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Blastoff

I’d like to believe that someone here has a sense of humor, but that would be truly remarkable.

Day 12 of the no internet experience

Still waiting for Charter. And to think, they keep asking to be my phone company. Good thing I don’t depend on them for emergency communication services.

Quote of the day, 8 December 2011

“In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it’s the exact opposite.”

— Paul Dirac

How it goes down

Not even working for Fox can save you:

I watched as the LAPD destroyed a pop-up canopy tent that, until that moment, had been serving as Occupy LA’s First Aid and Wellness tent, in which volunteer health professionals gave free medical care to absolutely anyone who requested it. As it happens, my family had personally contributed that exact canopy tent to Occupy LA, at a cost of several hundred of my family’s dollars. As I watched, the LAPD sliced that canopy tent to shreds, broke the telescoping poles into pieces and scattered the detritus across the park. Note that these were the objects described in subsequent mainstream press reports as “30 tons of garbage” that was “abandoned” by Occupy LA: personal property forcibly stolen from us, destroyed in front of our eyes and then left for maintenance workers to dispose of while we were sent to prison.

When the LAPD finally began arresting those of us interlocked around the symbolic tent, we were all ordered by the LAPD to unlink from each other (in order to facilitate the arrests). Each seated, nonviolent protester beside me who refused to cooperate by unlinking his arms had the following done to him: an LAPD officer would forcibly extend the protestor’s legs, grab his left foot, twist it all the way around and then stomp his boot on the insole, pinning the protestor’s left foot to the pavement, twisted backwards. Then the LAPD officer would grab the protestor’s right foot and twist it all the way the other direction until the non-violent protestor, in incredible agony, would shriek in pain and unlink from his neighbor.

It was horrible to watch, and apparently designed to terrorize the rest of us. At least I was sufficiently terrorized. I unlinked my arms voluntarily and informed the LAPD officers that I would go peacefully and cooperatively. I stood as instructed, and then I had my arms wrenched behind my back, and an officer hyperextended my wrists into my inner arms. It was super violent, it hurt really really bad, and he was doing it on purpose. When I involuntarily recoiled from the pain, the LAPD officer threw me face-first to the pavement. He had my hands behind my back, so I landed right on my face. The officer dropped with his knee on my back and ground my face into the pavement. It really, really hurt and my face started bleeding and I was very scared. I begged for mercy and I promised that I was honestly not resisting and would not resist.

My hands were then zipcuffed very tightly behind my back, where they turned blue. I am now suffering nerve damage[…]

There’s more, about how the LAPD refused to accept bail after it was set and with cash in hand.

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The long slow road to having nothing worth defending

The long slow road.

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Cold

Pasadena 5 December 2011:

Counting down

Day 7 of no home internet.

My fingers were twitching, but I’ve mostly reverted back to mid-80s mode. I’ve read a couple of books, doubled the NYer/week rate, and watched the Netflix that were sitting on the mantle. I think the methadone that is the iPhone 4S has kept me from getting an iPad or Clear or switching to Verizon. Though the latter was probably affected by their FIOS website not working and putting me on hold for 10 minutes before I hung up.

Charter claims they’re going to come out on December 14 and “bury” a cable. I am sure that this will end in tears. But hey, I can haz a $25 credit. Hint: that won’t even cover what I have to bribe Peet’s, Starbucks, and McDs to give me “free” internet.

Update: If the Verizon FIOS availability function says, “I’m sorry, I can’t find that address. Call 1-800-xxx-xxxx to find out if your area is served by FIOS.”, that means, no, it’s not served by FIOS. Straight from the Verizon rep’s mouth. That’s right. It won’t tell simply tell you that your area is not covered, it’ll give what looks like an error and have you call Verizon on the phone to find out that “can’t find your address” means “not available.”

Decline and fall

“Augustus was sensible that mankind is governed by names; nor was he deceived in his expectation, that the senate and people would submit to slavery, provided they were respectfully assured that they still enjoyed their ancient freedom.”

–Edward Gibbon, Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Chapter 3, 1776

“Always scribble, scribble, scribble! Eh! Mr. Gibbon?”

–William Henry, Duke of Gloucester, upon receiving the second volume from the author, 1781

Passing it on

Bent

Bent

Vientos de Satán

“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.”

— Raymond Chandler, Red Wind, 1938

Sometimes autumn is subtler here.  And then Southern California decides to blow off some steam… with a Beaufort Force 9/10.

Force 10 (AKA storm, AKA whole gale):

“Trees are broken off or uprooted, saplings bent and deformed. Poorly attached asphalt shingles and shingles in poor condition peel off roofs.”

Surveying the damage

There's a car under there...

Ripped out of the ground

Fall foliage in So Cal.

Not the worst of it. Hill was blocked, as was Woodbury in two places, and Michigan. Worst of all, it took out my internet!

Seasons

People speak of LA not having seasons, but it does. It’s just subtler. The pups and I ran up to the top of the trail on Lake this morning, and Pasadena is ablaze in changing leaves. Not that much different than Kentucky looked a few weeks ago. Most of the color comes from the native sugar maple (I think it’s native, there’s a lot of it in the mountains). The live oak will stay green all the winter. If barrenness speaks winter, we don’t get that here.

You can drive up to the Sierra if you want some truly stunning foliage, but that’s true of most any other major city. If you live in NYC, you have to drive up to the Gunks or Dacks to see it.

The days are sunny, warm, but with that touch of crispness, and nights are cool. There was snow on the mountains before Thanksgiving, right above the house, and there will be again. In a month or two, I’ll be able to drive 45 minutes and going skiing before work.

Subtle seasons, and I don’t have to shovel snow. Works for me.

And I confess, I still get spring fever here almost every day. Fall fever, I guess, today.

90 years and half a world

Color photos taken in Russia pre WW1:

Original here.

And the H dog in 2004:

Suggestion

If you’re a blog comment spammer, kill yourself. Do it now. Shoot yourself in the face.

Ha ha, just kidding.

No, I’m not really kidding. Kill yourself.

(RIP Bill Hicks)

Torch, pitchfork, tar, feathers. Check.

Fire Bernanke. Fire Geithner. No one who has ever worked at GS should ever be allowed to work in government again. They shouldn’t be allowed to show their face in public, but I’ll settle for barring them from government.

And when I say “fire,” I mean “arrest.”

If you’re too big to fail, you’re too big to exist.

Update: For what it’s worth, as a non-economist, I think the Fed did the right thing in not letting the world economy collapse into a true second Great Depression. But if you’re the lender of last resort, you ought to make profit on the risk you’re accepting, you ought to use the opportunity to escort the thieves from the temple, and you ought to change the rules so that it can’t happen again. Take this opportunity to re-institute Glass-Seagal, sic the anti-trust division on all the big banks, and generally get agreements to restructure things so that this can’t happen again, and the scoundrels are not rewarded.  And by “you”, I mean, we, the people, who are on the hook for the trillion dollar bailout, and will end up paying for it for years.  It might be true that the banks have paid back those loans, but they’ve also taken the profits and given themselves huge bonuses.

Those ill-gotten bonuses and profits should have gone to the taxpayer who took the risk (whether they wanted to or not), and not to the bozos who caused the problem.

Talk about moral hazard. Or rather, don’t talk to me about moral hazard when we’re talking about a homeowner walking away from an underwater house. The banks would, and have, done so without looking back. But it’s just good business when they do it, and a “moral hazard” when the common folk do.

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