01 December 2009 @ 08:40 pm
Cheney was asked if he thinks the Bush administration bears any responsibility for the disintegration of Afghanistan because of the attention and resources that were diverted to Iraq. “I basically don’t,” he replied without elaborating. -Politico




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01 December 2009 @ 07:59 pm



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01 December 2009 @ 07:30 pm
Since I've probably been guilty of burying the lede a lot of times in this series, let's start with the question at the very beginning:

What if there were no playoffs at events like the WPC or WSC?
Jim Mora (obviously) provides the sound-byte for this entry, although this is taken a bit out of context.

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01 December 2009 @ 09:57 am
Who's got a ticket to see Neil Gaiman on the 14th?

That would be me.

Poll #1492904
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 6

So, given that he's stated he will sign at most two books, and then only if at least one of them was bought at the hosting bookstore, what should I ask him to sign? (Note: I already own all the titles listed except Odd and the Frost Giants.)

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Odd and the Frost Giants, to Aa
3 (50.0%)

Odd and the Frost Giants, to me
1 (16.7%)

The Graveyard Book, to Aa
3 (50.0%)

The Graveyard Book, to me
1 (16.7%)

American Gods (which I'm about to finish reading aloud to Phragmites and Aa)
2 (33.3%)

Anansi Boys
0 (0.0%)

Smoke and Mirrors (mass market pb)
0 (0.0%)

Fragile Things
0 (0.0%)

Good Omens
0 (0.0%)

Something else, to be elaborated upon in the comments
1 (16.7%)

 
 
01 December 2009 @ 12:15 am
One of the memorable moments of the summer, and indeed my life, was the Paul McCartney concert at Citi Field in July. Since then, I've relived the experience through YouTubes, and am reliving it again with the DVD/CD release which I received last week. I've watched it 5 times in its entirety. Obsessed, MOI??

The technical quality is good (MUCH better than the YouTubes). There's some debate on Web forums about the possible use of Autotune or other post-production (or even in-concert) enhancement. One poster claimed Paul's engineer told him there was no such manipulation, but who knows. I despise lip-syncing, but minor sound tweaking doesn't bother me. Besides, I'd rather they isolate Paul and the band than hear the audience loudly singing along (guilty!). You only hear the crowd during the official sing-alongs in "Hey Jude" and "Give Peace a Chance." I'm no audio expert, but I hear enough vocal imperfections to think it was not heavily doctored. The imperfections are minor; this is a great great concert.

I tried to find myself in the mob, with no luck (so far). Couldn't see Nucky either, and he was slightly closer to the stage. However, they did show the energetically dancing women across the aisle from me (twice), Barbara Walters (who was there my night, right up front), and (I think) my former co-worker (there on Friday). It's thrilling to know that one of those little dots is me; I was THERE experiencing the magic.

The DVD mixes up all 3 nights, sometimes within the same song. From the Web forums, I learned you can tell which is which by the floor seat-holders' wristbands (pink Friday, lime green Saturday, orange Tuesday when I was there), and by guitarist Rusty's vest on Tuesday. It poured for part of Friday so that's not used as much for crowd shots, except when they had to (e.g., Billy Joel was only there on Friday). The audio is not necessarily from the same night as the video being shown, but everything is edited together seamlessly. They even intercut "I'm Down" with the Beatles 1965 Shea performance (a clean copy of the current "I'm Down" is one of the extras).

Paul is just wonderful and his band is terrific, too. One review said his "young band ... marries old-world skill with spiky rock energy" and another said, "Seeing McCartney play speed guitar with musicians half his age is truly inspiring." In reality, these band members are much older than they look. While drummer Abe is 38 (which is more than half McCartney's age 67), I was shocked to learn Rusty is 50 and Brian 54 (not shocked to see Wix is 53; sorry, Wix!). I'm enjoying watching them all play and move and ... yeah, yeah, yeah!
 
 
30 November 2009 @ 10:58 pm
Friday 11/27 (Ed Sessa) 6:15
Saturday 11/28 (Karen Tracey) 6:34

The 6-7 streak continues. I'm happy with this consistency, even though many in blogland thought Saturday's puzzle was easy, and Dan Feyer did both in under 3 (geez!).
 
 
30 November 2009 @ 09:52 pm
You know, when Rick Warren was invited to speak at Obama's inauguration, I kind of shrugged. It didn't bother me deeply, and, sure, I didn't agree with his views, but he didn't strike me as the enemy of gay people some people were describing.

But when a former associate of Warren's in Uganda proposes legislation to punish homosexuality with life imprisonment or death—sorry, punish it further, really, it's not like Uganda is currently a bastion of human rights in general and gay rights in particular—here's the wrong response:
The fundamental dignity of every person, our right to be free, and the freedom to make moral choices are gifts endowed by God, our creator. However, it is not my personal calling as a pastor in America to comment or interfere in the political process of other nations.
The. Hell. You. Say. You smug pseudo-Christian bastard, when another nation considers a law that violates fundamental human rights like this, it damned well better be part of your personal calling to condemn it.
 
 
30 November 2009 @ 09:13 am
For those who don't troll the puzzle forums as much as I do, the 7th anniversary contest for Forsmarts is this Saturday at 11 AM EST/8AM PST. Instructions for the 2h contest can be found here. In principle I should compete, as I am defending my titles from years 5 and 6, but it depends how my work goes this week. I will definitely be sitting out (read: sleeping through) the Nikoli Sudoku trial the following Friday at 5 AM, if that affects the participation of other people.
 
 
30 November 2009 @ 05:05 am

With the economic downturn I have been looking for work outside Lighting Design to supplement my reduced income. Because of the general flood of people looking for work these days I figured I needed to do something to make my resume stand out from the crowd. Below, and available for download, is my visual resume.

My ideal would be to work in a creative and collaborative environment where I could use my extensive research and organizational skills to bring exciting projects to fruition. I am open to new and different work experiences and would love to discuss options with you.

Visual Resume

Please download my resume for your files.

What do you think of the visual resume?

If you like this please Tweet, Digg, Stumbleupon, or otherwise let people know.

Thanks for reading!

Originally published at Light Cue 23. Please leave any comments there.

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29 November 2009 @ 08:28 pm
No new Venture Brothers tonight. They're showing the Season Four premiere again. New ep next week.


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29 November 2009 @ 10:55 pm
At the Herald Hunt this weekend, I was on a team with [info]bcdominy, [info]elainetyger, [info]ericberlin, and Justin Smith. We solved the initial five puzzles easily, taking only about one hour of the three hours provided, then went to have lunch and discuss how the final round might work.

I forget the precise wording of the first clue, but it included something about "forewords" being important. At first I goggled -- could this really be the same metapuzzle that I used in my 2008 Mini-Hunt, where the four-letter words in the clues spelled out a message (in my case, TAKE EACH BONE FROM THIS HUNT; THAT TRIO WILL FORM YOUR NEXT STEP)? No, it couldn't. But Eric believed that we should take the number of four-letter words in each of the other four clues, and use that four-digit number for ... well, something.

(At this point I feel obligated to point out that when counting the four-letter words independently, Eric and Justin *both* managed to miscount one of the clues as having four four-letter words; I later corrected that number to five. Our team's deficiency at basic counting lives on.)

Either Eric or Justin then had the idea that if the final clue was a four-letter word, that could match up with the four numbers we were given to form four map coordinates. That is to say, if our number was 7536 and Dave Barry said "Your final clue is 'lame'", that would give us coordinates at 7-L, 5-A, 3-M, and 6-E.

I protested that there was no way that a final clue was going to send teams to four totally different areas of the map simultaneously. Eric replied that it didn't have to, if the letters in the word were near enough to each other. For example, if the word was DEED, then it would be easy to get to all of 7-D, 5-E, 3-E, and 6-D.

I thought it would be a little lame to just reveal a single word as the final clue, and that it would be nicer if it was in fact more of a clue. I suggested that it would be nice if the final clue invoked ABBA, and therefore, the proper capper for this line of thinking would be that the final clue would consist of a snippet of "Dancing Queen".

Eric actually started to be convinced that this was a real possibility; I thought it was an amusing idea but very unlikely. We did consider the possibility of sneaking up behind Dave Barry and singing the song just to see whether he jumped six feet in the air as a result.

Needless to say, the endgame wasn't anything near as interesting; it was straightforward, somewhat flawed, and simple enough that the winning team was decided about a minute after the final clue was announced. But if "Dancing Queen" really had come over the intercom, it would have been the most amazing example of backsolving ever.
 
 
29 November 2009 @ 09:06 am
What: Radiohead's meandering, transcendent ballad "Let Down," from the band's 1997 masterpiece album OK Computer. Here's a video which helpfully spells out the lyrics to the song.


Why: If Radiohead were reading this—and really, they're much too hip for that—they would be shaking their heads now. From 1993–1997, the period most defined by the term "Britpop," Radiohead was pushed to the fringes by the champions of the too-cool-for-school set. Like all British movements, Britpop was a revolution against something American, in this case grunge. Radiohead couldn't be bothered with other people's causes, but they could, for the time, be counted on to churn out the occasional phenomenal pop song, such as "Creep" or "High and Dry". (Naturally, these turn out to be the songs that singer Thom Yorke detests. Remember, they're very hip.) In 1997, the band released the epic OK Computer, known for its dystopian singles "Paranoid Android" and "Karma Police". Jammed right in the middle was "Let Down," an undulating dirge of loneliness and insecticide, featuring a guitar line by Jonny Greenwood in a different time signature than the rest of the song. No matter, it's pop perfection. On any other album of the time, this would be the chartbuster, in rotation between singles by Blur and Ocean Colour Scene. On this album, it seems a bit out of place. But after a decade of steady listening, "Let Down" is the standout song, not just of the album but the entire period of British alt-rock.

Impact: Considered for OK Computer's lead single, "Let Down" was instead released third, reaching #29 on the U.S. Modern Rock charts. Meanwhile, the album changed all the rules. Wedging itself between Nirvana's Nevermind and Beck's Odelay on the must-owns of the decade, OK Computer made it okay for bands to try, however hopelessly, to recreate the sonic supremacy of the Beach Boys' Pet Sounds. As Britpop faded, Radiohead left for stranger planets, producing a decade of oddities until alighting back on Earth with 2007's mindblowing In Rainbows. About then, the band released an expanded OK Computer, with additions like "Palo Alto" making the best album of the '90s even better.

Personal Connection: I mentioned the band was pushed to the fringes of the post-Madchester scene. It took a breakout on the West Coast for Radiohead to become, well, Radiohead. It strikes me that my friend and colleague Jenny Bendel, Radiohead's U.S. press agent at the time, never gets enough credit for breaking them in the States. There's a chance they would have gone stratospheric without her, but they didn't, so thank Jenny the next chance you get.

Other Contenders (limited to British artists recording from 1993 to 1997, regardless of when these songs were released): the ur-Britpop song by the La's, the eminently coverable "There She Goes"; Suede's era-defining hit "The Wild Ones"; the Sneaker Pimps' graceful "6 Underground"; Oasis's last great power-pop assault, "D'You Know What I Mean?"; "Bitter Sweet Symphony", the Verve's totally unacceptable (and awesome) theft of the Rolling Stones' "The Last Time"; Placebo's big reach backward, a cover of Kate Bush's "Running Up That Hill"; the most-definitely-not-safe-for-work revelations of Britpop standard-bearer Robbie Williams's ode to Robbie Williams, "Come Undone".
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 03:01 pm

Blooms!
Originally uploaded by mamagotcha.

The Christmas cactus is blooming. Yay!
--klsabin

 
 
27 November 2009 @ 08:48 am
Over this holiday weekend, I thought I would take a break from the usual Friday puzzle and instead reflect on the many things I am thankful for this year and make way for the things to come in the next.



I'm thankful for the New York Times for adding the somewhat popular logic puzzle Sudoku to their newspaper this year, which inspired me to new heights of puzzle construction.




I'm thankful for this past year's MIT Mystery Hunt, where after a longer time than expected people finally got to escape from Cambridge and return to the real world. Despite its flaws, it had a lot of phenomenal puzzles and allowed me to construct and solve with so many cool friends.

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Camille de Toledo’s advocacy for a “lucid romanticism” in his book Coming of Age at the End of History is a deeply impassioned quest for an alternative to the distant ironic veneer which goes for social engagement these days. While his rhetoric falls a little too firmly in the French existentialist vein of experiencing social problems as a physical sickness within one’s own body (Nausea was inspiring at 20, but a bit old hat to me now) the intent is squarely directed in the right direction.

Through the dissolving and decentering of power in the contemporary age any attempt at revolt, revolution, or rethinking, becomes dissipated. Unions have no power because factories simply move to another country. Governments are so compromised by their entanglements with private concerns like banks, insurance companies, and the like that with any push they recede into nothingness. There is no there there having already fragmented its existence into a multiplicity of nonexistent actors. Mortgages are bundled, chopped, and sold while the displaced homeowner can’t tell if it was the original lender, the investment bankers, the lack of government oversight, or their own greed that should have a finger pointed at it.

Perhaps the time of finger pointing has ended.

The idealism of the 19th and 20th centuries ended in brutal totalitarian misery or dinseyfied antiseptic wastelands. The failures of the past have made us unable, or more likely unwilling, to engage in enterprise that necessitate hope as fuel. Even elections won on the idea of hope are fast seen as the sloganeering and false promises for which they truly are. We are so desperate for hope in the world that anyone who comes by offering a way out of this capitalist misery is immediately followed with all our enthusiasm and vigor. We embrace fundamentalists because we hear in their voice a possible antidote for the reckless totalizing effects of post-industrial capitalism.

We have grown afraid in our comfortable settings of new gadgets from China and the latest plastic monstrosity of design. We are afraid both of where we are, that somehow this life as consumer has robbed us of our basic human potential, and also afraid that any attempt to break free of its stronghold would upset the precarious balance of our comfort and land us in an even deeper misery. So we choose a misery of the soul over a misery of the body in an attempt to find some semblance of sure footing in a world increasingly geared towards the well being and care of corporations and institutions.

But even our fundamentalists have failed us. For they do not want to toss out the whole order. They do not want a revaluation of values. What they advocate is the exact same world with a different rhetoric. The Christian fundamentalists want the same world we have now, but in the name of Jesus. The Muslim fundamentalists want the same world we have now, but in the name of Allah. The Atheist fundamentalists want the same world we have now, but in the name of Science. Just as the fascist movements of the early 20th century failed to reformulate society, but rather reinforced the status quo this time in the name of race or industry, so too do our modern fascists and our contemporary fundamentalists not want to truly upset the sitting order.

The sickness lies much deeper than any of these movements would be willing to acknowledge. Deeper even than Toledo is willing to admit. The fracture point does not lie at the day or night that one goes to religious services. The fracture point does not lie at the choice to protest or stay home. Rather, the fracture point lies at the basic unit of human interaction. Too easily do we let ourselves off the hook in our interpersonal relationships. Too easily do we allow our fellow human to be determined and defined by epithets ascribed to them rather than existing in their true being. We are an artist, or a parent, or a child, or a boss, or a worker. We are never a being. No wonder then that we live in a world which caters to objects (multi-national corporations, consumers) and gives only passing lip service to subjects.

In short we have given up our very core existence for the comfort of self as adjective. Once we reduce the human experience to easily definable boxes we no longer have to concern ourselves with the complexity of human Being. Once the social Other has been defined and ascribed with understandable attributes we can sit back and relax at our understanding. This causes us to continually be surprised when the individual acts in a way counter to the labels we, or they, have placed upon them. We end up in a continual state of shock at our fellow beings and must, out of necessity, shut down and distance ourselves.

The process begins so simply. With a question and an answer: “What do you do?” “Well I am a doctor.” And there the door has been both opened and shut. Action has been translated into adjective. Being, the infinite questioning of existence, has been replaced with definition. When asked “what do you do?” we rarely, if ever, reply with “I spend as much time as possible with the woman I love while working in an art form that I feel passionately connected to.”

I am as guilty of this as anyone. More than three decades of socialization has taught me to define and limit myself within the social sphere. I have been trained through various channels of social power to behave, even when rebelling, in a mode appropriate to social functioning. For even rebellion is necessary to define the social order and thus make it understandable. The anti-consumerist punk makes safe, secure, legitimate, and possible the consumerist middle-class. The peace, love, unity, and respect espoused by the raver is like a sad inverted mirror held up to a culture based on war, division, recklessness, and solipsistic egotism.

Perhaps true resistance to the totalizing effects of contemporary capitalism are, like Toledo suggests, not in the field of physical open revolt. Perhaps true revolution is an inner revolution. Perhaps we need a social revolution, not on the superficial order of the fundamentalists, but rather on the deep and real level of the interpersonal. Toledo sees revolt and revolution occurring in the world of ideas. But it must be brought one degree closer. A step before language. Authentic interrelating of two beings. In a world increasingly mediated by technologies that give the appearance of connection, while fostering distance and misunderstanding, perhaps the most radical act we can take is to carve time out of our schedules to meet another being face to face and find out who they truly are.

Originally published at Light Cue 23. Please leave any comments there.

 
 
26 November 2009 @ 05:00 am
Hey! A note to anyone interested in buying Christmas gifts from the xkcd store: the deadline for Christmas delivery of domestic orders is December 14th. We'll continue to ship after that, but won't guarantee by-Christmas delivery. (If you haven't been to the xkcd store lately, you might want to check it out. I've got some some new stuff there!)

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26 November 2009 @ 09:57 pm
ONTD posted an interview I did for Fandomania. Amusing comments. A lesbian thinks I'm hot. Sorry, Peter Vadala.


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27 November 2009 @ 05:00 am
What?  Oh, no, the 'Enchanted' soundtrack was just playing because Pandora's algorithms are terrible.  [silence] ... (quietly) That's how you knooooooow ...