After more than one week of string freeze for Debian Installer, here's the status (I post it daily on debian-boot and debian-i18n mailing lists). 15 days are left before the end of the string freeze 34 Languages meet the release criteria: Arabic, Belarusian, Bulgarian, Czech, German, Dzongkha, Basque, Finnish, French, Galician, Gujarati, Hindi, Croatian, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Lithuanian, Malayalam, Marathi, Norwegian Bokm l, Dutch, Polish, Portuguese, Punjabi, Brazilian Portuguese, Romanian, Russian, Slovak, Swedish, Tamil, Thai, Turkish, Traditional Chinese 27 currently activated Languages *fail* and risk to be disabled et the end of the freeze: Amharic, Bengali, Bosnian, Catalan, Danish, Greek, Esperanto, Spanish, Estonian, Hebrew, Hungarian, Indonesian, Georgian, Khmer, Kurdish, Latvian, Macedonian, Nepali, Norwegian Nynorsk, Northern Sami, Slovenian, Albanian, Tagalog, Ukrainian, Wolof, Simplified Chinese 14 more languages are under work but will probably not make it: Afrikaans, Welsh, Persian, Irish, Armenian, Icelandic, Kazakh, Kannada, Malagasy, Malay, Serbian, Telugu, Urdu, Xhosa In short, this summarizes to "hurry if you don't want your language disappear from D-I"...:-)

If you re trying to blow up an airplane, and you re hip and plan to use liquids to take down the silver bird, the following tips may be useful to you:

• Should your liquid containers not all fit into the one-litre resealable bag, just use two. Leave one of them in your bag and put the other into the plastic box through the x-ray machine. It seems like security checkers don t notice or care.
• Alternatively, if you need a few more millilitres of liquid or gel, put it in a tube or bottle and write on it Novartis, Roche, Bayer, or any other known manufacturer of pharmaceuticals; make up fancy names or use existing ones. Be creative, although you don t have to. Even though the EU regulations dictate that only prescription medicine is exempt from the volume restrictions, noone has yet confiscated my tube of Voltaren, nor questioned it, and I ve had it with me on every trip for three years, at least. If desiging your own tube is too much, empty out an existing tube and refill it. Baby food containers work too, but then you ought to bring a baby along for credibility.
• If your detonation strategy involves more than one litre of liquid, don t give up. Writing 100ml on a 200 millilitre container should fool most of the security checkers. I ve tried it, taking the label off a 75ml deodorant spraycan and putting it on a 150ml shaving cream can, and at least in D sseldorf, they seemed pleased.
• If your explosive substance s amount is indicated in weight rather than volume (like yoghurt), be prepared to lie. Should the substance put 150g on the scale, make the label read 100g; the concept of density is beyond the brain capacity of your average checker, and I found it pointless to explain to them that one gramme is very rarely the same amount as one millilitre.
• Consider flying out of a non-German airport, where they won t let you take just a deodorant spray can and nothing else without a bag; you ll also have to buy a bag for one Euro in these places, while at Zurich or Dublin airports, you get those bags for free at least. (Remind me why we pay extraordinary amounts of airport taxes again?)

Of course, if you re serious about blowing up an aircraft, you re probably not going to need any of the above, as you ll already have a more convenient way to get your substances on the plane. At the checkpoint, you ll behave like the perfect citizen abiding by all rules; you wouldn t want to arouse suspicion, now would you? PS: this post purposely avoids the use of the word terrorist . PPS: of all the great experiences in airports this week, I especially loved how passengers, who checked in at the counters (and had to present their passports there), were again checked after border control in D sseldorf, while passengers like myself, who used the quick check-in terminals, were just waved through. NP: Disturbed: The Sickness

There has been a lot of fear-mongering about nanotech. The idea is that little robots will eat people (or maybe eat things that we depend on such as essential food crops). It’s unfortunate that fear-mongering has replaced thought and there seems to have been little serious discussion about the issues. If (as some people believe) nanotech has the potential to be more destructive than nuclear weapons then it’s an issue that needs to be discussed in debates before elections and government actions to alleviate the threat need to be reported on the news - as suggested in the Accelerating Future blog [0]. I predict that there will be three things which could be called nanotech in the future:

1. Artifical life forms as described by Craig Venter in his talk for ted.com [1]. I believe that these should be considered along with nanotech because the boundary between creatures and machines can get fuzzy when you talk about self-replicating things devised by humans which are based on biological processes.
   I believe that artificial life forms and tweaked versions of current life forms have significant potential for harm. The BBC has an interesting article on health risks of GM food which suggests that such foods should be given the same level of testing as pharmaceuticals [2]. But that’s only the tip of the iceberg, the potential use of Terminator Gene technology [3] in biological warfare seems obvious.

But generally this form of nanotech has the same potential as bio-warfare (which currently has significantly under-performed when compared to other WMDs) and needs to be handled in the same way.

The more commonly discussed robotic nanotech, self-replicating and which can run around to do things (EG work inside a human body). I doubt that tiny robots can ever be as effective at adapting to their environment as animals, I also doubt that they can self-replicate in the wild. Currently we create CPU cores (the most intricate devices created by humans) from very pure materials in “clean rooms”. Making tiny machines in clean-rooms is not easy, making them in dirty environments is going to be almost impossible. Robots as we know them are based around environments that are artificially clean not natural environments. Robots that can self-replicate in a clean-room when provided with pure supplies of the necessary raw materials is a solvable problem. I predict that this will remain in science-fiction.

Tiny robots manufactured in factories to work as parts of larger machines. This is something that we are getting to today. It’s not going to cause any harm as long as the nano-bots can’t be manufactured on their own and can’t survive in the wild.

In summary, I think that the main area that we should be concerned about in regard to nano-bot technology is as a new development on the biological warfare theme. This seems to be a serious threat which deserves the attention of major governments.

• [0] http://www.acceleratingfuture.com/michael/blog/?p=830


• [1] http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/227


• [2] http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/background_briefings/food_safety/278240.stm


• [3] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terminator_gene

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Yes, *Macedonia*, not "The Former Yougoslavian Republic of Macedonia" as some greek nationalists (and indeed most of Greece) are claiming loudly because "the name of Macedonia" is their property, belonging to their patrimony. Silly, indeed. This is what prevented Macedonia to enter NATO (because of Greek veto). I don't really care about NATO, so, well.... But it could be what prevents Macedonia to enter the European Union which is somethign I care much more about, despite its defects. And still because Greece could do its best to block name for a stupid name fight. All this while most of Macedonians want their country to enter the EU. Such sillyness and nationalist crap makes me angry. A lot. I respect cultures. Deeply. I however dislike cultures that don't respect other cultures.

Yes, this is about a movies based on a comic based on a movie from the 50 s. And they did a wonderful job of conveying to comic book feel and yet, though you could appreciate the abstract, stylized presentation of the comic, most of the movie still came straight from Herodotus. The training of the Spartans, the throwing of the Persian emissaries into a pit and a well this cleaving to the historic details was a pleasant surprise. The history channel presentation is recommended for the perspective it brings to the tale. There were some poetic licenses the whole bit about a highly placed Spartan traitor was made out of plain cloth; and the current convention wisdom is that Leonidas went to Thermopylae because of his religious beliefs, and conviction about the sacred prophecy of the oracle at Delphi, not because he thought Persia would destroy Greece (remember, Xerxes won, and sacked Athens). Indeed, there was little concept of Greece at that point. Indeed, the whole stick about the last stand at Thermopylae saving democracy seems suspect the stand bloodied Persia s nose, and delayed them by perhaps 5 days in an advance that took the better part of a year that the Greeks knew about. No, it was the combination of Marathon, Thermopylae, Salamis, Plataea over the course of half a century that ensure that the no name David of the Greek city states survived against the Goliath of Persia. And, then, of course, came the boy wonder out of Macedonia. Highly recommended.

Five years ago, I started work on OfflineIMAP. I couldn't find any mail reader that offered good IMAP support and a good feature set. Rather than write my own mail reader, I simply wrote OfflineIMAP and used it with mutt. OfflineIMAP does a bi-directional sync between an IMAP server and local mailboxes. This lets you work offline, and also speeds up reading since each new message doesn't have to be downloaded from the network on the spot.

I kept hoping that OfflineIMAP would become obsolete soon, as mail readers got better. Back in 2004, two years after writing OfflineIMAP, I looked at mail readers. In 2005, after some more frustrations with mail readers, I wrote a comparison. I wound up sticking with mutt and OfflineIMAP each time.

I've gone out looking at mail readers again. Here's what I've found.

KMail
Overall a nice reader, KMail has almost every feature and setting I want. It has "disconnected IMAP" folders, which download every new message in folders to the local disk as part of the routine mail checking. It then caches local changes and syncs them to the remote on the next mail check. This boosts interactive performance and permits offline operation -- very similar to OfflineIMAP. KMail has keyboard shortcuts for most things, and keyboard shortcuts can be added or changed for most other things as well.

KMail also integrates with the KDE calendar and addressbook, which I already use. That's nice, too.

I have two big gripes about it though.

Back in 2004, I noticed that KMail crashes a lot. By 2005, it was worse. Sadly, KMail still has a tendency to crash. I've seen an average of 1-2 crashes per day, due to SIGFPE, SIGSEGV, and I think also SIGILL. This doesn't make me happy at all. Especially to see that it's no better on that in three years. Just don't try emptying trash while your mailbox is being synced, for one thing....

Gripe #2 is that there is absolutely no way to select a different alternative in a multipart message without using the mouse. Simply no way using the keyboard. It's also cumbersome, though possible, to view attachments using the keyboard -- you have to press Enter to open the message in its own window, then tab to the attachment.

KMail also sometimes works a bit sluggishly -- for instance, when you delete a message, you first see strikethrough through it, then it disappears. It doesn't feel very "snappy".

Evolution
Evolution has a decent core. It is easy to get set up and has an extensive set of keyboard shortcuts. It does IMAP downloading and syncing like Kmail, and it does it by default. It doesn't offer all that much flexibility in configuration, but probably enough.

Here's my gripe. There is no way for it to show a total message count next to each folder in the folder list. It will show an unread message count, but not a total message count. You have to click on each folder individually to see a total message count. I can't figure out why this is missing from Evolution. It's one of the main benefits to switching from mutt, and so I didn't bother looking at Evolution any more past there.

Thunderbird / Icedove
By default, it isn't all that capable of a mail reader. There aren't that many configuration options, and the keyboard shortcuts -- while existing for most things -- are cumbersome.

The Nostalgy extension helps with the keyboard shortcuts significantly. You still can't change some of them (Ctrl-L for forward, anyone) -- at least not without an extremely cumbersome process involving editing text files.

Thunderbird can do automatic IMAP downloading and syncing like KMail and Evolution, but for some inexplicible reason, only for your INBOX. In fact, Thunderbird won't even check for mail in folders other than INBOX unless you set an undocumented configuration option. It seems to assume that nobody does server-side mail filtering.

If you want IMAP downloading for offline use or performance, you have to manually invoke a download operation. There is a Sync on Arrival extension, but it isn't compatible with Thunderbird 2.0. From reading comments online, there are a lot of people frustrated about that.

So Thunderbird strikes out as well.

mutt + OfflineIMAP
The good thing about this combination is performace. mutt is extremely fast, and OfflineIMAP works faster than anything else for IMAP downloading. mutt is also far more configurable than anything else.

There are some annoyances about mutt.

#1 on that list is the lack of a folder list. There is just no way to see a list of folders along with new or total message counts. You can press c, Enter to go to the next folder with unread mail, which is something, but not enough. There have been numerous abortive projects over the years to address this, but for whatever reason, mutt itself doesn't have this yet. Probably the most promising current project is this one.

#2 is HTML mail. I don't mind the lack of default support for HTML mail. That's to be expected. There are some things that do bug me involving viewing HTML mail. First off, sometimes people attach graphics to messages that also have an HTML component. Viewing these graphics doesn't represent a security risk, but mutt doesn't make them available to a browser for viewing -- you have to manually save them if you want to view them. Also, you normally don't want to load graphics from the Internet for HTML mail. The only way to accomplish that with mutt is to set your browser to lynx or something; just using Firefox to view a HTML component will load all of that.

#3 is handling of embedded URLs. xterms can pass mouse clicks, and it would be nice if mutt made URLs clickable like other mail readers do.

#4 is the IMAP support. No support for caching, fragile, etc. That's why I use OfflineIMAP. That works, but it's a hassle.

#5 is printing. Printouts from mutt just spew the text of the message at the printer. No page numbers, formatting, nothing. muttprint makes that situation a bit better, but the integration is flaky and weird.

Conclusions
I'm not sure what I'll do. None of these are really where I want them to be, though mutt and KMail are probably the closest.

You probably all know how some IM clients convert text smileys like :-) to some more or less funny graphics. The problem with these is that every client has it s own graphics, and there are themes, so what looks like a secretly smiling face here might be laughing naughtily laughing grimace there. That s why I prefer text smilieys But my girlfriend uses one of those bad clients, so I tried to hack around it, using funny unicode characters. My first try was to add a zero-width space character like (U+200B) inside the smiley, so that it would be : -) instead of :-) . Indeed, her client was not replacing the text with an image, but it did not know the special character, so my girlfriend saw something like : -) (It was a square, in case your font looks different). The next best try was to replace the nose with a different character. Interestingly, while using the EN-DASH (U+2013) instead of the normal hyphen - (U+002D), the minus character (U+2212) worked, so now my girlfriend sees text smileys with a slightly longer nose but that s ok, after all they are from me : ). And thanks to a pidgin plugin, I can just type :-) and : ) will be sent.

As I wrote in previous post, memcached didn't help as expected with wiki performace, so it was time to look for something else. Since I'm using lighttpd, I still considered using of XCache, but the Debian package is not really up to date (now it even does not install with current php), so it was too much effort. But today I decided it's time to try it. I built package from current version (you can get it on debian.cihar.com), installed and it seems to increase performance a lot. Most visible it is on wiki pages, which now take about quarter of time to process. I only hope it won't have any stability impacts, but it survived fine stress tests I did so far.

It's voting time in the lunacy that is the Eurovision Song Contest. Here is a summary, including some strange bits of Euronglish:

1. Bosnia+Herzegovina - nice but no chance;
2. Spain - 4 guys in tight white and pink lights - creepy;
3. Belarus - Medallion man with a rock ballad to bukkake - "when you cast your loving potion over me";
4. Ireland - Folksie, charming, dark yet jolly;
5. Finland - more noisy dark rock with drums;
6. Republic of Macedonia - up/down ballad with drums;
7. Slovenia - Opera in black with drums;
8. Hungary - Bluesy rock angst. No drums. Phew;
9. Lithuania - Guitarry song with "lonely shades walking";
10. Greece - an odd disco/dance at the "heart of attention";
11. Georgia - a nice slice of trance;
12. Sweden - revenge of 70s glam! Maybe "with my head in the can" was deliberate;
13. France - Franglais pop. How did monoglots follow this?
14. Latvia - a singalong. In Italian. But it looks like Italy aren't here this year. So how's that help?;
15. Russia - another fun girl band, singing different (ruder) lyrics to the official song sheet;
16. Germany - sexism swings;
17. Serbia - a red up/down song;
18. Ukraine - dance nonsense - the first song I walked out on this year;
19. UK - an example of Britishness and why I call myself English, not British;
20. Romania - a fun little polyglot guitar song;
21. Bulgaria - drums, dance, squeaking;
22. Turkey - "How much I crave for you" - a dancey whirly song;
23. Armenia - the tearful stalker's song;
24. Moldova - gothest song of the night - "each people will gnaw our wishes no more"???

I can't pick a winner from that. I only voted to try to stop Ukraine.

For those of you who like to follow cutting edge developments in the politics of intellectual property law, do not miss today’s Democracy Now program AIDS Activists Call for Global Boycott of Abbott for Withholding Drug Sales in Thailand. It is sort of stunning in that empowering and disempowering way. The show discusses protests launched again the large pharmaceutical company Abbot who in reaction–no, make that retaliation–to Thailand’s decision to issue compulsory licenses on AIDS drugs, and import generic drugs acted in highly questionable ways:

“Abbott responded in a way that shocked many AIDS activists - the company announced it would withhold seven new drugs from sale in Thailand including a new AIDS drugs and treatments for arthritis and high blood pressure.”

It is great to see countries use the very slim rights granted to them by organizations like the WTO but in order for the rights to have any punch, these countries *must* be given the space to make these decisions without the deep intimation and that is exactly what Abbot is up to. To learn more, read the transcript, listen to the show. And if you want to go on, I have pasted the “favorite” part of the show: (more…)

Last month, Bel n and I managed to secure our trip to Tunisia on the very last moment. So, planning trips on the very last moment isn't nothing new around this place, but we made a big effort to take things to the limit. I can't remember why exactly, but on January 31 we were *so* close to fucking everything up before it started, when we packed our stuff just a pair of hours before having to leave to the train station. My luggage was prepared in a rush, so while I think I took everything I thought I'd need, I didn't really select my clothes too much. The idea was to have our suitcases mostly empty to bring back stuff from the markets: smoking cachimbas, lamps, leather stuff, etc. At that time I didn't know that would end up being a great strategy. Anyway, like 9 minutes before the train's departure we were stuck in Nuevo Centro without a taxi and at that point I really had lost hope about being on time. For some reason, there were no taxis in the area, when it's normally a place where there's tons of them. Suddenly one appeared, we rushed in and I asked the taxi driver to please fly to the station. Happily, we got an incredible green wave around the avenues, he drove us at like 80 Km/h and we even had to wait for a few minutes at the station. In Barcelona, we prepared our small New Year's Eve dinner with my cousin Laia and Marc, and while the plan was to go to sleep pretty early to be in good shape to go to the airport next morning, the bottles of wine and cava emptied quite fast, and around 4:30 we were quite drunk when we decided it was enough. When some annoying sound woke us up next morning, it was really late, so we again rushed out to the empty streets of Barcelona, sneaked into a regional train, without knowing it was the only way to get in time in El Prat airport, and after some initial confusion trying to find the travel's agency desk in the wrong terminal, we managed to check into our flight, being the very last to do so. With all the rush, I couldn't get some clothes from my suitcase transfered into my hand luggage, which I really wanted to do after my nice lost luggage experience during Debconf 5 in Helsinki. Anyway, chances are small that your luggage gets lost, right? But of course, Murphy is always vigilant, and this was a great opportunity to fuck me up. After a short but horrible (due to our really bad hangover) to Tunis/Carthage airport, we were in the long security/passport check. When Bel n picked up her bag and mine didn't appear, I tried to tell myself hey, it'll appear, no worries! . After 15 minutes, the stupid suitcase was nowhere to be found. Apparently, another two pieces of luggage had the same luck, which made us contact a group of four Uruguayans who were missing one of them. Nothing too terrible; it'll surely come on tomorrow's flight. After reclaiming our lost luggage, we went out to the parking where a bus was waiting for us, and on the way there, the six of us nearly fell into the first Tunisian scam, involving a dude selling jasmine flowers at 2 each. The bus took us down to Jasmine Hammamet, the most touristic place in Tunisia. Valencians might have an easy imagining the atrocity of the area by picturing what twice Marina d'Or plus Benidorm including Terra M tica would look like. Kilometres and kilometres of a disgusting Who can build the most horrible giant hotel right next to the beach contest. So it was pretty clear we had to spend as little time as possible in the area. We soon learned about how transport works in Tunisia. The cheapest is to use the public busses and the luagge collective taxis, we soon found out. Our first morning there, our guide Rejeb, working for Iberojet and Solplan touroperators, gave a talk where he advised us against travelling alone, specially around the South, while he offered organised trips around the country for every day of the week. Although we expected this danger! speech, we decided to book the two day trip to the South and Great South of the country, basically because it was the best way to see many places in a short time, even if it meant having limited time in each destination. We wandered around Jasmine Hammamet and discovered Carthage Land, sort of a Disneyland set in the age of Anibal and Carthage's empire, which was inside a newly built medina complex. This was a really bad place to practice the art of haggling, as the place was so desert, merchants really tried hard to get you buy something. Again, we were close to fucking up after our first negotiation, but we finally decided we weren't so interested. Lucky, we later found out the price was outrageous. Sadly, we spent way too much time in that tourist trap, and we found it was too late to go to the real Hammamet town to see a real medina and real stuff, so we had a long walk around the immense beach until sunset. On Wednesday, we did organise a bit with the Uruguayans and some others we had met: Mar a and Santi Kuchi Kuchy , Cristina and Pedro and an Argentinian family, and managed to hire a van driver to drive us all over the North. For quite a good price, we were taken to a few ruin sites in Carthago, now mostly a residential area, and it was really impressive. While the condition of many of the remainings is not optimal, it was exciting to see things which had been built by Phoenicians and Romans 2,000 years ago. I really enjoyed the remainings of the Antonine thermal baths of the city. It had been a huge building right next to the sea; one of the standing columns helps figuring out how big it had been. Right next to this site, the Presidential Palace dominated the whole gulf. Military places are treated zealously in Tunisia, and it is against the law to take pictures of any bit of it, not even a barbwire of the fence. The Palace had a great Tunisian flag waving over it, and many signs advised you against taking pictures in that direction. I couldn't resist.

The ruins of the Roman Antonine Baths After Carthage, we went to Sidi Bou Said, a small touristic town, which had the peculiarity and beauty of having all windows and doors painted in a beautiful light blue colour. Our last stop for the day was in Tunis, where we visited the most amazing medina of the whole week. Unlike the new medina in Jasmine Hammamet, this one was literally packed with people going up and down the maze of very narrow streets. Every few metres you'd come across a new, attractive smell coming from the few salons de th or spice, leather or perfume shops. Here we finally started developing our haggling skills, and managed to get a few items for reasonable amounts.

Streets of Sidi Bou Said Back at our hotel, everyone tried to get a quick dinner and go early to bed, as next morning we were taking a bus for our trip around the South. There was time to call yet another time to the Airport, to find out that one of the luggage pieces had been found. While there was no news about my suitcase, we shared a taxi to the airport to pick the found suitcase, and see if mine was actually there by any chance. Unluckily, it wasn't, so I wouldn't have any clothes for the desert visit. Some people in the group were kind enough to lend me some t-shirts and pants. For my underwear, I actually resorted to using some of Bel n's (no kidding, it was way too sexy :P), while mine dried up after some manual washing. The alarm clock went off at 5:15 or so, and soon after we were ready in the hall with our small bags. When the bus was ready to pick us up, the guide said we weren't allowed in, as we weren't on the list. WTF? We were nearly the first ones to book and pay for it! So he finally let us in, for a short while, until he realised there was no space for everyone, so he demanded that we got off. Of course, we didn't, and a long and very disgusting argument started between the guide, us and a few people who had seen us pay for our trip, and were trying to support us. To make a long story short, we ended up stepping down when I noticed the bus driver calling the police, and after Rejeb, our guide, told us the other bus would be waiting for us at the travel agency if we quickly took a taxi there. We of course knew that was a fantasy to get the bus moving, but dealing with the police at 6:30AM wasn't on my list of activities for the day, so we finally gave up to let the rest of the people get in time to their visits, as they were very tightly scheduled to make everything fit in two days. Nobody was waiting for us at the travel agency, but we were promised our money back, which did happen in the evening; our plans for Thursday and Friday were a bit broken though, and the rest of the morning was spent looking for alternatives. When we had managed to book a new trip in a different agency for Saturday, we took the bus to Nabeul, the capital of the province, well known for their medina specialised in pottery. In Nabeul, we lived a tourist trap which I found to be quite original. Not having walked 3 metres into the city walls, some young dude stops us and tells us that he knows us, as he works in the restaurant of our hotel . I totally didn't remember his face at all, but why not? So he quickly tells us Nabeul has good carpet workshops, and her sister is working in one which is regulated by the Government, and you can only visit two days a week. Coincidentally, Thursday is one of them! So he literally grabs us by the arm and takes us to one of the streets perpendicular to the main market street, and we enter a carpet shop. To the right, his sister probably being like 45 years older, is knitting a nice carpet on the loom. And a few seconds after, we're taken upstairs, where a Teletienda show starts before us. Without being asked if we want to buy a carpet, some other dude starts to unroll carpets and more carpets before us, talking in some very basic Spanish. While we're offered jasmine tea, which is really nice, Ali the brother quickly excuses himself and vanishes, leaving us with the salesman, which continues unrolling more and more before us, now helped by someone else. When 10 minutes later we convince them that we won't buy any carpet, he asks a donative for his young employee, who has unrolled and will now roll back a zillion carpets. Back in the hotel, we have dinner with a pair of Catalans from our flight, and when we tell us about the carpet place, they tell us they went over the same story like one hour before us! On Friday, we got some advice on other places to visit, and decided to go up to Cape Bon and visit Kerkuan, the only important remainings of a Punic city which, when conquered by the Romans, was destroyed to the grounds, but not rebuilt on top (they were busy with Carthage). Romans did an excellent job when destroying cities, and the result is a site which still lets you see perfectly how a small town (around 1,500) looked like 2,000 years ago.

Ruins of a Kerkuan neighbourhood, with their red bathrooms nearly intact To reach Kerkuan we had taken the bus up to Nabeul and then our first luagge to Kelibia, where we took a taxi (after no less than half an hour arguing in French with the taxi driver to settle on a rate for a ride to Kerkuan and then to the tip of the Cape in El Haouaria. Luagges are undoubtedly the best way to travel medium distances for very little money, while getting mixed with locals. During our ride up North, we chatted with a nursing student from Kelibia who was going back to her town for the weekend. She was really open, like most of the people we found in Tunisia, and we ended up exchanging our post addresses; we still need to send her a postcard from Val ncia soonish. This area wasn't so touristic, so the roads, while totally acceptable, weren't as good as the highway from Tunis to Sfax we were used to. We had seen some bits of the local driving skills , but the luagge driver performed some of the most extreme overtakings I've ever seen. These happened every three of four minutes, so after a while I was actually amused about what was going on. We would overtake two lorries on one go when there was absolutely no visibility; if things went too far, people would just slow down to let the overtaker get back into his lane on time, and those coming ahead would just use their headlamps to make them know it was just a bit too close. The taxi driver, annoyed at us, took us to Kerkuan but didn't wait for us; he immediately left, leaving us without any transportation in the middle of nowhere. After a visit at the site, we walked around 2.5 kilometres back to the main road, where we decided it was too late and risky to continue the journey up to El Haouaria, so we waited on the road gutter for a taxi. The first one which stopped was, to our surprise, the same bastard who left us one hour before, who stopped, laughing at us a little. Luckily some other taxi came by in the correct direction, and soon forgot about that man. After a taxi, luagge and bus ride, we were back in Hammamet, and the desert group had already got back from the two day trip. We were asked over and over what happened, what did we do, etc. People who hadn't talked to us before would come over and see; we were really surprised about the warm welcome we had. After dinner, we improvised a customes party, and many people managed to dress up in Tunisian/arabic fashions using bed sheets and so on. We had to wake up at 5AM next morning, but didn't go to bed until 2AM. Nothing could go wrong this time. We had our tickets, we had confirmed we would be going on Sunday the night before, so at 6:15, our new guide came in, and came straight towards me. He said something in German, and after I told him I spoke absolutely no German, he said huh, well you know the bus is full of Germans, and my indications will be in German? . Pretty incredible, but again a fuckup by the agency. My ticket said, clearly: Sahara safari. Bus + 4x4. (ALL). Turns out ALL meant Allemand, not everything included , although we had requested English pretty clearly. This was quite a minor problem though, after having no clothes for a whole week and having been left behind two days before. I think we were really lucky getting that German group, though. We were only 16 people on the minibus, making the stops a lot faster than the normal ones, where 55 persons need to get out and in of the bus. We had our own Routard guide for Tunisia, so we could read about the places we were about to visit before getting ther. Also, I surprisingly knew much of what our guide was talking about, just missing the details he talked about oil production in Tunisia compared to Spain's, among other topics . When the landscape was becoming drier and drier, Bel n and I spotted something dark far away ahead in the completely straight road. As it became bigger, I started thinking it might be the #1 place to visit for me in Tunisia: El Djem's impressive Roman amphitheatre. When we got off the bus, I was totally excited. Before me, the walls of an incredibly well preserved, huge Roman building; in fact, the best Roman ruins in the whole continent. El Djem's amphitheatre was the third biggest of the Roman empire with 35,000 seats, only surpased by Rome's and Capua's. It remained mostly intact until the 17th century, when some of its stones were used to build the city and some of the treasures taken to the Great Mosque of Kairouan, but when it took more damage was during two consequent wars, when the Turks didn't have many problems to blow part of the wall away using cannons to end up a siege of the city.

The Roman amphitheatre of El Djem The underground tunnels are intact, and it's difficult to not have flashes of Gladiator while walking under the arena's trapdoors. Sadly, there was little time to spend there, and we had to continue the journey after just 45 minutes. I would have spent half of the day there. From here, the landscape truly started to get drier and more desertic. The south of Tunisia is a giant olive field, until you reach the Great South, where it's dry enough that the only thing that grows in the land are rocks. Hours later we arrived in Matm ta, the very famous troglodyte village of small holes in the ground. Although I was curious about being there, watching how organised and massive tourism has destroyed these Berber's ways of life dissapointed me greatly. Our guide stopped the bus in one of the pits, which was decorated with white and light blue. In the first room, an old woman was grinding something in a small, stone mill. The dwellers of the few pits still used by their original inhabitants now make a living by letting people into their homes and getting dinar as a payment for taking photographs. What the woman was doing was just a bit of theatre, part of the show. After this first room, we got into the middle of the pit, which had a series of other passages to some rooms, some of which were simply open so we could get in and have a look. I felt a little bit like violating someone's privacy, and wondered how much the house had changed in the last years.

Inside a troglodyte underground house in Matm ta After our visit, we continued up the mountains of Matm ta, and after going by a giant "WELCOME TO MATMATA" sign drawn in white in the middle of a mountain, Hollywood style (!), we stopped for a brief photo-stop (sic). Indeed, the view was quite impressive, and is universally famous as one of the filming spots of Tatoonie scenes in Star Wars: A New Hope. Speaking of famous places, a few minutes later we stopped at the top of one of the hills, were we'd have lunch in the Hotel Sidi Driss, a place of pilgrimage for Star Wars fans, as it was the troglodyte pit which served as the Skywalker's home. The place is full of references to the film saga, and one of the open pits is full of set pieces stuck into the walls. We were served couscous, which wasn't bad, but was cooked and served in the most genuine fast-food fashion. Everyone there gets couscous to eat, apparently, and it's the same in many other touristic places in the area.

Matm ta's lunar landscape From here, our journey headed straight West, in the middle of the rocky desert, until after some time, you could start to see lines of palm tree branches planted here and there, a sign that rocks would soon disappear, being replaced by sand and dunes. As when we were approaching El Djem, at some point a huge, dark spot appeared on the horizon. Douz, probably named after some 12th French batallion which stayed there, is a small town in the very limit of the Sahara desert, built right next to a huge oasis, exclusively dedicated to palm tree plantations, making dates production a big source of income, along with, of course tourism. The travel agencies use Douz as the starting point for several-day trips into the desert, camel rides and stuff like this. Our guide offered us getting a camel and carriage ride in Tozeus for 20 dinar, but Bel n and I declined. He didn't seem to be too happy about it, and had no problem commenting this in German and Arab with the driver (Spanisch and Spanien were clear to me). We learned that the agency (or the guide) makes around 3 Dinar for everyone who contracts the camel rides, after speaking to one native young kid who worked in the camel place. While our German trip mates got dressed in berber fashion, we opted to walk into the desert and play around in the sand on our own. I discovered a few desert insects which were unlike anything I've seen anywhere, and their diminute trails were all over the dunes. Looking West, the view was astonishing, with only thousands of kilometres of yellow dunes ahead us.

The evening sun over the dunes After they came back, we were taken to our hotel, which was really impressive. After leaving our stuff in our room, we headed back to the desert, which was like 300 metres away, to see the sunset over the Great Dune . There's a street which literally serves as the frontier between the rocky ground and the sand desert. From there, you could see many lines of palm tree branches, which are planted by locals in a futile attempt to stop the inexorable advance of the desert. Women in Douz and other towns in the desert limit spend their days sweeping the entrances to their homes, as sand gets in really fast. A small village next to Douz even had to be abandoned and rebuilt in some other place, with the old one being finally devoured by the dunes. When it got dark, we still had some time to kill before dinner, and we discovered a hammam in our hotel. I got in, and saw there was a bored young man inside. He informed us about the prices, and after some short deliberation, we realised we'd spent half of the camel money in some Arab relaxation; while I got a really cool massage, Bel n enjoyed a Turkish bath. I spoke to the guy for a while, and he said not that many people used that hammam. He actually handed the list of services since 2002, which easily fitted in one piece of paper. People don't know what they are missing; he explained that most of the hotel's clients just showed no interest in the baths. I wonder how Fins or Norwegians would react, given their sauna culture. The dinner and breakfast in that hotel was absolutely awesome, and I actually ate too much to have an easy sleep. Next morning we had to be ready at 5:30. That's pushing my limits. The bus started crossing the Chott Jerid when it was still quite dark. The chotts are dry, salt lakes in the middle of the desert, which during some seasons do get some water, sometimes from the underground. The Chott Jerid is the biggest of the three chotts in the area, and the views are fantastic. It's like a giant, totally flat muddy sea which reflects light creating dangerous mirages of oasis-like dark patterns. Before the construction of the recent road that links Douz and Tozeur, crossing the chott was so risky that many people died in the attempt. We had the unique opportunity to see the sun rise over the salty horizon.

Sunrise at the Chott Jerid Again, on our way to Tozeur, we were offered a carriage ride for ten dinar, and again we declined. The guide then asked us if we had no money or what. So in Tozeur we basically wanted to walk around the oasis fields, and ended up talking most of the time with some old man who sold drums and desert roses. On a 4x4, we went up North to Chebika, a really cool town with a small oasis of thermal water, which I guess was around 40 C. The short walk to the wall where the oasis surfaced was packed with children who insistently begged for money or offered necklaces and other items. It was difficult to make them understand you didn't want anything. We then went up the mountain behind Chebika through a road which had its own piece of history. It seems that during WWII, Rommel suffered an Allied siege in Chebika, with a range of mountains behind their backs. The Allies gave him one month to surrender, and he took his time to answer. During that time, he ordered his engineers to design and build a road which would let them escape Chebika through the steep mountains, and they managed. When the ultimatum expired, the Allies apparently found out Chebika had been abandoned by the Germans, including tanks and most of their equipment. So, on the way up, a few kilometres away from the Algerian border, there was another typical visit to the biggest oasis waterfall in Tunisia, which was several metres high.

The oasis at Chebika Our Sahara trip would soon end, and after lunch we headed Northeast on our way to Hammamet. On our way back, we stopped in Kairouan, one of the key Islam pilgrimace spots, with the Great Mosque as the biggest attraction. Unluckily, as we arrived after lunch, we didn't had a chance to see it. Apparently it is really impressive. We haggled a bit for a pair of babouches and a small leather couch in the medina. We came back to our hotel around 7, and found most of the people around the hall. After the obligatory update on how it went, we went to bed as we were exhausted, and of course we had to get up really early to head to the airport. The airport was at that early time of the morning a total chaos, and while people stood in the checkin lines, I tried to find out what was going on with my still lost luggage. I went back to the lost luggage window, which would be closed for 5 more minutes. When they finally opened, they told me once again they had no clue about what was going on with my luggage. I finally understood they had no clue: my tracking number wasn't in their database. I asked them if I could have a look at the unreclaimed luggage storage room. They kindly opened a small door for me, and invited me to go inside and have a look. The view was gross: hundreds of lost bags all over the place. As I was in a bit of a hurry (I actually had to get back to Barcelona), I asked him where to find the bags of one week ago, and he nearly bursted into laugher. Okay, I had to look all over the place, scanning every piece of luggage in an attempt to spot mine. There were bags of absolutely every type in there. In one of the corridors, I sensed a disgusting smell, and figured out some poor guy may have food or something in one of their lost bags, which was rotting in that horrible room. So wrong: soon after I found myself nearly stepping on a puddle of shit, as if someone had literally dumped it right there. Oh my... luckily my search was nearly over and unsuccessful, and I got back to Barcelona with the hope of finding my bag in El Prat. After looking in their two storage rooms I realised I'd probably not see the luggage again, which is a real pain in the ass. A few hours of train later we were back in Val ncia, with a feeling of having spent 3 or 4 weeks in Tunisia, not just 8 days. Really a great place to visit, not only for their cultural treasures, both current and ancient, but for the openness of their people. I hope I'll be back at some point!

I am about 2/3 over with my haul from Edmonton to San Juan, PR (laying over in the beautiful JFK) and am too tired to blog anything much of substance but do check out Furious Season’s impassioned and excellent commentary on the recent NYTimes article (and this one )that reveal how Eli Lily knowingly downplayed the risks of Zyprexa. And if you read the second article, you will find out what Viva Zyprexa means. Here is Eli Lily’s press release, which I have included on the next page as these things tend to vanish… Statement from Eli Lilly and Company: Response to The New York Times Article from December 18, 2006 December 18, 2006 INDIANAPOLIS, Dec 18, 2006 /PRNewswire-FirstCall via COMTEX News Network/ — Eli Lilly and Company (NYSE: LLY), vigorously objects to the characterization of company practices in a New York Times article based upon selective documents illegally leaked by plaintiffs’ lawyers. “At Lilly, we do not engage in off-label promotion - as alleged in The Times article,” said Dr. Steven Paul, Lilly’s executive vice president, science and technology. “Lilly is committed to the highest ethical standards and to promoting our medications only for approved uses. We have clear guidelines and extensive training for our sales representatives to help assure that they provide appropriate promotional information that is within the scope of prescribing information approved by the FDA.” Lilly works to bring Zyprexa to physicians who are confronted with the need to diagnose and treat serious schizophrenia and bipolar disorder wherever they practice. * About half of medical care for serious mental illness takes place in a primary care physician’s office. This is due to the fact a large number of people in the United States have no access to a psychiatrist or do not seek psychiatric care. * Our experience in mental health has taught us that primary care physicians are asking for education on severe mental illnesses, since they see many of these patients in their offices. * We believe that it is absolutely appropriate to discuss Zyprexa and its indicated uses with primary care physicians in the interest of meeting a critical medical need. * It is important that the public understand that physicians can and do prescribe medications outside of their approved indications to meet the needs of their individual patients. “While it is accurate to say that mental illnesses like schizophrenia and bipolar disorder begin early in life — with a higher prevalence during early adolescence and childhood — it is simply untrue to assert that these diseases somehow end — and therefore prescribing for them ends — in young adulthood,” added Paul. “To dismiss the devastating impairment of these disorders throughout a patient’s life is wrong. “Bipolar disorder and schizophrenia are often treated in the offices of primary care physicians. In fact Lilly did research with primary care physicians and found that they were challenged in making the diagnosis of bipolar disorder. Many primary care physicians appreciate the educational outreach Lilly provides in mental illness,” he added. The Times failed to mention that these leaked documents are a tiny fraction of the more than 11 million pages of documents provided by Lilly as part of the litigation process. They do not accurately portray Lilly’s conduct. As part of Lilly’s commitment to patients and healthcare professionals, many high-level Lilly physicians and researchers — along with researchers from outside Lilly — were engaged for a number of years to study the issue of Zyprexa and diabetes. Leaked documents involving these discussions do not represent an accurate view of company strategy or conduct. Lilly deplores the illegal release of select confidential documents. This illegal and selective disclosure of incomplete information will cause unwarranted concern among patients that may cause them to stop taking their medication without consulting a physician. This is the unfortunate result we saw when plaintiffs’ lawyers aggressively advertised about Zyprexa in recent years while searching for clients. Lilly, a leading innovation-driven corporation, is developing a growing portfolio of first-in-class and best-in-class pharmaceutical products by applying the latest research from its own worldwide laboratories and from collaborations with eminent scientific organizations. Headquartered in Indianapolis, Ind., Lilly provides answers — through medicines and information — for some of the world’s most urgent medical needs. Additional information about Lilly is available at www.lilly.com. C-LLY Zyprexa (olanzapine, Lilly) (Logo: http://www.newscom.com/cgi-bin/prnh/20031219/LLYLOGO ) SOURCE Eli Lilly and Company Tarra Ryker, +1-317-276-3787, mobile: +1-317-332-7502, or Marni Lemons,
+1-317-433-8990, mobile: +1-317-532-7826, both of Eli Lilly and Company http://www.prnewswire.com Copyright 2006 PR Newswire. All rights reserved News Provided by COMTEX

So one of the darling drugs for bipolar disorder (and I believe schizophrenia) has been Zyprexa.. Marked by the pharmaceutical company as a wonder drug, for being safe and effective, it has just come out that Eli Lilly, maker of the drug, hid and downlplayed the severity of side-effects. This is big because critics from survivors to academics and journalists and have been attacking pharmaceutical science for this very reason… This explicit revelation is thus pretty gynormous. I am frantically getting ready to go to PR, so that is I can say but more later…

This morning I got back to an article that has been on and off my work-plate for a year now, one that I have to turn in to a discussant for my 4S panel as well for an edited collection of articles on the intersection between art, activism, and biopoltics. Part of my efforts meant attacking a virtual “stack” of articles and one of them was one of best journalistic articles I have read in a long time. Exceedingly clear prose is combined with good references, hard numbers and just the right amount of passionate verve to make reading actually fun and not just another nameless, faceless cog in the academic research wheel. The article mentioned a couple of interesting studies that while sadly not linked from the article (but I am going to take that was an editorial and not authorial decision), they were pretty much cake to find by doing a little poking and prodding on the Internet. So for example, one of them was published on PLoS Serotonin and Depression: A Disconnect between the Advertisements and the Scientific Literature and stands pretty strongly on its own right. But what is even better are the long list of citations (many with links) that would otherwise be frankly, a *total* time consuming bitch to find like the correspondence between the FDA and pharmaceutical companies: # Food and Drug Administration Division of Drug Marketing Advertising and Communications (1997) Effexor warning letter. Rockville (Maryland): Food and Drug Administration. Available: http://www.fda.gov/cder/warn/june97/effexor.pdf. Accessed 14 October 2005. Total gems given to you right there on a silver plate. That is what I love about Internet based research… On the other hand, this extreme access is not always so peachy. The amount of data now available can be experienced as a totally mind-numbing, frightening, chaotic infolanche (as one of my old adivsors liked to call it), which translates into a lot of academic hunting and gathering not to mention all the sorting, sifting, cataloging, and then of course trying to remember what the heck you have just amassed in the first place, even with the aid of tags and all I am not sure if things have gotten easier or harder because this is all I personally know but what I do know is that there are times when I just love the hunt, losing myself for hours, following links, gathering articles, enlivened, exicted about research and there are others when the woolly mammoth of infomartion gets the better of me.

So people may be wondering, How does Biella pass her time in the vast, desolate Canadian north? Thankfully there are many things to do in Edmonton proper, but I have delved quite a bit into reading so I thought I would take a break and give small reviews of the books I have read or am reading as they are all quite good. I am trying to be more systematic about my reading habits so I am back to using citeulike. I am adding anything new I read and then as I go back to I have already read (for articles), I am adding them to the list also. I hope this pays off in the future! I started the reading bash with a book that was recommended to me over a year ago while I was still in Chicago: The Fugitive’s Property: Law and the Poetics of Personhood as it deals with the bread and butter of my own work, intellectual property, liberalism, market capitalism, and American history. I found the introduction enlivening and was sufficiently interested to continue on. I think there is not a lot of innovative work in the field of intellectual property (only because it has been covered very well) and to bring together slavery/the fugitive person and intellectual property under the same analytical lens, seems productive. Best looks at how the legal treatment of the slave and that of IP, hold striking parallels for their highly fugitive (formal) nature, driven and intensified by the legal/market framework that makes personhood into property. There is a lot of good stuff in there (including a fantastic discussion on legal positivism) but in the end, the labor it took to sift through some really obtuse prose was too much for me. I can’t remember the last time I languished under the heavy weight of language that was far too ornate and under sentences that just lacked clarity. This was compounded by the fact that he assumed you knew a fair bit about slave history, which I did not. My drive also escaped me and while I hope to return to it later, I took a break and turned to more readbale material. After such heavy linguistic ornateness, I needed an antidote, QUICK, and I knew exactly where to go: William Sewell and his book I had on my shelf also nearly for a year: The Logics of History. Along with being a first rate historian he is like that black instrument popularized in the 1980s by the likes of Herbie Hancock, and Brian Eno, he is a synthesizer with an amazing ability to write clearly. Being the synthesizer that he is, he is skilled at connecting the dots between various theoretical topics like event, structure, and agency, making the theoretical implications so crystal clear you feel happy to have entered into a field (the social sciences that is) that feels awfully arcane and pointless at times. I left Stehpen Best, which was like leaving a cluttered medieval castle and into a simply decorated room filled nothing with good theoretical feng shui (I think about writing in spatial terms more than ever). He just makes reading fun, even when the topics can be less than enthralling. Many of the essays were published previously and I had read a number of them, such as his famous essay on structure and agency. What I appreciated along with the great writing, was that he takes serious the question of plurality of social life within the net of various social, economic, political determinants. So while he assumes the existence of structure (and turns Marshall Sahlins to establish), he also is quick to show that structure, like a cultural system, can only act as partial (and unexpected determinants of social life) because of the existence and presence of events (which is really Sahlins great masterful point) but more importantly because of the plurality of structures… This was perhaps on the the central motifs in my dissertation; while I placed hacking within the cultural lineage of liberalism, in no way is this the only cultural system that hackers operate through and with; they move through a cultural domain more intrinsic to their own praxis, not to mention other systems of value that reverberate more widely among the digerati… And it is this movement between social positions that allows for forms of reflexivity and social change. I primarily used Bakhtin to make this point but now I got Sewell to add to this mix. Here is a nice passage from the book that makes this point:

I would argue that a multiple conception of structures would make subjects cultural creativity easier to explain. If the cultural structures by which subjectivities are formed are multiple, then so are the subjectivities… Because persons, symbols, and objects of cultural reference overlap between structural realms, structurally generated rules, emotions, categories, and senses of self can potentially be transposed from one situation to another. Indeed, if actors commonly have the experience of negotiating and renegotiating the relationships between noncongruent cultural structures, it follows they should have some intellectual distance on the structural categories themselves, that they should be able to view one set of cultural categories from the point of view of others that are differently organized, to compare and critizise categories and categorical logics, to work out ways of harmonization or odering the seemingly contradictory demands of different cultural schemes. A multiple conception of structure, consequently makes human creativity and reflection an integral element in the theory of history, not a philosophically prior metaphysical assumption. p. 213

And here is a more engaged review that is a little more critical than my very short comments. As part of a reading group organized by my tireless supervisor, I am also reading The Cultural Locations of Disability written by two of the most prolific scholars in the field, Sharon Snyder and David Mitchell. Since I am a novice in field it is hard for me to judge the two chapters we have so far read but it is a total total total treat reading a book slowly with a group of other folks from a vast range of departments. So far I appreciate the larger arguments presented in the introduction. For example, they point to two broad categories—capitalism and modernity/enlightenment– as driving forces in a new wave of obsession with the disabled. So while capitalism’s insistence on measuring the worth of humans through an abstract and actual ability to labor, marginalizes those who cannot offer their constant labor power (and makes them an “odd” cultural object), modernity–in its desire to march forward to the mysterious plane of progress, offers a technological promise to eradicate what it designates as deviant or primitive. As they nicely sum up: In a culture that endlessly assures itself that it is on the verge of conquering Nature once and for all, along with its own primitive instincts and the persistent domains of have-nots, disability is referenced with respect to these idealized visions. As a vector of human variability, disabled bodies both represent a throwback to human prehistory and serve as the barometer of a future without deviancy. p. 31 I, think, however, they should have also included some discussion of liberalism, which in many ways, was the legal and philosophical engine that helped to naturalize capitalism not to mention it also offered a vision of person, in which self-development, expression, and discrete autonomy was deeply cherished. Seen in this liberal light, disability becomes also a type of tragedy that can be resolved though new technological interventions they discuss under the guise of modernity. I have just started Michelle Murphy’s Sick Building Syndrome and the Problem of Uncertainty: Environmental Politics, Technoscience, and Women Workers, which promises to be quite a tour de force into the contentious politics of uncertainty and the play of perceptibility and imperceptibility that surround one of many many syndromes sick building syndrome that now are part and parcel of the medical and patient advocacy field. Along with this I read and finished Andrew Lakoff’s Pharmaceutical Reason: Knowledge and Value in Global Psychiatry, which will make for great teaching, and has one of the nicest discussions on the way in which psychiatry’s insecure status among the other medical science was one of the driving forces toward embracing the new scientism of the 1980s that coincided with new more general neoliberal trends. Another nice move about the ethnography is that he was able to clarify some of the trends and rationalities of American and European psychiatry by examining how it was received and resisted among more psychoanalytical Argentinian therapists. Very classicial anthropological lens in that sesne. Finally I am in the middle of Play Money: Or, How I Quit My Day Job and Made Millions Trading Virtual Loop and I will say more about it when I am done, which should be soon as I am tearing through it evern night. I have been waiting for this book for a long while now because Dibbell is part of that trinity (Steven Levy, Bruce Sterling, Julian Dibbell) that offers some of the best writing on hackers, the internet, and virtual worlds. And this book continues in that tradition of providing a fantastic read, a vivid ethnographic picture of the topic at hand, along with key insights into the nature of economies, money, and plau within (and outside of) virtual landscapes. What I respect about Julian Dibbell is that he took a long time to get this book out. He started the research in 2003 and then spent a few years writing up. I think there is a lot of pressure to get any material or book on “virtual whatever” out there as quick as possible but for the most part I think that is a mistake. You need to let these things brew a long while or else they won’t acquire that taste of a finished product.

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.
-Rainer Maria Rilke I have made it back from NYC after a pretty intense few days spent at the Open Minds Conference and Icarus-hosted workshops, Get Your Freak On. Both were incredibly interesting and I felt the ambivalent rush of excitement and fear that follows the prospect of working on a new project. While I have spent some time researching critiques of psychiatry, I have not spent all that much time with the people involved, academically and personally, in the various movements. And there is nothing like seeing in the flesh and blood some very passionate political work to get the intellectual excitement brewing. The first time I went to a survivor conference and protest I was living in San Francisco, deeply involved in my hacker research. I learned about the movement from a civil libertarian John Gilmore, who drew inspiration from psychiatric survivors to develop his free speech arguments for drug legalization. I had never heard of them and was intrigued so I naturally poked around the web. And I was fortunate to find out that their conference was being held the following weekend less than 10 blocks from where I was living at the time. I made time to go and unsurprisingly, it was a powerful event, perhaps the most stunning conference I had ever been to. There was something awfully inspiring about a political movement in which the members had experienced heavy doses of trauma, often through heavy doses of “treatment” and yet found the energy, will, and life to engage in political action, and in a society that does most everything to dampen the fire of politics. This weekend was no less inspirational. Even at the academic conference, the personal stories of trauma, survival, and the complex ethical decisions of choice in a landscape dominated by one medical model, erupted frequently. These were important eruptions that sometimes probably for some felt out of place in an academic setting where such outpourings are discouraged, buried deep away never to disturb the calm and rationality of talks. But without them, the conference would have felt dry, staid, and sterile, which would precisely have been the most disappointing atmosphere to have created for this environment. All the talks were engaging and illuminating and it was great to see and hear many folks working on these topics and especially working to carve out a different political and somatic reality. For me, the talks by David Oaks and Jackie Orr were the most electric and hopefully I will soon get the videos of them as well as most others (as I (tried) to tape most of the conference) up for those who are interested. In the meantime, David Oaks has already
released his talk, which is worth checking out. One of the more interesting parts of the conference was that it gave a clear indication of one of the great successes and strengths of the mad movement, which is its staying power, its ability to survive (even if not necessarily known to wider publics) generation after generation, which is more surprising given that the vitality of so many of the political movements of the 1960s and 1970s, vanished or languished. This continuity was marked by David Oaks keynote speech entitled “Unite for a Nonviolent Revolution in the Mental Health System: What 30 Years in the Mad Movement Have Taught Me” and just by the fact that he and Celia Brown were there, both who have been involved for decades. Beyond that, it was also the new faces, the new groups, that include Icarus, and the
Freedom Center, that attest to the ability for this Mad Movement to thus far escape the cruel ravages of time and its intervention, often causing rifts within and across generations. Sasha Dubrul who gave a talk during the activist panel and founded Icarus four years ago talked about the deep alienation he felt when he first had encountered the rhetoric of psychiatric survivors and, even despite his deeply critical stance against psychiatry. He wanted to create an organization and a message and a place that resonates with our actual experiences of mental illness rather than trying to fit out lives into a conventional framework. It is a message that swoops into many territories that includes a stiff, unrelenting critique of psychiatry and the pharma industry all the while admitting that not everyone can survive without pharmaceutical drugs (and being deeply grateful for this), all the while also providing pathways to alternatives. It is not easy territories to navigate, due to the and cracks and crevices between positions but then again, most of life is filled with these bumpy textures and not a smooth plane free contradictions. If Icarus was born in part because existing organizations did not adequately address existing needs and desires, it did not grow and move away from existing organization but moved closer to them and is now is in alliance with
MindFreedom. And this is key. Difference in a political movement adds vitality, depth, opportunity but this can only be brought into healthy fruition with alliances. Otherwise, deep fragmentation follows, which given the already deeply fragmented nature of our lives, and of the political landscape, can end in political stasis. But so far, the Mad Movement has over years taken “mad anger” to fight a mad system, and given the last 30 years, I am sure will provide many more decadesof mad pride.

There are not many non-profit pharmaceutical organizations. In fact there is only one but now that they have recently announced that India approved a drug, Paromomycin IM Injection, to cure Visceral Leishmaniasis (VL), that they developed, it is more likely there will still be at least one, and perhaps more of these in the future.

To keep you reading all the way through, the best one's at the end.
1. I'm striking back out on my own againAfter a couple of years working full time in an office, I've decided it's the right time to take my own business, the Useful Information Company, further on. As the rest of this post illustrates, we'll be involved in web technology conferences, our own products, and Rails-based software development. I'm always looking for collaborators, comment and customers, so get in touch if any of this lot grabs you.
2. I'm organising an amazing web developer event in London, late OctoberUseful's first venture is XTech WebDev London. This is the first of a new type of event for XTech: a focused one-day training event for web developers. The idea is to focus on the best practice in web development that emerges from the cutting-edge work demonstrated in the regular XTech conference.This year, that means: Ajax, web standards, open data, REST and Ruby on Rails. Any web developer wanting inspiration and a view of the future should come along. London, UK. October 31, 2006. You can reserve your place now. (We're right-priced for your training budget, and start late enough that folks could make it from all over the UK and beyond without staying a night.)
3. The pace is hotting up for XTech 2007 in ParisMeanwhile, I'm busy putting together the call for participation and programme committee for XTech 2007, in Paris, France. Our theme is "The Ubiquitous Web." As keynotes, I'm pleased to welcome Adam Greenfield, Matt Webb and Jack Schulze.
4. I'll be off travelling shortly and reconnect with old and new friends Though a little daunted by the new face of air travel, I'm heading out to O'Reilly in Sebastopol at the end of this month to take part in FooCamp. One of my main aims is to seek out the ingredients required for a successful professional online community. In September I'll be putting in some time at EuroOSCON. Both visits will let me hook up with friends, many of whom I've not seen for a couple of years.
5. I'm on the programme committee for O'Reilly's Emerging Technologies 2007 conferenceThis one has me interested and engaged. Rael Dornfest is due to unveil the call for participation in a couple of weeks' time, and I'll give my take on the conference then. The show itself is March 26-29, 2007.
6. I have an exciting startup under the covers, in the area of conference and event managementOne of the things I've done a lot of over the last half-decade is organise, coax and bully people into presenting at conferences. I'm pouring what I've learned, and more besides, into a great product. You'll soon be bored of me talking about it.
7. I'm involved in taking Pharmalicensing into an exciting new phasePharmalicensing is an online exchange for intellectual property in the biotech and pharmaceutical world. I was part of its foundation in 1998, and am still involved. I will be part of a newly energized team of people pushing it forward into 2007. 8. I'm having a bit of a clean-out of projectsAlas, with so much going on, I need to cut out a few existing commitments. One of these things will be Monopod, my Mono-based podcast client for Linux. If I can't find anybody interested in its maintenance, I'll just hang the source code out there for anyone to pick up.
9. I want to get more energy put into DOAPOne of my long term projects I definitely don't want to cut out is DOAP, my project to describe software projects in RDF. It's had a slow but sure take-up over the last few years, and is finding its way into some significant projects. However, I do need a bit more energy for it, and one or two collaborators would certainly help. 10. Around Christmas-time, I'm going to become a father to twinsI've still not recovered from the shock. Rachael and I are going to be the proud, stunned, parents of a couple of bright shiny bundles of Human 2.0. Completely awesome, and I've absolutely no idea what to do! For now, we're just concentrating on throwing enough junk out to make room for them.