Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Agility Report

And they did great! Here’s Debbie’s report:

We did have a wonderful weekend-I think the Mo really enjoyed some “mom alone” time. The courses on Friday were fun and fast. The JWW’s was a haul ass and run-Mo reallllly likes those. And the Standard was really fun, came in 9 or ten seconds under course time. Saturday-would have had the jumpers BUT mom failed to give a discrimination maneuver to him and he took the wrong jump. I felt so bad because he checked back with me and I didn’t tell him any different-my mistake-good dog! Then on the Standard he got a case of the WHAHOOS! The nose went down in the weave poles and then he was all over the place. HE did the table again, the teeter and the Aframe-too bad you don’t get extra credit for that!

Sunday’s jumpers he knocked a bar when I was doing a rear cross but I think I had him in the right position but he gathered incorrectly and just nicked it enough to bring it down. Then the Standard course was a little jerky on my part (all I could think of was this would be the last ExecA Standard & his title if we got it). I got to the table and put Mo on a sit and then realized the Judge wasn’t counting and I thought OHCRAPDOWN-told Mo to down left out the OH Crap part. Such a good boy you could hear the wind when he downed. We soooo fixed the table problem we used to have. And I slipped at the next to last jump and my signal went awry but he powered over it and finished clean with a little time under to spare.

The courses on Monday were fun and we just whooped them! Our first time in ExecB in both JWW’s and Standard and our first double queue-it just doesn’t get any better-I was so happy with the Mo.

So on his last two legs in ExecA Stand he took a second each time and we were one of two ExecA dogs to finish the coarse clean. Friday I think there were 25 ExecA 20inch dogs running against us and then down to 20 for his last leg. I got 7 perfect weave poles out of eight and lots of focus and one very happy tired brown dog! Who got lots of treats......

The bottom line: qualified in 5 of 8 runs, placed (second) in 2 runs, got his Excellent A title, and on his very first day as Excellent B in both jumpers and standard…he double Q’d (qualified on both jumpers and standard)!

Debbie is pretty tired, but Mo’i looks like he’s ready to rumble some more. Watch out, border collies — the Mo Man is on your tail!

Note: this was posted over Debbie’s protest — but I thought it was just too good a brag to hide from the public!

Filaree

At right you see the enemy of dog owners in the chaparral. This stuff goes by several common names, including “red-stemmed filaree” and “stork’s beak”. The botanical name is Erodium cicutarium, and it’s a member of the geranium family. It is an invader, not a native plant.

And it is evil. Pure, unadulterated evil. Those *$%&(@#$ seeds screw themselves into our dog’s coats, and then (if we fail to immediately find and remove them) sometimes manage to work their little pointed heads into the dog’s skin. One site describes the seeds this way:

Each “storks bill” actually is five seeds, each with the long tail tapering out to the end of the “bill”. These tails are tightly bound and make the central, elongated “bill”. At maturity, what becomes the corkscrew peels off the long “bill” and starts to curl, remaining attached to the seed. The familiar corkscrews then twist into the soil as they go through day-night cycles of wetting and drying, each time the spiral forces the sharp seed deeper into the soil. Eventually the seed breaks off, leaving hundreds of cork screws in any square meter.

Ouch! Our dogs have webbed feed, and those webs are particularly vulnerable. Debbie is so frustrated by these seeds that she’d be happy to use chemicals, radiation, or even fire to reduce our yard to bare dirt — just to avoid these seeds.

But bare dirt is a really bad idea in the chaparral, as the resulting erosion would create serious problems for us.

I managed to do a bit of research on Erodium cicutarium this weekend, and I think we may be able to help our problem a bit through the miracle of chemistry. I’ve order some MCPA and 2,4-D herbicides (the recommended brews), and we will be doing some experimentation this summer. I’m hopeful that one or the other of these chemicals will take out the Erodium cicutarium, but allow some native in its stead.

The most interesting web sites I found are here, here, here, here, here, here, and here — but there were lots more. Obviously we are not the only people who hate this noxious, evil weed…

Monday, May 29, 2006

Pioneering Pine

While mowing the stretch of hillside above our stand of Italian Stone Pines (Pinus pinea), I came across three small seedlings that certainly appear to be one or two year old Italian Stone Pines.

It’s a bit of a mystery how the seedlings could be where they are, though — I suspect an animal was involved. Pine seeds are, of course, in pine cones — and unless pine cones are embued with magical powers, they don’t normally roll uphill. So I’m guessing a bird or a rodent moved those seeds uphill 20 or 30 feet.

These Italian Stone Pines do remarkably well in the chaparral zone — they don’t need good soil (and that’s a good thing around here!) and they don’t need much water as they have a wonderfully deep tap root. When we first bought our place seven years ago, we also had about six large Monterey pines — all of which died just two or three into the drought years. The Italian Stone Pines never even looked peaked…

Anyway, it’s nice to see them propagating…maybe I’ll end up with an Italian Stone Pine forest!

Monkey Flowers

The “Bush Monkey Flower” or “Sticky Monkey Flower” (Diplacus aurantiacus) is a common native that is in full bloom right now in our area. It is especially beautiful this year; I’ve no idea why that is so. The color varies from an even paler orange than these in my yard to a very deep reddish-orange. According to several web sites I read, the plant gets its common name from the resemblence of the flowers to a grinning monkey’s head. Riiiiight. I suspect some botanist was smoking loco-weed when he came up with that one! The leaves really are sticky, though. The stands that are near our pine trees have their leaves covered with pine pollen…

There are a dozen or so stands of Monkey Flower in the cleared part of our yard (about 3.5 acres), every last one of them in a rocky area with partial shade. And indeed the literature avers that this is exactly the situation they like. The rest of our property (another 6+ acres) is covered in chaparral growth that is for the most part taller than the Monkey Flowers, so it’s hard to say how many more we have. However, on a walk along a trail I’ve cut that’s perhaps 1000 feet long, there are 8 stands of them — all around rocky formations, and all under the 4 to 6 foot high chaparral “canopy”. You could infer several hundred stands from that, much more common than it is in my cleared yard — which makes sense, given that it doesn’t like full sun…

Anyway, here are some photos of the stands in our yard:

Miki and Rocks

With just a little bit of encouragement, Miki will now zoom right up the steepest of rocks in our yard. He seems to have very little trouble getting up even the nearly-vertical sides of some of them, happily scrabbling until a paw randomly finds a grip, then he zooms up a foot or so and does it again. Eventually he gets to the top of just about any rock. In the far-right photo, that’s exactly what he just did.

But once at the pinnacle of a boulder, he’s not quite so sure what to do next. If the rock is less than about five feet high, eventually he’ll screw up his courage and leap. If it’s taller, he’ll sit there and wait for me to come rescue him.

That’s what’s happening in the left-hand photo — and I’ve enlarged his expression in the center photo. Doesn’t he look like he’s saying “Yo! Human! Get over here and get me down!"?

He really, really doesn’t like scrambling down the side of a steep rock. His claws are useless in that direction, though his pads would cling quite well — he just doesn’t seem to understand that…

Miki was home alone with Dad and Lea this weekend, as Debbie was up in Pomona at an agility meet (where Mo’i got FIVE Qs! And he’s now in Excellent B for both jumpers and standard! And he DOUBLE Q’d on Monday!). In between weed-whacking battles, we had some training sessions, both with Miki and with Lea.

Today we had some especially good sessions, from the dogs' perspective…because we had HOT DOGS! I’m convinced there’s nothing on this planet that a dog likes better than hot dogs. Both Miki and Lea are usually gentle food takers (that is, they refrain from chomping off your fingers when you’re giving them a morsel). But with hot dogs…they both basically lose their little minds. They can scarcely contain themselves while waiting for their treat — and when they go to grab it, if your finger happens to be between their jaws, well…that’s really just your tough luck is what they say. Getting the hot dog definitely has priority over leaving dad’s fingers intact. The moment I click the clicker and say “Yes! Good dog!", they’re trembling with hot dog anticipation. If I wait too long (say, more than 10 picoseconds) after clicking before stuffing a hot dog segment into their maw, they lose their ability to sit still. They just gotta have that hot dog! Now! Lea, after about 10 minutes of training exercises, just goes on strike — she refuses to do any exercises and just chases the hand with the hot dog treats!

But those very high-value treats did help focus them on their lessons, in the sense that they would do anything (if they could just figure out what it was!) to get that treat. I had more success with both of them today than I have in any prior training session…

Cats and Hummers

Maka Lea (our most recently-acquired feline, with a neurological problem but otherwise a very nice cat) is watching hummingbirds — albeit a little differently than usual…

We have several hummingbird feeders hanging in our north-facing windows, and they are especially busing in the early mornings and evenings of summer. Our cats all love to sit and watch the hummingbirds. They’ve long since learned that they can’t get to the hummingbirds ('cause of course they’d just love to catch one!), but they never seem to tire of just watching them. Maka Lea, however, is contemplating the shadows of the hummingbirds, cast on our hallway wall by the early morning sunlight slanting in the window…

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Light Blogging

Blogging will be light this weekend — between some quiet celebration of the holiday, caring for our menagerie (Debbie is up in Pomona at a dog agility meet, where Mo’i has already Q’d twice!), and weed-whacking, there won’t be a lot of time left over for blogging. The weeds are one to four feet high in the yard, and I spent four hours this morning taking the second real crack at it (for this season). Thankfully the day is overcast and the temperature has been in the high 50s to low 60s — very pleasant working weather. So this morning I tackled the really heavy-duty stuff — hauling the DR brush mower up and down the steep parts of the yard. Whew!

Don’t know what I’m going to do when I get too decrepit to do that work…

Friday, May 26, 2006

Days and Months

When I woke this morning (to the yapping of Miki, our little puppy who badly needed to go outside), I had to think for a moment to remember what day it was (it’s Friday, in case you’re wondering). And then, for some reason, I got to wondering just how “Friday” got its name — and what it actually means.

A little googling got me all sorts of information, the best compendium of which is here. An example from that page:

Thursday: “Thursday” is what you get when you spend several centuries misprouncing, Thorsdaeg. The day of Thor, son of Woden, was the Norse god who was the defender of the world from Chaos with his trademark Hammer of Thor. In Romance languages it is named 'dies Jovis' for the day of Jupiter, the Supreme Roman deity.

That same page has an explanation of the origins for the English names of the months. As for the word “month” itself:

First,How did we get the word 'Month': … The Lunar Cycle begins with a “New Moon”. This actually happened on the 31st of December, so in the Calendar we see the moon when it is “one day old.” When is the next time you see the moon one day old? The answer is on Jan 30th (It is just a tiny little sliver that the camera used couldn’t pick up.) How many days passed between those two identical phases? 29.6 days, within minutes of 30 days. If we were living back in the ancient past, they would say “One moon has passed.” From one new moon (Dec 30) to the next new moon (in this case, Jan 29th) is one moon. This period of time is a “moon-th", a month. Now you should be asking a question, “Then why aren’t there 30 days in every month?” The answer is, Julius Caeser said so. I’ll explain, while doing so, I’ll tell you where the names of the months came from.

So basically it turns out our months were named by lazy Romans, and our days of the week taken from Norse mythology. Go figure!

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Welcome to Maine

I spent many of my childhood summers at a family “camp” in Maine — a small cabin on the side of Long Pond near the town of Lincoln, north of Bangor. For those of you who haven’t been to Maine: what they call a “pond” would in most states be called a lake, and in Southern California would certainly be honored as a National Park. What they call a “lake” would be classified as “oceanic” by most folks.

But I digress. I have many fond memories of Maine and its inhabitants. When I received the following piece, it rang true enough to make me laugh out loud…

From the Maine Department Of Tourism

Maine seems to be on everyone’s vacation wish list. Hence the slogan on Maine license plates, “Vacationland.” This list of rules will be handed to each person entering the state. Vehicles with New Jersey, New York and Connecticut plates will receive two copies:

1. That slope shouldered farm boy you are snickering at did more work before breakfast than you will do all week at the gym.

2. It’s called a “gravel road.” No matter how slowly you drive, you’re going to get dust on your BMW. I have a four wheel drive because I need it. Now drive or get it out of the way.

3. We all started hunting and fishing when we were nine years old. Yeah, we saw Bambi. We got over it.

4. Any references to “corn fed” when talking about our women will get your butt kicked…by our women.

5. Pull your pants up, and turn your hat around. You look like an idiot.

6. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of mallards are making their final approach, we will shoot it. You might hope you don’t have it up to your ear at the time!

7. No, there’s no “Vegetarian Special” on the menu. Order steak. Order it rare. Order a two pound lobster and steamers. Or, you can order the Chef’s Salad and pick off the two pounds of ham and turkey.

8. Yeah, we have sweet tea. It comes in a glass with two packets of sugar and a long spoon.

9. You bring Coke into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice.

10. So you have a sixty-thousand dollar car. We’re real impressed. We have quarter-million dollar skidders to pull logs out of the woods.

11. Let’s get this straight. We have one stoplight in town. We stop when it’s red. We may even stop when it’s yellow.

12. Our women hunt, fish, and drive trucks because they want to. So, you’re a feminist. Isn’t that cute.

13. Yeah, we eat lobster, scallops, clams and haddock too. If you really want sushi and caviar, it’s available at the bait shop.

14. They are pigs and they are cows. That’s what they smell like. Get used to it. Don’t like it? Interstate 95 & Maine Turnpike go two ways....get on the Southbound Lane!

15. “Opening day” refers to the first days of fishin' and deer season'. They are religious holidays. You can get breakfast at the church.

16. So what if every person in every pickup waves? It’s called being friendly. Understand the concept?

17. Yeah, we have golf courses. Don’t hit in the water hazards. It spooks the fish.

18. Chowder is supposed to be white. Don’t even think of asking for red chowder until you are somewhere safely south of White Plains.

19. All the boats in Maine point in the same direction because that’s what harbor Masters are trained to do.

Welcome to Maine - The Way Life Should Be

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Modern Haircut

I’ve never paid a lot of attention to issues of grooming, clothing, or other elements of style and fashion (and my wife would very happily verify this!). Basically my approach is utilitarian: keep myself reasonably clean and not too smelly, make sure my clothing covers all the naughty bits, and do the bare minimum of other things that appear to be required by consensus. The rest is irrelevant detail that I try hard not to get caught up in.

Haircuts, so far as I’m concerned, are one of those evils that “polite society” has thrust upon us. Were it up to me, I’d just whack any inconvenient chunks of hair off with a pair of scissors now and then, and get a friend’s help to do the same with any hair I couldn’t reach. But the result of such an effort would be considered unacceptable by my fellow Americans, especially in the business world (I might get away with this on a college campus). So at the longest possible intervals, generally every three or four months, I go visit a barber.

For many years when I lived in Chula Vista (a large — but largely unknown — city just south of San Diego), I went to a barber shop on Third Avenue. It was a tiny little shop with two barbers, located in a run-down strip mall; obviously low-rent. The barbers were a couple of older guys of Mexican heritage, ex-military types with a very earthy demeanor. My haircuts were very straightforward and consistent exercises. The only unknown was how long I’d have to wait; the cost was a few bucks (which I generally doubled with a tip). They’d ask me each time how I wanted my hair cut, I’d reply “short", and something like 3 minutes after I sat down my haircut would be over. My kind of haircut!

Later, after we moved out to the foothills of the San Diego mountains, the barber in Chula Vista was just a bit too far to go, and in the wrong direction. We were trying to escape the big city, not return to it. Somehow (I’ve forgotten how) we discovered that just outside of Julian there was a woman named Patty running a little barbershop. Her shop made the Chula Vista shop look luxuriously upscale. Her shop was heated by a wood stove, and was about the size of a medium-sized closet. Dirt, dust, and trash littered the place. And Patty was a serious “character” — a longtime resident of the area, currently living in a small home in Banner (just down the grade from Julian toward the desert). Haircuts at Patty’s shop were more entertaining — not because of the haircut itself, but because of Patty and her stories and engagement with our stories. The haircut itself was basically identical to the product of the Chula Vista barbers, and the price was about the same. Different than Chula Vista, but much to my liking as well.

But Patty had a disaster strike her little business, or rather, two disasters in a row: the Cedar Fire of autumn 2003, and the loss of well-water in the following year (almost certainly related to the fire, along with the sustained drought that didn’t break until 2005). She closed up shop, and there’s no indication that she’ll reopen.

So I was left with the problem of finding a new barber. I first tried a “his 'n hers” barber actually in the town of Jamul, but that didn’t work out at all — when I walked in and announced that I wanted a haircut, the nearly-Spanish-only folks in the shop were able to tell me that the barber who could cut my hair only showed up now and then, and haircuts were by appointment only. Definitely not my kind of barber shop. So I turned to one of the few people I know in town for advice: Manoli, the proprietor of the Bravo Cafe. When I asked if he knew of a decent barber near by, he reached under his counter and came up with a business card for “Mr. Cut", just down the road in Rancho San Diego. So off I went…

It was obvious at first glance that Mr. Cut was not the kind of place I would normally go for a haircut — they’ve got five or six chairs, and as many barbers, and the place is large, spotlessly clean, and thoroughly modern looking. I almost didn’t walk in <smile>. But I did, and I was greeted by one of the barbers, was served shortly, and ended up with a haircut much like the ones I was used to: simple directions (e.g., “short"), quick execution, low price, and no fuss. The same thing happened on my next two visits.

But on my most recent visit, things were just a wee bit different. My barber, for the first time, was a young fellow. He had a haircut himself that got me to thinking about its low-maintenance properties: no hair on his head was longer than a quarter inch. Just think of the savings in shampoo! But I knew things were going to be really different when my simple instructions ("short") failed to suffice. My new barber wanted to know all sorts of details that, frankly, I had never considered before. Did I want my hair trimmed straight across the back, or in a curve? After considering this vital question for, oh, 20 nanoseconds or so, I told him I just plain didn’t care — he could do as he liked, so long as the result was at least roughly symmetrical and there was no pain involved. Then he wanted to know if I wanted the sides of my head “tapered” or “blocked”. Again, I gave this weighty question due consideration (15 nanoseconds) and told him to do whatever he wanted. For some reason, my barber was dissatisfied with my responses (I’d have thought he’d enjoy the creative freedom!), and it seemed that now he was motivated to ask more and more questions. I can’t — and don’t want to — remember all of them. They were one and all complete irrelevancies to me, and I attempted to communicate this thought to my barber, but that seemed to be impossible for him to believe.

But after ten minutes or so (seemed like an eternity to me), we got past this phase and into the actual haircut. For as long as I can remember, barbers have cut my hair in exactly the same fashion: they pick up a pair of electric clippers, snap on a plastic guide that determines the resulting hair lengthy, and make quick strokes across my head with this contraption to remove all the excess hair. It’s not a complex mechanical problem, and that phase doesn’t seem to require great skill — the primary requirement is to avoid ripping off the customers ears, or stabbing him with the pointy end of the clippers. The trimming of the sides looks like it requires more skill, with freehand wielding of electric clippers without the aforementioned guide. Generally this whole process takes 2 or 3 minutes, and then we’re done. My new barber worked for over 20 minutes without ever picking up the electric clippers. He carefully wet down what little hair remains on my head, and proceeded to pick up tiny little tufts of hair in one hand, while trimming tiny little amounts of it off with a pair of old-fashioned barber’s scissors in the other hand. It was non-stop “snip, snip, snip”. Now I don’t have a whole lot of hair left, so to make this go on for twenty minutes he had to revisit the same tuft of hair many times. I longed to ask my barber why the hell he was doing this, but the look on his face stopped me cold: he was in some kind of a trance, and apparently having some sort of mystical experience. I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt him — he looked so happy and fulfilled.

At long last the scissors stuff was done to my barber’s satisfaction, and we progressed to the next stage. This was a ten minute exercise with the electric clippers, but not like I’d ever seen before. In this new performance, my barber repeatedly ran a comb through my hair, raised it up, and lopped off what remained above the comb by running the clippers down the length of the comb ("zzzzzzzt!", each time). He did this both along the sides, and on top where he had just finished all that laborious scissors work. Zzzzzt!, zzzzzzt!, zzzzzzt! for ten minutes or so, again with that mystical experience thing going on. At this point I was starting to worry that my barber misunderstood what I had ordered (a haircut), and that I was actually now in the midst of receiving some other service — a “makeover” or some other equally hideous thing — with results that I’d regret and a price tag that I’d regret even more.

But after the clippers work, with a slightly regretful look my barber put down his cutting tools and pronounced the haircut complete. He came around to face me, and I expected the usual routine of brushing off my face and clothes, removing the “cape” the barbers always put over your clothing, and I’d be done. Some of you with more worldly experience probably anticipate what came next, but I was ambushed, taken completely by surprise. My barber did start brushing the hair off me, but he also started asking all sorts of questions. Would I like some hair coloring? Would I like some mousse or some gel? Would I like my hair done up with little spikes, and have each one individually colored? And on and on. In some way, of course, I knew that people actually did things like this — after all, you can hardly help but observe the results out in the world. But somehow I never expected a barber to ask me about such things — and it seemed completely ludicrous that one would actually do so. I couldn’t help myself — I broke out laughing, right in my poor barber’s face. And he was shattered; deeply disappointed. It was obvious that he saw me as a greenfield opportunity, a blank canvas for him to paint on. But the canvas objected, and wanted not a single dollop of paint — not even some nice primer. It was with overt disbelief, and obvious disappointment, that my barber finally agreed to do nothing to my hair.

And to my relief, when I got to the cash register, the charge was $12 — the same as usual at this shop. This fellow worked on me for over a half hour for $12; in that sense my haircut seemed like a bargain. On the other hand, I’d much rather have spent just three minutes of my life in his chair, instead of thirty. I’ll be going back to Mr. Cut, but I’m going to avoid my young barber…

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Taxi Talk

Yesterday I visited San Francisco on business, just for the day. I flew into Oakland (across the bay from San Francisco) and took a taxi over to the city — roughly a 45 minute trip.

There was (surprisingly!) no line for the cabs at the airport, and only one cab in queue. I hopped in, said hello and told the driver where I was headed. He smiled very engagingly, lighting up his very weathered face, and said “Today is your lucky day; you’ve got the best cab!”. When I asked why that was so, he told me (with great pride) all about his natural gas powered cab, how it would allow us to use the carpool lane (as apparently other cabs cannot), and how it would let us go over the bridge without paying the $3 toll.

That was the start of a very interesting conversation about, of all things, Eritrea — where this fellow hailed from. He wanted to be called “Gary", an Americanization of his Eritrean name. That name had at least 8 syllables and involved several sounds I wasn’t at all sure I could duplicate, so I was just fine with Gary!

Gary is 63 years old, and most of his life has lived outside of Eritrea. He fled the country when he was 23 (in 1966), afraid for his life, as he had been part of an irregular militia fighting for independence (Eritrea was then part of Ethiopia). For the next 32 years, he wandered all over the world, living in places as diverse as Italy, the Phillipines, and South Africa. He listed off an amazing number of occupations, from construction worker to maritime radio officer to ambulance paramedic — and when I questioned him about the few things I could verify, he clearly knew what he was talking about. Not a dummy, Gary the taxi driver.

In 1993, Gary’s world changed, much for the better — his homeland finally won independence from Ethiopia. He returned home (for the first time since he’d fled), reunited with his family (he’d been able to keep up an intermittent correspondence, so he knew they were alive — but that’s about it), and met a woman whom he married the next year. Now with a family (his new wife had three small children; her first husband was killed in the war with Ethiopia), Gary needed to find some security. He’d never been to the United States, but he was certain that was the right place for his new family to settle — and in 1997 he and his family traveled to New York, and took a train across the country to San Francisco, where an old militia buddy of his had settled and had offered to help him out. With the help of his friend and a network of Eritreans already her, Gary scraped together enough borrowed money to buy a cab, and he’s been driving one ever since.

I asked Gary if moving to America had lived up to his expectations. That question got a huge smile, and an “Oh, yes!”.

We also talked for a bit about the political situation in the Middle East, both in Eritrea and in other countries. His views are well-informed, and (to me) unexpectedly balanced. Gary is Muslim, but doesn’t appear to be anywhere near the radical side of that religion. For example, he doesn’t reflexively blame the Jews for all the ills of the region — though he was perfectly willing to criticize certain of Israel’s policies (he is disturbed by the wall, for instance — though he has no trouble understanding why they’d build it). Gary is also very willing to criticize the Islamic governments, with Sudan and Syria getting the brunt of his ire. The one area where I’d call his views a little unbalanced is on Eritrea itself — despite their political problems (such as elections being apparently indefinitely postponed, and an ongoing corruption problem), he is unabashedly a supporter of Eritrea’s independent goverment. It’s very hard for him to criticize it at all — it’s just too wonderful for him to have such a government, compared with being a part of Ethiopia…

One part of our discussion that particularly surprised me was his glowing descriptions of the capital city of Asmara. He declares it to be the rival of Beirut, Lebanon, in sophistication and nightlife. I’ve certainly never heard of Asmara in that context, but try googling “Asmara Nightlife” — you’ll see that I’m just ignorant <smile>.

That was a most interesting and enjoyable cab ride, and actually seemed way too short; our intense conversation was rudely cut off by our arrival at my destination. Unfortunately the cab driver on the ride back wasn’t nearly as engaging — I have stumps in my yard that are more companionable, and with superior conversational skills…

Rain!

Yesterday I flew up to San Francisco on some business, leaving very early in the morning. At 4 am it was pouring rain — a lovely thing in May, and something that has been rare over the past 7 drought years (though not at all unusual with a longer-term view). We got just over a half inch (0.55 inches, to be exact), and our total for the calendar year is now 11.61 inches — no record, but a long, long way from a drought.

And all that fuel around us is wet again <smile>…

Sunday, May 21, 2006

War on Ants

One of the seemingly inescapable facts of life in the Southern California chaparral country is ants — lots and lots of ants, of quite a few species. We have Argentinian ants, of course — but also several species of “little black ants” that love to invade our house, several carpenter ants, and worst of all the fire ants.

For years we’ve tried just about evertything from Home Depot to repel or kill the ants, with minimal success. We’ve used the Antimite service for years, with only modest success — and all they do is treat our foundation to keep ants out of the house (think about it — it’s not in their best interest to kill off the ant colonies!). But after doing some research on the web I discovered something claimed to be very effective and quite safe: cypermethrin, 40%, in wettable powder form.

And it works. Not just kinda-sorta works — I mean that the ant colonies I treated are dead. As in bazillions of curled up ants with all six legs in the air. As in zero activity around the colony’s entrances.

Oh. My. Gosh.

The cheapest place I found it was here, with three different brands: Demon WP, Cynoff WP, and Cyper WP. The latter was the cheapest; it’s what I got and it works fabulously.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Miki Journal

Yesterday was a day of hard work for me: programming a new piece of software, which required hours of intense concentration, study, and effort. I work out of our home office, which is about as pleasant a work environment as you could have. Debbie was out running about with Mo’i and Lea, so it was Miki, myself, and our nine cats all home alone.

Every two or three hours, I took a short break. What better way to give my brain a rest from programming than to play with a puppy?

Each break, I’d go out to our livingroom, where Miki’s crate was, and greet him. Each time, he’d bound out of his crate, joyously shower me with puppy kisses, then run over to his water bowl for a drink, and then run to the door to be let out. I’d put his leash on him, and we’d walk together over the concrete pad where Debbie park her car to the “lawn” (it’s green, but it’s more from chaparral weeds than from grass) where he’d do his bit to water and fertilize a patch of ground. Then after some exploring outside, and some practice with new kinds of terrain, we’d head back inside for a training session. Yesterday we mostly worked on “heel", a concept that Miki does not yet grasp at all <smile>.

This is a well-understood routine at this point. Miki knows just what to expect when I come out on a break; there aren’t any big surprises to be had. Until yesterday.

On one of my breaks yesterday, we went through the greetings, water break, to the door, and out for a walk routine as usual. But…when we got to the concrete pad, there was a big surprise for Miki: a black-and-dark-gray lizard of a species common to our area, about 10” from head to tip of tail, doing push-ups on the far side of the concrete pad near our stack of firewood. This is the time of year when a young lizard’s thoughts turn to love, and if you’re a male lizard (like this one), you pretty much assume that anything that moves is a female lizard, until proven otherwise. And apparently female lizards are very impressed with lizardly push-up displays.

When Miki spotted that lizard, his little head shot up from his usual snuffling position into a direct stare at the strange being before him (the lizard was perhaps 4' away), while inhaling deeply to see if he could smell it. His astonishment was plain to see, and I swear you could see him mentally working the possibilities. Should I be afraid? Can I eat it? Can I play with it? Oh, please, someone tell me what to do! After a long period of deep thought, Miki glanced up at me (I was right alongside him, holding the other end of a slack leash), then let out a happy “yip!” and lit out after the lizard.

"Lit out” doesn’t really convey what happened — in the space of about 6” Miki accelerated from zero to about ninety miles an hour, heading straight for the lizard. In the split second of Miki’s approach, the lizard figured out that the rapidly approaching brown fuzzball wasn’t a female lizard, and he darted into the woodpile, instantly disappearing into the middle of a few hundred pounds of oak logs. Miki kept right on going, full speed, until his head ran into the woodpile with a loud “thwonk", and he sort of bounced off, ending up on his haunches.

He shook his head a couple of times, and then ran back to the woodpile and started trying to dig into it, with the same front-paw action he’d use if he were digging into soil. Of course, this didn’t work all that well on oak logs — the lizard didn’t have a thing in the world to worry about. But it took Miki a while — two or three minutes — to decide that his digging was futile. In the meantime, he worked himself into a lather trying to get to the lizard. His front paws were flying like mad, and he had a frustrated look about him. He’d run around to different parts of the woodpile, trying a spot here, a spot there, to see if there was some place more amenable to a digging attack. Every few seconds, he’d give out with a frustrated yap. Finally he gave up — just sat down, looked at me mournfully, as though he was begging for my help.

Of course this entire time I was laughing my fool head off. It just looked so funny to see this itty-bitty puppy attacking the stout wood pile with such enthusiastic ferocity — but making zero progress. And then when he gave up on the venture, his despondent, end-of-the-world look was just as funny.

But Miki definitely likes lizards — whereas Mo’i and Lea basically just ignore them. I can’t recall either of them ever getting all excited about a lizard, as they both do over rabbits or quail.

When we came back inside from that particular walk outside, Miki was uninterested in a training session. He ran to his water bowl, drank it dry, and then voluntarily went into his crate and laid down. The poor little lad was all tuckered out from lizard hunting! Within a minute or so he was sound asleep, no doubt dreaming about the day when he would catch that damned lizard…

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Internet Hazards

If you are one of the people who was rather rudely disconnected from my blog a few minutes ago, my apologies.

It seems some (insert your selection of choice profanities here) jerk with a high-traffic web site out there liked one of my photos — and he or she decided to link directly to the photo on my site, rather than host it themselves. The enormous burst of web traffic that resulted completely crippled my blog server.

If the above was gobbledegook to you (because you’re not a geek), here’s an analogy: it’s as if a business down the street from your home decided that it would rather not pay for all that electricity they need to run their huge machinery. Instead, they ran a great big fat wire over to your house, and tapped into the electricity that you’re paying for. That’s what this jerk just did to me.

I’ve fixed the problem by removing the photo.

People. Can’t live with 'em, can’t live without (some of) 'em.

Or, as one of my favorite bloggers might say: Rope. Tree. Some assembly required.

Miki Journal

This Tuesday evening Miki went to his third puppy class; all of these pictures were taken there.

It is simply amazing just how quickly these puppies morph into little dogs. To an outsider, it’s the physical changes that most obviously manifest — the chubby little puppy of three weeks ago is stretching and changing and well on the way to looking like the studly dog he will become. But to me, because I spend considerable time with him every day, the most evident changes are not in his appearance, but rather in his skills and behaviors. Day-by-day these changes are obvious to we who are with him every day, and often we see changes even within a single day.

Just 25 days ago when we picked Miki up, he was able to walk, run, and play — but you certainly wouldn’t have called him agile (which is what “Miki” means in Hawaiian). He bumbled about in an adorable fashion just like any other puppy would. But in that very short intervening time he has gained tremendous confidence and skill in his ability to move. These new-found skills are most evident in raucous play with our adult field spaniels (Mo’i and Lea). He runs at full bore, with exactly the gait of an adult dog. He leaps with confidence (landings aren’t quite smooth yet, though <smile>). He dives under the furniture with abandon, with only the occasional “thunk” when his head hits something hard. And though he’s ever so much smaller than Lea and Mo’i, he’ll get right in their faces and yap away while they’re playing. These are behaviors and skills of adult dogs, and he’s acquiring them very, very quickly…

There’s one particular skill that I was able to watch Miki develop from scratch: climbing rocks. Our yard is on a hillside in the chaparral of San Diego’s foothills. It’s full of rocks, from little pebbles to house-sized boulders. When we first brought Miki home and took him for a walk around the yard, the rocks were scary things for him — he wanted nothing to do with them. Within a day or two, we could entice him up a nicely rounded boulder with gently sloped sides — but he needed help getting down (for some reason going down is much more difficult than going up!), and the rougher, taller boulders were still puzzling to him, though not really frightening any more. A few more days and he would bound up almost any boulder on his own, and could get down from the easier ones. Now he’s progressed to the point where we’re more worried about him jumping off a too-tall boulder (whee!) than we are about whether he’s got the courage to climb around on one. That whole process took maybe 10 days, with clear progress each and every day.

In puppy class (and practicing afterward at home), we also see him gaining skills rapidly — but there are some things that are much more difficult for him than others. Sitting on a gestured command was easy, but we’re still working on “down”. We’re just beginning training for what will eventually be “heel", and this is really tough for him. You can almost see the little gears turning in his head, and the conflicting thoughts (mostly “What on earth do I have to do to get mom to hand over that yummy treat?!?"). Sometimes, just like Mo’i and Lea will do, Miki will go through a series of behaviors trying to find the magic one that will get a tasty bit of lamb and rice loaf popped into his mouth.

One thing Miki has never had any trouble or trepidation about is meeting new people. Sheila Miller (Miki’s breeder) went to a lot of trouble to socialize the puppies, and the results really show — Miki will run right up to new people or dogs (or other animals!) without any hesitation or fear. For instance, in this week’s class Bree (our instructor, at immediate right) had us all swap puppies. A classmate (the woman at far right with the black poodle) was Miki’s new trainer — and her biggest problem was how to get him to stop greeting her, and playing with her, so that she could try to practice something. It didn’t help that she had a particularly tasty treat (hot dogs), either <smile>. And Bree (frustrated with Debbie and I bumbling about) took over training Miki to heel for a few minutes — without the slightest hesitation on Miki’s part. These skills will serve him well in agility competitions, where he’ll be surrounded by scads of people and dogs he’s never met.

This past week Miki had an unexpected adventure right in our yard. We have about three acres fenced in, with a big swinging gate for our driveway. Just below the gate is a private road, itself gated off (with a locked gate), but which is frequented by hikers and horseback riders. Miki and Lea and I were out for a walk, Lea running loose and Miki on a leash. Just as Miki and I were walking down the driveway from our house, a lady on a (big!) horse came walking up our driveway. This is not a normal occurrence — in fact, I believe it’s the first time it’s ever happened. Now, Miki has never met a horse with us (though he may have while Sheila had him)…but upon sighting that horse, he started straining at his leash, bounding at the end of it, trying very hard to pull me down to greet our visitors. Lea, on the other hand, cautiously moved up into our pine trees — keeping 24” or so of solid wood between her and that horse, even though she’s met lots of horse. Miki and I did go down to meet our visitors, and he and the horse got on famously — the horse seemed to think Miki was cute <smile>…

Crate training rules, as the younger folks would say. Miki has had but a single “accident” in the house (and never in his crate), and Debbie is positive that that one was all our fault — he had a prolonged play with us in our livingroom, and several times went and scratched on the door. Somehow we managed to ignore that, and when his little tank filled up, he 'sploded on the carpet. When Mo’i and Lea were puppies (and we didn’t crate-train them), we had dozens and dozens of “accidents” before they were truly house-trained. This was miserable for both them and us; the difference with Miki is just mind-boggling. He now wakes up very regularly once each night, and yips to let us know we need to take him out (Debbie has that chore). Otherwise he’s sleeping peacefully through nearly every night, to our relief. Mornings are a special adventure right now. Debbie takes him out of the crate while I’m still lolling in bed, and she “launches” him onto the quilt. He is so obviously overjoyed to see us in the morning; very endearing. Each morning, after being launched onto the quilt, he wiggles up to my face just as fast as he can go, smiling and squealing with delight, and covering me with “puppy kisses” when he gets there. Then he and I play for a couple of minutes while Debbie does the really important thing: fix his morning kibble. Dry food with a splash of warm water is his favorite treat, and when Debbie comes back into the bedroom with the bowl he forgets all about me, and totally focuses on that bowl of food. The look on his little face says it all: “Ah, there’s nothing like the smell of a bowl of warm kibble in the morning!"

As always, click on the little pictures to get a larger view.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Passing

My Aunt Betty — my mother’s oldest sister — died very early this morning. Her death was not at all unexpected; she’d had numerous health problems, and the past few weeks she’d been heading downhill in an unambiguous fashion. Just a few days ago, my mom told me she was expecting Aunt Betty’s death at any time. She knew Aunt Betty was ready to go, tired of suffering the effects of old age and disease.

From my mother:

Aunt Betty died early this morning. She went very peacefully and one of her favorite nurses was with her. I am including in this message an email sent to me from Lorraine (the granddaughter she just met this year) I hope you all get the chance to meet her some day, she is a very special person. I am at peace with the death, she suffered much too long. But I shall miss her terribly.

My memories of Aunt Betty are all from years ago, in the 50s and 60s, when I was growing up in central New Jersey on the family farm, and Aunt Betty and Uncle Bill lived in different places on the east coast. If I recall correctly, at one point they lived in Connecticut, and later (for sure) in northern New Jersey. Every once in a while — a few times a year, at most — my family would pile into our car and head to Aunt Betty’s house for a visit. These were fascinating experiences for me, for several reasons…

First, there were a bazillion cousins. I was never able to keep track of them all — it seemed like each visit or two there was a new one, and the oldest one was an adult when I was a small child. Every nook and cranny of their house held a cousin or two. Noise and chaos filled the house.

Then there was the beer and cigarettes in evidence (our house never had any alcohol, and my mom quit smoking in the late 50s).

And words we’d never heard before — and had no clue what they meant (except we were sure they were naughty) — were freely exchanged by even the little cousins.

And Aunt Betty…she was so disrespectful of my mom that I was quite taken aback on several occasions, and surprised at my mom’s laughing acceptance.

There were dark mutterings about “problems” with Uncle Bill, which as a child I never understood. Now I understand (without knowing most of the details) that their marriage was very troubled, and there was much unhappiness for Aunt Betty.

But in her later years, Aunt Betty’s children and grandchildren became her main source of happiness. While I did not witness this myself (as I live 2,500 miles away), for several years now I’ve been hearing stories from my mom about how Aunt Betty was being visited by her kids (and by my mom), and was having many happy experiences. For at least the past year or so, Aunt Betty’s been mostly (or entirely) in nursing homes or hospitals — but even that experience was often a good one, as she was fortunate to have caring and competent staff who took to her brash manners. And of course frequent visits from her family.

Then there was Lorraine (mentioned in my mom’s note). Lorraine is a grand-daughter that Aunt Betty had never met until late last year (for reasons that shall remain private, and are irrelevant to this story). Lorraine had never known her family, but went a-googling for information about it last year — and found my web site, with its genealogy information. She contacted me, I put her in touch with my mom, and late last year there was a happy reunion. Since that first meeting, Lorraine was able to visit my Aunt Betty and her children several times — to much joy and satisfaction on all sides.

From Lorraine, my aunt’s grand-daughter, to my mom:

[some private stuff excised]

I am so glad that I got to know Grandma and see her as often as I could this past 9 months or so. She was a wonderful and special person and I’m honored to have had the pleasure of meeting her, let alone be related to her.

When we lose people that we love, words are sometimes never appropriate. However, I always remember something that I read as a child and took to heart. “When a loved one becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.” I’ve had so many other treasures in my life and now, one more perfect treasure to add to my own personal treasure chest. Each one is kept in my heart and is thought of often. Grandma will be sadly missed but never forgotten.

Please accept my condolences on Grandma’s passing as, to me, you are perhaps enduring the greatest loss. You have known her the longest and experienced the most with her; thus, having the greatest loss.

Please take care and rather than only feel the loss, also remember all the blessings.

Goodbye, Aunt Betty. I’ll remember you very fondly…

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Continued

My heroic reader Jeff, having worked his way through two of my posts (most recently this one, has even more to say (again, tackled piece-by-piece):

Tom, thank you for responding to my comment. Your response was both informative and troubling. In some respects your writing style is very serious and formal, but all the talk of 'moonbats', 'lamestream media' and the deragatory usage of the word liberal really does detract from your statements.

I’ve railed about the uncivil tone of the political discourse myself — and here I’m being upbraided for doing it myself <smile>. But I’m guilty as charged; it happens when my fear of what the modern liberals are doing to the America I love — and frustration about my inability to do anything about it — overtake my reason.

I’m curious what Jeff’s take is on the tone of both the posts and the comments on the premeir leftish sites like the Daily Kos, moveon.org, Atrios, and the Huffington Post…

Like I said, your response was informative, and your knowledge of US politics is vastly superior to mine, so I will not respond to every point, but I would like to say a few things. This story is one example of the type of things I was thinking of when I commented that this program could be abused. I know from the previous post that you would like to see these leakers revealed and punished, so this probably will not bother you that the database setup to collect information on terrorists might be used to gain information about those with no ties to terrorism, but it bothers me. I would have no problem with the administration going through the judicial process to find out who these reporters have been talking to, but the idea of these hidden means bothers me.

The story Jeff refers to is about some ABC News reporters who were told by an unamed source that their phone numbers were being tracked by federal investigators. A round of secondary news stories (and commentary) have linked this story with the NSA datamining project, using the assumption that the datamining project was the source of the investigator’s information.

My opinion: it’s way too early to read anything whatsoever into this story. First of all, it’s a single, unattributed source this information is coming from — who knows if it’s even true? Secondly (as even ABC News reported), even if the story is true, there’s no indication that the information came from the NSA datamining project. The timing of this story makes me very suspicious — it’s so convenient for the left-leaning folks. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised to find out that it’s an old story re-published, or that it can’t be substantiated, and is simply a political tactic to help derail the NSA datamining operation. Jeff seems to have been sucked into the assumption that the information came from the NSA datamining project, and comments that he’d be ok with it if the phone number capture was judicially approved — but note that nowhere in the story is there any indication that judicial approval was not obtained. It may be exactly the kind of case Jeff approves of — though many people (including some rather over-the-top commenters on the story) seem to be assuming otherwise.

I’ll go one further, though. Suppose for a moment that ABC News was chasing a story about a secret intelligence-gathering program that was tracking down Al Qaida members. Suppose further that some government official, for whatever reasons, was leaking information about it to the ABC News reporters. Such leaks would be (a) illegal, (b) detrimental to the welfare of this country, and (c) harmful to our efforts in the war on terror. Jeff, if I’m understanding him correctly, would approve of monitoring telephone numbers called in an investigation on something like this, if judicially approved. My opinion: we’re fighting a war here, folks — we don’t have the luxury of time or the luxury of resources to pursue judicial permission for every intelligence lead we get. When actionable intelligence is received in a war, our frontline soldiers, sailors, and domestic law enforcement must be free to act on that intelligence just as quickly as they can. Back to my hypothetical case: the faster our law enforcement folks could shut down that leaker, the less damage would be done to our efforts — and a “hole” in our security is plugged. I not only approve of such efforts, I demand — as a citizen of a country at war — that our government do so.

What other groups of people, that are not terrorists, will this database be used to gain access over? But that is all speculation, it is not known if the story above is referring to the NSA database or not. That leads me to another point, that of potential. You are not worried about potential abuse, only actual abuse. I agree, potential abuse isn’t a problem, until it becomes actual abuse.

Well, I think I hear Jeff agreeing with me on this point: that the right thing to pursue is actual abuse, not potential abuse. Jeff’s worried about the potential for the NSA datamining project to be used to go after non-terrorist groups (or individuals, I presume). Unlike Jeff, I’m not worried about it at all — if the rules and boundaries are set (as we’re told they are), then I’m perfectly content to let the system operate as a tool in the war on terror (though I wish the hell our enemy didn’t know about it!). And if someone, somewhere, somewhen does break the rules, and does use the system for other purposes — then we should come down on that person like a ton of bricks. Make that two tons…

It is impossible to know if and when a potential abuse will become an actual abuse, so we put in safeguards to minimize the potential abuse from becoming an actual abuse. There is the potential that terrorists will sneak into the US through the US-Mexico border, so we have a border patrol (possibly soon to be aided by the National Guard) to make sure the terrorists don’t get into the country. As far as I know there have been no terrorists that have snuck into the country from Mexico, I’m not sure that there have been any attempts, but that does not stop us from guarding against that potential. (Something curious to look at is that there have been attempts by terrorists to come into the US from Canada (New Year’s 2000), but that border is not nearly as patrolled or as secure as the US-Mexico border). There are many other examples of potentials for abuse where we do take precautions to minimize the chance of the potentials becoming actuals. There is potential for abuse (of many things, not just this NSA database) by members of the government, and that is a reason why the founding fathers put in the checks of the judicial and legislative branches on the executive. I would be far less critical of these programs if there was judicial oversight.

Jeff raises securing the border as an example of a safeguard that attempts to prevent a potential abuse from becoming an actual abuse. Border security is something I’ve posted about before; the short version is that I believe it’s a futile gesture — real border security, if it’s even possible, would be so expensive that we’d never actually do it.

I’m not entirely sure what point Jeff is trying to make here, but my eyes stopped at the “judicial oversight”. Why? Because this is a great example of the current liberal strategy, well-articulated by liberal leaders, and Jeff has obviously bought into it. The strategy is straight-forward: put control in the hands of the judicicary (not the balance that Jeff voiced, and that our founding fathers really did want). Liberal strategists noted (this was in the late '60s, early '70s) that those pesky voters were voting down liberal programs, but left-leaning judges could override the voters on Constitutional grounds. Those strategists noted that while the left might never have a majority of votes, if they had even a minority of judges in their pocket, then it wouldn’t matter. And they outlined a strategy for getting there.

Roe v. Wade is an excellent example of the results of this effort. Polls consistently report that a clear majority of American voters do not support abortion on demand, except in cases of crime (e.g., rape) or when the mother’s life is endangered. Not even the left disputes that, though they don’t like it very much. Harry Blackmun (the key vote on the Supreme Court ruling) was one of those judges the left wanted on their side — and his finding of privacy rights “emanating” from Constitutional clauses did exactly what the left wanted: it supported the left’s cause by overriding the voters.

That’s not the America I want, Jeff. I do not want that kind of “judicial oversight”. I want judges to be involved after there’s a problem (as the Founding Fathers intended), not before. I want judges to interpret laws (and the Constitution) as they were written and as they were intended, and not on the basis of emanations, foreign law, or political agendas. I have less faith in individual judges than I do in the collective voters — putting my fate in the hands of an uncontrolled judiciary is a very frightening thing to me…

It has been reported that Qwest did not give the information to the NSA because they felt that it was against the law, and that there were legal means the government could go through to get the information, but they did not. If this information is so important, why didn’t they upon rejection, get a court order to require the company to turn over the records?

Well, there are lots of things being reported about Qwest’s refusal. I’ve read several reports that the government is pursuing a court order. I also read that Qwest didn’t actually refuse — they demanded payment, and the government refused that. Another piece of context, not irrelevant, I think: Qwest is embroiled in a huge criminal scandal at the moment, with ongoing investigations and prosecutions. Bottom line is that I don’t know what the heck is going on there — but I surely wouldn’t assume that their behavior was altruistically motivated.

I worry about the amounts of power, presumably unchecked by the legislature and courts, that we’re giving to the executive branch and the intelligence agencies.

And I worry about exactly the opposite. I worry that our executive branch (including the intelligence agencies) is so hamstrung by political considerations that they cannot operate effectively. I worry that this hamstringing will lead to another unnecessarily successful attack by the Islamic fundamentalist terrorists. I worry that those terrorists are laughing in their hidey-holes at how the “useful idiots” in America are helping their cause. I worry that exposed (or even worse — unattempted) intelligence efforts are causing American blood to be spilled.

As far as my question about encryption, it was less a legal question and more a moral question (the kind of question I find far more interesting). My question wasn’t worded very well originally. A less ambigous question would be, Should the non-bad guys refrain from using encryption so the intelligence agencies can focus on a smaller amount of encrypted traffic?

Ah, yes, that is rather a different question.

From a technical point of view, I don’t think this would actually make any difference at all. The intelligence agencies can (and I’m sure, do) just ignore the encrypted traffic from the good guys. The presence of that traffic doesn’t impede their efforts against the bad guys in any way that I can think of. Are you imagining that the presence of encrypted traffic from the good guys makes it harder to find the bad guys? I’m sure that’s not the case at all, for two reasons: (1) encrypted traffic can easily be hidden by distributing it amongst unencrypted traffic (that’s the essence of steganography), and (2) the intelligence agencies must also monitor unencrypted traffic, because the bad guys will use that as well (especially if they think we’re only monitoring the encrypted traffic!). No, the intelligence agencies have to identify the bad guys' traffic (encrypted or not) by other means. Having the good guys refrain from encrypting wouldn’t do a darned thing to help…

I have another not-completely-related question I’d like to ask while I’m here, what is your opinion on a national gun registry?

Hmmm… I wonder how Jeff thinks this is a related topic?

I’m sure he won’t be surprised to find that I am very much against a national guns registry — even though we’re partway there already. I own three guns (a revolver, a shotgun, and a .22 varmint rifle), and the federal government already knows about my owning all three of them (through the paperwork process required before I could legally buy them).

I’ve had this debate with several leftish friends already. They all seem to have trouble understanding how I could possibly object to simply registering my guns. My objections boil down to just two fundamental ones:

First, on philosophical grounds that Jeff must be familiar with by now: registration is a presumptive remedy. In the lexicon we’ve evolved in this debate, gun registration tackles the potential abuse, not the actual abuse. I want to live in a country that goes after the actual abusers, not the potential abusers. I don’t want a nanny state, with bureaucrats giving me permission for my every move; I want to live in the state our Founding Fathers envisioned, wherein I can do as I damn well please — until I violate a law we’ve all agreed on, in which case I get thoroughly and appropriately spanked.

Second, on practical grounds: history tells us that gun registration would be the first step down a slippery slope that’s been well-traveled. There are many direct analogs in history — all dismissed by the left in a cavalier fashion that simply terrifies me. The most notorious are the Nazis and the Soviet Union (both instituted gun registration, which was followed by more and more restrictions on gun ownership, and eventually in universal gun confiscation), but there are many other less notorious examples more recently, especially in Europe. In every case, the gun registration was introduced as a stand-alone measure, with no intention of being morphed into gun control — and in every case, gun control in varying degrees was the eventual result. The most recent example is our neighbor Canada, where gun registration was instituted, and where now gun control is being debated (after many promises that this would never occur!).

Implicit in the two points above is a belief that I hold that the freedom to own weapons is a fundamental American right. It’s the ultimate check on our government’s power over us. An unarmed population is an irresistable lure for despots (to anyone who doubts this, I recommend a healthy dose of history study)…and less flagrant forms of power-grabbing. And the right to own weapons is also closely tied with the right to defend one’s home, family, and property (a right that has nearly disappeared in Europe)…

Monday, May 15, 2006

Miki Report

Miki (our new field spaniel puppy) is now 13 weeks old. He’s visibly larger, and I’d estimate he now wieghs 20 pounds. His shape is also visibly changing — he’s transforming from the chubby little puppy we picked up three weeks ago into an adult male dog. I meant to get some pictures yesterday, but events overtook us. I’ll try again today…

Yesterday evening we had a “first": Miki got into a boisterous play session with our two adult field spaniels. With Lea (our adult female) the play was especially intense; Mo’i (our adult male) mostly tagged along behind. We were watching a movie when this play session began, but we had to pause the movie because of the doggy din — it was loud! All three of the dogs were having a lot of fun, but little Miki was having the time of his life. He zoomed around the room, dove under furniture, yapped his fool head off, and “attacked” the adult dogs head-on, fearlessly. Between his fierce puppy barks and his endless antics, he had the human observers rolling around the floor, laughing their fool heads off. Debbie loved the moments when Miki would catch sight of her (sitting on the floor), and would bound into her lap for a moment of caressing — before he rocketed off after Lea or Mo’i one more time. I particularly enjoyed seeing Lea (who is our oldest dog) leaping and playing like a fantastically agile puppy…

Steyn on the NSA

The always-observant Mark Steyn notes that the lamestream media is (a) quick to criticize the government after a successful terrorist attack, and (b) quick to criticize the government’s attempts to prevent terrorist attacks. He points out that they seem to have two templates ready for instant use:

From “To connect the dots, you have to see the dotsby Mark Steyn:

Template A (note to editors: to be used after every terrorist atrocity): “Angry family members, experts and opposition politicians demand to know why complacent government didn’t connect the dots."

Template B (note to editors: to be used in the run-up to the next terrorist atrocity): “Shocking new report leaked to New York Times for Pulitzer Prize Leak Of The Year Award nomination reveals that paranoid government officials are trying to connect the dots! See pages 3,4,6,7,8, 13-37."

As the Instapundit would say, read the whole thing!

Of course this kind of “reporting” has an effect, and it’s not exactly a subtle one. The majority of Americans get their news from sources using Mr. Steyn’s templates (on all political stories, not just the NSA datamining). Darned few bother to look under any other rocks…

You might well ask what I believe would be the right response from the media in these circumstances. Glad you asked! What they really should do, if they’re positioning themselves as news sources, is to report the facts — without editorializing by omission, without selecting what to investigate by some agenda of their own, and without cherry-picking “facts” to support positions they endorse. Mr. Steyn’s “templates” are, I believe, symptoms of the biased lamestream media.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

NSA Datamining

Jeff, one member of the tiny cadre of regular JamulBlog readers, doesn’t agree with my take on the NSA datamining project. His comments are interesting, but long and detailed — it’s clear he’s thought about this topic, and done some reading about it. What follows is a point-by-point commentary on Jeff’s points…

Jeff starts:

I am against this program. I don’t consider myself a Democrat, nor do I consider myself a Republican, I might be a little more liberal than conservative but I don’t fit easily into one place on the political spectrum. There are various reasons why I am against this program, and I’ll try to explain a couple of them here.

Like Jeff, my politics are hard to characterize in a single label. I have no party affiliation. On the political spectrum, I’d make a three-dimensional one (libertarian, liberal, conservative) — and in that world, I’d be partway from the center toward the libertarian/conservative corner, a bit closer to libertarian…

I don’t know about the legality of this. I’ve heard the President and the phone companies say everything they’re doing is within the law, and I’ve heard the law professors say that they can’t think of a way this would be done legally.

I’ve not read any credible source (I don’t count lamestream media talking heads amongst these, nor do I count the ACLU) arguing that the NSA’s datamining project is clearly illegal; Jeff doesn’t cite any so I don’t have any way to rebut them. I have read several very credible sources that either defend the legality of the project, or that say the relevant law is confused or conflicting. Powerline has an interesting discussion here citing some law that seems to clearly give the government the right to those phone records in a terrorist investigation — but it’s not clear exactly what is meant by “terrorist investigation” (a good example of the ambiguity in the law). Does “terrorist investigation” mean some specific investigation of some specific terrorist incident? Or may it also mean the general investigation of terrorists? Orin Kerr, posting at the Volokh Conspiracy, has an extended discussion about the legality of the data mining effort, full of complex detail — but not full of certainty. These two posts are the best examples I’ve found of credible uncertainty with respect to the legality of the NSA datamining project. All the other credible sources I’ve read are persuaded that it is fully legal.

I’ll leave this topic with one last comment: if it turns out to be the case that the NSA’s project is illegal under current law, then I believe the law should be changed. I want the NSA pursuing efforts like these to track down terrorists — and I am completely unworried about any loss of my privacy due to the government having my billing records. As the aforementioned Powerline post notes (along with a bazillion others): I have already given up any real privacy to those records long ago — the phone companies are free as a matter of law to give (or sell) those records to anyone they like, except the government (which of course the NSA is part of). We already have no privacy with respect to those records.

[R]egardless of the legality, why didn’t congress know this was going on? Regardless of political affiliation it seems many congressmen were caught very off guard by this and are now asking questions (among them, why didn’t we know about this?). It’s one thing to keep a program like this secret by not telling the public about it. It’s another thing to keep it so secret that many (if not all) members of the legislative branch don’t know about it.

On this point I believe Jeff is simply misinformed. The normal process for classified operations is that a small group of specifically designated legislators — selected by their peers — are given clearances and special access consistent with their oversight responsibilities. This program was disclosed to them (as the members of the oversight committee have publicly affirmed). The fact that it was not disclosed to other legislators is the perfectly normal way we handle our clandestine affairs, for so many obvious and good reasons that I won’t even try to debate them here. I will point you to a Hot Air segment that looks at the NSA’s Cryptologic Museum — and touches on this need for secrecy at the end.

On a related point, it’s worth noting that the NSA’s data mining project has been public for almost six months — it’s not “new” news. For example, the New York Times wrote about it last December. It’s in the news now because those moonbat lapdogs in the lamestream media believe that stirring up a fuss about the NSA’s programs will help defeat General Hayden’s nomination as CIA Director (General Hayden oversaw the implementation of those NSA programs). As best I can determine, the existence of the NSA program was first leaked in late summer of last year. The only elements leaked recently (that I know of) are the names of the participating companies.

A second point, related to the first is that Alberto Gonzalez, when testifying before congress (although not under oath, why not?) about the previous information to come out about NSA wiretapping citizens in the US making or receiving international calls (without a warrant, even though the FISA would allow them to do it, then get a warrant up to 72 hours after the fact) told congress that the NSA program was very limited in scope. While these two programs are not identical, they are somewhat similar.

I will respectfully disagree with Jeff on this point — I don’t believe that the programs are similar at all. Mr. Gonzalez was testifying about wiretapping operations, wherein the NSA was actually listening to the conversations. Wiretapping and call records are covered by very different law, very different procedures, and are completely different programs.

As to Mr. Gonzalez not testifying under oath — my understanding is that such “informational” testimony is normal when seeking information from legal representatives (and Mr. Gonzalez was President Bush’s representative). I’m no expert on this, but I’ve been told that this maneuver is the agreed way to handle the conflicts of interest that are intrinsic in such testimony, especially with regard to the full disclosure obligations inherent in testifying under oath (the famous “full truth” clause). One thing I do know is that many attorneys, for presidents (and other government officials) of both parties have made use of this process. Remember Ron Brown, Clinton’s Commerce Secretary? He was under investigation on corruption charges (and likely would have been indicted); during the investigation his attorney testified before Congress — but not under oath.

I can think of some scenarios where this database could be dangerous to the privacy of Americans, although I do agree that it alone is not nearly as bad as many people think it is. But I don’t like the direction things are going. While they might only have a phone number in a database, it isn’t difficult at all to find out whom that phone number belongs to (especially if the phone companies are so willing to cooperate).

Unlike Jeff, I have trouble thinking of any scenario where disclosure of phone numbers and names (I believe the NSA has the names as part of their database) is a privacy concern. It’s not as though the government doesn’t know who we are and where we live today. And remember — we already have no right to privacy with respect to disclosure of that data to non-government entities. In other words, the phone companies already have the right (which they use routinely!) to sell that information to other non-governmental parties.

I’d like to hear Jeff’s troublesome scenario…

Every time I hear someone make this argument (that our anti-terrorist efforts are violating our civil rights), I go through a thought exercise with two parts:

— Can I convince myself that the program is likely to yield results?

— Does the benefit outweigh the impact to my civil rights?

On that first point, I have no trouble convincing myself that the NSA’s datamining project could yield valuable intelligence. To cite just one example: suppose that (through other intelligence efforts) the NSA knows the cell phone number for a fire-breathing imam in Pakistan. There’s an obvious direct benefit to mining this database to find out all the conversations anyone in the US has had with this imam. There will be innocent conversations (probably the majority) in that mix — but surely not all of them would be. But even more interesting — and this is enabled by the datamining — would be to look for patterns in the various parties called. For example, suppose that it turns out (in the preceding example) that the imam had talked with 100 people in the US — and 5 of those people had all talked to the same previously unknown phone number in Iraq. I would hope that our intelligence services are pursuing information like that!

On the second point, since I see no negative impact on my civil rights because of the NSA’s datamining project, and I do see a benefit — then clearly the balance looks positive to me.

One thing I always wonder when I hear people concerned about civil liberties threats: where, exactly, do they see the threat? Jeff cites nothing specific — just “…I don’t like the direction things are going…” — and, so far as I can tell, the same is true for all the politicians (primarily Democrats, which is hard to ignore) hollering about it. I’d like for someone to tell me exactly what rights of mine are in such danger. And I’d especially like them to explain to me how that danger (assuming someone can even identify it for me) is anything even approximating the magnitude of the danger we all face from radial Islamic terrorists.

I think what’s really going on with most of these politicians is a combination of two things: simple partisanship, rising above patriotic concern for the country’s welfare, and a disbelief in the clear and present danger of radical Islam. The barking moonbat liberal wing of American polity has, I’m afraid, adopted the former tactic and latter belief. When I hear someone like Schumer, McCain, Daschle, or Kennedy speak on subjects like this…I simply cannot believe that they are sincere in their patriotism.

Last, just like I think the dangers of the program are somewhat overblown, I also think the dangers to national security by this program being uncovered are overblown as well. I like to think that the real bad guys aren’t making phone calls and communicating over the internet in the same way normal people do (if so I would hope they would have been caught long ago). My guess is that they’re using strong encryption online and pre-paid cell phones that can’t be traced back to them when they need to communicate over the phone or internet. So this program doesn’t directly affect them. So you have to question exactly what this program is doing, and why the fact that it’s known is so harmful to our security. I can think of one possible thing this program is doing to protect our national security: analyzing the phone call links of those people that aren’t directly a threat, but might know someone that is (whether they know that person is or not). These are people that feel they have nothing to hide, if they did have intentions to commit crimes they would be taking measures to protect themselves like I mentioned above. So even with this information out in the open that the NSA is creating a database of our phone records, they aren’t going to feel the need to change anything, and the NSA will still get all the data just as they did before.

Jeff’s essential point here is that (my rewording) the bad guys aren’t stupid enough to be caught by programs like this, so disclosing the existence of the program isn’t such a big deal.

On this point I believe that Jeff is badly misinformed. There are many examples in the public record of exactly this kind of intelligence exploitation of stupid procedure by the bad guys. Perhaps the most famous of these amongst the terrorists was Bin Laden’s use of unencrypted satellite phones — until, that is, our interception of his calls was disclosed by our press (and after they were asked not to do so!). During the Afghanistan invasion, we made extensive use of cell phone intercepts where the bad guys things so stupid as to pass belief (such as discussing specific tactics and timing of impending attacks); this is well documented in the public record. Here in the U.S., law enforcement officials have publicly (and loudly!) complained about the disclosure of (to my knowledge) “dumpster diving” operations (examining the garbage of suspects for clues), credit card transaction history examinations, EZ pass history datamining, and specific surveillance techniques. Sorry, Jeff — but it is incontrovertably true that the bad guys often do stupid things — and that those stupid things are exploitable //only so long as the fact that we’re exploiting them is secret.//

As to the terrorists use of strong encryption (and other technological means for maintaining secrecy): I would recommend (for anyone) a careful reading of Bruce Schneier’s books — especially his more recent volumes. Mr. Schneier is a world-renowned cryptanalyst (whom I once had the distinct pleasure of meeting). After years of work in his field, he figured out a basic truth: the flaws in most systems for secrecy are in process and human participation. They are far more vulnerable to social engineering attacks and exploitation of stupid behavior than they are to technical attack. His books, and the insights they contain, are sobering material for anyone interested in security.

I can add to that my own experiences in the U.S. Navy. I won’t describe specifics here, for obvious reasons. The ship I was on (the U.S.S. Long Beach) was nuclear powered, and sometimes carried nuclear weapons. Security was a concern. Several times a year, friendly pseudo-adversaries (I believe they were operatives of the NIS) attempted to penetrate the “secure spaces” on the ship. These included the radio room (where highly classified traffic could be found), the Combat Information Center (where I normaly worked), and the missile rooms (where nuclear warheads could be found). These penetration attempts were made by unarmed men who either talked their way in (a social engineering attack) or who directly exploited stupid behavior amongst the sailors. In my four years on the ship, these teams succeeded each and every time. My point: even the good guys, allegedly well-trained and disciplined, have stupid behaviors that can be exploited. But only so long as we don’t know they’re being exploited…

I also don’t understand why you and Rick Morgan among others are so quick to dismiss the potential for abuse. There is a potential for abuse, I don’t have any credible evidence that this database will be abused, but you don’t have any way of ensuring that it won’t be abused. Is there anything to stop the government from using this database for analyzing the calling habits of groups that are in no way affiliated with al qaeda? Would you still be in support of this program if it did include names associated with the phone numbers? What if it included gps tracking data from cell phones (the FCC requires all new cell phones to include gps tracking units)? Is there anything to prevent this sort of data collection in the future?

The key to understanding how I respond to Jeff’s points above is this: the word “potential”. I don’t give a hoot about “potential abuse", and I’ll dismiss it all day long. To make my point in an exteme way: there an awful lot of potential abuse in an aircraft carrier. Just think what mischief a rogue captain could pursue! Let’s ban aircraft carriers!

What I do care about is actual abuse. Through all the liberal hysteria, I have yet to hear about a single case of signifcant civil rights abuse of U.S. citizens occurring in the war on terror. If and when such abuse occurs, then I’d be all for prosecuting the sorry sack of s__t who did it the fullest extent of the law.

Hah! I just thought of an even better example to make my point. Duke Cunningham is in jail because of his actual abuse of our laws — and I’ll be a happy guy if he dies in prison. Harsh, aren’t I? But just think of all the potential abuse represented by every other porking Congressman or Senator! We’d better jump on that one right away, and ban those folks from office!

Almost anything has the potential for abuse. Who cares? What matters, really, is what is abused.

And please remember, it’s not only the American left that is up in arms over this program. Arlen Specter was asking questions about it, and said he plans to have congressional hears over the program. He is not a crazy American left “Moonbat” but rather a Republican senator.

Arlen Specter not a moonbat? Puh-lease, Jeff, cut me a break. I can hear him barking even way out here in Jamul <smile>! Senator Specter is the king of the RINOs (Republicans In Name Only), and almost a caricature of the posturing politician who sees almost anything strictly in terms of how he can best leverage it politically. To me, he and McCain are the best two examples of that species within the Republican part (though certainly not the only ones, by any means). For reasons I don’t even begin to understand, the Democratic party seems to be blighted with large numbers of these despicable creatures — Tom Daschle and Ted Kennedy being prime examples…

This is not entirely related, but not completely unrelated, I have to wonder and will ask, what is your take on using encryption on the internet? Obviously the bad guys use it, should be try to prevent that? Should we try to prevent the non-bad guys from using encryption so that all of the encrypted traffic the NSA collects is from bad guys and they don’t waste their time cracking unimportant communications?

I think trying to prevent the use of encryption on the Internet is an exercise in futility. That particular cat is completely out of the bag and running around like crazy — industrial-strength encryption technology is widely and openly available (for free, even). This includes even the technology for undetectably hidden encrypted messages (steganography). This means that anybody who wants to know how to send secure messages already has access to the technology required to do so — there’s nothing we can do to prevent its use, or even to detect its use (if the user even bothers to hide it).

Really this is another of those “potential for abuse” issues — should we ban encryption because some bad guy might use it? As a matter of philosophy, my reflexive response to any such situation is “Hell, no! You prosecute the abuser, by appropriate means in the circumstances.” Wanting to “protect” us all from all “potential dangers” is very much a liberal mindset — and very contrary to a libertarian mindset. Please don’t “protect” me from encryption — or guns, or NSA datamining.

... What is your take on this story: Is there any reason for this denial of clearance? These are DOJ lawayers that seemingly should have the proper authority to look into this matter. Who denied them the clearance? This is one example of a reason I am weary about the story above.

This was news to me; I had to follow your link (and do some Googling) to get informed. There are several interesting threads on this one:

— According to the news reports, it was the NSA who denied the lawyers a clearance. Having been in the military, with a security clearance, I can tell you this much: clearances are denied to individuals, not categories of people. I will not presume that the NSA is acting in bad faith — their job is to protect us, and part of that job includes deciding who is trustworthy enough to get a clearance. I have no idea who those lawyers were, but I am perfectly willing to go with the NSA’s judgement about their trustworthiness. No news report suggested that no lawyer could get clearances, just not these lawyers.

— Hinchey (the New York Democratic Congressman pushing for the investigation that got shut down for lack of clearance) is one of a group of Democrats who can be counted on to object to just about anything President Bush does. This time (on the NSA wiretaps — not the case we’re discussing above), however, he’s opened a hornet’s nest that the Democratic party leaders have been rapidly distancing themselves from — because the public’s reaction to the NSA Al Qaida wiretaps is so overwhelmingly positive. So from a Democratic political perspective, the best thing that could happen to Hinchey’s investigation is that it get shut down by the Bush administration (or at least appear to have done so). So with my jaundiced political maneuvering weather eye, I suspect that Hinchey leaped on the denial of clearances as an excuse.

— A corollary to the above is that Karl Rove, I’m sure, would like nothing more than for this investigation to continue — in the most public possible way. From a political perspective, the NSA’s Al Qaida wiretap program is a stunning success — what could be better for the Republicans than the public spectacle of the Democrats railing against it? I can see the campaign ads now…

Nope, it makes no sense for Republicans to be maneuvering behind the scenes to deny these clearances. A far more plausible scenario is this: the particular lawyers who applied for a clearance were denied that clearance for some good reason, and the Democrats seized on that as a way to exit from the investigation in a politically advantageous way.

Don’t you just hate this stuff? I pine for the days (if they ever really existed) when our government was full of men there to serve their country, to give back a little — instead of the power and money driven political culture we have today…