• The Ethics Of Blogging

    I don’t talk about a lot of things on this site. I’m sure that if I did talk about some of this stuff, I would be a much more popular blogger. I self-censor constantly. I’ve only ever written something unpleasant about someone at work once where that person might be able to recognize themselves (and if they don’t, I’m sure the people that know him would).

    So, here’s a list of the things I probably won’t ever ever talk about on this site:

    • Embarrassing or mean things about my family members and friends. I’m fair game. They’re not. I offend them enough in person to do it for the world to see.

    • Embarrassing or mean things about co-workers. First, I don’t want to get fired. Second, I offend them enough in person.

    • Stupid thing my company does. Again, I would like to keep my job.

    That leaves a whole rich palette of things to talk about untouched. It leaves me opinions about stuff (which I’ve been sharing freely the last couple days), cool stuff, stuff I did, cute family stories, geek stuff and… oh yeah, stuff pretty much covers it. Now, the people who talk about the stuff listed above are brave. Maybe not thinking it all the way through, but brave nonetheless. People have been fired, broken up over, lost friends, etc over things said in blogs. Now, if I lose a friend for an opinion, I can live with that. If you don’t like what I think, and can’t handle the thought that I might have different opinions from you, then you’re probably not my friend to begin with. I’m doing my level best not to rag on people or embarrass anyone other than myself. If I’ve failed, I’m sorry. Really I am.

  • Ummm, So If They’re There, Why Aren’t We Here?

    According to this article from CNN, Al Qaeda says they’re “in partnership with Iraq”, at least according to the State Department, in a new statement from the elusive Osama. Didn’t Osama say the same thing about the Palestinians? So, if Al Qaeda is in “partnership” with Iraq AND the PLO, why aren’t we threatening the PLO with bombing and “regime change”?

    I understand the need for different policies for different situations and governments. But… come on. I think we should drop the Al Qaeda argument for now, and stop providing this evidence, which may or may not be valid. Go on the weapons and the failure to comply. So far, it looks like the terrorism connection it tenuous and circumstantial. It provides too much room for dissent, which we’re obviously trying to avoid. The case for misleading and obstruction is sturdy, and is only weakened when we use weak arguments.

    Not that I’m for going to war yet. I don’t know where I stand. And honestly, I’m in no hurry to make up my mind. No one’s going to ask for my position or opinion before the bombing starts anyway, and I don’t get to vote for a while now.

  • The Conspiracy Theorists

    It feels really good to be back at work. I’m doin’ stuff, writing code, etc. Three more days before I can show you all the big giant thing I’ve been working on for the past several months.

    I told you before that I’ve been watching this show on Trio called The Secret Rulers of the World this week. I don’t think it’s an ongoing thing, just a mini-series of different events and coverage of different conspiracy theorists and movements. So far, I’ve seen episodes on the Oklahoma City bombing, Ruby Ridge, David Icke and the Bilderberg Group. I TiVo’ed one last night that I haven’t seen yet about the shadowy satanic elite that I think is the last one in the series. I’ve been struck by several things while watching them. Jon Ronson, the filmmaker responsible, does a great job at treating everyone he interviews with respect even though their viewpoints are extreme and even implausible to most people. While he treats them with respect, he doesn’t shy away from asking tough questions, which I admire to no end. He got people to open up that I don’t think would have even talked to most journalists. He gets some calm and well thought out responses from the conspiracy theorists that I’d never heard before. With all of that, the series is an eye-opener, not only in what people believe, but the lengths they go to try and validate and justify them.

    I think I’ve got the conspiracy theorists figured out to some degree; I at least have my own theory on how they’re created and find people to believe them. This is a theory in two parts. First is the idea that there really are no global conspiracies, just small groups of people who feel their cause is the Right Thing™ to do, and at some point lose all perspective in getting their Right Thing™ to happen. They start believing that they need to accomplish their goal by any means neccessary. In the end, it doesn’t matter to them the side effects of getting to their goal: the people they hurt, the damage they do to the environment, the laws or ethics they throw to the wayside. They must do this Right Thing™. The second is that people need a way to explain their marginalization. They need some way to understand how the world works, why they have a crappy job, no one understands them, and they’re not rich like the people on the TV. To get to this understanding, they’re willing to make extreme leaps in logic to create a reality that explains their problems as someone else’s fault.

    Conspiracies don’t exist on large scales. The best example from the series that illustrates this point is in the David Icke episode. Who’s David Icke? Well, among other things, he believes the world is run by twelve-foot tall reptiles of extra-terrestrial origin. The ADL (Anti-Defamation League) believes that to David Icke, reptile = Jew, and have labeled him an anti-semite. I don’t know whether reptile = Jew to Mr. Icke, and well, it doesn’t matter to me. The show didn’t come down on either side, and from what I saw, I’m not sure Mr. Icke knows if reptile = Jew to himself. Doesn’t matter for this story. In the show, Icke is in Vancouver to do some appearances in support of his book, go on some radio shows, give lectures, etc. The local ADL chapter gets wind of his appearance and goes into action. The hold meetings, which they allow Mr. Ronson to videotape. They decide to start a campaign to get him off of the radio shows he’s been scheduled on and try to organize a protest in front of the hall his lectures are held in. They succeed in blocking the radio appearances, which to Mr. Icke, looks like the work of this Reptilian conspiracy, even though it’s the work of a relatively small group of people doing what they see as The Right Thing™. Nevermind free speech and freedom of the press (which I hear exist even in Canada), Mr. Icke had to be stopped from spreading his disease to the masses. Conspiracies are easy and comfortable ways to explain the crappy things that happen to us on a daily basis. Do I believe there are conspiracies? Oh yeah, I do. I just think they’re on a much smaller scale. But, I think the people who start them really believe they’re doing (again, just to say it again) The Right Thing™. Their resolve gets twisted at some point by zealotry or greed and doing The Right Thing™ becomes all-consuming.

    Conspiracy theorists need to explain their place in society. Ok, everyone needs to explain their place in society. Conspiracy theorists just go a little farther than the rest of us. They’re the folks on the fringes of society who have no other way to explain their place than to blame it on vast organizations of the powerful, and shadow worldwide governments. Again and again in the series, Mr. Ronson interviewed Neo-Nazis, members of the Militia movement, the anti-New World Order folks, etc. In each case, they passionately believe in their causes. But, in each case, they display some tragic flaw. Either they seemed a little less than brilliant, or a little short on logic. Each conspiracy theory has tremendous leaps in logic not backed up by evidence. If there is evidence, what I saw were second hand accounts and conjecture.

    The scariest part about all of this is the way the series opened up these fissures in our society where these people exist. The shows about the Oklahoma City bombing and Ruby Ridge showed places like Elohim City, a collection of trailers and half-built houses where separatists live apart from the world. The scariest part wasn’t what they believed, but that there were children there who looked dirty and unfed, being indoctrinated into this world. What happens when they grow up? Do they perpetuate the society they grew up in? If they wanted to, could they really break free and join the mainstream (with all of mainstream society’s problems, I admit)?

    I hope Trio replays the series at some point. It was extremely interesting to me. I can only imagine the searches this post will generate. To sum up, I’m trying to be objective about all of these movements and their beliefs. It’s hard. It was really hard to watch the David Icke episode with a straight face. It was hard not to be completely repulsed by the neo-Nazi’s. Ok, I admit, I was repulsed. I tried to get past it and understand their point of view, and get at the reasons behind their belief. It helped paint a clearer picture of who these people are, and crack open my cartoon image of these groups. The other thing I realized is that zealotry is any form is a bad idea. If you believe something so strongly that you’re willing to give up anything to be a part of it, willing to do anything to bring it to pass, it’s time to re-examine that belief. True Believers are truly dangerous. If the the Right Thing™ is the only thing, something is out of whack. Man, I sure hope this made sense… What did I screw up? Or, better yet, ignore everything I just said and go read an interview with Mr. Ronson.

  • Visual Proof Of Healing

    pink_eye.jpgAnd this is MUCH better than it was even yesterday. I meant to take a picture Thursday when both eyes were bright red (no, I mean it, like stoplight red), but I felt too bad to bother getting the camera. Now, you can see at least some of it. The left eye’s a little better than the right, but they both still burn and itch like crazy.

  • Daredevil In A Blue Dress

    I’m a little better. My eyes are a lighter shade of pink and I don’t feel like death warmed over. I feel a little more like death over ice. I saw the band sausages idea over at A Small Victory, and remembered that my friends and I used to do this at lunch in high school. Our rules were a little lenient. We could do bands and song titles, and sometimes threw in movies. I don’t remember any of the ones we came up with (because it was almost ten years ago). But, I came up with a couple new ones:

    • Blind Faith No More

    • The Grateful Dead Kennedys

    • The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band On The Run

    • Fatboy Slim Pickins (see, I cheat)

    • Pearl Jam Machine

    • Land of The Lost Boys

    • Daredevil In A Blue Dress (see, movies are easier)

    • X-Men At Work (even easier to mix bands and movies)

    • Attack Of The Killer Fried Green Tomatoes (and if you cheat cheat)

    • Hunt For The Red October Sky

    Completely changing the topic, I’ve been watching this show on Trio called Secret Rulers of the World. This funny British documentary filmmaker tracks down conspiracy theories, the proponents and detractors and presents what he sees as the facts. The first two episodes have been engaging and honestly, extremely shocking. Not so much that the conspiracies might be true, but the people he finds and the things they believe just blow my mind. There are fringes in this country who believe pretty much everything. The depth and breadth of craziness is just unreal. I would love to see the guy who does the show track how people go from normal to wacko – how long it takes, who introduced them, was it their parents, etc.

    And last night’s Penn & Teller was just hilarious. The whole alien abduction thing makes me giggle.

  • Ooooh, Someone’s In Trouble

    It’s evil, but damned if I didn’t laugh my sick eyes out. Jon’s going to hell for that one, fer shur.

  • No Other Funny Pink Eye Jokes

    292.5 – Yeah, the diet’s on even though I’m sick and want to claw my eyes out with gardening tools. I’m watching John Ashcroft’s press conference about the raised thread level, and well, I’m not sure why, but I’m not terribly worried about going to ‘orange’.

    Daytime TV sucks. It’s just plain horrible. TiVo is letting me down and not recording enough stuff to keep me entertained and my mind off my eyes.

    I swear there will be new stuff actually worth reading (I know, some of you are saying “why start now?”). It will just have to wait until I can stare at this screen for more than 20 minutes without a gigantic headache setting in. I’ll be back… I hope.

  • Argh! It’s The Infamous Pink Eye!

    It’s even worse today. It took 5 minutes to get my eyes open this morning, and they sting like crazy. Visine helps a little, but not enough for me to stop squinting like a mole. Needless to say, I’m home again so I don’t infect anyone else. What 27 year-old gets pink eye in BOTH eyes? That’s just unfair.

  • Givin’ Me The Sti… Pink Eye

    I’m at home. Why? I’m the monkey from Outbreak. I’m extremely contagious with conjunctivitis. You got it. I have the dreaded Pink Eye. On top of my itchy painful eyes, I have a sinus infection! My doctor said not to go back to work until it’s cleared up, which means I could be here the rest of the week, on the couch, over a modem, small gooky tears rolling down my face as I stumble along trying to do work without all my normal tools.

  • A Post In Two ‘Pooky Parts

    I think I finally have a plan for the big redesign of this site. Since I don’t really want to invest a bunch of time in learning PHP while I’m still working on getting comfortable with Java, I’m working on doing some funky javascript includes to get content over from the other stuff on this site (photos and the geekery – well, the geekery once I turn it into a blog). I got the photos stuff working last night. The design’s all up in my head and just needs to be translated. It’s funny how completely converted to CSS I am. I used to think in tables and spacer gifs. Now, it’s all divs, floating left and right, width, padding, margin, font-family, etc. It’s a lot more fun than building Byzantine table structures, let me tell you.

    I’m still not sold on XHTML and all this validation stuff yet. I know it’s a nice ideal, but at least at work, there are things in XHTML that don’t work in older browsers. There are also things that require more code in XHTML than in old HTML 4.01 Transitional. I’m working on size and speed, not validation, which makes me a bit of a pariah, I know. But, in this huge project you’ll be seeing in a week or so, you’ll notice it doesn’t validate – but it is fast, which is my ultimate goal. For this site, I may try to make it validate, but only as an exercise to see if I can do it.

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    I borrowed a bunch of PS2 games from my boss yesterday. Max and I were trying them all out. Of course, every PS2 game (and every PS1 game) has some sort of Loading… screen. Max is really into definitions now, and asked me what Loading means. I told him that the game is stored on the CD and the PlayStation has to read all the stuff off the CD so it can show it to us on the screen. I seemed to accept that, so about twenty minutes later as we were watching another Loading… screen, I asked him what Loading means. He tilted his head to the side like he always does when he’s trying to answer a question and then said emphatically, “It means the blue bar goes shwoooomp!” and used his finger to mime the loading bar. Yeah, he’s three… smart as a whip, but he’s still three.

    Ok, one more Max story then I really need to get back to work. As I think I’ve told you, Max can read. This isn’t the story, but it helps to illustrate his reading ability… We went to out local Vietnamese restaurant last week, and Max wanted to read everyone’s fortune from their cookie. He sounded each word out, and only needed help on one (possibility, I think it was). After practicing a couple times, he could read each of them without pausing. The scariest part is that he doesn’t read with a monotone like most little kids. He reads it like he actually knows what it means and puts some emotion and inflection into it. But, my favorite part of his reading is the fact that his S’s and L’s are silent and M’s are B’s. Ok, on to the story… Last night, I was headed upstairs after work to change into my comfy sweatpants and sweater. Max wanted to come too, but I told him to play in his room while I changed. He told me, “Daddy, I can’t. It’s ‘pooky in there!” Of course, I turned on the light for him, and he said, “See? No more ‘pooky!” I’ve been saying it at work under my breath this morning… “Man, I don’t want to do that, it’s ‘pooky!”