Healing Butt-Hurt: Theory and Practice

FROM AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
Today Mrs. Other McCain got the news that we had been turned down on a rental application for what we had hoped would be our new home, which is rather a bitter pill, considering that we now have less than five days to find a new home. Selah.

It has been five weeks today since I published “Never Doubt That God Answers Prayer,” my first post from an Undisclosed Location, and I’ve been Whereabouts Unknown since then. Also, today is the one month anniversary of “Everybody Blog About Brett Kimberlin Day,” when this story occupied the top eight threads on Memeorandum.

No guts, no glory, eh?

When you decide to go “all in,” you play the hand you’re dealt. I’m grateful for everyone who has hit the tip jar to assist in this unexpected emergency relocation, and tip-jar hitters will please accept my apologies for failing to send thank-you e-mails. I figured you were contributing to keep me reporting on “The Kimberlin Files,” and so I have kept reporting, rather than taking time to thank each of you individually.

Sunday, unfortunately, I wasted several hours composing a reply to an “Open Letter” posted by Seth Allen. About 2,000 words into my reply, I figured it was a waste of time, abandoned the draft and moved on. But this afternoon, during a phone call with a source, I was grumbling about the storm of infighting and recriminations among bloggers over the Kimberlin saga, an unfortunate development that has been a distraction and an emotional drain for the past several weeks. I’ve written nearly nothing about it, simply because it was fundamentally irrelevant to the important story I’ve been trying to cover.

Not to whine, you understand.

Mandy Nagy, Patrick “Patterico” Frey and others have been coping with these problems far longer than I have. Since October 2010, there has been a nearly incessant (but unseen) wrangling over the Kimberlin story, engendering much bitterness, weariness and demoralization. When I jumped onto this story May 17, I had no inkling of the background, and found myself inexorably drawn into a bunch of tedious personal drama that other people have facing for months.

Here I was, thinking we were trying to cover an important news story. Instead, I’d wandered into the International Championship of Butt-Hurt.

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Chicken Isn’t Sufficiently Plucked Already (CISPA)

by Smitty

Slashdot links RT, saying that after all the SOPA/PIPA kerfuffle, the Really Smart Folks in Congress have another variation on the theme:

H.R. 3523, a piece of legislation dubbed the Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act (or CISPA for short), has been created under the guise of being a necessary implement in America’s war against cyberattacks. But the vague verbiage contained within the pages of the paper could allow Congress to circumvent existing exemptions to online privacy laws and essentially monitor, censor and stop any online communication that it considers disruptive to the government or private parties. Critics have already come after CISPA for the capabilities that it will give to seemingly any federal entity that claims it is threatened by online interactions, but unlike the Stop Online Privacy Act and the Protect IP Acts that were discarded on the Capitol Building floor after incredibly successful online campaigns to crush them, widespread recognition of what the latest would-be law will do has yet to surface to the same degree.

According to Open Congress, this bill is sponsored by Michael Rogers, R-MI, and has 106 co-sponsors.

For a quick glance at the bill’s summary, it doesn’t seem especially evil.

And yet, informed geeks like the Electronic Frontier Foundation are less than excited (emphasis original):

would let companies spy on users and share private information with the federal government and other companies with near-total immunity from civil and criminal liability. It effectively creates a “cybersecurity” exemption to all existing laws.
There are almost no restrictions on what can be collected and how it can be used, provided a company can claim it was motivated by “cybersecurity purposes.” That means a company like Google, Facebook, Twitter, or AT&T could intercept your emails and text messages, send copies to one another and to the government, and modify those communications or prevent them from reaching their destination if it fits into their plan to stop cybersecurity threats.
Worst of all, the stated definition of “cybersecurity” is so broad, it leaves the door open to censor any speech that a company believes would “degrade the network.” The bill specifically mentions that cybersecurity can include protecting against the “theft or misappropriation of private or government information” including “intellectual property.” Such sweeping language would give companies and the government new powers to monitor and censor communications for copyright infringement. It could also be a powerful weapon to use against whistleblower websites like WikiLeaks.

Fortunately, there is no way this legislation could ever go pear-shaped, and lead to some Orwellian hell online. I mean, look at the fantastic job those guys are doing balancing the budget and making sure we don’t drown in debt? What could possibly go wrong?

Nostalgia Is Not a Business Strategy

The introduction:

John R. MacArthur is publisher of Harper’s Magazine and a monthly contributor to The Providence Journal, among other publications. This essay is one of this year’s Delacorte Lectures at the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism.

Oh, boy. You know this one’s gonna be a hoot:

Long before I took myself off Facebook, I doubted the so-called revolutionary potential of the Internet. In part my viewpoint was formed early on by the annoying smugness of the pre-crash dot.com “entrepreneurs,” who always seemed to be murmuring initial public offering nonsense at a table next to mine in tony restaurants.
I recall one such occasion in the year 2000 when Lewis Lapham, then editor of Harper’s Magazine, and I were dining in indirectly lit luxury, somewhere near San Francisco on our promotion tour to celebrate the magazine’s 150th anniversary. . . .

The phrase “dining in indirectly lit luxury” in combination with “Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism” might suggest that Mr. MacArthur is a snob who enjoys the finer things in life, and if you suspect that he’s basically whining about how New Media makes it hard for snobs to make money, you’re right.

There is no doubt that the Internet has lowered, and will likely continue lowering, the money-to-work ratio for most journalists. However, new technology offers real and exciting opportunities, which are kind of hard to see if you spend all your time grumbling about new technology. Mr. MacArthur seems to think all commercial online content should be behind paywalls, and after telling some interesting Back in the Good Old Days stories about working on the copy desk in Chicago, concludes:

I have examples of successful alternatives to the Internet publishing model, but I don’t have a solution to the crisis. I can only make some suggestions. Such as don’t write for free. This is becoming nearly impossible, but you should really think about it.
Put up paywalls on blogs, if you must blog, for pennies if that’s all the market will bear. But at least hold fast to the principle that writing is work, that writing has value, and that writers should be paid.

Mr. MacArthur, if you wish to pay for what I write, nobody’s stopping you: Hit the freaking tip jar, and forgive me for laughing at the Twitter summary provided by Matthias Shapiro:

5,000 word essay summarized: “Get off my f***ing lawn, internet” http://bit.ly/x6sPd0

That’s gonna leave a mark.

Software Enhanced Politics: Perl Flip-Flop

by Smitty

Coding is actually fun, not that I have time to do much anymore, because you can work on small problems and actually solve them. In politics, you talk about solving problems as though a closed-form solution was somehow obtainable. In the blog world, you can compare this site to a retail shopping trip to a department store. Your web browser is the sales associate, busily getting the shoes in hopes of a fit. The database is the store-room, with all the merchandise arranged to cram in the most stock, while still retaining easy access, if not best display. The internet and web server is all of the streets and traffic signals between your house and the parking lot, doing all of the utterly boring work of moving traffic along according to some relatively stable protocol, say HTTP.

The wildly dynamic work of getting just the right style of shoe in the right size and determining that the shoe fits, so that you can wear it, lands on the scripting engine. This particular blog is composed in WordPress, which is to the PHP language what Legalese is to English: sure, WordPress is PHP, but brings enough specialization to the task that you can’t just buy a PHP cookbook and expect to get very far with the WordPress codebase.

Who cares about these details? You wanted a blog post, not a meditation on coding. If all of the infrastructure works, you get the post, and the tools involved fade like presidential campaigns long since suspended. It matters not if the blogging tool is implemented in PHP, the relatively clean looking Python, or the quirky, idiomatic Perl.

Now and then, though, you get some reflection of software programs into political programs, of geek code into legal code, of information state into nation-state. This happened when I saw a post on the Perl ‘flip-flop’ operator. In electronics, you have the concept of the bi-stable multivibrator, which is far less kinky than it sounds. It’s essentially an electronic light switch, flipping on, or flopping off based upon an input, but, most importantly, staying that way, like an unprincipled politician awaiting the next lobbyist to flash some cast and adjust a vote.

Perl’s gift to software is to have more operators than the Democrat Party. So many, in fact, that some joker arranged them as a periodic table. Perl really fetishes operators, having around an order of magnitude more than most other languages with which you’d care to tangle. The subject of the post is the flip-flop operator, which has massive political application.

Perl 5 has a binary operator called flip-flop that is false until its first argument evaluates to true and it stays true (flips) until the second argument evaluates to true at which point it becomes false again (flops). This is such a useful operator that Perl 6 also has flip-flop, only it’s spelled ff and has a few variants:

ff
ff^
^ff
^ff^

The circumflex means to skip the end point on that end.
Perhaps some examples are in order …

for 1..20 { .say if $_ == 9 ff $_ == 13; }
# 9 10 11 12 13

for 1..20 { .say if $_ == 9 ff^ $_ == 13; }
# 9 10 11 12

for 1..20 { .say if $_ == 9 ^ff $_ == 13; }
# 10 11 12 13

for 1..20 { .say if $_ == 9 ^ff^ $_ == 13; }
# 10 11 12

As with a political tool, the software tool should provide maximum capacity to obscure meaning. This blog holds forth the hope that proper grasping of the nuances of the flip-flop operator will lead to greater dexterity in the assumption of positions which candidates have previously opposed. For example, usage of the flip-flop operator can allow simultaneous treatment of terrorism as a law enforcement issue on the one hand, while employing armed drones to atomize terrorists on the other, even if the terrorists are U.S. citizens, without the sordid embarrassment of a software crash. A physical light switch operated at modern political frequencies would shatter like a teleprompter falling to the cold, hard, real ground. The ephemeral nature of software brings to politician to that nirvana-like state of being able to hold two positions simultaneously. If the flip-flop operator were any more powerful, they should have to call it the Progress operator.

RSS Subscription Note

by Smitty

In an effort to defray some of the hosting cost, I finally go around to an AdSense account, and put ads into the RSS feed. This seems to have blown away the 250 or so die hard readers of this blog.
Should have expected such. At any rate, sign up for our RSS feed now, and win a link to a free blog post! And another! And another one! Then, click an advertisement and wallow in the unfettered capitalism of it all!

Update: Lo an behold, the 250-ish subscribers are back! #HappyDance

#OccupyFederalCommunications Fail

by Smitty

Slashdot reports:

About 200 customers of the Central Maine Power Company recently noticed something odd after the utility installed smart meters in their homes: household electronics, including wireless devices, stopped working, or behaved erratically. Many Smart Meters broadcast in the 2.4GHz frequency range. Unfortunately, so do many of the consumer gadgets we take for granted these days including routers, electric garage doors, fire alarms, clocks, electric pet fences, answering machines, and baby monitors — even medical devices. The electromagnetic congestion in the home is in some ways similar to the growing electronic congestion in hospitals as they acquire more and more electronic monitors all operating within a few feet of each other.

Sure am glad the FCC has focused on regulating the internet, and not that boring old electro-magnetic spectrum.

However, I’m sure that a new bureaucracy will spring up to handle the tasks now so ‘expertly’ managed by #OccupyFederalCommunications, replete with a Czar, a guilt trip about the amount of gadgets Americans have, while the poor people in Zambiniland have none, a death panel for gadgets deemed too old, and some buyouts so that General Electric, the parent company of the Administration, can sell you less functional equipment. Wow, did that sound bitter?

Managing the electro-magnetic spectrum is among the small subset of tasks the federal government has taken for itself which one could argue are reasonably in keeping with the spirit of the Constitution. Thanks for nothing, guys.

What’s also worrisome is that these smart meters broadcast at all. Why? These are power companies, no? They can probably engineer, you know, power line networking, right? Why the need to broadcast at all, one wonders.

via Instapundit

Fannie, Freddy, Newt, Sitting In A Tree: But Do Not Say ‘Newt Lob-A-Bee’

by Smitty

A Fox clip with Napolitano and crew, discussing Newt’s fishy assertion he did no lobbying, and moving into the mortgage question in general.

As far as doing anything with the housing crisis, the answer is the States. The houses in question all exist in States. That the Federal government is involved at all is a 10th Amendment violation, straight up. Start with honesty about what level of government should undertake which tasks.

Let States, following North Dakota’s lead, stand up their own banks, and then take whatever crap exists within them onto their books. Then let the States figure out what to do. Also, let the States default, if necessary, in order to get better. Let the Federal government assume an oversight role.

The only challenges I see are:

  • Forcing governments to face problems means confronting difficulties right now. People enter accept government positions as a means of avoiding reality.
  • Moving the problems closer to the people who own them lowers the opportunity for graft.

Expecting the Federal government to do anything useful about housing, recalls Stacy’s days as a smoke-free pharmacist, when Mickey Kaus set Stacy up with McCain’s first electronic device. Not sure who the person in the gold dress is. Or maybe I am, but spilling those beans would be really bad. UPDATE: The point here is that Stacy isn’t in pharmaceuticals anymore, and the country would also benefit from getting the government rooster out of the henhouse.
Because if you have a financial pain, and you use the Federal Reserve like a drug, the cause of that pain will still be there. The citizens of these United States must be more than Andy Kaufman, looking at DC and saying “I trusted you.”

Sometimes The Gadgets Pay Off

by Smitty

For whatever reason, the shift to a different host isn’t playing well with the blog. The details are messy, but a browser request going from http://theothermccain.com to a readable blog post involves an awful lot of fragile steps. And that’s when everything works correctly. When you get shenanigans like what OWS Exposed is dealing with, where the network currently points you back to ‘home’, 127.0.0.1, it gets even harder.

Now, I’m not as cool as OWS Exposed. My problem is likely some stale cache data somewhere between me and the blog that will expire soon enough. I’d like to think that Wasted Away Again In My ObamaVille was sufficiently odious to merit special attention. However, I’m not that special. If I was, the resulting nuke would likely hurt more.

What I do have is a Samsung Galaxy S II backed by T-Mobile’s 4G service. Even though Android phones and Mac OS X go together like real-world Economics and Paul Krugman (which is to say they get along poorly), you can set up the Galaxy SII as a wireless router, and connect the Mac to the phone via WiFi. Open protocols spank proprietary stuff like Econom–wait, I already played the Krugman card.

The bad news about the Galaxy SII is that it’s tantamount to a laptop computer, and that shows in the battery life. Maybe I can configure it to blow through the charge more slowly, but it has got legs past a day. So one keeps the USB cable and wall adapter handy.

Then, I finally grasped the hint from @_scarymatt_ and pointed my DNS to 4.2.2.2 down at UNC. I’m all using vi to edit /etc/resolv.conf, until I read the comment that said that, yeah, the text file is more of a report than a useful reference, and went in through the System Preferences GUI.

Because knowledge is really helpful, except for when it becomes a stumbling block.