Needless Complexity...

One of the many challenges in software development is avoiding complexity that serves no good purpose. As a particular program matures, and more programmers work on it, the almost inescapable tendency is for more and more of this needless complexity to be introduced. This happens for lots of reasons – new programmers working on code that they don't understand well (and therefore don't realize that there are simple ways to do things), programmers thinking in complex ways about problems that are actually simple, programmers not thinking a design through, etc. There are some patterns: sophisticated programmers with heads full of academic knowledge about algorithms and systems analysis will often make complexity mountains out of complexity molehills; their deep understanding somehow leads them to ignore (or miss) opportunities for simplification. Mind you, I'm as vulnerable to these things as the next programmer – I'm observing here a phenomenon that is almost universal in my own experience. However, the “strength” of the tendency varies radically from individual to individual – some engineers have a real talent for finding simple solutions; others have a real talent for finding complexity even in areas where most engineers see the simple solution.

I just read an interesting essay on this very subject, by Ryan Tomayko. It's called Insects and Entropy, and here's a sample (but do go read the whole thing!):

Right before the class ended the dumb kid asked Jon to take a look at his insect. Jon had to fight the urge to laugh out loud when he saw that the entire insect was a mere 25 lines of code that barely made it through the compiler and with some lines having no chance of even being executed. The dumb kid had not even configured his insect's basic set of traits but had left them at the professor provided defaults.

Looking more closely, Jon found that the insect was programmed to do the same thing every time it had a turn to move:

1. Rotate 90 degrees.
2. Attack.

Turn and then attack. That's it? Jon asked, to which the dumb kid replied, Do you think I'll pass?

Jon tried to give the dumb kid some ideas on making his insect more advanced but the dumb kid wasn't interested. Jon decided that the dumb kid would most assuredly not pass.

The next day the competition was on. The professor loaded up the simulation program and everyone hooked their insects into the system. The dumb kid was late and then couldn't figure out how to get his insect loaded up. Jon helped him out while mumbling something about futility...

Benazir Bhutto...

Politics in Pakistan are amongst the most bizarre in the world; even the locals appear amazed at the twists and turns it takes. This morning one of the most visible people in Pakistani politics was assassinated: Benazir Bhutto. Herself the daughter of a Pakistani prime minister (executed after being convicted of ordering the killing of a political opponent), she was twice elected Pakistan's prime minister – and twice ejected from office and sent into exile. She had returned to Pakistan just two months ago, to run for a third term as prime minister, against current prime minister (and thugocrat) Musharrif. You can read much more about her on Wikipedia.

I don't have any knowledge of who is responsible for her assassination, but she had plenty of enemies who might want her out of the way. For starters, there's Musharrif, a thugocrat who is quite used to employing violence as a political tool, and who has many powerful supporters greatly indebted to him. Then there's the Muslim hardliners, with which Pakistan abounds – they detested Ms. Bhutto, both for her “bad example” for Muslim women (she was far too uppity and independent for them), and for her stated intent of running Al Qaeda, Bin Laden, and any other mad mullahs out of Pakistan on the proverbial rail. It seems likely that one of these two groups carried out the assassination…

Where does this leave Pakistan? So far as I know, Ms. Bhutto was the only credible opposition to Musharrif – so barring some political miracle, the thug-in-chief will likely be re-elected. Not good, from our perspective. But the martyrdom of Ms. Bhutto may, in fact, lead to some political miracle. Great swaths of the Pakistani public supported her, heart and soul. Who can predict how they will react to her assassination?

The region has had more than it's share of instability and uncertainty, violence and despots. Sadly, Ms. Bhutto's assassination seems of a piece with many other elements of recent history there. It would be wonderful if somehow this provoked a popular revolution that tossed both the thugs and Al Qaeda out on their ears, but I'm not holding my breath on that one. It seems much more likely, unfortunately, that what gets provoked is more violence and heartache in a region that has all too much of it already…

Christmas Torture...

It's a Christmas tradition around here – it's the day we torture our dogs by dressing them up in humiliating dog costumes and force them to stand still for what must seem like hours to them, just so we can take a few photos. But it's just possible that the dog treats afterwards make it all worthwhile for them…

Today our long-suffering pooches were all asleep in the livingroom, which is all warm and cozy because of the fire in the woodstove. They were roused from their lazy, happy naps and forced into these silly costumes. How rude!

The looks on their faces says it all. Mo'i (the rightmost in the group photos) is particularly aggreived. Miki (the leftmost in the group photos, and the one in all the single photos) was the star of today's photo shoot. He was exceptionally good – Debbie would tell him to “sit!” and “stay!”, and for 10 or 15 minutes at a time, that's exactly what he would do. His face is also very expressive, with his little confused and wondering expression…

Merry Christmas, everyone, from the tortured dogs in the chaparral!

Christmas Eve Dinner...

Debbie and I love to cook, and of course the holidays provide us with a nice opportunity to go overboard. This evening we'll be dining with our close friends Jim and Michelle, and we've been working on our feast all day long. Today was the “day of chopping” – everything we made required several herbs or vegetables to be chopped!

For our appetizers, we'll be having crab cakes made with Dungeness crab and a southwestern-style recipe with fresh thyme, Italian parsley, and ripe red bell pepper adding flavor and color. The crab cakes are chilling in the refrigerator as I post this entry. We also made an herbed tartar sauce to accompany it, and this turned out really well – both Debbie and I like this better than any tartar sauce we've ever had.

Our second course is a lovely soup; it's all done, we just have to heat it up. The soup is based on chicken stock, butternut squash, apples, and onions. It's heavily flavored with herbs, especially fresh thyme. We're planning to serve this with a dollop of sour cream in each bowl...

The entrée is smoked ham with a honey-citrus glaze. We bought a ten pound ham, so we'll have plenty of leftover sandwich meat! Along with the ham we'll have sautéed mushrooms (oyster, shiitake, and browntops) in an herbed wine sauce; the primary flavors are from fresh rosemary and thyme. For “bread”, we'll have something new to us: an odd kind of bread called “spoon bread”, based on corn meal and flavored with leeks and gruyére cheese, along with basil and thyme. We'll have champagne with the meal.

If we can possibly manage a dessert after all that, we'll be having creme brulée – a simple, plain, and outrageously rich custard flavored with vanilla beans. These are supposed to have a carmelized sugar covering; you use a blow-torch to heat the sugar to just the right point. But I just discovered that I have no propane for my blow-torch, so we may be forgoing the cover, darn it…

Merry Christmas!

What He Said...

It turns out that the following is actually the distorted work of a stand-up comedian:

T. Bubba Bechtel, a part-time City Councilman from Midland , TX , was asked on a local live radio talk show the other day just what he thought of the allegations of torture of the Iraqi prisoners. His reply prompted his ejection from the studio, but to thunderous applause from the audience:

"If hooking up an Iraqi prisoner's balls to a car's battery cables will save one U.S. Marine's life, then I have just two things to say: red is positive, black is negative!"

Whatever the source, I say: “What he said!”

Given the behavior of our enemy (the fundamentalist Islamic terrorists), to me the usual arguments against torture (which I can see great merit in) don't seem to apply. They really only make sense when there is some reasonable probability that your enemy would reciprocate. In the current case, our enemy is already violating every conceivable standard of conduct in war, and shows no signs of abating. Under these circumstances, our refraining from the use of torture (however you define it) seems quite pointless to me – most especially if doing so lends our enemy any advantage whatsoever.

Undermining Jihad...

The New York Sun is reporting a fascinating development:

One of Al Qaeda's senior theologians is calling on his followers to end their military jihad and saying the attacks of September 11, 2001, were a "catastrophe for all Muslims."

In a serialized manifesto written from prison in Egypt, Sayyed Imam al-Sharif is blasting Osama bin Laden for deceiving the Taliban leader, Mullah Omar, and for insulting the Prophet Muhammad by comparing the September 11 attacks to the early raids of the Ansar warriors. The lapsed jihadist even calls for the formation of a special Islamic court to try Osama bin Laden and his old comrade Ayman al-Zawahri.

What happens to Al Qaeda when their philosophical underpinnings are yanked out? I'm not sure, but it's hard to see any way that this is bad news – and one could easily spin a very nice-sounding scenario (Al Qaeda foot-soldiers departing en masse, etc.)…

Scientific Suppression?

Here's the introduction to a report just submitted to the U.S. Senate Committee on the Environment and Public Works:

Over 400 prominent scientists from more than two dozen countries recently voiced significant objections to major aspects of the so-called "consensus" on man-made global warming. These scientists, many of whom are current and former participants in the UN IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change), criticized the climate claims made by the UN IPCC and former Vice President Al Gore.

The new report issued by the Senate Environment and Public Works Committee’s office of the GOP Ranking Member details the views of the scientists, the overwhelming majority of whom spoke out in 2007. Even the some in the establishment media now appears to be taking notice of the growing number of skeptical scientists.

In October, the Washington Post Staff Writer Juliet Eilperin conceded the obvious, writing that climate skeptics "appear to be expanding rather than shrinking." Many scientists from around the world have dubbed 2007 as the year man-made global warming fears “bites the dust.” This blockbuster Senate report lists the scientists by name, country of residence, and academic/institutional affiliation. It also features their own words, biographies, and weblinks to their peer reviewed studies and original source materials as gathered from public statements, various news outlets, and websites in 2007. This new “consensus busters” report is poised to redefine the debate.

Many of the scientists featured in this report consistently stated that numerous colleagues shared their views, but they will not speak out publicly for fear of retribution. Atmospheric scientist Dr. Nathan Paldor, Professor of Dynamical Meteorology and Physical Oceanography at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, author of almost 70 peer-reviewed studies, explains how many of his fellow scientists have been intimidated.

The backlash from skeptical scientists, which I first started to notice just a few months ago, appears to be gathering steam…

Holiday Disorders...

Another one from Mike D. (thanks!):

Holiday Diagnoses:

1) Schizophrenia - Do You Hear What I Hear, the Voices, the Voices?

2) Amnesia - I Don't Remember If I'll Be Home for Christmas

3) Narcissistic - Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

4) Manic - Deck The Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and Fire Hydrants and...

5) Multiple Personality Disorder - We Three Queens Disoriented Are

6) Paranoid - Santa Claus Is Coming to Get Us

7) Borderline Personality Disorder - You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Shout, I'm Gonna Cry, and I'll Not Tell You Why

8) Full Personality Disorder - Thoughts of Roasting You On an Open Fire

9) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells

10) Agoraphobia - I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn't Leave My House

11) Senile Dementia - Walking In a Winter Wonderland Miles from My House in My Slippers and Robe

12) Oppositional Defiant Disorder - I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus So I Burned Down the House

13) Social Anxiety Disorder - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate

14) Attention Deficit Disorder - We Wish You......Hey Look!! It's Snowing!!!

Supreme Court Ruling...

Forwarded by Mike D., tongue firmly in cheek (I think):

The Supreme Court has ruled that there cannot be a Nativity Scene in the United States Capital this Christmas season.

This isn't for any religious reason. They simply have not been able to find three wise men and a virgin in the Nation's Capitol.

However, there was no problem finding enough ASSES to fill the stable!

Unarius Videos...

If you've read this blog for a while, you may remember the Unarians – a bizarre cult headquartered in El Cajon, and owning property near our home in Lawson Valley. We “discovered” them shortly after moving to Lawson Valley in 1999, when we sighted a car belonging to the cult. It's unmistakable: a large American sedan with a model flying saucer on top and a crazy lady inside.

Click here if you want to learn more about these fruit loops.

What prompted this post was my discovery of this blog post with lots of Unarius videos (one example is below). This blogger is as amused and incredulous about the Unarians as I am. Watch the Unarian videos with this understanding: there are real people, walking amongst us unrestrained, who study these videos (and other materials distributed by the Unarians). They believe the messages in them.

I don't know about you, but to me, that's scary!

Iraq Movies...

Several movies about Iraq have recently been released: Lions for Lambs, Redacted, and The War. All of them have a distinctly anti-war message. All of them have been flops at the box office.

Meanwhile, modern technology has let troops in combat take their own movies and photos, and post them on the Internet for all to see. Some of this footage has been professionally edited and produced, but much is raw amateur stuff. Some of these have become amongst the most popular video clips on YouTube – the number of views of most of these is hundreds or thousands of times higher than the viewings of the aforementioned Hollywood movies. Some examples (with links to others) here, here, here, and below.

Isn't it interesting that those movies with the anti-war message – all major Hollywood productions, with major stars, heavy marketing, and big-name directors and producers – are all losers in the market? And that the nitty-gritty, real-life combat videos are a smash hit?

What got me going on this topic was reading a note about how the Democratic campaigns are hearing – to their apparent surprise – that American voters are not the anti-war crowd that they assumed. And the campaigns are adjusting their messaging and tactics.

Interesting. I'm just saying.

Puzzler...

Last week's puzzler was this: what caused the “erratic boulders” that are found all over the country of Estonia? Most of you (13 of 17) got it right: the erratic boulders were left by the retreating glaciers. The boulders were originally scraped from the pink granite bedrock exposed in northern and southern Finland, and then carried hundreds of miles south to Estonia. As the glaciers melted, the boulders gradually descended until finally they were left on the bare limestone ground of Estonia. The Vikings carved runes into some of these boulders, and examples of such carved boulders can be seen in many locations in Estonia. In addition, the local cultures paid attention to many of them (especially the larger ones), and many of the boulders have footpaths to them, and ladders to climb them, and these are maintained to this day. A popular roadmap made by an Estonia company has the location of hundreds of these boulders marked, and in my travels around Estonia I have visited dozens of them, just for fun.

This week's puzzler tests your knowledge about the Earth's atmosphere. You most likely know that the atmospheric pressure is highest at sea level (well, actually, at those points on the Earth that are below sea level), and that the pressure falls as you go to higher and higher elevations. But at what altitude does the atmospheric pressure fall to half the pressure at sea level?

No fair Googling until after you answer!

My Grandfather's Son...

I just finished reading this fine memoir by Clarence Thomas (Supreme Court Justice). It was not at all what I was expecting. I knew nothing whatsoever about Clarence Thomas' life other than his years at the helm of the EEOC, the Anita Hill “scandal”, and what I've read of his decisions and opinions on the Supreme Court. So I was expecting surprises, but the book delivered many more than I'd imagined…

The picture of Clarence Thomas that emerges is that of an ordinary human, with all the imperfections and failures that any of us might have. But for all his failings, I also have the impression of a good man, in the old-fashioned sense of that term. I've read quite a few of his legal opinions at this point, and they uniformly impress me with their logic, analysis, and unpretentious style – even when I don't agree with them. After reading his memoir, they seem to me to be evidence of a real victory for civil rights in America – that such a talent might rise to an office like Justice of the Supreme Court, despite having grown up in a nation full of official and enforced prejudice against him simply for being black.

I remember well the confirmation hearings and the Anita Hill debacle. At the time, without being able to hear Clarence Thomas' case in any detail, it just seemed an awful mess to me – I had no idea who was telling the truth, or who to believe. If all of Anita Hill's allegations were true, then Clarence Thomas certainly shouldn't have been confirmed; on the other hand, if the allegations were false (or largely so), then the whole affair made a travesty of the confirmation hearings and Clarence Thomas was being terribly wronged. Having read his memoir now, I've got his side of the – and his version seems to be amply confirmed by independent witnesses. I'm persuaded now that the entire Anita Hill “scandal” was manufactured by Ms. Hill and her Democratic enablers who were so eager for a reason to thwart President Bush's effort to appoint Clarence Thomas. In other words, it was just one more pathetic political charade, fully in character with the disgusting (and equally pathetic) posturings we're already seeing in both the Democratic and the Republican presidential primary races…

Quote of the Day...

From TigerHawk:

Call me an irony junkie, but I find it hilarious that the pope of the Roman Catholic Church is worried that the "dogma" of the environmental movement is more influential than scientific proof. Not saying I don't agree with him, just that I am highly entertained.

Here's the article about the pope's skepticism.
I share TigerHawk's amusement...

Even More Rain!

This past Friday through Sunday we had a second rain storm, adding about 1.35 inches to our rainfall for the year. Yahoo!

This morning, to the apparent surprise of the weather forecasters, we had some light drizzle – enough to wet the roads, but not enough to accumulate appreciably.

And the weather forecast is calling for another storm to hit on Monday. It's beginning to feel a bit l like our seven-year drought has broken. That would sure be wonderful...

Relativistic Support...

My mother-in-law is a sweet and wonderful person, and I love her dearly. She's also a nearly perfect anti-geek, a technophobe at a level most people would think was surely extinct in, say, 1950. They would be wrong, as they haven't met Kate. She is intimidated by toasters, and I am neither exaggerating nor embellishing.

Kate lives in an old farmhouse outside of Liberty, Indiana – as close to the middle of nowhere as you can get without living in South Dakota. Until earlier this year, she'd made do with rabbit-ear antennae for her televisions. She could just barely pick up signals from Cinncinnati, Ohio or Indianapolis, Indiana – the only television she knew was intermittent and filled with static. So we got her a satellite system as a gift earlier this year. For weeks, Debbie and I spent hours with her on the phone, usually with her crying in frustration – but finally we were able to get her to the point where she could actually use her new system. And now she loves it! There was much pain getting her started, but now we're quite happy we got her this gift, as she clearly is enjoying it.

The number one problem she's had with the system is something most people are very used to. The remote control is “modey” – at any given moment, it's either in “satellite” mode or in “TV” mode. She just can't get this concept into her head, so she's forever trying to do something that requires the remote control to be in a different mode. We got Kate past this roadblock by teaching her some rote instructions, namely to alway press the satellite mode button before she did anything, and to never, ever press the TV mode button. Once she pressed the TV mode button, then she was sure to change the TV channel – and then she'd lose the satellite signal. The next step after that would be to call us, crying. But, as I say, we'd gotten past that.

But last night Kate called us with a new problem. She wasn't upset – the system had been working well for months, and she'd gotten much more comfortable with it. But it wasn't working last night, and she said it stopped working when she accidentally sat on the remote control. Thinking that she had somehow managed to put the remote in TV mode and changed the channel, I talked her through putting the channel back to rights. At one point, I told her “Now press 6, and then 0.”. A few seconds later, I got two touch-tone beeps in my ear, and then Kate came back on and told me that nothing had happened on the TV. Much laughter ensued, which confused Kate until I explained it to her – and when I did, the rest of the people in the room on my end got the joke as well, and there was even more laughter. Kate was quite embarrassed, but finally she laughed at herself as well...

The problem turned out to be more involved than usual. Somehow in sitting on the remote control she had changed it's programming – it no longer knew what brand her TV was, and consequently it was putting out the wrong infrared remote control codes (that is a totally non-standard world). Talking her through entering the proper codes was one of the more difficult support tasks I've ever undertaken, but we finally did get it done, and the TV worked fine after that.

Kate would never forgive me for putting this on the Internet for all to see, but, then, she has no idea that the Internet exists, so I'm safe...

Human Tetris

Offered as evidence to support the assertion that there is no bound to human silliness:

Timeless Political Humor

Simi L. sent these along. Many of these I had heard before, but not all. They're all great – both funny and wise…

If you don't read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed.
– Mark Twain

Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But then I repeat myself...
– Mark Twain

I contend that for a Nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle.
– Winston Churchill

A government which robs Peter to pay Paul can always depend on the support of Paul.
– George Bernard Shaw

Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.
– James Bovard, Civil Libertarian (1994)

Foreign aid might be defined as a transfer of money from poor people in rich countries to rich people in poor countries.
– Douglas Casey

Government is the great fiction through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else.
– Frederic Bastiat, French Economist (1801-1850)

I don't make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts.
– Will Rogers

If you think health care is expensive now, wait until you see what it costs when it's free!
– P.J. O'Rourke

In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as possible from one party of the citizens to give to the other.
– Voltaire (1764)

Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn't mean politics won't take an interest in you!
– Pericles (430 B.C.)

No man's life, liberty, or property is safe while the legislature is in session.
– Mark Twain (1866)

Talk is cheap...except when Congress does it.
– Unknown (but widely attributed to Mark Twain)

The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of the blessings. The inherent blessing of socialism is the equal sharing of misery.
– Winston Churchill

The only difference between a tax man and a taxidermist is that the taxidermist leaves the skin.
– Mark Twain

The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools.
– Herbert Spencer, English Philosopher (1820-1903)

There is no distinctly native American criminal class … save Congress.
– Mark Twain

What this country needs are more unemployed politicians.
– Edward Langley, Artist (1928 - 1995)

A government big enough to give you everything you want, is strong enough to take everything you have.
– Thomas Jefferson

Jamulian Eateries...

By request (of Bob Clay), here are our favorite places to eat in or near Jamul (using Jamul to mean the entire unincorporated area, not just the town). I've listed these starting with the places we frequent the most often, which is probably as good a measure of "favorite" as anything...

Bravo Cafe: we count a stop at Manoli's place as one of our favorite things to do, even without considering the food. The people there are just wonderful folks. These days you'll most often find Manoli with his daughter Esmeralda and his son Milton helping out, along with a couple of employees who fit right into the family's style: friendly, helpful, and just plain nice to be around. And then there's the food: Manoli's superb soups (the chicken rice and meatball soups are my favorites), the sandwiches (huge piles of good stuff on plain-but-good breads), and the salads (simple but fresh, crisp, and plentiful).

Descanso Junction Restaurant: good food, good people, and a home-style atmosphere. Some of their soups are really quite good (the tomato Florentine and chicken and big fat noodle soups are my favorites), the burgers are great, and they have many other delectables to choose from. Yesterday I had an excellent omlet (the “gourmet”) that was classic American fare: a simple plain-egg omlette filled with bacon, sausage, green peppers, onions, and cheese. They are often overwhelmed by motorcycle clubs (of the harmless middle-aged fake biker variety) around lunch on weekends, so watch your timing on visits there.

Yuki Sushi: reliably good sushi at reasonable prices, and very friendly people. Even at reasonable prices, sushi is expensive, so we don't get there as often as we'd really like to. Since Tatsu's closed several years ago, this is our sushi haunt. We've tried the other local places, but don't like them nearly as well.

Behind-the-7/11 Mexican: sorry, but I don't know the name of this place. It's behind the 7/11 at Steele Canyon and 94, in the back of a small Mexican grocery. We go in there to get fresh giant flour tortillas, and often come out with burritos as well. The people there have always been very friendly with us, though we have the occasional language difficulty (some of them speak very little English, and we speak absolutely no Spanish). When I get a craving for carnitas, or some chicken enchiladas, or a carne asada burrito, this is where I go...

A Mellow Couple of Days...

Blogging has been light because I've been having a (tiny) little bit of a life this weekend. My lovely bride and I toured the snow in our local mountains, bought a Christmas tree, decorated it, and had a couple of very pleasant meals in places we love.

To the anonymous jerk who wrote me, complaining about my lack of blogging: get a life!

U.S. Healthcare

I found a fascinating article about the future of U.S. health care that resonates strongly with me. A sample:

Politicians from across the political spectrum, including Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton and Republican candidate Mitt Romney, have argued that the government should guarantee “universal coverage” to all Americans, making health care a “right.” And politicians are not alone; numerous businessmen, union leaders, and insurance executives are united in saying that this will solve our problems.

It will not.

Contrary to claims that government-imposed “universal health care” would solve America’s health care problems, it would in fact destroy American medicine and countless lives along with it. The goal of “universal health care” (a euphemism for socialized medicine) is both immoral and impractical; it violates the rights of businessmen, doctors, and patients to act on their own judgment—which, in turn, throttles their ability to produce, administer, or purchase the goods and services in question. To show this, we will first examine the nature and history of government involvement in health insurance and medicine. Then we will consider attempts in other countries and various U.S. states to solve these problems through further government programs. Finally, we will show that the only viable long-term solution to the problems in question is to convert to a fully free market in health care and health insurance.

Now go read the whole thing!

The Day That Lives In Infamy...

On this day in 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, on Oahu, Hawaii. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, in his speech urging Congress to declare war on Japan, famously called this date “...a date which will live in infamy.”

Sixty-six years later, the world still remembers that attack. If you're old enough to have lived through Pearl Harbor, I'm sure you don't need any prodding to remember the Americans who were killed and injured by the Japanese. If you're younger, as am I, then take a few moments today to remember – and to ponder the relevance to our world today…

Updated to add link to this article.

Things Change, Part 35212345...

I caught this little snippet from an article in the Union-Tribune:

Fire isn't the only problem facing San Diego County's choose-and-cut tradition.

Farmers are getting older. Most members of the state's Christmas tree association are over 50, Minturn said. The latest victim of age is the 20-acre Van Winkle's Tree Farm in Jamul. For the first time since the mid-1970s, Van Winkle's won't be selling Christmas trees, said Grace Van Winkle, 79. Van Winkle said her sons are taking over the farm from her and her husband, Alfred, 81, and the younger generation decided to focus on the year-round business of nursery plants.

“Our sons didn't have time,” she said.

Every time we leave or return to our home in Lawson Valley, we pass the Van Winkle farm. Ever year until this year, there's been a cheerful little sign along Lawson Valley Road, directing Christmas tree seekers through the side roads to Van Winkle's farm, where they could choose and cut their own tree. We did that many times, starting from before we moved out here.

No more. This year there's a simple, hand-painted sign telling us that the Van Winkle farm no longer has any Christmas trees. They must have been tired of their returning customers showing up, expecting to buy their tree this year. The Van Winkles also used to run a delightful little crafts store full of Christmas decorations; I suppose that's gone as well.

I can certainly understand the reasons that the sons have decided not to continue the Christmas tree farm. If it doesn't make business sense to continue it, then of course they should not. I don't have to like it, though…

Puzzler

The correct answer to last week's puzzler was “Gunter's Rule”. You can see one from my collection here.

For this week's question, we turn to natural history. Nearly the entire country of Estonia has a similar geological makeup: a thick layer of limestone covered by a thin layer of soil (which is chock full of limestone rocks). However, almost anywhere in Estonia you can find rocks (some as large as a house) made of a pinkish granite. These rocks are called “erratic boulders” by geologists, and they are more common in Estonia than anywhere else in the world. How did the erratic boulders get there?

As always, no fair googling…

There and Back Again...

Several of you actually noticed that I haven't posted for a few days – the reason was an evil illness (most likely some sort of food poisoning) that invaded my body on Sunday afternoon and didn't really leave until Tuesday. Yesterday I was feeling pretty puny, but at least not sick. Today I feel fine. It's always great when you're done being sick!

We've got an amazing amount of weather news at the moment. As I write, I'm watching high surf outside my office window – repeated sets of big, rolling breakers crashing into the beach. There's a gaggle of onlookers already (it's only 8 am here), marveling at the power, demonstrated. The forecast is calling for rain, and lots of it, starting late tonight and extending into Saturday. This comes on top of more than two inches just a week ago; from rags to riches, as it were. All sorts of related phenomena are predicted as well: lightning, waterspouts (aka tornadoes over water), flash floods, flooded lowlands, mudslides, rock slides, and caustic slides from the alkaline runoff coming from the recently burned areas. Even snow up in the mountains, above about 5,000 feet! Tomorrow it may be entirely possible to do some exciting body surfing in the morning (in the big surf) and then have a snowball fight in the afternoon (by driving 50 miles or so into the mountains).

I heard a discussion on the radio this morning between some forecasters who were speculating that the oncoming storm could drop as much as four or five inches of rain on us. If that actually happens, we'll have gone from parched conditions five weeks ago to sopping wet by this weekend. Quite a turnaround, and I'm sure hoping we see it…

Award Banquet...

Yesterday afternoon, Debbie and I drove up to Long Beach, California for the AKC Eukanuba Agility National show. Debbie could have run Mo'i this year, but chose not to – but there's no way she was going to miss the awards banquet, as this is where they handed out the certificates for the top agility dog in each breed. Last year, Mo'i was the top field spaniel in agility.

The banquet was casual attire, and indeed there were people there in everything from grubby blue jeans to something close to formal evening wear. Debbie wore her “Jamulian formal dress” – cowboy boots, a big bejeweled belt buckle, jeans, a fancy embroidered blouse, and a leather jacket. Earlier in the day she had her hair spectacularly curled. She looked great!

First there was an hour of cocktails, standing up in the lobby of the big meeting room. The noise was nearly beyond bearing; I could hardly hear someone yelling right into my ear. Most of the people in the room had run their dogs that day at the show, and there was much excited conversation; people happy with their runs, and people not so happy. Everyone in the room was an accomplished agility handler (or their signficant other) – a room full of very talented people, as became abundantly clear during the banquet.

After the cocktail hour, we all moved into the meeting room and sat down for our meal. The food was not memorable (is it ever at one of these?), but the rest of the experience certainly was.

First they showed a series of photos from the days run, apparently favorites of the photographer. As various dogs appeared, cheers erupted from different parts of the room. This was a lot of fun – we all got to see the top agility dogs in action, with the photos taken by one of the best photographers in the field. It was also a great ice-breaker; people were talking and comparing notes.

After this, our dinner was served, and the awards began. The announcer was up on a little stage, and she read off the champion dog in each breed, in alphabetical order by breed. For each champion dog, she showed a photo or two, read off some of the accomplishments of the dog, and called the handler or owner up onto the stage to receive their certificate. It was all very nicely done.

Each person walking up to the stage was treated with applause, cheers, and lots of congratulations along the way. When the alphabetical reading got to “field spaniel”, it was Debbie's turn. The photo above shows her walking off the stage just after having received her certificate. What fun!

My scanner is misbehaving at the moment, so I can't show you the actual certificate – but here's what it says:

The American Kennel Club
Special Award of Merit

Awarded December 1, 2007 for
Outstanding Performance in Agility

Top Field Spaniel 2006

Wolftree's Pearl King AX MXJ NF

owned by
Tom Dilatush, Debbie Dilatush

Madness...

Most likely you've read (or seen) the news story about British teacher Gillian Gibbons who was convicted in Sudan of “insulting religion and inciting hatred”. Thousands of Sudanese are protesting (see photo at right), demanding that she be executed instead of the sentence she actually received: 15 days in jail and deportation. The more moderate demonstrators are calling for 200 lashes in a public flogging, a sentence that almost invariably kills the convict. The blogosphere has nicknamed this the “teddy bear jihad”.

Ms. Gibbon's actual crime? She allowed her class to choose the name “Mohammed” for a teddy bear. Seriously – that's the only actual accusation made about her behavior.

Tigerhawk has my favorite observation about this madness:

As I've written before, I've grown quite tired of "Muslim rage." Piling into the street in anger over something like this is purely and simply barbaric, and Westerners who treat it as anything other than that do not appreciate the importance of reason to their own spiritual, cultural, intellectual, and economic heritage. We should either mix some Prozac into the relief agency rice or get out of that part of the world as quickly as possible.

Prozac is definitely needed, and in very large quantities. Given this set of facts, my father would quickly weave an elaborate story about fleets of surplus bombers delivering endless loads of Prozac, strewing the drug in powdered form anywhere Isamic madness showed up. That would be a lot of Prozac!

Botanical Beauty...

Another beautiful botanical photo from Botany Photo of the Day. This time it's Eryngium creticum (whatever that is!).

Rain: 2.35 Inches!

The graph at right tells the story: 1.05 inches on Friday, and 1.3 inches on Saturday, for a storm total of 2.35 inches. The time scale on the graph at right is GMT, so in local time most of the rain actually occured on Friday.

But who cares? The big news is that we had rain, so so much of it! The forecast as of Friday morning was for 1/2 inch to 1 inch in the mountains, and less toward the shore – so we were expecting perhaps 1/2 inch. And we'd have been very happy to get it. But 2.35 inches is like an over-the-top Christmas present. The chaparral is very thirsty after 7 years of drought here. But best of all is that most likely this rain ends any serious fire danger in our area until next summer. I say this because in all likelihood we will begin our rainy season before the chaparral dries out from this rain – and then we won't get real dry until next summer's heat–