
Mmm. Doughnuts.

To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."

I’m very disappointed to see that my State Senator has decided that a local company needs handouts to stick around:
But the battle between Missouri and Illinois could be just heating up. Express Scripts would get an estimated $35 million in incentives from Illinois to move its headquarters across the Mississippi River, a Missouri state senator said he has learned.
To keep the company in Missouri, Sen. John Loudon, R-Ballwin, said he has introduced an 11th-hour bill to improve Missouri’s menu of economic incentives. He filed the bill March 1 after meeting with St. Louis County officials.
“There is very real competition from other communities throughout the country that are making inquiries into one of our fastest-growing companies,” said Denny Coleman, president of the St. Louis County Economic Council. “The array of incentives programs we have here are not as strong as our competitor states.”
I don’t remember reading much about the preeminence of corporations in this country’s founding documents, but they certainly get a lot of attention and support from the governments, ainna?
Martin Braeske, planning supervisor for the St. Louis City school district, explains how finance works as he discusses the sale of schoolhouses:
The use of historic tax credits to restore the properties has been a factor in the bulk of the sales, Braeske said. “With schools like Emerson, developers need the credits to make the deal profitable, and they have to preserve the historic elements of the schools to qualify for the credits, so it’s a win all around,” he said.
That is, to comply with the government regulations, “private” developers need tax breaks from the government to buy the buildings for “free enterprise” reasons. Meanwhile, everyone else continues to pay taxes unabated because they’re not businesspeople or bureaucrats. A winner for all the people who matter.
Democrat state politicians are upset that Matt Blunt isn’t spending state tax money to fly himself around the state:
But state Democratic Party spokesman Jack Cardetti asserted that Blunt is once again showing “a lack of integrity” by allowing campaign donors to wield inappropriate influence in his administration.
“Special interests picked his Cabinet, and now they’re taxiing him around the state to further curry favor with him,” Cardetti said.
According to the Missouri Democrat party, if you don’t forcibly take money from taxpayers to spend on your own convenient travel plans, you lack integrity.
Both Richard Roeper and Neil Steinberg spend some of their columns today pooh-poohing blogs.
And of course, blogs. By law, every story about the news business must include mention of the blog as the way of the future.
The media landscape is changing, and that’s a positive thing. We’re supposed to be living in a democracy in which all voices have an equal opportunity to be heard. The more platforms in the public square, the better.
Still, we need to keep a sense of perspective. The new media doesn’t yet have a fraction of the clout, power, success and influence still enjoyed by the old media.
On Feb. 14, 1978, President Jimmy Carter and his guests spent an evening in the White House watching “Citizens Band,” a movie about a CB vigilante named Spider who roams the airwaves pouring abuse on those whose conduct falls short of his lofty standards of radio etiquette.
I thought of the CB craze while watching an excruciating CNN “Inside the Blogs” report on a blogger — someone who keeps an online diary — who was accredited and given access to a White House press conference, making him “perhaps the first blogger to cover the daily press briefings.”
Yowza. Though they also let in a turkey at Thanksgiving, CNN found this particular entrance highly significant, perhaps some kind of turning point, and as the protracted, painful segment unfolded, the reporter tried to present the usual piranha frenzy in the so-called “blogosphere” by actually scrolling down, on air, blocks of verbiage on her computer screen. “It’s hard to read,” she said as the text flew by.
Is it ever. So why was CNN fooled? I know producers have time to fill, but they stumbled onto a common misperception that deserves note. Stuck as always in the jail of the present moment, we mistake White House or presidential involvement for a sign of importance or respectability.
Wow, the blogs as citizen’s band radio. I posted a comment of that stripe years ago one some blog, but it’s lost to the ether. A little Google searching shows that a high number of other people have had the same insight. On the other hand, not many of us have twice-a-week columns for a major metro tabloid.
You damn kids want to know what old skool geeks did before DVDs, before VHS, and even before BetaMax? In the dark, dark days of the early 1970s, after the original Star Trek series disappeared from the airwaves and the animated series offered the only respite (the movie which revived the franchise was 8 years off in 1972, Star Wars the sci fi savior was 5 years off, and the next Star Trek Series a whopping fourteen years off). James Blish, a sci fi writer/hack took the episodes from the original series and published them in a series of books. That’s right, you damn kids. Before they had DVDs, they had books, and geeks read. Not just books on development, but science fiction. In books.
I was first exposed to this series in high school, right before Star Trek: The Next Generation came out. So when I found a number of these books (starting with this one) at Hooked on Books priced at three for a dollar, I bought a season’s worth of Star Trek for a buck sixty-seven. You can’t beat that at garage sales for old videocassettes, werd.
This book runs 135 pages, roughly, and features seven stories. I remember many of the episodes, so I’m really drawn along. One hour episodes, condensed into 15 page stories, translates into some quick and easy science fiction reading. Granted, if you’re not familiar with the original series and its characters, perhaps the book won’t hold the same appeal for you. But you’re a damn kid anyway, and I want you off of my lawn!
In my capacity in software QA working on Web applications, I know there’s no easier means of havoc than to mess with the URL string sent to the Web application. Looks as though some “hackers” have discovered the same with a university application, um, application:
The ApplyYourself code had a bug such that editing the URL in the “Address” or “Location” field of a Web browser window would result in an applicant being able to find out his admissions status several weeks before the official notification date. This would be equivalent to a 7-year-old being offered a URL of the form http://philip.greenspun.com/images/20030817-utah-air-to-air/ and editing it down to http://philip.greenspun.com/images/ to see what else of interest might be on the server.
But I bet the company saved a bundle of money by avoiding the whole quality assurance thing.
(Link seen on Outside the Beltway.)
Unfortunately, on June 30th, 2005, Toby will die. I am going to eat him. I am going to take Toby to a butcher to have him slaughter this cute bunny. I will then prepare Toby for a midsummer feast. I have several recipes under consideration, which can be seen, with some pretty graphic images, under the recipe section.
As a poor young man in Milwaukee in the middle 1970s, I ate a lot of rabbit. My father had a string of traps in the city parks and sometimes shot rabbits right out of his car. We ate so much rabbit my father called it “Fuzzy Chicken.” Say what you will, but we never went too hungry when my father was between jobs.
Italy Foreign Minister Disputes U.S. Claim:
Italy’s foreign minister said Tuesday that American troops killed an Italian intelligence officer in Iraq by accident, but he disputed Washington’s version of events, demanding a thorough U.S. investigation of the shooting and that “the culprits be punished.”
Foreign Minister Gianfranco Fini told parliament that the car carrying the intelligence officer and an ex-hostage to freedom was not speeding and was not ordered to stop by U.S. troops at a checkpoint, contrary to what U.S. officials say.
So Fini saw this how? Was it the intricate network of Italian spy satellites, or was he on the scene masquerading as an Iraqi farmer?
Here comes the intersection of gun rights and terrorism, and shockingly, they want to limit gun rights for our security: U.S. let terror suspects buy guns, feds say
Dozens of terrorist suspects on federal watch lists were allowed to buy firearms legally in the United States last year, according to a congressional investigation that points up major vulnerabilities in federal gun laws.
People suspected of being members of terrorist groups are not automatically barred from legally buying guns, and the new investigation, conducted by congressional officials at the Government Accountability Office, indicated that people with clear links to terrorist groups had taken advantage of this gap on a regular basis.
Since Sept. 11, 2001, law enforcement officials and gun control groups have voiced increasing concern about the prospect of having a terrorist walk into a gun shop, legally buying an assault rifle or other type of weapon and using it in an attack.
So now law enforcement officials and gun control groups want to prevent people on secret, unlisted watch groups from buying guns. Not people convicted of a crime, but a group of people who used to be called “presumed innocent.” If Congress passes legislation to prevent suspects from buying guns, watch for more suspicious people on secret watch lists. Anyone who wants to buy a gun, for instance, could be suspected of wanting the gun to commit a crime.
Some slippery slopes are so steep that they’re vertical drops, werd.
A reminiscience spurred by Richard Roeper’s column today:
Funny you should mention that, John. I, too, have noticed these bullet hole stickers. They’re not nearly as widespread as “Support Our Troops” ribbons, but they’re definitely gaining in popularity. You can buy stickers that will make it look like your fender, trunk or even your windows have been pierced with single bullet holes or multiple bullet holes. I’ve also seen the stickers on motorcycle helmets, as if the wearer is saying, “I’ve been shot!”
From one Web site hawking the stickers: “Imagine your friend spotting a few bullet holes on his new car after a long day at work; he may just cry like a baby.”
Hell, I’ve lived in the city. I don’t need simulation. On February 20, 1994, I came out from eight hours of slinging produce to find a couple of nice pass throughs between the driver side window and rear passenger window of my father’s car where a couple of small caliber rounds had passed through the car. I drove home with a cold bracing wind blowing through the pebbled windows and got the dual pleasure of dealing with my stepmother’s misplaced wrath and filing a police report. On my twenty-second birthday. Not the height of hillarity, but I didn’t cry like a baby.
Since I don’t have anything witty or insightful to say today, perhaps you should just go read the Chicago Tribune‘s Steve Chapman in his column "The illusions of the minimum wage", which begins:
Asking Democrats if they favor an increase in the minimum wage is like asking Martha Stewart if she’d mind sharing some decorating ideas. There are few things they’d rather do, and Sen. Ted Kennedy thinks it is high time.
The Massachusetts Democrat is offering a measure that would boost the wage floor from $5.15 to $7.25 an hour over the next two years. He notes that it has not been lifted since 1997, during which time senators have gotten seven pay raises. “If the Senate is serious about an anti-poverty agenda,” he said, “let’s start by raising the minimum wage.” Republicans, meanwhile, might accept an increase of $1.10, as proposed by Sen. Rick Santorum (R-Pa.).
It may seem like an inescapable truth that if you increase the amount employers pay their lowest-wage workers, you will have fewer poor people. Money, after all, is what they lack, and a higher minimum wage means more money to those in the worst-paying jobs.
In fact, this is one of those obvious facts that turns out not to be a fact at all. The available evidence suggests that raising the minimum wage doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do.
You see, the gentleman can sound kinda smart about things when he’s not la-dee-dah about foreign policy.
Norville to Anchor From ‘Home Confinement’:
Now HERE’S a good excuse for working at home. Deborah Norville will anchor Monday’s program of “Inside Edition” from her home on Long Island, N.Y., to try to give viewers a taste of what Martha Stewart’s home confinement is like.
Muhahahaha! I laugh with almost hysterical tears. I work from home, so I sometimes don’t leave the house for weeks. You want to know what it’s like?
It’s maddening, but I like madness. It keeps me company and walks on cats’ paws.
Seriously, what’s next? Deborah Norville drives her own car so viewers know what commuting is like?
(Link seen on Tim Blair’s site.)
If I were a cynic, or a hopeful writer of suspense fiction, I might make something different of this story: Italian Journalist Rejects U.S. Account.
Okay, we have these salient events:
And when the heat cools off and the journalist “recovered,” she would retire to Switzerland with her Iraqi lover on their ill-gotten loot.
I would title the book Ill Manifest.
Update: Real-life mystery writer Roger L. Simon offers a plot.
Update II: Baldilocks, who deploys a Ludlumian title for a post in The Sgrena Gambit, indicates that the car depicted above might not be the car alledgedly shot 300-400 times.
The St. Louis Post-Dispatch waxes romantic about homelessness in its Metro section today: For two men, it was a place to call home.
Even now, more than a month later, the discarded bits of their lives litter the ground around the little green bench — a few twist-off beer caps, a couple of dozen cigarette butts and some scraps of candy wrappers half-buried in the March mud.
For the better part of a year it had been their bench, and even on those rainy nights when they would leave to take shelter under the roof of a nearby bus stop, they would always return. There was no address, not in the strict sense of the word, but for Morris White and Kerry Smith, it was the closest thing to a home they would know for much of 2004.
They arrived for the first time in the late spring, when the city air was warm and clean, and the sweetgum trees were heavy with new leaves.
I don’t understand. I thought homelessness was bad, but here the Post-Dispatch sepia-tones the story of two men who preferred to live on the streets to living with their families or in homeless shelters with their pissant regulations.
If these homeless people don’t care to change their condition, why should I? Why should tax money be spent on them, other than it’s free?
I doubt the Post-Dispatch wanted to raise these questions.
Well, that’ how I would have titled this story, which the St. Louis Post-Dispatch entitled “St. Louis County lures 300 jobs from Alton”:
Smurfit-Stone Container Corp. will move 300 jobs from Alton to Creve Coeur as part of a deal with St. Louis County that could net the company up to $4.2 million in tax breaks.
Those workers will move into a new 10-story headquarters building just off Interstate 270 and Olive Boulevard, where they’ll be joined by 200 employees from Clayton and a dozen or so from Chesterfield, under the deal unveiled Friday.
You see, the corporation is getting $4,200,000 in tax breaks, but the St. Louis County Executive says:
That expanded tax base isn’t coming from the company, dear friends. It’s coming from the employees who will have to travel further to work but will have to buy lunch in Missouri instead of Illinois, expanding the St. Louis County sales tax base. It will help, too, when they gas up here, since they can pay for our roads more cheaply than they can pay for Illinois roads.
Remember, St. Louis County government serves itself and its corporate juicers, not the residents. If you don’t believe it, buy a house where developers will want to build a strip mall in 2014.
This book represents another picture book I inherited from my aunt, and if the used price on Amazon is any guide, it might have been her biggest eBay score. But she lacked a certain follow through on the whole online auction thing. So I’ve got it now, and I thumbed through it, looking at the historical photos of business in St. Louis and reading the flattering paragraphs accompanying the photos. The book was, as a matter of fact, underwritten by one of the enterprises whose start is depicted in the book. Of course that company and all others in St. Louis are praised. Lavishly.
So the book provides interesting photographs, and some trivia and insights, including:
Still, an enjoyable experience, once again a short one since it was mostly photos, and something I’ll share with the more historical members of my family. And, dear readers, if you offer me what they’re asking for it on Amazon, I’ll share it with you, too.
On September 30, 2005, Teddy Ruxpin became self-aware:
The teddy bear sitting in the corner of the child’s room might look normal, until his head starts following the kid around using a face recognition program, perhaps also allowing a parent talk to the child through a special phone, or monitor the child via a camera and wireless Internet connection.
Therapists from the future undoubtedly provided the venture capital for this innovation.
This book represents another picture book I inherited from my aunt. Not that it meant much to her; she probably bought it at a yard sale to sell on eBay, and I might well have been at the yard sale with her, egging her on.
It’s a compendium of 100 of the best movies from 1894-1994, as determined by Entertainment Weekly and Ty Burr. It contains the requisite mixture of classics and foreign films. Man, you know, the last foreign film I saw was El Mariachi, and prior to that it’s limited to Jackie Chan and kung fu flicks. I didn’t even see Crouching Estrogen, Hidden Misandry even though my wise and benevolent mother-in-law recommended it.
But books of this stripe are good browsing material, even if you’re not a tabloid fan or if you don’t care for anything lighter than The Atlantic Monthly for your magazine reading. Books like this are quick espresso shots of trivia information, information I hope to put to use at the next North Side Mindflayers Trivia Night victory.
Plus, if you’re a trivia smart aleck like me, you’ll look for flaws in the book. Like that the cover contains a still from Rebel without a Cause, which didn’t make the book. Or that the still of Han Solo confronting Jabba the Hutt from Star Wars was not from the original, but from the 25th anniversary re-release (in 1997, which was beyond the five year cutoff of the book).
So it’s a good enough book, a quick one-night flip through, and it won’t kill as many brain cells as, say, watching the French language liberated sexuality movies.
My beautiful wife bought me this book, whose full title is Treachery : How America’s Friends and Foes Are Secretly Arming Our Enemies, for Christmas, because the message of the season is Peace on Earth and this book details, in part, why that ain’t happening.
Gertz compiles the evidence that other countries, including Germany, France, Russia, and China, are arming rogue countries. I don’t know that I would have ever called these nations our friends, contrary to what Tom Clancy would have had us believe, so I’m not plussed by this information. It’s all pretty damning, and it’s the stuff I get daily on the blogs I tend to read. But to the uninitiated, and to those who don’t get their daily dose of human nature writ large on the international scale on the Internet, I’m sure the book was an eye-opener.
Gertz is a good, methodical writer and has a lot of access to insights and insiders to tease out information about national security and to present compelling calls to action with that information. So if you’ve got a hot and sexy wife who buys you things, I cannot emphasize enough that this is a good book to receive.