Thursday, April 27, 2017

Batrachian Bings

Our pond at work is a sexy, sexy place, and the toads in the ponds are singing their seductive songs, a bunch of batrachian Bing Crosbys crooning their little amphibian hearts out. I managed to spy this sizable specimen heading off to the aquatic orgy:




In a couple of months, the place will be overrun by loads and loads of tiny toads, which always makes me extremely happy.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Demme Dead

Today's bummer is the death of Jonathan Demme. My introduction to Mr Demme's oeuvre occurred in high school, when I went with a bunch of friends to see Stop Making Sense. We were all Talking Heads fans, but we weren't old enough to get into most venues that the band would play. The film was a great outing for a bunch of smart-aleck kids who were just on the cusp of their concertgoing years. The opening of the film, with the jittery, angular David Byre, practically lost in an iconic oversized suit, appeared on the stage alone, with an acoustic guitar and a 'boombox' which served as a visual shorthand for a rhythm track played through the soundboard. to play the paranoiac classic Psycho Killer:





The beauty of the film is that the band gradually assembles onstage, with Tina Weymouth being the first to join Mr Byrne for the song Heaven:





This incremental approach to taking the stage loans the documentary a certain sense of drama- this isn't a mundane music film, it's somewhat reminiscent of the 'assembling the team' scenes from The Seven Samurai, with David Byrne playing the Takashi Shimura role.

David Byrne remains the visual centerpiece for most of the film, with his eccentric movements and a jacket which threatens to engulf him. I particularly like his almost-martial performance of the song Swamp:





Another highlight of the film for me was the sublime This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody):





On the whole, Stop Making Sense is sheer perfection- the band was at the height of their powers, and Mr Demme showcased them to perfection. The one part of the movie where David Byrne cedes the center of attention is when he leaves the stage to allow bandmates to perform as the Tom Tom Club, with perennial New Wave crush Tina Weymouth taking center stage, and our hearts along with it:





Is it just me, or is her outfit definitely the inspiration for Daisy Ridley's 'Star Wars' outfit? Daisy, put four strings on that staff of yours, and join a band! Back to Stop Making Sense, this Byrne-less interlude gave the man enough time to put on his REALLY BIG SUIT, and take the stage- Mr Demme's direction for Girlfriend is Better being sheer perfection, as we initially see a looming shadow before the big reveal:





I could go on about Stop Making Sense for paragraphs... the film made such an impression on me. Of course, there's the rest of Mr Demme's filmography, from his directorial debut with the trash-auteur Roger Corman distributed Caged Heat to the horror-film-with-ambition Silence of the Lambs or black-comedy Married to the Mob, but it's Demme's ability to capture musicians' personalities as they perform which never ceased to amaze me. Here's Demme's video for New Order's The Perfect Kiss, which beautifully captures the band interfacing with their equipment:





I'm going to end this post with Jonathan Demme's film Storefront Hitchcock, who is one of my all-time favorite musicians. Here's Uncle Robyn playing the gorgeous-though-melancholy Airscape:





Needless to say, I have been a fan of Jonathan Demme since before I could legally drive. It was nice to think that this accomplished person had tastes similar to mine, producing art which showcased some of my favorite performers. His political views also tended to align with mine- he was a champion of human rights. In all, he was a remarkable spirit, and I know I will miss his continuing artistic endeavors.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Everything Is Political

Today, I attended the annual all-staff meeting at work. It's always a nice event, most of our staff is made up of part-time, seasonal workers, so the meeting is a really sweet reunion. After working nights and weekends all winter without seeing too many people, catching up is a lot of fun. I also had a good long talk with my new supervisor (my old supervisor retired on April 14th). I let him know about a couple of things that I am concerned about, and we made arrangements for him to stop by at night and see what my typical work experience is. We get along well, and he is 'on the same page' about certain projects I suggested.

There was an undercurrent of uncertainty, though... we are an educational not-for-profit and we have $960,000 in grant money from the National Endowment for the Humanities and the Institute of Museum and Library Services. With a regime hostile to the NEH and the NEA, this funding may disappear, putting us in the hurtbox.

I don't mention my employer by name on the blog, but I love to bring visitors to our sites when they come to the NY metro area. For instance, I have taken Major Kong to visit while he was on a delivery run. The mission of the organization is important, the values the organization espouses align with my values. Our President noted the challenges we may be facing, and told us that we weren't alone in the fight, then he urged us to call our congressional reps. He noted that Kirsten Gillibrand and Louise Slaughter are very supportive on the arts and the humanities. It was the first time that he has ever been explicitly political, but the political has become personal, and we, like many others, are fighting for our lives.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

What Do We Want? SCIENCE!

Yesterday was a great day- I took a vacation day and headed down to the NYC March for Science. I met up with
Yastreblyansky (nice to put a face to the name) at 65th and Broadway and we had to walk up to 68th St to queue up for the march due to the number of attendees. The crowd was amazing- there were a lot of really smart people, a lot of kids were in attendance with their parents and teachers. The signs were awesome, a lot of them played on Pi and the square root of negative one. Many signs, including my own, played on the whole 'Alternative Facts' dope-trope. Another popular theme was 'small hands can't grasp big facts'. One woman had a heart-wrenching sign... eight years of primary school, four years of high school, four years undergraduate college, seven years of graduate school, four years post-doc, under one year to take it away.

It was a coldish, rainy day- my sign started soaking up water before we hit Times Square- but spirits were high. It was fun meeting physicists and psychologists, and school kids, all of whom were advocating for funding science and for basing public policy on evidence-based science. There were a couple of places where the crowd started booing- passing a 9/11 'Truther' and passing the The Trump International Hotel and Tower in Columbus Circle. The march ended in Times Square, where, by happy coincidence, a samba group was drumming. The overall vibe in the Broadway pedestrian plaza was festive. I ran into Secret Science diva Dorian Devins, along with her fantastic husband and a couple of other SSC regulars. I also ran into the awesome scientist/adventurer Dr Evon Hekkala, her fantastic husband, and their lovely children. I had a great conversation with some folks from Jersey who had met at the NYC Women's March and were continuing their resistance activities (nevertheless, they persisted). I also ran into an alumnus from my Prestigious Bastion of Prestige who had graduated a few years ahead of my enrollment, but we had several biology professors in common. We must have spent an hour shooting the breeze about the teachers we had in common, about current mutual acquaintances. He hinted to me that Morbid Anatomy might be rising, Phoenix-like, from the ashes.

Finally, around 3PM, I decided that, in desperate need of a piss-break, I would retreat to the shelter of a tavern. After a warming shot of Tullamore Dew, I was fortified for the subway ride back to the Bronx- I passed small groups from the march and we greeted each other warmly. I walked all the back to Columbus Circle, and there were a bunch of Fordham University students hanging out outside the subway station. We shouted one of the slogans from the march:

WHAT DO WE WANT?
SCIENCE!
WHEN DO WE WANT IT?
AFTER PEER REVIEW!

Thursday, April 20, 2017

FOR SCIENCE!

This Saturday, I am planning on attending the NYC March for Science, so I registered tonight. My great and good friends at the Secret Science Club are planning on attending, though I imagine that any attempt to organize a group ahead of time would be like herding cats. Suffice it to say, the rally starts at 10:30AM at Central Park West and 62nd St, so any of the SSC regulars can rally there.

Longtime readers will know of my love for science, and my feeble layperson's attempts to promote it. It's time to put my moxie where my mouth is and to step up for evidence-based policy. If you are in the NY Metro Area, and are planning on attending, please let me know. I'll be the guy who looks a lot like the profile picture at the right, so I won't be that hard to find.

And on a lighter note, here's a whimsical number from nerd-approved They Might Be Giants:





That might be considered an unofficial theme song for the march.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Secret Science Club Post-Lecture Recap: Black Holes, Quantum Mechanics, and String Theory

Last night, I headed down to the beautiful Bell House in the Gowanus section of Brooklyn for this month's Secret Science Club lecture featuring physicist Dr Robbert Dijkgraaf, former president of the Royal Netherlands Academy of Arts and Sciences and director of the Institute for Advanced Studies. Dr Dijkgraaf lectured on the narrow topic of 'basic questions about space and time'.

For a long time, scientists believed that space was infinite and rigid, and that time flows universally on... the universe was the perfect stage on which humans could act. Einstein came onto the stage in the early 20th century and posited that time was merely a 4th dimension, and that space and time were actually unified- spacetime. Dr Dijkgraaf then displayed an animation of a 4-dimensional cube being rotated, similar to this video, noting that this is actually a 2-dimensional rendition of a 4-dimensional cube being rotated. He noted that, the retina being flat, the eye doesn't see in three dimensions, but the brain fills in the third dimension when the image is interpreted. Dr Dijkgraaf joked about a colleague who, on seeing a representation of a 4th dimension hypercube casting a shadow onto the third dimension, commented, "It's more simple to see in five dimensions."

Dr Dijkgraaf compared spacetime to a roll of film, with each particular instant being a frame- he displayed a video of two particles moving through spacetime, then displayed an image of the video broken down into a stack of frames, so that the image of the particles' motion appeared as two strands- he noted that everything happens at once in spacetime. He then joked that every formula should fit on a T-shirt, using Einstein's E = mc2 as an example. The equal sign in the formula connects the two sides of the equation, connecting two different worlds- in the Energy/Mass equivalence formula, energy and mass are 'talking to each other'- a small amount of mass can be converted into a vast amount of energy. Walking across the stage, Dr Dijkgraaf noted that he weights more as he moves across the stage (about one millionth more) than he does while he is standing still. He then displayed an image of Einstein's Field Equations:




He noted that, according to General Relativity, mass tells spacetime how to curve and that spacetime tells mass how to move.

Dr Dijkgraaf then presented a basic history of the Theory of General Relativity, noting that Arthur Eddington's 1919 observation of a total solar eclipse (PDF) offered proof that light was deflected by gravity- the stars behind the sun were visible due to this deflection. Einstein quickly became famous after this proof of his Theory of General Relativity, though communications were fairly slow in those days. Dutch physicist Hendrik Lorentz acted as the intermediarycommunications-relay between Eddington and Einstein. The NY Times responded to the news with a whimsical headline:




Einstein was hailed as a 'new giant in world history' in the German press.


Einstein's calculations indicated that the universe is not static, but is expanding. At one stage, the universe was smaller, perhaps even a mere point. Einstein believed in a static universe, and added a cosmological constant to his equations in order to achieve a static universe. Urban legend has Einstein labeling the cosmological constant as his 'biggest blunder'. The model of an expanding universe was first proposed by Belgian priest and astrophysicist Georges Lemaître, who pioneered the Big Bang theory with his model of a 'primeval atom' or 'cosmic egg'. Edwin Hubble observing a redshift in light from distant galaxies, proved that space is expanding. In 1965, engineers Arno Penzias and Robert Woodrow Wilson accidentally discovered the cosmic microwave background radiation as they adjusted a radio telescope. Dr Dijkgraaf joked that the engineers had scooped the physicists, who were working on the problem of finding evidence for the Big Bang. The immediate post Big Bang period is known as First Light... and for people familiar with the old broadcast televisions, about 1% of TV static was due to radiation from the Big Bang.

In 2003, the WMAP satellite created an image of the cosmic microwave background radiation, an image refined by the Planck spacecraft. Dr Dijkgraaf likened the image of the 300,000 year old universe (from 13.8 billion years ago) to the universe's 'baby photo':




Dr Dijkgraaf noted that instruments cannot 'see' farther than the pointillist painting obtained by WMAP and Planck.

After the Big Bang, matter condensed, stars formed, and galaxies coalesced- the cosmic evolution started to be pieced together in the last one-hundred years, and a different history of the universe is being written. There are unknown facts, but the cosmologists know what they don't know. Dark matter is one mystery, it comprises five times the mass of baryonic matter... Dr Dijkgraaf stated that 'transparent matter' might have been a better name for the stuff. He likened dark matter to a Christmas tree, with the baryonic matter being the lights. Dark energy is the name proposed for the force which causes the increasing rate of expansion of the universe, the force in empty space which pushes the universe apart. Between dark matter and dark energy, 96% of the universe is 'missing', only 4% is known to us. Dr Dijkgraaf noted that other scientific fields work with a lot of 'dark knowledge'- for instance, paleontologists have to reconstruct evolutionary relationships with a fossil record that has huge gaps.

The topic of the lecture then shifted to black holes. There are two broad categories of black holes- stellar black holes are extinct stars which collapse under their own gravity while galactic black holes, also known as supermassive black holes, have a mass of millions or billions of stars. These galactic black holes spew vast radiotion plumes as gigantic, violent explosions constantly occur on their periphery. Stars in the galactic center revolve around the galactic black hole in elliptical orbits. A proposed Event Horizon Telescope would look into the center of the galaxy to obtain more information about the conditions around the black hole in the the galactic center.

Dr Dijkgraaf also noted the discovery of gravitational waves by the Laser Interferometer Gravitational Wave Observatory- this gravitational wave detector observed small waves which probably resulted from the interaction of binary black holes merging into one larger object. The LIGO is sensitive enough to measure the gravitic effects of an overhead cloud- Dr Dijkgraaf joked about 'lying on your back, feeling uplifted'.

A collision between two black holes detected in September 2015, which occurred over 1.3 billion years ago, resulted in the most violent explosion ever measured, a cataclysm which released more energy than that released by the entire visible universe.

Dr Dijkgraaf then shifted the topic of the lecture to particle physics and the Standard Model. He displayed a diagram of the years from concept to discovery:




Looking at the scant duration between theorizing about the existence of the muon and it's discovery, he noted that the joke concerning the discovery was, "Who ordered this?" The Higgs Boson took five decades to find. Peter Higgs, 86 years old when the discovery was made, stated that he was happy that the boson which bears his name was discovered during his lifetime. In contrast, it took a century between Einstein's proposal about gravitational waves and their discovery. Dr Dijkgraaf noted that science is a relay race, and that researches must pass the baton on to their successors.

Black holes took a longer time to discover- in the 18th Century, John Michell proposed the existence of stars with gravitational forces which were so powerful that light could not escape. In terms of mass, if the earth were compressed to the point where its gravitational field was so strong that light couldn't escape, it would be a mass two centimeters in diameter. In 1939, Robert J. Oppenheimer and Hartland Snyder described how a collapsing mass, such as a star collapsing under its own weight, could form a black hole. The black hole itself can be likened to a gravitational singularity, the boundaries of a black hole are known as the event horizon. An object within the event horizon is doomed. Dr Dijkgraaf noted that, if our sun collapsed into a black hole, it would have an event horizon three kilometers in diameter, which he jokingly described as 'Brooklyn sized'.

Time inside the event horizon flows differently, possibly stopping altogether. If the Big Bang represents time's beginning, black holes represent an end of time. The term black hole was coined by John Wheeler, who noted that black holes were a paradox- the laws of physics that we know break down. Nevertheless, the universe works, and we need to formulate a new theoretical framework. Originally, Einstein did not like the Big Bang and black holes, preferring a static universe, but he changed his mind as new evidence accumulated. Dr Dijkgraaf quipped, 'Sometimes, a theory is smarter than its discoverer.'

The topic then shifted to quantum theory- Dr Dijkgraaf posed the question, 'Why is every electron the same, does Nature have a perfect electron factory?' Richard Feynman recounted a telephone call from John Wheeler on this subject:

I received a telephone call one day at the graduate college at Princeton from Professor Wheeler, in which he said, "Feynman, I know why all electrons have the same charge and the same mass" "Why?" "Because, they are all the same electron!"

Dr Dijkgraaf asked us to consider an electron moving up and down through spacetime, making copies of itself and weaving a Big Knot- is the result many particles, or are they all the same? Richard Feynman drew diagrams representing the behavior of particles, showing the splitting and recombination of particles. The Feynman diagrams even graced the family van. In quantum mechanics, there is one edict- 'Everything which is allowed is obligatory, everything which can happen will happen.' The duplication of particles through quantum mechanics might form an explanation for dark energy.

The Planck length (×10-35 meter range) represents the size of the tiny 'pixels' which make up the universe, while the Hubble Scale (×1025 meter range) represents the size of the universe. About smack dab in the middle we find the scale at which life is organized (×10-5 meter range). The hot Big Bang was preceded by a period of rapid expansion of space known as the Cosmic Inflation Period. The classical density perturbations, the small disturbances at the quantum level, determined the large structure of the universe... the very small determines the structure of the very big. Dr Dijkgaard quipped that empty space is an exciting subject, and that more money should be dedicated to the study of Nothing.

Thermal energy, known as Hawking radiation is expected to be emitted from the event horizon of a black hole- two particles are thought to be produced at the event horizon, one which cannot escape and one of which is liberated due to quantum mechanics. Dr Dijkgraaf paused in the lecture to joke, 'What is the sound before the Big Bang? Oh, shit!" He noted that black holes are the most mysterious objects that we are aware of... they are the most complex objects, the objects which collect the most 'information'.

This formed Dr Dijkgraaf's shift into string theory and the role of black holes in string theory. He brought up such topics as AdS/CFT correspondence and the holographic principle, noting that a 'holographic universe' can be projected on black holes because of the physics that occurs on the event horizon. Space can warm and time can wrap. The visible universe can be explained by the interaction of light and matter, but the interactions are complicated and chaotic. The basic building blocks of the universe, though, are simple. Particle physicists see simplicity, but complexity can be seen in the interaction of molecules in a glass of water. Hydrodynamics and thermodynamics are emergent properties... the laws that regulate spacetime might emerge from something more simple, perhaps pure information acting as a matrix.

In the Q&A, some bastard in the audience asked the good doctor to comment on this recent model calling into question the role of dark energy. He responded that physics is an ever-changing field and that, ten years from now, the entire model might be different due to refinements and new observations, though it must be noted that Einstein was usually correct. In response to another question, Dr Dijkgraaf recounted an amusing family anecdote- his son asked him, 'What happened before the Big Bang?' He replied, 'That's what Daddy is working on.' The next day, his son asked, 'And?'

All in all, Dr Dijkgraaf delivered a great lecture- it was a combination of grand overview of physics and mind-bending string theory that I really need to read up on more. He is an engaging, informative lecturer who has a huge following online... if you can read Nederlandish, he has a lot of material. Once again, the Secret Science Club dished up a fantastic lecture- kudos to Dr Dijkgraaf, Dorian and Margaret, and the staff of the beautiful Bell House. I'll try to hunt down video links to illustrate these topics, but right now I have to run out for a second night of beer-drinking in a row. It's bar trivia night, and what better way to celebrate Useless Knowledge is there?

Monday, April 17, 2017

Hothead's 'Holiday'

It's been interesting to see advertisers bailing on Billo after the latest round of sexual harassment allegations. Seeing as his audience is a bunch of sexist regressive types, it's no surprise that ratings for his show are healthy, even as O'Reilly takes a vacation while the shitstorm rages.

If I had to guess O'Reilly's vacation destination, I would suspect that he would relive his glory days by visiting the Falklands war zone (hey, he could have contracted cirrhosis of the liver from those fine Argentine wines). My real motivation for joking about O'Reilly traveling to Las Malvinas is that it's a perfect excuse to post the video of one of my all-time favorite anti-war, anti-corporate media, and anti-government manipulation songs, the New Model Army's blistering Spirit of the Falklands:





The natives are restless tonight, sir
Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight
They need some kind of distraction
We can give them that
'Cause they'd kill if they only had something to kill for
They'd die if they only had something to die for
They'd cheer if they only had something to cheer for
We can give them that



Oh, yeah, Billo gave them that... with any luck, his career of giving them that will soon be over.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Happy Easter!

Here's wishing all of my readers a happy and healthy Easter. I always loved the Easter holiday, because it signals the promise of Spring, with all that it entails. The daffodils and crocuses are in full bloom, the warm-weather birds have come back, my delicious stinging nettles are finally ready to be collected. Everything is coming awake... the toads are singing their love songs. I even saw one of our resident bullfrogs in the pond.

Today has been uncharacteristically warm (85F, 29.4C), so in accordance with recent Easter tradition, I had to yell at a couple who had jumped the fence at work. Seriously, people, there's a sign on the gate that says 'STAFF ONLY', can't you people read? There were a couple of folks in a picnic area adjacent to the parking lot... I have no problem with people on-site as long as they don't jump a fence and they know to clear off at sundown. I don't mind people looking for hidden Easter eggs, I do it myself, but they can do it in their own places.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Tax Day Post Rant

I know that tax returns are actually due on the 18th, but April 15th being the traditional tax day, I typically post about taxes, and my attitude toward them, this time of year. Ordinarily, I would post about how I don't mind paying my taxes, as I see them as the dues I pay to live in a club I call 'civil society'. This year, though, my attitude is different... somehow, something's changed. While I didn't attend any of the tax day protests (I decided to save my time off for next week's March for Science), I am pissed that the head kleptocrat hasn't released his tax returns.

Even more infuriating is the fact that he and his corrupt maladministration are hoovering up taxpayer dollars with their conflicts of interest. Even when the fucker in the White House is goofing off, he's dipping into the till. Ordinarily, I don't mind paying my taxes, but nothing is ordinary anymore.

Friday, April 14, 2017

Transit Travails

If there is one politician that I cannot stand, it's gotta be Chris Christie, I have been pointing out Christie's venality for years, starting with my contempt for his botching of a cross-Hudson rail tunnel. This month, Jersey's transit woes seemed to metastasize, with a couple of derailments, delays in track repairs, and in a grand finale of suckitude, a police-incident sparked stampede among pre-holiday weekend commuters waiting for already delayed trains.

New Jersey's transit system is a bleeping disaster. As much as I kvetch about subway delays and service changes involving slower shuttle bus travel, the New York Metropolitan Transit Authority has a fine track record when it comes to getting people from point A to point B. Of course, we don't have a governor who is hostile to infrastructure spending like that asshole in Jersey. Part of me would feel sorry for the Jerseyites stuck in Penn Station, a rathole if ever there was one, but these assholes sent Christie back to the governor's mansion knowing that he had no interest in commuters' concerns. Elect a particularly nasty, bullying authoritarian, don't expect things to work out well for you.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

I'm Concerned He's Got a War Boner

Two weeks, two countries, two bombings... Donald Trump's regime dropped a Massive Ordnance Air Blast bomb on a militant stronghold in Afghanistan. I have a concern that, after his missile attack on a Syrian airfield, Trump has developed a taste for the sort of violence that only the world's most powerful military can bring to bear on 'those who hate our freedom'... I'm especially worried that he's going to launch an attack on 30 Rockefeller Plaza to 'take out' his enemies.

Now that Trump has dropped the Mother of All Bombs, how does he escalate in order to pursue that 'splodey 'splosion' high? He's sending an 'armada' to North Korea's territorial waters... even though his description of this fighting force sounds really stupid: “We are sending an armada, very powerful. We have submarines, very powerful, far more powerful than the aircraft carrier.”

Will Trump try to outdo his MOAB assault? Time will tell, but the phrase 'Trump family atomics' is creeping me out... I live close enough to the New York Times headquarters to be within the fallout zone.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

A Part of Me Has Just Been Ripped

Another part of my childhood gone... J. Geils passed away. While Centerfold was a ubiquitous hit, I have to say that my personal favorite moment from the band was always the cynical-yet-hilarious Love Stinks, which is anchored by the late Mr Geils' crunchy guitar:





I'm also partial to Must of Got Lost, from the band's earlier, bluesier days- I always crack up when Peter Wolf shouts "Hey, Raputa the beauta, let me climb the ladder of your love!"





I always found the band to be humorous- their songs having a slightly warped comedic edge to them. As a snarky bastard, I heartily approved.


Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Neil Before Your Corporate Overlords

Watching the horrific video of the Doctor being forcefully, brutally removed from a United Airlines flight filled me with disgust. Here was a man who expected a modicum of decent treatment from the airline, but was beaten and ejected because the airline overbooked the flight he was on.

In light of Neil Gorsuch's dissent in a court decision regarding a trucker in danger of dying of hypothermia, I have to wonder if he would rule in favor of United Airlines should this passenger sue. In Gorsuch's world, does some random customer of a big corporation have a constitutional right not to be bloodied?

Pardon the lack of linkage... I'm dashing this one off quickly on my phone before heading out for recreational purposes.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Clever Girl

As I noted in my Saturday post, the Canada geese are breeding, so the site is overrun with aggressive geese, squabbling over prime nesting sites. Then there's this clever girl:




Her nest is built on one of the supports of a small bridge onsite- it's adjacent to a heavily-trafficked area, but there's a fence between her and the pedestrian walkway. If you didn't know she was there, you probably wouldn't notice her at all. Even more significantly, she's in an elevated spot with only one approach, safe from flood conditions and easily defended against predators:




As far as the local geese go, she's pretty sweet-natured, unlike this jerk. She's found a good spot to raise her family... she's a clever girl, which is appropriate for a maniraptoran dinosaur:





I wouldn't mess with her.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Lining His Pockets Shooting Off Rockets

In an infuriating yet predictable turn of events, Trump owns Raytheon stock, which rose after the missile attack on a Syrian airfield. Suddenly, I am getting flashbacks to Dick Cheney's profiteering from the Iraq War.

The entire raison d'etre of the Trump kleptadministration is to line the pockets of the Trump family and their cronies. There's no coherent foreign policy, unless it's one which funnels billions into offshore bank accounts.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

A Big Fat Goose Egg

I continually run into bizarre situations on the job, things which require a bit of puzzling out- a sizeable fish on the lawn, fifty feet from the water, hints at the presence of osprey in the vicinity. On Thursday night, while walking on a footpath on site, I encountered a big, fat goose egg:




It was an unexpected sight- a pristine white egg sitting in the mud of the path. The Canada geese (Branta canadensis) are breeding, and I suspect that this egg had been blown out of a nest by the 30mph(42kph) winds and rolled to this particular spot. Being a forager, I have to confess that I took a good, long look at the egg before deciding against grabbing it for a meal... I honestly don't know how long the egg had been sitting around, and I generally don't go for animal matter of unknown origin. The funny thing is that I have eaten balut, so the prospect of finding a little occupant in the egg wasn't the dissuading factor, but the prospect of bringing a rotten egg into the house lessened the appeal of a free-range goose egg.

I left this potential golden bounty for one of the site's raccoons or crows to find... those critters are a lot more forgiving of 'past sell-by date' comestibles.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Bombing, Not Even Three Months In

Back in December, when asked by my friend Frenchie, who (naturally) is Italian, if I thought that Trump would launch a nuke, I replied that I didn't think he would, but that he would attack Iran, a long-held Republican fantasy. While this hasn't come to pass, Trump's Tomahawk missile barrage on a Syrian airfield occurred not even three months into his presiduncey. This new policy on Syria contradicts Trump's old attitude toward President Obama's potential courses of action in Syria... I guess that the Kenyan Usurper's use of America's penis substitutes was beyond the Pale for Vulgarmort.

The idea that Trump was motivated by concern for the 'beautiful babies' is belied by his refusal to succor refugee children. Why actually rescue children when you can bomb the hell out of an airfield?

This attack on Assad's regime is a puzzler- the area is such a quagmire, is the U.S. really going to fight against two sides in a multi-pronged civil war? Is ISIS the number one enemy or is Assad's regime? This is a repeat of the muddled U.S. policy in Yemen, in which our military is fighting both the extremist Sunni group Al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula and the Shiite Houthi rebel group. Fighting against both sides in an armed struggle only makes sense if one is playing the two sides against each other for personal gain... and in a creepy sidenote, Raytheon is making a fistful of dollars since the Tomahawk strike, Syrian civilians and American taxpayers be damned.

In one odd turn of events, the alt-right Trump base has gone ballistic because of the strike, though, as a leftist, I would dispute their assertion that the attack appeals to 'leftists'. Chuck Schumer is a centrist, despite his support of fillibustering Gorsuch.

My primary concern at this point, being an observer of current events and a cynical bastard, is that Trump, citing Iran's support for Assad's regime, will pivot and launch an attack on Iran. I predicted such a move back in December, and I sure hope that I am wrong.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Making Money Making Mean

Another legendary entertainer gone... Don Rickles passed away at the age of 90. I first became aware of Don's schtick after his heyday, when he starred as an abrasive Chief Petty Officer in the sitcom C.P.O. Sharkey. For a guy who made a living by playing a mean S.O.B., the guy seemed to be genuinely nice when he wasn't in character:





By today's standards, Don Rickles' schtick would be considered non 'politically correct', but the people who tend to attack political correctness want to engage in attacks on people with no power without receiving censure- they want to engage in 'kiss up, punch down' behavior targeting people who can't fight back. Don Rickles was an equal opportunity jerkass- he made fun of people with more fame and money, and he made fun of people of all races, creeds, and cultures... and he did it to their faces, actually putting his own nose on the line. The fact that he never ended up in traction is a testimony to his ability to act mean without being mean- the decent human being was evident behind the abrasive, borderline abusive façade.

In some ways, Don Rickles opened the floodgates for lesser, meaner 'comedians', but I think his only competition in the funny/mean cohort was Joan Rivers. Personally, I tend to prefer surreal comedy to the broad insult comedy, but I do recognize that Don Rickles was a master of form, and that, behind the causticity, there was genuine affection:





I know Don is roasting now, but it sure isn't in Hell.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

We Can Go Our Own Way on Healthcare

The big fuckin' deal in local news today is the passage by the state assembly of a bill authorizing the creation of a single-payer health insurance system for New Yorkers, a bill which passed 89-47. The big hurdle that single-payer has to clear is the state senate, which is bogged down by a power-sharing agreement between the GOP and these shitbirds. I'm hoping that enough upstate residents will be motivated to contact their GOP representatives to pressure them to vote for a single-payer system.

I have health insurance through my job, but I wouldn't mind being a participant in a 'Medicare for all New Yorkers' type system. We New Yorkers pay pretty high state taxes, and the services we receive tend to be high-quality. Given the absolute disaster that is the federal government, I would prefer to rely more on the state and local governments. I've had enough of reading the various 'Heartland Whisperer' narratives, and I sure as hell have had enough of having good governance held hostage by the GOP knuckle-draggers that the Heartlanders tend to elect... it's about time New York and other blue states went ahead and passed the liberal legislation that we need in-state. If the federal government decides to throw monkey wrenches into the works, it'll be a Tenth Amendment issue, and with any luck, the SCotUS will be in disarray for months to come, thus forestalling a legal battle.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Wait Up, Brother!

Today was gorgeous, weather-wise. It's hard to believe that a mere two weeks ago, there was a foot of snow on the ground. It was the first really nice weekend day since the beginning of Daylight Saving Time. Accordingly, I spent a good long time wandering the grounds with Fred and Ginger at the start of the shift. Fred tends to be the more affectionate of the two, but Ginger spends more time underfoot:




She can be needy at times, having a typical 'cat disposition'... alternatively aloof and clingy. Fred is more like a Labrador retriever trapped in a cat's body.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

All Fools' Day

Today is April Fools' Day, but one wouldn't really know it without looking at the calendar. In an era in which fake news, 'alt-facts', and hoaxes perpetrated by Eastern European teens, the very idea of one particular day set aside for playing pranks and jokes on people seems passé... what good is April Fools' Day if every day is a fools' day?

At any rate, All Fools' Day was the seventh album released by Australian band the Saints (I posted about the Saints on All Saints' Day... All Saints', All Fools', all good). In another post, I compared the band to LA's X, noting their transition from punk aggression to a more mature, rootsier sound. At any rate, here's the title track from All Fools' Day:





As an added bonus, I'll throw in a video for the 1984 single Ghost Ships:





Watching older Australian promotional videos, I am struck by how bright the pubs are... I don't think that look would fly here in the NY metro area, where dark wood and dark moods are the norm. Also, antipodean bands of the 1980s seemed to have a strange fascination with ghost ships... was it something in the water?