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FSS: Chipmunk and Lacy Dress · Fri­day Slide Scan #13 is a pic­ture of a squir­rel cadg­ing food from Lyn­ne, who was a good friend for a long time but we’ve lost touch with; you can’t see her face, but her sum­mer dress is re­mark­ably pret­ty. This was shot some­time around 1990, on va­ca­tion by the wa­ters of Ge­or­gian Bay, near Par­ry Sound. ...
Greg on Gordon · Go check out Greg Papadopoulos’ lat­est, Don’t Be­come Moore Con­fused, who cov­ers the same Moore’s-law-is-over-no-it-sn’t ter­ri­to­ry that’s been get­ting a lot of heat, but does so in lots more de­tail with ac­tu­al re­al num­ber­s; then branch­es off in­to pre­dic­tions for what this mean­s. It’ll help you to know that the plu­ral of “die” is “dice”. Oh, and of course Greg skips over the soft­ware an­gle, but maybe that’s been cov­ered enough.
War Marketing · To­day Mr. Bush has ex­co­ri­at­ed his op­po­nents for claim­ing that he lied them in­to war. The Pres­i­dent said: “Some Democrats and anti-war crit­ics are now claim­ing we ma­nip­u­lat­ed the in­tel­li­gence and mis­led the Amer­i­can peo­ple about why we went to war.” Well I’m nei­ther a Demo­crat nor re­al­ly anti-war, but yep, that’s the claim. (By the way, he’s be­ing fact-checked.) That claim is pret­ty con­vinc­ing, par­tic­u­lar­ly to any­one who’s ac­tu­al­ly read the 521-page Se­nate Re­port on In­tel­li­gence Fail­ures (high­lights here), or the Down­ing Street Me­mo. If you want a more schol­ar­ly ver­sion of Mr. Bush’s com­plain­t, check out Nor­man Pod­horetz in Com­men­tary; he is con­vinc­ing­ly de­mol­ished by Kevin Drum. Why am I so up­set about this? Be­cause I thought that tak­ing out Sad­dam was a moral ac­t, some­thing worth do­ing for its own sake, a chance to prove that Arabs don’t have to live in dic­ta­tor­ships where there are tor­tur­ers in the jail­s, that Western Civ­i­liza­tion is ca­pa­ble of moral ac­tion. In­stead, the war was sold based on con­ven­tion­al mar­ket­ing wis­dom: pick a cou­ple of sim­ple mes­sages and stay on them. I was watch­ing TV and read­ing the pa­per­s, and all the war mar­keters were say­ing, over and over, was “He’ll have nukes soon!” and “He’s Osama’s buddy!” Both false; and there are still tor­tur­ers in the jail­s. I’m suf­fi­cient­ly ir­ri­tat­ed that I don’t mind say­ing “I told you so”, which I did in Fe­bru­ary and March of 2003. Fe­h. I hate lies.
Remembrancing · Across the English-speaking world to­day is Re­mem­brance Day (ex­cept in the US, where it’s Veteran’s Day); on 1918/11/11 the armistice end­ing the Great War was signed. We wear pop­pies on our lapel­s, and my lit­tle guy came home yes­ter­day and told us about the Assem­bly they’d had at school, where they learned about the war, and it was sad, there were tears in his eye­s. Good. In Flan­ders Fields was writ­ten by a Cana­di­an; my Mother is the youngest of six and the second-oldest, Al­lan Scot­t, died among the fields of Flan­ders near the end of WW2, and is buried in Ber­gen op Zoom. There are some fine re­mem­brances here on the We­b: Libération is run­ning a re­mark­able au­dio in­ter­view with Lazar Pon­ti­cel­li, one of the last six liv­ing Poilus, born in 1897: he’s a lit­tle hard to un­der­stand, but it’s a liv­ing voice com­ing from way back in His­to­ry. Al­so, check out The Her­itage of the Great War, a Dutch site that in­cludes a re­mark­able col­lec­tion of col­or pho­tograph­s, some hand-colored (many of them post­card­s), some us­ing the old Au­tochrome pro­cess. They even have a pic­ture of the re­al dogs of war.
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