US oppresses the innocent/US hates blacks/US hates Muslims” rhetoric that seems to dominate international headlines these days.

The Times can’t avoid getting in a few digs, of course.

Refugee officials here fear that the Bantu’s battle to adjust to a high-tech world will only be complicated by American ambivalence about immigrants since the terrorist attacks in the United States.

Yeah, such ambivalence that we’re still taking these folks in, and even accelerating the process.

In Somalia, they were in a predominantly Muslim country often described as a breeding ground for terrorists. The American government requires refugees from such hot spots to undergo a new series of security clearances before they can be resettled in the United States. The new system has delayed the arrival of thousands of refugees, leaving them to languish in camps where children often die of malnutrition.

We’re still taking them in. Yes, the delays have undoubtedly led to further deaths. Was anyone else going in and helping these people, or offering to take them in instead while the US government went through such (implied) unnecessary bureaucratic paranoia?

And then there’s this little gem of a paragraph (bolding mine):

The refugees watch snippets of American life on videos in class, and they marvel at the images of supermarkets filled with peppers and tomatoes and of tall buildings that reach for the clouds. But they know little about racism, poverty, the bone-chilling cold or the cities that will be chosen for them by refugee resettlement agencies.

Yeah, all that poverty and racism in the US will be a total, outrageous shock for people — well, people who have been enslaved, persecuted, rejected, targeted for rapes and killings, and forced to live in dismal and violent refugee camps where their children die of malnutrition.

I suppose a story that simply talked about how eager these folks are to leave Somalia, or how remarkable it is that the US is willing to help here, would have seem … unbalanced.

(via Andrea and Instapundit, among others)

Diplomacy

Does anyone else find the following two statements from John Kerry just a bit ironic? Statement 1: “What I do regret is that this administration has not lived up to…

Does anyone else find the following two statements from John Kerry just a bit ironic?

Statement 1:

“What I do regret is that this administration has not lived up to the standards of diplomacy set forth in the resolution,” Kerry told the Des Moines Sunday Register. “The president’s diplomacy has been completely lacking. […] The greatest position of strength is by exercising the best judgement in the pursuit of diplomacy ….”

Statement 2 (the second half of the last sentence above):

“… not in some trumped-up, so-called coalition of the bribed, the coerced, the bought and the extorted, but in a genuine coalition.”

Yeah, Senator — way to go with those “diplomatic” remarks about Britain, Australia, New Zealand, Spain, Italy, the Vilnius group of nations, etc. Really “diplomatic,” calling them “the bribed, the coerced, the bought and the extorted.” Too bad Bush can’t be as “diplomatic” as you.

(via Instapundit)