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Not really awesome

so yea my email is awesome godly_stank_pooter@msn.com LOLS!

It might be appropriate, and no doubt someone will make that argument in the future, but it’s definitely not awesome. It seems sad and impoverished to me. Flatulent too.

Awesome names take a bit of work to conjure. The Honorable Tarquin Fin-tim-lin-bin-whin-bim-lim-bus-stop-F’tang-F’tang-Olé-Biscuitbarrel and Screaming Lord Sutch, 3rd Earl of Harrow set a high standard for boy’s names. For girls, there’s the winsomeness of Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii. I was cheated out of making my own contributions by a fit of conscience. If not for that, there would two young people trudging through life as Ukulele Rattan Fromage Humperdink and Cantaloupe Goon-Squad Terpsichorean. I still regret the lost opportunity. I regret it enough that I’ve consulted a lawyer. I believe the state has a compelling interest in this. The lawyer refuses to take me seriously, however, which is probably just as well.

Garden Photos

I’m working towards a good photo tour. These are panoramic shots of three sections of the garden. They form the the starting point. I may eventually have to settle for a slideshow format, but as general overviews, these are pretty good.

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Silicon Valley, and particularly Google, has a brutal variation of King Gillette’s razors-and-blades business model. According to this theory, the razor is sold cheaply in order to get consumers hooked and then be inclined to buy pricey disposable blades. And in the case of the biggest company of the internet age, it gets newspapers, music, television and film companies to take the losses while it accumulates the gains.

Furthermore, the book is being published at a time when many US newspapers that followed the urging of internet seers and published everything free on the internet are going bust.

I’ve taken that quote out its of context to make a narrow point, tangential to the article. Newspapers make most of their money through advertising. The subscription fees and newsstand revenues by themselves are insufficient to keep the business afloat. The readership is the product, in a manner of speaking, and the advertisers are the customers. The editors, working for the the publishers, try to assemble enough writing of enough interest to attract and keep a readership. Writers seek editors for whom they can write. Publishers sell ad space and seek advantage over other publishers in the competition for ad revenue. The subscription and newsstand fees give them a little cushion, but not much. And free access to the news content is a very small part of what’s hurting the newspapers’ bottom line. Even when it’s free, they’re having a hard time giving it away. They’re losing readers and advertisers.

Advertisers will sever a relationship for any number and combination of reasons. They may believe that the news content hurts their brand. They may believe the readership is not in their desired consumer demographic. They may not wish to have their brand associated with the newspaper’s brand. Or, the metrics they use to gauge return on advertising money may tell them to take their ads elsewhere. I’m sure there are plenty of other reasons. Readers stop reading when the news content is irrelevant to them, untrustworthy, when it’s style of delivery is annoying and so forth. My own pet peeves are the “he said/she said” format, printing official announcements and bowdlerized press releases as though they were news and jumping on the bandwagon of trendy caricatures.

The newspapers blame structural changes in the dissemination infrastructure for their problems, which has some merit, but the problems they’re having predate free access. My opinion is that they tried to walk the line between edification and entertainment, found both too difficult and settled for trying to gain market share through regulatory capture and destruction of their competition. What’s clear beyond doubt is that the readership and advertisers have less and less use for the print editions and limited use for the internet editions. The readers will read the internet news content, as long they can pick and choose what they want and read it for free. The advertisers want bang for their buck. They get a better deal from, among others, celebrity gossip, DIY, trade and specific interest journals and multiplayer online role-playing games. These prosper, albeit modestly. The newspapers sink. Browbeating the readers, imputing stupidity or character deficiencies and accusing them of freeloading isn’t going to help. Neither will blaming structural changes or concocting trendy lures to bring them, and the advertisers, back. The recriminations being tossed back and forth between owners of content generation and owners of dissemination vectors have little relevance to the overall problem, other than to demonstrate the extent of their cultural poverty.

I’m not sympathetic. The woes of the newspapers’ owners are directly attributable to management decisions they’ve made. The advertisers lay blame for poor return on them, rather than on their own lousy products. The aspirations of the “New Media” boosters are old wine in new bottles: faster, more efficient delivery of hogwash doesn’t change the nature of the hogwash. They’re all accustomed to treating people like idiots and petitioning the government to alter the playing field for them when this doesn’t work out.

Garden Triumphalism

My daughter has started a garden. It’s really not reasonable to assume that this means the tide is turning in favor of the Great Global Gardening conspiracy. It would be immodest to claim anything like that. But with her on the side of the Green and Good…

I’ll grant right away that it’s an odd title, but I have a reason for writing it and I think the point is very good. Rick, writing at Down Country Lanes, supports a public toilet. I agree. It seems hostile and counterproductive to ask people to visit our (admittedly modest) commercial district, and spend their money there, without offering them a place to relieve themselves. It doesn’t take many bad visitor experiences for a town to gain a reputation for mean-spiritedness. Any one merchant who tried to take on the responsibility would be swamped. The closest thing to a public facility is five miles away. That can get fairly intense.

I’m resisting a number of unfortunate observations with great difficulty so that’s as much as I’ll say.

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A ccMixter artist, Pitx, released this lovely piece, Crush, under a NonCommercial Sampling Plus 1.0 License. I’ve used it as the audio track for a video, which can be downloaded from from this link. There’s a copy on Vimeo too, that I’m putting here as an option, but the site’s problems have been so numerous and so awful lately that I recommend the download.

Additionally, the trackback policy of ccMixter is kind of weird. I gather they won’t accept my submission of the link to the video because the link I submitted goes to my own page. I’m at something of a loss over this. I could post the video at Archive.org, but I’d still be pointing the link to myself. By the terms of their policy, which seems very confused to me, I’m free to notify them, encouraged to do so but, also, no matter how I notify them I’m engaging in self-promotion. I consider notification a courtesy and essential to the spirit of a creative commons, small letters used advisedly. A straightforward, face-value reading of the terms leads me to conclude that they’re going to consider my notification a form of self-aggrandizement, a way of horking traffic to my blog. Strictly speaking, this is true. I’d like the creator to be aware of what use I made of her music. I made the video public because I’d like it to be seen. Etc. etc. But splendid isolation works for me just as well. We can pointedly ignore each other and chew on individualistically different flavors of baffled and slightly irritable dudgeon, separately.

I’ve been invited through what amounts to spamming, twice this month, to take notice of an attempt at conceptually transgressive art and interact with the perpetrators. One of the “transgressions” was a pornographic video interpretation of a painting. The most recent is a threat of museum vandalism. The concept is an old one: assault the bourgeois sensibilities, shock the complacent people, raise their consciousness to a higher level. The definition of “higher level” eventually boils down to paying attention to the would-be raiser of consciousness. Okay, for what it’s worth, I hope the vandal relents, leaves the museum alone and hooks up with the art school pornographers, bless their hearts; may they find something entertaining to fill their time. I suggest gardening. You might not think it, but gardeners really let their hair down when they get together. I’d say more, but I’ve sworn an oath of secrecy.

There is such a thing as conceptually transgressive art. It’s hard to pull off properly. The basis of it is calling widely help assumptions into question. But if the would-be artist doesn’t question his own assumptions, he winds up recapitulating them in a tiresome way, without offering any critique.

Ephemeral sculpture is shocking. The great beauty of the work won’t last. All the care and effort will be gone in hours or days. The loss is perceptible, it has immediacy and this is part of the experience. Vandalism and pornographic displays are irritants that say more about the performers than do they do about society at large.

I read in article in The Economist on demographics and retirement. In it, the author cited the “Lump of Labor” fallacy as the driving motivation behind encouraging people to take early retirement. That’s cute, but it’s clear that neither the author nor the editor has ever held a job or run a business. The reason for encouraging early retirement is to fill senior, expensive job positions with younger, less expensive workers. This cuts down on salary, the employer side of health care costs and the need for matching pension contributions as a percentage of salary. Unfortunately it also cuts down on experience, productivity (as opposed to busyness), reduces the revenue stream for pension plan contributions and increases the costs of quality assurance. What’s a manager to do? It’s all so complex.

The error in the article seems like a basic and regrettable beginner mistake, especially for a journal that stakes a claim to knowledge of economics. My guess is they encouraged the people with a knowledge of economics to retire early and slashed quality assurance in order to maintain busyness. They need to provide content to fill the spaces around the advertising, after all, and in a pinch any content is better than none. But a guess isn’t very good, now is it? So I conducted an experiment.

Through methods and in a location I’m not at liberty to reveal, I obtained a representative sample of human beings and a number of predators that are known to eat humans. I also engaged the services of a tribe of cannibals. You’ll have to take my word for this that the legal requirements were met. I swear on a stack of glossy economics journals that this is true. One by one, I offered members of the sample to the predators and the cannibals. The only one they refused to eat was the one I’d classified as the economist, who has been retained in a breeding facility for further experimentation. The economist held the predators and cannibals at bay by imputing the Lump of Labor fallacy to their desire to eat him. This caused the predators to become nauseous and lose their appetites. They wandered off in disgust (one of the hyenas was traumatized, and had to receive psychiatric care). The cannibals, however, made him their king, with the full reproductive benefits that go along with royalty. Obviously it’s too soon to tell, but I suspect the next generation of cannibals will inherit his invulnerability to common predators. From that, it’s possible to extrapolate that somewhere, in the distant past, a gene for the quality of being an economist became part of the overall human genetic heritage. It’s only reasonable to infer as much. My experiment demonstrates inedibility and inedibility is definitely a contributing factor to the survival of the species. It confers an advantage in the reproductive competition. Delicious people will tend to be eaten, along with their equally delicious children. For protection, they’d have to turn to the economists and give them glossy magazines to write in the hopes that this gives the tribe something to use against cruel nature. This further suggests that an ability to detect the splendid genes of an economist conferred a survival advantage to non-economists. Hence our helpless lust in their presence and our willingness to, oh dear… This not that kind of blog.

As you can see, my first guess was dead wrong. Evolutionary psychology explains the presence of the apparent mistake in the article. It’s still a “mistake”, in the sense that the imputation made by the author was miles off the mark, but as an evolutionary strategy it’s perfect. Someone may cry, “Bullshit, Jim! You’re full of it!”, to which I can only harrumph in strained patience and point out that I have children, and have therefore demonstrated a capacity for not being eaten by either predators or cannibals.

No economists, predators or cannibals were harmed in the production of this post. Really.

Jigsaw

The music is “Come Into My Sleep”, by Mick Harvey. You might have better luck with a direct download than with the hosted video.

Jigsaw is the result of an exercise. I have another project in mind that uses the same cutout technique and I needed the practice. I liked the shape of the cutout well enough to play around with it and eventually assembled the resulting clips into a video.

My family and friends kindly tolerate my occasional diatribes against lawns, provided they don’t venture too far or too seriously into examination of anyone’s moral character. And they’re supportive of my anti-lawn initiatives, provided those don’t entail digging up other people yards without permission. The tolerance and support come easily because it doesn’t take too much reflection to see what a problem the proliferation of lawns can be. The spaces taken by their recreational and decorative uses crowd out essential components of the eco-system. Their maintenance — the fertilization in particular — creates a costly vicious circle, and not simply in terms of the drudgery and direct expenditures. The negative externalities include algal blooms in lakes and ponds and groundwater contamination. Remediation takes money from already strapped communities. If you have more lawn than can be handled by a push mower, and if it needs fertilization to be healthy, the odds are you’re carrying too much lawn for your peace of mind and your pocketbook.

Critics of the lawn culture always focus at some point on the false proprieties of punitive tidiness and superficial appearance. In that regard, I’m no different from my brothers and sisters in the vast anti-lawn conspiracy. Once the proprieties have been dispatched, we like to focus on positive alternatives too, one of which was sent to me by an anti-lawn co-conspirator.

It has been calculated that all the UK’s gardens combined would exceed the acreage of the country’s national nature reserves put together, so gardeners have an opportunity to make a signifcant difference. Lawns are made up of plants that are of little value for nectar gatherers and as caterpillar food, so why not hire a rotavator, make a seed bed and sow it with the richest mixture of annual flower seeds available?

Apart from the usual suspects – poppy, cornflower, corn cockle and corn marigold – there are numerous flowering species that will not only look amazing when combined in a glorious colourful mixture but will also supply copious amounts of nectar for butterflies, moths, bees and other insects. For example, most bird-table enthusiasts know niger as the black shiny seeds (Guizotia abyssinica) loved by goldfinches but how many also know that they will grow, after the frosts, into a beautiful miniature sunflower and one of the best suppliers of nectar?

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