The Magnolia State will really have to step up its game if they want to stay ahead of Arizona, which has a bill pending that declares pregnancy to begin two weeks prior to conception.
It’s really ridiculous how often I have to say so, but: No, I am not making this up.
Widely hated Wisconsin governor Scott Walker has repealed a law mandating equal pay in the Badger State. Walker ally and enthusiastic repeal backer Glenn Grothman has done no favors for the GOP, opining that money’s just more important to men, see, and dames have different life goals. And besides, he tells us Ann Coulter told him that there’s not really an income gap anyway.
No, I’m not making this up.
The inevitable crop of D800 unboxing videos have arrived now that Nikon is actually shipping this $3,000 lovely, but clearly the best of the genre is this one that’s in Klingon.
(h/t Agent Triple F)
Last night’s Mad Men included references to the Richard Speck murders in Chicago, which places the episode just after July 13, 1966. (The last ep was clearly dated by the reference to the death of Pete Fox on July 5.)
The excellent Mad Men Unbuttoned blog notes that Life Magazins’s archives are online, and that you can read their account of the Speck murders from scans (which, appropriately enough, preserve the period advertising).
Today’s fun fact: the author of the Life piece was Loudon Wainwright — father of the folk singer and grandfather to Rufus — who wrote and edited for the magazine for many years.
I’m not sure if it counts as spoilers, but this page might give us hints about upcoming background events. Of particular interest in the summer of 1966, we have:
Unlikely to be referenced: On October 29, One regenerates into Two.
The Chronicle is snarkily crowing that the Astros are above .500 for the first time since 2009.
Their record is currently 2-1.
..this six-minute video of an elderly, invalid man hearing “his” music again, via iPod, is really extraordinary. Ordinarily unresponsive, Henry positively comes alive when he’s given headphones — and the stimulation lasts after the music is taken away. He answers questions, names his favorite artist from his youth, and even sings a bit of his favorite song.
Our dear pals Anneliese and David had a baby. At her first birthday party, I took a few pics.
My first DOS computer was a 286-based system. This was in a time when most folks still had 8088 or 8086 systems, so mine was the hot rod in my dorm at the time. It was pretty fast, for the era at least, and I never really had to wait on it doing many things. Of course, back then we didn’t ask our computers to do the sorts of things we ask them to do now, either.
Three years later, I bought a new computer. It was a stupid-fast 33Mhz 80386 system — top of the line at the time — and it was a complete fucking screamer. My buddy Mike and I spent hours basically marveling at how ridiculously quick it was at EVERYTHING. Even doing a directory list was blazingly quick. It was, truly, life in the future.
In the 21 years since that day, I’ve bought lots of computers, but I’ve never had an upgrade that blew me away like that again. Things got more incremental, as is the case with most progressions. The Pentium I replaced the 386 with was quicker, but Windows was more bloated, so the actual user experience uptick wasn’t that dramatic. That became the rule, even with the on-paper giant boosts in power that I’ve gained in my last few Macs. Quite frankly, for most people and most tasks, you’re nowhere nearly CPU bound — other things are in the way. Like, say, hard drive speeds.
That’s where the new development comes in. I say I haven’t had a “holy shit” upgrade experience in 21 years, but that’s no longer true. See, I bought one of these to replace the ailing traditional hard drive in my Macbook Pro, and when I booted it back up after the (lengthy) restore process, I was reminded of nothing so much as the first few minutes with that Gateway 386 in 1991.
Everything happens IMMEDIATELY now. There is never a disk delay. The absurdly fast processor is free to be, well, absurdly fast. Notoriously piggy apps (I’m looking at you, Office) spring to life like tiny utilities. Even Lightroom opens with a speed that beggars belief. Task switching? Trivial. My Windows VM sings. If I’d realized how dramatic this upgrade was going to be, I’d have done it years ago.
A visitor to a Marriott in New York discovered every web page had been dynamically edited by the hotel’s network.
Assuming those jackasses are monitoring everything. Use a VPN or a private broadband device. There are many options.
And now, an even MORE iconic obituary: Ferdinand Alexander Porsche, the man who designed the most beautiful car in the world, has passed away at 76.
Butzi was the third “Ferdinand Porsche,” and should not be confused with either of the other two.
The first was his grandfather, born in 1875, who founded the company and gained fame otherwise by designing (for the Nazis) the Volkswagen Beetle in 1934. He also had a hand in a number of German war machines, and was imprisoned for a time as a war criminal. Porsche the elder died in 1951.
The second was known as Ferry (b. 1909). Ferry designed the 356, and ran the company for many years including the critical postwar period. Ferry died in 1998.
I think I’ll go to lunch in my 911 now.
(h/t: Captain Butler)
Amplifier god Jim Marshall — founder of the guitar amp company that bears his name — has passed away at the age of 88. If you love rock and roll, you know the sound his amps make, and what they look like onstage.
Until this moment, I had no idea that the founder and company are both British. More, of course, at Wikipedia.
It’s possible I posted these great candid shots before, but even if I did they’re worth checking out again.
I think my favorite is Don Draper behind his desk, checking his iPhone.
David Javerbaum’s hilarious A Quantum Theory of Mitt Romney is easily the funniest NYT editorial I’ve ever read. Highly recommended. (h/t to many, many heathen who sent it my way.)
If you, like me, find yourself curious about hippos after his video, Wikipedia is of course a great destination. Therein you will learn, if you read far enough, that Pablo Escobar’s private animal collection included four hippos — animals that the Columbian government found logistically impossible to seize after the drug lord’s downfall, so they left them unattended on the estate. By 2007, the population had grown to 16, and is presumably larger still today. However implausible, it pleases me to think of the drug lord’s river horses spreading gradually northward, like the menacing killer bees of my youth.
This is what justice looks like in Bellaire, Texas. Radley’s on fire for this, as he should be:
Cop runs license check on a suspicious vehicle. Although they apparently committed no traffic violation, cop insists that his decision to run a check had nothing to do with the fact that the occupants were black, and happened to be driving in an affluent, predominately white neighborhood. The cop’s partner apparently then enters the wrong license number, which returns a car that had been reported stolen. So cop follows car into driveway, which happens to be the home of the driver’s parents, where he lives. Cop approaches driver and occupant with his gun drawn. Driver’s parents come out to see what’s causing the commotion. Cop roughs up driver’s mother. Driver gets up from ground to tell cop to lay off of his mother. Cop shoots driver, a full 32 seconds after pulling into the driveway.
The driver, who was unarmed, will now carry a bullet in his liver for the rest of his life. The cop was charged with first degree aggravated assault. A jury acquitted him. Now this week, U.S. District Judge Melinda Harmon dismissed the driver’s lawsuit against both the cop that fired his gun and the cop who entered the wrong license plate number, citing qualified immunity. According to Harmon, the officer acted “reasonably,” and moreover, wrongly accusing an unarmed man of stealing a car, pointing a gun at him, then shooting him in the liver, “did not violate [his] constitutional rights.”
Both cops are back on the force. The guy with the bullet in his liver? Tough luck. He’ll be paying his own medical bills.
Local coverage here. I hope the family appeals. I hope the get the cops’ houses. These jackasses are still on the force, still carrying guns, and are behaving as if they did nothing wrong. That’s fucking lunacy.
The Atlantic’s excellent In Focus feature this week is about NASA’s Project Gemini. The shots are amazing; take a minute and look. The Gemini astronauts included many who would go on to the Apollo program, including household names like Neil Armstrong — but also Edward White (the subject of the first photo and the first American to walk in space) and Gus Grissom, who would die in a launch pad fire with Apollo 1 only a few years later.
The group also included then-34-year-old John Young; he looks like a distillation of “astronaut” to me. Young would go on to walk on the moon with Apollo 16 in 1972 — and pilot the first shuttle flight in 1981. He still lives in Houston, apparently.
This piece over at TechDirt, of all places, is one of the smarter reactions to the Mike Daisey foolishness — it, unlike most others, addresses the “David Sedaris exception.” The difference, which I think is real, lies with intent.
Worth your time.
There exist commercial enterprises whose sole purpose is to discover and sell software vulnerabilities to governments and corporations precisely so they may be exploited before they are remedied.
Apparently, I’m going to Abu Dhabi later this month, which is one of the city-states that make up the United Arab Emirates. The most famous Emirate is, of course, its neighbor to the northeast, Dubai, but Abu Dhabi is the actual capital.
Today’s game is “how many connections do I need to make to get there?”, and the loser is probably me. For the record, all three options I’m looking at right now (sadly, only economy) cost about the same:
On Continental United, flying to Abu Dhabi is an ugly multi-stop process. The first leg is from Houston to DC or New York. Then you fly to Frankfurt, and only to Abu Dhabi. Transit time is 20 to 25 hours, depending. Ick.
On the same carrier, if I go to Dubai instead and plan on a longish cab ride, I go from IAH to DC and then straight on to Dubai in a long 13-hour stretch. Total transit time is about 18 hours, plus the drive, which I’m told about two hours. It’s probably a wash timewise, but this route means longer sleeps.
If I book with Air Emirates instead, I can go direct from Houston to Dubai in 15 hours. The actual departure and arrival times are hilarious: Leave IAH at 18:50 on 4/22, land at DXB at 18:45 on 4/23. The rub is that I won’t get any useful frequent filer miles here. ContiUnited miles are still (sort of) useful for personal travel, and a trip to that part of the world means 20K miles.
So yeah, first world problems.
I refer, of course, to the New Yorker‘s approach to the iPad. One had to buy individual issues. There was no provision for subscriber access, or discounts. It was awful double-dipping of the worst kind.
Then, all of a sudden, it got a lot better. Now subscribers can read nearly any issue of the magazine on their iPad. That’s a great boon, especially for travelers like me who may have several issues “in progress.”
But the goodness really stops there, and in the time since they made this shift it’s become clear that Conde Nast has made some very, very bad choices around this presentation.
I would write more, but it turns out that David Wheeler has pretty much already done that in a very detailed and approachable piece.
(Via Fireball.)
STOP THIS. No, I do not want your app. I do not need to see this information-obstructing hyperobnoxious ad every. single. time. I visit chron.com on my iPad.
Even if you haven’t followed the whole Economist debate, Bruce Schneier’s conclusion is absolutely worth your time.
It’s mostly about Wilbur, of course, but Charlotte does make an appearance. Not safe for work, church, life, or sanity. Nor do I think it is, strictly speaking, kosher. Or halal, for that matter.
The Joshua Tree was released twenty five years ago this month.
Previously and also here.
You may have heard the tale of a man dressed as Batman pulled over on route 29 outside DC last week.
It turns out there is substantially more to the story.
(Widely linked, good thread at MeFi.)
Apparently, Alan Moore was — briefly — in a band.
Apparently, Nine Inch Nails made a (lip-sync’d) appearance on something called “Dance Party USA” in 1990.
It seems unlikely this video will last long.
Active Directory. “Hey, how do you get a list of nondisabled users from a given group?”
dsquery * ou=associates,dc=manassas,dc=[companynameredacted],dc=com -filter (!userAccountControl:1.2.840.113556.1.4.803:=2) -attr name samaccountname > Associates.txt
Seriously?
I suppose the inclusion of No. 22 was sort of inevitable in this collection of kisses, but it made me smile anyway.
Extremely high-volume mid-80s metal is pretty much the only thing keeping me from exploding in a paroxysm of sacrilegious profanity, cynicism, ire, and misanthropy.
Gather round, children, and let me tell you once again what a terrible idea code outsourcing is. The abominations I’ve seen rival the Great Old Ones for Things Which Should Not Be. As Cthulu is my witness, the dev manager showed me a place where they’d used string functions to determine absolute value, I shit you not.
Not even once, people. Not even once.
Security expert Bruce Schneier was scheduled to testify before Congress yesterday in hearing about the efficacy of the TSA.
On Friday, he learned that the TSA had struck him from the list of witnesses on the flimsy pretext that he is involved in a lawsuit over the pornocancerscanners.
As noted at Ars: “With Schneier booted from the panel, the remaining witnesses were all representatives of the Obama administration: two TSA officials, an admiral from the Coast Guard, and a member of the Government Accountability Office.”
Also of note: the TSA appears to be completely unwilling to appear on any panel with any critics:
This is not the first time the TSA has engaged in brinksmanship to avoid having to appear on a panel alongside its critics. The TSA abruptly canceled a planned appearance before the same committee last year. The agency objected to sitting alongside a representative of EPIC, a privacy group that also had a pending lawsuit against the TSA.
The TSA’s refusal to participate at last year’s hearing prompted a public rebuke from subcommittee chairman Jason Chaffetz. The TSA eventually backed down and agreed to appear on a separate panel following the other scheduled testimony.
Demand accountability from the TSA. They’re spending our money. Insist they act like it.
Edit: Nice graf from TechDirt:
Schneier is a clear thorn in the side of the TSA, and if it’s so afraid of having him speak to Congress, that really says a lot about the (lack of) confidence it has in its own arguments. If you can’t stand to let a critic speak, it suggests that perhaps your own argument isn’t very strong.
It’s rare you see a piece about any sport that’s both accessible to non-maniacal fans and astute in its analysis, so I urge you to take a moment and read Grantland’s piece on Tebow and the Jets. It includes this very succinct discussion of the mechanics of play design and what the “spread” or “wildcat” is that, even for a fan like me, seems perfect in its clarity:
With 11 players to each side, every play — but particularly run plays — often comes down to how the offense does or does not account for one or two particular defenders. In the modern NFL, if all of an offense’s players block their counterparts on a running play, the defense will have two defenders unaccounted for: The counterpart for the running back carrying the ball and the counterpart for the quarterback, who most likely has handed the ball off. Good quarterbacks like Peyton Manning seek to control their counterpart by faking a play-action pass, so that a deep safety must stand in the middle of the field.
But the ballcarrier still has a counterpart. NFL offenses work extremely hard to dictate who that guy will be — with motion, different blocking schemes, and even using wide receivers to block interior defenders — but at some point the math is the math. Until the quarterback is a threat, the math will always work against the offense. But spread coaches, without subjecting their quarterbacks to undue brutality, have learned to change the calculus.
(Via Rafe Colburn.)
Apparently, this, which hits “Christian the lion” levels of adorable.
The whole thing is here (sadly, the navigation is a bit wonky). On the affirmative (i.e., “yes, post-9/11 airport security changes have done more harm than good”), we have security analyst and expert Bruce Schneier. Defending the TSA is its former head Kip Hawley — who, it will surprise no one to learn, has no security resume to speak of.
As you may imagine, Schneier completely destroys him. Hawley rattles off talking points, but doesn’t actually address the basic points of logic that Schneier advances, and in his first rebuttal comes dangerously close to the old “well, if you knew what I know gambit.”
This debate, fun though it is to read, amounts to pulling wings of flies. Hawley is getting his ass handed to him because his position is untenable: the TSA is a colossal waste of money and effort, and the divergence of resources into this money pit actually makes us worse off. The sooner we fix this problem, the better.
There is apparently now talk of theaters addressing the lack of demand for (and therefore lack of revenue from) more expensive 3D tickets by raising 2D ticket prices and then charging the same amount for both.
The official Heathen position is simple: Fuck 3D, and fuck absolutely everything about this idea. Hello, home rental! I mean, seriously: we barely go to the movies as it is because on nearly every metric important to us, the home experience is superior. There’s no chattering. There’s no texting. There’s no $17 “small” soda. There’s no parking. We can sit in the center of the room and control the volume. We can back it up if we need a line repeated, or pause it if we need to take a leak.
What, exactly, does Regal offer me besides overpriced snacks, extortionate ticket prices, and the “opportunity” to share the movie experience with a few hundred mouth-breathing jackasses.?
Pithy, vulgar, and completely accurate.
Le Petit Prince is an art project by Troy Gua wherein a certain Artist is rendered as a Thunderbirds-style marionette.
Do not miss this. It seems inevitable that the Purple One will be unamused when he finds it.
(Via MeFi.)
It is, of course, accessed through the wardrobe.
Wil Wheaton and Felicia Day have created a new online show called Tabletop, which appears to be a merging of two things we loved at Casa Heathen: Jon Favreau’s Dinner for Five and the early seasons of Celebrity Poker Showdown.
It begins on April 2.
Did you know that it’s possible to hide from the ghosts in Pac-Man?
The author of the upcoming puzzle game Gunpoint just posted a smart piece on handling saved games. It’s always interesting to see how really GOOD sausage gets made.
I mean, it’s obviously not what they mean, but still:
The Awl’s “Classic Trash” feature takes on The Secret History.
Nothing else i say will make this post more interesting if you didn’t wear out a copy of that book, but everyone who did has already clicked through. It’s that kind of book.
Courtesy of Mother Jones.
Someone has compiled a visual database of all the nipples on display at the Met.
Seriously, check this out.
You know you want to read every Bart Simpson chalkboard message.
When, exactly, did they become shamelessly inflammatory?
Quit poking’ me. (Traditional)