Caveat: On Paywalls and Washing Machines

So one of the blog websites I most frequently visit, Andrew Sullivan’s Dish, is apparently implementing some kind of “leaky paywall” and is hoping readers will pay for content. As I’ve stated before, I’m not opposed to paying for content, but most implementations of pay-for-content tend to piss me off, not because they’re requesting money but because they do so in a pestering or technically inefficient way that requires things like memorizing new passwords and logging on every time I go to the website from a new computer (and my computer is always “new,” because I abhor cookies on my browsers), not to mention the dumb-ass implementations of IP-address-based paywall and metering schemes that more often than not get broken by the very existence of such bizarre internet arcana as an oh-my-god-it’s-South-Korean (!) IP address – such as mine. It is for reasons such as this that I not only ceased to be a regular reader of all the major US newpaper websites (first WaPo, then NYT, and most recently LA Times all broke my access and thus my heart), but in fact essentially boycott them, normally quickly clicking away from even “free content” on their allegedly leaky-paywalled websites when I should happen to naively land on such.

I pay a monthly “membership” for NPR – which is most definitely pay-for-content – but their website and streaming services are technically easy to access and still de facto free, and the feeling I get as a “voluntary” payer-for-content feels more in line with the open-source spirit behind my particular conception of how the web should be. Another example of a “volunteer” website model is the “donate” button some blogs put up: The League of Ordinary Gentlemen and Brain Pickings are examples of this, where I’ve come very close to donating and may do so in the future.

pictureI will be conflicted if I pay for Sullivan’s blog. On the one hand, I do, in fact, derive value from it – even though I don’t always agree with him. I wouldn’t begrudge paying for the content in principle, even given my voluntary “life-of-poverty.” I think many readers on his site are accurate when they say that they read him regularly because he seems to understand the idea of “intelligent debate” about real political issues more than most current media personalities. I tend to attribute it, at least in part, to to that good old Oxbridgian education I reckon lies at his roots – and it’s the same classical rhetorical tradition that I attempt to imbue when I teach debate to my middle-school students.

I suspect my most likely response will be a) pay for the content, initially, because I value Sullivan’s voice, but then b) gradually decline in visits and time spent on the site, because of annoyances with the technical aspect of having to be a paying member where usernames and passwords must constantly be resubmitted (again, because my computers don’t do cookies because I’m a bit of a security freak), and finally c) ceasing to pay for the membership because I’ve stopped visiting the website.

I’m going to try emailing a link to this blog post to the Sully-blog team, in hopes of my voice allowing them to consider some of the issues raised – though in the past my efforts to communicate with the Sully-blog have been at best a mixed bag, unlike the usually rave reviews for reader-communication and dialogue as reported on his site.

And with all that said, I’ll change the subject completely. This kid plays a mean washing machine.



This embedded video is, appropriately, courtesy Sullivan’s Dish. Just remember – music (and art) is where you find it.


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Caveat: canada(electron) = neutrino

I’d heard of people who don’t believe in Belgium before, but not believing in Canada was new to me. This blog entry at Crooked Timber was stunningly hilarious.

The author writes how he doesn’t believe in Canada. It’s great writing and great satire.

Even many of the comments, following, were brilliant. I laughed a lot at the joke that goes:

Q: How do tell the difference between a Canadian and an American?
A: Ask him a question about American history. If he knows the answer, he’s a Canadian.

And, I especially liked the fractal theory of Canada, by a commenter who goes by the handle of Don Cates. It goes something like this (I will quote from the comment at length, hopefully I will be forgiven, it is sheer brilliance – note that it’s not just Canada-humor, but math-humor, which may be lost on some readers):

Given a community A and an adjacent community C, such that A is prosperous and populous, and C is less populous and prosperous, and nonreciprocal interest of C in the internal affairs of A, often C will need ego compensation by occaisional noisy and noisome display of its superiority over A. In this case C is said to be the _canada_ of A, C = canada(A).

For example, it has been previously established that

canada(California) = Oregon
canada(New York) = New Hampshire
canada(Australia) = New Zealand
canada(England) = Scotland

The Fractal Theory of Canada.

For all A there exists C such that

C = canada(A)

For example,
canada(USA) = Canada
canada(Canada) = Quebec
canada(Quebec) = Celine Dion

It would appear that the hierarchy would bottom out an individual.
However, an individual is actually a community of tissues, tissues of cells, cells of
molecules, and so forth down into the quantuum froth.

canada(brain) = pineal gland
canada(intestines) = colon

canada(electron) = neutrino

 

Speculation: what is x, if x = canada(South Korea)?

I’m not sure. But I will suggest canada(Seoul) = Ilsan.

Meanwhile, this photo:

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I took the photo at Morris, Manitoba, November, 2009.


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Caveat: Planning Ahead

I ran across this cartoon meming around the interwebs.

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Happy Mayan end-of-the-world day, everyone! Here’s hoping you have the best end-of-the-world day ever!


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Caveat: Bionic Breakdancer

It's Sunday morning. I'm not really online – this is a queued blog-post. I've decided to take Sunday off from the internet. See you later.

I'm not going to provide much commentary – this video is awesome, if you grew up in the 1970's, like me.

What I was listening to at some point in the past.

DJ Keltech, "Six Million Dollar Man Break Dance Remix." I like this Keltech guy a lot. Some good stuff there.

 

Caveat: Emptor

pictureIt was a schadenfreude moment when I ran across this blog post about how the marketers at Rosetta Stone language-learning software are bad at translating, the other day – because I’d decided I didn’t like Rosetta way back shortly after I’d acquired it. I’d decided I’d wasted my $300 and had forgotten it, basically.

Apparently, the marketers were putting German or Dutch or Swedish noun forms in place of the English verb form for “snow” in a multilingual play-on-words based on the song line “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.” Which, of course, indicates a rather poor apprehension of the grammatical issues at play. But then there was a comment on the blog post that made me reconsider, and decide that the criticism of the Rosetta marketers was irrelevant: the commenter (who went by Breffni) wrote:

I don’t get the idea that mixing English with German, Swedish and Dutch is an acceptable conceit, but using nouns for verbs is an incongruity too far. ‘Let it Schnee’ is wrong, all wrong – but ‘Let it schneien’, that would be fine? It’s bilingual word-play, from start to finish.

And so, my schadenfreude moment quickly faded. Because… here’s the thing: I totally agree with this point – if you’re going to play with mixing languages, what does it matter whether you’re getting the grammar right – it’s like complaining that the pieces don’t go together when playing with Legos and Lincoln Logs at the same time (which I did as a child, and I’m sure there are more contemporary equivalents). The point is, you’re mixing things up, so just go with it. That’s what makes it “playing with language,” and not, say, Chomsky’s “government and binding” theory or abstract grammar. In fact, it’s the over-emphasis on grammar vis-a-vis communicative efficacy that I dislike about Rosetta, and thus internet grammar peevers are criticizing from the wrong end, as far as I’m concerned.

So regardless, that doesn’t change the fact that I deeply resent having wasted $300 on Rosetta. But I’m not blaming the marketers. I’m blaming the designers’ poor grasp of foreign-language pedagogy and methodology. The only thing the marketers did wrong was successfully convince me to shell out $300.

Caveat emptor.


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Caveat: Fiscal Cliff Edition

Tumblr_mdxulh1rm71qa0uujo1_1280Most of the fiscal cliff stuff is just media making news.

But, well, I found this funny cartoon thing, at left. The creator’s website is called longliveirony – how can that be anything but a fabulous website? She writes, of herself: “Sarah Lazarovic is a person. A person with a portfolio. A portfolio that you are now looking at.”


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Caveat: An Account of Our History

“The arts are not just a nice thing to have or to do if there is free time or if one can afford it. Rather, paintings and poetry, music and fashion, design and dialogue, they all define who we are as a people and provide an account of our history for the next generation.” – Michelle Obama.


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Caveat: Pictures of Uiju

Everyone knows I have a slightly morbid interest in our neighbors-to-the-north. I mean, to the north of Ilsan, here – not to the north of the US. I stumbled across a flickr photo-stream with lots of really bleak, desolate pictures of the railroad trip between Pyeongyang and Uiju. Interestingly, this Uiju is the same Uiju referenced in the name “Gyeongui Line” (as in railroad line) which means “Gyeong[capital-and-]Ui[ju]” – the same way that a name like “B&O Railroad” references the endpoints of the original railroad (Baltimore and Ohio). Gyeongui is now the name for the high-speed commuter-rail line that runs right through Ilsan, about a block from my work. It doesn’t make it to Uiju nowadays, though.

I am really fascinated to look at this guy’s pictures – they’re not the standard “handler-mediated” photography that emerges from North Korea.

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Below, here’s a map of the original Gyeongui line (and Gyeongbu line) that connected Busan with Uiju through Seoul, along the length of Korea, constructed over 100 years ago (note the map is in Japanese, who were the soon-to-be-dominant colonial power that constructed the railroad).

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Caveat: Bridge Problem

Some guy decided to compile video of a nearby railroad bridge that offers lower-than-standard clearance to passing trucks. Amazing how many truck drivers ignore warning signs and/or don’t know the height of their trucks. Note the large number of rental trucks, though.

What I’m liestening to right now.

At The Drive-In, “Cosmonaut.” The boys from El Paso, hardcore.


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Caveat: Left… Right… Peace… Out.

xkcd has one of the most amazing timeline graphics I’ve seen in a long time: the US Congress’ left-right spectrum over time.

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xkcd has been moving into more and more interesting and challenging graphics, which I really appreciate. It’s become a reliably thought-provoking series and not just an occasional nerdy snicker.

Two days until the election. I absentee voted. I voted my conscience, I wasn’t able to select the “lesser of two evils.” Oh happy Sunday.

What I’m listening to right now.

Lionrock, “Packet of Peace.” I think it’s a UK dance track from circa 1993.


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Caveat: Hallow’s Eve Eve

We had a Halloween party at hagwon for the Tuesday/Thursday kids. Then we'll have one tomorrow for the Monday/Wednesday/Friday kids.

My costume is a sort of "Zorro lite" – with a fork. A fork, because I have a plastic pitchfork, instead of a plastic sword. I'm surprised at how many kids recognize that I'm trying to be Zorro – it's just a hat, mask, and black coat.

Here's a good Halloween video.

Caveat: ie? ei?

“i before e, except when you run a feisty heist on a weird beige foreign neighbor” – seen on the internet.

Sounds like a national security problem to me.

I’m tired.

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Caveat: Reagan’s Skeleton

pictureGetting into the Halloween spirit, this is a truly interesting, funny, Halloweeny song.

Reagan’s skeleton is leading armies of zombies – maybe near Ventura, which sorta makes sense.


What I’m listening to right now.

Yeasayer, “Reagan’s Skeleton.” Lyrics:

Down in a hole outside of Ventura
low and behold, found beauty
I said I’ve never seen a red head come boast just like that
She said outside, got something to see

We walked a quiet road for miles at first
Couldn’t see a thing
Rattle from the dark, chills up my spine
Coming from the trees oh

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally

Must of passed out – when I came to I’m tied up,
To my surprise, by the young lady
And as her face grew sick her nails tore out my heart
Blood trickled down, economically

The laughter from the dark was low at first
But what came could call for me
I recognise the stench of burning flesh
As they began to feed oh

On Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally

Gawker, horror, what an awful way to fall in love
Gawker, horror, what an awful way to fall in love

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead

That’s Reagan’s skeleton, in the moonlight
Don’t fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That’s Reagan’s skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally

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Caveat: this yucky speech

My 7th grade student Daniel sent the following speech (in written form), via email. He wasn’t required to – he just did, I guess, because he felt like sharing his glum worldview.

Topic: When do you make wishes? What do you usually wish for?

 

Hello, everyone, my name is Daniel. I want to talk about my wishes.

At 7:00 a.m., Imade wishes to sleep more, because I love sleeping.

At 8:40 a.m. to 11:20 a.m., I wish to eat lunch or edible things, because I always hungry at that time.

At last class at my school, I wish to not clean up our classroom myself.

At home, I wish to not go academy, Because I am so tired.

At academy, I wish to go home, so I can eat some dinner.

At home, I wish to not finish my homework, because homework is the worst things of my school life! and it makes me depressed. It’s very common life for me, but it’s disgusting.

You didn’t tell the send e-mail to us, but I send this -yucky-speech to you.


Unrelatedly, this image was floating around in the interwebs.

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Caveat: A Consequence of Evolutionary Success

The article at The Atlantic website begins with this striking observation: "More people die from suicide than from murder and war combined, throughout the world, every year." From there, the author, Brian Gabriel, develops the idea that depression may be a consequence of evolutionary success: which is to say, there is something positively adaptive about the genetics behind depression, related to both immune response and other, more behavioral results. Basically, if you're a member of hominid species that mostly dies of disease in youth, there may be an evolutionary advantage to reacting to stress by isolating yourself and sleeping all day.

This actually makes some sense. I'm not savvy enough to judge the bits about immune response – and I also seem to remember learning that depression actually lowers immune response – so I'm not sure how that works or what the interaction is.

Regardless, it's a very interesting, brief article.

Caveat: ♡copyheart (meant ironically)

… with a side-dish of irony.

About a week ago I posted a video by Nina Paley. That discovery led me to her website / blog. Her pet cause is the madness of current intellectual property laws – so she immediately won a place in my heart. A notable quote:

“What do religious fundamentalists and big media corporations have in common? They believe that they own culture.” – Nina Paley.

Her interest in and advocacy for alternatives to the copyright regimen we all suffer under arose because she made a professional feature-length movie by herself over a period of years, only to essentially be blocked by the fact that the movie relied on still-copyrighted music from the 1930s that she’d perhaps assumed was public domain. The movie itself is awesome. It’s called Sita Sings the Blues – you can get the full story at her relevant posts on her blog.

Her attention has lately turned to a reconceptualization of copyright that I find much more compelling than the fairly established “copyleft” associated with the free software movement: she calls it “♡copyheart.” It’s cool. I may even put a ♡copyheart at the bottom of my blog at some point.

Nobody owns culture. She made a song called “Copying is not theft.”

Actually, although I thought Paley did an artistic and masterful job with her sequences involving the 1930s music by jazz singer Annette Hanshaw, those weren’t my favorite tracks from the movie. My favorite musical track and video sequence was the part called “Agni Pariksha (Sita’s Fire),” which is accompanied by a song by Todd Michaelsen, sung by Reena Shah. It took me more than a little bit of googling to figure that out – it wasn’t immediately transparent on her various websites.

Here’s the thing – the irony, if you will: I decided I liked that Todd Michaelsen song enough that I “wanted” it. I sort of assumed that, given it was part of this copyheart-advocating artist, that I’d surely find it downloadable, somewhere, But I didn’t. Really, I didn’t. When I went to use one of the free youtube-to-mp3 conversion utilities, to “capture” the audio stream from the youtube video, I got this message:

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Google doesn’t block the youtube copywidgets unless it’s getting takedown pressure from the copyright holder in question – this means that Todd Michaelsen or someone connected to him is specifically not allowing youtube users full access to the work.

That’s the irony – that the one song in Paley’s work that I decided I wanted, I couldn’t get. Paying for Michaelsen’s song was literally not an option – because of my nefarious South Korean IP address, getting the credit card checkout widget to work on US-based websites is sometimes unreliable, because US banking websites shove South Korean IP addresses into a “probably evil fraudsters” bucket along with most other “Asian-except-Japan” addresses; either that, or they force you to a Korean-language- and Korean-bank based site that then requires a Korean credit card. What’s often impossible is using a US credit card on a US site from South Korea. I really did intend to buy his “soundtrack” to Sita Sings the Blues.

Of course, I’m technically savvy enough that using other means to capture the song stream in question was pretty trivial. But still. I’m just sayin’.

What I’m listening to right now.

Todd Michaelson, Reena Shah, Laxmi Shah, “Agni Pariksha.”

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Caveat: This Land Is Mine

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Finally, I have come across a comprehensive yet brief synopsis of the last 5000 years in Palestine/Israel/Levant that really contextualizes the current conflict in historical terms.

This Land Is Mine from Nina Paley on VimeoA brief history of the land called Israel/Palestine/Canaan/the Levant.
Who’s-killing-who viewer’s guide here: https://blog.ninapaley.com/2012/10/01/this-land-is-mine/

It all underscores the essential inhumanity that lies behind all nationalisms and especially the cultural fantasies that fall under the rubric of revanchism.

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Caveat: Anarchist Calisthenics

I am aware of a rather glaring contradiction or even hypocrisy in myself: I declare myself sympathetic to anarchism on the one hand, but on the other I'm a huge defender of rule-of-law for rule-of-law's sake. Without getting overly analytical, I'll merely observe that I ran across some thought-provoking notions in a recent semi-book-review at Bleeding Heart Libertarians, of a book by James C. Scott entitled Two Cheers for Anarchism. Most notably, I like the concept of "anarchist calisthenics" – the idea that we should seek out and break irrational laws merely to keep our libertarian selves in shape, so to speak. And yet… I resist it. I'm one of those people who sees some inherent good in obeying the law for its own sake, and it's one of the things that I point to as a success in South Korea – the transition, in the last several decades, to a (mostly) rule-of-law based society. So how can I resolve this paradox?

Caveat: Do not go gentle into that zombie plagued night

I awoke this morning from a dream about zombies. It was like I was inside a zombie movie, in the dream – and not a very good zombie movie, for all that.

What’s with zombies in my subconscious brain? I don’t actually watch zombie movies. I don’t enjoy them. I haven’t made it through a single episode of Walking Dead. I suppose I’m exposed to some degree of zombie thematics from my zombie-obsessed students, but … why did I have a zombie dream, last night? I wasn’t meditating on zombie-related material yesterday, or over the weekend.

When I woke up, I googled zombie poetry, and guess what I found: “zombie haiku.” This is most excellent, at least as a type of humor.

Here are some samples.

pictureZombie Haiku by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle
into that zombie plagued night.
And take the shotgun.

Zombie Haiku by Edgar Allen Poe
Beside of the sea
I killed my Annabel Lee
because zombies do that.

I also found this rather entertaining short story by a guy named Isaac Marion.

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