Category: Rant

  • It Ain’t Easy Using a Japanese Dictionary

    One of the many painful things about learning Japanese was learning how to use a Japanese dictionary.  It is something that students aren’t usually taught by native Japanese.  They already know how to use a Japanese dictionary and input Japanese into a PC or smartphone.  It seems not to have occurred to any of my instructors to discuss how to get an alternative character set on your PC or phone and how to look up a word in a dictionary.

    Japanese learners owe a huge debt to Jim Breen at Monash University in Australia.  Way back in 1991 he started a project that became the EDICT / JMDict Dictionary File. It is a public domain multi language Japanese dictionary database.  Prior to this most electronic Japanese to English dictionaries were expensive proprietary devices designed for Japanese speakers to look up English.  Almost every dictionary application on the web and the various smartphone dictionaries use Jim Breen’s data file.  So the all dictionary programs may have better or worse usability and search logic, but nine out of ten times the definition they provide will be identical.  The exception to this is the dictionaries designed for native Japanese speakers to look up English.  That’s a topic for another day.

    As an Android user the dictionary on my phone that I use all the time is called Aedict.  One of the interesting things about whatever he used to develop the application is that he als runs a web version that is identical to the phone application.  It’s available here:

    https://aedict-online.eu/

    So let’s suppose that you are reading some Japanese and come across the following word:

    出る

    What do you do if you have no idea how it is read or pronounced?  If it’s on the computer the easiest thing to do is copy the word and past it into the dictionary.  If you can’t do that you got several options each of them increasingly annoying.  First, let’s suppose you actually know the reading – in this case it is “deru”.  I can type that in romaji right into the search box.

    Your second option is to actually type the word in either hiragana or katakana.  The dictionary will recognized the hiragana or katakana the same as if you used romaji.  However, your phone (or here my Windows 10 PC) will also bring up list of characters that are written with those same hiragana characters.  Take a look in the middle of the box in the second illustration.

    Next, let’s suppose the character is physically written somewhere and you have no idea what it means or how to read it.  You have several options.  Below you see icons for a paintbrush or fude brush a puzzle piece and 4-1-4.

    I’ll skip the puzzle piece and 4-14 approaches as those particular methods work based on the structure and shape of the character and the number of strokes and are even more complex.  Instead let’s focus on the paintbrush.  We can actually draw the character right on the phone! (Or in the example below  with my mouse – which explains why it looks so bad.)

    The problem is that all of the character drawing applications for Japanese assume a basic knowledge of stroke order and number and type of stroke.  In the first example above I drew the character with the proper number and type of strokes.  You can see at the very top the very first character the application guessed is the correct kanji.  The second character may look drawn almost exactly the same, but it isn’t.

    Look in the middle of the illustration – it says Strokes: 6.  This character is only drawn with 5 strokes.  In small stroke character like this it isn’t too problematic, but in significantly more complex characters adding or missing a stroke can make this particular input method daunting.  You can see there is a check box to allow the program to guess +- 2 Strokes.  Sometimes this works and sometimes it doesn’t.

    Below Aedict displays both the proper way to draw this character and the definition. I picked “deru” because I find this word maddening.  It usage matches up to multiple different English meanings. The definition scrolls on beyond what I have displayed here.

    The application also provides other words and other readings that use the same character.  It also uses another wonderful public domain project called the Tatoeaba Project that a collection of Japanese sentences and translations in multiple languages.

    And finally because I chose a verb to look up the dictionary program tells us how to inflect it to make various grammar forms like present and past tenses.   In the old days you used to have also input verbs into electronic dictionaries in what is actually called “dictionary form”, but now most dictionary programs, including this one, will “de-inflect” verbs so that you can simply input the word as you read it.  That was huge deal because certain Japanese verbs are inflected in one of five ways and it can be difficult to tell which of the five was to use to get the dictionary form.

    There you go!  Simple right?  Happy Japanese learning everyone.

  • GlibFit 4.0 – A Rant

    I am not a happy camper.  I planned on taking most of Thanksgiving week off and then getting back to it this week.  We went to New York for Thanksgiving and I never quite adjusted to the time change when we there and when we first returned.  Between that and a bunch of late night activities, I came back tired.

    This week was just lousy.  I worked out some but missed a few days and I am pissed at myself.  Maybe my crappy mood made me notice the crappy music in the gym.  I swear there is some unspoken assumption that gym music just has to be the worst.

    I don’t even recognize most of what gets played.  Thanks to my daughters I did recognize a Jonas Brothers song and something by Billie Eilish.  JFC.  I’m supposed to workout to that?  I don’t know if I heard the song but a voiceover in the gym told me they played something by Shawn Mendes.  Also thanks to my daughters, I know his music is terrible.

    The last time I regularly heard good music in the gym was when I was an undergraduate.  The late, lamented WBCN was what that gym played.  Their motto was something like “three hundred sixty degrees of rock n roll.”  That sure as hell worked for me.

    ​​When I’m working out, particularly when I’m lifting, I want music that makes me feel like I can ram my head through concrete.  If it can’t do that then at least make me feel like I want to involuntarily bang my head.

    It’s pretty common.  Some of it was commercially popular. You can find more great put-your-head-through-the-wall-music on the same album.  The last one takes a moment to warm up but then it kicks ass.  Sometimes you want something that just moves you from moment one.  Something that starts fast and keeps on going. Maybe you want something from Texas.

    When I lose myself in a workout, I can get contemplative.  There’s great music about the afterlife, politics, the drug war, or more on the drug war.  Sure, the last one has a weird interlude but that’s the time to rest between sets.  

    If I need some inspiration to workout there’s music that reminds me of my mortality or why I started in the first place.  Remembering the video doesn’t hurt either.

    When I’m done working out, I’m typically famished.  I’ve got to eat. There’s music for that too.

    I’m just unconvinced gyms have to play crappy music that’s as likely to put you to sleep as it is to make you wretch.  Maybe you IP lawyer Glibs know something about the licensing aspect of this that will clear up my confusion.  Let me know in the comments.

    In short, fuck shitty gym music.  Play something hard and fast

    I’ll be up before 5 AM today driving to daughter 2’s volleyball tournament so I’m not sure how available I’ll be to comment. Since I may not be around, I’ve got three things to say here. Mojeaux can thank me later, that loud sploosh you heard came from MikeS, and yes I made a Texas music reference without it being a Digby-roll.

  • I Fucking Hate New York, Part II: The Self-Defensining

    If you can remember back to this post, I was and am in the process of getting legal with the Empire State with respect to items that go BLAM!  A bit more than a year ago, I received permission from his most gracious and beneficent judge of Saratoga County to take possession and assume actual physical control of a handgun.  A (as in singular) handgun (a 1965 Ruger Standard with a 6″ barrel).

    Ruger Mark I with a 6" barrel
    There are many like it, but this one is MINE.

    Since that time, I have amended that license a few times, paying $3 each time I had enough money lying around to add to the collection.   This license didn’t allow me to defend myself with it, that would still be very illegal.  But having had it for a year, and only having put holes in non-human objects I am now permitted to shell out another $200, spend another day in class and then re-apply to be granted such permissions as stopping for gasoline or lunch on the way to and/or from a gun range.

    Why does this class cost $200?  Well first of all it can be.  Regulatory capture and all that.  But adding to that cost is undoubtedly this (underlining, bolding and italicizing in the original):

    New York State Penal Law provisions including but not limited to the SAFE Act;
    Article 35 (justification of the use of force); reporting requirements for the theft or
    loss of a firearm or ammunition; where it is lawful to carry and possess a firearm;
    and proactive awareness of surroundings, home, and car while carrying a firearm.
    Classroom instruction on Penal Law Article 35 must be provided by an attorney licensed to practice in New York State.

    NY looooves the shit out of its Top. Men.  So much so that it’s simultaneously trying to eradicate the NRA, but also relying on the NRA to determine when freemen can travel through the King’s Land with their weapons.

    The class itself was ridonkulously basic and exactly like every other gun safety class you have ever been exposed to, with the one exception of the Article 35 review mentioned above.  That part was given by a lawyer that happened to be the club’s treasurer and gave off a whiff of gun-nuttery.  He was a enthusiastic fanboi of Massad Ayoob and encouraged us to subscribe to Combat Handgunner and because they both had columns written by Mr. Ayoob.  This lawyer’s reasoning was that if you have a subscription to these magazines, any article in them could be presented in your defense as training as part of the “reasonable person*” defense.  I have no idea how often this works, and didn’t ask him about his success rate in actual trials.

    New York’s self defense laws are pretty straightforward if you follow the logic of “you need a really good reason to kill someone,” and “you need to de-escalate.”  However, there is a fuckton of nuance and interpretation in implementation that I am sure gets abused.  New York distinguishes between “Physical Force” and “Deadly Physical force”**  Basically, you have a duty to retreat in public, but do not have a duty to put yourself at a tactical disadvantage.  You cannot use Deadly Physical Force against someone that is only using Physical Force, unless the person is in the act of committing a kidnapping, a rape, or arson.  (Yes, in NY arson is the sole exception to being able to defend property with force).  There is a “castle doctrine,” but only to the extent that “duty to retreat” does not apply within a residence that you are authorized to be in.  You still can’t shoot (or stab or club) someone who is in your house unless they are attacking you or committing one of those aforementioned crimes, supra.  You can only defend an “innocent” third party (so that White Hispanic dude with the Kel-Tec would likely have been convicted in NY).

    The lawyer also did something extremely useful, which was to pass out his business card which immediately went into the wallet because it is printed thusly:  ‘

    Need to get this thing laminated

    The rest of the course consisted of me getting yelled at by a Range Safety Officer for not having a correct shooting grip while practice drawing a rubber Sig P220 from a provided right-handed paddle holster.  I am not right-handed.

    I did not muzzle myself or anyone else during the drills. But some people become RSOs to have an excuse to yell at people I guess.

    Then we went for a live-fire qualification where I shot 500/500 on an AP1 target over distances ranging from 15 yards to 3, and with times allowed ranging from “completely adequate” to “literally forever.” The fact that this was considered a notable accomplishment makes me weep, and reminds me that the NRA was founded by a bunch of Civil War veterans from New York who were appalled by their cohort’s marksmanship (or lack thereof).  Apparently nothing has changed in the last 150 years.  I then received a suitable-for-framing certificate of completion and was told the correct way to request that my permit be switched to “unrestricted.”  There isn’t actually any indication on the forms that you want to do that.  You just ask to have a duplicate permit made and the nice ladies at the Sheriff’s Office (no sarcasm this time) are supposed to telepathically determine that you want an upgrade (though I suppose the fact that you hand them your certificate should be a big hint — still, there is no official paperwork AFAICT.)  This triggers another round  of background checks with now a higher standard for acceptance (or rather a lower bar for rejection***).  Again, this standard is completely at the whim of his most gracious judicial majesty of the County of X.  A rejection at this stage is appealable, but successful appeals have never happened ever in the history of “who the fuck do you think you are peasant?”  Unlike the initial permitting process, this upgrading is supposed to happen quickly.  We shall see.

    *turns in paperwork*

    *waits*

     

    via GIPHY

    *receives phone call from Sheriff’s Office.*  Apparently when I traded in my 22/45 for my Mark IV, the gun store paperwork got the gun I was trading in and the gun I was taking home BACKWARDS.  Fortunately the sheriff isn’t arresting me.  Yet.

    *waits*

    via GIPHY

    One week later…

    “Mr. Adahn, could you come down to the Sheriff’s office on [names two days of the week] between [names a three hour window]?  You’ll need to bring your pistol license with you.”

    While this might be a trap, they already know where I live and that I’m (vaguely and lightly) armed, and they haven’t sent a SWAT team after me (yet).  So I go at the next opportunity (which is 20 hours later).  The nice ladies at the Sheriff’s office take a new picture of me, have me wait while they warm up the card printer, then have me wait some more while they warm up the card laminator.  Then they hand me a card very similar to my earlier one, only this one has the picture of a less fat guy on it, has my pistols printed on it instead of being written in sharpie, and most importantly, in the lower let corner it says UNRESTRICTED.  I am now less likely to commit a felony than I was before.

    I celebrate by getting a coffee and bagel at a Panera drive through (French toast with cream cheese) while having a pistol in the car.

     

    *NY’s “reasonable person” definition apparently includes that a reasonable person would have the same knowledge as the defendant.  Thus if you smoke someone who has a knife that is five yards away and you have been trained on the Tuller Drill, a “reasonable person” knows that an armed attacker within seven yards presents a lethal threat.

    **Kicking someone barefooted is Physical Force.  Kicking someone with a shoe on is Deadly Physical Force.

    ***All of the information about this unrestricted permitting process makes it very clear that they will reject your ass for a single DUI.  You even have to acknowledge this before the class begins.  During the practice session for SSRG’s multi-gun event, I talked to three members who were avid clay shooters that were denied pistol permits for that very reason, which is why the club chose the “2×4” format for the matches.  You can’t assume that a NYS resident will be able to legally complete with a pistol.

  • The Moral Panic of Joanna Schroeder

    Joanna Schroeder as pictured in the CNN article.

    California mother and serious writer Joanna Schroeder recently got her fifteen minutes of fame courtesy of breathless CNN reporter Sara Sidner. Why, exactly? You see, Ms. Schroeder is very, very concerned about the well-being of her teenage sons, as a good mother should be, and wanted to raise the alarm for other mothers of teenage boys to be aware of the insidious reach of right-wing propaganda. She valiantly warned her fellow naive do-gooders about the sinister extremist messaging being used to target youth, lest they be “drawn in by snarky memes.”

    Words to watch for

    Snowflake: used to mock people deemed too sensitive, especially about issues impacting minorities

    SJW: stands for “social justice warrior,” a term used to mock civil rights activists

    Sidner does offer the rote, perfunctory disclaimer that Schroeder “does not shun mainstream conservative thought,” yet curiously fails to provide any evidence of that, or any example of what constitutes mainstream conservative thought. This claim is completely and laughably undermined by the inclusion of the terms “snowflake,” and “SJW” in the sidebar list of forbidden speech.

    Those terms have been part of conservative dialogue for years. National Review is the leading organ of that mainstream conservative thought which Schroeder claims to not shun, yet of which she is blissfully unaware. A quick web search of the National Review website yielded articles from early 2015 by James Lileks and Jennifer Kabbany with the contemporary usage of “snowflake” as a term for overly-sensitive, nominally adult humans. Rather prophetically, Kabbany’s piece is titled “The Death of College Humor.” The term “SJW” was first used by National Review in late 2015 in articles by George Leef and Katherine Timpf.

    Those who use the phrase sarcastically, as most do, imply that the snowflakes’ sensibilities are impossibly delicate, and shatter when confronted with the horrible realities of the world, such as capitalism or people who are insufficiently troubled by the link between climate change and industrial lettuce production. –James Lileks

    Four and a half years is forever ago in the age of internet and twenty-four hour news. Yet, somehow, concerned mother Schroeder and professional journalist Sidner both missed those and all the subsequent references in National Review and other conservative media. And all the serious, informed, and rational discussion about the chilling effect of speech codes, and the erosion of first amendment rights.

    Words to watch for
    Beta… Cuck…
    Femenoid/femoid…
    Redpilled…
    Blood and Soil…
    14 or 88…
    ((( )))…

    That’s quite an impressive list that they have assembled, and some of them are actual white supremacist dogwhistles: “Blood and Soil;” 14; 88; and the “echo,” those three nested parentheses denoting the thing contained within is (((Jewish))). But it should be noted that the echo has also been coopted by Jews and is often used ironically. Schroeder is right to be concerned about teenagers using those phrases. But including the phrases “SJW,” “snowflake,” and “triggered” in that laundry list only fans the flames of hysteria and undermines Schroeder’s already dubious credibility.

    The first word I heard was “triggered,” and that’s a tough one. You may hear this from your conservative uncle, and you may also hear this from a kid who’s getting a lot of alt-right messaging online, and that’s everyone’s too sensitive today. -Schroeder, CNN interview

    About the term “triggering” – Schroeder seems unaware that the term was originally a legit feminist term, explained to us back in June, 2015, by Gillian Brown on that unimpeachably feminist website Everyday Feminism. That the term has been so thoroughly co-opted by relentless parody that she is only familiar with its ironic usage must be as disappointing to Schroeder as having her lack of familiarity with feminist rhetoric exposed.

    This guy understood the role of media in creating moral panics all the way back in 1964. He would have referred to Schroeder as a “moral entrepreneur.”

    Schroeder does grudgingly acknowledge during her CNN interview that not all those “words to watch for” are racist, but some are “gateways.” The slippery slope argument, hinted at. Just like Marijuana is a “gateway drug” and every person who takes a puff from a “reefer” will eventually end up a heroin addict. And then there is the slippery conflation of mere mockery with inevitable racism and homophobia, since according to the article the term Snowflake is used to mock people “especially [emphasis added] about issues impacting minorities.” SJW, we are informed, “is a term used to mock civil rights activists.”

    These terms are being used to mock and push back against the speech police, wannabe censors and their enablers such as Schroeder. The whole point of “triggering,” in the original usage anyway, is the conflation of speech with actual physical violence. This is unacceptable to those of use in the Liberty community, and moral scolds such as Schroeder must always be seen as enemies of free speech.

  • Just the Tip

    One day I went to a restaurant/bar that my sister worked at in college.  She was just paying her way, and I really just showed up because I didn’t have much anything better to do after work and it didn’t make sense to drive home if I was just going to have to drive back out again to pick her up.  So I ordered a beer and told her to bring the check with her.   Under the gratuity tab I wrote:

    $0.00  HA!!!*

    This is my review of Brasserie Caracoule Nostradamus Belgian Brown Ale

    Earlier this summer, this article from Politico ruffled a few feathers.  It is an editorial discusing a piece of legislation that will not only raise the nation minimum wage to $15, it also contains a provision that will eliminate tipping.

    There’s another provision in the legislation—eliminating the subminimum tipped wage—that corrects a wrong that goes much further back than the previous federal minimum wage increase. For workers regularly making more than $30 a month in tips, employers can currently pay as little as $2.13 an hour. That subminimum wage has been frozen at this level for decades. Should the Raise the Wage Act pass the House, it will mark the first time that either chamber of Congress has moved to eliminate the subminimum wage, which not only deepens economic inequalities but also happens to be a relic of slavery.

    I suppose that makes it problematic the most racist president in American History happens to carry a bunch of $20’s in his back pocket specifically for tips–and it is.  He is supposedly a billionaire, I expect $100’s.  Chances are pretty good he made a fortune in the hospitality industry and knows those workers are often motivated to work hard if he tips well.

    Should’ve shown more leg

    Is the United States emblematic of it’s underlying racism by perpetuating a tipping culture in the services industry?  Lets check in with the supposed most perfect country of them all, and an actual racist country and see if there is a tipping culture there…I guess they showed me.  Or did they?  Chances are the most reasonable explanation for such a disparity between these two countries is—its complicated.  After all, in Japan tipping is considered rude.

    Here’s my problem:  I happen to be a person of color, and while I have experienced casual racism on occasion nobody is lynching me.  From the “inherently racist society” standpoint, sometimes somebody will say something stupid.  To be honest all it really tells me is that person is an idiot, if all they are doing is saying stupid things there is no sense in letting that affect my mood.  From the “inherently racist society therefore racist government” standpoint, some Janet Reno type is not sending anybody to kick down my door, and take me back to where I came from.  Yes, immigration raids are a thing, but given that I’m a natural born citizen that’s not really a concern for me.  Besides, that’s more a symptom of a our quasi-eunuch culture that practically begs for an enormous overbearing bureaucracy to step in, and make things all better…

    The worst I normally experience is from other Mexicans, who assume I primarily speak Spanish based entirely on appearances.  Let’s face it, if I put on a Panama Hat, tuck in a collared shirt, and walk around a bit somebody is going to ask if I need hands on my hacienda.  Its a look I pull off.

    That said, the only way we can fix this is for some to recognize society has moved on from sins of the past.  Was it bad?  Absolutely.  Is it a custom with roots in an unsavory part of history?  Okay fine, yes.  Is it a custom that continues to be justified by this unsavory history?  No, it absolutely is not.  We tip because we know some occupations do not make a particularly affluent living, but it is a living because the expectation is the service they provide can be rewarded IF it is exemplary.  Failure to provide said service in even an acceptable manner, will result in the employer to fire said employee because that service is not particularly difficult and a replacement is easily found.

    People making this argument against tipping culture, conveniently forget the owner of the establishment also loses if the service is bad.  The food may be fantastic, but it doesn’t do anybody any good if I am staring at my empty water glass because I am not presently eating that fantastic meal.  If I should leave, nobody gets paid and the owner is stuck with the cost of the unserved food.  Repeat this process for a year and none of the servers and the owner are without work—because the restaurant is out of business.  But servers in Europe are paid without tips… In my experience, the service and food in France sucked, the service in England and Ireland was good even if the food also sucked.  Guess which countries I was expected to tip?

    Want people to move on from our racist past?  Stop trying to scour every single aspect of culture and society in an attempt to root out a nearly extinct boogeyman.  The rest of us moved on, perhaps you should too.

     

    Is this beer any good?  Hell yeah it is.  It is similar to red label Chimay but does not bear the Trappist mark for those that prefer Catholics not fly their freak flag.  Not quite as good.  What?  Did you think I was going to yammer on about Nostradamus?

    In the year the emperor’s robe turns ablaze. Drink will spill.  The libation bearing my name, flows to enhance the good times they will.

    How is that?  Brasserie Caracoule Nostradamus Belgian Brown Ale 3.8/5

    *Relax, I had $2 in cash on hand and left it on the table.  Not enough to pay for the beer, but plenty for a tip.  Why wouldn’t I tip my own sister?

  • Portrait of a Grifter

     

    This marvelous human being, who I’ll call Erin Skakel, is potentially teaching the children of at least one Glib, but more on that later. In addition to redacting her name, and the names of the neighborhood groups to which she posted (the ones of which I am aware, anyway), I have also redacted her image, replacing it with what I believe to be the original Rosie the Riveter poster art from WW2. I deliberately chose that image because her profile pic is one of her cosplaying Rosie. I find it ironic that the accompanying slogan on the original was “we can do it,” when Skakel’s modus vivendi is anything but self-reliance. Rather the Blanche DuBois sort, our girl, always relying on the kindness of strangers.

    That FaceBook post is one of the best examples of writing you will ever see. Seriously. What appears on first glance to be a disjointed stream of conscious rant is revealed upon further examination as a masterpiece of compact, effective prose. Skakel recently posted that paragraph accompanied by a picture (not included, you perverts) of human shins sorely afflicted with a large and severe patch of irritation. Her targets were at least two FaceBook groups for a formerly dowdy Richmond area which recently became trendy and saw its property values skyrocket. Neighborhoods whose lawns are dotted with signs for progressive causes and candidates.

    “anyone know the most inexpensive ways to see a doc”

    Such an innocent and straightforward request. How could you be suspicious of that, Tonio? How? Brain overheating from too many layers of tinfoil? THC-induced psychosis, perhaps? The poor woman is just trying to see a doctor, for goodness sake.

    It fails the reasonable person test that she can’t call around, or surf around on the internet and find that shiznat out. She’s an adult with a college degree and holds down a nominally professional job. Her stated request is for a referral to the cheapest treatment alternative.

    “I’m used to just making an appt”

    I kept skimming over this clause, filtering it out as “random, self-absorbed, chick blather,” but something about it made me keep coming back to it until it struck me that this was a tell; that she had inadvertently dropped a piece of information which caused everything else to drop into place.

    Used to just making an appointment, like she has done some research and found out that the cheapest way to get medical treatment involves getting to a clinic at opening hour (or earlier, because there is always a line), getting on the list and waiting around until your name is called. In the case of the private charity clinic there is paperwork and means-testing and a sliding fee scale for general medical services; I’m unsure about the fee structure of the government health clinic.

    So, you see, Skakel doesn’t just want to receive medical treatment, but to do so in a doctor’s office with an appointment like she’s used to instead of waiting around with sick, poor people for what will probably be a long time.

    Anyone taking an interest in Skakel’s plight and having internet access could quickly discover that the walk-in clinic at the chain pharmacy will cost you $59.00. Again, she’s a college graduate; she has the internet. She presumably has friends. She could figure that out if she wanted to, and if that was her actual intention. She’s signalling that she doesn’t have the money she needs to go to the doctor. But there’s that looming vacay which she drops to give a sense of urgency to her plight. It doesn’t matter how off-putting it is to certain members of her target audience to be asked to subsidize her vacay, money being fungible and all.

    So… I’m a teacher.

    Teachers are sacrosanct. Skakel knows that. She leads with that. It’s the first sentence of her post, which is supposed to be the most important part of your message in any sort of pitch. It’s also a warning to not judge her; she knows that would be enforced by the countless right-thinkful people in the neighborhood and that any pushback would only make her seem more sympathetic to the credulous people who are likely to be moved by her tale of woe.

    I […] have gotten what I thought was poison ivy but… I’m not sure is getting better or that’s what it is.

    Normal people who are looking to earn money quickly often turn to informal unskilled labor such as cleaning and yardwork. But Skakel obviously fails at yard work, and due to the placement of the injuries, is currently unsuited for on-your-knees labor such as scrubbing or weeding. Plus she may not be getting better so it would be cruel to even suggest she perform manual labor while sick. Also, bonus points to her for making that sentence do double-duty both as an expanation of the root cause of her current crisis, and as a gym pass for why she can’t be expected to do, you know, actual physical labor with those gross oozy patches on her shins.

    It’s the pervasive sense of entitlement I find most offensive about Skakel and those like her. This attitude is becoming increasingly prevalant in society. On a larger scale this becomes something like the chimeral “living wage.” In both cases there is the pervasive sense that if a person works they should be able to afford a certain standard of living, certain amenities, regardless of other decisions they have made.

    I won’t delve deeply into the argle-bargle about Skakel accidentally opting out of her health insurance. It’s just not believable on so many levels. My hypothesis is that she thought her medical expenses would be flat and predictable, opted out of her insurance, and had just enough deducted to cover her monthly meds. But, whatever. Here’s what she didn’t do once she figured out that she’d fucked up – act responsibly.

    A responsible person would have set aside money each month to cover out-of-pocket office visits. A responsible person would have gotten a part-time job at the beginning of summer break to earn money to cover unforeseen medical expenses, and perhaps been able to use that money to pay for a vacay once she had health insurance again, but not before. A responsible person would have… I’m preaching to the choir here, people.

    I grew up in an apartment complex heavily populated by teachers. Everyone knew that the unmarried women teachers who wanted to get ahead would share an apartment with another girl, hold down a summer job as a waitress, or with parks and rec, etc. If you lived simply you could afford to live alone and hang out by the pool instead of going on a nice vacation. Your choice. The assumption that she is entitled to a vacay, come hell or high water, is baked into everything she writes.

    Even though this is an opinion piece, as an author primarily of fiction I cannot help but resolve conflict once it has been established. Be brave, dear readers, as the plight of our damsel in distress is about to be revealed.

    Caloo, callay! It appears that our plucky heroine did indeed get her vacation. And how nice of her to check in on us all after the big thunderstorm that rolled through and downed a bunch of trees.

    I’m one of those barely make it month to month “ers”

    Come again? Doesn’t sound like it to me, hon. Sounds like you are living a quite nice lifestyle since you have the money for vacay and gym classes. Skakel lives in the city of Richmond but teaches in one of the nearby counties. The location of the class she wants to take is in the opposite direction from the county in which she teaches. Suspect that “accountability partner” will end up doing most of the driving.

    Thanks to everyone for slogging through a long rant with no laugh lines, tentacles or sex. So here’s a little something that will appeal to most of you.

  • Grievance Drinking: Part 2

    If I could find it, I’d try it.  I’d probably save the bottle and out it somewhere on display.  It takes guts to put that guy’s mug on a label with the intent to sell.

    Anyways…this week’s installment discusses issues women have with beer.  Not necessarily what you might think.

    This my review of Singlecut Brewery Eric (moar cowbell!) Milk Stout (H/T:  IoBot).

    TW:  The Gruniad

    Drinks that have fallen victim to crude stereotyping – such as Slack Alice, a cider described as “a little tart” and pump clips featuring scantily-clad buxom women – have been banned from this week’s event at London’s Olympia which is set to attract tens of thousands of visitors.

    The blanket ban goes a step further than a new code of conduct launched by the campaign group last year and is supported by a new YouGov survey which found that 68% of female drinkers would be unlikely to buy a beer if they saw an advert for it using offensive “laddish” imagery.

    The findings suggest British women are now actively boycotting products which reflect out of date and discriminatory attitudes and images associated with an industry traditionally dominated by men.

    […]

    Abigail Newton, the vice-chair of Camra’s national executive, said: “Consumer organisations like Camra have an important role to play in making women feel more welcomed within the beer world. This is the first time we’ve made such a bold statement with a ban.

    “It’s hard to understand why some brewers would actively choose to alienate the vast majority of their potential customers with material likely to only appeal to a tiny and shrinking percentage.

    “We need to do more to encourage female beer drinkers, which are currently only 17% of the population, despite the fact that they make up more than 50% of the potential market. Beer is not a man’s drinks or a woman’s drink, it is a drink for everyone. There is a huge amount of work that needs to be done to overcome outdated stereotypes.”

    It would appear ladies that like beer happen to occur within a certain segment of the market that also does not like disparaging labels against women.  If you need a good idea of how many women happen to be enthusiastic beer drinkers, here is a picture of the most recent Beer With(out) Beards festival, which is geared for female-owned breweries, reported with 700 people attending.  Granted this number probably beats most libertarian conventions, but the photo in the link shows an awful lot of men in the crowd.  I am not sure what the Gruniad is trying to argue here.  Women don’t drink beer because they’re offended by the label and thus the industry must cater to their outrage by giving it a label with rainbows instead of flaming skulls?

    Perhaps the reason beer is not marketed to women, is the overwhelming majority of beer drinkers are men?  I’m not one of those marketing geniuses or anything so in case somebody here might be in marketing…

    At any rate this beer delivers all the cowbell Bruce Dickinson can possibly want.  If you have no idea what I am talking about, here is a link, and please consider getting out some more.  Its a traditional take on the English Milk Stout, and does it very well. Singlecut Brewery Eric (moar cowbell!) Milk Stout:  3.9/5

  • Facebook thinks I’m a Black woman

    I hate Facebook. Firstly, the interface confuses me. Secondly, the people in charge think they know me, know what I want, and know what’s best for me. They don’t. If they did, I’d be even more pissed. Thirdly, I’m sick of the ads in the middle of videos. Put an ad in a video I’m watching, the rest of that video is not getting watched (also looking at you too, YouTube).

    But this isn’t new; it’s just that now I’m not getting anything I need from social media that attracted me to it in the first place, and it’s all because they think they know what you want to see, and then serves up ads for that.

    Here’s the meat of it: You click one thing that’s interesting to you, and social media thinks that’s who you are and the only thing you want to see.

    TWITTER.

    In the early days, the point of Twitter was to see interesting conversations between people you did not follow and who did not follow you, drop in on them, add your 2 cents, and make new, interesting friends. It was like a cocktail party set to mêlée and everybody had fun.

    Now, not so much. First, you don’t see many people you don’t already follow or who follow you. Second, people guard their tribes as if it’s inside a ten-foot-thick block of ice. Prepare to be ignored or chased out of the conversation.

    Twitter’s usefulness for me is gone.

    PINTEREST.

    In the early days, the point of Pinterest was to see random things that caught your eye. You pinned them to your board. Searching was encouraged, but who would think to search for things like “Altoid tin art” if you’ve never heard of it before? I was introduced to many, many things I never knew existed through the chaos that was the Pinterest home page. “Search!” they say. “Search!” Um…can’t search what I’ve never encountered.

    Now … all you see is different versions of the same things you’ve already pinned. I do not want another elaborate late Victorian, early Edwardian spiral staircase that has been lovingly restored in the same color stain, same carpet, and same wallpaper (almost always William Morris).

    This is not useful.

    FACEBOOK.

    They have the videos tab there. I can’t stand to let a notification badge go unclicked, so I click the videos tab on my iPad. ONE TIME, I clicked on a video to watch how weaves were done. ONCE. I was curious, so I clicked. Now that’s all Facebook shows me. I want the chaos that encourages discovery, not the same stuff I looked at once to satisfy my curiosity.

    Nothing is going to change, I know. I’m shilling books (when I get up the courage to do so, I mean), and Facebook’s treatment of my posts is another rant for another day, which I will not do because everybody knows about it and rants about it and nothing changes.

    Thus, I am on Facebook because that’s really where my readers are—if Facebook allows me to reach them without paying to do so (which is a rant for another day).

    I have to remind myself: If the service is free, I’m the service. But damn. I’m missing out on a lot of fun stuff I don’t know exists and thus, cannot search for it. If you expand my horizons by showing me stuff I’ve never seen before, you would expand your list of things you can advertise.

    Twitter, Pinterest, and Facebook: I’m not who you think I am, so go back to allowing me to decide what I want to look at.

  • Rant Alert ?

    I was going to treat you all to another episode of my Guide to Insufferable Politeness, but I’m too angry and frustrated to write about being polite.

    I’ve been trying since 29 July to get one small thing done for my MIL and her healthcare.

    We need a tracking referral with authorization number from Mom’s soon-to-be former primary care doc so she can see the retinal specialist here and not have to self-pay each time (which isn’t being reimbursed).

    Can we get it sent?

    NO!

    I’ve sent 4 faxes on the appropriate form. The eye doc’s office has sent 3. OMWC’s sister was in Florida and WENT AND FILLED OUT THE PAPERWORK AT THE OFFICE, WHERE THE STAFF KNOWS HER.

    Has it been sent? Nope.

    Tomorrow I will be invoking attorneys, and my attorney has actually killed people.

    /rant

     

     

  • BAH!! KILL IT!! KILL THE LIGHT RAIL!!

    One Sunday afternoon I received a call from an unknown number.  It was a local number so I answered it, as many of scam calls come from a 323 area code (CA).  I probably shouldn’t have done that, because the lady on the other line wanted to convince me to vote against Prop 105. Is this a local issue?  Yes, but quite frankly I have a platform for free speech and damnit, I’m going to use it….

    This is my review of Four Peaks Golden Lager…a refreshingly local Pilsner.

    What does this ballot measure entail?  The City of Phoenix is asking residents to allocate, or not allocate funds to extend the Phoenix light rail.  The actual proposition is below:

    What would Proposition 105 do?

    Proposition 105 would prohibit the city from spending money on development, construction, expansion, or improvement of light rail transit, with an exception for PHX Sky Train. It would allocate any revenue from the city’s 0.7% transportation sales tax that was previously allocated toward light rail development to other city infrastructure. The initiative would earmark any revenue allocated to light rail development along Central Avenue south of Washington Street specifically for infrastructure in South Phoenix. This would include the South Central Extension project. Proposition 105’s provisions reallocating revenue would apply to any collected, unspent revenue as well as future revenue.

    Proposition 105 would also add within the city charter provisions authorizing the Phoenix Citizens Transportation Committee—which is currently established through city code. The initiative would guarantee a $25,000 annual budget for the committee and task the committee with soliciting feedback from the public and advising the city council on how to spend funds reallocated by Proposition 105.

    It appears to be intentionally confusing to the average voter reading at a 4th grade level since voting “Yes” means you DO NOT want the light rail projects to continue.  Now, Forbes did a piece on the Phoenix Light Rail project that puts a lot of the ridership numbers in perspective and they make the case it was not a particularly good investment.  Granted, this was nearly a decade ago.  The light rail, (Valley Metro) and the local media have claimed the light rail since it was opened has already created $11 billion in development.  A local free market think-tank however published an analysis that disputes this claim.  Of the 344 construction projects built within 1/2 mile, cited by Valley Metro, 177 were either government subsidized, government buildings, or part of expansions/renovations at Arizona State University.  17 are also located more than 1/2 mile away (honest mistake?) from a light rail station and 2 of the cited projects were built before the light rail.

    One of the most absurd projects on Valley Metro’s list is a 2,000-space parking garage for air travelers. The garage happens to be next to a light-rail station, so Valley Metro includes it on the list. Yet this station is the closest light rail comes to Sky Harbor Airport, so no one using the parking garage would ever use the light rail to get between the garage and the airport. Many other projects on the list similarly have nothing to do with transit.

    Why would nobody use the light rail in this case?  Sky Harbor International Airport has its own rail (Sky Harbor SkyTrain) to ferry passengers between parking structures, the terminals, and the rental car complex.  The report also goes on to say there is no reason any of the other projects could be built elsewhere.  The only effect the light rail has, is in relocating where (government subsidized) businesses owners choose to open up shop.  They were going to open regardless of the rail.

    Yes, the local paper and others did make sure everybody knows this is just another Koch-funded scheme, even though the think-tank or the group initiating the ballot measure denied they received funding from them for this proposition.  The ties between the think-tank and the Koch brothers is from a disclosure of a single donation dating to 2017.  The propositions were started from a group of business owners in South Phoenix that opposed an expansion due to access to their businesses.

    Not my photo of 43rd St and Washington.

    This is a concern anybody in Phoenix can see for themselves if they ever go to a sporting event downtown.  Washington and Jefferson streets run east/west through downtown and are both one way; Chase Field, Talking Stick Arena, the convention center, and other cultural locations are located along these streets. Many of the buildings between Washington/Jefferson Street, part of an existing light rail run, are closed down primarily because they cannot be accessed by car, because you can only drive one way and access the building by crossing the light rail.  Many are also too far to walk to if you take the light rail.  The proponents of the light rail consistently argue the riders are put in a better position to make Phoenix a walking city, theoretically making Washington and Jefferson streets less congested.  Never mind the light rail effectively takes up two lanes on both streets. Finally, the high today is forecast at 109 and will likely be warmer than at noon today because of the ambient heat reflecting off both the street and the buildings.  Nobody walks anywhere in Phoenix–care to guess why?

    By the way, South Phoenix is the part of town where low to middle income families live.  They say the proposed path will inhibit local businesses ability to stay in business will therefore affect low to middle income residents. These are NOT people that own the monocle factory, who can easily relocate their business to another part of town.

    Naturally opponents of the ballot measures are citing a positive economic and environmental impact.  Others argue the areas now pushing against the expansion were not well represented in the vote for the planned expansion due to supposed voter suppression.  Which is an odd argument for them to make because the measure passed in 2015, an off-cycle election when measures are deliberately voted on because turnout is often low.

    I plan to vote yes, if you are registered to vote in Phoenix, consider voting yes if at all.

    Is this another one if those drinkable craft lager/ale things that are mass produced and sold next to other yellow beers?  Not hardly. This threads the needle between a serious Czech-style Pilsner and something non-threatening for your non-beer drinker friends gathering for a sporting event.  They even put it out seasonally.  If you are in the local area, I recommend it.  Four Peaks Golden Lager 3.5/5