I know why the caged bird is stark-raving insane…

Many moons ago I found an online web hosting company called Hosting4Less.com. They had good service and I established a domain with them on behalf of one of my family members. Everything was going swimmingly until a dust-up started me looking for other web hosting providers. The web hosting market is jammed packed with competitors. The people at Hosting4Less can’t compete with the service I found, called iPage. Moving this domain however was less than easy.

The domain was managed by a bulk-domain registrar “OpenSRS” something or other. In order to get the domain transferred to a new domain registrar I needed a password, a Domain Transfer Password. It took me 2 weeks to wheedle this sucker out from the previous domain registrar and then email it to everyone trying to help me. The domain transfer failed 3 times, and on the 4th it was half-way there, some sort of mutant half-life – living between domain registrars. After asking for help a 4th time the fine people at iPage did get it resolved for me, but the domain was evidently “Locked”, so I had to get a username and password, log into manage.opensrs.net and unlock the domain and change the domains nameservers.

Each step is predicated on a drug-addled pharmacy structure – we’ll get around to it either in 1 hour, or 7 days depending on how much crack we have to smoke. There is no rhyme or reason, I think they put these obnoxious time estimates down to avoid people from going completely apeshit when one change can take a week for someone to pay attention to.

The Domain Naming System is secure, I have no doubt about that. How is this security vouchsafed? It’s soaked in various username/password combinations (160 bits of security on that password!) but most of all it is a bureaucratic abyss. You stare into it and it stares right back into you, alternately claiming and then blasting your soul into teeny tiny little shreds. I can’t imagine anything being constructed this way. It is as if they placed a scapegoat at the village doors, hung the word efficiency on it’s neck and left it to wander off during a blizzard with a million ravenous wolves running around. It’s designed to be obtuse, the road is not so much a road as it is little strands of pavement showing you where the potholes are, as they are the majority of ‘road’ and each one is big enough to grab a tire and pop off an axle! It’s as if a paranoid schizophrenic was given the keys to the kingdom and let to go on a security rampage. Nothing about this makes any sense to me, so I must have faith that each wave of my feather-and-chicken-bone dreamcatcher gets me all that closer to my target, which is to have domain.com point to IP-Address-That’s-Right.

Nobody should worry about terrorists subverting the DNS system, even with virgins promised, nothing can be proper compensation for this bureaucratic nightmare! Damn!

Apple iPad

Apple has unveiled their latest technological offering, the Apple iPad. It fills a niche between their iPhone and their Macintosh line of computers (MacBooks cause everyones hot for mobility). I was on pins and needles for the entire event, which I enjoyed in fits and starts from the Engadget Liveblog page. Watching Apple demonstrate the device, chat up some of it’s features, and then at the end pull the pin and lob a hand-grenade of aggressive pricing at everyone, I was stunned!

What gets me is a bit of geek lore, at least at first. iPad, I’m sure Apple’s inspiration was a ‘notepad’ since the device is arguably most like a conveniently-beefy sized notepad. The word iPad though does have deep connections for many Sci-Fi Geeks who also happen to be gadgetophiles. In Star Trek TNG a common device that was handed from crewmember to crewmember was a PADD. A roughly 10 inch rectangular piece of metal and plastic that was touch sensitive and displayed information. Oh eat your heart out! iPad – PADD. For geeks like me, this is a blossoming of authentic science-fiction that has been turned into a real thing and offered to us. The act of handing our iPad to someone else to look at something makes that whole experience valuable – we saw that in Star Trek, we’re doing it in real life. It’s one thing out of a multitude, but it’s very much like heroin for geeks. If not for every geek, at least this one.

The iPad is not only chock full of sci-fi technoromanticism (portmanteau bitches!) but it has the capacity to change the world. The iPad, like the iPhone and the iPod is a device that does something and from the track record of Apple, it will do the tasks very well. Whether you get it chock full of storage or not, wireless up the wazoo or not, the device itself means something. A full color illuminated display for books with authentic graphical representations of the behavior of real books will enhance literacy and impact the printed page. It won’t demolish the print industry, but it will liberate books from the tyranny of limited printings. If you want a book and it’s in a digital format, the idea that “We’re all out, we are waiting for a second printing” simply goes away. This will ensure that books can be spread, retained, and even published without the usual prohibitive costs related to acquiring an editor, a publishing house, signing book deals. The iPad (et al) will do for books what the iPod did for music – ie release creativity. People who couldn’t necessarily get their music out into the world via a record contract could suddenly record and put their music on MySpace or thru a Podcast and then the record companies didn’t matter so much, the consumers could approach the artists directly. Same goes for books. Before if you wanted to write the great American novel you’d have to pound it out, submit it to publishers and they controlled whether it spread or not. The iPad (et al) can release literature from control, bypass the gatekeepers. Everyone can publish.

When I say (et al) what do I mean? iPad isn’t the only device out there that can render literature, so can the Nook and the Kindle. The iPad presents an overwhelming challenge to it’s competitor devices, not so much for the principal context of literature, but because the iPad can do much much more than the Kindle or Nook could possibly muster. Playing Music, Movies, Extensibility through the App Store, these are things that the Nook and Kindle just can’t accomplish (save music, which I know the Nook can…) and it’s this extensibility, full color, and full touch sensitivity across the entire device. The iPad is a killer device for many forms of literature, but the form I’m personally most driven by is that of comic books. These books  are bright, graphical, textual, and often times have callouts where hypertextual links would offer incredible convenience. One thing people have to understand, and this is true of the iPad as well as the Nook, is that you do not have to wait for some DRM’ed eBook to be published to read literature, whether it be a classic like The Iliad or Green Lantern Volume 2. You can do the legwork yourself, these two devices have open extensibility, in the Nook it’s the ability to dispaly PDF files and open eBook formats – while for the iPad it’s the foundation of the iPhone OS and the sure extensibility of the App Store.

Waiting for eBook publishing to catch up is not as compelling a reason to hesitate as may be feared. Routes to getting what you want will always exist as long as there is an analog hole. For print matter, the analog hole is the print itself. You buy a book, disassemble it, feed it to a sheetfed color scanner and in an afternoon you’ve converted a physical book to it’s digital counterpart. You can then spread that digital representation to whomever you wish, it is definitely not legal, but it is something you can do, thanks to the analog hole. This is most paramount to content providers, publishers and the like. Your lesson is this: Change your business model when the technology changes and you will succeed – Fail and you will be buried. If XYZ Publisher refuses to heed this warning and refuses to publish their product in a digital format then the customers will be forced to cope and create the knockoff digital content on their own, they know what they want and if it’s possible for them to obtain it, they will. XYZ Publisher will find their sales drying up because nobody wants dead trees anymore, they want digitial content, and if that has leaked into the network, all those potential sales are gone and XYZ might as well board up and close shop. It is better for XYZ, and their customers if they immediately produce digital content, leave DRM by the wayside, treat their customers with respect and they’ll make profits like gangbusters. A perfect example of this is Marvel and DC Comics. For years people have been disassembling these comic books and scanning them and making the entire archive available on the network free of charge. By not leaping on the bandwagon immediately, they’ve missed a golden opportunity to extend their product into a entirely new economic ecosystem. The drop-dead-date has not passed yet, but it is coming, around March when the iPad starts to sell. For example, if DC wanted to jump on top of this immediately they’d need to get a DC Comic Book App set up in the App Store, set up a channel for paying for content (which you can now do through an App) and then deliver digital editions of their entire line available through their iPad App. Charge the cover price, skip out on the cost of printing, happy customers. Win win and win.

What then for the Kindle and Nook? They will always have a place at the table. I don’t see iPad annihilating them, however I do see Nook leading Kindle to the MC Escher Staircase and pushing it. Kindle’s living nightmare, an Apple competitor, is now here. Nook will push Kindle and iPad will shoot it once it lands at the bottom of the MC Escher Staircase. It won’t be pretty.

And just so everyone is aware, I am saving money so I can buy myself an iPad. I couldn’t imagine not having a PADD. 🙂

Health Care Reform

Today, near the end of my workday I ran into a Healthcare Reform troll on Twitter. He replied to one of my twitter posts and it wasn’t conciliatory or an invitation to a fair and balanced argument. It did however get me thinking about healthcare reform.

As far as I can see, the idea of healthcare reform has been beaten around the bush so many times as to be a bill-in-name-only, most of the really profound reforms were jettisoned in committee. True, there are some reforms present but whenever the meat of the matter comes up it instantly polarizes everyone who comes into contact with it. The meat that I consider to be a central pillar of true healthcare reform is the establishment of a National Health Service, NHS, which is universal socialized government-run taxpayer-funded health insurance for every citizen of the United States of America. I am a huge proponent of NHS, and while it would be expensive to run in the short-term, there are things that can be done to help control the costs and get it started. Of course, it wouldn’t be an idea of mine unless it was draconian, sweeping, and world-altering. One thing I’ve noticed about all the arguments is that they lack a plan, actual concrete suggestions that could easily be turned into law. I’ve got some ideas, not a complete package, but some things that could help.

First, the government nationalizes and socializes all the current health insurance companies. If you have any clients in the USA, your ass is grass and we own it – consumption by fiat, call it whatever you like – the will of the people, a socialist revolution, or even eminent domain. We establish in it’s place the NHS, we insure every man woman and child, your health card is your Social Security Insurance Card – a nine digit number that is your password to access NHS. If you are a citizen of the United States, you will be covered. The shareholders in big health insurance companies will be told that their sacrifice for the good of us all is greatly appreciated and we can engrave their names on the bricks that make up the home office of the NHS.

You can’t just expect lazy greedy Americans to take charge of their health on their own, they need an enticement. I suggest a $2000 income tax credit that anyone who is working can claim on their 1040A form. This credit is a sliding scale, from zero to $2000. Your credit is calculated based on your proximity to your ideal height and weight ratio. If you are 6’3” and male, your ideal weight is 200 pounds. If you are that tall and weigh that much, and have a doctor or nurse notarize the fact, you can claim your credit. Keeping your weight under control prevents heart disease, obesity, and a host of other long-term illnesses. If you can’t reach that full credit, you can get a $400 tax credit if you are in good standing at any kind of exercise venue, whether at work or in private. If you can prove that you are exercising, you’ll get a small credit.

Once everyone can take part in the NHS, anyone who abuses emergency rooms or claims that it is prohibitively expensive to be screened for any health-related issues simply loses their basis of complaint. Because everyone will have insurance there will be no risk to citizens going bankrupt, losing their homes, their jobs, or their credit. For everyone there will be coverage, irrespective of their current health conditions and while it may be rather expensive at first, once people who would have otherwise been unable to have basic medical services rendered now will know if they have to quit smoking or lose weight or stop drinking. If you make a small change in the beginning, it leads to massive changes later on.

What would we do if we did not enact these sweeping reforms that lead to an NHS? We’ll have a further spreading of class distinctions in our country, the high class never even pays any thought to health care, the middle class will continue to eke out whatever they can get from their employers or spouses, and the poor and homeless and otherwise disabled citizens will be left at the mercy of our current social medical programs which demand that you live an impoverished life in order to qualify for public assistance. The rich will pay no attention to anything, the middle class will care and fret, but will do nothing because they are afraid of losing what little they already have and the poor, they’ll continue to do as they do now, flood into free clinics and hit the ER when something bad happens.

It’s my fervent belief that some things are best done socially. The cost of keeping ourselves healthy is immense and cannot be shouldered by just a select few, say, the middle class, but it should be shouldered by everyone. A huge expense can be rendered manageable if you have enough people sharing the burden. In order for any one  of us to not fall through the cracks, we must all agree to work together. If we work together in this fashion, we can rest easy knowing that children will get whatever immunizations they need, that they’ll always be able to see a general practitioner, and that with a relief of stress from the bleakness and fear of falling through the cracks, a newly developing seed of hope can be planted.

This is not only good for The People, it’s good for Corporate America as well. Large companies, like General Motors can simply purge their need for private health insurance since NHS sweeps in and gathers every employee. Not only will it help current employees but also the retired. General Motors can stop having to pay health insurance premiums on their retired workers, they’ll rely instead on NHS. With this relief, all our companies, even the small ones and new ones can better compete when they no longer have to concentrate some of their attention on the health and well-being of their employees.

The only people who will be unhappy with this plan are people who run the big health insurance companies now, and Big Pharma. Their time came and went, they can’t provide for us all, and they can’t do it as well as the government can. Their time will come to an end and we can move on knowing that we have secured our fellow citizens against the bleakness.

This isn’t a fully fleshed out plan, but these are some great ideas to get started with. If we don’t take healthcare reform seriously then we’re going to have a lot of blood on our collective hands. It is inhuman to allow your fellow man fall into the dirt and do nothing about it when you clearly can. Everything demands that we act sooner rather than later – basic human decency, even many popular religions all support an idea like this one, that even the lowliest member of our society does not go without care. Anything less and we do not deserve to look at ourselves in the mirror.

Dream – Hapless to Europe

I was travelling to Europe – somewhere where there were castles nearby airports. As I landed with my luggage I found myself on a shuttle bus and about 11 of us were being lead into this dark labyrinthine parking structure through many turns, eventually being dropped off deep inside what appeared to be a castle. As I was walking through I found myself lost in a series of hallways, walking along aisles of people eating and drinking. The format of the place shifted, sometimes it felt like an airport lounge, sometimes it felt like I was several flights up some dark and creaky stairs in the middle o some retrofitted abandoned castle turned into a tourist trap. The overall sense of the dream was that it was a trap. Waves of malevolence were coming off the shuttle bus driver and staff, sarcastically wishing us a happy time visiting.

I wandered along this maze, this labyrinth, asking people how to get to the street and nobody spoke English. When I approached and asked they looked at me, shrugged, and laughed. I started to get panicked and looked left and right for a way out. About every 50 feet or so there were dumbwaiter elevators which were paneled in dark wood, the entire restaurant was dark, perhaps just dim. I collected myself, put the panic aside and set off for a straight walk – if I progress in one direction long enough I should find some way out, I thought.

Walking along I ended up coming to what appeared to be a dead end. I felt along the wall in the corner and inlaid into the wall was a dark cast iron ring. I turned the ring and it was just like turning a doorknob. A thick heavy iron-banded door creaked open and there was a way out. I walked calmly down this hallway, which lead to stairs and eventually outside.

When I got outside, the shuttle bus people were standing there, with other passengers and then it was like nothing untoward had happened. They didn’t seem anything but disinterested to see me. As I stood there collecting myself and checking my luggage the man driving the shuttle bus asked if I had fun. I stopped being the primary actor and started being a spectator at this point and found myself thanking the shuttle bus staff for their time and trouble and raving about their service. I couldn’t stop myself from saying “I’ll be sure to tell all my friends about this!”  and right after that the shuttle bus staff exchanged a look and a man with dirty blond hair came up along side me and started to ask me involved questions regarding where I came from and who I may talk to regarding the shuttle bus service people and started patting my pockets and fumbling to grab my arm to take off my watch – he definitely wanted something of mine. I smiled, shook off his flapping fumbling hand, gathered my things together and… promptly woke up.

The case of the poorly buried radioactive WMU President.

Just woke up from a comic/creepy/odd dream. I was on West Campus at Western, wandering around – the scene was industrial, a loading dock perhaps Dalton Hall but it was a nighttime and it was much larger than it really is, more spacious at least. I was walking just past the dock and ended up in an office and suddenly I was in a dream-storyline and was an observer of the story as it was playing out. This is what I saw.

I noticed that underneath the Welcome station for this buildings office receptionist there was a burial capstone set into the floor, off to the side, under her desk. Her desk was actually resting on the capstone and it was slightly ajar. Nobody thought this was upsetting in the least, except for me. The office was just beyond a door that lead to the aforementioned industrial dock area, just so we’re clear on the setting. For some reason I had a geiger counter and it was screaming off the charts, the pin buried at the top of it’s range, the radiation was pouring out of the slightly ajar capstone. For some reason I can’t explain I knew that there was a WMU President, an old dead one buried RIGHT THERE. I woke up thinking it was Sangren, but it could be anyone I suppose. I was screaming at everyone in the building “Why would you bury him HERE?”, “It’s horribly radioactive! You’re all going to DIE!” and nobody seemed the least bit concerned. It was then that I realized that everyone I was talking to were both there and not, they’d appear and dissapear, like a flickering hologram generator. I was then wandering the hall looking for someone to tell, and the plan was to find someone to help pop off the capstone, and clean up whatever it was that was pouring out so much radiation. There was so much that it looked like a faint blue haze or fog pouring out of the capstone. Eventually the scene fell out of a “WMU” context and into a kind of Indiana Jones adventure context, mood lighting and such. I woke up with the overwhelming desire to buy a geiger counter and bring it to work, just in case.

So there we go. The analysis of this dream pretty much writes itself.

Late Night Comedy

When I went to visit Scott’s family in Minnesota I had a chance to see the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. I haven’t laughed that hard in a very long time. I used to watch The Tonight Show back when Johnny Carson was on the program and Jay Leno was just the vacation second-banana. Now the late night shows are all a flutter because NBC is thinking about changing time-slots.

I’ve given up on a lot of shows in my life. Shows that aren’t whatever they are desperately trying to be. In this case, funny. Saturday Night Live was the first I think to fall, they simply stopped being funny and just when with hacks trying to be amusing I was bored and stopped watching.

Now that I don’t watch classic television anymore, I only watch what my DVR records and play it back at my liesure I miss out on the usual programs that channels toss up from time to time, like the evening news. I haven’t seriously watched morning or evening news or news programs in years. The DVR lets me watch whatever I want on TV, fast forward through the commercials, and throw away whatever I don’t want anymore.

I am happy though, that I’ve missed out on the amusing’ness of much of what I’m not recording and that I’ve found a uniquely hilarious comic. So far I’ve nearly fallen out of my seat each time I see one of his shows and he’s got a series record order outstanding on my DVR. If you are looking for good TV, I recommend this show, he’s HILARIOUS!

Electronic Mail – Tyranny & Agony

We’re staring down the smoothly bored barrel of our bleak and depressing future. We are being lead down a path that I have in the past written out against vehemently. As an organization we’re hamstrung by a hodgepodge of different systems. Wreckage of previous leaders and their half-finished attempts at systematic unification when it comes to a core communications channel, it has drained us of both will and funds.

I speak of Merit Mail, powered by the unwanted wasteling Zimbra.

Today I faced a problem. A student complained that their email from their account with us, a business unit is being replied to and those replies are being routed not back to their business unit account, but rather to their student account. It’s as if we were all struck by God at the Tower of Babel and there isn’t any clairity for any of us. I’ve fought this fight before and I’ve lost. I’ve lost my position on this topic quite soundly and now all I do is sit on the sidelines and scream and throw virtual rotten vegetables down the hillside, uncaring on who is struck by my missiles. When it comes to this, I’m an East Campus Timon.

People are getting whiffs of change in the wind. Something is coming and we can all sense it. There is a dragging sluggardness when this particular issue arises. I personally have dealt with this demon by caging it in the net of my humor, with a deft tool, schadenfreude.

I’m on pins and needles. I can’t wait for our organization to begin. I have played the modern Cassandra, preaching a future agony and much like mythic Cassandra, nobody is actually listening. I see it more and more often, decisions made and positions taken based on what I refer to as the tyranny of the Academy. There is a giant rift between the two primary groups, the Academy and the Staff. We have different goals, different driving forces at play within our groups and one is listened to while the other must follow along.

I used to rail against the coming darkness, the cost of it, the bleakness of it – like being consumed by the Iad Ouroboros. A future of retrograde progress, unwarranted risk and a legal bog of eternal stench. Today I had to help someone not in my department with a mind-numbing interface problem. Mix this with the complaints and questions of what is coming and my resistance to face what is coming is actually turning over on itself and I find myself actively supporting this new development. A sense that in some way these people deserve what they are so aggressively pursuing.

I wonder if this is what Cassandra felt when her dire predictions came true. Did she sit back and softly chuckle to herself? Told You So.

I can hardly wait. Hah.

The Hazards of Equality

There is a problem with the world. Lack of Equality. In many places I see it, from thoughts raised by friends and coworkers mostly raising the topic of gay marriage is the classic entryway to begin a dialogue regarding equality, to outright questions about what I think about the entire issue.

I believe in human equality.

It’s not a country thing, it’s not a state thing, it’s a species thing. What makes me different from my female peers who earn less than I do because of their gender? What makes my relationship with my partner different than my straight peers relationships?  Why can they apply for a marriage contract while I cannot? Is it a matter of dedication and monogamy? Both my partner and I have been building a life for 13 years, we’ve outlasted many marriages just based on our togetherness. I think it’s a power thing.

Those who have power, or any of it’s analogues, such as rights, control, ability, or benefits obviously understand that being special, being gifted, having power is far better than being downtrodden and left without power, or even worse, having power taken away from you. Those that have power in our culture are determined to maintain their grip on such power for as long as they can. There is a central question that they cannot rationally answer – “What is it to you?” when posed with the concept of homosexual union. These people aren’t really interested in what is right or wrong, they are simply greedy for power. This greed blinds them and makes them hypocrites, and they earn my pity.

It is true that I cannot marry my partner of 13 years, at least here in Michigan and I accept that. There are a majority of people in my state who do not like all of me, just the part of me that works and pays taxes in a timely fashion. To offer someone like me equality requires that they relinquish some power. This is the core stumbling block to the progress of equality in our culture. Those that have power wish to retain it and deny others access. When you realize this, you stop feeling so put upon by others and discover that they are the simplest of monsters, greedy trolls collecting their tolls and regarding their squalor under the bridge as kingdoms of infinite space.

It then falls to other routes for my kind to tear power out of the hands of the greedy trolls. We approach the courts for a redress of grievances, citing phrases such as “All men are created equal” and “Equal protection under the law” and then the response is “Activist Judges”. We try popular appeal via referenda and end up in the same place by the opposition, wether it be lawsuits to stop us or Governors devoted to veto our rights each time they come up. This isn’t a war that will be won with one single decisive battle, this is guerilla attrition. We win by endurance.

Endurance. We outlive the elements in our culture, the trolls, that spend an inordinate time having serious problems with my kind and apparently have answers for “What is it to you?” when it comes to letting my kind marry. The solution is to simply outlive the pigheaded. The children of today will eventually grow up in a world more equal, and they’ll be more accepting. It won’t happen for about 20 years, it won’t really have any forward momentum until the Baby Boomers begin to die. When the young rush in to replace them in the voting booths, then we’ll see a reduction in bullshit and people shaking their heads when asked “What is it to you?”

This is all very well and good, but Equality just for homosexuals is one aspect of the larger societal problem. Real equality would help all the treaded-upon, not just the gays – but also gender inequality, race inequality, and even citizen’ly inequality. Women should earn the same as men, for example. It’s not just our group we should be fighting for, but for everyone who finds themselves on the short end of the stick when it comes to power.

Funny that the spirit of a lot of what we all seek is already in the founding texts of our great country. It’s just going to take some generational turnover before everyone gets to be equal.

ScotteVest Review

Just accepted the delivery of my new Scott-e-Vest Ultimate Cotton Hoodie. From the shipping bag, through the opening and the exploration I am absolutely bowled over. The bag was damaged, it took some rough treatment and a little tear from the brutes at UPS, but the Scott-e-Vest catalog took all the abuse, saving the actual hoodie itself.

The hooded sweatshirt is a full-zip and it’s gray-green, a little duller than Army Green in color. The primary pockets are secured with magnetic closures which is a surprise when you reach in and pull out things, when your hand comes up and away, you hear this very gentle click. The weight of it is acceptable, a little more hand in the fabric wouldn’t hurt. I layer when it gets really cold, so this particular hooded sweatshirt is just fine.

The pockets, man, the pockets! It’s going to take me at least a week to decide what to put in all the many many pockets, there are 13 of them! Definitely going to have to come up with ideas on what goes where – the hint cards do help. When I stock it up with stuff, I’ll have to see how it fits then. The XL fit perfectly, everyone was right, the size is slightly large for the label but that is a great thing in and of itself. I’m going to have to figure out what I want to do about the PAN features, that’ll take some time.

After I have a chance to put it through it’s paces, then I’ll have a more concrete opinion.