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Douglas Rushkoff Gives a Semi-Confrontational Presentation to Heads of Media Empires at "OfCom.
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Curious how the inter-connectivity of the Obama campaign comes together?
Blue State Digital has answers.
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WASHINGTON - Older White House computer hard drives have been destroyed, the White House disclosed to a federal court Friday in a controversy over millions of possibly missing e-mails from 2003 to 2005.
The White House revealed new information about how it handles its computers in an effort to persuade a federal magistrate it would be fruitless to undertake an e-mail recovery plan that the court proposed.
"When workstations are at the end of their lifecycle and retired ... the hard drives are generally sent offsite to another government entity for physical destruction," the White House said in a sworn declaration filed with U.S. Magistrate Judge John Facciola.
It has been the goal of a White House Office of Administration "refresh program" to replace one-third of its workstations every year in the Executive Office of the President, according to the declaration.
Some, but not necessarily all, of the data on old hard drives is moved to new computer hard drives, the declaration added.
In proposing an e-mail recovery plan Tuesday, Facciola expressed concern that a large volume of electronic messages may be missing from White House computer servers, as two private groups that are suing the White House allege.
Facciola proposed the drastic approach of going to individual workstations of White House computer users after the White House disclosed in January that it recycled its computer backup tapes before October 2003. Recycling — taping over existing data — raises the possibility that any missing e-mails may not be recoverable.
At a House committee hearing last month, a computer expert who previously worked at the White House called the e-mail system "primitive" and said it was set up in a way that created a high risk that data would be lost from White House servers where it was being archived.
Under pressure to provide details about its computer system, the White House told the congressional committee that it never completed work that began in 2003 on a planned records management and e-mail archiving system. The White House canceled the project in late 2006 and says it is still working on a new version.
In the absence of a permanent archiving system, the White House has been archiving e-mails on White House servers since early in the administration.
The White House says it does not know if any e-mails are missing, but is looking into the matter.
It would be costly and time-consuming for the White House to institute an e-mail retrieval program that entails pulling data off each individual workstation, the court papers filed Friday state.
March 22, 2008 in science & technology | Permalink | Comments (0)
Published at the Guardian.uk, Feb. 27, 2008
In
the 20 years since its launch, 40m people worldwide have taken the
so-called wonder drug - but research revealed this week shows that
Prozac, and similar antidepressants, are no more effective than a sugar
pill. So how was the myth created? Psychoanalyst Darian Leader
traces the irrepressible rise of the multibillion dollar depression
industry, while others explore the clinical and cultural impact of
Prozac, its perceived personal benefits - and sometimes terrible costs
Has the depression bubble finally burst? Yesterday's headlines
about the inefficacy of Prozac and other bestselling antidepressants
must have been an unpleasant shock, not only to the drug manufacturers,
but also to the millions of people in the UK taking these drugs. The
new research, published in the Public Library of Science Journal, found
that a placebo was just as effective as the drugs - excepting in some
cases of severe depression, where it was not the drugs that did well,
but the placebos that did worse.
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February 27, 2008 in boise, community, costumes, design, DIY, idaho, science & technology, sound | Permalink | Comments (1)
Launched in June 2006, the 14.5m (48ft) Solarshuttle silently shuffles across the Serpentine at a stately 4mph, powered entirely by solar power. - from urban75.org
November 28, 2007 in boise, community, design, science & technology | Permalink | Comments (0)
"He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living hand to mouth."--Goethe
During my years as editor of Harper’s Magazine,
I could rely on the post office to mark the degree to which I was
living in what Goethe surely would have regarded as straitened
circumstances. Every morning at ten o’clock, I sat down to a desk
occupied by five newspapers and seven periodicals (four of them
embroiled in politics, the others concerned with socio-economic theory
or scientific discovery), three volumes of ancient or modern history
(the War of 1812, the death of Christopher Marlowe, the life of
Suleiman the Magnificent), a public opinion poll sifting America’s
attitude toward family values and assault weapons, and at least fifteen
manuscripts, solicited and unsolicited, whose authors assured me in
their cover letters that they had unearthed, among other items of
interest, the true reason for the Kennedy assassinations and the secret
of the universe.
The afternoon mail added to the weight of
evidence making the case for what I didn’t know and wasn’t likely ever
to know, and, over a period of years, I came up with a risk-assessment
model wired to the sound of the human voice. If, on first looking
through a dispatch from the Yale University library or the White House
Situation Room, I couldn’t hear the voice of its author, I let it go
the way of the Carolina Parakeet. The device operated as a loophole
through which I escaped the tax of having to read most of what rolled
out of the presses in any given year in one or another of the dead
languages designed for television broadcast or the teaching of better
business management. The volume of email traffic and the expansions of
the Internet over the last two decades have broadened the market for
“multimedia interfacing” and “innovative delivery strategies,”
brightening our horizons with “quicker access to valued customers,”
accelerating the transmission of unintelligible messages written in
academic cipher or ideological code. The surfeit of new and newer news,
“prioritized” and “context-sensitive,” now comes so quickly to hand
that, although we may wish it otherwise, we’re smothered in the
feathers of the stuff—on air, in print, online; as broadcast, podcast,
broadsheet, blog. Within the wind tunnels of the high-speed electronic
media, the time is always now; the data blow away or shred, and what
gets lost is all thought of what happened yesterday, last week, three
months or twenty years ago. Unlike moths and goldfish, human beings
deprived of memory tend to become disoriented and easily frightened.
Not only do we lose track of our own stories (who we are, where we’ve
been, where we might be going), but our elected representatives forget
why sovereign nations go to war.
On the assumption that the
blessed states of amnesia cannot support either the hope of individual
liberty or the practice of democratic self-government, Lapham’s Quarterly grounds its editorial premise on the risk-assessment model that allowed me to edit Harper’s Magazine.
If the words on the page translate into the sound of a human voice, I
don’t much care whether the author sets up the mise-en-scène in 1740s
Paris or Harlem in the 1920s. Some years ago on its editorial page, the
New York Times handed down the ruling that, “Great
publications magnify beyond measure the voice of any single writer.”
The sentence employed the wrong verb. The instruments of the media
amplify a voice, serving much the same purposes as a loudspeaker in a
ballpark or a prison. What magnifies a voice is the force of mind and
the power of expression, which is why Shakespeare’s plays still draw a
crowd in Central Park, and why we find the present in the past, the
past in the present, in voices that have survived the wreck of empires
and the accidents of fortune.
As a college student, I acquired
the habit of reading with a pencil in my hand, and, in books that I’ve
encountered more than once, I discover marginalia ten or forty years
out of date, most of it amended or revised to match a change in
attitude or plan. In a worn copy of Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby,
in what I take to be my handwriting at age nineteen, I find a series of
exclamation points subsequently crossed out and accompanied by the
remark, in my handwriting circa the age of thirty, “Too romantic.” In a
biography of Aaron Burr, I come across a note, “Too cynical,” corrected
at a later date and with a different pen, by the further note, “Maybe
not.” Reading the work of authors reporting from the front lines of
different centuries, it sometimes happens that I find myself at
different periods in the history of the same map coordinates—Herodotus
and T. E. Lawrence exploring the deserts of Arabia; George Orwell,
Martin Amis, and Samuel Johnson tempted by the seductions of London.
When I complicate the proceedings with a superimposition of marginalia
reaching across a distance of fifty years and written while traveling
in cities as unlike one another as Chicago and Havana, I can begin to
guess at what the physicists have in mind when they talk about the
continuum of space and time.
It’s been said that over the span
of nine months, the human embryo ascends through a sequence congruent
with fifty million years of evolution; that within the first six years
of life, the human mind replicates the dream of its five-thousand-year
journey from the sand castle cities of ancient Mesopotamia. The figures
in the dream have left the signs of their passing in what we know as
the historical record, navigational lights flashing across the gulf of
time on scraps of papyrus and scratchings in stone, on ships’ logs and
bronze coins, as epic poems and totem poles and painted ceilings, in
confessions voluntary and coerced, in five-act plays and three-part
songs.
The record is our inheritance, the one that Goethe had in
mind when he suggested a restructuring of the deal that Satan offered
Faust. It isn’t with magic that men make their immortality. They do so
with what they’ve learned on their travels across the frontiers of five
millennia, salvaging from the ruin of families and the death of cities
what they find to be useful or beautiful or true. We have nothing else
with which to build the future except the lumber of the past—history
exploited as natural resource and applied technology, telling us that
the story painted on the old walls and printed in the old books is also
our own.
Cicero made the point fifty years before the birth of
Christ: “Not to know what happened before one was born is always to be
a child.” The American historian, Arthur Schlesinger Jr., made the same
point in the essay that served as his epitaph when it was published in
the New York Times on January 1, 2007, two months before he
died. Under the heading, “Folly’s Antidote,” he prescribed strong doses
of history as a cure for “the delusions of omnipotence and
omniscience,” akin to those that persuaded the Bush Administration to
stage a rerun in Iraq of America’s misadventure in Vietnam. The failure
to connect the then with the now Schlesinger diagnosed as an illness
which, if left untreated, he thought likely to lead to the death of the
American idea. Children unfamiliar with the world in time make easy
marks for the dealers in fascist politics and quack religion. The
number of people in the United States at the moment who believe in the
literal truth of the Book of Revelation exceeds the number of people
who lived in all of medieval Christendom.
An acquaintance with
history doesn’t pay the rent or predict the outcome of next year’s
election, but, as the season or occasion requires, it makes possible
the revolt against what G. K. Chesterton once called, “the small and
arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about”;
instills a sense of humor; and brings with it the tray of “examples and
warnings” offered by the Roman historian Livy as, “fine things to take
as models, base things, rotten through and through, to avoid.” About
the methods of pacifying cities bloodied by civil war, I learn more
from Machiavelli’s Discourses or the Memoirs of
William Tecumseh Sherman than from the testimony of General David
Petraeus or the commentary on Fox News. When I see Hillary Clinton and
Rudy Giuliani being bundled around the country in a flutter of media
consultants fitting words into their mouths, I think of the makeup
artists adjusting the ribbons in Emperor Nero’s hair before sending him
into an amphitheater to sing with a choir of prostitutes. The
remembrance of the good old days in ancient Rome serves as a program
note for the performances on set with Diane Sawyer and Tim Russert.
To bring at least some of the voices of the past up to the microphone of the present, Lapham’s Quarterly
chooses a topic prominent in the news and, within the perimeter of that
topic, assembles a set of relevant texts—literary narrative and
philosophical commentary, diaries, speeches, letters, and
proclamations, as well as essays and reviews by contemporary
historians. The method assumes that all writing, whether scientific
treatise, tabloid headline, or minimalist novel, is an attempt to tell
a true story. Some stories are more complicated or more beautiful than
others. Some stories are immortal, others incoherent. Homer told a
story, and so did Albert Einstein; so do Jay Leno and Donald Duck. The
stories that bear a second reading are true in the sense that the voice
of the author emerges from the struggle to get at the truth of what he
or she thinks, has seen, remembers, can find language to express. I
know of no task more difficult, but it is the joint venture entered
into by writer and reader—the writer’s labor turned to the wheel of the
reader’s imagination—that produces the freedoms of mind from which a
society gathers its common stores of energy and hope.
My sense of such an enterprise I gathered from a prolonged correspondence with the readers of Harper’s Magazine—people
whom I never met and wouldn’t recognize if I came across them in an
elevator or a police lineup. The return addresses on their envelopes
didn’t amount to a demographic profile valuable to an advertising
agency (some of the readers drank a great deal of brandy; others
subsisted on mushrooms and dried fruit; some had attended as many as
seven universities; others had yet to graduate from high school), but
if I couldn’t guess at the weight of anybody’s automobile or stock
portfolio, I knew that I was talking to people bound together by their
interest in the meaning of words. When they found something amiss in a
published manuscript, they took the trouble to correct a wrong fact or
repair a disjointed paragraph. No matter what the subject under
discussion—the authorship of the Bible, the moral bankruptcy of the
Reagan or Clinton administrations, the trouble with New York literary
critics, the neglected reasons for the fall of the Ming Dynasty—the
care taken with the composition of their letters testified to the
importance they attached to the telling of a truer story. Like the
writers whose work appeared in the magazine, its readers were unafraid
of the first-person singular, willing to think out loud, to bet the pot
on a metaphor, to look for words that maybe could settle the wilderness
of their experience with the fence posts of a beginning, a middle, and
an end.
Addressed to readers similarly inclined, Lapham’s Quarterly
doesn’t aspire to the status of homework. It undertakes to foster and
extend an acquaintance with history, to suggest that the uses of the
past are as rich in possibility as were the American forests before the
arrival of Christopher Columbus. Again, I’m indebted to Arthur
Schlesinger, whose enthusiasms were communicable. Knowing that the four
most expensive words in the English language are “This time it’s
different,” Arthur also knew that the study of history is a perpetual
work in progress carried forward under the headings of the provisional,
destined never to reach a final verdict or discover the lost gold mines
of the imperishable truth. Some things change, others don’t, but absent
a knowledge of which is which, how then do we find our bearings in the
drift of time?
So also is Lapham’s Quarterly a work in
progress, provisional and incomplete, its elements forthcoming from a
quorum of contributing historians and at the suggestion of readers who
send texts and commentaries to www.laphamsquarterly.org; its
subscribers can expect the eventual additions of Letters to the Editor,
Notes on New Books, Counterfactual Speculations, and Recommended
Reading. Because the contents will never qualify for the label
“comprehensive,” the editorial choices come down to the difference
between writing that’s a pleasure to read and writing that isn’t.
Neither the holder of an advanced academic degree nor a candidate for
university tenure, I can afford to take liberties with the rules of
scholarly category and definition, and from an author whom I admire I
will listen to anything and everything—to reports of marvels in
Samarkand or Winesburg, Ohio, to descriptions of Talleyrand’s
mistresses or Kaiser Wilhelm’s uniforms, to suspicions of fraud in
Albany, or to a rumor of giant ants standing watch over the treasure of
Peru. If I’m to believe the physicists and the evolutionary record, the
figures in the dream inhabit the continuum of space and time, which
means that they depend for their existence on acts of the imagination.
Heraclitus named war “the father of all things,” and so it is with the first issue of Lapham’s Quarterly.
The decision wasn’t hard to reach. The history of Western Civilization
bills itself as the romance of war. On whom else do we bestow the prize
of immortality (Caesar, Genghis Khan, Napoleon, Adolf Hitler) if not on
the champions of mortal destruction? For generations it’s been said
that man’s destiny is war, the trials by combat endorsed by the
philosopher Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, as the “terrible,” but
“necessary” purgative that “saves the state from social petrification
and stagnation,” praised by the poet, William Ernest Henley, as the
“giver of kingship, the fame-smith, the song-master.”
An old
story, told and retold, in different languages, under different flags,
with the blessing of different holy names, across the span of a hundred
generations, the lines of bloodstained succession as fiercely preserved
as a family inheritance. Pick up the thread of the narrative in Babylon
in the days of Cyrus the Great, move forward in time to the triumphs of
Alexander of Macedon, student of Aristotle, to Caesar’s legions
governing what they knew as the province of Mesopotamia, through the
centuries of languid despotism imposed on the valley of the Euphrates
by the grand viziers of the Sublime Porte, to the division of the
Ottoman spoils at the Treaty of Versailles, and so at last, with a new
store of fireworks and a fresh set of headlines, to President George W.
Bush’s theory of democratic empire at play in the wreckage of downtown
Baghdad.
No matter how often told, the story begins with a call
to arms and ends with a cortege of postmortems. The sequence of texts
in this issue of the Quarterly follows the customary
procedure, the rules of engagement subject to change on short notice,
the fields of honor seldom as advertised. Had it occurred to President
Bush and his adjutants to conduct a similar review—of their thinking
about war as well as about the disposition of their horses and
guns—it’s at least conceivable that the U.S. Army might not have been
sent to trample out the vintage where Saddam Hussein supposedly had
stored the grapes of wrath. The industrial-strength bloodletting on the
Western Front in World War I discredited the notion of war as a
glorious undertaking certain to provide proofs of selfless valor and
noble character; the dropping of the atomic bombs on Japan in August
1945 mothballed the use of large-scale warfare as the heavyweight
instrument of foreign policy. If it’s true that all societies trace
their origins to the god of war, it’s also true that over time they
learn to limit the collateral damage, to no longer regard war as a law
of nature but as a form of cultural expression, like the wearing of
togas and Halloween masks.
The military historian John Keegan observes in A History of Warfare
that sooner or later the captains and the kings find more
cost-effective ways of keeping the peace and robbing the populace.
“War, it seems to me, after a lifetime of reading about the subject,
mingling with men of war, visiting the sites of war and observing its
effects, may well be ceasing to commend itself to human beings as a
desirable or productive, let alone rational, means of reconciling their
discontents.” Not as tentative as Keegan, the historian John Mueller
(from whom an essay, “Band of Brigands,” appears on page 193) shapes
the argument of his book The Remnants of War on the premise
that “unlike breathing, eating, or sex, war is not something that is
somehow required by the human condition or by the forces of history.
Accordingly, war can shrivel up and disappear, and it seems to be in
the process of doing so.”
Consistent with the story lines of
the twentieth century’s wars to end all wars, the conclusions drawn by
Keegan and by Mueller suggest that President Bush’s splendid little war
in Iraq is the work of a man imprisoned in an obsolete tense. His
adjutants apparently find it hard to say anything in his presence that
doesn’t go well with the sound of bugles, and in the speeches staged
against a backdrop of flags and high-ranking uniforms, he presents
himself as a military commander in the romantic tradition of General
George Patton (page 24), captivated by the song of the sword that
Oliver Wendell Holmes brought to the students at Harvard University in
1895 (page 30), content with the blessing of Saint Augustine (page 36).
To accept as a consequence the price being paid to the piper in Iraq is
to acknowledge the truth of the old Arab proverb that says we have less
reason to fear what might happen tomorrow than to beware of what
happened yesterday. I know of no better reason to read history.
Construed as a means instead of an end, history is the weapon with
which we defend the future against the past.
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November 23, 2007 in community, politics, prose, science & technology | Permalink | Comments (0)
> More Information at www.bocon.org
November 02, 2007 in art, boise, community, design, DIY, idaho, science & technology | Permalink | Comments (0)
Dr. Helen Caldicott
Nuclear Power Is Not The Answer
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
7:00 p.m.
Special Events Center
Boise State University
Recognized by the Smithsonian Institute as one of the most influential women of the 20th Century and widely regarded as one of the great public speakers of the era, Dr. Helen Caldicott is an Australian pediatric physician and an articulate and passionate advocate of citizen action to remedy environmental crises.
Caldicott co-founded Physicians for Social Responsibility, founded Women's Action for Nuclear Disarmament, and was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize by Linus Pauling, himself a Nobel Laureate. She has been awarded 19 honorary doctoral degrees and in 2003 was awarded the Lannan Foundation Prize for Cultural Freedom. In 2006, the Peace Organization of Australia presented her with the inaugural Australian Peace Prize "for her longstanding commitment to raising awareness about the medical and environmental hazards of the nuclear age."
October 16, 2007 in boise, community, idaho, politics, science & technology | Permalink | Comments (0)
remember back when they were going to re-start plutonium production at INL (formerly INEL, INEEL)
Vice Admiral John Grossenbacher, Director of INL, talks to a local reporter about what the plutonium was going to be used for. Note: MOST of the Plutonium that would have been for national security missions - not space batteries. It seems what he's saying, between the lines is: Listen, places sometimes are remote, and our national security aparatus need access to electricity, and don't ask too many questions like: isn't near-earth-orbit a rather remote and desolate space that might happen energy in order for things to operate?
October 09, 2007 in boise, idaho, science & technology, solar system | Permalink | Comments (0)
THEIR INSPIRATION: The torrent’s i refer to on this site, along with the blog’s/site’s listed below, is a picture of what art torrents find inspiring. Some of the torrent’s featured here are copied directly from the bit torrent tracker karagarga and some, mostly the scanned work, is my own contribution.
I have absolutely no interest in writing about my opinion. The role of this site is to make otherwise hidden information visible to a different audience.
or an audience that lives in the middle of nowhere . . .
AAAARG is a conversation platform - at different times it performs as a school, or a reading group, or a journal.
AAAARG was created with the intention of developing critical discourse outside of an institutional framework. But rather than thinking of it like a new building, imagine scaffolding that attaches onto existing buildings and creates new architectures between them.
October 08, 2007 in art, design, science & technology | Permalink | Comments (0)
Humanclock.com shows a photograph of the current time,
with the photo changing every minute of the day (all 1,440 occuring
minutes on Earth!) Thus you end up with a rotating picture clock sorta
deal.
How the time is actually displayed is a whole different matter. A lot of photos have the time written on a crummy cardboard sign, while other photos might have the current time in a more edible format, such as olives. There are photos below sea level and ones over two miles above sea level. There are even clock pictures with people who played at Woodstock.
> Check out the human clock HERE
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I am trying to get a decent cross section of Earth inhabitants on this
website. So I want photos of minivan-driving soccer moms, trustafarian
hippies, punkers, football players, pimps, players, private eyes,
Commodore 64 programmers, Who's the Boss? fan fiction writers,
bible-belt preachers, politicians, actors, musicians, auto mechanics,
doctors, catergorically defined people who don't feel they belong in a
category, tree-huggers, rednecks, snooty rich people, snooty poor
people, pictures from famous places, pictures of famous people, people
who can solve a Rubick's cube, jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, plumbers, D
& D players, etc."
September 30, 2007 in comedy, community, DIY, mystery, science & technology | Permalink | Comments (0)