Saturday, September 16, 2017

Montgomery Gentry - Our Town

Troy Gentry died last week in a helicopter crash.  He was from Lexington, Kentucky - the Queen Of The World's old stomping grounds.  She knew his family and remembers him playing at his mother's bar (along with John Michael Montgomery).  She says that he did a good job of growing up with money but not turning out to be a jerk.

Rest in Peace, Troy.  Thanks for the music.



Our Town (Songwriters: Reed Neilsen, Jeffery Steele)
There's a "For Sale" sign on a big old rusty tractor.
You can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see.
Just up the road, a pale-blue water tower,
With "I Love Jenny" painted in bright green.
Hey, that's my Uncle Bill, there by the courthouse.
He'll be lowerin' the flag when the sun goes down.
And this is my town.

Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
My town.

There ain't much goin' on here since they closed the mill.
But that whistle still blows ev'ry day at noon.
A bunch of us still go down to the diner.
I wonder if that interstate's still comin' through.
Come Sunday morning service, at the Church of Christ,
Well there ain't an empty seat to be found.
And this is my town.

Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.

Well, I bought and painted up that rusty tractor.
You can't miss it, it's sittin' right there in our yard.
The County came and took that water tower,
And that's Jenny, with a baby, in the car.
Ah, we're off to Sunday service at the Church of Christ,
And if we want a seat, we better leave right now.
And maybe later, me an old T-roy will show you around,
Our town.

Yeah, where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Taj Mahal - The New Hula Blues

If there is such a thing as happy blues, it's from Hawaii.

Truth in labeling

This is awesome.


Good manners online

Peter posts about them, and that reminded me of the old pre-Internet USENET and the legendary Emily Postnews, foremost authority on proper net behaviour, gives her advice on how to act on the net:
Q: I cant spell worth a dam. I hope your going too tell me what to do?
A: Don't worry about how your articles look. Remember it's the message that counts, not the way it's presented. Ignore the fact that sloppy spelling in a purely written forum sends out the same silent messages that soiled clothing would when addressing an audience.

Q: Another poster can't spell worth a damn. What should I post?
A: Post a followup pointing out all the original author's spelling and grammar mistakes. You were almost certainly the only one to notice them, genius that you are, so not only will others be intrigued at your spelling flame, but they'll get to read such fine entertainments rather than any actual addressing of the facts or issues in the message.
The whole thing was brilliant, and became, well, legendary.  It has held up surprisingly well for something that must be 30 years old.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

The longest baseball winning streak in 82 years

Congratulations to the Cleveland Indians who have won 21 games in a row.


And a big fat raspberry to the Red Sox front office who fired him, because Reasons:
Francona might go down as the best manager in the 111-year history of the franchise. Only Joe Cronin managed longer. Only Don Zimmer had a higher winning percentage (among those who managed here for at least five years). And when you break an 86-year-old championship drought, win two World Series titles in four seasons, you don’t have to worry about your legacy.
Yeah, that's just the sort of guy to let go.  After all, he'd never end up turning an American League perennial also-ran into perhaps the annual favorite to win the Pennant.  Morons.

Concerning Justice Taney

This is a guest post by an anonymous Maryland reader who writes at some length about Chief Justice Taney.  He was a lot more interesting than I knew, but then as I've said before the way that the history of that era as taught today is retarded.

Needless to say, these opinions belong to Anonymous.  But you'll learn something by reading it.

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Confusion and Advice

When they started tearing down statues in Maryland of Roger Taney, declaring him to be racist, I wondered why so I did a little research.  What I found just on Wikipedia alone was very interesting.  Oddly enough, after visiting that site several times, and oddly enough since the outcry has heightened, I have noticed some slight changes in some of the cases listed.  Sadly, peer pressure seems to have seeped in and some reviews have been added implying racism yet as you read further on, others imply he was not a racist.  You decide for yourself.  But do the research first.

Turns out, Roger B. Taney was a man, who like many others, had more than one direction in his professional career but most notably was a Chief Justice of the US Supreme Court, and served for 28 years between 1836 and 1964.  .  You have to remember two things:  1) the Civil Way took place between 1861 – 1865 but was heating up for several years prior to the onset and 2) the Supreme Court’s job is to settle legal issues by following the letter of the law as it is written.  Theirs is NOT to create, change, or dismiss laws no matter what their own person beliefs are.  In those days, that was a duty that I believe was taken far more seriously than it is today.  It was more administrative and less political.  It’s very important to keep that in mind as you review his record.

Of all of the decisions his court were involved in during those years, there were obviously going to be some dealing with slavery.  The racist claims stem from a very few decisions, however if you look at the laws vs the decision, then review events that followed those decisions, you have to realize he must have been aware of the impact those decisions would have.  That’s when you begin to see that he must have been a somewhat progressive person with a talent for critical thinking.  While adhering to the laws of the time, those decisions were actually the impetus for changes needed in order to abolish slavery and provide African Americans the very rights in question at that time.

You also have to realize that although he was a part of that court, he did not personally write all of the decisions, something that is still fact with decisions handed down by the same court today.  In fact, while required to sign them, there were some for which he made absolutely not written statements whatsoever, indicating he most likely did not agree but was also not in the majority.  Unfortunately, in today’s society,  far too often people are too quick to jump on the bandwagon and too slow to do their research or think all the way through an issue on their own, which, in my opinion, is exactly the case with Roger Taney.

Having said all that, there is one decision in particular that has been touted (screamed and shoved down everyone’s throats) as proof of his racism and reason enough to destroy his statues.

The history:  African people were brought to this country for the purpose of slavery and had no rights.

The case:  To decide if the children of slaves were American citizens.

The decision:  He ruled that slaves were not Americans, so therefore their children could not be Americans.  In fact, he said no one saw fit to declare them citizens when they brought them here.

His point:  They couldn’t now suddenly be considered citizens simply because some high ranker would find that very convenient.

On this point alone, many people today have cast their judgment on him.  But wait!  What if you think this one through a little further?  This was not a popular decision at for many at that time and tempers flared.  But it wasn’t because of slavery, it was because there were opposing parties concerning states rights, there was controversy, there were forces at work with ulterior motives (think George Soros), there were talks of withdrawing from the union, there were threats of war.  Reminder:  the Civil War was not about slavery, it was about the right of each individual state to remain individual.  They wanted to run their own states and have others abide by their state laws.  Only problem was some of those laws flew directly in the face of the constitution, which Taney noted in his decision.

The facts of the day need to be considered when reviewing his issue:
1
        Slaves were brought here, against their will, in shackles, from another country.  They were not citizens of the United States.
2
        The law was very clear on this matter, however not very clear about what could be done in each individual state.  Hence the flared tempers, accusations, arguments, threats, and eventually, the Civil War.
3
        There were no such things as ‘anchor babies’ at that time.
          Many slave owners did not want slaves to have rights as citizens because that would lend support to those opposing slavery.
5
        Slavery was widely accepted during those days and in many other countries as well.  It was how farmers and plantation owners were able to work their land.  (not saying it was right because it wasn’t, just that it was how things were at that time.  Reminder:  Many on the Mayflower, including my husband’s ancestor, were indentured servants.  Those same people willingly helped write and signed the Mayflower Compact, which was essentially the first set of laws for this country)
6
        Sadly, many of these people were rounded up and sold to slave traders by their own people.  Again, that doesn’t excuse or make any of it right, it’s just a fact that should not be ignored.
7
        In many families, slaves were inherited.  That means some owners never purchased slaves, but rather grew up with them and knew no other way of life.  So many children who grew up with them and were closer to them than their own parents or siblings.  Many loved and relied on them without ever realizing they were not free to leave at their own will.  On that same note, some slaves chose not to leave when they were freed.  They had come to consider the family a part of their family.  Not all owners were cruel or mean, just maybe unenlightened.  (again, not saying owning slaves was right, just stating the facts)

     Supreme Court Justices are (were) required to abide by the law, not interpret, change, or overturn it.  While laws concerning slave ownership rights varied by state at that time, laws about citizenship did not.

Due to that decision, what eventually followed actually benefited these African people who were so wrongly brought into this country at that time.  Many slave owners began to procure citizenship for their slaves and many emancipated slaves began immigration processes to become citizens.  Why?  Because as citizens they could no longer be denied the basic rights set forth in the Declaration of Independence:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Of course for some owners this was not the benefit they sought.  The benefit they sought was to protect their ‘property’.  By having their slaves declared citizens they would become owners of their children as well, but the indirect effect benefited their slaves in ways they hadn’t anticipated.  A decision such as this during those times was actually very strategic and beneficial to the future African American people.  By officially becoming citizens they gained rights and more protection than they had without citizenship, and for those who had them, land grants could not be taken from them.

It is what actually made them ‘African American’s’.  So it seems the very people who so boldly and openly condemn this man and call him racist, are the people who most benefited from his ruling.
But wait….there’s more…..

Did you know Abraham Lincoln suspended the writ of ‘habeas corpus’ in parts of Maryland?  This meant that people could be taken from their homes by the government, arrested, and held indefinitely with no legal charges or reason.  Think about that for a moment.  If you were an emancipated slave, you could be snatched up, held against your will (again), and maybe (probably) even taken to another state where slavery was legal, and given (or most likely sold) to another slave owner.  You could be accused of anything and held for years.  It was Taney who ruled this unconstitutional and Lincoln who ignored his ruling.  But while Taney is condemned, Lincoln is considered to be the great emancipator.

During his career, Taney and his court were widely respected because they were determinedly politically neutral, remaining fair and impartial in all issues with political undertones.  Example:  Luther v Borden.  This too is often ignored by detractors, which is a sad fact given that is clearly not the case with today’s Supreme Court, who’s justices are nominated based on their personal political affiliation.

Taney's 1849 majority opinion in Luther v. Borden provided an important rationale for limiting federal judicial power. The Court considered its own authority to issue rulings on matters deemed to be political in nature. Martin Luther, a Dorrite shoemaker, brought suit against Luther Borden, a state militiaman because Luther's house had been ransacked. Luther based his case on the claim that the Dorr government was the legitimate government of Rhode Island, and that Borden's violation of his home constituted a private act lacking legal authority. The circuit court, rejecting this contention, held that no trespass had been committed, and the Supreme Court, in 1849, affirmed. The decision provides the distinction between political questions and justiciable ones. Taney asserted that, "the powers given to the courts by the Constitution are judicial powers and extend to those subject, only, which are judicial in character, and not to those which are political."  The majority opinion interpreted the Guarantee Clause of the Constitution, Article IV, Section 4. Taney held that under this article Congress is able to decide what government is established in each state. This decision was important, because it is an example of judicial self-restraint. Many Democrats had hoped that the justices would legitimize the actions of the Rhode Island reformers. However, the justices' refusal to do so demonstrated the Court's independence and neutrality in a politically charged atmosphere. The Court showed that they could rise above politics and make the decision that it needed to make.

And finally, if you still think he was a bad guy, you should know this:  while slavery was an accepted, legal standard of the day, Taney emancipated his own slaves and gave pensions to those who were too old to work.  In 1819, he defended a Methodist minister who had been indicted for inciting slave insurrections by denouncing slavery in a camp meeting.  In his opening argument in that case, Taney condemned slavery as "a blot on our national character.


Issues arise when two parties disagree.  Any topic you think will never be agreed on by everyone.  This is a man who served this country for 28 years, wrote hundreds of decisions, did many good things in many areas of law, stood up against the government on behalf of ALL people – black and white.  He was involved in only a handful of decisions regarding slavery and followed the law to the letter when he did but also did it in a way that pointed out issues in the written laws and the intent of some people to abuse them for their own political gains.  Is it fair to judge a man from 170 years ago using today’s society, laws and standards?  Is it fair or right to ignore his entire career, condemn him, and remove his statues and history based solely on one topic of a long and diversified career that had very positive and long lasting effects this country?  You decide but my advice is to do your research before you do.

A Fall Interlude - A Brigid Guest Post

Music has always been a part of my life and that of some of my best friends. For me, piano lessons from age 6, clarinet, band, orchestra, a youth symphony. As an adult, I traded in the clarinet on a violin. But I had no great talent, no real ear. I sang the end of each verse of CCR's Bad Moon Rising for weeks as "Bathroom on the Right" before someone clued me in. Still, I love music even as my interests (and definitely my talents) lay elsewhere. Partner in Grime is something else.  He was playing in an orchestra in Austia at 18 and gets asked to play for weddings all over. Me, they ask me to show up and spike the punch.

But I still dabble a bit, a keyboard in my living room, a guitar often nearby, a violin in the corner. My friends play much better and sometimes they get asked to play in public, sometimes for pay. (People often offer money for me NOT to play though I've not let it stop me).

For you see, my friends will show up with their instruments and say. "This is what I learned to play this week!"

And I reply- "Great, this is what I learned."
But, an invite to play at an outdoor event was extended. My partner in squirrel adventure, M., prepared his guitar. It would be fun. A Fall Festival., it was called. M. said to not get too excited, he plays at many such things, it's not too hard. He reminded me of that River Dance episode on Roberta X's hardwood floor (two pints of IPA and 12 years of tap dancing lessons just don't mix). I promised to behave myself.

And so the day began, instruments were tuned, music prepared.


It would be fun. . . Well, that was the plan anyway.

Arrived for the Fairy Garden festival at the nursery.

Garden at a nursery means greenhouse right? Wrong.

Carried equipment 100 yards to the greenhouse…

No AC…and it’s almost vacant.

Sound of crickets.
Someone approaches: "Hello - you need to be in the Fairy Garden".

400 yards away in the other direction and outside.

Outside temp: 80 and climbing. Wind: Steady at 20-25 mph.

Carry equipment 400 yards. Remember why groupies are all really young.

First awareness of what the Fairy Garden is: Mothers and little girls wearing long dresses with wings and garlands in their hair. Face painting.

Hippies!!

Uh OH….Place to play: On top of a wagon.

Fully exposed to the wind.

Did I mention it's a wagon?

Folding metal chairs. I don't know anyone over the age of 21 who can take a metal folding chair for more than an hour!

Move chair to the ground and behind a tree to shelter from the wind. The ground is very soft, a lot of rain from recent storms.

Sit on a chair which has a metal seat that's been in the sun for hours and is now the temperature of a toaster oven set on pizza.

Yow! Wave at the people. Just part of the act.

Set up. Amp for guitar unloaded…..no power. Request power: they run 400 feet of extension cord out.


Try to hold onto the music. A fairy just blew past.

Time to play. Are you ready? Right foot on a foot stool, left food on the leg of the music stand so it doesn't blow away.

The delicate melodies begin. Little girls in fairy dress with face paint standing 3 feet away staring like the ghostly twins in the hall in The Shining.

Something is moving… either the chair is sinking or UFO's are beaming up the music stand.

Well, it makes it easier to see the amp anyway.

The amp! Black ants are crawling all over the amp.


Ants now on feet. Open toed sandals. Try and avoid Riverdance II.

Halfway through the second song, they're crawling on the sheet music. Is that a note or a really giant ant? Oh crap, they're crawling up my leg to set up base camp!

Focus, focus, adjust to the temp, the wind, the ants crawling across the sheet music, the close proximity of staring people. "Hello, Danny. Come play with us"

Yes, time to play.

Solfeggiotto. All together now. Beautiful, everything is perfect. Perfect harmony


50 Harley’s go by on the road about 150 feet away.

The crowd applauds, the little girls finally smile.

Maybe this is why we love music, as I love flying. Music induces in me a sense of the infinite and the contemplation of that which is unseen. Music and flying are both wonderful or can be. The same visceral connection between the soul and what elevates it to the heavens. Both strike in some people the same chord, the same spark that is embedded in some hearts. Something that, in certain individuals, is simply part of our most basic and natural inability to live with the gravity of silence

Now, I wonder if the face painters can paint a face half orange and half dark Navy blue.  Go Bears!

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Hey Alexa, can you hear this dog whistle?

It seems that the major voice command products - Siri, Alexa, Google Now, and others - use hardware where the microphone can detect sound frequencies that your ears cannot.  Humans generally cannot hear sounds above 20 kHz, but microphones can.

As a result, someone who can play a recorded message in those frequencies can essentially send commands to your voice command system without you being the wiser, even if you're in the same room:
Speech recognition (SR) systems such as Siri or Google Now have be- come an increasingly popular human-computer interaction method, and have turned various systems into voice controllable systems (VCS). Prior work on attacking VCS shows that the hidden voice commands that are incomprehensible to people can control the systems. Hidden voice commands, though ‘hidden’, are nonethe- less audible. In this work, we design a completely inaudible attack, DolphinAttack, that modulates voice commands on ultrasonic carriers (e.g., f > 20 kHz) to achieve inaudibility. By leveraging the nonlinearity of the microphone circuits, the modulated low- frequency audio commands can be successfully demodulated, recov- ered, and more importantly interpreted by the speech recognition systems. We validate DolphinAttack on popular speech recogni- tion systems, including Siri, Google Now, Samsung S Voice, Huawei HiVoice, Cortana and Alexa. By injecting a sequence of inaudible voice commands, we show a few proof-of-concept attacks, which include activating Siri to initiate a FaceTime call on iPhone, activating Google Now to switch the phone to the airplane mode, and even manipulating the navigation system in an Audi automobile. 
Sigh.  If architects designed buildings the way engineers design software, the first woodpecker would destroy civilization.

What's that, Lassie?  Something told Siri that Timmy fell down the well?  That's funny - I didn't hear anything!


I love the nav attack on the car.  Given that voice commands are becoming the Interface Of The Future, given that there's lousy protection on automotive CAN networks, given the rapid movement towards self-driving cars, and given the continued spread of malware on mobile phones we're looking at the possibility of a Perfect Storm of self-driving mischief.  And survivors would swear under oath than nobody ordered the car to make an emergency stop.  After all, they wouldn't have heard a thing even though it was there.

Wishful thinking

If only.


More about protecting yourself after the Equifax data breach

Brian Krebs has a detailed and informative FAQ on credit freezes.  Highly recommended.

He also has a good overview on the Equifax situation here.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Wild Bill Davison - That's A Plenty

Dixieland jazz, baby!

Sitting during the National Anthem

It seems like it's a thing.



Heh.  Hat tip: Chris Lynch.

Bad Marketing

MiguelGFZ hopefully survived the hurricane - he managed to keep posting as the eye passed over, it seems.  He mused on an area that has been a big annoyance to me as well: how commercials often show the family Dad as a drooling moron:
I don’t think it bodes well for a company, when their commercial infuriates me so much I have to mute the TV when it comes on.
Allstate has done a damn fine job of alienating me from their product with their commercials.  I don’t know who the ad agency is that Allstate contracted with or who at Allstate approved these commercials, but I want to know what type of market research was done that concluded:
The best way to sell insurance to families is to shit all over boyfriends, husbands, and fathers.
Yeah.

This has been something that has puzzled me for quite some time - why would a marketing company devise an ad campaign that had a reasonable chance of turning off 50% of the population?  And why would a marketing department pay for it?

I have worked closely with the marketing folks at the companies I've been employed at for years and years.  We never in a million years would have done something like that.  Now this was in the tech industry, and our job was to make complicated (mostly security) topics understandable and compelling.  While we never did anything as boring as feature/benefit in the advertising, we did try to focus like a laser on something that would make someone think Yeah, maybe I need some of that.

Sure, it's hard, but that's why a good ad agency charges so much.  And Allstate has a quite good ad agency (well, an expensive one, anyway).

Click over and watch the insurance commercials that Miguel shows, and ask yourself: does it make you say to yourself Yeah, maybe I need some of that?  It sure doesn't to me.  I think that the answer is that both ad agencies and marketing departments have been to a large degree taken over by women.  A woman might in fact watch that and think that as a matter of fact, they do need some of that.


The punchline, of course, if that you never market to yourself - you market to your customers and prospective customers.  Turning off a significant number of them only makes sense if Allstate only wants female customers.

But to Miguel's point - we see a lot of this.  Something is pretty broken in the advertising business.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Memoriam


Never Forget - A Brigid Guest Post

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good man do nothing.
- Edmund Burke


I'm constantly amazed at the ignorance of man, not just in those situations which can get one killed, through acts of mental complacency generally fueled by alcohol or gasoline, but the seemingly willful ignorance of events that are occurring around them. I know people who have never left their hometown, but what is more incomprehensible to me, is people who have never thought outside their hometown.  I've heard as I keep tabs on the world on my days off, "Why do you CARE what's going on in the China Sea, in North Korea?  The new Twilight movie is out!

I've come to the conclusion that there are simply some people who won't grasp the truth of the world until they see the truth of themselves.  Knowing yourself is a lifelong and sometimes acutely painful process, with your biggest lessons often emerging from your biggest mistakes. The truth about the nature of man and the world isn't always pleasant, some things we don't want to know  - what's really in a hot dog, how many calories there are in a piece of pie, and anything at all about anyone named Kardashian. Some things we cannot bear to know. But that knowledge of some things, no matter how hurtful to ones' spirit, is absolutely essential to our well-being, for only with truth do we have the resilience, the capacity to continue on, alive in the moment, unbound by regret and willing to fight.

In a disaster, in threat, to us as individuals, to us as a nation, the nature of truth, and how we face it, asserts itself.


Those who take charge do, those who choose to hide from things do, be it a disaster, heartbreak, the economy, crime or a terrorist attack. After 9-11, I had one acquaintance who refused to watch the news, heading out on a planned vacation and pretending it never happened. Another watched sitcom TV nonstop, staying home from work with a bowl of popcorn. Both of these individuals were in denial, afraid to accept the truth.

Some friends of mine who are first responders at the federal level were, within the last year, in my city, staying at my house while they attended some training.  They could have stayed at a hotel but they choose to stay with their blog "little sis". I looked at the house as my friends packed up to leave. It looked as if a testosterone bomb had gone off in here, guns, ammo, knives squirrel gear and more than one badge.  It was loud and it's messy, and sometimes it's bloody, but I wouldn't have traded my life, my duty, and my bond with these people for anything. We shared the fidelity with people we were bound to protect, even if we didn't particularly like them. We've slept on the bare ground and we know the sound of a bullet as it comes at us, not next to us at some sunny gun range, that sound that breaks the barrier that most people live behind. We've discovered things that are not so much "shiny" as unearthing a grave with bare hands and sticks, revealing more than just the comprehension of bereavement and irreparable finality, but that which is visible only to each other.

I was going to hate the sound the garage door made as it came down as they drove away,  I would pretend the tears were allergies.  My husband would hug me and understand.

On the shelf, packed from the trip to my Dad's, is a stone, full of fossilized seashells.  When I was home just before he died, my big brother told me about it.  It came from the quarry we did our target shooting at as kids. He squirreled it away when it was unearthed, knowing what a find it was, so many miles from the sea.  He told me he wanted me to have it.  He then quietly took me to Dad's garage and opened a drawer where he had hidden it as a child, picked it up carefully and gave it to me.  We've both seen a lot in our careers, that we can't discuss, even with one another. We don't discuss it now, we won't discuss it after we retire, we won't write a book about it.  There's an oath we took and we honor that. The rock was his way of acknowledging that what I do is important, that no matter how many years pass, he is still there.

It sits now in my office.

On another shelf, behind a desk, is another stone, one that many don't look it, it's just another rock to be collected to most observers,  displayed along with other artifacts of memory.


The last weeks have been long, with time on the road, and fitful sleep. This is not quite the life I expected when I hung up my wings for another four years of education on top of two previous degrees and a return to service. But it's the life that fits what strengths I have. I've come home with brain matter on my shoes. I've come home with images a person should never see, playing in my head like a bad film, until sleep comes fitfully. Yet I come home with purpose. With resolution.  I've collected those moments of lives, of loved ones, in the minutes before they leave us. I collect what is left, carefully, gently and with reverence, cataloging the bare bones of all that is truly important, so that we can learn from it so that it doesn't happen again. Then I usually go back to an empty room.

After 9/11 while flags waved on cars, and taps played,  I thought, now people have to see, finally see that truth is fierce and unrelenting. But soon, most forgot. Truth  We cannot ignore it or change it, but we can change the way we live with it. The truth of 9-11 is that the world IS a dangerous place and being politically correct to the point of ignoring the facts of who hates us and who is quietly amassing nuclear readiness while we make nice and look good for the cameras, isn't going to end well.

I finished at the Academy in 2001 and September 11 occurred when I was still wet behind the ears, assigned some mundane tasks until "something happened".  It did. Looking at the images on TV of Ground Zero, we sat, stunned, waiting for travel orders while I tried to not let it out that I had a brother who worked at the Pentagon, his office there smoking on TV. There was no talk, just a breathing that bordered on keening, looking at one another, our team leader, with an alert, profound justice as though we had already seen through the flames to where we would be, the shape of the disaster of which we could not speak. That day was trial by fire.

When I look at that stone behind the desk, I can't help but connect to the event from which it came, vowing never to forget.  There is something about a physical remnant of such places, those hallowed spots in which the innocent died, that bears with it the same quality of perspective as those who stood in its shadow, as though the object itself is speaking to us. It speaks to us in silent and profound significance, whispering its own truths.

When I'm out in the field I remember as well.  Around me, there is only musing sound, as shadows hang aloft as if from invisible wire, hovering above what remains for eyes to see. A place severed from the living, spectral shadow among that place of circumscribed desolation, filled with the voice of wasted lives and murmuring regret. There, only those left here, who remember history, who will gather what remains, cataloging it for infinity.

As I turned off the lights, the last to leave work on Friday night, I took one last look at a chunk of stone.


It sits in a mundane office, on a flat surface in bitten shadow. It sits near a place where work is done to keep many safe. Most don't see it. It simply sits, in dense stillness, filling the room, the dawn, the dusk, with silent voices. I don't hear the voices but I know they exist. Each morning to start the day in its shadow, warm and safe, we remember that no matter what heartache comes our way, it is nothing compared to what this piece of stone bears witness to.

Those that see it don't look at it closely. But it speaks of so much that our generation, and most of our leaders, will never, ever fathom - the quiet of a shadowed facility where honor stands watch and oaths are kept, a small stone weeps.

Never, ever forget.

- Brigid

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Requiem for 9/11

Tomorrow is the 16th anniversary of the 9/11 sucker punch.  The requiem mass was for a thousand years sung, rather than spoken.  While later compositions of the requiem are more famous (say, Mozart's), this is what it very likely sounded like for a millennium.



Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux pertetua luceat eis.  Amen.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Skies are Quiet Tonight - A Brigid Guest Post.


Flight into Ireland on the way to deliver a Sabreliner from the States to a U.S. Company 
in Amman, Jordan. The crew hotel was bombed by terrorists about 3 days later, 
shortly after everyone checked out.


I have some flight tracking software that's pretty sophisticated.  A look at Florida shows that there is not a single airplane on an instrument flight plan over the entire state of Florida right now except for the NOAA C130 hurricane hunter.

Can't say I've seen this in many years.

Safety for all of my friends down there.

Brigid

Jeff Bridges - The Weary Kind

Jeff Bridges won the Best Actor Oscar for his performance in Crazy Heart.  This song won the Oscar for Best Original Song, and  in a Motion Picture.  It also won a Grammy for Best Song for a Moton Picture.  If you haven't seen the film, you're in for a treat.  While you're at it, you should watch Tender Mercies, a similar film from 25 years earlier.

Bridges isn't know for his singing, although he has released an album.  But he did a creditable job singing the songs in the film.



The Weary Kind (Songwriters: Ryan Bingham, T. Bone Burnett)
Your heart's on the loose
You rolled them seven's with nothing to lose
This ain't no place for the weary kind 
You called all your shots
Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop
Somehow this don't feel like home anymore 
And this ain't no place for the weary kind
This ain't no place to lose your mind
This ain't no place to fall behind
Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try

Friday, September 8, 2017

R.I.P. Jerry Pournelle

I met Jerry Pournelle in the spring of 1995 when I installed a firewall at Chaos Manor.  He and Mrs. Pournelle could not have been more gracious - they actually took me out to dinner.

Sometimes people play the "Who would you want to have to a dinner party" game, imagining the great wits and deep thinkers of the past and who would make the liveliest evening.  I haven't thought I needed to play that game because of that dinner with Dr. and Mrs. Pournelle.  He had an unbelievably interesting life and was a great storyteller, and she kept right up with him.  So I've already lived that game.  It was truly an evening to remember.

And it was done casually - just a brilliant but astonishingly normal couple, entirely lacking in pretension.  Who quite politely ignored how star-struck I was.  Actually, who kind of helped me get over my star-struckness.

You see, I had read his books back in high school, and even had a first edition of Lucifer's Hammer.  I thought about taking it out to ask him to sign it, but my dog Jack had chewed it pretty badly when he was a puppy, so I didn't.  I still think that The Mote In God's Eye is the finest space opera ever written, but what I enjoyed the most was his monthly columns in Byte Magazine, A Step Farther Out.  His Science Fact writing was even more exciting than his science fiction to me.

And so to the dinner conversation that evening.  It was one of the most interesting dinner conversations I've had.

Rest in peace, Dr. Pournelle.  Thanks for the dinner, but even more thanks for sparking the imagination.