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Thursday, December 14, 2006

SPAM LIKE CONTENT

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No less august an institution than the Smithsonian has recklessly and without evidence declared me, and by extension the entire ministry, to be SPAM LIKE CONTENT.  This is, apparently, a total and permanent judgment, if I am interpreting their missive correctly:

Technical details of permanent failure:
PERM_FAILURE: SMTP Error (state 12): 550 Error: SPAM LIKE CONTENT

Needless to say, I disagree violently with this assessment.  Hell, I never send an email to more than five recipients.  And it’s never about penis enlargement.  Okay, very rarely about penis enlargement.  But never about Viagra.  Even I have standards.  Low standards, to be sure.  But they are standards. 

I think I’ll have to write a letter.


Posted by Buckethead on 12/14/06 at 07:17 PM
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Monday, December 11, 2006

Can we please, please, please be your customers?

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Let me invite you into a magical world of incompetence, omnigorence, and thumb-fingered cluelessness.  One of the joys of moving is the task of navigating the treacherous waters of utility company bureaucracy.  Before leaving the old house, the Casa de Buckethead, we had to cancel the water, electric, gas, phone and broadband services to the house.  This we accomplished with a minimum of fuss, and as we approached closing day on Festung Buckethead, we began the process of scheduling services for the new place. 

The first of two services that we needed was electricity, and in a matter of minutes on the phone Mrs. Buckethead successfully set that up, and they – as an added bonus – didn’t even ask for a security deposit.  The missus, perhaps foolishly, began to feel a sense of optimism.  Water at the new place is from a well, so we don’t need the water utility.  There’s no gas, so no more Washington Gas, or any other.  We’d decided to forego the landline phone since we both had cell phones, and it seemed an unnecessary expense, especially considering the fact that our Vonage service had gone pear-shaped, and begun connecting our incoming calls to someone in Germany with frightening regularity.

So, with a light heart and brimming with confidence, Mrs. Buckethead began calling local broadband providers to see who amongst them would like to have us as a paying customer.  After some time spent waiting on hold, she determined that the local phone companies did not provide DSL service to the area.  So be it, we thought!  There’s always cable!  Then began a parade of staggering ignorance, muddle-headedness and obtusity on a scale I have seldom witnessed. 

Week before last, the missus began calling Adelphia.  The first yahoo she talked to seemed constitutionally unable to realize that we were not calling for technical assistance. 

Idiot:  “I’ll have a technician return your call.”
Mrs. B:  “We don’t have a technical issue.  We want to set up service.”
Idiot:  “Oh.  Let me see.  Okay.  I’ll have a technician return your call.”
Mrs. B:  “We are not customers.  We wish to become customers.  Do you provide service to our address?”
Idiot:  “Let me transfer your call.”

So she waited on hold for a while.  Then called again, and got another idiot.

Idiot #2:  “I’ll have a service representative return your call, thank you.”
Mrs. B: “Don’t you need my phone number?”
Idiot #2:  “Oh, yeah, that would help.”

That person told us that Adelphia didn’t provide service to our location.  Given the paucity of intelligence evident in the Adelphia customer service department, I recommended to my wife that she call again, and see if she couldn’t talk to someone with somewhere north of a small ganglion.  Which she did, and no joy.  She even called the county planning office, and those people said that yes, sadly, there was no cable service in our area.

So, we resigned ourselves to getting satellite broadband.  This was mildly disheartening – while the monthly charges for satellite are about on par with other services, it’s a smaller pipe, and you get horrific latencies, which makes using VoIP or VPNs over satellite connections problematic at best.  And, as a special bonus, you get to pay $300 or more upfront to have the satellite installed.

There matters stood as we went into our closing.  After we had signed away for an hour, the seller’s agent handed us a sheet of paper that listed some of the information for our property.  Among the items listed was, “Adelphia cable installed.”

Homos say, “What?”

Well, if cable was already installed at that address, why hadn’t the tireless and dedicated staff at Adelphia been able to determine that they did, in fact, provide service to that address?  We figured, based on the behavior of the seller, that perhaps she was exaggerating, or at best mistaken.  It was an investment property for her, after all, and not a place she had ever lived.

So, the next day we moved in.  And my mom found a cable outlet in the wall of the master bedroom suite.  (I love that phrase.) Well, shit, says I.  There is cable.  So this morning, I head off to work, and the missus vowed to sort it out.  She calls Adelphia, and they reluctantly admit that yes, maybe they provide service to our address.  And if you want service, you have to show us a copy of your contract on the house to prove that you aren’t the deadbeats who lived in that house two years ago.

Well, okay.  That actually never occurred to me.  Run up the utilities, file a change of address, then sign up in a new name.  Not a bad idea.  Regardless, Mrs. B, the kids, and Grandma B. all pile in the car and head down to Front Royal in search of the Adelphia office.  Why?  Because no one in the office would admit to having a fax number to which we might fax the contract.  Curse this modern era of lightning communications and enhanced productivity!

Of course, it was only fitting and proper that the office should prove to be one of those stealth offices that isn’t actually located on the street they said it was on.  But after in excess of five hours on the phone, and one confusing drive into the big city, we are now scheduled to have our broadband hooked up Wednesday afternoon between the hours of noon and two.  Given past performance, I am not exactly holding my breath.

You’d think that a cable company – any company, really - would actually like to have customers, rather than setting up near insuperable obstacles for potential clients.  But then, I’m just a blogger and not some hot shot cable company owner, so what do I know?


Posted by Buckethead on 12/11/06 at 09:49 PM
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Sunday, December 10, 2006

BCS Bummer

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Based on all I’ve heard about just how gosh-darned good the SEC is, I shouldn’t have been shocked to see an article at The Brushback entitled ”Buckeyes Forfeit Championship To Avoid Facing Mighty SEC“

“We’ve never seen a team like Florida before,” said Tressel. “We have not had a taste of SEC football at all. The best team we’ve played this year is Michigan, and those guys are from the Big 10, which is like the SEC Jr. Florida, on other hand, has played Alabama, Tennessee, LSU, and Georgia. Read that list again. You think we could have handled all those teams? Not likely. And I don’t even want to think what an SEC defense would do to our poor little Troy Smith. Bye bye Heisman, hello full body cast. No thanks. We’ll skip the game and live to suck another day.”

Luckily, I think that all possible weird-ass angles on the BCS, the SEC, OSU, and other pertinent TLAs have now been covered. Therefore, it’s time to (at least temporarily) abjure further jock-related posts. We now return you to ”Giant Robot posts, dick jokes and [other] goofiness“


Posted by Patton on 12/10/06 at 11:15 AM
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Thursday, December 07, 2006

WTF, over?

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As attentive readers will be aware, I am about to buy a house.  I suppose it was to be expected that nothing would go smoothly, and more to the point it would not go smoothly at the last moment.  I was informed earlier this morning that the down payment was not, as estimated, less than the amount in my bank account.  Instead, as a personal consideration to me, it was more.  Contemplating this turn of events, I felt the familiar stab of anxiety, that little gremlin grabbing my heart and twisting that I have come to associate with the entire home buying experience.  To this feeling was added a small frisson of urgency to give it a little extra punch, since I am closing tomorrow morning. 

If this was happening next week, it wouldn’t be an issue as I get another paycheck Tuesday.  Of course, if it was next week, I’d have to cancel all my moving plans and probably end up with no one to help me move instead of a dozen people helping me move.  Happily, dear old mom was there to chip in at the last moment, and wired enough money to cover our sudden short fall.  Now, I will spend the balance of the afternoon emulating a crack addicted lab monkey, clicking the refresh button and hoping for a little of what I need.

What particularly galls me is, why the hell didn’t the loan people detect this mysterious nearly a grand difference in estimated payments until less than 24 hours before closing? 


Posted by Buckethead on 12/07/06 at 05:40 PM
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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Finally, someone has a plan

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Not a good plan, to be sure.  But certainly too much time on their hands:

The objective of eScrew.com is to destroy Capitalist system of governance. Many people tried to destroy Capitalist system before but all of them failed. The reason for that is their luck of understanding of Capitalist system. If you can find the heart of Capitalist system, you can find a way to destroy it.

Cheap energy is the heart of Capitalist system. Expansion and conquest is the direct result of cheap energy. If we can destroy cheap energy we can destroy Capitalism. In order to destroy cheap energy we must increase the demand for cheap energy to a point where supply will not be able to deliver the goods. As a result energy will become expensive.  Expensive energy will decrease the stability of Capitalist system and launch a fatal chain of events which eventually will destroy Capitalism.

Read the whole thing here.  I checked out the address, but it only says “Under Construction,” with a note that, “I created new religion but I will not tell you anything about it because it is my secret.”

[Wik] Believe it or not, I happened upon this drivel (entertaining drivel, but still drivel) whilst I was looking for information on gmail.  I shouldn’t have been surprised, seeing as how the two are so intimately connected.


Posted by Buckethead on 12/06/06 at 07:45 PM
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Sunday, December 03, 2006

An invitation

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What is this?? Three football-related posts in a row? Johno must dig sports or something.

Today during the noon hour, my local CBS affiliate went on the air with the CBS football pregame extravaganza show. I was thrilled - nay, elated - to find that the first matchup of the day was Kansas City at Cleveland.

Cleveland! My beloved Browns on national television!

I never get to see a Browns game. I’m a cheap man and refuse to shell out for NFL cable packages. I’m also a lazy man, and no matter how much I’d like to, I really don’t want to trek twenty-five miles into Jamaica Plain, Boston, to the “local” Sunday Browns club at some jackass bar. So when the meatheads on CBS started talking about the Browns-Chiefs [edited for clarity] matchup, I immediately cleared my calendar for the next three hours and sat down to watch what for me is at best a biennial event.

Come game time, the NFL pregame show went off the air, and was replaced by two solid hours of children’s programming followed up by an hour of infomercials as the Browns beat the Chiefs 31-28 in an overtime nailbiter.

FUCK! Oh, come now. Is it really true, really true, that more people in the Boston area are going to turn the television over to their children at 1:00 on a Sunday, while the Patriots play a game over on FOX, than would appreciate seeing either the Chiefs or the Browns play?

Fucking really?

The Columbia Broadcasting System and the employees of its local Boston affiliate WBZ are hereby cordially invited to suck my ass.

Dickheads.


Posted by Johno on 12/03/06 at 06:16 PM
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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Taping this crime spree was the best idea we ever had!

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The Pentagon is apparently investigating a group of American soldiers who taunted Iraqi children by proffering a bottle of water to a group of them out the back of their humvee and then driving away juuuust a little faster than a group of thirsty urchins can run, and who had the good sense to videotape their hijinks and post it to the interwebs for a larf.

See, several hundred thousand people over there, and you’re gonna get some dilholes. But it sure don’t make the dilholes any less, uh… dillholy? At least they’re gonna pay a little for their dickish fun.


Posted by Johno on 11/29/06 at 09:56 PM
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Stupid Customer!

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I used to really dig indie music stores. Of course, this was back in the day when I could walk into such a store and know more than 30% of the bands in the bestseller section, but I digress.

I was never totally comfortable with the default attitude of indie music store clerks. We all know what they’re like: assholes. On the other hand, you gotta love their pluck. Witness the following, pulled from an indie-store industry newsgroup.

From: xxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Wednesday, November 29, 2006 12:17 AM
To: xxxxxxxxxx
Subject: the indie record store; TOO good not to share

>From xxxx, [Dinkypeter Records] in [Springfield City]:

Well, Dinkypeter bought 400 [of the Tom Waits box set]. We pre-sold 179 copies, and I wanted to be the only place in [Springfield] with ‘em on 12/24. Yesterday, this dude calls and says, “Will you match the Best Buy price on the Tom Waits box?” We’ll refer to him as BBF (you know, Best Buy’s Friend) in the dialogue below.
BBF: “Will you match the Best Buy price on the Tom Waits box?”
Me: “What’s the price?”
BBF: “$44.99.”
Me: “Sure, I’ll do that. And I’ll put $44.99 on it, so there’s no confusion.”
BBF: “Cool, because I think your shop is awesome. Can you put one back under the name ‘Dave’?”
Me: “Yup, not a problem at all. See ya in a bit.”
Then, about 10 minutes later…
BBF: “I spoke to someone on the phone, they’re holding a Waits box. The guy said he would match Best Buy’s price. He said he would put a note on it.”
Me: “Yeah, that was me. All right, it comes to $47.91.”
BBF: “Your price tag says ‘$39.99’.”
Me: “You asked us to match Best Buy’s price. Our price is $39.99 Theirs, you said, was $44.99, so it comes to $47.91 with tax.”
BBF: “Dude, that’s a f*(king sh!tty thing to do.”
Me: “I’m not sure I understand. You asked us to match Best Buy’s price, and we are.”
BBF: “F*(k you, man. I’m not shopping here again.”
Meanwhile, I turn around and put the box set back on the shelf next to ones for the winners that got signed editions.
Me: “OK, so I can put this back? Because this is the last signed one we have, and we’ll just put it back for the next person.”
BBF: “What do you mean it’s signed?”
Me: “We got signed ones, direct from the label.”
BBF: “That’s bullsh!t. Let me see.”
I reach back and get a signed one from the stack next to it, and…
BBF: “OK, I’ll take it.”
Me: “You said you were never gonna shop here again. I don’t want to see you make yourself be a liar.”
BBF: “I’m serious, man. I’ll take it.”
Me: “Dude, it’s not worth it. Your personal integrity is more important than this signed Waits CD. Believe me, you’ll hate yourself later for going back on your word.”
And now the big ending…
BBF: “F*(K YOU!&#*#*^(@*$(^$(@Y$(&$@*&(*&@$!!!!!”
Next customer in line: “That was awesome.”


Posted by Johno on 11/29/06 at 09:39 PM
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Monday, November 20, 2006

And speaking of dick jokes

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Here’s a couple hundred dick jokes:

  • My dick is so big, there’s still snow on it in the summertime.
  • My dick is so big, I went to The Viper Room and my dick got right in. I had to stand and argue with the doorman.
  • My dick is so big, I have to call it Mr. Dick in front of company.
  • My dick is so big, it won’t return Spielberg’s calls.
  • My dick is so big, it graduated a year ahead of me from high school.
  • My dick has an elevator and a lobby.
  • My dick has better credit than I do.
  • My dick is so big, clowns climb out of it when I cum.
  • My dick is so big, it was overthrown by a military coup. It’s now known as the People’s Democratic Republic of My Dick.
  • My dick is so big, it has casters.
  • My dick is so big, I’m already fucking a girl tomorrow.
  • My dick is so big, ships use it to find their way into the harbor.
  • My dick is so big, there was once a movie called Godzilla vs. My Dick.
  • My dick is so big, it lives next door.
  • My dick is so big, I entered it in a big-dick contest and it came in first, second, and third.
  • My dick is so big, it votes.
  • My dick is a better dresser than I am.
  • My dick is so big, it has a three-picture deal.
  • My dick is so big that the head of it has only seen my balls in pictures.
  • My dick is so big, Henry Aaron used it to hit his 750th home run.
  • My dick runs the 440 in 15 seconds
  • My dick is the Walrus, koo koo ga joob.
  • No matter where I go, my dick always gets there first.
  • My dick takes longer lunches than I do.
  • My dick contributed fifty thousand dollars to the Democratic National Committee.
  • My dick was once the ambassador to China.
  • My dick is so big, it’s gone condo.
  • My dick hit .370 in the minors before it hurt its knee.
  • My dick was almost drafted by the Cleveland Browns, but Art Modell didn’t want a bigger dick than he was on the team.

Posted by Buckethead on 11/20/06 at 06:54 PM
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Monday, November 13, 2006

Damned Activist Judges

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Always foolin’ with stuff that should just be legislated. Like sandwiches. Is a Burrito a sandwich?. Judges pokin’ their noses in where they don’t belong.


Posted by Ross on 11/13/06 at 04:26 PM
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Attack of the Killer Land Contracts

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Everything seemed to be going so smoothly.  That should have been my clue that everything was about to go balls up.  Either that, or I should have known better than to post about something that hadn’t happened yet, and was thus subject to the jinx.  I am now informed that the land contract issue might be a killer, and that we might not be able to get that property.  Land contracts are standard when the acreage involved is more than about ten acres.  Land contracts as a rule require 20% down payments.  We don’t have 20% of $350k.  Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.

But, I tell myself, all is not lost.  First, we are approved for a mortgage - all we need to do is find a place that is less than ten acres.  We can use my wife’s idea for the addition to increase the value of the house we buy, sell it in a year, and have enough cash once we sell to put a down payment on a 20 acre plot like the one we want to get now.  The plan is not necessarily derailed, and we won’t even necessarily lose time.  We would, though, have to go through the hassle of buying, selling and moving again.

Also, I have moved into a quick reaction mode in regard to the 20 acre plot - I’ve talked to the boss of my current lender to see if something might be done.  He informs me that it is remotely possible that, by offering more documentation of my resources and history, and writing several begging letters, the underwriter might offer a waiver on some of the restrictions that normally apply.  So we’ll do that.  I’ve called three other lenders to see if they perhaps might offer something more congenial, and hopefully by later today they will have some positive news. 

Having made the decision that we want that particular land, it’s a true pisser that we might not get it.  And all this additional hassle is to say the least unwelcome.  We’ll see what happens.


Posted by Buckethead on 11/07/06 at 05:01 PM
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Harvard say, diversity sucks

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Harvard researcher Robert Putnam, a respected political scientist, natch, has released a study indicating that diversity sucks.  Of course, distinguished researchers do not summarize the results of their study with phrases like, “Diversity sucks.” Nevertheless:

His research shows that the more diverse a community is, the less likely its inhabitants are to trust anyone – from their next-door neighbour to the mayor.
The core message of the research was that, “in the presence of diversity, we hunker down”, he said. “We act like turtles. The effect of diversity is worse than had been imagined. And it’s not just that we don’t trust people who are not like us. In diverse communities, we don’t trust people who do look like us.”

Prof Putnam found trust was lowest in Los Angeles, “the most diverse human habitation in human history”, but his findings also held for rural South Dakota, where “diversity means inviting Swedes to a Norwegians’ picnic”.

When the data were adjusted for class, income and other factors, they showed that the more people of different races lived in the same community, the greater the loss of trust. “They don’t trust the local mayor, they don’t trust the local paper, they don’t trust other people and they don’t trust institutions,” said Prof Putnam. “The only thing there’s more of is protest marches and TV watching.”

Well, then.  We have been informed by the most august of personages and institutions for some time that diversity is something to be encouraged, celebrated, nay, wallowed in.  And now, we find that human persons when confronted with outsiders make like monkeys and throw post modern feces across the stream.  Perhaps after all there is a human nature.

It would be without precedent for a Harvard researcher to present findings such as these without a prescription for the remolding of soceity to overcome such trifles as human nature and people’s innate distrust of those they don’t know.  And, lo, Putnam delivers:

Prof Putnam stressed, however, that immigration materially benefited both the “importing” and “exporting” societies, and that trends “have been socially constructed, and can be socially reconstructed”.
In an oblique criticism of Jack Straw, leader of the House of Commons, who revealed last week he prefers Muslim women not to wear a full veil, Prof Putnam said: “What we shouldn’t do is to say that they [immigrants] should be more like us. We should construct a new us.”

Right!  We’ll get right on that, and we should have a new us ready by next Tuesday.  Meanwhile, I need to load my shotgun.  There’s some immigrants lurking in my neighborhood, and I can’t trust my damn fool herring eating Norwegian Mayor to do anything about it.


Posted by Buckethead on 10/11/06 at 08:09 PM
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Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Just Creepy

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I could go on and on about the political and electoral ramifications of the small tactical nuclear explosion that is the decline and fall of Representative Foley (R-Fla).  But I won’t.  Instead, let me make a simple comment on the transcript of one of his IMs, the which can be read here.  Just creepy.  Creepy.


Posted by Buckethead on 10/03/06 at 06:11 PM
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Thursday, September 21, 2006

Gotta get me somma that

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There is a new drink product out, and it has a provocative name.  So provocative, that the usual suspects have their panties in a twist.  The drink is an energy drink with the compelling name of ”Cocaine." For your reference, I include a pic of the drink can in question:

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It contains no actual cocaine, so we aren’t seeing the rebirth of the original, original Coke.  Instead, it contains merely a shitload of caffiene.  The only drink that is, pound per pound, more caffiene laden is espresso.  And espresso doesn’t normally come in large cans.  280mg of caffiene is quite a jolt, and the maker claims that you can get this magical jolt of energy without the twitchiness and sugar crash that normally accompanies energy drinks.  So far, so good.  But wait:

But David Raynes, of the UK National Drug Prevention Alliance, said: “It is people exploiting drugs. It is a pretty cynical tactic exploiting illegal drugs for their own benefit.” Mr Raynes added: “The fact is that subliminally, it is making the image of drug use cool and that’s what kids what to be, cool…

“Kids will be drinking Cocaine and will inevitably link the two. The drink is relatively innocuous, but they will be linking it with cocaine use and the market, which is far from innocuous.”

To the extent that drug use isn’t already considered “cool” among the youth of this nation, I’m sure that this drink will push them all over the brink.  Elementary school kids will be shooting up on the swings and slides of our playgrounds.  Youngsters will be smoking crack at Chuck E. Cheese’s.  Armageddon will be nigh, thanks to the mildly ironic name of this perfidious energy drink.

Once again, some people need to take a stress tab, so that we can talk about this reasonably.  I find it increasingly hard (aside from the explosions, of course) to distinguish any difference in tone between these health nazi pc types and the Islamic fundamentalists who get their panties in a twist when the Pope mentions that, maybe, sometimes, Islam and violence have lived on the same street.

What is it with these people.  Words are magical.  We can, through their magic, assign meanings to things, and then arrange those things in pleasing, orderly or useful arrangements.  But they are not magical in the well, magical sense.  They do not bind or control us.  If I, or some punk kid, or even my three year old son see the word “Cocaine” on a can of soda, he, me or they are not magically compelled, geased, to go buy some Bolivian Party Powder.  Nor are Muslims magically compelled by the law of similarity to riot in the street because some Pope somewhere says the words “Islam” and “Violence” in the same sentence.  (Not that you’d be odd for suspecting that, really.)


Posted by Buckethead on 09/21/06 at 03:10 PM
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Six Weeks in Iraq

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Found this fantastic graphic, courtesy of the NO Times-Picayune. It challenges a lot of “common wisdom” about the flooding, with a very clear depiction of how and why flooding occurred. I was curious about the effects of Mr. GO (the Mississippi River Gulf Outlet) on New Orleans during Katrina. Mr. GO is a 70-mile canal dug from the gulf straight through the wetlands to New Orleans’ inner harbor, creating a kind of “express highway” for storm surge. It and the other artificial constructs (canals and levees) are the real reason that Katrina had the devastating effect on New Orleans that it did. Each mile of wetlands reduces storm surge by approximately 1 foot, according to what I’ve read. Wetlands could have reduced away five, ten, or fifteen feet of storm surge if they had been present. By eliminating hundreds of square miles of wetlands over the past 70 years (and even farther back on a more limited scale) the “protection” of New Orleans has resulted in its inevitable destruction. If you watch the graphic, pay close attention to the locations of the levee breaks. The river didn’t flood its banks, and neither did the lakes. The breaches occurred at points along the artificial canals.

Each year that the river’s sediment has been prevented from being spread out over the flood plain (a natural result of flooding) the land has declined. The sediment has actually ended up out in the gulf, wasted, because the “bird’s foot” extension of the Mississippi into the Gulf extends out to the edge of the continental shelf. The bottom line is that the continued survival of the landmass depends on consistent flooding by the river so that that replacement land is created at (or above) the rate at which the soil is removed (into the Gulf).

Enough with the science already. Since I’m writing this post, everyone must be curious as how to how this means Republicans suck. To be fair, it’s not just the GOP—it’s been a number of governments not paying attention to the problem. First, the fix.


Posted by Ross on 09/19/06 at 05:25 PM
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