Another Flight

The seats push hard against our backs
as engines start to thrust.
We lift, as lift we must
if we're to clear
the fence.

Now, relax,
suspended in thin air,
at whatever height
the instruments declare
most suitable for flight.

And I am sipping water from a cup
at 30,000 feet.

It's all so routine
aboard this great machine
this wagon cart of fire.

Two-Seater to the Red Planet

This is wild. Someone's trying to organize a private trip, for two, to Mars.

You wouldn't get to land. It's just a fly-by.

To take advantage of an alignment of Earth and Mars that happens once every 15 years and would allow the shortest possible travel time possible between the planets, the mission seeks to launch on January 5, 2018. The crew would return to Earth on May 21, 2019.

They say they want a husband and wife.
It could be the coolest trip of your life.

Special Election, Part 2

The Dem nominee is considered a shoo-in, but the GOP nominee is still newsworthy:

Republican voters are suggesting the 2nd Congressional District replace one felon with another after picking ex-convict Paul McKinley as the candidate to run for the seat recently ceded by former U.S. Rep. Jesse Jackson Jr.

You might wonder what sort of felonies he committed? Well, garden variety: "burglaries, armed robberies and aggravated battery".

Welcome to Illinois,
where elections are a joy.

Just Say Nay

The mislabeled meat scandal gallops on:

Ikea is now removing wiener sausages from stores across Europe after tests confirmed “a few indications of horse meat.”

With all those regulations,
it really seems incredible
that they secretly turned Mr. Ed
into Mr. Edible.

Special Election

Here in the Windy City, guess who won a special Dem primary today?

The mayor's candidate of course!

But I don't mean the mayor of Chicago. I mean the mayor of New York:

Former state Rep. Robin Kelly won the Democratic primary Tuesday night in the race to replace the disgraced Jesse Jackson Jr. in Congress, helped by millions of dollars in pro-gun control ads from New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg’s political fund.

It's a heavily Dem district, so Kelly now practically has a lock on the congressional seat itself.

It's been an ill-starred seat for the last 3 holders:

Jesse Jackson Jr. - left congress and then pleaded guilty to wire and mail fraud.
Mel Reynolds - left congress after being convicted of statutory rape.
Gus Savage - lost his re-election bid after the House Ethics Committee accepted his apology for trying to force himself on a female Peace Corps worker.

Well, these guys have set the bar pretty low. I think the stage is set for somebody, anybody, to do the job without having to depart in dire disgrace.

I'm assuming that Robin Kelly
will avoid ending up in something smelly.

It Rose From Ashes

Southwest crew member, upon landing here: Welcome to the town a cow burnt down.

Oscar Who?

I think awards for movies should be renamed The Groovies.

Sugarbush Season

I like to lap the maple sap, and right now they've got it on tap.

High Concept

I want to write a story about rescuing hostages from North Dakota. We'll pitch it as Argo meets Fargo.

EU-US FTA

I'm still worried about where the Euro is going, but dropping tariffs, via a free trade agreement, strikes me as a good idea:

...an FTA between the United States and the European Union (EU) would present an even bigger rival to Asia, accounting for more than 40 percent of global GDP and about 50 percent of inward and outward foreign direct investment stock. Both sides are already the other’s biggest trading partner.

That last sentence is a bit of a trick, since it requires treating the EU as if it were one partner, rather than a bunch of separate countries.

Going by countries, our biggest partners are Canada, then China, then Mexico, then Japan, And only in the number 5 spot do we encounter Germany.

By the way, what is up with the phrase "global GDP", i.e., "global gross domestic product"? Couldn't we just say "global gross product"? It's not like we're selling any of our products to other planets.

We've got no exports to Mars,
we've got no imports from Venus,
and when it comes to Mercury,
there's really no trade between us.

Death Defying Tweets

They have a rhymed slogan:

When your heart stops beating, you'll keep tweeting.

How, you wonder, will that happen?

LivesOn will analyse users' Twitter feeds to learn their 'likes, tastes, [and] syntax' to continue posting similar messages, updates and links after they've passed.

I predict this insane app
will produce loads of inane crap.

Pre-Raphaelite Exhibit

I was in DC yesterday, and got a chance to visit the Pre-Raphaelite exhibit at the Smithsonian.

The admission price is: free,
but you have to get to DC.

I've always thought of the Pre-Raphaelites as quirky, but I do like some of their work, including this one, which is hanging on the wall at the show:



I learned that it has rather a sad story behind it.

Rossetti modeled Beatrice after his deceased wife and frequent model, Elizabeth Siddal, who died in 1862. The painting was created from the numerous drawings that Rossetti had made of Siddal during their time together. The symbolism in the painting of a red dove, a messenger of love, relates back to Rossetti's love for Siddal with the white poppy representing laudanum and the means of her death.

She was sickly... and got hooked on laudanum, an opiate. There were rumors, at the time, that the death was a suicide.

In an 1873 letter to his friend William Morris, Rossetti said he intended the painting "not as a representation of the incident of the death of Beatrice, but as an ideal of the subject, symbolized by a trance or sudden spiritual transfiguration."

He rendered her in paint
as a beloved saint.

Concrete

At the DC Newseum, more than 20 years after its fall,I finally got to touch a piece of the deadly Berlin wall.

Jealousy in Coward

In Design For Living, Coward imagines 2 men in a sort of ongoing competition for 1 woman, and the ending suggests the competition will simply go on, not really in what is now conceived as the polyamorous way, since the men are not precisely content with the arrangement. In Blithe Spirit, 2 women compete for 1 man, and the results are humorously catastrophic. I'm not saying the writer changed his mind, but in the second play disaster was Designed.

Eyes Wide Shut

I haven't found a place to actually order these, but that's a great pic. More at link:

Those who can’t avoid sleeping or a nap at work, these eyelid stickers are exclusively designed for you. Before I found this brilliant stuff, I was thinking this is just a joke that only can be seen in the movie.

Especially useful if your work is a bore.
But be careful if you tend to snore!

Linguistic Evolution

Tonight I heard one high school student say of another: "He can't grammar."

The morphing of English cannot be curbed,
but still I'm feeling strangely disturbed.

Grammar, once noun, has now been verbed.

Fall From Fame

They were quite the power couple here. He was a congressman, she was an alderman.

Then they both resigned, citing his health problems.

But they both turned out to be suffering from a bad case of feds breathing down their necks:

Jesse Jackson Jr. and his wife Sandi intend to plead guilty to federal charges alleging the former congressman misused $750,000 in campaign funds while she understated their income on tax returns for six years, their lawyers say.

They both have J.D. degrees,
so I hope they understand their guilty pleas.

What a Lark, to Disembark!

Less than lovely:

A cruise ship disabled for five nightmarish days in the Gulf limped under tow into port with more than 4,000 people aboard late Thursday, passengers raucously cheering the end to an ocean odyssey they say was marked by overflowing toilets, food shortages and foul odors.

But far worse things can happen to a boat.
At least it stayed afloat.

Blithe Spirit, Preview

That's the set of Blithe Spirit, nearing completion, earlier tonight. Soon after, we were up and running with our preview show, which went well.

I play a doctor, which is the second time I've played a doctor, and I kind of like it, so I'm thinking about going into medicine, not in the sense of studying the topic, but just in the sense of going into a medical building, while wearing a white coat and a stethoscope. You know, just to see if I can get free coffee or something.

Excuse me, which way is the doctor's lounge,
and are there some donuts which I can scrounge?

Limits of Imagination

The Wall St. Journal had an interesting op-ed today, "Send in the Tech Reinforcements", calling for an overhaul of the process by which the Defense Department arranges for custom-built software. The department's IT history has no shortage of cost overruns, big delays, and even outright failures. This shouldn't be a surprise. The Pentagon is a big bureaucratic enterprise that nonetheless sets out to design and obtain bold breakthrough products. It's a recipe for massive headaches. It's impressive that they get anything to work! The authors of the op-ed say the Pentagon's software methodology is outmoded, which I don't doubt. Then they say this:

The modern software development cycle, by contrast, moves in weeks, days and even hours—because software is a malleable digital item whose only limits are the human imagination.

There's some profound truth there... but.

First, even an industry-leader like Amazon, which the authors put forward as a model, can only get so many lines of code written in a week.

Second, putting the issue of days and weeks aside, we need to be careful about the idea that software is "limited only by imagination".

A lot depends on what you mean by imagination. We can imagine a computer program that thinks just like a human. But we are in no position to write such a program.

We can imagine the program's user interface - perhaps we would like it to converse with us helpfully about our strategy in Afghanistan - but we can't really imagine how such a machine would work at a producible level of detail.

Implementing imagination, however inspired,
hangs on the question of whether
someone can cobble together
the actual pieces required.