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May. 15th, 2014

Comment Harpies

Every so often I moderate a comment, and the commenter objects: "You're censoring me!" (Most of the time I just nuke it, and that's the last I hear.) Granted, it isn't often, though it's happening more and more over time. I'm discussing it today because of an interesting phenomenon that other bloggers may have seen, one I call comment harpies. It works like this: Some whackjob swoops in and tries to post a nasty comment on Contra, generally to an entry that happened months or even years ago. I've never seen the poster before. The comment is invariably angry, often insulting, and sometimes obscene. The general impression I get, however, is one of out-of-control desperation.

I picture a person awash in cortisol sitting at a machine, googling topics that the harpy's tribe disagrees with, plowing through long lists of blog hits with shaking hands and attempting to post condemnations anywhere the blogs will let them. This is the terminal state of the "someone, somewhere on the Internet is wrong" psychology. Disagreement used to be a learning opportunity. Then it became insult. Now it appears to be declaration of total war.

Sad, sad.

I moderate all comments from newcomers, and I pay attention to everything said by everyone. I began moderation to throttle comment spam, which tries to come in five or six times a day, sometimes more. You've probably seen these slightly surreal cookie-cutter posts on unmoderated blogs, invariably accompanied by one or more links:

"It is of nothing enjoyed to be better apart than reading insights of distinction sourced with your sight. Links are of to be permitted, yes? I make a mind out to return of oftener."

Links are of to be permitted, no. Lost, get apart now forever and my sight out of.

The harpies are different. The English is good, and the posts generally pertain to whatever topic the target entry discusses. There's rarely any link. Though usually short, there's an occasional multi-hundred-word rant. As a general policy I delete them immediately. Now and then the indignant harpy emails me and demands an explanation. When asked, I answer: "I don't allow angry/abusive/obscene comments." End of story, usually. Sometimes the cortisol-tripper reponds again, claiming that I'm engaging in censorship. At that point, their having crossed the bright line into delusional, I delete and forget them.

Some comments fall into a gray area. A year or two ago, when I began talking about my research into ice ages for my caveman novel, I got a one-liner:

"Don't be an idiot. There will never be another ice age."

This is less angry than most, and I've certainly been called worse. With faint hope that he/she might have something interesting to say, I wrote back and suggested a politer comment with factual content, links permitted. The email address (which was qwertygargle and suspicious to begin with) turned out to be fake.

So what can we make of this? Some of my friends have suggested that posts like these are paid compaigns intended to discredit the blogger or the topic the blogger is discussing. That seems unlikely to me. Anger and insult won't change anybody's mind except perhaps in the direction opposite the harpy's intent. And when someone calls you a "Foux News watcher," what else can you do but giggle? I wonder if these people have any least idea how utterly pathetic they make themselves and their ideologies look.

Are they bored? Unemployed? Crazy? Are they crawling with toxoplasma gondii? As with all manifestations of tribal fury, the comment harpy phenomenon probably has deep roots in our primate past, where the addled tribal footsoldiers throw poop at each other while their alphas live the good life at their expense. If you have any better explanations, I'll certainly hear them.

May. 14th, 2014

Here Comes the Putzmeister!

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This is the machine that yesterday pumped liquid concrete into a hose, allowing it to be precisely (and rapidly) distributed into the voids that the crew had leveled, filled, compacted, and rebar-ed late last week. Ok, Michael Covington correctly tells us that "Putzmeister" translates from the German as "cleaning master." That other definition you're thinking of is actually Yiddish.

Quick aside: Seeing the machine reminded me of a very silly song my mother used to sing to us, called "Cement Mixer." The key line (and what stuck in my memory) is "Cement mixer, putzy-putzy." I think we may have had it on 78, possibly by piano maniac Slim Gaillard, who is the only man I've ever heard of who could play the piano with his hands held upside-down.

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No matter. The machine and the concreters did a helluva job. We have a driveway, a front walk, and a front porch again, in a nice sandy color and fairly subtle texture. It's now cured enough to walk on (carefully) though we can't drive on it for several more days. The texture-mold releaser dust has to be power-washed off of it before I can actually show you a picture of how it's going to look. That'll happen on Friday.

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The photo above is of the plastic sheets that apply the texture to the still-soft concrete. The bucket is the releaser dust that keeps the pattern sheets from sticking to the concrete. In use, the sheets are laid on the concrete and manually rammed with a pole-mounted thumper about a foot square.

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So far, wonderful. I definitely recommend the firm that did the work, Stivers Concrete. Rick Stivers got his big break by appearing with Ty Pennington on Extreme Home Makeover, back while he was still based in Escondido. Since then he's fled California's taxes and red tape to Colorado, and likes it much better here. We're very glad he did, and we're already looking ahead to summer 2015 for the garage slab and retaining wall projects. That's about as soon as we think we can handle it, given that I have to put my lathe, drill press, and extensive scrap metal collection in storage, which in turn means that we still have a great deal of clean-up-and-put-away to do out there.

Whatever. My driveway is no longer an eyesore and a safety hazard. That's victory enough for this year.

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May. 13th, 2014

Odd Lots

  • The forms are in place. The new roadbase fill has been leveled and compacted, and the rebar laid. Concrete should be here in less than an hour. Damn, we're ready.
  • Here's a concise (and hilarious) summary of everything wrong with science journalism, which is (alas) pretty much everything.
  • If the human mind can't be modeled, it can't be emulated. Which makes me wonder what sort of non-human intelligence we may be able to create computationlly, and whether we'd recognize it as intelligence if we did.
  • One of my very favorite scientists, the Vatican Observatory's Dr. Guy Consolmagno, said four years ago that if aliens come to Earth and ask to be baptised, the Church would be happy to do it--but only if they asked. There are theological questions here: Would all aliens be subject to original sin? Would each world have its own Incarnation? James Blish explored this a little (if in a rather 50s way) in A Case of Conscience . Now Pope Francis has apparently reiterated it on the Vatican news site.
  • Students remember lectures better when they take notes in longhand. I've noticed this effect myself, and it's real. The article suggests that writing notes longhand requires you to process information before writing it down, but that's true of keyboarding as well. I admit I don't take a lot of longhand notes anymore, but it's also true that keyboarding and presenting aloud seem to use entirely separate parts of my mind. (I tried to write a story once by dictating into Dragon Naturally Speaking...and it just didn't work.)
  • In crafting parody, I've run afoul of Poe's Law more than once. Far too many people are so dumb they can't detect hit-you-with-a-shovel sarcasm when they see it. (Thanks to Jim Mischel for the link.)
  • I just ordered this. Will review when I've had a chance to devour and digest it. Fat has certainly been good for me, judging by my weight and blood numbers since I stopped fearing it.
  • Coffee is good for eye health. Isn't it?
  • Wine is a lot more complicated than you probably thought, and a whole lot less romantic. Nay, it's industrial, almost...urban.
  • And still more reasons to view so-called studies with extreme caution. If you want to pass off an agenda or some sort of ideological/political/hate campaign, the best way to do it these days is hang a sign on it that says, "Trust me! I'm Science!" (Thanks to Damon Smithwick for the link.)
  • And if you've ever used a graph to try to prove something, this may give you pause. (Thanks to Roberta Crownover for the link.)

May. 5th, 2014

Creative Destruction (We Hope)

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I had hoped to write more about the Cayman Islands today, but we learned soon after rising that the Big Duntemann Concrete Project would begin elevenses. And so it did.

Those outside my inner circle know that we've been having concrete issues since four months after we moved in. Actually, as soon as the first big rain happened circa May 2004, our front walk caved in. The developer replaced it. We were good for a few months, but toward the end of 2004 the driveway started cracking. By early 2005 it was looking serious, and not long after it started looking serious, the developer vanished. (Coincidence!) So we had the driveway mudjacked at our own expense in the summer of 2005.

Peace reigned for a few years. By 2008 the driveway had begun to crack again, and by 2010 was rapidly descending into rubble. Carol was taking care of her mom in that era, so we didn't have the bandwidth to confront the problem--and we were in Chicago as much as we were here. Just after the Taos Toolbox workshop in July 2011, the gas riser pipe on the street side of our gas meter cracked after being pulled down into the settling soil for seven years. Toward the end of 2011 we had to have the lower level slab mudjacked, which destroyed the carpeting and made a mess of our lower level generally. I pulled my left supinator badly trying to move boxes filled (carelessly) full of books. I like what we have on the lower level now, but man, getting here sucked.

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So at last we're having the topside concrete bashed out and replaced. It was funny to watch the Bobcat jackhammer work on the concrete slab. In many spots, the bam-bam-bam was not sharp but hollow-sounding. After a few hits, the jackhammer tip broke through and went down five or six inches instantly, which suggests--nay, shouts--that there were six inches of dead air under the slab.

My driveway now looks like a bombing range, and will for what might be a couple of days yet. At some point (soon?) the dump trucks will come, schlep out the rubble, and then bring back roadbase fill to bring the area up to compaction code. After that, the rebar and the pouring can begin.

We're having the front porch slab cut out and manually removed as well, which means that getting in and out of the house is going to be problematic for a few days, especially given Carol's ongoing recuperation from three foot surgeries. The cars are parked on the street, and the freezer is reasonably full, as is the dog food bin. Concrete cocooning? Hey, I've got steaks, wine, red peppers, and a grill on the back deck.

We're ready.

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May. 4th, 2014

Odd Lots

  • This is where we stayed on Grand Cayman last week. Unless I misrecall, it was about $150 a night. Don't forget that it was not air conditioned.
  • For deep reading, print may be the way to go, for reasons we don't yet understand. In looking back a year or so, I realize that I generally read fiction on my Transformer Prime, and nonfiction on paper. It wasn't a conscious decision--and may simply be due to a reluctance of nonfiction publishers to issue ebooks--but it was probably the correct one.
  • Here's yet another reason why I've decided to let the Sun actually reach my skin.
  • It's starting to look like diet has little or no effect on cancer risk. This has been my suspicion for a long time. Obesity, yes. Diet itself, no. (Thanks to Bruce Baker for the link.)
  • Ohh, Ancel Key's beautiful wickedness is all starting to unravel. Saturated fat has nothing to do with heart disease. This has also been a suspicion of mine for some time, along with the suspicion that eating fat will make you lose weight more quickly than simply going low-carb. It certainly worked that way for me. I now weigh only eight pounds more than I did when I was 24, and a good deal of that is probably muscle I put on via ten years of weight training. (Thanks to Trevor Tompkins for the link.)
  • Interesting paper on why the Neanderthals died out. They didn't necessarily die out becausethey were inferior. (Maybe they didn't die out at all but are still here, pretending to be ugly Saps.) If I had to guess, I'd say their skulls got so big as to make childbirth problematic. But what were they doing with all that gray matter? (Thanks to Erik Hanson for the link.)
  • I stumbled on a year-old article that pretty much captures my reaction to weather.com. I will add, however, that weather.com beats the living hell out of The Weather Channel.
  • I'm still waiting for reports of cataclysmic pwnage on XP machines. The number "2000" comes to mind.
  • Speaking of which, I still need XP because my HP S20 slide scanner has no driver that will run on Windows 7. Haven't tried the VM trick yet, but ultimately that's the way I'll have to go.
  • I knew there was a reason I only lived in Baltimore for 23 months.

May. 3rd, 2014

Second Honeymoon, Part 1

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Yesterday evening, while on layover at George Bush International Airport in Houston, I was in the men's room wondering whythehell they always put mirrors over urinals, when it hit me: I am now a person of melanin.

Really. I haven't had a tan like this in I don't know how long. We've been to Hawaii several times in recent years, but I always hid under a metric tonne of sunblock and came back as pasty as I left. Not this time. Carol and I just returned from a long-delayed expedition to the same resort (or what remains of it) where we stayed on our honeymoon in early October 1976. 38 years had not been kind to the resort, much of which was destroyed by Hurricane Ivan in 2004. The surviving beachfront cottages were sold for condos, and we rented one for the week.

We used sunblock sparingly. I actually sat out in the sun on our back deck in Colorado the week prior to the trip to get a little color. It was an experiment in mood management. This ugly frigid long winter had me in a bit of a funk, and I wanted to know if some vitamin D would improve my mood. I'm guessing that I got a serious load of vitamin D. Did it help my mood?

Well, my mood certainly improved. But between frolicking on a deserted beach with my transcendentally gorgeous forever girlfriend, flying kites together, drinking pina coladas at Rum Point, almost running into Baron Barracuda, and not doing much else of serious consequence for almost nine days (including not checking Facebook at all), well, I'm sure I don't know.

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The two photos above of Carol flying kites are at almost precisely the same physical location, just 38 years apart. Did 38 years matter? Sure. We know and love each other immeasurably better than we did on our honeymoon. I've traded some hair for muscles I didn't have when I was 24, but Carol, well, she hasn't had to trade in anything at all.

Tomorrow: more stories and photos of The Week Without Either Air Conditioning or Facebook.

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Apr. 21st, 2014

Jiminies, Like Dust

Just about everybody in the free world was disgusted by this news story, which describes a 15-year-old Pennsylvania boy with learning disabilities who was arrested and threatened with a felony for recording a video of several bullies who were taunting him. Go back and read that again. The school did nothing to discipline the bullies, but wanted to make a felon of the victim. The Wrath of Net then fell upon the worthless school, and without admitting what they'd done, they were kind enough to let the vicious, special-needs student slide. For filming the bullies who were tormenting him.

What the hell is going on here?

My first thought was that the bullies were school sports heroes. We inexplicably idolize jocks, and cut them a great deal of slack even when they're being insufferable jerks. Ending team sports in schools would go a long way toward eliminating this problem, as I've suggested before. Well, I thought about it a little more and changed my mind. No, there's more at stake here. Much more. And this is one time where I could have predicted it 22 years ago, but didn't. My bad.

Back when I was editing PC Techniques/Visual Developer I wrote a number of editorials describing my vision of the computing future. I scored a few hits and a fair number of misses. I pretty much predicted Wikipedia in 1994. In 1992 I also predicted wearable computing, in the form of the Jiminy, a lapel-pin computer with 256 cores and 64 TB of storage. The Jiminy has imagers, and enough storage to record literally weeks of video. And all I could think to do with it is create a P2P network for passing queries around.

Silly boy. Readers tut-tutted my failure of imagination, and in the next issue of PC Techniques I went far beyond the Jiminy, and in an essay called "Computers, Like Dirt" I postulated free-range imaging nanocomputers the size of dirt particles. I don't have that editorial OCRed and laid out yet, but here's the last 200 words:

"Naked" nanocomputers will certainly have their uses. Imagine a device the size of a particle of dirt with one face an image sensor. The rest of the device is a bucket-brigade image storage system that stores millions of images, clocking in a new one every second, or minute, or hour, in effect taking "movies" lasting hours, days, or years. Now imagine untold trillions of these little camcorders released into the environment and carried by the winds to every corner of the earth.

No matter where you go, the very dirt on the street is taking your picture. Even in your own home, the dust that Mr. Byte tracks in watches your arguments, your deceits, literally your every move, at 5000 X 5000 resolution.

Want to solve a crime? Go back to the murder site and dig a thimbleful of dust from several points, and you've got millions of movies of the murder as it happened. Rob a bank and the dirt on the floor convicts you. Cleanliness is statistical; no matter how clean an environment, the dust is there somewhere.

Nanocomputers could make it impossible to commit crimes of any sort undetected...or to keep secrets of any kind at all. Virtue imposed by the dust on the wind: How's that for an endpoint to the evolution of computing?

Scared yet? I wasn't back in 1992...probably because I assumed I'd be dead long before anything like this came about. But now we've got Google Glass, dashcams, copcams, and lots of other mechanisms that basically do nothing but sit around taking pictures all...the...time.

This is what the schools are afraid of. And as much a critic as I am of knuckleheaded public school administrators, I can almost feel their pain here. Nearly everybody has some bitch about our schools and colleges, all of them different, but every one a complaint. The schools are afraid we'll sue them for doing something, or doing nothing, where "nothing" and "something" embrace everything. Nor are lawsuits necessary. If thousands of students each with hundreds of friends begin to engage in Internet vigilantism, the schools cannot help but lose, and lose big. If every student has a Jiminy on their lapels and a legal right to take pictures of everything that goes on around them, there will be no dodging administrator or teacher misfeasance or malfeasance. Even if the schools get such things outlawed (which they will desperately try to do, and in some places like Pennsylvania they already have) illicit videos of bullies and misbehaving admins or teachers will reach the Net and thus become eternal. Education as a whole would change radically.

As would a lot of other things, few of which I (or anyone else) can predict. I may leave it to your imagination. I will go out on a limb and postulate a quieter, more deliberate, and much more polite sort of world, because no behavior could ever be reliably hidden. I doubt it'll happen while I'm still around, but by Jiminy, we're moving slowly but inexorably in that direction. Better behave, guys--because everybody will be watching.

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Apr. 17th, 2014

Odd Lots

  • This exploit isn't new, but may be the most devilish thing I've seen in a couple of years: Using the Unicode "right-to-left override" character in a filename to make a .exe file look like a .pdf, a .jpg, .txt, or anything else. Double-click on that PDF, and you'll get pwned...because it isn't a PDF.
  • Working 16-hour days and sleeping a couple of hours under your desk may contribute to the high percentage of failures among startups. Basically, people who short on sleep think dumb thoughts and chase dumb ideas. They seem to wear their wilfull sleeplessness like a badge of honor, even as it kills their startups. Or themselves.
  • Note the near-obligatory Ekirch reference in the above article. I've still not found much evidence for his theory of "divided sleep" outside of his own book, but the guy gets citations all over the place.
  • This article on food myths is less interesting than the comments, which generally confirm my conclusion (having seen lots of similar comment sections) that nobody really knows what healthy eating is. (Thanks to Roy Harvey for the link.)
  • My own advice runs like this, with no apologies whatsoever to Michael Pollan: Eat food. Not too much. And sometimes plants.
  • Much activity in this realm recently. Bruce Baker sends this link from the New York Times . Comments section very similar. The whole field, in fact, is a virtual food fight. Proving you're right by insulting your opponents is very in right now, especially on Facebook.
  • Neil Rest sends a link suggesting that exposure to bright light in the morning lowers BMI. Now, I think BMI itself is bogus--the metric doesn't differentiate between fat and muscle, sheesh!--but if morning sunlight does indeed goose metabolism, getting out in the sun is a good thing. We should be cautious here: It's been established that losing sleep does promote weight gain, and it's mostly night people who lose sleep.
  • Name brand diet soda sales are in free-fall. I think that this is less about health and more about cost: People are probably reacting to price hikes from Big Soda over the past couple of years by moving to house brands from Wal-Mart and the major grocery chains.
  • House brands are a fascinating business, and there's very little out there on how this titanic but virtually invisible industry operates. Who makes the Cheerios that aren't Cheerios?
  • Is the Internet taking away religious faith? Hardly. What it's doing is providing secular religions (like political ideology) to satisfy the tribal hunger of the 50% whose disaffiliation from organized religion can't be explained in other ways. Tribal ideology is cheap (no churches or clergy to support) and once you've given yourself permission to hate others who differ from you, it provides the perfect excuse.

Apr. 16th, 2014

Ask the Man Who Has One. Or Seventeen.

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Computers suck. Ask the man who has one. Or seventeen.

You haven't seen much from me lately because I began the XP rampdown a little too late to be calm and systematic about it. It wasn't evolution, nor upgrading. It was demolition. I will probably be tinkering with the rubble for a good long while, but the explosions have for the most part occurred where and how I intended them.

Before I get into that, take a look at the photo above. I use the Dell SK-8135 keyboard everywhere I don't need one of my precious Northgates, and I destroyed one a couple of weeks ago by literally dropping a computer on it. (I don't know if the SX270 got hurt. It's now in somebody's recycle pile, and will not trouble this world again.) That left me with no spares, so I ordered a couple of used ones from a surplus house. Both arrived the other day...with logins and passwords taped to their undersides. Heartbleed? We don't need no steeking Heartbleed...

So we return to the XP crater. The smoke is clearing. Both of Carol's machines are now used but spotless Optiplex 780s running Win7. My GX620 USFF upgraded to Win7 without a whole lot of argument. My quadcore now has a newer and much larger SSD, plus a new card reader and four new USB ports on the front panel. My new Dell e6400 laptop was a Win7 slab from the outset. I got rid of four SX270s, plus a couple of old Pentium 3 mini-towers that followed me home years ago and refused to leave. I was about to recycle my dead 2001 Thinkpad X21, then plugged it in, scratched my chin, shoved the hard disk solidly into its slot, and boom! Windows 2000 said hi to me for the first time since early 2005. The X21 remains my favorite laptop of all time. Still not sure what to do about that.

There were driver problems, not that that came as a complete surprise. Both my HP 5370C flatbed scanner and my OpticBook flatbed edge scanner came with drivers that refused to install. (Interestingly, my even older HP PhotoSmart S20 slide scanner installed without any grumbling.) HP's 5370C driver was an abomination even when it was new. The 5370C is a freaking scanner, for cripe's sake. Why does it need twenty-five assorted DLLs, OCXs, and other dubious squidlies in order to function? Well, I'm in the thick of scanning a lot of paper records for offsite storage, and I needed that scanner bad. What I ended up doing turned out to be a bit of a wonder: I bought the Pro version of VueScan. It rankled me a little at first to have to spend $80 to reclaim a scanner I paid for twelve years ago. That said, what VueScan gave me was marvelous: A common UI for every scanner in the house. (VueScan supports the S20 as well.) The product is well worth the money. It comes with a reasonably literate 111-page user guide, and there's a book about it too. The book's on order, and so far I've been able to find my way around by (gasp) reading the manual, with less head-banging than I expected. The list of scanners supported by VueScan is boggling. If I ever need to get another scanner, I won't have to screw with psychotic vendor drivers, nor learn any needlessly different vendor UIs.

Win a program, lose a program. I have a little utility called Jasc Image Commander that's been with me since the midlate 90s. All I use it for is to crop, resize, rotate, and adjust color on pictures for Contra. Alas, Win7 will have no part of it. Bummer. I installed FastStone and IrfanView and am trying to decide which to keep. Both are more complex than I need, but I've used them both before and the jump won't be too traumatic. So far, IrfanView has the edge.

Win7 itself wasn't that big a deal. I still have a couple of head-scratchers on the list. The e6400 simply will not join my homegroup. I'll come back to that once I study up a little on homegroups. I have a weird impression that Win7 is dropping keystrokes on me when I type quickly--and as most of my friends are aware, I type very quickly. This may in part be due to the PS/2-USB keyboard converter that allows me to use a 1991 Northgate on a machine without a PS/2 keyboard connector. Don't know. Will continue to research it.

I may put XP in a VM in case I need it for something. I'm also keeping one XP-based SX270, not for the sake of XP but because it's the only machine in the house that can read floppies and Zip disks. Who still has floppies and Zip disks? I do. And they wander in sometimes carrying interesting things.

Still, for the most part, it's done. Sure, I should have begun sooner. Yeah, I'll miss XP a little. I won't miss the boxloads of old hardware that the switchover finally motivated me to dump. And boy, am I looking forward to moving on to more entertaining projects than this!

Apr. 3rd, 2014

Odd Lots

  • Hats off to T. C. Chua, who figured out how to make Zoundry Raven work with IE9+. Raven uses IE's WYSIWYG editor, and changes made to the editor with IE9 breaks the program completely. Zoundry is open-source and hasn't been updated since 2008. Mr. Chua traced through the Python code, found the problem, fixed it, and built an .EXE out of the Python code. He's made it available here. I've used Raven to edit and post Contra entries since 2008, and didn't feel like chasing down some new blog editor now that I've moved to Win7. Bravo!
  • Vegetarian diets are not as healthy as we've been led to believe. Make sure you scroll down to Table 3 and get a look at the figures for cancer. Now, some thrive on vegetarian diets and many don't. What the research doesn't appear to take into account is "lifestyle panic," which is severe anxiety that some (usually minor) aspect of your life will kill you. If worry about your diet turns your life into a cortisol thrill ride, your diet won't help you, and it certainly won't be what killed you.
  • Mars reaches opposition on April 8, and the best day for observing it is April 14. Actually, any time within a week or two of those dates will provide a pretty good show, especially if you have even a smallish telescope. Such opportunities happen roughly every two years, so catch it now or wait until 2016!
  • Wearable computing has never really set the world on fire, and here's a reasonably honest assessment as to why. I already have one computer in my pocket, and that's plenty.
  • A GoPro-packing RC flying wing. Makes kites look kind of lame, but lame is what I have on hand, and lame is how I'm going to fly my GoPro this spring. If we ever get a spring. (6" of sloppy stuff this morning; would have been 15" had it been ten degrees colder.)
  • Cores (the other kind of cores) like dust.
  • My instance of the Gallery photo server is pretty much dead, and I've begun migrating photos to Flickr. Here's my photostream link, and my three sets so far. I'm not yet an ace at the system by any means, but with some practice I'll get everything interesting up there.
  • Ok. Precision marshmallow toasting is cool. Just don't get nuts and melt the mallow into the machinery.
  • I study climate, in general to support a fiction concept I'm working on, but I don't talk about it here because I don't like to trigger the sort of slobbering tribal hatred that any such discussion invariably involves. This is an interesting (if depressing) psychological phenomenon all by itself. (Thanks to Trevor Thompkins for the link.)
  • This turned up on April 1, but like all the best hoaxes, it is nowhere clear that it's actually a hoax. So is it? (Thanks to Esther Schindler for the link.)
  • The world's smallest volcano was maybe just a little easier to suss out...

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