Yes it is your fault

Finally people are coming around to the fact that, yes, global warming is happening, and yes, it is directly caused by greenhouse gases, and yes, humans make the overwhelming majority of these gases, and yes, most of it is from cars.

You’ve seen the planet literally being destroyed.  Coral reefs are dying, the growing season is changing, entire populations of animals are dying, areas on the planet are becoming more difficult to farm, water shortages are beginning.  Tropical storms have more energy and are causing huge devastation on a regular basis.  The entire planet is dying.  And this is just the start.
So my question is: why are you still driving?  Yes, it is your fault.

But it doesn’t have to be.  You can be a good person.  All you have to do is care.

Please:

  1. If you have to commute, take public transportation
  2. Turn off your devices when you aren’t using them
  3. stop buying plastic.  This is actually a lot easier than you’d think.
  4. Learn about what you are buying.  Where does it come from?  How was it made?  Stop buying from companies that obviously don’t care about the environment
  5. stop putting up with people who pretend there is not a problem.  Every time you let them live in their little fantasy, you are (albeit very indirectly) contributing to the problem.  “Global warming isn’t happening” ?!  Shout that fucker down!  You have all of Earth’s scientific community backing you up.  Dude’s driving an SUV?  The only people who still think those are cool are either rap stars or Texas Republicans, who are both, let’s just face it, not known for being too bright.  Would you wear a cowboy hat to a formal party?  Well then.

Why you don’t marry the high maintenance girl

OPS DUDE: I can’t go on Saturday, we’re going clothes shopping
ENGINEER 1: oh yeah, what are you getting?
OPS DUDE: oh, nothing for me. She shops and I have to go watch her.
ENGINEER 1: …seriously? Why don’t you just… not go…?
OPS DUDE: I have to go. Otherwise we have a fight
ENGINEER 1: Why don’t you say “I’m not going… now we can either have a huge fight… or you can go shopping”
OPS DUDE: She’s not logical like that
ENGINEER 2: She might say “get in the car, we’re doing both!”

MovableType to WordPress without a server

My blog was very unhappy.

I had a pretty cool blog a couple years ago. I made a bunch of entries; actually I was one of the earlier bloggers, pre-livejournal even!

I had modified the blog to last forever- it was blog-software agnostic. Every URL would last forever and ever, because there were no hints in the permalink about the implementation. Theoretically I could use any blog software and the links would be the same. What this meant was every post was on a page called “index.html” in its own directory.

At some point Brazillian hackers got into our machine with what I think was a PHP exploit. They replaced every index.html file with their calling card. What would normally be a small hassle turned into a devastating loss of every page on my site.

All was not lost. We had all the entries in the database. But the server was taken down for security reasons. Then, life got in the way, and we never rehabilitated the server.

History became legend, legend became myth, and for two hundred years my blog postings lay inaccessible in their MovableType database. SixApart changed schema, and eventually didn’t even support the old version. All the migration scripts would no longer work. Enough has changed that I couldn’t even get the old version of Movable Type to work.

The time: the present. I now have a one-click install of WordPress. I start blogging again. How to get that stuff back? The answer: write a custom script in perl.

Issues/saga:

  • Movable Type has a export format. Unfortunately that format has changed over the years.
  • WordPress also has an export format. Unfortunately they never define it anywhere.
  • WordPress claims they can import MovableType. This turns out to be a total lie. I used the perl in the MT installation, which didn’t work out… I wrote a script that directly reads the legacy MT database, and outputs a mt-import.txt. WP didn’t like it
  • Eventually, I wrote a script that directly reads the legacy MT database, and outputs a fake WordPress export file. A few of the fields don’t map directly; for example WordPress has no notion of “Extended Entries.” Also I think my faceted category system in MT screwed up my category data. Oh well.

The upshot: here’s the script, if anyone wants it.
customMTExport.perl

  • If you don’t know perl, if you aren’t a UNIX person, just forget it. You won’t be able to use it.
  • Unsupported. I’m not your momma. I can be bribed, however. For $50 I can rehabilitate your blog and put the entries into your WordPress.
  • Hopefully the script is short enough and there are enough comments so the average perl hacker can figure out what I’m doing and modify it to their liking.

Drunken Wizard

Gary Gygax died. I played a fair amount of role-playing games in my day. AD&D and Paranoia were my favorites. I’m too young to be a 1st generation gamer; I inherited most of my books (1st edition AD&D) from my cousin, who is almost 10 years older than me.

Sure, Gary Gygax invented roleplaying games. But most of all, Gygax is the man who brought us the genius that is the Owlbear.

What is the Owlbear you ask? It’s a monster in Dungeons and Dragons. Three guesses what it looks like.

Read the following in a wasted, slurry voice, like you are trying to tell a ghost story to five year olds but you’ve had about eight drinks too many:

See, one night, a DRUNKEN WIZARD crossed an OWL… with a BEAR. Creating… the… OWLBEAR. It was as big as a BEAR. With a beak.

Brilliant!

What Telly Savalas Should Have Said

Yo, Chatty Cathy, check this shit out. It’s a large bucket and about two hundred pounds of cement. I bought it at the home supply store.

See, one thing that you should know about me, Chatty Cathy, is I’m totally fucking crazy. The very fact I am unabashedly talking to a demonically-possessed doll should be proof of this.

Actually, people are pretty used to me doing things for no easily discernible reason, so yelling at a doll won’t even register. Although they might wonder about say… if I cast a talking doll into a two hundred pound brick of cement… then took the ferry and dropped it in the center of the bay. Doll or no, I’m thinking that spending the next few hundred years cast in cement won’t be so great for you.

So let’s “Chat”, Chatty Cathy.

Handpresso: False Idol!

BRAIN: dammit shac
BRAIN: why are you not chris crocker
SHAC: i dont believe you got me to start watching another chris crocker video
BRAIN: LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE
SHAC: you owe me now
SHAC: you can make up for it by buying me a handpresso
BRAIN: whoa handpresso
BRAIN (watching video): do they have sex in this
BRAIN: wow

BRAIN: aspo, bow down to the might that is Handpresso!
ASPO: bah
ASPO: it uses a fucking pod
BRAIN: what!
BRAIN: disqualify!
ASPO: way
ASPO: all the taste of paper and stale grinds
BRAIN: all the taste of paper and stale grounds… outdoors!
ASPO: not to mention tepid water
BRAIN: they could at least have sex in this commercial!
ASPO: if it wasn’t ~160dollars
ASPO: I might be tempted to try it if it could use ground coffee
BRAIN: ¡ay caramba!

BRAIN: hey you, aspo says it uses a pod!
SHAC: it does
BRAIN: wtf
SHAC: it uses ESE pods
BRAIN: disqualify!
SHAC: thats why podmerchant is selling it
BRAIN: “all the taste of paper and stale grounds… outdoors!”
SHAC: thats the beauty of it. you can make espresso while camping
BRAIN: and then have sex?
SHAC: yes and then have sex
BRAIN: ok then
SHAC: the pods are sealed like jerky pouches
BRAIN: beef coffee?

AIDS IS OUR PRESIDENT

The Economist has an entertaining Freudian slip today– I use “My Yahoo” as my portal, and I have the Economist headlines on there.

The E’ist’s feed pops up when you mouse over the headline, but the popup concatenates the title of the article with the first words of the article. Also, either AP or the E’ist prints the first few words in the article in all caps, so the passage:

George Bush’s travels to Africa—marking America’s help in the fight against AIDS

AS GEORGE BUSH contemplates the remainder of his last year in office, he is well aware that American is unpopular in much of the world.

Becomes

George Bush’s travels to Africa—marking America’s help in the fight against AIDS AS GEORGE BUSH

This looks like a Dr Who episode, or a kaiju movie or something. WHO WILL WIN???! WILL IT BE THE US PRESIDENT, OR HIS INCARNATION AS AIDS?!

Either that or the E’ist is asserting that AIDS is just as bad as the Bush administration, which I could see an argument for.

Made my own granola

I made my own granola last night. Why?

  • cheaper – all the ingredients are bought in bulk
  • creates less waste (no boxes)
  • you can tune your recipe

The end results were yummy. The current issues with my version:

  • the almonds, at $5, accounted for half the price all the ingredients. Part of this was because I bought crushed almonds, which may have been more expensive. Next time I will either just get a hammer or get peanuts instead, which are more cost-effective.
  • I misread the recipe and added the dried fruit before putting the mix in the oven. It needs to be added after the toasting; now all the fruit tastes slightly caramelized
  • although there is less waste created, I still got plastic bags for the bulk purchase. Although Berkeley Bowl lets you reuse plastic bags, so that might be okay
  • I used the basic “default” recipe this time. I need to add my own stuff for the next batch
  • I may have been too zealous about breaking up clusters; there are none in my batch. Sometimes clusters are a good thing

Something to watch is, when hot, the granola still feels “wet” and thus it is tricky to figure out if it’s done yet. As it cools, the granola gets crunchier.

The recipe I used is off of Slashfood and is apparently from Marisa McClellan’s mom’s friend. But there are a ton of them online to get you started.

Sim City Disasters, arcos

JAXA, which plans to have a Space Solar Power System (SSPS) up and running by 2030, envisions a system consisting of giant solar collectors in geostationary orbit 36,000 kilometers above the Earth’s surface. The satellites convert sunlight into powerful microwave (or laser) beams that are aimed at receiving stations on Earth, where they are converted into electricity.


SHAC: uhh
SHAC: UHHHHH
SHAC: they need to play SimCity ASAP
BRAIN: yeah wtf dont you remember the solar array disaster of 2014 ?
SHAC: this was always such a GREAT idea in sim city until it misfired
SHAC: and it would torch half your city
BRAIN: F’in JAXA
BRAIN: they are always behind these insane blow-up-the-world schemes
BRAIN: they are jealous because they never went to the moon
SHAC: though in simcity they would beam w/ microwave not lasers
BRAIN: tomato tomahto
BRAIN: maybe they are actually working on those Maser Tanks you use to fight godzilla


Actually this is not the only wacky thing we learned in Sim City, that actually exists in real life. See also the Arcology, called an “Arco” in SimCity.

As envisioned by creator Paolo Soleri, an Arco is a vertical city with everything integrated into the building design. Modern versions feature small-footprint architecture: small physical footprint, and a small environmental impact.

Soleri now runs Arcosanti, which is basically a prototype Arco in the middle of the Arizona desert. It’s turned into a hip venue for music and art events.

Sort of related is the military satellite “SOL” in the manga/anime AKIRA. Yay defense lasers!

Michael Litfin

My first director, Michael Litfin, passed away yesterday.

He had stomach cancer. He was a chain smoker, so I always imagined he’d die from lung cancer, but there you go. I have no idea how old Michael was. In the 1980s he must have been in his 40s, but every year he claimed he had just turned 26.

Michael was the Assistant Director of the Palo Alto Children’s Theater. He directed a pretty large percentage of the plays there, performed entirely by kids under 18. He also did “Outreach” theater, where an elementary school would put on a play. That was my first exposure to the theater.

Michael was great with kids and he taught us some life lessons that were tough to learn and tough to teach. One of them: you have to be at every single rehearsal, and cannot be late. It doesn’t matter if you have homework, if you are sick, even if a relative died. You do not have the option of stopping the show because your life got in the way. I still believe in that.

Michael was cranky as hell. In the mid 1980s Michael got braces and he would blame his crankiness on “my braces just got tightened.” He had some awesome phrases. He would shout “I BREATHE louder than that!!” if you were mumbling your lines. If your acting was unconvincing, he’d shout “I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!!!” All these phrases would come out of the darkness, and because the stage lights were in your face you couldn’t see him sitting in the house, shouting at you. Sometimes when the scene was dragging he’d start clapping loudly, like a metronome. I guess to understate it, he wasn’t afraid to comment during your performance.

As an adult, I’ve wondered if Michael was gay; it never occurred to me when I was young, but it really would have fit. Oblivious of me, I know. Sort of like how I suddenly realized John Waters was gay years after seeing all his movies in high school. It doesn’t really matter I suppose.

Michael was our authority figure. We trusted his judgment implicitly. And he inspired camaraderie– Before shows he’d have a short pre-show meeting, like a coach before a play. We’d all chant together “It’s gonna be a good. Show. Good. Show.” etc etc, accelerating and clapping.

So he wasn’t always cranky. But the cranky episodes are certainly a lot funnier. One time I remember we were really sucking; our performance was completely terrible even at the last dress rehearsal. He muttered to us “well if tradition holds, we may have a smash hit on our hands,” referring to the tradition that a bad dress rehearsal implies a good opening.

Some of his directing techniques I still use. I could never come even close to how burned-out he always seemed, but the seriousness and slightly bitter air he brought to his every direction helped overcome the shyness we had as inexperienced performers. He’d explain the emotions we were meant to be evoking, but with a patience and a slight emotional fatigue, which removed any overloading we might have gotten from the actor-director emotional dynamic. We would be entirely unburdened by ourselves and could get straight to the action in the scene.

Example: Michael would sort of sneer: “Romeo and Juliet look at each other… they smile because THEY LIKE EACH OTHER.” His mania was bewildering but it prevented us from feeling any more self-conscious about the performance.

Something kind of odd: yesterday afternoon, I randomly started surfing about the Children’s Theater. I have no idea why. I found out there was some accounting scandal, probably related to the city’s sticker shock on the overtime pay of the employees (plays take many many hours to produce…). So I sent the news articles I found to my friend Lesley, who is a comedienne in Los Angeles. She forwarded me an email about Michael’s illness… only a few hours before he passed away. And she caught me up about his death just now. Eerie.

On a more constructive note, Lesley isn’t the only Children’s Theater alumna/alumnus to continue performing. I was in a few plays with Assaf Cohen, who is a character actor who plays, somewhat ironically, Muslim characters (he’s Israeli I think?). Debbie Lurie was there at the same time, and she works on big-budget soundtracks now.