Friday, April 29, 2011
A short time ago, Iran's Supreme Leader Grand Ayatollah Ali Khamenei urged the Muslim World to boycott anything and everything that originates with the Jewish people.
In response, Meyer M. Treinkman, a pharmacist, out of the kindness of his heart, offered to assist them in their boycott as follows:
"Any Muslim who has Syphilis must not be cured by Salvarsan discovered by a Jew, Dr. Ehrlich. He should not even try to find out whether he has Syphilis, because the Wasserman Test is the discovery of a Jew.
If a Muslim suspects that he has Gonorrhea, he must not seek diagnosis, because he will be using the method of a Jew named Neissner.
"A Muslim who has heart disease must not use Digitalis, a discovery by a Jew, Ludwig Traube.
Should he suffer with a toothache, he must not use Novocaine, a discovery of the Jews, Widal and Weil.
If a Muslim has Diabetes, he must not use Insulin, the result of research by Minkowsky, a Jew. If one has a headache, he must shun Pyramidon and Antypyrin, due to the Jews, Spiro and Ellege.
Muslims with convulsions must put up with them because it was a Jew, Oscar Leibreich, who proposed the use of Chloral Hydrate.
Arabs must do likewise with their psychic ailments because Freud, father of psychoanalysis, was a Jew.
Should a Muslim child get Diphtheria, he must refrain from the "Schick" reaction which was invented by the Jew, Bella Schick.
"Muslims should be ready to die in great numbers and must not permit treatment of ear and brain damage, work of Nobel Prize winner, Robert Baram.
They should continue to die or remain crippled by Infantile Paralysis because the discoverer of the anti-polio vaccine is a Jew, Jonas Salk.
"Muslims must refuse to use Streptomycin and continue to die of Tuberculosis because a Jew, Zalman Waxman, invented the wonder drug against this killing disease.
Muslim doctors must discard all discoveries and improvements by dermatologist Judas Sehn Benedict, or the lung specialist, Frawnkel, and of many other world renowned Jewish scientists and medical experts.
"In short, good and loyal Muslims properly and fittingly should remain afflicted with Syphilis, Gonorrhea, Heart Disease, Headaches, Typhus, Diabetes, Mental Disorders, Polio, Convulsions and Tuberculosis and be proud to obey the Islamic boycott."
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I met a fairy today that said she would grant me one wish. "I want to live forever," I said.
"Sorry," said the fairy, "I'm not allowed to grant wishes like that!"
"Fine," I said, "then I want to die after Congress gets their heads out of their asses!"
"You crafty bastard," said the fairy.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Just moments after I doused the fire's embers and put away our tools, Frankie T. and Miss Daisy (her beautiful old dog) showed up for a visit. We all had a very pleasant visit – Debbie had never met Miss Daisy before, and Miss Daisy had never met our dogs before. Soon Miss Daisy was stretched out on our carpet, looking very content and happy, the center of the room's attention. Mo'i watched over her. Bootie and Maka Lea came over to check out the new dog. Race ignored her and wanted us to throw his toy. Debbie handed out treats to Miss Daisy that she eagerly accepted. Miki was all over Frankie, wiggling with field spaniel joy. Lea stayed away from Miss Daisy at first, but eventually (and very cautiously) came over to say hello. The action never stopped, especially while Frankie was trying to drink a cup of coffee and eat (without help!) a piece of chocolate cake. We were all sad to see Frankie and Miss Daisy head home, but we're hoping they'll wander out this way again some day soon...
Friday, April 22, 2011
Hours after the legislators met with Mr. Perry, another business, Fujitsu Frontech, announced that it is abandoning California. "It's the 70th business to leave this year," says California business relocation expert Joe Vranich. "That's an average of 4.7 per week, up from 3.9 a week last year." The Lone Star State was the top destination, with 14 of the 70 moving there.I don't want to move to Texas. I don't even want to leave California. But if the current trend continues, finding employment may be yet another reason (along with high taxes and batshit-crazy politicians) to vote with our feet...
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Thanks for the great service, Eric. While we've come to expect it (because you're so consistent!), it is still greatly appreciated...
Monday, April 18, 2011
Meanwhile, I drove to work early this morning so I could actually get something done. I got into the office at 2:25 am – a personal record. Yes, mom, I know I'm crazy.
Around 2 am I passed the Rancho San Diego shopping center (where Target is), and spotted an older woman sitting by the side of the road. I thought she might be sick or hurt, so I stopped to see if she was ok. It was an interesting experience.
Her name is Alicia, and she appears to be about 70 years old. She's filthy, and her clothes are falling apart. As best I could tell, she doesn't have a drink or drug problem – she just has no money, and the shelter she was staying in (in La Mesa) had closed. She told me she was staying near the iron bridge just down the road, but she'd been rousted by the Border Patrol, and was now looking for another place to stay. She was just resting when I stopped to check on her.
Alicia told me she'd really like to get to Clairemont Mesa, as she'd heard there was another shelter there, still open. I was headed that way (I work in Del Mar), so I offered her a lift. For the half hour ride, I asked Alicia a string of questions and she cheerfully answered.
She has two children that she hasn't heard from in ten years or more. Five years ago her husband died. She had no income other than Social Security, and that's not even close to enough to live on in San Diego. She's been in San Diego for 50 years, after moving out here with her Navy dad. She lost her house, foreclosed for taxes and mortgage payment; she got almost nothing from the sale. She's been living on the streets in the three years since then.
And yet ... Alicia seems happy. It's amazing how resilient some people are. When I mentioned how surprising I found her cheerfulness, she said:
“I'm alive, aren't I? I still enjoy sunsets and the birds, and I have enough to eat. That's a lot more than some people have!”Alicia gets my quote of the day. I don't think anyone's going to top it.
I let her off at the 24 hour McDonald's off Mira Mesa Blvd, and bought her some breakfast. I got a hug before she trudged off toward where she believed the shelter was, happily slurping her coffee and munching on her breakfast burrito.
Happy trails, Alicia. I'll think of you at sunset today...
Sunday, April 17, 2011
One that progressives like to make is that we have a lot of experience in economic boom times (say, the late '50s) with very high top marginal rates – therefore such rates are not the destroyer of jobs claimed by the conservatives. However, it is simultaneously true that the very wealthy back then had relatively easy access to tax shelters, and in fact very little income was actually taxed at that rate. The real world is messy and complicated.
An observation that conservatives like to make is the strong correllation between the dropping of tax rates and the subsequent ramping up of the economy (this happened both in the late '20s and early '90s). But progressives can point to other factors that influenced those economic upturns, including other roughly simultaneous changes in the regulatory environment. The real world is messy and complicated.
So be careful reading too much into the squiggles on this chart. Nonetheless it's a useful piece of any U.S. citizen's political education – no matter what one's political beliefs, this chart encapsulates the past century's history of one of the most significant consequences of elections: the setting of our tax rates...
The other day the post office apologized for its new stamp honoring Lady Liberty. Due to an unfortunate error, the stamp shows not the 19th-century Statue of Liberty that stands in New York Harbor but the 1990s replica that stands at the New York–New York Casino in Las Vegas.Ah, Mr. Steyn. How could I despair without you?
An ersatz statue of pseudo-liberty standing guard over the world’s biggest gambling operation: What better way to round out a week in which the Republicans pretended to pass the most historically historic budget cut in history while the president pretended to come up with a plan to address the debt? All while pretending to wage a war in Libya whose most likely outcome seems to be that the only Arab dictator to sleep soundly in his bed at night during these turbulent times will be doing so under cover of a NATO no-fly zone for the rest of his 75-year term of office. In such a world, the USPS, bless ’em, has come up with a far more plausible emblem of societal devastation than Hollywood’s space monsters and climate-change fairies.
The 2012 election cycle promises to be even more interesting – and consequential – than the 2010 cycle.
Friday, April 15, 2011
A former Sergeant in the Marine Corps took a new job as a high chool teacher. Just before the school year started he injured his back. He was required to wear a plaster cast around the upper part of his body. Fortunately, the cast fit under his shirt and wasn't noticeable. On the first day of class, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in the school.Hoo ah!
The smart aleck punks, having already heard the new teacher was a former Marine, were leery of him and he knew they would be testing his discipline in the classroom.
Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, the new teacher opened the window wide and sat down at his desk. When a strong breeze made his tie flap, he picked up a stapler and stapled the tie to his chest.
Dead silence. He had no trouble with discipline the rest of the year.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Then it's time to retire with your dignity intact.
My younger readers may not know what the woman in the photo is doing. She's applying an opaque white fluid (known as “white-out”) to her computer screen. She's doing this because back in the old days, this is how she learned to correct errors when typing. People used an antique device called a “typewriter” (a kind of combined printer and keyboard) to print neat text direct onto paper. With a typewriter, the only way you could correct an error was to paint whiteout onto the mistake and then type over it. There was no backspace key or erase key. If you have trouble believing that humans actually used such primitive devices, or that such humans could possibly still be alive, please consult this article for more information on the subject...
Live eagle nest viewing, from the comfort of our homes. What an amazing world we live in!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Below is the same field, seen from a satellite.
You know the honeymoon is over when the comedians start in on you...
The liberals are asking us to give Obama time. We agree...and think 25 to life would be appropriate.
-- Jay Leno
America needs Obamacare like Nancy Pelosi needs a Halloween mask.
-- Jay Leno
Have you heard about McDonald's' new Obama Value Meal? Order anything you like and the guy behind you has to pay for it.
-- Conan O'Brien
What does Barack Obama call lunch with a convicted felon? A fund raiser.
-- Jay Leno
What's the difference between Obama's cabinet and a penitentiary? One is filled with tax evaders, blackmailers, and threats to society. The other is for housing prisoners.
-- David Letterman
If Nancy Pelosi and Obama were on a boat in the middle of the ocean and it started to sink, who would be saved? America!
-- Jimmy Fallon
What's the difference between Obama and his dog, Bo? Bo has papers.
-- Jimmy Kimmel
What was the most positive result of the "Cash for Clunkers" program? It took 95% of the Obama bumper stickers off the road.
-- David Letterman
Sunday, April 10, 2011
And from the always-entertaining James Delingpole, news that he and his team have won an important legal victory against an attempt by the University of East Anglia (UEA) to quash his (to them) uncomfortable observations. As he puts it: “They lost. We won.” His headline reveals his mindset: “UEA: the sweet smell of napalm in the morning.“
The dogs didn't notice, of course. They were too busy checking out who visited our yard last night. Judging from their activity, we had a lot of visitors.
Having just Mo'i and Lea makes for a downright sedate morning walk. Debbie's got Miki and Race at an agility competition in Arizona, and those two are the ones who make morning walks challenging – they're just so full of energy and curiousity. Mo'i and Lea are much calmer.
It's a strange sort of morning for mid-April here. Colder and wetter than we've seen for a while. Last year on this same date, we had not had rain for 2 months, and the temperature was in the low 90s. We had rain yesterday, and a frost last night; forecast for today is the high 60s. Al Gore must be in town...
Debbie reports from the agility meet that things are going well for her and the dogs. Race took a first place yesterday on a standard course, beating the course time by some absurd amount. The little guy is basically a rocket ship on paws! Miki ran yesterday in Excellent A category for the first time. He had a fault on both runs, and in that category a single fault disqualifies you. But Debbie was still very happy with the runs – he was focused and fast, and the mistakes were arguably hers rather than his. You could hear her smile and excitement over the phone.
Last night my neighbor and friend Jim B. rang me up and offered to deliver some birthday party food for me. I was invited to the party, but they know and forgive my introversion – I don't enjoy myself with large gatherings (they had over 20 people), especially when they are people I don't know well. So Jim delivered a feast: a freshly grilled burger, some deviled eggs, a crab & macaroni salad, and a fruit salad. Delicious, and it provided my breakfast this morning as well.
Now it's back to work for me!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
- Bread: Two slices of Dudley's rosemary-olive oil bread, toasted until it just began to brown. If you're from the San Diego area and you don't know Dudley's bakery, then you're unnecessarily missing out on a simple pleasure. If you do know about Dudley's, well, then, you know what I'm talking about!
- Mayonnaise: A freshly opened jar of real mayonnaise (not that “salad dressing” garbage) – not homemade, true, but still very good.
- Avocado: A Californa Haas avocado, perfectly ripe, blemish free, sliced.
- Tomato: An Imperial Valley tomato, ripened in our window until it smelled wonderful, sliced thickly.
- Lettuce: A few leaves of crisp, dark green iceberg lettuce – for the crunch and the burst of moisture as you chew.
- Salami: A half-dozen slices of top-notch genoa salami. There's a huge variation in quality of Italian cold cuts at our local stores. Albertson's carries several that are particularly good, and this was one of them.
Never thought I'd say this, but I'm going back to work on the taxes with a smile upon my face. Nothing to do with the taxes, of course...
So she gets extra “treats” from me frequently. I've tried to be creative in what I get her, to give her a little extra enjoyment. I may have hit an all-time high today. I took a couple of pieces of genoa salami (which she was acting very interested in) and blended them with a few ounces of milk (a well-known favorite). Then I warmed that slightly in the microwave, and broke up a piece of potato bread crust into it. I let the bread soak, then gave her the bowl.
When you know a dog as well as we know Lea, it's easy to tell when she's happy. Lea was happy as she ate that bowl of doggie joy. Her tail was wagging, and she came over to see me every few laps – just to say “thanks” so far as I could tell. When she was all done, I was treated to five minutes or so of a very affectionate old dog acting like she was a puppy again.
Glorious. And an absolutely wonderful antidote for the chore I'm working on today.
Thanks, old girl...
But the strongest resonance for me was his advice that most people should emphasize acquiring multiple skills rather than trying to be world-class in any particular skill. Oh, yes – for me this advice has the strong ring of truth. Over the years, I've acquired a strange collection of knowledge and skills – designing concrete mixes, writing software, corporate accounting, back-end stock trading processing, designing electronic hardware, some civil engineering, slide rules, optics (especially as it applies to photography), cryptography, and a bunch more. I'm no world-class expert in any of these areas, but the fact that I have a smattering of them all has been incredibly useful in my career. It also has done something else that Scott doesn't mention: by practice and example, it gives me great confidence that I can learn how to do just about anything – and even that is very useful in a career.
So go read it, and pass it along to anyone you know who might be able to use some good career advice.
If I have a good day, a liter or two of vodka should get my blood pressure under control this evening...
Friday, April 8, 2011
Back in the pre-Internet days, I implemented Kermit several times – in Z80 assembly language, 8086 assembly language, and the last time in Turbo Pascal. Just thinking about Kermit brings back all sorts of memories of the days when personal computers were just getting started.
Columbia University announced yesterday that the Kermit project is finally being terminated, after more than 30 years. RIP, Kermit...
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The hard disk is a fake. It's just a 128MB flash disk mounted inside a false hard disk case (click to enlarge photo at right). That's just 1/40th the size you thought you bought.
This is really happening...
The bureaucratic mind at its finest.
Some assembly required...
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good Dog.
1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.
4. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.
5. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
7. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying 'hello'.
8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table
9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.
10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt across the carpet.
11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch.
12. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
Man who wants pretty nurse, must be patient.
Lady who goes camping must beware of evil intent.
Man who leaps off cliff jumps to conclusion.
Man who runs in front of car gets tired, man who runs behind car gets exhausted.
Man who eats many prunes get good run for money.
War does not determine who is right, it determines who is left.
Man who fight with wife all day get no piece at night.
It takes many nails to build a crib, but one screw to fill it.
Man who drives like hell is bound to get there.
Man who stands on toilet is high on pot.
Man who live in glass house should change clothes in basement.
A lion will not cheat on his wife, but a Tiger Wood!
Ordinarily the stepper motors were driven at a constant step rate, controlled by a Western Digital floppy controller chip that was a nearly universal standard in computers of the day. This constant step rate was the simplest approach, but it wasn't the only one possible. My utility accelerated the head motion for the first half of its travel, and decelerated it for the second half. The result was considerably improved head positioning performance. On such a slow system, this was no small matter. I had no trouble demonstrating significant performance improvement on such common tasks as starting up an application.
However, that performance improvement is not why most people bought my little application. There was, briefly, a little buzz about my “FastTrak” utility – because it made the Osborne I much quieter. This was an unintended, but happy, side-effect of the performance improvement. It turns out that a smoothly-accelerating head positioner doesn't “grind” the way a linearly-stepping head positioner does.
There's a lesson in there somewhere, but I'm not entirely sure what it is...
Some very different recently became available, from (of all people) Donald Rumsfeld. As a companion site to his memoir, he's put up a web site that includes digitized and searchable texts of thousands of original documents related to his life and experience. Given his career, this means that it's full of fascinating documents. So far I've just dabbled in it, searching on a few keywords (like “Kandahar”) and just browsing through the results. The whole experience, though, is entirely new to me – it's as though someone let me into Rumsfeld's private filing system. What to look for? I have to learn how to use this tool to satisfy my own thirst for historical knowledge. It has the feel of something revolutionary and … really, really cool.
If you share my interest in history, you'll want to check this out.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
A mob of deranged ululating blood-lusting head-hackers slaughter Norwegian female aid-workers and Nepalese guards — and we’re the ones with the problem?Well said. The whole post is well worth reading.
We are reaping the inevitable rewards of multi-culti and other emasculating progressive political initiatives...
The most accessible science data for most people are the photographs, and they're starting to pour in. Visit the gallery on the MESSENGER site for the latest...
The Psychiatrist & The Proctologist
Best friends graduated from medical school at the same time and decided that, in spite of two different specialties, they would open a practice together to share office space and personnel.
Dr. Smith was the psychiatrist and Dr. Jones was the proctologist; they put up a sign reading: "Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and Posteriors". The town council was livid and insisted they change it.
So, the docs changed it to read: "Schizoids and Hemorrhoids". This was also not acceptable, so they again changed the sign.
"Catatonics and High Colonics" No go.
Next, they tried "Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives" thumbs down again.
Then came "Minds and Behinds" - still no good.
Another attempt resulted in "Lost Souls and Butt Holes" - unacceptable again!
So they tried "Analysis and Anal Cysts" - not a chance. "Nuts and Butts" - no way.
So "Freaks and Cheeks" - still no good.
"Loons and Moons" - forget it.
Almost at their wit's end, the docs finally came up with: "Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones - Odds and Ends"
Everyone loved it.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
That's one happy dog (click to enlarge). I sure hope his owner has survived and can be found. If not, somehow I'm certain this little fellow will find a loving home.
This story (and these videos) sure put a smile on my face this morning...
Friday, April 1, 2011
The screenshot at right (click to enlarge) shows one of my own explorations: I wanted to know where slaves actually went. Answer: the vast majority went to the Caribbean and to South America – not North America. Prior to seeing these numerical data, I'd known that many slaves went to the Caribbean – but I did not know that such an overwhelming majority went there, nor did I know that so many went to South America.
There is much else to learn at that site...