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More pics up on jmason.org, from the Casio watchcam over November and December, including two trips to Philip Island to see the penguins. BTW, "I am not lazy, I am surviving" is my new life motto.

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I can wholly sympathise with Joe Barr's experiences with MPlayer; I tried to set up a few good, recent video players on my Red Hat laptop a while back, and the DLL hell just wasn't worth it.

The attitude is hilarious too:

Don't get me wrong. There is documentation. It is scattered, and often incomplete, and carries the same attitude I had seen elsewhere, but it is there. An example of that attitude, taken verbatim from the FAQ:

Q: I compiled MPlayer with libdvdcss/libdivxdecore support, but when I try to start it, it says: error while loading shared libraries: lib*.so.0: cannot load shared object file: No such file or directory

I checked the file and it is there in /usr/local/lib.

A: What are you doing on Linux? Can't you install a library? Why do we get these questions? It's not MPlayer specific at all! Add /usr/local/lib to /etc/ld.so.conf and run ldconfig. Or install it to /usr/lib, because if you can't solve the /usr/local problem, you are careless enough to do such things.

What the hell are BOFHs doing writing a video player? Go back to LARTing lusers, or something!

I finally got XINE set up, thanks to two lovely RPMs from Red Hat's Rawhide bleeding-edge distro. (At least someone around here knows how to package software ;)

There's a few other packages which (I've heard) boast scary maintainers. Very nice to look at, but ask a question and the maintainer's likely to stab you. Can't see the point of that, myself. Half of writing free software is the fact that the users will contact you at some point. Get used to it!

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Online Banking With Konqueror -- an exhaustive list of online banking systems, and whether or not they work with Konqueror. Since Konqueror uses a from-scratch implementation of Javascript, and is generally just not MSIE, this also acts as a good guide to online banks that Have A Clue How To Write Usable Web Apps. (Kudos go to AIB 24-hour Online Banking, who have run a clean, friendly, and very usable plain-HTML banking system since day 1.)

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Crummy.com:

We noticed various characteristic Muppet behaviors such as the Muppet Panic and the Muppet Walk (and the one I just realized, the Muppet Moment of Inner Turmoil That's Actually a Hand Rearrangement).

ROFL! I'd always wondered what was going on there, now it all makes sense.

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Bizarre, if quite funny, spam. This guy should give up on the spammage and just sell wierd stuff over the web legitimately.

Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2001 10:15:18 -0000
From: "Bob Rickard" (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected) Com'' (spam-protected)
Subject: FW: Help Stick it to Osama!

From: Billy Yank ...
Subject: Help Stick it to Osama!

Introducing the latest weapon in the war on terrorism: THE OSAMA 'PIN-LADEN' ANTI-TERRORIST VOO-DOO DOLL!!!!

http://www.osamapinladen.com

Yes, you read right....AN Osama Doll! But NOT JUST A DOLL!!! The 'Pin Laden' Voo-Doo doll is NOT just a wacky little stocking stuffer... It is a bona-fide, home-brewed 'PSY-OPS' ANTI-TERROR MOVEMENT!!!! Read on:

It's like this---Remember those Moony conventions (or whatever they were), where they got thousands of people together in a football stadium to blow out a candle thorugh willpower? Well, we're trying to 'blow out' Bin-boy pretty urgently, and WE NEED YOUR HELP!! So Grab your Osama Voo-Doo doll, an assortment of The Red,White and Blue 'Patriot Pins' included, and STICK IT TO HIM AMERICA!!!

Remember, THIS IS WAR, so please buy a few for patriotic friends too...YOUR COUNTRY THANKS YOU!

http://www.osamapinladen.com

Still not convinced?!

OK, OK, While it may not be an officially sanctioned initiative in the War against Terrorism, 'MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT,' this IS for a good cause. 15% of the net profits wil be donated to Rudy Giuliani's TWIN TOWERS FUND.

So in a way, it's like RUDY HIMSELF SAID YOU SHOULD BUY ONE!...(unless he e-mails us all pissed off, in which case we'll take this part out.)

But wait a second...if you poke an Osama Voo-Doo doll, WILL IT REALLY WORK to combat terrorism? Well, if you don't, it wont work for sure, so WHAT'VE YOU GOT TO LOSE?! Rip open the bag, chant a few curses, and STICK IT TO HIM AMERICA!!!

http://www.osamapinladen.com

Hmmm....If you've read down this far, I guess you still need convincing....You're probably thinking this is just one more lame spam advertisement sent to clog up your in-box for the profit of others.

Uhhhh....Well, you have a point, but we have one too--6 in fact..You see, every person who decides to 'Stick it' to the 'Pin-Laden' Voo-Doo doll, with the 6 RED, WHITE AND BLUE 'PATRIOT PINS' included in the package allows us to donate money to the families of victims of the 9-11 attack via the Twin Towers Fund. It's a COMPLETELY LEGITIMATE (albeit slightly tasteless) venture, and this IS much funnier than 99% of all the other junk you receive, isn't it? And after all, they really do make great stocking stuffers to boot.

http://www.osamapinladen.com

Look, what are you afraid of? Hey -- it's a cloth doll okay?! It ain't anthrax, and it ain't gonna make you end up on some kind of Tipper Gore black-magic satanist insurgent watch list! It may very well delight and impress your friends, and make a useful doorstop, toilet scrub-brush, rottweiler chew-toy, or firestarter!! When we bring one of these to the local pub, they make a nice trade for a few free beers.

Hey one word of warning...this is not a toy, this is a WEAPON OF WAR!!! So please keep this product away from children, incompetant adults, and any terrorists you may happen to know personally. Use the same care with this product that you would playing with matches or cleaning your ears with your car keys.

IN SUM, we invite you to Vent Anger, Relieve Stress, and Aid Victims.... ....and most of all, STICK IT TO HIM AMERICA!!!!

http://www.osamapinladen.com

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George W. Hart is a sculptor who works with incredible geometric forms. "Classical forms are pushed in new directions, so viewers can take pleasure in their Platonic beauty yet recognize how they are updated for our complex high-tech times. I share with many artists the idea that a pure form is a worthy object, and select for each piece the materials that best carry that form."

I like " Gonads of the Rich and Famous", a 3D printing. But what exactly is a 3D printing?

(Link from Forteana, via a discussion on edible trilobites. George has a recipe on his site ;)

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Good article at the Guardian, on what J. R. R. Tolkien would have made of the movie:

Why, he would have asked in despair, has his quintessentially English shire been turned into an outstation of Riverdance? "I do know Celtic things and feel for them a certain distaste. They are in fact 'mad'," he wrote in an untypically snotty letter in 1937. So why do the hobbits do Irish jigs at Bilbo Baggins' birthday party?

Why are two of the hobbits in the fellowship, Merry and Pippin, cast as prat-falling Irish clowns? Why does Howard Shore's music break into repeated Irish warbling? Because, as he would dolefully have guessed, James Cameron's Titanic proved that dollops of Irishry play well with the US box office.

Well, I think I'll be with JRR on that one then. begorrah.

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a mind-boggling tale of debauchery, supposedly regarding "Philip Murray, a glamorous wayward socialite son of the great classical scholar and Oxford don Gilbert Murray. In the final days of the Spanish Civil War, young Murray fils found himself in the beleaguered town of Valencia, then still under Republican rule. Murray had been on an extended binge and was reduced, in Delmer's picturesque phrase, to a state of 'phobic moodiness and mad romantic exaltation in which love, hunger for love, threw him into delusions and despair."'

Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2001 16:29:56 -0000
From: John Hurn (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: re: ape sex

This looks like the one...

To: (spam-protected)
From: Rachel Carthy (spam-protected)
Subject: RE: AIDS, chimps, and Sasquatch

I'm sorry, I've been saving this up since the great orang-shagging debate of blessed memory because I didn't want you all to think I was some kind of primate perv... but I can't hold back any longer...:

"A more romantic example of bestiality is described by the celebrated war correspondent of the _Daily Express_, Sefton Delmer, in his vivid memoirs _Trail Sinister_. Here, Delmer recounts in a thinly disguised portrait the last amorous exploit of Philip Murray, a glamorous wayward socialite son of the great classical scholar and Oxford don Gilbert Murray. In the final days of the Spanish Civil War, young Murray _fils_ found himself in the beleaguered town of Valencia, then still under Republican rule. Murray had been on an extended binge and was reduced, in Delmer's picturesque phrase, to a state of 'phobic moodiness and mad romantic exaltation in which love, hunger for love, threw him into delusions and despair.'

"One evening, down in the squalid port area of Valencia, he met up at a street circus with a ferocious anarchist group calling themselves 'The Iron Guard of Karl Marx'. During the show, Murray's attention was drawn to a female chimpanzee - the circus' top attraction - 'a fine buxom she-ape with all the indications of her sex emphatically developed.' [Why is it I hear this in the voice of the 'very, very drunk' raconteur from the Fast Show? R]

"Filled with misguided love, Murray tried to buy the creature, offering a huge rate on the black market. When the circus owner rejected his offer, the Iron Guard of KM intervened; they called the owner a miserable skulking capitalist - 'You refuse to part with this ape who is obviously dying with passion for the British compagnero!' - threatening to shoot him and burn down his circus if he did not agree.

"Delmer then recounts how Murray and the ape, arm in arm with the Iron Guard of KM, proceeded on an extended tour of the town's bars and bodegas, during which the chimpanzee drank Fundador brandy glass for glass with her new admirer.

"Finally, when they reached the plush Victoria Hotel, - the grandest in town and the HQ of the foreign press corps - the night porter refused them entry with the pompous words 'No apes allowed in the hotel.' The leader of the Iron Guard of KM, brandishing a pistol, shouted 'If you do not immediately permit the senora ape to enter the hotel with the Ingles, then we shall destroy the hotel and when we have finished there will be nothing left of the hotel or you.'

"Murray and his ape duly repaired to his room, where he was last seen turning on the bath-water, and heard saying, as he closed the door, 'And now, my poppet, you shall have a lovely warm bath with plenty of lovely lavender soap. Do you like soap, oh Queen of my heart?'

"Nothing was seen or heard of them for another 48 hours. The hotel personnel did not enter the room, partly because Murray had locked the door, but also because they were afraid - not only of the ape but of her peculiar English friend.

"When a leading correspondent of the _Daily Mail_, William Forrest - who confirmed this story later to one of the authors - finally gained access to the room, he was greeted by a scene of unutterable chaos and squalor. The ape lay in a corner, huddled in a nest of pillows and blankets, coughing horribly. Philip Murray lay in another corner, flushed with a high temperature and obviously very ill.

"The British consul made arrangements for Murray, by this time almost delirious, to be evacuated to a British hospital ship, the Maine, lying off the coast at Alicante. But before this could take place, during his last moments of semi-lucidity, Murray - ever romantic - was able to despatch three cables to London - addressed to the three most eligible Society beauties, proposing marriage to each of them.

"Murray died in the ambulance before reaching Alicante. The next morning - Delmer records - three telegrams arrived for Murray at the Victoria Hotel. They were from the girls to whom he had proposed. Two accepted him.

"Delmer adds the foot note that a British doctor remarked afterwards that he had never seen a case of pneumonia like it, since this was a strain known only among apes, and he could not understand how a human had contracted it. Delmer and his colleagues kept faith with their dead companion and said nothing."

(_The Dictionary of Disgusting Ideas_ Alan Williams & Maggie Noach, 1986)

Impeccable journalistic sources... ;)

Rachel

... ..- -... .-.. .. -- .. -. .- .-.. -- . ... ... .- --. .

(spam-protected) London, British Isles

"How come if someone tells you there are 1 billion stars in the universe you believe them, but if they tell you a paint job's still wet you have to touch it to make sure?"

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The Evil Gerald strikes again, with Mystery Arab warns commuter of possible attack:

We both got off the train at Shankill, and he took me aside in a mysterious fashion. Then he told me in a very hushed voice, "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but you've been so kind to me. I've had this briefcase for three years and I've never been able to open it. The sandwiches my wife made for me in 1998 have gone off, but that's not the point. I'm going to give you a warning, but you must promise to not tell anyone unless you don't want them to die, in which case it's fine, I'll understand that. Listen: Don't eat so many fatty foods. You'll clog up your arteries and run a greater risk of suffering a fatal heart attack later in life. It's only common sense."

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Forgotten History - Badshah Khan:

Pashtun warriors so impressed the British, including Indian born Rudyard Kipling, that in 1847 they created a separate Pashtun force, the Corps of Guides. But what is little known is that they also created one of the world's great pacifist movements of the 20th century. Khan Abdul Gaffar Khan who was born in 1890 and died in 1988 led it. His life is heroic. He spent more than 25 years in British Indian and Pakistani jails.

Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2001 13:37:04 -0500
From: STEPHEN JONES (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected) (spam-protected)
Subject: Forgotten History - Badshah Khan

Forgotten History - Tuesday, December 11, 2001
"Little known facts and overlooked history"

Badshah Khan

By Denis Mueller

Pashtun warriors so impressed the British, including Indian born Rudyard Kipling, that in 1847 they created a separate Pashtun force, the Corps of Guides. But what is little known is that they also created one of the world's great pacifist movements of the 20th century. Khan Abdul Gaffar Khan who was born in 1890 and died in 1988 led it. His life is heroic. He spent more than 25 years in British Indian and Pakistani jails.

Khan practiced non-violence as a way of life. "There is no- thing surprising in a Muslim or a Pathan like me subscribing to the creed of non-violence." He was an ally of Gandhi and once persuaded 100,000 of his countrymen to lay down their arms and vow to fight nonviolently. His profound belief in non-violence came from the depths of his experience and his belief that these principles lay at the heart of Islam.

Khan and Gandhi worked hand in hand using the tactic of non- violence to free their land from British oppression. Khan opened schools and brought women out of their homes to become a part of society. For over two decades Khan and his followers dominated the Northwest Frontier without resorting to violence as a means for independence.

He was a valued Muslim ally of Gandhi who sought a non-secular India. In 1947, political backfighting between Hindu's and Muslim's split India in half. Khan opposed this and asked his followers to boycott a referendum on their separation. Muslim politicians derided Khan and called him a lackey of the Hindus. This caused Khan to be arrested by Islamabad's new masters.

When Khan called for local autonomy within Pakistan he was rejected. At this time Afghanistan warlords saw this as an opportunity to extend their influence. Khan was jailed and defeated. He was eventually released but banished from the area. But his non-violent message was lost and the whole world of Islam is poorer for it.

When he died in 1988 at the age of 98, the funeral procession stretched for miles and miles. It was called a "craven of peace, carrying the message of love." This forgotten chapter of history suggests that Islam is more complex than its radical supporters and western detractors are willing to say.

Khan said, "the Holy Prophet Muhammad came into this world and taught us, 'That man is a Muslim who never hurts anyone by word or deed, but who works for the benefit and happiness of God's creatures." Belief in God is to love one's fellow men." At the end of his life he left these words. "No true effort is in vain. Look at the fields over there. The grain sown therein has to remain in the earth for a certain time, then it sprouts, and in due time yields hundreds of its kind. The same is the case with every effort in a good cause.''

Sources: Karl E. Meyer, The Great Game and the Race for
Empire in Central Asia. (http://www.shagmail.com/sub/history.html)

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Adequacy.org: Is Your Son a Computer Hacker?:

Is your son obsessed with Lunix?

BSD, Lunix, Debian and Mandrake are all versions of an illegal hacker operation system, invented by a Soviet computer hacker named Linyos Torovoltos, before the Russians lost the Cold War.

Adequacy.org is pretty funny... but they really need to sort out some kind of comment voting system. They have some seriously humor-deficient readers.

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Live(ish)! New (unarguably)! Updated, er, whenever the laptop's plugged in and online, and at most once an hour!! Presenting... jmcam!

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Yahoo:

With a defiant cry of "right on motherfuckers", pop superstar Madonna has presented one of the world's most famous art prizes to conceptual artist Martin Creed for his controversial creation of a bare room with a light that switches on and off.

Riight. If there was ever any doubt, I reckon it's now clear that the Turner Prize is all about getting column inches instead of actually awarding new, interesting art.

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brrr. The weather here in Melbourne is pretty much exactly what the weather in Ireland would be -- ie. cold:

Sure this was the second day of summer, but instead of worrying about bush fires, I decided to get the home fires burning again.

After all, it was a shivery 14 degrees - the average maximum of a day in June, not December.

I know that Melbourne's weather is meant to be changeable, but could we be kidding ourselves when we say that December is summer?

Last December, when the average maximum was an unusually warm 26.2 degrees, there were no fewer than eight 30-degree days, while January turned out to be one of the hottest months ever experienced in Melbourne with 14 occurrences of above 30 degrees.

You have to go back to 1879 to find a December when the thermometer waited until the middle of the month before cracking 30 degrees.

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Crime writer 'solves' Jack the Ripper mystery. Patricia Cornwell, a popular crime writer, reckons the impressionist painter Walter Richard Sickert did it -- and (ludicrously) ripped up one of his paintings looking for clues.

Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2001 10:40:42 -0000
From: "rpjs2217" (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Crime writer 'solves' Jack the Ripper mystery

Ananova http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_467675.html?menu=news.latestheadlines

Crime writer 'solves' Jack the Ripper mystery

A US crime novelist is claiming she has solved the mystery of Jack the Ripper and named him as an artist who painted images of a murdered prostitute.

Patricia Cornwell spent almost £3 million on her hunt for the true identity of the Victorian serial killer.

She now says she believes the Ripper was really Walter Richard Sickert, an important Impressionist artist who painted the series of gruesome pictures 20 years later.

She told American TV's Primetime: "I do believe 100% that Walter Richard Sickert committed those serial crimes, that he is the Whitechapel murderer."

Cornwell, 45, spent part of the fortune her best-selling crime novels have earned her on her hunt, buying Sickert's paintings, then using them in the hunt for clues.

She even flew a team of American forensic experts to London to examine the notorious Ripper letters for DNA, and bought 30 of the artist's works, ripping one of them up completely in her hunt for clues.

Sickert, who was born in 1860, was an apprentice to Whistler and worked with Degas and is regarded as a key link between British art and the growth of Impressionism.

But Cornwell claims he led a secret double life as a serial killer - and the five prostitutes named as Jack the Ripper's victims were not the only women he killed.

They were horribly mutilated and all but Kelly were murdered on the street but their killer - who taunted police in letters signed "Jack the Ripper" - was never found, prompting one of history's greatest murder mysteries.

Cornwell said she had been led to Sickert by a series of clues and her knowledge of forensic science and the mind of serial killers. Sickert was 28 when the killings started, an age Cornwell said was typical for serial killers to start their sprees between the age of 25 and 30.

Story filed: 10:08 Friday 7th December 2001

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Pentagon: US military forces have in their control a ... US citizen:

All along, Americans have known there were Taliban sympathisers and supporters in their midst: the FBI has been focusing on little else for the past three months. However, it expected they would be of Arab descent, part of the huge wave of immigration from Lebanon, Yemen and Palestine of the past 20 years, living in one of the big, ambivalent Islamic communities, perhaps round Detroit or New York.

No one bargained on a 20-year-old white kid with a Swedish name, Irish descent, a strict Catholic father and a Buddhist mother.

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Farting Shatner's PR genius:

A rumour of William Shatner farting during an interview pushed sales of a Star Trek video beyond the final frontier. Mark Borkowski applauds stroke of PR genius ...

The source of the story was the video company's publicist, who applied a nifty bit of creativity to one of the most intractable problems in entertainment PR. ... Getting coverage for a video release is well nigh impossible because the stars have already done the circuit and everything's already been said.

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Slightly stale bits, but funny nonetheless:

Sevilla midfielder Francisco Gallardo has been charged by the Spanish soccer federation for an unusual goal celebration. Gallardo bit teammate Jose Antonio Reyes' penis after he had scored in the 4-0 win over Valladolid. Reyes was besieged by ecstatic teammates after scoring and Gallardo was seen to bend down and nibble at the goalscorer's genitalia.

He could face a fine or suspension for his actions, which may deemed to be an infringement of what is described in the federation's rulebook as "sporting dignity and decorum". "I felt a bit of a pinch but I didn't realise what Gallardo had done until I saw the video. "The worst thing about it is the teasing I'm going to get from my teammates,'' Reyes said.'

via Reuters.

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Club patron sues 'reckless' stripper:

Bonnett was in the New Westminster club on Nov. 29, 2000 when a female dancer swung around a pole and kicked him, fracturing his nose, according to the lawsuit filed on Tuesday in British Columbia Supreme Court.

Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 12:23:14 -0000
From: (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Over enthusiastic stripper causes head injury

Club Patron Sues 'Reckless' Stripper

Reuters

VANCOUVER, British Columbia (Nov. 29) - A Canadian man has sued a Vancouver-area strip club, claiming he was injured by a "reckless" exotic dancer who kicked him in the head.

Greg Bonnett is seeking unspecified damages from the Barnet Motor Inn, claiming it was negligent in not posting prominent signs warning the public of the risk of sitting too close to the stage.

Bonnett was in the New Westminster club on Nov. 29, 2000 when a female dancer swung around a pole and kicked him, fracturing his nose, according to the lawsuit filed on Tuesday in British Columbia Supreme Court.

The Coquitlam man's lawsuit also seeks damages from the dancer, identified only as "Jane Doe," for allegedly "dancing in a negligent and reckless manner."

Reuters 10:51 11-29-01

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Another classic piece of Pravda translation. "ENDEAVOUR TO DELIVER 6,000 US FLAGS TO THE SPACE", it seems, which will be handed over to "people who took part in de-mounting of hips on the spot of the tragedy." Did that really just say "de-mounting of hips"?

Seriously though, I love Pravda's english articles; it's not just the iffy translation; sometimes you get some beautiful Russian turns of phrase thrown in -- then mangled through the translation. ;)

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Wow. A truly neat, cross-platform, text entry widget in HTML that updates as you edit. Check it out (quick though -- it's a FilePile URL).

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MEMORANDUM

From: Bin Laden, Osama

Sent: Monday, October 22, 2001 8:17 AM

To: Cavemates

Subject: The Cave

The CIA has just released this memo intercepted from Osama bin Laden:

MEMORANDUM From: Bin Laden, Osama
Sent: Monday, October 22, 2001 8:17 AM
To: Cavemates
Subject: The Cave

Hi guys. We've all been putting in long hours but we've really come together as a group and I love that. Big thanks to Omar for putting up the poster that says "There is no 'I' in team" as well as the one that says "Hang In There, Baby." That cat is hilarious.

However, while we are fighting a jihad, we can't forget to take care of the cave. And frankly I have a few concerns.

First of all, while it's good to be concerned about cruise missiles, we should be even more concerned about the scorpions in our cave. Hey, you don't want to be stung and neither do I, so we need to sweep the cave daily. I've posted a sign-up sheet near the main cave opening.

Second, it's not often I make a video address but when I do, I'm trying to scare the most powerful country on earth, okay? That means that while we're taping, please do not ride your razor scooter in the background. Just while we're taping. Thanks.

Third point, and this is a touchy one. As you know, by edict, we're not supposed to shave our beards. But I need everyone to just think hygiene, especially after mealtime. We're all in this together.

Fourth: food. I bought a box of Cheez-Its recently, clearly wrote
"Osama" on the front, and put it on the top shelf. Today, my Cheez-Its were gone. Consideration. That's all I'm saying.

Finally, we've heard that there may be American soldiers in disguise trying to infiltrate our ranks. I want to set up patrols to look for them. First patrol will be Omar, Muhammed, Abdul, Akbar, and Richard.

Love you lots. Osama

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A salutary tale of getting ripped off writing games. Nightmare.

None of which has happened. Why? Because: For half a year now Bethesda has been delaying the 150000USD, which they ARE TO pay according to the contract, and moreover, it even refuse to give us the reason why. We have not been paid even for the beta.

But still, from some source we know that by now Bethesda has sold about 50000 boxes of Echelon in North America, which means that Bethesda has already made over a million on the game.

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http://www.uncontrol.com/ -- a flash applet which provides a good collection of nature-imitating mathematical eye candy. Number 16 is beautiful.

I used to write graphics demos on the C-64, which used a lot of this kind of stuff (although a hell of a lot simpler for obvious reasons). It occurs to me that Flash makes writing demos a lot easier; it provides a decent language (scripting as opposed to 6502 assembly), it gives you a good set of drawing tools (anti-aliasing, alpha blending, and 24-bit colour), the hardware no longer limits what you can do in 2-D graphics, and you can even buy software which takes care of the text effects like zooms, scrolling, bouncing etc. In other words, all the cool tricks are done for you ;)

I wonder what demo writers are doing nowadays, as a result? One side seems to be what these guys have done -- actually go for really interesting, good-looking effects, rather than just the "how did they do that" factor. I would imagine the other side of the demo "bleeding edge" is doing a hell of a lot of 3-D stuff. (By hand. In assembler. ;)

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A great idea for a blog -- "who would buy that?" -- featuring auction oddities from all over the web. There's some absolutely horrific tat to be found out there...

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When Leonids attack!

Just as Laura walked toward the house to get her husband, Tom, a chunk of rock fell from the sky, slamming down to her left near where she had been standing just moments before.

via the forteana list.

Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 10:24:43 -0000
From: Scott Wood (spam-protected)
To: Forteana (spam-protected) Fort Research List (spam-protected)
Subject: When Leonid's Attack!

A memento from the sky

Family nearly hit by possible meteorite from Leonid display

BY LU ANN FRANKLIN Times Correspondent

Posted Tuesday, November 20, 2001

http://www.thetimesonline.com/index.pl/article?id=1192720

HIGHLAND -- When Laura Yuran and her 11-year-old son, Jonathon, awoke at 4 a.m. Sunday to watch the Leonid meteor shower outside the family's home in Highland, they never expected to be a target for space debris.

About a half hour into their sky gazing mother and son began hearing something that sounded like hail falling. A short time later, those hail-like objects started pelting the pair. Just as Laura walked toward the house to get her husband, Tom, a chunk of rock fell from the sky, slamming down to her left near where she had been standing just moments before.

"It went, 'Boom!' and I screamed," Laura recalled. "Part of it hit the driveway and the second part was embedded in the ground. I was afraid to touch it."

Laura's scream brought Tom outside. Locating the rocks with a flashlight, he picked them up, finding them cold to the touch. He had to pull the smaller stone out of the lawn.

"It's beautiful," Laura said of the family's newest treasure.

Jim Seevers, an astronomer from Chicago's Adler Planetarium, said the rocks are most likely meterorites from the Leonid meteor shower. The rust color is "the fusion crust," he said, which is typical of a meteorite that has been seared by the earth's atmosphere.

"The rock probably chipped off and the shiny, silver they see is the inside," Seevers said. "It's most likely iron and nickel."

Although Tom Yuran was concerned that the rocks might be radioactive, Seever said they are basically rocks mixed with metal, such as bits of iron. The rarest of all meteorites are composed of carbon, another common element in the universe, and "look like a hunk of charcoal," Seevers said.

The astronomer said meterorites are slowed down by the earth's atmosphere much like a parachute slows down a skydiver. At 60 miles up in the atmosphere, the rock then begins a fall to earth. Its size and the speed it is traveling will determine how hard it hits and if it will become embedded in the Earth.

"If it had hit me, I could have been killed," Laura Yuran said. "We hid under the awning on our porch because we were afraid of more rocks falling down."

Seevers recommended that the Yurans allow the geology staff at Chicago's Field Museum of Natural History to analyze the rock.

"We don't have a lab here at the Adler Planetarium," he said. "The staff at the museum's meteorite lab will be able to tell them the rock's composition."

On Monday afternoon, the Yurans contacted Dr. Menache Wadhwa, the curator of the Field Museum's meteorite collection, for an opinion.

"She wants us to bring her a small piece of it on Wednesday morning. She said we're the only ones anywhere who have reported falling meteorites from the Leonid meteor shower," Tom said.

In fact, after talking with Wadhwa, Jonathon began searching for more pieces of the meteorite. He quickly located two more small rocks that weigh about one ounce each.

Laura said until the rocks are analyzed, she's trying to play hostess to the excited neighborhood children whom Jonathon has invited over to see the space debris. Eventually she hopes to put the objects in a display case and give it to her son who collects rocks.

The next time the Yuran family could gather to view the Leonid meteor shower is in 2034. That's when the comet Temple-Tuttle, which causes the Leonid display, will pass by Earth again.

"We really enjoyed watching it, with the blue lights and long tails," Laura said. "If it wasn't for Jonathon setting his alarm and waking us up, we wouldn't have seen it."

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Nancy Banks-Smith on an ill-conceived method of reviewing, during her career as the Guardian's TV critic:

Later, we all went to the BBC's TV centre or various ITV offices, running after each other across town like a row of ducks. Then, programmes were shown in central viewing theatres such as at Bafta. This had the disadvantage that the actors were apt to show up, too, applauding their own performance. It was not a relaxed mix. It was at Bafta that Barbara Woodhouse snapped "Put that out at once!" with such dominance that the critic beside me swallowed her cigarette and had to be extinguished with water.

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BillG recently claimed to have invented Open Source. As part of a discussion of this, his original open letter to computer hobbyists was uncovered. Makes interesting reading, in retrospect.

An Open Letter to Hobbyists

February 3, 1976

By William Henry Gates III

To me, the most critical thing in the hobby market right now is the lack of good software courses, books and software itself. With- out good software and an owner who understands programming, a hobby computer is wasted. Will quality software be written for the hobby market?

Almost a year ago, Paul Allen and myself, expecting the hobby mar- ket to expand, hired Monte Davidoff and developed Altair BASIC. Though the initial work took only two months, the three of us have spent most of the last year documenting, improving and adding features to BASIC. Now we have 4K, 8K, EXTENDED, ROM and DISK BASIC. The value of the computer time we have used exceeds $40,000.

The feedback we have gotten from the hundreds of people who say they are using BASIC has all been positive. Two surprising things are apparent, however, 1) Most of these "users" never bought BASIC (less than 10% of all Altair owners have bought BASIC), and 2) The amount of royalties we have received from sales to hobbyists makes the time spent on Altair BASIC worth less than $2 an hour. Why is this? As the majority of hobbyists must be aware, most of you steal your software. Hardware must be paid for, but software is something to share. Who cares if the people who worked on it get paid?

Is this fair? One thing you don't do by stealing software is get back at MITS for some problem you may have had. MITS doesn't make money selling software. The royalty paid to us, the manual, the tape and the overhead make it a break-even operation. One thing you do do is prevent good software from being written. Who can afford to do professional work for nothing? What hobbyist can put 3-man years into programming, finding all bugs, documenting his product and distribute for free? The fact is, no one besides us has invested a lot of money in hobby software. We have written 6800 BASIC, and are writing 8080 APL and 6800 APL, but there is very little incentive to make this software available to hobbyists. Most directly, the thing you do is theft.

What about the guys who re-sell Altair BASIC, aren't they making money on hobby software? Yes, but those who have been reported to us may lose in the end. They are the ones who give hobbyists a bad name, and should be kicked out of any club meeting they show up at.

I would appreciate letters from any one who wants to pay up, or has a suggestion or comment. Just write to me at 1180 Alvarado SE, #114, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87108. Nothing would please me more than being able to hire ten programmers and deluge the hobby market with good software.

Bill Gates

General Partner, Micro-Soft

(Gates, 1976)

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I've just added weblogs.com support to taint.org. Been meaning to do it for a while, but plenty of other stuff got in the way in the meantime. :(

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"Please mind the closing doors..." The doors close...The doors reopen. "Passengers are reminded that the big red slidey things on the side of the train are called the doors. Let's try it again. Please stand clear of the doors." The doors close... "Thank you."

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Due to a set of advocacy and plain show-off mails recently, regarding sub-pixel font rendering under Linux, my hand has been forced ;)

As a result, here's a little HOWTO document I've written up for getting sub-pixel rendering working under Linux. Check it out if you've got a Linux laptop and want some sweet-looking fonts!

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What's hot in Kabul today? Apparently, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai = hot, Fakhir Mohammed = not. Can't say I blame them.

Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 13:51:13 -0000
From: "Martin Adamson" (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Afghan music latest: Last chance to buy Osama praise songs

Evening Standard - 14 November 2001

In his music shop Mohamed Salim is quite literally erasing the Taliban from Kabul - taping new music over the cassettes of religious chanting which the former regime forced him to sell.

Today's victim is former Taliban Top Ten chanter Fakhir Mohammed, whose monotonous warbles were a firm favourite until the regime fled on Monday. Now a tape of his chants is being dubbed over with the soundtrack from an Indian film.

Getting to the front counter in Salim's shop means fighting your way past dozens of young men, all eager for tapes. For the moment he has run out, producing new ones only as fast as his tape-to-tape machine can dub over the Taliban cassettes. "This is the best business in five years," he says. "We're very happy just to hear music again." Outside, Salim's music merges with the cacophony of tunes - Indian and Western

  • being pumped into the street at maximum volume.

Until Monday night, when the Taliban fled, Farashgar was a grim place to visit: those shops which bothered to put music onto their speaker systems had only repetitive chants to offer. Business was bad, and also uncertain. "If a Talib came to the shop, he would say 'give me one cassette, I will pay you after'," said Salim, 22. "But maybe the money would never come. What could you do?" What they did was sell underground music: many of the tape boxes on Salim's shelves held a secret.

He shows me why. On the labels of some cassette boxes are the names of various Taliban chanters. But he opens the box to reveal, scrawled over the tape, an Indian singer. "We would sell this way, to people we know. The hard thing was remembering which singer was in which cassette box." The other hard thing were the men from the notorious Ministry for Vice and Virtue. These so called "religious police" were the Taliban's gestapo, and the shopkeepers of Farashgar were a favourite target. "I was in jail four times. For one month, for one week, the last for 18 days," says Salim.

In the next-door shop to Salim's, his friend Mohamed Talut Taheri says: "Sometimes they could come to raid, they would open all the
cassette boxes, then you were caught. The other way was that someone would be arrested for something. They would search him and find a cassette. If he told them where he got it, you were in jail."

Now the problem is supply. With the overland route to Pakistan cut, there are no more CDs and only dubbed tapes on offer to a public clamourous for music. This means prices have shot up: A tape from Salim's shop that was £1.80 when you risked jail to buy it is now £2.80. But nothing drives away the customers. "We love to hear music. Indian, Western, it doesn't matter," says Salim. "It's just so nice that music is back."

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Cory Doctorow at Boing Boing is on fire today. I was tempted to forward on an entry or two, but by the time I got to the end of today's updates, I think the only thing a reader can do is just go there and read 'em: Quake players on drugs, Dance Dance Resurrection, and EMI uploading their own music to Gnutella...

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Hamlet vs. ISDN:

Technician 1: My name be John. What problem do you have?

Hamlet: A heart so full of woe to shame the gods.

My father dead. My mother newly wed

To mine own uncle who hath stole my crown.

But worst of all, like demon born of Hell,

Connection's lost; I hath no ISDN.

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One to buy; a collection of J.G. Ballard's short stories. I'm a big Ballard fan, so I'll be keeping an eye out. Great review too:

The drowned worlds, scorched cities and overgrown jungles of his early fiction; his concentration on the new media landscape of celebrity and stylised catastrophe; his exploration of the connections between sex, eroticism and death; his fetishism of motorways, cars, technology and high-rise buildings - Ballard wrote about the twentieth century in its own idiom, at a time when most other literary writers were no more than grappling with the same old tired clichés of the English class system.

Date: Sun, 04 Nov 2001 11:29:27 -0000
From: "Tim Chapman" (spam-protected)
To: forteana (spam-protected)
Subject: Complete Stories - Observer review

http://www.observer.co.uk/review/story/0,6903,587030,00.html

The Ballard of Shanghai jail

The poetry of disaster gleams among the anti-utopian's collected short stories in JG Ballard's The Complete Stories

Jason Cowley Sunday November 4, 2001 The Observer

The Complete Stories

JG Ballard

Flamingo £25, pp1,189

When I worked at the Times, a couple of years ago, a shout used to echo through the newsroom at moments of great national trauma, the death of Princess Diana, say, or a terrorist outrage - 'Call JG Ballard'. Strangely, at such moments, JG Ballard seldom seemed to be at home or was, at least, sensibly not answering the phone.

Yet the news editor, for all his harassed panic, was right to think that Ballard might have something to contribute at a time of crisis, because no other contemporary British writer possesses his prescience and perspicacity, his instinct for catastrophe. No other writer foresaw, in quite the same way, how televised images of fame and death were to become all-powerful in our culture.

Reading this book of collected stories, spanning more than 1,000 pages and 40 years, is a peculiarly enriching experience. Every sentence Ballard writes is absolutely characteristic. Ever since he began publishing stories in the mid-1950s, in low-circulation science-fiction magazines such as New Worlds and Science Fantasy, he sought to find new ways of writing about our emerging consumer society, not as other sci-fi writers did through speculating about space travel or the far future, but through constructing his own cool, detached psychopathology of post-industrial society.

The drowned worlds, scorched cities and overgrown jungles of his early fiction; his concentration on the new media landscape of celebrity and stylised catastrophe; his exploration of the connections between sex, eroticism and death; his fetishism of motorways, cars, technology and high-rise buildings - Ballard wrote about the twentieth century in its own idiom, at a time when most other literary writers were no more than grappling with the same old tired clichés of the English class system.

Those who complain that he repeatedly writes the same book, that he cannot do character or convincingly animate women, misunderstand a writer who is less a formal storyteller than a prose surrealist. The motifs in his work are abandoned airfields, drained swimming pools, crashed cars, flooded lagoons, overlit motorways. His male heroes - doctors, pilots, architects, engineers - are emblematic last men, moving uneasily though flimsy, disintegrating worlds (in their impassive striving they recall the sad urban dreamscapes of Edward Hopper).

Through his interest in medicine, science and psychoanalysis, Ballard understands how powerfully we are driven by irrational and unconscious forces, that we are often no more than mysteries to ourselves.

In 'Motel Architecture' a man called Pangborn retreats from the world, spending his days alone in a solarium, amusing himself by endlessly replaying the shower sequence from Psycho on a bank of television screens (this story was written in 1978, before the age of video and digitised surveillance cameras). One day, he discovers there is an intruder in the solarium, eating his food and sharing his private space. Sometimes he catches glimpses of the intruder, his spectral presence and shifting shadows. Then a cleaning woman is found murdered in the solarium, lying in the 'familiar postures he had analysed in a thousand blow-ups'. Pangborn is terrified until, in a moment of blazing self-revelation, he realises he has always been alone in the solarium, that he is his own intruder, a stranger to himself and perhaps now a murderer, too.

'I've always thought that life was a kind of disaster area,' says Ransome, the narrator of his third novel, The Drought. In Ballard's fiction society is always close to or actually breaking down, and civility is threatened with extinction.

In many stories, he constructs closed, artificial communities - a tropical island paradise, an internment camp, a luxury high-rise apartment block, a hi-tech business park, a seaside leisure resort - then watches as they collapse under the strain of their own internal contradictions. 'Is this the promised end?' asks Kent in King Lear. 'Or,' replies Edgar, 'image of that horror?'

Through reading Ballard, we have lived vicariously with a sense of an ending, simultaneously embracing what we most fear and perhaps most desire - the ruin of cities, the collapse of communities, the wilful embracing of deviance and obscenity.

Many of the stories here can be read as sketches for the later novels they became. 'Dead Time', in particular, is a template for Empire of the Sun (1984), the marvellous autobiographical novel which liberated Ballard from the cult of avant garde celebration and carried him to an international audience.

As a detainee, between the ages of 12 and 15, in the Lunghua prison camp in Shanghai, Ballard watched as Chinese soldiers were decapitated, as the streets of Shanghai were bombed by low-flying aircraft and as his fellow internees were harassed and brutalised. In Empire he writes of returning to the International Settlement where his parents lived in colonial seclusion to find the houses inexplicably deserted, and of watching the distant glow of the atom bomb explosion in Hiroshima, 'that spectral mushroom cloud'.

In 'Dead Time', the young narrator, liberated from an internment camp, hides for hours under a pile of corpses to avoid detection from the Japanese, and later journeys across a ravaged landscape in search of his missing parents, a search that Ballard enacts again and again in his fiction, as if seeking to return to that Edenic first moment, the world of tranquillity that was destroyed the day the Japanese arrived in Shanghai and took him away from home.

If Ballard is an anti-utopian writer, a pessimist of human nature, it is because by the time he returned to England, as a young adult after the war, he had seen and experienced the worst of the world and of man's potential for depravity. He was without hope or illusion, his imagination forever after to be shadowed by the ruined towns, abandoned aircraft, crashed cars and arbitrary disappearances and injustices of his childhood. And so, as the political philosopher John Gray has written, Ballard's fictional achievement is to have communicated a vision of what fulfilment might mean in a time of nihilism. And who would argue that ours is not a time of nihilism and that Ballard is not the ideal chronicler of our disturbed modernity?

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a classic tale of in-flight mass hysteria, courtesy of 0xdeadbeef. Read on...

Date: Thu, 01 Nov 2001 09:51:06 -0800
From: (spam-protected) (glen mccready)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: QANTAS Flight 203 and the Breadroll of Doom

Forwarded-by: Nev Dull (spam-protected)
Forwarded-by: Randy Cassingham (spam-protected)

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= QANTAS Flight 203 and the Breadroll of Doom

Just thought I'd fill you guys in on my rather eventful day today.

The day started off ok -- flew from Melbourne to Brisbane with no major dramas at all. The only problem was that three of the five screaming little whipper snappers I had earlier noticed in the gate lounge at Melbourne had been allocated the row of seats behind mine. In hindsight, I probably should have taken a little more notice of this obviously bad omen....

Anyway, apart from the screaming, crying and the regular "sinking of the slipper" into the back of my seat with clocklike monotony, it really was not all that bad. Landed in beautiful Brissy and had a dream connection to my Mackay flight. The kids left the flight, the plane left on time, wow, this is going to be a good day.

Once we were on our way, the hosties decided to surprise us with some unbelievably ordinary food -- no, not just the normal servings of ordinariness, this time they had gone to some extra effort. There was the standard cheese and crackers, the piece of fruit 'n' nut chocolate, and then the centre piece, a delightfully soggy bread roll with an internal smearing of curried egg and capsicum. Nothing else, just curried egg and capsicum. Mmmm Mmmm! Hot Tip: These rolls are best served when made a few weeks before hand so the curried egg can thoroughly soak through the bread.

Now, in these turbulent times, and following the 17 suspected cases of Anthrax poisoning reported yesterday, you would think Qantas would be rather careful about what they are serving on their planes. Nope. The aforementioned culinary delight that was the soggy bread roll was not a plain roll, nor did it have those sesame seed thingys stuck to its top, oh no, lets give everyone on the aircraft a bread roll completely laced with flour! Great idea that. How about we put so much flour on it that it will actually fall off in a clump onto your plate so that some paranoid git behind you can start screaming hysterically about anthrax poisoning!! Fantastic.

The hosties step in and calm the situation quite well. They quietly tell her (she actually was sitting right behind me -- in hindsight I'd have rathered those little whipper snappers any day!) that they have taken her meal back and will send it for analysis once we land in Mackay. They took her details and told her she would be contacted with the results. Obviously if it really was anthrax, she would be the only one at risk of inhaling the stuff, what with the sealed aircraft environment and the recirculating air con....

Anyway, nothing more said until we land. It now seems that some ground official has cottoned on to the fact that if one person could be at risk, then, hang on while I do the maths ...um... carry the five... oh yeah!! The whole damned plane is at risk!! Quick shut the doors! Oh, and lets keep that air con running!!

Then the action starts. On my side of the plane I see a fire truck pull up. Then another one. Then what looks like every policeman Mackay has ever trained. Then a water tanker. Ahh, the Hazardous Materials Van is here! That should induce some panic! And what should emerge from the Haz. Van? Why, two blokes in full bio suits of course!! For those that are familiar with the movie "2001", they looked just like "Dave" when suited up to venture outside Voyager in his space pod. For those not familiar with 2001, blokes in yellow plastic suits with a massive, fully enclosed perspex face mask which would fit over the head of a baby elephant. Color coded of course.

Now, what terrifies human beings even more than the fear of death via biological warfare I hear you ask? Why, it's taking a shower in all your good clothes of course!! Oh the horror!!!! Yes the bio suited guys have erected their little shower cubical and have connected up a massive 2" outlet from one of the fire trucks. And, wait, who's here now? Yes it's the local media. They've turned up to film "the cleansing of the roll flour from the passengers". Should make some great viewing, perhaps even a mini series.

Two and a half hours pass while being constantly updated that we "should be able to disembark in the next 15 minutes or so". (Let's just keep that air con. going though, just in case.) The bio suited dudes are so far the only people who have used the shower (after handling the highly toxic roll flour). The guys outside with the camera's are obviously getting bored waiting for us -- they start to pack up their cameras.

Then, out of the blue, Mr Plodd bravely enters our flour infested chamber with some news, and he has with him, a doctor. The doc gets on the PA system and tells us that they have run all the tests that they are capable of in the Mackay hospital, and while they can not be 100% certain, it seems that the substance taken from the plane is, wait for it, an ordinary substance used in the preparation of the flight meals. He had even diagnosed us -- the entire plane. We have a phenomenon known in the medical world as "Excessive Vigilance". Well done champ. Unbelievable. It would have been quicker to scrape all the flour up off everyone's lap and whip up a batch of scones to prove the true identity of the substance!!

This is when in my opinion, the day's highlight occurred. Following such a long period of such intense waiting, there is bound to be an outpouring of emotion... Sighs of relief, cries of laughter, cheering, clapping, and of course, the absolute verbal barrage of abuse for the poor lady sitting behind me who had now sunk so low into her chair that she was now practically wearing her lifejacket. It seems that another particular lady who had now well and truly missed her (spam-protected) flight to the Whitsundays had decided to give our friend a piece of her mind. The awkward silence that followed was priceless.

Anyway, before we all finally got off the plane they took everyone's details in case forensic testing at Brisbane's pathology centre turned anything else up. We got off the plane to a bit of a hero's welcome -- heaps of people, police and media interviews. I didn't quite get to my destination from Mackay in time to see the local news, but apparently we were the headline story. All hail the paranoid chick from row 9.

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Found on /.: Nuon have released a free-as-in-speech SDK for third-party developers to develop applications which will run on certain models of DVD players. According to 'What Is Nuon?', the Nuon DVD hardware is essentially both a DVD player and an open gaming platform. Incredible! Looks like I know now what kind of DVD player I'll be buying -- the one I can write my own apps for ;)

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Looks like my extensive Laxo and Publin experience will come in handy, if things get tight.

Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 15:15:33 -0500
From: "Damien Morton" (spam-protected)
To: "Jason Borum" (spam-protected)
Subject: RE: Programming position?

Dear Jason,

Thanks for your interest in employment at Dennis Interactive. These are indeed tough times, but its always good to hear from someone with as broad and varied experience as yours. Im am particularily impressed with your familiarity with Xwad and Verible. You time at E*pregnate must have been an interesting one.

Whilst we arent currently looking for T and T++ programmers, your experience with PROBOL and XVRT suggests that the transition to our in-house programming language, BABEL, would be a relatively painless one. We will certainly keep you on file for a later date, should we have an opening for someone of your calibre.

Thanks again for your interest.


Damien Morton, Technical Director, Dennis Interactive

The glass is neither half-full nor half-empty. Its too big.

-----Original Message----- From: Jason Borum
Sent: Tuesday, October 30, 2001 2:24 PM
To: Damien Morton
Subject: Programming position?

Hi there:

I realize that in the current economic climate, jobs are scarce. But I believe I fill a programming niche overlooked by many employers. Please take a look at my attched resume, and let me know if you think I'd be a good match with Dennis Interactive.

Thanks! \jason


Jason Borum (spam-protected)

Goal: A position that will utilize my knowledge of programming languages,
operating systems, software products, and programming methodologies

Description: I have work-experience in a broad range of programming
languages in a number of different industries, and I believe that I have my finger on the pulse of the latest technological developments. I'm an 'out of the box' thinker willing to learn any and all new technolgies. My motto is "whatever it takes to do the job".

Programming Languages: T+, T++, PROBOL, TSP2, TSP3, RSP, XVRT, XEL, XSM, AHP, EVML, NOML, QML, YML, LOGO

Development Tools: EUnit (EX, SX, SI, TI), Verible, SR Promoly, WevCan, WevCan SE, WevCan Pro, EyePopper 2.0, PluTo, Xwad, Spelunker

Databases: DuBase(4,5), NuQL, MyNuQL, XKSBase, WooferBase

Operating Systems: Eunichs, Firewater NT, Publin, Raxin, Laxo (FUI, TNP/TNT)

Experience: 06/1999 - Present E*Pregnate Senior TSP Engineer

-Developed OMP methodology for TSP reporting -Implemented XJIB based server-side reporting utilizing PluTo shell -Created SR Promly reports with UFML Port and XPO -Programmed multi-tier MRAF based on DuBase 4,5 -Engineered blocked WIML procedure with Laxo Connectivity

04/1998-06/1999 PolyAnemic.com RCSC Analyst

-Ported Publin 1.8.x content from legacy Raxin system -Utilized DMP 1.3/1.4 for EDE triggers -Secured KYB connection with ESS (XK, XL) -Analyzed RCSC driver with XLUnit, FoGrois

08/1997-04/1998 Bendix & Formalade IHML Developer

-Developed IHML surface for PROBOL, XSM EEIU system -Designed TNP/TNT FUI for ROP -Made coffee -TSP4 driven DCV System with PIO Connectivity -Created copies of documents using a P&H KX43400 ML Series photocopier

04/1997-08/1997 Orange Julius Customer Service

-Prepared Orange Julius drinks -Prepared and servered hot dogs -Answered phones -Took out trash -Swept and mopped

http://xent.com/mailman/listinfo/fork

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Geek hero:

The publication in Genome Research gives details of (Jim) Kent's algorithm as a demonstration of openness, which has been a hallmark of the public Human Genome Project.

"Instead of being a black box it details how it was done," said John McPherson, co-director of the genome sequencing center at Washington University in St. Louis, Mo., one of the many labs that contributed to the Human Genome Project.

The free exchange of information is a testament to why Kent became passionate about the public Human Genome Project in the first place.

"I thought it would help to get as much information about genes and the genome in to the public domain to help discourage people from patenting it wholesale," Kent said.

"I was afraid that if the only people who had access were the people who could afford Celera's (subscription) database, it would tie things up."

Sorry, it's old bits, but I hadn't read it before.

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Absolutely classic.

  1. Drop (a) food, in yellow parcels, then (b) cluster bombs, also in yellow casings.

  2. Eventually realise potential for confusion.

"Do not confuse the cylinder-shaped [yellow cluster] bomb with the rectangular [yellow] food bag. [...] All bombs will explode when they hit the ground, but in some special circumstances some of the bombs will not explode."

Riiiight. Way to get the locals on your side!

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Good article on building a large-scale e-commerce site with Apache and mod_perl, for what that's worth nowadays, at perl.com. This bit was especially pleasing to my SQL-database-phobic mindset:

Since Perl code executes so quickly under mod_perl, the performance bottleneck is usually at the database. We applied all the documented tricks for improving DBD::Oracle performance. We used bind variables, prepare_cached(), Apache::DBI, and adjustments to the RowCache buffer size.

The big win of course is avoiding going to the database in the first place. The caching work we did had a huge impact on performance. Fetching product data from the Berkeley DB cache was about 10 times faster than fetching it from the database. Serving a product page from the proxy cache was about 10 times faster than generating it on the application server from cached data. Clearly, the site would never have survived under heavy load without the caching.

Ha! Take that, database-backed-website fans! ;)

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Great article from Heise Telepolis, by Duncan Campbell: How the terror trail went unseen.

"It gives you a window into how it is that Al Qaeda ... operates," he added. Calls were so frequent were so frequent that the phone, rented from 1-2-1, was dubbed the "Jihad phone".

But, like all the other European phones and lines mentioned in the New York trial, the "Jihad phone" didn't use encryption to prevent the communications from being intercepted by the police or security agencies. It couldn't. Yet investigators and surveillance centres apparently knew nothing of what was going on at the time, and were unable to piece together the links being run by the terror group.

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The BBC World Service has for the last 8 years, apparently been broadcasting an Afghan version of The Archers, called "New Home, New Life":

There is Nazir, the buffoon of a security guard based on Eddie Grundy, who in a recent episode set fire to his neighbour's haystack. There is Rabiya Gul, the bolshie wife in the mould of Jennifer Aldridge who the Taliban routinely complain embarrasses their efforts to subdue women. And there is Rahimdad, the village barber, a solid Sid Perks type character whose shop is the meeting place - much like the pub in western soaps. In the seven years since the show's birth, the fortunes of these characters have become so vital to national morale that it is thought not only to have saved radio from banishment, but to have encouraged the Taliban to soften their line on a range of other issues.

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Dave said:

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Lawrence may have discovered the reason I'll move to XP.

Or, alternatively, move to Linux ;) That's my Konqueror browser window right there, using XFree86's sub-pixel rendering. Best font tweak I've ever tried, IMHO.

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Great story from Jon Callas about the history of CD-ROM drives, and why they can play audio CDs in the first place.

Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 15:28:26 -0700
From: Jon Callas (spam-protected)
Subject: Re: ah, been waiting for this

At 5:38 PM -0400 9/27/01, t byfield wrote:


> i've never bought or even seen a CD of any kind that warrants
> that it will be playable in any physical device capable of in-
> terpreting a CD. and it was only a few years ago that the dis-
> tinction between audio CDs and data CDs was clear: one worked
> in certain kinds of devices, the other worked in other kinds,
> and at the time the twain did not meet. then for a while they
> did, and now manufacturers are reintroducing the distinction.
> i'm not endorsing their actions; but CDs have been around for
> ~20 years, and the ability to use a computer to read data CDs
> has been around for more like ~6 years. this doesn't have the
> makings of a solid legal argument; it wouldn't take a rocket
> scientists litigator to ask why no one seems to object to the
> fact that data CDs don't function in audio equipment. and even
> if it did have the makings of a solid legal argument, pursuing
> a 'truth in labeling' strategy may very well end up with audio
> CDs that are truthfully labeled. brilliant.

I disagree on some of the facts.

CD-ROM players have always been able to play audio CDs. The very first CD manufacturing plant to be owned by someone other than the Sony/Philps consortium was built by Digital Equipment Corporation to made CD-ROMs for software distribution, in about '87-88, as I remember it. While ISO9660 came after the audio formats, it was intended from the start to interoperate with audio CDs in the sense that a player can easily tell the difference.

Now then, early audio players couldn't tell a data CD and would play them as audio noise. Also, some early DEC CD-ROMs did not have audio jacks. But this is a tale of corporate stupidity only. You see, someone brainiac decided that a CD-ROM was a Serious Business Device and not for entertainment. So they went to Sony and requested that Sony make a model that did not include the audio jack. Sony said, "Sure, no problem, it's just a manufacturing line change, which we charge $3 million for, so pay us and it's yours." So DEC did.

Then customers started complaining about the lack of an audio jack. Their argument was, "Look, I paid $1000 for this CD player, and while I'm in the machine room, it would be really great if I can pop in a CD and listen to it." The DEC response was, "This isn't an entertainment device, it's a Serious Business Device." The customer response was, "Ummm, look at these schematics. This Serious Business Device that I paid a kilobuck for has all the audio circuitry. If I put an audio CD in it, it mounts up and spins. All it's missing is an audio jack, which costs about a quarter at Radio Shack. So here's a quarter. I'll pay $1000.25 for one, okay?" At one DECUS, there was even a session on how to unscrew the cabinet and which Radio Shack part number would solder directly to the circuit board, and what I/O calls to the device would operate the play/stop/pause/etc. buttons.

Finally, DEC went back to Sony and said, "We've changed our minds. We want all our future CD-ROM drives to have audio jacks. Sony said, "Sure, no problem, it's just a manufacturing line change, which we charge $3 million for, so pay us and it's yours." So DEC did.

Now until recently, CD-ROM drives would operate in either "data" mode or "audio" mode. In audio mode, you could punch the buttons and all, but you couldn't get the digital audio bits off of it. So you could have a software-controlled CD front panel, but not digital music. The first one of those was the Apple double-speed CD-ROM, which for reasons that I don't know allowed direct access to the digital bits. It is my belief that this occurred because by this time, Sony owned both hardware companies and record companies, and thought it would be cool to allow computers to process music. I do know, however, that for a couple of years, if you happened to have one of those Apple drives, people who were into digital recording would pay you a lot of money for one. And *that* happened around '96.

*Ripping* is only about six years old. But there has never, ever been a CD-ROM that would not play an audio CD, with the exception of the early DEC fiasco, and even they would, really. The same is true with DVD players, that they've been transparently compatible with CD players, both data and audio. Consequently, consumers have the reasonable expectation that if they buy an audio CD that they can go to any CD-ROM in the world and it will play audio. I think they should put a label on the protected CDs that's at least as big as the naughty word advisory, "WARNING: DOES NOT PLAY IN CD-ROM OR DVD PLAYERS.''

Jon

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The US Army has been, reportedly, seeking advice on handling terrorist attacks from Hollywood film-makers.

My take on this: it's more likely they're looking for help in running credible simulations. It has to be, otherwise it's just a total farce!

Date: Mon, 08 Oct 2001 16:09:08 +0100
From: "Tim Chapman" (spam-protected)
To: forteana (spam-protected)
Subject: Beyond parody

http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/entertainment/film/newsid_1586000/1586468.stm

Monday, 8 October, 2001, 12:36 GMT 13:36 UK Army turns to Hollywood for advice

American intelligence specialists are reported to have "secretly" sought advice on handling terrorist attacks from Hollywood film-makers. According to the trade paper Variety, a discussion group between movie and military representatives was held at the University of Southern California last week. The group is said to have been set up by the US Army to discuss future terrorist activity in the wake of the attacks of 11 September. Among those reported to have been involved were Die Hard screenwriter Steven E De Souza and Joseph Zito, director of Delta Force One and Missing in Action. Other, more conventional, feature makers were also said to have been present, including Randal Kleiser, who made Grease. Expertise Such a scenario - where the army turns to the creators of film fantasy for advice about real-life disaster - would seem an unusual, not to say unlikely, reversal of roles. Variety dismissed the notion that such a scenario - where the army turns to the creators of film fantasy for advice about real-life disaster - was unusual, not to say unlikely, reversal of roles. The paper argues that there is much the masters of screen suspense can offer the US Army in the way of tactical advice. In particular, says Variety, the entertainment industry can offer expertise in understanding plot and character, as well as advice on scenario training. The US Army is also behind the university's Institute for Creative Technologies (ICT). The ICT calls upon the resources and talents of the entertainment industry and computer scientists to help with virtual reality scenario simulation. Variety reported that the ICT's creative director James Korris confirmed that the meetings between the film-makers and the US Army were taking place. However, the paper added that Mr Korris had refused to give details as to what specific recommendations had been made to the US government.

'...I said why can't we just send James Bond into Serbia?' 'What did they say to that then?' "'James Bond," says the NCO, "is a fictional character." Well, my answer to that is - they're the hardest bastards to kill, aren't they?'

  • Grant Morrison, The Invisibles, July 99

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I've just turned on sub-pixel rendered anti-aliasing on my desktop, using gdkxft and KDE 2.2.1. It's amazing the difference it makes. Previously, anti-aliasing was pretty similar to just taking my glasses off; but with a TFT laptop screen, you can enable the ClearType-style sub-pixel rendering, and it becomes very smooth.

Dunno if rxvt has it yet, though, so I'm still using blocky ol' text in my terminal windows.

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Slow Wave is "a collective dream diary authored by different people from around the world".

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Mind-boggling article about one woman's journey through Scientology, their surveillance and censorship of the members of their church, and her eventual return from la-la land with the help of Andreas Heldal-Lund and the Lisa McPherson Trust.

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So I've been taking a few snaps on a Casio Watch Camera I got for my birthday; check it out:


Luna Park;

A self-portrait;

Catherine

Cool.

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Matthew Leeming describes his unnerving encounter in Afghanistan with the murderers of General Massoud:

This summer that place was Afghanistan, from where I have just crossed, disguised as a woman in a shapeless burqa, over the 16,000ft Shai Salim pass into Pakistan. I met a number of people who, by English standards, were decidedly weird ... so the two Moroccan journalists with whom I shared a house in the Panjshir seemed almost normal. It was not until after they had killed themselves and General Ahmad Shah Massoud, the commander of the Afghan anti-Taleban forces, a week later that I realised I had spent five days living with two of Osama bin Laden's kamikaze fighters.

Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 14:25:20 +0000
From: "Martin Adamson" (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Breakfast with the killers

http://www.spectator.co.uk

Breakfast with the killers

Matthew Leeming describes his unnerving encounter in Afghanistan with the murderers of General Massoud

'Every year there's one place in the globe worth going to where things are happening,' says Basil Seal to his mother, immediately before stealing her jewels to fund such a trip. 'The secret is to find out where and to be on the spot at the time.'

This summer that place was Afghanistan, from where I have just crossed, disguised as a woman in a shapeless burqa, over the 16,000ft Shai Salim pass into Pakistan. I met a number of people who, by English standards, were decidedly weird -- one man asked me if it were true that in England women could marry their dogs -- so the two Moroccan journalists with whom I shared a house in the Panjshir seemed almost normal. It was not until after they had killed themselves and General Ahmad Shah Massoud, the commander of the Afghan anti-Taleban forces, a week later that I realised I had spent five days living with two of Osama bin Laden's kamikaze fighters.

Foreigners in Afghanistan tread a fairly well-worn path, usually a triangle between the acting capital in Faisalabad, the Panjshir valley and the government's military base, Khawja Bahauddin, in the north. Transport is either by Jeeps that cost $200 per day, or -- for the really reckless -- the government's ropy, Russian-built helicopters.

I had heard that if there is a Shangri-la it is the Panjshir in August, a narrow, fertile valley surrounded by arid mountains from which the Afghans have for centuries shot at their invaders. It ends at Kabul, which is now one of the main battle-fronts between the government and the Taleban. I arrived, after a torturing road journey from Khawja Bahauddin, between the mulberry and grape harvests, and as I walked along the road groups of men and children invited me to join them for lunch. It was a sponger's paradise.

I was an official guest of the government, and now my guide, Qhudai, took me to the government guest house, opposite the government's helicopter base, before leaving me to recover. I was woken before dawn every morning by the shriek of helicopter engines starting up, and would take my breakfast watching soldiers embarking for the flight to another front. No expense has been spared on the house itself, nor on the bill for staff, and I was comfortable for the first time in a month. (I had been sleeping in chai khanas, which are a cross between a night shelter for the homeless and a boarding school.) For two days I was served enormous meals of mutton and rice, alone in a dining-room designed to seat 30. This changed when the Moroccan journalists arrived.

I first saw them pacing up and down in front of the house. They did not return my hello. That evening I was served dinner on the floor of my room as the Moroccans made free with the dining-room. They spent all the next day in their bedroom with the door open, lying on their beds and staring at the ceiling.

On Qhudai's return, I delegated him to make inquiries from the staff. 'They are Arabs,' he reported, with some disgust. 'They are very unfriendly.'

The next day I determined to break the ice. 'I'm not eating in my room,' I told the major domo. 'I shall eat with the journalists.' At eight p.m. sharp I presented myself in the dining-room. Both journalists had already started on the bread. There was a definite hierarchy between them. The first sat at the head of the table. He was large and dark, but his most curious feature were two blackened indentations on his forehead, which looked like the result of torture with an electric drill.

I asked him where he and his companion came from and he said Morocco, but they lived in Brussels. I tried to have a polite conversation about holiday destinations in Morocco, but he was unforthcoming. There was something about his manner that prevented me from asking exactly where he lived in Brussels. His companion said nothing, but ate his way through the rice and mutton with a hearty appetite.

The next day the senior Moroccan saw me using a satellite phone, and he became a good deal more amiable. Satellite phones are status symbols but also basic necessities for travel in Afghanistan, and mine had got me out of a number of scrapes already. He approached me, and asked if I had the phone number of Bismillah Khan, the military commander of the Panjshir. I did, and volunteered the services of Qhudai to help.

'We are doing a television documentary about Afghanistan, and we need to get on a helicopter to Khawja Bahauddin,' he told me.

The person to arrange this was the commander of the Panjshir, Bismillah Khan. As it happened, I had met him several days before and knew his telephone number. But he didn't answer.

'Do you have General Massoud's number?' asked the senior Moroccan. I was slightly staggered.

'No. I don't think he gives it out. You see, the Russians can find out where you are from a satellite phone and send a missile in to kill you. That was how they got Dudaev.'

Qhudai looked slightly menacing.

'Why do you want to meet Commander Massoud?' I asked the Moroccans. I remember them exchanging glances.

'For our TV film,' he said.

Afterwards Qhudai said to me, 'I think they are spies.'

'But everyone's a spy in Afghanistan,' I said. 'You're a spy.'

'But they are Arab spies.' There seems little love lost between Persian speakers and Arabs, so I put this down to racial prejudice.

We left shortly afterwards, and gave no further thought to the Moroccans, except occasionally to speculate that they were probably still waiting in the Panjshir for a helicopter.

A week later we heard that Massoud had been fatally injured in a Taleban attack, but it was only after we had crossed the border into Pakistan and saw a newspaper report that two Moroccans posing as journalists were responsible that we realised the identity our companions. Qhudai reproached himself for his stupidity. I was horrified that we had spent five nights sleeping next to a room full of several kilos of explosives.

After talking on the phone to some of Massoud's lieutenants we managed to piece together an account of what had happened. While Massoud's security was tight in many ways, he was always prepared to see journalists. He was a charming, well-educated product of a French lycée and journalists were always happy to see him. Access was controlled by a sidekick we had come to loathe -- Engineer Asim -- who was obstructive until he was offered money. Asim let the Moroccans into Massoud's room.

According to our sources, Massoud immediately realised that there was something wrong (the torture marks on the forehead?), and shouted to Asim to get them out. At this, the senior Moroccan exploded the bomb hidden in his camera. He and Asim were pulverised. The second Moroccan (the one who ate more) escaped and jumped into the river Oxus, from which he was fished by guards and shot. Massoud -- still living -- was flown to Tajikistan for treatment. The Taleban immediately claimed that he had been killed outright, and most press reports supported this, but it seems more likely that he hung on to life for nearly a week and died without regaining consciousness.

In retrospect, one can see that the murder of Massoud was a deliberate first step in a carefully planned series of atrocities. Massoud represented the only credible military threat to the Taleban. Known as the 'Lion of the Panjshir', revered by his men, he had defeated the Russians 15 times and almost certainly could not be displaced from his stronghold in western Afghanistan. Many people -- including Massoud's younger brother, Wali, the Afghan ambassador in London -- have been urging the West for years to arm the Northern Alliance properly to ensure the Taleban's defeat, but to no avail. Now the man who may go down in history as one of the great generals of irregular warfare, who, with proper support, could have defeated the Taleban in a year, is dead and the West is desperately looking for credible and committed Muslim allies with whom to fight the Taleban.

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The Enigma story, and the misattributions of credit:

In U-571, Hollywood gave the credit for the Enigma code-cracking heroics of World War Two to the Americans. In the British thriller Enigma, out today, the praise is given to the English. Now, if a protest from the Polish embassy in London is to be believed, it was the Poles that done it after all.

From what I've read, the Polish cryptographers are certainly missing out on a lot of the credit they're rightly due.

Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 12:29:35 +0100
From: "Tim Chapman" (spam-protected)
To: forteana (spam-protected)
Subject: UK accused of movie history revisionism

http://film.guardian.co.uk/News_Story/Exclusive/0,4029,559785,00.html

Enigma deepens as Poles claim code-cracking breakthrough

Friday September 28, 2001

In U-571, Hollywood gave the credit for the Enigma code-cracking heroics of world war two to the Americans. In the British thriller Enigma, out today, the praise is given to the English. Now, if a protest from the Polish embassy in London is to be believed, it was the Poles that done it after all. The statement claims that Polish intelligence experts captured the Enigma machine on which the Germans conducted all their most secret cipher traffic before the war had even begun, and later presented this to the Allied forces. The statement quotes a Professor M.R.D. Foot as claiming that: "The most important service the Poles ever rendered to the anti-Nazi cause was something they did before the war had even begun." An accompanying missive from the Federation of Poles in Great Britain adds that: "Mathematicians of the Polish Intelligence Service were the first to
break the Enigma code. In July 1939 passed over to British Intelligence a copy of the Enigma machine and the fruits of their work done in breaking the code in the years 1932-1939. This work greatly assisted the Bletchley Park code breakers and contributed to the Allied victory in world war two." The Polish authorities are particularly annoyed with Enigma's depiction of a traitorous Polish officer at Bletchley Park, the wartime headquarters of code-cracking intelligence, who works as a spy for the Nazis. The statement insists that no Pole ever worked at Bletchley Park. "Obviously we feel that this is a gratuitous slur on Poles who fought side by side with their British allies."

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Nightmarish details of what the US planned to do as a first strike, in the event of nuclear escalation in the cold war. Mutual assured destruction is the only valid term, IMO.

Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 12:11:50 +1000
From: Justin Mason (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: US nuclear attack plans of the cold war (fwd)

--- Jay Lake forwarded:


> In 1955, Gen. Curtis LeMay, the head of SAC, told the Joint Chiefs his
> nuclear attack plans for the first time: "The plan called for the
> instantaneous destruction of 645 military targets, 118 cities and sixty
> million people in the Soviet Union." Note that since 1957 at the
> *latest*, and contrary to public statements by Presidents of the time
> and since, the commander of SAC has had the ability to initiate a
> nuclear attack, without orders from the President.


> "[....] In 1958, the military sought and received more classified funds
> to build more nuclear reactors, to make more plutonium, to triple the
> number of warheads within a year." When Eisenhower learned of this in
> 1959, he summed up the military's position this way: "They are trying to
> get themselves in an incredible position--of having enough to destroy
> every conceivable target in the world, plus a threefold reserve."
>
> It wasn't until late November 1960 that the then head of SAC, General
> Power, showed the President it's plans for nuclear war. "The plan began
> World War III with a devastating first strike. Three thousand two
> hundred and sixty-seven nuclear warheads annihilated the Soviet Union,
> China and Eastern Europe in a single blinding blow. And the first strike
> was just that: the beginning. SAC planned to follow this apocalyptic
> spasm with thousands and thousands more bombs, everything we had on
> hand. Ten nations would be obliterated. Five hundred million people
> would die.
>
> "The plan accurately reflected General Power's thinking. ``The whole
> idea is to *kill* the bastards!" Power said in December 1960. ``At the
> end of the war, if there are two Americans and one Russian, we win!"''

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One thing I should note -- World New York is possibly my best news source for WTC-related commentary, especially for the eyewitness reports. A great site. It was great before the WTC, too -- let's hope things get back to normal pretty soon...

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Great article on practical counter-terrorism in Salon today:

Ask now of any action you mean to take -- bombing, assassination, ground war -- whether it means there will be more or fewer terrorists when the children who are now in preschool grow up to fighting age. This is not an argument against the use of violence. Violence is absolutely essential; but it has to be used so that it conveys the right political message to the people who might become terrorists when they grow up. The state has to become as good at theater as its enemies. There's a short version of this lesson: "Don't shoot the boys throwing stones."

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Jackie Chan cheats death -- again:

A late script crucially delayed plans that would have landed action icon Jackie Chan on top of the World Trade Centre during last Tuesday's terrorist assault. The Hong Kong star had been due to film a scene from MGM's action-comedy Nosebleed atop the North Tower at the moment when the terrorists hit, but due to the scriptwriters' tardiness, the shoot was cancelled at the last minute.

Via forteana.

Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2001 11:07:25 +0100
From: "Tim Chapman" (spam-protected)
To: forteana (spam-protected)
Subject: Jackie Chan cheats death (again)

http://film.guardian.co.uk/News_Story/Exclusive/0,4029,555058,00.html

Late script saved Chan from New York attack

Thursday September 20, 2001

A late script crucially delayed plans that would have landed action icon Jackie Chan on top of the World Trade Centre during last Tuesday's terrorist assault. The Hong Kong star had been due to film a scene from MGM's action-comedy Nosebleed atop the North Tower at the moment when the terrorists hit, but due to the scriptwriters' tardiness, the shoot was cancelled at the last minute. "Filming was scheduled to have taken place at 7am last Tuesday morning," Chan told the Hong Kong newspaper, Oriental Daily News. "As I had to be at the top of one of the towers I would probably have died." Chan concluded, "Well, I guess my time is not up yet." Chan was to have starred in Nosebleed as a Manhattan window cleaner who foils a terrorist scheme to blow up the Statue of Liberty. Backers MGM say it is still to early to say whether the film's content will now be altered. As for Chan, he already has two films on the go. He is shooting the Hong Kong spectacular Highbinders and preparing for his role in Steven Spielberg's Tuxedo

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Worth a read. An Aussie columnist describes what happened on a mailing list he frequents, in the wake of the WTC attack.

Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2001 21:09:20 +1000
From: Peter Darben (spam-protected)
Subject: High emotion and internet mailing lists

Peter Wear is a regular columnist in the Curious Snail, normally devoting his scribbling to some rather clever (if occasionally heavy handed) political satire. This turned up in today's paper and I think it provides some food for thought, given Bob's excellent observation of the list as group therapy, and some recent postings.

For what it's worth, when I first heard that "something" had happened in New York, my first movement was to the computer, not to the teev. I wanted to see what happened from your points of view, as I've found in the past that reading through the sequence of claim and counterclaim, news and rumour that turns up in this list always gives me a much more personal of international events as they unfold. As I read through the postings to the list, I noticed that my last posting for the night (sent at about the same time as the first jet hit the WTC) was a message or two before the first appearance of the news on the list.

----- (from The Courier Mail (Brisbane) 17.9.01)

WHEN WAR BREAKS OUT AMONG FRIENDS by Peter Wear

The catastrophic events in New York and Washington are yet to change our world, but the first tremors of the coming upheaval are already detectable

  • on the Internet.

Millions are trading e-mails, but the real eye-opener for me has been an Internet backwater, a small photography newsgroup I occasionally visit. That's right, camera nerds from all over the world who tap keyboards, chatting about Mikons and lenses and tripods - a couple of hundred virtual friends from various countries. We know each other pretty well - the experts and the poseurs, the earnest and the flip. It's all, well . . . folksy.

Not any more. Last week, like so much else, it began to fall apart. At first the messages conveyed shock and condolence. Then Luke, in New York, stood on the trip wire. "This sort of explosion and death," he wrote, "has been going on for years in the Balkans and the Middle East. Now we know what it is like. Killing begets more killing. When does it end ?"

With all-out nuclear retaliation, it seems. "The same way it did in Japan," wrote Jim, "turn every grain of sand to glass in these countries." And quickly, added Fred. "No time to play around. It's time to kill and break things. We can't let cowards intimidate us."

Leica Lust called for " a response so terrible no one will ever again risk this kind of attack. Never again. Never. Never."

"A couple of days vacation might be a good idea," scoffed Mxsmanic, a longtime provocative contributor. Relations quickly deteriorated. Our little camera group was starting to fall apart.

"You are a puerile asshole," frothed Leica Lust. "My only hope is that you are of draft age and will have the opportunity to water the tree of liberty you hide under with your own blood."

These are people who have chatted amiably about lenses and flashguns.

It didn't improve when someone called for prayers. "I'd rather be doing something constructive than bleating with the rest of the flock at church," was the first reply. This attracted droves of hardline Christians, folk who'd previously only expressed views on auto-focus. God, it was made clear, was on America's side. The cynics retaliated. "God moves in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform. And this was a real puzzler."

That seemed to inspire the first international response. "When I heard the "selected" President of the US end his speech by 'God Bless America', I felt an urgent need to vomit!" wrote Geert from Belgium. "Has anybody asked himself the question WHY these disgusting acts took place ? . . . Wasn't it the CIA who supported Muslim fanatics against the Russian army trying to keep the Taliban out of the country?"

Tony from England agreed. "Islamic countries, and some other countries too, see the US as and evil, unprincipled despotic power which tramples on smaller nations . . ."

Ralf reminded us from Germany that : "Each day as many people as were most regrettably killed in the US starve in what we outrageously call the Thirld World . . . each bloody single day. Where are the presidents and prime ministers condemning this attack on all civilised mankind?"

The lectures from Europe incensed some Americans and chastened others. "This is largely our fault," Bill wrote. "We are the cause of this," Darren agreed. "Choosing money over morals. When you have more, some will have less."

And Charo thought : "The innocent people of Afghanistan, who have already suffered temendously at the hands of this (Taliban) regime . . . should not be made to suffer doubly in our attempt to make ourselves feel better."

Bill was having none of it. "The 'innocent' people of Afghanistan have had three days to fire up the camel or whatever it is they do while waiting for another hand-out from the US. I don't care how deented the remainder are, they have to know this party will never last the weekend. Exterminate the bastards."

The last message I read came from someone suggesting a huge defiant party on the roof of the Empire State Building, "as a way of showing everyone that we won't be cowed, and we won't be scared away from what makes us unique. This is New York, for chrissakes, we're the toughest, busiest, most sleep-deprived, most trash-talking mother------- on the planet".

The demise of our little group of multinational camera geeks is unimportant, but the manner of its crumbling left me with a sense of foreboding.

-----

Personally, I've been surprised at the care with which people have treated this. I can remember some of our biggest flame wars have started from something which seems so trivial when compared to the enormity of all of this. Perhaps something has happened which we all feel so strongly about that we have, for the time being at least, abandoned our regional biases and extended the hand of understanding. Fel noticed folks out in the real world being so much more polite all of a sudden, and, for the most part carried that into our little corner of the internet.

Bob hit the nail on the head when he spoke of the importance of this group for our emotional well-being. We've all shared personal tragedies and triumphs here. We came to an agreement long ago that the subject of this group would sometimes be allowed to extend out past the boundaries of forteana (not that forteana should have any boundaries ;) Let's not try to justify our discussion of this as conspiracy fodder or rumour watch (although these are worthy goals) - sometimes we just need to talk things over, as all friends do.

That's enough typing for me - I head off to the lounge room with some trepidation about watching the first satirical news program since last Tuesday. I'm sure Backberner will handle it with aplomb

'night all

peter

"John Ryland pulled Christine Blackshaw to him. An embrace that said all,

shut out everything. Two people in love in a world of their own. A higher 
plane where huge crabs did not exist, oblivious to everything else. 
Euphoria."                         Guy N. Smith - Origin of the Crabs

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My uncle Kevin, and the other members of the Irish Northwest Passage Expedition have successfully sailed the Northwest passage, from the Atlantic to the Pacific around the north coast of Canada. Cool!

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The view from Islamabad, courtesy of Z Magazine via FoRK.

Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 17:41:21 -0700
From: "Bill Hofmann" (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: FW: ZNet Commentary / Hoodbhoy / the view from Islamabad / Sept 17

Another voice.


> -----Original Message-----
> From: (spam-protected) (spam-protected)
> Behalf Of Michael Albert
> Sent: Sunday, September 16, 2001 11:24 AM
> To: (spam-protected)
> Subject: ZNet Commentary / Hoodbhoy / the view from Islamabad / Sept 17
>
>
> Hello,
>
> During September we are mailing to ZNet's 50,000 Free Update Recipients
> our Daily Sustainer Commentary which usually goes only to our Sustainer
> Program members.
>
> If you don't want these mailings you can turn them off for the month at
> the ZNet Top Page (www.zmag.org/weluser.htm).
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> more about the program and for links you can use to join it, please
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>
> BLACK TUESDAY: THE VIEW FROM ISLAMABAD
> by Pervez Hoodbhoy
>
> Samuel Huntington's evil desire for a clash between civilizations may
> well come true after Tuesday's terror attacks. The crack that divided
> Muslims everywhere from the rest of the world is no longer a crack. It
> is a gulf, that if not bridged, will surely destroy both.
>
> For much of the world, it was the indescribable savagery of seeing
> jet-loads of innocent human beings piloted into buildings filled with
> other innocent human beings. It was the sheer horror of watching people
> jump from the 80th floor of the collapsing World Trade Centre rather
> than be consumed by the inferno inside. Yes, it is true that many
> Muslims also saw it exactly this way, and felt the searing agony no less
> sharply. The heads of states of Muslim countries, Saddam Hussein
> excepted, condemned the attacks. Leaders of Muslim communities in the
> US, Canada, Britain, Europe, and Australia have made impassioned
> denunciations and pleaded for the need to distinguish between ordinary
> Muslims and extremists.
>
> But the pretence that reality goes no further must be abandoned because
> this merely obfuscates facts and slows down the search for solutions.
> One would like to dismiss televised images showing Palestinian
> expressions of joy as unrepresentative, reflective only of the crass
> political immaturity of a handful. But this may be wishful thinking.
> Similarly, Pakistan Television, operating under strict control of the
> government, is attempting to portray a nation united in condemnation of
> the attack. Here too, the truth lies elsewhere, as I learn from students
> at my university here in Islamabad, from conversations with people in
> the streets, and from the Urdu press. A friend tells me that crowds
> gathered around public TV sets at Islamabad airport had cheered as the
> WTC came crashing down. It makes one feel sick from inside.
>
> A bizarre new world awaits us, where old rules of social and political
> behavior have broken down and new ones are yet to defined. Catapulted
> into a situation of darkness and horror by the extraordinary force of
> events, as rational human beings we must urgently formulate a response
> that is moral, and not based upon considerations of power and
> practicality. This requires beginning with a clearly defined moral
> supposition - the fundamental equality of all human beings. It also
> requires that we must proceed according to a definite sequence of steps,
> the order of which is not interchangeable.
>
>
> Before all else, Black Tuesday's mass murder must be condemned in the
> harshest possible terms without qualification or condition, without
> seeking causes or reasons that may even remotely be used to justify it,
> and without regard for the national identity of the victims or the
> perpetrators. The demented, suicidical, fury of the attackers led to
> heinous acts of indiscriminate and wholesale murder that have changed
> the world for the worse. A moral position must begin with unequivocal
> condemnation, the absence of which could eliminate even the language by
> which people can communicate.
>
> Analysis comes second, but it is just as essential. No "terrorist" gene
> is known to exist or is likely to be found. Therefore, surely the
> attackers, and their supporters, who were all presumably born normal,
> were afflicted by something that caused their metamorphosis from normal
> human beings capable of gentleness and affection into desperate,
> maddened, fiends with nothing but murder in their hearts and minds.
> What was that?
>
> Tragically, CNN and the US media have so far made little attempt to
> understand this affliction. The cost for this omission, if it is to stay
> this way, cannot be anything but terrible. What we have seen is probably
> the first of similar tragedies that may come to define the 21st century
> as the century of terror. There is much claptrap about "fighting
> terrorism" and billions are likely to be poured into surveillance,
> fortifications, and emergency plans, not to mention the ridiculous idea
> of missile defence systems. But, as a handful of suicide bombers armed
> with no more than knives and box-cutters have shown with such
> devastating effectiveness, all this means precisely nothing. Modern
> nations are far too vulnerable to be protected - a suitcase nuclear
> device could flatten not just a building or two, but all of Manhattan.
> Therefore, the simple logic of survival says that the chances of
> survival are best if one goes to the roots of terror.
>
> Only a fool can believe that the services of a suicidical terrorist can
> be purchased, or that they can be bred at will anywhere. Instead, their
> breeding grounds are in refugee camps and in other rubbish dumps of
> humanity, abandoned by civilization and left to rot. A global
> superpower, indifferent to their plight, and manifestly on the side of
> their tormentors, has bred boundless hatred for its policies. In supreme
> arrogance, indifferent to world opinion, the US openly sanctions daily
> dispossession and torture of the Palestinians by Israeli occupation
> forces. The deafening silence over the massacres in Qana, Sabra, and
> Shatila refugee camps, and the video-gamed slaughter by the Pentagon of
> 70,000 people in Iraq, has brought out the worst that humans are capable
> of. In the words of Robert Fisk, "those who claim to represent a
> crushed, humiliated population struck back with the wickedness and
> awesome cruelty of a doomed people".
>
> It is stupid and cruel to derive satisfaction from such revenge, or from
> the indisputable fact that Osama and his kind are the blowback of the
> CIAs misadventures in Afghanistan. Instead, the real question is: where
> do we, the inhabitants of this planet, go from here? What is the lesson
> to be learnt from the still smouldering ruins of the World Trade Centre?
>
> If the lesson is that America needs to assert its military might, then
> the future will be as grim as can be. Indeed, Secretary Colin Powell,
> has promised "more than a single reprisal raid". But against whom? And
> to what end? No one doubts that it is ridiculously easy for the US to
> unleash carnage. But the bodies of a few thousand dead Afghans will not
> bring peace, or reduce by one bit the chances of a still worse terrorist
> attack.
>
> This not an argument for inaction: Osama and his gang, as well as other
> such gangs, if they can be found, must be brought to justice. But
> indiscriminate slaughter can do nothing except add fuel to existing
> hatreds. Today, the US is the victim but the carpet-bombing of
> Afghanistan will cause it to squander the huge swell of sympathy in its
> favour the world over. Instead, it will create nothing but revulsion and
> promote never-ending tit-for-tat killings.
>
> Ultimately, the security of the United States lies in its re-engaging
> with the people of the world, especially with those that it has
> grieviously harmed. As a great country, possessing an admirable
> constitution that protects the life and liberty of its citizens, it must
> extend its definition of humanity to cover all peoples of the world. It
> must respect international treaties such as those on greenhouse gases
> and biological weapons, stop trying to force a new Cold War by pushing
> through NMD, pay its UN dues, and cease the aggrandizement of wealth in
> the name of globalization.
>
> But it is not only the US that needs to learn new modes of behaviour.
> There are important lessons for Muslims too, particularly those living
> in the US, Canada, and Europe. Last year I heard the arch-conservative
> head of Pakistan's Jamat-i-Islami, Qazi Husain Ahmad, begin his lecture
> before an American audience in Washington with high praise for a
> "pluralist society where I can wear the clothes I like, pray at a
> mosque, and preach my religion". Certainly, such freedoms do not exist
> for religious minorities in Pakistan, or in most Muslim countries. One
> hopes that the misplaced anger against innocent Muslims dissipates soon
> and such freedoms are not curtailed significantly. Nevertheless, there
> is a serious question as to whether this pluralism can persist forever,
> and if it does not, whose responsibility it will be.
>
> The problem is that immigrant Muslim communities have, by and large,
> chosen isolation over integration. In the long run this is a
> fundamentally unhealthy situation because it creates suspicion and
> friction, and makes living together ever so much harder. It also raises
> serious ethical questions about drawing upon the resources of what is
> perceived to be another society, for which one has hostile feelings.
> This is not an argument for doing away with one's Muslim identity. But,
> without closer interaction with the mainstream, pluralism will be
> threatened. Above all, survival of the community depends upon strongly
> emphasizing the difference between extremists and ordinary Muslims, and
> on purging from within jihadist elements committed to violence. Any
> member of the Muslim community who thinks that ordinary people in the US
> are fair game because of bad US government policies has no business
> being there.
>
> To echo George W. Bush, "let there be no mistake". But here the mistake
> will be to let the heart rule the head in the aftermath of utter horror,
> to bomb a helpless Afghan people into an even earlier period of the
> Stone Age, or to take similar actions that originate from the spine.
> Instead, in deference to a billion years of patient evolution, we need
> to hand over charge to the cerebellum. Else, survival of this particular
> species is far from guaranteed.
>
> The author is professor of physics at Quaid-e-Azam University,
> Islamabad.
>
>
>

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The Sun provides tolerant coverage of Islam? Never thought I'd see the day.

Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 12:13:27 +0100
From: "Tim Chapman" (spam-protected)
To: forteana (spam-protected)
Subject: Sun shocked into tolerance

On the press


Papers went for it and won


> >From the Sun leaders defending Islam to the Telegraph quoting Kipling the nationals made a good fist of their first drafts of history

Special report: Terrorism in the US

Peter Preston Sunday September 16, 2001 The Observer

There were, of course, all the predictable oddities, banalities, illogicalities and flat-out eccentricities. The Sun (oddly, maybe even eccentrically) cleared a double-page spread to tell its readers that: 'Islam is not an evil religion... Blaming Islam for the horrors the world witnessed on Tuesday is like blaming Christianity for the hatred between Protestants and Catholics in Belfast. The Muslims in Britain ARE British.' If that's eccentricity, give us more of it by the bucketload. The Mail, within a single leader column, railed against British 'appeasement' of Sinn Fein/IRA while instructing George Bush that 'it is surely the time for another effort at Middle East settlement'. ... full analysis of UK media coverage at http://www.observer.co.uk/business/story/0,6903,552462,00.html and of US coverage at http://www.observer.co.uk/business/story/0,6903,552463,00.html

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Oh dear -- Astrologer takes credit for predicting WTC attacks. "Aye right", as they say.

Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 12:26:36 -0700
From: Brian Chapman (spam-protected)
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Subject: Astrologers predicted it

http://www.mirror.co.uk/shtml/NEWS/P24S1.shtml

The Mirror | 14 Sept 2001

WAR ON THE WORLD: I FORESAW IT

MIRROR astrologer Steve Judd predicted a catastrophe involving America

  • and possibly Afghanistan - nearly six weeks ago.

Judd - part of our renowned Jonathan Cainer team - was close to tears yesterday as he recalled his prophecy of August 6.

The key, he wrote, was the opposition of two planets, Saturn in Gemini and Pluto in Sagittarius. Judd said this occurred every 35 years "from last night until May 2002".

He wrote: "The opposition hits the US horoscope powerfully and immense changes in American political, financial and even constitutional circles are more than possible - even probable."

Judd, who specialises in charting the fortunes of nations, warned the world to expect an "intensification, and hopefully resolution of religious conflict worldwide (Israel, N.Ireland and Afghanistan etc)...while extremism will rise in the short-term".

Judd, 46, said yesterday: "I knew as early as 1994 that something cataclysmic was going to happen. There was an intensification in America's chart from 1999 to 2002."

A similar picture was apparent just before Vietnam and when the US entered the Second World War.

Judd added: "On Tuesday, I was appalled that astrologers are not taken seriously." He believes there is worse to come in the next six or seven months, with stability to follow from the end of May next year.

http://www.dailystar.com.lb/13_09_01/art19.htm

Daily Star | 13 Sept 2001

Local astrologer predicted attacks in US

Terrorism will strike again in the heart of the United States, Lebanese astrologer Samir Tomb predicted in his yearbook for 2001. Preempting Tuesday's attacks on America in his book, which describes astral influences and Chinese, Arab and Indian astrological horoscopes, Tomb announced "a terrorist attack which will cause victims." The Lebanese astrologer also foresees a "strong shake in the world market," and a stronger euro against the dollar in the fourth quarter of 2001. AFP

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On a lighter note, I've written down my adventures through Thailand on the way over to Australia -- with pics! Check it out.

Much fun was had. Hopefully I'll be able to add some more travels to the site soon enough -- although it's doubtful I'll be doing any overland trips from Asia to Ireland, given the likely feelings towards westerners in the Middle East, soon enough...

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I've been very quiet about the attack on the World Trade Center; this is not from any unwillingness to talk about it, it's more because, for the last week, I've been doing virtually nothing else, in a range of forums, particularly on Crackmice and the TBTF Irregulars list. What can I say -- I guess I'm just not a committed blogger ;)

Anyway, I've been forwarding on lots of details on Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Osama Bin Laden's Al-Qaeda organisation, which generally makes it look like the US and its allies will have their work cut out for them. Here's a good one from The Guardian (UK):

Communications are vital. Messages are sent by word of mouth to Pakistan, and from there they are emailed. Bin Laden, testimony has shown, had no contact with any of the east African bombers except for al'Owhali, whom he met, once, 18 months before the attack. Instead the men were selected, briefed and supervised by senior aides, some from organisations affiliated with but discrete from bin Laden's. And this is the key: al-Qaeda does not act as a commander, it acts as a facilitator, a coordinator, putting together disparate elements - some in Afghanistan, some in the target country, some in other locations entirely - who together can pull off an operation.

It's going to be messy. And as a much-forwarded piece by Tamim Ansary points out,

We come now to the question of bombing Afghanistan back to the Stone Age. Trouble is, that's been done. The Soviets took care of it already. Make the Afghans suffer? They're already suffering. Level their houses? Done. Turn their schools into piles of rubble? Done. Eradicate their hospitals? Done. Destroy their infrastructure? Cut them off from medicine and health care? Too late. Someone already did all that.

There's lots more good, insightful journalism in the Guardian's special report on Afghanistan and special report on the WTC attacks. Recommended reading.

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"A man managed to escape the World Trade Centre as it was hit by a hijacked jet, only to find out that his sister and young niece were on board." Life doesn't get much more tragic than this.

Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 17:33:11 +0100
From: "Donal O'Carroll" (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Tragic twist for Irish survivor

http://www.guardian.co.uk/wtccrash/story/0,1300,550792,00.html

Tragic twist for Irish survivor

Staff and agencies Wednesday September 12, 2001

A man managed to escape the World Trade Centre yesterday as it was hit by a hijacked jet, only to find out that his sister and young niece were on board, his family revealed today.

Irishman Ronnie Clifford fled after the first plane struck the twin towers in New York yesterday, and escaped the second tower as it was hit by the United Airlines Boeing 767.

In a devastating turn of events, his sister Ruth Clifford McCourt, 45, and her four-year-old daughter Juliana were passengers on the second plane - they died as he escaped.

Meanwhile, British officials in New York believe that at least 15 Britons may be among the missing in the devastated rubble of the World Trade Centre. Consular officials are currently liasing with emergency services to try to establish identities.

Mrs McCourt, originally from the Lough, Cork, was among 56 passengers on the hijacked plane which was travelling from Boston to Los Angeles.

Mr Clifford's brother, John, today told of their deaths and his brother's escape. John, also from Cork, said he began fearing for his sister and niece after discovering that his brother was safe.

He said: "Tragically my sister hit the tower building as my brother was on the ground floor. He's safe now. He's very traumatised."

John Clifford said he became concerned when the two buildings collapsed because he knew his brother worked in one. However, he later "phoned to say he made it, he was OK, traumatised, that he was within an inch of his life".

"He went through the front door on the ground floor and a lady was about three seconds in front of him. She was hit by a terrific fireball. She subsequently died," he added.

"He said that unfortunately, while he was okay, he had a feeling that his sister - my sister - had left Logan airport to go to Los Angeles with her daughter at around 7.30 in the morning.

"So we were then concerned that she may have been on either of the two flights that crashed into the towers, and that was confirmed," he said.

A friend of Mrs McCourt, who lived in Connecticut and was flying to LA for a few days' holiday, was also killed.

Mr Clifford said his sister's husband was absolutely devastated. Juliana was their only child. Mr Clifford said she was a "beautiful" girl and described his sister as "full of life''.

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The Evil Gerald special report: "Enterprise to be "ready by Christmas, deffo" -- Chief O'Brien.

Chief O'Brien broke the news to Captain Jean-Luc Picard by informing him that the transporter engines were "totally banjaxed", but promised to begin work on them at 8am the following morning, as he was just about to "knock off" for the day.

A shocked Picard was told that the total cost would be ?5,000 "on the books", although O'Brien hinted that speedier and more competent work could be carried out for ?3,000 if the usual tax and invoicing regulations were disregarded.

He also stressed that the general state of the engines was "something shocking" and that, in his professional opinion, persons unknown had previously made "a complete bags" of repairing them. Said O'Brien: "Just take a look at what some chancer's done here to the transmodulator coils. That's all gonna have to come out of course, you know that.''

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Very scary; it's been discovered that your childhood recollections might be false memories, suggested to you from ads you watch on television.

Date: Wed, 05 Sep 2001 10:44:06 +0100
From: "Tim Chapman" (spam-protected)
To: forteana (spam-protected)
Subject: False memory advertising

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,3604,546901,00.html

No thanks for the memory ... it was only a TV advert

Tim Radford, science editor Wednesday September 5, 2001 The Guardian

Future generations of Britons will wistfully recall their wholemeal Hovis childhoods, that first Werther's Original toffee from cuddly grandpa, and those festive meals around a Bisto gravy Sunday roast - even though they might never have experienced them. Elizabeth Loftus, a psychologist at the University of Washington, told the association yesterday that commercial advertisers could be unwittingly implanting false memories in unsuspecting viewers. She and colleagues had studied a Walt Disney TV advertising campaign called "remember the magic". This used imagery that evoked family outings and what seemed to be home movies of people shaking hands with Mickey Mouse. She wondered if these ads had triggered "memories" in viewers who might never have been to Disneyland, or shaken hands with Mickey Mouse. So she tested volunteers with her own "Disneyland advert" in which someone shook hands with an impossible character - Bugs Bunny, created by Warner Bros. She found she was right: some of the volunteers who saw her film were more likely to believe that they had in fact met Bugs Bunny at Disneyland in childhood. She found that Ovaltine, Alka-Seltzer and Maxwell House had begun to dig into their vaults for nostalgic film of 40 years ago. In one study, US adults "remembered" drinking Stewart's root beer from bottles in their youth, although the bottles had only been in production for 10 years. A vice-president of marketing swore he remembered drinking from the bottle after childhood baseball games and then told her: "Memories are always better when they are embellished." Professor Loftus established five years ago that false memories could be suggested. She asked respondents to "imagine" being lost as a child, and months later they recalled as real memories the imaginative tests she had set them. "In a sense, life is a continual memory alteration experiment where memories are continually shaped by new incoming information. This brings forth ethical considerations. Is it okay for marketers knowingly to manipulate consumers' pasts? "On the one hand, the alteration will occur whether or not that was the intent of the marketer. And in most cases, the marketer is unlikely to try to 'plant' a negative memory. "On the other, there are ways in which the marketer can enhance the likelihood that consumer memories will be consistent with their advertising messages."


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When the Queen Mother dies, UK TV is going to go apeshit:

One officially recommended script achieves a tone hovering neatly between Iraqi state radio introducing Saddam Hussein and a Monty Python sketch. Over the next two hours (the presenter will say): "We'll be looking back over her long and remarkable life . . . We'll be hearing from many of the people who - although they never met her - felt that they knew her too." (As long as their views have been vetted in advance and declared safe by those responsible for the defence of the nation's airwaves.)

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Before coming over here to Australia from Ireland, I put my CV (ie. resume) up on http://jmason.org/ (I initially assumed I'd be looking for work over here -- it's since turned out that my Irish employers are happy to keep me on, even when I'm on the other side of the world.)

I've been getting loads of job offers (about 3 a week, by email and phone) from companies and recruiters in the US, since I put the CV up.

I think I've just figured out why... a search for "unix cv resume" on Google returns my CV as the first hit!

No wonder. Any half-awake recruiter who wants someone who can "do UNIX" will try a Google search. Better figure out some way of fixing it to get a lower ranking...

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Coca-Cola has been working on a new sales technique for restaurants, called H2No": a method to reduce what is known as "tap water incidence".

Each time a glass of water is requested, waiters must emphasise the wide range of beverage selections available, including soft drinks, non-carbonated beverages and alcohol. Especially, no doubt, those produced by Coca-Cola.

Date: Tue, 04 Sep 2001 13:46:20 +0000
From: "Martin Adamson" (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Month-old story from forteana-l finally hits British press

Evening Standard - 4 September

Coke's war on water

by David Rowan

You've finally plucked up courage to ask a sniffy waiter for a glass of tap water and the worst you're expecting is a passing scowl of disapproval. So you had better hope he hasn't been trained by Coca-Cola in its latest corporate mission - Just Say No To H2O.

Concerned at the vast potential profits lost by diners not paying for liquid refreshment, the world's largest soft drinks company has been working with restaurants to teach staff "beverage suggestive selling techniques".

The plan - codename H2No - involves briefing staff to "influence" customers to reduce what is known as "tap water incidence". Each time a glass of water is requested, waiters must "emphasise the wide range of beverage selections available, including soft drinks, non-carbonated beverages and alcohol". Especially, no doubt, those produced by Coca-Cola.

The strategy appears to be working: at least one restaurant chain has reported higher profits since training serving staff in the H2No programme. The result, says Coca-Cola, is sending "a powerful message to the entire restaurant industry - less water and more beverage choices mean happier customers".

Details emerged when the company's website told of the plan, highlighting profits at The Olive Garden restaurant chain. Under the headline "The Olive Garden targets tap water and wins", the website says: "Many customers choose tap water not because they enjoy it, but because it is what they always have drunk in the past."

To encourage them to spend more money, the American chain developed a competition with Coca-Cola offering company merchandise and an allexpenses-paid trip to Atlanta to staff who met monthly targets. "When the contest was completed, almost all participating restaurants realised significant increases in beverage sales and reduced levels of tap water incidence," the company claims.

The corporation researched why customers might order tap water, and suggested what might make them choose something else. For the 30 per cent who cite weight or other health considerations, the best strategy, it says, is to offer lighter or noncarbonated alternatives.

For those who ask for water "because it's there", waiters should never offer a glass unless it is specifically requested, and then not before using "suggestive selling techniques" to promote drinks with a price.

A number of websites have criticised the strategy. On plastic.com one email reads: "Jesus guys, we know you're in it for the money, you don't have to pretend you actually care." Such criticisms have prompted Coca-Cola to take down web pages relating to H2No lest people "who aren't in a sales-related business" misunderstand its purpose. (A copy has, however, been stored at this address: www.stayfreemagazine.org/public/coke.html.) The company says the campaign, launched in the US, has not been extended to the UK.

London restaurateurs told about the scheme had little sympathy for Coca-Cola's campaign. "They're wrong about it improving the dining experience," insisted David Wilby, Antony Worrall Thompson's partner at Wiz in Notting Hill. "The way to give the customer a better experience is to give them what they want - we wouldn't raise an eyebrow if someone ordered tap water."

At The Savoy, Olivier Thomas, food and beverage manager, said: "We have no problem serving tap water and wouldn't think of charging for it." Celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay also saw nothing embarrassing about asking for water. "I love tap water," he said, "in a really nice decantered jug". But he added: "It's only visiting chefs who ask for it."

Still, Coke's on to a winner whatever customers choose. It is selling tap water in pretty blue bottles under the brand name Dasani. The drink has been "enhanced with a special blend of minerals for a pure, fresh taste", but is otherwise straight from the local water supply. What tap water fans might call the real thing.

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Sex in space rears it's head again (ooer): apparently NASA have sent over a pregnancy testing kit for the {astro,cosmo}nauts on the ISS. Best quote:

In his book Living in Space, Dr Stine, who died in 1997, said that Nasa staff at the Marshall Space Flight Centre in Huntsville, Alabama, had used a buoyancy tank that simulates low-gravity conditions to test the possibilities of weightless sex. "It was possible but difficult," he said, "and was made easier when a third person assisted by holding one of the others in place."

Say no more!

Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2001 12:06:03 +0000
From: "Martin Adamson" (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Sex in space: thin blue line keeps crews in check

The Times

MONDAY SEPTEMBER 03 2001

Sex in space: thin blue line keeps crews in check

BY MARK HENDERSON, SCIENCE CORRESPONDENT

ASTRONAUTS on the International Space Station (ISS) have been supplied with DIY pregnancy tests in case the enforced intimacy of space travel prompts mixed crews to try for the 200-mile-high club. The test sticks have been included in the station’s medical pack in one of Nasa’s first admissions that its astronauts might have sex in orbit.

Although the US space agency has always taken a prudish attitude towards such activity, the kits are intended for its aftermath: female astronauts take a pregnancy test before launch and are not allowed to fly if it is positive.

Scientists know little about the effects of space travel, particularly those of weightlessness, on human embryos and any astronaut found to have become pregnant on board the ISS would almost certainly be returned to Earth at the earliest opportunity.

The station’s present crew will not need the kits: all three are male. The crew they replaced recently, however, included a female flight engineer, Susan Helms, and the next crew but one will also have a female member, Peggy Whitson.

Details of the pregnancy test and directions on how to use it have emerged from a set of leaked Nasa documents on emergency and medical procedures obtained by the website SpaceRef.com. The documents provide astronauts on board the ISS with guidance on dealing with situations ranging from a crew-mate becoming suicidal or psychotic to diarrhoea, motion sickness, nosebleeds and dentistry. Nasa would not comment on the handbook.

Keith Cowing, editor of SpaceRef.com and a former Nasa scientist, said that the tests were clearly aimed at detecting conceptions in orbit.

“Since the crew get a good physical exam before flight, and I doubt that anyone would deliberately fly while pregnant given our sparse knowledge of what might happen, one has to assume that this test is to detect a particular medical condition that developed while the individual in question was already in space,” he said.

“There is a rather short list of ways whereby this specific condition can arise. Nasa never discusses the possibility of sex in space, but it does not look like they’re worried about what an astronaut might have done with her husband the night before launch.”

It remains unclear whether or not the 200-mile-high club already has any members. There is no suggestion that any astronauts have had sex on board the ISS since its launch in 1998, but many believe that the increasing length of time spent on board — the last crew were in space for 165 days — makes it more likely that such a relationship will develop.

Harry Stine, a former Nasa technician, said that the agency had conducted experiments in the simulated weightlessness of a flotation tank, but never in space itself. In his book Living in Space, Dr Stine, who died in 1997, said that Nasa staff at the Marshall Space Flight Centre in Huntsville, Alabama, had used a buoyancy tank that simulates low-gravity conditions to test the possibilities of weightless sex. “It was possible but difficult,” he said, “and was made easier when a third person assisted by holding one of the others in place.”

Nasa has always been coy about the idea of sex involving its astronauts, but some cosmonauts have been more forthcoming. Valeri Polyakov, who spent 14 months on Mir between 1992 and 1993, said to mission control shortly before his return: “No need to say what we are longing for.”

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It seems a 3-metre-across meteor exploded over the Pacific on 23 April this year.

Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2001 15:02:23 +0100
From: "Tim Chapman" (spam-protected)
To: forteana (spam-protected)
Subject: Big bloody meteor detected

http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/sci/tech/newsid_1522000/1522932.stm

Monday, 3 September, 2001, 13:27 GMT 14:27 UK Low sounds detect meteor blast By BBC News Online science editor Dr David Whitehouse

One of the first stations of what will be a global "infrasound" listening network, has detected a meteor that exploded over the Pacific Ocean with the force of the Hiroshima nuclear blast. "Infrasound" refers to sound waves that fall below the 20 hertz lower level of human hearing. The new detectors record signals that are too faint, and vary too slowly, to be detected by humans. The global network is designed to monitor clandestine nuclear tests but scientists say it will have many scientific uses as well. It will be able to detect previously unsuspected meteor entries into the atmosphere, volcanic eruptions, and the formation of hurricanes. Hiroshima blast One of the first significant signals received by the infrasound array built by the Scripps Institute of Oceanography at the University of California, San Diego, was of a meteor that came crashing into the Earth's atmosphere on 23 April. Estimated at between 2-3 metres (8 - 10 feet) across, it exploded with a yield of a few thousand tonnes of TNT, nearly the force of the atomic weapon that was dropped on Hiroshima. "If this rock had come into the atmosphere at a slightly different time, it might have exploded not over the Pacific, but over a large metropolitan area," said Dr Michael Hedlin of the Scripps Institute. "With this global listening network we can develop much better statistics on large meteors and get a better idea of how often these massive objects enter the atmosphere." Large explosions send part of their acoustic energy into the audible range, but those signals dissipate rapidly. But they also emit large amounts of energy into the infrasonic range in signals that decay slowly across vast distances. The 23 April explosion occurred 1,800 km (1,118 miles) away from the Scripps detector. It was also detected by an infrasound array in Germany, 11,000 km (6,835 miles) away. 'Unprecedented opportunity' As well as meteors, infrasonic sound is generated by supersonic aircraft, tornadoes, earthquakes and volcanoes. According to Hedlin, scientists have already discovered that volcanic eruptions produce strong infrasonic signals, "seismic and infrasound data taken together give a much fuller account of activity inside the volcano that might be indicative of an impending, significant eruption." Scientists are also planning to build a new infrasonic array at Cape Verde in western Africa, near to a region where hurricanes develop and emit infrasonic signals. "There is a lot going on in the atmosphere that we need to know more about. The infrasound network will offer us an unprecedented opportunity to better understand these phenomena on a global scale. "We anticipate that this global network of listening posts that monitors Earth's fluid exterior shell where we live will someday become as indispensable as the global seismic network that monitors the Earth's solid interior for seismic activity.''

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Just got ADSL installed -- it's sweet. Napster rides again! Well, to tell the truth -- gnapster rides again, the proprietary stuff was never going to work for me on Linux anyway, and they've been thoroughly shafted by the RIAA now.

Anyway, as a result, I've been getting very heavily into the Congo Natty back catalogue. Junglist! ;)

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Sweet! If you're into your old ragga jungle, Congo Natty is the label Rebel MC set up -- it's got some incredible tunes. I've been looking for copies for a while, and finally, I found this discography. Beautiful...

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Two worlds collide -- Barry Morris, CEO of Iona (my employers for 7 years), playing live on stage with Spinal Tap. NOOOOOO!! ;)

On a less disturbing note, I'm off to Thailand for 3 weeks, so updates will be even more sporadic than previously...

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A two-headed crocodile has been born at Samut Prakarn Crocodile Farm on the outskirts of Bangkok. I'll be going to Thailand in a week so I can verify if this is just a case of the magic of superglue. ;)

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Alan Turing is finally being honoured for his work, with a statue in Manchester. There's an interesting follow-up mail from Mike O'Dell there, too: "the notes go on at length about the need for subroutines, subroutine libraries for common functions, and he even invented debugging and the concept of a debugger program. he also described what we today called a relocating assembler and linker - inventing the whole notion of "relocation" as an "obvious" aside."

ALAN TURING, the national hero who broke the Nazi's enigma code and is credited with turning the tide of the World War Two, is to be honoured with a life-size statute.

The bronze monument, which will be unveiled today, comes almost 50 years after the brilliant scientist was driven to suicide by persecution over his homosexuality. Five years after its inception, the pounds 20,000 sculpture of Turing sitting on a bench holding an apple will be displayed in Manchester's Sackville Park in the city centre.

The mathematical genius became a national hero after his involvement in World War Two, he also helped invent the inaugural computer, at Manchester University, but was persecuted and prosecuted for his homosexuality. He committed suicide in 1954 by eating a poisoned apple.

Many believe Turing has never been recognised properly for his outstanding contribution to science. But Glyn Hughes, the statue's creator, is confident that Turing has finally earned his rightful place in the history books. Hughes, from Adlington near Chorley, said: "It's stunningly realistic. I'm sure it will go a dirty black over time, but it looks wonderful today."

GRAPHIC: Glyn Hughes' sculpture of the wartime hero, Alan Turing, will
be unveiled in Manchester today Paul Burrows

Via: David Farber (spam-protected)
Subject: Re: IP: Statue of a computer scientist
Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 22:01:00 -0400
From: "Mike O'Dell" (spam-protected)

many years ago, the Journal of the British Computer Society published a collection of Turing's papers and notes along with some history-of-science analysis.

what was truly stunning was that Turning not only invented the general purpose computer as we now understand it, but he also invented *programming* and even *software engineering* as we now understand it. the notes go on at length about the need for subroutines, subroutine libraries for common functions, and he even invented debugging and the concept of a debugger program. he also described what we today called a relocating assembler and linker - inventing the whole notion of "relocation" as an "obvious" aside.

he had the design for a complete computer almost done, and he was fighting for resources to build it, but caught up in his other problems it fell to others to build what was probably a lesser machine.

I hope all the BCS stuff got collected and republished somewhere, and if someone knows where I'd love to know as I haven't been able to find it.

Reading those notes makes it abundantly clear that there's very little in modern computing that Alan Turing didn't invent or at least fortell.

His loss was an incalculable tragedy.

-mo

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The hazards of sweary parrots. "Everything was going OK until the word 'arse' was blurted out from the cupboard." Isn't that always the way?

Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 09:02:07 -0700
From: (spam-protected) (glen mccready)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Polly want a court-marshal?

Forwarded-by: William Knowles (spam-protected)

http://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/0,,2-2001211806,00.html http://www.telegraph.co.uk/et?ac=004782403739693&pg=/et/01/6/22/nparo22.html

BY ALAN HAMILTON FRIDAY JUNE 22 2001

ADMIRAL Sir Alan West, Commander-in-Chief Fleet, was addressing fellow officers in the wardroom of the frigate HMS Lancaster during a tour of the Gulf when a high-pitched voice from a side room cupboard shouted "Arse".

Mildly perturbed but with steely resolve, the admiral continued with his briefing. "Bollocks", said the voice.

Further choice epithets not unfamiliar below decks followed without regard for the fact that serious top brass could hear them. "Slag", said the voice.

It could have been worse. Sunny, the 18-month-old African grey parrot who is employed as the Lancasters mascot and who usually lives in a cage in the wardroom, has an extensive repertoire.

She can quote the words of Sir Michael Caine, "Zulus, thousands of 'em", whistle the theme tune from Steve McQueens The Great Escape, and remark in the manner of a macho Australian, "Show us your growler".

The Lancasters officers had thought Sunny should stay out of sight during the admirals visit, but the voice refused to be silenced. "F off", it said.

One of the Lancasters ratings said: Everything was going OK until the word 'arse' was blurted out from the cupboard. The Commander-in-Chief looked a little stunned at first, but fortunately he just carried on as normal. God knows what he was thinking.

The crew had taught Sunny her bad habits, another rating said: Now she shouts 'arse' and 'bollocks' every other minute.

In future, if senior officers come aboard, Sunny will be banished from the wardroom, as she can no longer be trusted to observe naval discipline.

When she returns to Portsmouth next month at the end of the type 23 frigates six-month tour, she needs to mind her As and Bs or she might find herself an ex-parrot.

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A message from David Prior quotes the FCC's Michael Powell, stating that "the amount of money BT spent on a 3G licence, plus that which will be spent on development and roll-out, could have funded (fibre-to-the-home) deployment to 95%+ of households in the UK." Sickening.

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Toby Young on being interviewed by Joan Bakewell about porn. "It was like being interviewed about pornography by my Mum". Pretty funny, in an excruciating way.

Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 15:47:22 -0000
From: "Martin Adamson" (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Not fortean, but pretty funny

From The Spectator, 23 June 2001

Mum's the word

Toby Young

Gore Vidal said there are two things in life you should never turn down: the opportunity to have sex and the chance to appear on
television. Consequently, when a researcher from the Beeb called and asked whether I'd like to be interviewed by Joan Bakewell for her forthcoming series, I immediately said yes. Apart from everything else, it would give me a chance to meet the thinking man's crumpet in the flesh. It was only later, when I had time for reflection, that I thought this might have been a bit rash. You see, the subject she wanted to talk to me about was pornography.

I wrote about my interest in porn for The Spectator not long ago but Boris thought the article was 'a bit racy' for Speccie readers. It was about the trauma of having to part with my collection of X-rated videos when I moved back to London from New York last year. To be fair to Boris, he told me later that he thought he'd made the wrong decision but by that time it was too late -- I'd already flogged the piece to GQ. (If anyone would like to see it, you can contact me at (spam-protected) and I'll email you a copy.) Anyway, this article was read by one of Joan Bakewell's minions and that's why I got the call.

I realised I'd made a terrible mistake when the researcher rang back and asked if I'd be prepared to play Joan Bakewell one of my 'favourite tapes' on camera. Certainly not, I told him. In any case, I'd left all my tapes in New York. Nevertheless, any hopes I had of passing myself as a disinterested journalist were dashed. Clearly, I was being interviewed in my capacity as a 'user', not an impartial observer. I suddenly got paranoid about how they were going to bill me when my bald head first appeared on screen. 'Toby Young, pornography addict'? 'Toby Young, compulsive masturbator'? 'Toby "Wanker" Young'? Unfortunately, it was too late to back out now.

'So, Toby,' Bakewell began, when the cameras started rolling, 'when did you first develop your lifelong passion for pornography?'

I was stymied. My plan had been to appear as smooth and debonair as possible in the hope of seeming completely unembarrassed. It was being filmed at my bedsit in Shepherd's Bush and I had a copy of Philip Larkin's letters at my feet, ready to flick to his dispatch to Robert Conquest in which he talks about his visit to a Soho sex shop. 'You see, Joan. Plenty of respectable people like porn.' However, I immediately flushed crimson.

'Er, well, er, I'm not sure, er . . . .'

'I have to say, Toby, I just can't see the point of it,' Bakewell continued. 'To me, it's just like watching little bits of gristle. Why d'you find it so . . . compelling?'

As I struggled to answer this, I could see the cameraman darting about in front of me, getting the close-ups he'd been instructed to get by the director: quivering lower lip, shaking hands, rapidly blinking eyes. This was turning into a nightmare.

'C-c-c-could I please have a glass of water?' I stammered. 'My mouth's suddenly gone dry.'

The whole experience was like being interviewed about pornography by my Mum. Indeed, Joan Bakewell was actually a contemporary of my mother's at Cambridge. It wasn't her intention to embarrass me -- she seemed genuinely puzzled by what an obviously intelligent chap like me saw in this filth -- but I felt exactly like I did when my Mum discovered a pile of Playboys under my bed when I was aged 14.

The low point came during a discussion about who pornography is for.

Joan: 'I gather from talking to pornographers that these films are
very popular with modern couples. Apparently, after they've put the kids to bed, they open a bottle of Chardonnay, sit down on the sofa and watch one of these tapes together.'

Me: 'That's all bullshit, Joan. The fact is, the main market for porn
is sad, lonely, loveless men, men who can't get women.'

Joan: 'Is that you, Toby?'

Me (Spluttering): 'Er, no, no, of course not. I mean, not any more. I'm about to get married. My interest in pornography was just a phase.'

Joan: 'A phase? Come on.'

At this point, the cameraman swivelled round to get a close-up of my television and the videotapes scattered in front of it on the floor, before swinging back to get a shot of me sitting on my sofa looking shifty.

Me: 'No, really.' (Pause.) 'A 20-year phase.'

After this ordeal, I can say with some confidence that there is an exception to Gore Vidal's rule. Have as much sex as you like and appear on television as often as you can, but for God's sake don't agree to talk about anything of a sexual nature on television, particularly with someone who reminds you of your Mum. Sorry, Joan. But it's difficult to appear like a thinking man when you're talking about crumpet.

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One for Tom -- "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Libertarian". FoRKposted by Bill Humphries.

I Am the Very Model of a Modern Libertarian

by Kim Plofker

[With apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan, and also to one Lollius. Note: In order to avoid the infringement of individual rights by imposing totalitarian ideals of harmony, the soloist and choristers may sing each in his or her own tempo, tune, and key.]

I am the very model of a modern Libertarian:
I teem with glowing notions for proposals millenarian,
I've nothing but contempt for ideologies collectivist
(My own ideas of social good tend more toward the Objectivist).
You see, I've just discovered, by my intellectual bravery,
That civic obligations are all tantamount to slavery;
And thus that ancient pastime, viz., complaining of taxation,
Assumes the glorious aspect of a war for liberation!


You really must admit it's a delightful revelation:
To bitch about your taxes is to fight for liberation!

I bolster up my claims with lucubrations rather risible
About the Founding Fathers and the market's hand invisible;
In fact, my slight acquaintance with the fountainhead Pierian
Makes me the very model of a modern Libertarian!


His very slight acquaintance with the fountainhead Pierian
Makes him the very model of a modern Libertarian!

All "public wealth" is robbery, we never will accede to it;
You have no rights in anything if you can't show your deed to it.
(But don't fear repossession by our Amerind minority:
Those treaties aren't valid -- Uncle Sam had no authority!)
We realize whales and wolves and moose find wilderness quite vital,
And we'll give back their habitats -- if they can prove their title.
But people like unspoiled lands (we too will say "hooray" for them),
So we have faith that someone else will freely choose to pay for them.


Yes, when the parks are auctioned it will be a lucky day for them --
We're confident that someone else will freely choose to pay for them!

We'll guard the health of nature by self-interest most astute:
Since pollution is destructive, no one ever will pollute.
Thus factories will safeguard our communities riparian --
I am the very model of a modern Libertarian!


Yes, factories will safeguard our communities riparian,
He is the very model of a modern Libertarian!

In short, when I can tell why individual consumers
Know best who should approve their drugs and who should treat their
tumors;
Why civilized existence in its intricate confusion
Will be simple and straightforward, absent government intrusion;
Why markets cannot err within the system I've described,
Why poor folk won't be bullied and why rich folk won't be bribed,
And why all vast inequities of power and position
Will vanish when I wave my wand and utter "COMPETITION!" --



He's so much more exciting than a common politician,
Inequities will vanish when he hollers "Competition!"

-- And why my lofty rhetoric and arguments meticulous
Inspire shouts of laughter and the hearty cry, "Ridiculous!",
And why my social theories all seem so pre-Sumerian --
I'll be the very model of a modern Libertarian!



His novel social theories all seem so pre-Sumerian --
He is the very model of a modern Libertarian!

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Some interesting recollections about high-power radio transmissions causing toasters to sing and the like.

Date: Sat, 09 Jun 2001 09:21:51 -0000
From: (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Singing Toasters - Just for Starters!

Back in the middle 1930s, Cincinnati's clear channel radio station WLW broadcast at hi-power - 500,000 watts, ten times today's standard - and measured its DAYTIME audience to include Hawaii and Scotland. (Mrs. Simpson, the future Duchess of Windsor, listened for a little touch of home and sent fan mail.)

People who then lived around WLW's Mason, Ohio, transmitter received WLW programs over electric toasters, light bulbs, vacuum sweepers, electric AND gas stoves, clocks, COAL (!) furnaces, water and gas pipes and right up out of kitchen and bathroom drains! (Shades of Stephen King's IT!) One woman - personally known to me three decades later - listened to WLW out of the kitchen drain all day, but the signals always stopped just before her husband came home from work. He merely assumed that his young wife was going nuts, but the real explanation was that WLW changed its directional antenna array at night.

During World War Two the transmitter was retuned to shortwave and became known as WLWO (WLW Overseas), broadcasting programs especially to Nazi-occupied Europe. After the War it became the anchor transmitter for Voice of America broadcasts to the Iron Curtain countries.

George Wagner (spam-protected) (spam-protected)

--- In (spam-protected) (spam-protected) wrote:

A year or more ago during a discussion of odd EMF effects, etc , I mention that as a teen I remembered that one Summer my family rented an isolated camp. That camp had an old style toaster in it and on quiet nights you could clearly hear a local radio station from the toaster.How ??? beats me ! Resonating wires sounds good but I think it's an oversimplification.

Puca

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Incredible -- Colombia Pictures fabricated a fake film critic, to provide ad-copy-on-demand.

Date: Mon, 04 Jun 2001 14:24:40 +0100
From: "Tim Chapman" (spam-protected)
To: forteana (spam-protected)
Subject: Fake film critic

http://film.guardian.co.uk/News_Story/Exclusive/0,4029,501215,00.html

Columbia critic exposed as a fake

Sara Gaines Monday June 4, 2001

A critic who has given ringing endorsements to a string of Colombia Pictures films has been exposed as a fake. Newsweek magazine discovered the gushing "critic" David Manning was created by the studio's advertising department to boost campaigns for a host of new releases. The fake critic's relentlessly positive quotes were included in advertising spiel for at least four films and the studio has apparently been happily churning out rave reviews in his name since last July. The glowing quotes attributed to Manning included tributes for A Knight's Tale in which Australian actor Heath Ledger was praised as "this year's hottest new star!" and for the Rob Schneider comedy The Animal which was hailed as "another winner!" Other endorsements were used in advertising copy for Hollow Man and Vertical Limit. Susan Tick, a spokeswoman for Columbia's parent company, Sony Pictures Entertainment, admitted to Newsweek the reviews were "an incredibly foolish decision." The company has now withdrawn adverts which contain the fabricated quotes although some newspapers had already carried them over the weekend. In the adverts Manning is named as film critic for The Ridgefield Press, a family-owned weekly in a small Connecticut town.


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Signature FoRK Debate Moves -- a list of cut-out-and-keep debating tactics for mailing lists, featuring such tried-and-trusted feints and lunges as the Old Post Resurrection Embarrassment, The Link Slam (my favourite), and the truly beautiful to behold Tom Whore.

Date: Sat, 02 Jun 2001 04:06:49 -0500
From: Jeff Bone (spam-protected)
To: (spam-protected)
Subject: Signature FoRK Debate Moves

(In memory of CobraBoy... Humor Ark Ark?)

So much as I hate to say it, FoRK is pretty analogous to the WWF in many ways. As such, it too has its signature moves. In deconstructing the recent rambles and pondering the Debate-O-Matic ideas that have been tossed about, it occurred to me that it might be worthwhile to document some of those signature moves. Here's a rough cut. (Before anybody starts yelling, let me acknowledge that I indulge in almost all if not every one of these myself on a regular basis. This isn't (hypo)criticism, it's reflection.)

The Character Assassination

The Character Assassination is a classic maneuver with a fairly self-explanatory name. Rather than attacking the point of argument itself, the attacker seeks to undermine the defendant his/herself. This is done in a variety of ways, yielding variations that are each themselves worthy of study. The general character assassination attack can take two modes: direct and indirect. In the direct attack, the attacker draws directly from the surrounding debate context in order to build material --- relevant or not --- which is positioned to undermine the defendant's credibility, and therefore weaken their position. In the indirect attack, the attacker uses context outside of the debate itself to executive the move.

The Stereotype Assassination

The Stereotype Assassination is a variation on the Character Assassination. In it, the attacker seeks to draw parallels --- real or otherwise --- between the defendant's position and a tendency to unthinkingly buy into stereotypes. Because we all "know" that stereotypes are over generalizations, narrow-minded, and generally "wrong" the attacker is able to undermine the defendant's credibility and therefore their position without addressing specific issues at all. The stereotype maneuver is ironic in nature; the attacker is usually utilizing unfounded generalization from the defendant's actual argument in order to paint the defendant as engaging in stereotyped thinking.

The Category Assassination

The Category Assassination is in many respects the ironic complement of the Stereotype Assassination. In this move, the attacker builds the perception in the audience's mind that the defendant belongs to some particular category, and then makes the assertion that the category in question has some particular stereotyped mindset / behavior / what have you; by having such behavior, the attacker asserts, the defendant cannot possibly have a position of merit -wrt- the current debate.

The Context Stomp

The Context Stomp is a cheap but effective maneuver. In it, the attacker intentionally misrepresents something the defendant asserted, taking a particular point out of context and flaying the hell out of it. Doing so may or may not detract from the defendant's position, but it certainly distracts. The defendant is put on the defensive, and must clean up the situation before proceeding to prosecute his or her point.

The Level Lunge

The Level Lunge is another distraction maneuver. The attacker seeks to gain points by plummeting down the metalevel ladder; first, the meta-argument is attacked, and then the meta-meta-argument, and so on. This is a good maneuver to engage when the attacker is on the outs, losing the fight, as it can force a stalemate. (A successful Level Lunge resulting in a stalemate is referred to a Stack Overflow Termination.)

The Slight-Of-Hand Strawman

In the Slight-Of-Hand Strawman, the attacker directly engages the defendant's arguments, but during the process subtly shifts the point. After doing this long enough, the attacker has constructed a weak strawman which is quickly knocked down for the kill. The SOHS is widely regarded as a cheap maneuver not worthy of FoRK. In past lives though not on FoRK, Gojomo has been known to be a skillful master of this maneuver.

The Zecious Zero

In the Zecious Zero, the attacker tediously constructs an apparently logical framework, states that it is formally correct and any disagreement must therefore be merely a definitional / semantic matter, and vigorously defends the formal framework. It should be noted that in most cases the framework constructed is "zecious" in the extreme; while having the appearance of a very detailed formal framework, it is usually internally inconsistent. Only the complexity of the framework hides the inconsistency. (Kudos to Gordon Mohr for coining the term "zecious.")

The Extrapolation Explosion

The Extrapolation Explosion is a combo Context Stomp / SOHS special. In it, the attacker puts together multiple iterative context stomps and SOHSes in one post, extrapolating from the current debate, until the defendant's argument is so grossly distorted that it cannot maintain its integrity. This move is extremely hard to defend against; in this regard, it resembles the Level Lunge in that attempting to counter usually results in Stack Overflow Termination.

The Insinuendo

The Insinuendo is not an attack per se, rather a feint. It is a mild and subtle CA move which is not intended to score but rather to disorient the defendant and plant the seeds of doubt in the minds of the audience. When executed correctly, it can be very effective; however, FoRK isn't a particularly subtle place, so we don't even see this one attempted very often.

The Jane-You-Ignorant-Slut

The JYIS is an Insinuendo without the subtlety. It is almost entirely ineffective in either disorienting the defendant or in seeding doubt among the audience, but it does have one beneficial effect. When executed well, it demonstrates the attacker's superb sense of humor and comedic timing, and therefore scores points *for* the attacker without actually taking them away from the defendant. FoRK tends to see JYIS at the tail end of threads collapsing into rhetorical holes, which is unfortunate; it's a beautiful maneuver, but worthless in such a situation.

The Mortar Lob

The Mortar Lob is the Hail Mary of our moves. It involves drastically changing the topic mid-thread, making an extreme shift towards some position entirely unrelated, and firing away. It is usually a last ditch effort employed as a defensive conversion maneuver when one is on the way out. The Mortar Lob almost never works, but if you don't try it, you're a pussy.

The Loaded Word Gambit

In this move, the attacker loads the argument up with words which carry significant emotional baggage and implication. By appealing to the knee-jerk interpretations of these words, the attacker seeks to gain the advantage. The Loaded Word Gambit is almost never effective, and often results in the Semantic-Spiral-Of-Death.

The Semantic Death Spiral

This maneuver is often used in either of two contexts. It is often engaged when both positions are rhetorically strong, or when the rhetorical frameworks employed cannot be meshed at all. It's an endless recursion of definitional arguments, with each combatant seeking to co-opt the other's argument by defining away any disagreement. The Faith Thread is a good recent example of a tag team SDS bout.

The Curse and Recurse

The Curse and Recurse is a disorienting attack in which the attacker gets all wiggy to throw the defendant off, pops the stack, then circles back around to resume the same attack sequence that didn't work the first time around. This can go on forever unless it falls into some terminal sequence.

The Old Post Resurrection Embarrassment

In this attack, the attacker diligently --- perhaps through a significant act of e-mail archaeology --- seeks to undermine the opponent's position. This attack can take a variety of forms. It is often used to illustrate some (potentially irrelevant) inconsistency between the defendant's current position and some position adopted in a previous bout. It can also be used, as by Greg Bolcer recently, to illustrate the fundamental incorrectness of the defendant's position by referring to a previous post made by somebody else. When deployed as the latter, this move is also known as The FoRK Historical Stupidity Attack. There is no effective defense against the Old Post Resurrection Nightmare, though the defendant may sometimes attempt the Teflon Don in retaliation.

The Drunken Master

The Drunken Master is a move intended to completely imbalance the attacker. It is often employed after a brief hiatus during which the attacker engages in some late night substance abuse; the attacker then blathers at top volume until the defendant is totally unbalanced, at which point the attacker attempts to close in for the kill. (And usually falls on his/her face in the process.) The Drunken Master always feels good at the time, but is usually regretted the next day.

The Pedantic Nightmare

The Pedantic Nightmare is the complement of the Semantic Death Spiral. In it, the argument is focused on its formal structure, without regard to semantics. The attacker seeks to use endlessly tedious formal reasoning in order to illustrate the inconsistency of the defendant. It is usually ineffective both through the attacker's failure to prosecute it properly and the defendant's unwillingness to let it happen.

The Dennis Miller

Also known as The Reference Roundhouse. In this move, the attacker attempts to co-opt credibility by dazzling the defendant and the audience with a barrage of not particularly relevant references, preferably obscure, usually nonauthoritative. The theory is that if the attacker has such a vast array of trivial knowledge at their disposal, surely they are therefore correct in their assertions. (I know, it doesn't make sense, but that doesn't stop us from trying it from time to time.) The Dennis Miller is often coupled with the Teflon Don when things go awry, which is pretty funny when you think about it. The Dennis Miller can be effective in the right context, and is almost always fun to watch.

The Vocab Blitz

The Vocab Blitz is another credibility co-opt maneuver intended to add punch to a particular attack. The Vocab Blitz involves maximizing the syllabic length of any and every possible word in a particular parry in order to demonstrate the attacker's intelligence. Clearly, such a genius much be infallible. (Or so the thinking goes.) The Vocab Blitz is cheap and meaningless.

The Link Slam

The Link Slam is an attempt to shore up an attack by over reference. The theory is that clearly the attacker has researched the issue much more thoroughly than the defendant. Whether this is believed or not, this can be effective; it often sends the defendant on a fact chase, therefore distracting them enough for the attacker to make a finishing move.

The Psuedofact Slam

The Psuedofact Slam is like the Link Slam, but without the links. In this move, the attacker shores up their position with a seemingly limitless array of very specific sounding and potentially believable supporting "facts." These "facts" need not and often do not have any factual basis whatsoever; the attacker need not even do a Google beforehand, as no attribution or support is provided. Only a diligent defender can effectively parry a Psuedofact Slam.

The SYGIGH

Also known as The Cartman, the Screw-You-Guys-Im-Going-Home is a defensive measure of last resort, effectively ending the bout without a victory condition. Pretty clear from its name what it consists of, the SYGIGH was most recently effectively employed by our own Strata in a debate with Yours Truly. The SYGIGH almost always results in a rematch, once the party who employs it decides a rematch is needed.

The False-Falling-On-Ones-Sword

This maneuver consists of the attacker feigning a conciliatory or self deprecating position, in an attempt to draw the attacker in and put them off guard. It is usually immediately followed up by some combo of the Slams, or even --- particularly effectively --- an Old Post Resurrection Embarrassment.

The Overpost Armageddon

The Overpost Armageddon is a massive blitz of sequential follow-up e-mails, each of which typically tears a single previous post apart line by line, employing various attacks. The goal of the Overpost Armageddon is to completely overwhelm the defendant, making it literally impossible for them to counter each attack. The author is periodically the reigning master of this particular maneuver, though in his case this is believed to be the result of some neuropsychological disorder such as TLE- or OCD-induced hypergraphia. The problem with this maneuver is that it usually leaves everyone involved --- including the attacker --- exhausted for days.

The Teflon Don

This is a particularly obnoxious defensive maneuver in which one eliminates all possibility of further damage simply by claiming that the positions taken, rhetorical style employed, formal structure, definitional correctness, or behavior in any way represent one's own character, beliefs, etc. The Teflon Don is a terminal move, which cannot be countered, though it should be recognized for what it is: the king of all cop-outs.

The Consistency Spasm

The Consistency Spasm is a disorienting attack in which the attacker alternates between two obviously inconsistent positions in order to find maximum advantage from which to press further attacks. It's not a pretty sight. Only the most steadfast defendant will hang in there instead of simply leaving the ring in disgust.

The Circular Thrash

The Circular Thrash employs single level circular "logic" in order to support the attacker's position. It's impossible to counter if undetected, but is a risky proposition: upon discovering a Circular Thrash, the defendant needs to merely cry out "Shenanigans!" in order to call the match and declare victory. If this is done, the attacker who attempted the Circular Thrash is usually surprised to find themselves standing alone in the center of the ring, calling out "Hey! I wasn't done yet!"

The Running-To-The-Edges

The Running-To-The-Edges is a particularly sophisticated attack derived from both the Extrapolation Explosion and the Level Lunge. In it, the attacker immediately level jumps not with respect to the meta-argument level but rather to the maturity-of-argument level. In doing so, the attacker takes the defendant's nascent and ill-defined condition and fires a barrage of edge cases at it which appear to contradict it. The conceit is that this invalidates the defendant's admittedly general argument, by implying that the edge cases cannot be reconciled with the defendant's position. Russell recently introduced this maneuver to FoRK, where it has enjoyed immediate popularity.

The TrapperKeeper

Named for the South Park terminator spoof episode, The TrapperKeeper is the most beautiful, elegant, and sought after of moves. In it, the attacker baits the defendant with arguments or assertions that the defendant should conditionally agree with. If the bait is successful, if the defendant "touches" the attacker's TrapperKeeper, sharp spikes shoot out to impale the defendant. Unfortunately, the TrapperKeeper has to this author's knowledge never been effectively executed on FoRK.

The Tom Whore

The only eponymous move in our repertoire, The Tom Whore is a joy to behold when executed properly. In it, the attacker becomes simultaneously so artfully obscure / obtuse that no retaliation is possible. The immediate effect is that the defendant is left looking rather dazed while picking the Speedo wedgie out of their ass crack.

Whew. Anyone have any additions or edits?

Your faithful servant,

Lucifr

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