Saturday, January 17, 2015

Cyborgs Won’t Drive Teslas

AI (Artificial Intelligence) is hot now. Tesla CEO Elon Musk is talking about it, which means it’s due to explode any time.
Musk believes that AI is a huge danger to humans and has donated $10 million to help keep AI “beneficial for humanity.” The super-entrepreneur actually thinks that AI can be evil.
Eeevil, I tell you!

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

We’ve Already Granted Amnesty

The standard argument from those who oppose a path to citizenship for illegal aliens, is “they broke our laws.” Consequently, immigration reform of the kind now proposed is described as “amnesty.”

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Get Your History from Books

Angered by criticism that her movie, Selma, had misrepresented President Lyndon Johnson’s role in the civil rights struggle, director Ava Duvernay responded that she didn’t want to make a “white savior” movie and that the film was history through her own lens.

Monday, December 29, 2014

Understanding the Cloud


Introduction

“The cloud” is a confusing concept to many, something that’s not surprising given that the term is used in many different contexts and often not in a consistent manner. This short essay is designed to make the concept clear enough that users can understand its application in any context.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Jameis Winston

Mr. Winston’s bomb-throwing attorney may have done a good job of steering his client through the university’s disciplinary shoals, but the PR strategy is more problematic.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

The Military Plan for Peace



By Garrison Walters and Patrick Marotta

One hundred years ago this month, people in Europe were starting to realize that the new war ravaging the sub-continent was going to be exceptionally violent and destructive.  

The nature of the unfolding struggle shocked many, but the fact of its appearance surprised few. The war had been widely expected for at least a decade.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Beam Me Up, Skypey



Not long ago, Microsoft’s CEO, Satya Nadella, announced that his company was going to offer “real-time” foreign language translation in its Skype videoconferencing service. You speak German, I hear in English. And vice versa.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Making France Competitive

Making France Competitive
There’s much debate in France right now about peeling back laws limiting the work week to 35 hours. Proponents say that a change is needed to make the country more competitive economically.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Ferguson


Anti-government conservatives, the “stand up to fight the system” people, are standing up to support the system when it comes to the events of 2014 in Ferguson, Missouri.

Friday, June 20, 2014

He Lifts Weights But Not Books


JJ Jones is an outstanding high school linebacker. What sets him apart, according to his coach, is not talent but work ethic. JJ is a leader in film study, weight training, and all the other things that go into making a great football player.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Why a DQP?

Introduction To The DQP

 Leaders across American higher education are calling on colleges and universities to adopt a new strategy for ensuring and reporting student success—the Degree Qualifications Profile (DQP).

Friday, December 21, 2012

Driving with Prudence




It was love. Her clear, calm voice. It spoke only to me. We had a special relationship.

And then I killed her.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Driving Mr. Rupert

The rumors are true. Dan Neil, the L.A. Times’ Pulitzer Prize winning automobile columnist, has left to go to the Wall Street Journal. Talk about shocking. Dan is a notorious Left Coaster, and him going to work for WSJ publisher Rupert Murdoch is like James Carville signing on as a writer for Rush Limbaugh.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Tea Party Says Earth Flat, Republicans Agree

by Nom de Pomme
Tea Party activist Gomer Timson today told Fox News that his group has concluded that the earth is really, truly flat. That is to say, not a sphere.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

A Writing Excerpt

The following is a sample from my first novel, the quite forgettable Transylvania Connection. 


Kursk, Russia / March 2

Someone, Gennadi Yazov thought, should write a book about the history of the hangover in Russian history. Even he, with his moderate education, could think of many turning points whose pivot was the harsh reality of the morning after. The most important, he mused, was of course the Decembrist Revolt of 1825, when many of the key officers plotting the overthrow of the new Tsar Nicholas I “overslept” and left their colleagues to be overwhelmed. Overslept? All the students had smiled when the teacher said this. In Russia, happy spirits of vodka ruled the night and the evil spirits of its sister, the hangover, dominated the morning. Such was certainly the situ­ation in this rough building, for the bloodshot eyes and pasty com­plexions of the men around him showed that they had appreciated the three bottles of Stoli that Yazov had “found” yesterday afternoon.

Yazov watched carefully as the small truck made its way to the checkpoint. From where he stood, by the front window of the rather large guard hut, the truck appeared somewhat mystical, its lower parts enveloped in the kind of wispy ground fog that appeared early on Spring mornings.

Yazov was confident. The papers were good, and the security detail was not enthusiastic about doing more than moping in their warm building and drinking sugary tea. The appearance of the truck had caused an audible groan, synchronized almost like a chorus, from the half dozen men on duty. A sergeant had gone out to get the papers and was now examining them with a minimum of attention. But he did fax the documents and make the necessary phone calls to verify the signatures. The fact that the voices on the other end were unfamiliar occasioned no surprise—after all, it was only 7:00 a.m. on a Sunday. Perhaps only the cleaning lady was on duty at such a god-awful time, the sergeant had observed sullenly.

Close, Yazov thought, as he heard the calls go successfully. The low-level officers covering the phones at the two command centers were honest—they did find the matching documentation in their systems. But they weren’t experienced enough—or alert enough—to question the questionable details. Yazov smiled to himself. It would have been foolish to try to bribe them; the money had been better placed elsewhere.
The sergeant, moving slowly as he stood up from putting the phone down and complaining of a headache as he did so, told his commanding officer, Yazov, that the paperwork was in order.

The next step in the process was inspection. It was one thing for the papers to say what was inside, and the validity of the documents to be confirmed elsewhere, it was quite another to make sure the de­scription matched the contents. Yazov barked an order, and the entire crew moved outside.

The first step was the radiation test, designed to be very, very sure that nothing nuclear was inside. To do this, the team removed panels on the two devices that exposed the interior and carefully put their high-tech American-made probes inside. Given the small size of the area inside the warheads, and the sensitivity of the probes, there was no chance of having enough shielding to mask a nuclear device.

The sergeant holding the device spoke loudly, “negative, no ra­diation,” and handed the device to a second sergeant, who repeated the check and announced the same conclusion. Yazov knew that there would be two more such double checks down the road before the truck was cleared. After some years of rather loose supervision, the leaders in the Kremlin had realized that, if a nuclear device went astray, it was just as likely to be used against them as in the West somewhere. Nuclear security was very tight.

But the concern about other weapons was less serious, and this checkpoint was the only one that would actually examine the ship­ment to see if it matched the description. The devices were supposed to be dummy warheads of a particular model number—ones they hadn’t seen here before—and the security team had been given de­tailed internal drawings that showed the difference between the pho­ny and the real warheads. It was obvious that the difference wasn’t obvious. The warheads would have to be lifted out of the truck and carried inside for inspection.
Yazov spoke briskly, “All right. I guess we have to bring these in. They look heavy and the forklift doesn’t seem to be working. Best for all six of us to carry them. Ready now.”

As he spoke, Yazov gave a swift glance to the officer next to him. The rules required that two officers from different units sign off on each inspection, and although Yazov was the superior, his every ac­tion could be countermanded. Conflict meant that a team from headquarters had to be summoned.

No one moved for a long moment, waiting to see what Yazov’s fellow officer would say. Their bloodshot eyes implored him.

The Major nodded his head as if in agreement with Yazov then moved his hands to grasp the dark metal of the first missile. He gave it a tug, and muttered, “All right,” then, under his breath. “Let’s take a look.”
Yazov stiffened, his breath slowing as his body began to prepare for fight or flight. Actually, he didn’t know which. The backup plan was none too good—at least from his point of view. The bosses’ idea of Plan B was to say, “What a shame! And Yazov seemed so capable. Who shall we get to replace him?”

Two of the soldiers moved forward and placed their hands on the missile, waiting for others to come and help. Faced with the need for physical action, the Major, looking down at his trembling hands, seemed to reconsider. Finally, pale and sweating slightly even in the cold, the man spoke unsteadily. “No. I can see that this is the dum­my.” He pretended to look at the plans. “There’s no doubt.” The voice was now a bit stronger.
Yazov, after a pause to replenish his oxygen supply, used a quieter voice. “Well, the Major is more expert than I in these matters. I will sign.”

Quietly, the two senior officers worked through the paperwork, then Yazov used his radio to call the commander of the twenty or so heavily armed men who guarded the gate and the neighboring area of fence. “Let them proceed.” The gate opened smartly, but the driver, seemingly frozen by the long wait, didn’t move for many seconds and Yazov felt the tension again build inside. The man was a regular and obviously had expected to be here much longer. Was he going to call headquarters to complain there had been no inspection?

But the driver’s fog lifted, perhaps he too had spent the evening with the siren in a bottle, and the truck noisily went into gear and through the gate.


Two more inspections, Yazov thought, but only for radiation. The missiles will be in Tiraspol tonight and on the Black Sea tomor­row. He smiled. Another victory for the hangover.

Friday, December 26, 2003

Hogwarts University Herald

Hogwarts University Herald
Published Biweekly for Wizards in Waiting
“Not affiliated with Hogwarts University since 1872”

Volume 5,677                           Issue 360                                 December 26, 2003



Tuition Rising Again
That blue smoke soaring over Hogwarts University’s campus yesterday didn’t come from a dyspeptic dragon, it was angry students firing off Blast-Ended Skrewts in protest of the university’s latest 9.9% tuition increase. Neutral observers counted some 300 participants, but the robust sound levels supported the  rally organizers’ claim that an equal number of the shyer students  chose to attend wearing invisibility cloaks. 

Apparating suddenly into the rally, together with stage, podium and a dozen of his administrative staff, President Snape defended the increases. Pounding his fist on the enchanted podium—which in response turned interesting shades of red and purple with the occasional puff of yellow smoke—he blamed the higher tuition on lack of government support. Stretching his body to a full nine feet, Snape turned to the student leaders and thundered, “At some point you just have to look the public in the eye and ask, ‘Do you believe in magic?’” One of his aides then cast a karaoke spell, and the entire senior administrative team danced and sang to the Lovin’ Spoonful tune.

Snape’s ploy failed to win the students over. Declining his invitation to sing along, Wally Weasely, the students’ spokeswizard, claimed that the malnourished students lacked the energy. “Just to avoid starvation, we’ve been forced to take part-time jobs selling Every Flavor Beans on the streets of Hogsmeade.”

His mood changing with a bright purple flash, a sneering Snape responded that no one would be starving if the elves weren’t on strike.  “The only reason this absurd stoppage continues is that the students won’t break the strike charm. If that’s your strategy, you can eat your robes. And by the way, do you have any idea how much the new digital quills cost to maintain? I’ll tell…”
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Ministry of Magic Launches New Program Review
Recent reports in the London Necromancer alleging that Hogwarts University doctoral graduates were flipping Hippogriff burgers at the Hogsmeade Inn have produced some action. Yesterday, Mal de Trop, Senior Functionary for Hyperoccult Programs in the Ministry of Magic, charged that HU was failing to focus its graduate education. “They’ve completely lost touch with fantasy,” he said, gesturing violently with his wand and inadvertently setting the drapes on fire. “Most of their doctorates are in the Care of Magical Creatures, but there’s no market for that. In fact, we’re producing graduates faster than the poor over-studied creatures can reproduce.” De Trop also charged that HU’s doctoral grads were infamous for their “sloppy spell-casting.” He announced that the Ministry would…
Continued on page 6

More Problems with Data System
The cost overruns for HU’s new Mystical Resources system continue to mount. It seems that administrators have to make almost daily trips to Gringrott’s just to keep the project going. But the university is now striking back. HU’s Vice President for Seriously Boring Data, Diego Sinistra, announced that the vendor on the project, Mugglesoft, was responsible for the two billion Galleon cost overrun. Turning lovely shades of gold as he spoke, perhaps to symbolize the escalating cost, Sinistra complained that Mugglesoft’s leaders “wouldn’t lift a wand to help.” The HU VP made it clear that the university intended to sue if it’s concerns weren’t addressed.

Reached at his office, Uriah Kleptosky, Executive Leech at Mugglesoft, denied Sinistra’s charges. “Look, they knew what they were getting into with this. When you have to rethink a system that’s five thousand years old and laced with incantations no one remembers any more, it’s going to take time. What did HU expect? Magic?” As for the threat of a lawsuit, Kleptosky laughed darkly and said, “Bring it on. I’ve got  access to a barrister curse that will curl the…
Continued on page 6

President Snape’s Perks Defended
Public outrage over President Snape’s new mansion, which includes 28 fully haunted rooms, appears to be growing. A senior member of the Board of Trustees, who spoke on condition of anonymity, defended the purchase. Noting that Snape took over from President Sirius Black, he said, “The old house was a disaster. I mean, Black’s an animagus. The place was like a kennel, with fire hydrants everywhere. How can you entertain donors in that kind of environment?”

This criticism of Black, coming on the heels of his controversial bones-for-life buyout, caused at least one friend to speak out in the ex-president’s defense. At a hastily called press conference, an associate of Black’s faced a mob of reporters, agreeing to talk on condition that he not be identified in human form. Unfortunately, his unwillingness to provide specific information only added fuel to the controversy. The complete statement from “Rex” was, “Woof. Woof, woof.” When one of the disappointed reporters asked for details, Rex lifted his hind leg threateningly, and the interview came to a sudden end.

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Snape’s Executive Assistant for Herbology, Anisette Belladonna, announced that the garden would…
Continued on page 6

Quidditch Team Investigated Again
Rumors of the use of Performance Enhancing Potions continue to surround the HU Quidditch team. A member of the visiting Nether Wales squad agreed to speak off the record about the controversy, “Let’s get real. Those HU guys don’t even need broomsticks to fly.”
The PEP charges come on the heels of league investigations into the academic status of HU’s star seeker,  El Moro Lindo, who has been accused of using the infamous doppelganger charm to send a copy of himself to class and…
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Asst. Prof. He Who Must Not Be Named, Jr. denied tenure. Threatens end of world
In a news conference yesterday afternoon, Provost Le Goblin agreed to discuss the controversial “He Who Must Not Be Named, Jr.” (HWMNBN, Jr.) tenure case. Noting that HWMNBN, Jr. had taken his case directly to the public by enchanting the marching band so that it spelled out “Tenure for HWMNBN, Jr. or the world ends” during halftime of the HU-BU Qudditch match, Le Goblin said that HU felt no obligation to maintain confidentiality for its part.

In response to a question, Le Goblin admitted that HWMNBN, Jr. was a strong researcher, “I’ll have to agree that levitating the entire London metropolitan area for five days was a good trick. But, let me remind you that all research must be carried out in a proper manner, and HWMNBN, Jr. failed to get prior permission from the Human Subjects Committee. Since there were about fifteen million humans affected, we think that’s a considerable oversight.”

Le Goblin also offered some comments about HWMNBN Jr.’s teaching. “Sure, his evaluations were good, but what kind of teacher brags that his best students have gone on to become Dementors?”

The big problem with HWMNBN, Jr., Le Goblin said, is that he is “not collegial.” Thrusting a moving photo of a glowering HWMNBN, Jr. in front of the terrified reporters, Le Goblin almost yelled, “Look at him! He’s literally two-faced!”

When a reporter for the New York Times asked why that was bad, an angry Le Goblin flashed a Gorgon curse that turned the man to stone. After apologizing and restoring the poor muggle to his normal functions, Le Goblin continued. “I’ll give you one example. When old Professor Pangloss fell asleep during a debate about curriculum, HWMNBN, Jr.’s second face turned him into a hippopotamus. This might seem funny,” he glared at the snickering reporters, “but no one was able to change him back and every faculty meeting is now a crisis. You can imagine how hard it is to find a conference room with a muddy pond in the middle. Also, the constant snorting and shuffling makes it hard to concentrate. HWMNBN, Jr. offered to turn himself into a crocodile to ‘put Pangloss out of his misery.’ Of course, we refused. Eventually, we found a way to transfigure… ”
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New “Witch Studies” Program in Trouble?
The Chair of HU’s Board of Elderwizards, H. H. “Hootie” DiMastry, has expressed opposition to HU’s proposed new undergraduate major in Witch Studies. DiMastry told HUH’s interviewer that he could see no point in the new program. “Look, everyone is treated the same here. Witch, Wizard, all are equal. Sure, things were different in the past, but that’s all changed.”

DiMastry was about to continue when a small brown owl appeared. Waving his very large wand in its direction, he yelled, “I told you no messages!’

Turning back to this reporter, he continued. “Sometimes these ‘equality’ movements go too far. For example, if a wizard tells a witch in the secretarial pool that she really looks hot in those form-fitting ‘basic black’ outfits, he gets treated as if he’s some kind of sexist. And that reminds me, why don’t the younger witches wear the traditional hats anymore? It was good enough for their mothers, why not for them?”

Told of DiMastry’s hostility, the Witch Studies leader, Gloria De la Roche, reacted derisively. “Wizards don’t want anything to change. They want us to go around wearing those pointy hats that are nothing more than totems of male dominance. When they aren’t touting these silly symbols, they’re trying to hide their own sexual inadequacies. Ever wonder why ‘Hootie’ carries such a long, fat wand? Pathetic, what more can I say?”

Told of this statement, but without attribution, DiMastry was outraged. “Which witch [expletive deleted]? Was it that pestiferous De la …
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