What Our Top Spy Doesn’t Get: Security and Privacy Aren’t Opposites
If only intelligent commentaries like this would make their way into the mainstream media.
Archive for January, 2008
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in loveSeasons of love. Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan.Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.It’s time now to sing out,
Tho’ the story never ends
Let’s celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!Oh you got to got to Remember the love! remember the love,
You Measure in love know that love is a gift from up above Seasons of love.
Share love, give love spread love Measure measure you life in love.
The subprime crisis, the housing bubble, whatever you want to call it, is not the problem.
It’s a symptom of pumping in money with no place to go.
Other symptoms are no job growth, no business growth, no stock market growth, falling median incomes, disappearing pensions and health plans, and the fall of the dollar.
Interesting take on Bushenomics (spoiler, its just like Reaganomics, and just as bad for us) and said with the eloquence only a satire author can muster.
So back in the 1930’s, there was a project to connect the San Gabriel Valley with Wrightwood called East Fork Road, as it followed the east fork of the San Gabriel river. By 1936, the project was far enough along that an arch bridge was erected that spans the river some 150 feet below, however in 1938, there was a flood, and the road washed out, and the project was abandoned, leaving the arch bridge in the middle of the mountains, effective going “nowhere.”
Earlier today Chris and I decided to hike up to it (its a popular local hike and we’ve been talking about it for a few months) knowing that it was around 9-10 miles round-trip, and that sections of the trail are usually washed out, and it usually takes most people 5 hours or longer to complete.
We left the car at 7:36am, made it to the bridge at 9:18am, ate a snack, took a few pictures, and generally enjoyed the peace and quiet (we were the only people there at the time), and the beauty of the morning atmosphere, left the bridge at 9:49am, and made it back to the car at 11:34am.
All in all it was a fun day, and a fun hike (10.4miles round-trip from car to bridge back to car.)
I attempted to take some panorama shots, but didn’t take my time, so they didn’t turn out decent enough for me to bother with, but a few photos of the bridge are up on flickr.
“The man with the clear head is the man who frees himself from those fantastic “ideas” [the characterological lie about reality] and looks life in the face, realizes that everything in it is problematic, and feels himself lost. And this is the simple truth - that to live is to feel oneself lost - he who accepts it has already begun to find himself, to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look round for something to which to cling, and that tragic, ruthless glance, absolutely sincere, because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life. These are the only genuine ideas; the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce. He who does not really feel himself lost, is without remission; that is to say, he never finds himself, never comes up against his own reality.”
–Ernest Becker, “The Denial of Death,” p. 89
(quoting Ortega’s “Revolt of the Masses”)
