Archive for May 2011

No honor among drug dealers

Or maybe this is just a case of being unclear on the concept. Your call:

Police arrested a 41-year-old man last week after he called 911 and told officers that he was not given the correct change after buying crack cocaine from a drug dealer.

And it’s not like he could report the dealer to the Better Business Bureau, I suppose.

[Dexter] White called authorities and told officers that he had given $60 to a drug dealer for crack and only got back $20 worth of drugs. White said the drug dealer refused to give him $40 back.

According to a police report, White then walked away from the drug dealer, smoked the crack he purchased and then called 911.

This probably went over well at the police station: “This guy says he was shortchanged by a drug dealer.” “Are you defecating¹ me? Was he smoking crack or something?”

¹ Not intended to be an exact transcript.

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Commemorative PL8S

As a rule, I put my cell phone out of reach before setting off down the road; I can’t imagine anything being so important that I have to pick it up while I’m driving. This has probably bought me a couple of Brownie points from the Safety Gods, but at a cost: I missed getting photos of two of the more inspiring license plates I caught this weekend.

The first was 750XTC, seen on a BMW 750iL. As I understand the rules, you can’t request a vanity tag that conforms to the standard three-number, three-letter pattern in this state. On the other hand, the previous pattern was three letters/three numbers, and since I am no expert on 7-series Bimmers and couldn’t tell you how old this one was, I have to conclude that (1) the owner reserved this tag back before the pattern changed and/or (2) the owner is a tag agent or someone else with some pull at the Tax Commission.

The next one, though, was on a car whose age was obvious, since they only made them for a short period of time: a De Lorean DMC-12, the vast majority of which are 1981 models and therefore thirty years old. Had it traveled here from some faraway point on the timeline? Probably not: the tag read FLUXOFF. I interpret that to mean that the flux capacitor was not active, although I concede that the owner may have had, um, something else in mind.

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Many crappy returns

I spent roughly three hours on my 2010 tax return, a period which strikes me as about two hours, fifty minutes too long, without even taking into consideration the unfortunate result of so doing (hint: it involved writing a large check). This is the sort of thing I would happily outsource, were it not for the expense, so I’m maybe giving this idea more consideration than I ought to:

It’s not like we aren’t already basically ruled by the IRS and all the other non-voted-in, non-destructible (apparently) federal bureaucracies. Why should we the people do what is basically unpaid work for the IRS? Let them hire a bunch of accountants to do everyone’s taxes for them (more jobs!), except for those people who opt to do it themselves. I know it would save a lot of people a lot of grief, because of the psychological fact that no one misses money they personally don’t see taken from them. (Or if they get money back, they are happy because they won’t have had to fill out a bunch of forms. It’s like prize money! And it will make the government more popular — who doesn’t like someone who gives you “free” money?)

The downside, of course, is the possibility of making the government “more popular,” which runs counter to the idea that we might actually want to rid ourselves of these non-voted-in, non-destructible bureaucracies. And I suspect that even with someone else doing the pencil work, I’d still have had to write that large a check.

Of course, my idea of a proper tax system puts us all circling a virtual Monopoly board, and four spaces past Go — four months past New Year’s? — we have to pay up either 10% or $200.

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Wise Foods has been operating back East for decades, selling a whole bunch of potato chips and other wondrously-bad-for-you products, and under the contented cows management of Borden, they acquired other regional producers, including Kansas City-based Guy’s. I always wondered why they didn’t combine the two brand names on the bag, but I figured it had something to do with Vinnie Terranova.

Yesterday I spotted a few bags of Guy’s on the shelf, bought one, and noticed that they’d been thoroughly de-Wised. Apparently Borden got into financial trouble, and when the company was taken private, Wise was partially, then completely, spun off; Guy’s, it appears, was separated from Wise somewhere along the way. The corporate HQ is back in metro KC, and they’ve opened an online store. While I’m not enormously enthusiastic about buying potato chips in bulk, and my personal physician is almost certainly less so, there’s a lot to be said for not enriching the coffers of Frito-Lay.

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What’s the matter with Tulsa?

About preserving the status quo in America’s Most Dutiful City.

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Vobis non me dux

The least I can do is give this phrase a little push. This is where it came from:

If you think something needs to be done, you should do it. You should not assume everybody else thinks the same way or that somebody else will take care of it for you. You and I are not sticks in a fasces or cells in a jellyfish; we are individuals with the right to live our own individual lives without someone else telling us what we have to do.

In retrospect, it was a big mistake to put e pluribus unum on the currency, instead of “You ain’t the boss of me”. (Vobis non me dux?)

Then again, unum gets no play these days, what with everyone overly anxious about pluribus.

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Strange search-engine queries (275)

It was a complicated mission: sneak into the place where the server logs are kept, secure a list of all the intel being sought, then depart quickly. And should anyone get in the way — well, I hear Davy Jones has some extra locker space these days.

unhandy shoes:  It could be worse. Suppose they were unfooty?

Who must die?  There’s a complete list here, starting at about 4:51.

is gender reassignment surgery covered on insurance:  Usually not, though I’d like to see them claim that it’s a pre-existing condition.

carly foulkes gained weight:  I blame AT&T, but then I blame everything on AT&T.

inverse gentrification:  See also “Detroit,” or maybe “Sudan.”

nude for yogurt advertising in korea 2003:  It occurs to me that I have never seen anyone eating yogurt while nude.

does christine o’donnell weigh the same as a duck:  I’m not even sure she’s made out of wood.

how did america adopt oatmeal:  A great outpouring of compassion; they couldn’t very well just leave it there sitting in the bowl, now could they?

when a man like mutt lange says he grew apart from his wife does that mean they are no longer sexually active?  Said Shania: “That don’t impress me much.”

If you accidentally spill phosphorus-32 onto your show, how long would it take before 99.9% of the material has decayed so that you can safely wear the shoes again:  Phosphorus-32 has a half-life of 14.3 days, so technically, about three months. However, we’re talking phosphorus here, so the shoes are probably ruined anyway.

is dwayne one syllable:  It increases 0.06 syllable for each degree of latitude south. By the time you get to, say, Tallahassee, it’s nearly two syllables.

can two hearts sync:  Yes, if one of them isn’t mine.

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I remember when it used to come in a bag

Random Crap

For instance, here.

(Via Engrish Funny.)

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Continuously-variable pragmatic

As they will happily tell you at the drop of a hat, the guys at Consumer Reports get no freebies: they buy everything they test. Back in April, they mentioned that they’d gotten their hands on a Chevrolet Volt, though the law of supply and demand being what it is, they’d had to fork out five grand over sticker to get it.

I suspect they got more than one letter like this, as seen in the June issue:

I was dismayed to read that the dealer added a $5,000 fee to the cost of your Chevy Volt. I would have walked (no, run) away. You should have done so, likewise. As a taxpayer, I am also dismayed that the dealer is using most of the $7,500 tax credit for this car to line its pockets.

Um, this is what dealers do when they have a hot product: line their pockets. The Volt is in high demand in the four or five places you can actually buy one. But there are doofuses out there who believe they have a Constitutional right to buy things at MSRP or lower. I see them all the time on message boards, usually with questions along these lines:

How much can I expect the dealer to knock off if I pay cash for the car?

A realistic answer — “Since he’s not going to make anything on the financing, he might actually charge you more” — leaves these people incredibly butthurt.

Besides, early adopters almost always get soaked. Ask the guy who thought himself incredibly fortunate to get a $900-list VCR for $750 in 1982. (I have reference to me.) And nobody was offering a tax credit, either.

For their part, the CR guys said that they wanted to get that Volt report out in a timely manner, and if that cost them extra, so be it.

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For some reason, the 420th Carnival of the Vanities is “not for AV.”

Which is perhaps odd, because at the time 420 culture began to evolve, it was sold to the marks participants as an essential part of a true audio-visual experience.

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Scent of a duchess

I can’t say I was surprised that some people took it upon themselves to mock the pomp and/or circumstance that comes with a Royal Wedding; every punchbowl seems to present an opportunity for a turd. My own thinking runs something like this:

[T]here was tradition and decorum in the moments I saw, and I think in our modern world we’re sadly lacking in decorum sometimes. So it’s kind of nice to see.

I admit to being most delighted by the L plate on the vintage Aston Martin which whisked the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge away from the scene at decidedly sub-Aston-like speeds.

Much was made of the fashions on display, some dramatic, some dowdy. For some reason I was curious about the fragrance worn by Kate, and sure enough, someone had already done the research:

Given her down-to-earth style, I was surprised to read it was something I had never heard of. I don’t know what I was thinking she’d wear. Hell, I don’t even remember what I wore on my own wedding day. I was sure it wasn’t going to be something pedestrian like Estée Lauder Beautiful, or one of the Vera Wang scents, but this sort of surprised me. The scent is White Gardenia Petals by Illuminum.

The name, of course, practically gives it away:

The top note of Lilly evokes a tropical seaside location, whilst the heart notes of White Gardenia, Muguet and Jasmine bring a trio of white flowers into play. Amber Wood underscores this light and capricious bouquet.

Now I’m curious, though probably not curious enough to shell out $190 for 100 ml, which is about as much as it costs to run an HP DeskJet. And more to the point, as a result of suddenly-high demand, it’s backordered until August. The perfume, I mean.

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Stretching it out, and then some

I have long believed that David Stern, if he thought he could get away with it, would stretch playoff series to nine games. This series with the Grizzlies already seems to have reached eight or so: the games have been long grinds, that apparently being Memphis’ favored pace. What’s more, Game 3 went into overtime; so did Game 4, when Mike Conley landed one from 26 feet with three and a half seconds left to tie it at 96. In Game 3, though, the Griz dominated those extra five minutes; tonight, they came from behind, and after both Conley and O. J. Mayo fouled out, Greivis Vasquez hit the long ball from just about the same place with nine seconds left to tie it at 109.

So there was double overtime, and it was 119-all when the Griz got three reasonable looks, missed them all, and with 6.3 left, the Thunder were unable to buy a bucket.

So there was triple overtime, and finally the Griz had nothing else up their sleeve: the Thunder pulled this one out, 133-123, and the series goes back to Oklahoma City Wednesday night.

Of all the things the Thunder could have done to beat Memphis — block Conley from beyond the arc, bottle up Marc Gasol and Zack Randolph — they did essentially none of them. (Gasol had 26 points and 21 rebounds; Z-Bo 34 points and 16 boards. Conley shot only 2-12, but hit 11 of 12 from the foul line.)

Meanwhile, Russell Westbrook somehow rolled up 40 points, Kevin Durant added 35, James Harden brought 19 from the bench, and you can say that OKC shot 9 percent better — or that Memphis shot 9 percent worse. (The Griz went 40 for 111, a blah 36 percent.)

But numbers didn’t matter in this 63-minute game which took nearly four hours. At some point, it becomes simply a matter of survival. And the Thunder will survive for Game 9 5.

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Well, that didn’t take long, did it?

From Sunday evening to Monday noonish:

SiteMeter referral through USDOJ

I’d wave, but sudden motions run counter to my best instincts, y’know?

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This procedure evidently sucks

So you thought liposuction was permanent, did you? You might want to think again:

[R]esearchers randomly assigned nonobese women to have liposuction on their protuberant thighs and lower abdomen or to refrain from having the procedure, serving as controls. As compensation, the women who were control subjects were told that when the study was over, after they learned the results, they could get liposuction if they still wanted it. For them, the price would also be reduced from the going rate.

The result, published in the latest issue of Obesity, was that fat came back after it was suctioned out. It took a year, but it all returned. But it did not reappear in the women’s thighs. Instead, Dr. [Robert H.] Eckel said, “it was redistributed upstairs,” mostly in the upper abdomen, but also around the shoulders and triceps of the arms.

In other news, there is a journal called Obesity.

Lindsay Beyerstein sees a potential practical application nonetheless:

I predict some enterprising plastic surgeon will start promoting Truly Comprehensive Liposuction as an alternative to breast implants. If you suction fat from everywhere else on the body, the fat will only have one place to return to. I can see the late night TV commercials now.

Three parts sham, two parts wow, I’d imagine.

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You got that push and pull

The relationship between labor and management has almost always been adversarial, it seems. Ric Locke contends that it didn’t have to be that way:

Suppose that, instead of being set up as mirror-image power blocs, the United (X) Workers had been organized as investment alliances, sort of like what we call today “mutual funds”. Dues would be used to buy shares in the company, dividends and share-value growth would be used to finance workers’ benefits, and soon or late the union’s investments would result in an active voice in company policy. There were, at the time, templates for just that — the “fraternal organizations”, the Moose Lodge and Odd Fellows and many others, existed primarily for just that purpose. By now, after a century or better of continuous investment, the unions, representing the workers, would either own or control most large companies. Marx’s vision would be realized: the workers would own the means of production.

Which idea didn’t even occur to Marx; he was too busy peddling that class-warfare stuff. And look what we got instead:

What we’ve had, instead, was union leaders cementing their power by weakening the corporate structure. Over most of the Western world, we really haven’t added to our capital stock since WWII. Factories and the like have been financed by borrowing, because the tax structure established to keep union leaders in power well-nigh forbids capital formation on the ground that “capital” means “wealth”, which has to be taken away to Benefit the Poor. That policy is coming back to bite us in the butt at the moment.

And then there’s this:

I pity the Socialists… I have read all their books. I know all their arguments… I do not regard them as rational beings… If the lesser and immediate demands of labor could not be obtained from society as it is, it would be mere dreaming to preach and pursue the will-o’-the-wisp, a new society constructed from rainbow materials…

So said Samuel Gompers in 1923. I have to wonder what he’d say, were he around today.

(Title courtesy of Rufus Thomas.)

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Face off

On my nightstand at the moment: Jennifer Weiner’s Certain Girls, the sequel to Good in Bed, which I’ve already read. The cover, I noted, followed what I’ve come to think of as a chick-lit convention: show a female body part or two, but never an actual head.

And then I started wondering when this became conventional. I don’t really know for sure, but I decided to check my shelves. Fear of Flying? Conforms to the rule, but not really chick-lit. After fumbling around a bit, I turned up Wifey, a just-this-side-of-filthy 1978 novel by Judy Blume (!) that I’d bought in its first paperback release, perhaps because of its salacious-appearing cover.

Wifey is still in print, so I sought out the current cover. Different body parts, but same lack of face:

Wifey by Judy Blume

I conclude that this practice is at least 33 years old.

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Good old Number Two

No, not that Number Two. I’m thinking fuel oil, which I haven’t had to deal with since I was a teenager, and technically I didn’t have to deal with it then in any serious way, since I was still a kid. Still, I remember the tanker truck coming up the street, and the humongous hose it deployed to reach the tank in the back yard.

Since it’s seldom used for heating around this neck of the woods, I generally don’t give the stuff much thought. (Most common in these parts: natural gas.) Once in a while, though, I get a reminder:

You have to buy that in big lots evidently, like a three-month heating bill that falls on you all at once. However I’ve found a company that has a plan you can estimate a year’s average consumption and spread the payment out on a month-to-month basis.

And of course we’ll never see prices like this ever again.

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No place for a Fiesta

Where can you buy a new Ford in San Francisco? The answer is “nowhere”:

Add this to the list of San Francisco’s distinguishing features: It does not have a single U.S. new car dealership within its 47.6 square miles.

The last one bit the dust [11] days ago, when San Francisco Ford Lincoln Mercury, on Van Ness Avenue’s Auto Row, shut its doors without warning or explanation.

Selling domestic cars on the West Coast has been problematic for decades; even in the 1980s, Toyota and Honda were displacing Chevy and Ford. So it’s not like San Francisco has suddenly decided to turn its back on Detroit or anything.

Although Dennis Fitzpatrick, regional VP of the California New Car Dealers Association, contends: “San Francisco is not loyal to anything domestic; its allegiance is to anything but domestic.”

Fitzpatrick sells Chevrolets — in the East Bay area.

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This has got to gomance

If “bromance” is high on your Least-Wanted Neologisms list, you will probably not like “homance” any better:

I understand the urge to tag Bridesmaids with a category name. But homance? Not only does homance dispense with the R of romance, thus muddying the semantic waters, it also replaces the chummy, G-rated bro with the decidedly less family-friendly ho — which, lest we forget, is a truncation of whore. I haven’t yet seen Bridesmaids, but it’s pretty clear that this isn’t a movie about the misadventures of a gang of streetwalkers.

As it happens, Kristen Wiig and Maya Rudolph, who had a lot to do with Bridesmaids, weigh in on the -mance suffix in Entertainment Weekly (#1154, 13 May):

EW: I’ve already seen this movie labeled a sismance, a sistermance, and — yikes! — a womance.

Rudolph: Sismance? That sounds like something that’s wrong with your urinary tract.

Wiig: [laughs] The problem is, it alienates viewers. If you say this movie is a chick flick, guys are going to not want to go. And we definitely didn’t write this movie just for women.

Rudolph: Let’s think of a new one now. Lady…mance? No, that’s a terrible one. I hope nobody calls this a ladymance.

Wiig: It’s better than womance. [laughs] How about it’s just a comedy? We wanted to write a comedy.

Rudolph: A comedy, with vaginas everywhere.

I’m just grateful no one came up with “vulvariety show.”

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Just one of the gyaru

This is yet another example of what happens when I get a single idea in my head and end up opening half a dozen browser tabs to follow up.

The idea was to find someone to bring up in the weekly Rule 5 sweep who hasn’t been there a dozen times before, and to have something to talk about besides “Isn’t she cute?” This being the 11th of May, I went first after women born on this date, and settled on Shiho Fujita, twenty-six, a singer/songwriter in the J-pop orbit who is known professionally as “sifow.”


Except that she’s dropped out of orbit: her last album came out in the summer of ’07 [warning: autostart video], and in early ’08 she announced she’d be taking a hiatus from her musical career to start a school for gyaru. And who are gyaru?

Gyaru is a Japanese transliteration of the English word gal… The name originated from a 1970s brand of jeans called “gals”, with the advertising slogan: “I can’t live without men”, and was applied to fashion- and peer-conscious girls in their teens and early twenties… The term gradually drifted to apply to a younger group, whose seeming lack of interest in work or marriage gained the word a “childish” image.

Which group would once have included sifow herself, although she apparently vowed to break out of that particular stereotype.

For further reference: sifow’s “Rule,” from MTV Japan. Apparently MTV Japan, unlike its American counterpart, occasionally airs music videos.

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Weedman, spare that dandelion

Ford might need it for a floor mat:

“We’re always looking for new sustainable materials to use in our vehicles that have a smaller carbon footprint to produce and can be grown locally,” said Angela Harris, Ford research engineer. “Synthetic rubber is not a sustainable resource, so we want to minimise its use in our vehicles when possible. Dandelions have the potential to serve as a great natural alternative to synthetic rubber in our products.”

Not just any dandelions, though:

The suitable species for this project is the Russian dandelion, Taraxacum kok-saghyz, which is being grown at The Ohio State University’s Ohio Agricultural Research and Development Center (OARDC). A milky-white substance that seeps from the roots of this species of dandelion is used to produce the rubber.

Of course, the real advantage of using a dandelion for synthetic rubber is that it’s not particularly hard to cultivate. I put absolutely no effort into the ones I grow (albeit the wrong variety, alas).

(Via Autoblog.)

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Back to the future, sort of

In an effort to boost its economy, Samoa is jumping forward in time by one day. And no, it’s not an effort to beat the stock market:

Samoa will do this by switching to the west side of the international date line, which it says will make it easier for it to do business with Australia and New Zealand.

In 1884, when the Date Line was drawn, Samoa was on the west side; eight years later, the country, which already had signed an alliance with what was then the kingdom of Hawaii, decided the take from foreign trade would be better if they were on something resembling American time, and the line was duly moved.

But alliances — and trade partners — change. Said Samoan Prime Minister Tuilaepa Sailele Malielegaoi: “We’re losing out on two working days a week. While it’s Friday here, it’s Saturday in New Zealand and when we’re at church Sunday, they’re already conducting business in Sydney and Brisbane.”

The change will go into effect on the 30th of December, previously known as the 29th of December.

(Via Sunday Monday Evening.)

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Pretty much drowned out

The Grizzlies got out of Memphis before the muddy Mississippi came close to escaping its banks; perhaps the inch and a half of rain today perplexed them a bit. The broadcast team, for its part, figured it was fatigue. Whatever the reason, the Griz were adrift most of the evening, and the Thunder rolled up a surprisingly-easy 99-72 win in front of a damp but happy home crowd.

It was 17-17 after the first quarter, and things remained close for about six minutes after that. Then Memphis began to implode: easy shots were missed, silly fouls were charged. The Griz wouldn’t get 20 points in any quarter but the fourth. They shot less than 36 percent, collected only 33 rebounds, and gave up an uncharacteristic 14 turnovers.

Radio guy Matt Pinto says the difference was in the bench personnel: OKC reserves scored 53, versus 27 for Memphis. (Or you could look at it as 46 for the Thunder starters, 45 for the Griz.) Nobody hit even 20 points, though Kevin Durant managed 19, and Daequan Cook shot 6-7 for 18. And no double-doubles, though Nick Collison pulled down 10 boards to go with nine points.

So it’s 3-2 Thunder going into Game 6, back in Memphis Friday night. Me, I’m just grateful that this game ran about 100 minutes shorter than Game 4.

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Just don’t take a Pomeranian bowling

The Dude, as we all know, abides. Apparently so does his sweater:

Since it debuted in 1998, Joel and Ethan Coen’s movie has built a fervent cult of followers who have seen it a zillion times, can recite dialogue from memory, and worship the Dude, the slacker character played with shaggy aplomb by Jeff Bridges.

But even the most diehard Lebowski scholars may not know that the Dude’s cardigan was made by Oregon’s Pendleton Woolen Mills. Or that the original sweater worn by Bridges in the movie is going to be auctioned off May 14-15 in Beverly Hills.

This particular vintage cardigan — three copies were made for the film, but Bridges wore only the original — will likely go for four figures, if not more. If you’re more the type to end this thing cheap, Pendleton’s revival of this style comes out this fall at a relatively modest $188.

(Via the Consumerist.)

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Open the garage door first

The next-generation Prius is due somewhere around 2014. What I expect: 55 mpg, maybe even 60. What I didn’t expect: handy disaster capability. TTAC’s Bertel Schmitt explains:

The March 11 earthquake and tsunami will get Toyota customers a unique feature: A genset, free with purchase of a hybrid. Toyota was moved by the fact that people who had not electricity, but who had gasoline, rigged their hybrid to produce at least a little power. Akio Toyoda announced that “all Toyota hybrids will receive a new function that allows them to be used as emergency generators.”

One guy who’s tried something similar with a current model:

I hook up a few inverters to my Prius, and it runs maybe 5 minutes every four hours or so to keep the battery charged. Was very handy last week when the power was out for 3 days when the tornadoes ripped through.

Estimated gasoline use for the period: around half a gallon.

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Seemingly eternal obtuseness

Web sites operated by newspapers are occasionally put behind paywalls, which almost everyone decries, and for which almost no one volunteers to write a check. Having never been on the far side of a paywall myself, I’m really not in a position to speculate as to what it’s like for the online staff, but I imagine that if your customers are actually paying for the product, there’s less pressure to gin up the maximum number of eyeballs, and therefore less reason to listen to people like this:

At the national College Media Advisers conference, students attend sessions like “SEO 101 for Journalists,” where they are told not to be “tempted” (the word used by one session leader) to write funny headlines.

“People are flat-out less likely to read funny headlines,” says session leader Aram Zucker-Scharff, an SEO consultant who works as the community manager at George Mason University’s office of student media. “You have to be transparent.”

Maybe (maybe?) I’m a grizzled old mossback, but I think stained glass is a lot more interesting than flat panes. And if I can stain it effectively myself, so much the better — though I’m not above borrowing someone else’s pigments.

Admittedly, I don’t have to compete for those eyeballs to support my business model; in fact, should someone ask, I’ll deny even having a business model. I do this because, well, this is what I do. And while I hate to agree with someone at Slate, I find this well-nigh indisputable:

“There are headlines you can write which, because they’re so clear and have so much of the subject in them, you will get a little bit more SEO,” [editor David] Plotz says. “But if you write a really clever headline that your most Slate-like readers love, and they think, ‘I’m so in on this joke,’ you will deepen that relationship with them.”

No consultant can teach you that.

(Via this Nancy Friedman tweet.)

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Thrash collection

I think this can be answered “No”:

Is there anything worse than having pain when you’re trying to sleep? Especially pain where you can find NO sleep position that remains comfortable and have to wake up and move every couple hours.

For about two years, there’s been a bottle of something or other sitting in the medicine cabinet, claimed to be intended for “pain with sleeplessness.” The reason it’s been sitting there so long is simply that it doesn’t work worth a hoot, at least for me. (If you’re curious, it’s a knockoff of Excedrin PM: I have to take four to get any results at all, and that’s a lot more acetaminophen than I want to deal with, and besides, that much diphenhydramine will turn my airway into a Krazy Straw.)

The knees, they vibrate, or so it seems. It’s an osteoarthritis thing: the joints are just this side of shot. Six years ago, I had arthroscopic surgery on one of them; at the time, the surgeon told me, “You’ll have to have it replaced. I’d rather replace it when you’re 60, though, than when you’re 50.” Fifty-eight is staring me in the face, which somehow doesn’t distract me from the handwriting on the wall.

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And they say print is dead

Broke & Beautiful — a concept I simply have to endorse — has a list of 20 summery printed dresses, of which this was my favorite:

Delia*s Tropical Feather Print Dress

“Feathers,” says Jennifer Nicole, are “a great way to do animal print without ‘doing’ animal print.” They found this one at dELiA*s, which generally markets to the under-21 crowd — hence the weird typesetting — but I’m thinking this might be too good for teenagers, and it’s only $39.50, which at first I thought was a typo. Nope. (Nothing over $140 in the entire list, in fact.) This isn’t the sort of classic you’ll cherish forever, but cheerfully cheap can be a pretty good recommendation.

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All FUDsy

An excerpt from a letter to an unspecified magazine for women:

Most of the women, and certainly most of the adolescent girls in the United States, do not feel completely secure with their appearance; is insecurity something you want to advocate?

Well, Mrs Gibbard, it’s not that they want their readers to be upset or anything; it’s just that much of their business model depends on the sale of beauty products, and M. Random Cutie, were she perfectly happy with her appearance, might not feel compelled to buy any. You, of all people, should know that.

Nor, I might add, is this sort of thing restricted to women, as anyone who’s seen a guy distracted by something shiny and/or noisy at the Home Depot can tell you.

Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt: these are the building blocks of our economy. For now, while we still have some semblance of an economy, anyway.

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DOS 4, you old-timers will remember, sucked rocks, and not pretty rocks at that; it’s no accident that Digital Research, then selling a DOSalike called DR DOS, went straight from 3.x to 5.0.

Ever since that debacle, I’ve been leery of Version 4 of anything, and that includes Firefox. Eric Scheie says there’s a very good reason for that particular aversion:

A few days ago I downloaded Firefox 4, and ever since, it has been a nightmare of constant freezes and endless glitches.

“Support” says that Google is making it freeze. Others say Firefox needs to be uninstalled and redownloaded and reinstalled. (I did the latter and it made very little difference.)

Well, there’s always something making it freeze; this is the Standard Operating Disclaimer. If, for instance, somehow WordPress gets hosed, the dehosing instructions start with “Remove all plugins, in reverse order of activation.”

Still, Mozilla has been offering me 4 for some time; I finally checked the “Go away” box. Eventually, I suppose, they’ll force it on me, just as Adobe keeps threatening me with Adobe Reader 10. At that time, I’ll just switch to Safari, which is well into the 5s.

Incidentally, DR DOS is at version 8 7:

In October 2005, it was discovered that DR-DOS 8.1 included several utilities from FreeDOS and other sources and that the kernel was an outdated version of the Enhanced DR-DOS kernel. DR DOS Inc. failed to comply with the GNU General Public License (GPL) by not crediting the FreeDOS utilities to their authors and including the source code. After complaints from FreeDOS developers (including the suggestion to provide the source code, and hence comply with the GPL), DR DOS Inc. instead pulled all 8.x versions (including the unaffected DR-DOS 8.0) from their website.

In this case, 8 was twice as bad as 4.

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Life imitates Disney

Yeah, right, so what else is new?

Royal Weddings then and now

I vaguely remember some slightly-different colors in the feature film, but maybe that’s just me. (Or maybe that’s just Adobe.)

(Via Nikki McLeod’s Facebook wall.)

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Not to mention fire ants

If you came here from MSNBC or (via this item by Laura T. Coffey), this is the original post she’s quoting.

Which, incidentally, doesn’t mention fire ants — at least, not directly.

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Ticking on and on

It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get to that Rebecca Black update.

Two items of note:

Oh, and Glee has done a typically Glee-ful version of “Friday.”

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Gotta get down to the bus stop

Public transit nationwide, says the Brookings Institution, is by and large a “missed opportunity,” and few metropolitan areas miss it by as much as Oklahoma City, which they rank 84th among 100 major metros. Coverage is below average — only 42 percent of working adults live near a transit stop — and waiting time is about double the study average.

Rick Cain, director of COTPA, isn’t too surprised by the findings:

“When you have to wait an hour for the bus, and you have a car option, you are going to choose the car,” Cain said. “The problem our board faces is do you try to cover a large area and not do it very well, or do you cover a small area and do it very well? That decision was made a long time ago and now it is very difficult to change.”

One problem that exists in most metros, not just here, is adherence to the old hub-and-spoke model:

Most transit systems still have a design that brings suburban workers into downtowns for higher-skill jobs in industries such as finance and health care, but fails to connect them to growing suburban employment centers.

For myself, I’m probably in the 90th percentile locally in terms of Low Walking Distance to Transit: I’d have to walk at most three blocks a day. But I live on one spoke and work on another, meaning I’d have to travel to the hub and make connections every time. This is a tedious process, and if I can drive the whole route, out and back, in 35 minutes for $4 worth of gas, the bus doesn’t look all that welcoming. (There are, of course, other costs involved with driving, but that’s the most visible at the moment, inasmuch as the car is paid for and the insurance bill is still a couple weeks away.)

Note: Despite the title, this is not the Rebecca Black update. This is.

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And then there were seven

Zach Randolph, said radio guy Matt Pinto, had “that look.” No way were the Grizzlies going down if Z-Bo had anything to do with it, and of course he did: we’re talking 30 points and 13 rebounds. Thirty points, incidentally, is one more than the Thunder got in the second half, as Memphis bought itself a seventh game in the series with a 95-83 drubbing of Oklahoma City.

It wasn’t all Randolph, of course. For this game, O. J. Mayo started at the two and Sam Young came off the bench; Mayo wound up with 16 points and four steals, and Mike Conley, beside him on the wing, came up with a double-double (11 points, 12 assists). The Griz shot 43.4 percent, not great, but better than they had been.

Not that it made much difference: the Thunder were sending bricks into the air, and not particularly quick bricks at that. Russell Westbrook was reasonably effective, rolling up 27 points on 11-22 shooting, but Kevin Durant got into foul trouble early and never established any rhythm, unless you consider 3-14 for 11 points some rarefied form of syncopation. Outside shots were simply not falling: only four of 25 treys dropped. And if OKC was hapless from beyond the arc, they were not much better at the foul line, missing seven of 24. Besides which, Serge Ibaka had as many fouls as rebounds — five — and only a single block.

So it’s 48 minutes for all the marbles, Sunday afternoon. Unless it’s 53. It’s been as many as 63 in this series. Historically, the home team tends to win Game 7, but I suspect Zach Randolph may have something to say about that too.

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Cheap shot peened

Ford’s new SVT Raptor Supercrew is twelve inches longer than its immediate predecessor, leading Motor Trend’s Frank Markus, previously seen lapsing into political cliché, down the primrose path to Unfortunate Comparisons:

Our cold-weather shakedown of the newly stretched Raptor suggests that among the target audience of outdoorsy extreme sportsmen, this more capable Raptor’s extra foot may prove as enticing as the bonus body part involved in diphallia.

Stacy Brown was not available for comment.

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The over-umbrage

This neck of the woods once had an inferiority complex, and not just any inferiority complex either; by God, it was the biggest damn inferiority complex in the entire flyover zone. I was here for some of the making of that complex — the destruction of downtown, the oil bust of the early 1980s, the hiring of John Blake as OU football coach — and no one was happier than I to see it finally vaporize.

Except, of course, that it hasn’t. Not by a long shot.

David Roth (no connection to anyone named Van Halen) came up with a bit for GQ called “Profiles in NBA Obscurity,” the ostensible first edition of which was devoted to Thunder third-string point guard Royal Ivey. I normally don’t pay much attention to GQ, but Royce Young of Daily Thunder included it in one day’s Bolts, so I gave it a read. In the middle of the piece, Roth snarked:

Like Ivey, OKC is something of an afterthought — a city that was never supposed to have a NBA team, a city whose best restaurant is generally agreed to be a Golden Corral and whose zoo’s prime attraction, a chimp named Mwami, keeps escaping his enclosure, as if even he would rather be in Tulsa.

I grinned a bit. This town has always had the reputation of being more white-bread than Mrs Baird and decidedly lacking in ghetto fabulousness, something presumably desired by your average melanin-rich NBA team. “Golden Corral”? Well, at least he didn’t say it was the farging Olive Garden.

Then there surfaced this local message-board thread, in which several participants are having a fit hissier than the steam table at your favorite buffet over these “blatant lies.” Some of them even jumped down Roth’s throat on the Twitter. It’s like a whole platoon of “Psycho” Soyers needing to be told to lighten up.

Then again, Roth is from New Jersey, a place which even people from Oklahoma mock. At least he’s sporting admirable thickness of skin, something that too often seems lacking here in the City of Multicolored Buffalo.

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OMG we’re down!

“It was instructive,” says Fillyjonk, “to see people’s responses (and continuing responses) to the Blogger outage,” and adds, “[M]aybe I’d feel differently if it were part of my business.”

I admit to getting occasionally annoyed with people on my own host who complain about how much money they’re losing during a system outage: if this is your freaking livelihood, why are you entrusting it to a ten-buck-a-month shared server? So imagine my sympathy for someone who’s missing out on his AdSense revenues from a freebie. (Hint: it involves an extremely small violin.)

And there’s this:

[A]ll that aside, I was blown away by the DEMANDS — the “why won’t you TELL ME what is wrong and when you’re going to fix it?!?!?!” Many, many messages to that regard. Also many messages on how terrible blogger was for this downtime. (Uh, yeah. Do they use Twitter? That service is lousy with downtime, it seems.)

And I find myself puzzled by that — after all, Blogger had posted some information (maybe not as much as I’d have liked, but whatever) and they had an announcement saying essentially, “We know there is a problem, we are working on it.” It was almost as if the individuals writing the posts were personally offended that Blogger was down, and it was as if they felt it had been done specifically to inconvenience them.

Some of them, I’d wager, were personally offended: when your self and your universe share exactly the same center, that’s the inevitable result.

I’ve had this particular hosting account for nearly ten years. Only twice have I had to take extraordinary measures to keep going: September ’06, when I had to restart the database due to server problems — though all the posts were saved as static pages, therefore none were lost — and September ’08, when my previous platform became slow and unreliable, at which time I moved two years’ worth of posts to WordPress and continued from that point. (The non-blog stuff, of course, has never been affected by database issues.) I may have uttered an occasional imprecation in the general direction of technical support, but I don’t remember being affected by the usual Charlie Brownian motion: “Why’s everybody always picking on me?”

While I do possess a smattering (albeit nowhere as much as I’d like, or as much as I might need) of technical smarts, I suspect that tech credentials under such circumstances matter less than simply keeping one’s head.

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Used to be, you gave her flowers

In today’s movies, what she gets is a faceplant:

(Original source.)

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Admirably centered

It is a measure of something — I’m guessing it’s my failure to be au courant with contemporary babedom — that when the Maxim Hot 100 issue came in, I didn’t recognize #100 (Melanie Iglesias), and so I turned to #1, and I didn’t recognize her either. (This was Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, who is apparently playing what used to be the Megan Fox role in the next Transformers, and who sets off this Classic Liberal article nicely.)

Despairing, I turned to the middle, and at #50 there’s the spark of recognition: Selita Ebanks, twenty-eight, from Grand Cayman, who showed up in one Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue wearing rather less than this:

Selita Ebanks

A self-described “tough cookie,” Selita did yeoman (yeowoman?) work for Victoria’s Secret while retaining her fondness for Popeye’s Chicken. If that combination doesn’t get her above #50 next time, nothing will.

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