Monday, January 29, 2007
Notes from the FestungFest | ![]() |
Recently, Buckethead and clan relocated from their suburban abode in the heart of Alexandria, Virginia, to a mountain fastness some sixty miles distant. That ordeal has been amply documented on this site.
The call went out across the land to bloggers and regular people near and far to gather to celebrate the dual events of the birth of Martin Luther King, Jr. and the ensconcement of Clan Buckethead in their new home at Festung Buckethead. Goodwyfe Johno and I flew into the area to attend this bash, and in the process catch the talented Dead Men’s Hollow in concert.
The gathering was a great success. Aside from myself and Buckethead, both Ministers GeekLethal (with the lovely Mrs. Lethal and the lil’ Lethal in tow) and Ross made the scene. Also in attendence were Princess Kat, the Maximum Leader, and the formerly AWOL Phil Dennison, reformed blogger who no longer has a webpage and who therefore is only eligilble for old-school meatspace esteem. Much business was transacted. Much perfidy was committed. Much music was played, some of it through an iPod fed into a fire-spewing Ruben’s Tube. Much very fine Scotch was consumed, and some fairly nice cigars as well. Good times, good times.
We of the Ministry thank all attendees in body or spirit, and hope that the remainder of their 2007 is as auspicious and friendly as ithe precedent set at Festung Buckethead.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Dispatch from the Ministry of Hops, vol. 14 | ![]() |
Brew # 14, Desert Fox Dunkelweizen
6.6 lbs liquid wheat malt extract (50% each barley and wheat)
4 oz caramunich malt? or maybe it was crystal malt 90L?
2 oz crystal malt 60L?
4 oz chocolate malt
2 oz black patent malt
1 oz Styrian goldings hops, pellet
1/4 oz Tettnanger Tettnang hops, pellet
1 lb very ripe bananas, frozen, thawed, and mashed
.2 oz locally grown coriander, ground
1/2 tsp black pepper, ground
1/2 tsp North African dried lemon, grated
White Labs WLP 300, Hefeweizen Yeast
Friday, January 26, 2007
Sneaky Martians | ![]() |
Hiding their air from us, apparently. New measurements and calculations from the orbiting Mars spy satellites indicate that Mars is losing about 20 grams of atmosphere a second. Which is not a whole hell of a lot. Even adding it all up over the course of billions of years, its still not a whole hell of a lot.
Extrapolating this measurement back over 3.5 billion years, they estimate that only a small fraction, 0.2 to 4 millibars, of carbon dioxide and a few centimeters of water could have been lost to solar winds during that timeframe.
Which means that either Mars never had the thicker, wetter atmosphere we think it did in the past, or else that atmosphere was not blown away atom by atom by the solar wind as we thought it did. Either way, something we though was so, weren’t. If Mars did in fact have that thick atmosphere, it must be sequestered away somewhere in, around, or in the pockets of the planet. Which is a positive thought for all those budding junior scientists with their home terraforming kits. Martian air, perhaps hidden in underground reservoirs, or bound up in the crust or whatnot, would at least theoretically be amenable to be reintroduced into the atmosphere. Unless a third theory is true - that Mars’ atmosphere was blown clear off the planet by a large meteor strike. So, to sum up, Mars doesn’t have air, and is losing it slowly. It may or may not have air hidden. Mars may or may not have had a thick atmosphere in the past. Mars may or may not have been hit by an atmosphere-stealing asteroid. See how our knowledge grows?
[Wik] I find it interesting, btw, that catastrophic explanations for what we see in the solar system are becoming more common.
Area Organized Crime Families Fearful of FBI Anti-Mob Investigations | ![]() ![]() |
Reuters reports that in the aftermath of the recent round up of hundreds of illegal undocumented aliens workers, known to me as scofflaw foreigners, some people in California are fearful. Why are they fearful? Let’s hear what Rosa Maria Salazar has to say. She is a cook at a Salvadoran cafe in a heavily Hispanic neighborhood near downtown Los Angeles:
“We’re terrified. The police could come for us at any time and deport us.”
As an aside, she made the above comment in Spanish. Reuters helpfully translated. But why is Rosa Maria frightened? Because, well, she’s an illegal alien. She is here in this country illegally, and she is working illegally. I am sure that Rosa Maria is a nice woman, hard working and eager to make a better life for herself. No doubt that was difficult in her native Guatemala. But I am not overly moved by her terror. She has every right to be concerned that agents of our government will come and send her away, because, that’s their job and she is a utterly and completely legitimate target for their scrutiny. She’s breaking our laws just by being in Los Angeles.
This Reuters article is full of not so sly bias toward the “victims” of this latest sweep. Observe:
The 55-year-old undocumented worker from Guatemala is among many Hispanics deeply shaken by recent immigration raids at the heart of Latino communities in southern California.
I imagine that most of those frightened Hispanics are also illegal aliens. American citizens of Hispanic descent really don’t have to worry, now, do they? Should we be concerned that criminals are “shaken†by police patrols?
The-seven day Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) sweep, dubbed “Operation Return to Sender,” targeted jails across five counties in the Los Angeles area, where police took 423 of what they called “criminal aliens” into federal custody for deportation, after being held on charges unrelated to their immigration status.
And look, more than half of the people rounded up were already rounded up, albeit for other crimes. Is the Hispanic community, and indeed concerned citizens throughout this great nation expected to weep for shame because 400 people already in jail are deported? Sheesh.
Federal agents from seven teams also fanned out in local communities, where they nabbed 338 undocumented immigrants, more than 150 of whom were classed as “immigration fugitives”—foreign nationals who ignored final deportation orders.
And of the other half, almost half of them were not merely here illegally, but were actively running from immigration officials. These aren’t the grey masses of illagals, people who are in this country but under the radar. These are people who we have specifically told to go home, and for some reason are still here. Why were these “final deportation orders†not accompanied by a Federal Marshall and a plane ticket? Of the others, these undocumented immigrants yearning to be free, well they are 188 out of an estimated 2.5 million in California alone. It’s a start, but hardly a solution.
“We hadn’t seen anything like this here before, and it came as a shock,” said Antonio Bernabe, a community worker who runs a day labor program at the Coalition for Humane Immigrant Rights of Los Angeles.
Why the fuck would this come as a shock to you, Antonio? The fact that we haven’t enforced our laws for decades might have lulled you into a false sense of security, but the writing has been on the wall for a little while now. And why aren’t you in jail for helping criminals evade justice?
“The police didn’t just take people with deportation orders, they took anybody ... guys who were just hanging out in the street and even from a Jack in the Box restaurant ... and now people are afraid to go out,” he added.
Well, damn, that’s just like, terrible. They took anybody who wasn’t here legally. How… fascist.
“We used to feel secure here,” Nicaraguan electrician Manuel Salomon told Reuters as he sipped coffee in a Mexican bakery in the city. “But it looks like that honeymoon is over.”
I certainly hope so, Manuel. I hope that you get arrested and deported. And then I hope that you turn around, and make your way back to this country legally.
This article, and many like it, are ridiculous in the euphemistic treatment of this issue. Calling Manuel, or others, “Undocumented Workers†or some other truth dodging phrase does not erase the fact that they are people who are breaking our laws, and have been showing contempt for laws since the moment they slipped across the border. They are illegal aliens – a nicely accurate phrase that has almost completely disappeared from the major media. I am not against immigration. I do not hate Hispanics. I am against illegal immigration, and I think that most people on this side of the issue realize that they are different issues despite the efforts of some on the other side to conflate them.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Life’s Embarrassments - cont’d. | ![]() ![]() |
Some pharmacist should lose a license over this, I guess. Either that or a zoologist, if such even have licenses.
Never give an iguana Viagra
Thu Jan 25, 2007 12:04pm ET
ANTWERP, Belgium (Reuters) - Mozart, an iguana with an erection that has lasted for over a week, will have his penis amputated in the next couple of days.
Veterinarians at Antwerp’s Aquatopia had sought to treat the animal’s problem, but decided removal was the only solution because of the risk of infection. The good news for Mozart and his mates is that male iguanas have two penises.
Mozart, sitting on the shoulders of his keeper as camera crews focused on his red, swollen erection, seemed unperturbed by the news.
“It doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t know what amputation means,” said vet Luc Lambrecht, adding that Mozart’s sexual activity should be undimmed by the operation.
“I don’t think so. That’s all in his head.”
I’m happy to report that the Reuters report doesn’t contain any pictures of swollen, red, iguana junk, so it’s safe for work. I don’t know which is sillier - the fact that someone gave the iguana Viagra, or the fact that some (presumedly different) person can assert, apparently straight-faced, that his sexual performance is all in his head.
[Wik] This posting might be mis-titled - the iguana doesn’t seem to actually have been too embarrassed by this malpractice.
[Alsø wik] I wonder what role the physiology of the iguana plays in the psychology of penis envy?
[Alsø alsø wik] The Reuters article might just as logically been entitled “Never Give an Iguana a Lit M-80 for Lunch”, come to think of it.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Life’s Embarrassments | ![]() ![]() |
Just heard, in a phone conversation with my buddy Ian:
He was speaking with a friend of his, during an event today in Orlando, and they discussed the fertility specialist that the friend and his wife were seeing, due to their difficulty conceiving a child.
His friend went in to visit the specialist, and the nurse handed him a cup and asked him to produce a specimen. After heading down to a fairly generic restroom and grabbing a stall, he did so, bringing the cup back to the nurse.
Who looked at it and said “No, I needed a urine specimen”.
Ian asked him “So what did you do then?”. Turns out he just left, utterly crushed by embarrassment, though he’s since recovered after realizing that what he did, wanted or not, was something he’d been practicing his whole life for.
Ever the clown/instigator, Ian pointed out to him that he’d handled it all wrong, and should instead have replied “What do you think this is?”
Friday, January 19, 2007
Quote of the Day | ![]() |
"I wanna hang a map of the world in my house. Then I’m gonna put pins into all the locations that I’ve traveled to. But first, I’m gonna have to travel to the top two corners of the map so it won’t fall down.” —Mitch Hedberg
Rockets are wrong | ![]() |
As impressive as they are to watch, rockets are a dangerous and in the end inefficient means of getting to orbit. Burning tons of liquefied oxygen and hydrogen and throwing away the rocket every time you want a satellite is not what your average beancounter would call sound economically. Imagine if, to fly from New York to Los Angeles, you built a brand new 747, flew it across the country, and jumped out over LAX for a parachute landing and let the plane crash into the Pacific. Getting a airline ticket would face a few more difficulties than just avoiding TSA’s watchlist.
This is a sound argument for reusable spaceships. But it is an even better argument for taking a step away from rockets altogether. Instead of rockets, why not have an elevator? Walk through the doors, take a seat, and ride into space with as much fireworks and commotion as getting on the express elevator in the Empire State Building. Building a physical structure that extends from the surface of the earth to orbit and beyond seems fantastical, but the idea actually has an extensive pedigree.
The idea for space elevators goes back to the misty dawn of the space age. Russian space theorist Konstantine Tsiolkovsky first proposed the idea of an orbital tower in his 1895 paper “Day-dreams of Heaven and Earth.â€
On the tower, as one climbed higher and higher up it, gravity would decrease gradually; and if it were constructed on the Earth’s equator and, therefore, rapidly rotated together with the earth, the gravitation would disappear not only because of the distance from the centre of the planet, but also from the centrifugal force that is increasing proportionately to that distance. The gravitational force drops ... but the centrifugal force operating in the reverse direction increases. On the earth the gravity is finally eliminated at the top of the tower, at an elevation of 5.5 radii of the Earth (36,000 km).
However, it was soon realized that no material could withstand the compressive stress of the weight of the tower. Half a century and more down the road, another Russian, Yuri Artsutanov, proposed what we now think of as the space elevator. Artsutanov suggested using a satellite in geostationary earth orbit (GEO) as a construction base, and extending a cable downward while simultaneously paying out a counterweight upwards to maintain the center of gravity in GEO. Artsutanov also described using a tapered tether to reduce the stress on the cable.
Over the last several decades, many people have examined the idea. Charles Sheffield and Arthur C. Clarke both used the idea as the central focus of their novels Fountains of Paradise and The Web Between the Worlds in the late seventies. And more thorough research has established many of the engineering requirements for a working space elevator. Most of these problems are solvable by a suitable application of engineering or politics – for example, building a working elevator car for the cable would be a straightforward, if difficult, application of the principles currently used in maglev trains.
But the biggest obstacle is the creation of a structural material for the elevator cable. Our strongest materials until recently fell short of the required tensile strength by a large margin. At a minimum, beanstalk cable material should have a tensile strength of 65 GPa (gigapascals, a measure of stress), and a density on the order of graphite. (Too much weight, and it doesn’t matter how strong the cable is.) The strongest steel is at about 5 GPa. Kevlar hits about the same, but is much lighter. We’re off by at least an order of magnitude. Quartz fibers and diamond filaments would reach up to the twenties. But then, in the nineties, came carbon nanotubes. Their theoretical tensile strength is in the range needed for a beanstalk.
But, the strongest actual observed GPa was only in the fifties, and the tensile strength of a cable would likely be less than that of its nanotube components. There are also difficulties with making bulk quatities of nanotubes and making them into suitable strands. Cost is also a factor, as nanotubes run about $25 a gram. But there is hope – carbon nanotubes have applications far beyond making space elevator cables, and someone, sometime, will for his own purposes invent a cable that is suitable for our beanstalk.
These developments in materials science put a working beanstalk in sight. And one company has formed to pursue the creation of a space elevator. I ran into Brian Dunbar of the Liftport Company in the comments section over at Murdoc Online, and asked him if he’d do an interview. He graciously agreed, and below, part one of our interview:
Thursday, January 18, 2007
The English Bitch, Volume II | ![]() |
Consider the phrase, “Behind every great man is a woman”. We’re all familiar with the thought, if the precise wording varies: that there is causation between the presence of a woman and the success of her affiliated man.
Does it follow then that behind every loser is a bad woman? Does the causation flow downhill too?
Discuss.
Wait a minute, now | ![]() ![]() |
Apple to impose 50% fanboy sucker tax on iPhone consumers, reports AppleInsider. (h/t to gizmodo) It seems that it’s only going to cost about $250 to manufacture the iPhone, and so Apple gets the 50% profit margins that in the past have made it rich, yet contributed to its marginal status in the computer industry. And Cingular gets a two year lock for free, since they ain’t subsidizing shit. This is as annoying as it always is. It’s why I’ve never purchased a new Mac computer.
I think I might wait a little bit until the fanboy rush subsides and competition, hopefully, forces Apple to lower prices. But competition from Dell, HP and a thousand others never forced Apple to lower Mac prices. Will competition from Nokia, Samsung, Sony/Ericsson and others come to the same? Or will Cingular try to convince Jobs to lower the price to keep people coming? You’d think Jobs would have learned by now that if you sell a hundred computers at a 10% margin, you make a lot more money than selling five at 50%. (Assuming about the same price to manufacture, you make twice as much.)
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I’ve got to get out of the highway | ![]() |
Gary Farber is in a panic. Despite chronic physical ailments, and wrestling with crippling depression, Amygdala has been one of the most consistently excellent blogs I know. In keeping with the Ministry tradition of not linking to anyone, or in fact doing anything that would increase our popularity, I have only linked Gary a couple times. But I read. And the other day, he explained why he has been in a panic. One of the few dependable sources of income he has has evaporated. He needs cash.
Imagine you’re a cute, fuzzy deer. You wander onto the highway. You see some lights, you freeze. You think to yourself, “I’ve got to get out of the highway.” The lights get closer. You think, even more urgently, “I’ve really got to get out of the highway.” But you can’t move. Imagine that feeling lasting for months or years at a time. People with chronic ailments like diabetes can take insulin or whatever to control their disease. There is nothing about diabetes that actively tries to prevent you from getting help. Depression does. It’s five miles of fog between you and reality. It’s all the color in your life going away, and not all cute like in Pleasantville. It even makes you like the Cure and the Smiths. And all the while, people tell you to cheer up, or get your shit together, or for godsakes just do something. You feel that whatever talents or gifts you have, which - in the hands of anyone else - would have allowed them to become wildly successful and boink supermodels all day, are really just a mocking curse from a cruel god because you have them, and can’t use them for anything.
I think that Gary might be feeling better, thanks to the generosity of those who’ve already pitched in. Make him feel a little better, if for no other reason than so I can keep reading his blog.
Earn big money | ![]() |
By way of Princess Cat, I see that there is a contest (with actual prize money) for best milblogger over at the VA Mortgage Center blog. $3,000 cash money to the winner, and $250 to the top ten finishers. It seems they need someone to straighten out the prize money statement. Regardless, folks will be getting checks. Cat has suggested that you all vote for Sgt. Hook, to help him subsidize his trip to the Milblogger conference this spring here in the Nation’s capitol. But I noticed, to my horror, that Murdoc had not been nominated. I corrected that grievous oversight, and I hope that he’ll be sending more links our way. Of course, I could make it easier for him by posting more often.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Not that anyone’s necessarily a Dallas fan | ![]() ![]() |
But if so, here’s your explanation for why Dallas’ next game will be in the late summer, 2007:
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Whack-a-german | ![]() |
Moles are annoying, conniving and vile creatures. They hate our freedom. But is it worth risking your life to fight the growing mole menace? Uwe Werner felt so, and managed to eliminate himself in attempting to exterminate the moles infesting his yard. His innovative mole electrocution system worked so well in its first test, that it killed a human. Uwe himself.
[Wik] No moles were harmed in the writing of this post.
[Alsø wik] My apologies to any family or friends of Uwe Werner who may by some freak of the internets have read this story. UWE IS NOT DEAD. IT’S OKAY. Uwe is the police spokesgerman who announced that the retiree is dead. HE IS NOT DEAD HIMSELF. The name of the retiree has not, to my knowledge, been released. Which is frustrating, because I was imagining an old guy, puttering around the lawn, about to plug in his super-turbo-mole-zapper2000; his wife calls out, “UUUweee noooooo!” and then he goes all lightning and special effects. Without the name, my mental picture is less satisfying.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Whoops. That could leave a mark. | ![]() |
Technology Smack-Down!
(WSJ online sub required, other than for “mouse over” preview)
TECHNOLOGY ALERT
from The Wall Street Journal.Jan. 10, 2007
Cisco sued Apple for trademark infringement over the “iPhone” name Apple chose for its new cellphone, unveiled yesterday. Cisco obtained the iPhone trademark in 2000, and had been in talks with Apple over rights to the name.
“Cisco entered into negotiations with Apple in good faith after Apple repeatedly asked permission to use Cisco’s iPhone name,” said Mark Chandler, Cisco’s general counsel. “There is no doubt that Apple’s new phone is very exciting, but they should not be using our trademark without our permission.”
So much for all those negotiations that were going on yesterday at CES. This could get interesting, even though it really is all just positioning and preening.
[Wik] Just like Russia v. Belarus. Honest.













