I’ve noticed some changes in jumping from MacOS 10.6.x to 10.9:
The keystroke Command Option Eject no longer puts the computer to sleep.
On the Dock, the active app indicator is much less visible.
Scroll bars no longer have arrow buttons, so I can’t click to scroll slowly.
When I charge my telephone on USB, it’s no longer recognized as a volume.
Of course! Why didn’t we think of that?
The second-weirdest argument for statism that I’ve heard is: “We are social animals!” … implying, I guess, that if not for the constant threat of force we would not behave according to our nature.
The weirdest (which I’ve only heard twice) is: “There are always some people who will seek to dominate others, and there needs to be a structure to facilitate that ambition.”
privilege, my foot
A Mother’s White Privilege
To admit white privilege is to admit a stake, however small, in ongoing injustice. It’s to see a world different than your previous perception. Acknowledging that your own group enjoys social and economic benefits of systemic racism is frightening and uncomfortable.
She lists a bunch of ugly things that are unlikely to happen to her sons, as well as some offensive things not said to her by the ignorant, thanks to their blondness.
What’s missing from the piece is any description of “benefits” — any reason to believe that we as Whites would be any worse off if, for example, the Blue Gang were to stop abusing Blacks.
Not being murdered by cops is not a “privilege”. Nobody ever said, “Let’s organize and arm a gang of bullies so that they can spend their days not murdering our kind of people.” Absence of SWAT raids is the state of nature, not an artificial benefit.
This week I watched two movies that coincidentally opened in the same week in 2012. Neither delighted me.
In Looper, the terrible threat to be averted is a gangster bent on — gasp — wiping out a group of retired killers. I should care? The targets aren’t even interesting: they’re not so much hitmen, which would suggest some need for cleverness in their métier, as overpaid slaughterhouse workers.
In the end, why does Joe’s “change” (it’s a time travel story) erase Sara’s death but not Cid’s wound?
Seven Psychopaths is self-consciously ironic, “transgressive” and self-referential; nothing here that hasn’t been done better.
get off my lawn
Saturday I missed a birthday party because I’m not on Facebook. So it goes.
My newest design on Shapeways is a model of the Lawson-Klein surface : a stereographic projection of
( cos(u)cos(2v), cos(u)sin(2v), sin(u)cos(v), sin(u)sin(v) )
about that sex thing
I recently read the uncut Stranger in a Strange Land (having read the shorter version long long ago, probably before puberty). It contains the phrase “she’s as female as a cat in heat,” which also appears in the same author’s later Time Enough for Love; in each case it appears to be intended as a compliment.
Now that I know a bit about cat sexuality, I think: what, she’s ruled by her gonads even more than a 17yo boy, and miserable until she gets a rather unpleasant chore done?