Your Lyin' Eyes...

The picture at right (click to enlarge) appears to show a pair of blue spirals and a pair of green spirals on a red/purple background. That's what your eyes are plainly telling you.

Your eyes are lying.

Both of those spirals are exactly the same color.

I didn't believe it either, so I enlarged the picture in GIMP and examined it under extreme magnification. Those colors really are the same!

All is explained here and here.

His First Time...

His first time meeting a politician, that is. John C. Write describes the encounter like this (my quote of the day):

The speech was an eye-opener. He referred to no principles, offered no promises, spoke of no future. All he did was say he planned to loot the taxpayers and give the swag to St. Mary's County if elected.

It was like listening to a psychopath. With such innocent charm and cold realism he talked about robbing others and splitting the take with us in the room. There was no sugar coating or double-talk: he nakedly said he meant to take and take and take, and if we voted for him, we would get a cut. He didn't even try to hide his meaning.

Read the whole post.

Five Dozen Taliban Reach Room Temperature...

Via the indispensable Bill Roggio reporting at The Long War Journal:

The US carried out its second Predator airstrike inside South Waziristan today. Unmanned Predator aircraft killed more than 65 Taliban fighters in a follow-on attack near the headquarters for Pakistani Taliban leader Baitullah Mehsud.

The Predator strike aircraft fired three Hellfire missiles as Taliban fighters gathered for a funeral of Khog Wali, a leader in Baitullah's army in South Waziristan who was among six Taliban fighters killed in the first US airstrike earlier today.

Commander Sangeen, a Taliban commander from Afghanistan, was reported to be among those killed in the strike at the funeral. Predators are said to have fired on Taliban vehicles as they attempted to leave the scene of the attack, Dawn reported.

Outstanding!

Employee of the Month...

From Jim M.:

A young guy from Wisconsin moves to Florida ang goes to a big everything-under-one-roof department store looking for a job.

The Manager says, "Do you have any sales experience?"

The kid says "Yeah. I was a salesman back in Wisconsin."

Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job. "You Start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close and see how you did."

His first day on the job was rough, but he got through it..

After the store was locked up , the boss came down. "How many customers bought something from you today?"

The kid says, "One."

The boss says, "Just one? Our sales people average 20 to 30 customers a day. How much was the sale for?"

The kid says, "$101,237.65."

The boss says, "$101,237.65? What the heck did you sale?"

The kid says, First, I sold him a small fishhook. Then I sold him a medium fishhook. Then I sold him a larger fishhook. Then I sold him a fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing, and he said down the coast, so I told him he was going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat department, so I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4+4 Expedition."

The boss said "A guy came here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK?"

The kid said "No, the guy came here to by Tampons for his wife, and I said, Dude, your weekend's shot, you should go fishing."

Bob and the Blonde...

From my mom...

Bob, a handsome dude, walked into a sports bar around 9:58 PM. He sat down next to a blonde at the bar and stared up at the TV.

The 10 PM news was coming on. The news crew was covering the story of a man on the ledge of a large building preparing to jump.

The blonde looked at Bob and said, "Do you think he'll jump?"

Bob said, "You know, I bet he'll jump."

The blonde replied, "Well, I bet he won't."

Bob placed a $20 bill on the bar and said, "You're on!"

Just as the blonde placed her money on the bar, the guy on the ledge did a swan dive off the building, falling to his death.

The blonde was very upset, but willingly handed her $20 to Bob, saying, "Fair's fair. Here's your money."

Bob replied, "I can't take your money. I saw this earlier on the 5 PM news, and so I knew he would jump."

The blonde replied, "I did too, but didn't think he'd do it again."

Bob took the money...

Amazing a capella...

Much more here. Thanks, Dick C...

Obama and Ice Cream with his Kids...

A lot of blogs (and even some news outlets) are giving Obama grief for going out to have ice cream with his two daughters while Iran is unraveling. My readers know well that I have little agreement with Obama in the political sphere, but attacking him because he went out to have ice cream with his kids? Come on, folks, the man has to have some kind of life, and he's got to be a dad to his kids at least once in a while. In this big old world there's never going to be a moment when the globe is totally at piece and there's nothing for the POTUS to pay attention to besides his kids.

So my reaction is a little out of step with the rap he's getting from most blogs. From my perspective, this is one of the most admirable things I've seen him do – taking a few minutes away from what must feel like an all-consuming responsibility to spend some quality time with his kids. Kudos, Mr. President.

Now...please get the rest of your act a little bit together. Someday, your little girls will be grown up – and they'll read the judgments of history about your actions as POTUS. Make your actions the right ones for our country, not just for your party...

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Back Home...

It's always so good to come home... I arrived early yesterday evening, and had a lazy, comfy few hours before going to sleep – and then we didn't get up until after dawn (very late for us), when our three field spaniels decided we'd been in bed entirely too long. They're very efficient at waking us up – they just walk all over us, jumping occasionally; that's all it takes...

Coming home last night, the best part (as always) was the greetings from my honey, my dogs, and Maka Lea (our little challenged kitty).

While I was away, poor Debbie was suffering through two challenges of her own. I really hated being away while this was going on...

The first one was her recovering broken arm. The cast came off two weeks ago, but she's been in awful pain ever since. This week she finally reached the point where she couldn't stand it any more and started making insistent calls both to the doctor caring for her arm and to our GP. In the end, they diagnosed her as having reflex sympathetic dystrophy (RDS) – basically some nerve damage, most likely caused either by the injury itself, the setting of the bones, or possibly by the initial cast being too tight. The good news is that both the pain and the underlying cause of the pain are eminently treatable. She's now taking neurontin (aka gabapentin), which I picked up on the way back from the airport last night. This drug, originally used as an anti-epileptic, has recently been found to be useful for people suffering from RDS. The prognosis is that in about three weeks she'll start seeing improvement (and the pain should disappear immediately). Fingers crossed on this one...

The second challenge involved Aka, our oldest cat. We've had Aka a long, long time – our best guess is that we adopted him in 1988, 21 years ago. He was a feral kitty in our (then) Chula Vista neighborhood, about six months old, when Debbie captured and tamed him. He's always been aggressive (typical of a feral cat), so he's always lived in our outdoor cattery. For the last years his companion has been Koa, our psychotic kitty. Somehow the two of them became best buddies, inseperable. Aka's been going downhill for months, losing weight and slowly but inexorably getting weaker and weaker. At this point in our lives we've lived through the loss of many of our furry companions, and we've become quite sensitized to the challenges of deciding exactly when the time has come to say goodbye to one of them. Our hearts always tell us to do more and more to try to restore them to health, but our heads tell us that sometimes that's for our benefit and not our friend's. On Wednesday this week, Debbie was very worried about Aka's condition, and took him down to Dr. Christine Wilson, our wonderful vet in Jamul. The folks there got some fluids into him, but couldn't get him to eat (this is quite typical for old or sick cats – they just stop eating). Blood tests brought bad news – Aka was suffering from massive systemic, most likely from a metastasizing cancer or some equally disastrous organ failure. He wasn't suffering, just fading away. Usually Debbie and I face these decisions together, but this time I wasn't home and Debbie made the call on her own (but it's certainly one I agreed with). One of our friends and neighbors (Paula C.) went down to Dr. Wilson's with her, and Debbie held Aka as slipped away...

On a completely different note, each of my three flights on this trip had an interesting component.

On my first flight (San Diego to Newark), I sat next to a fellow who's family (wife and four kids) was scattered around us, all in middle seats (they were on standby, and so got the worst seats). They were all from Tijuana, Mexico (a large city just across the border from San Diego), en route to Madrid, Spain where he had just gotten a new (and good) job. I had an interesting conversation with him during the trip, but the best part happened just before we landed in Newark. During our final approach, we had an excellent view of New York City and the Hudson Bay area. Two of his sons were in the rows immediately behind us, and we heard them shouting “estatua de la libertad!” – Statue of Liberty. In fact, we had a great view of Lady Liberty. Isn't it interesting that some young (around 8 or 9 years old) Mexican kids recognized it immediately, and were excited to see it? I can't help but wonder how many American kids of the same age would react like that...

My second flight (Newark to Houston) started off about as unexciting as it could – we just sat on the tarmac for almost two hours waiting to take off. Storms were causing traffic delays throughout the east coast, and planes were stacking up at all the major airports, Newark included. Finally we took off, and the pilots managed to make up all but 45 minutes of the delay. The flight to Houston was bumpy, but not exceptionally slow. The landing was something else altogether! We came in steep and fast, and slammed into the ground more forcefully than any other landing I can remember. From my seat I could see the wingtips, and it looked like they bent to within a foot or two of the ground as we hit, then oscillated five or six times before they started looking solid again. Nearly all of the overhead luggage bins sprang open, and quite a bit of luggage spilled out. The plane was a Boeing 767, and the arrangement of the luggage bins was such that most of the luggage spilled into the aisles. So far as I know, nobody was hurt by the hundreds of pieces of luggage that fell out. I ended up with a small suitcase in my lap – it sort of rolled onto me after falling down onto a big suitcase that had already fallen into the aisle. My laptop was in its case in the overhead, and it fell out but was caught by the shoulder strap tangling with the hinge – so no damage was done to my stuff. I'm pretty sure not everybody with a laptop was so lucky. There were some shouts and screams at the moment the luggage fell out, but no panic – and once we figured out that nobody had been hurt, there was much relieved laughter. Everybody helped scoop the luggage back up when the pilot paused on the taxiway and asked us to clear the aisles. By the time we got to the gate, the mood was downright jovial...

On my final flight (Houston to San Diego), the young lady sitting next to me was the most interesting element. She was about my height, extremely thin, with the kind of breathtakingly beautiful face that just stops you in your tracks. She was also one of the blackest people I have ever seen, ebony in the truest sense. The poor girl was terrified – after a while I was able to figure out that this was her first trip by air. She's from Ethiopia, and en route to San Diego to go to school at USD, where she had a full scholarship. She spoke only a kind of broken, pidgin English, but it was fascinating to hear her speak her native language (Amharic) on the cell phone; it sounded quite beautiful to my ears, melodic and lilting. We conversed (or tried to) for the entire trip – she was full of questions about San Diego and the environs, which I tried to answer as best I could. Some of her questions I had no clue about – such as whether there were any Ethiopian groceries or restaurants. Others I could help a bit more on, such as where were good communities to live, what kind of transportation was available, etc. She had absolutely no idea about any of these things, she was simply traveling into something completely unknown to her. If I understood her correctly, her scholarship was related somehow to a modeling contest, something she had won first in Ethiopia, then in Johannesburg, South Africa. The prize was a four year full scholarship (including living expenses) at her choice of four universities: USD, one in England, one in France, and one in South Africa. She said it has always been her dream to one day see America, so given this opportunity to actually live in America for four years, she snatched it instantly. She was the first person in her family (from some remote place in Ethiopia) to ever leave Ethiopia, when she traveled to Johannesburg. Her entire community is all excited about her opportunity in America, and her cell phone calls at every stop along the way were to various relatives and friends back home. She doesn't know anybody in San Diego, but did manage to find a church in San Diego that had some kind of a connection (I never did understand what she was telling me about that) to her church back home, so she's got some people to lean on for help. She's staying with a pastor and his wife for the first few weeks after she arrives, but she's got to find a place to live fairly quickly. Her reaction to all this seemed to be a mixture of excitement and terror, which is easy enough to understand. What a grand adventure, to be sure – but also what a wrenching and uncomfortable thing it must be to be torn from your community and sent halfway around the world to live with total strangers. I came away with a feeling that this very sensible young lady would do just fine. I also had the pleasure of hearing her say something very nice to hear: that she has been overwhelmed by how friendly and helpful the American strangers she's run into have been. She said that Ethiopians could learn a lot about human kindness from Americans...

A Million Frames per Second...

Suppose you've invented a video camera that can capture up to one million frames per second. How would you advertise this marvel of technology?

Why, you'd take cool movies of bullets striking targets, of course!

Where Does the Earth's Magnetic Field Come From?

For most of my adult life, the scientific consensus seemed to be that convection cells in the Earth's core, circulating molten metallic material, induced electric currents and created the earth's magnetic field. There has never been any proof for this consensus theory, however – nor has there been any good alternative theory.

But now a scientist has shown, through calculations, that variations in the observed magnetic field could, theortetically, be explained by electric currents flowing in our salt oceans (which are conductive). Fascinating stuff, and an interesting view of science being made...

Cassini Spots Ring Bumps...

Everything I've ever read about the rings of Saturn says that they are remarkably thin and sparse collections of dust and pebbles, swirling around Saturn in the same plane as the Saturn's satellites. Now I learn that there are mile-high “bumps” in the rings that were predicted by computer models of the rings, but never seen.

Until now, that is. Cassini took pictures!

Light Blogging Alert!

I'm away from home, on a business trip, and my attention will be largely on my work. Airlines willing, I'll be back home on Friday evening.

That is all.

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“We're Not Happy!” - Iranians

The people of Iran (well, some of them, anyway) are not happy about the results of yesterday's elections. News reports are saying that many Iranians believe the election results were faked by the incumbent Ahmadinejad, and that the “reformist” candidate Mousavi actually won (and of course, Mousavi is claiming this). It would be nice to think that this presages some kind of internally-fomented revolution, but I think the mad mullahs are in firmer control than that.

Dang it.

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The G8 Says “Undo It!”

The G8 finance ministers just finished their meeting in Lecce, Italy. As usual, they released a statement afterwards. Most unusually, the statement actually contained something very interesting and unexpected:

We discussed the need to prepare appropriate strategies for unwinding the extraordinary policy measures taken to respond to the crisis once the recovery is assured. These “exit strategies”, which may vary from country to country, are essential to promote a sustainable recovery over the long term. We asked the IMF to undertake the necessary analytical work to assist us with this process.

Whoa! The finance ministers want the G8 countries to unwind the remaining portions of the bailout programs once “recovery is assured” (a phrase that could be interpreted in all too many ways).

Unwinding is accounting-speak for "undo". In the U.S., the vast majority of the money from all the bailout programs has yet to be spent – and in some cases, it has yet to be borrowed. Unwinding these programs would mean repaying the borrowed money that has not yet been spent, and abandoning any future borrowing under these programs. In addition, unwinding would include converting any options, warrant, stock, etc. acquired by the government as part of the bailout (for example, the government's majority position in AIG) to cash, to repay the money borrowed to acquire them.

Dare we hope? Would the Obama administration have the good common sense to follow the G8's recommendations? Would they give back the money that they and the Bush administration stole from us?

My bet would be “No way, Jose!” But I would surely love to be wrong on this one...

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Bolton on Israel and Iran...

Today's Wall Street Journal has a fascinating short analysis piece by John Bolton (aka “The Mustache”). His forthright manner and adult analysis stand in stark contrast to the gobbledegook we're treated to by the Obama administration on this topic. His conclusion:

This brief survey demonstrates why Israel's military option against Iran's nuclear program is so unattractive, but also why failing to act is even worse. All these scenarios become infinitely more dangerous once Iran has deliverable nuclear weapons. So does daily life in Israel, elsewhere in the region and globally.

Many argue that Israeli military action will cause Iranians to rally in support of the mullahs' regime and plunge the region into political chaos. To the contrary, a strike accompanied by effective public diplomacy could well turn Iran's diverse population against an oppressive regime. Most of the Arab world's leaders would welcome Israel solving the Iran nuclear problem, although they certainly won't say so publicly and will rhetorically embrace Iran if Israel strikes. But rhetoric from its Arab neighbors is the only quantum of solace Iran will get.

On the other hand, the Obama administration's increased pressure on Israel concerning the "two-state solution" and West Bank settlements demonstrates Israel's growing distance from Washington. Although there is no profit now in complaining that Israel should have struck during the Bush years, the missed opportunity is palpable. For the remainder of Mr. Obama's term, uncertainty about his administration's support for Israel will continue to dog Israeli governments and complicate their calculations. Iran will see that as well, and play it for all it's worth. This is yet another reason why Israel's risks and dilemmas, difficult as they are, only increase with time.

My read of his piece is that he fully expects Israel to attack Iran's nuclear facilities, and sooner rather than later. He sees the Obama administration's stance as accelerating this possibility, rather than delaying it (as Israel must be less certain of U.S. support now than at any time since at least the Carter era, and probably back to the time of Israel's founding). The longer Israel waits, the worse the tactical situation. Mr. Bolton also believes that the inevitable Iranian retaliation for such an Israeli attack will most likely take the form of “unleashing” Hezbollah and Hamas for terror attacks inside Israel.

I'd sure feel better about the Obama administration's foreign policy if we got this kind of analysis, supporting their positions, from someone on the team...