Monday, October 31, 2005

Dilbert has a blog!

Dilbert author Scott Adams is blogging now. I saw the link
over at Peeve Farm last week, but I forgot to bookmark it.
When I remembered it yesterday, a quick google of Dilbert,
blog, brought it to the top of the list. If I can remember my
password at blogrolling I'll add it to the list, it looks like a
good daily read, for example:

Maybe it’s the way I was raised, but I find that I get mad about all the wrong things. For example, when I hear a news report about some serial killer who buried 43 victims in an underground bunker that he constructed beneath his shed, my first reaction is Wow. He built an underground bunker under a shed! I find myself admiring his industriousness and passion in the pursuit of his dreams. That’s clearly wrong.

Which is pretty fucking funny if you ask me, not only is it easy
to see the source of the very twisted dogbert as the king of
the world, but is pretty much the way I watch the news now.
Sortof, how'd the guy get 27 bodies under his house? A
baseball rolls under the house and to me it is lost forever. Pushing
a dead body through a crawlspace would be the height of the
heeby-jeebies to me. Maybe that's why I'm not a mass murderer,
or is it because this house has a concrete foundation? hmmm.
(to the FBI, I'm joking)


Sunday, October 30, 2005

Cognitive Dissonance at the BBC

I'm back from the UK finally. After two weeks of just
watching 5 BBC channels, with no internet in the hotel,
I'm bathing in information, surfing the web and watching
tv while reading the newspaper.

BBC is far more slanted than even the big 3 networks here.
It seems like every news story ends with a jab at the bush
administration: "Scientists expect a the coldest winter
in the past 20 years, which will be hard on the poor, this
is because the US didn't sign the Kyoto treaty."

They will be doing a whole show Monday on "Katrina,
America's Shame", and constantly showed those photos
of Wilson and Plame with her dressed in dark glasses and
a scarf as they did stories about how Bush led us to war
based on a lie. (To them ambassador Wilson is still credible).

Then when they have a true local story to cover, riots between
Pakistanis and blacks in Birmingham, they never say
the key word, the elephant in the room is never mentioned.
It's easy to infer what might be really happened when they
mention under their breath that during the violence a mosque
was attacked.

Then a fairly laughable story on the psychology of terrorism,
where they dance around the cause of suicide bombers, is it
groupthink among young men? Are the people radicalized
and form cells before they actually join al-queda? Are they
rich or poor, or 2nd generation immigrants? Are they christians,
jews, buddists? Oh yeah, by the way, except the Tamil Tigers
ALL suicide bombers are Muslims. Captain, I detect a pattern.

I don't know what the bbc hopes to gain by consistently inspiring
hatred and distrust of the US just to gain points against president
bush. Some day, the administration will change to someone they
like, the stories will change back to the Clinton model and people
will wonder what in the hell really happened over these 8 years.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Pesky Alligator

I saw a fantastic band earlier this week, a band called
Pesky Alligator, which I really did't expect to see
here in Newark. Just two players, a girl who can do
a perfect janis joplin, and a guitar player who can
play acoustic or base guitar.

One of those moments of serendipity, where I thought
i was heading back to the hotel, instead I ran into the
new student that joined my class this week.
He'd just arrived from canada and hadn't eaten, so we went
to the Navigator, a pub across the street from this hotel.
And this great girl was there in front of me getting a beer.
She was in a red miniskirt with knee high black boots.

I thought. Wow. And when she walked up to the bandstand
and started setting up her drum set, I thought double wow.
With just a drum and guitar and vocals, they were the best
live act I've seen this year.

I knew I was in a really foreign country when they played
"in constant sorrow" from "o brother where art thou", it
was fantastic, so I let slip a "yee haa!" which seemed to
be met by soft laughter.

Tuesday night I went with the students to see one of the
waitresses in the hotel's pub perform at a bar called the
Atrium. They were pretty good, but not up to pesky alligator
standards. The opening band for them was a bunch of high
school students playing heavy metal. Not bad, but I got
a bunch of strange looks when I yelled out "Freebird" as
they were tuning up. I thought it was funny.

Only a couple more days here in Lincolnshire and I can go
home. Yee haw!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Homer in Arabic?

I'm in the UK, and the BBC showed the news that
the Simpsons are being translated into Arabic
I agree with one of the local arabs they interviewed
for the show:
"If Homer doesn't eat bacon,donuts and drink beer
he isn't homer"

The beeb also is screeching about avian flu, you
could have copied the stories from the US, just changing
"Evil Bush" to "Lapdog Blair". Yeah, we're unprepared
but nothing really has changed.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Dead Poets

I'm reading a book called The Four Agreements
by Don Miguel Ruiz, here's a quick review at
blogcritics:
(http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/09/18/223516.php

The four agreements are:

* Be impeccable with your word
* Don't take anything personally
* Don't make assumptions
* Always do your best

I'm just on the first agreement, which if you read
a summary you might think is "just keep your word".
But instead the author means it literally, be "im-
peccable" with your word is "without sin". Words
can hurt and cause echoes of pain, guilt and remorse.
Don't use them as swords, or gossip or say negative
things. Words have power, like black magic they
can weave a spell.

This is clearly illustrated in the movie dead poets
society, which is playing on the TV here. Mean words
are easily said to the people we care for most, and
they can have the most drastic consequences.

Anyway looks like it will be a good book. Thanks
Mike.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Hurricanes seem to be following me...

I spent a few days in ciudad carmen and villahermosa in
mexico, before I left there was hurricane that hit nearby.
I didn't notice until it began to rain like a cow pissing on
a flat rock. No continuous coverage from the weather
channel, or even the local news. Ciudad Carmen already
was flooded from just the normal afternoon rains, so I'm
sure it flooded bigtime.

In New Orleans after Katrina, the poor went from the
projects, to the superdome, to the astrodome to other
projects I don't think the poor in ciudad carmen were
so lucky. I 'd hate to see the effects of a really bad storm
there.

I left mexico and flew through a hurricane for the 2nd time
this year, and I learned several important lessons. Mexico
city has the worst big airport I've ever seen, along with
unhelpful stupid people. I asked one lady which way the
American airlines counter was, and she said "derecho", which
means straight. When in reality it was the other way. I
walked to gate #1 and back to my gate which turned out to be
gate 36.

Then the american airlines people weren't much help. I'm glad
I bought stock in southwest, they are going to take over the world
since there competitors are so crappy.

I finally to to Miami and I learned lesson #2, which is if you are a
US citizen, and you are making an international connection through
a US city, just go through immigration rather than through the
international connection lounge. They've got those poor foreigners
waiting in long lines with stupid immigration agents that periodically
shout out "no cell phones" whenever a person meekly takes one out.
Why no cell phones? it's not posted anywhere.

Well anyway, I'm in Barbados again. I thought that I was
in the crappiest hotel on the island last time, but it turns
out that now I'm in the crappiest hotel on the island. Even
though it is crappy, with a un-airconditioned sitting room, it has
a great little bar that attracts large numbers of pale english
women.

All of them come here to barbados to work out some jungle
love style fantasy with rasta-men. The bar here has
certainly seen it's share of jungle love. I can't say I blame
any of them, it would probably be equivalent to me going to
thailand for vacation. (not that I'd do that)

I asked a coworker what they have that we don't have, and
he answered "besides length and endurance?"

Hopefully no hurricanes will come here this week.