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16 January 2024

Russ Allbery: Review: Making Money

Review: Making Money, by Terry Pratchett
Series: Discworld #36
Publisher: Harper
Copyright: October 2007
Printing: November 2014
ISBN: 0-06-233499-9
Format: Mass market
Pages: 473
Making Money is the 36th Discworld novel, the second Moist von Lipwig book, and a direct sequel to Going Postal. You could start the series with Going Postal, but I would not start here. The post office is running like a well-oiled machine, Adora Belle is out of town, and Moist von Lipwig is getting bored. It's the sort of boredom that has him picking his own locks, taking up Extreme Sneezing, and climbing buildings at night. He may not realize it, but he needs something more dangerous to do. Vetinari has just the thing. The Royal Bank of Ankh-Morpork, unlike the post office before Moist got to it, is still working. It is a stolid, boring institution doing stolid, boring things for rich people. It is also the battleground for the Lavish family past-time: suing each other and fighting over money. The Lavishes are old money, the kind of money carefully entangled in trusts and investments designed to ensure the family will always have money regardless of how stupid their children are. Control of the bank is temporarily in the grasp of Joshua Lavish's widow Topsy, who is not a true Lavish, but the vultures are circling. Meanwhile, Vetinari has grand city infrastructure plans, and to carry them out he needs financing. That means he needs a functional bank, and preferably one that is much less conservative. Moist is dubious about running a bank, and even more reluctant when Topsy Lavish sees him for exactly the con artist he is. His hand is forced when she dies, and Moist discovers he has inherited her dog, Mr. Fusspot. A dog that now owns 51% of the Royal Bank and therefore is the chairman of the bank's board of directors. A dog whose safety is tied to Moist's own by way of an expensive assassination contract. Pratchett knew he had a good story with Going Postal, so here he runs the same formula again. And yes, I was happy to read it again. Moist knows very little about banking but quite a lot about pretending something will work until it does, which has more to do with banking than it does with running a post office. The bank employs an expert, Mr. Bent, who is fanatically devoted to the gold standard and the correctness of the books and has very little patience for Moist. There are golem-related hijinks. The best part of this book is Vetinari, who is masterfully manipulating everyone in the story and who gets in some great lines about politics.
"We are not going to have another wretched empire while I am Patrician. We've only just got over the last one."
Also, Vetinari processing dead letters in the post office was an absolute delight. Making Money does have the recurring Pratchett problem of having a fairly thin plot surrounded by random... stuff. Moist's attempts to reform the city currency while staying ahead of the Lavishes is only vaguely related to Mr. Bent's plot arc. The golems are unrelated to the rest of the plot other than providing a convenient deus ex machina. There is an economist making water models in the bank basement with an Igor, which is a great gag but has essentially nothing to do with the rest of the book. One of the golems has been subjected to well-meaning older ladies and 1950s etiquette manuals, which I thought was considerably less funny (and somewhat creepier) than Pratchett did. There are (sigh) clowns, which continue to be my least favorite Ankh-Morpork world-building element. At least the dog was considerably less annoying than I was afraid it was going to be. This grab-bag randomness is a shame, since I think there was room here for a more substantial plot that engaged fully with the high weirdness of finance. Unfortunately, this was a bit like the post office in Going Postal: Pratchett dives into the subject just enough to make a few wry observations and a few funny quips, and then resolves the deeper issues off-camera. Moist tries to invent fiat currency, because of course he does, and Pratchett almost takes on the gold standard, only to veer away at the last minute into vigorous hand-waving. I suspect part of the problem is that I know a little bit too much about finance, so I kept expecting Pratchett to take the humorous social commentary a couple of levels deeper. On a similar note, the villains have great potential that Pratchett undermines by adding too much over-the-top weirdness. I wish Cosmo Lavish had been closer to what he appears to be at the start of the book: a very wealthy and vindictive man (and a reference to Cosimo de Medici) who doesn't have Moist's ability to come up with wildly risky gambits but who knows considerably more than he does about how banking works. Instead, Pratchett gives him a weird obsession that slowly makes him less sinister and more pathetic, which robs the book of a competent antagonist for Moist. The net result is still a fun book, and a solid Discworld entry, but it lacks the core of the best series entries. It felt more like a skit comedy show than a novel, but it's an excellent skit comedy show with the normal assortment of memorable Pratchettisms. Certainly if you've read this far, or even if you've only read Going Postal, you'll want to read Making Money as well. Followed by Unseen Academicals. The next Moist von Lipwig book is Raising Steam. Rating: 8 out of 10

28 April 2021

Russell Coker: Links April 2021

Dr Justin Lehmiller s blog post comparing his official (academic style) and real biographies is interesting [1]. Also the rest of his blog is interesting too, he works at the Kinsey Institute so you know he s good. Media Matters has an interesting article on the spread of vaccine misinformation on Instagram [2]. John Goerzen wrote a long post summarising some of the many ways of having a decentralised Internet [3]. One problem he didn t address is how to choose between them, I could spend months of work to setup a fraction of those services. Erasmo Acosta wrote an interesting medium article Could Something as Pedestrian as the Mitochondria Unlock the Mystery of the Great Silence? [4]. I don t know enough about biology to determine how plausible this is. But it is a worry, I hope that humans will meet extra-terrestrial intelligences at some future time. Meredith Haggerty wrote an insightful Medium article about the love vs money aspects of romantic comedies [5]. Changes in viewer demographics would be one factor that makes lead actors in romantic movies significantly less wealthy in recent times. Informative article about ZIP compression and the history of compression in general [6]. Vice has an insightful article about one way of taking over SMS access of phones without affecting voice call or data access [7]. With this method the victom won t notice that they are having their sservice interfered with until it s way too late. They also explain the chain of problems in the US telecommunications industry that led to this. I wonder what s happening in this regard in other parts of the world. The clown code of ethics (8 Commandments) is interesting [8]. Sam Hartman wrote an insightful blog post about the problems with RMS and how to deal with him [9]. Also Sam Whitton has an interesting take on this [10]. Another insightful post is by Selam G about RMS long history of bad behavior and the way universities are run [11]. Cory Doctorow wrote an insightful article for Locus about free markets with a focus on DRM on audio books [12]. We need legislative changes to fix this!
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31 August 2020

Russ Allbery: Review: Men at Arms

Review: Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett
Series: Discworld #15
Publisher: Harper
Copyright: 1993
Printing: November 2013
ISBN: 0-06-223740-3
Format: Mass market
Pages: 420
Men at Arms is the fifteenth Discworld novel and a direct plot sequel to Guards! Guards!. You could start here without missing too much, but starting with Guards! Guards! would make more sense. And of course there are cameos (and one major appearance) by other characters who are established in previous books. Carrot, the adopted dwarf who joined the watch in Guards! Guards!, has been promoted to corporal. He is now in charge of training new recruits, a role that is more important because of the Night Watch's new Patrician-ordered diversity initiative. The Watch must reflect the ethnic makeup of the city. That means admitting a troll, a dwarf... and a woman? Trolls and dwarfs hate each other because dwarfs mine precious things out of rock and trolls are composed of precious things embedded in rocks, so relations between the new recruits are tense. Captain Vimes is leaving the Watch, and no one is sure who would or could replace him. (The reason for this is a minor spoiler for Guards! Guards!) A magical weapon is stolen from the Assassin's Guild. And a string of murders begins, murders that Vimes is forbidden by Lord Vetinari from investigating and therefore clearly is going to investigate. This is an odd moment at which to read this book. The Night Watch are not precisely a police force, although they are moving in that direction. Their role in Ankh-Morpork is made much stranger by the guild system, in which the Thieves' Guild is responsible for theft and for dealing with people who steal outside of the quota of the guild. But Men at Arms is in part a story about ethics, about what it means to be a police officer, and about what it looks like when someone is very good at that job. Since I live in the United States, that makes it hard to avoid reading Men at Arms in the context of the current upheavals about police racism, use of force, and lack of accountability. Men at Arms can indeed be read that way; community relations, diversity in the police force, the merits of making two groups who hate each other work together, and the allure of violence are all themes Pratchett is working with in this novel. But they're from the perspective of a UK author writing in 1993 about a tiny city guard without any of the machinery of modern police, so I kept seeing a point of clear similarity and then being slightly wrong-footed by the details. It also felt odd to read a book where the cops are the heroes, much in the style of a detective show. This is in no way a problem with the book, and in a way it was helpful perspective, but it was a strange reading experience.
Cuddy had only been a guard for a few days but already he had absorbed one important and basic fact: it is almost impossible for anyone to be in a street without breaking the law.
Vimes and Carrot are both excellent police officers, but in entirely different ways. Vimes treats being a cop as a working-class job and is inclined towards glumness and depression, but is doggedly persistent and unable to leave a problem alone. His ethics are covered by a thick layer of world-weary cynicism. Carrot is his polar opposite in personality: bright, endlessly cheerful, effortlessly charismatic, and determined to get along with everyone. On first appearance, this contrast makes Vimes seem wise and Carrot seem a bit dim. That is exactly what Pratchett is playing with and undermining in Men at Arms. Beneath Vimes's cynicism, he's nearly as idealistic as Carrot, even though he arrives at his ideals through grim contrariness. Carrot, meanwhile, is nowhere near as dim as he appears to be. He's certain about how he wants to interact with others and is willing to stick with that approach no matter how bad of an idea it may appear to be, but he's more self-aware than he appears. He and Vimes are identical in the strength of their internal self-definition. Vimes shows it through the persistent, grumpy stubbornness of a man devoted to doing an often-unpleasant job, whereas Carrot verbally steamrolls people by refusing to believe they won't do the right thing.
Colon thought Carrot was simple. Carrot often struck people as simple. And he was. Where people went wrong was thinking that simple meant the same thing as stupid.
There's a lot going on in this book apart from the profiles of two very different models of cop. Alongside the mystery (which doubles as pointed commentary on the corrupting influence of violence and personal weaponry), there's a lot about dwarf/troll relations, a deeper look at the Ankh-Morpork guilds (including a horribly creepy clown guild), another look at how good Lord Vetinari is at running the city by anticipating how other people will react, a sarcastic dog named Gaspode (originally seen in Moving Pictures), and Pratchett's usual collection of memorable lines. It is also the origin of the now-rightfully-famous Vimes boots theory:
The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money. Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles. But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet. This was the Captain Samuel Vimes 'Boots' theory of socioeconomic unfairness.
Men at Arms regularly makes lists of the best Discworld novels, and I can see why. At this point in the series, Pratchett has hit his stride. The plots have gotten deeper and more complex without losing the funny moments, movie and book references, and glorious turns of phrase. There is also a lot of life philosophy and deep characterization when one pays close attention to the characters.
He was one of those people who would recoil from an assault on strength, but attack weakness without mercy.
My one complaint is that I found it a bit overstuffed with both characters and subplots, and as a result had a hard time following the details of the plot. I found myself wanting a timeline of the murders or a better recap from one of the characters. As always with Pratchett, the digressions are wonderful, but they do occasionally come at the cost of plot clarity. I'm not sure I recommend the present moment in the United States as the best time to read this book, although perhaps there is no better time for Carrot and Vimes to remind us what good cops look like. But regardless of when one reads it, it's an excellent book, one of the best in the Discworld series to this point. Followed, in publication order, by Soul Music. The next Watch book is Feet of Clay. Rating: 8 out of 10

14 July 2016

Norbert Preining: Osamu Dazai No Longer Human

Japanese authors have a tendency to commit suicide, it seems. I have read Ryunosuke Akutagawa ( , at 35), Yukio Mishima ( , at 45), and also Osamu Dazai ( , at 39). Their end often reflects in their writings, and one of these examples is the book I just finished, No Longer Human. Dazai_Osamu-No_Longer_Human Considered as Dazai s master piece, and with Soseki s Kokoro the best selling novels in Japan. The book recounts the life of Oba Yozo, from childhood to the end in a mental hospital. The early years, described in the first chapter ( Memorandum ), are filled with the feeling of differentness, alienation from the rest, and Oba starts his way of living by playing the clown, permanently making jokes. The Second Memorandom spans the time to university, where he drops out, tries to become a painter, indulges in alcohol, smoking and prostitutes, leading to a suicide attempt together with a married woman, but he survived. The first part of the Third Memorandom sees a short recovering due to his relationship with a woman. He stops drinking and works as cartoonist, but in the last part his drinking pal from university times shows up again and they return into an ever increasing vicious drinking. Eventually he is separated from his wife, and confined to a mental hospital. Very depressing to read, but written in a way that one cannot stop reading. The disturbing thing about this book is that, although the main actor conceives many bad actions, we feel somehow attached to him and feel pity for him. It is somehow a exercise how circumstances and small predispositions can make a huge change in our lives. And it warns us that each one of us can easily come to this brink.

12 July 2016

Norbert Preining: Michael K hlmeier: Zwei Herren am Strand

This recent book of the Austrian author Michael K hlmeier, Zwei Herren am Strand (Hanser Verlag), spins a story about an imaginative friendship between Charlie Chaplin and Winston Churchill. While there might not as be more different people than these two, in the book they are connected by a common fight the fight against their own depression, explicitly as well as implicitly by fighting Nazi Germany. Zwei Herren am Strand_ Roman - Michael Koehlmeier Michael K hlmeier s recently released book Zwei Herren am Strand tells the fictive story of Charlie Chaplin and Winston Churchill meeting and becoming friends, helping each other fighting depression and suicide thoughts. Based on a bunch of (fictive) letters of a (fictive) private secretary of Churchill, as well as (fictive) book on Chaplin, the first person narrator dives into the interesting time of the mid-20ies to about the Second World War. churchill-chaplinChaplin is having a hard time after the divorce from his wife Rita, paired with the difficulties at the production of The Circus, and is contemplating suicide. He is conveying this fact to Churchill during a walk on the beach. Churchill is reminded of his own depressions he suffers from early age on. The two of them agree to make a pact fighting the Black Dog inside. Later Churchill asks Chaplin about his method to overcome the phases of depression, and Chaplin explains him the Method of the Clown : Put a huge page of paper on the floor, lie yourself facing down onto the paper and start writing a letter to yourself while rotating clockwise and creating a spiral inward. According to Chaplin, he took this method from Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd (hard to verify), and it works by making oneself ridiculous, so that one part of oneself can laugh about the other part. The story continues into the early stages of the world war, with both sides fighting Hitler, one politically, one by comedy. The story finishes somewhere in the middle when the two meet while Chaplin is in a deep depression during cutting his movie
The great dictator, and together to manage once more to overcome the black dog .
The book is pure fiction, and K hlmeier dives into a debaucherous story telling, jumping back and forth between several strands of narration lines. An entertaining and very enjoyable book if you are the type of reader that enjoys story telling. For me this book is in best tradition of Michael K hlmeier, whom I consider an excellent story teller. I loved his (unfinished trilogy of) books on Greek mythology (Telemach and Calypso), but found that after these books he got lost too much in radio programs of story telling. While in itself good, I preferred his novels. Thus, I have to admit that I have forgotten about K hlmeier for some years, until recently I found this little book, which reminded me of him and his excellent stories. A book that is if you are versed in German well worth enjoying, especially if one likes funny and a bit queer stories.

28 March 2016

Lars Wirzenius: Obnam user survey, 2016

In January and February of 2016 I ran an Obnam user survey. I'm not a statistician, but here is my analysis of the results. Executive summary: Obnam is slow, buggy, and the name is bad. But they'd like to buy stickers and t-shirts. Method I wrote up a long list of questions about things I felt were of interest to me. I used Google Forms to collect responses, and exported them as a CSV file, and analysed based on that. I used Google Forms, even though it is not free software, as it was the easiest service I got to work that also seemed it'd be nice for people to use. I could have run the survey using Ikiwiki, but it wouldn't have been nearly as nice. I could have found and hosted some free software for this, but that would have been much more work. Most questions had free form text responses, and this was both good and bad. It was good, because many of the responses included things I could never have expected. It was bad, because it took me a lot more time and effort to process those. I think next time I'll keep the number of free text responses down. For some of the questions, I hand-processed the responses to a more or less systematic form, in order to count things with a bit of code. For others, I did not, and show the full list of responses (I'm lazy, we don't need a survey to determine that). The responses See http://code.liw.fi/obnam/survey-2016.html for the responses, after hand-processing. For the questions for which it makes sense, a script has tabulated the various responses and calculated percentages. I haven't produced graphs, as I don't know how to do that easily. (Maybe next time I'll enlist the help of statisticians.) Conclusions

13 January 2016

Norbert Preining: Ian Buruma: Wages of Guilt

Since moving to Japan, I got more and more interested in history, especially the recent history of the 20th century. The book I just finished, Ian Buruma (Wiki, home page) Wages of Guilt Memories of War in Germany and Japan (Independent, NYRB), has been a revelation for me. As an Austrian living in Japan, I am experiencing the discrepancy between these two countries with respect to their treatment of war legacy practically daily, and many of my blog entries revolve around the topic of Japanese non-reconciliation.
Willy Brandt went down on his knees in the Warsaw ghetto, after a functioning democracy had been established in the Federal Republic of Germany, not before. But Japan, shielded from the evil world, has grown into an Oskar Matzerath: opportunistic, stunted, and haunted by demons, which it tries to ignore by burying them in the sand, like Oskar s drum.
Ian Buruma, Wages of Guilt, Clearing Up the Ruins
Buruma-Wages_of_Guilt The comparison of Germany and Japan with respect to their recent history as laid out in Buruma s book throws a spotlight on various aspects of the psychology of German and Japanese population, while at the same time not falling into the easy trap of explaining everything with difference in the guilt culture. A book of great depth and broad insights everyone having even the slightest interest in these topics should read.
This difference between (West) German and Japanese textbooks is not just a matter of detail; it shows a gap in perception.
Ian Buruma, Wages of Guilt, Romance of the Ruins
Only thinking about giving a halfway full account of this book is something impossible for me. The sheer amount of information, both on the German and Japanese side, is impressive. His incredible background (studies of Chinese literature and Japanese movie!) and long years as journalist, editor, etc, enriches the book with facets normally not available: In particular his knowledge of both the German and Japanese movie history, and the reflection of history in movies, were complete new aspects for me (see my recent post (in Japanese)). The book is comprised of four parts: The first with the chapters War Against the West and Romance of the Ruins; the second with the chapters Auschwitz, Hiroshima, and Nanking; the third with History on Trial, Textbook Resistance, and Memorials, Museums, and Monuments; and the last part with A Normal Country, Two Normal Towns, and Clearing Up the Ruins. Let us look at the chapters in turn: The boook somehow left me with a bleak impression of Japanese post-war times as well as Japanese future. Having read other books about the political ignorance in Japan (Norma Field s In the realm of a dying emperor, or the Chibana history), Buruma s characterization of Japanese politics is striking. He couldn t foresee the recent changes in legislation pushed through by the Abe government actually breaking the constitution, or the rewriting of history currently going on with respect to comfort women and Nanking. But reading his statement about Article Nine of the constitution and looking at the changes in political attitude, I am scared about where Japan is heading to:
The Nanking Massacre, for leftists and many liberals too, is the main symbol of Japanese militarism, supported by the imperial (and imperialist) cult. Which is why it is a keystone of postwar pacifism. Article Nine of the constitution is necessary to avoid another Nanking Massacre. The nationalist right takes the opposite view. To restore the true identity of Japan, the emperor must be reinstated as a religious head of state, and Article Nine must be revised to make Japan a legitimate military power again. For this reason, the Nanking Massacre, or any other example of extreme Japanese aggression, has to be ignored, softened, or denied.
Ian Buruma, Wages of Guilt, Nanking
While there are signs of resistance in the streets of Japan (Okinawa and the Hanako bay, the demonstrations against secrecy law and reversion of the constitution), we are still to see a change influenced by the people in a country ruled and distributed by oligarchs. I don t think there will be another Nanking Massacre in the near future, but Buruma s books shows that we are heading back to a nationalistic regime similar to pre-war times, just covered with a democratic veil to distract critics.
I close with several other quotes from the book that caught my attention: In the preface and introduction:
[ ] mainstream conservatives made a deliberate attempt to distract people s attention from war and politics by concentrating on economic growth.
The curious thing was that much of what attracted Japanese to Germany before the war Prussian authoritarianism, romantic nationalism, pseudo-scientific racialism had lingered in Japan while becoming distinctly unfashionable in Germany.
In Romance of the Ruins:
The point of all this is that Ikeda s promise of riches was the final stage of what came to be known as the reverse course, the turn away from a leftist, pacifist, neutral Japan a Japan that would never again be involved in any wars, that would resist any form of imperialism, that had, in short, turned its back for good on its bloody past. The Double Your Incomes policy was a deliberate ploy to draw public attention away from constitutional issues.
In Hiroshima:
The citizens of Hiroshima were indeed victims, primarily of their own military rulers. But when a local group of peace activists petitioned the city of Hiroshima in 1987 to incorporate the history of Japanese aggression into the Peace Memorial Museum, the request was turned down. The petition for an Aggressors Corner was prompted by junior high school students from Osaka, who had embarrassed Peace Museum officials by asking for an explanation about Japanese responsibility for the war.
The history of the war, or indeed any history, is indeed not what the Hiroshima spirit is about. This is why Auschwitz is the only comparison that is officially condoned. Anything else is too controversial, too much part of the flow of history .
In Nanking, by the governmental pseudo-historian Tanaka:
Unlike in Europe or China, writes Tanaka, you won t find one instance of planned, systematic murder in the entire history of Japan. This is because the Japanese have a different sense of values from the Chinese or the Westerners.
In History on Trial:
In 1950, Becker wrote that few things have done more to hinder true historical self-knowledge in Germany than the war crimes trials. He stuck to this belief. Becker must be taken seriously, for he is not a right-wing apologist for the Nazi past, but an eminent liberal.
There never were any Japanese war crimes trials, nor is there a Japanese Ludwigsburg. This is partly because there was no exact equivalent of the Holocaust. Even though the behavior of Japanese troops was often barbarous, and the psychological consequences of State Shinto and emperor worship were frequently as hysterical as Nazism, Japanese atrocities were part of a military campaign, not a planned genocide of a people that included the country s own citizens. And besides, those aspects of the war that were most revolting and furthest removed from actual combat, such as the medical experiments on human guinea pigs (known as logs ) carried out by Unit 731 in Manchuria, were passed over during the Tokyo trial. The knowledge compiled by the doctors of Unit 731 of freezing experiments, injection of deadly diseases, vivisections, among other things was considered so valuable by the Americans in 1945 that the doctors responsible were allowed to go free in exchange for their data.
Some Japanese have suggested that they should have conducted their own war crimes trials. The historian Hata Ikuhiko thought the Japanese leaders should have been tried according to existing Japanese laws, either in military or in civil courts. The Japanese judges, he believed, might well have been more severe than the Allied tribunal in Tokyo. And the consequences would have been healthier. If found guilty, the spirits of the defendants would not have ended up being enshrined at Yasukuni. The Tokyo trial, he said, purified the crimes of the accused and turned them into martyrs. If they had been tried in domestic courts, there is a good chance the real criminals would have been flushed out.
After it was over, the Nippon Times pointed out the flaws of the trial, but added that the Japanese people must ponder over why it is that there has been such a discrepancy between what they thought and what the rest of the world accepted almost as common knowledge. This is at the root of the tragedy which Japan brought upon herself.
Emperor Hirohito was not Hitler; Hitler was no mere Shrine. But the lethal consequences of the emperor-worshipping system of irresponsibilities did emerge during the Tokyo trial. The savagery of Japanese troops was legitimized, if not driven, by an ideology that did not include a Final Solution but was as racialist as Hider s National Socialism. The Japanese were the Asian Herrenvolk, descended from the gods.
Emperor Hirohito, the shadowy figure who changed after the war from navy uniforms to gray suits, was not personally comparable to Hitler, but his psychological role was remarkably similar.
In fact, MacArthur behaved like a traditional Japanese strongman (and was admired for doing so by many Japanese), using the imperial symbol to enhance his own power. As a result, he hurt the chances of a working Japanese democracy and seriously distorted history. For to keep the emperor in place (he could at least have been made to resign), Hirohito s past had to be freed from any blemish; the symbol had to be, so to speak, cleansed from what had been done in its name.
In Memorials, Museums, and Monuments:
If one disregards, for a moment, the differences in style between Shinto and Christianity, the Yasukuni Shrine, with its relics, its sacred ground, its bronze paeans to noble sacrifice, is not so very different from many European memorials after World War I. By and large, World War II memorials in Europe and the United States (though not the Soviet Union) no longer glorify the sacrifice of the fallen soldier. The sacrificial cult and the romantic elevation of war to a higher spiritual plane no longer seemed appropriate after Auschwitz. The Christian knight, bearing the cross of king and country, was not resurrected. But in Japan, where the war was still truly a war (not a Holocaust), and the symbolism still redolent of religious exultation, such shrines as Yasukuni still carry the torch of nineteenth-century nationalism. Hence the image of the nation owing its restoration to the sacrifice of fallen soldiers.
In A Normal Country:
The mayor received a letter from a Shinto priest in which the priest pointed out that it was un-Japanese to demand any more moral responsibility from the emperor than he had already taken. Had the emperor not demonstrated his deep sorrow every year, on the anniversary of Japan s surrender? Besides, he wrote, it was wrong to have spoken about the emperor in such a manner, even as the entire nation was deeply worried about his health. Then he came to the main point: It is a common error among Christians and people with Western inclinations, including so-called intellectuals, to fail to grasp that Western societies and Japanese society are based on fundamentally different religious concepts . . . Forgetting this premise, they attempt to place a Western structure on a Japanese foundation. I think this kind of mistake explains the demand for the emperor to bear full responsibility.
In Two Normal Towns:
The bust of the man caught my attention, but not because it was in any way unusual; such busts of prominent local figures can be seen everywhere in Japan. This one, however, was particularly grandiose. Smiling across the yard, with a look of deep satisfaction over his many achievements, was Hatazawa Kyoichi. His various functions and titles were inscribed below his bust. He had been an important provincial bureaucrat, a pillar of the sumo wrestling establishment, a member of various Olympic committees, and the recipient of some of the highest honors in Japan. The song engraved on the smooth stone was composed in praise of his rich life. There was just one small gap in Hatazawa s life story as related on his monument: the years from 1941 to 1945 were missing. Yet he had not been idle then, for he was the man in charge of labor at the Hanaoka mines.
In Clearing Up the Ruins:
But the question in American minds was understandable: could one trust a nation whose official spokesmen still refused to admit that their country had been responsible for starting a war? In these Japanese evasions there was something of the petulant child, stamping its foot, shouting that it had done nothing wrong, because everybody did it.
Japan seems at times not so much a nation of twelve-year-olds, to repeat General MacArthur s phrase, as a nation of people longing to be twelve-year-olds, or even younger, to be at that golden age when everything was secure and responsibility and conformity were not yet required.
For General MacArthur was right: in 1945, the Japanese people were political children. Until then, they had been forced into a position of complete submission to a state run by authoritarian bureaucrats and military men, and to a religious cult whose high priest was also formally chief of the armed forces and supreme monarch of the empire.
I saw Jew S ss that same year, at a screening for students of the film academy in Berlin. This showing, too, was followed by a discussion. The students, mostly from western Germany, but some from the east, were in their early twenties. They were dressed in the international uniform of jeans, anoraks, and work shirts. The professor was a man in his forties, a 68er named Karsten Witte. He began the discussion by saying that he wanted the students to concentrate on the aesthetics of the film more than the story. To describe the propaganda, he said, would simply be banal: We all know the what, so let s talk about the how. I thought of my fellow students at the film school in Tokyo more than fifteen years before. How many of them knew the what of the Japanese war in Asia.

1 April 2014

Bits from Debian: Debian Project elects Javier Merino Cacho as Project Leader

This post was an April Fools' Day joke. Alt Red Nose DPL In accordance with its constitution, the Debian Project has just elected Javier Merino Cacho as Debian Project Leader. More than 80% of voters put him as their first choice (or equal first) on their ballot papers. Javier's large majority over his opponents shows how his inspiring vision for the future of the Debian project is largely shared by the other developers. Lucas Nussbaum and Neil McGovern also gained a lot of support from Debian project members, both coming many votes ahead of the None of the above ballot choice. Javier has been a Debian Developer since February 2012 and, among other packages, works on keeping the mercurial package under control, as mercury is very poisonous for trouts. After it was announced that he had won this year's election, Javier said: I'm flattered by the trust that Debian members have put in me. One of the main points in my platform is to remove the "Debian is old and boring" image. In order to change that, my first action as DPL is to encourage all Debian Project Members to wear a clown red nose in public. Among others, the main points from his platform are mainly related to improve the communication style in mailing lists through an innovative filter called aponygisator, to make Debian less "old and boring", as well as solve technical issues among developers with barehanded fights. Betting on the fights will be not only allowed but encouraged for fundraising reasons. Javier also contemplated the use of misleading talk titles such as The use of cannabis in contemporary ages: a practical approach and Real Madrid vs Barcelona to lure new users and contributors to Debian events. Javier's platform was collaboratively written by a team of communication experts and high profile Debian contributors during the last DebConf. It has since evolved thanks to the help of many other contributors.

28 June 2013

Lars Wirzenius: Who knows what evil lurks in the data of men? Security aspects of backups

You're not the only one who cares about your data. A variety of governments, corporations, criminals, and overly curious snoopers are probably also interested. (It's sometimes hard to tell them apart.) They might be interested in it to data in order to find evidence against you, blackmail you, or just curious about what you're talking about with your other friends. They might be interested in your data from a statistical point of view, and don't particularly care about your specifically. Or they might be interested only in you. Instead of reading your files and e-mail, or looking at your photos and videos, they might be interested in preventing your access to them, or to destroy your data. They might even want to corrupt your data, perhaps by planting child porn in your photo archive. You protect your computer as well as you can to prevent these and other bad things from happening. You need to protect your backups with equal care. If you back up to a USB drive, you should probably make the drive be encrypted. Likewise, if you back up to online storage. There are many forms of encryption, and I'm unqualified to give advice on this, but any of the common, modern ones should suffice except for quite determined attackers. Instead of, or in addition to, encryption, you could ensure the physical security of your backup storage. Keep the USB drive in a safe, perhaps, or a safe deposit box. The multiple backups you need to protect yourself against earthquakes, floods, and roving gangs of tricycle-riding clowns, are also useful against attackers. They might corrupt your live data, and the backups at your home, but probably won't be able to touch the USB drive encased in concrete and buried in the ground at a secret place only you know about. The other side of the coin is that you might want to, or need to, ensure others do have access to your backed up data. For example, if the clown gang kidnaps you, your spouse might need access to you backups to be able to contact your MI6 handler to ask them to rescue you. Arranging safe access to (some) backups is an interesting problem to which there are various solutions. You could give your spouse the encryption passphrase, or give the passphrase to a trusted friend or your lawyer. You could also use something like libgfshare to escrow encryption keys more safely.

20 October 2012

Vincent Bernat: Network lab with KVM

To experiment with network stuff, I was using UML-based network labs. Many alternatives exist, like GNS3, Netkit, Marionnet or Cloonix. All of them are great viable solutions but I still prefer to stick to my minimal home-made solution with UML virtual machines. Here is why: The use of UML had some drawbacks: However, UML features HostFS, a filesystem providing access to any part of the host filesystem. This is the killer feature which allows me to not use any virtual disk image and to get access to my home directory right from the guest. I discovered recently that KVM provided 9P, a similar filesystem on top of VirtIO, the paravirtualized IO framework.

Setting up the lab The setup of the lab is done with a single self-contained shell file. The layout is similar to what I have done with UML. I will only highlight here the most interesting steps.

Booting KVM with a minimal kernel My initial goal was to experiment with Nicolas Dichtel s IPv6 ECMP patch. Therefore, I needed to configure a custom kernel. I have started from make defconfig, removed everything that was not necessary, added what I needed for my lab (mostly network stuff) and added the appropriate options for VirtIO drivers: 
CONFIG_NET_9P_VIRTIO=y
CONFIG_VIRTIO_BLK=y
CONFIG_VIRTIO_NET=y
CONFIG_VIRTIO_CONSOLE=y
CONFIG_HW_RANDOM_VIRTIO=y
CONFIG_VIRTIO=y
CONFIG_VIRTIO_RING=y
CONFIG_VIRTIO_PCI=y
CONFIG_VIRTIO_BALLOON=y
CONFIG_VIRTIO_MMIO=y
No modules. Grab the complete configuration if you want to have a look. From here, you can start your kernel with the following command ($LINUX is the appropriate bzImage): 
kvm \
  -m 256m \
  -display none \
  -nodefconfig -no-user-config -nodefaults \
  \
  -chardev stdio,id=charserial0,signal=off \
  -device isa-serial,chardev=charserial0,id=serial0 \
  \
  -chardev socket,id=con0,path=$TMP/vm-$name-console.pipe,server,nowait \
  -mon chardev=con0,mode=readline,default \
  \
  -kernel $LINUX \
  -append "init=/bin/sh console=ttyS0"
Of course, since there is no disk to boot from, the kernel will panic when trying to mount the root filesystem. KVM is configured to not display video output (-display none). A serial port is defined and uses stdio as a backend1. The kernel is configured to use this serial port as a console (console=ttyS0). A VirtIO console could have been used instead but it seems this is not possible to make it work early in the boot process. The KVM monitor is setup to listen on an Unix socket. It is possible to connect to it with socat UNIX:$TMP/vm-$name-console.pipe -.

Initial ramdisk UPDATED: I was initially unable to mount the host filesystem as the root filesystem for the guest directly by the kernel. In a comment, Josh Triplett told me to use /dev/root as the mount tag to solve this problem. I keep using an initrd in this post but the lab on Github has been updated to not use one. Here is how to build a small initial ramdisk: 
# Setup initrd
setup_initrd()  
    info "Build initrd"
    DESTDIR=$TMP/initrd
    mkdir -p $DESTDIR
    # Setup busybox
    copy_exec $($WHICH busybox) /bin/busybox
    for applet in $($ DESTDIR /bin/busybox --list); do
        ln -s busybox $ DESTDIR /bin/$ applet 
    done
    # Setup init
    cp $PROGNAME $ DESTDIR /init
    cd "$ DESTDIR " && find .   \
       cpio --quiet -R 0:0 -o -H newc   \
       gzip > $TMP/initrd.gz
The copy_exec function is stolen from the initramfs-tools package in Debian. It will ensure that the appropriate libraries are also copied. Another solution would have been to use a static busybox. The setup script is copied as /init in the initial ramdisk. It will detect it has been invoked as such. If it was omitted, a shell would be spawned instead. Remove the cp call if you want to experiment manually. The flag -initrd allows KVM to use this initial ramdisk.

Root filesystem Let s mount our root filesystem using 9P. This is quite easy. First KVM needs to be configured to export the host filesystem to the guest: 
kvm \
  $ PREVIOUS_ARGS  \
  -fsdev local,security_model=passthrough,id=fsdev-root,path=$ ROOT ,readonly \
  -device virtio-9p-pci,id=fs-root,fsdev=fsdev-root,mount_tag=rootshare
$ ROOT can either be / or any directory containing a complete filesystem. Mounting it from the guest is quite easy: 
mkdir -p /target/ro
mount -t 9p rootshare /target/ro -o trans=virtio,version=9p2000.u
You should find a complete root filesystem inside /target/ro. I have used version=9p2000.u instead of version=9p2000.L because the later does not allow a program to mount() a host mount point2. Now, you have a read-only root filesystem (because you don t want to mess with your existing root filesystem and moreover, you did not run this lab as root, did you?). Let s use an union filesystem. Debian comes with AUFS while Ubuntu and OpenWRT have migrated to overlayfs. I was previously using AUFS but got errors on some specific cases. It is still not clear which one will end up in the kernel. So, let s try overlayfs. I didn t find any patchset ready to be applied on top of my kernel tree. I was working with David Miller s net-next tree. Here is how I have applied the overlayfs patch on top of it: 
$ git remote add torvalds git://git.kernel.org/pub/scm/linux/kernel/git/torvalds/linux-2.6.git
$ git fetch torvalds
$ git remote add overlayfs git://git.kernel.org/pub/scm/linux/kernel/git/mszeredi/vfs.git
$ git fetch overlayfs
$ git merge-base overlayfs.v15 v3.6
4cbe5a555fa58a79b6ecbb6c531b8bab0650778d
$ git checkout -b net-next+overlayfs
$ git cherry-pick 4cbe5a555fa58a79b6ecbb6c531b8bab0650778d..overlayfs.v15
Don t forget to enable CONFIG_OVERLAYFS_FS in .config. Here is how I configured the whole root filesystem: 
info "Setup overlayfs"
mkdir /target
mkdir /target/ro
mkdir /target/rw
mkdir /target/overlay
# Version 9p2000.u allows to access /dev, /sys and mount new
# partitions over them. This is not the case for 9p2000.L.
mount -t 9p        rootshare /target/ro      -o trans=virtio,version=9p2000.u
mount -t tmpfs     tmpfs     /target/rw      -o rw
mount -t overlayfs overlayfs /target/overlay -o lowerdir=/target/ro,upperdir=/target/rw
mount -n -t proc  proc /target/overlay/proc
mount -n -t sysfs sys  /target/overlay/sys
info "Mount home directory on /root"
mount -t 9p homeshare /target/overlay/root -o trans=virtio,version=9p2000.L,access=0,rw
info "Mount lab directory on /lab"
mkdir /target/overlay/lab
mount -t 9p labshare /target/overlay/lab -o trans=virtio,version=9p2000.L,access=0,rw
info "Chroot"
export STATE=1
cp "$PROGNAME" /target/overlay
exec chroot /target/overlay "$PROGNAME"
You have to export your $ HOME and the lab directory from host: 
kvm \
  $ PREVIOUS_ARGS  \
  -fsdev local,security_model=passthrough,id=fsdev-root,path=$ ROOT ,readonly \
  -device virtio-9p-pci,id=fs-root,fsdev=fsdev-root,mount_tag=rootshare \
  -fsdev local,security_model=none,id=fsdev-home,path=$ HOME  \
  -device virtio-9p-pci,id=fs-home,fsdev=fsdev-home,mount_tag=homeshare \
  -fsdev local,security_model=none,id=fsdev-lab,path=$(dirname "$PROGNAME") \
  -device virtio-9p-pci,id=fs-lab,fsdev=fsdev-lab,mount_tag=labshare

Network You know what is missing from our network lab? Network setup. For each LAN that I will need, I spawn a VDE switch: 
# Setup a VDE switch
setup_switch()  
    info "Setup switch $1"
    screen -t "sw-$1" \
        start-stop-daemon --make-pidfile --pidfile "$TMP/switch-$1.pid" \
        --start --startas $($WHICH vde_switch) -- \
        --sock "$TMP/switch-$1.sock"
    screen -X select 0
To attach an interface to the newly created LAN, I use: 
mac=$(echo $name-$net   sha1sum   \
            awk ' print "52:54:" substr($1,0,2) ":" substr($1, 2, 2) ":" substr($1, 4, 2) ":" substr($1, 6, 2) ')
kvm \
  $ PREVIOUS_ARGS  \
  -net nic,model=virtio,macaddr=$mac,vlan=$net \
  -net vde,sock=$TMP/switch-$net.sock,vlan=$net
The use of a VDE switch allows me to run the lab as a non-root user. It is possible to give Internet access to each VM, either by using -net user flag or using slirpvde on a special switch. I prefer the latest solution since it will allow the VM to speak to each others.

Debugging This lab was mostly done to debug both the kernel and Quagga. Each of them can be debugged remotely.

Kernel debugging While the kernel features KGDB, its own debugger, compatible with GDB, it is easier to use the remote GDB server built inside KVM. 
kvm \
  $ PREVIOUS_ARGS  \
  -gdb unix:$TMP/vm-$name-gdb.pipe,server,nowait
To connect to the remote GDB server from the host, first locate the vmlinux file at the root of the source tree and run GDB on it. The kernel has to be compiled with CONFIG_DEBUG_INFO=y to get the appropriate debugging symbols. Then, use socat with the Unix socket to attach to the remote debugger: 
$ gdb vmlinux
GNU gdb (GDB) 7.4.1-debian
Reading symbols from /home/bernat/src/linux/vmlinux...done.
(gdb) target remote   socat UNIX:$TMP/vm-$name-gdb.pipe -
Remote debugging using   socat UNIX:/tmp/tmp.W36qWnrCEj/vm-r1-gdb.pipe -
native_safe_halt () at /home/bernat/src/linux/arch/x86/include/asm/irqflags.h:50
50   
(gdb)
You can now set breakpoints and resume the execution of the kernel. It is easier to debug the kernel if optimizations are not enabled. However, it is not possible to disable them globally. You can however disable them for some files. For example, to debug net/ipv6/route.c, just add CFLAGS_route.o = -O0 to net/ipv6/Makefile, remove net/ipv6/route.o and type make.

Userland debugging To debug a program inside KVM, you can just use gdb as usual. Your $HOME directory is available and it should be therefore straightforward. However, if you want to perform some remote debugging, that s quite easy. Add a new serial port to KVM: 
kvm \
  $ PREVIOUS_ARGS  \
  -chardev socket,id=charserial1,path=$TMP/vm-$name-serial.pipe,server,nowait \
  -device isa-serial,chardev=charserial1,id=serial1
Starts gdbserver in the guest: 
$ libtool execute gdbserver /dev/ttyS1 zebra/zebra
Process /root/code/orange/quagga/build/zebra/.libs/lt-zebra created; pid = 800
Remote debugging using /dev/ttyS1
And from the host, you can attach to the remote process: 
$ libtool execute gdb zebra/zebra
GNU gdb (GDB) 7.4.1-debian
Reading symbols from /home/bernat/code/orange/quagga/build/zebra/.libs/lt-zebra...done.
(gdb) target remote   socat UNIX:/tmp/tmp.W36qWnrCEj/vm-r1-serial.pipe
Remote debugging using   socat UNIX:/tmp/tmp.W36qWnrCEj/vm-r1-serial.pipe
Reading symbols from /lib64/ld-linux-x86-64.so.2...(no debugging symbols found)...done.
Loaded symbols for /lib64/ld-linux-x86-64.so.2
0x00007ffff7dddaf0 in ?? () from /lib64/ld-linux-x86-64.so.2
(gdb)

Demo For a demo, have a look at the following video (it is also available as an Ogg Theora video).
<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/xuglsg" width="480"></iframe>
  1. stdio is configured such that signals are not enabled. KVM won t stop when receiving SIGINT. This is important for the usage we want to have.
  2. Therefore, it is not possible to mound a fresh /proc on top of the existing one. I have searched a bit but didn t find why. Any comments on this is welcome.

15 December 2011

Martin F. Krafft: The rating agencies' circus

This is not about any real or alleged might of (private) rating agencies you know, the ones roughening up the financial markets these days. Given the recent influx of news about downgrades of banks and nations, I simply start to wonder what will happen when the triple-A category empties out (which it will the last few nations will be ejected as a consequence of currency explosions (CHF) and forced bailouts of others (EU). Will the whole circus start anew? And if so, why do we even pay any attention?? Gosh do I wish that people started to form their own opinions again. NP: Fila Brazillia: Power Clown

16 September 2011

John Goerzen: Mexico Part 5: Food, Restaurants, and Dueling Karaoke Guys

The fifth in a series; see also parts 1, 2, 3, and 4. One piece of advice we got in Mexico went like this: the nicer a place looks, the worse the food and prices will be. Roadside taco stands will be great, and nice-looking restaurants not so much. That seemed to be accurate. We only tried one real nice-looking restaurant and it was very good (though pricy), but it may have been sort of an exception. But perhaps the most interesting bit about eating in Mexico wasn t the food. It s the adventure. We ate one day at Guadalajara s San Juan de Dios market. In that huge labyrinth somewhere was a set of restaurants. They d tend to have a small cooking area, usually just open, and a few tables. We chose one. And at this point, I have to take brief detour and explain something. There are a lot of people in Mexico that do things for tips, and quite often without being asked. Some other examples might be washing a car s windshield at a stoplight. So anyhow, we had ordered our food, and before long, a guy wanders down the aisle and plonks down a boombox. And turns it on. And then he pulled out a microphone, which we quite soon realized was connected to the boombox. (I guess making it more of a karaoke box.) Anyhow, he started singing a song decently and seemed to be enjoying it. About 45 seconds into it, a competing boombox man plonked down a competing boombox 25 feet away, turned it on, and yes, you guessed it pulled out a microphone and started singing a different song. Worse than the first person but louder. Eventually the boombox people left and our lunchtime conversation could resume. But pretty soon a drum guy showed up. He had a bunch of drums on a strap so he could just walk around and play them. He apparently decided that an excellent place to play them would be directly behind my head. I did not entirely agree with his decision, but hey, it beat the competing karaoke guys. Eventually the drum guy left, and somehow between the time I looked down to get out money to pay our bill and the time I had it counted out, a clown had shown up and made several balloon animals for our boys. I tipped him, we paid, and then headed on. You might think from this story that this would be an annoying series of events. And honestly, if it had happened in a big mall in the USA, it would probably have been both annoying and creepy. But really I enjoyed it. The fact that dueling karaoke happened, despite sounding really awful, was pretty funny and really seeing this whole parade of people was interesting too. It made American restaurants seem a little boring. You always know what s going to happen here (and if something surprising does happen, the place probably gets a bad review on Yelp.) Interesting things sometimes happen at mealtimes in Mexico and I like it that way. I had a torta ahogada (drowned sandwich) at that restaurant. And at this point, another brief aside. I m the kind of person that can go to an average American restaurant, see items on the menu helpfully indicated as spicy, order one, and genuinely wonder if other people would find them spicy, because I either don t notice spiciness at all, or maybe notice a tiny bit if I concentrate really hard. Others, meanwhile, might take a bite and lunge for the water. Having said that, I know people that lived in Thailand for awhile and I have nowhere near their tolerance for spiciness. So, having been in Mexico a whole 24 hours or so, I decided not to follow Jonathan s wise lead in ordering a torta with the spicy sauce on the side. I figured I hadn t had anything spicy yet, so maybe this was would be nice and mild for me. Via Jonathan s translation, I ordered it with the spicy sauce. I believe the phrase I heard him use was con chile . The waitress looked at me, gave me an amused the American is ordering it con chile? Hahaha . sort of smile, and went off. Pretty soon our food arrived. (The food always seems to arrive pretty soon in Mexico, by the way.) Oliver was having a bit of a culture shock that day, and mostly refusing to eat (once hunger got the best of him later, he really enjoyed Mexican food.) But the rest of us dug in, including me. I enjoyed my torta. It was spicy, but not too bad. I took some big bites (it was, after all, a thick sandwich) and was really enjoying it. For about a minute. Slowest-acting spiciness I ve had in awhile. Then it hit me. Spiciness, and lots of it. I took a big gulp of my horchata (a creamy sweet rice drink that I found at many restaurants). That helped. A little. I really liked the torta and ate it, but it wouldn t surprise me if the waitress noticed how extremely quickly a drank my horchata Another interesting experience was in Guanajuato. It was raining as we walked towards the Guanajuato market. Their market was large and similar in concept to the Guadalajara one, though a lot smaller. The restaurants were all in a row, in a side of the building that was open to the outside. Most were on the ground level but it looked like a restaurant or two were upstairs. As we approached, all of a sudden people were yelling at us. First it was a guy on the second story, then pretty soon people at the restaurants on the first floor did so as well. They were yelling rapidly in Spanish, waving their menus around in the air. I m imagining they were naming foods they sold or reasons to eat there, but I don t know enough Spanish to know. As we walked down the long row of restaurants, the ones we left behind would quiet down in disgust and other hopeful restaurant owners would take up the yelling and waving cause. I imagine if we did some time-lapse videography and walked up and down that row, we could produce an effect not unlike the sound of a dot-matrix printer going back and forth on the page. Anyhow, we selected one of the quieter restaurants pretty much random. The others then quieted down until another person chanced to walk past at which point it would get loud again. The lunch there was good but I think I mainly will remember it for the selection process! On our way into Guanajuato, we stopped at a wonderful roadside taco place. In typical fashion, they had a large vertical pork thing (I don t know the proper word for it) from which they would carve off meat on the spot anytime someone ordered something with pastor. We found a table. And we ordered a few tacos and such. They were usually a few pesos each (working out to less than a dollar), small round things on a soft tortilla, with meat, cilantro, and onion on top. And typically delicious. They had very little in common with an American taco . We d often order a few, and if we wanted more, just order more. They were made quickly enough for that. Tacos were very similar from one restaurant to the next. My favorite flavors were pastor (pork), chorizo (sausage), and bistec (beef steak). A restaurant in Guadalajara sadly I ve forgotten its name, since we kept calling it the potato place had what I might call a Mexican version of the loaded baked potato, with a meat, queso (cheese), a delicious sauce with a flavor unlike anything I d had before, and some garnish. But really my favorite thing from that restaurant was their amazing juices. I am not much of a juice drinker normally, but in Mexico I went for them whenever they were offered. What passes as fruit juice in the USA has about as much resemblance to a real Mexican fruit juice as Taco Bell has to a real Mexican taco stand. (Very little, in case that wasn t crystal clear.) That particular restaurant offered three types of juices, which were, if I m remembering right, aguas, frescas, and jugos. I has a jugo verde (green juice) on the first visit there. It was good, but the one I can still remember was called, I think, the fresa fresca (fresh strawberry juice). And it was incredible. I m not sure how to describe it, other than real. One observation before I end. It seemed a common thread at some Mexican roadside taco stands to not have soap in their restrooms. Instead there would be a plastic cup holding I kid you not powder-form Tide laundry detergent. It was amusing anyhow. My hands left those places extremely soft and smelling like laundry. One of the last restaurants we visited on our trip was in Ajijic, near the Chapala lake. It was actually right on the lake and served seafood. This was the only restaurant with prices as high as I d be used to in the United States. I ordered a stew served in a stone bowl. It came out sizzling, and since the very thick stone bowl retains heat well, it kept sizzling the entire time I was eating. It was excellent as usual. Coming up in part 6: some thoughts on returning to the United States, our decision to visit, communication, and tips for anyone else considering a first visit to Mexico.

7 July 2010

Clint Adams: Lack of proper shame

Some time ago, someone posted to a development mailing list about a piece of code, Cc:ing some people who had modified the code in recent past. Within hours, the original author replied to complain about not being Cc'd. Several thoughts went through my mind: This is Free Software, and people are motivated by all kinds of factors. Some bad reasons include Looking at it through an Open Source lens, all these bad reasons are good reasons. For whatever motives, people are getting work done and accomplishing things. Of course, there are always an irritating number of hangers-on, and people who do not actually achieve much but are filled with such self-importance that they believe they deserve to be highly influential through sheer force of will, and the majority of the Community will concede this influence to them due to a variety of flaws in the Human Condition, but I digress. It would be nice if everyone had motives that were pure and good, especially since at least 90% of problems in Free Software projects are due to ego issues, but when the world works, the world works. So I am happy to get code contributions for whatever reason (assuming there are no strings attached). The problem I have is when people insist that their bad reasons are legitimate and should be catered to and accommodated by others.

17 May 2009

Gunnar Wolf: Politicians time once again

It is time for stupid, empty politicians slogans once again in my dear country. And, as always, while we had lively, controversial presidential elections three years ago (and I won't rant this time on why so many Mexicans still believe the current president can only be called a de facto president), the mid-term elections... Fail to get any attention and cause only bored reactions. I am writing today mostly because I stumbled upon Francisco's post on why the Mexican Ecologist Green Party (PVEM) campaign does not impress him. As many, many other people with strong political opinions I know, I will go to the voting booth next July 5th, as I have done every time since I was of age - But I will most probably void my ballot, as I have found nobody worth my vote. And even if I am (and have always been) a leftist person, none of the four so-called leftist parties inspire the smallest bit of confidence. But hell, even the rightist or centrist parties fail to inspire confidence to their voters - After the 2006 electoral fiasco, we got a political system nobody believes in. And all analysts seem to concur that we moved from the most complete presidential regime to an utter partidocracy, where all of the (strong enough) parties cover each other's back not to lose the respective privileges (largely, money, but also law-making faculties and influence, which of course translates to impunity). Worth a very special mention is the crown jewel of political clowns in Mexico - PVEM, the Mexican Ecologist Green Party. A party that gets the gold medal for the most corrupt in our country (which is no small feat). A party where the National Party Presidents to date have only been father and son. And it is alarming because it is the only party apparently gathering more voters than they had before. But also, because of its utter pragmatism and lack of respect for anything they might once have stood for. I still remember on the 1994 elections, the first time they participated in general elections, their slogan was don't vote for a politician Vote for an ecologist... Little did the society know by then they were worse off than our oft-hated politicians. Can you imagine a so-called ecologist party that is expelled of the Global Greens as its behaviour is completely antithetical to anything a green party stands for? A party that promotes reinstating the death penalty (which was abolished from our Constitution, after decades of not being applied, less than a decade ago)? Or they say that, if a given medicine is not available at the Social Security hospitals, the government should pay the citizen so he can go and buy it at a drug store? (of course, if a needed medicine is not available at the Social Security it is most probably because the government is underfunded, not because the lazy administrators don't want to buy the medicines. And yes, with those two retrograde, stupid and -thankfully- completely unfeasible promises they have doubled their probable voters outcome in the past couple of months. The campaigns are only officially starting now. They are all really pathetic. A voter turnout of ~30% is expected. But yes, I am a politized person and just cannot help inviting everybody who has the right to go and vote. If there is somebody worth voting for in your district, please vote for him/her. However... Together with many people I admire, together with many of my friends, together with the people who still believe it is possible to make something out of this forsaken country's politic system... I invite you to void your ballots. Hopefully they will be enough so they must be heard this time.

12 September 2008

Joerg Jaspert: It's name is [meme]

Yay. A Meme. And I have a bad enough headache to write something… My own machine set uses something from the Babylon5 series, so I have delenn (laptop), vorlon (desktop) (Yes, contrary to common believe it is not named after that prior Release Manager of Debian :)), sheridan/vir/kosh/lyta/morden (various servers). More interesting is the naming scheme i took for DebConf hosts: Characters from the Simpsons, but the names have to make some kind of sense with the function of the machine. And names from members of the Simpsons family are forbidden and to be used for machines directly at a DebConf venue only. Some of the names we use are cmburns, smithers, apu, skinner, quimby, wiggum, herb, krabappel, horatio, cletus, kent, krusty. Look for the TXT records to know who it is, all of them have one. Finding out why the hosts carry those names is left as an excercise to the reader, except for two to demonstrate the twisted brain you need to get it :) At work it is extremely boring, descriptive names for the function. Like mail1, mail2, etc.
Oh, and also, lets shoot madduck. Comments: 1

15 June 2008

Clint Adams: Grapes and honeydew

I'm in Manitoba, drinking port and eating Jarlsberg and fontina. This is not a pleasant combination, yet I have no intention of aborting the mission. Robert DeNiro is wearing a rubber fat suit and shouting belligerently about carpentry. I still have never been to Winnipeg. Throughout the years, people have informed me that various animals are unable to swim. In the first Diplomacy game I ever played, it was frequently mentioned that sheep cannot swim. At the Parade of the Flailing Clowns, it was observed that chimps cannot swim. The chimpanzee cannot swim, apparently, because of a total lack of body fat. That's right; chimps have absolutely 0 body fat. Not a single gram. Tell someone obsessed with eating low-fat meat this factoid. You shall observe an order for potted chimp meat being placed immediately. On the other hand, if you point out that goat is lower in fat than chicken, this person will appear nonplussed, and continue to maintain the same diet, because even though goat is a leaner meat, it is red meat and therefore higher in fat than chicken, which is higher in fat than goat. You can witness the same sort of behavior when pointing out the farmed nature of farm-raised fish to a free-ranger. There is a classification for this kind of interplay between faith, logic, and rationality. It is either insanity or religion; I forget the difference.

25 February 2008

Matthew Palmer: IEEE, Thou Art Clowns

Ever since I started University, I've been a member of the Institution of Electrical and Electronic Engineers. Although I don't really do what you would call "Engineering" any more, I like to read the IEEE Spectrum magazine and some of the Computer society journals are quite relevant to what I do. However, this year the IEEE have produced what is, without a doubt, one of the most shithouse online ordering systems I have ever had the misfortune of trying to use. To start with, if you happen to go to the account login screen with cookies disabled, you get a page that is utterly blank. I've seen a lot of ways to fail to handle cookies, but I think the completely blank page is a first for me. Once you work out what's going on and log in, you're presented with a long and painful journey through a series of "checkout" pages, mostly alike. I think I got presented with my list of journals about four times. After navigating that pest, it comes up with this little gem when you start the credit card processing step: To Back, or Not To Back Then, every time you input practically anything into the form, it does a Javascript submit and does things to the form. For example, when you enter your credit card number, you get a form back that has blanked out all but the last four digits of the card number. OK, a little dumb, but not spectacularly so. Although, when you're a quick typist and have filled in the next three fields while the web browser was playing footsie with the slow-as-molasses web server, only to have that data wiped out when the page refreshes, is a bit of a pest. Far more annoying is when you start entering your address "for verification purposes". Here, you get a form resubmit every time, presumably to update the form based on (for example) your selected country, but not a lot changes. Even though I picked Australia, I still got a pull-down with all of the the US states in it. You could short-circuit all this with the "choose existing address" option, except that (despite me being logged in) my existing addresses aren't in a select box, but in a separate pop-up window (which didn't actually display anything after all). In short, the IEEE's online renewal system is a disgrace, and is an embarrassment to what is purportedly a technical organisation.

30 July 2007

David Moreno Garza: I am. Are you?

You really have to be a fucking son of a bitch for living in a world where you go out and see everyday’s people living on extreme poorness, unfairness all over the place, six year-olds performing like clowns on red stops and your fellow compatriots dying on the streets, among hundreds of all other kinds of shit happening. You really have to be one when, after all of that, you finally arrive and seat on your so comfortable chair and start blogging, working with free software or playing a movie on your iPod. We are all so cynic, and I’m particularly bitter. [ UPDATE: abrotman also pointed me to the term hypocrite. Yes. ]

29 July 2007

Erinn Clark: web 2.0 is full of scary clowns

Because of the social networking and needing-to-be-registered of it all, I had to sign up for another website to keep track of one of my friends' goingses-onses. The sign-up process reminded me of a circus freakshow of the "Step on inside -- if you dare! And buy a bottle of our snake oil!" (insert knowing, taunting laugh) variety. Tell me how PUMPED you feel after reading the comments they added after I filled in the various fields:

Email address: Nicely put!
First name: So that's what they call you!
Last name: Classy last name, I have to admit!
Username: Creative!
I agree to the Terms of Service: ...I dare you to un-click that!
End of registration: To make sure you're as awesome as you claim, please visit your email's inbox for our verification email (I'm positive that more exclamation points were ejaculated all over my screen at this point but I closed the window too quickly to be sure.)
Activation confirmation emancipation proclamation: Wonderful, the hardest part is now over! Time to Enjoy! (With a capital E!!!!)
It might as well have been written by Dr. Bronner himself:

Email address: Godliness!
First name: If I'm not for me, who am I? Nobody!
Last name: Enlarge the positive!
Username: WE'RE ONE! ALL-ONE! EXCEPTIONS ETERNALLY? NONE! ABSOLUTE NONE!
I agree to the Terms of Service: Warning! Keep Out of Eyes! Wash Out with Water! Don't Drink Soap! Dilute! Dilute! or Wet Skin Well!
End of registration: Whatever unites mankind is better than whatever divides us!
Activation confirmation ALL-ONE! clean sensation: WELCOME TO SPACESHIP EARTH!!

2 February 2007

Evan Prodromou: 13 Pluvi se CCXV

I spent most of the day yesterday travelling from Montreal to Portland for RecentChangesCamp 2007. I got a pretty decent last-minute ticket with flyer miles from Aeroplan, but the flight took me through Washington (D.C.) which was probably 2-3 hours out of my way. The first leg of the flight was great -- one of those nice puddle-jumpers with leather seats and lots of legroom. I got into Dulles and had time for an impressive (for airport food) pair of crabcakes at the Tidewater bar and restaurant. I shared a table with Mary Beth from Albany (New York), who was en route to Beijing to adopt a 1-year-old baby girl. We had a pretty good talk. The second leg was brutal, though. It was three big guys in a three-seat row on a crowded 6-hour flight. (Just before they closed the doors, the guy in the aisle seat scooted over to an open seat in the adjacent row. We all laughed at dodging the bullet of having to sit on top of each other... then the family who had those seats made a last-minute rush for the plane, and aisle-guy moved back to Elbonia with us. We sat in sullen silence for the rest of the flight. Gar.) I managed to distract myself by reading The Good Earth and watching Marie Antoinette (2006 film), which was actually really good. I'd heard about the soundtrack -- New Wave -- and thought it'd be an anachronistic distraction from the period, but it turned out to fit very well. Between the two I managed to keep myself from going insane. I got a nice Mazda 6 from Hertz at the airport and after missing the 84 turn-off and driving 20 miles out of my way (and back again) I got to my hotel for the weekend. The Jupiter Hotel is a remodeled cheap-o motel on Portland's hip East Side. The rooms have been stripped of their clown paintings, fly-specked wallpaper and floral-print bedspreads, and replaced with a spare, pleasant d cor reminiscent of a smart European DJ lounge or an Ikea catalog. Free Wi-Fi, full-length chalkboards on the doors for doodlers, organic soaps and shampoo. French press for morning coffee. Branded jimmy-hat with a big J on it next to the bed. Isn't that sweet? The place reminds me a bit of boutique hotels like the Hotel Palomar in San Francisco, but it doesn't quite have the full high-end feel. After all, if you look at it through squinty eyes, the room is a cinder-block motel cell, and the nice look doesn't quite hide that. But a regular room rate starting at $79/night is hard to beat. There's an outdoor fireplace, pleasant grounds, and lots of bare hewn logs around the lot. The adjacent Doug Fir Lounge has impressively medium-name music acts and a really nice post-modern ski-lodge look. I'm a bit worried about noise tonight (the complimentary earplugs in the bedstand have be concerned), but my room is waaaay in the back of the lot, away from the lounge, so hopefully it won't be too bad. The Doug Fir also has a restaurant, and I'm sitting there right now writing this entry. I just had a very tasty smoked-salmon eggs benedict (b n dictine, for you Montrealers out there), and once I finish this sentence and my surprisingly decent decaf, I'm off for RCC07. tags:

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