4.30.2007

for all you bigshots

this is a very interesting phenomena: thieves stalking big shots at the places they get their shots and then taking a shot at shoddiness.

As Carl alluded to in his blog last week, “Starbucks Stalking” is a very real crime.

It would be funny—if it wasn’t true. The fact is that if you have data that would attract a thief, your morning latte could end up quite expensive. A new twist for the old industrial espionage game is to stalk executives or key players in a corporation, and find their favorite watering hole near their offices. The executives themselves are not the desirable object per se, but their laptops are. “Starbucks Stalking” is a growing trend, and for obvious reasons: it’s less risky, easier, and just as fruitful as physically stealing a laptop computer if your goal is data. And today, that’s the goal.
link here for full article. via Security Insights Blog

yes. yes i do find people tiring. and dont ask whats the matter.

Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?

If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?

If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly...Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

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Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

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Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge.

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It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people.

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Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

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...many actors... are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors, introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics.

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With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

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The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice? First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.

Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"

Third, don't say anything else, either.


from Caring for Your Introvert [link here]


4.27.2007

stick your money in my pocket. just once.

so today we read an interesting situation. a man. just a normal ol' georger duder. he does to the bank right? he whips out his atm card, leans out of his 1984 ford truck thats rusting out, sticks his card in the atm, punches in his pin code (which is probably his wifes birthday so he doesn't forget) gets out $20, grabs the receipt, drives off. then he gets home. its late. hes had a few beers. and he empties out his pocket on his birds-eye maple dresser his wife bought him at an antique store. he glances at his receipt and notices a very large number. a VERY large number.

and hot dang! hes off. back to the atm. whats the limit he thinks? 300 bucks. done! and the saga continues.

fyi, it would take 267 days to withdrawal 80 g's from an atm.

LA VISTA — A La Vista man is charged with felony theft after he spent $80,000 his bank deposited in his account by mistake.

George J. Costa, 45, is charged in Sarpy County with theft of lost or mislaid property. It is a crime to take money that’s been “delivered under a mistake.”

More than $106,000 was deposited into Costa’s account between August 2006 and February after a Pinnacle Bank employee mixed up account numbers, according to the Nebraska State Patrol.
The bank was able to recover $26,000 from Costa’s account after the mistake was recovered.

“’Finder’s keepers’ and ’possession is nine-tenths of the law’ aren’t legal principles,” said Sarpy County Attorney Lee Polikov.

Costa’s lawyer, James Martin Davis, said Costa is willing to work out repayment in civil court but shouldn’t be charged criminally.

“If somebody sticks money in your pocket and you spend it, you can’t be convicted of theft,” he said. [link]

4.26.2007

bee mine or bee gone

some of you may have been hearing things about bees dying off. they are calling it "colony collapse disorder." if you have not heard of this, you probably should. it doesn't seem like a bright idea to wipe out all the bees in the world.

the economist [economist.com] has published today in print form a pretty good recent article to get you up to speed, from it we read:

This may point to an economic factor. Honey production is worth just $200m a year, but bees pollinate $15 billion-worth of fruit, vegetables and nuts, especially the $2 billion almond business. As the production of almonds has grown, the prices that the beekeepers can charge for their pollination services have increased. This has given them a reason to move their bees further and more frequently. Perhaps this constant moving is stressful for the bees and so depresses their immune systems. And yet, simply moving the colonies cannot fully explain the disorder, because it has also been seen in bees that are not moved around.

The interviewers were able to eliminate some suspects from their inquiries. It makes no difference what the bees eat, what chemicals apiarists use to prevent disease in the hives, whether the bees are for pollinating or for making honey, or where the queens came from. A recent suggestion that mobile phones may play a part has also been dismissed. [more: link]

4.24.2007

How to Talk to a Climate Skeptic

below, in its entirety is from gristmill. i thought this was great. it reminds me of apologetics. enjoy.


Below is a complete listing of the articles in "How to Talk to a Climate Skeptic," a series by Coby Beck containing responses to the most common skeptical arguments on global warming. There are four separate taxonomies; arguments are divided by:
Individual articles will appear under multiple headings and may even appear in multiple subcategories in the same heading.

Stages of Denial

  1. There's nothing happening
    1. Inadequate evidence
    2. Contradictory evidence
    3. No consensus
  2. We don't know why it's happening
    1. Models don't work
    2. Prediction is impossible
    3. We can't be sure
  3. Climate change is natural
    1. It happened before
    2. It's part of a natural change
    3. It's not caused by CO2
  4. Climate change is not bad
    1. The effects are good
    2. The effects are minor
    3. Change is normal
  5. Climate change can't be stopped
    1. Too late
    2. It's someone else's problem
    3. Economically infeasible

Scientific Topics

  1. Temperature
  2. Atmosphere
  3. Extreme events
    1. Temperature records
    2. Storms
    3. Droughts
  4. Cryosphere
    1. Glaciers
    2. Sea ice
    3. Ice sheets
  5. Oceans
  6. Modeling
    1. Scenarios
    2. Uncertainties
  7. Climate forcings
    1. Solar influences
    2. Greenhouse gases
    3. Aerosols
  8. Paleo climate
    1. Holocene
    2. Ice ages
    3. Geologic history
  9. Scientific process

Types of Argument

  1. Uninformed
  2. Misinformed
  3. Cherry Picking
  4. Urban Myths
  5. FUD
  6. Non Scientific
  7. Underdog Theories
  8. Crackpottery

Levels of Sophistication

  1. Silly
  2. Naive
  3. Specious
  4. Scientific

4.23.2007

nostalgia revisited

as a child i was surrounded by music. i thank the Lord for this. my father got his degree in classical guitar, my mother started to get her degree in voice, but quit when she was a sophomore to support my father going to college. they were married then. they had me a year later. meanwhile, they made their living in a rock and roll band. the star city players. talk to anyone cool who lived in lincoln in the early 80's and they would have heard them. they made their living for a number years just playing shows. i can vaguely remember a few of them.

fast forward ten years and my mom goes back to school to finish her degree in music. she wants to teach voice lessons. (oh and if anyone wants voice lessons, im sure she would still be up for it.) i remember going to all sorts of concerts and and listening to all sorts of music in the car with her as she studied. most of it was classical. but there was this one tape she had that i would steal at night and listen on my own little tape player. it moved me. but then it disappeared and for another 10 years ive always wondered what it was. but i could still hear it in my sleep. the science of it. in 3-d.

until now.

i stumbled upon the music while listening to Paco de Lucia videos on youtube. i recognized it immediately. and now there is a name to the music: Concierto de Aranjuez, composed by Joaquín Rodrigo Vidre in 1939. interestingly enough:

Until asked to perform and interpret Joaquin Rodrigo's Concierto de Aranjuez in 1991, Paco de Lucía had never learned how to read musical notation. While learning to play the Concierto as a flamenco guitarist, where rhythm and pace is essential, he preferred to risk giving the listener a 'dirty' note when being forced to go from low to very high notes rather than to displace the rhythm and pace just to keep the notes clean. He felt that as a flamenco guitarist he could interpret the Concierto in a fashion not previously done. Joaquín Rodrigo declared that no one had ever played his composition in such a brilliant manner. [wikipedia.com]
so here you go, the three movements to the Convierto de Aranjuez. Lock yourself in a closet for 20 minutes and listen to the whole thing. it is beautiful.



4.18.2007

4.13.2007

another i


























Attrition.org [link] has a daily update of data loss. a data loss archive basically. the following is just from the last week. pretty soon there will be lots of me. (and you)


Bank of America data loss circa 2007/04/12
Names, addresses, and Social Security numbers on stolen laptop


Fulton County, Georgia data loss circa 2007/04/12
75,000 voter registration application cards with Social Security numbers, names, and addresses


University of Pittsburgh Medical Center data loss circa 2007/04/12
80 patients' names and Social Security numbers available on internet


Black Hills State University data loss circa 2007/04/12
Social Security numbers and names of 56 posted on college web site


ChildNet data loss circa 2007/04/11
Stolen laptop contains personal information of about 12,000


Georgia Department of Community Health / Affiliated Computer Services data loss circa 2007/04/10
Social Security numbers, birthdates and addresses of 2.9 million on lost CD


Turbo Tax data loss circa 2007/04/09
Web error permitted access to others' tax returns


Rogers Communications Inc data loss circa 2007/04/08
Hundreds of orders with personal details and Social Insurance numbers found strewn in parking lot


Chicago Public Schools data loss circa 2007/04/06
Stolen laptops contain names and Social Security numbers of about 40,000


Hortica data loss circa 2007/04/06
Missing backup tapes contain names, Social Security numbers, drivers' license numbers

4.11.2007

4.10.2007

cyber me

so now you can get your very own cyber self.

why?

well for all those times you are too busy to chat with your friends online.

but how does it work?

oh its simple. just go to www.mycybertwin.com and sign up. then train your cyber twin to react just like you would when chatting. they will chat with people when you are away from the internet. (the one with email)

hmm.

yes thats what i thought. hmm.

take your slide guitar and fly

basically it goes like this: there is only one genre of music i completely dislike.

this genre is country.

that being a preface, im not really enjoying the new bright eyes album, cassadaga. in fact, i dont like it. connor might be a good poet/songwriter, but he is no Bob Dylan and he can climb down off his high horse. he tries way too hard these days at sounding nasally, emotional, and profound. but only the first gets done.

i was at a concert last year with my sister at sokal underground and i distinctly remember this indie kid standing in front of me with this girl that he kept leaning into her ear and whispering things. they looked like they hated the music. their bodies were not moving. i wished they would leave. my sister pointed out a bit later that it was him, connor oberst, and his girlfriend maria taylor. go figure. but the part that was really obnoxious was when at the last song connor ran to the front, got on stage, and starting singing along with the band... full of energy and motion. oh please.

we walked out.

so i find this on the saddle creek website:

Once tagged "rock's boy genius" by the music press, Conor Oberst turned 27 on February 15th and even without that in mind it's hard to listen to Cassadaga without hearing a newfound sophistication to the Bright Eyes sound. Producer, multi-instrumentalist and permanent band member Mike Mogis has crafted a swirling, euphonious record, at times bursting with bombastic confidence and country swagger, and at others loose-limbed and mesmeric.
swirling, euphonious...at times bursting with bombastic confidence eh? oh please.

im walking out.
and am going to go listen to some mates of state.
thats where the real joy is.

4.04.2007

3.28.2007

to induce a childlike feeling

in several weeks i would like to host the following event:

intoxicación del niño

1. we will find the largest, steepest grassy hill in around.
2. everyone will buy and bring their very own Giga Ball.
3. everyone will race down the very large and steep grassy hill in their Giga Ball.

more details later...

3.16.2007

.pray for amelia.

http://ameliaallen.wordpress.com/

mystery album 1

how does something like this happen? im caught between feeling like an utter fool and incredibly excited...heres how it happened:

its lunch time. im organizing things on my flash drive. im putting on it some music ive downloaded from work to take home. and im putting it in my "music" folder on my flasher. well, in my flasher i notice this folder titled: "mystery album 1" ...*blank stare*... what the?

the "what the?" was slightly subsided when i remembered that i went through this phase of naming folders with "mystery album XX" ...long explanation, ask me on a road trip sometime...

i look in the folder and find the first music track: "01-elevator_music_192_aac_cbr." so i search my music song list for the word elevator. nothing matches. stumped. hmm. so i do the next logical thing: i import the album into my itunes library and Viola!!

this image appears with "elevator music" playing:

























oh glory glory! to the highest! its the new Beck album, The Information. hot dang! i never knew i bought this! i never knew i even had this! ive never even listened to it! but ive been wanting it! (i have every other beck album ever made)

so here i am...listening to beautiful things for the very first time. its such an interesting thing to listen to music for the very first time. it does not loose its spark. a first kiss becomes a second. it never regains its glory. but each new album is like a kiss in its own. such sparkle.

i was going to leave work early. there is a horseless event tonight. did you hear? (but i might just have to sit here and finish listening to this album.

.pray for amelia.

clever

this is a clever parody:

3.09.2007

turtles all the way down

people like to talk. they like to talk about things they think they know something about. and they like to add to it. as if they are adding a unique piece of information/fact/opinion on the subject that no one has ever added. even myself, as i write this am writing and thinking ideas that have probably been repeated. this is nothing new. but its all fascinating me right at this moment. why is this? why do we do these things? why do we even communicate in the first place? is it because we long for community? we long to be bonded to others and feel close? to feel as one? am i wanting you all, whoever you are, to read this and bind with me on some spiritual intangible level? or perhaps im hoping for the tangible, im hoping one of you will make note of these thoughts that theyre good, and ill be commended. recognized. ill be the first to introduce these thoughts to you, right? even though im unoriginal, and really im only made up of everyone else. i am not myself. bla bla. what am i saying? rubbish right? brilliance right? isnt it just a matter of interpretation? nothing make sense and everything makes sense. or does it. or does it not? have you ever seen i heart huckabees? one of my favorite parts of the film is this confrontation of a man who thinks he is "all that". and the confronters are trying to convince him he is not. he responds at the climax: "how am i not myself?" then the confronters respond: "how am i not myself" over and over and over. how am i not myself. how am i not myself. google the phrase "i think", you will get 332 million references. i dont even think that many people in the world have internet access. i think another idea is that people want to be right. i think they want to have the correct view, the correct interpretation. i think. or more they want their view to be the right one. and then, once the have a view formed, its like they shut off all other options. they defend. so then, one has to wonder if people like to argue. maybe the whole "people want community" thing is absolutely wrong. maybe people want to fight. maybe we are all warriors at heart and we passionately want to be passionate about something. but we go to our offices each day, or drive in our cars, or get high and play video games and our passion has no outlet other than what we surround ourselves with. so we get passionate about our jobs. we get passionate about being the best Halo 2 player. we get passionate about the girl or boy we are falling for. or maybe its all combined on a plate. resting upon a turtles back. and little kids swirl us around like peas and carrots and cry out because they want to eat brownies. or maybe we are all crazy. or maybe just one of us is. and surly im wrong. because there is always someone that thinks so. but im always right. because the chances that one of those 332 million "i think" phrases say what im saying. but can we really be right and wrong? ive been on a roll the last few weeks saying some terribly "wrong" things to people. i might as well keep the ball rolling. things are not as bad as you think they are. things are not as good as they seem. i am not myself. how am i not myself?

heres a bit that henry david thoreau wrote in his journal on may 4th, 1852:

Men are making speeches… all over the country, but each expresses only the thought, or the want of thought, of the multitude. No man stands on truth. They are merely banded together as usual, one leaning on another and all together on nothing; as the Hindoos made the world rest on an elephant, and the elephant on a tortoise, and had nothing to put under the tortoise.
and here is something stephen hawking wrote in his book a brief history of time:
A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the Earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the centre of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy.
At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise."
The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?"
"You're very clever, young man, very clever," said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!"

3.08.2007

a new low


















i cannot even begin to describe the excitement ive just found myself in:

Low, one of my all time top ten bands. from duluth, mn. is releasing another record! oh dear. the band has been around for 15 years or so with two main members: alan sparhawk and his wife mimi parker. alan does vocals and guitar, mimi vocals and drums. originally the bassist was john nicholas, but he left and then zak sally was the bassist for years and years. after their last album, the great destroyer, zak left the band, and low fans everywhere were saddened. now, alan did come around an put out an album of him and his guitar stuff, but it just wasent the same.

until now.

they have a new album coming, this time with matt livingston as their bassist. the album is called drums and guns. you can listen to a song from it here, called breaker. its brilliant. its got the transcendent vocals, a beautiful chord progression on the organ, wondrous guitar lines, a little bit of clapping and some amazing drum beats being laid down. way to go mimi!

their myspace page

the album comes out on the 20th of march.

2.28.2007

figure out what i need to figure out




















kevin quaderer has done what many of us dream about doing. he has quit his job, sold his things, bought a van, converted the van into his home, and has become a bum. a climbing bum that is. oh, and he started a blog to document it. he contemplates:

But why go, now? That's a tricky question, and to be honest, I'm not exactly sure. There are a bunch of obvious reasons, like “it'll be fun!” and “chicks love guys who live in vans, right?” But as far as deeper reasons go, real reasons... I'm still having a hard time figuring that one out. I guess it's part of the mission here.

1. Figure out what I need to figure out.

2. Figure that thing out.

Easy, right?
yes, deep thoughts there kevin. good to hear you have actually pulled those thoughts out of your deeper heart and are attempting to address them.

ive been following his blog and his journey. and frankly, its exciting. exciting to see how he changes. exciting to read about his trip and see pictures of his bloody hands in his "one pair" of pants. he had a great post earlier this week about the business of life. about "firing on all cylinders" he writes:
Like any major change in lifestyle, it takes a while to adapt to life as a full-time climber. As my mind starts to unwind a little bit, it's surprising to see how twisted up it had become running the the rat race of the "real world."

Life can get pretty crazy. When I'm working full time, and trying to stay active as a climber or skier, I'm pretty much firing on all cylinders, all the time. As soon as I leave my desk, I'm usually off to the crag or the gym. Or I'm cutting hours of sleep to squeeze in a few laps in the backcountry before work. Weekends are even worse - How fast can we get to Zion? How many pitches can we do this weekend? Why can't these guys in front of us hurry up, don't they know we only have 19 hours before we have to be back at work?

And in the spare moments when I'm not working, or climbing, or driving to one or the other, those random moments of silence through the day, by comparison, seem empty. The silence seems louder than a car dealership commercial. So I fill it with TV, radio, iPod, computer, cell phone, anything. So long as it's not silence. If I'm not constantly stimulated and entertained, I'm bored.

Which bring me back to today. Today, I'm finally reaching a point where the silence is tolerable again. I took a hike in Arches. I made a few turkey sandwiches. I sat outside for a little while and watched Nick work on a home made bike trailer he's building. I can feel the shift starting to happen in my thinking.

It's a rest day, and I'm finally able to start enjoying a little silence.
exactly.

2.26.2007

dont blow it

i think this is great.